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| short story about my spidersona, sammy, and his gwen stacy variant. was super bored lol.
| tw : death , blood .
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| 9 pm. I had been patrolling for a few minutes now, swinging from building to building. checking alleys. making sure the big apple was safe and sound. although there was always something happening. i didnโ€™t see anything big. sighing as i sat down on the ledge of a rooftop.
CRASH!
I was jumped out of my thoughts, glancing down at the alley right next to me. was someone in there? maybe it was just an animal. either way, i got up and used my webs to get to the ground. walking into the dark hall that could have anything in it. I heard a soft grunt come from behind the trashcans.
I pulled my mask over my face, the holographic orange of my suit giving me enough light to see through the darkness.
โ€œhello?โ€
i stepped carefully , then saw someone lying on the floor. Not someone, a certain villain. X. There were rips in his suit, scratches. deep cuts. blood gushing out, staining the fabric. he looked weak. Despite my hatred, i felt worried.
โ€œholy shit.โ€ I muttered, quickly going over and sitting down next to him. putting my hand on his neck to check his pulse.
shallow, weak.
he coughed, reaching his hand out. like he wanted me to take it. i hesitated, but i took it into mine. his blood staining my gloves. i didnโ€™t know why i didnโ€™t just call the police right then and there. lock this guy up. it just felt.
different.
he finally spoke, his voice rough and hoarse. nothing like how it usually was.
โ€œits fine. im- โ€œ he was interrupted by a cough,
โ€œim fine.โ€
โ€œyouโ€™re not fine! youโ€™re losing blood.โ€
โ€œiโ€™ve gotten worse injuries.โ€
โ€œhow did this even happen.โ€
โ€œjust got into a wrong fight.โ€ he coughed again, i could tell it was hard for him to breathe under his mask. i reached out to take his mask off. but his hand stopped mine.
โ€œno.โ€
i looked confused. no?
โ€œwhat?โ€
he was silent for a moment. i could hear his shallow breathing.
โ€œjust.. no.โ€
โ€œyou need fresh air.โ€
he cut me off. sounding serious.
โ€œsam.โ€
โ€œplease.โ€
I was about to speak again, but i froze. how did he know my name? my grip on his hand loosened slightly. matter of fact. only one person called me sam.
and suddenly it felt like I couldnโ€™t breathe.
โ€œhow do you..โ€
I shook off his hand, pulling his mask up and off. and it all made sense. the nights elias had stayed out for so late, the scars.
was everything a lie?
โ€œsammy, baby. iโ€™m sorry.โ€ elias mumbled. his voice shaky with pain in it. I didnโ€™t know what to say. My gaze ran over his wounds, his unrepairable wounds.
i felt tears in my eyes, was this real life? i was about to speak. but he placed his hand on my cheek, lifting my mask up lazily. my lips parted slightly, a tear fell down my face.
โ€œhow long?โ€ i muttered.
โ€œa year or two.โ€
โ€œwhy did you.. how.โ€ I let out a frustrated groan.
โ€œwhy are you such an idiot?!โ€
he chuckled, coughing halfway through it. blood trickling down to his chin. i frowned. he took a few shallow breaths, gazing up at me with his brown eyes that i loved so much.
they looked dull.
A soft sob left my lips. he sat up weakly, grunting softly. shushing me. my shaky hand reached into my pocket, taking out my phone. blood smeared slightly on the screen. and i blinked back my tears. I had to help him. i had to get him help. i was about to dial the numbers, but he gently took my phone. and set it down.
โ€œitโ€™s too late.โ€
โ€œno.โ€ i cried.
โ€œyes.โ€ he stroked my dirty blonde hair, he always said he loved it. the way it was soft, the color of it. everything. how it reminded him of the sand of the beaches in his hometown, in italy.
โ€œlisten to me. iโ€™m going to die.โ€
โ€œNo youโ€™re not. not if i call for help.โ€
โ€œsamuel.โ€ he said softly, i shut up. looking at him.
โ€œno matter what, im losing too much .. blood. i know you want to play hero. like you always .. do.โ€ he kept pausing in between his words to breathe, and my heart felt like it was going to explode.
โ€œi canโ€™t do it without you.โ€ i mumbled.
โ€œyou can.. and you will. i did this to myself.โ€
โ€œi canโ€™t.โ€ i tried to plead with him, but nothing worked.
โ€œyouโ€™re strong. i know .. you can.โ€
he let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes. i knew he was in pain. and i wish i could take it all away.
โ€œyou canโ€™t die. please. not like this.โ€
โ€œbaby, itโ€™s my time and you know it. thereโ€™s no saving me.โ€
โ€œi donโ€™t want my last moments in a stupid.. room. full of chemicals. hooked up to a machine.. i want it with you.โ€
โ€œi hate you.โ€ i sniffled, he gently wiped my tears away.
โ€œi hate you so much Eli.โ€ a sob left my lips, he took my hand and squeezed it. it wasnโ€™t very hard, though i know he was using all his strength.
โ€œi love you. okay? donโ€™t ever.. forget that.โ€
i could see he was losing consciousness. and i panicked.
โ€œno.โ€ โ€œno, no, no.โ€ i placed my hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes . they were half lidded. shallow breaths leaving his lips.
โ€œstay with me elias, please. you canโ€™t leave me.โ€
a tear fell down his cheek, he weakly leaned forward. placing a gentle kiss on my lips. i leaned into it, wanting to hold it forever. and ever. and ever. his grip on my hand loosened.
pulling away from me. he gave a weak smile. i pulled him into a hug, burying my face into his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around me. as tight as he could.
we stayed like that for a while. i donโ€™t remember the amount of times i muttered , โ€˜i love you.โ€™
i felt his arms loosen. and i couldnโ€™t feel his heartbeat against mine anymore. and i let go. sobbing uncontrollably. was this even actually happening? i felt so dizzy. dizzy from the headache i had from the robbery i had to save earlier, dizzy from how hungry i was, dizzy from the amount of tears that ran down my face.
No matter what, i never let go of him. Never. I donโ€™t know how much time passed. but i felt a hand on my shoulder, it made me jump. but i didnโ€™t look up.
A gruff voice spoke from behind me, the manโ€™s grip on my shoulder tightened.
โ€œHey, i know youโ€™re upset. but you have to get up.โ€
i didnโ€™t respond, i was silent. I couldnโ€™t cry anymore. there were no more tears left to.
โ€œAre you listening to me?โ€
He shook my shoulder, then groaned.
โ€œDรญos mio.โ€
He crouched down next to me, forcefully pulling me away from Elias. I struggled against him. watching how Eliassโ€™s body fell with a horrified look. he put his hands on my blood stained cheeks, pulling my gaze away.
โ€œhey, hey, donโ€™t look at him.โ€
I swallowed harshly, trying to move my head away. but the man was stronger than me.
โ€œStop it.โ€ He grunted out.
My eyes ran over his appearance. He looked.. like a hero? of some sort. there was a red spider on his suit. his suit some sort of dark blue, glowing red features.
I spoke my first words in hours.
โ€œwho are you?โ€
His head turned towards me, he pressed some things on his watch thingy. it looked cool. and his mask came off. like a hologram. he had tan skin, dark brown slicked back hair. a cold look in his red-ish eyes.
โ€œMiguel Oโ€™hara.โ€
i saw fangs in his mouth as he spoke, freaky.
โ€œim from another dimension.
and iโ€™d like to recruit you to my team.โ€
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
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| UGHHHHHH THEY DESERVED SM BETTER BUT I HAD TO DO IT .
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๐ฌ๐ก๐š๐๐ž.
๐–ฆน โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐–ฆน
โ€œwhatโ€™s your favorite color?โ€œ
I say black.
But they say itโ€™s a shade.
a shade? but throughout my life i was told it was color.
did they lie?
my head hurts.
is it a shade or a color?
my thoughts feel all jumbled.
what is a shade.
what even is a color?!
what if black wanted to be a color?
would you deny it?
i feel like black sometimes.
im a color. I know it. but they swear,
IM A SHADE.
even if i was a shade, canโ€™t i be a color? a normal color?
maybe itโ€™d be too hard. no one would understand.
so instead of black,
I say red.
thatโ€™s what everyone around me says.
Because its a color.
๐—ป๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—ฎ ๐˜€๐—ต๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ. โ€‹
๐–ฆน โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ ๐’Šน๏ธŽ โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐–ฆน
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me : โ€œ im gonna write something today!! โ€
writers block :
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The last fictional character in your camera roll is who you marry:
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โ€œdo I look different?โ€
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- ๊งโœฉโœฌโœฉโœฌ๊ง‚ -โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
A question ive heard from almost everyone ive known. Including myself. They look in a mirror, dreading the way they look. The way they sound. The way they act.
But how could a kid possibly hate how they look?
โ€œIโ€™m too skinny. im too fat. I wish I was brunette. Or maybe blond. I wish I had curls like her, I wish my hair was straighter than a ruler.โ€
โ€œIf I throw myself on a field, waving my abs around. Am I macho? Or cool? Call a gay kid a slur? Maybe itโ€™ll hide my obvious interest in men.โ€
Highschoolers are fake. The hallways? Filled with drama, and chaos. The moment I turned 13 I knew my life was over. I had to care about being cool, or liking this or liking that or liking her. Sometimes my head hurts because heโ€™s so handsome, and sheโ€™s so gorgeous.
โ€œJust donโ€™t be gay. Thatโ€™s weird.โ€
Iโ€™m weird.
Change your hair. Fix your attitude. Why do you dress like that? Your stupid. Your fat. No, youโ€™re skinny. Oh fuck, now youโ€™re fat and stupid!
But.
Have you eaten lately?
โ€œYou look different now.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re different.โ€
I know im different. You remind me. They remind me.
I look around at my classmates. Blonde, brunette, black, white, tan. Girls, boys, trans guys and girls.
Why the fuck does it matter if she screwed that guy? Or if he lost his virginity. Why does it matter if that girl wants to be a guy? Or that guy wants to be a girl?
There is so much hate.
Weโ€™re only kids. we canโ€™t be kids forever. Donโ€™t you listen to your parents? Enjoy your youth. Donโ€™t cause drama. You say you listen, yet there are still huge numbers in suicide cases for teenagers. And what are the teachers doing? The parents? Adults that are supposed to protect us from this.
Keep us safe.
โ€œI canโ€™t stop crying. Iโ€™m so hungry but mom says Iโ€™ll be skinny soon.โ€
Why is it that we revolve everything around weight? Let me give you an example. A mother has twins. Theyโ€™re healthy. One just.. puts on a little more weight. Instead of helping, do you know what her mother says?
โ€œYouโ€™re so fat.โ€
And it starts. The disorder. Yes, she loses weight. Becomes โ€œpopularโ€ with the girls and the jocks and sheโ€™s finally happy?
Throwing up your food makes you happy?
You can have so much sex. Drink so much booze. Smoke a shit ton of weed. But letโ€™s face the facts.
weโ€™re just kids and the world is laughing at us.
Donโ€™t you remember? Climbing up on daddyโ€™s lap, laughing, unaware of the cruel ass world. Butโ€” even then. We were so mean.
โ€œI know my dad, do you?โ€
โ€œMy mom said your dad cheated on your mom and left. Hah! So funny!โ€
โ€œMy mom and dad said they loved eachother, so why do they fight?โ€
โ€œMy dad hit me last night. He said it was an accident. He smelled funny.โ€
โ€œMy mom looks at me weird after dad left.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t see my parents much.โ€
I donโ€™t think they notice, they shape our lives. They just like to criticize and criticize. And when we break. They yell at us and break us down. Like weโ€™re the ones in the wrong.
โ€œDepression isnโ€™t real.โ€
โ€œTeenagers are so exhausting.โ€
โ€œSo dramatic.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s not a big deal.โ€
To them, we are nothing if we complain. If we feel pain, or cry, or hurt. Weโ€™re dramatic because we never went through their struggle. Oh no. Itโ€™s not like weโ€™re a whole new generation. No! Weโ€™re just dumb kids.
I donโ€™t blame them. Their parents werenโ€™t exactly uh.. stable. So they grow around this hate, pass that hate to us. And they wonder why we hate coming home. Why we HATE hearing,
โ€œoh your just like your dad! You look so much like your mom!โ€
I spend hours. Changing myself. Taking nice pictures.
hey. I think I like this guy.
I should totally go for it, right?
They date. Everything was bliss. Then a random text.
โ€œHey, can you send?โ€
What? Send what?
โ€œNudes. Duh.โ€
Iโ€™ve never done that. she says.
โ€œDonโ€™t be a fucking baby.โ€
Iโ€™m with family.
โ€œJust go in your bathroom.โ€
she did it of course. We all want validation. We crave it. Even if it will kill us. I donโ€™t get the appeal.
I donโ€™t get the appeal of being an asshole. Forcing yourself onto people, forcing them to vape or send weird pictures or.. kill themselves. Just donโ€™t be a dick!
Be a kid.
Iโ€™m tired of the voices screaming at me, saying I suck. Iโ€™m an idiot.
I know!
They call me names, I go home and.. the feeling swallows me up. Itโ€™s the same thing over and over again. The same cycle. Iโ€™m tired of it! I want to be different! I want to look different.
why canโ€™t I be DIFFERENT?!
I feel panic swallow me whole. The only thing I can hear is my ac wind blowing. Everything else is gone. And im.. okay.
Moral of the story? Be kind.
Oh! One last thing. I just need an opinion.
โ€œDo I look different?โ€
โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”- ๊งโœฉโœฌโœฉโœฌ๊ง‚ -โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”
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toodleloos ยท 7 months ago
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๐Ÿ“š โ€” ๐ง๐ž๐ฐ.
โ€œ ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฌ.
๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ค๐™™๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™–๐™ก๐™ก ๐™„ ๐™จ๐™–๐™ฌ.
๐™„ ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™–๐™  ๐™—๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎโ€™๐™™ ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ง๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™ก๐™–๐™ช๐™œ๐™.
๐™‡๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™™๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™จ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™›๐™ง๐™ค๐™ข ๐™– ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ข๐™š๐™™๐™ฎ.
๐˜พ๐™–๐™ข๐™š ๐™›๐™ž๐™ง๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™ž๐™ค๐™™.
๐™„ ๐™ง๐™–๐™ž๐™จ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™, ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™ฅ๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™จ ๐™„ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ.
๐™„ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™ก๐™š๐™™โ€” ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฅ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™™โ€” ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ.
๐™’๐™๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ. ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™›๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ก๐™–๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง. ๐™›๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™จ.
๐˜ฝ๐™ช๐™ฉ ๐™ž๐™ฉ ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™—๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง. ๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ข๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™๐™จ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ก๐™ž๐™ ๐™š ๐™จ๐™š๐™˜๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™™๐™จ.
๐™๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ก ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™–๐™ก๐™œ๐™š๐™—๐™ง๐™– ๐™˜๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฌ.
๐™ƒ๐™š๐™ง ๐™๐™–๐™ž๐™ง ๐™›๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฏ๐™ฏ๐™ฎ, ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™œ๐™ก๐™–๐™จ๐™จ๐™š๐™จ ๐™˜๐™ง๐™–๐™˜๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™š๐™–๐™˜๐™ ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ข๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™›๐™š๐™ก๐™ก ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™—๐™ค๐™ค๐™ ๐™จ.
๐˜ผ๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™ก๐™–๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™š๐™™ ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™™๐™จ ๐™Ÿ๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™–๐™จ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™ฎ ๐™™๐™ž๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™ฉ๐™ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š.
๐˜พ๐™–๐™ข๐™š ๐™–๐™ก๐™œ๐™š๐™—๐™ง๐™–.
๐™„ ๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™–๐™ฎ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™ž๐™š๐™ฉ, ๐˜ฟ๐™ค๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™ฎ ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ .
๐™๐™๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™–๐™˜๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™˜๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™›๐™ค๐™ง ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง.
๐™๐™๐™š ๐™œ๐™ž๐™ง๐™ก ๐™ง๐™–๐™ž๐™จ๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™,
๐™„ ๐™จ๐™–๐™ฌ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ช๐™จ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™จ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™›๐™–๐™˜๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™จ๐™๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™จ ๐™˜๐™–๐™ก๐™ก๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ.
๐™Ž๐™๐™š ๐™›๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ช๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ. ๐™Ž๐™ฉ๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ก ๐™จ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™–๐™ž๐™™ ๐™– ๐™ฃ๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™š๐™งโ€” ๐™– ๐™ฌ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฃ๐™ช๐™ข๐™—๐™š๐™ง.
๐™œ๐™ž๐™œ๐™œ๐™ก๐™š๐™จ ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฌ๐™๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฅ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ ๐™›๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ง๐™ค๐™ค๐™ข.
๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™š ๐™ข๐™ค๐™˜๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™œ๐™ž๐™œ๐™œ๐™ก๐™š๐™จ
๐™—๐™š๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐™ข๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š. โ€
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