MIGUEL O'HARA YANDERE X READER - Lovers From The Past

🕷️1: Delirium

TW: Toxic, Gaslighting, Stalking

"I don't always like what I have to do," Miguel sighed out desperately, clawing into the wall he had you pinned up against.

He gave an unhinged smile that showcased his sharp fangs. "...But I'm loving every second of this."

His voice was deep and husky, words almost slurring. You cowered beneath the six-foot-nine man towering over you.

"A-Are you drunk Mr. O'Hara?"

Miguel laughed, shaking his head with a grin. "Sober as can be. And what did I tell you about calling me Mr. O'Hara?"

Cautious of his own talons, he reached with his free hand to grab hold of your chin, and brought your face up to meet his gaze.

"It's just the two of us here, preciosa. Por favor. Call me Miguel."

His blood-red eyes, simmering with intensity, glowed in the orange light of the laboratory monitors up on the platform. You took a peek at each screen from the corner of your vision, straining to catch a glimpse of the surveillance cameras Miguel had hidden throughout the multiverse.

In one of them, you could see a city skyline from what you deduced to be Earth-1610; home to the anomaly Miles Morales. Everyone knew Miguel was keeping tabs on the kid. The whole Society had orders to be on high alert should Morales show up at the base. Apparently, it was any day now that he would make his appearance.

Another screen flitted between different corridors within the Spider Society. You watched as your fellow recruits scurried around the massive building. It was nighttime in Nueva York, and they were all preparing to return to their respective dimensions. You had also been getting ready to leave, before receiving word from Lyla that Miguel requested a private meeting in his lab.

Now, the next few monitors almost made a scream leap from your mouth.

At first glance you might've assumed it was just another earth Miguel was keeping in his watch rotation. But upon closer scrutiny, you found the high resolution footage oddly familiar. And that's because it was more than familiar.

The queen-sized bed with Hello Kitty sheets. The desk chair piled with last weeks laundry left unfolded. The pajamas crumpled on the floor, which had been tossed aside hurriedly, in exchange for a Spider-Suit this morning.

You were looking at your own fucking room.

And that was just one monitor. Your eyes darted around in pure horror, seeing the street your apartment resided on, the office you worked your daytime job in, even the park you walked your damn dog in.

"Look at me, Y/N," uttered Miguel softly. It was too gentle for a man that was clearly bat-shit crazy.

You returned your gaze to him, cautiously. It took everything in your power to hold it, knowing you were staring into the eyes of a deranged stalker.

"What the the fuck did I just see?"

"What do you mean?"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB," your voice quivered. From within his grasp, you nodded your head towards the monitors.

"You...you've been spying on me."

Disappointed, Miguel removed his hand from your face to pinch the bridge of his nose. He closed his eyes and exhaled.

"Ah, hermosa, it's less spying and more, well, proteger."

"Protecting?" Your voice dripped with incredulity.

He reopened his eyes, rubies of warmth, and beamed a satisfied smile.

"Si, protecting you."

"Either protecting has a different definition in 2099, or you must think I'm an absolute moron."