I need a drunk and emotional marcus from season 3 after his breakdown
Marcus is a character I both relate to and see people through, which sometimes make it difficult to write for him. Especially darker subjects. But it's also what I love about writing for him
Note: I have not watched season 3 yet. Just clips on youtube and tiktok
Warnings: mention of depression, mention of alcohol abuse, mention of death (Bridge),
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On the night of Brody’s party, you were held back at Blue Farm. The girl who had the night shift called in sick and Joe asked you to stay a few hours longer. You felt bad for leaving him in charge of the kitchen and the tables when a group of women — a book club meeting — came in and filled four tables.
‘’Thank you for tonight,’’ Joe said for the fifth time as you prepared to leave. ‘’I assumed it would be quiet since it was Friday night.’’ He shook his head. ‘’I would not have managed without your help.’’
‘’Rachel was probably at Brody’s party, not sick,’’ you informed your boss, taking your car keys out of your bag. ‘’Do with that information as you will.’’
You wished him good night and walked out.
Before starting your car, you checked your phone and saw missed calls and texts from Max saying Marcus got drunk at the party and she needed to take him home. She asked if you could pick them up, but that was over an hour ago. Her messages continued, explaining that Marcus then had a breakdown in their living room, crying and telling their parents that he hated himself.
To Max: I just finished working. How is he doing?
From Max: Dad put him to bed
From Max: It was bad. I don’t know what to do… Can you come over?
Your plans for the night was to go home, shower, and finish the book you were currently reading. You only had a few chapters left. But instead, you drove to the Bakers. For Max.
She had been taking so much on her shoulders these past months. She meant to help by shielding her parents from Marcus’ addiction and his depression, but was it really a good idea?
‘’I just stood there and watched,’’ Max said, emotions thick in her voice. She had been crying. ‘’I…I feel like a bad sister for not being able to help him.’’
You looked at her, your eyes soft as you reached out to touch her arm, offering her a small sense of comfort and reassurance. ‘’You're not,’’ you corrected. ‘’There's only so much you can do. You're his sister, not a therapist.’’
You felt her helplessness. Watching someone you love struggle with mental health was difficult. There were so many days you wanted to cry, and so many days you did cry. Never in front of him though. You didn’t want Marcus to mistake it for pity.
She looked at you, the tears still in her eyes. ‘’I know.’’ She sniffled. ‘’It hurts to watch him dig himself deeper into addiction. I want to help him. I want to fix him.’’
Max leaned her head against your shoulder, taking in a shaky breath before continuing. ‘’I feel like I'm constantly walking on eggshells around him and our parents. It's like they're not seeing what's happening right in front of them.’’ She sniffled once more, the tears still threatening to fall from her eyes. ‘I'm tired of trying to be strong for him and putting on a face for mom and dad. I'm tired of being the one who has to hold everything together.’’
You put an arm around her, pulling her into a hug.
After comforting Max, you went down the hallway to check on Marcus. Surprisingly, he was not asleep.
‘’Hey…hi,’’ he slurred, sitting up.
His hair was messy from his pillow, and his eyes half lidded. He was clearly still drunk. Drinking while taking medication was not a good idea. Alcohol amplifies your feelings, which caused him to spiral into his sadness.
‘’Are you okay?’’
‘’Yeah.’’ Marcus gave you a smile, but it was clear something was wrong. ‘’Come here.’’
You sat down on his bed and he looked at you, eyes barely staying open. He was completely wasted. How much did he drink to get into this state? Alcohol addiction was often sugar coated, but it was very dangerous. Alcohol poisoning is a real thing.
‘’You’re really drunk,’’ you pointed with seriousness and caring eyes.
Marcus didn’t answer your question. He just smiled down at you. ‘’You’re so beautiful.’’ He reached out and touched the lapel of your jacket gently, his touch softer than usual.
You lifted his chin, making him look at you. ‘’Why did you drink so much?’’
‘’You were not there.’’
‘’You drank because I was not there?’’
He shook his head, then looked down again. ‘’I’m a loser. I…I failed this year.’’
You sighed, seeing how vulnerable he was at the moment.
Although he was smart, Marcus already repeated a year before. When Bridge died, it had a deep impact on him and, in part, caused him to fall behind academically. He didn’t mind being older than everyone in his classes. Failing a second time was different.
You moved closer and cupped his face gently. Marcus leaned into your touch, soft and vulnerable and…fragile. His face was inches away from yours. You could smell the alcohol from his breath, yet you didn't pull back. You knew he needed you.
‘’You’re not a loser,’’ you said, caressing his cheek.
Tears filled his eyes. His emotions were raw, and without his usual walls up, he didn't bother to hide the sadness that lingered within them.
‘’You’re—You need help, Marcus. You can’t keep living like this.’’
Without a word, he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head against your shoulder. Being close to you made him feel safe and comforted. Being drunk also made him more emotional and clingy.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck and inhaled deeply, taking in your scent. You were his safeplace. The one he could fall back on when going through hardships. The one who always answered his calls — even at 2am.
You swallowed your emotions and embraced him tight, trying to ignore how your heart was hurting.
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: Started rewatching G&G so I thought of writing for them I’m also thinking if I should make DEXTER stuff
Marcus who loves laying in bed with you regardless if you both are talking or not, your presence tends to soothe him and make him feel better
Hunter who loves planning study dates with you, it doesn’t matter the subject since he’s practically good at them all nor does he mind helping you
Press who always makes you sit next to him he’ll either have your legs over his lap or he’ll tell you to sit on his lap since he quite likes your weight on top of him
Brodie who likes spending time with you in his basement since his parents won’t bother you two usually when his friends aren’t using it for band practice or a hangout place
Maxine who loves having you around especially since you are able to help her practice her lines for an audition or help her with some assignment Gitten gave her
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Joe whom loves when you come to Blue Farm usually it’s to talk to him a bit over some wine but sometimes you come to Blue Farm for lunch or for some coffee
Zion who genuinely cares and loves you, he especially loves that you’re good with kids since he has Ginny he was determined to propose after he got to know you he did of course tell Ginny
