#or like after i finish drawing a birthday present im working on

[heliopixels]

Sometimes I remember that I have a guitar laying unused in the corner of my room

[nerirazor]

Im working on a fathers day drawing for my dad c: this is the sketch and notes so far. I'll be working more on it of course, but i do also only have a week to finish it if i want to deliver it on time^^"

This is my dad as a cowboy, hes really into the whole wild west, cowboy thing, so im thinking he'll like this c:

After this i have 3 birthday presents to make and 1 aniversary drawing for my partner. Excited about the process of making them, im thinking color pencils, but digital is a good 2nd option

[sodacowboy]

BRAIN OFF ONLY ORGANIZATION

[ravenadottir]

hiii im so happy youre back!! i hope your doing well :D i was wondering how the lis would celebrate mc’s birthday with her?

thank you so much! i won't blab too much here.

bobby. he wants to cook her meals and make sure it's a surprise, enough to beat the buttercream the day before when she's not around. making her favorite breakfast, lunch and dinner are a given but to top it all off, he arranges table for two in the living room, very romantic, very intimate. her present might be something really cool like tickets to see her favorite artist.

carl. he's not a cook so he's taking her out to her favorite place, because he will burn everything down, including the kitchen. limo, a new dress, flowers. in the restaurant, after the meal, bubbly and dessert, and her gift when she gets home. it's always something extravagant because he loves shiny things. unless that's not mc's style he will give her something diamonds.

elisa. glamour surprise birthday party, every friend invited, black tie, sophisticated food and place but absolutely cool music. she pampers mc with a new dress and shoes and sends a car to mislead her. a room waiting for them at the end of the night where elisa gives mc her present, something gold like a necklace or bracelet engraved with an inside joke.

gary. surprise party with friends, the barbecue type of party, possibly asking chelsea to help out. there's music, presents, the friends playing drinking or card games, but there's one room where they can go to be alone for a second, where the gift comes out. it could be a thousand things but i'm betting on trip for two.

henrik. mini vacation, possibly somewhere warmer and more reserved. if it's winter, somewhere with a fireplace. he will spoil her with food, massages, his gift, which i think it might be a token from somewhere they visited together but couldn't get it at the time.

ibrahim. getting a private plane to a place where they can share dinner and a present. he's done it before, imagine what he would do if he loves the girl! it might be a different country and they might spend the weekend. the present is as ostentacious as the trip there. i don't doubt he would stir into the rich when planning something.

kassam. a really cool concert he might mislead mc saying he couldn't get the tickets to because it has to be a surprise. definitely 4 am food on the way home and her gift waiting to be unwrapped, possibly something practical that she really needs, like a laptop or tablet. he loves giving things he sees people using all the time.

lottie. whole-day-date, starting by shopping and spa, then having mc's favorite food for lunch. a movie later she wants to take her to a hotel for the night. lottie being so imaginitive and planning something for a girl is endearing, because she wants everything to be perfect. her gift might be something mc really wants to splurge but doesn't want to because it's too expensive and she would feel guilty.

lucas. he's moving things on his schedule because it's gonna be big. a whole weekend kind of deal, possibly taking her to the beach, where is warm, no matter where that is. there's new clothes, shoes (that he picked), extravagant meals, everything to spoil her.

marisol. loves planning things, especially for her girlfriend. i reckon a dinner party with their friends, entrees, main course, dessert, drinks, the whole shebang! she struggles to pick a gift so she goes with what she knows mc needs at the moment.

noah. two for dinner in his place all the way. he's cooking everything, he's picking her up from work and drawing her a bath while finishing the meal. they have dinner and he gives her the present he chose. it's always heartfelt, and it could be something from mc's childhood, like a plushie toy she really wanted, or a book that was a big part of her life growing up.

priya. step aside because the fancy birthday dinner will end up in shambles, in a good way. the best way to celebrate a birthday, according to her, is to have fun with your loved ones, so she's taking mc and everyone else to an afterparty in a club. there's music, drinks, all types of shenanigans because bobby and gary will be present. she wants it to be unforgetable.

[sunrisefairy]

Cameras and crushes

Pairing: George Weasley x reader

Warning: Alcohol, small mention of death, pure fluffiness 

Summary: Y/N is used to being a background character someone you glaze over but never really notice. But more recently she longed for someone to see her, well she longed for a certain redhead to see her. 

A/N: Wrote this for @theweasleysredhair​​ writing challenge based off the prompt “You remembered?” very proud of this fic so i hope you love it as much as i do. All feedback is welcomed :))))

italics represent a flashback 

Taglist: send me a message if you would like to be added @hufflepuff5972​ @inglourious-imagines​ @klausdatprettyboi​ @georgeweasleyswhre​​

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Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. Growing up with 3 older and much louder brothers she was pretty happy with sticking to the sidelines, letting them be noisy and crazy while she kept to herself. Y/N grew up with mostly boys around her, her mother passed away when she was young. Y/N would always beg her brothers and her dad for stories of her mother, wanting to feel closer to her. Y/N’s dad would fondly retell memories of his beautiful wife, reminiscing on how witty and charismatic she was. He’d mention all the small, quirky things she would do which made him fall hard and fast for her. Y/N longed for that kind of love, she longed for someone to take notice of her in the way her dad did for her mum. Ever since Y/N was a little girl she yearned to be heard and seen but that proved difficult when you’re as shy and quiet as her.

Judging by most of the people in Y/N’s life she seemed to attract the boisterous types, guessing her quiet nature balanced them out. She loved her friends with her entire heart, even if their personalities were the opposite of hers, Y/N wouldn’t change their qualities if she could.

One of her friends, although still lively and vibrant as the others, also had a calm and tranquil side to him. George Weasley. Y/N had only known George for a few years having met at Lee Jordan’s 18th birthday 3 years ago. Somehow that night she had ended up climbing a tree with the tall redhead whom she had only met 30 minutes prior.

“How the hell did you get up to that branch?” Y/N mumbled, trying to figure out how to reach the higher branch where George Weasley was currently sitting, his long legs swinging back and forth as he chuckled at the girl below him.

“I used that branch sticking out there and then swung my leg up to get here.” George points to the branch to the girls left. 

Y/N grunts as she attempts what George said but huffs and pouts her lip feeling defeated, “you forget that I have little legs, unlike you Mr. giraffe.”

George rolls his eyes and stretches his hand out, “try again, I’ll help pull you up.”

Somehow, George manages to pull Y/N up and they sit comfortably next to one another up high in the tree. “There you go little bunny, don’t go falling off now.”

Y/N rolls her eyes at the nickname wishing she had brought her cider up with her feeling very self-conscious and unsure of what to do her shaking hands.

The pair fall into a comfortable silence, watching the party goers below them gathered around a very intoxicated birthday boy chanting as he chugs another beer, “we love to drink with Lee cause Lee is our mate and when we drink with Lee he gets it down in 8…7…”

Their voices drown out as George gently nudges Y/N’s shoulder pulling her attention back to him, “soo, Y/N I hear you’re not much of the talker?”

Y/N blushes hard grateful for the lack of light outside. “No I guess not. Not many are interested in what I have to say.”

George smiles, his eyes not leaving the girl beside him, “well I am. Tell me something.”

Y/N chews on her bottom lip nervously and looks back at the drunk crowd, “like what?”

George shrugs, he didn’t really mind what the conversation was about, he just wanted to hear the pretty girl speak. “I dunno, anything. Tell me about something that makes you happy.”

Y/N racks her brain for something to talk about, her palms getting sweaty from the long silence. Finally, she settles on something that always fills her with joy, her mother.

“Um okay so,” she starts staring at the leaves swaying in the tree, pushing down the anxiety. “Before my mother died she always had this film camera with her, my dad used to joke around saying that she loved this camera more than him,” Y/N chuckles quietly before continuing “She would take photos of the most random things, we have this big box back home filled with all the photos she ever took with that camera.” Y/N pauses, fumbling with her fingers. “I wish we still had the camera. You see after my mum passed, dad had to look after us 4 kids and with only one income coming in, it was pretty tough. For my 12th birthday I reeeaaally wanted a new bike, I’d complained for years that I couldn’t have my brothers old one because it was a gross boy’s bike. So, my dad sold my mums camera to get me a pink one. Kind of wish he didn’t because I would have loved to still have mum’s camera with us.”

Y/N finished and chewed her lip realising speaking about her dead mother probably wasn’t a great conversation piece, but any story of her mother always made her feel warm inside.

George hadn’t taken his eyes off her throughout the whole story, his heart fluttering when her eyes had lit up as she spoke about her mother.

“I’m sorry, probably not what you wanted to hear, it was the first thing that popped into my head.” Y/N mumbled.

George simply shook his head and replied, “you don’t ever have to apologise to me for saying what’s on your mind Y/N. I’ll listen to whatever you have to say.”

For the first time in a while, Y/N felt seen.

Y/N’s phone dings and she pulls it from her pocket to read the message.

-Hey bunny :) so 4 tonight, we’re aiming to get to urs at like 7. does that work for u?

It was from George. Even if she didn’t have his number saved, she’d be able to tell it was from the redhead simply from his choice of nickname. Y/N hated when he called her bunny but George insisted on using the nickname ever since Lee’s 18th mainly because he thought it was cute not that he would tell her that.

Y/N’s heart thumped harder in her chest purely from the fact that George had texted her. Her crush on George had amplified over the years of knowing the boy, feeling both thankful and uneasy at the fact that he had so effortlessly slotted into their tight friendship group mainly because he was always around making Y/N a stuttering mess.

Y/N’s fingers fumble as she types out a response, it was her birthday today and all her friends we’re persistent in throwing her a party. They had agreed to a small gathering at Y/N’s place, Y/N didn’t want them to make such a fuss over it.

-Hey Georgie, 7 is perfect! Cant wait.

-See u then bunny, hope ur ready to get ur drink on ;)

-IDK, after the other weekend I dont think im ready to face alcohol again

-nope! no excuses from u, u only turn 21 once

Y/N chuckles at George’s message and goes back to tidying her house, ready for tonight.

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As soon as it hits 7pm her friends are barging through her front door lugging drinks.

Each of them greet Y/N giving her a hug and wishing her happy birthday.

“We’ll do presents later, first let’s get some drinks into us!” Angelina cheers as she starts to mix some deadly concoction. Alicia connects her phone to the speaker, the living room filling with music.

Y/N jumps as a voice pipes up from behind her, “happy birthday little bunny.”

She turns facing George as he places a brightly coloured wrapped box on the counter with the other presents. He opens his arms, engulfing her into a giant hug. Y/N wraps her arms around his waist, giving him a tight squeeze, “thanks” she mumbles into his chest before pulling away looking up at his warm eyes. They stare at each other for a second before the moment is broken when Fred places something on Y/N’s head.

“A birthday tiara for the birthday girl” Fred states loudly, Y/N glances at the mirror hanging from the wall on her left sees a plastic silver and pink tiara perched upon her head.

“Oh god,” Y/N mumbles adjusting it slightly.

Lee shouts over the music, drawing everyone’s attention over to him. “Okay everyone, the ever lovely Angie has made us each a questionable looking but delicious drink to start the night. So get your butts over here and let’s get this party started!”

A few hours and many, many drinks later, everyone is huddled in the living room, sitting on the couches watching Y/N open her presents. So far, she had gotten some perfume from Angelina, chocolates and a gorgeous photo frame from Alicia and Fred and Lee had gifted Y/N with a bottle of wine and voucher from the little boutique at the corner of her street. Y/N’s cheeks were hurting from smiling so much and her heart swelled at the sweet gifts her friends had gotten her.

“Okay, only one left,” Alicia says, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Probably the best one,” Fred whispers to Lee.

“Of course it’s going to be the best one you idiot,” Angelina says as a matter of fact, overhearing the two boys.

George, who is sitting to Y/N’s right, hands over the brightly colour box, trying to hide his excitement and nerves. “Here you go Y/N, happy birthday.”

The box feels heavy in Y/N’s grasp as she places it in her lap tearing off the wrapping paper. Y/N glances around, noticing everyone’s eager eyes on her. She sees Angelina nudge Alicia’s side smiling at each other knowingly. Y/N furrow her brows, slightly confused then draws her attention back to the box. She ripped off the paper carefully and uncover a brown box, no hints as to what is inside.

“Oh my god, hurry up and open it the suspense is killing me!” Fred says impatiently, George whacks him across the head telling him to shut up.

Y/N take off the lid and immediately her mouth gapes open finally seeing what’s inside. She shakily lifts the film camera out of the box and hold it so gently as if it’s made of diamonds and gold.

Small tears prick in Y/N’s eyes, shocked and surprised at George’s gift, it looks exactly like the one her mother had.

She manages to squeak out a small, “you remembered?” referring to the first conversation they had 3 years prior.

George has a small smile etched onto his lips. “Of course I did, I remember everything you tell me. I take a lot of pride in knowing everything about you actually.” He says, puffing his chest out proudly.

“Yeah like what?” Y/N cradles the camera in her arms.

“Well,” George starts. “I know that you hate the smell tequila because it reminds you of your 18th when you spent most of the night by the toilet. I know that you can’t sleep if the room is dead quiet. I know that you love buying plants but can never seem to keep them alive. I know you never wear matching socks because you think it’s a fun way to spice up an outfit.” He finishes smugly.

Alicia and Angelina let out a small aww in the background reminding Y/N of the 4 other sets of eyes watching her and George right now.

“Well there’s one thing you don’t know about me.”

“Yeah? What’s that then?” George counters.

Y/N doesn’t know where she musters up the courage from to speak the next words, maybe from the alcohol buzzing through her body or finally being sick of keeping this to herself for the past 3 years. Whatever it may be, she’s rather proud of herself, ignoring the way her stomach churns.

“That I have a huge crush on you.”

She expected George to laugh in her face before rejecting her gently. What Y/N definitely didn’t expect was him to cradle her face in his large hands, pressing a sweet but passionate kiss to her pink lips. She squeaks in surprise before melting into the kiss, gripping onto his shirt tightly, scared he would slip away.

Much to Y/N’s dismay George pulls away from the kiss tucking a strand of her hair back behind her ear, “no I knew that too.”

“Wha-how?” Y/N stutters.

The attention is pulled to Alicia as she begins to speak, “it wasn’t much of a secret babe. Everybody knew you were crushing on George. Can’t believe it took either one of you so long to do something about it.”

“Little Georgie here spent months trying to find that camera for you as a way to confess his undying love for you.” Fred reaches over and ruffles his twin’s hair who shoves him off.

“Yep, we were all so bloody excited for you to open his presents so you two can stop pining over each other.” Lee adds downing the rest of his drink then standing up. “Right, now the two love birds have finally confessed their feelings. Who’s up for a round of beer pong? Reigning champion here has yet to be defeated.”

“You’re on Jordan, that ego of yours has gotten large enough.” Fred challenges, everyone moving over to the table to set up for beer pong. Leaving Y/N and George alone on the couch.

George wraps his lanky arm around Y/N’s shoulder pulling her into his side, “I hope you’re enjoying your birthday bunny.”

Y/N grins widely, playing with her new camera before lifting it up and aiming it at George. “best birthday ever Georgie, thank you.” She squeezes the button down, snapping a picture of George who is staring at her like she’s the only person in the world.

Y/N is very content with being a background character, she’s quite used to it actually. But for once she doesn’t mind being the centre of someone’s undivided attention.

[burnedbyshoto]

Fifteen Kisses

pairing: todoroki shouto x reader

warning: fluffy fluff, implied smut, tiny angst, cussing

word count: 7,054

a/n: a super late birthday to todoroki shouto, the loml. this took forever im so sorry.

Synopsis: Fourteen different kisses you give Shouto, and the one he gives you.

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One.

Shouto smiles as yet another one of his classmates wish him a happy birthday. Today was his eighteenth birthday, and to say the least, it had been a good one so far. Most of his presents had been cute anecdotes of his relationship with everyone in the class. Plus the few gift certificates to his favorite restaurant was a good thing in his eyes. 

Not that he had been counting, but he was missing one gift: from you. 

He hadn’t seen you all day, only catching your swinging hair as you seemed to avoid him. Now the two of you were close, and you had even stayed up to send him a birthday text at midnight this morning, but now you were avoiding him better than most. 

Seeing that his birthday landed on the weekend, he didn’t see you at breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Hell, he was sure you hid behind Shoji when singing a happy birthday. To say the least, he was confused and had wanted to spend the day with you. You were one of his closest friends, and it annoyed him that you weren’t around. But it was too late.

Nearing eleven at night, Shouto called it quits on seeing you today. 

His hands were shoved into his sweatpants as he climbed up the staircase, his brows furrowed as he wondered just why you weren’t around. Opening the door to his floor, his eyes trailing to the right side of the hall, the ball that held the girl’s dorms. 

Loud and boisterous arguing of the girls echoed in the halls, and Shouto watched as you were somehow fighting off all six girls of your class. He stopped in his tracks as he watched you fend off Uraraka’s hands while resisting Tsuyu’s and Jirou’s hold on you. Mina and Hagakure screamed as they tried assisting Uraraka, and Momo was talking loudly in an attempt to stop them all. Shouto’s lips quirked into an amused smirk as he watched your body slam against the floor as you wiggled out of the hole you were in. 

“YOU HAVE TO DO IT!” Mina screamed over the loud noises you were all making. 

“I WAS JOKING!” You screeched as three pairs of hands grabbed your thrashing legs and began dragging you down the hallway. 

“Y/n, you don’t have to— oh! Todoroki-san!” Momo’s eyes widened as 

“Hi,” Shouto replies as your torso shoots up from the floor. Your face is flushed from the struggle. Your hair a mess from being dragged on the floor and your eyes are full saucers. “You okay, y/n?”

“Shouto!” You squeak as you stumble onto your feet, your hand immediately scratching the back of your head as you laugh awkwardly. “H-How are you? Um, happy birthday!”

“Thank you,” Shouto smiles as you nod as you laugh loudly again. 

“So, see you tomorrow!” You exclaim moving to leave, but the girls are five steps ahead of you. 

A present is shoved in your hands, and you’re pushed into Shouto’s chest as the six girls hurry away.

“Don’t let her go until she gives you her gift!” Mina yelled as they disappeared behind the corner. Shouto’s eyes looked down to your face that looked ready to die. 

“Um, so you want to come to my room?” Shouto asked you, and to his enjoyment, you agreed.

It didn’t take long for the conversation to flow out from you two, a whole day without a discussion being made up as you entered his room. Your eyes shone with unworldly energy as you sat down on his bed, your arms shooting in animated fashion as you explained a story you had fallen asleep while explaining to him last night. 

Shouto crossed his arms as he sat beside you as you finished the story. 

“So, what did you get me?” Shouto asked, nodding towards the blue bag in your hands. 

“Arrogant much?” You playfully scoff pressing the bag to your chest. “It’s actually a present for me!”

“From yourself?”

“A girls gotta treat herself!” You snark as you giggle, shaking your head, you hand over his gift. “Open it.”

Shouto’s body warms up as he opens the bag and pulls out a bag of his favorite chips, a new outfit, and a handwritten card from you. 

“Sorry, it sucks,” you whisper as your eyes glance up at his. “Things are super expensive, and I’m broke!”

His eyebrow quirks as he looks at you, “I love it, thank you for the present y/n.”

A relieved smile spreads on your face as you clasp your hands together. 

“Well, I’ll leave you alone now! Goodnight, Shouto, sorry for ignoring you all day!”

Shouto watched as you stood up, your hands flattening your leggings as you smiled. 

“Why were you ignoring me? Did I do something? I just… don’t understand why you did that, and then you were fighting with the girls earlier?”

Shouto stood up, his eyes locking on your frantic eyes. 

“I lost a bet,” you speak slowly, your head dropping to keep your eyes hidden from his own. “I’m supposed to repay today, but I’ve been a coward.”

“How can I help?” Shouto asked as his arms fold again, “If it’s money, I can give it to you.”

You laugh, shaking your head, but there’s a tremor to your shoulders as you look back up to him. 

“Promise you won’t hate me…”

“I could never.”

Shouto watched as your face turned severe, your lower lip trembling with uncertainty, with fear. Concern filled him as he wondered just what exactly he could do to help you, what was the terms to the bet? He hoped it was nothing… serious.

There was something warm and soft pressed against his lips strawberry and vanilla flooded his senses, and everything felt perfect. Shouto couldn’t process what was happening as you pulled away just as quickly. 

“Good night! Happy birthday!” You squeaked as you ran into the door before managing to open it and run away. 

As the door to his room closed, Shouto’s fingers pressed against his mouth as your kiss seemed to be imprinted into him. A memory he wished he could change now that it was over. 

Did that mean… Did you like him?

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Two.

The kiss wasn’t spoken about. 

Shouto might as well dreamt it, but he knew it was real on account of the giggling female classmates of his. They seemed to increase in chaotic energy whenever he was around you. Knowing smirks, sparkling eyes, and teasing words. Had it not been for them, he might’ve convinced himself it was fake. 

But there was also the fact that you could never seem to look him in the eyes anymore. Shouto was too awkward to talk about it, his words continually failing him when he went to sit next to you. However, even with the subtle change in your relationship, some things didn’t change. 

It was one in the morning, and Shouto was wide awake as a knock pressed against his door. 

Getting up, Shouto opened the door to see you holding a blanket and a pillow. 

The yellow luminescent of the hallway lights seeming entirely too bright as Shouto’s eyes adjusted from the darkroom. 

“I can’t sleep,” you whisper, and as he always did, Shouto let you in. 

It was something that started this year after the first-semester hero work disaster. You suffered a horrendous villain attack that left civilians dead, and you had to watch. Many nights you stayed awake unable to sleep. Typically going into the shared space until you were tired, until one day at three in the morning when an awoken Shouto needed water and found you staring at the wall with tears in your eyes and eye bags staining your face. 

Shouto invited you to sleep in the same room with him that night, and the rest was history. 

Slipping into the bed next to you, Shouto stares at you as you breathe in deep. He grabs your hand and places it on his cheek so that your fingers could trace his skin instead of digging into your skin. Your fingers trace his face without saying anything, eyes focused on the tip of his finger rather than him. 

“What happened?” Shouto whispers as you draw nameless shapes onto his cheeks. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Your head shakes as your thumb shifts to glide over his cheeks. His skin is soft despite all logic, toned, and warm. It soothes you as your finger brushes against his lower lip, and Shouto forgets how to breathe as your steady breathing fans gently across his skin. You take long and slow blinks as you shift closer to him, and Shouto’s heart stops as your eyes finally meet yours. 

“I’m sorry for kissing you on your birthday,” you whisper as your thumb traces the line between his lips. Your eyes are apologetic and sad, tired yet awake. “That was my losing bet.”

Shouto’s heart both shrinks and grows at your words, “Sorry for being a horrible kiss,” he teases. “It was my first one…”

Your thumb stops tracing his lips, and your eyes widen in horror, “Fuck, I’m so sorry!” you exclaim as humiliation spreads across your face. “I didn’t know!”

“Well, I’ve never really cared about my first kiss, it’s not something I’d concern myself over,” Shouto calms you as he presses a gentle kiss to your fingers. “While I can’t say this is what I imagined for my first kiss, it wasn’t bad. I’m only sorry that you left right away.”

His chest pounds as the words slip from his lips, what a fucking idiot?! Why did he say that!

Your chuckle is light as your head shakes softly, “Me too.”

“Can I try again?” Shouto whispers his tone full of desire and hesitation. Your thumb resumes it’s tracing on his lips as an embarrassed smile stretches on your face. 

He watched silently as your eyes fell to his lips, and Shouto froze as they locked again on his. The fingers tracing his lips moved from his mouth to the bottom of his mouth, kissing him as if he was glass, one second from breaking.

Everyone frets about their first kiss, but Shouto would forever remember his second kiss from you— with you.

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Three.

“Shouto, that’s not working!” You howl in laughter as he tries evaporating the pouring rain with his fire. 

“We don’t have umbrellas, and your quirk doesn’t work, and the ice was too much work!” Shouto chuckles as he brings you closer to him. “The fire should work!”

“All it’s doing is burning half my face instead of you hold my hand to warm me up!”

Shouto laughs at your complaint as he shifts his jacket more towards you. His school uniform jacket was being used as a makeshift umbrella as the rain was relentless and unforgiving. 

The two of you had hero work in some small town and being a few kilometers from the train station, and with nothing but your bodies, you were succumbed by the rain. 

“Careful with the puddle!” Shouto shouted as you looked down, but you sorely missed the puddle and water sloshed entirely into your shoe. Your entire foot and sock were soaked to the bone, and you shrieked loudly as your sloshing footsteps to keep up with Shouto was uncomfortable.

“Idiot!”

“You were distracting me with your fire!”

Shouto looks at you with a wide grin, “Come on, there’s that bus stop right there.”

Your eyes locked in with the weathered bus stop, which held dry ground underneath it, nodding, you turned to start running towards there. However, Shouto scooped you off your feet and ran off towards the bus stop.

Face burning with embarrassment, Shouto placed you down underneath the bus stop. The rain was loud as it fell onto the ground and the metal overhead, and you were out of breathe as you stare up at Shouto who’s wet hair plastered against his forehead. 

His skin shined in the dull light, and he looked dewy as he runs a hand through his hair. 

“Do you want me to dry you?” He asks, his eyes meeting your unsuspecting and laboriously checking out eyes. You stepped back startled as you averted your gaze, your head nods. 

“My shoes and socks, please,” you mumble as Shouto smiles fondly. 

Your eyes lock on Shouto once more as his left-hand places against your muddied feet. Warmth spreads through your body at his touch, goosebumps rising up as he dried both of your feet before standing up. He was too close to you, your face moving backward as he stood straight. 

Despite your now dry legs, the rest of your body remained cold as water dripped from your hair and clothes still. Your gaze fell again on his partially opened lips, they were full, soft, and wet from the rain. They tinted red from the cold, and you wanted nothing more than to press your lips against his.

“Should we wait until the rain clears up?” Shouto whispers as if scared to break this enchantment the two of you had placed yourself under. 

“I think so,” you respond as you lift onto your toes and kiss him wholeheartedly. 

Your lips glided together, still slick with the rain, and your arms snaked around his neck, drawing him in close as his hands held your waist gently. Tilting heads and open mouth kisses continued, and your chest felt like it was lit on fire as your chests pressed together. 

The rain continued to pour down as the two of you continued to kiss. 

This marked your tenth kiss with Todoroki Shouto, and both of you were still single.

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Four.

“This is the final final exam, and you’re really going to give up?” Shouto asked from across from you. 

The two of you sat in your room studying for the English Final. 

English was not your favorite subject, the grammar rules were complete bullshit, and when talking with visiting American students, they basically said grammar didn’t matter. So you couldn’t understand why you were here struggling over these rules when English students didn’t even abide by them! How fatuous! 

“I just don’t see the purpose of learning grammatically correct English,” you groan as you fall back onto your pillows.

Shouto sighs as he places the cheat sheet on the piles of papers on your bed. There were seven different subjects to prepare for, and so far, the two of you finalized three. 

“Come on, y/n,” Shouto sighs as he takes your hands in his, “sit up. Let’s see what’s confusing you.”

“What’s confusing is realizing that I should be rich as fuck, but I’m not,” you pout as you let him pull you into a sitting position.

Your cheeks turn warm as Shouto shifts over to sit right next to you, his knees touching yours as you look at your immaculate study notes. Shouto’s arm pressed into you as he explained the different verb tenses in English and how punctuation was such an important thing. The truth of the matter was you were quite adept in English, it was just a subject that had understood relatively easy after a certain age, but Shouto tutoring you was enough reason to pretend not to have a single clue.

“Do you get when to place the gerunds?” Shouto asked from the side.

“Place it in on action word when I feel like it, or whenever it makes sense,” your respond back with an amused snort. 

“I mean… that’s not wrong, but it’s not right,” Shouto responded, shaking his head, and you scoffed, snapping your head towards him.

But Shouto was a lot closer than you had assumed as your cheek and lips dragged across his lips.

Your eyes widened as you shot away, the two of you had promised each other many kisses ago you had to stop until a relationship was defined. But with growing tensions in the villain world, neither one of you wanted to set your feelings in fear that it would be for naught.

Still, there was something magnetic and undeniable about him and you, and as the seconds in time seemed to pass for eternity, a crashing force compelled the two of you to meet in the middle. Your hands rested on his chest as he grabbed your chin. Heads tilting to the side to allow a deeper angle as your lips danced as only lovers knew. The sounds of your joining and separating lips made your head spin as you pulled away, cheeks burning as his eyes fluttered open.

“We should get back to studying,” you whisper as Shouto clears his throat, agreeing.

“So, adding the -ing…”

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Five.

Your fingers trembled as you pulled on your hero costume.

You were so nervous. You’ve been fighting villains since your first year, but this was different; this was preparation for war that would end with death. Your steps where fast and your breath was quick, short, frantic as you walked out ready to meet up with your classmates.

Tomorrow was to be your graduation and yet here you were, unexcited for what the following day would bring.

“Y/n,” Shouto’s voice called for you, and your eyes focused on the man who held your heart and admiration. 

Still, your relationship went undefined, and who knew if either one of you would be here in the next twenty-four hours.

“Shouto,” you smiled as the world seemed to blur as he stopped in front of you, his hand taking yours in his. His grasp was warm, wary, and gentle. It gave you unrealistic hope that everything would be okay, but you knew you had to be okay, you were a hero, and you needed to be reliable.

“I have something I need to tell you,” he whispers as you nod, you were listening. “When this is over, I’m going to take you on a date.”

Your eyes widen as a small and nearly scared chuckle left his lips, “It is long overdue.”

Shouto grins at you as his fingers hooks under your chin, and your lips meet him in a gentle kiss. It doesn’t last long, not at all, and before you could memorize the feeling of his lips against yours, he’s pulled away.

Fluttering open, your eyes lock on Shouto’s who has gone rigid. Tension sits heavy in your throat and your bones as you fear what’s to come. What if this was it? There was already too much you regretted, and it seemed that Shouto was on the same page as your lips slammed back together in a crushing force. It was sloppy, hungry, and passionate.

Tongues unable to battle as they desperately sought touch, teeth clashing against each other more often than not, and hands memorizing the outline of each other’s silhouettes. His lips were hot against yours, and the calming smell of his scent overwhelmed you until you forced yourself to push away. You were heading to different areas of the upcoming battlegrounds.

“Good luck,” you whisper.

“Don’t die.”

You turned and began running off, making sure to take one last look at Shouto, who was running off too.

“I love you.”

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Six.

Tears streamed down your eyes as you stared at the collapsed and defeated figures before you.

Stupid emotionally manipulating quirk.

Brushing the streaming tears off your cheeks, you sniffled as you looked at Shouto of whom you had saved from these two characters. Your costume was torn, blood was dried on your legs and arms, and sweat poured against your skin. The battle was still ongoing, but as you studied Shouto, who was in a similar state to you, the world went quiet again.

“Glad to see you’re still alive,” you partially tease, partially speak the truth as Shouto stands to his feet.

“I have an important date to get to after all this,” he smiles as his shoulders relax. “I won’t go down yet.”

Two loud explosions are heard from polar sides, and the reality of the situation comes back in full effect.

“We should get going,” you whisper as your feet immediately start moving towards the explosion to your right. “Be safe--”

“Kiss me,” he breathily demands, and you pause in your movements. 

His eyes are firm and desperate for you to comply to his demand, and so in the quickest response, you could give him your lips planted against his again. It was soft and too fast as you pulled away before he could even place his hands on your waist. 

“Stay alert,” you whisper before pushing away.

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Seven.

Cheers rang heavy in your ears as you swayed to your feet.

Everything hurt, but by the sounds of it, you guys had won. Pressing off the floor and onto your feet, a splitting headache shot your nerves as you groaned. Arms surrounded you as victorious hugs went around, but you could barely keep up with who was hugging you as more and more people came around.

Relief flooded you as you saw your friends all safe and sound, or at the very least not dead. The reality of what had just happened, of what not only you third years but Pro-Heroes and first and second-year students went through slammed through in this almost anxious cry. You all could’ve died.

There could have been no survivors.

Crushing what-ifs slammed through you as you made your way out of the huddle of people who had gathered in wistful celebration.

Hands found your tear-stained cheeks, and you looked up with blurred vision at a familiar face.

“You’re okay,” he whispered as you nodded, unable to speak as your crying grew even more. “You’re safe, I’m safe.”

“I-I know!” You blubber as your hands grip the collar of his costume and slam his lips against yours.

This wasn’t your usual kisses that flowed with feelings and passion, this was desperate. A kiss meant for the beginning of the war, not the end. Tears mixed between your lips as your arms wrapped him, eliminating any space between the two of you, yet it wasn’t enough. Your fingers raked through his messy hair, trying to convince your brain that this was real, he was real, this victory was real. Shouto responded with the same level of energy, and despite your burning lungs, you wouldn’t break apart.

No, not yet.

The two of you continued this desperate and needful kiss until you could kiss no longer, and his bruised red lips quirked into a smile as he brushed your hair to the side.

“You’re beautiful.”

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Eight.

Somehow everyone thought that this first date with Shouto was going to be one to go down in history.

Well, they weren’t wrong per se.

The first date was short of a disaster, and it was so awkward.

Your hands lay stiff at your side as Shouto walked you back to your new apartment. The air was silent between the two of you as neither one of you spoke. For two people who have all but fucked, finally turning to put a label on this had made a typically relaxed duo into wooden statues.

Only a week ago, the two of you had sunk to the ground in a desperate kiss, and now you couldn’t make eye contact.

Pathetic, truly pathetic.

 “Tonight was… fun,” Shouto spoke up as you entered the building, his hand opening the door for you as you stepped in.

Hearing that he was trying to overlook the apparent tension of the date, you laughed as you nodded your head, “It’s going down in the books as one of the best nights.”

“I don’t blame you,” he continues to joke as you climb up the staircase with him a few steps below you. “Well, I also can’t compare you to anything else.”

“Are you saying that I only get the best date pass because you’re a virgin dater?”

“...I sort of hate how you phrased that, but yes.”

Your lips curl into a smile as you turn around to glance as Shouto, who is emulating the same smile on his face.

“I feel so lucky,” you sigh as you step out onto your floor.

It goes quiet again as you make your way to the front door of your space.

“So… I’ll see you tomorrow for Bakugou’s birthday?” You ask as you unlock the front door, your body twisting to look at him as you were unsure of what to do now.

“Yeah, do you need me to pick you up?”

You nodded as you contemplated hugging or kissing him. Would embracing him be a spit in his face granted the many exchanged kisses beforehand? Would kissing be too forward after such an awkward date?

Deciding on a kiss on the cheek, you went in for your goodnight, but it seemed Shouto had the same idea.

Your lips met in an awkward kiss.

A peck almost that sent you stumbling away as you laughed loudly in an attempt to disguise your painful awkwardness, “See ya tomorrow!”

“See you…”

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Nine.

The awkwardness of the first date thankfully never repeated again. 

“I’m not sharing with you, so stop giving me those eyes,” Shouto grumbled as he took another bite of his strawberry cheesecake.

“But Shouto,” you whine as you try pushing up on his chest to take a bite from his sweet dessert, he moved it further away, and you groaned falling onto his chest, “I haven’t even taken a bite out of it!”

“Yeah, but you ate the entire another slice after claiming you ‘weren’t hungry,’ love,” he rolled his eyes, but there was no malice behind it as you laughed into his chest.

Turning your head, you watched as Shouto placed the last bite of the deliciously sweet cheesecake into his mouth. You needed a taste of it, you craved more.

Licking your lips, a grin faded into your mouth as you pushed up off the couch, your eyes meeting Shouto’s unsuspecting but cautious eyes as he stopped chewing.

“Wha’ are you -- mmph?”

With the cheesecake still in his mouth, your lips pressed against his in a passionate affair. Your fingers rested on his jaws as you felt Shouto trying to finish the food in his mouth, but in the act of pure stupidity, you pressed your tongue through his lips.

The taste of the strawberry cheesecake flooded your senses as Shouto sat up, his hands on your hips as you adjusted correctly. The taste was light and sweet without being overwhelming; your grin widened as Shouto whined against your lips, and a sharp pinch was felt on your ass.

“What are you doing?!” Shouto wheezes, recomposing himself after you jolt away from him due to the pinch on your butt.

“Getting my fair share of cheesecake,” you innocently state while batting your eyelashes.

“You’re a brat…”

“A hungry one at that!”

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Ten.

“Another kiss…”

…

“One more…”

....

“Don’t leave yet, not until I have my kiss.”

You laughed so loudly it boarded a cackle as you once against pressed another kiss to Shouto’s lips. You had work today, and Shouto did not. In your attempt to leave, he had been demanding more and more kisses, unsatisfied with the ones you had been giving him.

“You call me the brat, but look at you, mister--” your lips press against his warm ones-- “You won’t let me leave, will you?”

“Fuck your job, come and stay here with me.”

Brushing his messy with sleep hair out of his face, you smiled at your boyfriend, who was borderline pouting.

“I actually love my job,” you insist as Shouto tries to pull you into a hold you knew you wouldn’t be able to fight off. “I need to go.”

“One more kiss before you leave,” he says again as if you hadn’t already given him twenty additional kisses past the initial farewell.

“Fine,” you cave with no resistance as you lean down and press your lips against his one last time. Your hands rested on his warm skin as your lips pressed in a soft and sweet kiss. But it seemed that Shouto was determined to get you to stay as his right hand tangled into your hair.

Amusement shot through your veins as you’re prevented from pulling away. So doing what you could only do, you pressed into the kiss harder, your body moving to manipulate Shouto under your will, and the moment your ass sat against his hips, he broke apart to sigh.

That was all you needed.

He came back in with his lips partially open, but you blew a stream of air into his unsuspecting mouth, and his eyes snapped open, the spell broken as you tumbled off of him, your hands waving as you finally left to start your day. You could only hear his groan as you giggled, eventually making it out of the door.

“I love you!”

“Love you too…”

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Eleven.

It was nearly one in the morning, and you sat at the kitchen table with a blanket wrapped snugly around you. A teacup rested in your fingers as you took another sip of it. Shouto sat in a few seats away from you, paperwork splayed everywhere on the table as he studied the ones in front of him.

There had been significant issues with the paperwork surrounding a few cases he had solved, so taking it upon himself to figure out alone, Shouto had been studying fifty casework paper meticulously for the past seventy-four hours straight.

“I think it’s time for bed,” you call standing up. Downing the rest of your tea, you went to wash it, but your eyes refocused on Shouto, who hadn’t even reacted to your claim. “Shouto?”

His bloodshot eyes snapped up to you as he nodded, his attention quickly returning back to the paper, “I think I’m going to stay up for a little longer, I’ll meet you in bed.”

You didn’t want to agree. You shouldn’t have, but Todoroki Shouto was by all, and every means stubborn at times.

Nodding, you pressed a goodnight kiss to his temple, a kiss he attempted to return but kissed the air.

Going to the bathroom, you finished getting ready for bed, brushing your teeth, washing your face, you climbed into bed.

A little longer, that’s what he had said.

Blinking, you turned toward the alarm clock that displayed a 2:00 a.m., and you groaned. A little longer your ass.

Sliding out of bed, you walked to the kitchen, where Shouto was circling and highlighting different areas of his work.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he didn’t even flinch at your arrival. He lay his head against you for a millisecond before returning to his work, you could feel how tense and tired he was, yet he was trying to pretend he was okay. Sighing softly, it seemed that you were going to have to force him to sleep. So determined to make your boyfriend sleep, you began to press gentle kisses against his stiff neck.

Never leaving his soft yet tense skin, you pressed more kisses against his neck, trailing down to his shoulder and back to his neck. The kisses are tender, sweet, unhurried. They speak of your want to get him to bed, and it seems Shouto, at the very least, is put under some spell.

His breathing has piqued as your lips continue their senseless trail. His eyes have closed, and his pen is seconds from falling from his fingers.

“Come to bed with me, handsome,” you whisper as your lips find themselves behind his ear, the sweetness and innocence of your affection still very much in tack.

“I gotta… I gotta finish this,” he almost slurs as he seems to be battling this internal war.

“You will finish this,” you promise him as you finally relieve your lips from his skin. Pulling out his chair, Shouto remained glued to the seat as his hands fell dead to his side.

He was exhausted.

A sad smile overcame you as you moved to stand before him, your hands cupping his firm cheeks to make him look at you. His eyes were red, they were exhausted, they were wet with oncoming tears.

“I’m so tired,” he whispers as you nod in understanding.

“I know, baby, so let’s go to bed.”

“But the paper…”

You sigh through your nose as you press a soft kiss to his lips. They speak of how you needed him in bed with you, how this would be finished tomorrow, but he needed rest.

“Tomorrow, my love,” you promise as you pull him to his feet.

“Tomorrow…”

As you finished getting him ready for bed, Shouto fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, and after tucking him into bed, you turned on your heel, making your way to the kitchen again.

You would finish this for him.

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Twelve.

Gentle. Comforting. Relieving.

Those were among the words you would use in describing your relationship with Shouto. It was a relationship between equals, and it was soft, it was loving. Most nights were seen leaving the two of you curled into one another passed out with love and happiness pouring from you.

Tonight was not soft, but it was loving in a different sense. It would definitely leave the two of you passed out with love and happiness, but again for a different reason.

The moan that escaped your lips was muffled by Shouto’s tongue that swirled around in your mouth.

You were up on your tiptoes as you allowed him to lead you about in the hallway. Yes, the two of you hadn’t even made it back into your apartment before enacting your horny feelings. Your lips were almost chaotic against one another, desperate to show just how badly you wanted each other, eager to prove that tonight was going to be magical.

Of course, this was partially your fault for being so aggressive in your kissing in the elevator, but the two of you had been dressed up smartly for a gala, and well, you could no longer resist your man in a fitted all-black suit.

A grunt of discomfort came from your lips as your back was rammed into the doorknob of your apartment, Shouto apologizing against your lips as he struggled to unlock the door while kissing you with his eyes closed. The door opened, and you both stumbled through the threshold blindly and passionately kissing. 

The next thing you knew, Shouto had you lifted in the air, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist. Your hips took no time to grind against his crotch, to which he loudly confirmed that it was a feeling he enjoyed.

Clinging to him desperately, you attempted to strip him of his clothes.

The kiss did not still in its levels of passion, only seeming to grow exponentially as his jacket landed on the floor with a thud. Noises of approval, cries of lust fueling both of you on as your lips dragged heatedly against one another.

His hands gripped your breasts as you slammed into a wall, and your head slammed back as you cried his name.

Shouto wasted no time in latching onto the swell of your breasts, his teeth nipping at your exposed skin, his hips bucking against your grinding hips, increasing the monumentous pleasure by one hundred.

“The bed,” you whimper as your fingers string into his hair, pulling and tugging at the two colored strands as you needed more as the heat between your legs only grew in the passing seconds and actions. “Please go to the bed.”

“It’s too far away,” Shouto gasps as his teeth sink into the sweet spot on your neck, and you cry in electrifying pleasure as you once again increase the speed of your humping. “Fuck!”

Your lips quirked into a smile at the feeling of his palpable excitement as he tumbles to the couch that was a mere few strides away. Crashing into the softness of the cushions, your eyes sparkled as you began to hastily remove your dress.

“I hope you’re ready,” you grin as you pull off the dress, revealing to Shouto the lingerie you wore underneath. Your grin turns sly as you watch him gulp harshly, his eyes roaming your body as his shirt and tie fall to the ground. Standing up you pulled onto the belt loops of his slacks and easily twisted to have him stumbling and now sitting down. His eyes took you in again as he groaned softly and your eyes focused on the excitement in his pants. “I’m in charge tonight.”

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Thirteen.

The taste of salt filled your senses as you pulled away from Shouto’s tear streaming face.

“Do we have to do this,” he whispered as you look away.

You had to.

“I’m sorry.”

“Was I not enough for you?”

A heavyweight sat on your chest as tears fell from his eyes faster than you could kiss them away.

“You’ve always been more than enough.”

“Then why are you breaking up with me?”

You willed yourself not to cry, trying not to remember the real reason why you had to break up with him.

“Because I’m not good enough.”

“Don’t fucking bullshit me, y/n,” Shouto snaps, his lips curling into a sneer as he glares at you. “If you’re going to break up with me, do it because you want to do it. But don’t fucking lie to my face like a coward.”

His words are hateful, spiteful, and bitter. The acid in your stomach seems to shoot up your throat as you watch Shouto standing up, his head shaking.

“You know what, forget about it. I don’t want to fucking know.”

“I don’t know what else you want to hear,” you snap, your words vomiting up as frustration flares through you. “That’s the fucking truth, I’m not lying! So instead of being an asshole, fucking leave.”

You watched with streaming tears as Shouto scoffs, and without so much as a goodbye, he turned and left. The door slamming closed, rattled your apartment, and you with it as you dropped to the floor weeping.

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Fourteen.

You opened your front door with bleary eyes.

It had been a little over a week since breaking up, and even if it was for the right reasons, you were wrecked.

To your surprise, Shouto stood in front of the door. His gaze concentrated on his feet as his lips were pulled into a solid line. His hand held a bouquet of your favorite flowers and what seemed to be takeout from your favorite restaurant.

“What are you--?”

“I know why you broke up with me,” he interrupts you, his frown growing as he locks eyes with you. His gaze is sharp, steady, and desperate. “I know that you think this is to help me, but it’s bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” you mumble as you look away, “but it doesn’t explain why you’re here.”

“I was an asshole the day you broke up with me,” he sighs, his shoulders slumping as his free hand scratching the back of his neck. “I was cruel and mean, and I want you back.”

“I can’t get back with you yet…”

Shouto sighs as he shakes his head, “Why are you stubborn? Why do you want to face this alone, y/n? Keeping me away is only hurting you, I’m trying to see if from your point of view, but every time I only see it as you protecting me. I don’t need you to--”

You hated that you were so compelled and so in love with Shouto because your lips silenced him.

Your hands rested on his shoulders as if to ground him, and he held your waist to make sure you wouldn’t leave.

It was a passionate kiss, a kiss that somehow apologized to him, a kiss that told him you were in the wrong, a kiss that relayed how scared you were of the past that finally caught up with you. He returned it in full. His kiss forgave you, his kiss understood your worries but promised he wouldn’t let something as trivial as that make him lose you, and his kiss apologized to you as well.

It wasn’t a long kiss, nor was it that physically intense, but as you parted, your eyes remained closed for some time. As if you were overwhelmed with the message and emotions behind it, and you wanted to remember how it felt to have him pressed against you in such a way.

With a little more time, your eyes fluttered open to see Shouto’s still closed, his breathing shallow with his emotional high.

“Do you want to come in?” You ask, gesturing into your apartment.

His eyes snapped open, and you both turned to see the flowers and food that had been dropped during the kiss.

“Please?”

You let him in as the door closed behind you two, “I guess I owe you an explanation?”

✩✶✩❇✩✶✩

Fifteen.

Shouto stared at your shocked face.

If your jaw went any lower, he feared you’d accidentally hurt your muscle.

The crowd that had gathered around the spot that was supposed to be private were all whispering as cameras shone on the two of you. Shouto cleared his throat as he finally asked: “Y/n, will you marry me?”

A ripping sob escaped your throat, and Shouto stood up off his knee in a panic, the velvet box ignored as he came to you, holding your trembling form as you cried.

“Y-Yes,” you cry as you slam your face into his chest. “Yes, I’ll m-marry you!!!”

Shouto’s lips curled into a broad smile as you finally looked up at him with streaming mascara, and his hands rested against your cheek as he whispered, “I love you.”

Before you could even respond, his lips connected with yours into a chaste, delicate kiss. Your hands gripped onto his biceps as you returned the kiss just as delicately. Not wanting the moment to end, and uncaring of the crowd, Shouto intensified the kiss, moving his lips fervently against yours as he draws you closer.

It didn’t matter that there was a crowd; in fact, the screaming only seemed to fuel Shouto on to continue kissing his fiancee, and you were not slowing down in this passionate exchange either.

“I love you.”

[allatariel]

7x7

Birthday Edition

A WIP dash game! Rules: Post 7 sentences of your WIP and tag 7 people.

@g-r-a-u, thank you for tagging me! (Over a month ago, I was hoping to write something new... *hangs head in shame*) This is way more than 7 sentences, but it was written over 7 months ago so maybe that can be the other 7? Apologies for the incredibly rough state.

Galen stood on the threshold of their abandoned life together. His eyes registered the remains of their hasty departure beneath the debris of a thorough search and the accumulated dust of the years of happiness they’d spent far, far away from this place. His memory, however, cleared all that away and showed him Lyra seated on the floor in front of the sofa scrutinizing a kyber crystal as she noted down occlusions and piezoelectric potential on her datapad. It showed him Jyn evading Mac-Vee’s attempts to get her to finish her balka greens. His feet were already moving to snatch her up from a narrow escape with the armchair when he kicked a haphazard mound of datapads across the floor and snapped back to the present. Jyn and Lyra are safe with Saw.

Looking down at the floor, at once relieved and bereaved, he spotted one of Jyn’s sketch screens, activated when he scattered the datapads. The picture Jyn had drawn of Brin from The Octave Stairway peered up at him. He imagined he looked as much like the disheveled man in the drawing now as he had then, surrounded by the iconography of his work. Galen knelt, retrieving the picture and again losing himself in memory. The same warmth welled in his chest, the same heartbreaking, joyous love. Tears blurred his vision. I won’t forget you, Stardust. I will follow you home.

Galen would endure this gilded prison as he had the last, and the first on Vullt. There would be the work and the subterfuge, and he would draw strength from the knowledge that Jyn and Lyra were safe and would be safer if he succeeded in his self-appointed mission.

“We will find your daughter, Galen,” Krennic’s voice chilled him, despite the cloying warmth of his tone. Galen had not heard him enter the apartment, had no memory of his approach. He would have to be more vigilant, he could not be caught unawares.

“I have no doubt you will expend every effort,” Galen responded smoothly, turning off the sketch screen and wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Sorry about the mess,” Krennic offered offhandedly as Galen placed the sketch screen on the armchair and turned to face the man he had once thought of as his only friend. “I was so desperate to find you, I quite forgot to clean up after our searches. I’ll have someone take care of it.”

Galen couldn’t bear the thought of any more Imperial hands touching all he had left of his family, and the same panic that had gripped him when Krennic had offered to take Lyra with them rose in his chest, but this time he was able to measure his response. “Orson, I need to do this myself. Give me some time to say goodbye. Please.”

“Of course, my friend, take a day to settle in and then we can plan the service,” Krennic squeezed Galen’s shoulder. “I’ll contact Cygna when the details are in place.”

Galen blanched at the name of Lyra’s mother casually falling from Krennic’s mouth.

Tagging: @callioope, @skitzofreak, @brynnmclean, @imsfire2, @okaynextcrisis, @weshallflyaway, @im-immortal, and anyone else who’d like to!

[iraniq]

Birthdays be like...

# Thomas Andrew Felton:

/the scene happens in England/

- you woke up early to prepare breakfast

- barely slept the night from excitement

- half way through someome kissed your ear

- "woke up 2h ago to walk Willow, saw all, but thanks for trying"

- "go away, it's a surprise"

- "let me help in then, love!"

- "you can't help in your birthday surprise"

- "watch me"

- ends up helping in his birthday surprise.

- you singing 'ophelia'song to him, incapable to replace it with Tom and still spunds good

- he made thousand videos and pics of you stumbling with the song

- no pancake hit the floor!

- still officially forbidden of giving Willow secret not dog food

- talking about Willow, she came fast when she heard voices

- ending up making dog friendly pancake

- flipping it right on her face /was already cooled/

- Tom got it all on video

- "look now, oh hi Willow, catch"

- "did you just flipped the pancake to fall on her face?"

- before you can say yes, there was no physical memory of the pancake

- watching cartoons on the couch

- "looks like someone is sleepy"

- "nooooo"

- "well if you hadn't stayed till 2 in the morning last night..."

- "was excited for your birthday"

- "and you said it like thousand times"

- "i am excited for birthdays, and yours is a special one"

- forhead kissed

- he muttes something that endes with 'love', but tight hugs and stroking hair, is one way ticket to dreamland

- bonus: Willow is a warm pillow on your lap

- afternoon long walks

- laughter

- singing on the streets

- silly pics

- pillow fight at home

- Willow stole yet another one

- "Willow's pillow fortress is getying bigger"

- "because you can't say no to your child, and instead taking them from her, you keep on buying new ones"

- fancy, low key filthy sexy looking dress for dinner

- a comedy movie no one watched...

- ... because pillow war revange

- and somewome had to keep an eye on popcorn

- food thief detected

- sloberly kisses and yet another pillow missing

- "just jump in the pool with the dress, love"

- drying hairs in the midle of the night

- matching pajamas

- Willow at board

- "your child just stole my sock"

- "she is your child now too..." - halj asleep deep british voice

- "ok, then, our child, just stole my sock"

- more forhead kissed and love mumbles

- snuggles

- "will meet you im dreamland"

# Erich Blunt:

*Ok we have all seen the tik tok - "take your clothes off" and how the girl spits her drink, and we all reacted like that*

- after midnifgt visit at the big house

- you have a special 'multipass' key card

- wake him up at 12:02 with *coughs* love

- everywhere

- i mean everywhere

- possible

- in the house

- then maybe at 5 o'clock in the company

- the boss chair, that's unfortunately a super normal one, because he refused to have fancy cabibet

- in the virtual relity room

- junk food at the sunrise on a super random place

- naps in the big, too fancy for naps, bed

- mid afternoon flight to a dessert rave party

- yes... plain checked

- matching outfits at the party

- the looks he gives you

- yes... at some random spots in the crowd

- his poker face is out of this world

- stargazing and hand holding

- tents at feativals are not soun proof...

- both umable to human the next day, dozzing off in the plane

# Julian Albert Desmond:

- a workoholic, scientist, perfectionist... with a metahuman bad experience inside his head... He could tell by the air in the room, something was off...

- a surprise was way beyond imaginable

- imagine everybody's faces when you casualy dropped at the station, introducing yourself

- "she is a spy" - Cisco said

- "Julian mentioned he had a girldriend...but i thought it was just for the excuse" - Barry said

- "nope, alive and in the flesh"

- you announced his upcoming birthday in a week and asked for help

- they were all instantly in

- same day, Barry got 'late'

- the captain gave them a case in the far abandoned aide of town, Caitlin was in the car with him, non stop talking, how Ciaco and HR are unbarable. Iris and Barry...

- he wasn't paying attention at this point

- the building looked suapicious

- they entered, only to see the whole Team Flash, including Dr. Wells and Jessie, holding a cake, with this so familiar red sugar you have been buying lately

- he knew your surprise will pop up eventually

- you knew he was late after work, no more metahumans hate, but you nevwr poked the subject

- "no one told her" - Barry reasured

- "she is overworking today, and instructed us, quoting 'get his ass the cake, or i will end you!', she is scary for a librarian" - Iris noted

- "she certanly is"

- all laugh

- "candles blowing in abandoned and possibly dangeroys area, great"

- all laughing again

- *insert Julian's sarcastic remarcs*

- "people skills, Julian"

- A fot Ain't even trying at this point

- afterwork party at the park

- Julian being soft

- Caitlin being low key jealous

- romantic dances under the stars

- you wearing a long mid transparent nightgown and his "explorer hat"

- *insert adult content here*

# Logan Maine:

*AU where they woke up the passangers a week before artiving at Thea, notjing hit the ship*

/haven't yet finished the tv series, so some info might not be true/

- after Mia, Logan didn't plan on having friends, or being close to someone

- not that he planned to befrend Mia...

- aftee several days of you being sweet carring and maybe a bit rude, and an epileptic episode later, he was tolerating you

- maybe more than toleraring, but he wasn't gonna admit it

- he was astonishing cook to start with

- you tried making cake, when you found out

- failed!

- but the unhealthy ammount of chocolate syrop on it, fixed it

- him dipping fries in the chocilate...

- *Logan what?!*

- walking around the 'garden'

- him pushing you towards the spraying water

- trying to name the plants only to end up with: "if it's not weed..." - he laughed

- "you are failing at being horrible"

- "trying to be, but that smile of yours isn't helping"

- marker writing on the station windows, connecting stars in odd shapes

- sneaking on others

- "is Baum a perv, or just a perv"

- "Shun and Lana are totally a thing"

- low key stealing extra pills for his epilepsy

- who'll suspect the cool sweet kid's teacher

- stealing food from your supervisor's cabim, after you went asking her, what Logan liked, so you can make a romantic dinner

- she didn't gave you much info, but the odd plastic half liquid sweets you stole definwtly tasted good

- "the A woman stealing? Your crush on me is ruining your good name"

- "maybe i am tired of a good name"

- "don't tell me you go to another planet to be a criminal"

- "lools like i might have the best teacher"

- "only om small crimes, like stealing a pretty girl's heart"

- his odd winks

- that smirk

- kisses in the dark

- he "found" some extra blankets

- 2 burritos on a way after midnight open space gazing

- Shun may have cought you drawing the odd funny shapes, but told no one - you were holding hands, giggling drawing one ovee another, was way too cute to tell on

# Draco Lucius Malfoy:

/Around 6th-ish year maybe.../

- how you pick a present for someone who has everything, literally everuthing

- bargins with Pansy for info

- Theo gives it all free

- Blaize asked for unknown favor

- no one actually gave you smth to work with

- Draco was bitter

- even the good fight with Potter didn't lift his spirit

- nor the -10 points

- you even owled Narcisaa, but nothing

- difficult problems require simple solution

- his favourire clothes of yours

- your Gucci pefulme on his scarf

- this beyond ordenary way you bite off from his green apple

- the thing with the shy eyes and devil smile you love pulling on him

- touching his hair

- scratching his hands with your long nails gives him the good chills

- changing in that gorgeous emerald green dress he bought you for the Christmas ball

- pinky hand holding

- getting cold, so he can give you his coat

- him and his long coat

- messy pearl hair

- stolen kissed under his tree

- brushing your nose in his cheek

- teasing each other

- in your own bubble in aftwenoon class

- again -10 points... each

- professor Lupin felt the pain of ceperating the lovely sight you were, so he can continue his lesson

- party at the boy's bedroom

- eating the cake his mom send you, instead of dinner

- whole friends group having pure childish fun, sharing silly stories

- levitating around in pretend swim manner

- cake

- *coughs* wine *cougs*

- late night walk to the astronomy tower

- him showing you the stars

- the Dragon again, because you can never place it right

- him knowing you pretend not to know, so he can have an excuse to give you silly shoulder kisses

- you tip toeing to reach him

- passionate kisses under the stars

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@diyunho @lovermrjokerr @darthjokerisyourfather @littlebeautifly

Whoever enjoys it as well 😛

[shinsoups]

‘get to know me’ tag game

Rules: answer the questions and tag people you’d like to get to know better.

tagged by: @tangerinefluff​ @brazil-hinata​ @chibishae34​ and @saving-empress-ac​  i dont have a lot to tag anymore haha since 4 of you tagged me to this already! thank you so much 🥰✨

tagging: @b0ku4ka @doodleniella​ @eilime910​ @gayerthanthee​ @tsukeijii​ @vicassa​ @kagebunshiin​ (pls feel free to ignore this if ur not comfortable sharing info about yourself) ✨

What do you prefer to be called name-wise? Sey 

When is your birthday? december 9

Where do you live? philippines

Three things you are doing right now:

finishing a draft report

while listening to some lofi/jazz ghibli playlist

drinking coffee at the moment

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

pjo (2013 i think i binge read my friends collection! i got pulled into it)

bts (2015-present)

day6 (2017-present)

haikyuu and bnha (2017 up to present) 

How has the pandemic been treating you? its tiring to not know what day it is and to think its already december i feel like i wasted 9 months without doing something at all :(

A song you can’t stop listening to right now? Love Me Less by MAX How old are you? 20+ 

School, university, occupation, other? university and working? as a volunteer at the moment near our place. i help organize modules for less fortunate kids who weren’t able to enroll this school year. so i help make said modules and teach parents so can they teach their kids.

Do you prefer heat or cold? cold. im not really good when its too hot, i feel suffocated and sweaty 

Name one fact others may not know about you. i like to write and draw? actually i try to do that haha my friends are not aware how i write for fandoms and actually own a tumblr account like this \

Are you shy? yes. i usually don’t talk a lot. i just like to listen to others and tbh i’ll only speak once im asked or if needed lmao

Pronouns? she/her

Biggest pet peeves? people who chew with their mouths open, the so-called Filipino time pff

What is your favorite “dere” type? dandere? or maybe tsundere

Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be. probably just a 5. i tend to live my life just for the sake of living haha i dont put that much pressure on myself. a friend told me if im following a dudeist kind of life. i dont even know myself anymore haha

What’s your main blog? howcanisey (its a day6,skz,bts, got7 blog) i started posting on main after deactivating my amino account sksks

List your side blogs and what they’re used for

heyheysey  - feels like this is main already haha this was originally a haikyuu!! love blog but since i love so many anime, manga and manhua this became a messy blog already. i also post fics and art? here

musubimsby - i made this so i can reblog all the fics i like and read (to be read fics as well) which some are +18 or nsfw content 

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends? as long as people know how to respect everybody then im good, they’re good. also pls do know i dont talk a lot. really, whenever i talk in tags its just me doing monologue lmao i dont bite but i tend to forget to reply in conversations most of the times. im not ignoring you...there’s just a high chance my attention span has been limited to 3 seconds once again.

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Caravan of love

God I need a cigarette! I gasped as I collapsed, exhausted, at the top of the small mountain my team had just hiked up in the Lake District.

Youre supposed to be setting us a good example. Khalid laughed as he flopped down next to me quickly followed by his two schoolmates.

Fu…To Hell with that! I laughed, I deserve one after a walk like that.

Still laughing at me puffing and panting the boys whispered something, then Khalid turned to me and asked nervously; Do you really want a smoke?

I was supposed to have given up…but…yes… at this minute I would absolutely love one. I replied.

Jonny, he turned to his friend, give her one.

Id love to; but will a fag do? The good looking teenager giggled.

When the penny dropped that Khalid had made an innuendo the laughter got even louder.

You boys will get me the sack! I chided them as I took the cigarette from the packet. Jonny knelt beside me as he lit it in his best James Bond manner.

Youre leaving anyway, the other boy, Fletcher, corrected me.

He was correct; this was my last day as a teacher in the UK and I was only doing this course as a favour to the Headmaster.

Im Nina and Im a 25yr old supply teacher in the North of England. Because I was sick of not knowing which school Id be at from one week to the next I was catching a train home to Bishop Stortford the next afternoon after Id safely put my three teenage charges on the coach home to Newcastle. Id been at this school 7 times in the last three years and had developed a good reputation among the pupils and staff, but knew that there was no chance that Id ever get a full-time job.

Every year twelve schools from the Newcastle area take part in an outward bound competition in the Lake District spread over four days. The Headmaster at Ponteland Comprehensive, where Id been teaching since January, was desperate for his school to do well for once; but Mr. Winnet who was meant to be in charge of a team of four had hurt his back so I was corralled into spending four days climbing hills, canoeing, orienteering and walking through rivers with three hormonally challenged 15 year olds while getting paid for it!

I already knew the three boys in the team from my time as their stand-in Maths teacher and hadnt had any real problems with them; even though they were all from the notorious Darras Hall Estate. These three were regarded as ‘saveable by the Headmaster and the course was their reward for 100% attendance and working hard.

Im a naturally sporty type of girl; so with my help and leadership we had been ‘neck and neck with Scotswood Grammar School and climbing this hill in the fastest time meant that we were the Champions!

Youd better finish that quick, miss! Jonny shouted, Walker Academy is nearly here.

Khalid and I took a last puff from our cigarettes and made a drama out of stubbing them out and wafting away the tell-tale smell of smoke, although there was a gale nearly blowing us away.

I grinned and shook my head when I read the sticker on the boys caravan door – ‘If the caravans a-rockin; dont come aknockin! Hardly appropriate for a group of schoolboys; I thought.

Whats going on here? I asked as I suspiciously sniffed the air in their caravan when I went to collect them to go to the evening meal and presentation.

Nothing, Miss. They all chimed in unison.

If thats what I think it is, you really will get me sacked. I tried not to grin as I definitely smelt dope in the air.

The boys didnt admit to anything and we made our way across the muddy field to the main building. It was quite a distance as we had been allocated two caravans at the far end of a large field; the other schools had large tents closer to the main building and toilet block.

You look nice miss. Khalid told me as we walked past the other schools tents.

Thank you, I smiled in appreciation, a girl never knows what her luck will be like in a place like this.

I did actually; even though I was wearing a nice short denim skirt and a fitted zip-up hooded top there was absolutely no way I was going to pull on my last night as an English school teacher. The best looking guy was obviously gay and the other teachers and the instructors all looked down their noses at my team as they were from a rough council estate that didnt fit into their ‘elite club.

After dinner and the short ceremony we tried to mingle with some of the other teams but when I had to stop Jonny from hitting a taller boy from Scotswood I thought that a tactical retreat was called for.

Have you got any of that stuff left that I didnt smell earlier? I asked Khalid as I pinned Jonny to the wall as a teacher from Jesmond led a whimpering boy away claiming that Jonny was ‘going to kill him.

He nervously looked at Jonny who was their natural leader; then nodded nervously, Why Miss?

I think that this young man needs to relax and, if memory serves me right, that should do the trick!

Youre cool, Miss, Fletcher told me, with a lop-sided grin, for a teacher!

I asked what he meant by that and the boys all told me why they liked me above all of the other teachers as we wandered back to their caravan.

The boys were being trusted not to wreck the van as they should have been chaperoned by Mr Winnet but he had got the train home earlier in the day.

As Khalid unlocked the door he turned and grinned, Weve got some booze too!

Why am I not surprised? I chuckled as I took a seat in the middle of the bay window.

Khalid brought his large rucksack in from the bedroom as Jonny produced a tin with 5 spliffs in it from his.

I shook my head in mild disbelief as they poured large measures of vodka into tumblers and topped it up with coke from the ceremony.

Where did this come from? I asked as I put the glass to my lips, I know you didnt bring it with you; we checked your bags.

This morning; when you were putting Winnet on the train, he grinned mischievously, I robbed two bottles and some cider out of the shop over the road.

The boys let out a cheer as I shook my head in mock disbelief.

Jonny opened his tin and offered me one of the spliffs.

Id rather have a ciggie if someone has one. I shrugged my shoulders, Ill have one of those later!

As we sipped the vodka and coke the boys bombarded me with questions: ‘Did I have a boyfriend? ‘Why was I leaving? ‘What was my home town like? ‘What was university like? ‘Had I ever taken drugs? ‘Did I have any tattoos or piercings?

It was fun talking to them and I tried to be as honest as possible as they genuinely wanted to know what life was like away from their town. I admitted to smoking dope and occasionally dropping a couple of Es and I had three tattoos; showing them the Angel on my shoulder and the Celtic design on my lower back but letting them guess where the other one was.

When Id finished my large glass of vodka and coke we all lit up the spliffs…WOW…Id forgotten how good that stuff could be and how powerful.

My head was spinning when Fletcher handed me a second large glass of vodka.

My legs were now curled underneath and I began asking about their lives. It wasnt long before they started talking about girls.

As the drink and dope began to take effect we were all in a giggly mood and the boys became braver as they talked about the girls and other female teachers in very personal terms.

I began by admitting to being quite wild at University but not actually telling them exactly what Id done – just letting them guess; which was fun.

The boys quickly became excited when I didnt blush or rein them in so their questions soon became very sexy and personal.

‘Did I play with myself? ‘Did I use sex toys? ‘Had I ever been with another girl? ‘Had I ever seen a porn film? ‘Do you suck cock, Miss?

Without hesitating I replied, Yes or of course, to just about everything.

The boys were all grinning and had twinkles in their eyes as they continued asking me about my sex life and confessed to all sorts of things that theyd been getting up to with the girls at school who Id previously thought relatively innocent! How wrong I was!

Jonny told me that Nadia gave the best blow-jobs because her tongue was pierced but Carly would let them cum on her face.

Apparently at least five girls in 5c, including both Thompson twins, had shaved their pubes off! I couldnt remember if I even had pubes at that age!

Their dirty language and descriptions were now making me very, very horny and I was beginning to think I should leave them as I really needed to frig myself.

What do girls think about when they play with themselves? Fletcher asked.

All sorts, I guess. I answered then took a draw on the last spliff that Khalid had passed to me.

Like fantasies? he continued.

Yes, I raised my eyebrows in mock amazement, girls have sexy fantasies just like guys.

All three looked genuinely amazed and it was only then that I remembered how young and immature they really were.

So what are your fantasies Miss? Jonny asked me.

Ooh, I couldnt possibly say. I said as coyly as possible.

I nearly gave the game away when Khalid immediately started talking about him and his elder brother roasting a girl as her 15th birthday present.

By this time I was permanently squirming in my seat and I was sure that Jonny and Khalid were looking up my skirt and could see my red panties. They certainly made no attempt to hide their bulges that where poking through their jogging pants as they moved into the corner of the sofa for a clearer look.

.

Im going to have to go for a wank now! Jonny snorted as he thrust his hands inside his pants and finally adjusted his hard dick. I uncurled my legs to make myself more comfortable; making sure that they got an unobstructed flash of my soaking knickers and hopefully some of my gash as I knew my pussy would be sucking the gusset in.

Would you like me to do that for you? I smiled.

The poor kid didnt know what to do or say.

Im serious, I beamed, as I took another slurp of vodka, do you want me to wank you off?

The boys nervously looked at each other, unable to comprehend what Id just said.

I manoeuvred until I was kneeling on the sofa and facing the 15 year old schoolboys.

Oh come on guys, I pleaded as I slowly unzipped my top, youve got to know how horny youve made me.

The boys were still silent but now grinning madly.

Ill show you mine if youll show me yours. I giggled as I took my top off then seductively cupped and stroked my tits through my pale blue lacy Wonderbra.

Ive always had nice tits…no thats not quite right…I have fucking lovely tits…everyone says so! They are medium sized (32b), firm and pliable clay and my nipples poke up to the sky. They have passed ‘the pencil test several times!

Jonny shrugged his shoulders and pulled the waistband of his pants down with one hand and waved his prick at me with the other.

Mmmm, that looks nice. I purred as I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the caravan floor. Do you like my tits?

The boys nervously nodded. Jonny and Khalid were still in front of me but Fletcher was sitting slightly behind getting a good view of my arse as well as a side view of my tits.

Get your cocks out and Ill show you my tattoo! I teased as I unbuttoned the side of my skirt.

Khalid quickly whipped his out closely followed by Fletcher. Their cocks looked gorgeous; Khalids was about 6 inches long and quite thick and a lot darker than his olive skin – I couldnt wait to suck it! Jonnys was about the same length but not as fat and Fletchers was short and fat – just like him.

I could feel the sweat running down my back as I stood up and let my skirt fall to the floor. The boys couldnt take their eyes off me as I slowly pulled the front of my knickers down so that they could see my hairy pie and my little red devil tattoo but not quite everything.

I dropped my chin onto my chest, fluttered my eyelashes as innocently as possible and told them, Well, Ive seen yours…would you like to see mine?

Fuck yes! Fletcher gasped as he stroked his cock. Actually they were all slowly masturbating in a well practiced manner. Thats another thing about me…I love watching guys play with themselves…as long as there is some left for me.

It took a tug to prize my knickers out of my sticky pussy but Khalids jaw nearly hit the floor when he saw the long string of juice that was stuck to the gusset!

I slowly looked around the caravan at my three students. They were like putty in my hands as they devoured my naked body with their eyes – they were going to be my sexual play-things for the rest of the night.

Do you still want me to …wank you off? I suggestively licked my lips and met Jonnys gaze, or would you like me suck it?

Ooh, Miss…suck me off…PLEASE MISS! Jonny pleaded.

I rested my knee on the seat and leant forward, jiggling my tits for him when I gently wrapped my fingers around his hot pink shaft. Perhaps it was stage-fright but it wasnt as hard now as when he had first flashed it at me; but I would soon put that right.

Does that feel good? I asked. The boy grinned and nodded. Lets see if the Teachers better at sucking cocks than her pupils?

Ahughaghaghooohhh. He groaned when I covered his swollen plum and kept on pushing until his squishy cock filled my mouth and my chin touched his hairy bollocks.

God his young cock tasted lovely…all hot and sweaty just how I like them. Years of practice came in useful as I began fucking his cock with my mouth as I breathed through my nose. Just as I hoped it instantly began to stiffen and filled my mouth so I had to eventually let most of it glide out so I could suck him comfortably and stroke his shaft and balls.

My head was spinning as I put on a show for his friends; slurping and sucking his dick like a porn actress.

Squeeze my tits! I whispered in between slurps.

Jonny slid his hand around my neck and began caressing my breast; making me gasp when he touched the nipple.

Squeeze them harder! I pleaded, Dig your fingers into my tits!

Oh fuck! he gasped but obeyed, digging his nails into my flesh and shaking my puppies like a kitten with a ball of wool.

When I felt his balls tighten and his breathing became shallower I tightly gripped the base of his shaft and making sure my breath engulfed his knob I looked up into his glazed eyes.

Miss! Im cumming! He warned me, MISS! My balls are aching…Im cumming!

Do you want to cum on the Teachers face? I teased Youd like that wouldnt you? Spunking all over her face!

Yes, yes, yes! He winced and manically nodded his head as I flicked my tongue across his japs-eye.

Go on then, I whispered as I furiously rubbed his shaft and aimed his piss-hole at my face.

I too was now squealing with delight as he tried to pull my nipple out of its roots when the first jet of hot teenage spunk splashed across my face, then another and the third landed in my eye.

Oh God! Oh fucking God…Miss! He gasped as I sucked the last dregs of salty spunk out of his cock.

Delirious with desire I raised myself up onto my feet. As his spunk dripped down my face I asked, Who wants to be next?

Me Miss! Me Miss! Fletcher shouted as he raised his arm in the air for attention, forgetting that he wasnt in class.

I picked my knickers off the floor and wiped the excess cum off my face then lay down next to him with my face in his lap.

His short stubby cock looked lovely as I licked some bitter pre-cum out of his tip.

As I stroked his cock I turned to the other two, I need one of you to lick my cunt.

They both looked shocked that Id used the C word. It hadnt dawned on me that the boys and I had probably used every other word in the dictionary during our sexy chat but at this moment in time it wasnt a vagina or a pussy between my legs it was a CUNT a hot and horny CUNT that needed a good tonguing.

Jonny instantly knelt on the floor and pulled my legs apart; staring at my hot pink gash.

Ive never done this before, Miss. What do I do? He looked at me excitedly.

Just lick it like its an ice cream then, I told him as I pulled the sticky flaps apart to expose my clitoris which was sticking out like a third nipple, then flick your tongue like crazy over that.

Ill try my best miss. He said in a soft voice. Even the boys calling me ‘Miss was becoming such a fucking turn-on!

Oooooohhhhh yeesssss! I moaned when he made his tongue glide up my groove.

He was a fucking natural; his untrained tongue lapped up my love juices and he sucked on my labia as his fingers stroked and caressed the inside of my thighs and the crack of my arse.

After a minute or so I bent over to greedily eat Fletchers fat prick. We moaned and groaned in unison as his cock fit perfectly into my mouth and Jonnys tongue fit perfectly into my sopping cunt.

Yeh….yeh…yeh…yeh! Fletcher kept gasping as he twirled my around his fingers as my mouth created a vacuum around his dick.

Without using words I made him spread his legs so I could get a tight grip on his hairless sack while I bobbed my head and swirled my tongue around the purple knob.

Oohya! I yelped when Jonnys tongue suddenly touched my clit making me jump and I let the cock slip out of my mouth.

YES….YES…YES! I cried out, Finger me! Finger me!

Jonny dutifully poked my twat with a long middle finger giving me a little bit of relief as I returned to my oral administrations on his fat friend.

Fletcher grabbed two handfuls of hair and began bouncing in his seat as he fucked my mouth. I met each thrust with a bob of my head as Jonny did wonderful things to my cunt and clit with his fingers and tongue.

My whole body seemed to convulse as I gave and received oral at both ends.

Aaaaaggghhh! Fletcher gasped as he neared orgasm.

More fingers! I shouted to Jonny as my own fingers furiously wanked the fat cock until it showered my face with thick lumpy spunk.

He inserted a second then a third finger and viciously licked my throbbing clit until I panted for air then WOW!!!! A mind blowing orgasm flooded my body. I didnt scream or cry out like I usually do…I just grinned myself silly as the sweetest feeling in the world engulfed my whole being as Fletcher covered my lips with solid globules of sticky cum.

My orgasm left me shattered so I flopped back against the cushions and gently stroked my tingling cunt for their amusement.

Khalid was now standing naked in the middle of the floor stroking a stiffy that looked like it was going to burst.

Come here baby, I whispered and patted the cushion nearest my head, and Teacher will take care of that ache for you!

He didnt need telling twice and was soon waving his dark uncut cock in front of my face. I couldnt wait either and immediately filled my mouth with my third rock hard teenage cock.

My tits…my tits! I moaned, Do what Jonny did and squeeze Teachers titties for her…nice and hard…hurt me!

His hairy olive fingers were soon mauling my mounds as I sucked his dark pipe for him.

Oh yes…thats good! I grunted with a mouth full of cock as he stretched my pink rosebud nipples as far as they would go, making me suck the life out of his young dong.

As the third boy to get his cock sucked I knew that he wouldnt last as long as the others and I was right. Khalid soon grabbed my head and forced his long thin dick past my tonsils and came straight into the back of my throat and down my neck.

I was now insatiable and judging by the three hard cocks that were in front of me so were they!

Now… fuck me! I called to Jonny as I lay flat on my back and spread my legs for my young lover, curling one ankle over the back cushion so that my hairy cunt was on show to the whole world.

With a huge grin on his face he knelt between my splayed legs and eagerly guided his six inches of throbbing cock into my willing hole.

Ooohhh yes baby! I panted as his cock filled me up, does that feel good fucking your teacher?

Yes Miss it does, he chuckled as he began thrusting his hips and forcing his cock into my belly, Its fucking…fucking amazing!

My head was shaking from side to side and I was playing with my over sensitive tits as Jonny proved to me that he hadnt been lying about fucking lots of girls at his tender age…he was quite a swordsman.

Fuck her mouth, Jonny told the others, one of you fuck her mouth…lets roast her!

The smile on my face would have lit up London when Khalid suddenly appeared next to my face and forced his cock past my lips for a second time.

I was in raptures as Jonny forced my legs back until my knees touched my tits making his long thick cock tickle the inside of my belly and the darker boy grasped two large handfuls of my mousey brown hair as he wildly fucked my mouth and throat. All I had to do was lie back and enjoy it as they now treat me as their sexual plaything for nearly fifteen minutes.

Jonny hadnt cum and sweat was pouring from his face when Fletcher begged him ‘for a go!

Okay, he panted, but Im not finished with her.He had hardly pulled his cock out when Fletcher lunged forward.

Wait! I gasped as I pushed Khalid away from my face, let me get on top…I want to cum again.

I positioned Fletcher so he was sitting on the sofa and I straddled him. His thick cock felt wonderful as it stretched my aching cunt. I quickly accustomed myself to his girth and rocked backwards and forward rubbing my clit against his pubic bone as I squashed my tits against his face.

The other two wandered off and opened the bottle of cider as I fucked their fat friend within an inch of his life!

No matter what I did to him; I couldnt cum. I bounced on his cock, I ground down hard, I twisted and rotated, I fucked him fast and I fucked him slow – nothing! I kept getting close but nothing.

I was becoming desperate when I spotted Jonny and Khalid whispering conspiratorially; then giggling like the teenagers that they were.

Jonny stood on the sofa and edged towards me waving his flaccid cock in front of my face. I didnt need asking twice and hungrily gobbled his young meat as I bounced on the fat cock in my cunt.

Id been with two guys at University once and had dreamt of doing it again; never dreaming that it would be with school kids; but tonight it seemed so much sexier and dirtier than in my fantasies; especially because they called it ‘spit-roasting.

If fucking and sucking two cocks was exciting Khalid soon moved the action up a gear!

As I ground my pussy down onto Fletchers cock Khalid began shaking my tits with one hand and stroking and nipping my arse with his other.

Go on. Jonny urged him as he held my head while I sucked and licked his rock hard shaft.

Khalid nervously ran a finger between my arse cheeks and hovered a finger tip over my anus as he rolled my nipple between his fingers then tugged on it just the way I liked.

Go on! Jonny was becoming agitated, Shes not stopping you, is she?

Without any warning he jabbed a bony finger past my sphincter and about in inch or more slid inside my arse making me gasp…with pleasure!

Ugh…ugh…good. I gurgled.

I fucking told you she would like it! Jonny admonished his young friend. Khalid soon realised that I was enjoying having his finger up my arse while the other two ‘roasted me he soon began twisting my nipples and finger fucking my arse with two fingers.

Fletcher broke off from suckling my tit to ask; have you ever been water-tight Miss?

What? I asked as Jonny sat on the top of the cushion watching the action.

Airtight you dozy cunt! The good looking boy laughed, Airtight!

I shook my head and raised my eyebrows to let him know I still didnt know what he meant.

There was a look of surprise then delight on his face as he told me; you take three cocks at once…one in each hole.

Id never heard of such a thing but the crazy grin on my face must have told him that I wanted to try it…NOW!

Right…get up bollocks face, Jonny said as he slapped Fletcher on the shoulder, lets change places.

We took a moment or two to decide who was going where and which would be the most comfortable way to perform this lewd sexual act.

As I gulped down a belly full of cool cider, we agreed that I would fuck Jonny, suck Fletcher and because he had the thinnest cock; Khalid would be the first to fuck my arse!

I was shaking with excitement as I fed Jonnys 6 inches into my well fucked cunt. When I was comfortable Khalid lined the tip of his dick against my puckered anus and spit a gobful of saliva between my cheeks as lubrication. I clung onto Jonny as Khalid slowly worked his cock into my virgin arse-hole.

Agh…ugh…ooh! I grunted through gritted teeth as my arse felt as if it was being torn in two.

Oh shit! The boys gasped in unison.

I can feel your fucking dick touching mine! Jonny giggled as only a thin membrane separated to hard cocks inside my body.

After making sure that the boys wouldnt budge I slowly rotated my hips and gently moved my arse so that their cocks moved a little bit as I became acclimatised to the feeling of being full beyond belief.

Okay, I nervously told them, but be gentle with me.

Thankfully Jonnys position meant that he couldnt be as forceful as he would have liked to be and my arsehole was too tight for Khalid to fuck too fast so I was soon nearly hallucinating with sexual elation.

After a couple of minutes I began to relax and the three of us began moving with a bit more freedom making me groan and moan and gasp and giggle with gratification.

Now…now! I gasped and nodded to Fletcher, Im ready…make me airtight!

Fletcher shuffled along the sofa and placed his purple knob on my bottom lip. I nodded my head and his fat cock stretched my mouth and jaw.

I snorted and gagged but I wasnt going to stop now! I could feel my poop-chute stretch and loosen up with every thrust from Khalid and the more relaxed I became the harder Jonny banged his cock into my cunt from down below.

Fireworks were soon going off in my head and clitoris as I began spontaneously orgasming. Little ones, big ones, short ones long ones…one after another untilI was just hanging on to the boys…like a limp rag.

Yes…yes…YES! Khalid wheezed as he rammed his dick into my arse like a fucking piston then suddenly stopped as he filled my shit-hole with his cream. His cock came out of my arse a lot easier than it went in!

Get off me! Jonny demanded as soon as the other boy stepped away. I want to fuck

your arse.

He virtually pushed me away in his haste to bugger me. As soon as he was standing behind me he forced me back onto my knees and spread my cheeks to view his friends handiwork.

Oh man, he exhaled noisily, that looks so fucking sweet…look… your spunks still coming out!

I was now trembling with anticipation as Jonny tentatively nudged his fat cockhead against my tingling anus. Khalid had stretched my poop-chute but Jonnys cock was definitely fatter and it still wasnt that easy for him to get his knob past my sphincter.

Aaaaahhhgggggg! I howled as he finally plunged his dick into my arse. As soon as the knob entered the rest just slid in like greased lightening. AaaaaaAAAGGGGHHHHHH you bastard! I screamed again when he began fucking my arse as hard as he had my cunt, but it didnt stop him.

I was biting my lip and had my face buried into a cushion to stifle the pain as he pummelled my arse with his thick six inches. The pain was becoming unbearable and electrifying so I didnt want him to stop.

Oh Jonny, Jonny, Jonny!I cried with tears of joy running down my face, Harder baby…harder…fuck my arse…fuck the teachers arse!

The teenager was now grunting like a wild animal as he revelled in the discomfort he was causing me.

Thats it…yes…yes…yes! he groaned as he speeded up just before he too filled my anal cavity with lovely teenage spunk.

When he withdrew his cock I could feel my hole gaping open and the overflowing spunk running down my thighs.

Its your turn now. Jonny wheezed and pushed Fletcher with the extra wide cock forward.

My arse was already stinging from the two buggerings Id just had but when Fletch pushed his fat mushroom in I gasped and felt like Id died and gone to Heaven. This boy was in no hurry and fucked my arse very slowly – each stroke nearly turning it inside out.

Oh baby, baby, I whined, that feels so fucking good. Youre making Teachers arse very, very sore and I fucking love it!

As the other two boys sat in front of me taking it in turns to feed their cocks into my mouth I panted, Thats it…faster…faster…fill my arse with your hot spunk…go on do it!

Hearing my husky voice sent him over the top and I felt my arse get warmer as he filled it with hot spunk.

Over the next hour or so the boys fucked me in every combination imaginable.

When I eventually collapsed, exhausted on the floor, my arse had been fucked ragged and my cunt was nearly worn out and my jaw was aching so much I could hardly speak; but I didnt care…this was the fucking of a fucking lifetime.

Id heard about the staying power of young boys but…shit… these boys were out of this fucking world.

I could hardly move the next morning when I woke up in a sleeping bag next to Jonny. I pulled on my top and skirt and hobbled to the shower block like John Wayne after a 200 mile horse ride.

I stood shivering with aches and pains under the hot shower; hardly able to wash myself as I relived the previous evenings events over and over and over again in my head.Pangs of guilt struck me as I got dressed in my tiny caravan but I reminded myself that the boys had promised to keep what we did a secret (hardly likely – I know) and after all in five days I would be on the other side of the world starting a new life in New Zealand.

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Heartbeat- Part 2

This is the second part in my Ben Hardy series involving a Gwilym love triangle, I hope you will all like it, thank you for the lovely feedback on the first part.

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Summary: Ben and (Y/n) haven’t been together long when they find out their pregnant. But (Y/n) fears she’ll lose the baby after suffering miscarriages before with her ex, Gwilym who is making things complicated.

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"Where are we going?" Ben cast his eyes down to the left so he could see (Y/n) as she walked beside him but the only look he received was a roll of her eyes.

His words were partially muffled considering he had a half-finished cigarette pressed between his lips in the right hand corner. It was a wonder to (Y/n) that it didn't fall from his lips and spill ash onto his clothing but it dawned on her that he must have had a lot of practise considering how much he smoked and how long he had the habit.

She watched him for a few moments, concentrating on the way that he didn't even remove the cigarette from his lips, he simply pressed it tighter between his lips and blew out the smoke from the other side of his mouth. (Y/n) knew if Ben had been wearing lipstick it would be smudged all over the end of the bud and have none left on his naturally red lips. His eyes were only just visible behind the very tinted sunglasses sat snugly on the bridge of his nose but she could see he wasn't bothered or phased by her focusing on his bad habit.

"You, are going for a walk." (Y/n) finally responded after tearing her eyes away from Ben's lips when he removed the smoke from his mouth and clasped it between his index and middle finger instead. It took a lot of will power for (Y/n) to keep looking up at him instead of allowing her eyes to wander down to his hand and see the way he held both the dog lead and the smoke so easily, showing he had done this before.

"Alright, where are you going then?" His brows rose and his head shook slightly from side to side as he rephrased his question to suit her liking.

"To drop a present off with Audrey, then I'll catch up with you."

Her eyes couldn't help but study Ben as his chin tipped up in understanding before he bent his neck and shoulders forward until he could place the cigarette back between his lips to take a drag before leaning back up to his full height.

"And that's Gwil's mum, right?" Yet again, the words passed through his lips along with the cigarette that flicked ash onto the pavement with how it tilted up and down as he spoke with ease yet caution for the habit he was holding.

"Yeah."

It had been Ben's idea to head out for a walk since it was a nice day and on his days off he normally went for long walks with Frankie. (Y/n) decided to tag along but she had to take a detour so she could drop the present off on time rather than bring it round late which she couldn't abide by. Presents, especially birthday presents, should be given to the person either days beforehand or on the day in question, a late present was not an option in (Y/n)'s mind.

"So, you're still on good terms with her?" Ben's left hand tightened around (Y/n)'s to fight off the chill in the air that was slowly turning his hand to ice, whereas his other hand was fine from Frankie constantly pulling on the leash to try and go quicker.

(Y/n) leaned her head against Ben's arm as they continued to slowly walk down the pavement, getting closer and closer to their destination. She didn't have the nerve or the will to go and see Gwilym again and give him the present to give to his mother and (Y/n) knew it would be more personal if she turned up and gave the present to Audrey herself. It would be nice to see her too since it had been a good few months since (Y/n) had seen or talked to her.

"I'm on better terms with her than Gwil. I've known her for a few years now and she's always been kind to me, it feels wrong not to at least give her a card on her birthday."

There was a faraway tone to (Y/n)'s voice like she was slipping into a daydream but she managed to hear Ben's hum of understanding before her mind really wandered away without her.

For the five years that (Y/n) had been with Gwilym, his mother had always been a friend to (Y/n). She was kind and caring and took (Y/n) in almost as her own straight away and even though things between her and Gwilym were not at a good stage right now, (Y/n) had nothing against Audrey and vice versa. Even though she was no longer with Gwilym, it felt wrong to even think about cutting all ties with his family, in the least with his mother because they had gotten along so well and she had been there for (Y/n) through some tough times.

"It's this one up here... I'll catch you up in about five or ten minutes." (Y/n) came to a stop just before Audrey's house and turned to face Ben, rolling her eyes when he dropped the stub of a cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath the heel of his shoe.

"You don't want me to hang around at the corner?" There was a small smile on Ben's lips because he already knew the answer but he thought he'd ask anyway.

"No, how am I going to look if I turn up to give her a present with my boyfriend hanging at the end of the street waiting for me? It's not polite, Ben." (Y/n) leaned her head to the side as she bit down on her lip, hoping he knew she wasn't ashamed or trying to be rude. But (Y/n) knew it wouldn't be nice to turn up and have Audrey spot Ben looking over at them waiting for her. It would be insensitive, like driving here with him waiting in the car for her.

"Neither is lying to her if she asks you to come in, but I get it... what if Gwil's there?" Ben's eyes darted to look over at the house like he was expecting Gwilym or someone else to be staring out of the window wondering who was stood chattering on the pavement outside the house.

"It's not like I'm staying." She shrugged her shoulders but Ben could already see the nerves rattling through her eyes and her body.

"You'll have to talk to him eventually, you'll need to tell him about the baby-"

"No." (Y/n) tightened her hand around Ben's until she was surely cutting off his circulation. Her chest already started to tighten like there was rope tied around her chest just at the thought of the baby. Any time Ben tried to bring up the subject (Y/n) shut down on the inside and out until he dropped the subject completely. Part of him understood but the other part was beginning to worry. "Not until we're passed the marker."

When (Y/n)'s breathing started to become rapid and shallow, Ben nodded and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her into his chest. He had a feeling that any talk or discussion about the baby would have to wait until the twelve week scan and he knew (Y/n) wasn't going to tell a soul until they were past fourteen weeks or even later. He could understand that because she wanted to make sure and be safe but it was still making him nervous to see how panicked (Y/n) got at the mere thought of the baby.

It was already getting to Ben because even though they were in the very early stages, he was desperate to tell his mum. He told her everything, she was one of the closest people to him and this was something he was yearning to talk to her about but he couldn't until (Y/n) was calm and okay with it.

"Go on, I'll see you in a bit." There was a soft tone to his voice and a certain look in his eyes that sent shivers running up and down (Y/n)'s spine before his lips were on her own and she could taste the smoke and nicotine lingering on his lips.

(Y/n) missed his touch as soon as his hand slipped from her own and returned to his pocket where he retrieved a fresh cigarette and his signature electric blue lighter. She took a few steps into the small front garden before she turned to watch Ben sliding the leash onto his wrist so he could cover the end of the smoke to light it properly. A wave of smoke like a flurry of powder parted from his lips before the lighter disappeared back into his pocket and his head dipped down, encouraging her to head up to the front door.

When she had walked up the few steps and was finally stood in front of the fire engine red wooden door, (Y/n) held her breath to try and calm herself down when she pressed the doorbell. She held the string handles of the flowery bag in both hands, tightening her grip until the string was cutting into her palms.

It felt strange, almost like an intrusion to turn up unannounced like this when she wasn't technically part of the family anymore. She guessed she'd never really been part of the family, she and Gwilym had only been engaged, they were never married which (Y/n) saw as a saving grace now, considering how their relationship had turned out. But she wasn't intending on staying, she didn't even want to step inside the house, she was only here to deliver a present and wish Audrey a happy birthday.

The moment the front door opened, the small, nervous smile that had previously been on (Y/n)'s expression slipped away immediately when her eyes set on Gwilym.

Shock was clear on his face, he didn't think (Y/n) would either remember his mother's birthday or that she wouldn't bother to get a present or come and visit her. His mouth opened but for a few horrid moments, he couldn't find anything to say.

"(Y/n)..." Was the only word to pass through Gwilym's lips as he stared at her in surprise, but there was something else in his eyes that (Y/n) couldn't work out.

"I- I brought a present, for your mum." (Y/n) raised the bag in her hand as if to prove that was the reason she had turned up unannounced like this.

"Come in."

It took all she had not to bite her lip and let her anxiety show, she hadn't wanted to go inside, it would be much easier if he just got his mum to come to the door and see her. But then again this was easier for Gwilym because it meant he wasn't being rude or inconsiderate towards (Y/n), he didn't want to exclude her or be hateful when it was kind of her to get his mother a present.

Nodding her head, (Y/n) stepped inside and followed Gwilym through the familiar house and into the living room that had cards held up on the mantle piece and in the bay window. There were a few balloons in the other corner of the room and an assortment of presents, half of which were still wrapped up neatly.

"(Y/n), oh dear it's so good to see you! Come, sit down."

(Y/n)'s smile turned more genuine when she looked over at Audrey who was sitting on the sofa next to the window, a bright yet bewildered smile as she clearly didn't think she would see her today.

"I'm fine, I won't stay... I just came to give you this, happy birthday." It almost felt awkward when she handed the present over to Audrey, it had never been like this before. (Y/n) always arrived with Gwilym and they came in, had a drink and sat chatting as they handed the presents to whoever it was having their birthday. (Y/n) never arrived on her own out of the blue without the intention of staying for a drink or a catch-up.

(Y/n) didn't like this feeling, she didn't like how awkward it felt and how different everything was going to be from now on. But she had made this decision, it was her choice to ruin things and make a fresh start and she couldn't take it back, nor would she ever choose to go back.

"Thank you dear, you really didn't have to... oh, it's my favourite." It wasn't much, (Y/n) knew that but she thought giving Audrey a bottle of her favourite perfume would be an adequate gift.

"Are you staying for a drink?" The smile on Gwilym's lips was almost endearing and he looked so innocent and almost young with his shoulders pulled up and his hands stuffed into his pockets from uncertainty. His expression and the way he was looking at her through his lashes almost made (Y/n) cave and say she would stay, but she couldn't. If she stayed she would be allowing everyone to think that things were almost back to normal and if Gwilym got that impression then things would take a horrid turn when reality came back to him.

"I... I can't, I'm sorry. But it would be nice to catch up soon, I hope you have a lovely day." (Y/n) could feel tears welling up in her eyes when she looked between Gwilym and Audrey who nodded with a kind expression saying that she understood.

"I'll walk you out."

(Y/n) could feel the tears building up behind her eyes when she exited the living room and headed back down the hall to reach the front door. It felt like she was moving on into a new chapter and when she left this house, she would never be able to revisit this part of her life. Change was a good and bad thing in (Y/n)'s eyes, she had been desperate to leave the relationship with Gwilym and wanted nothing more than to get together with Ben. But leaving Gwilym's family she had grown close to was hard and she didn't know if any of Ben's family were going to take to her or like her or if it would be awkward and unsettling.

"Are you okay?" Gwilym reached a cautious hand out to (Y/n)'s arm when he noticed her faraway yet rather worried expression. Not trusting her voice, (Y/n) simply nodded and managed a hum in response. "Thank you for that, you didn't have to."

"It's her birthday..." (Y/n) waved her hand as she spoke, trying to smile but it felt too hard and forced.

She didn't know if she would be doing anything like this anymore either, she was friends with Gwilym's sister but if everything with the baby worked out then (Y/n) wouldn't go through with seeing his sister on her birthday because (Y/n) would be about six or seven months pregnant by then. That would be too unsettling for them all.

"Look, I'm really sorry about what I said before, it was uncalled for. I don't want to fight with you or lose you, you mean too much to me-"

"It's okay... I don't want to fight either, and Ben's your friend I don't want to be in the way of that."

(Y/n) could already see where Gwilym was going and she didn't want him to go there at all. He meant a lot to her but her feelings for him had changed but she knew his hasn't towards her. Gwilym still held a torch for her but (Y/n) couldn't do anything about that, she couldn't lead him on but telling him it was never going to happen wouldn't really do much either, he couldn't turn off how he felt no matter how she wished he could.

But she also knew that if things with this baby worked out, Gwilym was not going to hold that torch for her any more, she doubted he would even want to talk to her anymore. He would think the worst of her, he would be rightfully angry and upset that she was having a baby with Ben when it didn't work for them. He would be angry that (Y/n) had moved on with Ben so quickly after leaving him.

(Y/n) didn't want to hurt him but she knew it was bound to happen, things were out of her control now.

"(Y/n), please... I-"

"I should go." When Gwilym's hand moved to try and hold hers, (Y/n) turned towards the door and stepped outside, quickly letting go of his hand. Ripping her hand away from his so suddenly would be rude and uncaring but holding his hand for too long would give him the wrong signals and she couldn't do that.

She wanted to be with Ben.

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Pursing his lips Ben leaned his hips back against the kitchen counter, folding his arms over his chest as his head subconsciously tilted to the side. His eyes followed her movements like looking away from her only for a second would allow her to disappear from sight.

He couldn't work out what was wrong.

There was a distant look in her eyes that was beginning to unsettle him but it wasn't just that which was concerning. It was the way (Y/n) was holding herself like she was weighted down but trying so hard not to crumble to the floor. It was the way that her movements were slower than normal implying either her reactions were slower for some reason or that she was being more careful and calculated about even just putting one foot in front of the other.

Her expression was also worrying to Ben because there was something behind her eyes, something on her mind that he couldn't see but he was desperate to find out what it was.

"Tell me what's the matter." His voice was so calming, so gentle yet with an edge of worry but he realised just how stuck in her mind (Y/n) had become when she only just registered his words.

When her head turned in his direction, (Y/n) felt a rush of adrenaline surging through her stomach and chest when it felt like Ben's eyes were looking right through her. The words were forming in her head but her lips felt like they were glued together and her eyes couldn't look into his own for more than three seconds before she looked down to the plate in her hands that she was cleaning.

She couldn't dare move her eyes to look over at him when she stood next to him to reach up for the cupboard to put the plate away.

"Baby, I know something's up, talk to me." Ben uncrossed his arms and held onto (Y/n)'s hands until she let the plate slip from her hands and into his own. But as soon as it was out of her grip, (Y/n) was holding onto the counter to steady herself like she thought she was going to topple over.

Ben really didn't want to have to prize whatever was wrong out of (Y/n) but something was up and if she didn't tell him it was only going to drag around with her and make him worry.

"I have to go to the doctors tomorrow." (Y/n) could barely hear the words herself and it surprised her that Ben didn't need her to repeat what she said. She tipped her head down so she was looking at the little dots and swirling patterns in the counter-top she was leaning against so she didn't have to see the confusion and worry in Ben's eyes.

"Why?"

Reaching his hands out, Ben held onto (Y/n)'s arms until he managed to prize her hands off the counter and turn her so she was facing him. One hand moved to rest on her hip whilst the other gently pressed under her chin to tilt her head up so she was finally looking at him. Ben knew for a fact this wasn't planned, it was out of the blue because it was at such short notice. He knew this appointment hadn't been scheduled weeks or even many days in advance.

"I'm having a scan because I'm bleeding." (Y/n)'s voice was quiet but there was something behind her voice pushing her words and stopping her from choking up or sobbing through her words. This wasn't the first time (Y/n) had had to explain this situation to someone and the more it happened, the more numb she started to feel.

"A lot?" Ben's finger subconsciously dug into her hip before quickly releasing when he realised how tightly he was holding her. He knew sometimes a little blood wasn't a worry or a problem but if the doctor had told (Y/n) to go in and she had been through this before, it didn't look very good.

"Not heavily, but it's enough." (Y/n) was desperate to hang her head or look anywhere else but Ben's anxious, pained eyes but his hand stopped her. "This time won't be any different-"

"You don't know that." They didn't know for definite that they'd lost or were going to lose the baby. Something might be wrong or nothing at all could be wrong, the baby might be lost or they might be perfectly fine and they would find out tomorrow. Ben would rather stay the tiniest bit hopeful now, just for a bit longer than destroy every hope when nothing was certain yet.

"Gwil was right, I'm not going to be a mother. This time isn't different or special just because it wasn't planned." (Y/n) couldn't help the way her words cut through the air with a vicious tone, the bitterness was swelling up inside of her until it was consuming everything.

(Y/n) had deluded herself into thinking that this was some kind of miracle or something special because this baby wasn't planned. She tried to believe that this had happened for a good reason since the baby was out of the blue but it was just like every other time she wanted to be a mother. She was lucky if she got to go to a twelve week scan and fourteen weeks was the marker she had reached once and only once but even that didn't last long.

This fantasy wasn't going to happen just because (Y/n) willed for it to since she was with a new person in a new home trying to restart her life. Some things just didn't change.

"Maybe it's not different or special this time around, but that doesn't mean it's worthless or predictable. You didn't expect to leave Gwil when you did, you didn't expect to be here with me right now and neither of us expected this baby. Forget about what Gwil said or what happened before, this time things might just surprise you."

The firm tone to Ben's voice and the way his eyes narrowed in determination stopped (Y/n) from saying anything else. Not everything in life was predictable and Ben could see (Y/n) was always going to expect something like this to happen. But not every time was going to go the same way, this time might just work out for her.

They just had to wait until tomorrow to find out.

[animated-moon]

Good evening my lovely, How was your day today?

I was pretty busy today. I decided to actually start baking the cookies that I was supposed to have done before the 26th. So far I have the dough finished, and all i have left is to make the frosting and to decorate. Then those cookies will be all ready for you my sweets <3.

Speaking of presents, what do you plan on doing for your upcoming birthday? Its starting to get very close isn't it (only 9 days away :0)?

Everyone on the team is dying to know if you have plans, because they all want to wish you a 'happy birthday' (I say 'they' because i'll have plenty of time before to wish you my moon).

By the way, that special day isn't the only day getting close right? There's still a certain wedding day 3 weeks away (which I feel greatly excited about), and Wakatoshi-Kun and Semi-semi have already started fighting over who gets to be my best man. Do you have any ideas on the guest list so far my dear (only the ones you have so far, do not take this as a green light to start overworking yourself for it as you still have some time)?

Love you my paradise~

- Satori

TORI BABE!! i just got this sudden urge to jump and hug you ugh. it’s been a good but very tiring day. OH!!! I DID A WATERCOLOUR DRAWING OF YOU THAT IM REALLY PROUD OF WAIT-

i apologise for the bad lighting but- YEAAAAAA !!!! IM REALLY EXCITED BECAUSE THIS IS THE FIRST WATERCOLOUR WORK IVE DONE WHICH IS ACTUALLY NOT BAD- WHAT DO YOU THINK???? (ill be calm dont worry)

ooohh, i see!! well, that means getting sugar cookies earlier for me, hehehe. hmmm, i’m not sure, actually. i planned for it to be just a normal day, buuut, my moots do think otherwise. it’s nothing that big, if i do say so myself. besides, i still have school on that day! (i wish i could skip..)

oH YES!! i have been preparing a number of things for the wedding, my sun!! the preparations are coming along quite nicely, and hmm, i’ll probably invite all my moots to the wedding. after all, theyre all my friends, and theyve all been nothing but nice to me! heheheheh, i wish i could see that in person, it sounds like an interesting sight to behold. also, i promise i won’t overwork myself! ,,,,,,well,, even if i do, probably not too much anyway. sometimes i do get carried away

[bittersweetmelxdy]

HI! I saw your requests were open so im taking the chance to ask if you could make a headcanon for the boys about dating a mc whomst really needy and clingy who likes being around their s/o 24/7 hugging and kissing them, showing affection in general uwu.

I honestly believe that none of the boys find this an issue, because of how much they love you (and they all have some level of tragic backstory). But all in all I hope you enjoy the headcannons. And I probably don’t say this enough but seriously, if you find any mistakes (factually, not gramatically, bc it it’s grammar based I won’t fix it, bc I will never have perfect grammar, I just do my best), please please please tell me, I would love to learn, especially if it’s a cultural aspect bc I just love to learn about places and cultures and time periods. :)

Victor:

Victor notices that your often right by his side during meetings, you are either sitting next to him at the boardroom table, or if you were standing, you were always so close that your arm brushed his suit jacket.  

He never mentioned it, but he knew for meetings that if he had to leave you be by yourself, he would always squeeze your hand tightly in his, or your upper arm if your hand was unavailable and he would tell you exactly where he was going, and leave with a “I’ll be back soon, wait for me.”  

The fact that you were so clingy actually put Victor’s mind at ease during business trips where he couldn’t take you along with him. You would always call him in the morning and at night before you went to bed, no matter what time you needed to wake up to call Victor, you would do it.  

He remembered his mother, how she left for France one day and never came back, and Victor loved the fact that you were actively waiting for him to come back, and you missing him when he left not only kept him grounded because he was always reminded of how much you loved him, but it also motivated him to finish his work as quickly as possible, so he could fly home to you.

At home, when you shyly asked him to install a chair and desk in his office so you could work in the same room, fidgeting with your sleeves, he had smiled softly at you, and that weekend the two of you had gone shopping for the items.

He liked the fact that when he was working at his desk in his office, he could just look up and see you working hard also. You also liked to sit at the island in the kitchen whilst you watched him cook, and no matter how much he teased you, he liked having you there to taste, or sometimes you even stood behind him, arms around his waist, and your nose nuzzling between his shoulder blades, when you did that his heart skipped a beat.

You often felt a little needy, due to insecurity, and when you finally broke down in front of Victor, telling him your worries and he grumbled about it half-heartedly telling you that you were an idiot for having these issues, but that would never stop him from pulling into his office, the elevator, into his lap and kissing you soundly until all doubts flew from your mind.

So, all in all he loved it, because your presence just became a constant in his life, but you still knew when to stop and how much distance to maintain in serious situations. He would never change you, no matter how much his tsundere personality acts around you. He had found you, fate had given the two of you a second chance, and Victor really didn’t care that you were “needy” or “clingy”, to him those words, when they were attached to you, could never be anything but positive.

Lucien:

Lucien knew you were clingy, and he welcomed it, he lives right next to you, so when even before the two of you lived together, if you mentioned on a date that you “didn’t want him to leave just yet”, he would happily waltz into apartment with you and spend the night with you.  

Lucien tells you all the time to call him if you can’t sleep, and when you do, he always smiles at seeing your name on his phone, before answering, smiles still painted on his lips. He would stay on the phone with you, long after you fall asleep, just listening to you breathe as it clams him knowing that your safe and you trust him enough to fall asleep around him. It’s even better when you video call him (because sometimes you just need to see his face, you told him), because he can just watch you sleep, eyes soft in affection.

He actually finds it funny when you stand, back to his chest, and you draw his lab coat around the two of you, and you tilt your head back to smile at him. So whenever you go to spend your lunch break at the research centre, he often makes you wear his lab coat when you sit on his lap to feed him. He relishes in the fact that you sniff the inside lab coat (because it still has his cologne on it), and then you snuggle yourself in the white fabric, a serene smile on your lips.

Whenever you feel like you need a kiss from Lucien, you squeeze his hand or his arm, and he will pull you into the next available corner or dark space and kiss you deeply, no shame. 

Whenever you go to parties for scientists (lol I don’t know the proper name for them), you will stand both hands on one of his arms the whole evening, and if Lucien notices your anxiety getting the best of you, he will draw you into his embrace, hands on your hips and just stand there whilst you breathe, knowing that his presence is the best remedy for you.

Lucien loves the fact that your neediness causes you to actively seek him out, because he knows when he was Ares and was working with the BSC he hurt you in ways only time can fix, so whenever you can see him withdraw, you pull him back to the present where you love him. Lucien often uses that to ground him to the here and now, you are his anchor in the midst of the storm, and if he will take your clinginess if it means he can have your heart.

Kiro:

Have you seen this sunshine boy, he lights up when you admit you are clingy, literally squeezes you tightly in his arms, saying “Miss Chips, you can be as needy as you want, Superhero Kiro is here for you!”  

Savin has no problem with you hanging around backstage, or in Kiro’s dressing room when you felt a little lonely, but the day you publicly announced your relationship he did have a set list of guidelines for both you and Kiro to follow whilst out in the public eye, “Just to avoid unnecessary scandal”.

You nodded sadly, realising that your behaviour might cause Kiro problems whilst at work, and you spent the whole rest of the evening, arms wrapped around Kiro, knowing the reason why you were sad Kiro held you against his chest and sang to you soothingly, pressing kisses to your hair.

Since that day, you made a tradition with Kiro that at least one evening a week the two of you would spend the night just cuddling together under a mountain of blankets.  

You tended to spoil Kiro with your affectionate nature, and he preened about it, having you be so clingy and affectionate towards him, it made him feel needed, that you needed all of him, not just the part that sings and dances and acts, and that fact often helped quell his insecurities.

Honestly sometimes he’s just as clingy as you, when he’s had a bad day at the studio or he just gets so het up he can’t function, he go looking for you (doesn’t have to look far, you make sure to at the very least always be in the same room as him when you can), and he just wraps his arms around you, burying his face in your hair and just breathes you in, feeling the day just melt away from him until there’s nothing left he can feel but you.

If he’s trying to write a new song, he does like his space to pace and think aloud, so he can be a little short with you if you try and keep him in one place, or you’re doing something noisy that distracts him (although sometimes just your presence is an adequate enough distraction for him), but you know he doesn’t love you any less, and you know when to give him space to work.

Kiro is so the type to kiss you whenever he sees you, the type of casual kissing where he kisses you when he leaves/enters the room, when you leave/enter the room, to say hello, to say goodbye, Kiro kisses you as frequently and as naturally as he breathes, so you never felt like you had be needy to get a kiss because Kiro always made sure you felt loved.

Kiro often joked that fulfilling your “affection-quota”, was just another of his superhero duties, but he loved that you were so comfortable with him that you acted this way, because when he was with you, he wasn’t the perfect Kiro the media wanted him to be where he couldn’t make mistakes, he was the perfect Kiro that made mistakes but you loved all of him anyway. Besides, loving you made every day an adventure, so a little clinginess, wasn’t even an issue to him.

Gavin:

I’ve said this before, Gavin loves you, he breathes for you, but because of his emotional baggage, the cold harsh treatment of his family, how they treated him in high school, it does affect him, on an emotional and mental level, as shown by the fact he doesn’t have preferences for things, and he’s never celebrated his birthday.  

So, when you became clingy, needy and just wanting to be around him, he melted in a puddle of devotion to you, to know you need him is a gift beyond his wildest dreams. Gavin’s smooth with his words, (just look at his dates and his texts for proof), and when you and him got together it was like a dam burst inside him, he poured out all the emotion he had bottled up for you.

Literally as soon as the two of you are at home, Gavin will pick you up, your legs hooked around his waist and he will just carry you around the apartment, only putting you down when absolutely necessary (like to change clothes, or cook dinner, etc), he then will sit of the sofa, you straddling his lap and will bury his head in your chest, unloading his day onto you as you stroked his hair.  

Every time you need something from him affection-wise, the two of you had developed a secret signal, you would tug on his shirt once and he would just look down at you and smile before pulling you into his embrace, no matter where you were (except when he was in uniform, he did have a reputation to protect).  

Whenever he needed to do something, and you were being too clingy, Gavin would press kisses all over your face, before the final one landed solidly on your lips, before he would pull back looking into your glazed eyes and warn you that he needed to do something and he needed some space.

Gavin was only this soft with you, and although he used your clinginess as an excuse to shower you with all the affection he could humanely give. You knew that the reason was truly that Gavin, ever since his mother had passed away, had never been allowed the affection or even companionship from the people who were supposed to love him unconditionally, and now he had you, he was going to make sure you knew just how he needed to be around his love even more than you did.

[gustafsnightangel]

Shattered Lives Ch 10 Pt 1

He woke at four wide awake and decided a round with the bag was a good way to get the day started. He was apprehensive at leaving today especially with Sildie on the verge of losing it again. He couldn’t be here for her if he was working thousands of miles away. She understood, but it didn’t make it any easier. He just hoped his gift to her would ease that separation stress for both of them.

He showered and dressed, packed his bag, and made sure he had everything ready so it would be a simple grab it and go when the time came. He picked up the twins presents and headed over.

He knocked on Sildies door at six on the dot. The door opened and he looked down to see the twins grinning back. Without a word between them they hugged him around the thighs and he felt that jolt of emotion in his heart, they loved him as he loved them.

“Boys, let him in the door.” Sildie chuckled as she came over to them with Lily snuggled to her.

She was a vision he thought. Still half asleep in her robe, he wanted to bundle her back into bed and snuggle with her. She was still tired, he could see it lingering. Lily was bright eyed and chattering, at least someone had slept last night.

“So I believe there’s a birthday today?” He said to the twins as they let go of him.

He handed the gifts to the them and they rushed to the table where a few sat from Sildie.

“Good morning love.” He murmured as he stepped inside.

His knuckles grazed under her robe at the swell of her cleavage as he stepped into her apartment, keeping his eyes on the twins.

“Morning. It’s not good.” She said and shut the door.

“You ok?” He was suddenly alert.

“Yeah Lily woke at three. These teeth will be the death of both of us.” She yawned. “Then I took her to bed with me in the hopes we would crash out. She crashed. I didn’t.”

“Maybe you can nap today.” He kissed her brow, still watching the twins.

Lily looked up at him and he saw the recognition in her eyes. He took her before she could say those words that the twins would definitely ask questions about and would make his heart ache a little more. Make Sildie’s heart break a little more.

Sildie went to the kitchen to make pancakes while Gustaf sat at the table talking with the twins. She could get used to this, having him here on a daily basis. The normality of it made her love him more if that was possible.

Lily pulled herself up so she had her feet on his thighs and bounced up and down, she’d be walking soon, he thought. Would he miss that too? It was these moments he wished he didn’t have a career that took him away from home. She babbled and the occasional dad dad tumbled out which he ignored in front of the boys hoping that not drawing attention to it would steer them away from awkward questions.

“Have you chosen your movies yet?” He asked as they continued to talk about their week at camp and other little tid bits they gave him to help see who they were and what they liked.

“Oh yeah.” Liam said excitedly. “I forgot about that.”

Both kids disappeared from the table to go and choose their movies. Sildie placed the heap of pancakes, eggs, and bacon on the table and fussed around. She was still tired and stressed. He hoped the time away from each other didn’t exacerbate it.

With their movies chosen the boys sat down and they ate. Gustaf sat back as he finished and watched as Lily made a mess in his arms. She was happy even though her cheeks were bright red. Poor kid he thought, cutting molars were a bitch.

His free hand dropped under the table and found Sildies knee, disappearing under her robe to find bare skin. He needed to touch her, he rested it there as his finger drew slow lazy patterns on the inside of her knee and up her thigh.

Gustaf’s touch both soothed and aroused her. He’d moved those mountains to be here with them today, the twins would not forget it. There were laughs and giggles and for once Sildie thought, they might get through a day without grief creeping in and consuming them whole.

“Why does Lily call you dad dad?” Finn asked quietly and chanced a look at Gustaf.

Gustaf opened his mouth and then shut it again after looking at Sildie. He didn’t have an answer, he wasn’t prepared to answer that question from them.

“The same reason she calls me mum mum sometimes honey.” Sildie answered bailing him out. I spoke too fucking soon she said silently. “She doesn’t know any better and they’re usually the first words a baby learns.” So much for that she thought, and braced for the grief that was coming.

“Oh.” She watched him carefully, he seemed to deflate.

“Gustaf can you take Lily to clean up for a minute?” She asked looking at him with a silent plea, she needed a moment with them.

“Sure.” He squeezed her thigh gently to say call if you need me and stood.

“Come on Lily bear you’re such a mess little lady.” He chuckled and had Lily giggling as they walked away.

She watched him take Lily to her room and heard the door click shut. Moving to the chair Gustaf had just vacated she looked at the boys.

“What’s really going on honey?” She asked Finn knowing full well what.

“I miss them. I miss mum.” He said softly. The kid felt things deeper than his brother.

Liam wrapped his arms around his brother and hugged him.

“It’s ok to miss them and it’s ok to cry.” She said and saw his bottom lip tremble. “Come here love.”

He got off the chair and bundled himself into Sildies lap. Liam got up and hugged his brother and Sildie, silent tears falling though he didn’t acknowledge them.

“Does it upset you that Lily calls me mum, Gustaf dad dad?” She asked and saw Finns head nod slightly.

“I’m sorry love. She really doesn’t know any better, she’s too young to understand that your parents are gone, or voice her feelings other than crying and laughing and a few words and sounds. She never knew your mum and dad.”

“I know but, I don’t want to forget them.” He cried softly. “I don’t want her to forget them.”

“Never gonna happen.” Sildie said quickly and he looked up at her, so did Liam.

“No matter what happens with Gustaf, between him and I, we will always remember your mum and dad. They are still your parents, they are still your family, always.” She kissed him on the forehead and wiped the tears away, doing the same to Liam.

“We’ll have to make sure we show Lily who they were too, teach her. I’m sure you have memories about them, fun stories you can share with her when she’s older, when she can understand.” The twins nodded.

“She may call me mum mum but she will know who her mother was love, I can promise you that, same with your father.” She smiled at them and wiped the tears from their faces.

“Im not trying to replace them. I can’t.” Her voice choked. “You’re mum and dad were special people.”

The boys nodded and hugged her tightly.

“Movie time?” She asked with a slight smile.

The boys nodded.

“Love you Ama.” Finn said as his brother let go of him.

“I love you too honey.” She smiled. “And you, Mr Troublemaker.” She chuckled tweaking Liams nose.

“Am not.” He giggled.

“Are too. You and Mr Mischief over here.” She tweaked Finns nose and he giggled at her.

“Go on, get settled and I’ll go get Lily and Gustaf.” She chuckled and headed to her room.

She opened the door to her bedroom. Quietly closing it she leaned against it taking a breath. Hadn’t she just voiced this to Gustaf last night? Was she moving too fast, did the kids think she was replacing their parents? She needed the grief to leave them be for a while.

She took a deep breath and looked at the gorgeous man she’d fallen so hard for. She was greeted by a breathtakingly cute sight. Gustaf was stretched out laying on her bedroom floor quite happily playing with Lily. On his side, head resting on his hand, Lily sitting up babbling and chatting in a language only she knew, Gustaf answering her back like he knew exactly what she was saying.

He looked at her and smiled. That smile she thought, the one that was only for her

“Well hello love.” His voice low. “You ok? Boys ok?” He asked starting to sit up but she waved him down. She saw the concern he had for her own emotional pain.

“They’re ok. Finn needed to let it out. He doesn’t like an audience.” She explained and sat at his knees.

With a mum mum Lily scooted over to climb over Gustaf’s legs and into her lap.

“You guys seem to be having fun.” She smiled and hugged Lily to her.

“We were.” He said simply and sat up before he pulled them both to the floor with him so he could kiss her, a giggle erupting from Lily as he tickled her.

“The boys are ready for movies and you may end up with one of them in your lap.” Lily lunged at Gustaf with her favorite term for him. “Or not.” She laughed.

Sildie went to stand but Gustaf’s hand cupped her behind the neck and he pulled her to him kissing her hard.

“Are you ok?” He asked and searched her face for those tell tale signs of grief, those sobs that tore his heart out.

“I’m good, just sad. I’m glad it wasn’t a repeat of Brendans birthday.” Her lips brushed his.

“Me too, I don’t think I could get on a plane tonight if that’d gone down.” He kissed her again.

“Just makes me wonder if we’re going too fast, is it too much for them right now?” She chewed on her bottom lip absently thinking, not hearing the low growl from Gustaf. “I don’t want to screw this up.” She looked at him and that smile tugged his lips.

“You’re not screwing anything up love, it’ll work out. Let it be and let them find the happy medium, their comfort level. They need time to adjust to the thought of having me here with you all the time, it’s a big step.” He kissed her tenderly and deepened it when she leaned into him. “And vice versa if I’m being totally honest. This is all new for me too.”

“I’m sorry for dumping this on you right before you leave.” She murmured as he kissed her again.

“I’d rather you talk to me than bottle it up.” He couldn’t come home to her drunk outside her apartment again.

He cupped a hand behind her neck and held her to him as he devoured her mouth making her moan for him.

“You can’t kiss me like that.” She whispered and chuckled at his grin.

“Can and will.” He kissed her again. “We’ll make it work, one step at a time ok?” Her slight sigh at his words relaxed her shoulders.

“Yes we will. I don’t want you to go, and that’s selfish of me but...” His mouth crashed against hers and the kiss curled her toes.

“I’m going to miss you love.” His voice that seductive tone she loved.

“I’ll miss you too.”

“Ama?” Liam shouted from the couch.

“Were coming Liam.” She called back laughing.

“I guess they want movie time.” He grinned.

“I guess so.” She murmured and took that kiss deeper, fuck she wanted him, right here right now.

He stood with Lily in his arms and helped Sildie to her feet. Scooping an arm around her he crushed his mouth to hers again hungrily.

“Damn I want you.” He growled and nipped her bottom lip. “In so many ways.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” She chuckled, palming him gently before taking his hand in hers as they walked out to the living room.

He dropped her hand before the boys could see and went to sit next to Finn, Liam curled up on the other side of him. Lily was content in his lap, either sitting or bouncing on her feet.

“Come sit down Sildie.” He called softly, knowing she was cleaning up the breakfast mess.

“Go ahead and start I’ll be there in a moment.” She put the kettle on for tea.

She needed a moment to collect herself. She didn’t like seeing the kids cry, it tore pieces out of her. They’d suffered enough and now seeing them curled up with Gustaf made her smile but grieve all over again. This was what their lives should have been like with Quinn. They were comfortable with Gustaf, he mattered to them and her heart soared. It was a double edged sword that was sadistically cutting her heart into ribbons.

She eventually curled up at the other end of the couch and wedged her feet against Gustaf’s hip. Sneaking her toes under his shirt she pressed them against his skin. Liam pressed play on the remote and Ratatouille came on the screen.

Gustaf smirked when his name came on the screen. The kids were oblivious, Sildie caught it though and looked at him. He pointed above Liams head to ask her if it was his favorite and she nodded.

Gustaf had fun reciting the script in the voice and watched as both kids figured it out. There were questions, so many questions, and giggles, and he loved seeing that smile. No grief, no sadness, just happy kids.

About half way through the film he got up to change Lily and saw Sildie had crashed out. She was comfortable with him here for her to relax this much, it was a positive sign. He pulled a throw from the back of the couch and gently draped it over her. He settled between the boys and watched her sleep more than the movie with Lily happily chattering to him in his lap.

“Leave her. Let her sleep buddy.” Gustaf said softly to Liam as the movie ended and he went shake her. “Lily was up all night, she didn’t get much sleep.”

“Oh. Can we have popcorn?” He asked looking at Gustaf as he stood, a little unsure if he should be asking Gustaf that question.

“Sure, lets go make some.” He kept his voice low, he wanted her to rest and would see she did. This would be a good practice run for when he started coming over more often anyway.

Pulling Lily’s play pen into the kitchen so he could keep her contained the twins started to get the popcorn maker out. They showed him where things were and Gustaf sat them both on the counter to help, there were lots of giggles and smiles as he made the popcorn and a mess.

He was able to get to know the twins better, they were very different even thought they looked identical. Finn was the quiet, serious one, Liam was outgoing but very protective of his brother. He saw the connection between them, the twin thing, it was a part of them. His thoughts went to Sildie, it was the connection she no longer had with Quinn and that would be difficult for her come her birthday.

He discovered Finn loved the Harry Potter movies, he knew Sildie was reading the books to them, Liam was more into comics and superhero’s. Finn was more like Dana from what Sildie had said, Liam more like Quinn. It was all information he’d file away for later. It helped him get to know Quinn a little more too, maybe that would help things.

With the popcorn made, the mess cleaned up, the kids piled onto the couch and he pulled Lily into his arms before setting the playpen down for her with some toys. He placed the drinks on the table and sat next to Sildie so he could be close to her and get Lily bear if she started to fuss.

Liam put Harry Potter on and Gustaf grinned, it was a favorite. Leaning against the back of the couch he stretched his arms along it and propped his head on a hand. He sat there watching the movie and Sildie.

She woke with a start as Lily screeched a dad dad to be picked up and she took a moment to get her bearings. They were half way through the first Harry Potter movie which meant she’d been asleep for a couple of hours. She started to sit up and felt Gustaf’s hand on her calf as he went to pick Lily up. She looked up at those dusty blue eyes and he smiled and shook his head slightly as if to say stay there.

She craned her head around to see the twins curled together against Gustaf. She reached down for his hand and his fingers interlocked with hers, Lily had snuggled in close and was nearly asleep. With a smile she relaxed back to finish watching the movie.

Just before the credits Gustaf got up and put Lily to bed. He hoped she wouldn’t keep Sildie up half the night because of it. He came back out to the boys piling into chairs to open presents while Sildie put the kettle on for tea.

Their eyes went wide as they opened the presents from Gustaf. Matching Hammarby jerseys with their names on the back. A 1 for Liam as he was the older twin, a 2 for Finn. They pulled them on with some help and those smiles beamed wide as they tackled him in a hug.

“You’ll grow into them.” He chuckled. “The rest of your present is in your card.”

They ripped the envelopes open and inside the card were tickets. They both looked at him puzzled.

“Tickets to the opening match next summer.”

“No way!” Liam said.

“Really?” Finn added.

“Yep, were all going. Unless Ama wants a girls night in with Lily?”

“Ama just might.” She chuckled, soccer wasn’t her thing but she’d go for the boys if they wanted her there.

“Brendan too?” Finn asked.

“Brendan too.” Gustaf’s smile was one of those that she adored, happy, carefree, and gorgeous. He was comfortable here with them. Damn she was going to miss the fuck out of him, six long weeks without him was going to blow.

“Can we have cake?” Liam asked cheekily.

“After lunch.” She chuckled. “You gotta watch this one.” She said to Gustaf and he grinned at her, winking at Liam.

He’d do cake for lunch but it wasn’t his call.

“Go play games for a bit.” Sildie said seeing they were itching to try out the new LEGO game they got as their shared present.

Finn pulled Gustaf’s hand to come with them.

“In a little while buddy I want to finish my tea and talk to Ama for a bit ok?”

“Ok.” He hugged Gustaf hard.

“Thank you for the jersey and tickets.” He mumbled into Gustaf’s shoulder.

“You’re welcome happy birthday.” He squeezed the kid tight to him.

With the kids settled playing x box Gustaf stood at the kitchen counter with Sildie.

“He’s comfortable with you.” She said quietly as she poured the water into the teapot.

“Who Finn?”

“Yeah, he’s really shy under it all and it takes a lot for someone to get under that shyness and coax him out of his shell.”

“A lot like you.” He smirked.

“No, a lot like Dana. She was painfully shy until you got to know her. She was wicked smart and her quick wit was incredible.”

“A lot like you.” He repeated and kissed the nape of her neck.

“No.” She chuckled. “I’m just a snarky bitch.”

“Snarky yes.’ He said playfully. “Seductive, certainly.” He growled and nipped her ear. “But not a bitch.” He whispered and kissed that spot just below her ear which made her moan.

“You’re not mad at me for buying tickets are you?” He asked quietly and played with her unbound hair. “I know we didn’t talk about it first but I was on a time crunch to get them before they sold out.”

“No, I just remember Quinn talking about taking them when they were older.” She said softly as she made the boys favorite sandwiches.

She felt his arm snake around her, hand finding her bare hip under her robe, lips kissing her temple. Comfort, reassurance, love, that’s what she felt from him.

“Thank you.” She looked at him and kissed his cheek sweetly, the simple gesture rocked him. “This means the world to them, you being here.”

“I’ll always be here or at least try to be here.” He kissed her temple again and breathed her in, he was going to miss her beyond words.

“Can you call me when you land?” Her voice was quiet. Damn she sounded like a clingy wife.

“I was going to anyway.” He murmured and hooked her chin so she would look at him. “I’m going to miss you love and I haven’t figured out how I’m going to handle that exactly.” With a quick glance at the couch he kissed her, one of those kisses that melted her brain.

“Me either.” She stopped spreading the peanut butter and looked at him. “I don’t know how I’m going to handle any of it to be honest. The kids are going to feel it too.”

“I know.” He said and kissed her brow, his lips lingering. “They can call me too.” He murmured.

“You’re message box is going to be overflowing.” She chuckled.

“I’m ok with that.” He kissed her chastely and stepped away as Liam came into view.

“Boys lunch.” She called and set the plates of sandwiches on the table.

They ate and talked, with lots of giggles. Sildie recorded them singing happy birthday and the twins blowing out their candles. She’d send it to Gustaf later, and the few photos she snapped of the boys with him. She’d get some with Lily later too.

While the twins and Gustaf played games she showered and pulled her robe back on. She didn’t feel a need to get dressed today it would be a total day off, something that was a pipe dream months ago before Gustaf had helped her with groceries at her front door. Lily woke and Gustaf came into her room as she was picking her up out of the crib.

“I’ve got her.” She said softly and held her close.

Gustaf wrapped his arms around them both and held Sildie to him. The feel of that massive chest against her back always relaxed her, she felt safe, cared for, loved. Lily’s sobs subsided and on seeing Gustaf a soft dad dad tumbled from her lips, cheeks still bright red.

“My two best girls.” He murmured and kissed Lily’s brow. “One stole my heart, the other stole my soul.”

“And one of us is very stinky.” She chuckled and Gustaf let go of her so she could change Lily.

“And it’s you miss because I just had a shower.” Lily giggled as Sildie lay her down to change her.

She didn’t want to think on what his statement meant. She wasn’t ready to hear those words from him, she still had the kids to be ok with them as a couple, dating, sleeping together under the same roof. She wanted it like her next breath, she just wasn’t sure about the the kids reactions.

The rest of the afternoon was filled with games. With the boys occupied she was able to read. Not court documents, not work, an actual book. Time for herself. Then why did she feel so guilty for it? She felt guilty for a lot of things lately. Her bath last night, the book today, dumping things on Gustaf. Was she taking advantage of him she wondered, of the situation? Sometimes it felt like it even though he’d said she wasn’t.

He saw her curl up on the single seat with a book. Finally he thought, she finally felt comfortable enough to give herself some time to really relax and enjoy a day off. What he wouldn’t do to see her have that consistently.

The day settled into what could be called a normal Saturday. They ate dinner and joked, played more games and watched movies. Sildie had planned to take them to the park but the weather was anything but appropriate. It wasn’t like they played games every day of the week. The twins had just been at soccer camp so they were getting plenty of exercise and outdoor time. It was good bonding time for Gustaf which if this was going to work, they needed.

He put Lily to bed as Sildie bathed the twins and sat there a moment just watching her sleep. The tiny child had wrapped herself around his heart and wasn’t letting go. Every moment he spent with this family only made the craving to be in their lives permanently worse.

The twins wanted more time with Gustaf as they went to take a bath but knew Sildie wouldn’t budge so they didn’t push it. They didn’t want to ruin their chances of Gustaf staying late when he visited.

“Can Gustaf tuck us in again? Like last night.” Liam asked as they dried off.

“Sure, I’ll send him in ok? Go dress and get into bed.” She smiled and walked into the kitchen where he was making tea.

“The boys want you to tuck them in again.” Her voice soft as her hand rested at the small of his back sneaking under his shirt to find toned muscle and warm skin.

“Must have done an ok job last night then.” He smiled, quickly kissing her temple.

“Must have.”

Keeping an eye on the hall door he kissed her brow and let his fingers find skin as they disappeared under her robe.

“What time’s your flight?” She asked.

“3 am.” His lips ghosted hers.

“Ouch.”

“Yeah it’ll sting but worth every moment I get with you.” He kissed her softly and went to tuck the boys into bed, something else he could get used to.

He read a chapter from Harry Potter and Sildie had to chuckle at all the different voices he could do. He was so much better at it than she was. The twins were laughing and it made her smile. They were happy, she hadn’t heard a laugh like that from Finn in a long while. Gustaf was good for them, to them.

“I’m trying Quinn.” She muttered as she thought of what her brother would think of Gustaf stepping into his shoes. “I’m trying to make this better for them.” Her hands were a little shaky as she poured the boiling water into the teapot.

She watched Gustaf walk towards her as she placed the teacups on the counter. “Please don’t hate me for it.” She whispered. “Don’t hate me for wanting him to step in and care for your kids the only way a guy can. I can’t do it all on my own.”

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Startled by the sound of his door opening, Lana turned after making her last adjustments. She’d been hanging his birthday gift by his window, a prime spot for the breeze to stir if the latch was undone. Strung up on a homemade mobile, one she’d recruited the help of various minions to make, dangled twelve separate origami animals, each a different colour. All had a personalised message from one of Dom’s friends, if you spread the paper flat to read them.

Ducky’s said ‘cool guy :)’ and was folded into a bear. Navy white pinstripe. 

Philly’s only had a little goblin doodled on holding a fistful of socks. The paper was an expensive kind, white with mint and lilac glitter. Folded into a caterpillar. Lana liked this one because caterpillar’s have butterflies inside them and she feels the magic in Philly is sourly overlooked by the general population -- she’s the most likely person Lana knows to sprout wings and fly away.

Viktor’s was far too explicit with a recurring mention of cock. It could not be included in the gift.

Maggie’s was a wolf. Lana drew a little smiley face below the snout that wasn’t quite fitting, but it felt friendlier, that way, more Maggie -- paired with a dainty floral paper, too. It had a quote written on from Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. “She rested her head against his and felt, for the first time, what she would often feel with him: a self-affection. He made her like herself.” It finished with “love you, Maggie x”. 

Marlowe’s was a tiger. Flame orange, eye catching. On it, it said: ‘anyone who's put up with my shit for almost four years deserves a medal of some kind... like pinned to their lapel and personally engraved and everything. i got outbid on ebay so I don't have a fancy medal to give you...so instead i'll just say, you're a good guy dom evans! and I hope you have a fucking awesome birthday man. if anyone deserves only good things its you :)‘.

Rosa’s was folded into a monkey. Pink paper, in the end, because Rosa makes Lana think of love and blushing and sunsets. ‘dom i can't believe you're 23 today, you're an old man now!!! when i was just an embarrassing 12 year old and made those happy 15th bday shirts for you i was so obsessed with you because a small part of you thought you were an angel on earth and you'd come to protect me but it's nice to know now that we can protect each other. i'm still going to wear those 15th bday shirts for the rest of the week so everyone knows, i think your life is the most celebration worthy thing in existence. and if you want to know i am, in fact, hoping that i never marry so that by the time i'm 35 we can just run off together, preferably with franklin in tow, and have a worry free life, it's what you deserve. i love you forever dominic james evans!!!‘

Kasey’s was a fish in a pastel shade, sweet like a ripe peach. ‘Happy birthday Dom, you're the best of the best!!‘

Jude’s was a sloth. Deeper blue. Lana hassled him to write Dom one despite the fact they aren’t even particularly close. On it, he wrote: ‘Dunno you that well but you seem alright. Lana’s pacing as I write, clearly riled her up enough. Saw your ass in full view, high definition. Was decent. Good work soldier. Back to the trenches. Happy birth and shit.’.

Gunner’s was a dog. She did her best to capture the essence of a golden retriever with yellow paper, given that this was his family pet’s breed. Notably, she drew a very large dick onto the origami between it’s legs -- assuring Gunner Paxton’s legacy wasn’t overlooked. ‘in first year i had a hard time making friends and you saw me struggling in the caf when i sprained my wrist so you offered to help me cut up my food and i thought it was weird but it was the first time a stranger showed me care in such a specific way now i always feel cared for with you and it's nice so thanks for being you and happy bday‘.

Jack’s was a lion. Below the paper mane Lana wrote ‘NOT UGLY’ in small, block font, almost fashioned like a collar. The paper was faded black and white, referee striped -- tribute to his time coaching little league. Unfolded, it says: ‘dearest cousin Dominic, you are my favorite cousin even when you peed on me that one time at the beach because you said it would keep the jellyfish away. thank you for always throwing the football around with me and even being okay with it if i threw it too hard and it hit your nose and made it bleed and we had to tell my dad you tripped over a rock. happy birthday let’s get fucked! Love Your Best Friend, Jack Hall :P’.

Will’s was a shark, folded from paper slicked to look like an oil spill, gleaming in the light -- dark and technicolour, all at once. Lana drew sunglasses over the eyes. ‘sorry i tried to dye your hair purple that one time. you're kind of great even if statistically you shouldn't be since you're an RA. that's fucking bizarre of you, by the way. you seem to be one of those people that's genuinely good which is also fucking bizarre but i figure if anyone around here deserves a good year, it's you. happy fucking birthday don't die xoxo‘

Marla’s was a pigeon. Oxblood red. She wanted a vicious city-dwelling creature that feasted on the flesh of abandoned McDonald’s fries. ‘you are more worthy than a thousand plates of ikea meatballs. you can seize life by the balls. the meatballs. extended meatball metaphor. you are a leaf floating on an amber river. you are a cherry blossom caught in a ceiling fan. if auras existed yours would be INCREDIBLY fucking sexy. you will live a long life and father approximately 333.3 children.’

Noah’s was a sky blue dog with a doodled strand of wheat from it’s mouth. ‘hey man happy birthday :) not to get all sappy but im really grateful to know you. don't know if luck is real but if it is, hope this brings you some of the best of it there is’. A drawing of a little four leaf clover after the message.

There was a thirteenth string without anything attached and Lana almost took it as an omen of how unlucky it was, her opening up in this way, how much she’d come to see it as a curse. But she held it in her hands, anyway. A swan as white as the Betta fish she’d pointed out as him at the aquarium. Wishing star white. Whiter than an angel. The most Dom paper she could think to fold it from, when she woke up and realised she’d been dreaming about him. 

“Hey,” she breathed with a laugh, cat burglar caught with the ruby in gloved hands. By all practical accounts, she’d broken and entered. “Charmed my way in. Wanted to, um... Was meant to be a surprise, like, an in and out job, and... I told some other RA Gunner left his inhaler here and he went all crazed, like, Action Man, whipping out a master key. Totally Oscar worthy. Should probably... let him know Gunner isn’t dead, later, but. Wanted to give you your present. It’s, um... I mean, it’s everyone,” came as she sifted gently at Philly’s caterpillar, smile bubbling to the surface. “I got them all to write you stuff. It isn’t, like, crazy, or anything, but.” Lana wet her lips, excitement overflowing -- she couldn’t seem to smother her smile. “This... is mine.” That did it. It faded as her eyes dropped. She pinched the swan delicately in both hands, then, blood rushing in her ears -- it provided amusing contrast, the coy blush in her cheeks with the devil horns she’d slid into her hair, a costume nobody had asked for. “Kinda wrote it... a while ago. It’s -- I don’t know,” she second guessed, laughing again at how dumb she was sure she sounded. Gestures like this always scared her, when she really meant them, felt like far too much. “You can read it, if you wanna.” @domfm​

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No All Might? That’s Alright Prt3

Izuku Midoriya Fanfiction                                                          

A/N: In all honesty this took me way too long just to finish writing this chapter, but I pushed through so I guess it’s fine. I’ve created a AO3 account recently and I’ve posted all of my previous fanfictions there so if you want to check me out, you can find me as SatansChild

Hope you all stay safe and wear a mask if you can't physically distance.Hope to update soon!

Catch you on the flip side ~ Em

Photo used in this fic was referenced from original picture from anime, I did draw this photo jtlyk

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Trigger warning: Talk about death

Word Count: 2633

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3

After making sure all of the blood was no longer on his uniform, Closing his eyes, Izuku steeled himself to walk into the All Might shrine that was his room. Sure, he still wanted to be a hero, and he admired All Might’s strength, but he couldn’t stand to be surrounded by posters and figurines of a man who couldn’t offer any sort of encouragement to a child who clearly needed it. Izuku pulled some cardboard boxes out from his closet and started filling them with everything All Might. Oboro didn’t make a sound during the time he cleaned out his room, which he was grateful for. Even though he could just feel Oboro wanting to ask questions. 

“So what are you going to do about all this stuff?” Oboro asked as Izuku changed his All Might sheets with regular black ones “You seem like such a big fan...it just seems like a waste just to keep it all in boxes.”

Izuku shrugged his shoulders.”I’m not much of a fan anymore.” he lied to mostly himself rather than to Oboro, “I guess I’ll just donate the stuff later.” Once his walls were finally bare, Izuku stuffed the now full boxes to the back of his closet and flopped onto his bed. The room stayed silent for a moment until Izuku broke the ice, “I don’t want to intrude on your personal life…but can you tell me about yourself?” he asked

“Well for the fact that I witnessed and helped you with some pretty deep stuff, it sorta would be rude if I didn’t tell you something about my previous life,” Oboro said cheekily

“H-how long have you been...you know…” Izuku paused not really wanting to complete the question.

“...dead?” Izuku nodded “I was in my second year of high school when I died and I would be 29 by now so...close to 12 years I think?”  Izuku sat there on his bed frozen

‘12 years is a long time to be a ghost or spirit to not have passed on, that is if people actually pass onto another place once they die’ Izuku thought to himself

“I was patrolling around Tasomiya Ward with one of my best friends when there was a villain attack...I was working on saving some kids when debris fell on top of me...when I woke up I was like how I am now, I couldn’t find my body anywhere so I just...travelled around…” Oboro seemed to quiet down at mentioning that he never found his body to move onto another life, so Izuku thought of ways to change the current mood of the room.

“So you were a hero in training or something?” he asked, face full of wonder, Oboro hummed in affirmation “What school did you go to?”

“I went to U.A”

“Wait really?!” Izuku exclaimed excitedly, “that's so cool!”

They continued talking and asking questions back and forth, before falling into a comfortable silence. A few minutes past before Izuku took a deep breath

“I...I’m sorry,” Izuku said quietly, slowly curling into himself

"Why would you be sorry kid?" Oboro’s voice was full of confusion. But Izuku only curled in on himself further.

"If it wasn't for me you wouldn't be stuck here." As if anyone wanted to be bound to some stupid Deku...like him. And here he thought it was a whole coincidence that Oboro was with him. But instead, he just took whatever type of freedom he had to begin with.

"Hey, no! Stop that. Izuku that's not true! I'm here because I want to be!" The warmth spread all over him and he couldn't help but lean into it. “I said I'd make a hero out of you and I still plan on it."

Izuku looked up only to see the ceiling of his room, lifting his arm up to the sky and let it just float there (like what every kid does while laying on there bed contemplating on what to do next). "I wish I could see you again."

Oboro hummed. Seeming to think something through. "I don’t think there’s much out there since I was only a second-year when I died, but there could be some photos of me with friends or an article"

Izuku seemed to take that as a challenge as he went to his computer. "What did you choose to be your hero name?"

"Loud Cloud."

After scouring the web for a couple of minutes nothing showed up except for an old article from the Nikkei Shimbun newspaper, reporting the death of hero-in-training Loud Cloud. Izuku quickly exited that site choosing to search for something different. “What’s your full name Oboro?”

“Oh that’s right I didn’t tell you my full name, it is Oboro Shirakumo” Oboro replied

“Oboroshirikumo...oboroshirikumooo….here!” Izuku exclaimed pointing at the monitor’s screen. “This photo was tagged saying ‘Curry eating competition at U.A’s School Festival. Winner Hizashi Yamada from class 2-A!’ it also says the names of the people in the photo are; Shota Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, and Oboro Shirakumo.” 

“Oh, I remember that!” Oboro cried out laughing “The curry was soo spicy I was freaking out because I couldn’t find anything to soothe my burning throat!”

“So that’s you in the back then?” Izuku asked pointing towards a teenager who seems to be freaking out.

Oboro chuckles “Yep, the other two were my best friends!”

“Yamada looks sorta familiar what’s his hero name?” Izukku asked, curious on why the 16-year-old looked so familiar to him

“Unless he changed it before becoming a pro, which he probably would not, his hero name is Present Mic.” 

Izuku sputtered “W-wait you were close friends with THE Present Mic?!” Oboro hummed in agreement while Izuku had his miny freak out “

“Oh my god that is socool!Ilistentohisradioshoweveryday,andhe’ssuchanamazinghero,likeevenifheisdeafduetohisquirkhedoesn’tletitbotherhiman-” He stopped hearing the sound of laughter coming around his room and his lamp flickering

"Aw jeez, that’s amazing Hizashi got to get that radio show he wanted." There was a quick blast of warmth flooding around his back and chest resembling a hug. "Well anyway, you should probably head to bed. You have a busy day ahead of you tomorrow and a long way to go before you can have a chance at being accepted into UA!"

"What are you going to do while I sleep?" Izuku asked, eyes slowly drooping.

"I'm going to see how far I can go without being next to you, and have a look around and exploring a bit. No need to worry. I'll make sure to be careful and be here in the morning." He seemed to pick up on his anxieties. Izuku felt warmth as Oboro slowly pet his hair back. "Goodnight, Izuku." 

The next morning Izuku woke up to warmth pulsing on his right cheek. "Hey kid it’s time to get up! You have training to do! Up and at ‘em!" Oboro’s voice was overly joyful and Izuku felt very unwilling to get out of bed.

"Mm...just a bit longeeeer." He groaned turning himself over facing away from where he guesses Oboro is standing (floating?).

"Fair warning Izuku my jokes are terrible, everyone at school would always runaway once I started and I haven’t been able to talk to actual people in so long! If spaghetti were to have it’s own action movie, what would it be called?.... Mission im-pasta-ble. What did the pot eat on it’s birthday?....pancakes. What do you call a camel in a drought?....A dry hu- "

Finally, Izuku jerked up, covering his ears. “Okay. Okay, I’m up! No need to finish that.” His face started to burn a light pink across his face, (knowing what the end of the joke was) as he started to kick the blankets off only to turn towards the window and see barely any light outside. "Wha- Oboro!! The sun isn’t even out yet!"

He turned glaring into thin air hoping to make contact with him.

"Yes, it is, Izu. It's just reeeally early in the morning. There is plenty of time for you to get ready and eat before we go out for a morning run!" He was being weirdly energetic about the whole ordeal, but Izuku knew he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Heading to the bathroom, Izuku ran a brush through his wild curly hair and brushed his teeth. Going back to his room, Obroro pipped up. "It's a bit cool outside so I suggest you wear some long sleeves."

The entire way to his closet Izuku muttered incoherent things. In the end, he opted to wear a plain black shorts and a long-sleeved shirt with written kanji saying 'tank-top' with his old dusty sneakers because his red sneakers were still on top of the roof.

Before heading out Izuku ate some toast and an orange. If he got hungry later on their run he could always eat more when they got back. As Izulu started to leave the apartment Izuku tripped over an unmarked box that was just left in front of the door.

"Ooo I wonder what it is!” Oboro seemed quite enthusiastic as Izuku went to open the box revealing his faded red shoes and yellow backpack.

"Wai-how-who found my stuff?" Izuku asked immediately putting the bag by the door and quickly changing between uncomfortable and comfortable shoes.

"I don’t know, when I got back from wandering around the package was just...there."

"Maybe someone found it and found out where I live from my contact info and address was written inside…?” Izuku wondered out loud.

“I guess so,” Oboro said looking to the bright sight of things.

‘But what if it was...All Might. Yeah, I’m glad that I don’t have to go back up there to collect my things but...I don’t want to have to depend on All Might to help me with my own problems.’

“Hey don’t think like that Izu! I know you’re not a huge fan of the guy, but you don’t have to beat yourself down like that. I know you’re better than that” Oboro spoke sternly trying to make a point, but that soon backfired as warmth spread through his body.

“Hold up- could you always hear my thoughts?” Izuku questioned as he started to jog away from the apartment.

“So far I can heat some things. Like your thoughts that way heavily on you emotionally. But it could possibly work to talk to me through your mind. So you don’t look like a freak talking to themselves.” Oboro quickly informs Izuku as to not worry him.

Sighed Izuku. That was true. Though he kept thinking about it as he jogged. As they passed Dagobah Municipal Beach, the sun had started to rise. Taking in a deep breath was the wrong reason as Izuku cringed from the awful smell of garbage. Despite the smell, Izuku took a break, taking a seat at the entrance.

"Oh gross. What is this place?" Oboro asked with a clear sound of disgust in his voice.

"Well," Izuku started."This is Dagobah Municipal Beach Park. It has accumulated trash coming from the sea for years, turning it from a beautiful beach spot into a trash heap for everyone's unwanted or broken belongings." It was really a shame. As a kid, Izuku recalled going to the beach. Lie under a beach umbrella, making sandcastles. But by the time he was tall enough into the water, it was already flooded with trash by then.

"That's terrible." Oboro seemed deeply upset about this actually. It made Izuku want to do something about it. But before Izuku could voice his thoughts Oboro spoke up.

“Hey Izu, could we make a quick visit to a convenience store?”

“Sure...what exactly do you want me to get?” Izuku asked, despite having an idea what Oboro was thinking.

“Well...you’re going to need to get some garbage bags and some gloves.”

Izuku then dashed towards the nearest convenience store with determination in his eyes. A frail-looking lady turned the key to open the doors as he walked by. Causing her to recoil in slight shock, Izuku realized that with his rapid approach he had frightened her. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I'd just come to purchase some garbage bags and some gloves.

The older woman seemed to soften something about his face as she smiled and opened his door. "Sure thing, they’re both in the last aisle on your right."

Before she went inside, Izuku thanked her and smiled back. He quickly found what he was looking for and brought a box of trash bags and a pair of workers gloves onto the counter.

"What's the hurry, son? Why do you need trash bags this early in the morning? You aren't trying to cause trouble are you?" the old woman pointed to Izuku with an accusing finger, and he shook his head quickly.

"Oh no, ma'am! I thought that I could just try and clean the beach up! I passed it while I was on my morning run!" Izuku assured, voicing Oboro’s plan

At this, the elder woman gently smiles while scanning the items. “Wow, is that right?” she said astonished, “ You know how long that place has been a mess? What makes you believe you can do it all by yourself?"

Her words weren't really painful, she was just being realistic. He knew she was right. He certainly had no obligation to clean up the beach. He could have just ignored it and easily went about his day. But he knew if he wanted to be a hero then he would need to start off the roots of how heroes came to be. How they used to work. Heroes in the beginning didn’t do what they did for fame. No. They didn’t care for the recognition they would get. They did it because they just wanted to help.

“That’s the thing, ma’am. I thought that it wouldn’t hurt to try. It’s also a great way to work out, instead of having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership!” Izuku brightly smiles towards the lady as he handed her the money to buy his items.

“Well, I wish you luck, kid. I’m guessing that you’ll need a place to put the trash you collect.” She stated, Izuku smiling sheepishly at her rubbing the back of his head she continued, “There are two dumpsters in the alley behind the store, they get taken every Monday.”

"Thank you, ma'am!" Izuku said genuinely as he headed for the door. He didn't think too much about how he would dispose of the garbage, so it was good to have one offered.

Oboro began to laugh as Izuku jogged back towards the beach. "Cheaper than having to buy workout equipment or get a gym membership! Man, how true that is nowadays!”

The first garbage bags were packed very quickly. broken bottles, cans of beer, old and rotting newspaper, all of it was poured into the trash bag. Plastic, paper, glass, etc. Izuku could take them to a recycling center! He was already pumped about this new project when Oboro spoke up.

“Hey, Izu, before you toss that into the bag” placing his hand on Izuku’s making him feel warmth blossom closest to the soda, can packaging he was holding in that hand. “make sure you cut each circle so if they end up in wildlife again then animals won’t get their heads stuck inside.”

Izuku's eyes lit up as he started to tear apart each loop before placing it in one of the bags used for recycling. Soon Izuku had used up a quarter of the box of trash bags gone and only had 6x5 feet rectangle cleared of the beach.