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pt.2! Macklin x Crosby! reader
warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, angst.
MDNR!
also i did not proof read this sorry gang
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Y/n had almost forgotten about Mack, being able to find someone new to talk to every now and then.
Here was the thing about Y/n, she wasn’t the kind of person who liked to be alone. She needed someone by her side, or to entertain her, at all times.
Which is why at times, she did miss Macklin. To her, he was easy, anything she wanted from him she could get. But as she stared at herself in the mirror, she remembered how she was so vulnerable, honest with him, she knew he understood her the same way she understood him.
Y/n knew her friends would hate her right now. But she already had about 15 excuses for herself.
~ A few days later ~
“Macklin” Y/n said, opening her front door with little to nothing to wear. Almost breathless seeing him again, did he bulk up? She asked herself.
Y/n cleared her throat, “What are you doing here?” She asked, looking at a red-eyed Macklin staring at her.
Macklin on the other hand, was just trying to soak up her face, trying to memorize every single color, mole, bruise on her face.
“Macklin?” Y/n said, urging him to come inside, and he didn’t he just stood there. Eyes wide, staring at her.
He didn’t know what to say, he had a whole speech prepared but now he was too nervous. He just stared at her, “Macklin what the fuck?” Y/n said, waving her hands in his face.
And for the time, he finally did something, he grabbed her hand and kissed it, until he was face to face with Y/n.
“I’ve missed you so much” He said, holding her face
Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him in disbelief, “You’re the one who left me” she said, “You don’t get to play the i miss you card” She said, a bit enraged with him.
As she walked into her apartment, Mack followed in, “Are you fucken serious?” He said, Y/n turned her head way to quickly, “Who the fuck do you think you are” He said, grabbing her wrist, a sudden anger running through him.
“Who do I think I am?” Y/n mocked, giving him the same dead stare he was giving her.
Mack nodded his head “Yea”, “Who the fuck do you think you are” He repeated, raising his voice, “Having your little fuck answer the phone? Really?”
“I didn’t fuck him” Y/n spit out, Macks grip tightening around her wrist. Y/n winced “Jesus Mack!”
“It was just a photoshoot” She said, now a bit scared of him, “He answered even after I told him not to”
Mack could almost laugh, “You think i’m going to believe that shit?” he said, “After you were so quick to fuck me?” He cracked a smile, looking at Y/n’s face.
Y/n felt nauseous hearing him say that, the only thing she could do was look at him with a certain sadness in her eyes that no one gets to see. And he looked right back at her, checkmate.
“Let me go Macklin” Y/n said, tears welling up in her eyes, pulling her wrist from him “Let me go!” She yelled, feeling not only judged by someone she shared her body with, but humiliated.
“Y/n” Macklin said, pulling her closer to him, as she tried to fight him, “it’s okay if you slept with him” suddenly he felt a wave a regret speaking to her in that manner.
“FUCK YOU” Y/n yelled, pushing her self away from him, hitting him at the same time. Macklin got the memo and let her go.
They stood there, Y/n hyperventilating while she cried, Macklin looking at her with such a deep regret in his eyes.
“Y/n-” Macklin started, but Y/n was quick to cut to cut him off, “GET OUT” she yelled, “GET THE FUCK OUT” she yelled once again, this time pushing him out of her place.
Once Mack was behind her door frame, Y/n spoke one last time, “I never want to see you again” she sniffled, tears running down her face.
And they never did.
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The next morning, Y/n woke up and walked up to the mirror in her bathroom.
Her eyes bloodshot red, her wrist faintly bruised.
She continued to cry, until she couldn’t.
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Guys don’t hate me
also hate how this came out
