Falling in love with another man was never apart of Oliver’s plan, but now he wondered why he ever even thought about overlooking you

While dating the same sex was rather frowned upon in the area you two lived in, Oliver couldn’t care less as long as he had you. The scowls, the name-calling, the protests against your relationship in general… he was only able to get through it all because he had you by his side. He would fight an entire army of homophobes if that’s what it took to live a happy life with you. You were his best friend, his lover, his life…

“Are you cold, sweetheart?” Oliver couldn’t help but notice the way you shivered as the chilly, autumn air caressed your skin, his hand locked tightly with yours as you walked side by side. Silly boy… forgetting your jacket like that

It didn’t take even a second for Oliver to stop in his tracks, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk as he unzipped his jacket before sliding it off his shoulders. In one swift motion, he wrapped the piece of clothing around you gingerly, the material warm from his body heat. He let his hands linger on your arms, leaning forward just a bit to press a chaste kiss to your forehead with a smile spread across his lips. He didn’t care about the disgusted looks the both of you were receiving from the people who passed by; he loved the way you looked in his clothes

“There… nice and toasty, eh?”