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a future without you

MARC SPECTOR X READER , IMPLIED STEVEN GRANT AND JAKE LOCKLEY X READER

prompt : marc lost you to the snap and after 5 years of dealing with his grief by maiming people, he finally gets you back.

wow i finally finished a fic after so long! i’m so sorry for the wait, i just thought of a bunch of concepts that i couldn’t finish but eventually i came up with this after rewatching infinity war and endgame so, i hope it’s worth the wait!

likes and reblogs appreciated as always <3

warnings : angst. like, wow, angst. some fluff at the end though cause this is hurt/comfort so dont worry too much. some violence but nothing too graphic

bold is jake , steven is italics

word count : 3218

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It’s been 5 years since the snap. 5 years since the Avengers lost and half of the entire universe was dusted away. Yet Marc still remembers it far too vividly. Well, how can he not when the memory of you fading, turned to dust, haunts his every night and when he wakes up, the wound feels fresh every time.

The nightmare started with Marc who was coming home from a certain job and after months of being away from you, all he wanted to do was to hug and kiss you to his heart's content.

Marc walked into the kitchen, where you stood faced away from him as you were cooking something with headphones on which would explain why you didn’t hear Marc coming in. He saw this as an opportunity to surprise you as you weren’t informed of his coming home. So, with a mischievous smirk on his face, he approached you and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

You scream and swiftly turn yourself, facing your boyfriend who was trying his hardest to stifle his laughter. Then you yell at him for a little while, telling Marc that he shouldn’t scare you like that ever again and Marc only stared at you fondly. He never realized how much he missed your nagging until he had to be away from it for months.

Eventually, though, Marc got sick of your babbling and would shut you up by pressing his lips to yours. You then struggled for a while as you tried to resist his charming move, but realized that there was no use in doing so and kissed back. The kiss lasted for a minute, maybe two with Marc smiling in between kisses and you doing the same thing.

You missed Marc and Marc missed you a whole lot more.

After the kiss ended, Marc wrapped his arms around your waist and placed his chin on your shoulder, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, and just bathing in your presence.

And then, in a second, you were gone.

Marc stumbled forward as you suddenly disappeared from his grasp and all that was left was dust on the sleeves of his white hoodie and other specks fluttering around the air. Marc felt his heart drop and frantically looked around the room for any sign of you. He called your name, searched every corner but found nothing but Khonshu sitting on the window ledge, staring outside.

"What did you do?" He asked the god. Khonshu didn't respond, he didn't even break his gaze to look at Marc. “I said, what did you do?!” Marc yelled at Khonshu to answer him and again, the god didn't respond. Frustrated, Marc stomped over to the tall bird to at least see what had gotten him so distracted. His eyes widened at the sight.

Chaos.

It was chaos everywhere as people ran from a danger that Marc could not see just yet, cars crashed into each other, everywhere he turned he could hear screams of panic and cries of anguish, and then a plane came crashing into a building. But Marc’s focus wasn’t on any of that. Marc’s eyes landed on a couple who were running away from the collapsing building only for one of them to dissolve into dust a few seconds later.

Dust.

No. No, no, no, no.

Marc began running from room to room calling out your name, hoping, just hoping that he had been hallucinating, hoping that the dust was just leftovers from his latest mission, hoping that all of this was nothing but an illusion.

But you were nowhere to be found. There were only the remains of the dust spread around the kitchen, some of it still on his hoodie sleeves. The grief hit him like a truck. He dropped to the ground, hands tightly wrapped around himself, and he cried. He cried, and he sobbed, and he wailed as the TV that you had left on broadcasted the Avenger's loss. Everyone’s loss.

That would be where the nightmare ended if it was just any normal nightmare. But no, that was a reality, a memory. Something that stuck to Marc’s mind to this day, enough to give him those nightmares every night only for him to wake up and have to live in a world where you don’t exist.

When everything got too much, Steven took over and when Marc does front, he’s out killing whoever Khonshu told him to kill with nothing holding him back this time. He does it all with ease, taking out his anger and his grief on these people who he thought deserved it. You would’ve thought differently. But you weren’t here to stop him.

5 years went by agonizingly slow but a lot has happened since then. Marc got married to a woman he didn’t love and got divorced, Steven found out about him, they both found out about Jake, he kept being Moon Knight, and his kill count got higher and higher. Not even Steven nor Jake could do anything about it because no matter how many times they try to convince him to move on, he would get angry. They weren’t the ones who experienced your gentle kisses, your warm hugs, your comfortable presence, your loving gaze. They weren’t the ones left with memories of you and they will never understand his grief and his loss.

Marc-

“Shut up, I don’t wanna hear it.”

Today was one of those nights where Marc was the one to take over for Moon Knight duty instead of Jake and he was throwing punch after punch towards this man that he had been assigned to. Khonshu never said anything about killing him but after knowing the moon god for quite some time, he didn’t need to say anything for Marc to understand.

You’re gonna kill him

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

Marc, this would be your 5th kill this week

“So, fucking, what?” The man had passed out, his face bloodied and bruised but yet the hits never stop coming, the noise in Marc’s head making him even more frustrated than before. What do they know? They weren’t the ones who woke up from another replay of the snap, why are they trying to stop him? If they knew how his heart ached every time, they’d understand why he was doing all of this and they wouldn’t even try to stop him.

Once the man’s breathing stopped, everything was silent. Marc was gasping for breath, wheezing and panting despite the ‘fight’ only being Marc punching the crap out of this man who probably had a family. That’s when he realized that his being out of breath wasn’t from the fight, but from the tears that fell out of his eyes like a river, never stopping as he sobbed and wailed once more in front of the dead body of a man he had mercilessly taken the life of.

Let me take over for the rest of the night, Marc.

This time, he didn’t argue.

Then, the blip.

Marc was on another mission when it happened, this time trying his best to refrain from killing anyone. After that massive breakdown, he decided that he didn’t want that life anymore. He still had a few fights along the way but he moved through it all with ease as he moved from room to room, trying to find the items that Khonshu had demanded he get.

When he does find what he was looking for, the room was surprisingly empty with only the artifacts standing in the middle. Suspicious but okay, Marc could handle an ambush easily, he’d done it multiple times, and he could do it again.

But then, as he stepped one foot into the empty space, he immediately stumbled back as people seemingly appeared out of thin air. They all looked lost, startled, and disorientated with their mouths taped and hands tied behind their back. Marc raised a brow behind the mask but before he could ask one of the people snapped out of their thoughts and landed their gaze on him. They start to wriggle and struggle with their restraints, their frantic breathing and terrified screams muffled under the tape.

Marc paid that no mind however as he was still trying to figure out what the fuck had just happened cause one moment he was kicking criminal ass and then the next, a bunch of hostages just appeared out of thin air, dazed and panicked. Speaking of said hostages, Marc forcibly reminded himself of their existence and swiftly freed them one by one by using his moon blade to cut the rope and letting them rip the tape from their mouths themselves.

Neither of them hesitated to run and only one had stopped to say thank you but again, Marc cared not for the blatant rudeness of the other people as his mind was racing a million miles per second. Questions ran in his head and he found no answers. Did the criminals find some sort of substance that could make someone invisible for a bit of time? Were these people some part of an experiment? No, those people didn’t look like white coats. Or maybe they-

And then his burner phone rang.

A familiar ringtone sounded through the now-empty building, a ringtone that he only set for one person and one person only. He didn’t realize he’d brought his burner phone with him. Marc felt his heart drop to his stomach as the tune of “Can’t Sleep Love” echoed throughout the room and slowly, his eyes moved towards the direction of his phone that he had safely kept tucked somewhere in the suit and his hands shook as he went to grab it.

He hesitated to flip it open. His hands were trembling as he held the device in his hands and he didn’t know if it was out of anger that someone dared to pull this trick on him, or if it was out of fear of the hope that was bubbling in his chest. Could it be…? No. No, it couldn’t be you, could it? But what if it was? Marc thought as the phone continued to ring in his hands.

He shook his head. No, that was impossible, Marc reminded himself. You were gone. But then who else would it be? You were the only person who knew of the secret storage box containing your burner phone, heck not even Marc knew where it was.

And then the phone stopped ringing and for a second, Marc felt something akin to despair when it didn’t ring a second time. He thought maybe someone had just come across it, that was all.

But then it did and the same song is resonating within the room, sounding much louder in Marc’s ears than it actually did. This time, Marc didn’t hesitate. He immediately flipped the phone open and put it close to his ear.

Then he waited.

He waited because no words could come out of his mouth and at that exact moment he was preparing himself for the worst. Marc didn’t want to hope. He shouldn’t, he knew he shouldn’t because this could very much be some random stranger who happened to come across your secret burner phone, and the possibilities of it being you are near to zero and-

“Marc? Are you there?”

You spoke and it was so very much your voice that Marc felt his entire world stop the moment it came through the phone’s speakers. It was you, there was no doubt it was you with the way you said his name, your tone soft and familiar, so, so, very familiar but confused. Marc was even more confused but the overwhelming feeling of joy and hope and so much more bubbling up inside him easily drowned out any negative thoughts swimming in his head. You called his name again and Marc realized he’d been quiet for a concerning amount of time, god, you were probably starting to get worried.

So, he swallowed the building saliva in his mouth and gathered as much of his composure as he could.

“Baby?” It was all Marc could say, the term of endearment coming out in barely a whisper and he hoped it was loud enough for you to hear.

“Oh so you can hear me, good, I thought this thing was broken.” You said and again, your voice brought the once lost warmth back into his previously cold heart. “Where are you and why are there strangers in our apartment? They yelled at me thinking I was an intruder when clearly, they were the intruders here and then threatened to get security to kick me out I mean, can you believe the audacity of- Marc?”

Without him realizing it, Marc had been crying into the phone. God, he missed your loud mouth so fucking much. His tears dropped into the concrete ground as he sobbed, completely ignoring your worried call from the other side.

For once, Marc was finally crying out of pure joy and relief and it seemed unbelievable. This all seemed like a dream for him like the universe was playing tricks on him as it always did. But somehow, hearing you right now as you nagged at him for not responding to you, he knew. He knew this was real.

After Marc has finished his little crying session, he quickly changed back into his normal civilian clothes and started to bolt towards yours and his old apartment. Marc had moved out after a year of living there without you because of the painful memories and it seemed someone else had moved in which had confused you when he told you but he knew he’ll have all the time in the world to explain everything when he noticed all the news anchors around the city announcing the return of the dusted. He ran as fast as he could and luckily for him, he wasn’t too far away because he turned to one last corner, he stopped dead in his tracks.

There you stood, looking as beautiful as ever under the moonlit sky with your attention on your phone so you didn’t notice him staring longingly at you. It was like Marc was hit with a sense of deja vu. Your clothes were still the same as it was when you disappeared, your hair was still the same length, your face never changed or aged and it made Marc’s heart ache as memories of that day came crashing down on him once more.

But then you turned to him and Marc’s worries and fears all disappeared in an instant. He rushed towards you and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. “Marc, what the hell-” You wheezed out but when you heard Marc’s sobbing and his chants of “God, It’s really you, it’s you, you’re real, you’re here.” It made your heart break for him. One of your arms came wrapping around Marc’s torso, returning the hug while the other went up to his head. You soothed him with your soft voice, assured him that you were there, and made sure that he knew that you were real by keeping your fingers tangled in his hair.

Marc continued to cry as you do this, relief washing over him like a tsunami of emotions. He couldn’t believe it but your presence right now felt more real than it has ever felt in so long. God, he had missed you so much, this warmth, this comfort, this love that he hadn’t felt in so long is back and it was overwhelming but so very welcomed.

He hesitantly pulled away to scan your face and then proceeded to pepper kisses to every corner from your nose to your cheeks, and your eyelids, which made you squawk at him to stop but he didn’t cause he hadn’t been able to do this for so long and now that he could, he didn’t want to stop no matter how much you complain.

Eventually, you push him away and Marc was about to start pouting before you grabbed at the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a deep kiss.

This kiss was different than the one you both shared 5 years ago. This kiss was full of longing, full of need from Marc who hadn’t felt the gentle touch of your lips on his for far too long. The salty taste of the tears on his lips didn’t make him pull away at all, and it seemed like it didn’t bother you either as you continued to hold him close.

You and he needed the oxygen though so you eventually pulled away but Marc kept you at a very close distance. He cupped your face gently in his hands and pressed your forehead to his, basking in your presence and reeling it all in. Marc could smell your perfume, could feel the texture of your skin, could still taste your strawberry flavored chapstick on his lips, your breathing against his skin, and eventually, he felt grounded enough to pull back.

He probably looked gross right now with all the snot coming out of his nose and tears still pooling in his eyes and raining down his face but you didn’t care about any of that as your hands went up to wipe his tears away. “They told me about the snap back at the apartment. I’m sorry I was away for so long.” You said and Marc shook his head. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t need to apologize.

He voiced these thoughts to you and you smiled fondly at him. “I know it isn’t but still,” Your hands came up to hold Marc’s face. “You look like you’ve been through hell.” You pointed out which made a wet chuckle come out of Marc. It was so much more than just ‘hell’. He’d gladly pick that over reliving the past 5 years.

“Something like that,” Marc said, his eyes never looking away from yours.

You both stand like that for a little while more, just so Marc could get himself together before you got tired of standing around and asked Marc to take you home already. Marc smirked and then proceeded to lift you with one hand under your knee and the other on your back. You screamed and then quickly looped your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling. “Warn me before you do that next time you jerk!” You exclaimed and then gave a light slap to his chest. Marc didn’t respond and only smiled like an idiot as he carried you bridal style back to their apartment.

Once back home, Marc introduced you to both Steven and Jake and if he felt a twinge of jealousy when Steven gawked at you and Jake kissed the back of your palm then, well, that’s for future Marc to handle.

Cause now, as Marc sits beside you on his ratty old couch with your hand clenched tightly in his, he stares at the TV screen announcing the Avenger's victory against Thanos, he knows that he can now have a future. A future with you and maybe, possibly one involving the other two as well. Marc turns towards you and smiles.

Guess he has some heroes to thank for this.

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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so sorry for the lack of fics, i am like, really struggling to write these new ones but im just hoping they'll be worth the wait!

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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fyi i try to make my readers gender neutral meaning i either try to not use any gendered pronouns at all and only use "you/your/yours" or at certain times i might use "they/them/their" just letting yall know

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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AAAAAAAA you are my new favourite writer on here!!! Your fics make me go 😍🥰😍 so THANK YOU!

Also, only and only if you are looking for inspiration, I had posted a little fluff idea on my own recently and I will link it here. I'm just showing you just in case your sweet sweet marvelous brain might wanna turn it into something more! I cannot get enough moon boys fluff hehehe! 😁🤭

AHH THANK YOU SO MUCH, glad to know you like the fics!! i have like way too many drafts right now cause my brain is going a million miles per second after my exams were over but i'll definitely think about it!!

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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EXAMS ARE OVER, now i take a tiny break and collapse before i start to write more

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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my college entrance exams are tomorrow and after that, i'm all free until the inevitable start of college itself so in that free time, it will be fanfics galore for everyone (i have like 5 drafts but please do still leave requests, preferably simple ones cause brain tiny)

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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i have a layla and marc x reader in my drafts right now but it'll probably take a while for me to finish cause i do want to focus on other things in my life but dont you worry your little heads i'll be back before you know it <3

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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Write more moon knight 😭😭😭

ive written like 9 fics mate, calm thine tits there are more coming dw your little head, i just have college entrance exams coming up and need to focus on that first </3

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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[Recites Shakespeare]

where for art thou moon knight season 2

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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tastes like apple juice and peach

STEVEN GRANT X READER

PART ONE

prompt : for a long time steven had thought his feelings had gone unnoticed. but he was wrong.

ah, part 2 is finally here. a lot of your feelings were hurt with the first part so consider this an apology. please read the first part before this and enjoy!!

likes and reblogs appreciated <3

warnings : steven being sad and insecure :( other than that, fluff

word count : 2492

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Steven was at his usual spot at, you guessed it, the gift shop, when you had approached him for the first time.

It was nearly the end of his shift for the day and Steven was stocking all the cute Tawaret plushies on their respective shelves when a finger tapped on his shoulder. This startled Steven as he thought he’d been alone and the plushies that he had held in his arms all dropped to the ground when he jumped.

“Oh, bollocks.” He exclaimed, clicking his tongue and then kneeling down to pick them all up.

Steven was so focused on just finishing his shift that he didn't notice the extra pair of hands helping him out. That is until he reached for one of the plushies and his hands briefly brushed over somebody else’s fingers. “Oh, my apologies.” He said politely.

“It’s alright.” The familiar voice made Steven’s head jolt up in surprise and he was met with twinkling eyes like the stars of the night sky.

Startled, Steven stumbled back, one of the plushies clenched tightly in his hands. In doing this, his back collided with the shelves behind him, causing all of the plushies that he had just put there to all drop on his head.

Well, there went his one chance of at least giving you a better second impression after the embarrassing mess of his first one. Though, he guessed more embarassing things could’ve happened besides him covered in an ocean of soft Tawarets but he didn’t want to think about that at the moment cause you were currently kneeling in front of him, clearly trying your hardest to stifle your laughter.

Great.

“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry-” A small giggle slipped out of your mouth and suddenly Steven was totally okay with you laughing at him. “So sorry, you just look adorable like that.”

Out of everything you could’ve said out of those pretty lips of yours, THAT was definitely not something Steven had expected.

Steven felt himself blush, his face growing redder by the second. He knew the blush was very evident on his cheeks when he saw your smile get impossibly brighter and now Steven was even more embarrassed.

You were staring at him expectantly as if Steven had anything to say after that bomb of a compliment you just dropped on him, and when Steven continues to stay unmoving in the piles of Tawarets, you simply let out a huff of laughter and got up on your feet.

A hand was shoved to Steven’s face and he only stood there, staring at it, not knowing what to do. It was only when he realized that you were offering to help him up that he hurriedly wiped his sweaty palms on his pants and took your hand, letting you help as Steven got to his feet.

The electricity that went up to Steven’s arm as his hand was enveloped in yours for just a moment was bizarre, unexpected, but not unpleasant and Steven cherished every moment of it until he eventually had to let go to not freak you out with his weirdness.

“Right, um, sorry for bothering you, I’ll just-” Steven awkwardly pointed at the pile of plushies stacked around his feet and sheepishly smiled. “Pick these up.” He went to lean down again but was stopped by a hand to his chest. Your hand on his chest.

Steven rightfully panicked at this and all movement coming from him was stopped. It's like all the tiny people in his mind were running around In circles, screaming and crying and not helping him try to act normal around you.

“Let me help you with those.” You said.

The hand on his chest moves away from him, and Steven felt the oxygen come back to his lungs as he was finally able to breathe again. Steven couldn’t find the right words to say to you so he just nodded and silently began to pick up the plushies and put them back on the shelves.

You followed his actions and soon, a comfortable silence loomed around the both of you as you both worked the cute Tawarets back on display.

For the whole time, all that was going on in Steven’s mind were hundreds nearly thousands of thoughts floating around in his head. Like, why were you there? Why were you suddenly talking to him? Did something happen that made you suddenly want to have a conversation with him? Did Donna scheme something again and asked you to help him? Cause there was no way you just decided to chat with Steven of your own accord.

Right?

For a few more seconds, maybe minutes, the silence wasn’t broken. Steven had nothing to say. Well, no, he had plenty to say, he was just too much of a coward to say it. It seemed like you had other plans.

“I saw you watching me the other day.”

Steven stumbled at your statement, nearly dropping the bloody plushies again but he learned his lesson and kept his hold on them.

Steven sputtered. His words struggled to come out of his mouth and he was stuttering and saying words that didn’t connect with each other as his mind went hundreds of miles per second trying to process the fact that you had found out about him watching you, and how everything was completely ruined cause you must’ve thought he was a bloody creep for that

“Steven, I can hear your thoughts from over here, I promise you I’m not weirded out by it.” You comforted him. Steven looked at you incredulously and you rolled your eyes at him. “It’d be weird if I was any other person but I don’t know, I thought it was cute.” You explained with a confident smile on your face.

Huh. Steven was burning up again and at first, Steven thought he was coming up with a fever but realized that he was probably just blushing at your flattering remark. Steven’s face must’ve looked really funny then. He was as red as a tomato, his eyes wide as saucers and mouth gaping open trying to find anything, absolutely anything to say but couldn’t cause his mind was absolutely fried.

He could tell you were trying really hard to hold in the bubbling laugh in your throat with the way you were biting your bottom lip with this beaming smile on your face and usually, Steven would be offended by that but found that he didn’t mind it if it meant he could hear how you would sound like when you laughed.

Eventually,too much time had passed when Steven’s brain decided to function once more. “I’m so sorry about that, I swear I didn’t mean to be a creep or anythin’ It’s just that you were amazing and- I don’t know I couldn’t just talk to you cause you were just- well, you’re you and I’m me, and you don’t need me, but I need you and- oh god, I sound like a downright twit right now, am I? I’m sorry I’ll just leave you alone and be on my merry w-”

Steven felt soft lips press a kiss to his left cheek. Your soft lips pressed a kiss to his left cheek.

Everything seemed to stop at that moment. Steven’s rambling stopped, his moving stopped, his breathing stopped, heck, Steven was pretty sure even his heartbeat had stopped. His brain was malfunctioning and now he was wondering whether someone could die of heatstroke from blushing so much cause Steven was convinced he’d just passed away again and the tiny Tawaret plush was going to change into actual Tawaret guiding him through the afterlife like she did last time.

He was mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of questions he was sure to receive from Marc and Jake when a hand waving in front of his face and your voice calling out to him snapped him out of his trance.

“Steven, are you okay? Was I reading this wrong?”

“No!” Steven’s voice cracked as he exclaimed and he cleared his throat. “No, I was just- I didn’t expect that.” He said.

Steven heard you coo and tucked his chin to his chest to hide his face that was increasingly getting redder the longer he stood next to you. He didn’t notice it before but now he did as he was looking down at both of your hands that are now intertwined with each other.

“Steven?” His name had never sounded as sweet as it did when it was uttered out of your mouth. Steven only hummed in response, scared that if he opened his dumb mouth, he’d say something he would regret.

“There’s a nice cafe just a few blocks from here.” You said. Your free hand that wasn’t holding Steven’s came up to grab at his chin, urging him to look back up to you. Steven happily obliged and the way your eyes sparkled when staring into his felt like a punch to his gut. It was full of adoration, full of hope. He’d even dare say it was full of lo-

Steven paused his thoughts.

No.

No. That’s not possible.

Steven must’ve been dreaming cause there was absolutely no way this was all real and happening to him right now. He’d had this conversation with himself before, hadn’t he? You two were worlds apart. Not fit for each other. You deserved someone better. Someone that could fit you better than the mess that he is. That someone cannot be Steven

All of these insecurities and doubts filled Steven’s mind as he answered your question. “No,” At the sad look he received from you, Steven quickly took it back. “I mean, yes but- I don’t- well, I don’t understand, is all.” He continued.

You were silent, waiting for Steven to explain whatever he meant by that. Then, your hand came up to his face and he leaned into it, letting out a soft sigh at the comfort it brought him. Your presence itself was a comfort to him but yet, Steven knew he couldn’t be selfish.

“We can’t be together. I can’t do that to you.” Steven said, voice barely a whisper but you were standing close enough that you heard him loud and clear. “You deserve someone better. Someone who isn’t me. You and me we’re worlds apart and we won’t be f-”

“Now who are you to decide that for me, hm?” You interrupted him. Steven winced, thinking you had been mad at him with the way you worded it.

But the fond smile clung to your face, shining brighter than the sun could ever shine, your eyes, full of so much emotion never looking away from Steven’s which made all kinds of butterflies fluttering around his stomach.

“Steven, you listen to me right now, okay? No interruptions.” You told him. Steven nodded. You let out a sigh and then grabbed both of his hands, holding them gently in yours.

“Steven, I’ve liked you for a very long time right now.” His eyes widened at this cause well, that’s just impossible, innit? He must be dreaming. That had to be it cause things like this don’t happen to Steven Grant. Marc and Jake, sure. But never him.

Then your hands clenched tighter in his and Steven knew the feeling of warmth and comfort that that brought him was something his mind could never be able to fabricate. You continued to talk while Steven scanned every feature of your voice to ground himself.

“ I’ve attempted to talk to you so many times but I’ve just been so busy that I couldn’t get the chance to. The one time I had the chance of talking to you, you ran away.” Steven remembered the time in front of the utility closet and was about to apologize when you shushed him with a finger to his lips.

“You don’t have to apologize for anything, Steven. But, after that day, I thought you hated me or something.” A small huff of laughter was let out of your lips at that like you knew that it was ridiculous of you to think of such a thing. “Then I talked to Donna about it, and she told me all about you watching me from the distance. She had called you a creep but I didn’t think the same.”

“So after that, I started to notice you whenever I did my little tours but still couldn’t find the chance to talk to you.” Steven didn’t realize how close you were standing until he could feel your breath against his lips. “Until now.” He couldn’t help but glance down at them every now and then but kept his focus on you and your words.

“So, I’ll ask you again.” Your arms looped around his neck and Steven’s breath is taken away by how absolutely beautiful you looked under the dim lights of the gift shop. “Will you please go on a date with me?”

Steven couldn’t respond with words. So, he made what could be the worst or maybe best decision that he could ever make.

His lips crashed into yours and it was awkward at first with the way your teeth clacked together but the both of you melted into it quickly. His arms fidgeted by your sides as he didn’t know where to put them, so you guided his hands and put them on either side of your waist before they went back to looping around his neck.

The kiss was slow, gentle, your lips tasted like sweet peaches and it was everything he ever dreamed of and more. Steven treasured every second of it before the both of you pulled away to catch your breath.

“So, is that a yes?” You asked and Steven laughed before pressing those soft lips back into his again, the both of you smiling into the kiss sweetly.

Everything felt perfect in every way possible at this moment in time. Just the two of you, giggling and smiling, stealing more kisses now and then as you both continued to stack and sort the formerly neglected Tawaret plushies back into their shelves.

Of course, Steven still had his doubts. The fear of losing you lingered on in his mind. His insecurities no longer loud but quietly whispering at the back of his mind was telling him how this would all end badly because Steven was not someone that fit to be with you.

But that’s okay.

Cause Steven might think that he was nothing more than the odd giftshopist from the museum but he was so very wrong about that. He meant so much more than that.

He was the comforting glow of the moon at night, the sound of birds chirping happily the moment you wake up, the feeling of a warm hug after a cold day, and most importantly,

He was Steven.

And that was all you could ever ask for.

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mkfluffluv · 3 years ago

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smells like lemongrass and sleep

STEVEN GRANT X READER

this story has a part 2 now!!

prompt : steven knows that he and you are worlds apart, so he keeps his distance

just a short drabble that i came up with after crying listening to "she" by dodie. enjoy :)

warnings : angst. so much angst.

word count : 656

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Steven had been pining for you for as long as he can remember. It started when he first met you when you had walked into the gift shop carrying this aura around you that had Steven stopping whatever it was he was doing to stare at you.

The way you smiled had reminded him of the glistening ocean under a sunlit sky and the way you carried yourself as you walked, so full of confidence and so full of energy was enough to make Steven’s heart skip a beat.

When you turned to him, he nearly dropped the boxes that he held in his arms as he was startled by your eyes that looked like they held so many stories in them. You were mesmerizing, and perfect in every way. But yet so very far out of Steven’s reach.

You and he were different in too many ways. You were confident, boisterous, always chirpy, and walked with a pep in your step whereas Steven was timid, jumpy, stood always in a slight slouch, quiet, and reserved. You were one of the tourists that guided the school kids around the museum while Steven was a gift shopist who sold inaccurate merchandise to whoever felt like buying it. The two of you were universes apart and Steven was painfully aware of that.

But Steven liked admiring you from afar. Only from afar though cause he was far too intimidated by you and your beaming personality to try and have a normal conversation.

He would quietly watch behind big pillars as you guide a squad of tiny children with a fond smile spread across his face. your voice would be more high-pitched than usual to make everything sound so much more exciting than they were. Steven would see all of this and can’t help but fall more.

He did this so much that even Donna had started to notice. Of course, she had called him a downright creep but then proceeded to try and set you up together. Steven found out about her plan however and had run away the moment you two locked eyes right next to the utility closet. It was only for just a moment but he remembered how beautiful you were up close, your eyes like the ocean sparkling under a moonlit sky, your face beautifully detailed like you’d jumped out of one of the paintings itself, but most importantly, he remembered how wonderful he had felt just standing so close to you.

Again, he was only there for just a moment before he ran away, but there was a warm feeling in his chest as you looked at him. He felt like he was floating for just a moment, like it was only the two of you flying in the clouds, soaring through the skies. It was silly, but Steven was a clown.

When he was far enough away, his heart clenched at the loss of your warm presence but Steven ignored it. He had to. Cause what else can he do?

The two of you lived in separate worlds and Steven cannot bring it in himself to drag you into his while yours had no space for a man like him.

Cause you were a fountain pen that’s ink flows smoothly on paper, you were the relaxing sounds of waves crashing on rocks by the beach, or the pleasant smell of coffee beans in the morning and so many other wonderful and poetic things to Steven.

But to you, however, Steven was nothing more than the oddball from the gift shop. The worst part is that he was fine with that. Just being a small part of your life was enough for him. It hurt, a lot in fact, but he’d come to terms with it soon enough.

For now, Steven will be okay with admiring from afar cause even when you were next to him, you could not be more far apart.

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