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𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: working at a museum had its perks one of them being developing a stupid crush on your co-worker

warning: cuteness overload

a/n: requests are open!

not my gif!

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the day started as usual; not hearing your alarm, not finding a good enough outfit to wear, your hair having a moody day, the other shoe being missing, burning yourself with hot water, spilling your coffee on your blouse, closing the door on your finger and your car not starting.

what could possibly go wrong further?

probably donna putting you on inventory for being late. it bothered you for a second until you realized that steven would probably be there with you. he scurried in ten minutes after you, splattering apologies left and right.

it was cute.

he looked good today. not like he didn't every other day, but today, there was something about his hair falling just right in his face, his smile just warming up the place, his curious eyes awakening bubbles in your stomach and let's not get started on his outfit.

the button up shirt was hugging all the right places and his pants was a bit tight on his arse area leaving much to the imaginative mind, the denim jacket he was wearing over the shirt made you giddy. like you said, steven grant looked good.

gosh, stupid crush.

"y/n?" donna snapped her fingers in your face and you looked at her bewildered. how long had you been staring at steven? must have been a while, because he was now standing behind the counter scanning barcodes on multiple sweets and toys.

"you with us?"

"yeah, yeah sorry. i had a terrible morning," you lied through your teeth. well not technically lying seeing as you clearly had a terrible morning.

donna smirked, "that terrible morning have anything to do with stevie boy?"

gosh no, never.

you shook your head, "no."

looking at the clock you gasped, the next school bus should be here in ten minutes and your flashcards where no where to be found.

shit!

you forgot them on your desk. you had put a reminder on your phone last night that first thing when you wake up is to take the flashcards but you didn't even have a chance to look at your phone. speaking of said phone, it's still on charge. at home.

"no flashcards?"

"no flashcards."

donna sighed, "i'll get someone else to lead the tour today, go help stevie with the sweets and toys there would ya?"

she walked away, "it's steven."

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"what does jellies have anything to do with egyptian mythology, it's a waste of money, honestly."

"i completely agree with you," you said and steven jumped a little, not expecting anyone to be actually listening to him.

"h-hi, sorry. i mumble a lot," he sputtered his face turning beet red. you smiled shaking your head.

"don't worry about it, steven, i do it all the time," you giggled and steven nodded throwing another sweets bag into the basket. steven looked uncomfortable, but that was from your perspective.

from steven's perspective, his heart was racing. his hands were sweating and if you focused hard enough you'd see a small tremble in his hands. why? because he was hopelessly and madly in love with you it was actually embarrassing.

the countless hours he spent staring at you as you danced across the museum, how your eyes seemed to sparkle and how you held your professional pose when a ridiculous question was asked by a pre-schooler. the smile you'd throw him when you caught him staring made his heart stop and it felt as if he would pass out then and there.

it was awkwardly oblivious the effect you had on him for everyone except you.

"shouldn't you be touring a bunch of pre-schoolers?" he mumbled as he busied his hands. you toyed with a egyptian hippo shaking your head.

"forgot my flashcards," you said and steven nodded.

"how's boss lady handling the news?"

you chuckled, "i'm probably on inventory tonight."

"looks like i'm not alone tonight," steven chuckled and you smiled at him.

"thank goodness for that," you said and grabbed the scanner from him scanning the hippos, whilst steven just stared at you.

knock it out, weirdo.

damnit, stupid crush.

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usually, it was either you or steven in here. never both of you, but it seems like tonight the universe had other plans. probably tired of you both walking on egg shells around each other trying not to spill a love confession.

conversation flowed easily between you and steven, which was a surprise to both of you. steven whooed you with facts about egypt and you whooed him with what's happening on the news nowadays. you were an odd pair but it was rare in a world like today.

you caught steven staring at you multiple times in the past hour, and if your face turned any red shade darker, you were sure you'd explode.

"is there something on my face?" you randomly asked as you turned to him and wiping across your face.

"wh-what?" steven asked putting down a box of artifacts and looking at you putting his hands in his jacket pockets.

"is there something on my face?"

"n-no, why do you ask?"

"cause you keep looking at me as if i have something on my face," you smiled and wringed your hands together looking down.

steven gulped, it's either now or never, right?

"i'm sorry, you just look s-so beautiful."

you gasped, looking at him with wide eyes. you've probably had to much candies. the sugar is probably playing tricks on your mind. yep, that's all it was, tricks was being played.

"wh-what?"

"y/n, i've had the longest and stupidest crush on you from the moment you had walked through that doors. you had held my heart in the palms of your hands the second you said hello to me, and i knew i wanted to marry you when you said goodbye,"steven said, looking anywhere but you.

"steven, look at me," you said softly walking towards him and putting your hands on his cheeks.

"i've had the stupidest crush on you as well," you smiled. steven put his hands on yours leaning into its touch.

he smiled like a toddler. a look of unbelieve and pure excitement in his eyes. if he could he'd stare at you all night. he probably could, and he probably would.

"steven, kiss me," and he did. his lips was soft but firm. his hands moved to your waist pulling you closer to him. your hands snaked around his shoulders weaving themselves in between his locks. you pulled away and rested your forehead against his and bit your lip.

thanks, stupid crush.

𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 '𝖓 𝖌𝖔 | 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖈/𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

pairing: marc spector x fem!reader/steven grant x fem!reader

summary: leave it to steven to patch things up

requested: hello!! hope you're having a great day. idk if requests are open. but if it is, can i request a marc spector x reader? he and reader got into a big fight, marc giving the body back to steven. while they grew apart, marc can see how she struggled through steven's eyes. and steven being the softie, he comforts her and asks her when she's ready so that he can let marc take control. just angst and fluff please. i'd really love it. thank you!!!

warning: i dunno man, not much ?

a/n: sorry for dissapearing for a while. school was being a pain but yeah, i'm ready for some steven

not my gif!

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steven made his way through the apartment. the air was filled with tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. he felt and was visibly uncomfortable. it wasn't always like this. with you around his apartment always smelled like fresh baked apple pie and there where a candle on the table that was lit, the vase of sunflowers where always bright.

but today, their leaves were hanging and the colour was draining from the petals. the apartment didn't smell amazing and the candle was laying shattered on the ground. the coffee table had been moved a few inches and it was suspiciously quiet.

it could've been his ears misleading him but he heard a faint yelp. steven made his way to the room you both had shared. the door was almost never closed so he began to get worried.

what had happened?

"y/n?" he called out and knock a few times on the door, he slowly pushed it opened to see you kneeling on the floor with your index finger in your mouth.

"honey what happened?" steven stepped closer but you quickly stopped him.

"don't come closer, here's shattered glass everywhere," your voice sounded hoarse and your tear stained cheeks broke his heart. steven could sense that you had let your guard down knowing it was him instead of someone else.

instead of marc.

"angel, i have shoes on. it's you i'm worried about," he pointed out, and looked towards your bare feet. you nodded and tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. steven walked over towards you picking you up and placing you on the bed. kneeling down he picked up the bigger shards of glass before returning with a broom.

"what happened?"

"it's nothing really. it's my fault too, to be honest," you sniffled. there wasn't another logical explanation.

but you can't help but worry about him. about how he's grinding steven's body. how neither of them is getting any rest. you can't remember the last time steven even ate a plate of real food.

steven quickly maneuvered his way to you taking your hands in his.

"none of that. marc has to work on his temperament around you."

you nodded and opened your mouth to say something but nothing had come out. but what if you just layed it lower then this wouldn't have had happened. maybe if you didn't want to know about their wellbeing all the time he wouldn't have said you were being clingy.

you know marc didn't mean what he had said, it was only said out of anger. you had also said hurtful things.

"could you maybe tell marc that i'm sorry. for what i had said," you asked softly toying with your fingers. steven chuckled, you were absolutely adorable.

"yeah, i'll tell the bugger."

you smiled at him and layed your head on steven's chest. you can always count on steven to make things better. tend the wounds. fix your broken heart.

"g'night steven," you yawned and layed back.

"g'night my love."

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 • 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: marc has been getting on steven's nerves and it doesn't help that his boss, donna, is biting his head off over everything.

warning: few curse words, marc being a asshole

a/n: requests open!

not my gif

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potroast was in the oven. the apartment was clean, and y/n's boyfriend of three years is on his way home, and judging by the texts — he wasn't in a sunshine mood.

she looked at the clock, only five more minutes until she sees the love of her life. she scurried towards her—his closet, and picked out her favorite dress shirt. it hung around her frame like a dress. she undid her hair that was in a ponytail, falling in a wavy mess on her shoulders, she also got rid of the leggins she was wearing.

she heard keys jiggling in the lock and quietly she made her way towards the living room.

"it smells lovely in here, my love," his voice rang through the apartment. she poked her head around the corner, and smiled at him. she really took him in since she couldn't this morning.

he was running late, again.

he was wearing a blue dress shirt, black pants and his usual sneaker shoes. his hair was messy and the bags underneath his eyes was even possible more darker, and the bag he always carries was slung around the coat hanger.

their eyes connected and he smiled at her, "c'mere, sweetheart," he said and opened his arms. she walked towards him and he took in her appearance with a smirk on his face.

"i love it when you wear my clothes."

"i love wearing your clothes," she smiled and gave him a kiss. she grabbed his hand and led him towards the kitchen, pouring him a cup of coffee and making him sit down.

"need any help, darlin'?" he asked.

"you're helping me just sitting there and looking pretty," she told him and as she walked passed him she kissed his cheek. she set the table and took the potroast out of the oven.

steven dished for them and they digged in. y/n took ahold of his hand and rubbed her thumb pad over his knuckles.

"how was work?"

he sighed and shook his head, "it's as if donna is doing it on purpose. she's always sitting on my head, oh and marc isn't any better. the bugger won't shut up!"

hey! i can hear you y'know.

"oh shut up!"

y/n couldn't help the giggle that slipped passed her lips. and steven only smiled and shook his head at her. gosh he loved her.

once they were done eating steven volunteered to do the dishes and y/n sat at the table just watching him. she couldn't help the smile that made its way to her lips. the way her eyes observed every inch if him. she adored him. every broken part of him.

"i know, i got a fantastic ass," steven said as he looked at her watching him. she scoffed.

"you wish grant."

he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, his hands firmly placing themselves on her hips. "is that jealousy i hear?"

she shook her head and bit her lip. but steven only smirked at her and nodded his head.

"i never thought you'd be the jealous type, my love."

she hit his chest, "oh shut up, you div."

he laughed at her antiques. he cupped her cheeks and kissed her. she kissed back and leaned more into steven. he grabbed her under her thighs and lifted her unto the counter so that he was standing between her legs. she pulled away, the need for air becoming necessary.

y/n weaved her fingers though his messy curls loving the way it bounced back.

it was steven's turn to stare at her now. he was madly in love with her the second she walked into the museum, but once they started talking she missed the tour completely. not that she minded though.

"i know, i've got an freakishly attractive face," she told him and he chuckled.

"marry me," he softly said. he looked at her with a smile, her own making its way unto her face.

"marry me, and let's spend the rest of our lives together. maybe we can run away, only us," he told her with a smile.

and me.

"and marc."

she laughed, and nodded her head.

"c'mon sweetheart, lemme hear you say it."

"yes i'll marry you, and run away with you."

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𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

pairing: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: how could you possibly go to sleep when steven looks so so good wearing those glasses of his, nose deep in a book

warning: steven

a/n: just because i feel lonely i decided to write this. this is very very short but i hope y'all enjoy!

not my gif!

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convincing steven to come to bed wasn't going to happen. he was nose deep in his book for the past hour and a half only looking up briefly at you every fifteen minutes and shooting you a toothy grin. the affect this man had on you.

you weren't complaining about the sight though.

you could stare at steven in his glasses all night. the way his eyebrows furrowed when he read something, or the way his lips curved upward every five minutes. his curls falling in his face, his stubble was beginning to grow and that tired look did things to you.

steven looked good. too good.

"everything alright, honey?" he suddenly asked and you nodded, biting the tip of your finger.

"peachy," you smiled at him.

you sat up, "whatcha reading there?"

he chuckled, "try not to laugh at me," he arched an eyebrow at you and moved his glasses out of the way.

shaking your head you smiled at him.

"i'm reading about nefertari and ramses the great."

he's doing it again, talking about something only he knows and expecting you to magically know about it. he looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, and you just arched a brow motioning for him to continue.

"ramses had about two hundred wives but nefertari was his first true love. like he wrote poetry for her occasionally, he bought her everything and built stuff for her. he always spoke well of her," he looked at you and you smiled.

"he sounds like a real gentleman."

"yeah, but the two hundred wives is a bit much isn't it?"

you nodded. he looked down at his book again, "listen to this line he wrote on her chamber of her burial site, 'my love is unique - no one can rival her, for she is the most beautiful woman alive. just by passing, she has stolen my heart.' not to sound cheesy, my love, but you also stole my heart." he smiled.

you blushed and smiled, "well if i stole your heart why don't you come join me in bed."

steven stood up and placed his glasses on the desk along with his book. he climbed into bed pulling you into his chest. you placed your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and breathing in his scent.

he brushed his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead multiple times.

"i love you," he breathed.

"i love you, too."

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my mom: there's absolutely nothing wrong with my child

me: *getting emotionally attached and obsessed with fictional characters*

𝖒𝖎𝖉𝖉𝖑𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 | 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖙

paring: steven grant x fem!reader

summary: after a sleepless night y/n finds herself in front of steven's door and with a confession in her heart.

warning: language(i think), fluff(yes it's a warning), sleepy steven, friends to lovers

request is open!

a/n: ayo first moon knight fic. hope yall enjoy

not my gif

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left, no. right, nope. back. nada. stomach, zip.

nothing seemed to work. she had tried a glass of warm milk. reading a book. watching a movie. solving a rubics cube. taking a walk around the block.

but nothing seemed to work. her brain wouldn't shut down. her brain wouldn't stop thinking about the one person she desperately needed to stop thinking about.

steven grant.

and his chocolate brown curly hair, she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands though it. his eyes that she seemed to get lost in. she thought about the curve of his lips and she couldn't help but wonder how it soft it would feel against her own. his hands exploring every curve of her body.

ugh get a grip!

she turned her neck to the right and 04:32 flashed bright red. she groaned and smashed a pillow in her face. she stood up pulling a pair of jeans on and an oversized sweatshirt on with converse.

she let her feet map her way, getting lost in her thoughts again. how could she let this happen? catching feelings for her best friend, and practically distancing her from him and steven feeling guilty because of it. the poor man thought it was his fault.

she went the depths and asked donna to move her to another station just so that she wouldn't get distracted. but had that worked? abso-freakin'-lutly not. if possible, she thought about him even more.

she looked up at the building. steven's building.

she knocked once, twice, thrice and the door swung open. it looked as if steven was ready to punch the person knocking at this unholy hour in the morning but when his eyes connected with y/n's his expression softened.

"y/n, what're you doin' here?" he said and opened the door further to invite her in.

she wringed her hands together walking in. "couldn't sleep, and I knew you were awake," she spoke softly. this was a bad idea.

steven nodded, "any particular reason keepin' you awake?" he moved passed her and towards the kitchen, he grabbed two muggs from the cupboard and turned on the kettle.

"just thinking about stuff," she told him and jumped onto the counter and wringed her hands together again out of nervous habit and Steven noticed.

"what kinda stuff?" he asked again and crossed his arms over his chest as he waited for the kettle to boil.

y/n gulped, "work stuff."

"we both know you're lying, you're a terrible liar," steven chuckled, "c'mon, what's botherin' you?"

now or never, y/n.

"you."

steven choked on air. his cheeks flushing bright red. could it be possible that his crush on his best friend of two years liked him back? that couldn't be right.

"steven, you're consuming my every thought. every waking moment i think about you. i can't sleep because you're there. and trust me when i say i've tried everything to go to sleep. steven, i'm in love with you," she breathed but didn't dare to look up at him.

"fucken' finally," steven said as he moved towards her cupping her cheeks and kissing her. she was shocked and her eyes was wide but after a few moments she melted into him and grapped him by his shirt and pulled him closer, in between her legs.

steven pulled away and took a breath. he caressed her red dusted cheek and chuckled, "took you long enough."

"well then I sincerely apologize," she smiled at him and bit her lip. he swiped his thumb over her lip.

"apology accepted."

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