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“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

“Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

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itsthearrow:

Oliver knew the reaction was coming and even though Tommy seemed cold, like he had been now-a-days, he also had a hint of surprise on his face for a brief moment. "I thought I’d come by… Maybe see if you wanted to go to lunch?" he was trying to be as casual as he could and he stayed in the frame of the door, not entering Tommy’s office. "If I made an appointment I assumed you’d turn it down." he said and took a few steps into Tommy’s office, moving closer to him. After a moment Oliver let out a sigh which seemed to relax his slightly tensed shoulders. It was like he was surrendering in some sort of way. "I don’t like this distance, Tommy…" Oliver spoke truthfully, letting his eyes move back to the man behind the desk. "Can we at least— try to be friends again?" It was a stupid question and Oliver knew it. How could Tommy just forgive him? Plus it wasn’t like Tommy was going to forget that Oliver was the Arrow and that’s not what Oliver was asking Tommy to do. He just missed his best friend.

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If things were normal between them, Tommy wouldn’t have turned his gaze away upon the question, he wouldn’t have felt that all too familiar pang of vexation finely mixed with the hurt he gathered over the course of knowing the truth. “I’m not sure if lunch is a good idea,” he replied with a downturn of his head. No anger was held in his expression, just leniency slipped out and colored his face. He did, however, have to agree with the next statement made. “I probably would have turned it down, like I said, I have a lot of work to do.” He tried to keep his words level because he was supposed to maintain his level of annoyance. Honestly, he missed the way things used to be between them, how things always were. They were best friends for life, but the glass was cracked and the rift just seemed to keep growing. He wanted to outright say it was Oliver’s fault the distance was there in the first place, yet he resisted the opening. He finally gazed up at the man, now a few paces within the office, and momentarily pursed his lips. “Do you expect me to forgive you like nothing happened?” Like he wasn’t hit by the harsh reality of the situation? As if being lied to wasn’t painful? Without raising his voice, he let his next words come out calmly. “We’ve been through this before, what makes you think talking this time will be any different?”

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speedytheaqueen:

"Thea, I know you’re in there." Thea heard Malcolm’s voice. Thea’s eyes quickly searched her room, trying to make sure there was no evidence that Tommy was in here room. After all of the information Tommy told her, she was scared to open the door, but she was more terrified of what would happen if she didn’t open it. She took a deep breath before walking over to open the door.

"Hi." Thea said as she opened the door, planting a smile on her face so Malcolm wouldn’t notice anything. She tried to keep the door as closed as she could so Malcolm couldn’t see into her room. Without saying anything, Malcolm shoved the door open with his hands and marched straight into the middle of her room. His face was red and his eyes were filled with anger.

"Where is he?" Malcolm demanded, turning to face Thea. Thea took a few steps back, worried about what he might do. As his eyes scanned her room, Thea used her sleeve to wipe the tears that were starting to form in her eyes. She opened her mouth to make up some sort of lie, but he interrupted her before she could. "Do not lie to me! I know he is here. Now tell me where he is."

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After hearing his dad’s voice another time silence took over the room, only the sound of Thea’s movements could be heard. It seemed, like always, Malcolm had impeccable timing. Just when he was starting to explain things and maybe get her trust to fall back in sync with him, this happened. And he could tell, even from his quickly taken hiding place, that she was at a loss of what to do or say for that matter.

Eventually, she opened the door and he, from what he could tell, he shoved his way inside. Tommy could see the side of Malcolm’s face, how it mirrored the anger filled expression he was given every time he got in trouble for something when growing up. It was memories like those that didn’t go away with ease and he wished she didn’t have to go through them either, that was the last thing he wanted.

Upon the question Malcolm asked, he was surprised he realized someone was in the room with her, though mumbles of voices were probably heard. Still, he had to wonder if he knew it was him. His father yelling at Thea, that was not okay and he was ready to come out if his voice raised again or even if he took another step towards her. When angry, he wasn’t sure what their dad would do, not that he believed he’d hurt Thea.

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worefishnets:

"I’ll take a bite," she offered with a wink, leaning over some, her mouth was open for the bite to be delivered to her month. Her eyes were gleaming at Tommy, perhaps she really would do more with him tonight. 

He held back the need to chuckle at her childish antics but gave in and placed a fork full of pie in her mouth. “I hope this pie tastes as good as it smells,” he mentioned prior to taking a bite himself. “And it stands up to it’s expectations. Sure you don’t want anymore?” he then asked with a raised brow, almost challengingly.

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thoseamericanguys:

Roy looked over at tommy, hoping he wasn’t too drunk and wasted. ‘Yeah, I don’t see why though. I mean not everyone here just came for my party’ Roy commented as he took a sip of his beer.

“With all my partying experience, I’d say most people come just for an excuse to get drunk,” Tommy stated, glancing over at Roy. At least that’s what he did when he was a teenager, use any excuse to have a drink. Quite frankly, no one cared what he did growing up so he took the opportunities as they came.

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huntresscaraquinn:

Cara looked down at her hands folded up in her lap, “That’s just it. I’m so ridiculously selfish, Tommy. I knew that coming here tonight was wrong, that I shouldn’t… But I did it anyway. Selfish.” She paused before adding, “And I know that telling you the truth about me will change your opinion of me. That I’ll lose you as my friend… So I’m holding onto my secrets for as long as possible because I can’t even bear the thought.” The thought of him looking at her like the monster she was, being so utterly disgusted… Just thinking about it made her stomach turn.

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Cara raised her eyebrows, “By yourself? I always sort of pictured you surrounded by an entourage.” She couldn’t imagine that it would be fun to go from club to club on your own. But then, what did she know? The only experiences she had with such places either involved hunts or came from second hand knowledge of Ari sneaking into them in high school.

“Hold on a second,” Tommy remarked with a shake of his head, fully wanting to disagree with everything she just said. “Asking for help is not selfish, in fact it’s the furthest thing from it. Needing people, wanting others around, that’s not selfish either.” He wasn’t sure if he could ever change her mindset but he had to let her know that she was never a burden. “I learned a lot of truths about people,” and maybe he was angry at Oliver and his father but the circumstances were different, “and I honestly don’t think my opinion will change of you. I won’t force anything out, I just want you to know that.”

He gave a slight not. “The thing about going by yourself is you get the entourage of people to seek you out. By the end of the night you have about ten or more people you don’t even know hanging around,” he explained, remembering his party days quite clearly.

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allenviolaallen:

Viola laughed at what the man said, before she then blushed when he complimented her back. She was never good with compliments, she never believed people whenever they said she was pretty or talented “Shut up” she responded, shaking her head “That’s not true” she then said, looking down as if she was embarrassed of being called adorable. It made her sigh in the end and simply look back at the waiter as if nothing happened “A slice of apple pie please”

He could only laugh and shake his head at her remark. Viola was always modest, a rare characteristic nowadays, and she further proved it by what she said. He was never one to throw compliments out like they were part of everyday conversation. If one was said, he meant it. “It is true and you know it, so you might as well accept it,” he mentioned, a smile coming to his face. Once she ordered a slice of pie, he turned to the waiter as well. “Make that two,” Tommy added.

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welcometostarlingcity:

I missed you buddy

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itsthearrow:

Oliver and Tommy had not been on good terms for quite some time. The two barely spoke and it seemed that they could barely look at each other anymore. After Tommy learned about Oliver’s secret, his mind was set on the fact that Oliver killed people… And Oliver tried to explain to Tommy what it is that he did and, with all detail aside, they didn’t agree on anything. These past couple of weeks had been rather hard for Oliver and the more time he spent away from Tommy the more he missed his best friend. If it was still safe to call him that and Oliver thought it was. Tommy was his best friend. Tommy would always be his best friend. Oliver took the elevator up to the floor Tommy was working on and he spent a long while thinking of what it is he was going to say. As of right now, he had no idea what he was going to say to Tommy and he had no idea how Tommy was going to react to his presence. It was a surprise, Oliver assumed, he didn’t call Tommy to let him know he was stopping by. Slowly Oliver walked out of the elevator and over to the office he knew Tommy would be sitting in. As he stepped in the door frame, he stopped and rose a hand to knock on the already open door. "Hey Tommy," his voice was quiet as he looked over at his friend…. Oliver, you could have thought of something better to say or you could have said it a little louder.

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Stress, that was the only thing he was feeling right now. It had nothing to do with the plies of work he had to deal with today or the many meetings scheduled. Rather, his offset sentiments rested on Oliver Queen. Despite the many words exchanged between them, the explanations given, Tommy couldn’t bring himself to forgive the fact that he not only killed people but lied to him since the day he returned from the island. Ever conversation exchanged since then simply created a web of falsehoods between them and that wasn’t how two people close enough to consider themselves brothers should treat one another. There were too many fabrications in his life, his father did enough damage with his disappearing acts when he was younger, and he didn’t need more weight added onto his already burdened shoulders. Although footsteps where heard and a knock soon after, Tommy didn’t look up from the paper he was reading through until a voice, almost drowned out by the low level spoken, was heard. To his surprise Oliver was standing in the doorway and he sensed the same emotions struggling behind the mask of calm his friend, if he was bold enough to use the word, created whenever in his presence. Standing, he cleared his throat, hoping to vanquish the uncertainty he felt upon seeing him. “What are you doing here, Ollie?” he questioned, the use of the nickname slipping from his mouth from mere habit. “Last time I checked you needed to have an appointment to be let past the security desk. Make it quick, as you can probably tell, I’m pretty busy.”

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speedytheaqueen:

"So you’re telling me dad- Malcolm- he is taking me to the place where there are assassins waiting to kill him?” She asked, taking in everything he said. She stopped her pacing to stare at him. “Does he even know about this? Why would he take me there?” At this point, she didn’t know if Tommy knew the answer to these questions, but she couldn’t help but ask. It was a lot to take in.

Suddenly there was a knock on her door, causing Thea to freeze. She stood in silence until she heard the knock shortly after. “Thea?” Malcolm’s voice called from the other side of the door, the suspicion was clear in his voice. “Open up… please.”

Thea’s eyes widened as she turned to face her half- brother. She felt like she didn’t need to tell him who it was in order for him to know. Glancing around the room, she looked for a place for him to go. “Hide!” She whispered, pointing towards the bathroom.

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Tommy gave a light nod at her question. It was hard to explain, in full detail or otherwise, what was going on. It was a lot to take in and Thea hadn’t even scratched the surface of the life she was unknowingly entering. “I’m sure he knows they’re after him. All the rules and codes are strictly followed, you’d be aware if you broke one. I don’t know why he’s taking you there but I’m sure he has a reason.” Nothing he was willing share, Malcolm was too secretive for his own good.

Upon the knock, he stiffened up, noticing his half-sister doing the same. She obviously wasn’t expecting anyone. Then the sound of his father’s voice hit his ears. He hadn’t heard him in over a year, the last memory of standing with a gun in his hand while pointing it at Malcolm surfaced rather quickly. So much hit him at once, but he had to force it down in a single breath.

Without saying a word, since he understood the situation and how problematic things would become if Malcolm knew he was alive, being brought back by the very people hunting him down no less. He quickly and quietly rushed into the bathroom, leaving the door open just enough so he could see what was going on.

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"That was the old you.  You’ve gone through a lot, most of which I don’t think any of us will ever understand or know about.  Who you are now is what matters," she insisted.  "I think that’s kind of why Oliver was able to trust me so much at the beginning.  I didn’t know him before the island, and I gave him the chance to prove himself.  Prove the man he was then was better, and worth my time.  I’m sure you’ll do the same."  She was sharing a lot, but she knew if she was in his shoes, she’d want some proof that she could trust him.  Her opening up like she was hopefully made him feel that way.  When he recalled what happened that night, her heart clenched.  She could only imagine how hard it had been for not only Oliver, but Tommy that night.  The pain, the fear, the realization that it was all going to end.  It was inconceivable.  "Yes, I do remember you as a hero.  Because you could have been selfish.  You could have waited for someone else to go in and save her, but you didn’t.  You went in and you saved her.  And you gave Oliver what he needed to become a hero, not just a vigilante.  To be honest, you also helped me find who I am too.  Your sacrifice solidified that what I was doing, what we were doing was right.”

Tommy gave a few nods, his eyes eventually meeting hers. What she said made a lot of sense and honestly, he did a lot to try and change, to be a better person. “You’re also very honest with him,” he felt compelled to include. “Ollie had a lot of lies going on, he needed someone like you in his life, he still does. When it comes to me, I’m just not sure where I fit in anymore. Everyone mourned and moved on.” It was strange but he really felt like he could talk to Felicity without holding back. It was also a nice thing to have after returning to Starling, suddenly too because she was the only one who knew he was here. As they continued, Tommy could remember every second of that night, every feeling, every word that escaped his lips as his breath died out. He could have done a lot of things differently, he could have shot his dad, could have believed Oliver when he told him about the Undertaking, could have stayed and in turn lose Laurel. There were to many what ifs to want to question it. “Well, I’m happy to know a few good things happened because I died, though that sounded kind of morbid,” Tommy remarked with a shake of his head and small smile. “I never thought what you, Ollie, and Diggle were doing was wrong, I just didn’t like the way it was done. Oliver killed a lot of people that didn’t necessarily deserve to die, but I’m not going to go back to criticizing that.”

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