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itsybitsybatsyspider · 4 months ago

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The Dragon Prince Au Masterpost

So since i got so many ideas and thoughts for this au, imma just make a masterpost for this since i plan on expanding and adding more to it in the future. Thought it’d make context a bit easier to understand. There's quite a bit so buckle in fellas

Berk is an outpost village that lies along the border of Katolis and Xadia. The people and battalion there are known for their duty to ward off dragons and drakes when they get too close to the border, and they are based right on the edge of the border where both lands meet at the Gulf of Tenebris.

The events from the first movie still kind of play out. Hiccup shoots down Toothless and hides it from everyone, but after learning about dragons and seeing that they’re misunderstood and that Berk has been provoking them, he then creates a disguise to help the dragons.

Of course, now everyone thinks that there’s a Sunfire elf out there fighting against them and why do they think he’s a Sunfire elf?? Because he creates Inferno in an attempt to mimic a Sunforge blade and paints his helmet to look like elf markings and builds in horns.

Jack is a Skywing elf, and a mage-in-training. He’s doing his best and lives with his mother and sister, Emily. Their village is to the north of the Ruins of Elarion and resides in the mountains.

He's out flying one day when he hears a dragon's roar and when he flies down to investigate he sees a human trying to catch a dragon. Filled with anger he jumps down and pulls up a spell, aiming it at the human, who stares back with his eyes wide and hands raised.

Hiccup was only trying to wrangle Toothless to try and put on a new and improved tailfin when out of nowhere a Skywing elf leaps out and points lightning at him???

So they get off on the wrong foot. But after seeing that Hiccup wasn't harming Toothless and Toothless was friendly towards Hiccup, did Jack lower his staff. He truly thought the human was going to try to kill the dragon to take it apart to send to the dark mages of the Katolin court. He'd heard stories of human "mages'' and their brand of "magic". But no. All that was in front of him was a startled human who had only been wanting to help a creature of Xadia.

and from there, their friendship begins.

Jack tells Hiccup about Xadia and Hiccup tells Jack about his home. They sneak off to hang out and take Toothless out flying. Jack uses Sky magic to make them go faster and higher and blows snow flurries their way to mess with Hiccup.

Hiccup brings pastries and food for Jack to try from home and gets him to try brown morning potion. It ends with Hiccup laughing on the ground and a cup frozen to the ground as Jack sputters in distaste at the bitterness

Jack manages to find a real Sunforge blade and gifts it to Hiccup. "Now you can pass off as a real Sunfire elf. Or at least close enough."

Toothiana is a Skywing elf. One of Jack’s friends and a family friend to the Frost-Overlands. She’s helped teach Jack some Sky magic but it’s not much. She tries to help him by hunting down books, tomes, and scrolls in her free time when she’s not busy

Bunny is an Earthblood elf who doesn’t stay in one place too long. But he does have a place on the outskirts of their village and sometimes lingers for a few weeks at a time before going back to his travels. His real home is in the Uncharted Forest.

Sandy is a Sunfire elf who passes through occasionally and is Tooth's source for magic books for Jack. Sandy lives near Lux Aurea but his work keeps him traveling around. He's a Sun mage and is currently hunting for the source of whatever magic has been corrupting creatures in Xadia and turning them into monsters made of nothing but shade and decay.

North is a human dwelling in Berk. He and Gobber run the smithy and create the defenses for the outpost and take turns running the shop. But North is actually a friend to Xadia (*cough* Bunny *cough cough* Tooth *cough* Sandy). It was the time before he came to Berk and he keeps these opinions to himself until he discovers what Hiccup has been doing in his spare time.

Astrid is the top-cadet in the training program at the outpost. Best in her class and has the highest chance of joining the Outpost Guard right off the bat. She and Hiccup are friends and she has trouble understanding his sudden reluctance to want to fight dragons and keep enemy forces at bay. This is their home. Doesn’t he want to protect it? Surely he must understand what’s at stake if creatures from Xadia were to invade.

the rest of the teenagers are in the training program a well. Snotlout has aspirations to join the Katolin army at the Breach, Fishlegs just wants to study the flora and fauna of Xadia without it trying to kill him, and the twins... well they're the twins. They want to learn primal magic for pranks and get chased by a drake and cause havoc in general.

Jamie Bennett and his family live in Berk and Jamie has a secret that he's never told anyone. His best friend's an elf.

Jamie and Emily become friends before the events of the story start. And have been friends for months at this point. They've been lying to everyone to keep their friendship. So when Jack starts acting suspicious at home, claiming to go see some friends (he doesn’t have friends aside from her and Tooth) she starts paying attention to what he’s trying to hide. She fills Jamie in on it as well during one of their hangouts and he’s like “Oh weird, you know I've been noticing the Commander’s son has been disappearing as well.”

At one point Jack manages to get his hands on an illusion necklace, and gives it to Hiccup so that he can be fully disguised as an Earthblood elf. He wants to show him the beauty of his home and Xadia without the worry that he’ll get captured or killed and they spend a whole day going through Jack’s village and showing him everything. Emily follows along and keeps a sharp eye on Hiccup.

She brings it up in their following recap. "So my brother had a friend over the other day... it was an Earthblood elf i had never seen before... he acted really weird." "Huh that's weird... Hiccup was gone the other day... no one could find him..." ".... Hiccup?"

and Pitch is a dark mage :)

At some point i may add more, but for now this is the base context for the Au. it was hard not to get carried away with adding even more but i think that about sums it up for now! Below is the art that's been posted already. I'll edit it as i post more but for now that's it!

Jack, Hiccup, and Toothless designs

Sunfire Elf Hiccup disguise

Jack's Wing Maintenance

First Meeting (and misunderstandings)

Questions Ask

Ask #2

Jack and His Sister

Astrid, Jamie, and Tooth Designs

Earthblood Elf Hiccup Illusion

Some Plot

#the dragon prince au #the dragon prince au masterpost #jack frost #rotg #hiccup haddock #httyd #hijack #hijack au #god this took me forever to finish #and i really held back from rambling #i tried my best to keep it as simple as possible but it was SO HARD #AND IT'S STIL SO LONG HOLY COW #but yeah this is it!!#hope y'all enjoy!!#thank you to my three mutuals who encouraged me to write this out #this ones for you <3

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hoedamn-eron · 1 year ago

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baby, please - part 11

As you approach the middle of your pregnancy, you take Beth house hunting. She has an awful lot of wisdom.

Warnings: Small mention of being sick, so emetophobia warning. Hint of a panic attack. Talking about unresolved feelings. Not proofread whatsoever so there's definitely mistakes somewhere. Word count: 3,492 F!Reader, no use of Y/N.

We're officially half-way through this fic!

Disclaimer: I am not from the US, I am British. I just looked at houses that were up for sale in the Florida area and picked one 😂

Part 10 ● Series Masterlist ● Part 12

The next few weeks of your pregnancy are filled with work, bridesmaid dress appointments, and time spent with Santiago.

Ever since your disagreement (because it was not an argument), your interactions over the following few weeks with Santiago grew more frequent and purposeful. You’ve both made the effort to get to know each other a little bit more as people, and not just soon-to-be-parents. You found out more about his childhood, about how after his father passed away, his mother was alone to raise him and his older sisters. Like he mentioned on your first date, he hadn’t really spoken to them much, or any family really, but he was thinking of fixing that, and reaching out since he was going to be a father, and his parents weren’t there to see it. He thought his kids should have their Tías in their lives.

He wasn’t much of a rebellious kid in high school, because he dreaded the wrath of his mother, and that he joined the Army from the ‘propaganda they spew at high school kids on career days’. At the time he thought it was a good idea, and really, it was, since he got to build up his career, but he ‘could do without the bad knees and PTSD’. You told him that he was still a great guy ‘despite the shitty knees’. He’d laughed at that.

He’d come over to your place and you’d have dinner together. Maybe you’d watch a movie on your couch, that usually ended up with you fast asleep. He’d always wake you to let you know he was leaving, sometimes getting you into bed before he left. You even tried to go out once a week to a nice dinner together, when the time allowed it, where you’d both always battle it out on where to go. You always decided to just rock-paper-scissors and the winner got to choose.

But your favourite thing to do with Santi was go to the movies (even though you’d only been a handful of times with him). You both always pick a cheesy romance, and you sit together sharing a sweet popcorn (because going to the movies was expensive and you have two kids on the way! Of course, you were going to be stingy). You always sneak in a few bags of Sourpatch Kids, and you are willing to share a few with Santi. With each passing week, the bond between you deepened, merged with shared experiences and the anticipation of the future you were now shaping together.

And then, your journey together finds you in Santiago's apartment (managing to avoid Emily each time). It was exactly how you expected it to look; tidy, neat, mostly beige and brown, with a bit of navy dotted in there. It was a typical bachelor pad. Together, you started clearing out his spare room and meticulously planned and arranged it to be the twins' bedroom; you realised that this space was a room where your children would find their home, where they will share laughter and happy memories with their father. It left a warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.

And not because Santi’s hand just brushed against yours as he passed you an old pair of boxing gloves to throw into the ‘donate’ box.

Yeah, things with Santiago were good. Really good. You’d settled into a nice routine, and you both weren’t to tense anymore. You felt more open, that if you had a problem, you felt like you could go to him now, and vice versa. You look forward to when you’re going to see him next. You consider yourselves good friends.

“So, you’re dating?” Beth asked with raised eyebrows as she gave you a quick glance from her place in the driver’s seat.

Your stomach flips at her question, but you put it down to morning sickness. You roll your eyes at her instead. “We’re not dating.”

“I dunno, sounds like dating to me,” Beth said, shaking her head lightly.

“It’s not…we’re not dating!”

“You meet up multiple times a week and hang out.” She gave you a pointed look. “You see him more than you see us. That’s dating.”

“No,” you say, glaring at her. “It’s…it’s not dating, we’re not dating!”

“The more you deny it makes it out like you’re dating,” Beth whispered, turning down a small and tidy neighbourhood.

“You’re so smug,” you say, giving her the finger, only for her to give it back to you as she pulled up outside the cute little white house with the blue trim.

“I’m just saying, that’s what Georgia and I did when we first got together,” Beth said as she unbuckled her seatbelt. “And here we are, two years later, arranging our wedding.”

You fought the urge to childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Let’s just…look at the house.”

You’d started furniture shopping and your living room was starting to become smaller and smaller since the boxes of baby stuff started piling up. You’d decided that it was time to start looking into moving into a bigger place; you were approaching the halfway mark of your pregnancy, and you were slowly outgrowing your apartment. And who better to ask than Beth? From her work, she knew all the nice neighbourhoods with the low crime rates and good schools, and she knew the good houses that were within your budget.

So, you’d asked her to help you go in for a few viewings, to help pick out the perfect place for you and your babies, to spend your lives together. You were excited, to know that this was the next step in the chapter of your life. You already had so many ideas on how you were really going to make a house your home.

“So this one has two bedrooms, and two bathrooms, but one of those bathrooms is an ensuite,” said Beth, looking at her phone at the house details. “Decent sized back garden, there’s a drive for your car…and it’s been recently renovated.”

“By you?” you ask, grinning.

“Not me, no,” Beth says grinning as you both enter the house.

There were other potential buyers meandering around the house, taking a look around the house. You give an impressed look at the house as you wander through with Beth. “It’s nice.”

“It is,” she says, looking around herself, checking out the wooden floors.

You and Beth walk through the house, oohing, and ahhing at the new flooring and the state-of-the-art bathroom that had just been put in. You did like the house, but after an hour of looking around, you and Beth decided it just wasn’t for you; the bedrooms were on the smaller side, and there wasn’t much closet space. You would struggle with all of your stuff and two kids in tow.

“To be honest, houses always look better when there’s still furniture in them,” Beth said as you both climbed back into here car. “Lucky for us, the next few houses are empty.”

“So they’ve been on the market for a while?” you ask, looking at her sceptically.

“They have but not because they’re bad,” said Beth, starting the car and pulling out. “It’s because everyone wants modern and renovated houses nowadays.”

You sit in a comfortable silence as Beth navigates through the streets and you’re back in another neighbourhood, which was a little more active than the other one. There were children out playing, and it was bright and colourful with flowers in the gardens and trees lining the sidewalks.

“This neighbourhood looks a little more child friendly,” you say as Beth pulled in front of another house, painted a light blue with a front porch. It looked a little run down but nothing a clean up and lick of paint couldn’t fix. “The other one looked…quiet.”

“Yeah,” Beth said, turning the car off and unbuckling her seatbelt. She waves at the estate agent, who was stood by the front door.

You both climb out the car and greet the agent. Beth introduces you both, declaring Harry an old friend from her college days. You smile and shake his hand, before Harry let’s you both in the house. “This is two bedrooms and one bathroom. As you could see from outside, it has a nice porch and the gardens, both front and back, are fairly big for the size of the house.”

You nod as Harry leads you through the house, talking about the old owners and how they moved to California for work. He talked about the neighbourhood, and you were right, it was mostly a place for families, that it was just around the corner from an elementary school. You liked the house, really, but it just didn’t feel like you. Beth could tell you were a little reserved, and suggested moving onto the next house, where Harry was going to follow you.

Throughout the day, you take a look at four (four!) more houses. You felt bad, that you were going through so many viewings and open houses, but they just didn’t feel right. I couldn’t see yourself living in them. It was only the first day but you were under a time limit, and you were disappointed that you hadn’t found what you were looking for yet.

Beth reassured you that there were more houses she had planned to look at, but when you reached house number six, you lightly gasped. It was a modestly sized house, and it was white with white stone accents, a garage attached with a small drive. The front garden was made of grass (overgrown, of course), and you could see tall white fencing cutting off the back garden from the public. You got an instant warm feeling from it.

Harry pulled up behind you both as you and Beth climbed out her car. He quickly joined you, pulling keys out of his pocket as he talked about the house. “This is actually three bedrooms with two bathrooms. It had a nice open plan kitchen and dining room, and a nice sized living room.”

“It’s a little dated,” Beth said to you. “But we can work on that.”

“The folks who owned it decided to sell and downsize, since their kids had grown up and moved out and started having their own kids,” Harry replied.

“So it wasn’t the area?” you ask him.

He shook his head. “No, it’s a very nice family friendly area. It’s a very quiet neighbourhood too, but the closest school is about fifteen minutes away by car.”

You nod, looking around the downstairs. It was dated, and the house could do with a revamp. You take a look in the back garden and see that it was just as overgrown as the front garden, but it was decently sized. You could hear Beth and Harry talking renovations on another house, so you meandered on upstairs. It was just as dated as the rest of the house, but the first two bedrooms were a nice size, but the third was fairly small; you could see yourself setting up an office for yourself. And there was a lot of storage space too.

You pause as you get to the master bedroom, seeing something on the doorframe. You lean down as much as you can with your bump, and smile as you see pencil markings in the wood, with names and dates written.

“Height marks,” you mutter to yourself with amusement.

The warmth that you felt when you first saw the house spread further through you. This was it. If the owners of this house loved it enough to keep their kid’s (and possible grandchildren’s) heights recorded on the doorframes, long after they had packed up and left, then maybe you could live here too, as a first home for your kids. You could love this house as much as the previous owners did, and you could raise your children in a warm, loving environment where they will thrive, and be able to play outside in the garden. You bite your lip and smile, before standing and making your way back downstairs.

Harry and Beth were still talking as you approached them. “Sorry, how much is this?”

“Uh…” Harry looked at the property sheet on his clipboard. “$350,000.”

Beth looked at you. “Why, are you interested? It’s within your budget.”

“It’s under my budget,” you say, before nodding. “I want it. It’s a nice house, and I get a warm, fuzzy feeling from it. I feel like it was a nice place to be brought up.”

Harry looked at you for a moment before giving a small laugh of relief. “Really? You’re interested?”

“Yeah, I am,” you say. “I want this house.”

“Great!” Harry said. “We can…we can arrange a meeting, we can get the paperwork all sorted, get in touch with your bank…we can get you this house.”

After sharing a few more pleasantries and sharing contact details, you and Beth say goodbye to Harry before climbing into Beth’s car. You both sit in silence for a moment, watching as Harry leaves before your turn to each other and you both let out screams of excitement.

“I’m going to be a homeowner!” you cry.

You bask in your excitement for a few moments before you both calm down. “Let’s go and have a late lunch, and we can celebrate.”

You end up at a swanky looking restaurant where Beth said she sometimes takes potential clients to talk about their renovations. When you’re both settled and you’d ordered your food and drinks, you sit back and relax, sighing as you sip at your raspberry lemonade (you would have ordered a Diet Coke but Beth told you, you just had to try something refreshing for once).

“So, wanna talk about Santi?” Beth asks, raising an eyebrow at you.

“I thought we were here to celebrate my new future purchase?” you say, groaning.

“We are, but I’m one of your best friends. Something is going on with you.”

“Nothing is going on! Is this because you think we’re dating?”

“Yes, kind of!” said Beth, laughing. “I understand that this has turned out different to your usual dates, because you’re having this guys kids, but…you do just seem a little more…I don’t know.” She shrugs. “I don’t want to say happier, because that’s fucking cheesy, but you do.”

You stare at her for a moment before shaking your head. “No, it’s…it’s not – “

“Come on,” Beth urged, looking at you seriously.

You look at her. You knew that something was different, and you didn’t want to address it. You thought it was pregnancy hormones, that it would pass. You get that Santiago was a good-looking guy, and nice, and funny, and he cared about you and your kids. It was just a fleeting moment. You know it is.

Your mind suddenly becomes a whirlwind of its own. The clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of voices from the other patrons just seem too loud, and you suddenly feel overstimulated. Your chest feels too tight.

What's going on with me?

You look down at the table, your breathing a little heavier, trying to distract yourself from Beth’s gaze, and pushing down the emotions that threaten to spill over. Santiago was supposed to be a casual encounter, a one-night stand that held no expectations. And yet, here you are, 16 weeks pregnant, grappling with feelings you never thought would surface.

Am I overthinking this?

The memories of shared moments with Santiago dance before you – the movies, the dinners, the moments of laughter that felt like stolen fragments of happiness. They all carry an inexplicable weight now, a significance that's both thrilling and unnerving.

You feel like you might be sick.

“Okay, slow down, take a deep breath. It's okay to have feelings, you know.” Beth said, seeing your inner turmoil. “Santiago has been there for you through this, and it's only natural that you might feel a connection growing.”

“It's not…” you try to catch your breath, your throat suddenly feeling dry. You take a large sip of your lemonade. “It’s not just a connection, because I’m pregnant. I’m…I feel like I’m in high school, daydreaming about the future, about...about becoming more.”

Beth gives you a gentle look as she reaches across the table and holds your hand. “Look, I know this might be overwhelming, especially given the circumstances. But sometimes, life has a funny way of leading us down unexpected paths. It's okay to admit that your feelings have changed.”

“I'm pregnant with the guy’s twins, Beth,” you say. “I need stability and certainty. Santiago was just a one-night thing, and…and nothing serious was supposed to come out of this.”

“I get it, I really do. But have you talked to Santiago about how you're feeling?”

“No, are you kidding? He’s a bigger commitment-phobe than I am,” you say, taking another large sip of your drink.

“Okay, so, I think you need to talk to him. It's important to be honest with each other, especially when there's so much going on with you both.” She gives your hand a squeeze, causing you to finally look at her properly. “And remember, your happiness and comfort matter too. We’ve always said you’ve gotta do what’s best for you and your babies, and if that means something a little more…permanent with Santiago, then that’s how it is.”

You sigh at her, your brow furrowing. “What if I'm just imagining all of this? What if I'm mistaking just…niceness for something that it isn’t? What if it’s just pregnancy hormones?”

Beth nods “Yeah, babe, that could be it. But don't downplay your feelings either. Just take things one step at a time. Open up the conversation with Santiago. Share your thoughts and listen to his perspective too.”

You groan, letting go of her hand and burying your face in them. You take a few more deep breaths, calming down, the tightness in your chest melting away. You drop your hands and look at her helplessly. “I just need to know where we stand, for the sake of my own peace of mind. And the kids too, I suppose.”

“You can do that. Next time you see him, just…casually bring it up. And no matter what, I'll support you. Courtney and Gabs will support you. Just promise me that you'll prioritise your own happiness and safety. If Santiago feels the same, great! Wonderful! If not, you can just stay friends, co-parent your kids. That’s fine too.”

You look at her. “And if he…if it ends badly?”

“If it ends badly, which it won’t…you have us. The Dream Team. We’ll raise those babies to be the best they can be.”

You give her a small laugh as your eyes fill with tears. You wipe at them. “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying.”

“Eh,” Beth said, shrugging as takes a sip of her own drink (wine, obviously). “You’re pregnant. And evidently in love with your baby daddy. You’re allowed to cry.”

“Shut up, I’m not in love with him,” you say, snorting as she laughs.

She drops the subject after that, thank goodness. She talks about how she’ll share her Pinterest board with you, that you can take a look at for some inspiration on your house, because she will be looking at renovating it for you (“At a discount, of course, because I love you, and babies are expensive enough.”).

After your lunch, Beth drops you back off at your apartment building and you thank her for her help, for both the house and Santiago. She iterates again that she’s there for you, and it’ll be fine. Everything will be fine. Once you’re back in your apartment and settled in comfy pants and a too big t-shirt, you settle on your couch and think back about the conversation you both had. Could you really talk to Santiago about the feelings you’d been having? Would he look at you with disgust? Betrayal? You had both agreed to just co-parent, nothing else.

But what if Santiago turns around and wants nothing to do with you if you tell him that you may have feelings for him (because, after all, it may just be hormones…you hadn’t been with anyone since Santiago). What if you tell him, make it all weird, for it to go away with time, but it’s still weird? Would you want to risk your kids losing their father because you were feeling just a little bit glowy after having some male attention?

No, you needed to get a grip of yourself. It’ll fade, it always does, regardless of pregnancy hormones or not. You give a firm not to yourself. It’s settled then, you won’t tell Santi anything. It’ll be better that way, and you can go on like normal, because that works.

You sigh again, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes. You need a glass of wine.

Too bad you’re pregnant.

Tagged - @khonsulockley, @bluenredndeath, @superficialfeelings

#triple frontier #santiago garcia x reader #santiago x reader #santiago garcia x f!reader #santiago garcia #oscar isaac #pregnant!reader

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jbuffyangel · 10 months ago

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Second Chance: Arrow 1x18 Review (Salvation)

The villain of the week is one step ahead of Felicity in "Salvation" which gives Oliver the opportunity to be there for HER, as they race to save Roy Harper's life.

And oh holy cow is there Lance family drama y'all. WOW. Scandalous.

Let's dig in...

Olicity

This is one of Arrow’s more suspenseful episodes. Felicity goes toe to toe with the villain of the week and she more than meets her match. This results in one of Arrow's cooler action sequences and some iconic Olictiy moments.

But first, we must work out.

Of all the times Felicity watches Oliver working out, this is my favorite. Emily Bett Richard’s face is hilarious.

Her comic skills are so on point and she brings a much needed levity to the show. But do not deny this woman her dramatic work. She can bring her A game anytime - as we will soon see.

Oliver is off to threaten (or kill?) a dirty real estate developer named John Nichols, who doesn’t mind skipping code requirements if it means saving a buck. Oliver fed up with this guy killing people in the Glades and he’s on the List, so hasta la vista, baby. (Do not deny my my nineties cliché remarks. They bring me comfort and joy.)

Unfortunately (or fortunately?) someone else beats Oliver to it and kidnaps Nichols. Oliver is strangely displeased. I mean... what's the difference? Felicity and I share a brain sometimes, so she asks Oliver on my behalf.

Source: @andjustforthismoment

These two are in their own rom com and we’re just along for the ride. The way he growls “They don’t show my level of restraint,” at Felicity is a lot. Is it really necessary to stand that close to her Oliver? No it’s not. I SEE YOU SIR.

The man who kidnapped Nichols executes him on live television which was super creepy. He definitely has a Heath Ledger as the Joker vibe to him. (Nobody said the comparisons to the Dark Knight are unfair.)

Felicity is unable to crack his encryption code because he’s a former cyber crusader called “The Savior” and the NSA has been searching for him for years. His real name is Joseph Falk and he erased his existence after his wife was murdered in the Glades.

When he failed to get justice for his wife's death, the Savior took matters into his own hands - not unlike our favorite vigilante. His cyber skills are no joke and give Felicity a real run for her money. She is unable to track him down before he kills Nichols, which leads to a hilarious if frustrated exchange between Felicity and Oliver.

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

JUST GET MARRIED.

Things go from bad to worse for Felicity when Falk kidnaps the district attorney. His crime was not prosecuting the person who murdered Falk’s wife. If we were on the fence as to whether Nichols should live or die, then the district attorney snaps us out of the moral grey zone. Prosecutors choose not try cases all of the time for lack of evidence. It doesn’t mean they should die for it.

Source: msr-olicity-love

Oliver's impatience only heightens Felicity's stress, but she finally gets a location. It’s the middle of the day which means Oliver can’t hood up. So he grabs the motorcycle and his super sexy brown jacket to hunt Falk down and save the DA.

This leads to one of my favorite Arrow action scenes. Falk is not at the location Felicity sends Oliver to, which means he has to sprint across town and leap between buildings to next location. Felicity is completely flummoxed because she doesn't understand how this guy is moving locations. Oliver screaming at her over comms is not particularly helpful either.

Unfortunately, Team Arrow loses and Falk murders the DA on live television, which is completely traumatizing to Felicity who has never seen anyone die before.

Oliver returns home to find Felicity alone in the dark, twirling one of his arrows in her hands. Oliver immediately wants to know where Diggle is because he’s probably wondering why John left Felicity all alone in the dark.

Felicity: I asked him to leave me alone in my loud voice.

Source: @westallenolicitygifs

Oliver isn’t going to do the same. He immediately reassures Felicity that it wasn’t her fault (because it isn’t). This is the price of the life they’ve chosen to live. It’s a very lonely one as Oliver knows all too well.

Source: @jamiedornaniseverything

Felicity is understandably feeling defeatist, so it’s one of the rare times she says it’s better to be alone. Oliver doesn’t have much to say in return, but notice how the scene is shot. The entire bunker is dark except for the brightly backlit desk lamp. Oliver and Felicity are the only thing we see in the darkness.

Felicity also mentions her relationship status, which feels like an oddly placed comment. Umm… ok? SHE’S SINGLE AND HETEROSEXUAL GUYS!

I love receiving pieces to the Felicity Smoak puzzle, but this comment felt very out of context. “Hey I’m sad, but I wouldn’t know how to talk to my boyfriend about fighting crime. Good thing I don’t have one.”

It is NOT the fans who create romantic undertones to Oliver and Felicity’s scenes. The writers make it romantic with conversations like this. It’s very easy to keep a scene like this strictly platonic, but nope! The writers decide it’s super important that Oliver knows *right now* that Felicity is single as she pours her heart out to him in her time of need.

The light is equally important, because this relationship (regardless of romantic or platonic) has to be a two way street. Felicity cannot always help Oliver find the light. He has to help her too.

Oliver does come through Felicity by the end of the episode. Not at first because he is equally struggling with the loneliness of the life he’s chosen. He can’t really advise Felicity against being alone because that’s the choice he’s made for himself. So much so, that Diggle takes him out for a burger and a little therapy session. After the disaster zone his past relationships have left in their wake, Oliver is tapping out. He doesn’t require a life, or entanglements, or feelings.

Diggle: You’ve been home for eight months Oliver, I don’t think you’ve left that island yet.

Diggle, per usual, disagrees. He wants Oliver entangled. He wants Oliver as entangled as he can get. It makes you wonder if he has someone specific in mind.

The Savior puts a big mirror up to Oliver’s face. He is man grieving the loss of his wife and chose to channel that rage and sadness into exacting his brand of justice. Oliver can see himself in Falk and he doesn’t like what he sees.

Being alone leads to exactly that. While Oliver may say he doesn’t want the complexity of relationships and the difficulties they can bring, the reality of living life alone can lead to some pretty terrible results. Falk cut himself off from his humanity. This lead to selecting victims who didn’t deserve to die. If Oliver wants to maintain a moral high ground, make difficult but ultimately right choices, then he needs his humanity fully intact. Humanity requires human contact.

Oliver reaches out to someone first, but it’s not Felicity. It’s L*urel. He wants to have dinner or coffee or whatever because he no longer wants to be on an island. It’s a nice line. It would have more meaning if we saw that dinner or conversation, but we don't.

Instead we see Oliver return home to the bunker, to Felicity and Diggle, and they debrief their latest Team Arrow victory. It would be easy to leave this scene at Felicity’s funny remark about Roy and Thea.

Diggle: You ok?

Oliver: Getting there.

Instead, Oliver acknowledges, more to himself, that he’s feeling better because John was right. Then we actually see this rigid man move and in the cutest way possible - with a little "Psst." It is a small yet definitive step towards his second chance.

Oliver approaches Felicity in the now brightly lit bunker and tells her she is not alone. He is there for her always. Felicity may not have a “boyfriend” to talk to, but she has Oliver.

Then he gently touches her shoulder and lets his hand linger there just long enough to even make Felicity wonder if maybe, just maybe, he means more.

Actions speak louder than words. Oliver may talk about not being on an island anymore with L*urel, but he leaves that island for Felicity.

Roy Harper

What are we doing with Roy Harper? Thus far it’s been a lot of Roy and Thea having the same “make better choices” argument and debate their wildly different economic lots in life. This is all well and good but we eventually need movement on this character and “Unfinished Business” give it to us BIG TIME.

Thea is understandably frustrated when Roy admits he plans to hold up a liquor store because he “owes” people in the Glades and that’s how this town works.

Thea: I got you a job at my brother’s club. You have choices. You don’t have to be a criminal.

Somehow this decision puts Roy in the Savior’s cross hairs. According to Falk, Roy Harper is a gang banger.

Roy has a criminal record and holding up a liquor store with an empty gun is not great, but a freaking death sentence? Calm down crazy. The Savior can’t find bigger fish to fry?

Roy doesn’t make excuses or ask for forgiveness when Falk challenges him to defend himself against his “crimes.” He doesn’t care if he lives or dies (just like someone else we know).

Roy: No one’s gonna miss me. I’m just a waste.

Gut punch. This kid wrecks me. Now Thea is crying in Tommy’s big brotherly-like arms. WE MUST SAVE THE PARKOUR PRINCE!!!

Felicity and Diggle determine Falk is on the old abandoned subway system in Star City, which is why he was moving locations. The Hood finds Roy before Falk can pull the trigger and they engage in a morality debate, which thankfully isn’t broadcasted across the whole city after the feed is cut off. Or maybe the city should have heard Oliver’s arguments.

Oliver: I understand being alone, but it doesn’t give you the right to kill people in cold blood.

The Savior challenges Oliver on the difference between them and, once again, he doesn’t have a lot to say. There's minimal morality wiggle room for Oliver. The only difference between the Savior and the Hood is the people they are choosing. Oliver wasn’t wrong at the beginning of the episode. He has more restraint. He also has a better list of names. The Savior should ask for a couple.

Killing the District Attorney and kidnapping Roy Harper show that Falk is very bad at being judge, jury and executioner. Arrow is putting other vigilantes up against Oliver to show that he is better. There is a good heart under that hood – a potential superhero’s heart. Oliver’s morals and how he measures the sins of others are more just, but that doesn’t make him right. These distinctions we are drawing between Oliver and people like Falk and Helena are merely shades of grey. He is balancing on a very razor thin edge.

Oliver begs Falk to give Roy a second chance, but is forced to put an arrow in him when he refuses. “Salvation” is asking an important question. Who is worthy of a second chance? And who decides who is worthy?

Killing not only ends someone’s life it removes the possibility for change. There is a clear distinction between a man like Nichols and Roy Harper. There should be consequences to sinful actions, but what sins warrant death and what sins warrant forgiveness? Who decides? It’s a question we grapple with constantly in our imperfect legal system and it’s one Oliver Queen must answer as the city’s self appointed protector.

Roy is an easy call to make. He made mistakes, but he is deserving of a second chance. However, the question of whether he is worthy of it can only be answered by Roy Harper. As he pulls the small arrow that saved his life out from his pocket, Roy is illuminated by a bright red light – a not so subtle nod to the Red Arrow.

And thus a hero’s journey begins with a second chance.

The Lance Family

This week on Loving the Lances… Dinah returns home with hopes of resurrecting their dead daughter but family secrets were unearthed instead. Dun dun dunnnnn!!!!

L*urel is on her own show, so I thought I’d give it a proper soap opera name. She never intersects with Oliver’s storyline except when she randomly pops up at the club looking for Tommy, but I digress. In all seriousness, this episode is pretty damn good because some scalding hot tea was spilled!

Dinah is CONVINCED that Sara is alive because she had the exact same baseball cap as the woman in the photo. This is such a weird detail to hang all her hopes on. Does Dinah think Sara was holding the rockets hat in her hand while she was swept out to sea? What’s with the hat? I HAVE QUESTIONS.

Long story short, Sara is truly dead. L*urel finds the woman in the photo. She’s American, spent some time in China and owns a Starling City Rocket’s hat. We’re going to pretend the Chinese Embassy can find some rando in a photo and deliver her name to L*urel in five seconds flat. Also, Oliver confirms once again Sara is dead and he never lies so we’re all good.

But now we can get to the really interesting part of this little Lance drama unfolding before us. L*urel has the same questions about the hat as I do! I am wildly uncomfortable being this much in agreement with her, but here we are.

Dinah came home while Sara was packing for her little get away with Oliver. She watched Sara pack the hat. Dinah told her not to go, but Sara said she was in love and following her heart even though others may not think it is right. Just like Dinah did with Quentin (side note – what’s the story on those two?)

Dinah: So I let her go. I killed my daughter.

HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP! MOMMY KNEW ABOUT THE CHEATING AND NOT ONLY DID SHE NOT SAYING ANYTHING TO L*UREL SHE LET SARA GO ON THE DAMN BOAT!!

This family is so jacked up. They make the Queens look halfway normal. Y’all I don’t even know what to do with this information. HOT. MESS. EXPRESS.

Clearly Dinah is riddled with guilt and is desperate to find Sara alive to erase the terrible decision she made, but she can’t erase it. Just like Oliver can’t.

Somehow this betrayal almost feels worse than what Oliver and Sara did. Alright, maybe that’s too harsh, but it feels just as bad. It feels like Dinah was taking sides and she chose Sara.

I really need a therapy session with these women to unpack all that, but this is Arrow and L*urel doesn’t get that much screen time. The best we’ll get is an awkward hug and L*urel asking her mother to call her sometime.

What L*urel is offering is a generous second chance. Perhaps she’s realized that forgiveness is less painful than holding onto all the anger and hurt. Perhaps Oliver coming home and her mother’s time away made her realize she wants Dinah in her life than not at all. It’s really only a decision L*urel can make, but it’s a chance Dinah needs to jump on. She didn’t stop being a mother when Sara died. L*urel needs her too.

Stray Thoughts

L*urel advises Thea to run from the bad boys. Snort. So it’s a “do what I say, not what I do” type of advice day.

Moira serves Frank up on a platter to Malcolm Merlyn as the person who hired Deadshot. Moira’s hands are getting pretty damn bloody.

It has to be hard on L*urel to see that the only time her parents can be in a room together, affectionately touching, and being on the same team, is when they are searching for Sara. I really felt bad for her this episode. Ugh.

Slade and Oliver ransom the chips for a boat. It goes disastrously. Now Yao Fei is captured again.

Hey! Shado speaks English and can kick ass. Neat!

“Keeps my ears warm.” He jokes!

“I’ll be home in a flash.” Dinah lives in Central City. Season 1 Jen didn’t get that reference, but I am a seasoned professional in the art of comic book references and I totally picked up on it the second time.

“Stay” by Rihanna was playing during Oliver & L*urel’s scene at the end of the episode. This was my song of pain in 2013. The Vampire Diaries used it in a particularly agonizing Stefan and Elena scene as well that year. It's like white hot pokers in my heart.

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That Simple

Part 6

Series summary: Beau goes to Y/N, a new friend of his, for some dating advice. Is the charming new Sheriff gonna get the date that he’s hoping for?

Pairing: Beau Arlen x female Reader

Category: Smut, fluff, angst, 18+

Word count: 3.9k

Chapter warnings: Some sad!Beau, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, protected sex (wrap it up!), swearing

A/N: This part contains smut! Do not proceed if you’re under the age of 18! As a Christmas present to my lovely readers, here is some Beau smut. I really hope you enjoy it! Wanna be on my Beau tag list? Send me an ask ❤️

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“Okay, Y/N,” she sighed, eyeing herself in the mirror, “You got this.” She gave herself a final nod of encouragement and exited the bathroom.

Tonight was the night. She was about to meet her partner’s daughter.

For this occasion, she’d put on a black skirt and the blouse that Beau fancied so much. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head in a neat bun, the front strands left out and curled to frame her face.

She walked into the living room, the heels of her shoes clicking against the floor. One look at the clock on the wall, and she released a breath. There was still some time left. Meaning she could play another round of forgotten items with her small handbag.

Phone? Check. Wallet? Check. Emily’s favorite chocolate? Check. Lipstick? Check. Keys? Oh, crap.

As Y/N went on her key hunt, storming through the living area, her phone started to sing loud cheerful tunes. She quickly fetched the device from her handbag. Her boyfriend’s name adorned the bright screen. She clicked ‘answer’ and pressed the phone to her ear. “Beau?”

His heavy voice carried itself through the speaker with an unspoken apology. “Hey, sweetheart.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah… It’s just…” His tone shifted, changing from apologetic to matter-of-factly. Putting on his Sheriff-voice usually made these things easier. “We can’t have dinner with my daughter tonight.”

His words made the muscles in her body tense up. “What?”

“Her stepdad decided to surprise her with a… ‘glamping trip’. They’re headin’ out as we speak. Em just canceled.”

Y/N’s heart dropped like a stone to the bottom of a lake. She knew how much Beau cared about his relationship with Emily. And how draining his rivalry with Avery was. If her heart was sinking, she could only guess how her partner was feeling. “I’m sorry, Beau.”

“Yeah,” he croaked, the mask around his tone fading as he realized he’d once again lost a battle to Emily’s stepfather. Admitting it to Y/N, saying it out loud, only made his defeat sink in, which hurt all the more. “Me, too.” He then growled something to himself, something that sounded dangerously close to knuckle-dunking Avery’s teeth in.

“Hey… Why don’t you come over?”, Y/N suggested. She didn’t want to spend the night alone, and she could imagine neither did Beau. “We can order food, watch a movie… Maybe even get a pillow fight in there,” she joked, trying to lighten up their conversation.

“Like a sleepover?”, he wondered, and Y/N could picture the way his eyebrow arched.

“Come on, play along!”, she attempted to encourage him, “Your next move is to tell me I didn’t get dressed up for nothing.”

“You got dressed up?”

Her tongue slid along her lower lip. By the sound of his voice, she knew that she’d captured his interest. “Uh-huh...”

Beau sighed on the other end. Then, his voice returned with a little bounce in its step. “Now, what kind of partner would I be not to come over and have a look at my girl?”

“That’s the spirit.” Y/N smiled into the speaker, already feeling more joyful despite the sudden dinner cancelation. Beau just had that effect on her. He breathed life and soul into her, even if he was low on fuel himself.

Y/N’s face lit up like a Christmas tree as soon as her eyes landed on Beau. He was standing on her porch, almost blinding her with how handsome he looked.

His light brown jacket was draped over his wide shoulders, the zipper undone to show off the burgundy sweater that was stretched across his chest. There was a small, colorful bouquet of flowers in his hand and a backpack slung over his arm.

“Hey, gorgeous.” He reached out his arm, handing her the bouquet. Honestly, he had no idea what kind of flowers they were, but they’d been the most beautiful ones in the shop. They stood out, just like Y/N.

“Beau! Thank you!” The corners of her lips twirled up happily when he pressed a greeting’s kiss to her cheek. “I love them.” The bouquet’s sweet scent mingled with Beau’s spicey cologne, clouding her mind for a second. “Come on in.”

As soon as the tips of his feet crossed the threshold into her house, the Sheriff felt at home. He dropped his backpack and followed Y/N into the kitchen, drawn in by the sparkle he’d seen in her eyes.

She looked purely delighted, like she was about to burst with joy over his flowers. He prided himself on the idea that he could make her feel good with his little gestures of love. It had been a while since he’d made a woman happy, and he fully intended to make the most of it with Y/N.

Once the bouquet was arranged beautifully in a vase, she turned back around. Her smile was bright, like the first rays of sunlight after a gloomy night, prompting him to hold his breath for a second.

He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re stunning.”

Hypnotized by his gentle touch and the devoted look in his eyes, she hummed a quiet “Thank you.”

“Lemme get a look at you.” Beau took her by the waist, picking her up off the ground, and sat her down on the kitchen island. The soft melody of her giggles invaded his ears. Stepping between her legs, he rested his hands on her thighs. His emerald orbs traveled across her face, drinking in the sight of her. If there was anyone who could make him feel better, pull him back up from the depths of his self-doubts, it was Y/N.

She brushed her knuckles against the apple of his cheek, wondering what was going on in his mind. His eyes held an underlying glimmer of sadness so intense that her own heart twisted with a need to lift his spirits.

Beau’s eyes fluttered as he leaned into her touch. “I’m so glad to be here right now,” he admitted hoarsely, barely audible. A sorrowful crease appeared between his brows.

Her palms closed around the sides of his jaw, framing it in a soothing gesture. “I’ll make this the best damn sleepover of your life.”

For the first time since he’d arrived, the smile reached his eyes. The wrinkles around his deep green orbs deepened as he averted them. He chuckled lowly, then met her gaze again. “I don’t doubt it, sweetheart.”

The remains of their ordered food were scattered across the living room table. Y/N was tucked safely against Beau’s side, who’d slung his arm around her shoulders the second they’d sat back against the couch. The tv was one of the few sources of light, next to some fairy lights and candles, illuminating the room with flickering warm colors.

Having Beau’s presence, his affection, his scent so close to her evoked all kinds of tingly feelings in Y/N’s gut. After letting a happy sigh out of her mouth, she peeked into the hallway, where her boyfriend had dropped his backpack. Gently, she nudged his shoulder. “Hey…”

He tore his gaze away from the tv screen, away from the Korean horror movie they’d picked. “Hm?”

“You could, you know… Leave some of your stuff here. For when you stay over. I could make some space in my closet.”

He paused, eyeing Y/N’s facial features, lips twitching upwards. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Is it even possible to make room in that closet? You own, like, gazillions of clothes.”

“I do not!”, she chuckled, her eyes widening with feigned offense, “Don’t worry your pretty head, I got it.”

Beau didn’t respond, he just snickered along and hugged her more tightly. The way his arm clenched around her body told her he approved.

They stayed cuddled up on the couch, but Y/N couldn’t really pay attention to the movie they were watching. Not with a 6’1 Sheriff next to her who was the kind of handsome that just got into your bones. After stealing countless mischievous glances at him, she connected her lips to Beau’s cheek.

He hummed from deep within his chest and squeezed her against his side.

Lowering her head, she proceeded to plant a line of pecks on his jaw.

Her boyfriend shivered. “What’cha doin’?”, he asked, his gaze bright with anticipation.

“Seducing you,” she said before leaning back in. Her lips trailed along his skin, brushing against his growing beard. “Is that okay?”

A grunt escaped him when her hot breath tickled the shell of his ear. He tilted his head to give her better access to his needy skin. “Oh, more than okay,” he husked, his voice dropping an octave, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I still have a favor to repay,” she spoke in between open-mouthed kisses to his neck.

He melted into her sultry touch. The blood rushed south, making him squirm on the spot. “You don’t have to repay me for anythin’, you know that, right?”

“I know. But I want to.” Her fingers played with the hem of his burgundy sweater as she sat up on her knees. “May I?”

Beau’s body was momentarily paralyzed by lust, leaving him to mumble a simple, “Please.”

Y/N pushed his shirt up and over his chest, revealing his smooth, freckled skin. He lifted his arms, making it easier for her to rid him of the maroon-colored material. His hair was left tousled after she’d pulled the fabric over his head. With his hair sticking up at odd angles and his broad chest out in the open, the Sheriff looked nothing short of delicious.

“Now, lay back…,” Y/N said and applied pressure to Beau’s shoulders, making him lean against the wall of couch pillows. “And relax.”

His ribcage was pushed up and down by labored breaths while her lips took a love tour across his chest. Y/N marked his pecs and stomach with her kisses, her intense Y/E/C eyes not leaving his face. Her rosy mouth traveled lower and lower, making him feel exposed, seen, and safe, all at once.

Beau could feel himself strain against his jeans. His bulge was begging to be released. When Y/N sunk to the floor between his legs, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her. He was mesmerized by the view of this incredible woman on her knees before him.

With a coy smirk, his girlfriend undid his belt and opened his dark blue jeans. She felt like she was unwrapping a Christmas present, and a very promising one at that. There was already a wet spot on his boxer shorts, showcasing his excitement.

Beau let her slide his jeans and boxers down, aiding her by lifting his hips. Soon after, the fabric pooled around his ankles, shaped like a forever sign. His dick stood hard as a rock, almost painfully so, even though Y/N hadn’t touched him yet.

She took his manhood in her hand, amazed by its girth and the weight against her palm. The head was shining with a taunting layer of precum, prompting her to lean forward and slowly run her pointed tongue along the slit.

Beau’s jaw tensed. His eyes became hooded as he observed her. His worries, his pain, his fears about fatherhood, it all vanished into thin air. His mind and body were utterly focused on Y/N. Caught in a trance, he loosened her bun, making her hair drop from its hold.

She savored her very first taste of him. It instantly made her yearn for more. She closed her mouth around his tip and sucked on it. He hissed, his hand lashing out on reflex to touch the back of her head.

When her mouth started to bop up and down his shaft, his hand tangled in her hair, grabbing random strands in a desperate attempt to get her even closer. “Damn, Y/N… Just like that…”

She groaned around his length, the slight sting on the back of her head only serving to increase her enthusiasm. Her hand joined the fun, stroking what she couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Beau’s jaw went slack. Truth be told, she wasn’t just stroking his dick. She was stroking his ego, too. The muscles in his thighs constricted as his girl sucked him off. His clouded eyes met hers, and she grinned playfully around his length. “You know exactly what you’re doin’ to me, don’t you, darlin’?”

She hummed, sending shockwaves of pleasure from the head of his cock straight down to the base. As soon as her free hand came up to cradle his balls, he knew he was done for. A moan broke free from his throat, loud enough to make him blush.

His hand sought out her cheek, his tender thumb sweeping from her cheekbone down to her chin. “I want you to get undressed for me,” he mumbled.

Y/N pulled her mouth off of him with a pop. She wiped a sheen of precum and saliva from her smirking lips.

Beau watched her, fascinated, as she crawled onto his lap. His dick vanished underneath her skirt, pressing against her soaked panties. His stare fell on her breasts as she unbuttoned her blouse, causing his instant loss of patience.

“On second thought, I’m gonna help you with that,” he decided, joining his girlfriend’s excited laughter as he fumbled with the button on her skirt.

Together, they managed to undress Y/N in record time. Their mouths chased each other hungrily. As their tongues tangled with a fiery passion, she ground herself on him.

“Do we need lube?”, he inquired in between smacks of their lips.

Rather than confess to him that she didn’t have any, she took his wrist and guided his hand to her pussy.

Beau’s fingertips brushed along her folds, instantly soaked with arousal. He hummed and tilted his head. “Guess not.”

Y/N responded with a chuckle, which soon turned into a lustful moan when he dipped two fingers into her core. She writhed on his digits, coating them with her slick, until she was shaking with greed.

“Want you inside me,” she panted.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

Slowly, he bent forward with Y/N still in his lap, reaching for his pants on the floor. She clung to Beau, crossing her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, as he searched his pocket for a condom.

“You came here prepared, huh?”, she teased.

The tips of his ears lit up pink, and his cheeks turned warm. With the foil pack between his fingers, he sat back to face his girlfriend. “I wasn’t- I didn’t just come here to- That wasn’t my intention.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Her loving hand wiped some stray hair away from his forehead, barely touching his skin. “It’s always good to be prepared.”

“I-“ Beau’s lips parted with a smile, the weight lifted from his shoulders. The truth was, he’d gotten so used to justifying himself in a relationship that he felt like being defensive had become his second nature. “Sorry.”

He didn’t get a chance to appreciate the perfect smile she was giving him, that’s how desperately she dove straight into another kiss. She slid her tongue against his while she pried the foil packet from his hand. Without taking a look, she ripped open the package and took the condom out.

Beau closed his eyes while she rolled the condom onto his leaking length. He’d always pictured that he’d be all tongue and teeth, impatient, and assertive once he got the chance to fully be with Y/N. Instead, contentment rushed through his veins, making him feel calm. Grateful. At peace.

A surprised “Oh my God” escaped Y/N when the first few inches of his dick entered her, stretching her open with its girth. She proceeded to giggle into Beau’s mouth, which prompted him to laugh along. The tunes of his warm, welcoming chuckles were like tiny stabs of love to her heart.

The further she sank down on him, the more intense the pressure became. Her breathing started to shake, turning into uneven puffs of air that fanned his face.

Beau caught the sounds of her shallow breaths, sensing her discomfort. He gripped her hips and held her in place to slow her down. “Take your time, darlin’,” he whispered into her ear and felt her body tremble on top of him.

“Okay,” she whispered back and rested her forehead against his.

Beau snaked his arm around her waist to support her. His free hand dropped to her clit while he surged forward to meet her lips in a distracting kiss.

He stroked her little nub, making her insides quiver, until her hips started to rock on their own.

Gradually, she sank lower and lower, comforted by his kisses, until he was fully sheathed inside of her. A deep sigh escaped her once her ass met his thighs.

“There ya go,” he murmured, his mouth grazing hers as he spoke. He gave her full control, doing nothing other than hold her waist when she started to ride him. “Just take me how you need me.”

Y/N’s hips rotated in circular motions. She could feel how wet she was around him, hear it even. The hollow voices coming from the tv were no longer existent to her ears. It was all Beau. He was everywhere. The pure look in his eyes. His savory taste on her tongue. His enlarged tip in the depths of her body. Before long, she was moving faster, close to bouncing on his lap.

His palm moved to the back of her neck, giving his arm the opportunity to support her back while his fingers tangled in her hair. “You feel so good wrapped around me.” His voice was raspy, barely more than a low groan in his throat. He lowered his gaze to watch his himself slip in and out of her.

Suddenly, she tilted her hips just right. The way her tight inner walls squeezed his shaft sent Beau straight to the edge of bliss. The back of his head met the backrest of the couch, and his grip on her body slacked. The guttural moans that spilled from his mouth only spurred Y/N on, who started to ride him harder.

But he wasn’t willing to come yet. No, he couldn’t finish first. In his heart, he knew that his girl wouldn’t hold it against him if he did. But he needed to be a good experience for her. More than just good. He needed her to know how strongly he felt about her.

“Holy- Y/N… Stop, wait.” He gathered all of his willpower to sit up with her in his lap.

As soon as she heard him say stop, her entire body froze. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” Beau inhaled and let out a prolonged exhale, slowly releasing his breath until it turned into a surprised outpour of a chuckle. “Almost came.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He circled his arm around her waist and dove to the side, taking her down with him, pushing her onto her back. “I’m not done with you, beautiful.”

Y/N wrapped her arms around his muscled back as Beau trapped her under his body, pinning her to the couch with his weight. She was smiling so widely that she feared her cheeks were going to burst open any second. The happiness that he planted within her made her feel invincible.

Her breath got lost in her throat when Beau rejoined their bodies, entering her in one smooth thrust. He sweetened the sting by covering her hand with his, intertwining their fingers next to her head.

Y/N’s free hand gripped the back of his neck to tug him down for a kiss. Beau’s mouth claimed hers while he pulled her leg over his hip, opening her up to him. Slowly, he started to rock back and forth, guiding them into a sensual rhythm.

“Mhhh,” she sighed as the head of his cock explored her from the inside, “That feels so good.”

Beau’s fingers tightened their grip on her hand. His eyes didn’t dare leave her face, scared to miss even the slightest reaction to his movements. He wanted to get to know her body, find out what she liked so that he could make her feel as good as she was making him feel. “God, you’re perfect,” he cooed as he buried himself inside of her.

Y/N raised her legs, crossing her ankles behind his lower back. Their joined hands next to her head, their unwavering eye contact as well as Beau’s long, deep thrusts easily turned this experience into the most intimate sex she’d ever had. They breathed low moans and sweet praises into each other’s mouths.

“You’re grippin’ me so tight,” he grunted, dragging himself back and forth between her dripping folds. As he pushed forward, he was suddenly met with her sweet spot and a high-pitched whine.

“Mhhh, Beau! Right there.”

He closed in on that spot, steered by her angelic voice. The intensity of his thrusts moved her up and down the corduroy material of her couch. A sweet burning sensation dug itself into her back.

“You want me to keep goin’ like this?”

“Harder,” she croaked, high on pleasure.

“You sure?”

With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she nodded her head. “Please, Beau.”

With a peck to her temple, he let go of her hand. He grabbed the backs of her thighs, spreading her legs to make room for himself, and pinned her thighs to her chest. When he plunged his dick back into her, Y/N’s head fell back. The new angle made him go unbelievably deep.

“Fuck,” she gasped.

“You okay there?” He grinned, propping himself up with his hands on the backs of her knees.

Staring at the ceiling, Y/N’s eyes threatened to roll back into her head. “Amazing…”

Beau picked up the pace and force, bending her in half. Small droplets of sweat gathered along his forehead and chest, dripping down onto her heated skin. The sight of her breasts bouncing with his thrusts, the sight of her flushed face, of his cock disappearing into her pussy, it was overwhelming.

Y/N’s voice was like a rising storm, her lips parting to make her pleasure known. She was so close to her orgasm. So close to falling over the edge.

And when she came a few minutes later, she looked at his face. His handsome features were twisted with hunger, and with something soft, something delicate. Y/N gasped a final cry of delight, her body shaking below him. Her legs felt like jell-o, her clit was vibrating, and she felt like laughing and crying at the same time.

The way her pussy fluttered around him sent Beau spiraling into his own orgasm. He finally allowed himself to let go. Jolts of bliss pulsed through his lower body as he came on top of Y/N. His stomach clenched as he shot warm ropes of relief into the condom.

The sounds of his tender, drawn-out groans filled the room, then faded away as he collapsed into her embrace, met with open arms.

Face to face, they panted against each other’s kiss-swollen lips.

“I love you,” Beau breathed, his chest heaving against hers. He didn’t dare raise his voice above a whisper, fearing that he might break the small bubble they were hiding in, separated from the harshness of the world.

Y/N felt light and fragile like a little butterfly, doted on by the fondness in her partner’s eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Best damn sleepover ever,” he declared under his breath.

Soon after, their low hums of shared laughter filled the living room.

Part 7

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