#like he has so many people to keep him in check i don’t think atsv is gonna be a vld 2.0

[tunasama13]

Everyone acting like Hobie and Miles are gonna fight over a girl when there’s so many dumbass teenager stuff they could do together, like for instance, playing this game called, “Try not to get fucking murdered by your angry Spider-Force leader (Miguel) who you just woke up by blasting the loudest goddamn heavy metal song in existence” or eating pizza at like 2am and staring at anyone who looks at them the wrong way

[vileviale]

Miguel x Reader Fanfic! (Pt. 1 of 2)

I tried to incorporate the female gaze as much as I could while also trying to stay true to Miguel’s cold and moody personality. Hopefully, I still showed that the characters love each other, however. Idk. Lemme know what you think! I haven’t made a short story in YEARS, and I’ve certainly never made a fanfic before. Also, I interpreted the drug he injects himself with in ATSV as a depressant instead of a stimulant but looking back it’s probably the latter. Also I used they/them pronouns so anyone can read it. And no, I’m not telling you the plot bc ITS A SECRET

Tw: nothing explicit, just fluff I think is the word, but there is gore, blood, violence, mentions of death, and all that good stuff

Word count: like 2500-3000 I think?

You never liked it when Miguel was “at work”.

In your defense, it was impossible not to worry when you imagined him out in whatever universe, fighting something that could take his life at any moment. A few hours ago, you’d been sitting comfortably in your favorite chair, typing away at an email that was turning out to be quite complicated. But the clicking of your keys stopped when Miguel explained that Lila had discovered a Lizard variant in the wrong universe, and he needed to put it back in its own. Before he could leave, you grabbed his hand, so much larger compared to your own. It felt dry and rough as you held it.

You let out a sigh. “I know I can’t force you to stay here.”

“C’mon, are we doing this again? Don’t stress about it,” he persisted. “I’m gonna be fine.”

That wasn’t exactly the case. The nature of his work meant Miguel always came back with at least a few scrapes and bruises. But it was pointless to argue. His job was essential for keeping the multiverse together, and no amount of bickering could change that. 

“Just be safe out there, okay?”

 He rolled his eyes. “I’ve heard that far too many times.”

“You’re my boyfriend. It’s my job to worry about you.” You forced a small smile.

“Don’t. It’ll take two seconds, trust me,” he insisted, pecking your forehead and letting go of your hand. “I’m sorry, but I can’t stay any longer.” He tapped his dimension-jumping watch, and a portal of dizzying oranges and blues appeared. “See you as soon as I get back.”

“Love you!”, you called after him before he could step inside. He froze for a second, then turned and mumbled with a soft grin: “Love you too.” He still wasn’t used to people telling him that. 

You watched Miguel walk through the portal until it suddenly whirled out of existence. Turning your head back to your computer, you tried to finish the rest of your work, but your mind was blank and distant. It always was when he left.

Four hours had gone by since then. Four hours too long. That pesky email had been sent, and you had straightened up the house out of stress. Now you were back in your chair, fidgeting with your necklace and constantly checking the time on your watch. Each time you did, your heart seemed to twist into a tighter knot. Eventually, the tension was too great. You jumped up to grab your suit, but then just as quickly sat back down.

‘Grow up,’ you thought to yourself. ‘He’s a big boy; he can handle it himself. Besides, I’d probably get in the way.’ People had called you a strong fighter, even for a Spider-variant, but you knew yourself well enough that your constant protection of Miguel would only lengthen the fight. That was something that couldn’t be risked. The longer the variant was out of his universe, the greater chances of it breaking canon. Besides, if Miguel needed help, Lila could always call on Jess, Ben, or other Spiders. 

Almost as soon as you sat back down, Lila appeared above your watch. You interjected before she could speak.

“Is Miguel okay? Has he come back yet?”

She winced. “He’s back… but he isn’t looking too good. That’s why I’m calling you.”

You felt like the floor had been pulled from under you. “What? What’s wrong?”

“The variant was a lot stronger than he realized. I called Jess for backup, but by the time she came, it had already landed a few strikes. The Lizard’s contained now, but Miguel’s pretty scratched up.”

“What do you mean by ‘scratched up’? How hurt is he?”

“He has several gashes. They’re deep, but haven’t hurt anything vital. The main problem right now is blood loss. He fought injured for a while before we got the chance to put gauze on, and it shows. He told me not to tell anyone about this, especially you.” She rolled her eyes. “You know how he is.”

“Ugh, of course he did. Where is he right now?”

“We’re at his place; just me and him. He actually told Jess to leave after she helped him in. Guess I shouldn’t be surprised, though. I’m trying to convince him to ask for help so it looks better when I tell him I already did, buuuut it’s not working out too great.”

“Keep trying. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” You rushed to your room to grab your suit. “Did you call 911?”

“I told Jess to get Dr. Parker as she was leaving. I thought the ambulance lights would be too much on his eyes, especially in his condition, and I’ve seen Doc patch up worse in places far more hostile.”

“Still, I’d want him in a hospital, just to be safe. But thank you, Lila. If there are any updates on his health, let me know. I’ll see you soon.” She nodded and vanished.

You changed into your spider suit, activated your watch, and rushed through the portal to Nueva York. After passing through it, you jumped out swiftly, swinging as fast as you could from building to building. The Lobby felt more crowded than ever as you tried to weave your way between countless spider variants. When you got to his house, you found Miguel, back turned, sitting in the center of the floor and breathing heavily. One of his hands was holding red-stained gauze on his shoulder, the other on his leg. Blood ran down his arm until it dripped at the crook of his elbow. It was painful to see him this way. Just looking at the blood made your heart ache. 

As you moved closer, you heard Miguel and Lila’s raised voices. You closed the door behind you without a sound and eavesdropped into their conversation.

“For the last time Lila, I’m not calling anyone. I can stitch these myself.” Miguel grunted as he tried to stand up. But as soon as he put weight on his shoulder, he collapsed. “Later on.”

Lila crossed her arms. “Mhm, tell yourself that. And I know you’ve never picked up a needle and thread in your life. Just look- Oh!” Lila caught you out of the corner of her eye and turned to face you. “You got here quick.” Miguel spun around and faced you with a shocked expression, then quickly turned irritable again. “Lila!” he berated. He looked pale, and you could see the weariness in his eyes.

“Sorry, Mr. I-can-do-everything-myself. But I thought your partner might want to, y’know, check on you? Juuuust in case you die or something.”

Miguel looked down and furrowed his brows. “That’s not gonna happen. I’m fine; everything’s under control.” 

Lila threw her hands up and turned to you. “You see what I have to deal with?” 

You knelt down next to Miguel. “Honey, you’re hurt. Bad. Dr. Parker’s on his way, but I’d really like to see you in a hospital.”

“No. I just- I really need to be left alone right now.” Miguel glanced around agitatedly. His muscles were tense, and he breathed rapidly. You gave him a puzzled look. For a man who was stoic 24/7, this wasn’t normal behavior, even if he was hurt. “Please, just go,” he pleaded. “You’re gonna make things worse.”

“And just how would I make things worse? I don’t know who convinced you that ‘manning up’ is refusing help until you die, but I’m not leaving you like this.”

Your spidey senses suddenly tingled. You looked around, but there was no one besides Miguel, Lila, and you. Instinctively, you reached out and pulled Miguel close. “Something strange is- “

“GET AWAY FROM ME!”, he roared. You flipped backward, landing several feet away from Miguel in a crouched, defensive pose. He curled from you, baring his dagger-like fangs, and snarled. His irises glowed like embers, and his claws grated the ground. For a moment, the separation between human and animal was indistinctive. But just as suddenly as it became vague, his eyes darkened to a calmer shade of red, and his muscles loosened. Guilt washed over his face.“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me. Are you alright?”

“What the fuck was that?!” you yelled as you rose. There was a burning sensation on your arm, and you looked down. Beneath your suit’s torn sleeve were five gashes, shallow and nearly bloodless, but still painful. “I’m fine,” you snapped, turning your body to hide your arm. It wasn’t the only thing hurting. Inside, your heart raced with adrenaline, and you clutched your hands hard to keep them from trembling. ‘The last thing I want is Miguel to see me scared,’ you thought. ‘Two can play the I-have-no-feelings-but-rage game.’ 

 “How long’s it been since his last injection?”, you asked Lila, who had hidden on your shoulder.

“16.7 hours,” she grimaced. “I told him he should take it before we tried to capture the variant, but he refused. Usually I wouldn’t let him, but he had the audacity to shut me down. I figured out how to reboot later and woke up in the middle of him fighting. Somehow,” she sighed, “Lila finds a way.”

Miguel interjected. “That was-“ 

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it,” you interrupted before he could protest. He looked down and turned slightly red. Whether it was with anger or embarrassment was unclear. “Where’s the depressant?”, you demanded. 

“In my center drawer.” He pointed to his desk. “There should be several.”

You jumped over him and landed lightly in front of the desk. Pulling the drawer open, you immediately found the green vials rolling inside, along with the injection gun, and inserted the closest one into it. “Catch!”, you called as you tossed the gun towards Miguel. Right now, it was too risky to simply hand it to him. Miguel grabbed it mid-air and slammed it into his arm. He flinched, but quickly relaxed again, even more than before.

“It’s okay now.” His soft eyes, back to their normal shade of brown, beckoned you to come. “I’m okay now.”

You ran over and wrapped your arms around him, which was almost impossible to do given his size. Hot, angry tears silently ran down your face. Miguel melted into you as the raise and lowering of his chest started to slow. As you embraced, you noticed Lila standing on the floor, mouthing “You good?” silently to you. She gave a thumbs up, thumbs sideways, and a thumbs down, indicating you to choose one. You gave her a thumbs sideways back. She nodded. “Imma go in ‘sleep mode’,” she whispered. “I’ll still keep an eye on Miguel’s vitals, but I’ll essentially be ‘gone’. It’ll give you guys some time to talk.”

“Thank you,” you whispered back. Lila smiled, raised a peace sign, and disappeared.

“I’m so sorry,” Miguel breathed as you let go of him. “I wasn’t myself; I would never intentionally hurt you.” He looked up at your reddened eyes, and his face suddenly grew full of concern. “Querida, por favor no llores.” He gently, like a moth’s wing, wiped the tears from your cheeks with the back of his hand.

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” you confessed with a small, wavering laugh. “I guess I just got startled. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

“You shouldn’t have. Listen: you have every reason to be upset right now.” He lifted your chin with his thumb. “I know I just told you not to cry, but if you need to, go ahead.”

You looked at the ground and smiled, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “Ok. Thank you,” your stammered. You took a moment to slow your breathing. “Can you- explain what just happened? If you can.”

“I don’t want to make any excuses, but if it will make you feel better, I’ll try.” His eyes searched the ground. “When I got injured, I couldn’t tell the drug was wearing off, though looking back it couldn’t be more obvious. I felt so- afraid. And vulnerable even. I don’t know why, but I had this idea in my head that everyone was trying to hurt me. And when you grabbed me, my first instinct was to protect myself.” He finally looked up and into your eyes.  “The worst part was I didn’t see you as… you. I just saw a threat.”

“Miguel, it’s really okay, trust me,” you persisted. “But… promise me to never lose control like that again. Not just for me, but for everyone’s sake.”

“Of course, love. I promise. I should’ve listened to Lila and taken the drug much earlier.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He paused. “I didn’t want it to lessen my strength before I captured the variant. I wanted to be as prepared as possible. Not that it helped anyway,” he complained, looking at his hurt leg. “I thought I had enough time to inject the serum afterward, but capturing the variant was... rough, and I came back much later than I anticipated.” He looked down, and his eyes suddenly grew wide. “Your arm! Did I- Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you persisted. “It’s barely even bleeding anymore, see? It’s high time I designed a better suit anyways.”

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry I- “

“Shuuuush”, you hushed him. “It’s nothing. I don’t want you to worry about what happened anymore, okay?”

“You’re my partner. It’s my job to worry about you.” He gave a weak smile.

You laughed. “Touché. But really, you barely broke skin. The suit did most of its job.” 

“Ok. I just- I wanna make sure it’s 100 percent fine.”

“I’m sure, I’m sure.”

“Alright.”

You thought hard for a moment. “If we could find a way to separate the depressant’s physical effects from its mental ones, we could change their concentrations to keep your strength, but save your mind.”

“That could work,” Miguel replied. He furrowed his brows in thought. “Or we could add another mental depressant to it. That would be much easier than separating its components.” He slapped his forehead. “Should’ve thought of that ages ago. It’s gonna take a minute to find the right neural inhibitor, but it’s worth the trouble.” You gave him a look. “What?”, he asked.

“Sometimes I forget that you’re a nerd too,” you laughed. “Big guys like you aren’t supposed to know what ‘neural inhibitor’ means.”

“So I’m supposed to be an idiot then?”

You shrugged. “It’d suit you better.”

“Y’know, I really needed that. Thanks,” he sneered lightheartedly. “You should be thankful that my heads a little fuzzy, otherwise I would’ve come up with an incredibly brutal comeback.”

“Riiight, right. Wait. How fuzzy are we talking?”