Miguel O'Hara x Reader [one-shots]

BE CAREFUL [A]

PULLING MY CAR up to the start line, I looked around me as I put it in park. I take a step out, Miguel leaning against his car, smirking.

I chuckle and walk up to him, giving him a slight nudge. He chuckled with me before picking me up and placing me on the hood, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

"You ready?" I ask him after we pull back, looking up at him.

"Yeah," he nodded, his sly smirk still on his face, "Are you?"

"Ready to kick your ass?" I smile up at him as I shrug, "Always."

He shook his head, another soft kiss on my lips. "I'm gonna beat you, mi amor."

"I'd like to see you try, cariño," I narrow my eyes, a smile playing on my lips.

We then heard the warning horn, telling all the drivers to get ready for the race to begin. Miguel and I look at each other once again.

"Be careful, okay?" He says, his fingers running over my jawline.

I nodded. "Of course. You too, 'kay?"

He nodded and helped me off the hood. We blew each other kisses before we got in our cars.

I started my car up, the sound of the other racers revving their engines up in the background. I put both my hands on the wheel, and look to my left, seeing Miguel.

We both give each other 'good luck' nods before looking back at the woman who would blow the horn.

I took a deep breath and a few seconds later, the horn blew. I instantly shifted my gear stick and pressed my foot on the petal.

I easily made my way through the cars, shifting my gear stick whenever I got the chance, skillfully maneuvering my way through the streets. I kept my eyes on the road, having the high chance of winning as I was in front of everyone.

As I took a couple more turns, I could see the finish line. It was so close and I was about to pass it.

Until another car rammed into me.

I immediately tried to take action, gripping the steering wheel as I tried to take control of the car. I kept swerving, trying to stay on the road.

But all my efforts made it worse.

I ended up swerving off the road and I immediately braced for impact upon seeing a streetlight right in my path

All I felt next was searing pain and hot liquid pouring down my head. My vision was blurred and my breathing was ragged.

"Y/N?!" I heard a sound of a door slam shut.

I groaned in pain, but I couldn't move my body at all.

"Fuck!" I heard the door open, the voice muffled as all that filled them were a constant ringing.

I felt my eyes start to close, the pain feeling far away.

Is this what dying feels like?

As the voice continues to talk, I realize who it was.

"Y/N!" Miguel reached into the car, unbuckling the seatbelt, "Fuck, Y/N, don't go to sleep!"

I felt his arms wrap around me, and all I felt for the next few minutes was overwhelming, bone- crushing pain.

I screamed, tears flowing down my cheeks as I felt like I couldn't feel anything and everything at the same time.

"Fuck, I know, I know, I know," I heard Miguel's voice broken in my ear as he kept pulling me out, "I gotta do this, Y/N."

I continued to cry and shout before I felt the tiniest bit of relief as Miguel pulled me all the way out.

He breathed heavily as he backed away, keeping me in his arms as he placed me carefully into the passenger seat.

I felt my eyes begin to close as my breath grew shallow. The car began to go, Miguel holding onto me.

Cries continued to leave my mouth, but frankly, they all seemed far away. All I wanted, really, was the sweet, merciful, release of death.

"Y/N!" I heard his screams, "Fuck! Don't leave me! Stay awake!"

"Can't..." I force out, feeling blood come up my throat. My eyes continued to try force themselves closed.

Miguel then stopped the car abruptly, running over to my side as he picked me up, ignoring my screams of pain.

He rushed me inside of a building, yelling for help. I felt a ton of hands on me next as everything went black.

All I heard next were his yells and cries.