I'll let you win (a falsettos x marvel au)

Chapter 2: marvin stuck in Whizzers ass

Everytime I sing 'I'm breaking down' I always sing these lyrics instead of Marvin grabbing Whizzers ass. I just prefer them.

That evening, like almost every evening, Trina Feldman was stood over a pot on the stove, her long brown hair in loose curls pooling on her shoulders, cooking dinner for her family. She was completely zoned out, mindlessly stirring the saucepan filled with peas. She snapped out of her daze as her son stepped out of the elevator on the floor.

"Jason, honey, how was your day?"

He replied with a grunt and instantly exited their open plan living, kitchen area, walking down the corridor separating the floor space and out of sight. A few seconds later she heard the slam of the door. Trina rolled her eyes at the angsty- stereotypical teenager she had raised and started to set up the kitchen table. Friday nights were the only time she could have a family meal. Her husband was a workaholic and her son would often be out with friends, but she always, no exceptions, would make sure that on Friday nights at ten thirty pm, they would both join her at the table.

She got out three sets of cutlery, placing them on their large wooden dining room table, one at the head of the table, facing the elevator, for Marvin, one on the middle, right side for Jason, and seemingly miles away, her own set at the other end, facing her husband. From the fridge she got out an expensive bottle of Chardonnay for herself, placing it in a wine cooler on the table before going back to the fridge and getting a can of coke for Jason and a Beer for her Husband, setting them down on the table.

Then she sat, alone, at the table for a second, wondering why she had said yes all those years ago. Wondering if her isolated life was worth the view from her penthouse apartment. Wondering if she would need more than one bottle of wine for herself. As her thoughts grew darker, and she was already a glass of wine in and dinner had not yet been served, she called for her family.

"THEA, would you mind telling Marvin and Jason that dinner's ready?"

The robotic voice of the intercom system replied.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm updating- please try again in a few minutes."

Trina sighed to herself as she got up and went to the stove, stirring the pot with the pasta, and checking on the lobster. Although it was not kosher, since acquiring wealth- Trina has taken a liking to the finer cuisine and ate lobster as one of her only exceptions.

Then she walked down the hall to Jason's bedroom, stopping when she got to the door. She knocked twice and poked her head around it.

"Jason, it's dinner in a few minutes."

He stared at her, his slightly bloodshot eyes taking a second to register what she was saying before it hit him and he nodded at her, still high and growing more and more paranoid.

"Aight"

As she left to go back to the kitchen, she stopped out side her bedroom, debating whether or not to go in. On instinct she entered and rummaged through her drawers until she found the small orange prescription bottle of Xanax, taking one from her shaking hand and quickly tucking the bottle into her bra. Then she went to get Marvin. Her small heels clicked along the marble floors as she got into the elevator, going down two floors to her Husband's personal office. She stepped out of the lift, heels still clicking and walked through the room filled with the newest technology and Marvin's latest inventions.

Marvin had one rule. Do not ever go in his office. Even Trina, in their almost eighteen years of marriage, had never seen the inside of it, not once. That was why it surprised her her when the door was slightly ajar...

And when she heard two voices coming from inside.

She slightly pushed open the door, curiosity taking over her. The door swung open and her heart fell and shattered as she gasped at the scene in front of her.

At Trina's gasp, a startled Marvin and Whizzer looked up at her like scared rabbits. From the door, Trina could see whizzer, bent over the large desk, Marvin holding his waist, balls deep in his ass. He instantly froze as he saw the cold look of disgust on Trina's face.

"Trina, baby-"

Although Marvin had stopped his thrusts, Whizzer had continued to grind on him and with a moan, came on the carpeted floor, not exactly helping Marvin's case.

Trina took a deep breath- shaking with rage. Her voice was quiet, a low whisper.

"I'm going upstairs. In five minutes, you're going to be at our dinner table, asking your son how his day was."

She turned to leave, a single tear trickling down her face. She quickly wiped it away and turned back to the men, scrambling for their clothes.

"Marvin, don't you dare tell Jason, the press cannot best about this. And Whizzer-" she kicked away the shirt that was lying by her feet "- next time at your home, never again in mine."

She left, walking hastily through the large white room with the ceiling high windows and rushed to the lift. Once she got back to their apartment she downed another glass of wine as she took the pill bottle out of her bra and popped another pill into her mouth. The alcohol and the Xanax mixed together to make her feel slightly dizzy and tired, so tired.

Trina looked across her table at marvin's empty seat, thinking of all the times Whizzer had dined with them, how he had befriended her son, how he had befriended her yet was screwing her husband behind her back.

"Mum, what's for dinner?"

It was Jason who broke her from her trace again and she got up, checking on how the dinner was. Overcooked. Trina sighed and served it into three bowl and placed them down.

"Lobster linguine." She said
"Mum, what did I say about you having lobster for a normal meal. It's not right us having millions of dollars yet the guy on our stoop literally has nothing!"

Trina sighed "Jason, sweetie, I can't deal with this, not today. Please."

He huffed in reply and sat down, Trina following suite, head in her hands trying to calm the deep ache in her head. They waited in silence for a minute before Marvin joined them quickly sitting at his end.

They blessed their food and ate in silence, Trina avoiding Marvin's eye contact at all costs, and the silence only being broken by Jason trying to lightened the mood. After they ate, she did not bother cleaning up, instead she walked straight to her bedroom. Just as Trina reached the door, Marvin stopped her, grabbing her wrist in his hands, kissing her palm.

"Baby, I love you."

She winced and pulled her hand away, slamming the door in his face and laying in her bed, falling instantly in a deep sleep from the Xanax and the wine. Marvin stood by the door, sighing before entering his own bedroom, taking his sleeping pills and falling asleep, his past abruptly waking him up only a few hours later as he got up and went back to work.