Miguel O'Hara x Reader Oneshots

Cupcakes And Blood

(Warning warning beep boop, swearing and shouting)

You were listening to music while you made some cupcakes, feeling happy.

You heard the door open and smiled brightly seeing Miguel enter. 

“Miguel! I’m so glad you’re home, I’m making cupcakes!” You said excitedly as he looked at you. 

“I’m not in the mood, Y/N. I need time alone.” He said before going into his office and slamming the door. You flinched a little and your shoulders slumped. 

“T-That’s okay, he just needs quiet…” You muttered to yourself before going back to making the cupcakes.  

You kept quiet and kept the music down so you wouldn’t annoy Miguel any further. 

Once you were done you made your way to Miguel’s office with a single cupcake, you knocked on the door softly. 

“Miguel? Are you hungry?” You muttered before the door opened. 

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” He growled as you held out the cupcake. 

“I made a cupcake for you.” You muttered as he glared at you and grabbed the cupcake and threw the cupcake at the wall. 

“Fuck off, Y/N! Fucking listen and leave me alone!” He growled before slamming the door making you trip and fall back. 

You stayed on the floor and felt tears in your eyes. 

You slowly stood up and grabbed your shoes and bag before leaving out the door, you didn’t feel like dealing with Miguel. 

You made it outside and just wandered down the streets while you tried to quiet your loud thoughts. 

“Why does he always do this? I know his job is hard…but that’s not my fault.” You muttered to yourself. 

“You talking to yourself crazy bitch?” A man on the street said as you looked at him in fear. 

You backed away a little before quickly running, thankfully he didn’t bother chasing you. 

Suddenly you tripped and hit your head on a broken brick, you fell onto your back as panicked rushed through your mind. 

You felt yourself falling unconscious and managed to grab your phone and call Miguel. 

Like you expected it went to message bank. 

“Miguel… I had an accident and hurt myself. D-Down the road from our apartment…” You muttered before hanging up and falling unconscious. 

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When the darkness and coldness finally faded from your body you felt warm blankets around you. 

You opened your eyes to see you were in your room and sighed in relief. 

“I’m so sorry, fuck Y/N. I’m so fucking.” Miguel whispered as he brushed his finger over the bandages on your head. 

“I didn’t mean to make you angry…” You whispered as Miguel’s face filled with regret. 

“No, no baby. I’m sorry, I was absolutely awful to you…and I’m so sorry. And look what happened…” He whispered feeling tears in his eyes as he kissed your cheek. 

“It’s okay, you were on edge. Don’t leave.” You whispered squeezing his hand as he smiled. 

“I’m never leaving, sweetheart.”