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kuroopaisen · 3 years

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takes one to know one || fushiguro megumi

➵ megumi just wants to buy some flowers from the nice stall attendant he definitely doesn’t have a crush on in peace. gojou has other plans.

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warnings: gn!reader, incoherent chaos

a/n: gracie dearest this one’s for you :( you are so sweet and so lovely to me and i’m so, so glad we met in this hellscape (i would personally like to thank psycho-pass for existing) i hope i did your boy well!

By the time he arrives at Jujutsu Tech, Megumi knows the flowers are a mistake.

“For me?” Gojou gasps, hands clasped and mouth agape in perhaps his most punchable smile. “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”

Megumi’s fist tightens around the handle of his bouquet. Today, it’s lilacs, irises and white lilies. It’s also much bigger than usual – too big to inconspicuously leave on someone’s fence or place in the school gardens.

“You can have them if you want,” he murmurs. What else is he supposed to do with them?

The delight on Gojou’s face collapses into a precarious mix of genuine confusion and insatiable curiosity. “Hah? They’re not for anyone?”

“No,” Megumi says. And if they were, I wouldn’t tell you. Although he doesn’t say that last part. Gojou would perceive it as a challenge, and the less he knew about Megumi’s private life, the better.

“So…” A grin splits Gojou’s face. “The person you bought them from must be special, then.”

Megumi freezes for just a second. But he knows a second is enough for Gojou to glean all the information he needs.

“Ah,” Gojou hums. “I see.”

“No, you don’t,” Megumi mumbles, well-aware of the heat rising in his cheeks.

“But why would you go out of your way to buy a bouquet of flowers, hm?” Gojou grins, shit-eating grin back on his face. “They don’t hand these out for free, you know.”

Megumi’s grip is so firm he’s scared he’ll crush the stems.

Although, he still doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them. It doesn’t feel right to throw them out – not when you’d spent time putting it together – but he wasn’t about to revamp his room with a distinctly floral accent.

Is it against social protocol to give the flowers back to you? Not now, of course, but maybe on his evening walk… or tomorrow morning…

He still doesn’t know why he didn’t just walk past you that first day.

But something about the way you were gazing out into the street, eyes wide and hopeful as you watched people ignore you on their daily commute… something about that drew him in.

And once he’d bought something from you once – just a small flower, one he didn’t know the name of, but seemed appropriate behind a cute girl’s ear – he couldn’t very well start ignoring you.

Not when your smile is so bright, your eyes sparkling with gratitude whenever he takes whatever floral arrangement you’ve lovingly bundled together out of your hands.

But now he’s paying the price – in more ways than one.

✧ ✧ ✧

Your flower stall is just a few feet away from one of the trendiest cafes in this area of Tokyo, and whoever oversees your little operation is obviously trying to capitalise on that. Setting up so early must be an attempt to catch the rush of bleary-eyed corporate workers craving their necessary morning coffee.

What use an office worker has for flowers, Megumi doesn’t know. But he has a feeling that you’d probably say something along the lines of “it’ll help brighten the place up.”

As usual, you’re waiting there patiently, eyes hopefully scanning the streets for any potential customers. Your face positively lights up when you finally catch sight of him – something that still makes Megumi nearly trip over his own feet.

“Good morning!” You call out, waving to him.

Megumi raises a hand in response, shuffling towards you with all the embarrassment of a high schooler on their way to their first date.

“Can I interest you in a floral arrangement on this fine Saturday morning?” You grin, eyes twinkling as you make your marketing pitch.

“Sure,” Megumi sighs, scanning the vast array of flowers currently on display. He’s getting better at picking them out, but he still can’t name any of them on sight.

You wait patiently, hands folded on the counter. If you think he’s an idiot, you keep it to yourself.

“Those ones,” he says, pointing at a group of blue heart-shaped flowers.

“The morning glories?” You ask reflexively, reaching over to pluck a bunch out of their display.

“Yeah,” Megumi shrugs. He has no idea what a morning glory is. The term sounds like something Gojou and Yuji would snicker at.

“They’re gorgeous,” you smile, taking a moment to admire them.

“Yeah,” Megumi says again.

Flowers aren’t really his thing; God help him if he was ever asked what his favourite kind was. But there’s no point in saying any of that – not when he’s already spent an embarrassing amount of money at this one stall.

“You’re keeping the business afloat, you know,” you giggle, as if reading his mind.

Megumi blinks at you. “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod. “It wouldn’t be amiss to say you’re our most important patron.” You beam at him, same sparkle in your eyes as always.

He’d be furious, if you weren’t so nice.

How is he supposed to focus when you’re looking at him like that? How’s he supposed to ask who ‘we’ is? A business partner? A partner partner?

But you look so young. You can’t possibly be running a business. But you might have a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend. Or both. Or a partner of an otherwise non-binary gender.

Too many questions, no social capacity to ask them.

“So,” Megumi begins, his voice calm and composed as ever. His mind, however, is scrambling around like a fast-food joint at rush hour, trying to string together a sentence that’s not only coherent but also fascinating.

“How old are you?”

Whoops.

It’s the forbidden question. Or, at least, that’s what people always say. People, in this case, is Gojou. It usually is.

You seem unbothered. “I turn seventeen this year.”

Was it only a forbidden question for people who’re older? But in that case, surely knowing someone’s age was pertinent for the whole ‘respect’ thing. Maybe Gojou just didn’t think he should ever ask anyone’s age because then he’s not beholden to honorifics.

But Megumi can’t imagine him using them properly anyway.

That’s not the point. The point is that you’re the same age as him. You weren’t somehow twenty-seven with a baby face.

“Oh,” Megumi nods. “Me too.”

The smile you give him is almost unbearable. How is it even more of a smile than your usual smile? That doesn’t make any sense.

There’s a certain excitement bubbling in his gut that he doesn’t recognise or like.

Wait, if you’re his age, then…

“Do you not go to school on Saturdays?” He asks.

Is this conversation too dry? He’s not sure. He doesn’t usually make an effort at this sort of thing.

“My school doesn’t have classes on Saturday mornings,” you smile, meticulously wrapping brown paper around the stems of a set of particularly bright morning glories. You always do it so delicately; where on earth do you find the patience?

There’s something… graceful, about how you go about it. Sure, it’s your job, but Megumi still enjoys watching you work because—

“Hello there!”

Megumi knows that voice.

Oh no.

“Hello!” You fold your hands in front of you and give your new customer a bow. But your usual smile has been replaced with an expression of middling confusion as you look him up and down.

Megumi doesn’t need to turn around to know who’s standing behind him.

“Who’d’ve thought there’d be so many kinds of flowers in bloom, huh?” Gojou grins, slinging a lanky arm around Megumi’s shoulders.

Megumi glances to the side.

A pair of startingly blue eyes peek at him from behind black shades.

“What are you doing here?” He asks through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I thought I’d just come out for a morning stroll,” Gojou sighs, gesturing to the sky. “Don’t you think it’s gorgeous?”

Megumi’s ready to commit a murder.

“And look at all these flowers!” Gojou exclaims, bending down to peer at some asters closely. “Did you grow them all yourself?”

“Of course not,” you laugh. “I just sell them.”

Jealous maybe isn’t the right word. But there is a twisting in Megumi’s gut upon the realisation that within minutes of meeting you, Gojou had made you laugh. Megumi, on the other hand, was yet to do that.

“Well, either way, my student is a big fan,” Gojou smirks, shaking Megumi’s shoulder. Megumi’s soul is currently leaving his body.

“I was just telling him that he’s our most valued customer,” you smile, tilting your head at the pair of them.

“Ah, is that so?” Gojou grins. It’s amazing, really, how he manages to capture all the terror of the apocalypse in one smile. “I never really took him as a flower guy.”

“Everyone’s a flower guy, sir,” you tsk, shaking your head. “Even you.”

Gojou places an affronted hand on his chest. “So quick to make assumptions!”

“Not at all,” you smile. “You’d be surprised by what our customer base looks like.”

“You don’t say,” Gojou grins, turning to Megumi.

Megumi considers the consequences of punching Gojou right in the nether regions. He doubts he’d be punished for it by the higher ups; if anything, he’ll probably be rewarded. Maybe even pushed up a grade for his invaluable service.

“Fushiguro!”

Oh no.

Megumi’s eyes widen ever so slightly. His head whips round to Gojou. His teacher is already looking straight at him.

“Ah,” Gojou grins. “I told Yuji to meet me here this morning.” The glint in his eyes strikes terror right through Megumi’s departing soul.

Sure enough, Itadori barrels his way towards them, damn near colliding against Megumi with a ‘thump’.

Megumi can do something but stare into the abyss, hoping, wishing, praying this is just a nightmare.

Unfortunately, it’s not.

You give the newest addition to this strange little posse a customary bow. “Good morning!”

Itadori beams at you, his entire face lighting up. “Good morning!”

A strange panic starts to rise from Megumi’s gut. If he thought about it, you and Itadori would get along well. Too well.

Thoughts of you and Itadori walking hand in hand down the street as you laugh, Itadori offering you his coat on a clod morning as you blush, Itadori walking you home, rubbing the back of his neck bashfully as you lean towards him and –

Megumi blinks the thoughts away. What is wrong with him today?

You and Itadori have just met. And what was it to Megumi anyway? It’s not like he—

“Megumi?” Itadori tilts his head at him.

Megumi stares back blankly. “Hm?”

“I wanted to know how you found this place,” Itadori asks, voice bright but with the uncertain quality inherent to repeating oneself.

“Oh,” Megumi murmurs. “Well, I…”

In truth, he doesn’t remember. He just saw you one morning and decided to approach. He still doesn’t know why. But he doesn’t regret it.

“I roped him in with my charm,” you piqued up, picking up the lull in conversation.

Try as he might, Megumi just can’t concentrate. Itadori’s pressed against him, Gojou’s still got his arm slung around his shoulder, and—

“Ah, Nobara’s here!” Gojou beams, waving a hand over his head.

“What are you doing here of all places?” Nobara frowns, raising an eyebrow at Megumi. “I wouldn’t have taken this as your sort of scene.”

If there’s a hell, Megumi’s sure it’s this.

Conversation is bubbling around him but none of it is registering in his mind, he can see Nobara’s dissatisfied look as she takes in the situation at hand but he doesn’t have the energy to retort, Gojou is playing with the petals of one of the display flowers but Megumi knows he’s not going to buy it and—

“Hey, Megumi?”

He snaps back to reality at the sound of your voice, gentle and concerned.

“Are you alright?” You ask, tilting your head to the side. It’s as if you’re completely ignoring the rabble, as if you see him and only him.

Next to him Gojou, Yuji and Nobara watch with rapt attention.

“Yeah,” he lies. “I didn’t sleep well last night.”

You frown at you look at him. Something flashes in your eyes and you suddenly duck beneath your countertop.

Megumi and his gaggle of fools blink in surprise.

In a moment you hop back up, something purple bundled up in your hands. “Here,” you smile, handing it out to him, “this is supposed to help you sleep.”

One whiff and he knows it’s lavender.

“How much?” Megumi asks.

You shake your head. “Oh, no. It’s on me.”

Megumi’s heart flutters as you smile. Despite the chaos going on around him, despite the fact that he knows he’s going to be mocked for this for weeks to come, he’s grateful.

Somehow.

“Sorry about this…” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine,” you giggle, shaking your head.

Megumi feels Gojou chuckle quietly, his chest rattling. Itadori is unusually quiet and Nobara seems moments away from a laughing fit.

“I should go,” Megumi says quickly and suddenly. He doesn’t give you time to respond, zipping down the street as fast as his feet can carry him. He needs a shower and then a run and then he needs to beat a training dummy up and then—

“Wait, Megumi!”

He freezes in his tracks. That’s… your voice.

And around his wrist is… is…

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, eyes darting for where you hand wraps around his wrist. Why is his heart racing so absurdly fast? Why does it feel like his head’s about to explode? You’re just holding his wrist. You’re not even touching his skin. Not that it matters—

“Will I see you tomorrow?” You ask, not quite able to meet his gaze.

It brings him back to the moment.

“Of course,” Megumi answers reflexively.

You finally lift your eyes up. They seem to be sparkling. “I look forward to it.”

Before he even has time to process it you’ve let him go and trotted back to your stall, tending to your flowers as if nothing’d happened.

This has been too much embarrassment for one day. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on and he’s not sure he wants to know. But man, he needs at least several hours alone to process everything.

As Megumi shuffles away, Gojou bounds after him, still grinning like a fool.

“So, Megumi’s got himself a—”

Megumi elbows him in the stomach before Gojou even has a chance to finish his sentence.

#megumi x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #megumi x you #fushiguro x you #fushiguro megumi x you #I don't know how to TAG #STILL #this is a disaster but now it's everyone else's problem

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kylosupremeimagines · 4 years

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Clyde Logan A-Z Fluff

(Special thanks to @driversmutbucket for helping me with this!)

A = affection (how affectionate are they in day to day life? Do they show affection publicly or keep that more in private?) Pet names, oh god, the amount of pet names that man has for you. At the beginning of your relationship you actually thought he had forgotten your name. Darling, sweetheart, baby, doll, sweetness, sweetie, honey, precious, angel, pumpkin, sweet pea....etc Clyde Logan is one affectionate teddy bear. He is so sweet with you that he gets teased about it by his friends and family- Jimmy often pretends to vomit. In public he makes it know that you are his woman.

B = best memory (what is the best memory they have with you) Even if it’s a little cheesy, one of his best memories would be his first date with you, no matter how long he knew you beforehand. It shows that you have an interest in being more than just friends with him and gives him hope for a future family. He will remember even the smallest of details such as which way your hair is parted.

C = cat or dog person (this is pretty obvious) Dog, he loves their loyalty and unwavering affection, although he doesn’t have one of his own, he would love to have one eventually. It would be comforting to know you had a protector when he was working long nights at the bar.

D = dreams (what do they want to do in life?) It is simple, really. A big family. With you.

E = evenings (how do they spend their evening? So they go out? Do they read?) If he isn’t working, Clyde loves having dinner with you, then snuggling up on the sofa with you and reading. Enjoying the peace and just being with you.

F = first date (what was it like?) He wanted to do something extremely special so he brought you out to a lake, planning a cute little picnic. There wasn’t really anyone else around and he brought your favorite foods, so it was perfect. He even brought some wine, but wouldn’t make you drink it if you’re not a fan or don’t drink alcohol. He manages to kiss you, and stars was it the most loving kiss you could ever share with someone.

G = giggle (what is their laugh like? What makes them laugh?) He’ll laugh at just about any hilarious thing someone does, and certainly shows his teeth in that wide, amazing grin of his. His laugh sounds genuine to his entertainment, coming deep from the chest.

H = hugs (do they like hug? What kind of hugs do the give?) Clyde Logan is a goddamn teddy bear. He gives the best hugs. Warm, firm and enveloping. He loves cuddling you, he could all day. Sometimes he does. He isn’t particularly cuddly with other people, being a bit shy. You know once he has babies of his own he will hardly put them down due to all the cuddles he will be giving.

I = instrument (do they play an instrument?) Considering that he only has one hand, he can’t exactly play any instruments. But if he used to play, it most likely would’ve been an acoustic guitar. Though now he still can sing pretty decently.

J = joy (what brings them joy in life?) Family. It’s all he really needs to be happy in life. He would give every ounce of love to his family to the point some people believe it’s a bit excessive. However he would not care about their opinion as his family and the ability to love them gives him more joy in life than he knows what to do with.

K = kisses (what kind of kisser are they? Shy? Passionate?) Clyde can be quite the mix with his kisses. Usually he will be loving with them, not afraid to show you physical affection. He’ll run his thumb over your cheek as he leans down to deepen it, lips dancing passionately against yours. He loves that one second yet meaningful good morning kiss.

L = love (how do they act when they have a crush) Jimmy once referred to it as “love drunk”. When he met you he was completely distracted, couldn’t think of anything else but you, and he told you as much. He would mess up drinks at work- something he never did, trip over his own feet when he saw you and be unable to form sentences.

“My brother is damn love drunk on ya y/n, it’s like aliens have removed half his brain.” Jimmy Logan

M = memory (what’s their favourite memory?) Over your time together, his favorite will end up being your wedding day. It symbolizes that you truly will spend the rest of your lives together. And it would make one great day. Imagine the sex that night with Clyde 😉

N = no (what is their pet peeve?) Clyde likes to know where you are and that you are safe. He hates it when you don’t let him know your plans, or don’t answer your phone or reply to his messages. He will work himself into a state, thinking the Logan curse has struck again if you don’t get in touch in a timely manner.

O = occupation (what’s their dream job?) To be a father. That’s the ultimate for Clyde. He is happy running Duck Tape, and doesn’t yearn for anything beyond that in his career but being a father? Dream job.

P = parent (what kind of parent would they be?) An absolute bloody pushover. He will spoil his kids rotten, shower them in love and affection and let them know they are goddamn miracles to him. Clyde will be the kind of dad that has your children’s friends wishing he was their dad. Your place will always be filled with your children’s friends, noisy and happy.

Q = questions (do they believe in the super natural? Aliens? Anything along those lines) He isn’t too sure what to believe but considering he’s a firm believer in the so called Logan Family Curse, it’s probably safe to say that he does believe in something. He gave into the old ghost stories his siblings would tell him as a kid and it would scare him shitless. He refuses to deny the existence of some intelligent life out there in space. And the list goes on.

R = romantic (are they romantic during the relationship?) Clyde May doubt how well he can express his love, but sometimes he can do so without even trying. You can see the love in his every action, ever facial expression, every gesture. He will remind you how much he cares and do little things for you. Although sometimes it’s with advice from Mellie, he plans the best dates for you. And man the list goes on.

S = smile (what makes them smile without fail) You. It doesn’t matter if he’s physically with you or you pop into his thoughts, you will make him smile each time without fail. Overall his family will do the same as it’s the most important thing to him.

T = together (how clingy are they? How long do you two spend together per day on average) Clyde adores you beyond belief but he knows how to keep his boundaries. He wants to be around you as often as he can but knows when to back off. It’s not like he can’t handle being away from you as long as he knows that you’re doing alright and are safe.

U = unbearable (what habit do they have that’s unbearable? What habit do you have that they find unbearable) Clyde has the tendency to pay more attention to how others are doing before he checks in with himself. He asks you a lot how you’re doing, sometimes to the point where it’s a few times an hour. It can leave you to worry about him when he’s neglecting himself.

V = videos (do they take lots of videos or photos during your relationship?) Opposes to video, he’s more likely to take photos. Why why put together a whole photo album that you can look back on years down the road and reminisce about your life together with the family?

W = wedding (what was the wedding like?) The wedding would more than likely be out in the woods right by the family’s cabin. All your friends and family would be there, Little Sadie would be the flower girl, and Clyde would be more handsome in that suit than he’s ever been. Overall it would be a great time, and you’d even be able to stay at the cabin for your honeymoon if you wanted. Though, he will feel a little off not having the ring on the traditional finger so you two decided that you too would wear yours on your right ring finger.

X = eXtra (what’s an interesting fact about them that they don’t tell anyone about?) Not that it should be anything for him to be embarrassed about, but he has a huge soft spot for animals. He had a dog he adored in his childhood, and a lot of other pets that came in and out of his family’s lives. He wouldn’t be opposed to having a few animals with you; though he wants to get at least one dog.

Y = yuck (what do they hate? Could be a food, sent, word anything) Other men perving on his woman. RIP them, cause he will go straight up feral on their ass.

Z = zzzz (how heavy of a sleeper are they? How do they sleep? What mood do they wake up in? Really any sleeping headcanons) Clyde is always happy to wake up when you are in his bed. He loves those slow lazy mornings where you cuddle and make love lazily. His sleeping is a bit all over the place. Sometimes he sleeps incredibly heavily, other times restlessly, especially if you aren’t there. He still has occasional PTSD nightmares from his service. Luckily they are becoming less frequent.

#Clyde Logan #Clyde Logan X Reader #Clyde Logan Reader Inserts #Clyde Logan Headcanons #Adam Driver

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crazyariaisa · 3 years

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Sara Shepard makes her debut in “The Homecoming Hangover” (1x07) as a substitute teacher for Mr. Fitz while he’s away. She’s writing up two main questions regarding a book that she’s teaching her grade to read. First, I’ll analyze Madame Bovary and the questions and how they could relate back to Aria. What Ms. Shepard wrote on the board was...

“Is Emma Bovary responsible for her own downfall? Or is she the victim of her own surroundings...”

There is more to the passage Ms. Shepard is writing on the board, but this is all that we get to see. If Emma is represented by Aria, the question that I’m getting is...

“Is Aria Montgomery responsible for her own downfall? Or is she the victim of her own surroundings...”

Regarding Aria, if she were -A, she’d be responsible for her own downfall. As the show progresses, Aria descends further into insanity and loses control. Her surroundings could be represented by -A, her family, her best friends, and Ezra Fitz. If Aria was a victim along with her best friends, she wouldn’t be given any form of special treatment, and -A would be quite hard on her. Aria is most likely responsible for her own downfall.

“Madame Bovary” by French author; Gustave Flaubert was published in 1856. Here’s some information about a character from the book named Charles Bovary, Emma’s husband.

Charles Bovary is a shy, oddly dressed teenager arriving at a new school where his new classmates ridicule him. Charles struggles to a second-rate medical degree and becomes an Officier de santé in the Public Health Service.

So, Charles is an oddly dressed and shy teenager and gets a second-rate medical degree. He’s a mediocre doctor. Oh, the book is considered an Oxford World’s Classic. We only know of one doctor in the show. He rowed for Oxford University in “Pilot” (1x01), and his name? Wren Kingston. Apparently, Charles had his fair amount of struggles, and I remembered a conversation between Spencer and Wren from “The Jenna Thing” (1x02) that went a bit like this...

Wren: “I didn’t grow up in a family like yours. So I don’t know that kind of pressure. But I could imagine it could be unbearable at times.”

Spencer: “You’re not exactly a slouch Mr. Oxford. That drive had to come from somewhere.”

Wren: “Yeah, it came from me. My life has been my choice.”

He then approaches Spencer and says that the hat trick chair was inspired by an apple crate, revealing that he loves design, and he continues to flirt with Spencer. He commits adultery and proceeds to kiss her. The word (trick) now takes us to Ravenswood and The Great Charlemagne in (Now You See Me, Now You Do Not), (4x12). The mime pulling off the trick with Aria taking Emily, Spencer, and Hanna's attention so Cece could snag Emily and lock her in a crate had a heart. He made the heartbeat notion towards Aria instead of Spencer. This goes back to his love of beauty in (The Jenna Thing) (1x02). In (This Is A Dark Ride) (3x13), Aria is locked in a crate. Is this symbolic of Aria helping Darren Wilden and Melissa Hastings with the Queen of Hearts on the Halloween Train? It most definitely is.

Considering Aria is in the scene from “The Homecoming Hangover” (1x07), it implies that Charles and Aria could have some type of relationship. Do I think they were romantically involved? No. Do I know they’re related? Most definitely. Also, Aria’s dress has yellow roses scattered all over it.

The color yellow is bright and conveys happy thoughts, so it's no wonder that yellow roses showcase positive feelings of warmth. The yellow rose meaning is often considered that of friendship. However, the color once signified the negative traits of jealousy and greed.

The color yellow happens to be Bethany’s favorite color, and since I believe that Cece is Bethany, it means that Aria and Bethany have known each other for quite a long time. In “Scream For Me” (5x08), when Spencer goes to learn more about Bethany from Declan at the horse riding stables, she’s kicked in the face by a horse after being locked in a stable by Cece. The only weird thing happening with Aria when she starts volunteering at Radley Sanitarium is Eddie Lamb recognizing Aria instantly and not trusting her. The same as he did when he gained a gut feeling that Wren was up to no good when he was volunteering at Radley Sanitarium for the reading program during Aria’s junior year at Rosewood High. Rhonda and Aria have a revealing conversation that went like this...

Rhonda: “Was she a friend of yours?”

Aria: “Bethany? No, I never met her.”

When Aria answers Rhonda’s question, she avoids eye contact, turns away, and folds her arms over her chest to give the fans something to read and let the fans know that she’s lying. Considering how much Bethany and Aria have in common, it would appear that they’re more than friends, and they’re actually family.

If Charles and Bethany are both related to Aria, that means Aria is the most favored and gets away with everything she’s done. The family would go to any lengths for each other.

“The consequences have always worked for you, haven’t they?” - Jenna Marshall to Aria Montgomery | Kingdom Of The Blind, 3x03.

#crazyariaisa #pll #pll theory #pll clues #pretty little liars #pretty little liars theory #pretty little liars clues #aria montgomery #wren is charles #cece is bethany #wren is -a #aria is -a #cece is -a

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lostinshawnsmemory · 5 years

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Chapter 2 - The Fall: Shawn x Sienna

A/N: Part 2 of Shawn and Sienna’s story, this takes in place in what I’m going to call the talking stage, and we have a special guest! Enjoy!

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JULY 2017 - YEAR 1

*4 Months Later*

It was a while before they saw each other again, and at the last show of Khalid’s tour no less. Shawn had flown to El Paso to support his friend as well as perform and to his surprise, Sienna was there. She was in Khalid’s dressing room sitting on a chair, her feet on the table in front of her in a monochromatic yellow outfit, laughing at something Khalid had said. He knew they were close friends so he wasn’t sure why he was so surprised to see her. They’d spoken on-and-off, albeit more off than on, in the 4 months since he went to her show, but hadn’t seen each other in person. Khalid left the room stating that he needed to talk with his tour manager about something but Shawn had a feeling that he wanted to leave the two of them alone to talk. When they were alone, the two of them made polite, albeit awkward conversation as they waited for the show to start.

“How have you been?” he asked rocking back on his heels. “Good, basically been stuck in the studio for the past few months. Still in album mode.” “And how’s that going?”

“It’s..” she hesitated, almost as if she was considering telling him “Okay, we’ve recorded about 50 songs and now it’s about looking at each one and deciding which ones are gonna go be on the album.”

Shawn understood that feeling, coming to that conclusion was hard and for him, it felt like he had to choose between all of his children. “If you need some help, I’d be more than happy to help you.” She looked at him for a few seconds while pursing her lips as if she was deep in thought, “Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Before he could answer, Khalid walked into the room and the awkward atmosphere vanished, the three of them talked for a few minutes about tour, music and whatever else they could think of till it was showtime.

The best way to describe a Khalid concert was fun. He always looked like he was living the dream on stage and that was reflected in the crowd. Everyone, there was having the time of their life and it really showed. When he called Sienna up to perform Young, Dumb & Broke, the crowd went absolutely wild.

“So you’re still thinking of me, just like I know you should”

She wasn’t singing about him, but she might as well have been. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their last interaction and what she’d said about judging character. What did she think about him? He wanted to ask but he wasn’t sure that he’d like the answer.

He was brought out of his reverie by the crowd chanting ‘Young dumb broke high school kids!’. He looked to the stage and saw Sienna and Khalid dancing around on stage. Their demeanour was closer to siblings than friends. It was obvious to anyone with eyes that their relationship was special and while he knew he was going to work hard to get there, he coveted their closeness.

When the song ended, the two of them smiled at each other, looking as if they knew something that everyone else didn’t. “Okay.” Sienna smirked “we’ve been working on something for a while and we decided that this would be the perfect time to play it for you guys. Would you be up for that?” Everyone exploded in applause and Khalid laughed. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”

Sienna picked up a guitar and started strumming softly. The chords were simple but they added a lot of depth to the song and she was completely lost in the music.

“What more can I say? You make me this way”

After hearing Khalid and Sienna sing together, Shawn wondered why they hadn’t worked together before. It was a match made in heaven. Her voice was light and airy while his was smooth and their voices blended together perfectly. The combination of the two was perfect.

Sienna was laughing as Khalid hugged her and spun her around when they finished the song. “Before I go, I want everyone here to show some appreciation and love for my brother from another mother, who has been here for me and supported me all these years.” Everyone, including Shawn, burst into applause with people screaming Khalid’s name over and over. Sienna gave Khalid one last hug and blew a kiss to the audience then walked off the stage.

“I know I said this before but you were absolutely amazing!” Amazing was an understatement. One thing he’d learnt about Sienna was that she glowed on stage. There was no doubt in his mind that she belonged there. “Thank you Shawn.” she beamed clearly still high from the adrenaline rush.

The rest of the show was incredible. Shawn got on stage and performed Youth with Khalid and even though it was a slower song, the crowd was still engaged, singing along to every single word. He always got overwhelmed when he performed Youth, it was an important song and to have 20,000 people sing the words back to him never failed to take his breath away.

There was a ridiculous amount of commotion after the show, someone had opened a bottle of champagne and everyone has a glass while Khalid toasted to the tour and thanked everyone who had made it a really Shawn and Sienna included.

When the commotion simmered down, Shawn found Sienna and Khalidin his dressing room posing for photos.

He was about to leave the room when Khalid called to him. “Shawn we’re going out for celebratory drinks! You have to come!” There was no way he was going to pass up the opportunity to go out for drinks with one of his best friends so he agreed.

Soon enough Shawn, Sienna, Khalid and His whole teams were situated in a small sports bar with Shawn next to Sienna, again.

“Where is Alex?”

“Currently in LA. She has some stuff she needs to handle” Sienna replied with a wave of her hand “And I’m here for 2 nights so she didn’t need to come.”

Shawn thought about Andrew and how often the two of them travelled together and be couldn’t lie that it sometimes felt good to travel without your manager hanging over your head.

When the waitress came over to take their orders, Shawn ordered a corona for himself then asked: “Do you have any breakfast food?” Sienna eyebrows shot up when the words left his mouth, surprise flashing across her face.

“We don’t have breakfast food but I can see if we could get some bread rolls maybe? Does that work?”

Shawn turned to Sienna who was still speechless, “Is that okay?” Instead of responding she gave a small nod and Shawn returned to the waitress. “That’s perfect thank you.” He gave her a smile that made her blush as she took everyone else’s orders.

“You didn’t need to do that, I was gonna go back to my hotel and order rooms service.” “Well now you don’t need to.” Shawn winked at her to which Sienna playfully rolled her eyes. “Do bread rolls even count as breakfast?” Shawn shrugged and couldn’t help but laugh. “For all intents and purposes, let’s say it counts.”

The waitress returned with everyone's orders and Sienna’s bread rolls, Shawn had ordered a corona, while Khalid and Sienna ordered Long Island Iced Teas. The two made polite conversation with each other but it was clear that Sienna was more responsive to everyone else than him.

Shawn learnt something that night, Sienna was a happy drunk. She laughed with everyone and told funny stories that garnered a laugh from everyone around her, including him. He could tell that she was someone who didn’t let her guard down till she was completely comfortable and he’d seen it happen twice. Once with her team and now with one of her best friends and he couldn’t help but long for that closeness.

“Sienna?” she turned to him with an eyebrow raised “Yes Shawn?” “Can I talk to you outside?” “Sure.” The two of them found themselves outside the bar, Sienna using her hands as a makeshift fan, trying to cool herself down in the sweltering El Paso heat. Even at night, it was hot. “What’s up Shawn?” she looked at him, a curious look on her face. He paced for a few seconds trying to gather his drunk thoughts. “Shawn…” she promoted.

“Why don’t you like me?” he blurted, having had enough drinks to make him courageous enough to ask the question. She looked taken aback by the bluntness of his question. She opened and closed her mouth as if she wasn’t going to say the thought that crossed her mind. The silence stretched for a few unbearable seconds before she looked at him and said: “What gives you that impression?” “You’re pretty cold towards me when it’s just us.” “Shawn,” Sienna huffed sounding a little exasperated. “I don’t know you. I met you at an event and the first time I had a conversation that lasted more than a few minutes was a few months ago, the night of my show. I remember telling you that I have to personally judge character and you haven’t shown me much character to judge so.” she shrugged as if to punctuate her sentence.

Shawn took in her words for second and thought about how much they’d interacted over the past few months. He’d always kept his distance and he thought that maybe that was the wrong move. “More personality eh?”

“I’d like to see it.” She smirked, before walking inside to join her friends.

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SIENNA POV

OCTOBER 2017 - YEAR 1

*3 Months Later*

Sienna: Where are you right now?

Shawn: Home. Why?

Sienna: Cause I’m at Pearson right now.

Shawn: Wait you’re in Toronto?!! Why??

Sienna: Alex and I have a couple of meetings here. Thought I might see some friends while I’m here.

Shawn: Am I on that list of friends?

Sienna: Believe it or not Mendes, you’re not the only friend I have that lives in Toronto.

Shawn: But I’m the one at matters

Sienna: Maybe…

Ever since their conversation that night in El Paso, Sienna and Shawn’s relationship had grown immensely and now they were borderline inseparable. They spoke constantly, even if time zones got in the way, and they did frequently. She’d asked him to show him more of his personality and that was exactly what he did. She was initially very sceptical but eventually, she had to admit that she was wrong about him.

There was a lot more to Shawn Mendes that the world didn’t see. Where she thought he’d be another white boy trying to be something he wasn’t, she found that he was caring and thoughtful while also being very funny and incredibly witty. Sienna had come to realise that she really liked Shawn, maybe more so than she was initially letting on. And now being in Toronto was a chance to spend some time with him and she couldn’t deny that she was excited about it.

Shawn: How long are you here for?

Sienna: 4 days and then I’m in NewYork for a week and then back to LA

Shawn: 4 days? That’s not enough time to get you to fall in love with Toronto

Sienna: Then you have to work overtime

Shawn: How about we have dinner tonight?

Sienna: I’m 100% down. If I’m going to fall in love with Toronto, that’s the way to do it.

Shawn: Just text me where you’re staying and I’ll pick you up at 8.

As much as she loved music, Sienna hated the logistical side of things. She’d rather sit in the studio with her guitar and let her manager handle the rest but according to Alex, she needed to be in this meeting at the Warner Music office. Something about trying to expand her reach by using her music in some more movies and tv shows but she wasn’t really listening. Her mind was on the curly-haired Canadian somewhere in the city planning on taking her to dinner later.

“Shawn!” She gave him a huge hug when she saw him parked outside her hotel at 8 o’clock. “Hey, hun! How are you? It’s been too long.” Sienna couldn’t help the eye roll at his statement, she’d seen him 3 weeks ago when he was in LA for a secret session with Spotify. “Dude. It really hasn’t been that long.” “True, but you’re my favourite person so I was bound to miss you a lot.” he replied, to which Sienna felt her cheeks getting warm.

He opened the door to his Tesla and she got in. She was in Shawn Mendes’ car in Toronto. If you had to her she’d be here a few months ago, she’d have told you that you were lying but here she was. Life had a funny way of working out.

“Do you want to listen to some music?” Shawn asked. “I do actually.” He turned on the radio, the sound system instantly syncing to his phone and Make it better by Anderson .Paak filled the car. Not the type of music she thought he listened to, but if there was one thing she’d learnt about Shawn was that there was more to him than meets the eye. “Did you play this knowing I was going to be in the car?” she smirked, her tone teasing. “No I didn’t,” he said innocently “Why do you ask?” “Nothing. It’s just that I love Anderson .Paak and this is my favourite song.” “Really? Mine too”

“You’re full of surprises Mendes” Sienna laughed, leaning her head on the headrest and watched Toronto go by, singing along to the song.

“Remember when we first met. We were having so much fun, so now how could we both forget telling each other were the one.”

Soon she was singing out loud too lost in the music to care.

“If you do then let’s please make some new memories”

Soon enough Shawn joined in and they were harmonising in the car, swaying from side to side vibing to the music.

“Do you want to make it better. Do you want to stay together? If you do then let’s please make some new memories.”

Their voices meshed beautifully and she would be lying if she said she didn't imagine what it would be like for the two of them to work together in the studio and she had a feeling that it would work really well. When the song ended Sienna looked at Shawn and smiled before turning to look out the window, her cheeks warming. She was nervous and she wasn’t sure why. This wouldn’t be the first time she went to eat with Shawn but there was something about this that felt different.

When the song ended Shawn launched into a story of how he met Anderson at the MET Gala and how the two had become close friends, something that Sienna didn’t know.

Shawn parked on a small road and Sienna looked around confused as they weren’t close to any obvious restaurant. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” They walked down the street till they came to a small diner and Sienna burst out laughing. “Not the place I thought you’d take me if I’m being honest.” “I thought about a fancy restaurant but if I’m going to make you fall in love with Toronto, then I have to take you to places I love and this place is really sentimental,” he said. His voice filled with nostalgia.

They got a booth towards the back and a waitress came to take their orders. They both ordered burgers with fries and milkshakes. After they ordered their food, Sienna closed her menu and looked at Shawn “Are you going to tell me why you brought me to this specific diner?” Shawn looked around and smiled. “Two things. I know you’re a sucker for diner food, and this diner holds some really special memories for me. I filmed my very first video here, in that booth right there.” he pointed to a booth in the front of the diner near the door. “I come here ever so often and it makes me remember how far I’ve come.”

Sienna understood the sentiment. Having something that reminded you of your journey was important and it showed that Shawn really cared. That’s what set him apart from a lot of pop musicians that she’d seen over the years. Yeah, they liked music but they didn’t really care. For them, it was all about fame and chart numbers rather than actually saying something and setting themselves apart from others. It was why she’s been so hesitant to cultivate a relationship with Shawn but she was glad that he had proved her wrong. Shawn Mendes was the real deal and there way no denying it.

“I’ve wanted to ask for a while, why the rule?” Shawn asked midway through their meal, Sienna took a sip of her milkshake contemplating the question before answering.

“For me, good collaborations come from good relationships. Music to me is about authenticity and it’s incredibly personal, I put everything into my music and I never want to release something that didn’t come from an authentic place.” Shawn nodded along absorbing her words. He knew how much music meant to her, whenever he listened to her music or watched her perform. He could feel the love she had for what she did.

“I’ve been forced to work with people in the past and while the music sounded good, it wasn’t me. That’s why I’m so happy about the music I’m making right now”

“I get it. It wasn’t until I was 19 and made my third album that I felt really in control of the music process.” Shawn replied. “So that’s why you self titled it?”

“Exactly.”

The conversation flowed as the two of them enjoyed their meal.

“Sienna?” Shawn asked in between bites, “How did you discover your love of music?”

Sienna paused before she answered. “I grew up in a musical household and I was somewhat of a musical prodigy.” When Shawn didn’t probe, she continued, “I started learning how to play guitar at age 3.”

“Three?” He wasn’t surprised by the revelation. She played guitar like someone who had been doing it for a while, it was like she has a very close relationship with the instrument.

“Yup.” Sienna continued. “My love of music came from my grandad. He used to play guitar and played a lot when I was little.” As small smile crossed her face. “Fun fact he used to work for Prince.”

Shawn’s fork dropped making a loud clattering sound that made the diners around them turn to see what had caused the noise, but he was seemingly oblivious. “Prince!?”

She nodded, enjoying the dumbfounded look on his face. “Yup.”

“As in-“

“The Artist Formerly known as Prince, yes.”

“You mean to tell me your grandad worked for Prince? I have to hear that story.” If he wasn’t paying attention to her before, he was definitely paying attention now.

“So, the year is 1988, my grandad is working in a music store in Atlanta. One day he’s working, and Prince comes in. He had just performed his first show in Atlanta during his Lovesexy tour, and he’s looking for a new guitar.” Sienna took a sip of her milkshake for dramatic effect. “The two strike up a conversation, my grandad is asking what kind of guitar he wants, and Prince gives him a description he also lets him know that he plays guitar. Then he asks my grandad for a demo.”

“Prince asked your grandad to play guitar for him.”

“He did.” Sienna giggled before continuing the story. “Of course, my grandad plays a song for him, and Prince hired him to be a guitar tech on the spot.” Sienna looked up to see Shawn completely slack jawed, and wider and his jaw would be on the table.

“He got to tour with Prince?”

“For 20 years.”

“That’s probably the coolest thing I have ever heard.”

“He had so many stories about Prince. I’m sure he didn’t tell me up to half of them.” Shawn noticed that she had a far away look in her eye, as if she was present but far away at the same time. “Makes sense why you’re so talented.” Sienna’s lips curved at the compliment. “Thanks.”

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“Thanks for dinner Shawn,” Sienna said as they sat in his car outside her hotel. “No problem. Does that mean you’ve fallen in love with Toronto?” he replied “Hold on there Mendes, the food was good, but I don’t know if I’m ready to say I love Toronto yet.” she quipped giving him a playful smile. He smiled back and the atmosphere changed, suddenly becoming more charged. While they had flirted a little in the past, they’d been flirting a lot more than usual, there had been lingering glances and casual touches and it had all come to ahead. The shift in energy in the car was apparent, though neither of them addressed it. They just kept looking at each other until Sienna said,

“Do you want to come upstairs?”

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Meet Me in New York - Sam & Caitriona AU

October 4th, 2018

“Happy Birthday, Caitriona,” Sam kissed her slowly, letting his hands move down across her bare back, slightly warm from sleep.

“Thank you, love,” Cait smiled, pressing her forehead against his. They had both arrived to their New York City hotel late last night, and had fallen into bed only minutes later. But they were both too tired for anything more than just kissing and cuddles in bed before drifting off to sleep. It was in the middle of the night, however, when jet lag, the enemy of sleep, woke them.

“Are you awake,” Sam whispered, sliding his hand over Cait’s round hip.

A moment of silence and then a sleepy, “Yes, are you?” They both started laughing until Cait rolled over to face him, pressing her lips quickly against his chest. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, Balfe. Unbearable almost… to be away from you,” he said softly, resting his chin on top of her head.

“I know. Only a little while longer,” she kissed his chest, “And we have this weekend, so let’s enjoy it.”

“I plan to enjoy every second of bein’ with ye, babe,” Sam smiled and lifted her face to his, kissing her deeply. In a matter of seconds, their clothes were on the floor, and their skin was hot — touching and giving.

Of course, they had both arranged on their social medias for it to look like they were apart and traveling on Cait’s birthday, which was today. This way they could have some privacy and some peace.

“So what are the plans, for today, birthday girl?”

“Not much of anything really, I’ve got dinner planned tonight with some girls, and you’re obviously coming to that,” Cait smiled, her fingers tapping against Sam’s cheek.

“Obviously…” he smirked. “We could go to the hotel spa, relax a bit before things get crazy this weekend?”

“Oooh, spa,” Cait sighed, “That sounds lovely.”

“And once ye get out of the shower, I’ve got a wee birthday surprise for you,” Sam pushed her bangs off of her forehead, kissing the smooth skin hidden there.

“Is that your polite way of telling me that I stink, Heughan…” she sniffed, “Cause you’re not exactly smelling too good yourself!”

Sam smacked her lightly on the arse and she jumped, “If I smell, then I smell of ye, Cait. And besides… I just need an excuse for you to be out of this room for about twenty minutes.”

“You haven’t wrapped my birthday present have you?”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Shower, Balfe.” He kissed her, “Now.”

Caitriona sighed, but then lazily crawled out of the bed, giving Sam the middle finger on her way to the bathroom. It didn’t take her long before she was hopping in the shower since she’d been freed from her clothing in the night.

Once the water was on, Sam turned over on his side, reaching for the hotel phone. “Yes, you can bring it up now, thank you.”

After that detail was settled, Sam rose from the bed, stretching his arms high above his head. He had already wrapped Caitriona’s present, well one of her presents, the main one. Walking over to his suitcase, he carefully pulled back layers of his clothing and pulled out the large square package, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a string.

He made up the bed a bit and placed her gift in the middle. Once he was satisfied, Sam got dressed in a pair of black joggers and a plain white t-shirt. They would get more dressed up to go out with Cait’s friends tonight, but for now it was just the two of them.

Ten minutes later, Cait walked out of the bathroom in a towel, her short wet hair dripping on her bare shoulders. Her eyes got wide when she saw the present on the bed and she nearly ran towards it.

“Uh-uh,” He held up one arm to hold her back, “Clothes first. Then food. Then present.”

“But it’s my birthday, surely it’s acceptable to wear my birthday suit,” her lip curled up into a coy smile.

Sam raised his eyebrows, “Hmmm, I suppose yer right. But room service is coming any minute now so I dinna think you want the hotel staff to see all yer goods.”

“No, you’ve got me there.” Cait laughed, and went to her suitcase, grabbing a plain black cotton dress that would be easy to take off later.

The minute she stepped back into the room, with a small towel wrapped around her head, there was a knock on the door, and a voice saying “Room Service.”

“I’ll get that!” Sam smiled, kissing Cait in passing before going to the door and letting the man roll in the cart. It was piled high with stacks of pancakes with whip cream, eggs and bacon, fruit bowls, and little chocolate desserts. Once the man left, Caitriona sat down on the bed, crossing her legs as Sam pulled the car directly in front of her.

“Breakfast in bed, oh how thoughtful!” She put her hand over her forehead, acting as if she was swooning. “But really, thank you darling.” Sam bent his head, placing a kiss on her lips before joining her on the bed.

“Do I have to eat everything before I can open my present?” Cait said a moment later, eyeing said present on the bed beside Sam.

Sam took a deep breath, “I suppose not. Since you are the birthday girl.” He reached for the present and handed it to her. His heart began to race as he watched her unwrap it. Was it too simple?

Cait pulled the photo album from out of the packaging, and stared down at the cover. Written on the brown leather was their initials and the first day they met.

“It’s a wee book of photos of us, and of you over the years,” Sam said a bit shyly.

She was silent as she opened the book, taking in the first couple of pictures and then looked up at Sam with tears in her eyes. “It’s lovely. Damn it…”

“Are you alright, Cait?” Sam cupped her cheek with his palm, catching a stray tear.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine. It’s just,” she turned her head to place a kiss on the inside of his hand, “This is exactly what I needed. Nothing flashy, or expensive. Memories of us… it’s perfect Sam, thank you.”

He kissed her, rubbing his thumb across her cheek. “You’re welcome, love. Now look through the rest of the album.”

She flicked through slowly, her eyes lingering on every picture had chosen to include. There were a lot of selfies of the two of them, some the fans had seen and a lot that were just for them. He had also included several of her that he had taken in secret — one was of her sleeping, her eyes closed and the morning sun just barely covering her face. Cait’s cheeks blushed as she saw another one of her naked back, laying in the bed with the sheets around her waist.

“I love it, so much, Sam. I don’t even have words right now,” She smiled and pulled him close.

“I love you, Caitriona.”

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The next day, Sam woke up early, partly because of jet lag, and hit the gym. When he got back to the hotel, Cait was just waking up, sitting in bed with her phone.

“Still have a lot of birthday messages coming in?”

“Yes, a good amount. The fans are so sweet!” Cait smiled, and continued to respond to a few tweets and messages.

“We’ve got lunch with Maril, Sophie and Rik later on before the panel, babe. And then I think some interviews for the afternoon,” Cait said to Sam as he entered the bathroom.

“Canna wait,” he smirked and then got in the shower.

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“I still can’t believe you brought up that thing about hitting me in the head with your sword,” Cait laughed as they walked into their hotel room. In the hours since they’d left, they had sat on the panel, taken countless pictures, given several interviews and attended a dinner for the NYCC talent. All in all, it felt like a very successful evening, but a long one.

“I couldn’t help myself!” Sam raised his hands in defense.

“And the air quotes…” she smirked, turning to face him and wrap her arms around his waist. “You child.”

“Hey… you laughed, so you’re the child.” Sam smiled, then bent his head to kiss her.

Caitriona laughed against his lips, sliding her hand over his arse and pressing her hips against him. All night she had been craving to reach out and touch him, to feel his skin against hers. She hadn’t exactly played it cool, neither of them had — but they missed each other like crazy.

“What I need, Balfe,” Sam pulled back from her mouth, “Is you out of that sexy velvet suit. The feel of ye in it is enough to drive me mad.”

Caitriona took a step back, her hands on the buttons of her red blazer, and slowly opened them one at a time to reveal nothing underneath. Sam bit his lip, a deep noise vibrating in his chest. “Christ, Cait.”

“It’s your turn to spoil me now,” Cait said through hooded lashes and then Sam was there, his mouth on hers, his hands at the waistband of her pants. For weeks, they’d been apart and now they could finally be together in whatever way they wanted.

“I love you so much,” Sam said into Cait’s neck and shivered as she tugged his pants down and they slid down his legs. The rest of their clothing joined the pile already on the floor and Cait fell back against the bed, stretching herself out.

“Are you gonna hit me with your sword again?” Cait couldn’t help but laugh. Sam positioned himself between her legs, his body pinning her to the bed.

“You bet I am,” he smirked, bending his head to place a kiss to both breasts before settling his hands beside her head. Caitriona’s hands moved up his arms, feeling the growth of his muscles in the time they’d spent apart. The slight quiver of his body over hers, was enough to send her reeling.

Sam looked into her eyes, memorizing the way she looked at this precise moment, and then slid home between her legs. His cock filled her completely and with every thrust, she was forced deeper into the mattress.

He brought one leg to wrap around his waist, changing the angle slightly and began to push into her. It was the best feeling in the world, to come together like this, to be with the one you love.

“Fuck,” Cait moaned, letting her head fall back onto the pillow. Her hands scratched at Sam’s back, pulling him down on top of her. He kissed her roughly, parting her lips with his tongue.

“Damn it, Cait,” he groaned and rolled his hips forward. As Cait’s heart began to race, Sam slowed his movements, barely moving inside of her, and she felt the throbbing between her thighs.

“What—“

“Shhh,” he placed a finger on her lips, and then bent to kiss her. He was still a moment more, and then moved one hand to cup her round hip before he started back into his rhythm. This time he said, “I love you,” between every push forward — against her lips, her cheek, her neck. Sam consumed her in every way possible.

Caitriona cried out his name, one hand gripping around his neck and holding on to him as her body gave into him. With a final thrust, Sam’s body trembled and he came down on her gently, before rolling them on their sides still joined.

“We’re in this together,” she whispered, so soft he barely heard her.

Sam brought her hand up to his mouth, placing a sweet kiss on her knuckles, “Aye, together. It’s you and me, Balfe.”

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breaktimewritings · 7 years

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SotRFitH: Sorcerer's Apprentice, have you ever met the current Dark One?

“Hello, dearie.”

The apprentice stiffened, his cup of tea nearly slipping from his hands. He turned slowly, his brows furrowing at the sight before him.

The lady was dressed in a deep purple, marking of elaborate flowers embroidered over her sleeves and low-cut neck. The skirt fanned out beneath her in elegant ruffles, giving her the whole look of a rose. She’d be unbearably beautiful save for her glinting gold skin and the dark magic that sparked around her.

“So the rumors are true.” The apprentice said. “There’s a new Dark One.”

“Dark Lady.” Belle corrected, stepping around to stand before him. She sat at his table easily, giggling at the way his eyes widened. “Calm down I’m only here for a social call.”

“I don’t remember calling you.”

“No but I was curious. I’m told I’m too curious. I don’t believe becoming The Dark Lady has helped.”

The sorcerer’s apprentice tilted his head as she waved her hand, summoning her own tea service as to impose on him. Her posture as she sat was perfectly poise and it was obvious from her speech that she was well-read. Not at all like the barbarian Zoso who sought the hat so forcefully.

“You’ll not get what you came for.” The old man said.

The Dark Lady hummed, “And what is it you think I’ve come for? The hat? Afraid not, dearie.”

“Why are you here then?”

“I simply want some information.” Belle said, sipping her tea. “You see, I’m afraid I became The Dark Lady for a singular purpose and now with that purpose over I find myself quite bored.” She regarded him over her teacup for a moment. “And I’m afraid you’re the only one that came to mind that might give me a good conversation without running for the hills. Honestly was my predecessor so bad?”

“He was.” The apprentice said. “You don’t seek the hat?”

She rolled her eyes. “A magical hat that captures and accumulates magic? No I think not. Unless it can absorb dark magic from one’s very being and soul and leave them alive?” The sorcerer frowned. “No I suppose not. Either way, no. Such a thing does not interest me. I grew up a lady in a kingdom ravaged by war, Apprentice. I know better than anyone that raw strength amounts to very little.”

The Sorcerer’s Apprentice watched, the air around them tense with the swirling light and dark magic. The Dark Lady was completely at-ease at his humble table, across from him drinking her tea. There was no lie in her voice. No twinge in her magic.

“You’re...different than the others.”

“So I’ve been told.”

“You haven’t given in to the darkness.”

She only chuckled. “Oh no, apprentice. I think you’ll find I have quite thoroughly. It’s intoxicating.” She giggled, an odd manic sound. “But still, I’m not here for the hat. I simply want to find a good place to call home. A castle fit for a lady with lands worthy of her subjects.”

“You expect me to point you in the directions of lands you can pilliage?”

“Of course not, dearie. I expect you to make a deal with me...”

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tare-chan · 5 years

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Avenger Endgame Opinion

So, I’ve watched Avenger Endgame for the second time.... I never ever watched any movies for the second time in a cinema before. After the second time, I think I started to see things differently now. It still was a very good movie... for a fan, for those who’s seen the previous 21 movies. It was never meant to be a stand alone movie.

and now, after the spoiler ban has been lifted, I shall write my opinion. As an opinion, of course it could differ from yours. I just write this, to share what I had in mind.

What I saw in Endgame was actually beautifully portrayed character coping mechanism. They’re super heroes. They are supposed to be unbreakable. But this movie, give us insight, that contrary to popular believes, heroes have tremendous amount of responsibility on their shoulder, and when they failed, they failed hard. Those failures would eat them from the inside. Really bad.

Avenger Endgame as predicted, started with a gloomy, dark, depressing vibes. It’s heartbreaking to see heroes, broken to pieces and fall to the lowest level of depression. And we get to see how each of them cope, and how they climb back up to try to fixed things.

Tony came home broken to pieces, for he has failed to ‘prevent’ the disaster, he was betrayed by his friends (a.k.a Cap), he lost ‘the kid’. He was so angry at his ‘failure of a hero’ that he even ready to give up to die. Thus, after he was saved by Captain Marvel, and found out Pepper was alive, he choose to life his live, and protect what he has left. At all cost. Because at least, he can still be a hero for his family. That’s why the ‘I love you 3000′ meant a lot to him. And eventually, after he managed to forgive himself, he didn’t hesitate to sacrifice himself, for greater good.

Cap was supposed to be the anchor of other people. He was the role model. The one who people looked up to. Thus even when he was angry, feel guilty, and tired, he need to be the one pushing other people to continue with their lives. He need to always be positive, for other people. It was one hell of a tiring job! And through the time travel thing, he found out that he still want the stability and family. So it was natural that after all the tiring moments conflicting with Thanos, and he had the chance, he took it. Apparently, the guy who want stability and family, didn’t actually frozen 70 years ago.

Natasha, oh gosh, she really was broken beyond believe. She started as nobody, a cold blooded killer, alone. Then a friend found her, then a family grew around her, then all of a sudden, it crumbled. But as a strong woman she was, she still try to fixed things. She keep her watch at the headquarters. She keeps trying. An action driven by guilt. So when there was a chance to fixed things, she took it. And when the time came, she sacrificed herself, because, she won’t let more ‘mistakes’ happened on her watch.

Thor..... as a God himself, he gone through soooooo much. It’s unbelievable! His family were all gone, his homeland gone, most of his people gone, his friends gone, and all happened before his very eyes, when he actually had the power to stopped it. He was a God after all. Yet.... he failed. He failed hard!! Should any mortals being crushed as hard as him, they would definitely ended their lives. His coping mechanism was the toughest to watch. His ‘I went for the head’, his physical change, his ‘running away’ from Jane was not meant to be joke, and it never was. Note that the background music always solemn, during those scenes. Thor was clearly at the lowest level of his thousands of years of living. He never experienced such loss, and when you actually have the power to win but you didn’t, you will fall down extra hard! And what make it more unbearable? He didn’t actually have anyone to be asked. No one. That’s why, he started to stand up, after he met his mother. And as any great mother in the world, Frigga now just a way to ‘fixed’ his son. And holla... looked at that, even Mjolnir still deemed him worthy. Glad he still got helped from Bruce and Rocket :D

Hawkeye lost his most precious treasures, his family. He was angry. And his coping mechanism, was to lashed out at anyone he deemed unworthy. He was living his life as a good man. He did what was right, yet why it was his family that need to be gone?? Thus him being Ronin, was his ‘revenge’ at the world. Until Nat came, and take his hand, and lead him to his previous self. Unfortunately, he needed to lost his best friend in the process.

Bruce was the only one who managed to cope with all the lost, with his logical mind, and actually one of the who succeed. I think we did saw his growth in Thor Ragnarok, and not in this movie.

Other than the original six, this movie make my respect toward Pepper Potts soared high. She was really portrayed as a strong woman. A very strong love interest of a hero, that could always stayed at his side, through all his antics, through his depression period, and eventually, understand him enough to pushed him to do what he thought right, and still held that smile of her, even at the worst of time. wow..... just... wow....

All in all.... this aspect from the movie that managed to capture me as a fan. I love this movie for the way they picture this ‘human’ side of our heroes. Aside from tremendous amount of fan service and easter eggs scattered here and there :)

just my 2cent

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