I LOVE THEM. DAYUUUUUUM.
I ship this because of the new series. I love it how they just have team work, ya know? And by the way, this is my OTP bros, mah OTP! And I've been into them, SOOO much.
If you guys actually know what I said in the last, I love you.
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Oliver Queen was in a really bad mood.
It wasn't just because there were no clues on finding this criminal. It wasn't just because Felicity has a boyfriend, he had gone over that. It wasn't because his head ached. It wasn't because the big pile of papers in front of him, on his desk.
Maybe, it is, all of it.
"No.." He muttered and put his hands on his temples. He frowned and stood up. He walked to his door and grabbed his jacket. He looks back to the papers and let out a sigh. "I'll do that next time," with that, he opened the door and walked out of his office. He walked, passing by a lot of his workers as they greeted him and he greeted back with a nod.
He looked at the elevators, which were full with passengers. When the passengers saw him, they squeezed in more and he shook his head at this. He turned on his heels and walked straight forward the fire exit. He didn't feel like going to the public stairs. So, he opened the door and walked down the stairs.
He kept on walking down, his feet not even strained floors after floors. He muttered an inaudible greeting when a guard passed him by, saluting then walking the opposite direction. He turned again and walked. Finally, he was on the last floor, the floor where he parked his car. He instantly saw it and a half-smile formed.
He shoves his hand in his pocket and found his keys easily. He opened his car and got in. He rested his hands on the steering wheel and sighed. He put the keys in and turned it, the engine roared to life. He opened his headlights since it was dark. He started to drive out of his building.
Paper works, workers, Felicity, Arrow, head ache.
He needed to get all of these out if his mind, quick.
He stopped by a bar. Maybe, all he needed was noise.
He walked in and heard a familiar name being cheered on.
"Barry! Barry! Barry! Barry!" And it went on until a bad singing voice of a girl came. He cringed at this. Maybe he was wrong. With that, he walked towards his car but stopped when a voice came in.
I know who owns this voice, he thought. He grins and went back to his position, leaning on the wall near the door of the bar.
"I met a girl crazy for me,"
He rose his eyebrow but nodded to the beat. Then the girl part and next. But, now, he wasn't even troubled by the bad singing of the girl. He focused on Barry's. He grinned. He never knew the kid had such talent when it comes to singing.
"She swam by me, she got a cramp,"
He laughs quietly at this. Barry's smooth voice was starting to calm his mind. Although it was noisy, all he could hear was Barry's voice. He leans his head on the wall and he closes his eyes, sighing as he did. He stayed motionless for a while, people staring at him quite a few times.
"I saved her life, she nearly drowned."
He continued to listen, his shoulders relaxing as it slumped. He heaved a sigh. Next one to relax was his arms. Then next his not-so-tired legs. All the tense began to calm down.
"Summer sun, something's begun. But, oh, oh, these summer nights~"
All his worries vanished from his mind. All the troubled thoughts seemed to disappear after what seemed like Barry. Now, in his mind, was only consisted of Barry. He didn't seemed to be bothered by this. He heaved another sigh, but, this time, this was lighter.
"Did she put up a fight?"
"Took her bowling in the Arcade~ We went strolling, drank lemonade. We made out under the dock..We stayed up 'till ten o'clock~!"
He chuckles. He felt like Barry was every comfortable with the lyrics. Well, it is only a song. He then thought, his eyebrows furrowed while his eyes are closed, Who's the girl?
He shrugged it off, trying to concentrate on Barry's voice.
"She got friendly down in the sand. Well, she was good you know what I mean!"
He laugh loudly. For the first time he had met Felicity, he didn't think about singing this to her. He didn't need to. She has a boyfriend. He doesn't care anymore.
"Tell me more, tell me more. Could she get me a friend?"
You already have, Oliver thought, smiling. He added, Though, not so much. But more than I have. Oliver sighs and after what seemed like years, he opened his eyes after the last lyric of the song:
"Tell me more, tell me more!"
He smiles. Then, he walked towards his car, kind of dizzy and light-headed. Although he felt like this, it was a good thing. He felt like he was free. He grinned and went inside his car. He tuck in the keys and turned it as the gear opened. He turned the steering wheel carefully and drove but saw the familiar red flash dash out of the bar.
He tend to follow it. So, he did.
When he finally knew where The Flash stopped. He saw no one but a vomit. At first, he didn't know what to react but finally, he laughed. He knew The Flash couldn't get drunk, (which was a miracle!) but he didn't know The Flash brought a lady friend. Well, he guessed right after the girl had sang back in the bar.
He saw marks. He rose his eyebrows. The Flash doesn't leave marks. Maybe only now. He followed the marks and was shocked.
All the marks were scattered on the roads, not a single person noticed. Well, it was barely visible anyway and his eyes are more trained to this kind of thing. He sighs. Now how will he look for The Flash. He looks at the time in his car and nodded. He turned to the corner.
He might be in the S.T.A.R. Labs, he guessed. He drove straight and turned around the corner. He stopped. Traffic. He looks at the time again and sighs.
It might take some time though, he added.
"Goodnight Doctor Wells," Barry big goodnight which earned him a smile and a nod.
"Goodnight, Mr. Allen." He nodded back and watched as the wheel-chaired doctor strolled away. He smiles and looks at the accelerator. He put on his shoes and tied them. After doing it so, he laid his head on the wall.
I'm tired, he commented and sighed. Of course he is, he just went up against a meta-human with teleport powers! She was crazy and maybe, still is for that guy who ditched her. He sighs again. He knew love could be that strong, he knew.
But I should do this, I'm going to be fine later on, he added and smiles, rubbing his eyes.
He stepped foot on the accelerator but stopped when a knock came from the hallway. He looked back quickly and swiftly run towards the wall behind it. He looked at the computers and looked for the hallway CCTV. He didn't see anything. He became confused.
A knock from Cisco's office made him flinch in shock. He looks back and saw Oliver. He let out a sigh of relief. Oliver laughs at this. "What's wrong? The Flash actually getting surprised? You're not the only one who's fast," Barry frowned at this but couldn't help but hide a little smile as he stick out his tongue. "Like, hell yeah." Oliver chuckles.
Barry walked close to him with a raised eyebrow. "So, how'd ya get in here?"
Oliver shrugged. Oliver sat next to the accelerator, turning back to Barry with a smirk. "Let's just say it's a secret for now." Barry rolled his eyes, his smile widening. "For now?" Oliver grinned back and nodded. "For now." He confirmed.
Barry sat next to him. "But, why are you here in Central City?" Barry couldn't keep this question although it's obvious. He's probably here for another case, he thought. His heart was calming down because of this thought but then it just got faster when Oliver spoke the opposite thing he had in mind:
"You."
Barry, being the Flash and had already felt love towards another, blushed. The Great Streak or Flash, blushed. Barry looks away and coughs. "Wh-Why so?" He couldn't keep himself from stuttering. He lets out a heavy breath. His heart was beating like a drum.
Oliver smiled softly, although, confused. He didn't know if Barry was embarrassed or he just did a cough because he felt awkward. Nonetheless, he thought and added, those two are probably mixed right now. He leans closer to Barry.
"What's wrong?" His voice lowered its volume to a whisper.
Barry unnoticeably tensed and turned his head back to The Arrow. He blushed more. He pulled on his neckline and looked at the ceiling. He slowly shrugged, not letting The Arrow knew what he was feeling. His heart was fast like lightning, his mind became light-headed and his body felt numb.
"It's nothing," he whispered back.
Oliver leaned back and nodded, frowning a bit. He then smiles. "Sing me a song will ya?" Barry perked up at this and tilted his head, his cheeks hadn't erased its color. Oliver grinned and made a clue, "Barry, Barry, Barry, Barry!" Barry, being fast, understood it right away.
The cheeks that were once starting to clear its color just came back to its old one. Red. Oliver thought this was merely amusing and cute. Though, maybe more on the cute. Or the amusing part. He couldn't decided. Both, he answered himself.
"Y-You..were there?" Barry asks, stuttering in the process.
Oliver grins and looks at Barry's brown eyes. "Yes, I was," He answered and felt Barry go hot. He laughs. Barry looks at him, flustered and embarrassed. "Wh-What!" He continues to laugh, thought still careful and mindful that this might be recorded. But he didn't care anymore if it did.
He shrugs. Barry pouts and looks away.
"You're gonna sing now?" He asks, a little laugh coming out.
Barry didn't look at him but replied, "Unless you stop laughing, I will."
Oliver knew it was worth it, so, he stopped. Barry finally looked at him, a little shocked at the seriousness Oliver had on his face. Barry coughs and became tense from his gaze. Oliver's blue eyes watched him, still waiting.
Barry finally sighs.
"Don't laugh." He warned and Oliver rose his eyebrow, smirking. "Why should I?" He wanted to add that he had already head his voice but didn't want to. Surely Barry must've thought he'll stop if he would say that.
If Oliver wanted him to sing, sure, he would. He heaved a deep breath as he thinks about what too sing. Then, occurred to him a flash back of his own words: "Some people are worth being crazy for".
It was cliché, but is the truth
"I'm crazy for you~ touch me once and you know it's true, I never wanted anyone like this, it's all brand new...you'll feel it in my kiss, I'm crazy for you!"
Oliver was confused at first and wanted to ask why, but seeing Barry singing his heart out he was contented and lied back down. He closes his eyes and felt like the last time he heard Barry singing in the bar.
"Trying hard to control my heart~..I walk over to where you are~ Two by two no needs of words at all~"
Oliver, yet again, felt free. He was in his own sweet little world. Or their world, as he out it in. He never thought, again, that this boy sitting next to him, singing, has this talent. Barry looked at him in the corner of his eyes and blushed a little but he continued,
"Slowly now as we begin to move with every breath, I'm deeper into you..Soon we two are still in time but if you read my mind, you'll see~.."
Oliver grinned as the chorus started again. Then, he noticed Barry struggling to get his voice to be louder and maybe, higher. He laughs and felt Barry relaxing next to him as he did.
"I'm crazy for you~! Touch me once and you know it's true~..! I never wanted anyone like this...It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss...I'm crazy for you, crazy for you..." Barry sang and sighed a little, leaning over to Oliver's shoulder. Blinking away his sleepiness, he continued,
"It's all brand new..I'm crazy for you and you know it's true.."
Barry closed his eyes, his vision getting blurry as he tried to blink away his sleepiness again. But, soon, he gave up and let himself get comfortable on Oliver's shoulder as he snuggled onto it. It's late and it's been his first time staying up awake all day. He felt sleepy and tired, but most of all, he was happy.
Barry sighed deeply.
"I'm crazy for you..."
Barry heard it before getting sweeped by darkness and sleepiness.
Oliver noticed the change of breathing pattern of Barry. He's asleep, he thought. Oliver opened his eyes and his blue eyes scanned Barry's sleeping face, who had his eyes closed. He smiles genuinely. That's weird, he said in his mind and added, How can someone sleep while singing?
The question was left to float with the air. He chuckles quietly.
"Mr. Queen, how are you?"
He looks back and saw Doctor Wells, wheelchair and all. He grins nervously. He tried to stand up and greet him but Barry was on the way of that. Wells noticed this and rose his eyebrow, biting his lip. Oliver flushes."I-uh...well, we..w-were-uh...singing?" It came out more interrogating.
Wells nodded and moved to them. He handed a card to Oliver.
"Take him here,"
Oliver was confused when the Doctor walked away, to put it specifically, strolled away with the help of his wheelchair. He looked at the card and there was an address. He guessed it was The Flash's home.
His gaze moved to the sleeping brunette next to him. He sighs and combed back his hair.
Now...how will I carry you?
His mind wandered over this question until he had no choice but to use the most safe position. He puts Barry's back over his arm and carried his two legs. Barry seemed heavier than he looked. He looked into the mirror and grinned. Oh, how they looked weird and yet...perfect.
Perfect? What?
He shook his head, clearing that kind of thought for a while. He closed the lights but didn't close the computers, not knowing how and guessed that Wells would do it. He walked down the stairs and saw his car parked in the same place. He opens the door of his car and puts Barry at the back seat. He climbs in and tuck in his key, he turned it. The lights went on. He drove and shifted gear.
By the time he arrived to the address Wells had given him, he carried Barry the same he did some minutes ago. He walked on their front porch of steps and tried to knock. He was nervous yet determined to get this over with but not the carrying part. He thinks he would miss the warm and snuggling of the boy on his chest.
When the door opened, he stiffened.
Joe West. A police investigator and a father. Oliver coughed, clearing his throat from nervous assumptions. He stated calmly, "He fell asleep in S.T.A.R. Labs." Joe rose his eyebrow and scanned their position, their most awkward one. Joe nodded slowly. "Upstairs, left bedroom."
Oliver looked down at Barry, who was leering peacefully than he had thought for the Flash. He muttered, "Thank you," With that, he walked up the stairs and went to the direction West gave him. He founds the room of Barry and opened the door with his feet, though, not kicking it.
He lie down Barry on the bed but got unsatisfied. He blushes faintly and shook his head, no. He couldn't bring himself to dress Barry. But he needed to. Barry seemed uncomfortable with his bedding outfit. He sighs and went to his closet, rummaging some clothes he thought looked 'manly' enough for The Flash.
And then cute, he added in his mind.
He dressed Barry and sighed. He was done. He walked to the door and was about to close it until he snatched a peek on Barry's sleeping figure and smiled. "Thank you, Barry." He whispered in the air and closed the door, walking away.
When he came back downstairs, Joe was doing some documents, paper and glasses, all. Joe looks back at him and nodded, "Thank you, Oliver.." He muttered, eyeing him curiously. He smiles back. "No problem, officer." Joe shook his head.
"Just Joe."
Oliver nodded and walked towards the door. "No problem, Joe," he tried and walked out of the house, not bothering to hear another thanks from the officer. He climbs in his car and looked at the mirror, smiling.
"That was better than I thought,"
He drove off, back to his hometown, all night, grinning.
Diggle looks up from the television as Oliver went in. Diggle smirked, noticing the hidden smile.
"Is that a smile I'm seeing?"
Quickly, Oliver's lips made a thin line as he looks at Diggle, an eyebrow raised as he crossed his arms. Diggle grins and lifted his hands in the air like he was being caught by an officer. Oliver rolls his eyes and walks away from Diggle, who snickered.
"I'm gonna shoot an arrow," Oliver threatened but didn't look up from what he's doing. He's actually, absent-mindedly messing with his arrows, which seemed dirty. So, he decided to wash some of it.
Diggle notices this and laughs, ignoring the threat.
"You don't wash your arrows, dude."
Oliver stops and looks up from washing his arrows, squinting his eyes to Diggle, frowning and grunting. He turns back to his work again and finishes it. He turns around again to Diggle, who is amused by his behavior. "Yes, I do," He says, glaring his blue orbs to Diggle's black ones.
"Why were you so happy when you came in?" Diggle asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Oliver's frown deepened. "No, I wasn't." He denied and Diggle rolls his eyes.
"Well, he did go to Central City..perhaps...Barry?" A female voice reckoned and he sighs, knowing who it is. They both look back, looking at a blonde haired lady who has her hair in a ponytail with eyeglasses, grinning. Diggle laughs in humor.
Oliver groans and glares at both of them, who were smirking at him.
"I'm going home." He said blankly and the two nodded, laughing.
He hated being teased by those kind of comebacks. He's straight right?
He shook his head and thought, Straight as a circle, maybe. But he wasn't, right?
