#spiderverse fluff

To the people around him though, not so much. Civilians run away in fear from the glowing red fog around you as if it’ll burn them. His fellow spider people look at you with the eyes of their masks blown wide from either fear or as if they’re looking at the most disturbing thing in the world. To Gwen, your laughter is a taunt, telling them to try their luck after you turned Ben Riley into a hopping frog, who is now inside Gwen’s pocket. To them, you’re just another anomaly they have to wrangle and bring back home.

To Hobie though, he wants to put his charms to the test. Ned’s right, he really does have a type.

“Gwendy, I have an idea.” Hobie blinks out of his stupor as the two of them swing away before the cement truck plunges down onto the concrete.

“It better be a good one, Hobie, because we are losing!”

“Never use the ‘L’ word!” Lyla interrupts, her hologram popping out of nowhere as she sits above the head of the former Spider-Man now turned frog. “Don’t jinx us! But you’re right, it better be a brilliant one, Hobie!” He croaks in agreement.

Gwen dodges a piece of debris, a hand shielding the poor Spider-Man in her pocket. “What is it? Tell us!”

“I need you lot to go away for a bit.”

Gwen stares at him like he grew two heads, whilst Lyla scrunches her digital nose at him. “What?”

“Trust me. I can see through her.” He’s eager to test his hypothesis.

“Unless x-ray vision is suddenly a power of yours then I don’t think your plan is any better than our ‘dodging and trying to stay alive plan.’”

“Jus’ trust me on this, Gwendy.”

Gwen knows that he won’t let up. She knows him enough that Hobie will do it with or without her approval.

Sighing, she glances at you as you float above a colourful Manhattan, laughing, eyes bright red as your fingers twist and turn eerily like tree branches during a hurricane. You’re technically not hurting anyone on purpose, you’re trying to avoid the army of spiders that were called to put a stop to you when the only crime you did was fall into the earth and land in a place that is unfamiliar to you. Of course you’d retaliate, of course you’d defend yourself when they disturbed you having a nice cup of coffee on a side walk as you munched on a donut that is now a street pancake that has the unmistakable footprint of a spider person.

Hobie hates it too when someone disturbs him while he’s having his afternoon tea and biscuits. He felt a kinship with you the moment he saw tears ebb from your eyes as you stared at the fallen donut. He really did try to talk to you when he was the one who first saw you after he was called to this dimension. Clearly you weren’t from around here when you looked like you crawled out of an apocalypse movie that Yuri always begs him and the band to watch with her. Despite all the grime on your face and the fingerless wool gloves that are a fashion faux pas together with a faded yellow raincoat, Hobie thought you were the most glorious woman he has ever seen with his own eyes.

The two of you talked for a while, and he managed to learn some things from you that weren’t on the dossier he was sent before tackling the mission. The conversation was easy, lighthearted, and the way his heart skipped a beat the moment he made you laugh felt like a victory to him.

You were about to go willingly with them after you told him that you’re going to finish your snack first but alas, Ben fucking Riley had to be the impatient hero and grabbed your arm whilst you were mid bite. Hobie can still feel the sheer warmth that went off like a bomb, followed by the red smoke that filled your eyes and flowed out of your fingertips. He thought he saw his life flash in his eyes, but in truth, he saw his life with you flash in his mind, like a film reel that almost feels real to him. You living with him in his houseboat, cuddling on his beat up couch, feeding him spoonfuls of pasta, the works, all the sweet and tender couple stuff that he once scoffed at.

“...fine. But don’t come crying to me when she breaks your heart.” Gwen sighs, rolling her eyes at the delirious punk.

“Or she might mend it.” With a smirk, Hobie jumps away from the building and swings towards you.

“Men.” Gwen and Lyla say at the same time as the latter tells the other spiders to fall back and watch the punk closely.

One of the spiders opens a bet, whether Hobie gets flung away like a rag doll the moment he gets close to you, whilst the other half, or most likely just three spider people, bet that he’d manage to calm you down. Gwen might’ve rolled her eyes at Hobie’s plan, but she’s betting on the latter. If Hobie doesn’t have x-ray vision, he definitely has the power of charisma that she has seen work a few times.

“Lovie! It’s me—!” Hobie dodges a spiked thing you conjured. “It’s Hobie! The bloke who made you snort out coffee!”

“Fuck off!” You scream as more clouds of red smoke appear from your fingertips. “You’re one of them!”

“Listen—” a trunk tire almost hits him right in his gut. It reminds him of a donut, which gives him a bright idea. “Jus’— hold on!”

“Just leave me alone!” With one swift hand movement, you lift a car using your telekinesis and fling it over to him.

Hobie is suddenly nowhere to be seen, you half expected him to become a street pancake like your squished donut, but he’s gone from your line of sight. The other spiders hide from you, and your fury ebbs out of you slightly when you notice the destruction you have caused.

You’re slowly floating down to the ground, guilt marring your features, staring at how everyone looks at you with fear in their eyes.

“Love.” Hobie appears from behind, and you whirl towards him, wispy smoke following your quick movements as your hands lift up in front of you in a defensive position. Instead of an attack hurled right at you, you see a big pink box in his arm, all filled with various donuts, strawberry, chocolate, matcha, the works. “I’ve got these for you.”

Your crimson eyes flicks towards his face, and you find that he’s maskless, smiling at you softly. He’s devastatingly handsome. “They’re all mine?”

“Of course, and you get the first pick.” Hobie’s eyes crinkles in the corners as he watches your expression soften. “You’re alright, lovie, we’re not goin’ to hurt you.”

Your feet are on solid ground, now eye level with him as the red wisps of smoke curls around you calmly. “You got them for me?” You ask like it’s the most ridiculous thing someone would do, and at the same time the sweetest thing someone could do for you.

“Yeah, I’ve got two of the same donut that got stepped on.” Smiling, Hobie inches closer to you as your chest heaves up and down. “I know that you haven’t had any sweets in years.”

“It’s all…death there, Hobie.” You look smaller as you stand there in the middle of all the debris and chaos.

“Come with me then, we’ll have all the sweets you want.” He’s much closer now, a mere arm’s length that you could see yourself in the reflection of the metal spikes on his shoulders.

“You’ll just take me back!” Clouds of the blood red smoke appear from under you, eyes glowing in the same hue. “I don’t want to go back!”

“No, love, ‘m not takin’ you back.” Closing the donut box, his hand tentatively extends over to you. “We’re goin’ to my world, where it’s safer, where you can rest properly, yeah? Does that sound alright?”

Your shoulders visibly ease, fingers flexing to your side as the smoke fades away and the anger flickers away from your eyes. “Your home?”

“Yeah, it’s not much, but,” Shrugging, he hands you the whole box, a sign of trust. “it’s home.”

“They’ll get angry.” Your eyes unstick from the sweet smelling box to gaze into his mismatched eyes that you can see yourself into.

“Who will?” His finger moves a stray hair away from your face, a touch so gentle and mindful that you almost keeled over from the affection that you haven’t felt in years. “I’ll fuckin’ fight ‘em off.”

“You’ll fight your friends for me?” Your gaze searches for any lies hidden inside his eyes, you don’t need to use your powers to know that he's telling the truth, that he’s genuine. “Hobie, they’re your friends.”

“If they’re against you then I’m against them.” His pierced lips curl into a gentle smile. “You’re safe, love. I’ll make sure of that. Most of ‘em are wankers anyway.”

Wetting your lips, and biting the inside of your cheek, you turn towards the group of spiders that watches the interaction with worry. “What if they hurt you?”

Shrugging, he chortles under his breath. “They have to send a whole bloody army to do that, lovie.”

A lopsided smile appears on your soot covered face, marred but still beautiful in Hobie’s eyes. “Then I’ll protect you too.”

Hobie’s chest bursts open with pink hearts, warmth running through him. “I won’t even stop you.”

You laugh, actually laugh wholeheartedly as your thumb brushes along his knuckles faintly. “Can we have tea with the donuts?”

“Absolutely, anythin’ you want.”

You and Hobie disappear into a glowing portal before anyone else could yank you away and force you to come back to your dilapidated reality. Miguel watches the footage with clenched teeth and shaking knuckles, trying to crack the code on how Hobie barred everyone from going to his universe where you’re safe and sound, and especially, happy.

"You didn't have to wait up for me you know, I don't mind cuddling up next to my-" He stopped talking once his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom and he saw your eyes red from crying, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You nodded. You were about to explain when he was in front of you in a flash, his hands pressing and prodding, looking you over. The bed dipped to one side under Miguel's weight, his worried expression turning a little angry, " Where does it hurt? Who hurt you? I'll make them regret it!"

You let out a long heavy sigh. Taking one of his hands you placed it above your heart and then pointed your finger at him, finally meeting his eyes with your being full of tears, "You hurt me."

"What?" He looked like you just slapped him, which would have been preferable, he would hardly feel that. But your words, they cut deep. "What do you mean? Was I rough with you last night? You told me it was-"

"Oh for gods sake Miguel, I'm not talking about that. I'm not physically hurt." You backed up a bit, putting some space between you two. It was a little empty space, easy to close, yet it felt like you were worlds, universes apart, "I don't ever see you anymore. You go on missions, you come back, you... fuck me and then you leave. Do you really not get how that makes me feel? How... used and alone I feel?"

The sex was good. The sex was damn good. Perfect even. He was so close to you, he was smiling at you, you were one with him, holding him, feeling him everywhere, kissing him. But those moments, they passed way too quickly for your liking and then you were empty and alone again.

"Is that really how you feel?" He sounded like he couldn't wrap his head around what you were saying. At the same time you could see it on his face that he was putting the puzzle pieces together. "I love you, more then anything, you're the most important person in this or any universe to me. I... would stop. If you wanted me to. We could settle down, buy a bigger house, start a family, like we talked about."

"How? How can you say that when you leave without... without even telling me? Your job is important, I understand that, but for the love of god Miguel, I'm your girlfriend! I at least deserve to know when you're leaving don't I? What if... what if one day you... what if you don't come back to me?" You started hiccuping while you cried, your body shaking from the wave of emotions that you were finally able to unleash. There was a part of you that felt like it was selfish, that Miguel wasn't yours to keep and that doing so would mean a lot of people would get hurt. Did you deserve him in the first place?

Miguel's arms wrapped around your smaller frame, you could hear his heart beating quickly, you could feel him shaking along with you while he balanced himself on his knees, his suit flickering on and off. "I would never abandon you. Even if I have to crawl back from Hell itself I'd find a way to come back to you. I made up my mind long ago, when I die it will when we're both old and I lost all my hair."

"And we have grandkids running around?" You whisper against his chest, voice still raw from crying and nose stuffed from sniffles.

"So many grandkids. We're gonna have a big family, just like we planned. I know its hard right now but its almost over okay? Then we can settle down anywhere you want." Miguel cupped the back of your head as his lips pressed to your forehead, lingering there for the longest time, "Nothing is more important then you. Nothing."

"I want at least three kids." He nodded, "A big house in the country side." A nod, "A big, cuddly dog." Another nod, "And you in my bed every night." He kissed you, not caring the least that you tasted like tears. But he didn't stop there. His hands lifted you up by the hips, your legs wrapping around his body as you felt yourself being lowered on the bed.

to someone else, possibly, it could seem that she is overreacting but to you it tore you into some indescribable. miles is the type of person to keep everything to himself but when he met you all of that changed and was happy he did meet you, he really did. so now him saying he never wished he did, felt like you've just been stringed along this entire time. you know he said it out of anger and you know he didn't mean it but the thoughts swarming in your head, the train of thoughts being filled with passengers of insecurities overrules it in a millisecond.

“ ‘m not leaving” he shakes his head, sighing softly. “please just let me explain myself— explain what miles?” you cut him off abruptly, roughly rubbing your now irritated eye.

“you said it, it’s been said and it seems like you’ve been meaning to say it for a while now” you mumbled, not having the energy to even speak.

“i was just- ma, i was just overthinking and you were just talking to me at the same time so it was just too much for me to focus in that moment baby okay? i’m sorry” he apologizes, his expression turned into a slight look of desperation. “open the door for me? please?” he asks, quietly.

again it was silent and it was something he didn’t like either. the silence continues for at least 2 minutes before he hears the door unlock and open. he is revealed to his tired looking girl, eyes red and puffy from crying, and body stance just lazy looking all ready to give up.

he stares at you with a look of guilt and regret. he walks towards you slowly and cups your face into his calloused hands , just watching your every move 'n seeing you lean into his warm hands, closing your eyes with a quiet sigh, not knowing what say towards your boyfriend at all in the moment. it was just like that for what felt like forever. just him watching your face and all of your features carefully like he wouldn't remember If you were to just disappear right now.

"baby I-" he cuts himself off, wanting to word his messed up and crazy thoughts properly. "I love you- I'm in love with you" he mumbles, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your cheek and getting you to open your red eyes to look at him tiredly. "I never. ever. want you not to be in my life…no lo entiendes (you don’t understand), I need you." his voice gets deeper but softer as he moves his head closer to yours, placing his forehead gently on your own. "today I failed you as your boyfriend by saying something that I didn't even mean to you..I know what I said was wrong, I do mama, I do. I never meant to hurt you…" he whispers, pecking your lips softly. "I can't and wouldn't ever leave you alone, knowing I hurt you like this and enough to make you cry…thats something I wouldn't be able to even go up to my mother and tell her" he chuckles half heartedly, shaking his head and exhaling.

"..I am really sorry mami" he then kisses you deeply, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you in closer just to feel your body against his own. you sigh once more, hugging him and kissing him back with two hands on either side of his face. he relaxes and picks you up, lips still intact and carries you to your bed, sitting down and placing you on his lap. you both separate for some air, panting lightly with you both just staring at each other again. he cups your face with one hand, looking at you straight in the eye with a soft look. "you're so beautiful" you frown and let a tear push out your eye but it didn't get a chance to roll down your cheek because of miles wiping it away. "no more crying okay? im so so sorry" he rubs your back.

"smile for me?…please?" he asks, watching you sniffle but slowly move the corner of your lips upwards into that beautiful smile of yours, so damn contagious it makes him give you that sweet small smile back. you now smile wider and hug him tightly once again.

"please don't do that ever again" you whisper, cheek against his shoulder. he nods and kisses your temple longingly.

"I won't even think of yelling at you again" he promises to himself and to you.

"I promise"