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madlori · 23 days

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On Tommy Kinard

"It's not that I don't like Buck and Tommy, it's just happening so fast, he's underdeveloped!"

*clears throat*

Here is a recap of what we know about Tommy. And this is just off the top of my head, I didn't rewatch anything.

He was closeted at the 118 before and found the atmosphere repressive. He (probably) acted like a dick to fit in. When presented with the chance to make things better, he took it, and developed positive relationships with Hen, Chim and Bobby.

He was in the army and trained there as a pilot.

He knows Muay Thai and has a set up in his house.

He likes to work on cars and has a lift at his house (where TF does he live is my question - he has some nerve being agog at Buck's loft if he has a muay thai gym and a car lift)

He is down for violating departmental policy at the drop of a hat (has done so on at least two occasions) to help a friend and has no problems fucking with the fire chief.

He is a nerd. He likes pub trivia and has incorrect Star Wars opinions, and can keep up with Chim in the movie-quoting department.

His favorite movie is "Love, Actually" and he likes craft beer and monster trucks.

He came out when he transferred to Harbor and felt comfortable enough to stop lying about who he was.

He follows MMA and has friends in Vegas who like him well enough to hook him up to a frankly insane degree.

He'll risk his own life and engage in helicopter skulduggery to save people he doesn't know...I mean, apart from doing that for a living.

He'll take time out of his day to give a tour to the cute boy who called him up and offer to give that boy flying lessons (a significant time investment) which was probably maybe about more one on one time with said boy.

He yearns for the belonging and found family that the 118 became after his departure and probably befriended Eddie hoping to earn a plate at the cookout, aside from just clicking with him.

He likes Eddie and Chris a lot and they like him. Chimney also likes him.

He was attracted to Buck right away and was emotionally aware enough to pick up on Buck's jealous feelings over Eddie and his friendship, even if he was surprised that it was him Buck wanted to get to know.

He respects and values Buck and Eddie's friendship and wanted to make sure Buck knew that.

He's brave enough to shoot his shot by planting one on a dude.

He's a lil bitchy but also generous and ready to throw in with this insane guy who's inviting him to a family wedding after 0.5 dates.

He showed up to a bachelor party when he was on call because Buck asked him to, then showed up in turnouts after fighting a fire for like 12 hours yadda yadda we all know this part.

He has got it BAD for one Evan Buckley, who he only calls "Evan" which according to LFJR is a conscious decision by the writers, which fascinates me.

He was willing to take a chance with a man just discovering his sexuality BUT wasn't willing to put himself through that if the man in question wasn't ready for it. When Buck showed him that he was, he was all in.

He does NOT take his coffee like that.

Oh and

He's a beast.

This is VASTLY more information than we knew about ANY of Buck's previous girlfriends with the possible exception of Abby. Even Taylor did not get this much development over 20 episodes (things we knew about her: she was an ambitious and ethically flexible reporter, did not eat fudge, had a dad in jail, and sometimes jogged for exercise, she was capable of being nice and did love Buck, I believe). And as for it being fast? Sometimes it just be like that? A relationship doesn't have to have year(s) of buildup. Sometimes people do just meet, like each other, and start dating, in fact in the real world that's usually what happens. It's in TV Land that you have to have eighteen seasons of UST before pulling the trigger. Most of the time in reality people just vibe off each other and decide to go out and THEN they learn about each other.

And they've got a great start. You'd think they'd barely spoken by how a few naysayers are talking about it - the loft scene was like a solid five minutes of very open conversation, the Cringe Date seemed to have gone well and again, open and honest (if cringey) conversation before Cockblocker Eddie showed up, and the coffee meetup was again....open and honest conversation. They're not gonna show us long scenes of them exchanging firefighting stories and workout preferences (I mean, I'd watch that, but it's not what the show is about).

In conclusion, anyone saying he's poorly developed or the relationship is "out of nowhere" either is being willfully obtuse or has ridiculously unrealistic expectations for relationships and/or what constitutes character development.

As for whether they have chemistry, that's a matter of subjective opinion. Given that a TON of people watched that harbor tour scene (even when it was posted as a sneak peek) and started going "wait...what's going on here...are they flirting??" might be a clue. People were talking about Bi!Buck maybe happening with Tommy based solely off that clip of the harbor tour and what they were seeing between them. And imho that loft scene was crackling. But we all see things through the lenses of our biases, myself included.

Got that off my chest, whew.

#9-1-1 #evan buckley #bucktommy #911 #tevan #kinley #tommy kinard #9-1-1 meta #9-1-1 shipping #fandom discourse #firepilot #trying to use all the ship tags we have #buck x tommy

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unrealisticlea · 18 days

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also you wanna know another great reason Tommy is great for Buck??? Because he’s not a fan. Every single one of Buck’s previous girlfriend kinda idolized him for a reason or another. Ali and Taylor were victims he rescued. Natalia was a huge fan of him dying. Abby saw him on the news first.

Being your partner’s fan is actually a good thing, except for the fact that Buck always equates love=usefulness and the fact that his girlfriends were fans made him feel like he had some standards to maintain. There was extra pressure in the relationships because they had expectations and he desperately wanted to meet their expectations. So the relationship always started with Buck trying to impress them but he never knew when to stop.

but with Tommy there’s no pressure whatsoever. Tommy obviously likes him but he likes him because Buck shouted that their motto (as people who save lives for a living) should be “who cares!”. He likes him after Buck accidentally maimed his best friend in a dumb basketball game. He likes him after Buck made a fool out of himself during their date and then invited him to his sister wedding and an 80-themed bachelor party and he likes him after he pouted because Tommy wasn’t wearing a costume.

and Tommy doesn’t make fun of him in the same way his family does but he still jokes about how ridiculous he is (“mhmmm so not like that” and “they had Henleys in the 80s”) and Buck needs someone like that, someone who will lift him up when he’s down (“Evan, I think you’re adorable” and “you already know I’m interested” and “it’s not like I could ever replace you. Chris would have something to say”) but will also ground him when Buck gets a big head and starts having unrealistic expectations about himself.

so Tommy likes Buck because he’s Buck. Even better, he likes Buck because he’s Evan.

#bucktommy #i’m having so many feels

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buck-up-buck · 27 days

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Canon Events that have happened over the three episodes that have me going INSANE (like, these actually happened and are not Fanon.)

Buck asked Tommy for a tour of Harbour, not because he wanted to consider learning to fly, or leave the 118, but soley because he wanted to hang out with Tommy.

Buck used Christopher for information on Tommy.

Buck pretended to suddenly be into Basketball so that he could go to the game, just because he knew Eddie and Tommy would be there.

MADDIE MOCKED BUCK ABOUT OPENLY HAVING A CRUSH ON EDDIE.

Buck body slammed Eddie while playing Basketball (honestly, I still cannot get over the fact that he YEETED THIS BOII).

Tommy got Buck's address from Eddie and chose to come around to apologise to Buck even though, TECHNICALLY, Buck was the one acting like a spoilt brat all episode.

BUCK WAS KISSED BY A MAN. SPECIFICALLY, BUCK WAS KISSED BY TOMMY. And then proceeded to be swept off his feet by this man and was left starstruck in his apartment, after Tommy openly communicated that he had to go to work and wasn't just kissing and bailing.

"I'm an Ally."... Need I say no more.

Buck acted like a totally fucking idiot on his first date with Tommy, and proceeded to have Tommy cut the date short because of how unready he seemed. WHICH BY THE WAY, TOMMY AGAIN COMMUNICATED SO BEAUTIFULLY WITH BUCK AND PROCEEDED TO STILL CALL THIS MAN ADORABLE. HE CALLED HIM ADORABLE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.

Buck accidently outed himself to Maddie because he was doing a ramble ramble about his lil buck'ed up date.

Buck told Eddie he was on a date with Tommy, and Eddie proceeded to be the bestie of besties to Buck and told him, they all loved him anyways. HE USED THE WORDS. Bucks face in that scene will forever make my lil gay heart WEEP.

Buck told Eddie he couldn't stop thinking about the hot pilot that kissed him. CRYING.

Buck proceeded to grow the fuck up and apologised to Tommy, face to face, out in a public space, knowing full well that Tommy could have dropped his ass there and then, but still wanted to show him how sorry he was, and that he was, in fact, ready.

BUCK INVITED TOMMY TO BE HIS DATE TO THE MADNEY WEDDING DESPITE ONLY technically GOING ON TWO DATES. AND THEN TOMMY. SAID. YES. HE SAID YES. YES.

Buck also then invited Tommy to Chim's bachelor party, HELD HIS ARMS OPEN ACROSS THE ROOM READY FOR A HUG, told Tommy off for his outfit, showing off true Clipboard Buck form, AND THEN TOUCHED HIS PECK.

Eddie, the bestie of besties, got all sappya and jokey when he saw Tommy and Buck together.

Buck got all pouty when Tommy had to go to work, BUT TOLD HIM TO BE SAFE. HE SAID BE SAFE DAMNIT.

Buck got all goofy and smiley when he saw that Tommy had arrived at the hospital, MEANING, that he was most likely texting Tommy all day updating him on everything that was going on, even if Tommy couldn't respond while attending to the fire.

BUCK. CALLED. TOMMY. A. BEAST. HE SAID THIS CANONICALLY. ARE YOU JOKING. HE FULLY ATTACKED MY MAN, WHILE HE WAS COVERED IN SOOT AND SHIT, SNOGGED HIS FACE OFF IN A HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM, AND CALLED HIM A BEAST. I AM DECEASED.

Buck, the idiot that he is, proceeded to out himself, to his entire family, by coming back into the room, most likely 15 to 20 minutes after leaving, covered in soot because he had been uncontrollably making out with his hot pilot boyfriend.

Eddie, the bestie of besties, GOT SO FUCKING SMUG WHEN HE SAW BUCK AND TOMMY WALK BACK IN THAT ROOM. HE PULLED THE SAME FACE I PULL WHEN MY FRIENDS HAVE COME BACK FROM MAKING OUT WITH PEOPLE AND I AM HERE FOR IT. EDDIE YOU BESTIE SLAY SLAY SLAY.

Hen, the queen that she is, has most likely spoken to Karen about her suspicons of Buck's sexuality, and procceed to say ABOUT DAMN TIME. SHE KNEW THIS WHOLE TIME. HER GAYDAR IS ON FIRE. I LOVE HER.

Again, all of these events happened IN ACTUAL EPISODES, not in a fanfiction. I am FERAL over this. Bi!Buck is the best thing to ever happen to me.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk and if you don't ship BuckTommy, leave.

#911 abc #911 spoilers #this is me talking about all the cannon events that have me currently going insane #none of these were from a fanficiton #all of these things actually happened in episodes #like this is all real life #isnt that CRAZY #i am so feral over this are you kidding #still not over that kiss from last night i cannot lie #buck called tommy a beast are you JOKING me right now #bi buck saved me #I am so hyped about this #listen i love buddie #i do #but #BUT #eddie as the bestie of besties is my favourite thing and i love how supportive he is of buck right now #as someone who is queer and did not have a single supportive friend when i first came out #this representation is everything to me #this is healing my childhood trauma #so how about we let tommy and buck be for a bit huh #and leave eddie to deal with his catholic guilt before he even considers having a gay awakening #thank you for coming to my ted talk #only good vibes in this house #any negativity will face my wrath #all the love for my firefighters #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tommy kinard #henrietta wilson

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buddieisgoingcanon2024 · 29 days

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I hate spoilers and Lou did exactly that, he gave spoilers that Tommy is going to be at the bachelor party and honestly I hated that, I hated the fact that he spoke prematurely, I hated the fact that Tommy is at this party and Buck invited Tommy to the wedding why he's going to the party? I'm just pissed I know his fans won't like it but come on guys now you see he is a attention seeker? Spoiled everything

Not everything. We still don’t know how the episode plays out.

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missymurphy1985 · 3 years

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Friends with Added Benefits

Part one of ?

Warnings - smut / daddy kink / breeding kink

You and Cillian had been working together on Peaky Blinders since the beginning- it had become a FWB situation at the end of Series 4 after a drunken kiss at the wrap party. Both of you had kept it completely secret, hooking up solely while you were filming series 5 and living out your own lives the rest of the year, but what happens when things take an unexpected turn as series 6 begins filming?

A/N - Cillian is single, and has no children. Reader is in her early 30s, and plays Tommy Shelby's wife.

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers @misscarolineshelby

You sat on the floor of the bathroom and took a deep breath. Now or never y/n... A sudden voice jolted you from your thoughts.

"Y/n, you in there?" What the fuck was he doing here? How did he get into your apartment?

"Sorry, yeah.. I'll be out in a minute..." You flushed the toilet and quickly hurried out of the bathroom.

Cillian greeted you with a warm smile, sat on your sofa with the TV remote in his hand already flicking through the channels.

"You left the door unlocked - came in to make sure you were okay, you seemed a bit off onset today?" He patted the sofa next to him for you to sit down.

"Sorry... Just a bit tired I guess, only been back a day and I'm done already!" He lifted an arm to pull you into and you happily accepted the invitation.

"So series 6 then.. the last one," you sighed, curling your legs over his.

"Yep. Only gotta put up with me for another 16 weeks and you're free to do as you please. Or who you please at least," he kissed the top of your head and chuckled, you feigned your own chuckle in response. You knew this was just a 'filming only hook up', but you couldn't help but feel a bit sad. You'd looked forward to Peaky restarting again the second each series had finished. You knew though, that there was no tying Cillian Murphy down - other women had tried, but he was a happy, carefree bachelor. You'll make the most of the next 16 weeks together and move on.

Before long his fingers made their way over your hips, circling slowly as they crawled over your stomach.

"Does our agreement still stand or do I need to stop?" He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.. that fucking accent...

"I'm single again, if that's what you're asking me.."

"Again?"

"I was seeing someone.. I ended it a month ago." He pulled back slightly.

"Sorry y/n.. were you with him long?"

"Just a few months, nothing serious it was just a casual type thing. He decided he couldn't compete with Thomas Shelby."

"You told him about us?!"

"No, the rumours have been flying for YEARS Cillian! He wouldn't believe me when I told him it wasn't true.."

"That's because it is true, and you're a terrible liar!" He smirked, before pushing your body down on the sofa, covering it with his own.

"He'd certainly have his work cut out for him wouldn't he?" You smirked back. "You gonna show me what I've been missing Mr Murphy?"

"I absolutely am Miss y/l/n... But let me shower first? I'm still wearing the makeup from earlier and it's pissing me off!" He kissed you lightly on the nose before grabbing one of your towels out the cupboard and heading into the bathroom.

He came out 10 minutes later, towel wrapped round his waist and stood next to the sofa, brow furrowed.

"What's this for y/n?" You looked up and your heart sank. In his hand was the pregnancy test box you'd hidden in your cabinet - clearly not hidden too well.

"Well it isn't for baking cakes Cill..."

"Are you pregnant?"

"I don't know yet, I haven't taken one.."

"Well what are you waiting for? Come on." He took your hand and handed you one of the tests. "Go do it. Now." You couldn't help but laugh at his insistence and went to pee on the stick.

Coming back out with the test in your hand two minutes later, you held it up to show him, tears in your eyes as your chin wobbled. He was pulling his jeans back on as he took the test from you.

"Okay well now I'm confused? It's negative - why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, I'm fine.." you choked, wiping your eyes on your sleeve.

"Come on, y/n... What's wrong?" He pulled you over to the sofa and sat you down, squeezing your hands, worry written all over his face.

"You wouldn't understand Cillian, just leave it okay?"

"Did you want it to be positive?" You looked into his eyes and burst into tears, nodding. "You wanted his baby?"

"It wasn't that.. Cillian I'm 32 years old. Kinda thought I'd be married with a kid or two by now you know? I'm sorry okay, I'm just being stupid..."

"What's stupid about wanting children of your own?"

"Because I'm never going to have it am I?"

"Says who?" You took a deep breath.

"Look it's crazy okay, I'm just hormonal and crazy..."

"Okay you're not crazy y/n. Pretty sure it's normal to want children and marriage, I'm just an oddball!" He laughed. He'd made no secret of the fact he had no paternal instincts at all.

"Thing is... I don't want marriage. Not even a relationship.. just a baby. Still think I'm normal?"

"You might struggle there y/n.. I don't need to have 'the talk' with you, do I?" He smirked.

"No Cillian I'm well aware.. I was thinking of adoption maybe, or a sperm donor?"

"Admirable for the adoption route. Terrifying for the other one, you could end up with anything..."

"True. Kinda leaning more towards all of that though.. the feeling of carrying my own baby is just.. it's exciting I guess. I'm freaking you out, aren't I?"

"Strangely.. no. In fact, I have an idea."

"What?"

"You want a baby, but not a father, right?"

"Right."

"The dad doesn't need to be involved at all, ever, yeah?"

"Nope, never. I don't need help emotionally, financially, nothing."

"Well let's make a baby then." Your neck nearly snapped with the force you looked up at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?!"

"I have exactly what you're looking for, right? I have decent genes, copious amounts of sperm as you know very well," he smirked. You weren't laughing though.

"You're insane, you can't possibly think this is a good idea?"

"Why not? You've made it clear that you're not interested in a relationship - that's one of my boxes ticked. I get to have sex with you without a condom - second box ticked. I get to fuck a pregnant woman - third box ticked. Kinda been a fantasy for a while..." You raised an eyebrow at his last admission.

"Do we have a daddy kink, Cillian?"

"Yeah, without the desire to actually be a Daddy. Just the thought of you.. swollen belly.. breasts overflowing... Fuck y/n you'd look sexy as hell..." He made his way over to you, the bulge in his jeans evidence of his arousal at the thought of you being pregnant.

"And you'd sign over all parental rights to me?"

"Just tell me where to sign..." His hands cupped your face gently as he pushed his body against yours, backing you up towards your bedroom.

"No weirdness... No one would know the baby was yours?"

"No one..." He pulled at your t shirt, lifting it over your head before crashing his lips against yours, both of you falling onto the bed together as he pushed his erection against your core hard. Unhooking your bra and throwing it across the room, his lips found your nipple, sucking and nibbling on it as he pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs.

"Fuck.. Cillian.. you need to be sure about this..."

"Never been more sure of anything y/n.. I'm gonna put a baby in you... Let me put a baby in you..."

You gave in when his fingers entered you, pulling forward finding that one spot inside that only he could find. Your hips bucked against his hand as your eyes closed, mouth open gasping his name.

"Fuck I've missed this... Don't stop..." His lips were on your neck, leaving marks that your makeup artist wouldn't thank you for tomorrow but you didn't care in the slightest, the need in you too much.

"I need to feel you on me y/n... Come for me girl..." his fingers pulled harder and faster, sending you over the edge while his voice whispered in your ear. Within seconds of your orgasm he pushed his length inside you with a hard groan, lifting your leg over his elbow. Your nails digging into his shoulders as he thrust his hips, hitting that sensitive spot over and over again.

"Yes... Fuck yes baby fill me up..."

"You want this huh? Fuck you feel good bareback... I can feel all of you..."

"You feel so good Cillian... Filling me up... So fucking deep..."

"Fuck.. I'm gonna come... Jesus y/n..." The sensations too much, he spilled into you, you could feel ropes of his cum deep inside as your walls milked him for all he had. He fell onto your chest, pushing himself as deep inside as he could.

"I'm not letting any of this fall out... Need it to take... Stay on your back." You wrapped your legs around his waist, feeling him softening inside you.

"You really want to do this, don't you?"

"If it makes you happy, yes. You want a baby, I want to give you a baby. You don't want a father, I don't want to be one. I see no problem with any of this."

"And if the baby looks like you?"

"Crazy coincidence."

"If you change your mind?"

"About what? Being involved? I won't, trust me."

"Reckon we've made a baby tonight?"

"We may well have done. I still get to fuck you if we have, though, right?"

"Damn right you do - you're giving me a baby, least I can do is give you a pregnancy fuck to say thank you," you laughed as he pulled out slowly, kissing your lips then down to your belly.

"You better hurry up in there, I've got a fantasy to cash in on..." You batted him away laughing as he moved over to collect his clothes. He never stayed overnight, it would raise too much suspicion. He winked at you as you lay on the bed, and headed out the door smiling.

This might just work out, you smiled, curling under the sheets and drifting off, dreaming of your blue eyed baby.

#cillian fanfic #cillian smut #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian x pregnant reader

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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.

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