#marcus baker fic

[jamesbbdoll]

Fool - Marcus Baker

Pairing: Marcus Baker x F!Reader

Synopsis: Marcus didn’t do girlfriends. You knew it. Then why did it hurt so much when you found out about him and Ginny? You were just hooking up, after all.

Warning: Use of YN, angst, mentions of sex and weed.

A/N: First fic ever, hope this doesn’t entirely suck. Also, I’m sorry for eventual mistakes, English is not my native language, so I’m trying my best. Happy reading!

“So I’ll see you tonight?” I ask fixing my shirt.

“Yeah... at that horror of a play” Marcus groaned from the bed. I can’t help but look at him for a moment, spread out on the bed. Even with a concussion he manages to look cute.

Yeah, he’s cute. Hell, he’s hot. Jackpot.

“Oh come on, it can't be that bad! Maxine is so happy to play the lead, let’s try and be supportive”

“Yeah well, she’s happy about everything - when she’s not complaining - so I don’t see anything special in this.” he says dryly getting up to make himself a joint - healthy, I know.

“Okay Mr. serious. I’ll see you later, find me in the seats?” I lean towards him to peck his lips. He returns it nodding briefly.

And just like that he turns away from me busying himself with his joint. Nice, polite, cute... Yeah.

Shouldn’t bother me though, that’s how we work. Hook-ups, nothing more than that. Like... anything, ever.

At least not on his part. But that’s fine with me! I mean, I knew what I was getting myself into the first time it happened. 

It doesn’t matter that I had a huge crush on him at the time (or now). 

It doesn’t matter that I wish he could see me the way I see him. 

It doesn’t matter that I hope that one day he’ll look at me and realize that he cares about me in the same way I care about him.

It doesn’t matter.

Marcus Baker doesn't do girlfriends, or attachment, or feelings. I know it.

But then why does it hurt so much?

I climb through the window and look at him one last time, just in time for his usual goodbye. I smile and leave.

I can't believe I’m about to say this, but I’m actually having fun.

When did I stop being cool?

School plays are not supposed to be fun for the students, right? That’s a parent thing. I was supposed to stay in my seat, sulking and yawning, wishing to be anywhere but here.

And here I am, actually pondering the idea of getting a part in the next play.        What the - and I cannot stress this enough - hell?

I’m 100% sure it’s all Maxine’s influence. I mean, I heard about this play a lot in the last few months of my situationship with Marcus, it makes sense, right?

I glance around me and, as predicted, all the kids - Marcus included - are looking dead inside while looking at the stage. Yeah, I’m weird.

“Hey, are you having fun?” I ask Marcus from the seat right next to him.

“Yes. A lot of fun. I’m about three seconds from getting up and singing along with my sister” His smile is so fake that my cheeks are hurting for him.

“Yeah, I thought so, you definitely look like you’re enjoying yourself.” we both laugh and he nudges my arm with his “ Hey, do you wanna get out of here? I kind of want snacks” I pick up my bag while nodding and he quickly informs his parents.

We leave the auditorium right in time for the break between the first and the second act. I see Max running off stage with Ginny, both looking a little upset.

I wonder what that’s about.

But as soon as the thought crosses my head I completely forget about it. Marcus just put his arm around my shoulders.

Of course I’m not squealing inside my head, it is nothing. We have sex quite often, so an arm around my shoulder really it’s nothing. Doesn't matter that he never did it before, and it definitely doesn’t matter that he’s stroking it right now.

Nu-uh, I’m cool. I’m zen.

God.

After getting snacks we start walking back to the auditorium - Yes, his arm is still around me and yes I’m over the moon right now - while casually talking about his newfound drive towards drawing.

We hear commotion from around the corner, a bunch of voices yelling over each other. Was that Hunter? And Ginny? I think I heard Marcus name.

“What’s going on?” I ask, Marcus just shrugs his shoulders.

Right as we round the corner alla eyes are on us. Okay, that’s weird. Marcus tenses and removes his arm from my shoulder. 

Of course.

We are not for people to see.

“We were just going back to the show” He says carefully, slowly inching towards the door to the auditorium.

“We know about you and Ginny” Max angrily says. Marcus’ eyes briefly flick over to me.

What? Him and Ginny?

I’m speechless. I stare at him waiting for his eyes to meet mine but they don't. He’s looking at Max, not sorry in the slightest for what he did.

“Ah” he answers. Just that, Ah.

“That’s all you have to say? You’re not going to deny it?” Max continues, looking at me sadly for a moment.

I know that she cares about me, I know that she knows about my feelings for Marcus. That’s why her gaze on me feels horrible right now. I’m hurting, but I don't want her pity.

“No, I’m not going to deny it” he says. Great, glad he’s honest about it. Now, at least.

I scoff audibly and finally, finally, he looks at me. That’s when I see it, a sliver of guilt hiding in his usual glare. 

He goes to say something but Maxine interrupts him.

“Well, what the ever-loving-freak-fest? I mean, seriously? You guys are just having sex now? I mean, are you dating? Is he your boyfriend?” I audibly scoff again, as if.

God how was I so stupid to blindly fall in love with a boy that clearly didn't love me back? This one’s on me, I admit it.

Fucking Marcus Baker.

“Are you guys in love?” Max finishes her speech.

Really? Has she forgotten about Hunter? About me?

I know that I wasn’t Marcus’ girlfriend but we clearly had something. I would hang out at her house practically everyday, we spent a lot of time together, with or without Marcus. 

Has Ginny made everyone forget all about their friends? Is she really that special?

“No, it’s not like that, we’re not together. It was a mistake” He looks at me, leaning to take my hand.

What is he doing? He never did this, and now he thinks it’s the right time? The right thing to do?

“Don’t touch me Marcus. I mean it. You could’ve just told me about her, I didn’t need to find out about it like this. I would’ve taken myself out of the equation. I might be just a convenient hookup for you, but I respect myself, and I expected and trusted you to do the same thing” I start to walk away, tears brimming in my eyes.

He doesn't need to see them, I’m not embarrassing myself like that, not anymore.

“Y/N wait!” H grabs my arm, stopping me from moving further away “I’m sorry, I really am. I should’ve told you but I was scared that it-” he abruptly stops talking when Hunter’s fist meet his face.

Thank you Hunter, he deserves it.

“I have a concussion, asshole” Marcus says, while clutching his head.

I walk in the auditorium, ignoring his calls and Ginny’s words, going straight to the exit.

Thinking back to it, I don't need to be in the next play. I’ve already been played, haven't I?

And the worst part is I’m not sure who played me, Marcus or my heart.

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A/N: Thank you for reading!! Hope you enjoyed!

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xx - Sara

[batcat46]

silver chain - marcus baker x reader no specific pronouns

Clicking away on the TV remote , Marcus typed in some random movie, you didn't care as to what it was as long as you got to spend the time with him watching it. You two don't see each other often as you live 45 minutes away. You walked over to the L shaped couch. 

Settling in next to him lifting his arm and wrapping it around your shoulders. Leaving you to place your head perfectly above his heart. You smiled, feeling so happy. One hand resting on his chest, you looked up to to see he picked the movie 'what's eating Gilbert grape’. You sighed, “babe, you know i dont wanna watch this movie”  “Sucks to suck baby” he smiled down at you and kissed your forehead. 

You gave in eventually to watch the movie. Asking the dumbest questions every 30 seconds as per usual. You got distracted slowly moving your hand back and forth across his bare chest. Focused on the silver rope chain laying on his collarbone. You wrapped your finger around it and played with it while Marcus was beyond focused on the movie. 

You traced his jawline and with one finger turned his head towards you. “Come on, you're missing the good part” he smiled. Causing you to also, knowing he really could care less. You reached your head up and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. When you pulled away he kissed your forehead again. Rubbing your bottom lip with his thumb he spoke slowly. 

“Such beautiful lips” looking you in the eyes “and the most gorgeous colored eyes”  you felt the palm of his hand cup the back of your head. Smiling, you kissed him again. You faked a sigh, “ugh fine i guess i'll watch the movie.” you said nestling back into his arms.

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just started watching ginny and georgia and LET ME TELL YOU. expect marcus to show up on this blog. a lot. requests are 100% open even if i’m the worlds hugest procrastinator.

[milazka]

someone said they left together |𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝.

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warnings: sex, swearing, choking, underrage drinking, little age gap.

last thought: sorry for the delay! i had to finish all my exams before starting this and i had the white page syndrom for a few days, but now i’m back! i hope you will like it! love, milz.

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The warm weather of September had recently given way to the raining days of October. It has always been her least favorite month; first, she was forced to remain confined to the four walls of her home. Second, she hated halloween and everything that came with it. Third, her father always spent most of his time in the hospital due to limited staff resources or locked in his office with his patients files. Rain flowing down her window accompanied by Sweater Weather echoing in her dimly lit room only makes her boredom worse. She misses the summer evenings working on Marcus' motorcycle or staying up until the early hours of the morning, drinking cheap wine on the roof of her house.

Touch my neck and I'll touch yours

A shiver runs down her spine at the words. It’s been more than a week since his perfectly shaped face was buried between her shaking thighs; she can still remember exactly how his big paw-like hands gripping her thighs felt. Her face heats up and flush at the thought of being in that position with him again. It had been more than a year since she had orgasmed this hard with a man.

Realising her father will most likely be stuck in his office for the whole evening, she slips on her favorite oversized flannel over her black hoodie and grabs the camera on her desk before walking down the hardwood stairs.

"I'm going to be at Marcus'!" she shouts to his dad who looks at a white sheet of paper, eyebrows furrowed. "Just text me if you're leaving for the hospital so I know you need me to come back and take care of Brady," she pets the little dog on the head before closing the door behind her.

The droplets of rain glide along her face despite her hood pulled back over her head. As soon as she reaches Marcus’ bedroom window, she can’t help but laugh at his awkward position; he is laying on his bed, his head upside down in the void. 

“Are you drunk, stoned, or just stupid?” she looks amused, a smile slipping on her lips as she stands in front of him, taking a picture of him with her disposable camera. 

“All of them,” he smiles clumsily, patting the mattress on his left to encourage her to lay down by his side. Upside down like him, she feels the blood flowing to her head, making her feel a bit lightheaded.

“Why don’t we join Max and the others downstairs?” she suggests, sitting at the end of his bed, feeling the blood leave her head. “We have nothing else to do and you already smoked the last blunt without me,” she emphasizes the fact that he didn't wait for her, which amuses him.

“Alright, let me change and I'll meet you downstairs,” he sighs; he knows that she gets along with her twin and her friends more than him.

The multicolored lights flash to the rhythm of the music. Her eyes take a few moments to get used to the intense lighting while she pours some vodka and orange juice in a red solo cup. 

“Hey pretty girl, would you pour me one of those?” this voice, she could recognize it among hundreds. She turns around instantly, meeting two ocean irises and a smile that awakens millions of butterflies in her tummy.

“Harry!” she smiles, slipping her arms around his neck, burying her nose in the crook of his neck while his hands grab her hips firmly. The familiar fragrance of Giorgio Armani tickles her senses, bringing back memories from two years ago. “I thought you were still in Indiana?” she says, pulling back from the hug to face him. 

God, she missed those blue eyes and perfect blond hair. 

“I’m just visiting my family for the week,” his hands lightly squeeze her hips like he used to do, making her weak in the knees. “Jordan told me Maxine was having a little get together and I had nothing better to do,“ he laughs, deliberately omitting to say that he was hoping to run into her. 

“I missed you,” she admits, her thumb caressing his cheek. 

“I missed you too, pretty girl,” he kisses the palm of her hand, making her blush and lose the last ounce of self control that she had left. 

He was her first. 

Her first kiss.

Her first date.

Her first 'i love you'

Her first time.

Her first heartbreak.

It’s probably the emotion of the moment mixed with the alcohol flowing in her veins, but her eyes get lost in his and their lips collide in a fiery kiss. She can taste the last bit of beer on his lips when she bites his bottom lip, stealing a grunt from him that makes her core throb in desire. Both of his hands cup her face as his tongue slips into her mouth to move in sync with hers. 

“Take me to your place,” she whimpers against his lips, pulling on his belt so that their crotches collide. 

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“Have you seen Charlie?” Marcus asks Abby as he pours himself a drink.

“Last time I saw her, she was with Harry,” she answers, grabbing a few cans of beer in her hands. 

His heart tightens at the mention of this name. Harry was Charlie's first boyfriend and her first heartbreak. Marcus clearly remembers the day he picked her up in crumbs after they decided to break up because Harry was going to Indiana to play quarterback for the University of Notre Dame. Marcus never really liked him; Harry had always had a reputation for sleeping with girls and wasn't the type to have girlfriends. It surprised everyone in school the day he arrived hand in hand with Charlie. She was the first girl to win his heart. Six years younger than him, she had him wrapped around her finger for two years. 

“Do you know where they are?” he tries to look unaffected by the whole thing.

“Someone said they left together,” Brodie shrugs, taking a sip of his beer, not noticing the way Marcus' face drops. 

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As soon as they reach Harry’s room, his lips meet hers while he waste no time to sit her on his old school desk. Her fingers lace across his hips, pulling him close to get the friction she is desperate for. Her hands find their place at the back of his neck while he grabs the bottom of her black hoodie, peeling it off her body in no time and does the same thing with her jeans. Charlie starts to grind on his crotch, moaning silently at the feeling of his hard on. 

“Fuck… you’re…so hot...” his jaw goes sharp in hunger as he takes a look at her perfect boobs squeezed in a forest green lace bra. She almost rips his shirt off when she pulls the black clothing from him, biting her bottom at the sight of his toned chest. His lips are reddened and swollen from the kiss, hair messy like she loves. Her hands roam his chest, feeling his abs tense under her touch. She squeeze her legs around his hips, sending him a clear message of her intentions. 

“Eager, ma’am?” he teases her, slowly unzipping his belt until his erection is only contained in his briefs. He presses his hard on against her core, rubbing himself up and down. The whimpers leaving Charlie’s parted lips are like music to his ears as his lips suck the sensitive skin of her neck. “Fuck, I’ve missed this…” she moans, tugging at the roots of his hair while his mouth works wonder on her neck.

In one harsh motion, he lays her down on his bed, hovering above her until his lips crash against hers. His hand slides down into her underwear, running two of his fingers up her slit. She groans when his fingers graze her clit, slowly circling the bundle of nerves.

“Please… I want you,” she begs, her hands grabbing his biceps. 

“Say it again,” he demands, applying more pressure on her clit until she starts to squirm under him. 

“I want you,” she cries out. “I fucking need you.”

Charlie’s legs spread open on either side of him, he grabs the lace underwear off her body, lifting her legs up in the air as he slides the material off her ankles. Completely naked on his bed, she remembers the first time they did it, how safe she felt with him. She blushes when she notices the way he bites his bottom lips as his gaze travels down her body. He pulls out a silver square foil from his jeans pocket, ripping the corner open. 

“You sure about this?” he asks one last time in all seriousness. She nods quickly, lifting herself on her elbows to kiss his plump lips. A smirk curves up his face as he wraps one of her thighs around his waist and throws the other over his shoulder, kissing the ankle bone next to his head. He takes his tip, running it up and down her slit in tease. Holding himself in place, he slowly push his hips forward, a whimper escaping the back of her throat at the so desired feeling. He lets out a heavy exhale when his hips meet the back of her thighs. 

“Fuck Charlz...you feel so good,” he cusses in pleasure.

He slowly pulls back and rolls forward, letting her get adjusted to him. She feels lightheaded; she missed this feeling of fulfillment that he had always given her and the way he can be gentle and rough with her at the same time. 

“Harry...fuck, harder…” she moans, eager for him to rock his body into hers. He immediately picks up speed, sending a wave of warmth pleasure in her lower stomach. Trembling whines leave her parted lips as he rolls his hips in a perfect rhythm. He had always known what angles and speed felt good for her, he loved to watch her lose control under his touch. Her stomach starts to spin, the familiar warm feeling starting to grow in her lower abdomen. 

“Shit, right there!” she cries out, her nails digging into his skin. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, pretty girl?” he encourages her, squeezing her hips firmly to the point of leaving a dark red mark. She hums, eyes shut under the pleasure. His hands slide further up her body, meeting her throat where he wraps both hands. The pornographic moan that escapes her lips when he applies pressure around her throat makes his dick twitch. 

“You missed being choke, didn’t you?” he whispers darkly, rocking his hips harder to hit the right spot. She whines in response, clenching around him as his grip on her becomes tighter. He crashes his lips on hers, kissing her without slowing down his pace. She digs her hands into his hair, yanking it hard. He moans into the kiss, his hand around her throat tightening. 

“You still like it when I pull your hair?” she says in a cocky way, pulling his blond locks harder. She knows he likes to be in control. He grunts into the top of her shoulders, rocking his body roughly into her. He brings his thumb in her mouth, lubricating it with her own saliva before bringing it between their bodies. She gasps at the sudden feeling on her sensitive nerves, whining as he starts to circle it with the pad of his thumb. It doesn’t take long for her to start feeling the familiar feeling of her orgasm. Her jaw drops as she feels the wave of bliss rolling up her body. 

“Oh shit!” she screams, her core pulsating around him and her head getting filled with hot air. 

“Give it to me, pretty girl,” his raspy voice sends her over the edge and he soon follows, thrusting fast into her as they both ride out their orgasm. His forehead crashes to her chest in total exhaustion, heavy breath leaving his parted lips. They both catch their breath, his hands engulfing her sides. He slowly pulls up and locks his eyes into hers. 

“I’ve really missed you, pretty girl.”

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[milazka]

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summary: i really don’t know how to summarize this, if anyone has suggestions, leave them in the comments please!

warnings: swearing, smoking.

last thought: it’s a short one, i always hate writing the first chapter/one shot of a story. also, i won’t follow the exact timeline of ginny and georgia, i will use some events but it will be focused on charlie and marcus. btw, i made them seventeen cause i don’t want to write smut for fifteen years old kids. hope you’ll still enjoy! love, milz.

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Nights are peaceful. 

Some will say it’s the most dangerous time to be outside, especially for a girl. Some others may be afraid of the dark or convinced that only bad things happen during those unlighted hours. For Charlie and Marcus, night equals freedom. Everything seems to be in slow motion, trapped in the silence of darkness. It creates a safe space where they can live fully, without boundaries.

Her age-old well-worn black converses stride on the slightly damp pavement, kicking the tiny rocks along the yellow stripe in the middle of the road. The cloud-covered nocturnal sky captivates her attention. Her cerulean eyes linger on every detail of the damp air masses, paying no particular care to her surroundings, knowing the path to her final destination by heart. Some clouds remind her of animals, while others are more in the shape of objects.The habitual barking of Jack, Marcus' neighbor's dog, indicates that she's a house away from her best friend's home. 

Charlie turns into the hallway, sneaking through the opening in the fence that leads to the backyard of the Baker's house. Kurt Cobain's exhilarating voice is cut short when her earphones cord gets stuck in the fence, yanking them from her ears. She tucks them into the front pocket of her forest green jacket, turning off Smell like Teen Spirit’s melody. 

Leaning against the old wooden door frame, arms crossed over her chest, she quietly contemplates the eighteen-year-old man laying on a small rolling piece of wood, his head buried under the old motorcycle engine. 

“Howdy, blondie,” her best friend’s deep, raspy voice shouts from under the bike. A soft smile slips on her rosy lips; he knew it was her, no one else would come here to meet him in the middle of the night. She tilts her head to the side, watching him grab the screwdriver with his right hand, a perfectly rolled joint between his plump lips.

“Hey John Bender,” she can see him smirk at the nickname which is a reference to the first time they met, five years ago. “How was your day?” 

“Miserable, darling, as usual, perfectly wretched,” he rolls forward, revealing his oil-stained face. Her sapphire eyes roll; Marcus always provides the same exact response whenever she asks him about his day. She shouldn't even ask him anymore, she thought.

“Still working on this bike? I thought your mom told ya to get rid of it,” she gracefully steps over his outstretched legs, stealing his blunt with the tip of her thumb and forefinger. 

“She did,” he says, a faint smile teasing the corner of his lips. “That’s why I’m working on it at night,” his tall sculpted figure stands in front of her, eyes to eyes with her since she sits on the stainless steel countertop. 

“Ellen will kill you,” she blows a cloud of tarnished air on his face, grinning at the sight of his scrunching nose and half-closed eyelids.

“Oh I know,” his crinkled eyes give him an innocent look as he inhales the poisonous smoke exiting the blonde's parted lips. “That’s why she can’t know, capiche?”

“I guess that would probably be a good time to tell you that your parents bedroom light is on,” his hand immediately flicks the light switch, plunging the whole space into complete darkness with the exception of the bright light emanating from the master bedroom window. They both fall into silence, him watching carefully through the window while she leans her back against the wall, mesmerized by how his eyes sparkle in the reflection of light. She has always loved his light-brown eyes and how she is able to read him through them.

“Shit, she’s in the kitchen” he curses, seizing her delicate hands in his calloused ones, yanking her from the countertop that was in sight of the sink window. The blunt still between her soft lips, he pins her against the corner of the wall, hiding the both of them out of sight of his dear beloved mother. From her perspective, she can see his jugular vein pumping quicker than normal, pushing an increased flow of blood through his body. His hands are slightly clammy and coated with motor oil. Her fingertips gently graze the scar along his right hand that he got when he attempted to climb up the gutter to get to her room last summer. As far back as she can remember, Marcus had always been the taller of the pair, and he never failed to remind Charlie when she had trouble climbing the fence of the public pool in the middle of the night or when she was struggling to climb up to his bedroom window. 

Their noses graze as he leans his head towards hers, grasping the joint between his teeth. He let go of her hand, taking the forbidden thing between his dirt-covered fingers. The warmth smoke tickles the top of her skull before she lifts her chin up to meet his hazel orbs. 

 “If this was a romantic comedy, we would’ve kissed by now.”

His furrowed eyebrows show his surprise and it doesn't take long for a smile to appear at the corner of his luscious lips. His thin, long-fingered hands are pressed against the wall on both sides of her head, his face close to hers to the point where their breaths merge.

“Should I correct that?” marcus whispers, his lips curled into his well-known cocky grin that she is so used to seeing. 

“It was an observation, not a request, idiot!” 

“Your loss, darling,” he winks as she pushes him away, her two hands resting on his chest covered with a Pink Floyd shirt. She then stands on tiptoes, her mouth a few inches away from his ear.

“Pull yourself together, Marc’,” a shiver runs down his spine as her warm breath brushes against the skin of his neck. “I know you’re the one dreaming about it.” 

Oh if she knew.

second.

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