Merritt McKinney

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She chewed on her lip, trying to think. Myrtle was horrible at making decisions even with something as simple as an ice cream flavor. “Maybe chocolate. Or just chocolate chip,” she replied, still trying to decide. “You pick for me or else we’ll be here forever.”

Merritt chuckled. "Alright." He looked at the person behind the counter. "One mint chocolate chip and one chocolate please. One scoop each, on a cone for me." He looked at her. "What do you want it in, a cup or a cone?"

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She giggled before following him in. A pure smell of sugar hung in the air as she stepped in and it hit Myrtle hard. Her nose scrunched up as she looked at all the flavors, tapping the glass that seperated them from the ice cream. “What are you getting, Merritt?”.

Merritt would never tell anyone this, unlike Daniel who didn't really care who knew, but he had a huge soft spot for sweets. He walked over and examined the flavors behind the glass. "I have no idea." He murmured. "I think I'll get mint chocolate chip. What about you?"

runningwiththeboysx

Opening her eyes once again she smirked and looked down at him, a jolt traveling through her body as she was lifted by her body guards. Addicts began to scramble as her fathers service men started to flood the alley, guns drawn. She moved closer to him, only leaning because of her guards grip on her. "I'll meet you later? You can receive my payment later"

#repo! the genetic opera au #semi para #ivoryphillipsbau #ivory

Merritt watched her bodyguards lift her, and immediately took refuge in an alleyway as her father's guards entered. Out of everyone, he was probably the one who risked the most by doing what he did. "You better pay me later." He said, tipping his hat to her in a mocking gesture as he disappeared down the alleyway. One thing he was also good at was getting away from those he did not wish to find him.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She smiled, taking his hand as she began to walk. There was an ice cream shop only a few doors down from where she lived which was easy enough to walk to without too much strain. Myrtle looked over at him and opened the door so he could walk through. “After you, sweetheart,” she murmured, a playful smirk on her face.

#semi para #myrtlexwilson #myrtle

Merritt followed her, though she didn't need to be holding his hands in order for him to do that. He'd follow her anywhere, regardless of whether she was holding onto him or not. As they reached it, and she held the door for him, he laughed and bowed at the waist. "Thank you very much, beautiful." He winked before stepping inside.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She laughed softly, pulling the dress back on over her head. The mood around them was dark and Myrtle tried to lighten it as best she could. “And here I thought you liked me without it on,” she teased with a smile. After getting fully dressed she stood on tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “We should go get ice cream or somethin’.”

Merritt laughed. "Oh, believe me, I do. But I like you just as much with it on. You're beautiful either way." He blushed as he said this, unused to being so sentimental and almost cheesy. He leaned into her a little as she kissed his cheek. "Ice cream sounds amazing." He lightly ran a hand up and down her arm, fingers just barely brushing it.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She shrugged slightly, forcing a smile onto her face. “Anybody else would’ve left by now,” Myrtle replied quietly. There was a certain feeling inside of her chest that she couldn’t put her finger on and it made her uneasy. She hoped Merritt wouldn’t treat her any differently now. Often times when people found out about abused women, they would coddle them as if they were babies. Myrtle didn’t want that. She wanted everything to be back to normal.

Merritt had been around people long enough to know that the smile on her face was forced, and he resisted the urge to frown. Instead, he stared pointedly at her. "You should know by now that I'm not anybody else, beautiful." Merritt wanted to protect her, but at the same time, he wouldn't treat her any differently than he did before knowing. Letting her go briefly, he knelt to pick up her dress and handed it to her. "There you go."

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

Myrtle leaned back and kissed him gently, pulling his face closer to her. It was almost unbelievable that he hadn’t yelled at her or left her after the entire fiasco but she was more than grateful. “Thank you,” she whispered, running her thumb along his cheek. “I love you too.” Those words she had thrown around rather carelessly, but when she said it to Merritt there was nothing that could be more true. “So much,” she added softly.

Merritt understood this. Her fear, her anxiety. But he loved her before finding out about all this, and he still loved her even after learning about it. "There's no need to thank me, Myrtle." He was being a decent human being. Anybody who walked away after learning something so unbelievably heavy was a coward in his eyes and didn't deserve to be in that person's life in the first place. He leaned down and brushed his lips against her forehead lovingly.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She couldn’t get a hold of herself now and Myrtle didn’t care. Everything he said was hard to believe but somehow she knew he was right. Her grip released slightly on his shirt but she didn’t pull away for fear that she wouldn’t be able to stand alone. “You promise?” She whispered, sniffling slightly.

Merritt nodded. "I promise." He murmured, lightly stroking her face with the back of his hand. His grip on her didn't loosen, but it also wasn't tight enough to hurt her, either. Just tight enough to let her know that he was here, no matter what happened. "I love you. Everything is going to be okay, I promise."

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

Myrtle broke herself after that. Tears fell quickly down her face and she released a sob, burying her face in his chest. “He will kill me,” she replied shakily, tightening her grip on the back of his shirt. “Please don’t leave me.”

Merritt's heart broke all over again, and he held her close, protectively, whispering soothing words into her ear, both in English and in various other languages. "He won't kill you as long as I'm around, honestly." He murmured. He would sooner get in the way and let her crazy ex-husband kill him than let him kill her. "I'm not going anywhere, honestly."

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She nodded, turning back around to face him with tears in her eyes. Myrtle hadn’t told anyone about the abuse until now but she trusted Merritt more than anything in the world. A tear fell down her cheek and she wiped it away quickly, hoping he hadn’t seen. “It’s nothing,” she lied shakily, unable to meet his eyes. Her biggest fear now was that he wouldn’t want to be with her. Who would? She was a broken women with nothing to show for it but bruises down her back.

#tw: abuse #semi para #myrtlewilsonx #myrtle

Merritt's damn near stone cold heart broke at her nod, and the tears in her eyes. "This is not nothing." He murmured, stepping towards her and lightly cupping her face."You probably don't want to hear this, but we need to report it. Get a restraining order, or get him arrested or something." He tried to make it as clear as possible that he wasn't going anywhere.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

Myrtle looked over at him, practically crushing his hand in hers. The fear inside her stomach actually made her want to throw up and she put her forehead against his chest for a moment. She had to gather herself. That would be step one. After a moment she pulled away from him and forced a shaky smile as her hands went to the bottom of her dress. Myrtle pulled it up and over her head before turning around so he could see all of the hand shaped bruises on her back. They were healing now, only a faint outline of black and blue but they still ached to touch. It was just a constant reminder of everything she wanted to forget.

#tw: abuse #semi para #myrtlewilsonx #myrtle

Merritt was unfazed by the tight grip of her hand, aside from being very worried. It didn't hurt at all, he'd dealt with worse. His other hand went to her hair as she rested her forehead against his chest, lightly stroking her hair in what he hoped was a comforting way. Then she pulled away and started to take her dress off. As she turned around, he felt like someone had stabbed him directly in the chest as his eyes ran over the hand shaped bruises all over her back. He felt himself fill with rage, but not at her, as he stepped towards her. "Oh, God." He breathed. "Did he do this to you?

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She shook her head, going into the kitchen and leaning over the sink to regain her breathing. Her eyes fluttered shut as she thought of the last time she had seen George- only about a few weeks or a month ago. His face was too familiar in her mind and it made her stomach uneasy. “You shouldn’t have gone over there. I shouldn’t have let you go,” Myrtle murmured, her voice cracking slightly.

#semi para #myrtlewilsonx #myrtle #thanks for checking

Merritt followed her, stomach twisting into knots. It was ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. "If you're scared he'll come after you, I can promise you he won't. He'll come after you over my dead body." His tone was dead serious. "And if you're worried about me, well, don't be, okay?" He reached out to lightly take her hand, fingers lacing through hers. "Please, talk to me. Don't shut me out."

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

She turned back to him, her breathing shaky and labored. “Um, no. No I’m not,” Myrtle replied. Almost on their own, her hand drifted up to the faint bruises on her back, making her shake even more. It was a bad idea for him to go there, and she was realizing this now when it was far too late. She should have stopped him- but she didn’t.

#dude have you seen danny's backstory?#not at all xD #semi para #myrtlewilsonx

Merritt's eyes widened in concern and he stepped towards her, taking note of how her hand went up to her back. "Myrtle, talk to me, please." He murmured, his tone pleading. He didn't like the shakiness of her voice that so obiviously stated something was wrong.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

Myrtle opened the door and felt a flood of relief when she saw Merritt. Before he could even say anything she wrapped her arms around his middle and hugged him tightly. He was unaware of the things George could do and she was just glad he hadn’t been killed over there. When she pulled back, her face was flushed and nervous as she took his hand and led him inside.

#smei para #myrtlewilsonx

Merritt's eyes widened as he wrapped his own arms protectively around her. Not that he was complaining, because he relished any touch from her. But, it seemed like she had been worried about him, like she had been worried he was going to get hurt. Well, nobody messed with her and got away with it, for as long as this lasted-and he hoped it would be a while-he would make sure of that. He followed her inside, shutting the door behind them. "Are you okay beautiful?" He asked gently, worriedly.

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[text: Merritt] Get the fuck away from me, alright? I have a boyfriend and I’m OFF LIMITS. Don’t.

[text: Merritt] shit- not for you!

[text: Merritt] ……

[text: Merritt] love you…

Myrtle couldn’t do anything knowing Merritt was with George. Her entire body was on edge and she spent the hour pacing around the house nervously and trying to throw up. Just to be sure, she checked the door twice a minute to see if Merritt had come back.