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daegall · 2 years

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Say it again.

pairing: boyfriend!hyuck x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship!AU, slight roadtrip!AU

warnings: is mentions of being pushed into the sea a warning also this is super cheesy idk

word count: 1k words

a/n: monch cronch im in love with black hair hyuck

networks/taglist: @neoturtles @knet-bakery @kflixnet @nct-writers @k-radio + @soobin-chois @markhyuckselca @jaehunnyy <3

Donghyuck is no gentleman, is what you've learned from dating him for 2 years. At least, not to other people.

Mark Lee says he has too much of a soft spot for you, his teasing remarks are never as harsh as it is to his other friends, and he's much more loving.

'Then go date him,' is all you had to say to Mark, with Donghyuck giggling at the thought of dating Mark a moment later. However, you think he is right.

You've been dating for 2 years already, and not once have you told him you love him. Of course, you do love him. With your whole heart, but it's a little hard for you to express it through words. Donghyuck had first told you by the first 6 months of your relationship, and clarified that it was okay if you didn't say it back.

It's been a year since then, and you wonder how he's been able to keep himself back from asking you every time you kiss his cheek or nod instead of saying it back.

As you said, Lee Donghyuck is no gentleman to others, but to you, he is the gentlest.

Hence why he spent over 2 weeks planning this trip, the current one you're on, a little trip to the beach, after seeing how incredibly stressed you've been due to midterms.

And now here you sit, in his trunk, watching as he picks up shells from the bay. You went on over and decided to chill in the warm heater of the car after being pushed into the water by none other than your lover. You were going to scold him, if it weren't for his giggles and cheek kisses. They make you incredibly soft.

This whole trip has you in a daze, unable to fully grasp the fact that Donghyuck really took his time to arrange all this. Your heart swirls and your insides feel too fuzzy for you to dislike it.

The sensations grow stronger when Donghyuck comes running back to the car with a grin, his palms all full with pretty shells.

"Hi baby, you doing okay here?"

You can't help but grin back, nodding. "It's warm, I like it."

He plants his lips on yours momentarily, and mumbles, "Good to know,"

Donghyuck then drops all the shells in his hands, dusting all the sand off his fingertips. "Planning on giving the guys some shells, Chenle would go crazy for these things."

A smile curls at your lips, knowing that Chenle would indeed go crazy for shells. You don't know why though.

"Of course, you get most of them. All the pretty ones,"

If it were even possible, your smile stretches wider, reaching your ears, and you tighten the towel around you as if it would ground you from the amount of love you feel towards Donghyuck.

And then it hits you. The urge to say the 3 words. It's so easy, it's perfect, you feel it completely towards Donghyuck, even if he's just tossing shells into a container.

"I love you," It slips out without you knowing, oh so naturally, and you feel complete satisfaction when you say it. Why have you never done it before?

Donghyuck doesn't seem to notice at first, as it came out as a quiet mumble. He does realize you've said something a moment later, turning to you. "Hmm, what was that baby? I didn't catch that,"

Your heart thumps, but it's not out of nervousness, it's excitement, it's pure happiness, it's love. Your lips part, and the words slip out once again, so naturally, and it feels 10 times better than before. "I love you,"

Donghyuck stops completely in his tracks, eyes widening and lips gaped. "W-what?"

"I love you."

Donghyuck scrambles next to you, his hands trembling as he takes yours in them. His touch is soft, softer than usual, intertwining them in a lock. "You love me?"

"I love you, goddamn it!"

A smile finally lifts his lips up, his grin brighter than ever. His eyes glisten, and you're not sure if it's because of his happiness, or the glistening of the bright sun in his eyes, or tears. You want to believe he’s just feeling happy, you wouldn’t want him to cry.

It’s a little bit too late for you to be wishing that, as he sniffles with a laugh, dragging you into his embrace as he attacks your cheeks, your nose, chin, eyelids, every inch of your skin with kisses and much love.

His hands leave yours as you try to push him away with laughs, instead clasping at your cheeks, as he leaves a long kiss on your forehead. He pulls away, alas, but you’re sure he’s not finished. Donghyuck has tears glistening on his cheeks, but they’re far from sorrow, they’re signs of love, adoration and utmost care.

He sighs, almost dreamily, as you softly wipe his tears away.

“Say it again,” He murmurs into your palm.

“I love you,” You repeat.

“Again?”

“I love you,”

“Again.”

“Lee Donghyuck, I love you! How many times must I say it before you believe me?”

This loving smile quirks up into a playful smirk, as he taps a finger to his chin to feign contemplation. “A thousand.”

Donghyuck grows confused when you pull away from his hug, watching as you hop back into your seat in his car trunk. A knowing grin creeps on his lips when you get comfortable, and pull out your fingers.

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love Lee Donghyuck, I love Donghyuck Lee, I love Peter Lee, I love my loving boyfriend whom I love–”

“Alright! I get it, you love me!” His playful and teasing tone is back, and his gaze has a hint of mischief as well, as he climbs next to you.

Instantly, he brings you into his embrace, planting a kiss on your lips, laughing at the light taste of sea salt and sand. There’s a silence between you too, ever so peaceful, as you listen to only Donghyuck’s heartbeat, and the swaying of the sea.

Your lover breaks the silence not long after that, looking down at you, causing you to automatically look up at him.

“Say it one more time?”

“I love you, Lee Donghyuck,”

FInally, a sense of peace and assurance waves over him after minutes of disbelief. You can sense this, you can almost physically see it as he shuts his eyes as if to savor the moment.

His fingers dance with yours in a lock, “I love you more.”

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preekar · 1 year

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Hi guys it’s been a while since i’ve done my reflections but here’s a run down of my week.

wednesday (05/17) i took my math 32B final and i was so so miserable, this class is actually humbling me so hard and I’m not able to manage everything. I didn’t think math could get this much harder because i felt like math 32A wasn’t that difficult. what upsets me the most is that i actually studied for this midterm and i made dumb mistakes. i’m such a shit test taker and if there’s one thing i’d give anything to improve at, it’s taking tests. I’ve been so bummed out the entire week because of this test and just how i’ve been lacking so bad academically. I’ve been finding it so hard to be cheerful and hang out with all my club friends because I’m constantly worried about my grades. I don’t know how to change this because time is running out and I feel so all over the place.

thursday (05/18) I slept in on thursday because i was catching up with sleep from not sleeping wednesday at all. i don’t mean to kill the vibe but i never feel like doing anything anymore. Like my friend asked me to sing with her and i just made excuses as to why i couldn’t (i was just tired and wanted to be alone). However, I did go to frat row at night to make sure intoxicated college students were safe and I had such a good time with @ashleylim @elliemyun and @samuelahn23 ,, it’s moments like this that I enjoy being in this club. I went to sleep feeling satisfied (even tho i got NO WORK DONE the entire day). I have a midterm coming up in a few days and if i don’t absolutely grind for that, i am effectively screwed for it. Wish me luck, i’ll need it :)

friday (05/19) Today was an alright day. I went for my classes for the first time in so long. I feel like i always just eat the same thing and i’m so frustrated that my life feels so monotonous. I go for the same meetings and eat the same food and do work the same time everyday and sleep late constantly and wake up feeling shitty. I just want to break this tiresome cycle but i don’t know how. I need a break and I’m so happy i’m going home next weekend. One good thing ab today was that we had a talent show. I feel like i haven’t sang in so long, and today i sang one of my all time favorite songs ‘Slipping through my fingers’ by Abba. This song is hella personal to me and i’m glad I was able to sing it. I loved watching my friends do their talents- @trinityho0516 (infamous horse girl) cuts hair pretty well ((she searched up how on wikihow 10min before giving @jakeampong a fresh cut but it’s ok we live and we learn😁😁😁😁)) I actually ate a lot today JUST STUDY SANDWICH AFTER STUDY SANDWICH I SWEAR IM STRESS eating too much these days but it’s okay hot girl summer incoming🔥🔥🔥

saturday (05/20) ALRIGHT LAST DAY TO RECAP!! I had a good sleep but only slept like 5 hours and then got CPR certified with gangy. my certifications expiring soon so i’m glad this worked out well timing wise. I had 14 lectures to catch up with and after today i have 8 so im happy. My midterm is in t-2 days and im so scared. I don’t like taking my grades this seriously but sometimes i gotta and i feel bad for distancing myself from my friends. I haven’t got any of my club work done, but i hope they understand. I got study sandwich today and then DINNER WITH MY PSEUDO GG BIG JAMIEEE and @nikkichen04 and @samuelahn23. they’re all so much fun to hang around and i hope we can have more epic dinners in the future!!! I have decided that i am going to get 7 hours of sleep today before my tutoring sesh tmr. wish me luck musssssss

ALRIGHT THATS THAT I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS TERRIBLE WEEK OF MINE

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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From :- 🥀

Yo✌️

Ok dude I'm finally done with exams *a deep sigh of relief*...idrc about the results 😃

Anyways , im currently in my rom-com phase like you would not believe i watched straight 3 movies a day , it's big for me cuz i don't even sometimes hv the courage to watch a youtube video. But hey , 27 dresses , Business proposal and Legally blonde are just some other breeds.

Also , i finished watching modern family and I feel like I have no motive in my life 🕴️. It was legit the best show ever , istg.

And why is it that during my exam month the whole kpop industry had to go feral? ATEEZ member's hair colour changed , blackpink had a comeback after an eternity planned on my exam month (oh how lovely) , Nmixx and twice had a comeback , itzy's Japanese comeback , xiumin decided to come back LIKE WHAT GIVE ME A BREAK-

I have been obsessed over hard to love. Trust me rosé deserves a whole ass solo discography, like puhhleaseeee YG . Her voice legit heals me *runs away to listen to the song for 501736th time*

Your views on "dice" 🎙️

Oh also I've been writing a ff , ofc it's based on hwa 🌝. I usually wrote lots of stories before the whole miss Rona thing as well. But like i used to write on papers which was very tiring so during online school, i got a laptop and it has been pretty much my life. I never really had much interest in ffs until I read yours , that is . Because u fit my style so well , we must be soulmates 😖. (Is it weird to say i simp for the way u write?) One of my friends also started to write one of these ffs on Wattpad related to BTS and i was like wait why not i try and write one as well? It is one of the ideas that has been in my mind forevuhh and i had to be the one to implement it as well.

Id love to share it once it's finished. I mean it's always nice to hear constructive criticism.

Hmmmmmm what elsee??

Oh right , i shuffled through some of your asks cuz i was tryna find something and i realised you probably hv to go to aus. CUZ BESTIE SAME imma continue studies there , I'll go next year after finishing off this semester HOPEFULLY WE CAN MEET!!!

Now let's talk about a certain man called Park Seonghwa ,

He's too hot for this planet , i had no idea my wish of seeing him platinum would be taken seriously by the universe cuz i was on the verge of dying when i heard the news. BUT CAN WE APPRECIATE RED HAIRED WOO PLEASE???

*suddenly wondering why they're changing hair colours*

Wait- is it a comeback??? BUT THEY JUST RELEASED GUERRILLA - maybe a Japanese comeback hmmmmmm

I read this the other day if ily wasn't a word yeosang would say "you're my little happiness" 😭 *don't touch me I'm hypersensitive*

Also , Winona is joongie's crush huh???? Make this a kdrama pls!

Ok I've run out of things , remember to tc of yourselves, you got this bestie and keep on slaying.

Buh-bye 👋

hi!!

Ok dude I'm finally done with exams *a deep sigh of relief*...idrc about the results 😃 ///// Anyways , im currently in my rom-com phase like you would not believe i watched straight 3 movies a day , it's big for me cuz i don't even sometimes hv the courage to watch a youtube video. But hey , 27 dresses , Business proposal and Legally blonde are just some other breeds.

hope u did well!!! OH MY GOD AS U SHOULD PLS WATCH HOW TO LOE A GUY IN 10 DAYS AS WELL AS THE PROPOSAL, SHE'S THE MAN !!! ULT ROMCOM CLASSICS

Also , i finished watching modern family and I feel like I have no motive in my life 🕴️. It was legit the best show ever , istg.

omg that show goes on for forever

LMFAOOOO I ASK THE SAME QUESTIONS,, like u idols dont got exams??? midterms to do why u on stage dancing like ur rent due??? ok bu tlike the second half of the comebacks always be slapping

I have been obsessed over hard to love. Trust me rosé deserves a whole ass solo discography, like puhhleaseeee YG . Her voice legit heals me *runs away to listen to the song for 501736th time*

omg i agree, its so nostalgic 2000's taylor type vibes and her voice >>> but yeah yeah yeah is absoulty amazing !!! need rose to drop her album with all the collabs i think u will like this

Your views on "dice" 🎙️

none, absolutely nothing nice to say <3

OH?>? HWA FIC??? AYOO,, simp for my writing??i wish u saw my draft for yunho you'd wanna unFOLLOW DELETE BLOCK !!!! but tysm for saying that 😭😭😭😭 just hoping the new one doesn't disappoint <3 AAA U SHOULD DEF WRITE FICS SOMETIMES ITS A THERAPY OF SORTS! i hope we get to see some one day!

Id love to share it once it's finished. I mean it's always nice to hear constructive criticism.

ofc omg pls share new fics always

aOH NO WAY UR STUDYING THERE??? as a biased canadian i think u should come here <3 AAA, HOPEFULLY WE DO!!!

Now let's talk about a certain man called Park Seonghwa ,

i agree everything u said here, infact i ghost wrote this YES RED HAIRED MR WOOYOUNG HES A DIFF BREED ATM AND ID LIKE TO ADOPT

*suddenly wondering why they're changing hair colours* Wait- is it a comeback??? BUT THEY JUST RELEASED GUERRILLA - maybe a Japanese comeback hmmmmmm

apparently?? hongjoong said there is one??? but maybe just for concerts but they are being sus

I read this the other day if ily wasn't a word yeosang would say "you're my little happiness" 😭 *don't touch me I'm hypersensitive* ///// Also , Winona is joongie's crush huh???? Make this a kdrama pls!

90'S FASHION DESIGNER KIM HONGJOONH AU WHENN WHEN WHEN

Ok I've run out of things , remember to tc of yourselves, you got this bestie and keep on slaying.

you tooo!!!!! keep slaying miss slay <3

#✉️ : ask #[ rosesapphiremysticalrose ]

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leafwyrm · 4 years

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Every single odd number has an “e” in it.

#tagging for later

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m3hgumi · 3 years

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�� as your college roommate

a/n: im on summer break now !! while i do have stuff planned for the summer ill still be pretty active on this blog (it may not seem like it but im on here almost 24/7 now LOL <33) im currently trying to get my life together (and playing too much genshin) after the hell of the school year so writing is still a bit hard for me to get back into ,,, hopefully this isn’t too bad

pairing(s): itadori yuuji x f!reader, fushiguro megumi x f!reader, kugisaki nobara x f!reader, gojo satoru x f!reader (they’re all platonic btw)

genre: fluff, some chaos

word count: 1.1k

itadori yuuji

enter pure sunshine >:)

be prepared for loads of serotonin HSKSHS

he’s an amazing roommate. super respectful of your privacy, and won’t invade your personal space

he'll be over the moon to be best friends with his roommate, but if you aren't really into that he understands and will respect your boundaries

he offers to do a lot of the cleaning on his own and tells you not to feel bad about it :(

his space isn't the most organized though, he'll need some help on that

his side of the room is filled with posters (except his jennifer lawrence ones bc he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable)

on days where you’re staying up late to finish homework, he’ll bring up meals for you from the dining halls (he’ll even stay up with you sometimes)

whenever he's coming back late from hanging out with his friends (or partying) , he'll try be as quiet as possible not to wake you up

if you have the same classes, the two of you will walk to your lectures together

movie nights almost every weekend no exceptions (unless its midterm or finals week because :'))

if either of you didn't stay up all night working or have any classes in the early morning then both of you will eat breakfast from the dining hall together

gym buddies :)) he'll also take you on jogs during the evenings (assuming you don't have classes or plans)

overall, he's just a great roommate and super fun to be around

fushiguro megumi

unlike itadori, who'd initiate a friendship with his roommate almost immediately, he's a lot more reserved, so it'll take some time for him to warm up to you

the first few weeks were a bit awkward because of this

he was like a ghost, leaving the dorm before you even woke up and came back after you fell asleep

you almost never saw him during the day either, even if you had classes with him

it's not that he didn't want to be friends with his roommate, he was just really skeptical

you can't really complain though because he's extremely organized, and his side of the room almost never gets dirty

like itadori, he'll offer to do some chores for you

he also tries to be as quiet as possible when returning home late to not distrub you

once he warms up to you, you find that he's actually very sweet and caring, just in his own ways, which are rather subtle

if you get sick during the semester, he'll go out of his way to get you medicine and food, but he won't tell you he did and just leave it on the nightstand next to your bed

the two of you will bond over late night study sessions and mental breakdowns :')

he'll help you organize your stuff on your side of the room if you need it

yours and his schedules are stuck on the fridge so the two of you know what times either of you are free to get chores done or to hang out

if you guys have classes together, he'll offer to tutor you if you need help with the material

he doesn't like going to parties that much (mostly itadori and kugisaki are dragging him to them) but usually he'll bring with you along so he's not as lonely (bc we all know how crazy the two idiots can get)

kugisaki nobara

hypewoman roommate (the definition of hot girl shit)

she wasn't expecting to be besties with her roommate, but she's grateful she did

she drags you to all the parties she's going to (and the two of you take turns hauling the other's drunk ass back to the dorm)

she'll take you shopping with her whenever you're free

her side of the room isn't the cleanest, you gotta help her with that (otherwise you both will forever live in a sea of clothes and papers and personal belongings)

she makes you get breakfast and coffee with her every morning

she's kinda loud ,,,, her alarm might scare you bc of how high the volume is LMAO

ironically she'll sleep past her alarm and then not show up to class ,,, then you have to give her your notes

like with fushiguro, the two of you have put your schedules together so you guys could find when yall are free to hang out

the two of you also split chores between each other weekly, and it changes depending on how busy each of you are

if you have the same classes as her, she'll ask you to take notes for her whenever she can't make it to class (as in she overslept her loudass alarm)

if your fashion sense wasn't the best before ,,, be prepared for improvement this girl will REVAMP your entire closet

has you as her emergency contact because of the amount of shit she gets into

whenever the two of you go out, you're her camera person, always taking pictures for her social media

she makes tiktoks with you almost everyday

studying with her is just ,,,,, a whole shitshow (pls help this girl)

okay but if you need help with anything (that isn’t studying), she’s you go-to person. relationship advice? boom matchmaker in heaven. having self esteem issues? she’ll hype tf out for you

you're never gonna have a boring experience with her as your roommate

gojo satoru

ah yes, the extremely hot and rich roommate

but unfortunately, that's all there is to him (aside from the fact that he's incredibly smart)

his side of the room is so messy you can barely even walk to your side without tripping on something of his

he comes home very late all the time, and doesn't make the effort to stay quiet sometimes

he's loud in the mornings (he doesn't sleep much so he's almost always up earlier than you)

he will bug you into coming with him to doing stuff with him even if you're busy

he almost never does his chores, and don't even start on making him go grocery shopping

one time you sent him to do grocery shopping on his own because you were too busy to go, he ended up coming back with a lifetime supply of mochi and other sweets and NOTHING ELSE

ever since then you went shopping with him so he wouldn't overfill your mini fridge again

if it wasn't for the fact that he's rich and was willing to pay for the rent in full without your input, you would've left immediately (but being broke asf you couldn't turn down the opportunity of not having to worry about living expenses)

okay but when you're staying up late at night to study for exams or doing assignments ,,,, this man will literally just sit there and laugh at your misery (like sir help me)

he'll eventually help you (after teasing the shit out of you) and then world peace is restored

if you have a roommate like him ,,, i wish you the best of luck ,,, for you and your patience and sanity

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i-am-content-with-this-content · 7 years

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This week goes down as my most stressful of the semester and I have no one to blame but myself and society

#i hate it so much #my ap english teacher is all over the place and just when i think i finished my work #she goes and uploads an example with much more information at nearly 11 in the fucking night #like she had a week to explain the work to us but instead she lets is figure it out instead??#and then 1 hour before its fucking due she finally tells us how its supposed to be done???#i am sooo done with that class #and then theres my asl class too #i have no idea whether i passed my written midterm cause i added those points up and im pretty sure i slid by with 30/50 #and then my stupid video presentation was due at 9pm #and do y'all wanna know when it finally uploaded and submitted?#at 9:01 pm #i cant blame anyone for that one though cause i had a whole day to do it but yknow what #society was the one who made me into a procrastinator so if theres anyone to blame than its society #theres also my coding club that started off with 10 girls at the beginning of the semester and now theres only 3 #thats including me #....yeah #im gonna go and drink a bottle of bleach if this night gets any worse #nat rants #im sorry you guys #im just really stressed and tired and very burnt out

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tooruluv · 4 years

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Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 9 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 2,109

warnings/notes: im so sorry for the delayed update!! midterms have been kicking my ass. anyway. only one part left!

tag list: @kara-grayson04 @sadhwstudent @unlikelytigerqueen @kageyamavibes @monviemoo @tazzi-baby @1800xibal @amirahroronoa @lozzybowe @stinkybitch1919 @sillykittt @pinknugget @celamoon @bokutosworld @elianetsantana @chao01248 @vhskenma @yoitsseulgi @milegonzalez96 @doremifa-so-fucking-done @cuddlejeongin @yeahhemmings- @melanieacademy @killuaking @animewhore28

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The second that the words left Oikawa’s mouth, he was paralyzed. He hadn’t expected to say it. His eyes were wide, skin flushed and mouth agape. Surprise and regret immediately masked his anger.

He couldn’t even move as you turned and left.

Let’s paint the picture, shall we? You, a girl who still had an incredible amount of love for your ex boyfriend to the extent that you were comfortable being the mistress in his affair. Kageyama, said ex boyfriend who still had a lot of unresolved feelings for you to the point where he had considered (on more than one account) disregarding his entire upcoming wedding. And Oikawa, your best friend and fuck buddy for the past five plus years who had just accidentally revealed that he was, in fact, in love with you.

Let’s just say that you walked a lot that day.

You walked through the city until the sky turned dark. You walked along the neon lights, through the park, and back into the city streets. You walked near the water, you walked past hundreds of people. It was incredibly melodramatic.

It wasn’t until you realized that you were actually tired, and your feet hurt, that you sat on a bench. It was pretty secluded. The bench sat facing the water, the city behind it, and you did nothing but sit.

A body sat beside yours, on the complete opposite side of the bench with as much space as possible between you. You almost giggled to yourself, despite everything.

“Hey.” The person spoke, and you knew who it was. There was only one person on the face of the earth that would take it upon themselves to be that respectful to sit on the opposite side of the bench you were sitting alone at, at night.

“Hey, Hinata.” You looked up at him. He’d grown a lot since high school.

“You found my bench.”

“Your bench?”

He chuckled, making you smile. “No, not my bench. But the bench I like to sit at when I have a lot to think about.”

“So, you would sit and think about volleyball on this bench?”

“Yeah.” He smiled brightly. There’s something about Shoyo Hinata that made it impossible not to smile. “It’s really pretty here. And there’s a lot of good food behind us.”

You turned back to the water, eyes scanning for answers.

“I’m still in love with Kageyama.” You told him.

“I know.”

“And Oikawa just told me that he was in love with me.”

“Wait, really? Finally!” He stopped himself. “I mean. I knew that, too.”

“Does everyone tell you everything?”

“Yeah, usually.” He moved a little bit closer, but not by much. “If you think you know someone’s secrets, I’m sure I already know about it.”

“Even Tsuki?”

“You mean how Hana cheated on him with Kageyama and now you are going to the wedding with him, him being Tsuki, to make them both jealous?”

“Damn. You’re insane.”

“Nah, I’m just a short stack of secrets.”

Another bubble of laughter.

“You don’t plan to ruin the wedding, do you?” Hinata asked.

You shook your head. “No, no. We aren’t monsters. We just want to make the two of them shake in their boots a bit. There’s way too much money being spent for us to ruin the wedding. Besides, I would somehow end up being the one sending out apology letters to family and friends for coming.”

“Yeah that would be embarrassing.”

The wedding was the next day.

You didn’t go to the rehearsal, and even took it upon yourself to stay the night at Tsukishima’s.

When you arrived at his door with a bag (that you quickly snatched of necessities from Kageyama and Hana’s), Tsuki just opened the door and simply asked you to join him in watching a murder mystery podcast. You accepted.

“Why can’t I wear a fucking suit?” You complained as you shoved yourself into the nicest dress you owned. It was beautiful, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, and hugged you in exactly the right places. You just hated the process of getting ready.

“Because you look great in that dress. Now hurry up because we don’t want to be the only ones late.”

You left Tsuki’s bathroom in full glam.

You watched Tsuki’s eyes shift from your chest to your eyes. You smirked. “I guess the dress works.”

“It definitely works.” Tsuki rolled his eyes, bringing his arm up for you. You linked your arm through.

“You guys have fun!!” Yamaguchi called from the living room. You waved as you walked by. “Holy shit, you guys look likes gods.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you cuss.” You said.

“You’ve obviously never talked to him.” Tsuki scoffed. “We’ll be back later. Or, at least, I will be.”

“Don’t die. And don’t kill anyone!”

“No promises.”

Tobio Kageyama always thought that on his wedding day, you would be the one walking down the aisle in white.

He would never admit it; but to be completely honest, he had thought about it a lot during the duration of your relationship. He had imagined standing at the end of the aisle and you walking down, and kissing you as man and wife. It was a stupid imagination for a high school relationship, but he did imagine it.

He watched as you walked into the building by yourself. He was greeting everyone, welcoming them before the wedding and telling the women where to find Hana in her dressing room.

You were absolutely stunning in the most brilliant red dress he had ever seen. The wedding was white and blue, and you stood out in the most amazing way he had ever witnessed.

Kageyama couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you turn to the door, where Tsukishima just entered. His stomach churns when he sees you greet him with a hug and the two of you laugh at something Tsukishima said. And he hates how evidently the man is your date.

He has to physically stop himself from chasing after you when you pull Tsuki by the hand and drag him through the sea of bodies to where a few members of the old volleyball team are (ie Hinata, Daichi, Suga, and Noya).

His heart leaps violently against the bones of his chest when a thought floods into his mind. The thought that you were with Tsukishima, the thought that you knew of everything that happened since you’ve been gone.

He felt as though he couldn’t breathe.

You kept yourself at Tsuki’s side the entire time.

There was a little get together before the actual wedding. Everyone just stood around and chatted with everyone that they only get to see once a year, greeting the groom and making him more nervous. After a bit, it would be time to sit down and watch the ceremony.

The thought made you want to eat dirt.

Tsuki put his hand on your waist and you looked up at him. The two of you were still in the middle of talking to the old volleyball boys, Hinata talking about his travels.

“He can’t take his eyes off of you.” Tsuki muttered into your hair. It wasn’t unnoticed by Daichi and Suga, who just exchanged a look (as they always seemed to be all knowing).

“Just wait until Hana gets her eyes on you.” You lean into his side. “She won’t make it down the aisle.”

He chuckled and placed a kiss on your temple, feeling the eyes of Kageyama on your back.

“The man of the hour.” Daichi spoke up.

Kageyama appeared beside you. Tsuki’s hand stayed on your waist.

“How are you feeling?” Suga asked, eyes shifting between you and him. You could swear he knew more than you could ever imagine.

“Good, good.” Kageyama plastered a fake smile on his face. “Just nervous.”

“Well that’s normal.”

“Can I borrow her for a second?” Kageyama turned to Tsukishima. You blinked. “I just have to talk to her for a second.”

“Yeah.” Tsuki let go of your waist. He sent you a look, basically telling you to fuck the shit outta him in the broom closet.

“I’ll be right back!” you sent them a smile.

Kageyama looked absolutely delicious in his suit. Black, with a little bit of blue accents throughout. It brought out his eyes. You couldn’t focus as you followed him to an empty room.

“Hey.”

“If you have something you have to say, you could’ve said it out there.”

“No I.” I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. I should just leave with you right now and run away and get married and live in a forest. I am so sorry. I am so sorry. Instead, “What are you doing here with Tsukishima?”

“What do you mean? He’s my date.” You shrugged.

“Yes. But why?”

“You expected me to come to your wedding by myself?” You blinked. “Or, rather, you expected Tsuki to come by his lonesome?”

“No, I…”

“That’s a bit selfish, don’t you think Kags?” You felt anger rising in your chest. “To think that I can’t have a date to a wedding when you’re literally getting married.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?” You were exasperated. “It’s incredibly clear how you think of me, Kageyama. But as for someone who will never be loved by anyone, it’s nice to go to a wedding with…”

“You’re loved by me!”

It was the first time in Kageyama’s life where he truly understood what earth-shattering silence was. It was deafening and loud; too loud. He stood there motionless as the howling of his blood pumping in his head, his heartbeat inside his chest. You were silent.

His world seemed to have stopped the second he had said those words to you. The moment those words left his lips, he wished to take them back. Not because they were lies, but because it was the first time he had said them in the most honest way possible.

You shook your head.

You shook your head and Kageyama’s world shattered. He knew that he had hurt you, over and over and time and time again. But he had done it. He had hurt you to the point that you would simply shake your head at the confession of his love.

Whatever was left of whatever the hell was still there was gone.

“Kags,” You closed your eyes. “You don’t. I’m not.”

“I do.” He reached for your hand. You backed away.

“Me and Tsuki coming to your wedding together was not to get you to tell me that you love me.” You were muttering. You were babbling. You couldn’t do this. “It was to get you jealous, yes, but.. not this. Maybe rile you up. Get Hana to admit her bullshit for sure. But not… not this.”

“I…”

“You are getting married today.” You reminded him. “To Hana. You’re getting married to her. Today. And I cannot do another confession like that.”

“Who else has confessed to you?”

“Oikawa.” You said before you could think.

“Tooru Oikawa told you that he was in love with you?” Kageyama laughed as though it was the funniest thing he had ever heard. You basically heard your heart break.

“See? That right there?” You headed for the door. “That’s why you can’t possibly be in love with me. You’re so fucking convinced that I can’t be loved by anyone because I fucking moved away in high school. Jesus, Kageyama, get over it!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He was literally wiping tears from his face. “It’s just. I knew it. I fucking knew it.” He stopped when he seen your face. “No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Seriously fuck you.” You moved to open the door to go back to your date and get ready for the ceremony. Because this was for Tsuki, not you.

You started to walk out, but turned to him with a glance over your shoulder. “By the way, I’ve been in love with you for years. This shouldn’t be new information.”

You didn’t stay to gauge his reaction.

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all-hail-the-witcher · 3 years

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How come ballet is sexist?

oh buddy. not only is ballet sexist but it also objectifies and fetishizes women (esp historically) and its also racist. but the racism part is a whole separate essay.

ive got midterm brain rn so sadly no sources and this might be a little jumbled but my credits for this are that i am a dance and history major.

so back in i think it was like romantic era france? like mid 1800s. ballet was picking up speed. up until this point women were not really allowed in the social sphere it was like disrespectful i guess and they weren't really in the Public Eye but ballet changed that because it allowed women to 1. have a job and 2. be respected and all that shit.

this seems good. however with most seemingly good things theres a lot of not good things.

there weren't really any female choreographers at this time. some of the more well known ballerinas did go on to choreograph and teach after they were done performing but the works by male choreographers are mainly the surviving ones. men also weren't really in ballets at this time cause it was “dishonorable” (except in denmark) so that created something of a double standard. men also created pointe specifically for women. it wasn't used the same as it was today at first, it was more like a little hat trick where the woman would go up on her toes for a second. and everyone would uwu. but marie taglioni who was a pretty well known ballerina in that era started doing pointe kinda like todays pointe because she was pushed to do so by her father, philipe taglioni, who just essentially wanted to get famous. and he kinda used his daughter for that.

but anyway. we have men. notably slightly older men. choreographing and training young women ballet dancers. so ballet is pretty rooted in males choreographing for females. so its a mans vision on a womans body. which is not the best thing.

also. the costumes. as time went on they gradually became more and more revealing but ballet had always been pushing what was socially acceptable in terms of dress. during the romantic era they showed off the girls ankles (ankles!!) with the tutu to show the feet and that was like. scandalous. and that was a males decision to do so. and then they kept shortening the skirt.

additionally, male choreographers started favoring a specific body type. which is, also not great. they wanted the girls to look kinda long and twiggy and almost “alien” so the point where it became a trend to want to look like that. and today you still see choreographers favoring certain body types (very skinny, no breasts, lean muscles) to the point where a lot of the choreography can be a lot more difficult if you dont Have that body type.

so eventually people started objectifying the more famous female ballet dancers, like there was a thing called “tagliomania” where everyone uwued the fuck over marie taglioni. some people in russia actually ate her pointe shoe. it was very similar to the way that celebrities today are ripped apart and judged on every little thing and their bodies are objectified and stuff.

and then as the years went on all that stayed with ballet. its always been these like middle aged men training and choreographing on these very young girls. many ballet dancers today start as young as 16/17 and retire around 30 while its common for most choreographers and teachers to start at 30. every big ballet choreographer had their favorites and a lot of the time their other dancers would look as close to that person as possible. balanchine literally preferred training younger girls (with his famous baby ballerinas being between 12 and 14 when they were performing nationally with the ballet russes de monte carlo which gets into the whole fetishization thing)

also think of all the big name ballets. how many of them have been choreographed by women? not many, if any. its acceptable for the women to portray the mans vision but its not acceptable for women to choreograph their own stuff and when they do they are usually met with backlash.

and then theres just class in general. i take it most of you have never been to a ballet class but there is a lot of touching. the teachers will come over and move your body around to correct you. and youre usually only wearing a leotard and tights. male and female teachers do this to all of their students. and its not always like, just touch your arm or something like sometimes their hands will be on your ass or your chest or your inner leg. same goes for choreography. i was partnering with a guy once and i had to essentially have my face on his crotch for a few seconds. he was excited about that. it was weird.

and also like. you dont really have a say in not doing that stuff cause. if you won't theres 10 people willing to take your place. so dance very quickly strips you of your modesty. i dont find it weird cause ive been doing it since i was 3 and have become pretty desensitized but.

and then theres just movements in general. female ballet dancers are expected to be good at turns mainly and pointe. my body is not built for that. i am much better at jumps. but since i go to class with mostly girls we work more on turns than jumps. sometimes if there are combined classes with males and females they will make the males do separate jumping combinations that the girls are not allowed to do. i want to do big fun jumps :/

so anyway theres a lot of issues with ballet. its very elitist, very sexist and there body objectification and fetishization. im sorry i couldn't go into more detail for you right now but i have a paper to finish

#theres issues with it #is the bottom line #saph screams #ballet #dance

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calpalirwin · 4 years

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Stories on the Third Floor

Author’s note: Was asked by @rustedpetals to do a ship. I’ve never done this before, so I hope you like it! I ship you with Calum Hood, and this is the little blurb I wrote based on that.

Word Count: ~800

And away, and away we go!

“Erm… excuse me? Miss?” the teenager asked shyly, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“Hmm?” the girl hummed in response, her nose still buried in her book.

“S’alright if I sit here? Everywhere else is full.” He twirled an index finger in a circle as a small gesture to indicate the crowded third floor of the library.

The book lowered from her face so she could look at the boy. A floppy mess of brown curls stopped right above a pair of nervous eyes the color of melted chocolate. Long tanned fingers curled tightly around his backpack strap that was slung over his broad shoulder. She smiled, moving her things aside to make room. “Yeah, of course. Have a seat…” she paused expectantly for her new tablemate to offer up his name.

“Calum,” he told her, taking the seat directly across from her, setting his bag at his feet.

“Aria,” she gave him her name in return.

“Nice to meet ya, Aria.” Calum’s hand came out of his backpack with a pen, and extended out towards her. “Um…” Heat rose in his cheeks as his brain scrambled for a way to shake her hand without the pen. Rather than sensibly taking it in his other hand, the pen fell from his grasp, bouncing off the table before tumbling onto the carpeted floor. The pink in his cheeks deepened into a soft red. “Shit!”

Aria giggled, reaching down to retrieve Calum’s pen at the same time he did, their heads knocking into each other. Calum swore again while they both rushed to apologize to the other. “I believe this is yours,” Aria giggled again, handing Calum his pen and rubbing softly at her forehead.

“Thanks,” Calum muttered gratefully. “Sorry. You alright?”

“I’m good. You?”

“Mm fine. Sorry. I’m not usually this clumsy.”

“Midterm stress getting to you?”

And pretty girls, Calum thought, but what he said was “Something like that,” with a soft chuckle.

“What’s your major?”

“English. Yours?”

“Photography. Lots of reading and writing in English. Or so I assume.”

Calum shrugged. “I don’t mind it too much.”

“I would hope so. Considering it’s your major and all.” Aria’s eyes danced playfully, enjoying their light banter.

Calum let out another soft laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah. You like to read, too?” he asked, tapping at the front cover of her book that still lay closed. “Or is that for school?”

“Oh, this?” She picked up her book, running her thumb across the pages. “Bit of both. Like it’s for school, but I like it too. Both reading and the book.”

Calum nodded, leaning forward to rest his chin on his arms as he crossed them atop the surface of the table. “And what about…” his eyes scanned the title, “Ansel Adams is so fascinating.”

“Where to begin,” she wondered aloud. “The man was a genius.”

“The beginning is usually a good place,” Calum smirked.

Aria’s cheeks blushed and she ducked her head. “Nah, you don’t wanna hear me go on about some dead guy. Probably got papers to write…”

“Stories about dead guys are sort of my specialty.”

“I thought you said you were an English major, not a history one.”

Calum started to let out a loud laugh, before clapping a hand over his mouth to stifle it. “C’mon. Humor me. Tell me all about Ansel Adams’ genius.”

Aria held in her squeal of excitement. “Okay, so…” she started, before launching into everything she knew about the photographer who helped reshape the world of photography during the 1930s, Calum hanging onto every word falling off her lips.

“Wait, he was a musician?” Calum interrupted when she reached that part in her story.

“Mhm,” she nodded. “Taught himself how to play piano and read music.”

“Self-taught artist… impressive.”

“Well, he had help. But yeah. Did pretty well. Could’ve very easily become a famous pianist than photographer.”

“That’s crazy, isn’t it? The million different pathways our lives could go.”

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

He shrugged. “My roommates and I are in a band. But there’s a difference between thinking you’re good, and the world believing it too, ya know?”

“Well, hey, there’s always photography,” she teased lightly. “And maybe one day, a photography student will be telling your life story to entertain the pretty boy she just met.”

“Pretty boy, huh?” Calum smirked.

“I- I-” Aria stammered, looking away quickly, lest she start to drown in the welcoming warmth of his doe eyes more so than she already was.

Calum chuckled. “I’m just messing with ya. But…” his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “If that does happen, I hope they tell this part of the story.”

“This part of the story?” she questioned in confusion.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “The part where our stories intertwine. The part where I’m held captive by a pretty girl, and the way she tells stories in a way I can only dream about doing myself. The part where I ask her to coffee because I’m dying to hear any and every story she wants to tell me.”

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hrina · 4 years

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And They Were Roommates

A semi-crack fic featuring bi!Reader x female!OC and awkward Harry

Written for #majorharry20k

Disclaimer: I have no idea how washing machines work. I don’t know if this is even plausible. Just go with it. Also, im very bisexual, so I’m not fetishizing it or anything. Just thought I should mention that too. I intended this to be about 1k and it ended up being

Prompts:

1 – “that’s by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done”

3- “our water bill is going to be through the roof after this”

23 – “Great. I’m soaked.”

To Cass: Hi. You don’t know me, and I prefer to stay anonymous (I’m not the butterfly anon I promise). I’ve been following your blog for a while, since you were a 5sos blog, and I love your writing. I do write, but until now I haven’t written for Harry. Your prompts inspired me. I’m so happy you reached 20k, you deserve it. Hope you enjoy <3

“It’s broken.”

“Wha’d’ya mean it’s broken?”

“I mean broken. Doesn’t work. No longer functions. How many definitions do you want.”

Harry shakes his head in disbelief. “How on Earth do you break a washing machine?”

In his disbelief, he misses your and Val’s faces turning red.

“I guess- maybe- we put too many clothes in?” Val stammers. “The landlord will fix it though right? Isn’t it in our lease agreement?”

Harry shakes his head again. “I’m pretty sure we’re responsible for our own broken appliances.”

“That’s a shit deal,” you jump in for the first time. Harry’s eyes land on you. A couple beats pass, enough for it to become almost awkward. His gaze is intense up until the moment he breaks the silence.

“Yeah, well, we weren’t exactly master negotiators when we moved in. The rent was so low we figured it was worth it.” You’ve heard the story of how Val and Harry became roommates many times from her. How they had been put together for a group project at school, but neither had wanted to meet at their own place, so they ended up always meeting at a coffee shop. How they had become fast friends, meeting up for coffee after the project was over, and opening up to one another about how campus housing had screwed them over. Harry had complained about living with boys, how they were messy, never cleaned up after themselves, ate all his food, and most importantly (and disgustingly) left used condoms everywhere. He had basically been the house cook and maid for the majority of the year.

Val’s roommates, well, they weren’t outwardly homophobic, but it was little jabs at her that added up over time. Cliché comments like ‘you don’t want to date me, do you?’ and things like being okay with being undressed around each other, but getting weird around Val. By midterm first semester, she had been sleeping in your room more times than not. You would have let her move in, but understandably, your roommates weren’t too happy about another body in your already-too-tight room. So, after the first year of housing was over, Val and Harry had pooled funds and with a bit of luck, mixed with the fact that Harry’s stepdad knew a guy, they managed to find a cute little apartment not too far from the school. An apartment that they lived in to this day, three years later.

Although you were over there quite a lot (who wouldn’t prefer an apartment over campus housing?), you and Harry had never really become close. Sure, you two would be in proximity during group outings, but you spent most of your time there in Val’s room, and whenever you were in the kitchen or living room, Harry seemed to be busy in his room. You originally thought he didn’t like you, but when you asked Val about it, she assured you that he liked you just fine, though she acknowledged that he was a bit weird around you sometimes. It only got worse after the time he had accidentally walked in on you and Val.

You and Val had a very close relationship – but you had both agreed you were better off as friends. But friendships can have benefits, can’t they? Besides, the times you hooked up were scarce – only when you were both in between partners, which, admittedly, wasn’t very often for you. The time Harry had caught you was right after you had broken up with your boyfriend after finding out that he had been seeing another girl. You had been angry and frustrated, and in need of some sort of release. Val, who rarely dated, was willing to help out.

You don’t think Harry had seen much, but you had only realized that he had seen something when you heard the bedroom door slam. After that, he had had a hard time meeting your eyes. You couldn’t for the life of you understand why though, he certainly wasn’t a blushing virgin himself. You had been there to see off quite a few of his one-night stands trying to sneak out in the morning.

To be fair, you were also usually there for the same reason, just a different roommate. The difference was instead of sneaking out in the morning, you’d stay for the day. And usually the following night. And sometimes even the night after that. Val had told you that given the amount of times she slept at yours during the first year, you were entitled to stay over whenever you wanted, and Harry didn’t seem to mind. There’d been quite a few times when you’d arrive at their apartment late at night, drunk out of your mind, to borrow some of Val’s clothes while you slept on their couch. The washing machine came in handy, as you could normally throw your clothes from the night before in with one of their loads. That was actually how you and Val discoveredotheruses for the washing machine.

It really had been a complete accident. You and Val had gone to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer, but there was still two minutes left on the machine. Instead of leaving and coming back, you and Val elected to just wait it out (because if you left there was no question that you’d forget for the next couple of hours). You sat down in the only chair in the room, so Val decided it was a good idea to hop onto the washing machine itself. Turns out it was a good idea. The second her ass landed, the machine started rattling worse than before and her face contorted into pleasure. You jumped up, for a second thinking she might be in pain, before she used an arm to push you away, signaling that she was okay.

“What’s going on?” The confusion was clear in your voice. In lieu of an answer, Val just looked up at you, her eyes dark. One of her hands came down to rest between her thighs, supporting her body weight as the machine continued to buck. Realization dawned on you as she let out a groan not dissimilar to one she had let out with you a couple hours earlier. Her hand that wasn’t supporting her came around the back of your head, dragging your lips to hers.

That day had started something for you two. After it, you and Val spent a lot of time in the laundry room. It had become almost a routine, every time a new load went in, you and Val would stay in the room for at least 15 minutes longer than you needed to. If Harry noticed, he didn’t say anything.

In the next couple of months, the routine became more of a tradition. Clothes in the house were cleaner than ever. Loads gradually progress from just lights and darks to six different categories: light delicates, dark delicates, light regulars, dark regulars, denim, and sheets. The more loads, the more time you guys had. Normally you took turns, with one of you lending the other a hand (no pun intended), but this time, Val had gotten so worked up, that she jumped up with you. Apparently, the weight of two girls plus the stress of constantly running had been too much for the old machine. It sputtered, and then shut off. You had glanced over your shoulder, hoping that maybe the cycle had just ended, though you knew it was too early. Your stomach sank as you saw the knobs frozen halfway through the cycle. You and Val stared at each other with wide eyes. And that’s how you came to be where you are right now, trying to find a reasonable explanation for Harry as to why his washing machine is broken.

Which, by the way, is much easier said than done. As his green eyes bore into you, your mind scrambles to think up an explanation, but you’re drawing blanks. You look over at Val for help, but she looks just as lost as you are. She does a better job of putting on a confident mask though.

“D’you think you can fix it?” She asks Harry. You see it for what it is – an attempt at deflection.

Harry snorts. “Sure, let me just use my many years of mechanical experience to – oh wait.”

“Ok wise guy, at least you used to be a baker?”

Harry stares at her. “What does that have anything to do with a washing machine?”

“Because ovens …?”

Harry continues to stare at her.

“Could you at least take a look at it?” You jump in. His gaze turns to you. For a moment, you worry you’ve offended him, before he bows his head in a slight nod and steps to stand in front of the machine.

“Ok, well, first off, how much of your laundry do you have left?”

You think. “Well, I think we were only halfway through the third cycle, so-“ “Woah woah woah wait hold on.” Harry stops you. “Only? Third?How many cycles were you planning on doing?”

“Uh,” You count in your head. “Six?” You look over at Val for confirmation, and she nods.

“Six?!” You suppose you understand Harry’s incredulity. In hindsight, six might be a bit excessive. “Why on earth would you need to do six cycles?” This time, he directs it at Val.

She flounders to come up with an excuse. “Uh, well, gotta sort colors, you know…” She trails off

“Yeah but six loads? What, do you guys get off on doing laundry or something?” He says it sarcastically, but both your and Val’s faces instantaneously turn red.

“No.” He whispers. Neither of you answer. You start studying the pattern of tiles on the floor. “What, is this like a- a laundry kink? Is that even a thing?” Val’s head snaps up. “No, dumbass. Laundry kink is not a thing.”

“Well sorryfor assuming having sex in a laundry room means- “

“Oh for God’s sake we weren’t even having sex!”

“Ok well getting each other off – “

“We weren’t getting each other off!” That seems to stop Harry short. He gives Val a questioning look, encouraging her to go on.

“We- the washing machine- it,” she stumbles over her words. “Y’know it- vibrates?”

“No.” Harry drags his hands down over his face. “There’s no way you two have been using our washing machine as a vibrator.”

You look up, guilty expression all over your face.

“That’s gross. This is by far the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, and Val, that’s saying a lot for you. Guys, I do my laundry here, I want my clothes to be clean- “

Val tries to defend you two. “We clean up! Also, I thought most straight guys loved the idea of two girls- “

“I’m not most straight guys. Also forgive me if I’m not too keen on the idea of my roommate and her girlfriend in the laundry room – “

“Wait girlfriend?”

“Yes?” “Do- do you think we’re dating?”

“Well, aren’t you?” “Harry no.” The corners of Val’s mouth tug up in a smile, as the tide of embarrassment starts turning in her favor.

“Guys? Maybe focus on one problem at a time? We kind of have a bigger issue.” You step in, gesturing at the washing machine.

Harry turns to you. “So you’re single? I mean-” He looks back and forth between you and Val. “You both are?” “Yes? But like (Y/N) said, bigger problems.” Val pats the washing machine. “Weren’t you about to take a look?”

Harry takes a couple more seconds to respond. His gaze holds yours once again, before he shakes his head as if to clear off cobwebs and starts examining the washing machine.

You look over to Val to see her staring back at you. You widen your eyes comically and lift your eyebrows. She shakes her head in a silent laugh. You have a feeling in years to come, you might be able to look back on this and laugh, but for now, the mortification is still strong.

“Okay,” Your attention snaps back to where Harry’s crouched down at the side of the machine. “I think it might be a problem with the water. It might be blocked or something.” As he talks, his hand comes to rest on a metal tube feeding into the back of the machine that you assume the water runs though. “So if we call a repairman tonight, they should be able to be here by-” And then, the tube slips. You don’t know if it’s due to the pressure of Harry’s hand, or if it was going to happen anyway and he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but whatever the reason, it slips. And a jet of water starts to spray out of where it was. Soaking everything around it. Including Harry. He splutters and stumbles back, but it’s too late. His hair is plastered to his forehead, and his white shirt has become see through. He looks down, assessing the damage, and then stares back at you two helplessly.

“Great. I’m soaked.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Val tries to stifle her laughter, but doesn’t do a very good job at it. After a few beats, you can’t help but to join in. After everything that’s happened, the emotional rollercoaster you’ve been on of stress and mortification, it feels good just to laugh.

Harry stares at the two of you for a few more seconds in mock annoyance, before he also can’t help but join in. Soon enough, the three of you are in stitches over just how ridiculous the situation actually is.

As your laughter dies down, the sound of dripping catches all of your attentions. Your eyes fall to the place that had previously been spraying out water. It had died down so it wasn’t spraying, but there was still a steady, albeit thin stream of water coming out.

“Our water bill is going to be through the roof after this.” Harry doesn’t sound mad, more like he’s just making commentary, but you feel guilty anyways.

“I’m so sorry guys. I’ll foot half the bill. And I can pay for the repairman-”

Val cuts you off. “Don’t be stupid. This is just as much my fault as it is yours. More so, even.”

“No but still, I should pay for-”

“(Y/N).” It’s Harry that cuts you off this time. “Seriously. Don’t worry about it. This is our apartment, our bills.” His voice holds a warm tone you’ve never heard from him, and it’s enough to make you pause for a moment.

“Please guys, let me pay for at least half the water bill and half the repairman. It’s only fair.”

“There’s two of us and one of you. How is that fair?” You throw up your arms in exasperation. You already knew how stubborn Val could be, you just didn’t realize how much Harry shared that trait. “Okay, fine. One third the water bill, one third the repairman. Please guys. I’m literally begging you.”

They glance at each other seeking silent confirmation and share a knowing smirk. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say they were teasing you.

“Okay, fine.” Val relents. “One third the water bill, one third the repairman.”

You heave a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

Val smiles at you. “Ok, I’m going to go find the repairman’s number. There’s one on the fridge, right Harry?” Harry nods in affirmation, and Val heads out the door, pulling out her phone in the process.

Then it’s just you and Harry. His wet shirt clings to his body, showing off his sculpted figure. You had always noticed he was objectively good looking, but now, with his body practically on display in front of you, you had a newfound appreciation for his looks.

“If I knew you were that keen on paying, I would have started coming out with you guys a long time ago.” “Hm?” Harry’s voice snaps you out of the trance you didn’t know you were in. He raises his eyebrows at you. Shit. He definitely caught you staring.

You quickly try to divert the subject. “So the only reason you weren’t coming out with us was because you’re a cheapskate? And here I was thinking you just didn’t like me.” You try to joke, but it falls flat as his expression turns serious.

“You thought I- Oh God. I’m an idiot.” He shakes his head.

“Well what else was I supposed to think, what with you avoiding me and all.” You try to keep your tone light, but even you can hear the accusatory undertones slipping in. You hadn’t thought you were bitter, but now facing it head on, you realize you might carry a bit of resentment.

“I never avoided you.” You give him a look. “Okay, maybe I avoided you a little bit. But it wasn’t-” He cuts himself off. “(Y/N), I’m so sorry I gave you that impression. I never meant to make you think I didn’t like you.”

“Well, it’s hard to draw any other conclusions when you get avoided,” you laugh self-deprecatingly.

“I know. And you’re right. I’m sorry. I never really thought about it that way.” You lift your gaze to hold his steadily. You want an answer, and you intend on getting it. “Then why did you avoid me?”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I-” He glances at you, and seems at a loss for words. You look at him expectantly, waiting patiently for him to talk. He sighs again. “Look. You deserve an explanation. But it might take a second, and I’m,” he gestures down at himself. “I need a shower. And a change of clothes. And I need to gather my thoughts. Can we talk after?”

It’s not the answer you expected or wanted, but you nod. The disappointment must show on your face though, because Harry grabs you hand before you can turn away. “(Y/N). I promise after I shower I’m all yours.” His eyes meet yours again, but this time there’s a heat behind them that wasn’t there before. You’re pretty sure this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with him, and the most amount of physical contact as well. All at once, it’s slightly overwhelming. Your voice seems stuck in your throat, so instead of responding you just nod. He gives you a slight smile, and with that, he’s brushing past you, out into the hallway, and you’re left standing in the laundry room, wondering what the hell just happened.

You still feel a bit dazed 15 minutes later, as you’re sitting on the couch in the living room when you hear the shower shut off. You quickly close the app you were playing around with on your phone as you glance up. Harry emerges in only a towel wrapped around his waist. He’s like a vacuum for your eyes, drawing them towards him so you can’t possible look at anything else. He stands there, neither of you saying anything until –

“You have three nipples?”

He blinks, seemingly caught off guard, before his brain catches up with what you said. “Huh? Oh, four actually.”

“What? No way,” you gasp.

“Uh-huh,” he nods. “See look – one, two, three, four,” He counts, pointing them all out individually.

“I didn’t even know that was a thing people had.”

“Yeah, well, I’m unique like that.” He grins at you, and you roll your eyes, even as a smile breaks through on your lips.

“Are you going to get dressed, or are we having the talk like this?” You ask.

“Oh, right. I’m just gonna-” he points vaguely in the direction of his room and stumbles off. He emerges a minute later, in a tee-shirt and sweatpants. It’s an outfit you’ve seen him in a million times before, but this time, it hits different.

“Ok, ready to talk?” You ask.

He fidgets with the hem of his shirt. “Um, actually, there’s something I think I need to talk about with Val first.”

You give him a pointed look. “Harry.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry. It’s just part of my explanation involves something having to do with her, and it wouldn’t be right of me to tell you without asking her first, and-” You cut him off by holding your hand up.

“Ok. Fine. Just make it quick, please.”

He looks relieved. “Yeah, of course. I’m really sorry again.” He turns around as talks, speaking to you over his shoulder, and promptly almost runs into the door frame. He shoots you one last embarrassed look, as he heads out in the direction of Kate’s room. You laugh and shake your head as you pick up your phone to reopen your game.

It’s about half an hour later when Harry comes back into the living room. You glance up at him, unimpressed, and he winces at your expression. “I’m sorry it took so long, I just had to explain some things to her.” “You’ve been apologizing an awful lot lately, Harry.”

“I know. Hopefully I won’t have to after this.” He crosses the room to take as seat next to you on the couch. He tucks one foot under his knee, so he can turn his body to face you. In response, you curl up and face him as well.

He takes a deep breath. “Okay. There’s a lot I have to say, and quite honestly I’m really nervous about it, so I would really appreciate if you would hear out my whole story before saying anything.” You nod in agreement, and he takes another deep breath before starting.

“I want to start by saying I’m sorry.” “I thought you said you wouldn’t apologize anymore.”

“I thought you said you wouldn’t interrupt me.” He fires back. You blush, and gesture for him to continue.

“I am, sorry, is the thing. I handled the situation entirely wrong. Looking back, it’s super obvious that the way I handled it made me seem like an asshole.”

“I didn’t think you were an asshole.” Harry gives you a look. “Right, sorry, shutting up now.”

A half smile takes over his face, smoothing out his previously serious features. “I did seem like an asshole. It was only because I didn’t want- No wait. Okay. Let me start from the beginning.

“I knew who you were before we met. Val had told me about you. I met Val about a month after you met her, and at that point, she had a crush on you. That’s what I had to go talk to her about just now. She told me her crush faded right after that, and she thought I knew, but I thought that she liked you all this time. I knew you guys had dated other people, but I guess I thought that she was waiting for you or something? And then that one time I walked in on you guys, I just assumed that you had finally gotten together.”

“Harry.” His eyes snap up to yours. “I’m sorry, I know you said no more interruptions, but Harry, I already knew Val liked me. She told me as soon as she got over it. That’s why we started, y’know.”

He stares at you. “What- you mean- oh come on. Val conveniently forgot to mention that bit. I swear to God, that girl just wants to watch the world burn sometimes.” You stifle a giggle. Sounds like something Val would do. She likes to make Harry squirm.

Harry shakes his head. “Okay. Right. Anyways,” He pauses. “Do you remember the first time we met? When the three of us went for coffee?” You nod your head in affirmation. “The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most gorgeous girl I’d ever seen.” Your eyes widen in surprise, but you don’t say anything. “You made me shy and nervous, which had never happened before, and hasn’t happened since. And then we had that conversation about music – remember you told me you wanted Stevie Nicks to be your sugar mama?”

You nod, smiling. “You said you wanted her to be yours too.”

“Right yeah. Basically, I was a goner after that. But I thought Val liked you, and me and Val had just started becoming really good friends, and I really liked her, and I didn’t want to do anything to mess up the friendship. I told myself it was just a crush and I’d get over it soon, but well,” He spread his hands. “I never really did. And then I thought if I distanced myself, it would go away. But that didn’t work either. Also, when I like someone, I’m like, really obvious about it. And I didn’t want Val to know, so again, distancing myself seemed like the obvious choice. And in hindsight, it was a really bad idea, because it makes total sense that you’d interpret it as me not liking you. So. Here we are. I don’t not like you. Pretty much the opposite.”

“Sooo,” Your eyes sparkle. “What I’m hearing is. You have a crush on me.”

Harry groans and drops his face into his hands. “Oh God, I’m seriously starting to regret it. You’re just as bad as Val.”

“We’re best friends for a reason.” You pause. “What does Val think of all this?”

Harry smirks. “I’d say she seems fine with it. If I remember correctly, she said something along the lines of ‘go get that pussy, you oblivious dickhead.’”

You laugh. “Sounds like something she’d say. I hope this doesn’t mean you’re expecting to get in my pants, Styles.”

He grins. “Wouldn’t dream of it, (Y/L/N). Not yet at least. Was thinking of taking you on a date first.”

That makes you pause. “A date, huh.”

“Yeah,” he says, looking bashful all of a sudden.

You pretend to think about it. “Would you avoid me the whole time?”

He groans as you burst into laughter. “God. You’re never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Probably not,” You agree.

“Well fine. If it’s like that, maybe the washing machine will take you on a date instead.”

You gasp. “That’s a low blow, Styles.”

He smirks at you, and you reach over to shove at his shoulder. Before you make contact however, he catches your hand, and uses it to pull you closer to him. He glances down at your lips and then tilts his head, a silent question. You answer by leaning in. But before your lips can touch, the sound of the door slamming breaks you two apart. You look over to see Val in the doorway.

“Well isn’t this awfully cute. Harry, I never thought you’d go for my sloppy seconds,” she laughs.

Harry stares at her, then looks at you, then back at her, and then back at you. “Please, pleasehold that thought. I’ll be right back; I just have a roommate to kill.”

“Be my guest. She’s most ticklish at her waist.”

Val’s eyes widen. “No Harry, you know I’m too ticklish – ARGH,” she cuts herself of with a scream as she runs off as Harry launches himself off the couch after her.

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 24: Blooming Heroes

On Sunday, Ren was sitting in a booth working on some school work. Sojiro looked at her. “Whatchu up to?” he asked.

“I’m waiting for some friends,” Ren said. “Midterms are coming up, so I figure I’d better study a little.”

Sojiro smiled. “Well it’s nice to see you’re finding a balance.”

Ren didn’t seem amused. “Whatever. I’m just worried that if I don’t do well that’ll be enough for them to flunk me.” She continued to do problems.

“Heh. Fat chance” Sojiro said. Ren was surprised. “I won’t let them.”

“And they’ll take you for your word?” Ren asked.

“Well, I have connections,” Sojiro said. “Although, they can only go so far.”

“I see,” Ren said. She did a few more problems. “So.” Sojiro looked up. “You have connections, and you know people in prison.” Ren set her pencil down. “Just what kind of man are you?”

Sojiro smiled sharply. “If this were a date, I’d tell them ‘I’m one of a kind’. But it’s just a bunch of baggage from my old job.” He sighed.

“You know, if you’re looking to settle, that angle might work” Ren said. Sojiro’s interest was piqued. “‘Oh, I’m not looking for too much excitement. I’m just looking for a nice woman to settle down with.’ People will go for that.”

“Hm. Thanks kid, but I ain’t looking to settle” Sojiro said. “I’m not that kind of person.”

Ren was curious. “So, does that mean you’re actually batting for the other team?” she asked, half joking, half hoping to find some common ground between her and Sojiro.

“What? No” Sojiro said. “It’s just,” he sighed, “the woman I would have done that with… she’s no longer here…”

“Oh. I’m sorry” Ren said.

“It’s OK, you didn’t know,” Sojiro said. “Just more baggage from my old job.”

“You know, that could work for getting ladies too,” Ren added. “You could have them thinking ‘Oooo. He’s so mysterious.’”

“Heh” Sojiro sputtered. “I’ve been there before. Usually when a woman thinks you’re ‘mysterious’ they think it gives them permission to leave nail marks on your back.” Ren looked at Sojiro in disbelief. Sojiro’s face turned red. Ren was about to laugh. “F-Forget I said that!”

The bell rang, mercifully relieving Sojiro from continuing that conversation. “Hey,” Sumire said.

“Oh, hello,” Sojiro said. “Is it just her?” he asked Ren.

“No,” Ren said, hiking a quick blush at the thought of her and Sumire being alone together. “We’re waiting on a few more.”

“I see,” Sojiro said. “Well, have a seat.”

“Oh, thank you,” Sumire said.

“While we’re waiting, Sojiro was just telling me about the kinds of girls he dates,” Ren said.

“No I wasn’t!” Sojiro snapped back. Ren chuckled.

“Um, do you enjoy antagonizing people?” Sumire asked. Ren was shocked. She then felt guilty.

“I let her do it,” Sojiro chimed in. Both of them were surprised. “Partially because I feel I deserve it a little, but partially because she’s in a rough spot and needs to blow off some steam a little.”

“I see…” Sumire said.

“Thanks boss,” Ren said.

Ryuji and Ann walked in. “Sup” Ryuji said.

“Is this everyone?” Sojiro said.

Renn shook her head. “We’re waiting on one more.”

“We are?” Sumire asked. Ren, Ann, and Ryuji were shocked.

The bell rang out one more time. “Hello,” Jose said.

Sojiro was shocked. “Him?” Ren nodded. “But he’s a child?!”

“I may be” Jose said, “but I’m what you call a prodigy. I’m a first year at Kosei. I transferred in just now due to an error in the paperwork.”

Sojiro was befuddled, but everyone else was confused. Ren decided to pick up the ball and roll with it. “Yeah,” she said, gaining everyone’s attention. “He was feeling down about that yesterday when we ran into him. He wanted to do an art project to ease his nerves, so we agreed to help.”

“Um, yeah” Ann said. “It was so interesting to be working with someone like him.”

Sojiro glanced at them. “Heh. I’m impressed. If someone your age can get into Kosei, then you must be impressive.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” Jose said.

“Well then, shall we?” Ren said.

“Wait! Are we not doing this here?” Sumire said.

“Oh, no,” Ren said, slightly embarrassed. “I just wanted to meet here because I felt like it was easier for everyone.”

“Oh. I see” Sumire said. The group left to head towards the diner on Central Street.

Morgana popped out of the bag. “Thank goodness you came when you did. I didn’t want to have to hear more about Sojiro’s dating life.”

“Oh, you would have loved it,” Ren said.

“Wait, you were talking about that?” Ryuji asked.

“Um...Is it just me...or is the cat talking?” Sumire said.

Everyone except Jose was surprised. “Did you not know?” Jose said. “Mr. Morgana is a talking kitty.”

“‘Mr…. Morgana…’” Morgana repeated. He smiled. “I like that.”

“You were SO down on him yesterday,” Ryuji pointed out in disgust.

“AHEM!” Ann said, trying to get the conversation back on track. “That’s, um, one of the things that needs explanation” she began. “So, that other world we were in yesterday?” Sumire nodded. “Because you were in that world, you can hear Morgana speak. Otherwise, he sounds like a cat.”

“I see,” Sumire said.

“I’ll explain everyone once we get to the diner,” Ren said. They kept walking.

Once they made it to the diner, they grabbed a booth. They all placed an order, and were waiting.”Um, isn’t this place kind of public to be talking about all this?” Ryuji asked.

“We’re her because it’s public,” Ren explained. “If we don’t scream and shout, people will think it’s just a conversation among friends.”

“Ah. Gotcha” Ryujis said.

“So, while we’re waiting,” Ann said, “do you have any questions right off the bat Sumire?”

Sumire pondered for a second. “Well… I don’t know. There’s just so many things.”

“I see,” Ann said.

“That makes sense,” Ryuji said. “She got flung into this headfirst.”

“Hey” Ren said, placing her hand on Sumire’s. “I promised I would explain everything, so I will.” Sumire nodded. Their food came and they began eating. “This is going to be a lot to take in, are you ready?” Sumire nodded again. “OK.”

Ren took a deep breath. “So. That other world, the metaverse, is basically the collective human unconscious. That figure that had you trapped, Eris, took over that place in an attempt to sew chaos in the real world. For whatever reason, I’ve been tasked with stopping her.

Assisting me thus far, is this guy, Morgana, Ann, and Ryuji. Morgana was created to help me, while Ann and Ryuji stumbled upon this sort of like how you did. Are you with me so far?”

“I think so?” Sumire said. “You’re tasked with using the metaverse to stop that Eris person, and you’re getting help from Ann-senpai, Ryuji-senpai, and Morgana-senpai, right?”

“‘M-Mogana-senpai’” Morgana repeated gleefully.

“Correct,” Ren said. “You seem pretty quick on the uptake.”

“Well, I’ve seen it for myself,” Sumire said. “It’d sound hard to believe if I didn’t experience it first-hand.”

“Right,” Ren said, slightly embarrassed. “Anyways, the way we do this is by stealing desires.”

“Stealing desires…” Sumire repeated. “Wait, but that means-”

Ren nodded. “We are the Phantom Thieves.”

Sumre was taken aback. “Huh.”

“In order to help do that, we’ve been granted the ability of persona, like the one you summoned to break you from captivity” Ren continued. “We have to continue this fight to stop Eris.” Sumire looked worried. “But you don’t.” Sumire looked up. “Whatever you decide is fine. But can you promise not to tell anyone about us?”

Everyone else was shocked. Sumire thought about it. “Well, I promise I won’t say anything…” Everyone else looked at her. “But as for joining up… I’m going to need a bit more time to think about it.”

“And that's fine,” Ren assured her. “After what happened with you, anyone would be hesitant.”

“Well, you aren’t” Sumire pointed out to Ren's surprise. “You were framed for something you didn’t do. You were driven away from your home. You barely had time to process all of this before getting thrust into this mess, and you seem to be doing well enough.”

Ren was shocked. “Oh…”

“Sumire-chan?” Ann asked. “Do you think you have a good grasp of the situation for now?” Sumire nodded. “OK. We’re going to let you think for now. There’s something else we need to discuss. Jose?”

“Yes?” Jose responded.

“...Are you...actually going to Kosei now?” Ann asked.

“Yup” Jose answered.

“How’d you manage to swing that?” Ryuji asked.

“Well, I made up some documents that said I had applied and mad them think they didn’t register me in time” Jose said

“Woah! You faked documents?” Ryuji asked.

“Well, I’m not sure how ‘fake’ they are,” Ann said. “Considering that he’s not from this world.”

“I guess you have a point…” Ryuji said.

“But why Kosei?” Ann asked.

Jose smiled. “Well, I did some research.” He took out a phone. “I bought one of these and looked up a few things. Kosei is a school that offers free lodging to students. So I applied.”

“Wait, isn’t Kosei like an art school or something?” Ryuji asked. “What did you get in with?”

“Flower arranging,” Jose answered.

“I… guess that makes sense,” Ryuji responded.

“So, Jose, I’m assuming we can count on you to join up with the Phantom Thieves from now on?” Ann asked.

Jose nodded. “You’re helping me study humanity. The least I can do is help you with this.”

“Wait, study… humanity?” Sumire said.

“Oh yeah” Ann said. “You weren’t there. Jose isn’t technically human.”

“What?!” Sumire said.

“It’s true,” Jose said.

“I’m not either,” Morgana chimed in.

“Oh, but you’re a cat, right?” Sumire asked.

“I am not a cat!” Morgana said.

“Morgana just has the form of a cat” Ren added. “Much like how Jose has the form of a human.”

“I see,” Sumire said. “Question:” Everyone looked at her. “Does this metaverse thing have anything to do with Shiho-senpai trying to burn down the school?” Everyone was surprised. “It’s just, when she showed me around earlier, she seemed like a completely different person…”

Everyone was a little solemn. “Yeah” Ren answered. “That’s part of Eris’s plan. It’s kind of complicated. Basically what was happening is that some...thing named Yaldabaoth originally set everything up to impose high order. However, Eris defeated Yaldabaoth and converted their plan into her own.

People like Kamoshida have what are called palaces. Essentially, these are areas in the metaverse that are heavily distorted by the people that control them. These were part of Yaldabaoth's original plan.

What Eris is doing is she corrupts people who have an ax to grind with palace rulers so that they will kill them. And that’s what happened with Shiho, and that’s what will continue to happen. So we’re here to put a stop to it.” Ren finished. Sumire was speechless. “Are you OK?”

Sumire slammed her fist on the table. “Count me in!”

Ren was surprised. “Um, what?”

“You heard me!” Sumire insisted. She calmed down. “I’m sorry. It’s just… I did promise to help you after you all helped me out so much.”

Ren looked at her. “You don’t have to-”

“But I want to!” Sumire interjected. “If I’m going to be honest, I…” she gulped. “I wasn’t sure how I felt about the Phantom Thieves when the calling card was posted. I wasn’t sure about this forceful intervention. But I know what it feels like to be at your lowest. To feel so helpless that anything would seem like a good idea.”

Sumire grew determined. “So if that’s what you’re fighting, I want to fight that too! I want to help people because I’ve been there! I know how terrible it can be. I know that you can’t escape on your own. I want to be that light for others.”

Everyone was stunned at Sumire’s convictions. Ren spoke up. “Wow. I’ve gotta say, I’m impressed. If that’s the case, welcome to the team.”

“Oh, thanks,” Sumire said.

“Alright! Now we gotta think up codenames” Ryuji said.

“Codenames?” Sumire asked.

“Yeah” Ann added. “We do it because we don’t want to repeatedly yell our real names in the palaces of those we’re stealing from. Also, it’s kind of fun.”

“I see,” Suire said.

“So, what do you want your codename to be?” Ryuji asked.

“Oh! Um, what are all your codenames?” Sumire replied.

Ren smiled. “Ann is Panther, Morgana is Mona, Ryuji is Skull, and I am Joker.”

Sumire chuckled at Ren saying her codename with gravitas. “How fitting. Oh, but what about Jose?”

“Oh, I don’t have one yet,” Jose answered.

“Yeah, we just found him yesterday,” Ann explained.

“Does he need one?” Ryuji asked. “I mean, we did kind of find him in Mementos.”

“Yeah, but if he’s going to go to Kosei, people will know of him,” Ren explained.

“Besides, I have a codename, and most people think of me as a cat” Morgana interjected.

“Right,” Ryuji said. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine Ryuji,” Jose said. “I can see why you would ask that. But as for a codename, hmmm.”

“What about Florist?” Ryuji asked.

“Mmmmm, I don’t think it fits,” Jose said. “It’s too technical.”

“I like flowers as a motif for you though,” Ann said.

“I guess, but the flowers were just a means to an end” Jose explained. “Personally, I’d like something more themed around light.”

“Light?” Ann asked.

Jose nodded. “I’m wishing to find the light of the truth. I want something that incorporates that.”

“Why not both?” Ren said. “Since flowers need the light of the sun to grow, how about Sunshine?”

“Sunshine, huh…” Jose pondered. “I like it!”

“Alright! Let’s go Sunshine!” Ryuji said.

“So, do you have any ideas Sumire?” Ann asked.

Sumire thought. “Well...a codename feels like I’m hiding my identity.”

“It… Is?” Ryuji said, confused.

“But after living as my sister, I don’t want to hide who I am anymore,” Sumire explained.

“Oh. Right. Sorry” Ryuji apologized.

“I think that’s fine,” Ren said. Everyone was surprised. “We could just call you Violet.”

“Violet?” Sumire said.

“Of course!” Ann said. “Violet is Sumire in English!”

“Violet” Sumire repeated. She smiled. “I like that. A lot.”

“Alright!” Ryuji said. “Now that that’s settled, what now?”

“Well, we need to look into that name Nakanohara gave us,” Morgan reminded them. “Madarame.”

“Right,” Ryuji said.

“Something else has been bugging me too,” Ren said.

“What is it?” Ann asked.

“Well…” Ren began. “When Eris left us yesterday, she said that the chaos she’s sewing will save humanity.”

“Yeah?” Ann said

“But those shadows that tried to stop Jose,” Ren continued, “they seemed like the chaos that was happening would doom humanity.”

“Really?” Ann said.

“So, what does that mean?” Ryuji asked.

“I’m not sure,” Ren said. “It seemed odd, so I thought I would bring it up.”

“So, we have to figure out if that means anything,” Morgana said. He smiled. “Sounds interesting.”

“Oh, right,” Ryuji said. “We should add Sumire and Jose to the group chat.”

“Right,” Sumire said, a little flustered. They all got out their phones and exchanged contact information.

“Alright. Now if we have anything, we can tell each other right away!” Ryuji said. “Now let’s hunt for this Madarame character.”

“Wait!” Sumire blurted. “Um, aren’t midterms coming up?”

Ren smiled. “You’re right. Maybe the best thing to do for now is lay low and focus on that.”

“But...thieving…” Ryuji said.

“Ren’s right. You can't be a thief if you're being punished for not doing well on your exams” Morgana chided.

Ryuji was silent for a moment. “Ugh, FINE! I guess I need to go study.”

“Yeah, I think we all should,” Ann said. “Especially you Ryuji.”

“Look who’s talking!” Ryuji sniped back. “The only thing you’re good at is English!”

“That’s better than not being good at anything!” Ann retorted. She and Ryuji grrred at each other.

“So, I think the plan is clear,” Ren said, trying to get some form of order in this. “Focus on midterms for now, then investigate Madarame. Got that?” Everyone nodded. “Good. I think we can do this.”

“Hell yeah!” Ryuji said. “After all, we have two new members on our side!”

“Right!” Sumire said with enthusiasm.

“Sumire,” Ren said. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do this?”

“Of course!” Sumire said.

Ren sighed. “Very well. Welcome aboard Violet. Sunshine.” Everyone nodded.

Fool-The Phantom Thieves: Rank 3

The thieves finished their food and left for their homes.

Ren walked into Leblanc. “Must have been a fun day” Sojiro commented.

“Mm hm” Ren nodded.

“Heh” Sojiro grunted back. He got a little more serious. “You know, even though you didn’t hit that guy, I still think Tokyo might be a better fit for you than your hometown.

Ren was confused. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, well, uh…” Sojiro said. “Your parents gave me a description of you to help me be a better adult for you”

Ren was now curious. “What did they say?”

Sojiro thought for a moment. “Hmmmmm. Well, they told me you were kind of aloof. Disinterested in the world around you. You didn’t seem to like people and kept them at bay. But that seems different from the young lady standing before me. She’s outgoing, sociable, and making friends, even in the unlikeliest of places.”

“I see,” Ren said. I guess I was like that. No one wanted to be my friend or even liked me all that much. So I guess I put on a facade. She looked around Leblanc. I guess what they say is true. Every cloud has a silver lining.

“You know,” Sojiro began, capturing Ren’s attention once more, “this doesn’t just have to be a temporary thing. If you want, I could call your parents and make arrangements to have you stay permanently.”

Ren smiled. “I’ll think about it.”

“Well, it’s your call,” Sojiro said. “I’m gonna head out for the night. Take care.”

“Seeya” Ren said as Sojiro left. Her smile left her face. She then got a message and checked it immediately.

Sumire: Hey everyone.

Ann: What’s up?

Sumire: ...

Sumire: I wasn’t entirely honest with you all.

Ryuji: ??

Ryuji: How so?

Sumire: Well…

Sumire: I do want to help people

Sumre: But I’m also doing this to help myself.

Ren: ??

Sumire: See, I think I haven’t found as much of myself as I thought I had.

Sumire: And I feel like I’m at my best when I’m with you all.

Sumire: Sorry for being so self-indulgent.

Ann: Sumire…

Jose: What’s wrong with that?

Jose: I’m helping the team out of my own self-interest too.

Ryuji: You could have phrased that better dude.

Sumre: Actually, I think I needed that.

Ryuji: Huh?

Sumire: That sort of blunt approach really shook me out of it.

Sumire: I’m feeling better about this

Sumire: Thank you Jose.

Jose: You’re welcome.

Ann: Well, I guess that works.

Ann: But maybe we need to work on that.

Ryuji: Yeah, it’s not an approach that would work with everyone.

Ren: …

Ann: ??

Ann: What’s on your mind?

Ren: Well, I was just thinking…

Ren: Would any of you be my friend if none of this had happened?

Jose: No, but then again, I wouldn’t know you, so the point is kind of moot.

Sumire: OF COURSE I WOULD!

Sumire: Sorry. Sorry.

Sumire: But I would. Yeah.

Sumire: You helped me out when you had no need to.

Sumire: I didn’t even know about all of this stuff until yesterday.

Sumire: So yes.

Ryuji: Wow.

Ryuji: That’s a lot.

Ryuji: But to answer your question, maybe.

Ann: Maybe?

Ryuji: Well, you and her were so buddy buddy.

Ryuji: And we were both still caught up in Kamoshida’s bullshit.

Ann: Right…

Ryuji: But if Kamoshida wasn’t being a piece of shit, then I’d say so.

Ann: I think we’d be friends too.

Ann: You’re very real, and when you’re someone like me, that can be hard to come by.

Jose: I think I’m starting to understand something.

Ren: ??

Jose: You are all kind of similar.

Jose: Which I think is what draws you together.

Jose: The metaverse only served to accelerate this connection.

Ren: Thanks Jose.

Jose: You’re welcome.

Jose: I have to go to bed now.

Jose: I don’t want to be late for my first day.

Sumire: Goodnight Jose.

Ann: I should go too.

Ann: Goodnight.

Ryuji: Same.

Ryuji: G’night everyone.

Ren: Good night.

Ren stood there and smiled at the conversation. “Well well” Eris said. Ren looked up to find the cloaked figure sitting at a booth. “You all compliment each other. How sweet.”

Ren sat down across from her. “What do you want?”

“What, no banter?” Eris asked. “I just came by because I felt some chaos in your heart is all. I want to make sure you’re feeling alright. Or not, and you’d join me.”

“I’m doing just fine,” Ren said. “It’s just a bit of growing pains.”

“Does it usually take the form of chaos?” Eris asked.

“Sometimes” Ren answered. “Life can’t be perfect. It’s how we deal with it that makes us who we are.”

“I see…” Eris said. “And you’d rather deal with it the right way? Why not go hog wild and let your inner beast out?”

Ren paused for a moment. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. If I think only for myself, then I’m no better than the type of people who despise me.”

“What’s that going to get you?” Eris asked. “A handful of friends? A little bit of self-satisfaction? People will still despise you. People will still not respect you. Why not go crazy and MAKE them respect you?”

Ren smiled. “It’s simple. I don’t care.” Eris was shocked. “People can do what they like. As long as I have people I can trust, I don’t care.” Eris was seething. “By the way, maybe you should take some of your own advice.” Eris was curious. “You go on and on about how diving the world into chaos will make everything better for humanity, but some of your shadow friends would beg to differ.”

“Are you saying that those lovely shadows would go against me?!” Eris asked.

“Nope. They’re saying that” Ren replied calmly. Eris was fuming. “And now you see the effectiveness of my approach.” Eris stopped. “Pure chaos can help, but a controlled chaos can be useful too.”

“Oh. I see. You were just trying to teach me a lesson” Eris said. She began laughing. “Of course my lovlies wouldn’t do anything to go against me.”

“Um, no,” Ren said. “They really did say that.”

Eris stopped laughing. “Listen. I have full confidence that my chaos will win you over.”

“And I have full confidence otherwise,” Ren retorted.

“Well, I guess we’ll know who'll win in the end” Eris said.

“Maybe” Ren said. “Or you could surrender now.”

“HA!” Eris said. “I’m not through with you yet! Not by a long shot!”

Hunger-Eris: Rank 2

“Seeya” Eris said. She faded out. Ren started, shrugged, and headed upstairs.

After she put her pajamas on and got into bed Morgana chimed in. “Hey. Like Jose said, we probably wouldn’t have met under normal circumstances. But I think if I were to exist in some way, I think we’d be friends.”

Ren smiled. “Thanks Morgana.” She scratched his chin. Morgana started to pur. “Oh my GOSH YOU’RE PURRING!” She grabbed Morgana and started cuddling him. “You're just the sweetest thing.”

“AK! OK. Can you let me go now?” Morgana asked.

“Yeah,” Ren said. But she didn’t let go. She fell asleep.

Morgana looked at her sleeping face. He considered the fact that he was trapped in her hug. “Well, I suppose there are worse things.” He yawned and promptly fell asleep as well.

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spider-babes · 5 years

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secrets

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: the time you quite easily find out Peter’s secret.

word count: 1.1k

**warnings: unedited writing (yikes), getting jumped, a few catcalls, and a whole lot of fluff

note: this is for @keepingupwiththeparkers’s 4k writing challenge! (based off the prompt “you’re lucky you’re cute”) I hope you guys like it ahh!

You’ve always loved the streets of Queens during the nighttime. The lights of the city always seemed to talk to you, inviting you to wander the streets. It made you feel alive. It made you feel safe.

Your study session at the library had run a little late, by about 3 hours, not that anyone’s counting, and you had missed your bus back home, so you decided that the half-hour walk back home would help clear your mind before your chemistry midterm the next day.

You kicked a pebble as you walked, quietly humming to the song playing through your headphones. The silent jam session was interrupted with a buzz and you groaned, looking down at your unread texts. Three from your mother. One from MJ. Five from Peter.

You quickly tapped out an apology to your mom for staying out so late and assured her that you were coming home safely. MJ’s text was a corny chemistry meme, and you let out a small chuckle and replied with the rolling eyes emoji. Peter’s texts, however, were a mess.

Peter: hELP IM TOTALLY GONNA FAIL THE CHEM TEST TOMORROW

Peter: WHAT EVEN IS CHEMISTRY IM SO CONFUSED

Peter: y/nnnn, talk to meeeee pleaseeeee

Peter: you are a useless best friend you know, you never help me with my life struggles

Peter: are you still at the library?? It’s so late dude…

You smiled at his neediness, ignoring the way your heart sped up just a tad at his texts.

Y/N: relax loser, i’m omw home rn

Y/N: and i agree, what even is chem?

Y/N: ALSO SHUT UP YOU'RE SUCH A SMARTASS YOU’LL DO FINE TOMORROW

You really hadn’t paid much attention to the group of guys huddled together a few paces ahead of you until you passed them, but it took only a moment before you felt their presence following you.

Fuck.

You sped up, abandoning the pebble you had been kicking, and hoped they’d give it a rest and slow down.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you walking all alone out here?”

You sucked in a breath. Calm down. Keep going. Don’t turn around. Don’t stop. The words rang clear in your head, but your heart rate sped up and your hands began to shake just a bit.

“Come on, baby! Come talk to us,” another voice called out, sounding even more wasted than the first one. You shuddered involuntarily. The footsteps behind you were louder now. Don’t turn around.

You had just started to run when one of the men’s hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you backward. You stumbled into his chest, tears springing into your eyes. You screwed them shut as one of the men lean closer, the stench of alcohol clogging your senses. You prepared for the worst.

“I don’t have any money on me. Please, just let me go,” your voice trembled as you pleaded with them.

“No? That’s too bad then,” the man tutted. “Oh well, we have better uses for you anyways.”

Fuck. You’re done for.

As quickly as the thought crossed your mind, the man in front of you was gone, disappearing with a whoosh.

“Now, now, that’s no way to treat a lady.”

Another whoosh and the grip on your shoulders was gone, leaving you to stumble forward. A gasp escaped your lips as you fell into yet another body, this one smaller and leaner.

Spider-man stood in front of you now, gently pulling you away from the men webbed to the wall. “You alright, miss?”

What is happening?

You really should have been thanking him, but suddenly, you were frozen in place. You knew that voice. You knew that voice and that posture and that grip. You knew him.

“Peter?” The white eyes on the mask widened almost comically.

He coughed, “I- I don’t know who you’re talking about? I’m S-Spider-man.”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you furrowed your eyebrows and reached for his mask, eager to confirm your suspicions, but, before your fingers could even brush against the red material, Spider-man’s hand was wrapped around your waist tightly, and you were both zooming up towards the sky.

You shrieked as he swung up to the rooftop of a nearby building and gently dropped you on it. “Peter!”

“How in the world did you find out? I barely spoke a word to you and you figure it out?” Peter paced back and forth while you catch your breath and try to slow your racing heart. He pulled the mask off and looked at you expectantly.

“I’m sorry, this is, uh, wow,” you breathed, still a little bit confused. “It wasn’t really that hard. I mean, your voice is pretty distinct I guess.”

Peter squinted at you for a second before he sighed and pulled you into a hug, “‘M sorry for all this. Are you okay?”

You sighed against his shoulder, the events from earlier fluttering back into your train of thought. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks, Pete. For, you know, saving my ass down there. I don’t know what would have happened if it wasn’t for you.”

Peter stiffened for just a moment in your arms, and you gave him a small squeeze before pulling away, “Spider-man, huh? You know, you still have to explain this to me. I can’t believe we’ve been friends, for what, seven years, and you didn’t tell me anything.”

“I was scared! I didn’t wanna put you in a position you didn’t want to be in, you know?” Peter mumbled. “I’m sorry, pumpkin.”

You really should have been mad. But how could you be mad when he was looking at you with those beautiful coffee-colored eyes of his that you could just drown in. How could you be mad at Peter when he’s gnawing on the corner of his lip in anticipation, and you want nothing more than to feel those lips on your own.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, Pete,” you breathed, giving him a small smile, “or I would’ve gone off on your ass for this.”

“Wait,” Peter sputtered after a moment, “you think I’m cute?”

Heat rushed to your cheeks and you inwardly groan, “Hmm? I never said that.”

“You totally think I’m cute!” He’s laughing softly now, and you press your face into your palms. “It’s okay, I think you’re pretty cute too.”

You’re sure you’ve never smiled harder.

tagging a few amazing people uwu: @starksparker @mcuspidey @spideypeach @hollandroos @madmadmilk @bi-writes @cutesparker @toms-gf @wazzupmrstark @upsidedownparker @galaxy-parker

#tom holland #tom holland imagines #peter parker #peter parker imagine #tom holland fanfic #peter parker fanfic #peter x reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman imagine #spiderman fanfic

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starkerfortwo · 4 years

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OKAY im sorry thi sis late to be posted but I’m really busy at the moment. These prompts are for @swankyspankyhankypanky panky i tried reallyhard to come up wih a good story line for you! Happy valentines day! @starker-valentines

So I know this isn't exactly the original prompts, but I'm a bad writer and before I knew I had written this, I'd already done it, so I'm very sorry, hope you enjoy this though!!! Prompt 2

Tones Hey sweets, I'm picking you up at 7, be ready!

Peter Oof, wish I could, but I'm at the library with Ned and MJ studying for midterms. I'm free at nine tho

Tony sighed and switched his car onto automatic.

Tony Really? Okay, I'll pick you up at nine outside the library, where'd you wanna go?

Peter sure and hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm maybe Delmars? Pretty pretty please with sugar on top

Tony How can I say no to you? If you want to then sure, but if that cat bites me one more time

Peter You'll do what? Go all IronMan on a cat's ass? Pshhhh okay, now stop distracting me I rly have to study

Tony But bothering you is so so so so fun. But if you insist. I love yoy

You*

Peter I love yoy too Tony. Yoy, im dead

Peter laughed at his phone and slid it back into his pocket. "Did Tony say something hot?" Peter looked at Ned with a disgusted face "Ned, gross dude. And no he just made a typo" MJ rolled her eyes "You two are gross, but It's kinda cute so I feel you" Peter smiled and picked up a textbook. "So, what's the sweetest thing Tonys done?" Flash asked hooking his arm around Liz's shoulders. "Sweetest? I don't know man, on our first date he serenaded me with a song" "That's not sweet. Come on! What was the thing that you couldn't stop smiling about for weeks afterward?" Ned asked leaning forwards. "Well, our first time do-" "STOP" Flash shouted covering his ears as Peter chuckled to himself.

Peter Pls save me, they're all asking me about our love life. It's excruciating

Tony Want me to come and blow them away with my awesomeness?

Peter Yes please, I managed to shut them up by talking about our sex life but Ned seems to be plotting his next question.

Tony I'm parking the car

Peter looked up to the door and smiled at the sight of Tony Stark walking in. "I believe people were talking about me" He smiled sitting down on the chair next to Peter. "Hey, Mr. Stark," Ned said flashing him 'Please accept me for an internship' smile. "Relax, Ned, I shouldn't tell you this but you got the Internship" Ned let out a scream and was quickly hushed by the librarian "So, Mr. Stark, what do you think is the sweetest thing you ever did for Peter?" Flash asked returning his hand to Liz. "Hmm, I think It would be the night that Peter called me Tony for the first time"

2 YEARS EARLIER

"Mr. Stark I'm a big boy I don't need you to keep on saving me from fights," Peter said in protest, landing on a rooftop in downtown New York. "You're a baby, and that wasn't a fight, that was an attack that was specifically planned to target you" Peter tensed his face up "You could've taken those guys on so why can't I?" Peter argued ripping off his mask and letting the brown curls fly around his face. "Because I'm more experienced than you and I have an iron suit. Yours is... spandex" Tony pointed out stepping out of his suit and onto the ground as Peter took a step back. "You helped me create this suit so technically It's not my fault that I don't have a stronger suit. And that's not what you said when I fought Captain America" "I've said this before and I'll say this again, if Cap wanted to take you down, he would've" "Yes but he didn't. Can you just accept the fact that I might be more mature than you think? Why won't you let me fight the bad guys? I took on Thanos when we were stuck on Titan!" Tony scrunched his face up "Because Peter, I can't lose you again! I watched you die in my arms and I was waiting for the time that I would go and help save you in any other fucking world that you had gone to, but I didn't! I couldn't save you Kid, I never want to lose you again, you mean to much to me!" Peter stared at Tony. "I'm sorry, I am, you just, you need to let me do this stuff okay? If I'm really in danger, Karen will let you know" Tony didn't say anything just embraced Peter in a hug "Don't die, kid, please don't. I can't lose you too" "I won't Tony"

"That wasn't something sweet that you did, that was just a sweet moment between us" Peter scoffed turning to Tony. "I saved your life! I think that counts as being sweet" Tony argued turning his head. "Okay then, Peter, what was the sweetest thing you did for Tony?" MJ asked, suddenly intrigued in their love lives. "Oh, for sure the time that Tony said 'I love you peter Paker' for the first time"

A year earlier.

"Wassup Tony," Peter said sliding on the hard wooden floor in his pink fluffy socks. "Morning Peter, why are you in such a good mood?" Tony asked pouring himself a cup of coffee "Well if you must know, I have a date" Tony's heart dropped to his ass, figuratively but still, as peter announced he had a date. "Cool cool, who with?" Peter smiled "Quinten Beck, I met him on Tinder and he's hot as hell!" Tony covered up his disappointment with a smile. "I'm happy for you kid, I'm going down to the lab"

three hours later.

"FRIDAY has Peter returned from the date?" Tony asked attaching a string to a door and slamming it shut making a crate fall "No, he never left the tower, he is sobbing on the couch upstairs" Tony paused "He's what?" He asked again unsure if he heard her right "Sobbing upstairs" Tony left the crate and rushed upstairs. "Peter? Peter, what's wrong?" Tony asked trying to console the hyperventilation young adult on his couch. "Beck canceled the date, he told me that I was ugly and too nerdy" Peter sobbed, resting his head in the crook of Tony's neck. "When I find that lil bitch" Tony whispered. "Why am I not good enough? Is there something wrong with me? Why does no one like me?!" Peter shouted sobbing harder. "Oh Peter, you're good enough and everyone is crazy to not see that, you're perfect peter" Tony whispered, "Then why does no one like me?" He cried out "They do" "Who Tony! Who likes me?! I'm just some ugly person" Peter screamed coming up for some air "Me Peter! I like you. No actually. I love you, Peter Parker. I always have and I always will"

"That was sweet, but that wasn't something you did for Tony" Nd pointed out, yawning in his seat whilst Betty rested her head on him. "Yeah I guess it was, I don't know actually, either I'm a shit boyfriend or Tony just doesn't tell me when I'm sweet" Tony laughed and pecked Peter's cheek. "I know what one of the sweetest things peter ever did was."

one month earlier.

"TONY!" Peter screeched from the lab. "BOI IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT THIS VERRY FUCKING SECOND I WILL END OUR RELATIONSHIP!" Tony raced down the stairs and into the lab where he was met by Peter standing over an Iron Man suit "Yes my love? Something wrong?" Peter's eyes went soft at the sight of Tony's sleepless eyes and dropped shoulders. "Baby, when was the last time you slept?" Peter asked moving slowly towards Tony. "Like, seventy-two hours ago" Peter sighed and took the white blanket off of his shoulders and wrapped it around Tony's shoulders. "Come on, let's go to bed" Tony sulked and let Peter lift him off of his feet and carry him upstairs. "You know what's not fair" Tony yawned "What?" "The fact that you're younger and smaller than me, yet so much stronger than me" Peter laughed "Blame the radioactive spider for that one" Tony chuckled and felt his body sink into the memory foam mattress "I don't want to sleep" Tony sighed sleepily barely able to keep his eyes open. "Why?" Peter asked wrapping his arms around Tony "Because every time I close my eyes I see you slipping away in my arms. I can't keep reliving that Peter" Tony cried pulling Peter down to his eyesight. "Tony, hey Tony, look at me." Tony brought his eyes up to look at Peter. "I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving. You are my home, I love you and I always will. You're not going to lose me again. We won. He's dead." Tony sobbed quietly "I love you" He whispered falling asleep. "I love you too" Peter whispered back.

"Yeah, I have to admit that was pretty sweet of me to do" Peter laughed resting his head on Tony's lap. "It was, so tell me, what midterm do you all have first?" Tony asked gently caressing Peter's hair. "Peter has Law then Bioengineering. I have Law and physics, MJ has human relations, Liz has technology, and Flash has English Lit" Ned explained yawning gently. "That sucks for all of you." Tony laughed "Hey if we leave now we can still make our reservation" Peter whispered looking up at Tony. "You sure?" Peter nodded and looked up. "I hate to cut this short, but me and Tony-" "Tony and I" "Yes, thank you MJ, have a dinner reservation to attend, so we will be fucking off and I won't see you for the rest of this night" Tony smiled as Peter grabbed his hand and ran out the door. "I love you" Tony whispered "I love you too Tony" Peters's lips met Tonys in a sweet sensual kiss. "Come on, let's go"

Prompt 1

"Good morning handsome" Tony smiled as Peter rubbed his eyes. "Mornin' what time is it?" "The time is currently twelve minutes past nine in the morning" Peter rolled his eyes and slumped his head back on the pillow but evidentially rolling over and burying his face in the crook of Tony's neck. "I'm tired." He whined, feeling Tony's arms wrap around him. "I know, but, guess what" Peter looked up at his boyfriend "You're taking me out of college and whisking me away to a holiday in LA?" Tony smiled and kissed the tip of Peter's nose. "Nope, but I am taking you training today" Peter groaned again "In what universe is training better than a holiday" Peter deadpanned sitting up straight and pulling one of Tonys AC/DC shirts over his head "My universe. Hurry up, Peppers gonna be here in five" Peter whined for the fifth time in the time-space of an hour and sulked his way over to the chest of drawers currently holding all of his things. Since Peter and Tony had started dating, Peter had been slowly moving objects from his room into Tonys. A couple of CD's stacked up on the desk, along with some chemistry books, and some clothes. So far they hadn't been caught. Plus, they only had three months until Peter's twenty-first birthday when they could finally announce that they had been dating. They just needed to keep it a secret for now. "Hey, I love you" Tony smiled lifting peters head up by his chin and kissing his softly "I love you too. I'm gonna shower though because I smell" Tony laughed "Yeah, you do" They stayed there for a moment, staring at each other and smiling. "Tony! You need to sign off- oh hi Peter" Both men separated quickly trying to cover it up by Tony fakely handing Peter a biology book on cells and reproduction. "Um hi Miss Potts I was just getting a book from To- Mr. Stark" Pepper smiled fondly "That's okay Peter." Peter smiled meekly at Tony and Pepper as he slipped out the bedroom door. "Fuck" He breathed out.

Peter dodged a punch and swung from one corned to the other. "Come on, babe, you can do better than this" Peter panted and landed on the floor next to him "Nope, I'm out" Tony smiled and pulled this small boyfriend up. "Come on, one more round and we can relax." Peter pulled himself together and nodded. "Okay, I can do this," He said dodging a kick and other suits that came flying past him. "One more!" Tony said cheering him on from the sidelines, "Fuck, Tony I can't do this" "There's no such word as can't" Peter smirked t himself "Nope, but there is a word called cannot and I cannot do this" H said turning his back as Tony shit down te simulation. "What's going on? You're usually so much better than this" Tony asked as peter layed his head on his lap. "I don't know, I've been in a funk ever since we lost the Titan battle" Tony frowned. "I'm never letting you go okay? I love you, Peter Parker. I love you so much. And that shit that happened with Thanos was not your fault. You were fifteen kid and were already conquering so much that I couldn't even do at fifteen. Don't beat yourself up because of one mistake" Tony leaned down and kissed peter's lips passionately. "I love you too Tones, and guess what day tomorrow is. Valentine's day" Tony rolled his eyes "Ugh, don't remind me" Peter laughed "Ill remind you in my way" Tony raised an eyebrow "Kinky" "That's not what I meant and you know it"

"Mr. Parker, you have a meeting in five minutes downstairs" FRIDAY chirped from the speakers in the kitchen. "SHIT! FRIDAY can you remind me when to take the cookies out of the oven?" He heard no response but figured that FRIDAY heard him. Peter raced over to his bedroom and pulled on one of Tonys' old AC/DC shirts and a pair of ripped skinny jeans before jogging down to the meeting room. "Good morning Mr. Parker, so nice of you to join us" Tony smiled sarcastically swiveling around in his chair. "Uh sorry, I was baking" He replied Shiley taking a seat next to Tony. "Baking?" Tony whispered moving his chair closer to Peter's "Yep, made some peanut butter cookies" He smiled. "Damn, get you a man that can cook" They both laughed a little before turning their attention to the man presenting as he 'cleared his throat' "Something funny?" The man asked, obviously tired of having to stop his presentation. "Nope, just laughing about the world" The man rolled his eyes at Tony and continued presenting his slideshow on 'Why Peter Parker should not take over SI' which wasn't the name but Peter thought that it might as well be the name since he was droning on about how someone with a manufacturing and technology background would be more suitable. But still, peter being peter he just sat quietly and held Tony's hand underneath the steel table. "Pete, you okay?" Tony asked quietly looking at the boy "Yeah, I'm just focusing on how many ways I could walk out the room right now" Tony laughed "Don't even walk, just jump out the window and let the suit catch you" Peter burst into laughter and fell on the ground wheezing. "What the fuck is so funny Mr. Parker? This is a serious meeting" Peter laughed as he stood up and regained his posture and self-control. "Nothing nothing, just thinking about a vine" He chuckled sitting down in his seat again. "What vine?" Tony asked playing along with the Vine story. "Is that a chicken?" He quoted not even missing a beat. "Kyle Jenner please report to the foyer," Tony said finishing off the stat pf the vine. The man presenting looked unamused and closed down the PowerPoint. "When you two can stop behaving like children we will come back," He said walking with his men out of the room. "Think we broke him?" Peter laughed spinning in his chair. "Nope, but you're gonna break your back is you don't stop spinning on this chair" Peter giggled and continued to spin on his chair until the chair gave way and he fell on Tony "Hi" He grinned dopey "Hi, think you can-" Tony was cut off by the man walking into the room again causing both men to jump and Peter to fall on the floor with an "Ouch" Along with Tony. "Never mind" Tony watched as the guy left and turned his head to look at Peter. "You okay?" He asked helping Peter stand up and regain his balance and confidence "Mhmm, are you okay?" Tony laughed at Peters's kindness. "I'm not the one that just fell off of a chair and hit my head on the floor" Peter smiled and rested his head on Tony's shoulder as Tony helped him into the elevator.

An hour had passed and the two lovebirds were sat on the couch eating Peters cookies and watching 'Burlesque' on Netflix. "I'm tired." Peter sighed wrapping a blanket around his cold body "If you wanna go to bed by all means go, I just wanna know if Jack and Ali will start dating" Tony smiled ruffling Peters's hair, "They do, now will you please come to bed with me?" Tony gasped "You just spoiled the movie" Peter rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, come on just cuddle with me" Tony pulled peter towards him on the couch "I don't wanna" "Stop being a child Tony" "I'm not being a child" "Yeah? Then come to bed" "No" "Come to bed, Tony." "No" Tony, come to b-" Once again, they were interrupted by Natasha walking and Peter rolling off the couch. "Sup, what are we watching," She asked grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoveling it into her mouth. "Nothing, I'm gonna go to sleep. Night" Peter gave a 'Bed now' look to Tony who acted like he didn't see it and carried on watching the film. "Child" He muttered under his breath.

Peter sighed as he pulled on a pair of pajamas and slipped under the blue silk sheets of Tony's bed. "It's so cold, FRIDAY turn the heating up" and just like that Peter felt as if he was in Spain, relaxing on a beach and letting off steam. That was until he felt a dip in the bed and muscular arms cover his body and held him tight. "Let's go" Peter turned around. "What do you mean?" He questioned rubbing his eyes "You said you wanted to go to Spain right? Then let's go, let's spend Valentine's day in Spain" Peter smiled and hooked his arms around Tony. "Okay. I'm down for that. when are we going?" "Right now, get some clothes on, we'll buy whatever we need when we get there" Peter squealed and jumped out of the bed grabbing some jeans and sliding himself into them. "You're not getting changed?" He questioned looking at Tony. "I already am" Peter rolled his eyes as Tony flipped away the covers to reveal a fully tailored suit on him. "When did you have the tine to get fully charged? A second ago you were in a tank and sweat pants" "I have my ways. May i just say, you look ravishing" Peter blushed "I'm wearing an oversized shirt and Khakis, how is that ravishing" "Because it's my shirt that you're wearing" Peter rolled his eyes. "You're incredibly predictable Mr. Stark" Tony scoffed "No I'm not, you don't know what I'm going to do now" "Yes I do, you're going to pick me up and run with me in your arms to the helipad" Tony paused fr a minute "No I'm not." "Then what are you gonna do?" "I'm going to pick you up, and run with ou in my arms into the living room" Peter sighed "Wow, big difference" Tony smiled and grabbed Peter before running down the corridor. "Oh my god, Tony! Peter squealed "Put me down! Put me down!" Tony laughed and placed Peters feet on the floor kissing his 'Button nose' as Tony liked to describe it "I hate you" Tony shook his head "No you don't, you love me" "Unfortunately yes, yes I do, and it's a shame because I can never get mad at you" Peter smiled and kissed Tony passionately. "Don't eat each other's fucking faces" Both of them jumped to see the room filled with the avengers and Rhodey. "Uh, we can explain" Peter sighed pulling away from Tony/ "We can? " Tony questioned. "No, I'm out." Rhodey sighed. "I told you they were dating." "You knew?" Tony asked, shocked and in disbelief, thst they're amazing (Terrible ) attempts of covering up their relationship didn't work. "We all knew, you two cant keep a secret for your life." Tony scoffed at Natasha "Yes I can, I kept being Iron Man a secret" Peter scoffed this time. "No you didn't, Rodey and Pepper organized an entire speech on what you should say so you wouldn't reveal that you were IronMan and you still got up on that stage and said 'I am Iron Man' " Tony ignored the comment and looked at the group. "Yes, I and Peter are dating, but as of this moment we are going to Spaun to celebrate our first Valentine's day together" Tony picked Peter up and in a squeal, they were both gone from the eyesight of the other. "Damn, they're cute you've got to admit," Bruce said from the back. "They are, also who said they were eating each other's faces. Because Props to you" Rhodey smiled at Pepper. "All me, the look on their faces were priceless, I wish I had taken a photo" "I have taken a video of the moment and sent it to all of your phones" FRIDAY spoke chirpily, she wasn't a human, but goddamn could she sense when people liked her.

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prorevenge · 5 years

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After months of putting up with my roommate from hell, I got the revenge of lifetime and screwed her over out of a fuckton of money and got her to pay rent and life has never been sweeter! (This is a long one)

This is a long one but very much worth the ride, so buckle up. (also, English isn't my native lang, sorry if there are any mistakes)

This story takes place a couple of years back. During college, I lived with several roommates, all of them were nice and we got along well, except for this one bitch, let's call her Karen. if Satan and Hitler had a child and that child had a child with Stalin and Cruella de Vil, that would be Karen for you, she is a loud-mouthed stupid, egocentric bitch who has the face that scare the shit out of a toilet. She would never clean up after herself, she would always leave her plates and things at the spot where she last used them. I have lost counts of how many times, I caught her stealing my clothes without asking and if you so much as touch her clothes she loses her shit on you, or her drinking our lactose-intolerant roommates almond milk and any time we confronted her for drinking it, she would shrug and say "I only had a sip, stop being so stingy." She plays her music loud at night, invites stranger without giving any heads up, a time or two she didnt pay rent even though her parents are FILTHY RICH and she is wearing gucci and prada shit, Karen also fucking lies about everything, even things that are not worth lying about. like if she woke up 7, and you ask her, she'll lie through her fucking teeth and say she rose with the sun rise because she is a natural. (ps, this is something i actually heard her say to her parents while she was skypeing them....so cringy, who the fuck says that? but i digress)

Months we have fucking put up with her, of course we tried to get other roommates but unfortunately when we all moved in everything, all documents and contracts were done in her name so kicking her out would require a lot of effort and most of us were busy with school and work and life happens. So we ignore it as much as we can and try to move on.

We are now all seniors and in our final semesters, meaning graduation was coming, AND Karen is planning a backpack trip across Europe with her friends as a graduation gift to herself, this is important so remember this.

One of our roommates and my closest friend, Sasha, has had a crush on a guy that lives down the hall. Any time the two of them are together, Sasha and the Guy keep giving each other googly eyes and blushing faces; it was sooo cute. Sasha is a verbal autistic person and has never dated anyone because she has a hard time with socializing and understanding social ques and subtlety, which lets face it, that is the core of dating, especially flirting but with a lot of encouragement from me and the final roommate, Lola we got her to ask him out. He said yes. She was so happy, you guys, she flew back into the apartment and did an hour of happy dance with her arms flailing about and a shit eatin grin on her face; needless to say we were all so happy. Karen caught wind of this and it just so happens at that time she was having relationship problems, I guess her bf finally realized he's dating human garbage. Not one to be outshined, Karen behind all of our backs went to the guy's place and spun lies about Sasha, saying she is a serial cheater and even made a fake account for Sasha's so called bf. the guy never called Sasha, and eventually weeks passed by he told us why but by then Sasha felt like the damage was done and lost interest in him.

I. WAS. FUCKING. FURIOUS.

This, this level of dickery and bloody pettiness is the straw that finally broke the camel's back and I vowed I wouldn't fucking leave until I served my slice of justice. Here's another character that you must know about, Prof C. His wife two years ago was in a horrible car accident and as a result is in a wheelchair, this is especially problematic because she was a stay home mom that took care of their two special needs kids and they have a toddler at home. Home life is a mess for him, he is running ragged between working and single-handedly is taking care of his family, the uni took pity and also feared the workload would see one of their best and most beloved teachers leave the school struck a deal with him to help him out. In all of his classes there will be quizzes and midterms, this doesnt change, but assignments you submit and he corrects at the end of the year, this is important cuz our uni has zero tolerance on proffs that dont constantly update the students course works so that students have the chance to improve their grades.

Karen, the lazy and stupid bitch she is, is somehow skating through his assignments, even though they require a shit tone of research and writing. I accidentally learned that one of her older friends told her that she only needs submit the paper on its due date and to only write the first 3 pages and use a paraphrase tool for the rest of the paper so the plagiarism software wont detect it and would think its original material and when the end of the year comes, submit a hard copy but with the first pages being her actual work and the rest being completely plagiarized, professional work. Prof C won't know cuz the likelihood a man as busy as him thoroughly checking the work of 120+ students is pretty low. I grinned. A plan was beginning to formulate in my head. Oh, sweet mother of Jesus, she is going down! All semester long I let her do this for all of the 7 papers, one of them which is a term paper that has 20% on it alone, all the while I spied and gathered all of her pass codes, social media, her student ID, everything.

The end of the year came and I compiled all of her assignments, both the original one with the paraphrasing tools she used to circumvent plagiarism and the one she finally handed them in, and I even made photos were there are side-to-side comparison of the assignments. This is a good start but not enough. So, One day chillin at the living room I open a conversation about relationships, Karen is two timing her new boyfriend and is sleeping with some other Person. so, I ask her questions like "don't you feel guilty for cheating?" and "You do realize this is wrong?" and I even paraphrase my words in a way that is vague but also clear, for example I would say "It's not fair, so many people work so hard everyday to be successful and you are here cheating and lying your way to success." Karen, narcissistic as fuck, would respond with snippets of I dont care and how she isnt cheating, she is only having fun and that everyone does it so why not her too. This is too good to be true, even her answers are vague, its like god put his hand on my shoulder, looked me right in the eyes and said, "burry this bitch". and Id be damned if I didnt. As you probably have guessed it by now, I was recording EVERYTHING. The recording plus the photos, and her assignments were more than enough evidence, I sent an anonymous email to the Professor, and i tell the girls so that they can prep for the shit storm thats coming. Three weeks later, results are out. she failed and LOST HER SHIT. She was screamin, crying, wailing, what a sight to see! you best believe, the girls and I were laughing. She tried to talk to the prof, but he was not having it. she cried and begged for a second chance but he said a hard no. So now she has two options: she goes ahead and doesn't graduate with us, and takes on a whole 'nother semester for one measly course or take summer course and cancel her trip to Europe, which mind you she spent a fuckton on, something like 13, 000$ and I know it could have been much cheaper but Princess Karen only wanted the best so yh. The next couple of weeks she spent sleepless nights because she was calling and cancelling all the reservations she made, tryin to get her money back BUT (again, GOD really was out for blood that day) because the cancellation was so close to some her trip most places refused to refund, or some charged her cancellation fees. She only managed to scrap 5.5 K back together, lossin 7.5 K. OUCH!

Its not over, having damning evidence I, with earned gusto, told her she was going to pay all of the bills till we move out, which was in two months, payback for all the times she was late on payment or defaulted and she would from now do her part of the house chores or else Im gonna send it all to the admin and faculty dean and she will fo sho be kicked out and all those uni years will have been for nothing. She hated it, she fucking threw tantrums and cussed me out but my god if she didnt do whats told. she cleaned her stuff, apologized to Sasha for what she did, I forced her to come clean to her BF (dont know the guy but the few times i met him he was super sweet to us and i felt bad for the guy), I watched her actually do the dishes for the first time in like years. IT was fucking amazing and I don't regret it one bit. In fact, anytime I feel sad now as an adult, i kick back my feet and reminiscine and a slow shit eatin grin draws itself upon my face.

tl;dr roommate was super mean, i found out she was cheating on her assignments and so i snitched on her and as a result she had to stay the summer and retake the class again or else she wouldn't graduate.

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pixelburied · 4 years

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excuse the cropped weirdly pictures; my family/pet's foster parents are great at snapping a sneaky picture of me curled into an unattractively slouched (relaxed) fetal state. which i'm self-conscious about because it's an unattractive position for pictures even tho i am quite pretty (but they are also cropped because im just also private as hell, sorry lmao).

bonus tho: said pet is laying ontop of me, face buried in my shoulder, twitching in her sleep as we speak!

--- but anyway. onto the actual submission:

so yeah. i saw your post! i'm here to address your call for dogs. but i dont have anymore pictures of my dog, Cash. however, i do have stuff about my cat, Allegra.

i dont have any of them together cuz Cash lives at my family's house and Allegra lives in my apartment. and we're p sure he'd try to eat her and she'd scratch the hell out of him, so we don't try to let them meet. but, just like how Cash continued the legacy of us adopting another big slobbery dog with possessive seperation-anxiety, Allegra does fit all the criteria of those same personality traits we are such a beacon for. so i hope youll accept it as comfort nonetheless

here's a story about my cat who acts just like a anxious, cuddly, and slobbery pupper. i even bought her a pet ID tag that's shaped like a bone to honor that joke lmao) Allegra: "the honorary and tiniest mastiff" and named after the allergy medication

i got Allegra just this last year. she was a stray. now, for context: there are lots of outdoor cats in my neighborhood and they all hate strangers (they aren't feral tho, they have collars). but they all avoided my old house though because of Cash. so Allegra, newly abandoned, took advantage of that safety(?) by constantly hiding out around my family's house whenever she felt endangered

before that point tho, where i vaguely realized she existed but had no idea of what her strategy had been: i knew the cats of the neighborhood would run 15 miles away at the sound of people. but i am a small bean of cliches, so i always say "Hi kitty" anyway. even if them running away breaks my heart. and on that day, i was on my way to work for the opening shift, not early per se but i had enough time for starbucks if i wanted (and i did want) and i saw the vague mass of a cat on the lawn. predictably, i went "Hey kitty". but i also kept walking to my car due to said expectation of cats running and not wanting my heart to have that little break

and allegra did run. she just ran at me, full speed. i almost kicked this sudden HURLING THING in my peripherals like a football out of fight/flight + anxiety, except i have the aim of Charlie Brown so i thankfully missed her terribly. she was purring up a storm and crying pathetically. tho she's a Siamese, so they talk (read: complain) a lot anyway so maybe she wasn't crying. i always call her talking "crying" anyway tho cuz of the whiny pitch of it so such is a moot point. the real point was: she was ridiculously friendly

then, one morning, she was especially incorrigible. she wouldn't let me go into the car without her jumping inside too and kept scenting me, my car door, and all my equipment for this art class i was going to use for my presentation. a presentation that was a huge chunk of my grade that i couldn't be late for and Allegra was going to make late for. i had to trick her into thinking i was going to run away from my car, to which she zoomed ahead to cut me off, except i had actually done a fake-out and had really ran into the driver's seat and was already starting to slowly reverse out of the driveway. she had the sense to not go after a moving vehicle, thank god. my family texted me she cried outside our front door for hours later though. my art class that semester met once a week, so it was a 4.5 hour class that started at 7AM. and even tho that day had been a presentation day and we had less than 15 students, we still went over 3 hours. she cried during all of it. i used the "free time" to make sure i bought a cat leash and a cardboard cat carrier. but when i came back, heard no crying

i tried to get one of my neighbors to hold onto her for the afternoon. i couldnt leave her in my old house; i had family members i lived with who were terribly allergic. but i swore, so long as someone held onto her for my shift, i could take her to a shelter after. she was just so friendly and obviously new here, i just needed someone to put her somewhere safe (we lived by the freeway, by a train, by the main alternative to the freeway, and by two dog parks). but nobody really could hold onto her, so i had to hope she'd show up again when i came back from work. she didn't. i left her food out anyway.

i took her to the Humane Society Shelter closest to us because they have a microchip scanner. and she did have a chip! that was completely empty! apparently, that's a thing!! the guy there asked if i was going to keep her then, and i hadn't really thought that far. i had made the mistake of naming her and thinking she was cute, and she had done the legwork of being a cuddly motherfucker who purred constantly whenever i was around

she'd only ever appear in the early morning, when i was on my way to my shift or a midterm. about a week or two passed like this with me having no idea where she was for the rest of the day. turns out, according to said allergic family members, Allegra actually never left the house. she would hide on our roof or on our back porch's clutter or in our droopy lawn plants (like our sweetgrass) to hide from the outdoor cats or other dangers (she's a smart cat who hates the sound of cars and would hide whenever any one was particularly loud)

i'm pretty sure she's plenty well-cared for tho. in fact, i'm almost positive she's a very spoiled cat. for example, i have backups of everything x2. i have one of everything in my living area and a copy in my bedroom, should i need to close her in there when allergic family members are over (i also carry all the big allergy medication brands as a back-up in case i get a visitor who forgot to take their medication, which includes me being stocked with allegra the medication lmao) and then i also have a back-up of all her stuff in my closet should anything break. i always make sure all my windows are open when i leave for class/shifts so she can have "Cat TV" since birds do fly around the area. she has a ton of toys (she has a toy box actually) and i bought her multiple hideaways (like her shark pictured here; she also has a cactus that's pretty cute). also, ontop of having a good breakway collar, her microchip now reads my information. but yeah, im still working on the money to get her one more of everything for the house we visit for the holidays so i don't have to carry everything. i do a lot of research still-- on both cats and Siamese-- to make sure i am doing everything to make her happy, since her world is just me and our apartment now

i called out for her-- i had long since started calling her Allegra as a joke, because its a name of a popular allergy medication and so much of my family was allergic-- and shrugged sadly when she didn't come out. i had just put my stuff down to get my key out when i heard a familar crybaby. turns out, she had been sleeping in our sweetgrass and i had woken her up. she ran over and i called my family to take my things inside while i used the rest of my day to get her to a shelter. i put on a cat harness+leash before trying to out her in the cardboard box. don't buy cardboard boxes from Pet Co. they're shit. she broke out of it Alien style before i had even fully reversed out of the driveway. i had to improvise her leash into a seatbelt instead

but yeah. i say my favorite gremlin is dog-like because:

she has an overbite, so she looks like she's got her lip jutted out in a pout all the time. what's dog-like about it is this makes her slobber whenever she's excited or content (and i've grown up with mastiffs, who slobber so much you need 2 rags per room dedicated to their slobber)

hesitatingly, i called my only family member that was semi-local to see if he would be okay with fostering her until i was going to move (which was less than 6 months away) because, otherwise, i wasn't going to be able to keep her. and she was definitely going to be adopted immediately. he and his wife said of course, without hesitation. they were both huge cat lovers and they were, emotionally, my closest family members; so i had kept them in the loop about my cat quest. and they had already discussed potentially fostering Allegra, knowing my request was a possibility (read: probability). he drove over from his workplace to pick her up, with his own carrier, and drove the roughly 2 hours from our house back to his

she meows when people are at the door and greets them by begging for pets

she loves shoes. she steals my tennis shoes because she loves the laces and she will try to swat at them when im tying them. her claw getting stuck and forcing me to not continue has worked to make me late multiple times. but she also will lay down around my friends' feet and rub her face against their shoes, flipflops, and toes. one of my friends likes to joke that allegra has a foot fetish. she also can and will put her face into my tennis shoes and try to sleep like that. that's my bastard baby

i visited their house about once a week. except during finals, where i didn't visit for two or three weeks since i didnt have any exams so much as i had projects. (allegra was PISSED at me when i came back, my cuddly kitty refused to come near me and would run away when forcibly placed on my lap. she even swiped at me. by the next visit, she was grumpy but happier. by the one after that, everything was back to normal) i really liked visiting those family members too; it made us even closer. though it still annoys the male how much research i do about cat-care (as opposed to just accepting everything everyone tells me as gospel). i researched even down to "how to best pet a cat". i did this since, due to said allergic family members, i had never owned a cat and therefore didnt osmosisly process how to best care for one. i've also never been fully fauthful of people's advice that's based on "This is how we've/the media always done it". my history with mastiffs showed that not all breeds are the same and that you do have experts to utilize within your phone, and they are experts over peers for a reason. so i looked up dumbass questions like "how to best pet a cat" since i'm not an expert and Jackson Galaxy and friends are right there in my phone

she wants to play constantly. she loves tug of war the most, but anything involving chase has her going at full-speed

ive spoken to fellow cat-owners and mastiff-owners about this, and i thought this was interesting: when she isn't playing, she's sleeping. which is what mastiffs and cats do. and when i get up, she follows me. which is what our mastiffs do. and while i do stuff, she sits and waits by the doorway or else walks around my feet until i tell her to sit out of the way. which is what our mastiffs do. and then i go to sit down again, and she lays down as close as she can and goes back to sleep, which is what our mastiffs do. apparently, none of my friends cats do this; their cats just, at best, wake up to watch them leave and then their cats go back to sleep in the same place regardless of if they come back

Allegra likes to sleep at the foot of my bed for bedtime, at least for a majority of it

but, regardless if my worries, allegra seems happy! she cuddles with her claws out all the time (not sticking into my skin, just out) which is a sign of contentment. she'll also use her claws to keep me in place, like a fucking seatbelt (example pictured in post); it's where her claws will dig into the furniture and i cannot get up because of her, the possessive piece of shit. but she also gives me tons of Slow Blinks of I Love You. and she always runs to greet me at the door. and it's really funny how, anytime there's guests over, she tries to make it obvious that she's my favorite over (usually through politely tapping my leg with her paw to ask and recieve pets, and then giving everyone a very Cat Surrounded By Knives grin cuz i havent petted any of THEEEMMM lmao) she's hilarious

she doesn't like to be carried unless it means she's going with me somewhere outside the house. then she's as well-behaved as a chihuahua in a purse

she licks my hands all the time. and she licks my face to wake me up (at 4AM, Allegra, go aWAY)

she loves smelly clothes. the shoe part should tell you that much tho. for our mastiffs, we would leave them a smelly piece of clothing between washes to comfort via smell. Allegra, in a similar vein, was not impressed when i bought a laundry basket with a lid (almost carrying her to the communal laundry room once was enough, thank you!)

in the same vein as the clothes: she also loves blankets too. the more Me Smelling the blanket, the better (aka she doesn't like brand new blankets until its been like. month two or three of use). this is largely because i love blankets. but she kneads them, purring, even if im not using them. and when i am, she takes my using them as an invitation for cuddles

she sits whenever i tell her "NO" like 'who me? i was not doing a bad. i am but small creature'

she asks for a daily walk. she doesn't like the idea of being an outdoor cat. she just wants walks. like, she has lived several months not going outside and has been super happy. she made it clear on her adoption day that she was done with outside. she was perfectly content with being an indoor cat! still is, in a way! i ruined it. for myself. me. i was worried she wasn't being stimulated enough, so i experimented taking her on a walk and now i have created a monster. now she sits by the door and cries until i get out her harness and leash. which she hates her harness in a "no ball, only throw" kinda way. but she has also proven hates going outside alone since she is now ALSO scared of everything (remember those outdoor cats Allegra The Stray would hide from? how they would run away from strangers?? yeah. now that she has a Person, Allegra's turned into one of Them now). yeah.. she runs the fuck away (or as far as she can with a leash) from people she sees on her walks now. and it is pretty obvious she hates cars and dogs too, because when i have walked her outside of our new complex she is too petrified to move. like, she freezes even when just being close to a street. she likes our complex's janky carpeted hallways between the apartments, and she likes the ability to hide behind my legs. being an outdoor cat is something Allegra has decided she is not a fan of. if i try to change things up scenery-wise, she always asks to go home as soon as possible and runs into the apartment if our walks turn too much into what her life was before being adopted (aka. streets/cars, lawns, people walking). she wants walks. she LOVES and BEGS for walks. but not be outside. walks. even though she still hates her harness lmao

and that's Allegra! she's aproximately 2 years old, i've had her for less than a year, and she's assumedly a purebred Siamese cat. and she's also my ESA, or Emotional Support Animal. if applicable, a cuddly and loving pet is helpful for keeping mental health more stable. in my experience of getting one, it was fairly easy to get it permitted; especially a cat because they're super easy to get registered as compared to a dog. i am lucky enough to have regular physician as my doctor that empathizes with mental health and knows it not to be her area of expertise so much as the patient+their therapist (but also i have a history of attempted treatment on my medical record since i was 16), so my getting registered was literally just me asking for a doctor's note and her giving it to me near immediately. i can't take Allegra with me to classes or resteraunts or anything, nor do i even want to, but it forces apartments/hotels to HAVE to let me board with my ESA and to do so without an additional fee. however, i don't know if that's how ESAs work internationally or even in all of the states of America, the country where i live. but it definitely helps to have someone who needs me to get up everyday, who can never trigger me, who makes me laugh with their hijinks, and who cuddles with me regardless of if i have had a good day or bad day. Allegra is especially good at her job by being especially attentive whenever i am anxious. even if it's just me getting a little bit anxious because i'm late in turning an assignment in but have logically decided it doesn't matter because the assignment is only 2 points anyway, just turn it in late and don't focus on it; and she starts patting my leg almost continuously asking for pets inbetween rubbing herself on my legs. it's why i let her get away with never paying rent. i'm really glad she chose me. we both got really lucky with that decision ♡

i don't want to assume your situation, so i won't recommend an ESA for you so much as just remind you that they exist. i hope this all helps you feel supported and encouraged to continue to find the small wonders ♡♡♡

#I REALLY DO LOVE THIS #AND ALLEGRA #10/10 would die for her #Thank you for taking the time to send this in!#I really really am happy #i had like a real bad mental health day/week/year idk #so this makes me so grateful!#long post #not choices #shwarmi #cats #kitty #submission

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