Multifandom Oneshots + Imagines

M a r c e l

Summary: Yours and Marcel's relationship has turned empty and loveless, and you finally put an end to it. 

Songfic for the song tolerate it by Taylor Swift.

(All credits go to Taylor Swift and Aaron Dessner for the storyline of the song. All I did was apply characters to the preexisting storyline.

P.S. I just googled who wrote the song, I don't 100% know if the credits are going to the right people. I'm just trying to say that I'm not taking credit for it.)

A/N: This, like the Caroline one, lacks logic, and is kind of cheesy. I really don't know what's going on in this one, but here it is. 

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"Where did this come from, Y/n? Suddenly you have a grudge against me out of nowhere."

"I don't know. You tell me." You huffed, crossing your arms.

"Don't give me that attitude." 

"Then what do you want me to give you? Because every attempt I make to make you happy you dismiss." 

"Because I've been busy, you know that."

You scoffed, mumbling to yourself. "To think I used to worship you."

. . .

I sit and watch you reading with your head low

I wake and watch you breathing with your eyes closed

I sit and watch you

I notice everything you do or don't do

. . .

"What is this, huh?"

I reached for my phone, which, unfortunately, was out of my reach. "Give it back!"

Ignoring my protests, he grinned even wider. "It's a playlist, titled "Marcel" with a heart. I wonder what's on it?"

"NOTHING!" I began climbing on top of him as he began to scroll through, barely able to stop myself from laughing along with him. This made him able to push me off of him to make me sit down. Defeated, I crossed my legs and waited for him to stop snooping. 

"Aw, this is cute. You made this for me?"

"Uh huh. It's a bunch of songs that remind me of you." I kept my head low, trying to hide the pink in my cheeks. "It's how I comprehend things, through songs. It's easier than talking."

"Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of." He put a finger under my chin, pulling it to look me in the eye. "I love it, and I want you to send it to me so I can listen to it whenever I'm away from you."

He kissed my forehead, earning a smile. 

. . .

If only it were always like that. As one of the too rare memories of an actual loving relationship flashed through my memory, I looked down at the floor.

"You have a funny way of showing it." He snorted. 

"Really? Years and years of faithfulness and dedication to you weren't enough? Does that not mean anything to you?" 

"It meant everything to me!" His voice was raising. 

"Yeah, well, you have a funny way of showing it." I spat. "Even when you're here with me, you're never present! You're always chasing dreams of grandeur and instead of letting me help you, you deal with me. That's not how this is supposed to be."