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chloe-skywalker · 2 years

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Shy Love - Oliver Queen

Oliver x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 710

Requested: hello there! Can you do an Oliver queen imagine where the reader is in love with Oliver and shr struggles to tell him because she’s shy but he loves her to and finds it cute and finally kisses her and it’s really cute and fluffy. - @anon

Authors Note: sorry it took so long not really into Arrow or the Arrow-Verse anymore. Thank you for the request though hope you like it.

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“Then, have you seen-” Oliver stopped in his tracks upon seeing the girl he is secretly harboring feelings for and has been since before the boat accident. “Y/n.”

“Hey, Oliver.” Y/n smiled shyly, giving a small wave from Thea’s bed.

“Hi.” Oliver stuttered out, returning the gesture.

“What were you asking again, Oli?” Thea raised a brow with a small smirk on her lips.

“Huh? Oh yeah. Have you seen the keys to my bike?” Oliver shook out of his dazing awkwardness to ask what he originally came into ask.

“Nope. Haven’t seen him.” She responded with a slight shake of her head.

“Ok. Thanks anyway. See later y/n.” Oliver waved bye leaving the room.

“See you later, Oliver.” Y/n did the same.

“You are so in love with my brother.” Thea smiled mischievously as she stated once her brother was gone.

“What? No!” Y/n shook her head with wide eyes.

“Oh, yes you are. It’s fine. I would love for us to be sisters.” Thea smirked with a shrug.

“Thea. . .he doesn’t like me like that.” Y/n shook her head in disappointment.

“Oh, yes he does. Trust me, he does.” Thea stated confidently. She knew her brother and he definitely liked Y/n.

^ ^ ^

“You know Y/n has a crush on you, right?” Thea asked he, brother, over dinner sitting in Oliver’s room eating Big Belly Burger.

“Yup.” Oliver nodded, he knew that she liked him. Sometimes it was very obvious.

“Then why haven’t you done anything about it? I can tell you like her back. I’d even go as far as to say you might love her.” Thea asked, men could be so stupid she thought. He knows she likes him, and he likes her so why not do something about it?

“I think I love her.” Oliver muttered looking down at his food in thought.

“Oh my GOD! You have to tell her!” Thea exclaimed excitedly.

“But it’s fun watching her be shy about it.” he smiled letting out a light laugh. He loved teasing Y/n, her reactions were always cute to watch. Although he’s not much better sometimes.

“Oliver! That’s cruel. You need to tell her.” Then glared at him.

“I will, I will. I’ll tell her later.” Oliver nodded to get his sister to stop giving him the evil eye.

“Do it. Tonight.” Thea stated pointing at him. Oliver knew he should do it tonight, it’s been long enough.

^ ^ ^

Oliver decided to go over to y/n’s apartment, which in hindsight might not have been the best idea. At least the way he decided to use the window instead of the door. Which resulted in Y/n screaming.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Oliver said holding his hands up in show of he meant no harm.

“It’s ok, Oliver. Jeez though, can’t you use doors?” Y/n laughed waving him off while the other hand held her chest, since her heart was still beating really fast from the scare.

“What are you working on?” Oliver asked walking over to where she sat at her work desk.

“A new type of arrow for you and Roy. It should tear through the muscle and lock on.” She explained as she continued to put the new arrowhead together.

“Nice.” Oliver nodded, it sounded painful maybe the criminals would stop after being shot with one of these.

“Did you need something?” Y/n asked, digging through her shelves for something.

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” Oliver shifted his feet.

“Oh- ok? Uh, shoot.” Y/n glanced at him nervously.

“I like you.” He blurted out watching her closely to see her reaction.

“Huh?” Y/n looked over at him with wide eyes, shocked at his confession.

“I like you, y/n. Actually, I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you. An I’m pretty sure or at least hoping you feel the same.” Oliver walked close to her reaching out to hold her hand.

“I do. You liking me is hard to believe but, yes I do love you as well.” Y/n smiled up at the Arrow shooting vigilante. Both smiling that now the other knew about each other’s feelings. Maybe now things could progress between them.

#x reader #y/n #imagines #imagine #arrow #the green arrow #arrow imagines #arrow imagine #oliver queen #oliver queen imagines #oliver queen imagine #oliver queen x reader #arrow-verse #thea queen

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Being friends with benefits with Bruce, Nightwing, Red Hood and Oliver Queen?

Ah I don't many requests like this for the DC characters. But I feel like I should definitely branch out.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Oliver Queen x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, friends with benefits, hickies, cock riding, aftercare, rough sex, cunnilingus, everyone here is bad at feelings

A/N: I have some ideas for fwb with other fandoms too. Reblog, comment and all that good stuff and let me know what you think. Also DM me if you'd to get on my DC taglist.

Bruce doesn't really do friends with benefits. With him you're either in a committed relationship or you're casual. If you're his friend and you're having sex then assume you've already moved into girlfriend territory. There's no way he can look deeply into your eyes while having sex with you every night and not fall for you. He can't resist you, so you should expect that after every rough pounding there must come gentle cuddles, a very little words. When he goes really rough on you he likes to cool and wash your body with a towel, maybe leaving a few more hickies in the process, not possessive, just admiring you.

Jason likes the arrangement a lot because he doesn't have to lose you as a friend but he also doesn't have to pretend that he's not attracted to you. He's seen you openly gawking at him, he likes it, a lot and at those times he will show off a little extra just to turn you on and afterwards get on his knees to finish what he started. God you taste good on his tongue. Ride his mouth, he can take it, he can hold your legs on his shoulders all night if needed, he just wants to hear you moan for him and be free to leave afterwards with no strings attached, other then your friendship but that's a whole other story.

Dick would agree to it and like it at first but would catch feelings pretty fast. He's already very affectionate towards you and sex just amplified those emotions. It became clear to him that this type of relationship won't work. But he also doesn't want to lose you as a friend. He's conflicted, he fucks you harder then he ever has before, trying to get rid of these feelings before they overwhelm him. He can't stop, he's not getting soft, he just keeps on going until you push him away because your pussy feels so sore. Only then does he notice how many rounds it has been. He didn't mean to go this hard, he just... loves you. There he said it, finally. He's been doing it all backwards and now, now he wants you for real, sex, love, romance all of it.

Oliver has had many friends with benefits in the past. Of course he has, so he figures that it'll be no different with you. Hanging out with you, laughing and throwing jabs at each other one minute, and the next you're on top of him, riding his cock, moaning how amazing he feels, he can't help buckle under your praise, to want to give you everything. Except that wasn't how it should go, you should fuck, leave, and then act casual, that's how it always is. Just casual. No strings attached. Either he underestimated how good your pussy feels or he has a bigger heart then cock because he is giving you heart eyes when you're laying next to each other, happy and spent.

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jupiter-letters · 3 months

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Dating Oliver Queen would include:

Fem!Reader or GN!Reader TW: Suggestive content

A/N: There is not enough oliver queen fics on the internet like this man is so fine. 😩😩😩 You guys need to wake up and appreciate him I'm so serious. This is gonna be based off comic/jlu oliver since I don't rock with the live action one. We don't like live action counter parts in these parts.

In the beginning it doesn't take much for him to work up the courage to ask you out. You weren't having it at first given his reputation, all the girls and boys couldn't get enough of Oliver Queen. This inital skepticism in his motives leads to him trying to win you over, aka impressing you. This results in a cute little back and forth with you two. Him going bigger and bigger with his gestures and you shaking your head amused at his antics. You do cave eventually seeing how far he'll go to get your attention.

You can't go on missions with him at all. At first he's taking everything as seriously as he's supposed to but, the last half he's fooling around.

God forbid it's a stakeout, yeah you both need to keep a look out but he just wants to kiss you for 5 minutes that's all. He teases you about it too he's so annoying. He'll get real close when you're looking out your binoculars and whisper in your ear, "Come on honey you know you wanna kiss me." wink wink nudge nudge. Of course you end up making out on a rooftop only stopping when an explosion goes off in the distance.

He loves taking you on trips, spoiling you in general. Even if you insist you don't need anything he just likes giving you stuff. You need new headphones? Got it. You need a new car, say no more he's got it.

When things get difficult he likes to try to joke just to see you smile, or elevate some tension. Oliver isn't the type of guy to do nothing when his partner is feeling down. He at his core is very proactive, if the jokes don't work he'll make your favorite drink or take you for a drive.

If you are a superhero/vigilante, he makes sure he gets paired up with you so he can have your back. Powers or no powers he doesn't want you to go alone. If you're a civilian, he checks in on you during missions. He could be mid-fight and call you about how your day was. "So....What are you wearing?" SMASH! CRASH! SHATTER! "Hang on one sec honey!" When he does get injured he tries to play it off like it's not as bad as it actually is. He'll melt when you take of his injuries, he'll never be quieter than when you do that.

He really doesn't like to sleep without you, some nights he gets nightmares about being back on the island. You're always there to comfort him after, being able to hold you when you both sleep is very grounding for him. Being able to wake up next to you is best part of his day, he likes to sneak off while you're sleeping and make pancakes.

Having to go with him undercover to gather intel, he going to have a very hard time concentrating when you get dressed up. He's having a conversation with Bruce and Dick when you walk in. As soon as you come into his view his mind goes blank for a moment. Dick has to snap his fingers in front of Oliver's face to bring him back to Earth. He CANNOT be away from you all night after that, of course you get the info you need but he won't stop complimenting you.

"Yeah I agree with you gorgeous." "Of course beautiful, duly noted." "Creeps like that aren't coming anywhere near you pretty." "You might be too smart for me good-looking." "I can't wait to get out of here you look stunning tonight."

He is your biggest fan, when he wants to make a decision he asks for your input. In the watchtower and the hall of justice, during mission briefings he makes sure you can voice your opinion uninterrupted. He'll even buy merch of your superhero logo, you might walk into his mansion and see him wearing a shirt with your logo on it. Oliver may even get you a green arrow shirt and look at you like this 🥺🥺 to get you to wear it.

Thanks for reading! Lemme know what you think. Please like or reblog if you like my stuff.

#oliver queen x reader #green arrow x reader #dc comics headcanons #dc comics x reader #justice league x reader #justice league unlimited imagines #~⋆｡°tales from the dreaming #dcau x reader #reader insert #dc animated imagine

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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People that headcanon Oliver and Bruce as childhood friends forget what that ACTUALLY MEANS if you see Bruce as Battison. Kid Oliver protecting his anxious quiet friend from bullies in rich kid boarding school because nobody gets to call Bruce a weirdo but HIM okay? Them drifting apart as adult life tears them away but Oliver making time to check on Bruce even when Bruce only retreats farther into himself.

Oliver looking at the new guy running around saving people dressed as a bat in Gotham and being like "oh my god that's little Brucie" (<- Oliver's barely a year older but he knows it irritates Bruce when he calls him that so it stuck) He KNOWS that bat obsession and that quiet voice and that damn DARK EYESHADOW and that FUCKING DRAMA and he rolls up at Wayne Manor like "Bruce I know I said you should branch out more but THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT??"

Oliver's fine with it, though. Bruce is...himself, in the cowl. He takes up space in a way he doesn't as Bruce Wayne, he allows himself to take space in a way he doesn't as Bruce Wayne. It's the most comfortable he's ever seen Bruce in his own skin.

That doesn't mean that he isn't going to use this as an excuse to come to the Manor univited and ruthlessly bully him whenever possible though

LITTLE BRUCIE I DIE -

Listen. Listen. Oliver was 100% the extroverted friend who Bruce, in exceptional cases where he's actually bullied enough to go, follows at parties and holds Oliver's hand the whole time

People think they're dating bc of it, which Ollie doesn't mind, bc honestly? Bruce is the youngest person there; He's alone and needs guidance and he's in a vicious, relentless state of gilded innocence and ruined youth. If Oliver has to " sacrifice his reputation" by being Bruce's boyfriend, he will

Bruce scowls at that, " You don't have to stay around. I'm not fragile."

" Neither is Gotham," a shrug " Why still protect it?" Bruce does not have an answer for that, but he will, some day, Ollie hopes.

LITERALLY you cannot convince me Ollie isn't the Dick to Bruce's (softer, awkward) Jason. Oliver carries around pics of Bruce just doing cute/cringy things, and even if they've been apart, Oliver talks about him whenever he has the chance

" Oh yeah, my baby brother still lives in Gotham. Don't ask why, I stopped a long time ago" and " My baby brother adopted 3 orphans, and I'm like, my brother in christ, you can't even use a microwave"

(And tbh as someone's who's very much not on the " Bruce wayne is actually the mask" team, I'd maybe phrase the last part as Bruce gaining confidence through Batman?? But that's just me sjsj)

Anyway Billionaire Bros my beloved <3

#bruce wayne #batman #oliver queen #green arrow #arrowbat #platonic batarrow #dc #dc imagines #battinson #writing #text post #bruce wayne protection squad #MAKE THIS A TAG COWARDS

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thebisexualdogdad · 9 months

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Restrained - Oliver Queen x male!reader

For @inhumanshadows

*Rafa Silva used as fancast*

"Is this too tight?" You ask, Oliver wiggling around in the ropes strapped across his body.

"Nope it's perfect," he replies excitedly.

You knot off the rope that starts at his chest, going down to his stomach, then his thighs, legs, ankles and back up to his chest again.

You help him settle comfortably in bed, putting his hands up to the bedframe and cuffing him into place.

"Remember the safe word baby, say nectarine and I'll stop," you tell him and he nods in agreement.

You kiss him sweetly before traveling down to his neck, Oliver sighing when you bite down on his shoulder.

By the time you reach his chest he's already tugging on the handcuffs as you lick and suck all along his chest before finally taking one of his nipples between your lips.

You spend some time alternating between his nipples getting them nice and hard, his cock now standing tall and twitching in the air.

"Y/N please," he grunts desperate for you to touch him where he needs you most.

"We're not there yet Ollie," you tease, moving down to his abs, kissing the scars that he's earned over the years.

His abs clench, his cock gently slapping against your cheek from this angle making you grin.

When you reach his pelvis he thinks your finally going to take him in your mouth but you skip over right to his thighs.

"Fuck," he grunts in frustration.

"So close," you taunt, spreading his thigh apart and ravishing them just like you have been the rest of his body.

Cum is leaking from the tip of his cock, dripping down, he feels the rope burns forming and it makes him struggle harder.

"I think I've tortured you enough," you say after spending ten minutes leaving marks all over his thighs.

His breath hitches when you lick up the shaft of his throbbing cock, sucking on the tip which makes him tugs harshly on the handcuffs, pleasurably hurting his wrists.

You bob your head expertly, taking him all the way to the back of your throat without gagging.

The ropes keep him restrained as he squirms, suddenly feeling you squeeze and play with his balls.

His eyes roll back when he cums straight down your throat, a string of curse words coming from him above you.

You delightfully swallow it all and climb on top of him, settling on his waist with Oliver writhing in the ropes, rutting his hips upwards for contact.

Placing your hands on his chest you rub your ass against his cock and he groans as he starts to get hard again.

Reaching behind you, you raise your hips up just enough to guide his cock inside you and he moans loudly when you start slowly rolling your hips while you adjust to him.

You put one hand around his throat, squeezing firmly while the other starts twisting and tugging on his nipples.

The ropes binding him feel like they are getting tighter when the slow rolling of your hips turns into fast paced rhythmic bouncing but it feels like heaven to him.

He wants to touch you so badly but the handcuffs keeping his hands above his head are denying him so instead he watches your cock swinging around while you ride him.

Your own release is approaching so you let go of his throat and quickly jerk yourself off until you are cumming all over his chest and face.

"Fuck I'm cumming Oliver!" You cry out never stopping your pace to prolong your climax.

Hearing you scream his name like that takes him over the edge and this second orgasm hits him like a tidal wave, cumming deep inside you.

When you finally slow your movements you lean down, licking your cum off his chest and straight up to his cheek where some remnants landed.

"Y/N," he mutters, chest heaving as the fatigue starts to set in.

"You okay baby?" You ask him, noticing his eyes looking hazy.

"I'm tired but in the best way," he chuckles softly.

"Let me get these ropes off of you, after I clean you up you can get some much deserved rest," you say, first taking off the handcuffs before moving to the ropes.

As you undo the ropes there's red burns all over his skin that blend in with his scars and you gently kiss them to soothe him.

He hums and smiles, looking down at you, "I love you Y/N,"

"I love you too Ollie," you smile back at him.

#dc imagine #oliver queen imagine #oliver queen x reader #oliver queen x male reader #x male reader #fic

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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DC characters and what kind of yandere I think they would be

Let me know what other characters you want me to add.

Some of my headcanons probably wont fit other well-known ones in the dc fandom, but it is what it is.

Ill be basing the different kinds of yanderes off this post.

Bruce Wayne: Overprotective, manipulative. delusional, depending on the situation.

Dick Grayson: Obsessive and possessive.

Jason Todd: Clingy and obsessive.

Tim Drake: Delusional and obsessive.

Damian Wayne: Possessive and clingy.

Clark Kent: Overprotective and clingy.

Conner Kent/Kon-El: Impulsive and obsessive.

Jonathan “Jon” Kent: Clingy and impulsive.

Hal Jordan: Delusional and obsessive.

Kyle Rayner: Obsessive and clingy.

Guy Gardner: Impulsive and possessive.

Barry Allen: Delusional and overprotective.

Wally West: Obsessive and possessive.

Bart Allen: Impulsive and delusional.

Oliver Queen: Overprotective and manipulative.

Roy Harper: Possessive and overprotective.

Michael Jon Carter: Delusional and obsessive.

Ted Kord: Overprotective and clingy.

Slade Wilson: Impulsive and sadistic.

Eobard Thawne: Sadistic and self-indulgent.

Harvey Dent: Obsessive and overprotective.

Killer Croc/Waylon Jones: Possessive and impulsive.

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book-place · 1 year

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Paradise

Warnings: arrow s1 spoilers, mentions of death, nightmares, weapons, violence, cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Oliver Queen x sister reader, Thea Queen x sister reader, Moira Queen x daughter reader

*not my gif*

Summary: When that yacht went down, you lost everything. But now, Oliver is back

A/N: Welcome to book place’s one year event!!

Inspired by: Paradise by Coldplay

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

When she was just a girl, she expected the world

“Have fun,” You smiled as you hugged your father, turning your head to place a kiss on his cheek.

He matched your smile, hugging you back tightly, “Don’t get too comfortable around here without us,” He teased, “We’ll be back before you know it.”

“We’re counting on it.” Your mother said with a smile, watching as her husband turned to her with a large grin.

As the two of them said goodbye, you turned towards your twin brother, and you scoffed playfully, “Just get out of here.” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hold back the smile that broke out on your face.

He matched your sarcasm by crossing his arms over his chest and lightly glaring at you, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll miss you too.”

The grin widened on your face and you took a step forward, wrapping your arms around Oliver’s torso as he hugged you back in return.

Your brother turned his head slightly and planted a kiss on the side of your head in his own farewell.

“Make sure the yacht doesn’t sink.” You joked, not quite understanding the power behind your words.

“Don’t worry,” Oliver reached out and teasingly ruffled your hair, “I know how to swim.”

But it flew away from her reach

“-and then the boat went down,” The officer in front of you had his hat off and he stared at the three of you sympathetically.

Immediately, Thea fell against your mother with a loud cry leaving her lips as tears began to roll down her face like a waterfall. Moira tightly grasped onto her and held her to her chest while they sobbed together for the loss of your father and brother.

But you stood there, feet rooted in place and heart frozen over, you were sure that it had stopped beating.

Your brother- your twin brother- was dead. Your other half was gone. And though the two of you didn’t always see eye to eye on everything, you were still each other's best friend. You knew everything about each other and now that he was gone, you were certain that you would fade away into nothing.

Because without Oliver, where did you stand? How could you be expected to walk through life without your partner in crime by your side?

You were barely able to register the way your mother moved to wrap an arm around you, and how her and Thea clung to you. But you were still yet to move, to show any sign of what you were feeling, to look away from the officer.

“I understand that this is a lot to take in-“ He didn’t even finish his sentence before you slammed the door in his face.

Thea and your mother whipped their heads up and their lips parted in shock to see your arm still outstretched to where you closed the door.

Without a word, you shrugged off their hands and turned on your heel and walked away.

So she ran away in her sleep

“At least take a moment to think about this,” Moiras voice was desperate, begging, “We barely just had a their funeral, I don’t think you’re in the right state of mind-“

You cut her off as you slammed down the top of your suitcase and leveled a glare at her, “I am in the right frame of mind,” You moved around her to begin collecting things off of your desk and placing them in a bag, “And what I’m thinking is that I need to get the hell out of the place that’s reminding me so much of my dead father and twin brother.”

The words made her recoil, as if struck, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You had spoken the truth, it hurt more to stay in a place that reminded you so much of them than not.

“You can’t just leave your family at a time like this,” She whispered, eyes filling up with tears.

It seemed like all of you had cried enough tears to last a lifetime after the reality of the situation had finally crashed over you at the funeral and you had broken down in a pile of sobs. You were surprised to see that she could still cry, you had thought that all three of you would have long since run out of tears.

Finally, you sighed and gently placed your bag down, softening at your mothers voice and making your way over to where she stood before wrapping your arms around her, “It’ll be alright,” It was an empty promise, and you both knew it.

She sniffled, holding you against her tightly and whispering in your ear, “Where are you even going?”

You cleared your throat, slowly pulling away, “I don’t know yet.” You answered honestly, “But I promise I’ll call you soon to let you know I’m alright.”

There was hesitation and fear clear as day present in her face, but you paid it no mind as you picked your bags up and made your way out of the room, bidding her one last farewell.

You froze in your steps though when you sucked in a sharp breath. Thea was standing right outside your door, staring up at you with those wide eyes of hers.

“Where are you going?” She asked softly.

A sigh left your lips and you gently brought the girl in for a hug, “I just have to go away for a little while, Thea,” You whispered, “I need to clear my head.”

She bit down on her lip and averted her gaze from your own, “For how long?”

“I don’t know. But I promise, I will be back.”

Dreamed of para-para-paradise

Your eyes snapped open and you flew up into a sitting position, breathing coming out rapidly and in gasping spurts.

It had been three years since the yacht went down and you were still yet to come home after all that time. You had moved to a nearby city, only communicating with your family every so often to let them know that you were still alright.

But no matter how much time passed, you could never shake that feeling of wrongness.

Somewhere inside you, against every bone of better judgment, you believed that Oliver was still alive. You knew it was wrong and you knew that it was nothing but false hope. But no matter what you tried, no matter how much you begged yourself to move on, you couldn’t.

How could you? After being told what had happened and it was as if half of your soul had been ripped out?

The nightmares began the day you recived the news. Senerios flashing in your mind of what could have happened. Of all the different painful ways your brother could have died. Your mind was a never ending torment of the whole thing.

Once you were finally able to get your breathing under control, you dropped your head into your hands and ran them down your face with a groan.

Your head picked up after a moment and your eyes subconsciously found the small picture frame that sat on your beside table.

In it, Oliver had his arm slung over your shoulder with a wide grin as you doubled over laughing at something that he undoubtedly said. It was your sixteenth birthday and you both looked so happy, so free. So oblivious to what was to come.

It had taken you about two and a half years before you could put that picture up without feeling like you were painfully being stabbed in the heart. But even now, it wasn’t the easiest thing to look at.

Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise

Five years. That’s how long it’s been. That’s how much time passed and you had finally, after all these years, begun to learn how to burden your pain correctly. How to be able to still live your life without him by your side.

That’s why you decided to return home for the first time since the funeral.

Just a few days ago, you had called home with the news and both your mother and Thea seemed ecstatic, much to your relief. You had been worried that they would scoff and turn their noses up at you that you were finally coming back after all these years of pushing them away.

It wouldn’t be a permanent move, just for a few days, to see how things were. Because despite everything you had been through in the last few years, you still had a life that you built in your new home for yourself, and you weren’t quite ready to abandon it entirely.

Now, as you stood, staring up at your childhood home, the one you had almost never dreamed of returning to, you were hit with a wave of reluctance.

What if too much had changed over the years? What if your family had just felt inclined to allow you back, only doing so because of the guilt that they felt?

You nawed on your bottom lip as you contemplated the possibilities, but ultimately came to the conclusion that you needed to get over yourself and you confidently pushed the door open with slightly more force than was probably necessary.

“Y/n?” Thea’s voice bounced off the walls and reached your ears the second you stepped into the entryway.

Quickly, your head snapped over to where your sister who was not so little anymore and smiling brightly, came bounding down the stairs and flinging herself across the room to come crashing into your arms.

“Thea,” You breathed out, allowing your eyes to flutter shut in contempt as you hugged her tightly to your chest. You had missed her far too much.

A new voice- more like a gasp- reached your ears and you opened your eyes to come face to face with your mother.

Quietly, Thea slipped out of your hold and stepped back to give you and your mother a moment.

Moira brought a shaky hand up to her mouth as tears filled in her eyes. It was almost as if she hadn’t expected you to actually come today.

“Hey, mom,” You greeted quietly, being the one to take the striding steps to meet her where she stood in the doorway and wrap your arms around her.

“Oh,” She breathed out, hugging you to her tightly and placing a tearful kiss on the side of your head, “I missed you so much, sweetheart.”

Every time she closed her eyes

You let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back and letting your eyes crinkle up as giggles left your mothers and sisters lips as well at the story Moira had just told.

The three of you were sitting around the dining room table, chatting about what had happened in the last five years and eating lunch.

At first, you thought it would be an awkward and stiff conversation, but you soon realized that your family missed you just as much as you had missed them, so you were able to flow into a lunch that consisted of laughter and catching up.

“Ma’am,” A voice tentatively called out from the doorway, a worker stood there hesitantly, seemingly embarrassed for interrupting, “There’s a phone call for you.”

Moira was still sobering up her chuckles as she answered, “Take a message and tell them I’ll get back to them as soon as I can.”

“Ma’am,” She said again, a little bit more confident this time, “It’s the hospital.”

All three of you fell into complete silence as the words dawned on you. The only family you still had was sitting in this room, so what could they want?

Wordlessly, your mother stood up and followed the worker out of the room, leaving you and Thea to share a worried glance behind her back.

A few moments later, you heard a sharp gasp come from the direction and you and your sister immediately shot to your feet and rushed into the room.

Your mother stood in the middle of the room with a phone grasped tightly in her hand and tears flowing freely down her face with a hand placed over her mouth for the second time that day.

“Mom? Mom?” Panic began settling in the pit of your stomach as you hurried to her side and gently took a hold of one of her shoulders, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Painfully slow, she turned her body to face you and over her shoulder you could see Thea watching the two of you with worry.

Your mother then breathed out the one thing that made your heart stop.

“Oliver…”

“Ollie?” Thea came to your side, “What about him?”

“He’s… he’s alive.” Moira cried out, dropping the phone onto the carpeted floor and throwing her arms around the two of you.

But you were frozen in shock.

Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was alive. Oliver was-

“Oh my god,” You sobbed out, legs giving out and falling to the floor. You could no longer support yourself.

He was alive.

When she was just a girl she expected the world

“He’s right through here,” You barely even registered the doctor's words as he led you through the halls, “But just be careful Mrs and Miss Queen, this isn’t the same Oliver that you lost.”

Forcefully, Moira made herself plant her feet as she watched you practically float through the air and towards the door that had just been guestered to. As much as she longed to follow after you, she knew that you needed more than anyone to go in before a single other person could see him. She owed you that much.

For some incomprehensible reason, your mind was completely blank, almost as if you had gone into autopilot. Nothing of what you had done as soon as you heard the news had been by your own free will. It was as if something had possessed you and tossed your conscience to the side.

You opened the door and took a step inside. The snapping sound of it closing seemed to finally break you out of whatever trance you had been placed in and you blinked once. Twice.

A very tall figure that stood with his back facing towards you turned around at the sound, and you felt like you were going to pass out.

He was Oliver Jonas Queen, there was no doubt about it, but he had changed so much. He was taller, more muscular, so much more mature looking.

There was something behind those stunning blue eyes of his that automatically led you to believe that he had become a guarded man, holding secrets that you couldn’t even begin to guess.

Something about being on that island- as you had briefly been informed on the way over- had changed him. The only thing you couldn’t tell from a single glance was if it was for better or worse.

“Ollie,” You breathed out. It was the only thing that you could say.

“N/n,” He smiled softly, striding across the room and gently wrapped his strong arms around you.

“I-I-“ You stuttered incomprehensibly before throwing your arms around his torso in a desperate manner, “Ollie-“ You sobbed into his chest, a fresh set of tears emerging from your eyes and staining his- no doubt- new shirt.

He didn’t seem to care in the slightest though, only strengthening his hold around you, letting out an almost inaudible sigh of contentment as he did so.

“You’re here,” You whispered, almost as if saying the words aloud would send him away again, making him disappear into nothing.

“I’m here.” He repeated, placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’m here.” There was such intensity in his relief that you began to fear all the things he had been forced to go through.

You pulled away with a tearful smile, the first genuine one that you wore since before his disappearance and cupped his cheek with a disbelieving laugh, “You’re really here.”

But it flew away from her reach

“Thea?” You knocked on her open door and stuck your head in with a wide grin, “It’s time for dinner, you coming?”

She snapped her head up from staring at her hands from where she sat on her bed and you immediately realized the way her eyes were red and puffy, cheeks stained with tear marks.

Worry grasped onto your body and wrapped itself around you as you automatically rushed to her side and crouched down before her, older sister instincts kicking in, “Hey, hey,” You said softly, “What is it? What’s wrong?”

Your sister shook her head, chuckling tearfully and wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, “No, nothing. I’m just so happy.”

A smile of relief grew on your face when you realized that she was alright and you reached up to gently swipe a stray piece of hair away from her eyes, “I know, I am too.”

“It’s just- I finally have both of my siblings back.” She breathed out with a wide grin.

Your smile, however, faltered at her words, “What do you mean?” You asked quietly.

Her eyes flitted up to you and she bit down on her lip guiltily when she realized what she said and she shrugged, “No, it- it’s just- it always felt like I lost both you and Oliver when his ship went down.”

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach and your breath caught in your throat, “Oh, Thea-“

“I’m not trying to make you upset,” She immediately rushed out, “It’s just- you left right after Oliver disappeared and it just felt like both of you had died even though I knew that you hadn’t.”

Tears of your own began to fill your eyes, one of sadness for the first time that day, “I’m so sorry.” You whispered, “I never- never meant to do that to you, Thea. I-I just couldn’t stay after everything-“

“And I know that,” She gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand, “I know that you had to do what you had to do. I’m just happy that you’re both back.”

A smiled sadly, moving another piece of hair behind her hair, “I am too.”

And the bullets catch in her teeth

“Come on, you have to admit, that was fun.” You spoke with a large smile as you swung your arm around and linked it with your twin brothers.

Oliver smiled, placing his hands in his pockets with his arm still wrapped around yours, “It was.” He agreed.

The two of you had just gone out to lunch with Tommy, figuring that it would be best for all three of you to catch up at the same time, given that you all used to be- and still are- best friends.

You turned down an alleyway to take a shortcut to where you parked your car, happily chatting away with one another.

Ever since he got back, the two of you hardly left each other's sides. It felt more comfortable- safer- to be in the vicinity of each other whenever you could. Almost as if that would lessen the chances of the other being taken away once more.

“Freeze!” A deep voice sounded behind you all of a sudden, and you both halted in your steps, “Now turn around with your hands up.”

Quickly, your panic filled eyes flitted over to Oliver, making brief eye contact with him and he gave a subtle nod of his head to let you know to do as was said.

You both turned on your heels with your arms partially raised, and your breath caught in your throat when you caught sight of a man pointing a gun straight at you two with a ski mask pulled over his face.

“Give me your wallets.” He demanded.

No. No. No. No. No. No-

This couldn’t be happening. You just got Oliver back, you would not let anything take him away from you once again.

Quickly, you reached into your pocket and pulled out your wallet, drawing the man’s attention away from your brother long enough for him to shift his body in front of yours slightly.

You stuck your arm out to hand it to the man, and when he moved the gun into one hand and began to reach for it, Oliver quickly stuck his own arm out, slamming his fist into the side of the man’s face.

You stumbled back as the man’s eyes rolled back and he fell unceremoniously to the ground. Knocked out cold before he even hit the pavement.

Oliver let out a sigh through his nose, not even flinching upon the impact of his fist with the man’s jaw before turning back towards you.

“Are you okay?” He asked worriedly, eyes scanning over you for any sign of injury.

All you could manage was a small nod of assurance.

Before the island, the only fights Oliver ever got in were bar fights. Ones filled with sloppy punches and slurred insults. Never had he ever actually learned how to fight for real, let alone know how to punch a man out cold in one go and not look even remotely fazed.

“What happened to you on that island?”

It was the dreaded question. The ‘do not go there’ topic. Something that every single person had been avoiding since his return.

The man stiffened in front of you, “I don’t want to talk about the island.”

There was that look again. The one you saw in the hospital when you first went to retrieve him. That guarded, cold look that held secrets that clearly had restricted access.

“We have to at some point,” Your voice was now coming out as begging, “It can’t be healthy to keep all that bottled up! God knows what you were forced to go through. And I just want to help-“

“You can help by leaving it alone.” He snapped.

At his words, your spine snapped upright and a hard look of your own overcame your features, “Fine.” You said in a cold tone that could rival his.

All at once, he softened and ran a hand down his face with a sigh, “Look, I’m sorry, n/n. It’s just-“ He took a stuttered breath, “It’s just a lot.”

You softened as well, “I know that,” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “And I’m not trying to force it out of you. I just want to be here if you need to talk about it.”

“I know,” He walked over and hugged you, “I know. And I appreciate that, n/n, I really do.”

Life goes on, it gets so heavy

“I feel like I don’t even know you anymore, Oliver!” You shouted.

Ever since that day in the alleyway, something seemed to change in your twin brother. No longer did he stick by you every available moment, he now distanced himself from you- from everybody.

“You’re always running off to god knows where, doing god knows what!” You continued, feelings anger and betrayal and nervousness rising inside of you, “We just got you back, and you seem hell bent on making us lose you again!”

Oliver stood stiffly across from you in the living room, arms crossed over his chest and head bowed to the floor. Not once did he shout back, he just took your words with that guarded exterior of his.

“Just talk to me!” You begged now, “I’m not asking you to tell me about those five years- that’s your own business to tell at your own leisure. But I’m your twin sister for god's sake! Tell me what’s going on with you now- in the present.”

“It’s… complicated.” He finally spoke and raised his head to meet your burning gaze, “I promise, I’m only trying to protect you-“

You let out a loud scoff, throwing your arms up mockingly, “Yeah, sure feels like it!”

Anger finally seeped through his mask and painted his features, “What do you want me to say, Y/n? What- you want me to be the same person that I was before the island? You want us to tell each other everything again as if we aren’t grown fucking adults?” His voice gradually raised throughout his small speech until you physically flinched back at the volume of it.

Both of you stood, chests heaving up and down in short pants as you tried to catch your breaths, and for a few moments, that was the only sound echoing in the vast room.

“Fine.” It was your turn to put on a cold exterior, “Fine, you’re right, Oliver. We don’t know each other and we don’t have to. Why would we? We’re ‘grown fucking adults’. We don’t need each other anymore. We’re not children.”

His arms dropped to his sides, “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”

You shook your head and backed up, holding your hands up in surrender, “No, no. I think that’s exactly what you meant.”

“Y/n-“ He called, but it was too late. You had already stormed out of the room.

The wheel breaks the butterfly

“How did you know I’d be up here?” You mumbled, not lifting your head from where it rested upon your knees that were pulled to your chest.

Moira sighed, carefully lowering herself to sit beside you on the roof, “You used to come up here all the time whenever you and your brother got into a fight.”

You winced slightly, “You heard that?”

She hummed, “Put on quite a show for me and Thea… while on the other side of the house.”

“Sorry about that,” You whispered, taking your sleeve and rubbing the tear stains off your face.

“Oh,” She breathed out sympathetically, reaching over and rubbing your back comfortingly, “It’s alright, sweetheart. You both just said some things you didn’t mean, nothing you can’t come back from.”

You looked at her uncertainty, “Are you sure? We were both pretty brutal.”

Your mother wrapped her arm around your shoulder and allowed you to rest your head on her own, “That’s true, but you and I both know that you two can’t go very long in an argument without making up.”

“I know that,” You whispered, “But that was before. We’re both different people now.”

You missed the way she lifted her head to look at the window she had just crawled out of to come see you, “That’s true. I don't think either of you could last in your arguments as long as you used to.”

Confusion overtook your features and you turned your head up to her with furrowed eyebrows, but her eyes were trained elsewhere. You followed her line of vision and paused. Oliver stood on the roof, looking as if he had just climbed out.

Moira left a lingering kiss on the top of your head before walking back into the house, offering your brother a reassuring smile on her way.

Wordlessly, Oliver sat down beside you, staring out at the garden that you could overlook from where you were perched.

At the same time, you both turned to each other and synchronously said, “I’m sorry.”

You chuckled slightly when you did so, each relaxing slightly.

“I didn’t mean it- any of it.” Oliver said, turning apologetic.

“I know,” You stated, “Neither did I. It’s- it’s just that after everything we went through-“

He cut you off by wrapping an arm around your shoulders like your mother just had and pulling you into his side. Oliver dipped his head to give you a kiss on the top of your head, “I know. I know.”

The two of you fell into a silence that lasted until you finished watching the sun fully set.

Every tear a waterfall

“This is the first time I’m seeing this since the funeral.” You admitted, swinging your arms back and forth by your side.

Oliver turned to you, “Never felt like coming to visit me?” He teased.

You shook your head, “It wasn’t that.” You admitted, “I moved out as soon as the funeral was over.”

Your brother faltered in his steps before catching up to where you now stood, feet planted in front of his and your fathers empty graves.

“You moved out?” He asked in surprise, this being the first he was hearing of it.

“Yeah,” You laughed slightly, “The day you came back was actually the first day I had come to visit home. Looks like we both thought that would be the perfect day to do so. Maybe it’s a twin thing.” You hummed thoughtfully at the end.

“I-I didn’t know you left.” He stuttered out, turning to look at you.

You were slightly taken aback by the way he was taking the news, “Well, yeah… it hurt too much to stay here.” You explained, head tilting slightly as you tried to figure out why this was such a big deal to him.

“I thought- I thought you were still here after all this time.”

“Oliver,” You laughed slightly, “What’s the big deal? I’m here now.”

He shook his head, “It’s just- I thought you had mom and Thea to look after you all this time- and now I find out that you were alone for everything?”

You fell silent, finally seeing what the big deal was for him, “Oh,”

Tears shone in his eyes, “I went through all of it alone- but that doesn’t mean I wanted you to as well.”

“Ollie…” This was the first time since his return that you saw him get so emotionally upset over something.

“Why didn’t you stay with them? Why didn’t they stop you from leaving?” He asked suddenly, “They could’ve taken care of you-“

“Hey.” You cut him off sternly, taking his hand in your own and shaking it firmly to get his attention, “That was all my own decision. And besides, we’re both back now, so it doesn’t matter. We’re alright now.”

In the night the stormy night she'll close her eyes

You laughed loudly as Oliver threw a piece of popcorn at you, “Oh, come on! You know it’s true!”

“It is not.” He scowled playfully.

Thea joined in your amusement, “Oh, it totally is!” She snickered, “You used to be too scared of the dark to sleep alone! I remember- you would always sleep with mom and dad!”

The three of you sat around the couches in the living room, munching on popcorn with a long- forgotten movie playing in the background.

“I did not!” He protested.

“Oh, yes you did, young man.” Moira smiled at the sight of her three children, all playfully bickering with one another as she entered the room.

“Mom!” He complained as yours and Theas cackling grew louder at her admitted statement.

“I’m sorry,” She shrugged, completely unapologetic, “I can only speak to the truth.” She jokingly wagged a finger at Thea, “And don’t you be laughing, young lady, remember what happened during the Christmas party when you were eight?”

Your sister's eyes immediately widened with horror and it was then Oliver’s turn to join in on your laughing.

“Mom!” She shrieked, “That’s not cool! Don’t bring that up!”

“And you,” Moira playfully narrowed her eyes at you, “Need I remind you of your seventeenth birthday fiasco?”

“No! No!” You quickly shook your head back and forth.

Your mother was the only one left laughing after that, but you couldn’t deny that this felt good. Joking around as a family again. All together.

In the night the stormy night away she'd fly

You tiptoed across the hallway towards Oliver’s room as if you were a child again. The two of you used to sneak a candy bar or two up to your rooms during the day and stash them under your pillows for the nighttime and would oftentimes have a mini party with one another while feasting on your treats.

This time though, it was different. There were no more candy parties. No more stifled giggles in the middle of the night. No more childhood.

About a few minutes ago, you had woken up with the feeling that something was off- that something was wrong. It was such a strong feeling that it became practically impossible to ignore. So you found yourself throwing off your covers and creeping to your twin brother's room to try and figure out what was wrong.

As soon as you stepped through the already opened door, you realized what the problem was.

Oliver was sitting on the edge of his bed with his head dropped like a rock into his hands while his elbows rested in his knees. He had a nightmare.

You didn’t know how you knew, it just came to you and there wasn’t a single doubt in your mind that it was what happened.

Wordlessly, you shuffled into the room and sank down onto the mattress beside him.

At first, he tensed up and whipped around to face you, only to relax when he realized that it was just you.

The silence carried on between the two of you for a few minutes before you spoke up in a small whisper, “I used to get nightmares almost everyday after you and dad…” You trailed off and swallowed thickly.

“What did you do about them?” His voice was as soft as yours was. Your brother didn’t even question how you knew.

“Not enough,” You admitted, hugging your knees to your chest, “I let them plague my mind because I didn’t know what else to do about them.”

“What were they about?” You could tell from the sound of his voice that he didn’t want to push, but curiosity had taken over.

“How you- I mean how you could’ve…” You harshly blinked tears away, “Every nightmare would be a different scenario of how you could have died.”

Without another word, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and brought you into a strong, side hug, planting a kiss on the side of your head as you leaned into his chest.

“They stopped, though.” You craned your neck to look up at him with a teary smile, “As soon as you came back. I haven’t had another one since.”

He shook his head softly, “I’m sorry you ever had to go through that.”

“Don’t apologize.” You copied his head shake, “There is absolutely nothing that you need to be sorry for. The ship going down wasn’t your fault.”

Oliver gazed at you with sad eyes, “But I wish it hadn’t happened.”

You let out a small laugh, “Of course,” Small giggles continued to pour out of you, “You can’t actually be glad something like that had happened.”

A smile pulled at the ends of his lips as he turned his head away from you to look out the window, “No, I suppose not.”

Dream of para-para-paradise

“What the hell is all of this?” You asked quietly, turning in a slow circle from where you stood.

“You know what this is.” Oliver called softly from behind you. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked- dare you say- nervous.

About an hour ago, he had rushed into your room, rambling nonsense about not wanting or being able to lie to you- his twin sister - anymore, and had practically dragged you out of the house and to an old abandoned warehouse that used to belong to your father.

“You’re the vigilante.” You breathed out.

Deep down, you felt as if you had somehow known all along, because now, it all made sense. The obvious secrets, the interaction with the mugger, the difference in, well, everything about him.

“Oliver.” You turned and looked him directly in the eyes, “You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Chaotic Hero’s 🤍- @lovanitu @mukbee @i-writes-things @kiyomi-uchiha777

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jasonstodger · 9 months

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Oliver Queen loves to share. Dinah Lance? Not so much.

The way I see it, Ollie is always willing to take the backseat and just watch. He enjoys seeing your enjoyment. When you're fucking, just the three of you, he's content to sit at the end of the bed, gripping his cock and moaning softly as he watches his two best girls writhe and moan in the sheets.

This is the way Dinah likes it: When she can control your every sound and movement from above without having to worry about an outside force ruining her plans for you. She'll use all her toys, all her tactics, to slowly tease you to orgasm, bruising your lips with her mouth and bruising your throat with her gentle but strong hands.

Even off the field, the three of you are the perfect team.

#— birdie thoughts #oliver queen x reader #oliver queen #oliver queen smut #oliver queen imagine #green arrow x reader #green arrow imagine #dinah lance x reader #dinah lance #black canary

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starythewriter · 5 months

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KINKMAS MASTER LIST:

2023:

WATTPAD

KINKMAS DAY 1 VINNIE X Y/N

KINKMAS DAY 2- JACK H EARLY CHRISTMAS GIFT.

KINKMAS DAY 3- CHRIS EVANS X YOU

KINKMAS DAY 4- KLAUS MIKAELSON

KINKMAS DAY 5 VINNIE HACKER

KINKMAS DAY 6 logan howlett

KINKMAS DAY 7 KLAUS x you

KINKMAS DAY 8 THOR X you a spicy vacation.

KINKMAS DAY 9 oliver queen x you

KINKMAS day 10 THOR x male reader.

KINKMAS DAY 11 JACK X YOU. A cold night turns into a wet dream.

KINKMAS DAY 12 VINNIE HACKER X YOU AN ICY ROAD-TRIP.

KINKMAS DAY 13

KINKMAS DAY 14

KINKMAS DAY 15

KINKMAS DAY 16

KINKMAS DAY 17

KINKMAS DAY 18

KINKMAS day 19

KINKMAS DAY 20

KINKMAS DAY 21

KINKMAS DAY 22

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aprill-99 · 11 months

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Okay but can you imagine an AU of Bridgerton where Lord Ledger ends up a hot and somewhat-young widower and he and Lady Danbury are married for the events of the rest of the novels to just cackle over their entire freaking horde of grandchildren together?

THE SCENE:

Agatha: *storms in* “I want grandchildren!”

Ledger: *puts down his book* “Don’t we have about 30 of them?”

Agatha: *fans out several miniatures* “I want these specific additional ones.”

Ledger: *examines the pictures* “Gareth St. Clare is already our grandson.”

Agatha: “I can double up if I want to!”

Ledger: “Of course dear.”

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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DC Characters + Arguing

Pairing: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Slade Wilson, Clark Kent, Oliver Queen x Reader

Tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, kissing, cuddles, arguments, texting, super power use, teasing

A/N: Damn, the angst is powerful today.

BRUCE

Really cold after an argument. He barely returns your calls and texts and replies with only a few words. Apologizing doesn't come easy to him and even when he does do so all you'll get is an "I'm sorry." and then him trying to slowly cuddle up to you and kiss your cheek a lot. He doesn't like to dwell on the argument but he's really bad as resolving it, which is strange because he's pretty good when talking to his opponents.

JASON

Brooding to hell and back when you argue. Spends a lot of that time on the couch too. When you try to talk to him he'll acknowledge you're there, even hold your hand because at the end of the day he is touch starved but he will keep pouting all the way. Even after you begin kissing he'll tell you that you're wrong and he's right and you kissing him first proves that so... that that!

DICK

Hates leaving after an argument but has to clear his head a little. Fresh air and adrenaline really help him out. Keeps an eye on his phone in case you call him. If you don't then he will text you to let you know when he's coming back. Drops by your favorite store and buys you your favorite dessert. It doesn't work much in the way of apology but it makes the kisses afterwards taste that much sweeter.

DIANA

There will be some broken furniture when she's angry, but by some miracle not of it will be the furniture you bought. Will gladly let you use her lasso on her if you doubt that she's being honestly apologetic. A little over the top maybe but she flies new furniture through the window and makes a big show of it too. Very careful when kissing you, at least when it comes to handling you. The walls... might need some repairing.

SLADE

Not a man you want to get into an argument with honestly. He's scary when he's normal, let alone when he's arguing about something. You're about the only person that can slap him and get away with it without getting your hand cut off for it. But he will tie them over your head when you get down to... settle your differences.

CLARK

Spends most of the time above the clouds to cool off. Of course still keeps an eye out for you, your heartbeat. Once he's calmed down a little he will buy you a whole lot of flowers and if you're still angry at him he really doesn't want you to slap him because that would break your hand and he can't have that. He loves holding and kissing it too much and he would hate to cause you more pain.

OLIVER

Tries to brush past the arguing as quickly as he can. Starts to tease you, tempt you into letting your guard down by kissing your neck and shoulder, massaging you over your clothes. Not a big fan of going to bed angry at each other so would rather stay up all night trying to patch things up then going to sleep knowing you're still angry at each other.

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bruciemilf · 2 years

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NO BUT LIKE

Battinson who showed up at the gala in an oversized shirt and jeans and blushing cheeks. Clark Kent who's there bc Parry hates him and lives for every occasion to torture Clark with rich people

the prince of Gotham stepped into the room in a comfy Nirvana shirt, sleeves swallowing up his elegant hands (with a LOT of fractures) and sweatpants; Grey, baggy, but pinching that waist just RIGHT to still coax looks and Clark is LOOKING holy fuck-

his super hearing picks up Bruce's answer to a curious journalist, " I didn't want to come. And I didn't do my laundry. And I made Alfie mad."

No thoughts, only Battinson seeing Oliver losing his shit by the champagne fountain and going STRAIGHT to him, making grabby hands, " Ollie" because he may be a little sleep deprived who knows -

" what the fuck are you wearing you loser LMAO"

" These are my social anxiety clothes :/"

Clark, in his mind: How can I NOT fuck him

#bruce wayne #batman #battinson #oliver queen #can bruce pls have a big brother figure that bullies him constantly JSJSJSJ #clark kent #superbat #dc #dc comics #dc imagine #text

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