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𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬

Oliver x g/n!reader

Genre : fluff , sfw

Author note ; english in not my first language so please let me know if i make mistakes :) Also , I’m still quite new to everything that comes to writing , so please don’t hesitate to give me advice !

The mountain air was cold and crisp, and a layer of fog hung low over the trail as Oliver adjusted his grip on his handlebars. He closed his eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply. The world felt hushed, peaceful even, as he waited for you to catch up.

You appeared a moment later, breathing heavily from the climb.

You'd been asking Oliver to take you on one of his favorite trails for weeks, and today, he'd finally given in. Watching you pedal up the path with all your determination had left a smile tugging at the corner of his lips all morning.

"You good?" he asked, a little teasingly, as you rolled to a stop next to him, clutching your side and panting. "I told you, this one's a little intense for a beginner."

You shot him a look, defiant but with a grin behind it. "I'm just catching my breath. Don't worry about me."

Oliver chuckled, looking at you with that familiar, steady gaze of his, like he knew something you didn't. "Alright. Just let me know if you need to take a break. It's a long way down."

You straightened up, flashing him a challenging look. "Only if you need to stop."

Amused, he raised his brows. "I will remember you said that."

The two of you set off, Oliver taking the lead, navigating the twists and turns of the mountain trail , while you followed close behind, and though the ride was tough, you kept up, gritting your teeth and focusing on his back in front of you. The trees blurred past as you picked up speed, the trail winding downward, the thrill of it building with each turn.

Oliver stole glances over his shoulder, impressed by how you handled each dip and rise in the trail. He knew you were nervous— he could see it in the way you gripped the handlebars a little too tight, or in how you'd let out a small gasp whenever the path took a sudden drop. But you kept pushing, refusing to fall behind.

Finally, you reached a wider, flatter area, a natural overlook where the trail opened up to a sweeping view of the valley below. Oliver slowed to a stop and gestured for you to pull up beside him. You parked your bike,next to his,hands on your hips as you admire the view in front of you.

"Not bad, huh?" he murmured, his voice softer than usual, like he didn't want to disturb the quiet beauty of this moment.

"Not bad?" you scoffed, "It's amazing." You paused, eyes fixed on the view, then looked up at him with a smile. "Thanks for bringing me here, Oliver."

He gave a small nod, hands stuffed in his pockets. He wasn't the type to talk much about his feelings, but you could see the contentment in his face, in the way he looked at you. You knew this was his place, his escape. And knowing he'd shared it with you—it felt like a silent trust.

Oliver leaned his bike against a tree, stretching his arms up with a sigh. "I don't really bring people up here," he admitted, almost shyly, as if the words weren't meant to be spoken. "It's... kinda my place to get away from everything. From racing, from the pressure... from all the noise."

You studied him for a moment, surprised at how open he was being. "Then why'd you bring me?"

He shrugged, glancing away as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess I thought you'd get it." His voice was low, just like a murmur. "I thought... maybe you'd understand what it's like to need a place just for you. Somewhere you don't have to be anyone except who you really are."

His words hung between you, vulnerable in a way that made your heart ache. You took a step closer, reaching out to gently touch his arm. Oliver's gaze softened as he looked down at your hand on his arm, and for once, the easygoing, calm facade he wore seemed to slip. He took a small breath, as if steeling himself, and turned to face you fully.

"I think I wanted to bring you here for a while," he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... when I'm around you, things feel simpler. Like I don't have to think so hard or pretend to be something I'm not, i just have to be myself."

You felt your heart beat faster, and before you could think it through, you reached up, brushing a hand over his cheek. His eyes widened slightly, but he didn't pull away, instead, he leaned into your touch, his gaze never leaving yours, as though you were the only person in the world.

"I do understand ,and I'm glad you trusted me enough to bring me here.” You marked a pause , but begin to talk soon again. “Oliver," you said, your voice soft, "you never have to pretend with me. I like you just the way you are."

A faint blush colored his cheeks, and his expression turned serious, but there was a gentleness there too, something you hadn't seen before. Slowly, he brought his hand up, covering yours on his cheek. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and the warmth of his touch sent a thrill through you.

He took a step closer, the two of you now only inches apart, and you could feel his steady breath as he looked down at you. "I don't know what it is about you, but... I just feel better when you're here, I love you."

You smiled , reaching out to kiss his lips. “ I love you too. And i’ll never get tired of saying it.”

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