Marcy: Fight me!
Y/n, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
Y/n: Guess what number I'm thinking of.
Anne: 420?
Y/n: No, that's really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.
Marcy: 69.
Y/n: Yeah it was 69.
Y/n: I love sarcasm! It's like punching people in the face, but with words!
Y/n: Trouble at 2 o'clock!
Marcy: *looks down at their watch*
Marcy: Now, how do you know that?
Marcy: *sees someone doing something stupid*
Marcy: What an idiot.
Marcy: *realizes it's Y/n*
Marcy: Wait, that's MY idiot!
Marcy, handing out popsicles: Which flavor do you want?
Y/n: Blue flavor!
Marcy: Uh, you mean Blue Raspberry?
Y/n: Blue flavor! Blue flavor!
Marcy: Blue is not a flavor!
Y/n: BLUE FLAVOR!
Marcy: Fight me!
Y/n, standing behind them and holding a knife: *mouths* Do not.
Marcy: You need to be more careful!
Y/n, who was dragged into Marcy's issue: Careful? CAREFUL?! I'LL CAREFULLY WRAP MY HANDS AROUND YOUR THROAT-
Anne: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.
Sasha, Y/n, & Marcy: Okay.
Anne: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.
Sasha: Bold of you to assume I have money.
Y/n: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.
Marcy: Bold of you to assume I can die.
Y/n: Hand me the people opener.
Marcy: ...
Marcy: Pardon?
Y/n, annoyed: The people opener! Just hand it to me!
Marcy, stressed: WHAT THE FUCK IS A PEOPLE OPENER?
Y/n: How do you not know what a people opener is? Its pointy- you know? With a handle?
Marcy: Knife. It's called a knife.
Sasha: Can you recommend a book that'll make me cry?
Y/n: General Mathematics 8th Grade Edition.
Marcy: Cool, any other secrets?
Y/n: I still sleep with the blanket I had as a baby.
Marcy: Awww-
Y/n, stern: I use it as a gag when taking people's pets hostage.
Marcy:
Marcy: There's no punch line 'cause it's not a joke isn't it?
Marcy: *speaking Spanish*
Y/n: I know, I know.
Anne: You speak Spanish?
Y/n: No. I just know the phrase, 'this is all your fault' in every language Marcy speaks.
Y/n, tearing up the room: Where are they?
Y/n, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Y/n: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
Marcy: Can you keep a secret?
Y/n: Do you know anything about my life?
Marcy: No, I don't. Good point.
Sasha: Ooh, somebody has a crush
Y/n: Pfft, I don't have a crush on Marcy I just think they're cool, it's not like I stay up at night thinking about them.
*Later that night*
Y/n, very much awake: Uh oh.
Marcy: Why is there blood everywhere?
Y/n: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife.
Marcy: You stabbed someone?!
Y/n: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.
Sasha: Something tells me Y/n's going to be a bit more unhinged today...
Y/n, holding a lit match and a bag of cheetos: Leave me be, Marcy isn't home to stop me, I'm going feral.
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Marcy X reader oneshots
FanfictionNO ONE IN MY FAMILY READ THIS I might add some Darcy X reader And some Anne X reader ;) *REQUESTS ARE CLOSED*
