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she leans over, plucking an arrow from his collection as he keeps going on with target practice, and adding it to the handful she has hidden in her cape, “ how is this actually useful? you want some real practice, let me out there. ”
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It is time for This or That Detective Comics and Metahumans edition! So… pick your favorite! Who will you choose, Cyborg or Green Arrow? Comment down below! 🦸🏻
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@greenarrow asked: [ARCHERY LESSON MEME.]
she’s never been able to stomach being a beginner. lana is a hard worker, yes — dedicated, yes, and quick — but she’s always chosen her hobbies according to her talents, too. it’s kept her from looking foolish (and kept her from no small amount of fun). the bow is the other type of gift, though: the surprise sort. the strangely thoughtful sort.
“was this built for a child?”
she’s also poorly equipped to stomach her own size: that’s the only fight she puts up.
she allows oliver to envelop her hand in his, to manipulate her stiff fingers until, one by one, they relax around the recurve’s grip. she’s attentive as he demonstrates — ever-narrating, of course — how to load an arrow with her left hand, how to align the bow string. how to aim and shoot.
it’s simple to do, of course, when lana’s practically a puppet he’s wearing, an extension of his arms and hands. the arrow easily finds its target, dead-center. still, she can’t pretend she isn’t pleased.
“thank you for this,” she says, leaning into him, “it’s beautiful.” it truly is: she can’t even imagine what it cost (she’d rather not, if she’s going to use it). “i hope you’re not trying to recruit me, though. this will not be impressive.”
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Can you guess the last answer? Yes, it is The Presence!
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midnight. the clacking of keys. the soft glow of her computer illuminating the empty bullpen. it’s an all too familiar scene — one that she feels right at home in. if lois lane ever questioned where in this big wide world she belonged, she’d conjure up a memory of a night just like this and remember that this is it. she’s been doing better with not bringing her work home lately, but that just means she’s home far less and has become far more acquainted with the nighttime security guard here at the daily planet — his name is al and he snores like a freaking buzzsaw. she hardly notices it. not when she’s in the zone.
but not tonight. tonight she’s on edge in a way she never is when she writes. there’s something in the air, something big on the brink and she knows that getting this story right, knows that getting all her ducks in a row before she drops it in perry’s lap in the morning, is more important than ever.
she senses a shift in her surroundings upon the very first footstep. clark knows better than to sneak up on her like this, though. so she slips her hand into her desk drawer and grabs her handy pepper spray slowly. she spins in her chair and is met with nothing but green. well, that, and an outstretched arm holding a bag from her favorite chinese takeout spot. her heart slows. it’s just oliver.
“ take it easy. let me help, ” the arrow pleads with her, after seeing just how on edge she is.
“ unless you’ve suddenly become a copy editor, ” lois tosses back at him, all too ready to cover any modicum of vulnerability with her signature sharp-tongued humor, “ you’re kind of useless to me right now. ”
a beat, before she lets out a sigh. exhaustion settles into the planes of her face in a way she wishes the world could not see. “ he sent you, didn’t he? to check on me. ” it seems whatever they’re facing now is a problem only superman can solve.
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there’s an irony train & she’s the only passenger on board. they’ve spent an entire day dodging virtual threats & VRA ops, a day that could only be topped off with the ultimate trust fall, of course. from the top of a freaking building.& yet, none of that chaos rattled her more than the quiet moment they get to spend together now. somehow, this is the scarypart – the moment she finds out if her disappearing act has officially colored their relationship a lost cause in his eyes. just because he still trusts her doesn’t mean he still wants her. & it’s that fear she feels crawling up her spine as they stand in the same place they started. the watchtower’s seen better days & she could point it out to break the silence… but small talk’s never been her strong suit. “ i promise i’ll let you talk, ask questions, huff & puff & let me have it, but before you do… ”
she takes a few steps closer & finds comfort in the fact that he doesn’t step away. their reunion kiss got rudely interrupted. & she’d like a redo. because there’s no telling how this conversation will end, but this is how she wants it to start. there’s a small pause, a hand reaching for the side of his neck & pleading blues asking him not to pull away as she moves to close the gap between them. & when he doesn’t, she abandons all hesitation. lips touch his softly at first, apologetic, only to up the intensity in moments’ time, deepening the kiss. she’s gone without him for months & this is where it shows. hand climbing to the back of his neck, she’s breathless by the time they part & even then, she doesn’t want to let go. “ i really missed you. ” a moment of honesty followed by a quick twitch of her lips. “ they don’t make patches for this. ”
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“ i didn’t say anything ! ” she hummed. the type of hum that immediately sounded like ‘i told you so’ – which is good, because that was exactly what she was going for. “ but if i were to say something, i’d say that rock, paper, scissors game was definitely rigged against me & you should’ve listened to me about taking that left even after all my embarrassing losses. ” hand in his, they do the turn of shame & slowly head back to where they started. now, she doesn’t want to kick a man while he’s down, but she’s helplessly amused by the slight annoyance on his face. “ you know, if i could be right without you being wrong, i would. ” looking his way now, a playful glint brightens her eyes as she considers that scenario further. “ actually maybe i wouldn’t ! it’s cute when you get a little huffy. ”
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the grin starts small: a tiny spark and then boom … something dazzling, a smile bright enough to light the night sky. “ yay! ” she practically sings, springing up from her seat, barely able to contain the joy. nothing new, really. however, the joy not only came from convincing him to do it, but in knowing he always had her back.
“ oh, this is going to be fantastic. ” hands clap together, energy buzzing through her stance. already visualizing it … her name in bold, in it's full front page glory. “ do you know how long it’s been since my byline made it on the front page? ” a dramatic pause, waiting for the answer she knew wouldn't come. “ yeah, exactly— last time that happened, tie dye pants were still in trend. ” smirk replaces her toothy smile, much more self satisfied now. “ an expose with green arrow? that’s the kind of story that'll put lois lane right back on the map. ”
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“we’ve been together — what? six years?” it seems a little drastic to be bringing up marriage, doesn’t it? true enough, lana’s primary response to any bad decision has been full commitment to the opposite path, historically — but that’s irrelevant. “you know i just don’t really think about that.” / @greenarrow
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she is the picture of nonchalance on the outside, but on the inside brooke is squealing. an oliver queen shindig is nothing to raise her nose at. his parties are the thing of legends. and even though she isn’t as wild as she was in her wild days, brooke can still appreciate a good time.
“ i’ll see if i can make it, ” brooke replies with a shrug, the ghost of a smile almost giving her away, “ it’s a busy night for the social calendar, after all. ”
oh, she’ll be there.
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♞ @greenarrow said: it’s not that bad.
𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼: 𝙸𝙽𝙹𝚄𝚁𝙴𝙳. ( 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 )
from where hellboy is standing, it does look that bad. first, he takes a moment to ensure that whatever did this to the man in front of him isn't about to ambush them. then hellboy sets to looking for anything that could act as a bandage until they could get some real help. today of course being the one day that he chose not to pack his coat with first aid supplies of any kind. why would he need that, surely not for himself. hellboy shook his head, and let out an irritated tsk as he rips a strip of cloth from the large black shirt he is wearing.
❛ what'd you get in a fight with this time?❜ hellboy asks, keeping the tone of his voice nonchalant, as he hands the cloth over to the young man.
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oh my gosh this is so very kind, thank you so much! please know i am extreme uno reversing right back at you! i am truly am such a fan of how you write oliver and i’ve really enjoyed the interactions with babs so far (she’ll warm up to him i promise..). i’m so excited to keep writing with you and to develop their dynamic further! 💚
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♞ @greenarrow said: ❛ really? i wouldn’t have guessed that about you. ❜
𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼: 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 𝙽𝙾 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴. ( 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 )
a fat, wet tear rolls down his cheek. the credits for the film begin to roll and hellboy feels no shame in the emotion swelling within his chest. it’s not often that he can allow himself the luxury of tears, and there is something about an earnestly made film that really tugs at him, dammit! at the young man’s words, hellboy lets out a healthy chuckle.
❛ you can say it, i’m a big softie, ❜ he wipes his face with the back of his flesh hand, and shrugs, ❛ ‘remember, no man is a failure who has friends’… it gets me right in the gut every time. i forgot how good that movie is, it’s been a while. ❜
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“ yeah, a month’s detention worth of funny. ” a light jab, soft laughter still echoing through the watchtower as she reaches for one of his fries. she doesn’t remember how they got here, but she’s finding herself getting a peek into oliver’s rowdy school boy days – the lighterside of them, she’s betting. it’s all off the record, anyway. most things are, these days. there’s a strange warmth in her chest as she watches him, sitting on the floor – because dinner dates with tables & chairs are overrated – with her back against the railing, legs crossed in front of their deliciously unhealthy takeout spread. now, is it there because that playful grin of his is finally getting close to melting her from the inside out ? it’s a possibility. it’s also just as possible that it’s there to signal gratitude. for the levity, if nothing else. for the moments he reminds her she can still enjoy herself when everything else around them is going up in flames. “ you know you can’t tell a story junkie only one fun anecdote, right ? ” curious glint in her eyes, enough to let him know she’s jonesing for more than dinner. “ i’m kind of enjoying this time machine ride. ”