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Should I finish 'Don't You Want Me' or 'I'm Not A Nobody' for now?

[claritywords]

I’m Not A Nobody

Hey Guys! I know I haven’t updated in a while but here’s another imagine. It’s NOT part of the last one and I’m SO sorry if it’s just as bad. Anyways, here it is!

WARNINGS: Nothing really, except for a little cursing in the beginning and kinda/sorta mugging that’s stopped before it starts

The smell of old books hit me as my eyes fluttered open. I jumped to my feet, quickly aware that I had no clue where I was. I rubbed my eyes as I assessed my surroundings. I knew I wasn’t in a Barnes and Noble, it was too messy for that.

“Where the hell am I?” I walked down the aisle and noted the lack of people in the small building.

“Excuse me, miss,” A tap on my shoulder caused me to spin around, only to come face to face with the worn face of a man, “I think these are yours.”

Glancing down, his outstretched hand held the green fabric that was my jacket.

“Thanks.” I hesitantly accepted it.

As I shoved the jean jacket on I got the strange feeling that I was further away from home than I’d originally thought.

“Hey!” I stopped the man before he could get very far, “Is there anywhere I could get a look at a newspaper or something?”

He smirked, “Newspaper? Really”

I nodded with hopeful eyes.

He shook his head, “Yeah, I mean, there’s a stand right outside.”

“Thanks.” I slung my backpack on and rushed outside.

“Aha!” I froze as soon as I picked up a paper.

I could feel bile rising in my throat as I quickly returned it to the shelf and shuffled through five more.

“What the fuck.” I breathed.

This wasn’t happening. I was dreaming. Or I was drugged. Either way I needed to find a way home immediately.

I looked around me and spotted the man from earlier disappear behind a corner.

“Wait!” I bolted, not hearing the yell to pay for the newspaper still in my hand.

***

I sat in the corner of a small diner, staring aimlessly at the cup of water in front of me. It was almost eleven pm and my feet hurt from walking around for hours on end.

“Can I help you sweetheart?” a raspy voice pulled me out of my trance.

“Oh, um, sorry yeah.” I shook my head and looked at the menu, “Could I please get a grilled cheese and a chocolate coke?”

The waitress raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, “A chocolate coke?”

My face fell as I handed over my menu, “Do you not have those?”

“No, we do.” she turned toward the kitchen, “chocolate coke it is.”

I slumped down and looked around the brightly lit room. There were only a few other people who were already finishing up their late dinners.

“Wait a second,” I bolted up and snatched the newspaper that had been sitting in front of me since I’d thrown myself into the booth. I stared down at the black and white picture of a vigilante flying from building to building as a plan began to form.

“Excuse me!” I called to the waitress, “I think I’m going to need my order to go!”

***

I took a deep breath as I shakely put my hair into a half knot. I paced for a few hours before something happened. I spun around just as a figure was flung into a trashcan.

“It’s not very nice to stalk people you know.” another figure landed between us and covered the person in what looked like silly string, “That should hold you for a while.”

“Spiderman.” I breathed.

“Hey,” he seemed to suddenly noticed me and took a step forward, “Are you alright?”

I nodded my head, “Yeah, I mean, I mean no- I” I sighed, “We need to talk?”

He cocked his head to the side, obviously confused, “What’s wrong?”

I licked my lip as I debated how best to approach this, “I know you’re identity.”

Well that’s one way.

“Wh-what? No, I’m sure you have me confused with someone else.” he took a step back, getting ready to leave.

“No, wait!” I rushed forward and grabbed his arm, “Please, Peter, I need your help. Just, five minutes, please.” I begged as he studied me.

“Fine.” he sighed in defeat, “Five minutes. Hold on tight.”

***

“Who are you and what do you want?” he demanded as soon as we landed in an empty park.

“Could you take the mask off please?” I had to admit, I was curious which one I was dealing with.

“No.” he crossed his arms.

Damn.

I sighed, “Fine. My name is y/n.”

“Okay, y/n, how do you know me if I’ve never seen you before in my life?”

It was here that I proceeded to explain my situation, “I don’t know what happened exactly, I was in California and all of the sudden I was in some bookstore here. I didn’t know I was on the other side of the country, let alone another universe until I saw the newspaper.”

“Universe?” that got his attention.

“Yeah, you’re pretty popular where I’m from, especially after your last movie.”

“Movie? What movie?” he sat down on a swing.

“Well, you see, there’s these comics written by a guy named Stan Lee, and they make them into movies and there’s different versions of different heroes and the last one of yours to be released got you really popular over there.”

He rubbed his head, “Why?”

“Well,” a feeling of annoyance rose in me as I thought about the motives of my friends’, “Most people say it’s because you’re relatable, which, admittedly you are, but I think a lot of girls who like it are in love with the actor cus he’s pretty.”

“In love?” he was in disbelief.

“You know what I mean.” I rolled my eyes.

“So, that’s how you know I’m Peter Parker.” he sighed.

“Yeah,” I looked down, “but I haven’t actually gotten a good look at your suit so I don’t actually know what you look like.”

“Well,” he pulled off his mask, “there’s not really a point in hiding it from you now.”

My eyes went wide as I saw his face.

“What?” he questioned.

“Nothing.” I shook my head.

“So, it sounds like a problem Mr. Stark can help with.” He walked over and sat down next to me.

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

“Let’s go.”

“Wait,” I froze as he stood up, “Is he even awake right now?”

“No, probably not.” he replaced the familiar mask.

“I don’t have anywhere to go.” I rubbed my arm.

He held out his hand, “We can take care of that.”

***

“Hi.” Aunt May greeted me at the door, “You must be y/n”

“That’s me.” I smiled nervously and held out my hand.

“Wow, a handshake, haven’t gotten one of those in a while.” she was taken aback before taking my outstretched hand, “Come in, come in.” she opened the door so I could step inside.

“Do you want some tea?” she called as she walked into the kitchen.

“Yes, please and thank you.” I inspected a small bookcase next to the t.v. There wasn’t much on it except for some old pictures and a few shelves of movies.

“So Peter tells me there was a break-in at your house?” May handed me a hot cup of tea and I thanked her.

“Um, not exactly. One of my neighbors woke up to a robber and my parents are out of town so I just didn’t feel comfortable by myself.”

“I see,” she took a sip from her own mug, “do you go to school with Peter?”

“No, not exactly-”

“Hey!” Peter smiled as he stalked over to us.

“Peter.” Aunt May smiled, “Y/n was just telling me how you two know each other.”

He rubbed his neck, “You know, May, I think y/n here is pretty tired.”

“Yeah,” I glanced at him, “feels like I’m in a whole other time zone or something.” I chuckled.

“Right, right, of course.” May shook her head, “Different rooms though.” She looked pointedly at us before exiting to her room.

***

“Alright, I think that’s everything, the bathroom’s just down the hall.” he pointed over his shoulder.

“Thanks.” I gave a weak smile and sat down on the coach, now covered in a blanket and pillow (courtesy of the friendly neighborhood spiderman.)

“Goodnight.” he turned to his room but stopped, “Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?” I looked up.

“What were you going to do if you hadn’t run into me?”

I stared at his shadow in the dark room, “I don’t know. I never doubted that I would find you.”

“Why not?”

I shrugged, “I knew if I put myself in trouble you would help. You can never resist helping people in trouble.”

“Yeah?” there was a tinge of amusement in his voice.

“Yeah.” I smiled, “Goodnight Peter.”

“Good night y/n.” And with that, I was left alone.

I snuggled into the oversized Bronx Science sweater as pictures of my family floated into my mind and drifted me off to sleep.

[claritywords]

This is important so im just gonna post it

THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. It may save a life, It may save your life.)

An Article from Neena Susan Thomas

“Through a rapist’s eyes. A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interview…ed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:

1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.

2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.

3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.

4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.

5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.

6] Number three is public restrooms.

7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.

8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.

9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.

10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.

POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:

1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk: can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.

2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.

3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.

4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh – HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.

5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.

6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.

7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.

FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….

1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.

2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!

3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.

4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.

5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:

a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .

b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.

c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)

6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).

7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!

8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.

Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.

If u have compassion reblog this post. ‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.

REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW AT LEAST PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD. So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.

THIS COULD ACTUALLY SAVE A LIFE.”

[claritywords]

Don’t You Want Me pt. 2

A/N: I’m sorry this one isn’t very good but I promise the next one will be better

(Written by claritywords)

It had been a week since I’d snapped at Peter and I had been actively avoiding everyone except for the rehearsals for the school carnival. Everything was going fine until the next saturday rolled around and I knew I couldn’t avoid Ned for seven hours straight.

“Y/n!” I took a deep breath as I crammed my instrument case into my locker.

“Hold this.” I handed him my mellophone while I slid my book out of my backpack.

“Woah,” he almost dropped it, “That’s a big book.”

“Yep.” I raised my eyebrows and took the brass instrument back.

“Is it any good?”

“Nope.” I walked away as he called my name.

Ned tried to talk to me a few more times after that but eventually stopped after being yelled at for improper rehearsal etiquette and had to run laps around the field. Practice went by pretty quickly after that.

I was walking home on my usual route, paying more attention to my book rather than where I was actually going. It was a rather large book due to the fact that it contained all of shakespeare's plays. I had just finished rereading King Lear for the umpteenth time when I stepped off the curb and was flying through the air. I knew I screamed but didn’t remember doing so as I held tightly onto whatever had ahold of me.

I was swung around a building and toppled onto the sidewalk, taking whatever had grabbed me down with me. I quickly stood up and looked around before spotting a red and blue clad figure in front of me.

“What the hell was that?” I snapped as I helped up who I recognised as the Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman.

“What?” his confused voice was muffled by the ridiculous mask.

“You just threw me to the sidewalk! A little heads up would’ve been nice!” I fumed.

“I, I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.” he stuttered.

“Well stop.” I glowered, “And save the chivalry act for Peter, I’m not as gullible as him.”

“Peter?” he questioned as people began to stop and look at us.

“Parker, Peter Parker. You guys are buddies, right? Well, at least according to him.”

“Well, yeah, we are, but,” he began but I cut him off.

“Okay, then I don’t want your help. I’ve had enough of it.”

I missed what he said as I spotted a group of familiar figures headed our way.

“Are you okay?” he pulled me out of my thoughts.

“How fast can you get me out of here?”

I took him by surprise, “What?”

“How fast?” I repeated.

“Uh, pretty fast I guess-”

“Good,” I had a bad habit of interrupting.

***

We landed in a park a few blocks away a bit more gracefully than the last time which wasn’t really saying much.

“Okay,” he awkwardly rubbed his arm, “I guess I’ll just-”

“Wait,” I looped my thumbs in the straps of my backpack and rocked up on my toes, “I’m sorry.”

“You are?” he seemed surprised.

I sighed and looked anywhere but him, “I shouldn’t have judged you like I did.”

“It’s, it’s okay.”

I sat down and covered my face with my hands before running them through my hair.

“Tough day?” I was surprised when he sat down next to me.

“Tough week. Is it that obvious?” I put my hands between my knees.

“No! No, it’s just my friend does the hand thing too when she’s stressed.”

he gestured to my previous movements.

“Sounds like a cool kid.” I gave a quick smile.

“She really is. Can I ask what’s wrong…” he looked for my name.

“Y/n.” I fidgeted  with my fingers, “It’s just your average teenage drama. You probably have more important hero stuff to get to.”

“Hey!” he put his hands on his legs, “There’s heroism in the small stuff too.”

I glanced at him as a smile instantly came to my face, “Is that so?”

“It is.” he joked back.

“Okay, fine.” I turned on the bench to face him, “I used to be friends with Peter Parker and his friend Ned. I thought we were best friends and I told them everything. Only, I found out after two years that, I, was in fact, a third wheel. We drifted apart, not to my own fault. And now, because he’s friends with, has the Stark Internship, and is not only the best in the class but the whole school, I’m constantly reminded by the most irritating classmates you could think of that I am not only no longer of any importance of him whatsoever, but that I’m ‘unworthy’ and the dumbest in my class.”

“You don’t seem dumb to me.” his voice portrayed what I couldn’t see on his face.

“That’s because I’m not. People fail to realize that there’s more than one kind of smart and I don’t exactly fit their single definition of the word.”

We sat there in silence and I began to think he’d left when he spoke again, “Have you told Peter any of this.”

I rolled my eyes, “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” I stood up, “He wouldn’t get it. He would say he would, but he wouldn’t to the full extent. Not really.”

“How do you know?” he pushed and almost sounded offended.

I threw my hands up in the air, “He just wouldn’t! He’s been surrounded by his ‘people’ for too long.”

“What do you mean his people?” he looked up at me.

“I don’t, I don’t know. Top of the class, smart, somewhat nerdy but still cool, all gorgeous, and all good looking.”

I pointed a finger at him, “Everyone likes them too so I have no one to complain to which makes me hate them even more. They’re who I was trying to avoid when I asked you to bring me here.”

He suddenly perked up “Oh no.”

“What?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

Spiderman quickly stood up and began to excuse himself, “I’m sorry, I’m interested, I am,” he glanced over his shoulder, “It’s just, I really have to go, I’m sorry.”

I gave a slight wave before he took off, me eventually following suit half an hour later.

[claritywords]

Don’t You Want Me pt. 1

A/N: okay so please don’t judge too harshly. I don’t usually write imagines but I figured that I might as well try. Enjoy (:

https://claritywords.tumblr.com/post/176256621368/dont-you-want-me-pt-2

(Written by claritywords)

At this particular moment I had just made some tea and was dancing around the kitchen as America blasted throughout the room on Spotify when there was an angry knock at the door.

“Hi!” I opened the door to the hallway, only to be greeted by the angry face of a twenty five year old woman. She dawned lipstick darker than her red hair and what I called “rich people fashion”. I never did understand why having a surplus of money caused so many to lose any sense of what normal clothes were.

“Don’t hi me. Your cat just peed on my doormat.” I’d grown accustomed to her icy glares.

It’s important to note that I, in fact, don’t have a cat.

“What exactly did this cat look like?” The smile didn’t leave my face.

“I don’t know!” she threw her hands up in exasperation, “It was brown and big and gross with round ears.”

My eyebrows shot up, “Round ears? You saw a cat with round ears? Was there any fur on it’s tale?”

“No, see, I knew it was yours!” she pointed an accusing finger.

“Actually,” I gave her my signature tight-lipped smile and head tilt, “that was a rat. There’s an infestation in New York. You didn’t get the flyer?”

Before she could respond I closed the door and finished my tea before glancing at the clock.

“Shit!” I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.

***

I smiled as a clapping Ned smiled from the corner of the room, “I swear you guys are getting better everyday.”

“Well it helps to have an audience.” I turned my mic off and dismissed everyone.

“So why are you guys practicing again?” he didn’t look up from what he was doing as I sat next to him.

“The school is giving us community service for performing at the carnival.” I watched as he meticulously placed legos on a half finished Death Star, “I thought you and Parker finished that freshman year.”

The boy I’d known for the last three years glanced at me, “It broke. We never got around to fixing it and low and behold, two years later here we are.”

I sighed, “Well, here you are.”

Ned lowered the Star Wars figurine and looked at me “He’s just been really busy lately. He really does miss you.”

I gave him a sarcastic smile, “I bet,with all the attention from knowing Spidey boy and the Stark Internship he must be pretty lonely.”

“Y/n,” Ned began.

“Sorry, I’m just being petty per usual.” I said apologetically.

It looked like the he was about to say something when the bell rang.

I grabbed my stuff and was about to head out the door when I turned around, “Ned,”

“Yeah?” he looked up as he slid on his backpack.

“I really am happy for him.”

“I know.”

With that I turned and headed for my fifth period class.

***

“I bet Pete got an A.” a girly voice came from somewhere behind me and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes.

“How do you do it?” another asked and I could hear the subtle flirtation in her voice.

“Well, it’s not that hard. You just have to study.” a clueless Peter Parker chirped up.

“We should study together on Wednesday Peter. Oh my god and we can go get boba!”

“O-okay. If I’m not busy with my internship though.”

“You guys,” a taller boy with blonde hair rushed over to them, “Mrs. Watts just said that only one person in all of her classes didn’t pass.’

I held my test with a green 15% in my fist and stormed out but not before being stung with the remark, “How stupid does a person have to be?”

As soon as I got to my locker I leaned against it and looked down at the papers. I could feel tears start to sting my eyes as I stared at the numbers confirming my suspicions of having to take Algebra two again next year. I closed my eyes and hit my head against the metal behind me. I stayed like that for a while.

“Y/n?” a familiar voice was soft next to me and I instantly felt a pang of annoyance.

“Yeah?” I sighed and turned to open my locker.

“Makaila is saying that you’re the one who failed.” I could feel Peter’s eyes boring into me.

“Come to confirm the rumor?” I began to untangle my earbuds.

“Did you?” he pushed.

“See for yourself.” I shoved the paper at him.

“Y/n,” he paused and looked at me, “this is really bad.”

I slammed my locker, “Really? I had no clue.”

He looked back down at the test and began flipping through the pages, “You should come study with us on Wednesday.”

“Yeah!” I gave him a sarcastic smile, “And then everyone can make fun of me some more after Mikaila is done getting praise from everyone and sticking her tongue down your throat!”

“What are you-”

“Just, stop, Peter.” I shoved on my backpack, “I have no interest in hanging out with you and your people. Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.”

With that I turned to leave.

“Wait, your test!” he called after me.

“Keep it!” I put my earbuds in and walked silently out of the school.