#leggy bffs

[sanriochoso]

my goal on tumblr dot com is to have all my mutuals who make characters in their fics have cats have the cat named after mine

#her name is apricot jam #she’s my bff my epic cringe fail daughter #she’s currently sticking her leggy up and grooming #speaking

[fourseasonsfigs]

Zhongpei

Careful, this flirty cutie packs a mean punch!

This set is amazing on so many levels. This fig maker's designs always lean towards saucy, and this is no exception!

The name of the fig set refers to the Junzhe Extended Universe pairing of Zhong Wumei and Pei Yuntian.

Gong Jun plays Prince Zhong Wumei in Unique Lady. Here he is dressed as a beautiful young woman in order to lure out and capture some evildoers.

This clip is hilarious and has the bonus of being English subbed. It's definitely worth watching!

The imperial doctor Pei Yuntian is Zhang Zhehan's character from Cosmetology High.

The title listing of this video calls him a cute and handsome little villain! I didn't realize he was a bad guy here, I thought he was just a palace schemer. I definitely need to watch this.

Our sassy figs came carefully packaged in their custom polystyrene foam. Luckily, they arrived perfect! I was a bit worried that Wumei's gorgeous hair ornaments might not survive the trip, but thankfully they did.

The fig maker also included a sticker sheet! This was supposed to be a special first-in gift for the first set of buyers (which I was not), but people were so upset to miss the leg hair that she included them for everyone.

We have some different thicknesses of leg hair - from the top (MTL) is "ordinary short", "low profile short", and "wild long section". Outstanding. We also have some great other stickers that are definitely very multipurpose for Junzhe figs!

These aren't regular stickers like I'm used to. They are backwards, like transfers, and there's a clear protector sheet over them you have to peel off. I tried press-sticking one on Wumei, but it didn't seem to work.

Thankfully, my best fig friend helped me out here with her quality advice. These are water stickers, which means they are like temporary tattoos - you get them wet, and then stick them on the fig, and then after a bit you gently peel off the backing. I would never have puzzled this out!

Alright, before we start with Wumei, let's get a still of this fantastic look for comparison purposes...

Gong Jun is stunning dressed as a woman. Beautiful people are just beautiful! I can't help remembering how one of the interviewers at the SHL concert had previously gushed to Gong Jun about how pretty he was dressed up as a woman (and ahaha, Zhehan's face during their concert interview segment!). May I just also note how gorgeous his fingers are here.

Our extremely flirty prince came with a very saucy fan that is not the fan in the still above! You can see it if you zoom in, but fair warning if you're on public transportation or something, it's very scantily clad chibis having a grand ol' time together (it's only like 2 fire emojis on the Fig Spice-o-meter scale, but still nothing I'd zoom in on a crowded bus while an all-too-curious seat mate looked on, for instance). I was going to take a closeup of it for you, but I ran way out of picture space. There's some closer pictures below you can zoom in on.

Here he is, all coy and delicate and flashing some leg. A very smooth skinned leg, without even "low profile short" hair, as these photos were taken before BFF help. Never fret, loyal figthusiasts, keep on scrolling!

Two leggies! And a great look at the hairstyle. That butterfly pin is so pretty.

And here we go - a full shot of the beautiful pin and the hanging ornament off of it. So pretty! Wumei likes to pull his hair over his shoulder and stroke it playfully when acting flirty, so here we have his hair over his shoulder.

You can see a bit of the very complex piles of hair that Wumei is wearing in the still. You'll also notice he seems to be leaning pretty aggressively over to the side, which is by design, as he's putting up his dress.

This full back view really shows the hair in it's complicated glory!

Ooh, this is a good shot of one of his earrings. They are clip-ons in the show.

CUTE. The fig maker did such a great job with the eyes here. You can also start to see some of the flowered pins here.

SO CUTE. Look at this! Amazing. Here you can see how he's holding his dress up too.

I flipped the fan over here so you could see the other side is a plain gold. If you can't have frolicking chibis in the house, this is a very pretty look too!

He is wearing frilly knickers! I am just so delighted by this fig, I can't even tell you.

The frills were too amazing to not show you both sides.

Speaking of amazing, here's his hair ornaments in all their glory.

And from the back, looking down and forward. Yikes, I'm going to run out of my 30-pic post limit at this rate! Time for Pei Yuntian.

Yep, he's drool-worthy indeed. No jury would convict you, Pei Yuntian!

The hands are just beautifully molded on these figs - really great detail. I love the bit of a cat-eye line he has going on at the corner of his eyes here.

I like the nice wide sleeves. I haven't seen this show, but I have seen a lot of Pei Yuntian figs, and this outfit is pretty classic.

Speaking of classic, the rabbit-ear hat is the same on every fig so far! It's very distinctive.

I assume this is a herb-gathering basket, just given that he's a doctor in the show. However, like I said, I haven't seen it, so take this with an enormous chunk of salt.

I regret photographing this on a white background! I should have done it on a colorful one so you could see the detail better.

It's a pretty outfit though. Very billowy and a pearly white, which gives it some nice visual interest. This fig maker likes pearlescent paints on her figs.

Look at that blush! Too cute - the eyes here are just wonderful.

Much plainer here on the underside for Pei Yuntian. Yikes, I really am almost out of picture allowance!

AHAHAHAHAHA. I'm back here to report on the leg hair water transfer sticker and it is FANtastic.

First off, major credit to my BFF, the water transfer worked perfectly. I cut out the stickers, peeled off the protective plastic, grabbed an end with a tweezers, and ran it under water. I stuck it on the leg and kind of tapped it around. I didn't even have to wait, I just peeled it off!

This is actually three of the "low-profile short", since I put one on right in the middle and it looked a little patchy. So I did one above and below, and here's the result! I picked the lo-pro since we are just fresh off of Gong Jun's Cosmo Body Issue mag shoot, and well, he's very well groomed, so I had that in my head when I picked.

I am now maybe kinda regretting not going with the "wild and long", but I'm really happy with it! I actually burst out laughing when I took off the last sticker, it's hilariously funny and I couldn't stop chuckling as I took this picture! Now I wish I had done this before taking all the pics, but this one is good enough. Hehehe, I'm still giggling to myself!

I love it SO MUCH, it's ridiculous and silly and perfect!

This set actually came with a printed box with the same artwork, but I'm all out of picture space! It's just the same artwork on the box card, nothing different.

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 291

Scene Count: 22

Rating: Zhong Wumei, so enchanting! His Highness is so pretty!

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#jzeu #junzhe #zhong wumei #pei yuntian #unique lady #cosmetology high #zhang zhehan #gong jun #figthusiast #woh cast #word of honor cast #shl cast

[onthepageauthorservicesllc]

Then There Was You: Liam's Story SM Stryker https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09Z476BKJ Website https://smstryker.com/ Facebook Readers Group https://www.facebook.com/groups/149790685660456

From Amazon bestselling author SM Stryker comes an emotionally riveting, standalone, romantic suspense.

༺❃༻Liam is running for his life. He's been so many people he can hardly remember who he really is.༺❃༻

Walking away from the only woman he's loved to keep her safe; he wonders if he will ever be able to have a normal life. With the trial starting in a week, all he can wish for is to put his demons and secrets in the past.

With her new job on the West Coast waiting for her, Finn packs her few belongings and says goodbye to her past ghosts. She just has to do one last thing before she leaves.

When Finn mistakes the man with the dark shaggy hair and the crooked smile, for her blind date, she thought her BFF Marley finally got this one right. He was beyond beautiful, but she was leaving town in the morning and she doesn't do one-night stands. Although, for him, she might reconsider.

Liam can't take his eyes off of the gorgeous leggy blond that walked into the restaurant. And when she suddenly sat down in front of him he couldn't believe his luck. They laughed and talked as if they had always known each other, but, when her phone rang, it all comes crashing down, literally.

Liam couldn't get the mysterious woman out of his head. He knew he could never be with her, he'd learned that the hard way with Callie, besides, he's just passing through; he has to testify in a week, and God only knows if he'll make it back alive.

Finding out the man in front of her wasn't her blind date, Finn started to question her judgment. Why didn't he tell her he wasn't her date? She should've known better than to think Marley would set her up with someone like him.

He was perfect.

Can life get any worse?

But with him, it was the first time in a long time, she felt safe, unafraid, and normal.

[blinkplnk]

yugbam → casually sitting on your bffs lap

#got7 #got7edit #bambam #yugyeom #yugbam #leggy bffs #giant maknae #yolo prince #i love how unbothered yugyeom is #bambam like 'its free real estate' #and hes not wrong #we love leggy best friends #myserymade #myserygifs #boygroups

[kundool]

Today’s warmup was my OC teaching Javier how to dance tinikling

#rdr2 #javier escuella #oc inday #theyre bffs now #javier about to get his leggy chopped

[erythristicbones]

walking four miles yesterday after barely ever leaving the house was a mistake

#my leggys ache 😔 #but idk i might start doing that more often w my gfs bff #just cause i really should exercise more #unfortunately i have so much ptsd fueled paranoia that im often too scared to leave the house alone

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; sk8 d8 (Part 2/2); PG

doing the cha cha slide  with a hundred other people on skates is the cornerstone of who i am today as a human thank u for your time

Taemin smiles innocently and slides one hand up Jonghyun’s arm and over his shoulder.

“This is where the teenagers come to make out where no one can see them,” he says slyly. He’s honestly amazed that there wasn’t a couple squished down here already. He must be lucky today.

“Ew,” Jonghyun mumbles, scrunching his nose. “Why the fuck are we here then?”

part 1

ao3

“This is just as rad as Jungs said it would be, fuck,” Jonghyun mumbles. He watches the floor of the dark rink, watches the colorful light flowers and stars swirl and rotate over the hardwood. They glow on the walls, too, and on him, and on Taemin next to him as they skate slowly together, the stripes of his sweater making the lights into a choppy illusion that he can’t stop glancing at.

Taemin grins lazy at him, lights flashing in his earrings and on the glowstick bracelets around his wrists and on the wheels of his quads. He also has a cheap glowstick on a cord around his neck that Jonghyun bought earlier because he wanted to surprise him and didn’t know that he brought his own glowy shit already. Jonghyun was pretty embarrassed about that, but Taemin still put it on and it matches the one that Jonghyun bought for himself, so whatever.

“This must be the raddest thing you’ve ever seen, then, considering how much Jungie exaggerates everything,” Taemin says. Jonghyun snorts, giggling into his hand. She is an embellishing little bub, yeah.

“One time during practice, she scraped her knee and acted so overdramatic about it that we thought she actually, like, broke something,” he says. He loves that little bean child, honestly.

“Sounds like her, yeah,” Taemin grins. They reach a turn and he again tugs Jonghyun to take it wide, pulling him with their linked arms to skate near the wall instead of sharp around the inner corners. Jonghyun lets himself be pulled lazily. This slow skating thing is nice, he thinks, especially with a cute babe like Taemin next to him.

Taemin is still skate dancing, too; he bobs to the funky music, taking his strides to the beat and doing little kicks and twists of his feet. Jonghyun can tell every time he wants to spin but stops himself to keep holding onto Jonghyun. It’s cute. And impressive, honestly. Jonghyun has no idea how he does it.

“How do you--” he mumbles, and tries to copy the way Taemin quickly lifts his right foot in front of his left and then pops it backwards. He clips his left boot with his back right wheel and almost stumbles. Taemin chuckles as he holds Jonghyun a little tighter to steady him.

“Years of practise,” he says, “and skates that aren’t obnoxiously long.” He lifts his own left foot and wiggles his quad, a skate that is admittedly much shorter than Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun still pouts, though, and lifts his own inline skate to wiggle.

“They’re made for speed,” he says defensively. So he can take wide strides and nyoom really fast. Taemin nods with a shrug.

“So not made for dancing,” he says easily. “I bet if you practised in quads for a while you could do some tricks.”

“God, no, I’m garbage on quads,” Jonghyun mutters. He can’t skate on them at all, which is wild, considering he learned on them when he was a little tot. Taemin shrugs again and squeezes his arm gently.

“Guess I’ll have to be enough of a master dancer for the both of us,” he says. Jonghyun squeezes him back. He guesses so. He’s at that point already, honestly; he never stepped off of the beat once during that whole little conversation. It’s almost breathtaking, how Taemin seems to be one with the music even when he’s only giving it half of his attention. It’s almost like he was born to be here, on the hardwood, in those skates, breathing the music in and exhaling it out as art.

“You’re looking at me all dreamy again,” Taemin hums. His pretty lips curve into a smirk as Jonghyun blinks and blushes and looks away.

When he looks back at Taemin, he means to say “stop looking so dreamy then,” but the words catch in his throat as a bigger light rolls over his face. He’s gorgeous, mussed hair falling around his cheeks, dark eyes almost black in the dim light, slightly hooked nose and round cheeks and plush lips all relaxed and content, like he’s happy to just exist here in this moment.

Jonghyun swallows thickly and is the first to tug on Taemin’s arm this time, pulling him inwards, through the crowd and into the center but away from the rest of the dancers. Taemin follows, but hums curiously, tilting his head at Jonghyun in question. Jonghyun unlinks their arms but only so he can stand in front of Taemin and look up at him. A circle of blue stars swirls over Taemin’s face before continuing away.

Jonghyun opens his mouth, closes it, shakes his head, rubs the back of his undercut sheepishly. He has no idea how to put what he wants to express in words.

Instead, he leans forward and up and presses a short but warm kiss to Taemin’s pretty mouth.

Taemin is smiling when Jonghyun pulls back, happy and lazy, and he leans forward and gives Jonghyun a slow return peck. Jonghyun bounces on his toes happily before they link their arms together again and skate back into the crowd. This time, Jonghyun laces their fingers together as well.

~

“Five hops this time!”

“Five?” Jonghyun shrieks, eyes wide. “On skates?”

Taemin laughs even harder than he already was as he does his five hops, putting a hand on Jonghyun’s shoulder to steady himself so his breathlessness doesn’t tip him over. Holy shit. Holy shit, this is the best thing he’s ever experienced. Jonghyun looks absolutely baffled as the crowd of people in the center of the rink also do five hops, on skates, the thud of wheels on hardwood almost loud enough to drown out the music.

“Fuck, don’t--” Jonghyun stumbles as he tries to hop and hold Taemin’s weight at the same time. The only reason he doesn’t fall completely is because Taemin grabs him and holds him in a close hug, laughing loud into his shoulder.

“Oh my fucking god,” he giggles.

“Taems, who the fuck decided the Cha Cha Slide was a good song for skates?” Jonghyun asks. Taemin grips his sweaty shirt and just laughs more, nuzzling into his neck and breathing deep his cologne. He skips a few steps of the dance, but pulls away eventually and pushes his hair out of his face.

“It’s a great song for skates, Jongie,” he grins. He stomps his left foot to the beat; Jonghyun does too, half a second late. “And technically it’s the Cha Cha Slide Part Two.” The better version. “They do this every night.” He stomps his right foot to the beat. Jonghyun shakes his head in disbelief.

“Every--”

“Freeze!” the song commands, and then Taemin, along with the rest of the crowd, all chorus with it, “everybody clap your hands!”

And Jonghyun looks so bewildered again at the practised unison of the entire rink that Taemin has to laugh again as he claps quickly to the beat. This is the best Cha Cha Slide he’s ever been a part of. Jonghyun claps too, after a moment, looking defeated and resigned to finally just go with the song without complaining. Taemin grins and bumps their hips together. He’s so cute.

“Come on,” he says as the song tells them to get down low. He takes Jonghyun’s hands and tugs him down a little, then lets go and jams the rest of the way down himself, rolling his legs out in an easy split. Jonghyun scoffs at him from where he’s just crouching down, hands on his knees.

“Showoff,” he says. Taemin throws him a finger pistol as he gets back up.

“You know it,” he grins. They hop, they stomp left, they stomp right, they cha cha real smooth. Taemin watches Jonghyun fondly as he rolls through the steps easily on his quads. The speedster is getting better at the smooth movements, the grooving in place. He’s even moving his hips a little to the beat. Taemin wants to touch his cute butt but stops himself by spinning a full circle before turning with the rest of the crowd. Maybe later.

For now, they just follow the dance and blend with the crowd around them. Taemin lets the music fill him all the way up from the inside, lets it thump in his ears and his heart and his soul. The pound of the crowd all doing the same steps as him surrounds him as well, making him feel as big as all of them, larger than life, massive and all encompassing. He loves being here and belonging here.

He also loves that after a few more steps he feels Jonghyun’s little hand wiggling to link their arms together. It’s cute, and he smiles at Jonghyun, but he also pulls his arm away apologetically.

“Bad timing,” he tells Jonghyun’s little pout, and then the song tells them to reverse. Six times.

Taemin spins; he skips some of the in between steps and just spins, angles his feet and lifts his arms and twists himself around and around. This is always his favorite part. He loves spinning. It’s his favorite stim.

When he’s done, he grins broad and lazy, flicks his hair out of his face, and finds Jonghyun just looking at him again, stars in his gorgeous brown eyes. He does that a lot. Taemin wonders if every time he does it he wants to kiss him again like he did the first time. He bets he does.

“Cha Cha now, ya’ll,” the song says. Taemin moves to Jonghyun’s side and links their arms again easily, watching fondly as Jonghyun looks down at his skates to watch his feet do the dance move with a tiny little smile. Jonghyun slides his hand down Taemin’s forearm to link their hands as well and Taemin grins. He keeps complaining about sweaty hands but it’s not Taemin that keeps initiating the handholding.

He taps his thumb on the back of Jonghyun’s hand to the beat of the song as they go through a few rounds of cha chas. After Jonghyun stumbles and giggles a little on the two hops; his other hand grapples for Taemin’s forearm to hold himself steady, his nose all scrunched up. Taemin hides his too wide smile behind his free hand. Jonghyun is so cute. And the way his strong bicep squeezes Taemin closer isn’t bad either.

His skin is so warm, warm and soft under Taemin’s fingers, and with the way he brushes up next to Taemin with every movement Taemin can just faintly smell the woody, musky aroma of his perfume. As the seconds go by he wants to slip his arm all the way around Jonghyun’s shoulders instead, wants to feel him small and close and comfy against his side. For once he thinks he’s actually glad that the song is ending soon.

“Charlie Brown!”

“What the fuck is a Charlie B--” Jonghyun starts, and then cuts himself short as he watches Taemin and the rest of the rink all do a perfect Charlie Brown. “Oh,” he says, eyebrows lifting into his bangs, and that settles it for Taemin. He slides to the left, sides to the right, takes it back, and doesn’t even stay for the final cha cha like he usually does. Instead, he closes his hand around Jonghyun’s wrist and tugs him gently through the crowd.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, weaving carefully through everyone until they can get back out onto the outer rink.

“Hmm?” Jonghyun asks, glancing back in. “Is the song over?” he asks.

“It’s ending,” Taemin says. He gestures vaguely to the middle where more people are breaking away now as the song fades out into just the regular beat and little ending words from the DJ. Taemin usually stays in the middle for a while after the Cha Cha slide, actually, spinning and jamming and joining the little circles of people to practise some of his bigger tricks. He’s skipping that this time, though, because he has something else on his mind. “I wanna show you somewhere,” he tells Jonghyun.

“Somewhere?” Jonghyun asks as they skate to the wall and slip out one of the entrances. “Not something?” Taemin glances back at him with a grin and nods. Yeah. Somewhere.

“This way,” he says. He pulls Jonghyun over the tacky patterned carpet, passed the benches, and almost passed the arcade machines, all the way to the wall of the party rooms. Jonghyun tries to keep going, passed the party rooms and into the rental area, but Taemin stops him by squeezing his hand.

“Here,” he says, trying not to smile too wide at Jonghyun’s confused expression as he pulls him towards the last arcade machine instead. Again Jonghyun looks it over, reads the title--it’s the X-Men game, Taemin thinks--and reaches halfheartedly for one of the joysticks, but Taemin tugs him a little bit to the side so he can see the space between the game and the wall. “In here,” he says. He bites his lip as he takes both of Jonghyun’s hands and rolls himself backwards into the small space, too narrow to fit side by side but just wide enough that they can fit comfortably in without being squished. Taemin goes all the way back until his back bumps the wall and Jonghyun is standing in front of him looking even more confused than before.

“Taems, what the fuck,” Jonghyun says blankly. He’s squinting a little at Taemin in the darkness of their tiny corner, thick lips puffed up in a pout. Taemin smiles innocently and slides one hand up Jonghyun’s arm and over his shoulder.

“This is where the teenagers come to make out where no one can see them,” he says slyly. He’s honestly amazed that there wasn’t a couple squished down here already. He must be lucky today.

“Ew,” Jonghyun mumbles, scrunching his nose. “Why the fuck are we here then?” he asks. He frowns at Taemin, completely serious, and Taemin barely refrains from bursting into ugly laughter. Fuck. He looks down and muffles giggles into the back of his hand and then pulls the corners of his lips down to sober himself up. Then looks quickly back up and decides to just be forward instead of trying to give Jonghyun another hint.

“So we can make out where no one can see us,” he says simply.

“So we--ohhh,” Jonghyun says slowly. His eyes go wide with realization, and then a slow smirk pulls up his lips. “Oh.” He takes a step closer, lifting one arm to rest his forearm on the wall beside Taemin’s head so they’re face to face. He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “No idea how I didn’t catch on to that,” he hums. Taemin exhales softly in amusement.

“Same,” he says, “but. Not important.” He tugs Jonghyun closer, hooks his arm over his shoulder, slides his other hand up Jonghyun’s neck and fluffs his fingers through his soft hair. “What’s important is that you’re about to make out with me.” His mouth looks so nice, soft and pink and absolutely gorgeous when he smiles and forms words.

“Good point,” Jonghyun says. He slips his arm around Taemin’s waist and presses their mouths together easily.

~

Jonghyun doesn’t like to exaggerate and use unnecessary flowery language a lot, but he’s lost in Taemin’s lips. He’s lost in their warmth, their softness, the easy way that they move against his. He’s lost in the way Taemin’s tongue slides against his and tastes like a strawberry icee, the way Taemin’s teeth nip and tug at his lips. He’s lost in the way Taemin’s slow breaths puff over his upper lip, in the way his hands run through the hair at the back of his head, in the way his body is warm and solid pressed up against his. Each slow press, each soft peck, each deep, warm, languid slide of their lips feels perfect, like they were meant to be together, like he was meant to kiss Taemin from the moment he was born.

To put it simply.

He might be overexaggerating a little bit, but he just. Really likes kissing and Taemin is really good at it. He wants to keep kissing Taemin for a long time. He doesn’t know how long they’ve spent tucked into the corner like this and he doesn’t care much either.

They’re pressed together fully now and his fingers have been playing with the hem of Taemin’s shirt for a while, pushing it up just enough to slip his thumbs under and rub his skin. Taemin has been casually pressing his leg up between Jonghyun’s thighs as well for the passed few minutes. It’s making him feel very fluffy inside that Taemin is also into the whole subtle flirty almost feeling each other up shit. He knows they’re not trying to fuck here in the middle of the rink, but still. It’s the concept. It’s the mutual knowledge that they’d both totes be down to fuck somewhere else, probably, another time. He’s very into that.

He’s also very into the way Taemin’s hands have come down to cup his face, warm and strong and commanding in the way they angle him better into the kiss. Jonghyun loves the subtle control. He loves how Taemin has been able to read him so easily and figure out what he likes so quickly. He loves that--

“Ow,” he hisses suddenly, wincing away from the kiss as something pings off of the back of his head. “What the fuck,” he mutters, lifting a hand to rub his hair. For the first time since they started making out back here he opens his eyes and blearily blinks the skate rink into focus. Even here squished into the corner behind an arcade machine is too dark, but he turns away from Taemin’s confused pout to look behind him.

“Can you two go be mushy somewhere else? I’m trying to play a game here.”

Jonghyun still can’t really see much with his bleary eyes but he knows that voice and he sighs.

“You can’t even see us back here unless you're trying, Gwibs,” he calls back.

“Actually, you kinda can,” Taemin mumbles. Jonghyun looks back to him with a little frown and Taemin shrugs sheepishly. “It’s not private, just, you know, no one ever really glances down here, so.” He shrugs again. Jonghyun rolls his eyes. He guesses he knew that from the beginning, but still.

“Get out of there and gimmie my quarter back,” Gwi tells them.

“Is that what you threw at me?” Jonghyun asks, frowning down at the ground in search of the little circle. Taemin snorts and giggles and ruffles a hand through the hair at the back of Jonghyun’s head. Jonghyun isn’t ashamed to say that that fond little gesture made him significantly less grumpy. He reaches down and picks up the quarter, but when he rolls out of the little not-so-secret area with Taemin clinging lazily to his elbow, he holds it out of Gwiboon’s reach.

“What are you playing?” he asks, pushing her hands away gently as she reaches for it. He puts it into the coin slot next to the one she was standing in front of and smirks when she scowls at him. “Can I fight you in it? I’m gonna fight you in it.”

“No, you heck,” she snaps, “it’s a co-op game. Now you gotta help me win.” She pulls out another quarter from her pocket and puts it into the machine.

“Oh,” Jonghyun says. He puffs up his lips as he actually looks at the game. Apparently he’s The Wolverine. Rad. That’s his favorite dick sucking X-Man. “Alright, then,” he says. He guesses he’s doing this now. On his other side, Taemin snorts and leans his cheek on his shoulder.

“Have you ever played this game in your life?” he asks. Jonghyun grins and shakes his head as he pokes the two buttons in front of him to figure out which does what. He’s sure he’ll figure it out and do relatively well no problem.

“Nope,” he says. Taemin snorts again and shifts to stand more behind him.

“Lemme help you then,” he says. He wraps his arms around Jonghyun’s waist, fits his chin over his right shoulder, and lifts his left hand to cover Jonghyun’s on the joystick, all in one smooth motion.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jonghyun whispers. He knows he was just sucking on Taemin’s tongue with his hand halfway up his shirt in a dark corner, and he knows that that was extremely cheesy and will probably make him even worse at the game, but his heart still thuds and his face still blazes with heat as Taemin’s other arm squeezes him close. “What the fuck, what the fuck. What the fuck.” He’s so weak for that snuggly shit.

“One day I’m gonna grow up and get a cute enby datefriend and make out with them, like, on top of you two, just so you know what this feels like,” Gwiboon mutters. “Didn’t you just meet like three hours ago?”

Jonghyun opens his mouth to tell her it was more like three and a half, but Taemin drops a kissie on his cheek and he forgets what he wanted to say.

~

Jonghyun is tired.

He’s trying to pretend like he’s not, but Taemin can tell, and it’s absolutely adorable to watch the way he slouches over the table and pokes at Jinki’s arm to cover for how he can barely sit up straight. Taemin is sure he’s not helping in the way he’s leaning lazily on Jonghyun’s side, but Jonghyun is the one that slung his other arm around Taemin’s waist and Taemin doesn’t see him complaining, so. He’s not moving.

He is giggling, though, as quietly as he can, at how Jonghyun badly muffles a yawn into his powerade bottle. Sleepy bub. It’s barely even eight--though, Taemin guesses, Jonghyun has been here since, like, one for speed practise. He would be tired too. He wonders how Jinki and the kids aren't exhausted right now since they’ve been here since nine for Minjunggie’s practise, but he supposes that they’re used to it by now.

Jonghyun’s arm around his waist squeezes him close, tugging him out of his thoughts. He hums a questioning little noise as Jonghyun nuzzles the side of his head.

“You’re cute,” he mumbles, and a grin immediately creeps onto Taemin’s face. Oh, he thinks.

“Oh,” he says. “Thanks.” He drops a little kissie on Jonghyun’s cheek, something he’s becoming incredibly fond of doing. “You too.” Jonghyun smiles back at that, eyes all droopy, and presses a quick kiss to Taemin’s bottom lip, something Taemin can tell Jonghyun is becoming incredibly fond of doing.

“Y’all better thank me for this cute shit you have going on right now,” Jinki mumbles from the other side of the table. Taemin looks over to him to see him scrolling through his phone, not looking at them but pointing at them with one finger. “I’m the one that convinced Jong to stay today.”

“Technically, it was Jungs,” Jonghyun says. He rubs his cheek on Taemin’s shoulder after he says it and Taemin paps his leg, curious.

“Was it really?” he asks. He’s been wondering this whole time why Jonghyun stayed, ever since he learned that he was on the speed team. Jonghyun nods against his shoulder.

“She bribed me with stories of the glowstick skate,” he says. Taemin snorts softly and hides another laugh behind his hand. Of course she did.

“I love Jungie,” he says.

“Hey, rad,” Junghee’s voice says, and they all glance up to see Junghee skating up to lean at the end of the table. She’s got that wide smile on her face that she gets whenever anyone compliments her. “I love that you love me,” she winks. Jonghyun’s sleepy chuckles against Taemin’s shirt are entirely adorable, which just adds to how much he loves Junghee for being the one that caused them. “Anyway, can I get another cookie, my dude?” she asks, turning to Jinki. Jinki ignores her for a moment to finish something on his phone before looking up and poking her cheek.

“No, you’ve already had three,” he says. “I saw the one you tried to sneak earlier.” Junghee hisses a soft curse and Taemin hides a grin. He gave her the money for that secret cookie. “Go get Gwi and Min, it’s time to go home,” Jinki says.

“Oh,” Junghee says. Her face falls into a little pout. “Are you sure?” she asks. Jinki rolls his eyes.

“Yes, it’s late and you have school tomorrow. Go.” He makes little flappy hands at her and she sighs dramatically, pushing away from the table and skating away. Jinki watches her go, then yawns into the back of his hand and looks at his phone again. “I saw you give her the money for that cookie, Tae,” he says quietly. Taemin chokes a little on his spit and turns into Jonghyun’s shoulder to muffle his guilty laughter. Fuck. He thought he was smooth. Jonghyun paps his side, leans a little away, gets his finger under Taemin’s chin when he looks up curiously and pecks his lips.

“Want me to walk you to your car?” he asks, low and suave and confident. Taemin tilts his head, confused.

“Uh,” he says, “why?” And Jonghyun tilts his head now also, mirroring his confusion.

“Because. It’s.” He points at Jinki, points out to the arcade area where Junghee is no doubt tugging Gwiboon away from a game. “Time to go?” He says it like a question, like he was sure of the answer a second ago but isn’t anymore. Taemin gasps softly in realization, then giggles and shakes his head.

“I mean, for them, maybe,” he says, gesturing lazily at Jinki. “I stay here until, like, eleven.” The only reason Jinki and the girls go home early is because the girls are small and have to go to school and shit. They stay later during the summer, sometimes. Taemin stays late all the time.

“Oh,” Jonghyun says. Pink dusts his cheeks and he looks away. “Right, yeah, okay.” He takes another drink of his powerade and looks back with his usual wide smile. “I bet it gets real fun here when it gets late,” he says. Taemin leans his elbow on the table and props his chin in his hand, surveying Jonghyun lazily. He’s so cute when he thinks he’s lying well.

“Did you want me to go home now so you could make out with me in the parking lot and then go home too because you’re all sleepy?” he asks. The pink that hadn’t quite left Jonghyun’s cheeks yet darkens and he turns away again to rest his head in his arms on the table.

“No,” he says. His voice is a defiant pout and Taemin snorts. Jinki does too, and reaches over to poke Jonghyun’s nose.

“Don’t lie to the babe, Jong, you’ve only just met him,” he says. Jonghyun huffs and scrunches his nose.

“Who asked you,” he grumbles. Taemin paps his bicep absently and is opening his mouth to say that he wouldn’t mind escorting Jonghyun to his car before coming back inside when Minjung rolls up and sits next to Jinki, tugging at the hair in her tiny ponytail to fix it up even.

“Hi daddy,” she says, and then puts her whole hand on top of Jonghyun’s head. “What’s he pouty about this time?” she asks. Jonghyun takes her wrist and pretends to bite her finger before letting it go and returning to his pouting. Taemin pets his hair fondly and scratches at the base of his undercut because he discovered while they were making out that it makes him get all scrunchy and smiley. It does the same thing now; Jonghyun’s shoulders bunch all up and he hums a soft little smile into his arms.

“He’s a sleepy baby and he’s grumpy that I’m not,” he says. Jonghyun’s happy noise turns into a pouty noise again and Taemin rolls his eyes.

“Where’s the other two?” Jinki asks Minjung. Minjung shrugs as she brings her feet up on the bench to pull off her skates.

“Some fuckboy said girls weren’t good at games so they had to play him first, to beat him,” she says. Taemin feels Jonghyun nodding under his hand and agrees as well. That’s a good enough excuse to stay a few more minutes.

“Can you, like, not say the fuck word on a regular basis around me?” Jinki asks. “Like Gwi does?”

“You know Boonie says the fuck word like, every three words when you can’t hear,” Minjung tells him.

“Yeah, when I can’t hear,” Jinki repeats. “That way I can pretend she doesn’t say it.”

“It’s not even a slur, daddy, it’s just the fuck word. Who cares?”

“Teachers? If you’re saying it as a habit then you’re gonna accidentally say it at school one time and then I’m gonna get in trouble and I won’t even be able to truthfully say that I don’t normally hear you use that kind of language.”

“I guess I’ll just have to be extra careful to not call Mr. Fuckhead that to his face, then.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jinki mutters, and Taemin leans over Jonghyun’s back to muffle his laughter into his shirt. Jonghyun shakes with repressed laughter under him as well. His skin is warm, so Taemin shifts closer, slipping his hands around to feel up Jonghyun’s shoulders and biceps before looping them around his waist. He smells good too, like citrus and wood, and Taemin nuzzles into the back of his neck. Very suddenly he wants to snuggle Jonghyun just like this forever and never let him go.

“You’re so comfy,” he murmurs against Jonghyun’s skin. Jonghyun’s hand paps his thigh gratefully.

“Thanks,” he says. His voice is even sleepier than before; Taemin thinks sitting with his head on the table made his lack of energy even more pronounced. “Can you walk me to the bus stop and make out with me a little bit so I can go home?” he asks. Taemin smiles against his neck and drops a little kissie there. He can do that, yeah.

~

Jonghyun is bone tired when he finally slouches into bed, but he smiles as he nuzzles his soft cool pillows and wiggles under his blankie. Today was good. And fun. And relaxing. And tiring, which would normally be bad, but his insomnia has been making his sleep schedule a little extra fucky lately and being drained enough to conk out early tonight should help towards fixing it.

He flicks on his bedside lamp, takes a sip from his water bottle, and grabs his leftover fries from when he stopped at Jack in the Box on the walk home. Nibbling on one, he plugs his phone into his charger and then relaxes into the bed as he unlocks it with a contented sigh.

The first notification that he has is a text from Taemin.

He drops his phone to his chest and hides his face in his hands, smile wide behind his fingers and pushing up his cheeks. Fuck. He knows he told Taemin to text him after they finished making out at the bus stop, but, fuck. He’s so gay. He loves when people actually text him back on the same night instead of waiting. Picking up his phone, he bites his lip as he reads the message.

From: Sk8r Boi 9:30pm so hey u like me right lmao just checking

Jonghyun snorts at the text. That’s cute. He likes the honesty.

To: Sk8r Boi 9:50pm Ye i like you lots uwu

From: Sk8r Boi 9:51pm alright rad so when do i get to see u again :D

“Oh my god,” Jonghyun giggles. That’s so cute--the smiley, the immediate reply, the eagerness. Jonghyun imagines Taemin feeling his phone vibrate on the rink and slowing to a stop in the middle to pull it out. He tugs his blankie further up and thinks about his week’s schedule. Hmm.

To: Sk8r Boi 9:54pm Skate practises are sundays tuesdays and thursdays but i also have therapy every other thursday so

He hits send and brings his phone to his mouth to cover his yawn. He hopes he hasn’t forgotten anything about his schedule. His memory isn't so great when he’s sleepy. He closes his eyes to rest them while he waits for Taemin’s reply, then jumps a little when his phone vibrates in his hand. A grin pulls up his lips as he opens the new text. Minjung told him that Taemin always takes forever to reply to her texts. He feels special.

From: Sk8r Boi: 9:56pm well i’m not showing up on a tuesday lmao so next sunday then??

Next Sunday. Jonghyun hums sleepily and rolls over in bed, resting his head in his arms and holding his phone probably too close to his face to be healthy. Next Sunday sounds nice. They could probably set a date to meet up somewhere else even earlier--Jonghyun knows they would both be down for it--but he feels like the wait will make their reunion that much nicer. Maybe in another few Sundays when they know each other more they can go out for dinner or something.

For now, Jonghyun sends Taemin back a thumbs up emoji, a blushie emoji, and a sleepy emoji. Then he slips his phone onto the bedside table and flicks off his lamp. As he hugs his pillow under his chin, memories of Taemin’s warm hands, his deep voice, his pretty face under soft colorful lights fill his mind and he drifts to sleep with a smile in his heart.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #jinki #minjung #gwiboon #junghee #fluff #pg #sk8 au #when jong wakes up taems sent him a nut emoji and then four hours later a meme at 1am #jongs in love #also when he wakes up his leggies are sore and hes pouty so he makes kibum come over and demands to be pampered #kibum comes over and makes him food and rubs his leggies and chills bc theyre bffs #and jongs giggly smiley at his phone the whole time and kibums like Are You Sexting That Sk8 Boi Right Now #and jongs like no im telling him my leggies are sore and hes saying hed come over and make me food and rubbie them : ))) #jong: isnt that soooo romantic uwu uwu uwu #kibum: #jong: uwu #also jong stays for the public skate again next sunday and jongtae : ))) chill and make out and giggle more and its rly nice and fun #ydw

[iwanthermidnightz]

This whole article is gay.

Here are the sure signs that a pair of BFFs were meant to be: you wear the same hairstyle, you dress alike, you road trip, and chug copious amounts of beer in public without shame.  

This, in a nutshell, has become the beautiful BFF-ship between Taylor Swift and Karlie Kloss. One rules the music charts, the other the runways, and here, Us Weekly provides photographic evidence that they are really just the same amazing person.

With gigantic grins, the confident duo stormed the runway in matching black lingerie ensembles featuring a whole lot of lace. Swift provided her BFF with the tunes, while Kloss sauntered by wearing a dramatic cape.

Abs this tight are meant to be displayed. Kloss attended the MTV Movie Awards in 2013, wearing a tight white crop top paired with a pencil skirt. Swift hit the red carpet at the 2014 Academy of Country Music Awards in a similar white crop top, but rocked hers with a long black skirt.

This is just eerie. Kloss and the pop songstress took twinning to a whole new level by sipping the beer at the same exact time — all while sporting coordinating black tops at the New York Knicks basketball game in October 2014.

How cute! The leggy duo went to dinner in New York City in April 2014 sporting preppy charcoal gray looks — Swift’s, a roomy cardigan and Kloss in a fitted minidress.

#courtside cuties!!! #single white female!!! #gal pals!!! #banging ladies!!!

[thequeenofpixels]

Replaying litg s1 rn and I've just gone through cherrygate again and 😭😤😡. I hate how we never find out what Erikah said exactly to Levi to make him loose it. Like I love jake but when he said it didnt matter what she said I just wanted to go off. Like is it my fault that all the boys want me ?! I just find it so snakey esp if u dont couple up with Rohan. And she doesnt even apologise bc she stands by the fact she told the 'truth' like bish she went from being ur bff to worse than leggy ugh

Right anon???? I hate the fact the she’s so snakey just out of jealousy. Where the fault is our if she didn't click it with anyone on the house? Or the fact that everybody wants us? And after all she had done, the game never give us the option to be rude to her! And about Jake, I think he's kinda snakey too, but I'm not gonna even go there... 

#litg ask #ask #anon #litg s1

[legolaslovely]

Hobbit!Legolas is like that because the movie is told from the Dwarves' pov. Also hes cranky not because Kili cucked him but because he stole his bff and now he has to third wheel

That is so completely valid that the Hobbit movies are told from the dwarfs point of view. I think I knew that at a time but forgot/pushed it out of my mind, so thanks for the reminder! I still just don’t love it though? IDK That’s just my opinion. More Leggy under the cut because I’m insane and don’t want to be annoying.

Thanks so much for continuing to talk to me even though I have late responses. Thanks for your patience!

Like I just love this beeb with all my heart

THIS is NOT MY  beeb

nope nope nope but I’m gonna add more gifs of baby leggy because i love him, thanks to the gifmakers.

he’s SO pretty and i LOVE hIM (also I’m actually crying tears because I love him so much)

so small

anyone please talk to me about legolas ALWAYS i have some serious feels for this small beeb

#ask #answered #legolas #fantasticallytragical

[reyneclaw]

@philology-studies thanks for the tag! i’m tagging @sandpancakecat @deepsearuin @archangxlavacyn @erubooks @fudgesoulspirit

Who are you named after?

my grandpa

Last  time you cried?

can’t remember

Do you like your handwriting?

yeah :)

Longest relationship?

what relationship? bff’s since 8th grade. longst romantic relationship lasted around three years

Do you still have your tonsils?

yeah

Would you bungee jump?

nope

What is your favorite kind of cereal?

cocoa puffs

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

yes, unless im super tired

Do you think you’re strong-willed?

not really...

Favorite ice cream?

strawberry cheesecake

What is the first thing you notice about a person?

their voice, intonations. manner of speech in general

Football or baseball?

biathlon

What color pants are you wearing?

black skirt with purple/green/white feathers pattern

Last thing you ate?

a nectarine

What are you listening to?

tanzwut - weiße nächte

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?

lol i took a quiz, it says timberwolf. i’d say prussian blue

What is your favorite smell?

bird cherry, wormwood, pine

Who was the last person you talked to on the phone?

my supervisor who congratulated me on passing the exam

Married?

nooo

Hair color?

brown

Eye color?

greenish gray

Favorite food to eat?

mom’s bean soup, with a lot of greens

Scary movies?

nooo thanks

Last movie you watched in a theatre?

can’t remember

What color shirt are you wearing?

purple t-shirt

Favorite Holiday?

hanukkah

and

new year

Beer or Wine?

i’ll pass, thanks (ok, red dry wine preferably georgian)

Night owl or early bird?

definitely a night owl

Favorite  day of the week?

friday, i’m boring

Favorite animal?

maned wolf (long leggies!), jackals, coyotes (cause everyone hates them), anything that falls under the not-quite-a-wolf category

Do you have a pet?

a cat, but she lives with my parents

Where  would you like to travel?

all of the northern germany

#tag games #im boring

[despiteherself]

👀 blease

4 u, modern dragons still exist conservation student AU. or? fishlegs and astrid are students the others are helping the conservation of the thought to be extinct but recently seen night fury! this au is definitely me living vicariously through silly fake happenings when i didn’t get 2 go on an expedition to study lepidopterans in peru like 4 yrs ago :((((

astrid and Fishlegs are BFFs and also both autistic no i do not take criticism. the twins are locals who saw the night fury whilst (illegally) foraging/having a good time on an island owned by Berk Industries that is being mined. Of course, mining has come to a hault, seeing as an endangered species has been reported on it and a comprehensive study of the area is being undertaken. I barely have touched much of the concept writing wise but god ask me about it bc I have SO much to say lol

Astrid’s just tired enough she nearly misses Gobber’s welcoming toothy grin in arrivals. Fishlegs’ tugs on her arm, directing to her to their supervisor and leggy brown girl slumped over the uncomfortable airport seats barely holding up a sign that says “BERK INDUSTRIES PTY LTD CONSERVATION EFFORT.” It’s the evening, Astrid’s in jeans and a jumper but this girl’s only in shorts and probably the lightest jumper Astrid’s ever seen. She’s beautiful, in an angular kind of way, like she wouldn’t look out of place crown perched on her head and a queenly cloak. She’s actually in banana print and slouching, but that barely ruins the effect.

“Astrid, Fishlegs!” Gobber says, gruff as he throws his arms around the both of them, drawing them in for one armed hugs. Astrid claps him on the back with her free hand, but begs out of it a second later. “Good to see you’re both here in one piece.”

“How many were you expecting?” Astrid says dryly, only half a joke because her sleepy mind processed the statement as literal. There’s a snort of laughter from the girl under Gobber’s bellow of a laugh, she’s perked up slightly, taking everything in with wide eyes and a vicious little smirk.

#lmao lets see if this posts propely #dragontatoes

[simplythebestbug]

Falling and Getting Back Up

AO3

Breathe in. Breathe out.

This isn’t over, Ladybug.

It’s over. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

You think a cell can stop me, Ladybug?

In. Out.

You think I can’t find out who you are, Ladybug?

Out.

Out out out out out-

Calm down.

He’s gone.

I will find you, Ladybug.

Marinette half-expected a red kwami on her shoulder, whispering assurances in her ear.

There was no kwami.

It was over. All of it. The war- Hawkmoth, Ladybug, Chat Noir. 

Chat Noir.

Ladybug and Chat Noir.

They were over.

She shook her head. Not important right now.

What was important, was the towering building in front of her.

She was late. It was almost eight. She would be one of the last to arrive.

It was over. Including her time in Paris.

No matter where you go, you won’t be safe from me, Ladybug.

She was standing in front of Le Lycée des Surdoués, a boarding school in the French countryside. 

She felt so small. Smaller than ever before.

There were a never ending number of steps leading to the large, looming doors, which seemed to be staring at her in disapproval.

She wanted to go home.

She needed to go home.

She couldn’t go home.

She couldn’t make herself move.

She’d just stay here, rooted to this very spot for eternity. Students and teachers would file past her, mistaking her for a statue. 

She would be abandoned.

Left to rot.

Alone. 

She would die here before going up those stairs.

She almost chuckled. Figures, she thought, that her anxiety would get her before Hawkmoth had the chance.

She shook her head.

Don’t think about that.

It’s over.

It’s not over, Ladybug.

Move forward.

You need to move forward, Marinette.

Move forward, Marinette.

Move faster, Marinette.

Looks like you weren’t fast enough, Ladybug.

Move.

You have to move.

MOVE.

“Will you please move?”

She turned her head. Someone was staring at her.

A boy, with a shock of blonde hair. Blonde like him. 

Not him, though. Blue eyes. 

Not the same. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

Not the same.

Formal attire, stern face. Not many muscles. Bookish. Cold.

Not the same.

He scoffed, brushing past her, hiking up the steps.

She stared. He was cute.

Chat was cute, too.

Not the same. 

Breathe in. Breathe out.

There was an arm around her shoulders.

Threat.

Don’t move.

Stay still.

They were talking.

You should’ve listened to me, Ladybug. It didn’t have to happen this way.

Listen.

“... but yeah, don’t worry, we’re not all that prickly. Need help finding your way around?”

The boy didn’t wait for a response, grabbing her hand and leading her up the steps.

She felt like she was moving through Jello. He was tall. Tan. Grinning.

Not a threat.

He was still talking, but she didn’t know who he was. She should’ve listened.

“I’m sorry,” She blurted out, interrupting him mid-sentence.

He frowned, “For what?”

She paused. For what? She hadn’t done anything wrong… right? She didn’t know anymore. She did a lot of things wrong. What were they talking about? What was his name? She should’ve listened.

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, “I think I was… zoning out. I missed your name. I’m sorry.”

He looked at her with understanding, “First day jitters, huh? No worries, I’m Claude.”

“Marinette.” She smiled.

“Nice to meet you, Marinette! I’m going to show you around the school, ok?”

She nodded. She could do that. 

“Good!”

And off they went.

He had slowed down, in both pace and words. 

Kind. 

Not a threat.

She relaxed, able to take in her surroundings.

The school truly was huge, students bustling about on the second story, marble pillar engraved with Latin. 

It was beautiful. 

Formidable.

Safe?

Different.

Claude showed her the gym, the office, and the art room- which was clearly full of expensive supplies that she couldn’t wait to indulge in.

He was funny, she found.

Safe.

Not the same. 

They got along well, and she felt ok. She’d be ok here.

“And this,” He opened the large double doors in front of them, “Is the theater! My favorite room!”

He’d barely gotten the words out before he was tackled to the ground by a boy wearing all green and headphones.

Carapace. Nino. 

Threat.

“Allan! Dude! Chill out! We have a guest!” Claude laughed, dragging himself up.

Allan. Not Nino. 

Not a threat.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Allan stuck his hand out, “Nice to meet you…”

“Marinette.”

“Nice to meet you, Marinette. I’m Allan!”

She smiled, shaking his hand.

“Claude!” Someone yelled from across the room, “Is that a new girl? I don’t recognize her.”

“Yeah,” Claude called back, “Her name is Marinette!”

The someone, a blonde girl, blonde like him- not the same- squealed, sprinting across the room.

“Oooh! Finally! I’ve got dibs, boys! It’s about time I had a girl best friend!” She turned to Marinette, “I’m Allegra, and you have no idea how happy I am that you’re here. I have been stuck with these idiots for years, and the girls here all have their own cliques. I’ve been craving a good old-fashioned BFF for so long now.”

You trusted your ‘BFF’ so much. That was a mistake, Ladybug.

Claude pouted, “I thought we were BFFs.”

Allegra waved him off, “We are, darling, but it’s not the same. It’s about time we had another girl in the group!” She turned to Marinette, “So, what do you say? New friends?”

New friends? It might be worth the risk. She hadn’t had real friends in a long time… 

“New friends,” She agreed with a nod. It would be ok.

Allegra shrieked and hugged her, jumping up and down.

Marinette froze.

Allan- not a threat- pried Allegra away.

“Let her breathe,” He chuckled.

“Sorry, sorry,” she said, not sounding very sorry at all, and grabbed Marinette’s hand, “We must introduce you to Félix, darling. He’s the last part of our little group. I know where he’s rooming, and after we introduce you, we’ll find your dorm, ok?”

She nodded.

“Great! Are you coming, boys?”

Claude coughed, “Um, Allegra? She’s kinda… sorta… already met him.”

Allegra groaned, “Really? I assume it went as well as ever.”

“Honestly, it could’ve been a lot worse.”

“Well, at least there’s that. We’ll just have to patch things up. Come along, then”

And Marinette was dragged off again, towards some stairs. She was confused, she hadn’t met anyone but them, but they were chattering away, so she didn’t have time to think. She decided she liked them. She didn’t want time to think. Not anymore.

You’ll always remember this night, Ladybug. You should have thought of that before crossing me.

“Nette, darling? You ok there?”

“I, um… Did- did you just give me a nickname?”

Allegra’s eyebrows furrowed, “Are you ok with that? If you’d prefer your full name, of course, I’ll use it. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

She shook her head, “No, no! It’s fine! Just wasn’t expecting it, is all.” The only person who’d ever given her nicknames was- no. 

Not the same.

Allegra relaxed, “Oh, good.”

“Hey, Leggy, which room is it?” Claude called out.

“Room 221, and don’t call me that!”

He laughed, and turned down a new hallway.

Allegra sighed, following him, “Anyway, Nette,” she said with a smile, “Félix is cold when you first meet him-”

“And years later!” Allan interrupted. 

She shot a glare at him, “Thank you, Allan,” She looked back at Marinette, “He’s a sweetheart, really. Deep down. I think. Don’t worry about him. I wouldn’t expect an apology from him, though. He takes a while to warm up to people.”

“Oh,” she blinked, “Okay. An apology for what?”

“We’re here!” Claude interrupted, knocking loudly on the door, and opening it without waiting for an answer.

“How wonderful.” Said a voice, dripping in irritation.

“And we brought a visitor!” Allan chimed in, “You may remember her, apparently you’ve already met.”

Marinette peered into the room- who had she met?- Allegra next to her, and-

Oh.

It was the boy. The boy with blonde hair and blue eyes. 

Not the same.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He rolled his eyes, “You adopted another stray, Allegra? Wasn’t the last one bad enough?”

You should have kept a closer eye on your stray, Ladybug.

“Hey!” Allan glared.

“Don’t be rude, Félix darling. This is Marinette. She is not a stray, she’s just new. To both the school, and our friend group! Say hi, Marinette.”

“Hi, Marinette!” She said, with a shy wave.

Claude grinned.

Félix frowned, looking her up and down, “Did you make those clothes yourself?”

“Y-Yes,” She flushed, “You can tell?”

He hummed, “It’s good craftsmanship.”

She immediately brightened, “You think? I spent weeks on the stitching. Ma mére said it was fine as is, but I don’t start things I don’t intend on finishing properly.”

You should have finished this when you had the chance, Ladybug.

Félix blinked in surprise, “I… agree, actually. You have good sense.” He smiled softly at her.

She grinned.

Allegra and Allan stood frozen throughout the entire exchange, Claude’s jaw dropping.

“Woah,” he said, “Did… did he just smile at her?”

Allan nodded slowly, “And complimented her. He’s never complimented me.”

“I’m- I’m sorry?” She hadn’t meant to mess things up.

Allegra’s eyes widened, “No, no, darling, it’s not a bad thing! You have nothing to apologize for! It’s just surprising! Félix here doesn’t usually take to people that quickly, do you, Fé?”

He stared cooly at her, “I don’t know to what you are referring.”

“Of course you don’t,” she smiled, “We ought to be on our way, we need to show Nette to her dorm. Would you like to accompany us?”

She sounded hopeful, but looked resigned. She wasn’t expecting a positive response.

His eyes flitted to Marinette, then away again, “I could use a walk.”

Allegra did a double take, gaping at him.

Claude broke the silence, “Wow, Nette. He almost never wants to come. You must be our lucky charm!”

What a useful lucky charm, Ladybug. Thank you for letting me borrow it.

Marinette froze, all her muscles tensing.

Not here.

Not now.

No.

No no no no no no no-

“Marinette!”

Someone’s hands on her shoulders. 

Claude.

Safe.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

“Are you ok?”

She gave a shaky nod, hands trembling.

They all looked concerned, even Félix’s frown had softened around the edges, but they let it drop.

Claude smiled at her, “Do you have your schedule? We need your room number.”

She nodded again, more steadily this time, and reached into her pocket to retrieve the paper. While she unfolded it, she concentrated on her breathing. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. 

In. Out.

She looked at the paper, “I’m in room 221.”

Silence.

“What’s wrong? Did I say something?” Of course something had to go wrong. Of course finding her room wouldn’t be simple.

This could have been so simple, Ladybug.

“Let me see that,” Allegra took the paper, inspecting it. She giggled, “Well, darling, it’s a good thing Félix seems to like you so very much. It looks like you’re roommates!”

“No!” Claude gasped, tearing the paper out of her hands. “Oh my god, they are! This is hilarious! Oh god, Nette,” he turned to her, “I am so sorry! I can’t even imagine rooming with him! It would be so… quiet!” He shuddered.

“Um, I don’t really mind the, um, quiet,” She doesn’t, really, she doesn’t, “Am I, um, am I really staying here?” She looked to Félix for confirmation.

He nervously glanced away, nodding.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She straightened her shoulders, mustered all of her confidence, and said, “Well then, Félix, I’m glad I got such a kind roommate.”

Allegra beamed, Allan snorted, and Claude was clearly trying very hard not to laugh.

“You are quite odd, Marinette.” Félix was frowning at her.

She stared at him.

He smiled, “I, too, am glad for your company.”

“This isn’t real. I’m dreaming. Somebody pinch me,” Claude said.

Allan raised an eyebrow at him, leaning over.

“Ow! I didn’t mean actually do it!”

“Should’ve specified, man! Not my fault!” He chuckled.

This is not my fault, Ladybug. You could have stopped this.

Claude huffed, “Whatever.”

The PA crackled to life, “All students, please head to your dorms. Everyone must have lights out by 10pm, in 30 minutes. Keep an eye on the clock, and we look forward to seeing you all in class tomorrow.”

“Well,” Claude grinned, “That’s our cue!”

Allegra smiled, “We’ll meet up with you two before classes tomorrow, to compare schedules. Sleep tight, darlings! Claude, we’re next door to each other, right?”

“Yeah, I think so,” He rushed out the door after her.

Allan watched them go with a fond sigh, then left himself, grinning, “Later, guys!”

The door closed behind him.

Marinette looked at Félix, fidgeting nervously, “Um, so, which bed is mine?”

Félix pointed to the bed on the right, “Our things will arrive tomorrow evening. We should get some rest. You’ll find some pajamas and your uniform in your nightstand, and toiletries in the bathroom.”

“R-right. Ok. I’ll just, um, I’ll just go get changed then,” She grabbed the pajamas and rushed into the bathroom.

She looked in the mirror.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

This was a strange room, with a strange bed, with a strange person.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

This was her new room, with her new bed, with her new friend. She liked him. 

Not a threat.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

No Tikki.

It was over.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

This isn’t over, Ladybug.

It’s over. 

Breathe in. Out.

You think a cell can stop me, Ladybug?

In. Out.

You think I can’t find out who you are, Ladybug?

Out.

Out out out out out-

Calm down.

She looked into the mirror, her eyes wide, face flushed.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She got changed, brushed her teeth.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She walked back out, “Um, the bathroom’s open.”

He nodded, standing up.

She turned to the bed- her bed.

She could do this.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She couldn’t do this.

This was too much. She couldn’t. 

Not safe.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

In. Out.

In. Out.

In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.

InOutInOutInOutInOutIn-

“Do you often make a habit of standing still and staring at things?”

She whipped around. Félix.

Not a threat.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Safe.

His stepped closer, everything about him softening, “Marinette? Are… are you having a panic attack?”

She couldn’t speak. Her breathing was still shaky. Everything was still shaky. She shook her head.

It wasn’t a lie. She wasn’t having a panic attack. She wasn’t. Not tonight.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She smiled, though she didn’t know how she managed it, “I’m fine. Just… homesick, I think.”

He looked skeptical, but nodded, “We should get as much sleep as we can tonight.”

“Right,” Marinette sat down on the- her bed.

Félix did the same, switching off the light on his way.

She got situated under the sheets, staring up at the ceiling. It was quiet, except for their breathing.

She didn’t mind the quiet. Really. She didn’t.

It was the thinking she minded.

“Marinette?”

She hummed, relieved.

“I… I wish to apologize for being rude earlier. In front of the school.”

She sat up, “Really?”

“Yes, really! It’s not unthinkable.” She could practically hear the scowl in his voice.

She giggled, “Well, it was to Allegra. She specifically told me not to expect an apology.”

“Great. Thanks, Allegra.”

She grinned, “I accept your apology. You’re forgiven.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” She parroted back at him.

He chuckled softly.

“I must have looked like a lunatic standing there, anyway.”

“No, you didn’t. Overwhelmed, definitely. Actually, you looked kinda-” He stopped.

“Kinda what?”

He groaned, “Do not tell anyone I said this, but you looked kind of cute.”

“Cute, huh?” She grinned.

“Well, until I saw how scared you were! I should’ve tried to help, or something, but I… try to avoid people, so I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“I understand,” she said, laying back down, “Don’t worry about it. Actually, I thought you were cute too. You reminded me of someone.”

He let out a breath, “I heard Allegra call you Nette. Do you prefer to go by that?”

“Oh! Um, she kinda just gave me that nickname. I, um, I think I like it, though.”

“That does sound like her. She did the same to me.”

“Do you, um, do you like- what was it- Fé?”

“Not from most people.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“Unless I’m mistaken, you don’t seem very much like most people.”

She blinked, “Oh. Oh! Ok!”

He yawned, “Goodnight, Nette.”

“Goodnight, Fé,” She smiled.

This was ok. She could do this. 

Safe.

She drifted off to sleep.

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Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Hitting the ground.

Pain, up her spine.

Tears in her eyes.

Rena- Alya- Civilian or hero?

Cruel smile. Cruel laugh. Strings jerking her around. Unnatural.

Carapace- Nino. 

Bloody nose. Bloody teeth. Bloody smile.

Queen Bee- Chloe.

Restrained against the wall. Unprotected. 

Lila.

Smiling. Proud.

Pain.

Can’t move.

She can’t move. She can’t help.

Adrien.

Chat. 

Chaton.

Her chaton.

Hawkmoth- Gabriel.

A red spotted knife. Bloody hands. A grin.

This was your choice, Ladybug.

A scream.

“Stop!”

Hers or…?

“Stop! Stop please!”

Please.

“Chat! Chaton!”

Please.

“Please!”

No response.

Crying. Her tears.

“Please. Please. Oh, god, please! Chat! Chat!”

________________________________________________________

“Nette! Nette! Marinette!”

She woke up screaming, throat raw, a blonde boy hovering over her.

Not her blonde boy. 

“Where is he?! Where’s Chat?! What did you do?!”

You did this, Ladybug.

“No, Nette! It’s me! Félix!”

Félix. Right.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

She hugged her knees to her chest, her body shaking with sobs, “I’m- I’m so- s-sorry, Fé. I didn’t- didn’t mean-” She couldn’t finish.

She felt a pair of arms wrap around her.

Not the same.

Safe.

Nothing is safe.

He was coming.

He got Chat.

He would find her.

She was hyperventilating.

She clung to Félix, and she clung to the memory of her chaton.

Too much, too much, too much-

Is this too much for you, Ladybug?

________________________________________________________

Fifteen minutes later, her tears slowed. She could breathe again.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Félix was there. 

Safe.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It’s over.

This isn’t over, Ladybug.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She nodded. She did.

“I’m here to listen.”

She shook her head, “S-Secret,” She whimpered.

“Nette. Marinette. You froze earlier at the words, ‘lucky charm.’”

She tensed, but he rubbed her back, soothing her.

“Shhh. It’s ok. You’re safe. It’s ok. You froze at those words, and you were screaming for Chat Noir in your sleep,” He took a steadying breath, “Everyone knows about what happened to Paris,” He tilted her head up to look at him, “You were the Ladybug, right?”

Her eyes welled up again, nodding. He knew. She wasn’t alone. 

Safe.

“Oh, Nette,” He pulled her closer, “I’m so sorry.”

“I- I miss him,” She sobbed, “So much. I keep looking for him. But- but he’s gone!”

He let her cry, holding her close, whispering sweet nothings to her. 

Safe.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was over

This isn’t over, Ladybug.

Breathe in, breathe out.

_______________________________________________________

She woke up the next morning to a flustered blonde boy still pressed close to her.

His eyes flitted away from her, “Um… you fell asleep. And I didn’t want to wake you up again, so I, er, I didn’t move.”

She smiled.

Her blonde boy was gone, but it was going to be ok.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

He would always be with her, in one way or another.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

It was over.

Breathe in.

She was safe.

Breathe out.

#miraculous ladybug #writing #original post #adrienette #felinette #felix agreste #marinette dupain cheng #tw: anxiety #tw: murder #tw: panic attack #tw: nightmares #tw: blood #tw: death #tw: generally dark atmosphere #honestly I cried writing this #also fuck tumblr for getting rid of page breaks #blame the formatting on them not me