#also dude u straight up light me up when i see u on the app im like oh tg theres still cool kind ppl here

[rosetherat]

Doodles soo many doodles I’m mentally unwell I’m going to skin myself alive or something but how would you even do that like that doesn’t make sense I mean you could but could you really I don’t believe it I’d have to call a friend for help probably anyway enough about my weekend plans It’s like doodly doodles this time cause im like who’s that composer guy with the wig whoever he was im him but for art im like Jesus one of these days im gonna walk outside and the people will throw stones at me and I’ll go hey don’t do that and walk back inside because im smart and know they would never enter my house without me letting them in because they are polite okay moving on it’s monkey time ladies list your favourite monkey species below I’m being interactive see im interacting with you all isn’t this nice I still don’t know how this app works how do I reply to people when they say stuff about me do I just not or what what’s the social etiquette here still autistic no social skills this place is hell for me that’s why I only come on to post art and then like leave straight away I don’t even have notifs on for this thing I don’t like it it’s too scary okay moving on again did I already talk about monkeys probably is anyone even still reading r my two followers seeing this what’s that song where it’s like and it was all yellow yellows my favourite colour okay maybe pink is my favourite colour yeah yeah I love pink my whole room is pink I look at pink and I go yay! I’m like that hippo from fnaf he’s my number one kin now what’s a kin does rhat mean he’s my kid or what anyway I’m him now I’m a rambler I’m a rambling man I’m CRAZZAY it’s my Uber autism Uber speaking of happy late lesbian day I’m like the ultimate lesbian I’m the final boss probably maybe not I’m like a secret boss that you have to look up where to find me and it’s never worth it anyway can we go back to the doodle go back scroll up and look at it again and think wow what a doodle rat that’s a doodle alright why did I name myself rat why did I do that to myself okay it’s cause people used to call me a rat but I said no no no this is clearly not a being mean thing this is a cute endearing thing like a nickname because rats r cute so I embraced it because social cues don’t exist to me and If I wanna be a rat then dude, get me in a sewer or something let me scuttle around notice how I’m still going that’s called being unmedicated my brain goes faster than the speed of light I’m thinking about a minimum of ten things at the same time rn it sucks if any doctors r around and would like to shorten my waiting list wait so I could be medicated that’d be helpful I’ve been waiting like four years at this point how does it take four years for you to go hey here’s the medication you need like is it that hard wish I was a monkey they don’t get medicated they don’t have the technology for that GET ME OUT KF HEREE anyway bye bye my babas I just realised it’s 4:20 rn and I think that’s funny so I must fall asleep immediately so I fall asleep at the funny number this is the part where u tuck me in and give me a little kiss on the forehead warning I sleep with ten blankets and like three of them r weighted so you will have trouble tucking me in I can’t help it I’m like a little bear I like being warm if I had a cat or something I wouldn’t have to do this I want a cat so bad btw I need a little guy who will curl up on my chest and go meow at me to remind me of who I am WAKE ME UP WAKE ME UP INSIDEEE that’s me if I was emo okay I should wait another thing don’t forget the hot water bottle I sleep with like two hot water bottles you might be thinking how do you not overheat with ten blankets and two hot water bottles and the answer is I’m simply better than you also I’m always cold my body I can’t regulate my temperature it sucks im just so cold. Omg arg refrence the cold guy Ermm did you say guy? PURPLE GUY hor hor hor hor hor I love fnaf this is why I stick to twt they have a short word limit if they didn’t have that I’d be making whole novels this is just white noise omg channel referen

Oh my god I can still type this is like Christmas for me know that I never shut up is anyone still here if you make it through reply with like idk apples and I’ll send u my credit card information just kidding aha! I don’t use those because I’m paranoid the government can track me with them it’s all paper money for me teehee if I was a monkey I’d hope to be a proboscis monkey did you know they regurgitate their food and chew their cud that’s so dreamy majestic even wish I did that sadly I am just a little human lad anyway this time I’m really going im leaving I think Charlie’s ending stream so I have no more reason to be awake enjoy the art in the meantime my eyes hurt I’ve been sick for over a month is that normal I get headaches like every day and my eyes r always dry my nose is like an Olympic runner at this point that thing does not stop and as I am sick I deserve rest and like onion rings oh you don’t even know about the onion rings I’m eating on like an average 20 onion rings a day I can’t stop I can’t even help it it’s my autism taste buds I eat the same thing for like 2 months and then never wanna touch it again for like a year I can’t help it GUINEA PIGS I wish I had one I’d let it lay on my chest and go hello little guy this is why I need a cat that will cuddle with me I need it right now get me one someone assign a cat to me I need it to crawl through my window one day and refuse to leave how would a cat even get through my window they can’t climb that high okay he just ended tbis means I can leave now please look at the art it’s not even art it’s a doodle anyway goodbye

[jockbots]

Hey, Mori!!! 💖🙌👑

I noticed the 'weird asks' ask game on your dashboard, so can I submit these: 1, 9, 10, 14, 22, 30, 45, 48, 51, 56, 58, 62, 71, 88, 93???

Also, how you've been doing? And happy birthday (idk when your bd is, but since it's the end of the Leo season, it must'd already happened, so there you go 🥳🥳🥳)!!! 🎉🎉🎉 I just hope you're doing fine.

See ya soon and take care! 🤗

(And you look gorgeous with short-hair... just an observation. 👀👌)

SUP JOLI ✨️✨️✨️

im so glad u asked c:: first here r my answers!!!

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, watter bottles, or soda cans

wine glasses bc they r fancy af but also mugs bc i am always looking for the correct serving of tea

9. favourite smell in the summer

fave summer smell has to currently be my favourite juice! which is apple and elderflower is so sweet and refreshing!!!

10. games you were best at in p.e

yikes i hated pe but u was weirdly good at discuss and actually represented my class one time and one. and i played netball a little and was okay at it

14. favourite non-chocolate candy?

fruitella, strawberry flavoured! or haribos original star mix (minus the eggs bc icky)

22. role model?

currently i have 2 bc i will always always look up to dolly parton but atm bc of harp goals i also adore deborah henson-conant who is a jazz harpest that is just not only extremely talented but just like so ambitious and creative and funny i want to b here so baad

30. places that you find scary

offices like especially boss offices or like principal offices i have many reasons and mainly its just theh give me major anxiety if its something that can be discussed outside of an office on a shop floor or over zoom im all in ITS WEIRD I KNO but i am a weenie

also on the beach with the tide coming in COVERED IN FOG it may seem aesthetic but ITS ACTUALLY FUCKING TERRIFYING U HAVE NO IDEA HOW FAR U HAVE TO GO U JUST HAVE TO TRUST THERES A WAY TO GET OFF

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero

lol ok so judging by the content i post youd think fantasy obvi but actually im a giant sci-fi nerd that seen all the classics, read mostly sci-fi novels and played space themed games. fantasy was always second. HOWEVER lotr always takes 1st place so ye weird little weenie

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

i am loyal to the pinapple and therefore will joint the ranks of the pineapple

51. current stresses

the basics required to being a single 20summin living alone in an expensive country with a creative job, why dont luthiers and musically professionals get paid more? am i working hard enough? am i good enough at my job? is my mum going to b ok in her later years? can i take care of her? r my brothers going to be able to move out too and have their own lives? how old is my dog now? is she mad at me for leaving? is my best friend ok? should i get their mums number bc they r v sick ITS A LOT LETS CLOSE THAT BAG UP

56. favourite tradition?

58. four talents you're proud of having

okokok 1) being able to kind play the harp 2) speaking welsh 3) being able to draw sometimes 4) being able to read electrical drawings

62. seven characters you relate to

yoooo here we go 1. Maeglin 2. Red Alert 3. Mia Thermopolis 4. both Guiera and Meis from Promare 5. Raph in all continuities 6. Zagrius from Hades and 7. Jim Hawkins from treasure planet... how did i not kno i was nb???

71. least favourite pattern

burbery blachh icky its just cheap wannabe tartan!!!

88. your greatest wish?

to live comfortably in my own little cottage with my dog bonnie. also i wish i could b a conductor for an orchestra idk y i kno barely anything abt music but i think id lv it

93. nicknames?

o jeez the current ones i have are sibster, kitty, mori, kat, kathleeeeen, little p, squirrel and meimei

second thank u for asking ive been pretty swamped my job is v demanding and ive been kind of letting it take priority plus but im going on holiday in a week so hopefully i can unwind and do some of my own hobbies.

and yes!!! it was my bday last month! it wasn't anything special i was working lol

annnnf THANK U THANKU i lv having short hair v much but boi does it need more attention that long hair like i have to actually fix my hair a lot more in the morning so i dont look batshit

[knullanon]

maybe yandad vandal savage with a naive innocent reader?

ooooooo anon havent thought about this one gotta say gotta say

you??? his daughter??? innocent??? hes gonna be thinking, "damn bro, how did i get this sweetheart of a daughter?" anytime he sees you trying to do something in a "un-safe" space, he will send your ass back home and make sure that the "un-safe" space is now safe. this is usually with school, or public places in general.

also, he has a list of "safe" spaces that you can go to, with his permission, which include: the light's meeting places, some houses around the world that he owns, wherever the fuck klarion lives, ra's al ghuls place (he may not be a part of the light anymore, but he sure as hell is still a good candidate for a babysitter), and literally anyone else he trusts

mf will make you stay in whatever place you choose (or that he choose) for months. its like moving a lot, you can stay there for 2 months or up to 10. the longest one you've ever stayed at was 2 days, and that was the "i wanted toast and klarion decided to make it for me" incident

anyway, no friends. ever. he hasn't had that many behavioral problems with his own children, but he knows how angsty they can get at an early age, so he doesn't want other kids influencing you.

this becomes a problem when you start making friends with other villains kids. cheshire will straight up show you a nightclub, while vandal is angrily calling up sportsmaster like "YOU SON OF A BITCH-"

also, he might a good villain, and a good father, but damn he sucks at predicting when other potential father figures try to take you away. fr once darkseid was just pretending to be there on a mission and he was obviously there to get you and ra's was just like "dude hes gonna steal your daughter" and while you were being taken out a window he said, "no he aint"

also, hes really busy sometimes so its kind of easy to escape him. of course, if hes going to be gone longer than 2 weeks he will just bring you with him and say fuck everyone else. once while killing a starro, you were just sitting on the other side of the room eating ice cream like, "bruh i wanna go home"

klarion once gave you a phone and was like "yo get like every social media app you can think of" and then you caused chaos. there was a fight in the cafeteria at ra's al ghul's place? you be your ass you aired it. two villains roasting each other for their tactics? snap it and put it on your story. anything that happens thats batshit crazy or its meme material you have it.

eventually he did find out and was like "why did you give her a phone" and klarion was just "idk man, shes recording darkseid and mongal fighting" and true to his word, they were beating the shit out of each other and you were recording

BONUS:

the "i wanted toast and klarion decided to make it for me" incident happened earlier on almost right after vandal had gotten you. basically, you had found some ingredients for french toast, and being a dumbass, you decided to try and make some to make yourself feel better. so klarion was in the building and saw you trying to make some and he was like "oh yeah, big brother time" and offered to help you. of course, he wanted to try and impress you and all, so he tried to make some fire to toast the bread instead of... putting it in a toaster. he did it, and he started a fire. a grease fire, because he thought that putting oil in a pan would help. so he forgot the one rule of grease fires (btw, if u do have a grease fire, never ever use water to put it out.) and used water. which made the fire bigger obviously. so there you were, sitting at a bar stool, trying to figure out what to do while klarion tried to put it out. so you also had the bright idea of putting water on it, because klarion knows what hes doing, hes not dumb, right? which then made the fire bigger. vandal, at this point, wondering what the noise was, saw you and klarion just trying to put out the fire by blowing on it, or by smacking it with a towel. he got the fire out by putting something over the flames and turning off the heat. of course, damage had been done and the kitchen was halfway burnt, and he banned you from the kitchen without supervision.

yeah, fun times.

[nvcturnes]

rafa... it’s okay king ... go into the light

good evening to bilingual short kings, soccer haters, aerosmith cover bands, owners of orange 1972 competition fender mustangs, Gays™, bicons, ghosts that are in a band, band members that are not ghosts, radio assistant hopefuls, sad boys, rock fans, mechanics who will change your oil for a bag of doritos, supportive parents ( deceased ), and supportive parents ( alive ).

i’m emily & in addition to spending my days as a bio research tech, i will be ur host for the evening. i’m 22 for for 13 more days, i use she / her pronouns, i’m from the est timezone, & i am deeply sorry in advance.

u can find rafa’s full app here & his pinterest here if ur so inclined ! trigger warning for death bc he is, as we know, dead.

THE BASICS !

skeleton. nocturne.

full name. rafael medina.

age. twenty-four.

gender / pronouns. cis man, he / him.

faceclaim. taylor zakhar perez.

THE BACKGROUND ! 

now it’s time for what you missed on glee <3

baby rafa was born to a single mom named beatriz in london & she was a dancer for the royal ballet ! p much as soon as she was cleared to dance after giving birth, she dragged him along, so he grew up watching ballet 

he was always a lil bit of a scamp but he knew to be polite around the dancers and musicians, Especially during rehearsals

one day he wandered into the pit while they were playing and was in Awe of the first chair violinist

his name is alexei and we love him <3

five yr old rafa asked a million questions abt his violin & basically said okay magic man ur coming to my house for dinner to show me more of your crazy techniques... but lemme ask my mom first

beatriz debby ryan hair tucks and says yes 😌

spoiler alert they get married 🥺 a happy family 🥺

rafa grows up... gets better at the violin... makes first chair in high school... has a gay awakening when he sees abs in the locker room for two (2) seconds

strike one: the teen magazine that rafa stole off some girls told him his crush is “hot like burning” and he got so stressed he threw it away. strike two: his crush kissed him in the MIDDLE OF GYM CLASS. nasty. strike three: when rafa tried to talk to him in the hallway he said ‘do i know you’. ouch

so anyway ladies theydies and gaydies never trust a man

i’m so sorry to do this to y’all but just when rafa is about to play with the royal ballet orchestra for the first time as part of an internship... his parents die before ever making it to the performance :/

rafa... does not take it well and i do not blame him

he moves to the US to get away from all the memories & buries himself in as much work as possible to distract himself from his grief

some of the only things he brought with him were alexei’s violin & beatriz’s pointe shoes but he can barely look at them 😔

fun fact he gets fired from his job at the times square olive garden ( also known as the ninth circle of hell ) for telling a customer to go fuck himself after ordering his 15th round of unlimited breadsticks. king shit

anyway he eventually moves from nyc to la to get even Farther away and after making some friends, he eventually stumbles upon photography !

he’s surprisingly good at it, and he especially loves combining it w his love of music when he starts photographing shows and music festivals

eventually he meets this big indie artist named phoenix, whose music style is, as i recently described to admin a, “absolute hipster asshole fedora bastard” bc this was 2013 after all

*tolerate it by taylor swift plays*

spoiler alert: we still don’t trust a man :/

rafa gets caught up in all the allure of fame and thinking he’s in love, even though phoenix is the Worst kind of self-absorbed asshole who won’t even call him his bf

eventually he’s like hey ! this is bullshit ! and decides to break up w phoenix after a show that he’s shooting that night 

except he uhhhh gets robbed at knifepoint but refuses to give up his camera and d words

but it gets WORSE bc phoenix writes a whole ALBUM about it and goes on TOUR for that album while rafa’s ashes sit in a cheap urn in a closet in his house in la

this dude is shitty i’m telling u

final edition of Rafa Gets Bamboozled: he gets SCAMMED out of his soul bc this kind-looking dude that reminds him of alexei promises to help him figure out his unfinished business but just straight up steals his soul instead

so sorry to that man... i know i did this to him but at least i’m sorry abt it

THE PERSONALITY !

GAY. big gay. yes this is a personality trait

usually Gruff and Not Fun but like... can u blame him damn

he does have a heart underneath it all but every time he’s attempted to have a connection with someone it’s ended in disaster so he’s not really trying to do that anymore :/

absolutely not a fan of opening up to anyone for any reason ever. if he had ever gone to college i think he would’ve physically fought his orientation leader for like... asking where he’s from SDGDSLKJG

sarcasm and dry wit r the name of the game babey. if u catch him making a pun the rafa u know is dead and gone ( for real this time )

in conclusion he needs to be loved

congrats u made it through the chaos ! now it’s time to plot xoxo

[mars-barssss]

Hi! For the whump bingo ask, can I ask for "Apologizing right before they pass out" with Patton? Thank you.

//I’m really sorry about this being so late! Also, sorry to the two other asks for a while ago, I’m gonna finish these up before continuing. Life got a bit hectic but I’ll get back on it!

An Illogical Feeling

Pairing: Logicality

TW: Blood, Near Character Death (But not actual character death!), Stab Wounds

Type: ANGST

//College!Au and Human!Au, to let you know!

Summary: Logan gets a call from his best, no, a really close friend. He learns something new about himself.

—

Ring…! Ring…!

The ringing of the phone mixed with the loud movie that was blasting on the TV. Roman didn’t pay any mind to it, as his eyes were trained on whatever action movie they happened to be watching.

Logan himself was reading a book, however. He was paying no mind to the movie. He had no interest in it, anyways.

Roman had invited him to watch a movie over in his dorm, and he didn’t really care for the choice of movie that he chose. Truthfully, Logan just was tired of waiting for his own roommates to come home, and although he wouldn’t admit it, he didn’t want to be alone.

There was something so suffocating about being alone. It was illogical at best, he should be fine with that. But he had gotten used to the conversations and sounds that dulled the silence, that he couldn’t just avoid it! He didn’t know if that meant he was getting weak, or otherwise. Either way, he simply had told Roman he’d be over, but not to watch. Roman didn’t get much of a response to his next text, before said friend arrived at his door.

And the moment that Logan stepped inside showed just how lonely Roman was too. Or at least, bored. Pillows and blankets coated the couches and a bean bag chair was pulled up in the living room. The movie was looping on the menu screen, and there were some blankets specifically placed as like a cover. A true… pillow fort.

When questioned, Roman had shrugged it off, mumbling something about how his emo roommate not being home for the next two hours and his other being at a debate competition for the weekend.

As Logan recalled this, a loud shout pulled him out of his thoughts. The scene kid continued to shout as a lion, apparently, was hanging by the edge of a cliff, and screaming for help from the other lion.

“Mufasa, you could just like, I don’t know, climb to the left slightly, there’s a branch right there-!”

Roman continued to argue nonsensically at these characters, who Logan didn’t even know the names of, and who would also not hear Roman’s arguments, until eventually the lion fell off of the cliff. That left Roman with a loud irritated shout.

Logan scoffed slightly, smiling. He returned to his book.

Ring…! Ring…!

Oh. Right. The phone. The phone that was still ringing.

It was Roman’s phone, so obviously, he should answer it. It wasn’t in Logan’s place to answer it. It could be personal. But his that dumb drama student just wouldn’t stop whining the screen. Honestly, Logan didn’t know why it bugged him so much. Maybe because it didn’t merge with the background sound of the movie.

Maybe it was because of a strange feeling in his stomach. He didn’t even know why it was there, but earlier when it first started, he nearly wanted to take some medicine. He was probably just getting sick, to be honest. It was winter, after all.

Speaking of winter, Logan glimpsed out of Roman’s dorm window. It had actually began to snow, after Logan arrived. Something about it excited him, because he hadn’t seen snow in so long. That however, didn’t last long. The snow also made him worry for Roman’s roommates, as well as his home. The roads would be slippery, and honestly his roommate should have been home a while ago. Anxiously, Logan checked his phone, tapping his foot lightly on the carpet.

6:48 PM

Ring…! Ring…!

Logan shuffled slightly, getting to messaging app to try to contact him again. Logan did not like the idea of spamming people, it was rude. Honestly, they’d respond back when they did get the chance, but this time, his stomach was almost doing figurative flips. His stomach was figuratively flipping?

He didn’t really pay too much mind to the half-cooked metaphor as he scrolled through today’s messages and typed a new message.

___

Today

1:30 AM    Patty-Cake: GO TO BED

1:30 AM    Patty-Cake: I can c ur light on

Patty-Cake changed Crofters’s nickname to hey.

Patty-Cake changed hey’s nickname to LogAN gET SoME FLIpPiNG sLEEP.

1:37 AM     LogAN gET SoME FLIpPiNG sLEEP: I need to get this essay done.

1:38 AM     Patty-Cake: u got that essay last night, it’s due in two weeks

1:40 AM     LogAN gET SoME FLIpPiNG sLEEP: Better to get it done early.

1:43 AM    Patty-Cake: Comin to ur room rn

1:43 AM    LogAN gET SoME FLIpPiNG sLEEP: What?

-

2:11 AM    Patty-Cake: ILY nightt

Patty-Cake changed  LogAN gET SoME FLIpPiNG sLEEP’s nickname to Stargazer.

-

12:34 PM  Patty-Cake: Lo!!! I got a role!! SO EXCITED!!! :D

12:34 PM  Patty-Cake: Ro’s gonna be so happy! He’s been trying to get me into the play for weeeeeeeeks

Patty-Cake changed Patty-Cake’s nickname to AAAAAAAA.

12:36 PM  Stargazer: That’s nice. Congratulations.

12:36 PM  AAAAAAAA: Emile’s calling! C u at home im gonna be making cookies

-

2:03 PM   AAAAAAAA : Do u want burgers tonite?

AAAAAAAA changed  AAAAAAAA’s nickname to Patty-Cake

2:03 PM   Patty-Cake: Gotta fix my name one sec

-

5:30 PM    Stargazer: Patton, please respond. Where are you? You should have been home a half an hour ago.

-

6:48 PM    Stargazer: Patton, are you home yet? If you are not, it is snowing outside, please drive carefully.

Patty-Cake didn’t pick up. 0:03 

6:50 PM    Stargazer: You’re worrying me, please call back.

___

“Get off your electronics, Microsoft Nerd!” Ahead of him, Roman was a leaning backwards, giving him a pointed stare. His lips were pouting as he pointed at his phone. The movie was paused. “Thought you were gonna be on your book, not your phone!”

“I was reading my book. I only went to go check the time on here.” Logan deadpanned, pocketing his phone. A small glance to Roman’s home phone made Roman shout at him again.

…

“Really? I could heard you typing! You aren’t even paying attention to me right now!” He huffed, sitting up in the chair, still staring at Logan. “See you’re just staring at my phone for some odd reason, at least give me a straight answer.”

Turning back to Roman, Logan’s expression was dulled out, kind of a tired ‘what are you even going on about’ face. “Just unpause the movie, Roman.”

“Alright, whatever, just don’t text during the movie! Puh-lease!” The movie was unpaused, and the volume replaced the silence immediately. It blasted through Logan’s ears the moment it came back on, the stark difference surprising the engineering major. He didn’t realize that the phone stopped ringing.

Everything continued as normal.

Only until a few minutes later.

Ding!…

___

6:58 PM    Patty-Cake: l

6:58 PM    Patty-Cake: logan

___

Logan quickly grabbed his phone, his hands shaking slightly as he scrambled for the messaging app. Oh, he was going to rip Patton a new one for scaring him.

___

6:59 PM    Stargazer: Patton, why didn’t you respond to me all afternoon?

6:59 PM    Stargazer: Patton

7:01 PM    Patty-Cake: hlp me pls

7:01 PM    Stargazer: What’s wrong?

Patty-Cake didn’t pick up. 0:01

7:03 PM    Patty-Cake: guy cme up behnd me 

___

By now, Logan has stood up, staring down his phone. This felt wrong, this felt so, so wrong. Glancing away for a brief moment, Roman had also gotten up from his beanbag, although his intention was different.

“Hey pocket protector! What in the world are you doing?!” Roman nudged his shoulder, although not unkindly. “You’re panicking dude, come on, breathe.” A hand landed on his shoulder, but Logan didn’t acknowledge it. He was on the screen to call Patton, consistently trying to call the other.

Roman looked at Logan’s phone nervously, before tightening his grip on the other’s shoulder.

___

Patty-Cake didn’t pick up. 0:02

Patty-Cake didn’t pick up. 0:01

7:05 PM    Patty-Cake: over by th aprtmns alleyway

7:05 PM    Stargazer: Why aren’t you answering?!

7:05 PM    Stargazer: Why aren’t you calling the police?

7:06 PM    Stargazer: Patton

You called Patty-Cake.

___

Finally one of the calls went through. As Logan looked at the video on the call, there was just black, and all he heard at first was gasps, and clearly a choking sound. The phone moved from what sounded like the ground, into the air, slightly. The phone was shaking from the place it was held, showing only concrete.

“Patton-?! Patton, are you there?”

The phone jolted again, as it sounded like he was trying to sit up. “L…Logan?…”

“Yeah, Patton, it’s me. Where are you?! Tell me where you are!” The phone uneasily shakes in Logan’s hands. He’s already walking towards the apartment door, keeping his eyes on the call desperately. As the door opened, he winced at the choke-like gasps coming from the other end of the call. Roman quickly followed after him as he rushed down the staircase, not waiting for the elevator.

“Logan… L… I…” Several more coughs came through as the phone was pulled back towards Patton. The camera jolted as he coughed. His hand came into view of the camera for a moment, and Logan stopped breathing for a moment as he stood in the front door of the dorm.

Dark red blood stained his hands and the snow around him. The arm itself was shaking either from fear, or the cold winds. Another wheeze came through, before Logan saw that Patton was beginning to drop the phone, falling forward in the process.

“Patton, don’t fall asleep! Please! Tell us where you-!”

All of a sudden, a loud thump was heard on the call, as the camera went dark. The call was still on, but Patton must have passed out on it. Soft uneven breathing came through the speaker.

“P-Patton!”

His head turned up sharply as he could hear just how much he was hyperventilating. He stared at Roman, his eyes watering from his fear how tired he was. “R-Roman.”

Roman touched his shoulder, his words fumbling right out of his mouth with how quickly he spoke. “He stayed late at the theater, and he said he was near the dorms in an alleyway, he’s probably that way-” Roman gestures to Logan’s left. “I’ll call the police to this area, call me when you find him- I’ll lead the ambulance there, okay?! You just focus on finding him!” He shoves Logan to the left, as he pulls out his own phone quickly, his boots stomping through the now-thicker snow.

Logan briefly nods before running off to the left. If you asked Roman, Logan never runs for anything, unless he is genuinely scared, which is rare. Nothing could ever get him to run, but now, he was going as fast as he could on the slippery ice and snow.

“PATTON-!”

Glancing down every alleyway there was, he held the phone close, listening to the soft, weakened breathing, to make sure he was alive. After a few moments, Logan stumbles after hearing a hitch in the other student’s breathing, before he couldn’t hear it anymore! His own breathing hitches, as tears spill down his eyes.

“PATTON!”

He sprints off again, desperately looking down every alleyway and corner, until finally, he spots Patton’s cardigan down one of them, abandoned.

Turning sharply into it, he reached the cardigan, picking it up shakily, and holding it close. A small whimper snaps his head towards the right, where Patton was laying, a few feet away. Logan stumbles forward desperately, falling to his knees beside Patton, who’s eyes were closed with a light layer of ice on them, and breathing that was barely heard.

“Patton, can you hear me?!”

He pulled the other into his lap, trying to warm him up. The moment he saw his stomach, where a stab wound festered, he shoved his hand on it, giving it pressure, despite all of the blood that surrounded them. His other hand grasped at his phone, dialing Roman’s number, the other continuing to hold the unresponsive student in his lap. Once the call went through, he quickly blurted out the area they were in, and set his phone the ground without a care. The now empty hand hesitated, before taking one of Patton’s in his own.

“Patton, wake up! Please, wake up!”

-

Patton didn’t know who was speaking, but someone was speaking.

He didn’t know who was shaking him, but someone was shaking him.

He didn’t know who was saving him, but someone was-

-

He opened his eyes to see a blurry mess of blues and blacks. A small groan forced it’s way out of him as he struggled to move, only realize the hand that pushed down on his stomach. A whimper was heard as he felt the pain that grew from the pressure, before he felt himself get moved around slightly, his back against the wall of a dorm.

His eyelids drooped slowly, as his whole body longed to be on the floor again, as he longed to sleep. Suddenly, his hearing came back and-

“-tton! Stay awake! Don’t fall asleep!”

Logan’s voice blasted throughout his whole body, it just felt so loud. Everything suddenly felt so loud, and his stomach hurt so badly. The rocks beneath him felt so cold, so very cold, and… sticky. Why… Why was it sticky?

“Pa-” His hearing went out again as he blinked over and over, trying to get a better view. Eventually, he can see who the figure above him was. Logan.

Some fellow student. Some nerd. A stoic acquaintance, who hid his emotions. A person who helped him with math homework, who didn’t care how dumb he was. A childhood friend, who tried to avoid him. A stargazing dork, who stayed late up until four in the morning to see a comet. A friend, who didn’t leave him, even if it meant he got bullied by the same kids that bullied him. His partner in crime, who begrudgingly joined him with a prank on the bullies. His only friend, who would let him ramble listlessly all night. His best friend, who took care of him when he was bedridden, and called for Roman to bring blankets and watch movies with them until he was better.

One of the most important people in the world to him, who was slowly fading away into the darkness that clouded Patton’s vision.

“Lo…” Patton’s voice whimper out through the pain, his hand squeezing Logan’s, as strong as he could. Which wasn’t that strong, but it was something. Logan’s eyes darted right back to Patton’s, and for the first time that Patton ever knew, he was crying. A sudden shiver wracked Patton’s body, and he tore his gaze away from the other to try to contain heat.

Some of Logan’s tears hit Patton in the cheek, sliding down his face. Logan’s breathing rose again as he watched Patton carefully, and held him away from all of the snow that had gathered around him. Quickly shifting his jacket off of him, he wrapped it around Patton, and held it closer once more. “Patton, stay awake for me, okay? You can hear me, right?”

Patton stiffly nodded, as another shiver made him shrink into Logan’s jacket. He looked so… small. His voice wasn’t much bigger than how he looked, rasping at the edges. “Y-Y-Y-Ye-eah. I-I can he-ear you.”

“G-Good, you’re okay, you’re gonna be fine.” Logan muttered those reassurances under his breath as he looked back at the main road, waiting. Waiting for the inevitable sirens to come down it. At any time now. “You’ll be fine.”

“Logan…” Patton felt it inside of him. Something inside of him was wilting, like a dying rose. He didn’t know if it was because of all of the red around him, or the frost that nipped at his wrists. His body felt like it falling apart, one thing at a time. His fingers, then his wrists, then his arms. Something deep down in him was fading, and he was scared, because his eyes won’t stay open, they won’t stay open, oh god, he’s falling he’s falling he’s falling-

But he’d always be there to catch him.

“Patton, come on. I’m going t-to pick you up now, is that okay?” The sound of sirens suddenly filled the absence of sound. Logan’s voice barely wavered, his ability to hold in his emotions from the outside was something Patton wished he was better at to be honest. But right now, Patton was sure his expression was only either pained, or nothing. He didn’t feel much of anything. Not emotionally, but neither the cold that tore at his limbs.

He was so tired. He was so… so cold.

He couldn’t even nod his head to let Logan know he heard him.

“Patton, can you hear me? We have to go!” Logan’s voice cracked. It was a little detail, but Patton knew just how much it meant. Logan was scared. But Patton couldn’t reach for him anymore, he was too numb. His head rolled to the side, looking at the pavement as Logan tried to move him. “Pat!”

Pat. That’s a nickname that Patton hadn’t heard for years. At least, not from Logan.

Maybe he should change his nickname to it again.

“Patton, please, don’t close your eyes, the ambulance is here! I’m sorry if you don’t want to be picked up, but I have to move you.” Logan shook him slightly, the movement only rolling his limp head around more. When he looked at Logan, he could only see beauty. He could only see his best friend, as if the whole world didn’t exist at that moment. The world faded into the background, grays and blues and whites. Snow flew around them as Logan carried him. It was a wonderful world.

Where he had no wounds and wasn’t dying right now.

He didn’t feel any pain, he could only see his best friend holding him close. And perhaps it was just the blood-loss speaking, but he knew at that moment just how much he did love the man who was saving him. The world shifted around him, and he didn’t care. He didn’t notice. His head rolling slightly, but his eyes were trained on Logan.

He looked so sad. Why was he so sad? Scared too. He didn’t like Logan when he was scared. He didn’t want him to be sad. He wanted him to be happy!

He kept looking sadder whenever he faced him as they walked forward, with snow fluttering around him. Did he do something wrong?…

If he did, he was so sorry. He felt so guilty. He felt sore, but he didn’t care. He’d feel sore all day if it meant he wasn’t sad. He had to say something, to apologize for… whatever he did. He just had to get that sad face off of him. He didn’t care about what it was, he just wanted him to be happy.

With the last of his strength, he reached up towards Logan’s face, and in return Logan’s face snapped towards Patton. His thumb weekly traced a tear as his hand shook and fell to his chest.

“I’m… I’m so sorry, Lo.”

It was clear, if not raspy. And as he uttered it, he heard Logan. Not really though, the words were so muffled and quiet, it was if he had whispered it, and Patton wasn’t close enough. But he heard him speak, whatever he was saying, as his head rolled back limply against Logan’s arm, and his eyelids fluttered shut.

And they didn’t open back up.

-

Logan didn’t know he could cry, but almost losing his best friend taught him that.

___

//There we go! Let me know if you want a sequel to it! And I’m gonna get to work with the other asks! Have a great day!

[abloomingperiod]

junmyeon as a bf

the softest of the softies

kim junmyeon is an old-fashioned guy

and i’m not saying that in terms of being conservative or anything, ‘cuz i really hope he isn’t

i mean in the sense of love

like you know that kind of person who dreams the whole picture

like

he dates for a reason

unlike other members, junmyeon isn’t the type to not think about the future

being a leader makes you like that

but this gets less harsh on him when u arrive in his life

yk that whole romantic comedy movie where a guy runs into someone and it’s this beautiful woman with the biggest smile and they fall for each other and shit

well.......not exactly your case

he indeed ran into you with an iced tea in hands

except you didn’t smile at him

you basically screamed “SHIT IM SORRY ILL PAY U BACK”

he got so flustered w your reaction like

this really pretty girl just offered me some iced tea”

he was all like nonononononoooo don’t say that it’s fine don’t worry aha

you kept insisting but were late for work so you made him promise to come back to that bakery the day after bcs he WOULD be paid back no matter wHAT

he didn’t feel the need butyou were cute and he wasn’t with a thick schedule so why not right

so yeah ofc prince suho showed up

the next day he entered the place and saw you

you were so pretty watching you crinkling your nose over the hot coffee in your hands was already a payback

a cute one

cmon he’s cringey give him a chance

you bowed at each other and he realized you didn’t mention for Once between the whole minute after the accident and his arrival abt his name or profession as an idol

which for him

was nice

not a big deal, but nice

after you gave him his iced tea he was so polite you actually smiled bcs ajshskjsks cute ?

and then you started talking for a while

you introduced yourself, told him abt your dream to become a writer someday and he !!!!!

okay junmyeon easy on the hearbeats you got it

he just thought of this as such a COOL dream

writing for a living

now he was like this pretty girl... is a poet

i know

lame

but he’s adorable so who cares tbh

he talked to u abt being an idol and how was the position of the leader

you listened to every word and even though you lost a fee of them along with the honey like voice and puffy cheeks of his, you loved hearing abt it

after like 2 hours he had to go bcs schedule

but before you parted your way you had to go to the bathroom

when you went pay for your payback iced tea, you hear a waiter asking “mrs y/n? i believe that for you”

no shit there was the waiter holding a cappuccino

you got like Dude. there must’ve been a mist-

you turn the cup and there it is:

“for y/n

i loved the iced tea but since my goodbyes were a little earlier i most definitely own you a payback too. how abt sushi? xx” and the waiter hands you a note with his name and number

and that’s how you started seeing each other

jun is a quiet person so he won’t be like vocal abt developing a crush on you more and more

it would b like

you guys would hang out sometimes

and little by little he would catch himself getting the heart eyes

like you’re at a coffe shop

you would get passionate talking about some movie or song and suddenly there’s a drop of coffee on the side of your lip. you didn’t notice but he did but he thought you looked so cute popping off about ur favorite music he would just sit there like,,, 💖nvm💖

and with those little stuff he would catch himself thinking yup they’re gonna b mine

so one day he went like soooo maybe i’m catching feelings i didn’t know this was happening sorry??? so i think u should know that bcs it’s abt u... i’m fancied by u i didn’t mean it to happen

like straight up he APOLOGIZED

FOR LIKING U

you were like goshkjsjksj so cute

and decided to play w him a little

“so you don’t want to like me” “NONONOOO THATS NOT WHAT I MEA-” “jk i got it i really like you too and maybe we could kiss to see what happens”

he combusted

so yeah you’re dating that’s what happened

so caring literally sO CARING

calls you on a daily basis when he’s away to talk abt the weather the boys his breakfast how much he misses you how he saw those flowers outside and it reminded of you or how he will bring you to that country when it’s vacations

he’s such a husband material fuck me

keeps notes of things you like so he can hit the high score on important dates

talking abt dates

fancy

i mean he’s bourgeoisie ofc it’s fancy

such a lovely boyfriend i’m actually sad

jun is restaurants with low lights, candles, roses and holding your hand while talking about how he never seemed to figure out the food app to find a cool place to go to so he just asked chanyeol with a pout on his lips

“you’re such an old man” “i’m simple it’s different”

on your 1 year anniversary he took you to a boat ride on a lake witha guy playing violin and wine and cheese waiting for you

simple my ass

keeps bringing coffee and flowers for you every friday night you get together bcs it’s your “tiny vacations” as he calls it

on weekends with you the only ppl he answers is either manager or a serious question from the boys/his family

and it’s always a short “yes” or “no” or “👍🏻”

fuck it he’s with his baby leave him alone

loves cooking with you

like fuck it if it’s not that tasty he just LUUUVES doing it with you

probably because he gets to hug you a lot

like you’re in the stove and he had already placed everything in its own place so he goes behind your figure, hugs your waist and places his lips on your shoulder to give you tiny pecks and praise your cooking

“junmy this is practically burnt” “you’re the best cooker i know”

once you guys were enjoying a whole ass week together and the last time you were together for more than a day were like 6 months before

you were so all over each other he went to do the same thing and you guys ended up making out in front of a precooked pan of french fries

long story short, your toasted it and only saw that coming bcs jun went to embrace your waist and his fingers touched the hot pan

“that happened bcs of you and your teenager behavior” “YOU COULD’VE MOVED” “I WAS TRAPPED”

so guess what you did after you applied some salve om his fingers

he was staring @ u all 💖💖💖💖💖

you were like ,,,what

he just shrugged and murmured “you’re beautiful”

that’s right

you fucked

not fucked in a Fucked way

yall made love

kim junmyeon is all about luv

i remember someone posting here that he probably fucked like white people and i-

that person ruined it for me

i hate yall

i will defend him till the end of time my boi DOES NOT fuck like a white person

takes it very seriously as he sees it as an opportunity to shower u with the love u deserve

on that day you actually convinced him you should do the hard work

HELL YEAH YOU RODE THAT BITCH

jun seems like soft dom for me like just bcs he’s in charge for most of the time doesn’t mean youon get to do a thing

that time as you rode him you got very like Very excited but you saw in his eyes how desperate he was to touch you entirely so you catch his hand and kiss his fingertips slowly

he kept smiling for you saying “god you are so beautiful” “i love you so much”

but you’re a little shit and always tries and bring his rough side out

so you open your mouth and lick his two burnt finger from the knuckles to the tips

he got so !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

not really a vocal guy

heavy sighs and low groans are it for junmyeon

very into dirty talk

but a fancy one

“does my baby likes it when i make her beg?” “look at me, love. do you want it from where i can kiss your back or your breasts?” “you’re mine to take and no one else”

we don’t support women treated as objects but this is a sexual environment and you’ve always consented him to say things like that in bed

he’s a gentlemen fuck it

once you were so horny you straight up said “i don’t give a fuck about formality just make me cum at least three times”

he got 😳 for a sec but got your point

not a rough lover but once you get in a fight

bitch

you’re both pretty mature ppl so every rare time you fight it’s very Very serious

will kiss you until your both breathless just so you can not even catch your breath bcs he will be kissing your neck and liking your skin

slaps your butt?

absolutely

a fucking lot

“funny how you turn shut the fuck up as soon as i lay my hands on you”

makes you strip for him

has a thing for watching where your bodies connect

call him baby and he’s got a 3 secs tops soft jun

like a little grin with puffy cheeks

and he’s back with the restless pounding

bathtub aftercare is a must

massages your feet as you talk sweet nothings for him

if you’re feeling feisty might get a romantic round two

loves doing it slowly so he can drag it to the point you get so hot and bothered you beg

“oh god- just please- jun, faster”

likes it when you rub his back after

get a shot of soft myeonie post-sex

lays in his stomach and quietly asks “can you”

you lay there also on your stomach and rubbing his back drawing circles and talking about life

once he got so full of idk emotion?? love?? idk never been there

he just poured a whole “marry me”

like dude.

“WHAT” “not today, like... in a few years maybe idk forget it”

he closed his eyes to dismiss your reaction and just felt a warm peck on his naked shoulder

“of course i’ll marry you a few years”

his eyes shot open like This woman. the loml. dead ass said yes to my hypothetical proposal”

he actually got emotional

“kajsksjsksjsk really?????????v

“yes really”

and there was a teardrop

you felt like dying

i mean I feel like dying rn

doesn’t say it but thinks abt having kids someday

and u know that bcs honestly it’s suho everybody just Knows that

his parents? ofc they know you

exo? absolutely sure they know you

“one day we’re gonna have a dinner on like christmas with my family and yours” “baby they don’t even live in korea” “i don’t care we’ll pay” “STOP”

really treasures your relationship like i’m not here to play games i’m past mid-20’s this is Serious

and because he’s so worried and serious he nevers seems to let loose

which is probably normal since he’s a leader

but it makes him so !! all the time u get worried

once he actually CRIED out of stress

and you ofc were there

you kept hugging him tightly and slowly rocking his body with yours kissing his tears away as he kept softly saying “i’m fine, don’t worry”

you didn’t stop worrying

you said “if you’re fine then i can stay here hugging my boyfriend”

he nodded and kept sobbing for a little while

his head was pounding so you literally laid him down and cuddled him in your arms, fingers between his locks and hot breath on his neck

he once said the sound of your breath calmed him

so that’s what you did

you calmed him

and that’s everything he ever wanted

someone to be there for him on tough times like he’s always there for everyone

he loves the fact you’re always so calm and ready to solve any problem that appears

he loves the calmness and ““““normal”””” atmosphere you bring to him

after all those years of hardship and responsability

you showed him he could be a leader and have more fun on a daily basis

he deadass thinks abt your marriage

like it’s barely 6am, he wakes up and sees you sleeping next to him, hair everywhere on the pillow and mouth open

his heart goes 💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

his arms goes to your sleeping body

& his mind “i’m gonna marry this girl someday”

idk i feel like i could write a whole ass fanfiction of 50 chapters on suho and id still have 100 scenarios of him in mind

i honestly love him sm

such a nice boy

he deserves so much more

give lota of love to him he’s perfect

that’s it i’m done

[paperficwriter]

Cakes and Bouquets

This is a companion piece to “They remind me of you” by @itsairybro. However! This one is from the perspective of one giant dummy who thinks the way to a man’s heart is either through his nose, eyes or stomach (and he’s not taking any chances).

Cut is for length, not content. Make sure to read the original by Airy to get the full experience!!

Todoroki was drunk. It was something that Inasa never thought possible, like a unicorn getting drunk, and it made him a little guilty to say that even just to himself. Todoroki wasn't some prince or older man to be set on a pedestal, untouched by vice.

Especially as he watched him fall off the curb and nearly faceplant into a hood ornament.

“Shouto! Are ya okay?!”

And yet, he could still maintain that same, stoic expression, even as he raised a thumbs up. “Yes. I just. Seem to be a bit inebriated.”

“Do tell.” Inasa stepped off the curb, guiding one of Todoroki's arms around his shoulder and bending low so he wouldn't pull him off his feet. He smelled like rubbing alcohol. Of course only Todoroki could make being drunk seem sterile. “Here. Let's just get ya in my car, and I'll take ya home.”

“No. No.” Todoroki didn't actually push him away. “You've been drinking too.”

“I stopped an hour ago, ‘cept water and wings.” Not even tipsy. “I promise you're safe with me.”

Todoroki narrowed his eyes with an almost comical suspicion. “Last I checked, I was supposed to be the responsible one. I don’t appreciate this swap in personalities.”

That made him laugh. “Maybe a quirk did it, yeah?” That was a joke among agencies whenever anyone did anything out of the ordinary: ‘a quirk did it.’ He opened the door and easily maneuvered him onto the seat, glad that he had cleaned out the car just in the past week. He would have been mortified if Todoroki Shouto had to sit in his car with his feet propped up on empty natto containers, boxes from takoyaki and wrappers from burgers picked up while driving around. “Seatbelt.”

Todoroki hummed in acknowledgement and, after two attempts, got the thing across his chest into the buckle. He blinked and stared ahead as Inasa got into the car, started it up and began driving toward Todoroki’s neighborhood. Inasa was thankful that he had managed to get at least the name of the area out of him before they left the bar.

“Say, what did Kats wanna talk t’ ya about?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the road. It was too quiet in the car after their night out.

When Todoroki didn’t answer, Inasa thought maybe he had fallen asleep. But then, he said quietly, “He wanted to invite me to join his agency.”

“That right?!” Inasa boomed, unaware of his volume. “Congrats! That’s awesome!”

There was another period of silence. Then, he said, “How is it that even though I’m moving forward, I feel left behind?”

“What?”

If Todoroki sniffed, Inasa wouldn’t point it out, and he wouldn’t take his eyes off the road no matter how much he might have wanted to. “I feel...I feel like there’s a part of me that’s just one sock in the dryer. Or...a mitten without a partner. As dramatic as it sounds, I feel…” He looked away, out the window, and even though Inasa hadn’t had his eye on him, it was as though Todoroki was trying to refuse meeting his gaze as he finished, “Abandoned.”

Inasa worried at his lip. What had brought that on? Was it just feelings from the alcohol, or…? “Is there somethin’ I can do, Shouto? Ya know I wanna help --”

“I’ve never even been wooed!” Inasa blinked. That was...what? He didn’t even know how to respond to it, and he didn’t have a chance, because Todoroki continued, “I don’t even remember what it’s like to be wanted, or sought out, or special.” This time, he knew he heard a choke in his throat. “I don’t think I ever will…”

When he came up to a red light and pressed the brake to the floor, he reached over to stroke Todoroki’s arm. It remained rigid, refusing to soften, and he was staring at his opposite shoulder, trying to will the other man away. “Hey, that ain’t true. Shouto, I…” He swallowed. “I know it might feel bad now, but it ain’t always goin’ to be like this.”

Todoroki didn’t respond. He nodded a little, but that just made Inasa think he wanted him to stop talking. They fell into a silence until they got into his neighborhood, and Inasa tried to ask where his place was. “This is fine,” he said, shortly, neither unkind nor warm. Cool frost.

Inasa had to stop short because he was already opening the door while the car was moving, and by the time he had it in park, the young man was walking at a clip past two buildings and into one at the corner. “...’Night,” Inasa called.

If he heard, he didn’t turn to acknowledge him.

That wouldn’t do. None of this was acceptable. And the minute Inasa got home, he started searching online and hatching a plan. A simple one that started with finding a website that sold a variety of flowers that he could get delivered to him with a blank card, and ending with a text to Kirishima, one that he sent hoping that Bakugou wouldn’t be nearby to see.

Hey. I got a favor to ask u. :)

---

The hardest thing was letting go.

When Inasa had the first bouquet sent, it was just supposed to be a sweet gesture of congratulations. They were roses, yes, but not red ones, so it wouldn’t specifically indicate anything romantic. Just something nice to spruce up Todoroki’s new desk.

He wrote the note and stuck it among the pink, white and yellow blossoms before handing them over to Kirishima. “I’m countin’ on ya.”

“Right!” The sharp-toothed hero gave him a wide grin. “Don’t worry, I got you covered! And I double-checked to make sure he wasn’t going to be in until noon, so trust me, it’ll be easy.”

Inasa watched him go, and for a second, he gripped the arms of his chair, following him as with his eyes as he disappeared down the street. He wanted to stop him. He wanted to grab the flowers, wait by the door of Bakugou’s agency, and the moment Todoroki arrived, he would grab him up in a hug and tell him to never be sad again, not while he was around.

No. Todoroki wouldn’t react well to that. He would just flinch, or give him his best, most polite smile, and…

How would Inasa feel then?

--

The first time Bakugou and Todoroki fought side-by-side under the same agency, they all went out to the bar again. Todoroki wasn’t nearly as interested in drinking as he had been the last time they were together, but he also seemed happier.

They talked, and once again Inasa shoved food at him, and he would smile and eat straight from his plate. And every time he caught his eye under those white and red bangs, Inasa’s heart would skip a beat.

He didn’t say anything about the flowers, though.

When Todoroki left - sober and ready to take the train home - Inasa lingered by Kirishima’s side, holding his beer in both hands even though the small bottle was dwarfed by his thick digits. “Do ya think he liked them?”

“Dude! Definitely!” Kirishima spun around on his bar stool, and when he almost fell onto the floor, Bakugou grabbed his arm, straightening him. He giggled. “Did you put your name on ‘em?”

“No,” he admitted. “That wasn’t...I mean...it would have been weird, right? Just sending a guy flowers out of nowhere, just because?”

Kirishima shrugged, eyes crossing slightly. He had had more to drink than Inasa, and it was showing as he slurred and tipped his torso onto Bakugou’s. “I think Inasa is sweet!” He said it to his boyfriend like he was the one who asked and not Inasa.

Bakugou just glowered at both of them.

---

“I can’t believe I fucked up this bad!”

“Dude, it’s going to be okay!”

Inasa and Kirishima were running down the remaining blocks to the agency. That week, when he was going to send Todoroki a bouquet of daisies, he had been out on patrol until late. Half-asleep, he placed the order, but put the delivery address to Todoroki directly rather than to Inasa’s office. He never got the receipt - Inasa was notoriously bad at maintaining his e-mail - and he was questioning what else he sent. Did he say who it was from? Did he sign it this time?

When they got to the window, they both smashed their noses against the glass. From this vantage point, they got a clear view right into Todoroki’s office, through the large glass door, where the bouquet was already in a vase.

Inasa practically fell on top of Kirishima when he jumped out of the way just as Todoroki walked to the front desk. He exchanged words with the receptionist, who he could see shaking his head.

Then, Todoroki went back to his office.

“Do you think he saw? Or he knows?” Kirishima was whispering even though they were outside, with walls between them and everyone inside.

Inasa didn’t blink and held his breath as Todoroki stroked the petals softly with his fingers, a wistful smile touching his lips. His chest ached, stomach burning.

“Inasa?”

“Nah. I don’t think so.”

---

Sharing drinks became such a regular event that Inasa didn’t even have to ask Todoroki to come along anymore. And when things got out of control, and they would talk about dates and one-night stands, he would still stay, blushing, even sometimes hiding his head against Inasa’s arm if he was close enough.

One night, Inasa had gotten maybe a bit tipsier than he intended, and after giving everybody hugs and sloppy kisses on the cheeks, he had left his car and called an Uber for both him and Todoroki, who had not been in a state to drive either.

“I’ll get it,” Todoroki slurred, squinting at his wallet and trying to dig out several bills.

“Shouto! Have you never gotten an Uber before?! That’s not how any of this works!” Inasa laughed and collapsed into the back seat, and his last words were muffled. “Ya use the app! I got it!”

“You always get it,” Todoroki pouted. “Drinks, wings, meals…” Flowers, Inasa almost said out loud. “Do you know who I am?”

That sent them both into a fit of giggles, and even though he couldn’t exactly offer support as it were, Inasa put his arm around Todoroki’s shoulder...and nearly gasped when he cuddled up to his side.

“You’re so nice, Inasa.”

His cheeks, already red from the booze, were burning up to his ears. And even though it ended up costing extra, he had the driver keep circling around until he kicked them out at their respective stops.

---

A stalker.

Inasa was sitting on the couch in Kirishima’s office, arms crossed over his stomach. He didn’t feel hung over, but after the drinks the night before, he felt sick. What did he expect, after several weeks of flowers and notes?

He didn’t know what he thought would happen, but...he didn’t think Todoroki would assume it was a stalker. Something to worry about. Oh god. The whole evening was haunting him: the concern and worry on Todoroki’s face, the way Bakugou had laid into him afterward, how they had all gotten so riled up...

“I...I thought it was sweet…”

“It is!” Kirishima got up from where he had been double-fisting two large bottles of water and came over to his side. “Hey. It’s okay.”

“I don’t want him to be scared…”

Kirishima laughed. “Did he seem scared?” he asked, rubbing Inasa’s wrist. It was nice that Kirishima was as affectionate as Inasa. It made him feel taken care of in the middle of all this. “Do you really think Todoroki Shouto is afraid of some flowers?”

He nodded, uncertain, then remembered something that Bakugou had said. Well, snapped. Practically yelled. “Do ya think I should just suck it up and ask him out?”

“I mean, I did think that was the end game,” Kirishima replied with a reassuring smile.

Inasa picked up his phone from the table in front of him and scrolled down to Todoroki’s name. A serious picture of him stared up at him. “I’ll start with somethin’ easy,” he said, more to himself, and he typed the message asking Todoroki if he would like to go spar.

Todoroki agreed.

---

After sparring, Inasa had offered him something to eat. He waited for him to want something savory, or substantial, but instead…

Who would have thought Todoroki Shouto would have a sweet tooth?

And not for anything weird like sweet cold soba or iced tea, he learned over the following weeks as this too became a tradition. For cakes. For clotted cream and fruit adorned with slices of white and milk chocolate. For fluffy pastries and cookies, for donuts. Classy stuff, too: finger foods with designs, meticulously crafted crepes, tarts piled high with custard.

And watching Todoroki eat, slow and indulgent, lips curling around forkfuls of decadent sweets? Smearing sauce on his fingertip when some of the parfait got on the side of the glass?

Inasa was afraid he was going to start sweating.

Once, they were sitting in the car after picking up soft serve on the way back to Todoroki’s apartment, and he stayed and started talking. They started talking, and it wasn’t until long after the ice cream was gone and the car had cooled down that Todoroki finally got up to go.

He kept staying, time after time, trip after trip.

And then, they were sitting there, talking about the flowers and their mysterious sender, and Inasa could feel something shift between them. Todoroki seemed closer to him, so close he could see where the tight pink scar smoothed out into pale skin, could make out the tiniest stain of jam on his cheek.

He could have kissed him, but…

What if he loved the person sending the flowers more than he even liked him?

It gave him just enough pause that before he knew it, they were exchanging goodbyes, and Todoroki was gone.

---

“I’m sorry, oh god, I’m so sorry, Inasa, please don’t hate me!” Kirishima was all but in tears, burying his face in Inasa’s chest. “I’ve ruined everything!”

“Hey, hey, don’t say that…” He hoped it wasn’t obvious how hard his heart was beating, like if it burst out it would punch Kirishima in the cheek. Kirishima had been caught. Caught by Todoroki. Caught and put on the spot and of course Todoroki had been mad. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be fine.”

Kirishima looked up at him. His catlike eyes were huge and wet. “But...I told him that he would find out soon…”

“Yeah…” Inasa sighed. “No, it’s better like this, yeah? I gotta tell him. Can’t keep hidin’ behind flowers, yeah?”

He picked up his phone and texted Todoroki immediately. He said he was under the weather. Inasa thought he was going to throw up.

But then…a few days later, when Inasa picked him up for their trip to a teahouse, he was all smiles, happy and obviously pleased to see him.

That was a good sign, right?

---

“I love you.”

He crossed it out. Before he could start fresh, Bakugou grabbed the note, tearing it from his pad. He took the messy bouquet from him, wrapping it in the front page of the newspaper, all glares. Kirishima had been too beside himself to help out the week after he had been discovered, and Bakugou certainly didn’t care about the presentation. “You’re all fucking annoying, you know that?”

One week. Just one week.

And then, on Friday, after the normal rounds of drinks, when both of them were sober but somehow Todoroki had still let him drive him home, Inasa asked him to meet him for lunch on Monday. He agreed.

Three days.

When he got there, it was with lillies in one hand and strawberry shortcake in the other, his two favorite things. Inasa saw his door was opened, the inside - the whole building - quiet. He took a deep breath, prepared his nerves and didn’t even look up as he walked in. He was ready to accept everything Todoroki had to say the minute he saw the flowers. But when he walked in, there was...nothing. Not a word.

Because no one was there.

Inasa’s heart sank, and then dread filled him up like boiling water. Oh god, he found out. Oh god, he’s mad. Every worst case scenario was fighting for a first place in line now.

He waited for a few minutes. Maybe he went to the bathroom.

Nothing.

Maybe he went to Bakugou’s office. No, that one was empty too.

Inasa finally got up and left.

It was over. All of it. The flowers, the cakes, the drinks. How could he even look him in the eye now?

His phone buzzed, and Inasa ignored it. Another buzz. He took it out just as he was about to deposit the box and flowers in a large trash can. Just wandering had taken him half a mile from the office, and several message stared up at him.

HOW DID IT GO???

INASA INASA LOOK AT THE NEWS

IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR JACK ASS OVER HERE I’M GOING TO BURN DOWN YOUR OFFICE

That last one was from Bakugou of all people.

Inasa flew the rest of the way back.

---

“Thank you for trusting me.”

How could he have been such a fool to think that Todoroki would say no?

---

When Inasa came to pick him up for their second date - dinner, because he had gotten a “passing grade” with lunch - Todoroki let him inside and kissed him just inside the door. Even though he was taller, towering over his (maybe, hopefully, god, please let him call him) boyfriend, the feeling of Todoroki’s lips made him feel like he was going to take off and float away like a balloon.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Todoroki smiled and kissed his nose. “Where are my flowers?”

Inasa brought the small succulent out from behind his back, green waxy leaves open like petals on an arrangement of stones. “This one will last longer,” he whispered.

“Good.” He brought it in and put it next to the vase of lillies that were still holding on, to the right of the tiny painted pot of perennials, and when Inasa turned to leave, Todoroki took his hand and dragged him deeper into the apartment.

“What about dinner?” he asked even as he followed him along.

“It can wait.” His fingers were cool on his wrist, and his expression was playful. “I want dessert first.”

[pokefanbri]

https://www.facebook.com/104057744428568/posts/156998459134496/?sfnsn=mo&d=n&vh=e

Fucking told him its a huge red flag if someone doesn't get rid of their apps. Multiple apps. Smh 😠 "oh yea i don't use them anymore" proceeds to use fb dating app" for real come on bro!

Some comments of the post:

"If you have to be checking up on your Partner then you shouldn't be with that person.. Idk how people have time for all this .. love yourself and know your worth.."

"If you're in a serious committed exclusive relationship you should not be on tinder. That's how I met my fiance and as soon as we said we are gf and bf and exclusive we both deleted it. Honestly if I was her I would have broken up with him too"

"a person also has a right to trust their gut feeling and check things out if something's not feeling right. Knowledge is power"

I've already discussed this but this news clip further validates my point of the topic, nothing more. I could call him out on hs bs further with detail, but I won't....yet, out of respect even though he probably doesn't deserve it. Til he reaches me & apologizes for everything he's done, i can say whatever tf I want & i could make a whole damn list.

Its the events of this what happened that started our downfall to begin with cuz i didn't trust him & he didn't even try to gain it back just left it as is when I could've turned my back right then & there, no apology either. Didnt apologize much actually, not even when i last saw him. But from then we spiraled & he got bored of me. I wasn't giving him what he wanted in whatever way & he wanted to find more. Closed himself off from the beginning & that created his boredom 😒

Would've had a blast together like a normal fucking couple if he was less closed off, & wouldn't have felt the need to do shit behind my back.

I'll stop talking about it for now, I have the anger & urge to keep going but I wont...actually no Screw it im pissed 😡 but ill keep it light. Its just not fair, I did so much for him but I was disrespected in different aspects of the whole relationship. Fuck! I've talked about the positives alot cuz i do love him..but the negatives are such bs too.

I want a good ass sincere apology for all of it so I can forgive him & move on, ive already apologized myself even though I dont think I should have to 😒. Didnt even give me a straight answer for the breakup, it was always a different excuse when I know he just wanted to pursue other women without me around im not fucking stupid. His own toxicity was too much even for himself & I was in the line of fire, to where i was the toxic one? No fuck that its unacceptable, he always lied when it came to covering his own ass.

For all i know he's watching me squirm & taking pleasure in all the pain I'm going through over him cuz he likes the attention. But no I actually don't think so on that one he's still good & ill give him credit where its due. But I gave him all the attention he wanted/needed & still wanted more from someone else. Really dude fucking really!?

Man up & own up to your mistakes, speak to me where I can actually hear ur voice speaking back to me with sincerity. We'll apologize together. Yea ull be pissed about this, but after u get over it & calm down. Give in & call me, granted when ur ready, & open up for once in your damn reserved life. Itll help us both with more closure & may even take a weight off our shoulders if we just talk it out, no arguing...since we're done there's no point anyway..a friendly non judgment zone cuz idc, i won't think of u any less.

U confused me during & especially after the relationship cuz i didnt know who u really were, i know the good cuz that's what u allowed me to see, ive accepted the bad that I knew already & from what ive learned...i accepted u regardless.

I always forgave u & not cuz im passive, cuz forgiveness is what the Bible teaches.. ive forgiven u & myself the best i could especially with the last things ive showed u, (accept this part cuz im pissed rn & standing up for myself, ill delete eventually maybe if u ask cuz nobody wants to be seen any less of a person. but I can make it alot worse, calling me the mistake was the worst thing u ever said to me & pointing out your faults so u can be better throughout the relationship was my only toxicity to u) we actually never really fought except the 1 time, just argued a tiny bit rarely about little things.

Ive tried using every ounce of my courage to show u how much im sorry for any wrong ive done. but its up to u now to make things right. U know me, ive always said that u can talk to me about anything. I want to be able to trust again & move on whilst staying friends. What else do u have to lose, might even have a great heart to heart convo dude to dudet

Everything ive ever said up to this point lies all my Questions. But here's most of the list, we both were equally in control of the relationship. Maybe u didn't want me to? But doing everything I had to for myself & the household, what u & ur parents wanted of me & just me being me cuz i had to, u had your own part to play & did provide...but did u actually not want me to cater to u if it were a sign u were lazy or something? Like did u not feel worthy of me? What is it u think is my "addicting personality" that isn't fixable on the surface? What is it really that u didnt like about me? This is why i don't have closure, u left me like this, confused as well as wanting more since u held back so much. Was that on purpose to give me even more false hope & want me to pine over u? Did u ever or do u still, love me at all? What did u want from me & out of the relationship, what was the purpose of it from ur perspective & why do u think i couldn't give that to u? What did i lack that u felt compelled to not tell me so I could improve & vise versa so we both could improve? Why wouldn't u allow me to help u become a better man when (I shouldnt have to btw), its exactly what u wanted but maybe didnt see it? Do u realize your own faults even as u do them? Lol. Like i genuinely want to know as much as the good ive seen, cuz to be better the more open of a person u are the more u understand yourself too.

Unless claiming u want to be a better man is part of ur alluring charm in love bombing process to land a caring girl on purpose lol...god I hope not, that would just mean u rinse & repeat like a for real narcissist 🤔 seriously tho look into that im not even kidding, im asking cuz i care. Im pissed now but 1 thing is that im trying to not put ur behavior against u cuz maybe u can't help it, its just the way u are, all ive seen & experienced points to maybe 50% of u lol. Ive always suspected narcissism, a real psych problem that might be worth looking into. But yea 1 of the reasons especially why im so forgiving & trying not to put it against u, why i still care despite u being a dick lol. I chose to look past it, all the time & up to now cuz I understand what its like to have psychological ailments. The worst part about it is most dont realize it, so i encourage u to do some research & self reflection & admitting it to urself are the 1st steps. Okay? There's different kinds & levels to being 1 too, i found that fascinating. bryan is definitely a different type, ur more lighter than that...definitely not the worst which is the physical harm type. Trust me its worth finding out more about yourself, just dont use it to ur advantage in a bad way but i trust u to do right & grow. Not sure a discarded supply (ie me) has ever tried telling a narcy what they might be for the benefit of their own self awareness 🤔,idk if its ever been done, but theres a 1st for everything? U can find alot on it in quora digest alone but Google is also ur friend.

You always were worth every effort of mine to help u in any way to be happy, & i was most happy when u were. U mean alot to me still, its the effect u had on me, I was under ur spell lol its hard to rid myself of it still, not sure when it'll pass. I chose to see it as a gift rather than a curse, that ur effect on me is still so strong when I shouldn't give a damn. If u really are a narcy, then I understand & don't put alot against u cuz its just the way u are & i need to accept it, but if it somehow helps u to help yourself cuz of it, then whats the harm? But, even in doing this or having my socials public for u...maybe just feeds into what u want...i still dont care, I want u to see how bad or good im doing without u in my life, so u know im okay at least. U promised friendship, least I can do is allow u to keep tabs on me too we spoke of, on my end of things.

The 18th of June was the last time i saw u. It'll soon be a month ago in about a week & a 1/2 & your birthday would mark 2 months. Cant believe we couldn't even last through to that 😔

Mark my words playa I will be contacting u on that day lol. Can't ghost your homie forever sweetie

[avaalons]

Chris Evans Fic: Lucky Enough

I’m mega crushing on Dad!Chris at the moment, if you couldn’t tell. Will this dude just hurry up and have a couple of kids already? I’ll gladly volunteer as tribute!

So this is from the same verse as the last three, with the Model!You. This is more about Chris and the eldest child, Mason, though: ‘you’ doesn’t feature in it too heavily.

Also lots of dialogue. You know how much Chris loves a bedtime story ;)

***

It was Friday night and you were out with friends having a few cocktails and good catch up. Chris and the kids had dropped you off in the city earlier and he’d told you to go have fun. He knew how important it was for you to catch up with your friends, especially from Victoria’s Secret. It kept that part of your life present and Chris knew it was important for you to just be you, as well as being a wife and a mother. So he’d kissed you from the driver’s seat of the SUV and watched as you sashayed into the bar, before doing a u-turn and heading back home.

The kids had eaten earlier and after a movie (The Rescuers, because Chris believed in keeping the classics alive) and a quick bedtime story, they were all fast asleep in their respective beds.

Chris had mooched about with a beer in hand, playing with Dodger (as much as ten year old Dodger would allow) and watching a few sports commentary shows. Although, like all busy parents, Chris sometimes longed for an hour or two to himself in the day, when he actually got it, he found he was bored shitless. What did he even used to do with his time before he had you and the kids?

So when Mason, his eldest at eight years old, appeared at the living room door sleepily rubbing his eyes and looking a bit miserable, Chris found he was actually something close to being relieved.

‘Hey little man, what’s up? I thought you were asleep?’

‘I was but I think I had a bad dream and now I can’t get back to sleep.’

‘You want to sit here with me and Dodger for a bit, take your mind off it?’ Chris patted the sofa next to him.

Mason nodded and dropped himself down next to his dad.

'When will mom be home?’

'I’m not sure, she’s getting a ride back later. Is there something you want to talk about?’ Chris sensed there was a motivation behind the question. He hoped that all his children felt they were able to approach either of their parents equally with any problems but he understood as much as anyone that there were some things you just needed to talk to your mom about. In your absence, however, he needed to be that person for Mason.

'I don’t know… I feel like you’re going to be mad,’ Mason admitted uncomfortably, not making eye contact.

That immediately had all kinds of scenarios whirling around Chris’ mind.

'What’s wrong? Why would I be mad? Are you in trouble?’ He tried to keep the urgency out of his voice but knew he was failing.

'Oh it doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for mom tomorrow,’ Mason made to stand up but Chris gently tugged him back by his arm.

'Sorry dude, I just get worried. I promise I’ll just listen and not ask so many questions.’

'And you won’t get mad?’ Mason looked up hopefully from where he was now tucked under Chris’ arm.

Chris hesitated for a second, formulating the best answer, 'I reserve judgement on that, but as long as you’re okay, I won’t get mad.’

His son looked away again and, taking a deep breath, began to speak:

'So, some kids at school today, they were making fun of me called me an 'accident’. That I wasn’t supposed to be born. That you and mom didn’t want me.’

Mason had been right, Chris was mad. Where would a bunch of kids even get that notion? There had been some speculation around the time the news of your pregnancy broke and it’s closeness to the wedding date but how would kids even… fucking parents. The parents were even worse than the kids at that shitty school, Chris would swear it. Stuck up, judgemental parents who somehow thought that forking out tens of thousands of dollars for their kids education made them the law on everything, like everyone wasn’t paying fees there.

'Who was it? Give me names and I’ll email the principal right now,’ Chris demanded, plucking his phone from where it rested on the coffee table.

'Dad, no!’ Mason panicked, and then started to get frustrated, 'Forget it, I’ll just talk to mom tomorrow.’

He ran from the room and Chris could hear his footsteps one after the other up the stairs. He was caught somewhere between boiling rage and confusion. Firstly, how dare anyone say those kinds of things to his son! But swiftly overtaking that rage was the realisation that he needed to help Mason right now, and not fly off the handle bombarding half his teachers with emails on a Friday night.

So, he rose from the sofa and followed the footsteps his son had taken only moments earlier. He gently knocked on Mason’s door and pushed it fully open to the darkness of his room. The glow-in-the-dark stars cast tiny shadows against the models of planets that hung from the ceiling. In the slice of light that fell through the doorway from the hall, Chris could make out a Mason-shaped lump on his bed, covered completely, head and all, by his constellation bed sheets.

Chris took his silence and stillness as a blessing to enter and he sank himself down onto the mattress where he thought Mason’s feet may have been.

'Mase? I’m sorry dude, I said I’d listen and I didn’t. But I’ve realised it’s more important that I tell you the truth than go mad at the punks that upset you.’

That had Mason shifting and his head emerged as he folded his sheets over, tucking them under his arms.

'What do you mean, the truth?’ His voice was thick and Chris’ heart broke knowing that he’d been crying. Kids could be so mean to each other.

'The truth about you, of course,’ Chris spoke like Mason should know exactly what he was talking about.

'Dad, tell me.’

'I was on a press conference panel for the last Avengers film. I’d been away from your mom for a just over a month and it was pretty hard, being away that long when we were getting married so soon. And it was really busy then and we were on different time zones and it was really difficult to talk on the phone.’

'But I remember feeling my phone buzz in my pocket when I was stood in the wings waiting to go out on the stage and I pulled it out quickly to check it. I saw it was your mom and the first line I saw on my notifications was 'I really hate to do this via text…’ and I immediately jumped to all the worst conclusions.’

'What does that mean, Dad?’ Mason enquired.

'It means I was already imagining that something bad had happened. I thought she was going to tell me she wanted to break up with me!’ Chris’ hands were flying along with his words.

'Daaaaddddd, that would never happen!’ Mason rolled his eyes but he sat up in his bed with a chuckle and Chris knew he was swimming to the surface of his worries.

'I know right?! But that’s what I thought when I saw that first line!’

'So you had to read it before you went out, right?’ Mason leant forward slightly, enthralled.

'Of course! So, heart pounding, I opened up the message. The host is outside whipping up the crowd and announcing us but I don’t hear any of it because I’m so focused on this message and can you guess what it said?’ Chris leant forward towards Mason, eyes wide.

'Just tell me! Please!’

'It said, 'I really hate to do this via text but you’re not due home for weeks and we keep playing phone tag and I just need you to know. You remember I said I’ve been feeling pretty weird for a couple of weeks? Well, after ruling all obvious things out, I just took a test and… we’re having a baby! Have a great day sweetheart, even though I know it will be impossible to have anything but now. Call me when you get a chance so we can be excited together. Love you.’

'Was that me? Was I the baby?’ Mason was up on his knees now, clinging on to Chris’ arm and bouncing.

'You sure were,’ Chris laughed.

'Wait,’ his son went from barely able to contain his excitement to still and contemplative, 'How do you even remember all that?’

Chris pulled him into his side, 'Dude, you know what my job is, right?’

'Yeah, but it’s been years! I’m eight years old now! And you don’t really act much now!’

'Okay, okay, you got me. I screenshot it straight away and I’ve had it saved in my Cloud ever since. Want to see?’

Mason just nodded eagerly and so Chris grabbed his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and located the screenshot. He passed it to Mason who held it between his palms like it was precious. He read the screen, his little face of wonder glowing in the back light.

'Did you reply?’ he turned to Chris after reading the message.

'Not by text. Everyone else was heading out on to the stage around me and I had to go with them. I sat down in front of everyone, loads of people in the crowd, all screaming and lights flashing and music playing and I knew that I had to be there, it was part of my job.’

'But I couldn’t focus. On anything. I was ready to burst inside. And I knew that if I didn’t call your mom right there and then, it could be days and days before we got to talk again. Someone asked me a question and I didn’t even hear it. All the cast were looking at me like I had three heads and I was frozen in my own thoughts.’

'And I just got up and left. I had to speak to your mom and I couldn’t tell everyone there about the news I’d just got even though it was exploding from me. So I walked off stage.’

'No way! Dad!’ Mason exclaimed in awe.

'I’d never done anything like that before. It’s on YouTube!’

Chris pulled up the YouTube app and, doing a quick search, found the video.

'Did you get in trouble?’ Mason wondered after watching it.

'A little bit, but no one could be too mad a few weeks later when we could share the news with our friends.’

'And were they excited too?’ Mason didn’t quite meet his eyes but Chris could hear the hope in his voice.

'Mase, everyone was excited. You were the best news we could ever share with anyone. Just think about Christmas and birthdays for a minute. What are the best kinds of presents?’

Mason sat still while he thought and eventually came up with an answer, 'When you get something you wanted but didn’t think you would get.’

'Exactly, and finding out about you was like getting all my surprise birthday and Christmas presents at once,’ Chris squeezed him to his side in a one-armed hug, 'I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to get you so soon, but you arrived and made my life a thousand times better.’

'I did?’ Mason looked up at him with eyes exactly the same as yours.

'You did,’ Chris replied definitively, 'and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.’

***

It was after one a.m. when you snuck into the house after a really fun night out with your friends. You tiptoed straight upstairs and, one after the other, headed into the rooms of all your children to kiss them goodnight, gently so as not to wake them.

Mason’s room was the furthest from the stairs so you got to his last, but was surprised upon entering to find not only your eldest son but also your husband, fast asleep.

Chris was on his back, one leg hanging over the side of the narrow bed, one hand resting on his chest. His other arm held Mason, who was using Chris’ shoulder as a pillow, to him tightly.

You paused beside them to take in just how adorable they were before leaning over to gently shake Chris awake. You didn’t have the heart to leave him as he was, knowing how uncomfortable he’d be in the morning having slept in this position.

His eyes fluttered open and you leant down to kiss him lightly.

'Hey babe, didn’t want you to be sore in the morning, although the two of you are the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my life.’

'Thanks sweetheart,’ came the drowsy reply.

Chris came round slowly and realised where he was. He ever so carefully slid Mason’s head on to his pillow and stood up, taking care not to jostle the bed too much.

You leant over to press your lips to Mason’s forehead and followed Chris to your bedroom. You did a quick brush of your teeth and swiped the majority of your make up off with a face wipe before stripping down to your underwear and heading for bed.

'Was he okay?’ you asked as you climbed in under the sheets next to your husband.

'Yeah, he’s fine now,’ Chris pulled you to him, already beginning to drift off having not really fully woken up from his nap in Mason’s room, 'I’ll tell you the full story in the morning but we had a good chat about what happened when we found out we were having him.’

'I hope you showed him the screenshot and the video,’ you replied, beginning to fall to sleep yourself.

'Yeah, he knows all about it now.’

[p1-fanfiction-blog]

Break The Ice

Characters: AJ Styles x Kenny Omega

Summary: After being single for a long period of time, AJ finally decides to listen to his friend’s advice and gives the dating scene a try. He just wasn’t expecting the first time to be in a place like this. Or with the same sex, for that matter.

Warnings: m/m sex, and um.. not really anything to be warned about. Maybe just a whole lotta smut, language, and bad writing. This is also kind of an A/U fic, meaning no wrestling related stuff will be involved. Also stating the obvious that if you don’t like slash pairings.. look away!!

•••

The bright city lights were certainly a sight to behold, and it’s something he would never get sick of. He loved this city, and he’s only been here for a couple of weeks. The food, the culture, and especially the gaming shops and arcades– are what he found most enjoyable during his stay. He relaxed himself onto the bed shortly after returning from having dinner with his friends, gazing out the large hotel window that overlooked the beautiful Tokyo, Japan. It was truly mesmerizing, and yet…

AJ Styles was already bored.

For the first time since his arrival he’d already got sick of the usual routine. He was usually a homebody, more of a private person if you will, and yet for some reason he wanted to get out and do some more exploring. A lot of ideas popped into his head but he didn’t feel like doing any of it alone. He sent Karl a text and asked if he was up for a few rounds.

AJ: Lets go find a pub or somewhere to hang out and talk. I’m bored.

Karl: Sorry, Hoot. I’m hanging with the wife atm. Did you ask Luke?

AJ: No reply from him. You guys suck.

Karl: What did I tell you before? Make a damn Tinder and find someone. It’s about time your grumpy ass did.

AJ rolled his eyes and sighed. He’d only heard of Tinder because of his dumb friend and he thought the idea of it was stupid. To him the site seemed like it was made for desperate people with no self esteem. But Karl might be right. Maybe he needed to hit up the dating scene even if it wasn’t anything serious (which was the last thing he wanted as he was married for almost 20 years prior). It’s not that he was afraid of it because he was always a confident type of man, it just that he’s never had the time for it. So now that he’s utterly bored and all of his work was finished he kind of had no idea how to go about it at this day and age. And after sitting around and giving it some thought after a few minutes, he decided what the hell. Why not? He was STILL bored as shit and wanted some form of entertainment even nothing came of it in the end.

He installed the app and in under a minute it was ready to go. He didn’t have many recent photos of himself from his Facebook (he never logged on much) so he decided to take a quick ‘selfie’ of himself. At first he snapped the usual and decided that one was dull. Next he snapped a photo of himself standing in the mirror, but then deleted it as he wasn’t happy with that one either and thought it looked too weird. He repeated this about ten times before he was finally satisfied with the picture he took, then wanted to laugh at himself after as he probably looked ridiculous doing it.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” AJ mused at himself, and continued to fill out the rest of his profile. There were only a few options, such as which photo you’d like use as your main feature, adding your personal interests, a “pick-up line” to which he added, “Just seeing where this takes me”.. pretty straight forward and easy stuff. And last but most important.. what sex he was interested in.

Now this is something he really had to think about for a minute. He was always into both genders, and before he got married to a woman he had his fair share of “experimenting” in high school but never really went all the way– and he sure as hell wouldn’t let it be known back then either (given as it wasn’t accepted as easily, and him playing on the football team being a contributing factor). But as he thought about it a little more, he was definitely willing to be open to it again. Because really, there was no big deal to it. So with one final tap to his profile, he set his preferences to Female and Male. Maybe he will find more friends this way if dating doesn’t go the way he wanted it to. And getting to know more people was something AJ wouldn’t actually mind either since Karl and Luke were being asses right now.

Thirty minutes rolled by and so far there wasn’t any success. He had about eighteen potential matches and none of them spoke English. And when he did come across someone who was Caucasian, she was from France and couldn’t speak it very well either. AJ was about to give up until someone else caught his eye.

Kenny. 31 years old. Canada, is what was in the description. They also had some matching interests, and many of them at that. Although much younger he wasn’t bad looking either. Curly blonde hair, blue eyes, cute smile– hell, he was even wearing a lime green shirt with the Legend Of Zelda written across it. A little geeky looking but that didn’t matter. AJ didn’t hesitate to swipe right on the profile and soon after was done with it as he wasn’t gonna attempt to find anyone else again. He tossed his phone onto the bed beside as he opened up a bottle of water and took a quick swig from it. And only seconds after his phone dinged and he opened up his notifications to see who it was.

Its a Match!

AJ’s interest in this was now more at peak. He wasn’t expecting a match so quickly but then again he wasn’t complaining either. Soon after messages were being exchanged and AJ’s night was about to get more interesting.

AJ: How it’s going tonight?

K: Hey! Not too bad. Just getting ready actually. How are you?

AJ: Bored as hell! And getting ready huh? Big plans tonight?

K: Nothing too special. I’m going to a little bar I like to frequent on the weekends. It’s not everyday I come across a cute guy from America on here!

AJ couldn’t help but chuckle at that. It certainly was different to get a compliment like that from another man, but nonetheless he still really appreciated it. That made him feel good.

AJ: I could say the same. So far tonight I’ve had no luck on this thing lol! I’ll let you finish what you’re doing.

K: If you’re still bored within the hour, why don’t you come join me? I’ll be at The 505 and it’s only a few blocks down from where I stay so it won’t be hard to find.

He stared at Kenny’s reply for a minute before coming to a final decision. He’s never done this before in his life. And he was now contemplating on whether he should meet a complete stranger or not. But it was in a public setting and the night wasn’t growing any younger. He thought to himself to hell with it and decided why not. According to the app Kenny was less than 2 miles away from him so it’s not like he was about to get lost or kidnapped for that matter.

AJ: I’ll be there.

And with that the date was on. He received a response only seconds after, a single smiley emoticon and AJ was starting to get excited for this. He wondered what he should wear and suddenly felt like he was 17 again. Trying on different outfits and he wasn’t sure what would be appropriate for a bar. He was very limited on clothing and dressed mostly for comfort or working out, but he finally did decide on a blue mid-sleeved plaided shirt, a pair of jeans, and as usual included the sterling silver necklace he always loved to wear. Before taking one last glance in the mirror as he was happy with the way he looked, so he undressed again and headed for the shower.

•••

11:00pm rolled around as AJ arrived to his destination. He took in his surroundings and noticed that where he was wasn’t just “some little bar” but it almost seemed like a nightclub. The lineup to get in wasn’t too bad, so it wasn’t a very long wait before he got inside the building. It was dark and the only source of lighting came from the stairway that headed into the basement. There was a man at the bottom who scanned his I.D. and he didn’t complain one bit at that, paid for the small cover charge, and he was allowed through the doorway.

Yeah, this was definitely NOT just a bar. It was a nightclub. And a gay one at that. The place was also pretty huge and wondered how he would find anybody here. AJ pulled out his phone and saw that he had a message waiting from Kenny, and said that if he was there he would have table 14 reserved for them. “Where the hell would that be?” He muttered to himself as he began to take in his surroundings. This place was pretty wild. Pink florescent lights filled the entire dance floor, the music was sort of a mix between J-pop and House, and both the waitresses and waiters all wore the same white lingerie with bunny ears on top of their heads. Luckily one of them who spoke English came along to assist AJ in finding his table, which was empty when he got there so he ordered a drink and waited for his date to arrive. The club slowly began to fill up with more patrons as he tapped along the glittery tabletop nervously. He really hasn’t done this in years. And he also felt ridiculous being there as he was very underdressed compared to most of the people here.

He messaged Kenny one more time to let him know that he just got to his table. As soon as he sent the text he looked up and noticed that a younger man was watching him from the bar. Smiling at AJ, he began to strut toward him with a drink in his hand. The man was wearing dark sunglasses, a black pair of leather pants, a long leather coat, a pair of matching gloves, and no shirt underneath. This dude was certainly a show-off, but he was also great looking. So AJ wasn’t complaining. He really was a sight to behold.

“Good evening,” he greeted AJ as he took his sunglasses off he instantly recognized who he was and realized this man who had been checking him out was Kenny from Tinder. He did not look anything like his pictures. In fact, his hair was much longer, and different colours of black and silver apposed to the short, curly blonde hair he tried to keep a look out for. He was also very tanned in person. And also quite fit, at that. “You like what you see, big guy?” Kenny teased as he took a slow sip of his drink. AJ smiled and leaned back into the soft cushions of the private booth, not knowing that he was staring at his date. “You look very different from your photos. I almost didn’t know who you were at first,” he replied. Kenny chuckled as he placed his drink in front of him. “I’m never on much and I forgot to update my pics. So I guess tonight is your lucky night.” This cocky bastard. AJ smiled back and leaned forward as the same waitress who helped him earlier placed shots of two Lemon Drops, two Sour Jacks, and two bottles of Sapporo in front of them. AJ quirked a brow at this. That was a lot to start off with for a first date. “What? I can’t do these shots all by myself,” Kenny winked, sliding one of the yellow-tinted shots towards AJ when the another waitress came back to take Kenny’s empty cup. He clinked the glasses together. “To a fun night, with a fun guy.” Kenny took his shot like a pro and licked his lips. AJ took his shot, enjoying the lemonade, sour flavour.

Kenny thanked her in Japanese and AJ continued on with the conversation, he had a feeling that this night was about to get interesting. “Actually, you look better than the pictures. I was pretty certain I was gonna ditch the other guy and go for you instead,” he mused. Kenny bit his lip in response and held his right hand out toward AJ. “I’ll be sure to let him know. I’m Kenny. And I must say that you’re also quite the looker in person,” he winked as he introduced himself again, biting his straw in the process. What a little fucking tease. They both took their second shots and soon after noticed Kenny might have been checking him out again. AJ’s heart began to race. It felt like it was his very first date all over again, and despite his nerves this little get together so far was very enjoyable.

The night went on and Kenny was everything AJ had hoped for him to be. The conversations started out as small talk, and as the drinks began to kick in the outright flirting returned as the main interest again. “So please, please explain to me as to why you’re single again?” Kenny asked, taking a sip of his Long Island. “I don’t get it. You’re sexy, you love video games, I mean you know more about them than most guys I’ve known my whole life. I can’t even count how many nergasms you’ve already given me tonight.” AJ smirked at the statement and laughed. It’s been a good while since someone has told him he was sexy. “Just a loner type of guy, I guess,” he shrugged.

Kenny smirked back. “So you got the whole intimidating, mysterious look going on for you. It must scare off people off.”

The waitress was back with two more shots and seemed to have been apologizing for interrupting the two men. Kenny spoke in Japanese once more and gave her a friendly wave-off. Something about him speaking another language was a huge turn-on. And AJ wondered if he was a long-term resident. “Am I intimidating?” he asked Kenny as he smiled dangerously.

“Nope,” Kenny replied, chewing on the end of his straw again. God damn it, AJ’s mind was going places that he hadn’t intended to when they only met a couple of hours ago. Especially if Kenny was acting innocent about having a supposed unconscious oral fixation.

“You hear me, AJ?”

“Huh?” AJ replied snapping out of his daze.

Kenny slid the shot glass over to AJ as they clinked them together. “To a fun morning, with a fun guy.” AJ took the shot with Kenny as he listened to him giggle, his body growing hot at the implications of his statement. He was definitely getting laid tonight and AJ didn’t mind at all.

AJ couldn’t help but stare at his date’s abs (again) at this point when he wasn’t looking, and every so often would find himself trailing down to Kenny’s groin. He really wasn’t looking for sex on the first date at first but the temptations grew stronger as the alcohol was starting to kick in– and at a faster pace. His eyes slowly trailed back up to his face as Kenny leaned in closer. “Don’t worry, I’ve been looking too,” Kenny whispered as he tucked a few strands of AJ’s hair behind his ear, the warmth of his breath against his lobe instantly sending shivers down his spine. AJ swallowed nervously and tipped his head back, exposing more of his neck allowing Kenny more access if he wanted to. “Yeah?” He replied.

“Mm-hmm..” Kenny answered, using one of his gloved hands to rub AJ’s inner thigh as he used his teeth to lightly graze across the sensitive flesh behind the earlobe. He gave AJ a few light kisses there as well just to tease him even further. His hardening member was now starting to strain against the tightness of his jeans as he slowly thrust hips up to feel more Kenny’s hand. “Let’s say we get out of here and continue this at my place?” There wasn’t even any questioning of Kenny’s suggestion. They left their money for the drinks on the table and were both soon leaving to his flat in a cab.

Leas than 10 minutes later Kenny was shoving AJ into the corner in the backseat of the cab, his tongue down his throat as he climbed up and settled himself on top of AJ’s lap. He was now grinding into him as if tonight was the last time he would ever fuck.

To be fair, AJ was feeling the same way.

AJ gripped at Kenny’s hips, his fingers running back to his ass and squeezing hard. Kenny whined and AJ made a mental note to be sure he would make his date make that noise at least a thousand times tonight.

Not too long after the cab stopped and they were now at their destination. They quickly fixed themselves up and Kenny paid the driver, both not caring about the odd looks they were receiving from the old man all the way there. “Come on,” Kenny grabbed AJ’s hand as they helped each other out of the vehicle. They continued their heavy make-out session in the elevator. Tongues where fighting for dominance and hands were grabbing everywhere. And before they both knew it Kenny had the unlocked the door to his flat, slamming the it open and tugging AJ in, pushing him towards the bedroom. He held in a yell of surprise when he felt his back falling into the bedsheets, and an impatient Kenny already halfway up his hips, grinding into him, his soft mouth giving AJ’s neck kisses and nipping at it with his teeth.

“F-Fuck, Kenny..”

“Mm, yeah.. there’s gonna be a lot of that I’m afraid,” he replied as he ground into AJ, his eyes looking playful and eager.

AJ watched as Kenny sat up and slowly peeled off the shiny jacket and gloves, revealing more of his well-toned body. He reached up and ran his finger tips down from Kenny’s chest before trailing down and teasing his abs, then settled at resting his hands on his hips as he dug his fingernails deep into them– making Kenny breathe inward sharply as AJ thrust back up into him much harder than they were doing. “Two can play that game, and just warning you right now that you ain’t winning it.” Kenny moaned again as he rocked his hips down again in response. “Top or bottom?” AJ asked.

“Both,” Kenny replied.

AJ grinned, working at Kenny’s pants buttons but not getting very far. They were tight, black leather pants which screamed all sorts of sexiness. But of course a damn tease like him would wear them. “Take them off,” he practically snarled. Kenny chuckled and hopped off of AJ, slowly peeling his legs out as if this were his own personal striptease.

And that was it. No underwear. Nothing was worn underneath.

“You have to go commando in these pants, obviously,” Kenny winked. AJ was now painfully hard.

“Yes, I worked hard for my god-like body… But let’s not stare all day, what are you waiting for?” Kenny asked, his hands on his hips as he nodded his head at AJ’s clothed crotch.

“You’re such a dork,” AJ replied as he sat up, he unbuttoned his flannel shirt as he tossed it aside. It landed on the lampshade. “I always wanted to do that.” He continued stripping out of his jeans easily as he pulled his boxers down at the same time.

“And you’re such a nerd,” Kenny responded. “A fucking gorgeous one, might I add.”

There was a moment where it was now Kenny who couldn’t help but stare. His eyes taking over AJ’s body and AJ almost had a moment of self-consciousness, his brain hurdling him back to high school when the guys in the locker room would check him out after football practice.

He wasn’t ever a slut, but he had his fair share with women before he got married. As for men, the furthest he’s ever went with that was kissing and a lot of touching, but never all the way. But either way. He never wanted to fool around with someone on the first date. This time it was different, and he’s not afraid to let it happen. His clouded judgement had thrown all of his pride he had carried before out the window.

“One last thing,” Kenny suggested. He leaned over toward the dresser and a light glowed on his face. He wondered what the heck he was doing wasting time with when AJ realized that it was an iPod. He set it up on the dock, the speakers picking up on the music. Change by The Deftones began to fill out the room. “I love this song,” Kenny grinned, crawling over AJ and attacking his mouth for the 10th time that night.

AJ didn’t think he’d ever get used to how voracious Kenny was, how aggressive. It was intriguing and amazing and absolutely sexy to have someone all over him for once. And AJ couldn’t help it. He started grinding up into the sexual heat, Kenny’s mouth falling open as their naked erections rubbed hard against each other. He grabbed a handful of Kenny’s hair and bit the side of his neck, the nip of affection that had Kenny gasping and grabbing at AJ’s shoulder blades.

“Umf– AJ– FUCK ME,” Kenny demanded, he legs wrapping around AJ’s waist and pulling him in tight, causing a friction so sweet that AJ was afraid he was gonna cream before even going inside.

“Fuck Kenny.”

“Mmhm,” he pursed. Thrusting his hips and rocking in all the right ways to drive AJ absolutely out of his mind.

“Turn around,” Kenny demanded.

“What?”

“Turn around, AJ, I feel like I’m gonna explode if I don’t get this part out of the way first. So turn the fuck around.” He wasn’t sure what Kenny meant by telling him to turn around, unless he meant…?

Before AJ could say anything, Kenny jumped off of him and pulled both of his arms forward. Forcing AJ to land on his hands and knees and this began to frighten him. Hadn’t they already made it clear that he was NOT going to bottom tonight? “Wait a minute, Ken- I don’t do this.”

“Shut up,” Kenny barked. Before AJ could protest any further Kenny crawled underneath AJ’s legs and laid down on his back, taking him by surprise by shoving his cock deep into Kenny’s mouth. “O-Ooh, god damn it,” AJ moaned as Kenny hummed in approval, making him jerk down into the hot, wet heat as he almost struggled to balance himself up. At the angle they were in Kenny was allowing AJ to fuck his throat at full force. The gagging noises that were coming out from the man below him was like music to his ears, and after a few minutes of this AJ was almost real close to cumming.

Kenny seemed to sense this as he popped AJ’s dick out of his mouth. “Lay down,” he commanded. AJ managed to breathe out a chuckle as he did what he was told. “You sure are a bossy one. I’m gonna have to teach you some manners one day.”

“Its gonna take a lot of that to try and tame me, babe,” Kenny groaned as he pushed AJ down onto his back, straddling him as he reached over to the dresser again to grab a small bottle of lube. AJ watched in awe as Kenny poured some over his fingertips and began fingering himself, then applying a generous amount onto AJ’s length soon after. God, he was so perfect right now.

“Wait, Kenny, I gotta let you know.. I ain’t never done this–”

AJ’s mouth fell open into an O before he could continue. Kenny was already sitting down onto AJ’s length, slowly but soon after it finally gave way when he moved his hips at a slighter angle. They were both breathing hard, and AJ tried not to give into temptation to pound his tight ass right then and there as he didn’t want to hurt him. Kenny began to rock his hips the rest of the way down, letting out a whimper as he tried to adjust to AJ’s size.

“Fuuuuuuck,” AJ moaned, his fingers were now digging into Kenny’s hip bones. The euphoric feeling of him around his cock was SO much different than sex with a woman. And daresay he may even enjoy it better this way. Kenny was so fucking tight. And at this point he was almost wishing that he didn’t receive the amazing blowjob prior to this. He didn’t wanna cum just yet. He had to stay still, he had to stay still, he had to stay still…

“Okay, okay, go ahead,” Kenny urged, and so AJ did. He gently thrust his hips upwards, testing the waters. Kenny grunted, was that negative or positive?

“Oh my god, AJ. Just fuck me already,” Kenny ordered, kissing AJ again as they began to move their hips together.

“Shit,” AJ growled as he finally found a rhythm. He pushed himself up, chest to chest with Kenny as they thrust against each other, his hands digging into AJ’s hair and tugging and damn did it ever feel good. “Look at you, acting like a little whore all night and now that you finally took me home.. I’ll be damned if you try tell me what to do.”

Kenny was practically chanting as AJ was now repeatedly stabbing up at his prostate. He could also tell that Kenny enjoyed the dirty talk just as much as he did with the way his body responded. He was definitely the most vocal lover AJ has ever encountered, and he took it with pride that he had him under control with just the use of his cock. He absolutely loved it.

“Are you ready for your first lesson, slut?” AJ darkly whispered into Kenny’s ear.

He wasted no time in connecting his hand hard onto Kenny’s ass, causing a whimper to escape from his lips. It wasn’t good enough. A second swat came in and this time it was much harder. Then AJ did it again, and again, and again… each time more harder then before until he had Kenny crying out more for him. All the while still pounding away at his ass and leaving love bites all across his chest.

Kenny was a complete fucking mess and AJ loved every second of it.

He tried to pull Kenny closer, but it was impossible as they were already as close as two people could be without becoming one. He growled low in his chest as Kenny announced he was about to come, and just in time too as AJ was teetering on the edge as well.

“Fucking hell!” Kenny screamed. His whole body was jerking as he came between them, no contact to his cock whatsoever. He never thought of it before but to AJ it was now one of the hottest things he’s ever witnessed. He hissed at the contracting muscles milking him and he couldn’t hold it anymore. Not with Kenny looking and sounding like this. AJ groaned, cupping Kenny’s ass as he thrust hard as he could just a couple more times before exploding up into Kenny’s body.

They groaned in relief as if they had been dying of thirst as they both just sat there. Holding each other and not moving, their heads resting on one another’s shoulder. They were both sticky and a mess but neither of them cared. “Nnnn,” Kenny hummed. “You came inside of me.”

“Jesus Christ,” AJ murmured, kissing the other man along his neck and along the jawline. “We just met, I punished the shit outta you, and that’s all you gotta say?”

“Does this mean we gotta use handcuffs next time?” Kenny purred, his arms still wrapped around AJ’s neck as he nuzzled their noses together. “Don’t tempt me,” AJ replied. “I just might make your future lessons more harsh than tonight.”

Oh shit, this kid was gonna be the death of him.

Kenny started to shift, ready to detangle himself, but AJ just kept him in his place. God damn, he was strong.

“No! Just a while longer. I kinda like this feeling,” AJ said sleepily, seeming unbothered by the sticky cum on their abdomens that was now feeling gross and cold to Kenny. And there’s also the fact that the soreness was starting to kick in. “I feel like a fucking cum rag. Let me go,” Kenny laughed as he was finally released out of AJ’s grip. He slowly rolled off of him so they can lay next to each other. Maybe in a bit they can finally muster enough strength get themselves up and help clean each other off.

He most definitely would have to thank Karl for this one. Finally an idea of his that actually wasn’t stupid.

If you made it this far, congrats! It’s the end!! *throws rainbow streamers in your face* Okay, I only proofread this one time so there might be some mistakes. And I know this took forever to post but there it is. Sorry if it seems long, or even too short for some tastes. And as usual.. like or reblog if you enjoyed reading it. Comment if you didn’t. Any and all criticism is welcome here. :) ps. for some stupid reason I couldn’t tag anyone AGAIN! Believe it or not I write and publish all my stories through mobile, so that’s another reason why this takes so long lmaooooo! I apologize if I���ve left a lot of you out. Again, I hate the mobile app. Someone buy me a laptop for my birthday. 

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HTC 'Ocean Note' Likely to Launch as HTC U Ultra, Headphone Jack Ditched

Information said to be from an unverified source, the U Ultra will feature a 6″ display, but no 3.5mm headphone jack. Providing just a USB Type-C port, HTC is following in the footsteps of courageous companies such as Apple, Moto, and LeEco. Considering HTC used to be known for taking audio on smartphones quite seriously, the expulsion of the headphone jack is quite ironic.

We’ll likely hear everything we need to know on January 12 when HTC hosts their event. In the meantime, let’s hear your thoughts on this 3.5mm jack situation. Is HTC making a really bad move with its removal?

Via: @OnLeaks

Honestly, right now a headphone jack is a luxury rather than a necessity for me. 95% of the time I listen to music off my phone it’s in my truck or with bluetooth headphones. I only use my headphones at work when I want to watch or hear something off my phone and don’t want people around me to hear. But if ditching it is all for the sake of “thinness,” it is so stupid since I would rather have a thicker phone with a ginormous battery than the thinnest phone possible.

jshep23

I hope that HTC KEEPS the Headphone Jack. They should not let what Apple and the FALSE future hinder their sound performance.

Marc Perrusquia

Hopefully this is finally a 6″ flagship, was hoping with the name “ultra” they would make it a 6.44″ display but at those point even a 6″ screen will make me happy.

Mike Menlo

I definitely think so. I use it all the time. HTC10, it has good sound – for a phone. High-end headphones, though, sound like a real stereo sounds. I know many ear bud makers are going Bluetooth, but I still prefer the plug.

Shadowstare

I love HTC. I’m a HTC Defender and Supporter. But there is no way hell I want a 6 inch phone with or one without a headphone jack. Nope nope Nope. I hope there’s a market for it for HTC’s sake. But I ain’t it.

Odellpi

For me the loss of the 3.5 jack is not a big deal for me. I do everything Bluetooth. To lose the jack means slimmer phone. Just my opinion.

The Dude

The only way losing the headphone jack makes any sense is if it translates to a bigger battery and longer life on said battery.

TylerCameron

If I could get a remake of the 1520 or N6 running Nougat, I’d be in heaven.

Marc Perrusquia

I’ve gone through most of the Flagships since the Nexus 6 was released and the screens were just too small. So dug my Nexus 6 out, installed Pure Nexus, which is running 7.1.1 Nougat, the latest security build, and have ElementalX installed. So I have my super high brightness mod which forces the AMOLED display to overpower to 500 nitts, have the 805 overclocked to 3ghz, and have the speakers boosted a bit. It’s not quite as fast as my HTC 10, but it’s faster than my S7 Edge was stock, and almost as fast as my 6p on Pure Nexus with the same mods. Only problem is with all these mods the battery dies pretty fast, but the Nexus 6 is still a hell of a phone.

Sporttster

Won’t be buying any phones without a headphone jack…..

Anoneyemou5e

How will this work with NextRadio, where you have to use the headphones as an antenna? Or that little click button adaptor that gives your phone an extra button for custom actions? (Seriously, I thought it was cool at 1st, bought 2, used one for about an hour….) But the NextRadio app does seem to be gaining steam. So that part of the question I’m serious about

John

They should strive to the most courageous and remove the phone itself.

atc-tech

Yes, they are making a bad move. It can’t possibly save enough room inside the case and engineering effort to take it out. There does not appear to be any reason at all to do it. Apple did it so they can sell more AirPods and lighting to 3.5mm connectors. Anyone who doesn’t understand that is a fool. So, why are other manufacturers following this lame trend!?

What is in it for HTC if we have to go choose from the 1,000 available adapters for USB-C to 3.5mm? Or if we buy 1 of 1000000 available bluetooth headphones (which we obviously don’t want, since we’re using 3.5mm jacks still). Apple people will buy Airpods because the guy at the Apple store told them that they work best with their iPhone. Android doesn’t work that.

Android works like this: If you SOMEHOW manage to convince the guy at the Verizon or ATT store that you’re NOT going to get the iphone 7, then they’ll just toss your “piece of crap” android phone box at you and tell you good luck with it. They might show you the 2 different cases they have in stock for it… just because they get a cut of accessory sales (probably 10%).

They probably won’t even KNOW if the phone has a 3.5mm jack or not. They’ve most likely never seen one out of the box longer than it takes to activate it and throw it out the door.

So, what is the point? Why take away the 3.5mm jack when people are going to use it? Premium headphone manufacturers aren’t making all USB-C headphones with no 3.5mm jacks. So, when Grado, Sennheiser, and whoever else all start selling USB-C headphones in lieu of 3.5mm, then you can take it out of phones. Until then, why are you doing it? To be like Apple/iPhone? That’s just stupid. I just don’t get it.

Suicide_Note

So long, headphone jack. Time for people to embrace wireless headphones.

Marc Perrusquia

Wireless headphones will never match a good wired set.

YuCMi

Does HTC want to remain irrelevant that badly?

VAVAMk_2

DanG

Orion

Tyler Durden

TriguyRN

It’s going to be unusable if they don’t shrink the bezels. Even the Nexus 6 is huge with its super small bezels.

Marc Perrusquia

You must have tiny hands. The Nexus 6 is too small, my Z Ultra with a 6.44″ and bezels way bigger than HTC’s was the perfect size. I’ve been using all these tiny 5-5.7″ flagships ever since. The Z Ultra ruined me.

sc0rch3d

will this be a preview of the pixel 2? if G is really serious about hardware, i don’t think it would jump mfg every year. on top of that, could HTC develop 2 separate flagship phones?

Good_Ole_Pinocchio

I doubt this is a flagship – It’s too early in the year. I think it’s a new line altogether probably replacing the Desire line…but I don’t really know anything.

BobButtons

To me, I’m still not understanding the benefits of ditching the headphone jack. I see it as placing a huge object in the middle of the road without explanation. When people question the person on it, they say “Well, it’s no big deal. There are multiple ways to drive around it.” All I think is, so? That doesn’t help at all explain the benefits of it happening in the first place. I’m not saying there aren’t any and I’d probably adapt and deal without it, but so far all explanations for dropping it are describing ways to overcome the obstacle, not explain why the obstacle needs to exist.

sc0rch3d

there’s got to be an accessory agenda. we would be ignorant to think (at least once) there’s a back room conversation between OEM’s and accessory makers like “ok dude, you should totally ditch the headphone jack and push my wireless headphones. I’ll give you 10% of my profits.”

ChrisI

wouldn’t doubt it for a second.

That makes sense for Apple since they use a proprietary Lightning cable/jack that every accessory OEM has to pay license fees for. It doesn’t make sense for USB-C devices where OEMs see no such benefit other than the exponentially smaller subset of people who buy their specific overpriced USB-C headphones/adapters. Because it makes no sense to buy their branded headphones/adapters, when there are other comparable ones out there that offer a much better value.

sc0rch3d

I agree, but it can be marketed. If HTC puts Steph Curry or Lebron holding the phone wearing Bose or Beats headphones….

RIP_HTC_Moto_LG_SONY

HTC should just go bankrupt and stop its Apple-mocking struggles.

Xappleuser

Sorry that you feel that way. I currently have an Moto x pure. Great phone. Everybody has their own opinions I guess. Never did like the OS software. But that’s just me. Glad you like iPhones.

Mike Menlo

I’ve had the three latest top HTC phones, and loved them. Solid, reliable, flexible … Had a couple two years and battery had no noticeable decrease in performance … Good speakers, straight-forward interface, awesome (large print-worthy) cameras – and I’m very hard to please, there. Still offering steel-bodied phones, water resistant – and they don’t “own” you, make you buy your apps from them, limit your control over phone features/services …

Sarachall

Guest

headphone jack doing the floppy disc in the trash heap of history

Collin James

The floppy disk was replaced with something better, though. This is just taking away something that is still relevant.

tnt

In a year or two having a headphone jack will be a marketing point. Whoever keeps it will advertise themselves as having the courage to keep it. Then maybe the trend will shift back… That’s my hope anyway!

That, or there will be some revolution in wireless / bluetooth technology that truly makes having the jack obsolete; as opposed to now, when dropping the jack is change just for the sake of change.

Armaced

I don’t think so, unfortunately. I suspect headphone jacks will be similar to removable batteries, expandable SD card slots, and physical keyboards. Most people don’t care, some people don’t want them, and some people insist on them. Slowly, the people that insist on them will tire of denying themselves the best phones based on one or two litmus features, which will slowly remove the demand until everyone just accepts the feature as no-longer obtainable.

Personally, I would give up all of those features for a physical hang-up (End) button. Luckily, my Galaxy S7 does pretty well with the accessibility feature that makes the power button an End button, since it also has a physical home button to wake up the phone when I am on a call. I suspect that will be gone in the S8 and my dream will be dead again.

hkklife

Agreed, just like how the trend was in 2015 and 2014 to remove microSD slots. LG did away with microSD AND removable battery for the G2 and brought them both back with a flourish with the G3. Samsung ditched microSD for the GS6 and Note 5 and brought it back for the GS7. Moto dropped microSD for the Moto X 2013 and 2014 then brought it back, first on the low-end devices and then for good in 2015 across the lineup.

I wouldn’t sweat HTC removing the headphone jack because HTC themselves will be removed from the marketplace in a year or so! I am glad to see them finally releasing a phone with a man-sized sceen. They’ve been totally quiet in that realm since the One Max several years ago.

Dumping removable batteries is nothing more than forced obsolescence, just like dumping microSD slots is pushing cloud storage agendas and tiered data plans. Dumping 3.5mm jacks is a ploy to sell new accessories and, more importantly, lock down all of the content and remove the last vestige of the analog ecosystem that cannot be DRM’d.

Ironic enough, the G2 is still considered their best phone. Maybe they should remove both for the G6.

Marc Perrusquia

Marc Perrusquia

They didn’t really get rid of them with the G2 the Optimus G before it didn’t have them, and the South Korean version of the G2 had a removable 2600 mAh battery, micro SD, and a TV antenna.

Daistaar

What is this, MicroSD Cards? lol

But on another note: I hope they have a good marketing this year. It was sad to see the HTC 10 being forgotten by almost everyone. I think it was a great phone.

With companies ditching the headphone jack, I have a bad feeling about the next Pixel.

Good_Ole_Pinocchio

Part of the rumor was that there would be 2 other phones launched at this event? Or maybe I misread. I don’t keep up with Rumors as much as I used to. But I’m intrigued if this is something brand new like the “leaked” video showed.

Cael

“In the meantime, let’s hear your thoughts on this 3.5mm jack situation. Is HTC making a really bad move with its removal?”

The Bolt didn’t have a headphone jack so not really a surprise.

Source

http://www.droid-life.com/2017/01/03/htc-u-ultra/