Marcus Lopez x Reader One-shots

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heyyy so this is my first one shot story so sorry if its sucks- i just have a few ideas that i wanted to write in here, so here they are :).

TW: detailed violence, strong language, blood, death.

I was standing in the dimly lit alley with chico opposite to me. 'i really hope my combat skills don't let me down now' I think to myself as he starts walking towards me. His hand is grabbing something in his back pocket, but I cant really see what it is.

I started walking towards him and balled my hands into fists. Once im close enough, I throw a right hook it his face and he swings at me.

Soon, my face is bleeding and his eyes are bruised and he's bleeding too. He jumps on me and we fall onto the ground, fighting once again. I get some good punches in but then he hits me in the throat and it catches me off guard. My hands immediately go to my neck and I'm gasping for air.

Bad idea.

He punches me repeatedly but i can tell he's getting tired. I kick and scratch him trying to get him off of me. He finally falls and i take the chance to get up and move.

He chases after me and pushes me onto the wall of a building near by. I hit my head and my vision goes blurry for about five seconds. He bashes my head against the wall again and I can feel blood coming from my mouth and nose. Even my ears. I try to throw a punch but im too weak at this point to even try. "Getting weak are we," chico says, taunting me.

"Fuck you."

At this point hes holding me up. I gain some strength and kick him. He lets go of me and i try to run away to look for marcus and the others. What's taking them so fucking long? I guess chico gave up because I didn't get tackled again. That's nice.

As if on cue I hear the doors swing open and footsteps running over towards us. I look back and see chico pointing a gun at me. Well shit, here we go. "No!" I hear all of them scream. All I hear next is a gunshot. I stand there in shock for a few seconds before looking down. Red. Dark red is pouring down my white shirt. I slowly start falling onto the ground and covering the wound with my hands.

My vision goes in and out and i see maria swing her fan blade and it slits chicos throat. Then all of a sudden, I hear someone running towards me. They lift me up and push the hair out of my face. My vision comes back for a moment and I see marcus above ne, looking scared as ever. My eyes feel so heavy I can barely hold them open. "Hey, hey. You're okay y/n. You're okay, just look at me. Y/n, open your eyes." He says.

I can hear him tear his shirt and feel him put pressure on the wound. "Marcus it hurts," I say quietly, which results in more blood pouring out of my mouth.

"I know, just hold on a little longer for me, okay," he says.

There are tears pouring out of my eyes now, my body is shaking. It just hurts.

"Marcus please make it stop. Please. I can't stop shaking. It hurts marcus, please!"

"I'm sorry y/n. I'm trying, i swear." He says quietly. "Guys, I need some help," he yells at the others. They all run over quickly. "I don't know what to do," he tells them.

"Holy shit!" One of them says, i don't know who. I can't focus right now. All I know is the blood is all over. It's covering me completely and its all over the ground. His hands are shaking.

"I'm sorry," I say. "I couldn't get him off. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry-" I try to apologize.

"Be quiet. Don't apologize, you did the best you could." They all said things along the lines of "dont apologize" and "its okay".

"Am I going to die?" I ask marcus, finally being able to look him in the eye.

"No, no you aren't going to die. Don't think like that," He tries to reassure me.

"It's so c-cold. I'm scared."

"It'll be okay y/n. Just try to breathe okay?"

"O-okay."

I haven't really cried much before now, but my eyes are like waterfalls right now. Saya kneels down and grabs my hand, rubbing it gently. Maria sits beside me and holds my head, messing with my hair softly. I can tell marcus is trying to stay calm for me, but he is shaking nearly as bad as me.

"I'm so tired," I whisper. That's all I can manage in my current state.

"Don't give up y/n. Don't leave me," marcus demands.

"Can't I just rest my eyes for a minute or two," I ask him.

"Just try to hold on for thirty more seconds. Then if you're still tired, you can sleep for as long as you like, okay?"

"Okay."

My vision blurs again and I can't see anything. So this is how i go out. I thought it would be way cooler than this. This shit hurts. I don't want to leave them yet.

I open my eyes again and I can see him looking sad and worried. "Has it been thirty seconds yet?" I ask them, just wanting to rest.

"Nearly." Marcus says, smiling gently at me.

"You're scared shitless aren't you, marcus? Me too." I say trying to ease the tension. He chuckles softly.

"Just a little," he admits.

"Can you hold my hand?" I ask him.

"Of course, love."

He gently grabs my hand and holds it firmly. We are both shaking. "I love you guys."

"I love you too." They all say at once.

"See you on the other side?" I ask them, slightly hinting at what I knew was about to happen.

"Yeah. On the other side." Saya says.

"Don't have too much fun without me." Maria jokes.

"I'll miss you y/n. I love you." Marcus says, tears dripping from his face.

"I'll miss you too. I love you, marcus."

I take my last breath happy to be surrounded by the people i love during my last moments. I smile one last time and they smile back. Goodbye world.