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BasicallyIDoWrk-- The Twin Ragers

a/n ~ So I know that Marcel and Simone are legally married and don't get me wrong, I ship them so much, but I wanted to make a one-shot about him soooo... here ya are!

• Prompt: none
• Warnings: swearing
• Reader Gender: female (because I was closed minded back then)

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"Aaah! You gotta be shitting in my mouth right now!" I scream, about to throw my controller, as I die again on the heist. The guys begin sulking as we have to restart the mission again.

"Sorry guys," I growl. "I'm so bad at this."

"It's cool," Vanoss says. "we'll get it next time." I smile slightly, but I'm still pissed. The beginning screen flashes and we start again.

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"Marcel I swear to my heavenly father above if you die right now, I will virtually slap the black out of you!" I begin raging after watching him get shot three times.

"Hey! I haven't died at all yet unlike you, you cunt!" He screams back.

"I'm sorry you requested MY help in this fucking shit mission even though I suck cock at video games!" I hear the guys start laughing at us.

"Shut up you dicks!" Marcel and I yell at them in unison, which made them laugh more.

"There they go again." Tyler says.

"The twin ragers," David adds through laughing. I growl.

"Okay, you know what!?" I say and before they could answer I leave the Discord (not sponsored ^~^) call. I scream, stand up from my gaming chair and go to my room, flopping onto the covers.

Marcel's P.O.V.

"Okay, you know what!?" (Y/N) half yells, instantly leaving the call. The guys fall silent. I suddenly calm down.

"Uh, are we gonna continue or...?" Craig starts.

"Yeah, you guys go ahead. I'm gonna go calm down." I lie, trying to sound mad. Really, I didn't need to calm down, I wanted to go talk to (Y/N). I felt bad for making them mad.

"O-okay," Brock says. We all say our goodbyes and I leave the call and turn off my stuff before slipping on shoes and running the two blocks to get to their house.

Your P.O.V.

I feel the pillow become wet and I realize I'm crying. I sit up and wipe my eyes. I don't even know why I got so upset! Fucking overemotional bullshit. I get up and wander downstairs to the kitchen. I grab a glass and fill it with ice from my fridge.

I'm about to go to the living room when I hear a knock on my door. What the hell? It's like five in the morning here, who could be at the door? A murderer perhaps, the rational side of my head pipes up. I grow nervous.

I slowly make my way to the door. I peek through my little peep-hole and see Marcel. He raises his arm but I open the door and he knocks on my... boobs.

"Oh shit!" He curses, a blush dusting his face. "Sorry about that."

I laugh softly at his flustered state. "It's okay. What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to talk... is that okay?" He scratches the back of his neck. I smile and nod, stepping to the side to let him in. I close the door behind him and we go to the living room. I plop onto my loveseat and stretch out, while Marcel takes my armchair, across from me.

"What do you want to talk about?" I roll onto my side and face him.

"I just wanted to say I'm sorry." He says in a defeated manner, looking at his hands and twiddling his fingers. 

"You don't need to," I say. "I was being a bitch for no reason. I don't even know why I got so pissed about everything."

"Is it that time of the month?" He looks up at me with a serious expression and I chuck a throw pillow at him, both of us laughing.

"No, it is not that time of the month, you ass!" I say through giggles. I didn't notice him stand and walk over to me.

"So it's okay if I do this?" He says before tickling me. I absolutely hate being tickled, especially on my sides. Marcel knows this so that's exactly what he does. I begin screaming and squirming.

"Please...... no...... stop!" I plead, on the brink of tears. I'm crying and laugh at the same time, my sides aching. I sit up and push away from him with my feet. I push myself right off the loveseat and Marcel, still holding onto my sides, falls on top of me.

"Did I hurt you?" He asks, pushing himself up so he's hovering over me. My cheeks heat up as I realize how suggestive this position is. I slide myself out from under him and sit up.

"No, I'm good," I say and he nods. I push him back and he looks at me confused. "But you're not off the hook for tickling me!" In an instant, I'm attacking his sides.

"(Y/N)!" He cries out trying to get away. Soon he does and I chase him around the house.

We end up in my bedroom and I've cornered him between my bed and the wall. I slowly make my way towards him. He presses his back to the wall and sliding down it, cowering from me. I step up to him and crouch. He squeezes into a ball but after a minute of me not doing anything he uncurls and looks at me.

The look on his face is so innocent and adorable. What the fuck? Did I just think that? No, he's not cute, he's a friend. I begin frowning and looking down as I battle with my inner self about my feelings and thoughts on Marcel.

"Are you okay?" His voice breaks through my argument and I look at him.

"Yeah." I stand up and hold out my hand to help him up. He takes it and I pull him up into me. Involuntarily taking in a deep breath of his cologne which, might I add, smells super good.

We then stand there awkwardly, both unsure of what to do. "Would you like to stay a while?" I ask out of the blue.

"Sure, why not?" He says with a smile and we head back downstairs. I turn Netflix on and we pick out a show, which was TWD because Marcel didn't want to watch Adventure Time as I suggested.

After about two minutes into the show, I feel Marcel lean into me on the couch. I turn to look at him and he's asleep. I smile and continue the show, not realizing that I too fell asleep after a bit.

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a/n ~ So? How was it? I thought it was sorta cute, at least. Do you like this kind of stuff or do you want the deep, or mushy gushy, or physical *wink, wink*. Anyhoodini! Like what I did there? Haha, hoodini... good times. OKay, I'm rambling, but yeah! Tell me what you think! Yes, I am making a part two to the one with Nogla but you must be patient and wait your turn.

Good? Great. NO YELLING ON THE BUS!

Luvs and hugs,
Teddy (MARIENADE)