Marcy X reader oneshots

Homophobia

Requested by Dragapult865

TW: Homophobia 🤢

Upside to the TW: Lesbian goddess vibes
(I've never actually been bullied, so sorry if it ain't accurate)

Enjoy

"Hey nerd," A dude with green eyes and red hair hair approached Marcy. "How's it like being gay? Does it feel like your always in the dumps? Oh wait, what's the difference?"

"Shut up," Marcy muttered, trying to shuffle past.

He slammed a hand on the locker next to her. "Not so fast, you need to meet a good man. Being gay is absolutely disgusting."

Marcy rolled her eyes.

"DID YOU JUST ROLL YOUR EYES AT ME!?" He said in an angry voice. "Oh you're going to get it!"

He raised his hand high, ready to beat the shit out of her.

She put her hands up, bracing for impact.

Then, something caught the hand.

His eyes widened and he turned to the person that caught it.

You stood there, eyes gleaming.

You were furious.

"Haha," He smirked. "Well, well, if it isn't another gay freak. What, have you finally come to your senses and want to date me?"

You let go of his wrist and giggled. "Don't get your hopes up." (Yeah, I used it lol)

He scoffed. "So what's the purpose of standing up for this nerd?"

"I will not have you picking on my girlfriend you Asshole." You said, a smirk bigger than his plastered onto your face.
His jaw dropped. "You are absolutely disgusting."

"How about we do an arm wrestle? See who's stronger." You suggested, walking close to Marcy and wrapping your arms around her protectively.

"EW, no." He said with a disgusted face.

"Why? Is it because you're afraid you'll lose to a 'disgusting person'?" You tilted your head and looked at him with an evil glare.

"Uh-no-its just," He sighed. "Fine."

"Alright." You sat down at a table and held your arm out.

He sat at the other side, and you joined your hands up.

You began counting.

"3..2..1.."

"GO!"

You pushed with all your might and kept a poker face.

It was more like and intense staring contest.

Suddenly, your hand began to go down a bit.

No, I'm not loosing this.

You looked towards Marcy.

She had her eyes closed, and was biting down on her nails.

Her hair was messy, and a few bruises from bullies could be seen.

She wore a tight green skirt, a grey t-shirt that was tucked into the elastic, and white shorts that barely stuck out from under her skirt.

How could you see all that from just quick glance? You didn't know yourself.

You felt adrenaline rush through your veins as you turned back to the arm wrestle.

You slammed his hand onto the table.

He pulled it back, wincing in pain.

You chuckled. "So, how does it feel to be bested by a gay?"

He mumbled a curse word before running away.

You rolled your eyes. "What a sore loser."

You felt a pair of arms wrap around you.
"N/n, that was amazing!"

"Oh," You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. "Thanks."

Her eyes flickered down to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

You kissed her softly, and pulled back after a few seconds.

"Now come on, you still owe me a hang out."

"What kind of hangout?" You asked, your dirty mind activating.

She looked at you and blushed, before it turned to a smirk. "Is that an invitation?"

Hey guys, hows it going?

Im so tired, I always am tho lol

Uh bye ig my besties