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gayforminatozaki · 5 months

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"so what's your name?"

sana x spiderwoman!reader

summary: SANA gets MUGGED??? SPIDERWOMAN SAVES HER? ?? THEY'RE ACTUALLY PRETTY CUTE TOGETHER??(EMOTIONAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT) 😱😨 (tw: implied r//pe but nothing actually happens)

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authors note: please be nice i haven't written anything in 2 years. also y'all like how i decorated this post i put pictures and everything oo i feel so fancy.

(@moonpheus)

it's 10pm, or maybe 11? who knows. all that sana knows is that it's late as fuck and she needed to get home as soon as possible. unfortunately, the only way home from her shift at the bakery was through a shady neighbourhood that she almost always managed to avoid. unfortunately, some pretentious customer came in just before it was time to close and demanded they make two dozen fresh doughnuts for her daughters birthday party. she was a bitch about it, sure, but seeing how stressed she was she caved. though she was beginning to regret it now as she missed her daily drive home from jihyo, and with no taxis around now had to resort to walking through unfamiliar territory.

it's just a 10 minutes away sana thinks, trying to compose herself. what she failed to realise, however, was that there was someone tailing her. no, not just one person. but two. and as she takes another step she's immediately grabbed from behind and a knife is put to her neck.

SHITSHITSHITSHITSHIT

her immediate reaction is to stay as still as possible, but on the inside she's experiencing nothing but sheer panic. multiple "what if"s and "i should've been more careful"s and "fuck you jihyo i'm gonna die"s occupy her head, that it takes a couple more screams from the attacker to snap her back to reality.

"LISTEN TO ME BITCH OR I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT."

"w-what do you want?" sana says, half crying half babbling.

"your purse. pull out your wallet and show me." he spits. sana complies, slowly pulling out her wallet with shaky hands. "how much?"

"a hundred" she replies, showing him the bills. she didn't want him thinking she was lying, not that he deserved the truth anyway. sana hands the wad of cash over to him and stays silent as he shoves it in his musty washed out jean pocket. after a while of still having a knife to her throat, she musters up the courage to talk to him, though meekly.

"is that it?"

the man stops, and then chuckles.

"is that it?" he says with a smug smile, getting closer to sana and moving his other hand to her pants. wait, is he going to.. oh god. "well, unless you have something else to offer me..."

tears start welling in sana's eyes, but before she could start begging him not to, a spiderweb shoots down from above, pulling the knife out of his hand. a few more go on his face, blocking his vision. a figure leaps down and starts mercilessly beating the everlasting shit out of him. punch after punch, sana's pretty sure she can hear some bones break. groans and cries erupt from behind, but sana doesn't dare look- not yet anyway. by the end of it, the man's laying down with his face bloody and disfigured. as the figure stands up straight, a wad of spit hits her leg.

"fuck you." he sneers, mouth full of blood, "i didn't even do anything yet."

and with that final word, the figure turns around and aggressively steps on his head. a helpless scream leaves his mouth.

"fucking bastard," you say, pulling the money out of his pocket. sana's left speechless. absolutely frozen. you notice and concerned, ask "ma'am, are you okay?"

what you didn't expect was to receive a hard slap to the face.

"s-spiderwoman you..." sana cries, "you s-saw that and you didn't bother to do anything u-until h-he.."

your eyes grow wide, "what? no no that's not what happened!" you say desperately, 'i thought he was only going for the money and didn't want to risk anything with a knife that close to your neck."

"b-but you managed to grab the knife no problem!"

"because he had his focus on something else!" you sigh, "i'm sorry, i should've done something in the first place."

"...thank you." sana say, "i was so scared. thank you so much."

y/n beams. though it sucked seeing people get hurt, it was nice being able to help them.

"it's no problem. i'm just glad i was here to help." sana nods, "it's too late for you to be out here, especially in this place. what are you doing?"

and so sana begins explaining her situation, to which you suggest you swing her back home. after all, you didn't think sana would be in the mood to continue walking after that. though sana was hesitant at first, you assure her it's completely safe.

"don't worry, i have a lot of experience" you say reassuringly, "though i don't always carry a grown woman with me."

sana laughs. you're both now up in the sky, leaping from building to building. she can't lie, it's absolutely terrifying. one wrong move and she'd fall to her death. fearing this, she clings onto you even harder.

"are you okay?" you say, turning red under the mask.

"y-yeah it's just so weird being up here. how fast did you get used to it?"

"didn't take long honestly. i'm not usually focused on what's below me but rather the criminal i'm chasing. though i do like to just swing around for fun sometimes."

"it's terrifying." says sana

"yeah, but thrilling" you smile, holding sana a bit closer. you don't want her feeling unsafe. this doesn't go unnoticed by sana, who now had the courage to peer down for a bit. "by the way," you ask "what bakery do you work at?"

"hm? oh, rosie's bakery. It's by the-"

"rosie's!? I LOVE rosie's. you guys make the best cheesecakes hands down." you say enthusiastically, to which sana can only laugh, "sorry, i didn't mean to cut you off."

"nono it's fine, honestly i didn't know people were such fans of our cheesecakes." she laughs. you smile back. she's so cute.

"oh we just passed by my apartment. it's the one over there." sana says, pointing to one with a chair on the balcony. you leap down onto it, still holding sana. looking in from the balcony, the woman has a pretty nice apartment.

her living room is neat and organised, with a large bookshelf to the side of it filled with books (she's well-read). her plants are seemingly still alive (she's responsible) and organised in a way which encapsulates the feel of her apartment (she's organised and pays attention to detail). she has a kitchen island- wait she has a kitchen island?? in new york city?? she really is your dream girl.

you don't realise you're lost in thought until sana speaks.

"thanks for the.. i want to say swing but that sounds wrong."

you laugh, "it's no problem. i'm glad you came home safe."

you both stand there silently, not knowing what to do next. sana breaks the silence clearing her throat.

"ahem. well, it was nice meeting you. thank you for everything."

she bows and turns to leave. you stand there frozen until you call out to her.

"wait! what's your name?"

sana stops in her tracks and turns around.

"hm? well what's yours?" she says with a hint of smugness.

you scoff, "i can't tell you that. it ruins the whole anonymity thing i have going on."

"then i won't say."

"okok fine just your first name then?"

sana crosses her arms, a grin forming on her face. "why do you want to know my name so much?"

you open your mouth to say something- wait, should you? oh fuck it you're under a mask you can be as cocky as you want.

"well, it's a shame not to know the name of a beautiful woman."

sana goes red.

"honestly," you continue, "you deserve better. i can't even imagine how hard it must be for you to go this long without knowing my name."

sana stops going red, and scoffs.

"maybe if you weren't so adamant on not telling me yours i would've told you mine by now." she says smiling. she doesn't actually think it's that big of a deal, but she liked messing around with you and seeing your reaction.

"i have an actual reason though! it's too personal, it could link to my actual identity. that's the point of the mask." you say, gesturing to it.

"it's too personal for me too." she replies with a shit eating grin.

she's being so difficult you think. you think a bit more, until a lightbulb goes off in your head. if she wanted personal, you'll give her personal.

you take off your mask- no not all of it, you're not crazy- but just enough so that the bottom half of your face is showing. what you're doing right now is probably worse than just sucking it up and giving her a (probably fake) name. you didn't want to lie to her though, not to those eyes.

you start taking slow steps towards sana, who had just let out a small gasp. you get closer and closer until both of your faces are just a few inches from each other.

you hold her face and pull her in for a kiss.

lucky for you, she kisses back. it's short and doesn't escalate much, but the feeling of her soft lips on yours has you losing your mind. when you pull apart you can't help but feel like you've been kissing for a whole century. you look into her eyes, deep brown and unforgettable, which happen to be looking right back at you. her lips are slightly parted, and you have to do everything to stop yourself from going back in.

"sana."

"what?" you say, dumbfounded.

"my name is sana."

you smile. you didn't actually think that would work. you take a few steps back.

"see you soon, sana." you say, swinging off the building. sana stands there dumbfounded, touching her lips.

who knew that being mugged was the best thing to happen to her?

#minatozaki sana #twice sana #sana #sana x reader #sana x fem reader #twice x reader #twice

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dnarez · 3 years

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Chapter 28 - So Cute!!!

After the doctor check up on the wounds it was hell to get you to eat the hospital food, Hawks tried everything on his arsenal, from begging to ordering, you did not give up.

"That's food for the sick!" you said while pouting, if you could, you would have crossed your arms, but since you were chest down and back up, it was harder to do anything really.

"You ARE sick!" Keigo tried again, this conversation was going on for hours now, since the doctor went out of the bedroom at 5am, and now it was 3pm.

"I already told you! I'm not sick! I'm hurt!"

"There's no difference!" he said flailing his arms around.

"Of course there is!"

Keigo stuffed his face on his hands and shouted, his scream being stuffed by his hands "JUST EAT! OUR I'M GONNA MAKE YOU" he demanded pointing at you.

"I'M A PERSON ON MEDICAL CARE!!!! AND FORCEFULLY FEEDING SOMEONE IS A CRIME!!!"

"YOU NEED TO EAT YOU DUMB BIRB!"

"I REFUSE TO EAT THIS FOOD! IS FOR THE SICK!"

"YOU ARE SICK!"

"AM NOT!"

"YES YOU ARE!"

The shouting was interrupted by an angry nurse grabbing Hawks by his ear "SIR! You are on a hospital!!! You need to keep the noise down! Our you gonna have to leave!" a copy of the other nurse was angrily looking at him, but this one had more of a fox vibe, unlike her sister that have more of a wolf vibe.

"Oh! You must be Amaterasu's sister! Nice to meet you" she looked at you and huffed, letting go of your brothers ear.

"If you don't eat you can't go home... and it's nice to finally meet you too" the fox nurse got closer to the bed and took the tray of cold food "I'm gonna go get you some warm food, and if you behave and eat everything I will sneak you something, deal?" her fluffy tail was swaying lightly.

".... Okay... I will eat it... BUT IT NEEDS TO BE SOMETHING SWEET!"

She chucked and nodded going out of the room.

"Oh my good! That hurt!" Keigo pouted as he caressed his ear "I like her sister more! The other one is also prettier!"

"But... Kei-nii... they are identical..." you look at him with a poker face.

"Nu-uh! they are totally different! The one from yesterday had wolf ears and a wolf tail, this one has fox tail and fox ears, also her eyes are blue and the wolf girl have deep black eyes, they looked like voids!" he flailed his arms around.

"Dude... d-do you have a crush on my damn nurse!?" he blushed heavily at her comment and shook his head.

"No! I-I just though she was cute!" he evaded your eyes.

"Do you want my sister's number?" fox nurse was back with the tray of food in hands.

You almost jumped out of your skin, and Keigo just looked at her with shining eyes "M-may I!?"

She chuckled and nodded as she put the tray in front of you "Can you sit up or do you need to be spoon feed?"

"I need help to sit" Keigo went to you and helped you to sit up, being extra careful with your back.

"Here" the fox nurse put a paper with her sister's number on Keigo's pocket and gave you your food "I need to make my check-up run, and when I come back I want to see this tray empty"

You looked at the food with disgust but nodded "Yes ma'am"

Keigo was busy using his phone as you ate, and while you were finishing the food you looked at him and saw that he had a small smile and was blushing a little. "Hey! Ditch the side chick! Your main hoe is right in front of you!" you put a hand on your chest and gasped dramatically while trowing your head back "Do you have no shame! I'm hurt"

He chuckled and put his phone back on his back pocket "Alright, alright, you won, My focus is totally yours my main hoe" Keigo looked took a backpack from under your bed and put it on his lap.

"HEY! Did you hide that under my bed!?"

"Are you blind?"

"No..."

"So I don't need to answer that" you clicked your tongue at that as he laughed at you. "Yeah, you're right, I did hide it under your bed" Keigo got serious and pulled a thin photo album from the bag "This... is the only picture album that had photos of you younger... the other ones we will burn it together if you like, but this" he adjusted the arm chair so that now you could see it clearly "this is your photos, this is your history, I didn't look at it, I promise, and my on sidekicks were the ones that looked into the albums"

His stare was intense, like always.

You chewed your bottom lip and asked what you were dying to know "W-what about your pics? The ones that they had of you... did someone saw it?"

He shook his head "No, there weren't pics with my face in it, by the looks of it the burn it, and- I'm sorry, but they told me that this was everything about you, besides your documents and stuff"

You nod and finish eating "Let's see it! I know that I was very cute when I was small!"

"Don't you mean smaller?" you punch his shoulder and he chuckled.

"You are not that tall!" you huff and look at the album as he open it.

The first picture... brought you sad memories.

"I had tried to run away after the normal 'stress relief' session, I walked on the snow with only the clothes on my body, they had clipped my wings so that I wouldn't learn how to fly... Mo-" you interrupted yourself from calling that woman 'mom' and take a deep breath, holding back tears "that woman... called him and while he chased me she got the camera out..."

(eyes and hair are just like Keigo's and this is the site that I used to make this https://picrew.me/image_maker/58190 go make your own!!!)

"She took this picture after he dragged me inside... it was really cold that winter..."

"oh my god... you-... WERE SO CUTE!!! Even crying you were cute! Damn it! How could someone just go and hit a child this-... this... ADORABLE!" he huffed angrily.

You giggle and smiled at him "What happen to them anyway?" you turned the page.

Keigo looked at you and smiled "They are in jail, if I could, I would have sent them to Tartarus, but they are just some low level bad guys, and Tartarus is for the really bad guys"

You nodded understanding and looked back at the small photo album. "It's sad that there is only two photos..."

"What happened there? You're smiling, SO CUTE!"

You chuckled "It was the first time that they took me out, I had started making really good food, so they rewarded me with a walk on the park"

"You look cold..." he looked concerned at the photo.

"I did a good job at cleaning and at cooking, at that time I was around... 9? Maybe 8, but at that time they stopped hitting me daily, that's the only clothes I had at the time"

(sorry, I don't have the link for this one... but it is on the same site as the precious one)

"SO CUTE!!! And what about that red ribbon?" he pointed at the picture.

"Oh! I found it cute, I also was able to hide my own wings at that time, they didn't have excuses to take it from me" you nodded at him

"But what does the ribbon has anything to do with it?" he tilted his head, confused.

"It was the first gift someone gave me... it was for me being a 'good girl', the park was an isolated one, and it was cold as hell! There was no one around to see me... no one to save me... until you showed up!" You kissed his cheek and gave him a big smile "My hero!"

Keigo looked at you shocked, and started to sob as he hugged you "I'm so glad that I made it on time! I was so worried about you! My lil birb! My sister!" he was crying pretty hard after that.

You both stayed like that for a very long time, just hugging each other, you never felt so safe in your whole life, the feeling of belonging was really incredible.

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ambivalent-anarchy · 4 years

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Birthday Parties Are Lame

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: some pretty trashy angst

Hope you like it!

Summary- Peter forgot readers b-day

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"[Y/N]! How are you?," May smiled brightly that night, opening her door for the young girl on her doorstep.

May absolutely loved it when Peter's girlfriend came by to visit. Her smile was always so bright it could light up a room. She was the only thing that was keeping Peter sane. She was sweet and loyal and May could tell by how Peter acted around her that [Y/N] was the highlight of his days.

Which was why the unexpected image at the door bothered her. "[Y/N], dear, what's wrong?"

[Y/N] was wiping away tears, holding herself and struggling to keep a fake smile on her face. "N-nothing... g-good eve-ning, ma'am," she whispered, walking into the living room. "Is Peter h-here?"

May's eyes filled with concern. "On patrol."

"Oh..." [Y/N] paused momentarily before finding herself on the couch. She narrowed her eyes as more tears fell.

Peter's aunt tilted her head with sympathy. "Do you want me to fix you anything?," she asked, deciding it better to not approach the problem directly. "I was just about to make dinner."

[Y/N] nodded. "That'd be nice. I could help you.. if you want." She wiped her eyes.

"That's alright, hon," she said, making her way into the kitchen. "You just sit there and relax." She smiled, opening the pantry. "And wipe those tears, they'll do you no good."

May looked around the cabinet. "How does mac & cheese with ham sound, [Y/N]?"

"Great!," [Y/N] yelled back. It sounded as if she was seconds away from crying. May tried to ignore it. 'I swear if that clueless boy hurt her...'

She looked through the fridge to find more ingredients.

As she took things out, she racked her mind for anything she could be forgetting. [Y/N]'s sniffles were getting louder by the minute. 'Oh, that poor girl.'

What could have happened? Peter couldn't've broken up with her. He loved her. That much May was certain.

But there she sat, slouching over and nearly trembling.

Maybe the young girl was just at the Parker home for comfort from her boyfriend. A failed test having shook up her spirit or so.

"[Y/N], can you come over here?," May asked. I can't find the cheese."

"Y-yes ma'am!," she yelled back, taking a few seconds to compose herself.

Right as [Y/N]'s footsteps became closer, Aunt May yelled, "Oh, sorry! That's alright, I've found it!"

She closed the door to see [Y/N] right next to her, a small, polite smile on her tear-stained face. Her eyes were completely sunken.

May lifted her head, opening her mouth to speak, but before she could, her eyes fell on the calendar in front of her.

There were big underlined red letters in marker on the date.

*[Y/N]'S B-DAY!!! DON'T FORGET!!!!*

May gasped and stared at it for a while as she heard [Y/N] walking away to sit back on the couch. 'Peter forgot [Y/N]'s birthday.'

No wonder she looked so distraught. Anybody would be when someone close to them forgot something so important to them.

May went back into the living room. She sat on the couch beside [Y/N] and immediately reached for her. "Come here, hon. I've got you.."

[Y/N] looked down at her feet, as she felt fresh tears building up, and shook her head. She hated crying in front of May, especially when her nephew was the cause of it.

But the second May pulled her in for a hug, [Y/N] let go. She cried. Wept. "H-he forg-got-"

"I know, [Y/N]. I know," May mumbled. "He'd forget his own head if it weren't attached..." She tried to make her feel better, but there's only so much she could say.

Peter needed to come home.

"I-I kn-know he has responsi-b-bilities.. and I get that, and he tries and h-he does really good, but.. it still hurts," [Y/N] whimpered. "The little things, y'know?"

"Yeah," May whispered. "I know, kiddo..."

When May finally let go, [Y/N] cried a bit more. It was evident that this probably wasn't the first time Peter had forgotten something important. Ooh, the things May would say to him when he got home.

Which was 2 hours from then.

"I think it's about time for me to go home, Miss. Parker," [Y/N] said with a lopsided smile. "Thank you for the meal by the way."

"You're welcome, sweetie," May replied. "And hey, don't yell at him too much. My nephew is smart as a lick, but also an idiot at times."

"Sure thing," [Y/N] laughed. Lies. She wasn't gonna let Peter forget this.

"By the way, did you have a party or something?"

"Haha no," [Y/N] giggled. "Birthday parties are lame."

She walked to the door. As she turned the knob, both she and May heard a voice coming from upstairs.

"Aunt May, I'm home!"

They looked up, then to each other.

Peter energetically walked down the stairs, still with his suit on, to see his aunt and his girlfriend staring at him. "Oh my gosh, hey [Y/N]!" He sped over the give her a quick kiss on the cheek. He looked down with a smile. "New dress? What's the occasion?"

May rolled her eyes. [Y/N] furrowed her eyebrows. "So...you really did forget?," she asked, her eyes becoming glossy again. "You weren't too busy, you actually forgot?"

May looked over at [Y/N]. It was clear that she was in denial. She'd been telling herself that he was too busy. She been hoping that that's what it was.

Peter narrowed his eyes, a clueless smile still on his face. "Forgot what? The only thing I had set for today was patrol- which was incredibly boring by the way!" He gave an over-exaggerated yawn. "It's like all the criminals forgot to come out tonight! -Which I guess is pretty good once you think about it, but still!," he joked.

Well, that was even more of a slap in the face for [Y/N].

Not only had he completely forgotten her birthday. On top of that, he spent the entire afternoon probably sitting on the edge of a building. Doing absolutely nothing productive.

There was no city in danger. No drug run that needed busting. Not even a snot-nosed kid that fell off his bike.

It was just [Y/N] and her forgotten birthday.

"Jesus, Peter," May sighed. "Go check the calendar."

Peter, completely confused, walked into the kitchen.

Why were they acting so weird? What had he forgotten?

Walking further into the kitchen, his eyes fell on the calendar. He sped over to it. His jaw dropped at the sight.

*[Y/N]'S B-DAY!!! DON'T FORGET!!!!*

*DON'T FORGET*

*DON'T*

'Oh crap, I forgot!'

And just like that, Peter felt the weight of the world crash onto his shoulders. He slowly trudged back into the room after cursing himself out twelve thousand times.

"S-so, um.." He suddenly couldn't look anyone in the eye anymore. "May can w-we have the room for a quick second?"

Aunt May chuckled. "Oh, Peter. I think you're going to be in for a long second." She patted his shoulder. "You two go up to his room for this."

The walk to Peter's room was short and quiet. Neither teen looked at the other. The only sound was of their footsteps and [Y/N]'s quiet sniffling.

When they got there, Peter stood by his bed and [Y/N] stood my the door after closing it shut.

"So..um.... happy birthday?"

[Y/N] rolled her eyes. "Thanks," she said bitterly.

"Did you have a party?," he mumbled.

"No," she barely whispered. "Parties are lame..."

They stared in silence.

"I should probably go. My mom will call me if I'm not home in a few..."

"I really am sorry [Y/N-"

"-I let you lie to me," she cut him off sharply, causing him to finally look her in the eyes. "Over and over again I continue to let you lie to me." She pinched the bridge of her nose before she began to pace the room.

"-When you say you're with Ned but I just know you're actually doing some crap with Stark or something. When you need to get home early because May is worried when really you're actually just being obsessive again with your patrol- as if New York can't possibly survive without Spiderman for two seconds even though it has for hundreds of years!"

Peter watched as tears flowed freely down the sides of her face.

"-But the thing is, I don't even care when you lie!," she laughed angrily. "No harm no foul, right?!-No, the problem is...," she trailed off before pointing to herself and looking right into his eyes.

"-I get to dates on time...I find out from Aunt May when you might finally be getting home so that I can facetime you and make sure you're not stressed before you go to bed every night...I try to do everything for you."

Peter looked to the ground.

"- And the one time!," she sobbed out, pointing to him. "...the one time that I need you to be there you aren't, Peter." She stared off.

Peter finally found his voice. "I'm so sorry, [Y/N].."

"God, you're just so-!" She froze, pressing her lips together. "O-oh gosh..."

Peter watched with concern as she stopped telling and finally broke down completely. His heart broke as he led her to sit on his bed.

Immediately, as if snapping out of some sort of trance, she put up a hand and looked away, ashamed. "N-no, I'm sorry. T-that was just me ranting," she rushed out her words. "I-I know you have responsibilities a-and stuff and it's selfish for me to- You don't have to do anything, okay?!," she cried, looking away from him.

At that, Peter began to cry too. "No, [Y/N]. I'm the selfish one, alright? A-and I'll do whatever I can to fix it.."

"You can't, Peter."

"I'll try-"

"You.. can't, Pete!," she yelled, sitting on his bed, bringing him with her. "Because you already do!- You make sure I get to classes on time. You find ways to fit me in your crazy schedule from time to time..You let me know you love me.. t-that's all I need... You do everything that you can to make sure you're there with me.. I'm even amazed sometimes..."

She stared at the ground for a while before speaking again. "During the b-blip.. I was the only one in my family that didn't go..."

Peter gasped. He'd known she didn't blip, but he hadn't known that before.

"During that time, I aged... I learned... my life kept going on," she said quietly, almost sounding guilty. ".. while nobody I loved could see it." She put her head in her hands, shaking against Peter's side as he pulled her close. "And I was miserable..." Hiccups disturbed her talking. She wiped away her tears pitifully.

"-This was my first birthday after the blip... everyone I loved before, and now you... finally had an actual chance to see it with me." She looked up at him. "So when y-you didn't remember. I-I freaked...I-I'm sorry."

The two sat in silence for several minutes. Just crying. Staring.

And after a while, slowly, smiling.

"I made a big fool of myself, didn't I?," she giggled, finally actually calming down from the night she had.

"No," Peter replied, with an intense stare, standing up. "[Y/N], you know you have absolutely nothing to feel sorry for, right?," he smiled. "I'll work on me. But just know that I love you, okay?"

She smiled back, getting closer. "I do, Pete." She sat up, reaching for his neck. "Now come down here and gimme a big kiss..."

"Glad to see you two have made up, with the door closed." Aunt May stood at the -now open- door with her eyebrow raised.

The two teens quickly broke away. "Heh, sorry Aunt May," Peter chuckled.

"I'll allow it this time," she laughed. "Just don't forget her birthday again, you hear me Peter? Or next time, you deal with me."

"Loud and clear," he playfully saluted, hoping that May would just leave already. "Now... can you just, please?," he asked, politely gesturing for her to leave.

"Fine," she said. "Just don't go having any babies you two."

"Yes ma'am," [Y/N] smiled before crashing her lips into Peter's the second the door shut.

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jonughhtabobo-blog · 5 years

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While walking in a dark and hollow hallway alone, I hear different sounds rumbling inside my ears. I hear squeaking rats, hustling raspy echoes, and off-beat foot steps trembles behind me and suddenly, there's something whispering through my ears and it made me confuse for a bit. It refrained again and again. It says, Come with me. . . Come with me. . . Come with me. . . My sweat starts to pour throughout my body. Im shaking, It swallows me within my aghast core and it made me think that maybe, maybe there's someone bugging around me and i couldn't find anywhere else to escape for.

Kriinggggg!! Kringggg!!

Ken! Ken! Wake up! It's already 7:00am! Do you have any plan to go to school or what? Get up and fix yourself as fast as you can. Hurry!!!

Uhhh, yes myma. I really thought that I was existing in that situation. Okay Kennedy, calm down, it's just a dream, nothing to worry. *sighs* Thank God that I'm still alive. Maybe I should get up now and fix myself so that I can go to that school inhabited with noxious personalities, again.

And here we go again, the witchy bitch approaching. Oh hello kranky kennedy, sweetie cupcake, apple pie! how are you? Debura said. Did you eat well your breakfast? Hmm, i guess yes! because both the food and your plate you've eaten! ahaha! i pity you darling. haha kidding! okay girls let's go. Bye bye sweetie! see you around. Ahaha. freak! Debura said together with her foolish and insecure friends. Such a amazing way to start my day again huh. *sighs* Bullies there, bullies here, bullies everywhere! I'm tired dealing with such persons. But i have no choice, i need to go to school. Tsk, sometimes i'm looking forward that what if, what if I... Hmm, never mind. Just get through it Kennedy. You can survive! Just keep fighting!

Before anything else, I'm Kennedy Jinx Clinton. I'm the only child, and my parents are no longer exist because of a plane crash happened about 8 year's ago. Only my grandma and grandpa who raised me till i grow up. I'm only 10 years old since the day of the accident happened. To be honest, I'm not yet recovered to that incident even if it took a lot of years to moved on. It's almost 10 years but it's still fresh and new for me. A long time, days, months, and years is not enough to forget easily about what happened to them. Maybe it should take a decade of downcasts, and a century full of sorrows and anguish to run-in. I've been so dumb, and selfish. I have no any idea how to save them that day cause all day long I'm just laying down my bed and just cry until the sunrise come up. I'm so tired of my life. I feel so useless, piece of trash, selfish and dumb. I'm just a nobody human being who lives with deep agony with this cruel world.

Teacher speaks. Okay class, turn the page to 112. Answer the following questions and pass it as you finished. Understand?

Yes ma'am. Class replied. Okay good. I'll leave just for a minute. Don't make some noise class.

Hey dude! Look at ken, she's so weird right? Jeff said. Yes she is bro. The way she acts, the way she dressed, and everything that she is. She's so weirdo!! Haha. Hmm, i have a bright idea. Gip, give me some crumpled paper. Oh wait! Also a tiny rock. Hurry! "Uhm, okay. Here." Gip said. "Thanks! So there you are. I'll put some rock for a great impact and a little message, "FREAKY WITCHY WEIRDO". The both of them laugh's." Okay gip, throw it!

"Ouch!" Kennedy said. "What's this? Free-aky witch-yy w-e-ird-o?" Kennedy get embarrassed. "Who did this?!! Who did this?!!!" Ken shouted at the class but her classmates just laughing at her. "Anyone? Who did this?!" The whole class still laughing at her. Ken leaves the room in shame and crying. "Vengeance is mine evil wicked people!" Ken said. Kennedy ran off to home and after she arrives, she locked up herself in bedroom. "This place is where I can find happiness. Full of serenity, silence, and just beautiful to stay at. Am I right? *Yes you are ken* something whisper's. Well now, all we have to do is to get enjoy with our game! Hahahaha. Are you all excited?" Kennedy talked to herself. She's about 2 weeks absent and now, her grandma and grandpa gets worried about Kennedy's situation because she's been imprisoned herself more than 3 weeks and not even eaten yet. "Ken? Can you come outside? Please? I can help you my darling. Myma and Pypa loves you so much. Please our pretty darling, come out now. We missed you so much." Myma said.

Kennedy isn't responds.

"Kennedy please, come outside. Are you trying to kill yourself?!"

Kennedy throw something in the door and myma got shocked because of its loud impact. "Ken! What's wrong with you?! Are you insane? Why did you do this things? Did you know that im hurting seeing you like that? We're just concerned to you our darling so please, come outside." Myma said.

Nooo!!!!! *Ken banged the door* I don't want to come outside!!! I'm happy being alone. I'm happy being like this so please, get out! I want to be alone. I'm tired living my life like this. I'm tired treated like a underdog. Tired being hurted and tired being in pain. I'm tired!! Very tired!! But ken, you must stay positive. We're just waiting for you to reach out. We want you to be open to us. We can talk everything that bothers you darling. Please?

The surrounding covered with echoes delicates with tears. The glimpse of sorrows gives deep scars inside my utmost interior of sadcasm. Where should I be headed on? How could I escape when demons already invading my mind.

How could I?

How should I?

Everything is not working good.

Everything starts to fall apart.

Everything,

Everything will gonna ended tragically soon.

I wanted to shout help but,

Demons keeps in touch inside my core.

It's full of acquired adore.

I cutted my head off and blood seems to flow all over my body and throughout my room.

Sorry, but i just want to end everything inside me and I can't help but to reach my desires to end this all sufferings.

#SHORTSTORY. #CreativeWriting.

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acescreations · 5 years

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Moody Manipulations - Patton

[Part 2 to the Connected Youtuber Ego Universe(CYEU) stories I'm doing on Amino.]

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Roman Sanders, Thomas Sanders, Elliott (Cartoon Therapy), Kai (Cartoon Therapy), Lauren (Cartoon Therapy), Missy Sanders [background character], Pranks Sanders [refrenced], Mitchell (Cartoon Therapy) [mentioned]

Warnings: Patton has a really bad day, cries, and hides his emotions, Patton also has a retail job I feel like I should mention that, Mitchell is implied to be a little b*tch, Patton gets verbally abused

Word Count: 1798

It really didn't take me long to figure out what my emotions do. Whenever I was happy, things went right in the world, and when I was sad things went wrong. At first I thought it was a coincidence, but the correlation was too obvious to be chance. After that, I always did my best to stay in a good mood. I'd do things I enjoy, and avoid people and things that upset me.

I have to admit, staying happy became a lot harder. It almost seemed like a job at this point, since it was my responsibility to be happy. I still tried my hardest despite this, and when I was happy, hearing about all the good things happening in the world put me in an even better mood. Though that did go both ways, and hearing about bad things happening made me more upset, so I eventually decided to not look at the news when I was already uspet.

This was all a pretty good strategy for keeping my mood up, but one day everything went wrong, and I had no idea how to stay happy then.

I was heading down to my job at the local retail store and I bumped into someone on the street. "Whoops! Sorry about that." They said nothing, and just kept walking. I was surprised I didn't see them sooner. They had a head full of messy green hair along with bright blue eyes. I didn't really think much of it, after all, it was a busy street, people run into each other all the time. Once I got to my job, I saw my best friend getting his stuff. It looked like he was leaving, but we were supposed to be on the same shift today. I walked up to him as he was putting his hat on. "What's going on Chase? Are you leaving?" He turned to me with a sigh. "Yeah, I just got fired. I have no idea how I'm gonna pay for my date with Stacy now."

"Oh, geez." I was pretty disappointed myself. I always looked forward to the days when we worked together. "Well, good luck on finding a new job, I guess." Chase nodded as he walked past me. "Yeah, I guess."

I sighed as he left. This job was going to get a lot harder without him here. But, I still had my job to do, so I put on my name tag and I clocked in.

After a while of uneventful work, a woman came in and slammed a box of party supplies onto the counter. "I need to return these," she demanded.

"Okay ma'am," I said, a little nervous, "do you have the receipt?"

"No, but I don't need this anymore. I never needed it, so give me a refund on it!"

"I'm sorry, but can't return anything without proof of purchase." I had never had one of these conversations before, and this lady was really intimidating.

"I'm not keeping stuff my husband bought as a prank! Of course you teenagers don't care about how much money all this costs, you probably get handed money just so you can spend it all on stupid parties, don't you?"

Of course, I didn't actually do any of that, but she didn't know that, and I wasn't allowed to tell her that. "I want to help you, but I can't give you a refund on anything without a receipt."

The woman let out a frustrated growl. "I don't have time for this." She stormed out of the store, leaving the box on the counter. I allowed myself a sad sigh as I picked up the box and moved it off the counter, putting on a brand new smile as the next person in the line brought up their stuff. "Good afternoon, did you find everything you were looking for?"

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By the end of my shift, I was exhausted. I wanted to call someone for a ride home, but my phone had died, so I had to walk. To make matters worse, I saw a cat that had been hit by a car on the side of the road. By that point, I was barely holding back tears, although I kept telling myself to stay cheerful, which only made it harder. I decided that I'd have a few cookies to cheer myself up when I got home.

I walked through the door, and saw Logan and Thomas sitting on the couch, watching the news. Obviously, it was all bad news. Logan turned off the TV as they both turned to me. "Bad day?" I must have looked pretty upset, because I never told Thomas about what my emotions do, but something must have prompted him to ask that. I just shrugged. I didn't want to talk about it, because I felt like I'd break down in tears if I did. I walked past them wordlessly and went into my room to change out of my work clothes. When I walked back out, I was determined to improve my mood, so I put on a smile and went to get that cookie, but I opened the cookie jar to find that it was empty. "When did we finish the cookies?" I asked to anyone who was listening. Thomas spoke up from the living room. "I'm pretty sure Lauren finished them with Roman and Virgil." I wanted to be upset about this, but I was determined to stay positive.

It's okay Patton, you can just make some more. That should be fun, that should make you happy.

I began taking out ingredients, but it turned out we were out of a flour, sugar, and eggs. That was definitely a disappointment. I told myself I'd be able to get through it anyway.

After that, though, was when I completely lost composure. Elliott walked out of their room, their shoulders hanging as they sat down next to Thomas on the couch. Logan looked up from where he was reading on the other end of the couch. "Mitchell left another message today." I overheard them saying. My heart broke in sympathy for my parent, and I quickly walked out of the kitchen and into my room, barely even trying to hold back tears anymore.

As soon as I was alone in my room, I collapsed to the floor, letting out all the sobbing my day had been leading up to. I don't know how loud I was being, but after wiping tears from my eyes, I looked up and I was surrounded by my family, all with faces of varying levels of concern and sympathy. Once my crying slowed, Virgil, eho was sitting in front of me, said "Hey, what's wrong?" I lowered my head onto my knees. "Bad day," I muttered, overcome with guilt for how many people I must have gotten hurt today. "Patton," I heard Logan say at my right, "you can't keep getting upset at yourself for being upset." I shook my head. "No, you don't understand," I said.

"I'm pretty sure I do, and Patton," Logan continued, "you're going to have your ups and downs, and it'll be less... disastrous if you just let the bad days be just a little bad. The world can take a little bit of misfortune, believe me."

I looked up at him, confused. "Are you saying you-"

"Yes Patton, and for your information I regularly keep up on the news so I can tell how your feeling. And yes," Logan continued, "everyone else knows too."

"Oh." I looked around at everyone, unsure of how I never found out.

"So why don't you just tell us what's going on today?" Virgil asked, scooting over to sit next to me. I shrugged, not really sure when exactly my day started going terribly. "Well on the way to work I bumped into this guy, which I really didn't mind that much, but after that I found out my friend got fired," I then just started stating everything that happened that day. I didn't mean to, really, I just started talking and then I couldn't stop myself. Once I was finished, Roman gave me a thoughtful look. "What did the guy on the street look like?" I blinked at him, confused as to why he was questioning that. "Well, he had blue eyes, and really messy green hair."

"What was he wearing?"

"I dunno, this big wavy coat?"

"Roman," Logan sighed, "what does this have to do with anything?" Roman didn't answer, despite everyone beong equally confused. He just stood up, muttered something about "Marvin" and walked out. "I have a hunch about something, I'll be back, hopefully with good news." Thomas sighed and shook his head after Roman left the house. "That boy, honestly. Anyway, how about me and Elliott go get those ingredients you were needing? You can just stay here and relax."

"No!" I said, a little too frantically. "I-it's just," I mumbled, "you could get hurt."

"It's fine," Logan said. "Camden's got an eye on the TV, and things are improving. They should be able to get there and back safely." Camden was the name Logan gave his familiar. I slowly nodded, and Virgil stood up and grabbed my hand. "All right, now you come here and watch some TV." I stood up and followed him as he led me to the couch, Logan, Kai, and Lauren following behind while Thomas and Elliott got ready to go to the store. Me and Virgil sat next to each other on the couch, Logan sitting a small distance away while Kai and Lauren sat near us.

After a while of watching Steven Universe, Roman burst back through the door. "Patton, you will have to worry about this misfortune no longer!"

"O-okay. Um, what did you do?" I asked.

"Well that person you bumped into, I'm actually acquainted to him. He calls himself Marvin the Magnificent. He claims to be a magician, but for as long as I knew him he couldn't do any actual magic. Turns out he got magic powers through a deal with a demon or something, and he had to agree to curse you with misfortune." He sat down on my other side, so now I had one sibling at both of my sides. "I talked him into releasing the curse," he said, probably more casually than what the situation would call for.

"Okay, thanks then," I said, despite Roman already being immersed in the show. We continued watching until Thomas and Elliott returned with the baking supplies, then Virgil, Thomas, and Lauren joined me in baking cookies. Once I tasted one of the cookies from out of the oven, I figured that the day wouldn't be as bad as it had been.

#patton sanders #sanders sides #roman sanders #logan sanders #thomas sanders #virgil sanders #cartoon therapy #marvin the magnificent #elliott #kai #lauren #chase brody #stacy brody #missy #pranks #missy and pranks #mitchell #bad writing #writing tag

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allmyloveavery · 7 years

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I’ve been thinking ~ J.A.

A/N: I WROTE SOME ANGST FOR Y’ALLSO BUCKLE THE FUCK UP (pls keep in my mind I'm new to this and have no fucking clue what I’m doing) PLEASE DON’T KILL ME BECAUSE OF THE ENDING I MIGHT DO A PART 2 IF YOU GUYS REALLY WANT IT IDK LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. keep in mind this is fictional and I don’t know anything about Jack. THANKS AGAIN TO MY GIRLIE @nightsspentthinking for proofreading, you’re the best ily

REQUESTED? : @horan-laurie requested a jack imagine so I’m here to deliver. Hope you like it, love! (blame everyone that told me to make it angst instead of fluff if you’re not okay after reading this)

SUMMARY: Your 1 year anniversary with your boyfriend Jack is coming up and you couldn’t be happier about it until you get some shocking news and things go horribly wrong and someone gets hurt.

It was a rainy day in November and you were sitting in front of your fireplace with a big mug of coffee and your favorite book that you had read a billion times, but still made you smile like it did the first time. Your phone buzzed and you saw it was a text from your boyfriend Jack. You and Jack had been together for quite a while, and your one year anniversary was actually coming up really soon, two days to be exact. You had already taken the day off from work to go surprise Jack on your anniversary and take him out to dinner. You were so stoked to take him to his favorite restaurant and just spend time with him. Excited to see what Jack had to say you unlock your phone and go look at the message. “Hey Y/N can you come over?” it read. Eager to see your favorite person in the world, you immediately text back that you’ll be over in 20 minutes and after that, you run upstairs to change out of your sweats into something cute. Once you throw on something you think looks somewhat decent and cute you grab your bag and get into the car.

When you get to the house and ring the doorbell Jack opens the door and greets you, but something was off. He seemed distant unlike usual. You had to admit it upset you a little but you shake it off thinking he might just be having a bad day. After about 30 minutes of talking, he still seems a little distant and you can’t take it any longer. “Jack, are you okay? You seem kind of out of it.” He looks up at you and swallows hard. “I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about something”. Suddenly you get very anxious, a million thoughts and scenarios going through your mind and your heart sank to your stomach. He has never been this serious and you had no idea what he could possibly want to talk about. You take a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes “You know you can tell me anything right? I’m always here for you”. You give him a sympathetic smile but he can read the concern in your eyes. “You might want to sit down for this Y/N”. You have a feeling where the conversation might go but you pray it’ll turn out to be about something else. All you manage to get out is a whispered “okay” before sitting down next to Jack on the couch.

“Okay so uh…we need to talk” he says as he looks down at the floor. You feel the world around you crumble as you start realizing that in fact, what you were afraid of was happening. ‘We need to talk’ is not a sentence that ends well you think to yourself. You rub the back of your neck a little with your right hand and sigh. “Go on Jack, just say it. Don’t beat around the bush”. He shuffles and he finally makes eye contact. He takes a deep breath and tries to grab your hand, but you pull away scared of what he’s about to tell you. “I’ve been thinking this over and this…this was never going to work out”. You feel your eyes burn and you fight the urge to cry, you were not going to let him see you cry. You put your head in your hands for a second, trying to think of a response. When you finally do speak up all you can say is: “How long have you felt this way?”

He stays quiet for a while but when he breaks the silence all he says is: “about a month”. You can practically hear your fragile heart shatter into a million pieces, but you try to hold your head up high. “I thought things were going great” is all you managed to get out. “You can’t tell me that you haven’t thought about it too Y/N.” Your puzzled expression at his words quickly turns into an angry one. “What is that supposed to mean?” “Oh come on we barely see each other anymore, it’s just not gonna last and you know it”. Offended by his words you snap back, “You and I both know we don’t see each other because of the tour. I’ve tried calling you every night but you’re just super busy all of the time and I’ve accepted that you’re doing your thing and chasing your dream, so don’t you dare pin this on me, Avery”. “Listen, I never meant to hurt you and I’m not pinning this on you, don’t make me out to be the bad guy”. “I just don’t understand Jack, I gave you everything” you exclaim fighting the tears. “I just feel like we’ve grown apart” he looks down not wanting to face you. “Why did you have to wait 2 days before our anniversary to tell me this huh why didn’t you do it a month ago?” “It’s not that easy Y/N”. You feel your fists clench “why is it not that easy Jack? I loved you and you couldn’t even be honest with me about your feelings, only to tear me apart two days before our fucking anniversary” while you exclaimed the last few words your voice cracked, you didn’t want to cry because you were too damn prideful to give into it, but it was getting harder and harder. “Well, what did you expect? Did you think I would tell you the instant I thought about it? I didn’t want to feel like this but I do” he almost yells at you. “I just don’t understand how you can keep up the whole charade, making me think we were fine while you wanted to break up with me and I was head over heels for you?” You look down not wanting to look at him in fear of crying if you do. “Well, what do you want me to say? do you want me to lie and say I still love you?”. That comment hit you hard, it was like a stab in the back. “Fine we’re done, I hate you, Jack Avery. I never want to see you again” you grab your stuff and storm out, not wanting to hear what the curly haired boy had to say. You slam the front door before getting in your car and blasting the radio at 100% volume. With that, you drive off into the night.

Your vision starts to blur from the tears, they’re not even sad tears at this point, you’re just angry. Angry that you didn’t realize how Jack felt, that he had been distant for much longer and most importantly for letting him break your heart. At this point, you had begun sobbing and in the split second it took you to wipe your tears away, it was already too late. You hadn’t realized that while crying you had slightly swerved into the next lane and before you can react to the honking and headlights coming closer to you, everything becomes a blur and then it happens you crash into the other vehicle and everything goes black. You can still vaguely hear a voice yell at you in the distance “are you okay? I’m going to call 911 stay with me please”. You want to respond but you’re unable to, after a while you hear the sirens of the ambulance and they break open your car to get you out. “Ma'am? Are you still with us?” You hear one of the paramedics say but you’re still not able to respond. It’s like you’re trapped, your vision is blurred and you can’t speak but you can still hear voices in the distance. “You hear one of the paramedics say something along the lines of ‘call her emergency contact’ to someone. "Jack” you think. You try to focus on what the paramedic is saying but you can’t quite catch everything. “Good evening sir, this is Robert Hale I’m a paramedic and I’m calling about an accident that has happened…you’re the emergency contact for the victim miss Y/L/N she’s in a very bad state” you can’t hear the rest of the conversation but you did hear the last sentence, you weren’t able to respond in any way but for some reason you still felt a tear roll down your cheek as you heard the paramedic say what would be the last thing you heard before blacking out completely: “okay well you have the address of the hospital if you change your mind, sir”.

#jack avery angst #jack avery #why don't we #why don't we music #why don't we band #why don't we boys #why don't we imagines #jack avery imagine #corbyn besson #zach herron #jonah marais #daniel seavey

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