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jamie-leah · 3 years

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MYC Part 1

Bucky x Reader

Mini-Series

Summary: Life gets complicated when your ex comes back from the dead. How the story goes is up to you...

Word Count: 2115

Warnings: angst, swearing, mentions of alcohol

A/N: I lied in the promo, this is going to be a mini-series but released in 2 day intervals so you won't have long to wait. This is something new I'm trying. This used to be a one-shot that you can find in my masterlist that I had so many requests to carry on and also lots of angry people wanting to make different choices. While I always try to write for myself, this one is for you. Enjoy Lovelies <3

Special Mention: My best friend, Jay, has drawn all the pictures you will see in this series. He is amazing and incredibly talented in lots of styles. He is super friendly so please check him out here! And show some love <3 He is also taking requests!!!

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“You know I could kick your ass any day of the week, Buck", you say with a smirk and a sideways glance in the elevator down.

Bucky chuckles and turns to you, “only because you cheat".

You look at him, jaw slack in mock offense, “I do not cheat!”.

“Oh please! Last week you started crying and you know I hate seeing you cry! You knew I had you and you took advantage of the fact I’m your boyfriend”, Bucky says, the smirk never leaving his face.

You toss him one of your own and say, “that’s just good tactics, baby. Use your opponent’s weakness against them".

Bucky tips his head back to laugh and it has you grinning when the doors slide open into the lobby of the avengers building. People are milling about like ants but it’s the commotion at the front desk that has you pausing.

A guy with sandy hair that brushes the tops of his shoulders is shouting at the receptionist, “you need to let me see her!”.

Adrenaline starts to flood your veins and you find yourself approaching without thought as you notice his ripped clothes. His voice scratching familiarly at a door you thought you closed years ago.

He shouts again, “you need to get Y/N down here now, you don’t understand”.

The way your name falls off his tongue is like a sucker punch and it takes everything not to double over from shock. You’re vaguely aware of Bucky murmuring, “is he asking for you?”.

But it’s only you and the guy in the whole of the room right now as you say, “Charlie?”.

Charlie, your ex of 4 years, whips around at the sound of your voice. You take each other in for a full minute before he makes his way towards you.

Instinctively, you take a step back. Your ex was dead. You were there when he died. You went to his funeral. This man in front of you is a ghost.

Charlie doesn’t flinch at your reaction, instead taking another step and talking to you like you’re a frightened animal, “Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me, Charlie. Please baby, you’ve got to believe me. I’ve been trying to get back to you all this time and I’ve finally found you".

You shake your head but don’t move away from him, “h-how?”.

Charlie stretches his arms out towards you, “does it matter?”.

The room rushes back as you see Bucky’s metal arm come between you and Charlie, his voice comes out hard and guarded, “actually, yes it does matter. You’re supposed to be dead".

Your head was spinning far too fast to register the switch in Charlie as he replies with equal wariness and steel, “yes, I realise that. Can I have a moment with my girlfriend”. It was a statement, not a request despite the wording.

Bucky doesn’t budge, “I’m not sure, you’ll have to ask her". Neither of them takes their eyes off each other and you can feel the air get so thick with tension you wonder when the lightning is going to strike.

You shake your head like you can clear away the cobweb of memories. You lay a hand on Bucky’s arm but look to Charlie, “I guess you should come upstairs then”.

It doesn’t take long before you’re standing in the kitchen, a fresh pot of coffee made and silence to settle. You stand leaning against the counter, Charlie sits at the island nursing a mug, and Bucky leans against the entryway watching Charlie’s every move.

After Charlie takes a sip of his coffee, he looks to you with an annoyed but desperate look, “why does he have to be here? This isn’t how I imagined our reunion”.

You look from Bucky to Charlie before saying, “he’s staying, Charlie. Bucky is, well, he’s my boyfriend”.

You realise you’re holding your breath, but you can’t help it as you watch for Charlie’s reaction. You think you see shock, but it’s quickly masked by a guarded face that could only mean he was hurt, “oh, I see”.

Your heart squeezes a little and you find yourself speaking before you think, “it’s not like that, Charlie”.

You see Bucky give you a sharp look and your head starts to spin again. How the hell did you end up in this position? There was a time you couldn’t even get a guy to call you back and now you have 2 boyfriends? Well, kind of.

You scrub your hands down your face and let out a sigh before looking to Charlie, “what happened? I saw you die. Where have you been all this time?”.

Charlie nods like he was expecting these questions, “I don’t have all the answers. One second, I have a gun to my head and I’m watching you knowing my number is up and the next I wake up in a dark cell and get tortured for the next 3 years”.

Before you can say anything, Bucky cuts in with only two words, “prove it”.

Charlie stares daggers into Bucky and it leaves a prickly heat spread across your skin, “what the fuck man?”.

Bucky shrugs, unfazed by the aggressive tone, “I know the story. I was the one that found Y/N at a Hydra base. If you were really kept and tortured by Hydra for the last 3 years, there’d be proof”, Bucky pauses to wiggle his metal fingers, “trust me. I know”.

Charlie scraps the chair against the floor, the sound echoing around the room as he lifts up his shirt. Scars of all shapes and sizes criss cross his chest and stomach. It’s a sight that has you step towards him before you finally catch yourself. Your feelings are all over the place. You don’t even know what’s an appropriate reaction anymore.

Bucky is the one to speak again, “how did you escape?”.

Charlie looks to you, anger clearly blazing in his dark brown eyes, “what the fuck is with this guy?”.

They both look to you and it makes you feel like a mother being asked to pick between her children. You want to scream, you want to run, you want to hide, but you know this situation won’t sort itself out. It’ll still be a mess for when you come back.

You look at Bucky and your trust in him is unwavering, woven into the fabric of why you love him, that unbreakable trust.

You look to Charlie and you know you still love him, the man that grew up with you, the man that was taken from you.

You turn your back on them and place your hands on the kitchen counter. You needed a moment to think, to sort through the jumble in your head, without the feel of them watching everything you do. Without the expectations.

You let your shoulders slump and say without even turning around, “how did you escape Charlie?”.

The room goes quiet for a few moments before Charlie replies emotionless, “they let me go”.

Bucky barks out a dark laugh as you slowly turn to face him again. For the first time since you saw him suspicion starts to bloom, “you expect me to believe they just…let you go?”.

Charlie walks around the island towards you and you can practically feel Bucky like a livewire in the room. Charlie grips your upper arms and looks into your eyes with a sincerity that would be hard to fake, but maybe it was the close proximity that had you all out of whack.

Charlie murmurs, “would I lie to you babe? Give me the hard truth or pass me the hard liquor, remember?”.

You smile briefly at the old saying you used to share as you say, “you don’t know where the hard liquor is”.

Charlie grins, “I wouldn’t need to. It was always the hard truth. And telling you that they let me go is the hard truth exactly because of your reaction. If I wanted you to trust what I said straight off the bat I would have made something more convincing up”.

He had a point and it was hard to argue when he was there, standing in front of you. When he was solid flesh and breathing the same air as you. You feel your resolve crumble a bit as you whisper, “you’re really alive”.

Charlie pulls you into a hug as he nods against you, “yeah babe, I’m really alive and there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you”.

After a few moments Bucky’s voice fills the silence, “you want to hear another hard truth? It doesn’t make sense for Hydra to just let you go. It would be easier for them to kill you than to let you go unless you were still useful to them”.

You step away from Charlie at the sound of Bucky’s voice and turn to Bucky, “you’re probably right, but we have time to figure that out”.

Bucky shakes his head, looking down at the floor before finding your eyes again, “F.R.I.D.A.Y. can you watch our new guest while I talk to Y/N in private”.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. replies immediately, “of course, Barnes”.

You glance back at Charlie before following Bucky out of the room and all the way down the hall, out of earshot of the kitchen even for a super soldier.

Bucky shakes his head again, “I have a bad feeling about this, Doll”.

You roll your eyes, “I wonder why my current boyfriend has a bad feeling about my ex-boyfriend that was supposed to be dead but has come back?”.

Anger flares in his eyes, “it’s more than that, Y/N. There’s something that isn’t adding up, something we’re missing. You can’t tell me you don’t feel it to”.

You cross your arms, “I don’t actually”.

“Oh come on!-“.

“No, Buck. You come on. Someone I cared about…care about has come back from the grave and yes there are questions that need answers but…I saw him die Bucky, can’t I just have a few moments?”, you start the sentence angry but it ends in a whisper.

Bucky’s face softens at your tone. He wraps his arms around your waist to pull you into him, placing a hard kiss to the crown of your head. You breathe him in and take a moment to thank the stars for someone as understanding as Bucky.

Bucky murmurs into your hair, “I’m sorry, I get it, I just want to keep you safe. Besides, we can talk about it more at dinner tonight”.

You pull back slightly to look up at him, “I mean, we’re not going to dinner now”.

Bucky frowns, “what? Why?”.

You pull away from him to see if he was being serious, “did you not just listen to a word I said?”.

Bucky nods, “yeah, of course I did. But we’ve had this dinner planned for ages, Doll, we can’t cancel it now”.

You shake your head at him in disbelief, “it’s not every day that someone’s ex comes back from the dead, so I think that’s a good enough reason to skip the dinner just this once, Buck”.

You start to walk back to the kitchen when “no!”, bursts from Bucky.

You turn to look at him, anger heating up your skin, “what the hell is the matter with you, Barnes?!”

Bucky exhales heavily, head hung low. When he finally looks up at you, he’s wearing his boyish half grin like he’s just accepted the way life has dealt his hand, “this wasn’t how it was supposed to go, and I can’t believe my own goddamn luck”.

“What’s going on, Bucky?”, you ask, confusion tainting your words.

Bucky takes a deep breath before he pulls out a box. Your heart stops at the sight but it takes a few moments for your muddled brain to register what it is until he opens it. A perfect silver ring sits innocently inside.

Words abandon you as you stare at the man in front of you. Bucky says softly, “I was only pushy about dinner because I was going to propose tonight. I had the whole evening planned and everything. Everyone was involved…but the how and what and when doesn’t really matter. It’s the why. I love you, Y/N. More than I ever thought I could. I honestly don’t deserve you, but you make me a better man and my world is brighter with you in it. So, I want you to stay in it, forever”.

He closes the distance between you, but it gives you little comfort and you will him not to say the words, but he does, and it breaks your heart, “will you marry me?”.

[Are you going to marry Bucky Barnes? Make your choice...]

1st Choice 1 - Yes

1st Choice 2 - No

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Juice Ortiz x F!Reader

Combining 2 Anonymous requests for this: I was wondering if you could do a Juice x female reader, where reader has been kidnapped by a rival gang and beaten for info, that she doesn't spill. And, in a sort of exchange, two men stab her in front of the sons, including her old man (Juice), and she instantly rages and just does some out of the blue ninja shit that they didn't even know she could do, and takes them out before dropping to the floor. & what if, we/you had a scenario where the reader drops into the splits to trip up two guys because they're charging her or something - literally don't mind which guy is for the pairing and whether fluff or stuff ensues. I kinda just want to see it written in your style. Like, "since when could she do that" and, etc.

Warnings: language, depictions of violence, blood, injuries, murder

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written a fight fic but I think I did alright! Had to throw in a little bit of Juice being a lil softy because it isn’t truly a Juice fic from me without it haha. Enjoy! xo

SOA Taglist: @mijop @adela-topaz-caelon @masterlistforimagines @garbinge @chibsytelford @xladymacbethx @i-just-read-stuff (If you want to be tagged in my fics don’t hesitate to reach out and let me know!)

You’d been put in a lot of compromising positions because of your proximity to the club. You’d been hauled in for questioning more times than you could count, and you’d gone toe-to-toe with a lot of people that you never wanted to have to cross paths with again. Being involved with the Sons meant you had to know how to defend yourself, because they weren’t always going to be around to do it for you. They might be your second family, and you might be someone’s old lady, but for you that was never an excuse to not be able to handle your own shit.

Long before you even knew who Juice Ortiz was, you were involved with Samcro. Growing up in Charming you couldn’t avoid knowing about them, and somewhere along the lines during your rebellious teenage years, you fell into the fold of the club and the community that surrounded it. You went from a silent presence, to a true friend of the MC, to an old lady. It was the wildest ride but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

You remembered when Juice started prospecting—all smiles and full of jokes. If anyone had asked you for your opinion then, you would’ve said that the MC was going to chew him up and spit him out. But you would’ve been wrong, and in the midst of all the chaos the two of you ended up together. He was good for you, always kept you laughing. And you were good for him, too, helping him not spiral out and get ahead of himself—you kept him grounded. The bedlam was manageable when you faced it as a team.

All of that was running at hyper speed through your head as you found yourself bound to a chair in the back of an old warehouse. Being detained in an interrogation room at a police station was a stay at a five-star hotel compared to what you were going through now. It made you miss it. The metallic taste of blood coated the inside of your mouth. You spit it onto the concrete, staining it red. You mustered the deepest breath you could as you looked back up at the men who had taken you.

“I told you,” you shook your head, “I don’t know shit. And even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you,” you pulled against the restraints on your wrists, “I’m not a fucking rat.”

You felt another blow land to your stomach and you grunted, trying as hard as you could to bite back the pain. It was bad enough that you were stuck in this situation to begin with, you didn’t want to give any extra satisfaction of showing more pain than you had to. You were fidgeting and twisting your wrists relentlessly as you tried to loosen the binds. For a moment you thought that you were getting somewhere, but that sense of victory quickly got pushed to the side when you heard a clamoring coming from the other end of the warehouse. You had a feeling that you knew exactly who it was that was causing the ruckus, and you had never been so relieved to hear the yelling and cussing of some of your favorite men on the planet.

“Go!” one of the men shouted to the other, nodding in the direction of the noise, “Handle that. I’ll take care of her.”

As soon as the other man was a few strides away, you figured you weren’t going to have a better moment to try and catch him by surprise. You’d managed to wriggle one hand out of the rope that had previously been tied around it, and the slack gave you the opportunity to untangle the other. Your wrists were raw and bleeding but you didn’t care—you were closer to freedom than you’d been in hours.

You kept your hands behind your back and waited for the right moment. There was a gunshot and the man in front of you was visibly torn—not wanting to leave you unattended but also not wanting to leave his partner to face the gunfire alone. Neither them nor you even knew how many people the Sons had sent your way.

“Fuck,” he muttered and took one last look at you before taking off towards the chaos.

As soon as his back was turned you reached and freed your ankles. You stood up and ran at the man’s back. You leapt and threw your arms around his throat, choking him as you took him down to the ground. You collapsed on top of him, arms still tight around his neck as he attempted to elbow you off of him.

By that point, the two pockets of disarray found each other. You had no idea what had happened to the guys’ guns but there was no shooting as they approached you. You looked up for a moment to see your other assailant sprinting back towards you, and you assumed that he was being chased by at least Juice, if not someone else as well.

The split second made your grip falter just slightly, and the man underneath you flung his head backwards, hitting you directly in the nose. You cursed as it knocked you backwards, blood instantly beginning to gush out of your nose. You saw the man rising to his feet and you did as well, as quickly as you could manage.

The blood dripping from your nose completely faded from your mind as you assessed the situation in front of you. The man who had just given you your bloody nose reached down into his boot, pulling out a switchblade. You would’ve been lying if you said that it didn’t send a jolt of fear down your spine. Fighting two-to-one was difficult enough, but being outnumbered and one of them having a knife was pushing it even for you.

You stanced up, ready to fight and do whatever you had to do to survive. You were able to dodge a few blows from the man who was empty-handed, all the while keeping the knife in view. It was just a matter of time before the two of them closed in on you and you knew that, you were just trying to buy yourself enough time to get some backup.

There was a sharp pain in your side as you felt an arm wrap around your throat from behind. You screamed out in pain, eyes clenching shut for a moment as you tried to focus on anything besides the fact that you knew there was a blade sticking into your side.

When you opened your eyes you saw Juice and Chibs come crashing onto the scene. In all the time you’d known him, you had never seen Juice look so hurt, so angry as when he was taking in the scene in front of him. Just as he stepped in to try and help, you reached, yanking the knife out of your side and swinging your back to jam it into the thigh of the man behind you.

He grunted, grip on your throat tightening for only a moment before loosening as he leaned forward onto you. You took the brief moment of weakness to twist yourself and sweep his legs out from underneath him.

The other man ran at you and without thinking you dropped down, legs splitting as you tripped the man running at you. You swung your legs and body so that you were straddling the man you stabbed before you ripped the knife from his thigh and repeatedly sank it into his stomach and torso.

You were just about to turn around and finish the job when you were gripped tight by the back of your neck. You instinctively threw your elbow back and were rewarded with a cracking sound. Just as you spun your body around you saw that Chibs was already grabbing the man, pressing a knife to the base of his throat.

You weren’t sure if it was the relief of knowing you finally had a helping hand, or the blood loss from the stab wound in your side, but suddenly the tension began to disappear from your body. So much had happened in a matter of seconds that even you really couldn’t process it all. You stumbled a few steps before you felt Juice’s arms wrap around you to keep you from falling completely to the ground. You let him support your full body weight as you pressed your hand against the gash in your side.

“Get here faster next time,” you let out a humorless laugh as you shut your eyes, trying to ignore the searing pain that was spreading through your body.

“In our defense, love, you had it handled jus’ fine on yer own,” Chibs was walking towards you and Juice, wiping blood from the blade of his knife onto his jeans.

“Can we finish this conversation later?” Juice’s voice was dripping with concern as he tried to figure out the best way to help you move without making your injuries any worse.

“I’ll be fine,” you shook your head slightly, not expecting to feel so lightheaded.

“You ripped a knife out of your own body and killed somebody with it,” Juice couldn’t take his eyes off of your face that was streaked with sweat and blood, “and while seeing you Hulk out was shocking and impressive, you also did just about the dumbest thing you could do with a stab wound.”

“But it at least looked cool, right?”

He shook his head, “I can’t talk to you when you’re like this.”

You knew that his annoyance was rooted in concern. You would’ve been more concerned if they had shown up any later than they did. You weren’t going to heal up quickly by any means, but you’d survive. There was no doubt about that.

“I would’ve gotten that other guy too, you know,” you looked over at Chibs.

He chuckled as he stepped in, bracing the other side of you to help Juice assist you with walking, “I know. Just wanted in on the fun, that’s all. Next time I’ll leave it all to you.”

“There’s not gonna be a next time,” Juice shook his head, staring daggers at Chibs for even joking about the possibility.

“When yer all healed up, you’ll have to get the rest of us flexible enough to do that little drop and spin move ye did back there.”

You mustered what you could of a laugh as they helped you into the back of the van, “Liked that one, huh?”

“Will you stop making her talk?” Juice snapped.

Chibs held his hands up in mock surrender as he walked to the driver’s door, “Sorry. Jus’ didn’t know you were dating a lass who is a goddamn black belt.”

Juice stayed in the back with you, applying pressure to your side as he cradled your head in his lap. You could hear the unsteadiness in his breath as he tried to stay as calm as possible. He’d been in plenty of situations with bloodied and injured people before, but it was never you, it was never this bad. You reached and rested your hand on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze when you saw the sadness starting to creep into his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you tell him.

“Like what?”

“Like that,” you allowed yourself a small smile, “C’mon it’s gonna take more than a couple guys with some rope and a knife to do me in. I’m tougher than that.”

“I never said you weren’t tough.”

“I just feel like you should be a little more impressed, that’s all,” you laughed, immediately wincing once you did.

It got him to crack a small smile, “I’ll take the time to be impressed once you don’t have blood gushing out of your side or your face. Is that fair?”

“I guess,” you smiled, “I’d ask you to kiss me but I don’t think you want that right now.”

He dipped his head down, pressing his lips lightly against yours for a moment in a gentle kiss despite the blood all over your face, “That’s not to reward reckless behavior, you know.”

“All of our behavior is reckless,” you shook your head slightly.

“Oh sure,” Chibs piped up as he drove, “But I’m the one who was makin’ her talk.”

You smiled and Juice chuckled quietly. Both of you did fall into a comfortable silence after that, though. You listened to Chibs’ half of the conversation as he called to get medical help ready for you back at the clubhouse. You were just ready to get cleaned up. You could deal with the bandages and the stitches as long as you were able to take a shower and get the blood and grime off of you.

“I love you,” Juice’s voice was soft, “And I’m sor—”

You cut him off, “Just leave it at I love you.”

He smiled and you could see a little bit of the light return to his eyes, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

#soa #sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #juice ortiz #juice ortiz x reader #juice ortiz x you #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos #juan carlos ortiz #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

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xoruffitup · 5 years

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AITAF’s Broadway Show

WHERE DO I START? Okay, at the beginning, I guess - Deep breaths!

First, I want to describe the beautifully diverse group that came together for this extraordinary evening. It started with me and two amazing girls I met at SNL. (One being @reylonly <3) We sat together during the SNL dress rehearsal, exchanged phone numbers afterwards, and we’ve had the best group chat going ever since. My veteran dad came for me and @reylonly’s military ticket admission, while our third SNL friend had managed to connect with a colleague’s mother, who was an army nurse. The vet nurse loves theater and brought her husband as well, so we were a pretty inspiring group of all ages and backgrounds, and shared amazing conversation throughout the night.

The evening started with a very classy reception. We saw Joanne floating around talking to people and she looked stunninggg. The reception area wasn’t that big though, so we soon went down to the theater to find our seats.

We sat in the 5th row!! So when Adam came up to the front of the stage to give an introductory speech at the beginning about the inspiration to start AITAF, their 10-year anniversary, and to thank everyone who made the performance possible, I was just sitting there basking in awe and the fact that he was really THERE. TALKING. SO CLOSE. No, I would not get over it even at all for the following 2 and a half hours... :’)

I’ve read a bit of Sam Shepard but never seen True West performed live, but wow you could not ask for two better actors to play the main characters: Brothers Austin (Adam) and Lee (Michael Shannon). They said before they started the reading that they’d only rehearsed that afternoon, which is nothing short of INCREDIBLE, given how well these two played off each other. This play is full of furious, dark humor and there’s an edge of potential violence undercutting almost every scene, building the tension more and more until Austin finally tries to strangle Lee in the final scene. These two pushed and pulled at each other, getting in each other’s faces and needling each other with sharp words and insults. It was like the actors had been playing off each other for months; They knew just how to drive each other to the breaking point, and they were each brilliant in depicting the moments of rupture.

Adam highlights: There was an amazing section when Austin gets very drunk. Adam sang twice, the second time a hilarious mix of singing and shouting. He started the play wearing a blue t shirt with a grey sweater on top, but during this scene he pulled the sweater over his head, dragged it off, then bundled it up and stuffed it under his shirt. He walked around like that for a good five minutes. He half-fell against a wall and dropped to the floor, only to do a handstand and kick his feet up against the wall. (!!! This was AMAZING ahaha) At some point he did an INCREDIBLE coyote yelping noise. Another point, he talked with an entire mouthful of water and it fountained everywhere hilariously.

Lee bets Austin that he couldn’t steal any household appliances even if he wanted to, not even a toaster. (Lee steals a television early in the play.) This results in Austin stealing the entire neighborhood’s toasters and collecting them in their kitchen. (“There’s a lack of toast in the neighborhood this morning!” “You need breakfast... How about some toast?” “I love the smell of toast in the morning... it makes me feel like anything’s possible.”) All of Adam’s toast-related jokes were just killer. :’)

Obviously, Adam always looks stunning in person, but this time the highlight was unquestionably THE HAIR. The lush, long, majestic hair. There was a portion in the play when he knelt down at the front of the stage and put his head down on the floor, and !!!! THAT HEAD OF STUNNING STELLAR HAIR WOW. There was also A LOT of pushing his hair back with his hands and it got me every. single. damn. time. Be still my beating heart. (it never does when Adam’s involved...)

After the play ended, the cast stayed on stage for the Q&A, joined by the Director. Adam facilitated some discussion among the actors on their previous participation in AITAF events, and the differences between acting on stage and in film. Then he opened it up for questions from the audience.

Q&A highlights:

Someone asked how Adam manages to create a sense of intimacy in all his scenes, even when working on big films. The title “King of micro-expressions” was used, asking whether that aspect is intentional. Adam first reacted with his typical “what-me-talented?-crazy” look of skepticism, but then LOL he just bust out into every ridiculous face he could think of, to show off those micro expressions. It was SO PRESH AND FUNNY.

A few questions later, someone asked what advice he would give to his younger self while he was in the Marines, if he had a chance. Adam’s initial joke response was just: “Microexpressions” and everyone lost it.

Okay this was hands down the purest moment! The cast on stage couldn’t really see up into the balcony because of the lights, so at first Adam shaded his eyes and squinted real hard when a woman in the balcony started her question with “Hi Adam, we crossed paths back in Mishawaka a few times.” Then Adam saw who it was, grinned, and told everyone it was his high school drama teacher!! As she then began her question, she suddenly got extremely emotional and I couldn’t see it, but heard in her voice she was already or would shortly start to cry. After a moment she managed to finish her question - Whether the people Adam meets and performs for when he travels to military bases talk to him afterwards to thank him for sharing his talent and the gift of his craft. It made me a little choked up too, not gonna lie, to hear someone who knew and had some role in Adam’s earliest forays into theater, be overcome by seeing how far he’s come and all the manifold ways he puts his singular talent to use to better the world around him.

I ASKED A QUESTION AND I WAS SO CLOSE THAT HE AND I TALKED DIRECTLY TO EACH OTHER, HE LOOKED STRAIGHT AT ME AS HE ANSWERED AND IT WAS LIKE HAPPY FIREWORKS GOING OFF IN MY WHOLE BODY AHHHHHHHH. I asked him about how he’s seen attitudes change towards AITAF’s work throughout its whole 10-year journey, and I’d like to think he appreciated the question for his reflections back to their first performance and how far they’ve come since then. Video here because my friend is amazing!!!!

A SECOND BULLET DEDICATED JUST TO MY AMAZED DISBELIEF THAT ADAM SPOKE TO ME. Like, he responded to words that came out of my mouth and I somehow managed to speak said words while speaking directly to him?? SLAP ME IM DREAMING :’’’D How did I actually manage to keep myself together while in close proximity to him?! Let alone speaking directly to him?!!! I SURPRISE EVEN MYSELF. But then again, Adam seems to make the impossible possible :’)

I frequently watch theater, but tonight was really a thrilling surprise. I KNEW Adam would be stellar, of course, but I didn’t know if any of the play’s power would be lost with it just being performed as a reading. To the contrary, the performance style may have even made it better! There’s a lot of raw, angry energy in this play, and this stripped-down reading was performed with an immediacy and visceral energy I’ve rarely ever seen on stage. The movements weren’t all blocked out and planned; There was no shuffling of people or props on or off stage; There were no protracted pauses or fancy stage effects to build an atmosphere around the actors; They created everything with just their voices, words, and bodies.

I’m so, SO immensely grateful I got to attend tonight, because this might have been even better than seeing Adam in a full play. Tonight was unfiltered and instinctive, Adam just going for it and throwing everything into the part for a solid, uninterrupted 2 hours. It was equally stunning to see him just remove himself from the whole 2-hour buildup of angry tension as he started the Q&A. (Though there was a laugh among the audience when Adam turned to Michael Shannon for the first time in the Q&A, like “sure you guys really don’t want to strangle each other?”)

Tonight was wonderful and wholesome, moving and inspiring from start to finish. From the people I shared the evening with, to the frank dialogues that occurred during the Q&A about negative stigmas sometimes attached to the arts within the military, to testimonials of how AITAF’s programming guided military families into shared engagement with the arts. It was wonderful to hear the military audience around me responding with genuine enthusiasm to Adam’s initial introduction, applauding and voicing agreement. I appreciated the chance to hear Adam speak so candidly and enthusiastically about his passion project; Just as much as I appreciated slapping @reylonly’s leg and whispering “Why are his feet so cute?” and “Look at his HAIR.” :’)

TL;DR TAKEAWAY: Adam is truly insanely talented and his selfless commitment to AITAF’s goal of bringing theater to military audiences as an enhanced outlet of self-expression is so, so admirable. This man is never in it for himself, and only puts himself in center stage when there’s a larger utility for doing so. You could see that tonight, when he’d realize he was the only one answering two or three questions in a row and would look around self-consciously to his fellow cast members and say “I feel like I’m monopolizing the conversation” or “Feel free to stop me anytime... jump in anYTIME, GUYS, ANYTIME.” (<Increasingly anxiously)

SOMEHOW, Adam succeeded in the impossible tonight: Making me love him even more. But perhaps having him gazing right at me as he spoke to me was sure to have that effect :’D

Nope, still have no fucking clue how I managed it or how I survived. :’’’)

#Adam Driver #AITAF #Sorry for the grainy pics but I still wanted to use them #Please feel free to ask me anything at all about the event!#Would love to talk about it moreee : D #Would love to talk about it forever!!#Arts In The Armed Forces #driverdaily

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jinships-ideas · 5 years

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BTS Run 59 & 60 - The Jin Harem

I took a short break but here’s the 2-part special! 58 will be up soon (hopefully) Let’s just begin~

We start off this Hotel episode with a cheap yoonjin knee-touch moment!

You know what?

After the yoonjin drought that was 57 & 58,

WE’LL GLADLY TAKE IT!

Joon eyeing Jin scratching his leg

Petition for Yoonjinjoon to always be seated next to each other

Our OT3 heart is weeping in joy

Jimin using Jin’s knee to push himself forward~

Small but very appreciated Jinmin moment right there!

Namjin Handshake after discovering they were partners

Yoongs: Really? In front of my salad?

Joon scooting closer to Jin

T^T

Namjin being off in their own isolated side

T^T

Dear Namjin,

You’ve been missed

Look at these nerds looking so ecstatic about being ‘Team Kim Seokjin’

WhO nEeDs JiN wHeN wE cAn BeCoMe JiN?

Jin: But I’m Right here? Team Kim Seokjin: LOLOLOLOL

2 more nerds joined in with the Seokjin Team train

Jin: Really? Ya’ll just gonna do me like this? Joon: Nah. This ain’t it

The infamous ‘couple watch’ that got Namjin shippers worldwide crying

Namjinists: WHO SAID NAMJIN WAS DEAD? Namjin: We did.

Touchy Jin back at it again

His willing target: Joon

Chim really threw himself to shove Jin with a whole Tae in between...

MAD UWU VIBES

JOON FINALLY BRAVED HIMSELF TO TOUCH JIN’S THIGH

Tae: This ain’t it Chim: *not accepting what just happened* Yoongs: Keep yo hands to yourself or you won’t have any JK: My fists can fly all the way there. Hobi: Enjoy it while you can... I’ll unalive you later

Biggest mystery: HOW TF is JIN STILL ALIVE WHEN HE IS IN SUCH CLOSE PROXIMITY TO JOON’S MEGA-WATT SMILE??

Tae smiling to himself at Jin’s incorrect team name

Tae kindly reminding Jin his ACTUAL team name

:’)

Kim seokjin’s guardian angel back at it with his job

On the other hand...

JK looks so happy after the Producer teased Jin about his incorrect answer

The editors are such cowards to not give us a full shot angle of Joon grabbing Jin’s wrists with a full on happy smile

GIVE US THE NAMJIN CONTENT WE DESERVE!!!

Namjin: *flirting* Chim: *Represents us Namjin shippers* YESSSSS Tae: *non-namjin shippers* I did NOT ask for this

Jk smiling after he corrected Jin’s team name

Jk is that guy that enjoys teasing his crush but feels happy after helping them too

LOOK AT NAMJIN’S HAPPINESS AFTER (They think) THEY GOT THE RIGHT ANSWER

In the excitement, Jin actually grabbed Joon’s whistle

But he let it go so Joon could properly grasp his hands in his own

THIS IS NAMJIN

The show producer: Not the hero we asked for, but the hero we needed

We have Jin laughing while looking at Joon since he messed up their team name (for the umpteenth time)

We have Chim laughing at Jin’s mistake

JINMIN spotted with matching scrunched up laughing faces

JK laughing at Jin’s mistake and cuteness

Namjin - Lost the point

But did they really lose though?

When they are looking like a million bucks while being so happy?

Jin CLEARLY was gunning for a hug

BUT JOON THE COWARD PUT UP HIS HANDS

So Jin switched for a hand grab instead

We may have lost a Namjin Hug scene

But we will gladly accept any penny of Namjin content we can get...

Let it remain though, that Jin was AIMING FOR A HUG...

Jin JUMPED UP in excitement

Namjin: *finally gets the point*

Joon: *did NOT get the point that Jin was aiming for a hug*

All the members looking glad for Namjin’s point XD

they really SUCKED at the game so much that the others are glad for them

Yoongs staring at Jin from afar...

Ft. WTF is Jimin doing, rubbing Tae’s knee for no reason while sitting like a penguin?

IDK why, but I’M HERE FOR IT.

A post about Vmin moments?

Jimin is US

HE IS ONE OF US NAMJIN SHIPPERS

Jimin: *A full-fledged Namjinist* Tae: *someone in the midst of becoming a full-fledge Namjinist*

Jimin: *trying to convert his fellow members to be Namjinists* Yoongs: Ok fine... Namjin is Kinda cute JK: I’m Onboard this Namjin train Hobi: *Still unconvinced*

THIS IS SO COUPLE-LIKE?

Person A whining and complaining about being teased by X to Person B

Meanwhile, Person B just enjoying his view of Person A

Jin casually looking at Joon’s face for inspiration...

T^T

He even gulped while staring at Joon...

If it’s not obvious by now, Namjin are just flaunting their moments in this entire hotel-based run

Jin: *literally falling due to a lack of balance since his legs are lifted*

Jin: *DOES NOT LET THE OPPORTUNITY OF HOLDING JOON’S HAND GO*

THIS IS PURE BLISS

For them and for us

Of course, Joon never leaves anyone asking for a high-5 hanging

The same can’t be said about the rest of BTS though...

-Insert sad violin music + all the times Joon’s hand has been left ignored-

Jin casually stroking Joon’s arms

Jin also proceeds to rant and nag Joon about not participating even when he knows Joon can get the point

Tae: That should be me...

Hands on thigh

all day every day

Of course, Joon gets hit when he gets it wrong XD

BLESS THIS ENTIRE 2 EPISODES

It has given us more Namjin content than the crumbs we’ve gotten for the past 2-3 years T^T

Jin instinctively reaches for the arm that is close to him...

But he pushes it away after realizing that Tae was fishing for the answer from Joon

BIGGEST UWU

Credit: Hobi who made Jin smile like this

Tae... Jin isn’t in your team XD

Don’t discuss with him

Tae listening in on Namjin XD

HAHAHAHAAH

OMG

NAMJOON WAS GIVING JIN FINGER HEARTS

OMGOMGOMGOMG

I touch you

You touch me

We’re just happy Namjinists~

(Please read in the Barney theme song tune)

I’M SHAKING

JIN?

FALLING INTO JOON?

YES PLEASE

Joon looks as though Jin sucker punched his arm or something XD

Don’t worry, he was groaning at getting the lyrics wrong, not from jin’s soft slap across his arm

Joon’s guns can take a few hits from jin

Namjoon? non non

ARMJoon is what he is

You think that’s it? NON NON

We are jumping straight into episode 60!

Let’s Get it~

Bubbly Jin casually touching Tae’s exposed knee~

Joon swerving out of Jin’s reach after he got the translations wrong

He knew he was gonna get hit

This is domestic

Noobs? NO

Noots? YES

Now we know, Jin nags/scolds in uwu-mode

noot!Jin with his pouty lips ranting at Joon for not trying hard enough at the game

(Please jin, you didn’t even get any right XD let Joon live XD )

JUSTICEFORJIMIN2K19

I love Joon, I love Jin

BUT LET’S BE REAL

JIMIN DID FANTASTIC

He practically gave everyone the answer but got snubbed XD

JUSTICEFORJIMIN!!!

Jin shaking his hand around until Joon grabs it

DOMESTICITY AT IT’S FINEST

That Taejin eye contact

Ft. Jin’s smile at Tae’s adorableness

(Notes: I actually have the same bunny hat thingy and being the crackhead that I am, I wore it while re-watching + writing this post)

This is crackhead culture

Jin: Let me just put my xxthousand dollars watch on this white fluffy thing

Tae’s cute face when he saw Jin’s antics

TAEJIN IS SO FCKING GREAT

WE LIVE

Ft. Namjoon eyeing the whole exchange

What do you know?

Namjoon immediately does the same with his xxthousand dollars watch

Namjin = crackhead duo

Couple watch + couple watch on bunny hat

Jin and Tae whining about wanting to eliminate Hobi from the game since he failed the round

Production team loves hobi ok? LET HIM LIVE

Hobi shooting love rays at Jin with his aegyo voice and his flapping bunny ears~

FORGIVE HIM JIN!

LOOK AT THE ADORABLENESS

HOW DO YOU NOT?!

Jin cheekily laughing it off when Joon whined about Jin’s team-kill move

Ft. Tae patting Jin’s back

Jin: Your name was all I could remember

IF THAT AIN’T A CONFESSION OF SORTS, IDK WHAT IS

That’s some romantic shit ok?

After that line, Jin proceeds to put his hand on Joon’s leg...

Mayhaps I’m a happy Namjinist

Ft. Bangtan being fellow Namjin shippers

Jin cheering on bunny!Joon who is up against real!bunny!JK with a smack on the back

Cheap!Jinmin moment where chim’s foot touches jin’s

But we’re desperate rn so we’ll take all that we can get

Tae’s knee touching Jin’s leg~

There’s plenty of space and Jin even lifted his legs to take up more space but...

Taejin: MUST.BE.CLOSER

Once again, Jimin is channeling his inner Namjinist

Mayhaps I alive’nt

Jin: Why are you snacking when there’s a priceless snacc right beside you? Joon: *nom* Jin: HECK! I’M AN ENTIRE FULL-COURSE MEAL!

Touchy Jin back at it again

His small and subtle nudges sends

His cotton bud fists

T^T

Dear Namjin,

Please NVR stop flirting

Sincerely,

EVERYONE

Jin’s little happy grab

Joon looking pleased AF

Happy Namjin is the BEST Namjin

NAMJOON YOU BIG DUMB DUMB

JIN OBVIOUSLY WANTED A HUG FROM YOU

T^T

HUGSFORJIN2K19

Because of Joon’s bad timing, they ended up with hand holding again

Joon you dummy

Jin CLEARLY GRabbed ONTO JOON’S HAND

but Joon the panicked boy hand to snatch his hand out of jin’s cotton bud grip

KIM NAMJOON. STOP PULLING AWAY!!!

As much as I nag about Joon ruining Namjin moments...

Is his arm alright?

Jin has hit it for god knows how many times...

PLease let ARMJOON be ok...

Tae: Seriously? Haven’t they had enough? Yoongs: That could’ve been me... JK: JUST SAY YOU WANT TO HOLD HIS HAND AND GO Joon: Who cares what you gays think. I’m marrying him. Chim: I’ve honestly seen enough Namjin for a long time Hobi: Disgusting

JUST HOLD HIS HAND FFS JOON

Yoongi becomes humble in front of a nagging Jin

IF THAT AINT DOMESTiCITY

Taejinists, we got some crumbs too!

This frame might seem normal to you guys

BUT take note that Jin was sitting with his right leg outstretched behind Joon

Which means when Joon leaned back, his arm was encasing Jin’s leg towards himself...

See it to believe it

This is some boyfriend culture right there

Namjoon probably thought no one would notice since everyone was distracted with the candy counting

BUT WE SEE IT ALL

T^T

Tae complaining that his scissors was ignored to a smiley jin

Jinnie happily hitting Joon before leaning into Joon’s thigh

Seriously those 2 are so domestic

WE LOVE

Is this love, yeah Is this love, yeah Sometimes I know, yeah Sometimes I don't, yeah

They’ve got both hands clutched together

IF THIS AIN’T YOUR SHIP

IDK WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

Happiness radiates off them

There’s probably so many mentions of them leaning into each other to whisper already

But this bij will never get tired of it

This is Namjin teasing Jimin about his phrasing of words

Namjin are the evil uncles that make fun of the ones younger than them

They are being so comfortable with each other

Jin’s knee is practically on Joon’s thigh

And they are leaning against each other’s side

T^T

We’ve REALLY missed Namjin a lot

BLESS THIS TEamINg

That’s all for this post!

Hopefully, BTS Run 58 - The Jin Harem will come soon...

Hope you guys enjoyed the 2-part special!

Until Next time~

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nomenace · 6 years

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no menace

NO MENACE

I remember this day in detail from start to finish, the same way I remember most days, and I will share the facts with you here. The summary, because I feel it's disrespectful to the severity of this subject to bring anyone through the stress of a long, detailed story without first cutting to the point, is that not only did I not assault this person or any person but I also did not endeavour to disregard their boundaries, needs or communications at any point. I never knowingly violated consent (that qualifying adverb necessary only because I intend to respectfully regard M’s account as a good-faith telling of their experience, just as I trust my own) but acted in what I believed was careful if heady responsiveness to my partner in an unexpected intimate encounter initiated by M. To hear that this was not their experience was shocking, vertiginous, nearly impossible to metabolise, especially as the language online morphed from the already patently false “assault” to “rape”; neither descriptor having any place in a retelling of this evening. Though I know that declarations of my own character have no way of being externally verified except through my actions, which I will endeavour to lay out for public scrutiny, I must here personally affirm the essential nature of autonomy and consent. The violence of knowing boundary-violation, the usurpation of commandment over your own body, these are unacceptable wrongs. In all intimate encounters that I am blessed to experience, I seek to proceed based on the signals I receive from my partner.

The Events of That Day

I fly into Denton, Texas early, around 2pm and loaded into the venue where I am greeted by the day staff. I eventually settled into the venue’s greenroom to plan my set and go over the managerial details involved with this first leg of the tour. I wind up making many trips up and down the stairs from the greenroom to the main room, handling various gear set up on stage and merch table business; the room is still sparsely attended with early-arrivers. By my 5th or so trip up and down I have become conspicuously aware that the person sitting at the table just at the foot of this stairwell is staring more consistently at me than anyone in the room; a fond smile on her face, seeming eager to engage. This is “M”. As the crowd grew and the proximity borne of limited space necessitating a polite acknowledgment of one’s fellow human looking directly at you with pleasantness, I say “Hello” to her and her entire table of friends. This leads to conversation with them; they invite me out to their car to smoke and I, fresh off a TSA search, agree. As the openers played their set inside, we engaged in high-minded small talk. I enjoyed their company; they were warm, clever and kept the pace of their amusing quips rapid. It was a positive connection. M and I exchanged numbers before we all parted ways.

The show itself went fine except for my own blundering of my tour manager duties, neglecting to coordinate properly with the person whose floor had been my intended bed for that night, leaving me stranded at 2am in a sunset town with no hotels. I texted M for some intel (because she seemed like the proverbial homie), explaining that my lodging plans had fallen through and inquiring about anything at all that could possibly be open in town at this hour (the internet having yielded nothing) where I could wait out the handful of hours until my flight. She volunteers that she lives near the airport and agrees to “adopt” me for a few hours, offering to pick me up as she was still out and about. The text exchange was 100% platonic and lightheartedly friendly, in no way leaning towards a suggestion of anything more than shelter for enough time to hopefully get a REM cycle in before the next leg of my journey to Canada in the morning. It wasn’t until she picked me up and I, along with my tour-bus-of-one (large, heavy bags of various metal music cubes, equipment, merchandise and luggage) were loaded up and driving towards her place that she let me know that her roommate or a friend might come by later (it was already almost 3am).

Assuming that I would be sleeping on a couch, I thought little of this announcement; thinking they would be doing their thing in their room/space and she was letting me know that people would be coming and going as I slept, no problem. Had I known explicitly what that would wind up meaning for our sleeping arrangement, I would have taken exception to the generous offer as I was thoroughly spent and desperately in need of sleep. Better to half-sleep in an airport like a mother bird over my equipment than to go knowingly into the space that it would later turn out had already been imagined for at that point.

I unloaded the car and squeezed in half-steps into the Denton flat. Exhausted and ready to power down, the first thing I do when I enter the door is put my stuff down next to the couch that I imagine I will be sleeping on; it is to the right of me. Here is where I got the key surprise of the evening... M says that I can’t stay in the living room as her friends would need the space buuut that there was room in her bedroom for me... I take 5 steps forward and find myself looking into a tiny bedroom, a bedroom so small and cluttered that I can not only not see the floor but can’t imagine that my stuff and two people could fit in such a space.

I regret not being more proactively inquisitive about the offer of shelter over text now of course, but at no point was it made clear to me that I would be sharing a small bed with this person in a room where sleeping on the floor was not an option.

...but I went with it because I am easy going and road-tested, even though I was not looking forward to being trapped in a box.

So I squeeze my one-man-band of bags and limbs into the space capsule of a room and find that the only place I can go, or put myself, is the bed. The door is shut behind me. This entire time, our conversation is being lead by her post-show euphoria and my subtle but increasing uneasiness, but still we are fully engaged and enjoying each other’s company. I can hear that multiple people are arriving and she continuously leaves the room and comes back, closing the door behind her everytime and not once inviting me out into the living room. I’m not sure who all is out there but I believe I spot one of the people we were sitting in the car with before the show during one of M’s trips in and out of the room. It’s uncomfortable but I’m going with it, grateful for the kindness and willing to follow her lead in her space without indulging in complaints or voicing my unease, fully aware that she has gone out of her way to help me out of a travel crisis. I have to go to the bathroom but somehow feel distinctly from her cues that it would be unwelcome for me to go into the living room, so I repress the urge. She offers me weed and then, as I sit on the edge of her bed smoking, fully clothed, she takes off her pants, now down to a blue street fighter tee and underwear. This surprises me, as I wasn’t planning on seeing her in any state of undress or exploring the option of a potential romantic entanglement. Another women at the show offered to take me home with her earlier in the evening in an explicitly sexual context but I politely declined; not even thinking about it twice, as I was just not interested in seeking out intimacy that night for multiple reasons. I point this out because I take deep exception to the sex-crazed demon I would read me as in M’s statement if I didn’t have the advantage of being there. I am merely single, compliant and open, my nature being more inclined towards going with the flow than not (this has always been the safer choice for me and thus has become my instinct) and this was a lovely person to boot(relative to the region) with whom I seemed to share sympathies and interests. I’m still sitting on the foot of the bed and she gets in next to me, laying down onto her stomach and rolling up against my body, draping her leg onto me. This is the first physical contact between us. I touch her and she leans into my hand in a slow gyration, pushing sensually into my palm; I move my hands up to her butt and she looks back at me grinning sweetly, smiling directly into my eyes. I continued to massage her legs, butt and lower back, never touching her genitals or chest at any point in our time together. At no point does she freeze or physically disengage. She continued to use body language to communicate her appreciation of the massage. She would later text me fond recollections of these moments and of the entire encounter. As we cuddled, she said that she has slept with a friend of mine, a confession that I interpreted as considerate, as maybe she thought I would be hurt if I were to find this out after we were any further intimate with each other. I would do the same thing. I paused for the conversation, assuring her that this did not bother me, thanking her for letting me know.

After this break in the intimacy for some adult conversation, she goes back out to the party with her friends again (all I can hear is music and laughing), returning shortly to climb back into bed in the same position she was in before and we continued cuddling. We are both touching each other when I moved to undress myself and the back of her hand brushes against my penis. She lets me know that she doesn’t want to escalate in this way by shaking her head and pulling her hand out from between our bodies. I apologise and immediately redress myself, and we return to the simple cuddling that we had already been consensually engaged in. We then settled into bed in a position for sleeping, touching still, both lamenting our super early mornings in conversation, speaking fondly to each other.

I fell asleep and awoke two hours later, making sure not to wake M as I left for the airport. We would discuss that moment of my tentative escalation over text the next day as well, me apologising for getting too excited in that moment. I believed I was acting in line with a mutual escalation of intimacy. The moment it was clear that she wanted things to remain at the level they were, I complied happily, responding to her and apologising for my assumption. I regret not discussing/getting confirmation for that assumption aloud first, for example by saying “Would you like me to get undressed / would you like to go further?”, etc.

This telling of the evening’s facts might be a rebuttal to any implication of my ill-intent, but I know that intent and perception/reception are often incongruous in human interaction and I do not wish to invalidate M’s perception or experience. I am deeply sorry that she experienced any negativity during time spent with me as I would never knowingly inflict that on another person or feel entitled to the exertion of my will at the expense of their discomfort.- There are things in her account that are objectively untrue and not subject to perception, but I don’t feel that they are all worth outlining here. She would later tell me over text that she had been drinking heavily that entire night, presumably every time she went out to the party in the living room with her friends? I had no idea at the time that she was in such a state as I didn’t see any of this drinking, nor did she mention it or seem anything other than sober. One example of the incongruity that I will mention is her specific claim that she offered me a “pillow and blanket for the couch”, suggesting that she was hinting that I go sleep on it. This is untrue and also impossible as the couch was my first desire and remained explicitly unavailable to me for all of the 2-3 hours of my time there; occupied as it was by people and circumstances that were never fully explained. She also indicates that she missed an appointment the next morning because of our encounter and an article on the matter said she couldn’t leave her room the next day but text messages she sent me show that she “bailed” on the event intentionally and that she “got other important things done instead”. Our text conversation after this evening was sweet and positive, characterised by M sending sexual pictures and selfies as well as fond recollections of the time we spent together. The only indication of anything even vaguely negative in our text exchange was my apology for my over-excitement in that fleeting moment, an apology to which her response was “I was excited too”.

Before this written telling of the perception of my ill-intent on this night were brought to me, my psychic limitations were already splintering this year (under the weight of unrelated forces that I have hinted at but will discuss at a later date) and I just didn’t have the spoons to know how to engage with this accusation of crimes that I did not commit. There are further aspects to this that I don’t feel are appropriate to go into in this statement but I will take this opportunity to apologise to my fans for taking so long to be able to tell my story. I wish I could have addressed your concerns sooner.

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ferryboatpeak · 7 years

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*chants* headcanons headcanons headcanons ! Also I'm loving all of your little observations on the Jamaican idyll so far!

Bless you for your interestin my Cocosan headcanons. In gratitude, I am answering this inquiry with ficlets.

First, let’s talk for amoment about Harry getting the master suite (the only Cocosan bedroomassignment that is #confirmed by HS:BTA). I see at least two options for how this went down.

Option A:

Harry claims the mastersuite without a second thought, like it’s his due. When he arrives, he lopesupstairs and straight out onto the balcony, spreading his arms wide to touchboth edges of the view over the ocean. It feels like his chest isn’t big enoughto contain his happiness at being here, hidden away but still the center ofattention, doing exactly what he wants to do.

Option B:

When they arrive, Harryleaves Jeff Azoff to oversee unloading the van and heads through the housetoward the pool. He strips to his pants and jumps in, washing away the planeflight and feeling his body settle into Jamaica.

After a few laps, he pullsup on the side of the pool and rests his chin on his forearms, looking outthrough the tops of the palm trees toward the ocean. Harry hears the slap offlip-flops approaching, and turns to see Jeff rolling up his cuffs at the topof the pool stairs. He wades down to the second step and sits on the edge ofthe pool, feet submerged and a bottle of Red Stripe in his hand.

“Your stuff’s in the master upstairs,”Jeff says.

That feels a little weird.“Should we save it for Jeff?” Harry asks, brow furrowing. “Or do you want it?”

Jeff rolls his eyes. “Harry,you’re in charge here,” he says. “You’ve got to act like it.”

Now, onward to the othersuites. Photos and hitch ficlets below the jump…

Comparing interior andexterior photos, I have reached the following conclusions about the locationsof the six named Cocosan suites:

There is also anunadvertised seventh suite,which is almost certainly on the lower level.

I’m assuming that big dogJeff Bhasker got the Junior Master, the second-best suite after Harry’s. I alsothink that Jeff Azoff orchestrated the room assignments but knows his place,and would therefore claim the Veranda Suite, the third-best suite because it’sthe only other room with a balcony. (The Veranda Suite is also in closeproximity to Harry, which I believe to be a priority for Jeff.)*

Here’s where it getsinteresting. There’s one room left upstairs: the Rock Suite. It has a view aaaaaaaandis conveniently next door to Harry. There are two more rooms on the main floor– the Garden Suite and the Pool Suite – and the secret seventh basement suite.

Our remaining personnelinclude Tyler Johnson (Grammy-nominated songwriter, clearly next in thehierarchy after Jeff B.), guitarist and producer Alex Salibian, engineer andMitch’s roommate Ryan Nasci, and Mitch (who needs no introduction).

So what does Harry Styles dowith this? And by “Harry Styles,” I mean “Jeff Azoff, acting either underHarry’s orders or with a well-honed instinct for what will keep Harry happy.”Giving Tyler the Rock Suite and putting Mitch and Ryan (roommates, bandmates,friends) together on the main floor would be logical. Alex takesthe basement.

But Harry Styles is not acreature of logic. He is a creature of emotion. And his emotions are tellinghim that Jamaica is the perfect time to make a move on Mitch, because Harry,who came of age with his hand on at least one bandmate’s dick at all times,does not understand that it is possible to work collaboratively and admiresomeone’s talent without crossing all that person’s boundaries and stickingyour tongue down his throat. So the other possibility is that Harry insistsupon Mitch being right next door in the Rock Suite.

OptionA:

The sky over the ocean is faintlypink when Mitch pulls on his pajama bottoms and pads down the stairs, gritsticking to the bottoms of his feet.

He’s right in the center ofthe staircase, nowhere to hide, when the swinging door to the kitchen thumps openand Ryan emerges with both hands wrapped around a coffee mug. Mitch suppressesa cringe.

Ryan stops when he seesMitch. “Really?” he says, eyebrows raised.

“We were watching a movie,”Mitch says, trying not to break stride on his way through the front hall. “Ifell asleep.” (The truth, although a highly selective version of it.)

“Sure,” Ryan says, drawingout the vowel. “That’s just happened every night for a week, right?”

“What do you care?” Even asthe words come out of his mouth, Mitch knows they’re not fair. He’s only herebecause of Ryan, and Ryan’s here at the whim of Tyler and Jeff. He can’t blameRyan for being worried about his own ass.

Ryan sighs. “Just don’t fuckthis up.”

And that’s the last thingMitch wants. He’d feel terrible if he ruined anything for Ryan just becauseHarry Styles can’t keep his dick in his pants for two months and Mitch can’tsay no, wouldn’t want to say no, is more overwhelmed by Harry than he’s everbeen by another human being, is later than usual coming downstairs this morningto his own cold and comfortable bed because he kept telling himself justanother five more minutes and then he’d unwrap his arm from around Harry’s waistand unbury his nose from the back of Harry’s sleep-scented neck.

So he can’t blame Ryan for worrying about Mitch fucking up thiswhole situation. It’s just that ever since Harry leaned over the guitar inMitch’s lap to kiss him, with his wide mouth warm and his rings cool againstMitch’s cheek, there hasn’t been a single option that doesn’t seem likely to fuckit up somehow.

Option B:

It’s a little strange whenJeff Azoff points Mitch up the stairs and sends Ryan to the back of the groundlevel, but Mitch isn’t going to question the room assignments. He’s not goingto question anything. Jeff could tell him to sleep in the driveway and Mitchwould smile and thank him.

He finds the room Jeff described,just off the top of the stairs. It’s got three windows that look out over thepool to the ocean. Mitch opens one to see if there’s a sea breeze. Then he turnsup the air conditioner. What the hell, he’s not paying the electric bill.

Someone knocks on the doorframe while Mitch has his nose pressed to the window screen. He turns to seeHarry leaning against the doorway. He’s either on his way to the pool or he’s justcome from there, based on his yellow trunks. They’re somehow smaller than swimtrunks ought to be.

Mitch reminds himself tomake eye contact. It seems less dangerous than the swim trunks.

Twelve seconds later, Mitchremembers that eye contact with Harry is exhausting. “Do you like the room?”Harry finally asks.

“Yeah, it’s great.” Mitchseizes the excuse to turn back toward the window. “Love the view.”

Harry joins him, leaning hisbare shoulder into the window frame, closer to Mitch than there’s any reasonfor him to be.

“If you need anything,”Harry says, rubbing his thumb and index finger along his lower lip, “I’m rightnext door.”

*note: I am aware that Jeff Azoff may not have hungout in Jamaica for a full two months. More likely, he visited briefly and didnot stay at Cocosan. (Probably he and Glynne stayed someplace even nicer, certainlysomeplace with a bed big enough for Harry to join them for a night or two.) Buthe’s in the BTA Jamaica footage, so I’m going with Jeff A. as the roomassignment sergeant.

#hitch #jamaican idyll #cocosan #fic #it is so goddamned hard #to tell all these shaggy white guys apart #mitch/nick anons i promise i am working on it #sorry i got distracted/obsessed by cocosan #ngl i looked at the satellite photo #fun fact:#that weird pig statute in the album photo book #is in the front hallway at cocosan #and if you look at the photos #you can tell that jeff b set up a keyboard right there #and there's guitars all around #who needs a studio when you have a villa

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The Ghost Of You

Bucky x Reader

Oneshot?

Word Count: 2,781

Summary: Request - I'mma add to the angst and request a fic where your ex which you thought to be dead was discovered to be alive and due to conflicted feelings you say no to Bucky when he proposes to you, the rest is up to you bc you are a fantastic writer 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

Warnings: Angst, swearing, Fluff, mentions of torture and scars, Cliffhanger

A/N: This took a mind of its own. Thank you for the request Nonnie! Hope it was what you had in mind? Enjoy Lovelies!

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