Do you think maybe you could do a quick Miguel fic of him being supportive/comforting to spider-girl cause she’s been working too hard and stretched herself a bit thin trying to make everyone happy? I’ve read all your Miguel stories and it feels like it fits LMAO (I love love love all of your stuff btw you’re one of my fav Miguel writers)
thank you for your request! grumpy miguel comforts a tired spidergirl. 1.2k
Miguel doesn't bother looking down at the thwipping sound of a web connecting with the platform. You're the only person he knows well enough, who knows him well enough, to come up without asking.
"Woah," you say, pulling yourself onto the platform with altogether too much force, taking a running stumble at him as you try to keep your balance.
Miguel puts a hand out to catch you without looking away from his screen. "Careful."
"Thanks, handsome," you croon, though it's missing its signature pep.
Miguel does look up, then, dragging his attention from the monitors to rake it over you. You have your mask on, which is odd but not unheard of, and your posture is tight. The majority of your weight is being held on one foot, and when he follows your leg upward, your thigh is curving outward. How weird.
You pull away from him gently and shimmy over to the desk you've stolen, a mountain of your things that topples intermittently lying in wait for your return. As soon as you approach, the flying droid you take on missions whizzes into the air and dances around your shoulders, not unlike the way you move yourself.
"Come over here," Miguel says.
"No," you say primly, "you're in a strange mood."
"You've been here for two seconds," he says. If he were in a strange mood, it's not as if you could've already gathered that from so little observation.
"Yeah, and you're not usually eager to have me near," you say. True and untrue.
"Come here."





