Can you do a Marlon x reader where the reader was sent there as a student, and them and Marlon have been best friends since they first went there. Fast forward now that the apocalypse happened they are dating and the reader is the type to hold their temper in and are extremely nice, but one wrong move and it turns to a shit show. ( it’s why they were sent there) A new group member judges their boyfriends leading and they lose. Their. Shit. And Marlon has to comfort and calm them down. (But it’s not a stupid amount it’s like they say SOEMTHING that would make you genuinely angry) thanks ♥️
Description: Marlon’s partner has a hard time controlling their temper when a newcomer starts insulting their boyfriend.
Warnings: Cussing, reader tries to fight somebody
Notes: This took SO LONG I had it written briefly for AGES in my notes but AAH everything has been so busy </33 Sorry if this feels rushed?? I’m mostly writing it to show that I haven’t quit completely </3 I didn’t really know what to do with this little newcomer character just pretend you did whatever you wanted with them. Maybe Marlon could send them away <3 Anything for his babe <3 Haha, enslavement <3
You and Marlon separated, a kiss lingering on your head before you two parted. You and the newcomer, Alfie, made your way to the picnic table, slightly damp from the night's rain and moss clinging to the base of the wood.
Alfie, who had thick black hair and dark eyes, has been finding themselves struggling to settle for a while. You didn’t want to express your ill feelings toward them since you were in a rather respected position you took seriously, but something about them rang wrong. Perhaps you were just paranoid, not used to strangers, especially ones a decade older than the rest of you, Alfie nestling in their mid-twenties or so.
Alfie perked up, lips pursed, “I didn’t realise you and him were dating.”
You flushed, a smile blooming on your face, “Oh, yeah… We’ve been together for a long time actually.” You giggled, your hands playing with the hem of your shirt as you looked down at your feet, “We used to be in the same classes and we’d pass notes to each other all the time. We’d draw these shitty pictures too and they were God awful. We’d get into trouble because of them all the time because we were twelve and stupid.”
Alfie rolled their eyes, propping their head up with their hand, “You’ve known each other for a while then, I take it… So, when did this become a thing then?” They vaguely gestured between the two of you, and you looked over your shoulder and watched Marlon conversing with the others, hands on his hips.
“Not that long after shit went wrong, actually… I think it was a case of ‘just in case one of us dies you should know’ kind of thing, but we’re both still here.”
Alfie released a bitter laugh from their throat, finger tracing shapes on the wooden table, “It’s nice you two can thrive considering what happened to the others…”
Your lips dipped downward, “… Yeah. It’s… Unfortunate.” You weren’t sure what to make of their tone. You two suddenly fell quiet, Alfie looking down at the wooden table in front of them. You leaned slightly on the table’s surface, gulping thickly at the silence.
Alfie rose their head suddenly, snapping out of thought, “I mean, how many people were here? Thirty eight?” You jumped at the sound of their voice.
“Forty two.” You corrected.
Alfie whistled at the number, making you raise a brow in their direction, “Jeez. So you’ve lost, what? Twenty… Thirty…” They started counting on their fingers, “Thirty one? It’s only a matter of time before you run out of people here.”
Your lips pressed tightly together, going thin as you thickly swallowed with your jaw clenched. “We’re doing fine.” You said quickly.
Alfie’s laugh sounded closer to a scoff, “You lose, like, five people every year. In two years you’ll run dry.”
With their eyes treading over your shoulder, they continued, “A good leader wouldn’t have even lost one.”
You bit back a snarl, but you felt your lips twitch, “What’s that supposed to mean?” Your smile wore thin,
“Marlon obviously couldn’t handle leading that many of people. I mean, what made him the leader to begin with? Because he’s the oldest?” They waved their hand dismissively, “He’s just a kid who hit a growth spurt. He doesn’t know what he’s doing.”
“What do you know about leading anybody? Whoever led you guys didn’t do a great job, considering they’re all dead.”
“We didn’t lose thirty-or-so people, that’s for sure!”
“Because you didn’t have that many to lose! Stop acting like you know shit about us.”
“I’ve known him since the beginning. You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”
Alfie raised their hands defensively, a wire-like, uneven grin on their face, “I’ve seen my fair share of groups, you know. I’m just letting you know that there’s an issue here.”
“There’s an issue here alright.” Your knuckles began turning white from how hard they were clenched, your muddy fingernails boring into your skin, “One that’s asking for a black eye.
They laughed, eyebrows quirked, “Are you serious…?”
Alfie found themselves on their feet, not breaking eye contact with you.
“Not worried to make me another addition to your ‘grave yard’ are you? You’re just that used to losing people, aren’t yo-?” Your hand found its way to Alfie’s hair, tangling itself in their curls as you tugged then roughly to your side, strands tearing off alongside your fingers as you released yourself. Alfie raised their arms to defend themselves, but before you could land a hit you felt two hands on your shoulders pulling you back.
“Woah, woah. What’s going on?” Marlon asked firmly, fingers digging into your collarbone.
“This bitch-! Keeps running their fucking mouth-!”
“No.” Marlon’s hand was now tightly wrapped around your arm, “No, we don’t do that here. Come on.” His firm grip led you astray, pulling you toward the school, his forceful action making you stumble over your feet when you got to the stairs. Your cheeks burned, feeling like a child being scolded by their parent.
“Marlon, for fucks sake..!” You complained as he led you to his office, where he sat down, a groan escaping his lips as his elbows rested on the desk, fingers at his temples.
“I don’t know what happened out there, but…” He exhaled, pausing, “that isn’t the way to go about it.”
You scoffed, “Are you fucking kidding me, Marlon? I won’t sit there and let them tear you down like that.”
“Listen, I really appreciate it, but-“
“No! No fucking buts, no nothing! They don’t know a damn thing about any of us, especially not you. I’ll die defending you, Marlon. You know this.” You crossed your arms tightly against your chest, “You should’ve let me wipe that smirk off their face.”
“What am I going to do with you…?” He muttered, leaning back in his chair as he looked toward the ceiling, frosty eyes glazing over with thought. You kicked at the floor with your boots, grumbling,
“You’ll let me stick up for you without you telling me off like a little kid.” You argued. You chewed on your lip, licking at the raw skin. Marlon’s chest jittered with a bitter laugh, finding himself sitting forward and moving to his feet. “You might as well be, throwing tantrums like that…” he taunted, and you flushed.
You could see his boot-clad feet make their way toward you and you felt yourself getting consumed by his warmth, his arms wrapping around you, calloused hand placed at the back of your skull.
“We work through this together.” He said softly, hand running through your hair, “This anger. We don’t let it get this far. We talk.”
You nestled yourself deeper into him, “I know… But God, they just…!” You waved your hand around, struggling to find the words,
“I know.” He said, a smile gracing his lips at your frustration,
“I know I get pissed too… I start breaking shit or hitting things… But when I talk to you I don’t feel like that anymore.” He kissed the side of your head, his ears turning red, “I just hope you can feel the same with me.”
“You know I do, I…” You felt a space grow between you, pushing yourself away so you could look at him, frown thick on your face as you picked at your fingers, “I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disappoint you, Marlon. I just wanted to show my respect for you.”
He snickered, “Hey, c’mon.” He rose a brow, folding his arms, “How about instead of talking to me like a leader you talk to me like your boyfriend?”
You chuckled, looking down at your feet, “I’m trying to talk to my boyfriend and he’s being an ass about it.” You said teasingly. You two fell into a comfortable silence, Marlon’s eyes falling onto your features. His hands slithered under your jaw, making you look up at him, a grin plastered on his face.
You turned red as you swatted him away, straightening your back, “I’m not apologising.” You stated as he sighed.
“I figured as much.” He scratched the back of his neck.
With your brows furrowed, your jaw clenched tightly, “No, seriously. I don’t know what their problem is but-“
Marlon said your name sharply, causing you to hold your breath, “You’re going to get yourself worked up again.” You blinked, sighing as your lips fell downward,
Marlon stepped forward, brushing away the strands of hair that fell over your face, “You’re getting better at this, y’know. We all have our moments.” His hand burrowed in the curve of your waist, holding you securely, “If this keeps going we’ll figure something out, but right now let’s just… Make it about us.” His voice trailed off as his breath hit against your face, lips meeting yours for a brief moment
You pulled away, lips brushing against his as you spoke, “We'll have to go down for dinner.” you laughed.
“Then let’s just stay here until then.” He grinned, “Want to tell me about what made you laugh so hard when you were hunting? I could hear you when you were on your way back.” He poked your ribs, making you giggle, “You’re lucky you didn’t cause any dead-heads to close in.”
“Ugh, alright.” You groaned with a grin, plopping yourself on Marlon’s desk as he found himself back at his chair, feet up as your hand placed itself on his ankle, fiddling with his shoelaces. You completely forgot about your incident with Alfie, but if it happened again… Marlon might let it slide…
