Y!Miguel O'Hara x reader (fem)

11

I literally passed out on the chair and woke up the next morning. 

Eric was playing video games and I eyed the controller. 

He looked over and we both glared at each other. Only when I launched at the controller did he whack me with a fly swatter.

"What the fuck! That's not fair!" I whined. He sat with a smug look and his controller still in possession. 

"I have another, stupid. You should have just asked."

I shrugged as he opened the tv cabinet and took out another controller. He handed it to me as I joined the multiplayer game he put on.

We played for what seemed hours before getting up and retrieving cheese puffs from the kitchen. Those cheese puffs were demolished in just a few minutes, leaving sad dusts of cheese on our fingers.

I leaned back in the chair, which is now mine cause I sat in it the longest, and stared up at the ceiling. 

At the moment, Eric was working on the teleportation watch while a movie played. And geuss what the movie was?

                                                                                      Shrek 2                                           :)

We both chilled and relaxed as it played, occasionally talking about random stuff. I kept yelling at Shrek even though I knew he wasn't real.

"If you were in my dimension dude, you would be an awesome addition to our weird shits group."

Eric laughed a little and put down the tweezers he had, picking up a screwdriver.

"Is that so?"

I leaned up In my seat and used my hands to motion stuff while I spoke.

"Yeah yeah! We have candy and sodas, get into fights, and watch movies for the entire day."

Eric looked up at me with adoring eyes.

"Are- are you describing paradise???" He said in a weird ass voice.

I threw a comic at him and we both fell into laughter.

"Yes, yes it is!"

(With fat ass(cough cough) I ment Miguel o'whora(COUGHHHH) Miguel)

He woke up and sensed something was off. Miguel got off his bed once he woke and went into the living room. Just as he had thought, y/n was gone.

This led him into a line of rage, so he went on a rampage in the apartment.

"WHY CANT SHE JUST STAY FUCKING PUT RAAAA!!"

He threw a table out of the window and huffed in blind rage.

Eventually, he did calm down and think of a way to first of all find her, then get her back. After that part, he'd need to keep her here without having her escape so easily.

After that, he had gone to work for the day, returning late night wanting to punch somebody in the face. Sometimes everyone at the headquarters just got on his nerve. 

Miguel sat on the couch and sighed in frustration. 

Everything had to be against him, didn't it? 

He sunk into the couch and looked out the window. Somehow he'd get her back. No matter what.

(Sorry for not updating guys. I have like 16 stories I need to update so it's not exactly easy catching up. And this one is gonna be short because I'm at the moment focused on other book plots. But it's okay, soon I'll be on this one once I finish the others. Peace out chicken nugs 🍗🍗!!)