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ill-be-your-honey-bri · 4 years

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Wouldn’t It Be Nice

Hello all!

It is an honor to say that I am participating in my very first Fic Challenge! @helladirections put together this AMAZING Summer Feeling Challenge with a list of a bunch of summer prompts for writers to chose from. For this fic, I chose the BBQ and Fireworks as my prompt.

So without further ado, I present a very fluffy college!Harry.

Warnings: Fluffy-fluff, mild drug and alcohol use.

Please keep an eye out for the other writers and fics involved in the Summer Feeling Challenge and spread some love and peace to those amazing writers as well.

Harry had always looked forward to the summer; time off from school, getting back to work in the bakery and bugging Barbara. The thing he looks forward to the most is his time with his family at the lake house, and going to the lake house meant spending the summer with you.

Harry had a school boy crush on you since your family bought the lake house down the road. He was in awe of how fearless you were. You were always the first to grab at any creepy-crawly or amphibian, the first to dive into the lake, and the one to suggest scary stories in the middle of the night at the gazebo by the lake.

As time progressed, Harry’s crush turned into something more. He remembers the first summer of puberty when you filled in your bathing suit a little too well and how he is positive he was sporting a semi the whole summer. Damn hormones.

But now, on his drive to the lake house, he smiles thinking of how he will be reunited with his summertime buddies and the girl he can never get off his mind. He turns up the music, hearing “Summer of ‘69” to put him in the perfect mood for another great summer.

Harry drives past your house, seeing your car already parked there. He is half tempted to stop at your place first but realizes that you're probably down by the lake already. His mom is out front of their house talking to your mom when Harry pulls up, both women promptly giving him a hug when he steps out.

“God Harry, you got so big and handsome! And your hair!” Your mom praised Harry as he tried to detangle his hair from the wind of having the windows down, giving her a shy smile an a ‘thank you’.

“Y/N is down by the lake with Sarah and Mitch darling, she has been asking about you.” Anne gave him a wink and a tap on the bum, knowing his feelings for you, your mom giggled at Harry’s blush. As Harry was walking away, he could hear your mom mumble, “Always thought those two would be perfect together.” Harry’s shy smile turned beaming as he walked his bag to his room.

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Harry walked out the back of the lake house and began his walk to the dock. He could hear The Beach Boys playing, becoming clearer the closer he got to the lake. He could see Sarah laying out next to Mitch, who was sitting in a chair with his guitar in his lap, lazily strumming along to “Good Vibrations”. He couldn’t see you until you breached the water, hiking yourself up onto the dock.

“Harry!” You quickly stood up and ran before you tumbled into his arms, still dripping from your swim and not grabbing a towel. He embraced you, giving you a tight squeeze, soaking his shirt. You giggled as he picked you up so that your feet were a few inches off the ground.

Sarah and Mitch quickly got up to give Harry a warm and welcoming embrace before all walking to where your towels were all laid out so you can all sit and talk. Everyone was talking about their year since they last saw each other. Well, accept Mitch and Sarah since they have been dating since last summer.

It was getting warm, so Harry took off his now dry shirt. You gasped when he did, seeing his skin exposed littered with new black ink. He had a few accumulating over the summers but there were so many new ones for your eyes to explore.

You propped yourself on your knees looking at all the ink in their details, Harry shivered as your fingers grazed his skin. He could see Sarah and Mitch begin to smirk and giggle just past your head but he quickly returned his gaze to you; skin glowing in the sun, hair frizzing from its air drying. You were more beautiful every summer. You smiled up at him as you talked about the new markings before the smell of the grill indicated it was time to head back to help set up for the barbeque.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The barbeque was being held at Harry’s house, his step-dad, Robin, wearing the fitting apron that says “Grill Master”. Your dad was helping Robin with grabbing the meat from the kitchen that he had helped prep to bring it out to the porch where the grill and it’s master were perched.

Anne had put on an Eagles playlist that was coming through an outdoor speaker, Robin and your dad singing into their tongs and spatulas. Anne was putting together a summer sangria on the porch when all of you came running up the back steps from the lake.

Mitch’s and Sarah’s parents started bringing out different dishes with salads and fruits, your mom following with plates and silverware. Harry promptly took the cutlery and plates from your mom and began to set the table, you were quick to help Harry, bumping his hip with yours. Mitch and Sarah were helping with chairs.

“One of These Nights” began to play through the speaker and you grabbed Harry’s hand to begin dancing and singing along, Sarah did the same with Mitch, your dad with Robin.

Anne was emitting bubbly laughs as she and your mom passed out a glass of sangria to everyone. Once Robin sang that his masterpieces were complete, everyone sat at the table.

Harry sat across from you, smirking at you throughout your meal, giggling when you had barbeque sauce on your cheeks. You quickly wiped it off and nudged his shin with your foot.

Conversation was light throughout the meal, everyone’s parents asking all the kids how school is, what their future plans are, how much longer until they graduate. Harry kept his eyes on you as you were telling Mitch’s dad your favorite classes and how you are starting to look at graduate programs.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The night had come to an end when the sun had set, all the families exchanging ‘good nights’ and hugs. You were the last one that Harry had embraced. You turned your head to his ear to whisper, “gazebo at midnight”, before pulling away and kissing his cheek. You ran off quickly to catch up with your parents as well as Sarah and her family, grabbing Sarah’s hand before turning to look back at Harry. You gave him a final smile and wave before turning back to talk with Sarah.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry should have known that it wouldn’t be just the two of you at the gazebo, it was tradition after all.

Sarah and Mitch were sitting on the banister as you were spreading out the blanket for you all to sit on. Mitch was packing a bowl while Sarah was sipping on the bottle of liquor she stole from her parents cabinet. You were all of age at this point but it was a sentimental gesture from all the years prior.

Harry gave a weak smile and a wave as he approached. You had brightened when he stepped foot in the gazebo, skipping to him to grab his hand to pull him to the blanket. Your eyes were glowing in the twinkling lights hung along the top of the shelter.

Sarah handed you the bottle as Mitch took his first hit, promptly handing it to Harry. As Harry was inhaling, you had grabbed the bag that you brought with snacks and your phone, putting on some music and opening up the bag of Doritos.

You popped a chip in your mouth as Harry passed the bowl to you. “So, do you have a boyfriend from school?” You smiled at him before taking a hit and holding your breath, shaking your head no as you exhaled.

“No, but I had a girlfriend last semester. Found out she was screwing our whole friend group so I ended that quickly.”

Harry choked on the liquor he just tipped back, coughing with a, “Sorry to hear that.”

You shrugged it off before asking Harry, “And you? Any boyfriend or girlfriend?” smirking as he blushed. This group of friends were the only people you all could truly be open to, both you and Harry had come out as bisexual last summer.

“No, no one for me.” He began to dig into the snacks as the booze and weed got passed around.

“That’s a shame, you're a catch.” Everyone looked straight at you with wide eyes. Sarah giggling out from either the liquor, the weed, or the fact that she knew you had a massive crush on Harry.

Harry was stunned by your comment, giving a shy ‘thank you’ as you passed the bowl back around to him. Sarah continued her giggles, falling into Mitch who was kissing the top of her head.

The night progressed with the passing of substances between the four of you and ended with all your heads in the middle of the blanket telling stories from college. You began to yawn, getting a shiver from the wind. Harry pulled off his green flannel and handed it to you for you to keep yourself warm.

After putting your arms in the sleeves, you rolled over to rest your head on Harry’s chest, falling asleep to the now talkative Mitch telling horror stories from his pizza delivery job. Harry wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you close to him.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The next morning, you all wake up to the sun rising, the lake reflecting the pink and orange sky. Harry woke up before you so he was able to take in your sleeping beauty. He moved the hair away from your face, flinching when Sarah talked.

“She really likes you, ya know? All she talks about is you whenever we are on the phone. Counted down the days until summer vacation.”

Harry began to smile looking back down at you, tickling your cheek with the tips of fingers causing you to rouse. You blink at him slowly and mumble a ‘morning’ before cuddling back into him.

After all fully waking up, you made your way to Sarah’s place where her parents were setting up a breakfast buffet on the porch. You promptly grab a plate and a mug of coffee before settling next to Harry and eating your breakfast, softly smiling as you both munched away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You had spent all day on the boat with your parents, warming your skin in the sun and reading your book of the moment. You had watched Harry swimming and splashing around by the dock with Mitch.

“Are you excited for the fireworks sweetie?” Your mom had asked you as she added some more lotion to your shoulders so you don’t burn.

“There are fireworks tonight?”

“Mhm. The owners of the lake are putting on a show for the anniversary of when they opened it up.”

“I wonder if Harry knows. He hates fireworks.”

You dad looked over at you as he started the engine of the boat to head back to the dock, “What better way to spend your night than distracting Harry during fireworks.”

“Dad!” You were all laughing at what your dad was insinuating, approaching the dock to moor the boat. You hopped off to tie up the boat as Harry was swimming up to the dock boosting himself out of the water and grabbed his towel.

“Have a nice swim?” You stood up straight to see Harry was close behind.

“I did. Did you have a nice boat ride?” He was towel drying his hair before he started to wipe down his body.

“I did. Hey, do you want to hang out at the gazebo with me tonight? Just us?”

Harry stopped drying his legs and looked up at you with a slight shock. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that would be cool.”

You smiled with a nod, “Good, we can meet up after dinner.” You walked over to give Harry a kiss on his cheek before grabbing your stuff from the boat and running inside.

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Harry was already at your meeting spot, sitting on the banister and looking out to the lake. He had his go to flannel on and a beanie covering his unruly curls.

You walked up behind him and gently tapped his shoulder that cause him to turn to you.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Have you been here long?”

“Uh, no. Only a few probably. Did you have a good day?”

“I did, thank you. Did you?”

Right when Harry was about to respond, you hear the tell tale sign of a whistle followed by a loud pop that was the start of the firework show. Harry jumped mumbling a ‘fuck me’ as you rested your hands to cover his ears.

Harry looked up at you, blues, reds, and greens painting your skin from the sky. You looked down at Harry mouthing a ‘sorry’ and he quickly rested his hands on yours that were still covering his ears. He moved his hands down your forearms before gripping your waist, pulling you closer.

You were now settled standing between his knees, his fingers wiggling nervously on your hips. You continued to look down at him, gently brushing at his hair that your fingers can reach.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore, loudly asking, “Can I kiss you?” since his perception of sound was off due to you covering his ears. You let out light laugh, nodding as you lean down to slot your lips against his.

Harry hummed into the kiss, pulling you closer by your hips, moving his lips to have more of you. He pulled away to tell you louder than he anticipated that, “I have been waiting so long to do that!”

You let out another laugh, kissing the side of his mouth, pulling away to tell him ‘me too’ before kissing him again.

That night, Harry was no longer afraid of fireworks because whenever he kissed you, all he could see and feel were the bright bursts of colors against your lips.

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takaraphoenix · 3 years

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Callie is my favorite character on this show. I love her. But I’m really not happy with the way they handled her bisexuality.

Listen, 100% props for even freaking using the word “bisexual”. That... That is more than most shows today are doing and I’m on season 7, so I’m in 2010 right now. So genuinely, props for that, it’s more than other shows give their “swinging both ways” and “playing for both teams” characters, who get euphemisms instead of the actual word.

But... I really hate that it only comes up when her lesbian girlfriend is being biphobic? That’s just... not really how I want to hear it...

I loved how they first set it up. When Callie and Erica got together and they had their freak out and they had it together. I absolutely love how Erica came out, crying in bed and telling Callie that she was like getting glasses, that could now see right, because actually she was a lesbian, she just never considered the option, she’s never considered needing glasses but now that she had them, now that she loved a woman, she saw. I loved that, I really did.

I also loved Callie’s freak-out at that because she didn’t feel that way. Sure, she was happy with Erica, but she still liked boys. I really did hate that she immediately jumped into bed with Mark to test if she still liked having sex with men. That was... not ideal, but she told Erica immediately after.

From that freak-out on, it was obvious that Callie was bisexual. She liked women, but she also still liked men. The thing is, it was weird that no one used the word bisexual. And not even just not the word but the concept.

She kept talking, repeatedly, to multiple people, about being a part-time lesbian and brought up her confusion about it. She’s called herself a lesbian repeatedly, but always with that edge of confusion and in the beginning, I thought maybe just Callie had never met the concept of bisexuality, but no one she spoke to did?

No one’s ever heard of bisexuality? No one can go “maybe you’re not a lesbian, maybe you’re bisexual?”, because that feels like something someone should have suggested to her at one point.

So by the end of season 6, I was pretty sure that the writers were unfamiliar with the concept of bisexuality...

And then season 7 opens up and Arizona just casually calls Callie bisexual.

Again, I’m glad they’re using the word. But after this very long time they have shown Callie’s struggle with her sexuality, it really feels like she would have deserved to be the first one to use that word. She had a lot of focus on her struggle with whether she was straight or a lesbian, her confusion, she really would have deserved - somewhere in between there - a moment of coming to terms with it, of claiming bisexuality as her identity. Of stopping with the “am I a part-time lesbian?” confusion.

Instead, it’s another character who uses bisexual for her for the first time. And it’s in an offhanded, biphobic comment.

I’m over half-way through season 7 and Arizona has brought up Callie’s bisexuality three times in total so far and every time only to make a biphobic comment.

And as a lesbian, I’m really pissed that they wrote one lesbian character out to replace her with another lesbian character, who now gets away with casually being biphobic all the time. Someone. Call. Her. The. Fuck. Out. I want good rep, I want a lesbian character I can really love, not a biphobe.

And as a Callie fan, I am really pissed that she’s not speaking up for herself on this and calling Arizona out on it. Because my girl deserves better than these comments.

This is frustrating. I want Callie to be happy and I want Arizona to be called out on her biphobia so she can get over it, to realize when she does this and stop doing it, because I do want those two to be happy.

#Grey's Anatomy #that's a long rant #but like #watching Arizona #be biphobic and LITERLALY #in the next sentence #propose to Callie #is just wrong #like really really wrong #Biphobia #Callie Torres #Deserves Better #Phoe Watching Grey's Anatomy

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jeontaeh · 3 years

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THREE³

There was an awkward silence.

The only sound in the room was, well, none because there's no goddamn sound in space. Just their breathing, little clanks from here and there, and the small woosh of the engine.

There were 7 of them, and none of them spoke. Jungkook had his head in his hands. Taehyung was looking out the big window. Jimin looked distraught and a little heartbroken. Yoongi was drinking from a flask and everyone was pretending they didn't see. Hoseok was on the chair with his legs propped up on the side of the chair. Jin was lying on the floor face first.

Namjoon was the only one doing shit. He had his tablet out, pressing quick buttons on his tablet and then on the communications table.

"Engineering, you don't know shit about Communications. Get off before you accidentally contact that planet full of cannibal aliens." Yoongi said, and Namjoon pursed his lips.

"I have a name." Namjoon snapped, and Yoongi scoffed. "Right Sorry- uh- Seokjin."

"That's me." Jin said, raising his head a bit to look at Yoongi. "Oh shit, sorry." Yoongi said.

"It's fine, Jimin." Yoongi said, and Jimin sighed. "I'm Jimin."

"I don't know which one of them is Taehyung and which is Jungkook." Hoseok admitted, looking at the ceiling of the ship.

"The one that doesn't look like a wanna be android is Jungkook." Jungkook said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"The one who doesn't look like he just dipped his head in period blood is Taehyung." Taehyung retorted.

"Yeah.. your mom's." Jungkook mumbled back, and Taehyung just ave him a pissed off look.

Namjoon yelled. "Ah!"

Everyone shut up. "Jesus Christ- what's wrong?" Jin asked, and Namjoon placed the tablet down and groaned. "No signal. No fucking signal."

"Maybe- maybe we should move? At least try and find the Galactic patrol to get through to the other galaxy-" Jimin suggested, and Namjoon sighed. "We can't. There's no patrol here. This entire place and the galaxies on either side are undiscovered territory. So we're alone."

"Ugh. Can't we go to that galaxy which has that planet which is all girls?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung scoffed.

"We're stuck in the middle of nowhere and you;re thinking about girls? What are you, straight?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook shot him a glare.

"I am." Jungkook snapped, and Jimin gasped. "Really? I've never met a straight person before." Jimin said, and Jin hummed. "Me either."

It took planet earth many years and year, but somehow, more than 60% of the population of Humans were bisexual. The 40% was the people who liked one gender. But it's fine. Everything's accepted, it's fucking 3418. No one was homophobic. They left that shit behind a thousand years ago.

"Y'know what, I think it's best if we don't move. Just stay in one spot, until we get some help. Mrs. Tin-"

"Yin."

"Mrs. Yin will send some help, of course she will. We just need to waist. And there doesn't seem to be any disturbance the satellites are picking up around us, so we are fine." Namjoon said, and the guys hummed in agreement.

Another awkward silence.

"Let's play a game." Hoseok said, and everyone looked at him. "A game? What are we, 4 years old?"

"Do you have anything better to do? Exactly. So let's just get to know each other because I don't know shut about anyone." Hoseok said, and then Namjoon hummed.

"Yeah, that's cool. I'll go first. I'm Kim Namjoon, I'm 21, and I spend most of my time in the library." Namjoon said, and Jin chuckled.

"Heyy- you're that guy that helped me with my homework that one time. Thanks, man." Jin said, and Namjoon gave him a look and smiled a little. "Yup. I'm that guy."

"Great. My turn. I'm Jung Hoseok, also 21, and I really like dancing and fixing shit, which is why I'm in engineering."

"Cool. I'm Jin, 23. You guys probably know me. Like, not know-know me. But know me. I'm pretty popular." Jin said, and the guys hummed. "Yeah, we know you, Jin. You're like, president of every club you join."

"True."

"Okay I'm Park Jimin. I'm 20. I just found out my girlfriend cheated on me with that guy," Jimin said, whose eyes widened. "And though I want to kill him, we'll probably get home soon, and I don't have that kind of energy in my life." Jimin said with a smile, and then sat down.

Jungkook cleared his throat, giving a small smile to Jimin, who ignored it. Yoongi stood up.

"I'm 22 and I'm tired." Yoongi said, and then sat back down.

"Is your name 22 or is it tired?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Got it."

"Okayyy- I'm Kim Taehyung. I'm 20. My mother is one eighth jupiterian, which is why I have grey eyes-"

"Your dad fucked an alien?!" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung frowned at him. Everyone paused for a second, and then Jungkook realised what he said came out weird, and he cleared his throat.

"I mean- oh my god your dad fucked an alien.. congrats." Jungkook said quickly, looking down. Taehyung pursed his lips and then looked back at the other guys.

"....Anyways. I like reading books from time to time." Taehyung said, and Jungkook arched his eyebrow.

"What's that?"

"Huh?" Taehyung said.

"What's a book?"

"Oh my god."

"No I'm serious-"

"It's like words but written on paper and shit." Jin said, and Jungkook frowned. "Paper? Like that shit from trees? People used to skin trees?"

"Oh my god are you fucking dumb?" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook pursed his lips at his words and then huffed and stood up.

"I'm Jungkook. I like space exploration because going out in space is fun. I'm 18." Jungkook said, and then sat back down.

"Going out in space is fun- Jesus Christ, couldn't get a dumber answer. Makes sense since you;re a child." Taehyung mumbled, rubbing his face with his hands, and Jungkook frowned.

"I'm literally 2 years younger than you,"

"You're a baby."

"Fight fight fight fight-" Yoongi started chanting, and Jimin giggled at him. Taehyung turned away from Jungkook and faced the rest of the guys, who all looked bored.

Another awkward silence.

"Hey what if that woman just left us and we're here all alone forever?" Jin said, and everyone gulped, because the fact that the statement was plausible scared the shit out of everyone.

"Guess we'll just die." Yoongi said, and Jimin giggled again, playfully nudging his foot.

"We won't die. No one's dying. Not yet, we're only 20-"

"Jungkook's 18."

"Dude shut the FUCK up-"

"Holy shit someone get silver away from cherry over here," Hoseok said quickly, and Jungkook just got up and walked away himself, feeling a little annoyed, staring daggers at Taehyung.

"Okay, good thing is. We have two engineers, two communications, one medical, and two explorers." Namjoon said, and Hoseok hummed. "Don't really need two engineers."

"I know, but the more the merrier I guess." Namjoon said.

"That's what she said," Jungkook giggled, and then looked at Namjoon, laughing with his mouth open, until Namjoon didn't laugh and Jungkook shut up, looking forward.

"Holy shit this is awkward. I'm gonna take a tour of the ship." Yoongi said, and then stood up. "I'll come with." Hoseok mumbled, and he got up with him and they walked to the other side of the ship whee the other rooms were.

"I wanna go check out the kitchen in this place." Jimin said, and Jin stood up. "I'll come." And they both walked out.

Namjoon was still looking at the communications table, pressing some stuff, muddling around files and information. Jungkook gave him a look, and then turned and saw Taehyung standing beside him.

"Wanna check out the rooms?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook frowned. "With you?"

"Or you could just sit around here and bask in your piss. Jesus- I'm just asking." Taehyung snapped, and both heard Namjoon sigh.

"Can you kids get out of here? I'm trying to work." Namjoon said, and Jungkook and Taehyung both paused at his words and just found themselves nodding and walking out of the control room.

"So, Kim Taehyung. Funny I never noticed you on campus." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung smirked as the two continued walking through the halls of this ship. "Why, because I'm so attractive?"

"No, because I wouldn't notice someone cosplaying as the tin man for sure." Jungkook replied cockily, and Taehyung raised his eyebrow.

"It's my natural hair colour, unlike you.... Wannabe little mermaid headass." Taehyung retorted under his breath, and Jungkook rolled his eyes, and they kept walking.

They finally reached the plate with the rooms, and saw 8 rooms. Both grinned, thankful they were getting their own rooms, at least. They entered one, and then gasped.

"Dude it's like a hotel room in here, holy shit." Jungkook whispered, and it truly was. The floor was carpeted and the beds were big and plush and there were huge windows lining the wall, along with dim lights that turned on because, y-know, lights were activated by kinetic energy now.

There was a bare wall on the other side of the bed, and Taehyung placed his hand on the wall, and a screen showed up, and it read Welcome on it.

"Welcome indeed." Taehyung said, tracing his hand over the screen.

Jungkook snickered. "That's what she said."

"What?"

"Like- well come." Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds. "Like- it's- it's a joke on- it's a play on words on orgasming-"

"Dude, I get it. I'm just not 12 so I didn't find it funny." Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook rolled his eyes.

"Oh my god, you're so fucking high strung I assume you're walking around with a dildo up your ass," Jungkook snapped, and Taehyung looked at him, his silver eyes darkening.

"What did you just say?" Taehyung said lowly, and Jungkook pushed past him, walking out of the room. Jungkook saw Jin and Jimin holding a whole basket in their hands.

"You guys there's so much food in here! Like, everything!" Jimin squealed, and Jin grinned happily and both of them giggled and rushed to the little dining room place with hovering chairs and what not.

Yoongi and Hoseok walked out of the lounge room, and they were both grinning. "So fucking cool."

"I know right."

"What?" Taehyung asked, and Hoseok and Yoongi looked at them. "The lounge has one of those 6d virtual headsets and it has all the video games we like." Hoseok said, and they both continued talking to each other while walking into the lounge.

Namjoon walked out of the control room, cursing under his breath and placing his tablet against the wall, it's inbuilt wall mount acting up. Namjoon looked frustrated, so Taehyung sighed.

"Namjoon, don't worry. We'll get communications somehow. Let's just go eat for now." Taehyung said, and Namjoon nodded, giving Taehyung a grateful smile.

"Thanks Taehyung. I'm just worried we'll be stuck here for longer than a day or two." Namjoon said, and then two responses came at once.

"We'll be fine!"

"We're fucked."

Namjoon and Taehyung glared at Jungkook, who scoffed. "What! Am I wrong?"

"No, but just learn to keep your mouth shut sometimes, cherry." Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook frowned as Taehyung gave Namjoon a sheepish shrug and they both snickered and walked into the dining room.

Jungkook, standing alone outside, huffed. "Cherry." Jungkook grumbled under his breath, and then walked into the dining room, seeing all the guys sitting on either sides of the table, some laughing.

"Yo this shit is so good," Hoseok said, biting into the pizza, while the other hummed in agreement, also digging into the food. Jungkook walked up to there, and grinning sarcastically.

"Great. There's six seats.2 Jungkook said, and Taehyung looked at him. "There are more dining rooms."

"I don't wanna sit alone." Jungkook snapped, and then decided to just stand and eat, because it's better than leaving. Jungkook grabbed a piece of fried chicken and bit into it, and moaned a little.

"Holy fuck, that's good." Jungkook said, and Taehyung scoffed.

"In other news, a chicken leg turns an 18 year old on." Taehyung said in a news anchor voice, and Jimin laughed.

"Isn't this kind of weird?" Namjoon asked, and the boys looked at him. "Like- there's so much food.. and they don't stock the food until one or two days before takeoff. But from what I know, the Space Nova wasn't supposed ready to launch for at least another year. So why's there so much food here?"

Everyone stilled, but Jungkook continued biting into his fried chicken, and then gasped. "Ohh- Jin pass the mayo." Jungkook said, and everyone looked at him, and Jungkook blushed lightly and just grabbed the mayo himself.

"That is weird, Namjoon. It's weirder how no one stopped us from entering it properly. I mean, if the kitchen is stocked, technically that means this ships should've been taking off in a day or two, right? But I didn't see any cleaners or mechanics working on this ship." Yoongi said.

"Yeah. Usually before a ship, especially as big as this one, is due to venture out- there's many cleaners and people working in and out to make sure it's safe. 7 kids like us shouldn't have been allowed to just walk in with such little supervision.." Jin said, and everyone paused again, looking down at their food.

"Holy shit chocolate covered strawberries." Jungkook piped, and the guys looked at him in annoyance again as Jungkook reached forward to grab some.

"Jungkook I think you should just sit in the other dining room from now." Jimin suggested, and Jungkook frowned, and then they heard some loud beeping.

Message Alert. Message Alert. Message Alert.

Namjoon shot up in an instant and ran out, and everyone dropped their food and rushed out as well. Jungkook sighed, and then grabbed his drink and ran to the control room.

There was a big calling screen on the big window in the control room, and Namjoon pressed a button. "Mr. Disung?" Namjoon asked in relief, seeing the head of their University sitting against a chair, looking at a screen as well, probably.

Yes yes, hello. Kim Namjoon, right?" He said on the monitor, and Namjoon nodded, grinning.

"Sir, thank you so much for contacting us. We've been trying all day. We really just need some assistance from the Galactic Navy to get here, and-"

"Things aren't that easy, boys. There's no other ship like the Space Nova. None that travels that fast. Taking a normal ship and getting to where you are will take a long time." Mr. Disung said, and the boys frowned.

"W-what? Can't you- can't you do something, sir? We can't be stuck here for a long time- we'll run out of supplies!" Hoseok said, and Mr. Disung sighed.

"Here's the thing, boys," Mr. Disung said, and then smiled gravely. "Your safety is our utmost priority."

"Then act like it!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung smacked his head from behind, shutting him up.

"However, we understand how-how fatal this can be to the media. If they find out that the Navy let go of seven students aboard a mega ship, we'll get major backlash." Mr. Disung said.

"Oh no that's so sad." Yoongi said, not a hint of sadness in his tone. "But when can we come home?"

"Boys, I've talked to my superiors. And they've advised me this. We suggest you make your way back to Proioxis yourselves." Mr. Disung said.

"What?!" Jimin snapped, and Mr. Disung nodded. They couldn't help but notice how Mr. Disung kept looking off camera, almost nervously, like he was reading lines. "The Galactic Navy has decided that you seven can provide us some help. Make your way back to Proioxis, and in between, perhaps complete some missions for us and venture in some planets. You have explorers with you, right?"

Mr. Disung looked right at Jungkook and Taehyung, who huffed, both scowling.

"Wait- sir, we're like, 20. We don't know much about this- it-it could be dangerous. Are you sure the Navy said to leave us hanging out here to come back on our own?" Namjoon asked, and Mr. Disung, again looked off camera, gulped, and looked back.

"Yes. Yes you will come back on your own. We'll try to contact you and give you directions the best that we can. We have sent you a map for the way back. It should take around two weeks, but you will be fine." Mr. Disung chuckled, and before anyone could protest, the call ended. And on the screen popped up a file.

Map to Proioxis Cloud

"What the fuck?" Jin let out, looking at them. "This- this is... not okay." Jin said, and Namjoon nodded, looking torn and confused and both.

"How can they just leave us without any back up? We don't have rayguns, or-or anything." Yoongi said.

"I don't know if that food will last two weeks." Jimin piped.

"I don't know if we'll last two weeks." Yoongi mumbled.

"What if we get lost?" Hoseok said, and Jungkook gulped.

"Is-is this bad?" Jungkook asked, and the guys looked a bit sympathetic, but Taehyung groaned.

"Yes, Cherry, it's bad. We could die." Taehyung said, and Jungkook gulped, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

"Hey hey, guys, let's not lose hope. We have a map, right? And it's just two weeks. It could be much worse. Plus, we can just call the Galactic Navy or Mr. Disung whenever we need help. We're fine. We- we have two explorers. Two communications. One medical. And two engineers. We're more than fine." Namjoon said, trying to lighten the mood.

"But no Captain." Jungkook pointed out, and Yoongi nodded. "Yeah. No Captain."

There was a small silence, and then suddenly all the boys looked up and looked at Namjoon, who was looking at the floor tentatively. Namjoon felt eyes on him, and looked up, and frowned when he saw the six boys looking at him with wide eyes.

"Why... are you all staring at me?"

"You can be our captain!" Jimin said, and the guys grinned, but Namjoon scowled.

"What? No, I'm only 21-"

"And?? Dude, you're proved to be good at communications and engineering. And as I said, we don't need two engineers." Hoseok said, and Taehyung hummed.

"Don't need two explorers either."

"Shut the fuck-"

"Are you guys sure?" Namjoon asked, and then Jin walked up to him.

"Namjoon, you'll be a good leader. You're perfect for this role. Plus, didn't you want to be captain?" Jin asked, and then smiled with Namjoon blushed a little. "Exactly. So get your butt on that chair and let's get moving, Mr. Captain." Jin grinned, and Namjoon did as well, and then walked over to the Captain's chair and sat down slowly.

"This is the hottest thing I've ever done." Namjoon whispered, placing his arms on the armrest of the chair.

"Chair kink.." Jungkook whispered, and Taehyung tried to elbowed him lightly. Jungkook grabbed his elbow before he could do anything though, and Taehyung turned and saw Jungkook standing kind of close.

"Nice wenis." Jungkook whispered to him, and Taehyung scowled.

"What the fuck?"

"This." Jungkook said, and then touched the skin on Taehyung's elbow. "It's called a wenis." Jungkook said, and Taehyung watched as Jungkook started laughing, and Taehyung just pulled his arm back, rolling his eyes with a small smirk on his face.

"Somehow, by being in the middle of all of this, being stuck with you might be the hardest part, Cherry." Taehyung said, and Jungkook gave him a small smile.

"You'll learn to love me." Jungkook replied, and Taehyung looked at him for a few seconds, and then they both heard coughing.

"Silver and Red are flirting, I repeat, Silver and Red-"

"Shut up, Jimin." Jungkook snapped, and Jimin giggled, getting a whack on the head by Taehyung. "Hey! I'm just practicing for when you guys go out to explore."

"The real question is- who's the Dora and who's the Boots." Yoongi said, and then winked, making all of them laugh. Taehyung snickered and rolled his eyes, but Jungkook frowned in confusion.

"How does that even make sense?"

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avintagekiss24 · 5 years

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Blame It On The Meteors

Pairing: Okoye x Carol Danvers

Rating: General

Warnings: none

Summary: Okoye is supposed to be studying, not lying in the grass, watching a meteor shower with some chick named Carol.

Word Count: 1653

Link: AO3

Square Filled: N1 - Meet Cute @mcurarepairsbingo

A/N: I really love Carol Danvers and I really love Okoye, so here you go! 🌈 I also went the route of “Sebastian Stan and Bucky Barnes both exist in the MCU” with Chris Evans/Steve Rogers in this one.

“Are you coming with me or not?”

Okoye sighs, turning her wrist to illuminate her apple watch, “I don’t know, Wanda. It’s kinda cold out.” She answers, flipping the page of her economics book.

Wanda leans against the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest. She stares at her roommate with wide eyes, her lips pursed as she sighs deeply. Okoye clicks her teeth as she scribbles notes into her notebook, completely ignoring the Sokovian redhead. She sips on her tea as she reads and stifles a laugh as Wanda sighs again loudly.

“Don’t be boring, Okoye.”

“I’m not, I’m studying and you should be too.” Okoye smiles sweetly, finally lifting her eyes to her friend.

Wanda rolls her eyes as she pushes away from the frame, grabbing her leather jacket, “I’m tired of studying. Finals are tomorrow anyway, if I don’t know it by now, I’m not going to.” She throws her hair over her shoulder and reaches across the table, slamming Okoye’s book closed, “Let’s go.”

“Wanda-”

“You can spare an hour.” Wanda starts, grabbing Okoye’s jacket from the hook and tossing it toward her, “Move your ass.”

Night has fallen over Boston. The sky is dark and full of twinkly stars as the two almost college graduates traipse across campus as a cool breeze whips around them. Wanda is all smiles as they walk up on another redhead, extending her arms out toward Natasha.

Natasha hugs her tightly, kissing her cheek before winking at Okoye, “How did you manage to drag her out? Especially during finals season?” Natasha asks Wanda, while throwing her arm over her shoulders.

Okoye rolls her eyes playfully as Wanda scoffs, “I literally had to slam her book closed. She was trying to act like she’s not used to Boston weather after living here her whole life.”

“I get cold easily.” Okoye says in defense, moving forward to embrace Natasha.

“Well, I’m glad you came. There is supposed to be a wicked meteor shower in like a half hour.”

“It’ll be worth me failing my final tomorrow?” Okoye asks cheekily as Wanda slaps her shoulder.

“Totally.” Natasha winks before grabbing Wanda’s hand, “You want a coffee or something? I was just about to grab something from Starbucks.”

Okoye sighs a little, nodding her head, “Yeah, a White Chocolate Mocha is fine.” Okoye answers, “Thank you.”

Natasha shoots her a finger gun, “Back in a flash, babe.”

Okoye shoves her hands into the pockets of her stressed leather jacket and moves deeper into the grass, finding an open space and plopping down. Students mill about around her, all trying to find a spot for the show, while clambering on about their upcoming finals. Okoye pulls out her phone, losing herself as she peruses instagram until a voice next to her grabs her attention.

“Hey, sorry. Is it okay if I sit here?”

Okoye glances up and then does a double take at the blonde woman standing next to her. Her hair is shoulder length with loose curls framing her face. She’s dressed casually, a Nine Inch Nails t shirt hugging her torso as her long legs are covered in a tight pair of jeans. Okoye nods and smiles softly, “Yeah, sure.”

The blonde smiles and sits down before laying back in to the grass, tucking her hands underneath her head. Okoye glances over at the stranger, not having ever noticed her around campus before. She stares up at the sky, a soft smile on her face as she blinks slowly, her chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm. She pretty, this blonde stranger. Natural, simple- just what Okoye likes. The woman rolls her head toward her suddenly, her smile widening as Okoye takes a sharp breath and snaps her eyes back to her phone.

“I’m Carol, by the way. Carol Danvers.”

Her voice is soft and smooth, but also kind of playful. Okoye shuts her eyes, shaking her head in embarrassment as a light laugh escapes her, “Sorry, I just- I didn’t mean to stare. I’m not a creep, I promise.”

Carol shrugs, the same wide toothless smile on her lips, “It’s okay. Truth be told, I’ve been staring at you since your friends walked off.” Okoye turns her head toward the blunt woman as her eyes widen and her mouth curves in to a shocked grin, “You’re gorgeous.”

“I-” Okoye laughs again, “Wow, thank you. That’s very nice of you.”

“I hope your name is as pretty as you are.” Carol presses.

“Oh my god,” Okoye laughter heightens as she tosses her head back.

“What?” Carol asks, leaning up onto her elbows, scrunching up her face, “Was that cheesy?”

Okoye shrugs as she continues to giggle, “Kinda? Yeah.”

“Ugh,” Carol groans as she slams her eyes shut and lets her head fall back, “Sorry. Now I’m the creepy one.”

“No, no! It’s fine, it’s actually kinda nice. Most people are way too suave nowadays.”

Carol points at her and winks, “That is so true. I figure, when hitting on someone, just be as awkward as possible. It comes off as genuine.” She nods, turning her head to look out across the park, “You are beautiful though. That part I meant.”

Okoye smiles, then bites her bottom lip to try and hide it to no avail. She drops her head as she feels Carol’s eyes on her, looking her over, “Okoye.” She says after a moment.

Carol nods slowly as her face cracks with another large smile. She lays back down and returns her eyes to the sky, prompting Okoye to do the same. They lay in silence as another cool breeze whips through the campus. Carol turns her head back toward Okoye as she gazes up into the sky. The moonlight bathes the African woman in a soft light, accentuating her smooth skin. Her lashes are long and full as they curl around her large, soft, dark eyes. Her lips are plump and inviting as they part slightly and Carol has to stop herself from leaning over and kissing her right here, underneath the stars.

A meteor flashes across the sky and Okoye smiles, lifting her arm to point toward the natural phenomenon, “Did you see that?”

Carol shakes her head, “Nope.”

Okoye doesn’t turn toward her. She just smiles again as Carol rolls over onto her side to face her, propping her head up with her hand, “Okoye is a beautiful name.”

“Thank you.” Okoye laughs, “You know, there’s a meteor shower literally happening in front of us right now.”

“I know, crazy right? So, are you here just for school or?”

Okoye laughs harder, finally rolling her head toward the straightforward woman, “No. I moved here from Wakanda with my parents when I was seven. Been here pretty much my whole life.”

“Wakanda? Wow. That place is all over the news. Do you remember much about it?”

Okoye takes a breath, “Oh yeah, we go back every summer.”

“Nice, nice,” Carol nods, “Are you going to take your boyfriend with you after you graduate?”

Okoye scoffs but smiles widely, “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Girlfriend, then?”

“Don’t have one of those either.”

“Just what I wanted to hear. I mean, you are into girls, right? I don’t want to waste all my material on a straight.” Okoye covers her face with her hands as she dissolves into giggles again but Carol peels them away, “Don’t hide that face.”

“Right to the point, huh?”

“Of course,” Carol shrugs, “There is no other way to be, baby.”

“I don’t even know you, lady.” Okoye exclaims, completely unable to wipe the grin off of her face.

Carol gestures her hand between the two of them, “That’s what this is, us getting to know each other before I ask you for your number. Or, the very least, your instagram.”

Okoye has to give it to her, Carol Danvers is smooth, “I am bisexual, if you must know. So, yes, I’m into girls.”

“I’m bisexual too, you know. Just 99% of me leans toward chicks.”

Okoye shakes her head, “You are too much, Carol Danvers.”

“I’m serious!” Carol explains, “I would totally sleep with Brad Pitt, and Brad Pitt only.” Carol stops, squinting her eyes as she thinks, “Well, and maybe that guy who plays Captain America.”

“Oh, Chris Evans.” Okoye groans, closing her eyes at the thought of him, “I love him, he’s gorgeous. Great ass.”

“See?” Carol smiles, “Now we know that we’d both do Chris Evans. So, now you know me and I know you. About them digits, tho?”

“Hey, Okoye.” Wanda starts, jogging up to the pair of women, “Oh sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt.” She says, glancing over at Carol.

“It’s not a problem, what’s up?” Okoye asks.

“Change of plans. So, Nat wants to go to the movies to see that scary one that you’ve been trying to drag me to.”

Okoye rolls her eyes up at her friend, “So you’ll go for her and not for me? That’s cold.”

“Shut up. You wanna come or not?”

“And miss this beautiful meteor shower that you dragged me out for?”

Wand throws her hands to her hips, tilting her head, “We can watch it from the car, dick.”

Okoye sits up, turning her head back toward the mysterious Carol Danvers, “It was nice meeting you, Carol.”

“Just like that, we’re done? Really?” She smiles, watching at Okoye stands, “You’re not even a little impressed?”

Okoye takes a few steps, walking backward as Wanda loops her arm within hers, “My insta is OkoyeFromWakanda, two y’s.”

Carol eyes crinkle as she smiles back, wiggling her fingers, “Bye beautiful. Talk to you soon.”

Okoye turns, dropping her head as Wanda glances back toward Carol. She leans into Okoye as they move toward the street, “Who the fuck was that?”

“I don’t know,” Okoye laughs, her eyes twinkling in the moonlight, “My new girlfriend, I think?”

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 5 years

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*slides in* Hey there, love! I do believe you mentioned something about Poly ML heroes when last we spoke. Care to elaborate on a delicious concept? *vanishes on the wind*

Originally just random headcanons, but nooo. Someone has to feed me ideas and then prompt me into doing a twitter fic! Also, I don’t know twitter, and Loud!Paris is a magazine I made up.

SuperWatch @superherowatch

Rena Rouge and Carapace confirmed as a couple! Interview on… #superheroes #romance #RenaRouge #Carapace

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

Hey!!! That’s super cool! We have confirmed superhero pairing!!!

IAmTheWalrus @walrus

Yeah! I mean we all thought LadyNoir was real but hey- just as epic!

Keith @keithrichards

They keep making comments about being down for dating the others though. And joking about how hot people are. That’s sketchy.

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

Not really? I mean they’re probably just joking. I joke with my boyfriend like that all the time- we aren’t serious about it.

SuperWatch @superherowatch

Rena Rouge and Carapace have been accused of lying of their relationship or not taking it seriously… and then Queen Bee steps in. YouTube… #superheroes #romance #RenaRouge #Carapace #QueenBee

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

Holy crap!!! Did she just kiss Rena? And talk about being Poly?!?

Keith @keithrichards

Okay- that is taking it way to far. @ladybug, @kittycatnoir- you’ve gotta take away their Miraculous. They’re being utter perverts!!

KeepParisSafe @keepparissafe

I agree! This is a disgusting display of immorality and needs to be stopped!!

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

You’re the disgusting ones! Love is love you asses! Go tell the mayor to his face what you think if you’re going to whine on Twitter!

LadybugOffical @ladybug

Hey guys, just want to say that as a bisexual and polyromantic woman I support my teammates. Here’s the interview I did for the Ladyblog concerning this. #LGBT #comingout

KeepParisSafe @keepparissafe

Here’s a petition to force the so called heroes we have into giving up their powers so decent and family friendly heroes can take their place. #keepparissafe #banperversion

Ladyblog @alyathereporter

Hey Ladybloggers! I’ve got a hot scoop from a rather interesting source on the drama occurring in the media right now surrounding our heroes! Ladyblog… #ladybug #ladyblog #here’sthescoop

HufflepuffisMe @harrypotternerd123

Hey, can we get a transcript for the deaf bloggers?

Ladyblog @alyathereporter

Of course!!! Sorry for any inconvenience! …

Miss Popular @tiffanyjohnson

Favourite part of this:

JT: I don’t understand why it’s such a fuss. The Seven Main Stones- as there are many other Miraculous Stones and you may see them occasionally- all tend to have a very close relationship. I was involved in such a relationship when I was in a group much closer to my age. Others were to- certainly it’s not always. We once had a full team of siblings- but it’s often enough we just don’t care.

A: And your age…

JT: I just don’t care. Let them be kids. Let them date, who cares. #olddudespeakswisdom #JadTurtleStan

MayorOfParis @andrebourgeois

My official statement for this entire thing is that I stand behind my daughter and proudly support her and her friends and fellow heroes. #themayor #LGBTProudparent

Queen Bee @chloebourgeois

I am not dating Rena or Carapace. I kissed Rena to prove a point. #goodkisser #notdating #stop asking

Loud!Paris @loudparis

Hello everyone, we’ve got a scoop! Our only known hero Queen Bee was seen kissing the creator of the Ladyblog Alya Césaire while a boy was holding her hand!!! #LGBT #dating

Ladyblog @alyathereporter

Official statement: yes. I am dating Chloe and my boyfriend Nino. All three of us are dating. #LGBT #notladybugstuff

Ladybug#1Fan @kittykitykitty

No wonder you get all the scoops then! This is blatant favouritism!!

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

She gets all the scoops because she’s a good reporter? Your blog literally steals from them all? And I don’t think she was dating Chloe earlier?!

SuperWatch @superherowatch

This in- Ladybug and Chat Noir caught kissing on the Effile Tower! #superheroes #Ladybug #ChatNoir #romance

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

IT’S CANON MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!

Keith @keithrichards

Given how immoral Ladybug is, I say Chat should dump her right away.

Chat Noir @kittychatnoir

Given I’m Pan and Poly… no.

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

BURN.

Loud!Paris @loudparis

Chloe and her girlfriend, Alya Césaire, and their boyfriend, Nino Lahiffe, caught out with Model Adrien Agreste and a pigtailed girl- and Adrien was holding hands with Nino!!! #LGBT #cute

Gabriel @gabrielagreste

I support my son in any way possible. Here is a release of Pride-related merchandise that I have been planning since he came out to me. Some of it designed by his girlfriend Marinette Dupain-Cheng. #LGBT #LGBTProudParent

Adrien’s Wife @iloveadrienagreste

SHE’S TOTALLY USING HIM! THEY ALL ARE! HE DESERVES BETTER.

Ladyblog @alyathereporter

How? Where’s your proof?

Mrs. Agreste @superpowahgirlisme

Wow, I just did some Google-Fu on the people Adrien is dating and… it’s honestly super impressive? #theseguysarecool #gothem

1- Alya is the runner of the Ladyblog which is #1 for news on Ladybug and has amazing footage- even before she started dating Queen Bee.

2- Nino won multiple DJ competitions and even has filmed small movies?!? Also the guy apparently got Akumatized cause Adrien wasn’t getting a party for his birthday so props!

3- Chloe is the mayor’s kid. And a superhero

4- Marinette is the girl who designed Jagged Stine’s glasses and his album cover. And she’s won a bunch of competitions!!!

Adrien’s Wife @iloveadrienagreste

THEY ARE USING HIM.

Mrs. Agreste @superpowahgirlisme

Given that only Marinette is like the girl who is in the fashion industry and she’s already attracted big names… ha.

Loud!Paris @loudparis

Interview with the poly couple everyone’s talking about! #polycouple #PolyLychee

DJ MIx @ninolahiffe

Apparently #PolyLychee is trending. Is it bad to want to put out some mixes I made for sale?

Adrien’s Wife @iloveadrienagreste

DO IT! I’d buy!!!

KeepParisSafe @keepparissafe

No one should buy anything from a perverted source! #BoycottDjMIx

Adrien’s Wife @iloveadrienagreste

Yeah- no one cares.

Loud!Paris @loudparis

Apparently there may be drama in #PolyLychee? Marinette seen with strange man! #istheredrama

Sewing Queen @risesfrombread

To all those who are asking- that’s Luka. He’s the older brother of a friend of ours… and another boyfriend. He WAS trying to keep it quiet cause he wanted to be a great musician without saying he had a leg up. Thanks a lot @loudparis

Loud!Paris @loudparis

Jagged Stone comes out with a new hit single dedicated to his sunglasses designer and friend, Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her poly relationship! As well… he comes out of the closet! #LGBT #PolyLychee #JaggedComingOut

Loud!Paris @loudparis

Another girlfriend?! Kagami Tsurugi seen with the poly relationship holding hands with Adrien Agreste!! #PolyLychee #LGBT #another

ModelMagic @adrienagreste

You know… @loudparis should shut up about the relationship we have if they keep outing our girlfriends and boyfriends. #PolyLychee #stopit

SuperWatch @superherowatch

HAWKMOTH REVEALED! Gabriel Agreste has been revealed to be Hawkmoth, with his assistant Nathalie Sancoeur being in cahoots! #Hawkmoth #HawkmothRevealed

LadybugOffical @ladybug

Please do not ask @adrienagreste any questions or disturb him. We have cleared his name and ask that he received privacy while we handle this.

SuperWatch @superherowatch

Hawkmoth has received 25 years in jail! His accomplice recieved 20! Also, new heroes on the block? The Butterfly and Peacock are in new hands! #hawkmoth #newheroes?

Loud!Paris @loudparis

This just in…. SUPERHEROES UNMASKED!! #whoisit #superheroes

MissPopular @tiffanyjohnson

…We should have fucking known. #PolyLychee is now #PolyHeroes

Headcanons

-As you can tell, it started with Alya and Nino and rolled from there. Chloe saved them, they started hanging around her and then suddenly… all three were dating and oh, cool.

-Adrien and Marinette kinda joined after coming out as Poly as Chat and Ladybug to their teammates. They started as the heroes, couldn’t take the guilt and then… boom.

-Their families were 100% supportive and Gabriel like had the Gorilla look out for all of them. The Gorilla becomes a fan favourite cause he’s awesome and he protects them all. He has physically removed fans and haters.

-Gabriel has akumatized a LGBT member who went after homophobes and just humiliated them. The Heroes may not have bothered trying to help for a while.

-Luka joined the poly when he started hanging out with Marinette and Adrien more. He liked them all it just… happened. They did want to keep it quiet. Thanks Loud.

-Kagami was similar.

-Hawkmoth revealed, they all ended up staying in Adrien’s mansion and kind of doing a reveal to their families. No one was against it after that.

-Luka got Nooro while Kagami got the Peacock. They’re very happy together.

-They all got to keep their Miraculous and Master Fu peacefully passed not long after. They all attended his funeral- in full uniform.

-It was after that they did a giant reveal to Paris so they could properly mourn him and keep the police off Adrien’s back.

-In the end… they all become super famous and awesome. Nino become a famous DJ, Alya is a reporter who still runs the Ladyblog and other stuff, Chloe is terrifying as a businesswoman, Luka is a famous musician, Kagami is a champion fencer, Marinette is a designer and Adrien is a physics teacher.

-The Gorilla sticks with them and becomes head of security. He’s still a fan favourite- more so after he got a dog.

-The only thing that tops the Gorilla getting a dog, is the PolyHeroes having kids. Alya and Marinette got pregnant first and then Kagami and Chloe went: Shit, why not.

#writing prompt #polyamory #miraculous ladybug #ml au

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shsummertimefest-blog · 7 years

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Pride

Enjoy, @celestialbane!

I am not very good at writing fluff. I hope you will like this story.

“So… next month is Pride month. Are we going to celebrate our collective queerness?”

Simon asked cheerfully after they had finished their dinner at Takis.

Alec wasn't quite sure what to make of it and by the looks of his siblings, he wasn't the only one. Izzy and Jace looked as baffled as him. But Magnus and Clary, on the other hand, looked excited… Too excited.

“The what now?” Jace asked, eyeing Clary, who let out an excited giggle.

“I am equally confused,” Izzy said, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Clary’s ear. Clary gave a radiant smile and snuggled closer to her girlfriend.

“Man… I keep forgetting that you guys are still living in the medieval era,” Simon grumbled, resulting in Jace whacking him on the head. Simon glared at his boyfriend.

“Is this a mundane thing?” Alec asked Magnus, trying to simmer down the bantering.

Magnus’ eyes gleamed and Alec felt a tinge of panic.

“June is called Pride month to celebrate the queer community. There are several events that go throughout the month to stand against violence and discrimination that queer community deals with. There are rallies, marches, parties and movie screenings. A lot to do and a lot to celebrate.”

Simon nodded enthusiastically.

“It's about celebrating ourselves and being proud of who we are. We should totally do it this year. Marches are amazing.” He paused for a moment.

“Wait... How come you guys don't know about this? It's a big thing in New York City. There's no way you can't know about it.”

Jace shrugged. “Well, you didn't know about demons a year ago. We might have seen what you guys are saying. Mundane celebrations kinda slip out of our radar, unless there was a demon involved.”

Simon fished out his phone and started to type furiously on it.

Magnus chuckled and slipped his hand into Alec's hand. He gave a light squeeze.

“So what do you say about participating, darling?”

Before Alec could answer, Simon let out an excited “Yes!”

He waved his phone screen vigorously at the Shadowhunters.

“Whoa… calm down there, Sigmund. You are going to make them dizzy.”

Magnus grabbed the phone and settled it down on the table so that everyone could look at it.

Alec looked down at a number of images of a rally of people holding various banners, props, posters and colored flags.

“Oh, we have seen this once or twice actually. We don’t pay a lot of attention to it. Far too many people.” Jace said thoughtfully, poking at some of the photos.

Izzy's eyes, however, looked softer as her gaze landed on Alec.

“Alec and I had seen the march from a rooftop, once.”

Jace looked at them surprised, Alec coughed nervously.

“How come I wasn't there?” Jace asked, his eyes narrowing at Alec.

Alec waved a dismissive hand.

“It was years ago. You got hurt on a mission. Izzy and I snuck out of the Institute to get away from mom and dad. We just accidentally saw it. Not that we really understood what's going on.”

That was a lie though. Alec and Izzy had some idea, but with Alec’s feelings towards Jace, they never really indulged their curiosity.

“So now that you guys know about it, how about we take part in the march this time. I can get us customized t-shirts for the event. It will be awesome.”

Simon continued to babble about the various t shirts he wanted them to try on.

Alec tuned the chatter out, trying not to worry too much about it.

“Are you okay?” Magnus whispered to his ear and Alec nodded.

“It's getting late and we should turn in. I had an unbelievably long day. Alexander?” Magnus said while flagging a waiter for the bill.

He nodded, feeling relieved at the opportunity to get away.

Alec hugged Izzy and they bid the gang good night and walked out of Takis.

“How about a late night stroll?” Magnus asked, lacing his hands with Alec’s.

“Yeah, sure.”

They walked towards Brooklyn, enjoying the brisk air.

“You didn't tell me whether you’d like to participate in a march.”

“I don't mind. It's not like I'm hiding anymore. Everyone knows I’m gay.”

“It's a different experience, Alexander. You will be out and about around hundreds of people. I don't want you to be pushed into something that you are not comfortable. Even for the sake of being proud of yourself.”

Alec shrugged.

“It's not like I am as excited as Simon about a mundane thing. But he did make a point. It's good to be proud of myself. Besides Izzy and I have been curious about it. Just let me know the date and time beforehand. I have to ask Mom to take over for me.”

Magnus beamed at him brightly.

“I am so proud of you, my dear Alexander.”

Alec was pretty sure he could feel a blush rising up.

“This is very exciting. I have planned an outfit for it. Maybe I should match my own with yours.”

Alec gave a startled gasp.

“Oh… I can't wait to dress you up and some rainbow glitter would be amazing on you.”

Alec looked at him in horror.

“By the Angel, Magnus...what … I’m… not going to wear any glitter or any outlandish shirts.”

Alec's indignant stutters were drowned by Magnus’ mirthful laughs.

Alec watched the boisterous crowd around him erupt into another cheer. The vibrant air in the crowd was electrifying and Alec couldn't help but feel himself getting pulled into the positive energy.

Magnus was holding his hand and cheering loudly with the crowd. His boyfriend looked gorgeous. Magnus was wearing a dark blue designer shirt, leather pants and pink eyeshadow that Alec loved dearly. Magnus had highlighted his hair with streaks of blue, purple and pink (“They are colors in the bisexual flag, Alexander”) which made him look stunning. He had painted his nails in blue and purple nail polish with glitter, making it look like a mini galaxy was painted on his nails.

Magnus looked thrilled walking next to him, leaving Alec feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

Simon had gotten everyone customized t-shirts as he promised. Alec had refused to wear his one opting out to wear his blue denim shirt, and Jace was wearing a black shirt with a phrase “#BiPride”, in a mix of blue, purple and pink. His parabatai was reluctant to wear it at first, however, Simon and Clary both assured him that it was a cool phrase. Jace ended up wearing it after Simon’s relentless pouting.

Izzy and Clary were wearing white t-shirts with rainbow hearts in them. However, Simon had the dorkiest t-shirt. It was a black t shirt with a blue, yellow and pink panda printed on it. “Pan” was written above the panda and “Duh” below it. He was pretty much draped on Jace while walking in the parade, giggling hysterically. Alec made sure he and Magnus stayed as far away as they could from the couple.

Clary had done face painting on all of them, which Alec couldn't get away from. He sat grumpily while Clary painted two rainbow flags on his cheeks. Magnus hadn't pushed him to dress up or cover himself in glitter, but he gave a soft proud smile once Clary was done with his face paint and Alec figured that was worth all the trouble.

Alec wasn't sure what to expect when they entered the march. He felt free and as light as a feather as they walked around Manhattan. Although Alec had been out as a gay shadowhunter, he had never really been open about himself in a crowd like this. Alec was able to hold Magnus’ hand, kiss his boyfriend senseless in public without any fears or self-doubt. It felt amazing and Alec was finally able to be true to himself. That level of freedom and happiness was exhilarating.

Magnus pulled Alec towards him and kissed him as people continue to walk around them. Alec grinned as they broke the kiss and rested his forehead against Magnus.

“This is amazing. Thank you for bringing me and being here with me.”

Magnus smiled at Alec, dropping a kiss to his nose.

“I'm proud of you, there's nowhere I’d rather be. This had been my best pride march and I am so fortunate to share it with you.”

#celestialbane #shgiftfest17 #fic #malec

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sammyspelledwrite · 7 years

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It’s not just a crush

A Ladynoir fanfic. Read it on AO3. Part 2 Part 3

Chat Noir and Ladybug were just sitting, chilling on a rooftop after one of their many nightly patrols, when Ladybug said, “What do you do for fun?”

“Fun?” he replied. “I don’t actually have a life outside of this. I’m in the leather twenty-four seven.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes. “Come on, there’s gotta be something.”

He shrugged. “I play video games. I practice Chinese. I’m sort of expected to take over the family business so I do a lot of work on that.”

“Is it fun?”

“It can be.”

They watched the sunset for a few minutes, enjoying a rare clear sky. “Oh wait,” Chat Noir said. “I play piano.”

Ladybug looked at him. “No you don’t.”

“I sure do.”

“I don’t believe you for a hot minute.”

He held up his clawed hands. “Can’t play with these, otherwise I’d show you sometime.”

Ladybug smiled. “Are you any good?”

“I’m sometimes referred to as Mozart reincarnated.”

That earned a laugh. “I don’t believe you.”

Chat Noir smiled back. He wanted to share things about his life with her, but sometimes, it was nice having someone who was apart from all that. Someone who didn’t know Adrien.

“What about you?” he asked. “What do you do for fun?”

Ladybug made a grand gesture and leaned back on her elbows. “I don’t know, this takes up a lot of time.” She rolled her eyes. “And then I’ve got school and the Bac is coming up.”

“Oh, god, me too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Ladybug made a tsk noise. “Then you know that outside of that, it’s mostly sleep. I make clothes, though. I really like design. And I’ve started painting.”

“Painting?” Chat Noir gave her a sly look. “I don’t believe you.”

She snickered. “Yeah, I wouldn’t believe me either.”

Chat Noir sat in silence for a moment, the question burning on his tongue. Finally, as the sun began to disappear below the skyline, he said, “So no boyfriend?”

Ladybug laid down completely with a sigh. “No, Chat, no boyfriend.” She lifted her head. “No girlfriend?”

Chat looked away. “No.”

There was a pause. “Are you gay?”

“Naw.” He picked at a loose bit of calking. “Are you?”

Ladybug was silent for almost too long. “I’m bisexual,” she said finally.

Chat Noir turned around, wearing his most teasing grin. “Oh really.”

Ladybug laughed. “Oh hush. Get your mind out of the gutter.”

“I can’t,” he replied. “I have a permanent address.”

They laughed, and Chat Noir lay down beside her, propped up on an elbow. “You know that’s totally cool, right?” he asked.

“Oh yeah, no, it’s fine,” she said. “Because, like, I’ve only liked boys so far. And it’s not like I’ve ever had a relationship, so.” She shrugged.

The stars were just starting to peak out of the twilight. The nightglow of the city blocked out all but the brightest, but tonight, a brave few stars were pushing through the black.

Chat Noir said, “I haven’t either.”

Ladybug looked at him and snorted. “Now I definitely don’t believe that.”

He rolled his eyes. “Oh yeah, actually, I forgot the fourteen girlfriends I see biweekly.” He tapped his head. “How could I forget.”

She giggled, staring up at the darkening Parisian sky. Her bright blue eyes were better than the stars. “I don’t know, I just… expected you would have.”

“How could I? I’ve been too hung up on you.”

It got quiet again, like the quiet before Ladybug admitting she was bisexual. Uncomfortable, tense, like old bread that wouldn’t tear, and would have to break.

“Are you still…?” she asked.

Chat Noir took a moment to answer, dropping from his elbow to lie even on his side. “I guess not.” He found a groove in the roof to trace with his claw. “It’s hard to tell.”

Ladybug kept her gaze upwards. “Do you ever think,” she said, “that if, like, gravity turned off, we would just, roll off the earth and fall… forever.”

Chat Noir made a face. “Are you changing the subject.”

“No, actually, I just.” She sighed. “Sometimes it’s really confusing because, okay. There was this guy that I really liked. I liked him for years. And I just… never had the courage to do anything about it.” She folded her hands on her stomach, talking to the arbitrary blackness above them. “I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

“Neither am I,” Chat said. “You know, in case you want, I don’t know, solidarity or something.”

Ladybug turned to on her side to face him. “I actually… wanted to ask you. Out.”

He stared up at her. Then realized she expected a response. His heart quickened. “Do you think you could repeat that?”

“Do you want to go out with me.”

“Yeah that’s what I thought you said.”

Ladybug looked at him, expectant.

Chat grimaced. “I don’t know what to say!”

“You’re allowed to say no, Chat, it won’t kill me.”

“Well… why?”

Ladybug scowled. “I explained the why, like, a minute ago. In fact I led with the why.” She sighed and sat up. “It’s fine, forget it.”

“No, no.” Chat sat up too, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’m not saying no. I’d be an idiot to say no. But, all those years, that was just harmless flirting. I never expected anything.” He smiled, just a little. “But, Ladybug, I don’t even know your name.”

Ladybug scratched at her arm and Chat withdrew his hand. “We don’t have to know names yet,” she said. “I just want to, I don’t know, make out and bring you pastries. Cuddle. Whatever.” She chewed on her lip. “And if that’s fine with us, then we… do the name thing.”

Chat Noir looked down and tried to find a loose thread in his leather outfit. “So you want to date someone without even knowing their name?”

Ladybug put her legs flat on the roof. “Oh god,” she said. Then, quickly, “if I tell you my name you’ll know who I am.”

Chat Noir was stunned. “You sure?”

“You’ve met me as a civilian.”

“Oh.” Another silence. Still tense, but more crumbly. Chat said, “You’d know me by my name too.”

She turned her head. “So what do we do?”

Chat Noir shrugged. “I guess we do your method.”

“Hm?”

He gave her a nudge. “My favorite pastries are the ones with pâte d’amande.”

Ladybug grinned. “I’ll see what I can do.”

They both lay back on the roof again, to stare up at the darkness. Chat Noir grabbed her hand, and she squeezed his in return. It was quiet, probably the best quiet so far, with each of them content with the conclusion of their talk. Chat was thinking that someday soon, he might know the striking woman behind the spotted mask. Ladybug was thinking about her father’s amande chocolat recipe and how much dough was in the fridge.

“Hey,” Chat said softly. “When you look up at the sky and think about falling up into it, is it beautiful? Or is it terrifying?”

She shrugged. “A little of both, I guess.” Her lips twitched with a smile. “If I were a literary character it’d probably have a lot of significance.”

“Something about falling in love,” Chat supplied. “Being both beautiful and terrifying.”

Ladybug turned her head and gave him with a most unconvinced look.

He said, “Can we get to the making out part now?”

“You’re as smooth as gravel.”

“I live to serve.”

Ladybug giggled and leaned forward, rolling slightly, until their noses touched and their lips met. They held it for a short while, ten seconds at the most, and then they pulled away.

Chat asked, “Was that your first kiss?”

Ladybug laughed, loud. “What? What kind of question is that?”

“A serious one!”

She damn near cackled. “Oh my god you don’t remember.” Her grin revealed little dimples in her cheeks that Chat made a note to kiss later. “I had to kiss you years ago to stop an akuma attack.”

Chat blinked, once, twice, and then sat up. “What!!?”

“It was that dark cupid guy! Kim!”

“I don’t believe you!”

Ladybug was practically rolling with laughter. “It’s true, it’s true.”

“My adolescence,” Chat wailed. “My poor pubescent fantasies! I spent hours imagining how it would feel to kiss you only for you to tell me that I tasted such sweet fruits years ago!?”

Ladybug was holding her stomach and had tears leaking out her eyes. “I’m sorry, I just… ha… I was embarrassed.” She laughed so hard she snorted a little.

Oh, hell, Chat was still in love with her.

He grinned and lay back down beside her. “Embarrassed!” he cried. “You should be embarrassed now. You denied a poor hormonal boy his dream for years, only to reveal that he actually had it all along.” He shook his head. “You are too cruel, my lady.”

“Come here,” she said, arms open. “Let me make up for it.”

With his elbows on either side of her head he kissed her, open-mouthed, with tongue. Oh, twelve-year-old Adrien was popping the biggest bottles right now. She tasted like springtime, even though autumn was ending. She made heat rise in his chest and his heart stutter against his breastbone when she took his hair in her fists.

He pulled up. “Wow,” he said, breathless.

Ladybug panted slightly, her cheeks almost as red as her suit. “That was way better than I imagined.”

Chat grinned toothily. “You imagined it, my lady?”

“Yes, I fantasized about kissing you. Come back so I don’t have to do it anymore.”

With the grip she had on his hair it wasn’t like he had much choice. They kissed and breathed and laughed and kissed until a nearby church sounded the hour. Together, they paused, mentally counting the strokes. Ten o’clock.

Ladybug pouted. “It’s late,” she whined. “I have to go.”

“One more hour.”

“Oh my god.”

“Forty-five minutes?”

She laughed. “No, I have to go now if you want that pastry tomorrow.”

Chat Noir pouted, but moved over. Ladybug sat up and fanned at her cheeks. Chat Noir was feeling pretty hot himself. “Same time tomorrow, then?” he asked.

Ladybug nodded, then leaned over and kissed him again. “See you tomorrow.” Then she stood up, blushing, and zipped away.

Chat Noir watched his lady fade into the night and took a moment to breathe. Ladybug had kissed him. It really happened. And tomorrow she was going to kiss him again.

#miraculous ladybug #ml #fanfic #ml fanfic #ladynoir #original #mine #eventual reveal #i'm posting part two in a minute #injac

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witsyo · 4 years

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Safe Word

This version of the chapter is CLEAN but the original is definitely explicit. I’ve cut that part out for the sake of Tumblr but if you’re an adult and you would like to read the full version, it’s here.

Just for context since I had to cut so much out, Razz’s currently laying face-down on a couch with ice packs and blue is sitting on the ground in front of him where he can reach her.

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“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He kissed her, then kissed her again, and again, and finally felt his lip twinge. Ignoring it, he smiled against her mouth. “Let’s make out.”

She snorted, kissed him gently one more time. “Maybe later. What do you want to order for dinner?”

“Sushi.”

She made a face, and he laughed. “I love you, but I don’t like fish, Razz.”

“Hm… something Spanish? As a compromise. The place on 5th does Doordash, and they have great seafood paella. You could get one of the other dishes? They might have enchiladas.”

“Baby, you know they don’t have enchiladas. It's Spanish food.”

“Mmm...tienen escabeche,” he murmured, grinning as she glared at him in annoyance. She mouthed the words he’d said, and he exacerbated the problem by continuing. “El pollo que tienen es bene .”

Frowning, she stared at him. “Bene? Isn’t that italian?”

“Surprised you caught that,” he laughed.

She grinned, then went back to translating the sentences in her head. She’d been trying to learn since she found out about Alteza, wanting to impress the impossible woman despite his warnings that his birth sister disapproved of literally everything he did, especially his blue-haired bisexual girlfriend. She’d been adopted by a highly religious family in Canada, and he’d gotten gay dads from the Pacific Northwest. It kinda figured that they’d be a little different.

“Pollo is chicken, they make good chicken?” she asked. He nodded, and she continued. “They have escabatcha? Isn't escabatcha the vinegar fish thing your dad makes sometimes?”

“Escabeche. Yeah, but there’s a chicken version for psychopaths who don’t like seafood. Pescado es tan bueenooo…” he said in a singsong voice, and she gave him a look, then laughed.

“Fine. I’ll get the chicken espaghetti, but you need to stop speaking Spanish. I can’t understand you.”

“I think ‘espaghetti’ is Italian again.”

She rolled her eyes, kissed his cheek and leaned back into the couch as she grabbed her phone. “ You’re Italian again.”

He gasped in mock outrage, then wrapped his arm around her, pressing kisses to the side of her head as she made the order. When she ignored him, he stuck his finger out, pressing random places on her screen as she tried to hold the phone out of his reach. “I want that one.”

“Stop touching--”

“Like this?” he poked it again, adding a random dessert to their cart.

“Quit it!” she laughed.

Razz gave up on getting at the phone, hugging her and looking over her shoulder as she added his paella to the order. “Extra fish.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Joder, pero lo quiero…” he protested dramatically, and she shook her head.

“They don’t even offer that, you’ll be fine. And quit making me translate, I swear I’m about to--”

“Vale, y si te quiero a ti en lugar del pescado?” he murmured breathily, and she paused, narrowing her eyes.

“You said that like it was sexual, but I know pescado means fish.” She mouthed the words to herself, and he grinned, waiting for her to figure it out. “What if you want… me?”

“En lugar del pescado,” he repeated.

“En lugar… instead of the fish?” She laughed incredulously. “Razz, what are you gonna do, eat me?”

“Mmm…” he kissed her chin, then the side of her neck as she snorted.

“Let me order dinner in peace, or it’ll never get done.”

“Te amo…” he murmured, letting his eyelashes brush her chin.

“Sweetheart, I love you too, but you’re pushing all of my buttons.”

“Eres tan hermosa como el día en que te conocí, eres mi amor, el amo de mi corazón...no puedo imaginarme cómo hubiera sido mi vida sin ti,” he said too fast for her to even begin to translate, nuzzling into her as she looked at him in annoyance.

“You know I can’t--”

“Te amo con todo mi alma.” He knew he was making her mad, but it was kinda funny, especially considering what he was saying. “Besarte es como ver las estrellas, les digo a todos que mi novia es--”

“Razz Rey Aster, if you don’t zip it, I am going to smack you,” she said, very severely.

“Heh…” he smiled, brushing his lips against her cheek. He was feeling a little hazy, but in the way he always craved when he was with Blue. So relaxed, a little cold from the ice, but absolutely content. “Can I have a kiss?”

She puffed her cheeks, clearly irritated, but turned to give him a peck on the mouth. “What's fifteen times eight?”

He drew his brows together. “A hundred and...twenty?”

“Alright.”

Staring at her for a moment, he watched her finish filling out the payment details for the food. “Is that right?”

“I dunno,” she said, finishing the order and pulling up the calculator app. She checked the math, then held up the screen. “Looks like it!”

“Why’d you ask?”

“You’re getting a little goofy,” she said, grinning seemingly in spite of herself. “You probably need to sleep it off.”

“But I’m hungry?”

“We’ll eat first, then go to bed, okay? Want to sleep in my room tonight?”

“Sure,” he shifted under the ice packs, realizing he was a little uncomfortable. “Can I take these off yet? I’m getting kind of cold.”

“You have another five minutes,” she said, turning around in his one-armed hold and propping her elbows on the cushions. “After they come off, do you want to cuddle until the food gets here?”

“Yeah. Can I have another kiss?”

She snorted, then obeyed, and his lip twinged again.

“My mouth hurts,” he announced, and she shook her head long-sufferingly.

“Let me see.”

He dramatically puckered his lips, trying to show her the part that hurt without having to let go of her. She laughed, then carefully touched his mouth, moving his lip to inspect the injury. “Do you want to suck on some ice?”

“I’m already cold...”

“It’ll help keep it from swelling.”

He picked up his gatorade, placing it on the cushion below him and abruptly kissing the plastic. “Thith wath in the flidge,” he explained, voice muffled. She laughed at him again, and he grinned at her, shifting and putting his cheek against the bottle as she reached up to stroke his hair, fingers moving slowly down a little at a time until they were running up and down his spine. The rhythm was relaxing, and he sighed, moving the bottle so he could lay his face against the cushion and watching her through hooded eyes. “I’m so lucky, Blue,” he said, and she smiled.

“How’s that?”

“I’m yours,” he explained softly. “You’re my girlfriend.”

“I am. Wanna know a secret?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m lucky, too. I get to be with you.”

Without really thinking about it, he smiled and asked, “Did you mean it when you say you wanted to marry me? I used to think you were joking, but...”

Her movements stuttered, but she picked them back up quickly. “Not like...now, but yeah. I love you. I’d like to be with you forever.”

“We don’t have to get married for that,” he said, and she was silent for a moment.

“You don’t want to?”

“I want to grow old with you. Have a family...be together…” he sighed contentedly, and she stopped the movement of her hand. “I don’t need to marry you, really. You’re my soulmate.”

“Yeah…” her voice sounded off, and he turned to look at her in confusion.

“Do you want to?”

She hesitated, then went back to rubbing his back. “You know I don’t want kids, right?”

“Yeah,” he said, frowning despite himself. “That’s okay, though. Maybe you will someday, but if not, I’m okay with that.”

“Why?” she asked quietly. “I’ve never understood that. You want them, don’t you?”

“I want you more,” he said simply. “My brother wants kids, and he and Jackie are gonna start trying when they get their apartment. I’ll be a godfather, and work with kids for my job. That’s good enough for me.”

Smiling softly, she seemed to be searching for words. “You’re not worried you’ll resent me for that, but you don’t want to get married?”

“I’ll marry you, if you want,” he said gently, smiling. He felt it turn a little goofy as he looked at her, realizing how much he loved her for the thousandth time. “I’d marry you every day, if you wanted me to. Make everyone buy us presents every go-round. I just don’t need it. I don’t need to prove to myself I’ll always be with you.”

She huffed out a laugh, leaned down to kiss him. “That’s very romantic. How about the tax breaks, though?”

Considering that point, he hummed. “That’s fair. You want me to propose? Or should we be progressive?”

“Fuck gender roles,” she laughed, and he grinned.

“Fuck ‘em. You wanna ask me to marry you?”

“Let’s save the proposals for a time you can talk straight,” she said, grinning. Her hand went back to his hair, leaning her cheek against the couch cushion as she found a perfect curl, laying the strand carefully against his cheek. “If we get married, I wanna take your name.”

“Really?” he asked, genuinely surprised. “I would’ve thought you’d hate that.”

“I do, when it implies ownership. But I don’t want to be a part of my family. Yours cares about me more than they ever did.”

It made him sad, to look at her and know she meant that, know it was probably true.

“Blue Aster…” he murmured, trying out the shape of it in his mouth. “You can have our name even if we don’t get married. My family would take you in a heartbeat.”

“I just might take you up on that.”

“Has it been five minutes?” he asked, suddenly really wanting to hug her, and she glanced at the time. “Yeah, just about. Can I go grab some lotion, put on some pants so I don’t terrify the delivery person?”

He smiled, then thought about it and nodded. “I’ll be okay for a little bit.”

“Alright,” she said, then cupped his chin, kissing him slow and soft before she stood up. “I’ll leave the ice on until I get back, I’ll just be a second.”

“Okay,” he said contentedly, closed his eyes as she left. All was quiet for a little bit, and he kept his breathing steady, counting the seconds until he heard a door close, peeked up just in time for her to come back. She’d put on a pair of shorts, and was squeezing some lotion into her fingers. It was his favorite one, he noticed, the one from Old Navy that smelled like orange blossoms.

She sat on the couch by his hips, starting to remove the ice packs one at a time and massaging the cold skin gently. He sighed as the last one came off, and she carefully rubbed his back, pressing softly to make sure she didn’t hurt him. The cushion shifted as she turned over, propping one knee on the cushion and leaning forward to kiss his cheek with her hands settled lightly on his back. “You feel okay?”

“Really good,” he murmured, letting his eyes drift closed. “You make me happy.” She kissed him again, and he felt her smile.

“You still want me to hold you?” she asked, and he nodded, going for her hand and starting to pull her down onto him. She laughed, and he cracked an eye open. “Here, babe, roll over,” she said. He did so, and she climbed over him, settling down into the gap between him and the couch as she covered them in the throw blanket and wrapped her arms around him.

He just watched her through his eyelashes for a moment, enjoying her shifting the massage to his chest, down to his stomach and back up.

“Can we kiss?” he asked suddenly, and she smiled, leaning up to peck him on the lips. “Can we kiss lots?” he clarified, and she snorted.

“Here,” she said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and laying her cheek on the cushion next to his face. “Kiss me all you’d like.”

Humming appreciatively, he took the offer. The kisses were chaste, just slow presses of his mouth to hers. He could feel her fingers at the base of his neck, her eyes closed as she sighed in contentment. He didn’t speed up, didn’t take it further, just soft kisses that made his heart flutter. They’d been together, what? Two years? And she still gave him butterflies.

How did he ever get so lucky?

“You’re my favorite,” he commented between kisses, and she grinned.

“Favorite what?”

“Girlfriend.”

“I’m glad I’m the best one. Is this a good time to ask how many you have?”

“Three,” he said jokingly.

“Uh-huh. I’m winning, I have five.”

“ Five? That’s not fair.” She giggled, and he kissed her again, then relaxed. “I’m feeling... real good,” he said, and she grinned at him, pulling out her phone and checking the time.

“Food’ll be here soon. Then you’ll feel even better.”

“You’re so pretty, Blue. Blue, Blue, Bluee…” he was singsonging again, and he grinned as she laughed at him. She probably thought he was half-delirious, but he just liked hearing her laugh. “Stealin’ my heart, she’s got blue hair and she’s reaally prettyy…”

“I haven’t heard this song.” She was raising a brow at him.

He hesitated, then grinned. “It has ten verses.”

“ Wow .”

“I can serenade you, if you want.”

“Oh, man...how could I say no?”

He hummed a made-up tune as he felt her pull the blanket tighter over them, sighing at the warmth of her body pressed to his. “You know something?” he asked, and she made a sound of acknowledgment. “You make me feel safe, and happy. Like… how could anything hurt me, when I’m with you? I love you.”

Blue smiled, nestling into him. “I love you, too.”

#im all the way here for this both starting and ending with them saying i love you #they do that a lot #because im a simp apparently #writingyo #again please ignore the weirdness of the half-spanish #i think it's a little less awkward than other stuff ive tried to do #and the dude is bilingual so like #it would come up

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robbieinterviews · 5 years

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“Margot Robbie, Australia’s Newest Movie Goddess”, 2014

Margot Robbie was so outrageously seductive as *The Wolf of Wall Street’*s trophy wife, Naomi (a role that earned her an Empire Award in March), that she managed to exceed the script’s hyperbolic requirement that she personify “the hottest blonde ever.” When she makes her sizzling entrance at a Hamptons bacchanal, one prurient male declares, “I’d fuck that girl if she was my sister!” Another breaks down on the spot and masturbates. Richard Curtis compares the Australian siren—who played an unattainable dream girl in his 2013 romantic comedy, About Time—to that other screen goddess Grace Kelly. And this summer Robbie is taking on the role of the ultimate irresistible Ur-female, Jane (opposite Alexander Skarsgård), when David Yates’s Tarzan begins filming in London. Martin Scorsese’s casting director, Ellen Lewis, who first brought Robbie to the master’s attention, said, “As beautiful as she is, that’s how talented she is.”

The 24-year-old actress is slightly baffled by all the over-the-top admiration. “In my big group of girlfriends at home,” Robbie insists, “I am definitely not the best-looking. I did not grow up feeling like I was particularly attractive. You should have seen me at 14, with braces and glasses, gangly and doing ballet! If I looked good in Wolf of Wall Street I cannot take full credit; it was because of hair extensions and makeup.” Robbie even downplays her seemingly innate gift for acting, which, she says, did not always bring her topmost accolades when she was growing up in the Curumbin Valley, on the Gold Coast of Australia, about an hour from Brisbane. “My school was very academic. I was up there in English. I could have done law and a number of other things. But I was only second in my year for drama.”

Even so, she had a pretty clear idea of where she was headed. Since childhood she had amused herself and her family (she’s the third of four siblings) by memorizing the films they watched on the household VCR. “My family had nothing to do with the entertainment industry. We had farming on both sides. My mother’s family raised grains and crops. My father’s grew sugarcane and mangos. So I knew more about the basics of farming than of acting. But my background was really helpful when I was shooting Z for Zachariah”—a post-apocalyptic drama to be released in 2015. “I already knew how to drive a tractor and milk cows.” The movie, for which Robbie became a brunette, co-stars Chiwetel Ejiofor, who says, “Whilst she is truly very, very funny and enormously vibrant, Margot takes the ‘doing of it’ very seriously.”

By the age of 10, Robbie was earning her own wages—polishing cutlery at a restaurant and then advancing to “chopping vegetables and waitressing.” During her last year of high school, she worked as a housecleaner. “I’ve worked three jobs at a time. I worked in a pharmacy, an office, at a warehouse, did catering. I was always trying to save up money.”

Robbie’s resourcefulness served her well when, at 17, she moved to Melbourne without professional prospects. “I was sleeping on a mattress in a shitty apartment,” she recalls. Her boyfriend at the time, a university student, worked as “a pizza boy.” Her favorite job during her early Melbourne days was as a sandwich-maker at Subway. “I was really good at it! I make a mean Subway. The trick is to spread everything evenly out and cut it so well that there is never a bad bite.” A few months into her Melbourne adventure, she announced to her Subway colleagues that she was quitting because she had landed a part on the TV series Neighbours—after cold-calling the show’s production company. Six months later, Subway hired Robbie for a commercial, and, she said, “I got paid like 20 times the amount I ever earned there.”

Neighbours—a beloved nighttime soap, running in Australia since 1985—had long been a breeding ground for the country’s breakout stars, Russell Crowe, Guy Pearce, and Kylie Minogue among them. Robbie’s guest stint as bitchy bisexual Donna Freedman quickly evolved into a regular role. “Neighbours was my initiation into the industry,” Robbie says. “It’s definitely the hardest job I’ve ever had; it was boot camp. I spent so long on it. I survived three years.”

During her Neighbours tenure, she received two nominations for a Logie, the Australian equivalent of an Emmy. But Robbie had set her sights higher and farther. “I was carefully setting things up,” she said. Robbie enrolled in acting classes, concentrating on dialect coaching in order to perfect her American accent for the next move she planned, to Hollywood. She traded in a “dodgy” agent for one with Hollywood connections and thriftily held on to her earnings. “I saved up enough to get me through three years unemployed,” she says. A Neighbours co-star, Jackie Woodbyrne, has said, “It wasn’t a matter of if she would become successful, but when.”

“People ask me all the time what it is about Australia that produces so many big stars,” Robbie says. “Honestly, I believe it is a combination of things. Our education standards are quite high, but our industry is very limited. Yet we’re very aware of the industry—everyone goes to the theater, sees TV shows. The logical step is to make a move to America—America is getting the best of the best of us. You don’t leave Australia unless you are passionate. Any Australian actor who comes to America is really committed. There are no dabblers—it’s all or nothing. If you’ve worked in Australia you can’t get away with bad behavior, like showing up late. We take our work ethic seriously. So maybe that’s why we have a good reputation.”

As soon as Robbie’s Neighbours contract ended, she was on a plane to Los Angeles. She had timed her January 2011 arrival strategically, so it coincided with winter auditions for television pilots. By springtime, she had landed a role as the stewardess Laura Cameron on Pan Am, the ABC period drama starring Christina Ricci. A kind of Mad Men of the skies, the series fared better internationally than domestically and was canceled in 2012.

Robbie’s Pan Am character was a runaway bride, who, she says, “fell in love with a black guy.” In both Z for Zachariah and Focus (a romantic-comedy caper set to open in February 2015), Robbie plays opposite an older, Oscar-nominated black actor—Ejiofor and Will Smith, respectively. “Will and I spoke about this,” she says. “It’s 2014—and we’re one of the few inter-racial couples you’ll see in a mainstream film! We’re breaking that mold!” Last November a tabloid published shots of the pair clowning around in a photo booth while filming Focus in New Orleans. Smith was bare-chested and Robbie was lifting her top above her bra. She tweeted at the time, “Been working nonstop, just catching my breath. There’s absolutely no truth to the ridiculous rumor in Star mag . . . ” Robbie says today, “Everyone wants to link me up, make it seem like I have a thrilling love life. They tried to say Leo and I were a couple, too. Ideally, I’d want people to know nothing about my personal life. The truth is my love life is very dull. I’m in love with my job.” She does allow that she and her old Melbourne flame, the erstwhile pizza boy Jake Williams, are no longer together. He went on to co-found the Internet start-up Spotjobs, an Australian employment Web site. “We both went separate ways to pursue careers,” Robbie notes, “and went above and beyond what we wanted to achieve.”

Beore Pan Am was canceled, Robbie sent an audition tape to Ellen Lewis, Martin Scorsese’s casting director, without any real expectation of a response. The Wolf script had gone out to scores of hopefuls, she initially felt little sympathy for the gold-digger character, and she was ambivalent about the requisite nude scenes. Robbie had perhaps one edge over the competition: she had nailed Naomi’s salt-of-the-earth, outer-borough accent. For inspiration, she had drawn upon “my best friend from New York—a chef who grew up in Queens.” Robbie also channeled a woman from “the props department of Pan Am,” which had been shot at the Brooklyn Navy Yard. “These women have huge personalities,” Robbie says. “Nothing like what we have in Australia.”

Back in 2009, during the Neighbours era, an Australian journalist asked the then 18-year-old novice what actors she would most like to meet. High on her list was Leonardo DiCaprio. Remarkably, within four years Robbie was in New York auditioning in person for DiCaprio and Scorsese, doing her very best to keep up with the actor’s “daunting” off-script improvisations and make sense of the indecipherable exchanges between the two men. Riffing on a scene in which an exasperated Naomi argues with DiCaprio’s priapic con man, Jordan Belfort, Robbie suddenly reached out and slapped the star. “We were stunned,” Scorsese recalled, “because she was as surprised as we were. But when she made that move, she claimed Naomi.” As for DiCaprio, he apparently told Robbie, “That was brilliant. Hit me in the face again!”

Under the two pros’ influence, Robbie re-discovered her knack for improvisation, unexplored since high school. Some of *Wolf’*s more memorable bits were, in fact, Robbie’s off-the-cuff contributions. She improvised, for example, the lines (both of which reverse the couple’s power dynamic) “We’re not going to be friends” and “ ‘Who?’ What are you, a fucking owl?” For the notorious nursery scene, it was Robbie’s idea to push her patent-leather stiletto into a groveling DiCaprio’s face. And it was she who boldly suggested that the dominatrix Venice should insert a lit candle between DiCaprio’s buttocks, to follow more closely the debauched autobiographical source material.

Robbie says, “Nobody else compares to Marty. I still pinch myself that I worked with this director who has been a pillar for decades and decades. I can’t believe it! It was one of the best times in my life! I’d sit down and have lunch on the set and think to myself, I’m getting paid to do this! It was insane! Pure insanity!”

Robbie—the latest mantle-bearer in a long line of extraordinary Scorsese temptresses that includes *Taxi Driver’*s Cybill Shepherd, *Raging Bull’*s Cathy Moriarty, and *Casino’*s Sharon Stone—can easily envision a future beyond Wolf. “I’m not an overnight sensation,” she says. Other upcoming films include A Bigger Splash, inspired by Jacques Deray’s La Piscine, with Tilda Swinton and Ralph Fiennes, and an adaptation of the World War II–era novel Suite Française, with Michelle Williams and Kristin Scott Thomas. Robbie, meanwhile, would rather not return to television, for the simple reason that she doesn’t like “playing one role for a long time—I’d rather do many characters for short periods intensely.”

For now the actress has no problem turning down lucrative offers. “I will never sell my soul for a paycheck,” Robbie says. “I don’t need the money because I’m not extravagant. I share my house in London with five roommates. I take the Tube—it’s free entertainment! I intend to stay the exact same person I always was; my family and friends keep me grounded.”

Robbie’s perspective may be unusually long for an actress her age. But then the outdoorsy Australian has some experience seeing vistas from great heights. “For my 18th and 19th birthdays I went skydiving,” she says. “I wanted that to become an annual tradition. But instead I’ve been working on my birthdays.” This year proved to be no exception—she was on the set of Tarzan. And that, she’s decided, is exactly the way she likes it. “The set is still my favorite place to be. I just don’t ever want the novelty to wear off.”

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