R E Q U E S T E D
nikkianddeanambrose and PinkDiamond1016
I combined these two requests since they were pretty similar.
Reader is a healing/blood-bending meta. I couldn't write that in with the way I structured this.
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"Mr. Queen you have a visitor here for you?" You speak loud enough for Oliver to hear you over his own thoughts.
"Who?" He barely glances up from his paper, his pen still striding steadily across it.
"Um, a John Diggle, sir."
"Send him in." You nod and start to walk away, "and Y/N?"
You stop and turn around, "Sir?"
"My name is Oliver."
"Yes, sir," You don't notice your mistake until Oliver looks dead at you over the rim of his reading glasses, "Sorry, si- Oliver."
He nods and you turn on your heels marching back out towards the reception area.
"You can head right on back, Mr. Diggle," You smile and take your seat behind your desk.
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"Have you eaten lunch yet Y/N?" Oliver asks as him and Diggle walk out from his office.
"No, sir," You answer stopping your typing and turning slightly to face your boss with your hands still hovering over the keys.
"Would you care to join Diggle and I?" He questions buttoning up one of the buttons on his suit and your eyes are immediately drawn to his fingers and your tongue nervously dashes across your lips as you prepare to decline his offer.
As if he can sense your hesitation he adds, "It's almost 3 hours past the time I told you to go on break and we're going to Big Belly Burger."
You smile softly, "Well how can I say no to that?"
You grab your bag from underneath your desk and head towards the door alongside Diggle and Oliver almost having to jog in order to keep up with their long strides.
"Should I meet you guys there?" You wonder aloud fishing through your purse for your car keys.
"Don't be ridiculous. You'll just ride with us." Oliver says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. He starts to cross the street but when he turns you're still standing on the side walk looking for your keys.
He sighs and walks back to you placing his hand on your lower back and guiding you towards his car sleek black car. He opens the passenger door for you and your face immediately flushes five different shades of red. You get into the passenger seat while John slides into the backseat.
"So," Oliver smiles as he gets into the driver seat and starts the ignition, "the brooding guy in the backseat is John Diggle."
"I know, sir. I'm the one that told you he was here today." You smile cocking your head at Oliver and John laughs loudly in the backseat.
"Right," Oliver clears his throat while he pulls out of the parking spot and drives towards the fast food restaurant.
The right to the eatery is comfortable and you get along well with both John and Oliver getting to know your boss a little bit better than the playfully serious persona he wears at work. The three of you sit at a table outside of the restaurant and you barely finish your food before both Oliver and Diggle's phones go off at the same time.
"Crap we gotta go," Oliver curses standing from his seat and gathering all of the remaining trash off the table,"Y/N, if you wouldn't mind could you take my car back to City Hall?" Oliver asks pulling his keys out of his pockets and dangling them from his hands.
"No problem, sir," he tosses them to you and you effortlessly catch them.
Him and John rush off in a direction opposite of City Hall and his car but before they get too far Oliver turns around and with a dashing smile says, "Next time maybe we could grab lunch just the two of us?"
"I'd like that, sir."
"My name is Oliver!"
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Later on that day you're seated at the desk in your living room typing away at the report you didn't get to finish when you went out for lunch with Oliver. You apartment is silent aside from the quiet chatter coming from your TV in the background. You jump slightly when you hear a knock at your door, but figuring it was just your annoying neighbor you ignore it, but not even ten seconds later the knock comes back but louder and more insistent.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" You groan as you reluctantly stop typing and head towards the door.
You pull the door open and let out a harsh gasp at Oliver Queen dressed in the traditional green leather of the Green Arrow. You gawk for a second before you realize that he's bleeding heavily from a wound in his stomach.
"Holy shit, Mr. Queen," You quickly put his arm over your shoulder and lower him onto the couch making sure that you close and lock the door behind yourself, "Sir, I need you to take that off," You gesture towards the costume and he grimaces as he pushes him self off of the couch trying the take it off but you powers allow you feel the wound he has stretching, "Here ill do it."
You gently unzip the outfit, subconsciously letting your hand trail down his bare chest as you go.
Once the suit is off he's sitting on your couch in a tight pair of black boxers that leave nothing to the imagination, but your mind is focused on the wound on his stomach.
"...this is gonna feel really weird, sir." you sigh, Oliver is about to ask what you mean wear your hand starts to glow and he watches his skin knit itself back together at your command.
"You're a meta," He breathes his eyes watching your face as you avoid his gaze.
"You're the Arrow."
His eyes still watch your waiting for you to look at him and when you finally do he rests his hand on your cheek to keep your eyes on his, "Thank you, Y/N."
"No problem, sir."
"Oliver."
You smile and your body seems to work on it's own as your forehead presses against his own and before you realize it you're straddling him on the couch with your mouth on his moving feverishly against each other.
"Damn it, Y/N," Oliver grunts against your lips and his hand finds itself on the back of your neck pulling you impossibly closer.
"Sir," You sigh breathlessly as you re-rest your forehead against his own and shift your position to lock lips with him again stopping short when he sucks in a sharp breath, "Shit. Sorry, sir."
You climb off of his laps and take a couple steps back to stop yourself from kissing him again, "I forgot to mention I can heal your wounds but I can't take away your pain. It'll be sore for a while. You should get some rest, sir."
"Y/N, wait. How would you like to work with me?"
"I already do, sir. Everyday from 7 am to 5pm."
"I mean with the Arrow, Y/N."
"Oh! Of course, sir! It would be an honor."
You smile to yourself and head back towards your room.
"Oh and Y/N call me sir again and you're fired."
"Yes, Mr. Queen."
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uh oh two in a row. I'm still not wearing glasses but I took my keyboard cover off and I typed this in thirty minutes which is a holiday miracle because it took me 5 months to write that last one
