Oliver queen x reader.

A very unfortunate meeting

Impatient, playboy, handsome, ignorant, flirty, spoilt....These are just some of the words you would use to describe the childhood best friend that had torn your life apart.

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You and Ollies relationship wasn't very caring or wholesome per se , but ... you needed each other. Not romantically or anything. You may have been the one person he had half an emotional connection with. You were one of his constants... He did need you. Thats part of reason, your connection was toxic. He was bad with emotions, it worried him, so he would push you away, flirt with you , embarrass you front of his friends and worse. You had the type of relationship where you said you would marry eachother if you were both still single at 40. Though he kept trying to change the age limit. So it was a rollercoaster, but in the end. He was Oliver queen. Your best friend.

Queens gambit lost at sea.

Insert your entire world crumbling.

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You had left him a voicemail at least once every month...on a long drowned phone.

"Hey Ollie... I didn't have such a good day today."

"hi Ol.. psh. Thats dumb isn't it.. Ol. You sound like an Olive ,man. So umn anyway I, met this guy at work. Condescending. Know it all. A bit of a charmer though."

"H-hey Ollie. (F/N) just- She's ... why do I keep losing all of you."

"hi..So things keep getting worse ollie... I'm in debt and i feel like my life is going no where... MY job is virtually dead end."

"H-Hey Oliver. i . i don't even know why I'm calling you. Pretty pathetic aren't I... You're ...gone."

"I, hey! i .. actually had an ok day today. First time months."

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you quickly made your way down the glades, breathing an invisible sigh of relief as you got out of the darkness. Your hair was in a braid stating from up your head then splitting around your shoulders. Wearing a new red flannel over an oversized grey shirt. Olivers shirt actually... tucked into black jeans to compensate for the largeness. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You rolled your eyes and checked the caller ID.

"Thea Meh Boi"

"better not be calling me about pills again hun..." You muttered before pressing the answer button.

Bringing the phone to your ear, you heard Thea's frantic voice.

"Y\N COME NOW!"

You jumped back at the phones scream.

"Jesus christ, Thea, are you high?"

"COME TO THE MANOR NOW, YOU WONT REGRET IT FRIKIN COME."

Eh your schedule had nothing but be depressed and watch netflix,

"mind telling me why?"

"YOU WONT BELIEVE ME JUST COME."

Her voice was trembling lightly making you wonder if she was in trouble.

"ALRIGHT SURE." You chuckled "I'll be there on 20." You hung up before further ear assault and hailed a cab.

As the car skidded near the mansion, your body felt heavy. You brought your fist up and rapped twice on the massive door. It swung open to the form of Walter.