#gotta hate ms

[watashime-ciel]

uta yo hibike Glory Steady Scratch-Go or something i-

MY BACK MY WRIST MY EYES IT ALL HURTS is it so terrible to be just a simple mortal trying to make a thumbnail for a custom remix?..................... /lh

[alcorian-wizard]

[grey-tumbles-and-falls-down]

"we need more complex female characters!!" yall were hating on The Marvels, BEFORE IT EVEN CAME OUT

[luck-of-the-drawings]

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saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

[mspaint-flower]

Could you draw Empty Sekai's version of Flower?

perfect time to revisit my old niigo flower design

[xxb0ywalk3rxx]

Club for things that pose as dogs and kill people just because they can. I always had this weird crack headcannon where Fetch is literally the only thing that Smile doesn't just look at and say ''Inferior being, I could do better.'' Despite not being a creepypasta, they so close they'd have a youtube channel I think. Way smarter than Jeff that's for sure.

[bagea]

some of u could learn from this...

[zerooriginalityitsalljustcrabs]

lil guys

[lovevalley45]

once again u may be like why do u keep listening to hannah grace books if u have to complain abt them as well. n that’s a good question but i don’t wanna unpack that. instead i wanna unpack how it is lowkey boring to know everyone’s trauma responses n the reasoning for them within one chapter of being in their perspective esp compared to me enjoying at first spite n how subtle it was setting up athena’s depression and matthew’s trauma from his brother dying as a baby

[kavehayati]

I think I’m more sad I missed out on black swan than any other character :(

[novahreign]

Sinners

Elijah “Smoke” Moore x Lucinda “Lu/ Lil bit” Hawkins.

A/N: I wanted to give it a try. I’m a Smoke girlie. That’s my type of man.😜💙 I hope that you enjoy.

“Elijah. Please, don’t do this.” I begged gripping his bicep. “Please.” He gathered me in his arms.

I had been cheesing and humming all morning. Mama had gone into town and daddy was working, this was the only day that both of my parents would be gone and Elijah could come over. I finished my morning chores and freshened myself up from this hot Mississippi weather. I had been having sex with Elijah or Smoke, what most people called him, although I never taken a liken to it, for two full months and my folks were non the wiser. I smiled to myself, I just didn’t understand how something that was such a sin, felt so good. Elijah always knew how to me feel good, how to make me feel like a woman. He was always gentle too. Never harsh with me like he was to everyone else. My mother didn’t know what I saw in him, she just I didn’t understand, that’s all.

When Elijah came in, I was prepared to make love. He always did know how to work that thing between his legs to bring me so much pleasure, oh, and his tongue, sweet Mary, did he know how to use it on me, have me saying swear words that my mama would have my hind for, but instead of my sweet Elijah, I got the one with fear in his eyes. One I only saw a few times. He rushed inside and told me that he and his brother were leaving town. I could feel my heart bout to beat outta my chest. He gathered me in his arms, kissing the side of my head. “I gotta go Lu, don’t make this any harder for me.”

“Why are you doing this? Where are you going?!” I could feel my heart slowly crumbling as he worked to avoid my eyes. “Elijah, what did you do?”

His twin brother Elias “Stack” laid on the horn “Hurry nigga. We gots to go.” He seemed nervous as he scanned the dirt road. A man, I didn’t recognize sat in the drivers seat, kept his gaze straight ahead. “Smoke, let’s go!”

He looked at me with wary eyes “I gotta go baby.” He kissed me harder than he’d ever had before. I tried to savor every moment as I melted in his arm. “Promise me you’ll write.” I sensed his hesitation “You don’t have to say where you are, just let me know that you’re alright and that you’re thinking of me.”

He nodded his head “I’ll do that. I promise.” He kissed me one last time but before he made it to the end of the yard, I yelled out to him. “I love you Elijah.” He smirked “I love you too Lil bit.” I smiled faintly at the nickname that I hated, but would give anything to hear him say it forever. He hopped in the back of the car.

“Don’t forget to write.”

“I won’t! I promise.”

The car sped off down the road, leaving a cloud of dirt behind. I waved until I couldn’t see them anymore.

Sometime later, I learned that the twins killed their daddy or that’s Bessie’s grandmother was telling everybody. I know how cruel and evil his daddy could be and if that’s why he left then I could accept that. That was seven years ago. He never did write like he promised. I waited for years for a letter. Eventually I picked up the pieces of my heart and moved on as I best I could.

“Alright. Class is dismissed. You all go and make it home. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

“Bye, Ms. Hawkins.” The cute little brown faces of boys and girls exited the white painted barn that was used for schooling during the weekdays. I sighed as to face one little grumpy face child. I bit my cheek to keep from smiling but I put on my serious face.

“Lester Sims, You oughta be ashamed of the way that you carried on today.” His little frown loosened up some. “I expect better from you. You’re a smart boy and have a brain.” I tapped his head “Use it, because the next time you act like this, I’m liken to take a switch to you and I don’t want to have to do that, You hear me?”

He nodded his head and let out a gruff “Yes ma’am.”

“Alright now, gon and head home. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He stomped his way out of the barn as I began tidying up. I unsnapped the button to my blouse, it was hot as Satans tail in this classroom. Hearing footsteps I turned around.

“Lester, you’re always forgetting something, I tell you ever-“ my words got caught as I looked up.

“You as hard on poor Lester as your mama was on me and Stack.How you doing, Lu?”

I gripped the chair, to keep myself from falling, it was like looking at ghost. Elijah Moore stood in front of me. Bigger and more put together than I’ve seen a colored folk before. He tipped his hat “Elijah.” I said, my voice coming out way softer than I wanted or needed it to. Hell, I was mad at him. Seven years you’ve been gone and got the nerve to come back looking like this?! I cross my legs at the ankles. Seven years wasn’t enough time for my body to forget the only man to ever touch me. Then anger boiled in my chest. I dropped the broom, brushed past him, stomping my way out of the school, like Lester did. I was almost far enough when I felt a grip on my arm. I turned so fast bumping into his rock hard chest.

“Can we talk?” Tears welled up in my eyes.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” I tried my best to keep myself together. “Just stay the hell away from me.” I jerked from his arm, headed down the road, not once looking back. I couldn’t, not yet.

[backwzzds]

ೃ⁀➷ spoil you, plug!eren

eren hated when you spent your own money, but you don’t listen.

thinking about the way plug!eren would take you on his drops with him. you were so quiet and in your own world, he never minded the fact that you had your freshly white painted toes resting against the dash of his mercedes AMG coupe. the entire car was blacked out with expensive ceramic tints, protecting you both from your usual…late night activities.

your glasses rested on the cute bridge of your nose as your left leg was sat in eren’s lap while your right rested against the dashboard. eren was lucky that he fucked with most of his customers heavy…you two had been waiting for the dude to meet y’all for nearly thirty minutes now, and had it been someone else, eren would have sped away long time ago.

eren comfortingly rubbed your baby soft feet in the grasp of his tattooed hand, one with beautiful realism art of your own eye. with a turn of his head, he could see you practically nose deep in the bright screen of your phone illuminating through the car. “you growing bored mama?” his voice is concerned. “ian think we was gonna be waiting this long on dude…my bad baby.”

you hadn’t said much since you’d gotten in the car, just wanting to hurry and add all of your things to your shopping cart on the skims website. “nah, ‘m just…trying…to do somethin’ real quick,” you bite your lip as you tap away on your phone. you were trying to add as many things to your cart before it was gone. “before this shit sell out.”

eren being the nosy boy he is leans against your shoulder to see what you were doing. but the moment he’d seen you type in numbers that belonged to what he knew as your own debit card, he kissed his teeth in annoyance. “man how many times i gotta tell you to stop using your card to go shopping bae?” you roll your eyes at his words. “i’m serious, you got all three of my cards on ya phone for a reason. fuck is you typing in your info for?”

don’t get him wrong, eren loved the fact that you were independent and knew how to handle money almost perfectly now that you were in your twenties. but being together with you for so long, he continued to step up with his provider capabilities by always taking care of you. whether it was paying your bills, rent—everything in between.

but of course it was a struggle when ms. i can do it all by myself meets mr. i know you can but let me do it for you

“because i’m spending like 600 dollars,” you point out to his previous question with an obvious scoff. “i’m not asking you for that.” eren mirrors your actions and rolls his eyes again.

eren looks at you as if you’re insane and suffered memory loss for the past four years you’ve been together. “babe…i make that shit in one night. actually—fuck a night—i make that shit in two hours!”

it wasn’t like he was lying either, with the way that eren was one of the only trusted plugs in town, it was very easy that he’d bring at least a band a night on a consistent basis. selling for almost six years was finally paying off.

you two hardly ever fought, but if you did, it was always about money. eren knew how long you’ve had to do things on your own physically and financially. you couldn’t go to your mom for help, you didn’t have a dad to beg, so it was all on you since you’d been 16. but now that he had eren, he’d just wish you’d let him take the burden of money of your shoulders and take care of you the way you take care of him.

after a few minutes, your boyfriend holds his hand out. you give him crazy eyes, but eventually follow orders by putting your phone in his hand. “don’t know how many times i gotta tell yo stubborn ass, forreal,” he grunted. “‘s never a problem spoiling my baby. you don’t ever ask me for nothing. let me feel useful and get you stuff, mama.”

with a sigh, you nod your head, like you always did. there was no way eren was gonna take no for an answer when it came to spoiling his wife.

in response, eren uses his free hand to delete your information and instead place the correct numbers—the information to his amex black card. all the money he has, he sits and does nothing with it, so why not buy you all the things you’ve never had before?

when you hear the chime of your phone confirming your order, eren hands you the phone back and goes to look out his dark window.

with your acrylics, you grab eren by the neck and slowly turn him back to face you. “thanks papa,” you gave him genuine eyes.

eren leans forward and pecks your lips. with a serious face, he pecks you one more time before wrapping his tatted fingers around your neck erotically. with a look in your eyes he tells you, “always tell me what you want, no matter how much, mama. you know daddy gonna get that shit for you one way or another, regardless.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Thunderbolts Preference: Getting Your Period

A/N: I have been thinking about this since day 1 of mine lol. I have PCOS and it's gotten so bad lately, like exactly when I was a teenager and everyone said I was overreacting. Ruined both my pajama pants and my sheets this morning, but I think writing will help 🖤

THUNDERBOLTS REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Bucky doesn't realize what's going on until you accidentally bleed through your pants on a mission. You escape to the nearest bathroom, cursing, angry at yourself, at your body for doing this right now when it's quite actually life and death. It's the one time you didn't wear black pants, too. He follows, fearing the worst, telling the others you're going on a little detour. Bucky stands outside the stall, knocking quietly, asking if you're okay. Finally, defeated, you tell him no. Emotions come rushing over you and you can't help but wipe away tears. Fuck. Everything hurts. Everything aches. And now you've got blood everywhere. You tell him you bled through, that you don't have anything (a pad, a tampon, clean pants). He tells you to stay there and you watch his boots disappear from beneath the door. You're not sure how long you spend sitting there, but he comes back eventually, handing you not only a fresh set of pants, but a box of each, too. You change quickly, hating that you wasted so much time on something so stupid. When you ask him where he got any of this he just shrugs, says he's gotta be prepared for anything. You thank him, but he brushes it off. He just wanted to help.

Alexei has no idea why you're crying, or that you even could cry, only that you are and there's no one else around to help. You're watching a movie that's not supposed to be sad, but somehow you thought about it too much and it's so happy you made it sad. He sits next to you, leaving space between you, even more confused. He saw this movie: nothing bad happened. So what was wrong? That's when he sees the warm blanket and the heating pad you're hugging against yourself and the snacks on the table (salty and sweet, of course) and it clicks. Oooooh. He's not exactly the most delicate with this though, and asks (humorously) "Red time again?" You nod, handing over the bag of M&Ms without looking over, grabbing the chips instead. Because the women in his life went through the Red Room, he never had to deal with this, but he heard about it from others, from the other husbands whose wives went through the same thing. Plus, recently, Yelelna gave him the rundown on periods and how to properly act instead of assuming the worst. He sits with you and watches whatever you put on. He gets you a cold drink and more blankets if you ask. Whatever he needs to do to make you more comfortable.

Yelena catches you one morning looking defeated, early, too early for your usual routine. She watches you pile your sheets, blankets, and covers outside your room, stripping the bed completely. She knows you love clean sheets, but this early? Then she notices a pair of pajama pants on top of the pile stained red. Oh. She knocks on the doorway, wanting to get your attention. She asks if she can help. You're embarrassed, telling her it's fine, you got it, but she's already scooping everything up in her arms, telling you she doesn't mind. You follow her through the floor towards the washing machine, coming up with every excuse in the book. Doesn't she have to train? John could already be waiting for her and you both know how he gets. It'll throw off her entire routine! Finally she stops and turns towards you, telling you she's not afraid of a little blood. She tells you to go back to your room and wait for her to put new sheets on. Don't move until she gets there. It's too early and you're too tired to fight, instead (for once) following orders. She helps you make the bed and tells you to go back to sleep. She'll worry about switching it over and folding everything. Your body hurts too much and the mattress is more than welcomed. She checks on you through the day and by sunset, everything is clean, blood free, and placed on top of you after coming straight from the dryer.

Ava knows exactly what time of the month it is because your entire demeanor changes. Usually, you're confident, stubborn, and not easily provoked. This week though, you doubt yourself too much. Your looks, your body, your fighting abilities. You can't make up your mind and you, usually stone-like in confrontation, are fighting with Valentina about the littlest things, giving her ultimatums she knows you don't actually want or care for. You hate the new costume she's designed and you won't be caught dead wearing it. It's actually not that bad, but she knows it's just how you feel about your body right now that makes it so heinous. Ava tries to take your mind off things, asking if you need anything. A heating pad, candy, pain killers. You break down, admitting you feel crazy, like you're losing it. She asks if maybe you're getting your period next week? Fuck. You apologize profusely, beating yourself up over it, but she's not one to villainize someone's hormones. She tells you it's normal, that you shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed. You want to apologize to Valentina too, but she tells you not to. Someone needs to put her in her place once in a while. It's really not the end of the world.

John is your training partner for the day and he couldn't have picked a worse time. He's brutal on a regular basis, cut throat, but today is bad. You've already taken pain killers and used a heating pad and still, the cramps won't let up. Not even a little. Not realizing, he gets frustrated, says your mind is somewhere else, that you need to focus. He knees you in the stomach and that's the final straw. Picking yourself up, you throw down your weapons, telling him to fuck off before leaving. He's stunned. What did he do? He follows close behind, but you're not talking. You get to your room just in time to slam the door in his face. He doesn't take the hint, knocking and yelling through, asking you what he did wrong. He was always saying and doing the wrong thing, apparently. Angry, frustrated, and in pain, you open it, yelling in his face you got your period and that little stunt made your cramps 1,000x worse. He's stunned silent for once in his life. Finally, you tell him to go away, that you need your space. He listens, but he comes back a little while later, asking you to open the door. In his hands are the heating pad and a bottle of pills. He apologizes, remembering how his ex-wife's periods were brutal, asking if these will help. You thank him. He checks in every hour, apologizing again, asking you to tell him next time. You will.

Bob, truthfully, doesn't know that much about periods. He's got the basics down, but that's about it. It's strange that you're calling him when you're both in the tower, but he picks it up anyways. You sound so sad, so quiet, when you ask him if he can go out and pick up a box of pads/tampons for you. You didn't realize you were all out and there's no way you can do it yourself. It's too heavy. He's the only one here with you, otherwise you would have asked someone else. Despite having zero knowledge, he's more than eager to help. He comes back with multiple bags of boxes. He never knew there were so many options, so he just grabbed one of each. He asked around with the employees and picked up extra stuff: bubble bath, snacks, face masks, pain killers, etc. You thank him, apologizing profusely, hating that you had to ask for help with this. He shrugs it off though, grateful to help. He asks if he got the right ones and you come out, telling him he did a great job. You're embarrassed, but he really doesn't seem bothered, asking if you can open the pickle chips while you watch a movie. Of course, you say, and along with the many, many boxes of tampons/pads, it looks like he went through the snack aisle and grabbed a bag of each, too.

[nghtwngs]

how about a bob x reader fic where reader is the receptionist for the new avengers?

scott and zelda

description. sweet bob reynolds has been avoiding you and your daily lobby chats for days now. were your book recommendations that terrible? and then you realize the mistake you’ve made that has had poor bob unable to face you these last few days…

pairing. robert “bob” reynolds x receptionist!reader

genre. fluff, idiots friends to lovers, canon compliant

word count. 1.7k

warnings. set during the post-thunderbolts* timeskip, suggestive themes, allusions to smut, reader on the verge of crashing out at work

author’s notes. named after the newly released bibi (aka my wife) song, which you can listen to while reading! and if you read the lyrics, you’ll understand why i chose it. i managed to keep the reader gender neutral too :) also this was so fun to write so thank u for requesting nonnie!!!

“Hello, you have reached the Avengers’ Watchtower,” you begin in your nicest customer service tone. “How may I assist you?” After a few beats. “I’m sorry. Unfortunately, Congressman Barnes is not available at this number. If you would like to discuss… to send your inquiries to him, you may reach him at his office’s number or email, both of which I can provide for you.” You suppress a long sigh, fingertips typing away at your keyboard. “Which contact info would you like?”

After placing the phone back into its receiver, you finally allow yourself to face plant into the desk when you hear your name.

“Congressman Barnes,” you greet him in a professional voice that makes him grimace, “what a coincidence. I was just on the phone with a woman who was wondering how much she could donate to your next campaign in exchange for spending the night with her…. among other things.” You’re really hoping your face relays the trauma you had just experienced to him.

You think it does because a flicker of disgust appears on Bucky’s face as he asks, “What did you say?”

“Oh, I directed her to your office’s number. She was happy to take it.”

“Jesus,” he mumbles. “I think my job sucks sometimes, and then I remember the things you’re put through down here.”

“Gotta love it, yeah.” You press your lips together, fiddling with your Pilot G2 pen while you work up the courage to ask him, “Have you, um, seen Bob lately perchance?”

He nods and answers, “Yeah, like, whenever I’m here. Which is also everyday. Because he lives here.”

There’s a pointed look on his face that you’d rather not unpack right now. You’re just curious, is all. Bob usually comes down to the lobby to visit you whenever you’re working, but after you recommended him that book four mornings ago, he’s been radio silent. Maybe it was a terrible read, and he’s just been trying to figure out how to tell you he hated it. In a nice way.

“Well, it feels like he doesn’t.” You nearly pout at the man. “I haven’t seen him since Monday.”

“Again, he lives here. You could call him, I don’t know. I’m sure he’ll answer if it’s you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just means he’ll answer. Call him.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then don’t. It’s not my problem, kid.”

“You do know I’m thirty, right?”

“Well, I’m a hundred and nine, kid,” he retorts, heading for the elevator.

“You been hitting on any of the nursing home ladies that like to come around then, Bucky?” You snicker at him and wave, watching him roll his eyes as the doors shut.

The next few hours in the Watchtower’s lobby are just as boring as the last few, with surprisingly few people coming in and out. Although a couple of people do come in to ask if there’s a restroom.

“It’s down the hallway on your left,” you tell the old lady kindly, pointing your finger in that direction. You’re technically not supposed to let random people use the toilet here, for Ms. de Fontaine’s worry that ‘vagrants’ will linger, but that’s better than them pissing in the streets. When the lady disappears, you make a mental note to tell Bucky he’s just missed his shot with this hot, elderly woman. You can’t help but snicker at your own humor.

That was the only time you laughed for the past three hours, you realize. Normally, you’d be giggling or snorting at some silly joke Bob makes. But of course, he’s not here and hasn’t been since the beginning of the week. You had forgotten how boring working at reception was because he had always come to cure it.

Sure, the new Avengers, like Bucky, would chat with you for a minute or so. Or if you were Alexei, ten to fifteen minutes. Yelena has warmed up a little while Ava remains curt still. John is still as well but also a major asshole, according to Bob, so you generally don’t try small talk with him. Bob was the only one who ever stayed around, trying to cure his own boredom. And eventually, you became good friends.

The job had been a surprisingly chill gig, meaning they really only needed one person in the lobby to handle simple tasks like answering the phone or giving directions. Sometimes, you even got to schedule a meeting or two, which used to be the highlight of your days when you first started out.

You groan to yourself, propping up your hand to rest your chin on. Despite your very tiny developing work(?) (Does it count as a work crush if you technically don’t work with him?) crush on Bob, you just missed his company. He had been so quiet at first, and then you found out you shared a mutual interest in books. Did you really just admit your crush? You couldn’t even say the words out loud to your other friends, much less yourself. You huff out a sad little breath of air, eyes looking around for any stimulus when you remember you left the book you were rereading in your bag. Sat at your feet, you open the bag to grab the novel.

It’s the book you recommended to Bob days earlier, and the only reason you can think of as to why he’s been avoiding you lately. Did you really have that bad of a taste in books? He liked your other recommendation… Oh, but maybe he actually hated it and was trying to spare your feelings. And now, since you gave him another atrocious book to read, he realized he could no longer be friends with someone who only reads awful books.

If, right now, you were at home in your cozy bed, you’d be screaming into your pillow.

Seeing as the lobby is pretty much empty, you crack open your novel to where you left off. This book is very dear to you, considering this is your third time rereading it (this year) and that it’s only May. So it meant a lot when you recommended it to Bob. But maybe you just love shitty books—this one had four and a half stars on StoryGraph though!

‘Won’t you place a bookmark inside of me?’ is the first line you read on the page, and the wheels on your chair loudly screech when you suddenly rise. Laughing nervously when you receive a few looks from around the room, you sit back down with the book you just aggressively shut. Now, you think you’ll call Bucky to fling you into space from the Watchtower’s roof.

In your excitement at recommending Bob a new novel to add to his reading list, you totally forgot about the book-related innuendos and rather graphic sex scenes that were scattered throughout the book. Oh, God, he must think you’re some pervert! No wonder he’s been avoiding you. Or maybe he thought you were trying to hit on him, and now he can’t figure out a way to gently let you down.

Reluctantly, you open the book back up to see just how bad the damage was.

‘Would you wet your finger for me? Would you pinch me?’

‘Would you fold me freely? Would you keep me overdue?’

You close the novel before you see anything else that would make you somehow feel more embarrassed than you already do now. But before you even get the chance to stew in your embarrassment, you hear the voice you’ve been longing to hear for days.

“Is everything okay?” Bob asks with some concern from the other side of your desk.

You sit up stick straight, blinking at him like an idiot. “Bob, hey—hi.”

“Hi.”

It’s not for another five full seconds that you realize you didn’t answer his question at all before blubbering, “Yeah! I’m… I’m alright. Are you? Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

Bob smiles awkwardly, nodding. “Yeah, I’m good. Sorry about that, by the way. I read that book you—“

“God, I am so, so sorry I recommended it to you. I totally forgot about the…”

At your words, a confused frown forms on his face. “About what?”

“The sexual stuff…” you finish quietly.

The recognition takes over his features now. “Oh, that.”

“I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to think I’m a… pervert or something… I really do think the story is good.”

“It is,” he agrees, much to your surprise. “I liked it, but I’ll admit I was surprised by the… other stuff. Suppose I never really had you pegged as the type to read such… dirty books. And then it got me thinking…” He pauses, quieting his voice a little more. “Do you like being folded freely too?”

His question throws you off, not because of the filthiness of it, but how innocent he makes it sound. Like he’s asking you about the weather. But the weather is never really about the weather, is it?

Bob continues like he didn’t just flip your entire world on its axis, “I went and bought the book right after I left you that day. And I haven’t been down here to see you since then because I didn’t know if I could be normal around you when I couldn’t stop thinking about whether or not you liked getting fucked the same way that character in the book does.”

“Does it matter to you?” you ask once you’ve managed to find your voice somewhere in the mush that’s currently your brain.

He shakes his head at you. “No, but it would be very helpful to know.”

You shoot up from your chair for the second time that shift, making such quick haste around the desk that even he’s surprised. You’re then making some poor excuse to the security guard Lenny about showing Bob around the new downstairs renovations, an excuse that would easily fall apart if thought about for longer than two moments. But you’re already strutting towards a random, unused office space where you sometimes take your breaks, dress shoes clicking against the tiled floors, and expecting him to follow.

Bob does, of course, silently thanking Bucky for pushing him in the right direction this morning.

[hawkeyetrained]

Hurry

Derek Hale x reader (established relationship)

Other Characters: Scott, Chris Argent, Isaac (mentioned)

Warnings: Mention of blood and wounds

Summary: It's not Ms. Blake that gets trapped in the supply closet when Boyd and Cora are rescued.

Word Count: 1678

We had to hurry. After breaking into the old bank in an attempt to save the trapped werewolves, Derek and Scott had struggled to restrain them, causing Allison to break the protective barrier and allow the two rouges to run off into the night. We had a plan. We always had a plan. I was in the car with Chris Argent racing our way towards the high school. Our plan was to trap the two out of control werewolves in the boiler room below the main halls and keep them there until the moon went down and their strength faded.

Chris slammed on the breaks in the large SUV he drove, stopping just outside the doors on the opposite side of the school that the wolves were headed. “Do a quick search. No one needs to be here when we send them down.” He commented as I jumped out the door, slamming it shut and listening to him as he sped off towards the woods to help lure the wolves to our location.

I did a quick scan of the parking lot as I ran up to the main doors, noticing one car still parked over by the English halls. The new teacher, Ms. Blake, was still here, her room lit up with the bright overhead lights. With a roll of my eyes, I headed down the hall as quickly as I could, making sure to slow down as I got to her door.

“Ms. Blake?” I knocked softly on the door to make sure I wouldn’t scare her. “What are you doing here?”

Her head snapped up from the pile of paperwork she was grading, bright red pen in her hand. “Oh, my. Honey what are you doing here so early?” She ignored my question. “It’s barely morning.” She looked out her window into the darkness surrounding the school.

“Umm.” I had to think quickly. “Study group was supposed to start early for a big test in chem today. I was just headed out after grabbing some stuff from my locker, wanted to grab some breakfast.”

“Well, I’d be happy to walk out with you. I just have to reload the copier down the hall. I used most of it printing assignments for later. The other teacher are very particular about the copier being full in the morning.” She started to gather her things. Paper was stored downstairs, next to the boiler room in the supply closet.

“Oh, you know what, I’ve gotta grab some stuff from my locker on the other side of the school. I know where the supply closet is, I’ll just grab the paper for you. I don’t have a first period, so I don’t mind the extra few minutes here.” My hand pulled my phone from my back pocket, glancing down to see the HURRY test from Derek lighting up my screen.

Ms. Blake slung her bag over her shoulder. “I’d hate to leave you here alone. I’ll just wait.”

I shook my head as another text came through. They’re almost there. Get out. “No, it’s ok. My ride is running a few minutes late, so I’ll grab the paper and then head out. See you in a few hours for class.” My phone slipped easily back into my pocket as I gave her a rushed smile that I hoped didn’t give off how worried I was.

“Only if you’re sure.” She smiled softly, pulling her keys from her pocket.

“Yeah, I got it.” I waved her off as I turned down the hall towards the basement stairs. “See you later!” I called and disappeared down the stairs. It would take all of ten seconds to grab the paper and then get out of the school, something I knew would be cutting timing close but the door in the basement had to be unlocked to let the wolves in. I rushed in, heading to the locker space that held the supplies. I dragged the gate open and stepped in, heading for the back to grab a pack pf printer paper.

Just as my fingers brushed over the smooth paper wrapping, footsteps stomped down the stairs and a few people came rushing through the boiler room. My hands shook as I moved slowly towards the supply closet gate and dragged it shut as silently as I could. The main door slammed shut and all I could hear was the huffing and growls of two wolves as they paces around the room. My heart raced in my chest as I slid away from the gate I had just closed, willing myself to stay quiet and hidden until the sun came up.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I rushed to pull it from my jeans before the two wolves would hear it. WHERE ARE YOU? Lit up my screen from Derek. With shaking fingers, I turned the brightness down as low as it could go and made sure the ringer was off and that any buzzing would be silenced by the sweatshirt I was wearing as I typed a response.

YOU’RE GOING TO BE MAD. I sent back, sliding back into the corner of the supply room and behind a filing cabinet.

The door I had come through just a few minutes ago was quickly opened and slammed shut again, a new set of footsteps being added to the mix of the two prowling wolves. My heart pounded and I was sure the two wolves would turn and find me any second. They would rip the door off the gate and come in to tear me into pieces. I could only pray that Derek had locked the wolves in and was outside looking for me with Chris Argent.

“Hey.” The voice I did not want to hear in the moment echoed through the large room, making the two wolves silence their growls. “I want you to stay there.” I knew Derek wasn’t talking to the two other wolves in the room. “Hands over your hears, eyes closed. You don’t open till I come get you.”

My shaking hands pressed against the sides of my head, muffling everything around me, as I squeezed my eyes shut and tucked myself further into the corner I had picked. Chaos erupted around me, loud snarling and deep growls echoed around the vast room, mixing with the steam sounds and the mechanical whirrs that made the school run. I could hear tearing of fabric, grunts of pain, and shrieks of anger through my hands.

Derek’s grunts of pain and the strained growls slipping from his mouth brought tears to my eyes. I had begged to let me help them tonight. I had told him that I wouldn’t take any chances and that I would stay safe, but now I’m the cause of the pain he was enduring. I was the reason he was probably covered in blood and barely hanging on as the two wolves tore into him.

Sunlight filtered in through the small half windows after what felt like forever. The growling stopped, two loud thuds hit the concrete floor, but I kept my hands over my ears and my eyes slammed closed. Soft hands rested gently against my arms and I shrieked loudly, kicking my legs out and trying to get away. “No! Leave me alone!”

“Hey!” Derek’s soft voice called out to me. “Open your eyes, honey. It’s ok, I got you.” My eyes flashed open and instantly connected with his, my heart still pounding in my chest with tears running down my cheeks.

“Derek?” He was covered in blood. His shirt torn in multiple places with wounds slowly closing on his sides and his shoulder. His face had a few lines of blood trickling down, the cuts that caused it already closed and healed over. “Oh my god.” I launched myself into his arms, mine wrapped tightly around his neck as he pulled me from my corner and up to my feet. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I cried into his shoulder, trying not to hit where he may be hurt.

“I know.” He mumbled, his face pressed into my shoulder as well and his hands holding tightly to his chest. “I know, but you’re ok. I’m ok and were both safe now.” One of his hands had come up to brush my hair gently.

“It’s all my fault.” I pulled back from him. My hands were still shaking as they brushed against his side to try and see the cut that had soaked his shirt in blood. “You could’a been killed!”

“Hey. I’m here. I wasn’t just gonna let them tear you to pieces.” His voice shook like the panic was finally wearing off and the pain was setting in. “Are you hurt?” His hands rested on my face as he looked me over.

I shook my head, wiping away my tear stains. “No, I’m ok. You healing?”

“Yeah honey, I’m healing. I’ll be fine.”

The large door slammed open then, the two of us jumping from the sound and Derek’s arm instantly pulling me behind him, always ready for the next threat. “Hi.” Scott waved. He, Isaac, and Chris Argent stepped into the room and headed to the two now tame wolves who were passed out on the floor. Boyd was lifted up by Chris and Isaac while Scott went over to the pretty brunette girl and heaved her up into his arms. “We’ll meet you guys back at the loft.”

I nodded. “Erica?” I looked up to Derek.

He shook his head softly. “She didn’t make it.” His arms wrapped around me again, pulling me into his side as we started to make our way out of the school before people started showing up. He got me seated in the car before he headed to the driver’s side. “You’re ok?” He asked again.

I nodded, taking his hand in mine and pressing a kiss to the back of it. “I’m ok.”

He repeated my action and kissed the back of my hand as well. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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[fadelion]

I keep thinking that Signal would fight crime differently than Batman. It's not because of the daytime patrol, but it's how Signal himself goes about patrolling. He's on the streets, not the rooftops, and that puts him in the middle of people. It might be easy to be a target in a crowd, but Signal has that way of not making people want to hurt him, not from fear alone, but a mix of fear, respect, and admiration, leaning more towards that second one.

He'd be the type to feel like he's gotta be a known and trusted face in the city, not myth or a force of nature like Batman. Is he brutal when it comes to it? Absolutely, and everybody knows it. Either by it being daylight or it being in some more populated areas, Signal's greatest hits make the rounds on social media at least once every other month or so. New villains and old keep trying the new hero, and the new hero keeps finding ways to win. (The Riddler doesn't know whether to be frustrated, frightened, or flattered that Signal's been studying his tricks for years.) But he'd take that whole "Batman keeps candy in the belt for the occasional kid he runs across on patrol" thing to the next level. It'd take a lot of work, but he'd start to be treated like one of those police officers who make themselves known and not just their presence.

I also think that this would eventually give him that kind of worst kept secret identity that Daredevil does (or like Black Lightning wben he was Secretary of Education under Lex Luthor's term as president), where a whole bunch of people know his face or maybe exactly who's under the helmet, but if you press them, it's "Man, I ain't know nothing about no bat. All I know is Signal is Signal, he wear bright ass yellow, and he the type of MF you can flag down if he ain't moving full speed, and instead of needing to know who he is, you NEED to start dapping him up instead of hating on his ass." People could probably pick him out of a lineup, but they'd intentionally not do it. He'd have a bunch if people willing to come to him with a problem or give him a tip or something.

It's rough at first, because everybody sees him like just another Bat, and everybody in the Narrows has a story of how somebody they know or love got done dirty by the big bad Bat. ("That MF powerbombed a guy off a second story balcony onto the roof of my car. Woulda lost my damn job if my auntie ain't give me a ride after her night shift. Almost died, cause she tired as fuck after that double. Bat done broke all my windows and shit. I just got that MF detailed and tinted too!) He's almost seen like a cop at first, and people in the Narrows are wary at best and downright hostile at worst, criminal or not. (Duke gets it. He's as much "Fuck the Police" as he is "Be the change you want to see in the world.") But they notice Signal seems to be a lot more careful than the other bats. Stick Robin is a coin flip on whether he actually cares or is just getting info or stopping crimes, and Sword Robin doesn't give a fuck how uneasy he makes you. The girls are fine, unless they after you, then you paying Ms. Rita or Mr. Raymond to set your bones back and maybe getting some crutches from Shawn that fell off the back of a truck or out the pawn shop or a neighbor or something.

("Red Hood, like, he a'ight. I mean, he killed Unc and them, but his rules really did make it a bit better out here tho. Just took a minute.")

But Signal? If he got you, you really did that shit. Like, you was talking to people you shouldn't have been talking to and making deals you shouldn't have been doing. Signal will give you the chance to turn yourself in, or just stop, or something. You'll be breaking in the trap house for the first cook, and Signal will just pop in like "Did you know Mama Shirley about to retire from her job at the post office?" And he'll just look at you like you're stupid until you turn off the stove, and then he'll pat you on the shoulder and leave. And when you finally get that job, within the first week, Signal calls you by name and asks how the job treating you. Signal will stop the robbery at the corner store and then drop the robber off at his granny's house because that punishment would feel way worse than jail time. Signal having people to call off drive-bys because he was spotted on the next block playing basketball or getting lunch at that one food truck or talking with the old heads or something.

(When the Flash, on a rare trip to Gotham, notices and compliments him on it, Duke grins responds "I'm just trying to get like you.")