ugh can i move there

Punk (Chap. 5)

Summary: You’re head over heels for your best friend Bucky and hate the nickname he gave you as it doesn’t exactly scream romance.

Word count: 2942

Warnings: Same as always

A/N:  FYI on Chap. 4 I had to go back and make a minor change bc of a continuity error.  Bucky’s hair is short (think TJ Hammond style) in this fic and i slipped up an put in a man-bun note (it’s my weakness). Sorry!  Now, back to the story….

Abandoning Wanda in your closet to hunt through the mass of new clothes you’d unceremoniously shoved in there earlier, you raced down the floor towards Nat’s room, ready to call the whole night off after that disaster of a dinner.  You rounded the corner and attempted to stop short but your socks had no grip and you crashed into a wall of muscle.  “Sorry, Sam,” you mumbled.  “You okay?” Sam laughed and steadied you back on your feet.

You heard Bucky snort from behind and winced. Great, he’d just seen you stuff your face full of Chow Mein and apple pie and now he caught you hurdling down the hallway like the giant boulder from Indiana Jones.  “He’s fine,” Bucky clapped him on the back.  “Not even you could crack this thick skull.”  

And with that he pulled Sam’s sweatshirt hood over his eyes and gave him a noogie before guffawing like a doofus and racing past you with Sam hot on his heels.

“Ay yo!  What the hell’s that mean?!” he hollered.  “And don’t touch my hair, man!”  Sam’s voice carried down the hallway as he chased your best friend.  A loud thud and muffled ‘ooof’ confirmed that he’d caught up to him and apparently rugby tackled him in the living room.

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I don’t get it.

I just.  Don’t get it.

I keep seeing people praising to the high heavens on Zenos and how effective a villain he is compared to previous ones and just…I don’t get it.

Compared to the villains of Heavensward, what does he even have?  Compared to Thordan VIII, a man so completely, solemnly devoted to his twisted visage of what Ishgard is meant to represent, a veritable symbol of exactly the corruption that plagues the city-state of Ishgard from within?  Compared to Nidhogg, a specter twisted by rage and hatred to the point where he cares not that the object of his vengeance is long dead, only that his enemies suffer the way he has, long ago?

Like, I found Thordan and Nidhogg interesting, dynamic, and above-all threatening villains.  The scene where Aymeric attempts to plead with Thordan to see reason in his throne room was, I found, a very understated but effective scene - showing that, in truth, Thordan is not a hypocrtie nor a power-hungry fool.  In his own twisted imaginings, everything Thordan does is right in a way that I found genuinely chilling.  Nidhogg, meanwhile, is never not fucking scary every time he shows up.  In a way that Zenos could only dream of being, Nidhogg has a presence that is really felt in every scene in which he appears.

Zenos…is an obnoxious entitled brat with no personality beyond ‘likes to fight and wants to fight someone worth fighting’.  Which is a fine way to write a villain, I suppose, and I’ve seen it done well before - FMA’s King Bradley/Homunculus Wrath, for instance - but Zenos Yae Galvus never aspires to the level of ‘threat’ that I would like a villain to have.  Aside from the very first scene he’s in, I never felt any threatening presence from him the way I did Nidhogg, or Thordan.  I just felt ‘ugh, this fucker again, can we move on to something else, please’ because of the ridiculous extent the game goes to enshrine this obnoxious manbaby as a Scary Dude.

Hell, I even liked Gaius more, even with all the issues and sloppy writing ARR had, Gaius’s motivations and personality made him genuinely interesting to me in the way that Zenos felt boring.  I just…I keep seeing everyone praising Zenos to the high heavens, and I don’t get it.


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anonymous asked:

Maybe a fic on how either Alex or Maggie gets badly hurt while working on some case and then the other hears about it and rushes to see her girlfriend and look after her and comfort her? Idk I like seeing them vulnerable and protective of each other ☺️

‘How quickly can you scramble your sister?’

There was something about her girlfriend’s tone on the phone that made Alex Danvers rise from her chair and her heart begin to thump. ‘Right this second, why?’

‘My car was hit by a truck…I can smell petrol and I can’t…ugh, I can’t move.’

Alex’s chest felt tighter as she jogged over to Winn, who looked up at her, puzzled. ‘Where are you?’

‘Corner of Lex and Williams Street.’

‘Winn, I need Kara at the corner of Lex and Williams Street right now.’

‘On it,’ he said, without hestitation, already dialling Kara’s number. ‘What’s happened?’

‘Maggie–.’ The words were hard to say, she didn’t want to say them out loud but, thankfully, Winn seemed to understand, not saying anymore when she froze, her mind starting to form some image straight out of some nightmare of her love, trapped in a car, covered in blood, hurt.

‘Al…Alex, you still there?’

Alex blinked, back to reality but still terrified, her voice shaky and her eyes beginning to fill with tears. ‘Yes, baby, yes. Winn’s calling her now.’

‘Good,’ Maggie wheezed.

‘How much pain are you in?’

‘A lot…my legs are trapped and my chest…sharp pains. Stabbing pains, it’s hard to…’

Breathe. She was struggling to breathe. ‘Stay with me. Tell me where exactly the pain is.’

‘Left…left side.’

‘Anywhere else?’ She asked, as Winn shot her a thumbs up, signalling that help was in flight and would be there in mere seconds.

‘Shoulder…my arm, I can’t…move it.’

Spleen, it was likely her spleen. ‘Kara’s on her way. Hold tight,’ she said, although with every pained gasp from her girlfriend, her composure was drastically crumbling, and her words were more of a plea than an instruction.

‘Al…I love you.’

‘I love you too but, don’t say it like that.’ Like she’d never get the chance to say it again. Alex’s tears began to fall and Winn rested a hand on Alex’s arm as those tears started to choke her. ‘Help is coming. Hold on. Baby, hold on.’ Silence. ‘Maggie, please, hold on.’ There was a thud and Alex yelled Maggie’s name down the phone until she realised it was the help landing.

Helpless, she sobbed as she listened to Kara crunch her way through metal and glass to get to Maggie, before her voice came through the line.

‘I’ve got her Alex.’

‘Is she okay?’

Kara dodged the question, saying only, ‘Get the med team ready.’

They took her into surgery immediately.

Her spleen was ruptured and her leg was shattered but, considering the mangled state of her squad car, it was miraculous that she got off so lightly.

Alex keyed the surgical team in on Maggie’s symptoms and they found the bleed and stabilised her swiftly. It didn’t stop Alex from pacing, though, and Kara had to sit her down before she wore out a path in the linoleum floors.

‘You saved her, Alex.’

Alex shook her head. ‘You pulled her from the car, you’re the hero.’

‘You kept her talking, you got her symptoms and you helped her. That sounds like a hero to me. I should know, I wear a cape for a living.’

Alex smiled. ‘Thanks, Kara. Though it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that she’s okay.’

‘That is the most important thing, definitely. But don’t downplay your role in this. You did something amazing under tough circumstances. That’s pretty incredible.’

It was but what was more incredible was seeing Maggie finally come to, after hours sat at her bedside, waiting and slowly going insane at the dull buzzing of machines. ‘Hey, pretty lady,’ Alex said with a tired, but relieved and happy smile. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘I…’ Maggie squinted. ‘Rough.’

‘Are you in any pain?’ Alex pushed herself out of her chair so she could stand over Maggie, so that Maggie didn’t try to sit up and so that Alex could kiss her girl’s forehead.

‘No pain…just rough.’

‘Like you’ve been hit by a truck?’

‘Exactly,’ Maggie said a small grin, that became wider as Alex ran fingers through her hair. ‘What’s the damage?’

‘Car – totalled. You – broken fibula, broken ribs and one less spleen.’ But alive. Thank god, she was alive.

‘I thought I felt lighter,’ Maggie deadpanned. ‘You…and Kara…you saved my life.’

‘Kara did all the leg work.’

As if expecting to find Kara hidden in a corner, Maggie’s tired eyes scanned the room. ‘Is she here?’

‘Not at the moment but she’s been coming in and out all night.’

Maggie nodded. ‘I know we don’t always see eye-to-eye but she’s a good kid.’

‘Stubborn but well-meaning, is the term we prefer to use.’

Another nod, then: ‘If I had waited for an ambulance, would I have died?’

‘Most likely, yes.’ Ruptured perhaps wasn’t the best term for it; Maggie’s spleen had essentially exploded due to the impact. With the time it would have taken to cut her free from the wreck, she wouldn’t have made it into the back of an ambulance, let alone a hospital.


‘Don’t think about it, baby. You’re alive, that’s all that matters.’

‘I know, I know,’ she mumbled, raising a hand to touch Alex’s cheek. ‘When you get bored of kicking ass…you should become a doctor.’

Alex frowned. ‘Hmm?’

‘C’mon, those questions you asked? I know where my spleen is–. Was…whoa…that’s weird to say…you diagnosed me over the phone didn’t you?’

‘It was a hunch.’

‘It was a good hunch.’

‘They did all the work, I–.’

‘Take some damn credit, Danvers. You saved my life. Geez.’ Maggie grimaced, closing her eyes, sinking into her pillow. ‘You don’t need a cape to be a hero.’

Some practice in drawing Charley and Eight~

This was just one of the many times the dialogue between them in Seasons of Fear had me giggling x)

Free Fallin’ (Okada fic / smut)

This is my first time writing a request and it’s for @theelitevillian - I really hope you like it! It’s longer than I thought it would be :) Title is just because I had this song in my head when I wrote it.

Okada meets a girl in Long Beach and they hit it off BIG TIME!!

@laziestgirlintheworld also tagged in.

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You’re on your period: 

[Requested on my wattpad :)]

Tristan; You groan and curl up into a ball on Tristan’s bed. You’re sleeping over at his house while his parents are out of town, but right before you went over, mother nature payed you a visit. It’s now 2:30 in the morning, and Tristan is fast asleep while you go through agony. You whimper and curl up to your boyfriend’s side. He stirs and hums quietly. “Y/N?” He mumbles. You whimper in response and move closer to him, as he wraps his arms around you. “What wrong baby?” He asks, waking up a little more. “Cramps….” You mutter. Tristan frowns and rubs your back gently. “Aw.. Babe… I’m sorry….” He starts to rub your side as he hums in your ear. “Have you been awake this whole time?” He asks quietly, to which you respond with a small nod. “Why didn’t you wake me?” He asks. “I didn’t want to bother you… I thought they would go away…” You reply. He hugs you gently and starts humming again. You calm down and slowly drift off to sleep. Just before you slip into dreamland, you hear Tristan say, “I love you baby.. Sweet dreams”

Brad; “Brad! Where’s out chocolate??” You call, poking your head out of the kitchen. “Erm.. You ate it all last night…” He replies sheepishly. You clench your jaw and step closer to him. “What do you mean I ate it all?” You ask. He stands up from the couch and grabs his wallet. “I-I’ll go buy you some!” He says quickly, knowing how angry you can get if you don’t get chocolate when it’s that time of the month. “Thanks sweetie!” You say in a chipper tone before skipping to the bedroom. Brad chuckles and walks out. 

About ten minutes later, he’s opening the bedroom door, holding a plastic bag in his hands. “Hey babe… I got chocolate, a few magazines, some lemonade, and a pack of cookies,” He says, placing them all on the bed next to you. You smile and peck his lips. “Thanks Brad.. Sorry for getting angry" Yoy say, opening the wrapper of a chocolate bar. "It’s fine sweetie, I just want you to feel better… Now move over so we can cuddle" 

Connor; "Ugh! I hate everything!” You yell, throwing the laundry basket onto the floor. Connor rushes to you and hugs you tightly. “Shhh…. It’s okay sweetie… It’s just the laundry, I can do it for you” He coos, rubbing your back. “No! I don’t want your help!” You exclaim, shoving him off of you. You see his hurt expression and you immediately break down crying. “I-I’m sorry Connor, I didn’t mean to yell I just- I have so much to do a-and my cramps are killing me” You cry, hiding your face into Connor’s chest. He holds you close and rubs your back gently. “Shh… Y/N don’t cry.. It’s okay, really. I understand…. You’re stressed and hormonal. That’s never a good combo” He chuckles lightly and you crack a small smile. “I’m sorry for snapping..” You sniff. Connor shushes you and let’s you calm down while he hums to you. Once you calm down a bit, you pull away and wipe your eyes. “Thanks Con… I love you..” You mutter. He smiles and kisses your cheek gently. “I love you too.. Now c'mon, we have laundry to do" 

James; "James stop….” You whimper as you stop running. James slows to a jog and goes to you. “What’s wrong babe?” He asks, frowning. The two of you went out for a run because your cramps went away a few days ago, and you wanted to get out of the house. “I have a headache and I feel nauseous” You say, wrapping an arm across your stomach. James frowns harder and takes you over to a bench. “How come sweetie?” He asks, rubbing your side gently. You lean into him and say, “Because mother nature’s a bitch” A light laugh escapes James’ lips so you send him a glare and he stops. “Sorry, I just like how you worded that” He quickly says, pulling you into his lap. You wince and lean into his chest. “Do you want to go home baby?” He asks whilst rubbing your back. You nod a little and smile softly. James picks you up bridal style and smiles. “I have legs you know…” You say, but James simply shrugs and kisses your forehead. “I don’t care, I’m carrying you home and that’s final” He says as he starts to walk to your house. You sigh and snuggle into his chest. “I love you Jems” “I love you too Y/N”

Plenty to be Thankful For

Theo may or may not seduce you into having car sex in the forest. I haven’t decided as yet. I am so thirsty for that gif. And Theo over all.

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“So, are you coming with me to get Athena?” Theo asked from the bedroom as you were getting for bed.

“Are you up to something?” you asked walking out while throwing your hair into a ponytail.

“Of course not,” Theo scoffed.

“You’re picking her up tomorrow, aka two days before Thanksgiving and you’re saying you have no ulterior motive?”

Okay, I want to spend Thanksgiving with you and I want you to meet my family. Come with me?”

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“You still think this is a good idea?” Derek grunted as he tried to remove his arms from the bandages that are restraining him from moving.

“Yep” popping the “p”, Stiles answered confidently. “Twister with mummy costume is the best halloween game.”

“Ugh, I don’t think we can move for a while, I hate this.” Derek answered.

“But you still love me.” Stiles is definitely enjoying the moment.

“I’m having my doubts now” Derek muttered.

“Awwwwww, don’t be such a sourwolf.”


Gillian Darmody in 5.02, The Good Listener

Okay, like literally, my parents make fun of me, then ask why I’m all sad or depressed.

Examples of my mom:
“Stop complaining about your period and your cramps, I’m not complaining about my menopause!”
“*says I’m alright and just overreacting when really I am actually feeling worse*.”
“You seem to have gained weight since I last saw you *grabs belly or sides*.”
“Your acne is everywhere!”
“*says something racist or sexist*”

Examples of my dad:
“Oh, aren’t you going to bleed everywhere from your period?”
“When ____ happens, you’ll be even larger *laughs*.”
“You’re just lazy.”
“*says something racist or sexist*”

They wonder why I don’t want to be around them. I can’t be alone with any of these.