Marvel Women One Shots

Tolerate It- (T.S)

Tolerate It by Taylor Swift- A one-sided relationship where the protagonist feels like she is not being seen or heard. She constantly gives her all to her partner, but they do not reciprocate the love and support she needs. She feels like she just exists in the relationship and is not truly living.

Rebecca's POV
I sit and watch you readin' with your head low
I sit and watch you
I notice everything you do or don't do
You're so much older and wiser and I

I place her nth cup of coffee by her and sit in the corner, watching her read the lyrics she wrote down earlier with her head low. I notice how she bites her bottom lip when she thinks hard, how her nose scrunches when she closes her eyes to hum a tune, and how she looks for her pen to scribble when she forgets that she places it behind her ear.

I notice everything she does or doesn't do. My name is Rebecca Grant. A long-term invisible childhood friend of America's top country-turn-pop singer-songwriter, Taylor Swift. What do I mean by invisible? I'm naturally shy and always tend to hide behind Taylor when there's a crowd since high school.

I'm used to being the shadow of Taylor, and I couldn't care less about what people say about me. All I cared about was Taylor. Even though she is a few months younger than me, she's always the one taking care of me. She's the mature and the wise old one. While I was the young, shy, and the problematic one.

Taylor always seems to find me wherever I am. Even if I tried to blend into the crowd, she always ensured I was right and right by her side wherever she hung out with her friends. So naturally, when she asked me to be her personal assistant when she debuted, I agreed with no hesitation. Because I know I'll always be safe with her.

I wait by the door like I'm just a kid
Use my best colors for your portrait
Lay the table with the fancy shit
And watch you tolerate it
If it's all in my head tell me now
Tell me I've got it wrong somehow
I know my love should be celebrated
But you tolerate it

That's what I thought, anyway. I put everything I have for her while watching her chase her dreams. Like making sure she always has extra pens in both her bags and mine in case they run out of ink. Making sure she has her notebook or papers with me in case she needs to scribble on something when inspiration hits. Or make sure she always had her coffee first thing in the morning.

Holding her hair when she's puking her guts out after a night out with her girlfriends. Holding her and giving her kisses to comfort her when she cried after breaking up. I don't know what we were, but I knew I was falling for her. I fell for her the day she held my hand in high school, pulling me to introduce her friends to me.

I watched how she got her heart broken multiple times, but I had no courage to reveal my feelings. I was more than content to be her shadow. Someone who will always be there when she turns behind to look for them. If ever she starts looking. As her career progresses, the chances of her turning behind to look for me are lesser. She's leaving me behind.

Still, I couldn't care less. All I cared about was how to make her life easier. I witnessed firsthand how the world is so critical of her. I lost count of how many times I had to pry the wine bottle out of her hand and fight to put her to sleep because she was having such a shitty time. I swore to do my best to manage her daily life so she could rest better and not be bothered by little things.

I waited for her by the door whenever she came home late and watched how she grew from loving to having me waiting for her and tolerating it as time went by. I noticed the tight-lipped smiles and forced conversation when I made breakfast. I tried telling myself it was all in my head. I've been reading it wrong. She's just tired.