Warnings: None that i can think of // Part of the 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 smau series <3
Morph's thoughts: I struggled a bit more with this one, mostly because i know Ollie mostly as Arrow rather than yk Oliver. I hope i got the vibes right anyway, this is what i felt like worked best :p // In my mind he's a genuine version of what Bruce embodies when being Brucie Wayne but if you have any feedback or advice for a more accurate portrayal pls let me know!! <3
love your work! was wondering if you could feed into my delusions and match me with someone…😇🫰
i’m very outgoing and highly independent. i tend to be the more responsible one when it comes to my friend groups. always having to look out for them and making sure we’re safe. although sometimes when i feel safe, i let my guard down and live a little more :). my goal is to make sure everyone around me has a friendly face they can talk to. i’m very much of an empath and CAN NOT watch any sad movies. i refuse to! i loveee music. i collect digital media, specifically cassettes, CDs, and records. i have written many essays about jeff buckley and pink floyd, always trying to find a way to incorporate music into my work. i love journaling, reading, and working out.
i’m double majoring and doubling minoring at my university as long as competing as a D1 student-athlete at my school. my majors are international relations and economic & international studies with minors in history and political science.
my personality type is an ENTP and my star sign is a sagittarius. i’m a lover, not a fighter! although i can be quite stubborn at times and it works against me. communicating my feelings is something i’m working on. i feel so much and it crashes down on me.
much love 💗🥹
the crystal ball is singing me a specific tune and we've found two men!
for dc, we've found you the suitor Oliver Queen
Mans will be the absolute perfect person for you, he'll be that easygoing, laidback type of man to help complement the more straightforward responsibilities that you bear, encouraging you at the right moments to let you relax. Committed to his beliefs and those he stands by, he'll be certain to always be in your corner and help support you as much as you need. And you know he'll always be down to be a listening buddy with you for suuuure
for marvel, we've found you the suitor Scott Summers
Mans is a little on the awkwardly endearing side, but he's a natural-born leader and highly committed to the many different hats that he juggles. While it takes him a little bit of time to warm to someone, you can both coax each other out of your shells and make sure that you know that you're each other's mutual rocks. While you're the friendly face to look to, he's the comforting one that you can look to as well; I know for a fact he would love to listen to music with you and read your essays as well hehe
general stuff: Light use of (y/n); reader uses she/her pronouns; featuring the Arrow fam, Roy, Mia, Connor, and Lian.
AN: The Green Arrow brain rot is real for me, guy. I will definitely write for Oliver soon, trust trust. Why did I start with a baby fic? If you read any GA comic from any era, this man always has a moment where he talks about being a dad and wanting kids. It was a weird trait I saw no one talk about, and I want to give this man a baby SO BAD, so here we are. Personal thanks to @batwngs for listening to me thirst and simp over this man.
“How are you feeling?” Oliver murmurs as he scoots closer to you on the hospital bed, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looks down at the sleeping baby in your arms.
“I’m tired, but I’m OK. More than OK with this little girl.” You beam with exhausted eyes, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead, and dark circles from being awake in labor for hours. It wasn’t easy, but you both came through in the end. Little Marian Queen is finally here—healthy—and sleeping like a doll in both her parents’ arms.
Ollie can’t believe what he’s looking at: a sweet, sleeping baby girl in the arms of his wife. This is something he’s always wanted, but also something he didn’t think he deserved. From the moment he heard her cries, his eyes have been misty and blurry. She’s perfect. He reaches down to gently rub her little chubby cheek with his finger, still in awe of her—and he probably will be for the rest of his life.
“She’s so little. Is she meant to be this little?” he asks with a hint of worry, but mostly joking. You roll your eyes as you glance up at him.
“She’s 10 pounds, Ollie. She’s a big girl.” You laugh, which wakes little Marian. She opens her little green eyes that match her father’s to a T. “She looks just like you. Nine months in my tummy, and you look just like your daddy. That’s not fair, baby.” You tease with a smile as Oliver laughs.
“They say the firstborn daughter always looks like the father.” You scoff as Oliver takes Marian into his arms.
“And just who says that?”
“People do,” he replies before leaning down to kiss your lips.
“Thank you for bringing her into the world. I never thought I’d be given this chance to have a child like this. I can never thank you enough.” He speaks quietly, for your ears only. You close your eyes and lean closer against his side.
“I’m happy I was able to have your child—a piece of you and me in one little person. God, I love her so much already. She’ll be wonderful.” You say as your eyes start to tear up again. Little Marian looks up at you both with sleepy eyes. “Gosh, she already looks tired of us.” You laugh.
“No, she’s just tired overall. She did a lot today—must be tiring, being alive for one day.” Ollie jokes as he gets up from the bed and carries Marian to her little bed. As he sets her down, she fusses a little, as if to say she isn’t happy about not being held by her parents anymore. It takes all of Oliver’s willpower not to pick her back up. That’s when the realization hits him: he’s completely wrapped around this one-day-old’s finger, and he could not be happier.
“Ollie?” A little voice enters the room, which brings Oliver back down to earth. He walks over to the door of the hospital room and crouches down to pick up Lian. The nine-year-old immediately wraps her arms around her grandpa and giggles like a madwoman as Oliver tickles her cheek with his beard. “Ollie! That tickles!”
“That’s the point, munchkin.” He laughs as he puts Lian down and sees what she’s holding in her hands. “And what’s this? A teddy bear?” he asks, holding his hand out for Lian to give him the little brown bear plushie. Lian nods as she gives Oliver the bear and rocks back on her heels.
“I picked it out for the baby. Can I see her?” she asks as she tries to see from behind Oliver’s legs.
“Of course you can, munchkin. But where’s your dad?” Oliver asks as the realization dawns on him.
“He’s right here, old man,” Roy says as he finally steps into the hospital room. Roy smirks as he hugs Oliver tightly while holding a bouquet. “How’s (y/n)? Is she OK?” he asks as he hands the flowers to Ollie.
“She’s tired. Little one took a lot out of her, but both are good and healthy.” He speaks softly as he leads Roy and Lian into the room. Lian squeals as she makes her way to the bassinet to see the baby, while Roy walks over to your side.
“Hey, Mom. You feeling OK?” he asks as he takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You nod and let out a sigh as you bring his hand to your lips to kiss.
“I’m doing OK. Thank you for asking. I’m just tired.” You murmur as you roll your head to the side and look over to the couch, where you see Oliver showing Lian how to hold the baby. “Did you tell Connor and Mia about the baby?” you ask as you do a quick mental headcount of who else is coming in. Roy chuckles as he squeezes your hand, bringing you back down to earth.
“They know. They’re driving right now, but it’ll be a while. We’ll stagger them in so they don’t overwhelm you.” He says, keeping his hand over yours. You smile as you look down at your hands and sigh blissfully while you overhear Oliver and Lian talking about how cute Marian is.
“I’m happy that you and the others are excited about the new baby. I was a little worried that you guys wouldn’t want anything to do with her.” You murmur without really thinking. Roy frowns in disbelief and tightens his hold on your hand once again.
“Hey, now why do you think that? Yeah, Oliver and I might have our differences and clash heads sometimes, but at the end of the day, he’s still the man I call my dad, and I’m happy to have you as my mom. And I know the others feel the same way about you and the baby.” Roy says, soothing the worries plaguing your mind. You know Roy and Oliver have had a messy dynamic long before you ever entered the picture. And then came Connor, when he came into your and Oliver’s life, saying he was his son from a one-night stand. And then Ollie took Mia under his wing, taking her in as a daughter. He had his kids long before you two married—already teens, and on edge with anyone new. Roy, as perceptive as ever, sees your mind start to wander again.
“Besides, you know as much as I do—and as much as the rest of us do—that Oliver has been wanting a baby forever. That man won’t shut up about how he wishes he were able to see us as babies.” You crack a smile at Roy’s little comment about Oliver.
“Yeah, that man thought he was being slick whenever he’d drag me through the baby aisles at the store, or dote on Lian whenever we would babysit.” You muse, and Roy chuckles alongside you.
“Yeah, I remember. He was really clingy with Lian when she was little, too.” He brings it up just as Lian walks up to the bed beside her dad, looking concerned.
“Daddy, I don’t think the baby likes me.” Lian whispers as she points to a fussy Marian in Oliver's arms as he tries to soothe her back to sleep. Roy chuckles as he picks up Lian and has her sit on the edge of the bed next to him.
“No, it’s not that, sweetheart, she just wants to go to sleep.” He explains while stroking her hair to ease her worries. Oliver finally comes over to put the baby in her bassinet after calming her.
“Don’t feel bad, munchkin, you were the same when you were little, too. Didn’t like it when anyone else held ya.” Oliver adds, walking over to Lian, ruffling her hair like he always does. “You and Marian will be best friends soon enough, I’m sure.”
“You really let him name her Marian?” Roy laughs, which earns him a gentle smack upside the head from Oliver. You let out a snort as you pull your husband's hand away from Roy and sigh.
“What can I say, it grew on me.”
“Little on the nose, don’t you think, old man?” Roy calls out,
“What’s on the nose?” Everyone looks over to the door of the room to see a big vase of flowers and balloons enter the room, so much for staggering people in, but you and Oliver can’t be mad at the kids making it. Mia rushes over to your side to hug you right away, while Conner goes to Oliver to hand him the gifts.
“Oh, you know, Ollie is trying really hard to tell the people that he’s Green Arrow with his choice of baby names.” Roy points out while lifting Lian on his lap to make room for Mia as she sits on the edge of the bed.
“You let him name her Arrow or something?” Mia asks, while climbing over you to get a look at the baby, and makes sure to press on anything as you roll your eyes at their antics.
“No, her name's Marian.” You state, pointing to her little nameplate on the side of her bassinet. Connor walks over to the bassinet and looks down at her with a smile as he tries not to reach out and pick her up.
“I think it’s fitting, little Maid Marian.” He says, which earns him a pat on the back from Oliver. Mia rolls her eyes as she lolls her head to look at you.
“Ollie makes it too easy to figure out he’s Green Arrow.” She says, which makes you let out a breathy laugh, much to Oliver’s dismay. Oliver groans but doesn’t take any offense. How could he when all his kids were here? Making his way to your side, he takes your hand in his, looking down at you with all the love in his heart.
“Want me to kick out these buggers?” he offers, not meaning it obviously, but he knows that it’s a lot of people to have all at once. You shake your head no. letting out a sigh, you hold on to Oliver's hand and look at him, and then to Marian, who remains sleeping in her little bed right to them. This is the happiest you’ve ever felt in your life, being in the hospital room with all your kids as they talk almost to themselves and dote over the baby.
“No, they can stay, I like to have my kids together.” You murmur while bringing Oliver's knuckles to your lips, feeling more than okay after having all your kids with you.
AN: I’ve been reading a lot of GA lately and I notice a common character trait in Ollie and that’s that his man is a FAMILY man and wants a baby. This man WANTS to hold to a baby. Not being there for Connor as baby is one of his biggest regrets and no one is writing about that so I will! @batwngs thanks for hyping the idea!
Girl dad Oliver that takes his shirt off right away to hold his baby. Wants that skin to skin contact right away.
Girl dad Oliver that doesn’t hand your daughter back aright away. He just wants to hold her and caress her little cheeks as she sleep. He visibly holds her tighter when the nurses try to take your baby back.
Girl dad Oliver that loves to spoil his little girl. Gets her all the toys she point at and loves to dress her up.
Girl dad Oliver that asks Roy to give him some of Lian’s old clothes for the baby. Even though he can buy her new clothes at a drop of a hat and does, there’s something sweet seeing his little girl in his granddaughters old baby clothes.
Girl dad Oliver that bonds with Roy more after having his own baby. Asks him for help when she gets fussy and seems sick. Aside from you Roy is his next point of contact.
Girl dad Oliver that always has his baby in a baby carrier when he’s home. Likes to walk around with that baby strap to his chest. Never sits her down.
Girl dad Oliver that takes his daughter to woods for a hike and camping. Making sure she’s prepared for everything.
Girl dad Oliver that makes sure to take her to the park. Donates extra money to city’s park and rec department to make sure all playgrounds are maintained in his daughters name. Invests more in childcare and children activities so that other kids have safe upbringing in Star City in her name.
Girl dad Oliver that leaves one of his sweaters for his baby when he’s sent away on missions. Almost bawls his eyes out when he see a picture of his daughter napping with his sweater like a blanket.
Girl dad Oliver that makes sure that his daughter is loved and is always there for her.
connor hawke x gn!reader, fluff, reader gets cuteness aggression, tw funko pops, inspired by my real reaction when i saw his funko bcs its so cute !!
"No, no. Babe, keep your eyes closed." You said, holding him by his arm as you brought him into your room. You're excited to show him this — too excited. Connor mumbles something unintelligible, both hands still covering his eyes.
After a few moments of rummaging through the paper bags from your earlier haul, you found it. You held the box up to yourself as if it was some kind of grand treasure — because to you, it was! You just had to spend your own money for it.
You quickly unboxed the figurine, ignoring the questions from your boyfriend as you placed it on its stand. "... Okay, open your eyes." You smiled, turning around to hold the figurine up in front of his face.
He finally opens his eyes. The sight he's met with makes him a little speechless. His mouth opens, but nothing manages comes out. The two little white dots stared into his soul expressionlessly — it was a Funko Pop of himself.
You picked up the Funko's box, pointing at the name. "Green Arrow!" you squealed so loudly it was like your excitement was going to make you explode. Unlike him, you were nowhere unnerved by the figurine. You thought it was the cutest thing you've ever seen. "I had no clue you had one!"
In the midst of your giggles, you looked at the figurine and it's box again, comparing it to his face. His very handsome, yet very confused face. "So cute..." You mumbled before wrapping your arms around his, biting into his bicep like a feral cat.
Connor's left even more confused — but he wasn't going to complain about his partner getting cuteness aggression over him. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head, the corners of his mouth curling into an amused smirk. "C'mon sweetheart, the real thing's way better."
Pairing: Oliver Queen x afab! reader (no pronouns used but reader can get pregnant)
Summary: You're more than relieved to see the pregnancy test is negative...until it isn't
Content/CW -> established relationship, reader is able to get pregnant, pregnancy + negative & positive pregnancy tests, anxiety
froggi yaps -> this was gonna be today's blurb until i realized it was 700 words so here we are </3 once again set up @gr0und-zer00 by making her choose a character :p but this one is wholesome i swear
The sigh of relief you let out when only one line appears on the pregnancy test is enough to send shivers up your spine. You can’t fight the smile that rises to your cheeks.
Negative.
The relief is instant, like cold iced tea on a hot day. It lingers on you like the heat of summer.
Dropping the stick on the counter, you rise to your feet and stretch. Negative. Good. Now is not the time to get pregnant, especially when the very thought of having to tell Ollie about it sends fresh nausea to your stomach. You move on with your day, cleaning up your place before Oliver comes over.
He greets you with a one-armed hug, a shining grin on his face. “Hey, sexy.”
You squeeze him tightly and inhale the scent of his cologne. The fabric of his shirt is soft against your face, the warmth of his body seeping out from under it.
Ollie kicks off his shoes while you head to the kitchen, grabbing a can of his favorite soda. You’re checking the food you have in the oven—some assorted appetizers you’d prepared for your movie night—when Ollie calls your name.
“I’m just gonna use your bathroom,” he shouts. “Be back in a sec.”
A minute passes in silence and then, a clatter.
You’re at the door in an instant, knocking frantically. “Ollie? Is everything alright?”
Silence.
“Ollie?”
You pause, and a new sort of horror dawns on you. “Shit, the test. Ollie, it’s negative, you don’t—“
The door clicks open to reveal your disheveled boyfriend, pregnancy test in hand. He holds it out, wordlessly, for you to take.
Your mouth falls open when you see the plus sign. The plus sign that was very much not there before.
“Shit.”
Fresh nausea blooms in the pit of your stomach when you look at the pile of tests in your hands. Six different tests, all different brands, spread out in your palm to make a rainbow. Six different tests, all telling you the same thing.
Positive.
Your hand is shaking, the plastic of the tests clicking against each other as you try to breathe through the moment.
Ollie’s waiting outside the door, the fabric of his socks just barely visible beneath the door crack. He’s quiet and still, in that way he always is when he’s trying not to intrude. Usually it’s endearing but tonight it has you feeling like prey.
What are you going to tell him now?
It’s another couple minutes of long, tense silence before he’s rapping his knuckles on the door. “Sweetheart, is everything alright?”
A deep breath, a choked sound, “yeah. Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Can I come in?”
You’re silent, your breath caught in your throat. If he comes in, he’ll see, and you won’t be able to hide this any longer. The minute that door clicks open, it opens a portal to an entirely different world.
The handle twists before you can answer, Oliver peaking his head through the door. He opens his mouth to speak, only for it to close tightly when he catches sight of the stack of tests in your hand. Oh.
“I’m sorry,” are the first words out of your mouth.
He forces a smile, not as easygoing as usual, but warm nonetheless. “Don’t be, doll. It’s just as much my fault.”
“I didn’t—” You sob, tilting your head back to blink back tears, “I don’t know what to do.”
Oliver drops to his knees in front of you, grateful for that ridiculously plush bathmat you keep in the bathroom. He reaches for your freehand, cupping it between both of his calloused palms.
“We’ll figure this out, okay? I'm with you.” He kneads the back of your hand with his thumbs, “I’m with you, sweetheart. I got you, always.”
And though the anxiety still crashes in your chest like waves and the nausea eats away at your stomach, something settles inside of you, like the sun over a storm.
He kisses the back of your hand. “I love you. Nothing will ever change that.”
It’s the way he says it that gets you. Absolute, like a constant in the universe. Despite yourself, despite this horrible, messy day, you believe him.
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fluff, established relationship, roles reverse (kinda)
You knock on the window twice, three times before glancing around — eyes darting back and forth, searching for any nosy neighbor who might ruin your night visit. A subtle click draws your attention back; window lock undone and a visibly tired Connor on the other side.
"It's 3:40 in the morning…" He sighs, drawn out, words emerging from a state between sleep and wakefulness — hoarse, half-mumbled.
You barely wait for him to open the window all the way; arms around his neck, the tip of your nose brushing against his cheek covered in shallow marks — possibly from that lumpy, old pillow he insists on keeping. "There's no set time for missing someone you love." It's sing from your lips, the tips of your feet supporting your weight on the fire escape.
"We saw each other yesterday." Connor chuckles against your skin, his breath slow in contrast to the intense thump-thump beneath your ribs.
You grin along, "So? That was ages ago."
The breeze under the stars is damp, slipping through your clothes like a gentle, brief touch — so different from Connor's hands on your lower back, guiding you inside the apartment and away from the cold so natural to Star City.
"So this is how you feel when I visit you in the middle of the night?"
"More or less, I'm way more asleep than awake most of the time."
He grunts something you don't understand — maybe they aren't even formed words, just sounds his numb tongue can produce right now — against your face, your eyelids, brushing against your lips like a call for a goodnight kiss.
