#spiververse

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haven't posted this here yet

[bunnieswithknives]

Im sure you all know I love roleswap AUs by now. Anyways hero Spot AU cause I've seen spiderverse like 3 times now, mans finally put on some clothes ♥

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T R A P S O U L

42!Miles x fem!OC

Part 2 of the 42!Miles x fem!OC series

WC: 1277

Nonviolent communication.

Nonviolent communication is based on historical principles of nonviolence.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

It reminds us what we already instinctively know about how good it feels to connect with another human being.

It was just another night. Another fight for Miles’ attention.

But what do you do when you’re falling and you can’t find anything to hold on to?

Nothing.

It was also the night of Jefferson Davis’ promotion party.

‘For Aaron’, he would say. Anytime someone congratulated him on his accomplishment. ‘It’s all for my family and my brother. May he rest in power.’ Anyone could tell he missed his brother. Did he know Aaron was the prowler? Maybe. But he still loved him. So, in honor of him. He worked hard to become captain and provide for his family.

Miles promised to walk Harmony to the party.

So she got ready. A whole three hours before the party even started. She wanted her makeup to look good, she wanted her hair to look good, she wanted her outfit to look good.

Harmony wanted to look good.

For Miles.

Everyday she screamed for his attention. Sometimes it went unnoticed and sometimes it didn’t.

So she learned to count every blessing. There was no promise for tomorrow so she counted every second he dedicated to her. Even if it was small.

Harmony finished getting ready at 5:00.

The time Miles said he would get her.

Perfect.

5:10.

No Miles.

Soon 10 minutes turned into 20.

And 20 into 40.

And 40 into an hour.

And he still never came.

She decided to swallow her pride and not text him. Harmony wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe something came up, she thought.

Instead of saying anything, Harmony grabbed her bag and did a once over in the mirror before leaving.

The sun was setting and the city was alive. There was the well known traffic as well as the bright neon signs being turned on. Food merchants were still out, eager to sell whatever was left in stock before calling it quits for the night. Groups of friends walked past Harmony giggling about whatever joke was said as they passed her.

The fast life she was used to living was all going in slow motion. She got to appreciate the beauty of the city. By herself.

And she enjoyed it.

When Harmony arrived at the party everyone was there.

Except for Miles.

“Hey manmi mwen regrèt anpil mwen an reta.” Harmony said once she found Rio. (Hey mom. I’m so sorry for being late.”

Rio turned her head towards the girl with a bright smile adorning her face. She loved Harmony like the daughter she never had, always eager to speak to her and find out what was going on in her life.

“It’s no worries hija. We’re just glad you were able to make it.”

A smile made its way on the Haitian girl’s face, her eyes scanned the party hoping to find the Morales boy. Rio was quick to notice.

She knew. She knew the girl in front of her was crushing on her son. She also knew that her son was stringing her along. Rio scolded him about it many times, but each time she was met with a ‘It’s nothing mami. Honest’, and each time Rio would sigh and shut the door.

“We don’t know where he is. We checked his room and he was missing.”

The Jones girl nodded in response as the upcoming Captain slotted himself into the conversation. His glasses were slightly askew from the dancing his family dragged him into, but other than that he looked pristine. As always.

Conversations and congratulations were shared between the two, before they drifted off into Harmony’s studies and how her father was doing.

Then Miles came. With someone else.

Gwen.

Harmony watched them distance themselves from the rest of the party. She saw the way Miles looked at Gwen.

He never looked at me like that.

All the years I’ve known him. He never looked at me like I was everything to him.

“Who’s that?” Jeff questioned looking at the new girl that was hanging around his son. She was different. He knew about Harmony’s infatuation.

Everyone knew.

So he was just as confused as the next person when a new girl showed up with his son while he stood next to someone that would put their life on the line for him.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Her heart was racing. She was here. Next to him. And he looked happy.

Content.

He’s never looked this happy before.

Because it was Gwen. The girl that filled all the pages in his notebook. The same girl that he could spend hours talking about. The same girl that Miles was infatuated with.

Gwen Stacy. Not Harmony Jones

The two parents made their way towards them and ended up dragging Harmony with them.

The whole interaction lasted at least fifteen minutes. And the whole time

Miles never looked at Harmony.

He acted like she wasn’t there.

Even when Gwen dipped off and had to leave.

He never talked to her. His eyes were trained on where the blonde once stood.

Harmony finally met the girl that plagued her best friend’s mind. And she was right. She was the complete opposite of her. They shared absolutely nothing in common except for Miles.

But Gwen had Miles more than Harmony did. So they were back to square one.

Having nothing in common.

Because Harmony had to face the facts.

She couldn’t even say that they both had Miles.

Only Gwen had him.

The only thing Harmony had were distant memories that Miles probably didn’t even remember.

The Morales boy left long before the party was over. He went to follow Gwen.

Much to Harmony’s dismay.

This is what happens when Harmony thinks about him. Too caught up in her feelings. Reminiscing.

Next time I’ll be different.

She thought. She would wait on a sign and then come to the idea that it was time for a different prayer that somehow still revolved around Miles.

A boy that didn’t even see her the way she saw him.

She didn’t like being alone, but that’s exactly what happened when she went home. Thoughts of ringing his line flooded her mind as she laid down on her bed staring at her phone. Wishing that he would come home.

To her home.

Harmony wanted to balance her space. Protect her space. But Miles made it hard.

He gave her just enough to stay attached and hold onto him.

The Jones girl didn’t need the pain but with it stemming from Miles Morales, the hero of Brooklyn. She didn’t mind it all that much.

What’s left of us?

She remembered when Miles would tell her everything. When he was her best friend and would find comfort in her for anything. Now he makes promises that he doesn’t live up to. He ditches plans that he makes for them and says nothing but a mere apology if she gets one.

The same dorky kid that got humiliated on the first day of school. Is the same dorky kid thats humiliating Harmony without trying to.

He let her fall first while he stood dreaming wide awake.

And she’d do anything to be the person on his mind.

Harmony was in over her head and she couldn’t hold herself to be mad at Miles.

Because let's face it.

It was nothing but a state of nonviolent communication.

The natural state of compassion when no violence is present in the heart.

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[thecordelialetters]

˚₊‧꒰ა Under Her Spell Pt. 1 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

A powerful Witch lands herself in the middle of the Spider Society and Miguel is completely smitten.

★ pairing: Miguel x witch! reader

★ ratings: slow burn, eventual smut

★ wc: 1.33k

At Spider Society Headquarters. . .

It’s not that Miguel didn’t want to find love. Everyone wants to find their happiness, someone to go home to sleep with at night, hear their troubles, share their feelings, and find comfort in. Miguel just didn’t have the time. Between managing the multiverse, catching anomalies, and battling the trauma of losing his daughter Gabby, he couldn’t even look at a Woman never mind being able to keep a relationship. That was until a blue portal opened up above the main entrance at headquarters. It was a light blue that swirled around leaving a trail of stars in its path. The spiders around were mesmerized by it, no one had ever seen anything like that, it gave a completely different aurora than the portals they create with their watches. A woman shot out of it with a beaming light and landed with a loud thud.

She was dressed in a skin-tight black suit that had a deep V and a corset around the waist. Her dark hair fell into a halo around her head. Jewelry decorated her wrists and hands and glistened in the light. Her long lashes flattened against her cheeks and her lips parted with each breath. The portal subsided with a quick whoosh leaving the stranger stranded.

“Outa my way everyone move, clear back. I SAID BACK.” Miguel demanded as he pushed his body forward. The woman’s eyes fluttered open meeting Miguel’s. A small heat bloomed in them as she whispered “Help me.” Before falling unconscious. “Get her to the infirmary. Lyla, update me on her condition and when she wakes up.” Miguel didn’t have time to stare at her, he had a multiverse to take care of.

The beeping of the machines and the blinding lights of the room were all you could notice. Still feeling groggy after waking up, your memories slowly started connecting one after another. The last thing you remembered was attempting a new spell you learned from an older book in your Master's Library. It was supposed to be a simple transportation spell, you meant for it to send you to another room, not another dimension. Ripping out the wires attached to your body you stumbled your way to the door only to be met with another door. Rubbing your nose slightly you looked up only to realize it was not a door behind a door but a sexy hot man in a blue and red suit.

“You awake,” Miguel commented. “Yes… where…where exactly am I? And who are you” you questioned while backing up away from the handsome figure. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You did make a scene crashing in the middle of my headquarters.” His face could only be described as a permanent glare with eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. Readjusting your posture in an attempt to seem confident you state “ I am (y/n), I come from Earth-94721, I was practicing a new transportation spell and accidentally landed myself here.” As you looked at his stoic face you felt nervous as you continued “I won’t be here too long, I just need to recreate the spell and I shall be out of your hair.” Miguel looked away slightly, you were cute, he hadn’t found any other women interesting but here you were standing in front of him, making him feel things in his body that he shouldn’t. “Good. I got enough things to worry about here. I don’t need another thing distracting me.” He never even introduced himself.

Little did Miguel know you were about to be the biggest distraction he had in a long time.

Nothing worked. You tried to recreate the spell but couldn’t get it just right. Was it another phrase you had to say? Had you said it too slowly? Did you need to be sitting? Standing? Even trying Miguel’s machine to send it home didn’t work. After stepping into the pod all the machine did was malfunction and frazzled out. It was almost as if your Earth didn’t exist. But nether the less you kept trying.

You’ve been at the spider society headquarters for about 5 days. You’ve met Gwen, Hobie, and Miles they were an interesting bunch. A little younger than you but you couldn’t help but feel energized when they came around. Gwen reminded you of your little sister Grace who was also a bit shy but had a big heart. Miles and Hobie’s antics remixed you of your friends at home who always were outgoing and fun. You had met Peter B Parker and Mayday in the cafeteria when you both reached for the last donut. Mayday was a sweet girl and so cute, you had loved kids since you raised your sister. Looking after Mayday felt like second nature. You met Jessica after giving her advice on yoga poses and stretches to do to help her before giving birth. You seem to be getting along with everyone, everyone except Miguel. That guy was always holed up in his office on the stupid platform in his stupid costume with his stupid hair. You thought he was annoyed with you, annoyed you couldn’t find your way home.

In reality, he wasn’t annoyed but consumed with you. He would watch you from the security cameras, inhale your scent every time you passed, and think about all the way he would take you on every surface of the headquarters. Miguel wasn’t just infatuated with you because of your looks, but over the course of the few days, he learned a lot about you. Although he seems like a hardass, Miguel cared about people. He knew what flavor of ice cream Peter B Parker liked, he knew that Gwen’s favorite Barbie movie was Swan Lake, and he knew that Miles loved to draw and make art. What about you? He knew that you liked your coffee with 3 sugars and 2 creams, that your favorite color was green, you had 1 sister Grace, and that you admired people with dreams.

In your eyes Miguel was a protector. You saw him as someone with high guards around his heart but ultimate did what he thought was best. His attitude didn’t stop you from making small interactions with him. Every morning you had greeted him with a friendly smile and a simple hello. You offered help with missions and fixing his equipment. You healed his wounds with magic and talked about your home.

Days passed and you two seemed to fall into a comfortable pattern. The other spiders began to notice that Miguel was less irritable and it was all because of you. Even the trio and Peter had an ongoing bet to see when you guys would make a move.

You were in a small workspace Miguel gave you to practice your magic and find a way back home. You were sweating, it was taking all your energy conjoining spells, taking notes, and gathering ingredients. Layer by layer your clothes came off until you were left in a simple sports bra and biking shorts. Miguel had just finished his mission catching a Green Goblin variant when he swiftly dismissed his team and made his way over to your lab.

He swore he was going to burst. The sight of your sweltering form in little to no clothing running all over the room was enough to make his suit feel tight. Hearing the door open you turned to look at him with a big smile. “Miggy! Your back! I missed you!”

I missed you.

Such a small sentence but it swelled his heart. It made him feel needed and wanted, and there was nothing more than you that he wanted right now. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath he replied “I missed you too, I see you're working hard. Meet me in my office in 10 to discuss your process.” And with that, he closed the door walking away quickly to take care of his problem.

Pt2?

[wildrodrev]

a scene from my upcoming fanfic Rattle the Cage. wanted some softness to offset the batshit stuff that goes on.

i'll update this with the link to the first chapter tomorrow! what do you think they are talking about??

(Val goes by they/them)

tik tok version

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I did the Funni haha spuderverso mem

[oswinunknown]

developing my spidersona more so take revamped spideroz doodles

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The most embarrassing thing for me watching spiderverse was I literally understood the Spanish more than Spider Punk's English