#Ezra takes the sucker bet

[nny11writes]

Twilight Additional-Splash

“You and rivers certainly have a special connection Sir.” Rex’s voice was even and modulated through the mic of his bucket. That didn’t stop her from sensing his grand amusement at her predicament.

“C-cram it Rex.” She chattered, shaking and shivering under the emergency blanket after her dunk into the icy river.

Rex added another log onto the fire. “Cramming now Sir.”

~~~~~

Ahsoka woke slowly, body aching and trembling. She coughed, something liquid coming out as she was turned on her side. Her vision cleared and Ahsoka could see Coric kneeling in front of her, she could feel Rex behind her.

“Hey, no more rivers.” She croaked and failed to make it sound like an order.

~~~~~

Ahsoka stood still, for all intents and purposes she was a statue. Frozen was the word he was thinking of but it wasn’t going to make a difference if he thought it or not. Her gaze swiveled to glare at him. Thick parka or not Ahsoka was still dusted with snow and slush.

“Not,” she began before the snow gave one last gleeful jump from the frozen waterfall covering her further.

“Another word, yes Commander.” Rex was very grateful that his bucket prevented his smile from being seen.

~~~~~

“Is this...normal?” The rookie asked, nervously looking from their wildly cursing Commander to his laughing General.

Ahsoka managed to haul herself out, throwing a handful of water as best she could at Anakin. The throw missed as her foot twisted in the mud and sent her right back into the water.

“You get used to it.” Rex conceded.

~~~~~

“Well our Jedi is always getting beat up. I swear you’d think the man would take less damage but no!”

“Well Skywalker keeps getting electrocuted, that tops getting beat up.”

Gree’s hand barely came up before the rest of the troopers moaned. “Ours have both gotten repeated poisoning and Skywalker is cheating!”

“Fine we remove Skywalker from this, wouldn’t be fair no matter what.,” Rex said, “Commander Tano keeps drowning and barely surviving frostbite though and that keeps the 501st alive gentlemen.”

~~~~~~

He found her sitting alone on a bench in the afternoon downpour. Shivering as the water washed over her.

“Easier ways to go ‘Soka, preferences or not.” He said it softly, resting his arms on the back of the bench. His hands rested lightly on his forearms, head tilted so that he could watch her and let them both pretend he wasn’t.

She laughed, a hand coming up to cover her face as her mouth twisted. Catching a sob.

~~~~~

The whole crew was staring. Ezra with both hands over his mouth trying his best not to laugh. Ahsoka was at least trusted by them after so many years but she still exuded some feeling of menace. A left over from the darkness she’d once told him. Rex knew that’s part of what made her so efficient but wasn’t sold that it wasn’t also put on a bit. He’d watched the ex-Sith, as she strayed a hair too close to the river’s edge to avoid some debris. She’d fallen in nearly soundlessly, although she’d flailed her arms trying to keep her balance. Once she’d realized she was going in she’d gone limp with realization. It really added something to see her rise out of the water, sparkling in the winter sunlight, spitting and cursing.

She whirled to glare at him. “Don’t you dare!”

Rex was an old man who’d been fighting his whole damn life. He’d watched his gangly kid Commander get dunked so many times hearing the words ‘Tano drowned’ had become humorous instead of terrifying. Unlike Ezra who wanted to maintain some appearance of decorum, Rex simply knew better and let himself burst into laughter.

“I swear you can keep your footing anywhere but rivers!” He looked back at her and only laughed harder at the way her whole face had scrunched up. It was just hilarious. Six feet of hulking, attempting to be intimidating half drowned tooka cat.

Ahsoka didn’t respond, only used the force to throw him into the water. It was beyond freezing, it was so cold it was hot and stole his breath. It hurt like hell! Rex came out on hands and knees sputtering.

“You know, that’s pretty cathartic actually.” She was smirking down at him.

Rex coughed a few times, glared, and then looked at Ezra. “I’ll bet you fifty she falls in again on accident before we leave the planet.”

“Sounds like a sucker bet,” Sabine said.

“Hey!” Ahsoka hissed, lekku twisting in annoyance.

“It is, but I’m still offering.” Rex said as he stood up.

“Oh cram it you old-” Ahsoka slipped as she stalked towards him falling back into the river before clawing her way out.

“Yes sir, not another word sir. Cramming it now sir.”

[stararctic]

Updated my Masterlist :))))))

(there's way to many fanfics on here lmaooo)

[midnxghtsunwrites]

SMOKESTACKS | 5, LAST TIME I SAW YOU

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'TWAS THE DAY BEFORE HALLOWEEN and Nadine's Honda decided the kids couldn't have all the fun. Hence the reason she was stuck in the school parking lot, dressed in her work clothes seeing as the day was cut in half and she was on her way home.

She'd called the closest garage to come tow her car, but it was taking a while considering so many people are on their way to raid the stores for last minute candy. Sat in her car in the empty parking lot, she scrolls through her phone, reading up on the news.

Apparently, there was a shootout just outside of town last night and two people were killed — gang members.

Nadine was unnerved by this news. She moved here to get away from the danger. Now, it seems like she just trapped herself into something she didn't mean to.

The tow truck came moments later and leads Nadine to an automotive garage, the name big and bold on the sign, TELLER-MORROW AUTOMOTIVE. Immediately, Nadine connects it with Abel's last name.

This must be a family business.

There are two people working in the garage area, one stood off to the side talking to the other two. The three men take notice of the beautiful woman exiting the tow truck with one of their prospects, Filthy Phil.

"Aye," Chibs notifies Tig and Opie, "New girl?"

Neither of the men answer the question, watching as she approaches where they're stationed. She folds her lips into an uncomfortable smile.

Well, this is awkward, She thinks to herself. With intense stares aimed right at her, Nadine points behind her towards her Accord, "I, uh, I'm having trouble with my car."

Chibs nods and leans off of the column at the front of the garage before approaching her, "Aye, a got ye, lass. Na worries."

Nadine resists the urge to shoot her eyebrows up at the Scottish man. She's always been terrible with accents. He leads in front of her and she turns to follow him, but not before catching a wink from one of the men stood there.

"It wouldn't start and I don't know much about cars to diagnose anything, so..." She relays, watching as he pops the hood.

"Seems it's yer engine — it's gone to shite," Chibs says, his accent thick, before turning to face her, "Gonna tak a couple o days tae replace." The woman sighs, some part of her having seen this coming. The Scottish man gives her a look of reassurance, "Yer in good hands, love."

Nadine pauses, then nods, "Thank you. How much will it be?"

The man shakes his head, "On the house. Newbie discount."

Of course. Nadine purses her lips before looking around. Before she can say anything else, the door to the Clubhouse opens, revealing a man dressed in a white t-shirt and baggy jeans. Over his shirt is a leather kutte with a whole bunch of patches scattered all over it and she can see the tattoos on his arms.

She's a sucker for tattoos.

Nadine doesn't have to look hard to tell who it is. Part of her was surprised to see her student's father, especially after their conversation a week ago, while the other part of her was confused by her willingness to talk to him.

Chibs gets to work on moving the car and doing what he has to do while Nadine just stands there, not really sure what to do. That moment of indecision is broken up by the sound and sight of Jax Teller approaching her.

"Hey," He greets her, happy to see her beautiful smile. She tilts her head in thought when she catches sight of his face completely. On and around his left eye is a large purple bruise that looks absolutely painful.

"That wasn't there the last time I saw you." She spoke before she could think about what she was saying. Squeezing her eyes shut in embarrassment, she shakes her head and opens them again, "I'm sorry. That's none of my business."

Jax smirks as he looks down at her, "You're fine, Nadine. What are you doing here?"

She whips her head around to look at Chibs begin his work on her car, "My stupid car was acting up. Couldn't get it out of the school parking lot."

"Engine?"

"Apparently so," The two sink into a comfortable silence before something in them tells them both to walk to the benches in front of the clubhouse. When Jax lofts himself to the top of the table and Nadine sits on the bench, she continues, "So, tomorrow's Halloween — Abel got any plans?"

Jax chuckles at the mention of his son, "I'm surprised he hasn't told you about his Superman outfit. 'S all he's been talking about this week."

Nadine gasps in awe, "He's Superman? Bet he's gonna get a bucket full of candy with that costume."

The biker chuckles, "Sounds about right. What about you?"

Nadine laughs, finding the perfect opportunity to joke around, "What outfit am I gonna wear? Well, I'm between the Pied Piper or the Wicked Witch of the West."

"You know what I mean," Jax matches her laughter, "You got any kids going trick or treating?" Here he goes — trying to find out more about her.

He doesn't miss the way her smile falls slightly at his question, "No, I do not. I'm more of a sit in the dark and eat all the candy I purchased myself type of person."

Honestly, she wanted kids more than she can credit herself for. The problem was always Ezra. In her younger years with her first two boyfriends, she was still in the process of getting her life together. Her relationship with Ezra was supposed to be it for her. They were supposed to fall madly in love and get married and have three kids with a white picket fence in their backyard.

Only, that was when she didn't know what an asshole he was. When she found out she was pregnant with his child, he'd already beat her twice and she wasn't going to stand for anymore.

She didn't even tell him when she had a miscarriage.

Jax scans her face, seeing the offset tone of melancholy in her expression, "Well, how about you switch it up this year?" She raises an eyebrow in interest, "I'm taking Abel out early for trick or treating then my club is gonna have a Halloween party here later in the night. You're free to join us."

Nadine guffaws at his offer. She didn't mean to, however, "I'm your son's teacher, Jax."

Jax shakes his head and smiles in return, "Nadine, I sincerely do not give a shit. The party's gonna be fun — take a break from eating all that candy by yourself."

She looks up at him, a small smile growing on her face at the sight of his charming smile. Damn white boys, she cusses in her head.

"I'll think about it."

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[wille-zarr]

m s t and z for the ask!! I'm so nosy lmaoo

Thanks, my mysterious anon. :D

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I’ve just recently shared some about my Javier Peña, Frankie, and Ezra (Prospect) stories on here, so I won’t talk about them again (as I know yall are probably sick of hearing about them lol.) 

(Though, just know, I expect the first part of the Javier story within the week! Finally!)

I have some Clone Wars fics I’ve always wanted to write, but I feel that fandom has slowed down considerably... Not sure there’d be an interest. I want to write a fic where Fives lives and works for the rebellion. (Don’t want to share too many details in case I write it some day!)

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

Oh, show me a fic with a “let’s pretend to be fake married for reasons” trope, and I’M DONE for. Mix that in with “there was only one bed?” I’M DECEASED. I’m also a sucker for slow burn and two idiots taking a century to admit they are in love, but only after the sexual tension and pining has BLOWN THE ROOF OFF THE HOUSE lolllll.

AND ALSO GIVE ME ANGST.

AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I just.... don’t like any paranormal twists. Like werewolf/vampire AUs, etc. Not my thing. At all. And there’s certainly some smut tropes I’m NOT a fan off, but I won’t get into that because I’m too afraid to prod that beehive jsjshshs.

Also, not a big fan of body-swap stories.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?

Honestly, sometimes the story calls for major character death, and I understand that! But it requires careful thought. It can’t be done just for the sake of “shock value.” So, yes, I could end up writing something along those lines one day... we’ll see.

Generally though, I avoid reading it. I once read a fantastic Rogue One AU, but it was ruined for me when all the major characters died in the end... I COULD HAVE JUST WATCHED THE MOVIE FOR THAT HSJSDHDHSH. 

But if, for instance, I’m reading a Mandalorian fic? You better BET I WILL NOT TOLERATE Din dying hsjshsdhdjh.

Send me a fanfic ask!

[reedroad]

im gonna guess that you're swamped with asks about that quiz but i gotta say. as a typhoon fan i feel so seen (and out of curiosity, which characters did you put for each lyric? im a sucker for character playlist type stuff)

not as much today, so you’re fine!! ive been loving the amount of typhoon fans coming out of the woodwork. umm let me check

The moths are all gonna die now/Impale themselves on the things that the like, now/I couldn't watch so I burned my own eyes out - luke skywalker, kaytoo, obi-wan kenobi, yoda, kanan jarrus, poe dameron, bodhi rook, baby yoda, ezra bridger (associated this song with sacrifice, remorse, desperation, recognizing your own mistakes, wanting desperately to help people)

I haven't slept in several nights and I'm not tired/Who protects the ones I love when I'm asleep?/Though there's little I can do, I say a prayer/That when the wolves come for their share/They'll come for me - leia organa, kaytoo, the mandalorian, r2d2, rey skywalker, kanan jarrus, hera syndulla, finn, baze malbus (protecting someone they care for without thought or question, intense loyalty, stubbornness, the vibe of declaring you’d rather die before the people you love)

All that being and nothingness, on the same möbius strip/Sleep and waking up - mace windu, the mandalorian, maul, c3po, yoda, cassian andor, kylo ren, boba fett (feeling trapped in a cycle that they created, going through the motions, ruled by the past)

I told you, I told you/I have nothing left with which to hold you/I lean up against you/We need heat where we’re gonna go/(I have been there I should know) - jyn erso, anakin skywalker/vader, obi-wan kenobi, chewbacca, bodhi rook (loss leading to a feeling of inexplicable emptiness, trauma they can’t escape from, acceptance of own mortality, desperation to hold the people they love one more time)

So long, my sweet/Maybe next time that we meet/We'll be whole, we'll be weightless, we'll be free - padme, anakin skywalker/vader, kanan jarrus, hera syndulla, ahsoka tano, baze malbus, shmi skywalker (loving someone so completely with the knowledge you can’t keep them forever, losing that person but still loving them after they’re gone, cherishing their memory, waiting for them regardless)

Each time I wake I’m still alive/Outlived my expiration date imagine my surprise/A backwards take on the book of Job/His life was wager and mine’s a joke/Give him what he wants he will never know/He’s tied up trying to let himself go - luke skywalker, chirrut imwe, lando calrissian, obi-wan kenobi, rey skywalker (the idea of suffering based on a bet from some higher power, living through hardships against all odds, faith, lando is here just because of the word wager don’t @ me)

Unhand me, I am not a criminal/And if I am, I paid the man just let me go/Soon enough you will be dancing at my funeral - kaytoo, r2d2, han solo, maul, c3po, cassian andor, chopper, boba fett (okay this one is just funny bc i picked characters who are straight up actual canonical criminals or murderers except c3po who i could just hear say “unhand me, i am not a criminal” so if you got c3po because you chose this and it doesnt fit you, it’s because i was having fun)

I learned to talk/Said I'd be Caesar/Or nothing at all - padme, leia organa, count dooku, sheev palpatine, qui-gon jinn, hux, galen erso, grand admiral thrawn, sabine wren, cassian andor (ambition, the pursuit of power to achieve your goals, the knowledge that words are powerful, belief that they can get shit done, etc)

im sure i missed a character here or there, there was a lot of them........ i know i put some characters multiple times, and others only once, dont @ me, some of them fit more than one

[gummitummies]

Ok take some rambles lol I’m thinking about my snake too hard.

Ok so basically I’ve always had these huge universes where I had the need to do huge world building and insane stories and stuff but I really just wanted a character whose personality wasn’t based around a lot of tragedy or sadness. My past large universe depended on that for characters, but I needed someone who was just A Person and not A Story. It’s a nice break.

I got inspired to make a murder snake and said “ok here’s my guy” and he just floats through life. His backstory is just growing up with bad tendencies, going out to the city with a friend for a weekend while in high school and murdering him out of anger over something really stupid probably. He felt no remorse but couldn’t stick around to get caught so he dragged the body somewhere hidden, ate it to get rid of the evidence and give into an urge he’d always been pushed away from by sensible parents and realized he couldn’t go home or else he’d be immediately suspected of killing his friend. He stuck around in the city and used the money the guy had to try and survive, got a little job somewhere and was homeless for a while before deciding to start eating men out looking for hookers to steal their cash+sell their shit and buy a shitty but livable apartment. (The first “night suitor” he’d killed was a drunk who was screaming about how the homeless are worthless and was insulting him, so Ezra got pissed and sank those fangs into his neck lol).

I have no details on how he avoids getting caught by police other than having enough money to pay clean up crews, blood suckers who get paid by criminals to clean up the messes. He can pay for alibis, is threatening enough to get what he wants often, and also bets at fight clubs. I like to think this vague desert city he lives in has a shady area filled with people like him. 

He kills people because 1. it feels great 2. he needs some fun money and 3. a boy’s gotta eat! I got tired of writing “I kill because I’m sad, I kill because you don’t deserve to live, I kill because TRAGEDYYYY”. I still appreciate all of those characters very much! I just needed a break from thinking so much and just wanted a cute boy who would murder people.

He’s 27 now and has no plans on stopping anytime soon. He knows he’s going to die young, he doesn’t make future plans, but he also doesn’t try to be careful because of it. However the second he finds himself in real danger he’s going to wish he left more of a trace of himself. That’s his only qualm about his life, that he couldn’t actually MAKE anything. Once he dies nobody’s going to know he’s dead or what he ever did besides run away from home.

[jaceyourself]

Weekly Review 11/03/2019 Sucker Punch by Sigrid

Small-town Norwegian hits the big time by staying true to herself. Sigrid Raabe is as conventional as her Radio 1 listeners; she sports a T-shirt and jeans, sings about getting over boys in her own time, and with her sister founded a band named after their dead cat. She’s supporting George Ezra on tour for Pete’s sake. Thankfully, I’m already numb to UK-blockbuster single ‘Strangers’ which is as British as a football chant; its sober hopefulness lifted by synth-pop and gently humiliated by a bridge of spoken word. Just don’t bet on this ever crossing the pond, it lacks the talent, shock value or pipe-dreams required to seduce American teens. Elsewhere on Sucker Punch, Sigrid outlines her takes on normal breakups for normal students, the hits hopping and ballads boring. Her super choruses come on the pleasant if-interchangeable ‘Basic’, ‘Sight of You’ and ‘Don’t Feel Like Crying’, the last of which containing the only real stinger: “It hasn’t hit me yet”. Compared to Robyn and ABBA for no more than sharing viking blood, the only real statement made by this confident, cheerful lass is that loving oneself is enough. And while I certainly subscribe to this view, shop-bought A4 tapestries carry similar emotional power.