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Two sides of the same coin [M.S & S.G]

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Pairings: Marc Spector (with a hint of Steven) x gn!reader

Words: 1.8k

Summary: What was supposed to be a quiet evening in bed turns tense when Marc pushes you to open up about your thoughts

Warnings: Slightly insecure reader, crying, soft Marc, fluff. As always lmk if I missed anything

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Late evenings were your favourite; it was wonderful to be able to find comfort no matter the season. In the winter you could look out at the cold snowy roads in the comfort of your bed, wrapped up in a big blanket; and now - in the early stages of summer - you could watch the sun set slowly behind the buildings, still somehow wrapped up in your blanket - or actually Steven and Marc’s blanket. Late evenings were also the time you could lay in each other’s company in complete silence - alone together. You had told Steven early on in your relationship that being able to be with a person and do your own thing was something you strived for and of course he couldn’t have agreed more. 

Luckily for you, it seemed as if Marc was very on board for that particular agreement, which is how you ended up in bed glancing from your book to his face every few seconds - even at times just abandoning the words on the page as they blended together in favour of looking at the beauty that was Marc Spector in his most relaxed of states. 

Just as you thought the evening couldn’t be anything but peaceful a small annoying voice in the back of your mind crawled through your head only to get louder by the second. It was the same voice that seemed to manifest its way into your brain whenever you spent time with Marc; it wasn’t as if you didn’t enjoy his company - you most certainly did - it was the thought that he didn’t enjoy yours that filled and overtook the entirety of your thoughts. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Marc chuckled lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts as he moved closer to you on the bed. 

Quickly diverting your eyes your focus fell back on your book as your shoulders drew up in a dismissive shrug. 

“No reason… just thinking,” you murmured with a smile, hoping he would let it go and not question you further. 

Your wish however wasn’t a success. The book in your hand was slowly removed and placed on the other side of Marc and his body was now completely against yours. With a gentle grip, he diverted your eyes to his, giving you a soft smile. Marc’s gaze was gentle - never as gentle as Steven’s - but gentle in his own way. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” he pressed lightly, his thumb smoothing over your jaw as he kept you in place. 

You nibbled lightly on your bottom lip - a stupid habit you had picked up from living with Steven for too long - your fingers fiddled in your lap as you thought of what to say. You were sure Marc could see the thoughts scramble around behind your eyes, but he sat patiently and waited for whatever you had to say. 

“It’s nothing really… silly stuff,” you smiled, laying a hand on top of his on your face. 

Marc hummed thoughtfully, “I would’ve believed that if it hadn’t taken you almost a whole minute to think of an answer.” 

“Well it is silly,” you argued, voice drawing on a whine. 

“If it’s so silly, why won’t you tell me?” Marc chuckled, grasping your hands and holding them in your lap, starting to grow a little concerned when you kept redirecting the question. He threw a small glance towards the mirror where an equally concerned Steven stared back. 

You noticed the glance, even though you pretended that you didn’t. Now Steven would be concerned as well… great. 

“I don’t know if it’s really haha silly… more like I’m being really stupid silly,” you murmured, your palms feeling sweaty in Marc’s grasp. 

“Okay, baby, you’re scaring me now. Please, just tell me… I promise it’s not stupid,” Marc tried, brows furrowing and creating a crease between them - one you so desperately wanted to smooth over with your thumb. 

You swallowed down the huge lump that had suddenly caught in your throat, feeling the heat rise on your body. It was stupid - you knew that - just a stupid insecure thought that you had let fill your head. And even though you had tried to bury those feelings you couldn’t help the way they always seemed to show up whenever Marc was out. 

“I- I… you know… well, I’ve just been thinking,” you stuttered out with a nervous laugh. 

“Hey hey, baby, breathe,” Marc cooed gently, squeezing your hands in his larger ones. 

A deep gulp of air filled your lungs, doing little to calm the anxiety that had settled in your stomach. 

“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t mean it… but you know I love you, right… I would always pick you and Steven?” 

Marc nodded slowly, bringing your knuckle up to his lips quickly to place a kiss on the soft skin before letting you continue. 

“I just can’t help but- but sometimes think that if Steven hadn’t chosen me that y-you wouldn’t have. I just hate to think that you’re stuck with me if you… you don’t want to be,” you mumbled out in a rush, feeling the quickly building sting of tears in your eyes. Prying one hand out of his grasp you fist at your eyes, “sorry, I told you it was silly.” 

Marc looks completely stunned, a flash of hurt passing over his features, but he was quick to hide it when he zeroed in on the tear that slid down the apple of your cheek. He felt guilty in a sense - guilty that he in any way made you feel like he didn’t want you as much as Steven or that he was just stuck with you - because that was furthest from the truth. 

If he was being honest, then yes he was confused and a little weirded out the first time he took over the body only to find out Steven - somehow - had managed to get a partner; not only get a partner but successfully keep a partner as wonderful, caring and understanding as you. Yes, you were awkward and a little weird at times, but Marc found it quite endearing… you were just so unapologetically you. 

And most important of all you loved him - you loved him even though you didn’t have to; you stayed with them both even though Steven was the one you had originally met. So, to hear you air out the same insecurities that lay within Marc was a complete shock. 

“You really think that?” Marc softly spoke - voice so low it was dawning on a whisper. 

Your shoulders lifted into a shrug as you sniffled, “I wouldn’t blame you if you felt that way… I mean, you just woke up one day and suddenly had a partner that you had absolutely no say in choosing,” you tried to cover the pain in your voice with a shaky laugh, “you and Steven are so different in so many ways.” 

Marc’s hands were gentle - tentative- as he pulled you in between his legs and hugged you tightly to his chest, “hey you listen to me; yeah, I won’t lie to you, it was surprising waking up to find a sweet little thing such as yourself prancing around in our kitchen in only my shirt…” 

Your face heated, warmth spreading throughout your body at the memory of the day you met Marc. 

“… but even though I was surprised and confused I couldn’t be more grateful that Steven somehow managed to convince you to date him. And I’m even more grateful that somehow I convinced you to date me too.” 

You lifted your hand to his cheek, feeling the stubble under your fingers, “you didn’t have to convince me of anything and neither did Steven,” you whispered. 

“No matter the reason, you still chose to stay, my precious understanding baby, and I thank my lucky stars for that,” Marc chuckled, pressing his forehead against yours.

A soft smile lit up your face, your eyes falling closed at the gentle touch of his hands along your back, his fingers scratching and caressing your hip. You loved Marc like this - so gentle and careful with you - letting himself be vulnerable; you’re sure you have Steven to thank for that with the way he always pesters Marc to be more open with you. 

“I’m sorry for overthinking… I just get in my own head,” you whispered, leaning your head on his shoulder to snuggle into the crook of his neck breathing in the familiar comforting scent of the men you love. 

“Don’t apologize, I mean it. I’m sorry for not making it clear enough that…,” Marc began his voice lowering to a whisper, “- I’m head over heels in love with you.” 

Heat spread across your face and neck as the sweet words flowed down to warm your heart, making the organ thump more vigorously. Marc’s breath was warm on your face, his lips lingering on your cheek, brushing softly against the skin. 

“I love you too,” you sighed contently, letting your eyes drift shut, soaking up the affectionate pecks that Marc left for you. 

Only a minute of peace passed between you before Marc’s chest shook with a chuckle and a scoff. 

“Steven’s jealous,” he whispered to you as if Steven couldn’t still hear him. You giggled at that reaching up to stroke his cheek gently. 

“I can take care of that.” 

Marc hummed, leaving one last peck on your cheek before his eye twitched and a different kind of softness spread through them - undoubtedly Steven. No matter how long you had known them it never failed to surprise you just how obvious the change was; even the smallest things were clear giveaways to who was fronting - just in how they carried themselves and most obvious of all the accents, of course. 

“Hi, Stevie,” you whispered with a grin, keeping your head on his shoulder as you had with Marc, blinking up at him with a lovesick look in your eyes. 

“Hiya, darling,” Steven matched your tone with a shy smile, “just wanted a cuddle as well.” 

Wiggling impossibly closer to him, you basked in the warmth he produced and exhaled contently, “I think I can manage that.” 

Steven tightened his hold on you, his fingers gliding up and down your arm holding you with such care you couldn’t help but feel like the most important person in the world. The steady hum of his voice was enough to put your mind and body at ease, letting his warmth engulf you and lull you to a state of pure bliss - teetering on the edge of sleep. 

“I’m glad you and Marc got everything sorted,” Steven spoke softly in between his humming. 

A tired hum of acknowledgement and a low ‘me too’ was quite frankly all you could manage in your dreamlike state, but Steven didn’t seem to mind; a small gentle smile spread on his face as he looked upon your shut eyes and your peaceful face. 

“I love you, darling,” was the last thing you heard before sleep finally dragged you under.

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