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“ crying is very punk, trust me, i do it all the time & i am a punk. ” //Bonbon

gently does he lay a hand on bon's hair, ruffling his hair softly. tears didn't bother him as much as they used to. midoriya was a frequent crier, as was those students who got frustrated by their homework so he's not as concerned about it. but still, seeing this little guy cry called out his protective instincts and aizawa finds himself crouching infront of him. ❝ ━ i cry too, a lot. sometimes a good cry is needed, doesn't make you a punk though, it makes you human. ❞ every one of his kids cried, they were kids ! they were supposed to be emotional, to let out all those worries and such, and it was healthy.

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‘ concept : looking at the stars while your significant other is kissing your neck . ’ //Marvin

they forget what it means to live in the moment, to love and to bask in it with someone who cradles them like the softest down feather. marvin does that for them, make them soft and vulnerable while loving them so ferociously, in tandem. it's a startling contrast to some when they realized he would kill for them, that salem would burn the world in his flames if marvin was disrespected. but that's who they were for one another.

darkened sky is filled with twinkling scars, the warmth from salem radiating between them. curled up in marvin's lap, they nuzzle into his throat, pressing gentle kisses across his jaw then down the strong line of his throat. no concept, just loving actions. ❝ ━ aren't the stars pretty tonight ? it seems like they're so much closer. ❞ it makes the phoenix want to fly up there for a closer look, to pull them down for marvin to see better. arms loop loosely over broad shoulder, finger gently playing with dark strands as they quietly trill against the equine's throat, lashes fluttered over gaze, ❝ ━ are you warm enough, love ? ❞