Imagine if Y/n bought Marc a Teddy to sleep with?
an: Omg can you imagine though? Like I can absolutely picture Steven accepting a Teddy from you, but Marc? I just had to write a little drabble :)
When Marc confided in you about his night terrors - a common trait shared by both him and Steven - you were unsettled to say the least. Marc was the tough one. Though anger often seeped through the cracks of his well-composed façade, he rarely conveyed the struggles which plagued his troubled mind. It was disconcerting to know the nights he spent without you in his arms were restless, daunting.
Perhaps it was the feeling of helplessness when you considered Marc's circumstances that spurred you to purchase the Teddy.
It was light yellow, made to look more like a little dog with a white stripe down its snout- reminiscent of the one Steven told you he'd cherished growing up. It was adorable. And while you were certain Steven would appreciate the sentiment, you worried Marc would find it absurd.
Not wanting Marc to think you were still dwelling on his turmoil, you had presented the teddy as somewhat of a joke.
"You know, I thought you could use a partner for your little escapades," you teased, presenting him with the teddy. You chose not to mention its connection to his past, considering his recollection of childhood was not as stellar as Steven's. "You know, someone to keep you warm at night when I can't."
A familiar, somber look passed over his face. For a moment, you feared the gift had provoked some horrible memory. Before you could snatch the gift from his hand and apologize profusely, a soft chuckle escaped from his lips.
"I mean, you could have just gotten me a sex doll if you're worried about me staying warm on my lonesome." You punched his shoulder, uttering a 'ew, mark!' before being swept into his arms. The teddy was forgotten on the flat's floor as Marc carried you to the bedroom.
It wasn't until several weeks later, after Marc returned from a particularly brutal mission, that you praised your purchase of the little stuffed dog.
Marc had texted you that he was home safe - a sign that he was utterly exhausted. Usually, he would already be at your apartment, pinning you against your worn mattress to release the remaining pent up adrenaline. Allowing him to rest, you elected to go to his flat, deciding would make him a home cooked meal while he slept.
As soon as you entered his humble abode, you could barely contain your surprised gasp. There, curled up on the couch with the little dog nestled between his arms, was Marc.
You tried to contain your laughter, truly you did. But the giggles bubbled out of you before you could register their intensity in the otherwise silent space. Marc's eyes fluttered open, scrambling from his position to stand alert, one hand still holding onto the teddy as if to throw it at you.
"Jesus, Y/n," he bellowed, dropping the teddy to his side. "You scared the shit out of me."
"Yeah, I see you pulled out the big guns to fight the possible intruder." You pointed to the dog, noting his sheepish expression.
"No, no no, listen," he shook his head rapidly, throwing the stuffed dog onto the couch as if it were toxic. "Steven fell asleep with that, alright? And it was the closest thing to me. And I woke up out of a dead sleep. Not exactly a great combo."
"Uh-huh, sure, Marc," you teased, watching his eyes roll at your condescending tone. "I definitely believe you. Scout's honor."
"Oh, that's it. C'mere!" He jolted toward you, stalking after you as you raced away from his grip.
"See, told you the teddy was better than the sex doll," you shouted, furiously laughing as he chased you around the flat.
