#oliver convo

[oldestwounds]

closed starter for @feel-the-pressure​

Oliver always found that he handled leave better if he kept himself busy. It was dangerous to leave too much time for him to get lost to his thoughts. He’d done a few different things when he was forced to take longer leaves. Construction one summer, bouncing another time. This go around a friend had recommended a private security company and it hadn’t taken much to get in. Adjusting his uniform slightly, a ponytail of bright blonde hair caught his attention and hazel hues looked her over for a moment. She looked far too soft for something like this, but then again, a lot of people said he was far too nice to be a NAVY SEAL. Realizing he might’ve been staring he shook his head slightly snapping himself out of it before he closed some of the distance between them and offered the woman his hand. “Hey, I’m Oliver. I think we’re gonna be working together tonight.” 

[oldestwounds]

For @sweetlipsandroses​ continued from here

This deployment had to be up there as one of his most difficult. Some others he’d been able to call or get calls, video chat with his girl, but this one was black listed, total radio silence, and a year was a long time. He knew he was a lucky man that she’d wait for him through all his missions, and his stomach turned with excitement as the plane started to land. Once they were cleared to get off the plane, the tall man didn’t waste any time, and a few inches taller than most he could see those curls almost as soon as his feet hit the ground. He quickly made his way through the crowd of other soldiers and their families and his smile was bright when he could see her fully, although he paused in his steps, his brows furrowing slightly at the baby she was holding. It couldn’t have been more than a few months old, but why did she have a baby with her? Maybe she was babysitting for a friend. He took his large arm that wasn’t holding his bag and wrapped it around her free side, pulling her in tight to him and pressing a kiss to her temple. “I missed you so much.” He pulled back, a happy smile on his lips. “And whose this?”

[oldestwounds]

Starter for @otherhalfmuses​ based on the first bullet

Oliver knew that this was wrong. He knew it in every single sense. He had a fiance back home, he worked with her father, she was fifteen years younger than him, everything screamed in his face that he needed to cut this off, and he’d meant to last time she’d been over in his apartment, but then she’d dropped her coat and with the lingerie underneath he didn’t stand a fucking chance. He hadn’t told her about his fiance, instead holding onto all his guilt. Honestly, he didn’t want to tell her, because when they were together, and wrapped up in each other it was like there was no one else in the entire world, and he loved that feeling, and he could tell she did too, but she couldn’t fall for him, he had to keep it all separate otherwise everything would fall apart. Oliver stood back from the door when he answered it and she was there. “Signe...” he started through a sigh. “C’mon, I told you we can’t keep doing this....”

[oldestwounds]

Starter for @torniiintwo​

“Oh c’mon, please don’t.” Oliver started with a small chuckle as he took a pull from his beer. He didn’t want to make a large deal of what apparently was an ‘important’ birthday. “It’s just another year, we really don’t have to make a big deal out of this.” 

[oldestwounds]

Starter for @mrsxbrightsidex​ Plot: You and your soulmate share physicality--can feel what other one is feeling.

Oliver couldn’t remember the last time he was this irritated. First of all, he hated doing hard interrogations like this, it didn’t always sit right with his moral code, but that was the job, and so here he was, about 48 hours--switching out with another officer to have a go at the woman inside. Sure, female rights and all, but torture on a woman twisted his stomach even worse. “Doubt she’ll break bro, good luck.” he felt the clap on his shoulder and just offered a small nod as he entered the room, sealing the door behind him. He stared at her for a moment, leaning against the wall before he let out a slow sigh. “If you just give up what you took from the NSA when you hacked it we could all go home...”

[oldestwounds]

@sweetlipsandroses from this 

“I’m sorry I just…I wish I could at least a know something.” Colette murmured as she ducked her head down, playing with a thread that came loose from the pillow was holding onto. He and Colette have been in her eyes together for a while, at least as far as whenever he was back they spent time together. Then when he left, there was no communication, nothing for her to know he was alright till he was on shore again and phone her. “Just…forget it.” The blonde turns to lay on her side with her back to him, her fingers still messing with that small golden thread.

Olly let out a sigh through his nose. He understood how it could be frustrating. Hell, sometimes it frustrated him; all the secrecy, but its what he had signed up for when he went with the SEALS. “Hey,” he paused, moving to run his large hand over her brunette curls. “I get it, alright. I’m sorry.” he offered, easily pulling at her shoulder to turn her back toward him. “You know I would tell you if I could.” he said, with a small smile in an attempt to reassure her. “Don’t be mad.” 

[ruinedsoulsrp]

Starter for @torturedmuses based on this

This was one of the last places Ollie wanted to be. What was the point of a high school reunion anyway? Just an opportunity to judge all the people you'd spent your entire teens judging? Who had risen to their expectations? Who had failed them? And who was scattered all in between. It sounded horrible. But his girlfriend had insisted he go despite the fact that she couldn't accompany him, and the fact that all he wanted was a break from her inconsistent pushing that they 'take the next step' he'd agreed just to get some space from her, which probably said more about him than her, but here he was.

Oliver should have probably expected to see her, after all, why wouldn't she be here? Still, seeing her again had been another reason he'd been on the fence. He simultaneously hoped and was frightened of the idea that she'd be here. Hadn't he chosen his career over her - hadn't they not spoken in two decades? He wasn't exactly sure what would happen if he saw her again, or if anything would. But dear lord, seeing her standing there at the bar, she still took her breath away in the way she had before he'd grown into his height, before he'd let his beard grow in, and cut his hair - unafraid of whether his ears fit his face or not.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" Horrible fucking greeting, but it'd already left his mouth before he could think of something better.

[oldestwounds]

Continued from here with @feel-the-pressure​

Olly chuckled softly and nodded in agreement. He could still remember his first day of boot camp. He’d been sure he was going to wet himself with nerves, but he’d gotten through it, and since had learned he could get through just about anything. The man nodded slightly as she explained her current situation and a small frown found his face for a moment. “Yeah, some of the women get that sort of thing in the Navy too. It’s ridiculous. Nothing saying you couldn’t kick my ass if you needed to.” he added, again hoping his compliments were sounding like compliments. He had never been the best when it came to talking to women. Even after he’d grown into his height and his large body filled out with the assistance of weights and training, his confidence never quite soared to the heights others might expect. 

Clearing his throat Oliver nodded his head to her thank you, cause he never felt quite right saying “you’re welcome”. In any case as she mentioned guessing his brows rose slightly. “Really? Do I uh, at least get a hint?” he asked playfully. Her laugh was melodic and pulled one of his own from his lips. “I’m sure it was a good speech.” he offered with a small smirk as his eyes followed every little movement like a hawk. Olly’s large shoulders shrugged the slightest bit. “The idle time is such a stark contrast for me,” he surprisingly admitted to this stranger. But somehow she was so inviting, he felt like she wouldn’t judge him for his truth. “That’s why I pick up stuff like this every now and again. Just helps with the restlessness.”