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Marc Spector x Male!Reader (platonic)
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a/n: I had to write a platonic fic with marc. I have grown attached to him. Warning verbal abuse is mentioned and some injuries but nothing too bad. Plus grammar mistakes and I think his a lil occ
The walls in Marc's flat were thin as shouting could be heard next door. He isn't the one to pry, but it's inevitable to hear what's going on. He can distinguish between the voices, a man shouting and a teen.
Y/n slammed the door of his flat and headed straight for the elevator. His hands were trembling out of fear and anger. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror, eyes red from tears and sweat coating his forehead, his hair sticking to it.
Guilt weighed down on Y/n as he stepped out of the elevator to the rooftop. A gust of cool wind hit him, he always found peace up here.
Y/n sat on the ledge, his feet dangling off it. He didn't mean to react so violently. The argument replayed again and again in his head, his guilt weighing heavier each time.
His train of thoughts came to a stop when he felt a tap on his shoulder making him jolt and his heart drop making him hold on the ledge
"Woah! Kid, be careful." Marc held Y/n down by his shoulders in case he slipped.
"Jeez don't sneak on me like that" He let out a sigh of relief and turned to glance at Marc hopping off the ledge. "What are you doing up here?"
"I thought you needed some company. I can leave if you want?" Marc asked him.
The first time he saw Y/n he was injured and patching himself up at the rooftop sitting on the ground. Marc went up there for fresh air or peace for once until he saw a the teen. His arm was cut a bit and his knuckles were bruised. Seeing this, anyone would be concerned, so he approached the teen.
"Hey kid, you good there?"
The teen looked up at the sudden voice. Noticing the man, he froze up for a second before responding "Y-yeah I’m fine..just tripped and stuff"
Marc raised an eyebrow at his excuse
"Yeah right you're gonna get an infection if you don't do it properly here" Marc approached the teen and grabbed the gauze, cotton balls, and iodine and applied it to his arm. The teen hissed and flinched in pain, but let the stranger patch him up. Marc was trying to be gentle, not wanting to hurt him. He finished it off by wrapping up his knuckles.
"I- uh thank you sir.. " He awkwardly thanked the unknown man, to which he acknowledged him with a nod
"My name's Marc. You better put ice on your knuckles to lessen the pain. What really happened anyway?" Marc asked, raising a brow, he was a tad bit curious
"Well... I kinda had a run in with some jerks in school. My parents would be livid if they found out I fought someone so I'm patching up here. The name’s Y/n " Marc hummed acknowledging his words. He stood up from his crouched position and offered his hand to Y/n which he took.
"Look kid, I gotta go. Be careful next time yeh?" Y/n nodded thanking him again before he left.
“Seriously again?”
“Hey look man, they started it. They're picking on my friend I can’t let them get away with it.” Y/n stated. He once again got into a fight
“Come on, get in” Marc opened his door, fully letting in the troublemaker. He sighed at Y/n this was the fourth time this has happened. Since their first meeting, Y/n bought him some food as a thank you. They would usually come across with each other on the rooftop.
Marc isn’t known to be very sociable, but Y/n would always talk to him. It wasn’t too bad of a change. He needed company once in a while. From then on they would sometimes hangout going out somewhere. Marc has grown to care for the teen almost like an older brother of sorts, especially after knowing what happens in his family.
"No- wait, stay please." Marc softly smiled at that and stood beside him, handing out a plastic bag. "What is it?" Y/n asked to take the bag from him. Peeking inside, two sandwiches. One of your favorite ones too.
"I was heading home earlier thought I'd bring you some" Y/n smiled at him and thanked him, grabbing one handed it out to Marc, which he took.
They sat there together on the ledge in a comfortable silence until Marc broke the silence. "Kid have you been doing alright?" He asked, glancing his way. "I mean it's you know the usual. Could be worse... you heard something earlier didn't you?" Y/n's voice cracked as he spoke, staring at the street lamp below.
"Mm..the walls here are thin. You don't have to tell me but what's bothering you huh? anyone you want me to fight?" He said, trying to lighten the mood. Y/n sighed and laughed a bit at his words. He tried to get the words out of his mouth, but his mind was going a hundred miles per hour. The memory of what had happened earlier flashed back into his mind, making his chest feel heavy from guilt. His eyes started to water that Marc noticed, making him pull the teen to his closer to his side, trying to give him comfort.
"I don't know what to do anymore, I'm so scared. I-i just can't control my emotions anymore-" Y/n cut himself off, letting out a sob as he covered his face with his hand. Marc continued to listen, rubbing his shoulder.
"I never shout at them like that, you know. My parents I just don't know where to place my anger. It was just sudden he started shouting about something I was doing and how I look at him like... I’m disgusted" More tears spilled out his eyes and he took a deep breath trying to calm himself down
"I got so... scared I stormed out of there. God I just shouted if they understand why I always run away from him but my mom said no they don't. H-he just wouldn't shut up so I shouted so loud for him to stop. I know I should communicate with them.. I did try that but it didn't work, before I could just keep quiet but I just can't stop it right now. I know why they act like this.. I know their parents were horrible and they think this is right. That's why I always feel so guilty for getting mad at them. I know what they're doing is wrong but i still feel horrible"
Y/n finished off. Tears were starting to stain his face, his nose was stuffy, and his eyes were red once again. It was quiet for a few minutes as they just sat there in silence. Marc's eyes softened as he looked at Y/n as he leaned his head on his shoulder.
Marc remembered his childhood. He knew how he felt. No words needed to be said, someone being present is better than enough.
"Thank you Marc, I really needed someone right now. I hope I wasn't bothering you or something" Y/n smiled at him
"Don't worry about me kid. I'm always here for you alright? I might as well be your brother." Marc reassured them and grinned, which he reciprocated.
"Now come on, before it gets too dark let's head outside and get food you want." He stated and hopped off the ledge as Y/n followed suit.
I'll never forget you commander ponds
yo i swear im gonna post a wolffe x reader platonic fic soon- i needed that platonic shit in my life rn