#Ginny and Georgia Fanfic

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My Mother's Daughter - A Ginny and Georgia Fanfic

I got hit with the sudden inspiration to write the first "Episode" of my Ginny and Georgia fanfic featuring my OC Alexandria Miller. I don't know if I will be writing the other "Episodes" any time soon so I won't be posting this anywhere but here. Hope ya enjoy reading it!

There's a lot going on in this "Episode" so here's a Trigger Warning for assault/sexual assault and other stuff that I'm not sure needs a warning or not just be forewarned that Alex has experienced and done a lot. Nothing is explicitly described but it's in there.

Below the cut is Season 1 Episode 1 of My Mother's Daughter

My mom had my sister Ginny and me when she was just fifteen. We got the sex talk when we were seven, and while people might have thought it was bizarre or inappropriate, it actually made perfect sense. Did they miss the fact that our mom had us when she was fifteen? The timing of the talk was understandable based on that. But of course, in my mom’s unique way, it wasn’t the typical birds and the bees story. Oh no, she was far from typical, and I loved her for it. In fact, I loved her for everything she was and everything she had done—my mom was a mother bear in a Prada dress, fierce and beautiful.

Alexandria "Alex" Miller, twin sister to Virginia "Ginny" Miller, sat in her Math class, scribbling away in her notebook. Was this for an actual assignment? Oh hell no. Alex wasn’t in AP classes like her sister for a reason. Well, she wasn’t in all AP classes for a reason. Alex excelled in everything English and Literature-related, but the other subjects… not so much. It wasn’t because she wasn’t smart enough; she simply didn’t care. Like right then in class, when she was working on a journal entry instead of the word problems assigned by the teacher.

Just when Alex noticed the teacher noticing her not doing her assignment, the Guidance Counselor stepped into the classroom and said, “Alexandria, can I speak to you in the hall, please?”

Alex froze. Was this it? Was she in trouble? Was there a cop with her? No, no, no. There wasn’t a cop. It was just the sweet, well-meaning guidance counselor who was as naive as they came. Alex relaxed, got out of her seat at the back of the classroom, and followed the counselor into the hall. “What’s going on?” she asked as the counselor closed the door behind them.

The Counselor said in her sweet way, “Oh, Alexandria, I’m so sorry. Your stepfather’s been in an accident – he didn’t make it. Your mother is on your way here with your brother and your sister is waiting for them in the office. I’m so sorry.” She hugged Alexandria in a comforting manner.

Alex stood there frozen as the counselor hugged her. Did she say it was accident? It was declared an accident? And he was dead? Her stepfather was dead?...Good.

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Flash forward to the funeral. Someone who knew her stepfather Kenny gave Alex a hug and murmured their condolences. Were they truly sorry? Or was it just the obligatory thing to say at funerals? Alex didn’t care either way and didn’t bother looking at Kenny’s body in the casket, unlike Ginny and their little brother Austin.

“People are gonna talk if you don’t pay your respects, Andie,” Ginny whispered like she was disciplining her.

Alex clenched her fists slightly at the name. Ginny knew she hated being called Andie, which is precisely why she used it now to make her point. “People are going to talk either way,” Alex replied. “Or haven’t you heard everyone here in the room?” With a scoff, Alex walked away to find her mother, Georgia Miller, speaking to a group of people as the perfect grieving widow—praising Kenny, saying how he’d be missed, how he was a godsend after being a single mother for so long, and all that jazz. Georgia was amazing, and Alex was in awe of her. Suffice it to say, Alex wanted to be just like Georgia when she grew up—hell, she was already partway there. After all, she was her mother’s daughter.

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Alex felt an immense wave of relief wash over her when her mom announced they would be leaving Texas for Wellsbury, Massachusetts. The sooner they got out of Texas, the better.

As Alex loaded the last of the essentials into the trunk for their road trip to Massachusetts, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she closed the trunk and found Georgia standing there. “Jesus!” she exclaimed, having not heard her mother approach.

“Oh, come on now, we both know I’m not that saintly,” Georgia beamed, giving her daughter a playful hip bump. “How you doing, baby girl?”

“Can we start with a less loaded question this morning?” Alex joked, trying to brush off the gravity of the situation. But she could tell from Georgia’s serious expression that her mother was looking for a genuine answer.

Alex took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. “I’m not going to fall apart, Mom. I’m good. I’ll be even better once we hit the road. We don’t need to talk about it. In fact, I’d be so happy if we never talked about it again. Okay?”

Georgia saw the resilience in her daughter’s eyes but also recognized the toll recent events had taken on her. “Okay, baby girl.” She hugged Alex tightly. “This move is going to be so good for you. For all of us.”

Alex was grateful when her mother didn’t press her further and mentally pushed the troubling thoughts aside—more like buried them deep in a concrete-sealed vault, never to resurface. Alex was good at repressing her feelings, though it often meant something else would eventually bubble to the surface.

Alex hugged her mom and joked as she pulled back, “Well, if Ginny and Austin don’t get their butts in the car, this move will never happen.”

“Heard that,” Ginny sighed, approaching with Austin. She opened the convertible’s door, moved the seat so Austin could climb into the back, and motioned for Alex to do the same.

“Excuse you, what makes you think you’re riding shotgun?” Alex demanded, hands on her hips and head tilted in a perfect imitation of Georgia.

“I’m not—I’m driving, which means…” Ginny trailed off, gesturing to Georgia, who immediately chimed in, “You’ll have to pry shotgun from my cold, dead hands, missy.” Georgia looked playfully smug as she settled into the front seat.

With a dramatic eye roll, Alex climbed into the back with Austin. She didn’t mind riding in the back; she just didn’t want Ginny to snag the front passenger seat first.

Once everyone was settled, and the car began to move, Alex finally allowed herself to breathe. They were embarking on a new adventure—a new life—and she couldn’t wait to start living it.

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The road trip had been nothing but smooth sailing so far, as they journeyed all the way from Texas to Massachusetts. Georgia made sure they stopped at every cheesy roadside attraction along the way, taking pictures at each one. Despite how silly Alex thought those attractions were, she found herself laughing and enjoying every single one of them. She would never admit it, but she really enjoyed stuff like that. Georgia knew this though, which is partly why she insisted on stopping at all of them, regardless of the delays they caused.

At present, Ginny was filling up the tank at a gas station in Massachusetts, while Georgia and Alex were inside the convenience store, picking up snacks and supplies for the final leg of their journey.

Alex grabbed a couple of bags of cool ranch chips off the rack and added them to the pile in Georgia's arms.

“Aww, thanks, sweetie, go ahead and keep loading it up,” Georgia said, mockingly sweet, her arms already overloaded with way too much stuff.

Alex caught on and beamed, “Okay,” tossing a random package of trail mix on top for good measure.

Georgia gasped and laughed, trying to playfully kick Alex, who darted out of reach before grabbing drinks to go along with their multitude of junk food.

With all their purchases complete, they paid the cashier and, for the heck of it, picked up a random scratcher ticket, winning five bucks. They headed out the door, laughing together, until they saw a police officer approaching them. The laughter stopped immediately, and they both tensed up. Georgia quickly straightened her posture, looped her arm through Alex's, and smiled, “Good afternoon, Mr. Officer,” as they made their way back to the car. When Georgia glanced at Alex, she saw her daughter was smiling along with her. “Good girl,” she whispered, then put the items in the car next to Ginny.

“Was that racist?” Ginny asked as they joined her. “That was racist, right? Guess we're not leaving that bullshit behind in the south.” Ginny closed the gas cap and turned to her mother. “What was with you? ‘Hi, Mr. Officer’” she mocked her mother's tone. “You sounded like a bad porn.”

Georgia didn't let it bother her as she went around to the driver's side. “I could use a good pat down. It’s been a while.”

Ginny all but gagged. “Seriously gross. I'm scarred now.”

“Oh please,” Alex laughed, hopping into the back seat next to Austin since it was Ginny's legitimate turn at the front. “That’s one of the milder things Mom has ever said to us.”

“You've just become immune to her,” Ginny said, turning to face her sister. “That or you just think like her.”

“Nothing bad about that,” Alex grinned, meaning every word.

Ginny looked at her sister for another moment before turning back to face front. She and Alex might be twins, but they looked nothing alike. The only thing they shared was their hair and complexion. Ginny greatly resembled their dad, Zion, and looked nothing like Georgia, while Alex was the opposite—she shared many features with their mom and looked nothing like their dad. Ginny felt Alex acted like their mom a lot too, something she herself never wanted to do. Ginny was nothing like her mother and was proud of it.

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Alex leaned against the side of the convertible as Georgia drove through the quaint streets of Wellsbury. It was so... New England. When Alex had time to sit and write about it, she’d be far more eloquent and whatnot, but in that moment, that was the best description she could come up with. Hearing Ginny describe the town as looking like Paul Revere boned a pumpkin spiced latte made Alex laugh because it was so good and so true. “For the record, I’m stealing that,” she said, chuckling.

“The great Alexandria is actually going to use something that I’ve said?” Ginny teased, her eyes widening in mock surprise. “The air really must be different around here.”

Alex leaned forward in her seat, sticking her head beside Ginny’s. “But of course it is – It smells of pumpkin spiced lattes and old man sex,” she said with a teasing grin.

Ginny gagged theatrically, Georgia guffawed, and Austin giggled in the backseat. Alex leaned back, a wide grin on her face, as she took in the picturesque views of the town with its charming colonial architecture.

After a bit, Georgia spoke up with a determined tone, “Mark my words, we are going to run this town.”

Ginny sighed, her voice dripping with sarcasm, “Run it, burn it to the ground, flee into the night. Same difference.”

As they drove past a ‘Re-Elect Paul Randolph for Mayor’ sign, Georgia couldn’t help but comment, “Even the politicians here look different. He looks like a young JFK.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Like the desert, right?”

Alex furrowed her brow in confusion, not understanding the reference. “What’s like the desert?”

“Mom’s dating life,” Austin chimed in. “You were asleep with your headphones on when Mom talked about it. She said it’s just going to be the four of us.”

Alex highly doubted that but chose not to voice her skepticism. “Okie dokie,” was all she said, then sat up straighter when they pulled up to a charming two-story brick house with a garage and a side patio off the second story. “Oh my deity of your choosing. This is it?”

“This is it,” Georgia beamed as they all got out of the car and stood in front of the house. “It’s a far cry from the walk-up in Houston and the apartment in New Orleans. Look at it.” She hip-bumped Ginny, who in turn bumped Alex since she was on the other side of Ginny.

Austin looked at the house in awe. “It’s just ours? Just the four of us?”

Georgia smiled warmly at her son. “Mhm.” This prompted him to declare, “I’m picking out the biggest bedroom,” before dashing into the house.

“Not if I get to it first!” Alex laughed, chasing after him. She, of course, let Austin be the first to enter and pick his room, which wasn’t the biggest like he had claimed since that would be their Mom’s. Alex chose the room next to Ginny’s from the remaining options.

Alex could already picture where everything would go—her writing desk by the window, her schoolwork desk (which would see minimal use) against another wall, her bed, dressers, and other furniture. She knew exactly how she wanted to set up her space. When the moving van pulled in, she darted downstairs to get her stuff and start arranging her room. The sooner everything was settled, the sooner she would feel settled herself.

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Later that evening, Alex groaned as her phone buzzed with an incoming call from her father. The sight of Zion’s name on the screen made her roll her eyes. Their relationship was strained, to say the least. In fact, she’d prefer it if they didn’t have any kind of relationship at all. Ignoring the call, she slipped out of her room and headed straight for Ginny’s. “Zion is probably going to call you – I don’t want to talk to him.”

“Don’t you mean Dad is going to call?” Ginny hated it when Alex refused to call their dad ‘Dad’.

“I said what I said,” Alex replied, cutting the conversation short. She returned to her room, put on "Stutter" by Marianas Trench, and began dancing around, organizing her space. The music helped her drown out the sounds of Georgia and Ginny arguing in the next room. She turned up the volume and kept on dancing.

It wasn’t long before Georgia popped in, dancing along for a moment before sitting on the bed and patting the space beside her. Alex complied and faced her mother, who took her hands in her own. “I’m fine,” Alex insisted.

“Lexi…” Georgia squeezed her daughter’s hands gently. “I know you don’t want to talk about it…”

“Then don’t,” Alex said firmly. “I’m not psycho, Mom.”

Georgia’s expression softened, though she looked a bit defensive. “Hey, I never said that you were.” She cupped Alex’s face with her hands. “You are your mother’s daughter, but that doesn’t mean…” She trailed off as Alex gave her a look she knew all too well. “Okay, okay. Have a good day at school tomorrow. You know what you’re gonna wear?”

“Oh yeah, leather corset, black mini-skirt, fishnets, and some thigh-high boots. I’m going for a whole Dominatrix vibe this year.” Alex’s tone was dead serious, even though she had no intention of wearing anything like that.

Georgia blinked a few times before replying just as seriously, “Don’t forget the whip.” She quickly pecked Alex on the cheek and darted out the door with a laugh, narrowly missing the pillow Alex threw at her.

With a groan, Alex retrieved the pillow and opened up the last box. She pulled out her fire-escape ladder and placed it in the chest under the window. If she ever needed an escape—fire or otherwise—that ladder would be her best friend. Georgia had given it to her a long time ago after...

The sudden rush of the memory took Alex's breath away. She fought hard to bury it deep, shoving it into the farthest recesses of her mind. For now, she managed to suppress it. Seeking solace, she changed into her PJs and slipped into bed. Tomorrow was a new day, another step towards finally forgetting and finding peace.

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Alex was taken aback to find that she and Ginny were not only in the same AP English class, but they also shared the same period. Back at their old school, their AP English classes were always scheduled differently, so this was an unexpected—and honestly unwelcome—surprise. The last thing Alex wanted was to be compared to Ginny again.

Nevertheless, the pair stood before their new teacher, who explained the class in a tone that Alex found distinctly condescending. It was as if he was surprised they were in an AP class based on the color of their skin.

"Virginia, Alexandria, I should warn you both—we keep a, uh, rigorous pace in AP English. The AP students take this very seriously. So, if my class proves to be too much for either of you, I suggest you do yourselves a favor and move down to regular English, okay? I’d hate to see either of you bite off more than you can chew.” He smiled at them, though it felt far from reassuring. “Uh, we cover all the greats—Steinbeck, Salinger, Miller, Homer, Fitzgerald, Shakespeare, of course. Sixteen books in total. Okay?” He handed them the syllabus.

“It’s Ginny,” Ginny corrected him.

“I prefer Alex,” Alex added, following Ginny to two available seats in the back.

Ginny scoffed as they claimed their desks, “It’s like we’re living in a Crest commercial.”

As they took their seats, the teacher addressed the class. “Welcome back, AP English. Hiding in the back there, you will find our new students, Virginia and Alexandria Miller. I trust you will make them feel welcome. I know it’s our first day back from summer vacation, but I thought it was an excellent opportunity for a pop quiz. Those of you who didn’t do the summer reading of The Crucible are in for a world of pain.” He began distributing the quiz sheets and then turned back to the Millers. “Uh, don’t worry, Virginia and Alexandria, I don’t expect either of you to have read it.”

Ginny and Alex exchanged a glance, experiencing a rare moment of twin telepathy that they hadn’t felt since they were kids. They both raised their hands, prompting the teacher to ask, “Oh, yes, you both have a question?”

“There are 16 books on this syllabus…” Ginny began, her tone measured and controlled.

“Yes, like I said, you both can always drop down…” Mr. Gitten interrupted, clearly expecting them to back down.

Alex picked up where Ginny left off, “Fourteen are written by men, fifteen were written by white people,” she stated, her voice unwavering.

Ginny continued, “And we’ll guess the one black author will crop up for Black History Month, right?” Her tone was laced with irony.

The teacher was not amused. “Excuse me?” he said, his voice tight.

“We’re very serious about our education, Mr. Gitten,” Ginny stated, meeting his gaze head-on.

Alex added, “We’re worried we might internalize an ideology that the main viewpoint, the viewpoint worth studying in the class, the viewpoint of the greats, is only that of the white male, thus eradicating our voice as immaterial.”

Ginny concluded, “And finally, we’re worried we won’t be stimulated intellectually.” The classroom erupted in snickers, the students amused by their boldness. “Also, my sister and I have read The Crucible, so we’re confident we can take the quiz today.”

“Are you two through?” Mr. Gitten asked, still unamused.

“No,” Alex replied.

Ginny added, “Please call me Ginny and my sister here Alex.”

Some students chuckled at their defiance.

Mr. Gitten’s face hardened. “Well, I don’t know how things were done at your last school, but here, we don’t tolerate political outbursts and grandstanding at the expense of your peers’ class time.” When another student raised their hand, he turned his attention to them. “Yes, Maxine?”

Maxine responded dramatically, “Hi. I’m like, also super concerned about my subconscious digestion of the superiority of the white male perspective. Also, I have cramps, so can I go to the nurse?”

Mr. Gitten was losing his patience. “Alright, that’s it. For the rest of the class, we will be silent and take the pop quiz. It’s worth 10% of your first semester grade.”

Alex rolled her eyes, pulled out her pen, and wrote her name on the test. She was more than ready to prove that she deserved to be there but was pissed to high heaven that she had to.

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After class, Alex made a beeline for Ginny’s locker. “Oh my deity of your choosing, I hate that guy. Ugh, it took everything I had not to throw my pens at him!”

“Racism is real, yo,” Ginny responded sarcastically, shoving books into her locker.

“Ugh,” Alex grunted, her frustration palpable. “Later,” she added, heading to her own locker to stow her books before lunch.

As she opened her locker, she noticed a boy from her math class a few lockers down. He was hard to forget, with a faint scar running from below his left eye to his chin. She’d spent most of math class daydreaming about the possible stories behind that scar.

Closing her locker, she was startled to find him staring at her. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” she scoffed incredulously.

Without missing a beat, he shrugged, pulled out his phone, and snapped a picture of her before walking away. “Wow,” Alex chuckled to herself, heading to the cafeteria. She wasn’t sure what to make of that guy—creep or not—but damn, that was amusing.

In the cafeteria, Alex grabbed a tray and got in line. The chatter of students that filled the grated on her nerves. She wanted to think, to work on her book, but the constant noise was a distraction. She scanned the room, noticing Ginny’s absence and finding it odd. It wasn’t like Alex wanted to sit with her sister, it was just weird that Ginny wasn’t present. Not really caring, Alex headed straight to an empty table in the back and took a seat.

As Alex went into her bag to pull out her notebook, she sensed the presence of someone sitting across from her. Looking up, she found herself face-to-face with the boy from earlier. He looked at her with an unreadable expression, making her heart race slightly. It made her uncomfortable because she couldn’t pinpoint the reason for her racing.

“Do you always eat alone?” he asked, his tone neutral and deliberately hard to read.

Alex raised an eyebrow, her guard up. “Do you always take pictures of people without asking?” she countered, her voice edged with suspicion.

A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Only when they say something memorable.”

Alex couldn’t help but laugh, the tension easing slightly. “Well, that’s one way to break the ice.”

“I’m Press,” he introduced himself.

“Alex,” she replied, giving a nod.

The conversation started off a bit tense, with Alex keeping her answers short and guarded. Press seemed unfazed, his demeanor calm and neutral. As they talked about classes and teachers, Alex began to relax. She found herself genuinely interested in his perspectives and enjoyed his dry sense of humor.

“You know, you’re not as creepy as I thought,” Alex admitted with a grin as the lunch period drew to a close.

Press chuckled. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Later, Alex.”

Alex gathered her things as Press left the table, then made her way to her next class: Art.

For some, Art class might offer a sense of calm or escape, but not for Alex. The scent of paint and clay in the room only amplified her anxiety. It wasn’t just her lack of artistic talent; it was the memories associated with it that left her feeling frustrated, anxious, and tense among so many other things. Alex hated that class and the memories it dredged up. She’d have to transfer out of there as soon as possible.

Thankfully, Alex was pulled from her thoughts when the teacher, Ms. Lopez, greeted her warmly. “Welcome. You must be Alexandria Miller. Please come in and find a seat wherever you like. Today, we’re working on self-portraits.”

“Call me Alex,” she responded a bit too harshly, unintentionally. She added a softer, “Thanks,” and found a seat by the window, hoping the view might offer some distraction.

Once class officially started, she picked up a pencil and attempted to sketch. Her mind raced, bombarded with memories she wished to forget. The lines on the paper seemed to mock her, refusing to form anything recognizable. Frustration built up inside her until she couldn’t take it anymore. She tore the paper off the pad, crumpled it up, and threw it aside in a fit of anger.

Expecting Ms. Lopez to come over and scold her for the outburst, Alex was surprised to hear a different yet familiar voice. “Need some help?”

She looked up to see Press standing next to her, his expression as unreadable as ever. She hadn’t realized he was in this class. “No,” she lied. “I’m fine.”

“Uh huh,” he replied, sliding a stool over to sit beside her. He picked up her discarded sketch from the floor. “You’re terrible at this.”

Alex narrowed her eyes at him but said nothing as he gestured for her to hand over her pencil. Reluctantly, she did.

“It’s really not as hard as you think,” Press said, guiding her through the process. “Just start with basic shapes and build from there.”

Alex rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, but her skepticism waned as she watched him. Her eyes widened when the drawing began to take shape. “Whoa, you’re really good at this,” she said, impressed.

Press shrugged. “You tell anyone, I’ll deny everything.”

Alex laughed, “Your secret’s safe with me.”

They worked together for the rest of the class, with Press patiently guiding Alex through each step of the drawing process. Each stroke of the pencil helped Alex focus, but it wasn't the improvement in her art that made her feel better—it was Press's steady presence that pushed down the bad memories haunting her. By the end of the class, the sense of dread had lessened.

Realizing this, however, terrified Alex. She never thought she'd ever feel that way towards someone after what happened to her. The idea of letting her guard down, even just a little, was both frightening and unexpected. Yet, with Press around, she wondered if she might actually get through this so she wouldn’t have to transfer out after all.

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“I’m home!” Alex called out as she stepped through the door after school, the scent of their new home washing over her. She heard Georgia’s voice coming from upstairs, “I’m getting changed!”

“You better be decent by the time I get up there,” Alex called back, heading up the stairs. Her footsteps sounded louder in the quiet house as she made her way into Georgia’s room since no one else seemed to be around.

“I’ll be right out, baby girl,” Georgia replied from her bathroom. Alex walked out onto the patio, feeling a slight breeze.

Alex looked around with a smile. “I should have stolen this room from you!” she laughed, taking in the cozy arrangement of plants and furniture. Her laughter abruptly stopped when she saw a blue flowered potted plant by the patio door. The sight of it sent a jolt through her. “What the hell is that doing here?!” she screamed, her voice cracking.

Georgia rushed out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and pulled her daughter inside, closing the door behind them. “Calm down, Lexi.”

“Calm down?!” Alex shouted back. “Calm down?! How the hell could you bring that here? Why did you bring that here, Mom?!” Her eyes were wild with a mixture of anger and panic.

“I have my reasons, baby girl,” Georgia tried to explain, her voice soothing but firm. She reached out to touch Alex’s arm, but Alex pulled away, shaking her head.

“There is no good reason for keeping that!” Alex’s voice broke, and tears streamed down her face, her chest heaving with each breath.

Georgia pulled Alex into a tight embrace, holding her as she sobbed. “Breathe, Alex, breathe. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. Just ignore it and move on, you hear me?”

Alex was hyperventilating but slowly steadied her breathing, each inhale and exhale becoming more controlled. She closed her eyes, willing herself to push everything down as far as she could. When she finally pulled back, she looked at her mother with a mix of hurt and betrayal. “You should have told me.”

“Do you want to talk about it now?” Georgia asked, her eyes searching Alex’s for any sign of change in her resolve.

“No,” Alex replied firmly, wiping her tears away. “I just didn’t expect you to keep it.” With that, she turned and left the room, her voice trailing behind her, “I need to do my assignment.”

Georgia watched her go, her heart heavy with concern. She believed that once things calmed down, Alex would be right as rain. Nothing was going to stop them from moving on and having the future they deserved. Deep down, she knew Alex felt the same way, even if it was buried beneath layers of pain.

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Alex sat on her bed, clutching a pad and pencil, trying to recreate what Press had shown her in class. But the lines wouldn’t come together – maybe it was because she couldn’t focus or maybe it was because it just didn’t feel right. She tore off a sheet, frustration mounting, and was about to start again when she heard Ginny and their mom arguing out in the hall. With a sigh, she put on her headphones, blasting music to drown out the noise. She held her pencil over the paper, but unwanted memories began to flood her mind.

About a year ago, Alex sat in the art room of the teen community center back in Texas . She was struggling in her art class at school and thought extra lessons at the center might help. The instructor trusted her enough to let her stay after hours to practice alone.

Alex looked up when a guy she’d seen around the center came into the room. She didn’t think anything of it and just went on with what she was doing, that was until he was behind her and the next thing she knew she was pulled from her seat and bent over the cabinets against the wall. The smell of paint and clay filled her senses overshadowing the searing pain caused by his actions.

When he was done, Alex turned around slowly and grabbed the stool she had been sitting on. “Hey!” she managed to shout. When he turned, she swung the stool with all her strength, hitting him where it hurt most. He screamed in agony, and Alex threw the stool on the floor, walking out with a cold, “Goddamned bee.”

In shock, Alex went home and broke down as she told Georgia what had happened, before locking the trauma deep within her…or so she thought.

Back in her room, Alex didn’t even realize she had thrown something until she noticed her cracked reflection in the mirror across the room. She got up slowly, examining the spider cracks that made her reflection look jagged and shattered. “That’s it,” she muttered. She rummaged through a bin on her shelf and pulled out her old instamatic camera that somehow still worked.

Setting it up, Alex took a picture of herself and her broken reflection. The teacher wanted a self-portrait? She would get one.

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The next day at school, Alex found herself surrounded at her locker by Maxine from AP English, Ginny, and two other girls she had seen around but hadn’t met yet. The bustling hallway seemed to close in on her as she took in the sight of the group. “Am I about to be challenged to a smackdown?” she asked, her tone sardonic. “If so, I should warn you now that I will be the last one standing.”

“Are you hooking up with Press? You’ve been seen eating lunch with him twice now,” Maxine asked quickly, her eyes wide with curiosity. “Because if you are, you should be warned that he is totally messed up.”

“He’s a psychotic sociopath; you can do so much better,” one of the unknown girls said, the tallest of the bunch, her expression serious.

“If you’re that desperate, we can set you up with someone,” the shortest girl chimed in, her tone dripping with condescension—something Alex quickly picked up on.

“Got anything to add, Ginny?” Alex asked, looking at her sister. When Ginny remained silent, Alex closed her locker with a decisive clang and addressed the group. “Am I hooking up with Press? No. You say he’s messed up, well, who’s to say I’m not messed up too? A psychotic sociopath? Those kinda cancel each other out, so you’re telling me he’s relatively normal, are you not? For the record, I’m not desperate, and if I was looking for someone to date, the last people I would ask are you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to class.”

Alex pushed her way through the group, her determination palpable. “And for the record, just because you’re friends with Ginny doesn’t mean you need to talk to me. Just saying.” She waved goodbye before striding down the hallway. She could just imagine what those girls were saying to Ginny about her and what Ginny would be saying right back.

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When Alex reached the art classroom, she hesitated, leaning against the doorframe. Her mind raced with conflicting emotions. Was she fully prepared to keep everything buried, or would the familiar smells and sights trigger her again? The weight of her past pressed heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. Just when she was about to skip the class altogether, she heard Press’s voice from behind her, “Waiting for an invitation?”

“Yes,” Alex answered without turning around, her voice carrying a hint of defiance. “Gold-embossed and everything.”

Press chuckled dryly, stepping past her and holding the door open, cocking his head for her to follow.

Alex groaned inwardly, forcing herself to move forward. As she made her way to her usual seat, she noticed Press chose the one beside her. She didn't want to think much of it, but a small part of her was comforted by his presence.

Ms. Lopez approached with a warm encouraging smile. “How is your self-portrait coming along? I noticed you had a little help yesterday from my best student.” She smiled at Press, acknowledging his assistance.

“It’s done,” Alex replied, her voice steady but her hands slightly trembling. She opened her art sketchbook, unclipped the instant photo, and handed it to Ms. Lopez.

Ms. Lopez examined the photograph, her face lighting up with approval. “Very creative, and you clearly played to your strengths.”

“If I played to my strengths, there’d be a story or poem with it,” Alex countered, her tone sharp as she emphasized where her true talent lay.

Ms. Lopez’s curiosity was piqued. “And what would the poem be?”

Alex took a deep breath, her heart pounding as she recited, “Shattered glass, broken soul, forever fractured, never whole. Ever cracked, never to mend, from the beginning to the end.” Each word felt like a release, a small piece of the burden lifting from her shoulders.

Ms. Lopez looked at Alex with a mix of awe and admiration. “That was heartbreakingly beautiful. You pass this assignment and in record time, too.” She handed the picture back to Alex and moved on to check on another student.

As Alex clipped the picture back into her book, she felt Press's gaze on her. She glanced over at him, her curiosity mingled with apprehension. “What?”

“Nothing,” he replied flatly. “You’re just getting more interesting.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.” With that, Alex turned her attention back to the blank paper on the easel in front of her. She started randomly doodling, but her mind kept drifting back to Press. Every now and then, she found herself stealing glances toward him, but scolded herself from doing so. It wasn’t him or what those girls said about him that made her do so, it was her own past. Alex had more baggage than anyone could imagine and never planned on dumping it on anyone.

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Alex dodged Ginny and her new entourage of friends after school, making a beeline for the parking lot where her mom's car was parked. As she approached, her little brother Austin greeted her with an enthusiastic “Car picnic!” waving his hands excitedly from inside the car.

Alex felt a wave of annoyance. A car picnic was undoubtedly Georgia's attempt to smooth things over with both her and Ginny. She forced a smile and said, “I have a lot of homework to do.”

“You can finish it later. Come on, baby girl, get in and we’ll go when Ginny inevitably walks away from who she’s talking to and comes over here.” Georgia smiled and waved at Ginny, urging her to hurry up and join them.

Alex adjusted her backpack, the weight of her textbooks adding to her irritation. “I’m serious, Mom. I don’t want to go.”

Georgia’s expression softened at her daughter’s resolute tone. She leaned closer to Alex, her eyes filled with concern. “Okay, I won’t make you. But do you forgive me?” She pouted playfully, taking Alex’s hands and swinging them back and forth in a familiar, comforting motion.

Alex rolled her eyes again but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “There’s literally only one thing that you could ever do that I wouldn’t forgive you for, so of course I do.”

Georgia’s curiosity was piqued, but she decided to save that question for later. For now, she smiled wide. “Good. Now go off and do your homework or whatever it is you’re actually going to do. I’ll save a burger and some donuts for you.”

Alex gave her mom a thumbs up. “Later, Austin,” she said before walking away, just as Ginny began storming towards Georgia. Perfect timing, she thought. She was so not in the mood to deal with Ginny and honestly, just wanted to be left alone.

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Alex found herself wandering into the Allegro music shop in town, drawn by the need to escape her thoughts. She slipped into one of the listening booths, the quiet hum of the store fading behind her. She typed the name of the song she was looking for into the touchscreen, put on the headphones, and closed her eyes. As the music blasted into her ears, she tried to drown out one set of painful memories, only to be ambushed by another...

Ginny, Alex, and Georgia were practicing yoga, a ritual Kenny had introduced, given his ownership of three yoga studios. Ginny and Georgia were bickering about family dinner and what constituted a 'real' family.

“Oh just shut up, Ginny,” Alex scoffed, abandoning her pose to stand upright. “Mom married Kenny, that makes him part of our family. We’re going to have dinner together. What’s the big freaking deal?”

“We already have a dad,” Ginny countered, referring to Zion.

“Just because he shares half of our DNA doesn’t make him our dad. If he was a dad, a real dad, he’d be here!” Alex's voice trembled with anger, still raw from the memory of breaking down in Georgia's arms, wishing for her father in a moment of weakness. Since that night, Alex had sworn never to ask for Zion again.

Georgia, sensing the rising tension, tried to diffuse the situation. “Alright, girls, that’s enough. Lexi, come with me.”

Just then, Kenny sauntered into the room, his presence filling the space. “When will dinner be ready? I’m starving.”

Georgia smiled, masking her own frustrations. “Lexi and I were just about to check on it. Shouldn’t be long.” She gave Kenny a quick peck and led the way out.

Alex lingered behind, her eyes narrowing as she watched Kenny 'assist' Ginny with her yoga pose, his hands sliding up her leg despite Ginny's protests. Alex interjected, her voice too sweet, “Dinner’s ready,” then headed towards the dining room, seething inside. “Goddamned bee,” she muttered under her breath.

Alex knew Georgia kept that blue flowered plant because it was pretty, but Alex was well aware of its darker capabilities. And now, she knew what Kenny was capable of. She’d be damned if she let what happened to her happen to her sister.

Determined, Alex clipped the flowers off the plant and added them to the smoothie mixture she was preparing for Kenny. When it was ready, she smiled at Kenny as he entered the kitchen that morning. “Good morning, Kenny. I made this for you. I hope you like it,” she said, her voice filled with false cheer.

“Aw, thank you sweetie,” he replied, accepting the smoothie cup and cupping her chin. “Don’t tell Ginny, but you’re my favorite daughter.”

Alex forced the smile to stay on her face until Kenny left, then quickly cleaned up to ensure no one else would drink what she had made.

“Good morning, Lexi. Aren’t you going to be late for school?” Georgia asked, heading towards the blender to see what Alex had mixed up.

“I have a free period first thing this semester. I’m good,” Alex answered as she rinsed out the bowls and reached for the blender.

“Ooo, this looks good,” Georgia said, about to taste the mixture, only for Alex to scream, “Don’t taste that!” and knock the cup out of her hand.

Georgia’s concern deepened. “Lexi…why can’t I drink this?” When Alex didn’t answer, she asked more firmly, “Alexandria, why can’t I drink this? What did you do?”

Alex wrung the dish towel in her hands, her resolve crumbling as she told Georgia everything...

As the song ended, so did the memories. Alex hoped that meant they were successfully locked away again. She exited the booth and made her way home. Just like she told Ginny’s so-called friends—who said she wasn’t messed up too?

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End Season 1 Episode 1

[alexandria-miller]

Meet Maggie Press, a lively freshman and the younger sister of Matt Press. According to her brother, she's the embodiment of a Pixie Stick—bursting with energy, quick on her feet, a bit clumsy, and incredibly sweet. Though Press might pretend that her antics drive him crazy, deep down, Maggie is his favorite person in the world, aside from Alex.

[train-wrecc]

Champagne Problems 2

marcus baker x female!miller!reader

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

fluff with a sprinkle of angst?

word count: 4.5k

italics = sign language

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

unedited!

part 1 part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, bub.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love, you already look amazing,”

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

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

“Pretty please,” 

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

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

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

“You choose, baby,”

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

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

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

“Yup,” 

“Alright, let’s start heading downstairs.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, okay…” She quietly answered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Twins?” Everyone exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry,” You whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey!”

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

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

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

“That’s all you baby,”

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

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

“I mean, is she lying though?” Max questioned.

“Honey, you alright?” Your mom called out after, as you and Marcus tried to contain your laughs.

“Maybe she’s not in there,” Max murmured.

You opened the door, being met with your family huddled around the door, “I’m fine guys, just a little worried, and hormonal, but besides that, fine.” You gave them a reassuring smile. 

“Well, come on then, we gotta set up you’re next appointment,” Georgia said, nodding toward the front desk. 

You all began walking toward the desk as you overheard Marcus, “Thanks for sticking up for me bud,”

Austin nodded, “You’re welcome, Ginny’s just a big old grump.” 

“You’re right about that, Max too,” He replied teasingly, causing both girls to roll their eyes as you laughed at the conversation taking place. 

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You texted Padma images of the ultrasound seeing as she wasn’t able to make it. She congratulated you, her messages filled with love and excitement. Seeing as it was Saturday, the rest of the day was spent with your families, Clint and Ellen joining everyone at your house. They both sat in amazement as they stared at the sonogram images of your little strawberry twins.

“Wow, two healthy babies! We’re gonna have our hands full, again!” Clint signed.

“I know, I wonder if it’s because you and Maxine are twins Marcus,” Ellen murmured.

“Actually the ultrasound tech said something about it affecting ovulation, so Max would be twice as likely to have twins than me, or if one of our babies is a girl, she’d be more likely too. We just got lucky, I guess,” Marcus explained to his parents.

“Alright, remind me to never try for kids then, we don’t need two pairs of twins running around. That’s chaos is what that is.” Max laughed.

“I mean I’m sure you guys will be fine though,” She smiled awkwardly.

“Well, I can’t just wait to meet our little twins!” Georgia spoke, as you were all lounging around in the living room.

“Were they able to tell if they’re gonna be identical or fraternal? I don’t remember how many weeks I was when they were able to tell us, with Max and Marcus.” Ellen asked, Clint nodding in support of the question.

“They’re fraternal, thankfully, I don’t know how we would do it if they were identical. I mean we’d probably mix them up while they’re babies…” You answered while signing.

“There are actually a few tricks to tell them apart when they’re babies, like name bracelets or, painting their toenail a certain color, stuff like that,” Ellen responded.

“Yeah, and you guys might need to use some of those tricks, I mean, Max and Marcus looked almost identical when they were babies,” Clint informed you.

“Well then,” You smiled nervously, leaning into Marcus's arms even more. He rested his chin on the top of your head, as you sighed into his neck, beginning to feel slightly tired.

“You feel alright?”

“Mhm, just a little tired…”

“Wanna go nap for a little bit?”

“No, it’s okay, we can hang out down here a little longer if you want.”

“Y/n/n don’t make me drag you upstairs, if you’re tired, go nap,” Ginny said seriously. 

“Yes, ma’am, I guess I’ll see everyone later,” You said, before Marcus helped you up and to your room. He closed your curtains to block the evening sun, before pulling the sheets back, allowing you to get into bed. You lay down, letting out a sigh in comfort, patting beside you for Marcus to join you.

He gladly obliged, cuddling you once he laid down. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, breathing in his calming and comforting scent. “You feel a little bit better about having twins?”

“Yeah, especially since your parents have experience in that department, I still can’t believe it.”

“I know, we’re having twins,” He murmured.

“Yup, I wonder what gender they’ll be…” You mumbled.

“Me too, but as long as they’re healthy, that’s all that matters.” He said as he caressed your back with his hands, rubbing it soothingly. 

“Mhmm,” You hummed, you’re breathing slowing as you began to fall asleep.

“Love you, bub,” You sleepily muttered.

“I love you too,” Marcus responded before placing a gentle kiss on your lips, “Sweet dreams, baby.” He whispered as you drifted off.

He pulled you closer to him as he began to drift off as well. Your favorite place was in his arms and his favorite place was you.

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A/N: there are alot of like nicknames in this, lmk which one y'all think marcus would call the reader bc i really am unsure, also how do we feel about "princess" i think it's cute but ik it gives some ppl the ick... anyways have a great rest of your day/night/morning! 💞

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Hi everyone!

Below, I’ve given y’all a list of other fandoms that I’m apart of, unrelated to K-Pop! Pick which ones you guys would be willing to read if I did start posting for them!

(There’s more but…here’s most of them!)

[greenmoons]

Creating fanfics for small fandoms

Hello tumblr folks, one of the things I always get frustrating by them when I looking for fanfics to read is finding fandoms that are lacking in fanfics.

I want to challange myself to write fanfics to fandoms that needs it. But I don't have ideas and I'm not sure I could write everything but I want to try.

So I'm writing here a list of small fandoms I love that's deserves fanfics and if anyone has an idea for a fic then let me know and I might try and write it. But no promises. I might not succeed to do it. Writing is not easy for me and I could get stuck sometimes.

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

A Kind of Spark

School Spirits

Project Mc²

As We See It

Subway Surfers

Papa Louie

Gormiti (2008)

Duolingo

Ginny and Georgia

Siempre Bruja (Always a witch)

Heartbreak High (2022)

Rat Queens

Not Dead yet

I'm open to other offers about the fandoms as well, but if I'm not in this fandom I might need to go and watch it and it might take a while and I do prefer fandoms I already capable of writing about them.

I'm not taking ship ideas, I'm an aroace, I can write only very specific ships. Not crossovers these fandoms deserves attention for their own lore. And not setting AU (but canon divergence or time travel AUs could work but it's more challenging for me to write).

I'll be very glad to get ideas and prompts, thanks.

[imastarokay]

LOVE ROSIE ROMIONE AU: When a Rose is met with a Thorn:

Current word count: 50,995

Step into the captivating world of my tale, where Hermione, a single mother yearning for her past, grapples with the weight of her decisions. Through the difficulties of her journey, Ron emerges as a beacon of familiarity, rekindling the spark of her former self. As Hermione navigates the complexities of parenthood and the ache of lost time, her bond with Ron offers solace and renewal. Discover the touching tale of a woman torn between her responsibilities and her deepest desires, where love becomes the catalyst for redemption and rediscovery.

Here's the Summary:

What if Hermione was the one who left during the Deathly Hallows, and never came back? What if the war never ended and things just got worse for 16 years until one fateful day, when it did end, and Hermione knew she had to come back?

Rose Granger, a fifteen-year-old girl has to deal with her mother's constant secrecy and abnormalities. Her mother is not like other mothers, hell she isn't like anyone she's ever met. It never all pieced together until now. What will happen when Rose investigates her mother's past and discovers secrets too otherworldly to be true?

Click to read my fic

I hope y'all enjoy it if you choose to read it. Reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. I also love and enjoy responding to comments on ao3, they make my day, and I love interacting with y'all. As always, have a great week!

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❥・The Helpful Neighbor ⁂

❥���breaking character ⁂

❥・fucked up day ⁂

❥・Try Again ⁂

❥・The Personal Assistant ⁂

❥・Mommy wanda head canons

❥・lost and found⁑ ⁎

❥・Sugar Mommy ⁂

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❥・Beg & Call ⁂

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❥・Extra Help ⁂

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I’m collei and this is my tumblr! feel free to message me and ask question or request things!

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I’ll be posting fan fiction on here! I’m not the best writer so don’t expect anything to great. I always get ideas for characters but I’ve never had anywhere to put them, so I hope you enjoy.

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If you have any requests feel free to suggest them! if i dont know a Movie/TV show or a character that well i might not post it, but if i do ill try my best! :)

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Steve Harrington - Co-Worker!Steve Harrington x Reader // Red dress & a black tie (PART ONE OUT!)

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Oneshot requests open!

Fandoms I’ll write for:

• pretty little liars

• Ravenswood

• Fear street

• Wednesday

• Stranger things

• Helluva boss

• Hazbin hotel

• The amazing digital circus

• Scream

• Harry Potter

• Ginny and Georgia

• American carnage

• A series of unfortunate events

Feel free to comment or dm me my darlings 🤗🫶

[wonderful-writers-au]

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Like I said, my requests are open, and I really need inspo cuz I’m getting writers' block. (I can deny any request)

I write - Smut, Fluff, Angst, song requests, headcannons, between character ships (Again, some I will deny) and anything else that doesn’t come into the list below.

I will not write - Incest, shit with huge age gaps, anal sex, anything painful that’s past the point of being pleasurable, anything with animals (Sex wise) (Faux Fur and shit is ok), Anything with dead people (Again, sex wise.)

People I write for (People I have in bold are people I will most definitely write)

Outer Banks 

 - JJ Maybank

 - Rafe Cameron

 - John B Routledge

 - Pope Heyward

 - Sarah Cameron

 - Kie Carrea 

Scream Universe

 - Ethan Landry

 - Billy Loomis

 - Stu Macher

 - Chad Meeks-Martin

 - Mindy Meeks-Martin

 - Anika

 - Tara Carpenter

 - Sam Carpenter

 - Sidney Prescott

 - Dewey Riley

 - Gale Weathers

 - Tatum Riley

Stranger Things

 - Steve Harrington

 - Billy Hargrove

 - Mike Wheeler

 - Will Byers

 - Eddie Munson

 - Eleven

 - Dustin Henderson

 - Lucas Sinclar

 - One/ Henry Creel (Not Vecna)

 - Argyle 

 - Johnathan Byers

Marvel

 - Bucky Barnes

 - Steve Rogers

 - Peter Parker (Any) 

 - Loki Lufeyson

 - Thor Odinson

 - Bruce Banner

 - Scott Lang

 - Natasha Romanoff

 - Wanda Maximoff

 - Pietro Maximoff

(Any marvel Character Minus animals these are ones on the top of my head)

Ginny and Georgia

 - Marcus Baker

 - Ginny Miller

 - Georgia Miller

 - Trent

 - Press

 - Jordan

 - Abby

 - Norah

Wednesday

 - Ajax Petropulos

 - Xaiver Thrope

 - Wednesday Addams

 - Enid Sinclair

 - Yoko Tanaka

 - Tyler Galpin

 -  Divina

 - Kent

 - Binaca Barclay 

 - Rowan Laslow

 - Mortica and Gomez Addams (Together or apart + Young or old)

The Summer I turned Pretty

 - Jeremiah Fisher

 - Conrad Fisher

Avatar 1+2

  - Spider

  - Lo’ak Sully

 - Neteyam Sully

 - Treisaya

 - Roxto

- Anoung

 - Jake Sully

Any other shows and current people I will accept or deny, you never know.

Song request singers I will accept

 - Arctic Monkeys

 - Taylor Swift

 - Conan Grey

 - The neighborhood

 - Chase Atlantic

 - Eminem

 - Kenrick Lammar

 - Arianna Grande

 - Brittney Spears

 - Rhianna

 - Beyoncé 

 Please Requesttt

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Below the cut is Season 1 Episode 2 of my Ginny and Georgia Fanfic; My Mother's Daughter

At the bleak hour of 3 AM, Alex jolted awake, heart pounding, and sweat slicking her brow from another nightmare. Try as she might, sleep eluded her. She sighed and reached for her notepad; a song idea had sprouted from the chaos of her dreams, and she wasn’t about to let it slip away.

Alex’s creativity wasn’t confined to just writing stories and poems. She also sang, played the guitar, and wrote songs. Unlike Ginny, who excelled at the piano, Alex kept her musical talents hidden. Georgia probably didn’t even know she could play the guitar. Alex had picked up playing the guitar in music class back in Texas and now imagined the chords since she didn’t have one of her own.

She often felt overshadowed by Ginny and preferred to keep some things to herself to avoid comparisons.

As she was finishing her lyrics, she heard Georgia and Ginny talking in the other room. She tried to ignore it until something about Chewbacca caught her attention. Curiosity piqued, she went to Ginny’s room and saw her sister plucking a hair from their mother’s chin with a pair of tweezers.

“I’m not awake enough for this,” Alex muttered, shaking her head before returning to her room and closing the door.

Restlessness gnawed at her, making her feel as though she couldn’t sit still. She loved her home in Wellsbury but sometimes felt an overwhelming urge to move, to do anything but remain idle.

Abandoning her half-finished song, Alex decided to prepare for school. Getting ready and having breakfast early would give her a legitimate reason to leave the house without sneaking out. With that plan in mind, she set about her morning routine, hoping the activity would help settle her restless energy.

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Alex’s plan worked perfectly. She got ready, had breakfast, left a note saying she had left for school, and was out of the house before anyone else was even downstairs. She found a quiet spot in the school’s hallway and resumed her songwriting as she waited for the first bell. he was so lost in her creative flow that when a small package landed on her lap out of nowhere, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Jesus!” she exclaimed, her heart racing.

“I’ve been called worse,” Press said with a grin, plopping down next to her and glancing at her notebook. “Working on another poem?”

“A song, actually,” Alex replied, closing the notebook and examining the package. “What’s this?”

“Breakfast,” Press said with a shrug, tearing into his own. “If you’re here this early, I figured you might’ve skipped eating.” He handed her a carton of milk to go with it.

“Thanks,” Alex said with a grateful smile, accepting the milk. “I know why I’m here this early, but what about you?”

“The cafeteria makes killer turnovers for breakfast,” Press replied, his gaze fixed on something across the hall as he ate.

Alex knew better than to pry when someone didn’t want to talk. She despised it when people did it to her, so she wasn’t going to do it to Press. Instead, she set the milk carton beside her, opened her package, and said, “I’ll be the judge of that.” She tore off a piece of the turnover and popped it into her mouth, her eyes widening in surprise. “Holy apples, Batman – this is amazing!”

Press nearly choked on his milk but managed to recover with a smug smile. “Told you.” He studied Alex for a moment, clearly debating whether to ask her something.

Noticing his hesitation, Alex waved her hand in front of his face. “What’s up with your face?”

“Why did you take a picture of your fractured reflection and write that poem for your self-portrait?” Press asked, his voice steady.

Alex wasn’t expecting that. She looked away, biting her lip in thought before answering, “We’re not close enough for me to tell you that.” She was referring to an incident involving a bee, not what had happened with Kenny. She doubted she’d ever tell him about the bee; she didn’t want him to see her differently after knowing.

Press didn’t push further. “Okay,” he said, finishing the last bit of his turnover and his milk. He got up and threw his trash away in a nearby barrel. When he returned, he held out his hand to help Alex off the floor. “The classroom should be unlocked by now.”

Alex took his hand, tossed her trash, and together they walked to their first-period classes.

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“Where were you this morning?” Ginny asked, sliding into her seat beside Alex in AP English.

“Over the rainbow sipping tea with the Mad Hatter and the Scarecrow,” Alex replied, not lifting her eyes from her notebook.

“Is that a euphemism for something, or are you just avoiding the question?” Ginny pressed, genuinely puzzled.

Alex finally looked up and beamed, “Yes,” before diving back into her writing. She’d let Ginny puzzle over that one.

The bell rang, cutting off any further questions. However, as soon as class was over and they lined up to get their quizzes back, Ginny cornered her again. “I’m serious, where were you? Mom was freaking out until she saw your note.”

“I highly doubt that,” Alex replied coolly. “Besides, you said she saw my note, which clearly stated I was going to school early. So why are you asking me where I was?” Alex’s patience was wearing thin, and Ginny’s persistence wasn’t helping.

“I think what Ginny really wants to know is if you snuck out to hook up with Press before school,” Maxine chimed in with a smirk.

“Oh my deity of your choosing,” Alex groaned, rolling her eyes. Her attention snapped back to the teacher, who announced that only one student had a perfect score and that Hunter Chen was the one to beat. When Ginny and Alex got their quizzes back, both were scored 100%. “Racism is real, yo,” Alex muttered sarcastically as she exited the classroom, echoing Ginny’s words from their first day.

At her locker, Alex suddenly felt someone’s presence far too close behind her. She screamed and scrambled away, heart pounding, only to realize it was Press. He was approaching her slowly, like one might approach a startled deer. “Don’t do that!” she screamed again, not caring who heard.

“Whoa, Alex, I’m sorry…” Press’s apology was genuine. He hadn’t even managed to get out his intended “Boo!” before she freaked out. “Alex, you’re shaking.” He followed her into an empty classroom, watching as she hugged herself tightly, avoiding his gaze. Her behavior spoke volumes. “Who hurt you?”

Alex’s mind was a whirlwind, memories crashing down like a relentless tide. It wasn’t until Press’s words broke through that she managed to tether herself to the present. “What?” she asked, her voice fractured.

Press approached cautiously, stopping when she looked ready to bolt. “Who hurt you? Give me their name, and I swear I’ll make them pay.”

Alex saw the fierce determination in his eyes. She cleared her throat before speaking again. “I already did. Metal stool, below the belt – he won’t be hurting anyone else again.” She could see the anger simmering in Press, barely contained. “It happened in Texas, and I don’t want to talk about it.”

Press paced, trying to calm himself. “Okay.” After a moment, he stopped and asked, “Permission to hug you?”

Alex felt tears welling up. When she practically threw herself at Press, she knew she was clinging to him like a lifeline she hadn’t realized she needed.

So much for keeping it to herself, but Press didn’t run for the hills. If anything, it seemed to bring them closer, and to her surprise, Alex didn’t mind that one bit.

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After school, Alex was brought to the guidance counselor’s office by her Math teacher for a meeting to discuss her progress. Alex repeatedly told them that she didn't need tutoring, but they just pointed at her assignments and insisted. They even threatened to call her mother, Georgia, for a chat about next steps. Alex knew that bringing Georgia into this would lead to a lecture about her school performance and yet another comparison to Ginny. Though she doubted her mom even realized she was doing it, so she begrudgingly agreed to the tutoring. Again, it’s not like she needed it.

Alex plopped herself at a table by the window at Joe's Cafe, waiting for her tutor. She audibly groaned when she saw Hunter walking in. Sure, she knew that Hunter and Press were friends, but since Hunter dated Ginny, she figured Ginny would hear all about this.

"Hey, Alex," Hunter greeted with a friendly smile, setting his bag on the floor and sitting across from her. "I brought some practice pages for you to do so I can get a sense of your starting point, and we can go from there." He placed the papers and a pencil in front of her. "Do you have any questions before we get started?"

"Yeah, can we just pretend we did this whole tutoring thing so we can leave? I don't need tutoring, so you're just wasting your time." Alex’s annoyance was palpable.

Hunter looked at her supportively. "It's okay, Alex. Not everyone gets this, and if you're worried about me telling anyone, I won't."

Seeing the determination in Hunter’s eyes, Alex knew he wasn’t going to back down, so she begrudgingly started working on the sheets while he talked.

Hunter, thinking she was ignoring him and doodling, said, "I give you my word, I won't tell anyone you need tutoring." He added, "Could you at least try to be respectful and not doodle on the papers?"

"I'm not doodling," Alex retorted defensively. "I'm a horrible artist, so I don't doodle. You can ask Press if you don’t believe me. And like I said, I don't need tutoring. It's not that I can't do it; I just don’t care to. If the teacher paid attention, she’d see that I deliberately do just enough to pass. Why put effort into something I don't care about? Before you start lecturing me on respect, that goes both ways. How about you respect me enough to, oh, I don’t know, believe me when I say I don't need this?" She didn’t even look up from the papers as she spoke, and when she finished, she slapped the practice sheets down in front of Hunter— all completed.

Hunter looked shocked, his eyes wide as he saw that every single answer was correct. He flipped through the pages, checking to make sure the answer key wasn’t mixed in. "How...what..." he stammered.

"I told you I didn't need tutoring," Alex said, smugly.

"You sure don't," he laughed. "But I don't get it—why don't you do the work if you can clearly do it? Why aren't you in AP Math, too?"

Alex sighed with an elaborate hand gesture. "Were you not listening? I don't care about Math or any other subject. I do just enough to not get held back and focus on what I like. No point in wasting time on the other stuff.”

Hunter was still processing everything. "You could literally get into any college..."

Alex practically leaped out of her chair to lean over the table and cover his mouth with her hand. "I've heard it all before—no intention of hearing it again. If you promise to hush and never bring it up again, I'll show gradual improvement or whatever. Deal?"

When Hunter nodded, she removed her hand, returned to her seat, and sighed. "So, now what? We can go, right?"

Hunter, needing to collect his tutoring hours, said, "Actually...could we work on something? Anything? Joe needs to sign off that I've been here tutoring, and I’m counting on these hours to..."

Alex held up her hand. "Say no more. Homework it is."

Hunter was surprised she agreed. "Thanks. I appreciate it."

Alex shrugged. "You don't annoy me as much as I thought you would, so no biggie."

Hunter looked amused and confused. "Thanks, I guess."

Alex set her homework down. "I don't particularly care for Ginny's friends, and you're part of that group, so I assumed you'd be as nail-on-a-chalkboard-esque as them."

"Press is friends with them, too," Hunter countered.

"His so-called friends called him a psycho sociopath and told me I could do better. You may be friends with them and Press may be friends with you, but those ladies are so not his friends," Alex said without hesitation.

Hunter took that into consideration. "Noted." He then spotted some music notes and lyrics on one of Alex's notebook pages. "You're a songwriter?"

Alex flipped the page and went back to her History assignment. "We're not friends enough to get into that."

Hunter held his hands up in a playful, dramatic 'I surrender' manner. He could definitely see why Press was so into Alex and hoped it’d work out for them.

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When Alex got home after Hunter’s ‘tutoring session’ ended, she found Press perched on the front steps of her house, waiting. She couldn't help but feel a warmth spread through her chest at the sight of him there, almost like he was a guardian waiting to ensure she made it home safe.

“You’re not gonna go all Edward Cullen on me and watch me when I sleep, are you?” she teased, her playful smirk masking the genuine curiosity and slight nervousness beneath.

Press’s face turned stoic, masking any hint of confusion. “I have no idea what you’re referencing.”

Alex squinted at him, trying to discern if he was serious. A flicker of amusement crossed her mind, lightening the lingering weight of her day. She sat down beside him, chuckling. “What’s up?”

“You weren’t at Brodie’s tonight. Everything okay?” He cut straight to the chase, his eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

“I had to do some mandatory tutoring,” Alex explained, rolling her eyes dramatically. “It was easier than dealing with the school calling my mom in.”

Press raised an eyebrow. “You’re literally one of the smartest people I know. You don’t need tutoring.”

“That’s what I tried to tell them,” Alex sighed, leaning back on her arms. She could see the concern in Press’s eyes, and it touched her more than she expected. “I’m fine, Press.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” he snapped, then immediately softened, rubbing his brow. Guilt tugged at him—he hadn’t meant to sound harsh. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, you did, and that’s okay,” Alex took a deep breath, feeling the weight of unspoken truths pressing against her ribcage. “I’m not lying when I say I’m fine.” She saw Press about to counter, so she quickly added, “F is for feeling overwhelmed. I is for I’m not alright. N is for not being able to sleep, E for every night.” Alex couldn’t take credit for that, but when she heard the song ‘Fine by Kyle Hume’ she felt it in her soul.

Alex flashed a wide smile, masking the turmoil inside. “I’m very good at burying things and saying what needs to be said so people don’t freak out around me.”

“You don’t have to wear a mask around me,” Press’s tone softened, a gentleness threading through his words. He wished she’d let him in, just a little bit more.

“It’s not a mask,” Alex countered with a small smile, though her heart ached with the effort of keeping the walls up. “It’s a face.” She wrapped her arms around his and leaned on his shoulder, craving the comfort of his presence. “I’m never going to tell you the full story.”

Press didn’t move, didn’t look at her. He could feel the unspoken pain radiating from Alex, and all he wanted was to ease it. “Okay,” he said simply and sincerely, and that was good enough for Alex.

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Up in her room, Alex was getting ready for bed when Georgia came in. She was braiding her hair, trying to unwind from a long day – ironically, because in a way she was literally winding her hair.

“Who were you talking to outside?” Georgia asked, her voice curious.

“Matt Press,” Alex answered, deftly finishing the braid. “He’s a friend.”

“A friend who is a boy?” Georgia’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you going to be okay with that?”

Alex turned to face her mother, meeting her gaze head-on. “Yes, I’m okay. And…he kinda knows what happened. When he snuck up on me, I kinda freaked, and he figured it out.”

Georgia’s legs wobbled, and she had to sit down. The revelation was like a punch to the gut, causing a swirl of emotions—fear, relief, and a deep, aching sadness for her daughter’s pain.

Since Georgia was uncharacteristically silent, Alex continued, feeling a need to fill the heavy silence. “He didn’t react like I thought he would…he was supportive and asked for my permission to give me a hug. After everything, I really didn’t think I could get close to a boy, and I’m not saying that he and I will ever get close physically, I’m just saying…it’s good, Mom. I’m good.” There was a mix of hope and vulnerability in her voice, a quiet plea for understanding.

Georgia swallowed the words she wanted to say because, for the first time in a long time, she saw that Alex genuinely meant she was good. Instead, she put on a warm smile, feeling a surge of maternal pride and love, and kissed her daughter’s forehead. “I’m glad. After all, not all men…”

She didn’t need to finish her sentence. Alex responded instantly, the playful sparkle in her eyes returning. “Of course not. Gomez Addams would never.”

Georgia chuckled, a wave of relief washing over her. “My little Addams fanatic,” she said softly, her voice filled with affection. “Goodnight, Lexi,” she added before leaving the room.

Alex glanced at her new mirror and smiled – for the first time in a long time, it was a genuine one. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t forced or feigned, her smile was real and for the first time in a long time Alex thought she might actually sleep through the night because of it.

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At school the next day, Hunter hurried down the hall, weaving through the crowd until he caught sight of Alex. His heart pounded as he approached her, his steps quickening with urgency. He caught up with her and, panting slightly, blurted out, “Okay, so, I really need you to be cool and please, don’t hate me.”

Alex’s brows knitted in confusion. She couldn’t fathom what Hunter might have done to warrant such a plea. Trying to control the flood of anxious thoughts racing through her mind, she met his gaze and said, “I make no promises. What did you do?”

Hunter stopped abruptly, causing Alex to halt as well. He winced, his face a mask of regret as he confessed, “I may have told your guidance counselor that you’re incredibly smart and should be in AP classes.”

Alex felt her blood start to boil, the heat of anger rising from her chest to her cheeks. “You may have done it, or you did do it?” she demanded, emphasizing the words ‘may’ and ‘did’.

Hunter looked away, guilt etched on his face. “I did,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. He could see the fury blazing in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Alex, I just couldn’t let you throw away your chance at college and…” His words trailed off as Alex stormed away, fury in her stride. He raced after her, calling out, “Look, I’m sorry but…”

Alex whirled around, jabbing her finger into his chest as she advanced, forcing him to backpedal until he was pressed against the wall. “No buts. There are no buts in this situation. I trusted you, and you betrayed that trust. You had no right interfering in my life. Do you think I want to be in the same classes as my sister, constantly being compared to her? Now I’ll never hear the end of it from Ginny and my mom! I just wanted to stay under the radar, make my own choices, and you took that away from me!”

Hunter could see that her reaction was about more than just his betrayal. This outburst stemmed from deeper issues, from wounds he hadn’t known existed. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, feeling helpless.

“I don’t care,” Alex snapped, removing her finger from his chest and walking away, her anger leaving a tangible trail behind her. This time, Hunter didn’t follow.

Press entered the hall just in time to see Alex walking away from Hunter. Concerned, he approached his friend and asked, “What’s up?”

Hunter sighed heavily, the weight of his mistake pressing down on him. “I was assigned to tutor Alex and found out she’s a lot smarter than she lets on. I told her guidance counselor.”

Press looked at him like he was an idiot all whole doing his best not to get pissed. “Dude, Alex has her reasons.”

“I get that now,” Hunter replied, his remorse deepening. “She told me she only cared about English, but I didn’t realize there was more to it.” Granted, he didn’t know the whole story but with how Alex had spoken about being compared to Ginny, he could imagine.

Press shook his head at his friend. “You really screwed up, man. Good luck fixing it.”

“You’re not going to help me out here?” Hunter asked, hoping for some assistance.

“Nope,” Press said firmly, walking away.

Hunter exhaled deeply and headed to class, his mind racing with ways to make amends. He needed to fix things with Alex—not just because she was practically Press’s girlfriend and Ginny’s sister, but because he genuinely hoped they could become friends. He just hoped he could find a way.

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When Alex walked out of her guidance counselor’s office clutching her new AP class schedule, she felt a volcanic eruption of frustration bubbling within her. It took every ounce of her self-control not to tear the paper into confetti and scatter it across the hallway. She knew the inevitable confrontation with her mom awaited her—an interrogation about why she hadn’t been in these advanced classes from the start and why she’d coasted at a level far below her true capabilities. There was no escaping it now; Georgia wouldn’t let this slide. After giving Alex so much slack on bigger issues, her mom was sure to unleash her wrath this time.

As Alex stormed down the hall, she passed the lilac-painted wall where Ginny and her friends—Nora and Abby—stood, chatting. She hoped to glide by unnoticed, but Abby shot out her hand, gripping Alex’s wrist with a firm hold.

“Hey, Ginny’s twin, we’re going shopping, and you’re coming,” Abby said with a faux-sweet smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Hey, the name’s Alex, and no, I’m not,” Alex retorted, yanking her hand free. She added with a sarcastic, high-pitched valley girl tone, “Thanks for the invite, though,” and flicked her hair dramatically before turning to walk away.

“You could have just said no,” Abby called after her, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “No need to be a bitch about it.”

That remark was the final straw. Alex stopped dead in her tracks, fury igniting in her eyes. She spun on her heels and marched back toward Abby, her expression murderous.

Seeing the brewing storm, Ginny quickly intervened, stepping between her sister and Abby. “Don’t ruin my chance at having friends, I beg of you,” she quietly pleaded, pushing Alex away.

“No promises,” Alex muttered, glaring daggers at Abby. She shot her the middle finger before continuing her march down the hall to her locker, where she needed to gather her textbooks for return. She’d be getting new ones the next day.

As Ginny rejoined Nora and Abby, Abby watched Alex’s retreating figure with a newfound respect. “She doesn’t take anyone’s crap. I’m totally in love with her,” she declared with a serious tone, then burst into laughter, with Nora and Ginny joining in soon after.

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Alex sat at the kitchen counter, her focus intently on the card game she was playing with Austin. The quiet hum of their playful competition was interrupted when Georgia and Ginny burst through the door. Ginny, radiating frustration, stormed straight up the stairs without a word. Georgia, visibly exasperated, entered the kitchen, shaking her head in disbelief. "I don’t know what I’m going to do with your sister,” she muttered, her voice heavy with fatigue.

Deciding to face the inevitable, Alex turned to Austin with a sigh. "We’ll play cards again later. I need to talk to Mom."

Austin, sensing the seriousness of the situation, nodded and began to gather the cards. "Okay," he said simply, before retreating up to his room.

Georgia, still releasing deep, weary sighs, set her water bottle down on the counter with a thud. She looked across at Alex, her expression a mix of concern and exasperation. "Please tell me you don’t have a crisis too. Or if you do, let it be a normal teenage crisis, like a zit that makes you feel like you’ll just die if you have to go to school tomorrow."

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle at the oddly specific example but quickly regained her composure. "With the exception of Art, I’m starting all AP classes tomorrow," she announced, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Georgia blinked, clearly taken aback. She moved around the counter island and perched on the stool beside Alex, her eyes searching her daughter’s face. "You barely get C’s in any class other than English, so please explain how you’re now in AP classes?"

Alex stood up, making her way to the fridge. She grabbed a can of cola and opened it with a crisp snap. "You know I don’t believe in wasting my time," she said, taking a sip. "So I just don’t bother in the classes that I don’t care about." She left out the part about avoiding being in the same classes as Ginny, a detail she wasn’t ready to share.

Georgia slowly rose from her seat, the realization dawning on her. "So this whole time—for years—you’ve been pretending not to be as smart as you are?" She didn’t wait for a response. "Why the hell would you do that, Lexi? And don’t give me that ‘oh, I just don’t care’ crap." She pointed a finger at Alex, her frustration boiling over. "You fooled me good, baby girl, and I don’t appreciate that. Once I figure out how to deal with everything else that’s going on, we will be having more of a conversation about this." With that, Georgia turned and left the kitchen, her footsteps echoing down the hall.

Alex exhaled a long breath, taking another sip of her soda. "Yep, that pretty much went the way I thought it would," she muttered to herself, the weight of the confrontation settling heavily on her shoulders.

With the tension between her and her mom still hanging in the air, Alex planned to retreat to her room for some much-needed solitude. That was the plan until a sudden knock at the front door made her spin around on her heels. She opened it to find Hunter standing there, a hesitant smile on his face.

“Ginny’s upstairs, I’ll go get her,” Alex said automatically, ready to dash away.

“Actually, I’m here for you,” Hunter interjected quickly before she could leave.

“Why? You have more decisions to make about my life?” Alex retorted, raising an eyebrow as she sipped her soda. She stepped outside, closing the door behind her.

“I deserve that,” Hunter admitted, then handed her a paper bag from the Wellsbury bookstore. “This is for you.”

Alex tapped her soda can thoughtfully. “Is this a bribe for my forgiveness?”

“Absolutely,” Hunter replied without missing a beat.

Alex chuckled, handing him her soda can. She took the bag from him and pulled out a compilation book of cartoons of the Addams Family by Charles Addams. Her eyes lit up with excitement. “Oh my deity of your choosing, this is amazing!” She laughed, flipping through the pages before looking back at Hunter. “How did you know I loved the Addams Family?”

Hunter shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. “Your bag is covered with Addams Family-themed patches. I figured this would be a safe bet.” His eyes were hopeful. “Are we good?”

Alex closed the book, placing it back into the paper bag. She took her soda can from him and narrowed her eyes, a smile playing on her lips. “You’re lucky I love a good bribe.” She grinned, and he smiled along with her.

“Good, I’m glad. I really want us to be friends,” Hunter said earnestly.

Alex’s immediate response was blunt. “Right – not getting along with your friend’s friend and the girl you like’s sister probably wouldn’t bode well for you.”

“Not just that,” Hunter explained, “I think you’re cool and want to be your friend, just because.”

“A non-ulterior motive friend, eh? I’m good with that.” Alex lifted the bag. “Thank you for this. See you in class.”

Hunter smiled and waved as she went back inside the house. He walked back to his car parked down the street and got in, looking at Press who was sitting in the passenger seat. “You were right, she loved the book.”

“Told you,” Press replied, not looking away from his phone.

“I thought you weren’t going to help me though? Why did you give me the book?” Hunter asked, still puzzled.

“I wasn’t helping you, I was helping her,” Press replied seriously. “She could use you as a friend.”

Hunter could have easily teased Press for being sentimental, but he chose not to. Instead, he simply said, “I owe you one.”

“I aim to collect,” Press responded, his tone leaving no room for doubt. He had given Hunter the book because he wanted Alex to feel better and for her and Hunter to be friends. Press was willing to do anything to make Alex happy and he intended to see it through.

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End Season 1 Episode 2

[alexandria-miller]

I found these GIFs on Google and they reminded me of Alex and Georgia from My Mother's Daughter, so this happened.

[train-wrecc]

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! 💞 

[sapphospecs]

Okay the fact that Joe blasts music and dances by himself at blue farm?

And Georgia is known for her impromptu dance parties?

Not subtle…

[hollypan7]

Umm hi 👋🏻its been a long time since I’ve posted on here but um I might start doing that but I think I would like introduce my self.

Hi I’m holly, I’m 23 years old. I live in America, I’m also an Editor & Writer. I haven’t really written anything since 2020 because well the pandemic and I got back into video editing which I do pretty much full time along with working a part time job. I love pizza and I’m pretty much addicted to Taco Bell, I also have a love for animals.

I have many interests which include shifting ( I haven’t actually shifted yet ) collecting funko pops and editing ofc. I’m probably also the worlds biggest klaus mikaelson stan it’s been 3 years in the running on that. But um yeah I might get myself back into writing so if there’s any ideas you y’all might have let me know.

The fandoms I’m in are

. Marvel

. Tvdu

. Shadow & Bone

. OBX

. Harry Potter / Marauders

. Ginny & Georgia

. The walking dead

. Cobra Kai

. The umbrella academy

. Once upon a time

. h2o Just Add water

. Wednesday

Socials

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- TikTok: .Marcuskrx

- Holly ✌🏻