#Marcus Lopez deadly class

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they told me love is patient ᥫ᭡ l. marcus

from the moment you met, something told you Marcus was going to be different–but he’s a Rat, and you don't associate with Rats...right?

who: marcus lopez x prep!reader genre: angst/fluff (comfort) wc: 5,2k content warning: : mentions of parental issues/parental cheating/feeling alone/unsure of how to express emotions/... a/n: sorry for the longest wait in history, please enjoy !!

Your boots scuffed the floors of the hall, they were clean, but they were likely to be dirtied within a few hours. A yawn escaped you as you found your locker, and not even five seconds later came some Rat hollering down the hall. It was too early for that, you cursed under your breath and checked your cellphone, your mother hadn’t replied and there was a string of messages from your father that you didn’t want to answer.

The likely reason was that she had caught him cheating again. But really, who cared? She was probably going through one of her expressive episodes again. Your father had submitted her to an institution a few months back, using the excuse that she was in France visiting her family.

“Stupid politics,” you scoffed under your breath, though, of course someone heard it. A Soto Vato no less.

“What’s wrong? Mommy and Daddy fighting again?”

“Piss off, dog,” you narrowed your eyes and shook your head at him.

A laugh sounded around the group of boys, you couldn’t care less about what some gangbangers thought of you and your family. The only people that mattered–that should have mattered–were you and your parents.

Though, things didn’t always work out that way, did they? There was always someone your father was trying to impress, always someone you had to keep up an image for. What bullshit. 

The group left you in the hall, more students began to pile around and soon chatter picked up. It was February but the sun peeked out through the windows. You smiled into it, loving the warmth you felt on your face–the comfort it gave you, even if it was just for a second.

You gasped, trying to keep your balance, “Hey watch it!” One of the guys affiliated with your legacy shouted, pushing the kid off you.

“Hey,” the kid held his hands up, “it was an accident,” he turned to you, holding a hand to his chest, “I’m sorry.”

You nodded, collecting yourself, “it’s fine.” You didn’t recognize the kid, his black hair curled in whisps at the top. He was cute, he looked Mexican, so maybe he was a Soto Vato? Though the thought that he could also be a new Prep crossed your mind, you were sure word would have spread if you were getting a new member, so that couldn’t be it. “What affiliation are you?”

“Don’t bother,” the guy beside you said, he wasn’t your friend, but to be fair you only stuck to a few people. You preferred being alone most days and you weren’t that socially active. You were typically the last to know about things, in your family, at school–it seemed like you were doomed to be at the bottom of the pyramid forever. “He’s a Rat.”

A Rat. This kid was a Rat? Funny, he didn’t look like the sort, you didn’t know why or what it was, but there was something odd about him. At least that’s what you would normally say if this were a normal high school, but it wasn’t–so perhaps this kid–this boy–would fit right in.

You smiled; a sharp, dangerous thing, and sighed, “I see,” the boy’s eyes twinkled, though he wasn’t smiling. You wondered about his name, you wondered how old he was, and about his birthday. What was his story?

“Come on,” you weren’t friends with this guy, but you followed him anyway.

“See you around, Rat.” You meant it, you hoped to see him around, but of course, you couldn’t just say something like that.

The way he tilted his head, confused, calculating, and partly amused, led you to believe he didn't quite believe your act either. You felt a pull as soon as you were two steps away. You wanted to turn back around and continue talking to him.

It was days like these that had you hating life. Because with people like him, you were reminded that you did not get everything you wanted, regardless of what outsiders saw.

There was a party tonight, thrown by Shabnam, one of the guys in your legacy. You didn’t talk much with him, he annoyed you, really, but you had never outright said anything. When you’d heard he was throwing a party, it was the first time you’d had to take a step back and really reanalyze a person.

You were going, but not because you wanted to get drunk and forget about the world like most of the other students. No, you were going because you were hoping to see him. 

Sure, you saw him at school almost every day–he was in your AP–but almost every day you were a bitch to him when he tried to talk to you. You had no choice, you were always surrounded. 

You wanted to tell him you didn’t mean any of the horrible things you said, and you had said some pretty horrid things. It tore you up inside to humiliate him like that, but what would your parents say? What would your legacy say? They’d turn you out and you’d have to spend the rest of your three years as an outsider–that was worse than being a Rat.

You shuddered at the thought. You hated your situation, but it was yours and regardless of how much you complained about it, you knew how privileged you were, maybe in fewer areas than more, but still. Over the three weeks Marcus–that was his name, you now knew–had been attending Kings Dominion, you had been able to obtain some information about him through the grapevine.

Mostly about where he came from. He was an orphan, though you didn’t know how his parents died, he had yet to share that part. He had been living on the street before coming to school, and he was on the run from the cops because–as you had come to learn his reputation–he set fire to the orphanage he’d been living in. A boy’s home. Just the thought sent a shiver up your spine, it didn’t sound like a fun place.

Music blasted through speakers you couldn’t see. The Dixie Mob had taken over the kitchen table, you rolled your eyes at some of the things spouting from Brandy’s mouth–they were too old-fashioned for you. They needed to wake up, they were in the 20th century and the 21st was right around the corner. But apparently, that was the price of going to school with the future of every live syndicate in existence.

You huffed, noticing a few familiar faces, you blinked when Shabnab ran past you, Lex, a Rat, chasing him with a giant, pink dildo. You had to hold in a snort, what the actual fuck was wrong with the people at this school?

You noted one of your friends near the counter holding bear bottles and plastic, red cups. You didn’t associate with Rats, but Petra–you thought–was alright. You didn’t claim to be friends outright, it would mean social suicide for you and make her “uncool” to her friends. 

Petra didn’t have any female friends, if she did, you would be the only one. But Petra didn’t really think she had any friends. She had the group she associated with, and Billy wasn’t an ass most of the time, but she didn’t consider any of them friends. Still, she smiled slightly when she noted your presence, “did you see–”

“–yeah, it was huge,” you nodded, dragging out the last word as you leaned your back against the counter.

“Hit?” Petra blew smoke from the weed she had in her hand. You waved your hand, declining the offer.

“Any wine?’

Petra laughed, nodding back toward the cabinet, “Just for you.”

“I love you,” you walked around her, spotting the exact bottle she was talking about. A whistle came from between your teeth while you began pouring some into the cup Petra held out for you.

“I know,” she sighed. You didn’t like to get wasted at these kinds of parties. You didn’t like to get wasted period, it was unclassy and well, just stupid. If no one from your legacy was watching you, you might as well be dead, it was as good as being a Rat. It was dangerous.

“So, that new kid, Marcus,” Petra hummed, taking a sip out of a different cup, “what do you know about him?”

She shrugged, “he’s a loser–they all are,” you knew she was talking about the guys at your school, but probably the girls too. You didn’t understand Petra and you didn’t really want to, but she was the realest person you’d ever meet at Kings Dominion.

“Yeah, I know,” you sipped your wine, “but, I mean–what’s his deal? His parents died, he’s an orphan–what else?”

“What else is there?” Petra scoffed.

“I don’t know,” you spoke into your cup, trying to keep your voice from wavering, “there has to be something.”

Petra paused, you heard it when she opened her mouth to respond with one of the usual “Who gives a shit?” replies, but she didn’t. She glanced at you, taking in your attire, your hair, your makeup. You noted the slight raise of her brows and the decision to not ask any questions cross her mind, “do you really care?”

You didn’t know how to respond, here was someone you had never lied to. Someone who was always real with you, someone you would stand up for if the time called for it, albeit subtly, but still–it was Petra.

You bit the inner corner of your cheek, ready to admit defeat when she shook her head, “it wouldn’t matter if you did,” she took another puff of her cigarette.

“Why not?” You raised a brow, your frown deepening.

“He’s into that chick from the Soto Vato’s, Maria.”

“Maria?” You scoffed, “the one from AP?”

“The one and only,” Petra rolled her eyes.

“But that’s Chico’s–”

“How do you think he got that scar on his nose?” Petra’s eyebrows finally scrunched together completely and she shifted to fully look at you, “real talk, have you been living under a rock?”

“Possibly?” You tried for amusement, the truth was, your mother and father had called you back home for a few days. They’d wanted to talk to you–oh and talk they did. They were splitting up. Of course, they weren’t getting a divorce, that would just “...be too messy and with the upcoming elections…” you rolled your eyes at the mere memory. They couldn’t change it. It was inevitable. You knew it was, but still, it broke something in you. You’ve been silently screaming for weeks and ironically, you’d been the quietest you had ever been since learning the news. 

Yeah, they fought all the time and it had already felt like they would never be as happy together as they once had been, but you would’ve never expected them to say it out loud. You forced the tears away, blinking a couple of times as the conversation with your parents rushed to the forefront of your mind again.

You blinked, your attention being drawn to the seen beside you. “What the hell?” Petra muttered. “That’s–”

“What the hell is he doing?” You left Petra at the counter, approaching the kitchen table right as Marcus threw whatever was in his cup at Brandy. Thankfully, you weren’t caught in the crossfire.

“–shithead–”

“Alright, Brandy, give it a rest,” you tugged at her arm, but she yanked it out of your grasp.

“Eugh, get off of me!” Her makeup was incredibly ruined, you felt bad for her–what the hell even happened? 

Where’s Marcus? Your thoughts were overcome by the need to find him. 

There. Your eyes met his, Saya–the leader of the Kuroki Syndicate was pulling him back, it pissed you off slightly, did they know each other? If so, how? You weren’t close to anyone outside of your legacy and you were barely close to any of them. Petra was about the closest you got to any sort of kinship–and even then, it wasn’t okay for you to outright be friends.

Petra was a Rat, so she and Marcus ran in the same crowd, she should have warned him about shit like this, why was he going and causing a scene. First the Soto Vato’s and now the fucking Dixie Mob? Did he have a death wish? He was a character, you’d give him that, but maybe he should pick his battles better.

You stormed forward, angry at everything and everyone, you didn’t know which had you gritting your teeth at the moment though. 

Maybe it was your parents, maybe it was the fact that you liked Marcus and you weren’t supposed to, maybe it was the way you knew a relationship with him wasn’t possible and if you did pursue one, it would be doomed from the start. Or maybe, it was the way Saya was grabbing him–regardless, you were pissed.

“Come with me,” you snatched up one of his wrists and he let you pull him away from the forming crowd, “are you an idiot?” You were spouting, doing your best to ignore the looks being thrown your way, you needed to find an empty room and cool off–he needed to cool off. 

You felt like you were going to burst into emotions you didn’t know how to describe–and there were so many conflicting, you didn’t know which was stronger.

You found a locked room, “dammit,” you huffed, you began walking away, continuing your pursuit, but Marcus grabbed your arm and held you back.

“Wait a minute,” he snatched a clip from your hair and messed with the door for a few seconds. As he crouched down in those few moments, you paused, reanalyzing the situation. 

What were you doing? Why were you here–with him of all people? This was stupid, weren’t you just the one saying Marcus needed to pick and choose his battles better? How would this look? “Opened,” he glanced up at you, looking like a proud puppy.

You rolled your eyes and pushed past him, “Don’t expect a compliment.”

“I wasn’t,” though you couldn’t see his hands, you knew he had them up.

“What is this?”

“Oh–gross is this–Shabnam’s parent’s room?”

“Looks like it,” your nose scrunched as you picked up a picture frame and held it closer to your face.

“Thank God I don’t have any of those,” Marcus whispered over your shoulder making a face at the photo.

You snorted and spun around, shoving it into his eyes, “you don’t have any naked baby photos?”

“Auwgh–get that thing away,” he made another face and smacked the photo.

You snorted and set the framed picture back down, “look they have a balcony,” you made your way toward the ceiling glass door, “Shabnab’s parents have money.” You whistled.

“What, like your parents couldn’t afford this?”

“They could,” you assured, “but they wouldn’t be so stupid,” who would waste money on such a tragic design? You shook your head, stepping out onto the small terrace. The city lights were so…evident–to say the least, it was beautiful “This view is amazing.”

“Good job Shabnam’s parents,” his tone was airy and awestruck.

“This–I would pay for this.”

“Oh-ho yeah.” Marcus’ snort led to you laughing uncontrollably.

“Gosh,” you sighed leaning against the railing, “you’re an idiot, you know that?”

“Yeah, I think you’ve said something similar before.”

You frowned, “shut up, I’m being serious for a change.”

He gave in and mimicked your actions, “I know, I know–it seems like all I ever do is,” he shook his head, “fuck shit up.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “you do keep fucking shit up.” He threw you a glare and you held up your hands, “Sorry, I thought we were being honest.”

“Yeah, well,” he turned toward you, using one arm to prop up his head, “if we are being honest, I don’t think you really hate me.”

“I never said I hate you,” you replied, your tone clipped.

He smiled, snickering a bit, “Yeah, you don’t have to, it’d written all over your actions.”

“Then what makes you think I’m not serious?”

Marcus sighed and shrugged, now leaning his back against the railing, “Sometimes it feels like everyone here at this Godforsaken school hates me,” he shook his head.

“Everyone? What about Billy?”

He huffed and pressed his lips together, “Nah, I’m not talking about him–I mean people like,” he glanced at you, “people like you.” You nodded, trying to take no offense to his insinuation. “But then you go and do something like this,” he waved his hands.

“I wasn’t protecting you,” you frowned, averting your gaze. It was a lie. That was exactly what you were doing. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah, and those eyes,” he held up a finger, stepping toward you, “there’s something about your eyes.”

You scoffed, “Something about my eyes? Yeah, okay–”

“–I’m serious,” he cocked his head to the side, “I don’t know what it is, you just look so…sad…I mean everyone at this school looks like that even if they don’t know it, but you…” he stared over the railing and clicked his tongue, “I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Don’t worry,” you huffed, “I’ll make it easy for you: you don’t have to.”

“No, but I,” he bit his lip, “sure, whatever.”

A trembled laugh fell from your lips and you sighed, a smile attaching itself to your lips despite your harsh words, “...You’re an idiot, Arguello.”

“I know,” Marcus murmured, an uncontrollable grin forcing its way onto his mouth…. “Why do you do that, though?”

“Do what?”

He hesitated only a second before launching into his question, “why do you act like a bitch at school and then do,” he motioned between you two, “this in private.”

You frowned, not really wanting to talk about it, “it’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t seem complicated to me.”

“I know–” you looked away, unable to keep his gaze, “and I’m sorry.”

Marcus sighed, he wanted to keep going, but he could tell you were out of it already. He wanted to make you smile–for whatever reason, and clearly, he was doing the opposite. “Never mind, it’s not that important.”

Though it was…kind of…to him.

You found your eyes rolling out of their sockets when —, a girl a year older than you in your legacy, stopped you in the halls, “What’s up?”

She resigned a small shake of her head and looked down, a frown spreading her lips thinner than they naturally were,  “I just wanted to talk to you about something I’ve heard.”

You sighed, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, “What is it you’ve heard, then?”

She bit her lip and kept pace with you as you began to walk toward your next class. You had AP next, and you were anticipating seeing Marcus, you hadn’t seen him over the weekend. Cops had shown up and crashed Shabnam’s house party. Without thinking, you’d snatched Marcus’ hand and led him down an alley–a shortcut back to school.

You were laughing the whole way, it felt like a movie scene–one where the girl and the guy finally made up or became friends–if they hadn’t been already. You wanted to hurl afterward–though it was all worth it; the thrill in his eyes–it gave you something. Something you hadn’t known you were looking for.

“What’s that smile for?” — asked, your lips reformed a straight line as you huffed a sigh, “You don’t normally smile, I mean, I’ve never really seen you smile like that. You never eat in the cafeteria with everyone else. I’ve told the others in your grade to make you come, haven’t they told you?” You shook your head, stopping outside your classroom door. — glanced at it and recognition washed over her, “You’re in AP?”

“Yep,” you gave a tight-lipped nod.

She bit her lip, her smile fading as she pulled you to the side, allowing the others in AP to pass you without consolation. The AP classes were separated from the others, just another hierarchy within this abnormal education system. “Okay, listen,” she lowered her voice, though there was barely anyone lingering in the halls, “I know you didn’t choose this life–trust me none of us did–but we still have to live it, okay?”

You nodded, unsure of where she was going with this.

“All I’m saying–” she cut herself off as Marcus approached you–seemingly coming out of nowhere.

“Hey,” he waved at you, glancing at — for a brief second.

You smiled–trying to keep the memories of Friday night at bay, “Hi.”

He spared another glance at — before saying, “See you inside,” and heading into the classroom.

It was quiet for a moment, but then — ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair, a red headband holding her curls back, “Look, I care about you, you’re my legacy sister and as your upperclassman, I’m just trying to look out for you.” She jabbed a finger at where Marcus had stood, “He will not do you any good–if only you heard what everyone has been saying. We were born into this life–that kid,” she shook her head, eyes almost popping out of her head, “he earned his way into this place. He chose to be here.”

Your eyes narrowed. You’d heard the stories about Marcus, and you knew his reputation–but still, you hated the way she was talking about him You couldn’t help but look down on her for it. Marcus hadn’t spoken about his past in that boy's home and you hadn’t asked. You weren’t really friends to begin with. You couldn’t be friends with a Rat, you knew that, but sill you bit out, “None of us chose this.”

She gave you a pitying glimpse before stepping back, “You might think that now–but it won’t be forever. What would your parents say?”

Her words were like a slap across the face and as she spun around, her flats clicking on the black-tiled floor as she walked away–you couldn’t help but think, what would Father say?

“Choose partners.” Your first thought was Petra. But Billy stole her, apologizing to Marcus in that tone that suggested he wasn’t at all sorry. You didn’t mean to watch the scene, but you did, and somehow got distracted.

Brandy snickered as you walked past her desk, you couldn't care less about what she thought of you–it was your parents that had your panties in a twist. If Brandy–or anyone in her circle found out–there was no telling how fast they’d get wind of the information–or worse, she’d hold it over your head and make you her slave.

You shuddered at the thought.

“—?” You blinked, turning toward the voice. Marcus chuckled, “Are you gonna sit?” The sound of your name on his lips somehow made the rest of the classroom vanish. You nodded and took your seat, smoothing out your gray pleated skirt before scooting your chair closer to the desk.

As Master Lin began explaining the rules of the project, Marcus leaned over and whispered, “Ignore them.”

You kept your head straight, but your eyes darted down and toward him, “what if I can’t?”

He paused, his eyes illumining slightly–he licked his lips, the action capturing your vision. You felt dizzy and you had to focus back on Master Lin in the front of the class before you said something you shouldn’t.

You heard him scoff, but it sounded like he was trying to hide a laugh. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you playful smacked his thigh under the desk you were sharing. He watched you from the side, propping up a hand to cover the smile that wouldn’t disappear.

He felt lighter–and though he couldn’t possibly know, the girl beside him was falling faster and faster in love with him. 

A gasp escaped your throat as the ringing on your phone echoed throughout the empty hallway. You pulled it from your bag and huffed, debating whether or not you would answer it. It was your father, again. He’d called yesterday and the day before too–always at the same time.

You should have expected it by now, but of course, you didn’t. You clicked the answer button–had you waited any longer, you would have talked yourself out of it.

“Hello, Father.”

“Ah, ���,” he sounded as if he was greeting an old friend. “How are you?” You recoiled at the croaky tone his voice took on.

“Fine,” a sigh escaped your mouth and floated through the speakers. You wondered what shocking secret he was going to reveal this time.

“Why do you sound like that? Are you not liking school? You want to come home for a few days?”

Actually, that is the last thing I’d like to do, thank you. You gritted your teeth, and forced out a, “No, I’m alright–just this new project for AP.”

“Oh, I see, well,” he shifted in his seat, you could hear better now that you had the phone up to your ear rather than on speaker. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.”

“I thought we already had this conversation,” it took everything in you not to slam your locker shut.

“Eh… we did, but uhm, there’s…something else.”

What? What could possibly be worse than the hell you were living at the moment? The life you were being forced to live–it was crushing your heart every second you kept up the act.

“Sweetheart?”

“What is it?” You let out a shuddering breath, “just tell me.”

Just get it out. You felt the tears beginning to pool in your eyes. You had AP right now, but it had been canceled at the last second–something with Saya and her family, or whatever. Maybe you could make it to your room without being seen? You started walking, attempting to hold the tears at bay until you got to your dorm. “There’s someone I want you to meet. Now, your mother might be against this–but…you’re going to be a sister.”

You hung up. The tears were falling, you were trying to use the wall to hold yourself up, but it wasn’t helping. He’d gotten that whore pregnant? He really–you were swiping at the tears now and your wails could not doubt be heard throughout the hall. Students began turning around different corners to see what the commotion was.

Your face burned. You wanted to scream, your chest raged with the need. Marcus was looking for you, he wondered if you were going to study in the library like you usually did when class got canceled. 

His heart fell to his feet when he heard you screaming, he shouldered past a few kids, nosily sticking their heads around a corner. None of them actually cared. No one seemed to care in this school, not even the teachers. But you–you were…something else. He saw it in the way you looked out the windows when you thought no one was paying attention to you, you longed for something more–something better.

Your phone was on the floor, he snatched it up. You couldn’t have gone far, he threw open every classroom door until he found one that was empty. He listened, and there it was. Subtle, but there. 

The darkness you found yourself in hugged you from every side. You didn’t know what you wanted but you knew you didn’t want to think. You didn’t think you wanted to die, but you felt very close to it. You wanted to strangle him and that woman. Could you even call her that? She was a mistress–a homewrecker–a harlot!

How could he call that thing she was carrying in her stomach your sibling? It was a bastard. The closet door opened abruptly, the lighting was dim, but you could no longer say you couldn’t see your feet.

You had your knees pulled up to your chest, your skirt rode up your thighs, but Marcus didn’t notice as he scooped you into his arms. You were sobbing uncontrollably. He didn't know what to do, he didn’t know how to comfort someone, he had never been comforted himself, but somehow, he managed to calm you down, whispering any and everything that came to mind.

He kissed your hair and your forehead a multitude of times, he rubbed your back and his arms tightened slightly every few seconds. You weren’t sure how to react, no one had ever comforted you, not like this. Your nanny had her own children to worry about, though she took you baths and got you ready for the day in your childhood, all of her emotional attention was given to her own.

You didn’t think there was a single emotional bone in either of your parent's bodies. Sometimes you wondered how they ever could have loved each other. That thought had occurred more than once in the past few weeks.

You didn’t know how to say how you felt, but with Marcus, you didn’t think you had to. “Take me,” you murmured into his neck.

“What?” He pulled back slightly.

You nuzzled into him further, refusing to look him in the eyes. How could you? Everyone in your legacy was telling you that you were making a mistake and Petra had said Marcus had a thing for Maria–hell he’d gotten into a fight over her. But you know what? At some point you just had to say fuck it, though, your rendition sounded more like, “Take me far away.”

Marcus paused, considering your words carefully, and a few moments later a smile braved his lips, “Come with me.”

Your laughter mixed with his as you ran through the streets of the city. A car honked at you as you crossed the street without looking. You turned to each other–high off the cold night air–and screamed like you were going to die tomorrow. 

You had stopped at a food booth and ate without paying, and you’d run from the food vendor–the old woman shaking a stick at you–Marcus took your hand in his, pulling you around every corner. The city lights soon grew distant, red, yellow, and green hidden behind tall, oversized buildings that were shadowed in gray and black. The weight on your shoulders fell over the edge of the world and for just a few seconds, you were okay.

“Why are we doing this?” You flipped onto your side, finding Marcus already watching you.

He moved one arm behind his head and looked toward the sky, “because we can.”

“We’re in the middle of the street,” you laughed out, planting your hands on your stomach as you turned to watch the stars with him.

“Yeah, but who cares.” He hummed, reaching for your hand again.

Your cheeks flamed and your eyes burned, you squeezed his palm and he squeezed back. You heard it at the same time, a pickup truck was heading your way, but neither of you moved. You looked toward him, but your head stayed planted on the road, he looked downward, a calming smile stretched across his face.

The truck came, honking–eventually, it swerved to the side, nearly missing Marcus’ head. You knew, then, that you had gotten too close to him. Your heart wouldn’t have dipped and you wouldn’t have tugged him toward you in the last second if you hadn’t.

Fuck. Your face fell, wondering if this is what your mother felt when she first met your father. But we will be different. You thought with assurance–and suddenly, as you gazed into his eyes, the words I love you didn’t seem like enough anymore.

Marcus couldn’t help but question you as he fought the urge to kiss you. What the hell is that look in your eyes? 

a/n: thank you for reading and please let me know what you think !!

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°•*⁀➷ 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑝 𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑚𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ // my 1k celebration

╰┈➤ mattheo riddle

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♡ the definition of “i can fix him”

♡ you two were paired up against your will for a potions project, and he acted all annoyed and nonchalant at first

♡ but after spending time with you outside of classes, he understood you weren’t like anyone else he’d ever met

♡ you always validated his feelings, never said anything bad about him or his reputation. you just treated him like a normal person

♡ and he enjoyed it. he enjoyed the way you’d tease him about messing up the potion, or how you’d actually listen to his silly suggestions of adding random ingredients in it

♡ and within a couple of months, mattheo riddle was down bad for you

♡ so, when winter came around, he found himself taking part in all sorts of activities he never thought he’d do

♡ ice skating ? building snowmen ? watching those hallmark movies you love so much ? you name it, he’ll follow you. after all, he wouldn’t wanna lose the best thing he’s ever had

♡ on your newly established weekly dates in hogsmeade, he’d make fun of you for ordering matcha instead of hot chocolate “seriously, love ? it tastes like grass !”

♡ and even though he always makes fun of you and your completely random interests, he always listens and remembers about them

♡ which is why, on christmas day, you’d wake up to find a basket filled with everything you’ve ever mentioned to him

♡ a trinket of that cute animal you told him was your favorite, the new book of a series you read, all sorts of beauty products that were your favourite scent, that piece of jewellery you had eyed the previous week at the store

♡ you ask, he delivers.

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a/n : sorry for not making this too personalised, but i got wayyy too much requests and there’s no way i could think of 40+ scenarios… i did try to make it accurate to what i got, so i hope you’ll like it !

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Do It For Me

Pairing: Marcus Lopez Arguello x Fem!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Summary: After pissing off Brandy and finally getting what was coming for you. Looking for a quick way out, your eyes luckily land on the new kid. Thinking on your feet, you swoop I'm in for a little kiss to try and ward off the wolves that were on your trail.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Fake Dating'

*Gif does not belong to me

Your slightly heeled boots clicked through the hallway quickly, walking at a steady pace so as to not let on to how much worry was flooding through your body. You hadn't meant to piss off Brandy, scratch that, you hadn't meant to piss off Brandy enough that she'd get her whole cheerleading squad to go after you.

That's why you were hurridly walking down the school corridor, not even bothering to look over your shoulder as you could hear their pig-squeal-laughs as they followed. As you went you could see heads start to turn when they heard the parade of cheerleaders, their eyes only setting on you after they realised what was happening. The more heads that turned, the more you began to realise just how doomed you might be.

It was only when your eyes landed on some guy you had never seen before. He stood tall as he opened his locker, shoving something into it that vaguely looked like some teddy bear that had poorly been impaled. Your eyes quickly scanned over him, trying to put together the puzzle pieces as to who he might be.

You have never seen him before in one of your classes, which could just mean he was in the year above but you didn't think so. He seemed too fresh, unaware of what he was getting himself into to be familiar with this place.

That was when you remembered what Billy had been telling you. Some new kid was being recruited into this school. Some child killer. The orphanage killer, or something like that.

You had no idea what this killer was meant to look like. Billy had told you stories but even then he hadn't said anything about the boy's features. How could he? He had never seen him before last night or whenever it was that the green-haired boy slunk off with his skateboard and too much excitement flickering through his bones.

You couldn't help but count this as a win as you realised this was the boy who set that orphanage on fire. Never had you thought you would say those words in your head.

Changing the course of your walk, you head straight for the new kid, placing a heavy hand on the locker next to his head and staring up with a large smile. Eyes were instantly on the two of you. If someone hadn't been staring at one of the two of you before, they definitely were now.

"Look who finally decided to show up after my months of begging." You exclaim, saying the first words that come to mind to make it seem like the two of you had known each other previous to joining the school. His head snapped towards you when the slam of your hand had first sounded, face full of shock which now morphed to confusion at your words. "You could've told me you were coming."

"Do I know you?" The boy said, voice not as loud as yours. It seemed he was trying to keep his words on the down low so as to not embarrass you in case you had made a mistake. How sweet.

"Don't be silly," You laughed, your voice calming but still loud enough for any onlookers to easily hear. Lowly though, your teeth bared in a smile to try and not draw too much attention to your next words though, you say, "Just play along."

He blinked almost owlishly at you in return as if your intentions still weren't setting in. You rolled your eyes, your irises landing on the teddy bear that had in fact been stabbed in his locker, a not stuck to it. You sniffed at that. Seems like you were right.

"Oi, cunt," One of the girls--one that you had never bothered to learn the name of--yelled from not too far away, her and her pack catching up to you.

That was the only kickstart you needed to reach up and grab onto the boy's face, pulling him down so he reached your height and smashing your faces together. Your lips moved quickly, almost in sync as he finally realised what was happening.

Reaching a hand up to place on your hip, the other awkwardly hanging in the air before cupping your cheek, he angled your face up slightly so it would be easier for him to kiss you back.

You could hear the sudden stop of shoes as the group after you stopped a few feet away, watching with wide eyes as you kissed the boy's home killer. Someone whistled, probably some lowlife or one of your friends who were also lowlifes. You didn't care though, not when you heard the muttering or the laughing, not when a horde of footsteps kept walking, acting as if nothing had happened.

It was only when the bell rang did you pulled back, taking a big breath of air in as you looked up at the boy through hooded eyes. Hopefully, you didn't share any classes with him or this was going to be an awkward few hours.

"I'm Marcus," The boy says, blinking at you with a smile on his face as if he couldn't believe what just happened.

You returned his smile, grinning up at him sharply. "Hi Marcus, you just saved my arse." Slowly, you push yourself off the locker you had been leaning against, ready to go about your day as if nothing had happened. Marcus didn't seem to like the sound of that.

"What, no name?" He teased, shutting his locker and trailing after you, not caring if the storage unit was actually locked. "I did just save your arse, according to you."

"Don't you think it's a bit too early for me to give you my name?" You joked, walking down the hall without stopping or waiting for him to catch up.

"Well, you did kiss me," Marcus pointed out, grinning cheekily as he fell into step next to you. "I think that you should count for something."

"I don't kiss and tell," You said simply, leaving him to wonder for a little bit longer.

"Well, if you're not going to tell me your name," He started, pulling out a folded piece of paper from his blazer pocket. Unfolding it, he turned it around and showed it off to you. "Could you at least tell me where my next class is?"

You take one look at the piece of paper and say, "Fuck."

[nottriddlethis]

um

hello

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS YET

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-LADYKILLER-

[halucynator]

LUCY BESTIE I GOT A FIC IDEA THE READER ABSOLUTELY JAW DROPPED SHOCKED LIKE REALLY REALLY SHOCKED WHEN SHE SEES MATTHEO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF AND SHES HIS ABS, ARM VIENS, HANDS- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A TACO-

Red Wine

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: cursing, kissing lmk if there are anymore

Summary: where your best friend, Pansy, "accidentally" spills wine on Mattheo at a Slytherin Party and volunteers you to help him clean up.

Hope this is to your liking 💕

Reader is Slytherin x the divider is by @firefly-graphics xx check them out for more!! This is their post with the dividers x

You entered the Great Hall and walked up to the Slytherin table. The table was filled with chatters about the Slytherin Party happening this very evening. Your head was kinda hurting so you decided not to go. Until...

"Y/n darling! You can't turn down an invitation to a party! Especially not a Slytherin one!" Pansy said appalled at your decision as you sat in your dorm.

"Pansy my head is throbbing." You replied trying to convince her.

"No way. You are going to that party. Mattheo will be there! And I know how much you like him." Pansy said far too loud.

"Louder Pansy. I don't think they heard you over at the boys dorms." You said irritated at the fact that she spilled your secret.

"Sorry." She muttered slightly taken aback. "Please come! I promise I'll make it worth you while."

"Ok fine. Wait what do you mean?" You asked.

"You'll see." She smirked to herself.

You got into a green body fitting dress, exaggerating your curves. You had to admit you looked stunning. You paired it with black heels that Pansy let you borrow and silver snake earrings as well as a necklace. You had your hair in a bun with a few strands out at the front which you curled.

"Wow! Darling you look amazing!" Pansy said as she saw you all ready.

"Thanks!" You replied smiling at her.

As you and Pansy walked down the stairs, your friends stared at you in shock. One of them being Mattheo.

Pansy was daring so her response didn't shock you.

"I know we're hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." She said making you chuckle and lightly smack her arm.

"Pansy!" You exclaimed as you giggled.

"You look nice." Mattheo complemented you.

"just nice?" You joked.

"I mean, very nice. Like gorgeous i-" Mattheo said flustered.

"I'm joking. You don't look too bad yourself. Turns out you clean up way better than I expected.". You cut him off before he had a crisis. He softly smiled at you as you noticed he was... blushing?

You and your friends sat in the back corner of the room as you usually did. None of you were heavily into the dancing and the lights. You were just there for the alcohol.

You and Pansy went to grab drinks. Pansy got red wine which you found weird since she never was fond of it.

"I didn't know you liked red wine." You said.

"Does the job." She replied.

"Wh-" you began.

"Careful, your drinks gonna fall!" Pansy exclaimed as she saw you tilting your glass unconciously.

"Oh shit! Thanks." You replied.

You walked back to the table where your friends were sat. You saw Pansy pull a face as she gulped down the wine. You sat down next to Mattheo. As she went to take the seat next to you, she tripped due to the table leg and spilled her red wine all over Mattheo's white suit.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Pansy exclaimed.

Mattheo took a deep breath before responding.

"It's fine." He muttered. "Unfortunately all my white shirts have just been washed so I don't have any spare."

You stared at Pansy in disbelief refusing to believe it was an accident. You saw right through her little facade. Pansy gave you a look to say something, but in that moment you had no idea what to say.

"Y/n has some spare oversized shirts she could lend you?" Pansy suggested. "Don't you y/n?" She nudged.

"Uh... yeah yeah! I have some spare oversized shirts, if you can just follow me to my dorm." You said realising Pansy's endeavour.

"No it's fine I don't want to bother you." Mattheo replied.

"Don't worry about it!" You said. Mattheo gave in and followed you to your dorm.

You took a towel and wiped off the red wine before reaching in to your cupboard and grabbing the shirt.

As you turned around you saw Mattheo unbuttoning his shirt and your jaw dropped. You almost dropped the shirt in your hands on the floor.

His abs, his arms and his hands were perfect. He was perfect.

"I know I'm hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." Mattheo repeated Pansy's exact words, smirking as he did so.

"Sorry I- I should probably turn around." You said flustered.

"No, I don't mind. Unless you do, that is?" Mattheo questioned.

"Looking at those abs? Fuck no, I don't." You said half joking as you turned around still blushing. He chuckled.

When Mattheo was fully dressed you suggested that you both go down back to the party before anyone got suspicious.

"Will they be wrong?" He asked.

"What do you-" you started. Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours. The moment was surreal and you wished it would last forever.

Fucking Pansy and her red wine.

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‘It’s okay to love them both, I did I do’~ Katherine Pierce Me🙋🏻‍♀️

#i NEED them both🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️

[sp7-mr]

[lilyswritings]

fate — xix

synopsis: Keep your head down, focus on getting through your classes, and try not to die. That had always been your plan of attack when it comes to attending Kings Dominion School of the Deadly Arts. But your life plans get thrown out the window as you find yourself growing attached to the new kid who refuses to lose his compassion and moral code, despite the ruthless curriculum and vicious social cliques he finds himself surrounded by.

author’s note: thank you all for still being here!! your passion for this series has really kept me going, and i sincerely appreciate each and every one of you who's still here. i am still following closely to the show, but as we are swiftly approaching the end of the tv show (ruh roh!) i will be making some changes. without further ado, please enjoy part nineteen!

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Marcus Lopez Arguello x Reader

     The dorm room is dead silent as you gape blankly at Petra. "No. Fucking. Way." You stare in horror at your roommate, mouth hung open as you attempt to process the slew of graphic information she just threw in your face. In response to your sheer outrage, she simply shrugs, black-painted lips turning up at the corners at the aghast expression on your face.

"Ew," You gasp, eyebrows furrowing as it seeps in, your eyes darting between your roommate, the sheets on your bed, to the chair in the corner, back to your roommate. "Ew! You and... Both of them? EW!" You stand up abruptly from your bed, eyes scanning the bedding below you in panic.

Petra's eyes twinkle with delight at your reaction to her news of what had gone down during the lockdown, when Lex, Billy and her, had been mere moments away from partaking in a three-way in your very room. While it hadn't gone very far, the sheer idea of something like that happening between your three closest friends, in your room, makes your skin crawl.

"In my room?" You exclaim, still processing, and she laughs.

"It's my room too. And we didn't do anything on your side... I don't think." She shrugs again, ducking away from the pillow you hurl at her.

You point a finger at her, mouth still agape at the very idea of anything like that happening on or around your personal belongings. "Petra Katja Yolga, I swear to God, if you ever have sex on my side of the room—"

"Whatever, Mom." She sighs, flipping you a middle finger, before her expression turns sly and a smirk tugs at her lips. "Besides, I feel like if either of us are in danger of participating in activities of the coital nature in this room, it's you."

Your jaw drops, cheeks blazing at the insinuation. "Shut up." You mutter, unable to form a cohesive comeback, and your heated cheeks and lack of retort just fuel Petra's fire, causing her eyes to twinkle mischievously as she plops down on the edge of your bed.

"Oh, Marcus..." She fakes a breathy gasp, falling back into the pillows, and before she has a chance to tease you further, you whirl around and exit the room as fast as your feet can take you, eyes wide with mortification as the sound of Petra's laughter follows you down the corridor.

Speaking of... You will the flush in your face to dissipate as Marcus turns the corner at the end of the corridor, dark eyes immediately seeking you out. "Hey." He smiles softly at you, and you reciprocate, heart swooping at the mere sight of his smile. Jesus, you need to get it together.

"You okay?" He takes in your flushed expression with furrowed brows and you bite back a laugh.

"Not one bit," You shake your head, eyes wide. "Apparently my three best friends almost slept with each other last night... In my room."

"What, all of them? Like, at once?" Marcus' tone is incredulous and you nod, pleased he seems as baffled by it all as you are, but then he ruins it. "Good for them."

You frown, smacking his shoulder lightly. "No, not good for them! My friends! In my room!"

He huffs out a laugh at your outrage, and it's only them that you notice there's a tension in his expression, a hardened look in his dark eyes that gives you pause. "Hey, what's up?"

Marcus makes a face, obviously not having intended on talking about it. "It's nothing, I just... I just got out of AP Black Arts and had it out with Master Lin. It's nothing serious, though, promise." At this, he slides his hand down one of your forearms, lacing his fingers with yours and tugging you closer to him.

Your brows shoot up, cheeks heating back up at the sudden proximity as you gaze up at him through your lashes. "If the monks catch us like this..." Your words trail off as he dips his head to seal his lips to yours, the kiss causing you to forget any protest you might have once had. Before you know it. his hands are on your waist and you're gripping at the lapels of his uniform, the world beyond the two of you lost to oblivion for all you care. You can hear Petra's voice in your head, cackling, but you shove it away, relishing in the kiss.

"If you're worried about the monks," He whispers as he pulls away, dark eyes glittering with mischief. "Maybe we should go somewhere more private."

You very nearly go along with it too, the air simmering between the two of you in the darkened hallway, but you remember why you were going to seek him out in the first place, and step back to give yourself some space to think — something you have proven to be unable to do at such close proximity to him.

"You —" You brush your hands over the lapels of his uniform, straightening the creases you didn't realize you'd made. "Have a shift at the comics store, if I remember correctly." He curses immediately at the reminder, groaning, and you smirk.

"Come with me." He proposes, hand sneaking back onto your waist, and you raise your eyebrows at how bold he's become — but then an apologetic look sneaks into his features, his brown eyes widening with a plea. "Plus, you sort of need to be there, Saya wanted to call a Vegas Crew gathering."

You feel the romance dissipate from the air just like that, a crushing reminder of the psychopathic killer at large and the incredible danger you all live in swooping in to ruin the mood. "Right. Smart." You nod, running a hand through your hair, and Marcus sighs.

"I was going to go change, do you want to come wait in the room?" You raise your eyebrows at his words and he laughs, hands held up in surrender. "No funny business, I swear." You roll your eyes, but nod anyway, biting your lip at the kiss he presses to your cheek as you follow him to his room.

Before long, the two of you head to the comic store together, only waiting a little while before Saya, Billy, and Willie all show up too.

The black and white photos Saya has sprawled on the counter make you shudder, taking in the horrors of what Fuckface has done to Shabnam's house.

"Jesus," Marcus finally speaks up, voicing your thoughts. "Is that Shabnam's dad?" He holds out a photo and you grimace at the image before you.

"His mom's probably in there as well." Billy says, and your frown deepens, causing him to pat you on the back with a less-than-convincing smile of reassurance. "All the more reason we have to do this now."

"Shabnam's house is rigged with traps," Saya explains, pointing them out on the photos. "Chester has seven to eight people inside, helping him."

You pause from gnawing on your thumbnail to look up at Saya. "Are we sure he has Chico?"

"He's not bluffing," Saya sighs. "He knows everything. He has to be getting information from someone inside of King's."

"Shabnam's parents." Marcus fills in, and you nod along, brows furrowed.

"What's stopping him from just..." You swallow thickly. "Sending Chico's head to El Diablo? If he finds out that it was Maria... That we were there..." It's hard to repress the shudder that wracks your body at the mere thought of that.

Marcus' hand appears on top of yours, dark eyes seeking out yours in an attempt at reassurance. "We're gonna need some serious firepower." He sighs, turning back to the group, and you nod. "Guns, explosives—"

"Y'all must be out your damn minds." Willie's voice cuts him off, and when you look up you notice him glowering at all of you, his arms folded over his chest. His eyes meet yours, and your brows tug together, before he scoffs and turns to leave the store.

"Wait, Willie—" You go to follow him, but Marcus puts a hand on your arm and gets up, exiting the store behind his friend. As soon as they both leave, you turn back to Saya and Billy, sighing deeply and sitting in Marcus' empty chair.

"We have to talk to Maria." You say, knowing full well it isn't what Saya wants to hear, and she grimaces but doesn't argue with you. There's a long silence that follows, where all three of you are inevitably picturing the various awful ways that conversation will go, before you finally let out a deep breath.

"I'll do it." You volunteer, causing both of your friends to glance up at you sharply.

"No offence," Billy starts, glancing between you and Saya. "But I think you're probably the last person she wants to talk to right now."

"I'm well aware," You shoot him a glare. "But she has to know what's going on. And I have to try to... To fix this." You know it's probably impossible, that this might be a death wish, but you have to try. You owe it to her to try.

"Tell Marcus where I've gone, okay?" You look to Saya, and she nods, one dark eyebrow arched at your plan. "I'll fill in on the rest of this later, but... I have to do this."

When you arrive back at King's, you forge a note from Juan to Maria, asking her to meet in the girl's bathroom, before slipping it under her door and running to the bathroom to lie in wait.

You are well aware that this might be the stupidest thing you've ever done, but you have run completely out of other options. As you sit in the darkened girls bathroom, you take a moment to fully wonder where the fuck your life went so wrong that you are now in a bathroom, preparing to trap the leader of the Soto Vatos and el Alma del Diablo's pet assassin, in order to have a heart-to-heart.

You are not given enough time to fully delve into those thoughts, thankfully, as the door begins to creak open and you spy Maria's shoes from the crack under the door.

"Meeting in the girl's bathroom is a new low, Juan." Maria calls out in Spanish, and you grimace as you swing the door shut and plant yourself in front of it, revealing your ruse to her.

She wheels around with her fan poised in front of her, expression morphing from one of surprise into rageful apprehension, and you throw your hands up placatingly.

"I know how this looks, and I'm sorry, I just really need you to hear me out and I knew you would never agree to talk with me." Your words tumble into each other in their haste to leave your mouth, and you sigh deeply before oh-so-slowly pulling open your blazer to show her the lack of knives tucked into the lining.

Coming unarmed to this might have been a suicidal move, but you know it's the only way to get her to listen to you.

Her dark eyes narrow, scanning your body, and you nod. "None in the boots, either." You answer before she even gets the chance to ask, slowly rolling your ankle around to show off the lack of metallic glinting.

"We need to talk." It's a cheeky thing to say as you stand in between her and the only exit, but you need her to agree not to kill you before you launch into anything — and you would really like it if this continued as a semi-normal conversation between two teenage friends, despite it all.

Maria doesn't lower her fan, but she doesn't run to attack you, either, so you take a deep breath and launch into it. "We've been doing reconnaissance on Fuckface, and it looks like he's holing up at Shabnam's house. We need to deal with him before he decides to send Chico's head to El Alma, and we need your help."

Her eyes widen as you talk, obviously as displeased by this update as you were, and you swallow thickly. "We need you, Maria. We have to end this. You killed Chico to save Marcus... Now we have to kill Chester to do the same. And save the rest of us, while we're at it."

Bringing up Marcus is a dicey move, and her eyes narrow at his name, but she finally tucks her fan away and sighs. "When?" She asks, and you sigh in relief, lowering your hands.

"We don't know. Soon. Maybe as soon as tomorrow. We didn't come up with a full plan before I left, but... It has to be now." The word 'we' obviously holds the implications of the Vegas Crew, and you watch her expression twinge at the mention of the group.

"Fine. I'll help." She says, eyes still glued to the ground. "Send a message when you make the plan." She moves to leave the bathroom, but you hold your position blocking the door, and her eyes narrow.

"Move." She orders, dark eyes narrowed, and you shake your head slowly, summoning the courage to say the next words.

"I'm sorry."

Your words hang heavy in the silence of the bathroom, and her expression morphs into one of heartbroken anger, but you push through. "I'm so sorry, Maria. It was never meant to happen like this, I didn't want—"

You're embarrassed by the sting of hot tears that press behind your eyelids, and you watch her drop her gaze to the ground, fists clenched tightly as she folds her arms across her chest.

"My heart has belonged to him since that first night on the roof, Maria. You have to know that." You plead, stoic in your efforts for her to comprehend how out of control you've felt this whole time. "With everything that we've been through, you have to understand that I didn't choose this. It just... Happened."

Her eyes never leave the ground, folded arms pressing tighter against her chest as she scuffs the toe of her shoe against the floor. "I know." She whispers, and you take a breath, watching her expression.

The dimly lit room is filled with tension, the air heavy with unspoken emotions. You've just ripped the curtains back and bared your soul to Maria, and now the ball remains firmly in her court. Her silence hangs in the room, stifling any hope for reconciliation.

Seconds turn to minutes as you both stand there, locked in a moment of profound uncertainty. Maria's hair falls over her face, obscuring her eyes as she continues to avoid your gaze. Her jaw tightens, and you can almost hear the gears turning in her mind, weighing the years of shared secrets and experiences against this revelation.

Finally, she breaks the silence with a heavy sigh. "I know," Maria repeats, her voice tinged with bitterness and resentment. "I've always known. I'm not an idiot. I see it in the way you look at him, the way you two..." She sighs again, dark eyes boring holes into the linoleum tile below her. Her words are sharp, filled with a sense of betrayal.

You nod, the weight of your confession still bearing down on you. "But I never wanted it to be like this, Maria. I never wanted to hurt you."

Maria finally looks up, her eyes meeting yours with a cold, unyielding glare. "You should have thought about that before you let it happen," she hisses. "I can't believe you would let me... You let me get my heart broken."

You take a step closer to her, reaching out to gently touch her arm, but she pulls away, her expression hardening. "Maria..." Your chest feels wounded, the sharpness in her eyes driving daggers into your heart. "I love you. I always will. But I can't change how I feel about him." Hot tears begin to fill your eyes as you shake your head fervently. "I wish I could."

Those words ring the truest for the both of you, and you both know it. Your shared love for this boy has caused boundless issues, invited danger and darkness into your lives, and yet as the bond between the two of you breaks in front of your eyes, you can share in the same hopeless adoration of the same idiotic man.

Tears well up in Maria's eyes, and this time, she lets them flow freely. "That isn't enough..." she says, her voice trembling with anger. "I need time. I need to figure this out."

You nod, feeling the weight of her disappointment pressing down on you, and she spares you one last cold glance before she swipes the tears from her face and storms out of the bathroom. The future is uncertain, but it seems clear to you now that your friendship has been irreparably damaged.

[femmenature]

happy scars.

Pairing: Marcus Lopez x f! reader

Summary: Where Marcus gets into fights to hurt himself because he loves you to heal his wounds.

Warnings: Blood mentions, inappropriate language

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"Marcus, I'm really not surprised to see you beaten, In fact, I'd be more surprised to see you without a fucking scratch on your face than this. But this is the third time, not in a week, but in a day that you've come in with bumps all over your face. Who the fuck does this to you?" I looked at him worriedly, he looked away and cleared his throat nervously.

"No one, just…it's just that" His hands fumble with his jeans anxiously "it's complicated, lately I provoked Chico…more than I should have, on purpose."

"Oh, so this is just a game of who's more badass enough to stay with Maria" I was really pissed, nursing his wounds all these weeks over some stupid thing. "Look, I don't want any part of your or Chico's patriarchal bullshit."

"No, no, no. You're missing the point. It's not that, it was never that…it was never her." His eyes met mine. Like a click. I furrowed my brows, questioning him. "Believe me, I don't like being hit, but…since I got hurt and you took care of me, I can't stop making up an excuse or a fight to feel your hand on my face. To feel the slightest touch of my skin against yours. I am satisfied with just your hand healing my wounds. Because you also heal my heart. Don't you see? Every time I'm with you you fix something you didn't even break. And that drives me crazy." His hand came up to mine, caressed it. As he did so, he looked at me, and kissed it. "I can't stay away from you and I'm so ashamed of my desperation for your closeness that I create fights as a pretext to keep you close."

"Marcus, you don't need excuses to have me near you" I brought my face close to his as he moved his gaze to my lips "You can have me without a scratch on your face, but you still look sexy" He smiled before our lips met.

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thanks for reading! i wanted to make this deadly class character. Even though the series was cancelled I loved it and I think there is a need for more content from it. So, enjoy. Sorry if there is something grammatically incorrect, my first language is Spanish.

[innohurrytoshout]

hi, so i've gotten a few people asking to be part of or added to a taglist for a set i've put out. when i wrote the fic, i wasn't expecting people to ask for more of the same characters, but now that i have been asked, i've decided to turn it into a little series so please expect more parts !!

due to this, i have created a google form, so if you would like to join my taglist, please use the link displayed on my pinned post!

thank you for reading!!

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𝑀𝐴𝑇𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑂 𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐷𝐿𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆

↳ soft!mattheo because he’s just the best

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

✩ he has a diary full of sketches, poems, random quotes and all of his thoughts. it’s messy but somehow beautifully artistic just like him

✩ he is good at everything he tries and by that i truly mean everything. play guitar ? he taught himself. drawing ? he never took any classes but still manages to be talented. however, he doesn’t brag and prefers to keep his talents to himself

✩ i lied when i said he’s good at everything. he sucks at board games (sorry not sorry.) try playing monopoly with him and he’ll just send the game flying and shout about how “capitalism sucks anyway”

✩ i don’t know who started the adhd and bipolar headcannon but it makes SO MUCH sense. sometimes he forgets to take his meds and ends up having enough pent up energy and rage for the whole slytherin house

✩ he hates reading. unlike his friends who do, he can’t concentrate for more than a couple of minutes because of his adhd and reading is probably his biggest nightmare.

✩ speaking of nightmares, he has those often. this man hasn’t had a proper night of sleep in years because of insomnia and memories of the past haunting him in his sleep. that’s why you’re most likely to find him at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night.

✩ the biggest marvel fan you’ll ever meet. he’s obsessed with spiderman and could talk about the mcu for hours, it’s cute to see him so excited about something.

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a/n : just some of my late night thoughts ! i’m also thinking about making some of these but about dating him, tell me if you’d be interested <3

likes, comments and reblogs would be appreciated !

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[gyuzlyp]

marcus lopez relationship headcanons

⚠️ mentions of sexual activity, drug use, weapons, other nsfw content, and self harm. not intended for minors/people who can’t handle dark imagery.

“i live for danger. danger keeps me sane. it gets the adrenaline pumping, y’know? if i wasn’t constantly in danger, i’m not so sure i’d still be alive.”

• marcus is big on only doing things with you in private. after being with maria and saya and being so far in the eye of the kids at king’s dominion, he’s determined to keep the details of your relationship private.

• he likes it when you lead the way. he’s so used to trying to be a leader and be independent that he enjoys when you’re the more dominant.

• he. loves. date nights. getting out of the school to go get chinese food every once in a while is his favorite thing to do with you.

• lots of weed

• maybe some acid too

• he gets easily jealous, especially around the soto vatos, who can never seem to keep their eyes off of you.

• he’s willing to put himself in whatever way of harm he needs to keep you safe, even if it means possibly getting himself killed.

• big cuddler

• he likes when you talk about yourself and your day, even if it’s little things like how you had to wear mismatched socks because you couldn’t find a pair or how you accidentally put salt in your coffee instead of sugar

• you are his biggest priority

• he enjoys it rough in the bedroom, especially when he’s leading. he’s biggest on impact play and biting, but he’s also big on consent and won’t do anything if you tell him not to.

• he may not have a lot of money but he loves to spoil you when he gets the chance to. new shoes, hair clips, even a plant at one point.

• he gets you matching pocket knives for your birthday.

• he loves to break the rules with you. it gives him such a rush of adrenaline to be with you and have the risk of being caught while never actually getting caught.

• he gets flustered whenever you say “i love you”.

• whenever he’s turned on, he always mumbles “fuck” into your ear to let you know he’s hot and bothered.

[thedeadlyclass]

Deadly Class Vol. 11: A Fond Farewell Part One

[apparentlytheproblem]

d a t i n g m a t h e o r i d d l e

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- matheo riddle

a/n: i had fun with this cause my boy is'nt even cannon and i've derived this from the show deadly class (its absolutley lovley) and im so sorry i deleted the request baby with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- unexperienced writer, not thoroughly edited

i think it would be a slowburn

i think it would take time for both of you to personally acknowledge what you both have

because Matheo Riddle is too high and mighty to have something as low and embarrassing as a highschool crush

my man will be in utter confusion why he wants to stare but looks away to act cool

like you both keep glancing at each other, for what?

y'all just ignoring each other just to avoid a zoo in your stomach

but like you know you're in love, you know he's in love, at this point everyone knows but y'all just don't admit it

because if you do, everything suddenly becomes to real

I have always had such an obsession with him

him, his face, his everything

his eyes are so pretty, they're just gorgeous and that freakin smile would just get me on my knees

I think even though he seems as the cold hearted bitch he's just so sweet to you

I've always had a thing for people who has a soft spot for me ugh

everyone hated him, loved him or wanted to be him

he was the it girl

I don't think he'd be much into playing quidditch as such

but he's pretty darn fit if i must say so myself

he'd be good in combat fighting

hence all the fights, but he'd be winnin my luv

he'd teach you how to play video games

he'd make you playlists and everything

once you both have reached that bond he'd be so obnoxious

he'd be loving, caring and everything

10/10 fr

he loves that everyone knows you're dating

this would be important as he gets jealous so easily

he's just yours and I love that

[stqrgirlie0]

mattheo riddle who always has his hand on your ass no matter what. mattheo riddle who spoils you rotten all the time, buying you your fav chocolates, flowers, lingerie sets😝, etc. mattheo riddle who will turn a little peck on the lips from into a full blown makeout sesh, anytime and anywhere.

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