IMAGINE: Miguel Variant x Fem!Reader x Miguel O'Hara
Color codes:
• Red: Miguel O'Hara
•Blue: Miguel's variant
•Violet: Both of them
•Pink: Reader
Note: Pay close attention to the changes of color so you'll understand the story well
A version of Miguel's variant was married to his wife but was widowed 2 years later due to a canon event and it left him with great depression and loneliness for the next 4 years. One day there was an anomaly in his universe and Miguel went to stop the disturbance which was just a few meters away from Miguel's home. He watched Miguel fight for hours that felt like forever and was in complete shock to find out that the person beating that anomaly's ass was like some sort of clone of him.
He looked so much like him, he sounded like him, and he moved like him. They were both so similar except for the fact that Miguel was a whole spider society's leader, while he was just an employee from Alchemax.
Since Miguel didn't have a spider sense, he didn't sense his variant stalking him out of pure curiosity.
Just then, Miguel got a call and he found him smiling subtly at his gizmo— or whatever that is, as it emitted a holographic figure of his wife.
Miguel, upon seeing this, felt a wave of relief, surprise, happiness, and anger at the same time.
He was relieved because he saw that even in another universe, he was married to the same person and he would love it if it would stay that way.
He was surprised because he thought that she was supposed to be dead since his wife was dead.
He was happy to hear the voice of his wife again—more like a variant of his wife's voice, and he was mad because he thought that life was being unfair to him.
'Why is my variant's wife still alive—but mine is gone? Is it possible that there are more variants of me out there and their wife's still alive? This is so unfair.'
He thought to himself.
———
After about an hour of talking, Miguel opened up a portal that led back to his home and this piqued his interest.
He waited for Miguel to enter first and immediately followed before the portal closed.
Luckily for him, Miguel was transported to an area with a lot of free spaces to hide in— he was at an advantage, for now.
After Miguel exited the room, he took this chance to wander around the place for a bit, trying to familiarize himself with the roads, buildings, and the distant skyline as he looked at every corner with awe and amusement.
Of course, he didn't forget to change his appearance with the extra clean clothes he found in the previous room hoping that it will do a good disguise for him despite his large physique that stands out.
———
It took him not longer than an hour to finally find Miguel and decided to follow him to his home where he and his wife probably lived in together.
His mind was nervous and scared but his body was trembling with excitement and his eyes beamed with happiness hoping that sooner or later, he'll be able to see his wife again.
Well, yes, he knew that she wasn't exactly his wife, but it didn't matter to Miguel because right now, he was desperate. So desperate to see her, to hold her, to touch her and feel her warmth on his body again.
Oh how long he have missed her and long have he yearned for her to appear before his eyes again.
———
Miguel felt that the universe was blessing him with luck and was in favour of what he was doing.
He managed to follow Miguel back to his home safely without being seen as suspicious since their home was near a crowded and popular area among tourists, and people were very nice to each other and to him, meaning he was able to slide past the guards on watch and curious bystanders who look like they would throw a bottle if they figured out your dark intentions.
Miguel then stayed at a nearby alley near his variant's house and waited till the next day for Miguel to leave again before taking action.
As he watched him walk away and disappear from his sight, he could feel his cold sweat, the shivers, and his whole body shake while he slowly walked towards the door.
His wife was just inside. She was just right behind that door.
She wouldn't know—right?
After all, they're almost exactly the same.
The door had a keyhole and he was kinda frustrated knowing he doesn't have the key at all, but there was an emergency pad where it used the owner's fingerprint and handprint in order to open the door.
Miguel was kind of nervous at first, but after he let the machine scan his hand, the light that was once red turned green at his touch.
He was overjoyed.
Upon entering the house, he was afloat with the amount of coziness and homey feeling this house gave. He admired the decorations, the furniture, the books on the floor and the small mugs with deep red lipstick stains that surrounded the mouth place.
Then he came across the photos that rested on the tables and the ones that were hung on the walls. He was focused on the smiling and loving face of his wife that he longed to see again, and he adored the way how she still loved to wear satin dresses that shined under the sun along with every step she took.
He then picked up a small framed photo that sat on a drawer—it was one of her wedding photo copies, and it showed her and his variant in a beautiful chapel as they held each other in their arms, with her head rested on his chest.
Just then, he heard the door from the second floor shut close and he scurried to return the photos in their rightful places and order and sat down the couch, trying to act as normal as possible.
"Honey?" The lady asked in a tired and surprised tone.
Miguel couldn't believe it. For the past 4 years he was the loneliest he has ever been.
Crying every night as he held the dress his wife last wore, looking through their wedding album during his insomniac nights while he stroked himself as he listened to the recordings of her voice in his phone.
He went to places that they both loved, hoping to ease the heaviness in his chest but it just made it worse knowing that he's going to be alone and will always be alone when walking the paths that he and his wife loved when she was alive.
He was hopeless, but now that she stood infront of him with the warmth and radiance he was most familiar with, he could already feel his heart burst with happiness.
He wanted to cry, to drop to his knees and kiss her hand—he missed her so much, but right now he gotta act right or else things will take the wrong turn.
"Why are you home already? I thought you had work?"
Miguel tried to come up with an en excuse as his eyes wandered around.
"I—I forgot something.." He said in a slightly nervous tone and tried to keep his demeanor clean, as if he wasn't fighting the urge to pull his hair out of his scalp just a few minutes earlier.
Miguel stood and his height towered his wife whose head just reached the bottom of his chin.
Slowly and hesitantly, he lifted his hand and caressed her cheek with his thumb. His skin touching hers alone was enough to send shivers down his spine.
"Miguel? Is everything alright?" The unsuspecting wife asked.
But before he could even speak, Miguel's body gave up and pulled her into a tight embrace like he has never hugged someone in a hundred years.
'Finally—Finally I'm able to be with you again.' He thought to himself as his arms tightened around her body.
"Oh my," The woman hugged him back as she let out a soft chuckle. "Have you been stressed lately?"
He couldn't say anything else anymore. It felt like his heart was in his throat so all he could manage was a soft nod as his head rested on the crook of her neck.
She gave his back a few several pats before pulling away from the hug, and cupping his cheeks to kiss his forehead.
Miguel felt the warmth spread across his body down to his very bones as she did so, and this made him want to stay in this universe even more without second thoughts.
"Mi amor..." Miguel let out a heavy sigh. "I- I know this might be random for you but I've missed you." He placed his forehead onto hers as he closed his eyes and rested his hands on her waist.
"Yeah, you're so random," She chuckled. "But I've missed you too."
After a few moments of hugging and caressing each other's face, the both of them sat down and his wife decided that it might be the nice time to talk about their issues in their marriage— not knowing that this man wasn't her original husband at all.
"Love, I've been meaning to tell you that you've been neglecting me lately."
Miguel's eyes widened at what she said, because how on earth could her Miguel neglect her when he'd do anything to spend time with her, even for just a few seconds.
"... I'm sorry. How long have you been feeling that way?" Miguel asked as he gently held her hand that was resting on her lap.
"About 2 months now. Everyday the noises you make when you get ready for work kinda wakes me up, but you never wake me up to say goodbye or at least kiss me before you leave" she sighed.
———
After the two talked for almost 3 hours, Miguel was determined to spend time with her in his variant's place and still hoped that he wouldn't get caught. It may seem like a selfish act but he loved his wife dearly that he couldn't let go of her, no matter how many years have passed. He still loved her the same.
———
This man continued seeing his wife for 3 months straight. Some of his neighbors would get unsettled by his sudden change of personality from time to time (Mind you that Miguel was the type to be cold towards people he's not comfortable with and this Miguel was a friendly and warmly energetic type) but they were glad Miguel decided to interact with them more.
The house also started to have some changes in the atmosphere whenever he was around and his wife felt the happiest when she was with him.
Sometimes at certain points, she would find the difference of his behavior during the day compared to his behavior during the night kind of odd, but it didn't matter.
Deep down, she knows that the Miguel she spends the day with wasn't the same Miguel yet she was happy with the love and attention he has given her for the past 3 months.
Miguel was still wondering why he hasn't been caught yet but he was thankful that his wife didn't bring up their moments to the original Miguel and he kinda hoped it would stay that way.
———
One day, Miguel called that he was coming home late so he decided to go back to his wife immediately to stay a bit longer after making up excuses why he went home after he said that he'll be coming home late.
Delighted and comfortable in each other's presence, the two's casual conversation in the kitchen ended up getting taken to the dim-lit bedroom as they both held each other with their naked bodies touching with every move and whispered each other's names in their ears.
They were submerged in lustful pleasure and euphoria that they didn't care about their surroundings at all. Their eyes were focused on each other and to each other alone, and their lips said nothing but sweet affirmations, quiet gasps & moans, and a single name they were fond of most.
"What the hell is going on here?! What are you doing with my wife?!"
Well, shit.
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