#emeraldshot

Shooting out a cable by extending one arm, it winds itself around one person who he then yanks to the right, knocking over three people. That’s four down. Only 8 more to go.

          ❝ h-hey ! get outta here, this is MY SPACE ! go away right now, or you’re gonna get it ! ❞

-Coughs- Oliver’s a pussy. -coughs-

“He’s overestimating his abilities. He’s being impulsive. Reckless.” He counts all the bad habits Red Arrow has developed on his fingertips, “he’s taking on difficult, complicated missions that weren’t meant for one person to complete. And he’s being stubborn about it.” This later part has him clenching and unclenching his hand into a fist out of frustration. “I practically had to wrestle him to the ground just to get him to let me stitch up his arm. I know he means a lot to you and from what I understand he’s not on speaking terms with you right now - won’t even let you near him. I can watch him for a while but I can’t stay on Earth, I can’t follow him around forever,. You’ve got to find a way to get through to him. I’m afraid he’ll get himself killed at this rate.”

Oliver, the sly bastard, knows he’s ticklish. He knows that if he kisses him in a way that his face brushes, feather light, over his skin it makes him laugh. That seems to be the Oliver’s goal - hands wind around his waist, pulling him close as Oliver’s beard brushes against the back of his neck, tickling him. Rolling up one of Oliver’s sleeves, he traces the phrase, “you’re a brat,” into Oliver’s skin. The last few letters are shaky, however, as Oliver tugs the collar of his shirt down a bit, moving from tickling his neck to tickling his shoulder. At this, he laughs so hard he snorts. “Is this how you thank me for doing your dishes? You better stop tickling me, Oliver.” He traces his name, OLIVER, in all caps for emphasis. 

Gently pushing a cup of coffee in Oliver’s direction, he walks around the table in order to sit beside him. Offering the man a small smile he reaches for his hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. These comforts are simple and wordless but he likes to think Oliver can feel the love behind them.

“We’ll I’d hate to get arrested so I suppose I ought to follow that law then” he replies with a soft chuckle. Shifting to pull the blanket up higher over them, he presses a kiss to the top of Oliver’s head. If only people knew Green Arrow was literally the biggest softie alive... 

“You’ve been awake for quite a while. Come sit. You need to give me a chance to give you one of your presents.”