#marc spector x you angst

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Pairing:Steven Grant x female reader, kinda Marc Spector x female reader??
Summary: After missing the date you and Steven set up, he comes to you hoping for a second chance.
Warning:Angst and fluff.
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Steven had never felt himself be this tired before, even though he spent endless night being awake, he knew the moment he stepped into his apartment that all he wanted to do was sleep, however, that stopped when he checked the time and suddenly remembered your date.

With a sudden burst of excitement, Steven began to get ready, taking out the clothes he picked for the date days prior, combing his hair and making sure his curls are tamed, almost bathing himself in cologne even though he had a shower and did a whole get ready routine.

As he combed his hair, he noticed his reflection not looking as excited as he was. Dismissing it as being too tired, he ignored it and was on his merry way. 

He showed up to the steak place waiting for your arrival. He waited and waited and waited.

Hours had passed and he was still sat there watching the entrance of the place eager for you to come.

“We’re going to be closing soon sir, are you still waiting for someone?” The waiter asked Steven sympathetically.

“Uh, no. I-I don’t think so.” He looked at the table for a moment, thinking about what to do, “I’ll actually have one of those steaks.” He stated slightly slumping in his seat.

The waiter gave him a sad smile and took the menu away to get his order.

Unbeknownst to Steven his reflection in the glass of water was watching him, feeling every bit of emotion he was.

He took his phone out and decided to call you to make sure nothing happened to you to cause you to miss the date. 

“Hi y/n, how are you-“

“You have the audacity to call me days after standing me up?” You said bitterly.

“I- sorry what do you mean?” Steven was more than confused at your words.

“If you didn’t want to go on the date you shouldn’t have to ask me out in the first place.” You said softly, feeling hurt at the fact that he was the one to ask you out and then stand you up.

“What’re you talking about? I’m here at the steak place waiting for you.” He said looking at his watch.

“We were supposed to meet there two days ago Steven, on Friday. Please don’t take me for a fool. I thought you were a genuine man, clearly, you’re not.” You felt yourself getting angry and cut the call before you said something you would regret.

Steven stared at his phone in disbelieve.

What were you on about? Two days ago?

That’s when he saw the date and day on his phone. Not believing what he was seeing, he looked to the waiter who came to deliver his steak to him.

“Mate, what’s the day today?” Steven asked almost frantically.

“Todays Sunday, sir.” The waiter stated walking away.

His eyes widened, there’s no way he lost two day of his life and had no knowledge about it.

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The next day he was hoping to see you on his way to work. You worked in the bakery not too far from him and would often run into him on your way to work or home.

He searched the crowd near the bakery and caught sight of you in the window. Your usual smile seemed to be sheltered and you didn’t have that spark in your eye.

Steven felt himself feeling responsible for your condition, and so he went to work with a mission in his head for after work.

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“I’m going to make it up to her, I have to make it up to her.” Steven said moving around his apartment, making sure that he has everything he needs.

With flowers in his hand and the heart shaped box of chocolates, he makes his way out of the apartment and outside.

He got off work early, with an earful from his boss, just so that he could plan things accordingly and be sure to catch you before you left to go home.

“Y/n, hey-…. Please wait up. Just hear me out.” He plead as you began to walk in the opposite direction at the sight of him.

You stopped in your tracks and turned to face him.

“Steven look, I get it. You didn’t want to go on the date. I-I’m over it. We can just move on from this and go back to not knowing the other existed-“

Your words drowned out in his mind as he felt panicked in that moment, he didn’t want to forget you. You were the first person to approach him and become his friend. The others weren’t as friendly to him as you were.

“Kiss her.”

A voice echoed in his mind.

“What?”

“Kiss her dammit, before she leaves.”

Steven realised you were once again going to turn around and walk away.

He stepped forward, grasped your hand and squeezed his eyes shut as his lips met yours. His hands moved to your jaw, holding you there gently as he kissed you, and as you kissed him back. 

After a short moment, you pulled back to look at him.

“I don’t know why I did that. Oh no, you’re going to hate me even more now.” He began to ramble.

“Hey look at me…” You grasped his head between your hands making him look at you, “I don’t hate you.” You clarify to him.

“I’m just hurt.”

“Y/n, these passed few days. I have no idea what has been happening. Yesterday I came home thinking it was Friday and immediately started getting ready for our date and only after hours of being at the restaurant did I realise that it was Sunday and not Friday. I’m so sorry, I got you flowers and chocolate. I really like you y/n.” He said looking stressed as ever.

“You sound absolutely insane… but I believe you. I’ve no idea what’s got you feeling like this but we’re going to figure it out, okay? You look exhausted, how about we start by getting you home and ready for bed. Have you had anything to eat?” You ask taking your hand in his and holding the flowers in the other.

“I haven’t had dinner yet; I’d like it if you had dinner with me. Like a redo of yesterday- I mean Friday.” He said with a nervous chuckle.

“We can have that date once you’re well rested and taken care of.” You smile at him as the two of you walk in the direction of his apartment.

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pairing:marc spector x reader

genre: angst, blurb, marc sector has me in a chokehold rn

summary: he’s the folly of a god, a shell of a man, and no longer who he was when you first met him, a man who used to buy you flowers is now a man covered in blood and you can no longer handle it

word count:1k

takes place before the show

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the bazaar was crowded, bodies pushing up against one another as the smell of saffron and turmeric filled the scene, vendors selling their own food adding the appealing aroma.

“care for some kebab?” the question was simple had the voice behind it not have sounded so tense, so full of fright that to the unknown ear it would have been almost comedic.

you turned your head away, jutting your chin out as you stalked through the sellers, blocking out every noise, every shout and yell as you clenched your fists tightly.

“i can pay,” he offered and you almost scoffed, it’s not as though he ever let you pay anyways, “free of charge,” gods, he was truly awful at joking.

he glanced to his side, biting hard on the inside of his cheek as he noticed you looking even angrier than you usually were, your brows pulled together as you looked straight ahead, refusing to look him in the eye.

he would spill everything if he could, right here, right now. but under the appeasing eyes of so many, he opted to wait, to save it when it was just the two of you and nobody else.

darlin’,” he tried, this time quieter, filled with more desperation, “it’s not as bad as it loo-” he heard a snort coming from your end, your jaw ticking as you rolled your eyes at his oblivious words.

“really it’s not,” he continued, his fingers trying to find yours but you kept pulling them away when he got too close.

your pace quickened, but his long strides made up for it, and he seemingly didn’t have to struggle very much to catch up to you, his hand finding your elbow as you paused, glad that you were out of the busy marketplace.

with a deep breath, you looked around, keeping your expression steady as it reflected his rather frantic one.

“marc,” you seethed through your teeth, looking away when he took a step forward, not trusting your tuition as you knew you’d just fall into his embrace, “not here.”

“yes,here,” he argued back, eyes trying to find yours as his hand slipped down to yours, encasing them in his larger, rougher ones. he had callouses on his palms, but you’d always press your lips to them, and say you loved them.

“y/n,” he tried once again, slowly, the air filled with a breeze that only autumn held in egypt, something you used to enjoy with him. you glanced up at the starry sky, lips pursing as you thought.

“i saw blood on your hands again,” you scoff to yourself as you shake your head at the haunting thought. you could vividly remember finding him in a corner, skin stained red as he widely breathed in and out.

“is that what he wants you to do now?” you pointed up at the sky, “khonshu?” you knew of his past job, heard of what he did. but you had never seen him in action. now, however, you could see the violence in his posture, how he was no longer the same person you met so long ago.

marc let go of your hands, running one through his hair as he looked back at the bazaar and then to you, eyes piercing as he debated an answer.

“marc, y-you’re losing yourself!” you shouted when he couldn’t think of a response, “look at where we are!” his blood-stained clothing, your crumpled night clothing from running out of your shared bedroom when you saw that he was gone.

y/n,” his hands reached for your face but you pushed them away in disgust. you missed the way his eyes flashed with hurt, how he looked at his own skin as if to see if he had burned you in some way.

“i-i didn’t sign up for this marc. you barely come home, the only time i see you is before you go to sleep, covered in blood. i mean, it’s like you’re a totally different person now,” you took a deep breath in, shaking your head as you admitted; “t-this isn’t a life i can live in anymore. i just can’t, marc,” your face broke, and for just a second, you mirrored him. there was pain, longing, and ache.

“darlin’, please, give me a chance,” he moved after you, realizing you were walking back to the apartment, and sighed deeply through his nose, looking up almost as if he were pleading for help.

“you know i love you, god, i’m so fuckin’ sorry for hurtin’ ya’ but you gotta believe me…” he trailed off, pressing little kissing to your knuckles, lips wet with hidden tears as he shook.

“this whole thing is new to me, i have to get used to it. but darlin’, you know i can’t forget about you. you’re my fuckin life, ya’ know that?” he pressed more and more kisses to your arms, traveling upwards as he tried to nudge your jaw with his nose but your eyes wrung shut, your face moving to the other side as you avoided his lips.

“you’re so good to me,” his voice cracked as his tears wet your skin, “ya’ know that? you’re so fuckin’ amazin’ and beautiful, y/n, you’re eveyr-”

“no, marc,” you wrenched your hand out of his once again, your eyes glossy in the light of the moon, shining over as your lips trembled, your head shaking feverishly as you took a stumbled step back, “no more. please.”

he took a step back instantly, hands up in the air almost as a surrender,

“okay, okay, i get it,” he quickly moved away, trying to give you space, “no more. how about we go home and i make you somethin’, yeah? that pistachio thing you like so much, hm?” he tried for a smile but you shook your head, quick to wipe your tears as you repeated it again.

“no more, marc,” you whispered, voice hoarse, and it cracked for a second as his face scrunched up in his oblivious confusion, “no more. please.”

andno more, please, translated to you pulling away from his hold, leaving him alone in the eyes of khonshu as he stared aimlessly at your receding figure.

sure he’s died before, but nothing felt as painful as watching you walk away with a piece of his heart.

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