#marcus lopez fluff

[minhos-attitude]

'I'm gonna kill the guy who ruined my life.' ⸝⸝ 'It's like you said, some people deserve to die.' ⸝⸝ 'I'm not the acid king.'

Marcus Lopez - Deadly Class

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[chericherilvr]

I bring all the drama - M.L.A

Pairing: Marcus Lopez x fem!Reader

Summary: Being in a secret relationship with Marcus was easy, I mean it still is even after I see Maria flirting with him. After all, I thrive for drama

Reader specifics: Said to have hair, reads romance, fem reader cause they call themselves a cool girl, hinted and pretty much told neurodivergent reader (with autistic and adhd in mind)

Warning: this is so fluff I wanna cry, my humor is broken, probably ooc (like all of them), reader talks to themselves, not proof read like at all

2.1k words hehe

a/n: this is for my pookie @lucifertoxics and my pookie only, if you aren't my pookie you can keep reading it who am I to stop you tbh xx-

He grabbed her hands, a tight embrace resembling those of sweet love stories. "I love you," he whispered melting inside her eyes. "I love you," she replied whising to whoever was listening for this moment to never end.

"When are you going to finally find a boyfriend and stop reading those books?" It's in times like this I thank that the school I'm in. He looks so killable, maybe could use him to ace Mr. Denke's class. I nod to myself as I stare at Billy my eyes narrowing, (i) Why do the school rules imply you can't kill any other student? I let myself roll my eyes, he's a lucky bastard. "How about you find yourself one and let me read in peace? Please and thank you" I smile at him turning back to my book. The chair creeks as he sits pointing out just how much care they added into the library. "I mean it," Billy whispers leaning on the table, "I'm not calling you a lonely loser, but that's exactly what I'm calling you" Would I be too mean if I laugh at him? I shrug and let myself snort at his suggestion, Billy grabs my book out of my hands and throws it far on the table, out of my reach. Can't a girl just enjoy their free time for once? I turn to look at him. "Okay, I'm listening" He grins at my words choosing to ignore the annoyed tone that they came out with.

"Just don't want you throwing away your romantic life cause you prefer spending it with people who don't exist" I smirk, if he only knew, my heart beats quick, I try to ignore the burning feeling, we said to keep it secret "They are real" I chuckle at his stare, snickering trying to not burst out laughing I keep talking "they are real to mee" I slap my hand to my mouth if I'm going to laugh at least I will try to not be so loud for the library. "You're helpless" I follow Billy with my eyes trying to calm down from the big laugh, my tingles hurting from laughing too much. "Oh man if he only knew" I wipe a tear shaking my head, and standing up from my chair. Man, I really needed a good laugh. Look around the room, look around the room. I shift around for a bit trying to not act eager, and as a cartoon movie I slowly walk out the library, yes I am skipping so what?

Truth be told, Billy was far from the truth. Don't get me wrong, I love my fictional boyfriends, but I would never choose them over my fluffy ball of chaos and depression, Marcus, my boyfriend. I giggle when I think of him quickly wiping a face in front of my face to turn my expression into a more neutral one. Cool girl y/n, cool girl. Omg I could maybe start a band and get a bike? That's pretty cool girl style, right? I usually tend to get lost in my own thoughts, and I wonder how people saw me, I mean I was litterally just skipping down the hall my eyes unfocoused and looking around the walls, incohearent mumbles bouncing around me. Oh fuck I must look crazy to them. I shrug, eh who cares.

I'm not aware of how long it took me to reach the spot, our spot. Sure it was a big rock laying around but seeing it makes my stomach jumping with butterflies. I would totally twirl my hair and kick my feet with a giggle if it wasn't for what I saw. "What the actual fuck" I blink a couple times, Marcus sitting on our spot with a smiling Maria standing next to him. I mean, it's a public space, it's not like they're together locked up in a room, but why was she raising her hand to brush his hair back. Girl I get it, but his hair wasn't even messed up, why would someone even? Oh. Everything stops, and by everything I mean me, who was still aproaching them. Oh fuck she's flirting with him. I would tell you everything I thought in that moment, but I would be lying if I didn't say my brain was racing so fast not even I caught most of it. Yet I can explain how my body tenses, fingers tapping each other, the sun that suddenly looked brighter, the wind on the grass, the birds chirping, it's too much, their breaths, oh wait no, my breath, the one I can't control right now. I force myself to look at him, and I'm met with silence.

A peaceful silence that wraps around my body massaging the tension out of it. A comfort silence that fills my heart back to life. I've never been so happy to see my boyfriend's face filled with disgust. My boyfriend. As if a button was pressed my human body reacts again, walking back towards them. Towards our spot. It takes all strength within me to not laugh when Marcus pushes Maria's hand when she tries to touch him again. "Hi" They turn to look at my smiling face, and I'm sure I must have also pressed a button in Marcus cause he looks like he's about to call me his saviour. I'll tease him for that later, I could get some extra cuddles. Do I want to be mean? I mean Maria is kind of my friend as well, and my relationship with Marcus has been kept secret since it started. But a bit of teasing can't hurt, can it?

I savour every second every slow milimeter that I move my head to look at Maria as if it was sweet candy. My eyes widden in surprise and I make sure to pull the best smile I could muster. "Omg Maria you're here too!" I cheer giving her a tight hug giggling. "I swear I didn't even saw you, how's everything?" She frowns a bit looking side to side, but there's no camaras filming you, bestie, this is all real. I grab Marcus hand rubbing my thumb along it giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and a lovesick smile before turning back to look at Maria, head tilting as I wait for her answer. Fuck am I a bad person for enjoying her shocked face right now? I mean I'm training to kill people, but that's a whole different story, right? "What the fuck?" I chuckle when she speaks, covering my mouth with my hand. "Fuck did I messed up languages again? It's hard sometimes to realize" And I swear to God, I deserve to get a grammy for the self-pitying face I'm doing right now, I whine a bit selling the act, "I asked how you were doing, we haven't seen each other since thursday back in class" I smile at her leaning a bit closer to Marcus but not really whispering to ask him "That was in english, right?" He nods at me trying to hold his laugh when he sees my worried face, I sigh in relief looking back at Maria.

"I've been good," aaah, the sweet taste of confusion, "sorry it's just," she pauses again proably trying to understand what was going on, I'll give her that, she does look like gears are turning in her head to think right now, "it's just, are you two together?" Maria points at us, I gasp out in pure shock. Damn someone should just cast me already for a telenovela. "Oh my god!" I exclaim dropping Marcus' hand, "fuck babe I'm sorry I forgot we were keeping it a secret" I cover my face and groan, "fuck I'm sorry"

Cheeky bastard decides to finally speak, grabbing my hands out of my face and pulls me to stand in front of him. Fuck you Marcus Lopez Arguello, now I'm going to blush because of you. I melt when he cups my face into his hands and chuckles shifting his mouth into a smirk. "It's okay Love, it was bound to be known someday, it's not your fault" He ruffles my hair and if it weren't cause I'm in my acting era I would have already glared at him for daring to mess with my hairstyle. "I'll get-" Maria doesn't even finish her words before she darts out towards the main building, and I can't help but wonder if she felt bad for flirting with someone taken (which has never stopped her before) or if she was already telling everyone in school (which if I'm honest, it's what I think was happening) I giggle once she's out of sight turning back to face Marcus.

"Don't look at me like that" I allow myself to glare him this time, if I ignore my hear begging to kiss him I can act mad at him right? "Like what?" "With a big smile, it makes you look too cute, not fair, making me want to kiss you and everything. Also how dare you!" I exclaim, I migh not be an actress, but I am dramatic, I try to make my hair look good again, "I come in here, looking cute as fuck, my hair giving everything it needs to give, and you go and ruffle it that's not fair like-" This motherfucker kisses me.

I mean who am I to reject a kiss from him? Specially when he still tastes like today's desert we had for lunch, now I want icecream again. I love when he kisses me, but I hate how he knews how much it affects me. I surrender to him, not being able to pull away, not wanting to pull away. He quiets down my brain, so much it's concerning, each time after my brain powers on post-Marcus effect, I consider calling my psychiatrist to test him, this can't be human, he can't be real, am I going crazy or does he share the same effects my pills do. Don't tell this to my psychiatrist, but his effect works even better, it might not help me concentrate but I love the quiet silence that fills my brain. He pulls away, and I add it to another reason as to why I hate Marcus; He's so perfect, and I'm so desperate for him.

"You're hot when you're jealous" It takes me a couple seconds to react to his words, I was being for real, post-Marcus effect lingers for a bit before I regain control of myself. "I wouldn't call it jealousy" He rolls his eyes smiling, licking the corner of his mouth and I just know it's cause of his ego being filled up, he raises an eyebrow challenging me to explain myself. I start speaking a couple of times trying to defend myself, but pause before a single word can come out. I throw my head back groaning before dropping it on his shoulder, burrying myself in his shirt, relaxing at his sweet smell. "Okay, I was jealous, but I don't think it quite was that" He humms and I giggle when I feel his neck vibrate to produce the sound, "my head was turn between wanting to run away and cry, and the other part was begging me, screaming at me to just punch her away from you" I raise my head just as he rubs my waist up and down, shivering when it got a bit too low, curse the tickles. He looks into my eyes, but doesn't force mines to be on his, he knows I'm listening. "Love, you know how much I love you, right?" His voice is so soft it could put a baby to sleep, I adore it.

"You're amazing, you're sweet," he kisses my forhead, "you're funny" he kisses the tip of my nose, "you're a pure soul trapped in a hellhole" I chuckle even with my eyes slightly watering, he keeps going, "you're so loving, you're so lovable, you're so much that fuck if it wasn't cause I really, really, want to say something else, I could be here all day. You're enough" he kisses my lips, I taste my tears. "how did you know?" I plead him, he ruffles my hair. "that you were feeling insecure? Cause I'm the best boyfriend ever" I can't argue with that, I think to myself as he kisses me again after a soft laugh.

He grabs my hands, a tight embrace resembling those of sweet love stories. "I love you," he whisps melting inside my eyes. "I love you," I reply whising to whoever was listening for this moment to never end.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH HOW DARE YOU NOT TELL ME-?!" Billy shouts.

[wednesday-fanatic]

Your Late. (Marcus Lopez Arguello X Fem!Kuroki!OC) Deadly Class.

Note: I have never written from the man's point of view. And the song is just random, it has no significance to the story. Also the OC cannot get drunk, no matter how much she drinks. Saya is definitely out of character

Warnings: Swearing, making out, mentions of alcohol, hair pulling, and mentions of smoking. Suggestive content. Let me know if I missed anything.

Marcus' P.O.V:

I was walking back to the room I shared with Saya's sister Athena. I had just finished talking and smoking with Billy when I realized I was late for meeting up with Athena. By the time I reached our room it was already 10pm and I was supposed to meet her an hour ago. I unlocked the door and walked in, shutting the door behind me. I locked the door back and placed my bag on my desk chair.

"Hey babe." I said walking over to Athena's bed, seeing her sitting up against the headboard reading a book on poison, I also noticed she was still in her uniform.

"Your late." She said simply, not looking up from her book.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I was smoking with Billy at the graveyard and lost track of time." I said, it was then I noticed the two empty bottles of whiskey beside Athena.

"Ok. I forgive you but, you have to make up for being late." She said, putting her book down.

"What?" I asked confused.

"You have to make up for being late." She said, getting up off the bed so she was standing infront of me.

"What do I have to do to make it up to you?" I asked.

"You have to-" She started, but was cutoff by a knock at the door.

"Go the fuck away!!" Athena yelled, startling me.

"No!!" Shouted Saya's voice from outside the door.

"Fine. Come in." Said Athena.

Saya walked in and went straight to Athena's bed.

"What are these?" She asked, holding up the two bottles of whiskey Athena had drank.

"Empty whiskey bottles?" Asked Athena.

"I know that, but did you drink two whole bottles of whiskey by yourself?" Asked Saya.

"Yeah. Remember I can't get drunk." Said Athena, sitting down next to Saya.

"Yeah, I remember." Said Saya.

"Why did you come in here?" Asked Athena.

"Just to irritate you." Saya said simply.

"Well I'm irritated. Leave." Said Athena, grabbing Saya's arm and pushing her out the door.

Athena shut the door behind Saya and locked it. As she turned around to look me in the eyes she said, "Now what was I saying?"

"Ah yes, I was about to tell you what you had to do to make up for being late." Athena said, clapping her hands together.

"What do I have to do?" I asked her.

"Sit." She ordered, pointing to the bed.

"Ok." I said and sat on the edge.

"So, to make it up to me, you have to do everything I say for the next 3 hours." She said, sitting herself on my lap.

"Ok." I said.

"Ok." She said, repeating what I said.

"What do I ha-" I started to say but was cutoff by Athena kissing me.

I kissed back and I wrapped my arms around her waist, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, lacing her fingers in my hair. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth, I let her explore my mouth with her tongue before I pulled away for air, a string of saliva connecting our mouths.

As soon as I pulled away Athena followed my mouth and put her lips back on mine. We kissed for what felt like forever but was probably 3 minutes. She pulled away and we where both breathing heavily. Athena leaned forward and slide off my uniform jacket,after that was off She undone my tie throwing it somewhere, and the last thing she done was unbutton and pull of my shirt. As soon as she was done I started on her uniform, doing the same to her that she did to me.

After both of our tops where off she leaned forward wearing only a black lace bra and started sucking on my neck. She soon found my sweet spot and sucked on it harshly, causing me to let out a moan. She pushed me back on the bed and started kissing me again.

A/n: Let me know if you want a part two with smut. Or more fluff-ish stuff, or even angst. Or just suggestive. Hope you enjoyed.

[mattheo-riddle-fan]

[winchester-books]

Not Your Fault

Based On: Deadly Class

Characters: Marcus x Reader

Word Count: 1000

Warnings: Violence, Death

Summary: You and Marcus run into some trouble and you make a mistake you can never take back.

A/N: i don’t think i’ve ever loved a character as much as i love marcus lopez (besides sam winchester of course)

requests are open for marcus lopez

You and Marcus both knew that by joining King’s Dominion, your lives would be anything but normal. That being said, if anyone would’ve told you that you and Marcus would be sprinting through the dark alleyways of San Francisco for your lives at 2 a.m on a Tuesday morning, you would’ve called them insane. But there wasn’t time to think about the crazy situation you were in, your main priority at the moment was survival.

You and Marcus were practically in sync, flying past the familiar run-down tents and sleeping bags the two of you had once called home. Behind you, screaming and yelling, was Rory. To say your plan had gone wrong would have been an understatement. Rory was a cold-blooded killer and you and Marcus were given the task of killing someone who deserved it, so naturally, Rory had seemed like the perfect choice. But, he had seen the two of you, leading to him chasing you through the city.

Marcus stumbled a little, slowing down, to stop himself from face planting.

“Come’re boy!” Rory yelled, getting closer and closer to Marcus.

“Marcus, come on!” You panted, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along. You turned left, skidding to a stop as you saw the large fence blocking your exit, “No, no, no,” you whispered anxiously, glancing behind you for another way out, but it was too late. Rory was too close to go back the way you had come and there was no where else to go. You ran over to the fence, trying to grab ahold of it and climb it, but it was useless. You were screwed.

“Uhhh, Marcus?” You said nervously, watching Rory slowly approach, laughing coldly as he spun a knife in his hand, “Any ideas?”

“I dunno,” he said frantically with wide eyes, “I’ve never really done this before!”

“Yeah,” you muttered, “Me neither, but we better figure something out quick,”

Rory was only a few feet away now, the smell alcohol radiating off of him, “I remember you two,” he announced, taking a few steps closer, “You were always a pain in my ass,” he growled.

Your eyes scanned the ground, looking for anything to protect yourself with. “What do you want?” Marcus spoke up, putting an arm out in front of you protectively.

“What do I want?” Rory twirled the knife in his hand once more, “You two are the ones that came here look’n for trouble,” He grumbled, pointing the knife at Marcus.

“Alright...” Marcus coaxed, pitting his hands in the air, “We’ll leave,” You gave him a confused look, it was out of character for Marcus to run away from a fight. He took a few more steps forward, only inches away from Rory.

“You’re not getting of that easy-” Rory was interrupted by Marcus’s fist crashing into his jaw. Rory groaned in pain, stumbling back. Marcus grabbed your hand, pulling you behind him as he took off running. But Rory recovered quickly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you out of Marcus’s grip. Rory shoved you down to the ground, your head smacking the hard pavement.

You winced, putting a hand to your head as you tried to blink the black spots out of your vision. You watched through your blurry vision as Rory lunged at Marcus, grabbing him by the collar. “Marcus,” you groaned, looking for anything around that you could use to fight back. Your eyes finally landed on a rusty pipe sitting by a few piles of trash. You crawled over to it, your head throbbing with every move you made. Finally, you managed to grab it. You used it as a crutch to help yourself to your feet, turning your attention back to Rory and Marcus. Rory has Marcus pinned against a wall, knife pressed to his throat.

You limped towards Rory and raised the pipe above your head, Marcus’s eyes went wide. Everything happened so quickly. Before you could think about what you were doing, you sent the metal crashing down onto Marcus’s attacker’s head. Something splattered across your face and there was a sickening crack, then Rory dropped to the ground. The second it happened you knew. Something deep down told you that he was dead.

You froze, staring in shock at what you had done.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?” You could hear Marcus calling your name, his hands running across your skin trying to make sure you weren’t hurt, but he sounded far away. Your surroundings melted away, leaving you and your thoughts alone with the sickening scene in front of you.

You let the pipe clatter to the floor and dropped to your knees, “I... I-” you stammered your stare locking onto your blood-splattered hands, “I killed him,”

Marcus crouched down beside you, “Y/N, it’s okay,” Marcus tried to get you to focus on him, telling you over and over that it wasn’t your fault- but it was. You hit him, how could it not be your fault?

“I killed him,” you repeated again, “Marcus, he’s dead... because of me,”

“It’s not your fault-”

A sudden wave of nausea came over you, “I’m gonna be sick,” Less then a second later you were bent over, spewing all of your stomach’s contents across the cold black pavement. Marcus was quick you pull your hair back and wrap an arm around your shoulder, keeping you close until your stomach was out of things to throw up.

You took a shaky breath, tears rolling down your cheeks, “I killed him Marcus... I killed him... I’m a murderer,”

Marcus gently grabbed your chin, making you look at him, “You’re not a murderer, Y/N. You saved my life, it was defense,” he said calmly, “And it’s not like he didn’t have it coming,” he added.

You didn’t respond, turning your head and looking at the horrific scene you had made.

Marcus stood up, pulling you up as well, “Don’t do that to yourself,” He tried to distract you from the horrible sight, “Come on, Y/N, let’s go back,”

He slowly dragged you away, you couldn’t shift your gaze from the Rory’s body, “We... we have to get rid of him-”

“I’ll do it later,” Marcus reassured, pulling you closer to him, “Let’s just get you home,”

You nodded numbly, letting Marcus lead you back to the academy. What had you done?

[mattheo-riddle-fan]