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felixdragonheartofficial · 4 months

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TFA TEAM PRIME HUMAN REDESIGNS FINALLY

FUCK

+headcannons

Optimus: gotta stay focused

looks too old compared to his bot form.

I find it impossible for Optimus to be more than a million years old in this canon. In the least, he's older than 1000 years and since we have mfs that are canonically over 70 million years old(fagatron iykyk) compared to that, he feels like a dude in his early-to-mid-30's being the group parent.

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-I made him more youthful, gave him curly hair, and tailored his clothing to actually look like his bot form.

-workaholic

-on the cusp of barley being able to hold his liquor

-doesn't own a pair of pajamas until Sari gets some for him

-usually forgets to put them on, but appreciates the gesture

-stays active for like, 3 days until he can't fight off sleep with work brain anymore, and unceremoniously passes out on the couch to sleep for a full 24 hours

-ratchet sighs and puts a blanket over him as per routine

-frequently checks security feed

-elf on the shelf despiser

-early morning talks with jazz and ratchet over coffee (they all wake up at 6 am)

-half thrives on caffeine and a vigorous training protocol

-is a dog person, loves German shepherds to death

David sama, pls forgive me ily very much

Ratchet: to old for this nonsense

doesn't match his body type in the slightest.

Ratchet is really old, he's got a sallow face and a gramp gut, how dare they square him. He's wayyy too angular and peachy looking.

-I gave him his luscious curves back, adding all the equipment id expect a field medic to have because he is a field medic, not a regular doctor. I changed his facial proportions, and also made his face gaunt, for that dead inside PTSD look.

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-drinks his coffee black with brown sugar, literally drinks it piping hot

-is one of those old people who complains about noise

-confiscates bumblebee and Sari's toy cars, and puts them in a high up cabinet

-neither of them know how to bypass the child safety lock lmao

-casual clothes includes a lot- a l o t of plaid shirts, and 10 pairs of the same blue jeans

-tunes out bulkhead and prowls convos about birdwatching

-big fan of political satire dramas

-Sentinel doesn't approve

-Ratchet doesn't give a rats ass about what he thinks of course

Bumblebee: professional smart-ass

doesn't match his body type/age.

Bumblebees holoform is presented as a 10-12 year old child specifically for the fact that he's short, and the comedic relief. Total ass

I set his human age as 19-20 years old, making him more of a big brother to sari because that og model is disappointingly lackluster

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-Bumblebee is a scrappy wisecracking punk, like an adhd kid who just got roller skates for Christmas.

-since he doesn't have wheels, I feel like he'd wear skates instead to emulate the feeling

-terrible at watching where he's going cuz he's too busy trying to show off, so ratchet makes him wear all that padding + training wheels

-legit despises the padding and training wheels

-Jealous of Blurr for mastering roller blades lmao.

-his favorite games are choose your fighter and fps

-saw ONE ancient ass assassins creed playthrough and begged ratchet to install hidden tasers in his arm bands (was denied)

-Sari used her key to do it instead

-self appointed "rizzler"

-Optimus has zero idea of what that means and thinks it's code for something dubious

-Ratchet knows what it means and thinks it's silly

-"I' was something of a rizzler myself back in my day, kid"

-bumblebee cringes

-loves summer and swimming

-wants to be the fastest thing in the sea because y'know, it's bumblebee

-is spooked from the beach for awhile cuz he saw sharks in Prowls nature documentary

-there are infact, no sharks in lake Erie

Bulkhead: big guy, bigger heart

doesn't match his body type/aspirations.

Jesus fuck he's so wide?? And his belly migrated to his shoulders?? I'm gonna be honest, I really hate this design. I feel like it contributed to the "brute strength = stupid" take that most in the fandom associates with him.

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-Bulkhead is a SWEET. CARING. NERD YOU FOOLS. He's like the male version of a tall goth gf-

-a tall-nerdy-farm hand-physics bf, You got me fucked up.

-Its already shown that bulkhead really likes art in Addition to creating it. He hates being only seen as the "muscle" so it wouldn't make sense for him to lean into that.

-bunny slippers that him and sari made together(she provided the buttons)

-the slippers go missing sometimes (basically considered community property unless he's wearing them)

(ratchet and prowl are the main offenders)

-frequent art museum goer

-really likes watching cooking shows, but is too shy to make food himself

-Owns a ton of star maps

-Really wants a treehouse that he, bumblebee and sari can hang out in

-pillowfort enjoyer

-casually reads quantum physics at the beach

Prowl: draft dodger

Doesn't look like him at all.

Prowls holoform being a mustachioed,white, police officer was an actual jumpscare for 7 y/o me, I kid you not

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- I know this bitch would not wear a helmet (you can't force him to) que windswept hair

-Not as much as starscreams, for obvious reasons but yk

-prowl is like one of those "shoes are a prison for your feet"

-emo hipster

-has a pet cactus named "planty"

-bumblebee heckles him for it

-can and has brought his cactus with him on early evening motorcycle rides

-the helmet is reserved for his cactus, bring your own >:(

-salad consumer

-him and jazz share custody of the cactus

-repeat victim of the cat distribution system

-ratchet has probably spent hours telling him they can't keep any animals at base

-frequent midnight picnics with jazz

-and beachcombing

-and roaming around antique stores cuz jazz wants to know what vinyl records are

-got a mug with an attempted pink chibi cat with big round shiny eyes painted onto it, courtesy of bulkhead trying to find an artsyle

-cherishes this mug to death

-has a shrine dedicated to it

#tfa #decepticons #autobots #tfa headcanons #tfa optimus prime #tfa bulkhead #tfa bumblebee #tfa ratchet #tfa prowl #AUUUUUUGH #im gonna have a pole #optimus prime #bumblebee #bulkhead #prowl #ratchet #tfa sari #sari sumdac #sari mention

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lolasimms · 1 year

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hcs about your married life with abby pls 🙇🏽‍♀️

wife abby headcanons pt.1

part 2 part 3

౨ৎ she’s an early bird and is almost always up at 6 am.

౨ৎ starts her morning off with cuddling you and then she’s off to the gym.

౨ৎ you wake up to an empty bed most mornings which usually you rant to her about.

౨ৎ your breakfast is usually simple, overnight oats and fruit, which she bullies you for.

౨ৎ she on the other hand insists on eating a high protein breakfast, for “gains”.

౨ৎ she’s a certified gym rat, which you find super hot.

౨ৎ when you’re really horny she takes pre-workout to make sure her stamina is up for you.

౨ৎ this usually leaves you saddle sore and aching for the next two days

౨ৎ she gets off on your overly domestic nature, especially when you take care of her.

౨ৎ if she’s got a cold or a throat infection you always pamper her and insist on feeding her soups and tea.

౨ৎ most weekends are spent lounging around the house as she’s not a very social person, neither are you.

౨ৎ some weekends are also spent at her father, Jerry’s place.

౨ৎ the three of you make dinners, play board games and he loves breaking out the photo album to embarrass her.

౨ৎ she earns a lot (she’s a doctor) so she’s always spoiling you.

౨ৎ loves to wine and dine you, especially when you both have time off work.

౨ৎ she can only cook staple meals, so she’s always impressed by the food you make for her.

౨ৎ she tends to overwork herself and usually comes back home tired.

౨ৎ despite the fact that she comes home exhausted she still insists on pleasing you.

୨୧

“Abs we shouldn’t, you just got off a 12 hour shift, you need to rest.” You press your wife but she’s ignoring you and pulling you into her.

“Doesn’t matter baby, I’m perfectly fine. Need to please my wife, you know what they say.” Both her hands are griping your thighs and pulling you towards the end of the bed.

“What do they say?” You question, accepting defeat, and allowing her to manhandle you.

“Happy wife, happy life.” In one quick motion, she’s tugged your pyjama shorts, along with your underwear off.

“What if you fall asleep mid eating pussy and I crush you to death?”

“Trust me baby, death by your pussy would probably be the best way for me to die.”

You tried scooching up toward the pillows , but Abby’s hands had a tight grip on your thighs. She wasn't going to let you get away. You were all the way at the end of bed now with her head in between your legs. She was tasting every bit of you, nibbling and marking you up. Your hands made their way to her hair, grabbing handfuls as her tongue swiped over your clit. All feelings of exhaustion from her taxing 12 hour shift were thrown out the window once she got to taste you, and you were fucking enjoying it.

You gasped. "Mmm...Abs..." Abby was loving every minute as she lapped you up. She pulled you closer, practically burying her face in your pussy. Your moans only added fuel to the fire burning inside of her. She was sucking your clit now and you could hear how wet you were for her. As she worked your cunt, two of her fingers were deep inside of you, fucking you for all you were worth and drawing a whimper from your throat. She was so fucking enthusiastic about eating your pussy and damn good at it too.

"Fuck, you taste so sweet." She panted, her breath like fire against your skin. "Gonna make you cum for me."

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౨ৎ The two of you love watching tv shows together, though she has a habit of not paying attention.

౨ৎ You’ll be well into a show and she’ll be wondering where a certain character went, when they got killed off like 5 episodes ago.

౨ৎ Falls asleep in your lap while you’re watching movies and shows because the poor thing works so hard.

౨ৎ Your name in her phone is ‘wifey’

౨ৎ Once again, she loves to spoil you, against your will of-course.

౨ৎ Buys you things if you look at them for even a second too long.

౨ৎ Her anniversary presents are always the best.

౨ৎ She insists that you don’t buy her stuff simply because you being her wife is enough.

౨ৎ On your 5 year wedding anniversary you open a box that has a pregnancy test in it, as you’d been discussing having children.

#female reader x abby anderson #abby anderson fluff #wife abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #abby anderson fic #reader x abby anderson

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cupcakeinat0r · 4 months

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A couple of yall asked for the booty routine so here u go, shawty <3

Ik this looks like a lot, but trust, bae, it’s important. I felt like if ima talk abt my routine, might as well talk a lil bit abt food too since both work as a team.

[First, let me say that I am by no means a professional. This is something I've learned and acquired through self-research, as well as having two siblings, one who is a bodybuilder and the other who is a personal trainer. Also, the gym is a safe n fun space for everyone:) Work out because you want to, not bc you think you need to look a certain way <3]

Here's my Split: I added my upper body days as well in case yall wanted to kno <3

Monday: Glutes + quads

Tuesday: Back + Biceps

Wednesday: Glutes + Hamstrings

Thursday: Chest + Tricep

Friday: Full Body

Saturday + Sunday: Active rest!!! (Could be running, walking, bicycling, etc., whatever is fun to do! My personal fav is the stair master for an hr or Running for 3 miles, but you do whatever you can. Listen to your body.)

In addition, I do cardio after each sesh on the weekdays. For me, that's running for like 2 miles or so, depends how I'm feeling, but you do whatever cardio you'd like! A good start could simply be inclined walking!

Also, pls pls pls remember rest days are VITALLL. If u want to grow that booty (which is something the couple of you specifically mentioned), those rest days are important bc this is the period when those muscles are actually repairing themselves from the workout, resulting in growth!!! A huge misconception is that “the muscles grow during the workout”… no. Ur actually tearin up those puppies, so that’s what rest days r for! Both rest + protein contribute to ur muscle repair + growth (I’ll talk abt protein intake later). Naturally, I like to rest Sat n Sun, but it could be any 2-3 days of the week. Sometimes, I be usin that Fri full-body sesh as a rest day too so liiiike... if u need to, please do (especially during periods uuuuugh).

As for specific Workouts, I'll list em here. These r for the booty ;)

Hip thrusts, booty + hamstrings

Romanian dead lift, booty + hammies

Goblet Squat, quad destroyer

Hip abductions, booty burner, omfg

Leg press, depends on footing. Higher on platform works hammies n booty, lower works quads.

Weighted Squats, the whole damn leg.

Body weight squats OR lunges (good for warm-ups)

Leg curl, hammies

Leg extension, quads

Bulgarian split squat, booty n whole leg

I do 4 sets of 12 <3

(ALMOST FORGOT, I TARGET FOR 5-6 DIFF EXERCISE FOR EACH WORKOUT)

Nutrition plays a huuuge part as well, but I'll only talk very lil abt it since ion know yall's specific needs<3

Generally, if u want growth, just take ur current weight and put that in grams, for example = 170 lbs. -> 170 g of protein each day. Now, taking in the amount of protein u need can be hard at first, so just for the beginning, just try to at least get close to it then work ur way up. Foods high in protein that I like are Greek Yogurt, Chicken, Lean Ground Beef, Salmon, and snackies such as protein bars (avocado is like the holy grail for a phat booty just sayin. It's not protein, but it's the healthiest source of fat there is!). As for other groups (fat n carbs) don’t be so strict, bae… just use your portions. No need to restrict urself from ANY food bc no food is “bad”. I can talk allllll day abt this one but ima just shut up for now lmao.

PHEW, honestly, don't mention the gym around me cuz I will not shut up. Ima gym rat at heart so like I could literally keep writing abt this but bc literally, like, 3 ppl asked for this, Ima just wrap up here <3

Hope this was a lil bit of help @gltzpzy @mybvalentine @icenbroo <33333333

P.s. would it be cringe if I said I sometimes use Miguel as motivation??? Like he’s watchin me or som??? Bye, I hate that I do that, I’m like actually mentally unwell bc of that stupid mass of pixels Sony created ☠️

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moon-sang · 2 years

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Could you add a little more to your 3AM prompt? I feel like it could be a gooooood one shot! :)

36 Days

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Ok, you guys win, I’ll write my idea :>

Please tell me if there are any gender indications, so. I can change it to gender neutral

SUMMARY: You and Mando have a huge fight. (Happy ending)

WARNINGS: Fighting, angst, nightmares, mature language, pls tell me if I miss anything!

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How did this start again?

Oh that’s right! You had walked outside of the Crest for the first time in exactly 5 weeks, 4 hours, 19 minutes, and 6 seconds.

And Din had the nerve to tell you off about it!

The story was Gideon had managed to get his hands on you when you were a few years old. From there you had been his lab rat up until the age of 20, that’s when Mando rescued you, and brought you along on his ship with his tiny green son.

You were forever grateful that he let you stay with him, but at the same time you were slowly losing your sanity, piece by piece. Exactly 36 days of being trapped in a dull silver cold ship, with a baby…how did Din not see it?! The frustrations!

Whenever you brought it up he would always turn you down by saying

“There are millions of bounty hunters and imperials looking for you, I can’t protect you as well as I protect the kid, keeping you out of sight is just a safety precaution.”

Fair enough…

BUT 36 DAYS

You weren’t even allowed to open any windows for kriffing sake!

~~~~~~~~ “You were reckless.” Scowled Din, fists clenched tightly by his side.

“No! I was tired of being trapped in this ship! 36 days, Din! 36 days since I last felt the sun!” You exclaimed.

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I am NOT! You might as well send me back to Gideon! I was more free even with him!” You yell, voice turning hoarse.

Din seemed to be taken back by your statement, because he is silent for a moment. “You wanna go back to Gideon? Be my guest, I’ll drop you off right now if you want me to, it’ll be easier on me, without you here.” He says in the most intimidating voice you’ve ever heard.

Tears formed at the corners of your eyes and he’s about to say something, perhaps and apology for his harsh words, but he doesn’t get a chance to, because your shoving past him, and making your way out of the cockpit.

Din doesn’t follow, he crossed the line and now he just needed to give you some space.

He had regretted the words the moment they came out, but he couldn’t stop them from toppling off of his tongue, pure anger and venom overriding any of his common sense.

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You cried for what seemed like hours in Din’s your cot.

It wasn’t just from the fear of Din’s words being true, but from the fight itself. Everything just got so overwhelming, especially with Din being so tall and just- intimidating!

An ugly, heavy sob wracked your body as you tried to curl up impossibly tighter on yourself.

Eventually you felt the familiar pull of your eyelids, and the haze of your tired mind. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, with old tears falling onto the dense pillow.

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“You have made the right choice Din Djarin.” Gideon’s voice booms through what you could only assume was a imperial cell.

Gideon had his familiar victory smile etched into his face, whilst Din stood beside him watching you struggle against your cuffs.

“Din? What’s going on?” You croak out.

Gideon let’s out a sinister laugh

“You wanted to come back, right?” Din says, followed by a dry chuckle.

Tears stream down your face, as you strain against your chains. “Din! Please don’t do this, I’m sorry!” You scream in broken sobs.

Din says nothing as he turns away from you, and begins his decent to the Razor Crest in the distance.

“Din!” You scream as loud as you can, hoping the desperation in your voice would magically change his mind.

Gideon smirked once more.

“Din!” You yell again, but to no avail.

Distantly you knew you were having a nightmare, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to wake up.

So you settle for screaming for Din, because right now, it’s the only thing you can do.

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Suddenly you felt hands tug at your waist, and your dream shifted, eventually disappearing into thin air, as you were welcomed back to your reality, in the Razor Crest, alone, crying in Din’s bunk, covered in your own sweat.

Usually Din would comfort you right about now. But he wouldn’t do that now, not after fighting. Maker you would be lucky if he ever spoke to you again!

An unexpected sob rips through your body, leaving you quivering against the wall. You could distinctly hear something hushing you gently, but you had to remind yourself that you were alone...and probably just paranoid from the nightmare.

That is until you hear it again.

“Din?” You sob out, hands travelling up his breastplate to confirm it’s really him.

“Shh, I’m here, meshurok.”

Just hearing him speak makes you cry even harder, which seemed impossible for you.

As the tears began to flow more freely your sobs became harder, until you were gasping for air. Din held you through it all, rocking you gently, bodies swaying together. “I-I’m so-sorry” You cough up, gripping his cowl tightly between your sweaty palms, trying to ground yourself. “I’m so-so sor-sorry.” You whimper. Din hushes you quickly, running his hands through your hair. “It’s ok ner’karta, relax.”

You don’t remember much of that night, you can’t remember how many hours Din held you securely against his chest, strong arms keeping you safe, and close to him, but it opened up a new path for the two of you. One where you wouldn’t lose your tempers and actually try to understand each other.

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You followed Din over to the hatch, ready to wave him off for yet another hunt.

You had come to terms with staying on the ship

Din couldn’t lose you.

Which is why.. you couldn’t understand why Din handed you an oversized cloak and said;

“No, Mesh’la, we’re going to go out”

Din had never seen you smile so brightly in his whole life.

#Din Djarin x reader #Mando x reader #Din x reader #Mando angst #Din Djarin angst #The Mandalorian x reader #Din Djarin x you #Din x you #Mando x you

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daenysthedreamer101 · 1 month

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HOTD S1 Rewatch

Ep 6 - The Princess and the Queen

Omg I love my Queen so much! Look at her smile 😔

First of all... How TF did Alicent find out so quickly that Nyra gave birth?

Mere seconds after pushing Joffrey out Nyra is told that Alicent wants to see him

At 2:38 she pushes him out. At 3:20 she's told by a maid that A wants to see the baby... Like.... How??

You can see only from a couple of minutes that Nyra already loves her baby boy! 😭😭😭

A is sooo evil for doing that to Nyra! Oh you're going to the Seven Hells for that!

Laenor is so confused but he's got good intentions lol

When he says 'I thought we were past this' it implies A did this with Jace and Luke as well...

The way Nyra is struggling to get up those stairs...Alicent I am in your walls!

Also I don't understand her saying 'you may get one who looks like you' like this baby isn't three minutes old!

I mean I know why she said it but damn, let him develop some features!

HARWIN THE MAN YOU ARE! 😫

Baby Vermax is so cute!

DRACARYS! Poor goat though

It's so obvious that Aegon was the one behind the Pink Dread. Alicent blames Nyra's boys but like Luke is like 5 maybe and Jace 7/8. Your son is the oldest one so shouldn't he know better than to bully his own brother.. Oh that's right he doesn't because you let him bully his brother.. And you call yourself a mother 🙄

DREAMFYRE! THE OG MOTHER OF DRAGONS!

Helaena my little cutie pie... You deserve a better mother btw

'Your obsession with those beasts goes beyond understanding'

He's a Targaryen and his brother bullies him for the fact that he doesn't have one, ofc he wants a dragon, Alicent, pls just say you dont understand anything about the House you married into and leave

'It's a wonder to me their eggs ever hatched' Why? Their mother is a Targaryen....? So what is your point exactly? Oh she's such a bitch I can't stand her!

Like. Your kids are half Targaryen. Nyra's kids are half Targaryen. Also all of Nyra'a kids had their dragons hatch to them.

None of Alicent's did. They all had to claim dragons. Which there's nothing wrong with that it's just why are you talking such bs?

God I wish they kept Rhaenys's hair black. That way you could have plausible deniability for why Nyra's kids have dark hair, smh.

'I have to believe that in the end honor and decency will prevail'. Literally three seconds ago you were talking shit about her out in the open halls... Right, decency, sure...

Alicent yelling at her son and getting in his face - someone give her mother of the year award...

Caraxes and Vhagar having a cute little dance in the sky, oh the foreshadowing 🙃

CRISTON COLE YOU PETTY IDIOT! HARWIN SHOULD'VE SMASHED YOUR FACE THE WAY YOU DID TO JOFFREY!

Harwin, you're so sexy, if only you lived longer 😔😔

Omg Jace's little face, he's so cute little baby 😭

Why is Criston soo agressive? He's manhandling a litteral child? Like bsffr 🙄

The way Harwin holds Jace's face and encourages him - I'm fine.. I'm fine 🙂🙂

'You forget yourself Ser that is the Prince' as if you weren't encouraging Aegon to attack and harm Jace, who's also a Prince and in line for the throne... Right

I know Harwin punching Clumbo in the face was not a good move politically but he was sooo hot doing that ughh😫 I need to stop

Nyra has such a sweet relationship with her maids. You can see they genuinely care for her😭

We stan Elinda Massey in this house!

The way Nyra was looking up at Laenor as he drunkenly talks about the Triarchy, bye! 💀

The way Daemon smiled at Laena when she walked to sit beside him ughh he loved her I know he did!

Alicent pointing out Nyra's milk leaking was such a bitchy move! 🙄

Viserys I need you to grow a spine, you are the King not Alicent. If he said so Helaena would've married Jace and Alicent couldn't do shit about it.

Larys is such a slimy shady rat I hate just seeing him on my screen!

Laena, bestie, you truly died a dragonrider's death! RIP you were a true girlboss 😔

Vhagar hesitating to burn Laena ughhh my feels!

Harwin saying goodbye to the boys and Nyra holding back tears.... Ughh my heart!

I don't even wanna talk about Harwin dying... You're telling me a man called Breakbones couldn't break a door. I call bs on that.

He's alive and well he's alive and well he's-

I'm fine fine fine fine I'm fine 🙃🙃

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h-doodles · 11 months

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hi, can I ask for your top ten favorite fics ? :)

Hi anon hiiiiiiii welcome!!! u caught me at a good time, ur soooo lucky bc i just glanced at my notifs and saw this ask get sent <3 KDBDKDKK its been literal years since i checked my ask box 👉🏻👈🏻

BUT ANYWAY! top 10 of all time???? be warned that while i am currently enchanted with ONE (1) 6 ft 3 in actress, I still do consider myself a girlie with varied tastes so. my old & other fandoms are mixed in my current list!

without further ado:

#10: knowledge for knowledge's sake by tigriswolf (ao3) || quite an old piece detailing how a change in the personality of one Hermione Granger could have had a massive impact to the story— and while I don't fuck with JKTerfling, the fics I've read from the old fans in the HP fandom are still honestly, some of the BEST I have EVER read. This one in particular irrevocably changed me as a teen, and is one story that I continue to draw inspiration upon when I create dark!AUs for my SI/OCs.

#9: Zutopia by itslivybear (ao3) || the fluff, the worldbuilding, an AU where Izuku is mentored by our beloved Rat God & together, they fix the world problems? GIRLIES catch me forever LOVING this concept like you could NEVER believe <3

#8: (not so) Bad Idea by @sarahpaulsonsoftie (tumblr post) || HEE HEE ITS LIVING IN MY MIND RENT FREE LIKE HELP THESE BITCHES GAY!!!!!! GOOD FOR THEM!!!!!!! ft a meddling plantita who really mothered; Marilyn Thornhill <3

#7: Hold my Soul by connyhascontrol (ao3) || I got into Trixie/Katya completely by one @montaguehphm introducing me to UNHhhh (HIIIIIII bestie I hope everything is going good and that ur gay keeps slay <3) and I haven't recovered ever since— reading the fics by writers on AO3 was a happy little accident, but one i will FOREVER love, nonetheless. Anyway, this particular fic was SO brilliantly original and YET so entrenched in the personalities between T&K that it ABSOLUTELY just wrecks me everytime I reread it. anyways hi @connyhascontrol pls know ur brilliant <3

#6: I think I'm gonna call him out by hellelf (ao3, users only) || again, another AU for Hermione fic, that's chockfull of world building and interesting relationships! It's been unupdated from its 5 chapters since 2021, but I still LOVE to look back at it from time to time 💖

#5: The Confectionary Chronicles series by cheshire_caroll (ao3); Into the Black series by angelholme (ao3); Hermione Granger & the Serpent's Renaissance series by epsi1on (ao3) AND New Blood by artemisgirl (ff.net) || if it's not evident, i am an absolute slut for fics ft. Hermione being badass & put into a v cool plot w/ insane amounts of world building, so yeah, def a top 5 most contender <3

#4: The Infinitely Curious Woman by chararii (ao3) || literally ALL of their fics are absolute bangers, and while I forever mourn their decision to stop all Naruto fics thanks to the great harddrive incident of 2022, I have nonetheless the GREATEST respect to their skill & talent to bring SUCH LIFE to their stories. In particular, I chose this particular fic of theirs because the premise of Sakura making her own way by shedding off her morality the more she learned & got influenced by her 2 greatest teachers was absolutely nothing short of DIVINE. It was and IS such an inspiration to read, reread & explore, and I will forever love @chararii for this brilliant piece of a fic

#3: The Endgame that never was series by @heleneplays aka me (tumblr masterlist) || ok I know this seems self-absorbed but DEAR MOTHER OF CHRISTIE i literally WENT OFF for a whole ass day and a half going feral for the Relics of the Lost Age series book 3 finale (hi @jamesshawgames pls know im still here and STILL simping even tho i am currently having a brainrot for a different thing on main sjdhdkdk i hope ur doing well dearest mr. chief author sir!!!!) and created this series from my dreams + nonstop ben&ben playlist— and honestly, I think it's VERY sexy of me <3 bc I rarely like things that I do after a while, but THIS— alongside Universal Constant (ao3) are truly my BEST work <3

#2: Across the Stars by nomisunrider (ao3) || I CAN NEVER STRESS THIS ENOUGH, HOW MUCH THIS FIC ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY LIKE. its been 4 YEARS since it was completed but HOLY. MOTHERFUCKING. GOD. The story between Michael & Philippa persisting beyond the odds, in a twist of the canon happenings in Star Trek: Discovery is FOREVER ingrained in my heart and soul and honestly once again THANK YOU @nomi--sunrider for SUCH a beautiful story 🥺🥺🥺

and drum roll please!!!

#1 (current): I literally cannot pick between Better than Gold + Little Cat by @lady-dimimi / @azu-zu (tumblr post for BtG | LC ao3); How to woo a Hot Principal by @softshrimpy (ao3); and Lipstick Stains by @weemssapphic (ao3) || LIKE HOLY SHIT THE FUCKING AMOUNT OF TALENT, PLOT, FLUFF, DRAMA AND UTTER GAYNESS THESE FICS BRING ME— its SOOOOO insanity inducing in the best of ways <3 also, i really count myself lucky to get into a very active (x reader) sphere LIKE ITS SOOOOO INSANE i get to consume CONTENT daily for such wonderful characters and these special morsels be like. authors, I am sending you all a MWAH from me

#meows at you meows at you #thank u for the ask lol im sorry it took literally HOURS i had to look thru my ao3 rec list to pick lmao #anyways MWAH #anon asks #answered asks #lee answers #fic recs #personal.txt #clown.txt #simp.txt

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cottagecorezemo · 1 month

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15 Questions for 15 or maybe 5 or 6 Friends

Tagged by @hiddenxplaces-blog

Are you named after anyone? Truly Scrumptious from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

When was the last time you cried? I take 78 medications to prevent such occurrences

Do you have kids? Heck no. Heck no again.

What sports do you play/have you played? Putt Party

Do you use sarcasm? Not often, really. I am more so earnest

What’s the first thing you notice about people? I'm shy so I'm usually just hoping they won't come up to me and talk to me. (This is IRL. I like to talk to people online so pls talk to me.)

What’s your eye color? Green

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings

Any talents? I'm a bit jack of all trades-y in that I can do a bit of a lot of things, but am particularly talented in no one area

Where were you born? in a clover patch, I'm a dew drop

What are your hobbies? writing, drawing, crocheting, video editing, playing the guitar

Do you have any pets? one cat, but I prefer rats. I've had ten, but currently don't have any

How tall are you? 5'5.5

Favorite subject in school? choir and poetry

Dream job? I do not dream of labor

I tag: everyone who wants to do this, I really know no one lmao

#thanks for tagging me!#about me

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unofferable-fic · 2 years

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“You’re just annoyed that your personal headcanon isn’t canon!”

Or; my personal thoughts (ranting) about the Loki series and its surrounding toxic discourse.

First of all, I’m going to preface this with the following: whether you loved or hated the Loki series, or you fall somewhere in between, your opinion is valid and if anyone tells you that you can’t express that in a critical manner, then they need to kindly go away. I should also mention the obvious which most people understand — death threats directed at anyone involved in making the series is disgusting and if you do so you’re fucking deluded.

Now that that’s out of the way…

I’m someone who wasn’t overly fond of the series in the end. I went in surprisingly hopeful after enjoying Wandavision and TFATWS. For the most part I really enjoyed the first 3 episodes (episode 3 being the best imo) but I found myself quickly disillusioned by how the narrative seemed to fall apart in terms of cohesiveness. Keeping it short and sweet, I feel like a lot of the relationships (whether platonic or otherwise) were rushed. I found Loki’d dynamic with both Mobius and Sylvie to be confusing, unbelievable, and all around not earned. It feels as though they had a start point and an end point (ie. Loki needs a genuine friend) but we didn’t see any of the journey in between to show how the relationship developed. The quote “after all this time…” in episode 6 sent me over. Like Loki pls you’ve known this woman for max two days or something… No, I’m not salty because he didn’t end up with Mobius. No, I’m not salty because of “selfcest”. I’m salty because I don’t think the relationships were done as well as they could have been. Also, even though no one asked, Loki x therapy is the only ship I give a rats about.

Other points include the following:

Loki felt more like a side character with little impact on the events in his own show.

Sylvie sometimes teeters into Mary-Sue territory, and at times appears to be valued only because she is a woman.

Mobius’ relationship with Loki seems inherently toxic and he is not his therapist. As someone who regularly attends therapy sessions, if your therapist ever talks to you like Mobius talks to Loki — get a new goddamn therapist, Jesus Christ…

In my opinion, the show explores very little of Loki’s character and what makes him tick, especially considering this is post-Avengers 2012 Loki. I’m aware there were only six episodes and I’m not expecting everything to be crammed in, but where Loki was in Thor 1 and the Avengers seems so disconnected from where he is in the series. It seems to portray him as someone hellbent on power and ruling, as opposed to someone desperate for respect and the love of his family/people.

But I digress, the real point of this post was to tell certain people to feck off. Obviously there’s going to be discourse around the series, but I’m starting to get really sick of one side telling the other “you put your personal headcanons on Loki”, “he’s not your character”, “you’re just annoyed because canon didn’t go how you wanted”, “you’re projecting your own abuse on him”, blah blah blah. And here was me thinking the discourse around Ragnarok was bad, but this is another level, lads.

Here’s an idea, how about people who liked the show stop acting like those who didn’t just pulled their opinion on Loki right out of their own ass? All I know is that every opinion I’ve ever formed on him was based on the first three films he appeared in. That’s it — nothing made up because I love to project as someone who went through similar shit to him.

Discuss the show, but don’t be a massive bellend about it.

In summary, Tom Hiddleston I am free next Saturday if you are free next Saturday and I’ll buy all the rounds of Jameson you need while we talk about Loki and how he — no matter what happens to him within the MCU from here on out — will always be one of favourite characters to grace the big screen.

(Anyway who cares what I think, people are just going to call me a whiny Loki apologist regardless.)

#loki #me saying shit #loki series #loki season one #loki show spoilers #anti loki series #anti loki show #found this in my drafts #and never posted idk why #so here you’s go lmao #Loki show discourse #tom hiddleston #loki series negativity

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moonpriincess · 2 years

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...evil, most definitely | chapter one

⇢ pairing: ateez x fem!poc!reader ⇢ rating: 18+ (mdni) ⇢ genre: coming of age (kind of…) psychological thriller, murder mystery (i guesss?), dark comedy, loosely based off and inspired by: If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio and Better Luck Tomorrow dir. by Justin Lin…+ ⇢ summary: He’d convinced himself a long time ago that what he was doing wasn’t as wrong as people thought. His love was keeping you safe and protected. Even if you didn’t know, even if you never knew, he’d continue to love you more than anything or anyone.

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⇢ chapter warnings: cursing, it’s slow and random, probably inaccurate information, that should be it but pls let me know otherwise (also this is absolutely not beta’d someone pls help me)

♪ i can’t make you love me by KINDA BLUE, Hwa Sa ♪

The Obsessed Artist Trope Defined as - a character that strives to perfect their chosen craft and better themselves at it by any means necessary, which can lead to their own self-destruction in their pursuit of perfection. Term A: Obsessed - defined as (of a person) to be preoccupied with or constantly worrying about something. Term B: Artist - defined as a person who works in one of the performing arts, as an actor, musician, or singer; a public performer Term C: Trope - defined as a universally identified image imbued with several layers of contextual meaning creating a new visual metaphor

Examples: Tonya Harding (I, Tonya); Norma Desmond (Sunset Boulevard); Andrew Neiman (Whiplash); Rogan Thompson (Birdman); Nina (Black Swan)

3 Months Earlier - October 15, 202X KQ Conservatory of Musical Arts and Performance 5:45 am

Studio Hours - 600 am to 2300 pm. Please respect reservations. Please respect the space. Please respect your peers.

The numbers on Hongjoong’s phone indicated that it was 15 minutes before 6, meaning 15 minutes before the first reservation of the day. Maybe even less if they decided to come early. He struggled to tie the plastic trash bag into a knot, his fingers cold and rigid from the lack of heat circulating around the room. Even a hoodie, a jacket and the shorts under his pants didn’t help with the cold of the studio.

Sure he could’ve turned on the heat, but he swore he wouldn’t do anything that would make it obvious he had been working in the studio when he was no longer allowed to. At least not until he could catch up on his tuition payments (He was honestly lucky they hadn’t kicked him out of the school yet).

Even luckier for him, Mingi always reserved the same studio at the very end of reservation hours. Yet, instead of locking up for the night, Mingi allowed Hongjoong access to the studio so he could work. The plan itself probably wouldn’t have worked out if he wasn’t doing the maintenance man a favor. Clean the studio halls every Wednesday and Friday (without pay mind you) and he wouldn’t rat Hongjoong out to staff and administration.

Beep.

Hongjoong froze in the middle of the room, plastic bag full of trash in one hand and his other in the midst of hiking his backpack up to his shoulder. One glance at the clock indicated that it was 6:02 am, early, but too late for Hongjoong to be leaving. Hongjoong clenched his jaw and glancing around in a panic. There wasn’t anywhere to hide in such a small, closed off room. It barely fit a couch in the corner and the recording mic was a shove away from smacking into the wall.

The door creaked open slowly allowing light and the sound of murmuring to filter into the room.

“Shit!”

Hoongjoong jumped before sagging in relief at the sight of the building’s maintenance man, Mr. Lee, in the doorway.

“What are you still doing here?” the old man scolded, shaking his head as he pushed his way into the room. Hongjoong bowed half-heartedly as he moved around him and toward the door.

“I accidentally…um fell asleep,” Hongjoong tried to explain. Mr. Lee took in his ruffled appearance. Hongjoong’s hair was sticking up on the side of his head and his eyes looked bleary. His face was also red and puffy from both sleep and the cold, plus his clothes were wrinkled and looked slept in.

“Go home and take a shower before someone catches you,” The old man advised. Hongjoong only nodded, glad that he didn’t have to stay any longer than necessary. Sometimes Mr. Lee was an okay guy, most of the time he was a creep.

Hongjoong gave another bow, this one a bit more thoughtful, more respectful, and Mr.Lee only waved him off before turning back to cleaning the studio. He knew that there wasn’t much left to clean.

Stepping out of the studio, Hongjoong threw his trash away before he hurried through the building to the parking lot. Not that he had a car, but he did have his bike stored away pretty safely by a corner of the lot. The lot itself was practically empty, only a car or two parked closest to the elevators with the staff passes hanging from neck of their rearview mirrors.

He quickly hooked his other arm through his backpack strap and pulled his bike out of the wedge in the wall. It was a decently sized space, probably littered with trash and cigarette butts, but he could fit his bike in it without having to try and maneuver anything, and he could very well fit in it if he tried.

Hongjoong cleaned up his bike, kicking and wiping away as much dust as he could, before he mounted it and peddled off toward his apartment complex to take a much needed shower.

October 15th, 202X 7:50 am

To be honest, Yunho wasn’t an early riser or a morning person. If anything he would’ve slept for as long as he physically could if his schedule just, permitted it. But Tuesdays were his busiest day of the week and sleep was sacrificed for the sake of the dreams that he’d chased so far that it was too late to turn back now.

Not that Yunho didn’t love dancing. Matter of fact it was his biggest passion. He knew that even if he had nothing, at least he had dancing, and he was content with that thought. But there was something toxicly addicting in the air when it came to the competitiveness of the conservatory. It pulled his mind away from the art he was working to perfect and pushed it toward the need to be praised by teachers who could very well be his downfall in just a few words-sometimes even just numbers on a paper.

Yunho still had a blush across his cheeks as he walked into his first dance class, meaning he wasn’t even fully awake at this point. That and it was freezing. It was the middle of October and though it wasn’t as cold as it got mid-winter, fall had always been windy seasons, with cold air and dewy mornings. Not to mention the dance studio always felt like it was below 40 when he first came in.

He’d tried to grab his warmest sweater before he headed out but found it wasn’t where he left it by the door. He wouldn’t put it past any of his housemates to have taken it, but Wooyoung was the most likely contender. Yunho assumed that because of the amount of clothing the other male owned, he didn’t have time to check which ones were actually his or not.

“Hey Yunho.”

“Morning,” Yunho greeted politely, clearing his throat to ease its dryness.

The class was filled with the same Tuesday morning students. Either awake too early or hitting that mark where they’d been awake for so long, they were running on basically adrenaline and coffee alone.

Just a glance around the rooms would show how Yeji was already marking a routine that Yunho was unfamiliar with and how Seowon was knocked out on a pile of backpacks.

The dance studio was only a five-minute walk from his place. Sometimes it took him 15 minutes if he decided to get coffee or water from the café in the lobby.

Well it wasn’t so much a café but just a small store that basically only had water, coffee, salads, and sandwiches; all of it lined up neatly in the open display case that was kept at cooler than room temperature so that nothing would spoil. On Tuesday mornings he was usually met with Yena, who always had too much energy in the morning, and Sungwoo, who didn’t care about getting caught falling asleep at the counter. 3 years and two months at the same school and having essentially the same routines gave you nothing but time to get to know people.

“-but are you ok?”

“Yeah, I mean I’m not…like super hurt-“

“-I don’t even know why you’re in class today-“

“-Yeah you should’ve-“

“Hi Yunho.”

Yunho set his bag on the floor gently, turning his head slightly to nod at the group or girls stationed in the corner of the room.

“Hey-woah, are you ok?”

The girl at the center of attention, Chaewon, huffed as though exasperated but she rolled her eyes playfully, “I’m fine. Just a small scratch.” Chaewon was a pretty girl, but her features were marred with a large white bandage on her temple just above her right eyebrow.

“Chaewon, someone practically jumped you,” Nieun was one of the tallest girls in the class, nearly as tall as Yunho himself.

“Seriously?” the question slipped out before he could really think about it.

“No, not seriously. No one jumped me. Some guy was just running or something and he shoved me out of the way,” Chaewon rolled her eyes, blowing her bangs away from her forehead, “It was just…wrong place, wrong time.”

“Yeah, running from the police,” Marie, the final girl in their trio, rolled her eyes harder than Chaewon ever could.

“But…you’re ok, right?” Yunho’s brows were furrowed deeply in worry.

“I’m fine, no internal bleeding or emotional trauma.”

Yunho smiled though he felt a bit uncomfortable. There was an uneasy feeling in his chest, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. Perhaps it was just the worry of knowing someone dangerous was running around near their campus or even just the knowledge that someone he knew had gotten hurt. Not that he knew Chaewon on a deep personal level, but he could say that they were friends. You tend to bond with people when they’re in the same stress filled environment as you. Plus Chaewon was your roommate.

“Well, I hope you feel better soon, and I’m always here if you need someone to walk home with,” Yunho offered politely and he ignored the flush of Chaewon’s cheeks. She straightened her back, nearly preening, as she flashed him a pretty smile.

“Thanks Yunho.”

Yunho only nodded back, turning away as he slid off his slides and changed into his studio shoes, indicating the end of the conversation.

3 Months Earlier - October 15, 202X 22:32 pm

You let out a sharp exhale as Chaewon pushed against your back, bringing your chest and torso closer to the floor. Stretching was always the way to end the day, even when you’d gone back to your dorm, taken a 3-hour nap, and ate dinner already, your day didn’t truly end until you’d finished your stretches. The typical day started with stretches and ended with stretches.

You shifted your hips, keeping your legs spreading as far as they could in your forward split.

“Try to push your torso forward a little more.”

“Ugh…”

One of Chaewon’s hands rested on your shoulder, the other keeping your hips to the floor. She pushed at your shoulder slowly, your hips and legs moving to accommodate for your torso flattening even more against the floor. You kept your body flexed, reaching forward with your arms and took short puffs of breath as Chaewon counted.

“-17…18…19…20”

You let out a sigh of relief as you eased your muscles, flopping onto the ground and moving your legs out of their split. You shifted to curl them underneath you, your heals touching your bottom as you kept your arms in their reaching position, your forehead touching the floor as though you were praying. After a moment you rolled over onto your back, spreading your limbs out as you took one deep breath in before letting it out slowly.

“You ok?” Chaewon giggled and you only gave her a grunt as an answer. You were fine. You were used to the splits and you were used to stretching, but your body had been through enough today and all you needed was rest. And a shower.

“I’m tired,” you commented and Chaewon hummed. You reached out and stopped her fingers from scratching at her bandaged wound.

“Me too…”

Despite it being nearly eleven in the evening, there were still a few people in the studio aside from you and Chaewon. There was still plenty of noise within the mirrored room, one or two students chattering and the other still practicing whatever routine they felt they needed to perfect. You’d stayed later before, but today you were tired, and you felt disgusting.

“Ugh,” You sat up from your laying position, “Let’s go home, I seriously need to shower,” you pushed yourself to stand, your muscles aching a bit more than usual due to such a hectic day.

As you stood you reached your arms up to the ceiling, linking your fingers and giving your body one more satisfying stretch before shaking off your limbs and then reaching a hand out to help Chaewon up from the floor. The other girl did the same thing as she stood to her feet, finishing off with a final shake of her limbs before she followed you to where you’d stored your belongings.

The two of you worked on changing out of your dance clothes, Chaewon occupying the single folding chair in the corner to pull her shoes and socks off. You fanned yourself a bit before pulling your sweater over your clothes. The cold dance studio was doing quick work of cooling down your sweat and despite how disgusting you felt with your hair stringy from sweat and your clothes sticking to your skin, you were willing to do anything to leave as soon as you could at this point.

The two of you gathered your belongings and bid the other students goodbye, everyone promising to see each other in a couple of hours. You made your way to the lobby of the building, giving the night receptionist a sheepish goodbye as you and Chaewon slipped through the doors and out into the cold air.

You rummaged through your bag, stuffing your large metal waterbottle into it to avoid carrying more than you needed to as Chaewon talked on how cautious she was about walking so late at night now. You’d been the first one she called when she got hurt just the night before and you had chastised her as soon as she told you, though perhaps that was just to ease your own worries. In the end you doted on her as soon as you got to the emergency room.

“And y’know, Yunho of all people offered to walk me home,” Chaewon looked at you with a cheesy grin.

“I mean why wouldn’t he? He’s a sweet guy,” your reply was muffled by the food in your mouth. You offered the granola bar to Chaewon, taking another bite when she shook her head.

“I don’t know, he’s never really…taken interest in me or anything, he was always closer to you,” Chaewon let out a deep sigh, you gave her a look and she only shrugged. Was she insinuating something?

“I don’t know if we’re really…close. We’re mostly just friends because of Jongho,” also because you tended to hang out with essentially the same people when your school’s population didn’t go past 400 students.

Jongho was your first friend on campus; the first person you ever got close to when you first moved out here. He became quick friends with a group of 7 other guys who were all older than the two of you, (Chaewon herself was a year older than you, and despite being her roommate you didn’t get close to her until half way through your first year) and you became quick friends with them as soon as introductions were made. You were sure that you would’ve met all of them at some point even if you didn’t know Jongho. Each of them were in at least 2 to 3 of your classes throughout the week.

“Are you like interested in Yunho?” you teased, hitting your shoulder against hers as you walked through the streets.

“I’m not interested in him,” Chaewon rolled her eyes playfully, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. She shuffled closer to you as a cold gust of wind blew through your shivering bodies, “I mean he’s like…really handsome, and tall, and like those hands-“

“Yeah, ok not interested-“

“But I just broke up with Wooyoung and I’m not trying to date within the circle.”

You let out a noise as you nodded in understanding. Another thing that just came with being at a conservatory that had such a small population was the lack of dating pool.

Chaewon and Wooyoung had been together for a total of 2 months. Not super short but not entirely the longest relationship either. But sometimes it was hard to date, break up, and get over it when the person you were with was someone you saw practically everyday.

You were honestly a little surprised the two of them had even gotten together, because to your knowledge, or at least what Jongho had told you over the summer vacation, Wooyoung was going through some emotional shit at the moment that had to do with “getting over someone”. You put together that his way of getting over said person meant dating someone else.

“Wait, am I part of the circle?”

You laughed as Chaewon shoved you into the building, snorting in amusement as the two of you walked the halls of the dorms.

“To be honest with you, I think you are,” Chaewon answered, the two of you bowing to the RA in greeting as you passed by the front desk and the common area.

“Am I?”

You were cut off from an answer as your phone rang in your pocket. You fished it out and looked at the caller ID, turning it in Chaewon’s direction with raised brows.

“There’s your answer,” Chaewon laughed, though her eyes tightened with emotion. You grimaced slightly before answering your phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey (Y/N)!” Wooyoung’s voice was loud enough to be heard through the speaker even as you pressed your phone against your ear, “Are you free tonight?”

“Um yeah, I mean I just got back to the dorms.”

“Woah, you just got back? Wh-why are you walking back by yourself so late? Yunho told us some guy was running around attacking girls!”

“Relax, I’m with Chaewon, and that’s…not even really true? They caught him already,” you laughed.

Wooyoung let out a deep sigh.

“Well as long as you guys are together…you never know what kind of weirdos are out there.”

You were rather content with not knowing for yourself.

“Did you call me for something?” You leaned against the wall as Chaewon unlocked your dorm room.

“Oh yeah! We’re watching some movies tonight at Jongho’s place, did you wanna come sleep over? Jongho was too busy to call you and ask.”

You groaned as you dropped your bag by your bed. You and Chaewon’s room was a bigger sized room, that was furnished with two twin beds, your desks, and more than enough floor space to have a table in the center of the room and some Ikea shelves pushed into the wall. The building itself was fashioned to look more old school, with its oak-colored walls and doors. The windows were arched at the top and the ledge part of your large arched window popped outwards so that there was a little window sitting area that you and Chaewon had designed with blankets and pillows. You still had a communal bathroom but that wasn’t too much of a bother.

Jongho and his friends, on the other hand, lived in the residence hall apartment buildings just across the street. With each apartment housing usually 4 students, it was equipped with two rooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen and a spacious living room. The apartment buildings were different in a way that they weren’t officially residence halls but more often than not KQ students lived within the apartments for the sake of cheaper rent.

Jongho himself lived with Hongjoong, Yeosang, and San. While Wooyoung lived with Yunho, Seonghwa, and Mingi just two floors above the other four.

Jongho had offered to be your roommate in your second year but at that point you’d gotten close enough to Chaewon to be ok with living with her again. Plus your scholarship paid for housing, which meant living in the dorms.

“But I’m tired,” you whined as you pulled off your clothes and threw them in the hamper. Chaewon was seated at her desk/vanity (she’d somehow equipped it to look more like an old fashioned vanity than just a wooden desk, with her own large mirror and everything) brushing through her hair and getting ready to go take shower. You’d put your phone on speaker, leaving it on the middle of your bed as you stood in front of your closet in only your underwear.

“C’mon! We’ll come pick you up and walk you over!”

“Ugh but I haven’t even showered!”

“You can shower at Jongho’s place! C’moooon!”

You turned and gave Chaewon an exasperated look and she mouthed a short “Don’t do it” with a shake of her head. She and Wooyoung hadn’t ended things on a bad note or anything, but it was still painfully awkward. They apparently still needed some time before they could go back to their original dynamic. But you knew she understood that Wooyoung had been your friend first.

“Is that (Y/N)?” You hear faintly and you sighed as Jongho called out your name over the phone.

“Yeess?”

“Are you ready? We’re heading out to your place right now.”

Your eyes widened in surprise as Chaewon covered her mouth in shock.

“Um…why?” you questioned, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a large sweater.

“What do you mean? We’re watching movies tonight, didn’t Wooyoung tell you?”

“Uh yeah, like…5 minutes ago?”

Jongho let out a sigh and you snorted as you heard Wooyoung yelp.

“He was supposed to ask you earlier when I was busy, he told me you said yes already.”

“Well, I didn’t think she’d say no,” you heard faintly and you could imagine Wooyoung rubbing his arm. The two of them argued in the background, the phone picking up bits of their conversation but they didn’t seem to be rerouting or stopping in their trek.

You let out a loud groan as you glance over at the clothes you’d pulled out to change in after your shower. In a definitive moment you huffed before grabbing said items and shoving them into your bag. Chaewon shook her head as she turned back to the mirror. You really couldn’t ever say no to Jongho.

“I’ll be down in 5 minutes, just let me pack my stuff,” You told the boys and you barely allowed Wooyoung to slip in an apology before you hung up the phone.

a/n: this got posted late cus i didnt finish writing it💀. but anyways the first three chapters are gonna be pretty slow cus theyre mainly introducing the characters. Also i dont actually...know anything about conservatories or dancing 💀💀 but pls bare with me im trying my best with what little research material have. I watched whiplash and better luck tomorrow again and read if we were villains and had a bright idea. Anyways please reblog and leave your thoughts! my inbox is always open! Thanks for reading!

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