This is based on the song by T. I
There's a lot of bad words (in the song) for you people that are too innocent to be reading shit that I write bc I curse a lot.
It doesn't match the song but like. it's a good song and it inspired me to stop playing around with those whack chapters I publish and be great!!!!!!!!!
Thinking about doing a face reveal but it wouldn't really be a face reveal bc one upon a time my profile picture was my face. WHOoopPS
Let me stop being dramatic lmao anyway this is Teen! O.Q x Teen!Reader
heated pre-smut. and by pre-smut, I mean making out... .-. you big baby.
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Oliver vowed never to fall in love. He'd been hurt too many times in the past. Not by partners, though, but rather by his own family. He was spoiled but his parents never paid attention to him, and that's all he ever wanted. He was ashamed, after all, he was supposed to be tough and strong, and yet, under that sarcastic, laid-back exterior that he'd built up, he was lonely, scared, and empty. And even worse, he'd been brought down to the point that he was afraid of something he'd never even experienced before a meaningful, romantic relationship. His sports offered him some comfort. A distraction. A small presence to ever so slightly fill that gaping hole within him, but he refused to allow himself to love teammates that would happily tear him to shreds if given the opportunity.
No.
Love was not an option for him in any capacity of the word.
The Ollie that every student in an Ivy League school knew was just a mask that the real Oliver Queen wore. 'Ollie' was the cocky, fun-loving, player that every girl drooled over. Ollie was completely unapproachable.
But every once in a while from your bedroom window which was directly across from Oliver's you caught a glimpse of him. The real him. The one that wasn't putting on an act for his friends, the version of himself that was 100% real. The down-to-earth version of himself that you had somehow fallen in love with even though he barely knew you existed.
"Hey, Perv!"
The voice coming from your window snaps you out of your thoughts and you realise you're staring out the window where Oliver stands in his own room, his abs glistening with water from a fresh shower and a towel wrapped around his waist but drooping dangerously low. You try not to but you can't help but stare at his toned stomach as you whip up a snarky response.
"I'm the perv, Oliver?" You laugh putting down the sparkly gel pen you were supposed to be doing your homework with, "You don't think I notice you watching me dance in my underwear?"
He smirks and crosses his arms over his chest, "I told you to call me Ollie... and besides if you have such a problem with it how come you never close your window?"
You blush slightly, you never closed your window because even though Oliver watched you sometimes, you watched him too.
"Exactly."
You roll your eyes and lean forward to drag your pink curtains closed.
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"Perv! Are you awake?"
You stir in your bed but are too tired to move, thinking that you were just imagining the irritating voice.
"Perv! I know you're in there."
Groaning, you toss your covers to the side and shuffle to the window where Oliver stands dressed in a baggy blue shirt and equally baggy plaid pyjama pants.
