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brerediddy · 6 years

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more than survive - chapter 1

"Jeremy couldn’t believe that he kept getting himself into such bad situations. Sure, he was a superhero now, but mostly, he just felt like an idiot."

Michael doesn't know, but Jeremy Heere is Spider-Man. He isn't sure if he can balance vigilante justice, high school, and a crush on his best friend all at the same time. To make matters worse, his new enemy is a cocky know-it-all who glows, for god's sake. Sometimes, doing the right thing is a pain in the ass.

When Jeremy thought about death, he didn’t exactly imagine it like this. He had figured that he would live a mediocre life and peacefully go in his sleep or something. He wasn’t sure how he’d gone from that ideal to another one so suddenly, but he was Probably Dying at this very moment so it didn’t really matter. He looked around, ignoring the guilt settling in his stomach. He owed Michael an explanation for his death, he owed his father one. But if he truly didn’t make it through this, then they would never get that. Regardless, the people he had saved—they were okay. That’s what mattered. They were securely up on the dock, out of the line of fire, and Jeremy accepted that he was the only one left in it. The burning pain in his shoulderblades brought him back to reality as the boat split even wider, wires and shrapnel falling into the river below. He was in the middle of two giant halves of machinery, webs slung onto various pipes and supports of each. He hung between it all, sparks flying and bouncing off of the red and blue fabric of his suit. He was pretty sure that it was torn in various places judging from the cool air hitting his back, but that wasn’t his primary concern right now. He could worry about that when he got home. If he got home.

Jeremy considered his options. The civilians were safe and the boat was cleared except for himself and the man who had seemingly disappeared. He could let the vessel sink and web out of the situation, make it home in time for dinner. However, he knew that the man responsible for this mess was still in the area. He could sense him. And he couldn’t just let him get away, not when he was dangerous enough to split a boat in half and almost drown two-hundred people. His arms ached for reprieve, his muscles felt rather numb. He needed a solution.

At the click of a gun—too soft for Original Jeremy to hear, but loud enough to stall his too-quickly-beating heart now that he was Spider-Man—his head turned towards the sound. He saw his opponent out of the corner of his eye, standing on deteriorating tiles behind him, and even worse, he saw a pistol. The man smiled and cocked his head and in an instant, Jeremy made a decision. He threw one arm over his chest, releasing the left side of the boat and letting it sink. In the process of turning his body, he webbed a free-falling sheet of metal and swung it at the other man. The momentum of the action twisted his back painfully and he was vaguely aware of gunshots. None of them hit him except for one that lightly grazed his thigh, adding yet another tear to his suit. He gritted his teeth and released the metal, letting it freely hit the man. Jeremy watched as he fell into the river. Dead weight. He turned away as he heard the splash, quickly webbing to the scaffolding near the dock and leaving the rest of the boat to fade into the water. Ignoring the prying eyes of the civilians, Jeremy webbed out of the city.

As he arrived home, he climbed in through the window and collapsed onto his bed. “Man, that sucked,” he said in a hushed whisper to himself. Now that the adrenaline of the situation had decreased, he became aware of a hundred aches and pains. His back felt like it was stuck in about three places, his arms and shoulders were still on fire and lightly bleeding through the fabric due to scrapes and cuts from the falling metal. He could feel burn marks along his back, probably from the sparks, although the areas of his body in which the suit hadn’t torn seemed to be okay. He knew that his thigh would be the worst of it all and pushed himself up into a sitting position. The fact that he couldn’t feel the injury concerned him, but he figured that he must have stopped registering it in shock. He poked at the irritated skin, seeing where it was torn open and bloody, but felt nothing. All he could feel was lightheadedness and he realized that he should probably do something. He hobbled his way into the bathroom, pulling off his suit and mask in the process.

Jeremy reached for a black hand-towel and pushed it over the wound, unsure of what he should do. His powers would allow him to heal more quickly, but it wasn’t instant and that didn’t really help anything in the moment. He applied more pressure, trying to stop the bleeding. After what felt like hours, he finally pulled the towel away and could view the wound without too much blood. He bit his lip and reached for the medical tape that he knew was under the counter. He’d stocked up on first-aid supplies after his first bout of crime fighting and had been generally pretty thankful for his own forward thinking every time since then. He pulled out a thick pad of gauze, as well, and pushed it against his leg. He wrapped the tape around his thigh as many times as he needed to until the gauze was secure and let out a sigh. Now, he could relax. He looked himself over in the mirror, adjusting his eyes to his image. His face seemed relatively unmarked except for a small bruise just above his jawline, but it was nothing. He saw the newly-dried blood along the various marks on his biceps and forearm and grimaced, but he could hide that easily enough. Turning around, he could see the reddened burns trailing down his back along with a few more cuts and bruises.

What he needed was a shower. He’d shower and feel halfway human again. Fall asleep early and load up on Advil in the morning. Jeremy turned on the water and stepped in. The heat burned his injuries but he was careful to keep his thigh out of the stream and the dull ache of the water was actually pretty comforting. As he cleaned up, he couldn’t help but give himself a small, metaphorical, pat on the back. He’d saved two-hundred lives today. Not too shabby.

Jeremy stepped out of the shower, dried off, brushed his teeth, and threw on some boxers before collapsing into his bed yet again. It was much too early for him to go to sleep, but the exhaustion in his bones helped with that. As he dozed off, he could make out the buzz of his phone but chose to ignore it.

The next morning, as light shone in through his window, Jeremy groaned. If the pain he was in yesterday was bad, then this was hell. He could feel every ache in his bones, every sting of each cut, every burn from the marks on his back. His thigh was almost blindingly painful, but as he pulled off the gauze, it did look better than it had the previous evening. He moved into the bathroom to replace the bandage and got dressed for school, wincing with each motion. As he eyed the injuries to his arms, he decided to pull on his usual cardigan. He wanted nothing more than to skip school, but he knew that he’d already missed too much. After he was ready for the day, he sat on his bed and read through the texts he’d missed.

8:04 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

wanna hang out? i’m bored

8:10 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

so is that a no

8:16 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

it’s cool if not just say so

8:30 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

dude did u die or what

9:05 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

idk what ur up to but i guess i’ll talk to u later

9:13 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

see u tomorrow

11:44 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

do u want a ride to school? parents said i can have the car back

11:45 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

that was the longest grounding ever but hey i learned my lesson

11:46 PM From: michael mell straight from hell

i’ll never leave weed in the glovebox again

12:01 AM From: michael mell straight from hell

i’ll swing by ur house in the morning

12:03 AM From: michael mell straight from hell

night jeremy

Jeremy suddenly felt like a dick. He quickly responded and assured Michael that he did in fact want a ride, pulling his backpack from the floor and wincing when the weight rested on his shoulders. He took a few Advil and threw the pill bottle into his bag for good measure. Walking down the stairs was no easy feat with his leg, but he made it. Jeremy saw Michael pulling into the driveway and adjusted his movements so that he wasn’t limping. He went towards the car, avoiding eye contact, and slid into the passenger’s seat. He could feel the other boy’s eyes on him.

“So, were you blowing me off last night?” Michael asked, breaking the tense silence.

“No,” he rushed to respond. “No, of course not. I fell asleep early. Sorry.”

Michael nodded and seemed to soften at that, backing out of the driveway and onto the road. As he drove, he glanced over again. “Hey, what happened to your face?” His tone this time wasn’t accusatory, only concerned.

“What?” Jeremy asked before he remembered the solemn injury. “Oh, the bruise? Yeah, you know how clumsy I am.”

Michael gave a short laugh. “Yeah, you are...so, what happened?” He asked again. He was too persistent.

“Oh, y’know, I tripped. Fell into the side of my door,” Jeremy lied. He hated lying to Michael, really, but it couldn’t be avoided. Michael couldn’t know. Not only would it give anyone out to get him a direct link to his loved ones, but it would also bring a lot of extra worry into the other boy’s life. Michael would hate it every time he left for another fight. He would insist on coming along and Jeremy was Not Good at saying no to him. He couldn’t put him in danger like that. No way. He would probably tell him eventually, but for now, it was for the best that he didn’t know. Part of him, the more selfish part of him, longed to tell. He wanted Michael to think he was cool. He wanted Michael to help him when he came home too sore to move. He wanted Michael to realize that Jeremy was worthy, in some way. He wanted to believe he was.

“Earth to Jeremy,” Michael said again. He pulled into the school parking lot. “Pay attention to me.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Jeremy said, shaking his head. “Just tired. What were you saying?”

“I was saying,” he pulled into his usual parking spot. “Did you see the news? About Spider-Man?” Jeremy tried not to tense and shrugged nonchalantly. “What about him?” “He saved, like, five-hundred people! On a boat!”

“I think it was actually only two-hundred,” he mumbled.

“I don’t know what your issue is with Spider-Man. He’s cool,” Michael said. He reached for his bag in the backseat and accidentally bumped Jeremy’s shoulder. Jeremy breathed in sharply but covered it with a cough.

Jeremy responded, “I don’t have an issue with him. I just don’t see what the big deal is. He’s some guy in a skin-tight suit.”

“A cool guy,” the other boy spoke as he got out of the car.

Jeremy followed closely behind him, thankful that the painkillers were kicking in. “So, uh, why did he have to save the boat in the first place?” Jeremy knew the answer of course, but there was a bigger issue here.

“I don’t know for sure. They said something about a mobster with super-strength. Doesn’t really matter, though, because Spider-Man completelyannihilated the guy!”

“So he died, then?” He knew this answer, too. A small part of him held some hope, though, that the man wasn’t dead. Maybe he had been apprehended and thrown in prison, but not dead.

“Oh, yeah,” Michael affirmed casually. “But hey, one less dickhead in the world, right?”

“Ha...right,” he responded, unable to lift his gaze from his feet. Michael pushed through the front doors unceremoniously and walked into the junior corridor, saying something about how much of a hero Spider-Man was. Jeremy rubbed at the inside of his wrist nervously as he made his way to his locker. He wasn’t sure if he could bear to hear more about Spider-Man. Sure, he had done a pretty good job yesterday. But he had killed a man. Whether that man deserved to die didn’t matter—he’d killed him. That didn’t seem very heroic to him. As they parted, he didn’t notice Michael’s lips moving once more. “Sorry, what?”

“I said I’ll see you at lunch,” the taller boy repeated, looking up at Jeremy and searching his face. “Jeez, are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assured. “See you at lunch.”

By the time lunchtime rolled around, Jeremy wished he had died on that boat. Okay, not really, but the day was already horrible and he was only halfway through it. He was exhausted and in pain and everyone knew someone who witnessed the action, so he was sick of hearing ten different versions of what he knew to be true. Jeremy arrived at his usual lunch table and sat down, immediately resting his head against his arms on the surface. He closed his eyes and waited for Michael to arrive, but frankly just wanted to be alone. He rested for a moment or two, listening to the dull murmur of other voices in the lunchroom.

“Jeremy, hey,” Michael said as he sat down.

The shorter boy raised his head and met the brown eyes that were watching him. “Hey,” he responded, fully moving to sit up. “How was class?”

“It was okay,” he shrugged. He pulled a sandwich from his lunchbox and picked up half of it. “Where’s your lunch?”

“Shit,” Jeremy said, realizing that he’d completely forgotten about it. He could always buy a school lunch...but the thought of that sent shivers up his spine. He rubbed at his eyes. “Well, I’m not that hungry anyways.”

Michael frowned and immediately held out the other half of his sandwich in offering.

“I’m okay. Thank you, though.”

“Jeremy. Take it,” Michael spoke. “I have other stuff in here, anyway.”

Hesitantly, he reached for the sandwich and accepted it. “Thanks.”

Michael waved a hand like it was unimportant. “Glad to help.”

The two boys ate in a comfortable silence. Eventually, Jeremy brought up a new game that was coming out soon, and the other immediately launched into his own passionate opinion. Jeremy gave a soft smile. This was normal. This was all he wanted. Forget Spider-Man and saving lives and ending them. This was what was important. Everything else, well, it didn’t matter. Not for right now. Not while Michael was talking.

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kristawashere · 7 years

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Ask some questions, get some answers 1. Favourite colour. Maroon  2. Number of people you’ve slept with. 16 3. Cake or ice cream? What are my options? Probably cake. Moo 4. If you were a superhero what would your power be? I could pull up stats on anyone, for anything.  5. Ever been in a fist fight? No. Some day  6. Do you live in the country or the city? City 7. Biggest kink? When my partner sees me as a human being  8. Favourite video-game? Tony hawk pro skater 3  9. Words you live by? You are responsible for the way your own heart beats  10. Best book you’ve ever read? Fight club, or the bell jar  11. Favourite film? 12. Horror or romance? Horror  13. Biggest fear? Being kidnapped 14. Best memory? Osheaga weekend 2012 15. Worst memory? Learning that my friend had died 16. Where are you from? Ur mums house  17. Ever done anal? I poop from there 18. Would you prefer to be Mary Berry’s grandchild or Paul Hollywood’s bitch? Wut 19. Favourite outfit? Pants with a cardigan and dope boots 20. Snapchat or Instagram? Insta 21. If you could freeze time what would you do? Snoop through my loved ones personal items  22. Best LUSH product in your opinion? Shower bombs  23. Should people wear red shirts or brown pants in your presence? Brown  24. Favourite television character? Michael Scott  25. Do you have a nemesis? Is that like a type of neopet 26. Are you a hard-worker? I'm a hardly-worker 27. What’s the best holiday you’ve ever been on? Christmas holidays  28. What’s your dream? To be happy  29. Where do you see your life ending up? In the toilet  30. Describe your last sexual encounter. Woke up to my girlfriend being frisky  31. Cake by the ocean or sex on the beach? Why not both  32. Ever done drugs? Drugs are bad mmkay  33. Harry Potter or Lord Of The Rings? HP 34. Are you a jock or a nerd? Class clown  35. On a scale of 8 to 34.7, how gay are you? 35 36. Do you live for Tumblr discourse or hate it? Um 37. Favourite trashy television show? Trashy tv is boring 38. Last time you watched porn? I have it penciled in for this weekend  39. Do you have a recurring sexual fantasy? My mind is always in the gutter  40. Weirdest dream you ever had? I dreamt my mom said she loved me  41. Ever had mental health issues? Oui 42. What’s the answer to the question you wish someone would ask you? Mushroom, red pepper, bacon 43. Do you wish people paid more attention to you? No 44. Do you have anyone who you’d happily slap right across their chops? Sure 45. Dog person or cat person? Meow meow meow  46. Sneakers or heels? Sneaks 47. Favourite cocktail? Meh 48. Day or night? Night  49. Pokémon or Digimon? GOTTA CATCH EM ALL 50. How big is your dick? 240 pounds 51. Favourite musical? Couldn't say  52. Favourite song? That's too hard  53. Are you secretly a goblin/alien/android? It's not a secret  54. Why are you like this? I didn't get enough attention as a child  55. What’s your guilty pleasure? Eating pb out of the jar  56. What would you say if I said ‘I love you’? Why? 57. What’s the story behind your URL? I was here, once  58. Tell me something that worries you. That I'll never be happy with myself  59. What have you been worrying about today? My fat gut  60. I’m only sending you these questions because I have a crush on you and I’m too tragic to actually just say it. Gross  61. Hot dogs or burgers? Burg  62. Nintendo or the other trash-consoles? Get a life  63. Which fandom ruined a show that you used to like? 64. What do you wish you could tell your best friend? That I miss her  65. Tell us a deep dark secret. I pick my nose  66. Are you curious about having a man in leather spank your botty ‘til it’s all red? What's a botty  67. Favourite Tumblr couple? 68. Do you have any dietary quirks? Eating is hard  69. Do you want to have someone pleasure your genitals orally while you do the same to theirs? Yep  70. How old are you? 255555555 71. Which Buzzfeed listicle sums up your existence? Stop 72. Do you have any pets? A cat and a cat  73. What colour underwear are you wearing? Pink OUUUU LA LA 74. Boxers or briefs? Briefs 75. Fuck me, Ray Bradbury? My name is Krista  76. Which television show do you want to last forever? I don't care 77. In a zombie apocalypse how long would you last? 1 hour  78. Do you have good internet connection or do you want to punch your router every ten minutes? What's internet  79. Would you find it somewhat saucy if I sent bawdy nudes in your direction? Mhmhm  80. Which country has the best flag? MURICA 81. Do you consider yourself *iconic*? Ironic  82. Most overrated food? Tempura anything  83. Most overrated film? I'm in no position to answer that  84. Most overrated television show? Each and every one 85. Most overrated type of cheese? Blue 86. Which brand would you never shop at? Omg who cares  87. Wisdom, courage, or power? Courage  88. Would you prefer to travel in time and stay in the same spot, or travel in space with time elapsing as normal? The first one  89. What’s the best birthday present you ever got? Everyone got me bottles of wine one year. That was dope 90. What present do you wish someone would give you? An anklet  91. Do you have an ex? Why did you break up? Bad breath  91. Why does 91 appear on this list twice now? Someone screwed the pooch  92. Spare a thought for the humble creator of this list, it’s difficult to think of this many questions. I simply don't have a thought to spare  93. Do you prefer anons or non-anons?  94. Who do you wish you could have sex with more than any other? Ur mum 95. What is your spirit animal? Kimmy gibbler  96. Do you have one word that you really love the sound of? Hush  97. Do you still have any of your stuffed toys from when you were a kid? Of course  98. What makes you super nostalgic? Chicken soup with crackers  99. Give me an answer to a random one of these questions. (But don’t make it a shit answer like ‘yes’. Don’t be an asshole.) no  100. What’s your favourite cocktail? U AXED ME DIS  101. Sonic screwdriver or Ron’s shit broken wand from the second Potter book? 102. Laptop or PC? Lappy  103. What’s the sexiest accent in your opinion? Dirty dirty English  104. Would you let Donald Trump tickle your nipples for an hour for £6,000,000? Hell ya  105. You should check out a great little British website called Pretty52. Kk 106. If you could dye your hair any colour, what colour would you change to? Dirty blonde 107. What would you change about your body if you could? I'd exchange it for a new one  108. Do you prefer to be hot or cold? HOT 109. What’s your favourite way to orgasm? With a partner  110. Are you a mermaid or a unicorn? I'm just a regular girl  111. What’s the name of your favourite pet when you were a kid? Jackal  112. What was your favourite class at school? Math  113. Are you superstitious? I'm a little stitious  114. What do you think happens when we die? People are sad af 115. Pie or pi? Talk nerdy 2 me  116. Your followers a question. 117. Lick my genitalia. Kk 118. What’s your favourite number? 11 119. Do you ever look up at the stars and feel small? No  120. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? Sure  121. Tell me about a quirky personality trait. Anal af 122. What was your favourite story when you were younger? Cinderella  123. Are you old before your time or young at heart? Ive heard both about myself  124. Why do you do the things you do? Please. Tell me. - I do wut I want  125. I hope you enjoyed these questions. No 126. Which Tumblr blog would you recommend to all your fans? Ur mums

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