Hi, again! Can I also get a ship drabble for the Arrowverse (the Arrow, if you need me to narrow it down) + prompt 25? Thank you! (Can I also say I love your prompts and it was such a struggle to choose.) Also, I ship you with Rey because I feel like you would be able to bring out her sweeter, more happy side and I feel like you have a small chaotic streak that would totally compliment her own,,, if that makes sense?
Characters: Reader x Oliver Queen
Warnings: mentions of violence, injury/blood, mild swearing
Prompt: 25. “I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
Word Count: 403
A/N: olive omg i love rey so much and the part about having a chaotic streak cracked me tf up ajkshdjkas but anyway i hope you liked your drabbles and i hope you’re having a wonderful day!!! 💛
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“Whoever you are, I have a weapon!”
You jump into your living room, wielding the lamp you had haphazardly grabbed in the midst of your sleepy state. One minute, you had peacefully fallen asleep, the next, you had awoken to the sound of something crashing in your living room. Holding it up, you flip on the lights, eyes widening as a familiar green figure struggles to sit himself on your couch. Lowering the lamp, you splutter, “Oli?”
Oliver lifts his head, pulling off his mask as he grunts, “A little help?”
“Oh my God,” you quickly rush to Oliver’s side, helping him sit up as you finally notice the gash across his torso. You can’t even begin to imagine the weapon that managed to slice through Oliver’s suit, and you get up to run into your bathroom as you call out, “What the hell happened?”
“Questions later, please,” Oliver says through gritted teeth, trying to steady his breathing through the pain as he unzips his suit. You return with some rudimentary medical supplies, which you’ve been slowly stocking up on ever since finding out about Oliver’s vigilantism. You wish you could say that tonight is the first instance of Oliver stumbling into your apartment injured and bleeding, but it isn’t, and it’ll be far from the last instance, too.
You run a towel under some water before returning to Oliver’s side. He winces in pain as you gently wipe away the blood from his wound, and you cringe, “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Oliver says, shaking his head. Looking down at his wound, he tells you, “It’ll need stitches.”
You sigh, looking into your box of medical supplies. Pulling out your needle, Oliver notices your uneasy expression, and he tells you, “I can do it.”
“It’s okay. I got it.” you tell him, pushing some thread through your needle. Stitches isn’t your favorite thing to do, but you’ve had some practice on Oliver’s other wounds. Taking a deep breath, you grumble, “I hope you know I wouldn’t do this for anyone else.”
“Like you have lots of vigilantes coming in through your window asking for help.” Oliver deadpans, and a hint of a smile sneaks into his expression as you shoot him a look. You pause as Oliver places his hand over yours, and his tone becomes more sincere as he says, “Thank you, y/n.”
You gently smile at him, before nodding. “Of course.”
