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A Baker's Dozen - Seven

Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stand alone short stories, all set in the same bakery.

Hello!

Javi P got a lot of attention last week, both his visit to the bakery and for the many Pickled Peña fics he starred in. Thank you so much for all the lovely comments! It really means more than you probably reaslise! It's been a rough week and I feel lucky to have found a great community here and to have found so much fun and enjoyment in writing to keep my mind off things.

This week's Pedro boy is dedicated to my lovely friend @secretelephanttattoo who is not only an amazing writer, but also one of the best people I've meet on Tumblr. Love you ❤

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Working in a bakery almost every day means you pick up on people’s habits, whether they come into the shop or not. You know the bookshop owner across the streets always arrives ten minutes late on Tuesdays. The bodega owner next to your bakery always picks up his dry cleaning on Fridays and the dry cleaning lady always throws out her trash on Thursday evening. And you know that the cute guy with a dimpled smile always walks past your shop at about eight forty-five every weekday morning.

He hasn’t always walked past, it started just a few weeks ago, but now it’s routine. You’d first noticed him when he stumbled over something on the sidewalk, smacking his hand against your window to keep his balance, and making you jump. He’d given you an apologetic smile, that’s how you know he’s got a deep dimple on his left cheek. And a really, really, great smile.

The next morning you noticed him again as he glanced in through the window and smiled, a quick wave as he hurried down the street. And the same thing the next morning and then it was a routine. Around eight forty-five, between customers, you’d keep glancing over at the window until you see him walk past in his well fitted business suit, always a tie flapping in the breeze. He has a routine with those too you notice; a blue tartan pattern on Mondays, slate gray on Tuesdays, navy blue with white dots on Wednesday and the then tartan one again on Thursdays before he ditches the ties on Fridays. You wouldn’t go as far as saying that seeing him is the highlight of your day, but when one day he doesn’t pass by, you notice. And when the rest of the week passes and he doesn’t show up at all, you feel a little bit sad, even though you never even spoke with him.

Monday morning, eight thirty, and you’re working your way through the morning rush, serving coffee and selling croissants and cinnamon rolls, he suddenly appears again. But this time he’s in front of your counter, holding on to a credit card as he smiles down at you.

“Hi,” he says, the dimple deep in his cheek, “I thought it was about time I stopped by and said hello properly.”

“Hi,” you say, a little breathless, he’s even cuter, and handsome, up close, and you’re suddenly very aware of your shiny face, straggly hair and stained apron.

“I’m Marcus, Marcus Pike,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’m the creepy guy who slams into your window and never comes inside.”

“Hi Marcus,” you reply, taking his hand, hoping yours isn’t too sweaty and clammy, “I’m the creepy baker who stares at you every morning.”

He laughs at that, a warm sound that makes your spine tingle as his eyes crinkle at the corners, a wide smile making another dimple pop on his cheek.

“I guess we need to be less creepy then,” he chuckles, “maybe I can start by buying a coffee like a normal customer?”

“That sounds like a good start,” you smile back at him, “what would you like?”

“A cappuccino, please,” he glances up at the coffee menu behind you.

“Coming right up, anything else?” You motion at the fresh croissants and pain au chocolat piled up on the counter and he looks at them with longing.

“I would love too, really…but my job, we’ve got this fitness test thing in a few weeks and I’ve got to be in shape for that. That’s why I started walking to work, instead of taking the metro.”

“Come back when the test is done then, if you pass, it’ll be on the house,” you wink at him over your shoulder as you start preparing his cappuccino.

“Now there’s the motivation I need,” Marcus laughs, stepping back and glancing over the selection inside the display cases, “But you don’t have my favorite I think.”

“No? What’s your favorite then?” you ask, “No, wait, don’t tell me, let me guess.”

“Ok,” Marucs smiles as you hand him the cappuccino in a takeaway cup,” what’s my favorite?”

You look him up and down, and he grins and takes a step back so that you can see all of him, holding out his arms and giving you a little spin.

“Hmm…business suit, always a tie, well polished shoes and a job that requires fitness tests…” you hum, enjoying the chance he’s given you at properly taking him in. His suit stretches almost tight over his broad shoulders, hugging his biceps, and when he holds out his arms, the shirt underneath hangs on for dear life. The suit jacket lifts up over his butt as he turns and you’re given the privilege of eyeing it for the first time. It’s just as cute as the rest of him and you have to mentally chastise yourself for ogling.

“What’s your guess?” he smiles, coming to a stop in front of you again.

“Carrot cake, but you wipe off the frosting to stay healthy,” you say and he manages to look both cute, amused and offended at the same time.

“No way, I would never sacrifice the frosting!” he says, pretending to be insulted as he grins, “but nice try, I really like carrot cake, but it’s not my favorite.”

“Hmm…maybe-”

“No,” he interrupts you with a wave of his hand, “you get only one guess per day, you can guess again tomorrow.” He gives you a warm smile and as he taps his credit card to pay for the coffee.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, keep guessing,” he says, stepping aside to let the man who’s just stepped into the shop approach the counter. With a final wave he disappears out through the door.

The next morning he turns up again, as the morning rush dies down, and orders another cappuccino.

“Canéles,” you say, pointing at him. “Fancy, French, just the thing a guy in a smart, well tailored suit would like.”

Marcus grins and shakes his head, “I don’t even know what they are, but keep guessing!”

“Give me more clues then!” you protest as he takes a sip of the coffee you just handed him.

“Hmm…I used to play bass in a band in college,” he says and you raise your eyebrows. He does not look like a bass player, or any kind of band member for that matter.

“Special brownies?” you ask with a wink and Marcus almost spits out his coffee.

“Definitely not,” he splutters, chuckling as he wipes his chin, “and you only get one guess per day.”

“Says who?” you ask, but you already know the answer, Marcus’s grin tells you.

“I do, my game, my rules,” he gives you a wink and heads for the door, “see you tomorrow!”

Wednesday he comes in a little bit earlier and hands you a travel mug.

“This looks brand new,” you say and he nods.

“Decided I should save on the environment, and your takeaway mugs,” he smiles, leaning on the counter while you start preparing his coffee, “What’s your guess today then?”

“Cinnabons,” you say, glancing over your shoulder, feeling butterflies erupt in your belly when his face splits into a wide grin. But he shakes his head and you give him a mock scowl.

“You’re impossible to guess!”

“Keep trying, gives me a reason to come in every morning,” he replies, “Not that I need a reason though,” he adds, a pink flush suddenly creeping up from beneath his shirt collar as he gives you an uncharacteristically shy smile.

“I’ll keep trying if you promise to keep coming in,” you smile back at him, you can feel heat creeping up your own cheeks as you hand him his travel mug. And of course his fingers touch yours, just a light brush, but enough for both of you to glance down at your hands. You jump a little as his breath catches and when you look up at him again, his lips are parted and you see the tip of his tongue peak out, just for a split second, before he composes himself.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he smiles, “thanks for the coffee again.”

Thursday he’s a little bit late, and he hurries through the door with his tie hanging around his neck, untied.

“Sorry, I worked late last night and slept through my alarm this morning,” he huffs as he reaches the counter.

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” you smile, “I only sell you your coffee,” you hand him the cappuccino you’ve already made him and he gives you a grateful look, “and let me fix your tie while you caffeinate yourself.”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he sighs and takes a long sip of the coffee as you walk around the counter and stand in front of him. You look up at him, taking hold of each end of his tie, and you suddenly realize you’ve never been this close to him before. There’s always been a counter between the two of you. Now he’s standing barely a foot away and you can smell his aftershave, warm and woody, as you adjust the tie.

“Over…under…over again…” you mumble to yourself, trying to remember what your dad taught you, “up through the neck and down…there, got it,” you say, gently tightening the tie up against the collar as Marcus lifts his chin up, “but you might want to adjust it.”

“No, it feels perfect,” he says, giving you a warm smile, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile back at him, tilting your head up a little to be able to meet his eyes now that he’s standing so close. You should really move back but he smells good and his eyes are so soft looking, the way he just smiles at you.

“What’s your guess?” he asks, smoothing his hand down over his tie as you drop yours to the side.

“What?” you mumble, slightly distracted by how his throat bobs just over the knot in the tie where your hands just where.

“What’s your guess for my favorite baked thing?” Marcus says again and you blink, catching on.

“Oh, of course! Uhmm…brownies? But real brownies, gooey in the middle and crunchy corners?”

“Oh….that is definitely high up on my list, but not my absolute favorite, you’re getting close though,” he grins at you, putting down his coffee mug on the counter.

“I’ve got to run, but….are you free tomorrow, after work?” he asks, his eyebrows knotting together as he waits for your answer.

“Yeah, I’m free,” you say, you can’t stop the smile breaking out on your face at the question and he smiles back at you.

“If you want, I’d really like to have dinner with you, maybe we can both drink something this time?”

“That sounds nice, I’d like that, Marcus,” you reply, butterflies multiplying in your belly as he gently puts his hand on your arm, “and I’ll definitely figure out what your favorite is by then.”

“It’s a date then,” he grins, “you supply my favorite and I’ll sort the rest, I’ll come by at closing, ok?”

You nod and before you know it, he’s leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

Friday morning Marcus stops by and buys his, by now, regular coffee, “So what’s my favorite?” he asks with a cheeky grin and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Not telling you,” you smirk at him, “I’ll serve it tonight, I’m pretty sure I’ve got it figured out now.”

“I can’t wait,” he chuckles, winking at you before he grabs his travel mug and hurries off to work.

Your day drags on and your nerves tingle every time you glance up at the clock at the wall. When the shop quietens down after lunch you prepare what you hope is Marcus’s favorite dessert, putting it in the fridge for baking later.

Just a few minutes before the clock hits closing time you hear the jingle of the doorbell and look up to see Marcus step through it. He’s changed out of his usual business suit and is wearing a leather jacket over a gray t-shirt and jeans, a bright smile as he gives you a wave. You ring up your final customer, bidding them a nice weekend as Marcus lingers to the side, and then you get a chance to say hello to him as you go to lock the door and flip the sign.

“Hi Marcus,” you smile at him as he steps forward.

“Hi,” he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek, leaving the spot tingling and your skin warm. When he straightens up he smiles at you, his eyes soft and crinkling at the corners, “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a slightly unusual plan,” he says, pointing to the duffel bag he’s got hanging from his shoulder, “Dinner’s on me, but in your kitchen.”

“You’re cooking for me?” you ask and he nods.

“Seems only fair, you’re making dessert, so I do the rest….well…” he gives a little embarrassed shrug, “with a little bit of help from my favorite restaurant.”

“Sounds like a nice plan,” you say, putting your hand on his arm and his smile brightens again, “come, let me show you the kitchen then.”

You lead him past the counter and into the back room, the kitchen clean and ready for tomorrow, except the dessert for Marcus. “What do you need?” you ask, “Help yourself to anything.”

“First of all, I need you to sit down,” he says with a smile, looking around the kitchen for a chair and spotting only the stool with wheels on, “Not many places to sit in here, huh?”

“When would I have time to just sit around?,” you laugh, taking your apron off and throwing it in the dirty laundry basket in the back room, “I usually just sit on the counter.” You heave yourself up onto the large workbench as Marcus starts unpacking his duffel bag. He’s hung his jacket on the hook by the door and now he’s crouched down, digging through the content at his feet. The gray t-shirt hugs his shoulders, stretching tight over his back and riding up, exposing a strip of bare skin just above his jeans. It’s so far from the man in the well fitted business suits you’ve been seeing every morning for the past few weeks, a much more relaxed Marcus.

“Do you wear the suits every day because your job requires you too?” you ask, taking the opportunity to stretch your tired back as you get settled on the counter, baking all day takes a toll on your body.

“Yeah, I don’t mind them but I prefer the days when I don’t have to wear them,” he answers, standing up and placing a stack of boxes next to you on the counter. “No peeking,” he says in a stern voice, smirking at you and you hold up your hands.

“I’m not touching anything,” you reply, “But I never asked what you work with?”

“I work at the FBI, with art theft,” he says and you widen your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re an FBI agent?”

“Yeah,” he furrows his brow as he looks over at you, “do you..is- is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all, I’ve just never met an FBI agent. It makes being a baker seem very tame is all.”

“Maybe tame is good sometimes,” he chuckles and looks around the kitchen and his brow furrows again, “Hhmm…hang on, I’ll be right back,” he says, grabbing the bag and going out into the shop again, “No peeking!”.

“What are you doing?” you call out to him as you hear tables and chairs being moved around.

“Nothing, just setting things up, just wait there,” he calls back and a few minutes later he comes back to the kitchen.

“Now, let’s get dinner ready,” he smiles, “Plates and a small saucepan?”

You direct him to them and soon he’s arranging food on two smaller plates.

“Miss,” he says, winking at you and holding out his arm, “Let me show you to your table.”

“How nice, please lead the way,” you smile at him and slip off the counter, taking his arm. He brings you out into the café part of the bakery and leads you to one of the small round tables by the window. He’s put a white table cloth on it and set two candles in the middle, another few candles arranged around the shop. The sun is setting outside and in the dim light of the shop the candles spread a golden glow, giving it an atmosphere you’ve never seen before.

“Marcus…this is lovely, I’ve never had my shop look so nice before,” you say, sitting down as he pulls out the chair for you, “It’s so…romantic,” you let it slip out without thinking but Marcus puffs up a little and beams down at you.

“I’m glad you like it, I really like your shop,” he smiles, “and I really like the shop owner, I wanted to make it special for you.”

“You might be my very favorite customer, Marcus,” you smile back up at him, your cheeks heating up and he grins.

“First course is coming right up,” he says with a smile and disappears into the kitchen.

“You should give food walking tours of the city,” you joke as Marcus smiles at you from across the table. “I’m so full but I still want to go and eat at all your favorite places right now.”

“I’d take them here first,” he says, “and make sure everyone knows where the best bakery in town is, but…” he leans forwards and grins at you, “Speaking of baking, I want to know if you’ve guessed my favorite dessert yet.”

You give him a soft laugh and mimic his movement, leaning forward to meet him across the table, “I think I might have, I just need to go and turn on the oven and then they’ll be ready in a few minutes. But I just realized, you never said what my reward would be for guessing correctly.”

Marcus hums, tapping his long fingers on his chin as he looks at you, a mischievous smile making the corner of his mouth curl up.

“I don’t think we agreed on anything, but if you go turn on the oven and I’ll come up with something good,” he says, his smile widening, making your skin heat up as his eyes seem to suggest something enticing.

Thank god for your industrial oven, it turns on and heats up to the right temperature in no time. While you pull out the dessert plates and take the ice cream out to soften, it hums to life and pings. The dessert goes in and you set a timer and go back out to Marcus, sitting down at the table again.

“It just needs a few minutes,” you tell him, “did you come up with a reward?”

“Yeah, I did, but what if you guess wrong?” he asks, “I need a reward too.”

“If I’m wrong…” you say, thinking out loud, “you tell me your favorite, and no matter what it is, I’ll make it for you.”

“That’s a nice idea,” Marcus smiles, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, the t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps, you swear you can hear a seam ripping behind him, “but I like my idea better.”

“What’s your idea then?” you ask, giving him a suspicious look, he’s got a very happy grin as he looks at you.

“If you guess wrong, I can take you on a second date,” he says and you laugh, that’s probably the easiest reward he could’ve asked for and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he sees your laughter.

“Hardly a difficult reward, Marcus,” you smile at him and he gives you a warm smile back, “But what if I guess right, what’s my reward then?”

“If you guess right, you get to take me on a second date,” he grins and you feel little happy bubbles in your chest as his soft eyes stay locked with yours, you can’t help but smile widely back at him.

“Deal, Marcus,” you say, holding out your hand to him. He leans forward and takes it, his large hand enveloping yours, thick fingers gently closing around yours as you both shake on it.

“I can smell chocolate,” he grins, glancing at the kitchen, “I think you’re on the right track.”

“I know you, Marcus,” you laugh, “all serious business suits on the outside, but a wild child on the inside, bass player and all.”

“Hardly the definition of a ‘wild child’,” Marcus chuckles, “now, if I’d been lead singer or lead guitar, then maybe.”

“Well, the dessert is only a little bit of a wild child, the defining factor is that at its heart, it’s very romantic, just like you.”

Marcus gives you a slightly embarrassed smile, “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“That you’re a romantic? Of course, but I like it,” you smile softly back at him, turning off the timer that’s just gone off, “Moment of truth. Did I guess right or not?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m getting a second date either way,” he says, winking at you as you stand up and head to the kitchen.

Pulling them out of the oven you quickly plate the dessert and scoop up the vanilla ice cream, finishing with a light dusting of cocoa. Your hip bumps open the door to the shop and Marcus watches you eagerly as you bring the plates over and set them down on the table.

“If this is what I think it is, you’ve got yourself a second date,” he jokes and grins up at you.

“That’s not helpful, Marcus,” you laugh, “either way, you’ve got yourself a second date.”

“I know, that’s the beauty of this deal,” he chuckles, picking up his dessert spoon and looking at you expectantly, “Can I guess?”

“Sure, go ahead,” you smile and he pokes the dessert lightly.

“Chocolate fondant?” he asks, looking up at you, raising his eyebrows, before he digs the spoon in and cuts it open. The soft chocolate cake exterior gives way to a thick river of chocolate that pours out of the interior of the little cake. Marcus giggles and scoops up a bite of both cake and sauce and puts the spoon in his mouth, humming at the flavor and closing his eyes. You watch with pride as he tips his head back and moans, the spoon still in his mouth as he sucks it clean.

“How did you know?” he asks, a bright smile on his face when he’s finally done with his first bite.

You shrug and smile back at him, “You’re not a health freak, you didn’t recognise the more complicated French pastry, you like gooey brownies and you’re a romantic. Chocolate fondant seemed like the obvious choice. Decadent, sweet and just the right amount of fancy,” you grin at him.

You take a spoonful from your own fondant and put it in your mouth, watching the chocolate flow out from the inside, just the right amount of undercooked to keep the inside flowing and warm. The chocolate flavor spreads across your tongue, paired with a hint of vanilla and salt, rich and warm and you let an involuntary moan escape. When you glance up you don’t miss the dark look Marcus gives you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as he takes another spoonful.

“You really guessed right, I love chocolate fondant, but I’ve never had one this good before,” he says, humming around the big piece in his mouth. “How come you don’t have them in the shop? Actually, don’t have them in the shop, I’d buy them all every week.”

You giggle at his blissed out face as he takes another big bite, dropping his head into the palm of his hand as he sucks the spoon clean, “It’s like hot chocolate, brownie and chocolate sauce all in one fluffy soft shell of cake.”

“I’m glad I guessed right, seeing your happy face makes me happy,” you smile at him and the tips of his ears go a pink in the dim light as he clears his throat and chuckles.

“Coming to your bakery makes me happy,” he smiles, scraping the last bit of fondant from the plate while he looks up at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners and it’s your time to feel the heat rise in your face, his grin widens as he sees you shift awkwardly in your chair and glance at him with a smile.

“Really, getting my morning coffee has become the highlight of my day,” Marcus says, “How sad isn’t that?”

“Not sad, you coming into the bakery every morning has been the highlight of my day,” you say, finishing off the fondant and putting the spoon down while Marcus watches you with a smile. He suddenly pushes his chair back and stands up, holding his hand out to you.

“Dance with me,” he says, the warmth of his hand spreading across your palm and down your arm as he pulls you to your feet.

“There’s no music, Marcus,” you laugh but he just grins and spins you around before catching you in his arms, one around your waist, the other still holding on to your hand as you put your own hand on his shoulder.

“Who cares about the music,” he says, gently swaying you back and forth while he gives you a soft smile, “it was just a clever ruse to get to hold you.” His hand on the small of your back is lightly stroking the fabric of your shirt and you’re very close to him, pressed up against his chest as he holds you near, moving slowly in a circle. You can smell his aftershave, mixed in with the dark chocolate of the dessert and without thinking, your hand slips into the soft looking curls at the back of his neck. Marcus tilts his head as your fingers play with the silky strands, letting go of your hand and moving it slowly to cup your face, his thumb stroking the soft skin on your cheek as he seems to inhale slightly and dip his head to yours.

His lips are just as soft as you’ve imagined them, warm, gentle, as he parts them and tastes you. His steady hand holds you close, the curve of his strong nose brushing up against your cheek as he angles his head to better kiss you. You feel your fingers gripping his hair, willing him to press you even closer to him. All of his warm, solid body is pressed up against yours, his hand at the small of your back sliding up to hold you closer to him, your own hand gripping his shoulder, steadying yourself as you feel like melting into his touch.

He’s still swaying the two of you gently, your lips moving slowly together, tasting the chocolate on each other's tongues. Heat is creeping through your body, wrapping around you, as you feel him tighten his hold on you, his breath skating over your lips as he exhales, a quiet groan leaving his throat.

“You taste so sweet, even sweeter than the dessert,” he mumbles, his mouth close to yours, “I never want to stop kissing you.”

You stand on your tiptoes to reach more of him, your hand around his neck, and part your lips for him, letting his tongue lick into your mouth with more fervor. He also tastes sweet and the way he pulls you closer as you steady yourself against his chest makes you moan under his increasingly heated kisses. He’s not swaying you anymore, instead he lets you melt into his body, his arm holding you up, as he bends his head, another groan slipping from him as he feels your tongue slip around his own.

Marcus’s kisses make you forget the time, where you are, and not until he pulls away with a sigh, do you open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes are dark, filled with lust, and it’s mirrored in the way his body feels against yours, his arousal a clear presence between you. And you can feel your own fill your core with heat, a slow shiver as you touch upon the thought of having him even closer.

Marcus keeps his eyes locked on you, his warm hand gently stroking your cheek as he seems to take a deep breath, composing himself. Your fingers are still toying with the impossibly soft curls at the back of his neck, letting them slip through your fingers, and you feel like you might drown in his dark brown eyes if he doesn’t release you soon.

“Is it too soon to ask for a second date tomorrow?” he whispers, his eyes dropping down to your lips again, and then back to your eyes as you shake your head.

“No, tomorrow sounds like a very good idea,” you mumble, slightly hazy from the way his hands never stop touching you, warming your body and sending shivers to your core.

“Ok,” he mumbles back, “can I kiss you again?”

“If you do, we might not get out of here tonight, Marcus,” you smile at him and he chuckles, nodding and pulling back a little.

“You’re very right, maybe it’s best to save more kisses for tomorrow.”

“I look forward to them though,” you say, letting your fingers slip from his hair and down over his shoulder, caressing his arm, his wrist, and finally his hand. He takes your hand then, enveloping it in his larger one, and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Tomorrow then,” he smiles.

Part Eight

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Champagne Problems

marcus baker x miller!female!reader (I just realized some of y’all may think this means that Zion’s your dad but it just means that Georgia’s your mom but you have a different dad)

flangst! ( if y’all can’t tell I really like flangst, haha)

word count: 7.1k

warnings!: mentions of pregnancy & abortion, cussing, toxic? relationship (on&off), mentions of food, anxiety, & panic attacks… i think that’s all 😅

includes: bestfriend!padma, younger!sister!ginny (15 years old), you and Marcus are 18, OC? (not really) Noah (Marcus's best friend that he lost to cancer, they never gave him a name in the show, so from now on I’ll probably just refer to him as Noah, it was the first name that came to mind)

ALSO: before reading, I just want to preface, that it is your body and your choice. 💞

unedited!

part 2 part 3

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You never thought you’d be stood here, however there you were. It was as if the box full of pregnancy tests was laughing at you. You had been practically been disintegrating it with your eyes. You’d had enough, you were just gonna do it.

As you waited for the three tests for three minutes, it was the longest three minutes of your life. You were filled with anxiety and intrusive thoughts that almost sent you spiraling.

Your breath trembled with unevenness, your timer causing you to jolt out of your stupor. You held your breath. This was it. These pink sticks would cruelly decide your fate.

You quickly glanced at the tests. All three tests were undoubtedly positive, each reading the word ‘positive’ on the little digital screen.

That one word ‘positive’ sent you panicking, gasping for air, as the word ran rampant in your head. Positive. They're positive.

You couldn’t even form the words in your brain, “I’m preg-“. It was as if even acknowledging the word in your mind would make what was already your reality true. That was something you didn’t want to accept.

Your legs gave out from under you, sending you crashing to the cold tile flooring. Goosebumps arose on your arms, unsure if they were caused by the frigid tile or the shock of the recent revelations.

Silent sobs fell from your lips. Tears tainted your cheeks, the pregnancy tests taunting you from the counter. You were so livid with yourself. How could you have let this happen? How could you have been so stupid!? How? Why?

Your mother had desperately tried to protect you from this; from the pain of becoming a teenage mother. You weren’t sure how you were gonna tell her, you knew it’d break her. Would she scream at you? Throw you out? Would she simply cry? And what about your siblings, how would they react?

And Marcus? You knew from the moment you read that word on the pregnancy test that he was the father of your unborn child. Would he even want to be in your child’s life? You knew what it was like to grow up with an absent father, and you would never want your child to have to go through that. To grow up wondering why all the other kids had dads and they didn’t.

Having to question why they were abandoned by him as you did.

Your hands formed tight fists, your nails imprinting crescent moons on the palms of your hands due to how hard you’d been clenching them.

You threw your head back, wanting to scream but you couldn’t. You didn’t want to alert anyone of what had happened while you were in the bathroom.

A knock on the door, caused your breath to hitch in your throat. “Y/n are you almost done? You’ve been in there for like 20 minutes now,” You heard your sister Ginny call from the opposite side of the door.

You cleared your throat, hands sweeping away the tears that had created streams down your face.

“Yeah, Ginny, I-I’ll be out soon.” You said trying to hide the emotion your voice held.

Ginny knew something was up, but she figured it had something to do with your on-again-off-again relationship with Marcus. She decided she would give you your space and check on you later. Sometimes she just wanted to quite literally slap some sense into you, scream at you to drop his ass. But she knew even that wouldn’t do anything.

Marcus had your heart in a cage. You loved him unequivocally. But she wasn’t sure he felt the same. When he wasn’t with you, and you guys were in the off stage, he was with some other girl.

Ginny loved you with all her heart, and she and everyone around you could clearly see you deserved and were worthy of much more than Marcus could offer you. Albeit, you were too blinded by that captivating, enamoring smile of his. It pulled you back into his arms every time. His brown eyes brought you crawling back to him each time you tried to escape them.

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You tried your best to mask your emotions, however, you were pregnant and even more hormonal. So to say you were hiding it well, well, it was contradictory, to say the least.

You hadn’t told a single soul. As the days passed you spent them kissing Marcus and doing a lot more, taking in all of him that you could, trying to memorize every part of him. This minute voice in the back of your mind told you once you told him, you would lose him. For good.

When you weren’t with Marcus you spent your nights hysterically crying in bed. Your hand clamped against your mouth in a feeble attempt to obscure your cries.

One night Ginny had heard you, coming into your room to find you on the verge of a panic attack. That was when she knew something was terribly wrong.

Your chest shook, heart, beating erratically. You shook your head wanting to wake up from this nightmare.

“Y/n/n, calm down, you’re okay, everything’s gonna be okay, alright?” Ginny attempted to calm you down.

You only shook your head, somehow your sobbing becoming even louder at her words. She pulled you into a tight embrace. Rocking you back and forth in an attempt to soothe you. Something you had done for her numerous times when she would have panic attacks.

You felt disgusted with yourself. You were her older sister. You were supposed to set a good example for her. You are the one whose supposed to comfort her, and be her shoulder to cry on, not the other way around.

Ginny couldn’t seem to calm you, no matter what she did. She wasn’t quite sure how your mother hadn’t woken up or Austin.

“Y/n/n, do you want me to call Marcus?” She asked you, she may not like him for you, but she knew he would somehow be able to instantly calm you down.

“No,” You cried sobbing harder, at the mention of his name.

“Okay, okay, I won’t call him,” She murmured.

She gently rubbed your back, continuing to rock the both of you back and forth. It took a while but you eventually calmed down. Ginny stayed with you that night and cuddled you to sleep not wanting to leave you alone. A tear escaped Ginny’s eye, she hated seeing you like this.

The following morning, Georgia burst into the room, searching for her youngest daughter. She found her in your bed, the two of you holding each other; it was something she hadn’t seen in a while and it piqued her curiosity. She could immediately tell something was up. Your eyes were swollen, cheeks splotchy, all pointing to one thing.

You had been crying. She had a feeling it had something to do with the boy that just seemed to keep on hurting you. Often times she thought it would be best if she poisoned his food or drink while he was over but she refrained from doing so for your sake because somehow you loved that boy. She knew what it was like to be so in love with someone that just seemingly couldn’t commit to you.

Marcus could hurt you so deeply, and send you on a rollercoaster of highs and lows. But the highs, God were they so good. You would be smiling for days, nothing able to tear you down except the only person who could paint that same smile on your face. She loved seeing you that happy, that was all she wanted for her kid's, unfaltering happiness.

Your mother let you and your siblings stay home that day. She woke you with your favorite breakfast and favorite drink paired with it.

“Thanks, mama.” You tried your hardest to bring a smile to your face, for her sake. But you couldn’t and it ended up being more of a grimace. Hiding this secret was taking a toll on you, it had been two weeks since you had found out the shocking news, that you were gonna be a mother in 9 months. Give or take. You were beginning to drown.

Ginny glanced at her mother, eyes full of worry.

“Anything for my girls,” She smiled at you.

“How about we have a girl's day, huh, how does that sound?” She inquired.

“I really appreciate you mom, but I kind of just want to stay home today if that’s alright?”

“Of course, babygirl.” She gave you a warm smile.

“You know, you can tell me anything, right, baby?” She pulled you into a hug. You fought back the tears that so desperately were trying to slip out. You nodded, not trusting your voice to respond.

“Alright, well, I’ll leave y’all be.” She trailed out, closing the door behind her.

You took a small bite of your breakfast, you were beyond starving.

“Y/n? What’s wrong, please talk to me,” Ginny murmured, hurt in her voice.

“I hate seeing you like this,” She whispered.

“It’s nothing Gin, alright, don’t worry about me. Okay, me and Marcus are just having a rough patch that’s all.” You lied to the girl, you just needed more time before you inevitably broke your family’s hearts.

“I know that’s not true Y/n/n,” she shook her head, “this is different.”

“Ginny, I promise you, I’m fine-“ as that last word fell from your lips, you felt an overwhelming rise of nausea fill you. You leaped up from your bed, sprinting to the bathroom. You practically vomited your intestines into the toilet.

You wiped your mouth with some toilet paper. You rinsed your mouth, followed by brushing your teeth along with some mouthwash to get rid of the horrid taste of bile.

As you turned to walk out, Ginny stood in the doorway, eyebrows scrunched together.

“Something in the food must’ve been bad or undercooked,” You explained.

“Mhm,” She nodded.

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You hadn’t talked to your best friend Padma, in a few days, like everyone else Padma knew you were acting odd, however, she had yet to voice her opinion. You knew being around Padma, would cause her to lure your secret out, and you couldn’t risk that. So, you had been hanging out with Marcus a lot more.

Albeit, it caused you to feel extremely guilty for keeping it from him. It had almost been a month that you’d been harboring this secret, and you knew you’d need to tell everyone soon. However, you decided to keep on basking in the bliss of ignoring your problems.

You had decided to go over to Marcus's house, you knew he was home seeing as you were neighbors, but he hadn’t been responding to your texts. You should’ve just given him the space he clearly wanted. You walked into the house, as if it were your own, seeing as you spent a lot of time there.

Max was nowhere to be found, so you signed hello to Ellen and Clint and made your way to Marcus’s room. You knocked on his door, before pushing it open. The boy barely glanced up at you, before returning to his sketchbook. “So, now you’re ignoring me?” You questioned him.

A sigh escaped his full lips at your remark. “Really, Marcus? You’re gonna do this again?” Shaking your head in annoyance. Your hormones were not about to put up with his shit.

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now, Y/n,”

“Well too bad, Marcus, because I’m here, and I want to talk about it. Right now. I seriously don’t feel like paying your games right now.”

He raised his eyebrows at your tone, never having heard you speak to him like that before. “I’m too tired for this, Y/n, just go.”

“No, Marcus, I’m not leaving until you tell me what the hell your problem is.”

“You, Y/n! You want to know what my problem is, there it is, Y/n! You’ve been so fucking clingy this past fucking month, I haven’t had a second to myself. God, I just wanted a little space but clearly, that’s too much to fucking ask of you.” He spat at you, brows scrunched up in anger.

His outburst caused you to purse your lips in shock before your jaw clenched with anger.

“Oh, sorry, for wanting to spend time with my boyfriend before he inevitably breaks things off at the beginning of each month, like some sort of fucking routine! So he can be with some other bitch for a few weeks, before deciding to come back to me, god, Marcus!”

“What the fuck is up with you, why are you acting like this all of a sudden?”

“What’s wrong with me?” You questioned letting out a humorless laugh.

“What’s wrong with me is that I’m tired of your shit, Marcus. What’s wrong with me is that I’m pregnant with your fucking kid!” You exclaimed in exasperation your hands flying up in anger.

Marcus’s brown eyes widened immensely, at your words. It dawned on you, that you had just told him that you were pregnant. Your hand flew to your mouth in shock, “Oh my god,” You murmured.

He sat in silence for a few moments, and you turned to face his door as you began to feel panic bubble up in your chest. “You’re pregnant?” He quietly questioned, as his head dropped into his hands.

You couldn’t bring yourself to form the words, simply nodding your head, as your eyes burned holes into his wooden flooring. “This can’t be happening, Y/n, we’re only 18, I mean we haven’t even graduated high school yet!”

You took deep breaths trying to calm yourself, “Don’t you think I know that, Marcus?” You hissed at him.

“What the hell, Y/n, you- you said you were on the pill!”

“I was, Marcus, it’s not 100% effective, and don’t you dare try to fucking blame this on me okay?” You turned to him with nothing but irateness smeared across your face.

“I can’t deal with this shit right now,” He quietly muttered, however, you still heard him.

“How the fuck do I even know that it’s really mine?” He questioned, now standing up.

“You’re fucking with me right, Marcus?” Fury burning in your eyes.

His face remained stoic, “Unlike you Marcus, you’re the only person I’ve ever been with,” You said through clenched teeth.

You couldn’t control your anger anymore, and the next thing you knew you were slapping him. “You’re a fucking asshole.” You said, before leaving his room, tears beginning to cloud your vision.

You attempted to rid yourself of the tears, but you couldn’t. They streamed down your face like a rapid, as your breath began to quicken. You reached for your phone calling Padma.

You sat in her SUV, as she shushed you, caressing your hair.

“Everything’s gonna work out in the end, Y/n/n, I promise.”

“It’s not Lo,” You managed to say through your crying and whimpers, “I fucked up so bad,” You whaled.

(*A/N: Padma means Lotus in another language, I don’t remember what language… but Lo is short for Lotus, I don’t know, I thought it was a cute nickname, rather than using ‘Pad’.)

“I’m here for you, Y/n/n, and I always will be okay, you know that, right?”

You gave a nod in response, sniffling.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you, I’m a terrible friend.” You cried.

“It’s okay, bub, I know you’ve been struggling this past month, I don’t hold it against you for needing some time.”

“You should, I have no excuse,” You whimpered.

“But I don’t, okay? Do you think you’re ready to tell me what’s wrong?” She gently asked. You nodded, staying in her warm, comforting embrace as you explained why you had been so distant, due to the fact that you would be a teen mom in less than 9 months. You told her about the fight with Marcus, how you hadn’t meant to just blurt the words out, and how he had the audacity to question if your child was his.

“Oh my god, Y/n/n, he’s a complete dick!”

“I know, and what’s worse is that, after everything that we’ve been through, I still love him. Does that make me crazy?” Your eyes welled up with more tears, and a dry laugh slipped from your lips.

“Very much so, but that’s what love does. Anyone who says they're in love and doesn’t feel crazy, well they’re not really in love.”

“Can I ask you something?” She voiced.

You nodded, “Why didn’t you feel like you could talk to me about this? We’ve been friends forever Y/n/n, you know I’d never judge you…” She gently probed.

“I know Lo, I just didn’t know how to and I didn’t wanna burden you with this secret,”

“You wouldn’t have bub, I promise you,” She said her hands clasping yours.

“Does anyone else know?”

“No,” You responded, “I have no idea how I’m gonna tell my mom, or Ginny…”

Tears began to leak from your eyes once again, “Mom is gonna be so disappointed in me,” You cried, “I mean she was a teen mom, and this is literally what she has tried to prevent from happening,”

“I’m a terrible daughter, and I’ll probably be a terrible mother too, I mean I’m only eighteen, and- and this kid is gonna have to grow up without a Dad, just like I did. They're gonna wonder why they weren’t good enough, and I-I’m gonna have to raise them by m-myself,” Your breath hitched, as you continued to cry and ramble.

“You’re gonna be a great mom, Y/n/n, if there’s one thing I’m sure of it’s that. And yeah, maybe it’s not exactly what your mom wanted but, I’m sure she’ll be supportive, especially because she knows exactly what it’s like to be a teen mom. And Ginny and Austin will probably be so excited to have a niece or nephew. Everything’s gonna be okay.”

You nodded your head, trying to believe her words.

“When are you gonna tell them?”

“I have no idea…”

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Marcus hadn’t talked to you since last week when you had accidentally told him you were pregnant. You hadn’t tried to reach out to him either, unsure of how to feel anymore.

You glanced up at your mother’s dark brown eyes which were filled with shock as she tried to keep her face neutral. Your younger brother Austin was giddy with excitement, a wide grin playing on his face, Ginny’s face furrowed in worry.

You nervously played with the ring Marcus had given you when you first began dating at 15. A ring filled with false promises, empty words, and happiness that no longer remained. “I tried, I tried so hard… to prevent this, so you wouldn’t have to go through what I did,” She muttered, her tone holding a wave of slight anger to it.

“How could you be so fucking stupid Y/n?! I mean, truly, I-I cannot believe this...” Your mother suddenly burst out.

Your mouth was agape, you were speechless. You had hoped she would’ve reacted better, but you knew better. Your bottom lip trembled, eyes shimmering with tears. “Mom!” Ginny snapped at her.

You quickly got up, making your way to your room. You were too busy trying to drown the feeling of an oncoming panic attack that you didn’t notice Marcus sat on your bed. Your breathing became more erratic, your panic causing you to not hear Marcus as he questioned if you were okay.

“I should just get rid of it,” You sniffed, the words being filled with bitterness as they left your mouth.

“Princess?”

You looked up, eyes now meeting Marcus’s. Your eyes widened, “What-what are you doing here?”

“You were planning on aborting our baby? Without telling me?” He accused you with belligerence.

“Marcus, I-”

“I can’t believe you, Y/n,”

“Marcus, please, let me-”

“I’m out of here,” He shook his head, leaving the way he came.

“You’re not the one who’s carrying this baby, okay, Marcus!” You called out to him, as he was midway through climbing out of your window.

He turned toward you, “Yeah, soon neither will you.” He snapped at you, slamming your window shut.

(A/N: Damn, double homicide. LMAO please tell me y’all have seen those tiktoks, if not just ignore this… 😅)

You gasped for a breath and stood frozen in place for a moment. In a fit of anger, you began flinging things across the room. A picture frame of you and Marcus went flying at your window, the force causing it to shatter. You let out a scream of frustration, as you sat on the floor, sobbing loudly, your heart physically paining you.

Your fists met the floor, pounding on the wood, not knowing how to handle all the anger, sadness, and frustration that filled you.

When Marcus reached his room, he slammed his door in frustration and anger. Anger at himself, you, and the world. His eyes held unshed tears, his face in a scowl. He abruptly began punching his bedroom wall. Not stopping until he felt a force holding his fists back. He hadn’t realized he had been crying until he felt his tears now hitting his fists. His head fell against the wall, as Maxine pulled him into a hug, “What’s wrong Mark?” She spoke up after a few silent moments.

(A/N: I’m never using that nickname again, I’m sorry but that made me physically cringe…haha)

“Everything.” He breathed out.

Marcus had decided to confide in his twin, something he hadn’t done in a while.

“I- I haven’t been able to say it but, I-I love her, Max. I know I don’t deserve her, I’ve been treating her like crap for the past year. Our relationship has brought her nothing but pain, and I try and try to let her go. But I can’t each time I try to break it off, I end up going back to her because I can’t fucking breathe without her. I’m such a fucking asshole.” He shook his head in frustration.

“She’s- she’s fucking pregnant, Max, I don’t- I can’t be a dad. I can barely fucking take care of myself,” He whispered, exasperation in his voice.

“I thought for a second that maybe we could figure things out, so I went over there, and she’s fucking talking about getting rid of our baby, Max.”

“I think- I think you need to figure out what you want, Marcus, and once you do, you need to tell Y/n alright? Because this is something big, that you both need to discuss, and you need to stop being an idiot and tell her how you really feel, instead of getting scared and running away from your feelings,” She told her brother, trying to contain her thoughts, she wanted him to come to his own decision, albeit she really excited at the thought of possibly having a niece or nephew. Preferably a niece.

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After Ginny and Austin had told their mom off for shouting at their hormonal, pregnant sister, Ginny texted Padma hoping she’d be able to cheer you up. Padma had shown up at your house to whisk you away for a little. Before you left you tightly hugged Ginny and Austin who had showered you with love before you left, showing they supported you in whatever you would decide to do. Their kind words brought tears to your eyes, but you blinked them away not wanting to cry anymore. As for your mom, you assumed she was hiding in her room, an attempt at hiding you from her disappointment in you.

Padma came from the even wealthier side of Wellsbury, so money was something she didn’t lack. She had taken you out for some ice cream, ordering your favorite. Once you both had finished your ice creams, she decided you both needed a mani-pedi.

Padma had definitely helped relax you with her impromptu girl’s day. Once you guys finished at the salon, you begged Padma to let you stay the night at her house, not wanting to return to your own and possibly run into Marcus or your mother.

You were grateful when she said yes, and it was a good thing seeing as Marcus had shown up at your house, looking for you.

Ginny stood with her arms crossed, her full eyebrows raised in umbrage. Marcus nervously swallowed at your little sister’s seeming repulsiveness toward him. Before he could even utter a letter she began, “She’s not here. And even if she were, she most definitely wouldn’t want to see you.” She told him, her words filled with nothing but loathing for the boy.

“Ginny, I-”

“You know I really don’t understand what she sees in you. You have treated her like some disposable toy for I don’t even know how long, yet somehow she still loves you.” She bit her lip in anger, “You don’t deserve her, she deserves someone way better than you, someone who actually loves her, cares about-”

“Ginny, you can say whatever you want about me, but don’t say that I don’t care about or love your sister, because I do.” He interrupted her, with anguish.

“Then act like it, Marcus!” She shouted at him, “Because you say one thing, but you do the complete opposite! You need to get your shit together before it’s too late, and she leaves you. For good. It seems like she’s this close to dropping your ass,” She gestured with her hand.

Marcus clenched his jaw, his eyes glazing over with tears as he gave a small nod at the young girl who was grilling him, “I’m trying, Ginny.” He softly spoke.

“Well try harder, Marcus, for my sister, for your unborn child. I mean, don’t you want to be in their life?”

“I don’t know if they’re gonna have a life”

“Well, that’s something you guys need to talk about, and Marcus, please, stop hurting her,” Ginny begged.

“I promise,” He murmured his voice breaking slightly.

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You returned home the next day and were full-on expecting to come home and be met with an angry mom, and a torn-up room. Albeit, it was the opposite. Your eyes held a sadness in them, feeling completely lost and overwhelmed. You were surprised when you swung your door open, your mother sat on your bed in your somehow tidy room.

She gave you a soft smile, tears in her eyes. You weren’t sure what to do, so you simply stood there, feeling shame, waiting for her to practically throw you out. You attempted to blink your tears away, hugging yourself in an attempt to comfort yourself.

“Baby… I’m- I’m so sorry for what I said yesterday.”

Your eyes were turned downward, your gaze on the floor. Suddenly you saw her feet appear in front of your own before you felt her wrap her arms around you, causing your tears to silently fall. “I should have never called you stupid, because my sweet girl you are anything but, and I am so proud of you, okay?” She said her voice full of emotion, her hand soothingly rubbing your back.

You silently nodded, sniffles and soft whimpers leaving you. “I’m gonna be here with you baby girl, every step of the way, alright? I support you no matter what, darling, I love you so much.” She whispered as you continued to keep your head buried in the crook of her neck.

“I’m so mad at myself for what I said to you baby, please forgive me, I know what it’s like to be in your position and I really should have comforted you instead of making you feel worse.” She cradled your head in her hands, before pulling back from you, wiping your tears, and placing a kiss on your forehead.

You sat on your bed, cuddled up with your mom, being in her arms brought you the utmost comfort. Your head once again, found its place in the crook of her neck with your eyes closed. They felt so sore from all the crying you had done in the past month and a half.

“Have you and Marcus talked about what you’re gonna do?” Your mother softly asked you.

You wordlessly shook your head ‘no’. “I think he thinks I want an abortion,” You gently voiced. “Oh, and may I ask why he thinks that?”

“It was after I told you guys about my pregnancy, and I came up here, and I was really upset, and I said that maybe I should just abort it. I didn’t know Marcu was here and he heard me, I haven’t talked to him since.” She quietly nodded, processing your words.

“And is that what you want, baby?”

“I don’t know mama, a part of me wants to try and raise this baby but I don’t wanna do it without him, but I think I’m gonna have to.” Your voice cracked at your last words.

“If he’s in your baby’s life, is up to him. But honey, you won’t have to raise your baby alone, you’re gonna have me, Ginny, Lo, we're all gonna be here to help you and support you if you decide you want to keep this baby.”

You nodded, her words bringing some comfort to you. Your mom let out a small sigh but before she could say anything else you spoke up. “Mom, how did you decide you wanted to keep me?” You questioned her. “Honestly, honey, I just knew. I mean from the moment I found out I was pregnant, I couldn’t wait for you. I was so happy to finally be able to love someone so dearly, who’d love me just as much as I loved them. I guess in a way… it was for my own selfish reasons of wanting to feel loved, but I try not to think about that too much, and just focus on being grateful for you, and to my younger self for making the only decision that I felt was right.”

“I think, I think I wanna keep them.” You said, gently placing your palm against your tummy that’d soon grow to carry your baby.

You stayed in your mother’s loving embrace for a while longer before she moved, explaining to you she had some things she had to take care of. She sent Ginny and Austin up to cuddle you, before making her way towards the Baker’s house.

It was pure luck that Marcus happened to be walking out of his house, just as she had begun walking toward their front door. “Marcus, just the boy-soon-to-be-father, I wanted to talk to.” She smiled, a calculating smile, at the boy.

“Mrs. Miller, uh, I don’t know what to say…” He murmured.

“Well, I just wanted to come over here and congratulate you, of course. As well as to remind you that you will help raise this child and if you continue to string my daughter along, and treat her like your little plaything, you won’t get to see your child grow, let alone the light of day, okey-dokey?” Her serious expression abruptly disappeared as she once again smiled at him and patted his shoulder.

“I think this chat went splendidly, but I best get going,” She said before walking off.

Marcus was left speechless, mouth slightly ajar. He had yet to tell his parents, and he hadn’t thought you would’ve already told Georgia. His talk with Max had made him realize he needed to tell you how he felt about you and your unborn child.

You, Ginny, and Austin had just settled into a comfortable position on your queen size bed, which was oh-so-comfortable. A knock interrupted your laughter at the movie that had been playing. It caused the three of you to glance at each other before Ginny decided to go and answer it. You followed her, not wanting her to answer the door by herself. Of course, that prompted Austin to go as well.

“Ginny, wait, for-”

You were interrupted by Ginny pulling the door wide open, Marcus stood on your porch, your favorite flowers in hand and a stuffed teddy bear. He looked up as the door opened, making eye contact with Ginny, his eyes held remorse, he was ready to plead with Ginny to speak with you, however as his lips moved to form the words, his eyes caught you, as you stood a little ways behind her.

“Y/n?” He questioned in a soft tone.

Ginny raised her full brows at the boy, unimpressed, “Y/n do you want me to-” she began but you cut her off. “It’s okay Ginny, why don’t you and Austin go watch the movie, I’ll be up soon.” You smiled at the two.

Ginny stood there for a moment before you shooed her away. Austin left after he had turned to Marcus and said, “If you hurt my sister, I’ll hurt you. Trust me, I’ve stabbed someone with a pencil before.” in a serious tone.

“I promise I won’t, not anymore.” He said with a nod of his head.

You turned back to face Marcus, you attempted to keep your guard up, arms crossed as you raised your brows expectantly at the boy, waiting for him to speak. Marcus held out the teddy bear that was half your size and the chocolates, you silently accepted them, gesturing for him to follow you to the living room. Once you had both gotten seated comfortably on the couch he spoke up.

“Bub, I am so sorry for the way I’ve been treating you and our relationship recently. I know nothing I say will excuse my actions- not that I want it to, I just, want you to know that I’m so sorry for the way I’ve acted recently. And I-I,” He clasped his hands together before he closed his eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his struggle to say whatever he was trying to say.

Marcus opened his eyes glancing at the ceiling before returning to meet your own eyes, his brown eyes slightly glazed over. “Y/n, I love you.” Those three words were not what you were expecting Marcus to say, after all, he hadn’t said them in over a year. You tried to remain stoic, however, Marcus knew you, and he could see the tears that had welled up in your beautiful eyes. You turned away from him to wipe a stray tear that had cascaded down your cheek, you hated how hormonal your pregnancy made you. You faced Marcus once again, his eyes practically begging for you, your touch, your love.

You gave in as you practically jumped into his arms, your head buried in his chest. He embraced you in his arms, as your eyes watered. “I’m sorry I haven’t told you I love you in so long. I just, I guess… since- Noah, I was… I don’t know, scared of losing you, and I- I tried to push you away. I could never commit though, I love you too much to ever truly let you go.” His arms tightened around you as he said those last few words.

You sniffled you can’t believe you had never realized that maybe Marcus had been acting this way due to losing Noah, you were mad at yourself. “I’m sorry too. Sorry for not realizing, god how could I have been so insensitive, all this time…” You whimpered.

“Princess, you have nothing to be sorry for, you were there for me through all of that, and I’m so grateful for you and so sorry I never showed you how much I appreciated it. I don’t know how I’m gonna make up all of this to you, but I will, I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.” He said, one of his hands cradling your head in his palm.

“And I-, if you decide that you want to keep the baby, I will try my hardest to be the best dad to them that I can.” He gently murmured. His words caused you to slightly pull away so you could meet his eyes.

“Marcus, that day you were in my room, I-I never meant what I said,” Your voice cracked, “I was just so upset because I had told everyone about the baby and my mom didn’t really react that well… and she called me stupid, I- I overreacted and I wish I could take back what I said. I never once thought about aborting the baby, our baby.” You sniffed, as more tears fell from your eyes, prompting Marcus to wipe them.

“I’m sorry you had to tell your family by yourself. I wanted to be there with you, and support you. I never should’ve acted like such a fucking asshole when you told me, I was just scared…and just a fucking dipshit, god. I never should have said what I said to you Y/n, and I will never ever act like that ever again. I know I’m the only person you’ve been with and I should have never questioned if the baby was mine, I was being a complete dick. I know you think I’ve been with others but I haven’t. You were my first, and only.” He said, which slightly shocked you.

“What? How did I not know that…”

“I wanted you to think I was cool and I don’t know somewhat experienced, I was dumb and immature.” He responded. You simply nodded, he was.

Marcus cleared his throat, “Y/n, I-I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore and you want to co-parent our baby. I mean- I’ve hurt you so, so much and I wish I could take back all that I did to hurt you, and all the pain that I’ve caused you. So, I-I won’t like it, but I’ll understand.”

You looked at Marcus, his eyes full of remorse, and love. “I love you so much Marcus, with all my heart. And after everything that we’ve been through, I love you just as much as the day I first met you. I still want to be with you, and raise our baby.” You smiled, your eyes scintillating with tears. “But, if you ever, ever treat me or speak to me the way you have been, I will not hesitate to end things. Because as much as I love you, I will not allow anyone to treat me like that again, let alone the father of my child.” You said, trying to keep your voice even, so he couldn’t hear the hurt.

Marcus nodded, “Thank you, for giving me a second chance.” He said cradling your face in his hands. He began to lean in closer toward you, and you followed along, closing the distance between the two of you. As your lips met, you felt tears fall from both his and your eyes as you both poured all of your heart and love into the kiss. Your hands wrapped around his neck, one moving up into his hair and running your hands through his silky strands of hair, as you tried to pull him impossibly closer to you. Marcus was just as eager to be as close to you as possible, pulling you in his lap.

Your lips continually met, kissing until you had to pull away to breathe.

“We're having a baby,” He said as tears of joy fell from both of your guy's eyes. You nodded, your grin matching his own. His eyes widened for a second, “What?” You questioned him.

“We still have to tell my parents.”

“Crap, and Max.” You whined.

“I already told her…”

“Oh, okay. What’d she say?” You said slightly relieved and slightly nervous.

“She didn’t really say how she felt just slapped some sense into me, but I can tell she wanted us to keep the baby..” He smiled.

“Well, I’m glad, remind me to thank her.” You returned a smile to him. He nodded, pulling you into him, once again hugging you, which you gladly accepted. You stayed like that for a couple moments.

“Let’s go and watch the movie with Gin and Austin?”

Marcus nodded with a smile, pulling you to stand with him. Once you both made it to your room, you smiled at the sight of your siblings cuddled together on your bed, waiting for you.

“Make some room for us?” You questioned them.

They both turned to you, raised eyebrows of curiosity.

“We’re keeping the baby, so we’re gonna need all the help we can get.” You grinned, hand in Marcus’s own.

Ginny and Austin had smiles plastered on their faces, as they jumped off your bed and ran towards you and Marcus, pulling both of you into a hug. This caused you and Marcus to laugh. You both had a feeling that everything would be okay. As long as you had each other and your families, you’d be able to overcome anything.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

A/N: I hope this was good and I hope it made y’all cry because once my writing has brought tears to someone's eyes, I’ll know my writing is at least okay, haha. Anyways I kinda wanna write a follow-up to this like about y’all going to the first doctor appointment, and stuff like that!

ALSO, a lot happened in this. I LOVED miller!reader, little!sister!Ginny & BFF!Padma, but how do y’all feel about it? 🤨

don't ask about the fic name i feel like it was kinda related to the fic but also not... I was just listening to champagne problems by taylor swift & was like that’ll do 🥲

& this idea just randomly popped in my head and I had to write it and if the ending feels rushed it’s because it kinda was because I wanted to post this for y’all! 💞

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The Brave, the Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 5

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. Read at your own risk.

Room 1918 by @megamindsecretlair (Nomad Steve Rogers x Black female plus size reader)

Sweet Treat - Part Two by @mrsmando (Frankie 'Catfish' Morales x plus size female reader) Follow up to 'Sweet Treat - part one.'

La Petit Mort @boliv-jenta (Joel Miller x reader and Dave York x reader) Dark Fic

Misfire @qveerthe0ry (Dieter Bravo x GN reader)

Fluffer by @proxima-writes (Dieter Bravo x PA female writer)

Hey Good Lookin’ - part one and Hey Good Lookin’ - part two by @gwendibleywrites (Chubby shy Frankie Morales x plus size reader)

Lemonade Sparkles by @frenchiereading (Frankie Morales x female reader)

Watta Man - A Marcus Pike Story by @atinylittlepain (Marcus Pike x female reader)

O’ Christmas Tree by @covetyou (Dieter Bravo x GN reader)

Lingerie by @604to647 (Din Djarin - modern AU x female reader)

Once in a Blue Moon by @whatsnewalycat (Dieter Bravo x female reader)

Hold Harder by @sin-djarin (Tim Rockford x female reader)

Christmas Indulgence by @movievillainess721 (Jack Daniels x plus size female reader)

Cowboy Hat Joel x Reader (an ask) by @theywhowriteandknowthings (Joel Miller x female reader)

Oh, The Wildflowers by @adora-but-ginger (Joel Miller x GN reader)

A Nanny for Christmas by @absurdthirst (Dave York x plus size female reader)

Baker Wonderland by @integra1127grimmreaper (Javier Guterrez x plus size female reader)

Consummating the Riduurok @beskarandblasters (Din Djarin x female reader)

Consent by @fuckyeahdindjarin (Dieter Bravo x female reader)

White Christmas by @absurdthirst (Joel Miller x female reader)

Symphony by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x Jersey - OFC)

What the Heart Wants by @artemiseamoon (Pero Tovar x female reader)

Javier Peña & His Sweetheart (Chubby Peña) by @beefrobeefcal (Chubby Javier Peña x female reader)

Please check out everyone's listed fics and master lists! Don't forget to reblog and comment, writers love interactions. 🥰

#Nerdie's fic recommendations #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller #din djarin #frankie morales #dieter bravo #the mandalorian #pero tovar #Dave york #Marcus pike #Tim rockford #Steve Rogers

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hufflepuffimagines · 10 months

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⋆｡°✩ Navegation ✩°｡⋆

⋆ About Me ⋆

I’m Bells, I’m 20 yo and I’m brazilian, I write since I was 11, I can’t say that I do it perfectly but I try. I’m obssessed with 80s rockstar, specially Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. I’m a swifitie and I’m going to the Eras Tour in november. I love writing fluffy stories, mostly because it makes me imagine what I’d like my life to be, with that in mind, I can say that I’m trying to shift to my Selection DR, but never made it. I love Barbie, Monster High and these things, I love pink and I can honestly say that I’m a Barbie that is obssessed with rockstars. I don’t have much friends and I’d love to get to know you if you want to talk :)

⋆ You can find my prompt list here (I’ll be adding more to it during the week);

⋆ If you want to be part of my taglist, answer this form;

(that’s me everyday, not my gif)

IMPORTANT THINGS:

⋆ Character List ⋆

Conrad Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty);

Sky of Eraklyon (Fate: The Winx Saga);

Marcus Baker (Ginny and Georgia);

Nikki Sixx (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Tommy Lee (Motley Crue/The Dirt);

Edward Cullen (Twilight);

Maxon Schreave (The Selection);

Troy Bolton (High School Musical);

Paul Stanley (KISS);

Nate Archibald (Gossip Girl);

Slash (Guns N Roses);

Ricky Bowen (HSMTMTS);

Cedric Diggory (Harry Potter);

80s Rockstars (You can specify which one in your request);

Jeremiah Fisher (The Summer I Turned Pretty) (ONLY BY REQUEST).

⋆ How to Request ⋆

In order to request from a prompt list, you need to specify the sentence number;

You can choose up to three sentences from this list;

Remember to include the character’s full name/fandom for clarification!

You can also request another sentence that is not in this list and headcanons!

• Optional: You can add ‘angst’, ‘fluff’, etc… since some can work different ways.

Exemple: Conrad Fisher, prompt 7, fluff

⋆ Rules for Request ⋆

Send requests any time, i just dont guarantee that i’ll be writing it as soon as it arrives

Send the request on the ask box;

Don’t send vague requests, be specific. I like to work with a lot of details, it makes the story more realistic;

I have the ability to deny and delete any requests I don't want to write;

When I post your request, I will tag you.

✔ I write ✔

Reader insert (character x reader); Fluff, angst, crossovers, songfics, AUs; Some sensitive subjects (depression, anxiety…); Male x male, female x female or any sort of pairing. love is love, you know; Any disabilities, body types, etc. when specified.

❌ I don’t write ❌

Smut, cheating, polyship; Anything that goes against representation; Romantic stuff with adult/teen characters; Character x character* and other people’s OCs; NSFW themes; RPF (real people fiction); Any form of incest.

If you have any questions, DM me, I would be happy to talk to you!

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a-aexotic · 3 years

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hey lol ummmm can i have some marcus baker (from g & g) liking a bisexual headcannons??

- 🐛

hi babe, and absolutely!!

warnings: none <3

when you do come out to him, it probably doesn't faze him at all because of max

he's very happy for you

marcus will never judge you for your sexuality, miss ellen taught him better

he will probably kick anyone who judges you <3

you and max get along so well, sometimes marcus is a little jealous

but it's okay!! he trusts you and maxie

he won't ever tell anyone you're bi until you're completely out

staring at pretty girls w/ him

"marcus she's so-" "hot, yeah. i know"

introducing him to your music because i feel like his music taste is .. concerning 😁

you asked him to paint your nails, and he did

he's actually really good at them lmao

#asks <3 #headcannons #ginny and georgia #ginny and georgia headcannons #marcus x reader #marcus baker x reader #marcus baker x female reader #ginny and georgia fanfics #🐛 anon <3

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nolanell · 3 years

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NOLANell's Fanfiction and Fanart Recommendations

Please heed individual warnings and ratings before reading or viewing!

These are some fanfictions and fanart I have found on here that I really love and want to share with my followers and anyone else who finds my blog. This is a WIP so I will add to this as I discover more things!

Enjoy!

Dividers by the wonderful @firefly-graphics

Din Djarin

Everything and More by @dincrypt - SugarDaddy!Din x Female Reader AU Series

For the Night by @dincrypt - Din Djarin x Female Reader One Shot

Siren by @ezrasbirdie - Din Djarin x GN Reader One Shot

Tied by @radiowallet - Dr. Din Djarin x Female Reader (First Assist) AU Series

Come Back To Me by @magpie-to-the-morning - Highwayman!Din x Female Reader AU Series

Glimpsed by @blueeyesatnight - Grogu POV, thinking about Din Djarin. Part of a series, linked in the piece.

Marcus Moreno

Caramel Latte by @moralesispunk - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Series

Poorly Wired Circuit by @radiowallet - Marcus Moreno x OFC Sarah Bailey Series

Wish You Were Here by @wardenparker and @absurdthirst - Marcus Moreno x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (NB: link is to Chapter 1)

Yes, Mr. Moreno by @toomanystoriessolittletime - Marcus Moreno x OFC Alice Baker Writer Wednesday Submission

Marcus Pike

Read You Like A Book by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - Marcus Pike x OFC Anne Series

The Farmer's Market by @ezrasbirdie - Marcus Pike x OFC Annie Christiansen Series

The Long Con by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Marcus & Peanut by @pintsizemama - Marcus Pike x Female Reader Series

Pero Tovar

Driving Mr Tovar by @sirowsky - Modern!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

In His Eyes by @moralesispunk - Blacksmith!Pero Tovar x Female Reader AU Series (Complete)

The Innkeeper's Daughter by @just-here-for-the-moment - Pero Tovar x Female Reader

Stranded Due to Weather in a Coffee Shop AU Ask - Pero Tovar x GN Reader (Part of 400 Followers Celebration)

Javier Peña

Oops by @pintsizemama - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series

Lay It On Me by @queenofthefaceless Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

What's The Use Of Wonderin' by @youvebeenlivingfictional - Javier Peña x Female Reader Series (Complete)

Sick Day by @quica-quica-quica - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

At First Sight by @queridopascal - Javier Peña x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

To Perish Twice by @brandyllyn - Javier Peña x Female Reader Soulmate AU Series (Complete)

Frankie Morales

ForestRanger!Frankie AU by @the-ginger-hedge-witch - ForestRanger!Frankie x Female Reader AU Series

Fly Me To The Moon by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

All Hail The King by @pilothusband - Frankie Morales x Female Reader One Shot

Wednesday by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x Female Reader (Complete)

Of Cupckes and Cupid by @asta-lily - Frankie Morales x GN Reader One Shot

Frankie Dating a Plus Size Partner Headcannons by @softpedropascal (Ask Request)

Fixing It by @green-socks - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader One Shot

'Here, Take My Jacket' by @mando-forgive-me - Frankie Morales x GN!Reader (Request for Flufftober 2021)

Agent Jack 'Whiskey' Daniels

Conference Call Incident by @just-here-for-the-moment and @driedgreentomatoes (part of the Declassified HR Files Series)

'Is That My Shirt?' by @quica-quica-quica Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Prompt List Ask)

Extra Pickles, Hold the Mayo by @absurdthirst Agent Whiskey x Female Reader (Writer Wednesday Submission)

Maxwell Lord

Rings by @honestly-shite - Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader One Shot

When The Cards All Fold by @yespolkadotkitty - Maxwell Lord x Female!Reader One Shot

Non Pedro Pascal Characters

Plethora by @fisforfulcrum (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x GN!Reader One Shot for Writer Wednesday)

Poe Playing Guitar to BB8 by @clakearts (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] Art)

Stay by @the-little-ewok (Poe Dameron [Star Wars] x F!Reader One Shot)

Frogs by @gaitwae (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask One Shot)

Loki Comforts a Friend by @theaudacitytowrite (Loki [MCU] x Reader Ask Drabble)

The Night Before Your Thesis Defence by @handmaiden-of-mischief (Loki [MCU] x Reader One Shot)

Loki Portrait by @themorningstar81 (Loki [MCU] Art)

How High by @brandyllyn (Santiago 'Pope' Garcia [Triple Frontier] x GN!Reader - part of a series)

The Godfather by @quica-quica-quica (Ben Miller [Triple Frontier] x Female Reader One Shot)

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justagirlsearchingforamuse · 3 years

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Here is my masterlist, I’ll try to update it whenever I make more content and things on this site, also these are fandoms that I will write for and fandoms that i will talk about so don’t be afraid to send in an ask about these fandoms, whether it’s headcanons or drabbles, or whatever.

Resident Evil: Village

Karl Heisenberg

Alone (smut, gender neutral reader, fic) - Part 1

Reunited (smut, gender neutral reader, fic) - Part 2

Alcina Dimitrescu

Ripe Fruit (smut, female reader, fic)

Ethan Winters

Donna Beneviento

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Bela Dimitrescu

Daniel Dimitrescu

Salvatore Moreau

Mother Miranda

Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand

Impressive (smut, female reader, fic }

Kerry Eurodyne

Jackie Welles

Judy Alvarez

Viktor Vector

Panam Palmer

Rogue Amendiares

River Ward

Claire

Life Is Strange 2

Sean Diaz

Showering With Sean (headcanons, smut, female reader)

“didn’t mean to turn you on” Finn McNamara x Sean Diaz (fic, mlm, smut)

“Being tall has its perks. You’re a really great view from up here” (short fic, female reader, fluff}

Sinn/Sean x Finn Headcanons (smut, sfw, fluff)

Pain (period smut, female reader, smut)

Big Breasted Reader HC’s (smut and fluff)

Smut Alphabet (smut, headcanons)

“were you just masturbating?” (smut, fic, female reader}

Threesome & Throuple With Sean and Finn (smut, female reader, headcanons)

“i can’t wait until we’re alone, there are so many things I want to do to you” (smut, female reader)

Finn McNamara

“come here” (smut, gender neutral reader)

Cassidy/Lucy Rose Jones

“I want to watch you take your clothes off” (female reader, fic, wlw)

Lyla Park

Jacob Hackerman

The Walking Dead

Rick Grimes

Negan Smith

Michonne Hawthorne

Daryl Dixon

Carl Grimes

Enid Rhee

Glenn Rhee

Maggie Rhee

Ron Anderson

Lydia

Paul Rovia

Rosita Espinosa

Tara Chambler

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

Ellie Williams

Dina

Jesse

Abby Anderson

Nora Harris

Yara

Mel

Ginny And Georgia

Marcus Baker

Ginny Miller

Georgia Miller

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Nancy Wheeler

Robin Buckley

Euphoria

Rue Bennet

Jules Vaughn

Kat Hernandez

Maddy Perez

Cassie Howard

Fezco

Elliot

Shameless

Fiona Gallagher

Debbie Gallagher

Sandy Milkovich

Lip Gallagher

Carl Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Mickey Gallagher/Milkovich

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Billy Hargrove

Robin Buckley

Eddie Munson

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lowkeyimagines · 7 years

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Average (Zach Dempsey)

From: 13 Reasons Why

Warnings: Nothing bad but self shame?

Summary: Zach likes you a lot, but you just a regular child, kinda chubby and not as interesting as others so you’re pretty dense then he tells you in the cutest way possible

A/N: Lol I am so sorry, this is my first time in forever to upload, idk I just have been busy with traveling then now school, and i try but sometimes writer’s block is just so?? But this goes out for Anon who requested a !Chubby Reader x Zach Dempsey a long time ago, sorry you had to wait so long. BUT IT IS HERE NOW AND MORE TO COME SOON. Btw sorry I posted this on my personal account so yeah, I’m still the original writer

It was an average day in an average town, with the same old people. Life hasn’t been the same since Hannah Baker died and as much as it hurts, You and Clay learned to move on. Clay is your twin and you’re both as equally close to Hannah.

Okay, maybe you were way closer, but that was because you’re a girl, and she liked your brother.

The tapes have been released, everything pretty much was the same. Except for some freaking reason, you started to like Zachary Shan-Yung Dempsey. Out of all people, it had to be him. Yes he was part of the 13 reasons why. But, your heart was always with Zach. It started since you both were grade school.

You were always one of the average kids. You weren’t as skinny as other girls, You didn’t fit in with any friend group, You were not a jock, nor were you a cheerleader. You didn’t fit in with the nerds, You weren’t an introvert. You just needed to find the people that were accepting no matter who you were. You and Zach lived in the same “faction” or neighborhood. In fact, you actually lived right next to each other.

Anyway, You and Zach went the same grade school. But even younger, Zach was still indeed, a jock. One day, You felt confident and wore a dress. You wore a nice sleeveless dress, it showed emphasis on my arms that had a little bit of flab.

“Ew, Chubs is wearing a dress” a boy from class started.

Zach threw him a glare and he immediately shut up.

You blushed at Zach’s actions, surprised that he of all people, was the one who stood up for you. You could feel the little girls glaring at you from behind, but you didn’t let that stop you from being happy

During break time of the same day, You went to go use the bathroom and as you passed by these girls they whispered loudly to each other “What an ugly dress”

“It makes her look mega fat”

“she looks ugly”

Those words brought you down and you started to cry. Zach comes closer and comforts me, telling me that he told the girls to back off and everything would be okay. And that’s when you thought you liked Zach

Sure a lot has changed. But he’s always had that big heart with him and I don’t think anything could ever change that. But ever since everything, we all slowly learned to be there for one another.

You head to school and greet everyone you pass by in the hallway. You weren’t popular you were just generally polite. You pass by Zach and his friends, and you notice Justin, elbowing Zach and Monty teasing him about something.

What the heck was that about? You shrugged and continued on. The bell rings and you walk to class, and for some reason, the only place left is next to Zach. As you walk to your seat, You see everyone grinning, even our teacher, Mr. Patterson.

“Hey Zach” You whisper sitting down. He seems tense and somewhat nervous. “H-hey” he stutters. You shrug and you begin writing notes that were already on the board.

You could feel people staring at me as you wrote but you chose to ignore it. Little did you know, The whole class just kept staring at you. Maybe that whole period, at least one person was looking at you.

What is going on? You started to feel self-conscious. You wore your jacket, trying to blend in a bit more, yet you were still being stared at. People would point at you then laugh amongst themselves and then you remembered grade school. You shake your head embarrassed and walk out the classroom

You walked to the cafeteria with your friends, not really paying attention to anything, just reviewing your notes with your friends. And for some reason, Zach’s friends are sitting just really close to yours. You shrug not really caring, I mean? The whole school is weird af today. “Y/n, What are you studying for?” Tony asks, sitting in front of me. “History” You reply not taking yours eyes off the reviewer. Clay sits next to you with a smirk. “Hey y/n/n!”

“Ah thus comes helmet” You tease hugging your brother. “Stoooop” he whines slightly annoyed. Skye walks over to us and drops her plate beside Tony. “What’s up with everyone today?” she grumbles. “I don’t know? Everyone has a weird vibe” You sigh massaging my temples.

Zach walks in the cafeteria looking for his friends, and once he sees them near us, he visibly tenses up and just walks out. “YO DEMPSEY WHAT GIVES?” Monty shouts after him. Justin runs out of the cafeteria looking for Zach. “y/n, I think I know what it is” Tony teases.

“What?” You ask intrigued putting your reviewer down

“A certain boy named Zach likes you” he shrugs

“Wha? No”

“Uh yes”

“Tony, I appreciate you playing ‘detective’ but there’s no way Zach will like me”

“Uhm, he does”

“No. He likes smart skinny girls. I’m neither of those things”

Tony looks at you frowning at your words “You’re worth so much more than your weight y/n/n”

“Why do girls feel so pressured to be someone they’re not?” Clay asks picking at his food. Skye kicks him under the table “Jensen! You did not just ask that” Clay shrugs in reply “I just don’t get it”

“Not everyone is as sweet as you Clay. People actually are quite rude. And this is just high school. You have to reach a certain standard in society to be seen as ‘pretty’ for some reason our society has standards for everything” You explain. Clay gives you a pitying smile but you just shake your head “No, it’s not bad, being a girl, you get used to it” You smile

“JENSEN” Your brother looks behind him to see Monty. You don’t bother looking because people usually refer to you using your first name. “Nah I mean female Jensen” Monty snickers. Clay shrugs tapping you. And you look up utterly confused. “What’s up Monty?” You ask raising your eyebrow. He laughs then turns away. “What the?” You shake your head and begin eating. “Jocks are the literal examples of weird assholes” Skye mumbles.

“Y/n, I think Zach really likes you” Clay begins as you to walk out of school. “Nah Clay, he’s just really nice” You sigh. You begin walking to walk to the parking lot and see Courtney talking to Tony. “Hey Court, what’s up?” You asked kinda annoyed that she was there. “Oh, I was just waiting for you, here! Bye Jensen twins, bye Tony, I have to go” She hands you a rose and with that, she walks away leaving you confused. You looked down at the note reading the sloppy handwriting

Roses are red

violets are blue

My stomach’s queasy

Whenever I talk to you

You blush at the note and keep it, holding the rose. “What’s this about?” You ask Tony while getting in the passenger seat of his car. “I don’t know, she never said anything” he shrugs.

As you begin to back up to leave the school, Marcus stops you. “DUDE?” Tony yells scared that he almost hit someone. “y/n/n, for you” he winks handing you a white rose and walking away.

Rose is now white

Which resembles what you bring, light

I love your smile

Seeing It, is worth while

Clay silently chuckles teasing you your whole ride home. You get to the house and there’s a pink rose stuck to the front door.

My love for you is pink

It makes no sense

But somehow always works

You take the rose, then keep the note then you change into your joggers and crop top. “y/n!” Clay calls from downstairs. You run down and he hands you a blue rose

Ha, now the rose is blue

Violets can be red

“Hey Zach”

Is the best thing you’ve ever said

You look at the note confused. So this was all Zach? Zach walks in the room holding a variety color of roses.

“Roses are red

but they can be blue too

I really like you

Can I call you my boo?”

Zach recites nervously. “Zach, I like you too” you whisper slightly self-conscious that he can see your tummy. “And for the record, you’re precious inside and out” he says snaking his arms around your waist and instantly making you feel more confident.

#zach dempsey #13 reasons why #13 reasons why zach x reader #13 reasons why imagine #13 reasons why imagines #thirteen reasons why #13rw #zachary shan-yung dempsey #imagines #oneshots #fluff #fanfiction #short stories

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lustfulmarvel · 7 years

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It has always been you (Tony x Reader ) 13rw

Request; Can I request a Tony imagine, please? (Tony from 13 reasons why) can I have it where the reader (female preferably) and him have been best friends for a while and the read always thought he was gay and Justin is the readers other best friend and he accidentally slips up that the reader likes Tony and the reader walks off angry and upset but Tony chases after them and admits that he likes them too, I hope this makes sense :)

A/N; Woah you guys I have like 10 request right now I’m so excited also I’m so sorry about my last Jason imagine it was shitty af I’m just going to delete it later. Also, I love the request you guys are sending me like omg you guys have amazing imaginations I received 2 AU soulmates and I can’t wait to write it.Also tony is my father don’t fight me on this, this is short kinda (Y/F/N)= your friend name.

Alterations: Tony is straight

Warnings: none just fluff 😝😝

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GIF NOT MINE CREDIT TO ORIGINAL OWNER

You and Tony have always been best friends going over each other house having sleepovers helping him fix up that red mustang he loves, sometimes you would tease him about how he loves that car more than you but he will always tell you otherwise.I know it was weird you didn’t really have any girlfriends since you didn’t actually fit in. Well, there was that one girl Hannah Baker she was nice to you I guess you could call her your “friend”. You guys hung out once in a while mostly because she knew Tony. Tony has always been there for you through everything he truly was your best friend, your soulmate, or at least that’s what you thought on your side. You and Tony basically grew up together so it was hard to differentiate between the friendly love you had and the actual love.You first realized you loved Tony your first year of high school, it never really mattered though Tony always saw you as the little sister plus you were almost certain he was gay. I mean you really didn’t have any suspicion until sophomore year when he started hanging out with that gay Clay.They hung out almost every day, of course, you didn’t mind clay was a cool kid sometimes Hannah will tag along and you guys would go watch a movie or go bowling.Tony seem to care a lot about clay always behind him asking him if he ate, if he had fun, if he finally made a move on Hannah, how his day went sometimes he even gave them a ride home. Now don’t get it twisted Tony did the same thing with you but you were his best friend so it wasn’t odd or rare.So your guess was that Tony was gay and he had a crush on Clay.

You walked through the halls of Liberty high on your way to the cafeteria to meet up with your friends who again were mainly guys.The group consisted of Tony, Justin, Zach, Clay, Hannah who occasionally showed up, Courtney who can be bitchy sometimes and Marcus who tried to be nice but in all honesty gave you a bad vibe. You mainly only hung out with Tony and Justin since they were both your closest friend. The only people that knew how you felt about Tony were Justin and Hannah, you told Justin one night when you were drunk, he promised to keep his mouth shut even though he still teases you sometimes and Hannah she just kind of asked you one day said she could “ see the love you both had for each other” more like the love you had by yourself, you were sure Tony wasn’t interested.You walk into the cafeteria and spot your friends at your usual table Tony, Clay, Zach and Justin you sit down greeting everyone and then engage in the conversation.

CHANGE POV

“so winter formal this weekend who are you guys taking ?” Zach asks

“ I think I’m taking Jessica” Justin replies smirking earning a “ that’s my boy” from Zach

Tony turned to Clay “ and who are you taking Clay ?” Clay looks up from the paper he’s writing and shrugs

“ I don’t know yet, I’m forced to go because I lost a bet to Jeff,”Clay says turning his attention back to his paper. Why does Tony even care?

“ Who are you taking Zach ?” I ask Zach to change the conversation

“ Oh yeah about that I was going to ask you if you could set me up with (Y/F/N) I ask her myself be she looks kind of mean, “ He says which causes the guys to chuckle.

“I’ll try no promises though, she likes guys who step up not the ones who are scared to talk to her, “ I say laughing “Talking about guys who step up Clay how about asking Hannah, It’s clear that you like her,“ I say turning to clay

“ I-I don’t Know what you’re talking about,” Clay says stuttering

“ Well if we are talking about people who clearly like people and should be asking them to the dance why haven’t you asked Tony yet (Y/N)?” Justin turns to me with a raised eyebrow.

In that moment my heart stopped everything around was flowing but my blood no longer was in the state of shock I managed to grab my bag and rushed out the cafeteria.I walked out the school sitting in one of the benches out in the Parking lot. As I sat there replaying what was now my reality I realized this was no longer my average day.A tear began to well up in my eyes, they began to fall as I felt someone approach me I tried to wipe them away. I lifted my head realizing it was Tony and my tears began flowing again. I don’t even know why I was crying I’ve never been an emotional person but in this moment I was ashamed, well that was kind of an understatement. I felt Tony take a sit next to me and he cups my cheek wiping my tears away.

“ hey, hey why are you crying? there’s nothing to cry about okay “ Tony says

“I-I just I was going to tell you but, “ I say stuttering

“Hey It’s okay,” he says wiping my tears away again “ How long ?” He asks

“ W-what?” I say not understanding

“ how long have you liked me ?” he says turning to face the front

“ I- I” I struggle to get my words together

“I first realized I loved you our freshman year of high school, you looked so ready to take on the world , so sure of yourself you have your whole life figured out and I like that, I like that a lot oh hell with that I think I love you even before that but it took time for me to realize that it was more than just a friendly love its love, love I love you (Y/N) “ He says turning to me almost breathless.

“ You -you what, “ I say not quite understanding I mean I thought he liked Clay

“ I said I love you,” he says cupping my cheeks and kissing me. The kiss was slow and passionate bringing a certain intensity towards the both of us. He pulls away slowly and keeps his forehead on mine.

“ I don’t understand I-I thought you like Clay?” I whisper

He pulls away with a puzzled look on his face “ you thought I what ?” he says

“I thought you were gay and you like Clay because you’re always worried about him and stuff,” I say a little embarrassed now that I think about this my calculations might have been a little misguided.

“ Well no I’m not gay and No I don’t like Clay I’m just being a good friend, I wanna get him and Hannah together they deserved each other plus It’s you it has always been you, “ he says chuckling

“That makes sense, “ I say laughing at my stupid theory

“ Well now that we have that out of the way (Y/N) would you give me the honor of escorting you to the winter formal ?” he asks standing up and putting his hand out

“ yes I would love to, “ I say jumping up he catches me and then we share a passionate kiss

It was me it has always been me

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Nobody Gets Me

marcus baker x bestfriend!female!reader

warnings!: hunter-bashing?, a slap?, curse words, I think that’s it…

word count: 6.3k

unedited!

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You and Marcus had been friends since the second grade. You and your family had moved to Wellsbury in the middle of the school year, leaving you to have to deal with the difficulty of making friends.

When you first arrived in the town, your mom instantly became friends with your next-door neighbor, known as Ellen. Your mother had gone on about how her new friend had twins your own age. Your parents let you pick out your own room, you chose the one with a large bay window in it, which happened to be facing another window. Your small eight-year-old self sat on the seat of the bay window, taking in the large tree beside your home.

Suddenly a boy appeared in the window across from your own, he made his way over to the window, now facing you. His face was filled with curiosity and slight annoyance. It was as if he was called by someone, because before he turned to walk away he saluted you, then ran off.

Seconds later your parents called you downstairs as well.

“Honey, our neighbors invited us over for dinner earlier, let’s head over and when we get back we can finish setting your room up.” Your mother explained, gaining a nod in response from you.

It was then that you were first introduced to Marcus Baker.

The dinner was filled with you sitting quietly, Marcus making sarcastic remarks, sign language, and Maxine Baker talking everyone��s heads off.

The following Monday would be your first day at your new school in Wellsbury. Your mom had prepared you a special lunch, filled with your favorite snacks, and paired with your favorite meal.

The day had gone smoothly until recess hit. You had barely grabbed the little race cars you had decided to play with before they were abruptly snatched out of your hand, “Hey! I was gonna play with that!!” You told the person who had rudely snatched the toy away from you. You turned to face them being met with none other than Marcus Baker.

“Give it back, Marcus!” You shrieked at the boy in anger.

“No, race cars are for boys.”

“No, they’re not! Give me it!” You whined, arms crossed.

“Make me!” The boy teased you as he stuck his tongue out at you, running off to the playground.

Of course, you were not about to let some boy treat you like that, so you ran after him. Marcus made you chase him around the playground as you shouted at him, and he laughed continuously until he tripped in the sand of the playground. You took this as your chance to take your toy back. You snatched the little race car from his hands, grabbed some sand, and threw it in his hair before your hand formed a little fist and hit him in the arm.

Marcus let out another annoying laugh, before the following remark left his mouth, “You hit like a girl!”

This caused you to become even more upset at the boy, who had wasted half your recess and stole the toy you were going to play with. Your response was to muster all the strength you had and hit him again. This time he wasn’t laughing, “Ow!” He cried out.

You let out a “Hmmph” as you stared at the boy who was clutching his arm, a satisfied smile on your face. Your dad had taught you well.

The boy looked up at you, and your satisfied smile was returned with a matching grin, causing your own to falter.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” You questioned the boy, sass dripping from the words you spoke.

“Wanna be friends?” He asked with a villainous giggle.

“I just hit you, and you wanna be friends?” Confusion was written all over your face.

“Well yeah, your second punch actually kinda hurt, so I need you as my friend now.” He laughed.

You thought it over for a second, “Sure,” You shrugged.

You held your hand out to help Marcus up, he accepted the gesture, albeit he pulled you into the sand, causing you to yelp in shock. “Hey!” You shouted at him as he burst into laughter, before throwing sand at you.

“Now, we're even.” He smirked at you, before getting up and helping you up as well.

“Fine, let’s hurry up and play, you already wasted half of our recess!” You told him off as you both walked to a nearby bench.

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You were abruptly woken up from your sleep to hands shaking your shoulders.

“Get up loser, or we’re gonna be late.” You heard Marcus say before you had even opened your eyes.

“Shut up.” You responded before turning away from him.

“I got you your favorite,” He told you, as he walked over to the other side of your bed, you were now met with him shoving a drink in your face.

That was all it took for you to sit up. “Alright come on, I do not want another detention with Mr. Peterson.”

“Fine,” You sighed, getting up from the comfort of your queen bed.

You went to your bathroom, quickly doing your daily morning routine, before walking back into your room, Marcus sitting on your bed, back against the headboard.

“Hand me my phone, please,” You said, Marcus handing it to you.

You turned your phone on, and 6:00 was read on the screen. “Marcus you’re fucking with me, we still have like 2 hours until school starts.” You rolled your eyes at your best friend.

“Exactly, you take forever to get ready, Y/n, you can’t even lie. Now hurry up and start getting ready before we really are late.” He waved a hand at you.

You ignored the boy, heading downstairs, and were greeted by your parents in the kitchen.

“Morning sweetheart your mom made breakfast,” He nodded toward the two plates on the island, before he kissed your cheek, which brought a smile to your lips.

“Morning, and thank you, Mom,” You hugged her, before grabbing the two plates and making your way upstairs and back to your room. Marcus practically lived at your house, rather than his own which was a couple of feet away, and your parents knew this. You and Marcus had been attached at the hip since you were younger, nothing being able to break your friendship. You figured Marcus always stayed over at your house because you guys were inseparable, but also because Maxine annoyed the shit out of Marcus with her need to always be the center of attention.

Marcus had already turned on the tv, your guy's favorite show playing as he sat on your now-made bed, one of your bed trays unfolded over his lap, as he waited for his plate.

You placed your own plate on your makeup vanity, placing his on the tray, “Thanks, bub”

You respond with an “mhm” as you took a seat at your vanity nibbling at your breakfast while you apply your makeup, occasionally glancing at the tv.

Once you had finished your makeup, you rummaged through your closet looking for something to wear.

You had shown Marcus the two outfits you had been debating on wearing, “Which one do you think?”

“Mmm, the second one, it brings out your eyes.” He said with a small smile.

“Alright,” You murmured, heading to the bathroom to change.

As you looked at the time it was 8 o’clock.

“Shit, we gotta go.”

Marcus and you made your way downstairs, bidding your parents goodbye, and getting into your car. Marcus had gotten a motorcycle a couple of months ago but didn’t have his license. You were older than him by a few months, so you’d already had your license.

As the both of you got settled into the car, Marcus connected to the Bluetooth, playing the playlist he’d made for you, which consisted of some songs he liked, and a majority of the songs were ones that he knew you liked.

As you drove you could feel Marcus’s eyes on you. When you were stopped at a red light you turned to him, “What?”

“What do you mean?” He questioned you, eyebrows raised in confusion.

“I can feel you staring at me, you weirdo.” You laughed.

“You wish,” He scoffed, a smirk on his face. “No, but I was just thinking about how you don’t even really need makeup, I mean you look good with it, but you also look good without it.” He said with a clear of his throat, before turning to look out the window.

“Oh, thanks…” You said, turning to face the road ahead of you as you felt your heart flutter at his words.

You pulled into the school parking lot, driving around like a crazed maniac as you looked for a parking spot, “I told you we were gonna be late.”

“We still have like 2 minutes,” You said, as you pulled into a parking spot.

“Yeah, and our classes are like halfway across campus.”

“Shut up, we're wasting time.”

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You met with Marcus at your usual lunch table, which was isolated from the rest of the tables. The table sat right under a big oak tree, whereas the other tables were a long way from it. You walked through the grass field until you made it to the table where Marcus sat scribbling in his sketchbook.

“Hey, what are you drawing?”

“Holy fuck, you scared the shit out of me, Y/n!” His hand flew to his chest, as you laughed at the boy.

“Sorry, you must’ve been really focused,” You murmured before taking a bite of your lunch.

You reached over the table to try and get a look at his sketch but before you could he slammed the book shut.

“Alright,” You said, returning to your spot on the opposite end of the table.

It was quiet for a moment as you both ate, however you interrupted it with a question, “Who was it, Padma?”

Marcus looked up at you, eyebrows drawn together in confusion. “What no, it was no one.” He responded and you knew not to press him any further about it.

“And how do you even know about me and Padma?”

“I mean it’s pretty obvious, Marcus, for example, that hickey on your collarbone, I’m not stupid.” You said with raised eyebrows.

“I never said you were.” He responded gruffly.

You bit back a response, “And it’s none of your business either way.” He muttered with a shake of his head.

You purse your lips, unsure of how to respond.

“And me and Padma are nothing compared to you and Hunter.” He said which caused a scoff to fall from your lips.

“You’re insane Marcus Baker. Hunter and I are just friends.”

“Yeah, like me and Padma are just friends.”

You shook your head at his response, “Just like you were ‘friends’ with all the girls before Padma.”

You knew he and Padma had been seeing each other for a while now, but you’d never brought it up because you wanted Marcus to tell you. He had slowly been spending less and less time with you, always running off to do god knows what with her. However today, you’d just been tired of it, you had thought you guys told each other everything but maybe you were wrong. You had seen a glimpse of the drawing but it was clearly Padma. It irked you, and you weren’t quite sure why. Padma wasn’t the first girl Marcus had been with, there had been many before her. He thought he was good at hiding his flings but he wasn’t.

Truly you didn’t even know why he felt the need to hide them from you. You were his best friend.

“Honestly, I don’t know why you hid it from me or why you even felt the need to hide it from me, Marcus, I mean we’re best friends, I don’t understand-” Before you could say anything else Marcus stood up, leaving the Capri Sun that came with his lunch because he knew you loved them, before taking off.

You let out a sigh, using the straw attached to the Capri Sun and poking it in the pouch. You sipped on the juice, you were so deep in thought you didn’t realize Hunter was now standing beside you.

“Hey, you alright?” He questioned, taking a seat beside you.

“Yeah, ’m fine.” You said letting out a soft sigh as you stared at the bark of the tree in front of you.

“Well it’s Friday, Happy Friday, so turn that frown upside down!” He exclaimed, to which you awkwardly laughed, unsure of how else to respond to Hunter’s weird antics.

“You know I think I have just the thing to cheer you up,” He continued.

“Really, what-” You were interrupted by his lips being pressed against yours.

You pulled away once you realized what was happening, “Oh my god, Hunter, what the hell, dude!?”

“What, I thought you- I must’ve read-”

“Yeah, Hunter, you thought wrong, I- I don’t like you like that!” You exclaimed.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Y/n, I should- I should go,” He gestured, to which you nodded.

You let your head fall into your hands, “What the hell just happened…” You murmured.

The rest of your classes had gone by dreadfully slow, with not much happening in your classes.

You were now seated in your car waiting for Marcus. You looked up from your phone to see him getting into Padma’s SUV.

“Wow, really, Marcus…” You grumbled.

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It had been a few days and Marcus hadn’t talked to you, texted you, or even opened his curtains because your windows faced each other. This had never really happened before so you weren’t quite sure what to do, in the numerous messages you’d sent him you’d apologized about bringing up Padma and all his ex flings. Once a week had passed you were now annoyed.

“You know what, I’m not even gonna apologize anymore, y’know, why should I if he’s gonna ignore me anyways, might as well save my breath.” You ranted to Silver, you were both comfortably seated on a couch which was in one of the numerous hallways of Wellsbury High.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen him like this before, maybe he just needs some space?”

“He’s never needed space before, I just can’t believe he’s acting like this just because of what, me talking about Padma? God, he can be so infuriating sometimes, ugh!”

“What if, what if this is it? Almost 10 years of friendship down the drain over some dumb shit…” You said your eyes began to water, you glanced away, blinking to clear the tears.

“I’m sure he’ll talk to you soon, y/n/n, he’s just being dramatic, don’t worry,” She attempted to reassure you, her hand gently caressing your shoulder.

“Yeah,” You sighed, “Enough about me, what’s happening with you and Maxine?” You questioned after clearing your throat, ridding yourself of the emotion that had been previously heard in your voice.

“I don’t even know, sometimes I think she’s into me and then other times she’s talking about Sophie, I think she’s still in love with her.” She sighed.

“It’s her loss, you’re seriously amazing, Silver.”

“Thanks, if you weren’t so hung up on Marcus, I’d think you’d have a crush on me,” She giggled jestingly.

“What, me and Marcus, psst, yeah right. Like we’d ever be together, I- I can’t even picture it,” You shook your head.

“Mhmm, girl, you are head over heels for him and vice versa.”

“Now that’s absurd, Marcus is with Padma.” You once again shook your head ‘no’.

“Have you ever actually seen them, y’know kiss?” Silver inquired.

“Well no, but when he’s not with me, he’s with her and he’s been spending a lot less time with me.” You countered.

“Well, maybe they’re just friends, like how you and Marcus are just friends.” She raised her eyebrows.

You scoffed not believing for one second that Marcus and Padma were nothing but friends. As you were about to speak up once again, you saw a figure hurry past you, a figure that looked oddly like Marcus.

“I‘ve gotta go Silver, thanks for letting me rant to you, I’ll talk to you later.” You smiled in appreciation at the girl before hurriedly following the form ahead of you.

“Marcus?” You called out to the person, who seemingly began walking faster. It was definitely him. “Marcus! Stop, we need to talk!” You shouted at him, speeding up to grab his shoulder, and turning him to face you.

“What’s there to talk about?” He retorted, a glare besmirching his face.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Marcus.”

“I don’t need to Y/n, I have nothing to say to you.”

“Really? So that’s it. 8 years of friendship down the drain, because of what - a stupid fucking remark I made?” Marcus rolled his eyes, “Wow, I cannot believe this,” You shook your head in disbelief.

“I really don’t understand why you’re so touchy about your relationships, Marcus, but fine if that’s how you wanna be then I won’t bother you anymore.” Marcus stood silently, his face still formed in a scowl.

“I’m not gonna keep trying to mend our friendship if you’re not gonna bother to try either.”

“That’s the fucking problem Y/n I don’t give a shit to fucking fix our friendship, okay? And you, you are a fucking lying hypocrite!” He snapped at you, you took a step back at his accusatory tone.

“What the hell are you even on about Marcus, if you don’t wanna fix our fucking friendship then what the hell are we doing still talking?” You angrily muttered, your eyes beginning to glimmer as tears formed, hurt by your ex-best friend's words.

The hallways that were once filled with students, were suddenly deserted, neither of you heard the shrill ring of the bell, signaling the end of lunch.

You attempted to blink away the tears, turning away from Marcus as he went on, “I saw you and Hunter that day. You said there was nothing going on between you two. You lied to my fucking face, Y/n.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Not even 5 minutes later and you’re kissing him.”

“I-“

“And don’t even try to deny it, Y/n, I fucking saw you both, with my own eyes, okay?”

You huffed, multiple feelings coursing through you, “Clearly you didn’t see everything, or else you would’ve seen me shoving him off of me, you asshole!” You yelled at him, tired of being called a liar.

“Yeah right, Y/n.” He scoffed at you.

“God, I cannot fathom this,” You shook your head tired of this nonsense.

“If you want ask Hunter yourself for all I fucking care! I cannot believe I’m the hypocrite and liar when you’re the one lying about your relationship with Padma while walking around with fucking hickeys from her!”

“It wasn’t a fucking hickey, I fell off my skateboard and ate shit. And Padma and I are just friends, I don’t even have to fucking explain myself to you!”

“Neither do I!” You growled at him, through gritted teeth.

Your screaming match had caught the attention of multiple security guards, resulting in getting written up and sent to the principal’s office for skipping class, profanity, and a long list of other supposed offenses.

You and Marcus sat across from each other in uncomfortable hard plastic chairs that decorated the hall just outside the principal’s office.

“This is all your fault.” He spoke up after the long silence that had followed your fight.

You rolled your eyes at him, choosing to remain silent.

“If you had just left me alone and taken a hint this would’ve never happened.”

“Oh, well sorry for trying to be a decent human being and apologize and try to resolve our problems, oh, I don’t know, fix our fucking friendship.” You sarcastically muttered, words filled with venom.

Marcus was the one rolling his eyes now.

“You were just trying to make yourself feel better. All that lying and kissing Hunter and god knows who else probably made you feel guilty.” He scowled.

You didn’t hear the door of the Principal’s office open too blinded by fury. Before you could stop yourself, your hand was already meeting Marcus’s cheek.

“Ms. Y/l/n! You are suspended, effective immediately!” The Principal demanded in a raised voice.

You pulled your hand away from Marcus, both of your faces wearing nothing but shock on them. A red flush complimented Marcus’s face on the cheek which had been met with your palm.

The same palm stung with a slight pain, making you question how hard you had slapped him. Your eyes watered once again, as Marcus turned to face you, jaw clenched.

Had you really just slapped him? What the hell was wrong with you, you thought to yourself.

Marcus’s eyebrows were pulled together in what you could only assume was anger, however, it wasn’t anger but worry. Were you really telling the truth about you and Hunter? Did he push you too far? Would you guys even be able to come back from this after everything that had been said?

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Throughout your week of suspension, you had done nothing but lie in bed all day. When you went home that day, your parents had called you not long after you had arrived. The school had notified them of your suspension, the actions which led to the suspension, and that they’d sent you home immediately. To say they were upset was an understatement.

They couldn’t believe that you would slap Marcus. They were confused, and you were a little as well, still shocked at the fact that you had really slapped him. You remembered when you were younger and hit him, but that was different, you were a child who didn’t know how to contain themselves.

That evening you did nothing but cry, you felt so guilty for hitting your once best friend. Sad that your friendship was over. Mad at yourself for losing control and getting suspended.

It had been 6 days into your suspension, you hadn’t talked to anyone since that day, not even your parents, choosing to lock yourself in your room. Your curtains had been shut, not bothering to peek out the window and see what Marcus had been up to.

He had been debating going over to your house, and when he saw Hunter pull up in his SUV, anger began to fill him.

He knew it, you were lying and to think he had begun to feel sorry for all the things he’d said to you.

“Hey, Marcus!” The boy called out to him, simultaneously running up to him.

“Y/n lives in this house right?” He questioned as he pointed in the direction of the girl's house.

Marcus shook his head no, “Really? Silver must’ve given me the wrong address by accident.”

Marcus nodded silently, jaw clenched in anger which he tried his best to conceal.

“Anyways how’s Y/n? Did she tell you about what happened? Have you guys even talked since?”

“She didn’t need to tell me, I saw.” He responded by choosing to only answer that question.

“You did? Oh, shit man, I’m sorry, I guess I interpreted things wrong. I really liked her, but I shouldn’t have just kissed her like that, and I should’ve known she didn’t like me like that. I mean with how she looks at you she probably has feelings for you anyways, and she pushed me off her man, I didn’t mean to cause problems between you two.” He rambled on.

Marcus was taken aback by the words Hunter had said, “What the fuck did you just say?” He growled at the boy.

“What? That I kissed Y/n, I thought you said you saw?”

“Not that part dumbass, the part where she pushed you off her.”

“Well yeah man, I was tryna’ cheer her up and I thought we had y’know a mutual liking for each other so I just kissed her,” He shrugged.

“Why the fuck would you kiss her, let alone without asking her.” He spat out at the boy.

Before Hunter could say anything else, Marcus swung at him, hitting him straight in the nose, causing Hunter to stumble back.

“What the fuck, bro!?” He shouted, clutching his now bleeding and probably broken nose.

“I’m not your fucking bro. And that’s what you get for fucking touching Y/n without her consent, dickhead.” He angrily told the boy, before Hunter then took off toward his car.

He couldn’t fucking believe Hunter. Or himself. He should’ve believed Y/n, she had never lied to him before but he was so blinded by anger and his feelings for her that he had refused to accept the truth.

However, it was Padma that made him realize and accept his feelings for his best friend. He was telling the truth about him and Padma, they truly were just friends. Albeit he had intentionally been spending more time with her to try and make Y/n jealous in an attempt to get her to reciprocate the feelings which Marcus felt for her.

He couldn’t believe what a fucking idiot he was. And did Y/n have feelings for him too? Padma, Silver, Maxine, and now Hunter had claimed the girl was in love with him as well, but he figured there was no way a girl as amazing as his best friend felt anything for him.

But maybe they were right. All he knew was that he had to apologize to Y/n, beg for her forgiveness, and attempt to mend their relationship. Marcus had never been one for prayer but now he prayed that he hadn’t fucked up too terribly and that Y/n could find it in her heart to forgive him.

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Marcus skipped school the next day. He knew it was your last day of suspension and he reckoned he’d apologize, however, he figured it’d be better to show up with something rather than empty-handed. Marcus would do anything for you to forgive him, including bribing you with your favorite things.

He had already gotten your favorite flowers, candy, and another stuffed animal to add to your endless collection of them. He had also gotten you some eyebrow thing that he knew you had run out of the week before, as well as a little headband thing the sales lady told him you’d like. He had also created a playlist for you filled with songs he thought you’d like because he knew you had been wanting to find some new music to listen to, getting tired of some of the songs you had been listening to on repeat for a month now. He had drawn the Spotify barcode to the songs and labeled them with various text, like ‘listen to me, when you feel sad,” or “listen to me, when you want to escape reality for a little bit,”. He had put all the codes in a jar for you. The last thing he had gotten for you, was a drawing he’d done of you.

He’d put everything but your flowers in a gift bag in your favorite color. He had decided that it may be best to knock on your front door rather than going through your window, unsure if that would upset you seeing as you were - well he wasn’t sure what the two of you were anymore. If there were two of you anymore.

Marcus swallowed the lump in his throat, his fist met your front door as he repeated his apology in his head like a mantra. The knock on the door was met with nothing other than silence. Which prompted Marcus to knock on the door once again. There was still no response, so he resorted to calling you, albeit you didn’t answer. You left him with no choice. He made his way up and through your window, barely managing to keep your flowers and other gifts intact.

He was expecting to get yelled at as he set foot on the wood flooring of your room, but it was quiet and you were nowhere to be found. Marcus knew if you weren’t in your room you were most likely sitting on your back porch, sometimes you’d sit out there and curl up with the most recent book you couldn’t seem to put down, or just feel the wind kiss your skin as you watched the sunset. If not that, you’d be laying in the hammock that the two of you had begged your parents to get when you were 12. Marcus would often join you out there, only needing each other's company and nothing more.

As Marcus made his way through your house and to the french doors that led to your back porch he immediately spotted you sitting on the loveseat which faced your backyard. He pushed the doors open gently, not wanting to frighten you, he knew you got easily scared.

“Y/n/n?” He gently let your name escape his lips. You slightly jumped at the voice that sounded from behind you. You turn to face Marcus, face set in a stern glare, as you refused to meet his eyes. “Here to call me a lying hypocrite again?” You crossed your arms against your chest, in an attempt to keep your guard up, and not give in to the puppy eyes Marcus was giving you.

“Bub, I’m really sorry,” Marcus apologized, holding the flowers out for you to take.

“I don’t want your apology flowers, Marcus, and don’t call me bub, I’m not your bub anymore. I’m not your anything anymore, you made that clear when you didn’t care to try and fix our friendship.” You spat at the boy, shivering slightly as the wind began to pick up.

“That’s the thing, Y/n/n, I said I didn’t care to fix our friendship, because-”

“I really don’t want to hear it, Marcus,” You interrupted him, hugging yourself to try and get some warmth in the cold of the afternoon.

“Here,” He set your present down, pulled his hoodie off, and offered it to you.

You swatted the jacket away, “I don’t need your jacket Marcus, I’m fine.”

“Y/n you’re shaking. Take the jacket.” He held it out again.

“No, Marcus I don’t want your stupid jacket, matter of fact, I don’t even want to look at your stupid face!” You hissed at him through trembles.

“Y/n come on, stop being stubborn, you’re gonna get sick.”

“No, Marcus, just- just leave me alone, okay? Don’t call me, don’t come by my house, we’re done.”

(A/N: LMAO, did y’all get the reference? I couldn’t help myself, haha)

“No, Y/n, we're not done until you hear me out, okay, and then I will leave you alone if that’s what you really want…” Marcus said, “Now, please, either put my jacket on or let’s go inside and talk about this.”

You glared at the boy, shoving his jacket toward him again and walking inside the house.

You stood, arms crossed, still quivering.

Marcus had your gift in his hand and his jacket in the other.

Instead of trying to get you to put his hoodie on, he walked toward you and pulled it over your head. You let out a sigh, adjusting the hoodie on yourself. “Fine. Talk.”

“I’m sorry. I should have believed you when you said you and Hunter were just friends. I-I talked to him yesterday, and he told me what happened, what he did.”

“Is that why your hand is bruised?”

“Uh, yeah…”

“Does it hurt?”

“A little,”

“Good.”

Marcus laughed, “That’s fair, I guess.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed that the boy would hurt himself for you. You walked to the freezer, as you two were stood in the dining area beside the kitchen. You grabbed a bag of frozen peas and handed them to Marcus. He exchanged the peas for your gift, placing the bag of frozen peas on his hand to soothe it.

“Well, thanks, for punching him for me, I never even really liked him as a friend, but I didn’t really know how to tell him that.” You said, rubbing your arm, feeling awkward.

“Yeah, he’s a dipshit for kissing you like that.” Marcus shook his head.

“I’m sorry, Y/n I said some shit I didn’t mean because- I, I-” Marcus’s mouth opened and shut repeatedly as he attempted to get the words out. He shook his head, slightly flustered before he gestured to the gift in your hands.

You looked down at the gift bag in your hands, eyebrows pulled together in confusion. You removed the gift tissue from the bag, eyeing the various objects in the bag. You pulled out the various things in the bag, placing them on your kitchen island.

Your eyebrows scrunched up, how’d he know you need this? Or how did he know you had been wanting that plushy? “Y/n I don’t notice the small things you like, need, or do, because I’m your best friend. I notice how you play with your hair when you’re nervous, or how you bite your lip when you’re concentrated, how you rub your arm when you feel awkward, because, I love you, Y/n.”

“When I said I didn’t care to fix our friendship, I said it because, I don’t want to be your friend.”

“What- what are you saying, Marcus?” You gaze into the boy’s eyes.

Marcus steps closer to you, “Y/n, I am madly, deeply, overwhelmingly, in love with you. I want to be more than just your friend, and I’m sorry I ever hurt you, I just got so jealous and let my anger get the best of me. It took me a long time to realize that I’ve been in love with you since that day you punched me on the playground.” He let out a slight chuckle.

“No, you can’t be in love with me Marcus, okay? You’re, you’re with Padma, and she- she doesn’t deserve this. And you and me, we’re friends, that’s it. That’s all we’ve ever been,” You shook your head at the boy.

“Y/n, I swear to you, Padma and I are just friends. I mean she’s the reason I realized I was in love with you…”

You took in a shaky breath, shaking your head as you brought your hands up to your temples.

“Y/n, it’s okay, everything is alright,” He said, his hands placed on your shoulders.

“No, Marcus, everything is not alright, okay. This- this is not alright, this isn’t supposed to happen. We are friends. A relationship between us wouldn’t work, I mean were both too stubborn for our own good, and if we were to ever break up… we’d lose each other as more than friends, and friends. I mean ex’s can’t be friends, and-”

Marcus stopped your rambling, shutting you up by placing his lips on yours. His kiss took you back, literally, as your legs slightly trembled, causing you to take a step back. Marcus remained still, giving you a chance to pull away from the kiss, however, you did the opposite, returning the kiss and pulling him closer to you as you wrapped your arms behind his neck. You both poured all your love into the kiss, his hands cupping your face to deepen the kiss, your own running through his hair. You both pulled away to take a breath of air, foreheads leaning against each other.

“I- I love you too Marcus, since the day you stole that toy car from me.” You sighed in contentment finally being able to get those words off your chest after all these years.

You grinned tears of joy in your eyes. A tear ran down your cheek, prompting Marcus to swipe it away. You both had matching grins on your face, sitting at the island, as you began to really notice the jar and what was in it. The label on the jar read, “ Songs you’ll love as much as I love you.” While you were admiring the jar filled with music, Marcus pulled the drawing of you toward him, holding it in his hands. “This was what I had drawn that day at lunch. It wasn’t a drawing of Padma, it was a drawing of you. It’s always been you, Y/n.”

“Oh my god, that’s why you didn’t want me to see it… wow, you made me look so beautiful...” You murmured in amazement.

“You are beautiful, bub. You’re everything good in the world and more. And I have no idea how you thought I had been drawing Padma. Padma is pretty, but you- you’re ethereally beautiful, Y/n. You mean everything to me, and I never want you to ever think otherwise.”

“You mean everything to me too, bub. Nobody gets me like you…”

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A/N: This didn’t turn out how I planned, or how I really wanted, but I haven’t posted this week, and I’ve been trying to post every week, so I just decided I’d post it. I might rewrite it and post the other version later, or I might just write another best-friends-to-lovers trope, we’ll see.

Also, how do we feel about the use of you instead of Y/N, I don’t know how to feel about it… this was my first time describing the reader as you instead of Y/n, so yeah!

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Champagne Problems 2

marcus baker x female!miller!reader

warnings: mentions of vomit, nausea, mentions of food, panic attacks, i think that’s all…

fluff with a sprinkle of angst?

word count: 4.5k

italics = sign language

A/N: this will probably be a series bc i wanna add more to this :) i would've posted this earlier but i was struggling to edit the lil collage below 😭 also, i feel like the first one was better but i tried :/ & i will try to dedicate more time to writing bc recently i’ve been gaming a lot more + struggling to write an essay but anyways… try to enjoy?

unedited!

part 1 part 3

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You thought the Baker's reaction to your pregnancy would be worse. However, when both you and Marcus signed the words while simultaneously voicing that you were pregnant, they both wore a look of shock on their face, Max sitting on the couch with a wide grin. She practically threw herself at you and Marcus, pulling you both into a tight embrace.

“Oh my god, I-I don’t know what to say…” Ellen murmured, causing you to slightly frown, and Marcus to squeeze your hand in reassurance. Clint signed, “Well, at least I’ll be a young Grandpa,” He chuckled. Which caused a slight smile to grow on your face. “I wouldn’t say that this is the most ideal time for a baby, seeing as you both are so young, but just know you have our support, in whatever you choose to do. Being a grandma doesn’t sound too bad, the baby can call me Glamma!” Ellen began to ramble.

After you had told them your decision, they let you know that they’d be there for both of you, every step of the way. You felt the weight being lifted from your shoulders, pulling Marcus into a hug. You knew that you still had a long way to go, and you’d have to figure out how to raise a baby, where to raise your baby, and a lot more, albeit you had Marcus and he had you.

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You woke up due to nausea causing you to run to your bathroom, and fill the toilet with vomit. You felt a hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail, another on your back, rubbing soothingly. You knew immediately that it was your mother. Her presence seemingly relaxed you. “It’s okay, baby, let it out,” She murmured gently, her voice slightly rough due to the fact that she had just woken up.

Once you were done spilling your guts, you pulled away from the toilet, the horrid smell of vomit hitting your nose, causing you to once again reach for the toilet. After you were finished, you slammed the toilet lid shut, leaning your head against it, a sigh escaping your lips.

You sat there for a moment, before getting up, your mother helping you up, you quickly rinsed your mouth with mouthwash, following it up by brushing your teeth, as you tried to rid yourself of the taste of bile.

“Come on, why don’t you go get some more rest, darlin’,” Your mom ushered you to your room, tucking you into bed before placing a kiss on your head. You smiled at her before turning to face the window. You reached for your phone, debating on texting Marcus. However, when you saw that it was 4:30 am, you decided against it, not wanting to wake him up. You gazed out your window as you tried to go back to sleep. However, you couldn’t, you tossed and turned, the moonlight shining in your room, seeing as it was still dark out. Suddenly your window was thrown open, and a figure fell onto the wooden flooring of your room. You immediately sat up, slightly frightened before you heard the slight murmur of a “Shit,”.

You turned your bedside lamp on, “Marcus?” You questioned the boy, “What are you doing here?” You gazed at him curiously. “Georgia told me you were up because of morning sickness, so I thought I’d come over, not only because she practically threatened me but because I wanted to see how you and the baby are doing.” He tiredly smiled, eyes slightly drooping.

A gargantuan smile broke out on your face, a giggle escaping your lips, before you patted your bed, so he’d come to lay with you. “You didn’t have to come over, but thank you. And excluding the morning sickness, we’re doing just fine.” You responded, your hand finding its way to your flat stomach, which would soon be not-so-flat with a baby bump. Marcus placed his own hand atop yours, “I know, but I wanted to,” He grinned, before gently placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

His hands found your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, cuddling you. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.” He murmured. “I know,” You said, laying your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent, you let out a sigh. “What’s wrong?” He questioned. “Nothing, it’s just… I’m just kinda nervous about the appointment tomorrow- well, technically today.”

One of his hands left your waist, placing it atop your head. “Everything’s gonna go great, we’ve nothing to worry about, alright?”

“I know, I think it’s just cause, y’know it’s our first appointment…”

“Yeah, well let’s get some more sleep, everything’s gonna be okay, promise.” He smiled, before placing another kiss on your lips, causing you to smile against his lips. You pulled away, turning to shut off your bedside lamp. Out of the corner of his eye, your night light caught Marcus’s attention. He refrained from shutting it off, even though it slightly bothered him because he knew the gradual change of colors helped lull you to sleep, and you and the baby were the most important things in his life.

Marcus had drifted slightly away from you throughout the night- morning, which woke you up not even an hour later. You let out a whine, turning to find him practically at the edge of the bed, you scooted closer to him wrapping an arm and leg around his waist, the contact instantly relaxing you allowing you to drift off to sleep once again.

Marcus had gotten up a while before you, at around 9:30. Your doctor's appointment was at 12:30, so he figured he’d let you rest for another hour, while he went downstairs to make you a good, nutritional breakfast for you and the baby. He looked online and discovered that he should make you oatmeal, and decided he’d pair it with your favorite fruit and juice. Marcus placed your breakfast on a bed tray, making his way upstairs to your room, before running into Ginny and Austin. “Hey, I made some oatmeal, you guys can go ahead and get some, while I give this to your sister,” They both nodded in response, a small smile on their faces, Austin saying thanks.

Marcus opened the door to your room, placing the bed tray with your nutritious breakfast at the foot of the bed. He made his way toward you, gently rubbing your shoulder to wake you. “Princess, wake up I made you breakfast.” He gently voiced in an attempt to get you up. You grumbled slightly in your sleep, nuzzling your head closer to his hand. “Come on baby, it’s time to get up and eat, we gotta get you ready for your appointment,” He kissed your cheek, caressing the other one. You stirred, eyes slightly opening. Your eyes met Marcus’s brown ones staring at you with nothing but love and pure adoration, a small grin grew on your face.

“Hi, bub.”

“Morning, princess, you sleep well?” He laughed.

“Mhmm, amazing with you beside me.” You smiled at him, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. You stayed like that for a moment, as he returned the kiss, before quickly pulling away, nausea once again rising in you. “Oh god,” You murmured, getting up and making your way to the bathroom as fast as you could. Marcus was quick on your toes, as you lifted the toilet lid and threw up. Marcus gently held your hair away from your face, caressing your back.

You pulled away, throat and back aching. “I’m so done with this morning sickness,” You groaned out. “I wish I could make it stop.” Marcus said, to which you responded with, “It’s okay, it’ll all be worth it,” You smiled at him. You went through the process of cleaning your teeth and mouth of the taste of vomit, before pulling Marcus into a tight hug. “I love you. Thank you for being here for me and the baby.”

“It’s the very least, the minimum I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub.” He replied, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and the baby can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“It’s the very least, the minimum, I should be doing, you don’t have to thank me, bub. After all, you didn’t impregnate yourself.” He replied with a grin, arms around your waist. “By the way, I made you oatmeal, so you and bub can eat before we head to your appointment.” This caused you to smile at his thoughtfulness.

“Thank you, love, we appreciate you so much,” You said, your hand gently caressing your stomach which would soon have a bump, a sign of your healthily growing baby.

“Don’t thank me anymore, I’m just doing my part in making sure you and our baby are taken care of,” He insisted.

“Thank you,” You stubbornly insisted, a giggle escaping your lips. Marcus was about to lecture you once again before you shut him up with a kiss.

Marcus returned the kiss, as he pulled you closer to him, both of you melting into the adulation-filled kiss.

He pulled away, a whimper escaping your lips as you chased his own. “One more kiss, please?” You whined.

“You’re lucky you’re so cute.” He muttered, allowing you to press your lips against his own once again.

Once again, you eagerly kissed him, before he pulled away. “Alright, no more kisses until you eat your breakfast, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically.

Marcus guided you back to bed where your bowl of oatmeal sat on the breakfast tray, along with your favorite juice.

“Come on, baby, eat your oatmeal before it gets cold or else I’m gonna feed it to you myself.”

You sat down, stubbornly crossing your arms, “I was gonna eat it, but because you said that, now you get to feed it to me yourself.”

He sat in front of you a laugh escaping his lips, “Fine by me,” He responded.

Marcus grabbed the spoon scooping oatmeal into it before lifting it to your lips. As you were about to eat the oatmeal, Marcus moved his hand, oatmeal getting smeared on your nose.

“Oops, I didn’t mean to do that, love, I’m sorry.” Marcus let out a quiet laugh at the pout on your lips.

“I think I deserve another kiss as compensation,” You murmured, Marcus giving into your wants as per usual.

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Once you finished your oatmeal, you and Marcus got ready to go to your ultrasound. You insisted on doing your makeup because you wanted to look good to see your baby for the first time.

“Love, you already look amazing,”

“I know, but I wanna look even more amazing,” You said with a small grin.

“Alright, do you want me to braid your hair for you, while you do your makeup?”

“Pretty please,”

Marcus had been practicing braiding your hair, along with doing other styles as well, because he refused to be one of those dads that didn’t know how to style their daughter's hair.

Marcus nodded, standing behind you, “Alright, what do you want, French, Dutch?”

(A/N: I think you can dutch braid most hair types like curly, wavy, straight, and really tight curls, so I decided to keep this part in, if you have really short hair I guess this might not apply to you sorry! Imagine whatever braid/style you want!)

“You choose, baby,”

He decided on doing two Dutch braids, liking the way you looked with them. “And… done!” He said tying the end of the braid with a hair tie. “How do they look?”

“Wow, they look really good, bub, thank you,” You smiled at him, looking at the practically perfectly done braids.

“Your welcome, love, are you ready now?”

“Yup,”

“Alright, let’s start heading downstairs.”

You both made your way downstairs, running into Austin and Ginny in the living room, ever since you booked your ultrasound, they’d been begging to go with you and Marcus, and you just couldn’t say no to them.

“You guys ready?” You questioned them, and they both jumped up practically buzzing with excitement as soon as they heard your voice. “Yeah, we’ve been waiting for you two to hurry up!” Ginny exclaimed. “Alright… where’s Mom?” You asked. “Dunno,” Austin shrugged.

You let out a small sigh, before calling out for Georgia. “I’m comin’!”

“Mom, we gotta go before we're late!” You called back. You heard footsteps on the stairs, before your mom, Georgia, appeared on the landing looking extra as ever, as per usual. Suddenly Max barged in, “Oh my gosh, guys, this is it, is everyone ready?! I’m so excited, let’s go, go!”

Max and Ginny ended up riding with Georgia, and Austin insisted on riding with you and Marcus.

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Everyone sat cramped in the small appointment room, with you sitting on the examination table, Marcus holding your hand, as he stood next to you. Everyone was talking about everything and nothing at all at the same time, however, as soon as the ultrasound tech walked in everyone went silent.

“Wow, it looks like we have a party in here!�� She laughed, in an attempt to break the silence.

“Yeah, everyone really wanted to come with us.” You replied, giving a small smile to the woman.

“Well, it’s no problem at all, now, why don’t we get started? I assume you’re the father?” She gestured to Marcus, this prompted Max to pipe in, “Oh him? That’s so funny!” She laughed, “No, no, I’m the father.” She nodded seriously causing you to giggle quietly.

“Oh, uh…alright, we do get a lot of interesting couples in here.” The woman chuckled awkwardly.

“She-she’s kidding that’s- I’m the father.” Marcus nodded.

“Oh, okay…” She quietly answered.

“Alright, if you could just lay down for me, and lift your shirt a little just to expose your stomach, so I can apply the gel.” You nodded, doing as she said.

“Okay, it’s gonna feel a little cold,” She murmured before she applied the gel, “Now, this just helps the machine produce a clearer image as well as sound,” You slightly shivered as the cool gel met your skin.

(A/N: Idk what I’m saying tbh, just go with it…)

“Alrighty,” She grabbed the ultrasound probe, placing it on the skin where the gel had just been placed, “This can take a few moments to produce an image of the fetus,” She explained, moving the probe back and forth.

You simply nodded, as everyone intensely gazed at the ultrasound screen, just waiting for something to pop up. “So, it looks like you’re around 10 weeks pregnant, does that sound about right?”

You and Marcus nodded before she continued on, “So, because this is your first pregnancy, your bump can take a while to start showing, but you should start showing at around 12 weeks,”

“Now, I can’t seem to find- ah, there they are, oh my-”

“What, i-is something wrong?” You blurted out, beginning to sit up, worry immediately filling you as you gazed at the image displayed on the screen of the machine, Marcus’s grip on your hand tightened.

“Oh, no, no, nothing like that honey, it’s just- congratulations, you’re having twins!” She grinned.

“Twins?” Everyone exclaimed.

“Oh my god, we're having twins,” Marcus exclaimed, turning to you, he couldn’t stop himself from pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. You both pulled away, tears in your eyes.

“So, I’m seeing two placentas, this just means the twins are fraternal, not identical, right now the babies are about the size of a strawberry, now let me see if I can find their heartbeats,” She once again moved the ultrasound probe back and forth.

“Aww, there just two little twin strawberries hanging out in your uterus,” Max exclaimed in the background, causing Georgia to laugh and Austin to question what a uterus was. Ginny attempted to explain it to the young boy without explaining too much, resulting in Austin understanding that a uterus was your tummy. “I have oatmeal in my uterus,” He told Ginny. Which prompted everyone to burst out laughing. “I’ll just explain it when you’re older,” Ginny murmured.

A small yet strong thumping began emitting from the machine. “There they are, so far so good, the heartbeats sound nice and strong, the placentas seem to be forming properly, and everyone appears to be nice and healthy.” She smiled as tears escaped your eyes as you listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat, “Sorry,” You gave a teary-eyed smile to the woman in apology, Marcus gently wiped your tears with his thumb, before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You were so happy your babies were healthy, but never in a million years did you think you’d be having twins. That was twice the crying, twice the cost, twice the feeding, and bathing. You tried not to show it but you were stressed. You and Marcus were going to raise not just one baby, but two small innocent humans, who were dependent on both of you.

“Don’t worry, almost every single parent cries when they first see their baby, in your case babies,” She grinned, grabbing an antiseptic wipe to remove the gel from your stomach. “Well, I’m gonna print the sonogram images for you, before I forget to mention it on your way out don’t forget to schedule you’re next appointment, we recommend you come in at least every 4 weeks.”

“Yes, we will do that, thank you,” You responded, pulling your shirt down, to its normal resting place now that the sonogram was over.

You sat up from your lying position, “I-I’m gonna go use the restroom,” You hurriedly murmured, before walking out of the room. You let out a breath, searching for the restroom, once you spotted it you quickly made your way to it. You slammed the door shut, locking it, taking a few more deep breaths in an attempt to not panic.

Albeit all you could think about was the twins in your uterus. Which caused you to slightly panic and spiral. But you were carrying twins you can’t panic, that’s not good for the baby. Before you knew it you were sitting on the restroom floor, having a panic attack. “I c-an’t do… t-this,” You quietly stuttered out through your tears, as they continued to cascade down your face. You tried to calm yourself down again but failed.

Suddenly a knock sounded from the other side of the door, “Bub, are you okay in there?” You heard Marcus question. “Mhm,” You managed to get out, a whimper escaping, as you tried to hide your sobs. “Baby, let me in, I can tell you’re not okay, please,” He quietly said through the door, his head leaning against it.

“Okay,” You sniffled as you stood up, unlocking the door, and allowing Marcus to walk in.

He immediately pulled you into a hug at the sight of you in distress. “What’s wrong, love?” He asked as you clung to him, tears rolling down your cheeks still. You attempted to get the words out, however, you’re breathing was too quick and uneven for you to get anything out. “Baby, you need to calm down okay? Listen to my heartbeat, and just follow my breathing, okay?” He told you in a questioning manner, pulling you in tighter, wanting to somehow squeeze out whatever was causing your tears.

You nodded, your head pressed against his chest as you listened to his calm heartbeat. Somehow listening to his relaxed heartbeat and being in his arms soothed you, following as he took a deep breath in and exhaled. Both of you stood there for a moment, a comforting silence enveloping you.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

Marcus shook his head, “You have nothing to apologize for baby, just please tell me what’s wrong?”

“It’s just- we’re having twins, Marcus, I mean, I was scared shitless when I found out I was pregnant with a baby, but now we’re gonna have two. I mean we’re barely gonna graduate, and I mean- how can we afford two babies!? I know you have your job, but- this is two babies, not just one anymore! And where are we gonna live? With my mom? Your parents? A-and what about college? I-I don’t know how you’re not freaking out, w-why aren’t you freaking out?”

Marcus simply smiled at you, “Because I love you, Y/n Miller, and I know no matter what, as long as I have you, and our families, we’re gonna be alright. We’ll figure everything out, I promise you,” He said his hands now gently holding your face in his hands, so you could look at him. “Just please don’t stress about this, it’s not good for you, or our precious cargo,” He grinned.

“You’re crazy.” You stared at him and all his calmness, causing him to laugh.

“Crazy in love with you? Yes, very much.”

“I probably look a mess now,” You said with a slight hint of sadness, as you fell into his arms once again.

“Well, if you look like a mess, then you’re the most beautiful mess I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“Hey!”

“What? It’s a compliment, come on,” He said, pulling you toward the mirror.

“See, still stunning, as always.” He told you, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“Wow, my makeup looks pretty good still…” You said, grabbing a paper towel and patting the tear tracks away.

“That’s all you baby,”

“No, I think it’s that new setting spray I got.” You smiled lightly.

Another knock echoed off the restroom walls interrupting you, followed by Ginny’s voice, “Y/n/n are you okay in there? You’ve been gone a while… Marcus was supposed to come get you but he probably got lost, he’s kinda an idiot-” she was interrupted by a squeaky voice speaking up, “Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say, Ginny.” Austin said.

“I mean, is she lying though?” Max questioned.

“Honey, you alright?” Your mom called out after, as you and Marcus tried to contain your laughs.

“Maybe she’s not in there,” Max murmured.

You opened the door, being met with your family huddled around the door, “I’m fine guys, just a little worried, and hormonal, but besides that, fine.” You gave them a reassuring smile.

“Well, come on then, we gotta set up you’re next appointment,” Georgia said, nodding toward the front desk.

You all began walking toward the desk as you overheard Marcus, “Thanks for sticking up for me bud,”

Austin nodded, “You’re welcome, Ginny’s just a big old grump.”

“You’re right about that, Max too,” He replied teasingly, causing both girls to roll their eyes as you laughed at the conversation taking place.

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You texted Padma images of the ultrasound seeing as she wasn’t able to make it. She congratulated you, her messages filled with love and excitement. Seeing as it was Saturday, the rest of the day was spent with your families, Clint and Ellen joining everyone at your house. They both sat in amazement as they stared at the sonogram images of your little strawberry twins.

“Wow, two healthy babies! We’re gonna have our hands full, again!” Clint signed.

“I know, I wonder if it’s because you and Maxine are twins Marcus,” Ellen murmured.

“Actually the ultrasound tech said something about it affecting ovulation, so Max would be twice as likely to have twins than me, or if one of our babies is a girl, she’d be more likely too. We just got lucky, I guess,” Marcus explained to his parents.

“Alright, remind me to never try for kids then, we don’t need two pairs of twins running around. That’s chaos is what that is.” Max laughed.

“I mean I’m sure you guys will be fine though,” She smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I can’t just wait to meet our little twins!” Georgia spoke, as you were all lounging around in the living room.

“Were they able to tell if they’re gonna be identical or fraternal? I don’t remember how many weeks I was when they were able to tell us, with Max and Marcus.” Ellen asked, Clint nodding in support of the question.

“They’re fraternal, thankfully, I don’t know how we would do it if they were identical. I mean we’d probably mix them up while they’re babies…” You answered while signing.

“There are actually a few tricks to tell them apart when they’re babies, like name bracelets or, painting their toenail a certain color, stuff like that,” Ellen responded.

“Yeah, and you guys might need to use some of those tricks, I mean, Max and Marcus looked almost identical when they were babies,” Clint informed you.

“Well then,” You smiled nervously, leaning into Marcus's arms even more. He rested his chin on the top of your head, as you sighed into his neck, beginning to feel slightly tired.

“You feel alright?”

“Mhm, just a little tired…”

“Wanna go nap for a little bit?”

“No, it’s okay, we can hang out down here a little longer if you want.”

“Y/n/n don’t make me drag you upstairs, if you’re tired, go nap,” Ginny said seriously.

“Yes, ma’am, I guess I’ll see everyone later,” You said, before Marcus helped you up and to your room. He closed your curtains to block the evening sun, before pulling the sheets back, allowing you to get into bed. You lay down, letting out a sigh in comfort, patting beside you for Marcus to join you.

He gladly obliged, cuddling you once he laid down. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming and comforting scent. “You feel a little bit better about having twins?”

“Yeah, especially since your parents have experience in that department, I still can’t believe it.”

“I know, we’re having twins,” He murmured.

“Yup, I wonder what gender they’ll be…” You mumbled.

“Me too, but as long as they’re healthy, that’s all that matters.” He said as he caressed your back with his hands, rubbing it soothingly.

“Mhmm,” You hummed, you’re breathing slowing as you began to fall asleep.

“Love you, bub,” You sleepily muttered.

“I love you too,” Marcus responded before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “Sweet dreams, baby.” He whispered as you drifted off.

He pulled you closer to him as he began to drift off as well. Your favorite place was in his arms and his favorite place was you.

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A/N: there are alot of like nicknames in this, lmk which one y'all think marcus would call the reader bc i really am unsure, also how do we feel about "princess" i think it's cute but ik it gives some ppl the ick... anyways have a great rest of your day/night/morning! 💞

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Here For You

Marcus Baker x female!reader

word count: 4.5k

warnings!: mentions of depression, anxiety, a panic attack, i think that’s all…

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Y/n knew Marcus could struggle with his depression and anxiety at times, so she tried her best to be there for him, whenever he needed her, she was right there.

She was always trying to remind him all the time of the love she had for him. To support him in his darkest times.

From the simple things, like cuddling him until he finally felt something, to cooking him something and making sure he ate every last bite no matter how long it took him. She was there when the world just felt like too much for him.

Marcus stared off into space, seemingly out of it. Y/n had been talking to the boy, he could see her lips forming the words, but couldn’t hear what they produced. All of a sudden it’s like every person walking past the pair had their eyes glued to him, staring at him. The murmuring of students talking amongst themselves somehow seemed to get louder. The squeaking of their beat-up sneakers meeting the shiny linoleum floor sounded at max volume. It’s as if all at once he was hearing everything and nothing at all. His heart seemed to ache, and clench, his throat feeling as if it was closing up, losing his ability to breathe in oxygen. His eyes clamped shut, hands flying to his ears trying to stop the loud chaotic noises which flowed through them. He took in deep gasps of air trying to regulate his breathing. “One, two, three, four, five.” He murmured, his face stuffed into his legs which he’d pulled toward his chest.

“What’d you say?” Y/n turned to the boy, she had been ranting about family problems, as she looked into the distance.

Her eyes were met with the boy huddled, panic radiating off of him in waves. How could she have not noticed he had been having a panic attack? “Oh god, Marcus, hey, hey, hey, it’s okay, look at me bub, okay?” She told him, her hands lifting his head to face her. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, as he silently wished he could just disappear, as he continued to take deep shaky breaths in, the more he tried to regulate his breathing the more erratic his heartbeat got.

Y/n brought her hands to Marcus' face, gently caressing his jaw in soothing circular motions. “Focus on me honey, everything’s gonna be okay.” She said calmly, nodding her head to him. She gently grasped his hand, placing his hand against her wrist, “Squeeze my wrist, feel my heartbeat..” Her other hand moved to clasp the back of his neck.

Marcus's breathing had somewhat slowed, however, it was still beating quite fast, “Bub, I want you to tell me five things you can see, okay?”

The boy nodded quickly, “The- the lockers…, my-my shoes, that b-blue recycling bin, an old book …- on the floor, a p-poster.” He took a deep breath, stuttering out his answers, continually trying to calm himself.

“Good, okay, you’re doing great baby, now tell me four things you can feel,” She said his hand now being held in one of hers.

“I c-can feel the cold AC, the hard brick wall b-behind me, y-your… h-hand in mine, the material of m-my hoo-... hoodie.” He let out.

“I’m so proud of you, you’re amazing bub,” She responded placing a kiss on his hand, “Now give me 3 things you can hear, okay,”

He inhaled a deep breath, before exhaling, “A locker being s-shut, laughing, and… m-music.”

“Good, you’re doing even better baby, now 2 things you can smell, okay,”

“Y-your perfume, and oranges…” He says, letting out a deep sigh.

“Now, 1 thing you can taste,”

“I can’t taste shit right now, Y/n/n” he lets out a laugh, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

“Alright, alright,” She giggled, running her hands through his brown strands of hair.

Marcus let out another deep sigh, continuing to nuzzle his face deep into his girlfriend’s neck, taking in the scent of her comforting perfume, his breathing much less erratic.

“Better?”

“Yeah..” He whispers, voice shaky still.

The bell rang as the couple sat in the hall still, wrapped in their own little bubble, Y/n trying to protect Marcus from the world.

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However, it had come to the point where Y/n’s sole focus was Marcus and nothing else. Not herself, not her school work. She was so deeply in love with the boy, she’d truly do anything for him.

These past few weeks had been especially hard on both, Y/n and Marcus. It was the 1 year anniversary of Marcus's best friend's death.

Marcus laid in bed most days, not having been to school for more than a week. Something as simple as brushing his teeth seemed to be too difficult of a task to do.

He felt completely and utterly alone no matter how much Y/n tried to hug him so tightly he’d feel her immense love for him.

Y/n hadn’t been feeling the best either, to be honest. Trying to be positive for Marcus all the time was draining her. Seeing him so depressed and lacking motivation seemed to be taking quite a toll on her, leaving her feeling useless, not being able to help her boyfriend, no matter how desperately she wanted to.

Most days she spent twisting and turning all night, exhausted but unable to sleep. Her mornings consisted of drinking coffee to give her some form of energy throughout the day and covering her under-eye bags with hefty amounts of concealer.

Y/n sat at the lunch table, barely able to keep her eyes open. Continuously shutting them, then having to practically pry them open, “You alright, Y/n/n?” Abby questioned the girl which looked anything but alright.

“M’fine,” She responded, plastering a false smile on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Abby nodded in response, obviously not believing the girl.

“How’s Marcus been doing?” The redhead decided to ask.

“Not so good, I just wish there was something I could do to help him. It’s the worst he’s been in a while, and I try and try, but nothing seems to help,” She shakes her head in disappointment at herself.

“Maybe he just needs some space to heal on his own…?”

“I don’t want him to think I don’t care about him anymore or, or worse, that I’ve stopped loving him because of some mental illness.”

Abby nodded, saying nothing more, and just being there for her friend.

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By the end of the school day, Y/n wasn’t feeling too well but decided she’d stop by Bluefarm and get Marcus his favorite dish from the restaurant in another feeble attempt at trying to somewhat cheer the boy up, or at least motivate him to sit up and eat, he was skinny already, and had been getting thinner as the days went on.

Y/n opened the front door to the Baker household and walked in. She and Marcus had been dating for a little over a year, and most days she was at his house, which was basically a second home to her.

Ellen had even given her a key. Y/n entered the house and is met with Max sprawled out on the couch in the living room, scrolling on her phone.

“Hey, Max, any changes?”

“Nope, nada, zilch.”

“I even offered to show him my old cringy TikTok’s. He didn’t even respond!” She shrugged.

She silently nodded, turning and rolling her eyes at the girl, like cringy TikTok’s were gonna magically cure her twin brother's crippling depression. At times Y/n felt bad for Marcus, him having to take the backseat all the time due to his sister always having to be the center of attention.

The girl made her way upstairs to check on Marcus. Walking in she was met with his mess of a room, and him lying in bed which had become his permanent spot as of recently.

“Hey bub, I brought you your favorite!” Y/n cheerily told the boy, slightly wiggling the bag at him.

The boy’s worn-out brown eyes burned into the wall behind her. The only response she received was him turning to face the opposite side of his bed, away from Y/n. She let out a quiet sigh, setting the food down on Marcus's side table. Her eyes glanced over the mess of the room, figuring she might as well try and clean up his room a little while she was there.

Y/n began grabbing the clothes that were haphazardly thrown around the room, and placing them in the hamper. After she began grabbing all the trash in the room, which ranged from old soda cans to bags of chips which she didn’t even want to know how long they’d been there for. The trash made a noise as they fell into the trashcan causing Marcus to turn and look at what his girlfriend was doing.

“What are you doing?” He questioned in a monotone voice, almost sounding like a statement rather than a question.

Y/n looked up, a smile growing on her face at the boy speaking. “Trying to tidy up your room for you, Y’know maybe it'll make you feel a little better, being in a clean space-”

“Can you just not, Y/n… I don’t need you to clean my room for me, okay?” The girl silently nodded at the boy who seemed to be a little upset at her for trying to help him.

“Did you hear when I said I got you Bluefarm?”

“Yes, I heard you the first time Y/n, I’m not deaf like my dad.” The boy said with a bite to his tone, even mustering the ability to roll his eyes at her. Marcus wasn’t exactly sure as to why he was acting like such a dick. Maybe it had to do with Y/n always being there, he didn’t have any space for himself. No time to deal with his depression by himself, and people always crowding him, pushing themselves onto him. He just needed time. It especially irritated him when Y/n did things like this, doing everything for him. He felt like a fucking useless baby.

“Okay,” Y/n murmured quietly, pursing her lips.

“Well, uh, do you want me to get anything for you, water? Or-”

“No, can you just stop Y/n, I- I don’t want your help okay? I’m not a fucking useless child, stop treating me like one. God, if I wanted you here, I would’ve texted you, okay? If -if I had wanted to talk to someone I would’ve called my fucking therapist, so can you just leave, okay, I don’t want you here. I just wanna be by myself for a little, but clearly, that’s too fucking much to ask of you.” He angrily spat at the girl.

Y/n’s eyes widened more and more at each sentence that left the boy's mouth. She nodded, not knowing what to say. She turned before he could see the tears forming in her eyes, quickly running down the stairs and out of the house, without uttering a word to anyone.

She slammed the door to her car, and it was as if it was a dam breaking. The salty tears streamed down her face, warming her cheeks. All she had wanted was to be there for him, help him. But he clearly didn’t want her help. She had gotten that now.

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Y/n woke up the next morning her eyes swollen, and aching. She laid in bed, not going to school that day. She didn’t feel like dealing with anyone today. The night before she had come home a mess, still crying silently. Her parents immediately knew something had happened with Marcus, Y/n rarely cried like this, they had given her space and told her she could stay home for the next few days if she wanted.

She let out a sigh, Marcus's words from last night still on repeat in her brain. She got up, slapping some water on her face, before going downstairs to her kitchen, wrapped up in the warmth of her comforter. She grabbed a pint of her favorite ice cream before settling on the couch in the living room, creating a nest for herself. She turned the TV on to watch Scooby-Doo in an attempt to take her mind off things.

She had gotten a couple of texts from Abby, all asking why she wasn’t at school or where she was, however, she couldn’t be bothered to respond, shutting her phone off.

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Y/n hadn’t been to school or visited Marcus in a few days, leaving Marcus to feel guilty for saying the cruel things he had. He did need space, but he shouldn’t have told her it the way he did. The space had left him missing Y/n, but it also made him realize how dependent he was on her, and her on him. After the weeks he’d spent bathing in this deep depression he finally felt a little better. His mind felt somewhat clear now, not as lost and muddled as before. He got up and took a shower, the first shower in a few days which he was sort of ashamed of. The shower was good for him, helping him feel better. He changed his bedsheets, before returning to his bed. He had gotten up, and showered, he figured that was more than enough progress in a day than he had made in a while.

His phone dinged with a message from Abby, which read, “Hey, has Y/n been to visit you? She hasn’t been to school in a couple of days now. She’s not responding to my texts… whenever I go over her parents always tell me she’s sleeping. I’m worried about her.”

Marcus wasn’t sure how to respond to the message, clearly, this had something to do with him going off on Y/n. “No, I kind of went off on her a few days ago. I didn’t mean to, I was just frustrated and took it out on her.” He typed.

Another text came in, “After everything she’s done for you, Marcus? Really? God, guys are so dumb. Did you apologize?”

“No… I know I need to but I just needed some space…” He sent.

“Well, now you’ve got it, huh.”

Abby was right, he was dumb.

Marcus sighed, he knew he had to go apologize to Y/n however he just couldn’t bring himself to get out of his bed again. He had decided he’d go the next day and make things right.

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Marcus had done it. He was out of his bed and stood on the steps of Y/n’s house. It was around the middle of the day, and he could see her parent’s cars were nowhere in sight, meaning Y/n was the only one home.

He rang the doorbell, expecting to hear footsteps, something, however, he was met with silence. He stood there for a few seconds, reaching up to ring the doorbell once again. And once again, silence. So, he rang the doorbell, again, again, again, and again. He knew Y/n was stubborn but so was he, and he wouldn’t leave until she at least answered the door.

He heard feet stomping toward the door, finally, he thought. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” The girl practically ripped the door from its hinges, her voice dripping in anger and annoyance. When her eyes met his her eyes widened as did his. His beautiful girlfriend stood wrapped in a blanket, her hair a mess atop her head and eyes bloodshot red, lips chapped. The girl attempted to slam the door on him, but he stopped it with his foot in between the door and the frame.

“Bub, please.” He pleaded.

“You wanted space Marcus, I’m giving you space.” She responded, her voice slightly raspy. She pushed his foot out, closing the door, and trotted off angrily. Y/n knew technically she had no right to be angry at Marcus, but it was either that or feeling bad for herself, and she had enough of the latter. He wanted space, so he was gonna get it and maybe it’d be good for her as well.

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Y/n had returned to school the day after, she hated getting behind on work. Marcus wasn’t anywhere to be seen. However, Y/n was surprised to see him at school the following day, immediately darting off in the opposite way of his direction. She ignored him like the plague.

Marcus had had enough space it had been almost a week of Y/n ignoring Marcus. He had tried everything to try and catch her at school to talk, but she always somehow managed to slip away from him. He figured she had needed space as well so he respected that, but he was tired of this.

Marcus once again stood outside of Y/n’s house, this time he had a different approach, an approach he was quite used to using. The window, it never failed him. He had successfully climbed the tree by her window, attempting to pull the window. Which listened, being pulled up. Success, he thought. He stumbled into the girl's room, once a common occurrence.

The girl looked up hearing the crash of something, pulling one of her headphones out, as she glanced up quickly before returning to her homework. Wait a minute- she looked up again, Marcus.

A sigh escaped her lips, returning her headphone to her ear. Just ignore him, give him space, she thought to herself.

“Y/n please, are you seriously going to ignore me, when I’m standing right in front of you, talking to you.”

Silence.

He walked to her bed, and sat in front of her, as she continued to work on her homework. Reaching up to her ear, he pulled one of her earbuds out.

“Marcus, stop it.”

“Come on y/n/n, can we just talk, please.” He said, gesticulating as he spoke.

She snatched her earbud from him as he spoke, placing it back in her ear.

“Are you serious right now?” He questioned.

Her eyes remained glued to her homework. This time he grabbed both of the earbuds, shoving them into his pocket.

“Marcus, seriously, you’re beginning to piss me off.” She muttered through clenched teeth.

“Good at least I can get something out of you other than silence.” He replied.

“Get out. I want you to leave.” Marcus sat there for a second, “Now, Marcus.” Her tone became slightly higher in pitch as she got angrier by the second.

“Y/n-”

“I’m trying to give you the space you so desperately want Marcus.” She said, getting up and marching toward her bedroom door.

“I’m-”

“Marcus, leave before I shove you out the fucking window, or worse get my dad.” The words flew from her mouth harshly.

He swallowed as she gripped the door knob. His eyebrows pulled together, unsure of what to do.

“Pease, y/n/n,”

She turned to open the door, but before she could leave he pulled her against him, and into an embrace.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” He whispered to her.

Y/n froze for a second, missing the feeling of his arms around her, but she broke out of those thoughts, shoving him off of her, “You don’t want to leave fine then, I’ll leave,” She said. She hastily made her way downstairs, Marcus, following behind her, no longer caring if her dad saw him. She walked past her parents in the living room, sliding her slippers on that were strewn by the front door, beginning to walk out and onto the driveway. It must’ve begun sprinkling while they had been in Y/n’s room, feeling small droplets falling on their skin.

“Y/n, where are you going!”

“Away from you Marcus! Did it occur to you that maybe you’re not the only one who needs space!” She said walking into the street, she wasn’t sure where she was going, but she knew it was away from him. The boy that had hurt her deeply, after she tried and tried to help him. After she put him and his needs, and wants, before her very own.

As she stomped away from the boy, rain began to pelt down harder.

“Y/n, I’m sorry, okay! I’m an asshole! I don’t know what more you want from me!” He shouted over the rain.”That’s the problem, Marcus!” She shouted back, wiping her wet hair away from and out of her face. Marcus gazed at the girl, his eyebrows drawn in confusion.

“I- I love you, Marcus, so much!” She continued to yell over the rain, “I do everything and anything you want, to make you happy, to help you! But it’s like, you don’t even notice it, you don’t appreciate it! And fine, that’s okay, I can accept that because I love you! You ask for space, I give you space! I want space, and you can’t respect that! You- you climb through my window and invade my space! I would never speak to you again, Marcus, if that’s what you wanted, no matter how much it would pain me to do, I’d do it! I just- sometimes I think I love you too much for my own good! I love you more than I love myself! But, I don’t care! I just- I want to know that you love me, as much as I love you! That you truly missed me, my presence! Because, sometimes it feels like you don’t, Marcus!” She sniffled, her tears mixing with the rain, the pair shivering in the cold of the rain.

Marcus remained quiet as he took in his girlfriend's words.

“I-” Y/n’s voice was shaky and raspy, “I know you struggle with your depression and anxiety, and I know that I’ll never know what that’s like, and If I could I would take all that away, so you wouldn’t have to go through all that, Marcus! Believe me, I would do it, in a heartbeat, but I can’t.. So I’m here! Here when you need me! Here when you want me! Here when you don’t need me! It’s draining, Marcus! I’m- I’m so tired! This most recent state of yours, I couldn’t sleep because I was so worried about you! Because I always put myself before you! And it’s not your fault, I don’t want you to think that this is on you or your depression, because it’s not, it’s me! I can’t stop loving you! I- I can’t stop needing you! I can’t stop being there for you! I don’t even know who I am without you! I’m- I’m nothing… without you!” Y/n sobbed, her hands clasped against her head, frustrated with herself, teeth beginning to chatter.

Marcus couldn’t tell if the droplets on his face, were from tears or the rain, or both.

“Maybe, maybe, we’re not meant to be together Marcus, because this… it’s not healthy. I didn’t want to admit it but… I depend on you too much. You're the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last before I fall asleep. You deserve someone, someone who’s not so clingy. Someone who can truly help you through your depression, who can help you stay afloat. Someone better than me.” Y/n spoke, her throat beginning to ache from all the shouting over the rain.

Marcus walked toward the girl, grasping her face in his hands, “I love you, Y/n. I love you with every fiber in my being, I- I would do anything for you, trust me. You don’t know how much you mean to me. And I’m- I’m so sorry I never showed you how much you mean to me, how much I appreciate you. I- I depend on you maybe even more than you depend on me because you’re right. You’re always there for me, and I love you so much for that. You hear me Y/n, I love you, so fucking much, and I’d be lost without you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice how exhausted you’ve been. I’m sorry for being such a dick. I’m sorry for not showing you how much I appreciate you, love you, missed you. You’re the one who deserves so much more Y/n. Because you are more than enough for me, you could have had any guy you wanted, but you chose me. I’m so grateful for that, and I’ll start showing you more, I promise.” He said caressing her face in his hands, as she sniffled.

“I love you, Y/n, and I swear to god, if you give me another chance, I’ll do better, I promise. Please, please don’t give up on us.” His voice broke, “ I know we may not have the most healthy relationship, but I don’t care. I love you, you love me, that’s all that matters. We can fix this, and continue to grow together and separately and still be together, please bub. I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that, I will never, never do that again. I’ll talk to you more about how I’m feeling, I’ll start seeing my therapist more often, I’ll do anything.” Marcus cried as the rain continued to pour down.

Y/n nodded, sniffles still coming from the girl.

Marcus pulled her into a tight hug, almost squeezing the life out of her, Y/n returning the tight embrace, clinging to him. Tears silently streamed down both their faces. The pair stood in silence under the rain which had slowed to a light drizzle. Marcus pulled away from the embrace after a few minutes. He gazed into Y/n’s eyes, which he loved so much and that returned the same fond gaze before pulling her into a kiss. They couldn’t remember the last time they’d kissed, let alone a kiss like this one filled with love and fervor. As the couple pulled away from the kiss gently, eyes catching a rainbow in the distance.

“I love you, Marcus Baker.” Y/n sniffled.

“I love you more, Y/n Y/l/n.” He grinned at the girl in his arms.

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A/N- I don’t really know how to feel about this… but anyways I probably didn’t depict depression properly because I don’t know what it’s like. But I hope I did somewhat okay? Also that anxiety thing, I just know that wouldn’t do shit for me. When I have panic attacks they just gotta happen and somehow I just eventually calm down, idk 😂

I don’t know why the ending keeps getting like cut off by tumblr somehow 😭

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Dumbass

marcus baker x female!reader

flangst?

warnings!: injury? mentions of blood, curse words

word count: 1.4k

“Marcus I have a really important presentation for my AP English class tomorrow, so I need to be on time, okay? Promise me, you’ll wake up on time so I won’t have to wait for you.”

“Promise.” He says holding his pinky out, I return the gesture, wrapping my own pinky around his.

“Okay, and if you’re not in my car by 7:45, I am leaving your ass.”

“Fine,” He purses his lips at me, wrapping his arm tighter around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer to him. His chapped lips meet mine in a soft kiss.

I pull away, “No more kissing until you finish your work.” I tell him.

“Come on bub, how can I focus on anything other than you, when you look like that.” He groans, pressing kisses all over my face, causing me to laugh.

“Okay, that’s enough. I mean it.” I say, holding my arms out.

“Alright,” A sigh escapes his lips, pressing a kiss to my forehead before he begins sitting up.

“Oh wait!” I exclaim, I bring a hand to his cheek turning his face toward mine, and leaning towards him. My arm reaches around him grabbing my chapstick. I pull away, “Here,” I say holding out the chapstick for him.

The excitement in his eyes completely vanishes, eyes met with chapstick, causing a laugh to burst from my lips.

“The audacity.” He states.

“Uh, excuse me, what do you mean?” I respond sassily.

He shakes his head, slathering a thick coat of the chapstick on his lips. He rubs his lips together, extending the chapstick towards me.

“Uh, no my lips are moist and lucsious, you’re confused.” I say jokingly, my index finger pointing toward him.

“No sweetheart, those lips are dryer than the sahara desert.” A large grin playing on his face.

I let out a false gasp.

“You can’t even deny it!” He laughs, “Here, let me help you out,” He reaches toward me with the godforsaken chapstick.

I get off my bed, stepping away from him. “Come on, I’m not doing my homework ‘til we moisturize those crusty lips.”

“You jerk!” I laugh.

Marcus lunges toward me, attempting to grab my waist, however I slip past his arms, running toward the other end of my crowded room. He begins chasing after me, causing me to trip, landing with a thud on the - luckily, carpeted flooring.

“Ugh, fine” I say before puckering my lips, accepting defeat as Marcus straddled my waist.

Marcus takes out the chapstick applying a hefty amount on my lips. “Alright, their not that dry,”

“Stop lying to yourself, bub.”

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I had been waiting for almost 15 minutes already. Ilooked at the time, before my gaze returned to Marcus house, practically burning holes into it. It was 7:45, and he was still nowhere to be found.

“I swear, he get’s on my last nerve sometimes,” I mutter to myself, shaking my head in annoyance, before driving away from his house and toward the school. He wants to sleep in and be late, fine.

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Marcus woke up, being blinded by the light streaming in through his window. A yawn fell from his lips as he stretched his arms out, before returning to his previous position. He turns to his side peacefully, his mind still waking up.

As he gazes around his room, it hits him. He needs to get up and get ready so he can be on time for Y/n. His eyes scream nothing but panic as he looks at the time.

7:15 is what the white numbers on his phone read.

“Fuck,” He hurriedly gets out of bed, quickly changing, and doing his morning routine.

He had wanted to get Y/n her favorite flowers this morning as a surprise, along with him being ready on time, for once. He rushed downstairs, grabbed his skateboard and took off to the nearest supermarket, praying he’d make it back in time.

Marcus had made it to the store by 7:25. However there was only one check out lane open with an old lady in front of him, using various coupons to pay for her things. He let out a sigh, knowing he was gonna have to wait longer in line than he’d like to.

Marcus left the store, with the flowers in hand at 7:35. He had hope that he’d make it back to his house in time. He was in such a haste that he hadn’t seen the bright yellow fire hydrant that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His board crashed into the fire hydrant, sending him flying off the beat up skateboard and onto the sidewalk, his head hitting the side of the curb.

“Fucking bitch,” He exclaimed in pain. It hurt like hell, however besides the soreness on his forehead he felt fine. Y/n’s flowers were still clutched in his hand, reminding him of what he’d been doing before he fell off his skateboard and almost accidentally killed himself.

A drop of blood fell on to the flowers, as he pulled out his phone, the time reading 7:45. He sighed in defeat. He wiped the small amount of blood from his forehead with the sleeve of his jacket, before getting back onto the skateboard.

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Marcus didn’t want to know what he currently looked like. All he wanted was to give Y/n her flowers and see her look at him with her beautiful eyes filled with nothing but pride and adulation for him.

He had made it to school at exactly 8:05. Class started at 8:10, meaning he had 5 minutes to skate to Y/n’s class and give her the flowers which had caused him a possible minor concussion.

Marcus did exactly that, skating through the crowded halls as everyone headed to their first class of the wretched, stress-filled school day. He bumped into a few people, mumbling sorry’s along the way.

He had finally arrived at the classroom, where his girlfriend prepared for her presentation. He swung the door open to the classroom, the time, 8:08. The abrupt swing of the door had caused a majority of the students already in the class to look up toward the boy with slightly mangled flowers clutched in his hands, a bruised forehead with slightly dried blood on it and who was slightly heaving. One of those students being Y/n.

A gasp fell from her mouth as she clasped a hand against her mouth in shock of her boyfriends appearance. As the pair made eye contact he gave her a cute boyish smile. She quickly jumped out of her seat, pulling him out into the hall.

“Marcus baby, are you okay? What happened? Why are you bleeding?” She questioned with a shaky voice, beginning to panic.

He wore nothing but a love-stricken smile on his face.

“Oh my god Marcus, we need to get you to a hospital-” Y/n was cut off with a pair of lips being pressed against hers passionately. The fervor-filled kiss had almost made her forget about the situation at hand. However, when she felt a warm liquid slightly touch her forehead, she was brought back to reality.”

“What are you doing, you dumbass, we need to get you to the hospital!” She exclaimed worriedly after pulling away from the kiss. Marcus remained quiet and let the girl drag him out of the school and to her car after she’d collected her things from the class, and notified her teacher of the situation.

As she drove to the hospital, Marcus spoke up, feeling her worried glaces at him, “I got you your favorite flowers.” He spoke up, lifting the flowers.

“I seen that bub, thank you. I appreciated that, but maybe you could tell me what happened to you instead.”

He nodded, “I skated into a fire hydrant after getting you your flowers and ate shit. I was trying to make it back home by 7:40 to surprise you with them, and me, clearly that didn’t happen...”

“Oh my god Mark, you really aren’t a morning person.”

“You’re telling me,” He laughed, running a hand through his hair to get it out of his face. His hand slightly touched his bruised forehead causing him to wince.

She shook her head in worry and a little in amusement.

“I leave you by yourself, and you get yourself slightly concussed. God, you’re such a dumbass, Marcus.” She giggled.

“Your dumbass.” He responds.

“Yeah, my dumbass,”

“I love you.” Y/n turns to him.

“I love you too, to the moon and back.” He grins at her.

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A/N - WHY ARENT THERE MORE MARCUS FICS YALL, I HAVE TO WRITE THEM MYSELF 😭😭Also, this is unedited, and Marcus is so fine - I can’t 🥵

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Lover of Mine

marcus baker x female!reader flangst!

word count: 3.5k

warnings!: mentions of cheating, ginny slander?, cussing, unedited writing… gif credit: uknown/ google

Y/n and Marcus had been in an exclusive relationship for around 10 months now, almost a year. Before they had gotten into a relationship they had been flirting back and forth for a few months, neither of them wanting to make the first move until Y/n finally got tired of the cat-and-mouse game they seemed to be playing.

The pair sat desks away from each other in their math class (both were terrible at math) which happened to be the only class they shared. Y/n was bored out of her mind taking notes that she didn’t even understand, as her teacher's monotone voice droned on and on. The tick of the clock marks the slow strenuous minutes that passed.

Yn flipped her notebook to another page that was blank, grabbing her mechanical pencil and doodling on the page. She turned glancing to her side Marcus caught her eye. The boy sat drawing on his paper, his bottom lip between his teeth, in concentration.

Marcus felt a gaze searing into his skin. Looking up his brown eyes immediately met Y/n’s, and a smirk grew on his face, before he winked at the girl, his eyes focusing back on his drawing. Which happened to be the girl which had captured his attention and heart from the moment he had begun to get to know her.

Y/n returned to her doodling in an attempt to hide her embarrassment from being caught staring at the boy. It randomly occurred to her, just do it, ask him, and be done with this phase.

She began writing the question onto the page, she knew it was a very child-like thin n to do however she thought it’d be a funny way to ask.

“Will you be my boyfriend?”

Following the question, three boxes, one marked “Yes” above it, the other “Is that even a question, yes” and the last one read, “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…”.

Y/n folded the paper in half, writing the boy’s name on the lined paper. She passed it to the person next to her, “Can you pass this to Marcus for me?” She questioned receiving a nod from the boy in the seat to her right.

She watched as the note made its way onto Marcus’s desk. The boy looked up recognizing the girl's handwriting, eyebrows raised in curiosity at the girl's actions. To which she returned his smirk from minutes before, nodding at the note.

Marcus unfolded the paper, taking in the doodles at first before his eyes fell upon the question leaving him in a stupor at the words. His jaw left slack, before returning his gaze back to the girl shaking his head, a small smile gracing his face.

He checked the box labeled “I’m a dumb skater boy :P…” a smile on his face before creating another box checking and labeling it “hell yeah, I thought you’d never ask”. The note was passed back to Y/n, a gargantuan grin on her face as she opened the note, viewing the boy's response.

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It was their 10-month anniversary, and Marcus decide what better way to celebrate his and Y/n’s relationship than shooting each other with paintballs. “You’re going down, Baker,” Y/n smirked at the boy. “We’ll see about that, Y/l/n. You’re all bark, no bite.” He let out a chuckle at the girl, who shook her head in response.

The couple arrived at their destination, where they were welcomed by one of the workers, who helped the pair prepare for their battle. Y/n and Marcus were now fitted in their protective attire and standing in front of the course, which had various hiding points, and objects to use to their advantage. Marcus leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on his girlfriend's soft lips, Y/n reciprocated the kiss, before they both pulled away. “May the best paintballer win,” Marcus said causing Y/n to laugh, and a smile to grow on his face before the pair saluted each other. The worker brought Y/n to the opposite end of the course, a high-pitched ring signaling the start of the battle.

The pair made their way to the opposite side of the course from which they started, crouching at various spots, hiding behind different objects that filled the course. It only took 5 minutes before Y/n had been hit with the first paintball, ending the first round. This resulted in Y/n deciding to use a different tactic. The second round started and Marcus and Y/n were nearing each other, when Y/n caught sight of Marcus' position she decided it was time.

Y/n fell to the floor letting out a cry, grasping her ankle. It wasn’t even a second before Marcus called out to the girl, “Bub, are you okay? What happened?” The boy questioned from where he was. “I-I think I twisted my ankle, babe, it hurts really bad,” The girl whined in false pain. “Where are you, baby?”

“Behind this stupid blue barrel!” Y/n called out, aiming her paint gun in the direction she heard Marcus’s footsteps coming from. As soon as she saw Marcus's figure, the girl fired the paintballs hitting her boyfriend's chest, who stood in shock. “Oh, you beautiful little conniving snake,” Marcus shook his head in pretend anger. Gaining nothing but a victorious yet devious giggle from his girlfriend who was still sat on the floor.

“You’re gonna regret that,” He told the girl, reaching his hand toward her, helping her onto her feet.

It was the final round, which would decide who won. Y/n had let her guard down, feeling confident after her previous victory. Marcus popped out of nowhere causing the girl to jump in fright before she began running from him. “Marcus please,” The girl begged her boyfriend, laughter escaping her lips, as she continued to run away from Marcus, weaving through the objects which filled the area.

Y/n was tackled to the ground by Marcus, however, he quickly maneuvered them, breaking her fall with his body. Y/n landed on top of him, her pain gun laid a few feet away from them, Marcus’s pointed at her. “Bub, please,” Y/n pleaded with a pout on her lips. The boy let out a sigh, “You’re lucky I love you,” he grinned, dropping his paint gun. Y/n’s eyes widened at his words, did he just say what she thought he said? Marcus's eyes matched his girlfriend's at the realization of his words. “Shit, did I say that out loud-”

Y/n cut the boy off, her lips pressed against his harshly, fervor filling the kiss, as the pair poured their love for each other into the kiss. Y/n pulled away, slightly heaving, “I love you too, Marcus.” She grinned at him, caressing his cheek. “I love you more,” He murmured.

Who loved each other more and who won? Neither, it was decided it was a tie.

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Marcus and Y/n sat on the soft blanket having cleaned up after the paintball battle and were now surrounded by their love for each other as well as their favorite foods. The couple basked in their shared love, and in each other's company.

“You know, I still can’t believe you beat me to asking you to be my girlfriend.” Marcus laughed.

“Seriously, bub, it’s not that hard to believe especially you being you, I swear if it weren’t for me,” The girl gestured toward herself, “we’d still be just friends.” The girl smirked, making air quotes while saying ‘just friends’.

Marcus shook his head, “Nope, I swear I was gonna do it, you just weren’t patient enough and couldn’t resist me.” He laughed, causing Y/n to scoff at him.

“Yeah right,” She laughed.

The couple continued to speak of various fond memories, “You know I even remember what you wearing that day, because of how attentive I am.” Marcus nodded, as the sarcasm soaked his words.

“Oh really, and what was I wearing?”

“That terrible cardigan you crotched yourself,” He laughed, resulting in a slap to his chest.

“Hey! You are a bully, Marcus Baker.” Y/n responded jokingly.

“A bully that loves you and you’re superb fashion sense.” A wide grin played on Marcus’s face.

“See, I knew it, you’re just jealous of my amazing fashion sense, and sensational hand-made cardigan. Which is why, I have this for you,” Y/n handed the boy a wrapped gift box.

“I thought we said we wouldn’t get each other anything,” Marcus shook his head at the girl, eyebrows raised, “Well, I lied,” Y/n said with no remorse.

“So did I,” Marcus smiled knowingly at Y/n, grabbing his very own gift for her and placing it in her curious hands.

They both gently began to unwrap their presents, Marcus bursting out in laughter as he held up the crotched cardigan that matched his girlfriend’s very own cardigan. Marcus quieted down as he noticed Y/n had yet to say anything. Before he could speak up, Y/n sniffled, “Do you not like it bub?” He questioned, attempting to hide the sadness in his voice. He had spent months working on the painting of the girl that sat in front of him. Trying to capture all the beauty she radiated in the strokes he painted on the canvas.

“No, I-I love it, Marcus,” She shook her head, not being able to contain her giddy smile or joy-filled tears, “I love you, so, so much.” She jumped on the boy, her arms locked him in a tight embrace, leaving a kiss on his jaw.

She pulled away, Marcus drying her tears with his thumbs, “I love you so, so, much too.” He grinned. “Wow, my gift for you sucks compared to this,” Y/n pouted. “Hey, don’t disrespect my lovely cardigan like that,” Marcus said, pulling the cardigan on.

“For your information, my girlfriend made this for me, with love, okay.” He told Y/n causing her to laugh in amusement at her boyfriend, “She did.” She smiled.

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The pair were now laid underneath Marcus’s warm comforter, snuggled together in their matching cardigans, watching Scooby-Doo. The tranquility and quiet they had settled into was interrupted by none other than Ginny Miller. “Hey Y/n, I think Max needed your help with something,” Ginny said with a gesture.

Y/n looked up at the girl, her eyes returning to meet Marcus in confusion, who responded with a shrug. “Alright, I’ll go see what she wants,” Y/n walked out of the room going to find Max, to see what she needed help with. “Max?” Y/n questioned looking for the girl downstairs.

“I'm in here!” Y/n heard from the kitchen.

“Hey, Ginny said you needed help with something?”

“Oh yeah, I was trying to bake these cookies, but the first batch came out really bad… and mom’s even worse at baking, do you think you could help me, pretty please?”

“Yeah, of course, let me see,” Y/n replied and grabbed the bowl of batter.

Once Y/n told Max what to do, and helped her place the batter onto the cookie sheet she returned to Marcus's room. “Hey, bub, are you gonna want some-” Y/n stopped mid-sentence, silenced by what was happening.

Marcus and Ginny. Kissing.

Marcus pulled away, “Ginny, what-”

“Oh my god…” Y/n said, her hand clasped to her mouth.

“Y/n, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

“Really, Marcus? That’s the best you’ve got? You know what I-I can’t deal with this right now,” Y/n muttered, arms flailing, before grabbing her bag.

“Y/n, wait!” Marcus called after his girlfriend as she swiftly made her way downstairs and out of the house. Marcus was hot on her tail, “Y/n just give me a chance to-”

Y/n’s eyes were scintillating with unshed tears, hand clutched to the handle of her car door. “To explain how you were kissing Ginny Miller, Marcus, really? I- I don’t wanna hear it right now, okay, Marcus, please…”

“Y/n you know me better than I even know myself, okay? I wouldn’t do this to you, you know that.” Marcus said, reaching for Y/n’s hands. “I’m not so sure about that anymore,” Y/n dropped his hands, Marcus watched as a tear fell from her eyes. His own eyes welled up with tears, unsure of what to do as he watched his girlfriend- ex girlfriend?- leave him.

Marcus returned to his room yelling at Ginny to get the hell out among other things, “I can’t believe that you would force yourself on me knowing damn well my girlfriend is downstairs,

you need fucking help, Ginny.” Marcus told the girl off through gritted teeth, his face expressing nothing but anger.

“Marcus please, I love you, Y/n doesn’t love you like I do. You deserve better than her-”

“Shut the fuck up Ginny, you know nothing about me, Y/n, or our relationship, either way, it’s none of your fucking business. When will you get that I don’t give a shit about you! I don’t love you! If you really loved me, you’d be happy that I’m happy in my relationship, but you don’t. I don’t ever wanna see you again Ginny, get that through your thick fucking skull.” He shouted at her.

“Marcus I’m sorry-”

“Quit lying Ginny,” Marcus sighed, before once again telling the tear-stricken girl to get out of his room and house.

Ginny fled from the house, Max noticing the girl. She decided to go check on her brother, “Marcus, what happened?” She said knocking on her twin brother's bedroom door.

“Nothing, Max, just go away.”

Max sighed, opening the door anyways and entering the room. Marcus lay on his bed, staring out his bedroom window in an attempt to hide his red bloodshot eyes which carved shiny wet pathways down his blushed cheeks. “I said go away Max, I don’t wanna talk,”

“Are you sure, I brought you a burnt cookie…?” This caused Marcus to roll his eyes.

“Ginny’s a bitch, and a homewrecker. I don’t even know why you’re friends with her.”

“Alright, what’d she do?”

“She basically fucking forced herself onto me, and Y/n walked in and now I don’t even know if I still have a girlfriend.” He brought his hands up to his face, dragging them down, still facing the window.

“You’re fucking with me, right? I was in my own world I guess, I didn’t even see Y/n leave… I’m so, so, sorry Marcus, I knew she had a crush on you but I didn’t think she’d do this. Do you want me to slap her? I’ll slap her and more, just give me the word.”

“I think that would actually make me feel a little better… have Abby record it if you do.”

“You got it, and I’m sure everything will be fine Marcus, I mean Y/n knows you’d never cheat on her right? I mean she’s like the only girl you’ve ever actually loved.”

“She said she wasn’t even sure if she knew me anymore,” He whispered with a shake of his head.

“Everything was going so well today, and of course Ginny would pull this shit on our anniversary…”

Marcus finally turned to face his sister, Max finally being able to see the emotion on his face. This was the first time she’d seen him cry since his best friend had passed.

“Everything’s gonna be okay Marcus, trust me, Y/n’s just hurt, but she knows you.”

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A few days passed and Y/n wasn’t sure what to do. Would Marcus be mad at her for not believing him? Not trusting him? Were they still even together? Did he still want to be with her? She knew he’d never hurt her intentionally, never cheat on her but seeing his lips on another girl’s brought forth all her insecurities. They tainted her mind and made her believe that maybe he actually was capable of cheating on her. She couldn’t deny Ginny’s beauty, either.

But no matter what, she should’ve believed Marcus, because trust is one of the most important parts of a relationship. She knew she had to apologize, for leaving him, and not hearing him out. Marcus had texted Y/n but she had decided not to respond, and just allow herself to think for a few days. Marcus had been giving Y/n space figuring she needed it however, he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to know if she was okay, where they stood, and just apologize to her for not kicking Ginny out of his room the second she stood outside his door. To tell her how much he loved her and how much she means to him.

Almost simultaneously both Marcus and Y/n left their houses, each heading to the other’s house. They both unknowingly passed each other on their way. When they arrived at the other’s house, both were met with the same response, she left, and he left.

Both left disappointed, returning to their houses. As Y/n was driving back to her house some idiot was skating in the middle of the road. Y/n honked at the person, scaring them and causing them to fall off their skateboard. Y/n pulled to the side, to make sure the person wasn’t injured.

“Are you okay?” She called out to the person, who was removing their earbuds. They turned to face her. Her y/e/c eyes are met with familiar brown eyes. Marcus.

They said each other’s names in unison, Y/n throwing herself into the boy’s arms, clinging to him. The silence only lasted for a few moments before Y/n began to apologize, “I’m so sorry bub, I should have believed you, I trust you, I don’t know what came over me, I just-”

“You have nothing to be sorry for baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you. I should’ve shown you how much I loved you, so you wouldn’t have a reason to doubt my love for you. Y/n you are one of the most important people in my life, if not the most important person. I love you so much, and I never want to hurt you. Please believe me, I promise you I didn’t initiate the kiss, I didn’t return it, Ginny just forced herself on me, I would never ever cheat on you, bub, I love you so, so, much.”

“I know, honey, I know, I’m sorry I didn’t believe you or even hear you out, I should have. I love you too and I should have trusted you, I’m sorry”

“Are you okay, did you get hurt when you fell?”

“No, yeah I’m fine either way it doesn’t matter, as long as we're good, that’s all that matters.” He murmured, his hands gently rubbing Y/n’s back.

“Yeah, we’re good,” Y/n nodded.

“I love you,” Y/n said, tucking her head into the crook of Marcus's neck, the scent of his cologne, calming her and bringing her comfort. She had missed him so much, and she couldn’t believe she had almost lost him due to some stupid kiss.

“I love you too, baby, I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“You won’t, and I’m gonna beat Ginny’s ass for touching you,” Y/n muttered angrily which caused Marcus to laugh.

“I don’t think you’ll have to worry about that, Max has that covered.”

“I can’t believe her, that’s literally sexual assault, Marcus.”

“Really?”

“Yes, she kissed you without your consent, ugh, I swear I’m gonna-”

“Honey, let’s just try and move past this, and forget about her, let’s focus on us.” Marcus continued to rub soothing circles on Y/n’s back with one hand, his other repeating the same motion on her hip.

Y/n nodded silently, before looking up at Marcus, her hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a gentle, loving kiss. Marcus returned it, kissing Y/n with more fervor than he ever thought he had, his hands reaching up to gently cup her face, pouring all his love for her into the kiss. Desperately wanting to show Y/n how much he truly loved her.

They both pulled away, slightly panting, “Let’s go home, I just wanna cuddle with you,” Y/n murmured to the boy. “Yeah, let’s go, I was having withdrawals from being away from you,” Marcus responded which caused a giggle to escape Y/n’s lips.

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

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A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… and please somebody else post some Marcus fics I can’t read my own writing it’s not the same as reading someone else’s work 😭

As the couple drove home, they both knew they’d be okay. Their love for each other was all they needed, knowing they’d be able to overcome any obstacles that came their way.

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A/N: this was inspired by lover of mine, by 5sos, also this is the most I’ve posted in like, ever… y'all somebody else needs to write for Marcus, i can't read my own writing, it's not the same as reading somebody else's 😭

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Two Ghosts

marcus baker x female!reader

(I don’t think I used any she/her pronouns in this, but I’m not 100% positive, so I guess it may or may not be gender-neutral…)

warnings!: mentions of food, crying, cheating, a slap, drinking, angst?, unedited rushed writing, I think that’s it? My A/N at the end does mention SA, but the fic does not, so you can skip the highlighted section of the A/N.

includes!: bff!padma(lo), roman an OC, but also not really an OC, ex!marcus

angst!

word count: 5.5k!

A/N: Let’s pretend that Padma and Marcus were never a thing in this :) Yes, I am still working on Champagne Problems 2, fret not

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It happened suddenly, one moment you were both sitting there talking, and the next your lips were on his. Somehow everything else was drowned out, and all you could focus on was Marcus. The night was filled with fervor, as you poured your love into each kiss, that would soon be meaningless.

You savored every minute of it because you knew he was only yours for the night. The next day he would be off, kissing Ginny, loving her, or pretending to love her, either way, he was no longer yours. You knew it wasn’t right, but you loved him, so much, that you would take whatever you could get.

You both lay there, Marcus fast asleep. You reach over pressing a kiss to his cheek, “If only you knew how much I still love you,” You quietly murmured, caressing his cheek. You wrapped your arm around him before drifting off to sleep.

Light shined into your bedroom, waking you up. You turned to reach your arm out for Marcus, albeit your hand met the cold sheets. Your eyes flew open, Marcus was gone. You should’ve known, it was your routine, but each time it happened you thought maybe just maybe you had changed his mind. That he once again loved you, like how you still deeply loved him. And each time you were proven wrong.

Your eyes began to water. You were so stupid. This was it, the fourth and last time this would ever happen. You needed to stop this for Ginny’s sake and your own. You couldn’t keep doing this, because the more you did it, the more you hurt yourself. You wiped your tears, deciding to check your phone, to take your mind off your repeated mistakes.

You got a text from your best friend Padma. You decided you guys would meet at a cafe to hang out and chat, desperately needing it. You would’ve met her at Blue Farm where she worked but Ginny also happened to work there, and you couldn’t face her, you felt so guilty, sleeping with Marcus. He and Ginny hadn’t been dating for that long but still, it wasn’t right, you knew that, and you continued to get with him, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

You walked inside, Padma wasn’t there yet, so you decided you would order both of your favorite drinks, along with your favorite pastries. She walked in, her long black hair swaying as she made her way to the table. The waiter had just placed your pastries and drinks down as she sat across from you. She gave you a comforting smile, which you returned, but she knew you better than you knew yourself. She knew something was up.

“What’s wrong, bub?” She questioned.

“Nothing,” You shook your head, “We’re always talking about my problems, what’s been up with you, how’s work?”

Padma pursed her lips for a second at your answer, before starting, “Work’s good, the usual, Joe not knowing how to be strict, Ginny always hating on her mom, and dad, and basically everyone. But besides that, remember how I’ve been talking to that guy, Jason?”

You nodded your head in response, taking a sip from your drink, “Well it turns out he has a girlfriend, and she’s pregnant! Can you believe that, and to think he asked me out on a date,” She shook her head.

“At this point, I’m really considering just dating you, you’re the only person who really gets me.” She said, causing you both to laugh. “Honestly, same.” You laughed.

You both continued to talk about school, your families, drama circulating around the school, from the most important things to the least important things. After a while, you began to space out, your mind going back to thinking about that one person you just couldn’t ever stop thinking about. Marcus, you swore it was like he was a fucking cancerous tumor in your life.

“I can tell you’re thinking about him.” Padma interrupted your daze.

“What? No, I’m not…” You scoffed.

“You can lie to yourself but you can’t lie to me. We really need to find a way to get you over him, I mean his dick can’t be that good.”

“Oh my god, Padma,” You laughed shaking your head, “Trust me, it’s not that, I still love him, I know we broke up a couple of months ago, and I know I should be over him by now, but I can’t help my feelings for him. No matter how much I wish they would just go away they don’t.” Your vision began to get blurry your eyes shining with unshed tears. You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, glancing away for a second, before focusing your gaze on your interlaced hands. “But don’t worry, I’m gonna end whatever this is, I know we never should’ve started it, I mean he’s with Ginny, I don’t know why I ever thought this was a good idea. I guess I just- I don’t know wanted to feel his love again, but this, it’s not love, and it’s not right. If anything I’m just torturing myself.” You said sniffling.

“I don’t even know how you can stand to look at me, I mean what Marcus and I have done is unforgivable, I knew he was with Ginny, and I still, I still continued it, because I’m a selfish bitch.” You muttered angrily.

Padma clasped your hands in one of her own, “Don’t talk about yourself like that okay, I love you, Y/n, you’re my best friend, sometimes good people make poor choices, we’re human, bub. The world isn’t black and white, we’ve just got to learn from our mistakes and do better. I’m glad you’re ending this because it’s not doing you any good.” She said, giving you a reassuring smile, which caused you to shed a tear.

“I love you too.” You sniffled, pulling her into a tight hug. “Everything’s gonna be okay in the end.” You both stayed like that for a while before you finally pulled away. “Come on, we need to find you a new man to take your mind off of he who shall not be named.” She smiled. “You know, I think I know just the person.”

“Oh god, no, what did we just talk about?”

“No, trust me, please, he’s like the nicest guy ever, but he’s not really my type.”

“And he’s my type?”

“Yes, he has brown hair.”

“I don’t know Lo,”

“Come on, I’ll bring him to Abby’s party tomorrow, and introduce you two, that’s all, and then if you like him, well there you go!”

“Fine,”

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You had arrived at Abby’s party, and a bunch of people already there excluding Padma, and her friend who you now knew as Roman. You kept to yourself, hanging out on the back porch in a corner. People filled every square inch of the house, red solo cups in numerous hands. You had stuck to your water, not wanting to meet Roman while tipsy or drunk. Padma had texted you when she had arrived, asking where you were, which prompted you to go and find her.

You made your way through the crowded house, trying to avoid bumping into anyone, however you lucked out, someone’s drink getting spilled all over your outfit. You gave an annoyed sigh, as the person muttered an apology. You continued to make your way toward the front of the house and to a bathroom, when you ran into Padma and who you presumed was Roman, and my was he tall, and had the richest chocolate brown curls. You tore your eyes away from him, glancing at Padma, she greeted you with a ‘Hi’ before introducing you to Roman. “Roman this is my bestfriend Y/n, Y/n this is Roman.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/n, Padma speaks very highly of you,” He smiled at you, you stretched your hand out to shake his own, but he instead pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand. A small nervous smile tugged on your lips, “Nice to meet you as well, Roman, I’m sorry I should go clean up, someone spilled their drink all over me.” You glanced between him and Padma.

“Roman, why don’t you go help Y/n, I’m gonna go find Silver,” Padma smiled at the both of you, slightly shoving Roman towards you before taking off past the living room.

Roman gave you a small smile, one of his hands going up to the back of his neck “If you don’t want me to go with you, that’s completely fine, Padma can be very-”

“Determined.” You finished, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“Yeah, very,” He laughed along with you.

Both you and Roman made your way through the crowd of party-goers and toward the staircase, as you both walked in search of a towel to dry your damp clothes when your causal conversation was interrupted by some arguing coming from one of the bedrooms. You both went silent, looking at each other before making an awkward face, and bursting out with laughter.

You had finally found the bathroom, which had a few folded hand towels, you attempted to wipe the sticky mess of a drink from your skin, and outfit. The stain was practically ingrained into the cloth, “Here, why don’t you take my jacket, to hide the stain.”

“Oh, no that’s okay, I don’t need-”

“No, it’s fine, I insist,” Roman said removing his jacket and placing it on your shoulders. “Thank you,” You smiled.

Just as you were leaving the bathroom, Roman bumped into someone, “Sorry, man.”

“It’s fine,” The other guy replied after turning around, his eyes meeting yours.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” It was Marcus.

“Marcus? Oh, uh, Padma kinda convinced me to come,” You gave an awkward smile.

“Are-are you here with Ginny?” You questioned, not really knowing what to say. At one time you wouldn't have been able to stop the conversation as the words seamlessly fell from both of your lips, conversation came easy albeit, that was then, and this is now.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I am.” He pursed his lips.

“Oh, sorry uh, Roman this is Marcus, Marcus this is Roman.” You introduced them, unsure of what title to give either of them so you just skipped the labels. They both nodded, before Roman spoke up, “Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah, uh, I should get going,” Marcus gestured downstairs.

Marcus left with that, leaving to who knows where, however, you had yet to see Ginny.

“Sorry about that awkwardness, uh, Marcus, he’s my uh…”

“Ex?” He filled in for you, “Yeah, that obvious?” You laughed.

“Just a bit,” He gave you a small smile.

Roman and you decided to head back downstairs, however, all the people combined with the loud music became a little too much for you, so he offered for the two of you to head outside. You both sat on the porch gazing up at the sky, conversation flowed as you talked about various things.

“I don’t wanna offend you or anything Y/n, but do you and Marcus still have something going on? I mean he’s been staring at you all night, and I don’t know I just get this feeling you still have feelings for him.”

“Uh, yeah it’s kinda complicated, well actually that’s a lie, um, he has a new girlfriend, and I’m- I am still trying to get rid of my feelings for him. I’m sorry, I should have told you from the beginning…”

“No, it’s fine, I know how hard it is to get over someone when you had really strong feelings for them. I like you Y/n, and I don’t think you’re ready to be in a new relationship, but I’d love to have you as a friend, at least for right now,” He gave you a kind smile.

“Thanks, Roman, I’d really like that,” You said pulling him into a warm embrace.

You didn’t notice it but Marcus had been walking by stopping in his steps as he saw you and Roman hugging. It felt as if something snapped in him, anger filling him at your arms being wrapped around someone. Someone that wasn’t him.

Marcus practically threw the back doors open, “Hey, get your hands off her, man!”

He growled at Roman, words slightly slurred. Roman and you both pulled away from each other, turning to face Marcus. You stood up, “Marcus, you’re drunk, go inside and find Ginny.”

“Yeah bud, why don’t you listen to Y/n,” Roman said calmly.

“You’re not my fucking buddy, so why don’t you keep your mouth shut Rowan.”

“Marcus, calm down, alright, you’re not acting like yourself okay?”

“Don’t tell me to calm down, Y/n, you- you’re fucking him aren’t you?”

“Okay, Marcus you’re really starting to get on my fucking nerves, and Roman and I are just friends. And even if I was it’s none of your fucking business.”

“That’s not what you were saying a couple of days ago,” He smirked at you.

You walked towards Marcus, “You need to shut the fuck up unless you want Ginny to find out,” You quietly gritted through your teeth. You pulled away from him, “Roman, can you give Marcus and me a second please,” You turned to him.

“Yeah of course, don’t hesitate to come and get me if you need help,” He slightly nodded toward Marcus, Marcus not noticing due to his drunkenness. “Yeah, thank you,” You murmured.

You pulled Marcus further outside, grabbing a water bottle for him from the cooler that was near the door. You handed it to him, “Drink.” You told him. He begrudgingly did so, gulping the water down.

“Now, you’re gonna listen to me. You’re drunk Marcus, so before you make any more mistakes, you’re gonna go find Ginny and you’re gonna have her take you home okay? It’s bad enough you practically screamed to everyone that we’ve been sleeping together,” You told him.

“I don’t care if the whole world knows,” He murmured.

“Yeah, you say that now, but you won’t be saying the same thing tomorrow morning.”

“How do you know that?” He questioned defiantly, his words less slurred.

“Because we had been sneaking around for a reason, you know like the small fact that you have a girlfriend.” You sarcastically told him.

He sightly hummed, “You know I heard what you said.” He said without any clarification.

“What?” You questioned in confusion.

“You said you still love me.” He quietly said.

“You’re drunk Marcus, you don’t know what you’re talking about, alright?” You shook your head.

“Don’t lie to me Y/n, I know what I heard.”

“No, no you don’t Marcus, okay I never said that,” You said, pitch going slightly higher as you lied, as you shrugged your shoulders trying to come off casual, albeit, beneath your cool exterior you were panicking.

“Do you really think I’m that fucking stupid, Y/n? I can tell when you’re fucking lying, just admit it.”

“No, Marcus, I’m not admitting to something I didn’t fucking say, and y’know what if you’re sober enough to say all this, then I think you’re sober enough to understand that we’re done, and I mean it this time.” You angrily muttered.

“Sure you do, Y/n,” He laughed. “I’m serious Marcus, this whole stupid ass friends-with-benefits thing, it’s over, okay. You’re with Ginny, and we knew it wasn’t right, and we never should’ve begun it in the first place. I mean, don’t you think Ginny deserves loyalty?”

Before Marcus could respond, you heard the door slightly creak. You turned being met with Ginny standing there, eyes filled with unshed tears, “Really, Marcus? You told me that I was overthinking, and acting jealous. But I was right all along, wasn’t I?”

“Ginny, I- you heard wrong okay?” He tried to lie, as you stood there silently, you knew it would be best if you didn’t say anything, you were the cause of this after all. You never pictured yourself as a homewrecker, a liar, or a cheater, yet here you were.

“Are you seriously gonna try and fucking lie to me Marcus, I just fucking heard the both of you! I want you to admit it, say it.”

“Ginny, please, let’s not do this right now, okay?”

“Oh really? Why? Don’t want everyone to know that you and your fucking slut are lying, cheating pieces of shit?!” Her voice filled with venom, as she practically shouted.

“If the both of you felt it was okay to talk about cheating on me here, why can’t I talk about it, hmm? I can’t believe this Marcus, I- I should’ve fucking known, all the sneaking off, acting weird, never wanting to do anything. Are you still in love with her or something, clearly you don’t fucking love me if you were able to cheat on me?”

“Ginny-”

“Answer the question, Marcus, do you still love her?” She spat.

You and Ginny both had your eyes locked on Marcus, your heart was beating erratically, “No, she was just there.” He quietly murmured, by now he was definitely sober, and you know you had no right to feel hurt because you knew what this was from the beginning. Albeit your heart twinged slightly at his words.

This wasn’t about you, this was about Ginny and Marcus, you had no right to be hurt, I mean you weren’t the one who had gotten cheated on. You blinked away your tears, as you glanced away.

“We're done Marcus, I don’t want to see you or hear from you ever again.” She muttered, voice full of resentment. “And you,” She turned to you, “You’re nothing but a cheap, heartless, bitch, and you know what you two make a good pair, yeah, you’re both selfish assholes, I hope you both rot in hell.” She cussed at you, and you took it because you knew every word she said was true, and you knew you deserved it. However, what you weren’t expecting was for Ginny closer to you, and before you knew it you felt a sharp stinging pain as she slapped you.

As you were stunned, reeling from what just happened, Ginny stalked off anger rolling off of her in waves. You felt a slight heat on your cheek, lifting your hand to your cheek. There was a little bit of blood on your hand, one of Ginny’s rings must’ve cut you when she slapped you.

“Oh my god, Y/n are you okay?” Roman asked as he was suddenly in front of you, his eyes examining your face, as you stared blankly ahead of you.

You nodded your head, ‘Yes’, as you felt your lips slightly tremble.

You began to walk off, as you heard Marcus and Roman calling after you. You quickly made your way through the crowd, everyone’s eyes on you, as you practically ran toward the front door. Your breathing felt shallow as you made your way out of the house, and began walking. At the moment you really weren’t sure where you were going but you just knew you had to get as far away from that house and everyone in it as fast as you possibly could.

“Y/n, wait!” Someone called, but you were so deep in thought, you had blocked everything out. You somehow misstepped causing you to trip and fall. You grunted slightly as you glanced at your now scraped-up and slightly bleeding knee. The stinging pain from your cheek and knee wasn’t too bad, but as the night kept getting worse you couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed as the tears began to slightly roll down your cheeks. It just added to how shitty you felt.

You felt like a crybaby, you had brought all this on yourself, and you deserved it, so why were you crying? Yet somehow you couldn’t stop them. You were so frustrated and angry with yourself, not knowing what to do with all your pent-up anger, you let out a frustrated scream, as your fists met the cement.

“Y/n, stop,” Someone said, holding your fists as they soothingly rubbed your back. You turned your eyes meeting Marcus's own eyes. “Stop, please, j-just leave me alone, please, Marcus, I just want to be alone right now,” You quietly murmured.

“Y/n-”

“She said she wants to be alone, man, so why don’t you listen?” You heard Roman say from behind you, he must’ve just caught up to you. Following him was Padma, “Y/n. are you alright?” She called out toward you.

You simply nodded in response, tears still streaming down your cheeks.

“Why don’t you mind your own fucking business?” Marcus harshly snapped at Roman.

“I could say the same about you.” Roman retorted.

Marcus stood from the sidewalk, facing Roman, “Who the fuck even are you to Y/n? Alright, do you even know her? Because this is the first time, I’ve ever seen or heard of you, Roman, and you’re really starting to piss me off, so why don’t you leave before I punch you in the face.”

“Can the both of you shut the fuck for god’s sake! God, I wish I were a fucking lesbian, so I wouldn’t have to deal with men!” You shouted.

Padma reached the boys, telling them both that it might be best if they both left. They were both defiant but they finally agreed, Padma, promising she’d take care of you.

“Alright, come on, sweetie, why don’t we get you home,” She crouched down to meet your eyes.

“I don’t deserve to go home, I should just stay here, and suffer on the cold hard cement.” You sniffled. “Well then maybe I should go grab Marcus too and he can sit out here as well, he’s not innocent.” At that, you stood up.

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The next day you woke up feeling like shit. Not, because you were hungover, you didn’t drink last night. But you had spent a fair amount of your night crying before falling asleep, resulting in your eyes being sore and puffy, slightly aching, and leaving your head with a throb.

You turned to your other side, being met with Padma laying beside you, causing you to smile. You truly loved her, she was an amazing friend, and was always there for you. You grabbed your phone and wallet, deciding you’d get her her favorite drink and breakfast.

As you looked at the time you saw that it was ten, you also noticed various texts from Marcus, and one from Roman asking how you were. Padma must’ve given him your number. You replied to Roman, deciding to ignore Marcus for now, not wanting to deal with him so early, at least for you, in the morning. You had stopped by your and Padma’s favorite cafe, getting each of your favorite breakfasts as well as drinks. As you were leaving you quite literally ran into someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” You blurted out in apology.

You looked up, seeing Marcus. “Oh,” You let out in realization. “Hey,” You murmured.

“Hey, did you get my messages, I was actually gonna get you breakfast, but I guess you beat me,” He gestured to the bag of food in your hands. “Yeah, uh, we should probably get some napkins to clean that up,” You gestured to his wet shirt.

“Yeah,” He murmured.

You grabbed a handful of napkins patting them against Marcus’s wet shirt. “I should probably let you-”

“Yeah,” He said, taking the napkins from your hand.

“I uh, why don’t I buy you another drink, since you spilled the other one,” Marcus offered once he had finished somewhat drying his shirt. “Uh, no that’s okay, really.” You responded.

“Okay, well uh, can we talk then?” He questioned.

“About?”

“Us, y’know and everything that happened last night…” He muttered.

“I mean, what’s there to talk about? Whatever we were doing is over, Ginny dumped you, you were drunk, Ginny slapped the shit out of me, and hopes we rot in hell, did I miss anything?” You questioned.

“I think you covered almost all of it, besides the part where I said I heard you say you love me, yeah that little part?”

“Yeah, no, we’re- we're not doing this again, goodbye, Marcus.” You said, grabbing your food, and Padma’s drink before leaving the cafe. You made your way to your car, hearing Marcus behind you. “I don’t understand, why you can’t just admit it, Y/n, I heard you.”

“Why does it matter, Marcus? Is this like some sick game to you? Do you want me to admit it so you can break my heart by telling me you don’t love me, Marcus, is that it? Because I got that last night when you said I was ‘just there’ and honestly, I don’t care, truly.”

“I- I shouldn’t have said that Y/n, I was just trying to calm Ginny, alright?”

“Why? Did you ever even care about her, I mean you spent more than half of your guy’s relationship cheating on her. Your probably spent our entire relationship cheating on me too.” You murmured the last sent quietly. As you continued to make your way to your car, putting your probably now cold breakfast in the car.

“I do care about Ginny, I-I never meant to hurt her, I just…”

“Cheated on her, yeah, cause that truly shows how much you cared about her.” You sarcastically muttered.

“No, and I never cheated on you, Y/n, I promise.”

“Mhmm,”

“Alright are we done with this conversation, now, Marcus?” You said, a sigh slipping from your lips.

“No, I want you to be honest with me, okay? Do you still love me, Y/n?” He implored.

“Oh my god, I cannot deal with this right now,” You whispered your head leaning against the glass window of your car, eyes shut tightly. Why was he being so stubborn about this?

“Look at me, Y/n,” He said turning you by the arm to face him. His eyebrows were raised in questioning, as he stared deeply into your eyes. You glanced away from his eyes that were practically piercing into your own, trying to pry the truth from you.

“No, Marcus.” You said, voice slightly getting higher.

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care, believe what you want. I-”

“Say it,” He challenged.

“No, I’m not doing this…”

Marcus snatched your keys from your hands.

“Marcus, give me back my keys, right now.”

“No, not until you’re honest with me.

“Marcus, I don’t have time for this, seriously give me back my fucking keys, you’re really starting to get on my nerves.”

He stayed silent.

“Marcus, why are you doing this?” You murmured practically pleading.

“Because Y/n, you keep denying it, but I know you’re lying. I want you to be honest with me and yourself.”

You glanced down at the pavement, shaking your head. “Fine,” you muttered meeting his eyes, “I’m still in love with you, you fucking asshole, okay? Why else would I have ever agreed to be your fuck buddy, Marcus? Because that was the only way I could have you. Because for some reason I’m fucking crazy and can’t get over you. And I know what we did was wrong and I feel like shit whenever I think about how much we hurt Ginny. I know I’m a terrible person, I know I’m a slut, a homewrecker whatever word you wanna use. You happy? Is this what you wanted me to admit? So you could gloat, or tell me how much of a fuck you don’t give about me? Because I already know Marcus. I mean it took you, what, a month to get over me and get with Ginny? A-and you know what hurts the most is that, I don’t think you ever really loved me. I mean really, ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Great way to end things with someone. But don’t worry, I’ll eventually get over you, and I can’t wait for the day to come. There, I said it, now give me my keys.” You said as tears streamed down your face, lips trembling.

“Y/n/n…” Marcus murmured, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Don’t call me that, and please don’t touch me.” You said as you shrugged his hand off. While Marcus was in thought, you snatched your keys back, making your way to the driver door.

“Y/n wait! God, I have so much to say…” He muttered.

“I just wanna go home, Marcus, okay?” You whimpered, tears falling from your eyes, still.

“Wait, bub, please, I’m sorry, about everything, okay? The whole reason I did all this, because I started all this, was because I’m still in love with you too. Okay? I don’t want you to get over me, ever, because I’m not over you. And I was a fucking idiot for ever letting you go, I know that. And the fact that you could ever think that I didn’t love you, makes me so fucking sad because you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, Y/n/n. And I’m sorry I didn’t show you as well as I should’ve. I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess, I should’ve never cheated on Ginny with you. I should’ve ended things with her and tried to fix things with you. You’re not a slut, and I don’t want you to ever call yourself anything remotely similar to that word, because you’re not. All that happened was my fault, I knew what I was doing, okay, it’s on me. I’m really fucking sorry, bub, for everything.” He responded, tears filling his own eyes.

“This doesn’t fix anything, Marcus,” You shook your head.

“Your words are everything that I’ve dreamed of hearing since you broke up with me, but they're just that. Words, empty promises. Actions are what show me change, they’re what fix things. You may say you love me Marcus, but you never show me. Each night we spent together, I never wanted to go to sleep because I knew in the morning you’d be gone, and I’d be left alone with my heart broken once again. Because you weren’t with me, you were with Ginny. Do you realize how much that hurt me? Yet I still kept going back to you, because clearly, something’s fucking wrong with me,” You laughed through your tears.

“No matter how much I love you Marcus, I can’t be with you. I’m only going to end up getting hurt, again. I mean I’m the other woman, and cheaters always cheat. You’d probably end up doing the same thing to me that we did to Ginny because we both had a part in hurting her. It wasn’t just you.”

“No, Y/n the only reason I cheated on Ginny, was because I’m still in love with you! I would never do that to you…”

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A/N: this is really bad sorry y’all I rushed this bc I wanted to post something for y’all because I haven’t posted in like 2 weeks, sorry about that :(((

I was gonna add a little more to this today but I started my period and literally everything hurts 🥹😭 so um I just decided I’d post this as it is or else I probably wouldn’t have been able to get this out for another few days.

I am still working on Champagne Problems 2, it’ll probably be out this upcoming weekend hopefully!

Also I had this idea 💡,

EXPLANATION of IDEA (mentions of SA, percy hynes): lmk what y’all think about it or if you’d like me to write something for it but, I came late into the Wednesday fandom, like when all the Percy allegations and cancel Percy stuff was at its peak. However I love Xavier Thorpe, for me it’s very easy to separate character from actor, just because I’ve always kind of stuck to reading fanfic about actors characters and not them because I just feel weird kinda reading fanfics about the actors. Anyways I don’t really know anything about the allegations just that they involve SA. So, I’m not going to get into whether or not I think Percy is guilty or not bc Idk enough to form an opinion.

That being said, in a way, I think Marcus and Xavier, are similar characters, they both have that “tortured artist” thing going on, they both stick to themselves I feel like and overalll I just think the characters are similar. As for the actors IDK, bc idk them.

So my idea is to basically use Marcus or Felix as a FC for Xavier Thorpe! PLEASE, I’m begging y’all to lmk ur thoughts on this. Sorry this A/N is so long but yeah bc I really am tempted to write something for Xavier. or maybe I'll just write for xavier and y'all can imagine whoever you want whether that's percy, or whoever else!

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