I write for:
-Arthur Curry
-Bobby Singer
-Bruce Banner
-Bruce Wayne
-Bucky Barnes
-Castiel
-Charlie Bradbury
-Clark Kent
-Clint Barton
-Daryl Dixon
-Dean Winchester
-John Winchester
-Kevin Tran
-Negan
-Rick Grimes
-Sam Winchester
-Steve Rogers
-Thor
-Tony Stark
I’m probably forgetting a couple people lol. But if you want someone not on the list, don’t be afraid to ask :)
-No smut requests, just not feeling them atm
-Can request multiple characters, just let me know if you have a preference for poly, platonic, or love triangle
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Pairing: Future Daryl x Winchester!Reader
Word count: 789
Summary: You and the boys stop at a little burger joint and see Daryl.
Part 2 of Two Hours West
Walking in, you were hit with the wonderful smell of burgers. “Oh, man.” You sighed. “I think we found Dean heaven, and my vacation spot.”
Dean threw his arm around your shoulder. “Too right sis. Let’s show them how it’s done.” The two of you quickly made your way over to a booth, Sam trailing along behind.
You sat down and glanced over the menu, deciding on the biggest, meatiest they had. When you ordered the waitress looked at you in disbelief, causing you to smirk. Most people didn’t believe you could eat so much, what with you being a girl. But boy, did you love to prove them wrong.
The food arrived quickly and the three of you dug in. After eating, what you were sure was the best burger you had ever tasted, you and the boys decided to stay and have a drink. This way it would give you all a chance to rest and maybe hustle some pool, before finding somewhere to rest for the night.
After you were halfway done your second drink, your eyebrows went up when you saw the man from earlier at the bar. He was with a couple other guys, laughing and drinking his beer.
It was so strange to see him, but you had to admit, you were excited about it. Not that it would matter, he probably wouldn’t even remember you.
Your eyes kept glancing over to him, you knew you were being obvious but you couldn’t help it. Every time you heard his voice, you automatically looked over.
“Something wrong?” Dean asked, your suspicious behaviour putting him on edge. “You spotted something here?”
You shook your head. “No, not exactly. Just someone familiar.” You appeased him. “Nothing big or bad.”
“Damn Y/N, if you acted any shiftier, they would call the police.” Sam spoke. “If it is someone you wanna talk to, go talk to them. If you don’t, then we’ll leave.”
Raising an eyebrow, you smirked. “Fine, then.” You stuck your tongue out at him. If anything, you would have thought they’d be dragging you right back out.
You slid out of your seat, taking your drink with you. “Y/N…” Dean’s voice was low.
“Yes Dean?” You asked sweetly.
Dean looked at you and grumbled. “It wouldn’t happen to be the biker boy from earlier? The one who is over there with a bunch of friends?” Dean stared at you, awaiting your answer.
“Yes.” You answered, quick to jump to your own defense. “Look I just wanna talk to him. If he tries anything I don’t want, you know I will do him some serious harm. Just please don’t make a scene.”
You gave Dean your best puppy dog eyes, he sighed. “Fine. Go and have fun.”
You rushed to his side quickly, kissing his cheek. “Thanks Dean.” Walking towards the unnamed man, you hoped that he didn’t get completely weirded out by you showing up at the same bar as him. “I guess you were right.” You smiled once you were near him.
He looked up, a smile crossing his face. “I guess I was. Nice to see you again Darlin’.” He pulled away from his group of friends. “I’ll catch y’all later.”
“You didn’t have to do that ya know?” You smiled at him blushing slightly, following him as he directed you to an empty table.
He pulled out a chair for you and sat in the opposite seat, placing his beer on the table before him. “Now why wouldn’t I want to have a nice, private conversation with a gorgeous girl like yourself? Especially one with such a fondness for beautiful bikes.”
You sipped your drink and licked your lips. “Well, more like a fondness for pictures.” You chuckled. “I’m Y/N.”
“Daryl.” He told you. “So, not a bike fan?”
“Never said that.” You teased. “I just stopped to get a picture of your bike.”
Daryl smirked. “Well at least you have a creative eye. I appreciate beauty, I don’t create it.”
You blushed, ducking your head down. “Well I wouldn’t say I create it, just capture it.”
“There is no way anything you take, make or otherwise do wouldn’t be beautiful.” Daryl smiled, reaching forward to lift your chin up. You gazed into his eyes, grateful for his kind words.
“Well.” You said, laughing off his words. “Things got way too deep for a first conversation there.”
Daryl laughed, removing his hand from yours skin. “True. So what about this weather?” The two of you laughed, drifting easily into light, flirty conversation.
Hearing you laughing, Dean glanced over at you and shook his head. “At least she’s not like you.” Sam laughed, catching Dean’s attention again.
Pairing: Future Daryl x Winchester!Reader
Word count: 789
Summary: You and the boys stop at a little burger joint and see Daryl.
Part 2 of Two Hours West
Walking in, you were hit with the wonderful smell of burgers. “Oh, man.” You sighed. “I think we found Dean heaven, and my vacation spot.”
Dean threw his arm around your shoulder. “Too right sis. Let’s show them how it’s done.” The two of you quickly made your way over to a booth, Sam trailing along behind.
You sat down and glanced over the menu, deciding on the biggest, meatiest they had. When you ordered the waitress looked at you in disbelief, causing you to smirk. Most people didn’t believe you could eat so much, what with you being a girl. But boy, did you love to prove them wrong.
The food arrived quickly and the three of you dug in. After eating, what you were sure was the best burger you had ever tasted, you and the boys decided to stay and have a drink. This way it would give you all a chance to rest and maybe hustle some pool, before finding somewhere to rest for the night.
After you were halfway done your second drink, your eyebrows went up when you saw the man from earlier at the bar. He was with a couple other guys, laughing and drinking his beer.
It was so strange to see him, but you had to admit, you were excited about it. Not that it would matter, he probably wouldn’t even remember you.
Your eyes kept glancing over to him, you knew you were being obvious but you couldn’t help it. Every time you heard his voice, you automatically looked over.
“Something wrong?” Dean asked, your suspicious behaviour putting him on edge. “You spotted something here?”
You shook your head. “No, not exactly. Just someone familiar.” You appeased him. “Nothing big or bad.”
“Damn Y/N, if you acted any shiftier, they would call the police.” Sam spoke. “If it is someone you wanna talk to, go talk to them. If you don’t, then we’ll leave.”
Raising an eyebrow, you smirked. “Fine, then.” You stuck your tongue out at him. If anything, you would have thought they’d be dragging you right back out.
You slid out of your seat, taking your drink with you. “Y/N…” Dean’s voice was low.
“Yes Dean?” You asked sweetly.
Dean looked at you and grumbled. “It wouldn’t happen to be the biker boy from earlier? The one who is over there with a bunch of friends?” Dean stared at you, awaiting your answer.
“Yes.” You answered, quick to jump to your own defense. “Look I just wanna talk to him. If he tries anything I don’t want, you know I will do him some serious harm. Just please don’t make a scene.”
You gave Dean your best puppy dog eyes, he sighed. “Fine. Go and have fun.”
You rushed to his side quickly, kissing his cheek. “Thanks Dean.” Walking towards the unnamed man, you hoped that he didn’t get completely weirded out by you showing up at the same bar as him. “I guess you were right.” You smiled once you were near him.
He looked up, a smile crossing his face. “I guess I was. Nice to see you again Darlin’.” He pulled away from his group of friends. “I’ll catch y’all later.”
“You didn’t have to do that ya know?” You smiled at him blushing slightly, following him as he directed you to an empty table.
He pulled out a chair for you and sat in the opposite seat, placing his beer on the table before him. “Now why wouldn’t I want to have a nice, private conversation with a gorgeous girl like yourself? Especially one with such a fondness for beautiful bikes.”
You sipped your drink and licked your lips. “Well, more like a fondness for pictures.” You chuckled. “I’m Y/N.”
“Daryl.” He told you. “So, not a bike fan?”
“Never said that.” You teased. “I just stopped to get a picture of your bike.”
Daryl smirked. “Well at least you have a creative eye. I appreciate beauty, I don’t create it.”
You blushed, ducking your head down. “Well I wouldn’t say I create it, just capture it.”
“There is no way anything you take, make or otherwise do wouldn’t be beautiful.” Daryl smiled, reaching forward to lift your chin up. You gazed into his eyes, grateful for his kind words.
“Well.” You said, laughing off his words. “Things got way too deep for a first conversation there.”
Daryl laughed, removing his hand from yours skin. “True. So what about this weather?” The two of you laughed, drifting easily into light, flirty conversation.
Hearing you laughing, Dean glanced over at you and shook his head. “At least she’s not like you.” Sam laughed, catching Dean’s attention again.
Pairings: Eventual Oliver/Reader, Laurel/Tommy
Word count: 2,661
Summary: You get to your new apartment and the kids meet Oliver.
Part three of For the Kids
Maggie heard you coming down the hall, and stood in her bedroom door, scared. “Mommy? What was all that noise?”
“Just a neighbor checking in.” You said quickly, somewhat a lie. “Did you get those toys?” You asked, trying to get her mind off of things.
“Yeah! Why again?” She asked.
You smiled softly. “We wanna make sure to bring those first!”
“Cool!” She followed your excitement and held your hand, making it harder for you to grab your stuff, but you didn’t mind. “Is Daddy mad?”
“Yes, but we won’t worry about that.” You said quickly. “Let's focus on our new lives!”
“Okay.” She said easily. “Daddy won’t yell?” Her eyes looked up at you.
“He might.” You said honestly. “But we’ll be leaving fast enough that it won’t matter.” You assured her. “And Tommy is here, too, remember?”
She nodded. “He’ll protect us!” She declared. “He's so brave. He's like a prince!”
You smiled at that. “He’s going to love hearing that.” You giggled. “Want to help me get some of my things together?”
She nodded, loving to help and did so excitedly.
When you came back down, you had a suitcase for each kid, a small bag of toys for each, and then some extras for you. “I also have overnight bags for each of us hidden in the kitchen.” You admitted.
Tommy began helping to carry as Laurel went to get your kitchen bags. Mark was glaring the entire time, arms crossed over his chest. “Overnight bags? Dramatic.” He mumbled, flinching as the Arrow looked at him. “You’ll be back in a week.” He added. “You haven’t had a job since Clay was an infant.”
“Because I’m a stay at him mom. Maybe I would’ve been able to have a part time job if you helped with either kid or maybe cleaned once in a while.” You shot back. “Or did anything besides make me feel like a failure and a waste of space.”
“You didn’t need me to make yourself feel that way.” He rolled his eyes. “You did that all on your own.”
You clenched your jaw and looked away, wishing you could prove that he was the cause of your inner pain. Your eyes stung with tears, and you swallowed back the urge to sob.
“Time to go.” Tommy’s voice spoke. “Now.” He glared at Mark. He looked back at you, his gaze softening. “We’ll come back for more stuff another day.”
You nodded, squeezing Maggie’s hand. “Lets go.” You said with a smile, ignoring Mark as you walked past him.
“Don’t think I’ll let you come crawling back here.” He hissed at you. “My kids can come back, but you can deal with this mistake.”
“Not going to happen.” Tommy told him as he let Laurel follow you before going behind her. “Thanks for the backup, Arrow.” He said with a side glance.
“Anytime.” The deep voice spoke. He was out the door seconds after the rest of you.
“That was nice of him.” You said softly as you packed your stuff in the car. You wanted to break down, but you couldn’t. How else were you supposed to feel when your marriage ended so horribly? You knew once you’d get a moment alone later, you would let it all out. You just couldn’t let Maggie see that.
“I’ll drive.” Laurel offered. “Tommy can meet us there to help unpack.” She gave you a small smile. “How about I stop on the way over and get us lunch?”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You said softly. “But, thank you.”
Maggie tugged on your arm. “I want a happy meal. Can we get one for Clay, too?”
“Of course.” Laurel said for you. “I think we all need happy meals.” She admitted. “How about Maggie comes with me?” She offered. “This way she can make sure I get the right meals.”
You chewed on your lip. “I’ll have to put her car seat in your car, is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine!” She said easily.
Tommy watched Laurel interact with Maggie as you moved things around, smiling softly to himself. It was something that always warmed his heart. She would make a wonderful mom one day.
Tommy has offered to get Clay from school and Oliver took it upon himself to watch over you as the Arrow and Laurel while he did. Something about you made him want to protect you and the kids even more. It had never happened so quickly that he felt an attachment.
He stayed around the perimeter of your new place, but his ears always listened for you or Maggie’s. When he heard her giggles, he relaxed slightly. He felt he would get used to that soon. His eyes moved to the street when he heard a car, noting it was just Tommy. He smiled to himself as he saw Clay, enjoying how he got along with his best friend. He watched the small boy point to the apartment building, and figured he was asking about it. He felt for you and the kids, knowing change was hard. But he was hoping he could help make it a positive thing. After being with Mark for so long, he knew that your self-confidence was likely very low.
He couldn’t wait to get you started at the job he promised you. Once Tommy and Clay were inside, he moved away, wanting to male his way to see you. As oliver.
He would be bringing over some sweets as a housewarming gift. For a moment, he considered flowers, as well. Sunflowers seemed fitting. He rushed at the thought.
Clay dropped his bag as he walked into the apartment. “Mom?! What's going on?”
You sighed softly. “This is our place now.” You explained. “You, me, and Maggie live here.”
“Why? Where’s dad?” He frowned.
Licking your lips, your heart clenched. “Buddy, your dad and I are getting a divorce.”
He sagged. “Oh.” He glanced down. “Okay.” He sniffed. “Is it because of me and Maggie?”
“What? No!” You said softly. “Of course not. This was all between me and him.” You crouched down. “Mommy didn’t want you guys to be stuck in a home where...where we weren’t happy.” You tried to explain. “I know you hated us fighting.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, but I didn’t want you to move away from each other. Just stop fighting.” He pouted.
You gave him a sad smile. “You can decorate your new room however you want…”
“I guess.” He nodded. “As long as you’re happy.” He looked at you. “I hate hearing you cry.”
You gently hugged him. “And I don’t want you to hear me do so anymore.” You said softly, hating that he had these memories. “We’re going to be happy here. Plus we’re closer to Tommy and Laurel.” You added, knowing both kids loved them.
He nodded. “That’s cool. More dinners where they can come?” He played with your sleeve. He knew that Mark didn’t get along with Tommy, so they didn’t see him when he was home.
“Of course.” You smiled. “And there’s a park nearby. And you get to keep your school friends.” You tried to give him all the positives to keep his spirits high.
“Thank you.” He hugged you again. “Can I see my room?” He asked, curious about it.
“I can show you!” Maggie said excitedly, holding out her hand. “Come on! We even got some of your toys, too.”
He smiled at that and followed her, glad she was taking it well. “Thanks, sis.” He told her.
Letting out a sigh, you stood up, running your hand through your hair. “They’re lucky to have you.” Tommy told you.
“I don’t know.” You swallowed. “I hate doing this to them. A change this big.” You hugged yourself. “And hearing him say he’s heard me cry kills me.”
Laurel went to rub your back. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” She said gently. “But it'll get better.”
“You’re not alone now.” Tommy added. “We’re just up the street.” He smiled before there was a knock at the door.
You widened your eyes, worried as Tommy went to open it. There stood Oliver Queen. Holding candy and flowers. He had a heart melting smile on his face. “Heard there was a new family in your neighborhood.” He chuckled at his friend before looking at you. “Thought I’d bring a little something.” He told you.
Tommy shook his head. “Always outdoing me, man.” He joked before he let him in.
“Sorry, all the boxes.” You immediately blushed even thought it was mainly bags you brought. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”
“Oliver.” He walked over to you and handed you his gifts. “So great to meet you.” He seemed taller in person. “I hope Tommy has been a good influence on your kids.” He joked.
You chuckled, stammering slightly. “He’s been great. They love him.” You shrugged. “He’s like an uncle to them.”
“We are talking about the same Tommy?” He laughed.
“Hey!” Tommy grinned. “I’m a fun Uncle!”
Oliver laughed and stayed smiling at you. “I’ve heard great things about all of you. Sorry if I came too early to welcome you.” He could see the emotions in your eyes fighting to take over.
You shook your head. “You’re always welcome. I trust Tommy’s friend choices.” You swallowed. “It’s just been a hard day.” You sighed. “The kids didn’t know about this until today. Clay only found out about 10 minutes ago.”
“That’s rough.” He frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said honestly moments before the kids came running out. “Hi, guys!” He smiled at them. “I’m Oliver.”
Clay’s eyes were wide. “Dude. I know who you are.”
“Yeah?” Oliver smiled and held out his hand. “It’s great to meet you. Clay, right?”
He nodded, taking his hand. “Yeah, and this is Maggie.”
“Hi, Maggie.” Oliver crouched. “I like your outfit today. I love green.” He said sweetly. “It’s my favorite color.”
She gasped. “Mine, too!” She looked up at him in awe. “I want to paint my room that color!” She said excitedly. “Like my favoritest superhero!”
“Oh, yeah? Who’s that? I love superheroes.” He grinned.
“Promise not to tell my Daddy?” She ‘whispered’, making the adults smile. He nodded, chuckling. “Arrow. He hates him.”
Clay shook his head. “I keep telling her that Batman is better.”
Oliver beamed. “Batman is pretty cool, but I’ll have to agree with Maggie here.” He chuckled.
“She wanted to go as him last year for Halloween, but Mark wouldn’t buy her the costume.” You admitted.
“Well, I can assure you I know where to get the best Arrow costumes.” Oliver nodded. “So, if you still want it this Halloween, you got it.” He assured her, making her squeal and hug him.
“Maggie.” You said gently, but melted when Oliver hugged her back just as happily.
She pulled away, smiling at him. “I like you.” She said simply. “You’re nice. Like Tommy!”
“I’m nicer, sweetheart.” Tommy reminder her.
“I disagree.” Oliver chuckled. “He’s just goofier.” He winked at Maggie before standing. “So, how about I take us all out to dinner?” He offered.
“Oh, we have Happy Meals. But thank you for the offer.” You had a constant blush now. “It’s sweet.”
He chuckled. “Late dinner, than? It’s only a little after 3, and I’m sure come dinner time, everyone will be hungry.” He shrugged. “Nothing fancy, I promise.”
You bit your lip, thinking. “Please, mom!” Clay asked, Maggie nodding. “It’s Oliver Queen !” He insisted.
“You watch too much tv, kid.” You said playfully.
“And he didn’t need a bigger head.” Tommy added. “When's the last time you went out to eat, Y/N?” When you looked away, he sighed. “Then I gotta agree with Oliver.”
“I know a great family diner.” Oliver nudged you and gave you a tender look. He could tell you weren't used to this.
“Only if I can pay you back once I start working.” You looked at him. You didn't want handouts.
He huffed. “Okay.” He said easily, smiling. “I'll pick everyone up about 6?”
Tommy nodded. “I’ll help with the car seat.” He told you before you could worry. “You just work on getting you guys settled here.”
“Okay.” You dropped your shoulders. “Thank you.” You told them both. You were so used to doing everything tiny thing it was habit to.
Oliver gently squeezed your arm. “See you later.” He said softly. “Bye, kiddos.” He went off to give them each a fist bump. He chuckled as each excitedly gave him one before letting himself out.
Laurel smiled at you as you watched him leave. “He has that effect on people.” She told you.
You looked at her. “What effect?”
She chuckled. “The whole flustered thing.” She rapped your cheek. “It’s just how he is.”
You blushed further. “I just get like that with new people.” You admitted. “I'm so used to it just being the kids, Mark, and you two. Other than that, I really don't see anyone.”
She nodded. “Understandable. The dinner will be good to get out.” She noted. “And hopefully you’ll make more friends at your new jobs.”
You nodded, biting your lip. “I’m going to be so awkward.” You chuckled softly. “It’s been awhile since I had friends besides you two.”
“I can’t wait.” She giggled teasingly. “Oliver will take you out of your shell for sure.” She nudged you lightly.
“I don’t have a shell.” You argued with a smile. “At all.”
“The thickest shell.” She hugged you with a chuckle. “You've built yourself a suit of armor.”
“For the kids.” You nodded. “Everything I've done has been for them.”
“It shows. They adore you.” She assured. “Now let’s go pick an outfit.”
You looked at her funny. “Why do I need to change?” You glanced at your clothes.
“Oh.” She blinked. “Well, it is a dinner type night. I guess I just prepare in case Oliver goes overboard.” She shrugged. “And I thought you deserve to feel extra pretty when you normally dress for home.”
You bit your lip. “I only have mom clothes I guess.” You weren’t even sure if that’s what you had, but you assumed by her suggestion. “I haven't ‘dressed nice’ since before Clay.” You mumbled.
“Wanna borrow something?” She smiled.
“I...don't think we would be the same size.” You blushed. “But thank you.”
She shook her head. “I’m sure I’d have some stuff, but we can shop another time.” She went to one of your bags. “Any heels? Boots?”
You couldn't help but laugh. “The only boots I own are winter boots.” You admitted. “I didn't shop much for me, and never anything that couldn't be worn for everyday things.”
“We can fix this.” She said easily. “Oh good, you have a blazer.” She pulled it out. “Your parent teacher conference blazer, I assume?”
“Uh, yeah.” You sighed. “I had a limited monthly budget for ‘non household’ things, so I'm sure that's the prettiest thing I own.”
She sagged. “I hate Mark.” She gave you a sad smile.
You shrugged. “I was always more focused on the kids and bills, anyway. Half the time I spent my money on outings.”
She nodded. “I hope I can help with teaching you some self care stuff for you, too.” She gave you a soft smile. “You're important, too!”
You shrugged and blushed further. “Thank you.” You had no idea how to deal with all this, so you focused on the kids. “Clay, do you have homework?”
“A little.” He sighed. “Just some reading.”
“Anything I can help with?” Tommy asked.
“It’s history.” Clay made a face. “So boring!”
“I’m sure we can make it interesting. Wanna try it?” Tommy smiled.
He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
“Thanks, Tommy.” You smiled softly. “I owe you.”
“No problem.” He mock saluted you and followed Clay to a seat.
Pairings: Eventual Oliver/Reader, Laurel/Tommy
Word count: 6,667
Summary: Maggie adores Oliver, Tommy and Oliver are big kids, and Mark is an ass.
Part four of For the Kids
Oliver was eagerly awaiting dinner, wondering how your afternoon went. His mind had never strayed away from you for more than a few moments. It was shocking to him. Your kids were adorable and he looked forward to the evening with all of you.
Once it was close enough, he made his way there. He was curious to see Tommy work a car seat. He brushed off his sweater, hoping he had toned it down enough. It was clear you were uncomfortable with this dinner idea. He cleared his throat before knocking on your door, smiling as he heard Clay say he got it.
“MOM! Oliver’s here!” Clay called over his shoulder once he saw who it was. “Come in.”
“Thanks, buddy.” Oliver beamed. “Excited for dinner?” He asked as he walked in.
“Yes! We never go out.” He followed. “Dad always makes excuses. Usually he's ‘tired’.”
“Good thing I’m all rested up.” Oliver chuckled.
“Oliver!” Maggie ran up to hug his legs. “I'm excited for dinner!”
“I’m really glad to hear that.” He smiled down at her. “Where's your favorite place to go?”
She thought for a moment. “McDonalds. We don't go out.” She shrugged.
He nodded. “I’m a big fan of their nuggets.” He admitted. “And they have the best toys.” He chuckled as she nodded excitedly.
“You’re smart!” She smiled. “Where we going today?”
“A little family dinner type place. Nothing fancy.” He tapped her nose.
“Cool!” She smiled.
“I see the kids have attached themselves to you.” You smiled as you went to greet him.
He looked up at you. “They're cute kids.” He chuckled. “Is it true you guys never go out for dinner?”
You blushed. “Yes. Always homemade or takeout if anything.” You shrugged a shoulder. “Maggie's never been out to dinner. Clay hasn't been since I was pregnant.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Well, I’m happy to be changing that.” He sounded sincere, but you weren't sure how to feel.
You nodded, biting your lip. “Let’s get going then…” You suggested. “We'll do bath time a little later tonight.”
“Only if you’re still okay with it.” He frowned worriedly. “I don't want to push you.”
“It's okay. I need to...need to get used to doing things differently. I want the kids to have the best life.” You glanced at your hands. “Plus they really like you.” You pointed out the obvious.
“Have I intruded?” He asked, suddenly aware. Both Tommy and Laurel looked shocked, never having heard him worry about that before.
You quickly shook your head. “No, of course not.” You assured him, feeling bad.
“You can tell me at any time.” He told you. “I won’t hold anything against you. I promise.” He had a feeling that you didn’t know how to have a ‘normal’ relationship thanks to your husband.
You nodded. “I will.” You smiled softly. “Thanks. The kids are excited so it’ll be good.” You told him.
He looked proud at that. “Well, I’ve been looking forward to seeing Tommy with a car seat.” He looked at his friend. “He’s never really been around kids besides yours.”
“And I don’t plan on friending any others.” Tommy chuckled. “Her kids are great. And they just started liking me.” He admitted. “When Maggie was 2, she had a habit of kicking me in the shin…”
Maggie giggled innocently, making Oliver grin. “I would too, Tommy.” He chuckled.
Tommy gasped. “That hurts! Literally. I had bruises.”
“I’m strong!” Maggie beamed. “But I love Tommy now.” She ran over and lifted her arms to him. “He’s so fun!”
“Hear that? Fun.” Tommy told Oliver as he lifted her. “I wouldn’t mind if they started calling me Uncle Tommy.” He winked playfully at you.
“Never thought I’d hear that.” Laurel laughed.
You giggled along with her. “I’m sure they see you that way, too.” You agreed. “If they want to call you that, I have no problems with it.”
“Awe.” Tommy blushed slightly. “Well...I’m honored.” He didn’t expect it to go that way.
When everyone was outside, everyone looked at Tommy. “You said you’d do the car seat.” Oliver smirked.
You giggled. “He’s a pro.” You teased along with him, watching Tommy go to get it. “Maybe he just wants practice.” You added.
Oliver snorted. “Hear that?” He nudged Laurel. She blushed a deep red, not saying anything in reply.
You grinned and watched Tommy fumble to fit the car seat. “This is just cruel.” He muttered to himself, his annoyance getting the better of him.
“Hey, you’re doing better than me.” Oliver chuckled.
“I can help.” Clay offered.
Tommy looked over at your son. “YOU can do this?!”
He shrugged. “Yeah.” He said as if it was nothing. “You just click that.” He pointed to a portion. “It’s not hard.” You were trying so hard not to lose it at the interaction between the two.
Tommy huffed. “Fine. Show me.” He was offended clearly. “I’m being shown up by a kid half my height.” He watched as Clay did it as if it was nothing.
“Doubt that’s the first time that’s happened.” Oliver told him, making you laugh loudly. “Or the last!” Laurel couldn’t help but smile, enjoying your laugh as you bent over in giggles. It was good to see you so happy.
“You’re funny. I’ve never seen him look so offended.” You looked up at Oliver. “Poor Tommy!” You laughed.
Oliver smirked to himself and ducked as Tommy went to smack the back of his head as he passed. “Let’s just go eat.” Tommy sighed, shaking his head.
You giggled and nodded, getting Maggie in her place as Clay sat next to her. “Mommy, I have to pee.” Maggie told you as you had just finished buckling her in.
“Maggie.” You said softly with a small sigh before unbuckling her. “We don’t have reservations or anything, right?” You asked Oliver.
He shook his head. “Nope. None.” He hoped that helped you relax a bit.
“Okay.” You let out a breath. “We’ll be right back.” You lifted your three year old and made your way back inside.
Once you were out of ear shot, Tommy looked at Oliver. “You better not hurt her.” He told his best friend, knowing how he didn’t really do relationships.
Oliver took it in stride. “I’m just being friendly, Tommy.” .” He told him simply. “That’s all. Can’t I try to be her friend, too?”
“Friends? We’re your only friends.” Tommy scoffed. pointed out. “You keep your circle close.”
“Well she’s part of your circle, so she can be part of mine.” He shrugged. “I’m not sure why you seem against that.”
“I am, too.” Laurel nodded. “You hurt strong women enough. So, this shouldn’t even be a thought process for you.” She backed up Tommy, none of them thinking that Clay was right there. “It’s one thing supporting her in getting on her feet, it’s another to to do more than that.”
“Guys. I’m just helping.” Oliver said calmly, but it was clear he wanted to get defensive. “It’s nice to know what you think of me, though.”
“That’s what friends are for.” Tommy gave him a look.
You came back out, and looked between the three of them. “Everything okay?” You asked.
Clay spoke up. “They told him not to hurt you.”
You widened your eyes. “Why would you hurt me?” You looked at Oliver, pulling Maggie closer. You doubted that Tommy would willingly let someone close to you and the kids that would harm you.
“I wouldn’t. They’re just very protective of you.” Oliver said easily. “And I don’t have the best track record with being nice with them.” He sighed. “That’s all.”
You glanced at Tommy and Laurel, watching them nod softly. You chewed on your lip, unsure of how to reply. “I don’t know how much you know about my situation, but just because I stayed with my husband for so long, doesn’t mean I’m weak or I can’t stand up for myself.” You looked at Oliver. “I’ll tell you that now.”
“I never doubted that.” He said seriously. “You have to be strong.” He shrugged. “I don’t just hire anybody, either. So I never want you to think I’m a hand out kind of guy.” He told you honestly, and you believed him.
You let out a breath and nodded. “Okay.” You looked around. “Let’s go, then?” You suggested.
He grinned. “Let’s.”
One thing you had not thought of when accepting this dinner invitation was people staring. You held your head as high as you could, but it was a lot from the start. Who knew what these people would post?!
Laurel stood nearest you in an effort to help with your worry. “They’ll stop soon.” She said softly. “It comes with the territory that is Oliver Queen.”
“Not sure if I like it.” You mumbled back. You had to do a double take at your 8 year old, who was making faces at people he caught staring. “Clay!” You laughed, trying to get him to stop.
“What?” He shrugged. “They’re the rude ones.” He told you simply.
“Exactly.” Oliver nodded. “Thankfully we have a spot a little less crowded.” He told you, making you look over at him. “And that we're a group. It's worse in fancier places, and on dates.”
You nodded. “Makes sense.” You rubbed your hands together anxiously. For some reason, the thought bothered you.
“You okay?” Clay gently tapped your arm. “You look like you don't feel good, mom.”
“I’m just...not used to this.” You told him honestly. “I’ll be fine.” You wanted them to have a good time. “How's your food?”
“Great.” He said honestly. “Really tastes like...not fast food?” He couldn’t think of a word.
“Do you need some fresh air?” Oliver asked worriedly. “There’s a patio right over there.” He motioned. “No one is out there right now.”
You gave him a soft smile and shook your head. “No, thanks.” You assured him.
He nodded and glanced around for a moment, before watching Maggie with a smile. “Are fries your favorite?” He asked.
“I like curly fries the best. Mommy makes them at home.” She told him. “From actual potatoes!”
“I’ve never had homemade curly fries.” He chuckled. “Should I?”
She gasped. “NEVER?!” She looked extremely surprised.
“Never.” He laughed. “I might have to change that.” He told her, tapping her nose gently.
“You have to!” She nodded. “Mommy will make you some!” She offered. “They’re the bestest.”
He chuckled. “I’ll have to ask nicely first, I’m sure.” He winked at you.
You blushed. “That’s pressure.” You chuckled teasingly. “Thanks for hyping up my curly fries, Mags.” You smiled at her.
She grinned. “Bestest!” She assured. “Can we have some tomorrow?”
That’s when it hit you. “I have no one to watch Maggie while I’m at work for you.” You told Oliver. “Or the kids on the weekends while I’m at the club.” You breathed.
“We’ll help.” Laurel told you. “Me and Tommy can switch depending which job is when. And I can help you look at programs.” She smiled, hopeful. “There are some great places around here, and many ask where you work. I think you’re a shoe in once they see you work for Oliver.”
You bit your lip. “Yeah, maybe.” You nodded, chastising yourself for not thinking about it sooner. How could you forget one of the biggest reasons that you hadn’t been working?!
“Hey, it’ll be okay.” Oliver told you. “I’m sure of it.” He said kindly. “You won’t have to go back to Mark.”
You let out a shaky breath and nodded. “I worry...a lot.” You admitted. “Pretty sure I have anxiety.”
“Pretty sure, too.” Tommy nodded. “Mark didn’t help, so I think he amplified it.” He sighed. “Hopefully once things smooth out, it’ll lessen for you.”
You nodded. “Thank you. You’ve helped.” You smiled. “But, it’s not all his fault. I did suck pretty bad in the housekeeping department…”
“While you were parenting?” Oliver frowned. “That’s expected.” He said defensively. “Did he do any housekeeping?”
“Of course not. He works full time.” You shrugged.
“So do you. As a mom.” He shrugged back. “And he gets out of the house, which means a break.”
“You’re just saying that...like Tommy.” You rubbed your hands.
“I kept trying to tell you that you bust your ass.” He shrugged.
“Tommy would know. Because he does the exact opposite.” Oliver joked slightly. “But I can already see how you work well and I haven’t known you long.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Kids are healthy, happy, and think the world of you.”
You blushed further and glanced down. “Thanks, Oliver.”
“Why didn't you yell at Uncle Tommy for saying ‘ass’?” Maggie asked you.
Clay rolled his eyes. “Because he's an adult, stupid.”
“I'm not stupid! You're mean!”
“And here we go.” You sighed. “Guys ... stop .”
“He started it!” Maggie pouted.
“And I'm telling you both to knock it off. You, don't call your sister stupid. And yes, it was a mean thing to say, but we don't want a fight.” You told them. “We’re in a nice place, okay?” You really hoped this wouldn’t blow up like most nights.
“That’s why we don’t go to nice places.” Clay glared at Maggie. “Because you act like a baby!”
You huffed. “ Clay. ” You looked at him. “No more.” your eyes were pleading with him to stop.
“It’s true.” He sighed, pushing it.
“Clay Marcus.” You pointed at him. “One more word and no computer for the weekend.” Sure, that also punished you, but you weren't backing down.
He rolled his eyes and picked at his plate. There was an awkward tension now hovering over your table.
You glanced at Oliver apologetically and a big embarrassed. This was your normal, but you were hoping that they would have behaved.
Tommy reached over to squeezed your arm and gave you an assuring look. Kids would be kids.
You gave him a small smile and focused on your food for a moment to take a deep breath. You hoped that the rest of the night went smoothly, and that bedtime wasn’t pure hell.
Oliver wondered what he could do to help you feel more comfortable, so he waited until the kids were done eating before ordering everyone a bowl of ice cream.
Hearing a text, you pulled out your phone. “Mark is filing kidnapping charges.” You breathed.
“What?” Tommy asked. “He can’t do that. Right?” He looked at Laurel.
“He can file.” Laurel blinked. “Doesn’t mean it’s right or will go through.” She told him. “She’s their mother, and they currently both have custody.” She added. “They’re married.”
“Will someone come for them?” You asked her worriedly. “Or will I be arrested?” You’d never come close to that before.
“You will not get arrested.” Oliver spoke.
Laurel shook her head. “Doubtful. I can start making a case for you.” She said quickly. “See if the other girls can help, too, at the office.”
You were terrified of losing your kids. “Did he say anything else?” Tommy asked.
“Just that he’ll drop them if we come home...and then never speak to you guys again.” You swallowed, hand gripping the table cloth in worry. You were trying so hard not to cry at that moment.
“I don’t wanna go home with Dad, Mom…” Clay muttered.
You didn’t know the best option for the kids at the moment and looked around. Your chest got heavy, and your breathing picked up. “I think I need that fresh air now.”
“I’ll stay.” Tommy nodded.
Oliver stood up and offered his arm to you. You let him lead you to the empty patio, thankful that for whatever reason, it wasn’t being used. You leaned on one of the rails and tried to calm your breathing. “I can’t lose them.” You said. “I just can’t. They’ve been my everything since I saw those two pink lines for Clay.”
“You won’t.” Oliver told you. “Laurel is great at what she does, and she’ll help. Mark is just being a dick.” His tone was firm, but not unkind. “And, I hate to say it, but you have all the texts you’ve sent Tommy about how Mark is.”
You let your head hang and nodded. “I guess so. But he’s never...done anything. Nothing that would be illegal.” You told him. “He’s never hit us, he’s never abused us emotionally…”
“I’m pretty sure he’s done that to you.” Oliver said softly. “Just while we were there, he did.” He sighed. “He’s been verbally abusive.”
You frowned and shook your head, knowing you deserved most of it. “No, he’s being honest.”
“You really believe that, don’t you?” His tone went soft and sad.
“Of course I do.” You looked at him. “I’m not the easiest person to deal with. Add kids and the house is always chaos.” You shrugged. “Laundry is never caught up, there's almost always dishes in the sink, I never get to mop, windows never get touched, I'm lucky to get to the yard work.” You sagged.
“Stop.” Oliver gently placed a hand on your shoulder. “You’re a full time mom. That’s a job in itself. A man should be happy to help with housework if it means you’re taking care of your kids.” He pointed out. “It sounds like his mother did everything for him, and he’s come to expect it from everyone else, too.”
You bit your lip. “But you don’t know him. He’s nice.” At least, at first. “I married him for a reason.”
“People change.” Oliver looked away. “I know that better than anyone.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Some times for the better, sometimes for the worst. Think of what Clay said. About hearing you cry.”
You sighed. “I could suck it up for them if it meant them having their family always. I can’t let them get taken by some people who don’t even know.” You started to tear up. “I can’t win.”
“You’re going to. I’ll make sure of it. Tommy and Laurel will be on your side constantly. Laurel sees these cases all the time. For years she has.” He didn’t want you to give up when you finally had a chance to better your life, and the lives of the kids. “I’d offer my legal team, but honestly, Laurel’s better.”
You looked at him. “You’ve been helpful. Why? Why me? It can’t just be because I’m friends with them. Is it some charity thing?” Which would honestly bother you. You didn’t want to be some charity case.
He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t...do that to people. I help bigger causes if I’m doing charity. This is me, as Oliver, helping someone who I hope to become friends with in the future.” He shrugged. “You know about the whole ‘castaway’ thing, right?” He looked at you, and you nodded. “Being gone changed me. It brought out a better side of me I didn’t know was there.”
You searched his eyes. “You’re so believable to me.” You looked down. “I trust what you say.” You admitted. “I just have to make sure that’s a good decision.” You wrapped your arms around yourself.
“And I want to prove it to you.” He said easily. “And you need to prove to yourself, and him, that you’re worth more than what he’s said to you.”
You sniffled and squeezed yourself, nodding. “I want to.” You told him. “I really do.”
“I know you do. How long were you together?”
“Since close to high school.” You sighed. “A long time.”
He winced. “Long time.” He nodded in agreement. “It sounds like you never got to just be you, right?”
“Sometimes I don’t know what ‘just me’ is.” You shrugged. “There is no ‘me’. There’s Clay and Maggie’s mom, there’s Mark’s wife, nothing more.”
“I’m sorry.” He said softly. “I hope that changes.” He was holding back from putting a hand on your shoulder.
“Not a priority. But yeah.” You sighed. “They’re the most important people.”
“I understand.” He nodded.
“Mommy?” You turned when you heard Maggie, and saw her there with Laurel. “I love you.”
You smiled and went over to her. “I love you, too.” You crouched. “What do you want, baby? I heard what your brother wants, but I want you to have a say, too.”
“You.” She rushed to hug you. “Wherever you go.” She held you tight. “And Clay, I guess.” She joked, making you chuckle.
You smiled and hugged her tight. “I just want you both happy and safe.” You told her as you lifted her.
“You make us happy.” She said with a grin. Pulling her arms from your neck, she put her small hands on your cheeks, kissing your nose.
It instantly made you tear up and smile. “Thank you. I needed that.” You told her, your heart overwhelmed. “Thank you, Maggie.”
“Welcome!” She giggled, happy as can be.
Oliver stood by Laurel, simply watching. “I’m kinda wishing Arrow shot him.” She muttered to him. “But I know he chooses big rich guys.” She sighed.
“Maybe this will make him rethink things.” He said seriously.
She nodded. “I’ve always hated him. And you know I don’t hate for no reason.” Laurel glanced at Oliver for a moment, then looked back towards you making Maggie giggle. “I met him once before today.”
“And I can’t even stand him without meeting him.” He sighed, waving at Maggie. “He doesn’t deserve them.”
“And I’m going to make sure he knows it.” She huffed. “Clay said something that makes me think he’s cheating.”
“Shit, if you can prove that it’s a winning deal. Such a dick though.” He nearly growled. “What did he say?”
She sighed. “That Mark has mentioned someone name Claire a lot recently, and he’s heard them on the phone when he gets up at night to go to the bathroom.”
“That’s disgusting. And she’s never mentioned a sister named Claire or anything?” He asked, hating he was being the other side of the story, but wanted to make sure he got his facts right before he did something as Arrow.
“She’s an only child, and we’re her friends.” She told him sadly. “I plan to do what I can at work tomorrow.”
He sighed and nodded. “I’m glad she has you guys.” He said honestly.
After dinner, Maggie was yawning, letting you know she would not be getting a bath that night. She whined and reached for the nearest person to hold her as you all walked to the cars. That person happened to be Oliver.
He chuckled and lifted her. “It’s almost my bedtime too, kiddo.” He looked at you, hoping it was alright. You gave him a small nod, Clay’s hand in yours. He smiled happily and rubbed her back, Tommy looking at him in slight shock.
“Have I ever seen you hold a kid?” He asked his friend. “Hell, have I seen you around one for more than a minute?”
“No to both.” Laurel said with a chuckle. “Hasn’t even looked at one recently until now.” She looked amused. “Cute look.”
Oliver rolled his eyes. “You’re both hilarious.” He chuckled lightly. “Is she asleep?” He asked when her arms just started to dangle.
“Yep. You’re magic.” You giggled. “Sorry if she’s heavy. She gets like dead weight fast.” You told him. “She fell asleep on me on the couch once and I was forced to sleep there.”
He laughed. “Comfy.” He shook his head. “She’s fine.” He assured you. “It’s cute.”
Clay peeked at him. “She drools. And snores.”
“That’s okay.” Oliver told him. “You did too at her age I’m sure.” He smirked when Clay looked offended.
“You still drool. And you talk in your sleep.” You chuckled. “Just last night you mumbled about Minecraft.”
“I don’t!” He gasped. “No way!” He shook his head.
Grinning, you nodded. “Yup. You started when you were about five.” You told him. “You kept giggling in your sleep and talking about coloring.”
He blinked at you. “But that’s annoying!” He whined.
“I think it’s cute.” You shrugged.
“Moms think everything is cute.” He crossed his arms.
“When did my oldest hit his teen years?” You joked, glancing at Tommy.
“Like two weeks ago.” He grinned teasingly. “Clearly. Should we get him the teen essentials? Deodorant, shaving cream, all that stuff?”
You gasped. “Too fast, too fast!” You giggled. “I'll stick with just the attitude for now.”
“Deal.” Tommy laughed. “I would, too. Teens scare me.” He nodded.
“Scary.” Oliver laughed, shaking his head.
Laurel smirked at him. “Coming from the overgrown 16 year old?”
“Yeah! I’m not that scary.” He grinned. “Teen antics and all.” He sounded very amused.
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Sure, man.” He chuckled. “You keep telling yourself that.”
“He seems very professional to me.” You smiled.
Laurel chuckled. “Give it time. He’s still on his best behavior.”
“I’ll try to beat my record.” Oliver grinned. “Alright, now...how do I get her into her car seat?” He asked you, looking a bit scared.
You giggled and went to help him. “She’s just gonna flop in pretty easily.” You told him. “She sleeps like a rock, usually.” You told him.
“Okay.” He nodded. “I, uh. Don’t want her to hit anything.” He said bashfully.
Reaching out, you took her from him, saving him from his worry. “Don’t worry, I’ve whacked both the kids’ heads on a car before…” You admitted.
He laughed. “That makes me feel better.” He watched as you moved easily with Maggie. “You’re great.” He complimented.
“I’ve had practice.” You blushed as you stood once she was in. “See, didn’t even move.”
“I cannot sleep that soundly.” He shook his head. “I’m jealous.”
You smirked. “Come over and watch them from the moment they wake up during the summer, until bedtime. You’ll crash. Hard.” You laughed, trying to push the looming kidnapping charges from your mind.
“Sounds like a challenge I’m up for.” He smirked back. “I’ll so do it. As long as I get a list of their likes, dislikes, allergies...things like that.”
You raised your eyebrows. “That’s thoughtful.” You hadn’t expected that to happen. You were just teasing him.
“I’ll babysit him while he babysits the kids.” Tommy ‘whispered’ to you.
You laughed as Oliver shoved at him. “Laurel, do you plan to babysit Tommy while he babysits Oliver while babysitting the kids?” You joked.
“Heck, no.” She laughed. “Not for free.” She teased. “But I would do it just to see them become messes of themselves.” She watched the two play fight, laughing away.
“Same.” You agreed. “Tommy’s good but not alone.” You laughed. “The kids would quickly overpower him.”
“And the kids know it.” Laurel grinned. “Don’t you, buddy?” She glanced at Clay.
Clay grinned. “I’d babysit both of them for five bucks.”
Both you and Laurel lost it at that, nodding. “Deal.” You teased.
He fist pumped the air and got comfortable in his seat. “Maybe we’ll have a sleepover.” He mused to himself.
“That’d be fun.” Laurel agreed. “Maybe the girls can have one, too.”
You smiled. “I’m glad I can think about doing that now.” You said honestly. “Even something as simple as being able to do what I want.”
She nodded. “I can’t wait to help with that. Even if it’s just grocery shopping. You’ll be happier doing small things.” She noted as the adults finally made their way to their seats in the car.
You gave her arm a squeeze and laughed as both men were panting. “Need a break?” You asked.
“How am I winded? I work out!” Oliver chuckled.
“Couldn’t ever beat me.” Tommy beamed, but was panting just as hard. “Let's get these kids home, though.”
Oliver nodded and rubbed your back at he passed to get in. It wasn't even a conscious thought, it just felt right.
You blushed and shook your head slightly before getting in as well. “Thank you guys for tonight.” You smiled. “I needed it. We needed it.”
“Told you.” Laurel smiled. “We'll do it again soon.”
Oliver really hoped so. “Just say whenever you'd like to.”
“I’d like to!” Clay said easily. “Maybe pizza!”
“I love pizza.” Oliver smiled.
“How about we focus on getting you home for a bath, Clay?” You chuckled.
He scrunched his nose. “Fine.” He sighed. “I guess.”
You smiled and looked forward to resting that night in your new place. Thankful that Mark did not have your address. You’d worry about the rest tomorrow.
Once you were home, you weren't expecting Oliver to get out of the car, so you looked at him. “Thank you for dinner. Good night.” You assumed you would get Maggie, tommy would get her Cara eat, and Laurel would hang out with Oliver for a few minutes.
He nodded. “I really enjoyed hanging out with you and your family.” He said as he went to get out, surprising you. “I can get Maggie.” He said quickly. “Tommy, can you get her seat?”
“Sure.” Tommy was just as surprised but went through the motions. “At least it's easier to get out.” he noted.
You nodded and felt your heart warm as Oliver easily picked up your daughter. You tried to push those feelings down, as well, wishing you could be numb to everything except your children.
Oliver smiled and followed you inside as Tommy replaced the car seat into your car. “I’m gonna go start my bath!” Clay rushed by you both. “Lots of bubbles!” He was excited.
Oliver laughed. “I should be that excited about baths.” He said as he followed the both of you.
“You should. As an adult, we should enjoy them more.” You smiled and showed him where to lay her. “Help us to relax.”
He nodded as he set her down, pulling a blanket over her. “I used to always make sure I relaxed once in a while. Haven’t for some time now.” He sighed, standing straight. “Hasn’t been high on my to-do list.” He looked around. “When do you get their beds here?” He asked, glancing at you. All you’d done is set them up blankets and pillows at the moment.
“I’m...not positive.” You hummed. “I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You admitted shyly.
He nodded. “That’s okay. Anything I can help with?”
You looked at him. “You’ve done so much already.”
“I don’t think so.” He said easily. “Even if you need a set of arms or something.” He shrugged. “Getting out the kids beds will require help, then what about your bed? Other furniture?”
You bit your lip, beginning to slightly panic. “I d-don’t know.” You shook your head. “I can sleep on the floor for now. Get a pull out couch from one of those rent places once I have money.”
He nodded. “I’ll help. Find deals and stuff.” He offered. “I’m not dumb enough to offer to buy it for you.”
“Sounds like that’s the next thing you’d be offering.” You raised your eyebrows. “Am I gonna go to my house, pack more stuff, and come back to a fully furnished apartment?”
Tommy chuckled lightly, making you jump. “Oh yeah, he’ll say ‘no’, and you will.”
You blinked. “I don’t want that!” You said as loud as you dared. “I don’t want to owe you that much!”
“It’s not owing. It’s a friend helping a friend.” Oliver did this often and didn’t see the problem. It was nothing to him. “Ask Tommy.”
“I hate to say it, but he’s right.” He sighed, shrugging as you looked at him like he was insane. “In all the years we’ve been friends, he’s never told me I owe him. For anything.” He explained. “And I’ve gotten into some sticky shit sometimes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “For all his faults, he’s a good guy.”
Oliver smiled sincerely. “I wouldn’t do anything out of harm in anyway. Not to my friends.” He assured you. “How about you consider it a housewarming gift?”
You huffed. “I’ll think about it, Oliver. You’re also my boss now.” You reminded him. “That’s going to affect what I think.”
He sighed. “It doesn’t affect Tommy.” It was becoming clear that your walls were up very high. “And I’m his boss.”
“But, I thought Tommy owned the club or something? He’s never said that, but I just got that impression.” You said, confused.
“I consider us coworkers.” Tommy nodded.
“Same.” Oliver nodded. “But technically…” Your attention was back on him. “I own the club.”
“So...you’re my boss twice over?!” You frowned. “This is too much.” You shook your head, your breathing picking up. “Please stop doing anything else.” You looked at him. “I can’t take all these handouts. You do it for Tommy because you’ve known him for years. I haven’t even known you a week.” You said, feeling emotional. “I would never even ask my family for things like this if we were close.”
Oliver frowned as you got more upset. “I’m not doing it as handouts. You’re genuinely a nice person with nice kids who are deserving.” He told you. “You got dealt a crappy hand when it came to a husband, and you’re working on getting on your feet. I want to ease that.”
“Is this to ease some guilt in life that you have?” You asked suddenly. “In some way to feel better about something?”
“What makes you think that?” He frowned.
You shrugged. “I just can’t understand why you’re so insistent.” Mark avoided giving you money, or buying you things. Why would a stranger want to?
“I’m just trying to be nice. I’m sorry that the only way I know how to do that is with money.” He shook his head.
“Then why not just be nice by just being there? I only text Tommy, and I see him as nice.” You pointed out.
He raised his hands in surrender. “Clearly this has backfired. I’ll stop now.”
That made you hug him. “Thank you!”
He sighed but his arms automatically wrapped around you. “You're welcome.” He rubbed your back. “I’ll see you for work then.” He nodded, pulling back.
Tommy blinded, confused. He looked at you then waved, following his friend out. Before they were at the car, Tommy stopped him. “That was very weird. Especially for you.”
“I wasn’t ready for her to yell at me or anything.” Oliver sighed. “I get emotions are high, but still.”
“Dude, she’s just coming out of a marriage where she relied on him for everything. I mean, from food, to clothes, to things for the house.” He waved his hands around. “I don’t blame her for freaking out.” He sighed. “This is all overwhelming for her, and she went from one man controlling the money, to another wanting to buy her everything.”
“That’s all I know, Tommy. Literally all I know.” He looked at him almost sadly. “It’s all people have wanted from me aside from you and Laurel, and you two don’t tell at me for it.”
Laurel walked over. “What happened?” She asked.
“Oliver tried to fix things with his wallet.” Tommy sighed. “And it did not end well.” He explained. “She yelled at him.” Her eyebrows went up. “And when he finally caved, agreeing not to furnish her apartment, she hugged him. I think she broke Oliver.”
Oliver just nodded in agreement, brow still furrowed. “I’m so confused.” He admitted her.
“Why?”
“Money is what I know!” He sighed. “I don’t know how to ‘just be there’.” He used air quotations. “Can I learn that somewhere?”
“Mm, probably not.” Laurel chuckled. “Honestly, that’s hard to learn at this point.” She shrugged. “How about you just take it day by day?” She suggested. While she agreed with Tommy about Oliver staying away, it was clear he wasn’t about to do that. “What is it about her that makes you want to try?”
“Would it be weird to say it was a pull to her? Kinda like...friends at first sight?” He shrugged. “That’s the only way I can think to explain it.”
“I don’t even know who this guy is anymore.” Tommy shook his head.
Oliver furrowed his brows. “Why does that sound like you don’t like it? Would you prefer I stick with using my money to make people like me?”
“No, but it’s not like I’ve ever seen anything different.” He sighed. “It’s a lot to process.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m gonna go for a walk. Take the car.” He told them.
“Oliver…” Laurel sighed.
“I just want some quiet, okay?” He shrugged. “Just some time to think. Don’t worry, mom, I’ll text you when I’m home.” He said, half teasing her.
“Both of us.” Tommy pointed a finger at him. “Be careful and all that.” He gave his friend’s arm a pat.
“Yeah, yeah.” He waved before walking off.
Once Clay was bathed, and asleep, you decided for a hot shower for yourself. Which resulted in you crying over the flurry of emotions within you. You felt your chest tighten as you leaned against the tiles, trying to breathe through your sobs. Your entire life, and that of your two kids, had changed so much in the past 24 hours. You still couldn’t believe you were here and it was too much for you to handle at once. You had felt so empowered to know you were leaving, but now you were questioning yourself.
Who did you think you were to do something so drastic? Something that affected the two most important people in your life?! You hiccuped as your crying increased. Sitting down, you hung your head. The water slammed onto you, but it was slightly comforting.
First thing the next morning, Laurel was on the hunt for ‘Claire’, and didn’t have to look too far. She scrunched her nose momentarily and sighed. “Oh, Mark.” Licking her lips, she picked up the phone and dialed your number. “Hey, Y/N, I have some things that I’d like you to look over.” She started. “Can I come over in a little bit? Say about lunch time?”
“Sure.” You instantly said. “I don’t have much, but I can have lemonade for us.” You chuckled. “Everything okay?” You were worried.
“I have some information that may help in your side of the divorce.” She explained.
“Oh.” You got surprised. “That’s great.” You blinked, not sure what you had expected. “Maggie will probably be napping, so we won’t have to worry about that.”
“Great. I’ll bring over the files.” She sounded proper. “Everything else okay?” She leaned back in her chair, wanting to make sure you were holding up.
“About the same. Just still wrapping my head around things.” You said softly. “Still processing, still trying to really believe I made the right choice.”
“I believe you have, but I know that doesn’t help until you believe it too.” She smiled. “We’ll just support you through this all.”
You sighed. “Thank you. And it does help.” You told her honestly. “I’d never have been able to do this without you guys.”
“We’re really happy for you and the kids. We wanted you all safe.” She nodded to herself. “And we’re thankful we were able to get you out of there without needing cops or anything.”
“Yeah, that’s true. At least, not yet.” You said worriedly. “He can’t call them or anything, right?” You slightly panicked.
“No, you’re safe since you filed for divorce.” She assured.
“But I haven't filed! I just told him I would be. I haven't had the chance.” You breathed.
She hummed. “I’ll bring the proper paperwork to lunch.” She said easily, sitting up. “I'll let you know when I'm on my way.”
“Okay.” You swallowed, nervous now. It was all becoming so much more real. When laurel hung up, you went to set up an area where the two of you could sit. You needed to keep yourself distracted.
Pairings: Eventual Dean/Reader, Sam/Jess
Word count: 1,236
Summary: Dean shows you how much he looks forward to movie nights by ordering stuff for those nights.
Part five of Opposites
Coming home from work a few weeks later, you were surprised to see a package on your doorstep. You hadn’t ordered anything so you had no idea what it could be. Picking it up, you unlocked your door and carried it inside. Once you slipped your shoes off and slipped on your house slippers, you hung your purse up and hit ‘play’ on your answering machine. The first one that played was Dean’s voice. “Hey, sweetheart. I ordered us something for our next hangout and it said it was delivered today.” You smiled as you now were really eager to open this package. “Just let me know when works for you. I was thinking Chinese? It’s my turn to buy.” The two of you had a few movie nights since Pride and Prejudice. It worked out that when you picked the movie, he bought dinner, and when he did…you bought dinner. It was actually a nice system. His first movie pick had been The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, which had floored you. You had expected something with guns. Your next movie had in fact been Emma. Listening to his commentary had been hysterical. His next movie had been the Desolation of Smaug. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you pick next. Talk to you soon.” Hearing him hang up, you ripped open the package. Inside was a throw for each of you (yours screamed 1970s and you loved it, and his was Star Wars), a tray that looked like it could hold a variety of snacks with a dip bowl in the middle, and then a cup for each of you.
You picked up the phone and called him back right away. “Hi.” You were grinning when he answered. “I got the package. Thank you. That was really thoughtful. I’ll make sure to get everything washed up for our next movie night.”
“I’m glad you liked them. When are you free? I’m off Wednesday and Thursday this week, but I only work until 3 on Tuesday and Friday.” Those days he went in a bit earlier, though so it wasn’t like he lost hours.
You glanced at the calendar you had on the wall. “I work Wednesday and Thursday, and I’m off Monday and Friday.” You explained. “I normally get home about 4.” You really hoped that it did, wanting to spend time with him. You felt vastly different about him now then you did that first day at the diner.
Dean thought for a moment. “It’s my turn to bring dinner.” He noted. “You can get the drinks.” This felt fair to him, and he knew that you’d insist either way. “Was my suggestion for Chinese okay? You can give me your order and I’ll make sure they get it right. I have a go-to place already and everything.”
“Sure, that sounds good.” You grinned. “How about I also make us a dessert? Can’t have a full night without dessert, right?” You chuckled.
“Oh, what did you have in mind?” He was clearly excited.
“Why ruin the surprise?” You teased, feeling braver than usual. “I’ll have a few movie options for us to pick from.” While it was your turn to ‘pick’, you were super curious to see which would catch his attention. He had been taking you by surprise the past few weeks. There was clearly more to him than a handsome goofy guy. And you wanted to surprise him by having options that weren’t period romances.
He let out a noise. “I can’t wait. I’m sure whatever you make will be great.” He felt Friday couldn’t get there soon enough. “I’ll see you then, sweetheart. I’ll let you go get some writing in. I know you like to write before making yourself dinner.”
You blushed at how well he knew you already. “I’ll see you then.” You smiled.
After the two of you hung up, you let out a breath. As your hand rested on the receiver, you saw your bare nails. “I wonder…” Painting your nails wasn’t something you usually cared about, but part of you wanted to see how much he paid attention to you. Knowing his favorite color was green you decided to go to the nail salon the following day after work for a manicure.
Dean was all but buzzing Friday night when he showed up at your door. He had dinner in hand and his face lit up when you answered the door. “Hey.” He breathed.
“Hi, come on in.” You stepped aside to let him in. “I have our drinks in our new cups and our blankets on the couch.” You remembered him mentioning whiskey, so you made him a Coke and whiskey.
“Oh, I smell that cherry pie.” He groaned as he made his way into your apartment.
That made you chuckle. “I was hoping you liked cherry.” While you knew he loved pie, he had mentioned various flavors in passing. “I even made whipped cream for on top.” It had popped up while you were looking for pie recipes and seemed simple enough. It had been beyond easy!
He set things down on the table before slipping off his jacket. “So, what movie options do we have tonight?”
“I decided to pick things that aren’t period romances.” You explained, lifting up the three movies you narrowed it down to. “I picked the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet, Crimson Peak, and then Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.” You held them out to him so that he could look over the cases. “I’ll get dinner set up while you decide.”
Dean smirked and held up Crimson Peak. “Are you secretly into horror?” He teased.
“That’s actually gothic romance.” You countered. “I also have the book, which has notes and highlights.” You admitted before you could think about it.
“I am not surprised.” His tone wasn’t teasing as he went back to looking over the movies.There was a fondness in his voice that took you by surprise. “Okay, I’m going to go with Crimson Peak this time. Since you clearly love it enough to read the book and annotate it.”
“You know what annotating is?” You asked, a tad surprised.
He nodded, setting the other two movies down. “First of all…I have a nerdy brother.” He said playfully. “Secondly, I do read. Just not all that much.” It wasn’t like he was dumb or anything, he just preferred to do other things. “Lastly, it was a trend on social media last year. Was hard not to stumble across it now and then.”
Once the movie was in, the two of you got comfortable with your food. “I hope you like it.” You said that with every one of your picks so far, and so far he had liked them.
“I’m sure I will, sweetheart.” He beamed before taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, nice. Perfect amount of whiskey.” Licking his lips, he instantly went in for another taste.
You couldn’t help but smile as you took the first bite of your food and the movie began.
Reaching for your drink, you were surprised when he reached for your hand. Slowly you looked over at him and saw him looking at your nails with a grin. “Do you like them?”
“I’ve never seen you with your nails painted.” He noted, his thumb rubbing over one of them. “Can I ask what made you decide to?”
Pairings: Eventual Dean/Reader, Sam/Jess
Word count: 1,236
Summary: Dean shows you how much he looks forward to movie nights by ordering stuff for those nights.
Part five of Opposites
Coming home from work a few weeks later, you were surprised to see a package on your doorstep. You hadn’t ordered anything so you had no idea what it could be. Picking it up, you unlocked your door and carried it inside. Once you slipped your shoes off and slipped on your house slippers, you hung your purse up and hit ‘play’ on your answering machine. The first one that played was Dean’s voice. “Hey, sweetheart. I ordered us something for our next hangout and it said it was delivered today.” You smiled as you now were really eager to open this package. “Just let me know when works for you. I was thinking Chinese? It’s my turn to buy.” The two of you had a few movie nights since Pride and Prejudice. It worked out that when you picked the movie, he bought dinner, and when he did…you bought dinner. It was actually a nice system. His first movie pick had been The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey, which had floored you. You had expected something with guns. Your next movie had in fact been Emma. Listening to his commentary had been hysterical. His next movie had been the Desolation of Smaug. “I’m looking forward to seeing what you pick next. Talk to you soon.” Hearing him hang up, you ripped open the package. Inside was a throw for each of you (yours screamed 1970s and you loved it, and his was Star Wars), a tray that looked like it could hold a variety of snacks with a dip bowl in the middle, and then a cup for each of you.
You picked up the phone and called him back right away. “Hi.” You were grinning when he answered. “I got the package. Thank you. That was really thoughtful. I’ll make sure to get everything washed up for our next movie night.”
“I’m glad you liked them. When are you free? I’m off Wednesday and Thursday this week, but I only work until 3 on Tuesday and Friday.” Those days he went in a bit earlier, though so it wasn’t like he lost hours.
You glanced at the calendar you had on the wall. “I work Wednesday and Thursday, and I’m off Monday and Friday.” You explained. “I normally get home about 4.” You really hoped that it did, wanting to spend time with him. You felt vastly different about him now then you did that first day at the diner.
Dean thought for a moment. “It’s my turn to bring dinner.” He noted. “You can get the drinks.” This felt fair to him, and he knew that you’d insist either way. “Was my suggestion for Chinese okay? You can give me your order and I’ll make sure they get it right. I have a go-to place already and everything.”
“Sure, that sounds good.” You grinned. “How about I also make us a dessert? Can’t have a full night without dessert, right?” You chuckled.
“Oh, what did you have in mind?” He was clearly excited.
“Why ruin the surprise?” You teased, feeling braver than usual. “I’ll have a few movie options for us to pick from.” While it was your turn to ‘pick’, you were super curious to see which would catch his attention. He had been taking you by surprise the past few weeks. There was clearly more to him than a handsome goofy guy. And you wanted to surprise him by having options that weren’t period romances.
He let out a noise. “I can’t wait. I’m sure whatever you make will be great.” He felt Friday couldn’t get there soon enough. “I’ll see you then, sweetheart. I’ll let you go get some writing in. I know you like to write before making yourself dinner.”
You blushed at how well he knew you already. “I’ll see you then.” You smiled.
After the two of you hung up, you let out a breath. As your hand rested on the receiver, you saw your bare nails. “I wonder…” Painting your nails wasn’t something you usually cared about, but part of you wanted to see how much he paid attention to you. Knowing his favorite color was green you decided to go to the nail salon the following day after work for a manicure.
Dean was all but buzzing Friday night when he showed up at your door. He had dinner in hand and his face lit up when you answered the door. “Hey.” He breathed.
“Hi, come on in.” You stepped aside to let him in. “I have our drinks in our new cups and our blankets on the couch.” You remembered him mentioning whiskey, so you made him a Coke and whiskey.
“Oh, I smell that cherry pie.” He groaned as he made his way into your apartment.
That made you chuckle. “I was hoping you liked cherry.” While you knew he loved pie, he had mentioned various flavors in passing. “I even made whipped cream for on top.” It had popped up while you were looking for pie recipes and seemed simple enough. It had been beyond easy!
He set things down on the table before slipping off his jacket. “So, what movie options do we have tonight?”
“I decided to pick things that aren’t period romances.” You explained, lifting up the three movies you narrowed it down to. “I picked the 1996 version of Romeo and Juliet, Crimson Peak, and then Seven Brides for Seven Brothers.” You held them out to him so that he could look over the cases. “I’ll get dinner set up while you decide.”
Dean smirked and held up Crimson Peak. “Are you secretly into horror?” He teased.
“That’s actually gothic romance.” You countered. “I also have the book, which has notes and highlights.” You admitted before you could think about it.
“I am not surprised.” His tone wasn’t teasing as he went back to looking over the movies.There was a fondness in his voice that took you by surprise. “Okay, I’m going to go with Crimson Peak this time. Since you clearly love it enough to read the book and annotate it.”
“You know what annotating is?” You asked, a tad surprised.
He nodded, setting the other two movies down. “First of all…I have a nerdy brother.” He said playfully. “Secondly, I do read. Just not all that much.” It wasn’t like he was dumb or anything, he just preferred to do other things. “Lastly, it was a trend on social media last year. Was hard not to stumble across it now and then.”
Once the movie was in, the two of you got comfortable with your food. “I hope you like it.” You said that with every one of your picks so far, and so far he had liked them.
“I’m sure I will, sweetheart.” He beamed before taking a sip of his drink. “Oh, nice. Perfect amount of whiskey.” Licking his lips, he instantly went in for another taste.
You couldn’t help but smile as you took the first bite of your food and the movie began.
Reaching for your drink, you were surprised when he reached for your hand. Slowly you looked over at him and saw him looking at your nails with a grin. “Do you like them?”
“I’ve never seen you with your nails painted.” He noted, his thumb rubbing over one of them. “Can I ask what made you decide to?”
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 2,254
Summary: Finally, it's your wedding day.
Final Part of Broken
Read on AO3
Wedding planning, while simple, was slightly stressful. Although the two of you were eager to get married, you both knew it wouldn’t happen right away. Two days after getting engaged you both went to the bank to open a joint account. It would be for the wedding and honeymoon, and then other expenses in the future. At that moment the goal was two years.
Tony, however, was not having it. “Nope. Two years?” He stared one night over dinner. You had him, Clint, Nat, Yelena, and Kate over.
“This way we can save up more than enough.” You shrugged before sipping your wine. “Sure, we could probably save up faster, but what happens if there’s an emergency and we haven’t saved enough for that? And then we have to dip into our wedding fund?” It had been a hard choice. Save as fast as you could by working more and burn out, or take longer and keep your current work schedules? “Besides, why are you so invested in when we get married?” You chuckled, amused at how bummed Tony seemed that it wouldn’t be happening any time soon.
“I am a romantic.” He told you.
“You just want an excuse to party.” Sam grinned, teasing him.
Nat snorted. “Like he’s ever needed an excuse.” While she was clearly teasing him, her tone was loving. “He will party just because it’s a Tuesday.”
Tony faked being offended, then laughed while nodding. “You’re not wrong.” He shrugged. “Let me help. I-”
“No.” You and Bucky said at the same time, making everyone laugh.
“Stark, come on. Let us plan and save for this. It’ll mean that much more to us.” Bucky pointed out. “This is our wedding, and we want to put our all into it. You’re already doing a lot by letting us use your house and yard so we don’t have to pay thousands for some venue in the city.” He doubted Tony could wrap his head around how stressful paying for that alone would have been. “This is a free gift that would be amazing.”
Tony looked to you and you gave him a soft smile and a nod. That made him cave. “Alright.” He agreed. “I know you two will plan something amazing.”
You were surprised when six months later you got home to see Peggy outside your door. “Oh, hi.” You greeted her awkwardly. You’d “met” her via facetime months ago. “Did Bucky forget to tell me you’re staying here again?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I’m staying at a lovely hotel.” She assured you as you unlocked the door. “I’m actually here to see you.”
“Me?” You barely knew her. While the two of you followed each other on social media, you weren’t that active.
“I know that the whole me being here without you getting warning is in the past, but I actually have a very early wedding present for you.” She grinned excitedly.
You hung up your purse and glanced at her. “The wedding isn’t for another year and a half. That’s beyond early.” And weren’t presents for both the bride and groom?
“Well, you’ll need it for the wedding, actually.” At the look of utter confusion on your face, she finally explained. “I’m paying for your wedding dress. An olive branch, if you will. My designer, the one who makes any dress I need, is waiting for us. The girls are meeting us there, as well.” Peggy sounded very excited for this.
“That sounds expensive as hell.” You stared at her. “I planned to just go to David’s Bridal during their sale in a couple months.” You’d been saving. “What you’re offering is more money than I probably make in a month.”
“How about this: you allow me to buy you your dress and when I come to town we do lunch. Your treat. Doesn’t have to be fancy, either.” She could tell you would feel guilt accepting it any other way. “I’d like to be friends.”
Chewing on your lip, you thought it over. “Okay, but can I also chip in what I have saved? I have a couple hundred put aside so far.”
“Deal.” Peggy grinned.
Bucky was hanging out with Steve and Sam at Sam’s apartment while you, Peggy, Nat, Yelena, and Kate were at the dress shop. Hearing his phone, he pulled it out to see a text from Nat. Y/N just designed the most gorgeous dress. She had different parts of different dresses she liked and they’re going to combine them for her. He read, smiling. And we have our dresses :) Get your butts in gears and get your suits, boys lol
“Your woman texting you?” Sam teased.
“Nat. Telling me Y/N designed a gorgeous dress and that we need to order our suits.” He chuckled. “She’s not wrong. I know it’s a ways off but I don’t want to wait until the last minute.” He glanced at them. “Should I see if Stark and my dad are free soon? Since we never know when you’re going to be in town?” His question was more aimed at Steve than Sam.
“Sure. If we can only get an appointment when I’m not in town then I can always come up for a day and head back later on.” Steve shrugged. “Getting our suits is important.” Watching his best friend get married would be amazing. Bucky, and you, deserved all the happiness. After Bucky texted them, he spoke up again. “So, how soon should we expect baby Barnes?” He grinned, knowing that Bucky really wanted kids.
Bucky hadn’t been expecting that. “I don’t think any time soon. We both want to be married before we have kids.” That was something that was really important to you, and he completely understood. “So not for a couple years at least.”
Sam smiled over at him. “Bet you’re excited for that, huh? You’re a sucker for kids.” To be fair, they all were.
“Damn right I am. She’s going to be a great mom.” A couple weeks prior the two of you were taking a walk and a little boy was skipping ahead of his mom a bit and tripped. You’d instantly rushed to help him and make sure he was okay. You were worried because you didn’t have the best experience with mothers, but he assured you that you’d do everything to be what you had needed for your own kids. That seemed to help a bit.
“What the hell?” You yawned, hearing movement in the living room. You’d only been home about an hour since your bachelorette party ended, and as far as you knew Bucky didn’t plan to come home from his bachelor party that night. You were still feeling the effects of the alcohol and didn’t think to just call the cops to be safe. Making your way towards the sounds, you paused at the end of the hall. There, in the living room, was your very drunk fiance. “Babe?” You blinked. Were you so drunk that you were seeing things? Or were you dreaming?
He turned to you, a lovey look on his face. “There’s my soon to be wife!” He all but cheered. “God, I missed you.” Bucky finished taking his boot off before making his way towards you. As soon as you were within arms reach, he pulled you close. “Just two months and I get to call you my wife.”
You grinned at that, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Damn right you do, mister.” Your parties were so far out because of your friends’ work schedules. Steve had limited time in the week surrounding your wedding, Yelena was booked the week before that, and Nat was booked the entire month before it. Not wanting anyone to miss out, the two of you agreed to have it early.
His hands moved down over your hips, to your thighs, to lift you. “How about we end our night on a really good note?”
“I think I can agree to that.” While you still had your moments, times where the void engulfed you, things were better. And when you were in his arms? You felt safe and untouchable.
“Breathe, Y/N.” Nat rubbed your back. It was the morning of your wedding and you were currently throwing up the contents of your stomach. “Nerves?” She asked gently. Were you getting cold feet.
You shook your head, eyes closed. “No. I’m not nervous at all. I’m excited.” You managed before throwing up again. It was currently 10am and your ceremony was at sunset. You were hoping that this let up by then.
“What if she’s pregnant?” Came Yelena’s voice from the doorway where she was leaning. Both you and Nat turned your heads to look at her. “What? It would make sense.” She shrugged. “I can run out and get a pregnancy test. We have time.” Most of today would be spent in your room relaxing and doing an at home spa day before getting ready.
Nat glanced back at you. “Couldn’t hurt, right?”
“Yeah, go.” You groaned. “And can you grab some tortilla chips? Not the flavored ones, though.” You figured saltines worked for an unset stomach, why wouldn’t tortilla chips?
“You got it.” She agreed before going to get dressed to head out.
“Hey, where are you going?” Steve asked when he saw Yelena downstairs, headed towards the door.
“Just making a quick run to the store.” She shrugged. “Need anything?”
“Sure, but I’ll just come. This way if Tony texts he wants something I’m not playing messenger.” He chuckled. “Let me go grab my wallet and phone.” Both were in the room Bucky was hanging out in.
Yelena watched him go before pulling out her phone to text Nat. Steve is coming with me. I’ll make sure he doesn’t say anything to Bucky. She sent. There was no way Steve wouldn’t see the pregnancy test, and he would know it obviously wasn’t for her!
I’m sure he’ll keep it to himself :) In high school he didn’t tell Bucky he caught me sneaking out. Soooo
That made Yelena chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Steve asked as he made his way back in.
“Nat.” It was really all she needed to say. “Ready?”
Thankfully Steve promised not to say anything to Bucky about the pregnancy test. He did ask if it was for you or Nat, though. When she told him it was for you he grinned. “I’m back! I have a stick for the bride to piss on, tortilla chips, ginger ale, and mints.” She held up one bag. “And then I got snacks for me, Kate, and Nat.”
“Thank you.” You took the bag and pulled out the chips and drink. “I don’t have to pee right now, so give me a few.” With that, you opened the chips to start eating them. “Ah, so good.” You mused before licking your lips.
After you’d eaten nearly the whole bag (which they understood, your stomach was beyond empty), and downed the 20oz soda, you finally made your way into the bathroom. “Good luck!” Kate called out as you shut the door behind you.
It felt like ages for them before you came out of the bathroom. “I need to talk to Bucky.” Your eyes were watery. The plan had been for you two not to see each other until that night, but things changed. “Can you go get him?” You asked Nat.
She nodded, giving you a small smile. “Of course.” Getting up, she made her way towards the door to go get her brother.
Bucky was confused when Nat knocked on his door. “What’s up?”
“Your bride to be needs to see you.” She motioned with her head down the hall.
He glanced down there to see you right outside your door. “Everything okay?” He asked as he looked back to Nat. “She’s not getting cold feet, is she?!”
She punched his arm. “No, now go.”
“Jesus, Nat.” He rubbed his arm, mumbling about mean sisters as he made his way towards you. “Baby?” His heart sank as he saw that you were crying. “What’s wrong? What happened? Do I need to threaten someone?”
That made you chuckle lightly. “No, nothing like that.” You sniffed, letting Nat slip past you back into your room. Once the door shut, you took his hand and led him to the end of the hall to sit on the window seat. “I’m pregnant.” You told him. “I spent all morning throwing up and Yelena suggested it. She ran out to get a pregnancy test. I’m sorry. I know we talked about waiting until we were married.”
Bucky couldn’t fight the grin that made its way on his face if he wanted to. “You’re pregnant? I’m gonna be a dad?!” He couldn’t believe it. “And don’t be sorry! We’re still having them after we get married, doll.” He pulled you into him. “You’ll be a Barnes when you have them. That’s what counts, okay?”
You thought about that and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true.” You agreed. “Just means I won’t be drinking at the reception or on our honeymoon.” Which kind of sucked, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Shifting, you looked up at him. “I love you.”
He kissed your forehead gently. “I love you, too.” This changed things, but it wasn’t a bad thing. “Did you want to go back to the girls or sit here with me for a few more minutes?”
Pairing: Future Daryl x Winchester!Reader
Word count: 1,048
Summary: You and Daryl meet for the first time.
Part 1 of Two Hours West
Looking out the window, the loose hairs that had escaped your ponytail whipped around your face. The cool Georgia evening was pleasant, and you were looking forward to some excellent picture opportunities. You had some from all over the country, from all times of the year. You started it back when you turned 16, and Sam had bought you a digital camera. Nothing over the top, nothing flashy, but it was perfect for you. Three years later, and you were still using it.
You spotted a motorcycle off the road a bit, standing on a dirt road that went back into some tall grass. “Dean? Can you stop? I want to get a picture of the bike. I think in black and white it would look really neat.” You had the idea in your mind, and there was an itch in your fingers to get it. Even if that meant lying on the ground, getting dirty. It was worth it.
Dean pulled over the car, rolling his eyes at you playfully. He knew when you set your heart on a particular shot, there would be no living with you if you missed it. You darted outta the car, barely stopping to grab your camera as you did.
As you approached the bike, you took your time, surveying the area and watching for the best possible angle to take the perfect picture. Getting down on the hard ground; you laid on your stomach, fiddling with your camera settings. You bit your lip, debating whether to stick to a natural shot or a classic black and white scene. Dean beeped the horn, prompting you to hurry up. You decided to just take both pictures. First you took the nice, natural picture; looking down at your camera quickly you smiled. You were drawn into the beauty of the colours and the contrast, against such a delicate background, you could almost feel the power coming from the bike.
You were so focused on the bike that you hadn’t heard anything except Dean’s impatient honking. “Can I help ya?” Came a somewhat amused voice. Looking up, you smiled shyly and got up.
“Sorry…” You chuckled lightly, brushing off your chest. “I, uh, like taking pictures.” Holding up your camera for a second, you blushed.
He chuckled lightly. “Get what ya wanted?”
You nodded, smiling. “I think so.” Hearing another honk, you looked over your shoulder. What you could see of Dean, he wasn’t liking you talking to some guy. Sighing, you looked back at him. “I should go.” You motioned to the car. “Nice bike.” You gave him a small wave and turned to head back to the Impala.
“Thanks.” He called over to you. “See you around some time.”
You looked at him as you got into the Impala. “Only if you’re lucky.” You threw him a wink as you closed the door. He laughed at you, blushing slightly. Dean quickly took off, muttering under his breath. Your eyes stayed on the beautiful bike and it’s handsome owner, long after the became blips in the distance.
“Soooo…did you get your picture?” Sam asked, trying to break the awkward tension in the car.
“Yeah, I did, Sammy.” You looked down at your camera once more, grateful for having a gorgeous picture to go with a fun memory.
Dean glanced in the rearview mirror and sighed. “Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to talk to strangers?”
You cracked up and looked at him. “Aren’t you supposed to limit your one night stands to limit your chance of STDs?” You shot back, an amused look on your face at the glare he shot you. “Or since you’re not ‘talking’ to strangers…does the whole thing kinda go out the window?”
“You’re hilarious Y/N/N, you know that?” Dean smirked at me sarcastically. “We got the next big comedy star back there, Sammy.”
“Jeez, you two, calm down. Just cause Y/N here has a little crush on a biker dude.” Sam laughed.
“Shut up, Sammy, I do not have a crush. I just met the guy.” You smacked the back of Sam’s head. “Besides, I will never see him again, and even if I did I have you two big oafs to protect me.”
“You’re right there, Y/N/N, you think Dean is bad? Any man that tries to court my sister shall have to get past the gigantor.” Sam roared playfully, making a show of himself as you and Dean laughed.
“Court me?” You snorted through your laughter. “What is this the middle ages? Make sure you get at least 2 cows and a chicken for my hand. I will accept nothing less.”
Sam lost it. “Where would we keep two cows?” He glanced at you. “Now…two cows worth of meat might be more up our alley.”
Dean grinned, playing along. “That’s a lot of burgers, Sammy.” He added in.
You gasped, feigning shock. “You would choose burgers over me? I feel the love.”
“Well, we would get less sass form burgers than we would you Y/N/N.” Sam laughed. “Ya have to admit it.”
They both looked at you, waiting for you response, mirth in their eyes. “Fine, I admit it.” You held your hands up. “I may be sassy, but Dean, you are a manwhore, whilst you Sam, are a bookworm.”
“Hey!” They both exclaimed. They looked at each and then back to you. The three of you burst out laughing.
Up ahead you saw a sign for a burger bar only a few miles away, just at that moment your stomach grumbled. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.
“Come on, boys, seeing as you would rather choose burgers over your poor, unfortunate sister. You have no choice but to buy me food as compensation for breaking my heart.” You said playfully.
Dean looked back at you. “Is this your way of telling us that you are hungry, and want me to drive to that burger bar?”
You avoided his gaze. “Maybe.” You drew it out, knowing that you would soon be getting your food.
“Whatever you want, princess.” Dean sped up slightly, just as eager to get some food as you were.
Sam smirked. “Sucker.” He laughed.
“Oh, like you wouldn’t do the same.” Dean pointed out.
Pairing: Future Daryl x Winchester!Reader
Word count: 1,048
Summary: You and Daryl meet for the first time.
Part 1 of Two Hours West
Looking out the window, the loose hairs that had escaped your ponytail whipped around your face. The cool Georgia evening was pleasant, and you were looking forward to some excellent picture opportunities. You had some from all over the country, from all times of the year. You started it back when you turned 16, and Sam had bought you a digital camera. Nothing over the top, nothing flashy, but it was perfect for you. Three years later, and you were still using it.
You spotted a motorcycle off the road a bit, standing on a dirt road that went back into some tall grass. “Dean? Can you stop? I want to get a picture of the bike. I think in black and white it would look really neat.” You had the idea in your mind, and there was an itch in your fingers to get it. Even if that meant lying on the ground, getting dirty. It was worth it.
Dean pulled over the car, rolling his eyes at you playfully. He knew when you set your heart on a particular shot, there would be no living with you if you missed it. You darted outta the car, barely stopping to grab your camera as you did.
As you approached the bike, you took your time, surveying the area and watching for the best possible angle to take the perfect picture. Getting down on the hard ground; you laid on your stomach, fiddling with your camera settings. You bit your lip, debating whether to stick to a natural shot or a classic black and white scene. Dean beeped the horn, prompting you to hurry up. You decided to just take both pictures. First you took the nice, natural picture; looking down at your camera quickly you smiled. You were drawn into the beauty of the colours and the contrast, against such a delicate background, you could almost feel the power coming from the bike.
You were so focused on the bike that you hadn’t heard anything except Dean’s impatient honking. “Can I help ya?” Came a somewhat amused voice. Looking up, you smiled shyly and got up.
“Sorry…” You chuckled lightly, brushing off your chest. “I, uh, like taking pictures.” Holding up your camera for a second, you blushed.
He chuckled lightly. “Get what ya wanted?”
You nodded, smiling. “I think so.” Hearing another honk, you looked over your shoulder. What you could see of Dean, he wasn’t liking you talking to some guy. Sighing, you looked back at him. “I should go.” You motioned to the car. “Nice bike.” You gave him a small wave and turned to head back to the Impala.
“Thanks.” He called over to you. “See you around some time.”
You looked at him as you got into the Impala. “Only if you’re lucky.” You threw him a wink as you closed the door. He laughed at you, blushing slightly. Dean quickly took off, muttering under his breath. Your eyes stayed on the beautiful bike and it’s handsome owner, long after the became blips in the distance.
“Soooo…did you get your picture?” Sam asked, trying to break the awkward tension in the car.
“Yeah, I did, Sammy.” You looked down at your camera once more, grateful for having a gorgeous picture to go with a fun memory.
Dean glanced in the rearview mirror and sighed. “Don’t you know you aren’t supposed to talk to strangers?”
You cracked up and looked at him. “Aren’t you supposed to limit your one night stands to limit your chance of STDs?” You shot back, an amused look on your face at the glare he shot you. “Or since you’re not ‘talking’ to strangers…does the whole thing kinda go out the window?”
“You’re hilarious Y/N/N, you know that?” Dean smirked at me sarcastically. “We got the next big comedy star back there, Sammy.”
“Jeez, you two, calm down. Just cause Y/N here has a little crush on a biker dude.” Sam laughed.
“Shut up, Sammy, I do not have a crush. I just met the guy.” You smacked the back of Sam’s head. “Besides, I will never see him again, and even if I did I have you two big oafs to protect me.”
“You’re right there, Y/N/N, you think Dean is bad? Any man that tries to court my sister shall have to get past the gigantor.” Sam roared playfully, making a show of himself as you and Dean laughed.
“Court me?” You snorted through your laughter. “What is this the middle ages? Make sure you get at least 2 cows and a chicken for my hand. I will accept nothing less.”
Sam lost it. “Where would we keep two cows?” He glanced at you. “Now…two cows worth of meat might be more up our alley.”
Dean grinned, playing along. “That’s a lot of burgers, Sammy.” He added in.
You gasped, feigning shock. “You would choose burgers over me? I feel the love.”
“Well, we would get less sass form burgers than we would you Y/N/N.” Sam laughed. “Ya have to admit it.”
They both looked at you, waiting for you response, mirth in their eyes. “Fine, I admit it.” You held your hands up. “I may be sassy, but Dean, you are a manwhore, whilst you Sam, are a bookworm.”
“Hey!” They both exclaimed. They looked at each and then back to you. The three of you burst out laughing.
Up ahead you saw a sign for a burger bar only a few miles away, just at that moment your stomach grumbled. You hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.
“Come on, boys, seeing as you would rather choose burgers over your poor, unfortunate sister. You have no choice but to buy me food as compensation for breaking my heart.” You said playfully.
Dean looked back at you. “Is this your way of telling us that you are hungry, and want me to drive to that burger bar?”
You avoided his gaze. “Maybe.” You drew it out, knowing that you would soon be getting your food.
“Whatever you want, princess.” Dean sped up slightly, just as eager to get some food as you were.
Sam smirked. “Sucker.” He laughed.
“Oh, like you wouldn’t do the same.” Dean pointed out.
Pairings: Daryl x Reader
Word count: 49,555 and counting
Summary: You meet Daryl one night and hit it off. Next thing you know you see two little pink lines...and have no idea how to find him. You and the boys leave hunting behind to settle down in a little town. Little do you know- Daryl lives there, too.
And he gets a crash course in hunting when your daughter turns 2.
A/N: The first 42ish chapters were coauthored with @megansescape.
Posts on Fridays
Digital Photography
Dean’s Heaven
Georgia Biker
Some One Night Stand
Leave it For Dean
Only For You
Winchester Day Trip
We'll Be Waiting
Wait
One Week
No Doubts
She's a Winchester
Family
The Birthday Girl
A Baby Brother
The Murder of Sam Winchester
Never Mentioned
Hide
Not Here
Gabriel and Lucifer
Sending an Angel for Whiskey
Cas's Veiled Threats
He Doesn't Care
Dean's Rage
Sammy, Drama?
Ten Years
Daryl's Deal
Worries
6 Months
Big Brother
Rick's Spare Room
Call Dad
Man to Man
Lunch Date
Chey's Day
One Day
We Have Each Other
Forever
The Truth
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word count: 2,254
Summary: Finally, it's your wedding day.
Final Part of Broken
Read on AO3
Wedding planning, while simple, was slightly stressful. Although the two of you were eager to get married, you both knew it wouldn’t happen right away. Two days after getting engaged you both went to the bank to open a joint account. It would be for the wedding and honeymoon, and then other expenses in the future. At that moment the goal was two years.
Tony, however, was not having it. “Nope. Two years?” He stared one night over dinner. You had him, Clint, Nat, Yelena, and Kate over.
“This way we can save up more than enough.” You shrugged before sipping your wine. “Sure, we could probably save up faster, but what happens if there’s an emergency and we haven’t saved enough for that? And then we have to dip into our wedding fund?” It had been a hard choice. Save as fast as you could by working more and burn out, or take longer and keep your current work schedules? “Besides, why are you so invested in when we get married?” You chuckled, amused at how bummed Tony seemed that it wouldn’t be happening any time soon.
“I am a romantic.” He told you.
“You just want an excuse to party.” Sam grinned, teasing him.
Nat snorted. “Like he’s ever needed an excuse.” While she was clearly teasing him, her tone was loving. “He will party just because it’s a Tuesday.”
Tony faked being offended, then laughed while nodding. “You’re not wrong.” He shrugged. “Let me help. I-”
“No.” You and Bucky said at the same time, making everyone laugh.
“Stark, come on. Let us plan and save for this. It’ll mean that much more to us.” Bucky pointed out. “This is our wedding, and we want to put our all into it. You’re already doing a lot by letting us use your house and yard so we don’t have to pay thousands for some venue in the city.” He doubted Tony could wrap his head around how stressful paying for that alone would have been. “This is a free gift that would be amazing.”
Tony looked to you and you gave him a soft smile and a nod. That made him cave. “Alright.” He agreed. “I know you two will plan something amazing.”
You were surprised when six months later you got home to see Peggy outside your door. “Oh, hi.” You greeted her awkwardly. You’d “met” her via facetime months ago. “Did Bucky forget to tell me you’re staying here again?”
She chuckled and shook her head. “No, I’m staying at a lovely hotel.” She assured you as you unlocked the door. “I’m actually here to see you.”
“Me?” You barely knew her. While the two of you followed each other on social media, you weren’t that active.
“I know that the whole me being here without you getting warning is in the past, but I actually have a very early wedding present for you.” She grinned excitedly.
You hung up your purse and glanced at her. “The wedding isn’t for another year and a half. That’s beyond early.” And weren’t presents for both the bride and groom?
“Well, you’ll need it for the wedding, actually.” At the look of utter confusion on your face, she finally explained. “I’m paying for your wedding dress. An olive branch, if you will. My designer, the one who makes any dress I need, is waiting for us. The girls are meeting us there, as well.” Peggy sounded very excited for this.
“That sounds expensive as hell.” You stared at her. “I planned to just go to David’s Bridal during their sale in a couple months.” You’d been saving. “What you’re offering is more money than I probably make in a month.”
“How about this: you allow me to buy you your dress and when I come to town we do lunch. Your treat. Doesn’t have to be fancy, either.” She could tell you would feel guilt accepting it any other way. “I’d like to be friends.”
Chewing on your lip, you thought it over. “Okay, but can I also chip in what I have saved? I have a couple hundred put aside so far.”
“Deal.” Peggy grinned.
Bucky was hanging out with Steve and Sam at Sam’s apartment while you, Peggy, Nat, Yelena, and Kate were at the dress shop. Hearing his phone, he pulled it out to see a text from Nat. Y/N just designed the most gorgeous dress. She had different parts of different dresses she liked and they’re going to combine them for her. He read, smiling. And we have our dresses :) Get your butts in gears and get your suits, boys lol
“Your woman texting you?” Sam teased.
“Nat. Telling me Y/N designed a gorgeous dress and that we need to order our suits.” He chuckled. “She’s not wrong. I know it’s a ways off but I don’t want to wait until the last minute.” He glanced at them. “Should I see if Stark and my dad are free soon? Since we never know when you’re going to be in town?” His question was more aimed at Steve than Sam.
“Sure. If we can only get an appointment when I’m not in town then I can always come up for a day and head back later on.” Steve shrugged. “Getting our suits is important.” Watching his best friend get married would be amazing. Bucky, and you, deserved all the happiness. After Bucky texted them, he spoke up again. “So, how soon should we expect baby Barnes?” He grinned, knowing that Bucky really wanted kids.
Bucky hadn’t been expecting that. “I don’t think any time soon. We both want to be married before we have kids.” That was something that was really important to you, and he completely understood. “So not for a couple years at least.”
Sam smiled over at him. “Bet you’re excited for that, huh? You’re a sucker for kids.” To be fair, they all were.
“Damn right I am. She’s going to be a great mom.” A couple weeks prior the two of you were taking a walk and a little boy was skipping ahead of his mom a bit and tripped. You’d instantly rushed to help him and make sure he was okay. You were worried because you didn’t have the best experience with mothers, but he assured you that you’d do everything to be what you had needed for your own kids. That seemed to help a bit.
“What the hell?” You yawned, hearing movement in the living room. You’d only been home about an hour since your bachelorette party ended, and as far as you knew Bucky didn’t plan to come home from his bachelor party that night. You were still feeling the effects of the alcohol and didn’t think to just call the cops to be safe. Making your way towards the sounds, you paused at the end of the hall. There, in the living room, was your very drunk fiance. “Babe?” You blinked. Were you so drunk that you were seeing things? Or were you dreaming?
He turned to you, a lovey look on his face. “There’s my soon to be wife!” He all but cheered. “God, I missed you.” Bucky finished taking his boot off before making his way towards you. As soon as you were within arms reach, he pulled you close. “Just two months and I get to call you my wife.”
You grinned at that, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Damn right you do, mister.” Your parties were so far out because of your friends’ work schedules. Steve had limited time in the week surrounding your wedding, Yelena was booked the week before that, and Nat was booked the entire month before it. Not wanting anyone to miss out, the two of you agreed to have it early.
His hands moved down over your hips, to your thighs, to lift you. “How about we end our night on a really good note?”
“I think I can agree to that.” While you still had your moments, times where the void engulfed you, things were better. And when you were in his arms? You felt safe and untouchable.
“Breathe, Y/N.” Nat rubbed your back. It was the morning of your wedding and you were currently throwing up the contents of your stomach. “Nerves?” She asked gently. Were you getting cold feet.
You shook your head, eyes closed. “No. I’m not nervous at all. I’m excited.” You managed before throwing up again. It was currently 10am and your ceremony was at sunset. You were hoping that this let up by then.
“What if she’s pregnant?” Came Yelena’s voice from the doorway where she was leaning. Both you and Nat turned your heads to look at her. “What? It would make sense.” She shrugged. “I can run out and get a pregnancy test. We have time.” Most of today would be spent in your room relaxing and doing an at home spa day before getting ready.
Nat glanced back at you. “Couldn’t hurt, right?”
“Yeah, go.” You groaned. “And can you grab some tortilla chips? Not the flavored ones, though.” You figured saltines worked for an unset stomach, why wouldn’t tortilla chips?
“You got it.” She agreed before going to get dressed to head out.
“Hey, where are you going?” Steve asked when he saw Yelena downstairs, headed towards the door.
“Just making a quick run to the store.” She shrugged. “Need anything?”
“Sure, but I’ll just come. This way if Tony texts he wants something I’m not playing messenger.” He chuckled. “Let me go grab my wallet and phone.” Both were in the room Bucky was hanging out in.
Yelena watched him go before pulling out her phone to text Nat. Steve is coming with me. I’ll make sure he doesn’t say anything to Bucky. She sent. There was no way Steve wouldn’t see the pregnancy test, and he would know it obviously wasn’t for her!
I’m sure he’ll keep it to himself :) In high school he didn’t tell Bucky he caught me sneaking out. Soooo
That made Yelena chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Steve asked as he made his way back in.
“Nat.” It was really all she needed to say. “Ready?”
Thankfully Steve promised not to say anything to Bucky about the pregnancy test. He did ask if it was for you or Nat, though. When she told him it was for you he grinned. “I’m back! I have a stick for the bride to piss on, tortilla chips, ginger ale, and mints.” She held up one bag. “And then I got snacks for me, Kate, and Nat.”
“Thank you.” You took the bag and pulled out the chips and drink. “I don’t have to pee right now, so give me a few.” With that, you opened the chips to start eating them. “Ah, so good.” You mused before licking your lips.
After you’d eaten nearly the whole bag (which they understood, your stomach was beyond empty), and downed the 20oz soda, you finally made your way into the bathroom. “Good luck!” Kate called out as you shut the door behind you.
It felt like ages for them before you came out of the bathroom. “I need to talk to Bucky.” Your eyes were watery. The plan had been for you two not to see each other until that night, but things changed. “Can you go get him?” You asked Nat.
She nodded, giving you a small smile. “Of course.” Getting up, she made her way towards the door to go get her brother.
Bucky was confused when Nat knocked on his door. “What’s up?”
“Your bride to be needs to see you.” She motioned with her head down the hall.
He glanced down there to see you right outside your door. “Everything okay?” He asked as he looked back to Nat. “She’s not getting cold feet, is she?!”
She punched his arm. “No, now go.”
“Jesus, Nat.” He rubbed his arm, mumbling about mean sisters as he made his way towards you. “Baby?” His heart sank as he saw that you were crying. “What’s wrong? What happened? Do I need to threaten someone?”
That made you chuckle lightly. “No, nothing like that.” You sniffed, letting Nat slip past you back into your room. Once the door shut, you took his hand and led him to the end of the hall to sit on the window seat. “I’m pregnant.” You told him. “I spent all morning throwing up and Yelena suggested it. She ran out to get a pregnancy test. I’m sorry. I know we talked about waiting until we were married.”
Bucky couldn’t fight the grin that made its way on his face if he wanted to. “You’re pregnant? I’m gonna be a dad?!” He couldn’t believe it. “And don’t be sorry! We’re still having them after we get married, doll.” He pulled you into him. “You’ll be a Barnes when you have them. That’s what counts, okay?”
You thought about that and nodded. “Yeah, that’s true.” You agreed. “Just means I won’t be drinking at the reception or on our honeymoon.” Which kind of sucked, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Shifting, you looked up at him. “I love you.”
He kissed your forehead gently. “I love you, too.” This changed things, but it wasn’t a bad thing. “Did you want to go back to the girls or sit here with me for a few more minutes?”
Pairings: Eventual Dean/Reader, Sam/Jess
Word count: 896
Summary: Dean brings you dinner and sees the aftermath of the tornado. He watches Pride and Prejudice for the first time...and totally loves it.
Part four of Opposites
Dean knocked on your door at 5:01 that evening with pizzas and a six pack of soda. When you answered the door, his heart ached. “Jesus, sweetheart.” He breathed.
“I’ll be fine. I promise.” You shrugged as you stepped aside to let him in. “I have some pain killers and I’m off work for the next week.”
He stepped in and looked around. “You really like retro, don’t you?” He smiled softly at you. “I like it. It’s not a copy and paste of everyone’s living room. But, I got a pepperoni pizza and a cheese pizza. Wasn’t sure which you’d rather have. Then a six pack of soda.”
“Want to watch a movie while we eat?” You offered, motioning to the coffee table. “I’ve got plenty of DVDs, and a few VHSs.” You’d slowly been starting to collect them the past year or so. “You can pick.”
Setting down the pizzas and sodas, he went to the collection you pointed at. “No streaming services. I bet you save a lot of money.” He glanced at you for a second. “I share the cost with my brother and his girlfriend. I’m at their place a lot anyway.” It just made sense. Splitting the cost three ways made it way cheaper for each of them.
“That’s a smart way to do it.” You mused as you slowly sat down on the couch. When you made a tiny noise of discomfort, Dean whipped his head around. “Just sore. I’ll be fine. Just focus on picking a movie.”
He wasn’t convinced, but went back to looking. “You like romances, huh? Especially period romances? Do you have a favorite?”
“Technically my favorite is a mini series, not a movie. But the movie adaptation is brilliant, too.” You shrugged. When he gave you a look that told you he wanted the name you caved. “Pride and Prejudice.” There was a tint to your cheeks at how he was behaving- and it wasn’t a bad thing. You liked that he was wanting to take care of you and watch something you enjoyed. However, you still couldn’t figure out why.
“Was that so hard?” He asked playfully. “How about we have a marathon? Watch as much of the mini series before you need to rest, then we nap and pick up where we left off.” It didn’t sound like he felt forced to offer that, either.
“Why don’t we watch the movie first to see if you even like the premise first?” You countered. “That’s two hours instead of five and half.” What man wanted to sit through five and a half hours of a period romance? Especially when he wasn’t promised sex at the end? From what you’d seen in movies…no man.
Dean thought for a moment. “Deal.” He agreed, because he could tell you’d feel guilty making him watch too much. “I’m sure I’ll like it, though.”
“Have you ever watched a period romance?” You asked as he put the DVD in. “Because you don’t look like you would willingly watch one.” There was no judgement in your voice. It was truly an observation.
“I can’t say that I have. None of the girls I ever dated liked them that I know of.” Why lie about it? “So you’re taking my period romance virginity.” He flirted with a wink once the DVD was in the player. Moving to sit on the couch, he reached for the remote. “Okay, before I press play. Who is your favorite character? I need to know.”
You smiled at that. “Why don’t we watch it and you tell me who you think it is?” Rarely did anyone get it right and you were curious to see how right he would be. “I’ll think of my top three and I’ll give you credit if you get any of them.” That gave him a slightly higher chance of getting it. It was only fair.
“Deal.” He agreed. “Next time we watch one of my favorites and you get the same game.”
“Who says you’ll want to hang out again? What if I bore you or you hate this movie so much you see me and get flashbacks?” You countered.
He gave you a ‘really?’ look. “I highly doubt that will happen.”
Dean got way more invested in the movie than he expected to. By the end, he was hooked. “Yeah, I need to see the series.” He nodded, making you giggle. Hearing that caused him to grin over at you. “So I think your favorite is either Mister Bennet, Mr. Darcy, or Elizabeth.”
“Wow, you got it with the first guess.” You were floored. “It’s Mister Bennet! How did you know?”
He had a proud smile on his face. “Dude, he totally let them be themselves. He was laid back, loved them, and wasn’t afraid of how he was viewed because of the women in his life.” He shrugged like it was nothing. “You do you. You don’t do things because everyone else does them. I know for a fact you would love a man like Mister Bennet as a father.”
You felt beyond seen in that moment. “I’m really glad I didn’t push harder against watching that.” You admitted softly.
“I am, too.” He felt this was a great way to get to know you. Watching the things that you liked was a window into who you were. “What’s your second favorite period romance?”
“Emma, also by Jane Austin.” You admitted. “The coloring in that movie is entirely different, but just as gorgeous.” Where Pride and Prejudice was in more neutral tones, Emma was bright.
Pairings: Eventual Oliver/Reader, Laurel/Tommy
Word count: 2,661
Summary: You get to your new apartment and the kids meet Oliver.
Part three of For the Kids
Maggie heard you coming down the hall, and stood in her bedroom door, scared. “Mommy? What was all that noise?”
“Just a neighbor checking in.” You said quickly, somewhat a lie. “Did you get those toys?” You asked, trying to get her mind off of things.
“Yeah! Why again?” She asked.
You smiled softly. “We wanna make sure to bring those first!”
“Cool!” She followed your excitement and held your hand, making it harder for you to grab your stuff, but you didn’t mind. “Is Daddy mad?”
“Yes, but we won’t worry about that.” You said quickly. “Let's focus on our new lives!”
“Okay.” She said easily. “Daddy won’t yell?” Her eyes looked up at you.
“He might.” You said honestly. “But we’ll be leaving fast enough that it won’t matter.” You assured her. “And Tommy is here, too, remember?”
She nodded. “He’ll protect us!” She declared. “He's so brave. He's like a prince!”
You smiled at that. “He’s going to love hearing that.” You giggled. “Want to help me get some of my things together?”
She nodded, loving to help and did so excitedly.
When you came back down, you had a suitcase for each kid, a small bag of toys for each, and then some extras for you. “I also have overnight bags for each of us hidden in the kitchen.” You admitted.
Tommy began helping to carry as Laurel went to get your kitchen bags. Mark was glaring the entire time, arms crossed over his chest. “Overnight bags? Dramatic.” He mumbled, flinching as the Arrow looked at him. “You’ll be back in a week.” He added. “You haven’t had a job since Clay was an infant.”
“Because I’m a stay at him mom. Maybe I would’ve been able to have a part time job if you helped with either kid or maybe cleaned once in a while.” You shot back. “Or did anything besides make me feel like a failure and a waste of space.”
“You didn’t need me to make yourself feel that way.” He rolled his eyes. “You did that all on your own.”
You clenched your jaw and looked away, wishing you could prove that he was the cause of your inner pain. Your eyes stung with tears, and you swallowed back the urge to sob.
“Time to go.” Tommy’s voice spoke. “Now.” He glared at Mark. He looked back at you, his gaze softening. “We’ll come back for more stuff another day.”
You nodded, squeezing Maggie’s hand. “Lets go.” You said with a smile, ignoring Mark as you walked past him.
“Don’t think I’ll let you come crawling back here.” He hissed at you. “My kids can come back, but you can deal with this mistake.”
“Not going to happen.” Tommy told him as he let Laurel follow you before going behind her. “Thanks for the backup, Arrow.” He said with a side glance.
“Anytime.” The deep voice spoke. He was out the door seconds after the rest of you.
“That was nice of him.” You said softly as you packed your stuff in the car. You wanted to break down, but you couldn’t. How else were you supposed to feel when your marriage ended so horribly? You knew once you’d get a moment alone later, you would let it all out. You just couldn’t let Maggie see that.
“I’ll drive.” Laurel offered. “Tommy can meet us there to help unpack.” She gave you a small smile. “How about I stop on the way over and get us lunch?”
“I couldn’t ask you to do that.” You said softly. “But, thank you.”
Maggie tugged on your arm. “I want a happy meal. Can we get one for Clay, too?”
“Of course.” Laurel said for you. “I think we all need happy meals.” She admitted. “How about Maggie comes with me?” She offered. “This way she can make sure I get the right meals.”
You chewed on your lip. “I’ll have to put her car seat in your car, is that okay?”
“Yeah, that’s fine!” She said easily.
Tommy watched Laurel interact with Maggie as you moved things around, smiling softly to himself. It was something that always warmed his heart. She would make a wonderful mom one day.
Tommy has offered to get Clay from school and Oliver took it upon himself to watch over you as the Arrow and Laurel while he did. Something about you made him want to protect you and the kids even more. It had never happened so quickly that he felt an attachment.
He stayed around the perimeter of your new place, but his ears always listened for you or Maggie’s. When he heard her giggles, he relaxed slightly. He felt he would get used to that soon. His eyes moved to the street when he heard a car, noting it was just Tommy. He smiled to himself as he saw Clay, enjoying how he got along with his best friend. He watched the small boy point to the apartment building, and figured he was asking about it. He felt for you and the kids, knowing change was hard. But he was hoping he could help make it a positive thing. After being with Mark for so long, he knew that your self-confidence was likely very low.
He couldn’t wait to get you started at the job he promised you. Once Tommy and Clay were inside, he moved away, wanting to male his way to see you. As oliver.
He would be bringing over some sweets as a housewarming gift. For a moment, he considered flowers, as well. Sunflowers seemed fitting. He rushed at the thought.
Clay dropped his bag as he walked into the apartment. “Mom?! What's going on?”
You sighed softly. “This is our place now.” You explained. “You, me, and Maggie live here.”
“Why? Where’s dad?” He frowned.
Licking your lips, your heart clenched. “Buddy, your dad and I are getting a divorce.”
He sagged. “Oh.” He glanced down. “Okay.” He sniffed. “Is it because of me and Maggie?”
“What? No!” You said softly. “Of course not. This was all between me and him.” You crouched down. “Mommy didn’t want you guys to be stuck in a home where...where we weren’t happy.” You tried to explain. “I know you hated us fighting.”
He shrugged a shoulder. “Yeah, but I didn’t want you to move away from each other. Just stop fighting.” He pouted.
You gave him a sad smile. “You can decorate your new room however you want…”
“I guess.” He nodded. “As long as you’re happy.” He looked at you. “I hate hearing you cry.”
You gently hugged him. “And I don’t want you to hear me do so anymore.” You said softly, hating that he had these memories. “We’re going to be happy here. Plus we’re closer to Tommy and Laurel.” You added, knowing both kids loved them.
He nodded. “That’s cool. More dinners where they can come?” He played with your sleeve. He knew that Mark didn’t get along with Tommy, so they didn’t see him when he was home.
“Of course.” You smiled. “And there’s a park nearby. And you get to keep your school friends.” You tried to give him all the positives to keep his spirits high.
“Thank you.” He hugged you again. “Can I see my room?” He asked, curious about it.
“I can show you!” Maggie said excitedly, holding out her hand. “Come on! We even got some of your toys, too.”
He smiled at that and followed her, glad she was taking it well. “Thanks, sis.” He told her.
Letting out a sigh, you stood up, running your hand through your hair. “They’re lucky to have you.” Tommy told you.
“I don’t know.” You swallowed. “I hate doing this to them. A change this big.” You hugged yourself. “And hearing him say he’s heard me cry kills me.”
Laurel went to rub your back. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.” She said gently. “But it'll get better.”
“You’re not alone now.” Tommy added. “We’re just up the street.” He smiled before there was a knock at the door.
You widened your eyes, worried as Tommy went to open it. There stood Oliver Queen. Holding candy and flowers. He had a heart melting smile on his face. “Heard there was a new family in your neighborhood.” He chuckled at his friend before looking at you. “Thought I’d bring a little something.” He told you.
Tommy shook his head. “Always outdoing me, man.” He joked before he let him in.
“Sorry, all the boxes.” You immediately blushed even thought it was mainly bags you brought. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Y/N.”
“Oliver.” He walked over to you and handed you his gifts. “So great to meet you.” He seemed taller in person. “I hope Tommy has been a good influence on your kids.” He joked.
You chuckled, stammering slightly. “He’s been great. They love him.” You shrugged. “He’s like an uncle to them.”
“We are talking about the same Tommy?” He laughed.
“Hey!” Tommy grinned. “I’m a fun Uncle!”
Oliver laughed and stayed smiling at you. “I’ve heard great things about all of you. Sorry if I came too early to welcome you.” He could see the emotions in your eyes fighting to take over.
You shook your head. “You’re always welcome. I trust Tommy’s friend choices.” You swallowed. “It’s just been a hard day.” You sighed. “The kids didn’t know about this until today. Clay only found out about 10 minutes ago.”
“That’s rough.” He frowned. “I’m sorry to hear that.” He said honestly moments before the kids came running out. “Hi, guys!” He smiled at them. “I’m Oliver.”
Clay’s eyes were wide. “Dude. I know who you are.”
“Yeah?” Oliver smiled and held out his hand. “It’s great to meet you. Clay, right?”
He nodded, taking his hand. “Yeah, and this is Maggie.”
“Hi, Maggie.” Oliver crouched. “I like your outfit today. I love green.” He said sweetly. “It’s my favorite color.”
She gasped. “Mine, too!” She looked up at him in awe. “I want to paint my room that color!” She said excitedly. “Like my favoritest superhero!”
“Oh, yeah? Who’s that? I love superheroes.” He grinned.
“Promise not to tell my Daddy?” She ‘whispered’, making the adults smile. He nodded, chuckling. “Arrow. He hates him.”
Clay shook his head. “I keep telling her that Batman is better.”
Oliver beamed. “Batman is pretty cool, but I’ll have to agree with Maggie here.” He chuckled.
“She wanted to go as him last year for Halloween, but Mark wouldn’t buy her the costume.” You admitted.
“Well, I can assure you I know where to get the best Arrow costumes.” Oliver nodded. “So, if you still want it this Halloween, you got it.” He assured her, making her squeal and hug him.
“Maggie.” You said gently, but melted when Oliver hugged her back just as happily.
She pulled away, smiling at him. “I like you.” She said simply. “You’re nice. Like Tommy!”
“I’m nicer, sweetheart.” Tommy reminder her.
“I disagree.” Oliver chuckled. “He’s just goofier.” He winked at Maggie before standing. “So, how about I take us all out to dinner?” He offered.
“Oh, we have Happy Meals. But thank you for the offer.” You had a constant blush now. “It’s sweet.”
He chuckled. “Late dinner, than? It’s only a little after 3, and I’m sure come dinner time, everyone will be hungry.” He shrugged. “Nothing fancy, I promise.”
You bit your lip, thinking. “Please, mom!” Clay asked, Maggie nodding. “It’s Oliver Queen !” He insisted.
“You watch too much tv, kid.” You said playfully.
“And he didn’t need a bigger head.” Tommy added. “When's the last time you went out to eat, Y/N?” When you looked away, he sighed. “Then I gotta agree with Oliver.”
“I know a great family diner.” Oliver nudged you and gave you a tender look. He could tell you weren't used to this.
“Only if I can pay you back once I start working.” You looked at him. You didn't want handouts.
He huffed. “Okay.” He said easily, smiling. “I'll pick everyone up about 6?”
Tommy nodded. “I’ll help with the car seat.” He told you before you could worry. “You just work on getting you guys settled here.”
“Okay.” You dropped your shoulders. “Thank you.” You told them both. You were so used to doing everything tiny thing it was habit to.
Oliver gently squeezed your arm. “See you later.” He said softly. “Bye, kiddos.” He went off to give them each a fist bump. He chuckled as each excitedly gave him one before letting himself out.
Laurel smiled at you as you watched him leave. “He has that effect on people.” She told you.
You looked at her. “What effect?”
She chuckled. “The whole flustered thing.” She rapped your cheek. “It’s just how he is.”
You blushed further. “I just get like that with new people.” You admitted. “I'm so used to it just being the kids, Mark, and you two. Other than that, I really don't see anyone.”
She nodded. “Understandable. The dinner will be good to get out.” She noted. “And hopefully you’ll make more friends at your new jobs.”
You nodded, biting your lip. “I’m going to be so awkward.” You chuckled softly. “It’s been awhile since I had friends besides you two.”
“I can’t wait.” She giggled teasingly. “Oliver will take you out of your shell for sure.” She nudged you lightly.
“I don’t have a shell.” You argued with a smile. “At all.”
“The thickest shell.” She hugged you with a chuckle. “You've built yourself a suit of armor.”
“For the kids.” You nodded. “Everything I've done has been for them.”
“It shows. They adore you.” She assured. “Now let’s go pick an outfit.”
You looked at her funny. “Why do I need to change?” You glanced at your clothes.
“Oh.” She blinked. “Well, it is a dinner type night. I guess I just prepare in case Oliver goes overboard.” She shrugged. “And I thought you deserve to feel extra pretty when you normally dress for home.”
You bit your lip. “I only have mom clothes I guess.” You weren’t even sure if that’s what you had, but you assumed by her suggestion. “I haven't ‘dressed nice’ since before Clay.” You mumbled.
“Wanna borrow something?” She smiled.
“I...don't think we would be the same size.” You blushed. “But thank you.”
She shook her head. “I’m sure I’d have some stuff, but we can shop another time.” She went to one of your bags. “Any heels? Boots?”
You couldn't help but laugh. “The only boots I own are winter boots.” You admitted. “I didn't shop much for me, and never anything that couldn't be worn for everyday things.”
“We can fix this.” She said easily. “Oh good, you have a blazer.” She pulled it out. “Your parent teacher conference blazer, I assume?”
“Uh, yeah.” You sighed. “I had a limited monthly budget for ‘non household’ things, so I'm sure that's the prettiest thing I own.”
She sagged. “I hate Mark.” She gave you a sad smile.
You shrugged. “I was always more focused on the kids and bills, anyway. Half the time I spent my money on outings.”
She nodded. “I hope I can help with teaching you some self care stuff for you, too.” She gave you a soft smile. “You're important, too!”
You shrugged and blushed further. “Thank you.” You had no idea how to deal with all this, so you focused on the kids. “Clay, do you have homework?”
“A little.” He sighed. “Just some reading.”
“Anything I can help with?” Tommy asked.
“It’s history.” Clay made a face. “So boring!”
“I’m sure we can make it interesting. Wanna try it?” Tommy smiled.
He shrugged. “Sure, why not?”
“Thanks, Tommy.” You smiled softly. “I owe you.”
“No problem.” He mock saluted you and followed Clay to a seat.
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