Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader
Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.
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"The wedding is in five months, sir. The venue hasn't been chosen yet."
The older man, oozing authority, leaned forward in his seat, "And how is the bouquet for the lovely bride to be going?"
"It's almost ready sir."
"Perfect."
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Marc woke up in a confused haze. He knew the bed he was in wasn't his. It was too soft.
He slowly sat up, looking around the room. Ah. He's at your place. He's trying to remember how he got here and then...Steven.
He's mentally cursing his alter for putting them in this position, but you didn't seem to bothered by it. He was a bit surprised you let him stay, but he supposes you and he really need to start getting used to this, sleeping around each other or just being with each other in general.
He slides out of bed and stretches himself out. He groans, not liking how stiff his body has been feeling lately.
He then walks out of your bedroom and peering around. He spots a lump on the couch and quietly approaches you. He softly smiles as you let out a snore.
He turns to the open laptop on the coffee table. You were looking at wedding dresses and venues.
At least your father was nice enough to let you pick your own dress and venue.
Marc shuts your laptop and pulls the blanket up more so you're warm.
We should make her breakfast, Steven suggests and Marc agrees. So while you were away in dream land, Marc got started on breakfast for you.
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You're not sure what time it is when you wake up, but you smell remnants of something cooking.
You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you call out, "Marc?" you wait a few seconds, then, "Steven?" Nothing.
"Hm," you stand with a stretch and spot plates laid out on your island counter. The closer you got you see an array of breakfast foods and a note beside it.
Thanks for letting me stay. Made you breakfast. Hopefully it's not too cold when you wake up. Coffee is already made too.
Enjoy,
Marc
You sit at the counter and take a picture of the food, sending a text to Marc,
You: you didn't have to do this. but thanks!
Marc: Hope you like everything.
You: all very good!
Marc: Good. Also, did you want to look at wedding venues soon? I saw you were looking at some online.
You: If you have the time, that'd be great.
Marc: I'll make the time for you, sunshine.
Oh. Oh no. What's that feeling? You're-You're feeling giddy? You're smiling?! Oh jeez, yeah. This is a lot worse than you thought...
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After doing some work things, you went over to your father's where he and Marc were in, what seemed, to be a serious conversation.
"...I interrupted something, didn't I?"
Your father sighs, leaning back into his chair, "Yes, but it's fine." You see the dark circles under this eyes and how uneasy he looks.
"What is it? What's going on?" your eyes dart to Marc and then your father, "Is there something I should know?"
"Yes."
"No."
Marc clenches his jaw and glares at your father. You can tell he's currently frustrated with him.
"We're handling it. That's all you need to know," your father says with a warning look to Marc.
"Okay..well..can I steal Marc for the rest of the day to look at wedding venues?"
"Sure, sunshine," he gives a small smile to you then a hard look at Marc, "Not a word."
"Fine," Marc says through gritted teeth and places his hand on the small of your back, leading you out of the office.
"So-"
"Can't talk about it."
"Oh come on!" you give a little pout as you and he make your way outside to your car.
"I still work under your father, so I gotta listen to what he says," he holds out his hand and you look at him confused.
"What?"
"Keys."
"I'm driving."
"No, you're not."
You snort, "Why not?"
"You're a crappy driver."
"I am no-hey!"
Marc grabs your purse, already digging in it for your keys. He holds them up with a jingle, grinning at you, "Beat ya to it." He's smirking as he opens the passenger side door for you and as you're getting in, you mutter to him, "Asshole."
He snorts, closing the door behind you and gets into the driver's side.
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"Woah." Marc's brows are raised in awe as he looks at the garden before him.
"It's so beautiful," you say wistfully. You turn to Marc, "What do you think?"
"I mean, it's beautiful."
"But?"
He shrugs, "Does it really matter?"
You roll your eyes, "Marc, come on. We're both getting married. You have a say in this too."
"I just don't see myself getting married here," he responds with a shrug.
You nod, "Okay. We'll check another place out."
On the way to the next place, you're scrolling through your phone, mumbling to yourself, and writing some places down onto a notebook you keep on you.
Marc keeps glancing your way, as you're crossing places off your list of potential venues. He's chuckling to himself when you look up.
"What?"
"Nothing...you're cute when you're concentrated."
"Thanks," you mumble, feeling your cheeks warm up. You clear your throat and turn your body more towards him, "So I crossed off all the gardens on the list of potential venues-"
"You didn't have to do that."
You shrug, "Well, you didn't see yourself getting married in a garden so I crossed all of them out. Anyway, do you see yourself getting married outside at all?"
"Yeah, I can."
"Beach?"
"Nah. Sand is messy."
"What about your alters?" you ask curiously.
Marc's brows furrow, "What about 'em?"
"Do they have an opinion on where we get married?"
He shrugs, "They don't really care much. They're leaving it mostly up to you."
You nod, looking back at your list and crossing off some places off, "Okay. There's some places that have these temple structures. There's one with a man made lake too, that seems really pretty."
"We can check it out," he reaches over and places a hand on your thigh, "Whatever you want, sunshine." He glances to you, a small smile on his face and you're smiling back.
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