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julie-and-the-himbo-ghosts · 3 years

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Sometime You Gotta Lean On Someone Else: Chapter 2

Chapter 2 is here!! Sorry for everyone who’ve been waiting this whole time, I’m a slow writer lol. But maybe a much longer chapter makes up for it

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Content warning: mild violence - Willie fights and knocks out a few dudes and it's about half of the chapter so I describe it pretty detailed, so if that's too much for you, you can skip to the line “He turned around to see every single one of the hostages staring at him slack-jawed.” Also some swearing, just like the last chapter.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2: Be Gay, Fight Crime

Willie thanked whatever higher power that was up there that the bank had a back alley. There were so many ways it all could’ve gone if they hadn’t had a back alley, but they shook the thought out of their head, replacing it with just Alex, Alex, Alex.

With his bike leaning up against some nasty wall, he emptied the contents of his duffel as fast as he possibly could without dropping them everywhere. Inside: a pair of his good grippy gloves; a baggy hoodie with his little skateboard design on the back; loose black pants; one of those ski masks that only left space for ski goggles uncovered; a big roll of duct tape; and his stickers with the same design as his hoodie. What they affectionately referred to as their “Be gay, fight crime” gear or, if they were feeling basic, just their Spy Bag.

He just really hoped the bank had a back door he could get through.

There had to be someone - some higher power, ancestors, the OG ally the Universe, whoever - up There looking out for him, because somehow he managed to find a backdoor into the bank that was unlocked and unblocked by bank robbers. If he was going to be honest, he didn’t know if he should be thankful that the bank had such bad security or if he should consider suing them for emotional trauma.

Pushing possible lawsuits aside, he silently slipped inside the bank and made his way toward the bathrooms, where he ditched his now-empty duffel bag and slipped his tools into his pockets.

Well, ‘tools’ was being generous, he’d admit. It was really just his duct tape and his little skateboard stickers he specifically made so he could have a Vigilante Signature™, before he was nicknamed the Highland Park Vigilante and was just Willie, the anonymous guy in baggy black clothes just helping people he saw in danger, who was just starting out as a vigilante and wanted a cool signature.

As they crept down the hall, they could hear voices - the robbers, they assumed. They started out muffled and unintelligible, but as he got closer, he could begin to make out some of their sentences.

“Man, let’s go,” One of them said, his voice accented like a guy from those old mafia movies. They decided to call him Jersey. “This is taking way longer than practice; the cops are gonna get here soon.”

It took them a second, but they finally realized the robbers were walking toward him, and he pressed himself against the wall. Shit, shit, shit. One guy they could handle well enough. Two? Two was pushing their luck.

“We’re going as fast as we can,” A second voice responded, and they just barely stopped themself from sighing in relief. It was just a patrol with a walkie-talkie.

“Hurry faster,” Jersey replied.

“Shut up and do your job,” Growled the robber on the walkie-talkie - Radio Man, to them. “We had to tie up more hostages than we expected, and Marv found one in the bathroom, so it’s taking longer than we thought.” Their breath hitched. Marv. A hostage in the bathroom. So the robber who dragged Alex from the bathroom had a name. “Quit whining about the time and make sure no one’s wandering around the halls. And don’t radio us unless it’s urgent.”

“Fine, asshole,” Jersey grit out. The radio went from static to silent, and the sound of their heartbeat filled their ears. Jersey rounded the corner, and Willie waited until he was all the way into the hallway before they sprang out of their position against the wall.

“What the—” They heard the robber start, and they kicked him in the stomach before he could reach for his gun or radio. Jersey stumbled back, but didn’t fall over, and quickly recovered. He swung at them - too wide, they noticed, and too easy to dodge - so he ducked his head back and caught his arm with their own. Before Jersey could take his arm back, they followed it up with a jab straight into his nose. While Jersey reeled back, they swung their other fist into his chin with his left hook, finally knocking him out for good. When he finally slumped to the floor, they snatched their duct tape out of their pocket and wrapped his wrists up securely before ditching him in a nearby closet.

Willie pocketed Jersey’s radio as well, and then took off down the hall, deeper into the bank.

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The bank was practically a maze, he realized, and he added the fact that he accompanied Alex here all the time to the list of things he was thankful for.

Alex. Just the thought of him overtook the adrenaline racing through his veins from taking down Jersey with the cool rush of fear. This wasn’t just any job - there were actual people in danger, Alex included, and - if he was being scarily honest - he didn’t actually know if he was okay. Anything could’ve happened after he hung up the phone, and the thought, the thought, of Alex being anything other than okay made him want to curl up and cry.

But he couldn’t because Alex was in danger, and curling up on the floor didn't help him, didn't help Alex, and didn't help the other hostages in the bank. The only people it did help were Jersey, Radio Man, and their buddies.

He steeled himself and moved faster down the halls and towards the hostages - towards Alex.

~~~

When the maze of halls ended, it dropped them off in a little doorway next to the bank tell counter - close enough for them to duck behind the counter without anyone seeing them, but accessible for customers to use to go to the bathroom, for example.

They rolled behind the counter from the doorway and stuck their head up so they could peek through the glass that would usually separate the tellers from the customers.

The blinds on the front windows of the bank were drawn, and the hostages were all clustered together on the opposite end of the tellers’ counters. About ten of them, they estimated, including Alex, sticking out from the others with his bright blond hair, pink shirt, and black fanny pack. They had to freeze to stop themself from just running over there and releasing him. They had to deal with the robber guarding them first, and then Radio Man, and then any other robbers that might be there.

They couldn’t see the robber guarding them right off the bat, and they must have peeked their head up a little too high looking for him because one of the hostages snapped their head around and locked eyes with them.

And naturally, with their luck, it was Alex.

Alex looked panicked - well, more panicked than he was just being a hostage - and Willie put a finger up his mouth as if to shush him from the other side of the room. Alex, thankfully, looked like he got the message, and he snapped his eyes away from theirs.

With that disaster averted, they continued to scan the room for the guard. With this amount of energy they needed to spend looking for him, his name needed to be Waldo. Waldo was at the front, practically dead in front of Willie, pulling the blind away from the window to look through.

Seizing the distraction, Willie vaulted over the counter - careful not to knock his legs on the glass - and ran silently across the room, and he almost made it.

Waldo turned around when he was just feet away from him, and he swung his gun towards them.

Fuck.

It was a cliche, they knew, but it felt like everything moved in slow motion for a few moments. Willie saw the gun swinging towards their face, the pull of the trigger, the bullet shooting out of the gun. They stopped dead in their tracks and threw their weight backwards. Willie saw the bullet shoot towards them and fly over their face almost in slow motion, as if it was moving through jelly instead of air. The shot was nearly deafening, but the momentum of the sudden stop and throwing their weight back caused them slid on the ground like a baseball player sliding into home base - except, instead of sliding into home base, they slammed into Waldo’s legs and bowled him over. He crashed to the ground, and the gun clattered out of his hands and onto the floor. They rolled to the side and grabbed it, pointing it at Waldo before he could get himself off the ground.

He hoped he didn’t seem as unsure on the outside as he did on the inside, because shit, he hated guns. Just levelling a gun at Waldo - a robber who took Alex hostage and shot at them - made his stomach roil. There was a reason he ran around town as a vigilante instead of joining the police force. Well, multiple reasons, but he didn’t have the time to list every single one.

“Don’t move,” He told Waldo.

“Who the hell are you?” The man just said in response, his voice incredulous.

They recognized that voice.

They didn’t know him or anything dramatic and cliché like that, but they’d heard it before. Only two words, to be fair, but it was a memorable two words.

Waldo was the guy that dragged Alex out of the bathroom.

A surge of rage shot through him. He knew it was irrational and unreasonable and downright dangerous, but he was pissed. He’s the reason Alex is in danger.

“Give me your arms,” He growled. He didn’t consider himself an angry person, not in the slightest - he might get irritated, sometimes, but never really pissed. There was a very short list of special offenses that got him pissed.

He could add ‘endangering Alex’ to that list, then.

Waldo - no, Asshole now - put his hands up in a defensive pose. “Okay, okay. Don’t shoot.” He slowly outstretched his arms, fingers linked. Willie reached into his pocket to grab his duct tape - gun still trained on Asshole - and used his teeth to pull up the edge of the tape. They carefully slipped the gun into another one of their pockets - thank God for cargo pants - and started wrapping Asshole’s wrists in tape.

But Asshole had another idea.

Using his clasped hands like a fist, he swung his hand at their face and caught them in the jaw. They reeled back a step from the force of the swing, then shot their elbow out and smashing it into the side of his jaw, quickly following it up with a kick to his stomach and another punch. Asshole collapsed to the ground, out like a light, and he finished wrapping his arms and legs in duct tape.

He turned around to see every single one of the hostages staring at him slack-jawed. Some were incredulous, like they were thinking “What?? The hell??” - not some of their fans, then. Others had more of a shocked, wow-I-just-got-saved-from-a-bank-robber-by-the-Highland-Park-Vigilante look, the one that always made him smile a bit. There were two kinds of people.

Well. Not if they counted Alex (and they always did).

Alex…Alex was a little harder to read; his emotions weren’t in plain view like the rest of them. You’d think he would be the easiest to read, being his completely hopeless crush neighbour, but Willie just could not read tone or emotion sometimes. They were many an English teacher’s nightmare kid - he spent countless free periods and lunches in high school with English teachers desperately trying to teach them, but none ever succeeded. There was a reason he used to be a chemistry major, and it was because chemistry was straight hard facts and not that ‘open to interpretation’ chaos.

Anyways. Alex.

Alex looked shocked like the others, of course, but there was also a hint of admiration - and was that a blush? - that made their cheeks heat up, too. He’d never been more grateful for the mask covering his cheeks.

It might’ve been a little weird, they realized later, the way they just stared at Alex for a bit - okay, a lot - longer than normal, especially as the Highland Park Vigilante and not his friendly neighbourhood he/they.

Sirens pierced the quiet, low and muffled in the distance, and that sent another little shot of adrenaline through his veins. Shit. He had to get out of there and change and get away from the scene, not to mention Radio Man, who was still loose in the building somewhere and was definitely going to start to hear the sirens soon.

They moved to rush out of the room but stopped midstep and went in Alex’s direction instead. As they got closer, Alex’s mouth dropped open slightly with a hint of incredulity that made them smile. Digging around his pocket, he grabbed one of his several vigilante signature stickers that he carried around to leave his mark and pressed it into Alex’s hand with a dramatic wink.

If Alex hadn’t been blushing before, he definitely was now, with that dark pink tinge to his cheeks and his mouth gaping open even more than before.

They let themself revel in the warm, bubbly feeling of pleasure making Alex blush gave them while they jogged out of the room.

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Willie opened the door to the bathroom - the same one he ditched his empty duffle bag in before he took down all the robbers - slowly, checking to see if there was anyone in the hallways before walking out.

He’d found and knocked out Radio Man just as the cops arrived at the scene. Instead of having to negotiate with several robbers with hostages, they found, the hostages walked out of the bank, free and unharmed, as soon as they arrived. He laughed to himself, thinking of the confusion those cops were facing - before they found out he was behind it, of course.

With just their head peeking out the door, he scanned the hallway, looking for any cops or stray people walking around that would almost certainly find some random guy from off the street carrying a duffle bag inside a bank-turned-crime-scene right after a robbery foiled by a vigilante extremely suspicious. So really, he was just on the lookout for anyone.

There was someone moving down the hall, but he didn’t know if it was fortunate or unfortunate for him that the someone was Alex.

He quickly threw his duffel back into the bathroom and walked out of the door as if it was a completely normal thing for someone to be randomly using the bathroom in a recent bank-turned-crime-scene. He could be subtle - on a good day.

With a better view, he could see Alex’s face better; he had that look on his face he always had when he was in a light worry-anxiety combo spiral. But when he locked his eyes on them, it morphed into one much more surprised and relieved.

“Willie?” He nearly cried, and ran up to hug them. “What are you doing here? How did you get in? Why were you in the bathroom?”

Willie let a little laugh escape his throat and he returned the hug, embracing him tightly. Alex is okay, Alex is okay, Alex is okay, his brain repeated like a broken record. “That’s a lot of questions, hotdog.”

Alex pulled away - he immediately mourned the loss of his body heat pressed against him - and they could see a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

“That’s not— I was worried, okay?”

They gave his shoulder a little shove. “You were worried? I’m not the one who got taken hostage.” He hoped the light tone in his voice covered up the immense worry and anxiety and fear that had been crushing him since Alex first called him.

“Well, I’m not the one with a history of doing dumb thing things with a low impulse control,” Alex shot back.

Well, I hate to break it to you, but that’s exactly what happened, he thought. Doing dumb things? Check. Low impulse control? Always.

“Yeah, well, I’m not dumb enough to try to take on three bank robbers by myself,” He gave him a little laugh, like Yeah, of course I would never do that, Alex. God, he hoped he wasn’t as unconvincing as he sounded.

Alex gave him a weird, hey-wait-a-second look. “Wait, how’d you know there were three?”

Fuck.

His breath caught in his throat, and he felt his all-too-fake smile plastered on his face.

Think fast think fast thinkfastthinkfastthinkfast—

“Uhh,” They started, and they could feel Alex’s glare on him. “The, uh, the cops told me when I got here. I asked what happened and they told me, and then they let me use the bathroom in here as long as I didn’t ‘mess with the crime scene’.” They cringed internally with how bad the lie was.

But Alex seemed to buy it.

Something in Alex’s hand glinted under the harsh fluorescents of the bank and caught their eye. It was his vigilante sticker he’d pressed into his hand before the cops came.

A little balloon of something bubbled in his chest. He kept the sticker. They didn’t really know what they expected him to do with it, but it still shocked them anyways (and if it made him irrationally happy, then that was no one’s business but his own).

“Hey, what’s that?” He innocently (and impulsively) asked Alex, gesturing lightly to the sticker.

“Oh, uh,” Alex spluttered, looking completely caught out. “It’s nothing, really.”

Willie bit down on his growing smile. “You lying to me, hotdog?” He put a dramatic hand to his chest. “You wound me.”

His stuttering trailed off, and Alex looked at him helplessly. “No?”

They couldn’t help it; they giggled. Alex just had that effect on them. “Oh, come on, spill,” They whined and lightly pushed his shoulder again.

Okay, they were willing to admit that the teasing might have been unnecessary, given that they knew everything that happened down to the last detail, but it was hey, it was fun, too.

Alex gave a big, dramatic sigh and a roll of his eyes. “The vigilante who saved us, the Highland Park Vigilante, they usually mark all the places they save people with a sticker. But, uh, since it was a bank and the cops were on their way and everything, they just gave me the sticker instead.”

“Oh my God, you’re blushing.” He definitely was; a light blush dusting his cheeks proved it.

“I am not.” The higher pitch in his voice and the darker pink tint of his blush betrayed him.

“Oh, you so are.”

“Okay, fine, I might be blushing,” Alex admitted, and their grin grew larger. “It was just really cool. I’m in the bank and I’m just thinking ‘oh shit, I’m literally being held hostage,’ and suddenly this guy appears behind the counter, all dressed in black, and literally vaults over the teller window like it was nothing and tackles the robber guarding us. And then, and then the guy tries to shoot at them and they just dodged a bullet like it was nothing. And when you could finally hear the police sirens coming, they ran out of there immediately, but stopped just so they could give me their sticker? And then they winked at me, Willie, they literally winked at me as they gave me the sticker. How am I supposed to not be blushing?”

They could be an oblivious gay sometimes, sure, but he was sure of one thing: Alex was definitely crushing on the Highland Park Vigilante.

He just so happened to be said vigilante and be hopelessly in love with have a big crush on Alex, too.

A small silence following Alex’s rant and his little epiphany hung in the air, as if neither of them knew what to say. Finally, Alex broke their little frozen bubble of silence and pulled his phone out of his pocket, gasping as he scrolled through his notifications.

“Everything all right?” They asked.

“I’m late for band practice,” Alex groaned, “and Luke has been blowing up our band group chat for ages.” He gave him an apologetic look. “Thank you for coming to— Actually, I still have no clue why you came all the way here, but thank you, Willie. Really. I don’t know what you thought you were going to do, but it means a lot to me.”

Now he was the one blushing, his cheeks felt hot, and he couldn’t look away from Alex’s earnest eyes. “It was— It was nothing really.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I told you, I’d do anything for you, Alex.”

Alex’s mouth had been open as if he was going to say something, but no words came out except for the audible clack of his teeth as he shut his mouth. “I—” He paused for a second. “I, uh, I know.”

Neither of them said anything, and once again, a little silence fell over them.

Willie shoved one of his hands in his jeans pocket and ran the other through his hair. What am I supposed to say to that? He thought, overrun with a gay panic.

But Alex spoke again before he could think of a decent response.

“Bye, Willie.” His voice was quiet and apologetic and hesitant, like he didn’t want to leave them there. “Thanks again.”

There were so many emotions swirling around in the mush of their brain as Alex walked away that they didn’t even know where to start to untangle them all.

But as Alex’s blond hair and pink shirt disappeared around the corner, one emotion pushed its way to the surface.

Joy.

This incredible, lighthearted joy that they could only assume came from the relief from saving Alex, from hugging him and knowing that Alex was safe, from the possibility that maybe he liked them, too.

Willie rode the happiness high as they walked all the way down the hallway towards the back alley where they parked their bike, and they couldn’t even fathom anything that could ruin this amazing feeling.

They were opening the back door of the bank when their traitorous brain decided to crush their happiness with the one thing.

Alex is crushing on Highland Park Vigilante, not Willie.

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saucyboredom · 3 years

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I’m not gay but . . .

So, my buddy Jared has been strange around me for the last week or so and I could not really figure out why. We were in the same friend circle and knew him for a while now, but nothing seemed strange at the time. He is straight with a girlfriend and knew I was gay and all that great jazz, but I knew right off the bat he is not one of those bi curious closet cases. Whelp, I was very wrong.

See I went over to one of my other friend's house for a party they were throwing. Jared was there and his spunky little girlfriend was glued to his hip. The party went on like most do, smidge of a slow start until everyone was about 2 drinks in and everyone dancing badly, all the fun stuff.

I was on, maybe, my third or fourth drink. I was not paying too much attention, honestly. I had a great buzz going where everyone is looking prettier. When I drink, my slutty gay side comes out, so I am very much a hoot at parties. A booty bouncing song came on and I just could not help but get down and dirty, twerking my ass for all to see. I did not realize when I did, I was twerking in Jared's direction. He laughed and went along with it. He even did a stance behind me like we were fucking. Everyone had a great laugh about it, even his girlfriend.

After that, I had to take a piss, so I left the backyard party and into the house to find the restroom. I found it and did my business somewhat sloppily. There was a knock at the door. "Jus' a minut." I think I said finishing up. I opened the door to find Jared standing there. He was looking at me with a nervous yet devious look in his eyes. I did not react until after Jared had pressed me up against the bathroom wall. His lips were on mine and tasted like a one of those Mike's beers everyone calls "bitchbeer".

The sudden advance had me in a stupor as my body naturally reacted to the contact. He had a hand around my head and back while I mine were on his back and ass. His crotch ground into mine and I squeezed his cheek earning a moan from him.

He pulled his tongue out of my mouth, "Your teasing has got me so fucking horny."

I smiled at him, "I thought you didn't like guys."

I saw his expression change several times, "I don't but . . . Fuck I want your ass." He kissed me again.

In the state I was in, I was not about to deny him. Kissing him back with a few extra gropes, we stumbled through the side door that connected the bathroom to a bedroom. Jared let me stumble onto the bed while he went and locked the doors. When he turned, he said, "Turn around." While gripping the boner in his jeans.

I did as I was told and turned around on the bed. Jared came up behind me and nudged my pants down so my ass was exposed to him.

"Fuck your ass looks delicious." he said stroking my cheeks at the foot of the bed.

I moved my ass with the motion of his hands, "Mmhm, take a bite then."

He did just that and bit one of my cheeks and slapped the other. I was becoming increasingly surprised by his actions. I felt a finger prod my hole and slowly inch its way in. He must have had some anal play with his girlfriend because his method had me loosening more and more with every second. When he replaced his finger with his tongue, oh man my mind went numb. All that pussy eating must have really paid off for Jared. He dug as deep as he could into my hole getting it slick and wet.

After eating my ass for a good moment, he pulled back, "Can I fuck you?"

I looked back at him, "Yu bettr put yur cok in my ass."

A devilish smile came to his face and he fished his cock out, spat on it, and was knocking at my back door. Once his thick head stretched past my hole, he was slipping in and out faster with each thrust. His hands were locked on my hips, guiding me back into him. He must have had a lot of precum coming out of him cause never has my ass been fucked like he was fucking it without ample lube.

He pounded me several times before thrusting flush against my ass making me take all his length inside me. He kept there for a moment until we both felt what happened in my ass. That sweet spot had been reached and I became a gaping bottom bitch. At this point, we were dominating each other. It was so sloppy I felt like my hole was a real pussy.

His rhythm abruptly stopped. I looked back at him questionably, "Da fuk man?"

He looked at me apologetically, "I'm gonna cum if we keep this up."

"Then cum in me!" I demanded backing up on him.

"Shit, alright!" he said gladly and took hold of my hips again.

He picked up the pace to the point he was slamming into me. A high-pitched grunt escaped my lips and I clasped my hands around my mouth trying to contain my pleasure while also enjoy the rough stuffing before the filling. One final deep thrust reaching all the way to that sweet spot, Jared dumped his load inside me. I sighed deeply as I felt his hot cum coat my insides at the depth he kept himself at. I nearly giggled at the popping sound his cock made when he slipped out of me.

He stepped back and I rolled onto my back again feeling the exhaustion coming on from our fuck. Jared was cleaning himself when I stumbled my way over to the toilet. Whilst doing more business, Jared put himself back together and looked to me, "I trust you won't tell anyone?"

I waved a hand at him, "Nah, I won' tell anyon yu seedd me." and winked at him.

He smiled sheepishly and made for the door leaving me alone in the bathroom. Finishing up, I splashed some water on my face and looked at myself. I looked like a sobering drunk mess that took near little effort to pull back together. Perfect!

I finished pruning myself, I left the rest room to join the party once more. No one suspected a thing! Not even Jared's girlfriend whom I danced with when a Beyoncé song came on. I could not help but notice Jared was watching in bemused horrification.

#imnotgaybut #gayerotica #saucyboredom

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lousimusician · 5 years

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Drunk

Pairing: bestfriend!fuckboy!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom dragged you to a party where you may have gotten a little too drunk and a little to familar with the other partygoers.

A/N: Please let me know if you'd like a part 2

Warnings: language and there are characters that take advantage of the drunk reader (they only make out but that might still be unsettling for some of you)

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You rolled your eyes, hearing the three sharp knocks on your dorm room door, already knowing who it was. You sighed placing your book down on your bed, getting up and opening the door.

You came face to face with an out of breath Tom. "Whore." You greeted.

He smiled. "Prude." He greeted back, pushing the door open more, allowing himself in.

"Oh, please come in." You said sarcastically, shutting the door. "Shouldn't you be at a party right now, making out with some girl?" You asked, walking back to your bed.

"Yeah, but I'm not and that's why I need you. I need a wingman, this girl I have my eyes on isn't into me."

"Then get Haz to do it." You said picking up your book again as Tom stood at the foot of your bed.

"Can't, he's making out with someone right now. And plus it'll look better if a girl talks me up- say a girl who's been friend's with me since birth."

"You seem to get the term best friend confused with slave. I'm not helping you get into some girl's pants." You bluntly stated. Tom sat down on your bed, grabbing the book from your hands and throwing it on the ground, "Hey-"

"Here how 'bout this. Just help me out and after, you can enjoy yourself at the party maybe even makeout with a guy yourself."

You scoffed. "Did you forget that you were the whore in this relationship." You said pointing back and forth between the two of you.

"Fine." He groaned. "I'll give you 50 bucks."

"Deal."

~~~~~

Your arms were crossed as you stood at the door of the party next to Tom, feeling out of place.

Tom noticed your discomfort and threw an arm around you. "Relax (Y/N). You look hot, you blend right in." You rolled your eyes, tugging down your dress. Tom had searched through your closet and pulled out the first revealing dress he found. "I gotta say I'm impressed you even own a dress like this. If you weren't my best friend I might've-"

You put your hand up making him stop. "You better not finish that sentence, whore."

Tom laughed and pulled you farther into the room, both of you sitting down on a couch next to a couple making out. "Okay, you see her?" Tom said pointing at a girl from across the room.

"The one with the purple dress and nose ring?"

"Yeah that's the one. Just walk over to her and talk me up. Go." He said making you stand up and pushing you off in her direction.

You scoffed, giving him a shove yourself, before walking towards the girl. She had currently been nursing a drink while playing a game on her phone.

You cleared your throat once you approached her, gaining her attention. She raised an eyebrow at you, "Um, hi my name's (Y/N)."

"Jillian."

You smiled kindly at her. "Okay so m-my friend is really into you and-"

She sighed, "Is it the guy over there that's been eyeing me all night?"

You scrunched up your face, "It might be."

She sighed again. "Can you tell him I'm not interested. He's been annoying me all night."

"Well I know how he comes off but-"

"No, like, I'm not interested in guys."

Your eyes widened as you blushed. "Ohhh." You said in realization. "I'm sorry for wasting your time then. It was nice meeting you, I'll tell my friend to leave you alone."

"Thanks." She said, taking a sip of her drink.

You walked back to Tom, who looked at you expectantly. "It's a no go. She's gay."

"Damn. I can't even be mad at that, that's hot."

You shook your head and smacked his shoulder. "You really are something else y'know?"

"I know. So are you staying or are you gonna be boring and go back to your dorm?"

"Boring."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine go have fun reading, prude." He scoffed. "There's this other girl I'm thinking about chatting up anyway."

"K, have fun whore." You said giving him a hug, before heading towards the door.

Tom had run off somewhere by the time you reached the exit, but before you opened the door someone called out your name.

"(Y/N)!"

You spun around coming face to face with Jonathan, a classmate from your film class. You smiled at him, "Hey Jonathan." You greeted giving him a quick hug.

"Didn't expect you to come to a party like this." He commented.

You laughed. "Yeah, my stupid friend dragged me here, I was actually about to head out."

"Why don't you stay for a bit. Let's talk." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the drink table.

He started pouring you a drink. "Have you finished that film project?" He asked, handing you your drink.

You looked down at it wearily. You were never much of a drinker, you tended to be a lightweight and drunk (Y/N) was wild. But you decided to relax and took a sip, before answering him. "Yeah, I just finished it today actually."

As the conversation wore on you absentmindedly took more and more sips and before you knew it you had finshed 1 cup which lead to you making out with Jonathan then you finished another cup and you were now dancing with some guy you didn't recognize, he sure enjoyed grinding against you while you two danced though. Cup three had you seated on another guy's lap as you made out with him and dry humped each other. Cups four and five were a blur but you somehow lost your dress. Cup six had people taking turns taking body shots off you.

You had no idea if Tom even knew you decided to stay, but he hadn't. When he thought you had left he immediately found a girl and dragged her into a bedroom where they spent some time with each other. Tom had finally come out when it got particularly loud and what he saw almost made him pass out.

There was a reason Tom never made you go to parties with him and Haz and that was once you had the tiniest amount of alcohol in your system you suddenly turned into Tom and wanted to fuck anyone that stood on two legs.

You laid on a table as some guy licked salt off your breasts, took his shot, then took the lime from your mouth. You stood up and cheered. He noted that you were covered in a lot of marks and your lips were bright red and swollen.

Tom only had one thing in mind as he pushed through everyone, even ignoring the many girls that tried to gain his attention. "(Y/N)!" Tom shouted turning you around by your shoulders.

Your eyes instantly lit up upon seeing him. "Tommy! I missed you~" You slurred throwing your arms around him.

"(Y/N)! You're drunk!" He shouted over everyone.

"I know~" you sang. "Why do I make fun of you for screwing around with girls? I'm having so much fun. I think I made out with the girl that rejected you- oh and have you ever been in a three way kiss, it's fucking weird." You giggled.

Tom stopped you before you could continue, hearing you ramble on about screwing around with other people struck a chord within him that he didn't like. "Okay, we need to leave. Get you back to your dorm and in bed."

"What! Noooo~" You whined. "I didn't even get to have sex yet."

The fact that you didn't sleep with anyone calmed him down slightly but he still needed to get you away from the party. "Where's your dress?"

You shrugged, "I think it's behind the couch."

Tom nodded. "Stay here, I'll be right back then we're leaving." He said, quickly running off to grab your dress. As soon as he had it and turned around he already saw you pinned against a wall by some guy sucking on your neck.

Suddenly Tom saw red, running towards the guy, pulling him off you and throwing a punch that knocked the guy back a few feet. "What the fuck Holland!" He yelled.

Tom grabbed you, pushing you behind him. "She's clearly very drunk you asshole! Don't touch her!"

The guy scoffed. "And when has that ever stopped you Holland. You're the first guy that would take advantage of a drunk girl."

"She's different." He seethed.

The guy scoffed again. "No she isn't. She's just like any other slut I've ever met- no she's worse. Just look at her."

Tom was ready to throw another punch at the asshole bit stopped when he felt a tug on the bottom of his shirt, making him turn around, seeing you crying. "I'm not having fun anymore T-Tommy." You whimpered.

He pulled you in his arms. "Shh it's alright, darling. I got you, we're going now." You nodded into his chest.

Tom threw one last glare at the guy then pulled you away from the chaos. Put your dress back on you and you both finally left the party.

Tom had his arm wrapped around you the whole walk back while you sniffled and cried. You seemed to have sobered up a little bit after Tom's confrontation and you started understanding what you did.

The two of you reached your dorm room. Tom turning the light on and thanking the fact that your roommate was out. He brought you to your bed sitting you down. You sniffled as he kneeled in front of you.

"Shh, darling." He pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "It's okay, you don't need to cry." He soothed. Tom cared so much for you, he had always been protective of his friends and family but more so with you and seeing you like this deeply unsettled him.

"I'm s-sorry- I-I-I was really bad t-tonight." You whimpered.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't blame yourself. You were drunk and those assholes took advantage of that. I'm sorry I didn't know what was going on sooner."

"It's n-not your f-fault either. You didn't know I-I stayed."

Tom sighed. " 'M gonna stay with you tonight, tomorrow's Saturday so I can spend the day with you then too." You nodded. "Do you need help changing or can you do it yourself?"

"I can d-do it by myself." You said, but as you tried standing up you stumbled into Tom.

"Help it is." He laughed slightly.

He pulled the zipper down and pushed the dress down, making it fall around your feet. Tom really got to assess the damage up close as he took you in. You were covered in hickeys from neck to breast, some were purple, red, and some even had bite marks in them. You had scratches covering your thighs and back. And bruised hips. Tom felt anger amd something possessive come over him and he pulled you into a hug.

"T-tommy? Are you okay?"

He came back to reality and pulled away. "Yeah sorry." He said going to your drawers and pulling out a pair of shorts and once he looked through your shirt drawer he felt that possessive feeling tug at him again when he spotted one of his t-shirts. He grabbed it and quickly helped you change into them.

He helped you into bed and he climbed in next to you, pulling you into him. You cuddled further into him, feeling comforted by his scent and familiar touch.

You almost immediately fell asleep while Tom on the other hand found himself unable to sleep.

Tom stayed up, trying to make sense of what he was feeling about the entire situation.

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 4 years

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Only a Girl (Holy, Part 2.)

Series description: Your bestie Kim was a free-spirited person who wasn’t exactly concentrated on finding herself a partner. Yet one day, she recieves a phone number and this time, you didn’t want to keep the person on the other end hanging. And so, you text them, no matter who they are.

Part summary: There was a lot of misunderstanding in the last few days - which lead everyone into thinking that you were more or less obsessed with Stanley Barber.

A/N: I know that I’ve done this with Whatsapp series already but... This just seemed like a super-sweet idea for a closeted queer Sydney is.

Word count: 2.5 K

Tagging: @nemodoren @deadpoolcouldshootme

Sydney’s tape: go fuck yourself

Series masterlist: H E R E

Being the fucking coward you were, you didn't respond to the text. To divert your attention, you went for a shower and then to snuggle with Mr. Skittles, who still kind of didn't get over the part where you almost stumbled over him.

You passed the test, to your surprise. You couldn't pay attention to a single word you've been writing on the exam sheet because one particular head with curly hair was making you focus on something else entirely. Stan Barber was in the said class with you, sitting just a few chairs away from you.

As usual, he was wearing his sunglasses - yet this time, he was writing down the words as if he was trying to surpass the Guinness' record of the fastest writing in history.

Again, you found yourself on kind of an edge. You wanted to ask him about the number. And fuck, you were curious about who the hell was his friend since you've never seen him outside school or his part-time job. But you didn't have enough nerve for that. Like a coward, eh? Yet Stan was quick enough to see that you were staring at him during the entirety of said exam and the rest of the class.

"What?" - The boy snapped suddenly, widening his eyes under the sunglasses. His hand quickly put his curls to place, rearranging them to look a bit more handsome since you were talking to him before he tried something similar to a smile. - "Do I have something on my shirt? Or did you suddenly realized how deeply you've fallen in love with me?" - His eyebrows arched as he leaned down to your desk. Stanley was using a shit ton of deodorants. Holy fuck.

And about that remark regarding you falling in love with him... That was nothing to worry about. He usually said weird shit like that. And the higher he got, the weirder the shit got.

"Keep on fucking dreaming, Barber." - A mutter came back as you grinned, picking your stuff from your desk. - "I was just spacing out and your damn head is right in front of me." - With a sweet smile, you thought you had knocked Stan off his feet, not literally of course, yet the boy wasn't giving up just yet. - "Oh, so you are in love with me. You hadn't said anything against it, so..." - Stanley shrugged his shoulders, grinning at you even more widely.

"I did say something." - You furrowed, having Stan hooked on the small talk, which wasn't happening every day. - "Keep on fucking dreaming, Barber." - You winked at the boy, fired at him from a finger gun, and then you turned on your heels and disappeared in the crowd of people.

You set on a new personal quest for another couple of days - you were trying to spot any suspicious activity going on with Barber... Which just meant that you tried to find out who is he friends with. Yet the level of Stanley Barber small talking to almost everyone to whom he was dealing was too hard for you. It was hard to keep track so you gave up even before the holiday started. Yeah, you were kind of lazy sometimes.

The holiday came in way quicker than you hoped it would. Well... It was starting just three days after the big exam, so you should've seen this coming, but you were surprised nonetheless.

The preparations were completed - Kim has prepared some meat for the grill, Aaron and his boyfriend took care of the alcohol and other illegal instances and you baked some cupcakes. Which, in your opinion, were the absolute peak of deliciousness.

Also, when it came to Aaron's boyfriend, you still didn't know his actual name - but because of the similarity, you all decided to call him Brock, like the Pokemon guy. Aaron was quite big when it came to every animated series ever made. When your holy trinity friendship had started back on elementary school, he was the one to call Kim 'miss Possible' - because of her name and the fact she shared a Kim Possible's most dramatic feature. The hair.

If you were naïve enough to hope to spend a load of fun time with your friends, you were very wrong. Aaron brought Brock with him and Kim, to everyone's surprise, brought one of her ladies with her. She had never done that before, but as they say, there's this first time for everything. Sure, the poor girl was most likely just another one-to-three nightstand, but you and Aaron made sure you're acting your fucking best around Kim's prey. But she wasn't as important for you to remember her name.

Even the first day in the cabin was quite nice. You fooled around for a while, grilled some of the meat Kim had prepared, and set on a long-ass hike through the woods around the cabin. But the other day... Oh boy...

It started with some cooking and beers. When that was done, boys put down a bottle of vodka in front of you, making everyone have at least one shot. And then another one... And another one. It was around an hour ago when Kim and her lady had disappeared somewhere - and wherever they were, you were sure about the things these two were up to. And no offense, but you didn't plan on witnessing any of it.

It wasn't that you would be disgusted or anything like that, but Kim was your bestie since your kindergarten days. And you weren't planning on seeing your best friend's face in someone else's coochie. No, thank you. So you sat in the main living room with Aaron and Brock as you listened to Brock playing his guitar.

About Aaron... He wasn't the smartest to start the conversation. But he never had grades worse than C, that needed to be at least mentioned. And when he started seeing some boy, well, these boys were very smart. Usually, they could do something artistic. Brock could play guitar and his ex-boyfriend was a passionate cellist. Aaron wouldn't say it out loud, but he was a quarterback who had a soft spot for artists. Which was a thing you secretly adored about your best friend?

"And then he... Man, you're not listening." - Aaron sat up suddenly, making you blink a few times in distress. Until then, he was laying with his head on your lap, telling you some story or what. But now, he was staring you dead in the eyes. - "Spill the tea, I've noticed you're different since last Sunday." - Sometimes, you wished for Aaron being the stereotypical gay friend, mainly because of the vocabulary used in so many shows. Yet your Aaron was way better than some random Netflix dude.

"I don't know what you're talking about." - You answered honestly, putting his hand back on your lap as if he was a small baby. Brock straightened up and put his guitar away, watching as you and his boyfriend chattered. - "I'm normal. As normal as I usually am." - "I've heard that you're in love with Stanley Barber, eh?" - Aaron asked almost innocently. For a moment, your face was projecting the empty feeling that struck you at the moment. That was a second lasting state before the panic overtook you.

"What the fuck? I am... I'm not in love with Stan. I've talked to him once after the biology exam and now we're having a wedding? Or..?" - Okay, maybe you were a bit overreacting with that, throwing your hands around, trying to make sense out of that shit. You could try to find out who started to spread this rumor, but it could be even Stanley himself. Which wouldn't surprise you one bit, to be honest? - "No. But you know... People noticed that you were stalking him and..." - Aaron suggestively rolled his eyes, making your mouth open even wider. - "I wasn't stalking Stanley... I... It wasn't like that at all."

You could barely defend yourself against these allegations. The facts clearly showed you watching the poor, unknowing boy almost every day of the last week... To find out who was this mysterious friend. You weren't watching Stan stalk him. But if you'd try to explain this in its entirety, starting from the concert, it would sound ridiculous. And on top of that, almost everyone was pretty drunk. Not like bat shit drunk, but you were more cheerful than normal.

"So you're saying you have your reasons and you're not secretly dating Stanley Barber, the rock king of our high school?" - Aaron looked you in the eyes again as you started to play with his hair again. - "I have my reasons and I wish I could date Stan." - You sighed back dramatically, grinning in the process. - "Stanley is a cool dude. I spent some time with him in the summer since I was at the bowling alley almost every day." - Brock spoke out suddenly. Oh, no. He thought you don't like Stan. But it wasn't like that either. As you previously said, you had a neutral relationship with the young dealer.

"I mean, yea, he's cool - but not 'I would date the hell out of him' type of cool." - That was what you thought about Stanley. He was a cool dude - but it was pretty hard to imagine him dating someone. Let alone dating you. - "Imma be hanging out on the porch if you'd be looking for me." - You whispered and patted Aaron's shoulder, picking yourself up as you left the interior of the cabin to be alone for a moment. With chips in one hand and a beer can in the second one, you turned at your friends for one last time as you heard Brock calling out to you.

"I didn't mean to offend you. It's just... I was just asking, you know that, right, Jessie?" - Oh, you're asking what Jessie's about, hm? When you were going to elementary school, you loved the Pokemon series playing on the TV. You wanted to be Jessie desperately - she had such a cool hair in your opinion. Aaron took the role of James since he was just as dumb as he was. And since there weren't any other roles, Kim took the role of Meowth before Aaron started calling her Kim Possible. You could be the Golden trio as well, but... You weren't into Harry Potter as much as you were into Pokemon, honestly. And from time to time, when Aaron felt that you're mad with him, he used the old elementary school nicknames.

"Not at all, James. I just need some fresh air." - You sent a wink his way, leaving the cabin. You sat down on the porch just as you told Aaron you were about to. So the whole school was under the impression that you're in love with Barber. Well, that was just great. You hoped that Stanley never gets to know about this so you wouldn't have to face some very unpleasant consequences of this made-up story. On the other hand, it was an even bigger failure than you hoped it was. Not only you didn't know who was this secret friend of his, but you were now dating Stanley as well.

And since you set your mind on the friend and you were quite drunk at the moment, you pulled your phone out and looked at the last text you've received from the number.

(Unknown number): Yea, there is. And you are? Where did you get this number?

It was your time to respond. This time, you were almost cool about it, which was most likely caused by the alcohol ravaging your veins. For a moment, you just sat there in the warm September air and watch what the forest was doing. This weather, in Aaron's opinion, was the best one of the whole year. The quarterback hated both hot and cold weather - now, he could wear only his football jacket, a t-shirt, and some pants, not being bothered by being cold or hot, because the weather was a-ok. Kim, as could be expected, loved the hottest summer days - those days when she could pack her shit and peep on a bunch of girls and boys on the public pool. Usually, she took you with her to have a look too, but you usually just tanned.

You: Lovely weather today, whaddya say? How have you been today?

Sydney was laying on her bed with a book thrown on the messy desk. She put earphones on, putting on some of the music Stanley had recommended to her and currently, she was trying to fall asleep. Liam was finally asleep too and her mom had another shift at the bistro. If Syd was right, her mom was about to come home around eleven p.m. Three hours to go, then. When her damned phone beeped all of a sudden, she opened her eyes and looked onto the ceiling before closing her eyes again.

Fuck people. Now, she was in her personal space and she was chilling. No-one, except Liam, was allowed to disturb her. And the text was most likely from Stanley anyway - and she wasn't really in the mood to chat with Stan at the moment. Yet, let's face it, humans are naturally curious creatures. I took her twenty minutes before she glanced over the screen of her old, barely working phone. And the fact it wasn't Stanley took her breath away.

It was the strange number again. This particular person had texted her before and they were, for the better part, pretty weird. No introduction, no clue of who they've been or what did they want. Sydney didnt even know where the fuck did they found her number in the first place. Sure, she tried to pass her number to Kim Miller, a girl going to the same high school, but that failed miserably. Whether Stanley lost her number, or didnt give it to her, she didn't know. One thing she did know - she didn't want this to repeat at all. Strangely enough, as long as the person wasn't rude or weird, she was fine with texting them back. In the end, it was just like when kids entered anonymous chatrooms for fun, wasn't it?

You: I like the clouds today. Pink's a cool color. And I've been fine, feels good to have some time to chill finally. Wbu?

After that, she picked the book again and changes the casette to a different mix of songs. This was more girly and calm, to say the least. It was relaxing enough to listen to while reading a book. And yea - a smile creeped on her face when she saw the screen lit up once more.

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omgpourquoi · 7 years

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Oh Gosh, and Into You Nursey/Dex fic? Yes please.

Can’t Be Happening: The Playlist Fics

(( I could write so many different versions of this. It was almost a truth or dare/spin the bottle/gay chicken scenario guys. If someone wants to send this song again, I can do another lol…but here have a cliche “in the closet” together fic.))

Song: Into You by Ariana Grande

Dex isn’t really sure how he ended up pressed into the back of the Haus closet with all 200 lbs of sexy hockey player pressed against him, but he isn’t complaining.

Well, only a little.

“Nursey, why can’t we just go back out there?” Dex asked, letting exasperation leak into his voice.

“Shhhh!” Nursey reached his hand up, presumably to put over Dex’s mouth, but it landed north, near his eyes.

“Ow.”

It had been a normal post-win kegster. It was, like, midnight and Dex hadn’t even seen Nursey since the game, until Nursey grabbed his arm with wide eyes and dragged him into the closet. Dex thought about making a joke about being “in the closet”, but he figured it might be a little too revealing for the situation. And so he didn’t move— literally or figuratively.

He tried not to think that with the door closed there wasn’t any room. Which meant that body he felt pressed against him was Nursey’s. And the smell of coffee and cologne paired with the breath that was tickling his ear were also Nursey’s. Dex closed his eyes, even though it was too dark to see. He was too into Nursey to be locked in a dark closet with him. Life was cruel.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were mumbling.”

Dex felt the blush as it spread on his cheeks. He changed his mind; Maybe the darkness was his friend.

Dex gritted his teeth, trying to push but Nursey didn’t move. “Nursey. Why are we here?”

“I—“

And for the first time in his life, Nursey seemed speechless.

“Nursey.”

Nursey sighed.

“ImayhavetoldToddfromthebasketballteamthatyou’remyboyfriendbutthenhewantedtotalktoyouaboutit,” Nursey’s voice was low and fast, but he was right there. Despite this, Dex still thinks he might have heard wrong.

“What….the fuck,” he settles on, trying to rearrange his arm from where it was pinned behind him. There was nowhere for it to go, besides over Nursey’s shoulder. Nursey let it happen without comment.

“So, you dragged me into our linens closet?” Dex asked, trying to connect the dots.

“So, I’m saving you the awkward story and interaction.”

“Oooookay,” Dex paused. “I can just go out there and tell him that you are my boyfriend.”

Nursey made a sound eerily similar to the one he makes when taking a hit on the ice.

“I mean,” Dex backtracked frantically. “You told him first so…”

“I…you’re straight?” Nursey phrased the statement like a question.

Dex struggled to find the right words to explain that no, he wasn’t straight. But either way, it didn’t matter, Nurse just needed a fake boyfriend.

“Dex, he’s bi. And like, I think he’s poly and he asked me if we were monogamous and I panicked because I realized he was gonna try and flirt with you.”

“Oh.” Dex still felt like having a hot basketball player flirt with him wouldn’t have been a bad thing, per se. But he was a monogamous kinda guy because — as he’d learned by watching people flirt with Nurse — he was the jealous type.

There’s a pause and a shift as Nursey rearranged himself, a hand lands on Dex’s waist. Dex tried not to jump at the tingling feeling the touch leaves.

He’s just getting comfortable, Poindexter. Don’t freak you’re d-man out by projecting your own feelings.

Something else was bothering Dex, besides the bucket handle pressed into his calf.

“So…why did you pick me?”

“Huh?”

“Nursey, Bitty is openly gay. Lardo is literally right there. You had so many options, bro. We all got your back.”

Nursey pulls back, his head knocking lightly on the door. Dex can feel each breath on his nose.

“Dude, you don’t know?”

“Know, what?” Dex knew it sounded out defensive, but it was a natural reaction for him.

“Okay, I’m going to try and kiss you now because I literally. I can't wait anymore,” Nursey sounded annoyed.

Dex felt like he was on the edge of a cliff that he wouldn’t mind leaping off of. But, God, if Nursey was just fucking around—

No, Nursey was a lot of things but insensitive he was not. Dex heard Nursey shift, pressing closer but he didn’t connect their lips.

“Nursey?” Dex whispered, lips tingling with anticipation. This is what he’s been waiting for and, surely, he hadn’t been hearing things when Nursey—

“This is where you let me down easy, Will,” Nursey whispered back, softly, oh so softly.

Dex knew that this closeness was something that might could come back from. But once he leaned forward, he would be crossing a line.

Dex tightened wrapped his arm further around Nursey, his hand landing on the soft skin of his neck. Dex finally pushed forward past the last tiny space to connect their lips.

He and Nursey were always better with the physical than with words. It was like a dance, like the connection on the ice, but instead of connecting the puck they were locking lips again and again and again. Dex felt like his chest was going to burst.

They finally pulled away to catch their breath. It felt almost as intimate to Dex, the hot air from Nursey’s lungs blowing on his cheek.

Nursey cleared his throat softly. “I was pretty sure you were straight, but like, we’ve been sort of flirting??? You should know that I’ve literally been waiting for you to make a move. But you didn’t so,” Nursey pulled back, resting his head on the door again. “I did.”

“Because I thought you were straight,” Dex argued.

“Ah, there’s those heteronormative assumptions, out to ruin our lives.”

Dex felt Nursey hand move, stumble around and then land on his own.

“So, Nurse,” Dex started, still buzzing from the kiss, “Does this mean we can get out of here? And go to McDonald’s or something?”

It wasn’t much for a first date, but Dex wanted to kiss him again. And be able to see Nursey when he did.

“Sounds like a plan. But, I dunno, this is pretty scandalous. What, are we just going walk out of here like it’s normal?” Nursey asked.

Dex sighed. “Nurse, everyone’s drunk. I don’t think everyone’s watching and waiting for us to come out of the closet.”

Nursey burst out laughing. Dex rolled his eyes, but he smiled against Nursey’s cheek.

“Alright, Poindexter, were just gonna make a run for it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The doorknob turned and Nursey stepped back, pulling Dex by his hand. They’re out of the Haus and halfway to his car before Dex pulled him around to kiss him again.

The Rules™ 1. You send me a song from this playlist and I write a Nurseydex ficlet about a word, lyric, feeling, etc 2. You can also suggest songs that you think should be on the playlist. I’ll add it if I like it and write the fic. 3. I can’t write that they’re just singing the song more than let’s say…three times? Bc that’s just cheating.4. Y'all can send suggestions with the songs but it’s okay if I don’t use them. I most likely will though

Other stuff:- Probably won’t get super smutty just cause people I know might see it? But also some of these songs are saucy™ so maybe?- Generally, I don’t do AUs. Not my cup of tea most of the time. But again, some of those songs super lend to it so, no promises either way!

Find the rest under the tag “the playlist fics”

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wellimhavinga3outof10day · 7 years

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Lost Lullabies - Chapter Eighteen

Description: Mickey Milkovich, former child star turned action movie star, runs into his old co-star, Ian Gallagher, out on the street in the middle of a winter night. When Mickey takes him in, he doesn’t realize that Ian has the power to completely turn his new life upside down.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18

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Ian jumped back as Mickey threw his phone at a wall. “Whoa,” he said. He fought the urge to raise his hands in surrender, his heart suddenly beating fast. But he’d dealt with mad men before. He’d dealt with men much worse than Mickey when they were mad. Taking a deep breath, Ian said, “Mick? What happened?”

Mickey shook his head and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. A sound like a smothered laugh escaped him. “Fuck. Fuck, Ian. Just... fuck.”

“What did Liz say?”

Mickey sniffed. He raised his eyes to meet Ian’s and Ian felt his blood run cold. If the director could see the way Mickey was looking at him now, he wouldn’t have to yell at them for looking in love. He’d have to yell at them because Mickey looked like he was going to kill him. Mickey shook his head, said nothing.

Ian swallowed hard. “Does someone know?” It was the worst thing he could think of, the only thing that would make Mickey this upset, this fast. “It doesn’t matter. They’re just rumours. You’ve squashed worse.”

“It’s not just rumours.” Mickey chewed on his lip. “They have pictures.”

“From where?”

“Outside the bar. The fucking stupid mistletoe.”

Mickey’s phone started to buzz from its place on the floor. His glare was downright murderous.

“Does it really...” Ian took a deep breath. He wanted to rewind the day until they were back in bed and just stay there under the covers where it felt like the world was so far away. There he didn’t have to think about how deep in the closet Mickey was or how far away they were from being a real couple. From Christmas Eve until yesterday, things had been perfect. Ian wished he could blow that bubble around them again. “Does it really matter?”

Mickey’s glare moved targets. “Does it really matter? Are you fucking kidding me, Ian?”

“No one cares anymore, Mick. We’re not children on the Disney channel anymore. We’re adults.” Ian fought to keep his voice steady, strong. It was hard when Mickey was looking at him like he’d suddenly grown a second head. “Hollywood isn’t the same homophobic place it was a decade ago. Being gay isn’t that big of a deal. In fact, it’s fucking fashionable at this point.”

“It’s not who I am, Ian.”

“It is who you are! You’re gay, Mickey. You’re gay.”

“I know I’m fucking gay, you stupid shit.” Mickey sighed and started to pace. “I’m saying the person you’re talking about, the fashionable gay star on the red carpet, that’s not me, Ian. That’s not my image. That’s not what I do for a living.”

Ian opened his mouth to respond, then had to admit, “I have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”

“Gay actors, Ian. That’s what I’m talking about. Gay actors get the shitty sitcom roles and the side roles in rom-coms and the one or two that are really good and shut their mouths about their sexualities? They manage parts on crappy teen dramas.” Mickey shrugged. “That’s not the kind of acting I do. I’m an action star. People pay to see me shoot guns and fuck women. They don’t wanna watch that shit knowing I’m picturing your pasty white ass instead of some chick’s vagina.”

“Change your image, then.”

“I don’t want to.”

“Why not? You fucking hate your job, Mickey. You hate being an actor, you told me yourself. So what does it matter if you’re getting paid to shoot a machine gun on a movie screen or kiss a couple guys in a shitty sitcom? It’s still money.”

Mickey shook his head, eyes crinkled in surprise and disgust. “I don’t want to kiss other guys, Ian. I want to kiss you.”

Ian sighed and crossed his arms. “Just not on a magazine cover?”

Mickey licked his lips. “I don’t think you understand how much of my career is built on reputation. I get roles because casting directors think I’m still some Southside trash bully who’ll be convincing on screen as a gangster. If I come out, if people see these pictures... no one’s gonna believe that coming from me. No one’s gonna think I’m tough or badass or can kill a guy with a bottle opener.”

“You can kill a guy with a bottle opener.”

“Not the point.”

Ian settled back against the wall, his eyes following Mickey as he walked the length of the room again and again. He knew their five minutes were up. Any second now some poor PA would knock on the door and get the full force of Mickey’s wrath.

“I don’t know what any of that has to do with being gay,” Ian said. “Gay men aren’t automatically weaker.”

“They are in Hollywood.”

“But that’s such bullshit! Don’t you want to change the scene? Don’t you want to show them your sexuality doesn’t define who you are?”

“You think I’ll have a chance?” Mickey laughed, short and bitter. “The change will be overnight, Ian. The pictures will hit and suddenly all of the movie roles I’ve been offered will be pulled. The next set of scripts I’ll get will be for sitcoms and rom-coms. Interviewers will start to ask me about my opinion on gay rights and the LGBT community and what the fuck am I supposed to say? I don’t know anything. And when that becomes painfully clear, when people know for sure that I don’t have the righteous anger it takes to be a gay icon, I’ll be wiped right off the fucking slate. No more acting, no more money. I’ll be type cast into oblivion.”

“You don’t even like acting.”

“It pays the fucking bills.”

“And how much money do you have hidden away, Mick? How much have you been saving? Because you’re not exactly living in a fucking mansion with gold-plated teeth.” Ian tried to catch Mickey’s eye but failed. “Are you telling me you can’t live the rest of your life on what you’ve already made? Or maybe, what you’ve already made and some slightly shittier job that you might actually like?”

“And what? Be the mechanic everyone knows as that washed up movie star? The gay guy who couldn’t handle the spotlight and ran?” Mickey spat on the floor. His phone buzzed again. “No. I may not like acting but I like the movies I’m in. I like my life, Ian. And I’m sorry, but I’m not throwing it all away for you.”

“I wouldn’t ask you to.” Ian forced out the words even though he felt like his heart had just shattered in his chest. He forced himself to breathe, steady himself. Right here and right now wasn’t about him. “Not for me. But for you.”

“The fuck does that mean?”

A knock came on the door followed by a small voice. “Excuse me? The director wants you back on set.”

“Tell him to fuck himself in the ass,” Mickey snapped.

Ian sighed and turned to the door. He opened it only enough to poke his head out and meet the eyes of the terrified girl on the other side. “We’re kind of in the middle of something. Maybe ask him if he can start in on the Christie/Tabitha scene?”

She nodded and backed away quick, still terrified.

Ian closed the door but didn’t turn back to Mickey.

“What’d you mean when you said you’d ask me to do it for me?”

Ian turned and met Mickey’s eyes. He shrugged. “You’ve been in the closet your whole life, Mick. Ever since you were a kid, you’ve been fucking terrified to tell anyone. You’ve been terrified to let yourself feel what you feel, to love who you want to love. You can’t tell me that hasn’t taken a toll on you. You can’t tell me that’s fun for you.”

“It’s liveable.”

“But that’s not really living, is it?”

Mickey stared at him for a moment and then cursed. He flopped back onto the couch and let his head hit the wall. “I can’t do this, Ian. I just... I’m not ready. I might not ever be ready.”

“Right.” Ian bit his lip. “Okay. Then don’t do it.”

Mickey laughed. “Wouldn’t that be great? If I could just decide not to like there aren’t pictures coming out tomorrow.”

“Who cares?”

“The millions of people who are about to see me with my tongue down your throat, Ian.”

Ian shook his head and walked over to Mickey. “No. Fuck them. They’re wrong.”

“There’s picture proof.”

“Of what? That you kissed me? Who fucking cares?” Ian scoffed. “There was mistletoe for crying out loud. If that’s not an excuse, I don’t know what is.”

Mickey raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“It was late. We were drunk. We stumbled under some mistletoe and you thought, fuck it. It’s tradition, isn’t it? And I’m your best friend. Should you really not kiss me just because I’m a man? What kind of fucking homophobic world do we live in where two guys can’t even kiss as a goddamn joke without people jumping down their throats?”

“Everyone knows you’re gay.”

“Which is why you went for it. You knew I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I’d probably enjoy it. Are you not allowed to kiss your friend platonically just because he’s gay? It was a joke, Mick. Just a joke. Maybe you went a little too far, maybe you forgot you’re a celebrity and you can’t just go around kissing people, but...” Ian shrugged. “We were drunk. There was mistletoe. Frankly, you’re disgusted that people just jump to conclusions about your sexuality because you’re comfortable kissing guys. You’re a good ally. That’s it.”

Mickey stared at him for a long moment. “You’d be okay with that?”

“It’s not about me.”

“Because you don’t sound okay with it,” Mickey continued like he hadn’t even said anything. “You sound pissed as all fucking hell.”

Ian took a deep breath, shrugged. He sat down on the couch beside Mickey and offered his hand. Mickey linked their fingers together and squeezed. Ian said, “Am I happy that my boyfriend wants to keep me a secret? No, not really. Do I understand? I’m trying to. But Mick, bottom line is, if you don’t want to come out, you don’t fucking have to. You don’t owe these people anything and they don’t get to decide when you make major life decisions. So, if it helps, say that it was a joke between friends. I’ll back you up.”

Mickey leaned in to peck his lips. “Thank you.”

Ian squeezed his hand tight. “We should get back to set.”

Mickey shook his head. “We have a while.” He kissed Ian again, harder and longer. “Let me show you how much I fucking love you.”

Ian laughed and leaned in to the kiss. “I love you too.” Then he pulled back. “But we’re going to get caught in here. And that’s not gonna help anyone.”

Mickey nodded. “Okay. Let me run your idea by Liz and I’ll meet you out there?”

Ian agreed and left the dressing room. After he closed the door, he leaned up against it and forced himself to breathe. He knew he’d done the right thing. He’d offered Mickey the only out he had and Mickey had taken it. Ian really hadn’t thought that Mickey would take it.

He forced himself to go about the rest of the day as if nothing was wrong, as if everything was exactly as it should be. Like the director was full of shit and there wasn’t a picture of them kissing coming out on the front page of every magazine tomorrow. The thought made Ian’s stomach turn. The last time he’d been on a magazine cover, he’d been lying halfway out of a limo, vomit trickling down his shirt, an insane smile on his lips. There’d been a guy in the limo holding his legs to stop him from cracking his skull on the pavement. No matter how long Ian had looked at that picture for, he couldn’t remember the guy’s name or even having seen his face before. He still remembered the headline: CHILD STAR CRACKS. It hadn’t been the first bad picture by far but it was the last. The one they’d taken before finally giving up on him.

<<Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen>>

#gallavich #shameless #Ian Gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #mine #3outof10 fanfic #lost lullabies #chapter eighteen

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Midnight HSM Watch Party One-Shot Where HSM Is Barely Relevant

Summary: Artie likes strawberry ice cream and Sam. Sam likes talking and Artie. Both of them like the HSM trilogy. (Comes with a small dosage of Troy Bolton roasting and sympathizing. Enter at own risk.) Word Count: 2,306 Quote: *Don't ask me why Artie has a 7-foot pillow, I don't know.

Sam woke up in complete and utter darkness, save for a yellow light from Artie's kitchen. He, along with Mike, Finn, and Puck, spent the night at Artie's house to "Make sure he was alright" while his parents were at some work thing, which they took for "have a small party and seriously consider stealing some liquor."

He looked around the living room, first seeing Mike caressing (or being caressed by) a 7-foot pillow on the couch about a foot from him.* He continued looking around and he eventually saw Puck and Finn sprawled out on the floor. Puck's face was close enough to Finn's crotch that gay jokes were gonna be made in the morning, probably by Artie. Speaking of, the one guy he'd hoped to see wasn't anywhere. Last he remembered, Artie was talking about something Star Wars-related before the sound of his voice put Sam to sleep.

*Don't ask me why Artie has a 7-foot pillow, I don't know.

Sam did not have a crush on Artie, to be clear. He just thought he was a cool guy, andsometimeswantedtosofltykisshisforheadwhenhewassleeping, a completely platonic and heterosexual friendship.

Sam heard a thud from the kitchen, and Artie groaning in pain. Sam's fight or flight response kicked in, but he had also only been up for 43 seconds. Sam groggily got up and hurriedly stumbled to the kitchen. He saw Artie sprawled out on the floor and a tub of ice cream on its side next to him.

"Artie! Are you alright," Sam shouted, but it came out closer to a muttered, "Archty, are youlr ight. .?"

"I'm good," Artie assured, "I was just getting some midnight strawberry ice cream and... fell over."

"Youu knee helll p?"

"Sure, that's... that's why you guys are here, right?" Artie had a drop of bitterness in his voice.

Sam tried to lift Artie by his arms, and he normally could. However, Sam's tiredness made everything significantly slower and harder. After 2 awkward-ish minutes of trying to lift him, Sam decided to get him by his back and legs, which is how he did not fantasize about holding him sometimes. He set Artie in his chair, who sighed.

"Could you... could you also get the ice cream? And my glasses," Artie asked sheepishly. A silver lining to the whole situation was getting to see Sam bend over. Artie had admitted to himself that he liked Sam, but he'd decided Sam was straight and resolved to stolen glances and crying listening to Micheal Jackson songs over strawberry ice cream, like he was planning tonight.

Sam handed Artie his ice cream and Artie thanked him. He put his glasses on and they stood/sat in awkward silence for a moment before Artie thought to do something obvious. He handed back the ice cream.

"Could you put this in the freezer?" Artie asked, "And after we could go watch High School Musical in my room."

"Sure," Sam agreed, walking over to the fridge, "As long as you don't tease me when I cry."

Artie smiled, "Honestly, I can't watch that movie without crying."

Sam put the ice cream away, and Artie took the opportunity to again sexualize Sam mentally. Sam wheeled Artie to his room and went searching for the High School Musical DVD. He popped it into the player and let the movie roll, turning back to pick up Artie.

"So, like, Artie," Sam began awkwardly, "How do you, uh, lay down?"

"Flat on my back," Artie replied, then poked Sam in the chest, "Preferably next to a blonde guy with abs."

Sam's breath hitched. Was Artie flirting?

"Anyways, that's your cue to pick me up." Sam, turning bright red, realized he zoned out. He lifted Artie and set him gently, resting his cute little head on a fluffy pillow.* Sam patted Artie on his chest.

*This is not an opinion of Sam's, but an objective fact.

"All good?" Sam asked.

"All good," Artie replied, smiling.

God, his smile is so pretty. Sam thought, or more-so felt. He immediately hetero-corrected himself. Because he keeps his teeth clean, which is epic for someone who can't even see himself the bathroom mirror.

Sam went around the bed and laid flat on his back, keeping his distance from Artie. He didn't want to seem like he was anything other than a straight friend.

"Sam, get over here," Artie told Sam. For a moment, Sam thought about Artie saying that in a way different context.

"Hm?" Sam couldn't get any words out.

"The blanket can't cover us if you're all the way over there. Also, go get the blanket!"

Sam chuckled and got up. He didn't show it, but Artie telling him what to do was kind of a turn-on (but, then again, wasn't from Artie?) He reached Artie's closet and grabbed the wooly blue blanket (Artie told him it was his favorite 3 months ago and he hadn't forgotten) and wrapped it around himself. He returned to Artie's room and flopped onto his bed, still keeping the entire blanket to himself.

Artie cleared his throat.

"What?" Sam said, trying not to smile, "I got the blanket like you asked me to."

"My arms still work, Sam."

"So?"

"So I can still effectively strangle you!" Artie grabbed Sam's neck, getting a group strong enough to pull himself over Sam. Sam tried to get Artie off of him, but the blanket stopped him from using his arms, and Artie had an iron grip, so it was a struggle. Artie had his hands firmly around Sam's neck, sat on his chest, when Sam finally gave up.

"Fine, fine! Uncle!" Sam shouted, laughing uncontrollably, "We'll share!"

Artie let go of him, "Thanks. Glad we could work this out peacefully."

Artie rolled off of Sam, and laid right next to him, to the point their arms were touching. Sam was still hyperventilating, he couldn't get over how Artie sitting on his chest made him feel, and how much he might have wanted him to be a little farther back. None of these feelings were helped when Artie turned to lay on his side and Sam could hear Artie breathing.

"I thought you... you were a back-sleeper," Sam said.

"It depends on the day," Artie replied, "And who I'm with."

Sam was dead silent after that, so Artie was too. He got the message at returned to his back. They watched the harrowing tale of Troy balancing the worlds of theatre and basketball, laughing at all the funny moments, but nothing else.

Eventually, When There Was Me And You began, and Artie couldn't keep his opinions about it quiet.

"I really hate Troy here," Artie said.

"Really? I dunno," Sam replied, "It's not that what he did was good, or anything. I just... I understand why, y'know?"

Artie turned on his side to look at Sam. With genuine interest, he said, "Actually, I don't know. Tell me about it."

Sam hesitantly turned on his other side to look back at Artie, which caused him to be slightly nervous speaking. "Well, when you're- You're put on the spot like that, and all your friends.. expect something from you, you- you don't really have time to think. And, there's already a way out for him that- that everyone wants and expects him to choose, so he just does."

Artie nodded Sam along. Maybe it was just the crush filter, but Sam actually made some sense.

"And, when you get... feelings for someone it's really- really... I can't explain it, but Troy's also fighting his natural 'go for love' instincts with his logical ones, so that a factor too."

Artie smiled at Sam, "Interesting thought process. Did you just think that up?"

"Nah, I've been- I've had that opinion for a while."

The two laid together and finished up the movie. Troy apologized and got the girl... and the lead in the musical... and won the basketball game- maybe I should become Troy. My personal aspirations aside, Sam and Artie were again silent till after the credits rolled.

"...What now?" Sam asked, turning over to Artie, "HSM 2?"

Artie took a deep breath, and rolled over, looking Sam in the eye, "Sure, but..."

Sam was interested, "But, what?"

Artie looked past Sam, at his poster of Back to the Future handed down to him from his mom. Geekiness is hereditary, it seems*, "Maybe we could, like... cuddle, or something while we watch it."

*No shade to my geeks out there. You guys helped make fandom what it is today.

Sam felt his face grow hot. His two favorite things, movies and Artie. He kicked his ankle to make sure he was awake (he was,) "Uh... Sure?"

"You don't sound sure," Artie, who was still 78% sure Sam was straight, didn't want to force Sam into anything, "It's alright to say no."

Sam was silent for a second, "I think I want to, but I... don't really know how. Especially not with another guy."

"There's no right way to cuddle," Artie said, smiling at Sam. Sam wished Artie knew how much his smile made him feel, "It should just be... comfortable. And nice."

Sam smiled, "That should be easy with you."

Sam studied Artie's reaction. His face didn't change, but he rubbed Sam's arm a little bit. Sam's heart fluttered from the touch.

"Okay, so... we cuddling?" Artie asked.

Sam got up, "Yeah. I've gotta start the movie first, though."

Artie's movie shelf was pretty low to the ground, so Sam had to bend over to reach it. Artie, in a friendly fashion, hollered and said, "Take your shirt off!"

Sam, after picking up the case, played along and asked, "Really? That's what you want?"

"Hell yeah!"

Sam pulled off his shirt. He tossed his shirt Artie, who pretended to faint when it landed on him. The boys laughed, and Sam turned back around to put the disc in. After fiddling around and managing to start the move, he turned to find Artie staring at him.

"Artie..." Sam noticed how Artie was looking at him. It was like he was a little kid looking at a toy they couldn't buy.

Artie looked away, "Sorry, Sam."

"No, don't be. It's- Well, I kind of like you staring at me."

Artie smiled, but still kept his eyes off Sam, "Really?"

"Yeah, kinda," Sam scratched his neck, "Let's... cuddle now, if that's cool."

Artie finally looked at Sam, nodding happily. Sam made his way back onto the bed, laying on his back. As the ever iconic opening number* of HSM2 played, Artie found a place in Sam's arms, their faces close enough to hear each other breathe.

* What time is it? Wildcats! ...Wait, that's not right.

At some point between Fabulous and Work This Out, Artie turned his head to look at Sam. Sam turned after to see what he was looking at.

"We should just..." Artie was terrified. If his legs worked, they'd be twitching like a streamer, "Kiss."

Sam turned a little red, "K-kiss? Like, me and you?"

"Yeah... I just thought you might want to, and... I know I want to-"

Sam, once he was sure Artie wanted him back, kissed him. It was a long kiss, but a soft and sweet one. A feeling like a warm, long overdue blanket washed over them both. It was indescribable.

When they pulled apart, with amazment in his eyes, Artie whispered, "Wow..."

Sam was about to respond, but a yawn caught his tongue. Sam was experiencing 'sleep kickback',* "I think it's happening again."

*Sleep Kickback: Noun; An experience of exhaustion after waking up, often causing a 'second sleep.' Commonly experienced between the hours of 1 AM to 6 AM.

Artie looked curiously at Sam,"What?"

"The sleep," Sam laid his head dramatically back and closed his eyes.

Artie leaned in and kissed Sam on the neck. Nuzzling there, Artie said, "Goodnight."

Sam grinned, wrapping his arms round Artie. He got close to his ear and whispered, "Goodnight, Artie. You have my heartie."

Artie kissed him again, gearing up for winding down. He rested his hand on Sam's bare chest, savoring the feel of Sam's abs. In spite of the dad joke, Artie had never felt closer to anyone.

#sam evans #artie abrams #sartie #sartieverse #glee #fanfiction #cuddling #hsm2 #but not hsm

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merlivystories · 4 years

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THE IMPORTANCE OF TV REPRESENTATION: REASONS AND EXAMPLES.

Being a pretty experienced viewer, I often find myself thinking about the significance of tv-representation. The process of shaping into the person I am today would never have the same result without countless tv-series, shows and movies I stumbled upon on the way. Media space is a place that can be not only entertaining, but also educational. By educational here I don’t necessarily mean academic knowledge, I’m talking about every day-life skills and widening world perception. Learning how to live in peace with ourselves and with other people is a true secret of a happy life. That’s why it is important use media with a purpose to remind people about the past, educate about today and show possible consequences in the future.

I tried to highlight the reasons why I believe TV-representation has significant relevance nowadays. Firstly, watching TV or videos happens to be the most common way of spending leisure time among kids, teenagers and youngsters. Since it requires minimum activity it is the easiest possible way to relax and stay entertained at once. Secondly, TV has the biggest potential to turn boring topics into something relatable and exciting by creating interesting characters, breath-taking plots, using popular audio-tracks and eye-catching sceneries. The last but not the least important reason is being able to change people’s world-views or opinions towards the represented issue or make people feel accepted and okay with themselves by relatable content.

In my opinion, such theme should only be discussed and explained via examples of tv-representation. Here I’m going to display only a few series that I either found to be great representatives of particular social issues or social groups or breaking irrelevant and toxic stereotypes.

(SPOILER ALLERT! + Everything I state below is exclusively my own perception of those series and everyone is completely free to agree or disagree.)

1. GREY’S ANATOMY (2005- )

I’ve been a huge fan of this medical show since 2014 and the there are quite a few issues represented throughout 16 seasons that aired in a period from 2005 to this year. In my opinion, the most important part of the show is representation of feminism. Development of the main character – Meredith Grey is fascinating. She has turned from an insecure intern into a surgeon with a world-known name and a head of general surgery in the Grey-Sloan hospital in Seattle. Alongside with Meredith there are plenty of amazing women working as surgeons and heads of departments in GSH. Moreover, the chief of surgery currently is also a woman! In this show both men and women not only dream big, but also have an opportunity to turn their dreams into reality. Grey’s Anatomy has a huge impact on young girls and boys all over the world as it inspires them to become doctors. Every day is a beautiful day to save lives, I believe.

2. TOY BOY (2019 - )

This show is my recent but no less valuable discovery. Dictionary defines «toy boy» as a young man who is having a sexual relationship with an older woman – used humorously. The main character of this show, Hugo, has been put in prison for the crime he did not commit. After 7 years in prison he is determined to prove his innocence with a help of a young lawyer – Triana while getting back to his work as a stripper in a bar alongside with his best friends: Ivan, German and Jairo. While watching this show I pointed out a few topics that the attention of viewers is clearly supposed to be drawn to. Firstly, male stripping and prostitution. It is important to remember that not only women choose to do this professionally and that it is completely fine as long as you enjoy it and stay mentally in a good place. Every job has its struggles and we can see the ups and downs of being a male-stripper on this show. Secondly, thanks-thanks-thanks a lot to writers for representing a disabled person. One of the key-characters – Jairo is mute. And he receives nothing but support and appreciation for being who he is, never being treated differently by his friends. It doesn’t in any way diminish him as a person. I consider Jairo to be the most loving, accepting and understanding character that makes him truly likable to the viewers. His relationships with Andrea, who was raped as a child and grew up to be really introverted and shy, is the most precious thing to be seen on this show. The way Jairo and Andrea were able to bond over their struggles and the way they found comfort in each other is a great example of something beautiful coming out of something dark and uncomfortable. The other important topic is domestic violence and rape. The phenomena of being sexually assaulted is horrible on its own, while being sexually assaulted by your relative, by your ankle is terrifying. Andrea represents all those kids and teenagers whose mental health was completely destroyed by people who were supposed to care for them. I’m glad that «Toy Boy» found a way to show how it can get better even when it seems like it never will.

3. HOUSE OF FLOWERS (2018 – 2020)

The time has come to talk about traditional values clashing with being who you are and feeling good as a person. This show is a story about a dysfunctional upper-class Mexican family that own a prestigious floristry shop and a struggling cabaret, both called «The House of Flowers». The story features plenty of amazing LGBTQ+ characters such as María José Riquelme Torres – transgender woman, Diego Olvera – gay man, Julián de la Mora – bisexual man, Paulina de la Mora – pansexual woman (not straightforwardly stated in the series, but I clocked her as one) and Patricio "Pato" Lascuráin – gay man. Firstly, I like how gracefully and accurately the line between gender and sexuality was treated on this show. When Maria Hose comes out as a trans woman she doesn’t stop loving her wife. She doesn’t change, she just gets closer to looking the way she has felt for a long time, if not her whole life. That’s it with trans people, I believe, coming out and the transitioning process is never actually about changing, it’s about getting the outside to match the inside that has always been there. I also adore how Paulina loved Maria Hose for the personality and not for the gender. Hands down vote for them together as the best couple on the show. Secondly, I would very much like to comment on conversion therapy part featuring Diego and Patricio being a victim of horrible hate crime. Conversion therapy is the pseudoscientific practice of trying to change an individual's sexual orientation from homosexual or bisexual to heterosexual using psychological, physical, or spiritual interventions. Sadly, it is still being practiced these day even though various jurisdictions around the world have passed laws against conversion therapy. Diego, a gay man, wants to have a kid so much and also earn the acceptance of his homophobic parents, he agrees on being put in a place where it is promised to turn him straight. Not surprisingly, it doesn’t change his sexual orientation but makes him suffer through the whole experience. In the end, he stands up to his parents and faces them alongside with his fiancé, Julian. He realizes that loving himself and being happy is more important than being accepted by someone who doesn’t really care about his well-being. Also, family is about people loving and supporting each other and never about following «traditional» gender-roles. Conversion therapy has no proof to be helpful in the sense of changing sexuality, but is totally effective at making people mentally unstable and self-hating so they are unable to develop any healthy relationships in the future. Talking about hating yourself, another closeted character - Agustín Corcuera is a great example. He grew up with his head filled with toxic stereotypes and fully dependent on social opinion. That’s why his desire for a loving, outgoing and open about his sexuality Patricio had horrible consequences. A hate crime is defined as a prejudice-motivated crime which occurs when a perpetrator targets a victim because of their membership (or perceived membership) of a certain social group or race. Agustin was clearly mesmerized by the way Patricio couldn’t care less about what people around him had to say, but he was also scared of that. It made me upset that Patricio loved Agustin a little to much to notice how much the guy hated even the thought of people considering him to be anything other than straight. One night at the New Year party in 1970 Patricio was beaten to death by Agustin himself and his homophobic friends - that’s how much Agustin was scared of accepting himself and admitting he had feelings for Patricio in front of his friends, just enough to take away another person’s right to live. The last words Patricio said to Agustin before receiving that one last punch was «I love you», which makes the scene even more terrifying than it could have been. The absurdity of love facing hate like that, the horror of murdering love with hate, hate not only directed towards the victim, but also towards Augustin himself. Self-hate happens to be extremely dangerous not only to the particular person, but also to their surroundings. This is the example of what the self-oppression and the lack of ability to love yourself in the first place can lead to and it is awful.

4. HOLLYWOOD (2020)

The show that rewrote the history and we were all completely there for it! The show about people being brave and following their dreams despite it being truly dangerous. This story is inspiring for all people cause the most important thing to learn from this show is that it doesn’t matter where you come from, what you background is, no matter what color your skin is or what your sexuality is – it should never stop you from dreaming. All those things should never make you feel like you don’t stand a chance, that you’re not worth it, that you’re less valuable. What actually means a lot is your personality, your talent and determination to go all the way. I was blown away by literally every single character in this show. I admire Raymond Ainsley for not giving up on representation in his movie. I admire Camille Washington for not giving up her right to be treated the same as other actresses. I admire Archie Coleman for being brave and showing that true success never depends on anything but talent. I admire Richard Samuels for always staying unbiased and finding the courage to be himself truly. I admire Avis Amberg for standing up for the right values and using her power is the most honorable way there was. I didn’t mention all of the characters, but every single one of them has their own story and something to teach the viewer.

5. COMMUNITY (2009-2015)

Now I would like to introduce you to the show about diversity and true friendship. It teaches viewer that your friends are your chosen family, nobody is perfect but when you decide to stick together – you stick for all ups and downs, for the best and for the worst. All of the main characters are different: they have different backgrounds, different world-perceptions and different behavior-patterns. Anyway, those differences ultimately should never stay on the way of true kindness and compassion. «Community» explores topics that might seem offensive at times, but the conclusion is always the same – people need to accept each other for who they are. Moreover, the significant lesson in this show is that if you have a problem with someone, you should first try to find a problem within yourself.

#tv representation #grey's anatomy #toy boy #house of flowers #hollywood #community

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from-story-to-screen · 4 years

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A Compilation of some of my favorite Writing Prompts

The royal family employs no bodyguards. A would-be assassin discovers why.

Two gay guys and two lesbians have to pretend to be straight for an entire weekend, pretending to be each other’s dates for a wedding.

You, a time traveler, accidentally introduces 21st-century slang to Shakespeare.

Angel/demon romance, where the demon is the stuffy, orthodox one and the angel is like “hold my beer”.

A dating service where matching is based on people’s search histories. You’re a serial killer, you go on a date with a writer.

You have many of the abilities of a Disney princess. You can talk to animals, people burst into song around you, it seems every other day a “prince charming” type falls madly in love with you. As one of the most feared mafia enforcers in New York, it’s tough, but you make it work.

Dating an immortal and you find a photo album of their exes dating back a century. All the exes sort of look like you and the immortal’s been dating all of them in the hopes of getting you to remember your first life when you first met them.

You are what mankind believes to be the devil. However there are three things that they’re got all wrong: 1. Everyone goes to heaven, no matter what they do in life. 2. You’re the only one who’s ever escaped heaven. 3. Heaven is absolutely fucked.

The world goes through 2000 year natural cycles of magic and non-magic. The non-magical cycle is about to end any day now.

After Lucifer was kicked out of heaven, he decided to make his own paradise. Both compete to have the best afterlife, sadly you lived a sin-free life and got sent to heaven. God is throwing a very boring, sin-free party. You spend your time trying to get kicked out so you can go to hell.

You come from a family of highly respected heroes. All three of your big brothers are known as powerhouses, but you rarely see them since they’re always saving the city. One day you realize that the only way to see all of your brother is to become a villain. Turns out you’re better at it than you thought, and family dinners suddenly become the most amusing time of day.

Write a completely ordinary story about an ordinary person’s life with an almost unsettlingly idyllic environment, but at the end reveal that the main character is an unreliable narrator and has actually been on a murdering spree the entire time.

Your roommate is literally the devil, surprisingly, he is the best roommate you’ve ever had.

Every person on earth is born with a tattoo on each arm. One matches your soulmate, and one matches your worst enemy. However, most people have no clue which is which. You do, because they are both the same.

Grim Reaper, not tied to any particular religion, they just personify death and collect the soul and take them...where? What if they’re like afterlife HR? Where they go depends on their belief.

A show/book where each chapter has a new story with a new set of characters and each chapter ends in a cliffhanger. In the final chapter(s), they show conclusions for all the stories, and reveal that the stories connect like puzzle pieces.

Twilight, but Bella stays in Arizona and it’s about Charlie Swan finding out that his best friend is a werewolf and the town doctor he’s trusted for years is a vampire, and he helps stop the vampires that are murdering everyone.

A guy who runs for president and wins but suddenly realizes that he doesn’t want to be president and just starts doing ridiculous things to try to get impeached but it never works because they always end up miraculously being the right thing to do. 100% approval rating, most popular president ever.

The Purge but it’s 24 hours where retail workers can be as rude as they want.

You’re part of a community that lives on an island, no other land mass in sight. When a crime is committed, the person responsible has to “go find more land” to redeem their honor. Someone has yet to return. You’ve just been caught stealing.

Your alternate universe self comes to kill you. The only thing is, you are the evil version.

A seemingly bottomless pit was found, for which the depth can’t be determined. Over time, scores of people began using it to illegally dump trash, many have jumped in to die, while others jumped believing that they’ll find life’s answers within. Today, the truth about the hole is learned.

Your phone rings; the number looks familiar. You pick up to hear your own voice asking you for help.

Your daughter has been begging you for a pony, and you told her to write a letter to Santa. On Christmas morning, you find a fire-breathing horse in your front yard, and a package by your front door. Looks like she wrote a letter to Satan, and he delivered.

You’re an assassin with a 6th sense. You help ghosts seek out vengeance for the wrong that was done to them when they were alive.

If the eyes of an animal are on the sides of the animal’s head, they are a “prey” species. If the eyes are on the front, they are a “predator” species. Explain why nature designated dragons as a “prey” species.

In a world where what doesn’t kill you literally makes you stronger, you run a clinic that gives people near-death experiences.

The wrinkled fingertips are just the beginning of the transformation. We just always leave the water too early.

Since you were 8 years old, you’ve been helping people and giving things away for free; the only condition: that one day you’ll call on that person for a favor. You’re now 33 and owed 10,000 favors. You decide to call them in all at once.

As a babysitter you are putting a young girl to bed. She says, “Don’t worry, there aren’t any monsters in the closet. Daddy keeps them all locked up in the basement.”

The reaper does not bring death, he follows it. The reaper is not an omen of doom, he is a guardian, sent to protect your soul on its way from one world to the next. The things that wait between the worlds are...unpleasant.

A photographer and a sniper meet in a bar. Neither is aware of the other’s occupation. They talk about “how to take the perfect shot”.

You are the devil and you have been summoned via a satanic ritual. As you manifest yourself, you find yourself in a quaint living room and meet a sweet old lady who just wants some company.

Art museum guards don’t guard the painting in fear that someone might steal them, they guard the artwork in fear that someone might get too close and fall in.

The devil mixed up your paperwork and gave you someone else’s personal hell, which to you, is heaven.

When the police came to announce you the death of your husband, you refused to believe it. “That’s impossible,” you said. “Unfortunately, it’s the truth, miss,” answered the policemen. “It’s impossible,” you say again,” because he’s in the kitchen making dinner”.

A man who sees ghosts checks himself into a mental institution, oblivious to the fact that the facility has been closed for almost 30 years.

You’re in charge of assigning every child on earth the monster under their bed. One child in particular has caused every monster assigned to them to quit. You decide to assign yourself.

You have an ATM that gives you the exact amount of money you need to survive for the day, how you spend it is your choice. Today you are given $70,000,000.

Every time a person makes a promise or bargain, a tattoo is etched onto their skin. You just went out with friends drinking so much, you passed out. Upon awakening, you can’t recall what happened and realize that your whole arm has been inked black. Someone knocks on your door

“Welcome to hell! As the seventh human to ever arrive here, you are now an official member of the 7 Deadly Sins!”

Your oldest brother is a military genius. Your little sister has cured 3 types of cancer. The twins are working on a new method of locating planets fit for terraforming. And you...you are mom’s favorite.

I know i’m getting close to finishing my time machine because I’ve caught several older versions of myself trying to sabotage my lab.

Dream superpower: the ability to manipulate probability.

Every time you die your injured limbs and body parts are replaced by machines and you slowly become less and less human until the point where you have no human body parts left and must decide whether you will continue to fight for humanity, with which you have no remaining connection.

There’s a love triangle but then the girl realizes she’s asexual and gets a puppy and a cat and the two boys fall for each other. Boys realize they were only fighting for the girl because they wanted to impress one another other.

A ghost and a zombie come from the same person. Ghost watches their zombie body stumbling around with dismay.

A tattoo appears on people’s skin at key points in their life and they must figure out what they mean.

The asteroid that hit the earth and killed the dinosaurs was actually a UFO and humans are the aliens.

Four roommates are extraterrestrials who have taken human form in the hopes of learning about earth’s culture. Unfortunately, each alien is from a different planet and believes the other three are normal humans.

Your super power is that you are average at everything you do. (flying, communicating with aliens, curing cancer, etc.)

The year is 2030. The first astronauts have landed on Mars. They find a cave with a single human skeleton and 4 words written on the wall.

You have the ability to hear the honest answer to any question just by looking at a person and mentally asking the question. It was all fun and games until you looked in the mirror and asked a question you shouldn’t have.

A woman is cursed by the gods to kill any man she falls in love with. She falls in love with a man who was cursed by the gods with immortality.

The remains of the human race live in a glass dome with no entrance or exit, which protects them from the wasteland on the outside. One morning a dusty handprint appears on the outside.

Suddenly, all over the world, all children start drawing the same thing over and over again.

Your doorbell rings and it’s a person from an alternate universe who says “i just wanted you to know that you are my favorite book character and i know how it ends and i want to change it.”

You get a deep cut for the first time in your life; instead of bone or muscle, you see wires.

“My domain is time,” said the genie. “Instead of three wishes, you get three decisions. Go back and choose again.”

You’re an archaeologist working on a dig when you uncover a thick pane of glass. You dust the dirt away, and see the inside of a massive bio-dome, hidden for too long. Only one organism is inside, and it was meant to be forgotten.

A child is kidnapped. Outraged, the monsters living under the bed and in their closet vow to find them.

You die. As you go up to paradise, you notice it seems to be in ruins. Then you find the corpse of god.

“And the legions of Hell rose from the great split in the earth, but they did not emerge in a geyser of flame. The demons and monsters varied greatly, from delicate, sapphire wings to great, lumbering monstrosities. At the head of the army walked Lucifer himself, a dark cloak flowing beside him. The forces of Hell had arrived, to save humanity from Heaven’s wrath.”

Write a superhero story that’s narrated by the villain, who leads the reader to believe that they are the hero. However, due to the biased narration the reader only realizes that they’ve been misled in the final sentences.

Since the beginning of time, humanity has believed that death is universal. Everything that is born must also die. We’ve created our world around this single fact, worshipped gods, sacrificed and prayed, but when we finally make contact with the rest of the universe it is discovered that death is in fact not real. Most aliens believe it’s a silly old legend, and it is determined that only humans do in fact die. Write what comes of this discovery.

You’re alone in your room when suddenly, you disappear and arrive in an unknown location. Turns out you’re in hell and this time, the tables have been turned. You’ve been summoned by a demon who needs your help.

They say that “history is written by the victors.” Turns out, so are fairytales; they’ve been twisted by the “heroes” of the fairytale world to make themselves look like they’ve always been in the right. You are a fairytale villain at a support group for characters like you.

You’re a wealthy and famous writer whose bestselling children’s series, about a young girl escaping her house nightly to battle monsters in a fantasy world, has brought you endless success. Following your daughter’s eighth birthday, you start to notice strange cuts and bruises on her in the morning, which she casually dismisses. Your curiosity gets the best of you, and one night you enter your daughter’s bedroom far past her bedtime, but it’s not the room you know that you step into—it’s the world of your own series’ Book Five.

You’re a demon who governs the creation of Personal Hells; parts of Hell created for the truly despicable designed specifically around them. You’ve just gotten a submission for someone who doesn’t seem to be afraid of anything.

Apparently the tooth fairy is a pretty controversial figure among skeletons. some think she is a thief that steals mouth bones others think she is the true skeleton queen.

“I would probably win an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in a biopic about my own life.”

Why can’t the pirate get the princess for once?

Conversation prompt: “We’re a team of highly trained professionals.” “No you’re not, you’re all wearing friendship bracelets.”

You have been accepted into a school for supernatural creatures. You decide to let your teachers and classmates guess what you are.

A story about vigilante Victorian prostitutes hunting down Jack The Ripper.

Every person, at exactly midnight on New Years following their 22nd birthday, possesses the body of their soulmate; people run around trying to figure out who they are so they can find one another, leave notes for the body’s owner to find with their address. There are language gaps so people have to translate it and travel to different countries carrying the notes they’re left. Write about the search and adventure of one.

A retired supervillain is in the bank with his 6 year old daughter when a new crew of super villains comes in to rob the place.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve worn glasses. Your parents always made sure you had them on and formed the habit. One day you forget them and realize you can see something no one else can.

The character wakes up multiple times a week with inexplicable bruises on their arms and legs. The day they graduate from college, an agent from the CIA approaches them and introduces them to Project Nightlight.

I hit play and watch myself in the recording. But what i see isn’t what i remember.

At birth, everyone has the date they will die imprinted on their arm. You were supposed to die yesterday.

Every baby is taken away by the government and returned when they are ten years old. They never remember what happened in those years, but they always recognize their parents. You, however, remember everything. And those aren’t your parents.

You were born with the ability to know what is buried beneath your feet. You have worked for years alongside archaeologists finding lost cities and ancient treasures. However, today is the first time you have ever said “We should not dig here.”

A man calls 911 and says in a soft voice, “I am currently sitting next to the little girl you are looking for. She is safe, for now, but if no one comes to get her quick enough, i will be forced to do something unspeakable to her kidnappers”.

Human emotions can be bottled and sold on the black market. You are in desperate need of money and sell yours. It will take months to grow back, leaving you empty inside. The next day you meet Her.

You are a recently hired psychiatrist in a mental hospital. Some of your patients insist that they were once staff, but are now being held prisoner/hostage by the actual patients that now run the hospital.

A depressed guy moves into a house which is inhabited by 7 demons, each one corresponding to a different Deadly Sin. But, they are trying to help him get back on his feet.

Your girl is a member of a shadowy organization bent on ruling the world. Your best friend is a CIA operative, and your dog is a secret escaped lab experiment. And you? Well, you run a website debunking conspiracy theories.

You slowly begin to realize that all your friends are undercover agents tasked with keeping you alive. Then, at your birthday party, with every one of your friends surrounding you, the people trying to kill you finally find you.

You adopt 4 teenage girls. As they grow up, you begin to realize that each one of them represents a horseman of the apocalypse. All hell breaks loose when Famine steals War’s significant other.

In the future, virtual reality has flourished. One of the more controversial uses is prisons. Whatever crime you commit, you have to relive it through your victim’s point of view. It’s your first day in prison and you’re terrified because of what you did.

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