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writersblockedx · 2 years ago

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Stalker

Pairing - Marcus Baker x Fem!Reader Summary - Y/n is pushed to confront the boy who can't seem to stop staring at her at school. Warnings - Alcohol & drug use Words - 2K

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It had been happening all week. In the middle of talking, doing work or walking down the hallways, Y/n would look up, finding the same pair of eyes trailing her. In the beginning, she must have convinced herself she was imagining it. Marcus Baker wasn't one for wanting to self-illicit anything close to a social interaction. So she ignored it.

Then it started to seem like the boy's eyes were attached to her every move. Y/n had been in the midst of listening to Maxine go on about her most recent date (which hadn't ended well) when she noted the feeling of someone watching. Her back was pressed against the wall, Abby at her side as her gaze found Marcus once again. He didn't look away. His eyes lingered as if he weren't fazed she had caught him.

"Is he doing it again?" Snapped Abby. Her tone wasn't so loud that Marcus could hear from the other side of the hall, but the girl certainly wasn't trying to hide her words.

"Doing what?" Nora joined in.

Y/n lightly shook her head, shifting so she was no longer facing the shaggy-haired boy. "Don't worry about it."

"No." Abby cut in, gaining the attention of more of their friends. "It's getting creepy. If he likes you, he needs to come over and say something." Nora nodded in agreement.

"Can we just leave it?" She requested, but it was never that easy.

"Leave what?" Max questioned, peering over with wiggling eyebrows.

Y/n refused to answer. So Abby did it for her, "Your brother's obsessed with Y/n." The girl glared over at her best friend, wishing she ended this before it hadn't gotten to this point.

Max gave a sharp, mocking gasp, "My brother...and my best friend?" She spoke back to herself. "How scandalous!" Then she relaxed and let out a chuckle. "I mean, I'm surprised you've only just realised his obsession."

Y/n's brows raised at her words, "What?"

Another chuckle left Max's lips. "Oh, yeah." She said. "You should see how jittery he gets when I say Y/n is coming over. It's like he's on crack or something. Think he's too scared to actually talk to you but at the same time, surprised he's kept it in his pants this long."

"So, he just won't stop staring?" Nora inquired.

"Strange way to flirt." Abby added.

"Can we just forget about it?" Y/n asked with a pleasant smile. "I'm sure he'll find some other girl to swoon over."

Max wandered over, throwing an arm around Y/n, looking down at her sympathetically. "You know I love you, which is why I'm telling you, this thing he has for you, isn't something recent."

"It isn't?"

"You really have no idea, do you?" Y/n shook her head. "He's been in love with you for like a year. You're gonna have to let him down lightly. Or don't, he could use a punch to his ego."

Y/n swallowed the lump which had grown in her throat. Still with Max's arm slung around her shoulder, the girl slowly looked back. She located Marcus within a split second. He was still sat in the same place, his eyes still lingering over her and in an act to play off the last five minutes, she flash a small smile. Something which, while it took a moment, was returned to her.

Nothing more happened for the rest of the week. Just glances. Some of which were now prompted by Y/n's eyes as she started staring at him first. Granted, when she did that it was in wonder if he was already looking at her. Which, most times, he was.

Friday rolled around and while Y/n was relieved for the weekend, she couldn't escape the party Max had planned. In celebration of the part she received in the newest play, she begged Ellen to let her host another party in their house. After enough asking, the woman agreed and for another Friday night, a house was littered in cheap fairy lights, illegal substances and dancing teenagers.

"Isn't this so great?" Whined Maxine as she tumbled into her friend. "This was such a good idea."

Y/n wasn't nearly as drunk as half the people around her. "Sure, Max." She replied.

"You know what else is a good idea-"

"No, no, no, Max you know it's not a good idea." The girl was already reaching for her phone, desperate for the urge to message her ex.

Y/n tried to wiggle her fingers between Max's, but it was no use, the message was already being typed. "It's just- it's one message. Its closure, Y/n." She wasn't sure who Max was trying to convince with that.

The girl hummed, still trying to take a grasp of her phone. "And you will kill me in the morning if I don't stop you right now." She said. Her eyes scanned over the room, widening as they spotted Abby and Nora talking to the boys not too far away. "Abby! Nora!" She called across the blaring music.

The two girls glanced over. And all they needed was a glance to realise what was occurring. The pair came rushing over and suddenly, it became a fight for the phone. And for a second, it looked like Max might be winning. "No, no, it's fine." She tried to convince.

Abby wiggled her fingers between Max's cheering as she got grip on the phone and Max's hand slid away. "Finally." The girl huffed. "Would you get her something?" Abby asked Y/n.

Y/n glanced back at Brodie who was smoking the last of what they had. "I don't think that's going to be possible right now." She answered.

"What about Marcus?" Nora suggested, carefully. "He's bound to have some."

Abby looked over to Y/n, her expression silently questioning if she would be okay with that. "And you need me to go?" She checked over once more - just in case the answer changed.

A slurring Max was hanging from Abby and Nora was desperate to spend some quality time with her boyfriend; of course it had to be her. "At least if you go, we'll know we'll definitely get some." Abby shrugged, sending a sympathetic smile.

She sighed but started shifting on her feet anyway, "You both owe me, big time." She said to them, pointing her index finger between the two as she started strolling backwards towards the stairs.

Y/n soon found herself in the upstairs hallways. Many doors. And only one led to Marcus' room. Of course she had been up here many times before, but that only ever really consisted of Max's room. Alas, she wandered through, knocking against the one she believed to be Marcus'. Suppose she got lucky too.

"Yeah?" Called a voice from the other side.

Slowly, the girl pushed the door open, finding the shaggy-haired boy laid lazily across his bed. There laid a sketch book in his grasp as he had one earphone hanging out. "Hi." She forced a polite smile to her lips. "You got any weed on you?" What was the point for small talk anyway? She had a plan: get in, get a joint and get out.

Marcus shifted, sitting up as he threw his earphones to one side. "You came in here to ask for illegal drugs?" He reiterated.

She tensed, "Erm, yeah?"

The boy let out a chuckle before stepping from his bed. "Relax, I'm messing with you." Y/n didn't dare move from the space she took in the room as the boy wandered toward his dresser. He pulled out one of the draws, shifting through his clothes before returning with his two joints between his finger tips. "Rules are though, you smoking my stuff, you smoke it with me."

"It's not for me." She interjected. "It's for your sister." She watched as slowly, a certain speckle faded from his pupils. "I can try and bring her up if you'd want, but she's pretty wasted-"

"No, no, that's alright." His eyes darted to the floor, anywhere which weren't Y/n's eyes. That is, for once, anyway.

An awkward silence followed that Y/n made sure she filled. "She's just a bit, emotional right now. Abby thought it would calm her down." She explained. "She's been going through a lot, you know with the-"

"Break up." He finished for her. "Yeah, trust me, I know." Another pause. Another moment of awkward silence. Marcus passed over one of the joints, "Here."

The girl took without a word. She nodded her head and spun on her feet and headed for the door. She should have walked straight through. She should have tried to forget the very awkward situation she had just experienced. But something seemed to be pulling her back. Maybe it was the curiosity, maybe it was just the alcohol. Probably the latter if she were being honest.

But, she turned, finding Marcus still stood in the same spot. And with a rush of courage, she asked, "Why do you keep me staring at me?" She almost surprised herself more than Marcus when the words slipped from her lips. At first, she had herself second-guessing if she had really just said them.

A moment passed before Marcus responded, "Because I think you're pretty." His tone was matched with a nervous laugh as his gaze met her.

"Then why didn't you just say so?"

He shrugged, "I'm saying something now." The boy took a cautious step closer, uncertain if he was reading this correctly. "And I'm sure Max told you for me, didn't she?"

A smile rose to her lips as she recalled the girl's words from earlier in the week. "Maybe." Y/n uttered.

"If you want me to stop, I'm sorry, I will-" He started to ramble as the thought struck his mind.

But, Y/n cut him off before he could get much further, "It's fine." She cooed with the flash of her smile once more.

He took another step and there seemed little room between them now. "Yeah?" He questioned, so close Y/n could feel the breeze of his breath.

She nodded, trying to hide the way her eyes had flickered to his lips. "Yeah."

They lasted a moment which such little space between them. It was like cat and mouse. Like they were trying to catch each other out. Like a game of chess. But Marcus gave in first. He closed the gap between them, his hand cupping her cheek as their lips met, molding against each other.

When they pulled away, they had the same expression, the same grins plastered across their faces. Their foreheads hovered against each other as Y/n muttered, "I should probably get this to Max."

He nodded as they stepped away and Y/n grasped the joint. "I'll leave this door open." Marcus told her as she slowly started slipping back out into the hallway. "You know, if you just happen to find yourself up here again."

"Sounds like a good plan." She stole once last glance at the boy before turning on her heels and wandering back down stairs.

Marcus was left staring at an empty space, all smitten and drowning in awe.

Y/n tried to hide the grin on her face she returned to the party. The music still blared and Max was still whining. "But I still love her!" The girl went on.

"Oh, thank God!" Exclaimed Abby as Y/n came into sight, jogging over to them and passing the joint over. "I'd ask what took so long, but I don't want to know."

"Were you making out with my brother?" Inquired Max.

Y/n played it off as well as she were able, "No, Max. No lips were touching." She replied, feeling a shiver as she thought back to the kiss.

Max hummed and leaned over, "Oh, yeah? Then why is your lipstick smudged?" And like that, with that bomb dropped, Max lit her joint and pretended as if she had said nothing. All while Y/n flushed pink.

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train-wrecc · 2 years ago

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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.

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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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there-are-many-ways-to-smile · 2 years ago

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In a non-fantasy setting the line "I would kill for you." Is crazy, and a bit unnecessary. Because did we do everything we could before making that an option

#ginny and georgia season 2 #ginny and georgia #Georgia miller #wild #imagine your boyfriend is saying that to you #its insane

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yandere-paramour · 5 months ago

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But like what if, reader's kid is like a genius and not afraid to call Atalanta out on the stuff she does. Just imagine kid aiming a deadpan look at Atalanta like you kidnapped my mom and want me to consider you a second parent? Like be so for real right now. Like the kid from Ginny and Georgia. His name is like Austin Miller, I think. Anyway , he witnesses his dad show up and get into a fight with his mom, so he likes shoots his dad. And like everyone covers it up and later on the mom is like trying to smooth things over and both her and the dad are apologizing to each other and him and Austin just straight up says I am sorry I missed when it is his turn to apologize. Like I am not saying, this exact scenario happens, but the reader's kid is bringing that type of energy at Atalanta.

Atalanta would be sooooooooo peeved. She would endlessly try to win over the child because to win over the child is to win over Darling. She will buy the kid toys, send them to the best school, take them anywhere they want, and try to initiate family bonding time at every opportunity. And she's doing all this and the child won't relent? She'll be so mad, especially if the kid is a perfectly adorable angel for everyone else but her.

She honestly might just resort to bribing the kid, she's not above that.

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femslashrevolution · 2 months ago

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Popular Pairing List Update

The following pairings have more than 10 recent posts in their pairing tag, and are therefore too popular to be posted on Rarepair Thursdays:

Aerith Gainsborough x Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy)

Amelia Collins x Zoe Miller (Class of '07)

Anaïs Davis x Bobbie De Bruyn (wtFOCK)

Aninlaphat Sawetwarit x Pilanthita Kasidit (The Loyal Pin)

Anna x Elsa (Disney Princesses)

Applejack x Fluttershy (My Little Pony)

Azula x Ty Lee (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Barbara Holland x Nancy Wheeler (Stranger Things)

Bérénice Leblond x Carla Furiani (Ici tout commence)

Blaze x Kristina Corinthos Davis (General Hospital)

Buffy Summers x Cordelia Chase (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Cady Heron x Regina George (Mean Girls; Mean Girls Musical)

Cate Randa x May Olowe Hewitt (Monarch: Legacy of Monsters)

Clary Fray x Isabelle Lightwood (The Mortal Instruments)

Darcy Lewis x Wanda Maximoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe)

Delia Ketchum x Jessie (Pokemon)

Dorcas Meadowes x Marlene McKinnon (Harry Potter)

Dorcas Meadowes x Narcissa Malfoy (Harry Potter)

Earth x Sun (23.5)

Eileen Dunlop x Rebecca (Eileen)

Eve Unwin x Suki Panesar (Eastenders)

Falin Touden x Marcille Donato (Delicious in Dungeon)

Fluttershy x Rarity (My Little Pony)

Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson (Harry Potter)

Gwen Runck x Nikki (That 90's Show)

Gwen Stacy x Mary Jane Watson (Marvel Comics)

Jack Danvers x Keeley Jones (Ted Lasso)

Kristi Miller x Marielle (From)

Harper Row x Stephanie Brown (DCU; Gotham Knights)

Harumoto Itsuki x Hayashi Fuyu (Chaser Game W)

Ink x Pa (Bad Buddy)

Jamie x Marian (Drive-Away Dolls)

Jiang Zhaoyun x Lan Ze (Legend of Yunze)

Lady Hideko x Sook Hee (The Handmaiden)

Luce x Rachel (Imagine Me & You)

Margaery Tyrell x Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

Padmé Amidala x Sabé (Star Wars)

Prang x Warang (Love Senior)

Sabine Wren x Shin Hati (Star Wars)

The following pairings have been posted less frequently recently, and have therefore been removed from the popular pairing list:

AJ Campos x Paige Evans (Crush)

Alex Cabot x Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Amalia True x Penance Adair (The Nevers)

Amanita Caplan x Nomi Marks (Sense8)

Ana Servín x Mariana Herrera (Madre sólo hay dos)

Anne Shirley x Diana Barry (Anne of Green Gables; Anne With An E)

Ava Coleman x Janine Teagues (Abbott Elementary)

Beca Mitchell x Chloe Beale (Pitch Perfect)

Becky Baker x Imogen Moreno (Degrassi: The Next Generation)

Bette Porter x Tina Kennard (The L Word)

Casey Gardner x Izzie (Atypical)

Deena Johnson x Samantha Fraser (Fear Street)

Eleanor Levetan x Gabbi Broussard (Do Revenge)

Frankie Bergstein x Grace Hanson (Grace and Frankie)

Frannie Langton x Marguerite Benham (The Confessions of Frannie Langton)

Héloïse x Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire)

Imogen Temult x Laudna (Critical Role)

Jen Harding x Judy Hale (Dead to Me)

Jules Vaughn x Rue Bennett (Euphoria)

Keeley Jones x Rebecca Welton (Ted Lasso)

Malini x Priya (The Jasmine Throne)

Maria Hill x Natasha Romanoff (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Riri Williams x Shuri (Marvel Cinematic Universe; Marvel Comics)

Shelby Goodkind x Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds)

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inspirationfandream · 1 year ago

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IMAGINE: Hardin Scott and Ginny Miller being a relationship

#crossover #manip #couple au #hardin scott #ginny miller #after we collided #ginny and georgia #netflix #prime video #hero fiennes tiffin #toxic relationship #drama #Spotify #crackship

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tessimagines · 2 years ago

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SNEAK PEEK Chapter 7 -- The One With the With the Melanotaeniidae Reflection Potion

Ginny was exhausted. Her muscles ached. Her brain was trying to take care of her schoolwork and her work as Compass seemed to be an extra burden to her load, but she wasn’t willing to change a thing.

Being a professional Quidditch player was everything she’d ever imagined. From the gruelling early morning practices six days a week that started at six in the morning until eleven, to the one hour of hot yoga they did before practice, to the matches that were littered throughout the week — it was amazing. McGonagall helped her work her schedule around her practices so she had all of her classes in the afternoon or was able to do makeup work for anything she missed. After classes, she would find time to get her homework done and have dinner and two to three nights a week, there would be a Quidditch match.

After each match, Harry was there to celebrate with her and she took the opportunity to snog his brains out and (although not as much as she would have liked) she went home with him to Clevedon Court to have sex in their big bed after some matches. She wanted to stay every night with him, but going back to Hogwarts each night was more important for both of their sleep schedules when it came to the stress they were both under. Not to mention the minor annoyance that she was supposed to be living at Hogwarts (which never bothered her before now).

This didn’t even include the whole other side of being a Harpy which was making her out to be an instant celebrity.

It was strange to have people cheer her name in the crowds at the matches, people who supported the rookie on her first season. But the part she found the most amazing was being at Hogwarts and having first or second year students approach her in the halls and ask for an autograph.

That was the coolest thing ever.

It made all of the workouts and the gruelling practices and the long hours one hundred percent worth it. Being a professional athlete was a lot more than just playing her heart out on the pitch, she had to keep herself healthy and strong to make sure that she could be out there doing her best.

Morning practices included a run, hot yoga, and weight training and that was all before they even made it out onto the pitch. Pull-ups off of their floating brooms, sit-ups, chin-ups, squats, and more.

“It’s about routine. It’s about mental well being. It’s about diet,” Coach Mallory Miller proclaimed, her whistle in her mouth. “Following these guidelines will keep you strong and keep you healthy. The team’s healer will be around for any guidance needed.”

The team healer, a tall, thin witch named Winifred Voss, was very kind. She had soft brown eyes and a wide smile and took the time to get to know everything about her players. Ginny felt that Winnie was one of the nicest healers she’d ever met and was happy to turn over her medical care to her. She provided tips and guidelines on muscle relaxation, on proper stretches, and on nutrition. This did mean that living at Hogwarts was sometimes a cruel temptation when it came to a lot of the delicious foods she had to avoid eating in excess, but it was an easy thing to give up when the reward was being a Harpy.

Between the practices, her classes, keeping up on her homework, playing in the matches, and writing as Compass, Ginny felt that finding time to do literally anything else was sparse. She felt like she spent a few passing moments here and there with Colin and Luna as Sundays were usually her only day to get a break and even then, sometimes matches were scheduled on them.

The good thing about being so busy was that Ginny barely even registered missing Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Theo. Now it was almost Christmas and her final year of school was half over and she couldn’t even believe it.

She’d finally managed to snag time to talk to Theo on the mirror the other night and was still smiling at the excitement in his eyes as he explained to her how he and Sebastian were officially moving in together. She hadn’t been able to hold back her laugh at their realization that they’d been living together unofficially for months and neither of them had even noticed. She loved seeing her friend so in love and so happy and she knew that Sebastian was the right man for him because he made Theo feel so loved and so happy.

“We’re looking forward to going to the Puddlemere match,” Theo said. “Bas is really excited, but he says that he’s going to feel torn on who to cheer for. He’s a big fan of Oliver Wood.”

Ginny chuckled. “I promise not to take it personally if he cheers for Oliver, but tell him if he cheers for me, I’ll get him an introduction.”

Theo gasped. “Bribery!”

She laughed. “A little. But in all fairness, Mum told Angelina to invite him over to the Burrow one day for dinner. He was in Percy’s year and obviously knows Fred and George and Charlie from the Gryffindor team. Since he’s a client of hers now, Mum wants to see him again. I don’t know if you should tell Sebastian or not though, maybe it will be more fun to shock him when he shows up.”

“Oh, you’re evil, chick! I love it.”

She snorted. “How is Sebastian?”

“Amazing. Sexy. Wonderful,” Theo said. “We moved in the rest of his things on the weekend and are just finding places for it all. He has this amazing antique coffee table I love so we put it in our personal sitting room in the master suite. His sofa was old, but we kept his bright pillows and added them to the library. A few more of his antiques we’ve kept and have found homes for them and of course, I made room for him in my wardrobe.”

“Enough room?”

“Haha,” Theo said. “Yes, enough room, chick.”

Ginny smiled. “I love seeing you so happy, Theo.”

“I love being this happy,” Theo admitted. “It will be a year in January since our first date.”

“That’s wonderful. I’m so happy for you, Theo.”

“Thanks, chick,” Theo said.

“What’s Sebastian going to do about his flat?” Ginny asked.

Theo scratched his nose on the mirror. “Well, his lease goes until June so I think he’s decided to sublet it in the meantime. His friend Yeona Jin has decided to take it over. She was looking to get out of her building and it seemed like a good opportunity. She’ll take over the lease in June.”

“That’s great news.”

“Especially because it means I get him here with me all the time,” Theo said. “I mean, he already was, but now it’s official. It’s different, you know?”

“I know,” Ginny said. “How’s it been talking to Na’eemah again?”

“Good,” Theo told her. “It’s been really great actually. Well, despite the fact that my nightmares have come back pretty severely over the last few months, which is less fun, but Na’eemah assures me that it’s because I’m processing everything in a way I’ve never allowed myself to do before. It doesn’t help that Finn made me suppress and forget a lot of it so it’s all been coming back to me the more I talk to her.”

“You sound bitter.”

Theo let out a slow breath and brushed his fingers through his hair as his gaze met hers in the mirror. “I think I am a little. Finn loved me and I know that he was trying to help and I appreciate that, but at the same time… it’s kind of like I’ve fallen backwards in the healing process as more stuff comes to the forefront it’s… frustrating.”

Ginny nodded. She could understand how her friend would feel that way. She couldn’t imagine how she would have to cope with reliving everything from her second year all over again. The potion fiasco and the temporary amnesia had been more than stressful enough.

“How’s Sebastian dealing with it?”

Theo bit his lip. “He’s usually gone to be honest. I seem to have them a lot more when he’s away. I don’t know, but when he’s in bed next to me it’s like I feel… safer. My mind doesn’t usually stray too far when he’s in the bed with me. Not as often that is. When I do, he just holds me and talks me through it and he just makes me feel better.”

“In other words, the Insomniacs Club might need to be reinstated for when Sebastian’s away?”

He chuckled. “I’ll keep you posted on that.”

Ginny yawned and Theo gave her a sympathetic look.

“I’ll let you go, chick. I know you’ve been working your arse off lately and need a good night’s rest. I’ll be in the stands cheering for you tomorrow. Goodnight, Ginny.”

“Goodnight, Theo,” Ginny said, smiling when she put down her mirror as she snuggled herself into her bed.

Yes, her life had definitely taken a turn for the busy life, but she wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

#welcome to breanie's world of asc the kismet trilogy #harry potter fanfiction #breanie #third times the charm #the kismet trilogy part three third time's the charm by breanie #chapter sneak peek

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sassa-fiske · 2 years ago

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{ ZENDAYA, 22, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER } Is that ASTRID “SASSA” FISKE? A JUNIOR originally from MANHATTAN, NY, they decided to come to Ogden College to study ACTING & PERFORMANCE STUDIES. They’re THE GO-GETTER GIRL on campus, but even they could get blamed for Greer’s disappearance.

THE ESSENTIALS

Sassa has long since believed you shouldn't trust people, and she backs that up by being the absolute last person you should trust. Depending on who she is talking to, she has plenty of different personalities and motives to put out there, rarely acting like her true self or showing that she might not actually be quite the victim she paints herself out to be. She's manipulative and has perfected reading people, so she always presents herself as what they want to see her as. Long story short - she's insane.

CHARACTER INSPIRATIONS

Drea Torres (Do Revenge), Tashi Duncan (The Challengers), Alicent Hightower (House of the Dragon), Cassie Howard (Euphoria - specifically season 2), Vanessa Clark (One of Us Is Lying), Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia), Monet de Haan (Gossip Girl 2.0), Elide Lochan (Throne of Glass series), Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets), Quinn Fabray (Glee)

TV TROPES

THE GO-GETTER GIRL, Prima Donna, Drama Queen, Consummate Liar, Manipulative Bitch, Stepford Smiler, Becoming the Mask, Academic Alpha Bitch, Villain Has a Point, Moral Myopia, Never My Fault, Inferiority Superiority Complex

OGDEN COLLEGE 2022-2023

MAJOR:

Acting & Performance Studies

MINOR:

Film & Media Studies

EXTRACURRICULARS:

Cheerleading Squad (tumblr), Dance Team, Tennis (singles & doubles), Running Club School News Producer, Theatre Collective, Member of Tri Delt Sophomore Class Board

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Astrid Fiske

NICKNAME(S): Sassa, Sass, Sassy (by her father, usually)

DATE OF BIRTH: november 13th, 2002

AGE: twenty two

ZODIAC CHART: scorpio sun, cancer moon, pisces rising, scorpio mercury, virgo venus, capricorn mars

OCCUPATION: student at ogden college

HOMETOWN: manhattan, NY

NATIONALITY: american

ETHNICITY: white (unspecified) & ugandan

LANGUAGE(S): english

GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis female, she/her

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: mostly straight but there's def some homoerotic sexual tension there with a few ppl

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

FACE CLAIM: Yara Shahidi Whitney Peak Yara Shahidi Zendaya

HEIGHT: 5′4″

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HAIR COLOR + STYLE: she switches it up A LOT, but i do imagine her in braids or locs a lot. but basically zoya's hair throughout season 2 of gg is all ic for sassa

ACCENT + INTENSITY: lowkey why can I see her putting on a very subtle transatlantic accent

TATTOO(S): none

SCAR(S): TBD

PIERCING(S): one hole in each earlobe, helix in her left ear

GLASSES: yes, but she NEVER wears them

CLOTHING STYLE: prissy - lots of chanel

PERSONALITY

MBTI TYPE: INFP

POSITIVE TRAITS: intuitive, creative, sensitive, observant, analytical, kind, patient, determined, confident, mysterious, perceptive, loyal, passionate

NEGATIVE TRAITS: ...sometimes over-sensitive, relies on escapism, reserved, critical, vigilante, wary, ruthless, intense, blunt, rude, manipulative, psychotic :)

SKILLS: reinventing herself at the drop of a hat, trusting her instincts, being patient enough to play the long game

GOALS/DESIRES: to get a documentary accepted into sundance, that’s really...the end-all be-all for Sassa

FEARS: TBD

HOBBIES: manipulation

HABITS: TBD

SMOKES? not usually bc she doesn't like the smell, but she will to fit in bc of course she will

DRINKS? yes

DRUGS? yes - typically coke. but she won't do anything too mind altering bc she's such a control freak. occasionally will use adderall or the likes.

HOW SHE EMBODIES HER CHARACTER TROPE: THE GO-GETTER GIRL

Sassa is The Go-Getter Girl because once she puts her mind to something, she does not rest until she gets it. She can be utterly single-minded when it comes to her pursuits, to the point of it becoming a detriment. Don’t tell her that though. She is all about discipline and exceeding expectations. This pressure is almost entirely self-inflicted, but she’s set on achieving her goals, and is dedicated to maintaining the image and work ethic to do so. …mostly. She does have moments where her put-together image cracks and she lets go of control, which is usually followed by a reinvention, a somewhat new Sassa coming out, though the one thing that all the versions of her have in common is that they're entirely focused on their goals.

EXPANDED PERSONALITY:

TBD

CONNECTIONS

some wanted dynamics -

exes ! always more exes - sassa is the type of girlie who simply needs a significant other, and would rather be dating someone she didn't actually like than be single long term so !! a million exes !!!

specifically would love someone she dated or could date to get more popular :) and into the greer crowd (now that greer is gone ofc)

people she's using in various ways actually. the more sinister or slimy the better :) let sassa be insane :)

someone who is suspicious of her? like she's crazy, someone has to see thru all the diff fronts she puts up

i would literally DIE FOR a russ to her drea (from do revenge)

other than that, the norm - friends, enemies, fwb, the more angst & drama the better

RELATIONSHIP TO GREER:

Greer and Sassa went to high school together. While Sassa was a grade below Greer, and they didn’t run in the same circles (read: Greer was popular, Sassa was not), it was much like Ogden - you couldn’t go to their school without knowing who Greer Morrison was. Even those who stayed to the edges of the social scene, kept their heads down and focused on their school work were unable to miss the glow from THE GOLDEN GIRL.

ABOUT SASSA

FAMILY:

family page tbd

SOCIAL CLASS: upper class

FATHER: TBD

MOTHER: TBD

SIBLING(S)? none, Sassa is an only child (wdym you couldn't tell?)

BIOGRAPHY:

full biography tbd

sassa's parents and greer's parents were friends, but despite the forced proximity, greer and sassa never liked each other growing up

and it only got worse as they got older

(i'm not saying sassa deserved any of it but also ...... like, she do be unhinged)

as the only child of two first generation immigrants, she had a LOT of pressure on her at all times. she basically is all of her parents hopes and dreams and reasons for being in america so....yeah, she has a heavy weight on her shoulders

she went to private school from pre-k all the way to high school graduation. and other than the whole sorta being bullied thing, she very much liked it. the uniforms were totally her aesthetic.

SOME FUN FACTS

sassa is not above using whatever she has to to get ahead. she'll play the victim card, use people without a care for their feelings, hook up with someone, literally nothing is too low for her

she has an eidetic memory and uses it for evil !!

she was definitely a broadway kid when she was, like, younger than 10, and did a part time role in some show. which one i'm too lazy to figure out rn, but kids at school probs made fun of her for it

she's also tried pretty much every sport ever, and would give them up with a tantrum when she wasn't immediately the best at it

despite what sassa says, deep down ..... is she really any better than greer?

literally a huge film bro. gone girl is her fight club.

in general, is hugely into media

it probably comes from like, the deep unrelenting inability she had to feel like she was capable of fitting in and the desperation to find a way to relate to other people her own age. but anyways.

she's literally unhinged !! that's what's important here

her favorite drink is a french 75

FALL SEMESTER TOUCHBASE

MONTY had mentioned at casino night that he heard the cops suspected DIEGO - and since Sassa has caught him in several odd situations, including breaking into a professor's office, she is a bit suspicious of him being the one who originally stole the notes from the investigation (that being how he found out about Diego)

MILO had to deal with the downgrade of Sassa as his new doubles partner this year, and she is trying to lull him into trusting her so she can know secrets - his, Greer's, anyones that he is aware of, really.

At Greer's birthday party, Sassa and LINK struck a tentative truce to work together, but because they're both manipulative pieces of shit, it's really a competition to see who can use the other more affectively. With sexual tension.

Sassa had been dating THE NAIVE NEWCOMER before Greer swooped him up last year - this year, with Greer gone, she did make a move again, a fact she is utterly denying since his expulsion/arrest/perp walk

Sassa found a note in the haunted house that said "GREER TRUSTED SOMEONE SHE SHOULDN’T HAVE"

She also manipulated her way through her second sit down with the investigators and made them absolutely believe she was trustworthy

Apparently G agreed, because shortly after leaving, Sassa received a text that asked if she had ever heard about Greer going into the planned parenthood in town

#ogdenintro #muse

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train-wrecc · 2 years ago

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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…

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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.

。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ

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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raptorix · 3 months ago

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Today's daydream Brain Entertainment during Boring Work Tasks was daydreaming a monsterfucker romance I wish I had the executive function and attention span to write and/or draw.

The summary is this:

The Fourth child of a farmer needs to do something with her life. Let's call them Virginia/Ginny now (She/They.) Their older 3 sisters already got their life ahead of them--Eldest is inheriting the farm with her wife. Second married the son of the Miller, and they built another home & mill on the farming property and will mill the grain the eldest daughter harvests. Third took a baking apprenticeship and married another baking apprentice, and they're running a bakery in town that uses the milled flour from her family's farm. And the fourth took up the home-making duties and occasionally hosts travelers and guests passing by to town on the road. But they're not super satisfied with this drudgery, and seeks escapism in books whenever she's not working.

A Lordling passes through and takes a guest room in the farm house one night, and is very impressed with the hospitality Ginny provides for his stay. In jest, he offers to marry the Fourth child. Ginny and their siblings earnestly considers this offer, as the Lordling could provide Ginny a home more suited their inclinations, and the extra money would help grant some extra savings to the family farm for leaner years. Sure why not, a marriage contract is written up.

Ginny leaves with the Lordling and they travel on to the next county over to his estate. Along the way, they notice a rather unusual horse seems to be following them at a distance, disappearing for a while, but reappearing a few hours later.

When they arrive at the estate, Ginny realizes she is not the only wife the Lordling has taken up. He has a whole harem of lovers already in what *he* thinks is a polycule but is really a harem considering the power dynamics of the relationship. Ginny is bummed out realizing their dream life of reading all the books they want and hosting guests for a living is not going to go as well as they imagine.

The first night at the Estate, Ginny goes out to the well-tended gardens to sulk. It's there she sees the weird horse she kept spotting in the distance while they traveled. Turns out, the horse is a unicorn. A big stallion unicorn! And he talks!

He's an Arch Fey Unicorn, and he needs the help of Ginny to rescue his herd from the Lordling. The Unicorn used to be the patron to Lordling, who ended up betraying and stealing the Unicorn's herd, trapping them all as people, and keeping them all as his Harem. Ewww, that's why the vibes were off with this 'polycule'.

The Unicorn has broken his pact with the Lordling, but is willing to make a new one with Ginny to get his herd back. Ginny is down with this idea, since the rose-tinted glasses are off and they didn't even get a honeymoon phase with the guy yet.

With the powers granted her by the Unicorn, Ginny subtly charms her way through the Lordling's household, and manages to find out how to set the unicorn herd free. But first, they magically charm the Lordling into annulling whatever weird contracts he had between Ginny and also between the harem.

They set the herd free, and runs away with the Unicorn to his realm with his herd. Ginny marries the Unicorn and they have amazing, ravishing monster fucker sex. The end.

#I started with the monster fucker scenario and then worked a backstory and plot around it #Short Fiction Idea

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openingnightposts · 1 year ago

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#EdwardAKliszus #OffBroadway #TheaterReview

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unedibledaisyduck · 3 years ago

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afterschool comforting - v.m

pairing: virginia miller x gn!reader

warnings: hurt/comfort, crying mention, bold text format, no caps, reader refers to ginny as ‘babe’

fandom: ginny and georgia

summary: ginny needed a place to stay for the night after another argument with georgia

word count: 205 (she's a shortie)

tense: past (were, followed, ect.)

perspective: 2nd person (you, yours, you’re)

a/n: it is implied that you’re taller than ginny, the name ‘y/n’ is never mentioned, nor is your race. please don’t steal my work, i worked hard on this piece

prompts from this:

16. “Can you just please hold me?”

27. “Can I stay here tonight?”

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you were lying on your sofa scrolling through your social media feed. it was a normal tuesday afternoon, school had finished 3 hours ago, your parents were out visiting your sick aunt, so you being an antisocial, hormonal teenager who had finished their homework had made the easy decision to be lazy.

You jerked up when you heard the doorbell ring. putting down your phone, you approached the tall door. looking through the fisheye you saw a familiar mess of curls.

‘why is ginny here?’ you questioned mentally.

Stepping back you opened the heavy door, revealing your short girlfriend.

‘babe, what’re you doing here?’ you questioned, inviting her inside with a simple hand gesture.

‘can you just please hold me?’ she replied, taking off her adidas.

‘c'mere babe'

ginny walked into your open arms and wrapped hers around your waist. you could feel the tear on your beatles band tee.

you and your lover stayed there for probably another 15 seconds before ginny pulled away, wiped her tears and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

‘Um, can I stay here tonight?’ she asked, shifting her weight back and forth on her feet.

‘ ‘course you can babe, come on’

taglist: no one yet

#tw bold text #tw italics #tw crying #blurb #ginny miller imagine #virgina miller imagine #ginny miller blurb #ginny and georgia fic #ginny and georgia fanfiction #ginny miller x reader #virginia miller x reader #maria's weird fics

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claireunoia · 4 years ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐧𝐞. | 𝐆. 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 ೃ࿔₊•

↳ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 & 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 ? ♡.

↳ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳/𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 *when i mean ‘confused’ i just mean that the reader is kinda struggling with finding or not really knowing their sexuality a bit*

↳ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘚𝘛!, 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘺𝘰, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘦, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

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⇢ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 | hello everyone!!! before anything i want to say this story is going to have two parts to it!! i know it’s been like forever since i last posted a fic but i hope i can make it up with this. i really enjoyed ginny & georgia. georgia literally took my breath away instantly when i watched the show omg y’all don’t know how much i fell for that woman bye- but anyways her storyline amazes me so much i just have to write her. ALSO WARNING SOME OF THIS DOES NOT MATCH WITH THE CORRECT TIMELINE IN THE SHOW OR ANYTHING LMAO I BE TRYING BUT I STILL FAIL WITH IT IN THE END, IT MAY NOT MAKE SENSE WITH THE ACTUAL SHOW & IM SORRY OK HUSH. i love u all sm & i hope u enjoy!! <3

part two

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

⭑･ ⭑･ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿ﾟﾟ･*:༅｡.｡༅:*ﾟ:*:✼✿

have you ever felt and experienced the true meaning of love?

love is something hard to cross by, specifically true, real love. it’s one of a kind— one in a million. you’ll think you're so in love but in reality it’s just an act to make your feelings feel something but… what you felt with her was something that wasn’t an act. you were so young, both of you were. at just the age of 14 you thought you'd never ever be able to feel this way in the future or even now. crazy, that love starts at a young age. being best friends with her since elementary you’ve been with her all you can, whenever you can.

mary atkins. you couldn’t really describe her without a whole dictionary… she is quite that special to you. you’ve remembered all of the times where you would sit and stare at her features while she spoke and spoke about anything she’ll be ranting about with that satisfying southern accent that always calmed you as you’d sit and listened with an absentminded smile. she was your best friend, your first crush.

you’ve never dated before, not a man or a woman. you don't know much about your sexuality, never really dwelled on it or came to figure out what you liked but you just knew that you crushed on a girl that happened to be your best friend. and that scared you. the mind-bugging fear of rejection scares you, the risk of losing your friendship because of your feelings scares you. you felt fear that the confident southern would think you're disgusting and weird and just stop talking to you all together if she found out. you were just scared. of everything.

it was a late school night, you sat on your bed, music blasting through your earphones as you worked on your homework, your head bobbing up and down to the beat of the song while you worked; not noticing the figure trying to get your attention at your window. it wasn’t until you heard a loud clanking sound that over blared the music so much you had to take them out to see if you're just hearing stuff or if it was your parents that was doing something.

you looked at your door with a confused look before just shrugging; going to put your earphones back in but was quickly interrupted by the same sound again. you look where it came from just to find a rock falling just in time outside your window. who in their right mind was throwing rocks at your window? you slowly got up from your bed to start taking cautious, slow steps to your window.

when you got close enough to see your bushes you can spot golden blonde hair, you know that color hair anywhere. you quickly opened your window to find mary sniffing with a huge bruise across the apples of her cheeks, a pile of small pebbles in her hand.

“mare! oh my god, what happened?!” you shouted as quietly as you could, mindful that your parents are in their room. she didn’t answer you, she brought her hoodie covered arm to wipe at her snotty nose. sniffing harshly as she looked at you. “can.. i please come in? i-i have nowhere else to go” she whispered with a shaky voice, her words cracking as she got her sentence out.

“of course you can. it’s an opening in the bricks right there wide enough for your foot, use that to climb and i’ll help you halfway, okay?” you decipher in a soft voice. she nodded her head in confirmation, a quiet okay leaving her lips as she started to follow your directions. “easy easy… there you go, cmon” you encourage, beginning to grab her arms and pull her into your awaiting room successfully.

mary made it into the room, brushing the dirt from her sweater and jeans. her hands shaking as she did so, which further your concern you already had when you first caught sight of her at the window. “mare.. here come sit” you directed her to your bed, making sure she sat down comfortably.

making sure she was alright, you went to the direction of your bathroom to find the first-aid kit your parents always made you kept in there for emergencies. finding it behind all of your hair products, you grabbed it and began to make your way back to mary.

she kept her head down while fiddling with her still shaking hands that thankfully calm down a bit, her blonde strands blocking your view of her face. you timidly sweeped her hair from her face, locking it r behind her ears securely. as you did this you got the perfect view of the damage that surrounded her cheek.

you winced inaudibly, your finger gently swiping against the bruise with furrowed brows. as you continue to inspect you realized how angry you got in in the past seconds that had passed. who did this to you? was the question that lingered inside your head, bothering you like a bee in the summertime.

“who the hell did this to you, mary?” you question with a stern voice, the opposite of the soft voice you had not that long ago. you didn’t intentionally mean to sound angry— well not to her directly but it just happened to come out that way. mary brown orbs looked distanced and disturbed as she took in your question, her bottom lip slipping in between her teeth, biting down roughly.

“i-i…” she took a deep breath before breathing out shakily. “can ya’ just be here with me, y/n. please?” she begged, not wanting to talk about what happened. you sighed, you weren’t going to push her about telling you if she wasn’t comfortable talking about it but that doesn't mean you’ll let it go. you nodded with a small quirk of your lips, getting the ointment and wipes to start cleaning her face, silently thinking and contemplating to yourself about all of this.. what would you do about it?

you and mary were walking to your house after school just ended a couple minutes ago, you and her mindlessly holding hands as you walked. to her it was nothing special, but to you, holding hands with her was everything and more. it was a peaceful silence upon the both of you as you walked. mary eyes looked conflicted, biting her lip as she stared at the cement below her feet. contemplating, about something bothering her. with a quiet sigh she opened her mouth to speak and break the silence.

“it was ma’ dad” your head snapped up to hers, confusion written across your features at the sudden sound of her voice. “what was your dad?” another sigh left her lips, “that night. when i came over with the bruise… it was ma’ dad. he’s the one that did it”

quiet. was all it was, silence. you stopped walking abruptly to begin your thinking process quietly, did you hear her right? her dad is hitting her? why the fuck is he hitting her? a million questions and thoughts flew through your head like wind. was this only once? or did he do it multiple times- “y/n” mary calls out to you, your quietness making her nervous.

“i cant fucking believe this… he put his hands on you? what did your mom do about it or maddie?” you knew mary’s life at home was rough but not to this point of rough. fuck, ‘you should've been help her out of that house when she finally came clean about her mom being on drugs’ you thought to yourself. “my mom was too fucking high on pills to fucking care. maddie was in her room when it happened, she didn’t hear it. didn’t want her to hear it” you shook your head slowly as you listened to her words, feeling the stingy sensation behind your eyes, indicating tears that were on its way to fall.

“y-you can't go back there, mary”

“i’ve been thinkin’ about that”

“and what were you thinking?”

mary shook her head, her fingertips going to swipe under her eyes, collecting the wetness that collected there. “nothin’, i ain't really thinking too much about it but it has been in my mind” she explains with small sniffles and shrugs. seeing mary like this destroyed you. the usual confident girl that knows every which way wasn’t there, instead, it was a vulnerable girl breaking down.

you then put your hand on her shoulders, gripping them softly; looking into her glistening brown eyes with sincerity before beginning to speak, “if you decide to go back, if he and i mean if he ever dares to put his hands on you again? you call, you run, anything, you can always come to me. i will always be there for you, i don’t care what i’m doing or what’s going on. i’m here, never forget that mary”

“m-mary? what are you doing here-“ you could barely get the question out before the blonde bursted through your front door with frantic movements, her feet immediately taking her into your room.

you called out to her, copying her steps until she reached your rooms designation with you quickly following behind. mary sat on your bed with a determined look in her eyes you never witnessed before, but that wasn’t the park you weren’t focused on. she had a huge black eye that started to turn purplish with blood sparkling her hoodie and fingers, some of the specks on her cheeks. ‘what the entire fuck had happened?’

“mary what the hell happened?! oh my god this is bad, please tell me it wasn’t him again?” you exclaim, going to expect the damage done around her eye but was stopped by her hand grabbing your wrist. “it got fucked up this time, we got into ah’ fight”

you cursed as you sat down on the bed beside her, her hand still holding the grip against your wrist. “you can’t go back there, this is the last fucking straw” mary nodded, her eyes becoming distanced as she took in your words. the plan she made recently coming back into mind. “are you bleeding? i can't see a wound, it’s blood everywhere” you question softly, your other hand coming to pull her hoodie down and off to get a closer look at her to try and find where all of this damn blood came from.

“don’t worry bout’ it, peach. it ain’t mine”

your eyes widened a bit at her words… if it’s not hers, then who was it? she said her and her dad got into a fight but this was just so much crimson for just a fight. “whose blood is it mary? it’s just a lot, it’s all over your face” the blonde bit her lip roughly, you’ll think she had drawn blood a bit at the rough movement. she met your eyes with a lit fire in her eye before speaking her next words fearlessly.

“i shot him” you were shocked. your mouth parting open silently as your eyes widened, you stammered with your words, trying to get them out. “y-you what?” is what you came out with.

“i gotta go” mary sprang up from the bed with sharp movements before getting up to head towards your door where it was wide open; waiting for someone to pass through it. you call after her loudly, gripping her by her gray hoodie tightly. you turned her around gently but still holding her with the tight grip you've landed on her. “go? g-go where, mary?!”

“away”

“what do you mean, ‘away’? you’re scaring me mare”

mary scoffed, head turning to look away from you. her tongue digging into her left cheek. “away from here! alright, i gotta go. i can't be her’ anymore, y/n” now it was your turn to scoff with a tearful eye roll. you huffed, going to your closet and suddenly fishing out a duffel bag, throwing anything and everything inside of it with frantic antics. “then i’m going with you” you declare in a shaky tone due to holding back your tears.

mary eyes widened at the unexpected moves you were making at the moment, she was holding back her very own tears because she knew she couldn't let you come with her. even if she really wanted to, she can’t. she couldn’t. she mustered up her incoming emotions, her eyes setting into a cold glare that was now directed at you. the only way to get through you was to be 100% serious and maybe a bit cold about this. there was no other way to do it in mary’s head.

“no y’er not, y/n. put the bag down” the hard and clear serious tone in her voice is what faltered your movements sufficiently. “you c-cant leave me, mary. im not letting you!”

“and i’m not fucking askin’ ya’! i’m tellin’ you! y’er not comin’ with me, and that’s final y/n!”

the flinch of betrayal you reacted with to mary words had mary on the verge of breaking down completely. she never wanted it to end like this, it was never supposed to go down like this. but life can be one son of a bitch can’t it? “y/n… please just stop makin’ this harder than it gots to be” with that, mary turned out of your bedroom door to go and stride towards your main door, the exit out of your house and now your life.

“i will never fucking forgive you for this! never, fucking ever! i hate you, i fucking hate you!” you screamed, full sobs leaving your mouth as you watched her start to turn the knob to your door, her hand stopping at the hurtful tone of your voice. she turned her head to meet your bloodshot eyes that leaked tears like a waterfall, mary’s own tears finally falling down her face.

“ya’ might not realize it now but me doin’ this is for tha’ best, peach. take care of ya’ self”

and with that, she exited your life.

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