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dramaqueeenamby · 3 years

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Waves: The Read

A/N: I am a shady bitch, and I regret nothing. Also, if ya’ll remember, Mercedes is Summer’s publicist/manager. I mentioned that in a few waves, so don’t get confused, friends!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 2K

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"How many solos has my sister had?"

The room grew quiet, all eyes on the speaker. They’d just finished a number, or rather, Finn and Rachel had just finished a number. The rest of the students served more as props than singers. Ad-libs only constituted so much.

Mr. Schue’s smile dimmed. Slightly. "W—what?"

Alexus shrugged, motioning around the room. "Or any of the kids whose names aren’t Flipper or Rachel?"

"It’s Finn."

"I don’t care," she dismissed, eyes still on the instructor. "I’ve been here a whole week, and not once have I seen someone other than Cher and Sonny score solos."

Mr. Schue scoffed, crossing his arms. "Now, hold on a second, I treat all my students fairly. Any student is allowed to audition for a solo—"

"And how many who have auditioned actually received one, other than your prized pupils?"

Mercedes stood up. "Alexus—"

"No." Alexus lifted her hand and looked over at her sister. "This isn’t right, and you’re too kind and understanding to say anything, so I will."

"You’re out of line, Alexus."

She laughed, looking back at him. "Out of line? I’m not one of your little students, and you’re not going to shut me down like you do them. I’m going to say what I want and need to say, and then I’ll leave, but you’re going to catch this read, first."

"And, cut!"

Summer broke from character and offered Matthew a fake smile before turning away and catching Amber’s gaze. They shared an unspoken exchange, one that caused Amber to laugh after Summer rolled her eyes.

Summer didn’t know why she was so weary about accepting this role. Only 10% of it was acting, the rest was her actually reading the problematic cast members, which was all but a handful. But, to fulfill her petty side and get paid?

It was a double win.

Summer noticed Ryan was speaking with Lea, which ignited another eye roll. She was the guest star, not that Barbara Streisand wannabe. Still, Summer counted her blessings, because she could only take Ryan in small doses. He wasn’t as bad as his prized actress, but it was the fact that he allowed her to treat everyone like shit that made her think less of him.

Perhaps she was spoiled in the sense that every other director she’d had the privilege of working for would never tolerate such behavior. She had to accept that Hollywood was a game, and the rules changed constantly.

"Someone was having fun," Mercedes, Summer’s assistant chimed, coming to walk beside her.

Summer feigned innocence. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

Mercedes smirked. "Yeah, right. You weren’t acting. You were giving them all a piece of your mind."

Summer retained her smile as they reached her trailer, Summer opening the door so Mercedes could enter first. "Are you trying to insinuate that I was using my job to tell these people how I really feel?"

"I surely was."

As soon as the door closed, Summer confessed. "You know me so well."

The two laughed. "Girl, you know Lea is probably complaining to Ryan right now."

Summer sucked her teeth. "You know she is." Walking over to the kitchenette area, she turned on the Keruig and opened the drawer to select a pod. Her hand ghosted between the caramel and the dark magic, before she settled for caramel. "That black bitch—"

Mercedes snickered. "You sound just like her."

Summer frowned as she insert the pod and selected 8oz. "God, you’re right. I have to have to get out of here."

Smiling, Mercedes swiped down to refresh her emails. "Hey, look at it this way, you keep up this level of performance, and you’re a shoe-in for that Primetime Emmy.

The idea of adding another award to her resume was more than enough to keep Summer focused and dedicated. As a dark skinned black woman, she had to work ten times harder just to remain 20 steps behind. Anything she could do to push herself, she cherished.

Summer added creamer and sugar to her coffee, blowing before taking a sip. "After this, I need a quick break."

Mercedes hummed. "Umm, about that—"

"No."

"Summer—"

"No, Cedes, I’ve been working back to back since I scored 4AM, I think I’ve earned a little vacation time."

"I don’t disagree." Mercedes raised her hands in surrender.

"Thank you," Summer nodded, taking another sip of her coffee.

"But—"

"Here you go."

"I’m just saying, I’m hearing rumors about a potential role that’s gonna start casting in a couple of months."

Summer rolled her eyes and brought the mug to her mouth. "And?"

"And." Mercedes also rolled her eyes. "It’d be perfect for you."

"Mmmhmm."

"Summer," Mercedes lowered her voice. "It’s Storm."

Summer narrowed her eyes. "Storm?" Mercedes nodded. "You don’t mean—"

"X-Men Storm? I surely do."

Summer gasped and covered her mouth. "Bitch!"

"I know!" Mercedes giggled, shushing her client. "So do you see why I want you to keep your options open?"

Summer downed the remainder of her coffee and washed her mug in the sink all the while still stuck on the information she’d been told. "Do you really think I could be Storm?"

"Summer, please, you won an Oscar for your first Hollywood role. You’re a shoe-in."

"What about Shipp?"

"Shipp can skip her ass off somewhere."

The two women laughed when a knock on the trailer door prompted Summer to walk over, opening and smiling when she saw Amber. "Hey girl, come on in."

"I wish." Amber rolled her eyes. "Lea’s ready to start filming again. I mean, Ryan is ready to start filming again."

"You’ve got to be kidding me." Summer checked the watch on her wrist. "It hasn’t even been twenty minutes."

Amber sighed. "You know the saying. She says jump. We say—"

"Trip, bitch."

Amber laughed, as Summer looked back at Mercedes, pointing a finger. "This conversation isn’t over."

Mercedes winked at Summer, the two actresses sauntering back onto set.

Summer wondered if Lea had been listening outside her trailer, because it seemed as if Ms. Michele was purposely antagonizing Summer. Any scenes they had together, Lea would abruptly call cut and give Summer "pointers," all the while Ryan sat in his chair and said nothing.

Summer, forever the professional, managed to keep her composure, but there was only so much she could take.

Finally, when it came time for Summer to film her final scene, she saw an opportunity.

"Alright, and action!"

"I just want you to know that despite your distasteful behavior toward me, I hold no animosity and hope that one day you can release your unwarranted rage, and we can be cordial once I’m on Broadway."

Alexus turned to Rachel and tilted her head, crossing her arms. "I don’t like you. Never have, never will."

Rachel’s smile faltered. "Well, I-I’m sorry you feel that way, but--."

"Let me explain something to you, Berry. This is Lima, Ohio. The biggest thing we have going for us here is Breadstix, a restaurant chain that’s been on it’s last leg since that lawsuit filed by the kid who got two breadsticks stuck up her nostrils."

"I’m much better now."

Alexus ignored Britany and continued. "So, I’ll give you this, this small town notoriety and fame, because I know and you know, that once you actually make it out into the real world, reality is going to slap you so hard, you won’t need to have a nose job."

"Alexus—"

"Your stardom is limited to this pathetic town and its almost entirely pathetic population. And don’t get me wrong, you’re very good at manipulating and controlling individuals, because you can. For now. But, let’s be real, your voice isn’t anything I haven’t heard coming from street singers in NYC. Face it, you don’t have the talent nor the looks to make it into this big star you think you’re going to be. NYADA?" Alexus laughed. "Maybe you’ll make it, I doubt it, and even if you do, once you realize how utterly mediocre your narcissistic ass truly is compared to real talent, you’ll come crying back to Lima and spend the rest of your life working nights at Breadstix while watching reruns of Funny Girl on a goodwill VHS player." A beat. "Now, how’s that for raining on your parade?"

"And, cut!"

——

PRESENT TIME

"Christopher, stop!" Summer laughed as Chris came from behind and lifted her up against his solid frame. "I’m trying to do my makeup."

"You don’t need it," he murmured into her neck. "It’s going to end up all over the pillows anyw—"

"Sir!"

"Autumn."

"Would you please leave me alone?" Summer managed to wiggle herself free from her husband, flipping him off when he slapped her ass. "I am a human being."

"Allegedly."

"Alleged—lemme stop before I end up going to jail." She leaned over and examined her skin, feeling for the tackiness to see if her primer had settled. "This is why I can never do my makeup right. If it’s not him, it’s the twins."

We wanna see the babies!

I don’t get it. Why is she always so mean to him???

^^^^You must be new around here…

What makeup do you use?

Summer caught the last comment and grabbed her foundation and concealer, flashing them on the camera. "You know I have to support my girl, Ri. It’s Fenty Beauty all day everyday over here, ya’ll."

More comments came rolling in, Summer partially paying attention while she tried to do her makeup. Chris was taking her out on a date, the first they’d been on since the birth of the twins.

Summer was actually excited. She was in much need of alone time with her husband.

She grabbed the Snap shadow and blending brush when she noticed majority of the comments kept mentioning Lea Michele.

She didn’t even attempt to hide her distaste. "Why are ya’ll asking me about that girl? Did something happen?" Different stories were coming in prompting Summer to do her own research. "Baby, can I see your phone?"

Without hesitation, Christopher jogged into the bathroom, grabbing onto Summer’s hips while she typed Lea’s name into google.

Five minutes into reading, Summer slammed his phone onto the counter.

"Finally!"

"You’re paying for that," Chris muttered, grabbing his phone, thankful that it wasn’t cracked.

"Sorry, baby." She leaned up and kissed his cheek before looking into her phone. "Ya’ll, okay, most of you should remember I played Mercedes sister, Alexus, on Glee, right?" A wave of "yes" rolled in. "So, I’ve worked with the bitch, and I am not exaggerating when I say bitch. That heifer is literally the worst person I have ever had the displeasure of working with."

Summer pushed Christopher out the bathroom, in case her adding onto the Lea Michele drag train somehow ended up bad. "Now, I’d heard she was a nightmare, but I like to give everyone the benefit of the doubt."

"But, literally the first time I walked onto set and introduced myself to her, she looked me up and down, turned up her nose, and walked away." Summer clapped and covered her mouth. "It took everything in me not to call her ass out, but it was my first day, and I didn’t want to cause a scene."

"Obviously, I was a recurring star on the show so I would make appearances throughout the series, and each time I was there, she treated me, and everyone around her, like trash."

"Okay, but here’s the real tea, you know that read Alexus gave Rachel in season 3? That wasn’t in the script." Summer laughed at the comments. Her fans were freaking out. "My line ended when I told her I didn’t like her or something, but it was my last day of filming, and I’d literally had enough of her."

Even more comments came rolling in of laughing, frog, and tea emojis. Summer sucked her teeth and placed her hand on her hip. "Ya’ll, her white ass thought she was gone’ be a thirty something Maria from West Side Story on broadway." A beat. "Somebody had to let her know!"

#chris hemsworth #chris hemsworth fanfiction #chris hemsworth fanfic #chris hemsworth x black!reader #chris hemsworth x reader #chris hemsworth x black!oc #fic: waves

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safebubblebycyg · 4 years

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trans harry + drarry au:

☆ harry being deadnamed would literally be the worst pain to ever exist to him but draco would always be there to bitch slap the person who dare speak such a name

☆ harry having to go to madam pomfrey to get testosterone potions

☆ madam pomfrey rolling her eyes at him one day when hes late "mister malfoys mouth is not filled with testosterone, potter"

☆ harry secretly binding during quidditch even though he literally can NOT breathe

☆ hermione looking ready to hex him when she finds out

☆ " 'mione!! i swear im taking it off after!!" "that doesnt matter harry!! its dangerous!! either wear a sports bra or dont play!!"

☆ harry reluctantly wearing a sports bra after his confrontation with hermione

☆ ron finding out when harry unbuttoned his shirt to reveal tattered bras way too small for harry layered onto his chest

☆ ron immediately accepting harry "you've always been more a man than ill ever be, mate"

☆ draco finding out a month after they're dating

☆ he found harrys binder monster (as he affectionately called it) "love, why didnt you tell me sooner? that's it, im getting you a new one. a real one"

☆ draco immediately SPOILING harry. new binders, button-ups, and boxers

☆ "draco you cant just buy me a binder every time i get a stain on one, it's way too much-" "oh hush, what else am i spending my money on?"

☆ snape being the greasy thot he is and purposefully using female pronouns and deadnaming harry in class and in the corridors

☆ which causes ron to start H.P.P.S.; harry potter protection squad

☆ neville, luna, ginny, hermione, pansy, blaise, and ron being proud members of H.P.P.S.

☆ they even got pins just to confuse the hell out of harry

☆ harry not going to class on dysphoric days

☆ mcgonagall understanding when he misses class and allowing hermione to do his homework and take his notes

☆ harry once got told he played quidditch "like a girl" which tore him apart...until ginny stole the beaters bat and hit the quaffle to let it hit them dead in the face

☆ harry finally getting fed up with not knowing what H.P.P.S. was so he pulled them all to the room of requirements and made them fess up

☆ harry just burst into a fit of giggles and thanked them before giggling again

☆ harry let his protection squad stay intact as long as he got a crown with group initials

☆ yes, harry got his crown

☆ harry coming to potions class as an ultimate grump one day

☆ "miss potter you're late-" "yeah and you're transphobic, dont talk to me snivilly"

☆ he didnt even get detention, snape was too taken aback to remember to give it to him

☆ harry forgetting to take off his binder before he slept and waking up so sore he couldnt take it off

☆ "er- 'mione??" "yes harry?" "can you help me take my um, my binder off?"

☆ hermione giving him a twenty minute lecture and fussing at him for sleeping in a binder. she also gave him one of her bras "YOU ARE NOT WEARING IT TODAY, DONT ARGUE HARRY"

☆ harry dragging himself around the castle until draco stops him on the way to dinner. harry just slumps against his chest and sobs "m couldn wear m binder today, 'mione wouldn let me, m slep in it" he had sadly mumbled against dracos chest. draco just squeezed him tight and drummed his fingers against his back "how would you feel about top surgery?"

☆ long story short, draco wanted to pay to get harrys top surgery done by the top wizarding surgeons in the world "it wont even leave a scar, recovery will only take a week"

☆ in conclusion that was harry's favourite christmas present in his fifth year

☆ "GUESS WHOS FLAT, FLAT BEGINS, I AM FLAT, TELL A FRIEND" was all harry sang for a month, and only the muggle borns understood him that month

☆ draco catching harry sobbing in the bathroom one day "thank you- merlin thank you dray, im finally flat, thank you so much"

☆ and harry finally feels so good

☆ until snape finds out. yeah, that's right the slimey bitch ruins harrys pride

☆ "harriet, please stop touching your chest. we know you altered your body because you fail to be a real man, but you're getting a bit egotistical." AND DRACO HAS NEVER BEEN MORE LIVID

☆ he punched snape. but not before delivering the most powerful speech that hogwarts has ever heard, "how dare you. how DARE you. HOW DARE YOU. you are supposed to be a teacher. a role model. someone that students believe in. and yet you have to audacity to call harry by his dead name, misgender him on multiple occasions, and proceed to humiliate him after he has been living the happiest life he has ever lived and you saw that and RUINED IT. you, severus, are a monster. you have no idea the hell that harry has been through for being born in the wrong body. so let me give you one. 41% of transgender individuals attempt suicide at least once in their life times. that is almost half! OH and get this one! 51% of transgender males are part of that. that is MORE than half. for all you know, harry could be part of that percentage. because of people like YOU. insecure, idiotic, racist, homophobic, transphobic, morons. harry had to fight his family for his will to live and you're the only person left in his life that is trying to take that away from him now. you think that just because hes a little different and just because he wasnt born with a completely flat chest or a bulge in his pants that he isnt a man? because if that's all a man is to you then you are full of shit, severus. because harry is more of a man than youll ever be. my father will damn well hear about this. and you will be fired. because you are a greasy, transphobic, nobody. now excuse me, as i escort the entire class out of your useless lesson. nobody will ever need to know how to enhance the effects of amortentia anyway"

☆ yeah snape was fired. and no one dared to mess with harry again

☆ draco declaring one day that one half of the slytherin table was now dedicated to the H.P.P.S.

☆ theodore, astoria, crabbe, goyle, seamus, and dean joined the H.P.P.S not too long after this, missing their friends and finding it funny that draco had now become vice president with ron

☆ harry now spending his summers between the burrow, the granger's, and malfoy manner

☆ basically, ron, draco, and hermione had a contract (yes, hermione wrote it) that was a custody plan with harry. they even got mcgonagall to sign on it

☆ "you are not living in a household that calls you such horrid things" "they just call me a gir-" "AND YOU ARE NOT. HORRID"

☆ honestly any of the three could have had that conversation with harry

☆ harry felt safe at all times now

☆ "dray? mione? ron? thank you"

#hogwarts #yer a wizard harry #harry potter #draco is baby #draco malfoy #drarry #gay #boyfriend #trans guy

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thosequeenboys · 4 years

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Love is Love is Love Is – Chap. 3 (Ben Hardy and Joe Mazzello)

Summary, Chapter 3: Surprised: Details about Joe’s mysterious phone call are revealed, leading Ben to recall a special memory. Some new cliffhangers emerge!

A/N & Warnings: This is Chapter 3 of my Hardzzello story. Links to Chapters 1 and 2 are below. There are minor, non-explicit sex references (dirty talk!) Also, cursing.

tagging (thanks, everyone, for supporting this work!): @warriorteam1924 @im-an-adult-ish @cardyandy @heybuddy-drabbles @watercolouredreams @igotsuckedintothevoid @mazzelo @oniriquex @roger-taylors-car @discodeakyhasmyheart @peter-sue-the-management @honeymazzello @anotherhystericalqueen @marianaletosnape

Chapter 1: Missed

Chapter 2: Puzzled

Joe grabbed a frozen pizza and pulled salad ingredients and a beer from the refrigerator. It was all he could muster, the phone conversation still swirling in his head. He pre-heated the oven while he sipped a beer. He needed to speak with Ben, but before that, he had to go through the evening routine, which usually provided a fun, calming wrap-up to the day. Tonight, he just wanted to tuck Alex in so he could be alone with Ben.

Joe met Ben and Alex at the door and took the groceries as they took off their shoes, placing them next to Joe’s in entry foyer.

“Time for a bath,” Joe blurted out, his desire to move the evening quickly was abruptly unmasked.

Ben looked confused. “Uh, aren’t we having dinner?”

“Yes. After bath. I’m heating the oven for pizza.”

“YAY, PIZZA!!” Alex cheered.

“Do you want to take him or should I?” Joe pushed curtly. He felt particularly controlling, as inside he felt out of control.

“Uh, I can take him,” Ben looked at Joe quizzically. “Alex, why don’t you head upstairs. I’ll be up to run your bath.” As Alex climbed the steps languidly, Ben turned to Joe, “Are you ok?”

“It’s been an intense day. Let’s get him down early. And, we’ll talk.” Joe said.

“Yeah, it has been intense. We’ll make it quick.” Ben was slightly concerned by Joe’s remarks, but he figured he wanted to debrief from Alex’s earlier check-up with Dr. M.

Joe was quiet during the meal, occasionally forcing a smile at Ben and Alex, but he was clearly distracted. He couldn’t help but wonder what dinnertime would be like a year from now. Varied images flashed before his eyes.

Alex’s banter and laughs with Ben brought Joe back to the present, and he occasionally chimed in rotely, exuding a detached demeanor.

As the meal finished, Joe jumped up to clean; fortunately, there wasn’t much to do. “Ok-you guys go get ready for bed-teeth, book.” There he was pushing and controlling again.

Alex started up the steps again. Ben hung back as Joe put the dishes in the dishwasher. Joe’s intensity and distraction were unnerving. “You’re concerning me,” Ben said. “This isn’t just about the doctor’s visit. Something happened after the doctor? Just tell me. Please!!” Ben pleaded through dark, worried eyes.

Looking up at Ben, Joe suddenly got out of himself and realized that his mood and behavior were causing Ben stress. He moved toward Ben and wrapped his arms around his hips. “Hey, I’m sorry. Yeah, I got some news. It’s good. Just surprising. The timing. But, really good. Let’s get him to bed…and we’ll talk.” He looked into his husband’s eyes and brought him into his chest and whispered into his ear, “Ben...”

“Daddy,” Alex called from the top of the stairs. “Help.”

Ben released Joe with a lingering gaze before he bounded up the steps feeling both relieved and curious. Ben changed Alex’s diaper and helped him into the pajamas that were folded neatly on his pillow, as Alex pointed out the different whales in the pattern. Ben marveled at his precious son.

Joe finished in the kitchen and turned out the lights. The sound of maniacal laughter guided him up the steps. Entering Alex’s room, he saw Ben laying perpendicular on the toddler bed that was nestled perfectly into a corner of the room. Ben’s legs were akimbo, his feet splayed out on the floor. His head leaned against the wall. Alex’s relaxed his head on Ben’s stomach. He faced out into the room, eyes focused on the book in Ben’s hand.

“NOOOO!!!! The octopus goes ‘whomp, whomp whomp,” Alex said, as he pressed his tented fingers into Ben’s stomach.

“I think the octopus does this,” Ben said, as he released the book on the bed, and leaned toward Alex, tickling him. Alex rolled around giggling, as Ben angled himself so he wouldn’t roll off the bed.

“You two are INCORRRRRIGIBLE” Joe said, smiling at his two loves.

“InCORR-IJ” Alex mimicked, as he and Ben continued to roll, tickle and laugh.

“Ok, ok Guys,” Joe said softly, trying to infuse some calm. “Time for bed.”

“Daddy lie down with me.” Alex declared, knowing that usually, Ben would gladly assume the role of Big Spoon until he was close to sleep.

“No, not tonight.” Joe responded softly but firmly.

Ben gathered himself off the bed and put the book on the side table. “C’mon, buddy,” he turned down the sheet and comforter and helped Alex scoot in. He planted a kiss on his cheek as Alex’s arms wrapped around his warm neck. Joe came over and rubbed Ben’s back, signaling it was time to go. As Ben pulled away from Alex’s small arms, Joe planted a kiss on Alex’s cheek. Joe grasped Ben’s hand as they left the room, calling good-night.

They came into their bedroom and Joe closed the door and locked it. Ben stood in front of him.

Joe looked at Ben and looked down, thinking of how to start the conversation though he had run through a number of scenarios since the call. Joe threw his phone on the bed.

“On the way home, I got a call. It was Mike Ranstad.”

Ben’s mouth formed an O, and he felt his heartbeat quicken. That Fucking Lawyer. It was a voice that warned of ‘what if’s’ about this, and ‘just have to mentions’ about that. It was a name that was a constant through the pre-procedure paperwork and the initial benchmarks for viability. After that, their lawyer affirmed that all terms were set, and the contact with Mike thankfully faded, with a promise of his monthly updates.

Hearing Mike’s name led Ben to revisit the day they got the call-the call that brought their desired new phase of life to reality and put all that legalese behind them. They were lounging on the couch, scrolling through their phones in between reading the Sunday Times when Joe’s phone rang. The number was unfamiliar but the area code vaguely was. Normally Joe wouldn’t pick up an unidentified number, but something made him curious.

He answered lightly, “Hello.”

There was silence on the line, but some muffling in the background.

“I’m not able to do a survey now,” Joe said, anticipating a political survey. He was about to hang up when a voice spoke up. A woman’s voice.

“This, this isn’t a survey…. I … I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Joe was perplexed. “Who…is this?” He put the phone on speaker, and Ben moved closer to the phone and to Joe.

“Are you S-D 78Ol9P? The dad…?” the voice said uncertainly.

“Is this some sort of joke? I swear I’ll get my fucking lawyer….” Joe’s heartbeat quickened. Jesus, how did their situation leak out? Wasn’t this information protected? WHAT THE FUCK?

“It FUCKING better NOT be a joke,” came the voice, hardening now, a southern accent evident. “I’m four months pregnant with a child I have NO intention of raising. I have $30,000 in college debt to pay off and a graduate school bill pending later this year.” Her voice then took a softer tone, “I’m Donor/Surrogate E-D/SU 67Y20V. I’m Lena.”

“Holy shit.” Ben mouthed to Joe. “It’s HER!”

“It’s me,” Ben voiced quickly. “I’m the dad. I’m Ben.”

Joe flashed him an angry look, uncomfortable with the conversation, trying to remember what was written in all those fucking documents. He couldn’t recall a single thing in the moment, but he was sure they were violating every stipulation they agreed to with their signatures.

“Hi,” Lena said.

“Is, is everything ok? Are you ok?” Ben tried to sound supportive. Lena’s comments gave him peace of mind. Since the beginning, he harbored a concern that she would change her mind and want to keep the baby. He had read horror stories. There would be a protracted legal battle, and she would win his progeny. He woke up with nightmares sometimes close to tears. Joe soothed him, reminding him that their lawyer had carved out their legal rights, and it wasn’t possible. But the fear remained as an undercurrent during this supposedly happy, anticipatory time. Finally, Ben breathed in relief.

“Yeesssss,” Lena responded, in her melodic way, “Now that the nausea is over. I’m fine. Though now I have a diet of mustard greens and chia seeds to look forward to in my foreseeable future.” She gave a little laugh.

“Wow, gosh, is that what you eat when you’re pregnant? Sounds awful.” Ben said, sympathetically.

She laughed. “Actually, I thought that’s what you New York City guys would expect.”

“Well, I’m British,” Ben said. “I’m good with fish and chips and bangers and mash. Pretty sure what’s what my mom had when she was pregnant with me.”

Lena laughed, sounding relieved.

“You know,” she said, “I signed all those non-disclosure forms and confidentiality agreements and even something about safeguarding confidential information. Well, apparently my lawyer Mike didn’t sign one ‘cause your phone number was written plain as day right on the clearly-marked file sitting on his desk. Anyway, I just started wondering about you, is all. And I can’t non-disclose unless you disclose.”

She had a point. Joe and Ben exchanged glances.

“Why don’t you tell us about you first. Make that sheet of paper we got come alive! You show us yours, we’ll show you ours,” Joe said. “I’m Ben’s husband, by the way. Joe.”

“AKA, the snarky husband,” Lena concluded.

“Uh-huh,” Joe said trying to hide a smile. He was beginning to cotton to Lena, and he relaxed a little. It was harmless for them to speak at this point, right?

“I’m a future microbiologist, a triathlon athlete and a lesbian. My wife Kasey is a chemist. I’m from Tennessee; she’s from Michigan. We met at the University of North Carolina as undergraduates, and we worked a bit after graduating. But now we’re back; I’m completing my Ph.D. Our daughter Lila is three. This pregnancy isn’t my first rodeo.”

Joe and Ben burst out laughing.

Lena continued, “Being a parent is awesome! You’ll see! Anyway, we love to travel and are planning a trip to The Galapagos so I can do some research after this is done -- I mean, after I give birth to your healthy baby. Sorry, didn’t mean to sound crass. So, now….show me yours! Your application said you’re both in media/entertainment. Big executives, I presume from your income range. Hopefully not the sleazy variety?!” She smirked.

Ben started. “I’m an actor, actually. Moved to the States after Joe and I got engaged in Montreal. We married a year ago and wanted to start a family right away. His mom and siblings are here – in New York.”

“An actor, huh? Like famous?” Lena asked in her slow drawl.

Ben and Joe laughed. “Depends how you define famous…” Ben said. “Hardy. Ben Hardy is my professional name.” They heard her typing into her phone after placing it on speaker. Joe looked at Ben, concerned once again. Should he have divulged his name? It was too late. His emotions were now a mix of excitement and concern.

“Holy Craaappp. Are those abs real or are they Photoshopped?” Lena queried in a high voice.

“Oh, they’re real, “ Joe responded, not missing a beat. “VERY. Real.”

“Wow, Kacey works out, and she doesn’t have abs like that. Maybe you can give her some workout tips.” They all laughed. “Though, my sexuality is in question right now.” She laughed heartily.

“Well, you’ll have to figure that out with someone else.” Joe said. “He’s very much taken.”

“And what about you, snarky husband?” Lena inquired.

“An actor also, and a writer and director. I’m his cougar. Well almost.” They laughed at that too.

“How did you two meet?” Lena wanted to know.

“We were in a movie together-Bohemian Rhapsody.” Ben said, and they smiled at each other.

“Ah, the movie about Queen. Never saw it, but I do like their music.” Lena responded.

Joe felt an urge to wrap up the call. “Lena, it’s been so nice meeting you, and I guess we’ll see you in a few months. Thanks so much for the call. And, we really, really appreciate all you’re doing to help us. Can’t thank you enough. Really. We’re so excited to be dads. Thanks….”Joe said.

“It’s a business arrangement, but it’s swell to know that the baby will have dads who love each other -- and who will love him.”

“HIM??????” Ben gasped.

“Oh, um, yeah. The baby is male. Guess Mike didn’t tell you. Surprise.” Lena said drolly.

“Wow. That’s amazing.” Ben said, his voice trailing off as he pictured holding his son, and he intertwined his fingers into Joe’s.

“Can, uh, we stay in touch, um, text?” Ben asked hopefully.

“We can stay in touch, but I don’t text,” Lena said.

“Is that an ethical position?” Joe pried.

“No, just not my thing. Guess I’m old-fashioned that way. You miss so much wrapped up in the phone. You have my number now. You can call. I’ll keep you posted after my doctor visits.”

They ended the call with Lena warmly and fell into each other on the couch, a tumble of passionate kisses and caresses. “So,” Joe said, rubbing Ben’s thigh, “We have the name, then?”

“Alexander Francis Jones-Mazzello,” Ben responded delightedly. Other than their marriage ceremony, Joe thought there wasn’t a time when he had seen Ben happier.

***

Back to the present, Joe could tell that Ben was going to a bad place by his facial expression and wide eyes. He should have remembered that their interactions with Mike Ranstad didn’t conjure positive associations.

“Hey, Hey, it’s ok,” Joe reached forward and held Ben’s hands. “God, I…just can’t believe it. Mike had good news. It’s Lena. She’s pregnant!!” he burst into a wide grin.

“ARE YOU JOKING?” Ben asked, dropping Joe’s hands from the shock. “What, how??” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I thought she wasn’t even going to try until her classes ended in the spring. And, that’s SO quick; with me it took 3 tries. Almost a year.”

“Guess my boys are fast swimmers,” Joe winked.

“OH.MY.GOD.” Ben said, trying to process the news. “When is she due?”

“End of August/Early September? Mike wasn’t sure exactly.” Joe said.

“FUCK. I’ll be away. I’ll be filming. Till fucking October, they said.” He took his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling in his text list. I need to let Dan know. I gotta get out of this contract. He has to…”

“No, no. We’ll figure it out…My mom can help. You worked hard for this dramatic role. You really want it.” Joe responded calmly.

“No, Joe, this is too important. I want to be there.” In that moment, Ben didn’t care if he ever worked again.

“You’ll talk to Dan. He’s an experienced agent and he’ll have ideas,” Joe said in his reassuring way.

“Well, they have to give me a leave or something, right?” Ben considered.

“I’m sure you’re not the only actor who’s had to deal with something unexpected like this.” Joe affirmed. “Guess it’s a relief Netflix hasn’t offered me a full-time gig for this show in LA. That would totally send us off the rails.” Joe mused.

Ben sighed. “I’m happy, but wow, it’s a lot. I mean. I thought we’d have a little more time alone with Alex. Let him get a little older. And now, with the Dr. M. visit-we need to figure out what to do for him, with pre-school and…..”

“Yeah, two curve balls in one day. “Well, good curve balls, but still….We’ll figure it all out. But not tonight.” Joe moved toward Ben, embracing him and letting his hands sink deeply into Ben’s back pockets as he kissed his lips tenderly. Ben leaned into Joe, grasping Joe’s lips with his own, as his hands snaked into Joe’s back pockets. They kissed passionately and then Joe pulled away. “I didn’t think I could love you more than I do,” Joe said, his hand kneading Ben’s firm ass, “But picturing you with another child….my child. You’re such a great dad. God, I love you so much….”

Ben swallowed. “I love you. And, you’re a great dad too.” But right now,” Ben bit his lower lip. “This dad…”

Joe ate his lover’s words with a hard, open-mouthed kissed, diving his tongue into Ben’s mouth. He walked Ben toward the bed, pushing him gently onto it. Once Ben reclined, Joe settled his knee on the bed moving it side to side to coax Ben’s legs apart. He took Ben’s hands in his own and eased them above the blonde’s head, pressing them into the mattress as he leaned over him and planted firm kiss after kiss on his swollen lips, their tongues entwined in a pas de deux.

“Oh, God, Joe….” Ben moaned in between kisses.

“Want to know what I want to do to you?” Joe asked softly, as he slid his mouth and tongue slowly across Ben’s strong jawline, stopping at his earlobe which he nipped, causing Ben to let out a moan. Joe continued, “I’m going to start the night by kissing, licking and sucking every inch of your chest…taking my sweet time…paying special attention to your pecs, which I know, drives you absolutely crazy….”

“Fuck, Joe…” Ben said, thrusting toward Joe’s leg.

The phone ringer was set loudly on vibrate and it started to shimmy on the bed. They couldn’t help but follow the jarring noise with their eyes. ‘Lena’ lit up on the screen.

“Christ.” Joe said peeling himself up, releasing Ben, now a panting, deep-shade-of-pink mess. He nodded at Joe, who picked up the call and pressed speaker. “Lena…” Joe said, instantly switching his voice from sultry lover to upbeat dude, a demonstration of his acting chops.

“Hi, Y’all. Hope I’m not getting you at a bad time.” Lena said, sounding sleepy.

Ben started to rearrange his lower half, still amazed that Joe could arouse him so quickly when he spoke dirty to him - and he knew Joe had barely started his soliloquy.

“No, no,” Ben said softly rolling on his side facing into the bed to muffle his voice, “Just one of the last times I may have sex for the next 18 years.” Joe leaned over and swatted his butt playfully.

“Do you have any idea what’s it’s like to lie on your back with your legs STRAIGHT UP in the FUCKING air for a half hour--no breaks. I’m not talking bent legs or yoga-pose legs, I’m talking IN-THE-AIR-SLIGHTLY-OVER-YOUR-HEAD-STRAIGHT-ASS-LEGS. 30 MINUTES. AND BARE-ASS NAKED. ANY idea what that’s like?” Lena asked, annunciating every word.

“Can’t say I do, but um…thank you??!” Joe responded, his voice rising as he tried for the perfect mix of gratitude and sympathy. “But, I thought that was a myth.” “Well,” Lena said, “I thought so too, but this woman in my lab tried IVF three times and the third time she did the legs-in-the-air thing and she SWORE that’s what did it. Well, you know, I’d do anything for you boys. But this one is it for me. You guys are done after this one, right?”

“Yes,” Joe and Ben resounded together.

“Have to say, I was surprised it happened so quickly…” Joe said. “We’re thrilled, but just trying to plan…”

“Well, good luck with that. You know life with kids is all ‘best-laid plans of mice and men,’” Lena said. “And, how’s Alexander?” her voice rose in a chipper tone.

“He’s great. Really great.” Ben said, “Hey, Lena. Did you like puzzles-you know, as a kid?”

“As a KID?? What do you mean? Life is a series of puzzles. I’d be bored out of my mind if I didn’t have a bunch of things to piece together and solve every day!” Lena said.

“And…there we have it.” Joe smirked and then nodded seeing truth in Lena’s statement. There certainly were lots of things to solve-more so now, it seemed.

“Oh, hey, I just had a sonogram and wanted to see if you wanted to know the baby’s…OMG, I gotta take this call-it’s about my research funding-call you tomorrow!” Lena squealed.

“WE WANT TO KNOW, TELL US.” Joe and Ben screamed into the phone, though they realized Lena clicked off.

They both fell back into the bed, groaning and laughing.

“Ok, then. Not going to deal with that tonight either,” Joe said, heaving a heavy sigh. “Maybe we should resume our prior positions? Take two?" Joe smiled as he turned off his phone and set it on the side table. He grabbed the remote and dimmed the lights, ready to close this roller coaster of a day – and celebrate their exciting new chapter - in the best way possible.

“You were…talking. Please continue.” Ben said breathing heavy, as he rolled onto his back and spread his legs.

Joe kneeled in between Ben’s parted legs and leaned over him resting on one arm, while the other hand began to unbutton Ben’s shirt slowly, letting his fingers skim his sternum, ever so lightly. His lips hovered just over Ben’s as he spoke. “As I kiss down your chest and abs, you’ll be saying my name over and over in between your delicious moans….I’ll get so hot, knowing how much I’m turning you.”

“You fucking do,” Ben said, his eyes rolling back, his blush returning.

Joe continued, helping Ben ease out of his shirt. “When I finally reach your jeans, you’ll be panting. And begging. I’ll see you twitching--my mouth so close to you. I’ll know you’ll be ready to let passion consume you. And then, finally, I’ll…”

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shesquiinnsane-ar · 5 years

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He’s know when you’ve been bad or good So be good for goodness sake!

CHRISTMAS AND HANUKKAH. Throwing them into the same sentence as Santa Claus, at least in the more traditional sense sounded crazy. Her mother was Catholic, her Father was Jewish and they both had their views on the holiday season. For the family, whilst her father was around anyway, the Quinzels celebrated Hanukkah, using the first day of lighting their Menorah to also decorate their Christmas tree. Like every year in the Quinzel household the whole thing soon turned into an argument, talks about the ‘real’ Christmas, and how much of a creep the fictional Santa was made the whole scene just a mess, especially to anyone looking from the outside. As a child, Harley never got the chance to meet the ‘stupid’ mall santas that gave all her friends chocolate and little presents. Who didn’t want little toy cars and tiny hair brushes to remind them of their visit with Santa? Just because Harley didn’t see Santa then, however, didn’t mean she wouldn’t meet him. For the blonde, it just took a few more years and many twists and turns to meet the man himself, accidentally.

All the children of Gotham were lining up for the enjoyment of meeting the male, Father Christmas, the embodiment of joy. Literally, from what Harley learnt about him he just couldn’t be sad until the dark part of his mind took over his body and he went into shock. She’d rescued him, from that, pulled him out of himself and they’d been close since. So Harley could spot a fake anywhere. Hoping to catch up with the man she’d rescued, she waited patiently by the side of the makeshift grotto - and Santa stunk of cigarettes and alcohol. Whoever this guy was, he wasn’t Santa - what if he confused the tutus and the trucks, what if he put a tutu on a truck? Harley couldn’t let the children of Gotham anywhere near this creep. Because like her mother had warned her all those years ago, this specific Santa was that exact creep because well, he wasn’t Santa. Just some creep trying to get close to children.

Whilst the queues were busy the jester occupied herself with trying to take out one of the elves, barely dressed and really not rocking the attire very well. Her lack of a smile screamed Christmas spirit was needed, probably of more than one kind. Losing her bat, she didn’t want to threaten the girl outright but they need someone who had met the actual Santa Claus, and she wasn’t even sure the man backstage could even spell Christmas. ❝ Sorry, gal! Ya been replaced. Santa ain’t interested in havin’ an elf who ain’t happy. He doesn’t want ya ruinin it fer the kids? ❞

❝ Santa doesn’t even care about the kids. He aint’ real ya know, psycho... ❞ The skimpy dress told another, unfortunate story that Harley did not want to delve into, especially if she wanted to take over the role to pay Santa a visit. Harley didn’t give herself a chance to second guess her actions as within seconds she’d knocked down the little elf girl. She’d get over it eventually but Harley had a job to do to keep Christmas in Gotham right on track. Changing into the...tube of fabric, that barely covered everything, she touched up her makeup, swapping the pink and blue for red and green, adding her old jester hat to the mix for fun before taking it to the stage, or more the grotto that Santa would be making his appearance in downtown Gotham.

❝ Gals and guys, ladies and gents! Sorry fer the mix up in the elf emporium some gal had a lil’ slip an’ is currently unavailable but...Santa is bright and on his way! Just gonna check he’s his usual Merry self as he wishes you a Happy Holidays! ❞ Rushing behind the scenes Harley couldn’t help but be disheartened by the smell. To say he stank of cigarettes was like saying Gotham’s streets had rats. It was undeniable and the kids wouldn’t want to go anywhere near him. She had to pull this off for the kids, for the parents, and in her mind for the whole of Gotham. She coughed to get his attention and the male looked at her, slight fear in his eyes. Clearly, he knew ho she was so hopefully, this was to go a lot smoother than planned. ❝ Look Mista’ I ain’t wantin’ t’ play no games I know ya ain’t Santa, trust me, he’s a much better guy than you are but ya gotta explain to these clued up kids that ya actually are Santa. An’ santa don’t smoke, he just drinks too much sherry an’ thinks about gals. So pick yaself up, brush the ash off ya suit ‘cause ya ain’t been down no chimneys yet and get ya fat ‘n’ merry ass out on that stage! ❞

The male nodded before racing into action, maybe he thought she was crazy, maybe he didn’t want to get his head smooshed in by a baseball bat, or a mallet for that fact and he made the right decision. ❝ Just don’t knock ‘em dead, but have fun! ❞ She waved before skipping onto the stage and down the steps by the first child and ‘Santa’ came out to a wave of cheers. Kneeling down to look the first kid in the eye she playfully winked. ❝ Looks like Santa’s all ready fer ya, kiddo. Go tell ‘im what ya want! ❞

#TUNESDAY DRABBLES.{ harley's solo adventures; diving into her world}#V; REBIRTH.{bubblegum blonde; sweet not stupid}#Hanukkah will be prominent int he next one ~ I just wanted something that was definitely more lighthearted after the intense Nolan drabble

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inyournightmares97 · 6 years

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GOT7 Meeting Your Parents!

Hyung Line! (Read Maknae Line Here!)

You’d been dating for about a year now, so he was a little nervous but unsurprised when you shyly asked him to meet your family. They’d been curious about your supposedly perfect boyfriend for a while and you couldn’t wait to introduce him to everyone. There was a small garden party to celebrate your cousin’s engagement, and you both decided to attend together. Which is how he ended up meeting your parents...

Mark

Mark was extremely nervous. He didn’t say anything to you, but you could tell from the way he became silent and only gave you one word replies to your questions. You were worried about him because you knew that your family could get a little overbearing at times and Mark was so quiet and awkward that they would probably crush him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked, squeezing his hand lightly as you entered the garden. Mark’s eyes had gone wide at the number of people that were there and you could see the flicker of panic in them. He cleared his throat and composed himself, giving you a small smile.

“What? Yeah, of course I want to do this. You look beautiful, baby.” Mark leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek lightly, squeezing your hand back and reminding himself that he was doing this to make you happy. The adoring smile on your face made it worth it for him and he followed you as you dragged him over to your parents.

“Mom, Dad, this is Mark!”

Mark was extremely polite, complimenting your mother and shaking your father’s hand. He would be a little tense at first and would be so engrossed in answering your parents’ questions carefully that he would forget how to smile. Mark came off as rather stiff and boring because he’d be too afraid to crack a joke and only forcefully laughed at the ones your father cracked because he was too uncomfortable. You were worried that this was going badly, and that your parents were wondering where the adorable, fun-loving and adventurous boyfriend that you always talked about was.

“My legs hurt, pick me up!”

The conversation was luckily interrupted by one of your toddler cousins who had straggled over to you and was tugging at your dress, demanding to be lifted up. You frowned and ruffled her hair. She had a growth spurt and was a little too large for you to carry her now. Besides, you didn’t want to ruin your dress and hair. Before you could turn her down, Mark quickly piped up.

“I’ll carry her,” he offered, smiling at the little girl. He leaned down to talk to her. “Hi, I’m Mark. Do you want a piggy-back ride?”

She nodded eagerly and you could see Mark relax as he took off his suit jacket and then helped the little girl climb up onto his back. He was careful to make sure she was comfortable and held her legs tightly for safety. You had to admit that he looked pretty charming with a cute little girl on his back-

“Now, run!” your cousin demanded.

Mark faltered. “Huh?”

“Run, Mark, run! We have to catch up to the other kids!” she pressed.

Mark turned and gave your parents an apologetic smile, at which your father told him it was fine, they could continue the conversation later (it wasn’t very interesting anyway). You watched in mild horror as your cousin yelled charge and Mark let out a warrior cry and went running towards the gaggle of kids, causing them all to scream and erupt in laughter while Mark’s own gummy smile and childlike laughter took over his face. You couldn’t help but laugh, and your mother nudged you lightly.

“Ah, I was wondering why you liked him so much. He has an adorable smile.”

Well, that he did. Your mother fell for his smile, your father was impressed by the amount of energy Mark had to keep all the kids safe and entertained for the rest of the evening (all the other adults had given up) and you went home with a happy, flushed Mark who was confused, but pleased to hear that your parents liked him very much.

Jaebum

Jaebum looked surprisingly calm as you approached the party. He had put a lot of effort into looking smart and responsible, and you noticed that he’d been talking in a slightly slower, deeper voice than usual. What you didn’t know was that Jaebum had a very clear plan for how he was going to charm your father. He knew how important your parents were to you, he knew that this was a deciding step in the future of your relationship and he had no plans to mess it up. So he’d done his research and he was fully prepared.

“My father is a little traditional,” you admitted nervously, looking up at him. he looked really handsome in his suit, with his dark hair up. “Please don’t take it personally if he says anything rude to you, he thinks of himself as a head-of-the-family figure so he can be a little protective-”

Jaebum gave you a smile and leaned down to kiss you softly, cutting you off. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Besides, we both love you so how difficult can it be to get along with him?”

You weren’t so sure, and Jaebum’s carefree attitude was worrying you. But you needn’t have worried. The moment you introduced Jaebum to your parents, your father was charmed by him. Jaebum introduced himself with a firm handshake, and an “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sir; I’m Im Jaebum and I’ve been seeing your daughter.”

You see, Jaebum had done his research. He had looked up your father’s interests, spent a lot of time gathering opinions on his favorite sports, hobbies and even his political views, all information that he’d been subtly gleaning from you ever since you invited him to the party. You were mildly shocked to hear him talking so passionately about cricket and golf (did Jaebum even play sports? You’d never seen him). Not to mention that Jaebum kept a very calm, composed air and got your father talking about his favorite subjects before going quiet and listening to him speak. He was also very attentive to your mother, casually complimenting her flower garden as if he’d just noticed it (although you’d told him last week that the flower garden was your mothers child) and she found him very charming.

All in all, Jaebum would come off as very manly, responsible and reliable to your parents. He would also subtly bring in some topic about crime so he could steer the conversation towards the safety of your neighborhood and let your father know that he always made sure to drive you home from work and was very responsible when it came to your safety. Coupled with his broad shoulders and a few mentions of the fact that he worked out regularly, your father would finally have to accept that Jaebum was somebody he could trust to take care of his little girl.

“Oh m god, Dad loves your boyfriend,” your sister came up to you and giggled after a while. You’d started feeling so left out in the new bromance that Jaebum had developed with your father that you’d just left them alone to their ‘manly’ conversations. You sister was still gushing over him. “And he’s super sexy, are those shoulders real?”

You glared at her. “Buzz off, he’s mine.”

“Doesn’t he have any brothers? Or cute friends?”

“Weirdly enough, he does. Six of them, actually.”

Jackson

Jackson was surprisingly nervous. He kept a smile on his face the entire ride to the party but you could see that his legs were bouncing and he was a little bit jumpy. You placed a hand on his arm and smiled at him.

“Jackson, are you okay? Don’t worry so much. My family isn’t too hard to get along with. I’m sure my Mom will like you, and my Dad’s a bit serious but you’re wonderful and I’m sure they’ll love you,” you promised him. Jackson would nod, but just before you entered the party, he pulled you into a hug and squeezed you tightly. You patted him on the back lightly, letting him hug you for reassurance.

“Sorry, I just really want them to like me.”

“They will. And no matter what, I love you,” you told him gently.

Jackson kissed you and gave you a happy smile, before entering the party. He tried to look confident as he shook hands with your father and greeted your mother politely. They both seemed rather unresponsive to him and to ease the tension, Jackson tried to crack a few jokes. None of them went down too well because your father wasn’t much of a laughing person and your mother didn’t seem to quite get his humor. You were getting a little nervous and Jackson was too, but he had a back-up plan that couldn’t possibly go badly. You.

Jackson was your hype-man and he proceeded to charm your parents by showing them just how much he adored you. Not only did he talk about what an amazing person you are and how everything about you was perfect, but he didn’t shy away from pointing out that it was all because of how well your parents had raised you. Your mother flushed when Jackson boldly pointed out that you’d clearly inherited your beauty from her and he told your father that your educational achievements and career were all because you had an excellent mentor like him to guide you, and how he thought parents played a huge role in shaping a child’s personality. At the end of it, your parents were left feeling with the oddly proud feeling that they’d done a pretty good job raising you.

Once they were comfortable with him and liked him a little, Jackson delved into the embarrassing stuff. Your mother began to tell tales of your childhood mishaps and Jackson listened eagerly, because he loved hearing about things that were embarrassing you while simultaneously sharing stories of how you regularly almost burned down the kitchen and how much of a mess your room was. You personally started finding the conversation a little inconvenient and your tried to drag Jackson away but he paid you little attention, and you couldn’t separate him from your mother.

You grabbed your younger brother as he walked past and hissed at him. “Can you please go and get him away from Mom? She’s telling him about my pre-teen goth phase and we both know that story doesn’t end well.”

Your brother frowned. “Why should I? He’s your boyfriend-”

“Please! I’ll pay you later. Just go ask him about fencing or something, okay?”

So your brother reluctantly went to prod Jackson into a conversation about fencing. By the time you went to get yourself a drink and chatted with your female cousins a little, you returned to your brother begging your Dad to let him take fencing lessons and Jackson eagerly telling him that he could come down to their studio and take a free trial lesson any time they wanted.

“I think I’m doing okay,” Jackson told you proudly, once you finally got him alone. You rolled your eyes and then glared at him.

“Don’t talk to me, I hate you.”

“Why? Come here, baby, have I been ignoring you?” he cooed, grabbing you by the waist and pressing little butterfly kisses to your face. You giggled and pushed him away, but he grabbed onto you more tightly and his eyes glanced to the right. “Hey, isn’t that your bitch cousin who said that you would never get married?”

You blinked. “Yup.”

“Well, let her choke on this,” he replied, yanking you towards him and pulling you into a gentle, passionate kiss that you melted into.

Jinyoung

Jinyoung might have been nervous, you weren’t really sure because he definitely didn’t show it to you. He spent a surprisingly long time in front of the mirror getting ready, though, and you had to admit that it was worth it. He was looking extremely dashing by the time he was done because Park Jinyoung knew how to dress well and you were surprised when he pulled you into a hard, passionate kiss just before you entered the party.

“What was that?” you wondered, feeling a little light headed as Jinyoung chuckled down at you and gently wiped away a bit of lipstick with his thumb.

“Just wanted to kiss you since I’ll have to keep my hands off you in front of your family and you look beautiful in that dress so I needed something to keep me going,” he teased. You were blushing deeply by the time he dragged you over to your parents and you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Jinyoung had to introduce himself and your parents were impressed by his appearance and responsible aura.

Jinyoung knew exactly what they wanted to hear. He spent some time talking about himself, telling them where he grew up and his own parents, about his education and the line of work he was in. It wasn’t very interesting stuff but it was genuine and he explained to your parents that he wanted to be honest and let them know everything about him, so they could trust the man that was seeing their daughter. Even you were surprised at how intelligent and responsible he managed to come across as. Not only did Jinyoung seem very smart but there was something very gentle about him and your mother was nearly in tears by the time he finished telling the story of how his childhood dog had passed away due to a long-running illness.

Not only could Jinyoung charm people with stories, but he was also a very good listener. He even sat patiently with your grandmother for over an hour, listening to her ramble on about things and people that he probably had no clue about. She had mild dementia and often her rambling made no sense but your parents were impressed by how kindly he treated her and how patiently he listened to her without attempting to escape. Your grandmother refused to let him go and you had to reassure her multiple times that you were only taking him away so that he could get something to eat.

“Can you tone it down with the charming stuff?” you complained lightly, as you both got drinks for yourselves. Jinyoung smiled cheekily and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“Why? Are you feeling insecure? Did you finally realize that I’m the perfect boyfriend?” Jinyoung teased. You rolled your eyes. Both of knew that he was just a very good actor and that he wasn’t nearly as boring or responsible as he came off as. “Or maybe you’re worried that somebody will take me away-”

“Shut up. I just have to say one word about the fact that you once left a pizza lying under your bed for more than a week that came back alive-”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow. “Do that, and I’ll tell them about how we really met, in a nightclub while you were shit-faced drunk and how we had a one-night stand before we entered into a real relationship-”

You giggled and swatted at his arm. “Okay. We both have secrets. Let’s leave it at that. As long as we don’t have secrets from each other.”

He leaned down to give you a soft peck. “Never. You’ve seen all of me.”

A/N: Can we please talk about that Jinyoung gif where he’s cutely looking off into the distance and then he suddenly looks at you, like whoa, my heart!

Which of the boys would you introduce to your parents? Lmao. Hyung line is pretty tame but Maknae line is going to be crazier, watch out!

#got7 #got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 fluff #mark tuan #mark scenarios #im jaebum #jaebum scenario #jaebum fluff #jaebum imagine #jaebum drabble #mark drabbles #jackson wang #jackson fluff #jackson scenario #park jinyoung #jinyoung fluff #jinyoung scenario #jinyoung imagines

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honeylikewords · 5 years

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(P1) The pilgrim thing got me really disappointed!! Because they LITERALLY SAID!!! HE WAS GONNA BE FIGHTING A*T-RIGHT PEOPLE THIS SEASON!!!! I feel like this is a big let down to a lot of the people who were looking forward to frank, a character who is commonly misconstrued as an a*t-right figure himself to deny that once and for all, namely the fans who belong to minority groups (myself included) as well as the issue with the last I know they were doing it as a little easter egg by

(P2) recreating that one image from the comics but they could have put it in a better situation because a)those criminals were in fact rather young and the fact that the perfectly fit the "thug" stereotype is iffy at BEST. Because it also brings up something that was talked about in luke cage/defenders (a character I mcfrikken love) that black boys who are just trying to feed their family end up getting killed/beaten within an inch of their life meanwhile the white vigilante gets off free

(P3) (I know I'm writing a lot I apologize but m feeling heated ab thjs) because truly they looked roughly the same age as Amy. I will say I enjoyed his brotherly jokes with curtis (shout out to that man for dealing with his dumbass and not killing him for all the stress he causes him akdjsk) and the times he showed true care and softness (ie ACTUAL FRANK CHARACTERIZATION) towards amy. Im also iffy about the fact that he let a guy who peddles child porn go? S2 of dd he killed a dude doing that

Okay, first of all, don’t worry about apologizing, it’s TOTALLY fine to be heated about this. The media we consume is reflective of the thoughts and beliefs of the people creating it, and can influence the thoughts and beliefs of the people consuming it. As such, we SHOULD be heated about the content we see and create; it has impact and influence, and it matters that we call out issues when we see them, and remain intensely scrutinous of what we’re being shown. No need to be ashamed of that.

Second, I’m going to answer each point or comment made here in list format, just to try and keep things organized. Because it’d be really easy for me to spin out and start ranting, and I want to keep this cohesive and legible.

1) The letting Pilgrim live thing was just... so unimaginably stupid. They talked about him being a major antagonist and yet he played no important role in the series at all. From a functional, story-based level, the entire Pilgrim-Schultzes plot needed to be cut. It was convoluted, unnecessary, and wasteful, while also managing to be confusing and just flat out boring. Pilgrim wasn’t even an interesting character! He was just a waste of screentime! The two plots of Billy and Pilgrim were always fighting for attention, and it distracted from the linear progression of the show.

But on a more fundamental and moral level, it was also just... so, so bad to display him as an alt-r*ght neo-N*zi and just... let him live. As if he had an excuse. As if he was “equitable” to Frank because his weird little Christian fundamentalist wife died and he had two kids (off topic, but Lemuel is a horrible name). As if I was supposed to feel bad for him. As if I was supposed to sympathize with him, pity him. I don’t. And if I, a pacifist, soft-hearted, “forgiveness freely given” girl wouldn’t pity him, why on earth would a man like Frank?

It’s ridiculous. It’s shameful. Any piece of media that tries to “humanize” N*zis in a way where they are portrayed as sympathetic and “just people following orders” is disgusting. A N*zi chooses hate. A N*zi chooses bigotry. There is no mistake there, no human folly. That is choice and it is unforgivable. Pilgrim deserved to die, and that’s all I have to say about it.

2) I recognized that as a scene from the comics, an icon of Punisher-ing, but... You’re really, really right, and that’s something that worries me about Punisher and its fanbase. I’ve been stepping away from Punisher because I think it’s starting to cross the line into that territory; white vigilantism is, in many ways, a dangerous game to play, and when we start to romanticize white men with guns taking the law into their own hands and mowing down “thugs” (who, you are right to say, are usually just poor POC who are trying to make ends meet), we start walking a razor thin line.

Frank Castle in DD S2 was... different. This new Frank, this Punisher Frank? I don’t like him. And I don’t like what he stands for. Not anymore.

And I think the issue is that people like the idea of this big, bad white man with the guns calling all the shots, literal and metaphorical. And that scares me. Frank Castle is supposed to protect these infringed people, supposed to protect the downtrodden and oppressed. When he becomes a symbol and tool of that oppression, things get ugly, and things go wrong.

We can’t just excuse the inherent issues in something like Punisher just because we like Jon. I know I can’t. I have to ask these questions because they matter, and because it matters to me and to hundreds of thousands of other people who have to live with the fact that there is a chance that they could be shot down like that for no reason other than because someone decides their life doesn’t matter as much as, let’s say, a white one.

I know it sucks to bring politics into something we enjoy, but it also sucks that people have to deal with the real-life consequences of these issues. And it sucks that people see this show and idealize it, romanticize it, idolize the violence and the wickedness and the idea that they should be able to hold the scales of justice on their own and decide who matters based on their own personal whims.

The race discussion is very real with Punisher, and it’s a discussion we need to be having. We need to look at this critically and we need to see that, yes, there’s some very, very bad problems and some glaring issues. And we need to be honest about that, preferences all set aside.

3) Curtis Hoyle is a f*cking saint and deserves a break. He deserves it. (Also, what is going on with the show that they? Seemed to forget he has a prosthetic? He was leaping around and doing all manner of stunts as if he had both legs. Like... guys.)

4) Dad Frank was the only good thing about this season. Fight me.

5) The child p*rn thing upset me, too. I guess we’re supposed to infer that Frank is “growing” and not just killing whomever he pleases, and supposed to infer that he listens to Amy and wants to please her and not upset her, but... then he, like, murders anyone anytime anywhere after that. It seemed like they only showed the “growth” away from the urge to kill when it suited them, and it seems it only suited with regards to some of the lowest, most disgusting people ever.

Like, Frank takes the shot and kills Billy without even letting Billy say his final, dying words (which seemed to be an apology in the making?), but holds back from killing Pilgrim just because Pilgrim said “wait” and “I have sons”? Bullshit. Pilgrim and that child p*rn man should have died. End of discussion.

In the end, I guess I’d sum it up this way: Punisher season two lacks conviction. It wants to present the argument that things with Frank are complicated, but complicated just ends up coming across as nonsensical. Nothing about the show makes sense, there is no clear character development, every action is seemingly at random, and the plot is jumbled. The show can’t stick to anything without changing its mind, retconning itself into nothingness.

But worse yet are the implications of this jumbled mess; humanizing N*zis and white s*premacists, advocating the brutal violence of a white man with a gun as his own lawless lawmaker, and just a sort of devil-may-care attitude about what it means to be someone with power and exerting that over people who don’t stand a chance.

I have a lot of complaints, but I think, mostly, I’m just disappointed and sad. Frank deserves better than this. We deserve better than this.

We deserve heroes who will fight for what’s right. This Frank seemed to hardly know what on earth it was he was fighting for. And that makes me really, really frustrated.

(D/o/n’t r/e/b/lo/g, I don’t wanna get into any discourse, thnx)

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Bird Box, 2018 (dir. Susanne Bier)

SPOILER WARNING THERE WILL BE SPOILERS DONT READ IF U HAVENT SEEN IT YET AND WANT TO

[TW: SUICIDE, MURDER, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE]

well fuck its been a while!! happy new year y’all hope u had a Fun and Safe time!!! i for one was at a party where we started playing Shrek at exactly 10:39 PM to see if Smash Mouth’s hit song I’m a Believer started playing right at midnight and to my utter disbelief and elation it did!!! move over times square ball drop a new arbitrary way of celebrating the start of a new calendar year is here and it involves a large green monster with a scottish accent who really loves his onions (#me am i right ladies)

WELL ANYWAY heres a fun new series ive been thinking of starting cause ya girl watches a lot of netflix movies and has many opinions about them. i think i’ll do a separate post about the whole Netflix Original Film trend in general and how its changed the film industry at a later date but since i just watched the above movie not too long ago i wanted to get all my thoughts out there right fuckin now!!

netflix is without a doubt the OG king of streaming services, they were really the first to get the ball rolling and then dozens of other companies scrambled to latch onto this money train while it was rolling on the tracks full steam (or should i say.... stream EL;KGHS;EKFSH; please end me) ahead. it started out as a rental subscription service where u could pick out three movies at a time to rent and then they were sent to u in the mail (like blockbuster but now you never have to leave your house ever again to get that sweet sweet rental content). and then the decision was made to actually start online streaming, no physical DVD’s required! ISNT TECHNOLOGY GREAT

well whoooo boy this shit swept the nation, people couldnt get enough of such a convenient and relatively affordable service and netflix started really raking in the dough. and at some point they got rich enough to say “hey fuck it!!! lets make our own movies baby!!!!” and here we are now with Netflix Original Movies and TV Shows, which means a new player has entered the movie game in a very novel and innovative way. why pay money for a movie ticket and leave your house to go to a theater when cool new movies are being released on a subscription service u already own to watch movies you already know and enjoy? and then u can sit butt-ass naked in ur bedroom alone stuffing ur face with cheese puffs like an insatiable cheddar beast and see something new and fun and interesting

ok so. Bird Box. here we have a movie based off of a book (so i guess this also counts as a Book Movies review but I DIGRESS) starring hollywood powerhouse sandra bullock, featuring Supreme Lesbian Overlord Sarah Paulson and Resident Crazy Old Man John Malkovich, directed by a relatively unknown but competent female filmmaker Susanne Bier (who also directed Things We Lost in the Fire in 2007, a moving drama starring Halle Berry). this one definitely has a lot of proimse compared to what netflix has offered so far in terms of their original movies (im gonna get into Dumplin’ at a later date cause jesus christ what a mess) and i went in with pretty high expectations

did it deliver??? well uuhhhh yeah sort of i guess!! we got some pretty strong performances from our leading lady bullock who really does deliver it every time, a few strong supporting roles like newcomer Trevante Rhodes of Moonlight fame (his energy on screen is just so compelling and soothing), not overly obnoxious child actors which is really all u can ask for, and overall a solid story.

now heres where i gotta say that i couldnt help comparing this film to another movie of its kind, directed by the notorious M. Night Shyamalan. y’all remember The Happening? cause i remember The Happening. i remember that it was total shit and that the twist was that it was the fucking plants making everyone kill themselves. the PLANTS. and i also remember mark wahlbergs dumb-ass confused face that he used in every single shot no matter the context, im AMAZED i remember zoe deschanel in this movie cause she may as well have been one of the killer plants with how little she emoted, and i remember mark wahlberg yelling at a fake office ficus and apparently i was supposed to be scared while watching this clusterfuck.

the way that this movie was described to me by friends who had seen it before me was basically that Bird Box is a slightly better The Happening, and no truer words have ever been spoken. we basically have the same premise going on here: unknown force is causing people to off themselves, our lead(s) have to try and find a way to escape this unknown force without even knowing what it really is, and theres some sort of “sanctuary” they gotta try and get to (which is a common plot point in really all apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic films). now whereas The Happening’s rules for this scenario make entirely no fucking sense (how in the fuck are u supposed to be able to out-run WIND???), Bird Box has some rules for dealing with this Unknown Thing that make slightly more sense. when u open ur eyes while outside, the chance of the Thing making u kill urself in some horrific way is extremely high, so wear a blindfold when ur outside and keep all windows covered when ur inside. makes sense! thats something i can believe and get behind which makes me more immersed in the story!

unfortunately like The Happening there are still some little things that kinda dont make much sense and take u out of it. apparently some people when they see this unknown entity dont wanna die, but instead find it absolutely beautiful, which makes them want to make everyone else look at it to see how beautiful it is. and its insinuated that these people are mentally ill or have some sort of psychiatric issue. i get that this adds more stakes to the situation and ups the ante, but it doesnt really sit well with me that once again, mentally ill people are the villains in a horror-type story. and i also dont really understand why theyd then wanna go around and make other people see the thing?? unless the thing has them in a mind-control state or something and is making them do its bidding but that seems kind of a weird thing for an all-powerful evil formless entity to do.

and that leads me to the next issue i have with Bird Box. if ur gonna have an apocalyptic scenario where people do something as serious as kill themselves due to an unknown cause, it almost seems a little cliche and cheesy to have it be some sort of mythical celestial god-like or demon-like entity thats doing the damage. i actually really liked where The Happening was going with its source of all the chaos being something naturally made, like the Earth deploying some sort of self-preservation mechanism or something. the idea of that to me is actually loads more frightening than some invisible boogeyman that u cant look at. and then Shamalamadingdong had to go and make it stupid by saying that it was fucking plants trying to kill people by releasing pheromones or some shit. like why cant we have the best of both of these?? something naturally-occuring that maybe has even happened before in the planets history (maybe it wasnt a meteor that killed off the dinosaurs after all??), that isnt FUCKING PLANTS, and that doesnt do cheesy shit like make ur eyes turn grey and bloodshot and like whisper to u telling u to take ur blindfold off (i swear that happens multiple times it was pretty silly)

thats another thing, this movie’s tone is all over the place. there are some moments where a more light-hearted tone is needed to break up the tension, for sure, but it almost as if the writing and dialogue werent really taking this serious of a story as seriously as they should have. weirdly placed jokes are all over the place, there were some moments where the dialogue made me cringe cause it was so awkward. bullock’s character gets to have some good breakdown moments which help bring the tone to the level of somberness and despair it should be at, but all the other supporting characters dont really get the same space to process whats happening to them, so it kinda comes off like they arent really affected by, say, their wife throwing herself into a burning car right in front of their very eyes.

overall i’d still say this is a worthwhile watch, especially considering its a netflix movie. if you’ve ever wanted to see a not-as-horrible version of The Happening that has some deeper metaphorical stuff going on about motherhood and family and shit than this is for you. the production value is overall pretty solid (though when it comes to cinematography i actually prefer The Happening from an artistic standpoint) and sandra bullock knocks it out of the park. go check it out if this seems like something thats up ur alley!!

ok bye for now hopefully it doesnt take me six months to write another review but we’ll see!! my brain is a mystery and time is an illusion HAPPY 20-BI-TEEN Y’ALL

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