thing: oliver

Às vezes você se sente perdido, sem saber o que fazer, qual caminho seguir, qual escolha decidir. Mas então, com pequenos gestos o universo vai nos mostrando exatamente como devemos agir.
Às vezes é preciso insistir em algumas coisas, algumas pessoas, alguns sonhos, noutras é preciso deixar as pessoas partirem, soltar suas mãos e deixar seguirem seu caminho, para que você também consiga seguir o seu. Em um emaranhado de fios e possibilidades, se torna difícil enxergar mas a resposta está dentro de você, basta começar a sentir seu interior. Uma dose de bravura e um punhado de coragem, porque  tudo pode chegar ao seu final e tudo passa tão rápido e gira-e-gira, e recomeçamos de um novo ponto, e não paramos, não paramos até o fim.
—  Gabriel Mariano - Enigmas de Oliver.
Alguma vez você já se sentiu sozinho? Como se todas as pessoas estivessem se afastando e o fio que te unia fosse cortado ou desgastado aos poucos até se arrebentar, já sentiu como se fosse a única estrela na escuridão imensa de um céu nublado, já se sentiu como se fosse a última flor viva em um deserto tentando sobreviver a seca de sentimentos ou como um navio naufragado e esquecido no meio do oceano? Alguma vez você já sentiu algo tão ruim que tirasse o seu ar e fizesse seu coração acelerar como se estivesse tentando lutar para sobreviver? Você já se sentiu só?
— 

Gabriel Mariano - Enigmas de Oliver.

Na verdade, ela merece um cara melhor do que eu. Alguém que possa correr ao encontro dela nos dias em que se sentir insuficiente. Um cara que demonstre de verdade o que sente e que prove que a ama. Ela merece um cara que faça cafuné pra ela dormir e cante, mesmo que seja desafinado. Ela é única, cara, doce e ao mesmo tempo ela é aquele mulherão, sabe? Que você olha na rua e pensa: “Puta merda!”. Ela é várias em uma só. Tenho certeza que o cara que conquistá-la será o mais sortudo desse mundo. Eu fui e, infelizmente, eu deixei que a fosse embora, assim, sem correr atrás, sem lutar. Acho que é por isso que ela merece alguém melhor que eu, alguém que lute por ela. Porque só o que ela quer é alguém que não desista, como eu desisti.
—  Desabafos de Oliver Griffin.
Era domingo a noite, umas seis ou sete horas. Eu estava sentado na sala, assistindo jogo de futebol enquanto a casa continuava bagunçada. Eu tinha esperança que ela aparecesse a qualquer momento, com os olhos cinzentos que me hipnotizavam de forma única e só dela. Eu tinha passado o final de semana ligando pra ela, querendo notícias, alguma coisa que me desse certeza de que ela estava bem. Nada. Puta merda! Como eu estava fodido por essa mulher. Eu me vi completamente transtornado quando ela parou de responder as minhas mensagens, dizendo que precisava de um tempo. Tempo… ele me machuca. O tempo que passo deitado no sofá olhando o céu pela janela me deixa ansioso, e eu odeio ficar ansioso. Oito e meia e nada de ela aparecer. Quem sabe ela esteja esperando dar meia noite e aparecer com cara de safada como fazia em outras noites. Seus cabelos caíam como uma cascata em seus ombros enquanto eu beijava o seu pescoço. Droga! Esses pensamentos costumam me atormentar a toda hora, e eu só preciso de paz. Quer dizer… na verdade, eu preciso dela mesmo. Comigo. Agora.
—  Desabafos de Oliver Griffin.
Let Me Love You Goodbye

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Featuring: Thea Queen

Words: 1964

Warning: angst

Tags: none

Request: none

Notes: this is the song:

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

Ever since you found Oliver was The Green Arrow you barely slept at night, not until he came back to you and hugged you tight, letting you know he was alright. Sometimes that didn’t happen until the first lights came through the window so you spent so many times awake. You had tried to stay at the lair with Felicity and follow the mission but you couldn’t handle it.  

You knew what you had with him was good. Too good. But you just couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t be in a relationship without knowing if that kiss would be the last one. It didn’t matter how proud you were of him for what he was doing, you loved him too watch him die. So you made the decision. The hardest one you had ever made. You knew this was going to hurt him, and you, badly but it would be the best thing for the both of you eventually.

That morning you woke up just to see that you had fallen asleep on the couch the night before. The fact that you were still there, meant that Oliver wasn’t home. Immediately, you tried to call him on his cell but he didn’t pick it up, just making your anxiety grow. Finally, you took a quick shower and got dressed before heading towards the lair.

When you stepped out of the elevator you saw the whole team gathered around one of the computers where Felicity worked. You were relieved when you saw Oliver there, safe and sound, but it only made your decision clearer.

“See if you can track him down with that…chip star shaped thing and let me know if you find something. I gotta go home to…” he turned as he talked, just to see you standing there, in front of the elevator. “(Y/N)” he finished the sentence.

A smile appeared on his face as everyone said hi to you, but you didn’t reply or smile back at your one year boyfriend. That moment, Oliver knew something was off. There was something missing in your expression and it was making him panic like he didn’t do, not even when he had someone aiming at his head with a weapon.

“Everything ok?” He asked when he was standing in front of you. His face now full of concern.

“We need to talk” was all you said.

Oliver gulped as you said those words. He wasn’t a fool. He knew that words never meant anything good.

“Ok…” he mumbled, searching your face for some kind of emotion that let him know that everything was ok.

“Do you want the room?” Diggle asked.

“No. We…we’re going home” Olive replied without taking his eyes off of you.

You two went back to the loft in silent. You didn’t have anything to say. He was there, safe and sound, after spending another night out as the Green Arrow. You didn’t know what he was up to at that moment and you were better off not knowing. When you stepped into the loft, he closed the door and you turned to look at him.

“Don’t do this” he said immediately.

“Don’t do what?” You asked.

“The way you look… I know you’re not going to tell me how much you love me” he said crossing his arms.

“You’re right” you sighed as you looked down at your feet, not knowing where to start. “Oliver, I don’t want to hurt you” you started talking. “But… you’re hurting me. Every night, every day you go out there I sit here not knowing if I will ever see you again alive. And it’s killing me” you said.

“You know what I do this” he frowned.

“I do, and I don’t want you to stop because you being the Green Arrow is one of the things I love about you. Still, I can’t. I don’t remember the last time I slept the whole night. I spend more time worrying about you than loving you and it’s too much”

Oliver could feel his heart literally breaking into tiny pieces. You were the best thing that ever happened to him and you were leaving him. It didn’t matter that you didn’t want to hurt him, you were doing it and he understood why. That’s why he didn’t know what to tell you to make you stay. He knew you were right. You were suffering every single time he went out there to shot arrows.

“I know there is nothing I can do to change what I’ve done but I’m sure there is still something we can do about this” he said almost desperate.

“I’m sorry Oli” you said shaking your head. “I love you too much to see you kill yourself but I won’t stop you from being the Arrow” you added.

The way he was looking at you was also painful but you knew there was no other option. You took a deep breath and made your way to the door. A part of you hoped that he would stop you but he didn’t so you just walked out of the loft, knowing you were leaving an important part of you in there but also trusting it would really be for the best.

After wondering around the city for a while you knew the only place you could go was to Thea’s. It was true she was Oliver’s sister but she was also your best friend and that was exactly what you needed. Although she was working at the City Hall when you called her, the moment you told her what had happened with Oliver, she said she would pick you up in five minutes.

“Are you sure this is for the best?” She asked. When you got to her apartment, you told her what happened as you two sat on the couch.

“Yes… it was becoming too much and I couldn’t handle it anymore, Thea” you sighed looking down at your hands.

“I understand” she said nodding. “I just hope it really is for the best” she added.

“Me too” you agreed.

“Look, I have to go back to the City Hall, you can stay here as long as you need ok?” she said getting up.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be ok” you told her with a small smile.


Later that day, when it was already dark, you realized you hadn’t taken anything from the loft. All you had in your purse was your phone, your wallet, a notebook and an eyeliner. Everything was at the loft. When you checked the time you supposed Oliver would be around the city in his green costume so you decided it was the best moment to go back and take some of your stuff. First, you took a shower and borrowed some of Thea’s clothes before heading out. Of course, you left a note in case she came back before you did.

On the way to the loft you felt strangely calmed, like you were just going for a walk. But that calm disappeared the moment you opened the door of the loft and found the lights on and Oliver sitting on the couch. He looked up and surprised appeared on his face when he saw you.

“(Y/N)…” he said getting up immediately.

“I came to pick up some stuff” you said quickly.

Oliver’s heart broke again. For a moment he thought you were coming back to him. That he had a second chance but as soon as you said that he nodded and sat down once again, putting his face in his hands, feeling as miserable as he was feeling thirty seconds ago. As you walked towards the stairs, he looked at you. You were so damn beautiful and perfect to his eyes that he didn’t know how to let you go.

Some minutes later, you came back down with a little suitcase with you. That made everything even more real and painful.

“So…” you took a deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment. “Goodbye, Oliver” you said.

“Wait” he said getting up before you could get to the door. You stopped on your tracks, not turning to look at him but ready to hear whatever he had to say. “You should stay tonight” he said.

What? With a frown, you turned around to look at him. What he was talking about?

“What?”

“I’m trying to face the fact that the moment you walk out of that door you won’t be mine so…” he took a deep breath, not really knowing why he was doing this when it would hurt both of you even more. But he needed you, one more time, one last night before you left. “Stay” he said again.

“Oliver that won’t help any of us” you sighed. Despite what you were saying, you wanted to stay the night more than anything else, but you knew it wasn’t going to be good for any of you.

“Look…if this is it, at least let end it right…” he took a step towards you and placed a hand on your face, so you wouldn’t look away. “We’re already hurting. Both of us so…go on and twist the knife” he shrugged.

He had a point. You knew he did. It wouldn’t make any different but you didn’t know how to get over this if you stayed with him one more night.

“I don’t know Oliver…” you said looking down.

“Just…” he chuckled to himself. “Let me love you goodbye” he said.

You smiled a bit as he said the name of one of your favorite songs. How could you resist to this man when you knew you were desperately in love with him and you would always be?

“We’re so going to regret this” you mumbled taking a step closer before you kissed him.

The moment your lips touched, he placed the other hand on your cheek as well, deepening the kiss, as you wrapped your arms around him. You had always felt so good with him, so protected. It was home and you needed to be at home one more time before everything was over. Slowly, you two moved to the couch, taking off your clothes, until he laid you down on the couch, on your underwear, and he laid on top of you, kissing your neck slowly, making you forget why you were about to leave this man.

When you woke up the next morning, you two were still on the couch, covered by a blanket and with Oliver hugging you against his chest. You couldn’t even remember the last time you woke up like this. Usually he was already gone by the time you woke up. The feeling of his breath against your neck, made you want to stay but you knew you couldn’t. Nothing had changed. Maybe he had taken the night off but the city still needed the Green Arrow and Oliver needed him too.

Carefully you got up and got dressed, trying not to wake him up, and went to the door. Just before walking out of the loft, you turned to look one last time to the man who had your heart and would always have it. Then, you walked out.

Oliver woke up with the sound of the door closing and looked around confused, feeling cold. Soon, he realized you had been the one leaving so he got up fast and walked to the balcony just in time to see you crossing the street with the suitcase behind you. The image made Oliver’s heart break even more but he knew he couldn’t change your mind, he knew he wasn’t making you happy and letting you go was the best thing he could do, even when it was the hardest one he would ever do.

Last Resource

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Featuring: John Diggle, Felicity Smoak

Words: 2359

Warnings: angst (I think?)

Tags: none

Request: anonymous request:

“Will u do a oliver queen/ex!reader where she is a police detective n know that he is the green arrow? After they broke up, years later, they met again during a case n r forced to work together much to the reader dismay. She is still not quite over him but he clearly has move on. The case is difficult thus they are going to have to put up with each other. Reader is just itching to finish up so she doesnt have to be in the same room with him anymore. Thanks.”

Notes: none

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

This couldn’t be real. You had spent years avoiding this moment, even when you were 100% sure that it would happen eventually. You didn’t want to do it, you didn’t want to ask for his help, but you knew you had no other choice. This man, whoever he was, was terrorizing Star City and had been doing it for weeks. The police hadn’t been able to catch him and you knew there was one person who could do it.

Your ex-fiancée, aka Oliver Queen, aka The Green Arrow. You two had been together for 5 years and engaged for six months. Apparently, Oliver Queen was eager to get married but The Green Arrow stopped him. His double identity never was a problem during your time together. You knew how dangerous it was but, being a police, you understood why he did what he did and you were willing to help any time he asked. Everything worked out.

Or used to until he became mayor. You had never felt prouder of him. He even proposed to you in front of everyone, making you feel like you were the only one in a crowd. Your life was just perfect: you had a job you loved, you loved your city, your apartment, your fiancée and had great friends.

But Oliver started to be more and more distant every day. He always said he was busy with his duties as Mayor and his night duties as the Green Arrow. You understood and tried to find the time to be with him. Everything went to hell the day you walked into his office, planning on taking him out for lunch, and you found him making out with Susan Williams, the reporter.

They stepped away from each other when they heard someone coming into the office. Obviously, they never thought it would be you. Oliver’s face changed immediately but you didn’t give him time to say anything. All you did was turn around and walk back out of his office. That was the end of your relationship.

And there you were, two years later, trying to find a way to solve the murder of those seven civilians in seven weeks. The police was desperate, knowing a new murder was coming. The town was terrified, not knowing who this guy was. And you knew exactly what to do, but still was trying to find another way, someone else to help you. Anyone but him.

Yet, you knew you were out of options. So you got up, took your coat and keys and headed towards where the lair was. The drive there passed faster than what you wanted, you needed more time. But before you realized it, you were in front of the old building where the lair was. Old memories of those times you went in there crashed you like a hurricane, making you want to run away. But it wasn’t the time to think about yourself; you had to think about your city and the scared people that lived in it.

So you took a deep breath, and made your way towards the building, wondering if they would have improved the security. Since you were able to get into the elevator and go down with no further problems, you guessed security was still the same. When you stepped out of it, a smile appeared on your face as you saw that the place was just like you remembered.

“No way!” You turned around as you recognized that familiar deep voice. John Diggle.

“John!” You exclaimed with a big smile as you hurried to hug him.

He had always been so protective about you that he felt more like a brother than a friend. You really did miss him.

“How are you?” You smiled. “How are Lyla and the baby?” You asked.

“Well, the baby is not a baby anymore. He’s five now” he informed you with a huge smile.

“Oh my God! He must be huge!” You exclaimed.

“He is” Diggle nodded with a laugh. “And how are you? What are you doing here?”

“Actually, I’m here because I need your help” you said.

My help?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

“Your help. All of you” you sighed, knowing what he meant. “Is he here?” You asked looking around.

“He’s on his way from the City Hall” he told you.

“Busy as always” you mumbled, trying to ignore how your heart speed up at the thought of facing him again. “I’ll wait then. This is important” you sighed.

“Is it about the murderer?” John asked as he lead you towards a table so you could sit down.

“You always manage to find out about everything right?” You chuckled. Most of the times you came to them for help, they already know what you were going to ask. Some things never change. “And yes”, you nodded. “Seven weeks. Seven murders. The police is desperate. Whoever is doing this, he doesn’t leave anything behind. It’s so frustrating” you said.

“Long time no see”

The moment you heard his voice behind you, you could feel your whole body tensing. Your heart was acting like it wanted to jump out of your chest, you felt nervous and your palms were sweaty, making you curse under your breath. Two years and he still had the same effect on you as always. Too much for moving on.

“Hello Oliver” you said getting up and turning around.

He hadn’t changed a bit. His hair was short as usual, his eyes as blue as always and his tallness as intimidating as it used to be. Even his smile. That damn smile that rocked your world, that made you forget about everything, was still there, causing you to lose the ability to speak. And that suit he was wearing didn’t help at all.

“What a surprise” he said.

And then he just wrapped his arms around you, giving you a quick and tight hug. Where did that come from?

“It’s good to see you” he added with a smile.

“You too” you replied, even though you still didn’t know if it was good. “I need your help” you said.

“Straight to the point” he laughed. “I guess it is about those murders, right?” He said taking a seat as you did the same.

“It is. We have no clue, no lead, we have nothing and it is driving us insane. It is always the same: the victim disappears and it’s found some days later in a random place” you explained. “There’s no connection between the victims or the places, there are no signs of wheels on the pavement or blood. Nothing. It’s like they just appeared there, out of nowhere” you sighed.

“Are you sure there is no leads?” Oliver asked with a frown.

“We’ve searched all the places a million times. If there was any, we would have found it” you said, ruder than what you meant to.

He narrowed his eyes at your tone, but you didn’t apologized or anything. You were just doing this as your last resource, you didn’t even want to be sitting at the same table as Oliver. Especially, when obviously he was over you and you still felt like a fifteen-year-old next to him.

“I’m going to call Felicity to see what she can find” Diggle said getting up from the table and leaving you alone with Oliver.

Silence came in-between you like a storm. You looked away from him but you could feel his eyes on you the whole time. Staring. Making you nervous.

“How have you been?” He finally asked.

“Fine. Thank you” you replied. You looked at him when you heard him laughing. “What?” You snapped.

“Nice as always” he shrugged.

“Asshole as always” you said getting up from the chair. “I’ll tell Diggle to call me if Felicity finds something”

“I can call you” he frowned getting up as well.

“I changed my number” you replied simply before turning around and heading towards Diggle.

You could feel Oliver’s eyes on your back while you talked to Diggle. He told you he would call you the moment they knew something so you thanked him and went to the elevator, just wanting to be out of there and away from him. But that was too much to ask for. Just when the doors were about to close, Oliver’s hand stopped them and he walked in the elevator with you.

“I have to get back to the City Hall” he explained when you looked at him.

“I see” you said leaning against the wall.

Luckily, the ride back up wasn’t long. The moment the doors opened, you said goodbye and walked out of that cage.

“Wait!”

“Can’t you just leave me alone?” You snapped turning to look at him.

“What’s wrong with you?” He frowned.

“Do you think I came here because I wanted to? Do you think this was my first choice?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down.

“Since you’re asking, I guess not” he said crossing his arms. “It’s been two years, (Y/N)” he added.

“And you’re obviously over it” you laughed.

“You’re not?” He frowned even more. You chuckled and shook your head. He could be so stupid.

“How’s Susan?” You asked looking back at him.

“I haven’t seen her in a long time. Answer me” he demanded as he took a step towards you. “Aren’t you over me? Over us?”

“I thought I was” you said meeting his eyes. “Obviously, I was wrong” you added before turning around to go to your car. You really needed to put some distance between you two.

The next few hours were a complete hell for you. You spent the whole time trying to focus on your work so you wouldn’t think about him, but the whole time those blue eyes came back to hunt you. Over him? How were you supposed to be over him when he had been everything for you? When he had been the love of your life. You knew you would never feel for anyone what you felt for him, and the fact that he had forget about you was painful, since it made you think that you hadn’t mean that much to him. But you had to work with him this time. Just this time. And never see him again.

Before you expected it, you got a message from Diggle saying they had something. Bless Felicity and her skills. Once again, you took your keys and headed towards your car and towards the lair. This time you didn’t have to think that much before going down but the moment you saw him, you felt your knees weak again.

“(Y/N)!” Felicity exclaimed hurrying over you to hug you.

You two used to be very close back in the time when you and Oliver were together. But after your break up you decided to take some distance from everyone in the team. You knew she understood, all of them did, but you still missed them.

“How are you? You look so great! Oliver filled us in and I think I might have a lead. It’s not much but maybe it can help” she said.

“I’m sure it will be so helpful. Thank you Felicity” you smiled at her before following her to her ‘office’ where she sat down.

“(Y/N)”, Oliver’s voice said behind you. With a sigh, you turned around. “Can we talk?”

“I’m kind of busy now” you replied.

“It will be just a minute. I promise” he insisted. You sighed and looked at Felicity.

“Go. I’ll still be here” she smiled at you.

With a nod you followed Oliver back to where the training room was. You stopped in the middle of it, looking around as you remembered all the times you trained with Oliver. He would always kick your ass but from time to time he would let you win. A smile appeared on your lips at the memory.

“Were you being honest?” He asked behind you.

“About what?” You asked back, still not looking at him.

“Not being over us…over me” he said walking around you so he was standing in front of you.

“Why do you want to talk about it?” You asked crossing your arms.

“It’s important to me” he shrugged.

“As important as our engagement was?” You snapped sarcastic.

“How many times do I have to apologize because of that? It was a mistake. A horrible one. The worst one but…I never meant to hurt you” he frowned looking down at you.

“You did a great work with that” you said rolling your eyes. He was about to say something else, but you stopped him. “No Oliver. I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk about the past. The only reason I came here asking for your help, was because I was desperate and I want to save my city, just like you do. But the moment we’re done, I’ll be walking out of that elevator and never coming back, understand?” You told him. “You hurt me really bad, Oliver. I spent days without leaving my apartment. I didn’t know what to do or how to move on. Eventually I managed to keep on going with my life and I never was over you. You were and are the love of my life, and there’s nothing I can do to change that. That’s why I won’t be in the same room as you for more time than necessary. So please, stop this attempts to be friendly with me. I don’t want your friendship. All I ever wanted was your love and your respect. And even that was too much for you to give.”

Once you finished your speech, Oliver didn’t know what to say so he just stood there, watching you leave the room, not really knowing what to do. The moment he saw you there at the lair, earlier that day, he thought he could make it right and be your friend, but obviously you weren’t willing to have any kind of relationship. Not now, not ever. He really lost you and he was an idiot for it.

An Oliver Queen Smut

Summary: You’re Oliver’s date to a party after reluctantly giving in to his pleading- when the celebrations dissipate upon the arrival of some highly trained assassins Oliver is forced to choose between revealing his secret to the world or saving you. What will he do?

Warnings: angst, action, smut, sarcastic fluff 

A/N: This is the Oliver Queen from Smallville, but there’s no one stopping you from viewing it as Stephen Amell’s Oliver Queen from Arrow. It’s your life, I’m just writing me a fantasy ;) Also I finished writing this at 5:30 in the morning and I edited it right after so I apologize if anything is incoherent. (it’s 5:47 in the morning…why do I do this to myself…) 

Enjoy the fic!


“No.” You bustled around the Dailey Planet building, curious where Clark and Lois were while on their honeymoon.

“Please.” Oliver followed you.

“Damn it, Ollie.” You cursed as he cut you off.

C’mon, (Y/N).” He pouted his lips and raised his eyebrows, flashing you his best puppy dog eyes.

“What’s in it for me?” You crossed your arms. “And don’t say-”

“A night out with me,” Oliver smirked and winked before you rolled your eyes and pushed passed him. He followed. “Okay, okay, okay! I just want to treat my best friend to a night out and it’s a “save the environment” themed party.”

“Ah, so you want me for the small talk, hmm?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you sat a stack of papers down on your editor’s desk. “Fine, I’ll help you. But-”

“I already have a dress picked out for you.” An eye crinkling grin grew on his lips and he nearly jumped with joy. “Thank you, (Y/N)!”

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