#ty osborne

[gnawer-of-table-legs]

ABOUT THOSE WHO ABANDONED KISTER

edit: apparently the WALTEN Files official twt has been going around harassing Alex’s supporters so I’ve removed Martin Walls from this list.

Now that Alex has been confirmed to be innocent— well— of the manipulation and predatory behavior, there are still things they had done wrong (and taken accountability for), lots of people are hating on those like Chezzkids, Ty Osborne, Spidey, and the others who supported Ven/etc.

Yes, if they had read the document, they would have immediately seen how fishy it was. Yes, they should have stayed neutral at the very least. Yes, they “followed the crowd.”

There is not a single person who should be debating that their decision to do as they did was immoral. They chose PR over an innocent persons reputation and life.

We shouldn’t be defending or excusing these actions, but we should also be aware of WHY they would immediately support victims.

A good part of the blame rests on the shoulders of the fans/audience.

If certain people didn’t take these events as an excuse to dox and threaten people, this wouldn’t have happened. If certain people were capable of acting like civilized human beings, this wouldn’t have happened.

People who supported DID support got harassed, threatened, and doxxed.

I do not support the ex-crew members actions, but I will not condemn them for it. They were not protecting their reputation and career, they were protecting their life and privacy. Doxxing can be deadly.

You CANNOT create an environment where a blow to one’s reputation can endanger their LIFE, and then have the audacity to act SURPRISED or OFFENDED when those people act purely to save their own skin.

[detrahere-se]

-MY TWO CENTS

so being apart of the tmc fandom and having taken a lot of inspiration from alex this whole situation has been sketchy from the start but i’m gonna talk abt ty and other people who left the tmc crew

the biggest, most likely, reason why they left is guilty by association. a lot of people forget that factor when it comes to things like this. it’s also why SO many ppl who supported alex got send fucking DEATH THREATS.

ty claimed to know about the situation and the allegations, but not enough to make a good judgement, but reading the documents he made his decision to leave. ty presented no evidence, no sympathy, and was entirely empathetic with the victims. he had only claimed to spoken to two, Ven and most likely DB because only, as i’m aware, have been three victims including Ven, DB, and mitcha.

not to mention spidey had also left. am i saying that they both hate alex with all their hearts? no. but am i saying that they most likely left due to their own reputation at stake and being accused of the same things that have happened to multiple people, in legal and in not legal cases, before? yes.

EDIT:

not to mention how there was over TWENTY VICTIMS?? that seems WAY to unreasonable if this doc was started in i think april of last year😭

[sme-esh]

Tyler!!!

[builtintripping]

a long time ago, mark, adam, and thatcher's va hung out. i won't be surprised if something like this happened between them, they're so chaotic 😩👌

also i'll take the time to promote my youtube here 👉👈

[oceanwater55]

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[strangethings-everywhere]

Here’s the cast of characters for my Parkner fic

Tom Holland as Peter Parker (duh)

Ty Simpkins as Harley Keener (obviously)

Zendaya and Jacob Batalon as MJ and Ned

Benjamin Wadsworth as Harry Osborn

Jack Mulhern (MY LOVE) as Danny Rantz (OC)

AND THERE IS MORE TO COME 👍🏻 Proof That Harley Keener Has A Heart by booknerds_unite on AO3

[thlaylisden]

Harry osborn? no.trauma child and now hes mine (including his goblin side) wishing he had more screentime on TASM2 because his armored suit was fucking RAD and also a BITCH to draw

[theshadowrealmitself]

I am currently thinking about Spiderman au’s where people think Spider-Man’s secret identity is Harry Osborn

And usually when I see people talk about them or when I myself talk about them, there’s 2 versions of it with slight alterations: (1) it’s like pre-goblin or no-goblin Harry who doesn’t know Peter’s secret, he’s just being a good friend and stuff’s accidentally happening around him, or (2) it’s Harry who does knows Peter’s secret and is contributing to the rumors either on purpose or accidentally while knowingly covering up for Peter

But! Instead of thinking about those two versions, I’m thinking about either goblin Harry or just during a time when Peter and Harry’s friendship is on the rocks because of Peter’s weird behavior (from hiding a secret identity) and during that people start thinking Spider-Man’s actually Harry Osborn

Khgfddl now I’m thinking about Harry finding out about the rumors and being like “Is this why you’ve been acting odd around me lately, Petey? I swear I’m not Spiderman”

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1946, the very first X-File of the FBI was opened by J Edgar Hoover about a series of murders in and around the North West. The murders had the characteristics of both a wild animal and of being done by a man. Due to the bizarre and unsolved nature of the crimes, Hoover had the files locked away in the first X File (“Shapes” X Files, TV)

[lvebug]

⭐️⭐️~

andie becomes lowkey friends with felicity because she (andie) is obnoxious and unrelenting and calls harry a lot when he's busy so she gets the secretary. she'll bring coffee or pastries or they will gossip for a few minutes when they see each other

the press absolutely has a field day with the handful of blurry photos they get of andie and harry outside a coffee place where andie is laughing uproariously. andie keeps making it worse because she has no media training whatsoever so when some photographer tries hounding her for answers she just talks about how wonderful harry is. one or two guys will linger outside FEAST for a few hours every day for upwards of three weeks before harry has to be like please leave FEAST alone they are a nonprofit and you are making it harder for them to do their work and also i am not dating this girl please stop

and a bonus since the first isn't quite about harry: they meet for the first time at FEAST, as we know, but really become friends a little later when they bump into each other at some fancy event. andie is there to try and drum up donors for FEAST and harry is there for general rich person schmoozing. andie spots a familiar face in the crowd and beelines for harry

[miscreantmelon]

Have been tagged by @kitthefox to post 4 songs I've been really into lately. (Thank you! ❤️🖤)

These are the top four in my On Repeat 🙃 so I guess let's go with these 🙈

Tagging @naraism if she wants to do it!

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

[hobiebrownismygod]

"Sorry, Dove" Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader - Part 1/2

Summary: Hobie Brown's canon event, or in which basically you were the Gwen Stacy to Hobie Brown's Spider-Punk

TW: Blood, Mention of murder, Reader death, Angst, Hobie crying

WC: ~2k

A/N: You and Hobie are young, around 14 to 15 in this. It's supposed to be sort of his origin story. Btw, Hobie's dialogue are bolded.

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @lauryn2558 @sunasslut69

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CREAK

You looked up from your bed as you heard the window open slightly, letting in a draft of cold air. Quickly throwing the cover off, you crawled to the foot of your bed where the window was situated, tilting your head to the side slightly with a smile. Peering in through the window, was the unmasked face of your best friend, Hobie Brown.

"What are you doing here? It's past midnight!" You exclaimed, hugging your knees to your chest as you watched him pull himself into your room, hitting his head on the top of the window in the process. "Ow!" He let out a groan before he put his hands on his hips, looking down at you. "Happy Birthday, dove. Looks like I'm the first person to wish you" He asked with a smile. "Did you really think I was going to leave you alone on your special day?"

"Hobie, if I get caught this time..."

"You won't." he extended his hand out towards you, a confident grin on his face. "Come on, you trust me, right?"

You looked up at him, biting the inside of your cheek. "But what about the curfew?" Ever since Spider-man had showed up, only a few months ago, President Osborne had implemented a curfew of 10 pm, stating that anyone who left their homes after that time period would be severely punished. But then of course, Hobie had never been much of a rule-follower.

"Since when have I ever followed that stupid curfew?" He asked with a lopsided smile, reaching his hand out to you a little further to coax you into taking it. "Come on, I've got something amazing planned."

You hesitated for a moment before taking his hand with a sigh. "Fine." You muttered, letting him pull you off the bed and open the window a little further. "Just trust me, dove, we'll be fine." he gave you a gentle smile before pulling himself out the window. You stuck your head outside, waiting for him to balance himself before pulling yourself out as well, his hand holding your waist to keep you from falling.

He used his hands to stick to the wall and held you to his chest. "Shit, I forgot the mask. Can you put it on for me?" He asked tentatively, leaning back slightly to look at you. He nodded towards his pocket and you reached inside, grabbing the mask and gently pulling it over his head while he kept his arms firmly wrapped around you.

"Ready?" You smiled in response, putting your arms around his neck and holding on tight while he secured you to him with a web, tying it tightly before he leaped off the side of the building. "Where exactly are we going?" You asked, closing your eyes as he sped up, swinging through the dark, empty city. "You'll find out."

The two of you stayed in the shadows of the sky, careful not to let any of the soldiers patrolling the streets see you. They were all armed with their guns, and Hobie knew that if they caught even a glimpse of him, they'd shoot without a second thought.

It only took a few minutes before you arrived to your destination, a tall building with clouds surrounding the edges, making the height seem even more intimidating. You timidly stepped down from him, the elevation making it slightly hard to breathe. "Uh...Hobes? What is this place?"

"Shhh, just trust me." He repeated, taking your arm and leading you towards the edge. He pulled off his mask and took a deep breath before he gestured out into the distance. It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the night, but once you did...you expression morphed to one of pure awe.

The lights of the city were dimmed due to the curfew, making the night sky completely visible. The stars looked close enough to touch, making it seemed as though if you reached your hand up, you might just be able to grab one of those twinkling lights. The moon was full and bright, illuminating the roof and making the scene even more magical. 

"So?" He asked, gauging your expression, trying to determine whether you liked the view or not. You gave him a wide smile, closing your eyes as you laughed. "It's amazing. I don't ever think I've seen this many stars before. Thank you."

"Yeah, well, there's less pollution this high up." He replied, looking down at his feet awkwardly, avoiding eye contact. "I'm glad you like it."

You sat down on the edge, the wind nearly pushing you off, and dangled your legs over the side, looking down at the quiet city beneath you. "It's peaceful up here." You said quietly, still trying to fully take in the gorgeous view. "Probably the best birthday gift I've gotten today." You chuckled.

His eyes widened. "This isn't your birthday gift." He said, shaking his head. "Nah, I've got you something else too." You gave him a confused look as he began to search through his pockets, eventually pulling out a tiny wrapped box with a small handmade bow on top. "Open it." 

You glanced up at his excited expression before taking the box in your hands, fingers running over the soft satin bow as you untied it. You took the top off and you stared down at the present in shock. "What'dya think?"

You pulled him into a hug, a stupid grin on your face as you profusely thanked him. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You exclaimed, squeezing him so tight he could barely breathe. "I'm-g-glad you liked t-them!" He replied, gasping for air.

You'd been asking him for your own pair of web shooters ever since you'd found out your best friend was the masked vigilante known as Spider-man. He'd refused at first, saying he didn't want you involved in his crimes, but it looked as though he'd gifted you them anyways. 

You took the web shooters out of the box gently, clasping it onto your hand. You tried to shoot it, but nothing came out. "Huh?" You pressed again, a little harder. "I haven't put the fluid into it yet." He said, taking your hand in his and wiping away a smudge off the cool metal surrounding your wrist. "I'll put it in later, I promise." He gave you a sheepish look. "I used it all up a little while ago when I was fighting Kraven."

"That's okay!" You were still over the top with happiness as you pulled him into yet another hug. "I can't believe you actually made them! You're amazing!" He blushed as he accepted your hug, awkwardly patting your back. "Of course. I'd never leave my dove hanging." He said quietly, clearing his throat.

Hobie hadn't always been awkward around you. In fact, before you'd moved away, the two of you had been so close, people would get scared if they only saw one and not the other. Your family and friends would come up to you asking, 'Where's Hobie?', and vice versa. 

After you'd moved, he started to see you less often, get-togethers only happening every month or so. Your families had grown apart and you didn't eat dinner together anymore. You lived too far apart, it took too long.

And then, Hobie's neighborhood was raided, Osborne's soldiers took over, and his mom and youngest sister died. His father had gotten sick, and although your family had tried to help as much as they could, he eventually died. Hobie was left alone with his brother, who was barely able to provide for him. You stopped seeing him completely.

That was until one day, he'd showed up at your window with a bite mark and his brother's old jacket, saying that you were all he had left and that he needed your help. Sometimes he'd sleep in your room without your parents knowing and other times he stayed at shelters and such, completely alone. You were his only friend, his only family, all he had.

You were also his first love. Of course, you didn't know about that yet, he was too shy to tell you, but you still meant more to him that most others ever had. It was why he worked hard to come see you so often, why he'd made these web-shooters for you. Maybe you could really be by his side from now on, rather than just the girl that cleaned him up after a bad fight. Maybe...you liked him back.

Actually, he was planning on telling you. That's why he'd brought you to such a quiet place, given you his birthday gift for you, and that's why he was sitting next to you right now, stealing glances while you played with your new web-shooters.

"So, has the center found you a foster family yet?" You asked gently, looking up at him with a concerned expression. His eyebrows immediately furrowed and he looked away. "They've tried. But I told you, I don't want to live with a foster family."

"Hobie, come on. It won't be that bad. What if they're really nice?" You suggested, hugging your knees to your chest as you looked up at him. "What if they're not? What if they're racist, or-or fascists, or-" he stuttered, trying to find an excuse for why he drove away every family that tried to take him.

He couldn't let you know the real intentions behind this. He couldn't let you know that he was afraid that whatever family took him would take him away, move somewhere, and force him to leave you behind. He enjoyed these moments with you, being able to sneak into your room whenever he wanted and take you wherever he wanted to go.

And being Spider-man would be even harder if a family took him in. They might end up finding out, and who knows if they'd turn him into the cops or if they'd use it against him. He couldn't risk that. No, living at the shelter was the best thing for him right now.

"My family could-"

"No." He immediately shut you down and your expression sagged. You knew if you tried hard enough, your parents might be willing to take him in. He seemed to hate that idea even more. Your family had moved away because of your dad's job as a cop, and Hobie despised cops. Cops were the reason his family was gone and cops were the reason he had been living in such a shitty neighborhood to begin with. He didn't trust living with one, no matter how much he cared about their daughter.

"Can we talk about something else?" he asked, looking back at you with a pleading expression. "Okay, what do you want to talk about?" You asked.

You shivered as another cold draft passed by the two of you. It was freezing at this height. Hobie's expression softened as he noticed this and he pulled off his vest, wrapping it around you before pulling you a little closer. "It's bloody freezing up here." He chuckled, teeth chattering slightly.

The two of you huddled together for warmth as you continued to talk, the conversation shifting towards more pleasant things, like his music, your art, etc. You rested your head onto his shoulder as he worked himself up over his guitar, talking about the songs he was planning on writing, the new rhythms he'd learned. He hummed them out to you as you listened, ranking them based on how much you liked them and how catchy they were.

It had been maybe an hour or two since he'd brought you here, and you were obviously starting to get very sleepy. You were nodding off as he continued to talk, and he pulled you a little closer, letting you press your head against his chest and get comfortable. You would've fallen asleep too, if it wasn't for the-

BOOM.

You jumped slightly and Hobie immediately looked in the direction of the noise, completely alert. "What was that?" You asked nervously. Smoke was coming from the distance, looking as though some sort of bomb had been set off. He looked down at your for a moment, a knowing look in his eyes. "I've got to go."

"But, Hobie-"

"I'll come back for you, I swear. Just stay here and stay safe, okay?" He said quickly. He didn't have time to plead with you right now, all he could do was make you promise to stay put. You looked at him for a moment. "Just...you be safe, okay?" 

He nodded, taking your hand in his. "Always." He brought your hand to his lips, kissing your palm gently before walking toward the edge and leaping off the building, pulling his mask back up in the process. You watched, unsure of what to do now.

You'd promised him you'd stay put and it wasn't like you could get off the building in the first place, so really you were stuck up there. You kept your eyes on his retreating figure, powerfully swinging down to the city below while you simply shivered, holding his vest around you a little tighter.

And then, you heard another explosion. The sound caused you to fall back slightly out of shock, but this time, you were unsure of where it'd come from. It sounded a lot quieter than the last one, and it also sounded much, much closer.

You peered over the edge of the building, searching for where it could have possibly come from. That's when you noticed, the line of tiny green orbs, latched in groups on the wall of the skyscraper. You continued to stare, trying to recall where you'd seen them before. They looked so familiar...

Suddenly, one of them exploded, causing the building to shake slightly. The one right above it began to quiver, as though it might be next. You let out a soft gasp as you walked back from the edge, going back towards the middle of the building. Those green orbs weren't orbs. They were bombs.

And who else would use bombs to kill their victims?

"Hobi-Spider-man!" You called out in a fearful voice, hoping he'd hear you despite him being long gone. "Come on, come back!" You yelled.

"Spider-man isn't here now, kid." A loud cackle came from behind you and you yelped, turning around to see none other than the Green Goblin, more bombs in hand as he stared at you from atop his wavering hoverboard. "What? You weren't expecting me?"

The building shook again as the next bomb went off and you fell to the ground, trying to get back up and regain your balance as the building wobbled. "Wh-what do you want?" You asked, looking back over the edge as you backed away. 

The Goblin only approached you, getting closer and closer. "I saw you, I saw that little punk swinging you up here. You're his friend, aren't you?" His menacing voice sent chills up your spine. No...he couldn't find out. You had to keep Hobie safe.

"No, I'm not." you said quickly, continuing to back away until you were only on the edge of the building, cornered by the masked man. "He just helped me out, I don't know him." You were breathing heavily now, your chest rising up and down as you tried to seem like some random civilian, hoping it would be enough to protect Hobie.

"Ah, but we both know that's not true." The Goblin chuckled. He was close enough to reach out and grab you at this point. "If you won't give him up...well, I suppose I'll have to force you."

You leaned back slightly as the Goblin's hand reached out towards you, fear flickering across your expression.

Suddenly, the building shook again, harder, as the rest of the bombs blew up at the same time. You found yourself falling back, unable to keep your balance. You screamed as you felt the ground disappear from beneath your feet and your stomach drop when you began to fall. 

The only thing you heard was the Goblin's laugh as he swooped towards you, grabbing you by the shirt and dangling you over the city. He pulled you a little closer as you struggled, holding onto his arm and protesting. "Now let's go and find your little friend, shall we?"

[thiccpettybitch]

Sweet Sorrow - Ch. 1 Miguel O’hara x F!Reader

Phew, alright, I have to admit, this chapter was a bit of a struggle to write. My self-doubt and anxieties are having a go at me, and I can't help but feel like I rushed it a little. But you know what? I'd rather get it out there than keep overthinking it until I can quote it word for word.

I know it might be a bit confusing or jumbled right now, but I promise it'll get easier to understand as the story unfolds. There are so many good moments planned that I can't wait to share with you 😭

Today's been a self-doubt day for me, but hey, it happens. Now, let's talk about Sweet Sorrow, the spin-off of my baby Bitter Sweet. I'd really appreciate it if you could let me know what you think about it. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask.

Also, I want to take a moment to say thank you so much for all the support. We've reached over 1000 likes and over 100 reblogs, and I'm incredibly grateful for every single one. Your likes, questions, comments, and asks truly make my day brighter. I can't say it enough – thank you all from the bottom of my heart!💖

(I’ve also gotten all your asks so don’t worry! Once the next chapter of Bitter Sweet is out, i will begin slowly releasing them as well! ty again, ilu all!)

Now, I'm going to take a deep breath and keep pushing forward with the story. With your support, I know I can make it even better, and I'm excited to see where this journey takes us.

Part 2

As you find yourself hurtling towards an inevitable end, you gaze upward, and there is Miguel, falling with you. His hand reaches out with desperate hope, as if trying to bridge the impossible distance between you. Despite his bloodied and battered state, he grits his teeth, calling out for you with a heart-wrenching cry. You don’t have the strength to call out for him, tears well up in your eyes, suspended in the air like tiny, glistening droplets, as you continue to fall.

You know he won't be able to catch you; the fall is too fast, the distance too great. However perhaps selfishly so, you still use the last of your strength to call out for him, begging him to save you.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Green Goblin appears, swooping in on his glider. He crashes into Miguel's side, sending him careening into another building. You close your eyes letting out another sob as you watch The Green Goblin looks down at you, his face twisted with malevolence. He gives you a small, taunting wave, relishing, before setting his sights on Spiderman, on Miguel.

Will it hurt?

As you plummet, the inevitable ground approaches, and you can't help but think that this is it. In a final desperate act, you call out Miguel's name, as if it's your way of making a lasting impact on the world. The prospect of death might be beyond your control, but no one can take away the memories of his name, his face, his smile, his touch, and his love. They will be the last thoughts in your mind before you touch the ground. Before you die.

With a loud gasp, the back of your jacket unexpectedly snags on a flag post, suspending you high above the ground. As you look down, the world spins around you, making your head swirl with dizziness. Panic takes hold, and you cry out in a desperate attempt to free yourself. The flagpole protests with creaks, and you find yourself trapped, unable to move without facing a deadly plunge. It's as if fate is playing one last cruel joke on you, leaving you helplessly suspended, caught between life and death.

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Miguel's expression contorted with pain as the glider collided with him, forcing the air from his lungs in a pained grunt. Amidst the chaos, Osborn's sinister laughter echoed in his ears, fueling his determination. He mustered every ounce of strength, pushing himself up, his talons digging into the glider's metal.

‘’Miguel--!!’’

Rage and panic surged through him, driving Miguel to lash out. With a fierce punch, he thrust his hand through the metal, causing cables and sparks to fly, but he paid no mind to the chaos around him. Osborn cursed and fought back, trying to halt his advance. Fingers closed around Miguel's mask, but he didn't care anymore, not even as the mask was yanked off, and their eyes met. A roar escaped his lips as he smacked Osborn in the face, the broken glider sending the villain flying into a nearby building.

Despite his aching body, Miguel webbed onto two buildings simultaneously, propelling himself forward through the air. He ignored the pain, focused only on reaching his destination. Landing on the roof of the building where you had fallen, he scrambled up on all fours, rushing to the edge. Before he could react, a blinding light burst through the air, and he collided with a solid mass, sending him falling backward.

Looking up, Miguel froze in astonishment. Before him stood a large, futuristic-looking Spiderman, his face concealed behind a mask, yet the intensity of his gaze felt palpable. It was as if he was scrutinizing Miguel's very soul. But the urgency in your cry brought him back to the present. Determined to reach you, he rose to his feet, ready to dash over, only to be halted by the other Spiderman's outstretched hand, signaling him to stop.

"Don't kid," the man's voice resonated with a deep yet strangely familiar tone.

"What- ¡Bastardo! ¡Fuera de mi camino!" Miguel practically spat, his frustration boiling over as he tried to move past the other Spiderman. But his defiance was met with an iron grip on his suit, forcing him back to the ground with a powerful slam. Despite his own strength, Miguel found himself overpowered as the other Spiderman held him down effortlessly with just one arm.

Rage surged through him as he yelled in frustration, attempting to push the man off, but to no avail. The other Spiderman responded by slamming him back down, now using both arms to maintain control. Their faces were inches apart, and the intensity of the moment was almost suffocating.

"Listen to me!" the other Spiderman growled; his voice urgent. "I can save her! But you have to listen to me; I don't have much time!"

Miguel's eyes locked onto the stranger's face, wide with unfiltered rage. Their attention was momentarily drawn to the ledge by the sound of a creaking pole and your desperate cries.

"Hijo de puta! Get off me, I’ll rip your head off!" Miguel yelled in frustration, but his defiance only resulted in another punishing slam into the roof, leaving him gasping for breath.

As if by some futuristic mechanism, the man's mask suddenly dissolved before Miguel's eyes, leaving his face fully exposed in an instant. He froze, staring up in pure shock.

"Yeah well, good luck with that, kid," Miguel looked up at the older version of himself, utterly speechless and shocked.

"¡Escúchame!" The older man's voice echoed with intensity, his crimson eyes locking fiercely with Miguel's brown ones.

"Even if you save her now, she'll be in danger again, maybe later today, maybe tomorrow, maybe next shocking week. It doesn't matter! She'll keep facing death over and over!" Miguel shook his head, about to protest, but he was forcefully pushed back against the roof, the pain shooting through him.

"SHUT UP!" the older version of himself shouted, cutting off any further objections.

"She is destined to die! Because of you! Because of who you are, because of who WE are! But I can save her… I can save her life, you understand?’’ Miguel gazed up at the man, still in shock and pain, his eyes glazing over as he looked toward the ledge of the building.

"I can save her. But she can never see you again. She will be safe with me; she can have a life with me, but only if I take her with me. You have to let her go." The older version of himself pressed him down before rising and leaning over Miguel, hovering just above him, his finger pointing directly at his face.

"You go over there now, you save her?" He pointed towards the edge. "She dies. And there is NOTHING I can do about it. You have to make a choice, right now." Miguel swallowed hard, his eyes glossing over as he looked at the ledge and then back at the older version of himself.

"I…" Miguel hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest.

"CHOOSE, NOW!" The older Miguel barked, his teeth showing in a fierce display of impatience.

"I… Save her! I love-" Miguel's voice trembled as he looked up at the older version of himself. To his surprise, the man's expression softened slightly. In that fleeting moment, they shared a connection. Miguel blinked, and just like that, the mask formed back over the older man's face, concealing his emotions once more. He stood tall, turning away from Miguel, leaving him sitting there.

"I'll keep her safe. Tienes mi palabra," the man said, glancing briefly over his shoulder before leaping off the side of the building.

Miguel remained sitting there, a mixture of relief and sorrow flooding through him. He watched as bright lights illuminated the scene, listening to your desperate calls for him. His entire body went rigid. He dashed up, rushing to the side, only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the portal closing, taking you away with it. You were gone, leaving him standing there alone, his fists trembling at his sides. The distant sounds of the city were drowned out by the deafening sound of his heart hammering in his ears.

---

The flagpole keeps creaking, and panic engulfs you as you frantically search for anything to hold onto, causing you to swing back and forth in desperation. With every creak, the pole bends a little more, making your heart race even faster. You stretch upward, trying to grasp onto it as it starts bending downwards.

Your hands wrap around the pole, but you feel yourself slipping, and in desperation, you cry out for Miguel, for anyone, to come and save you. The bolts that attach the flagpole to the wall begin to move as your weight puts strain on the weak fastenings, threatening to give way.

In a terrifying moment, the small flagpole is pulled out of the loosening bolts, and you scream as it drops, together with you.

Suddenly, a figure casts a shadow above you, and you look up just in time to witness another Spiderman's arrival. His talons dig into the wall as he slides down, causing it to crack apart. In a swift move, he snatches the collar of your shirt, catching you, and with incredible strength, he pulls you up and holds you with one arm. For a moment, you stare at each other, shocked and slightly bloodied you stare up at the eyes of his mask slowly narrowing, as if he waited for something to happen.

But before you can comprehend what's happening, the man throws you through a portal, and you scream out for Miguel, your voice echoing in desperation. He follows right behind you, and the world around you shifts drastically.

The surroundings are strange, uncanny, and constantly morphing into different shapes, colors, and constructs. It feels as if you're floating in space, yet there's a sense of movement, as if the world around you is shifting and transforming. Shapes, sounds, and colors blend together, creating an otherworldly experience. It's as if you've entered a realm where time, space, and reality intertwine, leaving you in a state of awe and bewilderment.

Suddenly, the man reappears, the other Spiderman, leaping towards you with a trademark Spiderman leap. Panic grips you as you scramble to escape. Whoever this guy was, whether he wore a Spiderman suit or not, he wasn’t Miguel.

You flail your arms and legs, akin to a dog attempting to swim for the first time. However, before you can fully comprehend what's happening, a hand snatches you up and propels you towards yet another bright light. Your body is flung through the portal, leaving you disoriented and landing on your front in a large and dimly lit room.

Slowly, you push yourself up on your arms, whispering a quiet, pained "ow..." The realization of the situation dawns on you, and your eyes shoot open. Flipping over onto your back, you begin to crawl backward, putting distance between yourself and the man who is stepping toward you.

Every muscle in your body tenses with fear and uncertainty. Your heart pounds loudly in your chest as you try to make sense of where you are and what's happening. The dim light in the room casts eerie shadows, adding to the surreal atmosphere. You don't know who this man is or what he wants, and your instincts urge you to keep your distance.

"Lyla!" His voice startled you, and as you turned around, a cheerful yellow hologram of a woman materialized on the man's shoulder.

[Oh, hey Boss~ How’d it go- Oh…]

Suddenly the hologram playfully teleported in front of you. Instinctively, you scooted back, keeping both of them at arm's length. The hologram, Lyla, flickered momentarily before returning to the man's shoulder.

"Check her vitals and bring up the statistics from her dimension," he says, drawing a circle with his hand to encompass all of you. As he walks past, you scramble away, realizing that he doesn't seem interested in you. Making his way over to some monitors, he starts typing something in.

[Got it]

The hologram nonchalantly shrugs her shoulders as a bright yellow light shines over you, seemingly scanning your body. You instinctively move away, flinching as the light flicks from one side of you to the other.

[Elevated heart rate; 123 bpm. The respiratory rate is increased, steady at 15. Without a thorough check-up, I can't provide precise statistics. However, based on a quick review, she shows possible signs of anxiousness and confusion, and she might be somewhat disoriented. Additionally, she could be showing signs of paleness, which might indicate a drop in her blood pressure, although that could also be due to a lack of sun exposure... sorry to call you out, y/n]

"Lyla..." The man's voice carried a cautious tone as he swiftly typed on a hologram keyboard, summoning screens before him.

[The canon is stable, no disruptions or anomalies detected.] The hologram swiftly flicked around and settled in front of you, making you flinch involuntarily.

[I'm so excited to have you here! I mean, hiiiii! My name is Lyla! I have so many questions for you~ By the way, is that your natural hair color? Because-] Lyla's bubbly introduction is interrupted as you ask, your hands trembling slightly.

"How do you know my name…?" you inquire, feeling a mix of curiosity and unease.

Lyla flicks, and in an instant, her back is turned towards you, now facing Miguel with her hands on her hips. Then she flicks again and reappears in front of him.

[You didn't tell her?] she asks Miguel, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Haven't really had the chance to yet," he snapped at her, clearly annoyed, as he finished whatever he was doing on the monitors. Finally, he turned around to face you.

The man walked over towards you, and fearfully, you scrambled backward. He stopped, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender, and let out a tired sigh. "I won't hurt you," he reassured you. Despite his words, you still flinched and moved back even more as he takes another step towards you.

"You have my word; you are safe here. I just need to give you this," he said, holding up what seemed like a futuristic watch.

As he moves forward and you flinch back once again, your back pressed against the wall, he lets out a frustrated sound. Suddenly, he leaps at you and snatches your wrist, causing you to cry out and instinctively smack your closed fist against his chest.

"Stop! Wait! Just—just hold still!" You try to pull away from him as he tris to calm you down, his grip tight as he tries to hold you in place.

"No, stop moving, I'm—stop," he says wearily, trying to get you to calm down.

"No! Let go of me! HELP ME, SOMEONE, PLEASE!" Panic surges through you, and your body is on high alert as you thrash around in his grip, your eyes darting around the room for someone, anyone.

He snatches both of your wrists, trying to hold you still, but your panic escalates into a full-blown panic attack. You pull, hit, and kick him, desperately trying to pry your hands away and get away from him.

"Just—STOP!" The man finally says, grabbing the bottom of your face and forcing you to look up at him. You resist at first, attempting to break free from his grip, until you finally open your eyes and freeze. As you watch, the Spider-Man mask covering his face dissolves away, revealing his face.

The man standing in front of you was a spitting image of Miguel, a bit older, with a few more wrinkles likely from frowning and stress rather than actual age, you would have guessed. He stared down at you, his eyebrows knitted together in a frown. Shocked and unable to move, you could only stand there, gazing up at him.

He took the opportunity to snap the bracelet onto your wrist. It wasn't tight, but it felt secure enough that it wouldn't easily come off. You didn't even notice, too absorbed in staring at his face.

Finally, Miguel, older Miguel, let go of you and straightened up, his gaze turned away with a noticeable frown on his face.

"Who..." you asked, your eyebrows tightly together as you took in his appearance.

"My name is Miguel O'Hara. I lead an elite strike force dedicated to the security of the multiverse-" he began explaining.

"What- no," you interrupted, taking a step back and shaking your head, a look of confusion and disapproval on your face, "I know Miguel, you—you're not my—"

"I am Miguel, but not your Miguel, I am from another dimension," he clarified, attempting to make sense of the situation.

[This dimension, to be more specific], Lyla chimed in, appearing hovering above his shoulder, seemingly nonchalant.

You shook your head slowly, your lip trembling as you glanced down at the floor, trying to process what you had just been told. You closed your eyes tightly, attempting to stop the swirling emotions from overwhelming you. It was as if by not agreeing and not wanting it to be true, you hoped somehow to fix the situation.

"I don't—I don't know you. I want to go back; I need to make sure Miguel—MY Miguel is okay!" You push past him and walk over to where the portal had been, running your hands over the surface of the wall, searching for some sort of button or switch.

"You can't go back," he says firmly.

"What?" you ask, turning around to face him. "What do you mean 'can't'? You brought me here, so you can take me back!" you protest.

"You," he sighed, glancing around the room, searching for the right words before finally closing his eyes in defeat. He looked at you with a serious expression, "You were supposed to die tonight, but I managed to find a way around it. However, for that to happen and for you to survive, you can't.... you can't go back. I'm sorry."

"You're lying... I survived! I've been in dangerous situations before! I—this was no different, I got saved—" you protested, your emotions running high.

"You got saved by ME; I interfered. Without it, you would have been killed," he explained, his hands now on his hips as he walked over to you slowly.

"In our worlds... as Miguel and y/n, we are the equivalent of a Spiderman," he pointed at his own chest and then gestured to yours, "and a Gwen Stacy."

You frowned, looking at his hand, and he let out a quiet sigh. "It's a messed up 'never meant to be' canon event that is unavoidable, trust me – I have tried. As soon as versions of us meet, it starts."

"What starts?" you asked, feeling confused.

"A canon event, something that can't be avoided without the risk of total and complete destruction of that dimension," he responded matter-of-factly.

You let out a bitter laugh. "You're kidding me, right? You want me to believe that an entire dimension, world, universe—whatever—would collapse just because versions of us start dating?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?" he asked, taking a step towards you, his voice low and dangerous as he towered over you. "In every universe, versions of us date, and you, almost every version of you, die. That's your story."

Miguel leaned back, looking down at you with disdain. "Or, if you're lucky, I'm the one who dies. Either way, that's our story, our fate. If anything, or anyone, breaks that cycle, THAT then threatens that dimension's safety."

"Why?!" Your voice broke, and a mixture of anger and sadness welled up inside you, tears building up in your eyes.

He let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because it's a canon event! And canon events cannot be broken without the risk of complete multidimensional collapse."

Everything he said sounded so foreign to you, yet strangely believable. The sincerity in his voice and the evidence you had witnessed so far led you to believe him. He didn't come across as a man who would lie. But believing his words didn't mean you had to accept them.

Your hands felt clammy, and a cold shiver ran down your spine. A headache began to pulse in your temples, and as you looked up, the room seemed to spin around you, leaving you feeling dizzy and disoriented. This couldn't be happening... this couldn't be real.

"I-I want to go back. Take me back..." you desperately say, your words a mix of a plea and demand.

"I can't do that," he responds, his hands on his hips.

"Let me go back!" you cry out, tears spilling down your cheeks.

"I can't do that," he responds again, avoiding your gaze, a heavy weight in his voice.

You feel yourself heat up, anger and panic mixing into a dangerous and unfamiliar mess inside you, threatening to erupt. Suddenly, a door next to you opens, revealing two people dressed in Spiderman suits—one wearing a blue vest, and the other clad in a fully black suit with white marks.

"Take her to my quarters, let her lay down and rest until I find a place for her to stay," Miguel mumbles, tiredly rubbing his eyes with one hand as he turns around to leave.

"Don't touch me... I’m not going anywhere!" you warn, your voice firm

Miguel stops and his head whips around as he looks down at you, his eyebrows raised. The unspoken question, dare, hung heavily in the air.

Is that so?

---

You thrashed around, your fists smacking into his bulky back as he had you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Curses and threats spilled from you, but he remained nonchalant, walking ahead with a frown on his face. Your yelling caught the attention of people around you, and as you looked up, you realized that everyone was wearing different kinds of suits, all with some sort of Spider symbol or design.

After an awkwardly long elevator ride, during which you had tired yourself out with all your kicking and thrashing, you heard the ding as the elevator doors opened. Stepping outside, he carried you until he ended up in front of a pair of doors. He dropped you on your feet and you opened your mouth about to curse him out when he spun you around and pushed you inside.

"You—YOU! You can't just... I HAVE RIGHTS!" you shouted in frustration and anger.

"Oh? Great, oh wow" he responded sarcastically, barely letting you get your words out.

"AND YOU CAN'T JUST, JUST TAKE ME AND—" you continued to vent your anger.

"Uh huh, uh huh," he nodded, his hands on his hips, watching you storm over towards him with a mocking smile on his face.

The doors closed abruptly in your face, and you stopped, your eyes wide with pure shock. For a moment, you were left speechless, trying to process what had just happened, your eye twitching in annoyance.

And then? Then you began breaking stuff.

You were yelling a mixture of gibberish and curses, you had been smacking your hand against the metal sliding doors for what felt like hours, kicking at them, and demanding to be let out. When that didn’t work you began trashing the place, kicking chairs out of your way, smacking over books and bowls and- well… the place wasn’t really decorated much. Until finally you were left pacing back and forth, a pillow held tightly in your hands, it was the only thing around not yet on the floor.

You finally stopped, backing up to take in your surrounding and the state of the room, as your back hit the wall, you slowly came to a stop, dropping the pillow you had been holding. It wasn't much of a weapon, but in that moment, you didn't really care; your mind was not thinking straight.

Your eyes shifted around the room, taking in the destruction you had unintentionally caused. Finally, you slumped back, feeling your body slide down against the wall until you landed softly on the floor. You pulled your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them hiding your face.

In your mind, this felt like a terrible nightmare you desperately wanted to wake up from. You yearned to open your eyes and find yourself back in the safety of your bedroom, with sunlight streaming through the blinds. The comforting routine of having breakfast with your aunt and uncle, followed by a trip to school to meet your friends and, of course, Miguel. It filled your heart with a sense of normalcy you sorely missed.

Your chest felt so tight for a moment that you thought you might be having a heart attack, but it was more likely a panic attack taking hold of you. The knot in your stomach tightened, and the silence around you only amplified your distress. It felt as if the world was closing in, leaving you struggling for breath and unable to think straight.

You desperately needed to wake up. This had to be nothing more than a terrible nightmare. Lifting your tear-stained face from your arms, you took in the surroundings of the room, hoping to find some semblance of familiarity. It was a small, cramped space with a kitchen area, a bedroom, a compact living area with a large desk, and finally, a door that you presumed led to the bathroom. At first glance, it didn't look like a jail cell, but then why did it feel as though invisible metal bars were closing in around you?

Your eyes shifted to your wrist, and you had to take a deep breath to steady yourself. The braided bracelet encircling it suddenly felt so heavy, like a weight pulling you down. Your chin trembled, and your vision blurred as tears welled up in your eyes. Finally, unable to hold back any longer, you began to weep, tears streaming down your cheeks as you rested your forehead against the bracelet.

After what felt like hours of crying, you noticed a bright yellow light shined down on you. Looking up, you watched as Lyla materialized in front of you, silently observing you.

[Miguel has instructed me to give you a quick tour of his quarters. Would you... like me to show you around?]

If you had to guess, you would probably say she's some kind of AI; thus, who knows if she could feel sympathy or even understand what you were going through. Running the back of your hands over your eyes, you wiped away some of the tears, but you were still unable to get your breathing under control.

[Is there anything I can help you with? I could pull up a few breathing exercises or calming videos of puppies if you would like?]

You eyed her for a moment, contemplating whether she was being genuine or making fun of you. Based on the tone of her voice and the hologram itself, Lyla seemed to be at least trying to comfort you.

[I have to admit... I'm not really good at this. It's not as if Miguel possesses a wide range of emotions.]

"What time is it?" You asked, choosing to ignore her attempt at small talk.

[It's approximately six PM.]

"Why is it so dark in here?"

[Miguel prefers it that way. In his work station and quarters, you'll find the lighting is usually kept dim.]

You glance around the room and realize that one of the reasons it feels like a glorified prison cell is the lack of a window.

"Does he hate windows too?" you ask bitterly.

[No. However, I was instructed not to open it due to...] She trails off, nervously flickering her gaze around the room.

"Due to what?" you press, narrowing your eyes as you slowly stand.

[There are napkins in the third drawer of his desk, please help yourself,] she said, smoothly changing the subject.

Silently, you walked over to the desk, your gaze fixated on the drawers. You made a mental note to check them all out later, when you weren't being watched. You pulled on the drawer, and there, on top of some files, you found the box of napkins. You consciously ignored the box of lotion that lay behind it.

"Terrific..." you muttered to yourself, feeling slightly frustrated.

"Why can't you open a window?" you demanded.

[I am fully capable of opening a window, it's—] Lyla began to explain.

"Why were you instructed not to, then?" you interrupted, your upper lip twitching in annoyance.

Lyla fell quiet, flickering around until she reappeared in front of you on the desk. You wiped your nose and some tears off your face, feeling a mix of emotions. Suddenly, a noise on the far wall caught your attention. You looked over and watched as some blinds, which had been impossible to spot in the dark, cracked open, allowing a stream of light to finally shine in.

[Ooh, WOW! Haha! Look at this place! You ripped it apart! That's so funny, Miguel is gonna lose his mind,] she exclaimed.

"Is he violent?" you ask, making your way towards the window.

[What? Of course not! Well, if you're wondering if you have anything to fear, then no,] she assures you.

"Oh good, I'm glad my kidnapper doesn't have violent tendencies," you retort. There was a time when you might have felt guilty about your attitude, but after everything that had happened, you couldn't care less.

[Would you like me to put on some music? I know what you like! I have a few playlists saved based on your—] she begins to suggest.

"How high up are we? Are you able to remove the blinds completely?" you inquire, glancing out the window as you test the strength of the metal blinds.

[y/n... Even if I opened those blinds, and even if you weren't several hundred feet above the ground (I do not have permission to disclose HQ information with you), and you could get out...] Lyla flicked to your side, her avatar looking at you with sympathetic eyes, or as close to it as she could manage.

[You're not in your own dimension. You're not even really in your own timeline; you're about an average human's lifetime ahead of your own timeline. Even if I let you out... you'd have nowhere to go], she gently explained, delivering the disheartening truth.

As the blinds peeled back loudly, the entire window was revealed, causing you to flinch instinctively. You turned your head quickly to see Miguel, the other Miguel, leaning against the doorframe with his hand sliding off a button.

Glancing outside, you watched the city before you, and the knot in your stomach grew. Everything looked futuristic, with cars soaring down below and buildings towering even taller than those back home.

Home...

The only thing that looked remotely similar to home were the large, over-the-top billboards littering the city. You were too high up to actually see the people walking down below, which did prove that Lyla hadn't been lying.

Lyla flicked over to Miguel, hovering above his shoulder, engaged in a quiet conversation with him. As you turned towards them, the growing tightness in your chest returned. Slowly, you walked away from the window, positioning yourself on the opposite side of him—more importantly, the opposite side of the door. Miguel casually observed you, and for the first time since you had seen his face, he wasn't frowning. You glanced at the open doorway behind him and then back at him, trying to keep your face as neutral as possible.

"Don't..." He casually warned, staring down at you.

Turning around, you began walking towards the kitchen, attempting to feign hunger by casually sliding your hand over your stomach. But as soon as you were near the door, your only plan was to get the hell out of there and away from him.

With a swift move, you tried to slip past him, but he reacted lightning-fast, grabbing your wrist and hoisting you up in the air. He forcefully pulled you backwards, leaving your toes barely touching the floor, before throwing you onto his couch.

"Enough already—" Miguel started to say, but he had to stop himself as you made another desperate attempt to dash past him. He pushed you down against the couch, one hand on your chest.

"Let me out of here! Send me home!" you hissed, trying to push him away, but his grip was firm.

"YOU ARE AN ANOMALY! If you go back there, your whole dimension will disappear, together with everything in it! Everyone you know, your friends, family, loved ones—everyone will die," Miguel explained, his hand keeping you in place as you stared up at him, breathing heavily, and eventually slumping back against the couch.

You didn't have the energy to question him further. You smacked his hand away from you, sitting up and leaning forward. Your arms rested on your knees, and you covered your face with your hands. The amount of information from unreliable sources was overwhelming, making your head spin and your stomach churn.

You fell backwards against the couch, silently staring out the window. For a brief, beautiful moment, your brain seemed to take pity on you and dissociated from reality, allowing you to watch the sun finally set and the darkness of the night slowly taking over. While Miguel occupied himself with some paperwork, speaking into his bracelet, and moving about his quarters, he eventually settled down across from you on the couch.

As you continued to gaze out the window, he watched you intently, about to say something when you interrupted him. "Is Miguel safe—my Miguel?"

He nodded silently, and you closed your eyes, letting out a breath. "I... I won't ever see him again, will I?" you asked, your eyes welling up with tears as you looked over at him.

"No," he answered quietly.

Closing your eyes, you felt tears streak down each cheek. "Why is this happening? Why—" you began, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

Miguel sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. After a moment of silence, he looked up at the spot above your head before his gaze settled on you, making it appear as though he almost looked down at you as he spoke.

"Every Spider-person's life is connected, woven together in this... beautiful web of life and destiny. It's called the Arachno-Humanoid Poly-Multiverse," Miguel explained.

As you blinked in bewilderment, a look of pure confusion crossed your face. Miguel, looking annoyed, glanced away before sighing.

"Or... The Spiderverse, if that makes it easier," he muttered. "It's easier if we just—Ugh. Lyla, do the thing!"

[Huh? What thing?]

Miguel's stoic expression melted into one of confusion and borderline bewilderment. He shook his head, clearly perplexed, and turned to glance at Lyla, ‘’What- What do you mean ‘what thing?’ The information, explainy thing!’’

[Oh, okay!] Lyla responded.

As the blinds fall over the window again, you jump in your seat, and suddenly the room transforms from pitch black to a display of red laser-like shapes forming in front of you. The shapes resemble hundreds, if not thousands, of small webs, all interconnected. Each one takes the form of a small heptagon with tiny images inside, depicting various events. However, the images are too small to make out clearly, and Miguel mumbles something about it being easier to show in the "big room."

You lean forward, engrossed in his explanation. "These nodes," he points them out for you, "they're where the lines converge; they are the canon. Chapters that are a part of every Spider's story, every time." You watch as Miguel leans forward, his eyes shifting from one node to another as he speaks.

"Some good..." He looks over at another node. "Some bad..."

"Some very bad." He stops at the node in front of you, his gaze shifting up to meet yours.

"That's how the story's supposed to go. The canon events are the connections that bind our lives together," Miguel said, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watched you. "But those connections can be broken. That's why anomalies..." He looked away from you, his expression turning bitter, "are so dangerous."

"In universes where versions of us meet and become... close, our relationship becomes a canon event, an event that always has and always will end with one of us dying. You weren't supposed to survive in your universe," he explained solemnly.

"Do I always... die at the same time?" you ask, your voice tinged with sadness and confusion.

"No. Sometimes you... we—" Miguel hesitates, searching for the right words, "Versions of us begin lives together. Some get married, some have children, and some... some die before even making it as far as you did," he says, bitterness evident in his voice.

"And now, because that story has changed, you have become an anomaly. Which means that if you return, your dimension will begin unraveling. And there is no stopping that," Miguel explains, his tone somber and resigned.

"What..." you say, distraught.

"It's what happens when you break the canon,"

"Then why... why am I alive? Why did you save me?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"Because I... I found a way—a way to save you," he responds, his expression serious, but a hint of melancholic determination gleaming in his eyes, as if just speaking those words aloud was an act of defiance against some unfathomable force.

"How many other versions of me have you saved?" you ask, his gaze remaining on you for a moment before faltering, and he looks away, seemingly feeling ashamed.

"None. You are... you are the only one I could save," he admits.

You silently watch him, trying to process the weight of what he had just revealed, whether intentional or not.

"That's why you can't go back. If you break enough canons, we could lose..." He gestures, and you watch as nodes begin to crumble, causing the entire web to slowly disintegrate. "Everything."

"We...?" you question, seeking clarification.

Miguel let out a tired sigh, scooting forward and reaching for your hand. You flinched at his touch, and he looked up at you, his frown slowly softening as you held out your arm. He lifted your sleeve and showed you a small red spot, the mosquito bite you had gotten a few days ago.

"For you to survive, you..." He trailed off, his thumb running over the spot slowly. "There can only be one Spider-person in every dimension. If, for whatever reason, another person becomes one, then they also become an anomaly. At that point, one of the spider-people either dies, or the dimension itself collapses. Sometimes, it's both."

Your eyes meet as he holds onto your arm. "For you to survive, you had to become... an anomaly. Instead of you dying, you became an anomaly and then got removed from that dimension. Things change without tipping the scale, without breaking the canon."

"An anomaly... You turned me into a Spider-person?" you gasp.

Miguel silently watches you. "Not exactly... I injected you with—"

"Wait! So, Miguel could die? I mean, if there can only be one Spider-person, what if the universe or dimension or canon, or whatever it is, doesn't realize I'm gone? It could still kill him?!" you interrupt, your concern and anxiety evident in your voice.

[I have run hundreds of statistics, and so far, none show any dimensional rupture or damage. The canon has technically not been broken, only altered. The end results are still the same—only one Spider-man, only one of the two of you in the dimension.]

‘’This was just some test to you? You’re risking Miguel's life, my entire dimension because of what some AI calculated?!’’ You stand up abruptly, staring down at Miguel.

[Hey!] Lyla objects, clearly offended.

‘’As long as you don’t go back and interact with that dimension, it should be safe,’’ Miguel leans forward, looking up at you with a hint of a smile on his face. ‘’You were— are, a scientific miracle. A breakthrough never thought to be possible. However, if something does disrupt your dimension, it’s our job to try to fix it. We’re not always lucky, but—‘’

You leap over the small coffee table between the two of you, aiming for the collar of his suit. Miguel swiftly captures your wrists in his hands, holding you firmly in place as you glare down at him, tears welling in your eyes.

‘’You sick-‘’ you hiss, baring your teeth at him, your nails digging into his hands.

‘’y/n, you were going to die. If not you, then your Miguel would have. You can hate me as much as you want. I didn’t make the rules, you think I’d want this…?’’ Miguel's voice wavers slightly, his eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and desperation.

In that moment, the anger inside you clashes with a sudden wave of overwhelming sadness and helplessness. You struggle against his grip, but Miguel's hold remains steady, as if he's trying to protect you from yourself.

‘’You should have just let me die,’’ you glare at him, and he looks at you, his eyes widening in surprise, ‘’At least then my dimension, my Miguel would have been safe.’’

‘’I... couldn’t...’’ Miguel mumbles, staring into your eyes, his own welling up with emotion.

‘’Why?!’’ you ask with tearful eyes, glaring down at him, your heart heavy with frustration and grief.

He watches you silently for a moment, his expression pained, before his eyebrows knit together, and he pushes you back against the couch, releasing your wrists as you fall back. ‘’No more questions for today. Lyla, get her something to eat. I have a headache.’’

You continued objecting, ignoring Lyla's attempts to distract you with food recommendations and takeout options. Your mind was consumed by the weight of the revelations, and the internal struggle left you feeling torn apart. Miguel eventually left, locking the door behind him, leaving you alone to process everything that had been revealed.

Unable to find solace in the chaos of your thoughts, you finally dropped down against the couch, pulling your knees up into a fetal position. The tears welled up again, and you cried yourself to sleep, exhaustion and emotional turmoil taking its toll on your body and mind.

---

In the following days or weeks – time seemed hazy in this new dimension – you settled into a monotonous routine. Conversations were rare, especially with Miguel. Sleeping on the couch, facing away from the room, you woke each morning to find a comforting blanket placed over you. Emotions churned as you grappled with the reality of being an anomaly here. Memories of home and loved ones tugged at your heart, while uncertainty and vulnerability clouded your mind

As days passed in the unfamiliar dimension, you grew closer to Lyla. Despite your attempts to ignore her, she proved to be persistent and engaging. She spent time with you, sharing stories and anecdotes, breaking through your emotional barriers.

During a conversation, you discovered that she had been "observing" you for quite a while. While it felt like stalking to you, she insisted it was part of her duties. After a two-hour debate, you agreed to disagree.

Lyla's presence became a source of solace in the disorienting dimension. She became a friend, easing the burden of being stranded far from home. In this vast multiverse, her companionship reminded you of the need for friendship, someone to confine in, someone to speak to.

She reminded you of Gwen…

[emmathemandelaresident]

So…Let’s talk.

I am absolutely disgusted, appalled, disappointed, and overall devastated as a hardcore Mandela Catalogue fan. I cannot believe Alex Kister would be doing such horrific actions, especially to his victims.

I absolutely love this series with all of my heart and I have been a HUGE fan of it since around August 2022. I love the lore, the characters and the atmosphere of this series.

When I heard these news on Twitter last night, I was devastated and I wanted to cry so bad because I had thought Alex Kister was an amazing talented person with a golden thumb of kindness and chillness. I began to think to myself, “Why would Alex Kister and every other content creator turn out to be horrible people?”. It’s like this is a fucking trend in every creator of their amazing work.

I am witnessing so many fans quitting their work of the series and many actors such as Ty Osborne departing from his acting work as Adam Murray. And I can definitely understand that.

What even more sucks is that there may be no more Mandela Catalogue. Which means no more Vol. 5 or Vol. 6 or any other extra episodes to dive in the lore…

I vented to my sister about this and she understood everything about this situation and that she had been through this once before (props to you, Ella). As a result, she gave me such helpful advice about this. She told me to continue loving the series just as long as you understand and acknowledge what the creator has done. But don’t focus too much on the creator, focus more on the series.

And to all of you victims that have been through this, I am deeply sorry that that has happened to you. You are loved by the entire world and you are never alone.

That being said, I wanna make a decision. I still love the series with all of my heart and I wanna continue writing the Mandela Catalogue Mirth series on Wattpad and post all of my Mandela Catalogue Mirth chapters here in Tumblr.

But with this situation in mind, this decision is hard to choose. Should I continue writing the book series on Wattpad and post all of my chapters here in Tumblr? Or should I just give up and move on to something else?

I hope you all have a fantastic week.

-EmmaTheMandelaResident

Here’s the link of the entire context of what Alex Kister has done:

[kurooisant]

hi !! I hope you’re well 🫶🏼!

quick q , what do you think michael looks for in a partner? What’s his likes/dislikes when it comes to a relationship? Swear if I seen that man I’d be the biggest pick me fr 😃

nONO BECAUSE SAME HAHAH, but ty !! hope ur doing well too :))) (btw this is not proofread so sorry if theres any spelling mistakes)  i feel like michael doesn't really care for looks or gender if you love him, he'll love you back. but to be specific he looks more into personality.

his ideal partner would probably be

somewhat outgoing, like someone who's maybe an ambivert (someone who is both introverted and extroverted)

someone who's there for him, he has trauma from his past bonus points if your still there for him even after the scooping.

SOMEONE WHO CAN COOK. he eats popcorn for a reason, this mf cannot cook for shit 🙁

honesty, he's been lied to before and has horrible trust issues he needs to know if your being fr or not 🤞

someone who shares similar music tastes as him (hc: he listens to the smiths, queen, the cure, probably metallica, ozzy osborne and guns n roses :]) what he likes when in a relationship:

he likes spending time with you, like watching movies, or even just sitting together doing absolutely nothing he will cherish that moment forever.

cuddling? i have a hc that he's extremely cuddly once he warms up to you, it takes time for him to get used to your touch but now he loves it a lot.

waking up in the morning to see you by his side (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAITTT)

listening to music with you while doing literally anything what he dislikes when in a relationship:

fighting/arguing, his parents used to do it a lot when he was younger and it triggers him, but he also doesn't like to make you angry or sad.

dishonesty, if you lie to him he feels so hurt and betrayed

I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE AHH but ty for this ask anon, this was very fun to do ♡