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Glitch [Part 3]
Part 1, Part 2, Part 4
Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x Reader
Word Count: 1228
You couldn’t help but shake as you neared the Meryln residence. Cooking had always been a world of passion for you, but everything had to go smoothly today. Today is the day you will meet your recently found best friend. You could feel yourself getting cold feet. Oliver Queen was not just Tommy’s best friend, but his chosen brother. What if he didn’t like you? Would it be the end of your relationship?
‘It’s just a dinner.’ You thought, ‘An important dinner with an important figure in Tommy’s life.’
You never felt this way when you had an impromptu dinner with Tommy’s father, Malcolm Merlyn. He had invited himself to one of your more extravagant dates and took the liberty to introduce himself to his son’s ‘current bed warmer’ (his words, not Tommy’s).
You know you wouldn’t be able to survive another embarrassment. Tommy doesn’t hold his father’s opinion in any regard, but Oliver is different. Despite his flaws, Tommy held Olivier in high regard.
Tommy did not take kindly to his father’s words. He promptly cursed his father for speaking in such a way to you, swiftly paid the bill, and got you away from his father and his venomous words. After the horrendous dinner, Tommy apologized for the interruption and his father’s callous words.
‘Please let this dinner turn out better.’
You parked your car, gathered the grocery bags, and walked up towards the door. One of the maids gave you a gentle smile before allowing you inside. You vaguely remember the way to the kitchen. After the encounter with Tommy’s father, the two of you didn’t spend much time at Tommy’s place.
You called out his name before stepping into the exceptionally spacious kitchen. It was the type of kitchen you would see on television—the type advertised to be for the middle class but clearly for the filthy rich. The kind that is just for show and never used.
“Here.” He turned to you with a bright smile. He was finally getting his dream: his best friend and girl were about to meet. It was something he thought would only stay a dream, but somehow it became reality.
You turned your attention away from him and onto the new kitchenware. He definitely bought them for this occasion, even though you offered to bring your cooking utensils. You had even insisted on hosting the dinner at your place, but he had a vision of how things would play out.
You shook your head in disbelief. “You didn’t have to buy all of this.” The equipment alone must’ve cost a fortune, and what a waste if it was only used once.
“How else am I supposed to show off that I am an amazing cook?” He joked. “I need to have proof, don’t I?”
You hummed, “And what have you cooked in this kitchen? Let alone the new kitchenware.”
He shook his head and raised his hands. “It is not about what I have or haven’t cooked in this kitchen. It is about the possibilities of what I can make. Especially for the love of my life and my best friend.”
You could almost feel your heart bursting out of your chest. ‘The love of his life’ It was like hearing your favorite song on the radio. It felt like a warm blanket was wrapping you up on a chilly winter night.
“That sounds like someone who has never worked a bone in this kitchen.” You say, almost daring him to disagree with you, before raising an eyebrow, “Am I wrong?”
He gripped his white shirt in what was supposed to be anguish. “How could you attack my ego so unapologetic? I thought we had something good.” He wasn’t the best actor; his feeble illusion was shattered by the laughter coming through his words.
You joined in, laughing until your stomach hurt. “I just want to keep my man on Earth with me. I can’t have him floating away.”
His composure shattered, and he erupted in laughter. His laugh, his genuine laugh, was so light and gentle. It reminded you of the wind chimes your grandmother would hang out on the porch as the wind created music. You would never tire of hearing his laugh.
He clapped his hands and brought you back from your daydream. “Let’s get started! I want to show off my skills.”
“Or lack thereof.” You joked.
“Hey!” He pouted. He watched as you removed the ingredients from the brown paper bags. “What do you want me to do, chief?”
“Did you preheat the ovens like I told you?” You asked about covering several sheet pans with aluminum foil.
“Yes.” He said, “One was set at 225 and the other at 450.”
“Perfect.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Take the mini medley potatoes and wash them before placing them on this.” You pointed at one of the olive oil-covered pans and said, “Pan and smash them with the bottom of the jar.”
Tommy exclaimed, “Yes, chef!” You could hear him take the potatoes to the sink and turn on the water while you seasoned the bone-in rib eye with salt and pepper.
The time the two of you spent making the perfect dinner felt so mundane. It was something you could imagine doing for the rest of your life with him. Tommy was not your first boyfriend, but he was the first to spend time with you in the kitchen. Normally, you would be busy cooking dinner while they played video games with their friends. You used to do it alone, but these two of you were perfect. You would give anything to continue to have moments like this.
‘Oliver should be here soon.’ You busied yourself by mindlessly plating the uncut rib eye onto the decorative platter. As you did so, Tommy spent his time stabbing toothpicks onto the Bourbon Glaze bacon-wrapped shrimp and moving them to a different plate.
As the two of you continued to finish up, a roar sounded out from Tommy’s stomach, which led to the two of you laughing. “All this work made me hungry.” He rubbed his stomach sheepishly. “Oliver needs to get here soon, or else I’ll riot.”
“He’ll be here soon.” You reassured him before handing him the shrimp. “Go put this on the table.”
“Yes chef!”
Almost as if you could read his thoughts, you called out, “And no snacking!” You could only hear a disappointed groan as you watched him walk into the dining room and disappear. You thought, ‘He was the love of your life. He was your person.’ You would climb mountains to be his.
You were thankful to have Tommy in your life. He showed you the love authors write about—a love you once thought only existed inside the pages of a novel, and you prayed this was real. And that you didn’t conjure him up in your imagination.
You portioned out the cuts of the rib eye in your mind before slicing into it. The slices should not be too big or too small. Each slice should carry enough chimichurri sauce to melt in your mouth.
Once you finished, you washed your hands and checked to see if you had acquired any stains on your clothing. When you deemed yourself presentable, the doorbell rang, and your body tightened. Dinner was about to commence.
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Request: Yes / No Can I have please Tommy Merlyn/F!reader where Malcolm drags tommy to a party for Merlyn Global and he thinks it's going to be miserable until he sees her there and they dance and steal some booze and end up making out somewhere? @thecaptainsgingersnap
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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1300
Warnings: Nothing I think
Y/N: Your Name
Y/L/N: Your Last Name
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*Tommy’s POV*
My father planned a party for Merlyn Global and I was forced to go. I really didn’t want to go to a damn business party, but I didn’t have a choice. I got in my suit and went into the limo with my Dad. I was staring out the window, bored out my mind wishing I was anywhere else.
“Tommy, can you at least pretend to be excited.” My Dad asked and I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t even want to go.” I said and he sighed.
“You are just as much apart of Merlyn Global as I am. You need to show up to some events also.” He said.
“Fine…” I sighed.
Once we got to the party I put on a fake smile. I shook hands with the businessmen and made polite conversation with some. Once in a while, they would try and set me up with their daughters, but I would always excuse myself. I decided I needed a much stronger drink if I was going to have to deal with these people. I was heading to the bar and that’s when I saw her. She was in a red dress that hugged her curves perfectly.
She was dancing to some music and people were giving her odd looks, but she didn’t care. She looked so free. I saw her walk off and followed her. She was leaning against the wall in the hall and catching her breath. She looked up and gave me a smile. It felt like my world stopped as I stared at her. She was beautiful.
“Do I have something on my face?” She asked and I quickly shook my head.
“No, sorry.” I said and stepped closer to her.
“I’m Tommy.” I said, offering her my hand. She smiled and shook it.
“Y/N.” She responded. Even her name was beautiful.
“Are you enjoying the party?” I asked and she shrugged.
“I thought it would be more fun, but everyone’s so stuck up.” She said and I laughed.
“I agree.” I said and she smirked at me.
“I might know a way to make this party more fun if you care to join me?” She suggested and my smile grew.
“What did you have in mind?” I asked.
“I’m going to distract the bartender and you are going to steal a bottle.” She said and I shrugged.
“Sure, why not.” I said and she smiled.
“Yay!” She cheered and clapped. She grabbed my hand and pulled me along. She stopped just before the doorway and nodded at me. She walked over to the bar and leaned over so her chest was more exposed to the bartender. I felt a small surge of jealousy run through me, but shook it off. She was flirting with him and he was eating it up. She glanced at me and I took the hint. I quietly walked behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of rum. I held it up so she could see and she slightly nodded. I walked back to the doorway with the bottle behind my back and she excused herself from the bartender. She quickly grabbed my hand ran out the back door. She was laughed the whole time and it was music to my ears. She stopped near a large tree and lent against it. She grabbed the bottle out of my hands and opened it. She took a large swig from the bottle and smiled.
“Perfect.” She said and handed it to me. I also took a large swig and smiled at her.
“I get the feeling you’re not really supposed to be here.” I said and she shook her head.
“Maybe, maybe not. You’ll never know.” She said, taking the bottle back.
“Do you do this often?” I asked and she looked at me confused.
“What?” She asked.
“Steal bottles and drink them at rich people’s parties?” I asked, taking the bottle back from her.
“Not really, only when I find a will accompless.” She smirked.
“Do you get those often?” I asked and she shook her head.
“No, you’re the first, actually.” She answered and I smiled.
The two of us talked and passed the bottle back and forth for a bit. We ended up drinking half the bottle and were definitely feeling the effects. I had closed the bottle and placed it to the side. She was touching my chest and ended up wrapping her arms around my neck. I gently placed my hands on her waist and she giggled.
“You’re so cute.” She said and I chuckled.
“You’re cuter.” I said and she pulled me down so my forehead was resting on hers. The two of us stared at each other for a bit and I glanced at her lips.
“Kiss me.” She whispered. I obayed her request and pushed my lips onto hers. She pulled me in closer and tangled her fingers in my hair. She pulled slightly and I moaned into her mouth. I held her waist tighter and she moaned. Her tongue slid along my bottom lip, begging for an entrance. I happily opened my mouth and our tongues explored each others mouths. I pulled her closer to me and we were pressed against each other. I let my hands go lower and gripped her ass. She moaned more and I smirked slightly. We were enjoying each other’s company and feeling each other up. Suddenly cold water hit the two of us and we pulled apart. Y/N screamed slightly and we looked around. The sprinklers had come on and they were currently getting us more and more wet. I grabbed Y/N’s hand and pulled her back to the house. She was giggling the whole time and I laughed with her. We got inside and weren’t too soaked, but it was noticeable.
“Tommy? Why are you wet and what are you doing with Y/N?” Dad asked, looking at the two of us confused.
“You know her?” I asked and my Dad looked at me confused.
“Of course I do. She’s Y/N Y/L/N.” He said and my eyes widened slightly.
“Your Father is Harry Y/L/N?” I asked and she shrugged with a slight blush.
“Yep.” She giggled and my Dad sighed.
“Do not tell me you got her drunk.” He said and I sighed.
“We may have drank a bit…” I answered.
“Malcolm, have you-”
“Y/N, there you are!” Her Father walked into the hall that we were standing in.
“Hi, Daddy!” She said, clearly too happy.
“Are you drunk?” He asked and she just giggled.
“Harry, I’m so sorry. It seems my son got your daughter drunk.” Dad said and her Father shook his head.
“I’m sure it was Y/N’s idea. She’s quite the trouble maker.” He said and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m not a trouble maker, Daddy.” She said and slightly fell. I wrapped my arm around her waist and held her up.
“I’ll take her from here, son.” Her Father said. He took a hold of her and she stumbled slightly.
“I have to take her home. It was a nice party, Malcolm.” He said and helped her walk off.
“Bye, Tommy! It was nice meeting you!” She called as she left and was smiling brightly. My Dad looked at me as they left and he sighed.
“Was it her idea?” He asked and I nodded.
“I honestly thought she was a party crasher…” I admitted and he shook his head at me.
“You’re lucky her Father isn’t mad at you.” He said and I smiled slightly.
“I think he might even like you. So I hope you’ll want to see her again.” He said and walked off. I smiled to myself, I’d be happy to see her again.
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she touched the boot :(
#nemo and i forget his name#nemo's dad#merlin marlin m...arlin ?#nemo DONT do it and then nemo DOES IT#joel miller#ellie williams#marlene tlou#tess servopoulos#hbo the last of us#the last of us#hbo tlou#incorrect quotes#mine#if i ever were to lose queue#imagine if we gave tommy (not this one) a son named merlin. that'd be so funny im never doing that but#MM. Miriam & Marley?? No pshhh Merlin Merlyn
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Imagine being tommy Merlyn and you die in your best friend’s arms and your friendship and death changed him so much he stopped killing as much. Then when you get revived and find out he fucking died and your other best friend (Sara) is alive: You never get to see both of them alive at the same time again.
Oh also your girlfriend/wife (e-1 laurel) is dead and that’s just a version from her from another earth (e-2 laurel) but good news! Your father is dead and your best friends little sister (Thea) is actually your sister as well.
#i’m rambling#tommy merlyn#oliver queen#laurel lance#Sara lance#thea queen#malcolm merlyn#crisis on infinite earths#arrow#arrowverse
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Way more than seven sentence Sunday
This is for chapter 4 of my arrow/Torchwood au fic
Malcolm never thought he'd want to change who he was, but he also never thought he'd see Ianto Jones again. He didn't want to tell Ianto about all of the horrible things he'd done as Malcolm Merlyn until he was able to leave that life behind. Malcolm was sitting at his desk trying to think of a way of leaving his life behind when his receptionist let him know that Oliver Queen was there to see him.
Malcolm let her know to let Oliver up while hoping that he wouldn't get in the way of him leaving the city.
Malcolm leaned back and thought about where he might go and imagined moving away with Ianto to a secluded place and living happily together.
Malcolm stopped smiling the second that the door to his office opened and Oliver walked in.
“When Tommy's other father showed up at the club I wondered why he was never mentioned or present but then I remembered when Rebecca and my mom were talking. Rebecca came over upset and asked my mom for advice one day. She mentioned that she was in love with you but you were still caught up on a dead lover from the UK. That was Ianto, wasn't it?” Malcolm clenched his jaw a little but still didn't show any hint of emotions.
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JJ’s Fic and Moodboard Masterlist Updated 2/28/24
Moodboards
Best Friends Brother AU || One Chicago || Sarah Reese x Connpr Rhodes
Sarah Reese: Police Officer || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric
Single Dad!Severide || One Chicago || Kelly Severide Centric
Halstead Brothers Adopt Reese || One Chicago || Gen
Merlyn Twins au || One Chicago & Arrow || Tommy Merlyn & Connor Rhodes
One Chicago x Jatp Fusion || One | Two | Three || One Chicago & Julie and The Phantoms || Mult-ship
The Andi AU || One | Two || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric & Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
The Resident x One Chicago Crossover || One | Two || The Resident & One Chicago || Gen: Conrad Hawkins & Sarah Reese
Ballet au || One Chicago || Sarah Reese Centric
Voight Family Values || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Sarah Reese as a Former Black Widow || One Chicago & Marvel Studios || Gen: Sarah Reese & Bucky Barnes
The Sisters Halstead || One Chicago || Gen: Makayla Ward & OC
MCU Spiderman Meets The Amazing Spiderman || Marvel Studios || Gen
Mockingbird || One Chicago & DC TV || Gen: Sarah Reese & Dick Grayson & Mult-Ship
Severide & Reese Step-Siblings au || One Chicago || Gen: Sarah Reese & Kelly Severide
Burgstead Pregnancy AU || One Chicago || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess
Superstar Juke AU || Julie and The Phantoms || Julie Molina x Luke Patterson
NHL Star! Connor Rhodes || One Chicago || Connor Rhodes Centric
WHAT IF NESTA COULDN’T PHYSICALLY SPEAK IN ACOTAR? || ACOTAR || Nesta Archeron x Cassian
What if Paulo took Daisy with him when he left Clump? || Irreverent || Gen: Paulo Keegan & Daisy
FICS
Marvel Comics
The One Where Tony Survives (Alt Endgame Universe) || WIP (Series)
A Handful of Moments I Wished I Could Change (And a Tongue like a Nightmare that Cut like a Blade) || Complete || One Shot
Two Worlds (One Family) || Complete || One Shot
The Darcy Lewis Chonicles (Series)
Just Tony || Darcy Lewis and Tony Stark || One Shot
Julie and The Phantoms
Found a Time and Space || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Juke & Williex
In These Small Hours (Series) || Complete
Hollywood Tragedy Aftermath || Complete || Bobby | Trevor Wilson Centric
Do You Hear That Love? || Complete || One Shot || Willie x Alex
Melancholy Kaleidoscope || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke
Little Wonders (These Twists and Turns of Fate) || Complete || One Shot || Julie x Luke and Willie x Alex
One Chicago
You Held Me Up on Your Shoulders Way Up High || Chicago Med and Chicago Fire || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese and Kelly Severide
It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || Chicago PD || WIP (Series)
It Was a One Night Stand Until I Woke Up Next to You || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess
Blood Thicker Than Water || One Shot || Complete || Jay Halstead x Kim Burgess
Married But As Friends (Series) Chicago Med || Complete
Delicate || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
You Could Still See the Best in Me || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Cause I Clutched Your Arms like Stairway Railings || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Freeze Time, Baby Rewind || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Friends Don't Look at Friends That Way || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Come Back Be Here (Series) || Complete
Never Stop || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Guilty by Association || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
If I Drift in the Wrong Direction (You Turn the Tide) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
You & Me || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Reader Imagines (Series)
Apartment Fire || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Jay Halstead & Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling
Doctor Visit || One Chicago || Complete || One Shot || Halstead brothers Will & Jay Halstead & Disabled fem!reader Halstead sibling, and Manstead if you squint
One Chicago Soulmate AU || WIP (Series)
Your Words (Burned into My Skin) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
In Your Eyes (and it all makes sense) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Sweet Nothing (All You Wanted From Me Was) || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Long Story Short || WIP (Series)
Rare as a Glimmer of a Comet || Chicago Med || Complete || One Shot || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Voight Family Values || WIP (Series)
Yeah, I Just Wanna Take You Home || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Hold On, I Still Want You || Chicago Med || Complete || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Interlude: What If || Chicago Med || Complete || Drabble || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming (You Were Breaking Down) || Chicago Med || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
DC TV
What Happened in Russia, Didn’t Stay in Russia || Arrow || Oliver x Felicity (An AU season 2 rewrite) || WIP (Series)
You’ll Always Be My Girl (or Felicity’s first scar and Oliver’s lecture) || Complete || One Shot
Slade’s Promise (Or Oliver’s Overprotective But with Good Reason) || Compete || One Shot
DC TV/Chicago Med Crossover
Mockingbird & Co.
The Same Little Breaks In Your Soul || Chicago Med || Arrow || Titans || WIP || Multi-Chapter || Sarah Reese x Connor Rhodes
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Healing & Scars - The Darkness on the Edge of Town
Summary: Team Arrow discover Malcolm's true plans for the Glades. Oliver reunites with Laurel and has a revelation, one that alters their relationship going forward.
“I’ve been watching your mother for days now, Oliver, and nothing.” John moved to Felicity’s computers as she went through surveillance of Moira Queen. “She goes to work, she comes home. Occasionally, she goes out for dinner. She seems to particularly like the salmon tartar at table salt.”
“I’m linked into her home and office phone. Nothing out of the ordinary. No mention of Walter’s abduction or the Undertaking. Just a few innocuous calls to Malcolm Merlyn.” Felicity turned her chair around to face Oliver.
“Why wouldn’t she call him?” asked Oliver, gripping his bow. “They’re old friends. We’re all old friends.”
Felicity stood and approached him slowly, concern filling her. “Are you ok?”
“My mom and my best friend’s dad are involved in a conspiracy that may have dire consequences for the city.” Oliver answered, looking at her with hard eyes. “And I’m pretty sure they murder my father. I’m not planning on using the word “ok” again any time soon.”
Felicity didn’t know what to say. She wanted to help, to comfort him, but she didn’t know how.
“Listen, all we know for sure is that Malcolm and your mother are planning something for the Glades.” John joined them.
“And that Walter and I were getting too close to it. That’s why they had him kidnapped.” Felicity added.
“We have to find out what this Undertaking is,” said John.
“I got to ask her.” Oliver stood, walking over to his case to set his bow down.
Felicity followed his steps. “Well, no. The last time the Vigilante paid your mom a visit, you got shot, and I got to play doctor with you.” Felicity ran a hand on top of her head and down her ponytail in embarrassment. “Ahh! My brain thinks of the worst way to say things.”
Oliver turned back to them. “This time it’ll just be me asking. Friendly mother-son chat.”
Felicity and John watched him leave.
Felicity wrung her hands. She hoped he was right or else she was going to have to put her ability to use again on him and frankly, she didn’t need another scar so soon after the last one.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Oliver entered the club from the bunker entrance, turning down the hall that led him to the bar. He spotted Laurel standing near the steps. ”Laurel? What are you doing here? It’s not even 7:00 a.m.”
“That’s just after closing time, right?” asked Laurel, closing the distance between them as he came closer.
Oliver chuckles.
“How’s business?” asked Laurel.
“Well, it’s busy. Busy. It was easier when Tommy was running things.” Oliver answered honestly.
“Tommy’s a good guy,” replied Laurel.
“Yeah.” Oliver agreed.
“Are you?” asked Laurel.
Oliver frowned. “What do you mean?”
Laurel played with her hands nervously. “Last week, I told you that I wanted to get back with Tommy. That I needed you to go to him and explain to him that you didn’t still have feelings for me. But instead, you told me that you did. As I’m sure you can probably imagine, I haven’t been able to think of much since.”
“I shouldn’t have said that,” Oliver admitted.
“Then why did you?” asked Laurel.
“I didn’t... have an agenda.” said Oliver. “I didn’t mean to make it more difficult for you to fix things with Tommy.” he squeezed her hand in apology and walked past her.
“But what if you did?” Laurel turned, keeping her body angled toward him. Oliver stopped and turned back to her. “After you disappeared-- with Sara– I was sorry I ever knew you.” Oliver looked down at her words. “But now, things have happened that I never thought would. You coming home. My parents being in the same room. And you. What if I’m finally starting to see you for who you really are?”
Oliver shook his head. “No, Laurel, it’s–”
“And maybe Tommy was right.” Laurel cut him off. “Maybe he and I weren’t meant to be. Maybe I’m finally ready to admit that... that I still have feelings for you, too.”
“Nothing’s changed.” Oliver gripped her wrist lightly. “My life hasn’t changed. I haven’t changed. I got to go. Walter’s coming home.” he let his hand fall to his side.
Laurel inhaled sharply as he walked away and shakily exhaled.
Oliver continued to walk away. When he was on the island, Laurel represented home. He was home now, and he needed her to be a light at the end of his dark tunnel because if there wasn’t one, he wasn’t sure he could handle that.
~*~ ~*~ ~* ~
Moira walked into the foyer with Walter. “Everything’s exactly as you left it.”
Oliver and Thea entered from another room. “How are you feeling, Walter?” asked Oliver.
“I’m on the mend, thank you, Oliver.” Walter replied.
Thea moved forward to hug him. “Oh, I’m so glad you’re home.”
“That makes two of us.” Walter returned her embrace.
“All of us.” Moira placed her hand on his arm with a smile. “We’ve prepared a delicious brunch for you. All your favorites.”
“Oh, yum, English food.” Thea teased.
“Actually, I’m more tired from the drive than I expected. So I think I’d like to lie down for a bit,” Walter said.
“Yes, of course.” Moira leaned forward and Walter turned his head, her lips pressing against his cheek.
Moira moved from the room as Walter started up the steps.
Thea’s phone vibrated with a text from Roy, telling her to meet him tonight.
Thea watched with Oliver as Walter ascended the steps. “Walter doesn’t really seem like himself.”
“He’s gone through a lot. It’s just... going to take a little bit of time.” Oliver told her.
Thea sighed, turning to look at him. “I’m really sick of us all having to go through a lot, you know?”
Oliver tuned to look at her, and she walked away.
Oliver had been through a lot and he was indeed sick of it. It was exhausting.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Six scientists and three security personnel are confirmed killed in the massacre. Among the dead, respected seismologist Brian Markov. A spokesperson for Unidac Industries says a comment would be forthcoming.”
Moira was watching a news anchor segment on the tv, and it was shaking her natural decorum.
Oliver entered the room. “Mom, we need to talk.”
“Oh, uh, later, Oliver.” she brushed him out of the room, heading out.
Oliver turned to the tv to see what had his mother’s attention.
“...co-workers, parents and families of all the victims to see how they’re coping with their loss,” the new segment continued.
Oliver’s eyes narrowed.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Hey, Mom.” Oliver greeted,entering the room.
Moira turned from where she was looking out the window, exhaling. “Walter’s upstairs resting. I think he’s... doing well, don’t you?”
Oliver closed the distance between them. “Who took him?”
“Well, we don’t know yet. But I’m going to make sure all the resources of Queen Consolidated are behind it.” Moira answered.
“That’s the answer that you gave to reporters yesterday.” Oliver pointed out. “Tell me the truth.”
Moira scoffs. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“I think you do.” Oliver insisted. “A couple months ago, when I showed you dad’s notebook, you seemed to know something. Something about our family being in danger.”
Moira clasped her hands together. “Are you suggesting that I knew something about my husband’s kidnapping?”
“I’m just suggesting that maybe you were scared. That maybe you didn’t mean for any of this to happen. But it was harder than you thought. And now you’re barely keeping your head above water. Please, Mom. Let me help you before you drown,” Oliver pleaded with her.
Moira shook her head. “You need to stop asking these things. Do you understand? I need you to stop.”
“I can’t,” said Oliver. He could hear his mother’s distress, and it only made him feel more urgent. “I need to know.”
The lights in the room and house went out.
“Is that a power outage?” Moira asked, looking up.
“I don’t know.” Oliver answered, looking around.
Glass breaking, a dart hits in the neck and he goes down.
“Oliver!” Moira kneels at his side, worried. “Oliver!”
More glass breaking, a dart caught in her neck. She gasps, pulling it out before crumping to the floor next to her son.
The hood walking in is the last thing she sees before losing consciousness.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Moira came to slowly to find she was tied to a chair in a dark warehouse. Oliver was across from her, tied into a chair as well. There was one single light angling between them, shining in their eyes.
“Mom!” Oliver called to her when he realized she was awake.
“Oliver.” she looked across at him alarmed.
“Are you ok?” Oliver asked.
“Oliver? What--what-- we got to get out of here.” Moira started to pull at her bindings frantically, but it was pointless.
The hood stepped forward, staying just out of the light, his head down, hood up. “Moira Queen… You have failed the city.”
Moira breathed shakily in distress.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Please! Do not hurt my son,” Moira pleaded, cheeks wet with tears.
“Tell me what the Undertaking is and I won’t have to.” The Hood growled out, stalking close to Oliver.
When Moira didn’t say anything, he stalked toward Oliver.
“No!” Moira exclaimed.
“Tell me!” He ordered, striking Oliver across the face with his fist.
“Please! Leave my son alone!” Moira begged.
The hood struck Oliver again. “What is Malcolm Merlyn planning?!”
“I can’t tell you!” Moira exclaimed. “He’ll kill me, he’ll kill my family.”
“You should be more worried about what I’ll do.” The hood back handed Oliver so hard, it tipped the chair over.
“No! Malcolm is planning to level the Glades!” Moira cried. “He said so he could rebuild it, but…”
The Hood stood in front of her. “How?”
“There’s a device.” Moira answered.
“What device?!” The Hood demanded.
“He says that it can cause an earthquake.” Moira answered.
“How is this possible?” The Hood asked.
“I don’t know. It was invented by Unidac Industries. Malcolm used my company’s Applied Sciences to turn it into a weapon.” Moira answered, despair shining in her eyes.
“Why would you get involved in something like this?” The Hood asked, moving behind her.
“My husband...He got involved without my knowing. He was just trying to do some good. He was lost.” Moira hung her head down in defeat. “He… His decisions left me vulnerable to Malcolm, and I had no choice. I had to protect my family and my children.”
Oliver watched his mother from his upturned chair.
“This device… Where is it?” The Hood questioned.
“I don’t know.” Moira answered.
“If you don’t tell me, I can’t stop Merlyn!” The Hood was back in front of her.
“Oh, you can’t stop him. It’s too late.” Moira cried. She watched as the hood pulled out a knife and moved toward her son. “No, no, no, I told you everything! Oliver! No!”
She fell silent when the Hood cut Oliver’s binds, her mouth falling open as he did the same for her and then he was gone.
She rushed out of her chair to Oliver, kneeling at his side as he tried to pull himself up.
“Oh, sweet– Please, I know what you must be thinking, sweetheart, but I never intended any of this to happen.” Moira tried to explain.
Oliver let out a harsh cough.
“You know I would never willingly be a part of anything like this,” said Moira.
Oliver stood slowly, looking down on his mother with a look of betrayal. “I don’t know anything anymore.”
He walked away, limping, leaving his mother kneeling in the wet, dank, empty warehouse.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Felicity sat in a chair by the weapons table. John was at the gun table. He had changed out of the hood gear. She stood when Oliver walked in with a slight limp.
“Oh, my God.” Felicity exclaimed. Oliver’s face was covered in bruises. “You said you were going to pull your punches!” she accused John.
John turned around. “I did.”
Felicity moved to touch his face. “I can heal this for you.”
“No.” Oliver caught her wrist in his grip. It wasn’t tight, but it was secure. “It can heal on its own. You shouldn’t use your gift on something so small and superficial.”
Gift?
The word repeated in Felicity’s head as she withdrew her hand back. No, not even she had considered what she could do a gift.
It was just something she did. Something she had to keep a guarded secret, but she never thought of it as a gift.
However, hearing Oliver call it that caused a warmth to spread through her chest.
“Then at least let me get you an icepack for… Everything.” Felicity insisted.
“I’m fine.” Oliver touched her arm lightly. “I need you to dig up everything you can on Unidac Industries.”
Felicity went to her computers, sitting in her chair and getting to work. “Well, we know Queen Consolidated acquired them seven months ago. That’s when we met.”
“I need information about what I don’t know.” Oliver told her.
“Unidac is a small research and development technology company that specializes in seismic infringement,” said Felicity.
“Merlyn plans on leveling the Glades with a device that triggers a manmade earthquake.” Oliver said from just over her shoulder.
“You’re kidding.” said Felicity.
“What else does it say?” asked Oliver, moving to stand opposite her.
“More information on the stock auction and, you know, the latest on what the media’s calling–”
“The Unidac massacre.” Oliver finished for Felicity.
“There’s no way this timing is a coincidence,” said John, moving to stand over Felicity’s shoulder.
“Oliver, there’s a website claiming the police suspect a copycat archer.” Felicity informed him.
“What?!” asked Oliver.
“So the other archer works for Merlyn?” John asked, leaning over Felicity’s computer station.
“He’s tying up loose ends. Erasing all evidence, this device exists so no one can trace the devastation back to him,” said Oliver.
John pushed off the computer table. “All right, so you’re going to have a pointed conversation with Mr. Merlyn.”
“Well, even if I take out Merlyn, the other archer is still out there. He can set off the device. We need to find it,” said Oliver. “Then Merlyn can get his.”
“Well, maybe there’s another way to get Merlyn to tell us,” said Felicity, her full focus on her computer monitors.
“What do you have in mind?” asked Oliver.
“As I keep proving, people keep secrets. Computers don’t.” Felicity answered, her fingers moving over the keys of her keyboard at a rapid pace.
Oliver moved to Felicity’s side. “Felicity, are you hacking into the Merlyn Global mainframe?”
“”Hacking" is such an ugly word. No. I’m…” she trailed off. “Yeah, totally hacking into the Merlyn Global mainframe.”
A sheepish smile played on her lips. She loved to hack. She enjoyed a challenge.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The computer beeped as Felicity was denied access.
While she enjoyed a challenge, right now it was quite annoying.
John was next to her, his forehead pressed to the table.
Felicity scoffed in irritation.
“Anything?” Oliver asked, appearing at her side.
It wasn’t the first time he had asked her, and being asked the same thing was an annoyance to her already frayed nerves.
John lifted his head.
Felicity looked up at Oliver in exasperation. “Just for the record, I will pump my fist in the air and scream, “yes!” If I get in.”
“You know, you can just say this isn’t working.” John suggested.
Felicity glared at him. “This isn’t working.”
“All right, there has to be some other way we can find out where he’s keeping this device.” John stood and sat on the edge of the table.
“Unless I can waltz up to Merlyn’s mainframe and plug in my tablet directly, there’s no way of getting that location.” Felicity answered, standing up from her chair, moving to stand behind it.
“Then we waltz.” Said Oliver.
“Excuse me?” Felicity responded. She didn’t seriously believe that was an option.
“You need direct access to the mainframe, so we get you direct access to the mainframe, and we figure out where the device is being kept,” said Oliver.
“Oliver...I did mention that the mainframe is located inside Merlyn Global Group’s main headquarters, on the 25th floor?” Felicity stressed. “It’s only accessible through a restricted access elevator.”
John looked up at the ceiling, already knowing what Oliver was going to say.
“I know. We’re going to have to break in.” Said Oliver.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Oliver walked through the doors of Merlyn Global, walking up to the security desk. “Hi. Oliver Queen. I have an 11:30 with Tommy Merlyn.” he handed over his id.
The guard accepted his Id looking it over.
Felicity appeared at the other end of the counter, dressed as a delivery girl with takeout from Big Belly Burger. “I have a super deluxe Big Belly Buster for a Mr. Andrews. I think he’s in security. He a good tipper?”
“You can go on up, Mr. Queen.” the guard handed him back his ID. The guard picked up the phone and looked at Felicity. “You can wait a second.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
A guard in the security room had the phone pressed to his ear. “New guy, you order food?”
John answered from behind him. “Yeah, I’m addicted to Big Belly Burger.”
“Never had it,” the guard said, hanging up the phone as Felicity appeared in the doorway.
“I’ll split it with you.” Moved around him, handing Felicity some money and taking the food. “Keep the change.”
The security door shut after the exchange.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Felicity pressed for the elevator, Oliver came to stand beside her, waiting for the elevator.
The elevator dings and Oliver and Felicity waited for everyone to step off before entering the elevator.
“Hold that.” A man called.
Felicity pressed the closed button rapidly, unfortunately the man stepped inside be they started to shut.
“Where you heading, sweetie?” the man asked, looking back at Felicity.
“19th floor.” Felicity answered, disliking his tone and the way his eyes looked her over.
“Too bad, I’m going to 13,” the man answered.
Oliver reached forward, knocking the man’s folders out of his hands. They went flying out of the elevators. Papers scattering on the floor.
Hearing the man flirt with Felicity and look her over made Oliver’s skin crawl.
The man scrambled out of the elevator to pick up the fallen papers. “Damn it!”
The elevator doors shut behind him.
“Mr. Andrews got his lunch?” Oliver asked, looking straight ahead.
“One Belly Buster with benzodiazepine.” Felicity answered, holding a clipboard to her chest. “Hold the mayo.”
Oliver stopped the elevator and then climbed out of the elevator shaft.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
John was watching the monitors. “Sleep tight.” the guard was on the ground behind him, unconscious after taking a bite from the burger.
John stepped over him a removed one of the camera wires.
“Mainframe’s on 25, guys.” he moved back to the surveillance camera. “That’s as close as I can get you.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Felicity passed Oliver’s briefcase up to him and then he reached down for her, pulling her up beside him.
Oliver opened the briefcase, pulling out a grappling gun and stepped onto a pillar. He reached his hand back for Felicity. ”Come on.”
Felicity put his hand in hers and let him help her up.
“Don’t look down.” Oliver cautioned her.
“Too late.” Felicity said, looking down. “I should mention, I’m afraid of heights, which I just learned.”
“Hey, Felicity.” Oliver wrapped his arm around her waist as he looked up, searching for the perfect angle.
Her stomach flipped with the feel of his arm around her.
“Hmm?” Felicity reflexively wrapped her arm around his shoulder.
“Hold on to me tight.” Oliver said.
Felicity looked at him. ”I imagined you saying that under different circumstances.” Oliver turned his eyes to her and her heart pounded against her ribcage. “Very platonic... circumstances.”
Oliver fired the gun, and the grappler imbedded in his target. “Ready?” he asked her.
“Uh-huh.” Felicity answered and Oliver swung them across, his arm tightening around her.
Oliver straightened his jacket and crossed against the edge of the wall, helping Felicity across.
Moments later Oliver was opening the floor door, and stepped out. When Felicity didn’t budge, he held his hand out to her. “Come on.”
Felicity stepped out, grimacing. Her stomach revolting.
“You all right?” asked Oliver, concerned.
“I’m fine. Yeah, this is just my “about to hack” face.” She looked around the hallway at her surroundings. “I always… Oh, look like this right before I, you know, hack.”
“Security patrol’s on a ten-minute cycle. I’ll have my meeting with Tommy and be back in nine, ok?” Oliver assured her.
“Ok.” Felicity replied, hoping her stomach with settled as she continued to look around.
“Ok.” Oliver walked around her, walking through a glass door, leaving her in the hallway. ”Dig, you got eyes on her?”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
John watched Felicity moved down the hall on the security cameras. “Five by five.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Felicity moved down the hall, stopping at a door at the end that had a scanner. She put in a code and was allowed admittance. She settled in front of the mainframe in the server room, setting up her tablet and link. ”Ok.”
She wasted no time setting to work.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Oliver walked into Tommy’s office. “Sure beats the back of a bar.”
“I saw your name in my schedule. I thought it must be a typo.” Tommy turns away from the window, a file in his hand. ”Why so serious? Did someone decide that they didn’t want you putting an arrow in them today?”
“I thought it was past time we talked.” Oliver stopped in front of his desk.
“About what?” Tommy tossed the file onto his desk. “Me leaving the club? You being a serial killer? We’re not lacking for topics.”
“Let’s start with Laurel, since you’re still in love with her.” suggested Oliver.
“So are you.” Tommy shot back.
“I can’t be with her, Tommy. You know why I can’t,” replied Oliver.
“So what? I’m her consolation prize?” Tommy asked bitingly. “I’ll pass.”
“She’s not anyone’s...property.” Oliver defended. “Laurel makes her own decisions. And she chose you. Until you couldn’t handle it. Lord knows I am guilty of a lot of things between us, but not you and her. That’s all I came to say.”
Tommy sat down as Oliver turned to leave.
Oliver paused, turning back after reaching the doorway, looking around. “What exactly do you do here?”
Tommy looked up, glaring. “I work closely with my father.”
Oliver nodded and left, his jaw clenching.
He had a feeling his relationship with Tommy would only get worse from here.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
John was watching the cams when he was alerted to see an approaching guard. “Guys, you got trouble.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“What?!” Felicity reacted. It wasn’t time.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Felicity’s about to have some head of schedule company.” John warned.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“I’m not there yet on the download.” Felicity protested. She needed more time to do her part.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Hold tight, I’m on my way.” Oliver moved down the hall, heading back for Felicity but when he turned. He was intercepted.
“Oliver.” Malcolm greeted.
“Mr. Merlyn.” Oliver returned.
“I must say, I’m surprised to see you here,” Malcolm commented.
“Tommy and I just had a little unfinished business.” Oliver answered.
“Ahh. I know things have been challenging between you two, but I trust you’re working things out,” Malcolm replied.
“Felicity!” Diggle said over the comms.
“Just a few more seconds.” Felicity insisted over the comms.
“Yes. I’m sorry, I have to go,” Oliver told Malcolm. “There are some investors waiting for me back at the club.”
“I’m heading out to a meeting myself. I’ll walk you down to the lobby.” Malcolm motioned to the elevator.
Oliver had no choice but to join Malcolm and his bodyguard in the elevator.
“She’s going to get made, Oliver.” John’s voice was filled with urgency over the comms. “Oliver, did you hear me?!”
Oliver clenched his jaw, doing his best not to react as the elevator doors shut.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Felicity!” John said sharply.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“What? Just a few more seconds!” Felicity insisted. “Come on, come on, come on.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“You don’t have a few more seconds.” John argued, watching as the guards got closer on the security footage.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
The computer beeped.
“Yes!” Felicity pumped her fist in the air. “Wow, I really do do that.” Felicity quickly gathered her things and exit the room only to run into a guard. “Oh.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Damn it, Oliver, she’s in trouble. Where are you?” John spoke into the comms.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“This is a restricted area,” said the guard. “Let’s see some I.D.”
“I.D.?” Felicity moved her hand to her pockets. “Um…”
What the hell was she supposed to do here?!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Malcolm and Oliver stepped out of the elevator.
“Tell your mother I said hello,” said Malcolm, shaking hands with Oliver.
“I will,” said Oliver, keeping up the fake smile. When Malcolm was gone, he turned to head back upstairs, pressing his hand to his comm. “Got held up. Heading back upstairs.”
“Ollie?” Thea called, spotting him in the lobby.
“Thea?” Oliver turned back around. “What are you doing here?”
“I, uh, just saw Tommy.” Thea answered.
“Yeah, me, too.” said Oliver. “I’m going to run back up, I don’t want to be late.” he turned to head back up.
“Oh, I thought you just came down.” Thea called after him and he clenched his jaw, stopping.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“There you are!” John walked in. “Thanks a lot, man. This one snuck past security.” He strode forward, grabbing Felicity by the arm. “One of Merlyn junior’s bimbos. She’s pissed he never called her back.”
Felicity hoped the guard couldn’t see her relief at the sight of John.
“Copy that,” the guard said. “I read the tabloids.”
“Yeah. Thanks again.” said John. “Let’s go, Barbie.” he started pulling her out of the room. “Your new last name ain’t going to be Merlyn.”
“But I love him!” Felicity protested as they continued down the hall. “He’s my man!” she started laughing once they were out of sight, Digg looking down at her in amusement. “You’re my knight in shining armor.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Is that your friend, Roy?” asked Oliver, noticing a guy in a red hoodie with his back to him.
“No, um…” Thea trailed off.
“No?” Oliver repeated doubtfully.
“Yeah, he gave me a ride.” Thea answered.
“Thea, what are you really doing here?” asked Oliver. “The truth, please.”
“The truth?” Thea repeated.
“Mm-hmm.” Oliver nodded.
“Um...We’re trying to find the Vigilante.” Thea answered, realizing there was no point in lying.
“What?” Oliver’s eyes were sharp.
“Roy’s been kind of obsessed with him since he saved his life at the subway.” Thea explained. “And I overheard Detective Lance saying that the other archer was connected to Merlyn Global, so–” Oliver grabbed her by the arm and started pulling her toward Roy. “Hey!”
“Roy.” Oliver said sharply, causing the younger man to turn around. “We haven’t met. I’m Thea’s disapproving older brother.”
“Yeah, I know. Good to meet you.” Roy extended his hand.
Oliver gripped his hand tightly, making him jerk.
However, to Roy’s credit, he didn’t react.
“Don’t mess around with the Hood. He’s a psychopath, he’s dangerous, and anyone who gets near him winds up dead.” He dropped his hand. “That will not be my sister. Do you hear me?”
Roy nodded, his eyes hard as Thea looked between them warily.
Oliver looked past him to see Felicity walking out the door. She looked back at him and continued out. Oliver turned his focus back on Roy. “Ok. Take her home...now.”
He didn’t wait for a response and walked past them, fully expecting Roy to follow his order.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“In addition to the download, I also took the liberty of uploading a trojan to Merlyn’s system. Figured it might come in handy.” Said Felicity, from her chair in the Bunker.
“That’s smart.” John complimented. “If Merlyn thinks he’s been compromised, it’ll help if we know first.”
“Can you locate the seismic device?” Asked Oliver.
“I’m working on it. But there’s at least a terraflop of data to go through.” Felicity answered, her body turned toward him.
Oliver walked over to his case from the island.
“You all right?” asked John.
“My father, he told me that he failed the city.” Oliver picked up his father’s case from the book. “Asked me to right his wrongs, but I never knew what he meant until now. It’s the Undertaking. I promised myself that when I crossed all these names off the list, I’d be done, but… Taking down these people, it doesn’t honor him. I was just treating the symptoms while the disease festered. I stop the Undertaking… I wipe out the disease.”
“What are you saying, Oliver?” John questioned. “You would hang up the Hood?”
Oliver turned around to him. “Merlyn’s plan is what I returned from the island to stop.” he turned to leave.
“Where are you going?” John called after him.
“Out.” Oliver answered, heading for the stairs.
“Where do you think he’s going?” Felicity wondered when Oliver was gone.
“Nowhere good.” John answered with a shake of his head.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Oliver knocked on an apartment door.
“Hi.” Oliver greeted, when Laurel opened her door. “Can we talk?”
Laurel stepped back to let him inside.
“Thank you.” Oliver said.
Laurel closed the door behind him.
“What did you want to talk about?” asked Laurel, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Wow, I thought this was going to be easier to say,” said Oliver. “But now I’m standing here… Looking at you, and it’s–”
“Just say what you have to say and go, ok?” Laurel said, her stance not very welcoming.
“Ever since I’ve been back, we’ve been doing this dance. We come together, and then I pull away.” said Oliver. “Something pulls me away. But I think... finally... that something might be over.”.
“What are you trying to say?” asked Laurel, her tone softening
“That...you know me better than anyone.” Oliver told her. “And that you... are more important to me than anyone. I just hope I didn’t wait too long to say it.”
Laurel kissed him. “You didn’t.” She immediately started unbuttoning his shirt, and he helped her, removing his shirt. He picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “You’re right on time.” she kissed him again.
Oliver carried her through her apartment to her bedroom. He removed her jacket as they continued kissed and laid her on the bed, getting lost in each other.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Oliver had expected being with Laurel to feel different from before because he was different, but he had been wrong.
It wasn’t different. It was just sex.
He didn’t understand it. She was his hope, she was what he held onto to make it home. He thought that when this was over, they would find their way back to each other, but maybe they were just too different.
He wasn’t the same man he was once was. He didn’t want a relationship based on sex.
He wanted more than that. He wanted something real.
Laying in bed with her, he felt regret.
He looked over at the bedside table when his phone started vibrating. He eased her off of him and climbed out of the bed, grabbing his phone. “What is it?”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Felicity found the Markov device.” John Infomed Oliver over the phone. Felicity was working away at her computers. “Merlyn’s keeping it at a warehouse his company owns in the Glades.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Good. Coordinate an attack.” Oliver instructed. “You take the device, I’ll take Merlyn. Got a location?”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Yeah.” John answered. “According to Felicity’s trojan, Merlyn’s logged on to his computer from his office.”
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“I’m on my way.” Oliver said and ended the call, grabbing his discarded clothes, feeling relieved that he had to go.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
John moved through a warehouse, his gun and flashlight out. He opened a warehouse door, slipping inside.
He moved through the warehouse until he found an open crate that read Unidac Industries.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Very well,” said Malcolm, standing in the office. “I’ll be in touch.”
The Hood walked in.
“Can I help you?” Malcolm asked his back to the Hood. “No… “ he spoke into the phone, turning to face the Hood. “I wasn’t talking to you.” he ended the call.
“Malcolm Merlyn…” The Hood began. “You have failed this city.”
“And how have I done that?” asked Malcolm.
“The Undertaking. It ends now.” The Hood told him.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Oliver, the device…” John spoke into his comms. “It’s gone.”
The crate was empty.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Where’s the device?” asked the Hood.
“Safe.” Malcolm answered. “I don’t know how you got that trojan onto my system, but it prompted me to take precautions. There is nothing you can do to stop what is about to happen. And you shouldn’t. This city needs what is about to happen in order to survive. The people who are destroying it from the inside need to be erased from the map.”
“Fine. Let’s start with you.” The Hood fired an arrow.
However, Malcolm caught it in his hand. “Ironic, isn’t it? Last Christmas, I almost killed you,” he said, revealing he was the dark archer. “A few months ago, you saved my life. And now you’re here trying to kill me. You should make up your mind.”
“Done.” The Hood declared.
Malcolm threw the arrow back at him, the Hood dodged it.
The Hood and Malcolm exchanged a series of blows. Malcolm ultimately gaining the upper hand and knocking the Hood out, he knelt down yanking back the Hood.
“Oh, no,” Malcolm said as the Hood was revealed to be none other than his son’s best friend, Oliver Queen.
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1, 9, 13, and 28 for the wip game!!
I think I'll answer these for my Hartley & Tommy as roommates WiP
1. What's the log line for your wip?
When Hartley is disowned after coming out, Moira Queen jumps into action - bringing Tommy Merlyn along with her. While one friendship crumbles over the painful reality of bigotry, a new one grows out of unexpected acceptance.
9. What are the genres of this wip?
So this fic takes place while Oliver is still lost at sea - probably not more than a few months at most after The Queen's Gambit is sunk - which means no vigilantes or super powers.
I'd say the genres would be Drama, Coming of Age story, Slice of Life... and I think that's it.
13. Do you like working on more wips at once?
I do. If I stall on one fic, then I'll still have others to work on instead of frustrating myself on something I'm not making progress on.
Admittedly, sometimes I frustrate myself by working on a completely different fic than I intended to. Like a new fic when I wanted to work on an existing fic, but the shiny new idea was too shiny and I could not resist...
28. If you could pick three songs to capture the feel of your WIP, what would they be and why?
I think because Hartley's a bit dramatic and going through a lot, first choice would be Staind's For You. Not only do his parents disown him, but the boyfriend he thought he could depend on through all this he almost immediately winds up dumping instead, and he's struggling with mental health issues on top of it all. So the song kind of captures where he's at when the fic opens.
Moira's song would be How To Save a Life by the Fray. She's there to be on Hartley's side, but she's also expecting that she can just... browbeat Rachel into doing the right thing. Moira recently lost her her husband and son - she cannot imagine voluntarily throwing her own child out no matter what the circumstances. And it being because of who Hartley feels attracted to? Having to accept that she can't save Rachel from her own bigotry and that all she can do is help Hartley now is hard on her. She couldn't save her own family, but she desperately wants to save Rachel's. She has to accept that not being able to do that isn't her fault and sometimes doing the right thing by one person she loves means losing a friend in the process. (The lyrics work in my head, anyway.)
And finally, there's Tommy. He thought he'd help Hartley out a bit then go back to waiting on Oliver to come home and he slowly realizes that Hartley needs a friend to stick by him more than he'll admit. But also that Tommy himself really needs to be away from Starling (and Malcolm) with a friend who doesn't expect him to be the party boy. He can wait for Oliver anywhere, but Hartley needs him here. And maybe it's time he figured out who he is without Oliver anyway. So I think his song would be Demi Lovato's Gift of a Friend.
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An Unusual Gathering: Legend
by ArlyssTolero
The last thing Oliver expected after his encounter with Mar-Novu after awakening in the past was to be summoned to the Vanishing Point, a place outside of time and space, by The Spectre, the second individual responsible for his 'temporal resurrection,' in order to read a book detailing coming events in a fictional format due to 'dark events' that will come to pass. Oliver and those gathered quickly learn that Oliver's mission, his purpose in life, is far more complicated than even he imagined.
Words: 18437, Chapters: 2/93, Language: English
Series: Part 1 of An Unusual Gathering
Fandoms: Arrow (TV 2012), The Flash (TV 2014), Supergirl (TV 2015), Batman - All Media Types, Batwoman (TV 2019)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Oliver Queen, Walter Steele, Moira Queen, Thea Queen, Tommy Merlyn, Barry Allen, Henry Allen, Joe West, Iris West, Lucius Fox, Luke Fox, Kate Kane, Bruce Wayne, Talia al Ghul, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Jim Gordon, Lois Lane, Clark Kent, James "Jimmy" Olsen, Quentin Lance, Laurel Lance, Sara Lance, Emiko Adachi, Kazumi Adachi, Hal Jordan, Arthur Curry, Diana Prince, John Diggle, J'onn J'onzz | Hank Henshaw, Original Male Character(s), Original Male Character(s) of Color, Original Female Character(s)
Relationships: Laurel Lance/Oliver Queen, Clark Kent/Lois Lane, Moira Queen/Walter Steele, Justice League & Oliver Queen, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Jim Gordon & Bruce Wayne, Moira Queen & Oliver Queen & Thea Queen, Laurel Lance & Quentin Lance & Sara Lance, Clark Kent & Lois Lane & James "Jimmy" Olsen
Additional Tags: MST of My Own Fic, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, lauriver - Freeform, not for Olicity fans, Felicity Smoak Bashing, Oliver Queen/Felicity Smoak Bashing
source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46320634
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Nobody Likes a Secret, and I Was Always Yours - Tommy Merlyn Imagine (Supernatural)
Title: Nobody Likes a Secret, and I Was Always Yours
Pairing: Tommy Merlyn X Reader
Based On: nobody likes a secret
Word Count: 786 words
Warning(s): cussing, argument
Summary: Tommy learns a very important lesson after he royally screws up. You can’t treat people like crap and expect it to never get thrown back in your face.
Author's Note: So. Started watching Chicago Med and I was reminded of how much I adore Colin Donnell
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I wasn't surprised when there was a loud knock on my apartment door.
I had seen it coming.
I rolled back my shoulders and picked up my glass of wine. I stopped in the mirror by my door. I grinned for a moment. I had just started to pull myself together. I was starting to feel comfortable in my own skin.
I took a deep breath before going and pulling open the door.
"Hi, Tommy," I said, not even a little slightly shocked at who was there.
"What the hell is wrong with you," he asked through gritted teeth.
"Ever the sweetheart," I rolled my eyes. "Get in here before you embarrass yourself."
"I could sue you for defamation of character," he snapped as I shut the door behind him.
I couldn't stop myself, I cackled.
"Defamation of character," I asked. He glared at me. "Tommy... I didn't even share an opinion."
Why was Tommy showing up ranting about defamation?
Well, I did an interview.
They asked about my relationship with him that had ended. It was a messy break-up. I had gotten so tired of being hidden away from everyone and watching him flirt with whoever he pleased.
He agreed to go public and exclusive. That only seemed to cause more tension. He didn't like being "dragged along with me". After an extremely messy fight, he left with a few choice insults and the slam of a door.
I could've shrugged everything off if he hadn't gone to the media.
When questions started getting asked, he decided to not explain his flirting and cheating but instead decided to call me a "fun fling" that turned slightly obsessive.
Thankfully, a few tabloids asked for my side of the story.
"All I did was share facts and my feelings regarding a situation," I shrugged. "I mentioned feeling hurt... betrayed. I never called you... what was the word... obsessive. Oh, and I never talked about your behavior in bed."
"You said I cheated on you-"
"Because you did. That's not new information. You just tried to downplay it."
"How do you explain the leaked information?"
"Leaked information," I asked. "Oh... you mean the texts and call logs and shit. I have no idea who did that."
"Don't play dumb-"
"I'm not," I shrugged. "There are so many hacking groups, Tommy. I hate to say it, I wouldn't be shocked if you or your dad pissed the wrong person off."
"Like you?"
"Tommy, I don't think you understand how stupid that decision would have been," I chuckled. "I'm not going to risk putting myself in some legal trouble because I don't have the money for it. I have someone looking into who got into my stuff, but I haven't gotten any information. Most tabloids are just excited to have more news."
"If I find out that you're behind this, I'll drag your ass to court."
"Better than being dragged through the tabloids," I shrugged.
He glared at me.
"You don't get it, do you," I asked. "You don't get why I'm so upset about that?"
No answer.
"You were used to the public eye," I explained. "You've been in the spotlight since you were a child. I haven't. My first experience was you calling me obsessive and a good fuck. All of that because I didn't want to be a secret forever and I drew a line at you cheating on me. Obviously, I'm fucking pissed. I can't go anywhere without getting weird looks from everyone. I've had old friends call me and insult me. You were so desperate to win that you didn't care who you hurt."
His glare fell.
"I loved you," I continued. "I could've said so many things. And I didn't. I stuck to the facts. I didn't share anything that I didn't know for certain happened. It's not my fucking fault that you treated me like shit and that the facts supported that."
"I... I-"
"Leave," I cut him off. "I don't wanna hear an apology or some sad love confession shit. I want to leave, and I want to move on from this."
He walked to the door without another word. I just stared at him as he left. The door slammed behind him, but I didn't flinch. It felt good.
As soon as he was gone, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I furrowed my eyebrows and checked the notification. I smiled and chuckled at the message.
From Felicity: Damn, that new stuff coming out about Tommy is wild. It's a shame someone managed to hate into your guys' messages and send them to the major news sources in the city with an anonymous tip... or whatever that person did.
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Glitch [Part 1]
Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x Reader
Word Count: 1221
Meeting Tommy Merlyn was not something you expected to happen within your lifetime. You lived worlds apart despite living within Starling City for the entirety of your lives. He basked in the high life society while you primarily stayed cozied up within your condo. Your lives coinciding felt like a glitch. A sporadic moment in a hectic reality just waiting to drop a bombshell disrupting the peace you’ve ever known.
It began with a work email. Your catering business has somehow garnered the attention of one of the assistants working for Moira Queen. It was a surreal moment of your life as you could not fathom how they became aware of your business. To this day, it was still a mystery.
You worked your ass off for each piece to be perfect and delicious. You called up some friends to help you with delivering them to the Queen Mansion. You nor your friends have ever seen the mansion in person. Decorated so gratifyingly that it established an elite lifestyle. One you and your friends could only dream of but never touch. Thea Queen’s sweet sixteen would be the talk of the city and you had but a small part in making it the best day of her teenage years. You were thankful for this opportunity.
The door of the Queen Mansion was wide open. Busy bodies rushing back and forth with decorations barely being hung up. There he stood nearby the stairwell. He diligently surveyed the chaos stirring within the mansion. His only source of entertainment until the guest arrived. He wore an awfully expensive black tux. His presence radiated a sort of authority, a type you were vastly unfamiliar with.
Moira spotted the dishes and instantly began instructing you where to place the food. It was then that he noticed your semi-muscular frame. She attentively inspected your work for a solid second as your friends placed them onto the table, leaving you to verify the flawlessness of each piece. “These look wonderful.” She placed her hand onto your shoulder as you proceeded to unveil the rest. “That’ll be all.”
You nodded before responding, “Thank you.” That’s where it should’ve ended. A brief minute of residing in the same room at the same time. A moment where the planets and the fates and the stars aligned. Laying the groundwork for the glitch to spark an incomparable possibility. An unlikely window of opportunity for magic to captivate even the utmost bachelor in all of Starling City.
He was spellbound by your beauty, enthralled by your stance, and intended to become acquainted with you. His good looks, he thought, would help drastically but much to his disappointment you’d barely looked at him as you leisurely fled the mansion. He attempted to woo you with his lifestyle and money but you weren’t taking the bait. In fact, you barely muttered a few words to him as he tried to dazzle you. It was slightly frustrating but something kept him from relenting.
Within the entirety of his womanizer life, women came easy for him. It was his last name attracting the attention of women or his ridiculously handsome face (at least he thought so) that usually did the trick. But his usual antics weren’t working. For the first time, he had to work for acknowledgement from a woman and he rather enjoyed it. The rush of knowing his time with you was limited and every action could either disconnect from each other's lives permanently or become the start of something new.
He knew your job ended the second you’d dropped the food off and rectified what could’ve been disturbed by the car ride. His window was slowly coming to a close and you’d be lost forever in the sea of women that inhabited the city. He needed to arrange for more time, allowing his charm to fulfill its purpose and enchant you into his arms.
“Can I have a business card?” You nodded, digging into your pocket and handing him the card one of your friends digitally designed. All you wanted was to cuddle into your bed while silently stressing over the review that would soon loom over your head. A terrible review from Moira Queen will utterly destroy your business. You were dying for the days to come to progress so you could know the fate of your business. You were so busy ensnared into your thoughts that you didn’t notice Tommy Merlyn was flirting with you. Frankly, a panic attack was undoubtedly ensuing your figure as you left.
It wasn’t until a few days later that you’d realized that Tommy Merlyn was trying to pursue you romantically and the thought initiated a hearty roar of laughter. You regarded it as utterly ridiculous. Enough so that you’d poked fun at the situation you’d found yourself in with your friends. Knowing nothing remotely romantic could unravel between the two of you, you dismissed his attempt as a spur of the moment relapse on his part. He wasn’t a one-girl type of guy. His past (and very public) relationships presented as such and you were not looking for a short time. You wanted something more intimate and profound. Something the man the media portrayed could not approach if he continued on with his lack of self-control.
Unexpectedly he popped back into your life as he contacted you. Hiring you for an event he’d be hosting and imparting an invitation to you and your friends. When you relay the message you’d experience endless teasing by your friends. It was, according to them, another chance to have Tommy swoon over you. You took their bantering in stride as nothing, absolutely nothing will occur between the two of you. You were searching for something more than merely sex and didn’t want to be included in his ever growing list of one-night stands nor suffer through the heartbreak that would possibly hover over the hypothetical relationship. It was just something you did not want to bear.
He was, without a doubt, charming in his own right. He’d fished for little nuggets of specifics. Details of one such as preferred hobbies, cherished memories, and everything in between. Nothing a person who desired a one-night stand would seek. He was different from what the media had plastered all over the television and magazines. He seemed genuine when he indicated his want to get to know you on a personal level. Even admitting the entire event was assembled to grasp a fraction of a chance to encounter one another again.
It only brought more questions than answers but with a little convincing from your friends, you decided to give him a chance. It progressed slowly. Dates at Big Belly Burgers and stolen kisses under streetlights. You’d realized just how big his heart was and how much love he could muster for the people around him. Almost too much as most was at the cost of his mental state. He recognized the amount of devotion you dedicate to cooking. So much so he once decided to cook for you. He captured your heart the second he tried to cook Fettuccine Alfredo using a cookbook he’d soon give to you.
An inconceivable relationship blossomed over a mere glitch in reality and you both thank whatever gods or fate for allowing such a circumstance to transpire.
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Dream Shop
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Tommy Merlyn x Fem!Smoak!Reader
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Living in Star City was anything but easy. There were criminals learking around every corner, as well as meta-humans. However, the Green Arrow was there to keep them in check. Most people didn’t agree with his methods, but he was keeping our city safe. I was grateful that the Green Arrow was around, it meant less people that could possibly rob my little shop. I owned a tea and coffee shop near the former Glades. It wasn’t the best area for business, but everyone loved my shop so much that I was able to make a living. It was always my dream to run a tea shop, so I was proud of everything that I was doing.
*Tommy’s POV*
I opened the door to the little tea shop. I looked around at everyone sitting around at the tables. Most were people that lived near the area, there really weren’t many people from my tax bracket that came around the area. I took a seat at the only empty table and looked at the small menu. Everything was very affordable, which was perfect for the area it was in. The most appealing thing on the menu was a cinnamon tea. I normally just had coffee, but cinnamon tea sounded good. I also picked the plate of different cakes they made in house. I placed the menu down and looked up to see a waitress walking towards me. She was very cute and looked to be around my age. She was shorter than me, with Y/H/C. Her eyes were shining brightly, it matched her smile. She stopped in front of my table and pulled out a pen and a notepad from her apron.
“Hi, welcome to Cuppa Corner! What could I get you?” She asked in a friendly and light voice. I gave her a small smile and glanced at the menu one more time.
“Can I get a cup of the cinnamon tea and that sampling of the delicious sounding cakes?” I asked and her smile seemed to brighten.
“Amazing choices! I’ll get that started for you.” She said and went behind the counter, punching in the order. I looked around and noticed a few other workers in here, but the girl who took my order seemed to be doing the most. She was back behind the counter, making my tea and placing it on a small silver tray, then she reached into the display case and pulled out a little tower filled with small cakes. She placed that on the tray next to my tea and headed my way. She placed them each gently in front of me, all with a smile.
“Thank you.” I said as I lifted the cup to my lips. It smelled like the perfect drink to have this time of the year. I took a sip and hummed happily.
“This is amazing.” I said, looking up at the waitress.
“Thank you, it’s my absolute favorite tea we make here.” She said and I smiled.
“I can see why.” I said.
“How long have you worked here?” I asked as I placed the cup down.
“Since we opened.” She said with a small giggle.
“Oh really? You know the owner?” I asked and she giggled again.
“You’re looking at her.” She answered and my eyes widened a bit.
“You own this place?” I asked and she nodded.
“How’d you manage to get this place?” I asked.
“It’s always been my dream to run a little tea shop, so when this building became available I jumped at the chance. My sister helped me out, but I paid her back everything she let me barrow.” She answered.
“It’s really an amazing place. I don’t come around this part of town to often, but your place just caught my eye.” I said and she smiled.
“That’s what I like to hear.” She said. I heard the little bell to the front door chime, but neither of us looked.
“Y/N?” I heard a familiar voice call. The girl I was talking to turned her head and her eyes lit up.
“Felcity! What are you doing here?” She asked as a familiar face made her way over.
“I came to get a cup of coffee, gonna be a long night, oh, hey Tommy.” Felicity said when she noticed me after pulled away from hugging the girl, who’s name was apparently Y/N.
“You guys know each other?” Y/N asked.
“He’s friends with my boss, Oliver Queen.” She said, like she was reminding Y/N. Y/N rolled her eyes.
“I know who your boss it, Fel.” She said and Felicity laughed.
“Then you must reconize, Tommy Merlyn.” She said and motioned towards me. Y/N looked at me and her eyes widened.
“Oh my God.” She said and Felicity laughed.
“Thanks Felicity.” I sarcastically said and she laughed again.
“If I didn’t tell my sister now, she would have never figured it out.” She said and my eyes widened.
“This is your sister?” I asked Y/N and she nodded.
“What a small world.” I said and Y/N nodded in agreement.
“Anyway, one extra strong coffee, coming right up!” Y/N said and headed back behind the counter.
“When were you going to introduce us to your sister?” I asked as Felicity took a seat across from me.
“Y/N’s always busy with the cafe, I have to literally drag her out of here sometimes.” She answered and I chuckled.
“Has Oliver met her yet?” I asked and she shook her head.
“Like I said, trying to get Y/N out of here is probably the hardest thing to do. She loves this place and don’t get me wrong I’m so happy for her, but she hardly has a life anymore.” She answered sadly. Y/N walked back over with a large coffee and placed it in front of her sister.
“Here you go! One extra strong coffee, on the house.” Y/N said with a wink. Felicity rolled her eyes and reached into her purse.
“Don’t you dare! I told you a million times, you do not pay here.” Y/N said sternly.
“Come on, Y/N/N, you deserve the money.” Felicity said and Y/N shook her head.
“Nope, I refuse to take anymore of your money.” She said while crossing her arms.
“Fine, but you have to promise me that you’re gonna take at least two days off this week.” Felicity said and Y/N sighed.
“I have a lot of work to do here, Fel, you know I can’t just take a day off.” Y/N said and Felicity shook her head.
“You’re the owner, Y/N, you can take some time off once in awhile, you don’t need to be here 24/7.” Felicity said.
“How about you take tomorrow off and I take you to one of my favorite placed for dinner?” I asked and the girls looked at me with wide eyes.
“Huh?” Y/N asked confused.
“It’s only fair since you told me this was your favorite tea.” I said and she smiled with a small blush.
“Um… I-I guess I can take tomorrow off.” She said with a slight stutter.
“Oh so that’s what it takes? A date?” Felicity asked and Y/N blushed deeper.
“He never said it was a date!” Y/N said and her sister rolled her eyes.
“Tell her it’s a date.” Felicity said to me.
“If you’d like it to be, I’d be more than happy to call it a date.” I said and Y/N smiled shly at me.
“Okay… then it’s a date.” Y/N said and I smiled.
“Perfect.” I said as I took a bite of one of the cakes. It was just as delicious as I thought it would be.
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Caught in the Act
Requested by: Anonymous
Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x reader
Genre: Angst, Fluff
Characters: Tommy, Y/N, Oliver, Laurel
Description: After Y/N and Tommy catch Oliver and Laurel together, they both find comfort in each other.
You knew about Oliver’s past relationship with Laurel and he always assured you that he didn’t have any feelings for her. However, you always seen the sneaky glances he gave to her and the long hours he spent away from home. Your thoughts were confirmed when you walked through your front door one night and caught them both in the act.
“What the fuck are you two doing?!” You stood in the doorway and stared at the two naked bodies on top of each other in front of the fireplace. Oliver and Laurel both jumped up, the rug wrapped around both of them. “Y/N, baby. You weren’t supposed to be home for another hour.” Your mouth hung open at his reply. “So that gives you permission to cheat on me, in my own home, with my best friend? Really?!”
Both of their heads hung low as you walked towards the both of them. You turned to Laurel first who’s eyes were tearing up with either guilt or sadness, you didn’t really care. “I always knew you were never over him and you tried to block those feelings by stringing along poor Tommy. I can assure you, he will know about this.” You patted the side of Laurels face before making your way towards Oliver.
“And you. You always promised me that you didn’t have feelings for her anymore. Boy, was you wrong, eh? I loved you with everything I had and this is how you choose to treat me. You can go fuck yourself, Oliver Queen. Your welcome to each other.”
You walked away and stormed out of the door, heading towards Tommy’s apartment.
Loud rapping on Tommy’s door awoke him from his sleep. He lazily got up from bed and walked towards the door, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked through the peephole and took in your frantic but angry state. “Y/N? What’s happened? Is it Oliver?” You walked straight past him and into the apartment, taking a seat on his sofa.
Tommy closed the door and took a seat beside you, rubbing a comforting hand along your back. “Y/N, please tell me what’s happened, then I can help you.” You held your head in your hands as the memory of Oliver and Laurel replayed in your mind. You really didn’t want to upset Tommy, he had already been through so much but he needed to know.
Wiping the tears away from your eyes, you lifted your head and faced Tommy. “It is about Oliver. But it is also about Laurel.” Tommy turned his head slightly in confusion. “Y/N, I don’t understand. Have they both been hurt?” You took in a deep breath and readied your self for Tommy’s reaction. “Oliver and Laurel have been sleeping together. I walked in on them tonight when I got home from work. I don’t know how long it’s been going on for, I just thought you deserved to know.”
Tommy stared at you in shock before wiping his hand over his face. “Really? Are you sure?” “I’m pretty damn sure, Tommy. They were both naked and on top of each other. The evidence was right there in front of me.” Tears sprung from the corners of his eyes and he leaned into you as you placed a comforting hand around his shoulders. You closed your eyes and tears began to stream down your face as you both sat in silence and let the sadness of the situation consume you.
The next few months were quite hard to get through. You had to get used to getting through without Oliver by your side. You never realised just how much Oliver was involved with in your life. Luckily, Tommy was right by your side helping you through it, just like you was for him.
Your friendship blossomed and grew stronger during those months as you bonded over the situation you had found yourselves in. The friendship soon turned into something more though as you both found comfort within each other. It had took a while for the both of you to realise that the only person you both needed was each other.
Tommy and you were finally happy after months of heartbreak. You walked into Queen Consolidated hand-in-hand with Tommy as you both headed for a meeting with Oliver. When you both walked into the meeting room, Olivers jaw dropped to the floor as you kissed Tommy’s cheek and made your way to the cafeteria.
You smiled as you walked out of the room. You had gotten your own back on Oliver and had finally found happiness with Tommy. Your life had truly livened up.
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IMAGINE: BEING IN LOVE WITH TOMMY EVEN THOUGH YOU KNOW HE’S IN LOVE WITH LAUREL.
Something in your heart twists upon seeing Tommy and Laurel together, a smile lighting up Tommy’s face that tells you he’s completely and utterly in love with Laurel. No matter what you do for him, it seems as though he’s always going to choose her, and something inside you shatters at this.
You swallow the rest of your drink, peeling your eyes away from the happy couple. Despite knowing this, you know you can’t stop loving Tommy no matter how hard you try.
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Imagine Oliver comforting you when you realize you don’t remember what Tommy’s voice sounded like.
You shoved the heels of your palms against your eyes as if that would somehow keep the memories from slipping further out of your grasp. “I just... I really miss him,” you admitted at last, your voice barely more than a whimper. There was a lump in your throat and a tightness in your chest, an empty ache so strong it stole your breath away. “And the memories are starting to get fuzzy and I hate it. I don’t want to forget him. But sometimes I can’t remember what his voice sounded like.” You increased the pressure against your eye sockets. Maybe it would help keep the tears in too.
Oliver’s hand smoothed across your shaking shoulders, warm and gentle. You sniffed, your grief pouring out of a wound in your heart that had never healed right. Even all these months later, it was still raw and bleeding. Moving on felt like betrayal. How come you got to keep living when his life had been cut short? And now you couldn’t even carry on his memory right. And now you were burdening his best friend with your grief like he didn’t have his own mourning to deal with.
The tears fell faster. “I’m sorry,” you croaked out, leaning forwards away from Oliver’s touch. It wasn’t his responsibility to put you back together when you fell apart at the seams.
Oliver pressed his lips together in the best smile he could muster. There was sadness in his sympathy. He missed Tommy too. “It’s okay. I get it.”
“I just feel like I’m letting him down.”
Oliver shook his head, “You could never do that. Ever. He loved you too much for that.”
“You sure about that?”
“Positive.”
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