ashley is my mom

shiro had his mom’s name tattooed on his right arm but when he lost it he was so sad bc it was the only thing that kept him grounded when he was being prisoner but later when he goes back to earth the team helped pitch in money to get him a new one that they designed themselves and everyone including myself fucking cried

Great Comet Discourse

1. Baloika, Balagua, or Baloigua?

2. Broadway, Off-broadway, or both?

3. Danatole or Sonyakhov?

4. Dave Malloy, Josh Groban, Scott Stangland, or David Abeles?

5. Marynat or Natalene?

6. Opinion on “Grob@n moms” of twitter

7. Who’s your fave ensemble member?

8. What’s Sonya’s sexuality?

Meet The Family - Oliver Queen Imagine

Your POV

“I thought I was the one who supposed to be nervous and you calm, reassuring.” Oliver said, holding me against him. His eyes looking into mine.
“I know but, if they don’t like you it’s going to be weird at Christmas and stuff when I bring you around.” I rambled. He raised an eyebrow at me, “i’m freaking out aren’t I? I’m sorry Oliver.” I took a deep breath, “this last case with Team Arrow drained me.” I whispered.
He chuckled, “I think you have every reason to freak out.” He put my hand to his lips, kissing every knuckle. “just remember, I love you. Even if we have to sit through weird family events.” His arms wrapped around my waist.
I place my arms around his neck. I press my lips to his, whispering a faint I love you.

As we separate only one his arms leave my waist. His left hand ruffling his hair. While my left hand went to his right front pocket, pulling him closer.

I knocked on the door, “if my dad answers you are screwed.” I mutter.
“Thanks babe. You always know how to calm me down.” Oliver grins.
I laugh quietly. Catching the door before it hits the wall when my mom opens it.

My mom embraces me, “it’s been to long.” She scolds.
I grin, “I know. Work has been really busy.” I lie.
My mom eyes close in on the person behind me. “Mrs. Swift.” Oliver greets, holding his hand out.
My mom shakes his hand, “please call me Ashley. Mrs. Swift is my mother in law.”
“I have to say. I can see where Y/N gets her looks.” Oliver compliments.
I rolled my eyes, “I could never be as beautiful as my mom even with makeup.”
“I like you better with no makeup.” Oliver says. “Which is why, I hid your makeup bag again.”
I groaned, “again? Really?”

“I like him already.” A voice speaks up from the doorway.
“Sammy!” I grin. Running into his arms.
“Hey, babe.” Sammy mumbles into my hair as he rocks us back and forth.
I withdrew from Sam’s embrace and joined Oliver’s side. Introducing the two, “Oliver this is Sam. Sam meet Oliver, my boyfriend.”

They shake hands and give each other looks. Looks I can’t decipher.

“Sam, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“John, sorry. Your dad called us here to meet the boyfriend.” Sam looks away nervously, “he invited Tim.”

My body froze. Oliver stiffened besides me. Tim the man who abused me and left me for dead is here. My ex-boyfriend who left me for dead is here. Oliver puts himself slightly in front of me. Something he only does when he goes into protective mode.

“What’s wrong with Tim being here?” My mom asks, confused.
All she knows is that we ended. “He found out about the whole Gilinsky thing.” I lie.
My mom gives me a gentle smile, “I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, “it’s fine.” I look at Oliver.

Oliver, Sam, and Nate were the only ones who knew what happened. Nate and Sam had found me at my house. I told Oliver when we first started dating. He was confused about why I didn’t like yelling and being touched.

“I’m going to take a good guess and say that your dad wants you and Tim back together.” Oliver spoke.
“That’s not happening.” I tell him. “Now let’s pretend everything is fine and enjoy tonight.”
Everyone nodded.

My mom went through the door first. I pulled Sam back, “don’t let him near me, please.” I beg.
“Trust me. Between Nate, Oliver and me he won’t even be able to talk to you.”

We walk into the house. Catching up with my mom, who’s rattling off what you can eat and drink. San slid open the patio doors for us to walk through. I caught a glimpse of Tim in the corner of my eye and tensed. Oliver shifted so that he was infront of me, protecting me. I had only ever seen this side of him when he was in the hood and I was there. I reach forward and grab his hand, squeezing it. He relaxes a fraction.

“Come on, Oliver. You need to relax and act like you don’t want to beat his ass.” I whisper, as Sam and my mom walk away from us.
“But I do want to beat his ass.” Oliver groans, quietly.
“Everyone who knows wants to beat his ass. But, for everyone’s sake we don’t. Otherwise we will have a lot to explain.” I warn him.
Oliver sighs, taking a deep breath. He nods in agreement.

I move my hands from my sides to his face, resting them there. I raise my self on to my tip toes and give him a kiss. Breaking away from him only a few seconds later.

“Come on. You got to introduce me to everyone before we get called away.” Oliver smiles.
“You just had to jinx us.” I laugh.
“Oops.” He shrugs.
I roll my eyes, a huge grin on my face. I take his hand leading him to Johnson and Nate the only guys who could cook without needing supervision.

“Nate.” I hug him.
“Hey, lil’ mama.” Oliver raises his eyebrows at the nickname. “Sorry, bro. We all have nicknames for her.” Nate apologized.
“No. I don’t mind that. You just sound familiar is all. You sound like a rapper Y/N listens to.” Oliver explains.
“Everyone in this backyard with the exception of you and Tim have a music background. We all do something with music. Oh, my names Jack but they call me Johnson since there’s two of us.”
Oliver nodded, looking around. “My names Oliver.” He shakes hands with both Nate and Johnson.
“Don’t eat anything unless my mom, Nate, or Johnson has made it.” I tell him.
“Yeah. Everyone else here can’t cook.” Nate adds.
“That’s true.” Johnson agrees. “Can he cook?” Johnson adds.
“No.” I answer while Oliver says yes. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I can cook.” Oliver states, sounding offended.
“You can use the grill. Wait, I mean fire pit.”
“On the island we didn’t have stoves and ovens. All I had was a fire pit.”
I looked down feeling guilty. The island had always been a sensitive subject.
“Hey. It’s alright. I can talk about it somewhat.” Oliver reassures me.
I nod, “I’m going to introduce him to everyone else. He’s only met you fools, Sam and my mom.”
They nod, letting us leave the area.

“This isn’t so bad.” Oliver mutters.
“You are only saying that because my easing you into it.” I grin.
Oliver shrugs, “I’ve dealt with being on a island for five years-ish. I think I can handle your dad.”
“Sure.” I mumble.

I look around for Gilinsky but find everyone else. I head for Sam who’s getting a beer from the cooler.

“Where’s Gilinsky?” I ask him.
“He said something about not wanting to see you because of the fake reason Tim broke up with you.” Sam told me, popping the cap off. He held it out for me.
I shook my head.

“Are you ready to meet my dad?” I ask Oliver.
“No but yes.” Oliver answers, looking sort of nervous.
“You’ll be fine.” Sam says. “I’ve know John for a few years. You make Y/N happy, he’s not about to ruin that.”

I squeeze his hand. His grip on my hand tightening as we got closer to where my dad sat.

My dad got up as he saw us come closer. He gave me a hug. “You look beautiful.” He complimented.
“She always does.” A voice from behind my dad sounds.

“Tim.” I thought. That single thought had me scared.

“Thank you. Dad, this is my boyfriend, Oliver.” Oliver glares at me. He hated the term boyfriend. Especially since we had gotten married. Which is the whole purpose of us getting married.
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Swift. Y/N speaks highly of you, your wife, and friends.” Oliver speaks.
“It still shocks me that she left Tim for you. Someone who had never had to work a day in his life. My dad spoke. His words stinging both Oliver and me.
"John!” My mom yells shocked.
“It’s true Ashley, until I went on that island. I was on a island for five years by myself. Where I was tortured and forced to learn how to be a actually human being. I don’t have much to my name anymore. I prefer it that way.” Oliver says, shocking everyone.

It wasn’t until after Oliver finished that Sam and Nate were flanking me. Johnson was on Oliver’s left side. They were acting as body guards.

My dad ignored Oliver’s words, “honey, please go back to Tim. I can’t see why you are with him. Don’t you miss Tim?”
I start tearing up, “yeah. I just want to go back to the man that put me in a hospital. That put me through hell for three months. Yeah, that sounds great. Sounds like what every girl wants. A man who abuses her.” I snarl.
Tim glares at me, “I should’ve killed you when I had the chance.”

Right as the words slip from his mouth, Oliver punches him. Tim falls over, moaning and groaning in pain.

“You son of a bitch.” My dad says.
“Get out of here.” Oliver growls.
“Or what?” Tim coughs.
“I’ll put you in jail for abusing my wife and threatening to kill her.” Oliver tells him.

Tim hurried towards his car, leaving in less than a minute.

I turned towards Oliver. “I thought we were easing them into it. Not letting it slip that we got married.”
“It slipped.” Oliver defends.

“First, I want to say sorry to the both of you and second married?” My dad questions.
“We got married three months ago. We had talked about it. We had been tighter for I want to say six months by that time. Oliver asked me if I was free on April 15th. I said yes and asked why. When he told me that he had scheduled for us to go get married at the courthouse, I couldn’t be happier. We took Oliver’s best friend/body guard as a witness.” I tell everyone, aware of how fast our relationship went.
“Bodyguard?” My mom wonders.
“He’s a security measure my mom had put in place when I first got off the island. He’s stuck around ever since.” Oliver answers.

Oliver’s phone rings, “Diggle.” He greets. He waits for a reply, “yep. We can leave right now. Yeah we will be right out.” Oliver looks at my family, “a friend is in the hospital. She has some weird poison in her. She may not make it, I’m sorry to cut this short.” Oliver apologizes.
“It’s fine. I can’t blame you.” Johnson says.

As we headed back to Star City, Oliver turned to me, “it wasn’t that bad.”