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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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AITA for choosing my cat over my trans friend?

Some background about my cat first.

I (25F) have a pet cat named Max (not real name. It would be too identifiable if I used his real name). Max is a rescue. He had been abandoned by his previous owner because he would meow too loudly. This had happened several times, so he has been in and out of the shelter a lot. None of the previous owners had tried to figure out why he always meows so loudly, so I took him to a vet. It turns out that Max is deaf, so I don't blame him for meowing so loudly. He can't hear himself! He is scared of strangers and tends to hide, so I don't try to force him to come out if he doesn't want to. I also don't usually take pictures of him because the cameras and phones scare him. I just do what I can to respect his boundaries. Max isn't just a cat to me. He is my treasured family who brings a smile to my face everyday. I can't imagine life without him.

My friend, Amelia (22F) is trans. Her folks are transphobic and were not accepting of her when they found out. However, they had not kicked her out of her home right away. They had given her a week to pack her things and find a place to stay. I'm not sure what they were trying to do with that but another friend, Nina (24F) thinks that they did that as a manipulation tactic to get Amelia to retransition and Amelia thinks so too.

But the week had passed and Amelia couldn't find a place to stay. Nina had said she would have offered, but she lives in a small apartment that hardly had enough room for two people. So Amelia had asked out friend Ted (26M) who had also said he couldn't because he was housing his younger siblings since their parents had passed and he was struggling financially.

So that left me. But Amelia said she wouldn't be able to stay unless I got rid of Max. Why? Amelia is highly allergic to cats. Whenever she had come over to my place in the past, she had to take allergy medicine to keep from having severe allergies around Max. The allergies are bad enough that they could trigger an asthmatic attack. I told her that I refuse to get rid of Max because of his past with being abandoned. I do not want to become one of the people he distrusts, not after it took so long to get him to feel comfortable around me.

Amelia is upset with me for this and says that she doesn't want to have to always take allergy medicine. She said that I should get rid of Max because he is just a cat and his needs are not as important as hers when she could become homeless soon. I argued that he wasn't just a cat and was part of my family. Max would be staying no matter what. Amelia ended up renting a motel room, but she couldn't afford to stay for more than 4 nights. Nina ended up taking her in, but that has made her own living situation harder.

Amelia and Nina are calling me an asshole for choosing Max over giving Amelia shelter. They are saying that I am being a horrible ally and friend by valuing an animal over a human life. I don't think I made the wrong choice by choosing Max, but it doesn't feel great that they are starting to tell some other friends that I am being transphobic for not choosing Amelia. A part of me is saying that I should have chosen Amelia, but that same part is also saying I would fee guilty for being one of the people to also abandon Max if I chose to do that. Amelia and Nina barely talk to me aside from saying that I am being a transphobic asshole for "choosing an animal over a trans person's livelihood." I am thinking about just cutting them off now, but I'm afraid that would just lead to more backlash.

AITA for choosing my cat over my trans friend?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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pearl-kite · 1 year

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if this is how it feels when y'all talk about the cold making things ache, I am so sorry, this fucking sucks

#kite rambles #idk what's going on but my wrist is feelin somethin #pain #it's feeling pain #but idk where from I haven't hurt it recently and it's never given me this feeling before in the past #very unfamiliar pain #the high tomorrow is -11f/-24c #the high #at like 4am #all downhill from there too like #the low is -24f/-31c #and that's all without wind chill #I'm guessing it has something to do with my wrist but idk #I guess I just hope it goes away when it's finally above freezing again next week

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rawro · 11 months

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[r/dragonadvice]

my (25M) kobolds (23F) (22M) (27M) (25F) (22F) (23M) (24F) (23M) (22F) (28M) (29F) (24M) (24F) (29M) (26M) (27F) (30F) (29M) (23M) (24F) (30M) (22M) (22M) (22M) (24M) (30F) (23M) (26F) (26M) (29F) (22M) (23F) (25F) (25M) (27F) (30M) (22M) have unionised

#dragon #kobold

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klaudia2646 · 4 months

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I went back to work on Thursday, my 2 coworkers and I were the only ones getting the memo I guess about wearing same colors. Dorky joke but we had a laugh about it.

It’s been a slow recovery for David but he’s actually having more problems with the sciatic nerve than his head. Last night was the first good night sleep he and I had. The doctor had prescribed him oxycodone for the pain but he declined it, said that when he took one at the hospital only made him loopy but didn’t help with the pain. So yesterday he called the hospital in Iowa City and asked them if they could just send the prescription to our local pharmacy in Waterloo. Of course he had to go round and round about this and explain why. So I was able to finally go and get it yesterday and got him a heating pad. So he took the oxycodone last night which helped him sleep and he’s doing much better this morning. I actually didn’t wake up when his alarm went off at 2 in the morning for him to take his one pill.

I brought in all three Christmas decorations from outside since it was going to start snowing this weekend and this coming week will snow more and temps will drop considerably. They’re in the porch and I’ll put them away as I can. I’ll have to take care of removing the snow from the driveway as well. We share the driveway with a couple of neighbors and I don’t want any problem with that.

So 2024 started very busy for me but I’m not complaining. I just wish we had less stairs in this house 😝 but I look at it as exercise. I also have to prepare healthier meals with less sodium. I’m taking more pictures with my good camera as it relaxes me.

Now I have to keep doing laundry and trying to box some of the decorations. Peace out ✌️

#1/7/24 #9:42 am #24f and cloudy

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formosusiniquis · 5 months

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Modern au stobin are constantly getting posted about in aita. Until they find forever romantic partners they are the platonic m/f friends getting posts made about them.

My (25F) girlfriend (24) insists she can't go to sleep unless she talks to her 'emotional support dingus' (25M) for at least an hour. She says there's nothing going on between them but I think it's unreasonable that she has to spend that much time talking to a guy when I'm her partner, aita?

Or: My (26F) partner (25M) wants to take his "platonic soulmate" (24F) to a work party that I can't go to. He says they've always worked the same job before this, and she's always been his plus one, but I think it looks weird to bring a girl you aren't dating and "aren't interested in" to a party where you're meant to introduce your life partners to your coworkers, aita for saying this is a deal breaker.

And then the comment sections are basically the typical reddit cesspool of men and women can't be friends rhetoric. But eventually they get posted about enough that they start to become recognizable. People will post asking, OP are you in X city you might be dating the guy from this post this is a pattern for them. They're the kinds of posts that get screenshot and sent around on Twitter and the party absolutely send them to stobin so they know it's time to dump the partner that doesn't trust them or respect their other relationships.

#steve and robin #platonic stobin

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verana115 · 8 months

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Taking a trans pride flag up 131 mountains in the Northern Appalachian/Adirondack Complex, part 24: the Northwestern Adirondacks!!!

Arab - 24d/131:

Coney - 24f/131:

Saint Regis - 24/131:

Keese Mill- 24a/131:

Cathedral - 24b/131:

Bear - 24c/131:

Goodman - 24e/131:

More nature photo!!!

Thanks for reading this far!!! :)

#lol flag time #trans #trans pride #pride flag #pride #queer #queer pride #lgbt pride #lgbtq #lgbtq pride #transgender #transgender pride #hiking #peakbagging #nature

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werewolfetone · 11 months

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An AITA from 1700s Britain would be like. how do ye reddit today I (46m) took my wife (45f) and our children (1m) (2f) (7m) (5m) (18f) (12m) (22f) (8m) (3 months m) (9f) (14m) (17f) (16f) (13f) (3m) (4m) (15f) (18m) (22f) (19f) (11m) (21m) (6f) (10m) (16f) (20m) (23m) (24f) (25f) to the shops and

#megamind voice no proper birth control #history shitposting #history #jory.txt

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withacapitalp · 2 months

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@lazylittledragon did more Mombin (check it out here it's great) which I think means I might be contractually obliged to write more fic that is inspired by it. Like wowza I am obsessed with this concept

Tw: vomiting/morning sickness, reddit, discussions of cancer

Robin was dying.

That was the only explanation.

Dying.

And the worst part was, she was dying of something that was both incredibly funny, and incredibly sad, and she had been so desperate for answers that she had gone to a place no mortal should ever dare to go to.

Reddit.

Posted by u/familyvideobrokeme

I (24F) think that I might have breast cancer, and I have no idea how to tell my (25M) best friend.

So my best friend “Sam” and I have been attached at the hip for as long as I can remember. He’s not just a friend to me, he’s my person (and before you get any ideas- I’m a lesbian, so no, not happening.) we tell each other everything, even the super gross stuff neither of us wants to hear- like seriously he’s asked me to check his ass to see if he managed to pop the pimple he found there before- so I’ve never been in this position before…

But I think I’m dying of breast cancer, and I have no clue how to start this conversation.

It just came on really suddenly??? Like last month I was fine, and this month my boobs just hurt in this really weird way I’ve never experienced before? Like I’m sore and tingly and my bras don’t fit?! Boobs are kind of a joke between us though, so I feel like if I just blurt it out then he will start saying ‘boobie cancer’ over and over at me and we will just end up laughing and he’ll think I’m kidding.

Sam is also my roommate? I don’t know if that matters here? I also haven’t gone to a doctor yet, but there isn’t anything else this can be, right? Nothing else just magically makes your boobs hurt and get big?

Robin had made the post at three am the night before while crying and eating Ben and Jerry’s, and she had forced herself to not look at replies all night, even going as far as to shut her phone off entirely.

But now it was the next day, and she had steadfastly ignored the notifications from Reddit all the way through Saturday Brunch and Bitch.

She couldn’t ignore them anymore.

“You’re good if I work a little?” Robin asked, pulling her laptop close to her and carefully angling it so Steve couldn’t see the screen.

“As you wish,” Steve muttered, completely absorbed with whatever dog video he was watching.

“Dingus,” She whispered affectionately, an odd mixture of love and guilt crashing in her chest as she opened the website and logged into her account. She had over a thousand notifications now, and the comments were still rolling in as she opened her post and scrolled down.

Endofthebeginningoftheend

OP are you sure you’re not in love with Sam

Grapenuts Dude she said she’s a lesbian

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Robin rolled her eyes. She had expected that, but she didn’t expect it to be the top comment. She quickly scrolled past.

Cheercaptainfromhell

OP I would definitely go to a doctor before anything else!

SmeddieSmunson Seriously how has she gotten this far without going to a doctor??

The answer was easy. Robin was terrified of doctors. Why go to a doctor when Steve had EMT training?

Because in this instance she couldn’t ask Steve for help.

Robin kept scrolling.

Frenchiefreis

You might be pregnant honestly…I would take a test first

Headphilosopher She’s a lesbian so I doubt it, but pregnancy can also cause those symptoms-

Robin snorted to herself, side eyeing Steve to make sure he didn’t look up when she did.

Did everyone just ignore the part where she said she was a lesbian?

…was Robin ignoring the part where being a lesbian didn’t mean fuck all when it came to her chances of getting pregnant?

Yes she was ignoring it because it was once just once and they had barely even gotten to do anything at all and-

Robin scrolled again, growing more and more desperate

Rummingbird

That doesn’t really sound like breast cancer to me My mom had similar things happen when she was pregnant though-

Another scroll. Another flutter of her heart.

No. It wasn’t that. She was dying. Dying was bad but the idea that she was…that she could be…

HyllyBRd

OP have you considered that you might be pregnant? I know that you’re a lesbian, but if you’ve had penetrative sex in the last month then you might want to consider-

“Are you going to be good for me?”

Robin gasped as the memory hit her, closing the reddit tab with a slam of her finger on the mouse pad, her entire body starting to softly shake as she panic opened a google tab.

Boobs hurt????

Not exactly the most scientific way of phrasing that question, but Robin needed an answer that didn’t involve nine long months of what the fuck. Luckily there was a read more question that got right to the heart of the issue.

What kind of breast pain indicates pregnancy?

It was going to say something completely different to what she had, and Robin was going to laugh, and then she would turn to Steve and let him know she was dying of boobie cancer.

It wasn’t going to be the same.

It wasn’t.

Robin looked at the screen.

Fuller. Sorer. Tingly pain that felt unlike anything else. Aka exactly what she had.

Robin’s fingers moved on autopilot, asking another question of Google

How late should my period be before I worry?

Worrying about what? She knew about what, but she couldn’t bring herself to type it, she couldn't even think of that word yet.

Google said after a week of missing your period it was time to see a doctor. Robin’s period was over three weeks late.

And a month ago-

A month ago…

“Fuck you’re so tight,” The woman above her whispered. Robin whimpered, unable to help herself as the stretch-

“I need to use the bathroom.” She blurted out, slamming her laptop shut and practically throwing it off of her, stomach twisting into knots.

“I’ll tell you what I tell my students Bobbin,” Steve said, barely looking up and completely unaware of her meltdown, “You don’t need to ask me for permission to go take care of your bodily functions,”

“Oh, shut up,” Robin replied, laughing breathlessly. It was such a stupid joke, such a meaningless stupid joke. But it was safe, and it was familiar, and if the sneaking suspicion creeping down Robin’s spine was true, then nothing would be safe and familiar again for a very long time.

She stood up, stopping to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head as she walked by, just because that was familiar too and she needed it. Steve hummed, leaning over to bonk his head against her tummy as she passed him.

A bonk on the tummy that may or may not be-

Nope. It was a no. It was definitely a no. There was no possible way.

Robin was going to be sick.

She basically flew the last few steps to the bathroom, managing to lock it tight before she threw up in the sink. It was disgusting, and messy, and she pushed the tap on before kneeling down at the porcelain throne and continuing to hurl.

I need Steve.

It wasn’t even really a thought. She couldn’t think while throwing her guts up, that was an experience that required every bit of her attention and mind power.

No, not a thought, just an instinctual message from the universe, a pull from somewhere deep inside her that felt like more than just a truth.

Because Robin didn’t need Steve because she was throwing up. Or because she thought she might have boob cancer.

Robin needed Steve because she knew she was pregnant.

“Fuck me,” She groaned, leaning back from the toilet only to lean forward once more as the rest of brunch came back up.

#steve harrington #stranger things #st #st drabble #robin buckley #mombin #platonic stobin #Steve and robin #robin and steve #tw: vomit #tw: vomiting #tw: mentions of cancer

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butchthirteen · 2 months

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AITA for pawning my clone off on my ex?

I (900'sTL) used to travel with this girl (24F). We had a sort of situationship (more complicated than that, but there's a character limit) until she got stuck in a parallel universe with her family but without me. For context she is human and won't live as long as me even if we could be together. So she found her way back to me. It was really nice to see her again, I'd missed her a lot. Unfortunately the reason she could come back was that there was something threatening every universe, including ours and hers. While we were dealing with that, my best friend (40-ish?F) accidentally combined some of her DNA with my hand and created a clone (0TL/H) of me. Because she is human, the clone turned out to be human. He also happened to kill a bunch of aliens right after this. I thought sending him to live with my ex in the parallel universe was a win/win situation. I can't live in the same universe as my clone; we'd never get along. And he's going to age at the same rate as her, so they can live out the rest of their lives forever. However, I am now very sad and lonely, and I'm beginning to wonder whether I did the right thing. AITA?

#doctor who #tenth doctor #tentoo #rtd era #memes #rose tyler #tenrose #tentoorose #aita #doctorrose #THIS IS A JOKEEEE

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nellyrosesdenial · 1 month

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Hi. 24F

Can you please describe how you physically feel from 6 months of denial?

Do you find it more/less hard to remove your hand as you edge?

Have you gotten "used" to not orgasming?

Hey!

Thanks so much for the ask!

Physically it’s an incredibly intense feeling. I feel like my body is fire, my skin, between my thighs, all the way up the back of my scalp constantly waiting to explode. If something turns me on now, rather than just feeling a tingle, I feel like an electric rod stabs through my entire body, I nearly convulse over nothing. It’s delicious and terrifyingly powerful all at the same time. It takes me a long time to come down from that arousal euphoria, and even when I come down the baseline is still high, I never don’t want to be fucked these days. I could be on my death bed still trying to spread my legs.

I have been back and forth on whether it’s easier or harder to stop now. I guess the answer is both. Easier in the way that I absolutely know without a doubt I don’t cum. I know that continuing isn’t an option. I don’t even have to think about trying to beg or plead or reason why I should come, cumming is not for me and I accept that place now. It’s harder in the way of the physical feeling, when I am on the brink of an orgasm I feel every single one of the thousands and thousands of edges I’ve done. They have built up and burn through me. When I know how hard I would cum if I let myself it does make it a battle to take my hand away and let that world destroying orgasm fade away, again.

I definitely have got used to not orgasming now, it feels like a part of my day to day. It’s normal that I don’t get to cum. I don’t expect to. The thought of cumming now actually makes me feel guilty and anxious. Orgasm free is a safe place where I can embrace my submission, focus on pleasure and enjoy the absolute firestorm that charges within my body.

Great questions, thank you xx

#edging kink #denial #bd/sm slave #submit #bd/sm blog #slavery #degrading k1nk #cnc free use #submisive and breedable #free use slvt #edging and denial #denial journal #denial kink #denied #edge slave

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 27 days

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AITA for sabotaging my husband's relationships?

CW for discussions about sex, but I wouldn't say it's NSFW

In my country, arranged marriages are very common and this was how I (24F) got married with "Jason" (24M) (note that I said ARRANGED marriages, not FORCED marriages. An arranged marriage is basically when your family plays matchmaker with you and someone else, but it isn't forced). It's important to say I never wanted to get married and am for sure placed somewhere in the ace spectrum, because sex was never something important to me. But I knew Jason since we were kids and he was always nice to me, so I accepted to spend some time with him and see where it would go.

Turns out Jason and I had a lot in common. Our country is pretty religious, but neither of us saw that much importance in religion and just pretended to our families to not cause problems. We are both more on the introvert side and don't like crowds or big family reunions. When I told him about my feelings about sex and sexuality, he was sweet and understanding. We ended up becoming good friends and it was obvious the idea of marrying each other seemed appealing for us.

So we got married two years ago. We made a deal to be basically good friends who are married, to not have sex and sleep in different rooms. He was allowed to sleep with whoever he wanted since he was not getting this from me. Everything was perfectly fine.

Our families, however, really started to pressure us to have children this last year. Since this was so important to them, we agreed to, well, try. But first I asked him to make an STI exam since he had his fair share of casual sex and, even though he reassured me he always used protection, I wouldn't feel safe otherwise. After the exam showed he was clean, we had our first time together and it was great. Way better than I could ever imagine. After that, he noticed I liked it and asked if sex was in the equation of our relationship now. I said yes.

This was a few months ago and since then we've been having sex pretty regularly, but we also started to spend more time together outside of that, and I think my feelings of friendship for Jason are starting to change. Not only that, but I started to feel jealous of his casual relationships, especially his affair with this "Anna" girl (20sF) who he's been seeing regularly for the past months. I'm scared he starts to fall in love with her, because he always speaks highly of her and he seems to like her.

So I kinda started to sabotage his dates with her and other girls, in a way? I pretend to have headaches, to feel sick or sad or any other excuse so he has to stay with me instead of go see them. I know it's childish and maybe I should just talk to him about it, but I'm so scared he doesn't feel the same and things get weird between us. It's not like we can escape each other.

AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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beautifulbuckys · 2 years

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Perfume Allergy (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: Reader makes an unlikely friend on her flight to Italy.

Warnings: I believe a little swearing, talks of planes and such.

A/N: I came up with this story on a plane! It was a blast to write and I’m honestly really proud of it. I hope you enjoy!

You always found flying in an airplane to be an odd experience. A set amount of people, usually around 100 plus, were all leaving a certain destination to get to another destination; on the same time, on the same day. All hundred of those people board a thin metal tube that’ll fly at over 30,000 miles in the sky at around 500 miles per hour. If you were to ask these people why they’re going to their final destination; you’d get varied answers. Work, visiting family, college, going to a sports game.

Which leads you to now. If you’d been told this morning that you’d be witnessing a near allergic reaction freakout on your flight to Venice, you’d laugh. However, you can’t laugh now. There was a whole fiasco going on in the main cabin of the large plane.

“You said Peter has a perfume allergy?” A tall, bearded man in a tan golfers cap asked. “I’ll tell you from experience, perfume allergies are no joke. I can feel hives breaking out already,” The man stood up from his middle-row seat. A boy 2 rows up, sporting a zip-up dark blue hoodie also stood up. His expression was one of shock and disappointment, staring at another boy deeply. His brown hair was gelled neatly to the sides, creating a simple hairstyle.

The tall man commanded a few passengers, asking a pretty girl named MJ to stand up, and telling a boy named Ned to sit in her spot. The brown-haired, blue sweatshirt boy was staring at sat down. That’s Ned. Noted. The bearded man spun around the narrow aisle, pointing around other people to other seats.

“Ned, thank you for bringing this to my attention. Your safety is my responsibility,” The man said. He also muttered something under his breath, but you couldn’t quite make it out.

Once all the commotion ended, who you learned to be Peter and Mr. Harrington sat down in the row in front of you. Peter softly thanked the man for saving him and awkwardly shuffled to his seat. It was a funny situation. Mr. Harrington was right, perfume allergies were definitely no joke.

“Did I tell you about how my wife pretended to blip out? Turns out she ran off with a guy in her hiking group; we had a fake funeral for her and everything. Well, the funeral was real. I thought she was really dead. Do you wanna see the video?” Mr. Harrington rambled. You felt for Peter. He was publicly embarrassed by his friend for having a simple allergy. Now he’s stuck sitting next to his chatty teacher who makes strange comments. You chuckle, partly because of the hilarity of the teacher’s comment. The other part was due to the fact that Peter was going to be subjected to this for the next 9 hours. “Oh! You have a dual headphone adapter. Here, we can watch it together!”

Oof. This was going to be a long flight.

You didn’t think of the idea until an hour into the flight. This plane ride was international, meaning, obviously, you had access to the tablet screens hooked up to your seat. Most airlines carry a feature where you can chat with seatmates or other passengers on the plane. If you’re not mistaken, maybe you can make a new friend?

You bit your thumb as you scroll through all the computer features. The small screen carried almost everything. Hit new movies, streaming and live TV shows, cute little games, and more. After scrolling for a while, you found the ‘chat’ option.

A green welcome screen appeared before you. It requested you type in your desired chat buddy’s seat number. Well, he’s directly a row in front of you. If you are row 24, he’s row 23. After counting seat positions in your head, Peter should be 23F. Carefully, you type the seat number in; it alarmed you the passenger has been invited.

It took a long minute before Peter accepted.

23F: Hello?

24F: Hi…is this perfume allergy Peter?

Despite the loud roaring of the airplane engines, you heard a close groan. This frustrated reaction causes a slight chuckle to escape your lips. Hopefully, you thought, he didn’t hear this and wouldn’t immediately hate you.

23F: Ugh, you heard that?

24F: Loud and clear. Don’t worry though, I thought it was funny. Definitely not as embarrassing as you thought. That 16-year-old getting caught with the drink was far funnier.

Typing these long sentences on the small screen was rather difficult. It wasn’t the most efficient way to communicate. The small tiles on the keyboard could only do so much when you are trying to type fast. Your tapping was louder than the groan Peter let out moments before. Maybe he’ll be curious about the noise and look behind him to find you? You can't deny, that when you saw the boy stand up you found him attractive. His face had sharp features, and you couldn’t help but notice the muscle tone that shone through his flannel and sweatshirt.

23F: Would it be embarrassing to admit I know him?

You pause. Wait…was that kid also on this weird field trip Peter was going on? Must be a senior trip or something.

24F: Not as embarrassing as having the name Perfume Allergy Peter. Is this a school trip?

There was a slight pause in Peter’s responses. You’d imagined he also was having the same typing struggle you were. You heard some rustling in front of you. From the small crack between the seats, it had been Mr. Harrington. You could hear the soft snores coming from his open mouth. Jeez, he could catch flies with that thing.

23F: Harhar. Yeah, science trip. Most of my class is here.

The more you and Peter talked, you both learned about each other. Peter had an Aunt named May that he trusted with his life. He learned you were in Venice on a short vacation. Despite being a teenager, your parents trusted you immensely. So they bought your tickets and reserved the hotel. Peter had a best friend Ned, who was the boy he was sitting next to before he got up. He also didn’t have a perfume allergy. He fessed up on trying to sit next to a girl. You found it corny, but oddly charming.

You cracked a smile. As you attempted to type your reply, the screen froze up. A small alert came up reading ‘Announcement In Progress…’. Rolling your eyes, you tried your best to listen.

“Attention passengers. We have officially reached our cruising altitude of 30,000 feet. You are now able to use the in-seat power outlets located at the bottom of your seats as well as the bottom of the in-seat TV tabled located in front of you. Shortly, our flight attendants will be roaming the cabin with drink carts where you get a complimentary drink and snack. About halfway through our flight, you will be provided with a complimentary meal. To see the menu, you can find it on your TV screen under the ‘food menu’ option. Now, please sit back and enjoy our flight to Venice,” A friendly feminine voice came over the PA within the plane. Some jolted awake, while others were still completely passed out. That counted Mr. Harrington.

He shared more about the alcohol boy, who he called Flash. Peter told the story about how he once crashed the boy’s car. However, he left a lot of holes in the story. When you asked why he had it, he told some patchy story about being a part-time valet.

23F: You never told me your name.

24F: I’m a woman of mystery.

You’d caught Peter trying to turn around in his seat a few times. You knew he caught glimpses of you because you caught glimpses of him. Now that you’re closer in proximity to him, you saw more details. His left eyebrow had a bit of disturbance in it. He also had a small scar on his left cheek, close to the cheekbone. He was gorgeous. You couldn't deny it. Even on a travel day where he’ll be jet lagged and sweaty once the ride is done, he still looked amazing. You felt a little awkward in your baggy sweatshirt and yoga pants now.

23F: Wanna play 20 questions?

You chuckled. If you had a dollar for every time you’d heard that question in your teenage years; you’d be a quadrillionare. Sure, that’s not a real number. Which further encapsulates your dramatic point.

24F: Ick, is that your way of asking if I’m a virgin?

A hand appeared, dangling over your screen. It was Peter’s. He was flipping you off.

23F: I just wanted to know your favorite color :(

A tap on the shoulder made you jump. Your seatmate, a sweet older lady, was trying to get your attention. Slowly, she pointed towards the aisle on your left. You looked up from the screen, seeing a taller male flight attendant with a chunky grey cart. He smiled at you, motioning towards the cart.

“Anything for you, ma’am?” His kind smile caused you to smile as a reaction. His hair was red, funnily resembling someone from the Weasley family in Harry Potter. He wore a goofy-looking dark blue suit. In all honesty, it looked a bit large on him.

Your smile never faded, “Water, please.”

After you’d received the hilariously miniature cup, you saw another message pop up from Peter on your tablet. You’d set the plastic on your small table, placing it in the designated dip for cups that it offered.

23F: Gee, Smiley McGee over there. You’d think he had a six-pack under that suit or something.

24: Someone’s mad they don’t have a 6 pack under their flannel.

Suddenly, you hear more rustling and movement ahead of you. You peek through the crack; Peter’s teacher was still. His mouth was still wide open, and there was a slight snore. A seatbelt unbuckled and now someone is towering in front of you. Peter’s hands were dangling over your screen, leaning his entire body weight on the back of his seat.

“What if I did?” Peter questioned, playfully raising an eyebrow.

You humorously frowned, “What happened to the shy Peter I witnessed at the beginning of the flight? The one that had to be defended by a pretty girl? The one with the perfume allergy? Yeah, I miss him.”

He rolled his dark caramel-colored eyes.

“I think this is the part where you say ‘I have proof’ and you lift your shirt and boom, there are six-pack abs. And then I get all shocked and flustered because I didn’t expect you to be telling the truth. Then, we exchange numbers, get married, and live happily ever after. Just like in all the cheesy romantic comedies from the 90s. Foolproof plan!”

Peter laughed, shuffling around on his knees to get in a more comfortable position. “You’re a crazy lady. At least buy me dinner first.”

“Already did.”

“But it’s complimentary?”

You laughed, “I was hoping you didn’t hear that.”

Peter chuckled with you. For the past 5 hours, you’d been speaking to this boy. He knew your whole story. If you were a story, he was the best friend who knew your true origin. Considering the Avengers and stuff, maybe you secretly were a superhero. Or Peter? Nah. Who are you kidding? That kind of stuff doesn’t happen to teenagers flying out of JFK International Airport.

“Well…maybe you could make it up to me by possibly giving me a special 10-digit number?” The brunette suggested, raising his left eyebrow up and down.

You hold your hand up to your ear. You also squinted your eyes, really trying to fake not being able to hear him. “I’m sorry, Peter. The engines are too loud. I’m having a really hard time hearing you. Can you repeat yourself?”

“I want your phone number.”

“At least by me dinner first.” You smirked.

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