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chaoticwiitch-blog · 5 years

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Guidelines

Hello Everyone! My name is EISH and I am the person behind this here blog! I am 25 years old. I live in the Canadas, timezone is EST. Just in case anyone finds these rules familiar I have scooped them off a friend, and she does know about it. So without further ado let’s get in to this.

This blog is HIGHLY SELECTIVE AND PRIVATE meaning I will not be interacting with anyone I do not follow and who does not follow me. I want to write with people who actively want to write with me. This being said if we follow each other and there has been no effort made to interact ( i am trying to get better about this myself ) i will unfollow after a few weeks.

Let’s talk about Asks! My ask box is open for any IN CHARACTER interactions. I don’t like ooc asks unless it’s a meme. Anon is turned on for now but if it is abused, it will be shut off. Hate of any kind will not be tolerated, at all. IMs are for plotting and chatting, though I prefer discord! Which is only available for mutuals. Feel free to ask for it!

let's make one thing very clear. I am NOT a meme source? don't treat me like one. if you don't think you can send the meme in to me, reblog it from the source, PLEASE. or --- and here's a thought, just send me the meme

Wanda is sortacanon. I have seen all the movies. I have googled the comics more than actually read them. One day i’ll get to it, but as of now i can’t be bothered. I have read through countless wiki pages tho, so i mean — i get the gist of it all. THAT BEING SAID she's not exactly the same. i pull from what i know of comics and movies and hell, even the tv shows. i also have many verses available, they might take some time to get up and posted, so just like ask me about them.

Let’s talk about my following back-ness. I can take seconds, or like weeks. I look at my followers as the come in usually, unless life is busy. If life is busy I tend to forget? Which means that when I finally look at them it could be a little while later. But I do look at everyone (aside from porn blogs and personals) who follows me. If I think we will mesh well then I’ll follow back, if I don’t, I don’t.

Now, some basic things I look for to follow back — how old is the blog and how much actual writing is there. If the posts only go back like a week and there is minimal to no writing, I will look at the rules and the muse(s) and determine if I want to give the blog a chance. If the blog is like month and months old and I can’t find any writing within a few weeks, chances are I won’t follow. I wanna write! That’s the whole point of being here, right? Next, rules! Whether they are simple or more complex I will read them all! As long as you are above the age of 18, and I feel like we will be able to write well together, chances are I will follow. Which brings me to my next point. I will NOT be following anyone under the age of 18. That is more so because of the content of my own blog more than anything, but also peace of mind. As I will get in to I am a shipping fiend, I love me my ships, and I don’t want any with any minors. So ya know — there’s that. also if you don’t cut your post I’m not even getting in to that okay, I just can’t. I won’t. Please cut your posts! on that note. Move continued asks to a new post, or don’t continue them, kthnx.

Not Safe For Work & Triggering Content — *sigh*. With tumblr doing it’s dumbass bullshittery — clearly there will be little to zero nsfw images on the blog. BUT that does not extend to written smut, or violence, or — well whatever else one wants to consider not safe for work. Please don't confuse triggers with squicks. if you have a legit TRIGGER, i will gladly tag everything and anything as long as you tell me. (i keep a list in my drafts, so like ask nicely, and i'll add it). squicks are a wholly different thing, and if i go around tagging every single thing that people don't like my tags will be a mile long. I will tag common triggers and if there is something you NEED tagged, just NICELY (ffs) let me know!

THE SHIPS THEY ARE COMING. oh lord. Okay. so I am like — shipping traaaaash ask any one who talks to me for five minutes. If I can find a way to ship the muses, I will. And nine times out of ten, I will straight up tell you. NOW it doesn’t ALWAYS have to be romantic shipping, but still ships. I love them. I captain them. I want them all, so like come at me bro. Wanda is DEMISEXUAL/PANROMANTIC. I don't personally ship wanda & vision, but i mean --- it's part of her mcu canon thing, i'll include it as like a PAST thing, if anything.

I am a slow ass replier-er. This isn’t my only blog. I also tend to be busy sometimes, so like I just don’t have all the time to write, ya know? I am also hella selective and private so that I can keep a calm and slow environment, ya feel? I am also working on using the queue more for replies and junk instead of just filling it to the brim with gifsets and shit. So there is that.

I am a mother. I have a five year old daughter she takes up a lot of time and energy, as any parent will tell you, so sometimes I am simply too drained to be here. I am 9/10 more available for writing on discord, than I am here, for simple fact of I can do it mobile, and formatting is less of a thing.

I DO COMMISSIONS, talk to me about them.

My theme credit is in the lower corner. Graphics were typically designed by me! Images taken mostly from google. Icons were found in packs and edited by me. I have PSDs from VenusCommissions which are GORGEOUS, and I have a couple others from various other places. Some purchased some not. Some I made my own ass self.

DISCLAIMER I am not affiliated with any show/movie or actor/actress in anyway. NO copyright infringement was intended. This is for fun, nothing else.

These Rules Are Subject To Change Without Notice

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thetorturegardens · 6 years

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tagged by beautiful girl @tramp--stamp <3

Rules: Answer the questions, then tag 20 followers who you’d like to get to know.

Nickname: bunny

Gender: female

Star sign: i’m a libra! & i’m also the most stereotypical libra person i know!

height: 5′6 or 5′7 i don’t even know

Sexuality: pansexual i guess but i prefer to just call myself queer

Hogwarts house: i’ve never read or watched harry potter. i’ve been told i’m a ravenclaw but i think i’m probably more of a hufflepuff from what i know about the franchise

Favorite color: pink! red! also emerald green!

Current Favorite song: little baby nothing by manic street preachers (or the entire holy bible album by them)

Favorite idea to get creative with: i just smoke cigarettes & make bad decisions i’m not here for a good time

What do you like to do when you’re alone: i’m constantly listening to music, alone or not, though it’s very rare that i get any alone time anymore. i feel like i’m constantly on the go. when i do get a second to relax, though, i really love to go shopping on my own! or go for long walks & write stupid little quotes on park benches around town. i prefer to drink alone, & i also love taking bubble baths (with bath bombs of course of course)

Average hours of sleep: 7 or 8 maybe, i try not to sleep past noon anymore!

Cat or dog: i love both! all animals are literal treasures. i am definitely more of a dog person, though. i’ve always said never trust a person who dislikes dogs

Number of blankets I sleep with: usually just two! i always sleep with a heated blanket, even in the summer(i’m anemic so i’m constantly freezing) & my comforter

Dream job: counselor

Dream trip: all i wanna do is go back to canada & visit one of my best friends arthur & give him a big hug. i don’t care where i am as long as i’m with people i love.

When I made this account: like a month after my other one got terminated for posting manic street preachers photos since the photographer went round reporting everyone for copyright infringement lmfao

I tag: all of my followers i’m too drunk & lazy to specify but do it if you want!

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calzona-all-ways · 6 years

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Santa's Helper

Author: lilyme (aka. redslilstories aka. me ;)) Summary: The earth was so big that Santa could not possibly visit every child himself. Even if he really, really wanted to. And so he had his helpers. And an extra special helper would come visit two no less special girls this Christmas. Characters: Callie, Arizona, Sofia Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show “Grey’s Anatomy”. They were created by Shonda Rhimes and belong to her and the ABC network. No copyright infringement intended! All mistakes are mine.

A/N: Merry Christmas!

“Are you excited yet?” Arizona, still dressed in her pajamas – for this time of year one with snowflakes on them – asked her seven year-old, as they walked down the hall of their house together.

“Yes,” Sofia, in her turn wearing her favorite reindeer pajama, answered a little reluctantly, and her mother’s ears easily picked up on it.

She could understand it.

It was Christmas, the most festive time of year, and the time to be happy and celebrate with your loved ones.

Yet… somehow this holiday did not feel whole this year.

While the little girl really loved spending Christmas with Arizona and all her Seattle friends - baking cookies, decorating the house, buying presents and even enjoying a snowball fight in the little snow that had already fallen - there were moments when she became sad. Because one person she really wanted to be with right now wasn’t here today. Her Mama Callie.

Yes, the little girl was sadly used to not having both her parents together for the holidays. Had celebrated separately with each for years. And had managed to enjoy every Christmas, regardless of missing one half of her family.

But this year… it felt wrong. Because it really didn’t have to be this way.

“I know it’s not how you imagined it, sweetie,” Mami Arizona empathized with her, rubbing the little brunette’s shoulder affectionately, as they descended the stairs. “But just wait and see what Santa will bring this year. I bet it’s just what you wanted,” she nodded encouragingly.

At the mention of Santa, Sofia’s face took on a less sad look, “The real one from North Pole?” she smiled conspiratorially. Because she knew something about Santa. Had figured it out years ago, but only last year had dared to let her mother in on this secret.

Santa … was actually several people it seemed. And not only that. They all were people she knew.

When she was five, she had spotted Uncle Alex’ watch on Santa’s wrist. For the second year in a row. And last year a slightly askew beard had given away the jolly man as Andrew.

Approaching her mother to talk about her suspicions, Arizona had confirmed a with wistful smile that it wasn’t the real Santa that had come to visit her in the last years. Which considering how many people were on this earth was actually impossible, the blonde had explained. The mysterious man would have to be every at once.

And she had then let Sofia in on the secret on why all the Santas that had visited her so far did indeed look so familiar.

Because Santa was a very busy man and the earth was so big, he could not possibly visit every child personally. Even if he really, really wanted to.

So, every year he went on the lookout for people to help him around the holidays. Help distribute the gifts and send his love to the kids.

They were his helpers. He had a whole army of them. The traditional Santa suit was not a must, however. A Santa hat, reindeer antlers or simply a festive outfit were okay as well.

But not any person could be his helper.

It had to be someone special. Someone he trusted very much and knew had a good heart and who genuinely cared about the person who would receive presents from them. A sibling, a friend, a parent…

Being chosen as a helper was an honor, really. And Sofia hoped that when she grew up, she would be chosen as a helper too.

“Well, no,” Arizona grinned along as she crouched down to be on eye-level with Sofia, happy to see her daughter more upbeat again. Eventually Sofia would figure out the entire truth, but this was still better than outright telling her that Santa did not exist. It was better because it put a smile on her face. And Arizona hoped that wouldn’t change for the remainder of the holidays. She was actually positive it wouldn’t. “I bet he’s sorry he couldn’t make it. But I’m sure he sent you his extra special helper this year,” she gleamed.

“Extra special?” Sofia’s eyes grew wide with excitement.

“Really extra special!” the blonde agreed and kissed her cheek, before getting up again. “Do we wanna let them in?” she wondered, as they turned towards the front door of the house. “Santa’s helper must be getting cold outside. And they’re probably dying to give you all your presents”.

When nothing stirred outside, she raised her voice and repeated, “I said, they must be dying to give you your presents!”

And moments later, the door opened to let in a figure in Santa gear - from the fuzzy hat to the red suit to the heavy black boots, with a jute sack hoisted on the back, which surely held several the eagerly awaited goods.

The only thing missing… was the white beard.

And so it was not just the “Ho, ho, ho!” in an all to familiar voice that gave the true identity of this year’s helper away easily.

“Mama!?” Sofia shouted incredulously and ran towards the laughing woman, who had barely enough time to put the rather heavy bag of gifts to the ground before the little brunette engulfed her in a tight hug. Unbelievably tight for such a tiny person. “You’re here! And you’re one of Santa’s helpers!” she whispered in awe.

“Hi, sweetie,” the brunette nodded with a grin at the girl’s remark. She knew all about the tale Arizona had cooked up and loved every bit of it. “Of course I am here!” she added and leaned down to kiss her daughter. Do you really think I’d miss the chance to spend Christmas with my girl?“

She almost would have missed it with work tying her down in New York. Which was the reason why they had decided that Sofia should stay in Seattle for Christmas this year, even though she had been scheduled to be in The Big Apple for this holiday – as was the case for school years she spent in Seattle and vice versa.

They had figured what good would it be for the girl to hardly see her mother while this one was stuck at the hospital most of the time. And so they had changed their plans.

Which had had Sofia understandably distressed and Callie glad for some recent developments in their lives. Because this would be the last Christmas spent thousands of miles apart.

Or it would have been, if it hadn’t been for her boss at New York City Hospital. He had surprisingly told her three days ago that there were capacities to give her the time between Christmas and New Year off after all.

She had been over the moon, and had even handled the hectic search for a last minute plane ticket to Seattle in stride. The joy outweighing the stress of this venture by far. And the overnight flight on Christmas Eve had given her enough time to rest and plan her surprise visit with Arizona happily digging up the Santa suit she still had from Alex’ and Andrew’s stints.

It was way too big on Callie, but she did not care one bit. What was more important for her was being with Sofia for the holidays and spending much missed time with her.

And aside from spending time with her mine me, there was also another really special girl whom she longed to see right now. One she had deep down missed all the time they had been apart. And now was so happy to call hers again.

The girl in question walked up to them and joined in on the embrace. “Hey, you,” she chuckled and kissed Callie on the unobstructed lips. “What happened to your beard?” she wondered in amusement, since when she had helped the brunette dress after her early morning arrival mere hours ago this one had still been part of the outfit.

Putting the costume on itself had been rather difficult. With several weeks of not having seen her in person, she had hardly managed to keep her hands on their actual task. Cuddling and kissing Callie, caressing and teasing her oh-so-soft skin… it had all been so irresistible.

But eventually they had managed to get Callie ready for the event.

“Too itchy,” this one confessed. “Plus, Sofia would have figured me out anyway,” she grinned. “And don’t pretend that you don’t like me better without it”.

“Agreed,” Arizona laughed and nuzzled her nose against Callie’s smooth cheek.

“Can we open the presents now?” Sofia asked after giving their parents a considerate amount of time to themselves. Sneakily she had extricated herself from the group hug and was on her way to drag the bag into the living room.

Truth be told, whatever gifts were hidden in the sack for her, they were almost unimportant. Well, really almost.

For her what counted was having both her mothers for Christmas.

And looking forward to all of them restarting their new, old family life in Seattle come next year.

END

#calzona #calzona fan fiction #Callie Torres #Arizona Robbins #submission

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redslilstories · 6 years

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Santa's Helper

Author: lilyme (aka. redslilstories aka. me ;)) Summary: The earth was so big that Santa could not possibly visit every child himself. Even if he really, really wanted to. And so he had his helpers. And an extra special helper would come visit two no less special girls this Christmas. Characters: Callie, Arizona, Sofia Rating: PG Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Grey's Anatomy". They were created by Shonda Rhimes and belong to her and the ABC network. No copyright infringement intended! All mistakes are mine.

A/N: Merry Christmas!

"Are you excited yet?" Arizona, still dressed in her pajamas – for this time of year one with snowflakes on them – asked her seven year-old, as they walked down the hall of their house together.

"Yes," Sofia, in her turn wearing her favorite reindeer pajama, answered a little reluctantly, and her mother's ears easily picked up on it.

She could understand it.

It was Christmas, the most festive time of year, and the time to be happy and celebrate with your loved ones.

Yet... somehow this holiday did not feel whole this year.

But this year... it felt wrong. Because it really didn't have to be this way.

"I know it's not how you imagined it, sweetie," Mami Arizona empathized with her, rubbing the little brunette's shoulder affectionately, as they descended the stairs. "But just wait and see what Santa will bring this year. I bet it's just what you wanted," she nodded encouragingly.

At the mention of Santa, Sofia's face took on a less sad look, "The real one from North Pole?" she smiled conspiratorially. Because she knew something about Santa. Had figured it out years ago, but only last year had dared to let her mother in on this secret.

Santa … was actually several people it seemed. And not only that. They all were people she knew.

When she was five, she had spotted Uncle Alex' watch on Santa's wrist. For the second year in a row. And last year a slightly askew beard had given away the jolly man as Andrew.

Approaching her mother to talk about her suspicions, Arizona had confirmed a with wistful smile that it wasn't the real Santa that had come to visit her in the last years. Which considering how many people were on this earth was actually impossible, the blonde had explained. The mysterious man would have to be every at once.

And she had then let Sofia in on the secret on why all the Santas that had visited her so far did indeed look so familiar.

Because Santa was a very busy man and the earth was so big, he could not possibly visit every child personally. Even if he really, really wanted to.

So, every year he went on the lookout for people to help him around the holidays. Help distribute the gifts and send his love to the kids.

They were his helpers. He had a whole army of them. The traditional Santa suit was not a must, however. A Santa hat, reindeer antlers or simply a festive outfit were okay as well.

But not any person could be his helper.

It had to be someone special. Someone he trusted very much and knew had a good heart and who genuinely cared about the person who would receive presents from them. A sibling, a friend, a parent...

Being chosen as a helper was an honor, really. And Sofia hoped that when she grew up, she would be chosen as a helper too.

"Well, no," Arizona grinned along as she crouched down to be on eye-level with Sofia, happy to see her daughter more upbeat again. Eventually Sofia would figure out the entire truth, but this was still better than outright telling her that Santa did not exist. It was better because it put a smile on her face. And Arizona hoped that wouldn't change for the remainder of the holidays. She was actually positive it wouldn't. "I bet he's sorry he couldn't make it. But I'm sure he sent you his extra special helper this year," she gleamed.

"Extra special?" Sofia's eyes grew wide with excitement.

"Really extra special!" the blonde agreed and kissed her cheek, before getting up again. "Do we wanna let them in?" she wondered, as they turned towards the front door of the house. "Santa's helper must be getting cold outside. And they're probably dying to give you all your presents".

When nothing stirred outside, she raised her voice and repeated, "I said, they must be dying to give you your presents!"

The only thing missing... was the white beard.

And so it was not just the "Ho, ho, ho!" in an all to familiar voice that gave the true identity of this year's helper away easily.

"Mama!?" Sofia shouted incredulously and ran towards the laughing woman, who had barely enough time to put the rather heavy bag of gifts to the ground before the little brunette engulfed her in a tight hug. Unbelievably tight for such a tiny person. "You're here! And you're one of Santa's helpers!" she whispered in awe.

"Hi, sweetie," the brunette nodded with a grin at the girl's remark. She knew all about the tale Arizona had cooked up and loved every bit of it. "Of course I am here!" she added and leaned down to kiss her daughter. Do you really think I'd miss the chance to spend Christmas with my girl?"

They had figured what good would it be for the girl to hardly see her mother while this one was stuck at the hospital most of the time. And so they had changed their plans.

Which had had Sofia understandably distressed and Callie glad for some recent developments in their lives. Because this would be the last Christmas spent thousands of miles apart.

Or it would have been, if it hadn't been for her boss at New York City Hospital. He had surprisingly told her three days ago that there were capacities to give her the time between Christmas and New Year off after all.

It was way too big on Callie, but she did not care one bit. What was more important for her was being with Sofia for the holidays and spending much missed time with her.

The girl in question walked up to them and joined in on the embrace. "Hey, you," she chuckled and kissed Callie on the unobstructed lips. "What happened to your beard?" she wondered in amusement, since when she had helped the brunette dress after her early morning arrival mere hours ago this one had still been part of the outfit.

But eventually they had managed to get Callie ready for the event.

"Too itchy," this one confessed. "Plus, Sofia would have figured me out anyway," she grinned. "And don't pretend that you don't like me better without it".

"Agreed," Arizona laughed and nuzzled her nose against Callie's smooth cheek.

"Can we open the presents now?" Sofia asked after giving their parents a considerate amount of time to themselves. Sneakily she had extricated herself from the group hug and was on her way to drag the bag into the living room.

Truth be told, whatever gifts were hidden in the sack for her, they were almost unimportant. Well, really almost.

For her what counted was having both her mothers for Christmas.

And looking forward to all of them restarting their new, old family life in Seattle come next year.

#fanfiction #calzona fanfiction #fanfic #callie torres #arizona robbins #Calzona #calzona forever #sofia robbin sloan torres #MerryChristmas #calzona all ways #calzona always #calzona strong

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dettiot · 7 years

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For acheaptrickandacheesyoneline: Advice and Gifts 1/1

Advice and Gifts Author: dettiot Rating: T Summary: A glimpse into the future: the night of Oliver’s bachelor party, before he marries Felicity Stark. Disclaimer: I don’t own Arrow, Iron Man or the Marvel Cinematic Universe. No copyright infringement intended. Author’s Note: This is for @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline - happy birthday, hon! I shamelessly stole your Neal McDonough story and used it in this fic, as well as putting in some of your favorite characters. May this be but one of the many fics you receive as gifts!

If you’ve been reading Family Doesn’t End With Blood, this doesn’t spoil anything that’s already happened in the story, and does give you an idea of where the story is going to end up--but really, if you didn’t think I was going to give Felicity and Oliver a happy ending after everything I’ve put them through, you must be new around here. :-)

XXX

Oliver fought his way through the crowd, smiling and nodding and accepting the congratulations of his friends. Well, some of these people were his friends--many of them were acquaintances at best. But at least Tommy had been true to his promise and there were only a few strangers--and none of them were women, Oliver thought to himself with a grin.

Which made sense, since this was Oliver’s bachelor party and he had managed to convince Tommy that he didn’t want a stripper--or strippers, he had been quick to clarify.

His best friend had put on the act of being disappointed, but Oliver knew it was just an act. Tommy was so happy with Laurel, even after nearly two years of marriage, that he didn’t even look at another woman. And in less than twenty-four hours, he would be joining his friend in that state.

Not that he had noticed any woman other than Felicity since the moment he had met her.

“Scotch, neat!” Oliver said to the bartender, raising his voice to be heard over the Frank Sinatra playing on the sound system. Tommy had gone all out, turning Verdant into something out of a Rat Pack movie. There were boxes of cigars, top-shelf liquor, and plenty of food to go with the poker tables set up around the room.

It was a great bachelor party, but Oliver just wanted it to be over. Because then, he would be that much closer to his wedding day.

A hand clapped on his shoulder and Oliver turned, smiling at the man standing beside him. “Hey, Tommy.”

His best friend smiled widely at him. “Hey! You having a good time?”

“I am--this is a great party,” Oliver said.

“But you just want it to be over,” Tommy replied knowingly. “Right?”

Oliver hid his smile in his glass. “You know me too well.”

“Yep. Plus, you’ve only been waiting for this day for what? Three years?”

“Longer,” Oliver answered. “I never wanted a long engagement in the first place, but life got in the way.”

“Nuh-huh,” Tommy argued, pointing at Oliver with his hand still wrapped around his glass. “You guys weren’t ready yet. You still had shit to work out.”

Oliver took a long swallow of his Scotch as he pondered Tommy’s words. There was more than a bit of truth in them, he agreed, but . . .

“We worked it out the hard way.”

“Yeah, I know,” Tommy said, resting a hand on Oliver’s shoulder. “But you’re here now, and stronger than ever, and I’m throwin’ you a bachelor party. At which you are not allowed to brood. On orders from your fiancee.”

Chuckling, Oliver looked at his best friend. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, Felicity was very emphatic about that,” Tommy said. “She said if you seemed like you were slipping, I was supposed to get you with Tony.” He paused and shook his head. “Can’t believe your soon-to-be father-in-law is at your bachelor party. And I thought I had a lack of trust from Quentin.”

He laughed harder. “I think it’s more about Tony not wanting to miss a good party, instead of checking up on me.”

“Keep telling yourself that, buddy. C’mon, let’s get it over with,” Tommy said, taking Oliver’s arm and pulling him over to the table where Tony Stark was holding court, surrounded by Rhodey, Clint, and Digg.

“--and then pound your strip steak!”

The whole table collapsed into laughter, although Oliver noticed that Digg seemed to be laughing the hardest.

“What’s going on?” Tommy asked, resuming his seat next to Digg.

“Tony was telling us the marriage advice he got from Steve before he married Pepper,” Digg explained.

“Courtesy of Dum-Dum Dugan,” Tony said. “Based on the stories that Peggy and my dad told me, I could hear the son-of-a-bitch saying it, which makes it even funnier, I gotta tell you.”

Tommy laughed and gestured to Oliver to sit down. “You’ll have to tell us--I bet Oliver is looking for advice.”

Tony looked up at Oliver, one eyebrow raised. “No, I think Oliver’s gonna be fine.”

There was a moment of silent communication between them, a moment with Tony showing his trust in Oliver and Oliver promising not to break that trust. Because that would mean hurting Felicity, and that was the last thing Oliver had any intention of doing.

His fiancee’s father shuffled the cards and grinned. “Besides, if he’s got cold feet, Oliver’s surrounded himself with people who will hurt him in new and inventive ways, if he’s thinking about backing out.”

“I’m staying out of this,” Rhodey said, tossing some chips into the pot. “I’m officially neutral.”

“And you Felicity’s second-favorite honorary uncle,” Tony griped.

“Anyone need a refill?” Clint asked around the cigar clenched in his teeth. Tony and Digg held up their glasses, and Clint nodded to Oliver. “Gimme a hand here, groom?”

With a small chuckle, Oliver took Digg’s glass and followed Clint to the bar.

“You ready for tomorrow? Really?” Clint asked over his shoulder, only to have someone jostle him and spill some beer on him. “Awww, shirt.”

“I’m ready,” Oliver said once Clint had wiped away the beer. “Felicity and me, we’re stronger than we’ve ever been before.”

Clint gave him a long look as he set the glasses down on the bar, then nodded. “Yeah, I know. So look, there’s someone--two someones--out in the alley who want to talk to you. In private.”

“In private?” Oliver repeated, feeling his body tense from long habit. Because surprise guests were never pleasant, in his experience.

As if reading his thoughts, Clint grinned a little. “Don’t worry, you’re not gonna wake up tomorrow in Tijuana missing your kidney. It’s just two people who don’t wanna crash your wedding unless you give ‘em the okay first.”

“Okay,” Oliver said slowly, putting down his empty glass. “Thanks?”

The older archer smirked and lifted his glass in a salute, taking a healthy swallow as Oliver turned away.

Of course he was feeling cautious about these unexpected visitors--ten years of visitors being bad would do that to a man. Yet Clint’s words had also stoked his curiosity, and as he walked through the alley door, into the crisp December air, Oliver couldn’t help wondering who was waiting for him.

The alley was shrouded in darkness, a streetlamp at its mouth and a dim light over the back door of Verdant providing the only illumination. Looking around, Oliver didn’t see anyone, so he called out quietly.

“Who’s there?”

There was nothing but silence for a moment, until two sets of footprints became audible as two men stepped out of the shadows. Both broad-shouldered and tall, each wearing baseball caps pulled low over their hair.

But Oliver knew immediately that one of them was blonde and one of them was dark-haired.

“Steve? Bucky?” he said in shock.

“Hey, Oliver,” Steve Rogers said quietly. He held his hand out and Oliver automatically took it. “It’s good to see you.”

Bucky nodded. “Hey. Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Oliver said breathlessly, still trying to wrap his mind around this. “How did you know? I mean, I know she’s talked to you some, Steve . . . ”

“Yeah. She told me that she wanted to invite me to the wedding, but she was worried about how her dad would take it. So I told her I wouldn’t come--that I didn’t want to cause a scene,” Steve explained.

Oliver frowned. “But Felicity would want you there. And you, too, Bucky. That’s what should matter most.”

Steve rubbed the back of his neck, a rueful grin on his face. “That was pointed out to me by Nat. And when Felicity got me the intel I needed to help Bucky . . . I was hoping me and Buck coming to her wedding would pay her back for all her help.”

“Of course it would,” Oliver said.

“Even with Tony there, too?” Bucky asked, his voice sounding raspy and rough. Yet when Oliver peered at him, he saw the older man’s eyes looked clear and sharp, like they always had before. They weren’t the eyes of a man who was a mindless killer. After all, Oliver would know.

“Even then. Tony’s a big boy--and he loves Felicity more than anything,” Oliver replied. “He’d want her to have everything she wants on her wedding day. Including two of her favorite uncles. Besides, you really think Tony’s gonna disrupt his daughter’s wedding? Maybe he would before, but . . . he’s come a long way.”

Steve and Bucky exchanged glances for a long moment, and then Bucky cleared his throat. “How’s Pigtails?”

The former assassin’s nickname for Felicity never failed to make Oliver want to grin, and this time, he gave in to the urge. Because it was a pretty adorable nickname. “She’s good--excited and happy for tomorrow, I know. But also, she’s learned a lot in this year. She’s gotten stronger than she already was, wiser and calmer and better.”

Oliver paused, looking at both of them. “She’s better,” he said again. “And she’ll be even better with having you both back in her life.”

Steve’s face lit up with a happy smile, while Bucky seemed to soften, tension visibly draining out of him. “Then you’re okay with us showing up tomorrow?” Steve asked.

“I’m okay with it. In fact, if you two don’t show, I’m gonna rat you out to Natasha,” Oliver promised.

Both men grinned, but their smiles faded as they both realized that Oliver was serious. Bucky muttered something to Steve, who looked suitably worried at the idea of the Black Widow coming after them.

“We’ll be there,” Bucky said. “Enjoy the rest of the party.”

“You guys could always come in. Get the Tony meeting over with,” Oliver suggested.

Once again, the two men exchanged looks, but Steve shook his head almost immediately. “No, we’ll wait until tomorrow. This is about Felicity, and if Tony doesn’t like it, he’ll stay quiet for Felicity’s sake.”

“We hope,” Bucky muttered, nearly inaudible.

“C’mon, Buck, have some faith,” Steve said, elbowing his friend. “Besides, you think Felicity is gonna let Tony get away with anything?”

That made Bucky smile. It made Oliver smile, too. Because it was the truth.

Steve grinned and nodded to Oliver. “Congratulations. Go easy on the drinking.”

“Thanks,” Oliver said, watching as they turned. Suddenly, not wanting this moment to be over, he called out, “Wait a minute.”

Both men paused and looked back at Oliver, who felt at a loss for words. Then, he heard himself speaking.

“Tony said that Steve gave him some marriage advice, from . . . Dum-Dum?”

Oliver wasn’t surprised that Steve looked sheepish as he turned around. What did surprise him was how Bucky started to laugh as soon as Oliver said ‘Dum-Dum’.

“Pound your strip steak, right?” Bucky asked with a wide smile, the one that Oliver realized James Buchanan Barnes must have used to get all the girls.

“That’s all I heard,” Oliver said, feeling himself relax.

Bucky patted Steve on the shoulder. “You tell it way better than I could. Go ahead.”

Letting out a long-suffering sigh, Steve nodded. “Okay. So if you go into a nightclub or something, every woman there is a hamburger. You can get hamburger anywhere. Hamburgers are a buck ninety-nine. With me?”

Nodding, Oliver gestured for Steve to continue.

“Okay, so Felicity? She’s a New York strip steak,” Steve continued. “You are each other’s strip steak. And while you can’t pound a hamburger, you can pound a strip steak.”

Bucky snorted and Oliver couldn’t help laughing. He covered his mouth with his hand and nodded for Steve to keep going.

Steve shot Bucky a look, then said, “You pound the strip steak every night. If you’re fighting, regardless of whether you’re right or wrong, you apologize first. And then you pound the strip steak.”

“Marriage advice from Timothy Aloysius Cadwallader Dugan,” Bucky said. “Better and more accurately known as Dum-Dum.”

He couldn’t hold back anymore. Oliver broke into laughter, grinning widely at both men. “I can see why Tony likes that.”

“Yep,” Steve said. “It’s not bad advice, really. Although I don’t know if Felicity--if any woman--would really get it.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep it to myself,” Oliver promised with a smile. “Although I would also tell Felicity about all of this if you guys don’t show up tomorrow.”

“Siccing Nat on us is plenty of threat,” Bucky said, clapping Oliver on the shoulder. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

With a jaunty kind of step that Oliver had never seen from him before, Bucky turned and headed towards the mouth of the alley. Steve smiled at Oliver and nodded. “See you tomorrow, Oliver.”

The former Captain America followed his best friend, both of them melting into the night, and Oliver watched them go.

The happiness that had been like a near-constant cloak around him, ever since he and Felicity had reunited, felt even warmer and stronger than usual. He knew how happy Felicity would be, to see Steve and Bucky tomorrow. And Oliver knew that Tony wouldn’t ruin Felicity’s wedding--and maybe he would even take the occasion to bury the hatchet with Steve.

That would be some wedding gift for the woman who was going to be his wife in less than twenty-four hours.

Smiling to himself, Oliver headed back inside. He felt happy and hopeful and ready. Because after tonight, he would be married to Felicity Stark.

And every night, they were going to pound their strip steak.

End.

#arrow fic #olicity fic #Familyverse #Felicity Stark #Megan you deserve 12% of the credit

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ANNOUNCING GAMMA ZETA LIE SORORITY'S 4th ANNUAL PRE-PLL 7B RECRUITMENT DRIVE!!! WANNA BE A MEMBER OF THE MOST PRESTIGIOUS GROUP IN THE FANDOM? Here's how we do & all of the official rulesies & stuff, cuz twitter doesn't gimme enough creative license to explain it all over there where we do most our recruiting. If you're reading this, it's likely because I needed a place to explain to potential new recruits who we are and what we do, since twitter character counts suck for this kind of thang. If you were sent a link to here, it is because we might think you have what to takes to be one of us, & don't have enough room on twitter to explain to you why you are being tapped for our lil secret society. At GZL We Are: The Best of the Best Theorists in the Fandom! It's a huge honor to get asked... in fact it's the only way one can join a secret society, so that's how we do. THIS YEAR WE DOING THINGS A BIT DIFFERENTLY & 💌 WHAT AN INVITE MEANS IF YOU SEE ONE IN YOUR INBOX ON ANY SOCIAL MEDIA!!! 💌 In years past, we did a strict "Invite Only" recruitment drive based on seeing amazing theories and skill sets we needed for our detective work Solving -A as a team in GZL, and publishing our findings before the finale airs. To date: we have a perfect solve record! So we began to take on new shows during the booooring hiatus season, to keep our skills sharp and all. During PLL season we all come together and buckle down to kick some ass in the fandom theories. And we are very good at what we do! We know a lot of you fans out there are too! So this year we are sending out our #GZL tapping scouts to tap whomever we come across in fandom posts and theories and blogs whom we think are good potential recruits based on a not-as-strict method, which means YOU just might get in this year! Might as well go out with a bang and share the amazing GZL experience with as many worthy fans as we can find. But our actual application process will be a bit easier just to give more fans the chance to join in PLL's last season. Why not open the doors?! Ok, we will do it "Secret Society Light" style. Meaning, we still wanna see your excellent posts with theories and ideas and good questions to mar and all that good stuff. But maybe your question to Mar will get you and invite! We still wanna see those good thoughts and theories on #Twitter, #Tumblr, #FB, #Youtube, etc. In the past we recruited strictly from Twitter. This year you just may see us... 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