Prompt: “Bones request of being Jim’s sister who is Scotty’s second in command
and when they dock on a planet and every gets some free time the reader
goes out with an old friend and Bones can’t hide his jealously and
Scotty and Jim call him out on it but also threaten him if he hurts
her??” - Anon
Word Count: 2,379
Author’s Note: Not really anything momentous to say about this one, it was fun to write :) Enjoy my dears!
The five hour long flight and you hate flying prompt from the awkward meeting au with Alex Summers pleeeaase ❤️🙊
prompt: the five hour long flight and you hate flying
pairing: alex summers x reader
You hadn’t known exactly what to expect from your first time on an airplane, but you knew – or, at least, you had hoped – that you would come to love it. You were excited for reasons that you couldn’t quite explain. When asked, your only reasoning was that: “It seems fun!”
The reason that you were going on a plane now, for the first time in ever, was because your family was having a get together on the other side of the country, and you didn’t think that driving the whole way, as you usually did, would help you in any way.
So, there you were, hyped up for a flight that was probably the most mundane of things in the eyes of the common person – but, still. It was hard to contain your excitement at this so called “most mundane of things”.
You had been seated next to the window, your eyes staring out of the glass as you waited for the rest of the people to wander in, finding their seats and settling in. For a long while, as the seats filled up around you, the seat beside you remained vacant and empty, leading you to wonder for an even longer period of time as to who would be seated next to you. Not that you would really mind who sat next to you, it was just your curiosity that continually pestered you so.
And then, you discovered just who was to be your “flying buddy”.
He had blond hair, a blond that reminded you of sand mixed with the warm tones of the earth, and the bluest tinged eyes that you could possibly begin to think of. He had a strong jaw, and a wiry sort of frame that had a layer of undeniable strength underneath his skin.
All in all, he was beautiful.
The man wordlessly sat beside you, exhaling a deep breath as he took his seat. He appeared to be annoyed, and, for reasons that you didn’t know, you just so happened to care.
“Something wrong?” you asked him, and he glanced at you, letting out a nervous chuckle.
“No, I’m just…” he said as he turned to face forward, “I’m not all too fond of flying, is all.”
“Oh,” you said thoughtfully, “Why’s that?”
He shrugged nonchalantly, “I just never felt like it was the safest thing in the world, you know?”
“You know, technically flying is the safest mode of transportation,” you said, “Driving is actually several times more dangerous and risky than–”
“Yeah, I know, my friend Hank – this pencil neck geek back home – he tells me that all the time,” the man said, rubbing the back of his neck. “And while I know that he’s probably not wrong…still. Can be scary.”
You nodded your head because you understood. There were things to be afraid of. All fears were valid fears, and so was his, even if you didn’t quite understand it.
“What’s your name, again?” he asked you, and you blinked curiously.
“I didn’t give it, but, Y/N,” you told him, extending your hand towards his.
“Alex,” he replied, shaking yours with a firm grip.
“Well, Alex,” you said, a smile on your face. “You ready for this super long flight?”
Anytime an established actor comes out of the closet, he should be applauded. It’s a brave thing to do in Hollywood. Not only is he confronting the prejudices of Middle America, but chances are he’s also disappointing his resistant agent, facing the prejudices of homophobic producers and casting directors, and maybe even risking financial ruin. It takes guts.
That said, I reserve my biggest admiration for actors who were never in the closet to begin with. To me, those are the true heroes. As difficult as the acting profession is, starting out with no secrets is truly an act of courage.
Many gay actors are closeted. And it’s not always the result of self-loathing or external homophobia. When young actors start out, most are determined – nay, desperate – to be what the powers that be want, not who they really are. They want to fit in. (Why else would so many of them be wearing wool caps in a town that rarely dips below 65 degrees Fahrenheit?) They train away their accents, transform themselves at the gym, even get their ears nipped or noses done.
Alas, they are too inexperienced to realize that what counts is not what makes you blend in but what makes you stand out.
I’m not advocating showing up at auditions in a T-shirt that reads, “Why, yes, I am!” You don’t have to attend that film premiere carrying a picket sign. But you do have to be brave enough, when asked, to answer the question honestly. Because if you refuse to answer the question, you’ve answered the question. After all, do you know any straight men who hesitate to declare their love for women? I don’t. (Remember Ricky Martin’s awkward interview with Barbara Walters? His refusal to answer the question was confirmation to most, and many mocked him for his timidity. It took years for his career to recover.)
I’ve worked with closeted actors, and the experience is exasperating, to say the least. It’s not like they fool anyone with the genderless pronouns and (if they are playing gay) the declarations that they are “nothing at all like the character.”
They’ll tell you they “don’t want to be labeled.” That’s an admirable goal. The world would be a lovely place if people didn’t label each other. And I hope to live long enough to see that world. But we aren’t there yet.
In my opinion, the only way we’ll do away with labels, ironically, is to first label every single thing. Only when the easily titillated see that we are everywhere, that we come in all sizes, colors and variations, and that most of us are just as boring as they are, will they tire of playing “Who’s gay?” That’s why coming out is so important.
“I never said I was a role model” is another retort I’ve heard from defensive closeted actors. Another cop-out, if you ask me.
Like it or not, actors have a responsibility beyond ourselves. Most of us become actors because we want to represent the underrepresented. I’ve always thought being an actor is similar to being an elected official. (For example, I am representing all the middle-aged, skinny, pencil-necked, gay geeks.)
Actors act, in large part, to promote understanding, to improve the human condition – at least that’s why the good ones do it! If you’re only in it for fame, fortune and ego gratification, get out.
There are jobs where it makes good sense to keep your sexuality secret – a small-town school teacher, for example, or a solider in the military. But show business, despite some of its old-school tendencies, is one of the most liberal industries on the planet. And it’s getting better for out actors. Jim Parsons is the star of TV’s top sitcom, for which he’s won four Emmys. Zachary Quinto has a lead role in one of the biggest film franchises, where he not only gets big fight scenes but also wins “the girl.” Neil Patrick Harris, Alan Cumming, Matt Bomer, Cheyenne Jackson. The list gets longer all the time.
Alas, despite the progress we have made in the battle for equal rights, we are far from finished. There are still too many young gay people growing up surrounded by hatred, and they need to see well-adjusted, successful gay people who thrive without fear. And there are too many ignorant bigots who also need to see us in all our diversity. Once they do, then maybe we really can do away with labels.
I will now stop preaching and allow Mr. Webster to have the final word:
Courage (noun): the ability to do something that you know is difficult or dangerous; mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty