we-had-everything

anonymous asked:

hi omg okay lemme tell u something. like two years ago I started talking to this girl on here. a year later I was crushing so hard it was actually pathetic, I couldn't focus on anything but her, but I never told her bc I was sure she didn't reciprocate and I was scared of losing her. distance, bitterness & bad communication ruined everything we had and we drifted apart and almost stopped talking. (to b continued!)

(part 2) a lil while ago we talked about why everything happened like it did and I admitted I’d liked her. her response was “whatever you felt, I probably felt twice of it”. Turns out she was in love w me back. turns out she never said anything bc she was so sure I didn’t like her like that. Turns out all we had was ruined by fear, uncertainty & ironic miscommunication. And now it’s too late for us. so pls TELL UR CRUSH U LIKE THEM. It’s scary but it’s worse to waste ur feelings & miss out!!!

omg honestly like ngl i’m like def more open to telling her now and like . i’m not going to Yet bc like in my Gut i don’t feel like the timing is quite right but i’ll def ,, consider it ,, also i’m so sorry things turned out that way !! sending u both love 💓

“My husband and I sold everything we had to afford the journey. We worked 15 hours a day in Turkey until we had enough money to leave. The smuggler put 152 of us on a boat. Once we saw the boat, many of us wanted to go back, but he told us that anyone who turned back would not get a refund. We had no choice. Both the lower compartment and the deck were filled with people. Waves began to come into the boat so the captain told everyone to throw their baggage into the sea. In the ocean we hit a rock, but the captain told us not to worry. Water began to come into the boat, but again he told us not to worry. We were in the lower compartment and it began to fill with water. It was too tight to move. Everyone began to scream. We were the last ones to get out alive. My husband pulled me out of the window. In the ocean, he took off his life jacket and gave it to a woman. We swam for as long as possible. After several hours he told me he that he was too tired to swim and that he was going to float on his back and rest. It was so dark we could not see. The waves were high. I could hear him calling me but he got further and further away. Eventually a boat found me. They never found my husband.” (Kos, Greece)

“ My aunt also had a girlfriend. Supposedly this aunt swore to me in my cradle that I would turn out like her. Even as a child I preferred pants and a boy’s haircut. I didn’t want to wear dresses and skirts. When I first started working at AOK, I had to run errands and get files from the basement. There was always a group of women in the basement sitting, singing, and dancing with each other; I’ve always loved to dance. Sometimes they had a bottle and we drank a bit. It was there that I saw Hilde Berghausen, and I thought to myself “Gee, you could fall for that Hilde!” But I still didn’t really know why. Hilde was older than me; I was fifteen and she was twenty or twenty-one. Once she invited me home with her; I went with her—brought a pounding heart and a bouquet from our garden with me. Her parents were on vacation. We were talking and she asked me if I had a girlfriend. “Of course. Herta, my friend from school.” “There are two kinds of girlfriends.” “What do you mean, two kinds? I really love Herta!”

[…] I started going to the clubs and got to know everything around 1931, when I was fifteen. Back then, before Hitler came to power, we had a lot of clubs. For example, at the Andreas Festival Theater on Andreas Street there was a ball once a month. Through the Magic Flute, I joined a lesbian bowling club, “The Funny Nine”, which was led by Lieschen and her girlfriend Gertrud. We went bowling once a week, and once a month we rented a really big room in a dance hall on Landsberger Street. It was really nice, young and old together, fifty- to sixty-year-olds, the rest around twenty, and I was always the youngest. Later, after 1933, the proprietors–they were Nazi supporters–they stopped renting to us. Lieschen, who was in her sixties then, said “Let’s just forget this club.” And so we just forgot about it. I also went to the Monocle Bar…I still remember a lot of women who frequented that club. But they closed the Monocle Bar in 1933.

[…] When I went back home after the Labor Service, my mother found out, since all my girlfriends had written to me. I had stolen chocolate and cigarettes—we had everything in the restaurant—and I sent all my sweethearts little packages and they wrote, “My dear little Johnny-mouse, thanks so much for the wonderful package. I’m lying on my bed smoking a cigarette from you and I think of you always. Oh, I wish you were still here with me!” When my mother saw all the letters she thought “Oh my goodness, that isn’t normal; there’s something not right here.” Every day four or five letters arrived.

[…After the official ban on homosexual clubs,] outside it always said “Private Party.” You had to ring a bell and she only let in people she wanted. In 1941 there was also a very nice club on Hoch Street… but that one closed suddenly too. Even during the Nazi period there were always clubs you could go to, but they always disappeared again after a while. After 1938 there were more and more raids. If we went to one and it was closed, then we didn’t know what had happened. Before the war, Lotte Hahm had also opened a place, at Alexanderplatz in the teacher’s association building on the second floor. There used to be a dance café there. Lotte Hahm had rented it and organized ladies’ nights there. But that didn’t last very long either. […] I knew that Lotte Hahm served time in jail for seduction of a minor. That’s just nonsense; I’d never believe that about her. It was just a pretext. Then I heard that she was supposedly in a concentration camp. She really had disappeared from the face of the earth for years, so that must be true.

[…] Margot and [her girlfriend Hildegard, aka] Peter, both lived with Lissy, a woman like us who still lived at home and had already hidden one Jew, also one of us. Margot was in hiding there and Peter lived there officially. […] All of a sudden [the Gestapo] came from Gesundbrunnen Station. I said to Margot, “Don’t even bother going home; come with me.” She stayed with me at least three to six months. I had a one-room apartment. We only went outside in the dark at night; she had to get some fresh air. I had really nice neighbors who didn’t support Hitler at all. Our landlady was Jewish; the landlord wasn’t, but because they were married—a so-called privileged mixed marriage—he had been able to save her. The Jewish woman was really great; she tolerated our having girlfriends, that is, this homosexuality. She was the only one who knew I had hidden Margot. The neighbors didn’t know; I never would have said anything. Back then children even denounced their own parents.
[…] One evening we were at Vineta Square again and a woman from the house saw her. Margot hadn’t noticed that she was being watched. The Russians were already in Berlin, but there was still a lot of shooting. The next day the Gestapo came again—to me this time. If they had gotten her then, they would have shot her. Of course, they would have shot me too. But Margot wasn’t there; she was upstairs at Hanni’s—also one of us… When they came to check on me, I simply said “I don’t know any Margot” and they were finished with me. It was May, right before the war ended. ”

—Anneliese W. (1916-1995), from Claudia Schoppmann’s Days of Masquerade: Life Stories of Lesbians During the Third Reich

anonymous asked:

I need the story of the Underground Shakespearian Ring

Okay, so the school I went to for 9th grade had this really bizarre grading setup that I still don’t understand- for some reason, instead of the teachers writing up and grading tests and exams and the like, all the work was sent to an unknown third party for them to grade??? It made no sense.

Now, for the most part, the school had decent teachers, and they would just teach the curriculum correctly and then you wouldn’t run into problems with the grading. My English teacher was not one of those teachers.

So like, she hated me pretty early on- she was my homeroom teacher and thought it was disrespectful that I slept in homeroom in the mornings (I was on sleeping pills and they never wore off completely until around 10am), I never had the vocab homework in on time (someone kept breaking into my locker and stealing my vocab books I had to buy a new one like five times), she thought it was “inherently pessimistic and stuck up” when she caught me reading a book called ‘Ninth Grade Slays’ (it was about vampires, not her?), and during our Greek Mythology unit I kept correcting her about the name pronunciations of the gods (she pronounced Hephaestus as Hepatitis one time holy shit). 

Anyway, her feelings on me aside, her teaching skills were shoddy at best. But I had had way worse teachers, so had the rest of the class, and Greek myths are pretty straight-up in what’s going on, so no one really had trouble with the third-party tests.

Then we get to the Romeo and Juliet unit.

Now, fun fact: Shakespeare has always come pretty easily to me. Like, to the point where I sometimes forget/fail to understand that other people have an incredibly hard time translating his works. (I told this whole story to my friends in the school I went to for 10th/11th/12th grade and when the drama department put on ‘Midsummers Night Dream’ one year, more than half the cast tried to get me to translate their scripts and monologues for them lmao).

So, anyway, I’m just a girl, reading Romeo and Juliet and digging how it’s going…and then the teacher starts ‘translating’ it.

Um.

I cannot sift through all the bullshit this woman was spewing, but let’s just say that my favorite part is during Romeo’s spew about Rosaline, there’s one part where he says something like ‘with cupid’s arrow/she hath diane’s will’, and the teacher was taking this to mean Rosaline was a Super Lesbian who was breaking the law or something and running away with her lover Diane, which would be a rad storyline, sure, but like…I’m just raising my hand like “Um Ma’am, Diana is the Roman goddess of chastity. What Romeo meant is that she told him she’s sworn off love and is probably becoming a nun?” and this woman just got. So angry. Like, excuse me, you are a student, you’re here to learn, so you clearly don’t know anything about this (I read Romeo and Juliet for the first time in like preschool whoops). Anyway, she continues on making up her own plot to the play, and I…well I was basically Hermione Fucking Granger at this point I couldn’t just sit there and listen to someone be this wrong about something omfg??? She just got angrier and angrier and stopped calling on me after a while.

So for a couple lessons I’m just left to seethe quietly, but one day after class this girl I knew since grade school came up to me and was like “Could you…? Tell me what the hell we’re supposed to be learning?” and I didn’t even like her but I liked the validation of being someone’s Chosen Teacher so I wrote out a summary for her of everything we had covered so far so she could actually write a comprehendible essay for our homework that night.

But THEN the during the class when we got our essays back, she made a HUGE DEAL, like ‘oh Molly, it wasn’t bad enough that you’ve been failing this course material, now you have to drag your friends into it by trying to re-write the play?’ (l m a o). Like this bitch had literally tried to fight me on ‘Paris is the guy Juliet’s father wants her to marry’ and she didn’t even put a grade on my essay where I said the play only ended in tragedy because of how young and naïve the kids were, that if they had taken a breather and thought things through it probably would’ve been fine (it was a damn good essay and I stand by it). But anyway, she’s trying to make me out to my classmate’s as someone who’s trying to sabotage their education for laughs.

This backfired on her.

See, it dawned on people one by one, that she was only teaching the wrong material -> so they wouldn’t know the right material -> so when they eventually would take the exams they would only have her crazy answers -> which the third party graders wouldn’t know about -> everyone fails this course that’s like half the overall grade of the year.

Most students consider that a problem.

So suddenly the class has decided I’m the fucking Shakespeare Whisperer or something, and one by one start begging me for help. At first I was confused, because as I said, it’s so easy for me that I didn’t realize literally the entire class was lost out of their asses here. omfg. So I was really getting hassled here but I didn’t want my entire class to fail you know???? So I started meeting with people during study halls or texting them after school so they knew what was going on. And then they started telling people in this teacher’s other classes, including upperclassmen who were lost as fuck, so this was quickly spiraling out of control on my end, but overall people were really starting to understand the plays better!! So I was feeling really great.

But then, the teacher noticed that none of the homework getting handed in to her matched up with her crazy translations, and knew I was the sole person to blame (naturally). She literally tried to get me suspended over this, she went to the school’s disciplinarian!

Note: This guy, Mr. C, knew I was a God damn angel- my science class was off the charts, inappropriately awful, so every time one of our science teacher’s wanted to give the entire class detention, instead of calling Mr. C up to the class room as was the rule, they’d send me down to get him so he’d know to write up every student except for me. So when my English teacher dragged me in there he was looking her like “What on Earth could this girl have possibly done to piss you off?” 😂😂

And when she explained he looked at her for a very long moment, glanced at me with a signature ‘Office’ Reaction Face™ , turned back to her and was like “You want her suspended…for starting a study group?” and I was CHOKING.

So that really pissed her off and they started fighting and this was a very overworked and Done man so at some point he gave up and was like “I’m not suspending her but fine we can put a ban on the study group if you leave my office” omfg. So all the other students get notified and now they’re back to freaking out about the upcoming exams.

So like two days later, I’m at lunch, complaining about this to one of my friends who had a different English teacher and thus no problem, and I’m on this whole angry rant (Because I’m pissed, a bunch of kid’s grades are gonna get fucked up because of this! They just wanted to do well! I just wanted to help them!) and my friends staring at me quietly the whole time and when I finish I’m like “What?” and she’s just like “…Molly did you literally start up Dumbledore’s Army in our fucking school?” and I died on scene.

But then I started thinking about the comparison and I was like? You know fucking what? If Harry Potter can get those kids to pass their fucking DADA test I can help kids pass their fucking English Exam. Bring it the fuck on, Umbridge.

So I started Spreading The Word that anyone who needs help with their Shakespeare course can still get help, we just all need to meet up once to hash out the details. After some back and forth notes and deliberations, we ended up meeting in the school library, which was hilarious for a few reasons:

1) It was directly across the hall from this teacher’s classroom.

2) It was actually a converted janitors closet, way smaller than all the other classrooms, and there were like 50 people shoved in there; Not exactly an ideal Room of Requirement

3) The library carried no Shakespeare texts, but had the entire Harry Potter series on display to see when you first walked in

But anyway, despite the fact that we were literally three feet away from her door while we were doing this, our teacher was none the wiser of the meeting. We worked out a game plan- everyone writes out bullshit essays that align with what the teacher’s expecting. After she grades those and gives them back, they get them to me- slipping them in my locker, handing it to me discreetly in the halls or in another class, what have you. I then try to power through the dizzying amount of confusion radiating out of the teacher’s mouth and onto these papers, and more or less write out better translation of what was going on in whatever scene they covered, what the highlights they needed to know were, stuff like that, and then slip it back to them in similar discreet fashion (so the teacher/disciplinarian wouldn’t see me and get suspicious ; also because I was like 15 and wanted to feel like a super cool secret agent). They would then keep my copies and use them as study guides for the upcoming exams, where they would then answer all the questions correctly, the way the third party graders would mark correctly, and pass the exams + the bullshit essays would get them high marks in the teacher’s homework grades. The teacher never caught on to what was happening, just thought her students finally started paying attention to her.

All in all, it was a complicated mess, but it fucking worked. I don’t think anyone failed their exams that year. Will I ever be cooler? No. I think I fucking peaked when I was 15.

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We dedicated our whole day to it. The first half of the day was just the camera movements. And then we got into, it was, as you know, it’s one take, so we had to get everything right. Each attempt that we had at it. And it’s incredibly tricky because it’s not like a long tracking shot with two people speaking; it’s a long tracking shot with people punching. If one punch doesn’t land, it no longer works. It ceases to work as a scene. So I think we did it 12 times. I think three of them, we made it all the way through to the end. And one of them was the one in the show, which is kind of almost flawless. I mean, it’s very hard to find holes in that. - Charlie Cox on Cut-Man Hallway Fight

it’s such a paradox
because i hate you
but i love you
and i can’t stand seeing you all of the time
but not seeing you makes my days feel incomplete
just like not talking to you constantly makes me feel like something is missing
but talking to you all of the time reminds me that something is missing
because nothing is the same
even though everything (almost everything) is back to the way it used to be
when you hug me, i never want to let go
but i can’t stand your arms around me anymore
it just reminds me of everything we had
and lost
and when i look into your eyes,
i get so lost
because i remember the sparkle that once greeted me
the sparkle that dimmed the same way our spark had burnt out
and i lose myself in memories
i desperately i wish i could forget
but that i never want to let go of
the same way you and i can’t seem to let go of each other
but part of me wishes you would
don’t hold my hand so tight
but for the love of god, please don’t let me escape your grasp
every time i try to push you away
i just end up pulling you back
and the one person i feel as though i can tell everything to
i can’t utter a word of to
it’s like i’m constantly drowning
and you’re the water
but you’re also the one who gives me mouth to mouth
—  anonymous asked: Something about not being able to get over your now ex bf who’s still your best friend and you don’t want to tell them because you don’t wanna lose them?
(cc, 2017)

the thing about jily that’s just so fucking rude is that we could have had everything?? like james and lily were canonically soulmates, they were essentially high school sweethearts who were happy and got married and had a kid together that’s like every ship’s dream except they’re dead

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It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us- 

Super Angsty Starters
  • "You...did this?"
  • "I can't believe you."
  • "You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?"
  • "I'm dying..."
  • "She/He still loves you."
  • "I just want to go home..."
  • "You left me..."
  • "I can't forgive you for this anymore."
  • "I'm saying goodbye."
  • "I'm not good enough for you."
  • "This is goodbye."
  • "Was this just a game to you?"
  • "You merely played me like a fool."
  • "Goodbye."
  • "You're pathetic."
  • "Get out of my sight."
  • "You're nothing but a toy in a game of life."
  • "You used me?"
  • "You're so easy to manipulate."
  • "I never loved you."
  • "Don't give me that look."
  • "I can't stand you."
  • "Goodbye...my almost lover."
  • "I would have loved you."
  • "Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."
  • "I think this is where I should say goodbye."
  • "We never had it all."
  • "...Everything hurts."
  • "Go away!"
  • "I don't want to see you anymore!"
  • "Let me go."
  • "To think I almost loved you."
  • "You cheated..?"
  • "You love someone else other than me anyway."
  • "Why do you even bother with me anymore?"
  • "I'm not worth your time."
  • "Get out of here."
  • "Get away from me!"
  • "Don't touch me every again!"
  • "I hate you."
  • "Don't leave me."
  • "Please, I'll do anything!"
  • "Don't go..."
  • "We can talk about this!"
  • "I can't loose you again."
  • "Don't you have more important things to attend to?"

Hello sweeties! When I went through the IB programme, sometimes I felt so overwhelmed by all the reading, work, presentations and everything we had to do. So here are my tips to help you manage your time wisely ♥

Write things down:
It can be an agenda, a board, a calendar, post it notes. ANYTHING where you write down all the things you have to do. I always recommend planners and calendars because you can check the overview of a months and keep track of dates.

Make a to-do list:
This one is just for the day. If you get overwhelmed sometimes (like me) about all the things you have to do, this will help. Youc an start with an easy task to get your momentum going, or with a difficult one to get it over with. You have to find what works for you and know your priorities.

Set aside leisure time:
You NEED relax time. you know that right? there’s nothing else worse than a burnout so set alarms every 30min or so and go do your favorite activity for a little while. 

Know yourself:
What I mean by this is work at the time that you feel best at. Work in a place that you feel comfortable in. If it’s 10pm and you’re tired, don’t go to your bed and lie down to read your boring theory book.

Don’t procrastinate:
Seriously. I know this too well. Especially if you’re a perfectionist, all you’re going to do whine and cry about the work that needs to be done, but that doesn’t help. Break down your tasks and start little by little!

Keep your materials with you:
This is something that has worked for me bc some people tend to be late or class doesn’t start at the time or I’m waiting for an appointment, so if I’m bored or have a little spare time, I can read a book or handout because I have it with me!

I wrote each one of these personally, so please don’t repost. I hope this helps you, and remember to use your time wisely! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate on messaging me ^_^ © freepic icon

Love, Yumi ⏰

Radio Silence

by reddit user bencbartlett

36,400,000. That is the expected number of intelligent civilizations in our galaxy, according to Drake’s famous equation. For the last 78 years, we had been broadcasting everything about us – our radio, our television, our history, our greatest discoveries – to the rest of the galaxy. We had been shouting our existence at the top of our lungs to the rest of the universe, wondering if we were alone. 36 million civilizations, yet in almost a century of listening, we hadn’t heard a thing. We were alone.

That was, until about 5 minutes ago.

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Hawke: Skyhold’s too tame. We used to have a betting pool going in Kirkwall. We bet on everything. We had a list in the Blooming Rose. 500 to 1 on Orsino being a cross dresser, that was a gamble. A silver for every time you saw a Templar do that awkward ‘got a boner, stuck on my armour’ shuffle. I even got 5 to 1 odds on Meredith and Cullen getting caught getting it on!

Cullen:

Originally posted by icicesttouslesjoursmercredi

The Stakeout

Originally posted by mysharona1987

Pairing: The Avengers x Peter Parker, Peter Parker x you

Request: Hi! I’m OBSESSED with your writing. First Crush is amazing!! I was hoping I could have an imagine where Peter is now working with the whole Avengers team and they don’t know he has a girlfriend until Aunt May tells them when Peter ends up skipping a movie night with all of them? And of course this leads to Tony and the team spying for “research and scientific” purposes. Thank you!! PS: (if you could also make the reader super nerdy and can sing that would be amazing) (anonymous)

Word count: 1135 

A/N: I tried to fit the nerdy singing reader part to this put I just couldn’t without it sounding really forced so I skipped that. I’m sorry for that! I hope that you’ll enjoy this anyway :)


“Tony, what was so important that we had to drop everything and come here?” Natasha asked a bit annoyed. Tony had sent everyone an urgent message that only said to meet him NOW. Everyone was staring at him waiting for him to explain what was going on. Steve was getting a bit worried. Had something bad happened?

“You are never going to believe this” Tony started and made a dramatic pause. “Our baby spider has a girlfriend!” he finally exclaimed. “Seriously Tony? Is this why I left everything and ran here as quickly as I could” Bruce groaned. “He has a girlfriend? Why hasn’t he told us?” Steve actually got interested. “Yeah, that’s why he isn’t coming to the movie night. Because he has a date with her!” Tony confirmed. “What is she like?” Natasha asked with a curious expression. “I don’t know! Peter won’t even admit that he has a girlfriend” Tony responded. “I imagine like a popular brunette girl” he continued. “No I think she’s a short nerdy girl and they geek together all the time” Steve wondered. “Yeah I’m with Steve. Maybe she has like glasses” Bucky said. They all stood there silently thinking.

“You know what. Screw movie night!” Natasha finally said with a determined look. “YES. Let’s go stalk them!” Tony almost yelled. “Yeah, Tony you still tracking his phone?” Steve asked. “Obviously” Tony shrugged and took his phone out. “Don’t you guys think that it’s a bit creepy to stalk a teenager on a date with his girlfriend?” Bruce pointed out. “No. It’s for… you know research and scientific purposes.” Tony said and turned his attention back to his phone. “Yeah. I mean we have to know who he is dealing with. She could be a threat to him” Steve agreed not really convincing anyone. “I really doubt that.” Bruce laughed “Peter is going to be so mad when he sees you guys stalking him” He continued muttering. “Aha! I found him! He’s at a diner in Queens. To the car” Tony said and lead the team to the garage.

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“I can’t see anything. We need to get inside the diner” Natasha said to the team and started to make a plan. “Okay, we need to get in quietly. Everyone has to put their caps real low and then we walk to the booth nearest to the entrance real casually and sit there” She continued. “He’s going to see us if we just walk in” Steve thought. “No he won’t look at him. She is all he sees and hears. We can do this” Bucky pointed out and got out of the car.

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Boss’ Daughter - Peter Parker Imagine

Originally posted by tonybeifong

A/n: sorry if it’s confusing i’d love your feedback thnx


“she’s beautiful” I said aloud “just talk to her already” Ned pressed “I cant just talk to Y/n that’s like saying just admit your spiderman” I whisper-shouted “that’s not the same thing” Ned said giving me one of his signature looks “well it is to me” I sighed. 

Ned and I got up to dispose of our trays when flash shoved me “Penis Parker” he laughed my tray was spattered on the floor thankfully without any mess Y/n looked to me and kneeled to retrieve my tray “ oh no-no that’s ok” I stuttered blushing furiously she smiled handing it back to me “it’s no problem catch you in 3rd?” she asked making me nod like an idiot “great” with that she was on her way.

“Dude Y/n just spoke to you” Ned giggled like a schoolboy “shh keep it down act cool” I hushed “says the one who was nodding like an idiot” he laughed I rolled my eyes heading to third.


2 days later*

“Peter wait up” her voice rang through the halls I turned “hey Y/n” I smiled warmly “I-uh I was um wondering” she stuttered to get the words out “if you wanted to team up for the chem project?” she finally let out “really??” my eyes lit up “yes really” Y/n moved her hair behind her ear “yes yes” I nodded “great how bout your place? let’s say 5?” she spoke “see you then” my face practically froze with a huge smile on my face.

I ran out of school heading home to get showered and changed Y/n was coming over after 2 & a half years of having a huge crush on her.


“MAY!” I called “Peter what is it?” she came from the living room removing her glasses “Y/n’s coming over what do I do?!” I panicked “firstly calm down,take a shower i’ll handle everything” her voice was calm and soothing “thank you” I kissed her cheek and ran to the bathroom.


I was redressing casual jeans and shirt smelling pizza “May she’ll be he-” I froze  taking in the scene in front of me Y/n in the dining room with May “sorry I came early hope you don’t mind” Y/n explained “no that’s cool” I moved to where they were. “should we get started?” I asked nervously “aren’t you hungry?” she recounted “um yeah i could eat” I laughed a little forgetting my hunger I quickly grabbed two slices and nodded for her to follow me to my room.

May gave me a thumbs up behind Y/n’s back I just gave her a tight smile and went on my way.

“So I think we should create something out of the ordinary” she spoke as soon as we were inside “I actually have some uh glob we could recreate” I mentioned handing her my notes as I took a bit of my pizza “and you know this ‘glob’ will work?” she questioned with her eyebrow quirked “yes 100% certain” I spoke with my mouth full. She giggled and i swallowed “sorry” I blushed “totally okay I have uncles I know the drill” she smiled.


The project went well my web fluid became glob number 5 which was totally fine with me. We had everything ready for Monday morning and Y/n was nearing her curfew “sorry Pete my dad will go berserk if i don’t show before 10″ she apologized quickly gathering her notes on the glob I internally smiled at the fact she called me Pete “could you hold onto the glob?” she questioned “sure” I nodded.

“thanks catch you at school Monday?” she beamed expectantly “most definitely” I smiled “great good night” she was heading out the door when I stopped her “I can walk you home if you’d like” I blushed she turned to me “thanks but my uncle’s picking me up maybe next time” I nodded “goodnight”.

I heard Y/n bid goodbye and thank you to May then the front door closing. I ran to the window quickly heading to see a glimpse of her and her uncle. I was taken back when I saw a blonde haired man with sunglasses on a motorcycle Y/n quickly jumped on and they headed off.


Some time later*

Y/n & I got an 95 the highest mark in the class causing distaste from Flash i’m guessing because he has a thing for her. We’ve been getting quite close hanging out everywhere and anywhere around New York. I got to know her better and vice versa. I found out she had a variety of aunts and uncles whim she’d never go further into discussing it made me fall for her even more. I enjoyed this secretive side.

“Sweetheart what’re you doing with Penis Parker?” Flash asked Y/n as we seated next to each other with Ned and Michelle watching inattentively.

Y/n stood up looking directly at him as she spoke “firstly that’s none of your business secondly his name is Peter, Pe-ter and lastly don’t call me sweetheart. I’m not your sweet anything” she narrowed her eyes at him till he felt constricted and left. 

She sat back down “damn that’s my girl” Ned smiled “well handled” Michelle beamed “thanks guys” Y/n gave a tight lipped smiled then turned to me apologizing for Flash’s behaviour “dont worry about him I dont let it bother me” I admitted smiling at her she gently squeezed my hand under the table letting go shortly after leaving a tingle behind.


Some more time after*

I was head over heels in love with her and I was beginning to think she was too. We kissed a few times and held hands in the halls and pretty much wherever we went together. I had an urge one day to finally take Karen’s advice and tell her who I really am so that’s exactly what I did.

I lead her to the alley near my apartment “Peter where are you taking me?” she giggled clearly nervous “I want to show you something but you have to close you eyes and keep them closed okay?” I instructed “are you gonna murder me?” she laughed that beautiful sound i couldn’t get enough of “course not just trust me okay?” I pressed Y/n finally nodded closing her eyes.

I removed my normal clothes leaving me in my Spidey suit then placed myself upside down “open your eyes” I released a breath Y/n smiled “your spiderman?” she didn’t seem to surprised but I couldn’t focus on that right now “yeah” she approached me “can i try something?” she was timid “sure” just then it began raining. Y/n slowly removed half of my mask leaning in to kiss me,it started off slow then built into some heat till she pulled away “we should um get inside” she spoke still with her eyes closed “right” I smiled Y/n opened her eyes as I placed my hoodie back on and pulled up my pants.

“Oh great Y/n’s here” May exclaimed “hi May” y/n gave her a small peck on the check as she greeted her “how’s thai sound?” May question us, Y/n looked to me I smiled and agreed “sounds great”.


the next day*

“Pete I have a surprise for you” Y/n had a mischievous grin on her face “you look like a evil scientist” I chuckled “I just might be” she winked pecking me on the lips.We arrived at the Avengers headquarters and I was confused “uh Y/n/n what’re we doing here?” I looked at her quizzically “you’ll see” she giggled taking my hand as we entered “okay he’s here” she called out. 

I was left in shock seeing Captain America and the Winter Solider practically run toward us “so the kid who stole my shield is your boyfriend?” Cap spoke “don’t forget he stuck me to the floor with Sam” Winter Soldier added “yeah about that…” I chuckled nervously “sorry?” I rubbed my head with my free hand. 

“I’m Bucky that’s Steve” Bucky introduced shaking my hand “these are my uncles” Y/n smiled “so you were the guy on the bike” I blabbed Steve chuckled “I like him he’s a curious one”. Then i thought to myself if Cap and Bucky are Y/n’s uncles then whose her- “Y/n?your home early” I heard Tony’s voice boom through the lobby “uh oh” Steve and Bucky exchanged looks “uh oh why uh oh?” I panicked when I heard his seat getting closer “did you bring your boyfri-” Tony stopped speaking as soon as we saw each other shit i cursed internally.

Tony’s eyes went wide as he noticed our interlocked hands I quickly let go watching Y/n walk over to hug her father “Dad you know Peter” she smiled “Hi Mr-Mr Stark” I stuttered overhearing Bucky & Steve savour in this awkwardness laughing occasionally. Tony was speechless just looking us over till he cleared his throat 

“what’re you intentions with my daughter?” he narrowed his eyes at me I gulped then looked to Y/n who nodded me on, I looked to him and spoke clearly “be her boyfriend that’s all” I shrugged “you do know Peter everything will be different as soon as someone figures out who you are everything’s over,you’ll put her in danger and we cant have that” he spoke firmly I mustve looked like a deer in the headlights because Y/n chimed in “Dad stop your scaring him” she mentioned.

Out of nowhere Mr.Stark started laughing “i’m just messing with you, i’m glad it’s you Pete” he grabbed my shoulder firmly “come on kid we got apple pie” Steve shoo’d Y/n away “if you do anything and i mean anything to hurt her you’re done” Tony spoke I gulped and nodded as we headed toward the kitchen


MASTERLIST

I keep going back to the first time you told me you loved me.
It was just after a major blow up between the two of us, in fact my mind was still reeling from the stress of our fight, and you chose that exact moment to say I love you.
It wasn’t before we had fixed everything, it was after.
There wasn’t a push for you to say it and I’d never expected it out of you.
I guess that’s why I always find myself calling you home.
You don’t tell me you love me because you should or because it’s the right thing to do -
You don’t say it at the right moments or fill our silence with it,
The only time it ever graces your lips is when you feel like you can’t hold it in and it just happens to bubble its way out.
That’s why I believe you above everyone else.
That reason right there is why I have never once doubted that you love me,
and I hope so badly you never doubt that I love you so.
—  ARH // I believe you