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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.

Masterlist

Hey, Arrow fans what is going on. Let’s get into this review it will be a little short because it was more of a special because I did not have a lot of stuff to react with it.

Okay, so the episode started with a movie/documentary of Vigilantism which still banned in Star City. Oliver is again trying to prove himself to be a changed man and be more open to what it is like being a Vigilante in Star City. There were clips from different experiences and views of another vigilante, or some would consider hero such as Thea, Sara, Quentin, and our Earth -1 Laurel Lance. I was happy to see those guys again on the show because it is just not the same without them.

William finally comes home from “boarding school” I will explain the quotation marks later in this review.

Oliver is at home opening up about his life in front of a camera, Felicity and William walk into the house. William is surprised to see a camera crew in his house when he returns. Oliver greets his son for the first time in person since he got out of prison and explained to William that what he was doing is supposed to help his image., The reunion was a little odd and Oliver tell them film crew that he does not want his son apart of the documentary and to turn the camera off.

There is this new vigilante that hunts other vigilantes but turns out he is a fan of them weirdly. The new vigilante kidnaps the new green arrow ( Oliver sister), for a second I thought the old Oliver would come out, but he was level headed and worked with SCPD and ARGUS to help find his sister. They found he injured and she told Oliver the new Vigilante is coming for him.

Team Arrow is back together and is working to take down this Vigilante. At first, Oliver is against the idea of getting the team back together as they could all get arrested because of the anti-vigilante law. However, Diggle insisted that it was the right thing to do as he had done the same for them without their permission. I think the team was a little out of shape, but together they still manage to defeat the new Vigilante, by lowering at an event that the Mayor was held and keep the Anti-Vigilante law going and prove to the city that Oliver is no hero.

Meanwhile, Felicity and William but heads as William seen to be upset because Felicity sent him away. First I don’t care if you are angry with the president that is your mom or stepmom it does not matter because she is still a parent. Felicity needs to step it up with and let him understand that it is not all about him. After William left the house and came back, Felicity confronts him, and William reveals that he got expelled for boarding school.

Finally, after team Arrow was arrested, Dinah decides to quit to save her friends, but after revealing to the mayor that she was the Black Canary after saving her life, she decided to give everyone on team arrow a badge. Also, the thing seems to be moving along with Renea, and he might have some romance in is future. I refuse to talk about the flash forward because I hate it.

Part 1, Part 3, Part 4

Pairing: Tommy Merlyn x reader

Word Count: 1088

Tommy Merlyn hurriedly got ready to leave your condo for dinner at the Queen’s household. His best friend, thought by the world to have been lost at sea, was found alive. Oliver Queen clung to life as his father’s yacht sank beneath the treacherous and unforgiving waves of the ocean. He learned to survive alone on an island fraught with danger for five long years. Tommy knew his friend, the person untouched by the current situation, would not be the same. He knew Oliver would be a changed man but so was he. He would still lend a hand to his friend and be patient and understanding. He would lend an ear if Oliver wished to speak about those years but never push for information. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” It was not the first time he had asked you. The first came right after the call he received from Moira Queen. An invitation celebrating the survival and return of her son. A family affair. You refused to intrude such an event. You had no connections to Oliver Queen before the accident. He was merely a celebrity on the television. 

“I don’t think it’ll be a good idea.” You nodded confident of your resolution. Oliver Queen did not need to be overwhelmed with an unfamiliar face at his dinner table. Five years away from society and people is already enough to fathom. Having to learn to adapt in a world that had moved on without your absence was unimaginably incomprehensible. To be able to see the scars left after your supposed death could not be easy to swallow. Unthinkable, really. Adding an additional change probably wouldn’t be beneficial to his healing. Oliver needs time to adjust before anyone other than his friends or family waltz into his life however, you did understand where Tommy was coming from. He wanted support from his significant other as it was all too ponderous. 

Disappointment spread throughout his ridiculously handsome face before disappearing entirely. He nodded in acceptance, “Alright.” He made his way over to you, giving you a hug before placing a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll let you know when I make it home.” Starling City, while was home for the two of you, was also a dangerous place to live. You had learned the hard way and now place measures to ensure each others’ safety. 

In the early stages of your relationship, upon leaving his place in the dead of night, a random car intentionally rammed into yours, speeding away from the crime scene, leaving you unconscious and hurt before help arrived. You were told you were lucky someone had found you that night. Your injuries were extensive to put it bluntly. You would not have survived if it wasn’t for that passerby. Tommy, unaware of what had occurred, was notified of the situation the next morning and felt nothing but fear and guilt. 

The accident had left scars within your relationship. Embedded fear into your hearts of not being able to hold the other in the morning after. It left you with everlasting night terrors of that night. Continuously creeping into your dreams and scaring you awake. Tommy would stay at your place, holding your trembling body as he whispered sweet nothings in an attempt to soothe you. 

He helped you overcome your fears of being inside a car again. Your body remembered the accident all too well. Memories of the night would come flooding back, ultimately shutting down your body into a blubbering mess. He stayed by your side the entire time when he could’ve left. You wouldn’t have faulted him for leaving. You were in shambles but he helped bring order back into your life. 

You kissed his cheek and flashed him a gentle smile, “Have fun and be careful.” Horrific scenarios always tried to engulf your thoughts whenever he was out of your sight. Flashes of him bleeding out in a disfigured and wrecked car lingering in the back of your mind. These feelings of dread and fright were a byproduct of your accident and remedy your emotions. Calls from unknown numbers, during the time Tommy is away, raises your worries. 

He closed the door behind him as he left, leaving you alone with your thoughts, and you began to preoccupy yourself. You loved cooking, the negative thoughts swimming within your mind quiets, and you lose yourself within the intricacies of making dinner. In the background, a cheesy romance movie played on your TV. Occasionally, you would watch as you waited. Internally keeping track of the clock for you to finish cooking. 

Once dinner was finished you made yourself a plate and proceeded to finish watching the movie. Laughing at the ridiculous moments and crying towards the very end. The commercials left you alone with your thoughts, slowly spiraling, and was interrupted by your ringtone ringing. It left you with a different feeling, more anxious that something could’ve happened to Tommy, and you picked your phone checking the caller ID.  

It was Tommy and you sighed in relief for a moment before answering. “Hello.” Tommy usually left you a text message in case you were busy washing the dishes or taking a shower. You wondered what made him change his routine. 

“Hey!” He enthusiastically began, “I came up with a brilliant idea... but I wanted to run it by you first.” You remained quiet. “I want you to meet Oliver. The two of us could prepare dinner for him at my place. I want him to see the person who managed to set me straight.” He laughed towards the end, reminiscing his time as a playboy. 

Tommy asking you to meet his best friend was tremendously important to him and for yourself. While you had not met his father yet, Tommy had hinted his relationship with his father was staggering at best. Oliver is like a brother to him. You wanted to give Oliver time to adjust to the modern world before springing your relationship onto him but if he agreed then you saw no problem with introducing yourself. 

“Only if he agrees.” You didn’t want to do anything that would make Oliver uncomfortable. You were sure Tommy wouldn’t either. 

“Great!” His voice slightly rose in pitch, “I’ll ask him after dinner tomorrow and make sure my kitchen is stocked with whatever we’ll need... if he agrees of course.” You hummed in agreement. “I can’t wait for the two of you to meet! He’ll love you almost as much as I do.”

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.

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Word Count: 351

     Dear Ollie,

I am ashamed of myself. I know it’s been a while since I’ve updated you on my life but I have been extremely busy. I need to tell you what has been ailing me after my recent discovery one late night. It’s rattled my semblance of peace ever since and I desperately cannot hold it in without letting you know anymore. I barely think of you now. You’d used to consume my thoughts every waking moment since you’ve been gone but now you’re barely there. It seems I’d left you somewhere in the back of my mind and I’m sorry. I’m sorry that you do not persist in my mind anymore. You were one of my best friends, even if I did not agree with some choices you’d made, but you held an immense portion of my heart when you were alive. Starling City has not been the same since you’ve been gone. It’s become darker, more sinister in the night. I fear without change soon, the city you once loved will be lost.

There’s so much I wish I could’ve said in person. So much that needed to be spoken but I was ruled by fear for far too long that time did not wait. Life did not wait. It became too late too soon. You vanished and all I was left with was despair and the would’ves, could’ves, should’ves. The “what if’s” used to fluster my mind, especially in the beginning, but now they have all ceased to exist. You will always have a place in my heart. You will always be bigger than the whole sky in my life but now, I need to let you go. Let the memories of you stop haunting me and relinquish the all too familiar ache that’s been unrelenting. An overwhelming amount of words have been left unsaid between the two of us and I cannot even fathom jotting them down for any other eyes but your own. This is my goodbye to you, Oliver. I hope we meet again when I go. For now, this is goodbye.

      Love,

          [Reader]

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