Marcus Lopez x Reader One-shots

~psycho~

~So I've been obsessed with the 'heathers west end' musical and the song 'meant to be yours' is just honestly such a vibe- so this is kinda based off of that song. (Just a little, only the 'meant to be yours' and the open the door part) :) ~ (also in this he's supposed to be a psycho/creep/stalker guy idk how to explain it)

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Tw: slight abuse, language, flinching, etc.

DISCLAIMER: I am in no way trying to romanticize abuse or anything like that. Domestic violence is a very serious thing that should be taken seriously and is very real. I am just trying to make a short story and I am in no way trying to offend anyone by writing this. Please try to find help if anything like this is happening to you. I believe in you and I love you all. Stay safe <3
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This is a short one im vv sorry

This is all in Marcus's pov - We've been fighting for weeks now. Weeks. This is such bullshit, they're overreacting for no reason. I hit them once and they freaked out. I look out the window and trace my finger on the condensation (fog? idk what its called sry :')) and draw a heart thats cracked down the middle. I clear the window off, taking a sip of my alcohol and see them sitting alone.

I stand up out of my chair, running through the building to get to them. "Why the hell didn't you come to my room?" I ask them, aggressively.

"Um, I didn't know I was supposed to? I mean you haven't talked to me in days." They say, looking at the ground.

"Well you should have, you're mine." I say, staring at them and their beauty. "Only mine." They mumble something under their breath so I can't hear it. "Speak up, you know I hate it when you mumble. It's fucking annoying."

"I wish I wasn't." They say, slightly louder this time.

I grab their arm harshly, "The fuck did you just say to me?"

"I said I wish I wasn't yours."

I throw my glass bottle on the ground and they flinch, not looking at me. I caress their cheek with my thumb looking at them with angry, yet calm, eyes. "You love me, and I love you. We were made for each other. I'm meant to be yours. You can't leave me, you know that right?"

They don't move, still looking at the ground.

"Right?" I say in a menacing tone, gripping their arm tighter.

"No." They say, more confidently this time. They twist my arm and kick me, causing me to fall on the broken glass. I see them running towards the building. I stand up and start walking after them.

I get to their room and punch it with all of my strength. "Y/n!" I yell, my face is nearly touching the door. I should probably tone it down a little, maybe they'll open it then. They always fall for my manipulation. "Open the- open the door please." I say with an innocent tone. "Y/n, please open the door."

I can hear them crying on the other side.

"Can we not fight anymore, please? Y/n, please open the door." I ask, knocking on the door. "Please, can we not fight anymore?" I ask again, smiling at my words. They have to fall for this.

"Y/n, I get it, you're scared, I've been there. But if you come out, I can set you free!" I tell them in a fake enthusiastic voice, still knocking on the door with a slow, rhythmical, pace.

Getting angrier by the second, I start raising my voice. "Y/n, don't make me come in there! Come out right now!" I yell, saliva flying from my mouth.

"I'm going to count to three if your aren't out here, I will knock this door down. One..." I hear them shuffle around.

"Two..."

The shuffling stops.

"Im coming in, you beter hide." I jump into the door, kicking and punching it and eventually it flies open. I walk in a look around but I don't see anyone anywhere. Then I look at the window.

They went out of the window.

I jump out, running after the sound of their footsteps and finally find them.

~Pt. 2 coming soon~