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[maeral33n]

Was it Worth it? (Velvet and Veneer Angst)

Description: What if Brozone couldn't save Floyd in time? How will the twin handle the consequences of their actions? Is a sibling's bond strong enough to forgive murder? Authors Note: Yeah, I was feeling some stuff today, and writing angst is cheaper than therapy. That being said, forgive me if characters seem a bit ooc and feel free to leave feedback.

They did it.

They are officially the most famous Mount Rageons in the past decade.

Velvet and Veneer's rise to fame skyrocketed over night after their award-winning performance at the Rage Dome. Tickets for their performance sold out almost within the hour they were available, and yet people still demanded to buy tickets even if there were no more seats available.

Their beatiful faces were plastered everywhere. In the malls, on the streets, on billboards, and if that wasn't enough, various programs on television were constantly reminding you that these two were the top dogs of the industry.

From the glittering city to the humble suburbs, to the slums of the undercity, everyone knew their names.

And all it took was one troll.

One dead troll.

Veneer stared at him, Floyd, still in his diamond prison. He lay lifeless and colourless. No, not colourless...translucent.

He's heard of discoloured trolls before, he's aware that troll can lose their colours due to trauma, but...it never occurred to him what would happen when a troll died.

Veneer felt life he was going to vomit.

Velvet was practically bouncing with joy as, yet another news anchor showed clips of their two during their performance last night. Her hands fanned her face as she fought back tears of joy, Veneer was trying to hold back his own, but for completely opposite reasons.

Velvet grabbed her brother by the shoulders, shaking him and pointing towards the screen. "Look Ven, we did it! They love us!"

He didn't look at the TV, his eyes were on Velvet in utter disbelief, at no point after their performance did, she even acknowledge that she was practically carrying the small corpse of a troll. Even now, she's pretending like Floyd never existed.

He shoved his sister away, causing her to stumble a bit. She turned to him, brows furrowed in confusion, "What was that for?"

That disgust that churned in his stomach bubbled into something far more ugly than Veneer could have ever possibly imagined as he practically spat. "You killed him."

"What?"

"You killed Floyd!"

Velvet recoiled slightly at her brothers raised voice. Veneer never raised his voice to her, or to anyone really. She rolled her eye and sighed, "Well, maybe if his brothers actually bothered to rescue him, we would have had to kill him."

Veneer groaned into his hand as he rubbed them down his face, he started pacing around the room, an annoying habit of his when he was getting antsy. "Are you even listening to yourself?" He exclaimed, "You don't even CARE!" Now the tears were falling, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Velvet huffed, "Jesus Ven, stop being such a baby." She grabbed his arm, stopping him from pacing, her grip tight. "Look, how about we go on a bit of a hiatus, hm? Y'know, travel a bit, go to Vacay Island or somewhere and relax. And then when we're done with our hiatus, we can find some more trolls and get back to work-"

Veneer practically ripped his arm away from his sisters grip red crescent mark were left where his fingernails dig into him. "Don't fucking touch me!" He snapped, then his eyes widened when her words sank it, "Wait...did you say we'll find some more?"

She scoffed, "Yeah, duh. You didn't think that we'd stop at the Rage Dome, did you?"

He stumbled over his words, trying to form a single coherent thought but failing. His sister spoke up again, "Last night was just the beginning. We may be famous now, but that won't last for long if go into an early retirement. I want us to go global, and to do that, we're gonna need more songs...more trolls."

Veneer was hyperventilating, his shaking steps brought him to Floyd, his tears hitting the diamond surface of cage. Floyd was a person, and Velvet was treating him as a tool, a sacrificial lamb for the offer of fame and prestige. Floyd was someone to somebody, he had a family who loved him, he had a long life ahead of him. And now all of that was gone because of some sick twisted idea some teenagers had one day.

Veneer began to sob.

"Oh god stop being so dramatic Ven," Velvet groaned.

Veneer turned his body around and approached her, his hands balled into fists, his face contorted with anger and contempt, Velvet took a step back. "You're a murderer," he hissed as he now stood face to face with his sister.

Fury flashed in her eyes as she mirrored his stance. "And you're a murderer AND a coward."

He blinked at her, "What?"

She jabbed her finger into his chest, "Don't play dumb. You point the finger at me and call me the murderer, but you forget that you were the one that helped me capture that troll in the first place."

Another jab into his chest, this time, much harder. "You were the one who used his talent first."

She started raised her voice, and jabbed at his chest on last time, this some so painful and Veneer had to grab her wrist and pull it away from him. "And that you had every chance in the world to expose us."

"...What?"

She sneered at him, "Yeah, you could have ended all of this as soon as it started, you could have gone to the police and told them everything we did, and we would be behind bars by now...but you didn't."

His lips quivered as fresh tears fell down his face.

"So that makes you, a murderer and a coward."

Veneer shoved his sister away from him and stormed into his room, Velvet followed him, her heeled boots clicking against the marbled floor. "Where are you going?!"

He didn't answer his, simply grabbed a bag and started shoving anything he could fit into it. Some clothes, shoes, his phone, his wallet...would this even be enough?

"What are you doing?" Velvet growled as she watched her brother walked around his room.

He still didn't answer her, he was crying so hard he could barely see what he was shoving into his bag.

"I said, what are you doing?!"

"I'm leaving!"

Velvet stood still for a moment at the entrance of his bedroom, for once, she had nothing to say. All she could do was watch her brother pace back and forth, growling in frustration as he struggled to shove in another pair of shoes into his back, giving up in the end.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not like this.

She felt her face grow hot, her emotions overwhelming her. "You don't mean that."

He turned to her as he shrugged the heavy bag over his shoulder, "Yes I do, Velvet. This has gone too far." He pushed his way passed her and made a beeline to the front door.

"Fine then, leave. You'll be back." She spoke coldly this time; whatever fire had been in her voice before was gone now. And that had always scared Veneer.

His hand was on the doorknob, and he spared a single glance over his shoulder. His sister stood in the middle of the room, her arms crossed, her face neutral. She was his best friend, his confidant, his partner in crime...literally.

The he flicked his gaze over to the diamond bottle, the one that held Floyd's dead body. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt another sob rack through his body. How did it come to this? They couldn't go to prison; he knew he wouldn't stand a chance...and he didn't want to think of what Velvet would do.

Velvet was right, he was a coward.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at his sister again.

"Don't bother calling me."

SLAM!

Velvet stood in the middle of the room, everything was silent, save for the advertisement on TV for a new car model. Despite the silence, her mind was screaming.

He'll be back...he'll be back.... he'll be back...he always comes back.

They've had arguments before, and they've always made amends. Well...she gives him the silent treatment, and he eventually apologies to her. They'll get through this.

She stepped towards the table where the diamond perfume bottle sat atop of. The translucent body of the troll...of Floyd...lay still.

"He'll be back."

(2 Weeks Later)

She had called him over thirty-six times, all of them went to the same prerecorded message of Veneer's voice that he made years ago.

"Hello, you've reached the voice mail of Veneer. If you're getting this message, it's probably because I'm dead or suuuppperrr busy. Anyway, leave a message after the beep....BEEEEEEP!"

Velvet hasn't had a good night sleep since her brother left, and not once did she sleep in her own bed. She'd spent most of her days moping around the living room, going back and forth between channels on TV that might have anything on Veneer's whereabouts to her social media.

She had been absolutely bombarded with fans praising her for her performance and asking if she plans to make more music. She had even received calls and messages from popular news outlets and interviewers to be featured on their shows.

She had declined them all.

She couldn't do it without her brother.

She let out a quiet sob as she sank to the floor in front of her couch.

"....Come back...."

[mariahthelioness29]

You Can Stop...or Not

Paring: retired! Steve Rogers x Black! reader 

WC: 3.2k 

Warning: Absolute filth, mi gente, mention of alcohol,  SMUT, unprotected sex ( wrap it  before you let .... tap in ), medium rough sex, recording sex and photo taking. spanking, facial. 

So the inspiration came around thanks to this post  Thanks to @blackmissfrizzle  @rasberrylemon​ for encouraging me and @saint-bvcky for being my enabler. 

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You are at the edge of the pool, taking in the scenery. The pool blends with the vast ocean in front of you. 

It is a beautiful scene, vast blue ocean with islands scattered here and there and the silhouette of mountains far away. 

I’m still in love with you playing on the speakers. You sway to the rhythm. 

“ I’m still in love with you booyyy”, you slurred. That wine is getting you now and you want your Stevie here with you but Stevie was not here yet, he was taking pictures of the local market for some fancy magazine about islands. 

Who would’ve thought Steve Rogers as a photographer, art curator, art director ?  

You smile reminiscing his first exposition, which was you and the clients of Jurnee’s beauty salon. 

You and the journey of taking your braids off and giving care to your natural hair, with his Kodak Duex camera and with other cameras.  Art circles and artsy people made  a new meaning and something revolutionary out of it ,just as the shock of Viola Davis, taking her wig off in How to Get Away with Murder. 

You laughed remembering, cause he did it out of absolute boredom when your friend, hairdresser Jurnee was taking care of your hair.

He was intrigued, you told him it will be a long time and process. Being the stubborn mule he is, he insisted on going with you. Only to be in shock how much time it takes and the procedure. His mouth was agape, when he heard Jurnee telling a woman, how much it was for her microbraids. 

You never heard a group of Black women laugh that much at an expression. Steve Rogers, ex-Captain America, fought purple aliens, dropped from skyscrapers yet he is shocked at the price of microbraids. 

You are a little tipsy so you step out of the pool, dry yourself and wrap your hair in the towel, like a headwrap.  Dancing to your vacay playlist. 

“Shake dat ting miss, Cana, Cana

Shake dat ting miss, Annabella

Shake dat ting yow, Donna Donna

Jodi and Rebecca

Woman, get busy

Jus shake dat booty non-stop”, blasted the speakers. 

When you heard one of your favorite songs, You just had to get on your fours on the lounge chair  and start throwing ass in a circle.

What you did not know is that a very sneaky, quiet Steve was there with his phone, recording. 

Steve just sighs in content, seeing you relax, happy. 

He takes his shirt off, just dropping on the floor.

He sees the bottle of wine that has gone down quite a bit. He chuckles in silent at that. 

You are swaying your hips to the rhythm of those songs you love so much, oh but then you go on all fours and start moving your ass. He has an idea. He takes his phone and starts recording you. He does his best to be quiet, so that you don’t shy away. 

After, coming back from the past, realizing that even going back in time cannot fulfill or make the what ifs come true. He came back but he still had a void. Sam and Bucky tagged him along to various social causes and projects to help the community and it satisfied him but still he needed the warmth of companionship. 

One day he goes day drinking, just cause. He is retired and he can do whatever he wants.

You were the bartender and you clicked instantly . Your warm smile, the gold clips in your braids, your vibrant attitude. He felt something stirring in him. 

He never exposed his layers to someone so deep and so fast. Maybe it was you and the Asgardian mead. 

 The rest is history. You have been inseparable since then. 

“ Oh, what a sight for sore eyes, indeed ”, Steve sigh 

You gasped, and stood up in a flash. When you turn around it was Steve

You let a breath out in relief. 

“ Stevieeee”, you whine

“You have to stop scaring me like that” , you pout. 

“Aww,  I’m sorry, doll. Keep doing what you were doing, honey pie, you’re so beautiful”, Steve smiled again, while picking up the phone again. You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks heat up but you do as told. 

You get on all fours and start to throw your ass in a circle, you turn your head, seeing Steve in trance with how your ass jiggles. You turn around and bite your lip when you see that  big tent in his pants forming. 

Steve, on other hand, is totally forgetting how to breathe. You always leave him breathless with everything you do. 

He loves this, that he only gets to see this part of you. 

The way your white thong brings out your skin, the way you are moving sends shivers to all his body. You turn around and smile.  He smiles back at you. 

“ Come here, stop recording”, you faux chide him. Steve stopped the recording and put the phone in his pocket. 

or… not”, You tell him, you wink at him. 

He feels his breath hitch. 

“ You sure, doll ?”, Steve breathes out, narrowing his eyes. 

You love it, when he is so full of desire, the Brooklyn accent comes to the light. 

“Let’s make a movie, daddy, not a silent one, full of color”. You smile biting your lip, you walk to him. You turn around and you beckon him with your finger. 

He darts his way to you and grabs you, flush to him and kisses you. 

It is passionate, fierce but slow and cadent. You feel all of him and he feels all of you. 

You break up the kiss after a while. You are closed but you smile to his lips. 

“ Your phone”, you point to his pocket. He takes it out and hands it to you. 

You embrace him with his phone on your hand. You stretch your arm to the side , so you can record him kissing you and press record. 

The glint in your eyes, let him know you are recording. You kiss all tongue, slowly, putting on a show for the camera. He nuzzles your cheek ,then he starts peppering your jaw with kisses.  He dives in the crook of your neck and kisses , suckles and licks your pulse point. 

You hiss and sigh with small whimpers  concentrating that you don’t drop the phone. 

“C’mon baby,  you told me is not going to be a silent movie”, Steve reminds you. 

With that he takes the phone away from your hands. 

He makes you lay and spread your legs. He curls his finger and  takes your thong off and throws it on the ground.

You talk a big game but when he makes you spread your legs, you still feel heated under his stare. He kisses your cheek.

You’re breathing is ragged. 

He records how your center flutters around nothing, how you are glistened and glazed like an overflowing honey pot. 

“Look at all that”, he says in awe. 

“Fuck, all for me, baby”, he asks you looking at you 

“ Yes, Stevie, all for you”, you nod, biting your lip. 

He keeps recording how he slips a finger in you and withdraws it  slowly and enters two fingers. 

“Stevie”, you breath

“Hmm”, he just hums when you are moaning.

He withdraws the two fingers and pushes in three fingers. 

“Daddy, please-, your moans die in your tongue. Steve is entranced seeing the recording and biting his lip. 

Your eyes are rolled in that back of your head and your mouth agape. You are moving your hips up  You whimper when he fingers you faster and faster. 

He hiss with you. 

He angles the phone to your face to record how your face contorted in pleasure. 

You look so fucked out and he has barely begun. You whine when you feel his fingers slipping out of you. 

“ Daddy”, you whine.

He licks his fingers, eyes closed, savoring you off his finger. 

“So good” , he slurred 

You just look at him, salivating. 

“ I’m not done, doll, I am going to taste you”, he rasped

He hands you the phone. You change the camera so that it is recording him now. He blows a kiss to the camera and goes down. 

You jolt and moan with the phone in hand.  You grabbed the phone steady and he starts eating you like a starved man

“Yes, Stevie, make me cum like that”, you cry out and you push your center to his face. 

His face flush against your center. His arms looped around your thighs. He looks at the camera, while giving fast tongue flicks on your clit. 

“Ahh, fuck”, escapes you with  high pitched sounds. You are squirming  but he puts in your place. He enters his fingers in you again and you go cross eyed and  almost drop the phone. 

“ If you drop it, I won’t let you come all night, understood ”, he reprimands you. 

You nod furiously. 

He goes back to business, you are a moaning mess. 

He sucks on your clit and slips his fingers in and out fast against that spot. Your thighs are shaking. 

“Daddy, Stevie”- you shrill. 

Everything is heightened, his lips on you and his beard tickling your inner thighs 

You shriek, “Stevie!!” along with a deafening moan as you cum. 

Steve eyes twinkle in the camera. It is the excitement he feels, because he makes you feel like this along with your taste. He flat his tongue, receiving everything you have to offer. He makes out with your pussy. You cry at the sensitivity. He smirks and then stands up.

He takes the phone from your hands, he saves the recording and then kisses you. 

You both moan in the kiss, sharing the taste of you. 

He breaks the kiss and grabs the upper cushion of the lounge chair. 

He drops it on the floor. 

You get the clue and you drop on your knees on the cushion. He presses record again. 

“Take it out, honey”

You do it and it pops out of his shorts. 

You love it. It is as pretty as him. Slightly curved, long and thick, head glistening  with pre-cum. 

You lick the throbbing vein on the underside, while looking him dead in the eye. 

He exhales “ damn, doll”, with his eyes fluttering. 

Little by little, you put his dick deeper in your mouth until you feel him tickling the back of your throat. He grunts “fuck”, when you cough, taking your head back. His dick is wet and glistening from your spit. 

He is moaning, his hand a little bit shaky, holding the camera. 

He guides your head up and down on his length. 

“You like that honey pie, taking all of me?”, he croaks  

You look up to the camera and your eyes smile while your mouth is full of dick. 

He is a moaning mess, cursing and and his eyes close a little. 

Your saliva coats your chin and the corner of your lips. You are teary eyed. 

You jerk him and suck him. You gaped out of breath, you smiled at the camera, while jerking him off.  

“ You like that, daddy ?”, you ask with faux innocence. 

“You know, I do, honey pie”. He breathes out. 

“Daddy, you are going to split me open with this” and you jerk him faster.

“ Yes, baby, I want to so much,” he croaks 

You go for his balls and tug them and you flick your tongue on them.

He groans, “y/n, baby”. 

You just keep doing it, while you keep seeing his mouth open, strangled moans coming out him. 

“ Y-”, he can’t even form a coherent sentence. He just groans and bite his lip. 

You are just bobbing your head up and down. Every now and then you lick the tip. 

“Baby, if you keep doing that, I am going to cum, he rushes in a whisper

You stop and he stops recording, saving the recording. 

He exhales a breath, and traces your lips with his thumb. 

“You and that mouth”, he shakes his head grinning. 

“ I love sucking you off, daddy”, you look up at him grinning too. 

You suck his thumb and then stand up. He takes your hand in his, turns you around and spanks you hard. 

You yelp, surprised by the slap on your ass cheek. It stings so good so you moan out.  

He lands on his knees on the lounge chair. You sit in front of him. He brings you flush to him. He hands you the phone. You know what to do.

You start the camera, press record. 

He is breathing you in. He starts kissing the back of your neck and nipping your earlobe. 

His chest against your back. He snatches your biking top of you and starts jiggling your breast playfully. You both laugh at the camera. He kisses your cheek. You feel his beard tickling your cheek. 

He caresses your perky nipples with his thumbs, putting a little pressure on them. 

You sigh and your head falls on his shoulder, your eyes fluttering, you are still holding the phone. He says to your ear “ I love you”, honesty dropping in every word, while squeezing your breast. You put your hand on top of his and  you say “I love you, too”. 

“ Ass up, face down, doll”, he orders using his Captain voice. 

Here I thought you loved me, hmm, you say with faux disappointment. 

He laughs “ I love you so much, but let me show you how much with my body”. With that you stop the recording and save it. 

You hand him the phone. 

You are ass up and face down. He enters you while filming. 

“Damn”, you groan. Your walls still need to adjust to him after all this time. 

He breathes heavily.  

Wine slow was playing on the speakers 

“ I love it when you shake it, baby, you have the prettiest ass, show me how much you want my dick doll” , he grits out  filming you and the scenery in front of you. 

You shake your ass, almost pulling him out of you and then you slam your ass flush against his hips. You are moaning incoherent sentences, while you were moving your ass to the rhythm of the song.  

“Stevie, daddy, I feel in you in- you moan- in my stomach”, you croak.

He records it all, he encourages you  “ That’s it, honey pie, I’m all yours use me baby and he spanks your cheek. You whine. He takes your hip in one hand and starts thrusting his hips with madness in you. 

You open your mouth in a scream but nothing other than strangled noises comes out. 

He spanks your ass again. He moans when your walls spam around him. 

“ Let me hear you, sweetheart”, he pants. 

He grunts and groans, seeing on the phone, how much you are creaming for him. 

You are whimpering, feeling him in your guts. You feel your inside getting tight, squeezing him

He groans “Fuck is like vice ” ,he grunts. 

“Daddy, I’m close-, you cried out. 

He pulls out, you groan in frustration: “whyyyy!”

“Calm down, baby, my hand is just tired, let’s go to the room, I put this phone on the nightstand and fuck you proper”, he explains to you. 

You stand fast and he just laughs and you laugh. 

“Eager little thing”, he bops your nose and you cast your eyes down, smiling. 

He brings your face up with his thumb and forefinger on your chin and gives pecks to your lips. 

You walk to your room hand in hand naked, the phone in his hand. 

He puts the horizontally on the nightstand against the lamp and with the volume key, he hits the record.

You are laying on the bed and you receive him in your arms. You spread your legs real wide for him. You both kiss until you are out of breath. 

“ I love you”, he pants. 

“I love you”, you repeat to him. 

He folds you more when his knees meet the back of your thighs. Your legs are beside your ears. 

He starts pounding into you without mercy. The room is filled with his pants and grunts along with your cries. The sound of skin against skin. “ You’re so deep, daddy”, you cry out eyes wide like you could not believe he is this deep. 

“ Take it, doll, that’s..- fuck, ahh- that’s where I belong-hmmm- deep in you”, he gruffs. 

He pistons his hips against yours, non-stop.

You can only fist the sheets and moan to the ceiling. 

He look so hot like that, eyes full of love and lust with his hair hanging on front of him

He feels you squeezing on him and he lets out a long moan. He knows he will not last. He starts rubbing your clit fast. 

“ You gasp and you start whining, “ Stevie, baby, just like that”,  you croak. 

You arch off the bed with a long moan, you drop your body back on the bed, you feel electricity from head to toe. 

Steve pulls outs and straddles your torso. 

You start encouraging him. 

“ I am so dirty, daddy, I even let you film me daddy, you coo at him

He is just jerking himself fast. His eyes are almost black from the lust. 

“ Paint my face with your cum, daddy, I needed” , your smile at him. 

“Fuck, y/n, baby, fuck you are such a sight,” he pants. 

You stuck your tongue out to him. He was done for.

He cums with a strangled mention of your name, and a long moan and groans.

You close your eyes, smiling spurts of warm cum, landing all over your face and mouth. 

Steve mounts off your torso. He sits next to you. You sit up against the headboard. 

“ Such a good girl”, he says in awe. He gets off the bed and goes to his bag. He takes his polaroid in his hand. 

“Say cheese, honey pie,” 

You smile big for him with your face full of his cum. The picture slides out of the polaroid camera. He puts it on the nightstand. He coos “ So pretty”, looking at the picture. He sits next to you on the bed. 

He scoops his cum  in his fingers and lets you suck it off his finger. He does that until there is no trace of cum on your face. He kisses you deep. 

“ You think we did good enough for a porn”, you ask him. 

“ I know we did, pornstars, it is their job, and they do a damn good job but we are different, It is love”, he assures you. 

With that he stands up and he picks his phone and stops the recording and saves it. 

“ You know, doll, I like this recording thing”, he says while wiggling the phone in his hands. 

“I already know where I want to do it, next”, he smirks and winks at you. 

“Oh..”, you blink your eyes in surprise with a hand on your chest. 

“How about tomorrow in the deserted beach on the other side of town”, he smiles. 

“ Loving on an island 2”, You say seductively.

You both laugh. He goes to the bed and lays scooting to you.  

He lays his head  on your chest and you  run your fingers through his hair.  Both sighing in content. 

“You know, we have our clothes outside”, you remind Steve

“ I’ll pick them up later”

This is his life right now, enjoying the world he was once denied along with you and his friends. There is only the present and he will enjoy it. 

[poppibranchlover]

She’s cheering him on!!! I’m dying!!! 😍🥰💖💙

The most supportive girlfriend in the galaxy

[lady-divine-writes]

ACITW AU Inspired fic - “The Vacation Ultimatum” (Rated PG13)

Summary:

Sebastian wants to go somewhere different for summer vacation this year, but Kurt has his heart set on the beach house. He promises Sebastian he'll at least entertain other options. ... In his defense, he finds something very entertaining. (2316 words)

Notes: This is an ACITW inspired fic I started writing last summer before my computer died on me.

Read on AO3.

“So, babe, I was thinking …” Sebastian leaps over the back of the sofa to sit beside Kurt scanning the pages of the latest Vogue magazine.

“That’s dangerous. Real dangerous,” Kurt comments, not lifting his eyes from an ad for Gucci footwear. Kurt seems particularly interested in a pair of blue-and-black brocade loafers, checking the fine print for price and sizing information. Sebastian, knowing by now what Kurt’s long, thoughtful look (narrowed eyelids, scrunched nose, sucked in lips) means, takes note. “Didn’t we talk about that?”

“Ha … ha … ha. Anyway, what if this year, instead of going to the beach house for the summer …?”

Sebastian doesn’t get farther than that before Kurt drops his magazine and glares at him with the ice-cold burn of a lover scorned.

“Wh-what!? Not go to the …! Why!?”

“Babe…” Sebastian knew there was a chance Kurt would react this way from the second he opened his mouth. Kurt is always at his most deadly when he won’t let Sebastian finish a sentence. But Sebastian had hoped he might be persuaded to listen to reason, especially since he’d mentioned wanting to go on a pilgrimage to the House of Alexander this year. If anything could break them out of their summer vacay rut, it should have been McQueen. A jaunt across the pond would have been a welcome change from their usual trip to North Carolina. But apparently Kurt is too sentimental to break from their routine, even for a journey to the temple of his idol.

Sebastian had been hoping against hope … and he lost.

“Because we go to the beach house every summer!”

Kurt’s eyes shift left and right, waiting for a more compelling argument. “Yeah, and …?”

“And aren’t you getting a little tired of it? Don’t you think it’s getting old?”

Kurt’s jaw drops in silent gasp. “Who … who are you right now? How … how can you say that!?”

“Because over a decade of summers at the same beach house can get kind of stale, Kurt!”

Kurt shakes his head slowly, disbelief deepening fine lines around his mouth and the corners of his eyes. “You’ve known me for over a decade! Am I getting stale?”

“Do you really want an answer to that?” Sebastian jokes before self-preservation and common sense have the chance to shove his size nines in his mouth and stop him. Kurt’s mouth snaps shut with frightening speed, his teeth making a sound when they meet like the cracking of bone.

“If that’s how you feel,” he says, words short, over-enunciated, clipped at the ends as if with razor-sharp shears, “then I can go to the beach house alone this summer, and you can go somewhere fresher!”

Sebastian sighs. He should have known he wasn’t going to win this one. He was defeated before he began. “Kurt …”

“And while you’re there, maybe you can find yourself someone less hard and crusty since I’m becoming so stale!”

“Jesus Christ, Kurt!” Sebastian’s hands find his hair and pull in frustration. “Stop twisting things around! That’s not what I meant! Arguing about the same thing over and over is getting stale!”

“Then stop arguing,” Kurt poses with a wicked grin. “There. Problem solved.”

“I happen to have good reasons for not wanting to go to the beach house this summer!”

“And those are …?”

“For one thing, it’s nowhere near private.”

Kurt chuckles humorlessly. “It’s on a private beach! That your family owns!”

“Olivia and Brian drop in with the kids all the time, unannounced.”

“So? I love Olivia and Brian! And the kids!”

“So do I! But I also love being able to walk around naked and fuck in the kitchen!”

“No one ever stops you walking around naked here at home! And we’ve fucked in the kitchen so many times, we’ve worn ass marks onto the floor, the island, and the table! You can’t throw a robe over yourself and fuck in a bed like a normal person for one month?”

“Kurt! Don’t you think it’s nice to do something new every once in a while?”

Kurt carefully picks up his dropped magazine so that he has something to toss sassily aside and crosses his arms over his chest. “Have you met me?”

“Uh, yeah,” Sebastian says, mirroring the gesture … minus having anything to throw. Not that he didn’t look around him for something suitable, but the only things within reach are coffee mugs and Yankee Candles, and he doesn’t want to accidentally give Kurt a concussion. “You’re stubborn and annoying!”

“Exactly!”

Sebastian snorts at the word Kurt wasn’t quick enough to catch before it flew out of his mouth, turned around, and slapped him in the face.

Kurt closes his eyes on his own faux pas and shakes it from his head. “I mean, about being stubborn. How many times do I stray from the familiar? I wear the same designers all the time, I order the same dish at every restaurant, I’ve driven the same Navigator since high school …”

“Yeah …” Sebastian clears his throat before he accidentally guffaws “… by the way, that’s something we really need to talk about ...”

Kurt’s offended face becomes comically dramatic. “My life is stressful, Sebastian!”

Sebastian pauses his argument to look Kurt over from head to toe - his significant other reclining on the sofa in his pajamas and robe with his feet propped up … at three on a Thursday afternoon.

“Yeah …” He leans over, catches the end of Kurt’s untied belt, and flips it across his waist. “The rigors of your life must be crippling!”

“It’s my afternoon off, you deranged kumquat!” Kurt snaps, tossing the belt back and smacking Sebastian on the chin. “The point is I value our summer together. Most of all, I value the fact that I don’t have to stress out about it because I don’t have to put any energy into thinking about doing something different! It’s a no-brainer!”

“So you’re saying it suits you.”

Kurt points at Sebastian, very reminiscent of a circa 2000 Cooper Anderson. “Watch your step, Smythe, or you’re sleeping alone tonight.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sebastian relents, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m sorry. That one went a bit too far.”

Kurt breathes in deep, exhales long. “Look, when we first got together and divvied up responsibilities, you put me in charge of planning summer vacation.”

“Because I thought you’d send us to all sorts of exotic locales with clothing optional activities.”

“We do those over spring break! And on our birthdays! And over New Year’s! We’ve flashed more people than Tara Reid! I like going to the beach house in the summer! It’s tradition!”

“But we can go anywhere in the world!”

“I don’t wanna go anywhere in the world!” Kurt parrots in a whiny voice. “I wanna go to the beach house!”

Sebastian slaps his hands on his thighs and pushes up to his feet. “Fine. Whatevs. Just do me a favor. For me. Because you supposedly love me.”

Kurt rolls his eyes so far back in his head he glimpses his soul. “I guess …”

“Get on your phone and check out some other spots that you might want to go to. Any spot, regardless of distance or cost. Then we’ll compare, list pros and cons, and together we’ll make an educated decision. That way we’ll know one hundred percent for certain that there isn’t somewhere else that tickles your fancy.”

“I already know …”

“Just this once,” Sebastian says, cutting into Kurt’s grousing, “and again, because you love me.”

Kurt’s face pinches, his lips pulled tight to avoid creasing. He drops his head back on his shoulders in exasperation and reaches in his robe pocket for his phone. “All right, all right. But shoo. I don’t need any distractions.”

Sebastian leans in to give Kurt a kiss, grinning when he swats him away like an irritating insect. “Your wish is my command, oh benevolent dictator.”

“That’s Expedia God to you.”

***

Sebastian makes himself scarce for more than an hour running odd errands - one of which includes buying Kurt his favorite cheesecake from the bakery down the block. He’s both encouraged and relieved when he returns home to find Kurt still in the living room when he should be at yoga, bent over his phone, staring intently at something on his screen.

He missed yoga for this, Sebastian thinks. He must be taking it seriously.

Even more than that, Kurt is smiling, lower lip pinched between his teeth, his eyes positively glowing.

‘Yes!’ Sebastian cheers silently, slipping into the kitchen to put away the cheesecake while allowing himself a moment to daydream about spending this upcoming summer vacation on the French Riviera, which they admittedly did last Christmas. Or in Jamaica, where they’d gone two falls ago. Or, like he’d thought, London, which is where they’d spent Fashion Week. Sebastian stops with his hand on the refrigerator door, chewing his own lower lip in thought. Looking back on their lives together as a couple, they have done their share of traveling around the world, even if they do spend every summer in North Carolina. So … spending another one there isn’t exactly a big deal. They’d recently booked a flight to Rio to coincide with the start of the school year, winging over after the egress of promiscuous co-eds vying for one final fling before hitting the books.

Jesus Christmas!

Is he being a jerk about nothing!?

Sebastian pulls out his cell phone and checks his calendar. Nearly every box of every month is filled with meetings, assignments, appointments. But aside from that, it’s cluttered with trips they’ve planned - the Cape for their anniversary; the Poconos for Kurt’s dad and stepmom’s anniversary; Munich for Oktoberfest, which happens to be a tradition that Sebastian started - one that Kurt hasn’t always been so fond of. He can appreciate the food. He can appreciate the beer. He can appreciate the authentic costumes and the lively music and dancing.

But the second people start hugging and slapping each other, he gets a little skittish.

Last year, Sebastian flew Kurt to Milan last minute for Arbor Day, just to give him a reason to make the stupid day memorable. Thus is one of the perks of being rich. He’d planned on making that a tradition.

So that’s two of Sebastian’s traditions to one of Kurt’s.

Sebastian sticks his head in the fridge, smacking his forehead against the butter dish, and groans.

If Kurt wants to spend this summer - and every summer until the day they die - in North Carolina, is it really such a big deal?

But seeing Kurt stare at his phone with a huge smile on his face intrigues Sebastian. Even after everything, their whole argument, he did what Sebastian asked. He gave it a chance. What if he actually found somewhere else he wants to go? Skydiving? Spelunking? Scuba diving? Another hot air balloon ride?

Sebastian swallows hard remembering …

… they can do all those things in North Carolina.

He removes his head from the dairy section and closes the door. Then he strolls back into the living room, nonchalant smile on his face.

“You’re looking pretty focused there, babe. Did you find something you like?”

“Yup.”

Sebastian’s spine tingles with the possibilities. “Willing to share?”

“Well, in order for you to appreciate where I ended up on my journey, I’ll need to walk you through my process.”

“Do tell …”

“I didn’t have any particular locale in mind, but I knew I wanted to go to the beach, so I started looking up beaches.”

Sebastian nods. “Not venturing too far from the comfortable, I see, but still promising.”

“Tropical beaches, exclusive beaches, private beaches, beach resorts, islands …”

“A-ha …”

“I saw a link for this beach in San Diego called Dog Beach.”

“Very nice. Quaint. I’ve been there once or twice. Lots of nice little communities with bungalows …”

“I thought so, too. But I was clicking through the website and I saw the most amazing thing. Something I wouldn’t mind seeing in person.”

“Really?” Sebastian says hopefully.

“A-ha. It had pictures of a surf dog competition …”

Sebastian’s smile dips at the corners. His voice becomes a little tight. “Okay …”

“I clicked on it and …”

“Let me guess …” Sebastian drops his head into his hands, blunt nails digging into the cold spot on his forehead “… you’ve been watching videos of surfing dogs.”

“Yup.”

“For how long?”

“Oh, I don’t know. When was the last time you were in here?”

Sebastian’s arms drop to his side revealing his disgruntled expression. “You’ve been watching videos of dogs surfing for two hours!?”

“I guess. Time’s just … flown by …”

Sebastian watches in agony as Kurt switches to another tab on his phone, bringing up a YouTube video of a bulldog riding a skateboard. Kurt chuckles and shakes his head.

“How’d you learn how to do that?” he baby talks the screen. “You’re the goodest boy, aren’t you? 12 out of 10.” He scrolls down to the comment section to type that in.

Sebastian slaps his forehead. He turns on his heel and heads for the bedroom before he has the chance to go insane. To be honest, he should have known better. He walked into this one, what with his cockimamey ideas about going somewhere else over the summer. “Beach house it is.”

“If that’s what you think is best, dear,” Kurt mutters to Sebastian’s retreating back, deeply enthralled in another dog video. He waits till he hears Sebastian open the door to the bathroom, then closes out the video and composes a text:

To: Olivia

False alarm! We’re on for the beach house!

He giggles conspiratorially when a message immediately pops up.

From: Olivia

Thank God! See you there!

[kittyball23]

I haven't been able to get Spruce and his Muppet wife Brandi out of my head ever since that Vacay Island clip came out 💕

Per usual, I have headcanons:

Spruce's name change to "Bruce" was inspired by his wife's name

All 13 of their kids have names that start with "Br" (e.g. Bryce, Braxton, Brandon, Brianna, Brittney, Brady, Brody, Brooke, Bryan, Bruno, Brenda, Brill, Brucie Jr.)

A majority of the kids are boys, given that boys run in Spruce's side of the family (plus there is a sign in one of the concept arts for the cantina they run that was called "Bruce and Sons'")

The kiddos are convinced right away that Branch is related to them since his name starts with "Br"

At the start of their relationship, Brandi played hard-to-get at first, not so easily charmed by Spruce right away, which aided in Spruce falling in love with her for being different than the previous girls he's flirted with

Brandi is better at keeping the kids in line due to her being bigger than them, unlike Spruce

Spruce loves to spoil his kiddos with desserts from their cantina and with all sorts of fun activities on Vacay Island, like surfing💜

[poppibranchlover]

He looks so proud that he finally remembers who he used to be!!! 😍🥰💖💙

IM POSTING SO MUCH BUT I DONT EVEN CARE ANYMORE. His smirk. His fucking smirk. I can't

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BNHA Fic: Blink! Ch. 2

Read Ch. 1

I swear, we’ll get to the good stuff soon.

--

Knock-knock.

Quickly gathering the paperwork back into the folder, Ren shoved everything back into the drawer. Taking quick calming breaths, she peeked opened the door to see most of the eager faces of 1-A.

“Ah! Senpai!” Aishido excitedly greeted. “We’re having a “king of rooms” competition right now and we wanted to include you in on it!” “That’s nice but my room’s a bit of a mess–” “Too late!”

A few of the students pushed their way through and stumbled in, wedging Ren between the door and the wall. Ah, the power of youth, she fleetingly thought as her back and ribcage reeled in pain.

“Ohhh! It’s so grown up!” Uraraka praised with her hands clasped, looking around in amazement. Ren’s wooden bed frame doubled as storage space and was lower than the usual frame. To the left sat a low desk and a wooden stacking shelves with her personal effects and drawers. “And simple!” “Everything’s so tastefully done!” Sero analyzed the simple star patterned charcoal gray drape curtain Ren put up and the scattered posters on her walls. A twine was hung on the far wall with clothesline clips holding photos. “Minimalist and stylish.” “As expected of a senpai,” Iida nodded with confidence. “We should learn from this.” “It’s modern Japanese...” Todoroki uttered out, impressed with the design. “Maybe I should’ve done my room like this.”

“You’re all really at your own pace, aren’tcha,” their R.A. blurted out from being pinned behind the door, promptly sliding down onto the floor and rubbing her back.

The class panicked and helped her out. She sighed and dusted herself off while everyone profusely apologized.

“It’s fine but just don’t get carried away, okay?” she dismissively stated, rubbing the back of her head. She didn’t have the heart to trample on the little fun they got to have. “Anyway, this is my room. Welcome.”

“T-Takahiro-senpai!” a young boy’s voice trembled out. Everyone in the room turned to look at a freckled boy with disheveled dark green hair looking at a photo frame found on one of the cubby shelves. “You know Melissa Shield?!”

“Whoa whoa! Who’s Melissa?!” Sero asked and suddenly threw Izuku in a headlock. “Midoriya, you sly dog! Havin’ a foreigner girlfriend over summer vacay!”

Oh, so that’s Midoriya... I think Melissa said he preferred to be called ‘Deku.’ He’s... smaller than I thought, Ren thought to herself as he was bombarded with questions by his classmates. The boy suddenly got flustered and embarrassed; his face blushing two shades of red. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Oh, Melissa-san. From I-Island,” Uraraka suddenly remembered. “She was super nice. She showed us around I-Expo after everything happened.” “And knew so much about everything there,” Jiro chimed in.  “Melissa’s my childhood friend, Midoriya-kun,” Ren answered with a wide smile after the commotion died down. “From when I was living in California.” “Whoa, senpai! You lived in America?!” Hagakure enquired with excitement. “That’s so amazing!” “Well, I was born there. I’m a hafu*.” “It’s amazing how well you speak Japanese though,” Yaoyoruzu remarked.

“I’ve been here since I was 8 at an international school before I got into U.A.” ”How did you get into U.A.? Through recommendations?” Kaminari casually asked. “I remember Aizawa-sensei saying you were strong.” ”I took the exam to get in. And please don’t pay any mind as to what Aizawa’s saying: I’m really not that strong.” ”That’s totally somethin’ someone really strong would say though,” Kirishima commented and rubbed his chin. “Being humble about it is so manly!” “So how was it going to school overseas?” a boy with glasses asked while moving his arms like a robot. “Are the education systems as good as ours?” “I don’t remember much of it, to be honest...” Ren trailed off, her eyes downcasted at her feet. “But I do remember the school being big.” “As expected of America...” Iida gushed. “So if you and Melissa-san were childhood friends...” Izuku muttered and jumped up nervously. “D-Does that mean you know All-Might too?!” “We’re loosely acquainted, yes. I’m not as close with him as Mels and her dad are.” “Ah, is that so.”

The boy breathed a sigh for some reason.

“Deku’s a huge All-Might fan,” Uraraka whispered close to Ren. “His room’s fully decorated with his face.” “Oh, a fanboy.” “Uraraka-san! Please don’t say anymore!” the boy exclaimed in a state, blushing furiously. “It’s fine. Your room is supposed to show your personality and interests, after all,” the R.A. calmly said with a small smile. “Oh interesting. I never thought of our rooms that way,” Ashino said. “Anyway we should get moving,” Iida interrupted. “I’m sure Takahiro-senpai is tired after today and we should wrap up this contest soon.” “’Kay, class rep!” the rest of the students responded. “Sorry for the intrusion.”

As the commotion died down, Ren was able to shower and relax after a long day. As she walked to the elevator, muffled talking could be heard coming from outside. She slid her veranda window halfway open and peered through from the side to see 7 students standing by the lamp post by the entrance.

“–I hardened my heart and spoke so harshly...”

That quivering voice. Sounds like Asui.

She felt bad eavesdropping, but continued to in order to get a general idea of the dynamic of 1-A. After all, she’s coming into this dorm a stranger when they’ve had close to half a year to bond.

“The whole “King of All Rooms” thing happened because we all understood how Deku and the others must be feeling...” Ochaco’s voice said.

Ah so that’s it… They must be talking about Kamino.

Ren now understood why Aizawa didn’t expel anyone here.

They’re all special in their own way and have forged an ironclad bond with one another. It’s not something a villain or a saboteur can easily wheedle in and destroy. Her shoulders immediately jumped hearing Kirishima apologizing at the top of his lungs. All she could do was close her eyes with a lopsided grin and sighed through her nose.

They may be young, but their hearts and minds are in the right place. The makings of a great hero are there.

At that moment, Ren had a fleeting thought as to the other reason why Aizawa put her here, but it was of no importance for now.

–

Everyone’s alarms in 1-A went off close to the same time. Ren sluggishly reached around for hers with her eyes still closed, her hand hitting air and the night stand with a muffled thud. Groaning aloud, she let out a long sigh before propping her elbows up on her bed with her eyes halfway open. Finally shutting up the source of her annoyance, her heavy head flopped back down onto her soft pillow and groaned into it.

She forced herself to roll out of bed 5 minutes later and let out a long stretch of her upper body. Sighing again, she gingerly stood up and pulled back her curtains to let the sun greet her. Slumberously blinking, she scratched the back of her head and went to grab her items to wash up downstairs. She saw Ashino and Yaoyorozu walk past when she opened her door.

“Good morning, Ren-senpai!” the two girls greeted. “… Mornin’.” Ren muttered out and stifled a small yawn. “So who won last night? The King of Rooms?” “Oh, Sato did!” Ashino happily replied. “His chiffon cake was sooooo tasty!” “Aw I missed cake? Boo.”

She pressed the button to call for the elevator. “You should join us next time, senpai,” Yaoyorozu said with an inviting smile. “It’d be a lot of fun.” “I’d like that. Thanks.” “Senpai...” Ashino paused for a second looking at Ren, stifling a giggle. “… You have some gnarly bed head.” “Ah, yeah. It’ll sort itself out.”

The doors to the elevator dinged open while the three girls idly chatted on the way to the female communal bathroom. Everyone went about their business and grabbed breakfast after changing into their uniforms. Even though their living arrangements have changed, the day-to-day routine in school remained the same.

While the first years were working on their signature moves, the second years were refining theirs alongside battle strategies. Ren’s gym curriculum today was to fight close-range fighters with her quirk; there were only 4 in her class who fell within that range, one of which was her friend Tomoe.

“Alright, Ren-Ren,” Tomoe growled out and prepared herself to transform parts of herself into a porcupine. “Time to get stabby stabbed.” “Really?” she deadpanned and placed her hand on her hip. “That’s your one-liner?” “Please move your body, not your mouth,” their teacher, Snipe, scolded from the sidelines with his arms crossed.

Tomoe took the initiative on the attack by charging at Ren. As her friend got closer, she timed the impact and immediately disappeared.

“Ah this crap again...” the porcupine groaned out and immediately turned, swinging her claw to intercept Ren’s roundhouse kick. “Your moves are getting tiresome!”

Tomoe turned it up a level and decided to try out her new move: Claw Flurry. Going at max speed, she concentrated all of her energy and dove at her with barraging fast swipe attacks. Unable to escape the warpath, Ren pressed a button on one of her cuffs. Within seconds, a pair of clubs phased into her hands. Preparing for impact, she held her arms out in X-formation in hopes of slowing Tomoe down. The clash exploded in a barrage of needles and sparks.

“You’re gonna haveta do more than that!” her friend roared out as she pushed her friend across the ground. All Ren did was smirk and saw glimmer of a reflection. Next thing Tomoe knew, her friend disappeared again and she had a one-way ticket to the far wall.

The pink haired girl reappeared not too far behind, wearing a triumphant smirk.

“You were saying?” All her spiky rodent friend could muster up was a shaky right arm flipping her off.

The rest of the day went by in a flash and classes were over already. “Dude, you gotta do better with your moves. They’re too predictable,” Tomoe complained while rotating her right shoulder. Her face had a small bandage affixed on her left cheek from the collision. “I pretty much knew when you were gonna kick me.” “I can’t help it. It’s muscle memory at this point,” Ren groaned out. “I’m really trying.” “Well try harder or I’m gonna ask for a new sparring partner.” “How about sparring with the underclassmen?” Seri suggested. “I mean, they dunno your quirk and I’m sure you’ll be able to learn a thing or two.” “One of them already wants to 1v1 me.” “Is it the scowling spiky blond one?” Seri and Tomoe asked simultaneously. “I–What the?! How?!” Ren sputtered out. “We developed a psychic quirk,” Seri drawled out, pointing to her temple like some mental person with the tip her of tongue hanging off to the side of her mouth. All Ren did was playfully shove her aside.

After messing around a bit longer, she left her friends to head back to 1-A. As the dorm came into view, something that sounds like crackling lighting could be heard to the far right of the building. Curiosity peaked, Ren decided to check it out and saw a boy with wild viridian green hair glowing and practicing his kicks.

“No, it’s still off...” he muttered to himself, looking through his notes in a notebook he laid on the grass. “Midoriya-kun?”

His shoulders jumped slightly and turned around to meet her curious hazel green eyes.

“Ah, Takahiro-senpai!” he greeted with a lopsided smile. “Good evening.” “What’re you doin’ out here?”

Ren walked closer to Midoriya and sat down beside him, setting her bag down.

“Ah, I was just working on something related to my fighting style,” he shyly explained. “I asked Iida for some advice since he primarily uses his legs to attack due to his quirk.”

As he continued on, she studied the young boy’s features. Whenever he talked about something he’s passionate about, he really lights up more. Noticing her eyes on him, he suddenly got bashful again.

“S-sorry,” he looked down and rubbed the back of his head shyly. “I have a tendency to ramble when I get excited about something.” She softly shook her head. “It’s fine. It’s refreshing,” she replied with a small smile. “But if you really want to sharpen your Shoot Style, you should watch some videos on taekwondo.” “Tae...kwondo?” “It’s a Korean martial art consisting of only kicks,” she explained. “From what I could see before, you’re getting the speed. It’s your form that’s sloppy with too many openings. If your opponent is someone with a quick eye, they’d see through it immediately and your attack would quickly be nullified. This is also something you can look over with Iida, too.”

Midoriya could be seen madly scribbling her advice into the notebook, muttering intensely to himself. She couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it.” Ren stood back up and dusted the grass off of her skirt before picking up her bag. “Don’t stay out here too late, Midoriya-kun.” “You can call me ‘Deku’, Takahiro-senpai.” “And you can call me ‘Ren’, Deku-kun.”

Making her way back to the main entrance, random chatter could be heard from the common room. And for some reason, Uraraka is floating on the ceiling, blushing madly and covering her face. She removed her outside shoes and placed them into her designated locker before swapping to her slippers.

“Uraraka-chan,” Ren called out from below. “You okay up there?” “She’s just in denial she’s in looooveeee,” Aishino’s voice teased, followed by laughter from the rest of the girls. “Miiiinnnaaa!” she squealed out. “It’s not like thaattttt!”

She decided to sit with the girls a bit before settling upstairs for homework. “Ren-senpai!” Hagakure called. “Have you ever been in love?” “Me? Hmm…” she thought about it for a moment. “Would you even call it love?” “Ehhh??? So you have?!?!” Ashino excitedly clamored and climbed on the table. “Who is it? Who? Who? Who?” “No one you guys know.” “Whaattt? Booo~ Then have you had a boyfriend?” Jiro asked. “I did in junior high.” “Now this is regular high school girl talk!” Ashino shouted and air punched from all the excitement. “It wasn’t anything special. We only dated for a few months before we broke up,” Ren disregarded the event and rested her chin on her hand. “Our personalities and interests were just too different. Come to think of it, I gave him my first kiss.”

By this time, Uraraka landed back on the couch and all the girls were in squeal mode.

“So? How was the kiss?” Hagakure squeaked out the question, practically hopping out of her seat for the answer. “… Forgettable. And awkward.” She rubbed the back of her neck uncomfortably. “Sorry to disappoint.” “Uwah, it was that bad?” Jiro groaned out. “It’s not that he was bad. He just… didn’t leave an impression.” “Well then, I hope your next boyfriend will leave a bigger impression then, ribbit,” Asui encouraged with her wide trademark smile. “That’s not gonna be anytime soon,” Ren chuckled and cocked her head at the brown haired girl with a curious smirk. “Buuuut, we can do something ‘bout you.”

She leaned into the brunette’s ear and whispered, “You like Deku-kun, don’tcha? I saw you staring at him when I was outside.”

Her face suddenly burned and turned as red as a cherry tomato. Were she a cartoon right now, she’d have steam coming out of her ears.

“Noooo~ Senpai, not you toooooo!” she shouted as she ran toward the elevator.  – The daily grind went on between practicing and studying. Next thing they knew, it was already the night before the provisional license exams.

“Uwah, I just can’t calm down...” Kirishima blurted out, holding his pounding chest and paced. “Can’t sleep either.” “I know right?” Kaminari agreed and crossed his arms. His right leg couldn’t stop shaking. “All we can expect are people with stronger quirks there.” “It’d be nice to have the upper hand so we can get a leg up on our opponents...” Tokoyami thought aloud. “I know I’ll be fine,” Bakugou blurted out. “I’m gonna murder ‘em all.” “If only there was a way we could get some sorta hint to...” Sero trailed off as his eyes wandered to a certain figure walking past them and into the kitchen, suddenly having an idea. “S-senpai! Ren-senpai!”

The girl slowly turned to the common room where the boys were hanging out.

“Hm? What’s up?” “You have your hero license right?” the black haired boy asked. “I do… Why?” “Well, we were wondering… if there was anything you can tell us about how the exams tomorrow so that we’re better prepared for it?”

Ren put a thoughtful finger to her lips, scanning her memories.

“I can’t say anything useful. They change it up every year depending on the examiner...” “Oh is that so...” the boys dejectedly claimed and sighed heavily. “So what did you have to do for yours when you took it, senpai?” Kirishima enquired. “We had to evacuate citizens from an office building that had a bomb threat called in,” Ren remembered. “We then had to find the bomb and deactivate it in a group of four within 30 minutes.”

A dark look suddenly emerged on her face, as if something was in front of her she wanted to kill immediately.

“S-s-senpai?” Kaminari squeaked out, feeling the intimidating aura seeping out of her. “It was a test from hell… Never in my life had I have to dye my hands with so much liquid crimson…” “The darkness she’s exuding...” Tokoyami commented with a slight quiver in his voice. “It’s so dense.” “Did you kill someone?!” Sero exclaimed. “No. The red dye from clipping one of the wires got on my hero costume…” The fingers on her left hand twitched. “It took three days to get the stain out.”

At that moment, the boys thought the same thing: Her aura felt like Bakugou’s whenever he was ready to murder something.

“But that’s all in the past.”

She changed back so fast!, they all thought.

“And you guys’ll be fine; you’re strong,” Ren encouraged. “Out of everyone in this school excluding some 3rd years, you have the most first-hand battle experiences. As long as you use that knowledge to your advantage, you can turn the tides easily.” “Any advice on how to do that?” Kaminari asked with a look of anxiousness.

The upperclassman stayed quiet for a second, trying to search for the best answer to quell his shaky heart.

“Remember the pain you experienced at your lowest point and carve that into your resolve.”

Those words left a strong impact on the boys and all they could respond with was silence. Suddenly remembering the recent events of Bakugou’s kidnapping and what went down at Kamino, the group already knew what they needed to do.

“I-I’m gonna go sleep now,” Kirishima announced. “’Night all.” “Same,” the others blurted out in scatters.

One by one, they filed out of the common room. Except for one person.

“Aizawa-sensei told you everything, didn’t he?” Bakugou enquired. “Not everything,” she calmly responded. “There were a lot of pieces I had to put together.” “So you know our lowest point...” he began. “What was yours?” “Sorry?” “I don’t like repeating myself,” Bakugou growled out with annoyance. “It’s not an answer you’re expecting.” “Try me.”

Ren stared deep into his crimson eyes with her hazel green ones; they were flickering with dark impulses.

“I’ll tell you if you pass the exam tomorrow,” she proposed. “Haah? Is that a challenge?” he cocked his head up. “Maybe.” “That’s not good enough,” the blond boy lulled his head back, staring. “If I win, you have to tell me that and everythin’ ‘bout your quirk.” “… Fine.”

Bakugou scoffed and slowly got off of the couch. Making his way to the elevator, he said within an earshot, “I knew you were the teasing type.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked with a curiously arched eyebrow, stopping him in his steps. “Whatever you want it to mean, senpai.” As he walked away, Ren suddenly remembered one thing: the U.A. hazing tradition at the exam. … I’m sure Aizawa will fill them in, she thought.

–

A/N: *Hafu: someone who’s born with one Japanese and non-Japanese parent.

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[womenofcolor15]

SEALED WITH A KISS: Future Takes Girlfriend Lori Harvey To Jamaica For B'Day Vacay & It Looks Eerily Similar To Trips He Gave His Kids’ Mothers

Sealed with a kiss! Lori Harvey and her man Future are living it up on a birthday BAEcay in Jamaica. And it’s eerily similar to the birthday gifts/trips he gifted to his other kids’ mothers, Joie Chavis & Brittni Mealy. More inside…

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                  Oh? #Future took #LoriHarvey on birthday baecay (and her friends too) to Jamaica. Seems to be his favorite thing to do for his girlfriends and/or babies’ mothers. #YBFCoupledom

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  It’s official now!

Lori Harvey pretty much confirms the rumors that she’s dating rapper Future after months of speculation, following her split from Hip Hop mogul Diddy. Steve Harvey no longer has to play clueless about his step-daughter's relationship with the "Low Life" rapper because she’s putting it out on front street now.

Lori is currently celebrating her 23rd birthday in Montego Bay, Jamaicia with her 36-year-old man Future, along with her friends Teyana Taylor, Jordyn Woods, Taina Williams and her boyfriend/rapper G Herbo.

In an Instagram story, Lori shared a clip of herself and the Dirty Sprite rapper in the back of a car where he leans in to give her a kiss on her cheek while she grabs his neck. "Life is good," Lori wrote as a caption on the short coupledom video. Chick was clever with the caption. Future and Drake just released a new track a few days ago titled, "Life Is Good."

Peep the clip above.

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                  Life is Good

A post shared by Lori Harvey (@lori_harvey_) on Jan 11, 2020 at 3:28pm PST

  She also captioned a bikini pic with, "Life Is Good" as well.

Before the kiss that's going viral on social media, Lori and her crew hopped on a jet ahead of their island turn up. They arrived at a massive mansion where Lori was met with rose petals shaped in a heart on her bed and throughout her room. The mansion was decorated with gold balloons that spelled out "Happy Birthday Lori" and she was also gifted birthday cakes and white roses. 

Go inside below:

The roses and candlelight illuminating room was a dead giveaway that Future was behind it. It seems the rapper pulled the same gesture for his exes/kids' mothers, Joie Chavis and Brittni Mealy, for their birthdays. Chile...

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  So, he couldn't even come up with something a tad bit different for his new main chick? Sighs...

She's on every man's wish list (apparently) but she chose a f--kboi father of umpteen kids.  Hope there's a plan in place we just don't see yet because....

In case you missed, you can see everything Future did for Brittni's 31st birthday - filled with matching "rings" and coasting the ocean on a yacht - HERE.

  In October 2019, Future took Joie to Turks & Caicos for her birthday. He shared a photo with Joie with the caption, “Ima always have your back. real one.” Joie was on IG Stories posting videos of her room filled with balloons that spelled out her name.

It doesn't seem like Lori minds much or maybe she doesn't even know/care he did the same thing for two of his exes. She's having the time of her life with her man and her friends.

Below are flicks of Taina Williams - Fabolous & Emily B's daughter - G Herbo, Teyana Taylor and Jordyn Woods:

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                  THESE PICTURES NICE & ALL BUT THIS WHEN I JUST NOTICED... WOWWW IM STILL SMOKINNN RUNTZ OUT HERE

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                  made it

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                  one love, one heartttt

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  Lori officially turns 23 tomorrow.

Happy Birthday Lori!  

Photo: Instagram

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[poppibranchlover]

THIS GIVES ME SO MUCH LIFE!!! 😍😍😍💖💙💚💜

🩵 ✨ THEM ✨

Okay I admit it, I got too excited about that scene hahaha 🙈🕺

[micaiutu]

spring vacay look by daraipetra19 featuring nars cosmetics ❤ liked on Polyvore

River Island mini dress, 405 UYU / Accessorize flower crown, 69 UYU / Forever 21 claw hair clip, 72 UYU / Converse mens white sneaker, 1.570 UYU / Nars cosmetic, 1.085 UYU / Dark circle concealer, 450 UYU / Prep Prime Fix+ MAC Cosmetics Official Site, 720 UYU

[poppibranchlover]

HOW GREAT IS THIS AMAZING SCENE?!?! 😍🥰💖💙💚💜

GAHH THIS IS SO COOL!!

I also like how Poppy is very understanding💗😫💗

[imtaqouya]

spring vacay look

spring vacay look by daraipetra19 featuring a flower garland ❤ liked on Polyvore

River Island slip dress, $15 / Sunday Somewhere round glasses, $240 / Accessorize flower garland / Forever 21 claw hair clip / Converse mens white shoes, $54 / Nars cosmetic, $33 / Dark circle concealer, $15 / Prep Prime Fix+ MAC Cosmetics Official Site

[mildly-inconvenienced-bat]

spring vacay look by daraipetra19 featuring nars cosmetics ❤ liked on Polyvore

River Island tall dress, 46 BRL / Sunday Somewhere clear lens sunglasses, 750 BRL / Accessorize twisted headband, 7,59 BRL / Forever 21 mini claw hair clip, 7,91 BRL / Converse mens white sneaker, 165 BRL / Nars cosmetic, 105 BRL / Dark circle concealer, 48 BRL / Prep Prime Fix+ MAC Cosmetics Official Site, 73 BRL

[kittyball23]

Observations from HD Trailer 2

Now that Trailer 2 is out in HD on this website, I wanted to make a post with the little details I noticed.

We know, for those of you who looked into the Annecy article back in June, that the movie starts with BroZone getting ready for the performance, and in turn it’ll show how each of their personalities are unique. We get a shot of them in the dressing room, with JD and Floyd talking about Branch.

It’s difficult to see Spruce, but judging by the motion he’s making I’m about 90% sure he’s doing crunch-ups, which makes sense considering how he’s ripped XD

Clay on the other hand seems to be doing some kind of exercise too. Not sure what kind exactly, since it looks like he’s working those hips and looking very focused while he’s at it lmao (also is that a water bottle clipped to his underpants?? Or maybe it’s a hairspray bottle, idk)

Speaking of Clay, there is the place he lives in now, Putt Putt Village, with his girlfriend Viva. I’m so interested in knowing what’s up with this place, since it looks to me like it was an abandoned mini-golf course of some sort of larger creatures (since we see that there's also the giant food that is served being an indicator… unless of course, this is just the way things are in Putt Putt Village)

Then there’s that scene where they jump into Mount Rageous. If you look, there’s two different signs on one of their structures, one that says “Glamorama” and another that says “On Tour.”

Maybe they are two separate things, or maybe it’s supposed to be read altogether as “Glamorama On Tour.” Which leads to the theory that maybe ‘Glamorama’ is the name of Velvet and Veneer’s act? I mean, they both look pretty glammed up to me!

And of course we’ve got the residents of Vacay Island, who certainly don’t look like Trolls. The best way I can describe them is that their design reminds me of Muppets, with their thin arms, yarn-like hair, and mouth shapes. Is one of these creatures watching the show possibly Spruce’s wife? Or his kiddos??

ajasdfoguandf And I just love all their reactions in this shot

Especially JD and Spruce back there just like... 😕🥴

[poppibranchlover]

I’m dizzy enough to just look at them!!! 🥴😍🥰💙💚💜

I'M HYPNOTIZED