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peppersonironi · 4 years

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Batfam/Avengers Crossover Chapter One: Arrival

Yo, this has been on Ao3 for a while and people seem to really love it, So I thought I’d post it here! Chapter below the cut.

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Category: Gen Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types Relationships: Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne, Natasha Romanov & Damian Wayne, Clint Barton & Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tim Drake & Duke Thomas, Pamela Isley/Harleen Quinzel, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Dick Grayson/Wally West, Roy Harper/Koriand'r/Jason Todd, Characters: Bruce Wayne, Selina Kyle, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Justice League (DCU), Alfred Pennyworth, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, Thor (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Peter Parker, Alfred the Cat (DCU), Bat-Cow (DCU), Goliath (DCU), Selina Kyle's Cat Isis, Kate Kane (DCU), Duke Thomas, Additional Tags: Batbrothers (DCU), Avengers Meet The Batfam, MCU/Batfam crossover, Crossover, no beta we die like robins, rated T for Jason's language, I bleeped it out though. Just to be safe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, canon? What's canon?, Deaf Clint Barton,Deaf Character, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Happy Batfamily (DCU), Birdflash and joyfire are implied/referenced,

Summary:

The Avengers find themselves in an alternate universe where none of them exist. Instead, there is a different group of heroes: The Justice League. They decide to work together to get the Avengers home. But not not everything is instantaneous, so the Avengers need a place to stay. The only place available is Wayne Manor.

Que Batfamily shenanigans!

Multi-chapter fanfic, with some one shots that go along with the plot thrown in.

Notes:

This is my first time writing anything with the Avengers - especially a deaf!clint - and the Batfam, so I apologize if anything is doc. Constructive criticism is appreciated!

This is mainly comic DCU with Movie Avengers (Set after the first avengers movie, plus Spiderman, cause I can ;-)

Crack! Bang! There was a flash of blindingly bright light, followed by a huge explosion.

"Wha- where are we?"

Tony Stark looked over to Peter who had been the first to speak. Crap, the kid had come here too. But wherever here was, he did not know.

Tony, Steve, Hulk, Thor, Clint, Peter, and Natasha stood in a loose clump at the center of a smoking crater. The sky was cloudy and dark, and they appeared to be at least five miles outside of a big city, judging from the buildings in the distance. There was also a highway filled with streaming cars a couple of miles to Tony’s right.

“This isn’t right,” He muttered, opening his faceplate. Where were the sunny tropical trees that housed the compound of Anagnorisis - weird name, he knew - who was some D-list villain who thought some slightly advanced tech made them a world-conqueror. But Tony was beginning to think that those guns were a bit stranger and more advanced than he had previously believed.

“Tell me about it,” replied Steve. “Any idea where we are? Was it some sort of teleportation gun that was shot at us? This looks nothing like the Amazon.”

Before anyone could speak, Tony received a notification. Multiple incoming objects were approaching, fast . With the exception of the second fastest, they seemed to be airborne. “Multiple incomings, perhaps hostile. Most are flying. And they aren’t missiles. I think people ? But -”

“Who are you?”

Suddenly the first object arrived, and Stark was right. It was a black haired man in a blue skin tight suit with a red “S” on it and a flowing red cape. It would look ridiculous if he wasn’t glaring daggers at the group while flying .

He was joined almost immediately by another man, this time wearing an all red bodysuit with a lightning bolt on the chest and cowl. He was not flying though. He stopped in front of them swinging his arms as lightning dissipated. He had run there.

Next came a woman dressed in the colors of the american flag, with golden cuffs, tiara, and lasso by her side. She came with a man in a green, white, and black skin tight suit with some sort of symbol - perhaps a lantern? - on his chest. He also wore a green ring and black domino mask with white lenses on his face. They were both joined by another, a split second later. This was by far the strangest arrival. He was completely bald, with green skin and red eyes. He wore navy blue pants and cape, with only a red “X” over his chest. All three were floating.

“Who are you?” The blue and red man repeated.

Tony scoffed. Was this guy serious? “We’re the Avengers, obviously.”

The group shared a look. “Is that some new kind of villain group? I swear to all that is good and holy if I need to deal with another group who think they can rule the world, I. Will. Quit.” This time the man who spoke was the runner.

Steve replied, confusion clear on his face. “We’re not villains! We’re the Avengers; Earth’s mightiest heroes!”

Instead of coming to their senses, the strangely dressed newcomers laughed .

“You do realize you are speaking to members of the Justice League?” The woman spoke, her lips pursed.

“The who now?”

“Be quiet Kid, we don’t know what we’re dealing with.” Tony spoke to Peter. He was getting more worried by the second. Something was seriously wrong.

“Dealing with?” The green dressed man frowned, clearly suspicious of the Avengers. He started to fidget with his ring. “Well, since you don’t seem to know, let me enlighten you.” He gestured to each of his companions. “Superman, son of Krypton. Wonder Woman, Amazonian Princess. The Flash, fastest man alive. Martian Manhunter, well, a martian. And Me, Green Lantern. Member of the Green Lantern Core.”

Well, that explained everything. Not.

“We do not know you, strangers.” Thor spoke this time. “Perhaps you leave us be, our green friend over here gets frustrated easily.” He pointed to Hulk, who was breathing heavily.

The green man - martian, apparently - spoke for the first time. “Not until you tell us who you are and why you are in a smoking crater near His city.”

“His?” Clint clearly did not like the way the martian spoke of this character. To be honest, Stark didn’t either.

This got the most surprised reactions from the five. They looked at each other, and Tony could have sworn there was a hint of fear in their faces.

“Oh, He is so not going to like that.” Green Lantern said.

“Combined with the fact that we ditched Him.” The Flash cringed. Then looked worried again. “Yo, green grape, you okay.

The Hulk’s breathing was growing heavier, his face contorted into that of utter rage.

“Uh-oh,” Steve said.

“I . . . Not . . . GRAPE!” Hulk roared as he charged the The Flash who nimbly dodged. Superman went down to intercede, and just got punched by the Hulk. Though it did not seem to physically bother him, he was clearly angry.

Tony shut his face plate and moved forward, intending to stop the fight, but he only got attacked by the martian. Peter jumped forward to help, and soon everyone was fighting.

Thor was pitted against the Wonder Woman, and they seemed evenly matched. Black Widow was against The flash, and despite his incredible speed she seemed to be almost winning. Both Hawkeye and Captain America were battling Green Lantern.

No one seemed to have the upper hand, which worried Tony. These people were tough. If they couldn’t beat them . . . he didn’t know what would happen.

Peter didn’t seem to share his worry though. He instead seemed to be having fun. Tony could tell the kid was smiling beneath his mask, and his body language screamed hyper and happy. He seemed to get that way whenever they fought together, and a small part of Tony was filled with a sense of parental pride.

The fight seemed endless, no one gaining traction. Until something incredible happened. Thor threw Mjolnir directly at his opponent, and instead of being knocked down like everyone else, she caught the hammer. Every Avenger - even the Hulk - immediately froze, catching the attention of the newcomers.

“This is a very well crafted weapon, though a bit clunky,” Wonder Woman said as she tossed the hammer from one hand to the other. She paused, seeing their reactions.

“You are worthy.” Thor spoke with disbelief and a tint of resignation in his voice.

“Pardon?” Superman spoke, his frown apparent.

“Only those worthy can lift Mjolnir - my hammer. She clearly can, which means that you are trustworthy.”

*****

Five minutes of somewhat confused conversation later, they had reached an uneasy truce. Neither spoke much at first, but they soon began to compare notes. Apparently They both believed themselves to be the protectors of Earth, which brought on a bout of argument before Peter stepped in.

“Woah hold on, calm down. Something is clearly up, so there��s no need to argue!”

Wonder Woman looked contemplative. “How old are you boy, you seem young.”

Peter bristled. “I’m 15, and I’ve been a superhero for a while now, so I’m not inexperienced!”

Green Lantern laughed. “That’s not what she met, kid. We aren’t going to tell you how old you need to be to fight crime. The amount of we work with, and some even younger than you . . .” He shook his head and laughed. Then he realised how he had sounded. “I mean, we don’t force them, it's up to each individual to make that choice for themselves. Well, with the mentor’s approval of course.”

Natasha furrowed her brows. “How young are some of these kids?” Tony knew she had a thing against child soldiers, so he wasn’t surprised she was disapproving.

Green Lantern looks to the Flash. “How old is Robin at this point? 9?”

Flash laughed. “Naw, that little devil is 11. He was very adamant on that fact when he threatened me with his katana.” He shook his head.

Green Lantern laughed. “Yeah, most of the others are teenagers. Robin is the youngest, and I’d say most deadly, but Red Hood . . .”

“The Dark Knight really does have a problem,” Flash said.

His last comment made Green Lantern freeze. They both looked at each other then turned to Peter.

“Kid, stay away from The Dark Knight.” Green Lantern says.

“Yeah, if He sees you, there’s no way you’ll ever leave.”

“He’s the most dangerous man on earth,” Green Lantern adds.

“Guys, stop. You’re scaring him.” Superman looks disappointedly at the two heroes who Tony pegged as the trouble makers of the group. This idea was further cemented in Tony when they started laughing. Despite this, he decided to keep Peter as far away from this supposed Dark Knight as possible.

“Speak of the devil, he’s on his way.” Superman says this with a smile, then he cringes. “And we’re going to get an earful alright. Ten minutes ahead of him is a big deal apparently.”

In a moment. Tony got an alert that something was approaching. Fast. Soon he saw a large black military type armoured car fly down the highway from the city and off the road. It zoomed toward them.

It was a sight indeed to see the menacing black car swerve and expertly stop a few yards from the group. The top opened and a dark form shot straight up before landing in a kneeling position in front of them. The figure rose, and Tony got the first good look at him. He was a tall man with a broad chest and shoulders, dresses in complete black. There was a bat-like symbol on his chest, also in black. He wore a cape that flowed around menacingly. His face was covered by a cowl with pointed ears, like that of an owl, or perhaps a bat. The only part of his costume that was not black was the dark gold utility belt at his waist. Altogether, he was utterly frightening.

Tony took a step forward, effectively blocking Peter, who scoffed.

“Batman,” Superman said, a smile on his face.

Batman fixed the most impressive and terrifying glare upon the man that Stark had ever seen. “You broke protocol by going ahead of me. You are in my territory Superman. And you know that I cannot fly or run at the speed of sound.” He fixed his glare on the rest of his group who all reacted with either flinches or sheepish shrugs.

Batman grunted before looking at the Avengers. He sized each of them up, staying longest on Stark. Tony felt as if his entire being was being stripped away under the scrutiny.

“Alternate Dimension jumpers, not by choice I’m assuming.”

He spoke so simply that it took a minute for Tony to react. Even then, the man was already on his way back to his car.

“We’re near Gotham, let’s regroup at the Cave.”

Tony didn’t know what this Cave was, but he wasn’t sure he liked it. “Are you the Dark Knight?” He asked, before he lost his nerve.

The man looked immediately at the Flash and Green Lantern, who looked both scared and amused. Their sheepish smirks and chuckles dissipated when Batman looked away and back to Tony.

“The Dark Knight, The World’s Greatest Detective, The Caped Crusader, The Batman. All are titles I have earned. See you at the cave.”

And with that he hopped in his car and sped off back toward the gloomy city beyond.

#Avengers Meet The Batfam #MCU/Batfam crossover #Batfam/Avengers Crossover #batfam #avengers #bruce wayne #tony stark #steve rogers #clint barton #natasha romanoff #bruce banner #thor odinson #peter parker #justice league #batman

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buckyeagan · 4 years

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I dare you to answer ALL OF THE QUESTIONS

Oh geez. This is my dream but I also feel bad for anyone that’s going to get a giant wall of text when I finish this. If anyone wanted to know A LOT about me, here you go😂😂

1. Answered

2. Answered

3. What’s your favorite candle scent?: This is actually very specific. It’s the ‘Winter Candy Apple’ candle that Bath and Body Works comes out with during the holidays!

4. What flower would you like to be given?: Well, my favorite flowers are lilies of the valley, peonies, and sunflowers. So any of those! I’ve never really been given flowers before, honestly.

5. Who do you feel the most you around?: @thesefeelingsivegot who is my best friend that I met on here through Dunkirk and got to meet this past October. I’m hoping to go visit her this summer as well! She’s honestly like my other half😅

6. Say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical): Yikes, this is difficult. Um…I like my hair a lot which has been a really long process so I’ll take that as an accomplishment. Uhhh, this isn’t easy! I think I’m a really loyal friend. And I like to think I can be funny.

7. What color brings you peace?: I think I’d have to say light shades of blue and then like forest green.

8. Tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good: you, @thesefeelingsivegot @towrite-or-not-towrite @magneticghouls @ohmytaikawaititi and @toziersrichard are the first to come to mind!

9. What calms you down?: Watching old SNL sketches or interviews of people that I really admire and adore. It’s my go to self care method when I’m feeling really bad.

10. What’s something you’re excited for?: Spring break starts this Friday and I always go to Disney World with my parents so I’m excited for that!

11. What’s your ideal date?: Honestly, getting a date at all would be ideal since that’s never happened. It’s probably seeing a play or musical.

12. How are you?: Oof, that’s a loaded question. It’s day to day but overall, I’m good. This is a really stressful and overwhelming semester but I’m trying to get through it without getting too worn out.

13. Answered.

14. Favorite feel good show?: Hmmm…the show that probably makes me the happiest is SNL so I’ll go with that.

15. For every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word: I didn’t get any so I can’t!

16. Compliment the person that sent you this number: Oh! That’s much easier. I feel like we’ve been mutuals on here for absolutely ages now! We don’t talk as much as we used to but I always am really excited to hear from you when we do! Anytime I get a notification from you, it definitely makes my day a little brighter!

17. Fairy lights of LED lights?: I think fairy lights.

18. Do you still love stuffed animals?: ABSOLUTELY!!!

19. Most important thing in your life?: This might sound ridiculous but it’s a blanket. I’ve had it since the day I was born and I still carry it with me everywhere yes I’m 24 let me live

20. What do you want most in the world right now?: Hmm. I just want more answers about a lot that’s coming in the near future for me, really. I feel like I’m waiting for so many things to fall into place.

21. If you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?: This one’s going to get dark so sorry in advance. I’d probably just…apologize. I’d tell myself that it’s okay. That I know things are really hard and seem impossible. That people always say ‘it gets better’ and it feels like utter bullshit. But they’re right. And I know you hate that but they really are right. Things will get better and you’ll get to live a life you never even imagined was possible. Just trust me, you don’t want to die. I know you do right now but you won’t feel that way forever.

22. What would you say to your future self?: I think it would be more of a question really. I’d just ask if I finally made it where I wanted to be. If I’m studying what I want and if I’m happy.

23. Favorite piece of clothing?: The first pair of Dr Martens I bought. I still wear them basically every day despite having 11 pairs.

24. What’s something you do to destress?: That’s sort of the same as what I do to calm down. I watch things that make me happy!

25. What’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.): Honestly anything personal absolutely melts my fucking heart so I can’t pick one thing. I love when someone gives me something that’s meaningful to our friendship. Something we specifically enjoy together, that’s the best.

26. What movie would you want to live in?: It’s tough because a lot of movie universes have a lot of death and really horrible events taking place. I think living on a Federation protected planet in any Star Trek movie would be pretty amazing. But…I’d want to be a Vulcan.

27. Which character would you want to be?: Can I be married to Spock? If not…just Spock.

28. Hugs or hand holding?: Honestly neither…I really don’t like being touched😂

29. Morning, afternoon, or night?: Considering I’m writing this at 3:50 AM…definitely night! Or…would that be considered morning then, technically? I’m a night owl🤷🏻‍♀️

30. Answered.

Thank you so much for this, I really enjoyed it a lot!!!💗💙💕

#long post #about me #asks #sorry to anyone i'm friends with and didn't tag #i was just thinking off the top of my head and certain people come to mind because of how often i speak to them!

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laughingupfromhell · 6 years

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My Gillette Experience + Pre-Show M&G. 7.28.18 -- Extended Edition

I’m sorry this has taken so long to post, but it’s literally so hard to get my thoughts together because I’m still so overwhelmed by the fact that this even HAPPENED to me. I’d convinced myself it wasn’t in the cards, that Taylor didn’t know me, and that I needed to find a way to be okay with never meeting her. But then, IT HAPPENED. (I’m going to write the whole story from the time I got the DM and it’s going to be really long, so if you just want to read the Taylor part, I’ll write it in bold so you can skip to it easily. Just keep scrolling. I’m just posting the long version so I can look back on it whenever I want and never forget anything. I’ll post just the Taylor part individually too in case you don’t want to hunt for it.)

Friday, July 27th, I had the worst day at work. I work in a cafe, and the AC was out in the kitchen which made the entire place SO hot. Literally, it was 92 degrees in the building and we had the ovens on. I live in Florida, so it was disgusting and I felt so sick. We were shorthanded, I was stressed out about my flight, dealing with some pretty intense anxiety about meeting people I had never met before because I’m shy af, and just overall feeling kind of bleh despite being so excited for the concert the next day. I found out as I was on the way to the airport that my flight had been delayed nearly three hours and that set me into panic mode, because it would put me in Boston around 2 in the morning instead of 10pm. Eventually it got pushed back to only an hour delay, which made me feel a little better, and I passed the time in the airport just walking around the shops and scrolling tumblr. Jaime @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes texted me to tell me that one of my best friends Meredith @meredithswift had just met Taylor and I was SO excited for her because I’ve known how much she wanted this since we started talking in 2008. Jaime was like “you next!” and I was like “noooo, it’s not going to happen for me.” Taylor was intent on making me look like boo boo the fool.

Right before I boarded the plane, around 8pm, I took a selfie at the gate because I was bored and tagged Taylor in it on tumblr and said “I’m coming for you, Taylor!” I didn’t even know she was online, and she never liked the post, so I didn’t think anything of it after that.

I boarded the plane, but there was a RIDICULOUS thunderstorm going on so we sat on the tarmac for nearly two hours, and I had been DMing back and forth with Jeannine @it-feels-like-a-perfect-night all day, so when I saw a notification on tumblr, I thought it was her...until I opened it and it said taylornation. All of my internal organs came flooding out of my ass in that moment and landed on the plane floor beneath me, not clickbait. I literally didn’t believe it was real for a whole hot ass minute because things like this do not happen to me and I was LITERALLY sitting on a plane about to go to Boston so WHAT WAS HAPPENING??? I open it, and they asked for all my information, and when the best time to call was. I was like????!!!? I’m LITERALLY SITTING ON A PLANE LESS THAN 24 HOURS BEFORE MY SHOW AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHEN THE BEST TIME CALL IS???? YESTERDAY???? I ALREADY HAVE MY BAG CHECKED, I DON’T HAVE TIME TO BUY ANOTHER OUTFIT, I LOOK LIKE A RAT!!!! So obviously I said “I don’t land until midnight but anytime after that, thank you so much!”

At this point I’m in such shock I literally have no reaction other than to stare unblinking at the seat in front of me and go into full body tremors. I’m pretty sure the girl next to be me on this flight thought I was scared of flying or something, because I was literally shaking so hard I could hear my teeth chattering together. My heart rate shot through the goddamn roof. If you don’t believe me, here is a helpful graph from my Fitbit. I hit 117 BPM from 58 BPM. I’m pretty sure that is indicative of an actual heart attack.

I didn’t know what to do, so I immediately texted my mom and I KNOW it says the message is confidential and you’re not supposed to tell anyone but I needed my mother to know that if her only child died mid-flight, it was taylor nation’s fault and to tell Taylor I loved her. It was VITAL. The southern jumped out -- I literally haven’t called her mama since I was 10, I don’t even know.

I also told my friend Lindsey @lskbe because I once promised her she’d be one of the first to know if it was ever going to happen and she was a GEM even though she DIDN’T ANSWER ME RIGHT AWAY BUT ANYWAY!!!! (screenshot provided by her). She made me a playlist titled 7.28.18 on spotify and everything for the occasion because she is extra and I love her.

I spent the next 2 1/2 hours literally trying not to pee myself with anxiety and excitement because then of course I start thinking WHAT IF THEY FORGET TO CALL? What if it’s just merch? What if I’m boo boo the fool? What if this isn’t real life? Then we hit turbulence and my thoughts turn darker like WHAT IF THE PLANE CRASHES AND I DIE BEFORE I MEET HER? I literally had to make Jaime reassure me multiple times that turbulence wouldn’t make the plane crash and that I would survive. We love her logical brain. So obviously now that I’ve stopped panicking it’s time to take selfies to post later.

I finally make it to Boston and at this point I think I’ve dissociated because I just can’t even think about it anymore. My brain was on overdrive and I didn’t even know how to process. It was either shut it down or shout it from a rooftop and I COULDN’T TAKE THAT RISK.

I got to meet my sweet honeys @straightlinedownx and @heypay FINALLY and it’s up there in my top ten best moments of life. They’d just gotten home from Night 2 so they were pretty spent and it was 1:30 in the morning, so we all headed to bed, but if you thought I was sleeping, you’re WRONG because I was literally peeing every half hour because I was so nervous and excited. I was like a chihuahua I swear to god. I was talking to Brittany @messthatuwanted for most of the night trying not to be suspicious and I guess I did a pretty good job because she NEVER FOUND OUT until I wanted her to. Which is what her snake ass deserves tbh. I literally didn’t get to sleep until 4:30 in the morning and then I woke up at 6:45 am and was like...well they said they’d call me in the morning, and technically it is morning, so I should stay up. Clearly logical. Obviously. We love anxiety. I couldn’t turn the ringer on for my phone because I was sharing a room with people and I didn’t want to wake anyone up so going back to sleep was a risk I wasn’t willing to take.

I spent most of the morning internally exploding, and I eventually told @heypay because I needed someone to tell me I was being crazy and that they would call and she did a very good job at this, so thank you Paige, you’re the love of my life. We were all laying around, relaxing, watching Lejla and Liana’s pet rabbit eat a salad, you know...typical things friends do, when I got a call from a NYC number and shit my pants. I got up from the floor so fast and ZOOMED to the kitchen and Paige followed after me and practically shoved me out of the apartment door so I could have some privacy lol. It was Sydney from Taylor Nation and she was a sweetie and asked how my flight was and and rambled on about delayed flights and I was like....I literally do not care, I’m so sorry, please tell me what I NEED TO KNOW WOMAN I AM DYING!!!! Eventually she cuts to the chase and is like “have you ever had an opportunity before?” And I was like um...hehe..it depends on what you mean by an opportunity because I REALLY JUST WANTED HER TO SAY THE WORDS and she was like “have you ever met taylor before?” and I was like NO!!! I HAVEN’T!!!! At this point I’m shaking so hard I had to lean against the wall for fear of falling down the stairs because THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, HUH? Then she asks if I’m going to the show with anyone who hasn’t had an opportunity before and I said YES, my precious baby Emily @straightlinedownx. So she asks for Emily’s information and thank god I had checked her facebook to find out her birthday before just in case they asked (since they asked for mine) because IT WAS A STRESSFUL TIME. So she tells me I’ll get a DM within the hour letting us know when we’re verified and where we should pick up our envelope between 4 and 5 pm and I’m just saying thank you over and over and over again because WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO LIKE WTF IS EVEN HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!

So in my head I had this beautiful thing planned for how I would tell Emily she’s meeting Taylor, but it turns out beautiful plans can’t happen when your brain is literally exploding, so instead of doing this elaborate thing where I filmed her reaction and everything, I just went over to where she was lying on the ground and kicked her. As friends do. She turns around and I’m like “Come. Here.” I was probably terrifying, I’m so sorry Emily, but I didn’t KNOW WHAT TO DO. So she follows me out to the kitchen and WHAT DO YOU SAY OTHER THAN WHAT IS HAPPENING???? SO I JUST SPIT IT OUT AND SAID “We’re meeting Taylor” and she deadass goes “No we’re not.” Just so casual. And I’m like “We are. We’re meeting Taylor tonight. I got a DM on the plane and they just called me. I’m bringing you. We’re meeting Taylor.” AND THIS DUMB BICTH GOES “ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO BRING ME????” AND I’M LIKE “BICTH YES????? OF COURSE I DO???” And then she just kept doing this the rest of the day and it was my favorite thing. Here she is in Starbucks ten minutes after finding out.

So we spent the rest of the day obsessing over make up and hair and we headed to the stadium around 2 PM because we wanted to make sure we had plenty of time to meet up with people and buy merch etc. Here’s us waiting for our ride (photo credit to angel @iknowplacesclean and a big thank you for letting me stay at your apartment spur of the moment!!!)

We met up with Steph ( @thesethingswillchange), Leyton, Jess ( @jtmaster13) , and Sammi (@slytherinraven13) and I got to tell them all what was happening and they were SO happy for us because they’re literal angels on earth.

Once we made it to will call and gave them our names, THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WE WERE TALKING ABOUT so I started to panic, naturally, but it was chill because they found it eventually and we immediately started taking pictures with the paper. Some nice lady offered to take one for us, bless her, because the struggle was so real.

By this point I had told all of my friends but Jaime @cages-boxes-hunters-foxes and Brittany @messthatuwanted because I was planning on snaking them the way they snaked me when they met Taylor, and it brought me the greatest joy in life since they both thought I was incapable of it. Little did I know that Jaime was on her way to SURPRISE ME AT THE SHOW which was a MESS since I was in REP ROOM WHEN SHE WAS LOOKING FOR ME! But more on that later. So we met @ninetay89 at will call and we were all so excited for each other because honestly it’s what we all deserved and we just kind of hung out, waiting in line for the gates to open and that’s when Meredith @meredithswift came RUNNING towards me full force. Meredith and I met when we were 13 and 15. We were each others first online friends, and we became full blown stans together. She was the one that convinced me to make a taylor tumblr blog in the first place way back in 2010. We’d never, ever met before that moment and it was honestly one of the highlights of my entire life. I love her with my whole entire heart and it was one of the best hugs I’ve ever gotten. We didn’t let each other go for like 3 minutes. It was great.

The gates finally open and me and Emily ZOOM up to the 100 level bathrooms to fix our make up because the humidity was KILLER and we were legitimately melting. Then we had to run back down the stairs to meet at the bottom of 129/30 and met up with @sunflowershealing and she was SO sweet! I’m so glad we got to meet!

So a security guard comes up to us and tells us we’re actually supposed to meet at the TOP of 129, which isn’t what the paper said but it’s FINE, so we go up MORE stairs and it’s honestly beginning to feel like gym class now but it’s fine because I will do hours of cardio for Taylor Swift if need be. So we go up only to be told to go back down the stairs AGAIN because what is organization and they give us our wrist bands and we’re GOING TO REP ROOM BITCHES.

Let me just say that I was chill literally the entire day. I was excited, yeah, but I wasn’t nervous or anything. Even when we got to Rep Room, I was totally fine. But when I saw the Rep Room doorway, I was jumping up and down like a five year old because how was this REAL LIFE? I never in a million years thought when Taylor shared the fact about Rep Room and showed us the inside that I would ever see it in PERSON. And here I was, walking through the arch??? SOUNDS FAKE. So we get in there, and there are three polaroid cameras sitting on a table next to the throne, but I wasn’t sure if we were allowed to touch them since I’ve heard that a lot of pre-show meet and greets weren’t allowed to do much in rep room. So Emily and I just kind of hang out next to them and hope for the go ahead, which Steph from Taylor Nation eventually gives us and then she has to help our dumb asses put film in them because we’re USELESS. But it’s fine. We take pictures on the throne first, and they came out so iconic honestly I will never take a better picture.

Obviously I had to take a picture with the iconic rainbow dress.

My one singular complaint about the polaroid idea is that rep room is SO dark and it doesn’t really work well with the film.

There was water, coke, diet coke, and sprite available to us, but not the booze or the cookies that were in previous rep rooms. Probably because it’s pre-show or because there wasn’t media that night, I’m not sure. Anyway, we’re able to mingle for about 8-10 minutes maybe? Maybe shorter than that, but Steph tells us to put the cameras up and line up. We were third from last to go in of about 5-6 groups. I’d say there were about 10-12 people in there. I’m pretty short, so I couldn’t see Taylor when they opened the curtain to let the first group in, but I heard someone say “She’s wearing the purple Olivia shirt” and I was like...I literally hate her. Everyone keeps talking and I just wanted them all to shut UP so I could HEAR HER SPEAKING. Eventually, we’re a few groups from going in and I hear her laugh and that’s when it really started getting real. This was really happening. I was about to meet Taylor. Surprisingly, I managed to STILL hold it together. Right before we went in, “Type” by Todrick Hall comes on and I was screaming because I KNEW that would be her favorite song on Forbidden.

So they open the curtain and she’s standing RIGHT there and she opens her arms so wide and goes “oh my god hiiiiii” and without hesitation I just go right into her arms and wrap her up so tight and said “Hi, I’m Megan!” and she starts laughing and goes “I know! I picked you last night, I see your posts all the time, I saw your selfie like I’m coming for you...and I was like I’m coming for you, I sent your post to TN and was like I need her, bring me her.” Literally I wish I could describe in detail the noise that came out of my mouth when she said I know, because it definitely wasn’t human. I was like “YOU KNOWWWWW???” But i literally growled it like some kind of rabid animal, I’m SO sorry, Taylor. That was the first time I lost my chill, which surprisingly only happened twice.

As soon as she drops that bomb on me she turns to Emily to hug her which is what she DESERVES but I was so shook by what she said that I was leaning in for another hug but her back is to me now so I kind of halfway climbed her back I HATE MYSELF. Like my hand was gripping her shoulder and my other hand was pressed against her back and I had to physically talk myself off the ledge like BE COOL BITCH, BACK UP, DON’T BE WEIRD! So I just subtly slide my hands off of her and step back...only to embarrass myself further by stepping closer to Emily, aggressively rubbing her back and shouting “THIS IS EMILY! WE LOVE HER!!!!” Honestly what the fuck is wrong with me? She goes “Thank you guys so much for coming!” And I literally PANTED out “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR INVITING ME!” Literally I was malfunctioning. I needed to be rebooted.

She turns back to both of us and shimmies her shoulders because she clearly wants me dead and goes “Sooooooooo....” and without hesitation I go “We need to talk about ‘Look What You Made Me Do’” and she’s like “okay, what do we need to talk about?” And then...I did it ladies. I literally told her I didn’t get the joke when it first came out, it flew right over my head and I thought she was being serious about the old taylor being dead and I was so worried about her that I threw up in a parking lot. She goes “Oh my god WHAT? That makes me so sad!” But she was laughing so hard, she threw her head back and covered her mouth, and for a split second I’m like DID I HURT HER FEELINGS??? DOES SHE THINK I HATE THE SONG??? So I was like “NO NO BUT I LOVED IT!” and she goes “You threw up!” And I’m like “BECAUSE I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU! I WAS LIKE IS SHE OKAY????” And she literally can’t stop laughing, she’s doing that stupid dolphin laugh she does and I literally wanted to smoosh her face between my hands because I adore her so much and she is so fucking cute and GOD I WANT TO DIE. So she goes “I was literally climbing out of a grave dressed as a zombie, you didn’t get how that was supposed to be funny???” And I was like “NO, I understood it was a joke when the video came out but for a whole week before I didn’t get the joke!” And she goes “Ohhhh, when the single dropped and you listened you were like WHAT IS WRONG WITH HER???” And she just kept laughing like honestly what the fuck is my life? I made Taylor Swift LAUGH? ME??? (Emily said everyone in the room was laughing, like the security at the door and everything I literally want to jump off a cliff.) So I was like “YES EXACTLY! I was like is she okay? I’m so worried about her, I need to know that she’s okay!” And she like...touched my arm and goes “But you’re okay now, right?” and made the most INTENSE eye contact like...if there is one thing I will say about meeting her, it’s that she keeps eye contact with you the WHOLE time and you know she’s hearing everything you say, she’s paying attention to every word and you KNOW she cares. And I’m like “yeah! I get the joke now, I get it, I swear!” And EMILY GOES “I don’t think she’s okay...” like honestly... drag me.

So I attempt to change the subject and the bitch CUTS ME OFF and leans in to me, looks down at me with this smirk on her face and goes “....do you need me to explain the joke to you?” like she was TEASING me, but I was being DRAGGED. I was like “NO, I get it now! I get it!” BUT SHE EXPLAINED IT ANYWAY. She explained that the whole concept of the line came from how people were saying Taylor Swift is over, she’s dead, and she was making fun of the whole cancellation culture that social media and media in general has, so she decided to just be like “Ohhhh, cause she’s deaaaaaad” (and she said it in the funniest, whiniest mocking voice I literally can’t stand her) to show them all how stupid they sounded when they said things like that. To paraphrase because I don’t remember exact wording, she said that’s really just the whole tone of the album, reputation, itself. That there are a lot of things that go into building a reputation, but that a reputation isn’t real, it’s a perception that can be formed by any number of things, true and false, but isn’t always based on what is actually happening. It’s fake, just like the old taylor being dead is fake, it’s a joke. I think the entire time she was saying this I kept repeating “No I get it, I get it” because I wanted to be sure she knew that I got it, but I think she really just wanted to explain it in general and I’m so glad she did, because I loved the insight. And then she goes “BUT IT’S SO FUNNY NOW because they’re like ‘What is she doing with the snakes? Why is she doing that? She’s so annoying!’ And I’m just like BECAUSE YOU TWEETED IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN EVERY SINGLE DAY! YOU’RE JUST MAD BECAUSE IT DOESN’T BOTHER ME ANYMORE!” And I shit you not, she was literally screaming this in my face, and acting like she was scrolling through her phone and laughing like...I was scared lmao. I just kept saying “I’m so proud of you, you just took it back, it’s what you deserve!” God, she’s so pretty when she laughs I can’t stop picturing it and hearing it and I don’t know where I could possibly go from here, I’ve peaked.

She turned to Emily then, and I’m not going to share what happened there because it’s Emily’s story to tell, but I’m literally so happy that she gave her the love she deserves. The moment they shared touched me so much.

When she looked like she was stepping into position for a photo, I suddenly flashed back to everything my friends who had met her already told me -- that if you stop talking, the M&G will end, but if you keep talking, so will she, so I sort of side stepped and started talking to her about how I’ve dealt with some pretty toxic relationships in the past couple years, and how it breaks my heart to think she’s ever felt the same way as I have in those moments of vulnerability and hurt, but that I was so thankful for songs like Dear John and Better Man because it made me feel less alone. And she goes “it’s always nice to know that you’re not alone in feeling the way you do, I totally get it. But that’s why we’re all here, isn’t it? That’s why we come to a stadium and we sing and dance and cry (we said cry at the same time, what kind of shared brain bullshit?) with each other, because we understand each other. We have that connection.”

From there it got a little personal for me, and I want to keep that for myself, but she gave me the biggest, tightest hug and said some of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me and I’ve never felt more loved in my entire life than I did in those few minutes in a room with her. She said “I love you sooo much” and I said I loved her too, and then she asked what we wanted to do for a picture and Emily goes “I wanna do a smoosh...” because she’s the cutest person that has ever BREATHED and Taylor looked so confused so we both said at the same time (at the suggestion of Paige) “Can we do a Taylor face sandwich?” and she got so excited and was like “YEAH, I’ll smoosh your faces to mine!” So we got in position for that I knew I grabbed onto her, but I didn’t actually know what part of her I grabbed, I think I was reaching for her hand forgetting that her hand was on my face LOL.

Anyway, we got our picture, she told us she loves us and hopes we have fun at the show and that she was so happy we were there and Emily manages AT THE LAST SECOND to go “CAN YOU PLAY COME BACK BE HERE.....please” and I’m like “Yeah, like....tonight.” And I felt so bad because I know I sounded so forceful and I DIDN’T MEAN TO. And she goes “Well, I can’t tonight because I promised someone else I’d play a different song, but I promise I will play it at a show soon, I know how much you guys want that one, I promise.” And we thanked her and told her we loved her and took our autograph and our dignity and got the hell out.

I remember I was shaking when I came out of rep room, but I wasn’t freaking out really. I was still pretty chill. Chiller than I expected to be. We got about halfway back to her seats and I screamed “WHAT DID SHE SAY???” because for about five minutes, I blacked out completely. It was such a whirlwind of emotion that I don’t think I’ll ever be able to feel again. When we got back to our seats, the sweet angel that is Steph came over to me and asked how it went and I managed to get out “I said Hi, I’m Megan and...and....and...” and then I completely LOST MY SHIT and started SOBBING in Steph’s arms. I literally could not process that she KNEW WHO I WAS! I’M A LITERAL GARBAGE CAN! WHY DID SHE KNOW ME??? WHY DID SHE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT? WHY DID SHE LAUGH SO MUCH? I COULDN’T PROCESS!

Steph: Meg, Taylor wanted to meet you, how do you feel?

The sobbing didn’t last long and I recovered just in time to meet my sweet baby Lauren @iknowplaces13 which I was SO EXCITED FOR! She was so happy for me and such an angel BUT THIS WASNT THE END OF THE ANGELS because JAIME APPEARS OUT OF THIN AIR TO SURPRISE ME (even though Dani @screamedsooloud ruined the surprise by accident but it’s FINE) and at this point, I still haven’t told Jaime that I met Taylor and I’m squirming trying to get out of the vice like hug she’s giving me so i can pull up my sleeve and show her my wristband LOL. Eventually she lets me BREATHE and I yank my sleeve up and go “SURPRISE, Snake!” and she literally is the blinking man gif, just no actually expression, raises her eyebrows, looks down at it and back at me and just goes “....when?” and then LAUNCHES herself at me because she is the sweetest, purest bean on the planet and was so genuinely happy for me. She’s listened to me cry about how I was sure this would never happen for so long and she kept telling me she was sure it would happen in Tampa and it was SO fun to outsnake her for once. I started telling her the story and every time I’d tell her something new, she’d tackle me again, it was so PURE. I love her with my entire heart. Here’s a picture after I’ve cried all my eyeliner off.

And then I snaked Brittany @messthatuwanted for snaking me because it’s what she deserved:

The show was obviously amazing and we had great seats near the B stage and were able to make it to barricade, which was such a highlight to an already amazing night. I danced so much and sang at the top of my lungs and had a full on breakdown during long live that Emily the angel had to hold me through because I literally could not cope. Just full on sobbing for half the song. I had so much fun with Emily, Steph, Jess, Sammi, Leyton, Lejla, Sarah, Paige, and everyone else I spent time with this weekend. I’m forever grateful to Taylor for bringing so many amazing people into my life, I don’t deserve any of you and I can’t wait to reunite with 99 percent of the people I met at Gillette in Nashville.

I quite literally had the time of my life with you, @taylorswift. Thank you so much for loving me like I love you, thank you for loving my friends and for bringing them into my life. I’ll never forget you as long as I live.

#7.28 #rep room #rep room story

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ccarats · 6 years

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so i have a post for my general follow forever/mentions/whatever that’s called for my anniversary post aosihfsdf. but i wanted to give a special shoutout to angie ( @compoxing / @misterrightscenarios ) and ri ( @fallingforcheol ) because in such a short amount of time, the two of you have become very dear to me. talking to the two of you each day brightens it up every time i see a message notification from you two. we go on about how much we love our bias, only to then send pictures of our wreckers ( and wonwoo is not a wrecker so sTOP ) only to laugh at each other’s freakouts five seconds later. i mean it all started with sending nice messages to each other in our inboxes, ri, and the scoups trash can for us, angie- i honestly didn’t know that such good friendships would blossom from these little things, but i’m incredibly grateful that they did.

being able to talk on kkt with you, angie, at three in the morning and talking about how soft jihoon is and then going on to me yelling at you about your disloyalty and your swerves towards jeonghan. to come up with the most random ideas and throw them into the void of our chat and develop them with no intention other than to just have fun. sending each other pictures of the members at the same exact time and screaming about them and the fact that we literally sent the same exact post to one another. to being able to come to you when i’m struggling, or having a hard time, and listening to me when nobody else wants to, or can. your writing is insane, too, and you know this- i tell you it all the time. reading your scenarios always gets me so excited and i’m always so happy to see where you take things, even though i already know half the time lol. you can take a common au and transform it into something uniquely you and it’s just so distinct i can read something and immediately go ‘oh, angie wrote smth new!!’, and i think that’s an amazing skill all in its own. i love being able to bounce ideas with you on my stories, your stories or just headcanon about soft things like dadteen or other things like.....well, you know. you’ve made my days inexplicably more exciting and filled with joy, and i hope that i’ve been able to do only a fraction of that for you.

ri, it’s made me so happy to be able to talk to somebody who i admired from afar for a while, and for multiple reasons. your cheery outlook on here and friendliness being one, your intense work ethic for your blog being another. and your writing- it’s otherworldly. reading your fluffy works always made me blush and squirm around because it was too adorable, your angst always brought tears to my eyes and i could never tell if i was just a sensitive baby or if you were just that good, but i choose to go with the latter. your ideas are so unique and i love that you explore different genres so openly and without as big a fear of people not enjoying that piece as i’ve seen in other writers throughout the years. your creativity for drabbles is insane, and i’ve always commended you for that. your kindness towards other content creators or those who partake in it is on a level that i can only hope to be. sometimes i sit in our chat and i’m like...wow how did i get so lucky to end up friends with her?? and it’s nice to have somebody i can complain to about writing sometimes. as much as i love it, it can be exhausting and extremely frustrating in some situations and i’m glad that there’s somebody who understands me to an extent that maybe others wouldn’t. i’ve had such a good time talking with you and i hope you don’t leave me in the dust when u realize how much cooler you are then me aosihfosdf

you both have made my life a lot brighter in the maybe month, tops that we’ve been talking? and i want to thank you for that. in a time that wasn’t so great for me, with your unintentional help, you dug me out of a hole that i was slowly digging myself into. i enjoy writing things that i’m insecure in now, i feel like i can talk about things more openly without judgement, and idk... i just love y’all and u’ve done so much to help me without even knowing the half of it!!! you guys are soft trio for a reason- you make me smile and excited to come on here. to write, even when i don’t want to. to participate in tags and yell at each other on the dash when i never thought that i’d be a part of that. i hope that we have many more months of friendship ahead of us, and i hope that i’ve brought even just a little bit of brightness to your lives in the time we’ve been talking.

#i know this is super cheesy #and exclusive to the two of you #but you guys are really special to me!!#you're my writer friends and the people i talk to for a majority of my days #generally at least haha #i've said most of what i needed to up there i just #hope u don't mind that i got so extra #love u guys :(#soft trio

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astronomyparkers · 7 years

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Skyline {II}

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Guys!!! I’m seriously blown away at all the commotion and excitement around Skyline. In the two days that I’ve posted it, I’ve had to turn off my notifications just because they were blowing up!! Thank you so much for all that you’ve done and, hopefully, will continue to do...as there will be a Skyline pt. 3 and possibly pt. 4!! One quick thing I’d like to mention, however, is that I’ve gotten a lot of requests to tag people in my writing. While I’m honoured that you guys want to know as soon as possible when I update, I’ve had so many people request to be on a tags list that I’ve just decided not to do one. I don’t ever want to leave someone out or forget about someone, so I thought it’d be best to not have one at all. I really hope this doesn’t affect you guys too much, but if you follow me, I usually give pretty regular updates on what’s going to be coming soon. And, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!!

{part I}

It had taken a few weeks, but life after your meeting with Spider-Man had finally returned to normal. The groups of people hanging around your locker had broken up, the teachers stopped questioning you in front of class, and only three people asked if you had Spider-Man’s number when they wrote in your yearbook. Despite the attention you had received, however, your school year had come to an uneventful close. And although you were grateful the interrogations had stopped, you were less than overjoyed about the dullness your days had once again become coloured with.

Your time was filled with events in which variety was far and few. You woke up at the same time, ate the same breakfast, took care of the same two year old next door, visited your same friends, and tried not to notice the slow ticking of the clock on the wall. It wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy the time with your friends, or your favourite toddler; it was just that you felt…different. Different in a way that you couldn’t explain, or even put into words. Just different.

Even your nights on the fire escape, which you had so loved, had been tinged with a feeling of monotony. You still sat on the metal steps, and doodled in your notebook, and listened to music quietly, but you couldn’t help but wish that there would be an explosion a few blocks down, like there had been almost two months ago.

Okay, that wasn’t entirely true. You were already down one favourite restaurant, and you didn’t need to lose another (the Thai place on 68th, however, was amazing, just like Spider-Man had said, and you and your mom had begun frequenting it). You especially didn’t want anyone to get hurt, or for Spider-Man to get hurt. But you just wanted a reason to see him again; you felt like there was more you could have told him last time, more that you wanted to talk about. You had so many questions! Like how he balanced school and superpowers (you assumed he was around your age, based on his voice and demeanor), or if he was ever scared, doing what he did. Was there anyone looking out for him? Did he have someone to check up on him and make sure he was okay, not too banged up after a battle? Did anyone toss and turn at night, waiting for him to come home? Did anyone even know who he was?

That last thought made you stop cold. Your hand froze, pen still poised on paper where you had been drawing your neighbor’s cat that had been running around. Did Spider-Man have anyone who knew the burden he bore? Or did he bare it in silence, never letting anyone seeing him falter? You thought back to what Peter Parker had said in the hallway over a month ago. “No one ever asks the hero if they’re okay. They just kind of assume they are. Everyone likes being treated like they matter.” Even Spider-Man himself had told you how no one had ever checked if he was fine. He was so shocked when you asked the question. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you had only really asked it because you were in a bit of a shock. It wasn’t like you were trying to look out for him or be different than other people. You weren’t really different from other people. Right now, the only person you were different from was you from two months ago. In every other way, you were like every other citizen.

You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts and focus on your sketch. The more your mind wandered, the more Reginald the cat looked like Winnie the Pooh. You reached over and turned the music up on your speakers, and made the decision to push Spider-Man from your mind. You met him, you talked, it was fun, and you were most likely never going to see him again. It was time to move on.

“I like your music.”

You screamed and jumped off your perch on one of the metal steps, sliding on your butt to the ground three steps down. Looking around frantically, you tried to find who had spoken, but there was no one around you.

“Up here.” The voice said again.

You glanced up, and dangling above you, upside down, was Spider-Man.

He gave a small wave with this free hand and your eyes widened in disbelief. You weren’t quite sure what to say.

“Y/N?” You heard your mother call from inside. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah,” You called back, not taking your eyes off the masked hero. “Yeah, there was, um…a spider. It scared me.”

“Okay, well, keep it down,” Your mother called back. “It’s late.”

“Sure thing.” You answered, quietly moving your speakers from the window sill and sliding your window shut. You didn’t want your mother to hear who you were talking to. “Um, hi.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Spider-Man finally flipped right side up and straightened up in front of you. “Are you okay?”

“I thought that was my line,” You gave a small grin. “Yeah, I’m fine. My dignity is a little bruised, but I never had much to begin with? So it’s whatever.”

“Funny,” Spider-Man chuckled. “You’re funny. Drawing again?”

“Uh huh.” You paused for a moment. “No offense, because I’m glad I’m seeing you again, but what are you doing here? I didn’t know you did house calls.”

“I don’t.” Spider-Man rubbed the back of his head. “But I was in the neighborhood and I heard your music and thought I would stop by to say hi.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“So…hi.” Spider-Man waved again, making you laugh.

“Hi.” You repeated.

“How’ve you been?” Spider-Man leaned against the metal stairway in what you guessed was an attempt to act casual. “Been —been doing okay?”

“Uh, well, I’ve been thinking of you, actually,” You confessed, leaning back against the brick wall of your apartment building (if Spider-Man was going to lean to attempt to look casual, you were going to lean to attempt to look casual).

“Y-yeah?” Spider-Man’s voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “I’ve, uh, I’ve been thinking of you, too.”

“Really?” You wrapped your arms around yourself as a breeze blew through the air.

“Well, of the drawing you gave me,” Spider-Man added on quickly. “I have it on my wall, so I-I look at it a lot.”

“Oh,” You smiled, albeit confused. He seemed so nervous, but you had no idea why. He was the hero of Queens; if anyone was supposed to be nervous, it was you. “I’m glad you like it.”

“I do, I do.” Spider-Man moved away from the stairway, walking backwards towards the edge of your fire escape. “Well, I should—just thought I would stop in to tell you.”

“I thought you stopped by to say hi?” You furrowed your brow, biting your lip as you did so.

“I did! That too, I guess. It’s been—” Spider-Man stumbled over one of the flower pots you had in a little cluster at the edge of the fire escape. “Shit! Sorry, um, it’s been good—great! Great seeing you again, but, uh, I have to go. People to be, places to save—I mean—shit—”

“No, no, it’s totally okay,” You nodded and walked closer to him. “I understand; you have to go be Spider-Man, so…go be Spider-Man. Just…”

“Just what?” Spider-Man’s head tilted to the side, curiosity evident in his voice.

“I’m really trying not to sound creepy, but just…let me know you’re okay? Or let someone know you’re okay.” You pushed some hair out of your face. “You can’t be Spider-Man all the time, right? You save all those people, and take care of the city, and that’s great, but make sure you’re taking care of yourself, too.” Spider-Man didn’t say anything. “Please.” You tacked on, trying to sound more polite.

“I—yeah,” Spider-Man nodded. “Yes, Y/N, I promise I’ll take care of myself. I’ll let you—someone know that I’m okay after a rough day.”

“Okay.” You smiled and sighed in relief.

“Okay.” Spider-Man waved and shot a web to a nearby lamppost, swinging off into the distance.

You really thought that would be the last time you would see him. Honestly, you did, and you were fine with it. You were still different, but okay. Okay was better than you were before. Okay was better than bored with everything. Okay was…okay.

Except okay didn’t last long for you. A week and a half later, there was another explosion. Louder than the one months prior, but farther away. You quickly climbed out your window and onto your fire escape to try and find out what had happened, but all you could see was a puff of smoke in the distance. Around you, you heard the screams of civilians on the street, followed by multiple sirens coming from all directions.

You pressed your hand to your chest as your pulse sped up rapidly in a mix of fear, shock, and worry. What had happened? What could have caused this? Would everyone make it out alright?

“Y/N,” Your mother poked her head out through the window. “Come inside.”

“But, Mom—”

“The news said that everyone should remain inside their homes,” Your mom reached out a hand. “Come on, honey.”

With one final glance towards the smoky horizon, you accepted your mother’s hand and climbed back through the window, shutting it behind you.

The two of you watched the news all night, trying to understand what was happening. The news only aired bits and pieces at a time; at first you thought it was because they didn’t want to make anyone panic, but later you realized that they didn’t really know what had happened either.

From what you could tell, there had been some sort of explosion on the Queensboro Bridge, caused by a pursuit between a few weapons dealers and Spider-Man. It was thought that the dealers were the leftover workers that had been under the employment of the Vulture, who Spider-Man had caught months prior. The newscasters claimed that the dealers tried to lose Spider-Man on the Bridge by causing an explosion, guessing he would stop to help civilians. They guessed right, but what they didn’t guess was that the impact of the blast would knock their car into the East River. The car had been recovered, and so had two of the three bodies, but one was still missing. As for civilian casualties, none had been reported yet, although at least seventeen people had been taken to the hospital for their injuries.

You watched the news for hours, until the sun had set and the stars came out. The more time passed, the more anxious you became.

Around eleven, you finally excused yourself for bed. Watching those images had exhausted you, emotionally and mentally, and you were worried about the people of your city (and, if truth were to be told, you were worried about one person in particular).

As tired as you were, though, you couldn’t turn your mind off enough to fall asleep. You tossed and turned for what seemed like forever, but when you checked your clock, it was only 12:13. With a sigh, you gave up on sleep and sat up in bed, turning on your lamp. You grabbed a book from your bedside table and tried to read, hoping to get your mind off things, but that didn’t work either. The reason, however, wasn’t because the book couldn’t distract you from Spider-Man, but because a few minutes later, Spider-Man knocked on your window.

The sound of his fingers tapping made you jump, and your head turned around so fast you thought it may give you whiplash. At the window, peaking in, was the masked hero.

Quietly, so as not to wake your mother (who had gone to bed after you), you opened the window and climbed out onto your fire escape, gently shutting the window behind you.

“Hey,” Spider-Man said quickly. You stared, a little uncomprehendingly, at the boy in front of you. “Um, what’s up?”

“What’s up?” You repeated incredulously. “What’s—what are you doing here?”

“Last—last week you said to let you know if I was okay.” Spider-Man rubbed the back of his neck. “You know, after a rough night. So…I’m okay.”

You nodded. “Okay.” You were unsure of what else to say. It had become clear to you that this was becoming more than just a hero checking in on a civilian, or a civilian checking in on a hero. Something else was developing, but you weren’t entirely decided on what it was.

“Could I—” Spider-Man began, at the exact same time you said, “Would you—?”

“No, sorry, you first.” The boy apologized, gesturing to you.

“Would you like something to drink?” You asked. “Water, or anything?”

“Water…would be great, thank you,” Spider-Man nodded, and you quietly opened your window to grab him a glass, leaving the hero on your fire escape.

You two spent the rest of the night talking. You discussed the fight, what really happened (the news had it right, it seemed), how he felt seeing it (“I’ve never…in all my fights, there was never somebody I couldn’t save”), and how he felt he had almost caused it (“I chased them to the Bridge, Y/N”). When you wanted to lighten the mood, you asked about school. He couldn’t tell you much, but you learned you were in the same grade, although he wouldn’t say what school he went to. After that, he asked you to draw him. Then he drew you. Before you two knew it, the sun was rising, he was saying goodbye and swinging off to wherever he really belonged, and you were left on the fire escape.

And that became the routine. For the rest of your summer, you saw each other at least once a week. After a big fight, Spider-Man would show up on your fire escape, and you would be ready to listen and talk, with some snacks and drinks. Once August rolled around, Spider-Man was coming on nights he didn’t fight anyone at all, just because he enjoyed talking to you so much. You two would sit on the fire escape, look out onto the Queens skyline, and be honest (as honest as a superhero with a secret identity could be) with each other, about anything and everything. Spider-Man kept collecting the drawings you did, claiming he kept them all in a special place.

You would roll your eyes whenever he asked for one. “I’m sure the other Avengers like looking at all the scribbles a teenager does in the dead of night.”

“They don’t see them,” Spider-Man admitted. “I keep them for myself. I’m kind of…greedy that way, I guess.”

You blushed, looking down at the drink in your hands. You heard the sound of Spider-Man drinking his soda (he insisted on using a bendy straw so that he could tuck it under his mask because “I can’t pull the mask off, Y/N, not even a bit”) and you felt like something was beginning to burn inside you. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend that this was a normal hangout between two friends. In the solitude of your mind, you imagined Spider-Man behind the mask. Not so much what he looked like, but what he felt like. It wasn’t even that you had never been able to feel his bare skin because of the suit; ever since the night you two met, except when he pulled you up from falling, he had never touched you. It was almost like he was afraid of crossing a line—like touching you, even just a brush against your shoulder, would turn this into something else. If you were completely honest with yourself, you were afraid of that, too.

“Y/N?” Spider-Man’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?” You answered, looking up from the ground and up at his mask-covered face.

“I don’t know if I—” Spider-Man took a deep breath. “I wanted—”

“Yes?” You repeated, pushing some loose hair out of your face.

Spider-Man reached out a hand, like he was going to tuck the hair behind your ear. You kept as still as possible as his hand approached, but when he was a few inches away from your face, he thought better of it.

“Nothing,” He pulled his hand back and looked up at the sky, just beginning to tinge pink with the rising sun. “It’s late. Or early, I guess. I should go.”

“Okay.” You whispered. You watched as Spider-Man stood up and shot a web, swinging up onto a nearby rooftop and went home—wherever that was.

You sighed wistfully, tucked your own hair behind your ear, and rested your head into your cupped palm (and you only half-wished it was the hand of someone else).

{part III}

A/N: Also!!! My friend Jen drew art for this it’s so adorable pls go look here!!!!!

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marvelous-heroimagines · 7 years

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Finally: Part 3

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Word Count: 1.8K Warnings: Angst? Fluff?

A/N: This is the last chapter that is based off my real life. The rest of the fic will be purely fiction

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Part 1, Part 2

It’s been almost 2 weeks since Bucky broke things off, before they’d actually started, and he hadn’t randomly appeared in your apartment since. You know that he feels awkward, and doesn’t want to intrude, but his absence was doing the opposite. The longer he avoided you, the worse it got. You know that you’re going to have to be the one to cut through the awkwardness and make the first move.

Your phone buzzes, and you subconsciously hold your breath, wondering if it would be your best friend, finally growing a pair and talking to you again. But it wasn’t. It was, yet another, match on Tinder. Unlocking your phone, you delete the Tinder notification and navigate to your messages. You needed to text Bucky before the wedge was driven further between the two of you, and your friendship was lost forever.

Hey stranger, You’ve been MIA, are you on a mission or something? My apartment hasn’t been broken into by my annoying neighbour lately, and I’m starting to feel like a normal person...

You know for a fact that Bucky wasn’t on a mission, you’d heard his favourite record blasting last night, but you wanted to seem casual and show him that you were fine with talking to and seeing him. You quickly press send before you can second guess yourself.

To help take your mind off the suspense of Bucky’s reply, you open up Tinder and decide to message your latest match. You view his profile again, trying to come up with a cute and witty opening line. Coming up blank, you let out a sigh and type out a generic message.

Hi Lee! How’re you? :)

‘Keep it light and breezy, Y/N,’ you encourage yourself as you send your message to Lee. He was hot, really hot, and you start getting nervous as you wait for his reply. You’d downloaded Tinder 2 weeks ago. To start with you were too nervous, or scared, to properly start swiping. But once you started, it was hard to stop. You finally understood why the single ladies at work were constantly swiping left and right. You’d talked to a couple of guys so far, but all the conversations had died off, or you’d unmatched the guy once he sent you a dick pic.

It was stupid, but getting matches on Tinder made you feel better about what happened with Bucky. You didn’t know if the spark you’d had for your best friend had died out, but seeing him would confirm either way. He didn’t want to take a risk and see how great being together could be, so you needed to move on to someone who didn’t second guess their feelings.

Your phone vibrates again, but it wasn’t Lee. It was Bucky. You take a deep breath as you open his message and prepare yourself for the worst.

Haha, nah I haven’t been on mission, just a little busy. I’m free tonight, want to have drinks?

Releasing a sigh of relief, you quickly type your reply.

Sure. Come over? I have some beers that have your name on them and I don’t feel like going out.

You watch the three little dots appear and disappear multiple times. You know Bucky like the back of your hand, he was trying to make an excuse as to why the two of you needed to go out instead of spending the night in. He never used to have a problem with staying in, but he’d never led you on before. The failed start had definitely changed things between the two of you, you just hope it’s not permanent.

The three dots didn’t appear again, and you deduct that Bucky hadn’t been able to think of a legitimate excuse, and was making his way over. Placing your phone on the table, you get up and start tidying your apartment. You don’t know why you feel compelled to clean up for Bucky - he’s probably never seen your apartment properly clean - but you keep grabbing dirty dishes and stacking them in the sink.

Bucky doesn’t even bother knocking, just striding into your apartment, “Hey,” he calls to you as he rounds the hall archway, “Why don’t you want to go out?”

You shrug as you move from the sink to the fridge, grabbing two beers and handing him one, “I don’t know, just can’t be bothered,”

Bucky nods, looking at nothing in particular as if he was thinking through something. Taking the lead, you walk back over to the couch and slump into it.

“What do you want to watch?” you glance over at Bucky, still standing in your kitchen looking lost. His head snaps up and his eyes focus on you,

Bucky shrugs as he follows your steps and sits next to you, leaving a safe ‘we’ve-made-out-but-now-we’re-just-friends-again’ sized space between the two of you. Bucky had never been the type to be conscious of how close he sat to you, and for some reason it annoys you now. Forcing yourself to forget the minor detail, you flick through channels until you find a drama, cop show.

You let out a groan as you reach the apex of your stretch. Bucky glances at you, a chuckle escaping him as he watches you twist your body into various stretch positions.

“Another?” you ask, holding up your empty beer bottle,

“Sure,” Bucky nods. You stand, ignoring the pins and needles in your foot and start collecting the empty beer bottles that now littered your coffee table.

There’s quite a few bottle, you and Bucky had been drinking for just over an hour, and you try to juggle all the bottles so that you don’t have to make more than one trip. Bucky makes a move to help you gather the bottles, “I’ve got it,” you dismiss him. He doesn’t stop, only grabbing an empty bottle.

You shift the various bottles already in your arms, freeing your left hand, “No,” you whine, grabbing Bucky’s extended flesh hand. You feel Bucky instantly tense from your touch, and his eyes slide up to meet yours. Tension grows as the two of you stare at each other, your hand still grasping his, trying to stop him from grabbing more bottles.

Something snaps in your head, and you pull back your hand a little too quickly. The tension that had filled the room is immediately replaced by a feeling to awkwardness. ‘I suppose this is what he was wanting to avoid,’ you think as you snatch the remaining empty bottles and shuffle to the kitchen.

This was the last thing you wanted. You never wanted to feel awkward around Bucky, especially due to something trivial like touching hands. It was stupid, and childish. You just wanted to go back to before everything had gotten so complicated.

The sound of your phone buzzing on the coffee table pulls you back to reality. You carefully place all the empty bottles on your kitchen bench and grab 2 more beers from the fridge.

“What’s this?” Bucky asks as you walk back over to the couch. He’s holding your phone in his hand, frowning down at your screen.

You hand him a beer and snatch your phone out of his metal grasp. Looking down, you feel your stomach flip as you’re met with a Tinder notification from Lee. You can’t keep the smile off your face as you unlock your phone and read the message.

Hey Y/N. I’m great thank you! How are you? Spending your Friday night out on the town?

“Y/N?” Bucky’s voice breaks through your blissful bubble, “What’s that?”

Glancing over at Bucky, confusion washes over you as you see him frowning at you, looking like a disappointed parent.

“Tinder... The dating app?” you drawl out, “You match with people if you like each other and-”

Bucky’s features don’t change, keeping the frown firmly in place as his eyes shift from yours to your phone, “I know what it is. Why are you using it? You should just meet a guy at a bookstore or a coffee shop...”

You can’t stop yourself before a scoff escapes you. Rolling your eyes, you nod at Bucky, “Okay, thanks Grandpa, but it’s 2017... Meeting guys that way just doesn’t happen anymore,”

“But isn’t Tinder for booty calls?” Bucky asks,

“Not always,” you shrug, “But... Dick pics are pretty common,”

Bucky scrunches his nose is disgust. You cock your head at him, Bucky was from a different century, but he’d never been a prude. He loved to tell you about his conquests in the 30s and 40s.

Bucky abruptly stands, slamming his beer on the table a little too hard, making it explode with foam from the neck.

“Buck!” you exclaim, watching the foam spill all over your coffee table. When he doesn’t respond, you look up to see him heading for your front door.

“Where are you going?” you call after him, confusion thick in your tone,

“Home,” he grunts out, not bothering to turn around to face you, “I’ve got to leave early in the morning for a mission,”

“What?” you call out, but he only rips open your door and disappears behind it. You’re left with your jaw hanging open and a frown etched between your brows.

You can’t even process what had happened in the last 10 minutes, and it didn’t have anything to do with you being tipsy. Had Bucky just gotten jealous? Surely not, he was the one who ended things, not you.

You push the thoughts out of you mind, Bucky was acting strange, but it wasn’t your problem. Your frown is replaced by a goofy grin as you type out a reply to Lee.

I’m good! Nah, not out tonight, just having a quiet one. You?

Lee instantly replies, making your stomach flip.

Same here! I don’t know how my friends are always up for a big one. Every. Single. Weekend. Haha. Since nether of us will be hungover tomorrow, I’d love to grab coffee with you :)

Butterflies explode in your stomach as you read and reread Lee’s words. A part of you was still chewing over what Bucky’s reaction was about, but you couldn’t let yourself dwell on him; you had a date with a super hot man tomorrow.

Next Part

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alanafsmith · 7 years

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Meet the London Met law student who took the Government Legal Service to court over her training contract rejection, and won

She’ll be applying again this summer

London Metropolitan University

Applying for training contracts has been likened to looking for one of Willy Wonka’s Golden Tickets.

These are all the more difficult to find now that firms — often with applicant to vacancy ratios in the hundreds to one — are becoming increasingly reliant on multiple choice tests to help them sift.

For some aspiring lawyers, like Legal Cheek author ‘Pissed-off Postgrad’, these tests are an inconvenience. For London Metropolitan University student Terri Brookes, they are an insurmountable barrier to securing a training contract.

Now a masters student, Brookes has Asperger’s syndrome, dyslexia and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). The cumulative impact of these means Brookes finds tests with a “social imagination element” (‘what would you do if…’) impossible. She explains:

These tests ask people to predict the future. If you ask someone without Asperger’s what they’d do in a given situation, chances are they could give you an idea of what they may or may not do. I can’t do that.

Imagine Brookes’ disappointment, therefore, when she went to apply for a trainee position at the Government Legal Service (GLS) back in July 2015. Tagged to the initial application form is a situational judgement test. If you don’t do the test, your application will not be submitted.

Studying for her Legal Practice Course (LPC) at the time, Brookes contacted the GLS in June to request reasonable adjustments for the psychometric test. These were that she could submit written answers to the questions. When her request was refused, Brookes gave the test a go, scored below the pass mark and didn’t progress to stage two.

“As soon as I failed the test, I spoke to a recruitment contact and made a formal complaint, which got escalated to senior management,” 33-year-old Brookes tells Legal Cheek. “I told them it was disability discrimination and explained I was trying to resolve this reasonably, but they were sure they were in the right. By November, I’d issued a claim to the employment tribunal.”

Pursuing it was a struggle. Single parent Brookes’ final year LPC exams inconveniently came around at the same time as the case. This — coupled with the David v Goliath nature of bringing court action against an organisation with 2,000 staff — meant there was no shortage of people trying to put the Sussex University law graduate off the idea.

“When I told one of my lecturers about the case,” Brookes explains, “she looked at me, put her hand on my shoulder and said ‘you’re very brave.’” Others said there’s no way Brookes was going to get the GLS to change its whole recruitment process for just one person. “People thought I was crazy, honestly.”

You might think the constant discouragement would prompt Brookes to instruct solicitors and barristers to help bolster her case, but it did the opposite. Fearing a lawyer may too try to dissuade her, Brookes — having experienced her conditions first-hand and researched them as part of her studies — felt she was the best person for the job. She says:

All I was thinking about was the difference I was hoping the case would make.

And she was right to think that way. The tribunal hearing came around in May 2016. The experts — Sussex professor Hugo Critchley and clinical psychiatrist Dr Pawan Rajpal — were on her side. And more importantly, so was the tribunal.

Brookes was awarded exactly what she asked for. Money-wise, this was the minimum amount of compensation stipulated by the guidelines, £600, plus expenses (“this was a case fought on principle, not for money”). The court also told GLS to send Brookes a written apology and to review its application process. Was she elated? Not really:

The government doesn’t want to lose anything. To come up against a student with no training contract and with multiple disabilities, to lose a case against someone like that, they’re not going to like it. I’d been warned the GLS would appeal the case and had expected it to do so.

It did. A year of waiting ensued before the case was heard at the Employment Appeal Tribunal. The judges deliberated for four hours (“I was praying, literally praying during that time”), before returning to give their verdict. The GLS lost. Permission to appeal was refused. It was over.

'Injury to feelings' payment from GLS received. I truly earned it! I pray the case will help future applicants with ASCs gain employment!?!

— Terri Brookes (@TIBrookes) April 8, 2017

Months of prep work and messy litigation later, you’d be forgiven for thinking Brookes would want to confine her relationship with the GLS to the history books. You’d be wrong. She is planning to reapply for its training contract when applications open this summer. She’s “fully aware” they might not want anything to do with her, and has her plans to study for a PhD at London Metropolitan to fall back on. But:

I’ve wanted to be a lawyer since I was nine-years ago. It’s been a lifelong dream of mine, and believe me it’s been a lifelong battle to get where I am now… I still believe I could make a difference in education and disability, and I hope the GLS will give me the opportunity to do that.

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Ask you anything: What is your biggest regret?

Again, apologies for the lack of response. Apparantly, the Tumblr app enjoys being an impulsive rodent when it comes to inbox notifications.

As for the question, I can go on and on about my regrets, some that are far as simple and useless, and the other more reasonable and still haunt me to this day.

These three, however, remain as a stain.

1.) The first mistake I made was tampering with multiple fandoms, specifically the WC and STH fandom, when I was just a younger lad. I wanted to see how angry the people would get just by drawing the worst crack ships unimaginable, playing a personality of a thirteen-year-old freak, create satirical OCs, and the constant adult jokes equivalent to Seth MacFarlane. It was so hostile that people went as far as posting my art onto bad art blogs, and I had to immediately stop just to tell the people who ran the blogs to take it down. I left the fanbases a year after the incident, never to speak of it again.

Whenever I think back to when I was younger, it gets all over my head like the plague to where I don’t even eat for a day. It’s just a middle school regret, yes, but it’s the worst. Fortunately though, all of this idiocy was how I met my first few online friends within a week and how I joined an animation team full of MLP fans.

And even to this day, I always set up an FAQ on my DA, telling people not to post my art on other websites without my consent.

2.) The second one was a creation of an OC I made back in 2013, who I won’t mention at all or even ever, because it’s just that grotesque.

I’ve long feared that this regret would be brought up again, and the pain is more than I can bear.

I remember when I used to run multiple ask blogs to where my sister would ask me, “How are you handling all of them at once?” The answer was that I was extremely addicted to MLP and DCMK at the time, and those two were all I could think about. Of course, I tried to get her to watch it, but she kept running away whenever I forced her on my chair, but that’s another story.

Anyway, the character I made back in 2013 was just a basic “Black and blue” kind of original character you’d find on the internet, complete with a tragic backstory, bizarre plotholes that barely connect, and Homestuck handwriting. However, people didn’t really care about the character, and I was delighted when people would come to ask my character one question after another, so much so that I would draw their character, and they would reblog it, and I’d happily watch as the notes arise above.

This is where it leads to the story of my ex-friend.

I remember when we met each other on Tumblr, with each other envious with our art styles. I would enjoy everything they drew, and would try the best I can to motivate them. I even went as far as talking to their friends, too! Ah, I would go to all the things we’ve done, but that’ll be all you’ll know.

One day, I went way too far with our characters, and they called me out for behaving immaturely. We didn’t talk for a month, and I had a plethora to think about for my actions, since all I’ve done was spamming the tags to no end and roleplaying with other RP blogs. Say it wasn’t my fault, but I was responsible for my unforgivable deeds. Of course, we started talking again, but they began to become toxic, mostly by gossiping behind my back with their other friends. I began to do all that I can to make prove that I was loyal, and that created a huge disaster on my mental health.

The more toxic they were, the more I hated the character I created. In hopes I can start over, I decided to change my character’s design and personality, but I was still continued to be treated like a burden. Eventually, by the end of the year, I decided that they’ve pushed me past the breaking point, and immediately removed them from my life. I’ve went as far as avoiding them.

All of this was because I created a character that destroyed my health and my relationship. While I usually forget things for about an hour or even two days, this took me about two years to forget that this ever happened AND to get back up again. But the worst part was that it nearly damaged my reputation as an artist, and thank bloody god I sold them away to another artist.

And that, comrades, is how not to create a character for people to like! :D

3.) My first boyfriend.

Oh, middle school days was always about getting yourself a nice fiance and doing the best in the bed. However, I was told by my family to never get a boyfriend, because they constantly watched Fox News everyday, and I had to sit in my desk and watch in envy as I saw one girl after another kiss their precious sweetheart in public.

One day, a friend of mine went up to me and started asking me personal questions, such as what do I like to draw, what place do I love going to, etc. This would only force me to run away as fast as I could to my P.E class. This would continue for about a month, until he finally asked me to be his girlfriend. I was as ignorant as a runt at the time, and I was already under his spell, so accepting them was all I could do.

We exchanged phone numbers, called each other silently every Saturday, and subject his little brother to torment. We were in love so much, but it didn’t last as long as it would. When my big sis found out, boy did I get a long lecture on why I shouldn’t get a boyfriend, and forced myself to break up with him.

After that, he kept crawling back to me, and I started to realize that my sister was in the right all along, for he revealed that he just wanted to get in my pants, and was found with ANOTHER girl who was two years older than him. In anger, I told my sister about this, and we were nearly close to plotting his demise, via beating him up mercilessly.

He still talked to me in high school, but he then disappeared during my final weeks as a freshman. I discovered that he literally had another girlfriend and got them pregnant, and was expelled from the school after she died. To say the least, he was one of those people who made me declare myself to never fall in love again. That went the same for another girl who attempted to ask me out on a date.

And that was also how I obtained the personality of any protagonist in any film noir you can think of.

#Chianti vents

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