marilyn thornhill one shots

lonely

info: you notice your girlfriend, marilyn, is being secretive about her wardrobe. you go and see what she is hiding and discover she is a little, and she tells you why. request by @Abi1468

fluff - cw/tw - separation anxiety, neglect, childhood trauma, depression!

italics(𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸) are your thoughts!

after my set of knocks, marilyn greeted me at her door. she instantly pulled me into a tight, comforting hug, whispering into my ear as i laughed at her sweetness. "i missed you so much, you have no idea." i squeezed her ever so slightly to reassure her before we walked inside slowly, still connected. i pulled away but was struck with worry when i saw the tears building in her eyes. i cupped her warm cheeks and spoke with a puzzled tone. "what's wrong, angel?" she sniffled as she wiped her nose on the back of her wrist. "n- nothing. you should have expected this, knowing how clingy i can be." this would sound reasonable. but her answer didn't satisfy me. it felt like she was hiding something. i just didn't know what. she starting talking and it pulled me back to the present.

"anyways, i'll get dressed now and you can watch TV if you like?" i smiled and sat on her cozy bed. 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. i smiled while reminiscing and watched as marilyn examined the contents of her wardrobe. well, i was watching her back as she tapped her finger on her chin in decision, until something fell out of the bottom of her wardrobe. i glanced at in, not being confused until i saw the baby pink colour and size of this tiny object. but, what took me off guard even more, was her reaction. i could only barely see the side of her face and watched as her eyes widened and she quickly bend down to pick it up and shovel it back in her wardrobe. 𝘸𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦? i shrugged it off and continued watching the show that was on.

*the next day after the date*

i was sat in my room scrolling though the mind-numbing social medias that i had regrettably downloaded at one point or another. one fake influencer after another, i rolled my eyes and went to text someone. "hey marilyn, are you free right now?" i sent the text and after a few seconds, she read it. but that was it. she just left me on read. now if it was another day, i would have thought she was teaching a class and couldn't answer. but it was a saturday. why would she do that? i glanced back at my phone. still nothing. so, i stood up and left my dorm. i wasn't mad at her. i would never be mad at her, for any reason. but i was worried. worried that i had upset her? or someone else had upset her? whatever the case, i needed to make sure she was alright. after my pacing steps carried me down all the stairs and to the door which held my favourite person, i knocked firmly for a few seconds and waited. i could hear frantic shuffling behind the door. and after i got no reply for a good minute, i spoke through the door.

"marilyn? baby? are you in there? why are you not answering me?" my head was now sideways, almost fully against the solid wood as i listened intently. but still, no reply. "marilyn, you're really scaring me. is everything alright?" still, nothing but heavy, fast shuffling. it almost like someone was tidying at an unnatural rate. "okay, i'm coming in. you give me no choice." i cautiously pushed the door open and as it creaked on it's old hinges, i glanced down at marilyn in confusion. she was kneeling on the floor beside her bed, pushing something under her bed before she looked towards me in shock. "hey, what are you doing?" i folded my arms while leaning on the door frame and smirking. she seemed to look in any other direction than my eyes. she gulped audibly, then a fragile voice left her lips. 

"nothing. i- i was just...tidying." i looked around her room and spoke in the mean time. "tidying what? your room is spotless, it always is." she looked really worried and that only enhanced my puzzled concern for her. i sat on her bed and patted a place next to me, smiling reassuringly at her. "it's okay, i don't bite. i just wanna talk to you darling." she slowly sat next to me and looked down at her lap, picking her nails. i slipped my hands in hers and she squeezed them slightly. this is one of the ways marilyn would tell me she was worried without actually telling me, in case she was embarrassed or non-verbal. then i spoke in a comforting voice. "is there something you wanna tell me? you have been acting a little off for a while and i want you to know that i love you and whatever you need to say, i will still love you." she was now looking into my eyes, her eyes glassy as her lids flicked and the tears fell. after a few seconds of her contemplation, her soft words cut the air.

"i um- i'm a little. do you know what that is?" she asked me as she tilted her head. i nodded, still smiling softly at her. "i had a really bad childhood. what with my brother's mental health issues and my parent's absence. they never actually cared about me." her voice broke in the last sentence as tears poured from her pain-filled eyes and her chin shook as she contained the sobs. "i think all that loneliness is the reason for it," she looked into my eyes and spoke in a whisper. "do you hate me?" my mouth was agape at this, but instead of answering her, i pulled her into a hug. she sobbed into my shoulder as i silently cried at this too. i felt her body trembling and her hand search for mine as she continued to pour her heart out in front of me. 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭. another tear fell as i closed my eyes and rocked us back and forth, reassuring her in a whisper. "i love you. you're gonna be okay, i promise."

she pulled away and sniffled once more, her eyes shifted from the ground to mine. i looked into her eyes, and tried to show that i was there for her. but the sympathy i felt towards her and the anger i felt towards her family seemed to boil every ounce of blood in my body. she seemed to notice this as she shuffled closer and took my hands. my breathing was heavier and my eyes were wide and bulging while i stared at the floor. i peered at her when her hand went onto my cheek. "what's the matter? why do you look so mad?" a tear fell but i wiped it away as i spoke in a broken voice. " i am so sorry that happened to you. but it just makes me mad. i can't bare the thought of you being so abused. i just can't!" my words eventually led to me breaking down as i sobbed and marilyn pulled me into a hug. all she said were the same few words in an emotionless voice. "it's alright. they are gone now." when we pulled apart, we settled and watched a movie together.

a/n - so i was quite unsure on how to write this one and i'm quite sad that i didn't write as much about her behaviour but i still hope you liked it! have a great day/night, i love youu <3