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wistfulrat · 4 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[the soft boi list is here and truly i’m not surprised this rec is going to be the longest bc if there’s one thing a bitch is going to do, it’s yearn.

as always! if you love a fic, follow the authors, leave kudos & comments, send them nice msgs bc free art is still labor xoxo]

part 3: soft bois

mood: for when I need respite, a balm to the all-consuming shittiness of life

includes: fluff, comfort, low-stakes, slow-burn fics. a wistful look, a rainy morning, an unexpected grace, a stupidly disarming joke. i could live inside these fics. the smallness of human lives removed from the site of that which hurts & irreparably changes. the story-equivalent of a deep breath after a long day. pregnant silences & pensive mundanity & shy smiles. banter with bite but without the cruelty. the color lavender. weirdly whimsical. soft fics are not necessarily conflict-averse (no drarry fic rly can be, considering the context) but, they offer the reader a generous distance from the initial harm. they’re the quiet cleaning up after a storm. sometimes healing is an exacting surgical knife and other times it’s a slow scabbing. you read these fics to be reassured that the way forward is not always ruthless. and honestly?? they deserve a semblance of peace godDAMmit.

The Way Down by @letteredlettered - 65k - T “and I thought that if someone talked to you as though you were a human being you might—maybe you could act like one” --the way i think about this line daily. the characterization of draco in this fic is one my favorites bc he’s earnest and neurotic and tired of harry’s shit. which is to say, he cares so so much. and harry doesn’t know what to do with that bc he’s got a monster in his chest and lives as a recluse. but they both humanize each other in ways no one else can. “you’re just a person” has to be some kind of drarry ethics of belonging and it makes me CRY. -

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them by @greaseonmymouth and dustmouth - 96k - T “Maybe it’s not about deserving it? Maybe you just get to have it anyway. . .I’m allowing myself to want something and to let myself have it and to fight for it.” --harry runs a daycare and also works at a library. draco spends a lot of time in said library. they bond over sci-fi books and therapy anecdotes and quiet philosophical conversations held over cafeteria soup. and harry’s struggling to understand his asexuality. draco’s learning how to live with anxiety and depression. they both want to be deserving of love. incredible fic with beautiful art by dustmouth. -

Open for Repairs by @drarrytrash - 35k - T “A few leaves rustle in the gutter and the muggle world pays no mind to them, to two lost boys holding on for dear life.” --all of their fics feel exactly like this. like you’ve been allowed to look at something private, tender, unexpected. draco, known abba fan, is a repairman in the muggle world & harry can’t stop breaking thrifted things in order to see him? say less, i'm thERE. also “I think I have a crush on you” goddddd - other faves by them: Counting Down By Ten - 2k - T: draco’s stepped outside of the party for a smoke. harry follows him bc of course he does. i could read this 100 times and not get tired of it. - Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon - 36k - E: FUCKING HILARIOUS I CACKLED THROUGH THE WHOLE THING. draco’s wolfy problem and harry helping him and harry being flustered by how much he likes draco and draco’s hot heroic moment. shutup it’s perfect. “He almost asks if Draco ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit all the time, but he knows that he, personally, never ever gets tired of being a miserable complaining shit.” and “It’s the traumas,” Harry says gravely” --lines that live rent free in my head -

Harry Potter and the Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks by seefin - 70k - E “That was the only logical thing to do here, wasn’t it? It was the next step, it was the end of hurting each other and the beginning of the exact opposite.” --harry lives with luna and neville and also he dreams about the future sometimes? and he keeps running into draco. draco thinks this is sus as hell, until he doesn’t. feat. taxi rides, museums, cinemas, rooftop conversations beneath a lunar eclipse, mid-sex innocuous banter, draco and harry discussing nicki minaj. this fic charmed my ass off. seefin writes the most effortlessly hilarious dialogues. i smiled at my phone like an idiot at least 7 times. - other faves by them: Wild - 93k - E: “he liked feeling needed, for the things that he was needed for back at the house in Ireland. For cooking and gardening and driving. Easy things.” --this shit makes me cry it’s so good. harry lives in Ireland with these three brilliant, hilarious, wandless witches and draco’s a potions student who's come to study under one of the housemates and the boys have so much shit to work through but their love becomes so tender and honest. draco yells at harry a lot and harry lets him and they both keep each other grounded in something real and fuCK. - Divination for Dickheads - 7k - G: “I’m terrible at having crushes. I’ve never played anything cool a day in my life.” -- oh harry, we knOW. a bus ride, a fortune teller, an aquarium birthday party. god i love this fic. -

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic - 61k - E “But we’ve worked so hard at this, haven’t we? Yeah, I know it’s a horror to have to talk about it, but fuck it. We’re friends now, but it took so long to get here. Have you ever had to work so hard at something before?" --the steady blossoming of their friendship in this fic is so goddamn beautiful i want to yell. it’s draco and harry learning to trust each other and the whole thing unfolds so slowly, in this whimsical mix of london streets, wizarding politics, church halls feat. a Hot vicar, and a magical antique shop owner who’s married to literal poseidon?? goD the environment of this fic. immaculate. [also there’s a tender shower scene that makes me cry every single fucking time so if you read this fic pls dm me so we can be embarrassing about it together tbh] -

Nice Things by aideomai - 22k - M “He kept waiting for the weird shock of touch to not knock him clean out of his head, leave him quiet and warm and happy.” --8th year. harry forms an unlikely friendship with draco that begins with smoking weed on a windowsill. harry is touch-starved and draco touches him like he touches all his close friends - like it’s easy. the quiet affection in this fic, the way harry burrows himself into touch bc he’s been without it for his entire life. reading this is like being held. -

Running On Air by @tinyhistory - 74k - T “do you remember when we were eleven?” --alexa play coldplay’s the scientist it’s sad girl hours and we’re about to fucking yearn. you’ve seen this fic rec on every drarry list under the sun and i'm here to be redundant. the hype is so goddamn real. this story is a lyrical masterpiece held together by lines that act as refrains that will rattle around your brain until you die, probably. draco’s been missing for 3yrs. harry goes to find him. it’s their odyssey of homecoming. -

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken - 12k - T “But Draco, Draco was everything but boring. Draco made sitting in the rain watching an empty house fun.” --auror partners pining and draco being eccentric and harry being very earnestly gay about draco’s eccentricities!! god this fic is so genuinely fun skskd feat. undercover missions, murderous faeries, a book heist, a stunning navy dress, harry’s eyelashes. -

How We Throw Our Shadows Down by @thistle-verse - 14k - T “Draco is about to say something else— to thank Potter for what he’d done, however poorly— but Harry is smiling at him again, and it’s so soft and perfect that Draco holds in any inadequate words, lest he spoil it.” --draco collects tea cozies and of course harry has the one he wants. the sad and tender gays are at it again feat. conversations in the rain at a train station, melancholy Blaise, muggle photos, wizarding e-bay, the Dursleys. -

Helix by Saras_Girl - 92k - E “Draco sighs in his sleep and Harry clings on to consciousness, needing to hold on, to give this tiny, insignificant moment the attention it deserves” --I think maybe you can describe every soft Saras_Girl story as giving tiny, insignificant moments the attention they deserve. like, this is an 8th year fic about snails and it’s full of whimsy, grief, compassion, and easy humor. an absolute must-read author in this genre if you want languorous, episodic fics full of distinct OCs and affectionate creatures. - other faves by them: Light up the Night Sky - 98k - M “Draco, sometimes you make my head feel like soup” --the one where harry is a fireworks artist and has a pet chameleon named ken. draco is on the wizarding arts council. they both pine like hell. - Headlights in the Snow - 71k - M “they stare at each other in silence, Harry’s heart beating so loud in his chest that he thinks the biddies must be able to hear it over the sound of their card game.” --the one where draco drives the knight bus and carts around the biddy club, a group of rambunctious old ladies who knit and drink tea and gossip. harry can’t help but fall in love with the everything about this. -

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 - 38k - T “Harry’s heavy thoughts lift at the sight, like dark clouds blown away from the sun by the wind. The tent doesn’t feel so cramped and stifling now. It feels cozy. And safe. It’s the same feeling that Harry gets when he’s at the Burrow for Sunday roasts, when a group of people who care for each other deeply are crammed into too-small a space.” --harry wanders to the lovegood house on a sunday afternoon. he’s baffled to see that luna’s taken pansy, greg, and draco under her wing. what follows is a summer of forest walks, scavenger hunts, gardening, water fights, odd cakes, faerie rings, and picnics. so many picnics. i love the pace of this fic, the innocent return to childhood things, the way luna brings out the best in all her friends. reluctantly soft slytherins are just *chefs kiss*!! -

Going Postal (A 125pg comic) by dustmouth - T what. a. beautiful. ass. comic. the wizarding fashion, the textures, the character design!! harry travels a lot for his job as a resourcer. draco works in the regulations dept. they pine like a bunch of lovesick idiots via field report notes. god i love dustmouth’s art. -

All the Earnest Young Men by @tepre - 29k - E “Draco is twenty-seven layers of personality wrapped up in drama and humour, and a wit so sharp it still stings when he doesn’t see it coming. But there is something below that, too. Something that makes Harry ache just looking at him.” --the way i would lay down my little life for tepre’s characterization of draco, whom invented the word earnest. he’s a magical art theory expert and portraits are disappearing all over London and harry’s the auror assigned to this case. and well. they’re both so very avoidant about how gay they are for each other and it’s like!! shutup and kiss!! which they do in fact, shutup and kiss. -

Trenches by sara_holmes - 3k - M “Somewhere in the distant part of his mind that hasn't frozen solid, he thinks that maybe he and Draco are about to become more than auror partners, smoking buddies, wine-mates and co-inhabitants of a snow filled trench somewhere in western Scotland.” --the plot line here is literally “it’s cold and i need a fucking cigarette” but let me tell you how I never tire of the shared loaded-silences of two emotionally repressed gays. -

The Years Before Love by lomonaaeren - 13k - M “That’s one of the meanings of peace, he thinks, as Hermione hugs him...That he can do things slowly, softly, without worrying that they won’t be there tomorrow.” --andromeda taking harry under her wing and harry finding solace in teddy. narcissa and draco showing up and the tentative relationships that slowly develop in the quiet calm of andromeda’s house. found families and kisses in the snow and special xmas gifts ugh what’s not to love -

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy - 35k - M “I want this to be a house where people are welcome, where they don’t have to be any one way or another” --in which harry collects lost things--owls, best friends, inept bakers, potions experimenters--and turns the mausoleum that is grimmauld place into a home. feat. your fave drarry tropes like shared-beds and reluctant waltzing partners. -

[part 1: thrillers | part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

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celestialrry · 3 years

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a little jealousy never hurt anybody, right?

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HIIHIHI this was requested by the lovely @angelsuestyles (their ask is in my recent posts!) ALSOOOO THANK YOU FOR 222 BILLION FOLLOWERS (∩˃o˂∩)♡ (not really but 222 :0 !!! I love all of you guys!! thank you, it literally means so much to me <<<<<333333)

edit: I forgot to put this in here when I first posted but this IN NO WAY is hating on Camille at all (she's literally so hot PLS! she just inspired harry’s 2nd album so she worked for the story) and you guys shouldn’t hate on her either!!!

summary: Y/N and Harry are idiots.

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and illusions to a boner ¨̮ ( I think that’s it...)

Y/N regrets quite a few things.

Like that time when she took her senior photo and didn’t realize the small bit of concealer she had blended under her eyes would flash back so much. Or when she was being introduced to a set of twins and even though she had been completely sober that night, accidentally ended up kissing the both of them, not realizing who was who (she didn’t even remember who she wanted to kiss in the first place). And of course, she regrets somehow being able to put a check in one of those super specific love-cliche boxes.

It really wasn’t her fault for falling for Harry. How could she not? Ever since he asked her to join him on his sophomore tour after she played some guitar for his album, she knew there was no way to crawl out of the hole that had just been dug. All thanks to her her friend Sarah, who introduced the two at her intimate birthday party, just months before Harry started producing and writing for Fine Line.

When an “Oh, shit! You’ll have t’show me sometime!” erupted from Harry after Sarah mentioned Y/N played guitar and even partnered with Mitch on a few projects of his own (that unfortunately, not even after Y/N’s begging, would never be released to the world), Y/N was sure that she would never end up showing Harry, and he was just being sweet. But when a few days later, Harry texted her explaining how he got her number from Sarah and asking if she could get together so he could hear her play, Y/N realized he had been serious, and well, the rest was history.

Harry had insisted she play for a track, then one became a few, then a few became practically the entire album, and soon Harry was talking about how “sick” it would be if she went on tour with them, and after arranging things with her uni and taking a leave from her job, she was ready.

Tour had no shortage of interesting moments, from the time Harry almost broke his ankle during rehearsal and tripping on the microphone wire (why he insisted it have a wire, Y/N had no idea) to Mitch getting really drunk after one show and blabbering on and on about British culture and how different it was from American culture, and YN was sure she’d never seen or heard him talk this much, but no one was complaining.

Y/N had found some sort of companionship in everyone on tour. Sarah had always been like a big sister to her, and the protective instinct really kicked in when they were in a different country, Y/N noticed. Charlotte was pretty new, just like Y/N was and they bonded quite fast over that, and their love for fashion they could never afford. Adam was more open and bubbly, and he took Y/N in like one of his own kids. She truly didn’t think being 23 was so different than everyone else being in their late 20′s and early 30′s but after being treated like a fragile puppy, she noticed that no one else felt the same as her-- she really wasn’t complaining though, it just meant she had all eyes looking out for her, and she kind of needed that to be honest.

Mitch practically became her older brother, and although he was a bit closed off and shy when they first met (which was a few weeks before Y/N met Harry) eventually he was joking around with just her, and teaching her new things on the electric guitar she hadn’t known before.

Finally, Harry. It would be an understatement to say Y/N and Harry got really close, really fast. He was always really good at making friends, but with Y/N it seemed they became great friends in a heartbeat. He opened up about almost everything, fame, missing home, his heartbreaks, his accomplishments, and everything in-between. Y/N did the same, told him how paying for uni was an absolute bitch (to which he offered to pay and she immediately turned him down), how her parent’s divorce impacted her own relationships (Harry had nodded in agreement with that), and about how being on this tour changed her life. By week 2 of tour, the two had become so close, even the fans had picked up on it just during their banter and contact during shows.

“They’re ‘shipping’ you guys,” Mitch had said, taking a sip of water backstage as everyone was gathered in the band’s dressing room. Harry was still getting dressed and ready, so it was everyone but him. “It’s quite cute, honestly.”

Y/N’s brow raised in confusion. “What- why? We act normal like we always do.” She pointed out, firm in her statement. A snort from Charlotte made Y/N turn her head to the strawberry-blonde and gape. “What? Do we- do we not act normal?” She asked, looking around at everyone, now flushing out of embarrassment. “You two act like you’re dating sometimes, love,” Sarah pointed out. “It’s nothing to worry about though, he’s just really affectionate, friends or partners, and we can tell you do too, so it’s inevitable that someone will mistake you guys for a couple.”

“Mistake who for a couple?” A familiar voice asked, and everyone’s gaze wandered over to the door where Harry had walked in with his billowing dress shirt, and dress pants for the night. “You and Y/N.” Adam said, and Y/N’s head had snapped towards him to give him a death stare, but before her eyes could burn into his skull, her attention was dragged away by an arm draping across her shoulders and the dip of the couch next to her. She turned to look at him, and he gave her a soft smiled before squeezing her shoulder with his hand. “Makes sense, s’like we’re practically married.”

“I’m waiting on a proposal.” Y/N said with a grin, and Harry smirked, pulling her in closer towards his body. “You’ll get one soon, pet, don’t worry.” The conversation had then shifted to Mitch and Sarah who were literally work-wife and husband, not yet anyways, but everyone knew he would ask her soon enough. Y/N always like this before shows, happy. Not that preforming and the adrenaline rush afterwards wasn’t enough, but everyone was always together, and she liked that a lot.

She also liked how Harry’s arm had slid down from her shoulders to her waist and how his fingers splayed across her hip, how they gently squeezed, and how his thumb mindlessly ran up down across her skin. It wasn’t an overstatement to say that stayed on her mind the entire night.

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Harry was always positively buzzing after a show. His narcissistic side loved it when everyone’s attention was on him for hours at a time, screaming his name and shouting their declarations of love. He loved to be told how talented he was, how handsome he was, and how funny he was, it was safe to say he had a bit of a praise kink, if he’s being honest. But if it was even possible, he loved hearing it all from Y/N even more than the thousands of people in the crowd. He told himself many times that it was just because she cared about him, and he cared about her, and hearing praise from someone he knows and respects (not that he didn’t respect his fans) was just so much more fulfilling.

So after every show when he’d rush offstage with he rest of his band, his attention always went to Y/N, waiting for her praise, and he always got it. He, of course, complimented her back, and watching her smile was more than enough to keep him happy the rest of the night. This night had gone the same as all the others, an amazing show, running offstage, and hugs and kisses being thrown around like a beach ball at a rave. “That was awesome H, your whale seems to get better every time.” Y/N had commented, and he had attempted helplessly to keep his cheeks from flushing. “I’ve just got strong lungs, pet. Could never compare to your guitar playing though, the real star of the show. Don’t tell Mitch I said that.”

She waved off his compliment and laughed, pulling him into a soft hug with a soft kiss on the cheek that he was still thinking about when they made their way to a bar for the night. He couldn’t take it off of his mind, not even when there was a pretty blonde in front of him, her hand running flirtatiously over his arm and her smile as blinding as the sun had been earlier.

Of course she was pretty, there was no way to deny it, she just wasn’t as pretty as Y/N. No one was, not after he’d laid eyes on her and began using her beauty to determine everyone else’s attractiveness.

So when his attention from the woman in front of him fades, he’s looking around for the familiar face that he can’t enough of. He meets Y/N’s eyes and immediately her own dart back to Charlotte, biting the inside of her cheek and praying he didn’t catch her staring at him with envy.

Envy of the girl in front of him, who go to express her attraction towards Harry without hiding it, and not worrying about if he feels the same way or not, because of course he finds the girl in front of him attractive, who wouldn’t?

It’s then, that Y/N starts to pity herself, physically and romantically. The partners she’s had before always seemed way too good for her, and she had never been the one to end it. To say that destroyed her self-confidence in the long run would be an understatement.

It wasn’t like she needed a partner to make her confident, no, she was perfectly capable of doing that on her own, but for the first time in a long, long time, Harry made Y/N feel really good about herself. Good about her personality, her humor, everything, because if someone she looked up to that much, if a man like Harry Styles wants to be friends with her? She thinks it just meant she was doing everything right.

So Y/N, in short, was jealous. So jealous and wound up by Harry showing attraction towards that girl, that everyone else seemed to notice she was a bit off. “Y/N, you okay?” Mitch asked from across the booth, his thick brows twisted in concern. “Hm?” She looked up from the wooden table beneath her to see everyone, sans Harry, looking at her with the most pitiful eyes she had ever seen, and god, did she feel disgusted. Disgusted that she had fallen so hard for a man she could never have, that everyone around her noticed and felt bad for her.

“I’m fine, but I think m’gonna call it a night. I’m pretty tired after today’s show.” She said with a tight-lipped smile, hoping it would convince everyone that she was okay. Of course it didn’t though and Adam caught on. “Funny, I was about to say the same. I can’t stay up late like I used to anymore, wanna catch a taxi back?” He asked, and Y/N nodded with a real smile this time, albeit the fact it was small, because she really didn’t want to go back to the hotel alone, and Adam always knew what to say.

Sarah and Mitch slid out of the booth to let Adam out, and Y/N simply stood up on her side because she had the outside seat. Harry was supposed to sit next to her on the edge, but seeing as he went to the bar to grab everyone another round and then ended up talking to someone else, that didn’t happen. She slipped on her light beige coat and grabbed her purse, slinging it on her shoulder as Adam put on his jacket as well. When Y/N looked to the bar where she had last seen Harry, he was still standing there animately talking to the woman in front of him, dimples prominent in his rosy cheeks, and all she could do was hope he didn’t notice the two of them slip out as they made their way to the door.

Alas, Y/N could never be that lucky.

“Hey! Where are y’guys going?”

Y/N and Adam turned around at the sound of his voice and that was when Adam went in full protective mode, slinging his arm around Y/N’s shoulders and pulling her in closer. She made a note in her head to thank him immensely when they escaped this bar.

“Heading out for the night, we’re both pretty pooped.” Adam explained, eyes darting from Y/N to Harry who now stood in front of them, his own eyes darting from Y/N to Adam then back to the girl who was now avoiding eye contact at all costs.

“Oh, alright then. Are- Y/N are you okay?” He asked softly and only then did her eyes meet his own. “Yes, I’m fine. I feel like such a baby when I’m around you guys.” She joked, her lips curling into a small smile.

Adam chuckled at that and so did Harry, but Y/N could tell the curly headed one was still concerned. “Well we gotta catch a cab, so…” She trailed off, her thumb poking back to the door.

“O-okay,” Harry nodded. “Get back safe, yeah? Have a good night.” He said in parting and Y/N and Adam both nodded, wishing him the same before turning back around and pushing through the door. Harry watched the two of them leave, and his stomach bounced around in an odd way.

The cold air whipped across the duo’s faces, and and Adam rubbed Y/N’s shoulder comfortingly as he hailed a cab. They didn’t talk until they were settled in the back and Adam told the driver the destination. “Wanna tell me what’s up? Cause I’m not gonna bother you anymore when we get to the hotel.”

She smiled at him and scoffed a bit before trilling her lips, a soft noise releasing from her mouth at the movement. “Um,” She began, running her hands through her hair. “I’m pretty sure you already know.”

At her words, Adam just raised a brow at her. “What? You guys all looked at me like someone just killed my puppy back there!” She defended, raising her hands. “Okay, fine, fine. It won’t help if you keep all your emotions bottled in though, you know?”

“Yeah,” She sighed. “I know.”

After getting back up to her room, doing her nightly routine (which really was just her washing her face, brushing her teeth, and changing into the t-shirt Harry gave her a few weeks ago and her Spongebob decorated fluffy pajama shorts that she got in college as a joke but really ended up being her favorite item of clothing she owned, other than Harry’s shirt, of course) she slipped into bed and began scrolling on her phone.

Only what felt like 15 minutes later, a knock on her door broke Y/N out of the trance she was in and she sighed a bit, pulling the covers back and grumbling as she made her way to the door, annoyed at whoever was behind it-oh.

Harry looked at her as she swung the door open for him and he immediately grinned. “Hi, love.”She could never stay mad at him. “Hey, H.” She smiled at him, still a bit confused. “What’s up?” He ran a hand thorough his hair and retained eye contact with her, before speaking.

“Sleepover?”

She nodded and let him in, and immediately he went to her suitcase without a word, pulling out some her biggest sweatpants and stripping to his boxers, slipping the joggers on and keeping his shirt off. Y/N suddenly was reminded of all of Harry’s tattoos she knew none of the meanings behind.

Sleepovers were common with the two of them, and they always occurred in Harry’s suite, Y/N on the way too comfortable couch, and Harry guiltily on the bed even though she insisted she take the couch because “We can’t have your back hurting when you preform!” And he couldn’t say no when she also said “Please?” and looked at him with those soft eyes.

So now it was a bit different, being in her room, because 1, there was only one bed that they would both consequently end up sleeping on, and 2, Y/N and Harry’s feelings had both developed a bit further than friendly (although neither knew about the other’s).

She hesitantly crawled back into her bed and patted at the area right beside her, which Harry quickly traveled over to, lifting his side of the comforter and pulling it over the both of them while Y/N leaned over to the night-stand and grabbed the T.V. remote. She plopped back into the pillows and started scrolling through random channels, trying to find a decent movie for the two of them to fall asleep to.

All the while, Harry was attempting to look at the T.V. but the light was shining on her face in a way that just made her look so pretty, not that she wasn’t always pretty, but she seemed to always look the best when she was in her natural state, no makeup, no nice clothes, it was just all so domestic and the feeling overwhelmed him when he realized he wanted to be the one to see her like this every night.

Her eyes darted from the T.V. over to her right where Harry was curled up in the covers, and she could feel the burn of his eyes on her. Now that really didn’t help with her insecurities, and as she continued switching through the channels she found herself burying under the covers more and more. Soon, she landed on a stupid rom-com that she’s seen a few times before but she never really knows what it’s about because her attention gets easily dragged away from it.

She puts the remote back on the table and flips back around to be face to face with Harry, who was now looking at her with furrowed brows. “Why’re you burying yourself under the covers?” He asked with a frown, and she lulled her head away from him then back, biting the inside of her cheek. “M’just a bit cold.”

His brows raised because he knew full well it wasn’t cold at all in this room, in fact it was quite hot, but he didn’t want to deal with her lying and thinking she could get away with it, so he pulled the covers off of himself, which actually cooled him off a good amount and piled them all on top of her. “Hey!” She cried out, muffled by the fabric on top of her. “M’hot, so I figured you could have my covers.”

He heard a bit of grumbling and the covers were flung off of the bed entirely in a few seconds, Y/N sitting up and leaning on her arms breathing a bit heavy and turning to Harry with a stink in her eye. He just flashed his signature cheeky grin and she grabbed her pillow and hit him over the head before placing it back and pulling the sheets over her body.

“Ow! You fucker.”

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Harry was sure about a lot of the things he did.

Like when One Direction split up, he didn’t remain in constant contact with the boys, and while it was difficult at first, they all needed a break, and it just made it so much better when they met up to hang out again. Or when him and Camille both decided it was for the best that they break up and they remain friends to this day. And of course, he was sure about bringing Y/N on tour.

She was possibly one of the best people he had ever worked with, and one of the best friends he’s ever had. He was sure about getting close with her, and he was sure about keeping her close. Only, now keeping her close meant keeping her arms length apart, because if he got any closer he wouldn’t be able to handle being with her any closer than a few little touches and hugs and cheek and forehead kisses, not when he couldn’t have her.

So it was safe to say when he opened his eyes the next morning with Y/N flung over him, her leg between his own, her arm wrapped around his chest with her face pressed into the junction of his shoulder and neck, and her warm soft breaths hitting his bare skin, making goosebumps pimple, he freaked out. 1, because friends did NOT cuddle like this, and 2, the close contact was making his chest clench and his lower abdomen heat up.

He let out a shaky breath and thanked his lucky stars Y/N was a deep sleeper, and slowly slid out from under her, ignoring how his arms were wrapped around her and his hands were touching her bare skin where her shirt (his shirt really, and that just made it about a billion times worse) had ridden up in the night. As he was pulling his torso from her body after getting his legs out, she let out a whine and her grip on his back tightened.

His heart beat wildly fast, so fast he wouldn’t be surprised if he looked down and saw it moving through his skin, and he stilled, terrified that she was awake. A few minutes went by, and she didn’t stir anymore, so after chalking her movements up to a dreaming Y/N, he moved a hand and gently took her soft hand off of his bare skin, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding.

Finally he’s out of bed, and slipping on the clothes he wore the night before, folding the sweats he borrowed and putting them back in her suitcase. He grabs his phone off the other side table Y/N never used and reaches her door, making the terrible mistake of looking back. Y/N’s face is smushed into the pillow he put under her head, her lips sightly open as she slept and her arms now curled around the pillow Harry had used last night, and he would swear on his mum’s life that she was breathing in his scent if not for the fact that he was certain she didn’t like him the way he liked her, and he didn’t want to barter his mum’s life on something so uncertain.

His chest clenched for what felt like the billionth time this morning and even if he didn’t know it then, he had already decided that he couldn’t handle this anymore, whatever this was, and began to push the sleeping girl out of his mind and heart, in order to save himself from future heartbreak.

。:°ஐ

When Y/N woke up, her bed was empty, and she had never felt akin to a bed until that morning.

。:°ஐ

The last time Harry really spoke to Y/N was the night he slept over.

It had been a little over a month since then, and she was trying really hard not to let it get to her, but seeing as Harry interacted just fine with everyone else, and his problem seemed to be with just Y/N, she couldn’t help the nagging feeling that she had somehow scared him off.

A week after he slept over, the only times he spoke to her were for performances and work-related things, and her mind had been swarming with questions. Did she say something about him, or to him while she was sleeping? Sure, she had a dream about him, but it wasn’t anything dirty (although that had happened a few times before), they were just at a carnival and there was a ride in which they got to fly, it was quite fun. Did she cuddle him too much? Sure she could be really touchy when she’s tired, but so can Harry if his wandering hands (only in appropriate places) when they had movie nights were anything to go by.

So her questions went unanswered, and her attempts to speak with him were fruitfully ignored, whether that be he pretends he didn’t hear her the first time, or if he excuses himself before answering because he had to talk to someone about something.

Everyone else in the band noticed, and Y/N didn’t know it, but everyone at tried to talk to Harry about it at least once. Adam mentioned how Y/N and Harry seemed to have drifted apart and Harry only hummed in agreement, making it obvious he didn’t want to talk about it. Charlotte had asked Harry if he was doing okay, to which he responded “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?” And she didn’t feel like it was her place to tell him that Y/N had come to her crying about Harry’s actions, or lack thereof, towards her and she didn’t know what was wrong. Sarah was blunt with Harry, telling him how it was obvious Y/N and him weren’t speaking and asking what had happened to which Harry shrugged it off and told her that “people grow apart”, and it wasn’t anything personal. Mitch had tried to the same, to no avail, despite being even more blunt than everyone else.

And that led them here, 15 minutes before Harry’s second, and last night in L.A. on his tour before they head to New York. He was quite looking forward to it, excited to see the few friends who couldn’t make it the night before. It was easy, going out with people after the performance, not having to think about Y/N as he drinks the night away.

He looked in the mirror in front of him, patting the invisible dust off of his pearl adorned blazer and pants, the wife-beater under his coat so thin his tattoos could be traced. Usually after he was dressed he would pop into the band’s dressing room just to shake off the nerves beforehand, but he stopped doing that after he began to push himself away from Y/N. There would be no where else to sit but next to her, and that didn’t help his overwhelming need to hold her. So instead, he made his way to the couch in his room, relaxing for the few minutes he had.

Y/N on the other hand was sitting in the dressing room with Sarah, Mitch, Charlotte, and Adam, all conversing about how ready they were, the energy in L.A. the night before had been off the charts, and they were more than excited to feel it again. All Y/N could think about, however, was that this just meant there was one more show to play, then tour would be over, and there would be no more reason to be in Harry’s band. Not when he clearly didn’t want to be friends with her anymore, and she thinks this is the worst she’s ever felt in a long, long time.

。:°ஐ

The first part of the show goes really well. Harry is hyping up the audience, and everyone is smiling. “She” was the next song they were to play after Harry stopped interacting with the audience and Y/N was excited. It was one of her favorite songs to play, and she loved just stopping and listening when Mitch did his solo. He usually did the more detailed guitar work, while Y/N worked with the backing chords.

“Alright, the next song we’ll be playing is “She”, let’s make sure not to get Mitch’s ego too high afterwards though.” Harry had laughed into the mic, walking back to the stand and clicking the mic into place. Then, it began. It was good, it really was, until Y/N noticed that Harry had faltered a bit in the chorus, and her eyes followed his own to the blonde hair in the VIP section. It was her, Camille, the muse behind this entire album. Her heart stuttered as she noticed he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was gorgeous, prettier than all of the pictures she’s seen.

And Harry was looking only at her in the crowd. It was then, that Y/N started to go a bit haywire. He began to sing the chorus, and she guesses her fingers held the pick a bit tighter, and strummed bit harder, because after 10 seconds of playing she realized she could no longer hear his voice. Almost immediately did she soften the strumming and look up to see Harry turn to face her, confusion and anger, maybe, written all across his face. She ignores it and continues to play until the song is over. She’s not listening when the crowd cheers, but she regrets tuning in when Harry introduces the next song on the set list, how he says that it’s possibly one of his favorites, and meet’s his ex’s eyes when he starts to play Cherry.

It’s then that Y/N breaks. She keeps her eyes down, and her strumming quiet, just incase she falters (which she does about 2 times), and when her mouth moves up to sing the backing vocals she realizes that her eyes are welling up and her throat is closing in. She closes her mouth and continues to play the guitar, missing Harry’s look back at her, and the rest of the band’s attempt to conceal the fact that she had stopped singing in the middle of the verse.

The rest of the show goes on, and her tears are held back when they all wave goodbye, and when they rush offstage, and when Harry’s hand brushes her arm that she’s sure was a mistake (it wasn’t), and they continue to be held back until she bursts into the unisex restroom just a mere 20 feet away from the dressing rooms. She locks herself in a stall and sits on the closed toilet seat, shaking hands covering her face as she chokes on her sobs, knowing she would never be enough for Harry, thinking about how he want’s nothing to do with her, and how big of a mistake she made going on tour with them, because if she didn’t, then she wouldn’t have fallen in love with Harry, and she wouldn’t be feeling this way.

What feels like hours, but was actually just 15 minutes of her crying all the tears she could cry, she decided it was better to mope in her own hotel room rather than in a public place where anyone could walk in. She steps out of the stall and doesn’t bother looking in the mirror, only washes her hands, then rinses her face, patting it dry with a cheap brown paper towel. She crumples it up and tosses it in the trashcan, walking out of the restroom to see Harry outside of his dressing room, his arms wrapped around Camille in an intimate embrace.

Intruding would be a good word to describe how she felt right then, and quickly did she speed walk the other way, trying not to let any more tears fall as she opens the door to the bands dressing room to see Sarah and Mitch packing up her things. One look at her was all it took to break the dam that held her tears, and she covered her mouth with her hand, her head falling down and her other arm wrapping around her stomach, maybe it would make things better.

Sarah quickly hands Mitch Y/N’s bag that held her sweats, sweatshirt, purse, and phone she brought to the venue, and takes the girl into a much needed embrace. She cried into Sarahs chest for a bit, snotty apologies from Y/N that Sarah waved off, insisting it was okay, and that she would be okay.

After calming her down a bit and receiving a hug from Mitch, she takes her bag and walks into one of the privacy divider boxes, changing into the clothes she would wear tomorrow on the flight, and tonight to sleep in. Mitch and Sarah lead her out of the venue with all of their arms locked, and bring her to the car, the hotel, and lastly her room.

“We’re right next door, if you need anything. Are you sure you don’t want us to stay?” Sarah asked, biting her lip in anxiousness. Y/N shook her head, her puffy eyes hurting from the movement. “No, I’m gonna be okay. Thank you- um, can-can you not tell anyone? I just-”

“Of course we won’t tell anyone,” Mitch interrupts her, making sure she won’t start crying again, because if there’s something he wants least, it’s to see her cry. “We’ll see you tomorrow morning, okay?”

Y/N nods, and they all hug and part with declarations of love and goodnight’s.

。:°ஐ

Harry just arrived at the hotel after a quick late dinner with Camille at her flat, catching up and eating some really good Chinese take-out. It was always good seeing her, they weren’t super close anymore of course, she had a new boyfriend now, he was there too actually, a really fine lad that he thinks Camille deserves, but he enjoyed getting to see her with no bad-blood.

So the night was going good, other than Y/N’s weird guitar mishap and her faltering voice during the show, that he couldn’t stop thinking about.

Well, it was going good, until Mitch called him after Harry sent him a text talking about how he was back at the hotel, and told him that he was really stupid. Told Harry that Y/N seemed really hurt earlier, and how he thinks that Harry ignoring her caught up to her. Of course, Mitch knew it was partially untrue, but to remain loyal to Y/N he couldn’t tell Harry why she was so upset, and exactly how upset Y/N really was.

Upon hearing this, Harry’s mood deflated and he rushed to Y/N’s hotel room, knocking a few times with a soft “It’s me, Harry.” through the door. Y/N heard it, but there was no way in hell she would open the door for him, so she feigned sleep and hoped he wouldn’t attempt to wake her up. “Are you awake, love?” No answer. “Pet?” No answer. “Okay, well, I just wanted to talk to you, um, but we can do that tomorrow, I-um, I’m sorry.”

He left, after that, leaving her to curl up in her covers alone, tears leaking from her eyes.

The next morning was anything but fun, they were to wake up at 6 and catch the 7:30 AM flight from L.A. to New York. Of course, everyone one in the band and a few others got first class, while the rest of the crew rode on Harry’s rented private jet, to hold all the equipment that wasn’t provided at the venue.

So this meant that Y/N and Harry would have to be stuck in the same cabin of a plane together for about 5 and a half hours. Luckily they weren’t designated to sit next to each other, but Harry had other plans.

He switched tickets with a hesitant Charlotte and got the aisle seat, where Y/N would have the window seat. He got on first, and got settled in, biting his lip in nerves, he wasn’t really sure how he would be able to explain away all of his actions to her, but he knew that he had to, he didn’t want to loose Y/N.

Y/N stepped onto the plane, flashing a fake smile at the flight attendant who obviously noticed her puffy eyes and frowning face. Her eyes darted from the row number and seat letter to the ones on the top of the cabin, and when she found the matching pair of seats, there he was, in all his sweatpants-sweatshirt covered glory.

Her mouth opened to tell him she didn’t want to sit next to him, but when he looked up at her with a soft smile, all she could do was close her lips and sigh, squeezing past him to plop down in the seat with the window.

He didn’t try to speak to her, and she did the same, but he really wanted to. Wanted to ask her how she was, what she had been doing when they stopped talking (or when he stopped talking to her), if her Mom was still working at the job she wanted to quit or if she finally did it, if she still wanted to get a cat when tour was over, but he just couldn’t.

He had no idea where to even start, does he talk to her, then hope the conversation will lead to a place where he can apologize, or does he just apologize straight up, but have no explanation as to why he hurt her in the first place.

The internal battle lasted until they landed, when they got off the plane, traveled to the hotel, and when they went to their respective suites.

Y/N considered herself lucky that Harry had decided to not speak to her on the flight. That wouldn’t have given her an option to opt out of the conversation, and she knew he was smarter than that. She didn’t know however, that when she opened the door to her hotel room after a hasty knock, expecting another member of the band, that Harry would be standing in front of it, his eyes widened in anxiety.

“Wh-”

“I’m sorry,” he blurted out, interrupting her and walking past her into her room that she hadn’t invited him into. “I’m so sorry for ignoring you, and-and not talking to you when you tried to talk to me. You didn’t deserve it, I’m sorry.”

Her brows raised in surprise and she shut the door behind him, staying near the entrance. As her mouth opened to accept the apology, her mind raced through how she had been feeling the past month and instead she said, “It’s been a fucking month Harry, I-I thought everything was fine, and then one day you just decided to cut me out?”

“I know,” He stepped closer to her, guilt rushing through him. “I know, it was stupid of me, and I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t even know what to say. You wouldn’t even look at me on the flight and I-“

He was interrupted by her walking up and pushing her finger against his chest. “I wouldn’t talk to you?” She scoffed, tears brimming her eyes. “I-what did you expect after you pushed me away for a month, no warning, no reason-”

“Of course I had a reason!” Harry raised his voice, eyes watery as well. “I fucking love you! That’s why, and-and we were getting too close than friends should, and I couldn’t handle not being with you.”

Silence.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m so sorry-mmph!”

His apology was silenced by her lips on his, and his eyes widened as he realized what was happening. They fluttered closed, and his arms wrapped around her torso, while her hands were placed on his cheeks and wowthiswasreallyhappeningandhewasn’tdreamingwashedreamingnohewasn’t-

Y/N pulled away with a deep breath in and laughed a bit, her forehead resting against his. “If you didn’t catch on with that, I love you too.”

Harry laughed and cheekily grinned, pulling her even closer than she was before. “Really? I’m not sure I got it, can you help me understand a bit more?”

She swatted his chest and kissed him once more. “Cheeky bastard.”

#stillcantbelieveharrywonagrammy #stillsadaboutpostponedtour #itswhateverthough #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #mitch is my favorite person

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ficletsbynaria · 4 years

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(Characters of your choice) if possible, could you do some of the boys with a s/o with a huge dog? And the boy's reaction to the big ol' floofer? I have a Great Pyrenees and he is literally the sweetest dog ever, and when he's on his hind legs, he's as tall as me. It'd be fun to see how some of the lads would react!

okay I searched up great pyrenees and !!!

THEY’RE THE ABSOLUTE CUTEST I WANT 50. as a fellow dog lover (and owner of a floof chowchow), I enjoyed making these hcs that I ended up making it longer than I planned it to be oops 😳😳😳🤪

I went and chose my bnha bois: kiri, baku, mido, and mirio for the headcanon :>> since they scream dog lovers pls excuse my dumb nicknames for the boys lmao

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1,789 words

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Togata Mirio

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: none

𝙺𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊

★ when you told him about having a pet dog, he was ELATED

★ like he was more excited about it than you ever saw him

★ maybe u were jealous about it even

★ and when you described your doggo as one belonging to a huge breed

★ he was so enthusiastic about it

★ asking how big they were, how playful they acted

★ bb boi just was so excited about dogs

★ finally you two got home and Kiri almost passes out

★ YOUR DOG WAS A BIG BALL OF FLOOF

★ your baby was a samoyed and she was the prettiest ever

★ kiri most likely fell in love again

★ your dog absolutely loved Kiri

★ it was love at first sight basically

★ he was so mesmerized by your dog’s fur

★ described it as a cloud that he can hug

★ calls your doggo ‘cloudy’ as a nickname

★ it’s even funnier and cute bc cloudy looks so soft while Kiri’s quirk is hardening

★ opposites truly attract

★ cloudy and kiri just enjoyed each other’s presence so much

★ cloudy thrived in Kiri’s love and attention

★ and your boyfriend had enough to give her just that

★ your big doggo and your big strong bf

★ it looked like the perfect family portrait

★ I think you almost cried while staring lovingly at them

★ and while u had your tears of joy

★ both cloudy and Kiri noticed your mood shift

★ and they just shower you with kisses !! (dog kisses included)

★ kiri DEMANDED you three take a picture together

★ and he talked about bragging on how he had the best s/o AND THE GOODEST GIRL in the whole wide world (kiri’s words not mine)

★ those muscles aren’t just for hero work wink wonk

★ they’re for giving hugs and holding your huge doggo up in his arms

★ kiri loves your dog and cloudy loves kiri

★ you love them just as much 🥰🥰

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚐𝚘𝚞

★ you mentioned your dog in ur convos with Baku before

★ but never really stated what kind of breed your dog was

★ and Baku never really asked about it so meh

★ so when you actually introduced your dog to him, it was hilarious and terrifying at the same time

★ your Neapolitan mastiff was very protective of you (and he was huge AN ABSOLUTE UNIT HAVE YOU SEEN THEM)

★ as was Bakugou (the protective one I mean but the huge part can also apply hmmm)

★ you were worried they’d actually fight with each other

★ your dog would win no cap

★ but Bakugou does not condone violence against animals *chefs kiss*

★ your doggo had a really close bond with you so it’s understandable that he would be wary of any stranger

★ you ended up becoming the mediator between Baku and your dog

★ but eventually, you had to leave them both alone in the living room (rip), since you had to go fetch (lmao fetch get it) something in your kitchen

★ fear for your bf and dog’s lives intensifies

★ your dog had this intimidating aura that scared off strangers, considering his size and all

★ and Baku was the type that challenged every person he’s met, with a fight

★ so both boys might not be compatible sigh

★ you wondered if Baku preferred smaller dogs (plot twist he loves every dog no matter the size)

★ that is until you were almost in the living room and spotted Baku kneeling to your dog’s level

★ you hid in the corner and watched everything unfold

★ you ALMOST choked on your spit when u heard Baku CONVERSING with your doggo

★ it’s not that the whole act was stupid, you’re just surprised that it was something Bakugou would do

★ eavesdropping a little more, you heard Baku sigh

★ “look we’re here for them for the same thing”

★ “I want to take care of them and you want to protect them”

★ “so we should just get along and cut the bullshit”

★ that was the most rational thing you ever heard from Baku

★ and he was saying it to your DOG

★ if your mastiff could talk, you think he would’ve agreed.

★ instead, as you peeked, you saw your dog slowly lowering their guard around Baku

★ probs sensing that he means no harm

★ and just ??? NUDG ES HIS HEAD ?? on Bakugou’s hand ?? (omg can u imagine that would be so 🥺🥺🥺🥺)

★ SO BAKUGOU JUSTS LOVINGLY PETS HIM ???

★ your heart exploded with uwus

★ you might’ve uwued loudly bc Baku and your doggo noticed your presence

★ Baku was about to shout at you for spying on him

★ BUT YOU SWEAR you saw your dog give Bakugou a warning look

★ Baku chose to shut up instead cus he knows your doggo ain’t playing

★ but you’re absolutely sure that Bakugou and your mastiff liked each other now

★ bc yes they do have a common goal,, and that is love and protecc u uwu

★ bonus: Baku insists you call him ‘lord explosion murder’ and you reluctantly agree

★ extra bonus: your dog loves it

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

𝙼𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚢𝚊

★ you were very sure that Mido was a dog person

★ even before you two dated

★ you had your own doggo and she was a sweetheart 🥺🥺

★ exactly like Midoriya

★ when you dated him, you kept the ‘owning a dog’ part secret from Midoriya for personal reasons

★ just so you could see the surprised and joyful expression on his face when he met her

★ so when you actually invited him over to your house

★ your dog came over and greeted you happily !!! doggos are so pure i love it when mine does that

★ and you saw Midoriya freeze, shortcircuit, then internally fangirl at your dog in the span of 5 seconds

★ your Saint Bernard noticed Midoriya’s excitement and went over to greet him too

★ your doggo was snuggling up to Mido and the sight was just 🥰🥰🥰

★ two cinnamon rolls being the most adorable

★ speaking of cinnamon rolls, Mido started calling her ‘cinnamon’ because of her fur’s color

★ so Midoriya kept asking, whenever he got the opportunity, to take cinnamon out for a walk

★ you happily obliged, bc that whole scenario seemed so purifying in theory

★ your big doggo with your smol bf, a healthy balance

★ walks with cinnamon and Mido would be an experience in itself

★ like you’re used to people commenting about how big your dog was and how they’re kinda intimidating

★ but Mido being Mido, would overhear people who would say that and just go “actUALLY”

★ and he drones about how cinnamon’s breed is family-friendly and very gentle

★ so there’s nothing to be afraid of PSA IT’S NOT THE DOG’S FAULT IF THEY’RE AGGRESSIVE,, IT’S THE OWNER THAT MADE THEM LIKE THAT ! ok moving on

★ you’re so grateful to have Mido by ur side AND defending your dog get a man like Midoriya

★ when the people are actually educated by Mido’s lecture, they ask if they can pet cinnamon

★ you say yes, and cinnamon is just happy to receive some love and attention

★ Midoriya even convinced some parents to let their kids play with your dog (with u and ur dog’s consent ofc)

★ the walk turned into the cutest playdate ever

★ and you see cinnamon just giving Mido sum kisses and your heart just did 10 backflips

★ in conclusion, Mido + big dog = wholesome content

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚘

★ OF COURSE MIRIO SCREAMED DOG LOVER ENERGY

★ i will hold onto this hc on my deathbed

★ n e ways

★ ITS ALSO A HUGE (lmao ok I should stop) PLUS THAT YOUR DOGGO WAS BIG

★ and Mirio was just a big ol hunk himself (you can confirm the big part if u know what I mean)

★ so it was a match made in heaven

★ you mentioned to him about having a doggo at home and he was all giddy

★ when he asked about the breed, you told him yours was a Bordeauxdog

★ he immediately searches up what they look like

★ and stars were shining in his eyes 🥺🥺

★ “They’re like me!” he exclaimed and you wholeheartedly agreed

★ the day came when Mirio and your dog would see each other

★ you promised to bring your doggo to him at the park, since Mirio saw that the breed needed to be active outdoors and suggested a morning jog lmao great idea mirio jk

★ 5am and you were there at dawn just bringing your huge boy to the park

★ can you imagine walking a very big dog at the crack at dawn,,, that seems so cool tho

★ You spotted Mirio stretching in the distance and called out to him

★ once he noticed you he l i t e r a l l y ran over to you and your doggo

★ he had so much energy for someone who woke up before sunrise

★ your dog was mostly the same too, mimicking Mirio’s excitement BIG UWU

★ just two excited boys and you were there, too tired to even find it cute

★ but their interaction was a good enough reason to be happy about waking up in the morning 🥰🥰🥰

★ Mirio volunteers to jog with your dog, and you saw that your doggo already warmed up to Mirio and that you were too dead in the inside to actually jog, so you let them have their fun

★ a few paces behind mirio and your doggo, you saw how fitting the scene looked

★ Mirio looked more like your dog’s owner than yourself, the connection was so natural

★ You wanted to slap Mirio over the head for wanting to call your dog ‘Junior’ since you said they were so alike

★ Mirio and his weird nicknames but its kinda cute ngl

★ after the jog, you and Mirio just passed out on your bed, worn out from the exercise and waking up really early

★ Both of you had a peaceful cuddle session

★ SIKE

★ It just so happened that junior likes your bed and claims it as his own

★ and he so conveniently forgot that you and Mirio were lying on it

★ MIRIO WAS ALREADY BIG ENOUGH IN YOUR KING-SIZED BED

★ having a Bordeaux dog settle himself on your bed was anything but pleasant

★ he lied down between you and Mirio (almost suffocating you) and you swore Mirio was just laughing at your demise

★ you maybe have to ban both boys away from your bed 🙄😳

#ficletsbynaria #doggo anon #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #midoriya izuku #midoriya x reader #mirio togata #mirio x reader #bnha

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autistic-girl-academic · 4 years

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Cookie Run OCs

gdi apparently one of the cookies in cr kingdom is named licorice cookie so screw it i’m biting the bullet and posting my half-baked (ha) oc ideas now even if some of them have already been taken anyway. sorry there’s no art bc i’m terrible with digital stuff and can’t access a scanner to upload my drawings. there are almost certainly going to be more to come later because this game refuses to leave my brain.

Black Licorice Cookie: The powerfully astringent flavor of black licorice certainly isn’t to everyone’s taste - and that’s just the way Black Licorice Cookie likes it! This daredevil of a Cookie loves nothing more than testing her limits, so she’s always on the lookout for something to get her adrenaline pumping. That doesn’t mean she isn’t without her sweet side, however, which comes out most strongly when protecting her precious little sister. Get between them at your own risk!

Red Licorice Cookie (Sibling): Don’t mess with my little sis if you know what’s good for you!

Mustard Cookie (Trust): Nobody else gets me like Mustard Cookie does!

Kiwi Cookie (Friendly): Hey, I’ve got an idea for some cool bike tricks!

Roll Cake Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride in that road roller and smashing things is such a rush! WHOO!

Initially I had the mental image of her as a Cookie with a web design and a spider pet, but then Truffle Cookie came out, so now I pretty much picture her skill being that she runs a Ninja-Warrior-style obstacle course or something. Maybe her pet could be a black cat instead?

Red Licorice Cookie: Between the fruity fragrance of her signature red hair and her sweet, outgoing personality, it’s no surprise that this Cookie is so popular! Red Licorice Cookie is a champion at gymnastics with plenty of fans, and performing with the ribbon is where she shines the most. She and her older twin sister might be as different as night and day, but their bond is as strong as a thousand strands of licorice twisted together!

Black Licorice Cookie (Sibling): I’ve got the coolest big sis in the world!

Cheerleader Cookie (Trust): Cheerleader Cooke is my BFF!

Yoga Cookie (Friendly): She’s helped me train to be much more flexible for my routines.

Skating Queen Cookie (Admiration): I can’t believe I actually got her autograph!

At first I imagined her as being a sort of epic version of Cheerleader Cookie, performing double dutch with a few friends much like the cheer team. Her pet would be a charm bracelet.

Oatmeal Cookie: Every day at the crack of dawn, this dutiful cowgirl is already hard at work, keeping a watchful eye over her herd with the help of her trusty steed, Raisin. If even a single cow goes missing, Oatmeal Cookie won’t rest until she’s got them home safe and sound. The tricks she can perform with a lasso will certainly knock your socks off! And when the sun starts to set, you can hear the sound of her yodeling from far across the plains.

Peanut Butter Cookie (Family): I’m the luckiest Cookie alive to have such a beautiful gal as you...

Knight Cookie (Friendly): You sure know how to burn the breeze!

Adventurer Cookie (Friendly): Nice hat ya got there, pardner!

Space Doughnut (Tension): Hey, stop spookin’ my herd!

Her skill would probably involve dodging obstacles on her horse while catching some runaway cows, and her pet would be a cowbell.

Peanut Butter Cookie: There’s nothing better for a boost of energy than some delicious, nutritious peanut butter! And forest ranger Peanut Butter Cookie definitely needs that energy, as she spends every day traversing the woods to keep them safe. Whether she’s helping Cookies who have gotten lost find their way home or rescuing woodland critters from danger, you can always depend on Peanut Butter Cookie. She’s especially fond of younger Cookies and enjoys teaching them wilderness survival skills.

Oatmeal Cookie (Family): She and I pack each others’ lunches every day.

Pancake Cookie (Friendly): Be careful climbing trees for those Acorn Jellies, dear!

Cream Puff Cookie (Friendly): I’m sure you’ll get that spell right next time, hun.

Fig Cookie (Trust): They’re always eager for me to tell them stories.

Fire Spirit Cookie (Tension): You keep those flames away from the forest, you hear?

You can probably tell by now that I’ve put like 0 thought into any of my Cookie OC’s skills. Anyway, her pet would be a bear that she helped when it was a cub, who shows up to help her by smashing obstacles.

Coconut Cookie: The Tropical Soda Archipelago has a long history of telling stories through traditional dance. Coconut Cookie comes from a long line of those dancers, and Cookies will flock from every island to watch her perform. Crowned with a garland of bright yellow coconut blossoms, she moves with the utmost rhythm and grace. It’s said that she practices every day so that she can bring peace and good fortune to the islands.

Mango Cookie (Trust): My best friend since we were little - I remember his very first boat!

Ananas Dragon Cookie (Admiration): The Dragon honored my ancestors by praising their dances.

Soda Cookie (Friendly): Going for a ride on the waves is the best, isn’t it?

Squid Ink Cookie (Friendly): Poor little thing, there’s no need to be shy.

My first thought was for her to make a sort of bubble shield out of coconut oil, like Lemonade Cookie but without the magnetic effect (maybe slower energy drain instead?) - I’m still undecided about it though. Her pet would be a bunch of coconuts who make coconut milk potions. Also, I picture her being related to Artichoke Cookie, but he’s not in Ovenbreak...YET? (pls devsis)

Honeycomb Cookie: Out in a charming little cottage atop a hill lives Honeycomb Cookie - and her many hives of Jelly Bees. Years upon years of working with the bees has allowed her to understand them so well, it’s almost as if she talks to them! If you happen to arrive on her doorstep, you can be sure that she’ll treat you to some delicious tea sweetened with honey and send you on your way with a basket of homemade treats.

Herb Cookie (Family): My cute little grandson certainly inherited the family green thumb.

Spinach Cookie (Trust): Oh, how sweet of you to bring me a basket of vegetables, dearie!

Fairy Cookie (Friendly): Ah, you’re so small I mistook you for another bee.

Matcha Cookie (Friendly): A bit of a strange one, but it’s nice to have some laughter over tea.

Not sure what her skill would be, but I think her pet would be a queen Jelly Bee that grows from a baby to an adult as you collect more jellies.

Souffle Cookie: A chef famous for turning simple Jellies into extravagant and delicious meals. Though he can come off as strict and a bit intimidating, he truly does care about creating good food for every Cookie who comes to his restaurant. Souffle Cookie is quite the perfectionist, so if a recipe doesn’t come out as planned, he tends to sulk so badly that even his fluffy chef’s hat deflates! But it never lasts long before he throws himself back into his work with renewed passion.

Sparkling Cookie (Trust): My cooking and your juice is the ultimate combination!

Sandwich Cookie (Admiration): To create such simple but delicious meals...C’est magnifique!

Mala Sauce Cookie (Friendly): Just watch, I’ll create a meal more than spicy enough to satisfy you!

Dr. Wasabi Cookie (Tension): I am NEVER using your syrup as a ‘secret ingredient’ EVER again!

Again, not sure what his skill would be, but maybe his pet could be a spoon. Sous-chef Spoon?

Rainbow Sugar Cookie: Sugar Cookie was always painfully shy and never considered herself all that important. However, everything changed when she met Rainbow Puff, a creature who begged for her help in protecting the happiness of Cookies everywhere from the wicked Dark Puffs. Bestowed with a magical wand, she becomes Rainbow Sugar Cookie, chasing away darkness with prisms of joyous light! RAINBOW...BEAM!

Pink Choco Cookie (Trust): The two of us would make a perfect team!

Wind Archer Cookie (Admiration): Wow...what an amazing warrior...

Sandwich Cookie (Friendly): She makes the best toast as a snack on the way to school!

Dark Enchantress Cookie (Rival): I won’t let a villain like you make other Cookies suffer!

Pomegranate Cookie (Tension): Why are you helping the Darkness?

Originally her name was Glitter Cookie, but then Shining Glitter Cookie got announced. In any case, she’d pretty much be an epic version of Wind Archer Cookie, fighting a big ‘boss’ monster once enough little ones were defeated with her magic.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie: Trick or treat! Wait, is it Halloween already? The answer doesn’t really matter to this young Cookie, who loves trick-or-treating so much that they never take their costume off! If you don’t have Jellies to give, then get ready for a mischievous trick! But if there’s one thing they love more than getting treats, it’s sharing them with friends, so don’t be shy and join in the fun!

Candy Corn Cookie (Trust): My bestest trick-or-treating buddy!

Devil Cookie (Admiration): WOW! What a great costume!

Apple Cookie (Friendly): Here, candy apples!

Onion Cookie (Friendly): Trick o- um, please don’t cry...

Vampire Cookie (Tension): Hey, don’t fall asleep when I’m trying to trick you!

I thought I was in the clear with this OC when we got Truffle Cookie for Halloween...but then Pumpkin Cookie was an NPC later, lol. At least the name was an easy change. Their skill would basically be like a slower version of Chestnut’s, where you go up to houses and trick-or-treat.

Candy Corn Cookie: This Cookie used to be a scarecrow who stood in the middle of a big field of candy corn. However, they wanted to travel the world, so one night they wished upon a star...and miraculously, their wish was granted! Bursting with curiosity, Candy Corn Cookie is full of questions about everything they see. They still have a habit of chasing birds wherever they go, though.

Jack-o-Lantern Cookie (Trust): This ‘trick-or-treat’ thing is really fun!

Alchemist Cookie (Admiration): Wow, this Cookie knows lots of things!

Blueberry Pie Cookie (Friendly): Ooh, what’s in all these ‘book’ things?

Mocha Ray Cookie (Friendly): Cookies can really live under the sea? WOW!

Carrot Cookie (Tension): Aw, I don’t wanna go back to the farm yet!

Candy corn apparently used to be called ‘chicken feed’, so their pet would probably be a chicken. Again, not sure about the skill.

#cookie run #cookie run oc #cookie run ocs

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could u pls write something where an omega is going through heat and an alpha on their rut (maybe the omegas heat triggered it?) and both feel miserable but try to take care of each other anyway? maybe the alpha tried helping the omega but ended up feeling sick too? idc which members you choose tbh, whichever ones you see fit for this, thank you if you decide to write this!

this is the ask that inspired the whole au :>> enjoy

heats were, and always had been, a pain in jimin’s ass. there was nothing exciting about spending half the week rotating between crying over spilling water to holing up in the bathroom with stomach pains to having his appetite go haywire.

the symptoms were different with every omega. some experienced no stomach pain, others got uncomfortably horny (which isn’t as sexy as it sounds and more incredibly annoying to deal with), and some barely experienced any symptoms at all. while social media liked to claim that sex was the solution to all their heat woes, that solution only lasted a couple of hours. usually by the time the symptoms returned, the omega was too worn out physically and emotionally to try another round.

jimin considered himself lucky; he only had to deal with heats every two months. at the same time, it meant he didn’t qualify for suppressants, seeing how his cycle was spread out enough that it didn’t greatly disrupt his work.

his coworker, namjoon, wasn’t as lucky. he was on the strongest suppressants possible yet still dealt with surprise heats. though according to him, it wasn’t as bad as it had been before.

“there was one month where i went into heat three times,” namjoon had told him once. “it really fucked up my body. i ended up in the hospital after collapsing.”

jimin had only been hospitalized for a heat once during college when he wasn’t eating as much as he should have been. it was an experience that he learned to avoid.

at the end of the day, however, heats were still unpleasant, even if jimin didn’t have them as frequently. he knew the symptoms of preheat and knew to dread them.

so when jimin woke up with no appetite and a headache that he knew couldn’t be chased away with some painkillers, he groaned loudly and buried his head under his pillow.

he felt his boyfriend stir, rolling over to make a lazy attempt at cuddling jimin. jimin groaned again, silently mourning the loss of being able to be productive for the next few days.

“mm, minnie is grumpy today,” his boyfriend teased, drawing small circles with his finger on jimin’s back.

“hobi hyung,” jimin whined. “my heat is tomorrow.”

jimin felt hoseok’s hand slowly settle on his back. “ah, i suppose it’s about time you had one, huh?”

jimin sighed, pulling himself out from underneath the pillow and sitting up. he could feel his hair sticking up in all sorts of directions in little tuffs. he pouted down at hoseok, silently conveying his need for attention.

hoseok had been with him long enough that he knew right before a heat hit, jimin needed cuddles. he wanted to be held and have his hair pet; little reassurances helped him face his heat a bit better. he sat up and draped himself over jimin’s side, one hand coming up to pet the younger’s hair.

“i’ll have to tell my boss today. we’re in the middle of revising a book as well, ugh. my body hates me.”

hoseok hummed softly, scratching lightly at jimin’s scalp. “i’ll take the days off too, baby. we can start preparing your nest tonight, does that sound good?”

jimin nodded, leaning back into hoseok. he sighed. “i still have to go to work today.”

“mhm.” hoseok nuzzled into jimin’s neck, pressing light kisses to the exposed skin. he rubbed his cheek over the junction between his shoulder and neck, leaving his scent there. he knew well that jimin loved his citrus scent, often asking hoseok to scent him when he wanted comfort.

jimin smiled softly, then gently swatted at hoseok’s arms. “i need to get up now or else i never will.”

hoseok reluctantly pulling away, laying back against the bed. “i’ll leave the dance studio a bit earlier so i can help you prepare.”

“thank you, hyung.” jimin leaned over to steal a kiss before finally going through his morning routine.

jimin was about to head out the door when hoseok got up, making a point to see jimin off.

“you’re gonna be okay, minnie.” hoseok kissed jimin’s nose, arms circled around the younger’s waist. “if it gets too much, you can always come home.”

jimin smiled, warmed by the affection from his boyfriend. “i’ll handle it. see you tonight, hyung.”

jimin left, departing with one last kiss. already, he felt exhausted, as if he had just finished a work day. the bus ride to work felt too long and he wanted nothing more than to go back home and curl up in bed with hoseok.

he entered the office ten minutes later than he normally would, having stopped to get some caffeine. it would help settle the migraine that seemed to be settling in and at least get him through the work day.

he sat down at his desk, sighing quietly and sipping at his too sugary latte. it was a testament to how often he drank; he could only handle the coffee taste when paired with something sweet.

his desk was connected to namjoon’s. namjoon was an omega as well, with round cheeks a bit of a tummy that he always blamed his boyfriends for. the two had bonded quickly, jimin’s sweet personality mixing well with namjoon’s calm one.

namjoon raised an eyebrow upon seeing his coworker with coffee. “rough night?”

jimin gave a friendly smile. “heat’s tomorrow.” he knew the other omega would understand.

as predicted, namjoon winced in sympathy. “if you need me to help with any projects while you’re gone, let me know.”

“i’ll forward some stuff to you. there’s no way i could finish everything today,” jimin sighed, running a nervous hand through his hair.

he set to work, sending off an email to his boss right away to warn her of his upcoming absence. jihyo was more than understanding of heat or rut related absences, having to deal with ruts herself.

the day passed slowly, everything seeming soaked in molasses. jimin blamed it on his exhaustion and the lingering headache. it made all the work that he desperately needed that to finish so much more difficult to complete. he couldn’t wait for the end of the day.

he groaned, stretching out his back. it was nearly five, the typical time he would normally get off. however, he was currently halfway through editing a section. it seemed namjoon spotted his reluctance as the omega quickly spoke up.

“forward it to me, jimin ah. you need to go home and rest, staying overtime would only make you more miserable.”

jimin sighed, though he knew namjoon was right. he saved the file and forwarded it to namjoon, giving the other a grateful smile.

“i’ll be back in a couple of days,” jimin promised, gathering up his stuff and putting it away. he pulled on his coat, stretching his back out.

“say hi to hoseokie to me!” namjoon waved him goodbye, making no move himself to leave. most likely he was picking up the overtime for jimin; he was too sweet. jimin made note to help the older out in the future, specifically when his heat rolled around.

the journey home was uneventful, with jimin yawning more times than he wanted to admit. he made it back before hoseok, sighing softly into the empty apartment.

without much energy to do much else, he headed to their bedroom. he was more than eager to strip out of his work uniform, the fabric scratchy and uncomfortable. his heat always made him more sensitive to fabric and different textures.

he replaced his uniform with his favorite pajama pants and a sweater that smelled distinctly of hoseok. the citrus smell always blended well with his own, a sweet ocean scent that hoseok always complimented.

jimin stretched his arms over his head, yawning loudly before collapsing on the bed. he curled up on top of the bedsheets, grabbing hoseok’s pillow to cuddle in his arms.

he closed his eyes, letting out a deep breath. he could feel the tension falling off his body, sleep quickly overtaking him.

he dozed lightly, waking only by the feeling of hands in his hair. he groggily opened his eyes, blurry vision revealing the familiar shape of hoseok. he automatically reached out, wanting more contact. he was rewarded by hoseok gathering him in his arms, lifting the younger to sit up and rest on his chest.

“mph,” jimin groaned, a bit disturbed by the sudden movement.

“my sleepy jiminie,” hoseok cooed, hand stroking the back of his hair on his neck. it felt nice, jimin noted. “you must be so exhausted after a day of work, huh baby?”

jimin nodded against hoseok’s chests. his hands reached out a grabbed the loose fabric of his mate’s shirt.

“you’re so clingy when you’re sleepy. so adorable.” hoseok kissed jimin’s hair.

jimin didn’t counter that. he was already nearly completely asleep, cozy and warm against hoseok’s chest.

hoseok tsked, scratching lightly at jimin’s back. “come on, you need to eat. hyung made you food. afterwards, we need to set up your nest.”

jimin whined, feeling hoseok pull away. he pouted, seeing how he was forced to wake up. he watched as hoseok left the room, forcing jimin to get up. jimin grumbled, forcing himself up and sleepily trudging after him.

he found hoseok in the kitchen with a plate set on their table, smiling fondly at seeing his sleep ruffled boyfriend. jimin sat himself in front of the plate, stomach grumbling with a reminder of how hungry he actually was. he smiled; hoseok knew how hungry jimin got after naps and had gone out of the way to prepare a meal.

“love you hyungie,” jimin sighed happily, grabbing his chopsticks and scooping food into his mouth.

hoseok sat next to him, his own plate of food out. the two ate in silence, jimin focused on eating and hoseok content with observing him.

jimin cleared his plate, leaving his tummy full and warm. he traced his tummy lightly with his fingers, the tingling sensations making him sleepy all over again, while hoseok cleared up the dishes.

hoseok was ridiculously endeared when he came back and found jimin sleepily patting his tummy. he walked over so he was standing next to jimin, his hand settling on his mate’s neck. it was an intimate move, one that was reserved for mates only. it wasn’t a symbol of claiming but rather a sense of taking care of the other.

jimin let himself sink in the comforting feeling, knowing that by tomorrow, it would be gone. “i need to start on my nesting soon.”

hoseok hummed in agreement, fingers moving to play with the hairs on the back of jimin’s neck. “just tell me what you need and i’ll get it for you, minnie.”

jimin finally stood up, moving to cup hoseok’s cheeks with his tiny hands. “i just need you next to me.” he kissed hoseok softly, earning a content sigh from the other. “i also need you to gather all the blankets from the closet and your favorite hoodie.”

hoseok giggled, used to the younger’s demands. “i don’t think it’s so much my favorite hoodie as it is yours,” he teased.

jimin pouted, hands falling back to his side. “whatever. get moving, this nest isn’t gonna build itself.”

hoseok mock saluted jimin, earning him a whack on his ass when he walked away, laughter trailing after him.

the whole process of nesting took forever, in hoseok’s opinion. jimin justified that he was simply picky. certain blankets had to be located in certain locations, pillows needed to provide structure, and some blankets were merely for the outside structure.

jimin let hoseok gather everything for him and set to work constructing his nest, sniffing each blanket and pillow carefully. once hoseok had everything gathered, he was instructed to stay back and watch jimin construct the nest independently. after all, by nature, jimin was very independent and a perfectionist. hoseok could respect that.

jimin was exhausted by the time the nest was finished, yet satisfied with how everything was. he poked his head out, gesturing hoseok to come in. carefully, the older made his way in, snuggling up to jimin’s side.

“it’s perfect, love,” hoseok praised. they were surrounded by their own scents, giving the area a comfortable and cozy feeling.

jimin nodded, relaxing into hoseok’s arms. “‘m exhausted. nesting is hard work.”

“you put a lot of effort into it, but it makes you comfortable, so that’s what matters.”

jimin sighed, closing his eyes. “can you scent me hyung?”

hoseok easily obliged, nuzzling his scent onto jimin’s neck. jimin let it relax his muscles, letting him drift off to sleep.

hoseok held him close, knowing well what was coming. he fell into a light sleep, unable to properly relax knowing that his mate would soon be in pain.

jimin woke up in the early hours of the morning to his stomach churning with nausea. he groaned and rolled onto his back, a hand finding its way to his stomach. he was sweating and shivering in discomfort.

he knew the signs far too well. it seemed his heat didn’t want to wait until the morning to hit, instead choosing the dead of night.

whenever jimin felt nauseous, he began to hiccup. they were tight and uncomfortable and often trailed off into a retch. they were loud too, not tiny and adorable like his normal ones.

he rubbed his stomach, feeling it jolt with each hiccup. next to him, hoseok stirred, body naturally reacting to his mate’s distress. jimin whimpered, body begging to be comforted, knowing his mate was nearby to take care of him.

it didn’t take look for hoseok to clue into what was happening. this wasn’t the first time he had woken up to a heat-sick jimin. “my poor jiminie,” he cooed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “come on, let’s sit up, okay?”

jimin let himself be guided into a sitting position, encouraged by hoseok’s soft touches. despite being cautious, his stomach still lurched with the change of position and his mouth watered.

“hold on one second,” hoseok said before quickly exiting the nest and grabbing the nearby trash can. nobody wanted to rest in a vomit covered nest. he climbed back in and placed the trash can under jimin’s chin.

jimin curled over the trash can, panting through nausea. he could feel hoseok’s hand rubbing his back, providing some comfort against his revolting body. “i feel horrible,” jimin moaned, “ugh- my stomach…” he clutched his stomach weakly with his hands, feeling it gurgle unhappily.

hoseok kissed the back of jimin’s neck, hushing the younger gently. “it’s okay, just get it out, puppy.”

jimin took one last nervous gulp before leaning forward, stomach heaving. a loud gag echoed from the back of his throat. he coughed, then gagged again and brought up a mouthful of sick. he whimpered, barely being able to catch his breath before being thrown into a round of heaving and vomiting.

jimin spit into the bin, panting from exertion. he gave one last retch before his stomach settled back down, disrupted and aching.

he let hoseok guide him back against the pillows, body melting back into exhaustion. he watched hoseok move the trash can out of the nest and away from jimin. it was always the hardest the first time it happened during heats. the dread of repeating this scenario over and over again for the next few days made jimin tear up, frustration and discomfort bubbling in his chest.

hoseok was quick to notice jimin’s tears, the scent of their saltiness thick in the air. he sighed in sympathy, automatically moving to nuzzle jimin’s scent gland. his arms gently wrapped themselves around jimin, cocooning the omega against his body.

“h-hobi hyung,” jimin sniffled, shaking against him, “i feel so awful.”

hoseok stroked the younger’s back, rocking him back and forth. “i know, puppy, i know. heats are never fun.” he pressed a kiss against jimin’s hair. “i’ll be right by your side the entire time. hyung is going nowhere.”

jimin sniffled loudly, a new wave of tears inspired by the warmth in his heart. he let himself be rocked back to sleep, surrounded by the warmth of his mate and comfort of his scent.

for the most part, he remained asleep, only waking up twice more to finish emptying his stomach. hoseok took care of him, letting the younger focus on resting.

it was early afternoon that he properly woke up and encountered his second symptom.

despite having puked his guts out and having struggled with an upset stomach all morning, jimin wanted food. his stomach growled, appetite having suddenly returned.

his stomach had double standards; it wanted food one second but also threw a fit when it received it.

when he was younger, jimin wasn’t as careful as to what he ate. he was more focused on getting food than on how it would feel when he inevitably vomited it back up a couple hours later. the most memorable time was when he ordered a shit ton of panda express and ended up stuck in the bathroom for five hours afterwards. he had never vomited as much as he had that day, to the point where he considered going to the hospital just to get some relief from the nausea.

jimin stirred lazily, rolling over and clinging onto hoseok’s leg. hoseok was currently typing away on his laptop, though he smiled at seeing jimin clinging onto him.

“hi puppy,” hoseok greeted, a fond smile on his face. jimin’s hair was currently sticking up in all different directions, the blonde hair soft and fluffy. he couldn’t stop himself from ruffling it up even more, earning a pout from jimin.

“i’m starving, hyung,” jimin whined, pulling out the puppy eyes. “make me food? please?”

hoseok’s hearts ached from the puppy eyes- there was no need to bring them out, hoseok was already whipped enough as it was. he closed his laptop and set it aside. “do you want to come with me? or do you want to stay in the nest?”

jimin checked with his body; he felt weak, but he honestly would prefer to be around his mate at the moment. “i’ll come with you. wanna watch you cook.”

the two got up, hoseok helping jimin get steady on his feet and wrapping the younger in a blanket. they moved to the kitchen where jimin claimed one of the barstools. he looked like a lump of a blanket with only his face and tufts of his blonde hair poking out.

“an adorable little mochi,” hoseok cooed, squishing jimin’s cheeks.

jimin pouted, but his cheeks were pink and insides warm with love.

hoseok prepared him some rice porridge. it was easy on his stomach and didn’t cause as much nausea or vomiting as heavier foods did. over two years of dating jimin, hoseok had become a master at the rice porridge.

it was a good thing too because jimin refused to eat any other kind of rice porridge.

hoseok brought the bowl over and set it down in front of jimin. however, the younger merely pouted.

“feed me hyung,” he whined. “i’m in heat.”

hoseok laughed, but obeyed and picked up the chopsticks. “you’re the biggest baby.” he brought up food to jimin’s open mouth, watching the jimin eagerly take it.

jimin smiled, cheeks round with food. he chewed happily. “‘m your baby.”

hoseok fed him another mouthful, followed by a kiss on the nose.

once the porridge was eaten, the two moved back to jimin’s nest. jimin laid on top of hoseok, curling up and pressing his nose against hoseok’s neck. he felt warm from both the fluffy blanket covering the both of them and the body heat of hoseok.

it was moments like these that made his heat bearable.

it was on the third day of jimin’s heat that everything went wrong.

hoseok woke up drenched in sweat in the middle of the night. the only thing he registered was his stomach aching for food, driving him out of the nest and into the kitchen. barely awake and barely aware of what he was doing, hoseok let instinct take over as he pulled out leftovers and stuck them in a microwave. while that was going, he prepped some ramen, feeling as though the leftovers wouldn’t be enough to fill his stomach.

he stuck a packet of ramen in and the microwave pinged, catching his stomach’s attention.

hoseok stumbled across the kitchen to it, grabbing some chopsticks. as soon as the food was out, he dug in, burning his tongue. he winced but forced the food down. he felt like he hadn’t eaten in days and the only way to make up for it was by eating everything in sight.

while he ate, he worked on the ramen, eagerly waiting for it to be done as well. he was halfway through the leftovers when he determined the ramen to be finished, dishing it out into a bowl. the leftovers ended up abandoned next to the stovetop; his stomach had moved to a different target.

his mouth was full of ramen noodles when the door to the bedroom creaked open. the sounds of footsteps echoed through the hall until jimin appeared, eyes blinking sleepily and a frown etched on his face.

it was the sight of jimin that shook hoseok out of his trance. he swallowed his noodles, placing the rest of the bowl down. he looked around the room, blinking as if just seeing it for the first time.

“hyung? what are you doing?”

hoseok a couple more times, trying to figure out the situation. a twinge of pain echoed from his belly, clearly upset with having so much food forced in it so fast. “uh, i guess i got hungry?”

jimin frowned. he could smell his mate’s scent; it was more sweet than normal. “this looks like too much food for a midnight snack.” he moved forward, pressing a hand to hoseok’s forehead. his eyes widened with recognition.

hoseok still was confused as to what was going on. out of nowhere, a wave of pain jolting through his body. he pitched forward, nearly collapsing on jimin, groaning as his muscles seized up.

“shit, this is bad, really bad.” jimin struggled to hold hoseok up, still suffering with weakness from his heat. “hoseokie hyung, baby, you’re in a rut.”

hoseok whimpered, finally connecting the dots. the sudden spike in appetite, the way his muscles were on fire. his rut wasn’t due for two more weeks, however.

“it hurts,” hoseok hissed, face buried against jimin’s chest.

jimin rubbed his back. he could feel hoseok’s muscles tensing and relaxing against him. they had never been in heat and rut at the same time before; he had no idea what to do. however, he knew someone who would.

“baby, i think we need someone helping us. i’m still in heat.”

hoseok nodded in agreement. he wanted his jimin to be taken care of, and he obviously couldn’t do it in the moment.

“let’s get you to bed first, okay?” jimin coaxed the older into walking, leaving behind the mess in the kitchen. hoseok had to rely on jimin to guide him, in too much pain and confused to carry himself.

once hoseok was settled in the nest, curled up in a ball, jimin grabbed his cell phone and pulled up his friend’s contact.

it took a couple of tries before they picked up. “jiminie, it’s 4am.”

jimin sighed. “taehyung, we need help.”

“one delivery of jinnie hyung’s special stew for one hungry hoseokie!”

hoseok groaned, struggling to open his eyes. he was drenched in sweat and his muscles still ached, but he was a bit more aware than when he previously woke up.

he was confused as to why taehyung was in his apartment, though.

“huh?” hoseok blinked hard, looking around his surroundings he was in the living room, propped up with pillows and covered in a fluffy blanket that hoseok recognized to be taehyung’s.

“open up!” the beta cheerfully said before stuffing a spoonful of something warm in hoseok’s mouth.

hoseok struggled for a second, then swallowed, feeling the warmth travel down to his belly. before he could ask any questions, however, taehyung had already stuffed his mouth full again.

“for fuck’s sake, tae, let the poor man wake up.”

seokjin walked up behind taehyung, setting a hand on his mate’s shoulder he smiled warmly in greeting to hoseok.

hoseok finally spoke. “what are you guys doing here? where’s jiminie?”

taehyung cooed, patting hoseok’s head. “you two are adorable. don’t worry, he’s resting in his nest right now. he had a bad vomiting session while you were passed out.”

hoseok frowned, anxiety curling in his belly. “is he okay? he’s still in heat.”

taehyung smiled. “it’s okay, hobi hyung. it’s all normal for him.”

“what you should really be worried about is the fact that you’re in a rut,” seokjin piped up behind taehyung. seokjin was an alpha too and knew that ruts out of cycles weren’t common or healthy.

hoseok sighed, letting his head fall to the side. “i know. don’t wanna go to the doctor though.”

taehyung hummed sympathetically, frowning. “you and jiminie just moved in together, right?”

“well, it’s been five months, so i guess?” hoseok shrugged.

“so this would be his third heat with you living with him.”

hoseok nodded, confused as to what taehyung was getting to.

taehyung patted hoseok’s cheek, then stuffed a spoonful of stew in his mouth. “there’s no need to go to the doctor then.” he smiled. “your cycle is just matching up with minnie’s!”

hoseok blinked, but seokjin was nodding his head, so he went along with it. he really didn’t want to go to the doctor’s anyways.

he let taehyung feed him, sinking into a state of disconnection from both the fever and confusion fogging up his head. he let taehyung press a cold press against his forehead, barely letting out a whine in protest.

“poor hyungie,” taehyung sighed, his fingers moving through hoseok’s hair. “you must really not feel good, huh.”

hoseok hummed. ruts always took the energy out of him. between the muscle cramps and the fever and the confusion, there was little he could do but lay down and wait for it to pass.

normally jimin would cuddle him and massage his muscles, knowing how tense they got, but he knew that jimin was in no state to take care of anyone else. he still wanted to cuddle his mate, however, the longing for affection settling in his chest.

“wanna be with minnie…” hoseok whined, shifting uncomfortably on the couch.

taehyung gently hushed him. “i know, it’s hard without your mate by your side.” he sighed. “take it slow, okay? we want to make sure you’re both okay.”

hoseok closed his eyes, letting taehyung tuck the blanket around him. the food and cold press helped a little, but there was an itch under his skin. it had been such a long time since he had spent his rut without jimin by his side. even before they were dating, jimin would hold hoseok in his lap and soothe him softly.

he found himself unable to drift off, instead distracted by the pain and need for jimin’s presence. he gave up on trying to sleep.

hoseok could hear seokjin talking with taehyung in the kitchen

he decided to disregard what taehyung had said. he gathered up his blanket and snuck over to the bedroom. the room smelled strongly of the ocean mixed with vanilla; it was distinctly jimin.

hoseok crossed the room, only hesitating when he came to the edge of the nest. “jimin?”

jimin was curled up in a small in the center of the nest, however he easily stirred when he heard hoseok’s voice. he whimpered, reaching out for his mate and inviting him in.

hoseok practically threw himself into jimin’s arms, snuggling close to his mate and feeling the discomfort disappear. he nuzzled jimin’s neck, feeling the other relax against him.

“i missed my sunshine,” jimin whined, grip tightening on hoseok. “and i’m sorry i made your rut come early.”

hoseok was quick to dismiss jimin’s apologies. “our bodies are in sync with each other now. it’s okay, minnie.”

they settled into silence, both of them feeling run down by their own bodies. hoseok could feel his leg muscles beginning to cramp up, yet at the same time, he felt completely relaxed. he pressed butterfly kisses against jimin’s neck, relishing in the way it made jimin giggle quietly.

jimin yawned, then buried his nose in hoseok’s hair, sighing in content. it wasn’t long before he drifted off, his own symptoms having calmed down at the presence of hoseok.

hoseok lifted his head to smile at jimin’s sleeping face, heart squeezing with affection. he fell asleep not too long after, finally at ease.

taehyung and seokjin found the two curled up around each other, clinging on as if it was a matter of life or death. it was disgustingly adorable, according to seokjin, who said so while taking a picture of the two.

the weekend brought the end of jimin’s heat and the start of the end of hoseok’s rut. it was still lingering, however, making him achy and hungry.

jimin took this opportunity to absolutely spoil hoseok.

currently, hoseok was cuddled up on the couch, covered in the softest blanket and propped up against the back of the couch. jimin had put a movie on the tv and he was lazily watching it. he could hear jimin in the kitchen cooking. normally, hoseok was the one to prepare meals, but jimin had insisted on prepping something.

hoseok didn’t mind being bound to the couch. jimin was always bringing him snacks and showering him with affection. if he mentioned his muscles aching, jimin was more than willing to massage him.

hoseok smiled when he saw jimin coming into the living room, a bowl of food resting in his hands.

“ah, jiminie, i feel spoiled,” hoseok commented once he saw that jimin had made his favorites.

jimin laughed, handing hoseok the bowl and patting his hyung’s head. “you deserve it.”

hoseok couldn’t help but blush a little, causing jimin to coo. in embarrassment, hoseok stuffed his mouth full of food. he groaned at the taste, pleased by how well jimin had made it.

jimin settled next to him, the two watching the movie quietly. hoseok quickly emptied his bowl and placed it on the coffee table before leaning back and sighing.

“i think i’ve gained some weight with how much i’ve been eating.” he rested a hand on his stomach, patting it lightly.

jimin rolled his eyes, smiling. “you say that every time, hyung.”

hoseok shrugged, resting his head against jimin’s. “our cycles are synced now, according to taehyung.”

jimin nodded. “tae told me.”

“it was only a matter of time,” hoseok mused. “we’ve always been close, after all. i’m surprised it took our bodies this long.”

jimin moved his hand to settle on top of hoseok’s, squeezing it lightly. “it’ll be a bit of an adjustment. at least our work schedules will be a bit easier now.”

hoseok was grateful for that too; his boss would appreciate him having less time off during the months. he didn’t mind having their ruts and heats lined up. if anything, it made him feel closer to jimin.

he wanted to spend all his ruts with jimin, deep down. they had only been dating a little over a year, but hoseok had loved jimin for so long before that that he couldn’t imagine a life without him.

he wasn’t ready to admit that yet, so instead he squeezed jimin’s hand back and closed his eyes.

“we’ll learn to adjust. i’m just happy being by your side, even if you are throwing up.”

jimin elbowed him lightly at the teasing, though his heart was warm. “i know you’ll take care of me. i’ll be there to take care of you too, baby.”

hoseok let the words warm his heart and flush out the ending of his rut, leaving him content at jimin’s side.

they would learn how to adjust to the new cycles. they were, after all, disgustingly in love.

#she long #finn writes #sick!jimin #sick!hoseok #jihope #sickfic #bts sickfic #taejin kind of #they in the background #namgikook are in the BACKGROUND background #Anonymous

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Since I am not spoiler free...

BOY have I got THINGS TO SAY

Spoilers down below, pls talk to me if you’ve seen the season!!

First of all, of the top of my head bc i just saw something that reminded me of it, can we just talk about those flashbacks???

That outfit that Texas Kogane was wearing-- correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t that what Keith dressed SHIRO in when they got him back in the first fucking episode of season one??? And the gloves??? Keith’s wearing his dad’s gloves???

And during the broganes flashbacks--Does that mean the hoverbike is Shiro’s and Keith took it over after he disappeared??

And can we talk about the Galran traits Keith had when he was fighting Clone Shiro? The eyes, maybe the teeth, and I think even the purple skin at one point?? Plus he’s apparently taller, ‘grizzlier’ and whatever else Lance called him lmao he ain’t slick pfft

Speaking of Lance, I find it hard to say things that aren’t complaints bc I really don’t want to complain about things this season. We were handed something that didn’t leave me 100% unhappy and unsatisfied, and I wanna take that with grace and not be all nitpicky and weird about. I feel like the more we complain and nitpick at it, the less we’ll encourage other potential shows that might wanna do what we ask for, if that makes sense? That’s not to say there aren’t things to complain about, (bc let’s be real........you know,,,,) , but maybe keep it to constructive criticism instead of verbal attacks? Maybe I’m just sensitive but a lot of the things I see are really..... aggressive. Tbh Idek why I’m saying this as if anyone important is gonna read it aslkdjalk ignore me i guess lol

Anyway, let’s talk about the good things with Lance! My boy got some screen time giving those orders!! Being in charge, giving out good plans, doing good things!! Offering encouragement and being stern and levelheaded when needed, all that good stuff. Yes, a bunch of his screen time was him being jealous of Lotor and Allura, but again, I’m tryna focus on the positives here. I’m so excited to see what happens when they go home!!!! I wanna see Lance’s family!! Wanna see him extend it around!!! Wanna see him welcome everyone into his home!! And he was so suave when he was playing as his character in the DND episode, that was great!

Speaking of the DND episode, it was actually really good I think! It made me laugh a bunch, and although it was a lot of comic relief and funny times... actually, I think that’s all it was... I’m v tired and the earlier episodes are blurring, ngl. Moving on! It was a good episode that made me laugh and showcased a lot of their strengths and abilities to work as a team, and I love the jokes they made about Shiro in it. Really humanized him and made him more like one of them, if that makes sense? I feel like he’s always been treated as Black Paladin, Leader of Voltron, Levelheaded Person At All Times, when, like, he’s a real person with lots emotions and joys too?? Ya know, a human, on the same level as the others. I feel like, as far as the show goes, he’s put on this pedestal and only taken down in rare moments, like the jokes in the DND ep and (only instance i can think of off the top of my head) the laser gun noises instance in s1.

AND SPEAKING OF SHIRO, CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THE ASTRAL PLANE SCENE WITH KEITH. His fucking explanation of what happened to me killed me. He said he DIED and I WANTED TO DIE. I’m very surprised by this season, it’s the only one to have made me almost cry in the span of like 3 episodes like this. Where emotions come in, this bitch really tried to go for it. They had me for a bit, ya know?? I laughed, I wanted to cry, I got angry and annoyed and irritated, the whole shebang, it did a good job of getting an okay range of emotions out.

Everyone else is talking about this too, but they made Keith look so good in this season??? Like, as a lesbian, I am surprised; they made my sons look amazing. And this sparked the need to complain about the Krolia scene continuation from “You’re my mom??” but. But. I am not going to complain (yet ). And I’m not going to reblog discourse either. I am not tryna be in the business of tearing down things that potentially make me happy. This season gave me moments of happiness. Sparse moments, but moments nonetheless. It left me hopeful for the next season bc let me be an honest bitch and say that I have no idea what’s gonna happen next. All I can say is I hope they don’t fuck it up.

For now, I think this concludes my bubbling thoughts on season 6 for the night/morning. It’s 3am and I am Tired. If you’ve made it this far on my ramblings, thanks for reading, I probs didn’t make much sense, pls come talk to me further about it!! Let’s gush!! And although I said I wasn’t about the complaining that doesn’t mean you can’t come into my messages to complain! I’m actually a fair bitch who will hear you out lol, we can discuss. But yeah. I look forward to all the art and fanfics that will come from this season, even tho I myself as a writer can’t think of anything I could write from this. It was kinda... dry of substance for my tastes. But after a few days of mulling it over, I’m sure something will come to me and many others.

I go slep now goonigh <333

EDIT: HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE FUCKING WOLF???? MY BOY HAD A PET AND I NEVER EVEN LEARNED ITS NAME BUT I LOVED THAT MONTAGE OF BONDING BETWEEN THEM, MAY IT BE LOYAL AS FUCK TO HIM

#longpost #vld s6 #vld spoilers #vld s6 spoilers #my rambling thoughts #chacha speaks

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informedinterest · 3 years

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MCSM - a more Real..

Author’s Notes;

(Sl; Ligh implied

abus

Setting: Change to an ice

land

(A excessive

place To keep the characters from being hateable from the ,offset)

Several Char had to be edited slightly

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Orde

Ston

Gabriel,

Magnus,

Eligard,

United

Soren

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the

Ender

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the

word

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going

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fro

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Day

Gil,

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cop

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a Guide

defense,’

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Olivia

Axel

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wit

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ics

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assorted,”

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Aiden

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dis

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valati

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ine

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some

where

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I was going

read

that

,”

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(newly

Reach

for

the

many

stuffed

book

shelves

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Car

You

Guide

Geo

phenomen

,”

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and the many uses of Po

-‘

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so scruffed into its corner

that that’s all that could be

re -

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Where

find

‘em

”

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we’re

going

mak

con

tio

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don’t

you

ready

hav

tha

,“

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but

it’s

”

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it’s different from the

traveling

edition

,”

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edi

n,”

Axel

sniffed

Lukas,

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five

min

utes don’t want to be

late,”

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,”

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Jesse

get

boar

Reube

for

trek

be greeted by what seem

like 2 million Quest’N

‘answers

posters

with Gabriel‘s

face

posted

it,

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bes

t day

lif

e,”

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the

eyes

except Lukas

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be,

“

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I’d have to

carry them off the

floor

to,”

,”

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,”

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ough

wit

Luk

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Ethan

said

hell

“

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with

rest of

them

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”

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wil

great

er,”

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got

“

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fan boys

,”

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ged,

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speak

the

Devil,

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Ivor

fan

club

Pet

,”

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agai

”

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books

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com

fort

able

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hing

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zon

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Olivia

start

draw

sta

istics,

for

build

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coming with me

and

helping me

find him,

would

you

Jess

e,“

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ah,

re,

should

done

here

right,

Lukas

“

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yelle

Lukus

Who

gave

thu

mbs

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Olivia who is staying behind to talk to some

planners

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Ivor

guy

gain

, ”

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always

ter

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stuff,

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ng,

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stay

here,”

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sir,

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give

this

you

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the

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thin

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agape

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l,”

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you,”

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your

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monds

ches

ther

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thes

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diamonds,

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are

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.”

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should

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y,”

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thes

migh

por

”

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wanna

mess up the

show,”

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Jess

Mak

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the

re,

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wha

doi

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a bowl

pret

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“

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hey

Petr

I requested

one

for

you,

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distributor

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ily

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tor,

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can

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tal

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som

guest

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his

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hind,

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ward

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s ,

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this

is,

ambitious

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kidding

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stairs

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ice,”

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builder

architect

”

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Dark in here,”

light

ing up a

light,

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see

med to be

big

book

shelves

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ghts

flick

sud

den

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ping a

han

her

mouth

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part

icular

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see

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lon

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nally

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nes

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dun

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,”

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security,”

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ing

quietly

after

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at least

we got

our

er.

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others

before the

show

arts,

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all

over

for

you,

-“

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already

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did,”

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ly,

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your

shadow

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a real monster

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really

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plac

tim-

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for

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the

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l ,

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arted

g believing it to be part of the

show,

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tak

out

wooden

sword

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Crowd

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as the

Wither

start

tack

ing

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That’s

Eno

ugh,

Turn

this

thing

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“Oh,

I will

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Soren,

Once,

hey

it’s

not

work

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ly,

“Hey, guys

what’s going

on,

“

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joi

at the cleared out

con

vent

on,

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gon

Off

the

Wal

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made an invention trying to

kill

every

one,”

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repli

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,”

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destroy,”

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this

stupid

wire,”

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,”

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,”

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wire on

the

table,”

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what

hap

pen

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flush

ing,

“I um

took

it,”

“AXEL!!”

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whatever

you

”

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is-

it-

I used it to add

another light display to the

statue

thing,

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might

want

to get it

now,”

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destruction

stage that seem to get

eve

clos

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ove

r the

woo

den

ord

The

remote

dis

regar

frustration

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statue

cr,

“Got

,“

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Gill

”

Gil

Pas

sin

gave

Jess

who

Brok

dow

whil

Olivia

whisper

instructions on how to

put it

together to Aiden

Whil

Axel

Olivia

play

dis

trac

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Lukas,

Who

went

pres

but

Only for

Ivor to

atch it out of his hand and do the

Honor,

And,

Didn’t

“So

Losers

,”

Leather

Jacket

Rush

by,

“ Ethan,

you’re

not

goin

hel

,”

Lukas

snapped

but they were already

long

gone,

Trail

ing

afte

the

To the

Edge,

Ivor

hauling

Gabriel’s

unconscious

form,

“I

want

to see him

humiliated not

dead

,”

Gabriel

stirrin

g by the

Edge,

Talkin

“Gill,

you

need

tak

emble

m,”

Tak

his

coat

“Fin

other

”

Pas

sing

And

Gil

Run

ing off in the opposite direction with the

wheel,

It’s flashing a

slight blue at Gill’

tou

Befor

brow

dot,

around

Mak

ing a small

streak

Shifting with the

users

stance to point in a

certain

dir

Tak

Broken

Crate

It was

nearly

sib

“Mag

nus,

bri

Sen

Us,”

“ Gabriel

huh,”

Magnus

hol

ding up the

Before

throwing him down the pile

he’

jus

struggle

cli

top of

Gil

Who’d

bee

por

“This.

point

les

s.”

“He

’s

Insane,”

Jess

Admit

dejected

ly,

Shar

wit

Axe

“Then

ould

onto

the

nex

one-,”

Axel

shook

his

head,

“ We

need

to get

this

done,

We’re

stay

,”

Lukas

Speech

less,

Before

Going

ahead,

Aidan

“Hm,

course

I’ll

with

you,”

Eligard

far

mor

Co Operative,

Soren

“I

should

stay

out

re,”

Whe

The

got

Soren’s

hous

“Soren and I .. didn’t leave things off

too

go od

last time

I- we

spoke”

“It

would

better

you

go,

Soren, not so much..

Having

taking

knit

ting

lot,

And

docu

ment

ing his

rare

animal

fin

dings

Not p

ease

to be distur

How

eve

r very excited to see

Reuben,

Jess

’s

“Animal

lovely

creatures

Don’t

betray you

and take your

ings

I’ve seen

a few

of course

- but to see it

bonded

with

human,

You

must

tell

the

tale,

Sitting with

Soren

and having

tea

I found

Reuben

(That

’s his

name)

at the

place

built

our

treehouse,

”

While

ren

knit

ny,

“Now

back

the

point,

could

reall

use-

appreci

ate-

,“

Soren’s

fac

chan

ing at his

change

words,

“you

”

“I want-

to help you

I really do,

“

Soren

insist

“But the Order

and

I, didn’t

leave things on

good

terms,

Hesitatin

Cou,

“Would

Reuben be

here,

“

Jess

Nod

ded

“And you’d be helping a lot of

animals-“

“Fine-

I’ll

go,”

Jesse

Soren

Only to find

Aidan

Eligard

Long

ther

“They

went

ahead

Temple

,”

Lukas

whis

per

Swa

stories

Luk

ple,

The

only

thing

left

after

Wither’s

rampage

“And

our

tree

house

e,”

Lukas

poi

Petr

sho

And

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thoughts on thor: ragnarok

I’m gonna preface this by saying that I really really wanted to like this movie. Like. Really.

But, as the Rolling Stones once said, we can’t always get what we want.

Be warned, this is long af.

Hits:

--Valkyrie--um, lethal, gorgeous, haunted by her past? Yes please. I’ve been a sucker for that one since my Xena fangirl days. Her bond with Hulk was also funny and warm (”Angry girl!” made me smile, the more so because she seemed less angry around him.) It was nice to see somebody having fun around here.

--Hela-- Her costume was epic. I was antsy about what they’d do with her clothing, given that it can be pretty, uh, minimal in the comics sometimes. Fortunately that didn’t happen here. She was equal parts scary, funny, and seriously badass, and i enjoyed the parallels between her relationship with Odin, and that of Loki and Thor.

--Grandmaster was fucking hilarious and occasionally cruel, and who knew Jeff Goldblum could rock blue eye makeup like that?

--Fenris. I still wanna pet the puppy. Even undead he is floofy and gorgeous.

--Thor having to see Hulk naked. That’s karma, asshole.

--Loki’s costumes were fantastic, and his ability to be equally resilient yet able to charm his way into the Grandmaster’s good graces (and STAY there, since the Grandmaster is fickle af) is one of the few things about him that stayed in-character.

--It’s nice to see Loki supporting the arts in Asgard. Also, eating healthy is important. U go Loki.

--Matt Damon had the role of a lifetime as Loki. He may as well end his career now, since it’s not gonna get any better than that.

--Odin’s death scene was really beautifully done. Even if Odin suddenly being about to die made no fucking sense. At least he doesn’t seem pissed at Loki, and let us have a nice little moment between them.

--I liked the acknowledgement that Odin’s power and wealth has a really ugly history. For all Asgard’s beauty, it’s built on something truly hideous.

--Loki: “You had ONE JOB.”

--Thor is right about Hulk’s room and its stylistic choices. It was ugly af.

--Literally everything Heimdall. He gets better with every film, but goddamn does he need more scenes. Still, his hair looks great and he’s the unsung hero of the film.

--Thor losing his eye and becoming more like Odin, but hopefully better. Also, harnessing his lightning/thunder powers fucking ruled.

--”Oh? You’re the God of Hammers now?” Odin pls stop making me laugh. I’m trying to hate you over here.

Misses:

Oh boy here we go, strap in kiddies.

--Odin’s power and legacy is shown, as mentioned above, to come from true ugliness, and yet? He doesn’t have to answer for it at all, and instead dies a peaceful death. I liked that scene, don’t get me wrong, but what the fuck?

--Really, Loki? Skurge was the best replacement you could find for Heimdall? Maybe try Ziprecruiter or something next time?

--Thor. Um, has anyone seen this guy? Do you think he knows that some douchebag stole his outfit and is douching his way around the multiverse pretending to be the God of Thunder for most of the film? More on this later.

--Why would the realms have gone to hell after Loki assumed the throne? Nothing in his past within the films indicated to me that he’d be a poor ruler, certainly no worse than Odin. He might get bored with it, and come to dislike it, but Loki can and does do many things he doesn’t particularly like, and does them well. (Exhibit A: playing second fiddle to Thor, etc.)

--How the fuck did Loki’s spell drain Odin of his magic? Also, if Loki is that powerful, how the fuck did Dr. Strange manage to trap him for 30 seconds, let alone 30 minutes?

--Seriously, Odin’s death made no goddamn sense. At all.

--I’m calling a bam on Thor saying “I have a feeling it will all work out fine.” THOR. IT GETS WORSE AFTER YOU SAY THAT. EVERY TIME. STOP.

--Dr. Strange’s cameo was a waste of my fucking time. That’s like 20 minutes of my time that I will never get back. You’d think, being such an experienced actor, that Benedict Cumberbatch’s American accent would be way better, but it sounds awful. Like, really really awful. I’d rather fall for 30 minutes with Loki than have to listen to that auditory nightmare again.

--Who was Hela’s mother? (I mean given that her father is Odin, her mother could be pretty much ANYONE.) Not a big deal that we never found out, but it annoyed me anyway.

--Are we gonna talk about how Hulk has spent the last two years fucking murdering people?

--Also, how the fuck did Odin convince an entire kingdom (or NINE) that his daughter never existed? I’m assuming magic, but as the writers didn’t give enough of a damn to think this was worth explaining, I’m not about to theorize and do their job for them.

--WHY DID I HAVE TO BE SUBJECTED TO HULK’S NAKED ASS? WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO DESERVE HAVING TO SEE THAT WITH MY OWN EYEBALLS. THIS IS NOT OKAY.

--The Warriors Three died the most pointless fucking deaths ever, literally for no goddamn reason. There was no need to kill them off, since it would have been perfectly logical for Thor to send them to various parts of the realms to restore peace. Honestly, the only reason for their deaths that I can fathom would have been to increase Thor’s grief, but we never see him learn of their deaths or mourn them, so that can’t be it. Again, pointless.

Remember when I said I’d talk about Thor’s OOC behavior later? It’s later. And OH BOY do i have a lot to say.

--I’m about to contact the authorities and put in an MIA search for Loki and Thor’s character development. It was nowhere to be seen in this film. They were just tossed straight into their old cycle of betray, threaten, beat up. It’s stupid as fuck, and I’m really fucking annoyed that I have to sit through this again. Sometimes it’s entertaining but at this point? It’s just tedious.

I’d also like to point out that the initial relationship presented to us in the first Thor film was really not that cycle. It’s vaguely hinted at, but not completely spelled out. There was genuine love and affection punctuated by the occasional prank, but that’s pretty much all I got. While I recognize that the cycle is a central theme in the comics, the film versions are very, very different. That said, it makes giving the film characters the storylines of their comic book counterparts is a tricky business that needs to be handled a LOT better than it was here.

Spoiler alert: It was not handled well here. At all.

Oh, then there’s Thor’s repeated line of “That’s what heroes do”, which was reminiscent of this:

Not a great parallel to evoke, guys. I’m just saying.

Because last time I checked, heroes don’t leave their brothers tazed and convulsing on the floor. That’s not a hero move, that’s a dick move. Thor is supposed to have evolved from that, and bringing it back for the sake of punchline just feels like a cheap-ass way of getting laughs. (Yes, there’s the possibility that they planned this together, but again, I’m not wasting my time honeypotting for hack writers.)

I mean, the Thor we’ve been presented with so far is warm-hearted and smarter than most people think, and he does his best to make things right when he fucks up.

Except for this movie, apparently.

Also, while I didn’t mind Loki’s ‘looking out for ME’ mindset (it’s one of the few things that actually made sense--I mean fuck, who else is gonna do it?), Thor’s surprise at it was kind of ridiculous. What the fuck did you expect? It’s like he totally forgot that, at the end of the first film, he realized his role in inflicting damage onto Loki that helped to make him into what he was.

Instead it was like:

Um yes. Yes it fucking does. Does this negate Loki’s choices, or his actions? Fuck no. But it did play a role, so let’s at least acknowledge that, shall we? Having said that, it’s logical to conclude that continuing the same behavior that inflicted the initial damage is counterproductive at best. And a shitty creative choice if ever there was one.

Thor’s anger over Odin’s death, and Loki’s supposed causing of it (albeit intentionally) made sense, (i guess? i didn’t understand Odin’s death scene in case u hadn’t noticed) but it was done in such a weird way. “I hate you, oh no wait let’s banter, oh okay now i’m mad at you again, whoops no i’m not” all throughout the film. Conflicting feelings is one thing, but goddamn, pick a fucking flavor.

Also, what the fuck is Marvel’s issue with portraying psychological trauma? The way they do it, it’s like it isn’t even worth mentioning unless it can be played for laughs. (See: Naked Selvig running around in TDW, without much reference as to why he’s doing that. “Oh he’s naked hahaha”, yeah, let’s not treat this with any sympathy at ALL, good job Marvel.)

And in Loki’s case? Oh God. The whole scene where he sees Hulk again is just. So awful. That it’s played for laughs makes it worse. Loki getting his comeuppance from Hulk during the first film after trying to use him actually had purpose (Loki’s defeat and Hulk’s taking revenge at being used), but since he hasn’t done anything to Hulk during Ragnarok, it’s just not all that funny.

I mean, fucking hell, psychological trauma does have absurdities that can lend their way to humor, but doing it at the expense of the traumatized person is fucked up and gross. Whether or not the traumatized person is a nice person or not really doesn’t come into it. Or at least, it shouldn’t.

Myy good friend @icyxmischief has a lot of meta about this on her blog, and she’s way more eloquent than me, so please go read it. It’s amazeballs.

#thor: ragnarok #thor: ragnarok spoilers #i am not a satisfied customer

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