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manhitone-n-none · 10 months

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(Hobie x Reader) The back of Spencers...?

Warnings: Suggestive, Mentions of sex toys and lingerie, No smut, Mentions of nic, Fluff if you can squint real hard

Summary: You saw that a new pet shop has opened in a mall near you, and you got the idea to bring Hobie with you to go see all the different animals Hobie thought it was a cute idea and agreed to go but before you guys left the shop, he saw something that gave him a cheeky idea. “Hey luv, Let's go see something real quick hm?” He said with a little devilish smirk. But you didn’t even catch his cheeky tone of voice. You nodded happily with excitement from the surprise that he is bound to show you. That is… if you even know what any of the little trinkets and clothing you were standing in front of are at all…

Author’s notes: Hey so like... w h a t- Bc I went ot the mall the other day and I went to Spencers for the first time because I thought it was js some bigger HotTopic type shi and boi I was so wrong. so wrong. But anyways I hope you all enjoy this story and bc it’s my first story I have ever made (for the public eye) please PLEASE tell me what I can do to be better a blogging, writing, and feel free to give suggestions (Can’t gaurentee that I will have the time to actually do all of them BUT I will do my absolute BEST to try to fulfill your fantasies)

“Aww I love that one!” You point to the white and black cat in its open crate behind a glass wall inside a new pet store in the mall. You saw that it recently opened while you were scrolling on Instagram and thought of the idea of bringing, you’re boyfriend with you to see all the animals.

“Cute cat but basic name innit?” Hobie questions as he points to the document next to the open crate that said ‘Oreo’.

“Eh… I can fix it!” You say excitingly as you guys moved on to the next animals.

“Oh yeah?” He questions as you guys were now staring at the snakes and amphibians.

“Yah! Like- um… hm… I dunno.” Hobie only chuckles at you trying to defend yourself but you failed. “You know… I don’t know why people think that snakes are scary and ugly, they are so cute! Look at its pretty eyes!” You ask Hobie as you both bend down a bit to see the snake’s tank.

“Same thing with society I’d say.” He sighs as you guys walk out the exit door and you only gave him a little hum from his response agreeing with him. You guys were now walking towards the exit of the mall, but you notice Hobie stopped walking next to you and you turned around to see what he was looking at. You noticed he was standing right in front of a brick entrance with a garage door hanging open at the top with spray paint written on it. Spencers? (ngl that store is clever with the design)

“Hey, luv?” He asks you while continuing to stare into the dimly lit store. “Let's go in here for a sec.” He enters without looking at you as you caught up to him at the entrance and saw loads of accessories and clothing from different anime shows and memes. You ask him what this store was, and he plainly told you that it piqued his interest. Yeah, right like you believed in that crap. You knew that he didn’t want to go into a store because it looked ‘interesting’ because that's the opposite of what he believes about ‘capitalism schemes luring you in’ and whatnot. But as you were caught up in your thoughts you saw something printed on soft pajama pants.

“Hobie look it's you!” You show him the red Spiderman pajama pants and he gives a big chuckle.

“Bit weird knowing that my masked face is on someone's nightgown innit?” He chuckles as you both walked a little deeper into the store. You put back the pants and noticed board games above your head. To be honest you thought they were a bit interesting and quite unique, but you didn’t understand the point of the rules.

But you brushed it off and tried to catch up to your boyfriend who was all the way in the back of the store but on the way, you saw a lot more dirty shirts and… was that a penis plant pot?! You couldn’t even compriHEND what you were looking at. And the more you looked around saw more explicit shirts and… breast pillows!? Penis lollipops!? What!? Everywhere you looked there was always something inappropriate that you didn’t even know they could be products! You suddenly realize the board games you stumbled upon earlier were explicit and it made sense why they were in this store. You thought that this store was some kind of different version of HotTopic but this was just on a whole other level.

But then…you saw something you always blushed about when you pass by a store full of these… Lingerie. Red, Blue, Pink, and every other color you could think of. You slowly looked up and down the selection of the laced clothes and your face was pink as the pretty pastel pink laced lingerie right in front of you. As you observed the details in the clothing even more- could you even call it clothing at this point!? The two-piece laced clothing only had a small thin piece of fabric that could [barely] cover your… you couldn’t even think about it! You couldn’t lie… it looked a little cute BUT there was [no way] you would wear that… well maybe once for him… STOP thinking about it!

“Whatcha thinkin' ‘bout hm?” That voice… Before you could even think about a cover-up response a pair of stiff but soft hands slid around your waist pulling your back right against his chest and a familiar voice whispered in your ear with an obvious hint of dirty thoughts running through his head. Your mind was just blanking out as you were frozen in place and your face burns up with the embarrassment of your boyfriend catching you staring into a cute pair of lingerie that he just knows you’re thinking about how beautiful it would look on you. Before you could mutter a word, one of his hands that was trailing around our waist was now traveling up your body and was now placed under your chin. Your breath shutters from his touch and his hand were gently holding your chin upwards as he whispers another one of his dirty questions. “Thinkin' ‘bout how you would look quite cute in that hm? Exposed but all dressed up pretty for me?” Blood rushing to your head the thought of being exposed to him was just too much for you to handle and you were so embarrassed by not even being in denial.

But then as soon as you thought this was the pinnacle of the dirty thoughts you could ever have… his hand that is holding your chin up at him ever so slightly, moved your head to the right and your face was now heating up as the sight you were seeing. The reason why you completely missed what the whole wall right next to you had in store was because you only saw white boxes… you don’t smoke so you only assumed it was vaping products but no… because you were so, so, close to the wall of the hanging white boxes as big as your hands… you realize that they were not nic products at all. “You know what these are baby?” He whispered in your ear. His soft voice tickled your ear and added even more to the weird feeling you had in your gut. But because you have never even touched on these topics ever before you didn’t know what these small white hanging boxes had in store for you, so you only shook your head while trying to look away, so he doesn’t see your blushing face of embarrassment. But he moved your chin with only a little bit more force and pressure to make. you. look. “These are toys you know? You love toys, right? Well, it’s a bit hard for you to see but if you look to the side…~” He moves you more to the right side and turns your head to face all the sides of the different size boxes hanging from the wall, you see what they were truly hiding. You were just staring at the wall dressed top to bottom of the different sizes, color, and shapes of toys and a wall of bondage next to them.

“T-toys for w-what…?” That was a genuine question because you were oh so innocent. And he knows it too. Just his thoughts on tainting you with his fantasies is his fantasy. But he won't go that far unless you want to. He is quite the respectable guy to you and knows his boundaries. But today he wants to give you a little tease.

“Toys just for me… and you~” He whispers softly in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. “Toys that we can play in the bedroom and have a little bit of… fun~” He then finally lets go of you and walks away towards the checkout counter and you feel like you could finally breathe. You start to think back at what just happened and it was so much for your gut to handle. But you know you liked it.

You quickly walked past all the rest of the ‘toys’ and weird party games and made your way to Hobie next to the counter. “This yo girl Hobie?” The cashier asked. He was wearing an Akatsuki beanie and wore some type of anime lanyard with lots of pins. You wonder if he was friends with Hobie because you saw them chuckling about something that you couldn’t hear earlier.

“My one n’only” He replies proudly as he looks down at you with a hint of affection in his eyes. You only smile happily. While Hobie and his friend were talking, you look around the countertop that had a lot of candy and knickknacks for people to buy last minute and whatnot. You started to look at some bottles of something. You thought it was lotion, but it had ‘flavor’?

“You interested?” Hobie’s friend asks you as he caught you reading the bottle for too long. “How ‘bout a bit of flavor for your night Hobie? On me man.” His friend offered while he snickers as he gives Hobie a bag and thanked him. Your boyfriend then swiftly takes one of the bottles and adds it to the bag as he gives you little grin as you both walked out of the store.

After he waves his friend goodbye you ask Hobie what his friend was talking about. “Little flavor for our fun tonight darlin'~ The real flavor is way better cause your already so sweet~ This however is for you” He gives you a little pat on your head as you realize what he meant, and your face turned red again.

“F-flavor!?”

[Later that night]

You an Hobie arrived at his apartment, and he just leaves the bag on the kitchen table as he heads to the bathroom. You were just dying to know what he got from Spencers. As soon as you heard the door shut, you went in for the dive and looked down into the bag... a bottle of [your favorite fruit flavor] flavored lube, a white box, and that [fav color] lingerie that he caught you staring at for too long. Your eyes were wide open to the sight you were seeing. There was no way... but why are you even surprised, of course he would buy this for you.

“Like what I got for you baby?~”

Author’s note: Thank you for reading my first ff! Wanna see a part 2? 👀 Gotta work for it!

#hobie x y/n #atsv hobie #hobie x you #hobie brown #hobie brainrot #hobie x reader #atspv #across the spidervers

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julaaaapaint · 2 months

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#across the spidervers #hobie brown #spiderman #fanart #spiderverse fanart #spiderverse #spider punk

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ahndor · 11 months

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toby and andrew’s spider men not being part of the spider society is so funny to me. like they’re not allowed in the club however their most tragic moments WILL be shown to the club several times without their knowledge

#atsv spoilers #like. outside of the movie i know WHY their canon events were such a large focus. fun lil cameo for the fans #but IN UNIVERSE its so fucking funny that miguel has those moments recorded for those two 😭😭#atsv #across the spidervers #to be clear i dont want toby and andrew in spiderverse keep those live action boys AWAY from my baby boy miles #let him have his own thing

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systemrecoded · 9 months

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Some pieces I did in July.

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runningaftertherabbit · 9 months

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Spidersona!

#digital art #artwork #drawing #spidersona #into the spider verse #across the spidervers

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moonflwer-gutz · 11 months

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEE THE ADAM AND MILES PARALLELS ARE ACTUALLY DRIVING ME SO FUCKING CRAZY. miles was already my favorite character of the first movie BUT THAT FUCKING REVEAL ACTIVATED SOMETHING IN ME. why do i always end up with the same type of favorite characters

RIGHT YOU GET ME JUST OUGHOGUHG

something something being told you don't belong, you've never belonged, you're a mistake and everyone knows it and you're doing nothing but hurting the people closest to you.

ough

yknow?

ALSO YEAH THAT REVEAL UHM. DONT WANNA SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT RIGHT HERE BUT WE'RE ALL THINKING THE SAME THING-

#adam murray #miles morales #across the spidervers #the mandela catalogue #tmc #moonflwer answers #moonflwer writes

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sugarhoneydoodles · 11 months

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After seeing so much new spiderverse content I decided to redesign my spidey oc!

She goes by spiderwolf and her real name is Fenrir Lokisdottir.

#Spiderverse #across the spidervers #marvel oc #Marvel thor #spiderman oc

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consulting-supernatural · 9 months

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I've been rewatching Into the Spider Verse again and I found out another forshadowing about earth 42.

When Miles falls down, after he's first attempt at learning how to swing and jump, he hits one of the bilbords or something like that, with numbers on it and they start to fall too.

Later, when he's lying on the pavement, he's surrounded by numbers 4 and 2 on both of his sides.

#spider man #spider man into the spider verse #spiderman atsv #spider man across the spider verse #spoderman itsv #across the spidervers #into the spidervers #spider verse #miles morales #earth 42

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leo-fie · 6 months

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Ok, so I just watched Across the Spiderverse for the first time, and I'm absolutly blown away, but I have to rent about a thing here that only really makes sense to Germans.

We dub everything. Movies, Tv, if it's released in Germany, it's dubbed. (Anime not neccessarily, and games often not)

So we grow up watching mostly American media, where everyone speaks German and we are used to that. The dubs are of high quality, so there's no echo, the lipsync is mostly ok, everything is mixed well, the translations are accurate, actors are dubbed by mostly the same voice actor each time. We're good at this.

When a child grows up with dubs they at one point sooner or later understand that those people on the screen are not speaking German (usually around the time when they realize flashbacks are not filmed when the actors were younger) and they will quickly move past it. It's fridge logic. Don't think about it, it's fine, it's convenient. Immersion is the word for it I think.

Sometimes it get's pretty weird tho, especially when there's characters speaking different languages. Famously the TV show heroes dubbed both english and japanese, so it wasn't clear why there were communication difficulties. But mostly it's fine. For an example of an American film doing the same thing in English, think of how in Hunt For Red October the Russian characters speak English. They obviously don't, it's a film trick for the sake of the audience. But you're immersed, so it doesn't matter.

Sometimes funny things happen when you think about it like how in Ratatouille both in the English and German dub many characters have a French accent. So what language do they speak in-universe? French with a French accent?

Anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about.

Sometimes the translators do a bad job and try to localize things that don't need localizing. In Across The Spiderverse when the teacher reads Miles' grades, she says he has an "1 in Deutsch". Translating the American grading system into the German one is mostly ok, it's standard, but obviously in the English original Miles is not learning German. He has English class, like every student. And the dub should have trusted the viewers to know that American characters in New York City have English class. But no, the word "Deutsch" appeared and broke the immersion. Later Miles mentiones "Speutsch" which is suppost to be a version of Spanglish, but it's German and Spanish instead. The moment is over before I really noticed, but nonetheless.

The Spanish is left Spanish, funnily enough.

It's 2023, people know that Americans speak English mostly.

I didn't spend 3 years at university studying translation to not have strong opinions on this.

#spiderman #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spidervers #dub #dubbing #translation #beware bad translations #deutsche synchro

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leinwandfrei · 10 months

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Zwischen U- und E-Kultur. Ein buntes Wochenende

Die deutsche Kulturlandschaft hat sich in den letzten Jahrzehnten und Jahrhunderten immer durch eine klare Trennung von U- und E-Kultur ausgezeichnet. Einen ganz anderen Umgang pflegen etwa Großbritannien und die USA mit der Kultur und ihr Modell der Unterhaltungskunst hat sich mittlerweile global ausgebreitet. Mit dem späten 20. Jahrhundert findet über die Pop-Kultur eine Annäherung, Verschmelzung und Übernahme zwischen der Unterhaltungs- und der elitären Kunstbranche statt. So muss man sich heute nicht mehr schämen, wenn man als „gebildeter“ Mensch zugibt, Fan einer Pop-Band oder eines Stars, eines populären Filmemachers, bestimmter Schauspieler oder Teil einer Fanwelt rund um Buch- und Filmreihen oder Serien zu sein. Spätestens seit dem Einzug der Nerdkultur in alle Sparten ist diese Verknüpfung nicht unüblich. So kann ein Wochenende dann folgendermaßen aussehen: am Freitagabend zum Muse-Konzert in das RheinEnergie-Stadion in Köln mit Zehntausenden eine Show bestaunen, tanzen, mitklatschen und lauthals singen (oder auch nur grölen). Nach wenigen Schlafstunden am Samstagabend im Kino den neuen und höchst erfolgreichen Animationsfilm Spiderman. Across the Spider-Verse ansehen und dann am Sonntagabend in die zeitgenössische Oper Ophelia gehen, spärlich besucht und von vielen Zuschauern noch während der Aufführung verlassen. Vielleicht war die CSD-Parade auf den Saarbrücker Straßen dann doch zu verlockend (wenn auch musikalisch sicher eintöniger). Diese Aneinanderreihung scheint zunächst zusammenhanglos, aber einige Verbindungen gibt es dann doch. Alle drei Beispiele sind großangelegte Inszenierungen, die mit dem Publikumsgeschmack spekulieren und Unterhaltung anbieten wollen. Muse schießt dafür Konfetti in die Luft, macht eine Lightshow und lädt zum Mitsingen ein. Das Animationsteam hinter Spiderman zaubert eine bunte Welt der Komik auf die Leinwand und begeistert mit detailreichen Bildern sowie Insidern des Sony-Marvel-Universums rund um ihren beliebtesten Charakter. Und in Ophelia bietet die Regisseurin eine von Filmen inspirierte gewaltige Bildwelt und einen neuen Blick auf die Ophelia, welche zur Protagonistin wird und damit vom „nur“ sprechenden Hamlet emanzipiert werden soll. Musikalisch fordert sie das Publikum heraus. Alle drei Produkte sind Teil des Kulturbetriebs, wenn auch in sehr unterschiedlichen Preiskategorien. Theater und Kinos brauchen vermehrt Fördermittel, auch Fußballstadien werden für viele Kommunen zur Belastung, spätestens wenn mal wieder ein Umbau notwendig wird. Dennoch sind es Orte der Begegnung, seit vielen Jahren auch keine elitären Orte mehr und mit persönlichen Erinnerungen verknüpft. Erinnerungen an das erste große Konzert, den ersten Kinobesuch, das erste Mal im Theater bei Ballett, Theater oder im bei den jüngeren weniger beliebtem Musiktheater. Dabei ist die Oper die Mutter der Unterhaltungskultur für die Massen, und damit vom Kinofilm wie Stadionrock.

Die Schwierigkeit bei der Annäherung von U- und E-Kultur ist der potenzielle Qualitätsschwund in beiden Bereichen, einem Versanden zwischen den beiden „Extremen“ und einem Abschwächen der auszeichnenden Spitzen in den Bereichen Anspruch und Komplexität. An eine Superheldenverfilmung sollte nicht der gleiche Anspruch gestellt werden wie an einen experimentellen Roman oder einen Arthausfilm mit einem komplexen, symbolischen Bildgehalt. Ein Stadionrockkonzert sollte nicht mit dem intimen Vortrag von Kammermusik im Konzertsaal verglichen werden und umgekehrt an eine Oper nicht die Erwartungshaltung der fast beängstigenden Einheitsgefühle im Publikum eines Rockkonzerts gestellt werden. Auch wenn die Moderne hier einige grenzüberschreitende Modelle gefunden hat und gerade im Musical Versuche der Verbindung machte (die mit Bernsteins West Side Story eine einmalige Qualität erreichten), bleiben transparente Grenzen vorhanden. Dennoch zeigt die wissenschaftliche Auseinandersetzung, dass hier die Zugriffsmomente zunächst schwierig und dann vielfältig sind. Die transdisziplinären Projekte nehmen in Forschung und Kultur immer weiter zu, auch außerhalb der Informatik, welche meist mit viel Geld locken kann. Über die aufsehenerregenden Absichten hinter solchen Konzepten steht aber auch die Auflösung elitärer Strukturen und der Wille zum stilistischen Fortschreiten und der Suche nach einer kulturellen Form, welche zur gegenwärtigen Gesellschaft passt. Sarah Nemtsovs Oper hat sicher einen höheren Innovationsgrad als das xte Muse-Konzert einer Welttournee und einem Animationsfilm. Doch in letzterem Fall gelingt das Kunststück, die Comicwelt nachzubilden und den Zuschauer in diese Welt eintauchen zu lassen. Damit wird eine zeichnerische Eben auf eine bewegte Bildebene projiziert. Muse kann immerhin mit einer ausgeklügelten und dabei immer weiter perfektionierten Bühnentechnik aufwarten, wobei der Aufwand oft unverhältnismäßig scheint.

Die drei genannten Veranstaltungen waren im Einzelnen beeindruckend und in der direkten Konfrontation treten ihre individuellen Momente besonders hervor. Muse feiern den 45. Geburtstag ihres Sängers und Komponisten Matthew Bellamy in Köln mit einer kraftvollen, lauten und bunten Show. Im Fokus steht das aktuelle Album Will of the People (2022), doch im Rahmen ihrer Welttournee spielen die Briten auch Songs von den frühen Alben aus den frühen 2000er Jahren und den Zwischenstationen bis heute. Von Will of the People erklingen 7 der zehn Titel, garniert werden sie mit 18 weiteren Songs, beginnend mit New Born und Plug-in Baby von Origin of Symmetries. Von den übrigen Alben spielen sie dann je 2-3 Titel in einer zum Ende hin musikalisch an Intensität zunehmenden Show mit großem gesanglichem Einsatz des Publikums. Bei sommerlichem Wetter zündet die Lightshow fern der Bühne erst in der zweiten Hälfte des Abends, aber die Pyrotechnik rund um das Drumset herum, Konfettikanonen, Ausschnitte aus den Musikvideos und Papierschlangen für das Publikum im Stadion passen hervorragend zur lange ersehnten Helligkeit. Die Abmischung der ambitionierten Kombi aus komplexen, pianistischen Gitarrenläufen, kraftvollen Basslinien und dem charakteristischen Falsettgesang des Geburtstagkindes, alles elektronisch verfremdet und abgenommen, gelingt im Stadion je nach Position unterschiedlich gut. Aber insgesamt funktioniert alles und das Publikum wird nach einem letzten großen Bühnenumbau mit einem letzten großen Knall und der Selbstermächtigungshymne Knights of Cydonia verabschiedet. Die Mühen der Show sind erstaunlich. Die gesamte Band verschwindet im Tunnel unter dem Laufsteg der Bühne, nur damit Matthew Bellamy auf der Schulter der maskierten Skulptur auf der Bühne ein nachdenkliches Gitarrensolo spielen kann. Und die Macht des Entertainers auf der Bühne über Zehntausende ist doch ein wenig unheimlich. Zudem waren wahrscheinlich sämtliche Tourt-Shirts im Stadion vertreten, die je von Muse konzipiert worden sind. Auch an diesem Abend gehen viele der begehrten analogen Erinnerungsstücke über die Theken und auch wenige Kartenlesegeräte oder Hoodies für 75 € hindern nicht an der Kauflust. Aber irgendwo ist dieser Brauch sympathisch. Trotz der Möglichkeit über den Fanshop einzukaufen ist der Erinnerungen schaffende Einkauf vor Ort noch begehrt. Dem Wunsch des Sängers, nach dem Konzert weiter Musik zu hören folgen dann auch einige der Fans bei der langwierigen Fahrt vom Parkplatz herunter.

Damit zu der Fortsetzung von der animierten Geschichte von Miles Morales, dem ungeplanten Spiderman im Spiderverse. Seine zufällige Anwesenheit in einem Kampf zwischen Peter Parker und Kingpin führte dazu, dass er zu Spiderman wird und Peter Parker stirbt, bevor er den Universums-Verzerrer zerstören kann. Bei dieser Aktion wird ein Mitarbeiter schwer verletzt und jagt in der Fortsetzung Miles Morales. Als wandelndes schwarzes Loch ist der erste Kampf der beiden eine etwas unkoordinierte Angelegenheit, mit Fäusten und Füßen, die an unerwarteten Orten herauskommen. Er bedroht das Spiderverse und daher greifen einige Spidermänner und Frauen ein, darunter Gwen Stacy. Nach all den politisch aufgeladenen, thematisch wie personell umfassenden Comicverfilmungen der letzten 20 Jahre ist Spiderman. Across the Spiderverse wie sein Vorgänger eine wahrhaft comichafte Adaption, welche das Multiversum geschickter und einfacher einzuführen weiß als das MCU in den bisherigen Produktionen der darauf fokussierten Phase. Im Film erklärt der Chef des Spiderverse ganz einfach, dass es Plotknoten gibt, welche jeden Spiderman betreffen. Hier nutzen die Animateure die Chance Szenen der Spiderman-Filme der Vergangenheit einzuarbeiten. Das Drehbuch greift dabei auf eine Vielzahl von bekannten und weniger bekannten Spidermans zurück und lässt den Zuschauer mit einem überraschenden Cliffhanger zurück. In welcher Form Miles Morales zurückkehren wird, wird nun von Fans debattiert. Ein dritter Teil mit dem Titel Beyond the Spider-Verse ist sicher, doch wird er vielleicht auch zur „realen“ Figur, verkörpert durch einen echten Schauspieler? Die visuelle Umsetzung ist auf jeden Fall beeindruckend, der Comiccharakter ist äußerst mitreißend. Nur die betont jugendliche Hip-Hop-Musik ist etwas aufgesetzt, wenn auch im zweiten Film schon gelungener als zuvor. Insgesamt ein großer Spaß, der über die pointierten Dialoge mit Verweisen auf das MCU hinaus äußerst fesselnd ist. Gestalten wie ein nihilistischer Grunge-Spiderman, ein T-Rex-Spiderman, ein Cartoon-Spiderman, eine schwangere Spiderwoman, ein Spiderman-Vater mit Tochter im Tragebuch vor der Brust und viele andere blau-rot-gekleidete Frauen, Männer und Tiere treffen hier aufeinander, um einen bestimmten Spiderman zu jagen: Miles Morales, die Anomalie ihres Multiversums und der Protagonist dieser Filmreihe.

Zum Abschluss des Wochenendes folgt dann der Aufschwung zur Hochkultur: die Oper Ophelia, eine Auftragsarbeit und damit Uraufführung am Saarbrücker Staatstheater. Ophelia steht in einem größeren Shakespeare-Zyklus des Dreispartenhauses, wo in diesem Jahr der Hamlet im Schauspiel gleich doppelt Thema ist – im großen Haus und im jungen Ensemble. Die Oper von Sarah Nemtsov nach einem eigens dafür geschaffenen Libretto von ihrem Stammautoren Mirko Bonné verbindet multimediale Eindrücke mit Operngesang, großem Orchester, einem Chor, elektronischen Einspielungen und einem angsteinflößenden Bühnenbild. All das fließt zu einem erstaunlich flächigen Werk aus 10 Bildern zusammen. Einzig die Videoeinspielungen sind da etwa störend, der Überlagerungseffekt aber spannend. Drei Ophelien kämpfen im Anschluss an die Geschehnisse in Hamlet um das Überleben gegen die Schatten der Vergangenheit, welche sukzessive zu Erinnerungen werden. Die Grenze zwischen Lebenden und Toten wird szenische klar aufgebaut und zunehmend aufgelöst, vor der klaren Trennung und der Rückkehr in die Gegenwart mit dem hoffnungsvollen Thronfolger und der Entfernung der Trennung des Publikums von der Bühne. Die Krankenstation ist auf der Unterbühne angelegt, die Totenwelt spielt auf der Hauptbühne und mit der Drehbühne. Erst am Ende wird das Fliegengitter, die verstärkte vierte Wand, aufgezogen. Nachdem im postmodernen Theater dieses Durchbrechen der Wand zwischen Bühne und Publikum zum Stilmerkmal wurde, wird sie hier bewusst verschlossen. Immer wieder streifen die Geister durch das Krankenzimmer und Ophelia findet sich immer wieder in der dunklen Welt der Erinnerung wieder. Aus den Geistern der Vergangenheit werden sukzessiver anonymisierte, in schwarze Schleier gekleidete Erinnerungen. Trotz des sukzessiven Spannungsaufbaus innerhalb der Oper, hat man als Zuschauer das Gefühl, am besten noch einmal den Hamlet zu lesen, das Libretto einmal zu studieren und dann wieder zu kommen, um die Zusammenhänge wirklich erkennen zu können. Neben den drei Ophelien und der Protagonistinnen-Wahl ist der nur sprechende Hamlet ein weiterer Faktor der feministischen Ebene dieses Werkes. Aber dieser Aspekt wirkt nicht aufgesetzt und ist als Reaktion auf den bisherigen Umgang mit der Figur der Ophelia nachvollziehbar. Traurig ist der nicht gut gefüllte Zuschauerraum, seit der Coronapandemie ein zunehmendes Problem im Theater und der Oper. Die verbleibenden Zuhörer bemühen sich am Ende von intensiven 2,5 Stunden um lauten Applaus, aber ihnen sind rein körperlich Grenzen gesetzt. Die Solisten bewältigen das schwere Material und besonders der Countertenor Georg A. Bochow weiß als Gastdarsteller in dieser selten besetzten Stimmlage zu beeindrucken. Den letzten Satz der Oper singt die hoffnungsvolle Zukunft: der neue Prinz von Dänemark, der jugendliche Fortingsbras, dargestellt von einem Jungen im Stimmbruch, als Symbol des Aufbruchs und der Veränderung. Wie so oft ist der Blick auf die Strukturen des Stückes besonders spannend, aber auch das erlebte Ergebnis der Aufführung ist der Eindruck eines fesselnden, aufwühlenden Bühnenwerkes.

Und das lässt sich zu allen drei Produktionen sagen: sie ergreifen das Publikum emotional. In ihrem Bereich sind sie gelungene Werke, sie finden in einem speziell dafür geschaffenen Raum statt, sind mit einem großem logistischen Aufwand verbunden, setzen auf große Gesten und ihr Erleben hat das Potential zu einprägsamen Erinnerungen zu werden. Ohne die Bühnenshow und die schiere Größe fehlt dem Muse-Konzert ein entscheidendes Element, ohne die Leinwandgröße verliert die Spiderman-Adaption entscheidend an Wirkungskraft und ohne die Inszenierung und den Theaterraum verlöre die Oper ihre dem Thema angemessene Größe und Stimmung. Zudem erschließt sich der Inhalt im Live-Moment besser als bei der häuslichen Abspielung. Trotz all der Differenzen verbindet die drei Ereignisse genau das: die Inszenierung gehört zur Erfassung von Klang und Bild entscheidend dazu. Der Schein bestimmt das Sein des Werkes. Sicher ist der Opernabend eine einmalige Angelegenheit, jede Inszenierung verläuft anders. Das Muse-Konzert ist zwar mit vergleichbarer Setlist und Show auf der gesamten Tournee zu erleben, die Zusammenkunft am 9. Juni 2023 allerdings ist einmalig. Matthew Bellamy wird auch nur an einem Tag 45. Am ehesten aus der Konserve kommt dann der Film im Kino, aber auch hier führt die Kinoauswahl und die Zusammensetzung der Gruppe, mit welcher man sich zum Kinobesuch entschließt, zu einem einmaligen Ergebnis. Die drei Formen sind ein kleiner Auszug der neueren Bühnenhistorie. Die Oper führt unweigerlich zum Kinoerlebnis, das große Rockkonzert ist ebenso ein Nachfahre der großen Massenunterhaltung – in Form der Oper begonnen und bis heute auf verschiedenen Formen der Bühne fortgeführt. Auch musikalisch ist die Oper für die frühe Filmmusik neben dem populären Liedgut der Ansatzpunkt zur deskriptiven Musikunterstützung, im Idealfall der emotionalen Erweiterung des visuellen Eindrucks.

Zwei Jahre standen diese Betriebe still. Was die Folgen davon sein werden, ist noch zu beobachten, Personalmangel, ein teilweise nur langsam zurückkehrendes Publikum, die Inflation, Energiekrise und noch bestehende Manschetten gegen größere Menschengruppen haben hier sicher nachhaltig etwas verändert. Aber Isolation ist für die Kultur keine Lösung, sie ist ein gesellschaftliches Phänomen, welches Publikum wie Ausführende benötigt um den Betrieb aufrecht zu erhalten und erinnert zu werden. Natürlich wird auch Kunst außerhalb dieser Abläufe geschaffen. Allein die nur erdachten und nie umgesetzten Projekte von Profis wie Amateuren würden unübersichtliche Mengen an Daten schaffen. Doch über solche Ideen k��nnen nur ihre Denker sprechen oder sie in ein konkretes Kunstwerk überführen. Solche Großprojekte wie ein Stadionkonzert, Musiktheater und Blockbuster-Produktion im Kino aber verfolgen neben solchen hehren künstlerischen Zielen auch den Antrieb ein Publikum zu überzeugen, sie zum Jubeln, Singen, Tanzen oder Leiden und Weinen – aus Freude oder Leid – anzuregen und sich ihnen als Erlebnis dauerhaft in die Erinnerung einzubrennen. Man will (unterschiedlich große) Massen unterhalten, ganz nach der antiken Tradition der Gladiatorenkämpfe („Brot und Spiele“), Dionysien und den ersten olympischen Spielen. Die Macht solcher Zusammenkünfte kann durchaus beängstigend sein, während sie zugleich ein großes nachhaltiges energetisches Potential für Publikum und Künstler hat. (Die schwierige Frag nach der desaströsen Umweltbilanz von großen Musikveranstaltungen, insbesondere von deren Bühnentechnik, und der Filmproduktion sei hier mal bei Seite gelassen, sie erschweren das Genießen großer Shows zusehends.)

#across the spidervers #muse live #Oper

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Nonviolent Communication - Part Two

***Fanart done by the lovely @sunsetdoodler for the end scene of this part can be found here !! Thank you so much @sunsetdoodler for drawing this!! I'm in love with the way you drew this scene and I'm still not over how tiny the coffee cup looks in his hand 🥹 so CUTE!!! Please go and show some love to this amazing artist and their work!!***

Miguel O'Hara x FemReader

Summary: You show up to HQ after a day off due to your period (Part One). You accidently intrude on your boss's personal moment.

Word Count: 6,468

Part Two

The next day you wake up bright and early. You're definitely feeling a million times better. You sit up in bed and untuck your sweatshirt. Miguel's handmade rice socks slide out. You didn’t need them last night, but you still felt like using them to prevent or ease any cramps or pain during the night. You quickly get ready for the day, changing into clothes to go out and fixing your hair. You make breakfast and for some reason you check the cabinets and drawer from last night again. They're still fixed. The containers that Miguel left are in your fridge.

You feel silly as you check this. It really did feel like a dream having Miguel O'Hara, your boss, visit your apartment and then to find out he had lied about the reason for his visit.

You reheat the canelita from last night as you eat breakfast and think. The realization that he had lied kept you up for a little while last night. You don't understand why he would lie about it.

But then you also wonder what it meant. It wasn't like you thought he was heartless. Or some stone-cold man. He could act like he was sometimes, but you feel that he is not like that. You remember hearing the events that unfolded before your enrollment into the Spider Society. An altercation with Miles Morales, who is now one of your closest colleagues, trying to prevent his father from dying. Miguel launched a multiverse hunt for Miles, trying to prevent him from breaking the canon, which had resulted in several spider-members breaking off the Spider Society to side with Miles. In the end, Miguel had discovered that he was wrong. Miles’s father didn’t need to die to keep the multiverse balanced. After discovering he was wrong, he apologized and even helped Miles save his dad, according to Miles himself. So, Miguel O’Hara was not heartless, or completely uncaring.

He was, however, still filled with guilt and pain from losing his family. You couldn't help but wonder if he would ever be able to heal and move on.

He did care, you think. He was just too scared of showing it. Maybe he feared letting people know he cared or had the potential to still care. You sigh as you drink the warm canelita. Maybe that’s why he had lied. Perhaps he had been somewhat concerned for you and had decided to check your wellness. Then, seeing you in pain, he felt the responsibility to help. That was it. Whatever the reason, you know he didn’t want you to know. This was clear to you as he had made sure to tell you not to mention it to Jessica twice to prevent getting caught in a lie.

You finish breakfast and wash dishes before heading out. You stop as you're nearly out the door, turning to look at a picture of Peter. You bring your fingertips to your lips, planting a soft kiss before pressing them to Peter's lips on the picture.

You smile at the photo. "This city depends on me," you say, remembering this was one of the things he had last told you. You head out then, fulfilling your daily promise to Peter of ensuring the safety of this city. You swing through the city, easily, looking out for crime or anyone in need of help. You watch the sky, the sun climbing higher and higher. The city never rests but you see it's still calm and early before the sidewalks are overfilled with busy citizens living their lives. You end up sitting on a tall building, just watching and patrolling. Your senses are met as you sit there. You hear chatter already. There are some honks here and there from cars below on the streets. Music plays from somewhere nearby. You feel a light breeze in the air, messing with your hair. There’s a bakery down below, and despite the height, the scent of fresh baked bread fills the air.

Your eyes end up on a couple. You can't help but watch as they walk hand in hand. Not a care in the world. They both look like they're going to work as they talk and laugh to themselves. Your gaze follows them until they reach an intersection where they part ways but not before they kiss on the lips. It looks like a longing kiss, as if they're already missing each other despite their bodies being pressed against each other’s.

A soft sight escapes your lips. That used to be Peter and you, you realized. It was that kind of love. The kind in which you'd start missing your person even before you said goodbye. The kind that had you already longing to kiss their lips again while you were kissing them.

You longed to have that back. You missed having that. To still feel that. Even though it has been three years since Peter's death, you haven't thought about a new relationship. Sure, you have been asked out in the last year or so, but you didn't feel ready yet. You felt as though it was too soon. For some reason though, in this moment, watching the couple, you feel as though you are ready to be open to the possibility of a relationship again. You know it might never be the same as with Peter. Peter was the first everything. He's always going to be special and different to you no matter what but...

That doesn't mean love can't come again, right? And you had promised Peter, too. That you would be open to it. As you look at the city before you, you realize you're okay with at least being open to a relationship now. It's not going to be immediate of course, as it's going to take a while to find someone you can trust the same way you trusted Peter.

You sigh and get up, cleaning your pants. It seems that everything is good with your city. At least for now. You give one last glance at the lovers, now walking in different directions.

You walk away from the edge of the building and open a multidimensional portal, ready to report to HQ. Since you missed out on yesterday's meeting, you have no idea if you have special missions today or for the rest of the week. The sooner you show up to HQ, the sooner you'll know what you have been assigned and plus, you needed to go and organize the lab since you also skipped that. You enter through the portal, stepping out into the cafeteria which buzzes with energy of about seventy or so spider members. You nod to a few who you've worked with in the past as you walk by. The scent of coffee fills the air, making you crave it since you didn't have any earlier. You grab a cup then decide to grab another one for Miguel as you're heading there to collect the report from yesterday. You make your way to his lab, making it sooner than expected. You call for Lyla, who always appears. Except she doesn't appear right now. You frown.

"Lyla?" you say hoping she'll pop out of nowhere like she usually does. You always call her before you go into Miguel's lab. You always do this to avoid entering unannounced, but Lyla doesn't appear with her bubbly and sassy personality.

You debate going into the lab. On one hand, you need to figure out if you have a mission. What if there's something planned that you were assigned, and you miss it? You really don’t want to make any mission partners angry at you skipping accidentally. On the other hand, you don't want to just go into the lab unannounced even though you know other members do that sometimes.

You frown and debate internally, finally making up your mind. You push open one of the labs doors, careful not to spill any coffee on yourself, deciding that knowing if you have missions is more important. Once you enter, the door closes behind you softly. The lab is dark and quiet. You can spot the yellow lights from the monitors faintly. You begin to question if Miguel is even here. He might be out on a mission right now. You continue to walk further in just as you receive a message from Jessica through your gizmo. You put the cups of coffee down on a nearby surface, already too deep in the lab. You pull open the message, noticing that it was sent to all Spider Society members.

"Whatever you do, do NOT, and I mean do NOT, go into Miguel's lab today. Don't speak to him. Don't approach him. Avoid him at all costs. He's not to be approached today. Any questions you have, direct them to me."

You curse under your breath. Why didn't Jessica send this sooner, you ask yourself as you look up. At least it seems that he's not here, you think as you look around only to realize you're very wrong.

You feel shivers run down your body as you see him. He's hunched over his monitors on his platform. You hadn't seen him because the light was off. You stand still, heart racing suddenly.

Shit, you think to yourself. Why did Jessica send the message two minutes too late? You begin walking backwards quietly, forgetting the cups of coffee. You'll retrieve them tomorrow if all goes well. You watch Miguel carefully, making sure he stays the same, making sure he doesn’t detect you. You make it a good bit before he moves. His movement is so subtle you pause walking, making you freeze in place.

Shit, shit, shit, you think. He's looking over his shoulder now, probably scanning the area.

"Who's there?" Miguel asks, in a voice so much different from the one he used last night. This voice is raspy, laced with anger and something else. It's almost threatening. "Do not make me ask again," he says with a coldness that could put winter to shame when silence meets him.

You hear your heart race in your ears. It's beating and beating. This is the scary Miguel people talk about, you realize. You hear him breathing. He sounds irritated. You decide to speak at last to avoid angering him any further.

"It's me, Y/N. I'm sorry for coming in... I see you're busy, so I'll head out now," you say, before you begin speed walking towards the doors. Before you know it, however, you see Miguel's bright illuminating webs shoot past you and onto the doors, blocking them. You halt as you see this. You turn around slowly to face his direction, unknowing what’s going to happen next. Is he going to scream at you for interrupting him? Is he going to take out his emotions on you?

You watch carefully as he stands on the platform, facing you now. He looks menacing standing there on his platform with the lights off, the only visible lights being the yellow monitor lights which are faint to begin with. He stands still, watching in your direction, silent. You swallow hard before you take a step forward.

You can’t help but ask yourself what you’re doing. You should stay still; you should try and leave but no. Here you are, taking more steps towards him, approaching him as if he were a delicate glass figure who could break at any sudden and abrupt movement. All the while, Miguel stands there, like a statue. You can feel his gaze on you now. He has the kind of gaze that anyone could feel. Or maybe it was just you who felt his heavy gaze. You take step after step, until you are standing before him. He still stands there, towering over you, perfectly still. You release a slow breath as you meet his eyes. There’s anger, sadness, and grief in them. You tell yourself you should leave at that moment. Who are you anyway? You are just another member of the Spider Society. You are not one of his most trusted members. You are just you.

You are you, the one he checked on last night. You are the member he left his lab and million of duties he assigns himself for to travel to your universe to check on you. He helped you last night. He made you homemade rice socks to ease your pain. He made food for you, which happened to be one of your comfort foods. He made you canelita, to ease your cramps. He fixed your cabinets and took out the trash and dealt with the dishes. He watched you become overwhelmed with your emotions as you remembered Peter.

Even though Miguel O’Hara didn’t want you to know, he had shown up of his own accord and not because another member had asked him to. Jessica had not asked him to check on you.

He made the decision all on his own. You didn’t know why exactly but you were thankful, nonetheless. And that was all that mattered to you suddenly. You were grateful he had shown you kindness.

Still meeting his eyes as you think about this, you speak up again, knowing that the only thing you wish to do right now, is reciprocate that kindness. He can reject it. He can tell you to go away. He can laugh or mock you. You could care less right now. You just want to reciprocate the kind gesture from last night and that’s why you ask, looking into his maroon eyes, “Is there anything – anything I can do for you right now?”

Miguel’s eyes narrow down at you. There’s an emotion in them. Perhaps, surprise? Is he surprised by the question? Has anyone ever asked Miguel if they can do anything for him? Would he even let them if they asked?

Your arms hang at your sides as you continue to hold his gaze. “I could simply listen,” you say quietly, trying to tell him that he could just talk about whatever it is that’s bothering him. You’ll listen… If he lets you.

A few minutes go by – or maybe it just feels that long as the two of you stand in front of each other, holding each other’s gaze, in silence in his dark lab. You almost feel like he could do this all day. Just stand there, watching you with his maroon eyes narrowed at you. You wonder what he’s thinking. Or maybe he’s not even thinking. Maybe he’s so wrapped up in his emotions, he has forgotten you are there. Maybe you have become part of his lab, just another object laying around.

You begin to feel as though this will continue forever. You will be stuck in this moment with him until he snaps out of it. You find yourself thinking that you’d wait it out with him, to return the gesture of last night. You will stand here the rest of the day until he-

“Lyla,” Miguel says, finally breaking the silence. His voice is hoarse.

You feel stunned for a few seconds. You thought he’d only continue to stand there in silence for longer. You recover quickly though and nod slowly, hoping that this encourages him to talk more. You also wonder for a second if he’s requesting Lyla to show up, but she doesn’t appear. You find this strange. She’s not showing up even for him.

Miguel turns around, turning away from you to face the monitors. You stand still, in the same spot. You feel as though you should remain still, to avoid upsetting or alarming him. You notice that he begins to move his monitors around, though you cannot see what’s in them as his body covers your view. You wait for anything else. He sighs as he stops moving his monitors.

“Last night,” Miguel begins, “I returned from your apartment. I ran maintenance on Lyla before I left, and when I returned, I found a folder that she kept hidden from me.”

You listen intently, your brows furrowing as you hear the last bit. Lyla hid a folder from him? You can’t help but wonder what it contained but you know immediately whatever it was, is the root of his mood today. You watch Miguel’s head drop. The sight of this on a man like him, who always looks put together, stern, and unbreakable, is devastating. You feel the need to reach out to him. To lay your hand on his arm as a sign of support but you know very well that would be too much for the founder and leader of the Spider Society. You can’t help but think about something Jessica once said after you and other members had returned from a mission. The mission had been particularly hard, as you had all dealt with a vexing anomaly. However, it had been a success in the end, with the anomaly captured and returned to its original universe. One of the other members on the mission had joked about Miguel congratulating all of you with a hug, to which Jessica had responded in a very serious and somber manner that had snatched your teammate’s humor instantly after.

“Miguel cannot do physical touch in that way, right now. Perhaps he never will.”

You remember thinking how sad that sounded. That someone couldn’t do physical touch in that way. Of course, you understood why it would be hard for him. You had heard he had lost his daughter in his arms. Your fingers twitch, wishing you could comfort him but there’s a line. A line you’re unwilling to cross when you know Miguel has firmly drawn it. Your hands curl into fists, trying to end the need to comfort him. Listening will have to do, you think.

“The folder contains photos and videos of my… previous life. Of my daughter and wife,” Miguel says, sounding pained and heartbroken.

You share his sadness as you realize. Lyla had hidden it. Lyla, who is nowhere to be found… You piece the pieces together and conclude that the bubbly, cute, and sassy AI assistant has been deactivated or shut off for the time being as a result of Miguel’s emotions.

You don’t know what to say. What can you say? How do you respond to this unique scenario in which your AI assistant hides a folder containing contents from your previous life before disaster struck? As you stare into Miguel’s back, you think about Lyla.

Lyla, who is always sassy and bubbly. Lyla, who follows Miguel’s every command.

Lyla, who is the only one that accompanies the founder and leader of the Spider Society when he’s locked up in his lab. Lyla, who despite being AI, is the only one that knows in full disclosure about the life Miguel led.

The one who saw a happy Miguel. A Miguel with a wife and daughter. A Miguel that probably smiled and laughed often. A version of him that didn’t stare into monitors with a grief-stricken face. You cannot help but wonder in that moment, staring at his large back… What was it like to hear Miguel O’Hara’s laugh? You guessed it was deep and rich, the kind that probably made you want to make the man laugh more to keep hearing it. You wondered what his smile looked like, too.

You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. It was not the moment. You focus again. Lyla, the AI assistant that probably knew Miguel better than any other Spider Society member, had hidden a folder containing photos and videos of his previous life. Of his wife and daughter. And you know why. Or at least you are certain you know why. That little sassy and bubbly AI assistant cares for Miguel. You cannot help but pinpoint this as her reasoning for hiding it. She knows him and what he has been through. She knew it’d break him further to see more memories of his previous life.

Still standing behind him, unmoving, you gently respond, “I’m sorry…”

Miguel’s head is still hanging when he speaks again. “She hid it from me all these years. Do you know how many files I had before this?” he asks, his voice hoarse, still laced with anger and sadness. He responds before you can. “I had three!” he says, louder. “Two videos and one photograph! And she’s had this file containing over a dozen photos and videos of them. How dare she! How dare she hide this from me? How could she hide them from me… My family,” Miguel says with a much more desperate and mournful tone that almost makes you want to weep for him.

You notice his hand, laying against a monitor softly. He shifts his body some, allowing you, accidentally, to see the monitor. You feel overwhelmed with sadness as your eyes scan the photograph. There, in the monitor is Miguel standing in the back with his arms wrapped around a woman while the other one holds a girl. Your eyes move across the woman, Miguel’s wife. You had heard from other spider members that he had met her shortly after inserting himself into the child’s life. They had quickly fallen in love and had married in a short amount of time. She was beautiful with mid-length hair, bright eyes, and a warm smile. You move to the child. Her small face was precious with her toothy smile and scrunched nose as she looked at the camera. Her hair was in a ponytail, and she wore a soccer uniform. You cannot explain the feeling that overwhelms your heart as you see this beautiful girl. Finally, your eyes land on him.

Miguel O’Hara looks at the camera with happy eyes and a smile that leaves you a little breathless. The sight is strange and yet comforting in some way. His eyes are bright. He looks happy. More than happy, really. This was another Miguel. One that you had never met. One that you may never meet. You don’t fail to notice that he’s in casual clothes in the photograph, further indicating how different this version of him to the one in skin and bones before you are. Miguel never smiles or laughs. He is never seen in comforting and relaxing clothing. His eyes are never full and bright. There is no twinkle in his eyes like there is in the photograph. No, the eyes of the man in front of you are vacant of this twinkle. No sign of happiness.

An involuntary, deep sigh escapes from you. You freeze almost immediately. Miguel turns to you with an unreadable look on his face. You meet his eyes briefly before you return your attention to the monitor.

“She was beautiful… They both were,” you whisper as your eyes land on the little girl again.

You wonder what she was like. Her soccer uniform gives you a glimpse of her. You imagine she was dedicated to it. She probably was good at scoring goals. You imagine her scoring one and running to the sidelines, where Miguel probably stood, watching, and cheering with his wife. You imagine them, going out to get ice cream afterwards to celebrate. You imagine Miguel giving her a ride on his back as she squeals, his wife laughing and finding the scene wholesome.

You cannot explain it. You feel as though you are grieving for him, the life he used to have. You grieve his happiness.

He was so happy. He had everything. A wife and a daughter. A family. And they were gone. Just like that.

As you stare at the photograph, your emotions swirling, you fail to notice Miguel watching you. He notices the way your posture has changed. You usually walk around with a posture that many envy. Your head is always high. Your face is usually bright and warm. And yet, when he looks at you now, he sees the way your arms hang at your sides almost in a helpless way. He notices your hands, curled in fists and wonders the reason for it. He observes your slumped shoulders, as if you were sharing the burden of his emotions in that moment.

Despite his emotions being a wreck right now, he finds the moment to feel off by this sight. He is used to seeing you happy and with a warm smile. He wondered a few times how someone could always carry themselves this way despite losing someone. He knew of your loss, of course. He didn’t know the exact details, but he knew it had been painful and his suspicions had been further confirmed last night when he had asked why you stuck around to your shitty apartment. He had seen the way you had focused on the wall with photographs. He had guessed you were looking at a photo of you and your Peter. He was never going to admit it out loud, but he had explored your apartment while you slept, and that wall had caught his attention.

His eyes had observed your face. There was not one in which you weren’t smiling. It didn’t matter if you were looking at the camera or not, there was a smile on your face. He couldn’t help but notice the way you smiled at Peter, too, in the photos that you were not facing the camera. It seemed to Miguel that Peter was your everything and you had proven his thought right when he saw your eyes focus on a specific photo on this wall. When your eyes filled with tears that threatened to spill down your face. When he saw the familiar emotions he carried with him every day.

Grief. Sadness. Heartbreak. Longing.

Miguel swallows the lump in his throat as his eyes are still on you. He watches the way you scan the photo. There is no judgement from you. There is no question about how it happened. You just watch and you seem to feel his pain. He finally turns to the screen, shifting over, giving you a better view of the monitor displaying the photo. His movement is subtle, and it could easily be mistaken as an accident, but it was anything but that. Miguel O’Hara, for once, was okay with someone looking at a photo of his previous life. He felt that he could trust you, even though you were one of the newest members in his society. He felt something inside him when he heard you call his wife and daughter beautiful. His face had a longing look on it but a small, almost barely there, smile appeared on his face as his eyes scanned the photo again.

“They were…,” he said softly. “My daughter – her name was Gabriella.”

Your eyes shift to Miguel again. You can see a ghost of a smile on his face. It pains you to see this. He deserves to be happy, you think.

“That’s a beautiful name… Gabriella,” you say softly, and you don’t fail to see the way his eyes close when you say his child’s name. It’s almost as if it’s too much to hear it out loud but Miguel opens his eyes again.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard someone else say her name,” Miguel says quietly, barely audible but you hear it, and this breaks your heart. You watch him swallow. “She was bright, so bright. She did well in school. She loved science,” Miguel says before he brings his hand to his face. You watch as he wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. Tears, you realize. He’s wiping tears off his eyes as he talks about Gabriella. And – suddenly, Miguel is talking about his daughter. Spilling everything that comes to his mind about her.

He tells you about the science projects Gabriella did and how she earned A’s. He tells you about her in the soccer team, how she put so much determination into her practices. How she dedicated her goals to him. About the way she had nightmares sometimes and how she called for him, him being the only one that could truly comfort her and lure her back to sleep. He talks about making her breakfast and how much she loved Saturday breakfasts especially because he made pancakes with chocolate chip cookies on them.

Miguel goes on and on, giving you more glimpses into his life and hell – you grieve that life for him. You grieve the death of a child you never knew. Your urge to comfort him grows with each detail he gives you. Your curled fists unclench and clench over and over. It’s so hard to hold back, to not wrap your arms around this man who is stuck in the past, grieving a life he no longer has… but you know you shouldn’t. You know you can’t as you remember Jessica’s comment about Miguel being unable to do physical touch. Instead, you do what you can do.

“She sounds like a wonderful child, Miguel,” you whisper still looking at the image, and you mean it. Little Gabriella sounds like a beam of sunlight. She sounds like the kind of child that could turn your frown into a smile. You smile faintly at her toothy smile. You wonder what kind of life she would’ve led but you stop yourself, feeling like you have no right to wonder that. “I have never said it before because I know…” you trail off not wanting to say what you wanted to say, which was that you knew this was a topic that couldn’t be brought up. Other members had warned you about bringing it up, so you never did. “… but I’m so sorry for your loss,” you whisper and hope your tone expresses your condolences.

Miguel remains silent. He continues to look at the screen and it appears his tears have slowed down at least. “Thank you,” he says, his voice sounding less hoarse and calmer, but it’s still laced with sadness.

You remember Lyla then and you can’t help but feel bad for the little AI assistant. You wonder if you will push it too far by bringing her up.

“I know I’m no one,” you start, turning your face to him even though he cannot see it. “To say anything and I know it’s upsetting, rightfully so…” you say, understanding why Miguel was so angry.

Miguel turns slightly towards you, as if interested in what you have to say. You let out a soft sigh. “Lyla – you know she cares about you, right?” you ask, softly.

Miguel turns his head away again and doesn’t respond for a few seconds until finally he nods. He sighs and brings a hand to his left temple. He massages it for a few seconds, perhaps a sign of a headache, you wonder.

“I know,” he answers quietly. “I know she did it to avoid – “ he says but doesn’t finish. You nod understanding.

“She’s always around to help you,” you say, a little smile forming on your face as you think about her. “She’s always so sassy but she always does her job.”

Miguel scoffs, nodding. “Her sassiness wasn’t planned. She took that trait all on her own,” he says but you don’t believe it. Lyla had once told you how sassy Miguel himself was before the events that changed his life forever took place. You guess his own sassiness was inspiration for hers. You smile as you think of that side of him, probably buried deep in him. You don’t mention this though and just nod. Maybe one day, you can see that side of him. Maybe.

“I haven’t seen her in a few days since I was out, but I miss her questions,” you say, referring to how she showers you with questions every time you clean the lab.

Miguel stays still and replies a few seconds later. “I deactivated her after I found out what she did.”

Your suspicion is proved correct then. You don’t say anything else. It’s not like you can ask him to bring her back. At the end of the day, Lyla is his creation. The two of you remain silent for a few minutes in his dark lab. Miguel finally sighs and straightens up, his true height towering over you.

“I’ll activate her again,” Miguel says, and his voice is in its usual tone now. The same one from yesterday while he talked to you in the kitchen. You feel relief wash over you. If you felt so attached to her without being her creator, you wonder how attached Miguel might be to her. Miguel then turns around, fully facing you. You look up at him. He is a different man than the one you first encountered earlier. He lifts his wrist closer to his face and begins clicking his gizmo. Not even ten seconds later, Lyla appears again.

She floats next to his head and looks around, seemingly confused. Her eyes land on you before they turn to Miguel.

“Miguel – you know I didn’t mean to,” she says and for once, her tone is not sassy or bubbly. She sounds truly sorry. Miguel stares at her, with eyes that reveal his attachment to her.

“It’s alright, Lyla. I know,” Miguel mutters and Lyla floats over to hug his head, happy to be back and forgiven it seems.

You try hiding your chuckle but fail miserably, catching both of their attention. You straighten up, noticing their gaze on you now. Lyla disappears and appears just as quickly as she disappeared, suddenly in front of your face.

She makes it a point to look like she’s whispering to you. “I guess I have you to thank, right?” she asks, winking at you behind her heart-shaped glasses. You chuckle softly.

“It’s good to have you back, Lyla.”

Lyla grins and offers you a fist bump. “This is why you’re one of my favorite spider members,” she says, earning a scowl from Miguel.

“I thought you said you didn’t have favorites, Lyla.”

Lyla shrugs at Miguel once she faces him after you return the fist bump. “It would hurt your feelings if you knew you’re not in my top five. Sorry, Miguel,” she says, still hovering over you. This earns Lyla another scowl.

“And I created you,” Miguel says in disbelief, but you can tell there’s a little bit of a playfulness in his tone.

“Y/N is in my top five.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I am? I literally joined the society like – four months ago.”

Lyla shrugs, floating back to Miguel. “That doesn’t matter, Y/N. I will not elaborate why you’re one of my favorites,” she says with a little smirk before looking at Miguel and then back at you. You can’t help but feel like her look at Miguel was to make some point as to why you’re one of her favorites, but you chalk it up to overthinking.

“Well, consider me flattered,” you reply with a grin, which Lyla returns before she looks around.

“So – you guys have been hanging out in the dark like some weirdos? Let’s light up this place,” Lyla says, and the lab is suddenly lit up.

The sudden light makes Miguel and you close your eyes in discomfort. You blink a few times, trying to get used to the change.

“Lyla, did you really have to do it that suddenly? A warning would’ve been appreciated you know?” Miguel asks, giving Lyla an annoyed look.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand the darkness in here.”

You chuckle quietly, still trying to adjust to the sudden bright lights. With your eyes finally adjusted, you look up at Miguel and Lyla. Lyla is grinning as she sits in the air with one of her legs crossed over the other. Miguel scoffs at her before he turns his attention to you. His face is calm and relaxed.

“I’m – sorry for the way I snapped earlier when you arrived,” Miguel starts with sincerity. “Did you need something?”

“Please don’t apologize, there’s no need to,” you say with a small smile. The last thing you wanted was for him to apologize when you intruded. Yet, you feel something in your chest you cannot describe at the fact that he has apologized. “I came to collect the report from yesterday’s meeting. I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t skipping missions.”

Miguel nods and steps off his platform, brushing past you. He walks over to another surface and picks up what you assume is the report. He walks back to you and extends his arm, handing you the report. You take it and thank him. You quickly flip through it, your eyes scanning the pages to see if you have a mission today. You see you don’t have anything until tomorrow.

You look up at Miguel. He seems to be looking elsewhere though there’s an expression on his face you cannot decipher.

“Well, that was all. Thank you and – I’m sorry for intruding,” you add with embarrassment.

Miguel turns to you and shakes his head softly. “Don’t worry about it…”

You smile briefly before you begin taking steps back. “Okay, well. I should head out… I’ll see you around,” you say before you turn around and begin walking towards the door. You suddenly remember the organizing. You stop walking but don’t turn. “Oh, I’ll come tomorrow after my mission to organize the lab, if you don’t mind.”

“Alright. See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Y/N!” Lyla calls out.

“Bye, Lyla!” you say before exiting the lab, report in hand.

The door closes after you, leaving Miguel and his sassy AI assistant alone in a well-lit lab now. Miguel turns to his monitors. He stares at the picture for a few seconds. There’s a faint smile on his face before he closes the tab and folder. Lyla remains silent as if sensing that Miguel needs this moment. Miguel sighs, looking around the lab. Sensing that she can talk now, Lyla breaks the silence, noticing something.

“Why do you have two random coffee cups abandoned over there? I swear some of the members are so unorganized and forgetful sometimes,” Lyla complains, floating away.

Miguel looks around, a slight frown on his face as he searches the lab with his eyes before he spots them. Two cups of coffee are placed on one of the many surfaces of the lab. He stares at them, knowing instantly who brought them. He walks over to the surface and grabs one, lifting it to his face. It’s still warm in his hand and the scent of coffee fills his nostrils. He takes a sip, deep in thought for a few seconds.

“So, care to elaborate why Y/N is one of your top five spider members?” Miguel asks Lyla, curiously.

“I don’t think I will.”

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Thank you for the support so far, it's really appreciated 🥰! Part three will be up in a few days. I don't know how long this will be but I think there might be five in total? We'll see! Also, excuse any spelling or grammar errors. I edited it but I read it for so long my eyes probably still missed something.

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