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Prompts #101. All The Small Things || AU Parker

[It’s times like these you learn to live again.]

Summary: AU Parker-enough said.

It was the phone call heard around the world, or so it seemed. The Hex Girls, well Dusk, was recording some of the final sets to their new record, and Marshall, being Marshall had to step in for a few, or you know the whole day.  All in all it was becoming a fresh new day for the young man. He was giving pointers, his opinions mattered, and for once in his life he'd felt like home in that small production mixing studio. The air he breathed felt crisp and full of life, and there was a tiny guilt of being away from Clover especially with her being so far along in her last trimester. It was only a day a part from her, but that day felt like 80 years.

It felt like an eternity once he glanced over the name on his phone. She wasn't calling for Chicken Nuggets again, right?

So when he answered it there was a bumbling Mark Jamison on the line and Marshall had already ran out the room to confirm what he'd just heard.

Clover was going to the hospital. And the baby was most definitely coming  In his own desperation of figuring out exactly where, Clover took the phone from her father and began to speak. “MARSHALL LEE KING, YOU GET TO THAT HOSPITAL, BECAUSE WHEN I SEE YOU, I’M KICKING THE CRAP OUT OF YOU BECAUSE SHIT.”

She must have thrown the phone down without a care in the world, because there was nothing but muffling on her end.  But that was all the warning he needed, if Clover Jamison was already throwing things, that means he was in big trouble.

As there was no way he would miss the birthing of his first born, Marshall wasted no time in snatching the keys of one Sally Mcknight and speeding over to that hospital.

And it was a silly car ride. There was speeding, honking, flicking a bunch of people off, and for a moment he had felt the darker parts of him give up and do just about everything to be closer, inches closer to his new budding family.

The hedonist inside burned bright in committing nearly every traffic violation.

It was the small things in life that gave him life. The weed. The drinking. The parties. The sex. The passing out. The life that he was so wasting before he had the chance to finally grow up.

And now, now it was so much more different.

Commiting those reckless acts, it was a means to an end, rather the life and pains of Marshall Lee King.

And it was a long time coming, a very fucking long time coming to terms with that very idea.

Instead of spending his money on booze, instead of staying up all night, and instead of living his life so aimlessly as he did, he now had a sense of purpose.

He had a reason to wake up in the morning. He had a reason to go back to classes, and the moment, that very moment that he had any inkling that the child was his, well, he was hers. All hers.

And it was that purpose to which he was driving to.

So he thought about it all. The denial of his daughter. The overbearing Roy Harper. The girls in bars he'd turn down. The smile of Clover Jamison. The bumping inside her belly, with his hand pressed tightly against. The doctor visits he so desperately wanted to join in on. The many moments he was taken away. It was all so complicated, but in the end now, it didn't mean anything.

He'd forgiven Clover long ago, and she had hopefully forgiven him.

So even as he skidded through those white hallways, his face wore the biggest apology he could never say, and Clover's face, well, she seemed only slightly happy to see him, and the words which followed, boyyyyyy.

So this was the end, Clover was yelling at the top of her lungs. She was threatening him. And he was so very sorry. For everything. He. Had. Ever. Done.

But would he ever take any of it back?

No.

It was the small, tiny things that led up to this moment.

It was that one small kiss.

It was one small night.

It was a small whirlwind of a friendship.

One bIG lie.

A small revelation.

A small vial of blood.

And tiny small arguments in between.

It was the small feeling inside of him that told him Clover was the one all along.

And it was all he could do--chuckle at the thought.

Finally Parker was born, and it was the best moment in his entire life.

It was the death of the Old!Marshall Lee, may he forever rest in peace, because, yeah, sure, he may have had one thing right, it is the little things that mattered. It all lead up to that one big moment. She was the littlest, cutest, most adorable little thing, in the world. And she was half his, forever.

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[LOCKED AF]

Marce, you're the only one I can think of who can give me real solid advice. And I know you won't say anything because you hardly give a fuck about what anybody thinks because they're all scum. And you hardly even associate with these people because--

Stop right there. I like Bonnie.

Surprise~

And Raven.

Oh wow. Doesn't count.

And Mai.

Okay you can end your list there...

I was going to add Rigby. And Tim. But anyways what it is? Why have you been so fucking moody lately?

I found out some news the other day, and it's kind of really fucked up. It's fucked me up.

As our news generally is. Runs in the family.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to go on knowing what I know. And it's made me feel so powerless, that my self-destructive tendencies are ringing sirens in my ears.

If I’m honest, I would suggest sparing me and running off to the beach rather than involve.

No, help me.

How?

I have a kid.

A kid. A real, live, human being that takes half of your DNA?

Apparently.

How old?

Still brewing.

So you're not too sure if it's yours...

She--- and I'm pretty sure she is.  Everyone else thinks so, we just don't want to say it. The timing is right. The possibility is real high. And secretly I think I've known all along.

I'll continue to pretend you're not speaking of whom I think you're speaking, but...

But?

What does your gut tell you?

If Clover says she's mine, then why shouldn't I believe her?

Because if that were true then she's been lying all this time...

So you think it's a lie?

I don't know what I think, but if it is the truth, you have to first to decide if you forgive her for lying to you.

I do. If it means I can be a part of my kid's life. I do. I can get over anything.

Other than it's a fucked up situation. I mean what's changed? Why now is Clover suddenly coming clean with her revelations?

That's the thing-- I don't know. But my real question is why she would lie in the first place?

Because you're you, and think of how you handled the situation in the first place. I’m sure you were an asshole and denied even sleeping with her. Or maybe not, since she’s a great notch on your belt, or whatever. 

I get it. I never wanted a kid, but it was never like that with her.

So now you do-- want a kid? 

Well, yeah, if she's mine.

So maybe Clover sees that. Maybe you've proven yourself worthy of her gracious womb? Or you know what, maybe she's tired of Roy and his insecurities, so now you're the father. I mean, that's what she did to you, right? She didn't like you anymore, so he was the father. And really what would it matter? Who would she really let in that child's life once it's born?

She.

Think about it. That child is Clover's and only Clover's, it seems. I'm not suggesting you give up any hope in trying, but think about it long and hard.  If you chose to own up to your recent responsibility to your kid's life, there's no turning back. You can't give up on a whim. You can't abandon all ships and run to the beach when things get rough.

I know.

So decide. Do you want to be a father, or give up Marshall Lee forever.

...

Because once you accept that child's life, yours is irrelevant. That means no more beaches, no more booze, no more of your random hook ups and no more of your countless other immature ways. Replace that with diapers, onesies, drool, crying, and even more Clover.

If it means more Clover, and a start at something that could be great like... like a real family, then I say, fuck yes.

If it were Bonnie, and I were in the same situation, I'd have to agree.

Maybe in the future, you could knock her up with science?

Surely, she'll find some way with that brain of hers. But tell me, how long have you been in love with Clover, like fuck??

Longer than I care for, if I'm honest.

Ha, suckerrr.

S h u t  u p.

And Roy Harper. That's a tough fight.

I'll straight up end that motherfucker. Just watch.

Careful, he's already kicked your ass once before.

PffftT.

And it wasn't a pretty fight.

I dare him to do it again. This time I have something to lose. Something to fight for.

K. So I guess here's the part where I say, I support whatever the fuck you decide to do moving forward, besides pick a fight with Harper. And I will keep quiet--unless Bonnie pulls any information out of me because she's good at that, so good luck and...

And what?

Congratulations?

Thanks.

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[LOCKED AF]

[AU SO AU, LIKE AFTERMATH OF CLOVER TELLIN MARSHALL THE TRUTH AU.]

Spending all night destroying your own room, just to spend the whole morning after trying to piece it together, is not fun. Believe me, I know.

But it's the only way I can express myself. The only way I'm allowed to, as any other outward motion would be seen as irrational, irresponsible and un---fatherly.

Running to the beach sounds really, really fucking great right about now.  With a couple of bottles and my phone in the ocean, any other day, any other time I'd be on the next bus already on my way. But I can't. I can't because those final words to Clover...

You... You can't lose what you never had.

They were irrational, full of pain and regretted instantly. I didn't mean it. I didn't fucking mean it.

And a part of me wanted to run after her, grab that shoulder of hers, and wrap these arms around her and not let go until she was assured that the three of us--our tiny family--would not be harmed by Roy Harper....  

But these arms, they're not strong enough for that. Not like his have been.  Not like his have already proven.

And even if she's the one who's kept me in the dark, even if she's racked with guilt, and confused and scared, I'm the one feeling so shitty. I'm the one who's wrecked. I admit, I imagine it not being easy, telling me after so long, but does she even feel better?

Has the weight been lifted?

Does she sleep better at night?

And why can't I just walk in and take over now? Like thanks, Roy, but by way, she's mine. They both are. They've always been. You're nothing by a replacement from a tiny insecurity-- a false one, because I will be a great dad. She's told me herself.

I just need Clover to let me.

But the look in her face, when she said she was scared--I can feel the same feeling. And no, I don't want to end up in an ER for another senseless beating, but if that's what it's going to take.

For our little girl, I'd do anything. For Clover, I'd do just about anything. I will do anything, even if it means... Even if it means staying quiet. Fine. She wins.  I'll play along. If that's what she wants fine. I'm nothing.

And it's evident that Clover believes that with her whole heart-- that I can't protect them otherwise, well, otherwise she wouldn't have chosen Roy Harper to begin with, and now...

What was the point of telling me?

So I can sit here and be miserable, and kill myself with scenarios in my head where Roy Harper is there when I SO WANT TO BE THERE.

And she won't give me a chance. All I want is a chance, but she denied me that from the start, based off of a tiny assumption. A wrong assumption clouded by my own immature and selfish ways, but I've changed.  I have and she sees that. Right?

She'll have to, because Roy's already stepped in for the first part of our daughter's life. It's my right, I deserve to have it now, more than ever. Now that I want it.

Fucking god, I want it.

I want her, and our baby, and she won't let me....

And even if Clover was sorry, even if she'd apologized and apologized, nothing would ever serve as an apology other than knowing that I can be there for her.

She can't expect me to carry on as if nothing changed because there's no way I'm staying away now.

No chance in hell.

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look at these good parents lol

Marshall Lee: [So Marshall Lee is just hanging out, I guess. Hanging out minding his own business. And yeah, maybe he knows. Maybe he's heard the excitement of Clover screaming earlier that she had a doctor's apoitment, and sure maybe he's curious about it all, but whatever. So maybe he's expecting to see the girl around, as he always does, but it's not like he's waiting around for her. nope. totally not a marshall lee thing to do at all.]

Clover: [Guess what? Clover's coming in from her doctor's appointment, all excited. And yes, she's been alone. She wanted to go alone. She told everyone it was just so the big news would be a surprise for Roy, but no, she just wanted to do it alone. And boy, she's ecstatic, like, really crazy happy right now. So, she's heading back to her dorm, I guess? And she's gonna pass Marshall, really unaware he's there just because she's got excitement tunnel vision, and she just wants to get back to her room and jump around excitedly.]

Marshall Lee: [so he just watches her walk on by... yep. I'm sure there's a "hey clo....." but it's ignored. and he's honestly taken aback and offended like df? but still for some odd reason he is completely curious as to why she just passed him up. so he makes his way to her door and knocks once, but actually just barges in. his eyes land on a jumping Clover, and he just watches her at the door way. laughing, too because what a cutie.] So it went well then?

Clover: [There's a yell when her room is barged into, because w h o a. But when she recovers, the big, pretty Clover smile is back on her face, and she nods excitedly.] Yeah, really well.

Marshall Lee: [is that a smilE on Marshall Lee's fACE? yeah, because his frIEND IS ECSTATIC, and woaw.] That's good. Happy for you. [a tiny round of applause.]

Clover: [And, really, she can't keep herself contained, and no, nobody else knows yet besides her, but wahey.] They told me what the baby is.

Marshall Lee: You mean other than a bump?

Clover: [There's a lil eyeroll.] Well, yeah.

Marshall Lee: So is there going to be a little Roy running around? Or a little Clover? [he's just curious, there's a shrug. he doesn't care. really. he doesn't mhm.]

Clover: [She smiles real big again, and perhaps her hand is subconsciously moving to her tummy, just maybe.] It's a girl.

Marshall Lee: Thank t h e lord. [and he doesn't believe in prayers but his hands are brought together bcs heckie yes no more little roys running around.]

Clover: Be nice~. [like, boy, I just told u before anybody else, and I know why you're thanking the lord, and while warranted it is not nice.]

Marshall Lee: Congrats, I mean. [ and so he walks right up to her for a high five. is that nice enough?]

Clover: Thank you! [And since she's so ecstatic with happiness, she skips right past that high five, and pulls him into a hug instead. Fight me!]

Marshall Lee: Oh-- [so oKAY he hugs her back, and a little too lightly.] A girl tho. If she's anything like her mother, she's going to be a real crazy lady. mHM

Clover: [She pulls back and gives him a look like 'i said be nice'.] She's gonna be perfect.

Marshall Lee: [so he just nods in agreement, because yep that was perfection in his eyes right there.] Crazy, and perfect, probably with those fake eyes, and... well... and...

Marshall Lee: [no he's not gonna say it

Marshall Lee: ]

Clover: [There's another softer, but still Clover pretty, smile.] And whaaaaat~?

Marshall Lee: [he just shrugs, and pulls away from that hug, because that big pretty smile is wayyyy too dangerous. kay.] Oh, just nothing.

Clover: Hmph. [turn that into a Clover pout, because deflecting Marshall is a pain.]

Marshall Lee: So, how do pregnant lady's celebrate good news anyways? Should I buy a 12 pack of Mountain Dew? [trying to make a joke. t r y i n g.]

Clover: I can't have caffeine, so I have to decline. [she grimaces, because why god a life without Moutain Dew.] But I've never been pregnant before, so I don't know how I'm supposed to celebrate.

Marshall Lee: Bummer. [there's a small shake in his head.] Well.... what would you like to do instead? Anything you can think of? Think of it like a present from me, I guess....

Clover: [She thinks for a minute.] You could always buy me food. I /am/ eating for two, after all~.

Marshall Lee: That's right, you are~ [he chuckles.] What's the little one craving? Hm?

Clover: I can't say for sure, but probably mcnuggets. [she shrugs with an adorable lil grin.]

Marshall Lee: Probably. Alright, alright. Probably mcnuggets. So let's go, then.

Clover: Yaaaaay, you're awesome~~~. [because give Clover food, and she's a happy girl. Especially mcnuggets while pregnant, yes gAWD. she's on her way out, yay.]

Marshall Lee: [and so in the back of his mind, a happy Clover is way better than a pouting Clover, and since he was unable to actually tell her that her daughter would be just as beautiful as she was, mayyyybe this would make up for it. so she's out the door, he's out the door, and they're walking] I'm really happy for you, by the way. A daughter's real exciting, she's going to be precious.

Clover: Yeah, I'm really excited. And, like, there's something about knowing what she is that makes it feel even more real and stuff, and it's weird, but it's also really cool. Like, I have a human in me? What???? It's mine??? It's so weird.

Marshall Lee: You know. It is pretty cool. Never thought I'd say that. She's all yours, tho and, well, and his. But mostly yours for now, I guess? [there's a grimace at the his, yuck. eye roll] And I'm sure you're going to spoil her loads, and well, you're going to be a great mom. I know it.

Clover: [There's probably a matching grimace when Marshall says 'his', ngl. But she recovers pretty quickly.] Really? You think it's cool? I wouldn't have pictured you the type to think parenthood sounded cool. [eyebrow raise, because is Marshall not like I think? mmm.] Thank you. I hope I'll be.

Marshall Lee: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't freaked out at first. But seeing you, and your excitement, I don't know. I'm excited for you.

Clover: Maybe you can babysit sometime. See how much you really like it~. [there's a smirk, because she's joking hard.]

Marshall Lee: I'd never. No way. Especially for date night with Roy. [ annoyedddd af]

Clover: Not for date night, stupid. [Literally, every time he brings up Roy, there's an internal eye roll.] Maybe you can just come and play with her sometime then. When she's with me, or whatever.

Marshall Lee: A better option. Yes. I can deal with that.

Clover: Seeing you with a baby would be funny. [there's another grin. she's all smiles right now, apparently.]

Marshall Lee: [And so he was unfazed as the car pulled up to the drive thru window. He was too busy thinking of the idea. Him, with a baby. And while that normally would irk him, and send nasty prickles up his spine, he pictured it. For once, he thought about him, holding Clover's child in his arms, and he couldn't help but to smile.] Yeah... funny. [So the voice on the intercom interrupted them and he ordered some food yikes bye.]

Clover: [food is ordered, and food is with the pregnant girl now, and she's happily eating said food. but hey, she's gonna fish for info now. Just watch her.] Do you think you'd-- ever want kids, or???

Marshall Lee: [he steals some fries. or maybe he ordered himself some as the eater for two needs all the sustenance she can take, but he ponders the question. Thinking real hard, and before, before Clover getting knocked up by Roy, he would have said no. In fact, he was glad the child wasn't his, as it were a possibility. but no. h hadn't want any children then but now....] I don't know. Sure. With the right person, I guess. [eating salty goodness.]

Clover: Mm. [she nods, contemplating. Would she fall under that category, if Marshall knew the truth? Probably not. But being open to the idea at all? A step up, for sure.] I think... you'd be a pretty good dad.

Marshall Lee: Me? Oh... no. Nah. [he shakes that idea off real quick.] I don't know the first thing about babies, or children or anything.

Clover: Neither do I.

Marshall Lee: But, you're...

Marshall Lee: No.. you're like excited and happy and... reading about it. and stuff.

Clover: I still don't ~know~ anything about being a parent.

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Marshall Lee: So... so what are you saying?

Clover: I'm just saying... you don't have to have any knowledge beforehand for me to think you'd be a good dad. That's all. [she looks down at her fries, tbh.]

Marshall Lee: So then... [huff] what do you think makes a good parent? Hm?

Clover: Caring enough to try, I guess.

Marshall Lee: Well... I'd try. I guess.

Marshall Lee: [shrug]

Clover: Then... you'd be a good dad. [shrug, eating fries, trying to be nonchalant.]

Marshall Lee: [he's just gonna quietly eat his fries.] I neither agree or disagree I guess.

Clover: You're not allowed to disagree with me~.

Marshall Lee: [eye roll aF] For now I do.

Clover: [Clover pout.]

Marshall Lee: I'm just sayiNG, I won't know until it happens to me.

Clover: Til then, you just have to believe it~~~

Marshall Lee: Fine. Fine. okay. Fine. [he fakes a Clover pout ha.]

Clover: You can't pull a pout on someone that trademarked the pout.

Marshall Lee: I do what I want, woman. [eVEN MORE EXAGGERATED POUT HER WAY.]

Clover: It doesn't work, stupid.

Marshall Lee: -______________- k.

Clover: Don't make that face at me.

Marshall Lee: -__-

Clover: I'll get out of the car.

Marshall Lee: No don't. It's not safe

Clover: Then stop making that face~

Marshall Lee: Stop making UR face.

Clover: I can't.

Marshall Lee: Samsies~

Clover: Liar.

Marshall Lee: You're welcome for your nuggets btw. :D

Clover: ... Yeah, thanks for that. They're great.

Marshall Lee: [Thumbs up]

Clover: You're the best~~~~

Marshall Lee: No you, tbh.

Clover: I didn't buy you any mcnuggets.

Marshall Lee: No but you made me realize something [shrug]

Clover: What?

Marshall Lee: That I could be a good dad. If I wanted.... you know. [shrug again aF.] I mean sure I don't like it but I guess you're right. As you always are [EYE ROLL, and parked car they are back home.]

Clover: Yeah, I always am. [smiley smile]

Marshall Lee: Yeah... yeah... w/e.

Clover: [she just giggles.]

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clo apologizes for roy bcs.

Marshall Lee: [ So there he is blackeye, a couple of scrapes from, surely a Roy Harper class ring, or something of the sort, on his face. Basically he's not a pretty sight. He's a walking disaster as he keeps his head to the ground, walking, I'm assuming the Acme hallways, until he hears footsteps approaching. He looks up, and he wants to turn around, but doesn't.] Oh, it's you. [There's a Marshall Lee smirk, but his tone full of attitude, as he's ~not supposed to be talking to her whopops,]

Clover: [ So, Clover's on a mission here. She is actively seeking out a Marshall Lee, and she is pretty horrified at his state, like wtf Roy was that even necessary? So, she goes up to him, glancing around at people, because no, she's not supposed to be talking to him either, but she don't take no orders.] You-- look awful.

Marshall Lee: Thanks. So do you, but surprise, you're still my favorite milf. [There's a smile, okay, but he doesn't stop walking because bye Clover, everyone can see and Marshall Lee goes to class in this Au because he's GUESS WHAT trying to impress Clover by doing so. ]

Clover: [ Clover frowns because I'M TRYING TO BE NICE. So, she grabs him by the arm and drags him back to her. Like, boy you better look at me.] He shouldn't have done this to you.

Marshall Lee: [ he's dragged, he pretends not to like it, but alas, he does. marshall lee girly swoon, yay.] The damage is done. [ he bites the inside of his cheek and shrugs, but nonchalance is totally not achieved as a frown escapes.] Message received. I'm no longer allowed around baby mama.

Clover: [ Clover shakes her head, because screw Roy Harper and his temper-temper.] Unfortunately for him, try as he might, he's not in control of who I talk to. [ a slight pause.] And if there's any bone-breaking, I'd have to return the favor. Because I'm not kidding. There was no reason for him to do what he did. He was being a jackass for nothing. You didn't... didn't deserve that, okay?

Marshall Lee: [He chuckles because she's cute when she is heroic. gdi. help.] I'd love to see that. I'm in favor of a Harper with a broken nose. [all jokes aside, he actually pulls her aside.] But, Clo. Maybe he's right. Maybe he does have a reason. Maybe I'm... stepping boundaries I shouldn't. I mean... you guys have it all. [he speaks downcast.] I mean, it's not like a beating from Roy Harper could keep me away, but think about it?

Clover: By... being my friend? How is that overstepping boundaries? Really? That's not-- a valid reason, okay? [ They don't have it all, but she doesn't say that part out loud.] I should be allowed to talk to people, Marshall.

Marshall Lee: Look, I get it. It's a stupid circumstance, but I don't want to cause trouble--n ot anymore than I have. I'm not trying to stress you out, but if he's going to go psycho on me if we do... or worse if he goes pyscho on you, then it's not worth it. Right? Not for the bump that going on... [he glances down at the birthplace of HIS UNBORN CHILD RIP.]

Clover: It's not even his--! [she chokes a little.] business. It's not his business. It's mine. If he goes psycho, I can handle myself.

Marshall Lee: Woah, Clo, are you okay? [ Looking around for some water lol. ]

Clover: No, I'm fine. I'm good. [choked on her own truths, that's all.] Thanks.

Marshall Lee: Okay. Good. So basically you're saying screw Roy Harper, and his feelings, and we're gonna be friends no matter what? Cool. [He nods his head a little too smuglike] I can work with that. But I swear, Clover, next time, if there's a next time. He's the one who's gonna look like this. K. [Marshall Lee smIRk.]

Clover: N o. Just-- ignore him, okay? If he approaches you, just go in the other fucking direction.

Marshall Lee: But that'll make me look like a wimp. [ exaggerated frown.]]]

Clover: You look like a wimp all beaten up like this~. [clover smirk.]

Marshall Lee: Whatever. Psh. I look like a badass who survived a bar fight. Jokes on you, I could get so many ladies rn.

Clover: Then maybe you should stop hanging out the the pregnant girl, and go get laid~?

Marshall Lee: Maybe I should~

Clover: Bye then~

Marshall Lee: Ok thanks bye~ Give Roy some smooches for me~ [And maybe, just, maybe he turns on his way, and ya that was Roy sarcasm.]

Clover: K, have a good time~ Give your choice some smooches for me~ [choice sarcasm.]

Marshall Lee: [he chuckles but it's fake because he won't be doing either of those. k]

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this au’ll be the death of me

met oo bud

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YELLS

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[ LOCKED AF]

[AU; THO]

You know. Maybe he's right. Maybe she's right.

If she says she's in love with Roy, who am I to step in. Even if I'll never understand it---why? What's so great about him? What's he got that I don't?

But that's what she says, he's going to make a perfect dad, so  f i n e. Maybe they're right. I should just leave them alone. Fuck, even if I could, I wouldn't. I can't.

Being Marshall Lee in life sucks, especially when the girl of your dreams is having a baby with a complete douche-bag.

She deserves to be happy and though I know I can't make her happy I know that I would try. I would try. But even if my suspicions were miraculously true, even if that baby were mine, I’m sure, things wouldn’t change. It’s stupid of me to even think that. No matter how drawn to her I still am.

But from all this I've learned that, no, maybe life isn't about finding your soul mate. Maybe it's not about finding that one true love, but I've also learned that it's not about begging someone for it in return, especially if she's further occupied by her new family.

So fine, maybe I'll try. Maybe I’ll stay away. I'll just keep on being Marshall Lee, and she can have her family, and maybe one day--one day I'll just forget her and her stupid fake eyes, and how they make me feel.

Even if I told her-- even if I explained it all to her, why it’s so hard to stay away. It wouldn’t matter. She’s taken~ 

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I WASN’T COUNTING PARKER

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[marshallunspoken]

this is a literal timeline

omfg parrish.

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YUP. YES HE DID.

youve got to be shittin me

[marshallunspoken]

cillaraed replied to your post: so wait you’RER TELLING ME CLOVER, 16. anD...

YES I AM TELLING YOU THIS

marSHALL a nINETEEN YEAR OLD

STARED AT A 17 yeAR OLD GIRL

AND GAVE UP HIS RIGHTS.

[marshallunspoken]

so wait

you’RER TELLING ME

CLOVER, 16.

anD MARSHALL 18 

DID THE BABY

[marshallunspoken]

[ LOCKED AF]

[AU IN WHICH WE THINK ROY HARPER IS THE FATHER]

"I mean it King, stay away from my family"

The word family was enough for Marshall to roll his eyes in complete disgust. And as Roy Harper stood his big, tough guy ground, Marshall seethed with nothing but pure hatred for Roy. "Family."

He scoffed. The ridiculous notion. Clover didn't want him. Clover wouldn't want him. Clover wouldn't, right? So Marshall Lee, took a step forward, crossing the final line, and staring straight into Roy's stupid fucking face. He would have spit in it right then and there, and he honestly should have, but the arrogant smart ass seeped through instead.

"Your family? I'm sorry she can't stay away from me. My bad."

Again another eye roll followed.  "Maybe if you treated her better, rather than parading her like she's some perfect trophy wife, then maybe she'd, I don't know, actually want to spend time with you rather than with me. Then again, it’s me. She’ll never leave me alone. And I won’t leave her alone. So you’re just gonna have to deal. k."

And that was it. That was the nail on the coffin, or, to be frank the fist to Marshall's face. The sharp, throbbing pain sent him stumbling back, and as he felt a the whir of a bloody nose, he stood there waiting for another.

The next blow was to his stomach, which sent him to the ground. There was a kick, and then another, and yeah, Roy Harper was kicking his ass. Whatever.

"I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

In between groans, Marshall attempted his rebuttal. Arrogant as he was, he laughed, while he endured a sharp kick in the ribs, nearly stealing the words from his mouth. "Ya," he mustered. "Do it. Put me out of my fucking misery."

Roy stopped to this however, and stared down at the boy, wearing the most condescending sneer.

“No, it’s better if you live with that. I won’t be doing you any favors.”

Harper began to walk off, and Marshall, the complete lovable asshole that he was raised a middle finger his way. His response; “Great talk, asshole.”

In staring at the back of Roy Harper’s dumb blonde head, all Marshall could think of was him telling Clover about what had just happened. 2. How mad she would probably get at Roy, and 3. how this was further ruining that family Harper so spoke of.