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Marcy Reed. 19. Fucking prisoner in New Quinton, South Carolina.@marcyfck

[marcy-reed]

danielgraceful:

“Buddy, this is my friend. Can you say hi to Marcy?” Daniel coaxed the little boy, prompting him to wave and look down at his feet. “Say, ‘Hi, I’m Kolby,’” His son repeated the phrase, barely looking up from the ground. “He’s really shy, it just takes him a little bit to relax with you,” he released his son to go play again as he stood. “I blame his mother, to be honest with you. She shelters the fuck out of him. Makes him scared of people. But you can’t tell that woman nothin’ if it’s not what she wants to hear. When I took his to get his hair cut without her, so lost her goddamn mind. She’s fucking crazy, dude.”

Marcy smiled at the little boy, her blue eyes soft despite the deep ache she felt in her chest. When she heard him mumble the phrase his father had stated, she couldn’t help but chuckle. “Shy? Yours and Annabel’s child? That’s surprising,” she said, not able to hold back her old snarkiness. She stood back up at rolled her eyes and his statement about Annabel. “At least she’s parenting. That’s more than anyone did for her,” she stated, defending her old best friend.

[marcy-reed]

jeremy-band:

“Morning person or not, you’re still up.” Jeremy replied, shrugging at her. “Might as well stay up and enjoy the nature for as long as it lasts and shit.”

Marcy shrugged. “I am. For now,” she said with another yawn. “We’ll just have to see how long it lasts.” She sighed, looking out at the river. “This place hasn’t changed much,” she remarked plainly.

[marcy-reed]

ivycrowley:

Ivy nodded and smiled. “Believe it or not I’ve always kind of enjoyed tents, living in the city I’ve grown accustom to the white noise from the streets so the frogs and buzzing really helps me sleep so much better.” 

Marcy shook her head. “I don’t believe that,” she said flatly. “You have always been the very hoity-toity type, seemed to me. Unless you’ve changed,” Marcy challenged.

[marcy-reed]

danielgraceful:

“That one’s mine,” Daniel pointed out his son in the crowd of children playing on the riverbank. “He looks like his mom, it’s fucking weird — Kolby!” He called out, causing the curly haired three year old to come running over to his father. When the child reached him, Daniel crouched down. “This is daddy’s friend, can you say hi, please?” The boy looked up at them with big brown eyes that looked remarkably like Annabel’s and dimples to match. “See?” Dan smiled at them. “It’s creepy, yo.”

Marcy stood next to Dan, watching the little boy run around on the riverbank. At his words, she felt her heart ache. She’d had something with Annabel once- felt something strong for her. But that hadn’t mattered to Annabel. Marcy had been heartbroken when she heard about Kolby. Even three years later, especially now seeing what were obviously Annabel’s eyes and dimples, her heart ached. “He’s beautiful,” Marcy said quietly, crouching down beside her friend. “Hi there,” she cooed at the small boy.

[marcy-reed]

“This is great and all, but there is literally nothing glamorous about sleeping in a tent,” Marcy remarked, running a hand through her now long, blond hair. Her blue eyes squinted against the light of the sun. “I’m still not a morning person,” she added cheekily.

[theannabelnash-blog]

Home Sweet Home | Marcebel

[theannabelnash-blog]

“Shut up!” She teased playfully before removing the blinf fold. “Ta-da! I told you I ifures it out. There bedrooms, two baths, and oh ym God, Maece the backyqrd is huge!! Look!” The small girl ran down to Marcy and pulled her through the back gate. We have a parties, pets, gardens! Anything. This whole building is ours? Wanna pick a room?“

[marcy-reed]

Marcy marveled with an open mouth at the house that stood before her. “This is...wow. I can’t believe it,” she guffawed. I am the luckiest girl alive, she thought. She bit the inside of her cheek, but smiled as she turned to her best friend. “This really is something else,” she added. She eyed a window on the second floor and smirked. “Picking a room sounds like fun,” she agreed.

[theannabelnash-blog]

Home Sweet Home | Marcebel

“You have to keep it on! Don’t!” Annabel shrieked as she let go of the wheel to place a hand over Marcy’s eyes so the blind fold wouldn’t fall off. Ever since she had found out her mother was getting their apartment in the divorce, Annabel had been on the search for something that could accommodate them, their seven dogs, and a tortoise. “We’re like five minuets away, okay?” She drove down the street until she came to a bright green house just off Main St. After parking, she quickly got out and rushed to the passenger side to help Marcy out. “Hold on to my arm and don’t take it off until I say so.” Trying her best to contain her excitement, Annabel left Marcy on the sidewalk facing the house and quickly ran up to the porch. “Okay… Now!” She yelled and held her breath as she wait for the blondes reaction. 

@marcy-reed

[marcy-reed]

When Annabel had first approached her with a blindfold in hand, Marcy shook her head vehemently. Absolutely not. No way was she wearing a blindfold. This was ridiculous. But she gave in to Annabel’s wishes, because it seemed to make her best friend really happy, and that was all Marcy ever wanted anyways. Begrudgingly she wore the blindfold, bickering with Annabel the whole way. She felt the car come to a stop and fumbled around to open her door. She was met with Annabel’s arm and grabbed latched on, praying that her best friend wasn’t leading her to some weird, underground rave. She walked carefully with her best friend, hoping that she’d get to remove her blindfold sooner rather than later. When she felt Annabel let go of her arm, Marcy opened her mouth to protest, but then her wish was granted. She huffed in relief and mumbled, “It’s about time.” Marcy removed the blindfold and her jaw dropped. “This is insane! You can’t be serious,” she exclaimed, knowing almost immediately what this green house was meant for.

[ivycrowley-blog]

“I think I know what I need. I was just making a helpful suggestion for your benefit. That can not be healthy for you.”  She said motioning to Marcy. 

[marcy-reed]

Marcy eyed the bottle in her hand. “I’ll have you know, this is actually water, not vodka,” she snapped. “I’d suggest you get off your high horse there, girly.”

[alecdanielhartwell-blog]

“Just moved back, actually,” Alec awkwardly answered. “We, uh, Columbia just wasn’t for us. We missed home, so we came back. Nothing beats New Quinton, right?”

[marcy-reed]

“Oh, I knew you’d come back for me!” Marcy exclaimed sarcastically, a hand on her chest for dramatic effect.

[ivycrowley-blog]

“You really need to get your shit together..” 

[marcy-reed]

“And you really need an attitude adjustment.”

[owendajokester-blog]

[marcy-reed]

You have never looked more metrosexual then you do right now, in this very moment.

[miss-natalie-singer]

I mean alright if you say so I’m not the one who will be wearing that so i guess my opinion isn’t everything.

[marcy-reed]

Great, now can you just tell Annabel that so she stops buying me this crap?

[dolores-bby-blog]

“Still a drug.” 

[marcy-reed]

“Many people would argue differently.”

[dolores-bby-blog]

“Ew, don’t talk to me about drugs that’s literally the ugliest thing ever, shut up.” 

[marcy-reed]

“Oh grow up, kid. It’s just weed.”

[marcy-reed]

Text | Marcy

Annabel: dan's gonna help. it's gonna be wild.

Marcy: sounds good to me

[theannabelnash-blog]

“They won’t, they know it’s the only way I’ll do what they want and stay away literally forever. Sean has never wanted anything to do with me and Claudia isn’t going to tell her bastard he has a sister, if I don’t get what I want I’ll make sure they never live a day in peace and they know it. And then of course there’s the money Grandpa left me once Nona’s gone. So we have future money… And I can make an extra five hundred g’s before the months out. It’s just a matter of finding a place that isn’t absolute shit. If I was still dating Frans this wouldn’t even be a fucking problem.”

[marcy-reed]

Marcy sighed, putting her face in her hands. “Being an adult is rough,” she moaned. “Are you sure we can do this?”

[jeremy-band-blog]

“I get the Olympics are cool and all that but like why isn’t modeling in the Olympics? Like why not let all those countries compete against each other? Like a Miss World or whatever but like Olympic style.”

[marcy-reed]

“That seems a little ridiculous.”