#verse; teen

[howdyneighborr]

🤗 (mahoushoujotennyo to kenny)

@throughtheglasswalls 🤗 Our muses share a blanket -> holiday season prompts -> x; ask box open !!

Snow patted and piled silently against the cracked glass and faded window panes of the dilapidated house on the wrong side of the tracks. Despite how small their hometown was, Kenny couldn’t help but feel the distance from his friends and the rest of the townies. The loneliness never really bothered him however; until the time of the year when the sun settled behind the clouds ever earlier as the days passed and when the wind picked up and seeped into the splintered frame of the McCormick residence.

The melancholy carved a deep recess into his tiny chest, but the sleepy sigh heaved by his baby sister’s even smaller frame brought him out of his trance before the sadness rendered him a complete zombie. Karen shifted, leaving a small wet spot of drool behind on the older kid’s worn t-shirt. Kenny smiled down at the sleeping girl. He wrapped his arms and threadbare blanket tighter around her, hoping to shield her from the wintery draft’s icy tendrils that wormed their way through their living room. The soft glow of their battered, old pre-lit Christmas tree illuminated the siblings as they sat on the couch in the otherwise dark living room. He turned his attention back to the quiet blizzard outside and whispered,

-–— ❝Santa’s going to bring you something good this year, Kare-Bear. I promise.❞

[dearest-love2410]

I love media where the underlying message is to be kind , even if it isn’t the main plot.

I love media where the underlying message is that you are not the worst mistake you made and you are not the worst thing that happened to you

I love media where the underlying message is that people can change for the better

I love media that’s like love, actually is all around us

I love media that’s like “we can’t save anyone.” “we can always try.”

[pandadrake]

Big backlog at the Go Home Machine.

Was drawing a different idea and it spun off into this doodle of the effect of all-nighters on teenagers vs. people in their late twenties.

[bunnyramen]

Pavitr: You’re saying Tea-Tea!

Gwen, snorting: You said T-T.

Hobie, half smiling: Titties.

Pavitr: Shut up! I did not say-

Miles: Totally did!

[animusrox]

5 FILMS TO RECOMMEND THAT ARE SIMILAR TO DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE

Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021)

The Lego Batman Movie (2017)

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse (2023)

Teen Titans GO! To the Movies (2018)

Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022)

[bvckbiter]

fandom talks too little about hylla and reyna. reyna killed her father when she thought he'd killed hylla. hylla dragged them out of puerto rico and found them sanctuary and employment on circe's island AND became one of circe's favorites. then when they got captured by blackbeard hylla also got them out of that situation by out-pirating literal immortal pirates. then in a span of three years, they split up, found their own ways to the amazons and cj, and became the leaders of their respective factions. when hylla's queenship was being threatened by otrera in son, she plotted a counter-coup and defeated an amazon queen who couldn't die two nights in a row in one-on-one combat, THEN led her cavalry to camp jupiter. (ik this woman slept like a corpse for a week afterwards). hylla used reyna as an absolutely ruthless bait-and-switch to capture orion, and all reyna said in response to that was, "bet." reyna carries insurmountable amounts of both guilt and gratitude towards her sister. even though they havent seen each other in a while, hylla still drops everything and does everything in her power to save her baby sister when she knows reyna needs her.

[robinhuntr]

If Roy Harper has 0 fans, I’m dead

Anyways, I present Roy in the Spiderverse style,

[mooooonnnzz]

Miguel taking his daughter to spider HQ?

Miguel takes his daughter to HQ! How bad could it be?

✎ my brain is brewing with words

✎ fem reader!!

✎ send more ideas cuz my brain is in writing mode rn hehe

✎ oh miguel is also lil grumpy here bc why not

✎ ok thats all!! :p

Miguel is very hesitant to bring you to HQ. He doesn’t want to have you near harm's way. Plus, there would be nothing for you to do there so what’s the point?

Though, you’re persistent and didn’t take his no for an answer.

He eventually gave in when you roped Lyla into it. He couldn’t deal with two annoyances at once. (He means it endearingly)

So, he brings you to HQ—against his will

Your eyes sparkled with amazement as you took in the place. The area was huge. “This place is so cool!” You marveled. You look over to Miguel, beaming brightly. “This is awesome!” You whispered and yelled, your attention going back to the Spider-People who swung and walked by. Miguel shook his head in amusement, a smile pulling to his lips. As you continued to wander off, he noticed you were walking a little close to the edge. “Cuidado!” His webs shoot around your waist as you near the edge. He pulls you into his chest, letting out a relieved sigh. “You have to be careful when you’re walking around here.” He’s following you like a hawk after that.

Since it’s your first time there, everyone jumps to the assumption that you’re another Spider-Woman who Miguel or Jess recruited.

Miguel is quick to squander those ideas. He informs them that you’re his daughter and he’s showing you the place.

They all have to take a moment. They’re all like, “What? Miguel has a daughter?”

When they ask why he never told them, he responds by saying; “You never asked.”

“That’s your daughter?” Peter B. Parker was gagged. He couldn’t comprehend the fact that Miguel had a daughter. “How come you never talked about her?!” His eyes are blown wide and his jaw is slack. Like, Miguel O’Hara has a daughter?! “I do. You just don’t listen.” He grumbled out, sending an icy glare to Peter. Miguel does talk about you, it just gets overshadowed by how much Peter talks about Mayday. “What? When!?” Peter sputters out. “All the time.” You roll your eyes at Miguel’s cold behavior. “Papi, don’t be mean.” Miguel’s pinched expression visibly softens at your words, right when Miguel is about to apologize, Peter turns over to you excitedly. “Do you want to meet my daughter?” Miguel lets out a long sigh. “Mayday would love to meet you!” Peter grins. “Speaking of the little devil, where is she?” He looks around, lips downturned into a frown. He cups his hands around his mouth. “Mayday!” Another sigh leaves Miguel’s lips. “Mayday, honey! Where are you?” Miguel takes this opportunity to grab your shoulder and walk away from Peter. Once he’s far enough, he gives you a tense smile. “Oh, there you guys are! For a second I thought you ran away from me.” Peter swings right next to Miguel, Mayday sitting comfortably in her baby carrier. The smile on Miguel’s face drops. “Anyways, meet Mayday!”

Miguel dreads the moment when you have to meet Gwen, Miles, Pav, and Hobie. They always bug him about you, wondering when he’ll bring you over.

They’ve seen him see videos of you and him on his little holograms as he worked, he isn’t secretive about you.

Plus, whenever he gets the chance to talk about you, he doesn’t hesitate to start blabbering.

So they know pretty much almost everything about you.

Blame Miguel

“Miigueel,” Gwen dragged out his name teasingly as she swung in front of you and Miguel. “Is this who we think it is!” Pavitr was brimming with excitement as he dropped right next to Gwen. “Is this Miguel’s daughter?” Hobie raised a brow as he leaned an arm on Pav’s shoulder. “About time we meet her!” Miles smiled, giving you a friendly wave. You wave back, chuckling to yourself. Miguel dragged a hand down his face as he groaned dramatically loud. “Estos son los imbéciles de los que te sigo hablando.” Miles' face dropped to an offended look. “Really?” Miles says. Hobie furrowed his brows. “What did he say?” He looked over to Miles in confusion. Pavitr shrugged. “I don’t know but I don’t think it was a good thing.”

The whole tour was a headache for Miguel. He couldn’t stay in one place without Gwen offering a new place to head to, or Hobie asking questions on how you manage to have a dad like Miguel.

Pav was adding his commentary to certain situations which drove Miguel up the wall. Miles was trying to strike up a conversation with you, trying to impress you by speaking in Spanish.

Then Peter came along and the whole thing fell into chaos

“Hold Mayday real quickly. I need to take a picture of you two!” Peter handed you Mayday and she fumbled in your hands until you managed to rest her on your side. “Picture? Can I join!” Pavitr jumped right next to you, striking a dashing smile as he struck a pose. Miles and Gwen swarmed in the photo, settling around you and posing. Gwen did a peace sign while Miles did bunny ears on Gwen. Hobie lazily smiled, body halfway into the frame. “Hobie, get your whole body in the photo!” Peter motioned Hobie to move into the frame. “I don’t wanna.” Hobie shrugged. Peter sighed and let him be, gleefully saying “Cheese!” as he snapped a few photos. “Oh, MJ is gonna love this!” Peter mumbled to himself. Mayday looked up at you, cutely babbling in her baby language. Her chubby arm grappled onto your shoulder and pulled herself up with her inhuman baby strength. “Oh! Peter, she’s climbing on me!” You watch in horror as she settles on your shoulder, only to fall back and luckily get caught by Miguel. “Oh, don’t worry. She does that.” Peter waves it off, eyes glued on the photos. “Por Dios,” Miguel murmured under his breath.

When you got home, Miguel swore to himself that he’d never bring you back over there.

You went back to HQ a day later.

[cipher-the-spider]

if we all work together we can manifest comic accurate noir who’s under 21 in btsv

[cxlamarisalxmi]

Being a variant and being on Miles’ side [GN]

[Platonic Headcanons]

c/w: major spoilers, gender neutral terms and pronouns (they/them), no gendered terms used to describe reader, canon inaccuracies? I’m not really sure I’d just gone off what I had perceived from the movie

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• Miguel and Jessica had been keeping a keen eye on the teenager spider variant (you) from Earth-2315126 since you’d been bitten at five years old

• Strange thing was your father; Peter Parker was also bit, which meant your dimension had two spider variants as opposed to one— not unheard of but not common either

• It was fortunate for you however because you had someone to teach you, show you the ropes, the fact that it was your father who had become your mentor was only the icing on the cake

• And you were brought up into a spectacular spider variant in his care; strong, compassionate, kind

• Though despite having a father the pair kept a watchful eye on you regardless, seeing promise in your future and believing in your potential

• When you were fourteen your father was killed by Lizard, and for an entire year following you gave up on your heroic persona— hanging up your suit in the wake of your father’s death that rocked your entire world

• Being Spider-Man/Woman is about sacrifice, your father taught that to you when you began and you should’ve expected that you could not have it all

• A loving and doting father and the most badass secondary identity ever, it was always bound to happen and you should’ve prepared yourself for it

• But nobody could prepare themself for the loss of a loved one, and the ache in your chest and the burn in your stomach was something you’d never felt before— nor do you ever wish to feel it again

• So you gave up on the suit and you gave up on being the hero, eventually your Aunt May had stepped in and she scolded you pretty heavily about your state

• You didn’t think she had room to talk and she laid into you pretty hard for that comment because she most certainly did, Peter was her brother after all

• After you got it pretty good you decided that she was right, sulking about and ruining yourself wouldn’t change a damn thing, not only that but you knew your father would hate to see you like that

• You knew he wouldn’t ever force the suit upon you and you accepted that you had the choice to avoid dawning it ever again, but you also knew what he would do in your position

• He would bear the responsibility of his beloved city no matter the circumstances and no matter the heartache, because Spider-Man always gets back up

• So you stood firm upon all the valiant determination you could muster and picked your life back up again

• You got better emotionally and grew stable once more, and in the acceptance of your father’s death you had grown stronger, confident, courageous

• With you back on the streets of NYC the people of Brooklyn often voiced just how much they had missed and needed you

• And you didn’t plan on letting them down again, so despite the lack of a piece of your heart you always showed up when people needed you and you’ve not yet let them down

• Now, back to Jess and Miguel— they had known Peter would die and they had known they could not interfere as this was your canon event, the moment that would make or break you.. turns out it did both

• And they watched as you suffered through the loss, gave up on everything and everyone (including yourself) for a little over a year, worked through your pain and powered forward to overcome your grief, then became one of the strongest variants they had ever seen just before your seventeenth birthday

• Yes, they’ve been watching you for twelve years and yes, you have no idea

• It was on your seventeenth birthday that you had encountered Lizard once again, and this time he had taken enhancement drugs to increase his growth rate to tremendously rapid levels

• To say you were a bit stunned to see Lizard the size of a fucking dinosaur would be the understatement of the entire damn year

• Now, you held malicious and vengeful feelings towards Lizard for a long time in the wake of your father’s murder but it was feelings you had never ever acted upon, not even after you decided to pick up the suit once more

• As mentioned before you knew very well that the angry and hateful feeling brewing inside you at the expense of Lizard killing him could ruin you if you let it

• And that’s not where your morals lie, your beliefs and virtues are straight from those of your fathers— to be strong and courageous, righteous and pure for being Spider-Man/Woman is about hope

• So you did intend to take him down but you’d never do it with sinister intent or threatening tactics— just bring him down is all you wanted to do

• And if you were to speak honestly, it wasn’t as hard as you thought it was gonna be, obviously it was still pretty tough because hello? He’s the size of a fucking house, might as well be fighting a damn dragon

• It was easier because you’d felt at peace with yourself, and when at peace with yourself you worked harder and cleaner, jobs and protecting the city was just.. easier

• The fact the fight was easier than you expected could’ve also been because of your bite, the abilities you had gotten from it were a bit different than your father’s

• See, you’d been bit by a radioactive spider yes but it was a specific species and in accordance with that species you’d gained significantly different skills and traits

• The spider that had bit you was a Northern Wolf Spider, the arachnid gaining that name from it’s behavior of chasing, hunting and stalking prey, and in an odd turn of events you’d gained qualities that were more akin to that of a North American Timber Wolf

• Heightened senses came with the bite for every variant, and your specific qualities included; advanced stamina and strength, increased sense of sight, tremendously keen sense of smell and auditory processing, you had thick and durable fangs meant for tearing and searing

• You also bulked up a whole more more since your father passed, and in gaining more weight in pure muscle you’ve had to make your webs more durable, which helped out a lot with your fight against Lizard

• Speaking of—

“They’ve probably got it handled Miguel, is there any reason to actually go to their dimension?”

“I protect the multiverse which makes anomalies my responsibility, regardless of if that variant can handle them or not. And I’m going to have them join us.”

Jessica didn’t say much after, and she followed Miguel dutifully as he walked into the glowing orange portal. The pair flew through the multiverse for all of two seconds before a portal opened ahead of them and they were dropped onto a roof in your dimension.

“Went a bit too heavy on the ‘roids didn’t ya Doc?” The voice of a young teenager caught their ears. Just off to the side and a couple blocks away. Now facing that way they could see the large head of Lizard standing tall over the lip of the building on the distance.

“Is.. is that?—”

“Dr. Curt Connors.”

You leapt off the metal grail of the fire escape just as Lizard destroyed it with a whip of his massive tail. Using the momentum from your jump you swung a reverse axe kick to Lizard’s chin— putting enough force into it to throw his head back as you flip-jumped from him and landed on the road down below.

“I’m going to rip you apart and feast on your innards!” Lizard snarled as he recovered and glowered down at you with a sinister bear of his teeth.

“Season them well first at least, I’d suggest a nice barbecue rub!” You responded before shooting a web to the corner of the building on your left and swinging yourself into the air. Lizard roared angrily before lunging forward and attempting to catch you between his teeth. They snapped close with a chilling clamp and throaty growl from the beast.

Reaching the corner of the building you had shot your web at you leapt up and backwards flying over Lizard’s head and connecting a web to the side of his muzzle.

“Almost got me there!” You yelled as you swung around and around Lizard’s large scaled snout. “Don’t you know that animals that bite are often fitted with muzzles!” You quipped, enunciating the last word with a firm tug thus tightening the webs you’d been wrapping around his jaws and effectively sealing his mouth shut.

You kept the momentum and attached another web to the end of the one you’d been swinging around his muzzle. Then, you angled your hip to swing towards Lizard’s legs and using the same tactic looped around them several times before you were doing the same thing for his arms. When you deemed him wrapped up enough you landed behind him then tugged hard on the web end in your hand and forced Lizard to the ground by pulling his feet out from underneath him.

Once you were sure he was on the asphalt you were swift to web him up tightly and bind him to the ground. Hopefully, Captain Stacey got your message about the antidote and would arrive soon with it.

Meanwhile, as you waited you playfully walked along the edge of the building. The lip acting as your balance beam as you walked on your toes along it, doing a flip every so often just cause. You’d long since forgone your mask in favor of eating the sandwich gifted to you by the bodega owner on the corner.

Your spider senses tingled before—

“That was pretty impressive.”

You only flinched slightly at the abrupt interruption of your own little world, and turned to see two people. One, a very tall and broad man with wide shoulders and a muscular physique. The other, a woman with dark skin and a styled afro.. and she was pregnant.

“Uhm… thanks?”

“Was that a question?”

“Sorry it’s just—” you shook your head before jumping down and only now standing on the same level as him did you realize how tall the man actually was. “Who exactly are you two?”

“I’d think the suits gave you plenty context.” The woman replied, a smirk tugging up one end of her lips.

“Okay.. and why are you here?” You answered, still on edge about the two variants standing in front of you.

“My name is Miguel O’hara, and I lead an elite strike force dedicated to helping maintain the multiverse.” The man responded and you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here?”

“There was an anomaly reading in your dimension and we’re here to retrieve whatever villain has jumped into your universe.” The woman explained, jumping in to answer before Miguel could.

“You mean Kingpin?” You replied pointing to the billboard behind them and they both spun around to find the suit wearing antagonist webbed to it. Thick, white webs covering his entire body save for his neck and head, finally a web over his mouth. And they all watched as he glitched and morphed in colorful and mixed patterns, the board he was attached to glitching out too before changing entirely.

“How did you?—”

“My AP Physics teacher won’t shut up about the multiverse and also he doesn’t look my Kingpin at all so.. I mean you know,” they shrugged.

Miguel turned his head slightly to look at the woman beside him before he jerked his head minutely then he was facing the teenager in front of him once more. You met his masked stare head on (something he was impressed by, not many people can meet his intimidating glare straight on) as the woman walked away from you two before slinging a web up to the billboard and pulling herself up to it.

“You know the whole sinister and dark ‘nobody touch me I’m emo’ vibe you got going on isn’t very heroic.”

Miguel didn’t say anything, didn’t move an inch as he just stared at you. “See that right there isn’t becoming of someone who’s supposed to make people feel safe.”

“I protect the multiverse.”

“Right. But there are ordinary people in the multiverse, in every dimension you’ll find people.”

“The multiverse is my priority.”

“Yikes, saying things like that are not very becoming of a Spider-Man either.”

Miguel turned his observant stare cold as he chose to glare at you instead for the disrespectful responses and jokes. And he figured you must’ve felt he’d changed to glaring heatedly because you awkwardly looked away with a hand rubbing the back of your neck.

Finally, the woman returned with the Kingpin variant at her feet. This one significantly smaller than yours and lankier too, he must rely heavily on his Tombstone and Prowler. You’d rather have this Kingpin as opposed to your Kingpin— who for some reason is built like a fucking overgrown Silverback Gorilla.

She fiddled with the watch on her wrist before a golden portal erupted into life beside her, and you watched as she threw the Kingpin variant in before stepping in herself. But not before saluting you a goodbye with a playful glint in her eye and cheeky smirk on her face.

The portal closed and then your attention was back on Miguel, and your spider senses tingling brought a hand up to catch the watch he threw at you.

“Join us?”

You looked from him to the device in your hand, then you looked behind you at the Lizard on the ground down below. Captain Stacey at his neck and injecting him with a vial of clear liquid. You turned back to Miguel with a smirk and eager look as you slid the watch onto your wrist. “Sounds like a damn good time.”

• You didn’t know if you actually wanted to be there at Miguel’s Spider Society or whatever he’s calling it but you were also a bit intrigued by it

• So you followed them when he offered you that watch, and you grinned as he gave walked you around the building, giving you a small tour of his headquarters

• When you met Peter B. Parker you had an emotional breakdown and refused to return to the society for days following your first interaction with the man

• When you finally went back he was concerned that he’d done something wrong to garner such a reaction but you were quick to jump in and let him know it was in no way his fault before you explained why you had reacted as you did

• He was more than understanding, offering to keep his distance if that was what you wanted and whilst you appreciated the gesture you told him you would be fine

• And spending time in his company had begun to fill that gaping hole in your heart, obviously he’d never replace your father and you didn’t expect that of him either but his fatherly presence made you feel better than you had in years since your father’s passing

• Mayday was just an added bonus to his presence

• Time passed and you were there for a couple months before you met Gwen Stacey, and the two of you clicked almost instantly, it was a bit odd for you since the Gwen from your universe was about three years old and hadn’t been bitten but you got used to it

• And in that time you’d also learned the pregnant woman’s name was Jessica and that she was Miguel’s right hand in his society that he created

• You’d also met Hobie Brown and Pavitr Prabhakar whom you’d come to adore more than you’d ever outwardly admit lest you wish to give them egos the size of fucking Mars (but those two alongside Gwen were definitely your favorites) (behind Miguel ofc)

• Speaking of, you’d also grown quite close to Miguel in your time as part of his society of spider people, which was a huge surprise to yourself, him, Jessica and pretty much everyone involved

• He couldn’t really explain what it was, just something about your energy and the way you carried yourself that had him intrigued and impressed

• Your attitude that alluded to you never giving up was something he admired about you too, and it was those qualities that drew him in, made him want to protect you

• The bonding with you was something he didn’t expect to happen but was shocked when he wasn’t against it, and he ignored the initial reluctance and fear that he felt when you two began to get closer and closer

• Maybe it was the little things, the way you’d check up on him after a particularly harrowing or difficult mission, or the way you’d do anything to see if you could get him to crack a smile, there was something about your mere presence too, something warm and comforting

• Something he hadn’t felt since his young daughter was still a part of his life, and he was afraid of the consequences that would follow if he ever got close to you and lost you

• The same heartache he felt for his daughter would return, and it was pain that he didn’t want to feel ever again, that’s why he kept himself so guarded, those broken and vulnerable pieces protected behind vaulted steel doors

• But you had somehow managed to slip through his barbed defenses and made yourself right at home in his heart, and again he was initially afraid of the possibility that he’d lose you too and he’d face that pain all over again

• He doesn’t remember when or how he got over it, but he does remember the feeling that washed over him when he finally accepted your friendship

• It felt akin to a bucket of cold water being dumped over that fiery and searing ache in his chest, relief and comfort that he felt weigh so heavily on his chest he almost cried

• After that your guys’ relationship developed to much deepen levels, and he’d never admit to your face but you had quickly become his favorite and he would do anything to protect you, protect your bond like his life depended on it

• And just like Peter, his mere presence seemed to make you finally feel whole again… complete

• And as time continued to pass you’d only grow closer with the two men, finding safety and comfort in their arms, safety and comfort you’d been craving since you were fourteen years old

• Then, Miles Morales came along and everything went to shit

• Despite being on his team for months Miguel failed to mention that there was a spider variant that was an anomaly

• And in failing to mention that you had to figure it out on your own when Miles’ scent hit your nose and he smelled drastically different from the other spider people

• He smelt odd, unnatural and unusual… strange

• It didn’t take you long to figure out that he was an anomaly but you still figured it out by the way his scent, and you thanked the stars for that particular gift you got from the species of spider that had bitten you

• After Miles, Hobie and Gwen returned from the rescue they accomplished in Pavitr’s dimension at the expense of Spot is when things went from bad to ultimately worse

• Miguel had hoped somewhere small in his chest that you would side with him but he knew in a significantly larger part of him that your morals would not allow you to stand for him preventing Miles from saving his father

• Miguel knew that if you had known your father would’ve been killed that horrible night those years ago that you would’ve interfered without hesitation

• So he was not confident that you’d agree with him and well over half of the rest of the spider variants that this is something that must occur

• And he feared the confrontation with you, he feared the hate he’d no doubt see in your eyes when you find out this is where he stood on his opinion about the situation

• He wasn’t wrong either, because when Miles had returned and they all had cornered him after Miles discovered that Spot would be the cause, you didn’t take it all that well—

You were conflicted, you cared about Miguel but you’re morals and beliefs were very important to you— defined who you were. They were instilled into you by your father and you truly believed that by following through with them to the end you were keeping his legacy alive.

And they were loud in your ears right now, deafening in their prominent voice as you watched Miles get more and more tightly wound.

The thing was.. you agreed with him. And your father would’ve agreed with him too. There is no way Miguel knows for absolute certainty that Miles’ universe would collapse if he saved his father. And there’s no way any of the other spider variants could possibly know either.

There were facts and evidence on Miguel’s side but again— your values were speaking much louder than him. Because your father would’ve been disgusted by the behavior these spider variants were displaying, and he would’ve straight up hated Miguel. That you were absolutely sure of.

“This is wrong Miguel,” you spoke up and the spider variant you were speaking of turned to look at you. “You’re just going to let someone die when you know you could change the outcome? How could you possibly think that’s okay?”

“[Y/Name]—”

“Spider-Man isn’t about the acceptance of loss and grief yet to come, Spider-Man is about hope, hope and promise of a greater tomorrow. Hope that there will always be someone there to help… someone there to protect those who can’t do so themselves.”

“The security of the multiverse is important!” Miguel argued, his tone aggressive and his expression frustrated as he ignored the ache on his chest. The ache that had erupted into existence at the expense of his theory proving correct— you would be against him.

“No! What’s important is not standing by and allowing someone to suffer or die! If that’s truly what you believe, then you don’t know the first damn thing about being Spider-Man!”

“[Y/Name]…” Peter B. trailed as he got your attention, walking closer to you and putting a gentle hand on your shoulder. “We cannot interfere.”

You smacked his hand off your shoulder and stepped back and away from him several times to be standing beside Miles instead. “You too? Peter this is wrong, so unbelievably fucking wrong!”

“[Y/Name], I can’t let you get in the way. I’m sorry.” Miguel apologized before he was throwing something at yours and Miles’ feet. The device activated and put up a scarlet force field, Miles panicked and beat against the walls. As the variants outside the force field argued you looked to Miguel and Miguel only. And he looked right back. You just stared at him, eyes hard and brows taut and pulled together as he stared right back.

You ignored Miles as he continued to search for a way out, Miguel finally pulled his eyes off yours as Peter B. advanced on him. “Miguel! This is taking it too far!”

“He’ll only do more damage, we all know that!”

As they continued to argue outside the shield you turned your back on Miguel and flexing your fingers extended your thick and powerful claws. You could tear this force field apart if you truly tried, that’s what you were going to do. But before you could even put your hands up your senses tingled and you instinctively put your arms around your head to protect yourself as the shield was destroyed by a powerful electrical surge.

When Miles destroyed the force field he hesitated for but a single moment before he turned, grabbed your wrist and took off.

“[Y/NAME]!”

You distantly heard behind you before you were freeing yourself from Miles to run beside him instead, and you two sprinted through Miguel’s headquarters with you leading him seeing as you’ve already been there for close to a little more than six months.

Getting out wasn’t hard, at least not for you. The variants certainly tried but they weren’t any match for you. A well seasoned and thoroughly trained hero with twelve years of polishing your expertise and craft to a fine point.

Miles had a little trouble keeping up but you didn’t get too far ahead of him in which he couldn’t follow, you two only got separated once. And whilst you weren’t entirely sure where he’d gone off to, you had the absolute pleasure of facing off against Miguel (note the sarcasm).

Your senses tingled as you discreetly swung through the underbelly of Miguel’s HQ, and you pulled yourself up just in time to avoid Miguel’s web. And the two of you fought and danced around each other throughout headquarters. Miguel trying to capture you and yourself avoiding that outcome at all costs by expertly evading him. When you had finally reached outside you met up again with Miles on the train overhead cover that was speeding upon a vertical track at astronomical velocity.

It was hard to hang on, even more so with Miguel on your ass but you made due. Better you than Miles and you’d gladly fend off Miguel for him if it meant he could find his way home to save his dad in time. Maybe it was a selfish part of you that wished something for him that you wanted to have, or maybe you truly just wished only the best for the younger variant.

Either way, Miguel was kicking your ass instead of his and you could live with that.

The 2099 Spider-Man choke slammed you onto the cold, hard metal of the futuristic locomotive and pinned you there by a hand around your neck.

“Can’t you see?! He’s the original anomaly! He’s not meant to be here! He is not Spider-Man!” The man snarled in your face. The anger he was feeling making his fangs appear and he sneered down at you, bearing them ferociously.

“He’s more Spider-Man than you’ll ever be!” You retaliated, attempting any sharp words pointed enough to cut him deep and painful. And you watched as his face turned and grew solemn for only one second before he was darkening his expression and snarling at you again.

“I hate to do this to you, but I can’t lose you over this!” He yelled over the roaring grind of the moving train. And your heart fell to your toes when he beared his fangs again— this time with a wide open mouth. A second later he was lunging forward intent to inject your body with venom.

You thanked whatever god above was listening for your much quicker reflexes as you caught him by the lower jaw and redirected his lunge to the air beside you instead.

Then you were bringing your legs up and forcing him away from you, not wasting a second you shot a web to the top car of the locomotive. You pulled yourself all the way up to where Miles had perched himself, and just before you could get a word out Miguel erupted out of nowhere and tackled Miles down.

You moved to help but got a web wrapped around your wrist instead, whoever shot it pulled you off your feet and then you found yourself under Peter B. Parker and Mayday instead.

“[Y/Name], enough!”

“No!”

“You can’t change destiny!” He argued, just as Miguel had done before, pinning you to the ground— though Peter’s was less of an attempt to capture you and just in a way to get you to listen to him.

“We control our own destiny Peter.”

“This’ll put the multiverse in danger! If you’d known your father would’ve been killed that night would you have saved him even if it meant there was an off-chance of your dimension being destroyed?!” Peter was just trying to reason with you now, and you stared directly into his warm brown eyes as you answered him.

“Without question.”

Peter drew back a bit at your response, then you watched behind him as Miguel flew overhead. That was your cue, so you grabbed Peter’s shoulders and utilized the enhanced strength of your specialty skills to push him off you.

Not enough to hurt him or Mayday but enough to give you space to escape, which you did. Once given enough breathing room to leap you leapt, jumping from the locomotive to fly through the air instead. Miles followed you, and Miguel was right behind.

You didn’t get much of that end of the chase, swinging directly to the headquarters and sneaking in past Kess and standing on the platform the machine usually used to send variants back to their proper dimensions.

It was minutes later when the machine suddenly came to life and you watched as the numerous screens turned on, looking a little closer you saw that it was Miles and that he was using his invisibility power to get the machine up and going.

Seconds later you felt his presence land beside you, and as the mechanical spider above lowered down and began creating the web to send Miles home and consequently you to his universe— Miguel erupted through the glass doors like a bat out of Hell.

And you stood back and watched as he sprinted to the platform’s edge, leapt over the gap and began furiously clawing at the web’s exterior.

Just as he was pulling it apart, the sequence completed and you and Miles were lifted into the air as the portal was created before the machine was throwing the two of you through the multiverse and into Miles’ universe.

• After the exhausting and frustrating chase, and even more annoying escape you and Miles had made.. you decided to follow him to his dimension, if only just to see that he’d be okay

• But he took off the second he was back in his own universe (or so you thought) and you were quick to follow, calling out his name in an attempt to get him to slow down but he did not listen

• So you just followed as he swiftly made his way to his apartment, only upon arrival you decided it might be best if you stayed outside which is exactly what you did, and you listened as he told his mom the truth and she responded with a question of her own not knowing who he was referring to

• When your spider senses started tingling uncontrollably is when you though something might be wrong so you webbed yourself to the roof of the building directly across Miles’ apartment and just observed from there

• As you watched him interact with a man that you assumed was his uncle your senses tingled again only it was too late to react when a muscled arm wrapped around your waist and a gloved hand covered your mouth, and then you were pulled backwards and through the portal into another dimension

• Upon arrival at the new universe you were pinned to the ground on your stomach by a heavy weight much larger and much stronger atop you, holding your arms in the small of your back and forcing you tighter against the ground

• You knew it was Miguel and you knew that unlike back at headquarters this pinch would be tighter to get yourself out of— so you didn’t intend to fight against him, you’d already done more than enough for Miles and on the off chance he still needed you then and only then would you fight for him again

• Until then, you’d accepted the fact you’d been captured, so you slumped to the rain soaked concrete of the building’s roof, and as you lay there you could only hope Miles had reached his father on time

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a/n: Feel like it got kinda lame at the end but I hope you enjoyed the first post of the blog regardless! I’m super excited to get this blog started! Spiderverse is my hyper-fixation right now so that’s what I’ll be focusing on for a moment! Again, hope you enjoyed! Ciao!

[howdyneighborr]

closed starter for ->@friendscfmine; stan

The gentle whoosh of running water splashing against the cool enamel of the sink all but deafened Kyle to the world outside of his peripheral; and even the space just outside his very narrow line of sight felt hazy to him, at best. The sound filled and crashed against his eardrums as tension crawled up his neck and seized the back of his skull with a sharp twinge. A headache brought on by nerves and anxiety threatened him with incapacitation. Which only served to frustrate his hurried movements even further. 

Panic squeezed its tight fist around his heart, forcing his blood to pump faster and harder. His hands flitted nervously from the sink, to Stan's head, to the back of his own neck, to Stan's hair again to readjust his head, and finally back to the sink as he scrambled for a towel or cloth—dirty, clean, anything—to sop up the pale yellow bile leaking from the corner of his semi-conscious best friend's open mouth. He had propped the shorter man up on the toilet in a rush after hauling his body through the house and up the stairs; knowing, at the very least, he had to make sure Stan remained mostly upright—in case any secondary round of rebuff gushed forth. Stan wouldn't choke to death on his own poor decisions. Not on Kyle's watch.

A clipped sputter caught Kyle's attention; his red curls flourished as his head whipped in Stan's direction. His hair settled over his face with a soft bounce and he quickly pushed the front locks out of his face. Not the time for regretting the attempt to grow his hair out. The round of the other boy's head had settled against the toilet tank's lid. Shit. Stan choked again. Shit. Kyle finally moved; he hadn't even realized the shock and fear had triggered a freeze response. He twisted his left fist in the front of Stan's shirt and yanked his torso forward, snapping Stan's head in the same direction so the vomit sliding down his windpipe would be able to safely exit his esophagus instead. In the same action with his right hand, Kyle slammed his palm against the stainless steel knob, cutting the faucet off just as the surface tension of the water broke and flooded the countertop. 

Once the room filled with silence in the absence of the overflowing, cacophonous sink, his heart rate began to scale down rapidly and he breathed a heavy fucking sigh of relief. Warmth and wetness glissaded down his left forearm. Putrid, acidic vapors rose to burn his nostrils and panic immediately took him again. His slathered arm dripped with the frothy, jaundiced ex-contents of Stan's gut.

He screamed in disgust, "Stan!!"

[imagine-you]

These Wolves Keep On Scratching At My Heart [Isaac Lahey/Reader] 2/?

Summary: Growing up as a human in the Hale pack wasn't easy, but you wouldn't have traded it for anything. When you're twelve, a fire takes away most of your family, except for your father and two of your cousins. You're adopted by a kind deputy and officially become a part of the Stilinski family since your father can't care for you and your cousins have fled town. You think life can't possibly get any more complicated until you're eighteen and your brother's best friend gets bitten by a rogue alpha out in the preserve. Word Count: 5.6k Notes: So, I was gone for a while. I'm making it a point this year to focus on my WIPs and really commit to them. This one is going to be a bumpy, thrilling rollercoaster of a ride, but thank you to anyone who joins me on it! I am also going to slowly start to incorporate Erica, Isaac, and Boyd into the story before they enter in canon just because. And this has its own timeline, really, since the show timeline makes no sense anyways. Part One // Read on AO3

"Fuck," Stiles breathed, shooting you a worried look. "Isn't that your cousin?" 

You noticed the slight tilt of Derek's head and knew he could hear every word.  

"This is private property," he called, a scowl on his face.  

"Yeah, so?" Stiles yelled, shifting warily on his feet. "Last I checked this property belonged to the Hales. And what do you know? We've got a Hale right here. Or did you forget?" He added, gesturing towards you. 

"Stiles," you hissed, not wanting to entice Derek into a confrontation. You wanted nothing to do with him. You knew Stiles was trying to defend you, throwing it in Derek's face that if anyone belonged there, then it was you. Derek and Laura had abandoned not only Beacon Hills and the Hale territory, but you as well. Stiles knew how much it had fucked you up that they left without even a goodbye, but you didn't want to hash out your family drama right now. 

Derek was glaring at Stiles and Stiles had tilted his chin up, trying to look defiant while Scott stood to the side, his mouth slightly open with a dumbfounded expression on his face.  

And you? You had had enough.  

"I'll see you at the house," you told Stiles, already turning and heading for where you parked your jeep.  

"Wait!" Stiles reached out to grab your arm, halting your steps.  

"I'll see you at the house," you repeated, doing your best to keep your tone firm, not able to look at Stiles. You didn't want to fold and end up looking at Derek. It hurt seeing him again. You had been left alone in Beacon Hills with an unresponsive father and the knowledge that you were the last Hale standing to protect the territory.  

But you weren't a wolf. You did your best with the help of Deaton, but at the end of the day, you had needed Derek and Laura and they both chose to run without even a way to contact them.  

You shook off Stiles' hold and left, walking the path right back to your jeep.  

You shouldn't have been so surprised to see Derek leaning against the hood by the time you got there.  

"Y/N," he started, but you ignored him.  

You fished your keys out of your pocket and made for the driver's side door.  

Derek was quick to step between you and the jeep. "I need you to listen to me." 

You couldn't even meet Derek's eyes, let alone give him the satisfaction of actively engaging in a conversation with him. You knew that Laura and Derek had run from the pain and maybe it had made it better for them, but you didn't get that chance. You had to stay in the same town where you lost your family and your dad all in one fell swoop and even if you were incredibly grateful for the Stilinskis, you wondered what your life would have been like if you had been able to hold on to Laura and Derek.  

You stepped to the side, attempting to get to the driver's side again, when Derek turned so he was fully facing you. His back was to your car and you had a second to wonder if you could just get into the passenger side and crawl into the driver's seat. It wouldn't save you on dignity, sure, but it would mean you didn't have to deal with Derek just yet.  

"Why won't you even look at me?" 

You rolled your eyes, not knowing how to tell Derek that you were so hurt, so pissed off, that you wished you could just disappear.  

"You know that friend of yours back there is a werewolf." 

You snorted, not able to help yourself. You had spent way too much time around Stiles to let something as obvious as that go. "Yeah, no shit," you snapped, finally meeting Derek's eyes.  

"There's a full moon on Friday," Derek continued, just the briefest hint of triumph in his expression once you finally stopped ignoring him.  

"So?" You asked, your gaze going back to your jeep. Escape was so close, but felt just out of reach with Derek standing in the way. "I'll handle it. Why don't you and Laura go back to wherever the hell you were and leave me alone? You've done a great job of that the past six years," you snarled, using Derek's surprise to push past him and get to the door. You opened it and slid into the driver's seat before Derek could stop you.  

You started up the jeep and reached out to close the door, but Derek shot out an arm, his hand on the frame and stubbornly keeping the door open.  

"Wait," he said, and it sounded far too much like a plea for you to just outright disregard it.  

You met his eyes again, no longer trying to close the door with him still in the way. You got the feeling something was very, very wrong. It wasn't enough that there was a rogue alpha wandering around the preserve biting people you cared about. It wasn't enough that hunters were back in town or that Derek was suddenly back in your life after six years of radio silence.  

Of course there was something else. 

"What is it? What's wrong?" 

Derek clenched his jaw and he looked like the words threatening to come out were physically painful to him. Finally, he glanced away, no longer trying to stare you down. "Laura's dead," he finally confessed.  

You froze, not sure how to react. You had been pissed with Laura, sure, but she was family. She taught you how to braid hair using an unwilling Cora as your guinea pig and covered for you when you accidently broke your Aunt Talia's vase. She watched out for you and protected you except the one time it mattered the most, but you would never have a chance to forgive her for it, because now she was dead.  

Derek leaned in, lowering his voice. He sounded cautious, like he knew you were still likely to run at any moment. "And the alpha who bit your friend, Scott," he sneered, briefly irritated, "is likely the one who killed her." 

You felt your brow furrow, unsure how to answer. "How do you know?" You finally asked, figuring it was what you really needed to know. What else was Derek hiding?  

"Because the alpha power didn't pass on to me," he admitted, straightening up and tapping his knuckles against the top of the jeep. "Which means someone took it from her." 

You didn't know what to say to that. You wanted to know why Laura and Derek had come back to Beacon Hills in the first place. You wanted to know why Laura hadn't tried to contact you before she died. You wanted to know why Derek was looking at you like you had some kind of answer for him, but you felt just as clueless as he looked.  

"Watch your back," Derek warned before finally stepping away. He was gone before you could think of anything else to say.  

You barely remembered the drive home. You were half-sure you had run a red light or maybe a stop sign, but you didn't even care. Laura was dead and someone had benefited from it. The person who had stolen the power that was rightfully hers had then turned Scott and put your brother in danger just by association.  

By the time you got up to your room, you felt restless with worry and you couldn't stop pacing from one side of your room to the other. You felt completely helpless and useless. You couldn't go to anyone to help. You didn't really trust Derek and your dad couldn't even speak. There was really only one person who knew about the world of werewolves and hunters and everything else crawling around in the dark.  

You grabbed your phone and chose the name from your contacts.  

"Hello," Deaton answered after what felt like an eternity of waiting.  

"I need mountain ash," you blurted, knowing that with Deaton it was best to just lay all of your cards on the table in the hopes that he wouldn't be cryptic or withholding.  

There was silence over the line for long enough that you started to worry. Finally, you heard Deaton sigh. "Come by tomorrow. I think we should have a talk." 

Before you could reply, Deaton hung up. It wasn't quite a no, but it also wasn't the answer you wanted. You let your phone drop on your bed before you sat down on the edge of your mattress. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, trying not to panic.  

That night, you didn't bother eating dinner and you could hardly sleep. All you could think about was that the Hale family was down one more person and you didn't want to lose anyone else. You didn't know how to protect Stiles from Scott without unloading a whole lot of information. Stiles had joked about lycanthropy, but you didn't know if he was ready to accept that it was a real affliction and his best friend had been forever changed.  

You stood at your bedroom window, wondering if Derek was somewhere out there in the woods. You were about to turn away and attempt to sleep when a glint of red out at the tree line caught your attention. You felt your heart beating hard and fast as you scanned the trees below, but didn't catch the red again.  

Was it the alpha? Or was it just your imagination? You didn't know, but either way, you were terrified.  

You grabbed your desk chair and pulled it up to your window. You kept watch over the backyard, waiting for a glimpse of the red eyes you were so sure you had seen. You didn't even know if you would be able to stop an alpha from getting into the house, not without the mountain ash you needed from Deaton, but you still kept watch.  

Your head began to slowly loll back and you jerked awake, aware and exhausted as you looked out at the yard again. There was nothing there, but every shadow looked threatening, and you didn't want to take your eyes off them. You dozed off again only to wake up at the sound of someone knocking on your bedroom door. The backyard was bathed in an early morning glow and your alarm clock was buzzing insistently, annoyed that you had been ignoring it in favor of catching a few more minutes of sleep.  

"Yo, Y/N, you're about to be late! Get up!" Stiles called through your door, his fist connecting with your door again and jarring it in its frame.  

You groaned, slowly letting your head roll forward, doing your best to ignore how stiff your neck felt. You managed to get out of the chair, sparing one last look for the backyard and the trees that bordered it before you went downstairs. You were still in your pajamas, but all you could think about was caffeine, so you made straight for the cup that was resting on the counter.  

"You look like shit," Stiles observed, spoon halfway to his mouth, a drop of milk escaping to fall back into his bowl of cereal.  

Your dad turned from the fridge, bottle of coffee creamer in his hand, just to see you had stolen his coffee. He furrowed his brow at you before he watched you practically collapse into a seat at the kitchen table.  

"Do I need to call the school?" He wondered, letting you know you had the option to stay home.  

You thought about going to school. You were exhausted and paranoid and one snarky comment from Jackson away from losing it. You didn't want to go and field worried glances from Stiles or watch Scott slowly begin his transformation or wonder if the Argent girl was already a hunter who would only put you all in danger. The only good thing about going to school was that it would mean you wouldn't run into Derek. But was it really worth it? 

"Yeah," you sighed, letting your head fall forward until your forehead was resting on the kitchen table. "Please." 

Your dad reached out, putting a hand on your shoulder, before squeezing it. "Get back up to bed. I'll take care of it." 

You slid the coffee across the table towards him before getting out of your chair.  

"But--" Stiles tried to protest, before your dad cut him off.  

"You're still going to school," your dad informed him.  

Stiles rolled his eyes, groaning as he grabbed his backpack and trudged towards the front of the house.  

You went back upstairs to your room. You collapsed on your bed, shooting one more uncertain look at your window before sleep dragged you under. You woke to two text messages from Stiles, a voicemail from your dad, and a missed call from Jackson.  

"Fuck," you groaned, finally forcing yourself to get out of bed. It was half past one and you didn't want to waste any more time.  

You got dressed and grabbed a Pop Tart on your way out the door. You ate it on the drive to Deaton's, doing your best to steer while you broke off pieces and popped them in your mouth, letting the sugar wake you up.  

You got to Deaton's and walked inside, passing through the waiting room and into the back examination room.  

"Miss Stilinski," Deaton greeted from where he was examining a golden retriever's gums. "I expected you later this afternoon." 

"Yeah, well, I skipped school," you informed him, picking up a jar on one of the counters and inspecting it. You squinted at it, trying to figure out what the hell was in it, when Deaton's voice came from right behind you.  

"That's not what you're here for," he told you, sounding exasperated. "I'm curious to know why you're looking for mountain ash." 

"You taught me how to use it," you reminded him, putting down the jar and turning to face him. "And there's some kind of crazy alpha out there killing people I care about. I want to protect who I still have." 

You didn't think you had to remind Deaton of your history. The fact that he had been your aunt's Emissary and your mentor once he discovered you possessed an affinity for magic. He theorized it was somewhere in your lineage, but you had only ever known the Hales. Your dad had never told you anything about your mom except that she had left right after you were born. You knew that wasn’t quite the truth, but your dad never entertained any of your questions about her, leaving you to speculate.  

Now, Deaton did his best to teach you what he felt you should know in the event you ever wanted to become an Emissary. You didn't think it was likely, but if it helped you protect your family, then you would learn whatever lessons he had for you.  

"And you think your family is in danger?" Deaton asked, quirking a brow at you.  

"I think," you started, turning your back on him and beginning to rummage through his cabinets in an effort to find what you were looking for. "That the alpha already killed Laura, stole her power, and then turned Scott. So, yeah, I would think my family is in danger." 

"Scott?" Deaton asked, finally letting concern leak into his tone. "You're sure?" 

"Yeah," you answered, allowing Deaton to usher you out of the way. "Derek confirmed it." 

"Derek's in town?" Deaton pushed aside a container of gauze and pulled out a small jar filled with a black, glittering powder.  

"For someone who vowed to protect the town from supernatural threats, you're really shitty at knowing what's actually happening in the town," you told him. You watched as Deaton tapped out a little bit of the powder into a small plastic container.  

He turned and handed it to you, insistent when you gave him an unimpressed look.  

"We both know a little can go a long way. It just takes belief," he reminded you.  

"Fine," you sighed, reaching out for the container of mountain ash. "Thanks," you added, since you knew it wouldn't hurt you to be grateful. Deaton was in your corner, you reminded yourself, even if he withheld information entirely too much for your liking. "I've got to go," you told him before making for the exit.  

"I expect you back here in three days for our next lesson," Deaton called after you.  

"Yeah, yeah," you answered, waving a hand at him.  

You went back home and set the container on your desk. You couldn't decide how to use the mountain ash now that you had it. Did you line the house? The whole property? Stiles' jeep? How could you possibly figure out how to protect everyone when you didn't know where the next attack would happen? 

You sat down at your desk and tried to lose yourself in an essay for your English Lit class. Your gaze kept straying towards the mountain ash. You wanted to use it. You should use it. But if Scott tried to visit and couldn't get in, then how would you explain to Stiles that it was because his best friend really was a werewolf?  

You heard Stiles get home and turned towards your bedroom door. You heard voices and realized that Scott was there too. You swiveled your chair back around to face your desk, intent on waiting until Scott left to interrogate Stiles on what you missed at school.  

You managed another couple of sentences before you heard Scott yelling. You were out of your chair and opening your bedroom door before you could think better of it, catching Scott storming out of Stiles' room. You swore you caught a hint of yellow in his eyes as he passed by, but it wasn't Scott you were worried about now.  

"Stiles!" You called, rushing towards his room.  

You found him sitting on the floor by his desk, practically tucked into the corner like he was hiding. He stared at you for a moment, blinking uncomprehendingly, before he seemed to shake himself out of his stupor.  

You walked towards him, slow enough that he wouldn't get freaked out. You reached a hand out towards him and helped him up off the floor. Once he was standing, he reached out for his desk chair and froze.  

It took you a moment to realize that he was staring down at his chair.  

"What?"  

Stiles grabbed the back of his chair and turned it so you could see what caught his attention.  

There were three long slash marks across the back of it. The fabric had been ripped and bits of stuffing was now spilling out.  

You didn't know what to say. You had been trying to think of a way to gently break the whole 'werewolves are real' thing to your brother, but now it looked like Scott had beaten you to the punch.  

"Wow," you tried, carefully not looking at Stiles. He was practically a human lie detector and always knew when to call you on your bullshit. You knew you had to be cautious. "That really sucks. You're going to have to buy yourself a new chair." 

Stiles was quiet for a moment which meant doom was imminent.  

"Really? A chair? That's what you're worried about? Not the huge freaking claw marks down the back of it?" 

"I mean, you've got to be more careful with your possessions," you told him, spinning the chair back around so Scott's damage to it wasn't in full view anymore.  

"I didn't do that!" Stiles insisted, yanking the chair away from you. "It was Scott. He--," Stiles trailed off, looking at his open doorway. He forcefully smoothed his expression into one of nonchalance. "You know what? Never mind. It's nothing to worry about. It was just a freak accident with some scissors." 

But you knew. Stiles had figured it out and he was only trying to deflect because he wanted to protect Scott. You couldn't keep your brother out of the supernatural, but maybe you could help him be better prepared for what he was bound to face.  

"You know, don't you? About Scott," you clarified, grabbing the chair once again and letting the back of it face the both of you.  

Stiles froze before he turned a calculating look on you. "What do you know about Scott?" 

You sighed before moving over towards his bedroom door and shutting it. Stiles was looking more alarmed by the second and you knew it was only going to get worse. You moved to sit down on the edge of his bed and looked up at him where he was standing by his desk.  

"I know that Scott was bitten by an alpha werewolf and I know that Scott himself is now a werewolf. And if you're going to help him, then there's a lot you need to know before Scott's first full moon."  

Stiles stared at you, uncharacteristically speechless, before he dropped down into his desk chair with enough force it sent him rolling back towards his desk.  

"Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my sister?" Stiles asked, still looking dumbfounded.  

"Do you want to help your best friend or not?" You arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to make another snarky remark.  

"Fine," Stiles conceded, holding his hands up in surrender. "Only because I feel like you're really holding out on me here and I want to know more."  

You and Stiles had made a pact when you were fifteen to always tell each other everything. You knew he was about to feel betrayed more than anything, especially because you were the only person who knew about his crush on Danny. But in your defense, there had never been a good time to drop the 'werewolf' bomb on him.  

"The Hales," you started, "were my family. They were also my pack," you confessed with a deep breath. Besides your trips to see your father, the only other person who knew about all this was Deaton. Finally talking about it to someone else, someone you trusted who could actually be there for you felt like a weight was being lifted off your shoulders.  

"Wait," Stiles cut you off before you could continue. "Are you a werewolf?" 

There was the betrayal in his expression you were expecting. He knew you had deliberately held your biggest secret from him. You knew it would take you a while to make it up to him, but he would eventually forgive you.  

He was a good brother like that.  

"No," you admitted, shaking your head in answer. "I'm human." You would have to find a better time to drag out the 'magic' revelation, because you didn't want to overwhelm him. "But my dad is a werewolf. My aunt and uncles. My cousins. All werewolves. So, trust me when I say that you're going to need my help with Scott. He's a bitten werewolf and they're much more volatile than born ones. Not to mention, we don't even know who his alpha really is, which is going to cause a problem." 

Stiles stared at you for a moment before he finally spoke. "Why?" 

"Because his alpha will have some measure of control over him. And there's no telling what they'll make Scott try to do." 

"Fuck," Stiles breathed, brushing a hand over his head. "Then how do we stop Scott from becoming a puppet?" 

"I don't know. I might have an idea, but nothing long term. We're going to have to track down the alpha and figure out who they are." 

"Your cousin," Stiles tried, leaning forward in his seat. "You think he might be the alpha? He just shows back up in town and acts all creepy in the woods like a weird stalker?" 

"No," you answered. "Derek's not the alpha. He actually--," you stopped, not sure how to even admit out loud that Laura was dead.  

"What is it?" Stiles wondered, shifting forward even further. You wanted to tell him to stop or he would fall off the chair, but knowing Stiles, it was really only a matter of time before it happened.  

"Nothing," you dismissed with a shake of your head. Your grief was still too fresh to actually talk about it. It wasn't important now, so you would just have to tell Stiles later. "I just know Derek isn't the alpha, which means there's another werewolf in town. You have to be careful, okay? Rogue alphas are dangerous and where they go, hunters follow." 

Stiles straightened up in his chair, nearly slipping off the seat. "Hunters?" 

"Werewolf hunters," you clarified. "They say they're hunting werewolves who hurt humans, but not all of them follow that code." 

Stiles blinked at you and you could see the wheels turning in his head. You knew you had dropped a lot on your brother all at once, but you didn't want him going into any of this unprepared.  

"So, hunters," he finally mused. "Hunters who are going to go after Scott when he finally gives into his new wolfy instincts." 

"And not just any hunters," you said, hoping you weren't about to make a huge mistake. "The Argents." 

You had never seen Stiles so flabbergasted several times in a row, but if you weren't freaking out, you might have found it funny.  

"The Argents," he repeated. "As in Allison Argent? As in the girl that Scott thinks hung the moon he's now forced to howl at? I've got to warn him," he decided, moving to grab his cell phone, but you held a hand out to stall him.  

"You might want to hold off on that until we can tell why they're in town. If Scott gives himself away now, then there's going to be all kinds of trouble in store for him. Besides, I doubt Allison's a hunter. At least not yet," you amended at Stiles' relieved sigh. "It's probably only a matter of time." 

"How the fuck do you even know this much? God, you've seemed so normal up until now. I mean, besides being friends with Jackson. That's definitely weird." 

You rolled your eyes, choosing to ignore the dig at your sanity. "Stiles, I grew up in a pack. I'm human, but I did pick up a lot of things from watching my family." 

"Speaking of your family, Scott healed his bite in a night. Can't your dad just, y'know," Stiles said, gesturing helplessly at his face.  

"Some wounds run so deep that not even accelerated healing can touch them," you explained to Stiles. "Don't you think if my dad could heal himself and come back to me, then he would?" Your dad would do anything for you. You had even overheard your aunt one time telling your uncle about how your dad had run off your mom and nearly killed her to keep you safe. You knew, without a doubt, you were the most important person to your dad. His number one priority. If he was able to heal himself, then he would have done it years ago.  

"Shit, I'm sorry," Stiles apologized. "It's just a lot to wrap my mind around." 

"I know," you admitted. "But if we can keep Scott from outing himself, then he'll be safe. At least for now. But we're both going to have to work with him. New wolves have no control. We're going to have to keep an eye on Scott." 

"There's a party on Friday," Stiles reminded you. "Scott's going to want to go, because Allison's definitely going to go." 

"Scott shouldn't be going to any parties," you groaned. "It’s his first full moon. He needs to stay somewhere. Preferably locked up." 

"So, you want to, what? Chain my best friend up and hope he doesn't freak out on us?"  

Stiles seemed skeptical, but you truly didn't have a better idea. Training wolves was never something you were a part of when you were younger. If anything, you might have said you needed Derek's help, but you didn't really trust him yet.  

"Look, we'll both go to the party," you told Stiles. "Jackson's been after me to go, so it's not like I'll be crashing." 

Stiles made a disgusted face at the mention of Jackson. "I don't know how my sister is friends with my nemesis. It's unnatural is what it is." 

"Jackson is...kind of the worst," you admitted. "But he's my friend. We get each other."  

Both of you had been dealt tragedies at a young age that ripped your families away from you. You didn't always agree with Jackson and you didn't always get along, but you were there for each other because you understood each other. You knew that the nights you woke up screaming for your dad, you could call Jackson and he would answer right away, ready to listen to you. Whenever Jackson got morose about his birth parents, he would turn to you, vulnerable in a way he wasn't with anyone else.  

"Unnatural," Stiles grumbled before he stood and pointed a finger at you. "If we're going to keep Scott from wolfing out, then we're going to need a plan." 

You weren't sure your plan to keep tabs on Scott at all times would actually work, but you were willing to go along and see how it played out. You would rather lock Scott in a room and wait for the sun to come up, but Stiles wouldn't do that to his best friend, so you were forced to do things his way.  

You spent the first hour of the party tucked into a corner, nursing the same drink. Scott hadn't even shown up yet, but Stiles had promised he would. You watched your brother instead. He was dancing like a total dork, bringing a reluctant smile to your face.  

A creeping sensation settled over you when you were considering making a round around the house and trying to see if anything had changed with the Scott situation. It took you a moment to realize what the feeling was. 

Someone was watching you.  

You tried not to tense up or give away that you noticed. Instead, you sipped your drink and surveyed the party, trying to figure out who was the culprit.  

It wasn't until you glanced at the open doorway leading out into the backyard that you saw him.  

"Fucking Derek," you groaned, catching the slight smirk on his face. "Of course you heard that, you dick." 

You didn't really want to talk to him, but you still found yourself wandering out onto the patio. He was standing right near the edge of the property, sticking out more than anything with his shoulders squared and jaw clenched.  

"Aren't you a little old for a high school party?" You asked as you moved to stand at his side.  

"I'm here to keep your little friend from killing someone," Derek told you, not bothering to even look at you now that you were beside him. Instead, he nodded towards where you could now see Scott wading through the crowd in the house.  

"Fuck," you hissed, moving forward, only to be stalled by Derek's hand on your shoulder.  

"It's not safe for you, you know. I should be the one to take care of him. If he takes a swipe at me, I'll heal. He could easily kill you." 

You shrugged Derek's hand off your shoulder. "Don't act like you care, Derek," you snapped at him before making your way back towards the house.  

"I have a plan to help Scott," Derek claimed. "You should stay out of it." 

You got inside just to see Stiles running after Scott on his way out the door. 

You took off after them, brushing past people you barely knew and avoiding Jackson's questioning stare. By the time you got outside, Scott was driving off in his mom's car and Stiles was yelling for him to come back.  

"You think he's going home?" You asked Stiles, trying to think of where Scott would go if he was freaking out.  

"I'll go to his house," Stiles decided already heading for his jeep. "You go by the clinic just in case!" 

You had a feeling that Stiles was just trying to get you away from Scott to protect you. It wasn't as annoying coming from Stiles as it was from Derek. But you still wished he got that you were the expert on werewolves between the two of you.  

You still deigned to check the vet clinic and called Stiles when Scott was nowhere in sight.  

"He's at his house," Stiles told you. "He's locked himself in his bathroom." 

"Is that Y/N?" You heard Scott yell, his voice rough with panic. "She knows about this?" 

"Story for another time, buddy!" Stiles called to Scott. "I've got him here, alright? There's nothing to worry about. Everything's okay. Why don't you just go home?" 

You thought about the mountain ash in your pocket. Maybe you should go to Scott's house and keep him trapped in his bathroom. You knew it was a dumb idea, since Scott would likely only hurt himself trying to get out. But you didn't like the idea of your brother trying to wrangle a newly turned werewolf all by himself.  

"Fine," you allowed. "But if anything happens, you call me." 

"Got it," Stiles agreed before hanging up.  

You meant to go back home. You really did. But somehow you found yourself parked down the street from Scott's house waiting for something bad to happen.  

When you saw Scott climb out of his bedroom window and drop down to the ground below before taking off down the street, you had a feeling you were in for a long night. 

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[crunchkind]

This is the last time I will post about spider verse and then I’ll go back to magi

Ok see you in like a few days

[mistercakerz]

Wives~

[teenwolf-incorrectquotes]

Kira, to Derek: So you followed Stiles here? Stiles: Yeah, what a creep! Kira: Hey, Derek must be in love with you. Derek: What?! No I'm not! Kira: Oh, I'm very good at reading people. Derek, panicked: No you're not!

[profoundbondfanfic]

Romantic Theory

Romantic Theory by 2street2car Rating: Teen and Up Word Count: 6.9k

Dean doesn’t just remember Hell; he remembers being raised from it, too.

Dean’s back from Hell. He’s… acting a little odd, a little “kooky,” as Bobby says. But that’s to be expected when a guy comes back from the dead and crawls his way out of his own grave, right?

Especially since the thing that saved him swallowed him whole in the process. 

This is Lazarus Rising but told a little to the left.

I was one of the lucky people who got to watch that particular episode completely blind. I remember the growing feeling of dread as Bobby, Sam, and Dean try to figure out what brought Dean back to life. This fic makes me experience that again, but multiplied by one hundred— even upon reread.

This fic is told through multiple POVs: the gas station owner as he watches video footage of Dean’s return, Ruby, Sam, and Bobby. We watch Dean’s strange behaviour through them. The use of outsider POVs is very effective as, while the events are familiar to us as they follow the plot of the episode, the new perspective allows the author to really lean into the horror of everything that happens. If this story was told through Dean’s eyes, this fic would be completely different. By the end of the fic, the reader is on the edge of their seat waiting for Cas to arrive. 

Primed and ready for the closing lines to steal their breath away.