#the headband cause trying to figure out how her hair would properly fall was a hassle lmao

[doubleedgemode]

Happy summer, everybody!

This has been a big project to take and while there's stuff to improve I'm pretty happy with it. Be sure to zoom in the big picture for details and read the comic from left to right. (Needless to say, please don't try A.B.A's behaviour.. For your safety)

Bonus doodle:

[tsukiihime]

Heartbreak (Bakugou x Reader), (Shinsou x Reader) Part 2

The second part to the fic I wrote, this will probably be my last post for another week since I have school to catch up on. Enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Angst, a bit more fluff on Shinsou’s end, drinking

Taglist: @sugarandsoft

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It’s three in the morning, and Bakugou can’t sleep.

He’s beyond pissed at himself for staying up this late, but he can’t help it - he’s been in bed since nine and he can’t get you out of his mind. He hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you stormed out of the apartment. He regrets not chasing after you, he loathes himself for being such a dick and he hates himself for even letting his stupid agency dictate his personal life. He wants to tell you so bad that you’re wrong, that beating Deku doesn’t mean a damn thing to him if it means he has to lose you. He wants to hear your voice so bad it hurts. He knows you’ll be going to Shinsou - you always do when you have a bad fight. He knows you’ll be safe there, but he feels like such a fool. He let you walk out in the rain on your own. What a hero he turned out to be. 

Bakugou spends the night alternating between flipping through the endless channels on the living room TV and staring at the ceiling. Every time he closes his eyes he sees your face - anger boiling your blood, disbelief painting your features as he fights with you, tears staining your cheeks. He feels sick to his stomach imagining you walking in the cold as you leave the apartment, sniffling as you make your way out in the rain. He wants to call you to explain himself.

But he doesn’t. His pride won’t let him.

It’s his pride that makes him trudge out to bars with Denki, Mina, and Sero the next day after you leave - he needs alcohol in his system to numb himself from the thought of you. Anyone will do if it warms his bed and makes your face disappear for even a second. God, he never thought he would be so hung up on you. He downs beer after beer, dances with woman after woman. Names and faces blur together as a cacophony of voices plays in his head. 

He ends up taking someone home that night - he couldn’t remember her even if he tried. He takes her back to the apartment you shared and pushes her onto the bed you shared. He kisses her collarbone and up her neck, but he’s aiming for your favorite spots instead of hers. The image of you overlaps with her, and he sees your figure beneath him instead of some stranger. Maybe it’s the alcohol, maybe it’s his broken heart playing tricks on him.

He kisses her, imagining it’s your scent he’s breathing in rather than the vanilla and booze she smells of. He pictures your arms wrapping around his neck, your lips on his. She says his name, like honey on her lips, whispers it into his ear. And if he tries hard enough, he can twist her voice in his head to sound like you.

“Katsuki, I love you.” He hears it over and over, sees your smile and hears your laugh. “Katsuki, I love you.”

He makes her leave after that. She’s upset but he is too - an argument ensures and she storms out, leaving behind her underwear in her hurry to leave. 

He doesn’t notice. He’s too busy thinking of you.

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It’s been three weeks since your breakup with Bakugou. 

The news stations and gossip websites have been flooded with reports of Camie and Katsuki - neither have said anything about their relationship and the speculation of if they are or aren’t a couple is driving everyone wild. Thankfully, the people who were leaving awful comments have long since left you alone, prompting you to turn your Instagram to private and changing your username so they can’t find you easily. 

You’ve been avoiding social media like the plague, ignoring all television interviews that involve either Bakugou or Camie - you’ve learned your lesson from the night of the Hero Rankings. But you’re only human after all, and the one time your curiosity got the better of you, you dove into the comments on a tabloid’s website to see what the public was saying.

It doesn’t escape your notice that the comments are much kinder - it ranges from well wishes to remarks about how they wish they could replace Bakugou or Camie in the relationship. No one mentions you, which you are grateful for. You know the media thrives off of drama and rumors, so you’re content to have been forgotten about in this narrative. 

Shinsou’s been treating you like normal - another thing you’re grateful for. He is kind without being overbearing, and he gives you distance while also being there for you when you need it. You’ve migrated from sleeping on the couch to crashing in his bed, and more often than not you fall asleep to the smell of his body wash as you lay on his chest. 

You wonder what Bakugou would say if he saw you. He knew how close you and Shinsou were and still are, but anyone could think that you and the purple haired man were lovers. Here you are, getting upset at your ex-boyfriend for having a woman over two days after the breakup, when you are falling asleep in the arms of another man - even if he is your best friend. You wonder if that makes you a hypocrite. Your emotions are in chaos, all jumbled and confused. You miss physical intimacy and a part of you wonders if you’re just using Shinsou as a replacement. “It’s better to sift through these feelings when I’m calmer”, you think to yourself, “I’ll come back to it when I’m in a better place.”

Otherwise, you’ve been steadily making your way back to a normal life - work, school, and your personal life all seem to be peaceful and you’re content in a way you hadn’t been for a long time with Bakugou. Of course, the wounds of the breakup are still healing, but you’re doing a lot better from three weeks ago, when you couldn’t even bring yourself to get out of bed. Shinsou has been making sure that you eat properly and that you take care of yourself. Now that you’re out of that post breakup funk, he notices that you’re cheerful and upbeat - a good sign that you’re slowly recovering from your heartbreak.

Today, you’re home alone while Shinsou patrols the city - he’s promised to pick up dinner on his way home so you don’t have to cook. He’s looking forward to tonight - you’ve finished all of your school work for the weekend and you’re off from work until Monday. He’s eager to come home to you, he’s turned down his coworkers invitations to drink so he can spend the weekend with you. He’s picked up food from your favorite Mexican restaurant, and he’s stopped at the grocery store to get your favorite flavor of ice cream - the one that’s almost always sold out. 

He arrives home to see you lazing about the house - you’re laying on your back on the couch, holding your pastel Animal Crossing Edition Switch with a bag of chips resting on the table next to you. Your eyebrows are furrowed together as you focus on beating the shit out of a boss in Cuphead - a game you and Shinsou spent hours playing when it came out trying to pass the incredibly difficult levels. You’re wearing Shinsou’s favorite hoodie again - you might as well claim it as your own already you wear it so much - and your fuzzy cat print socks match with a fluffy cat ear headband that keeps your hair out of your face. Your face is recently washed and slightly pink, and he can smell your favorite coconut body wash from where he’s standing. He waits until you lose the stage (let's face it - there’s no way you’re beating that damn clown boss without his help) and he makes his way over to you, leaning over to look down at you as you exhale in annoyance at your loss. 

“Hey there, I got dinner. Also nabbed some dessert for you - ready to watch nothing but ghost stories for the rest of the night?” You stretch out your arms and legs, groaning as you move to stand from the couch. 

“Only if you promise to sleep next to me until I see sunlight again.” You hate ghost stories - you can handle scary movies about murderers and clowns but you don’t mess with ghosts. The only reason you’re watching tonight is because you know it’s Shinsou’s favorite and he always watches your nature documentaries even though you know deep down he probably doesn’t enjoy them as much as you do. You saunter over to the kitchen, and prop yourself on the counter facing Shinsou as you pull a taco to your mouth. “Ugh, even though the Exorcist was made like 50 years ago it still gives me the creeps. I can’t believe,” you take a moment to drink some water, “that you can watch her crawl backwards down the stairs and not piss your pants.” Shinsou lowly chuckles, giving a teasing smile as he unwraps his burrito.

“It’s ‘cause I’m not a chicken.” You roll your eyes and snort. 

“Whatever Mindjack. Not everyone can be as fearless as you.” He smirks as you swing your legs, turning your full attention to the taco you have in front of you. “Hurry up and finish so we can do a facemask before our movie marathon. You didn’t forget about that did you?” 

“‘Course not. You wouldn’t let me forget even if I tried, since you’re such a nagger.” You pout, hopping off the counter to wash your hands. Shinsou spends a bit too much time admiring how small you look wearing his hoodie - enveloped in something that belongs to him makes him swell with pride even if it’s wrong of him to think so. He wonders when he started to feel this way towards you, when his love changed from a close friend to an admirer. When he remembers his life, you are always there with him. By his side like a part of his body, always around when important events pass by, always by his side when the going gets tough. It’s not as if he’s always been pining for you - he’s brought other girlfriends around before even if the romance fizzles out before long - but recently he’s noticed you in a different light. Your bedhead and your sleeping face are just as cute to him as when you have your hair done and makeup on. Bringing other men over was never a problem, you’re his best friend and your happiness was always the first priority. But now, he finds himself annoyed at the mere mention of possible partners. You have no shortage of those - you’ve always been able to draw people to you as nerdy as you are - and the green vines of jealousy wrap around his heart every time someone gives you a gift on Valentine’s Day or someone asks you out for a coffee. You usually turn them down since you have so much to focus on, work and school makes you a busy woman after all. But he can’t help but be irritated at the stares you get in public sometimes - as beautiful as you are, you would think that you’d notice the way others look at you. He’s always loved you, but now he feels this once platonic love changing into pure romance, he aches for you like he’s never had before - longing for your touches, your hugs, your feather light kisses on his forehead when he’s having a tough day. The guilt he feels every time he holds you close like he did when you were kids, when you lay your head on his chest and he plays with your hair. To you, it’s still the action of a best friend, but to him it’s something he’d do for a lover. And yet, you’re oblivious, as dense as a rock but he loves that part too. How infuriatingly adorable you are sometimes. 

“‘Toooooshi~”, You wave your hand in his face as he comes back to reality. You raise an eyebrow. “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Your arms cross as you stare at him, suspicious that he’s hiding something from you. 

“You ready? I got everything set up.” He nods, and you turn to walk towards his bedroom.

Shinsou’s room is quite neat, a black bed in the corner next to ceiling to floor windows that gives a pretty good view of the city. He scored a good location in spite of his modest salary - he’s in it for the heroism and the good deeds, not the money. He may not make as much as Bakugou, Todoroki, or Deku, but he does alright. His capture weapon and artificial vocal cords mask rest atop his bookshelf, populated with picture books of you and him in your younger days, as well as a Polaroid camera you left with him when he went off to U.A and you stayed in Saitama. Next to the parts of his Hero costume is a picture of you and him on a trip to the beach - one he treasures above all else. In it, he holds you bridal style as you both smile from ear to ear at the camera. You’re practically glowing, wearing a bright yellow bikini set with a see through beach coverup wrapped around your hips, sunglasses resting atop your head. Shinsou recalls how you nagged him to actually swim with you, and you pretty much forced him to wear those green swim shorts - this picture was before he decided to run with you in his arms to the water. 

He sees your presence everywhere he looks in his room. After he reassured you that you weren’t a burden, you’ve basically turned his home into your home as well. The bottom half of his bookshelf is claimed as yours - it’s filled with your favorite stories, and your collection of Switch games is stacked next to the shelf neatly. Your laptop rests on his bed (you were no doubt doing homework before you got distracted and started playing Cuphead before he got home) with your Geology textbook open and notebooks filled with notes and highlighted phrases. Your clothes have been hung up in his closet, with your makeup and perfumes taking over three-fourths of his bathroom counter. If anyone else came to visit, they’d think you two were an item.

But alas, you two are not.

You push your schoolwork and computer aside to make room for you and Hitoshi, making your way towards the bathroom to grab a basket of skin care products and face masks. Shinsou knows how much you care about your skin - and by extension his skin - and he watches as you walk from here to there gathering what you need. You turn to him with a huge grin on your face as you hold up a matching cat headband in the color black, something you picked up from the store before you came home last week. He sighs, but turns around anyways to allow you to pull his lavender hair back into a loose ponytail and place the cat headband on his head before turning back to face you. 

He looks so silly wearing it, but for you, he’ll do anything. You grab your phone and open the front camera, sticking your tongue out while grabbing Shinsou’s face, squishing his cheeks as he makes an annoyed face at the camera. After taking the photo, you upload it to your now private Instagram and send the picture to Shinsou who does the same. He’s always been a private man, so you don’t worry about the public getting a hold of the photos and trying to make a story out of your life like with Bakugou. 

Tossing your phone aside, you motion for Hitoshi to turn towards you, propping yourself up on your knees in front of him as he sits cross legged. You giggle as he looks back at you, reaching to grab a jar of your favorite moisturizer and opening it. The smell is familiar to him - you always smell like it at night when you watch TV while sitting next to him in the living room. You start to apply the product to his face, careful to keep it out of his eyes and mouth. “You need to take better care of your skin ‘Toshi.”

“I know. I’ve been putting sunscreen on like you’ve asked.” He’s not lying, it’s become a part of his routine ever since you suggested it. 

“Good. You better be taking the time to eat properly at work too. I know you’re sleeping normally again since I’ve been here, so I won’t lecture you on that.” You glance at his arms, covered in scattered scars from run ins with villains. 

Most people look at heroes as an invincible force, unstoppable like All Might. Others may see Mindjack, but you just see Hitoshi Shinsou, your partner in crime.

“Thank you Hitoshi...for everything.” You blurt it out before you can stop yourself.

“I didn’t know this facemask meant so much to you.” You punch him in the shoulder as he laughs.

“‘Toshi, I’m serious. Look at all you’ve done for me. You let me crash here, listen to me complain, make sure I’m okay...without you, I probably would still be lying in bed all depressed.” You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “I have to say it before I never get the chance to. You may be Mindjack, a hero, but you’re still Hitoshi to me. You do so much for me and you put your life on the line for others every day. I watch you and I’m proud of the boy who proved everyone wrong when they said you had a villain’s quirk. You being here for me after everything with Bakugou and always being there for me growing up makes me realize how much you mean to me. You’re my hero, ‘Toshi. But I need you to stay safe. Look at all your scars...” You pull back from the hug and grab his arms, running your fingers over his scarred skin. You’ve always known Shinsou’s job is dangerous - he’s a hero after all, he saves people. But he’s also your best friend. He’s a selfless man, a kind man. 

You love Shinsou. You truly do, he is someone you can never lose. To lose him would be to lose a part of you.

He says nothing in response, so you continue. “Remember that time you fought that villain in the subway? All the news stations said that the tunnel was going to collapse and I just felt like my heart was going to burst. I saw you getting trapped and I felt like…”

You trail off, feeling the familiar sting of tears as you hold them back. Hitoshi gazes at you, lilac eyes boring into your own. “I felt like my whole world was ending. When you came out alright I thought I would faint. I was so scared ‘Toshi… scared you wouldn’t come back. I don’t want to lose you.” Shinsou grabs your cheeks, gently moving his hands so you face him. He wipes a tear from your eye. 

“I’ll always come back to you.” You close your eyes, and press your forehead to his.

“You better. I’ll be waiting.”

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Bakugou wants to be anywhere else but here. 

He’s at Kirishima’s apartment - he’s been dragged out of his house by Mina and Kaminari for a night of drinking, with Sero and Jirou also coming along for the ride. The blonde would rather be in bed, wallowing in his misery, but his friends won’t let him stay inside. So he pouts in the corner, arms crossed and a permanent scowl painting his features. Kirishima gives him a knowing smile, and mouths “I’m sorry”. Bakugou clicks his tongue and looks away, grabbing his phone in order to distract himself from all the noise. 

He would rather die than admit it, but he’s been looking for your Instagram ever since you left. You must’ve unfollowed him or even blocked him - he can’t find a trace of you anywhere. He hates this pathetic side of him, one that makes him seem like a stalker, but he has to know you’re okay. If his pride won’t let him call you, then he needs to know you’re okay.

To his surprise, you pop up on his feed. He immediately inspects the photo of you, and breathes a sigh of relief to see your face. Your tongue is sticking out all playful, beaming as you hold Hitoshi’s face for the photo. You’re wearing that cat headband you always use when washing your face, and he can tell you’re almost ready for bed. He smiles solemnly, vermilion eyes staring at you, so far away.

He notices you’re wearing one of Shinsou’s hoodies and his blood boils at the thought - he knows you are friends but he hates the idea of anyone else having you - although he shouldn’t be one to talk after bringing home that girl from the club. He hates himself for doing it. He stares at your face before standing, saying a curt “I’ll be back” before making his way to the balcony. His friend’s voices fade as he stands outside overlooking the city, and he makes sure the coast is clear before dialing your number.

Fuck his pride. He has to hear your voice. 

[lavenderboneswrites]

it’s me, kitty 🥺

👉🏻👈🏻 Shizuo and Izaya having a self care day?

they try face masks, watch movies, do their nails, eat junk food, anything that comes to your mind 🥰

Maybe they even have a bubble bath together 👀👀

I LOVE YOU BB YOURE THE BEST 💖💖💖💖💘💘💘🥰🥰🥰

Of course my beloved got her request in first <3 <3 I hope you enjoy it bb, I tried to fit as much as your fav tropes in as I possibly could. Thank you for always supporting me and letting me share my ideas with you <3 <3

I Feel it Coming

Words: 5352

Rating: Explicit

Tags: smut and fluff, shizaya, established relationship, self-care day, possessive Shizuo, light dom/sub (please check AO3 for a comprehensive list of tags)

AO3

When Shizuo gets home Izaya is nowhere to be seen.

It’s been a long day of chasing down debts and deadbeats. Shizuo sighs as he toes off his shoes at the entrance and loosens the clip on bowtie. Making a trail up the stairs and to his bedroom, Shizuo pulls off his vest off along the way. He takes care to hang it gingerly on the hanger behind the door, certain he can get a few more wears out of this one before it needed washing.

He rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt to his elbows, loosened buttons showing off a white undershirt and the hint of defined pectorals. Most of the lights in the apartment were on, the bedroom lit by low lamplight. Izaya is obviously around, and yet he normally greets Shizuo boisterously; often from his desk because he’s forgotten to stop working.

Shizuo untucks his shirt, slipping out of his pants and letting white fabric slip below his thighs. He’s thinking he needs a shower, or maybe he’ll just fall straight into bed, but he follows the sound of running water to the en suite.

Izaya really has a ridiculous apartment. His bathroom is off his bedroom, and if you pass through it you’ll find yourself in a large walk-in wardrobe. For someone who only wears the same ugly coat everyday Izaya sure has a lot of clothes. Shizuo’s not complaining, when Izaya wears that cream oversized turtleneck it does things to him.

Shizuo follows the rush of water to the bathroom. Steam clouds the air, mixed with a pleasant floral smell. It’s dark in here, the only light an illumination of candles on the basin and other various other spots. Water is filling the bath, a mix of bubbles and rose petals on the surface. Heated tiles warm Shizuo’s feet and he can’t help but feel the tension of the day lifting slightly at the relaxing atmosphere.

Until he almost has a heart attack.

Standing in the entrance to the wardrobe is a man with a white mask over his face.

Shizuo stumbles back, heart racing a million miles an hour as the figure emerges from the dark.

“What the fuck!?”

Shizuo clutches his hand in his shirt as he tries to force his rabbiting heart to calm down.

“You look like a fucking serial killer!”

He’s still trying to calm down from the shock as the masked man attempts a grin.

“Welcome home to you too, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya’s dressed in a maroon bathrobe and on his face is one of those stupid beauty masks he loves so much. Though, the serial killer look is slightly dampened by the fluffy white headband with cat ears Izaya wears to keep his hair back.

Izaya slinks up to him, arms going to wrap around his neck and Shizuo’s hands automatically go to his waist. It’s almost like a pavlovian response at this point.

“I’m not kissing you when you look like this,” Shizuo grumbles out to which Izaya replies with only a chuckle.

It’s disconcerting. The mask has holes for his mouth and eyes, and a slit for his nostrils, but other than that he looks completely macabre.

Shizuo ignores his own words when he allows Izaya to place a small peck on his lips.

“What’s all this?” Shizuo asks, rubbing circles into Izaya’s hips absentmindedly.

“Mm?” Izaya makes his usual noncommittal noise. “I thought Shizu-chan would like some pampering after a long day at work.”

Honestly, that sounds absolutely wonderful to Shizuo right about now. He eyes the bath off, noticing two glasses of lemon and mint infused water on the hob next to it. No doubt one of Izaya’s own ‘self-care’ creations.

Izaya doesn’t do anything without an ulterior motive and a sprinkling of manipulation, Shizuo thinks with his eyes narrowing back to his currently psychotic looking boyfriend.

“What’s the catch?”

“My, my … can’t I just be doing something nice for my boyfriend?”

“No,” Shizuo deadpans back to Izaya’s fake as shit voice.

He attempts to pout, but he can’t move his face muscles well without messing up the mask.

“Boo Shizu-chan, you’re no fun.”

“And you’re a pest,” Shizuo says as Izaya hangs off him like some sort of dramatic leach.

Izaya leans his head back, giving an over top groan as if Shizuo’s inability to react in the way he wants is his greatest annoyance.

“Come on,” Shizuo leans closer, mouth almost touching skin as he whispers low into his ear. “The sooner you tell me what you want the sooner you’ll get it, flea.”

Shizuo can feel the way the body in his arms tenses up momentarily, almost like a shiver going through him from the low tenor of Shizuo’s voice. Really, Izaya was pretty easy to handle once he learnt a few tricks.

One being that he was an incredibly horny fleabag.

Izaya is sliding his hands down Shizuo’s back, sweeping over the curve of his ass as he finds the hem of Shizuo’s shirt. He runs his fingers along the seam before sneaking under white fabric to press at his upper thigh.

“Hmm,” Shizuo pulls back to find copper eyes among a sea of white. Izaya’s hands on his skin are slightly distracting and just a little bit ticklish. “I want Shizuo to do a face-mask with me.”

“And?” Shizuo presses, digging the points of his thumbs into Izaya’s hips lightly.

“And have a bubble bath.”

Shizuo just pulls Izaya closer, pressing a swift kiss the crown of his head. “Alright louse, I guess that doesn’t sound so bad.”

Shizuo has a quick rinse off in the shower, afterwards changing into the navy bathrobe Izaya had brought to match his. It feels good to wash away the remnants of a long day, water beating down on his shoulders almost like a massage. Izaya’s shower had out of this world water pressure, honestly Shizuo was in love.

One face-mask later and the bath has finished filling. Steam is coming off the water, and Shizuo knows it’s still way too hot for either of them to get in. Though Izaya will probably try to early like always. He really was like some cold-blooded reptile, always trying to soak up as much heat as possible … usually from Shizuo himself.

Shizuo lets Izaya put his mask on. It was the best choice, considering the wet paper like cloth needed delicate handling and Shizuo would no doubt rip it immediately with his ‘monster’s paws’, as Izaya had said. He made sure to smack at Izaya with his monster paws for that comment.

The mask isn’t horrible. It’s wet and his vision is kind of obscured, and he doesn’t think it fits properly cause one side keeps curling down at his temple. Izaya had given him his own kitty ear headband to hold his fringe back, and the louse pesters him to take a few selfies together. Shizuo can’t help but snort at how ridiculous they look, kind of like a mannequin had a baby with a hockey mask.

They sit on the edge of the bathtub next to each other, sipping their drinks the best they can with the masks in the way. Shizuo eventually gets fed up and rips the sliver of paper between his nostrils and upper lip and Izaya almost chokes on his stupid lemon water laughing.

It’s cute.

It’s nice to just sit and talk, to take stock of each other’s day and catch up. Izaya plays footsies with him the entire time, and at one point Shizuo almost falls backwards into the bath trying to capture the louse’s calf between his feet.

Izaya’s hand is also rubbing once again against his thigh, sliding up under the material of his bathrobe. He massages his fingers into the muscles, pressing with precision into the knots hard enough to make Shizuo groan.

Izaya has a thing for his thighs. Shizuo doesn’t know why, but something about them makes the little pest go feral. They are thick and muscular, almost double the width of Izaya’s own legs and even if Shizuo didn’t see the appeal himself he’s happy to let Izaya have his fun.

Watching Izaya fuck himself against only his bare thigh really was a sight to behold.

After about ten minutes the face masks come off. Shizuo never could keep them on as long as Izaya; after a while it started to get too annoying and almost itchy. Still, Shizuo would be lying if he said it didn’t feel completely satisfying pealing the paper away from his skin.

He scrunches the mask into a ball, using it to rub the excess moisture of his face. Izaya folds his own mask much more neatly, leaning towards the mirror to inspect his skin as he wipes away any remaining excess.

Like every inch of that skin wasn’t flawless to begin with.

Shizuo rubs at his cheek, taking in how soft the mask has left his skin. He wasn’t that into self-care like Izaya was, but even he couldn’t deny these masks were magical.

Better was Izaya skin, which normally soft to the touch, became like silk under Shizuo’s fingertips. He can’t stop himself from reaching out, from cupping the flea’s cheek and rubbing his thumb against ivory skin.

It’s nice to finally see his unobscured face.

“Hey,” Shizuo’s turning that his to meet lips like satin in a soft kiss.

Izaya lets Shizuo set the pace to something slow and unhurried. He parts his mouth, tongue licking at the seam of Izaya’s lips before the other is turning to let him deepen the kiss further.

Shizuo licks into that wicked mouth with a careful consideration, letting Izaya’s taste flood over his tongue. There’s a hand twisting into the back of his hair and another once more kneading the flesh of his thigh.

Shizuo breaks the kiss slowly, dazzlingly eyes of whiskey alight with muted heat blinking softly back up at him.

“I’m home, Izaya.”

Izaya grins at the domestic phrase, rubs his nose against Shizuo’s and the little kiss is so cute that Shizuo can feel the tips of his ears go red.

“Welcome home, Shizu-chan.”

Izaya breath is like a whisper over his lips and Shizuo can’t help but mirror his smirk with a grin of his own.

Shizuo slips into the bath by himself, letting out a groan as the heat immediately relaxes the muscles in his back. It’s still way too hot. So hot that he can’t help but shiver, heat skittering almost painfully over sensitive nerve endings. And yet it feels like heaven, all of the tension flooding out of his body after a long day. He closes his eyes, letting his head lie back on the hob as he just soaks in the moment.

The patter of feet signal Izaya’s return. Shizuo opens one eye to see him standing before him with those same kitty ears and nothing else.

Izaya’s body is stunning. He’s lean and long limbed, but there’s a subtle grace to the way he holds himself. Shizuo always thinks of him as some kind of jungle panther. Light-footed. Slinking around like a predator. His waist is slim, and yet there is slight definition around his muscles, and his ass-, shit, his ass is a gift from God. Chasing the flea all those years had definitely paid off for him; and Shizuo was happy to enjoy the spoils too.

Izaya places a hand to Shizuo’s bicep as he steadies himself and steps into the water. Shizuo’s arm comes up to the small of his back automatically, ready to catch him at the first sign of a slip, but knowing Izaya it wasn’t necessary.

The flea slips into the space between Shizuo’s parted legs and leans back against his muscled chest. He lets out a little sigh as he submerges himself into the water up to his shoulders, obviously enjoying the heat sinking deep into his body just as Shizuo had. The noise is nice, something breathless and almost non-existent, something Shizuo is so attuned to he thinks he can almost hear it in his head rather than any physical sound.

Izaya’s leans his head back against his shoulder and Shizuo can’t help but wrap his arms around his waist, pulling him tighter against his front.

Izaya body fits perfectly against his, and not for the first time Shizuo is certain that flea was made for him.

The candles flicker with steam, and Shizuo thinks he could fall asleep right here and now.

Fwua!

A loud slapping sound breaks through his peace and Shizuo can feel giggles vibrating through Izaya’s back.

Opening his eyes again, Shizuo is met with the sight of Izaya scooping bubbles into his hands. He smacks them together quickly, the bubbles exploding into the air with his delighted giggles.

It’s too fucking cute.

“What are you, four?”

Izaya answers by twisting his neck to look over at Shizuo, a hand of foam raised and Shizuo’s barely has time to raise an eyebrow before bubbles are being blown into his face.

“Oi,” Shizuo hacks a cough, swallowing a great deal more soap than he ever wanted to. His eye twitches at the cheeky look in Izaya’s eyes and his grouchy tone really doesn’t match his own fond smile.

“Do you want me to drown you in this tub?”

Izaya pouts, “Shizu-chan don’t be mean.”

The pout cracks as his lips twitch up at the corners. Water splashes, the flea suddenly turning around fully and scooping up more bubbles.

“Shizu-chan let’s make you a bubble beard.”

“Haaah?”

“Haaah?” Izaya mocks, “come on old man.”

“I’m younger than you,” Shizuo quips back, trying to grab skinny wrists that keep trying to slap foam to his chin.

Wasn’t this supposed to be relaxing!?

Izaya’s attempts don’t ease up and he giggles as a ball of bubbles land delicately on Shizuo’s nose.

He narrows his eyes at his nose, as if the bubbles have personally offended him, and before Izaya can even get a yelp out Shizuo is shoving his head underwater.

Water goes over the sides of the tub and Izaya’s arms splash comically as Shizuo’s entire palm covers the crown of his head. He only gives it a few seconds before he lets up.

Izaya pops back up, hair sopping and stuck to his forehead as his kitty headband hangs pathetically around his neck. He splutters and coughs, attempting to glare at Shizuo as he rubs at his eyes.

Shizuo only gives a cocky raise of one eyebrow, as if to say ‘you started it’.

“Did you just try to drown me?” Izaya asks, his outrage fake as shit.

“You wanna go back under?” Shizuo threatens, but the tone is ruined by his wide smile.

Izaya grins, one shoulder coming up in a half-hearted shrug. He pulls off the headband around his neck, pouting at the state it’s in before flinging it over the side of the tub to the floor.

A glint flashes in Izaya’s eyes. It’s the only warning Shizuo gets before two hands are pressing down onto his head.

Shizuo plants his feet firmly on the bottom of the tub to stop from sliding, and Izaya’s wicked looked turns disappointed as Shizuo doesn’t budge an inch.

“Oi.”

Izaya’s eyes narrow into a look of determination, and he even gets to his knees as he tries to add even more force to Shizuo’s head.

“Why, won’t, you, die?”

Shizuo answers by letting himself suddenly slip under the water. The sudden loss of purchase has Izaya floundering and Shizuo swears he can hear him yelp through water.

Shizuo almost swallows an obscene amount of bath water from laughing before he pops back up. Izaya has slumped atop of him, arms around his neck as he holds his own head above water as if to keep himself from completely submerging.

Shizuo likes that. The way Izaya will always grab onto him, cling to him, whenever he loses his footing.

“Shizu-chan is so mean. Jail for a thousand years!”

Shizuo just chuckles, pushing Izaya’s fringe away from his forehead as he looks at him. He’s doing the face Shizuo loves, the one where his nose scrunches up oh so cutely. Shizuo loves that face, he wants to hoard it all to himself and never let anyone else see it.

If it got out Izaya was this cute Shizuo’s sure he’d have to beat off interested parties with a sick.

Mine.

Shizuo sits himself up, shaking his head like a dog to get the water out of his hair. Izaya squirms in his arms, but he doesn’t let go. Instead he manhandles the flea back into the same position they started in, with his back pressed to Shizuo’s chest, sitting between his legs.

There, Shizuo thinks triumphantly, Izaya’s wriggling getting less and less by the minute. He squeezes his thighs around the flea’s hips, wrapping his legs over the top of Izaya’s until he’s practically in a joint lock.

He’s really no match for Shizuo’s superior strength when it comes down to it. Still, it didn’t stop Izaya from trying to wrestle him daily.

“Have you calmed down you damn water rat?”

“Hmm,” Izaya hums as if he has no idea what Shizuo’s talking about. “Shouldn’t I be a water flea? Shizu-chan don’t you know it’s bad to mix metaphors?”

Shizuo just snorts at such a bratty response.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

Izaya relents and relaxes back into his body and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against the back of his neck.

“You’re ridiculous,” Shizuo snorts into his skin, and he doesn’t need to see to know that Izaya is smirking.

He lets his lips and hands do the rest of the talking. Soft kisses trailing from Izaya’s neck to his shoulder and back again. He rubs his hands at the flea’s sides, making a path up and down slowly as he maps out every inch of creamy skin.

Izaya makes that soundless noise again, lips parted slightly as closes his eyes, focusing on sensation of Shizuo’s hands and lips on him. Shizuo’s touch is light, almost ticklish as he brushes fingertips across Izaya’s ribs, the water turning his path slick and easy.

Shizuo kisses are barely a press of lips to skin, so soft that it’s only the feel of his breath blowing out that makes Izaya’s skin erupt into goosebumps. Shizuo watches fascinated as that alabaster skin reacts before his very eyes.

Izaya’s got the faintest of freckles splayed across his shoulders, almost impossible to see unless this close. Shizuo loves to pick out each individual mark, a constellation of stars for his mouth to trace and follow. To worship and pay tribute to.

Shizuo rubs his hands from Izaya’s sides down to his hips, thighs, and back up again to his waist. Every time he trails down he moves a little bit further. Inch by torturous inch he teases skin until Izaya starts to squirm a little.

Heh.

Shizuo’s grin is wicked as he presses it under Izaya’s ear. His lips move up to brush against his pulse point and Izaya lifts his chin to allow Shizuo greater access.

Shizuo’s chuckle spills over skin for real and shivers are erupting once more over Izaya’s skin.

“Mmm?” Shizuo whispers a questioning noise, hands dipping past the heated flesh at Izaya’s inner thigh. “You like that flea?”

Izaya does a little jerk of his head, eyes closed and it really is too cute.

“Does it feel good?”

Shizuo breath is hot at his ear before he gives a playful nip to the flesh. He can feel the way Izaya’s breath hitches, the motion going through his back and making Shizuo’s own chest thrum with something primal and satisfied.

Shizuo’s rubbing his foot against Izaya’s calf muscle, feeling the way he squirms at the touch.

“What’s wrong?” Shizuo cheeks actually hurt from how wide he’s smiling. “Do you not like it?”

Izaya’s head shakes, the action almost frantic, and Shizuo rewards him by sliding the flat of his tongue over the muscle where his neck and shoulder meet.

His skin tastes clean and fresh, and Shizuo feels his mouth salivating with the desire to bite into that milky flesh. To see it bruised dark with his claim. He holds off though, content with just feeling Izaya beneath his hands, feeling the way his breathing goes a little faster at every dip closer to that heat between his legs.

“Does it feel good when I touch here?” Shizuo brushes his fingertips over Izaya’s ribs, taking in every little shudder as he whispers into his lover’s ear. “What about when I touch here?”

Shizuo’s hands trail inwards, and Izaya’s lips are parting in a gasp as his knuckles brush against the side of his cock.

“Ah, is there someone you want me to touch you flea?”

Shizuo rubs his fingers between Izaya’s thighs just above his knees, so close and yet so far, if the little whimper that escapes his lips is any indication.

Shizuo feels like an addict. There is just something about having Izaya in his arms, squirming and desperate for his touch and just … taking his time with him.

Dragging it out nice and slow.

Shizuo continues licking and sucking at the flea’s neck. Izaya has his hand trapped between his legs in a vice grip, and yet Shizuo still continues his slow, sweet touches.

He lets his touches turn rougher, digs bruises into pale skin as he sucks harshly on that spot beneath Izaya’s ear; the spot that makes him moan open-mouthed.

“Shizuo.”

His name is like a prayer on Izaya’s lips. Breathless and needy. Shizuo doesn’t know whether he’s begging for him to stop or begging for him to keep going, either way the sound sinks deep into his gut.

“Shizuo please.”

Shizuo’s grin goes impossibly wide, mouth gaping like a predator’s with its prey in its grasp. His lips find Izaya’s earlobe. He pulls the flesh into his mouth and sucks harshly.

It’s a dizzying juxtaposition. Wrenching his hand from Izaya’s thigh-crush, Shizuo grazes the tips of fingers over the head of his cock, the softest, slowest touch all night and it makes Izaya jolt.

“Fuck.”

Shizuo sucks hard at the flea’s neck, finger tips trailing down his shaft and to his navel. He rubs at the soft flesh there, relishing in the annoyed whine that Izaya makes as he moves away from his reddened cock.

“Shizuo,” he can hear the pout in Izaya’s voice.

“Look at you,” Shizuo releases Izaya’s ear with a wet sound, “I haven’t even played with your tits yet and this worked up.”

That whine becomes louder, more painful if possible, as if Izaya’s gritting his teeth together.

“Shizuo you better fucking touch me or I’m going to destroy all your stupid bartender outfits.”

It’s astounding. Izaya’s gripping his wrist so tightly Shizuo’s sure there will be indents of his nails left behind. How is it possible for him to still sound like such a vicious little thing when he’s desperately trying to put Shizuo’s unbudging hand to his leaking cock?

“Oi,” Shizuo growls low and Izaya’s body shivers fully at the sound. “Do you want me to drown you again?”

“Heh,” Izaya lips are quirking up, eyes hooded as he speaks out like silk and satin, “if you drown me there won’t be anyone around to suck your cock.”

Shizuo should’ve expected this. Expected Izaya would try to play dirty.

He was the definition of little brat that needed to be put in their place. Still, the words make his own dick jump, and he can’t help but press his erection harder into the swell of Izaya’s ass in warning.

“Oh?” Shizuo lets his tenor lilt upwards, “you wanna suck my cock that bad flea?”

Izaya snorts, and Shizuo can’t help but rub his nose against his neck in an overly affectionate gesture.

“Hey Shizu-chan,” Izaya’s turning his face, lips meeting lips in a sweet brush as he releases his death grip on Shizuo’s wrist.

Shizuo stares into dark, deep eyes; lets himself drown as Izaya presses his forehead to his.

“Yeah flea?”

Izaya eyes close, his mouth turning soft as he gives one of those rare smiles reserved just for Shizuo.

Shizuo’s eyes slip close, Izaya in his arms and his breath spilling across his face in a steady rhythm. It’s like an abstract concept become physical, a peace that Shizuo can literally hold within his hands.

Izaya dips his head to Shizuo’s neck, lips against skin as he whispers.

“I want you to tell me how badly I want to suck your cock … while you touch me.”

Shizuo’s eyes blow wide. His smile is going predator-like before he can even realise it.

Izaya was absolutely perfect.

Shizuo pulls Izaya’s body back with his, getting comfortable as Izaya settles himself in against his hold, nuzzling into his neck. Shizuo can’t help but shower his back in soft kisses.

“You want me to talk you through it baby?” Shizuo asks, letting his voice go softer. He’s cock is aching as Izaya shivers at the pet name. He forces it to the back of his mind, focus zeroing in on the body in his arms. “You look so good right now.”

Izaya just sighs and Shizuo rewards him with a kiss to his lips. It’s chaste and sweet, with the promise of something hotter simmering just beneath the surface.

He lets his hands slide through the water and up that irresistible body once more. This time when snakes his hand downwards he palms at Izaya’s cock lightly.

“Aah,” Izaya’s lets out this little moan, relief and pleasure all in one. As if not being touched had been painful, had been torture.

“That feel good? Being touched here?” Shizuo whispers a sonnet against Izaya’s neck. His eyes are wide open, mesmerized as he palms his hand with more force against the flea’s cock.

His hot in his palm, positively boiling compared to the cooling temperate of the water surrounding them. Shizuo enjoys the feel of him in his hands. Hot and heavy. Izaya has a nice cock, it’s long, not as thick as Shizuo’s but it curves nicely and his mouth waters at the sight of it.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock … for such an ugly flea.”

Izaya actually chuckles at the underhanded compliment and Shizuo feels himself flush at the sound.

Izaya was anything but ugly.

Shizuo’s certain even the most wicked of devils would repent at the beauty of his flea.

Mine, mine, mine.

Shizuo lets his touch stay slow and steady, matching his earlier exploration of Izaya’s body. He closes his fist around the shaft experimentally, the water making his slow pull even rougher.

Izaya’s head is thrown fully back onto his shoulder now. Eyes closed as he pants open-mouthed. His hips are doing these cute little jerk, moving in time with Shizuo’s hand, and every brush of his ass against Shizuo’s cock makes him want to groan out loud.

“Look at you, I bet you’re imagining it aren’t you?” Shizuo fists the head of Izaya’s cock with the barest of pressure and the other is whimpering. “My cock in your mouth … the taste of me on your tongue.”

“Ah-ah.”

Shizuo’s pace is increasing, fist going tighter as his words climb higher.

“You look so good with your mouth stuffed with my cock, baby,” Shizuo’s whispers are turning harsh in his ears. “God you feel so good around me. So wet.”

Shizuo’s eyes are closing and he can feel it. That warm wet heat enveloping him, almost overwhelming in its sensation.

“You want it so badly don’t you? Tell me how badly you want my cock.”

“Y-yes!” Izaya’s voice comes out high pitched and desperate. “I-, I want your cock … I-I need it.”

Shizuo rubs his hard dick against the crack of Izaya’s ass, in time with the flea’s desperate thrust. His lips are wet and wide against Izaya’s neck, kisses turning careless as he sucks and bites with abandon. Izaya’s body is going taunt in his arms, toes curling against the tub, abdominals clenching so tight it almost looks painful. His body is on the edge of trembling, pulled so tight Shizuo can feel that tension almost about to snap.

“Fuck baby,” Shizuo lets his voice go rough, lets it go needy.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Shizuo gives a feral growl, Izaya’s squirming and splashing in his arms as he sets a relentless pace against his cock. Shizuo twists his fist as he pulls up, water sloshing over the sides at his frantic pace. He fists the head tightly, twisting in a way that makes Izaya keen out like he’s been kicked in the gut.

“N-need you, fuck I need you baby.”

“Ah-, ah-, Shizuo!”

Shizuo’s desperation sends Izaya over the edge. The body in his arms tenses, like an electric current is running through it and then he’s shaking apart, moaning long and loud as Shizuo strokes him through his orgasm, never letting up as his cock spurts white into water.

He keeps stroking him. Izaya’s breathing is ragged as he collapses boneless atop Shizuo.

Eventually he slows his motions, letting his hand come to a steady stop as he feels all the little aftershocks shivering through the body in his arms. Izaya’s eyes are closed and Shizuo thinks he might have fucked him stupid.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

“Oi,” Shizuo presses a kiss to Izaya’s temple. “Don’t fall asleep flea.”

Shizuo can’t keep the smile out his voice. He has literal perfection in his arms, had that same perfection coming and calling out his name. His heart feels fit to burst…

His cock definitely is.

“Mm, Shizu-chan is such a sadist,” Izaya finally mumbles a response. He sounds dazed, like he’s intoxicated and on the verge of blacking out.

“Guess it’s a good thing you’re such a masochist then, huh?” Shizuo says between kisses to the smattering of stars over Izaya’s shoulder.

“Hmm,” Izaya’s eyes are cracking open, staring unseeing at the ceiling as he brushes a hand through the water absentmindedly. “The bath is dirty now.”

Shizuo snorts, “and who made it dirty, louse?”

“Shizu-chan should take responsibility, after all, it’s all his fault,” Izaya quips back, turning to press a smirk into Shizuo’s neck.

“Youbetter take responsibility,” Shizuo grumbles, pressing his still raging erection against Izaya’s backside in case he’d somehow forgotten about it.

Unlikely.

“But I’m tired,” Izaya whines pathetically, and Shizuo half kind of wants to drown him again. “Shizu-chan’s torture was relentless!”

Shizuo chuckles at that, the deep sound vibrating through his chest and into Izaya’s back.

“Surprised you just didn’t slip it in mid torture,” Izaya lilts with his usually vulgarity and yeah Shizuo should definitely drown him.

“Too tired,” Shizuo deadpans, “you do some work flea.”

“Heh, be careful what you wish for Shizu-chan.”

They end up in bed, barely dry as Izaya’s swallows down Shizuo’s cock like a man starving. Shizuo’s exhausted, splayed out on the bed as he hovers blissfully between the edge of sleep and the pleasure of Izaya’s hot mouth wrapped around him.

It doesn’t take long for him to come. Not long until he’s body is shaking apart and he’s calling Izaya’s name. He trembles as Izaya sucks him dry of every, last, drop.

Shizuo feels hazy, his skin hypersensitive from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He’s drifting off to sleep, Izaya snuggling in beside him and pulling the blanket up.

“Shizu-chan has tomorrow off, right?” Izaya asks innocently, and Shizuo thinks he brushes his hand through the flea’s hair but he’s not quite sure in his half-awake daze.

“Yeah.”

“Will Shizu-chan make me breakfast?”

Shizuo’s eyes are slipping closed again, the sight of Izaya tucked under his arm and snuggling into his neck the last thing he sees.

“Yeah flea,” he’s mumbling in his sleep, “do … anything…”

[heathsbitch]

Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS

v. THE GARRISON

          "He'll come and see her." She looked towards Tommo whilst he started the car. "For Polly's sake, I certainly hope so." They began their journey back to Small Heath. "Are you alright with moving in with Polly? I never asked." He never looked at the girl, he kept his eyes trained on the road the entire time. "Yeah, yeah. I think she's an incredible woman. I'm completely fine with it." He laughed at her sudden gesture of admiration for his aunt. "You might not be thinking that after a week of living with her."

"Why does everyone keep saying that I'm going to regret moving in with her?" Ivy asked him, slightly agitated that people kept putting Polly down behind her back. "You haven't known Polly for as long as we have, she can be difficult and stubborn. She treats you differently."

"Finn said the same thing yesterday and I still don't believe it." She threw her hands into her lap. She didn't want to argue, she just wanted to know what was so bad about Polly. "She's a great woman, very strong. But she does talk to you differently. Just be careful, okay? She might get a bit protective, with Michael as well." Ivy nodded, she should take his word for it. After all they are family and they know each other best. "So, how are you finding it in dirty old Birmingham?" Thomas asked the girl. "It's dirtier than London," She giggled. "I prefer it. London was always filled with politicians who thought they were better than everybody else or men that were trying to have sex with anything that moves." Tommo laughed at her joke and she smiled at him. "I never asked you about your mother. Alfie never mentioned being married before." Ivy flinched when he mentioned her mum. She was a sensitive topic. "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, Ivy."

"I-it's okay. I-i don't mind." Ivy stuttered, conflicted on what to tell the man. "My dad was never really there for me, as you know. He was a tricky man and I think my mother definitely knew that. They were close, extremely close. But, they were never married," She was spilling all of her secrets to Tommo, the words kept falling out of her mouth and she couldn't stop them. "They argued a little bit before me but when my mother got pregnant they decided to stay together so they could raise me properly. They were a happy couple, until my brother came along." Tommo's head snapped to her. "You have a brother?" He asked,one eyebrow raised. "Yeah, his name is Joseph."

"Where is he now?" He questioned. "I'm getting there, Tommo," Ivy took in a deep breath before continuing her monologue. "When he was born, my parents would constantly argue. They would scream and growl at each other all because they both wanted to keep Joseph. That wouldn't have been a problem but they wanted to split up and only one of them could keep him." Tommy nodded, listening to her story and processing what she had been through. "My mum said that my father was 'too much' for her and that he was a lunatic. She wasn't wrong. Anyway, my mother wanted Joe because she wanted to keep him safe from my dad and his violent tendencies; she thought that I was already a 'lost cause'. My dad wanted him so he could be an heir to his company when he died and he thought girls were 'too much work'," Talking about her family hurt Ivy, they were memories, dreams, nightmares that brought pain. "My father wouldn't let my mum leave, so she left in the middle of the night. And she took Joe with her. She left no note, nothing. She just got up and left to start a new life with just her and my brother. I was two at the time."

"I'm sorry, Ivy. I didn't want to bring up bad memories." She sniffed, tears threatening to fall out of her eyes. "It's okay, I've seen worse." He took one hand off of the steering wheel and gripped one of hers. He squeezed it, comforting her. "Thank you, for everything. You took me in when you didn't know me, I had just killed two people. And you still saved me. Even when you found out who I was, you kept me around. Thank you, Thomas. I will be forever in your debt." He gave her a sympathetic smile. "I haven't had people thank me in a long time." He simply said.

The rest of the drive back was quiet, only the humming of the engine could be heard and the occasional bird flying over the top of the car. When they got back to Small Heath, Tommo said that he could give her a job. It was only managing the books. It was something to keep her busy while she was there, he said. He took Ivy to a small office. It had a desk in the middle of it, two chairs sat either side of it. Drawers and cabinets were dotted around the edges of the room. Sunlight beamed through the murky window that rested on the back wall. The door to the office was made of frosted glass and large windows rested next to it. It was the same room that Polly brought Ivy into last week. Only this time, 'Ivy Solomons' was plastered on the door in golden writing. "I had some people set this up while we were out. Think of it as an early birthday present." Ivy turned to look at Tommy. "How do you know when my birthday is?" She walked further into the room and sat in the plush chair that sat under the desk. "Finn talks too much." Ivy chuckled lightly at Finn's big mouth. "There are some papers on your desk that you can work through. Take it easy, though. You don't have to work too hard." She laughed and he smirked. "Okay. Thank you, Tommo." He left her 'office' and went to his own. The girl looked at the papers that were on her desk, they looked similar to the ones that Polly had her work through a couple of days ago.

About half an hour had passed by when she saw two figures walking past her office. Finn and Isaiah. They looked worried about something and they were walking towards Tommo's office. Ivy ignored the pair and got back on with her work. She thought that they'd probably done something utterly stupid knowing them. A couple of minutes later they walked back past her office again. Finn stopped in front of her door and turned to read Ivy's name. The girl laughed as she could see him get taken aback from the fact that she had an office. He knocked on her door and Ivy shouted to him "Come in!" He came into the room with a confused expression plastered on his face. "Since when did you get an office?" Ivy snorted at what he said. "Just now." Finn closed the door behind him and sat down in the chair in front of her. "Tommy must really like you." He lent back and relaxed in his chair. "Why did you have to go and see Tommo?" His face dropped and a look of sadness passed upon it. "Me and Isaiah were boxing with Arthur, he was fighting someone else. Someone quite young. H-h-he killed him. Ivy, Arthur killed him." Ivy stood up and walked over to Finn. "Finn, I'm sorry you had to see that." The girl crouched down next to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He leant forward and reciprocated her actions. He sniffed into her hair. Finn acted tough but on the inside he was soft and sensitive. "I should get going." They pulled away from the hug and stood up. "You have work to do and stuff." Ivy followed him to the door where Isaiah was standing. "Hey, Ivy." He said looking her up and down. She scoffed "Hi, Isaiah."

"Are you going to the re-opening of The Garrison later?" Isaiah asked me. "The what?" Ivy looked between the two taller boys. "The Garrison. Has nobody told you about it?" Finn looked shocked at the fact that she didn't know what The Garrison was. "It's the pub my brothers run. It got blown up before you got here and it's just finished getting repaired." Finn told her. "Oh." Ivy said. "I'll probably be going then, if Polly is." They nodded their heads and Isaiah patted her shoulder. "We'll see you there then." He began to walk away but Finn stayed to ask the girl a question. "We can pick you up if you want, walk you there."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Thank you." He grinned, a sense of pride shimmered through his face. He walked away, giving Ivy one last look before leaving her office.

When Ivy got back home, Polly told her to get ready for the "Grand re-opening of The Garrison". Sarcasm dripped from her words like venom, this is probably what the boys were telling her about. 'What had Thomas done now?'

"What's wrong, Polly?" Ivy asked her as she followed her up the stairs to their bedrooms. She was temporarily staying at her house in Small Heath before they moved in together properly, Tommo said it was so she could 'get used to her'. "You can call me Pol if you want, love." She dodged the girl's question. Ivy decided not to ask her again, to try and let her calm down a little bit. She walked into her room, also known as the guest room in Polly's house, so she could get dressed. Earlier that week, Polly and Ada had taken Ivy shopping to get some new clothes for her birthday that was in a few days. They had managed to find a beautiful grey dress that suited Ivy perfectly. It was a slightly tighter fitting than most dresses. Sequins were sewn into a v-shape down the front of it. It also had a silver head-band that came with it and some small silver heels. Polly had joked that it was the first dress she hadn't stolen in a while, Ada wasn't too happy with that. The young girl put some light make-up on, she didn't want to scare everyone away but she also wanted to look nice. The girl pinned the front two pieces of her hair back so she could keep them out of her face and so it would look good with the headband. Ada had also had the idea of buying some underwear, "Who are you trying to impress?" Polly had asked her. She playfully slapped her aunt's arm. Ivy had brought three pairs of quite expensive lingerie; a white set, a black set and a red set. Ivy had decided to wear the black set that night. When they were shopping, Polly and Ada said they were treating the younger girl and that she shouldn't worry about the price of things. Finally, she slipped her dress over her head and her heels onto her feet. For her birthday, they also managed to pick up this amazing coat. It was quite similar to the boys' but it was pinched at the waist to be more flattering. It was a charcoal grey and matched Ivy's outfit perfectly. A knock sounded at the front door. Polly was acting a little bit off still so Ivy thought it would be better if she answered it. Finn, Isaiah and a couple of other boys were standing at the door. "Ready to go, Mrs Solomons?" Isaiah asked, his arm out, ready for her to take. "It's just Miss, thank you. I'm not married yet."

"Polly, I'm leaving now. I'm going with Finn and Isaiah." No reply. Ivy closed the door and turned back to the boys. "Ivy, you l-look..." Finn stumbled to find words. "Amazing."

"Fit." Finn and Isaiah spoke at the same time. Isaiah said the latter of course. Ivy stepped into the cold streets with the 'junior Peaky boys', as Arthur calls them. Her arms were linked with Isaiah and Finn, they said it was to keep her safe from the prying eyes of Birmingham. A light layer of snow was falling from the sky and there was a chill in the air. Luckily, Ivy had a coat this time, she thought back to that night in London. The girl shook her head, wanting to be rid of those morbid memories. Isaiah knocked his head back and Ivy noticed he had a bottle in his hand, alcohol. She reached for it, grabbing it out of his hands and taking a huge swig from the bottle. The boys cheered around her and she laughed, shoving the bottle back into Isaiah's hand. Ivy definitely felt better now. Finn started to walk away from the group, "Carry on." He told us. "Finn, where are you going?" Ivy quizzed. "To talk to Arthur." He simply responded. "Do you want me to come with you?" He shook his head at her question and walked into Arthur's head. The girl turned back to Isaiah and the boys. "He just wants to protect ye', kitten." Her eyebrow raised at the nickname but she continued to follow him down the street to The Garrison. They walked in and the atmosphere was electric. People were talking, smoking, drinking, having a good time.

"Vee!" Someone shouted from across the room. "You made it!" A strong arm was wrapped around her shoulders and the girl looked to see John wrapped around her. "Let's get you lot a drink, eh?" He shook the girl and walked over to the bar. Ivy didn't trail far from Isaiah. It was busy there and she felt safe with him. "S'alright. I've got you, Kitten." He wrapped his arm around the small of her back when John came back with some drinks. "Come sit with us, Vee." She followed John and went to sit at the table. "You look great, Ivy." Esme complimented me as she sat down with Isaiah. "Thank you," She always seemed off with the girl so she was glad that Esme was warming up. "You look amazing too." Ivy complimented her. John slung his arm around his wife, "Yeah, she does." He said as he lent in to kiss her. She spun around to look at Isaiah, feeling a little bit uncomfortable. The doors to The Garrison opened and two people walked in. "Right!" Someone shouted. Arthur was here. Finn had also come in, but quieter than Arthur had. He came and sat on the other side of Ivy. "What did you do to him?" Ivy queried, slightly worried for Arthur's sake. "Tokyo?" Isaiah asked Finn and he just nodded his head as a response. "What's Tokyo?" She looked between the boys, looking for an answer. Finn reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, blue vial, filled with powder. He placed it on the table in front of the girl. "Cocaine?"

"Yes, kitten, and it's good stuff." Isaiah grabbed the bottle from the table and dropped it into his own pocket. Finn twitched when Isaiah called her 'kitten'. Ivy wondered why he was always so twitchy whenever they were with Isaiah. "Here, Finn-boy. Get that down ya'." John slid a glass of whiskey over to Finn and he grabbed it immediately, probably wanting to get it down before Tommo saw. Speak of the Devil. He was walking around his pub, observing everyone and everything. He came over to the small group and reached his hand out, "Finn! Gimme that," He took the glass off of him. "Keep them off the whiskey, John." He ruffled Finn's hair and Ivy giggled to herself. Tommo necked the drink and walked off to talk to somebody else. John took a cigar out of his pocket and lit it. "You want one, Vee?" He held it out to her. "No, thank you. I'm good." She pushed it away from her and back to him. "Go on! Just one puff." He lured the girl in. "Fine." She took it out of his hand and held it up to her lips. She looked at the huge roll of tobacco 'Here goes nothing.' She took a large puff of the cigar. Ivy coughed and spluttered, Finn patted her back, laughing along with the others. "Fuck me. That's horrible." 'Ooh's' emanated from around the table. "The posh girl swears." Isaiah knocked her knee under the table, messing around with the girl. Ivy pushed him back. 'I've done a lot worse.' She thought. But, she wasn't going to let that ruin her night.

Ada came in after half an hour or so, shortly followed by Polly. Ivy hugged her and went back to her previous conversation with John and the boys. She thought she would give Polly a little bit more time to cool down, Ivy didn't want to push her. Finn's hand snuck onto her knee under the table. Ivy raised her eyebrow at him, John had been sneaking him whiskey, along with the alcohol that Isaiah had brought. He had been doing the same to the young girl. Saying that they were a little bit tipsy would've been an understatement, the teens were completely drunk.

"I have an idea." Finn stood up and grabbed Ivy's hand. He pulled her out of The Garrison and onto the streets. "Finn, what're you doing?" He just laughed and pulled her further down the street. They took a couple of turns and ended up outside of another bar. "Let's live a little." He whispered in her ear. Ivy trailed behind him into the bar, her hand still firmly gripped onto his because she didn't want to get lost. The teens sat down at the bar and waited for a few minutes. "We are going to steal something." What had gotten into him? Ivy wondered. "Pick a drink." He muttered in her ear, his words slurred because of the alcohol he had already consumed. They waited for the bar man to look away, that's when Ivy's hand reached for some nice-looking rum. She swiped the bottle and grabbed for Finn's hand again. They darted out of the door. "Someone stop them!" A man screamed behind them. They howled with laughter and sprinted down the street. Ivy screamed as she stopped at the entrance of an alleyway. "Finn, come on!" They darted down the dark, concrete corridor. She could hear the man's heavy footsteps behind them. Luckily, they were small and quick so they could probably get away.

The pair took turns and twists, trying to escape the furious owner of the pub. The wind wafted their hair and slapped their faces, turning them red. It was still snowing which meant they had a little bit more cover. Finn and Ivy turned into a tiny alleyway. It was a tight squeeze but the owner ran past the teens, shouting something incoherent in his accent. "Fuck, Ivy." Finn breathed in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Due to the small size of the alley, his face was pressed into Ivy's neck and hers was squashed into his shoulder. She giggled and bit her lip. Ivy lifted the bottle up to her lips and took a large swig. The alcohol dripped down her throat, leaving a burning trail behind it. "That's good stuff." She told Finn. He was next to take a swig. He groaned as he swallowed it. "Shit."

"There you fucking are!" The owner of the pub and them and before they knew it, they were shimmying down the tight alley to get away. Finn and Ivy came up to the canal, a boat was passing through it. "We can make it if we jump!" She sprinted up to the edge of the canal and took a huge leap. It felt like time slowed down for the girl as she landed on the boat and jumped over to the other side of the canal. "Fuck!" Finn shouted as he followed his friend's actions. She reached out to catch him. The girl's heels were killing her ankles but they had to keep going. "You're fucking crazy, Doll." The man stopped at the edge of the canal. "Get back here!" He screamed at them. "We have to go. Now." There was a pile of boxes leading up to a roof top. "There!" Ivy climbed up on the first one and looked behind to see Finn close on her tail. She got on top of the roof and had to take extra caution with her heels. They walked across the spine of the roof like a tightrope. There was a balcony that they jumped onto so they could gain extra cover from the angry barman. They crouched, hiding from the man that would probably shoot the teens if he got his hands on them. Finn cackled loudly, the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Shh." Ivy warned him, quietly laughing under her own breath. She held the bottle out towards her friend and he took it from her hands. A few gulps later, they decided it would be best to head back to The Garrison, the pair had lost the owner by now. They found a safe way off of the roof, Finn helped Ivy down like a gentleman, even though he was the one who probably needed the help. They found their way into another alley way, this one was bigger than the last. "Where'd you learn to do that?" The teen questioned, referring to Ivy's ability to walk over roofs and jump over boats. "You learn a lot of special skills when you grow up in Camden Town." She simply said. After a few seconds of silence, the Shelby boy spoke up again. "Ivy, your headband." Finn pointed at her hair that had come out and was now hanging loose around her shoulders. Her hand shot up to her forehead to check that the headband was still there, it wasn't. "Shit." Ivy cursed.

Finn towered over the girl, he was much taller than Tommo but a lot less intimidating. He smiled down at Ivy, the alcohol clearly effecting his movement. He held the bottle for her to take, which she did gladly. Ivy drank a fair portion and then placed it down by her feet. She didn't know whether it was the narrowness of the alley or if it was just her, but it felt like Finn was very close to her. His breath fanned over her face and she was sure hers did to him as well. He smelled of alcohol, a sweet mix of whiskey and rum. The headband was long forgotten as Finn closed the gap between the pair, his lips getting closer to hers.

Then they met.

They met in a sweet kiss of drunkenness. Neither of them knew what they were doing and they would probably regret it in the morning, if either of them could remember. Finn's hands cupped Ivy's cold cheeks bringing her in closer. One trailed down to her leg which he swiftly pulled up so she could wrap it around his waist, his other moved to rest on the wall next to her head. He pushed the girl further into the wall of the alley, grinding on her slightly to achieve some pleasure. Goosebumps trailed up Ivy's arms and legs as they continued to kiss. Finn's hand traveled up her dress to meet her garters. He groaned when he felt them. Just as he was about to pull them down, there was a shout at the entrance of the alley way. John stood there, Ivy's headband in his hand. 'Shit.'

"What do you two think you're doing." He swaggered up to the teens. Ivy pushed Finn away from her and bent down to pick up the bottle of rum that rested in the mud at their feet. She thought he was going to scold them for stealing and almost having sex in an alley but instead he just said, "Impressive." He slapped Finn's shoulder. "Let's get you two home, eh." He took them back to the house where Finn and Ivy took a seat on the sofa. "Polly, wouldn't want to see you like this." John said, walking back into the living room but they had passed out long ago. John draped a couple of blankets over the pair and removed their shoes to try and add some comfort to their drunken sleep.

vi. MICHAEL

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Amy’s birthday is approaching, and I wanted to do a little something to celebrate. This ended up being a little silly. I hope you enjoy.

Amy lay awake staring at the ceiling on the eve of her birthday. She was too excited to sleep, thinking of her annual gift. She twisted her head to the left and peered at her fiancé in their nearly-dark bedroom. He lay on his side facing away from her, so she watched the rest of his body for signs of alertness.

Squinting at him without her glasses on didn’t work, so she gently placed her hand on his ribcage. It rose and fell slowly and steadily. She would probably have to wait until morning. Luckily, her birthday fell on Sunday this year, so they could take all the time they needed making love. What time was it anyway? She carefully rolled over and pawed at her nightstand. Where was her phone?

She peered over her shoulder to be sure she hadn’t woken Sheldon. She was both relieved and disappointed that he still appeared fast asleep. Sighing, she methodically combed the nightstand surface with her fingers. They made contact with her glasses, lotion bottle, Kleenex box, lamp, and the MRI of Sheldon’s brain, one of her most prized possessions. Everything was there except her phone. Had she left it on the coffee table? No matter. It wasn’t that important anyway. She lay back against her pillow and closed her eyes.

Amy awoke to the sound of her name. She blinked and saw Sheldon hovering over her. “What time is it?” She croaked.

“Just after midnight. Happy Birthday,” he murmured in a low, sexy voice.

She sat up against the headband and rubbed her eyes. “Really? It feels more like 3 a.m.”

He consulted his watch then showed it to her. “No, it’s 12:03, and I know it’s right because my watch is…”

“…linked to the atomic clock in Boulder, Colorado. It’s accurate to one tenth of a second,” she finished for him. “I know. I don’t doubt you. It’s just that it felt like a long time for me to fall asleep. It’s hard to believe it’s only two hours since bedtime.”

“Now that we’re both awake, shall we begin with your birthday festivities?”

“Yes! I’m always eager for your gifts.”

He reached under the bed and extracted a gift bag with ‘Happy Birthday’ emblazoned on it in multicolors, surrounded by balloons. He watched as she pulled the red tissue paper from the bag and set it on her nightstand. Amy dug her hand to the bottom of the bag and removed the contents.

She stared at the object and frowned. “My phone? I don’t understand.”

“I added some reminders to your calendar. Open it to January 17.”

She obliged, furrowing her brow. “8 p.m. S+A. What does that mean?”

“S+A stands for Sheldon and Amy,” he explained.

“I kind of figured that, but what exactly happens on January 17?”

He gently peeled her fingers off her phone and set it aside. Taking her hands in his, he gazed into her eyes. “Amy, my gift to you is more frequent sex. Once a year isn’t nearly enough, so I scheduled sessions on the 17th of every month at 8 p.m.”

“Oh, Sheldon!” She threw her arms around him and squeezed.

“And that’s not all. I also scheduled Valentines Day, my birthday, and our anniversary. Plus, I would be open to occasionally sneaking in some extra sessions.”

She kissed him hard. “Thank you!”

“I’m so glad you like it. Now prepare yourself for our first session.” He flipped her onto her back, hovering over her in his red plaid pajamas.

xxx

One month later, Amy and Sheldon sat on their neighbors’ couch, consulting their watches.

“That’s like the tenth time you’ve checked your watches. Are we boring you?” Leonard asked.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s just that we need to…” Amy caught her fiancé’s stern look, “leave in a few minutes,” Amy finished lamely.

Penny eyed her friends curiously. “What’s so important on a Wednesday night?”

“That is none of your business,” Sheldon huffed. “Come along, Amy. It’s almost time anyway.”

“Sorry,” Amy called over her shoulder as Sheldon led her out the across the hall.

Penny shut the door behind them. “What was that about?”

Leonard shrugged. “Better not question it. You know how weird Sheldon is. Let’s forget about them and enjoy the quiet.”

Penny sat down and patted the spot next to her on the couch. “I know how we can enjoy the rest of our evening.” She winked at her husband.

Leonard took the proferred seat. He brushed back a lock of his wife’s hair then froze. “What was that?” They cocked their ears toward the door.

Penny wrinkled her nose. “It sounds like an animal in distress.” She stepped into the hall and frowned. “I think it’s coming from Sheldon and Amy’s apartment. I hope they’re not doing some weird experiments with animals. That could explain their odd behavior.” She creeped up to the door and rested her ear on it.

“Penny, that’s eavesdropping. We need to give them their privacy. They could just be watching Animal Planet.”

“Shh… I hear another sound, but it’s too faint to make out.”

Leonard sighed and joined her. He pressed his ear to the door and concentrated. “That’s just Amy giggling. Can we go now?”

“That doesn’t explain the other sounds. I’m going in.”

“We can’t just go in there,” Leonard reasoned, but it was too late. Penny was already pounding on the door.

“Who is it?” Amy’s muffled voice inquired.

“It’s me and Leonard. Can we come in?”

“That’s not a good idea. We’ll see you tomorrow,” the neuroscientist replied.

“What are you doing? We heard some strange sounds. Is everything okay?”

“We’re fine!” Sheldon shouted. “Go away.”

Before Leonard could stop his wife, she ran to their apartment, retrieved the key to 4B, inserted it in the lock, and turned. “Penny!” he hissed, as she quietly entered the apartment.

She surveyed the living room and kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary. Her eyes traveled to the closed bedroom door. Moans emanated from the room punctuated by Sheldon muttering 'vixen’. “Oh, God,” she groaned softly. She quietly slipped out the door then ran to her apartment and slammed the door.

“Penny, what happened? Were they actually experimenting on animals?”

She shook her head in the negative. “They were having sex. Oh, God. I’m a terrible friend.”

He joined her on the couch. “You’re not terrible, just concerned.”

“How could I think my best friend was doing unspeakable things to a living being?” She wailed.

“Well, she kind of is.”

She glared at him. “Not funny, Leonard.”

“Let’s forget about them. Why don’t we watch one of your reality shows to take your mind off it?”

Penny relaxed as they sat back and watched The Real Housewives of New Jersey. Leonard had been extra sweet, preparing snacks and wine. He pulled a blanket over their laps, and she rested her head on his shoulder. The on-screen action was the perfect distraction, and soon the incident was all but forgotten.

“This is really nice. We should do this more often…”

They jumped as a blood curdling scream pierced the relative quiet.

“Amy! Someone broke in! Oh, dear Lord!” Sheldon shrieked.

“Uh oh,” Penny murmured. “I didn’t shut their door.” She crept over to the door and peered out the peephole. The door was flung open, and Sheldon stood by the couch in his bathrobe scanning the room.

“My laptop and Xbox are still here,” he sighed in relief.

“My laptop is here too. Perhaps it wasn’t robbers. It’s possible in our rush to get home, we didn’t close the door properly.”

“I know we did. I heard the click when you turned the deadbolt.”

“I’ll check for signs of a break-in.” Amy tied her robe tighter and stepped into the hall. Her eyes we’re drawn to a key in the lock. She poked her head in the door and noted their keys in the bowl, as they should be. She plucked the key from the lock and closed the door behind her, dangling it in front of her fiancé.

“What’s that?”

“Our spare key.”

“Leonard and Penny!” He grumbled. “Wait, that means they came in after we told them to leave. They heard us! Oh, dear Lord! This is unacceptable! I’m going over there to confront them.”

Amy grabbed his wrist. “Sheldon, wait! It’s late. Let’s confront them in the morning.”

“No. They violated our privacy, so I don’t care how late it is.” He marched across the hall, performing his triple knock much louder than normal and waited.

“Sheldon, they’re probably sleeping. Let’s go to bed and worry about this in the morning,” she begged.

He ignored her request. “Hand me the spare key. I’m going in.”

“Sheldon, two wrongs don’t make a right.”

“Hand me the key, please.”

She sighed and placed the key in his palm. Penny slid the chain lock in place and backed away from the door. The deadbolt clicked. Sheldon pushed the door open but was met with the resistance of the chain.

“What the hell, Sheldon!” Penny yelled.

“You invaded our home, so I planned to do the same to yours.”

Amy joined her fiancé, peeking through the small opening. “I apologize for Sheldon’s behavior, but to be fair, he was only doing it because you entered our home uninvited. All I want to know is why.”

Penny unlocked the door and faced her neighbors. “I’m sorry, Ames. We heard some strange sounds coming from your apartment and were concerned, especially since you left our place so mysteriously.”

Sheldon and Amy exchanged an embarrassed look. Amy twisted her engagement ring around her finger. “You’ve probably already figured out what we were doing.”

Leonard reddened. “It’s Penny’s fault.”

“Hey!” She glared at her husband. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus.”

“It doesn’t matter who’s to blame. Can we just forget this happened? It was an honest mistake. Sheldon and I will try to keep the noise level down next time.”

“For future reference, please do not disturb us after 8 p.m. on the 17th of each month, Valentine’s Day…”

Leonard cleared his throat. “How about if we just agree not to use our spare keys unless there’s an actual emergency or if we’re apartment sitting.”

“Deal!” The girls agreed.

Amy gave Sheldon a look. “Deal,” he grumbled.

The friends shook on it then returned to their respective homes.

“Who knew my gift to you would cause such a ruckus,” Sheldon muttered, as they disrobed and slipped under the covers.

“At least they can’t tease us about our sex life anymore.”

“You know, the schedule doesn’t specify how many times we can engage in love making per date. It’s still January 17th.”

“I like how you think, Dr. Cooper,” she purred. “Do you think you can keep the noise to a minimum?”

“I downloaded an app that can alert you if the decibel level gets above what you set it to. I’ve used it in my office to prove my point to President Siebert when he didn’t believe how loud the geology lab gets when they run their confounded sieve shakers. Perhaps we can use it to experiment here.”

“You’re sexy when you talk science,” she growled. “Perhaps we’ll need to increase the frequency of our sessions until we get the desired effect.”

He set up the app then scooted closer to her. “I agree. We’ll need sufficient data.”

She kissed him hard, their lips making a loud pop when they separated. Sheldon’s phone beeped, and they both dissolved into a fit of giggles. “I think we can agree that we need to increase the decibel level it can handle.”

“Agreed.” He increased the setting then turned to her. “You know, for this experiment to work properly, we’ll need to test the highest decibel level we can get away with before Leonard and Penny can hear us. I suggest starting on the high end.”

“Sheldon!”

“What? It’s only logical.”

“But we promised…”

“We said we’d keep the noise level down. We didn’t specify how much.”

Before she could respond, he flipped her onto her back, covering her naked body with kisses.

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Don't forget to set these curls with a spritz of hairspray to encourage the hold during the day as you never know exactly when her class is scheduled for school pictures. Now that you have some ideas for picture day hair, it's time to move on to the outfit. Check out the easy outfit inspiration for Picture day and you'll be ready with an overall look you'll both love. Quick and Easy Back-to-School Hairstyle Tutorials I'm not going to start a hair duct any time soon, that's for sure. Aren't elastic bands handy? Use this knotted hairstyle and secure Bobby with a pair of pins. Start with two strands of hair and tie the first knot as if tying it with a pair of shoelaces. Collect a little more hair with each knot you make so that it stays close to the head, then finish by fixing it in place. My own hair looks pretty much the same every day, so I would definitely be missing the content. And when it comes to little girl hairstyles, it took years for my daughters to figure out how to make their hair look good. Creative Hairstyle Ideas For Little Girls My goal in doing my daughters ' hair is to be quick (preferably less than 2 minutes per girl), look neat and stay all day(mostly). Hair is a reflection of a girl's identity and personality. As it sets the tone for the entire look, it's not only very personal but also public. So, most of the time, girls like to try out simple but beautiful hairstyles that set them apart from everyone else. Easy Little Girls Hairstyles Down and Natural your child's natural hair can be their best look, plus what better way to represent it than allowing your hair to be like who it is at a given moment in time? You can choose a freshly cut look by planning haircuts a few days before picture day, or you can cut it for a few weeks and let it grow a bit by planning. Cool Hairstyles for Little Girls on Any Occasion A nice scan and a touch of hairspray, gel or pomade can help tame the fly-away. The perfect parts of how hair is separated may seem like a small detail, but it can have a huge impact on how your child looks in their pictures. For girls, the middle part is a clean look, but for many people it is too symmetrical for their tastes. Try experimenting with a side part roughly above the eye to complete your child's face. Especially for men, a side part can add some sophistication to a standard, short haircut. Easy and awesome hairstyles for Picture Day For girls with long hair, consider pulling back the hair with a clasp to the partially absent side or with a few rhinestone-studded bobby pins to show off the glowing face a little more. While Half-up, half-down ponytails and buns are popular hairdos, they are not always the greatest for pictures, because when your child is facing forward to the camera. Adorable Hairstyles For School Girls You never see much of the hairstyle. Add an elegant satin bow at the bottom of her pigtails or let her rock the oversized rainbow bow she loves so much. (After all, it's a perfect representation of who you are at this age!) Curls if you want a way to raise a girl's hairstyle for picture day without going overboard, just consider curling the ends of her locks. Little black girl hairstyles for picture day It dresses her just a touch look and makes picture day feel special. She also has a versatile hairstyle that matches everything she wears, whether fancy it with a dress or choosing a new sweater in her favorite color. With instructions detailing how to do all this! I know, I know, you love me. So, without further ado, let's get into it now! Basically, those that don't cause discomfort and look sweet. Pick up the best haircut for the little girl. Fine hair looks good when cut as a chin-length bob. It usually doesn't require any style and can be decorated with folds or small French braids, keeping the hair out of sight. Picture Day Hairstyles For Girls If your daughter has beautiful thick hair or cute curls, let her grow them longer so that there is an opportunity to shake the fancier and more sophisticated updos and downdos. Beautiful long braids and luxurious ponytails are always the envy of the neighborhood. Many mothers don't like super-tight and overly braided children's hairstyles. They don't want their daughter to look like a baby with an ambitious hairstyle and heavy make-up that I come across on the internet from time to time. Picture Day Hairstyles For Girls They realize that long hair at school can't be messy, and they want their daughter to look smooth with their hair. A very good, smart Pony, double braids, a simple high bun or headband braid looks very good and is not time-consuming. Curly ' dos for special occasions work great for little girls. Most are happy to showcase a stylish style for adults, such as Hollywood curls or finger waves. To soften the effect, you can add a typically girly hair accessory to an adult, such as a cool bow or a nice headband. Easy little girl hairstyles for picture day Small details often make simple girly haircuts very special. Whether it's a walk down the aisle as a flower girl or just the first day of school, these cute hairdos have the little one's locks covered. One of the things I love most about having little girls is the fun chance I get every day to do their hair. From the moment both my daughters were born, they waved headbands, pigtails, little girl braids, bows and brushed their hair neatly before leaving the House. On days when I have all morning to create a perfectly polished hairstyle, we get creative with all sorts of braids and twists.

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Kirikami Halloween fun!❤️💛

It was an energetic fall evening and the dorms were buzzing. Everyone seemed to be talking in some way shape or form about their upcoming Halloween party. And why wouldn’t they be, it was something that took pounds of effort, and hours of begging their teachers to loan them some money to rent a place for the night, to plan. It would all be worth it too as mostly everyone excitedly conversed about what they would wear and do and etc. Soon after, everyone gradually made it to their designated destination ready to party. All except one electric blond, who was adorned in a literal devilishly suave costume. Denki was standing outside the building that everyone made their way into, clutching the staff that went along with his costume nervously, waiting for a certain someone he was expecting but hasn’t shown yet. In fact he hasn’t seen him for most of the day, and he wracked his brain wondering why. “Hey Denki!” Yelled Mina, excitedly walking up to him in her alien queen get-up. Along with Ochako in her sweet little witch costume. “You look great! Are you excited for the party?” Mina asked. “Oh hey Mina, yeah I am.” Denki answered calmly. “Then why haven’t you walked in yet?” “Well, I was kinda expecting somebody but he hasn’t shown yet.“ "Oh are you talking about Kirishima?” Mina asked with what seemed to be hint of excitement in her voice. “Yeah, I actually havent seen him much today. He kinda just disappeared without saying much this morning, and he’s not even showing up now.” “Well I’m sure there’s a good reason.” said Ochako, with the same bit of excitement. ”Like him trying to avoid me…“ "Huh?!” Both Mina and Ochako interjected in unison. ”I-It’s alright guys, I guess I’m not too surprised, let’s just go in I don't wanna be a party pooper." Denki was about to make his way into the building, until he was stopped by Mina tugging his sleeve and Ochako tugging on the other. “Denkiiiiiii no no no, Kirishima isn’t avoiding you, he would never do that!" Mina exclaimed "Yeah in fact he’s on his way right now!" Ochako also exclaimed. "How do you know that?" Mina and Ochako didn’t even have to respond, as huge grins covered their faces hearing the sound of a car door shut behind them. Denki tried to look past them, to see who it may be, until they both excitedly moved out of his way to show him his long-awaited surprise. Which was the perfect word to call it, cause Denki was definitely more than surprised to finally see Kirishima. Not only that but Kirishima in an also literal angelically breathtaking costume, that seemed to be a purposeful spin-off of his own costume. Seeing this Denki could only stare as Kiri finally made his way over to him. "Hey Denki.” “Hi Eiji." There was a pause for a moment. "You look gre-oh haha.” They both spoke simultaneously, but stopped themselves mid sentence so the other could go first. “Uh you first." Denki said to Kiri. "Well first I want to say that I’m really sorry for basically blowing you off today." "Yeah why did you do that?" Denki asked a little playfully. "Well yesterday when you were talking about the costume you were putting together you sounded so excited, so I wanted to do something special. And I thought what could be more special, outfit-wise, than us matching.” “Oh really." "Yeah so I told the girls, and they came up with the best idea for a costume." "Really…I wonder who came up with the sleeveless vest…?” Denki said leaning past Kiri a bit to look at Mina, who gave him a wink in response. "The same person who thought who this moment would be even 'sweeter' if I surprise you by barely seeing or talking to you today..." Kiri said also looking back at Mina, who shyly played with her hands as she also playfully looked away. "Hehe I figured, but it was worth it...you look amazing." Denki said practically awestruck as he got another good look at Kiri. Everything about his outfit was fantastic, from his all white vest, pants, and shoes, he would have to thank Mina later for giving him some good fashion advice. Not to mention his cute little wings and halo headband that rested on his styled down hair. It all just looked so perfect just like him. "Thanks, and you look...wow." Kiri said, barley being able to put how good Denki looked to him into words. If he could it would probably be an ongoing list of compliments that would take him all night to say. So a starstruck response would suffice. "Hehe thanks." Denki responded, unconsciously looking up into Kiri's eyes as Kiri did the same. This went on for a moment, and before the two of them knew it they were in their own world. They continued to smile and look at each other completely entranced as they enjoyed their time in their own space, not even noticing some of their friends that came along. "What's going here?" Questioned Sero. "Hah they're at it again.." Said Mina with a loving sigh. "Do they not realize that they've been f*ckin' staring at each other and smiling like a couple of damn goofballs for five minutes already!" Exclaimed Katsuki. "Someone should probably wake them or they might be late going into the party." Said Izuku. "Maybe we should just leave them here since they look happy as is." Suggested a giggly Ochako. "We can try putting blindfolds on them. If they can't see each other they should be able to function properly...in theory." Iida also suggested with his flamboyant hand gestures, making half the group laugh. "No way! They'd just use their sh*tty senses to f*ckin find each other or something!" Aggressively responded Katsuki, which continued to make everyone giggle. "Anyone else wanna try this out now though?" Sero asked playfully. "The only thing we're trying out tonight is that dancefloor! Now let's go!" Mina said excitedly gesturing to the building. Everyone gradually made their way in except for the two girls still looking at the starstruck love birds. "Hey!" Mina yelled, effectively grabbing their attention. "You guys coming?" She asked with a smile. The two looked at each other then her and gave a quick nod. The two girls then excitedly made their way into the building with the other two following, right after they took one more moment to themselves. "Shall we my gorgeous devil?" Kiri said holding his arm out for Denki to hold. Denki giggled at how ridiculously silly and sweet that compliment was, but decided to respond with his own. "Of course my perfect angel." Denki said with a smile, grabbing Kiri's arm as he smiled back. They then both made their way into what they all can declare was one of their funnest nights ever. Hope you guys like😘😜✌️✌ @cloversdreams

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Little Girl Picture Day Hairstyles - 10+ - https://shorthaircutsmodels.com/little-girl-picture-day-hairstyles/ - Little Girl Picture Day Hairstyles, Between dressing the kids (and yourself), feeding everyone a delicious breakfast casserole and making sure their backpacks and lunches are properly packed, your little girl's hairstyle is often in the backseat. Let's be honest, it's a miracle that even some days are brushed off. While some girls are perfectly content with a basic ponytail, there are others who like braids or next-level pigtails for a slightly more finished look. Whether it's for school, birthday parties for girls, church, even for a shopping day, a neat, attention-grabbing hairstyle can make them feel really special. Little Girl Picture Day Hairstyles And mother (or father!), you'll be somewhat satisfied that your best daughter feels as great as she looks. Some of these styles are so simple, you only need a minute or two (really! we've organised baths especially for less hectic mornings and those hair tyres are in the right places. For other styles that are a bit more relevant, take a few moments to take a look that he'll be proud of. A beautiful look that complements all ages is when you pull the top half of your hair up and into a binder and leave the rest to fall naturally to your shoulders. This ensures that the strands don't get into your face, but it also shows a bit of hair that gives you everything in the photo. Pic of little girl Little girls don't have time to sit still, even if it's in the name of cute hair. Mothers and daughters can appreciate these eight quick and easy hairstyles for little girls. And don't worry if your style skills aren't the most advanced, because these are hairstyles that even beginners can master. Just follow step by step tutorials and practice, practice, practice step by step! Springs and headbands no matter what kind of hair your child has on picture day, accessories can add a touch of style that enhances the image. Girls in particular have so many extras to choose from. Headbands are always a good choice, as they also add a touch of personality when removing your hair from your face. Little Girl Picture Day Hairstyles Whether it's baggy sequins or a basic black headband, the options are endless. Springs are another option that looks particularly cute in young girls. So I find it extremely helpful to have a short list of little girl hairstyles that last 5 minutes or less from start to finish! In the world of beauty and fashion today, various female and little girl hairstyle ideas give a perfect mother-daughter look style for any occasion and for any outfit. From braids, buns, bows and fluffy hairstyles, little girl hairstyle ideas are a growing trend in the beauty and hair industry. Hair braids are becoming more fashionable than ever for little girls and women of all ages, even little boys and boys. Cool Hairstyles for Little Girls on Any Occasion Hairstyle trends change every year with new fads in beauty and fashion, but braids and buns continue to be hair fashions in many different cultures and social events around the world. You want to see my list? In no particular order, here are my top 10 Easy hair for little girls. I used my own little model to illustrate each idea, but the link to the original tutorials will be underneath each picture. 8 to 10 minutes. Your daughter's Frozen-themed lunch box lies half-full on the table, and the school bus will arrive at any moment and start blowing its horn. And if she walks away without your sweet little angel, you'll have to fight through hellish morning traffic to get her to school. Cute Picture Day Hairstyles for Elementary School Now it doesn't help that she's whining to you that you should do your hair and look all pretty “like a princess.” So, when you're having a time crisis, if you're this close to blowing your top off, just take a few deep breaths and remember I'm coming to the rescue! Below, I've compiled 20 cute and easy hairstyles for school girls currently trending. A single fine weave or a few twists will transform a basic haircut for medium or long hair into a sleek hairstyle. The following examples are the best evidence of these words. The school pictures are a great keepsake that marks the turning point of each year. Little girl hairstyles for picture day An authentic smile is the main component of great school photography, but one thing that can really enhance a photo and highlight the face is your child's hairstyle. That doesn't mean you have to spend the whole morning in a complicated hairstyle! In fact, when it comes to Styles for your child, it's best to go with something simple they really like. If the kids look good and are comfortable, they feel free to be their best selves in front of the camera. Little girl cornrow hairstyles braids weave hairstyles new girl often foster children domestic knitting knitting 2020 braids hairstyles black hairstyles beautiful hairstyle beautiful – hairstyles picture 1 in stock children's knitting kids knitting life. Cute little girl hairstyles for picture day List Journal of Yesil day hair 5 sweet luxury 14 99 young children hairstyle photos for 2021 weave braids hairstyles inspired with these great ideas to bring your dream collection page: all about style for the kids in the morning braid hairstyles hair weave styles may be the busiest time of day RH Empreendimentos pretty boy braids braid hair styles 2020. Don't forget to set these curls with a spritz of hairspray to encourage the hold during the day as you never know exactly when her class is scheduled for school pictures. Now that you have some ideas for picture day hair, it's time to move on to the outfit. Check out the easy outfit inspiration for Picture day and you'll be ready with an overall look you'll both love. Quick and Easy Back-to-School Hairstyle Tutorials I'm not going to start a hair duct any time soon, that's for sure. Aren't elastic bands handy? Use this knotted hairstyle and secure Bobby with a pair of pins. Start with two strands of hair and tie the first knot as if tying it with a pair of shoelaces. Collect a little more hair with each knot you make so that it stays close to the head, then finish by fixing it in place. My own hair looks pretty much the same every day, so I would definitely be missing the content. And when it comes to little girl hairstyles, it took years for my daughters to figure out how to make their hair look good. Creative Hairstyle Ideas For Little Girls My goal in doing my daughters ' hair is to be quick (preferably less than 2 minutes per girl), look neat and stay all day(mostly). Hair is a reflection of a girl's identity and personality. As it sets the tone for the entire look, it's not only very personal but also public. So, most of the time, girls like to try out simple but beautiful hairstyles that set them apart from everyone else. Easy Little Girls Hairstyles Down and Natural your child's natural hair can be their best look, plus what better way to represent it than allowing your hair to be like who it is at a given moment in time? You can choose a freshly cut look by planning haircuts a few days before picture day, or you can cut it for a few weeks and let it grow a bit by planning. Cool Hairstyles for Little Girls on Any Occasion A nice scan and a touch of hairspray, gel or pomade can help tame the fly-away. The perfect parts of how hair is separated may seem like a small detail, but it can have a huge impact on how your child looks in their pictures. For girls, the middle part is a clean look, but for many people it is too symmetrical for their tastes. Try experimenting with a side part roughly above the eye to complete your child's face. Especially for men, a side part can add some sophistication to a standard, short haircut. Easy and awesome hairstyles for Picture Day For girls with long hair, consider pulling back the hair with a clasp to the partially absent side or with a few rhinestone-studded bobby pins to show off the glowing face a little more. While Half-up, half-down ponytails and buns are popular hairdos, they are not always the greatest for pictures, because when your child is facing forward to the camera. Adorable Hairstyles For School Girls You never see much of the hairstyle. Add an elegant satin bow at the bottom of her pigtails or let her rock the oversized rainbow bow she loves so much. (After all, it's a perfect representation of who you are at this age!) Curls if you want a way to raise a girl's hairstyle for picture day without going overboard, just consider curling the ends of her locks. Little black girl hairstyles for picture day It dresses her just a touch look and makes picture day feel special. She also has a versatile hairstyle that matches everything she wears, whether fancy it with a dress or choosing a new sweater in her favorite color. With instructions detailing how to do all this! I know, I know, you love me. So, without further ado, let's get into it now! Basically, those that don't cause discomfort and look sweet. Pick up the best haircut for the little girl. Fine hair looks good when cut as a chin-length bob. It usually doesn't require any style and can be decorated with folds or small French braids, keeping the hair out of sight. Picture Day Hairstyles For Girls If your daughter has beautiful thick hair or cute curls, let her grow them longer so that there is an opportunity to shake the fancier and more sophisticated updos and downdos. Beautiful long braids and luxurious ponytails are always the envy of the neighborhood. Many mothers don't like super-tight and overly braided children's hairstyles. They don't want their daughter to look like a baby with an ambitious hairstyle and heavy make-up that I come across on the internet from time to time. Picture Day Hairstyles For Girls They realize that long hair at school can't be messy, and they want their daughter to look smooth with their hair. A very good, smart Pony, double braids, a simple high bun or headband braid looks very good and is not time-consuming. Curly ' dos for special occasions work great for little girls. Most are happy to showcase a stylish style for adults, such as Hollywood curls or finger waves. To soften the effect, you can add a typically girly hair accessory to an adult, such as a cool bow or a nice headband. Easy little girl hairstyles for picture day Small details often make simple girly haircuts very special. Whether it's a walk down the aisle as a flower girl or just the first day of school, these cute hairdos have the little one's locks covered. One of the things I love most about having little girls is the fun chance I get every day to do their hair. From the moment both my daughters were born, they waved headbands, pigtails, little girl braids, bows and brushed their hair neatly before leaving the House. On days when I have all morning to create a perfectly polished hairstyle, we get creative with all sorts of braids and twists.