Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

NOT CANON [TW] [A] (P.I)

GOSH, I AM so tired. Tired of myself, of getting out of bed, of breathing. I honestly can't remember the last time I laughed or smiled. I can't remember the last time I was happy.

I think today's the day. The day I end it all. Put myself to sleep.

I've been thinking about it a lot. The multiverse would be better without me. Miguel would be better without me.

Miguel and I were dating for a year, but my depression consumed me too much. I got to a point where I would snap at him for everything. I feel bad, but I can't help it. We haven't spoken in a few months, and it's for the best. He's probably already moved on from me, so at least this won't hurt him.

I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. Everything was ready for me. The razors and the note I made after Miguel and I broke up.

I looked up at the mirror, staring at myself one last time. I didn't recognize myself being the dark circles, smudged mascara, and messy hair. I don't know if I ever would've before I decided to do this.

Picking up the razors, I take a deep breath. It's not like I've never cut myself before. Hell, I have two arms and a leg to prove it. This is my last day on Earth.

Bring it to my skin, I couldn't even feel anything at first. It's only when my blood coated my fingers I came to reality. This was real.  I did the second arm next before slowly sliding down the wall, waiting to bleed out to death.

MEANWHILE...

"Miguel," a voice calls, walking into the man's office space, "Lyla says a canon event is being disrupted."

Miguel turned around, looking down at Jess as he comes down from the high place he's usually at, "Yeah? Do we know the details?"

She cleared her throat, unsure how to tell him the news

"Miguel," she looked at him with a look he'd never seen before, "It's Y/N."

Miguel immediately panicked. His protective mode turned on. He had to know what was happening.

"What? What's wrong? Is she all right? What's happened?" Miguel turns to the multiverse bracelet, inputting the Earth she was on.

"Miguel!" She interrupted him, "By the time we get there, she might be gone."

"What are you saying?" He looked down at Jess, worry filling his eyes. Jess had never seen him like this. He was never so full of emotions.

"She committed suicide, Miguel."

Miguel froze, but his body reacted. His fell too his knees and tears just flowed down his cheeks.

He looked down at his bracelet through blurry eyes and immediately pressed the button that would open the doorway to her world.

He turned towards it and ran in.
—
He was here. I looked up at him through halfway closed eyes.

"No, no, no," Miguel shook his head, "What did you do?! Y/N, what the fuck did you do?!"

"I couldn't live like this, Miguel," I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "It was supposed to happen like this."

"No, it wasn't!" He shook his head, his hands coming up to my cheeks as he made me look at him, "You're disrupting the canon. You aren't supposed to go anytime soon."

"It might be too late for that."

Miguel shook his head, exhaling deeply. He brought my body close to his, holding my head with his hand, running through the portal.

My vision became blurry.

"Help her!" I heard him scream, "Go get help!"

He set me down on the floor, "Y/N, I need you to stay awake."

"It's the end of the road for me, Miguel."

"No, don't say that," he shook his head grabbing things to try and stop the bleeding, "Don't ever fucking say that, you here me? I fucking love you too much to let you die."

I raise my hand to his cheek, wiping the tears from his face. He sunk into my hand, sobbing as he held me.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't," he said, "You did nothing wrong. It's me. I should've been there for you. I should've known."

"It's okay," I shook my head, "You couldn't have."

He brought my forehead to his.

"Please don't leave," he whispered, "I can't lose you, too."

Suddenly, I heard a bunch of people run into the office, all by my side. They were talking to Miguel as they tried to wrap up my wounds. It sounded all gibberish to me.

"I'll try, Miguel," I said, my eyes closing, "But if I die— I love you."

"You won't die," He shook his head, "You won't."

My eyes closed.

The last thing I could here was Miguel's screaming for me to wake up.