Marjoreece Oneshots

Space

(Marjorie's pov)

"Reece, do you celebrate Christmas?" I don't know where the question came from, but something about watching him cook makes me endlessly think, and that's where I ended up.
"What's got you thinking that?" he asks, obviously trying to avoid the question.
"I don't know to be honest. But, do you?" I ask again.
"Here's dinner, I'm just popping out to grab something, I'll be back," he says quickly, sliding a plate in front of me and grabbing his keys, rushing out the house, not even giving me so much as a kiss.
"I love you..." I mutter, starting to eat, but only managing a few bites before not wanting any more, so I move to the sofa.

I switch on the tv, flicking a random tv show on, trying to distract myself. Yet, nothing is working, I just want Reece.
I don't know what made him react like that, but it's probably my fault. I shouldn't have asked him that so out of the blue. I don't know what I did wrong exactly, but I can't help but feel as though it's my fault.
Just then I hear the door open, and a part of me wants to run to it, hug Reece tightly. But the rest of me is angry, angry he just left like that, and didn't answer me.

"I'm back," I hear him walking into the kitchen, "Gorgeous? You haven't touched your food," he mumbles to himself, before eventually walking into the living room, "Oh you're in here."
"Yeah," I coldly reply, letting my anger take over now.
"Are you okay?"
"Whatever."
"Gorgeous? Talk to me," he says, reaching a hand out for me, but I just smack it away, "Marjorie?"
"Piss off Reece," I growl at him, wanting to be alone but not at the same time.
"What's wrong?"
"Fuck off! Fuck off, fuck off, FUCK OFF!!" I yell at him, and he looks at me wide eyed and taken aback.
"Why? What have I done?" he questions again.
"You just fucking left! You refused to talk to me! Then left! I can't keep going with you being all closed off Reece! I try so hard to give you space, let you open up when you're comfortable, let you go at your speed! But you can't just fuck off when you feel like it, leaving me alone, and leaving me alone not knowing what's happening!! And I know I've just said all of that, and this is going to contradict it all, but just fuck off! FUCK OFF!"
He just nods, before standing up and slowly walking up the stairs in silence, leaving me sobbing on the sofa.

I cry until I can't anymore, I cry until my whole body feels heavy. I cry until there is nothing left in me.
I don't even know what I'm crying over by the end of it, I just feel exhausted. And I want to be held by someone, but I doubt Reece will want to come down after I just screamed at him.
I mean, it's worth a try right?
"Reece?" I call out quietly, not sure if he's heard me or not. I get no response, no movement, so I decide I'll try one more time, if not then I'll just comfort myself.
"Reece?" I call out a bit louder now, and hear a bit of movement, then the stairs creak.

"Yes?" he responds, slowly making his way into the living room.
Once I make eye contact, I can't help the tears that somehow start rolling down my face, as my chest feels tight and heavy again.
"I'm sorry," I squeak out through my tears.
"Are you?" he asks, putting his hands in his pockets.
"I really am, I didn't mean any of it."
"But you did," he says, sitting down next to me, "Marj you did mean it all, and whilst I am hurt, I'm glad you said something. I mean you could've done it in a better way, and we could've had that conversation when you're not angry and upset, but we had it. And I'm sorry for making you feel as though you had to bottle it up instead of talking to me, please don't do that again, just talk to me next time. I don't want that to happen again, please?" he explains, and he is right.
"Okay, I'm sorry," I apologise again, tears still slowly falling down my face, my body feeling so heavy and exhausted in all ways possible.
"I forgive you, but I just need some space for a little while," he says.
"How long is a little while?" I dreadfully ask him, hoping it's not for too long.
"A few hours, just to get my head in the correct space. I'll come back down when I'm ready," he states, before getting up and walking back upstairs.

I just sit there. I understand he needs the space, I said some hurtful things, and yelled at him, so I understand.
But I'm so mentally exhausted, I just need someone to hold me, so I don't have to hold myself. And Reece will be there when he's ready, which I respect.
I let silent tears fall, my throat too sore to make any noise, my chest still rising up and down in an offbeat pattern, as I try and calm myself down.

I must've cried myself to sleep, as I'm awoken by footsteps.
"Marjorie?"
"Reece?" I sit up slightly, seeing him come into the room fully, moving around to the sofa, sitting next to me.
"You're okay. I've been calling you for a little while," he says.
"Oh I'm sorry. I think I fell asleep," I reply.
"It's okay, I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he places a hand on my thigh.
"Are we done with space now?" I quietly ask him, looking to him.
"We are," he says, and I open my arms for him, and he pulls me into him.
He leans back into the sofa, lying down, me following on top of him.

He strokes through my hair, planting kisses on the top of my head, as I lay my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I love you gorgeous," he whispers, kissing my head again.
"I love you too," I respond, leaning up and kissing his lips, "I've missed you."
"I know. I'm sorry, but I needed the space," he responds, twirling a few strands of my hair.
"I know, and I respect that. I just needed someone to hold me, I'm glad you're here now," I whisper, resting my head back to his chest.
"I've got you now baby," he whispers, as I lean my head up again to softly kiss his lips.
"I love you Reecey."
"I love you too gorgeous."

A/N: sorry it's so short, i've reached the point of emotional/mental burnout, and my mental health has hit rock bottom again. but writing chapters for you lot seems to temporarily boost my mood, i mean the watching char's videos are the only reason i'm still going, if it wasn't for her (and you guys) who knows if i'd still be here.
also i've run out of ideas to write, so i'm turning to you guys. anything you can think of that you may want me to write please comment, or i can make a request chapter for you all to put it on whenever you think of something. however if you don't have anything, that is completely fine, you'll just have to wait a little while for the next idea.
(its probably going to be a little while until the next one, my mental health is shit and i don't want it to end in worst case scenario)
anyways, now that's done, love you all, look after yourselves <3333