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rking200 · 15 days ago
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It's Sunday, and Chapter 14 of The Red Room has been posted! A lot has lead up to this moment, so follow Hank's perspective of the evening and enjoy <3
Featuring a beautifully intimate render by @connor-sent-by-cyberlife! This chapter also officially pushes this fic past 100k words!
The Red Room (111850 words) by rking200 Chapters: 14/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Stalking, Vomiting, Suicidal Thoughts, Top Hank Anderson, Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson is Bad at Feelings, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Missing Persons, Abduction, Manipulation, Death Threats, Mental Health Issues, Zlatko didn't do it, POV Alternating, Slow Burn, Sex at some point Summary: Connor Stern is a law school dropout who dreams of making it big in the music industry. He manages to get into a special apprenticeship program with the musical genius Elijah Kamski and, despite working two jobs and struggling to stay afloat, feels like his dream is finally within his grasp. When Hank Anderson stumbles into the lounge Connor performs at, The Red Room, he becomes entranced with him. As Hank falls in love with Connor's voice, he ends up entangled with conflicting emotions and delicate situations. Slowly, his nights are filled with Connor's songs and his closeness, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it. They reach several roadblocks along the way of getting closer, some more dangerous than others. A collaboration written alongside Connor-sent-by-Cyberlife for the Reverse Big Bang 2024, told with a POV alternating between Hank and Connor. Chapters added weekly.
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kitcat992 · 5 years ago
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Why your comments on fanfiction matter
I’ve come to understand that a good portion of the folks who participate in reading fanfiction don’t actually write it themselves -- which, let me clarify, isn’t a bad thing at all! I watch movies and I don’t make movies, you know? But the concept was foreign to me for a long time, what with me being somebody who immediately picked up writing fanfic at age 9, right after reading her very first story, So even two decades later I’ve felt the frustration that I know all authors feel of not receiving the amount of comments like they’d like, or any at all.
If you read fanfic but never drop a review, I just want you to try and understand the importance of what these things mean to the writers who are crafting the story you’re enjoying. No, this isn’t going to be some long Ted Talk spiel, though someone is free to hijack it and take this further if they’d like. I just wanna say something short and sweet, to the point, and hope that it gets the message across.
Every time I sit down to write, I have the inbox page of my Ao3 open. Back in the day, it was the reviews section of FF.net, or the livejournal notes if we really wanna go oldschool. And when I sit down to write whatever I’ve dedicated myself to write that day -- 500 words, 1 hours worth, just a gooddamn sentence -- before I do anything, I re-read comments. A lot.
You see, fanfic writers will never have the pleasure of knowing that they’ll see the book they’re writing on the shelves of the store one day. That doesn’t push us, nor does any monetary amount that may pad our bank accounts (as it shouldn’t, #keep fanfic free) We know we’ll never be on talk shows or interviews like J.K Rowling because we’re using property that’s copyrighted and very-much-so not ours. What pushes us it getting a response from the audience about what they think, what they feel, what they like. We’re the little kid drawing a picture in kindergarten class and coming home hoping Mom and Dad hang it on the fridge.
Your comments are the gas to vehicles. Without it, the car won’t go.
If you’re reading a fanfic, please remember to drop a comment. Kudo’s are fantastic, truly they are. But your words are even better.
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theonlyconstantinlife · 7 years ago
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Starlight, chapter 5 (Eowells x OC)
(I just uploaded chapter 4 here on Tumblr like five minutes ago because I realized I had never done that, so please read that before this one, thank you~)
Rating: M Pairing: Harrison Wells | Eobard Thawne x OC Summary: When a seemingly random bridge bombing brings Dr. Harrison Wells aka Eobard Thawne a powerful but temperamental telekinetic meta-human, he takes her under his wing hoping to mold her potential into something useful. But Stella Carrick quickly turns out to be at least as much trouble as she is worth – including a colorful past, an obsessive, criminal ex, and a distracting amount of flirting – and threatens to mess up his carefully crafted 15-year plan. And what’s worse, he’s tempted to let her. Amare et sapere vix deo conceditur. - ‘Even a god finds it hard to love and be wise at the same time.’ Warnings & tags: #violence #(eventual) character death #telekinesis #dubious science #implied/referenced suicide #mental health issues #becoming the mask #so much UST #might not end happily #because Eobard is a lying liar who lies Words (in this chapter): 4.5k  A/N:  If I did chapter titles, this one would be called 'Petty Jealousy'. I know it's childish and stupid but oh-so-entertaining. Also, I don't watch Arrow so forgive me if Felicity's or Oliver's characterizations seem off, I'm just going by what I've seen of them on The Flash. (I love Felicity though and I hope I can include her in this fic again later.)
Chapter 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 The whole fic on AO3 | FF.net
CHAPTER 5
In light of the new development, helping Stella hone her powers became a more pressing concern for the S.T.A.R. Labs team. To be honest, Barry was sort of grateful to be out of the spotlight for a while, so he eagerly helped put together training exercises for the telekinetic woman. (Incidentally, ‘The Telekinetic Woman’ was also one of Cisco’s naming ideas, but he dismissed it as boring, way too long and a little too oldschool.) He assisted Dr. Wells and Cisco rig a training course in one of the storage bays: crates bolted to the floor to function as buildings and obstacles, and drones that shot miscellaneous stuff at her to stop and/or deflect. To Stella’s credit, she always seemed to be game for whatever Dr. Wells invented to throw at her.
As much was evident that day when Barry walked into the training room to find music blaring, Cisco refilling the launching rigs of his drones and Stella doing push-ups on the floor. That variation where you took of hands off the floor in between and clapped, because she was a damn show-off. She had also, as she often did, discarded her shirt and was wearing just a sports bra with leggings and fingerless gloves.
”Hey, what are you doing?” Barry asked. “You don’t think you’re fit enough already?”
”Well, Dr. Wells said”, Stella paused to push up and clap, the sound echoing against the metal walls, “that my power output is more consistent”, another push and a clap, “if I keep my heart rate up. Hence, this.” She finished, sat up on her calves and wiped sweat from her forehead. ”Which is probably true, if it works the same way it works for normal athletic endeavors, but at this point I’m suspecting he just likes to watch me sweat.”
”I heard that!” Wells called from the monitoring station, not even looking up from the computer.
”I know you did!” Stella shouted back, grinning. She grabbed the half-empty slushie nearby and drank up. “Anyway, what’s up, Barry?”
“The Arrow is in town”, Barry said. “He’s working a case.”
Stella raised her eyebrows. “You’re friends with the Arrow? Is there like, a superhero Facebook where you guys network?”
Barry laughed. “Yeah, no, we just… we go back. But one of his friends is here, you should meet her, I think you two would get along.”
“Miss Smoak is here?” said Wells, who had wheeled closer so he didn’t have to shout. “Tell her I’d like to have a word at some point.” Barry happened to glance at Stella, who suddenly looked a lot less cheerful than usually. “But how about one more run before that? I took the targeting program up a notch, to give you a bit of challenge.”
“Sounds good”, Stella said. “I don’t think I can do any more push-ups.”
Wells smiled. “It’s your own fault you have to do so many. If you were less fit, your heart rate would spike faster.”
Stella tilted her head and gave him an incredulous look. “I can’t believe you found a way to complain about that too”, she breathed. “First you think I’m sloppy, now I’m too fit – I mean, really?”
“All I said was that you expend a lot more energy than would be necessary if you focused the field of effect”, Wells said. “But we can debate that later. Are you ready?”
“I’m always ready”, Stella smirked, winking, put the slushie down and stood up smoothly.
“Good. Here’s what I want you to do...”
Barry went to safety of the monitoring station to avoid being hit by flying tennis balls. Which wouldn’t have hurt that much if Cisco hadn’t stuffed them with something metal to pose more of a threat.
“Try not to break any more of my drones, please!” Cisco shouted as he jogged past Stella and Wells.
“That was a reflex, I said I’m sorry!” Stella replied.
Cisco joined Barry at the computers. “It’s kind of weird, isn’t it?” he said under his breath. “To watch her being so flirty with Dr. Wells?”
“I think the weirder part is that he might be flirting back”, Barry replied. Cisco shuddered. Barry raised an eyebrow. “Jealous?”
Cisco scoffed and crossed his arms. “Nah. Maybe I was a bit interested at first, I mean, she’s gorgeous and funny and smart and has a tattoo of the freaking Drake equation, but...” He shook his head. “I know it’s not me she keeps coming back for.”
Barry watched as Stella laughed at something Wells had just said to her, laying her hand oh-so-casually on his shoulder for a moment. Yeah, definitely not.
Dr. Wells had definitely ramped up the difficulty for the last round. Whereas before the drones had been flying in pattern Stella could recognize and anticipate, now they seemed to be following her so closely she wondered if the man had casually programmed AI into them. Also, she was supposed to simply dodge the red tennis balls and only block the green ones. Which sounded simple on paper, but less so when they were coming at her at several dozen miles per hour and were filled with led, or that’s how it felt like when one hit her thigh. The exercise was more about reflexes than power, and she quickly came to terms with the fact that her reflexes were still at very non-meta level.
“Woohoo, score!” Cisco celebrated on the speakers over the music as he saw the the tennis ball hit her via the drone’s camera.
“What are you gloating about, that was all due to my programming”, Dr. Wells pointed out, though he too sounded too smug for her liking in the current situation.
“Maybe, but it’s my drone and my very accurate launching rig”, Cisco argued.
“Guys, if you need to fight over bragging rights, can you do it off the mic?” Stella shouted as she jumped up and telekinetically helped herself on top of the large shipping container. Which she realized, a second after reaching the top, was a bad move since the drones could fly. She yelped and jumped down, ducking behind another container as three red blurs came shooting at her. Before she could sigh out of relief, she heard a menacing whirring on her right. At least these balls were green, so she was allowed to catch them. She hovered them with her, and when the next set of red balls came whizzing at her, threw the green balls at them so hard they broke on impact.
“Yesss”, Stella hissed triumphantly. No way Wells could complain about her precision after that.
Maybe it was thinking about Wells that distracted her for a critical half second. When something shot at her head, all she could think was ‘duck!’ and dropped down on her hands and toes. Unfortunately that made her an excellent target for three more tennis balls that hit her around the shoulder blades and made her yell out loud.
The music cut out and Wells spoke to her on the speakers. “Stella, are you alright?” At least he sounded concerned, that comforted her a little bit.
“I’m fine!” Stella yelled back. Hissing, she pushed herself off the floor, rubbed her scratched elbow and saw Barry in the doorway next to a tall, pretty blond woman in glasses, blue dress and high red heels. She had a sneaking suspicion this was who Barry wanted her to meet, and who of course had arrived just in time to see Stella get her ass kicked by drones.
“Hi!” the woman greeted with a small wave as Stella walked closer. “I’m Felicity Smoak. You must be Stella, Barry told me about you.”
Stella raised an eyebrow. “He did?” she said as she slipped off her glove and shook Felicity’s carefully manicured hand. “I’d like to make a disclaimer that I usually do better than this.”
“Oh, no, I was watching before you got hit, you were good”, Felicity said.
“I agree”, Dr. Wells said as he reached them. “What happened, Stella?”
“I, uh...” Stella racked her brain trying to think of something other than ‘I started thinking about you and got distracted’. “I just dodged in the wrong direction and got overwhelmed.”
Wells tilted his head, examining her. Why did he have to be so damn perceptive, it was like he knew. “Alright. But before that, you did quite well, even with the modified programming. The block was a nice touch, very precise”, he said, and Stella beamed under his praise. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, I’d like to have a word with Felicity.”
“Sure, I was gonna go grab lunch anyway, either of you guys hungry?”
“I could eat”, Felicity said.
Splendid, Stella thought and ducked out of the Danger Room, as Cisco had named it. Barry followed her down the corridor.
“So what’d you think about Felicity?” Barry asked.
Stella shrugged. “She seems nice, and very pretty”, she added. “You said she works with the Arrow, but what does she do?”
“She’s a computer scientist, she’s super smart”, Barry replied.
“Of course she is”, Stella muttered. Barry frowned.
“What does that mean?”
“Nothing”, Stella said quickly and dug out a twenty from her bag. “Hey, can I bribe you to get me and Felicity something to eat?”
While Stella took a shower, Big Belly Burger bags had appeared on the rec room table. She plopped down in a chair, rubbed her sore shoulder blade that would probably bruise magnificently, and dug out some fries despite not feeling very hungry anymore. Especially not when Felicity Smoak walked into the room.
“Why do I feel like every time I come here, you guys are eating fast food?” Felicity asked. “How do you stay so fit?”
Stella shrugged. “Me and Barry have meta-human metabolisms, our powers burn a lot of energy. The other three I have no explanation for”, she said and continued as lightly as possible. “So what did Dr. Wells want?”
“He just wanted to know who the Arrow is”, Felicity replied as she took out fries and a hamburger. “I can understand why he’s concerned, but of course I couldn’t tell him.”
Stella blinked. “Oh.”
“’Oh’? What did you think he would -” Felicity’s eyes widened. “Oh, no, it’s not like that! He’s not – I’m not – I mean, he’s brilliant and I admire him, but no.”
The other woman seemed sincere, but Stella still raised a suspicious eyebrow. “Really?”
Felicity shrugged as she sat down. “He’s a bit too old for my tastes, and not really my type anyway. Let’s just say I have my sights hopelessly set in another direction.” She grinned as she picked up a fry. “Besides, I don’t think I could compete with a woman with ridiculous abs and telekinetic superpowers.”
Stella almost choked on her Coca-Cola. “What do you – I didn’t –“ she stammered, coughing hard.
Felicity laughed. “It’s okay, I get it”, she reassured. “Though I would’ve thought you’d be into, like, really beefcakey guys.”
Stella shook her head. “Nah. I train those guys for a living, when I look at them all I can see is their gym programs”, she said. “I prefer brains over brawn. Not that certain brainy people don’t have very nice physiques too.”
“Despite being in a wheelchair?” Felicity smirked. “I know. I mean, with those shirts he wears, it’s kind of hard not to notice.”
“I know, right?” Stella agreed enthusiastically. “He probably thinks I’m an idiot because I every time I’m talking to him, I keep getting so distracted by his shoulders and biceps and -”
She abruptly cut herself off at the sound of footsteps. Moments later Caitlin appeared and smiled at the two of them.
“Hey, what were you two talking about?” Caitlin asked, unsuspect, as she walked past them to the coffee maker.
“Nothing”, Stella and Felicity replied in unison, met each other’s eyes and cracked up. Okay, maybe Barry was right. Stella could see herself getting along with Felicity much better than she initially thought.
This day was not going as planned. Stella’s training had progressed well enough, she worked hard and most of the time listened to Eobard’s instructions, even if she grumbled about them. One advantage she had over Barry was that she had been an athlete long before the explosion hit her, with the level of stamina and spatial awareness and control that followed. Eobard could push her that much harder and she just did it, she made her body obey. It was beautiful, really, and despite her quip about the fact… he did enjoy watching her sweat.
But then Barry had failed to capture Bivolo, and Felicity had refused to tell him the Arrow’s identity. Eobard’s patience was already wearing thin when Felicity got a phone call.
“That was the Arrow”, she informed them as she got off the phone. “He says Barry is acting strangely.”
Eobard frowned. “Strangely how?”
“He’s been whammied”, Joe said as he strode into the cortex. “He was acting angry, it was scary. And his eyes… they glowed.”
“Goddamnit”, Stella spoke beside Cisco, summing up Eobard’s thoughts perfectly. “But why is it hitting only now and not before?”
“It's possible that his body is fighting off the effect, so it's hitting him slower”, Caitlin mused.
“When it comes to rage, that is not a good thing”, Eobard said. “The longer you suppress your emotions -”
“The bigger the explosion”, Felicity finished.
“Considering what he can do, how do we even stop him?” Joe wondered.
“I’ll do it”, Stella said, standing up from her chair. All five of the others turned to look at her.
“Stella -” Eobard started.
“That was the deal, right? You help me become better and I help you catch rogue metas”, Stella said as she circled around the table. “Granted, I didn’t think one of those metas would be Barry, but -”
“Stella!” Eobard interrupted her. “I was going to say be careful, but then I remembered who I’m talking to. So all I’m going to say is, I want you both back in one piece.”
“Roger that.” Stella smiled at him, bright as her namesakes in the sky, before she traipsed over to search her bag. Caitlin looked at him skeptically.
“Is this a good idea? We don’t even know how to cure Barry yet.”
“I figured I’ll just throw him around a bit until he’s burned the rage out of his system”, Stella said as she put on her leather jacket and zipped it up.
“And if that doesn’t work?” Caitlin asked.
Stella shrugged. “We’ll burn that bridge when we get to it.”
Despite his current mood, Eobard smiled. That recklessness and energy, as hazardous as it could be, was quickly becoming his favorite thing about the woman. She was always ready. He hadn’t even needed to ask her.
“I’ll call the Arrow, he can help you”, Felicity said.
“I’m totally on board with this”, Cisco said, “except how are you gonna find him? He deactivated his tracker a while back.”
Stella smirked as she slipped on a pair of big, orange sunglasses. “Bird’s eye view.”
Even though Stella had practiced what she liked to call hoverboarding quite a bit, it was a whole different matter to do it high in the sky over buildings than a few feet off the floor in a safe, confined environment. If she had been the kind of person who stopped to consider before she decided to do something… well, she probably still would have done it, but she might have realized how high the average building in Central City was. At least lack of emotional response wasn’t a problem, the adrenaline kept her steadily in the air.
“Guys, any sign of him?” Stella spoke to the Bluetooth earbuds she was using as a communicator. They had already spotted Barry once attacking Iris’s boyfriend, which wasn’t a good sign but made sense. The Arrow had caught him first, but Barry had dragged him off somewhere and disappeared again. “Wait, nevermind, I think I found them.”
There was a red blur running up the side of a building and a human-shaped figure falling down. Stella sped up and reached for the falling figure, landing him safely on his feet on the ground.
“Who the hell are you?” Oliver asked as Stella curved up next to him and landed the vaguely skateboard-shaped metal plate.
“Your backup”, Stella replied. “Or technically I guess you’re my backup. And you’re welcome, by the way.”
“I had it under control”, Oliver replied gruffly. Stella rolled her eyes behind the sunglasses as Barry ran back down.
“Can we save that debate until after we’ve dealt with mister hothead here?” Stella stepped forward and raised up her hand. “Sorry about this, Barry.”
She focused on Barry, catching him in a telekinetic hold and lifting him a few inches off the ground. Human bodies were harder to affect than objects, it was something about the more complex molecular structure plus the fact that they were about sixty percent liquid, but with some added effort she could hold him. Or so she thought until Barry shouted in rage and started shaking really fast and she physically felt her grip on him loosening before he dropped onto his feet and blurred to super-speed.
“Oh crap”, Stella breathed. “Interesting development, guys. Apparently Barry can vibrate out of my vibrations, I can’t hold him.”
“Can you buy us time until we get there?” Dr. Wells asked, sounds of traffic in the background.
“Sure, how far away are you?”
“About six blocks.”
“Yeah, I got it”, Stella promised. Okay, six blocks. She could fight Barry for that long. Taking a deep breath, she cracked her knuckles and lifted her hands up in closed fists. “Okay, speedster boy, let’s dance.”
“This is gonna be awesome!” she heard Cisco squeal. There was a security camera on a nearby wall, so the people at the cortex were probably eating popcorn and enjoying the show.
“Did you just actually say that?” Oliver asked.
“Shut up”, Stella muttered. Based on first impression, she couldn’t say she liked the Arrow very much.
Barry was running around them in a circle faster than they could see, so Stella decided to cut out the middle man. Waving her hand, she pulled off the asphalt from under his feet like a rug. Barry hit the ground with a thud and Oliver pounced him. He didn’t have much luck hitting the speedster, though, Barry was just too fast. Stella levitated up a couple of small but solid blocks of asphalt and aimed them at him; one hit the back of his head, and the next thing she knew, Barry was standing in front of her.
“You shouldn’t have done that”, Barry growled very uncharacteristically as he spun his hand around the front of her jacket and lifted her to her tiptoes.
“You’d rather I did this?” Stella asked and punched him in the nose. Before Barry could retaliate, a dumpster came at him screeching. He dropped her down, but dodged out of the way before she could trap him between the metal box and the wall.
Barry was fighting the two of them now, dodging and punching on super speed. Subconsciously, Stella and Oliver maneuvered to stand back to back, as if they were fighting multiple opponents. Between the two of them they managed to land some hits, although at least Stella took more than she dished out. Somewhere between tasting blood in her mouth and hearing an uncomfortable cracking sound in her ribs, she regretted not taking a single martial arts class for over a year, she was so rusty.
“Duck!” Oliver hissed at some point. Stella decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and dropped down to the ground. Two arrows whooshed over her out of nowhere, but Barry caught them before they hit him, which would have been an impressive feat in different circumstances.
“Fool me once”, Barry grinned like a madman, but Oliver threw a dart through his thigh that made him drop down on one knee screaming. Stella thought that was a little harsh, but didn’t want to waste the opportunity. She pulled the lid off the dumpster, tore it in strips, and wrapped the metal strips around Barry. He fell down to the ground shouting in frustration.
“Are those gonna hold him?” Oliver asked as he pulled Barry up.
Stella shrugged, panting. “They should. He’s fast, but it’s not like he has super strength.”
Thankfully, the S.T.A.R. Labs van finally curved to the alley. It turned so its side was facing them, the side doors slammed open, and a device resembling huge bass speakers flashed a series of lights. Stella closed her eyes and looked away until the light show stopped.
“Barry, you okay?” Oliver asked.
“This is going to be a special kind of hangover”, Barry groaned. “Guys, I’m so sorry.”
Oliver grinned a bit as he looked at Stella. “I think it’s safe to let him go.”
Stella agreed, unwrapped Barry and levitated the strips of metal to the dumpster. Joe ran out of the car to them.
“Are you all in one piece? Barry, Stella?” he asked and saw the stripped asphalt behind them. “What happened here?”
“Mostly me”, Stella admitted. Joe raised his eyebrows.
“Well, you got the job done. But next time, maybe try to rein in the property damage.”
Stella grinned. “Hey, it was my first gig, give me a break.”
Joe shook his head, but he lifted her arm over his shoulder and started walking her towards the van after Oliver and Barry. She would have managed it by herself, but feeling a little woozy as the adrenaline was starting to wear off, she appreciated the support. Though she felt a lot more energized when she saw Dr. Wells smiling at her from the passenger seat.
“Not a bad first superhero outing”, he said.
“Thanks”, Stella beamed.
“Are you okay? You’re bleeding”, Wells asked and wiped off some of the blood on her chin with his thumb. Stella blinked.
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s just… Barry punched me in the face. A couple times. I think, I didn’t actually see it.”
“I’m sorry!” Barry shouted again from the back of the van. Stella chuckled.
“I should…” Stella gestured vaguely and circled around to the backdoor. She climbed in to find Barry laying down on the floor and gladly joined him.
“Stella, I’m sorry”, Barry said yet again as he turned his head towards her. “I’d like to think I’m normally the kind of guy who doesn’t hit women.”
Stella laughed wearily. “It’s fine”, she reassured, patting his arm. “Not exactly what I had in mind when I signed up, but… it was fun. We should do that again, maybe when you’re not in a ragefest.”
“Sure”, Barry grinned. “By the way, Oliver and I were talking that we should go and pick up Bivolo on the way, wanna come?”
“Are you kidding me? After all that, there’s no way I’d let you go in there without me.”
Facing three superheroes, Bivolo didn’t stand a chance. Eobard watched as they walked the meta-human into the van literally with a bucket on his head, to prevent the optical connection. Though the story had ballooned somewhat by the time they reached S.T.A.R. Labs, based on the comparison between what he heard in the van and what the three told the others while Caitlin was patching up Stella and Queen. Eobard listened to the raucous laughter and closely examined the interaction between the Arrow and the telekinetic woman.
“I have to admit, you fight pretty well”, Queen said. “For a first-timer, anyway.”
Stella raised her eyebrows. “Excuse me?” she said. “When I got there, you were falling to your death. Which reminds me, you still haven’t thanked me for saving for your life.”
Queen huffed. “You didn’t save my life, I have arrows for that”, he argued.
Stella smirked. “Is that a catchphrase of yours? ‘Don’t worry, I have arrows for that’?”
“Pretty much”, Felicity confirmed. She was standing on Queen’s right, arms crossed, and seemed a little more tense than mere concern for a teammate’s well-being would suffice. That might have had something to do with the fact that Stella was once again not wearing a shirt so Caitlin could examine her ribcage, which had bloomed bright purple, almost the same color as the bruises on her back from the tennis balls.
“I don’t think any your ribs are broken, just bruised”, Caitlin concluded as she straightened up. “Just take it easy for a few days and you’ll be fine.”
“Take it easy? Caitlin, have you met her?” Barry said.
Stella glowered at him. “You’re not allowed to joke about this, you did this to me!”
“I said I’m sorry!” Barry’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and the others laughed.
“You know what, guys? We should totally celebrate this”, Cisco said. “We should go out clubbing or something.”
“I could use a drink”, Diggle said, and the rest of them agreed more or less unanimously.
“Great, where are we going?” Felicity asked.
“We could go to The Vortex”, said Stella, who had telekinetically summoned her phone and was tapping on it.
Cisco scoffed. “The Vortex? The line is gonna be around the block, we won’t get in there.”
“Yes we will,” Stella argued. “A gym buddy of mine is a bouncer there, I just texted him, he’s working tonight. And if that fails, I figure Oliver could just show his face and get in pretty much anywhere.”
Eobard didn’t like the way she was smirking, or the badly hidden, smug expression on Queen’s face as he shrugged.
“Eh, probably“, Queen admitted.
The superheroes and their support crews rolled out of the infirmary, making plans when and where to meet. Stella pulled her tanktop on as she walked over to where Eobard was pretending to work on the computer.
“So how about it?” she said to him.
Eobard frowned. “How about what?”
Stella tilted her head as she leaned her palms against the table. Even with a split lip and a bruised cut on her forehead, she still managed to look quite disarming. “You heard, we’re going out, you coming with us?” she asked. Eobard blinked; he had expected her to be content enough with Oliver Queen to even consider asking him. “And before you argue, I’d like to point out that it was your flashy machine that cured Barry, so you have as much reason to celebrate as the rest of us.”
For the hundredth time, Eobard cursed his disability cover. He actually wished he could have gone with them, he was so irrationally bothered by the mental image of Stella grinding on Oliver Queen in some shady nightclub. He kept telling himself it was because the Arrow was a bad influence on his two fledgling superheroes and not for… other reasons that made him want to stick his vibrating hand through Queen’s chest.
“I’m not much of a dancer”, Eobard smiled wryly. “But thanks for the offer.”
The only silver lining was that Stella actually pouted and looked sincerely disappointed before Caitlin came to drag her away.
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johnfaa · 7 years ago
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Are there any oldschool hardcore Friends fans who can help me out with fanfic?
actually I’m looking for your archives.
you know, like we philes had The Gossamer Project back in the day, where’s your classic all-Friends archive that you used to browse back in the 90s and 2000s? 
more importantly, where’s the hardcore lemonfic of unpopular pairings?
bc from what I see at ao3 and ff.net, you ain’t got much of that... 
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