Marcus Lopez x Reader One-shots

~love confession~

I'm in love. I'm in love with the one and only Marcus Lopez Arguello.

I don't even know how it happened, one second we were strangers and now we're best friends. But that's the catch, best friends. I'm sure he doesn't see me that way. I can only wish.

There's no way I could tell him, he would hate me. Since I realized the horrid truth, I started distancing myself from him. I can't fall for him. Not any harder. It would only fuck things up for us and I can't do that. I can't handle it.

He seems so confused, although he still smiles at me in the halls everyday. He hasn't stopped but it seems like the smiles are fading when he sees me and it kills me to know I'm hurting him so much. I want to hug him and tell him everything about how I feel and why I'm avoiding him so suddenly. But I can't.

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We're sitting in class and he's sitting by me. I can tell he's looking at me but I don't turn to look at him. I know I'll melt into his gaze and go back into my old ways. Obsessing over everything I do around him, being his pet and doing whatever he says jusy for validation from him. The one I love. "Hey, y/n, what's up with you lately? You've been ignoring me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I say, trying not to feel bad, although it's too late.

He just sighs, deciding not to push it any further. "Come to me when you're ready to talk." He tells me, standing up as the bell rings. "I miss you." He says, before walking out of the classroom.

I sit there, stunned at what he said. He.. misses me? But why? It's not like he likes me, at least not how I like him.

I continue on with my day and think about if I should tell him or not. It would make it awkward if he said no but my life would be complete if he said yes.
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I decided to tell him. I'm going to his room to talk to him and I start overthing it. 'What if he doesn't feel the same? What if he starts hating me?" All these thoughts are flooding my mind when I see I'm at his door.

I take a deep breath and slowly being my hand up to knock. I hear his footsteps coming up to the door and the handle clicks, allowing the door to open. "Oh- hey y/n." He says, opening it wider.

"Hey." I say in a small voice.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yep, I'm perfectly fine."

"Okay.. you finally ready to talk?" He asks, sitting on his bed and patting it, signaling for me to sit down.

"Yeah. I need to tell you something, Marcus." I say, fidgeting with my fingers.

"What is it?" He asks me.

"I- I think I love you." I say, not holding back.

Bold. I know.

His face falls. "..what?" He says, an unreadable look plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything, I'll leave you alo-" he cuts me off by grabbing my chin and kissing me.

I melt into the kiss, putting my hand in his hair, messing with the curls, and the other on his cheek.

He pulls away and looks at me. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that. It's just, I've wanted to for so long and-" this time I cut him off by pulling his face towards mine once again.

Our lips are moving in sync (PLS i could easily turn this into smut-) and it's the best feeling ever. It's even better than I could have imagined it, and trust me, I imagined it plenty of times.

We pull away at the same time and he rests his forehead on mine, staring at my lips as we breathe heavily, my hands still in his hair.

"I love you too."