Fishies
Steven was doing job searches left and right, luckily he had time to crunch between his obsession with Ancient history and crime fighting, he found a job to be a history teacher at a school which required for it to be full time of 6 hours. Hunching over the small, old computer that wasn’t even seen since the 1980’s. It was cold with heavy snow pouring, the thick sweaters and pants couldn’t help with the cold. He pulled out a small mirror to discuss the job with the cold alter “I don’t know Steven, I don’t think they’ll pay fully if we disappear for a month” point taken but it would help kids to understand Ancient history more “I think it’s nice to learn with the kids Marc, there might be things I didn’t know, help the children when they need it, and it might help my social skills a bit yeah?”
“Steven buddy… You needed help with that long, long ago, it’s a shocker of how you pulled y/n…”
“I guess I’m that charming, and with the help of this thing called YouTube, a while back, I was able to look so sharp on that date… I missed” Steven said proudly till the mention of the missed out date. Marc lets out a small laugh then moved his head to the screen and look for himself “Hey look Director Inspector— or how however you say it but it seems pretty nice and seems…” Marc in the reflection leans it “and pretty pay too” Steven had his reading glasses, that made him look like a mother trying to read their child’s phone, a smile spreads on his soft face, it made enough pay, enough to keep him up float, Steven applied to the position and as well as many other backup jobs. It was the week of new years, Layla was off to spend time with her grandmother and it was just you.
It’s been nothing but hell through december and the months after, you had to call in to two week notice before december started. Donna had burst your bubble for unpaid overtime, the small checks that barely pay for your place, the bitching, her constant chewing with her mouth open like a damn cow, unfair treatment along with other employees that never spoke up till you did.
Marc had become distant again after that drunk New Years party you had with him, dry texts and even when you asked Steven, very vague texts that were better than what Marc can do. Something wasn’t right with these two (ofc).
With the moon duo, one wanted to stay home and leave you out the crime life as he had always planned but Steven wanted to spend time outside, sure keeping the streets clean of crime but they always had time to do something, instead of training and hiding, he wanted to go on a small dated with you, catch up without giving vague and dry texts.
Marc eats at the wooden counter with the phone buzzing, it lights as he picks it up
>”Wanna come and stay over for the night?”
“Sure.”<
>”Cool! Come till noon”
“K.”<
If you wanted to choke him through the screen, you could.
Steven popped into the body to look at the exchanged texts, all to not be shocked “where do you think we should take her? Should we take her to a park, oh oh! How about we take her to go see a concert she might like, I think that's nice but a Zoo or an aquarium” Marc stays quiet, thinking then talking in the reflection of the counter “Nah, she’ll like that fancy restaurant around the corner”
“I’ve known her longer than Marc, I know what the lady is like, you saw her once and you already like her” They continued to bicker at each other and go at each other's throat till Marc took over the body and started to get ready.
Marc and Steven agreed, finally some company. You get everything ready, you make the bed, you make huge meals in case they get really hungry. You wore a thick tank-top with an overly sized zip up and tucked in gray sweat-pants. Your hands are shaking and raining in sweat that you desperately try to wipe off.
The two guys were walking, getting closer. Marc had a place in mind you would’ve loved or enjoyed, a zoo and aquarium, your favorite artist [/band] coming to the UK, or just a walk to the mall but stole them from Steven, so go off that. A knock is at your door then your phone shakes from a message that they were here.
You open the door to be greeted with Marc “Hey y/n” He pulls you into a hug that warms you, the scent of cheap cologne with the sweet coffee warps your brain till he breaks the hug. Your breathing was heavy every time you were close or even thought of them. You close the door behind you, he follows you around your apartment, showing him the bathroom if he ever needed it.
You both sat across the sofa having your talks with plates filled with food in your hands, Marc wore a white button up that traced every muscle he worked years for, brown pants with overalls, and his hair slit back. you ate till the plate was empty and to gawk over him. You wondered why he was dressed all nice and fancy as you felt underdressed “You’re looking fresh today” you smiled sweetly then took your plate at the table when you stood up, Marc gave you his plate but started till you disappeared from his view “What's the occasion?” the question that popped him back from his trance holding your arm before you got farther from him.
“Oh right, me and Steven thought it would be nice to take you out” he lets go, you walk. Marc imagens the figure you hide from him… Ahh!! What the hell?! “And I thought it would be nice to y’know… take you to an exhibit” but he couldn’t see your face, to see your smile grow and at least.. Hug him again. You walk, coming back all giggly and Marc laughed to play along “what's the joke? I didn’t hear anything” He sat up correctly when you sat close this time “Don’t you think you’re overdressed for an exhibit Marc?”
“Nope, I just want to look my best can I not?”
You nod “You can, I’ll look my best too Marc” You let go of your zip up and lay it on the arm of the couch, Marc saw and was in awe. Seeing a goddess stand in front of him, you stood and went, it was him and the sweater, a door closed. Marc also gawked at your hoodie, he leaned as a smell drove him closer for a reason, a strange one at best. But one thing stuck to his gut, it wasn’t easy to sit on, maybe he was paranoid (again) he needed to be taken off his mind.