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hidden blessing (3/?)
Summary: Killian thought the only thing he was left with after Milahâs death was a broken heart and a thirst for vengeance. Itâs not until he gets to Storybrooke, after so many years spent in stasis, that he discovers something else: heâs carrying her child. How does this new, tiny blessing change his path? (Canon-divergent from 2x12.)
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A/N: woohoo, another chapter! I have the next one written but past that is mostly outlines...hopefully I can keep this schedule. weâll see (wish me luck!) and thanks for all the nice comments and hey to all the new followers! and also, thanks as always to @sherlockianwhovianâ <3
By the time Tamara got this apparently mythic âsignâ to head to Storybrooke, his bump had continued growing as it should (he assumed). It was still only just barely noticeable, if one was looking for it, and thankfully hadnât expanded the confines of his clothing; heâd get at least another month or so in his vest before needing to find something a bit roomier, he figured. Which was all the better for keeping things concealed.
He shouldnât have been surprised that she decided to transport him in a cargo attachment to her vessel. He just hoped the bumping and jostling didnât hurt the babeânor the way Tamara had tied rope around his waist when she attached him to the chair, or the way they decided to haul said chair to the clock tower.
For someone who had been accused of dramatics in his life, these two definitely outmatched him in that department. What better way to show him that the sense of relief and accomplishment heâd felt for the past few weeks was built on nothing, than by dragging him up there to reveal that Crocodile still lived?
âNo. No!â he had screamed; this couldnât be happening. He struggled in vain to free a hand, instinctively trying to protect his child, to no avail.
They had a deal for him: help them get to Regina, and theyâd show him how to destroy the Dark One. He had to decideâquicklyâwhat would be the safest course of action for him and his child.
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Not much later, free from his restraints and with a bit of food in him, he made his way to Reginaâs office. She appeared to be waiting for him.
âCaptain!â she greeted, scanning him with her eyes. âYou look like you've had a rough time.â He didnât miss the fact that her gaze lingered on his midsection, but he wasnât about to address that.
âIndeed, I have. I've come to ask you for your protection.â
âFrom Gold?â she assumed. âI'm surprised you'd show your face in this town after you noticed your murder didn't take.â She always had a perfect way of rubbing salt in wounds.
âWell, we've got bigger problems,â he plowed on. âThat manâGreg Mendell, the one who hit me the night I shot Belleâwell, he's in league with some woman. She abducted me in New York and dragged me back to Mendell. They want me to make an alliance with you, and then betray you. That's why they let me go.â
âMhmm,â she hummed; she didnât quite buy it, and he didnât quite blame her.
âWell, I say that you and I make an alliance, and we'll skip the unpleasant betrayal business.â
âWhy should I trust you?â
He stepped closer, invading her space. âI took up with your mother for a reason. Perhaps the three of us could reestablish in our alliance.â
âMy mother died.â
His stomach fell (or perhaps it was just the nausea stirring up again). âThat is sad news indeed. I'm sorry; she will be missed. But I tell you this, Regina: I knew her well enough to know what she wanted most in the world was to see you win. Now I failed in my revenge. The best tribute I could give her is to help you with yours.â
Regina thought about it a moment, then said, âWell, can I... Let me show you something.â
She led him to a small terrarium filled with a plant heâd recognize anywhereâa beanstalk. And its fruit was ripe. As soon as he laid eyes on it, his mind began to consider alternate ideas for his next step. âAn escape plan? Oh, she would have loved that. She brought that giant for the beans so she could go back and start over with you,â he recalled, now jealous at the thought.
âAnd now I'm going to do that with Henry,â she said. âIf you'll help me. This is how we're going to escape the total destruction of Storybrooke, if I can trust you.â
The idea of heading back to their landâbeing able to raise his child in peaceâwas the most tempting offer heâd heard today. But he needed to know more.
âNow when you say total destruction, including the crocodile, yes?â
âOh, yes. Rumplestiltskin will die. If you help me.â
Well, he could hardly pass that up, could he?
She led him to the library and down a shaky lift to an underground cavern. Maybe it was because they were on the cusp of such great change and upheaval, but he found himself feeling oddly reflective; and frankly, Regina was the only one in this town he could discuss such things with.
As they walked along the stone path, he said, âYou ever wonder if this constant pursuit for revenge is the reason we have no one who cares for us?â
âWhat on earth are you talking about?â she snipped.
âIâve seen a life now wherein my goals were met, my revenge sated. And you know who I could celebrate that with? No one.â
âWell, I know thatâs not true.â
He narrowed his eyes at her. âYou donât know anything about me.â
âStop playing coy; I know youâre knocked up.â
He sighed; there was no use hiding it from her anymore. âAye, I am. And you want to know something? I spent so long on my quest for revenge, that I didnât even know about it until recently. The mother isnât here; nor are any of my friends, if I ever had any. Not a soul I could trust. What kind of a life is that?â
âThat all sounds like stuff I can deal with when Iâve finally found my revenge.â
âAll Iâm saying is that, it seems to me, enacting revenge is an empty end; not a beginning.â
âFor you, maybe. Not me. I have Henry. And destroying Storybrooke? Well, that seems like a small price to pay to allow us to live in peace. You canât tell me you donât want that.â
He couldnât, so he sighed and extended his arm, inviting her to continueâuntil she noticed the cuff on his wrist. Or, rather, demanded it once he said it was Coraâs. For a queen, she was rather predictable.
âNow, follow me closely,â she said, once sheâd affixed the cuff to her wrist. He felt minorly guilty for that, given what was supposedly inside it, but was truly considering reneging on his deal with Greg and Tamara. If Regina could get the two of them out of town safely, she was definitely his best choice in an ally.
Until she pushed him off a cliff a minute later and used him as bait, leaving him for dead. Never mind; he was more than ready to turn on her, assuming he and his babe got out of this scrape.
âPlease be alright, little one,â he murmured as he ran from the remnants of Maleficent.
The shock on Reginaâs face back upstairs upon seeing him alive was definitely worth it. He had no qualms with bringing in his associates to the proceedings and letting them take over. It was all he could do to not laugh at Reginaâs failed attempt at using her magic. And he was more than content to watch her plans crumble around her.
He tagged along when they took Regina to their hidden baseâafter a quick trip to the lavatory to deal with nausea again (that was really getting annoying)âbut didnât stick around there long, especially not once he realized the goings-on there had very little to do with the overall plan.
From her prone position strapped to the table, Regina tried to bargain with him. âWhatever they're offering you, it's not worth it.â
âWell, considering they're offering to have me kill Rumplestiltskin, I'd say it is.â
âAnd you actually trust them? With everything you have on the line?â Her glance went to his stomach again. âYou don't even know who you're working for.â
She had a point thereâone that was sticking, as much as he didnât want it to. He had rushed into this alliance somewhat blindly, hadnât he? Was this what that book was talking about when it referenced âpregnancy brainâ?
Greg invited him to stay for whatever he had planned next, but Killian declined. âSorry, mate. Gonna have to say no. When you're interested in killing Rumplestiltskin and not torturing the Queen, find me.â And he left for the privacy of his ship.
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After getting some decent rest, Killian decided it was prudent to visit the doctor again. Heâd been through quite a lot in the past few weeks; better safe than sorry. And Doc was thankfully able to find time in his schedule to see him.
âHow have you been feeling?â he asked as he started his exam, checking over Killians abdomen and other parts.
âNauseous, but otherwise alright.â
âThat can linger sometimes, unfortunately. And youâve been taking it easy? I havenât heard your name in the town gossip so I assume youâve been keeping a low profile.â
âWellâŠâ Killian watched as Docâs eyes grew wide while he described the past few weeks, from being knocked out by Cora to thrown off a cliff by Regina.
âUh, I think we need to do an ultrasound,â he said nervously. âThatâs...a lot.â
âIâm aware,â Killian sighed.
Doc left and came back with a machine that looked like the first one he used, but this time, he picked up a much larger instrument.
âBloody hell! What is that?â Killian asked when he came closer with it, trying to scoot away; no way that was going inside him.
Doc looked at it, then seemed to realize what Killian was thinking. âOh! No, no, no, itâsâthis one is used on the outside.â
Killian sighed. âGood.â
âI just need your stomach again. Brace yourself; this will be cold.â
Killians breath hitched as Doc squirted a cold jelly onto the slight curve of his stomach, then flipped on the machine and started to move the probe against his skin.
On the screen, a similar image to what heâd seen weeks ago appeared almost instantlyâbut it looked much more human-like this time.
âThereâs your baby!â he announced, pointing out its limbs, heart, and brain. âEverything appears normal; and looks like youâre around 16 weeks. But please, try to take it easier from here on out.â
Killian could do nothing but grin as he saw the image on the screen, wriggling in time with the flutters he could feel inside. âIâll do my best,â he answered, which had more meaning than just answering the question.
As he walked away from the office with another picture (and more pamphlets), he started to think about his actions over the last day or so more. Was he really in the best company to set up a good future for his babe? Did he even know how to do that anymore? (Or ever?)
When he got back to the ship, he added the new image and info to the older stash and retired to his bed. But he had an unusually hard time falling asleep as he warred with himself, and he couldnât turn to his usual vices to knock him out.
âI just want to do the right thing,â he said quietly, brushing his hand over his still-small bump. But he had no idea what that was, or where to find it.
And Reginaâs warning lingered, and his doubts about Greg and Tamara grew. That left him with two options, neither of which were ideal: strike out on his own...or seek out Emma.
Thinking of her sent his thoughts in other, less polite directions, so he dealt with that, but he couldnât shake the idea that Swan and her people might be betterâsaferâcompany. The one barrier, though: they likely wouldnât take him.
At least he had plans, though, sating his captain-like desire to have a plan of action. With that, he was finally able to fall asleep.
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The next day, he was headed into town, suddenly craving the greasy fare he knew was available at the diner, and praying he wouldnât be shot on sight. But Greg was exiting upon his arrival outside the establishment and intercepted him. âHook! Just who I was looking for. Come on, mate; weâve got things to do.â Killian feared what might happen if he rejected the man, so cravings would have to be put on hold for the time being.
He did hesitate, though, when Greg invited him to board his vehicleâthe same one whose front end he was well-acquainted with.
âOh, right,â Greg said when he noticed Killianâs trepidation. âYouâre much safer on the inside; promise.â
Killian arched an eyebrow in disbelief; the other manâs recovery from the accident took significantly longer than his own.
âIâll be extra careful,â Greg added.
âIâll hold you to it.â
Killian definitely gripped the handle inside the door incredibly tight as they made their way across town; it might be a more efficient mode of transport, but he didnât trust it just yet.
Once at the entrance to the mines, where Tamara was waiting, Greg parked the vehicle and led Killian into the tunnels; though they were labyrinthine, the man seemed to know where they were going.
âIt's just ahead,â he said as the walls seemed less and less stable.
âAre you sure whoever's in charge of you doesn't want you guys to die in a mine collapse?â
âJust keep moving,â Tamara scolded.
âWho is telling you what to do?â The more Killian thought about what Regina had said, the more he needed answers from them.
âYou know what? That's not your concern. It's not ours, either,â Greg sniped back.
âNot your concern,â Killian scoffed. âSo you're telling me you don't know who commands you?â
Tamara sighed. âUnlike you, Hook, we believe in something. We have faith in the sacredness of our cause.â
âWe're here,â Greg announced before Killian could come up with a snarky answer; just up ahead, he pulled an axe off a rack bolted to the stone wall.
âSo your sacred cause is pilfering a dwarf's pickaxe?â The churning in Killianâs gut had nothing to do with nausea or hunger; he didnât like what was going on one bit.
âRegina had this in her pocket when you handed her over to us,â Tamara explained, pulling a dark brown gemstone from her coat.
âIt's a trigger,â Greg continued, âand this ax, according to our people, is what activates it.â
Killianâs mind started to work quickly. âYou're going to destroy an entire town, and kill everyone in itâŠâ
âYeah,â Greg confirmed. âIncluding your enemy.â
âRumplestiltskin won't be immune to this?â
âNone of your kind will be.â He wanted to protest the fact that he was being lumped in with the Dark One, but this wasnât the time. âOnce this thing gets activated, nothing can shut it off.â
Killian needed a new plan of actionâfast. Quickly, he worked through his backup ideas and figured out what to do next as Greg set the jewel on a flat stone.
Greg said, âThis whole town will revert to the forest it was. So tell us, Hook. We're willing to die for our cause. Are you willing to die for yours?â
He almost hesitated too long to reply; hopefully they didnât notice. âAbsolutely,â he lied.
They seemed to accept his answer, and then Greg hefted the axe aloft and swung down, striking the stone right in its center. It began to levitate and give off a blue glow; Killian just got his hand around his midsection in time for it to burst outward.
The mine began to shake as the failsafe began to work, and the three ran out of the tunnel. The couple shared a passionate kiss, and Killian used their distraction to stage his escape.
He had much more to live for than some unknown cause. And thankfully, he knew a few people in this town whoâd feel the same. Hopefully, they listened to him.
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East To West - Calum Hood
Hey guys! I got the cutest anon this past week! It should be on my profile if your curious or linked here! They were saying how they donât usually read OC and I explained my decision to make an OC vs using Y/N. [Spoiler alert: it was so i could add more description to the characterâs likes/dislikes] I also wanted to point out that iâm trying to limit my describing of my OC (Becca) so anybody reading could still imagine whoever they wanted (maybe themselves??). I hope you guys enjoy Part 4!
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Part 1 + Part 2 + Part 3 + Part 5
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Part 4. Saturn
He couldnât call her.
Every time he tried, the breath swept out of him. His lungs stilled, desperate for a breath that would never come. His heart would race against the minutes until death, trying to keep him alive. He started referencing her number as The Holy Seven in his brain. The case file detailing his insanity has grown enough to call him a criminal.
The number is scribbled on almost every stray piece of paper in the house. As if he didnât memorize it the moment he saw it.
Calum tries to lean back on his couch, before realizing how uncomfortable it is. Itâs a modern style, extra long bottom cushion with a ridiculously low back, the worst design in Calumâs opinion. The decorator chose it to match the modern, white monochrome look to the house. The lack of color drives him crazy, like heâs been only in one room while walking through the whole house. All the furniture was low to the ground and designed so you could see the whole room from any position. The living room they were in had big floor to ceiling windows that had a dark blue tint. When the sun hit it right, it felt like you were sitting at the bottom of the ocean. The walls were mostly bare, spare the odd monochrome painting that probably cost too much in Calumâs opinion.
Luke looked more than natural in the space, somehow making the awful couches not look so bad. A fleeting thought - maybe Calum should just give the house to him. Luke puffs the weed. His dirty secret only came out at Calumâs house. Luke usually blamed Calum for being the stoner when Layla, Lukeâs girl, would ask. Layla quit smoking when her brother was killed in a car accident while under the influence. One of the boundaries Layla set when she and Luke started dating was that Luke quit. Luke agreed, heâs been trying to get into her pants for weeks. It never took Luke so long to win over a girl and the chase was driving Luke insane.
When Luke came back that first night smelling like weed, he had blamed Calum. Calum never corrected him, so the running lie had begun. Calum had smoked a couple of times, but when the thrill of doing something slightly illegal wore off, he realized he didnât even like how it made him feel. Every time he tried to relax while under the influence, his anxiety sky rocketed. It wasnât worth it to Calum.
Luke passes the blunt to Ashton who also inhales some. Unlike Luke, Ashtonâs girlfriend is sitting right next to Ashton. Ashtonâs arm is around her shoulders as he holds the blunt up for her to take. It wasnât much of a boyâs night like they said it would be. They convinced Calum to invite them over by saying they were going to have a boys night and bond a little before they go into the studio next week. Calum had blindly believed them, desperately believing that they finally saw how unhappy he was. Next thing Calum knew, the joint was being passed around and nobody noticed that Calum never took a hit.
The clock was closing in on midnight. Not exactly late by their standards, but enough time had pass to make Calum want to burst. Burst in anger, frustration, or maybe it was just sadness. Calum excuses himself, standing and walking up the stairs to his room.
It was then that he called the number. There was nobody else to call at that point.
The phone rang and rang. Calum held his breath for another disappointment. Why would she even pick up? It was during the custom voicemail greeting that someone picked up. Calum hadnât even realized that was possible.
âHello?â The voice was like molasses, slow and riddled with sleep.
âHey,â Calum brilliantly answered.
âBenny? Is that you? He didnât call yet and we do still have a three hour time difference so Iâm going back to bed,â Her voice was rough and low. Something in Calum told him she only spoke quickly so she could hang up faster.
âActually - itâs not Benny. But I did forget about the time difference.â Calum cursed himself in his head for forgetting she lived in New York. Its 3am for her. She was definitely asleep.
âUm who is this then?â She seemed a little bit more awake now, but definitely still groggy.
âItâs..uhâŠCalum. Calum Hood?â He said it like a question. Unsure of how else to phrase it.
Becca flips the light switch and drops into a chair. The kitchen illuminates in a murky yellow color, but she feels a little bit more awake.
âUhâŠâ She breathes out. Itâs her turn to talk. âIâm Becca, Becca Woods. Iâm sure you know that by now though,â her voice is too breathy and sheâs rambling but she canât seem to stop. âI heard you have a picture of me? That sounds creepy. Well I have a drawing of you too. Does that make it less creepy? UmâŠsorry. But yeah, sounds like I should be paying that psychic for drawing me and giving it to you. I mean - I didnât! I didnât pay her at all. Well I did pay her for the picture of you butâŠ.yeah. I didnât pay her off.â The disaster grew with every word she spoke.
He lets out a low chuckle over the phone. Maybe she wasnât that much of a disaster? âLove, I know.â A breath across the line, âI know.â Another breath, âI was hoping to get to know you? Um, I didnât really think Iâd get this far and that youâd be real. ButâŠyeah? You live in New York? Maybe you can come out here or Iâll go there? Iâm not good at the whole phone thing.â He slowly chuckles.
Becca had to remind herself to breath for a moment. âYeah, we should! I -uh. Schedules for work just came out. I canât request off until next month. Um - I donât even have the money for a flight. Iâm sorry. Iâm rambling. and Iâm tired. Iâm sorry, Iâm not exactly sure what Iâm saying -â
Before Becca could keep going, Calum just breaths another laugh. âDonât - donât worry. We can figure it all out later. Just go to sleep, Love.â
âI-uh-okay. GoodnightâŠCalum.â
âGoodnight Becca.â A beat. âThank you for picking up.â
âWell, thatâs what you do when the phone rings.â
Becca places the phone back on the hook in the kitchen. Sheâs so tired, she doesnât even realize that she didnât remember to give Calum her cell phone number. Becca just stumbles back to her bed and collapses into a dreamless sleep.
Calum stares at the cell phone in his hands like it was the map to Atlantis. Confused on how he had gotten it, but he wasnât going to let it go now. Something in him lit up from talking to her. A spark so small, someone like Luke wouldnât have even noticed it. But when your chest is hollow and dark, the little light is more like a beacon of hope.
Calum descends the stairs back to the living room. He collapses on the sofa, the conversation around him not even faltering. It didnât bother him as much this time though.
Becca messed up about 4 drinks the next morning, burnt her hands three times and overcharged a regular by double (he thankfully wasnât mad). The regular, George, leaned up against the counter near the espresso machine as Becca steams the milk for his sugar free vanilla latte. Becca barely makes eye contact with him, a far cry from their usual banter. George is not quite middle-aged yet, in his 30âs with a 15 year old daughter (a result of a teen pregnancy), but still has a widow peak starting to show between his fine hair. George studies her, concerned, as she pours his latte a little too quickly making the latte art muddle together. Becca just pushes the drink across the counter.
George stares down at his drink, âNow I know something is wrong. You okay Becca?â His voice is slightly strained and awkward. Even though every morning, for the couple minutes it takes Becca to make his drink, they talk and banter a little, they have never talked about anything remotely serious. As it goes with most customers.
Becca is already starting on the next drink order as she speaks, âYeah. Got a call at like 3am last night and Iâm trying to figure out if it was a dream or not. Ha.â Her laugh is more like a hard breath, but it does the trick.
âCheck your recent calls on your phone?â George awkwardly stands there, gripping his drink, not sure if he should leave or not.
âPicked it up on my old landline. No caller ID or way to check past calls. Itâs a miracle that thing has voice mail,â Becca says absentmindedly, dumping espresso out of the basket. She grinds more espresso, filling the basket again.
âIs everything okay?â George is still hovering.
âYeah. Yeah, it is. Just - unexpected and weird. Feels more like a fever dream than a call.â Becca pauses for a moment. âIt feels okay and not - all at the same time.â Becca positions the milk wand into the container and turns it on.
âI hope it works out!â George calls over the espresso machine. He turns to leave, and just before he walks out the door Becca responds.
âMe too!â
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A Better Future: Arrow 7x15 Review (Training Day)
Look out for Episode 7x15!!! She came out dancing like, âNobody puts Baby in a corner!â
There are so many goodies I donât know where to start. Well, obviously I know where to start. Weâre going to obsess over every detail. But first, I must ask if anyone survived the 7x16 promo? Cause I didnât. This is Ghost Jen.
Letâs dig inâŠ.
Olicity
This pregnancy is waaaaaaay more fun now that Oliver knows. Seriously this episode is straight out of fanfiction.
Oliver mostly just wants to feed Felicity things I canât even pronounce.
What the heck is a tartine and who sautĂ©s broccolini? You know what? I donât even care. Oliver can cook whatever he wants as long as heâs naked. Yes, those are the marital provisions. You may turn to page 21 in the marriage contract if you need proof. Itâs in bold.
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See guys? Weâre not the only ones quietly unnerved by fully-realized-Jesus-like-superhero Oliver. Heâs giving Felicity the wiggins too.
When was the last time Oliver took orders from anyone? Nope. You canât say Felicity. Sheâs the wifey and pregnant. I feel extremely confident if she asked Oliver to nuke a country heâd do it and then roast her a turkey over the fires of destruction.
Oliver is going the extra mile with the SCPD because he wants the partnership to be legitimate for âour baby.â
Is there anything sexier than Oliver talking about the incubating human he put in his wife? NOPE THERE IS NOT.
First time I died. Yes, weâre numbering it.
Immediately, Oliver mentions William and his reasoning for listening to the SCPDâs buffoon orders is understandable.
Oliver missed out on ten years of Williamâs life and being a vigilante hasnât made their present day relationship any easier. Re: William got the hell out of dodge and is living with the most evil grandparents in the world. Come on. We know they are kinda evil. WHO ERASES A FATHERâS PHONE MESSAGE? At the very least they are hyper helicopter grandparents, which is a hop, skip and a jump away from Evil Town.
Oliver is extremely glass half full right now.
I guess this is what happens when THE PRINCESS THAT WAS PROMISED is about to arrive. I love Felicityâs mildly exasperated expression as Oliverâs waxes poetically about this partnership. Listen girl, you turned him into this big pile of mushy rainbows. Not us.
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Does anyone else scream, âSPOILER ALERT: EVERYTHING IS AWFUL IN THE FUTURE!!!â every time Oliver talks about making the city safe for their children, so they can live in Star City and be happy? No? Just me? The dude deserves a heads up. The writers sure arenât giving him one. Itâs like salt in an open wound whenever Oliver dreams of Star City becoming Disney World 2.0. WRONG SHOW OLIVER.
This is the show where the writers bludgeon us with misery and only give us joyful moments as a brief respite from our pain and sorrow.
Too bitter?
Felicity gets on board with the glass half full approach because ainât nothing cuter than her man being all sunshine and rainbows.
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After all, they are a team within and team. Then comes all the smooching and weâre only in the first 5 minutes. Second time I died.
Oliver totally looked at Felicityâs stomach when she said she didnât want anyone knowing about whatâs happening âin hereâ and his little amused smile was so much I cannot.
Felicityâs right about mumâs the word and not because they are vigilantes, although that is a thing. Itâs best to wait until the first trimester is over before making any big announcements.
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Oliver agrees, Felicity actually says, âYay,â and then asks him to make her a tartine.
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Starving and nausea sum up my first trimester too, girl. Third time I died.
Felicity pregnant ratchets up her adorable factor by at least 80%.
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This woman breathes and Iâm like
I also love how Oliver is the only person who knows why her rambling is so extra and reels her in. Team within a team is damn right.
The SCPD pours out Oliverâs half full glass because they are annoying and stupid. The team needs to adhere to protocol or else. Ugh why do we have to listen to the cops? They donât have cool toys.
Felicity convinces Oliver they simply need to show the SCPD the Team Arrow way and theyâll stop with all the red-tape-need-actual-evidence-court-of-law nonsense.
It sounds good, particularly coming from Felicity. Iâm at the same point as Oliver. I think this woman could tell me the sky is purple and Iâd rock some âPurple Rain.â
If Arrow wants do a show where Oliver cooks for Felicity while she shares all her pregnancy symptoms as they smooch and be adorable in their little incubating love nest I would be completely fine with that because it's Emmy award winning television.
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Why does the show have to be over? Itâs perfect. Fourth time I died.
Olicity continues with their team within a team approach and decide to bring James Midas in on their own. They do it the old fashioned way. (HAHAHA that sounds dirty. Sorry. Iâm a 10 year old trapped in a 37 year old body.) Oliver goes full on growly, burly man in leather and threatens to melt Midasâ face off in a tub of hydrofluoric acid. Stephen Amellâs facial reactions are hysterical. Oliver is almost bored like, âCome on, come on, I have tartines to make and a baby to name.â
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Felicity records the confession while complaining about people like me who donât click update. Iâm perfectly fine with bae owning my ass. Fifth time I died.
But the mayor cuts Midas loose because his confession was coerced. Is that a thing we care about on Arrow now? I guess weâre doing the whole Miranda rights, due process, warrants, evidence, chain of custody thing. Huh. So⊠howâd they prosecute all the other criminals for the last seven years?
Iâm also willing to venture the mayor is slightly evil if sheâs big buddies with a guy like Midas. WHO FUNDED HER CAMPAIGN?
Uncle Diggle is wondering why his OTP is going rogue, so he swings by for a little chat. His Yoda senses are on high alert.
This is why they had to make Diggle normal again. Pod Diggle would never suss out an Olicity pregnancy. I love how Oliver and Felicity are all, âWE ARENâT TELLING ANYONE,â and then Diggle shows up, asks one question, and they fold.
You canât lie to Yoda. Thems the rules.
Diggle ships this ship harder than anybody else. He practically willed this child into existence.
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Itâs possible heâs more excited than Oliver when Felicity tells him the news. The âweâre having a babyâ absolutely includes John Thomas Diggle too. Sixth time I died.
We have to go over this moment in particular because @lyricalarrowâ mentioned it in a tweet and I cracked up because it is so true.
Where is the lie? Oliver looks at the ground, crosses his arms, and shuffles his feet whenever he feels shy or bashful. Itâs like heâs a little embarrassed Diggle knows they have sex.
Meanwhile, the hot little mama over there with her hip wiggle is more than comfortable letting Diggle know his boy knocked her up. Hilarious perfection.
Honestly, I understand Oliverâs reaction here because I felt the same telling my parents I was pregnant. They high fived, but I was a little embarrassed there was physical evidence of my sexual activity with my husband. Itâs cool. I feel confident they decided my daughter was the Immaculate Conception. Everyone is very comfortable with that story.
This announcement also leads to Diggleâs rapid understanding of why Oliver and Felicity are acting like they are on a clock, because THEY ARE ON A CLOCK. Their child will be born into Disney World come hell or high water. THY NAME IS OLICITY AND THY WILL BE DONE!
Like I said, it sounds good on paper, but Diggle comes prepared with logic. Oliver and Felicity understandably have baby on the brain, but they arenât thinking their rogue plan through. Itâll work for a little while, but then Oliver will land in Slabside again. Yeah, I donât want to go back to Slabside. I want to keep doing all the baby stuff. Whatever keeps us doing the baby stuff is the plan I favor.
The truth is if the Team Arrow way worked 100% then Star City would be saved. Same goes for the SCPD. Yes, let us casually ignore the writers will not allow the city to be saved until the final episode because thatâs just details. What needs to happen is a combo approach. Ya know like an actual partnership.
Diggle: You have to find a way to make it work. Comprise. Do whatever you have to do because if you want a new future for this baby of yours it wonât come by doing the same thing we used to do. We have to be something else. Something better.
Is this the first time Diggle has said the, âBe something elseâ line?â I feel like it is. If so, itâs a momentous occasion. Every part of the OTA trio has officially given a âBe Something Elseâ speech. Jeez, this show really is ending isnât it?
After saving the day while working in partnership with the SCPD, Team Arrow reconvenes in their home away from home. BUNKER IS BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!! Thank goodness. I am so sick of the police department. It lacks flair.
The team wants to grab a beer to celebrate, which feels like the first time this suggestion has ever happened other than Diggle and Oliver tossing back some vodka or scotch. Whatâs with all the alcohol? Cause Felicity is pregnant, and these writers want to create as many situations as possible where it can be referenced.
I honestly think Oliver just went to the bar to keep the cover. Cue super sweet winking.
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Seventh time I died.
Diggle isnât done being amazing. I MISSED HIM SO MUCH YâALL. He brings Felicity ginger candies to help with the morning sickness. In my fic âBroken Piecesâ it was saltine crackers. Seriously, how many of us have written fics where A) Diggle figures out Felicity is pregnant and B) he helps her with the morning sickness because he learned a few things while Lyla was pregnant?
Yeah thatâs what I thought. Nobody gets to tell me this episode isnât straight out Olicity Ficville. I. LOVE. IT. Eighth time I died.
He also stokes the Smoak Tech fires by complimenting Felicity on her technology and generally being a total bad ass while pregnant.
SEE? SHE CAN DO BOTH PEOPLE.
Hold up. Rewind. Is that my girl shading Curtis Holt?
HAHAHA! YES IT IS!!!!!!!!!!! THIS EPISODE IS AMAZING!!!!!
We know this DNA security program sheâs developed is what eventually becomes the Archer program, so I am very curious to see how it gets up and running.
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I think one word from Diggle is all itâs going to take.
FELICITY ASKED OLIVER IF SHEâS SHOWING. THE WRITERS HAVE KILLED ME DEAD EIGHT TIMES ALREADY? WHAT IF I ONLY HAVE NINE LIVES? MAYBE IâM REALLY A CAT!!!!!
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Honestly, theyâve nailed the first trimester: nausea, starvation, exhaustion, and wondering if youâre showing when you are absolutely nowhere near showing. Ninth time I died.
And then⊠Felicity wants to talk baby names. Cue hyperventilation.
Yeah yeah yeah I know we know the babyâs name BUT THEY ARE GONNA TALK ABOUT IT GUYS. Thatâs a whole other thing.
Oliver had names picked out pretty much since this moment.
This is the face of man naming his babies while staring at his future baby mama.
So, Iâm really excited Felicity broached the subject first. Sheâs been dreaming about little Olivers and Felicities too. Sheâs just been a little calmer about it instead of My Face Is My Feelings over here.
I am still a firm believer in triplets because it gives us more name permutations, but whatever the writers didnât listen to me and I wonât get greedy. So here we go. It isnât going to be a boy so Felicity can name the boy whatever she wants.
LUCAS? SHE PICKED LUCAS?
Why not Tommy or Robert or the plethora of other dead male characters on this show? Lucas is a fine name I guess. Makes me think of Lucas from One Tree Hill, which is equally awful and wonderful. (His character was a mess. Donât blame me for Lucas Scott being a mess.) Or Luke Skywalker who is also equally a mess. My husbandâs cousin is named Luke. Heâs an awesome guy. Lucas works. Okay. Lucas. Do we call him Luke? I like Luke.
What say you Twitter?
OH MY GOSH I LOVE LUCAS SO MUCH. Tenth time I died.
P.S.: This is why you donât tell people your names until after the kid is born and you slapped it on the birth certificate.
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Oliver immediately signs off on Lucas (re: see nuclear bomb analogy). Hell, if Felicity wanted to name the kid Malcolm, Slade, The Demonâs Head, Damien, Adrian or Ricardo I think heâd still sign off. He might even go for Al Sah-him Jr. The boy is gone okay? Oliver made a baby with his woman and life is amazing. Eleventh time I died.
I love how Oliver tries to pretend like he just thought of a name for a baby girl.
Boy, youâve been spinning out names in that brain of yours every night while you sharpen your arrows. You fool no one sir.
Thereâs a significant pause before Oliver says the name. He has given this a lot of thought. When he speaks again itâs in the same sweet, gentle and quiet tone he uses for Felicity. Since the beginning, Oliver has instinctively softened his voice around Felicity. It was a way to reassure her; to show she is always safe with him.
But his rage and pain are tempered now. The edges have been softened after seven years of loving this one woman.
Yet, this voice remains almost like a whisper because of how much Oliver feels and the depth he loves. Itâs almost overwhelming.
This voice is Oliver at his most earnest and vulnerable.
This is the Oliver only Felicity gets to see.
Heâs better at talking about his emotions now. Itâs taking a lot of practice and learning, but the voice remains the same. This is how Oliver Queen speaks when the words matter the most.
His special Felicityâs voice is also his special Mia voice. Twelfth time I died.
DID I SAY HER NAME WAS MOIRA? .
YES I DID. Thirteenth time I died.
Felicityâs reaction is perfection because Moira is a slightly controversial choice given her relationship with Oliverâs mother and he knows that.
Sweet and fiery describes all the important women in Oliverâs life- the ones heâs loved the most. These women love deeply and fight fiercely.
Moira
Thea
Felicity
Mia
It describes Oliver as well. There is a gentle bear
underneath the raging bull.
This girl is Smoak, Kuttler, Dearden and Queen. And sheâs amazing.
Oliver and Felicityâs baby girl seems destined to become a hero in her own right. Someday Oliver and Felicity will make a better and safer Star City for their children. Maybe theyâll save the city with their children.
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Fifteenth time I died. We havenât even gotten to the promo yet. Probably not a cat, so Iâm totally screwed.
Flash Forward
QUEEN SIBLING TEAM UP!!! Did anyone get major Bratva vibes during these scenes? I sure did. Itâs in the blood kids!
Mia and William make the perfect team because they are (seemingly) opposites, but underneath the surface have a lot in common. RING ANY BELLS?
It doesnât hurt they are basically the familial and platonic reverse of Oliver (Mia) and Felicity (William). Mia is the bad ass from the streets and William is the computer wizard with a whole lotta money. But William is a fighter as well and Mia is extremely smart. Time for some sibling bonding.
They are in search of the mini cassette player, so they can listen to Felicityâs messages. Mia tells William to stay put, but of course he doesnât listen. Pro tip Mia: The elder sibling will never listen to you even when they should listen to you. Curse of being the youngest. Get used to it.
William procures a mini cassette player after haggling over price. Five hundred dollars??? Iâm seriously going to look in the garage for one of those things. In twenty years it might make some bank. Unfortunately, William is scammed like Mia warned and he loses the tape. His plan for getting the tape back, however, works and Mia knocks the lights out of the guy who scammed her brother. I love these two so much. They are sibling perfection.
Thereâs a lot of mutual appreciation. Mia realizes her brother is a genius aka Mini Felicity and William realizes his sister is Mini Oliver.
Itâs a really beautiful moment as William stares at her because itâs been about twenty years since heâs seen his father. She is the closest William has been to Oliver and vice versus.
But Mia thinking âYou have failed this cityâ is a dumb will never not be funny.
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Itâs difficult for William to hit play on the cassette because itâs been 20 years since heâs heard Felicityâs voice and thereâs a fair amount of apprehension about what sheâs going to say.
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Mia gives William the strength to hit play. It reminded so much of all the times Oliver and Felicity gently and lovingly supported each other simply by touching hands, particularly in the beginning of the burgeoning partnership and friendship.
Oliver refused to show any feeling while Felicity wore her heart on her sleeve. They took all the best parts of this beloved couple and put them in their children.
Hearing Felicityâs voice in the flash forwards made me cry and I just need her in this timeline already. She spent twenty years avoiding ever saying William and Miaâs names in the same sentence.
You donât keep your two precious jewels in the same location. I think itâs safe to say this is the strategy Oliver and Felicity were using.
Are there plot holes with the whole William side of things? Sure. It wasnât a secret he was Oliverâs son. The kid was photographed. You can easily find out his last name is Clayton and his grandparents arenât exactly living off the radar. Arrow is either going to have an answer for all these little factoids or theyâre gonna blow right past them and leave them in Plot Hole Land.
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But the bigger picture is Oliver and Felicity kept their children apart for a reason. I found it very interesting Felicity said this was a decision they made together. So whatever separation is coming, it was as much Oliverâs choice as it was Felicityâs.
She reads off some coordinates and orders the children not to look for her, which they promptly ignore. I loved Oliver and Theaâs relationship, but I am enjoying Mia and Williamâs even more. Thereâs a humor and banter that was missing between Oliver and Thea. Sure, there was the occasional teasing, but it was mostly fighting or crying with the original Queen siblings. Itâs fine. Itâs what the situations called for and Stephen and Willa acted the hell out of those scenes. It feels like the writers are trying to have more fun with William and Thea. They banter really showcases each actorsâ comedic talent too, particularly Ben Lewis.
Mia recognizes the coordinates because itâs inside The Glades. Katherine McNamara tweeted out the perfect reaction because Miaâs tone is very âThe North Remembers.â So winter is here friends and weâre going over the wall!
The mere existence of these children is a promise for a better future. I am choosing to remain optimistic about what Oliver and Felicity said. A heroâs journey has to start somewhere. William and Miaâs first act of heroism may very well be saving their parents.
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Team Arrow
Team Arrow being bored to tears and wiping the floor with the SCPD is the realest this show has ever been.
Oliver body slams a fellow officer as a way of âdefusing the situation.â Rene puts a gun together at lightning speed and Felicity looks so bored with the tech sheâs about to smash her head into a computer.
A significant reason Star City is a crappy place to live is because the police arenât putting up a strong line of defense. The SCPDâs antiquated procedures hindering the capturing of criminals shocks no one. If things worked at the police department the city wouldnât need Oliver Queen, his team of bandits, and all their amazing toys. Iâve put up with this Oliver as a police officer for several episodes now, but I draw the line at no suit and no arrows. Screw that.
Dinah is full speed ahead on being captain and draws a hard line in the sand with the team, which of course proves to be disastrous. The reason she is all in on Captain Drake is because she lost her cry and doesnât feel she can be Bl*ck C*nary anymore. When did the C*nary Cry become a prerequisite?
Sara never had one and we were well into Season 3 before Cisco put that choker around L*urelâs neck. Relax Dinah.
Rene gets in Dinahâs face and defends Oliver because sheâs being a b-i-t-c-h.
DID YâALL HEAR THAT? RENE DEFENDED OLIVER!!!!! Rene being tolerable, logical and borderline likable is almost as shocking as Zen Oliver.
Oliver apologizes for going rogue. He always apologizes first. Weâre taking baby steps with the Newbies. Not everything can get better all at once. Patience. But then DINAH ALSO APOLOGIZES and she acknowledges she was way too hard on Oliver. Umm⊠hooray! But for real what is happening to this show right now? Everything is amazing.
Oliver FINALLY tells the team to âsuit upâ and I realized how long itâs been since heâs been the one to say it. The joy of Curtis Holt being gone will never abate. Speaking of Curtis, it feels like a massive difference now that the team is back to four in the field and Felicity in the bunker as Overwatch. God, I missed Overwatch. The trimming of Team Arrow was a smart move for many reasons and I think a five member team is the max capacity this show can handle. Dropping Curtis like the dead weight he is was a fantastic move.
Since Team Arrow is all about the legal now, Felicity hacks whatever SCPD has access to (they arenât completely in the Stone Age) and itâs all admissible in court. The rest of the team secures evidence and arrests in partnership with the police, which mostly looks like the SCPD rolling in after Team Arrow has done all the work. I donât really understand how the criminals Team Arrow captured were prosecuted before all this, but whatever.
Iâm just happy the team is back in the bunker with their suits, they are the official black ops of the police department, and the mayor is repealing that stupid anti vigilante law. HELLO MY SHOW I HAVE MISSED YOU.
Bl*ck S*ren and Emiko
The âTraining Dayâ writers didnât check off everything on my wish list. They were close, but unfortunately BS did not kill Diaz. I still think it wouldâve been awesome, but itâs okay. You win some and you lose some. I think itâs safe to say our fandom is winning just plenty.
Ben Turner aka Bronze Tiger witnessed Diazâs murder while he was in solitary and it was someone wearing the Green Arrow suit, which means Emiko. In exchange for this information BS allows Turner to see his son â Connor, his âlittle hawk.â
I already love this backstory so much more than the one Connor had on the Legends of Tomorrow episode. Connor being Lyla and Diggleâs adopted son makes more sense to me than JJ taking on the random name of Connor Hawke.
BS confronts Emiko and the whole conversation is hysterical hypocrisy.
Bl*ck S*ren: Youâre lying about who you really are. Youâre not a hero.
STEAL ANYONEâS IDENTITY LATELY L*UREL? I can never decide if the writers are blatantly obtuse in regards to L*urelâs character (any version) or if this is somehow a tongue and cheek/wink wink kind of thing.
It doesnât really matter. What does matter is Iâm fairly certain BS just got Ben Turner killed.
Itâs not going to take Emiko and Dante very long to figure out how L*urel came upon this information.
Holy hell lady. Keep your trap shut while you investigate someone. Didnât you learn anything in law school? OH WAIT THATâS RIGHT YOU DIDNâT GO!
Since Turner saved Lylaâs life once I believe theyâll adopt Connor as a way of paying it forward. They also canât let a kid that adorable go. I just want to smush his face.
This also makes Felicity pickle in the middle. Oliver will of course believe Emiko over Bl*ck S*ren and Felicity will have to choose between the two. Iâm actually way more interested in seeing how Felicity reacts than I am anything else, so once again BS services her storyline. Suits me just fine.
THE PROMO
I was sick on Monday (hence the delayed review), so my husband didnât wake me up for Arrow. The nerve of him, I know. So, when I started watching I was about 40 minutes behind and @callistawolfâ told me to call her after because she was hyperventilating. I was very careful while tweeting not to read any other tweets. So, when Mia said they were going over the wall I thought, âCalm down Cal. Itâs not that big of a deal â HOLY SHIT IS THAT A LOVE CABIN?â
THE. PROMO. KILLED. ME. The other fifteen times brought me to the edge and the promo shoved me off the cliff. Donât mourn for me my friends. I had a good life and it was a good death.
This promo is proof the CW can actually put together great marketing for this show. They just choose not to 99.99% of the time, but at least 7x16 can join the truly great promos of 3x01, 3x20, 4x01 and 5x20.
We hear Felicity screaming as the camera pushes in on the cabin and down the hallway into the bedroom where she is delivering their child. The first image we see of Oliver and Felicity is their hands. Oliver is holding on tight as his wife struggles through labor.
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I remember when I used to hyperventilate over a mere shoulder or hand touch.
Oliver and Felicityâs romance started in the quiet moments.
Their love was in the details.
This image of them holding hands, Felicityâs wedding ring brightly shining in the sun, as she brings Mia into this world is a powerful symbol of where their story began and what their love created.
The reason we wear wedding rings is because they are an endless circles. The commitment we are making with our spouse is forever. We wear our ring on our fourth finger of our left hand because the Romans believed the vein in this finger lead directly to a personâs heart. Love is eternal. The focus on Felicityâs ring, her hand gripping tightly in Oliverâs, symbolizes Mia entering this endless loop of love where she will always be wanted, adored and safe.
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Of course, Oliver and Felicityâs child is born in the bright sunshine of morning. We would expect nothing less. Itâs always the light. This child is a new beginning for Oliver and Felicity. A new life who can harness her parentâs light and shine her own upon all she loves. I get emotional when I think about where Oliverâs story began. He was a lost soul who believed life was merely about survival and he didn't deserve one worth living for. And nowâŠ
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Iâm sobbing at the promo yâall. I wonât make it through the episode.
As for this moment...
This is my head canon until the show tells me different.
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Stray Thoughts
Why does Bl*ck S*ren think Oliver and Felicity will be mad Emiko killed Diaz? Nobody is crying over that guy cutie. Oliver and Felicity came to my smore party. They brought the chocolate.
Mia couldnât put the tape in. Iâm still laughing. Katherine McNamaraâs comedic timing is gold.
âThis is private. Loophole.â Felicity being the most irritated she canât do things illegally is so on brand.
Mini cassettes were around in the nineties too. Can we stop with the super aging of things, show?
I love Face/Off. Classic Travolta vs. Cage.
We haven't done a good old fashion gang war. After 7 years in a crime fighting show that feels a little odd.
Oliver and Felicity have their baby in a love cabin and many believe it is Ravenspure, which is the cabin Felicity was conceived in. I truly do not remember this detail from Season 4, but I know better than to question my peeps.
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Half Past The Point Of No Return 4/6 (Sebastian Stan x OFC NSFW)
Earlier Parts: One Two Three
Rating: Explicit Pairing: F/M Fandoms: Sebastian Stan - Fandom, Real Person Fiction, Romanian Actor RPF, Marvel Cinematic Universe RPF Relationships: Sebastian Stan/Original Female Character(s), Chris Evans/Original Female Character (mentioned) Characters: Sebastian Stan, Tara Sullivan (OFC), Chris Evans (mentioned) Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Queerplatonic Relationships, Jealousy, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Use, Under-negotiated Kink, d/s dynamics, Spanking, Praise Kink, Butt Plugs, Rope Bondage, Female Ejaculation, Deepthroating (no choking), Mutual Masturbation, Aftercare, Crying, Fight Sex, Pregnancy (mentioned), Love Bites, Angst, Smut, Fluff, A bit of everything... The BDSM really isn't that heavy... Stillbirth (mentioned)
Part 2 of The Deadliest Sin Series
Summary: The morning after the night before. Sebastian is grumpy, sore, tired, jealous and confused as hell about his Zucchini, Tara. Coffee isn't helping and he needs to talk to his therapist. Instead, it all blows up, leading to arguments, kissing and much, much more...
Notes: Inspired by The Mess We Made by @sebastianfloofyhairâ As always, HUGE thanks go to SebastianFloofyHair for letting me play in her sandbox - and in fact, actively encouraging me, helping me get the characterisation right for Tara and "Her" Sebastian instead of mine. This follows on directly from Invidia, and is pretty much just mostly smut. There is some Feels(tm) though - both angsty and fluffy varieties. If you don't want to be spoiled in a later chapter, please be sure to read chapter 6 of The Mess We Made before this.
Disclaimer:
I don't know the actual, real Sebastian Stan (or Chris Evans). This is just a facsimile of him and both he and the story bear no relation to reality. Any similarities in the scenario to Real Lifeâą are just coincidence. I intend no harm or upset to Sebastian, or his family and friends. Everything is completely made up from the depraved depths of my brain. Except for Tara. She belongs to SebastianFloofyHair
âIâll be right here,â she said, biting playfully at his shoulder and he half laughed, half groaned in response.
âDammit, woman, I said a minute!â He smirked tiredly, but made no move to stop her as she began trailing her fingers across his shoulder blades, brushing over every curve and arch, every hard edge and soft sweep of muscle. Circling a mole just to one side of his spine, she feathered gentle kisses across the top of his shoulder, into the thickness of his trapezius. Her lips parted as she sucked at his damp skin, the tip of her tongue swirling and her teeth grazing, and a contented noise rumbled through his chest. She continued her exploration, mapping another big freckle, barely raised, at the back of his ribcage, as she sketched across the lines of each rib, barely scratching his sides with her nails until his skin ruched up into goosebumps.
âI thought about it, you know,â she murmured against his neck, laying a ribbon of open mouthed kisses up towards his ear.
âMmmm? Thought about what?â he asked lazily, tilting his head to expose the sensitive area behind his earlobe and shivering when she skimmed her lips over it.
âAbout this. Us,â she said, her fingers tracing lines up over his abdomen, the muscles twitching under the almost-tickle, and his back arched his belly away from her until her touch firmed up. âYou wanted to know why,â
Sebastian lifted his head, frowning, and began to speak but she shushed him by covering his mouth with hers, kissing him softly, lapping at his lips, against his tongue, in a slow caress that left him breathless all over again. âYouâre my friend. My best friend. I donât ever want to risk that... didnât...â She paused, her lips still hovering over Sebastianâs, before smiling wryly, self-consciously. âBesides, physically, Iâm not exactly your usual type. I didnât think youâd want that with someone like me...â His frown deepened and he made to reply again, but she shook her head, fighting the prickle of tears behind her eyes. âSo I stopped thinking about it. And that was okay. I didnât realise... you never said...â Her voice wobbled and she buried her face into his neck, absently flicking the pad of her thumbs across his still-pebbled nipples and he drew a shuddering breath. Her breath was hot against his collarbone.
His heart thudded painfully in his chest. He looked down at the mess of waves currently sheltering her from his gaze, and rested his cheek against them. âYou really think that of me? That Iâm that shallow?â he asked quietly, stung a little, then shook his head. âNo, okay, letâs... later. Weâll talk later. But Tara?â He waited, stroking his fingers along the dip of her spine, until she eventually made a sound of acknowledgement, âI thought of you, too. When we met at college?â he chuckled self-consciously. âThought of you far too much. Figured what would someone as smart and pretty want with a geeky drama kid with crooked teeth. And remember the VMAs? The ones where you insisted on taking that picture of me next to Hulk Hogan so I looked like I weighed maybe 90 pounds soaking wet?â
She snorted, her face still pressed into him, and reached up to tug on a lock of his hair. âYou mean with those sexy blond highlights?â He lightly smacked her backside in response, and she whimpered as renewed fire flooded the sensitised skin.
âYes, those too. Well when I saw you in that gorgeous lilac number, the one with the deep purple sash and the neckline down to your navel? I very much thought about you then too, and for most of the next week. Definitely thought about you when we were in Jamaica. Wanted to swap places with that girl you hooked up with so bad and get my mouth on you. Not to mention the whole Bulgari party,â He watched her ears turn red at the reminder, biting his lip at the memory of that night, and how close heâd been to kissing her that night, far more than kissing, if sheâd have let him. âAnd Jesus, darlinâ if you keep doing this,â he slid his hands between them to settle over hers where they were still stroking absently, âthen Iâm gonna be too wound up to give you the attention you deserve. Or do I have to tie you up?â
âIâm thinkinâ you might have to, if you want me to keep my hands off you,â she told him, shifting closer to him and settling her palms on his waist, âAnd also, I really, really want to mark you up... right here...â Her lips parted against an especially erogenous spot at the side of his neck and she settled her teeth against his skin, barely scraping as she teased lemniscates with the tip of her tongue.
Tipping his head to expose the length of his throat, he groaned softly before he spoke. âOh you do, huh? Well, maybe you best make the most of it before I have you safely bound up then,â She blinked her eyes open, watching as he reached for the carefully coiled roped beside him and began unwinding it. He smirked, biting his lip. âHmm, canât back up your threats? Mayb-â His words melted into a sharp inhalation, then a moan, as she bit down, suckling hard, her tongue swiping over the darkening bruise forming under her lips. He dropped the rope beside him and his hands lifted, tangling into her mass of copper waves as each pull of her mouth, a combination of pain and pleasure, arced down to his groin and coiled in his pelvis. His voice was gravel when he spoke. âYou don't know how much I love it that you like playinâ rough, babe.â
His thighs tensed as his hands fell to her waist, and he pressed into the pinch of her teeth for one last moment. Then Tara yelped as the room flipped, and she found herself face first on the comforter, with him, one knee between her own, tucking her hands against the still-smarting curve of her ass. He reached over her, to the drawer of her bedside table, and rooted around for a second; when his fingers closed over a pair of angled medical scissors, he withdrew his hand, dropping them onto the top, and raised his eyebrows, wordlessly asking for her consent. Biting her lip, she nodded firmly, murmured âYes, I want itâ, and he felt the first thickening of his dick as he returned her nod once in confirmation, before shifting back upright.
With a couple of deft movements, he looped the rope around her arms, working methodically to bind them together. âStill, I did warn you. Seeinâ as you canât keep those talented hands of yours off me...â With the ends of the half tied rope in his hands, he leaned over her shoulder, nudged her chin with his nose and settled his lips on hers; they kissed, slow and deep, before reluctantly he pulled away, thick, dark lashes brushing against the arch of his cheeks until his eyes opened to meet hers. â... not to mention your fuckinâ incredible mouth...â He threw her a look that made her belly swoop, as he gazed through his lashes, eyes - full of dark promise - focusing on her face as his lips curled into an indecent grin, and she squeezed her thighs together at the swelling ache between them. â... now I hafta make you,â
Her breath shuddered as he returned to kneel beside her, continuing to wind the silk rope around her biceps, just underneath her elbows, the middle of her forearms. As her arms became less mobile, reality began softening, and she let herself drift back towards the sense of floating, of changing focus. Her whole mind centred on the ever increasing desire burning in her pelvis, the gentle caress of his fingers against her skin as he worked, the scent of him so close. The sensuous slither of the silk rope against her skin sent tremors through her, until her toes clenched in the bedclothes, and he paused in his activity, placing a hand on her hip.
âAlright Tara?â he asked, a crease, the ghost of a frown, forming between his eyes as he leaned forwards to see her face. She blinked back the desire, soft focus smudging her thoughts, and nodded.
âYes... yes, good,â she reassured him, licked her lips and his eyes settled on her mouth, mirroring her action unconsciously. She groaned at the touch of his tongue to his swollen lips, her eyes closing, and shifted, her hips arching into the mattress in search of a little pressure, any relief from the ever-increasing throbbing between her legs. He rolled back on his heels, his lip pulled between his teeth as the sound travelled straight to his groin, and concentrated on finishing her bindings. She barely noticed as he carefully slipped a finger between all of the loops and her arm, pulling gently to even out the tension, before tying the final knot.
âClench and relax your hands for me, Tara,â he ordered, watching carefully as she did so. âIf you start hurting or feel funny, you safeword or tell me immediately, babe, okay? Hard limit,â
She nodded, warmth flaring in her solar plexus at his words and the world blurred even further beyond the rub of the bindings, his weight pressing against her leg, and the heat and moisture building in her pussy. An experimental shrug against his knotwork just amplified everything. When she felt his knuckles tapping at her hip, she narrowed her eyes against the lightness in her head that made everything feel like cotton wool and nodded again. âOkay, yes... Yes, I will,â she said dreamily. After a pause, she added ââS clementine.â
Sebastianâs head tipped back between his shoulders and he drew in a sharp breath, his cock twitching at her already blissed out timbre, even before heâd touched her. He was going to make sure that she would remember this forever, he promised himself, sweeping his gaze along her body with his heart swelling, full of what felt dangerously close to love love as he memorised her blind trust in him. âThatâs right, good girl,â His voice was thick when he spoke, with emotion, with arousal. âSo good for me, sweetheart,â and she whimpered. His hands closed around her hips, and he said âUp on your knees, Iâll help.â
She found her hips lifting before her mind had caught onto his words but followed his lead until she had her knees tucked under her. His thighs pressed against the back of her own for just a moment before he moved back to stand beside the bed, his hands resting lightly on the outside of her thighs
âShit, babe, I almost want to just lie on my back and have you ride my mouth, but I have plans for you.â he said roughly, and she groaned loudly at the image. She shifted her thighs together as a new rush of wetness bloomed from her core and he tapped against one leg. âShift yourself back; slowly though,â he said. Trying to look behind her, and failing, she sucked in a breath against the nervousness in her stomach and carefully shuffled herself backwards the few inches until she felt herself teetering at the edge of the mattress. His hands squeezed her hips in warning. âStop there. Good girl. Now, one leg at a time, okay? Left first, put your foot down to the floor, but keep your chest against the bed. Understand?â He voice was low, firm, but warm, and she made a noise of agreement, his commands settling her nerves. His fingers loosely curled around her thigh as she stretched out her leg, feeling for the floor and steadying herself. Waiting obediently until Sebastian tapped her right leg, she followed that down until her toes were scrunching into the plush of the rug beneath them. âAlmost there,â he told her, his hands settling back onto her hips as he pressed his thigh between hers, his cock bumping against the hypersensitive skin of her buttock as he used his foot to spread her feet apart until he was satisfied.
Turning to glance back over her shoulder as he stepped back and into her line of sight, she whimpered softly. The muted winter sun streaming through the sheer curtain highlighted every defined muscle, his skin glowing in the soft yellow light as if still lightly tanned from summer. His hair was ruffled, thick and curling at the nape of his neck, his lips swollen and blushing, but his eyes... his eyes spoke volumes, surrounded by thick lashes, the pupils blown wide with just the tiniest highlight of the lightest, beautiful blue, and when they met hers, she bit her lip.
âJesus, Tara, you have no idea... You look absolutely stunning right now and I am this close...â He held his thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart. â... to just takinâ you right now, slidinâ my cock as deep as I can into you and fuckinâ you until youâre begginâ me to let you come,â His eyes drifted shut for a moment as he groaned, his cock jerking, and she whined. Blinking his eyes open, his lids heavy, he moved back towards her, his palm settling over the curve of her ass and squeezing the over-sensitive skin. Tara gasped, pressing her forehead into the comforter at the flood of bright sensations hot and stinging under his hand.
âYou look so fuckinâ good, sweetheart, my marks all over that fantastic ass of yours...â he paused, ducking to bite at the fullest curve of the cheek, before comforting the ache with a stroke of his tongue, a kiss, even as she moaned into the bed. Leaning forwards, he placed his hand on the mattress, hovering his lips over her ear, his breath gusting across her jaw, and whispered, â... that beautiful pink plug inside your ass, keeping you open for me, just in case...â His lips settled behind her earlobe, teasing at the same moment as his fingers began tapping out a pattern on the glass still visible. He bit his lip, grinning as she whimpered his name, frustration already veining her voice as her back arched and she pushed back into his touch against the toy. He pushed himself back up and she could hear him walking around her as he continued speaking. â... that royal purple rope contrastinâ so perfectly with everythinâ else, but most of all?â The sound of a cushion falling, coming to rest against the polished wood flooring. âThis...â
Sebastian dropped to his knees and swiped the full length of his tongue along her flushed, slick folds, only stopping when he nudged against the cool hardness sitting snugly inside her ass. Her knees buckled at the unexpected sensation, a startled Oh! bursting from her, and he grinned to himself as he steadied her legs. âYour pretty pussy, all swollen and soaking wet, your clit just achinâ for me to get my mouth on it... Fuck, babe, you taste even better than I imagined you would,â he groaned, leaning in to sample her flavour again, dipping his tongue between her lips as his hands settled against the bare strip of soft flesh above the lace of her stockings.
Tara whined at the wet heat against her, at the way his tongue barely flicked at her clit, her pulse pounding through it, echoing her heart. There was an explosion of tingling when he lapped all too briefly where she was stretched around the plug buried inside her and she struggled to arch back, to press herself against him. With every touch she sank deeper into the softness of subspace, pierced only by her rapidly swelling need to come again. âPlease, I need you, Sebastian,â she begged, and he soothed her with the brush of his hands, quiet noises of reassurance.
âHang on, sweetheart, youâre doing so well for me, but I need you to listen now,â he murmured, âCan you do that for me?â She nodded, adding a soft yes, and he smiled, placing open mouthed kisses to the back of each thigh, just above the edge of the stockings. âYouâre going to stand there, until Iâve had my fill of using my mouth and my fingers and anything else that I decide to use on you, and youâre not going to come until I say so,â She groaned desperately, her hips bucking towards him, seeking out contact, until he stilled her with both hands. âBut when I say you can come, then you can come as many times as you can manage before your legs give way. Think you can manage that for me?â
Tara nodded vigorously against the comforter under her cheek as she spoke. âYes, yes, please, Sebastian...â she pleaded and he caught his lip between his teeth, feeling himself throb as she almost vibrated with need. He reached down to wrap his hand around himself, stroking his cock a couple of times just to ease the overwhelming desire to simply take her, there and then. With a final squeeze, and a deep breath, he raised both hands to steady her pelvis as he leaned over to suck and bite at the inside of her thighs. She shuddered, moaned into the bed as her restless body grazed her taut nipples across the fabric, her eyes closing against the rush of sensations, her pussy flooding with another burst of arousal.
Sebastian's eyes closed, her scent building with every word, every touch, every passing second, and he licked his lips.âGood girl,â he ground out, and finally settled his mouth, wide open, over her core and suckled hungrily, licking firm strokes through her wetness. He swept across her clit, one hand kneading at her sensitive inner thigh, already pinking up from the scruff on his jaw. The thumb of the other hand slipped between her lips, in the slick gathered there, before nestling between the curves of her ass and teasing at the stretched muscle around the plug, following it around the full circumference. She gasped, turning her head to crush her face into the bed, stifling the noises spilling from her lips as he slowly twisted the plug in time with the deep, broad sweeps of his tongue over her. His tongue worked from her clit to her opening and her hands fisted against her arching back under the overwhelming stimulation. The pinch on the tender skin of her thigh jolted her, and he pulled away a fraction, his words ghosting over her intimately.
âDonât you dare hide those fuckinâ amazing sounds youâre makinâ,â he told her, before teasing her as he added, âYou sure made plenty of âem last night...â His belly still churned at the thought of her with Chris, but his anger had faded. The memory of the previous evening flashed into his head, and he shivered. When he spoke again, lust slurred his words. âCould hear you downstairs, anâ I had to get myself off because all I could think of was you, wanted it to be me makinâ you moan like that, wanted it to be my cock inside you when you came...â
His moan matched hers as he dived back in, lapping inside her before tracking up, swiping over her until his mouth collided with his thumb, placing long sweeps across the junction between skin and glass until she mewled his name. She was already so close, her need wound so tightly in her pelvis, that the idea of not coming seemed almost impossible. The sensation sparking out from his tongue against her stretched skin had her right on the edge, yet somehow he seemed to know and he kept his movements just a little too slow, a little too light, kept her oh, so close, until her belly was aching.
âSebastian, please...â she gasped and he pulled back, placed a series of kisses along the inside of her thigh.
âPlease what, sweetheart? You wanna come?â he asked, and she nodded, begged, yes, yes, please, let me... His cock hardened painfully, and he drew a slow breath in through his nose to calm himself before speaking. âNot just yet, darlinâ,â he replied, soothing a hand across her hip as she whined. âYouâre being so good for me, just a bit longer,â
Reaching up, he watched as he slicked his first two fingers through her arousal, finding her opening and circling, before sliding them inside her. Her back arched on a moan, and his head dropped forwards, resting against the back of her thigh as she clenched around them.
âFuck, babe, you feel incredible,â he ground out, his other hand dropping to once more squeeze at his cock; God knows why he thought heâd be able to do this and still be good to fuck her properly... right about now, he figured heâd be lucky if he managed to get inside her without coming. He squeezed again, painfully tightly, and willed himself to calm down, before withdrawing his fingers, right to the tips, then sliding back until his knuckles pressed against her. Settling his mouth back over her clit, he scribed his name with the pointed tip of his tongue in perfect school-book cursive, invisibly marking even her sex as his. As she tightened around his slowly sliding fingers, her clit swelling in warning as she hovered ever closer to the peak, he drew back, biting his lip at her half sobbed wail of frustration.
âSo good, thatâs it,â he consoled, âI know, babe, I know... Want you so bad too, want to be inside you, feelinâ you tighten around me, want to fuck you so bad, shit, Tara...â he gasped, leaking precome against his belly, his cock twitching. He blew out a breath, tightening his hold on his own control, and placed a kiss at the underside of each buttock. âEveryone knows about the G spot...â He found the ruffled patch inside her, flickering his fingertips over it and she whimpered, clamping down on him, â... but have you ever heard of the A spot?â he asked.
She struggled, like walking through molasses, through the warm fuzziness inside her mind and forced out a no, shaking her head, before her concentration was once more focused on the aching, burning throb in her clit, her belly, her pussy, on not letting the pleasure overwhelm her until he said so. He grinned at her response.
âOh, darlinâ... Letâs see if we can find it, huh?â he suggested, and she nodded desperately, her fingers spreading. He reached up with his other hand, covered both of hers and squeezed, feeling her reciprocate, her skin warm and he settled back on his heels, reassured that the rope wasnât tightening unpleasantly around her wrists. The glide of his fingers within her, slipping deeper into her pussy until they were buried inside her drew a long moan from her lips, her eyes rolling underneath her closed eyelids. She rocked into his movements as far as she could, biting her lip. He flicked his fingers in a come-hither gesture, and her eyes flew open, a surprised whimper as a new, different coil of sensation spiraled to her clit, along with a fresh rush of wetness over his fingers, leaking around his knuckles.
âThatâs it, sweetheart!â he groaned, bending to lap up the fluid seeping over his hand. âAlmost there, just a little bit longer. When I say so, you can come...â Another flick of his fingers, another trickle which he sucked greedily from his hand. â... and when you do, I want you to squirt all over my fuckinâ face, babe,â The noise she made at his words was one that he was pretty sure would haunt his fantasies for a very long time. By the time he started shaping the alphabet across her clit in time with the flicks of his fingertips, her legs were already trembling. His palm rubbed circles over the lace of the stocking and every few letters he paused, collecting the slick gathering on his hand, occasionally trickling down against his cheek, before continuing.
All she could do by now was feel. Every nerve ending was dialled up, the slide of the rope against her arms was like fire under the skin, each pass of his tongue against her a spark of almost painful pleasure, and it took everything in her to fight back the urge to let go, to arch against him for just that few seconds it would take to send her over the edge. Even his hand, now steadying her hip, flared with sensation that went straight to where she was clenching around his fingers as they fluttered inside her mercilessly. She wasnât sure how long it had been, only that it felt like heâd been licking over her for what seemed like forever, when his tongue tripped just right across her clit, and she whined, her eyes flying open.
âOh God, mâclose... Stop, please Sebastian!â she gasped out, and he eased back, watching as she shuddered away from the edge.
âFuck, Tara,â he murmured, his voice filled with admiration, âyouâre so perfect for me, look at you!â Stretching himself up, he peppered her with kisses, across the small of her back, the palm of her trembling hand, over her buttocks, and down to the back of her thighs, all the while, praise spilling from him, how beautiful, how clever, how fuckinâ sexy, how good, oh, so fuckinâ good for me. With both hands he tipped her hips, shifting her stance, and turned, settled back between her thighs but with his back against the side of the bed this time. Planting a careful kiss over her pelvic bone, he wriggled until he found the right angle, tucked his fingers back inside of her, and when he spoke, his breath gusted across her soaked folds. âCome for me now, sweetheart,â he ordered.
Sebastian fastened his lips around her clit, sucking it into his mouth as he traced the letter M across it with his tongue, over and over, unerringly finding that new spot again inside her and flickering the pads of his fingers against it. She cried out wordlessly, spasming around him as, almost immediately, the tension burst, spreading through her in waves that prickled at her skin, her scalp tingling and her legs shaking furiously; her release flooded from within her, over his hand, drenching his cheeks, his lips, soaking into his scruff as he opened his mouth wider to suckle and swallow, prolonging the pleasure with soft flutters of his fingers.
Just when she thought he was going to stop, as he withdrew his hand, greedily lapping the excess moisture from his palm, he closed his mouth over her once more. As he licked tight circles around her oversensitive clit, she whimpered, feeling her arousal build back up, even through the almost painful flicks of his tongue. When his still-damp fingers wound around the base of the toy inside her ass, twisting and steadily pulling against her reflexive clench at the blaze of pleasure, she cried out helplessly. He dragged the flared glass back past the muscle only to begin gliding it back and forth, in and out, keeping pace with the swirl of his tongue and the cling of his lips. In no time, her voice broke around his name as pleasure exploded through her a second time. Plunging the plug back in to the hilt, his mouth opened over her to capture the fresh rush from within her pussy, laving over her in long, firm sweeps with the flat of his tongue and her legs finally collapsed underneath the onslaught. In an instant, strong hands and solid arms caught her, settling at her hips and guiding her to rest her wobbling knees against his shoulders. He nursed her through the shudders until, with her whole body trembling, she collapsed against him, her chest and belly heavy against the comforter as she sucked in lungfuls of air.
âThassit, atta girl,â he murmured, quickly wiping his mouth and chin against his shoulder before hauling her limp form down to kneel across his waist and cradling her head against his chest for a moment. His hands dropped to her wrists, quickly pulling apart the knot and unravelling the bindings by feel as he whispered to her, how incredible she was, doing just what I wanted, being so good for me, such a good girl, driving me crazy, so beautiful. When the last coils fell away, he tossed the rope to the side and carefully brought her arms forward, rotating her shoulders, her wrists and kneading at the muscles, the trapezius, the deltoids. Only when he had checked her skin, confident there were no chafed patches or bruising, that she could move and feel everything, only then did he sink his hands into her hair and pull her in for a searing kiss.
Time seem to slow to a crawl as he lost himself in the slide of his lips over hers, the stroke of his tongue against her own, the warmth and comfort surrounding him even as it inflamed him more. One hand shifted, settled against her jaw, thumb caressing her cheek as finally Tara could reach, touch, her hands mapping his chest and shoulders. She swallowed the gasps that spilled from his lips as her nails raked across the hard nubs of his nipples, rubbing firmly then pulling, twisting until he arched beneath her, his knees bending, thighs against her back as his feet settled flat to the wood floor.
When they eventually separated, he held her forehead to his. Breathless, his cheeks flushed and his skin burning with need, he brushed his nose against hers. When his eyes blinked open to meet hers, Taraâs breath hitched at the emotion in his gaze.
I am so screwed, she thought.
The Science Bits:
The A-Spot is a real erogenous zone, along with the P-Spot (not to be confused with boys stealing the term to refer to the prostate or perineum) and are found much higher up the vagina than the G-Spot at the level of the cervix, on the front and back walls respectively. The A-Spot often helps to increase lubrication, even in women who normally struggle for various reasons. There's also the K-Spot (just above the anus), the U-Spot (erectile tissue just above the urethral opening but below the clitoris) and the O-Spot (opposite the G-Spot and a bit higher), if you want to go exploring!
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