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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Guys Like You Chapter 19

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 19

Chapter Summary: Just a bunch of random fluff for the time being.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, and so much tooth rotting fluff.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5} {Chapter 6} {Chapter 7} {Chapter 8} {Chapter 9} {Chapter 10} {Chapter 11} {Chapter 12} {Chapter 13} {Chapter 14} {Chapter 15} {Chapter 16} {Chapter 17} {Chapter 18}

“Faye?” Henry called out, wandering into the living room where she was lounging on the couch with Kal.

“Yes?” Faye asked slowly, lifting her head from the fluffy canine’s side.

“Would you mind looking this over? Tell me if you’re ok with it?” Henry requested, handing her his phone to look over his newest Instagram post in the making, several pictures lined up and awaiting her approval.

First, was one of his signature boomer selfies, his face and chest covered in pony and princess stickers, glitter shimmering on the planes of his face, almost shining as bright as his smile. Second was a snapshot of his feet, nail polish globbed on the ends of his toes, Briar’s tiny hands in the frame adding more onto the top of his foot. Next was another selfie, his curls now tugged up into random tufts, secured with bright glittery hair ties, another amused smile on his face. Last was a small video clip of Briar painting makeup on his face, chatting away about the differences between unicorns and pegasus’, Henry asking at the very end if he was pretty yet, only for Briar to very definitively tell him ‘no’ and continue brushing over his face with more eyeshadow.

The post was captioned as:

“Girl Dad

#girldad

#glitterbomb

#amIprettynow?”

“That… that’s adorable.” Faye gushed, throwing her arms around his neck, his nervousness fading away. He had yet to introduce his fanbase to Briar. They had seen Faye a few times, different paparazzi photos surfacing of the two of them out together along with her accompanying him to the Witcher premiere. Neither of them minded Faye being photographed. She knew what she was signing up for, and Henry was always careful to only show her the good comments and headlines. The last thing he wanted was for her to be driven away thinking she wasn’t good enough again.

They had yet to reveal Briar’s presence, however. He had a Zoom interview later on in the week, and they had agreed that he could mention her if he was asked about family life. This was just him wanting to reveal his daughter on his own terms before people began trying to invade the child’s privacy. He could already see the feisty toddler chasing after someone with a camera, smacking them with her stuffed rabbit, Kal dutifully chasing after her.

Though, in retrospect, Kal may actually not chase after Briar to back her up. In the last couple of weeks, he had been by Faye’s side almost constantly. Not that he was jealous or anything, but he wasn’t exactly happy about now being Kal’s third favorite human. He’d raised that dog since he was ten weeks old, then Briar comes into his life and suddenly she’s the best thing ever. Now that Faye was pregnant, he split his time between curling up next to Faye and playing with Briar. The only time Henry spent with him was when he fed him, literally drug him out for a walk and at nighttime when he would lay on Faye’s legs all night. The poor dog was going to go crazy after the baby was born trying to split his time between everyone.

“So, is it ok to post?” Henry asked, shooing Kal from the couch so he could be closer to his fiancé. The dog was less than pleased to be uprooted form his spot, but relented and laid at her feet instead, huffing in annoyance as he laid his giant head on her tattooed foot.

“Well, nothing is showing her face, and I can tell you’re about to explode if you don’t tell the world about her soon.” Faye teased, gently kissing his stubbly cheek.

“I’m going to disable comments on it.” Henry explained, taking his phone back to finish the post and upload it to Instagram.

“Might be a good idea.” Faye agreed, peering over his shoulder as the images uploaded, hugging his thick arm to her chest. “I love you so much.”

“Aww. The baby’s making you all mushy.” Henry teased, dropping his phone onto the couch and wrapping his arms around her, kissing the crown of her head.

“Shut up.” Faye whined, leaning further into him, her face drawing into a pout.

“Please don’t cry, I was just teasing.” Henry requested softly.

“Sorry. Hormones are making me crazy.” Faye apologized, hiding her face in his chest.

“There’s no need to apologize.” Henry assured, squeezing her a little tighter.

“We’re going to have to tell Briar eventually.”

“We can’t just wait until the baby gets here and just be all ‘surprise! You’re a big sister!’?”

“No. She’s going to wonder why I’m getting so fat long before then. There will be questions. They might make me cry. Are you still going to love me when I’m huge?” Faye asked suspiciously.

“When you’re rounded out carrying my baby, tits full and just begging to be sucked on? I’m probably going to have a hard time keeping my hands off of you.”

“You can’t keep your hands to yourself now.” Faye teased, turning her head to look up at him.

“You aren’t wrong. I love feeling your skin on mine. In any way I can get it. Kissing you.” He whispered, gently kissing her neck. “Holding your hand.” He continued, tangling their fingers together as he nipped at her neck. “But best of all, I love being buried balls deep in that sweet little pussy of yours.”

“Bedroom. Now.” Faye hissed, Henry popping up with her in his arms, all to eager to carry her back to their bedroom, closing and locking the door before Kal had the chance to squeeze his way in.

~*~

“Just pull it off like a band aid, right?”

“Quick and easy and it’ll be over with.” Henry agreed, wrapping one large paw around her hip and pulling her closer.

“Briar, can you come here for a minute?” Faye called, resting a hand on his knee.

“Hi Mommy!” Briar greeted enthusiastically, practically tacking her mother as she launched herself into her lap, stuffed bunny still in tow.

“Hi.” Faye giggled, situating her daughter in her lap. “Briar, Mommy and Papa have something to tell you.” Faye started, Briar turning her wide innocent gaze up to her mother expectantly. “Henry?” Faye delegated, looking up at him.

“Princess, you’re a big sister. Mummy and Papa are having another baby.” Henry explained, Briar staring blankly up at him for what felt like an eternity, processing what he just said.

“Where?” She finally asked, Henry stifling a laugh at her innocent question.

“The baby is in Mommy’s tummy.” Faye told her, taking her daughter’s tiny hand and resting it on her stomach.

“You ate baby?!” Briar gasped, her eyes going wide as she frantically pulled up her mother’s shirt. “I get you out baby!” She yelled, poking at her mother’s navel, Henry unable to contain his laughter this time.

“The baby needs to stay in Mommy’s tummy until they’re ready to be born. They’re still too little.”

“How baby get there?” Briar asked, continuing to poke at her mother’s stomach curiously.

“Papa put the baby there so they can grow big and strong.”

“Big and strong like Papa!” Briar giggled.

“Yes, like Papa.” Faye laughed. “So, Mommy’s tummy is going to get bigger and bigger as the baby grows, just like when you were in my tummy.”

“I was in you belly?” Briar whispered in amazement. “Papa tummy get big too?”

“Yes, you were and no, I don’t see Papa getting a big tummy anytime soon.” Faye laughed.

“Nope, no tummy.” Briar confirmed after pulling up Henry’s t-shirt and taking in his still firm, furry abdomen.

“Thank you.” Henry chuckled, pushing his shirt back down and kissing the top of her head. “So, is that ok with you, princess? Would you like to be a big sister?”

“Yeah! I help with baby!” Briar squealed excitedly, hugging her stuffed bunny close to her chest and bouncing on her mother’s lap.

“Will you show Papa how to take care of a baby?” Henry asked, Briar nodding her head excitedly.

“Yeah! I show you!” She agreed.

“Ok, how do you hold the baby?” Henry asked, leaning down to look her in the eye.

“Like this!” Briar explained, cradling her stuffed rabbit in her arms.

“Ok, I think I can do that. How do you burp the baby?” Briar flipped the bunny up onto her shoulder, smacking it on the back and looking up at Henry to make sure he was paying attention. “Alright. What about feeding, how do you feed a baby?”

Without missing a beat, Briar pulled up her shirt and pressed the bunny’s face to her chest, Henry bursting out laughing along with Faye. “Very good, sweetheart.” Faye praised around a laugh, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. “Now why don’t you go play with Kal for a little bit?”

“Kal!” Briar called, hopping off her mother’s lap and running off to her room, the canine hot on her heels.

“I still don’t think I’m going to be very good at breastfeeding.” Henry lamented, Faye snickering and shaking her head.

“Yours are still bigger than mine.” Faye pointed out, playfully grabbing at his chest.

“I’m not so sure about that anymore.” Henry teased, resting one hand on the side of his chest she wasn’t groping and the other on Faye’s swollen breasts, pretending to contemplate as he shamelessly squeezed at her chest.

“You may have a point. The only bras that fit anymore are sports bras. I’m gonna need to buy more. Sports bras and swollen tits are not a fun combination right now.”

“You have my attention.” Henry purred, perking up at her declaration.

“Henry, I’m going to be getting ugly nursing bras, not sexy lingerie.”

“Why not both?”

“Really?”

“What? You’ve been pouncing me at least twice a day for the last week. How is me wanting to see my gorgeous pregnancy fiancé in something sexy out of line?”

“Ok, first of all, I haven’t been pouncing on you twice a day.” Faye started, Henry raising an amused eyebrow at her declaration. “I may have suggested we get closer a few more times than usual, but it’s not like I’m barging in while you’re busy to try and get some. I’m not some sex crazed maniac.”

“You barged in on me showering twice.”

“You do that to me all the time!”

“And I haven’t been able to complete a workout without you demanding I finish with a round of couples cardio.”

“Have you seen what you look like all sweaty with your muscles all pumped up? It’s not my fault you’re irresistible.”

“I also seem to remember you surprising me in the gaming room and riding me while I was on coms playing world of warcraft.”

“Ok, so like one slutty instance.” Faye scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“There was also that time last week when we went out for dinner. You had your hand shoved down my trousers before the driver even finished putting up the partition.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was bothering you so much.” Faye grouched, crossing her arms and scooting away from him.

“You’re not bothering me at all.” Henry laughed, grabbing her hips and pulling her closer. “I’m just making a point. You can’t keep your hands off of me, and I’m loving every minute of it.”

“Wouldn’t mind your hands on me a little more.” Faye lamented, turning sideways on the couch and tossing her legs over his, leaning back to rest her head on the armrest.

“Are you hinting at something?” Henry asked, his fingers just barely skimming above the waistband of her leggings, a shiver following in their wake.

“Probably not what you’re thinking. My calves have been really tight lately. It would be great if my loving fiancé were to rub them down for me.”

“Are you sure that’s all you’re wanting?” Henry teased, his hands sliding down her legs to gently knead at her tense muscles.

“We’ll see.” Faye half yawned, already settling down for her usual mid-afternoon nap.

~*~

“Faye.” Henry started out sternly, crossing his arms and raising a brow at his fiancé as she attempted to look innocently over her shoulder.

“Yes, my love?”

“What do you have there?”

“Nothing.”

“So, it’s not another cup of coffee that I’m smelling?” Henry challenged, crossing the room as Faye sat the cup down on the counter, spinning around to face him.

“But… the baby…”

“The baby is the exact reason you asked me to make sure you’re not drinking as much caffeine. Remember what the doctor suggested? Only one a day.” Henry scolded, gripping her hips to pull her closer.

“The baby wants coffee.” Faye whimpered, giving him her best puppy dog face.

“Then the baby will have to settle for decaf.”

“It’s not the same! Why are you being so mean?”

“I’m not. You told me not to let you drink more caffeine than you should, so I am.”

“Can’t you just leave me alone for two minutes? One extra every now and then is fine!” Faye growled.

“Of course I can leave you alone. I’m doing what you asked me to, so don’t yell at me.” Henry stated calmly, reaching past her to grab the pot from the coffee maker, dumping it out and taking it with him to his office, wincing at her irritated ranting. She had been very clear and adamant about him monitoring, and limiting her caffeine intake, especially coffee. Unfortunately, her most recent craving had been exactly what he had been told to keep her from. Why couldn’t she just crave normal things, like pickles and ice cream? No, she had to be obsessed with something she couldn’t have, and now she was extremely upset with him for doing exactly what she had asked him to do. He could almost feel more gray streaking through his hair.

He was just finishing up a phone call with a contractor when he could hear her again, this time strangled sobs and quiet sniffles meeting his ears rather than her ranting. He was up and out the door in a second, almost running into her when he found her loitering just outside the door.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” Henry asked, holding her shoulders gently and leaning down to look at her more closely.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” Faye apologized, looking up at him with red rimmed eyes.

“Faye, please don’t cry.”

“I’m sorry, I just feel really bad. You’re just doing what I asked, and I started screaming at you!”

“Faye, darling, please calm down.” Henry soothed, pulling her closer and letting her cry into his chest. “I’m not mad, I know you didn’t mean it.”

“I’m so sorry. Please forgive me.”

“Faye, I’m not mad.” Henry insisted, kissing the top of her head. “There’s nothing to forgive. I love you.”

“I love you too.” Faye sniffled, wrapping her arms around his thick waist and squeezing him tight. “I’m sorry I was acting so crazy.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” Henry repeated, rubbing her back softly. “The builders are going to be starting later on this week.”

“Really?” Faye sniffed, looking back up at him, Henry cupping her face and wiping her tears away with his thumbs.

“Yes. I told you we would get it done in time. It does mean we’ll have to watch Kal when he’s outside now, make sure he’s not getting into anything.”

“This doesn’t even feel real. I’m engaged to an amazing man, pregnant with his baby, living in a house with more than two rooms in it, and now we’re building a guest house out back.” Faye half laughed, reaching up to rest her hands on his wrists.

“Well, originally I wanted to move back to Jersey before we started expanding out family, but well… that didn’t happen. I don’t think moving out of a house we just moved into while you’re pregnant is a good idea, and we don’t have any family that lives close. Next best thing is building a guest house so family can stay without everyone being under each other’s feet.”

“Are you still wanting to move back to Jersey?”

“It would be wonderful if we could, but only if that’s also what you want. I just wanted us to be closer to family.”

“Maybe after I recover would be a good time. Kinda sucks that we’re building just to sell the house not long after.”

“We don’t have to sell it. Unless you’re not wanting to come back here at all.”

“Hen, you have to remember, I’m not the kind of person that owns multiple houses. I’m used to renting questioningly inhabitable apartments.”

“Never again.” Henry stated firmly. “Only the best for you from now on.”

~*~

Five minutes. They made it five minutes before being interrupted. Four minutes longer than he thought it would take. He gave Briar specific instructions not to come into his office until the door was open again. He never should have said anything. She normally never went into his office, finding the room ‘boring’ even after she put stickers all over the back of the door and window clings to the window. Now that he had told her not to come in, she was looking for reasons to do just that.

The interviewer had just asked him a question, and he opened his mouth to answer when he saw the door opening out of the corner of his eye.

“Yes, Princess?” Henry sighed, smiling and turning his head to see her standing perfectly still in the doorway.

“Hi.” She whispered, quickly running over to him and throwing her arms around his leg. “I love you!”

“I love you too, Princess.” Henry replied quietly, gently removing her from his leg and shooing her off towards the door, “Papa’s busy right now, so you need to wait outside, ok?”

“Ok.” Briar agreed, sitting down in the open doorway and staring at him again.

“Can you close the door, please?”

“But I wanna see you.” Briar pouted, her face falling at his stern look, standing herself up and closing the door again. He could faintly hear her crying her way down the hall, his heart shattering at the sound.

“Sorry.” Henry apologized, shifting uncomfortably. He wanted nothing more than to go and apologize for pushing her away like that, but the interview wasn’t quite over yet.

“Was that your daughter?”

“Yes, it was.” Henry responded, unable to keep the smile from his face.

“When are we going to get a peek at your family? There have been rumors of you settling down.”

“Yes, I am settling down.” Henry agreed, “I have found the most wonderful, amazing woman. We don’t want the children to be drawn into everything, though. That’s a pretty big boundary for us.”

“Children? As in, more than one?”

“We do see more children in our future.” Henry skittered around the question. Faye had been adamant about waiting until they knew what they were having before announcing it to the world.

“Papa, I brought you something.” Briar’s small voice cut in, peeking her head around the cracked open door, holding up a sticker she had already peeled from its backing.

“Thank you, princess. Papa’s trying to work now.” Henry chastised softly, leaning down when she crossed the room to let her place the pony sticker on his cheek.

“Almost done?” Briar asked hopefully, batting her lashes at him.

“Almost. Why don’t you go get Kal’s leash on him? We’ll take him for a walk just as soon as I finish up here.”

“Ok, Papa!” Briar gasped excitedly, rushing out the open door again.

“That should give us about two minutes.” Henry laughed, turning his attention back to the screen. “I’m terribly sorry about all the interruptions. I would have come in person, but my fiancé isn’t feeling quite well, and I didn’t want to leave her.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” The interviewer assured, flipping through their notes again. “Last question, do you have any future projects in the works?”

“I have one movie that is in post right now, but I haven’t lined anything up right now for afterwards. I’m focusing more on family at the moment.”

“You’ve stated before that having a family was your dream. What’s it feel like to have it actually happening right now?”

“I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.”

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#guys like you #guys like you fic #henry cavill #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill rpf #henry cavill fanfic #rpf

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loser-writings · 4 years

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Your headcanons of A/B/O are amazing! 😍😍😍😍 since you said your requests are open, I wanna request some for Tenya! Robocop is so underrated and he is so nice!!!

Gosh I love him so much, but this was surprisingly hard to write! Guess that means I’ll have to do more for him in the future! Also also, I hope that you mean’t for Omega Iida since that seems to be whats hot rn on my page!

Tenya Iida

Tenya Iida, hands down one of the most desired people in UA. He was strong, always had the sweet yet faint smell of orange juice lingering on him, and he was incredibly smart. The only thing many didn’t know was that he was an Omega. His orange scent wasn’t the orange juice he drank everyday, but his natural scent that almost reminded him of Orange Sorbet. His constant need to follow rules was because his omega couldn’t handle the idea of any of his friends getting injured, so he would accidentally go to the extremes to make sure they were safe. To him, his classmates were his family and he refused to have them get hurt.

He was oblivious to the fact that he was really stressed, opting to sleep in his bed that was covered in blankets and pillows, unknowingly nesting every second he could to calm his racing mind. A single wax warmer was plugged into the wall by his desk since he was afraid to have a candle in his room, yet he craved other scents beside his own. He had a whole box full of the wax in his desk that ranged from the smell of leather, to the smell of rain, to sweeter scents. What he wanted all depended on his mood, and sometimes he would mix them to a variety degree of success.

He never expected any courting gifts whenever courting season came around, yet he was shocked to see a notebook and a set of pens laying on his desk, wrapped nicely in a blue and silver bow. Since he was always the first one into the classroom, he didn’t hide his excitement when he rushed over and started examining the pens, grinning when he realized that they were a set he had been eyeing for a while. Known to be good for left handed people since they don’t smear. Sure, he was ambidextrous, but he greatly favored his left hand. The notebook seemed to be fairly expensive too, known to be a favorite by people who journal or take notes often. Of course, he used his new materials in class that day.

The next day he was greeted with highlighters, a large bag of random stickers, and some washi tapes. His omega purred at the sight and he quickly ran over to examine everything, making swatches of everything in his notebook before finding one that was of him. He grinned bigger and placed it on the front before everybody started walking in. He was curious as to who could possibly be courting him, even managing to get distracted a bit as he tried to figure out who it could be.

By the end of the day, he had two large spreads dedicated to who he thought could be courting him with pros and cons to each person. He had to think of who he would accept the offer from and who he would deny. Just because this person was courting him didn’t mean he would accept, it truly depended on if they were compatible. With that in mind, he crossed out quite a few people from his lists and wrote down the reasons why he wouldn’t accept their courting.

He had no idea that you were running behind since he hadn’t even considered you to be somebody willing to court him. You were the number one in class 1B, highest grades and most potential, so of course he noticed you before. He walked into the classroom only to find you placing things on his desk, oblivious to the man you were courting approaching you slowly.

When you turned around, you yelped before falling back against his desk. His eyes widened and he grabbed you, pulling you into his chest so you didn’t fall. “I-I didn’t know you’d be here this early!” You waited for the other to let go before grabbing your bag. “Yeah I uh...I tend to come in early to get ready.” You let out a dry chuckle as you clutched your bag to your chest. “I should’ve expected that.” You scratched the back of your neck before noticing that Iida was looking at his desk, smiling a little.

On his desk was a large hoodie and another notebook, this one was clearly more special than the last since the book was bound in a blue dyed leather. The center of the cover had “Ingenium” in silver script and had a silver ribbon for a bookmark. His hand slipped over to it and he picked it up, smiling while looking at it.

“Did you make this?” He asked softly, seeing your note inside asking if you would meet him outside after class. “It’s really breathtaking. Thank you so much for these gifts.” Your cheeks were as red as can be, but you couldn’t help but smile a little. “T-They honestly made me think of you, so I got them and held onto them until I could give you them...I just forgot you are an early bird.”

He chuckled and nodded as he continued to look at the book before glancing at the large hoodie. “Did you scent it?” He asked as he sat the book down to take the royal blue fabric in his hands, smiling at how soft it was. “N-No I didn’t. I didn’t want it to smell like me if you turned me down.” You admitted which only made the omega smile a bit more before handing it to you. “Would you?”

Your eyes widened and you slowly nodded, taking the hoodie from him and rubbing it against your scent glands to get your scent on it. “Again, thank you so much for your gifts. They truly are amazing.” He said as he glanced back at the book again. “Not many hand make gifts anymore. I truly appreciate the more traditional courting gift.” His omega purred at the sight of the beautiful notebook just begging to be filled with notes, recipes, and more.

“Well...I assumed you would prefer tradition.” He nodded and carefully took the hoodie back from you. “I do, so I truly can’t express how happy it is that you actually made me something instead of just buying it.” You grinned a little. “My dad taught me that if you court an omega, do it properly. So...I did.” Iida nodded and grinned as he hugged the hoodie softly, purring with it in his arms.

“So...You wrote about going someplace to eat?” You perked up again. “Oh, Yeah. If you are accepting a courting date, I know a nice little hole in the wall at the edge of the city. I thought we could get to know each other better?” He hummed and nodded along. “I’ll meet up with you once class is over. Don’t be late.” He bowed before walking over to sit at his desk. You nodded quickly and smiled bright. “Wouldn’t dream of it. I’ll see you then!”

He watched you run out with your bag happily before turning his attention to the hoodie. He carefully laid it on his desk before resting his head on it, deciding that resting his eyes before class wasn’t such a bad idea.

#ABO Tenya #ABO Iida #tenya imagine #tenya iida #tenya headcanon #mha imagines #mha x reader #mha Iida #bnha imagines #bnha scenarios #bnha #bnha imagine #bnha iida #Omega Iida

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nctzendreamz · 5 years

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starstruck // part l

popstar!jimin x reader

you don’t care who park jimin is, and he likes it.

[guys I’m so excited for this! i hope you’ll love it just as much as I do. also all credit to disney for giving us this masterpiece of a movie.]

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✱ 5:00am ✱

you stared at the ceiling peacefully, taking this time to breathe in what you referred to as, “spring break air”. for one week, you would be able to enjoy yourself without the worry of projects, homework, and focusing in general. today was the day your scholastic brain officially shut down and took a nap.

“y/n!” a voice yelled through your door, scaring you off your bed with a booming thump.

“ow...” you whispered to yourself, rubbing your forehead gently, “yes mom?”

she opened the door, revealing a pained you on the floor. “what are you doing? we leave in five. you better have all of your things packed!”

“some of us have sensitive ears at 5am and get scared when people randomly yell at them, mother.” you said politely.

“yelling gets your point across easier.”

you took a deep breath. “you’re completely right. i’ll be down in four.” when she walked out of your room, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

“i felt that!” she yelled from the hallway.

✱ 5:05am ✱

you made it downstairs right on time. your little brother, sage, was sporting an adorable teal shirt that read “first vacay” in red letters. there was even a cute little shark on it. you could feel your heart clenching. “did you know that you’re the cutest boy in the world?” you squeezed his cheeks.

“y/n, i’m nine now. don’t baby me.” he removed your hands from his face.

of course he was turning too cool for you now. “you used to love me.” you fake cried, wiping away non existent tears. “don’t come talking to me when you think the plane is going to crash.”

“just because I’ve never been on a plane before doesn’t mean i’m scared to get on one.” he tried to sound confident, but you can hear his voice wavering just a tad.

you mocked his scared voice while tickling him, causing the both of you to erupt in loud laughter. “oh, don’t worry skillet. I’ll always protect you.” you cooed as you put an arm around him.

“wow. true brother and sister bonding.” your fathers voice spoke as you two felt a flash jumping across your cheeks. of course he already had the camera on deck snapping photos before the vacation even started. “it’s so beautiful.”

“yeah yeah dad. take my things?” you asked innocently.

“so because I’m a man I’m obligated to take your things? it’s 2019, y/n.”

“dad...” you sighed, knowing he was mocking you and your mother.

“no gender roles in this house. grab your stuff.” he winked, ruffling your hair and going outside.

“you’re just being lazy!” you yelled.

“says the one who asked me to carry her bags!” he yelled back in the same tone.

this family was going to make you question your whole existence.

✱ 6:25pm ✱

the plane ride was smooth, thank God. sage also didn’t hesitate to hold your hand during takeoff.

now the four of you were in a rented convertible, riding around the absolutely gorgeous Malibu.

“dad look! it’s an In-N-Out!” your brother yelled as you drove past the famous restaurant.

“can we go?” you asked.

“later, baby.” your mom answered. “right now we need to get to your aunt rachel’s and put our bags away. plus, aren’t you eager to see jasmine and roxy? it’s been three years hasn’t it?”

ah, jasmine and roxy. twin legends, and the only cousins you had that were your age. you did miss them a lot as you couldn’t help but become distant over these last couple of years.

“of course, mom. but food always comes first you know this.”

“shame you!” your family all said in unison.

✱ 6:35pm ✱

it didn’t take that much longer to arrive at your aunts house. you had only been here one other time when you were really little, but nothing much had changed. it was still the cute little beach house you remembered.

everyone was already outside waiting on you guys’ arrival. you wouldn’t deny that it brought a warm feeling to your chest.

“rach!” your mother screamed as she jumped out of the car, hugging her sister tightly.

“oh my! i’ve missed you so much.” your aunt whispered, tears threating to fall from her eyes.

you and your cousins held eye contact for about a millisecond before erupting in screams loud enough to open a coffin.

“y/n! oh my goodness look at you!” jasmine definitely hadn’t changed much face wise, only looking a bit older.

“me? look at you guys! you have boobs now!” you joked, recieving a hit from roxy. her and jasmine may have been twins, but it was clear that she wanted zero confusion. she spotted a blonde look, complimented with a nose ring.

“yeah? and your head got bigger.” she joked back. the three of you engulfed in a hug, jumping around in a circle. “we have to show you our room. compete makeover from when we were fifteen.” roxy squealed, grabbing your hand and running inside.

“we made your favorite!” aunt rachel said, taking her sisters hand in attempt to drag her inside as well.

“woah woah woah.” your dad interrupted, hands in the air, “you’re not gonna help us with the luggage?”

“we have gender roles here.” aunt rachel said, laughing evily before going inside.

“isn’t she just lovely?” her husband, cody, said causing the two of them to burst into laughter as well.

“is this the life of a man?” your brother said sadly, dragging your suitcase through the driveway.

“absolutely.” they said in unison.

when you walked into your cousins bedroom, you expected to see the typical pinterest aesthetic. you know, the lights hanging from each corner, a random quote sticker plastered on the wall, but no. instead there was one man and all his different photo shoots spread evenly across the room

“doesn’t our husband look great?” jasmine questioned with nothing but love beaming from her eyes.

“wow.” you said, taking a step to take it all in, “you guys really like park jimin i see.”

“girl, you don’t?” roxy questioned in a offended tone.

“i mean...not really. not at all actually.”

they both gasped in horror. “what!”

“can’t name one song.” you admitted, amused by their offense.

“we can’t be related,” jasmine began pacing around the large white room.

“there’s no way.” roxy added. she stopped suddenly, as she got a notification on her phone. “park jimin may be appearing at the echo tonight to surprise his girlfriend, sunmi.” she whispered to herself before freezing. “park jimin is gonna be at the echo tonight jas!” she yelled, running into her sisters arms.

you were absolutely terrified in this moment.

“how are we going to get there? we both just got our license so you know mom and dad won’t let us drive that far.” jasmine pouted. it took them about two seconds to turn sadistic eyes towards you.

“no,” you said, backing into the corner, “absolutely not. this obsession is scary.”

“please y/n! you can drive, and our mom will trust you to take the car.” jasmine begged.

“and this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. it’s fate. we just want to peek at him” roxy said on her knees now.

you took a deep breath, rubbing your temple as you were in deep thought. “...okay okay. just a peek though. we’re not gonna be waiting all night just for him not to show up.”

they both screamed in unison once more, scaring you to death. “ya’ll have got! to stop with that.”

“okay okay.” they both whispered. “we need to find you something to wear.”

“woah woah woah...i’m going just like this.” you began to fiddle with your oversized black tshirt.

“absolutely not.” they whispered harshly.

“how about this, i’ll stay in the car and let you do your peeking, and then we’ll come straight back home?”

“deal.”

✱ 9:00pm ✱

the three of you pulled up to the echo, you happily sporting your same outfit, while jasmine and roxy decided on a full face of makeup featuring a lot of boob. not that it was anything wrong with makeup and boobs. boobs were always great and if you were in their situation you would’ve found your own way to make your assets show.

“five minutes.” you said, instructing them with your fingers. “and you have to buy me frozen yogurt after.”

“that wasn’t apart of the deal.” roxy complained.

“i can pull off?” you threatened.

“frozen yogurt it is.” they said with fake smiles plastered on their faces before getting out of the car.

when they left the car, you decided a little music wouldn’t hurt. you didn’t know California’s radio stations, but you had time to channel surf, right? you found a lot of country stations, and rock as well, but you weren’t in the mood for that. the pop station would have to do for now. you didn’t know what was playing, but you liked it. it was a smooth kind of rnb that was almost adorable? the songs kept coming and coming, but irritation began to cloud your sense of hearing.

it’s been fifteen minutes, you thought to yourself, getting annoyed that you agreed to this. you could be at home doing something way more proactive, like laying on the couch and breathing in spring break air as you had planned from the start.

maybe you should’ve stayed in the car, but you couldn’t stay put. if they wanted to be embarrassed getting dragged out of the club by you, you could make that happen for them. just as you were about to pull the handle to open the door, it swung open, hitting you right in the head. you fell straight to the ground.

“oh shit!” a voice whispered. he quickly began to help you up before holding you in his arms to make sure he didn’t kill you. “are you okay?”

it took a couple of seconds to register his face, but once you did, you couldn’t believe your eyes. your cousins were gonna kill you.

#bts #bts imagine #jimin #bts scenario #kpop imagine

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #155 & #156

Wed Jul 31 2019 [02:56 PM] Wack'd: Thus continues the reign of Len Wein [02:58 PM] Wack'd: You know, you really didn't need to specify South America and Africa! Most places have some sort of wilderness! Also the idea that there are wild places untouched by man that you can safely make out as savage is basically bullshit but if it needed to be that for the "harder to tell which ones are the animals" joke Antarctica is a safe bet. Or the ocean

[02:58 PM] Wack'd: Also jesus I know only one of them is black but calling them animals is still a real bad look [02:59 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, Reed stops Ben from doing something stupid so he just does his usual "twists up a piece of metal public property to prove a point" shtick and moves on [03:00 PM] Wack'd: And then the Silver Surfer attacks! [03:00 PM] Bocaj: Analogizing criminals to animals is some real bad tough on crime nonsense [03:01 PM] Wack'd: Yes [03:02 PM] Wack'd: Calling it: someone has kidnapped Alicia to blackmail Norrin into attacking

[03:04 PM] Bocaj: "How many times do we have to go through this, man?" "A LOT I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS BENJAMIN GRIM" [03:04 PM] Wack'd: So Norrin tries to fly through Galactus' barrier again and his power gets drained so he crash lands in Eastern Europe, where he sees a poster declaring the area's queen to be SHALLA BAL! [03:04 PM] Bocaj: Hm [03:04 PM] Bocaj: HMMM [03:04 PM] Bocaj: HMMMMMMMMMM [03:04 PM] Bocaj: I might remember something but then again I might not [03:05 PM] Bocaj: I can say for certain that Norrin Radd constantly has too many feelings [03:05 PM] Wack'd: So it turns out Norrin landed in Latveria [03:05 PM] Wack'd: And Shalla married Doom [03:06 PM] Wack'd: Doom wiped her memory of Norrin and agreed to undo all he had done and release her if Norrin--well, guess [03:06 PM] Bocaj: Ffs [03:06 PM] Bocaj: Doom needs to stop marrying amnesiac women [03:07 PM] Wack'd: It's his fetish [03:07 PM] Bocaj: Kinkshaming [03:08 PM] Wack'd: Not sure what I like more, Doom's expression, or the way Norrin appears to have been stickered onto the panel

[03:08 PM] Wack'd: A rare instance where the expressive mask actually works [03:10 PM] Wack'd: Anyway, it cliffhangers into Surfer resuming his attack, begging for forgiveness

Fri Aug 9 2019 [07:01 PM] Wack'd: DOOM: MASTER OF SUBTLETY

[07:02 PM] Umbramatic: Subtlety is for lesser beings than DOOM [07:03 PM] Bocaj: Where do villains get hero chessboards? [07:03 PM] Wack'd: Where do you think Alicia gets so much money sculpting tiny superhero statues? [07:03 PM] Bocaj: IT ALL MAKES SENSE! [07:04 PM] Wack'd: Anyway remember that time Doom stole Norrin's powers? Doom has quietly retconned his memories so that, instead of being tricked into hitting the anti-Surfer field around Earth like a bird on a windshield, he simply decided that having superpowers didn't suit him and gave them back [07:04 PM] maxwellelvis: You love that retcon, don't you? [07:04 PM] Bocaj: Wait so Doom retconning his own memories is actually a storied historied thing he do and not just a squirrel girl jape? [07:04 PM] maxwellelvis: The "Doom mentally rewrites all his defeats in his head" one? [07:05 PM] Wack'd:

[07:05 PM] Wack'd: He's not owned! He's not owned! [07:05 PM] Umbramatic: Reed's ass tho [07:06 PM] Bocaj: That's not America's ass [07:06 PM] Umbramatic: nope [07:06 PM] Wack'd: Alicia touches all the butts. For art [07:06 PM] Bocaj: I appreciate her sacrifice [07:07 PM] Wack'd: Anyway turns out Doom is watching footage of last issue and is pissed off that Norrin refused to kill [07:07 PM] Wack'd: "How dare you weigh the pains of hell against the wrath of Doom?" is his reaction [07:09 PM] Bocaj: Wow [07:09 PM] Bocaj: That’s a really god bad guy line [07:09 PM] Bocaj: Good [07:09 PM] Wack'd: So Norrin brings Reed, Johnny, Ben, and Medusa back to Doom, "hypnotized", as Doom gives him shit for not doing a murder [07:11 PM] Wack'd: Mostly he's just teed off because he has all of this godly power and refuses to use it, but Norrin argues that restraint is far more a show of power than Doom's definition--"an armored hand across a quivering lip" [07:12 PM] maxwellelvis: That's another really good line [07:13 PM] Wack'd: Anyway there's a real quick power-cosmic-vs-sorcery pissing match before the two agree they're evenly matched and Doom has Norrin put Reed, Johnny, Ben, and Medusa in fet--er, torture devices

[07:14 PM] Umbramatic: kinky [07:14 PM] Bocaj: Gonna kinkshame Doom [07:14 PM] maxwellelvis: 'Course, since this seems to still be pretty early in the issue and the Surfer created these devices, I assume he's got some backdoor or something up his non-existent sleeves. [07:15 PM] Wack'd: Doom built these, he's just complimenting Norrin on getting them in the restraints [07:15 PM] maxwellelvis: Ahh [07:15 PM] Wack'd: Norrin: “What have you done to Shalla-Bal, that she can watch such cruelty in abject silence? And worse: what has an uncaring world done to you that you could've conceived it?” [07:15 PM] Bocaj: “Devil took my mom” [07:15 PM] maxwellelvis: That's the Surfer we know and love. Ready to wax philosophical at the drop of a hat. [07:15 PM] maxwellelvis: "My dad was killed because he couldn't doctor good enough" [07:17 PM] Wack'd: So Ben has Johnny swing his birdcage over to him so he can rip it open [07:18 PM] Wack'd: You know, like when there's evil opposites--just gotta get everyone to swap dance partners. Or torture partners [07:18 PM] Wack'd: Johnny uses a...piece of wood that was lying around? To smash Reed's device open [07:19 PM] Wack'd: And then Reed saves Ben and Medusa [07:20 PM] Wack'd: Then they go fight some robots and speculate that, well, none of this is really Doom's best work [07:20 PM] Wack'd: Let's not forget he once managed to keep them captive for like six issues [07:20 PM] Wack'd: So he's probably phoning it in, which means worse stuff later [07:20 PM] Umbramatic: oh my [07:21 PM] Wack'd: hahahahahaha

[07:21 PM] Wack'd: "Oh yeah those were my bad old robots, thanks for taking care of that for me" [07:22 PM] Umbramatic: ah, doom [07:24 PM] Wack'd: So it turns out Doom is just buying time so he can use a new machine to siphon off Norrin's,power to create a *new* Surfer. A Herald of Doom, if you will, which Doom doesn't, but he should [07:25 PM] Bocaj: He does [07:25 PM] Bocaj: Later [07:25 PM] Bocaj: In the 2018 run

#1975 #Len Wein #Rich Buckler #The Main Book

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