Author's note:
This one-shot contains internalized homophobia, homophobic slurs directed at the character themselves, misogyny, manipulation, alcohol, and a sexual scene.
It also mentions the word rape, even if nothing ever happened, this is accompanied by mentions of a minor thinking romantically about their teacher. I am completely against any kind of sexual assault or minor-adult relationships. This is simply a homage to In Trousers where Marvin was tricking himself into thinking romantically of his teacher.
With the sexual scene, it is not sex (I skip over that part), as I am uncomfortable with writing smut. It is all above the waist. Both of the characters are also 18+. The sexual scene is not intended to be arousing, but rather an explanation of the story. As this story is about an accidental pregnancy.
This one-shot is also completely a headcanon, so don't take anything written here as fact. Also, get ready to get mad and frustrated with a homophobic, misogynistic, and confused Marvin.
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1968 - 29th of December
Laughter filled the air at the party, young adults drinking themselves dead while pushing each other up against the walls in aroused furies. It was a cold December day, the snow clashing against the fogged glass panes. Luckily, they were all sheltered from the cold in Marvin Falsetto's parents' rich home.
Marvin's brilliant blue eyes calculatingly scanned the room, similar to an animal searching for prey. His vision was slightly distorted, alcohol buzzing through his brain. He had one motive for the night. Find a lady. Woo her. Have sex. Prove to all of the naysayers that he was not some mentally deranged faggot. A heavy and thick sigh escaped his lips, deciding to fill the space the air left with even more alcohol, returning the cup up to his lips and swallowing the remaining liquid in one go.
At eighteen years old, he still hadn't had a permanent and long-lasting girlfriend. Sure, there had been his high school sweetheart, but he could barely recall her name anymore. What was it? Catherine? Sofia? Katie? And yeah, there had also been Miss Goldberg and her fancy sunglasses, but he couldn't consider her a past lover, could he? After all, she was his ex-teacher. And she had accused him of raping her for merely removing those sunglasses off of her face. Marvin remembered to have done it to see her eyes but could no longer remember their color. The sole thing that he could recall was the way her sunglasses reflected the light so beautifully. Marvin liked those glasses. He wanted them for himself.
With a scoff, Marvin snapped himself out of his train of thought. He resumed his previous mission, to find a woman. Suddenly, he locked eyes with someone, blue meeting a delicate shade of brown.
Then there was him... A lover he had forgotten to mention. A lover he had forgotten. Adam... An accident. A drunken accident. Something that wasn't supposed to happen. I only kissed him because I was desperate and starved for affection. It would've been the same if it was a girl... No, it would've been better if it was with a girl. Marvin desperately thought, fighting back the blush that was creeping up his neck. He shook his head dramatically, slamming down his cup on the table that he had been leaning on. The teenager then focused his vision on the woman standing next to Adam, his older sister, Trina. She was older than Marvin himself, by two years to be exact. She was mature, and he admired that about her, like Miss Goldberg, sophisticated, would make a good wife. Adam, Trina, and Marvin had been good friends back in the day but lost touch briefly before high school. It had been Trina's fault anyways. If she hadn't been so excellent at everything and made Marvin look like such a failure in comparison. Then maybe his parents wouldn't have constantly said; "Why can you be more like Trina?", "Trina would know better.", "Think about how much easier our lives would be if Trina was our child instead.". Then Marvin wouldn't have felt terrible every time he was around her, threatened, insufficient, weak, emasculated.
