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THROUGH YOUR SLEEVES ! MARCUS BAKER

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summary-> recently you felt more insecure, looking at the girls around you more often. looking at yourself, realizing you were different. you didn’t look like them.

warnings-> self harm, self hate, knife mentioned.

authors note-> the reader is hispanic, it’s mostly talking about features. (i’m hispanic myself) lowercase intended, my english isn’t good sorry if there’s any mistakes. also readers room is setup just like ginny’s. [change of pov] [use of (y/n)]

you were staring at your brown hairy arms, while scrolling through your friends instagram. one of them recently have posted a picture of themself in a bikini. you stared at their arms, not in a weird way. just in a more jealously way.

you reached over from the middle of your bed into your nightstand. you opened the drawer and grabbed a small knife. you pulled your long sleeves to your elbow.

after.. you placed back the knife. you stared at the blood leaking from your wrist. you rolled your sleeve back down and decided to go to sleep. you laid down. feeling the breeze from your open window. you looked at your boyfriends window.

his light was on. you saw his figure move around the room. you started to dooze off and fell asleep with your window open.

marcus’ point of view

i saw (y/n) from the window. i smiled, i grabbed my phone from my nightstand.

->hey, you up?

->it’s late wyd? 🤗

-> helloo…😔

you didn’t answer your phone so he looked over to your window, your blinds were still open. he decided to go to your window and maybe sleep in your bed. for some reason your bed is always comfier than his.

he entered into your bedroom. he closed the window behind him, not wanting you to get sick with the breeze. he removed his shoes, he moved the covers and saw your grey long sleeve. red. his folded the grey long sleeve and saw self harm/knife marks. “shit,” he said. he looked through one of your nightstand drawers and saw some bandages. he cleaned up your bleeding.

he unfolded your sleeves. he removed his sweater and laid down next to you. he put your hair in front of your face behind your ear. “you’re so pretty, why do you do this to yourself..i love you. so much, more than you think i do.” he said to you and kisses your forehead. marcus falls asleep next to you.

you woke up to the sun blaring from your open curtains. you groaned and were about to get up until you realized marcus was with you. you slightly moved him away to go brush your teeth and look some what presentable. you looked at your arm and realized you had brown bandages on your wrists. you changed into a black long sleeve but marcus had just woken up and saw you, covering your bra with another long sleeve shirt.

maybe that’s why you always wore long sleeves even on the days it was more than 100°. marcus thought to himself.

“i saw your marks.” he said. shit. “thanks for cleaning them up.” you said and closed your closet. you sat back down on your bed and marcus sat up. “(y/n). what’s wrong?” he said and held your hands in his.

“i don’t know, I’ve just felt gross recently. i don’t look like everyone on instagram. every girl i know is at least ten times prettier than me. i have so much body hair, it’s weird. my features are different than everyone else’s.” you vented to marcus. he frowned.

“(y/n).. you’re special. you’re amazing and beautiful and kind and smart and so many more things.” he said and held your face in his hands. he kissed you and your flashed flushed with red. “you’re so pretty when you blush.” he said and it made you smile even more. he can always find a way to make you smile.

the end.

[sorry this kinda sucks]

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thinking abt marcus baker x reader with the fake dating trope, he runs to her when ginny starts dating hunter and in the process of (successfully) making ginny jealous he falls for reader.

Marcus Baker.

Girls be like:

"I'm in love"

Then it's literally just words on paper

(same girly)

“Being back in the room where depression lives, it’s a sharp pain and an overwhelming numbness. I love her. Even in the room, I love her. But being loved takes work too. I don’t have it in me to be loved right now.”

— Marcus, Ginny & Georgia

“Some feelings are like old familiar friends. Depression’s like that for me. When I’m not in it, I don’t remember it. I remember it’s bad. I remember the darkness, but it’s… different to feel it again. It’s the difference between remembering what a room looks like and actually walking through the door. Being inside it again. Feeling it. When the episode stars, it can be slow at first. An intrusive thought, “si don’t wanna be here“, but then it’s gone. You bat it away like a fly or a bad smell. When it hits you fully though, when you’re really in it, it’s everything. It’s who you are, you’re nothing else. On the outside, you look the same, smiling and pretending is so much work, but inside, it’s a different story. You start to hate yourself. You’re so alone, so unbelievably alone. And you can be with someone you love, but you’re not really with them. We think we know what’s going on with other people, but we don’t. You never really know what’s going on inside someone else’s head. Everyone’s fighting a battle you can’t see. We all have blind spots.”

— Marcus, Ginny & Georgia

“i’m doing it, are you?” id do it for him