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parkerpeter24 · 2 years ago

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bloody love . part 1

pairing ➳ peter parker x reader

warnings ➳ hanahaki!au, unrequited love, no happy ending, heavy angst, mentions of blood, mentions of vomiting, fluff if you squint really hard, please read at your own discretion.

w.c. ➳ 2k

summary ➳ who said love couldn’t kill?

what is hanahaki!au? “the hanahaki disease is an illness born from unrequited love, where the patient’s lungs will fill up with flowers, they will then proceed to throw, and cough up the petals.”

idk if i really wanted this fic to be tasm!peter or mcu!peter but hey there’s gwen in it, so maybe let’s go with tasm sksksks

part 2 | part 3 | part 4

peter never thought he’d get bitten by a radioactive spider.

he never thought his life would come spiralling down to this. he’d met gwen stacy when he was a sophomore in highschool and now that he felt like he was almost in a place to start a relationship with her, he started to notice how you had distanced yourself from him. he saw you less and less as the days passed by. you were not at the basketball practice, he never saw you during lunch, or in the library, despite it being your favorite place.

it was as if you’d disappeared from the school.

or worse, from his life.

he came to your window after a long night and knocked just for silence from your end but as expected, the window was open, and you were familiar with him barging in at unusual times.

peter entered the room and slid the window to a close. He took off his mask and threw it over to your bed, waiting for you to enter your room any minute but the next thing he noticed was a drop of blood.

and another. and another. a whole trail of tiny droplets of ruby red leading up to your bathroom and peter’s own blood ran cold. once again he was alarmed, thinking of the worst possible scenario as he followed it up to your bathroom.

wrapping his hand around the metal knob, peter turned it as quietly as possible. and it opened up to one of the most horrific scenes he would have probably witnessed throughout his lifetime. you were hunched over the toilet, coughing wildly. there were the same droplets of blood over the toilet seat, a few bloody petals fallen over the purple carpet of your bathroom.

“y/n?” he called out in horror as you breathed out a deep sigh. you had emptied out all contents into the toilet but even with shaky hands you scrambled to grab the petals and throw them in the water before you flushed it all down.

“peter, what uh, what are you doing here?” you said in a quiet voice, going over to the sink.

“y-you had blood, on the floor, on the toilet, o-on your shirt” the brunette pointed out. you could see the look of concern etched onto his face and you looked away as your heart fluttered in your chest. you didn’t need that right now, “what’s happening?”

“it’s nothing. i just want some water.” before you could make any attempt to leave the washroom, peter was on his toes.

“i’ll get it for you! warm water, that’ll help you feel better,” peter said, walking out quickly, “while you should change and get into bed.”

peter never thought he’d be able to muster the courage to talk after he’d seen you like that. you looked in so much pain. he wondered what could it be as he let the water boil for you. he brought you a glass of lukewarm water and pulled your study chair so he could sit beside you.

you were now sitting on your bed, back against the pillows supported by the headboard and sheets pulled up over your leg. you sipped on the water silently, hindering peter’s questions.

“you never answered my question.” you were, however, the first one to break the silence.

“you never answered mine.” peter countered, his voice low, worried. you couldn’t meet his eyes even if you tried because you knew the concern in them would break you.

“you’re wrong. i told you it’s nothing.”

“y/n, i-”

“i’m fine, peter.” you declared before he could even finish his sentence.

“i haven’t seen you in school for a whole week.” the brunette opted for a change of topic when you seemed unwilling to talk about yourself. another wave of silence settled in the room as neither of you knew what to say next, that is, unless peter did, “a-are you sick?” his voice came in as a soft whisper, as if he was afraid to speak.

“i don’t know.” you gulped, breathing almost normally now. peter didn’t know if he was supposed to overlook those blood stains covering your carpet, “it’s complicated.”

peter moved swiftly, sitting down close to the edge of your bed, “make me understand, then. please.” his hand went and placed itself over your knee. your eyes flicked up to catch his, chocolate brown irises swimming in concern.

“peter i-it’s not that easy.” you pleaded, unable to peel your eyes off of his.

your caring best friend didn’t need to know that your little problem had started almost two months back. although you had known peter since sophomore year, you realized you were in love with him when he offered to drop you home after the halloween movie night had ended up being a little too scary. he waited until you were inside the safety of your room and waved him goodbye through your window.

but two months ago, you felt a sting in your chest, it didn’t feel like a big deal but over time, it started getting harder and harder for you to breathe. when you told your mom that you couldn’t breathe, she rushed you to the hospital.

the doctor had said it was a rare condition and the first thing your mom asked was if it was genetic. she told the doctor she’d been through the same thing and later when you asked her what had happened, she told you about how she had found a guy whom she really liked, but when she told him that, the response she found was anything but nice. she suffered for a long time until she finally decided to get surgery.

“but it must’ve still hurt?” you asked her, eyebrows furrowed

“i’d never have to worry about him anymore, because with the flowers gone, all the feelings are gone too.” she told you with a smile, thinking she was helping your case.

“but i- i don’t wanna forget peter.” you said, voice shaky as tears pooled in your eyes.

your mom wiped away the tears that slid down your cheeks before giving you a sad smile, “i’m really sorry, sweetheart. and it’s not that you’ll forget that boy completely. you just won’t feel the same for him.”

“but what about our friendship?”

“you can always re-establish a friendship.” she said, helping you sit up over the almost too tiny bed for dinner.

“it won’t be the same though.”

the next day, the doctor had told you to rest and take some time to figure out if you were ready for a surgery, which led you to this moment.

“i have all the time. i miss you, (y/n/n). please tell me what’s wrong. don’t cut me off, please.” each word out of peter was cutting through the wall you’d tried to build around yourself.

“i’m not cutting you off, peter. i was gonna join school from monday, next week.”

“oh. really?” peter asked, leading you to nod your head in response. he gave you a little smile, though not really convinced, “i was just really worried about you.”

“don’t be.” you returned his smile, “i’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked.

peter found himself getting off your bed, not having anything else to continue this conversation with you. he really wanted to ask you what was the fuss with all the blood but you wouldn’t answer him.

“i’ll see you.” he nodded, starting to walk away, but something stopped him in his tracks, as if he’d forgotten something. he made a swift move back to your side, leaning down and catching you by surprise when his lips met your forehead. the touch seemed to linger a moment before he moved back, just enough to look you in the eyes, “i’m sorry i’ve been a shitty friend. i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”

your entire face was feeling warm with the proximity and all you could do was nod.

peter gave you a smile before rushing off to your window and swinging away from you.

the next day you met peter with a smile, as if nothing was wrong. he returned your smile, wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s awesome to finally have you back!” ned chimed in from behind, causing the brunette to pull away from you, “me and peter were starting to think we’d just have to finish the lego death star without you!”

you chuckled, “there’s no way i would’ve let that happen now is there?”

for a moment everything was starting to feel alright as your two friends helped you catch up on everything that happened for the week you were gone. even flash was acting nice around you for some unknown reason, you thought it was probably because he too– just like peter– thought you were sick.

your happiness was short-lived, though, because as soon as you reached the homeroom, your trio found gwen at the door, “hey, guys!” she smiled and you tried your best to muster half of the one she gave you.

ned pulled you inside, leaving peter with the blonde girl, “come on, let’s let the love birds chat.”

you tried to act normal, ignoring the sting of pain that shot through your chest.

the first few classes weren’t as terrible as you’d imagined. peter had promised you that he would make up to you. you just wanted to look forward to that and not worry about two teenagers, spotting whom could lead you to throw up a garden of blood.

“i’m not gonna lie though, peter kept buying chocolate milkshakes everyday for you, it was driving me crazy.” gwen rolled her eyes sarcastically, making you and your friends laugh. her wonderful nature only made it hard to be mad.

somehow you kept circling back to yourself as the root cause of your situation. you should never have fallen in love with peter parker.

if only you’d never fallen in love with him, you wouldn’t have to suffer the pain everytime peter and gwen’s fingers brushed over the table. you tried to take a deep, shuddered breath, playing with the peas on your plate. your appetite dissolved further as the petals multiplied in your lungs.

after the last bell, you and peter were walking towards the exit when gwen called out his and your name, rushing over to the two of you. peter grinned and asked her what was up. the two of them laughed and talked while you found yourself standing in the corner.

“hey, maybe i should get going.” you suggested to peter, tugging at the straps of your bag.

“oh, no, no, wait just a minute. i will stop hogging him from you, don’t worry.” gwen chuckled, returning her attention to peter.

you just stood there, looking around, not focusing on their conversation really. you stopped listening after you heard gwen invite peter over for dinner over at her place. it was getting harder to breathe but you gulped down the feeling, just wanting to reach home and empty your lungs.

the chain of thoughts was disrupted when your eyes caught another sight of your two friends. gwen leaned up, placing a gentle kiss on peter’s cheek and air got stuck in your lungs, it suddenly became very hard to breathe. your throat filled up as you coughed, feeling that familiar coppery taste on your tongue.

“hey, y/n, you okay?” you heard peter ask but it was too late, blood was everywhere, in your mouth, thrumming through your ears.

uh oh.

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midnight-raven · 3 years ago

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Stranger Things/Avengers Characters Pt. 1

Inspired by @a-dealwithgod

Master Will the Wise/Will Byers

When he was young, Will Byers was taken to a training ground for sorcerers to study the mystic arts. Growing up in Kamar-Taj, Will excelled at every lesson and mastered every spell; until he became the youngest master of the mystic arts. With his natural talents, Will also developed a power that took decades for wizards to learn; True Sight. When Will sleeps at night, his mind would travel through the many realms of the multiverse, including the dark dimension.

The Hulk/Dustin Henderson

After being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Dustin Henderson had been exposed to a dangerous amount of gamma radiation. The levels of radiation resulted in Dustin gaining the ability to grow into a menacing green monster any time he was provoked. With scientists and bad guys chasing after his new power, Dustin ran away and disappeared from everyone. During his time on the run, Dustin stayed in contact with Mr. C, an online friend that’s helping him find a cure for his ‘condition.’

Black Widow/Max Mayfield

At a young age, Max had been chosen by a program known as the Red Room, where young girls are turned into spies and assassins. Growing up, Max had received extensive training from a super-soldier named Billy, also known as the Winter Soldier until she was the most skilled, and youngest widow in the program. However, one day, the Red Room decided to include full mind control into their program, and Max was faced with a choice; to stay and become another Black Widow, or escape and be free to make her own choices, her own rules.

Spider-Man/Lucas Sinclair

During a field trip to Hawkins Science Lab, Lucas Sinclair got bitten by an experimental radioactive spider, and received spider powers. However, becoming a superhero isn’t as easy as comic books made it seem. With having to balance life between schoolwork and vigilante-work, dodging his suspicious younger sister, and dealing Jason Carver, Lucas’ former friend from the basketball team who turned into Green Goblin after accusing the spider vigilante for murders across the city.

Iron Man/Mike Wheeler

As a robotic/science prodigy and the son of billionaire philanthropist Theodore Wheeler, Mike's life has been anything but normal. But after spending three months in captivity, Mike's world was changed forever. An arc reactor was implanted into his chest to keep him alive, but his time in captivity had opened his eyes to the dangers in the world. Dangers that only he could stop. Maybe if Ted had paid more attention to his son, he would’ve known that Mike was flying around the city in an iron suit.

The Scarlet Witch/Jane ‘011’ Hopper.

Eleven was raised in a lab by Dr. Brenner after gaining psionic abilities from a magical stone. Every day, she trained to become more powerful, until an incident. Eleven couldn’t remember all the details, all she remembered was the bodies and the blood. The incident had shown up on SHIELD's radar, so they investigated and took Eleven into their custody. Because of Els’ lack of control over her powers, SHIELD had wanted to place her under maximum security, until Jim Hopper stepped up, and offered to keep an eye on the young girl.

#Stranger Things #Stranger Things AU #Avengers AU #Superhero AU #Will Byers #Dustin Henderson #Max Mayfield #Lucas Sinclair #Mike Wheeler #Eleven #Jane Hopper

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heart-eye-harrington · 5 years ago

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gwen stacy

Summary: Steve always hated how Spider-Man couldn’t save Gwen Stacy, but what will he do differently when put in the same situation?

Word count: 6.3k

Warnings: Mild swearing, brief mentions of blood/injury, my not 100% accurate retelling of Spider-Man lure

A/N: Hi! I’ve loved this concept for so long that I really wanted to write it! It’s a bit lengthy but didn’t feel right to break it up. Let me know what you think! okay hope you have a good day, i love youuuuuuuu

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Peter Parker - the nerdy wallflower with a heart of gold. Greatness was thrust upon poor Peter when he was bitten by that radioactive spider. But what did he do with this greatness? Did he use it for his own benefit? No. He used his powers to help others, to protect the neighborhood, to look out for the little guy. He fought the evil in the world as one of the greatest heroes of all, but came home and was back to reality as plain Peter Parker again. There was still a boy under the mask; and a girl who loved him, with and without it on. He’d save the city, save civilians, and he’d save the girl; consistently proving that good would overcome evil and be rewarded. But that wasn’t always the case in life, even for Spider-Man. The fight started like many others, the bad guy had taken Spider-Man’s girlfriend and put her in the middle of the fight to slow Spider-Man’s attacks and distract him. Both powers found themselves falling into the routine brawl, until Green Goblin pushed Gwen Stacy from the top of the Brooklyn Bridge. Spider-Man shot a web in a desperate attempt to save her from the fall. Despite his efforts, she died, snapping her neck from the sudden shock. A deafening snap heard, dashing all hopes of her survival. Good had lost. Peter lost his first true love. Gwen was gone despite it all.

The story of Gwen Stacy always infuriated Steve. When he was young and read the comic he was baffled. How could Spider-Man let that happen? He could save everyone and still lose one of the most important people in his life. It just wasn’t fair. Steve swore he would never let that happen to him, he would fight harder than anyone, even Spider-Man, for those he loved.

As he got older, the childhood vow drifted to the back of his head. King Steve took its place. Basketball, girls, and kegs took its place. He was your average teen, prioritizing what you think will help you fit in and make you likable.

His vow resurfaced when he found Nancy at the Byer’s house that November night. Carol and Tommy struck a match when they struck a nerve.

Tommy tossed him a coke, letting him knew he owed him a buck fifty. Steve scoffed, because of course Tommy couldn’t just get him something without having to pay him back. Steve places the can to his injured eye, savoring the cool on his skin. The thumping in his head disappears for just a moment before being replaced with another, Carol and Tommy’s cruel jokes. Normally Steve would nod and laugh along, but this time something felt different. He really listened this time, to their claims that Jonathan killed his brother, that Nancy was a slut, and it just rubbed him the wrong way. It was as if they held a match, and he was the striker paper. They had rubbed so many times but this was the moment the match caught aflame.

“Carol, for one in your life can you shut your damn mouth?” Steve was shocked at the ease of his outburst, but not ashamed of it. It felt like a weight lifted off his shoulders. It felt good to get them to stop for once.

“Hey, what’s your problem man?” Tommy demanded, he and Carol both taken aback at his sudden opposition. But the fire was burning and Steve had no intention of extinguishing it.

“You’re both assholes, that’s my problem.” He saw he had befriended the heartless villains he swore to defeat, and worse, allowed himself to fall under their influences. He had to get as far away from them as possible and get back to the good in his life. He realized he needed to fight for good again, and that meant fixing his screw up with Nancy. She might be his Gwen Stacy, and he couldn’t sit back and watch as she slipped through his fingers. He messed up, and had to make things right. So he hopped in his car and sped off to his first crime of the day. After a few hours of scrubbing the paint on the marquee and volunteering to help with other odd jobs at the theatre, he sank into the driver’s seat and sighed. He knew what his next step needed to be, but just because you have a plan doesn’t make it easy. He turned the key, flicked on his headlights and headed to the Byer’s house. Tommy’s words echoing in his head, fueling the fire.

“That’s right! Run away Stevie boy! Run away! Just like you always do! That’s right Harrington!

Run away!”

While Carol and Tommy may have struck the match, seeing the flickering lights inside the Byer’s house poured gasoline on the small fire in him. It burned through and melted the hard outer shell he had developed, and exposed the hero his younger self always thought he was inside. The brave boy who fought to protect those he loved. He ran into the house and helped Nancy and Jonathan. After that night, he became his very own Spider-Man.

Time passed, but that night stayed with him. He kept his younger self in his mind more prominently. He did his best to be the best boyfriend he could be to Nancy, because that’s what she deserved. He did what he could for her, helping her with Barb and reminding her that none of what happened was her fault. Despite his best efforts, she slipped out of his grasp. Maybe it was all bullshit, but damn if he wouldn’t fight for her. He did fight, but not how he imagined. He had to grab his bat again and battle extra-dimensional creatures to protect kids he barely knew. He had a responsibility to protect them, something he quickly accepted and even embraced. He was their hero, fighting the monsters and evil. But, a reward didn’t come in the end. Nancy wasn’t his. He realized she never truly was. It took a while, but he accepted it, came to terms that his first love may have never loved him back, but that’s ok. She’s happy now and that’s all he could wish for her. With the gate to the Upside Down closed, his hero mask was hung up and bat hidden behind old clothes in his closet. Life went on. He graduated high school and got a summer job. Scoops Ahoy wasn’t a part of his ideal hero’s journey, but it paid the bills.

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The last few cords of Queen’s Radio Gaga flow through the summer air before Steve turns the key, turning off his car. His chest rises and dramatically falls for no one but himself to see. He mustered up his energy before stepping out of his car. He blinked in the summer sunshine, taking a moment to enjoy how it warms his skin before being trapped in a prison of florescent lights for the next few hours. He drags his feet the entirety of the parking lot before reaching the doors. He adjusts the bag on his back containing his stupid sailor outfit as he makes his way to Scoops. He enters the ice cream parlor and heads to the back room. Just as he’s about to reach the door, it slams open in his face. Pain rushes to his nose and he’s doubled over, clutching it as a few choice words fall from his lips. The open door reveals you, grasping your own face in shock. You kneel down beside Steve, one hand delicately on his shoulder, not sure exactly what to do but wanting to comfort and help him.

“Oh my God I am so sorry!” your voice coming across breathless in your startled state. Steve lifts his head just enough to let his eyes catch yours. There’s a moment of silence where you’re searching each other’s faces. Something washes over you, but you weren’t sure what it was yet. He sees your worry and distress and can’t help but feel sorry for you.

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I’ve been knocked in the head so many times, this is nothing.” he chuckles, but his words didn’t put your guilt at ease.

“Please, let me help you. I know first aid.” Steve can’t find himself to say no, letting you guide him into the backroom to fuss over him. You lead him to the small table, guiding him to sit. As soon as you’re satisfied that he’s comfortable, you turn your back and scramble to get the supplies for his bleeding and probably bruised nose. He didn’t need to be coddled his much, but part of him enjoyed it. A small smile sneaks onto his face as you run a cloth under cold water, the first-aid kit tucked under your arm. You pull up a seat next to him, a serious and concerned look in your eyes. You lightly remove his hand from his nose and place a hand under his chin, turning his head better assessing the damage.

“Do you feel any blood going down your throat?”

“No”

“Good. Then it’s only an anterior bleed. Posterior bleeds are typical for people who have had head injuries in the past and are a bit more serious. I was worried after you said you’ve gotten hit a few times in the past. I’m just gonna put the cold cloth over your nose, can you pinch it? You should be fine after about 10 minutes” You eyes examine his face to see if he understands, and can’t help but blush at sudden realization at how close you are.

“You weren’t kidding when you said you’re trained in first aid” his laugh is a bit nasally considering his plugged nose, causing your laugh to shake your chest a bit harder.

“What can I say? I thought it would be good with all the babysitting I did. But the kid I watched doesn’t need a sitter anymore, so here I can scooping ice cream.”

“Well, I guess this is one way to be introduced to your co-worker”

“What can I say? I make a strong first impression.” You chuckle, but it’s short-lived as guilt pools in your gut. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Look, it’s fine, you fixed me up. So, what’s my nurse’s name so I may properly thank them?” He extends his free hand, an olive branch. A playful smirk plays your lips, giving him your name and a proper handshake.

From that moment on, there was an unspoken bond between the two of you, and you looked out for one another. Steve felt a sense of protectiveness over you, to make sure you were ok. It was always little things like making sure you took your breaks, shooting mean looks at creepy customers, or slipping you a banana when he knew you hadn’t eaten in a while. You’d do the same for him, telling Robin to give him a break after an exceptionally terrible attempt at getting a date or packing doubles of your lunch for him after seeing him eat smushed PB & J’s for the millionth time in a row.

“Aww, did your mommy pack you apple slices? How cute.” Robin’s joking condescending tone brought a grin to both her and Steve’s faces.

“No, they did.” He gestures to the counter where you stood scooping ice cream while your coworkers took a quick break. It was slow, so you volunteered to ‘man the ship’ so Steve and Robin could sit in the back room. They both peered at you through the crack Steve left in the sliding window. You were patiently listening to a little girl stumble through her order, sending her reassuring nods and smiles. You radiate positive energy like the sun, washing everything you touched in a warm light. Even from the brief interaction little girl felt it, Robin felt it, but Steve felt it most of all. The simplest actions would cause warmth to spread through his chest, occasionally rising to his checks if he thought about it too much.

“Earth to Romeo, you’re staring” Robin’s words pull Steve from his trace, the familiar warmth amplified by her words. He ducks his head in a vain attempt to hide it, but he knows nothing gets past Robin. She glances back to you, oblivious to the situation happening behind you. She shakes her head and chuckles, deciding it would be more fun to watch the former king of Hawkins fumble over a girl than call him out. So she simply stands, giving him a small pat on the shoulder on her way out the swinging door open to join you at the counter. She gives you a hip bump, drawing a laugh, and sending Steve back into his trance.

“So, how’s the ship sailor?”

“She’s in tip-top shape captain,” you tell Robin, saluting her and sending the two of you into giggles. You take a second to relish the moment. You would have never thought a summer job would give you two of your best friends. You’ve never laughed as hard as you did when at the ice cream parlor. You’re drawn from your thought when the bell on the counter rings. You turn to see three young teens staring intently at you.

“Is Steve here?” the boy with black hair and pale skin asks.

“He’s in the back on break. You guys ok?” you ask, seeing the discomfort on the youngest’s face

“Will scrapped his knee on the bike ride over and we just need a band-aid” the third boy, who you later learned was named Lucas responded, pointing to the youngest boy, whose name you learned was Will.

“I can help you out! Come on.” You gesture for the three to follow you into the break room. You get Will to sit, and you squat before him and examine the injury. It doesn’t look bad at all, but there’s probably some dirt in the scrape. Your eyebrows knit together as you think of what to do, making sure to wipe them away before meeting Will’s eyes.

“I’m gonna get some hydrogen peroxide, just be sure it’s clean. We’ll get a band-aid on it and you’ll be good as gold.” Will’s expression relaxes from your comforting words. You rub his arm before going to grab the first aid kit. You hear Steve making small talk with the boys, asking them about what they’ve been up to and when Dustin will be back from camp. You feel your heart flutter at the tone the boys use, all so comfortable with each other. Hearing how good Steve is with them almost makes you sigh with joy. You turn back to Will, supplies in hand. You make sure you’re quick with your work, knowing the hydrogen peroxide doesn’t exactly tickle. Smoothing out the band-aid on his knee, you give a content exhale at your handiwork.

“There, all better. But you know what makes everything better? Ice cream! You guys want some?” the three teens cheer, which you take as a yes. You share a look with Steve, neither able to deny the joy they boys spread. You bring them to the front, give them their orders, with a little extra for Will, and send them on their way. You smile to yourself seeing the three joke around, and can’t help but wonder what adventures they’d get into. Little did you know you were about to be sucked into an adventure of your own.

“TOUCH MY BUTT I DON’T CARE!!!”

“Uh, Robin? What’s doing on?” You timidly ask, taking slow steps into the backroom.

“I’m gone for two days and suddenly this is happening?” you gesture to Steve pushing a kid’s butt into the air vent.

“Yeah, it’s a long story” Robin chuckles and her eyes remain glued on the scene playing out in front of her.

After Steve and the boy, who introduces himself as Dustin, get down from the vent, the trio fills you in on what happened.

“You guys are crazy. Really? Russians in Hawkins? Why?” You cross your arms in disbelief. Do they really think you’re that gullible? Well, apparently you are.

“We don’t know, but we have to find out,” Dustin explains. You lean back, curiosity getting the best of you. Here goes nothing.

“Ok, I’m in. What’s the plan?” you lock eyes with Steve, sending him a small nod. That’s the moment the seed of doubt was planted in his mind. Deja vu flooded through his veins, making this body tingle. He had no idea how big this thing was. What is there really were evil Russians? What if people got hurt? What could he do to keep people safe? He wasn’t sure, but he knew he was willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you all made it out okay.

He kept his vow the best he could. When trapped in the elevator, he stayed up all night trying to find a way out. He lead the group around the base, making sure he was in front, the first line of defense. Seeing the guard in the communications room sent him into overdrive, charging and taking him out. He cleared as many obstacles as he could to leave a clear path for you all to follow. He did all he could until he was cornered.

The Russians banged on the door after chasing the group into a room. He screamed for the kids to run, to just go. In his efforts to save the kids he forgot about you and Robin beside him holding the door. It all happened so fast. The floorboard closed atop Dustin and the door behind him flew opened, pushing him, Robin, and you to the floor. That’s when time stood still. His breath hitched in this throat as his hands came up in surrender. The guards took you first, kicking and screaming in a last-ditch attempt to break free. When you turn to see your coworkers, tears streaming down your face, your gaze holds Steve’s in a vice grip. His heart shatters at the fear in your eyes and worse, the pleading. Before he can react, the metal door closes with a deafening thud.

He’s taken next, and the interrogation is hell. Yeah, the punches hurt, but they replaced the ache in his chest with another. He took it all he could until he couldn’t, succumbing to the pain. When he finally came back to, he hears Robin’s yelling and feels the vibrations from behind him. He only has the energy to stare at his lap, before he sees a yellow sneaker out of the corner of his eye. A familiar warmth fills his chest, the same one he felt anytime he saw them. They carried you throughout the store, often skipping or dancing to the beat of whatever song you had stuck in your head that day. He musters up whatever strength he has to follow the line of your body. There you are, eyes closed and body sprawled on the floor. Fear flashes through him until he sees your chest slowly rise and fall. You look unharmed, further comforting him. He didn’t fail. You were all still safe. The relief wasn’t long-lived, as a familiar fire made a home in Steve’s chest. He was going to fight tooth and nail to make sure you all made it out, he couldn’t lose anyone.

Erica and Dustin were able to rescue the three of you and get you out of the base. They sat you three in a movie while they got help. Steve and Robin went to get water while you stayed in the movie, too freaked out to leave. You rejoined the group when the movie was over, eager to leave Star Court. Your dreams were dashed when you saw the Russians checking the moviegoers. Steve’s first reaction is to grab your hand, dragging you out of your daze and away from the evil. You stumble over your own feet as you run, still not fully aware of what’s going on. It wasn’t until you saw their guns that the panic made its way to your legs, carrying you faster and closer to Steve. The five of you hide under the counter of Great Cookie, ragged breathing echoing in your ears. You wrap your arms around Steve’s bicep, clinging to him and burying your face in his shoulder, desperate for any comfort he can provide. You focus on his breathing, familiar scent of hairspray, vanilla and cologne, and the comforting heat of his skin. His free hand comes up to clutch your head, doing whatever he can to keep you close to him. The steps get closer and you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing for the worst. But it never comes. A loud honking and the crunching of metal filled the air instead of bullets. You lift your head to share a puzzled and relieved look with Steve. You take a moment to enjoy the closeness before turning to look above him, only to find find a group on the balcony. You recognize some of the faces, but not all.

While the drugs had worn off, you still felt like your head was whirling when you learned a girl flipped a car with her mind. The group obviously knew more than you did and you did your best to quickly absorb as much information as you could. In your whirlwind, you notice El stumble away from the group. You begin to follow her as she covers her ears.

“Hey, are you ok?” the second the question leaves your lips, she hits the floor. The group all turn their attention to her and you run to comfort her. You reach her first, kneeling beside her and fanning her face.

“My leg, my leg” she whimpers, pain evident in every muscle of her body. Someone unwraps the makeshift binding on her leg to reveal what looks to be an infected cut. Your suspicions are beyond confirmed when something begins moving under her skin. Training kicking in, you know what has to be done.

“Hey, someone grab a knife from the Chinese restaurant and heat it up to disinfect it. Grab something for her to bite. Get gloves too! Quick, please!” You do your best to remain calm for the girl, but need to relay the urgency everyone knows is needed. After seeing Jonathan run in the direction, you turn back to El.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine. You’re doing good. Just keep talking to us ok? Deep breaths.” She nods, sobbing as she waits for Jonathan to come back. You feel a hand on your back, turning to see Steve right behind you giving you a reassuring nod. He squats next to you, now putting his hands on your shoulders. It was like a chain of support, him for you, you for El. Jonathan comes back and does his best to get whatever it is out of her, but she insists on doing it herself. Everyone winces as they watch, you included, and you burry you head into Steve’s chest as he holds you close. You hear glass shatter and flinch closer into him. Everything’s silent for a moment, and you lift your head to see the chief of police, Mrs. Byer’s, and someone else. You look to Steve with bewilderment, and all he can do is shrug. He helps you up and the now larger group convenes. You’re mentally exhausted, once again finding yourself hanging off of Steve as you take everything in. You put together the pieces from the three groups and it makes just enough sense for you to follow along.

Once a plan was made, you see Robin eating out of the corner of your eye. You nudge Steve, a silent invitation to follow you. Robin throws you both something to have. You didn’t realize how hungry you were till you tucked in. It was the first moment of normalcy you’ve had in a while, and you savored every last second of it. It was just like the three of you in the breakroom, laughing, joking, being normal teens. Dustin runs over, excitedly holding car keys.

“Guess who got us a ride?” He beams. Steve gives him a puzzled look.

“Where are we going?”

“We have to go to the radio tower I set up. They need us to navigate them around the base to close the gate.”

“Okay, but what about El?” you question. She still looked to be in pretty bad shape, and you knew you were her best bet if her leg started causing her trouble again. A wound like that could easily reopen.

“They’re going back to Murry’s, and Hopper wants you to stay with El. Will told him about how you helped him that day in the mall, and he wants you to look after her. ” Dustin informs you. You nod,

“Ok, tell him I’ll go with her.” You say, Dustin nodding and running off the tell Hopper. Steve looks at you for a moment, realizing what you’re doing. For the first time in days, you won’t be at his side. He won’t be able to make sure you’re ok, and it scares him.

“Hey, don’t you think you should come with us?” he pleads, gently rubbing up and down your arm. You sigh, wanting so badly to give in and go with him, to follow him where ever he goes, but knowing you’re needed somewhere else.

“I’ll be ok. Don’t worry about me.” you send him a sympathetic smile, trying your best to convince him and yourself. Deep down you were terrified to be away from him, but you both had obligations now. You had but put your own interests aside and do what was best for the collective good.

“Promise?” Steve’s voice sounded as if it would break. In a spur of confidence, you cup his face in your hands.

“I promise, Steve.” There’s a gleam in your eyes, and Steve takes his hand from your arm and places it over yours.

Dustin returns, throwing the cars at Steve and basically dragging him away. Steve’s eyes stay on yours as you send a gentle wave to the group. You watch your friends until they round the corner, and sink into yourself. Your safety net was going to be driving far away, and taking your heart with it. You shake your head, clearing the thoughts like an etch a sketch. You make your way over to El, wrapping one of her arms around your neck as the group makes their way out of the mall. She groans and you can see she’s losing more blood.

“Hey, once we get in the car I’ll take another look at it, okay?” all she can do is nod. You situated the two of you in the back of the car and hear the engine sputter. You overhear Nancy and Jonathan say the ignition cable is missing. Before you know it Billy is revving his engine across the lot. You scrabble to get the kids out of the car and back into the mall. Once back inside, you lay El down and redress her wound. It’s not as bad as you thought it would be, but you know your efforts are helping. You reassure her that she’ll be fine and properly fixed up soon enough

In the distance you hear Mike calling to the “Scoops Troop”, and while in any other circumstance you would laugh at the name, you silently pray that they hear you and rescue you. While you were one who could normally save themselves, you were never trapped in a mall by a possessed Billy. Just as things were starting to look up, you notice Max and Mike looking up at something. Mike screams for his sister as the monster breaks through the mall ceiling. You grab Mike Max and El and hide under a food stand. You pull the three as close to you as possible and shut your eyes, a single tear streaming down your face.

From the radio tower, Steve can’t stop pacing. He knows that something’s wrong and it’s eating him alive. It’s like he has a sixth sense and it’s going haywire. His mind is going through every bad possibility. What if you got into a car accident on the way? What if the Russians were waiting at the secret safe house? What is none of this would work? He rakes his fingers through his hair in an effort to self-sooth. He looks to the mall and sees the lights flickering. He’s taken back that November night outside the Byer’s. Fear’s icy grip takes hold of his legs, freezing him in place. He hears Dustin to your group over the radio. After the first call goes unanswered he’s on edge. After the second he’s panicking. After the third is answered with a monster’s screeching, he’s near hysterics. Before his mind can keep up with his legs, he’s running down the hill. He had to get you guys out of there. He barely hears Robin’s labored breathing behind him as they both scramble to the car. A fire is burning inside him and he was prepared to fight like hell.

In the mall, you’re shaking, holding onto the kids like your life depended on it. You barely knew them but felt a responsibility to protect them. Mike wiggles out of your grip to peer over the stand. He hatches an escape plan to go up the stairs. Max reminds him that El is in no condition to do that, to which you nod and agree. That’s when you remember the way through the Gap. The four of you make a mad dash, you clutching El and giving her quiet reinforcement as she hobbles. Someone knocks something over in your haste, alerting the monster to your location. You once again scamble the kids under a counter and shield them with your body. The mind flayer gets distracted, and you guide the kids from the store.

As Steve turns into the Star Court parking lot, his adrenaline is thumping in his ears. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but Nancy shooting at a car charging at her full speed was not it. His knuckles turn white as he grips the wheel, speeding full force into the other car, causing both to spin out. He catches his breath, looking over to make sure Robin is ok. He lifts his eyes to see the Mind Flayer crawl along the mall roof. Nancy pulls up next to them, telling them to get in. For once he wanted things to slow down, but they’re being chased by the fleshy monster. As soon as it turns around, he thinks to take survey of the car. When he sees fewer people than he’s expecting, he’s near tears.

“Where are the others?” His voice is barely above a whisper, as if he doesn’t want anyone to hear and confirm his worst fear.

“Where are the others?” Robin echos his question, but loud enough for the whole car to hear. All Jonathan and Nancy can do is exchange concerned looks. Steve’s hands fly to his hair, unable to process what is going on. You’re not there, which means you’re back in the mall with that thing and Billy.

“Drive!” He screams, unable to do anything else. Words echo in his head “That’s right! Run away Stevie boy! Run away! Just like you always do! That’s right Harrington!

Run away!”

He wasn’t gonna run away this time.

“You’ve got this El. You’re so strong, you’re such a fighter.” You reassure her as the four of you make your way out of the mall. Just as the cool night air hit you, you see Billy emerge from his car.

“Shit” you whisper, directing the kids back into StarCourt. You follow close behind, acting as a buffer between them and Billy. Mike finds an elevator and desperately tries to push the buttons to get you away from your stalker. You hear the metal door open and know he’s right behind you. Before you can do anything, Max tries to talk to him, but he slams her against the wall. He turns his attention to you, Mike, and El. You push the two behind you, trying in vain to hide them from him.

“Billy. Please. They’re just kids. Please don’t do this.” He stares straight into your eyes and yet past you. Next thing you know he grabs your head and throws you into the wall.

As soon as the car stops outside the mall, Steve charges in as quickly as he can. He’s got tunnel vision and finds himself on the balcony with Robin and the fireworks. He looks down just in time to see you run out of scoops. You stop a moment and look up, locking eyes with Steve. A shiver runs down his spine. You avert your gaze to El laying on the floor, motionless and seemingly unaware of the huge monster crawling toward her. You rush to her side in an attempt to pull her away, but Billy intercepts you.

It was a routine fight that started like many others

Steve grabs a firework and throws it as hard as he can, hitting the flesh monster and making it cry out in pain. He’s doing everything in his power to distract Billy and the Mind Flayer. The fire inside him burning so hot he can feel in on his skin.

The bad guy had taken Spider-Man’s girlfriend and put her in the middle of the fight to slow Spider-Man’s attacks and distract him.

Billy grabs you by the neck, lifting you into the air, choking you. You kick at him and scratch at his hands, tear streaming down your face. You give breathless pleas, but know it’s no use. His grip is too strong. He won’t stop

Spider-Man shot a web in a desperate attempt to save her.

“ROBIN! I NEED MORE!” Steve held his hand back, awaiting the reload of him ammunition. He was gonna hit that son of a bitch with everything he had. The now-familiar weight fell into his hand, and he launched the firework through the air. He swore he threw his arm out but he didn’t care. He was gonna fight harder than anyone. The fire had made its way to his eyes, burning so hot tears streamed down his face. He saw the monster flinch. It was working, it would all be over soon. His arm hurt so much but he wouldn’t stop

Despite his efforts, a deafening snap was heard, dashing all hopes of her survival.

Billy mirrored the monster’s pain, twitching with each impact from the fireworks. He let go of you. You fell to the ground with a deafening thump. Steve felt his entire body go numb. A heartwrenching scream raked through his body. It was a cry that could make anyone grasp their chest as if the pain shot like shards through the air.

Good had lost. Peter lost his first true love. Gwen was gone despite it all.

From somewhere behind him he hears Robin over the radio tell Dustin they’re out of time. Boy, ain’t that the truth. He closes his eyes and remembers. Remember the first time you met, and hand coming to feel the bump on his nose. He remembers how alive you were, always singing to songs stuck in your head, helping others, doodling on your yellow shoes. The kind glances you’d give, quick remarks he’d counter, the way you made him feel. He felt the fire inside die, replaced by a glowing ember. The glow you’d carried now living in him.

Robin nudges him and he looks down, only to see the monster attacking Billy. Any trace of anger or a revenge plot melting away at the sight. No one deserves that pain, not even Billy. Suddenly the monster begins to flail, Steve and Robin stumbling back from the rail as it falls into it. The pair jump back to their feet and peer below. A fire burns, scorching the monster’s motionless body. Mike rushes to El, wrapping her in his arm. Max stumbles to Billy, sobbing over him. Before Robin can stop him, Steve is rushing down the escalators to you. His feet can’t carry him fast enough, so he slides down the center. When he reaches you, he collapses to his knees. Steve cradles you in his arms, sobbing into your hair. His hand supports the back of your head, holding you close to his heart.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry” he repeats, placing kisses on your head.

“I tried, I tried. I fought as hard as I could”

He’s rocking back and forth, trying to soothe himself and you. He screws his eyes shut, taking you in one last time

“Steve?” the voice was barely audible. Steve almost didn’t hear it

The voice comes again, groan follows, then a cough. He carefully moves your head from his chest and it met with the kind eyes he loved looking back at him. A sob crawled its way out his body as you smiled at him. A reassuring smile. You place a hand on his cheek, and he quickly pulls it to his mouth, planting a kiss on your palm.

“I thought I lost you” his voice coming across breathless in his startled state. There’s a moment of silence where you’re searching each other’s faces. Something washes over you, but this time you’re sure of what it is. You see his worry and distress and can’t help but feel sorry for the pain you caused him.

“You can’t get rid of me that easily” you grin, you words causing a choked chuckle and tears to flow from Steve. He pulls you close again, fully sobbing into your hair. You wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace. He savors the feeling.

Good had won. Steve saved his true love. You were here despite it all.

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mistymark · 5 years ago

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The one with superpowers

oh fuck here we go why would you bring this up this is a concept ive been obsessed with but I havent explored it yet but I already love it kdufhgkehg

[3k words each, fic series] nct dream x reader, high school!au, superhero!au

in which nct dream have superpowers, and its kind of a big deal. so this would be set in a world where no one else has superpowers - how did they get them? we dont know; rogue camping trip, trip to space, struck by lightning (all six of them, together?), all bitten by different radioactive insects, who knows who cares. either way, they have superpowers, and yeah they dont exactly go and fight crime every day (maybe on weekends if they've finished all their homework) but they try and do their bit to make the world a better place. this would be a series in which each member has their own love story, too, I-

hyuck is able to read minds - and he uses its ineffectiveness as an excuse to get out of fighting crime with the rest of them because “what am I going to do? recite their kinks until they just TELL me where the stolen car is?” - but he also uses it to tease his classmate, y/n, about her own thoughts. of course, hes actually a good guy so it differs from “I know you think its hot when I clench my jaw” to “stop stressing about the final, I know you studied really hard so just relax, please.” when y/n finds out, its because theyre studying together and he suddenly blurts out that she's thinking way too much and stressing way too much that its making him stressed, but she knows hes not just being annoying by saying “yoUrE tHinKing ToO LouD” so he actually tells her. she makes him recite word for word what shes thinking to clarity though. (theres probably a few times when y/n has obviously thought that hes very attractive, but donghyuck thinks shes talking about one his friends because theyre together, and cue a lil bit of jealous hyuck.)

jaemin can control the weather, slightly. he cant conjure up storms or lightning or drastically change weather patterns (well he can, but he shouldn't) but he does have a habit of creating little black clouds around his friends heads at games night when renjun gets particularly angry with him. his emotions do have an effect on his abilities; when hes in a good mood, the sun shines brighter or its a little warmer, or when hes in a bad mood, it might drizzle lightly or the sun will disappear behind some clouds. his friend and crush!y/n has agreed to go on a date with him, and his abilities get exposed when she grabs his hand for the first time, interlocking their hands. the lightning that cascades quickly down their joined hands and the lightning that suddenly appears from nowhere kind of clue y/n in that Something Here Is Weird. hes confesses that he can control the weather and, to prove it, creates a little snow cloud above their heads to snow on them as they share their first kiss omg im soft

jeno has super speed AND super strength. not ridiculous amounts - he can barely lift the back of a car 10cm - but hes notably faster than everyone else. hes an amazing athlete, and uses his abilities at home and around his friends a lot, but otherwise is very subtle. complains that the rest of the world is a little too slow for him and completes tests extremely fast, which, of course, pisses off goody two shoes and neighbour!y/n because she KNOWS he was playing basketball with his friends all of last night and NOT studying. she does a little immoral spying and sees him move faster than anyone should be capable of moving, and confronts him about it. (he likes her because he feels like shes the one person who can keep up with him. this isnt relevant bc we havent gotten into the love story aspect yet but hoo damn thats a good line.)

renjun has the ability to turn see things before they happen. the ability is kind of useless because half the time theyre either things that will happen in less than a minute or so vague that he can’t even interpret what is going on, but he has the ability. some sort of instinct kicks in when hes fighting or high on adrenaline, which makes him a pretty good opponent, so hes on the martial arts team at school. he meets stranger!y/n on the street when he swiftly grabs an umbrella and holds it over her head to prevent a bird pooping on her, and they hit it off. they exchange numbers and text for a while, and they develop feelings for one another (though they both think its unrequited). a few times, renjun has let slip a few things that will happen while theyre talking, and y/n is suspicious because all his predictions come true. until, a martial arts competition brings them face to face again, where y/n and renjun are opponents. the first two rounds are easy for renjun because hes always able to preempt her attacks, but she seems to catch on, and he becomes unsure whether to let her win and risk losing his streak and medal, or defeat her and risk exposing himself.

chenle has the ability of teleportation, which would be awesome if he could actually use it. since he cant know for sure if there will be someone at the other end who could see him, hes basically only able to use his abilities at home or when hes with his friends. (he cant even use it to travel because he has to envision the place clearly in his mind to go there, or be within sight of the place.) shy!y/n accidentally discovers his secret when he appears literally out of nowhere while his parents are away and shes housesitting - shes there once a day for 15 minutes to water the plants and bring in the mail yet the one time he forgets a book at home before school and teleports there, shes there. she keeps his secret for him.

jisung has the ability to turn invisible. he actually uses this ability a lot, and subconsciously turns invisible when hes shy. as long as hes careful the disappearance isnt sudden, he can do it pretty much any time of the day. his crush!y/n asks him if he wants to come over to watch a movie they'd been talking about, and when he does, he trips on the rug in front of her couch, landing practically on top of her. hes so embarrassed he turns invisible, and y/n is so frightened she doesn’t know what to do. when he explains, though, she becomes used to it, and they use the ability to mess with his friends and teachers during school.

#;; title a fic for me #;; asks

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smileyjaeminies · 5 years ago

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Protect Them All.

Synopsis: Mark watches over his friends in a crime ridden New York City. What happens when his most guarded secret is found out?

Word Count: 2,7 k

Genre: Spiderman au!

Warnings: Fighting, violence

Member: Mark, ft all the Dreamies

A/N: Hey guys! I’m back after what felt like an eternity. I hope this work makes up for it though. It is so precious to me that I managed to put together two of my favorite things, Dream and Spiderman. I hope you guys can enjoy this work as much as I do.

Part one, part two

Mark was sitting on a rooftop at sundown. He stopped momentarily to admire the scenery before him, a view that never failed to overwhelm him. As the last rays of sunlight cast their light upon New York City, only for the cover of darkness to take their place, it felt as if a hand twisted at Mark’s heart.

After being bitten by a radioactive spider his life had completely turned upside down. Harnessing his powers and realizing just what his late uncle had meant with the words “With great power comes great responsibility”, Mark had to balance two worlds: Mark Lee, the high school senior, and Spiderman, fighting off crime from the streets of New York.

His main concern of course was his Aunt, May who should never find out about it all. Then it was his six best friends, all so different but all so dear to him. Four of them were juniors, Donghyuck, Jeno, Renjun and Jaemin. One a sophomore, Chenle and then, their youngest, only a freshman, Jisung.

Mark had managed to memorize all of their schedules and did his absolute best to trail them while they returned home at night. First to leave for home was Donghyuck, returning from his singing classes. Once Donghyuck gets home, he has just enough time to make it to Renjun, returning from his art class.

He usually catches Chenle and Jeno halfway through their way home from their basketball practice. Thankfully, that is really close by to Jaemin and Jisung’s dance practice. That leaves Aunt May, returning from work only a few blocks away from their apartment.

He has been watching over his loved ones for months now with no incidents. He has stepped in in small fights, he has helped a woman to go home safely. He fights whenever he deems it necessary, he avoids being seen or making a scene. He helps with what he has and he tries his best.

He works on his schoolwork when he can, but that is not always easy. His grades are decent, but nothing like Renjun’s. Still, he does his best for his Aunt.

Darkness engulfs him while he is lost in his thoughts.

“Well, time to go to work!” he thinks to himself and gets up.

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Mark is sitting in Calculus, looking down at a test full of equations he is supposed to know how to solve. He can’t help but stare at it with a blank look on his face. He had no time to go over the material the previous evening and he is so lost. He considers asking the teacher for help but he couldn’t even start asking questions.

He takes a deep breath. “You can do this” he murmurs to himself. “You’re Spiderman” his subconscious adds.

He picks up his pencil, trying to do the best he can. Before he can finish the entire thing, the bell rings.

“Okay everyone!” the teacher exclaims loudly, “Turn in your tests on your way out, please”

Mark looks down at his answers and can’t help but feel disappointed in himself. He makes a mental note to try harder in this particular lesson so he can make up, maybe he could ask that really smart girl in his class for help.

He gets up and turns in his work feeling almost defeated. He walks out of the door and nearly loses his balance as a huge weight jumps on him.

“I see you took your sweet time in there” Donghyuck proclaims, energetic as always.

“How was it Mark? Better or worse than you thought?” Jisung asks.

“Worse. Definitely worse. That was a bloodbath” Mark says as they make their way to the courtyard.

“Hey, it can’t be that bad! I’m sure you’ll make up for it.” Jeno says.

“I agree. Besides, it can’t be easy, with your internship and all. I mean, balancing everything must be super rough.” Renjun says.

Right. The internship. The biggest lie Mark has ever said. He hated it, he hated it with a burning passion, lying to the people that mattered the most to him. But he had to lie. To protect them.

After all, it’s not like he could walk in one day and simply say “Hey guys, guess what, I’m Spiderman!” No, it didn’t work that way. He couldn’t just put the weight of this huge secret on their shoulders.

So he kept quiet. He had to.

After the talk of his test ended, other topics took its place like the upcoming basketball game for Chenle and Jeno, Renjun’s current work in progress and Jaemin’s upcoming Bio exam.

The conversation flowed easily between the friend group, as it always had. When a heated argument broke out between Donghyuck and Chenle about what game console was better, Jaemin leaned in to talk to Mark.

“What’s on your mind?” Jaemin whispered. “And don’t tell me it’s about the test because I know you better than that. Something has been bothering you, I can see it”

Mark tried to fight the urge to tell him everything. He gulped the true explanation down and answered just as quietly.

“It’s just been everything I guess. Like Renjun said, it isn’t easy to balance everything. I think it’s just that some days it gets harder than others.” It was half the truth, but it would have to do.

“I get it, I really do. But, Mark, maybe you should give up the internship. Maybe it’s just not your thing, maybe it’s not the right time. I’m not sure it’s doing you any good.” He replies.

Mark had to smile. Of course Jaemin would be worried. That’s just… Jaemin. He tried his best to reassure him.

“Thank you Jaems, I’ll keep that in mind” he smiled at his friend.

“Mark! Back me up here! The Switch is so superior!” Donghyuck turned at him.

“Oh no, do not drag me into this. Besides, you know I suck at any video game we play, how am I supposed to have an opinion?” He asked and the group laughed at him.

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Mark was getting worried. Donghyuck seemed to move very quickly, which made it even more difficult to trail him without being obvious. He lurked in the shadows or the rooftops of the buildings and followed his best friend on the way home.

Then, as it was bound to happen one day, trouble found Donghyuck. He was trying to take a shortcut home, so he turned in an alley which was… occupied.

Two men, clad in black were discussing in low voices, heads close together. It was a heated discussion filled with tension. Donghyuck was frozen in the entrance of the alley. He had to act quickly, but what would he do? Walk by them as if nothing is happening? Turn around on his heels and pretend he saw nothing?

Mark chose that moment of hesitation from Donghyuck to jump down in front of the two men. They were clearly dealing something, probably drugs, but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that Donghyuck was okay.

“Gentlemen, good evening” he said, his voice muffled by the mask and also slightly changed so Donhyuck wouldn’t recognize him.

He saw both the men’s hands twitch towards their back.

“Shit. They have guns” Mark thought. He wasn’t equipped for this.

He gave them no time to react, swiftly throwing some web in the face of the man closest to him, he then grabbed him by his shoulders and throwed him in the direction of the other man. The men, losing their balance fell down. He gave punches wherever he could land them, in the man’s face, his jaw, his stomach.

He throw some web in the second man’s hands, then his feet to keep him still. The first man then started to get up, taking the web off of his face. Mark crouched down, kicking his feet from under him and punching him once more, square on the jaw this time.

“Donghyuck!” he hollered, “You need to go!”

Donghyuck was still standing in the entrance of the alley, watching the scene unfold. His eyes darted from the two unconscious men to Mark. He collected himself and darted through the alley.

“His house is only two blocks away. He is going to be okay” Mark told himself.

He needed to sort this out before leaving.

He pushed the two men towards the wall of the alley, casting his web to keep them there. He threw some extra web in their mouths to keep them from shouting.

Mark searched their pockets to find what they were dealing. It was cocaine. He felt disgusted that people would use this, that they would ruin their lives for just a couple grams. He felt even more disgusted at the people selling it.

He lifted his mask enough for his mouth to be out of it, and called the police from his burner phone. The coat of web on them would hold until the police came. It was time to check on Donghyuck.

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He quickly arrived at Donghyuck’s apartment. He ran up the stairs and banged on the door. His mother answered the door.

“Hi Mark!” she greeted him happily.

“Hello Mrs. Lee. Is Hyuck home?” he asked.

“Oh no dear, he was just here, dropped off some things and headed right back out. You know Donghyuck, I could never know what he’s up to” She answered him with a light laugh.

Mark started to panic. Where did he go? He tried not to show his feelings.

“Thank you Mrs. Lee, now I remember where he is! He said he’ll go see Jeno and Chenle’s practice! I will tell him to come straight home when I find him!” he told her. She said something in return but Mark was already rushing down the stairs.

Mark just had the thought to check his phone. He always had it on silent, something the others always whined about and he tried to justify with his “intership”. Just as he opened his phone he saw a message from Donghyuck.

Hyuckie

I’m at The Corner. Come as soon as you get this.

Mark noticed the message was sent to him and not to their groupchat which helped him breathe better again.

The Corner as they called it was an old, almost abandoned building. It was pretty run down, so it didn’t feel like trespassing when they were there. Mark was pretty sure someone owned it though, someone had to. It was really close to all of the guys homes, so they made it their own hiding spot a little while after the group was formed. Jisung and Chenle absolutely loved it, they were the ones who found it. They had done their best to fix the interior but the lack of electricity made it harder.

Mark made his way to The Corner and tried to gather his thoughts. When he arrived, he still hadn’t managed to stop his racing mind but he would do his best to keep his mouth shut.

He walked in and saw Donghyuck immediately, on a broken down green couch Jaemin and Jeno had “saved” from the garbage truck. He had his head in his hands, his foot tapping against the wooden floor.

Marks footsteps echoed and made the wood creak under him. That grabbed Donghyuck’s attention, making him whip his head up and turn to face his best friend.

“Hey Hyuck.” Mark said slowly. “I got your message. What’s up?”

Donghyuck sat there and looked at him for a minute before saying anything.

“Fuck you. You “what’s up?” me? Me of all people? I mean if it was Jisung sure keep putting on your stupid act but me? I know you better than anyone Mark you can’t keep bullshitting me. Not after I just caught you red handed.” His voice was getting louder as he was getting angrier.

Mark had to. He had to keep lying to him, as much as he hated it. He tried to keep a straight face as he answered.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. What happened?”

“Like hell you do! You just caught two thugs selling I don’t even know what a few blocks from my house! And they had guns! Guns Mark! How are you equipped to take care of situations like this? You’re still in high school for fuck’s sake.”

“Hyuck what the hell are you talking about? Who do you think I am?” he asked. Apparently, that was the wrong question.

“FUCKING SPIDER-MAN THAT’S WHO. Don’t even try to deny it. Renjun and I have known for a while. Well, we suspected it. Renjun is the smartest in our group and I’m, well… Me. But I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to think that you would keep a secret like this from us, from me. I’m supposed to be your best friend God damn it.”

Mark needed a minute to recollect himself after that. Renjun knew? And he didn’t mention it? That could mean that Jeno and Jaemin couldn’t be far from the truth either. He had to make a decision right then and there, to come clean or to keep his act together.

That decision however, had already been taken for him.

“Even if I were Spider-man, which I am not” Donghyuck shot him an angry glare at that. “Don’t you see why I wouldn’t tell you? You would be bait for any thug, any gang I opposed to. They could use you to get to me.”

“You just called my name in front of those guys! Don’t you think they gathered that I was someone you cared about?”

Mark was frozen. Did he really make such a rookie mistake? Was he that fucking stupid? Donghuck saw the distraught on Mark’s face and changed his stance immediately.

“You didn’t know.” He said in a low voice.

Mark shook his head. He had to sit down. He made his way to the couch and slouched down. His mind was racing again. A headache was soon approaching, he could feel it.

“I’m sorry for pressuring you. I know it’s hard on you, watching over us all the time.” Donghyuck said, sitting down next to him.

Mark looked at him. That was his best friend. He had saved his life tonight. He cursed at the universe for making him do this, he hated the lies, he hated everything but he had to continue. Always.

“I need to go” he announced getting up and walking out.

It had started to rain. Great. He had no umbrella, but at least the weather matched his feelings. He put his head down and started walking. He had to walk his Aunt home as well so he had to hurry.

A hand at his shoulder stopped him. He spun around, seeing Donghyuck in front of him, also drenched in the rain.

“What are you doing? You’re gonna catch pneumonia!” Mark shouted at the younger boy.

Donghyuck just shook his head.

“If you don’t want me to tell I won’t. I’ll make Renjun stop having doubts, I’ll help you find better excuses. I can help you Mark. Just please, you have to let me in. You can’t do this on your own.”

Mark was at a loss for words. Donghyuck had always been there for him. Always. And now this. It was true, he couldn’t do it on his own. He hugged the younger boy, crashing him to his chest. The rain was still pouring over them, but none of them cared. Donghyuck sighed into the hug, hugging him back with just as much strength.

It almost brought tears to Mark’s eyes. But they had to go.

“Let’s get you home” he said, breaking the hug.

“I have questions” Donghyuck answered with no hesitation.

Mark sighed. Of course.

“One question at a time, Hyuck. And only until I get you home.” He said.

Donghyuck smiled and wasted no time.

#mark #mark lee #lee mark #spiderman au #lee donghyuck #huang renjun #lee jeno #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung #nct #nct dream #dreamies #ot7 dream #masterlist #alex writes #alex

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vixxpirational · 7 years ago

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Stranger Danger (AU) | Part 2 of ?

Inspiration: The need to write and my lack of ability to actually do it in a timely manner Group: Taehyung/BTS (and some other lovely lady but you don’t know who she is yet. Imagine all the sexy noonas). Warning: Blood lust Words: 3637

Taehyung wakes up but things have drastically changed

Taehyung woke without his shirt and curled on the cold pavement. He was sweating, his body on fire; everything seemed to radiate from his chest. He rolled onto his back with a low moan, his body sore and screaming for him to be still. Even his eyelids felt stiff as he blinked them open slowly.

The full moon was high in the black canvas of night and, for some reason, that registered in Taehyung’s mind that it must be a little after three in the morning. The last he remembered, it was about ten o’clock when he had settled down in the graveyard to work.

The graveyard.

He sat up, too quickly, his head spinning, his stomach lurching. He looked around. His canvas was still blank and intact, his pencil had rolled in the dewey grass. His toolbox of brushes, paints, charcoal, his life was untouched. His shirt was folded neatly beside him, a small note pinned to it. The writing was neat, cute, feminine.

Thanks for a good time. See you soon, handsome.

“What the fuck is this?” he mumbled as he stared at the pretty lettering. Whoever it was would need to learn the that even the smallest prick into his expensive clothing was unacceptable. He carefully removed the safety pin and note, setting it on the canvas so that he could shrug his shirt back on. He didn’t remember taking it off in the first place.

He didn’t notice the marks on his chest.

He reached for his phone next, swiping through the notifications. He stopped at the fourteen missed calls from his roommate and frantic texts of “where are you” and “are you okay” and “if you’re dead, i’ll bring you back to life so i can kill you again.”

A cold wind swirled the fallen leaves around the trimmed lawn and headstones. It was a wind that should have sent a nauseating chill to Taehyung’s bones, but it felt more like a gentle, warm beach breeze. The thought was pushed from his mind as he remembered the woman, her plump breasts and flawless legs, her tempting eyes and sexy smell. His crotch immediately began to swell and he groaned. His chest still hurt.

His phone buzzed with another text. “if you don’t answer in the next five minutes i will call the cops.”

He rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile. Jimin had a knack for being dramatic, but he meant well. Taehyung went into Jimin’s contact, saved as Chimichanga, and pressed his phone to his ear. For sitting in the cold for so long, it should not have felt warm against his skin.

“You’re alive?”

“I’m calling from beyond the grave—” Taehyung started.

“Fuck you, Taehyung.”

“—to let you know you cannot have my Gucci collection.”

“Prick.” The relief in Jimin’s voice eased the pain radiating from Taehyung’s chest.

“Why are you worrying so much? You know how I get when I work.”

“How often do you paint in a graveyard?”

Taehyung laughed. “Good point. I may have dozed off a bit. I’m packing up now.”

“Can I still call the cops? You’re technically trespassing.”

“Sure.” Taehyung reached for his pencil and tucked it over his other ear. “I’ll make sure that I use your car as collateral on my bail money.”

“Prick.” Jimin’s soft giggle was soothing even after he cut the call off.

Taehyung gathered his things, and stood up. He had mastered the delicate balance of carrying too many art supplies in his arms, making it look easier than it actually was. Everything didn’t feel quite as heavy as normal. His chest still ached, but he ignored it as he loaded his truck and drove back to his dorm.

Jimin was hunched over his desk, anatomy book propped open to the a diagram of the cardiovascular system. Lines of red and blue curved and twisted inside of a grey silhouette of the human body. Taehyung’s mouth began to water as his tired eyes followed the arteries in the thighs, arms, neck. Sinking his teeth in would give the most blood, the loudest screams of pain.

“You okay?” Jimin’s voice pulled Taehyung back. He nodded and set his stuff on his bed. “You look like shit. You’re pale and clammy. Are you getting sick?”

“Don’t ‘doctor’ me, Chim,” Taehyung snapped. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so irritable. Maybe he was hungry? His stomach felt empty and his chest was still hurting.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m not feeling myself, I guess.”

“What’s wrong?” Jimin made his way over. He felt Taehyung’s forehead and frowned. He massaged Taehyung’s neck and something set his lips deeper. He pressed two fingers to the vein in Taehyung’s wrist, his eyes darting to his watch, and counted before stepping back.

“What? What is it?”

“You’re dead cold to the touch and your heart rate is dangerously low. How did you drive here? How are you even standing?”

“Dangerously low?” Taehyung rolled his eyes and pulled his shirt off and tossed it to his hamper. Jimin gasped.

“What is that?”

“What is what?” He looked down. His chest had been on fire since the moment he opened his eyes in the graveyard, but now he understood why. There were marks in an oval pattern on his chest that looked like the imprint of human teeth. Where the canines should have been were two wounds deep enough that even Taehyung knew there should have been a pool of blood around him when he had woken up. There was a deep red lipstick kiss in the middle.

“You’re going to the hospital.”

“No. I'm going to is my bed.”

“You could have died with where that’s located. How deep is th—”

“Jimin, I’m alive. Can I just sleep?”

“What happened?”

“Paint brush accident?”

“Very funny. If I let you sleep now, even against my better judgement, will you go to the hospital in the morning?”

“I’ll consider it.” Taehyung’s face twisted in exaggerated irritation as he stripped out of his jeans and into basketball shorts. He cleared off his bed, setting his supplies on his desk and situated his canvas on the easel. He climbed up onto his bunked bed, settling down for a hard, restless sleep.

He slept through his first alarm to shower. His second alarm woke him but only enough to remind him he had class in forty-five minutes. He turned it off, the effort to reach for his phone making him moan. He felt like his arms were ten times heavier than normal. His mind was hazy. His stomach rumbled in hunger. His chest wasn’t hurting anymore.

He sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes. It was too warm in his room. He scratched the back of his head and yawned, forcing his legs over the edge of his bed. He slide down his lofted bed and fumbled to reach for his lamp. His hand caught the line of sun peeking through the curtains as he did and it burned as if someone were holding a lighter against his skin. He jumped back and cursed, hand yanking on the cord of the lamp and pulling off his desk. It felt to the floor, the light bulb shattering.

He didn’t care about the racket as he stared at the burn on his hand. He watched the skin knit together and heal at an ungodly, scarless speed.

“You can’t do anything gracefully, can you?” Jimin whined from his pile of blankets. Taehyung looked up and smiled.

“Just burned myself. Sorry. Go back to sleep.” His roommate sat up slowly, strong arms stretching above his head.

“How’d you burn yourself?” he asked, voice strained in a yawn. “You literally just woke up.”

“The sun.”

Jimin tilted his head, tired eyes narrowed in a threat Taehyung was all too familiar with. He had learned to hold the sarcasm until after breakfast because of that look.

“I’m not kidding, Jimin. I watched it on my hand disappear too.”

“You’ve sniffed too much paint.” Jimin hopped down from his bed, landing with athletic precision that Taehyung had always been envious of. He held out his hand, fingers wiggling, the all-too-familiar gesture of give me your hand and shut the fuck up because I know more than you.

“Your fingers are really cold. You still look pale.” Jimin moved his hands to Taehyung’s neck, fingers pressed to his jugular. “Your heartbeat is really slow still. How you’re functioning is a miracle.” His eyes darted down. “That’s already healed. It’s just a scar. Were you bitten by a radioactive spider?”

“I’m going to class.”

“No, you’re going to the hospital, remember?”

“Jimin, I’m swear I’m fine. And Peter Parker still went to class after he was bitten by a spider. Why can’t I?” Taehyung brushed passed his roommate to go to his wardrobe. His left foot stepped into the line of sunlight on the floor and he howled, falling back into the shadows. He watched his skin sizzle for a moment before going back to normal.

“What the fuck—”

“Can you develop a severe allergy to the sun overnight?” Taehyung asked, looking up at Jimin and unable to hide the fear this time.

Jimin stared at his roommate for a moment and shook his head before walking out of the dorm, leaving Taehyung confused and cowering under his desk.

Taehyung watched as the lines of sunlight moved across the floor of his dorm room. His stomach rumbled with hunger and he felt light-headed, irritable, scared. His throat was dry and scratchy; he had never felt so thirsty. He didn’t know what was happening to him or why Jimin just left him, but he was too afraid to know why at this point. It wasn’t until the two-in-the-afternoon sun finally left his room in completely in shadows that he finally climbed out, stretching his stiff limbs. He reached for his phone and climbed back onto his bed, reading through his messages.

NamJOON of Doom

you weren’t in class today? it was nice not having you answer all the questions. got to prove i’m actually the smart one. :P jimin said you weren’t feeling well, though. hope you get better soon, man. :( if you need anything, let me know. <3

JungSoup

did u finish the fear painting assignment thing for tommorrow? mine is shit so im gunna reserve a studio for tonite if u wanna join me. u know how creepy they are at night. nvm jimin hyung told me ur sick pls dont come and make me sick ur prolly jus hungover arent u hyung pls come cuz i dont wanna be alone with the studio ghost

Moldy Suga

you missed class. don’t die pls

He could feel the weight of everything lifting just a bit as he filtered through his friends’ messages. Everything felt almost normal. Even with Jimin’s reminder that something didn’t make sense, he found a way to find relief.

Chimichanga

sorry to bolt like i did. i’m going to help you figure this out. i know how to help. sit tight and stay out of the sun. if you’re going to die it’s going to be on my operation table and it will look like an accident ;) no way the sun is going to get you first

Everything faded away when he got to the next text.

Unknown Number

Meet me in the graveyard tonight. Our spot. You know the one. 11 o’clock. I will explain everything to you, handsome.

The woman from the night before came to mind, her perfect, alluring body; her smokey feline eyes; her soft, sultry voice. His hand pressed against his chest, fingering over the two scars on his chest and the faded red kiss mark.

He knew she was the reason this was happening but he wanted her back, wanted to be around her, learn from her. He felt drawn to her, connected in unexplainable ways.

Taehyung jumped when he heard doorknob rattle, cowering under the blankets on his bed. He didn’t understand why he was so jumpy.

“Jimin?”

His roommate walked in followed by a small, mature looking woman with short, blonde hair.

“Taehyung, this is my cousin, Choa. This is my dumbass roommate that got himself bitten by a vampire.”

“Vampire?” Taehyung asked. The other two ignored him.

“I’ve heard a lot more about you than just that, I promise,” she said with a friendly smile. Her presence was far more nurturing than Taehyung expected. She bowed to him before she made her way over to his desk. She delicately moved his toolbox to the side, setting her purse down.

“Jimin, what’s going—”

“She’s going to help, Taehyung.”

“How?” he asked as he watched the woman pull the largest bottle of sunscreen he’d ever seen from her bag.

“Doctors run in the family, but I am the black sheep that has her master’s in paranormal studies. I know more about your physiology now than future-doctor-conformist over here.” She pulled at hat out with rounded bill out of her bag.

“When you’re old and having heart problems from sleeping in haunted buildings your entire life, who will you go to?”

“Don’t trust him,” Taehyung said with a grin, sliding off his bed and landing on his feet with grace he’s never had before. Something about her presence was making him feel relaxed. “He’s always telling me that he’s going to make my surgical death look like an accident.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as Choa snickered. “He’ll have a hard time of that now, won’t he,” she said, patting his shoulder. She was much smaller up close. Taehyung could hear her heart beating. She smelled metallic and warm, making his mouth water and his throat ache.

“What’s happening to his eyes?”

“He’s hungry, Jimin. Why do you think I asked you to steal blood from my dad’s clinic on the way back?”

“Oh, right. I left the cooler in the car. Please don’t eat my cousin while I’m gone, Taehyung.”

He blinked and turned to look at Jimin, his head spinning. He hadn’t heard anything his roommate had said.

“What’s happening to me?” Taehyung asked as he watched Jimin leave their room. Choa reached up to touch his cheek and he could feel the blood pulsing in her palm. His eyes rolled closed and he took a deep breath. She smelled so… delicious.

“You need to eat, sweetie. Jimin will be back with something that will help settle your stomach. That will help with your anxiety.”

Taehyung nodded and leaned against his desk. She smiled and reached for his hand. She felt for his pulse in his wrist before feeling again in flat of his elbow, then at his neck. The closer she came to him, the more he could hear the sound of heart beating. He knew it was hers. She smelled delicious.

The sound of Jimin barreling back into the dorm room pulled Taehyung back.

“Do you know who turned you, Taehyung?” Choa asked softly as Jimin set a cooler next to her. She opened it up and pulled a plastic bag out, red liquid sloshing in it. She handed it to Taehyung.

“I remember her, but I never met her until last night,” he said as he stared at the bag. There was a cap on it where the line, connected to a needle, had carried their blood in. The small twinge of guilt was a flicker on his conscious compared the rumble in Taehyung’s stomach. He opened the cap and brought it to his lips, squeezing gently as if he were drinking from a juice box.

Taehyung had never tasted anything more delicious in his life. It was cold, but it didn’t matter the temperature when he could himself going back to normal with every luxurious swallow.

“Conversions aren’t very common anymore, right, unless there is a direct threat to the current population,” Jimin said, looking at his cousin. “Is there anything that you’re aware of going on?”

Choa shrugged. “I heard something about animal attacks, but that was on the other side of the country. The images I saw definitely didn’t come from an animal, though. I do have a connection with the local coven but they haven’t mentioned anything to me.”

“What does that mean?” Taehyung asked.

“It could mean anything, kiddo. I’ll keep in touch with you and check up on you, answer any question you have as best as I can.” She touched Taehyung’s cheek again, in a motherly way, her eyes suddenly sad, as he continued to suck the bag dry. “But you’ve got a rough road ahead as you adjust, especially if you don’t know who turned you.”

Taehyung had to convince Jimin that he was perfectly fine going out on his own. The sun itself had completely set for the evening and he still needed to finish his assignment. He had the sunscreen and hat that Choa had brought packed in, just in case he wound up staying out all night, and her instructions to reapply as often as every 30 minutes, depending on the sun’s intensity and Taehyung’s comfort level. It would prevent his skin from burning visibly, but he’d still feel the sun more than ever before. It was all he could do until the semester ended and he could adjust his schedule.

He texted Jungguk back, letting him know that he would come to the studio with him. He packed his things, Jimin watching apprehensively.

“Text me if you need anything.”

“Jimin, I’ll be fine. I’m just paining.”

“Did you eat?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes and held up the insulated lunch box that he had kept stored under his desk. He never thought he’d actually use it.

“If you’re going to have to kill a human, though, Jungguk would be a good start. You’d be making the world a better place…” Jimin smirked and crossed his arms. He acted as if he hated Jungguk, but everyone knew that they were close.

Taehyung didn’t respond, though. The thought of having to feed on a human for survival wasn’t something he had really thought about. He didn’t want to; the stollen blood bags were bad enough.

“Be careful, okay.”

“Promise,” Taehyung said as he walked out of their room. He hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should go. But he hoisted his canvas bag up his shoulder and started down the hall. He had to keep some normalcy in his life.

He started at the moon as he made his way across campus. There were still tricklings of pink and orange on the horizon, but the sun was completely gone. The moon was too bright. He knew just from the location of it that it was just past 9:30. He only had about ten hours of freedom to exist before he was bound to the shadows. He didn’t know how he knew that.

The smell of the art studios was always a comfort for Taehyung. He felt his muscles relax and his mind clear of everything as he made his way inside and through the halls to the studio Jungguk booked. He was home in his art, knowing that nothing would strip away his joy of creating something from nothing but pigment and paper.

“Took you long enough,” Jungguk huffed as Taehyung slipped inside the small room. There was already an easel set up for him.

“Got held up with Jimin. Just a bit concerned with how I was this morning.”

“You’re okay, though? Not contagious?”

Taehyung laughed. “Only if I bite you.”

Jungguk rolled his eyes but didn’t respond. Taehyung watched him dip his brush into a deep red oil paint, making his mouth water. It looked like blood. He stepped forward, eyes not leaving the color, his nose picking up the smell of something metallic. He could hear a resting heartbeat, pumping delicious blood; Taehyung wanted to hear it; he want to feel blood trickle rhythmically into his mouth with his teeth clamp hard on Jungguk’s neck.

“You sure you’re okay, hyung?”

Taehyung blinked and stared at Jungguk for a moment. He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, just a lot on my mind. Sorry.”

He pulled out his blank canvas. He stared at the few faint pencil lines of the gravestone he’d been staring at the night before, when his biggest fear was still death. Taehyung was pretty sure his biggest fear was his own reflection now, a creature he didn’t recognize anymore, a creature that wasn’t exactly alive.

He set it on the easel, taking in everything he remembered about the night before. He was so sure he’d finish, so inspired by the name and dates on the stone. Then she showed up. Taehyung touched his chest as she flooded his mind. She was so sexy, so easy to talk to, so easy to trust. She told him it was a big mistake to trust her, but he didn’t think so at the time.

The text message came back to mind. She had to have been the one to send it. He didn’t remember anyone else that night, not even a security guard. She had to be the one that turned him. And she wanted to meet him at eleven.

He pulled out his phone, looking at the time. 9:45. He could leave and come back. How long would Jungguk be there? Would he have time to finish his assignment if he left? Why should he even go. He didn’t need anything explained to him; he had Choa that did that. Right?

He glanced at the canvas again. Painting a headstone, painting death as his greatest fear, it seemed foolish now. He dipped into his toolbox, pulling out his eraser. He’d paint what he had become. He’d paint her.

#kpoptrashtag #bts #taehyung #au #vampire

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petrichormeraki · 3 years ago

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OKAY SO I GUESS I WAS A FOOL, APPARENTLY A LOT OF Y'ALL WANNA SEE HIM

Here is Peter May Parker!

He's a 16 year old trans boy that interns at the Daily Bugle, who was bitten by a radioactive spider that escaped from Oscorp! He took up the role of Spider Man after semi-accidentally saving a bunch of people from a trolley malfunction with his newly enhanced strength. He was wearing his covid mask at the time, so nobody could really find him after the incident which was fine by him. Peter was currently at a foster home, so he didn't feel close enough to his foster family to tell them about it.

He decided to be Spider Man because he thought it was ironic; the boy terrified of spiders would never be clocked as New York's newest vigilante who makes spiders his whole thing.

As Spider Man, Peter is a lot clumsier than the other iterations of him, and he gets hurt a lot more because of that. He always bounces back, though; his super strength just needs some getting used to!

(Maybe he also deserves some of his bruises. Some people just don't get his Spider Man charm!)

And yes, in this version, MJ is Micheal Jones! He's the favorite of the high school basketball team, and is the only guy in P.E. that started calling Peter by his chosen name without question

What if I told you I've been braining my own version of spidey man for months but have been unsure of how he'd be received so I never talked about him 👀👉👈

#i love him very much and have a lot more info on him but this post is getting long #meraki art #meraki post #meraki's spidey #I'm so proud of his suit #i think it's unique enough to be individual but he's still seen as spidey man

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junker-town · 5 years ago

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College basketball fixed opening night

Photo by Lance King/Getty Images

Some tweaks in recent years have given college basketball one of the best opening nights in all of sports.

For years now, fans and critics of the sport alike have talked about “fixing” college basketball in terms that would lead one to believe there might be an undiscovered formula that will one day make the sport more popular than the NFL during the winter months.

One of the primary talking points in these persuasive spiels used to center around college basketball’s opening night. It took place on a Friday in the heart of football season, there were never any notable games between ranked teams; basically it always came and went without the casual American sports fan even realizing it. It was an event worthy of criticism, even if the larger argument about the sport being irrevocably damaged was itself deeply flawed.

The reality is, college basketball isn’t broken. It doesn’t need fixing. It does, however, need some tweaking. So does every other major American sport. Now some of the tweaks that need to be made — I don’t know if you’ve been following the news at all over the past 25 months or so — are larger and more problematic than others. Some have already been remedied.

The reality is, college basketball isn’t broken. It doesn’t need fixing. It does, however, need some tweaking.

College basketball has issues that demand attention. Opening night is no longer one of those. In fact, college hoops’ curtain-raising event has evolved to the point where you can effectively argue that it’s one of the best of all the major sports in this country.

For starters, the season no longer tips off on a Friday, an evening where it was already competing with football and where whatever storylines it produced were destined to be decimated the moment the full college football slate kicked off at noon the next day. Competing with election results still isn’t ideal (baby steps), but it does provide college basketball with an unshared sports spotlight. It also gives the sport an opportunity to maintain its grip on that spotlight deeper into the week if something significant — like, say, a Duke freshman showing the world that he’s a cinder block bitten by a radioactive spider who now pays basketball — transpires on opening night.

Second, moving the Champions Classic to the season’s first night was a no-brainer. The annual double-header featuring Duke, Kentucky, Kansas and Michigan State was already an annual lock to bring in some of the highest pre-tournament TV ratings of the year, and it was already viewed by most as the season’s unofficial starting point. Removing the “unofficial” from the equation made too much sense not to do it.

In the first year of the Champions Classic being played on night one, Zion Williamson and No. 3 Duke captured the full focus of the sports world by blitzing No. 2 Kentucky, 118-84, a throttling which marked the worst loss of the John Calipari era in Lexington. The dominant performance by the Blue Devils didn’t just remain the primary sports discussion topic for the remainder of the work week, it laid the foundation for what would become the primary pre-tournament storyline of the entire 2018-19 college basketball season.

That’s how you do an opening night.

For an encore, year two of the Champions Classic will merely feature No. 3 Kansas and No. 4 Duke tipping things off inside Madison Square Garden at 7, and No. 1 Michigan State and No. 2 Kentucky doing the same about two and a half hours later. Final Four Saturday is the only other day on the college basketball calendar where a matchup between the third and fourth best teams in the sport could be the undercard. It’s the first time the top two teams in college basketball have faced one another on the season’s opening night, and the first time the Champions Classic has boasted the top four teams in the country.

If you don’t care about that, it isn’t because college basketball isn’t giving you the best it has to offer, it’s simply because you’re unwilling to devote any attention to a secondary interest while your primary one is still standing smack in the middle of center stage. There isn’t anything college hoops can do about that. We’ll see you after the Super Bowl. Don’t ask us to convince you Gonzaga is good.

To make the pot even sweeter in 2019, the ACC is giving us actual, real life conference games that matter on night one. No. 5 Louisville heads to Miami to play the first basketball game on the new ACC Network, while Virginia Tech is at Clemson and Georgia Tech is at NC State. If that still isn’t enough, we’ve also got a bonafide, traditional non-conference showdown on night one with No. 20 Saint Mary’s traveling to play Wisconsin inside the always hostile Kohl Center.

One of the most-cited criticisms of college basketball is that games during the sport’s regular season doesn’t matter because of the size and importance of the NCAA tournament. It’s a ridiculous argument. Everything matters in college basketball. Kansas defeating or losing to Duke tonight could absolutely wind up being the difference between the Jayhawks getting a No. 1 seed or a No. 2 seed on Selection Sunday. That affects not only KU’s tournament prospects, but the teams that wind up in the same region as they do, and the teams that would have wound up in their same region had a different result occurred all the way back on Nov. 5.

Having said that, the stakes here are certainly different than they are in college football, where being ill-equipped to perform on night one can immediately eliminate you from even having an opportunity to play for the sport’s top prize three months later. Resiliency is more significantly rewarded in college basketball, and it’s smart for the sport to use that checkmark in its favor when it comes to early season scheduling.

There are holes on the college basketball calendar, to be sure. The sport hits a bit of a lull in December when programs are forced to schedule around finals and the students head home for winter break. With that established road block in place, college hoops has to have enough built up momentum from November to break through the barrier and transition seamlessly into the new year. With the sport’s new loaded opening night, its host of high-profile non-conference games in weeks two and three, and then the non-stop tournament games at all hours of the day during Thanksgiving Week, it’s safe to say that it’s doing all it can.

Enjoy night one of this wonderful five month journey. For now and for years to come, it promises to be significant.

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Volleyball Mishap (Peter Parker Imagine)

Prompt: “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee.”

Word count: 1.4k +

Warnings: Brief mentions of blood and mild language.

A/N: This imagine is based off of this prompt although I made a little change to the prompt. I hope you guys like my first attempt at writing a Peter Parker x reader imagine. Also this is based off of Tom Holland’s Spider-Man.

A lot of things had changed for Peter when he was bitten by the radioactive spider— increased strength and heightened senses made it easy for him to be Spider-Man, but it also made it hard for him to be Peter Parker. As he came to discover his newfound powers, Peter knew it would be wrong for him to uses his powers to join a sports team at Midtown High and although he steered clear of anything that would attract unwanted attention, there was one thing that he couldn’t avoid at school—gym. Even if Ned was in P.E. with him, Peter dreaded walking into the less than clean gymnasium where no matter how hard the school janitors tried, they could never get rid of the scratches and dirt that stained the gym floor.

P.E. was where Peter had to be the most cautious during school. He had to be extra careful for two reasons. One, Peter had to make sure he never used too much strength whenever the inevitable happened and he had to play a game of basketball, or flag football. The second reason why Peter was extra cautious during gym was because you, his longtime crush, were also in the same gym class as Peter and every attempt that he made to make it look like he didn’t have super strength lead to him embarrassing himself in front of you. Being Spider-Man and a normal high school sophomore was tough for Peter and just like every other day of the school week, Peter hoped that today he wouldn’t embarrass himself in front of you in P.E.

“It’s volleyball,” Ned said. Peter jumped out of his thoughts and stared, confused, at Ned.

“What?” Peter asked.

“Dude,” Ned said as he closed his gym locker. “Didn’t you hear anything I said?”

Peter’s silence was more than enough to let Ned know that he hadn’t heard a single word he had said as he was changing into his gym clothes.

“MJ said she overhead someone in English complain about how Coach had them play volleyball today,” Ned explained as Peter quickly continued to change. “I thought Spider-Man was supposed to have good hearing, but—,” Peter clamped his hand over Ned’s mouth to quiet him.

“Dude,” Peter whined.

“I’m just saying,” Ned said after Peter took his hand off of Ned’s mouth. “Even when you’re daydreaming about Y/N you should be able to hear some things.”

“I wasn’t thinking about Y/N,” Peter defensively said as he and Ned walked out of the boys’ locker room.

“Sure. You weren’t thinking about the way ‘her eyes sparkle when she laughs,’“ Ned quoted.

“Dude, no,” Peter denied as he playfully pushed Ned.

Upon entering the gymnasium, Peter came to the conclusion that MJ was right. As Peter and Ned looked around they noticed students seated in the bleachers, talking about the two large volleyball nets that were next to each other at the center of the gymnasium. Peter and Ned quickly made their way to the bleachers and sat next to each to await the coach’s instructions.

“Alright, listen up! As I call your names out for roll I’ll assign you to a team. It’ll be team A versus team B and team C versus team D. If we have enough time we’ll alternate who plays against who. If not, then we can do that next time,” Coach explained. Everyone nodded their heads, accepting their fate.

After Coach called everyone out, Peter found himself on team B with MJ and Ned on team C with you and although Peter was fine with the arrangement, the one thing he knew would make gym unbearable was that Flash was on team A, which meant that he would torment Peter. It was an unfortunate cliché.

As Peter waited for the games to begin, he couldn’t help but sigh when he saw you talking with your friends. You looked so beautiful with a ponytail in your hair and he noticed how you made the ugly gym clothes look so nice. It was in moments like these that Peter wished that he was brave and suave like Spider-Man. They were, after all, one in the same and yet, Peter could never find it in himself to initiate conversation with you. When it came to his crush on you, Peter was doomed.

Peter cringed as Coach blew his high-pitched whistle, indicating that it was time for the games to begin. Twenty minutes into the matches and Peter was feeling proud of himself. His strength was controlled whenever he would pass, serve, and spike the ball. To make things even better Flash had not taunted Peter. Another fifteen minutes passed by and things were still looking good for Peter, especially after the spike he just hit.

“Nice spike, Parker,” Coach called out. Peter looked at Coach and nodded his head. As he looked to Coach he had noticed that the other teams had watched him spike the ball.

“Go, Pete!” Ned semi-shouted in joy. Other students chimed in appreciation of Peter’s spike, but the compliment that stood out to him was yours.

“Nice spike, Peter,” you said. Peter turned to look at you, surprised that you had noticed and complimented him. Immediately after your compliment, a warm blush flowed through his cheeks.

“Yeah. Nice job, Penis Parker,” Flash called out. Peter’s shoulders slumped and his moment of triumph was long gone.

“Don’t listen to him, Peter,” you kindly said to him, without attracting the attention of the people in the gym.

Before Peter could stutter a response to you, Coach blew his whistle. “Back to your games!”

With a dejected sigh, Peter turned his attention to the net in front of him and gathered all of his focus and restraint.

Both volleyball matches continued with oohs and aahs mixed in whenever a team managed to score. There was five minutes left of the game and it was Peter’s turn to serve the ball. Team A and team B were tied and had it not been so close Peter would have served underhand, but he knew his teammates would not forgive him if he went easy. Thus, Peter served the ball using overhand and in a moment that seemed to defy all the laws of Physics, Peter watched in horror as the ball he had served was pushed by a strong gust of air from the air conditioner and hit you in the middle of the face.

“Shit,” Peter whispered. He, and other students, gathered around you as blood flowed from your nose.

“Way to go, Penis Parker,” Flash sneered. “Your serve smashed Y/N’s face,” Flash continued to exaggerate.

“It’s okay,” you said, although there were tears gathered in your eyes and your lips were grimaced with the pain that came from having a volleyball hit your nose.

“Parker, you’re the one who hit Y/L/N. Take her to the nurse so she can get her nose checked out,” Coach ordered. “Class is over. Everyone else, go get changed and get ready for your next class.”

The students in the gymnasium slowly made their way to the locker rooms and all the while Peter could hear the harsh whispers about what he had done.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Peter said as you wiped more blood away from your nose.

“It was an accident, Peter,” you kindly said. “I know you didn’t mean to hit me with the volleyball.”

Peter awkwardly nodded his head, unsure of what to say next. Silently, you and Peter walked through the mostly empty hallway of Midtown High to the nurse’s office. As he walked alongside you, Peter wracked his brain for things to say to you, but he had already caused you harm and didn’t know what to say to remedy it all. Although you and Peter were close as you walked, close enough that Peter could almost grasp your hand, Peter felt as though you were far away.

“Thank you, Pete,” you said as you and Peter stood in front of the nurse’s office.

“I... I didn’t really do anything,” Peter bashfully said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Maybe, but you’re nice,” you replied. Peter’s eyes widened, shocked that you would compliment him after what he had done to you. “Anyway,” you said as you shifted on your feet, unsure of how to say goodbye. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah!” Peter perked up. “Yeah, I’ll see you later.” You smiled brightly at Peter and walked into the nurses office. As Peter walked to the boys’ locker room, he hoped that the next time he spent with you it wouldn’t be because he hurt you. Hopefully, this new and budding friendship could turn into something more.

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