Steven Grant / Marc Spector

Marc/Steven x Reader

Prompt: "I thought you were dead"

A/N: this Is kinda based on the scene where Layla and Steven run into each other.

Warning: one swear word lol

Words: 879

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Your P.O.V.

Months.

It's been months since I've last seen, and talked to my boyfriend Marc. I left for work one morning, gave him a kiss and said I love you, then came home after work, and it was just an empty apartment. I've called everyday since then but still, no answer.

Why do I even call? Because a part of me hopes he will one day pick up. I just want to hear his voice and know that he is okay.

*Ring, ring, ring*

The phone rings as I wait. Waiting for either the voicemail or, by miracle, his voice. Still no luck though. I sigh as I hang up the phone. I stare out the window, looking into our "backyard", which was just a small fenced in area with just a bench, that is for all the tenants, but it's never used. I just wish to hear him again.

I get up from the spot I was sitting in, and get dressed to head down to the park to enjoy the nice warm weather here in (y/h/t). Making sure I have my phone, I walk out of the building and make my way into town.

Steven's P.O.V.

Pulling a cell phone, charger and a pair of keys out of the wall, I am confused as to how they got in there. I sit at the dining table in my flat and plug in the phone. Once it's somewhat charged, I flip it open and turn it on. Once it's on, I see 40 missed calls, all from someone named 'y/n'.

Who is that?

I get curious, and click her name.

*Ring, ring, ring*

I feel a little nervous as I wait.

*Beeeep* "Hi you've reached (y/n)! Sorry I missed your call! Please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as possible!" *Beep*

I hang up the phone and leave it. Maybe she'll call again later.

I set the phone down for 2 seconds when it rings. I jump a little bit before scrambling to pick up the phone. I flip it open to see her name on the screen.

I pick up and put the phone to my hear.

S: Hello?
Y: Marc?! Oh my god, I'm so glad to hear your voice! I thought you were dead!
S: Marc? This is Steven. I'm sorry.
Y: Oh c'mon don't play with me Marc. Like what's with the accent? You left months ago and now you wanna play games? I don't have time for this.
S: I don't know who this Marc is, but he sounds like a real jerk.
Y: So.... you're really Steven? Not Marc?
S: No, sorry. I hope you find him, even though I think you deserve better.
Y: Aww, well thank you Steven. Have a good one.
S: You too. Bye!

She says bye and we hang up. She seemed like a sweet girl. Hope she finds that Marc.

Your P.O.V.

*The next day*

I'm on my way back to my apartment from the flower shop, carrying a basket when suddenly...

Y: Oomf!

I collide with someone and we both fall. I quickly sit up.

Y: oh my god! I'm so sorry! Are you-... Marc?!
S: (y/n)??
Y: Ughhh Marc, really? I know it's you! Why are you still taking like that?
S: (y/n),really. I am not this Marc person you are talking about.
Y: really? Then why do you look like him? Why do you have his phone? Hmm?
S: I couldn't tell ya.

?: Steven! Let me have the body! Please! Let me talk to her! I'm Marc!

What?! Why are you in my head? Wait, I've gone mad! I'm just hearing things!

M: Steven, look at the window behind you!

I turn around and see my reflection, only to notice it's not following me, and it looks more serious.

M: Steven please, she wants to talk to me! Please.

Your P.O.V.

"Steven" and I are both standing now but he seems to be distracted by something.

Y: Steven? What's wrong? You okay? Did you hit your head?

I watch as his head tilts back a bit and then it drops back down again. He then turns quickly towards me and I can tell it's Marc now.

Y: Marc? What the fuck is going on here? What is wrong with you??
M: Look, Steven is apart of me. Always has been. I was always in control but then around the time I disappeared, Steven was suddenly in control. I don't know why.
Y: So what. You guys share a body?
M: well, yeah.
Y: god, this is insane Marc. First you disappear and now you tell me this? What else are you hiding? Huh?
M: Nothing, I promise. I think we should talk more though. We could go back to your apartment?
Y: fine. Let's go.

I grab the basket of flowers I dropped and we made our way to my apartment, where we talked about everything. From Steven, to him being a mercenary. It was hard to listen to what he did and what he's gone through but it was just nice to have him back. Along with Steven. Steven is such a gentleman.

I could get used to this.

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A/N: sorry if this seemed kinda bad and rushed towards the end. But I hope you guys still enjoy it. Thank you.