#badass rebel babe writes

[lacyscabinet]

HEYY HOW ARE YOU BABE? Can you write something about Nat x Reader? But reader is kind of a muay thai fighter and she defends Nat one day

Like reader is the new girl in school and all that shit, and then there is Nat, like, people there talk shit about her, then one day Reader hears and steps in and fight a dude for her (maybe like that guy in the car that called her burnout)? And our girl Nat is???? Shes so hot is she the new girl? is she single?? Lmaoo

Bonus if its in front of the yellowjackets or Reader and Nat go out <3

Thank you honey, hope you have a nice week

A/N: HIIIIIIII I LOVE THIS SM, I'M GOOD THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!! ALSO WHY IN FRONT OF THE YJ OR READER AND NAT GO OUT LET'S DO BOTHHHHHHH

As always, gif not mine

Not proofreaddddd

The burnout and the new girl

The halls of Wiskayok High were filled with the typical teenage buzz, a cacophony of voices echoing off lockers. You, being new, still didn't compleately settled in the new enviroment, forced to navigate a maze of unfamiliar faces, trying to blend in as much as possible. But it wasn't long before you noticed the whispers, the curious glances, and the pointed stares that seemed to follow your every step.

As you settled into your new routine, one name kept recurring: Natalie Scatorccio, the enigmatic figure who seemed to draw both admiration because of her talent in the Yellowjackets and scorn. Rumors and gossip about her circulated like wildfire, painting a picture of a rebel, an outsider, and someone not to be messed with, or for someone else just a scrap of society.

One day, as you walked through the parking lot, you overheard a group of guys snickering by a car. Among them was a particularly obnoxious character, known for his big mouth and even bigger ego.

"Hey Burnout! Show us your tits!"

Nat, was near her own car, ready to go home after practice, her teammates were just getting out of the changing rooms. She rolled her eyes and brushed off the comments, seemingly used to such taunts. But today was different.

Yes, you were pretty shy but you couldn't stand someone (especially a dude) saying those things to a girl, so unable to ignore the blatant disrespect, you decided enough was enough. Striding up to the guy, you squared your shoulders, meeting the arrogant guy's gaze.

"What is your problem dude!?" you declared, your tone firm.

The guy laughed, seemingly amused by your intervention. "Who's this? Nat's knight in shining armor?"

"Call it what you want" you replied, not backing down. "But she deserves respect, just like anyone else"

Nat, who had been observing the scene, looked surprised but appreciative, she didn't properly know you, but now that she was taking a closer look, she couldn't help to think about how cute you were. Watching the scene degenerate, her teammates got closer to her, standing behind the bleached blonde.

The guy, unwilling to let things slide, stepped forward, attempting to provoke you "What's it to you, new girl?" he sneered.

Before he could react, you swiftly and decisively defended Nat's honor, both verbally and physically. The confrontation escalated into a heated exchange, culminating in a shove and a punch thrown on your behalf.

"FUCK!" the guy yelped and stepped back after your punch landed on this face, quickly he got back on his vcar and drove away.

As the dust settled, Nat's eyes met yours with a mix of gratitude and a spark of something more. The gossip may have painted her as a troublemaker, but in that moment, you realized that maybe they were wrong.

Hundreds of thoughts ran around in Nat's mind

She is so kind, she is cute, why is she so attractive? that was badass, is she single? do I have a chance? does she like me? I probably look so dumb right now-

"Thank you" was the only thing that came out of her mind "That was...cool"

You smiled at her kindly "You don't have to thank me, I had to, girls support girls right?"

"Right" she agreed "Well, maybe we could grab something to eat, so I can really pay you back?"

Not to be corny, but that caused you to blush "Yeah...It'll be nice"

LITTLE EXTRA:

"They grow up so fast" Van said watching as Nat opened her car's door for you

"Yeah...just moments before she was kicking your ass on the field and now... she's about to get married"

*huge side eye from Taissa* "Too early for that Misty"

[toxicanonymity]

Hey! So I saw this post just a few minutes ago and I couldn’t help but think of Corey doing it! Think you could write it? 👀

Don't mind me, I'm just in the mood to make Corey Cunningham come in his pants.

I think he would love to try this with the best intentions but it would turn him on too much to do it for long. Let's say you're having a bad day. He plants kisses all over your face and neck. you're trying to get in his pants, it's the only thing that'll make you feel better and he says.

"You're awesome though, aren't you? You're a badass bitch."

You don't answer. He stops your hand from going into his pants. "No, babe . . . Tell me how awesome you are."

"I'm . . . awesome"

"How awesome?"

"I'm. . . a badass bitch?"

"You don't sound convinced."

"I'm a badass bitch."

He's looking at you like he's still not convinced.

"I'm a badass bitch, damnit. Now c'mere." When you get aggressive and grab his pants at the same time, GAME OVER.

The best intentions are just coating the inside of his briefs within seconds.

@wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue @ethanhoewke

[mostthingskenobi]

Can’t wait to see your RebelCaptain fic and the commission you have with this 😁😁

I am sooooooo stoked to share it with you!!!!! I wish I could take a few days to just finish writing it so I can finally start publishing it!!!

Getting to write scary Tarkin has been a totally new challenge that I LOVE!!! In fact, I've never written from the Empire's perspective except in Sidious and Skywalker...but that's really just Sidious and Vader's persepctive (please be warned...I was in a really dark place when I wrote that fic...it's not for everyone LOL).

And Cassian, in particular, is very different than any other character I've written. He's intelligent, intuitive, physically strong, mentally tough, processes information and adapts really fast, has a sense of humor but can be very serious, is confident but knows when he's made a mistake, and is capable of incredible warmth and chilling ruthlessness. Gimme gimme gimme!!!!

It's been fun to write characters that aren't forbidden from having emotional attachment (I'm looking at you, Jedi LOL!!!!!!!!). There's no magic, no Force, just people with complex emotions who might feel one way while circumstances make those feelings risky.

I'm really sorry if I'm not making any sense. I caught a cold a Celebration and my brain is feeling a little squishy.

But I will say this; my RebelCaptain fic has:

Cassian whump

Slow burn with a payoff

Jyn being a badass babe

Lots of Rogue One references

Andor references

Delicious tropes like "getting caught in a tight space with the person you find most attractive" etc.

Tarkin being an absolute bastard

Guest appearances by some of our favorite rebel pilots

Hurt/Comfort

Adorable frienshipping

Shirtless Cassian 👀

And hopefully some unexpected moments you can't see coming!!

Oh!!!! And as you mentioned, I commissioned some custom illustrations for this fic...because I needed them. I may share 1 or 2 with the public, but all of them will be available to my patrons 💜

I really really really hope you like the fic! Thank you for your message. It really brightened my day!!

[badass-rebel-babe]

what do you all want to know about my wip? should I post more excerpts? more character profiles? more about the worldbuilding process and the results? let me know; I like be to post about my wip, but I don’t really know what you’re all interested in knowing.

[cowandcalf]

I posted 1’602 times in 2021

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1538 posts reblogged (96%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 24.0 posts.

I added 4’166 tags in 2021

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#ideal world: magnum goes to higgins later in the ep and while she's hacking something he's like 'did you know that commander mcgarrett and

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

McDanno - Steve and Danny - H50 1.20

70 notes • Posted 2021-08-09 10:09:01 GMT

#4

My books from lulu.com have safely arrived. They are huge, like phone books from ancient times😁! I love them so much! My two longest, most precious fanfictions in book form. It’s amazing!

71 notes • Posted 2021-09-15 17:00:14 GMT

#3

Fanfiction writers are rebels. We bring the good stuff. We write awesome shit. We’re rough and wild. We don’t back down from anything. We conjure up worlds many have no ideas they even exist. We’re the cool kids. We buck the trend. We ship with so much passion it creates a damn fire. Our stories suck people in to never let them go. That’s freaking talent. Fanfiction writers are badass. We emanate the vibe that comes with inner freedom to write twenty fucking coffee shop AUs because we crave them for our OTP. We get what drives us. We speak a secret language. Either you’re in or you’re out. There’s nothing in between. We’re rock solid. We write what we love. Fanfiction writers are damn awesome writers! Don’t you ever believe anything else! We’re rebels!

94 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 06:24:23 GMT

#2

Waiting ends here, guys! The first chapter is up. The last part of my long journey has begun. I can’t tell you how excited I am to let Steve and Danny find the way back to each other.

My Soul Is Calling You Home

Summary

After that fateful summer of 1993 nothing stayed the same. Both, Steve and Danny, had tried to move on. Danny made a living as a cop working with the NWPD, taking care of his family. Steve served in the Navy as the outstanding SEAL he had become. The deep emotional trauma the guys had lived through, getting separated, had marked their hearts with unhealed wounds. Despite the life they had built apart from each other it was fate that made them move back to Hawai'i. They would meet again after all those years. Their souls were calling them home by a love bigger than life with no chance to ever shake it off. At their second first meeting, Danny and Steve were grown men with years of life apart from each other. Love is a sacred being, it never lets go of those who belong together.

This story is the sequel to my High School AU 'Eyes As Blue As The Ocean'.

Keep reading on AO3

107 notes • Posted 2021-04-24 12:08:22 GMT

#1

Steve to Danny: „It‘s all you, babe. I can’t get my cast wet.“ - H50 1.20

116 notes • Posted 2021-08-08 13:15:03 GMT

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[brujahinaskirt]

nobody asked but imo, the key to writing a good brujah emotional/political profile is this: that kitschy biker gang rager trope? DON'T let it be the first stone you lay down when you start building a new character.

(or leather jackets. or combat boots. or spiked baseball bats. or whatever the fuck the cool kid brujah fashion "aesthetic" is; you get my point)

you can definitely use those things in moderation, sure! especially if your character is mindfully tailoring their appearance to please crowds. but there has to be more under the surface of your character than "authority-hating badass motherfucker" if you're looking to have a rich (not to mention unique) writing/gaming experience.

instead of starting with BAD BIKER BRO, I try to remember that underpinning all of that boiling bubbling la revolucion spirit, and even underpinning the Carthaginian True Brujah scholarship, is the concept of witch. not wizard. witch.

this seed is super critical to my interpretation of the clan, and has been my characterization linchpin in analyzing/designing pretty much any brujah psychology i've written, any century or location or demographic, literal witchiness or metaphorical witchiness or emotional witchiness. i think this concept is both a lot less reductive and a lot less restricting than the 'tude-heavy late 90s rebel-without-a-cause Starter Brujah pack I see a lot of people encouraged to use as their masquerade archetype.

(and it's potentially less generalizing -- as long as you don't go out of your way to do fucky culturally/religiously disrespectful things with it -- since Brujah canonically tend to have a high POC embrace percentage compared to clans historically associated with Western wealth/royalty echelons. surely i don't have to spell it out that "brown people vampires are NATURALLY ANGY" is uh. not a real great place to start if 1. you're not an advanced enough writer and 2. you don't know enough about world history to handle this without falling into extremely offensive tropes.)

tl;dr: you might want to try starting your next brujah character concept process by thinking about witch rather than biker gang badass, my babes. what you decide that means for your character is up to you.

[chibsytelford]

Girls can fight too

*** GIF CREDIT TO CREATOR ***

Anon requested // Hi, how are you? Can I please ask for a fic where Ez's GF watching the boys fight in the pit, laughing at all the bets being taken etc, she talks shit and is having fun, gets dared to fight someone (not Ez) and she does and she is a boss, she always backs up with words with action. I love a confident gal! And Ez is smirking and hella proud and you can end it however you want! Thanks

A/N - I LOVED WRITING THIS. seriously enjoyed every second and I had myself chuckling.

Warnings - swearing, blood.

Taglist - @everyhowlmarksthedead @rebel-without-cause-x @angelreyesgirl @blessedboo @elcococruz @lady-pswrld @sheeshgivemeabreak @jadesamhart @thisishowdynastiesareborn @deeandbobbymcgee @thewarriorprincessxo @sadeyesgf @starrynite7114 @fangirlingaesthetics @minnicelli @destynelseclipsa @i-love-scott-mccall @gemini0410 @peaches007 @talicat713 @scuzmunkie @trulysuccubus @multiyfandomgirl40

Your idea of date night is probably different to other girls. You don't want wined and dined, or taken for a car ride, or a picnic. Your idea of a date night is action, blood, carnage. That's exactly what EZ promised you and he didn't let you down.

He told you his brother Angel was fighting Riz tonight, just for fun to see who would win. He asked if you wanted to come along and watch the fight with him and of course you jumped at the chance. Who wouldn't wanna see men fight topless laying into each other?

You had grown up with big brothers so play fighting and rough and tumble was part of your daily routine. You didn't shy away from a fight no matter who the opponent was.

"Man is he serious? I can hit harder than that" you turned to EZ who was standing beside you intently watching his brother punching Riz. "There ain't hardly even any blood!" You were appalled. You were told there was going to be action, this was nothing. You wanted more, and you were also desperate for a piece of the action yourself. You hadn't needed to show off your fighting skills so EZ really had no clue that you could fight.

A few minutes later Angel and Riz had started to up the pace a bit, and both men were bleeding from different areas on their body. This was what you wanted to see.

"Should I be worried about how invested you are in this querida?" EZ teased you as he listened to you whooping and clapping every time there was a hard punch that caused blood.

"Nope, this is just my idea of fun" you shrugged wrapping your arm around his shoulder giving him a squeeze. "Come on Angel, I can punch harder than that!" You shouted and he must gave heard because both men stopped what they were doing and turned to you. Infact, all eyes were on you.

Angel padded over wiping the bit of blood that was coming out of his mouth. "What the fuck you saying?" He asked in a playful tone. He eyed you up and down and scoffed. "You're telling me you could do better?"

You didn't back down and decided to make a bet of your own, since everyone else was betting. "I bet you I could put you on your ass before you put me on mines" you said extending your hand for him to shake. Angel chuckled shaking his head.

"I ain't making a bet or fighting a girl" he said wiping the sweat that had formed on his forehead.

"Yeah Y/N, what are you playing at?" EZ piped up, clearly scared for you. He knew what his brother was capable of. But what he didn't know was what you were capable of.

"Are you scared Reyes?" You mocked, flapping your arms pretending to be a chicken. You even did the chicken noise just to annoy him further.

"Nah man, I ain't no chicken" he said puffing his chest out.

"Then shut up and fight me" you gestured for Riz to hand you his gloves and EZ helped you slide them on.

"I hope you know what you're doing Y/N" he said as he looked at you worriedly. He gave you a small peck on the cheek and lifted you up onto the ring.

"Loser has to be the other person's servant for a week" you said to Angel, extending your hand for a handshake.

"Deal, I look forward to you fetching me beer after beer after beer" he smirked shaking your hand.

EZ jumped up into the ring before the fight could start. "At least let me be the referee" he pleaded with you.

"The fight won't last long to warrant a ref babe, but sure thing" you winked at him.

EZ signalled the fight to start and you moved from left to right avoiding all of Angel's punches. He had underestimated you which gave you a massive advantage.

You swung your right fist connecting with Angel's cheek causing him to stumble back shocked. He came at you again and this time you connected with his stomach causing him to double over to catch his breath.

From the corner of your eye you could see all the Mayans standing there opening and shutting their mouths completely speechless.

"Didn't know your brothers were goldfish" you said to EZ as you turned around briefly getting distracted and cocky. When you turned back Angel was right in front of you and he caught you off guard causing you to let down your fists a bit giving him enough room to swing at you. He connected with your cheek this time and you felt the blood trickle down, dripping onto the floor.

"So you can hit like a man then Reyes" you smirked as you punched him back connecting with his nose. The blood came pouring out and you thought for a brief second you had taken it too far. But that didn't stop you. You gave him a couple more hits to the face and then one last one to the chest causing him to fall backwards on his backside.

The other Mayans erupted into cheers and whistles whilst your Mayan picked you up spinning you around kissing you.

"Where the fuck you been hiding moves like that eh?" He asked you. He didn't know that he could fall more in love with you but man he did. Seeing you knock his cocky and arrogant older brother on his ass had him smiling widely and repeatedly telling you how amazing you are.

Angel stood up slowly narrowing his eyes at you. "Fair game Y/N, you win" he said extending his hand again and you bumped your first against his.

"I told you I could take you" you smirked.

"And I'd take you, it's just a shame you chose my little brother querida" he smirked right back at you.

EZ helped you take your gloves off and he kissed your knuckles tenderly. "Come on, let me get that cheek patched up" he said as he lifted you down from the ring. "And then I'll get you a well deserved beer".

"Nah babe, Angel is my servant. He can get us both beers all night" you said letting EZ lead you by the hand to the first aid kit.

"God I love you Y/N, you're badass as fuck" EZ said as he wiped your cut and put a plaster over it. "Remind me never to get on your bad side" he chuckled.

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Inside Jokes and References in the Full Bios

Mainly for @spacelizardtrashboys and @kuruumiya

Also: Any time strikethrough text is used it's because it's meant to be secret information, for example on the small bios any time 'Lucifarian' truly isn't their last name their is strikethrough test after saying that it's not their real name. This is to say that no matter what is written or if it's strikethrough text or not, it is there for a reason.

Damien - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for him refers back to his 'King of Hell' gimmick, as does his middle name, Rex means king.

He's protective, like a dad, but also way too overprotective over the gimmicks for the girls. He's an old, old school guy so he enjoys card games with the boys.

He's supposed to sound like a young Hugh Laurie, mainly because if I heard a young Hugh Laurie say Damien's bio quote I wouldn't be able to take him seriously.

His main finisher (Seventh Circle) refers back to (a) him being the king of hell and (b) the seventh circle is for violence, and well, he's a wrestler, that's a pretty violent job.

He calls fans both 'peasants' and his 'loyal subjects' because he's like an asshole-ish king who'd quickly be dethroned if they rebelled.

Vickie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

The Quote for her refers back to her gimmick along with the old saying 'pride comes before the fall'.

She's called 'Victoria' because of both (a) it meaning victory and (b) the fact that Queen Victoria ruled back when Britain had an empire, then the empire fell (as in pride [Vickie] before a fall)

Both Her and Damien are born in August and are the only two to share a birth month as they are Father and Daughter (non-kayfabe, as in they share DNA)

She's raised Christian as back when she was growing up England was a lot more Christian than when she became an adult so she got lax in her beliefs

Her personality is supposed to make her come across as a vain, rich, arse of a person, yet deep down she's still redeemable, she's got a long way to go before she actually redeems herself though

She's the type of person who makes sure EVERY little detail of her matches and promos are PERFECT to the point that she will control what other people do or say, down to the moment it's said/done and the way it's said/done

She only likes the other D.O.D (Daughters of Darkness) members because she has only made enemies in the short while they've been in the company, she especially dislikes George 'The Animal' Steele because of his very messy style going against her 'everything should be perfect' views

She's the leader, the brain and the mouth because of her control over the group, if she let them have more control, there might be less arguments about her amount of control

Her named moves are also references to both her gimmick and other things. Beheader is named because of the Tudor monarchs of England having kind of a thing for killing people in this way (ex. Henry VIII).

Lineage Ender is named that because if she ever botches that one specific move (it'll make sense in context/ she does it during a training scene) it could end either her own Lineage or the person she's doing it to.

Lion's den is called that because she traps them in a near-inescapable crucifix pin, and normally if someone goes into a den of Lions, they aren't escaping in one piece.

Family Pride is named that because not only is her gimmick the sin of pride, but she's got pride in her family and she's her dad's 'pride and joy' because she's his only child.

Wish for this (her main finishing move) is called that because it's an inside joke of "you're gonna 'wish for this' to be over soon"

As she's Damien's blood daughter, a 'prodigal son' joke seemed somewhat appropriate.

Billie - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the Guerreros and the whole 'Latin lover' trope

She was born in February because of Valentine's day, hence why her birthday is two days before the 14th

She's 1/2 Cuban (just in general - both Mexican and Cuban culture is interesting to me) But she's 1/2 Cuban in case I ever need to write for Razor Ramon, I can get away with making the joke of 'my Cuban accent's better than yours'.

Her casual style is 'Suggestive' because how else is Lust supposed to dress.

She dislikes Hulk Hogan because she finds him incredibly annoying and she dislikes Jesse Ventura because she dislikes his fashion choices.

I imagine her uncle Hugo looks like Luis Guzman and her dad's like Raul Julia. Try to imagine those two wrestling as a luchador tag team.

Her mother was basically a valet to her dad, which was usually Billie's role before she was part of the D.O.D.

Her move name references are all song references: Love me Tender - Elvis' song of the same name, Personal Aphrodite - a reference to / joke on 'Personal Jesus', Sexual Healing - Marvin Gaye's song of the same name.

Also, I hope to eventually use the joke 'The Babe, the babe with the power,' 'What power?' 'Power of voodoo' 'Who do?' 'You do' 'Do what?' 'Remind me of the babe' because of one of her commentary nicknames being 'The Babe'

P.G - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is in reference to her being greed and (right at the start of the story) her thoughts on money actually being able to buy her happiness

her surname 'Voronin' means crow, and well, crows like shiny things, like money

she wears 'fancy but simple' clothing because if she bought designer clothes she'd be in debt, but she still wants to look like she has more money than everyone else

she's cowardly in a Jimmy Hart way, she'll piss someone off during a promo and run away once she feels like she's in danger

she's a showman because she's more show than work, meaning she works exceptionally quick matches.

Her moves are basically jokes on the fact that she is greed, such as Gold-digger and Diamond Ring. However, Money Maker is also a joke on the fact that it's a facebuster and usually an actor's face is called their 'money maker'

She hates Hulk Hogan and Sgt slaughter because of how patriotic they are

Kirby - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to (a) the fact that she's Gluttony, (b) her being the only one who wears a mask constantly and (c) her basically being the group's scare tactic against people who think they can push them around.

I am planning on eventually making her a part of the machines, maybe as a valet, maybe as a wrestler, not 100% sure as of right now

Her mother is the Norwegian-Scottish one and her father is the Irish-Welsh one

She is the tallest (not the heaviest, that's Damien) but she's still 9 inches shorter than André.

She's willing to bleed hardway, but hates blading

She hates Big John Studd because of his disrespect, she hates Hulk Hogan because she thinks he's obnoxiously 'American', she dislikes Lord Alfred Hayes and Dynamite Kid because they are so insistent on calling her '1/4 Icelandic' whenever she talks about being 1/4 Norwegian. She hates Brutus Beefcake because he's just 'so, so much' energy-wise.

She's always been tall, always shorter than André though, she was 5'6" when she was 12, which is still taller than Sam, P.G and Eli.

Kirby's the best at using folk tales and mythology references in her promos and still keeping them dark and scary.

Her speaking voice is Jessica Hynes, but I imagine her singing voice (which will be important later) to be that of Deee-lite's Lady Miss Kier. On that note, I will be putting up a post on this part of the fic's canon.

Feeding Frenzy is meant to look similar to Roddy's wild punches, hence the 'frenzy' part of the name.

Organ grinder is named because it's meant to look really hard (like she's putting all her force and weight into it) as if she's grinding her opponents organs

Hungry for Blood is an in-joke of during her toughest matches she seems hungry to give the fans the sight of blood

Consummation is a joke of 'the match will soon be over, the match will soon be concluded, or consummated' not the sex-based meaning of that word.

Number of the beast, which is 666, is a reference to the 619, and is a modified 619 basically.

Vampire's Bite is a reference to her sitout jawbreaker looking like she could possibly bite someone's neck, like a vampire, as she performs the move

I didn't want to call her chops, chops, so I made a joke of 'oh it's chopping, like a butcher's knife'

Overfeeding is another basic gluttony reference. Cheshire Grin is a facelock-based joke. Let Them Eat Cake is a butt=cake joke

The ogress is a thinly-veiled way of the commentary team calling her ugly, because why else would she be the only one in a mask

Holly - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is written that way because I always wanted her to sound like she comes from New Jersey

She's very cuddly towards the rest of the D.O.D and thus gets called a teddy bear by the others

She's Pansexual because she doesn't care what your gender is, she loves people just being themselves

She's the only ginger because I've never seen a ginger wrestler from New Jersey

She was raised Catholic but lost her faith upon realising how bad gay people are treated by the church (Holly literally just goes "Y'all it is 1984, how are y'all gonna reject people based on who they love?")

Holly's very much the person who'll ask permission to cut a promo on someone but won't tell them how harsh she's going to be

She's the group's mom friend (mum friend?)

Before she started travelling with another member of the group (Holly travels with Sam a lot) she would accidentally no-show events

She does accidentally give incredibly stiff shots

Holly likes Gorilla Monsoon because their friendship is very much a weird pseudo-dad-daughter friendship, so basically, she's using him as her new dad

Her voice is Angie Harmon because I think Harmon sounds like a badass from New Jersey

Naptime, Dirt Nap and Lullaby are jokes of 'I'm gonna knock you out'

Eli - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a joke of 'this is why she doesn't do a lot of promos'

She's the most likely to be on one of those 'too hot for TV' blooper reels from her promos

Both she and Sam hate people taller than them

Sam - Bio In-Jokes and References:

Her quote is a reference to the fact that her tattoos are her 'masterpiece'

she dresses athletically because she's always ready for a fight, especially because she's usually the one picking fights

She likes Lou because he's like a crazy uncle to her and she likes George Steele because, unlike Vickie, she likes the wild man side of his gimmick

She's voiced by Melissa Etheridge because she's still feminine but is the most masculine sounding

[capricornus-rex]

Bad Ideas Make Good Memories (4 - End)

Cal Kestis x Reader

Requested by @queen-destenie​ | Prompt:

i live for you qUEEN! i LOVE your writing. if you have the time, could you do a fic where reader is the most reckless badass and Cal is like ‘wait don’t do THAT’ and she is just ‘im living life BABYY’. she does the most insane things that always somehow work and Cal is literally like what the F*CK’. reader is basically a GOD. please and thank you

Additional tags: Rebel base, rebel fleet

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Meanwhile, back in the command ship, the cadets were panicking while reporting the casualties on the ground to the Moff.

“Sir, they’ve overpowered the AT-ATs deployed there and even the TIE Echelon!”

“Impossible! They’re just ragtag starfighters, how can they overpower us!?” the Moff was livid as he was startled with how the odds did a 180 unexpectedly.

“W-Well, Sir, they had help… with the Jedi.”

“That can’t be! What’s two Jedi against a full assault unit!?”

The poor cadet stammered, unable to find a satisfactory answer, “I… I don’t know, Sir…”

“Sir, we don’t have any more troops to deploy! Should we retreat?” one of the tactical analysts reported from his station in the bridge.

The Moff was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The scouts back in the surface were closely watching the gray triangular figure in the sky, Cere ran to the base’s communication station and monitored the Star Destroyer’s movements.

“It’s… idling?”

“What?”

Cere’s eyebrows furrowed, “It’s just… there.”

“They’re probably preparing for their next move!”

“Base, this is scout Merl from Watchtower E reporting, that Star Destroyer doesn’t seem to be doing anything!”

“Hang on, I’ll see if I can crack their comms!” Cere strained her ear while tuning the knobs on the transmitters and receivers. She was able to pick up a transmission from one of the remaining TIE Fighters in the dogfight.

“This is Admiral Plov, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! I repeat, we have direct orders from Moff Loon to retreat! Prepare for a jump to hyperspace to these coordinates once you’re off-planet!”

“They’re retreating,” Cere first muttered to herself, then she turned around to face everybody. “They’re retreating!”

The operators in the base relayed the exact message to everyone. Seconds before the transmission from the ground came through, all of the pilots—you and Cal included—saw that each TIE Fighter were retracting from the fight.

“We did it…” you gasped, and then your head jerked up. “We did it!”

“Come on down home, all of you!”

The communication station at the base was filled with the cacophony of cheers as all pilots flew back down and docked their ships into the hangar.

Technicians, engineers, tactical analysts, and communication operators—every single one of them—came flooding the hangar upon the arrival of the pilots. Applause, whistles, and cheering filled the landing pad. The pilots who have jumped out of their ships found themselves in the embraces of their comrades in the ground.

When you climbed out of your Interceptor, Cal comes at you with his arms stretched out wide.

“You little lunatic, get over here!” he laughed, pulling you in for a bear-hug and you received it laughing in celebration with him; he smothered kisses on every inch of your face. He pulled away, but kept his hands cupped around your face, “Where in the hell do you even pick up your ideas, babe?!”

“Oh come on, I know that turns you on anyway!” you playfully thumped his chest before he pulled you in again for a hug.

You and Cal get yourselves smothered with the rebels clapping your backs, giving an affirming shake on the shoulder, and a tussle of the hair for Cal. The technicians have detached your astromech droids using the magnetic crane and carefully settled the droids down on the floor.

“R-12, you’re amazing!” you cheered on your droid, kneeling to its level while patting its round top.

Cere pushed through the crowd and came towards the two of you. She hooked the both of you in the tightest hug either of you have never felt from her.

“Please tell that hug was my free pass from a scolding,” you joked.

Cere exploded in laughter and she tussled your hair as well, leaving your hair in a frizzy-looking mess. Merrin and Greez as well came out of the crowd and rejoined you.

“You are perhaps the craziest pilot I have ever met, [y/n],” Merrin commented in her blunt tone, but her façade betrays her when she couldn’t longer contain the joy she was bottling up. She threw herself to you and wrapped her arms around you.

“You two kids just make my blood pressure turn to an unhealthy level with your flying and stunts!”

“Think you can give [y/n] a spin on the Mantis’s wheel?” Cal kidded Greez.

“As long as she promises not to do the same thing she did with the bigger TIE Fighter!”

“Don’t worry, I don’t think she’ll do that…”

“Oh good,” Greez sighed, and flapped all four of his arms.

“Because she’s gonna have to come up with another stunt just for the Mantis.” Cal finished his sentence.

“Aww, gimme a break!”

“Just kidding, cap’n,”

“Are you really?”

Captain Miccah personally approached you and Cal, a warm smile flashed on her face, she brings her hands on each of your shoulders.

“I cannot thank you enough for your courage, you two,” she sighed. “Because of you, Andaro still has a fighting chance.”

“It’s the least we can do,” Cal shrugged.

“The least?” the captain chuckled in a mellow tone. “Oh no, your efforts are worthy of my deepest gratitude. So, thank you, Cal Kestis and [y/n].”

The captain disappeared into the crowd, cheering and affirming her pilots; Cal wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you in close to him.

“Well, this is gonna be one hell of a story soon,” he blurted.

You smiled, reading between the lines and slightly getting the idea, you buried your cheek to his chest—you feel his heartbeat still pumping really quickly.

“Yeah, sure is,” you agreed.

Night falls and Andaro is blanketed in an evening sky of deep indigo, the primary twin moons hung over the treetops, illuminating the celebration in their pale ivory light. Stars glittered across the sky as a large bonfire in the center of the base’s clearing flickered bright orange—the rebels played their instruments, others danced in pairs even if it was out of rhythm, and the crowd laughed as they cheered.

The Jedi couple was the life of the party, they were the ones who stoked the heat of the celebration, joining in with the people on their makeshift dancefloor, and the whole forest was just filled with laughter. Cal stole you away as the floor became more crowded, the two of you took a break and watched the celebration go on. He slipped his arms around your waist as he planted a kiss on your temple. Your eyes trailed between the starry sky and the celebration on the ground—simply enjoying either view, you snuggled close to Cal, savoring the hard-earned victory that you practically risked life and limb for.

[suninks-moved]

that’s right, folks, instead of writing my wip i made a bingo board !! im actually really happy with how pretty it turned out. anyone who wants to compare is welcome to, but i’m going to tag a few people i hope might be interested!

tagging: @realworldficton @flyingfalconflower12 @badass-rebel-babe @abalonetea @quilloftheclouds @zaequeenoflazy 

[dilfbatman]

tell me about your favorite books pls, I need new books to read :)

I LOVE YOU AND AM SO HAPPY SOMEONE ASKED HEHE and this is just gonna be a book rec bc i realized i don’t wanna give away massive plot points if anyone’s gonna read these books! if you want to wonder why a certain book is my fav w receipts lemme know and i could put plot warnings on the ask! :’) thank you!

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- okay the best book in the history of the universe is the song of achilles by madeline miller! you fall in love w achilles through the eyes of patroclus and it’s such a genuine, unique, and emotional retelling of their myth - and let me tell you, this book is beyond beautiful w it’s imagery, dialogue, descriptions - it makes you feel DEEPLY and it made me cry for hours and i never stop thinking about it <3 it’s heartwrenching while being so stunning, you can feel the love, despair, infallibility, sorrow, humanity, trust, confusion, and hope that the characters feel and much more - highly recommend this book to anyone & everyone. it’s my favorite book of all time. my fav quote of all time aka “i feel like i could eat the world raw” is from here (and i will get it tatted!)

- madeline miller stays putting out classics so another book that’s a favorite of mine is circe - again there’s beautiful descriptions, you feel the confusion & rage of circe while also understanding why she did the things she did. she’s a sorceress and a titan and rebelled and this book includes a few characters from TSOA! there’s one like that mentions how patroclus was the best part of achilles and it shows the strength of women & circe is a multi-faceted character, as is everyone madeline miller writes!

- another great book following the vein of mythology is the confessions of a young nero by margaret george! i found out about it after madeline miller said it was amazing and i agree! it was a retelling of nero’s story and showed why he became the way he did and his life as a young ruler/king and included beautiful imagery & dialogue, trials and tribulations, manipulation and ruthlessness, and the ideals of innocence & youth! it was amazing and there’s a sequel to it as well that i have yet to read!

- you want some more amazingness? another beautiful and honest book is aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz. this is my friend’s favorite book and she rec’d it to me and it was so amazing and heartfelt and made me emotional! it shows how ari came to terms w his identity and loving dante and there’s that scene of them kissing and you’ll know when you see it and it’s just <3 it’s a real and honest book and i highly recommend!

- y’all want a book that delves into magic and speaks of colorism, systematic oppression, and is overall a uniquely amazing book? read children of blood and bone by tomi adeyemi! it’s inspired by nigerian mythology and the main girl zélie is a badass and her magical powers are that of a reaper (able to command undead spirits) - listen this book is a whirlwind of magic, makes you introspective and angry at the oppression her & her people face, while also learning about sacrifice, strength, hope, & family. great book! there’s a sequel to it which i will also be reading!

these are my fav books ever, if you ever will read/have read these lemme know what you loved about it + what you look forward to reading about it! obvi i love pjo but that’s a series and i didn’t wanna include that LOL AND ALSO am i a dork if i email madeline miller about how much i love her books and how after reading an excerpt on her page about the myth of apollo & hyacinthus that i need a WHOLE book about that!!!!!!!????? madeline, girl, please do that and please put out merch/jewelry/busts/artwork/fanart/anything about TSOA babes i just need it <3

[angst-in-space]

Did you ever think about a kl httyd au? Because while going through your blog is the only thing I think about

*KICKS DOWN THE DOOR* UH….hELL YEAH THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!!! trust me i’ve thought about this so much it’s not even funny. k here’s my Thoughts (probably there will be mild spoilers for all 3 movies if anyone cares about that) 

firstly, keith is hiccup and red is toothless. 

i hc red as having a similar personality to toothless in that she’s like super powerful and feisty but has a good heart and is very protective. (i think a lot about that scene at the end of the first httyd movie where toothless hears hiccup in danger in the arena from like miles away & comes running to save him and how similar it is to that scene in vld s2 where keith gets his ass kicked by the BoM and red just starts fucking Destroying the base to save him like….binch…..anyway yeah i just think of those two dynamics being v similar.)

shiro & keith are bros, their dad is dead and mom is presumed dead bc she was kidnapped by dragons––but yeah KROLIA AS VALKA!!! aka it definitely turns out later that krolia is like living in the wilderness being a badass rebel and freeing dragons from dragon trappers.

shiro is chief of their island and has a lot of high expectations for keith in like a “if i ever die u have to be chief” kinda way, similar to the whole “i want u to lead voltron” thing…..i see keith and hiccup being similar in that they’re kinda resistant to becoming a leader but will step into the role if necessary.

ANYWAY that was kind of a tangent, ah hem. naturally lance is astrid, aka super badass and determined and keith has had a crush on him forever but thinks lance doesn’t notice him at all.

of course lance and keith are super competitive during dragon training

CORAN IS GOBBER 10000% 

so yeah keith shoots red down trying to prove he’s a good dragon hunter or whatever, but then of course ends up forming a bond with red and training her in secret.

lance finds out about this and is horrified at first but then changes his mind once he goes on a Romantic Flight with keith and red uwu

ok but also blue is absolutely stormfly (astrid’s dragon) like not just bc they’re the same color lol but they’re both kinda the friendly/playful one so it makes sENSE!

i could write like a whole essay on parallels i wanna see between klance and hiccstrid but like…..

both have that power couple/battle couple aesthetic that i live for

them becoming co-chiefs? co-leaders? of the island….hell yeah….. (except i don’t want shiro to be dead dkfjd so idk maybe he goes to lead some other island with adam or something haha)

lance yelling “TAKE ‘EM DOWN BABE” while he watches keith & red kick ass (thank u mar for this gem)

ok but that scene in httyd 3 where hiccup is feeling rlly hopeless and everyone’s just watching him and valka tells astrid she needs to talk to him cuz she’s the only one who can get through to him…..is that not klance in the iconic “hey man” scene i mean COME ON!! 

anyway i could go on and on but yeah klance httyd aus are what i live for

[tongue-tied-ties]

I finally got through all 200,000 words of that freaking epilogue and GOD HAVE MERCY I SHOULD HAVE WENT CANDY AND THEN MEAT.

Overall though, I like it. I like it alot! I mean there are some things I feel weird about which like.......aren’t the things everyone else feels weird about apparently.

SPOILERS BELOWWWWW~!!!!

So it’s alot easier to get out of the way what I am weirded out about than to explain the many things I did like. 

- I feel weird about the xenophobia thing and how it’s being treated. Like it’s being treated like a huge issue but like non-issue all at once?? I guess that’s because from John’s perspective he’s just too busy being weirded out or suffering to truly get involved. Like I sincerely hope nobody on the team thinks standing by in a situation like this is a valid stance in any way. But it also happens in real life so like, I get it. I think this bothers me because these kids were heroes. But also they were heroes out of necessity and because they were main characters. Like that’s honestly it. They had a mission and fulfilled it and they were hailed as heroes.

- Hussie presenting xenophobia as both a joke and a serious issue and sometimes it’s hard to tell what position the comic is trying to take which makes me uncomfortable. 

- I think it’s in character, but I hate that Karkat alone had to defend himself every time Jane was being the #worstTM. I hate that Roxy just standing by knowing good and well these are the stakes every single time was never fully addressed. I wish somebody sat our beautiful bae Roxy to let them know that like this is shitty too?? Like you saying this is simply politics when a literal extinction is happening is shitty why didn’t anyone tell them that in stone cold, super serious terms for the love of GOD it bothered me so much. 

- Alright anytime Dirk used any sort of like reddit NiceGuy Are you triggeredTM 4-chan bullshit language it turned me all the way off. Like incel, beta, cuck?? Misgendering our void icon?? Yea. Cancelled but also not cancelled because I haven’t been this shook or excited over a villain in so long.

- Gamzee. Just...yikes all around. I’m not sure how I feel.

- JAKE DESERVED BETTER. HE REALLY FREAKING DID JUST SAYING. JAKE DIDNT DESERVE THIS MADNESS. Omfg i never hated anyone as much as I did Dirk when he snapped Jake’s psyche in half forcing him to love Dirk. It was so fucking iconic though and I’m still mad y’all. So many feelings. Oh god and when Jane like........did him wrong?? What le fuck? Jake i’ll be your friend, come here mate. Please let me hug my boi who I didn’t stan before but i stan now.

- Those kids.....I love those kids give them a good future, please. I’m begging hussie let John be a good father.

- I think the kids grew because they were with each other, and they fact they didn’t stay together and let each other be isolated kinda makes this make sense to me but it does feel like with some characters the growth went out the window. But also....people can regress especially if they stop after like one epiphany or whatever, so I see how this happened.

- Dave redirecting what should have been the core political issue (freaking extinction/controlled population of exclusively the trolls) to the economy every single time. Like Dave baby you were never the most racially sensitive dude (coming from a black girl who watched you say negrocity, call black people not shining shoes revolutionary (which could be read as irony in context but still) in the same rap, which, YIKES!) but like try please?? Hussie freaking fix this.

- I oddly feel weird about them getting rid of their flesh bodies for their ultimate forms and I’m not sure why but I honestly don’t want all bots. I can’t even explain that in a way that makes sense.

- Jade. Like....everything she did was a big yikes and honestly I’m reading the main story again to see if there was a character trait that led to her behavior. Cuz Dirk literally always had an overbearing personality and it was never truly addressed leading to what happened. Jane never really stopped with the whole business and control thing and she never really seemed to care for the trolls one way or another so I can kinda see it.

- Honestly?? I’m happy for the form of happiness that some characters had but MAN was it just the slowest most excruciating march towards that end. In candy, it felt like I was literally feeling John’s twilight-zone stir-crazy rise up in me as I read through. I think a “benefit” from reading Meat first is that like.....damn I ended up agreeing with Dirk. Like all of this shit was largely avoided and addressed sooner when Dirk was in charge and I hate/love that I’m saying this! Like what the hell y’all that's so brilliant to me. In Meat, I just.....wanted them to be free to make their own choices and when I was nearing the end in Candy, I realized they weren’t so damn isolated and I was happy that some of them finally got to heal.

To segue into I liked it starts on the same point my dislikes end.

 - I felt so frustrated by everything that was happening which.....dear God is great writing because if I was John feeling this for years instead of the solid day it took me to get through Candy I’d be handling it way worse than John. I almost wished that Dirk would come in and take charge because they were just.....fucking up on every level. With Meat, I wanted what was in Candy and I wanted them to have their fucking free will to choose instead of these awful circumstances Dirk forced them to be in.

- DAVE. DAVE. DAVE. Fuck I love dave just so much, he felt the most home to me the entire time. When he fought back in Meat to make his own choices I was so proud of him. When he decided to join the revolution I was proud of him, when he finally admitted he was gay I was proud of him. When he just existed and seriously thought about what he wanted and needed to work through he felt like he authentically was trying to figure himself out the entire time in both Meat and Candy and I was so proud of him. Honestly will always have my heart.

- NUBS MCSHOUTY. From awkward bottom to rebel leader he is just a breath of fresh air every time he speaks because it is always a freaking mood. LIke yes, the extinction of your people is awful and you should say it. Yes, people who stand by and just sidetrack the conversation into semantics is awful and you should freaking say it. Yes! Yes! Yes! omfg. YOU ABSOLUTE FREAKING ICON

- Dirk. I.....ugh I know this is controversial but I love everything that happened. Our Dear walking God complex becomes literal God and it all goes to hell. Our friend the control freak, controlling the narrative when he reaches his ultimate form. Ou dear Dirk who always needs something to fix horribly fixes the narrative. When he revealed himself and said “but you already know that don’t you” in his iconic yellow text color me FREAKIN SHOOK. Like literary reveal of the gods (specifically this god ha). Nothing will shake me the same holy shit I was horrified and the horror never stopped. Omfg shook Dirk just freaking shook. So since I read meat first I was like “holy cow was he always like this?” But like, the one dirk that was decent freaking killed himself with his last wish being for relevance and like.....of course he’s like this?? It’s Hal, Caliborn, ARDirk, Brain Ghost Dirk and Dirk One who honestly was only half decent most of the time. All of these pretentious beings in one? Oh yea edge lord self masturbatory train dead ahead. AND I LOVED IT, the absolute fear and horror as he took the narrative back from Calliope was horrifying, his increasing disdain after the reveal, the moment he forced Jake to fuck everything up for the resistance was ICONIC oh my god I was so here. I was loving it so much I was scared I was being controlled by Dirk.

- Jake was always passive and like.....it manifested so bad. I mean I thought he stepped up when he finally, defeated the felt crew but like....of course, one battle isn’t going to solve a lifetime of posing and passivity. I don’t know why I never considered the horrible implications. I do wish he grew a full spine in one of the epilogues.

- Regardless of how I perceived her in canon, Epilogue!Jane was never painted as a hero ever. THANK GOD cuz Epilogue Jane is doing some really bad stuff.

- Roxy - our voidey babe exploring their gender identity and deciding in both that they don’t care for their assignment in some way, valid. Having all stages of their identity and the stages respected (in what I viewed as a great and fully addressed way as a cis black girl) is surprisingly refreshing when I look at Roxy alone and not the transphobic stuff Dirk was doing which was icky and Caliborn-ish.

- Rose and Kanaya being happy in Candy. Like it seemed so OOC but Rose also was literally dealing with something that ENTIRE TIME. When she was little it was the alcoholism of her mother, when she was in paradox space it was from horror demons to literal death, to life-threatening situations to being the seer she needed, to her own substance problem etc etc. Being non-essential freed her from that and we got to witness her still be the badass, freedom fighter she became. And I just love the thing she chose without needing to, without absolute necessity, was to raise their daughter AND fully immerse themselves in troll revolution against an oppressive regime. Fuck yes Rose, you deserve some fucking peace without debilitation or circumstance. Rose in Meat shall never be spoken of because that is so so so sad honestly. She was dying and like...Dirk took advantage of that which is tactically freaking genius considering Rose is usually who can pull these dorks together into action but damn Dirk.

- Fuck you know what I’m gonna say it. Dirk is the best villain holy shit he is honestly, truly smart and manipulative and somehow charming in this sick sick way God I hate/love him right now. I’m.....omfg still shook.

- I honestly just loved how intertwined it is, how twilight-zone/gritty it felt. Every literary craving I didn’t know I was having was fed and in the best/worst way. I’m hooked and here for wherever this is going. Also, I typed it above and I’ll type it again. I didn’t realize it but these kids, while they ascended as Gods were not heroes. I don’t think the kids really cared about their denizens much ever in canon. They fulfilled their mission and we handed them the hero stamp because we’ve followed their story. They are simply people who had a mission to fulfill and did that mission in whatever capacity you choose. They are ultimately really flawed human beings who were traumatized to hell and back with no real devices on how to deal with it properly. Of course, when you give flawed humans God powers, a world to rule over and nobody really holding anyone accountable bad things are bound to happen. They grew because they were in a situation where they had to and they were removed too soon for them to keep that growth. Fanfic or not, canon or not, essential or not, I think these are valid outcomes, within the context of who they are.

[badass-rebel-babe]

la chica mexicana

Mi piel es clara y mis ojos son azules

Mi pelo es rubio, como maíz durante el verano

Si me miras, me parezco como una chica americana.

Y es la verdad. Soy de los Estados Unidos.

Pero soy una chica mexicana también.

Tengo padres que viva en México

Y tengo primos que no hablan inglés.

Pero la gente le da igual

Porque no me parezco como una persona mexicana

Y tengo un nombre de europa.

Ojalá supiera más de mi cultura

Porque siento que casi no lo sé.

Siento que soy un bebé y la cultura,

Mi cultura,

Es una idea demasiado complicado

Por un bebé.

No me lloras, pero no llevo una sonrisa.

Es más complicado de eso.

Y quiero entender.

Quiero entender todo.

Porque es mi cultura también.

Y es importante para mí.

La cultura es bonita

Y voy a entenderlo.

Porque soy mexicana.

Aunque no me parezco,

Soy mexicana.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Undercover {2} || Undercover Cop!Reader x Mobster!Bucky

Warnings: more alcohol consumption, language, talk of past domestic abuse, talk of religion, lil bit of violence, kidnapping?? (already in the last chapter), verbal fighting

Word Count: 3,745

Author’s Note: Here’s part two loves. I also left this part open for a next and I might have smut in the next one or the one after?? Idk, I’ll see where it takes me. Leave me feedback!

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Bucky was very familiar with the story of Adam and Eve. Despite being violent by nature, he still referred back to his Catholic upbringing brought upon him by his mother after his father left the family. He and his sisters dressed in worn clothes that were handed down, and some of the people of upper Brooklyn crinkled their noses at, attended church every Sunday with their God fearing mother who prayed every Sunday morning that her son wouldn't end up like his father. She prayed every day and every night that her son would be nothing like his abusive, alcoholic father and if he ever were a father he'd the complete opposite. And he proved her wrong. She didn't see the business he was starting. She was gone long before he began the criminal career of head mobster of New York. He wasn't an alcoholic and he killed men that hit their women or kids. He kept a Bible in his office but it hadn't been opened in years. The small black Bible with crumpled, yellowing pages had belonged to his mother. He'd been thunked upside the head with it a few times when he'd said something stupid, but it brought memories back that often reminded him to go to a confessional every once in a while. And the father at the local church was always waiting patiently, every other Sunday or so for Bucky to come in and confess to all the crime he committed. The story of Adam and Eve was one of the stories Bucky was most familiar with. He saw himself as Eve in the situation of you and him. He knew what he wanted with you was forbidden but he was tempted and if he could, he would eat the forbidden fruit. Hell, he was even willing to face the consequences. The way he saw it, half of your precinct was crooked anyways. It's not like he'd get arrested waltzing in to see his girl. Half of the men would even welcome him like a long lost relative showing back up at Christmas. But he wouldn't show you that. Even if you already knew.

He sat fuming in his corner of the bar the night after you'd shared a cold shower, awaiting your arrival expectantly. But you didn't show. Instead you ordered takeout, watching the clock tick by and wondering if he'd show his face in your building again. Your heart skipped excitedly when the delivery man knocked, leaving you wondering if it was Bucky. But much to your dismay it was a tall blonde with similar blue eyes that you wished were someone else's. Bucky questioned going out to find you. Force you back to the bar and take the snake off his hands. But you never arrived and he was a little saddened. And you, the same when you rolled into bed that night with no butterflies fluttering in your belly from the mobster kissing you or growling in your ear, showing how pissed off he was at your actions.

The following day and evening was slow, your feet kicked up on your desk waiting for more phone calls staring at the same dingy wall and twiddling a pen between your fingers. Each time you sighed, your so-called partner, Agent Davis, smiled to himself, flipping through old unsolved cases and doing paperwork,

"You should go out. Just patrol. See if ya catch any robbery suspects or a hopeless dame wrestling her purse from some criminal. Ya got too much time on your hands." Twirling the pen, you shook your head and reached across the joined desks to snag a dusty manila folder from the thick stack,

"Nah... I'm goin out later. I'm gonna bring someone in tonight." Cocking his head, red hair fell in Davis's curious eyes,

"Is this still about Barnes? You better watch yourself. He shows up here and you could end up dead. Half these fuckin cops got a thing with him and if you deliver him in cuffs you better draw a line for them to cut across your neck."

"You think I don't know that? I'm not stupid. And no, it's not Barnes. He's actually... helping me... unfortunately." Dropping his own pen against the desk as if he'd been shocked, Davis leaned in, the crisp, light blue button up he had on stretching tightly around his biceps,

"Seriously? What happened to you staying neutral Y/L/N? You told me you wouldn't get involved and now here you are shacking up with the head kingpin of New York." Tsking, you shook your head,

"Not that it's any of your business Davis, but I told you that to shut you up. It seems like every word that comes out of your mouth is you spouting some bullshit about what's in my best interest. News flash, I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. Being a cop isn't a cake walk, I earned my way in and I sure as hell can handle the responsibility that comes with it without you breathing down my neck every five minutes." He frowned disapprovingly, leaning back in his chair, the creak of it ricocheting off the walls. He studied you through narrow eyes, watching the tendrils of hair not tucked in the braid resting neatly at your back bob as you looked through the suspects in an old, tattered manila folder that had seen many a fugitives in its day,

"What did you do?" Your eyes found his again, quickly looking back down at the date of birth of one Adrian Gonzales, a convicted armed robbery suspect put behind bars for six months until a more cement sentencing was drawn out in the few short months arriving. The year 1988 flashed in your brain as you collected words for Davis in the forefront of your mind. And then it spilled,

"I let him kiss me."

"You what?" He whisper yelled like an excited schoolgirl who just found out who her best friend's crush is at a sleepover. You looked up again, his eyes sparkling in wonder, now resembling that same schoolgirl but older, wondering when her best friend became such a badass. His general reaction had you cracking a smile through the stoic façade. You nodded, biting your lip,

"He brought Stark to my apartment. He was just sitting in the dark and scared the piss out of me. But he uhh... he's handsome and he just... without words asked to kiss me and I let him." You reply quickly with a shrug, your finger tracing over the red stamp in Gonzales's file that in the moment you couldn't read. Your brain was fogged with how bad of an idea the situation of Barnes was. Davis was growing excited at not only the opportunity for you to finally get some, but at the sheer audacity of you to want to take on such a wide load with a convicted felon in your bed if it ended well.

"What. A. Rebel." He speaks slowly and when you look up again, his eyes are trained on the wall behind you, his eyes flashing, deep in thought,

"So what flowers do you want in your bouquet?" You giggled together, Davis shielding himself when you chucked a paperclip his way,

"Shut up. Don't assume it's going that far. It was just a kiss."

"Yeah but you read him. He didn't even have to ASK to kiss you and you gave him permission. That's soulmate material. I expect it to at least get to third base." With a sarcastic roll of his eyes, he smiles, resting his chin on his hand,

"Its not that serious. It was one kiss, a spur of the moment thing. No more." He clicked his tongue,

"Right, just make sure that you name one of your boys after me when you get one."

"Shut up!" He chuckled, leaning back in his chair,

"Y/N Barnes. Got a nice ring to it darlin. I like you two together. I feel like he's like the devil and you're an angel and he's gonna corrupt you. It's kinda hot... like... write a book after you guys get together." Rolling your eyes,

"Anyways... moving on swiftly, I want you to help me pick out my outfit. Red dress?" You turn your phone, showing him the mirror selfie of yourself in a short, low cut red dress that dared to impress, "or leather pants and a tank?" You swiped to the next photo, similar in taste but black leather jeans and a fitted black tank top, both of which clung to your curves. Davis's eyebrows raised,

"Uhh... I-I don't know. They're both daring and bold and will definitely capture attention but are you trying to scream sexy or business?" Thinking on your answer, you shrugged,

"I'm not really sure." You muttered. He sighed,

"I'd say red dress. You look good." You nod, looking yourself over in your awkward selfies. At ten in the morning, just before your shift you were trying on outfits for him. He'd never know that but you felt ashamed. You pulled out every piece of clothing you think he'd like and by the looks of it, you'd fit right in to the Barnes Mob family. Sitting in his lap just like he imagined playing with his hair and kissing his neck while he negotiated an arms deal. Despite the hard shell, Bucky was desperate for every grain of your attention. He wasn't used to not getting what he wanted and now here you are telling him no. Watching you daydream, Davis smiles,

"My God you're in love."

"I am not and don't you repeat that. It's a job and I intend to get it done. Even if I have to seduce him a little bit."

"You know he'd be impressed by you in fucking sweats but here you are going all out with a fucking red dress and some high heels. There's no need for seduction, you're a stunner babe." Rolling your eyes, you lean back in your chair again, wondering how Bucky would take to you skipping into his club after telling him you'd be in the night before. No doubt about it, he'd be pissed seeing you strut in like nothing happened. But what you'd done was over, you'd have to face the consequences with a high head and pray it didn't bite you.

Around nine that same night you dressed in the little red dress, sliding a pair of black pumps on to go with it. The bright lights outside Bucky's club made you realize how deep in you were. The bouncer knew your name instantly, your nerves skyrocketing, a hand on your lower back from the tall blonde as you entered the already crowded club privately as if you were a queen. The smell of sweat and alcohol was strong and through the crowd, you could see Bucky, his eyes wandering the misty, dark club. When his scanning eyes rested on your figure stood in the doorway, you swore he clenched his jaw in anger, his grip tightening on his typical tumbler. Downing the rest of the alcohol in it without looking away, he stood, brushing his suit jacket off and storming up the stairs to his office. Pushing through the crowd, you paused at the base of the steep steps, composing yourself before heading up. The clack of your heels on the wood announced your presence, Bucky's fists tensing in his pockets, his jaw clenching as his anger boiled over on the stove of his belly. Trudging up to the open velvet door, the stale cigar smell hit you in the face like it did the night before last, somewhat comforting you in the heated moment. Enveloped in the scent and the new warmth his office brought, you sucked in a deep breath through your nose, exhaling slowly and looking him over. Hues of red and blue danced across his pale face, shadowed as he clenched his jaw again and again, his hands tucked in his pockets and his jacket discarded across the back of the desk's single chair. He stared down at the bar-goes through the single octagonal window,

"Close the door." He spoke lowly, not flinching as you complied, closing the creaky door tight behind you. Standing frozen to your place in the doorway, the air between the two of you was suffocatingly thick. He cleared his throat, his eyes traveling up to the ceiling,

"This is a fucking game to you isn't it?" When you didn't respond, his eyes found yours, his anger strengthening at the shy look in your own,

"Don't go shy on me now baby. You're the one that played me remember." He spat through gritted teeth.

"I didn't play you. I was acting the same as you did. You kick me outta here and tell me that we'll be in touch and you expect me to just sit here and play your little bitch. Expect me to come running every time you call?"  

"So where were you last night then huh? I had my arch fucking nemesis sitting in my office all fucking night, waiting for your ass to make an appearance, and I could've turned him loose but no, I held him waiting for you to show and you didn't." Crossing his arms and turning his body towards you, he cocks his head like a child waiting for his question to be answered by a parent, his feet set at a wide, domineering stance that you wanted to laugh at if you were completely honest. Looking down at the dress clinging to your every curve, your lips twitch up,

"I was at home... what are you gonna do Mr. Barnes... punish me?" The shock written across his face is a mixture of comical and terrifying. Either way you've just crossed a line and there's no coming back. He growls before he storms forward, bracing you against the door behind you, his body pressed against yours. With his arms above your head, he growls again, shaking the door,

"Is this a fucking game to you sweetheart? You think you're special or somethin?" Staring up into his stormy blue eyes you can see the battle he's in with himself. He wants you. He wants you just as much as you want him. But his business and your job both stand in the way. Diving in for it, your lips meet his rather harshly. He stumbles back holding your body to his as you thread your fingers through his hair. Turning you both, he slams you into one of the dark walls, holding your wrists in his hands again, jamming a knee between your thighs, his face darker than before,

"You don't get what you want. You don't get to fucking stand me up and waltz in here and say you're not my bitch and then act like you're gonna get somethin outta me." His jaw clenches yet again and you can't help but feel a little overpowered,

"What do you want from me Barnes? You want me to drop to my knees and beg you to forgive me? You want me to come in here every night and make you happy?"

"I WANT YOU TO STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD!" He snarls in your face pulling you back only to slam you against the wall like he did that first night. You squeak involuntarily, your wrists pressed so hard into the wall that now you're convinced they'll break. You whine in pain, twisting them in an attempt to get them free, your eyes still locked in his,

"Bucky you're hurting me." The pain in your voice has him pressing harder, a cry falling from your lips. With hair covering your face as you bow your head, another cry leaves you and you raise your head, tears already streaming down your cheeks,

"Bucky please you're gonna break my arms." The quiet voice breaks through his rage, the sight before him something he saw far too often during his childhood. The tear tracks down your cheeks has him reeling back, your body slumping against the wall as he stares down at you. Memories of his terrified and maltreated mother finding her children cowering in a dark corner together flash in the forefront of his mind and he realizes then that he's made a mistake. He swore to not only his mother but his sisters, himself even that he'd never be that man. He swore he'd never hurt a woman but here you are rubbing your wrists. And it's not like the other night when he had your arms braced behind you. You weren't in pain then, just petrified of being manhandled. Reaching up, Bucky watched you wipe tears away, collecting yourself just enough and looking up at him,

"Where's Stark?" His tongue was caught in his throat,

"Doll I-"

"No! Where is Stark Mr. Barnes? I have other places to be." He didn't think his heart could break at the sound of your voice cracking and your eyes now cold and slowly drawing the shield he'd had knocked down back up. He swallowed, jutting his thumb over his shoulder,

"Basement. I'll show ya." Sadly leading you down the stairs and into the back room, down into the basement, he rounded a corner, gesturing to a passed out Stark tied to a chair. Keeping the zipties around his wrist, Bucky hoisted him up, staring down at your face as you looked him over. You avoided Bucky's eyes, holding your hand up when he opened his mouth,

"Don't. Just... go back to doing what you were doing. I'll leave you alone and you can just go about your side of the deal. No more death, no more bodies. Stark is behind bars and that's what we had an agreement on, nothing more." Taking Stark's arm in your hand, Bucky jumps in front of you as you start towards the door,

"Doll don't do this."

"I'm not your girlfriend! You don't own me and I'm a cop. This isn't going to work in any way and now that you've hurt me I can't." His heart breaks as you avoid his eyes still, tears filling them. He remembers in that moment what his mother looked like. He remembered how tired she looked. He remembered how exhausted and hurt she looked. He remembered the bruises and the busted lips that he always thought was her trying to make a stand but it was just when her overall appearance annoyed him. And now you're reflecting that same thing. And Bucky is the reason. His heart pounds when you look up at him,

"I'm... I'm sorry darlin." He speaks so low you almost don't hear him over the music upstairs. For once you can see the tough exterior he's built, crumbling. You can see the pain in his features and you know its personal but you refuse to touch on it. He steps forward, his shoes clacking along the thick cement, his hand coming up to rest at the back of your neck. Holding you in place, he leans in slowly, kissing your forehead, his lips lingering against your skin longer than they should. Stepping back he waves you up the stairs, following you, the mood between the two of you having gone from angry to sad. You could feel how much passion the both of you had put into such a brief relationship. You knew you were wrong walking into Bucky's bar. He knew he was wrong expecting the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen to lay her life down, kick her career aside and be his so easily. You both knew what you were getting into and you avoided the red flags. And now here you were, walking out of Bucky's bar and he wasn't sure he'd ever see you again. He followed you out into the cool night, watching you shove Stark into the back of your car, his arms still bound behind him. Bucky stood straight, staring up at the bright lights outside his club wondering if the life of scars, the life of crime and deceit was worth losing something so valuable like a life with you,

"Do you uhh... do you want me to come down to the station with you? Make sure he doesn't try an pull a fast one on ya?" You shake your head, looking him over from his feet to the top of his head. He was sharp. Suit and tie, polished shoes, soft, long hair cascading down his shoulders. When they say eyes are the windows to the soul, they really mean it, and Bucky's were scarred with the years of pain, but staring up into them, you could see the turmoil he was putting himself through over his actions within the past ten minutes. He'd hurt you and if he could go back he'd have done so many things different. He would have never laid a finger on you. He would've never gotten so angry. He would've never done any of it. He nodded, tucking his hands in his pockets again and looking at his feet, trying to hide all his raw emotion from you,

"Guess I'll uhh... I'll see ya around then." You nod, looking down at his shoes, your heart pounding as you realize that this is it.

"Yeah, I'll see ya. Don't make me come down here again." You don't see it, but he smiles in the dark. When you look up, he finds your eyes hauntingly cold. The you he fell in love with is gone. Her shell stands before him. The vessel of the warm soul is standing before him, closing him off and for once he fears it. He wants to grab you and hold your body to his, make that soul come back. He wants the spunk and the attitude, he wants you to do your worse. But instead he watches you walk away. He watches you climb in your car and start it, the emission from your tailpipe billowing up into the air. He watches you drive away from him, leaving him standing on the curb, hating himself. He promised his family he wouldn't become his father and now he was standing in overcast Brooklyn, watching you drive away after he hurt you. He deserved it. Bucky was familiar with the story of Adam and Eve and his consequence for eating the forbidden fruit was losing you.

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11/11/11 tag game

Tagged by @bookenders, thank you =) Rules: Answer the 11 questions, write 11 more questions, and then tag 11 people to answer your questions.

Okay, here’s their ^ questions I have to answer.

1. If someone wrote a country song for your OC, what would it be about? Would it be sad country? Angry country? Classic country?

I don’t actually know. I guess if it was Sparrow, it would probably be a cross of sad country and traditional country, because that’s pretty much the story of her life. Do something cool, and have something not so cool happen to ruin the rest of the year to the rest of her life.

2. What’s your favorite statue or sculpture?

There’s a lot I like, but I don’t know the names of any of them, or even if they have names. XD

3. Do you play any instruments? What is your favorite instrument to listen to? What is your least favorite instrument to listen to?

 I don’t play any instruments. My favorite one to listen to is an acoustic guitar. Least favorite is probably synths when done in those super high notes.

4. Instead of FMK - Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Fake-Date: Dumbledore, Persephone (from Greek Myth), and Gollum (NOT Sméagol, no cheating).

Sorry, but I honestly don’t even know what this question is trying to ask me >.<

5. What’s your favorite candy? Or if you can’t choose, top 5?

 Chocolate, chocolate, more chocolate, and, you guessed it, chocolate. Basically, chocolate anything.

6. Which of your OCs is the worst artist? If each could design a cover for their respective WIPs, what would they create?

I honestly don’t know. Arting skills isn’t something I thought about since it really isn’t important for my current WIP. Swordskills, yes. Archery, sure. Magic, most definitely. Art? Most of them don’t have the time between surviving, little alone to write anymore than than ‘I haven’t died yet’ letters to each other.

7. What’s your favorite part of editing?

 Is there a fun part of editing? If so, I haven’t found it >.<

8. Of all the notebooks/sketchbooks/etc you own, which is your favorite?

 The one I write most of my poetry in. It’s got a fun design and I like how it doesn’t have a flexible cover. Makes it harder to write when the covers bend.

9. What’s one book you’re looking forward to reading?

 @adenhamcreations‘s Sineater and @kaylewiswrites‘s Cold Bones Dance.

10. What kind of museums do your OCs like? What museums do you like?

They don’t really exist in the world of The Plight of a Sparrow, aside from maybe an eccentric High Elf or noble, and maybe a few obsessive scholars who want to preserve history. Do they let the common people in? Most certainly not. Though Sparrow would have had experiences with museums in her past life, and I get the feeling she’d like ones that displayed armor and old weapons... because that’s the type of sword her character uses over there, and that suit of armor looks kind of what her first character wore, and is that a real bow? They look smaller in the game, ect.

11. How many of your OCs does it take to change a light bulb?

They shall never find out because light bulbs do not exist in their world >=D (Okay, one if you count Sparrow, but it’s been ages since she was last in her homeworld and had to deal with a lightbulb, so who knows how many light bulbs it would take for her to remember how it’s done.)

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My questions for you guys:

1. Twenty seconds from doom, what is your character’s last thoughts/dying wishes?

2. Which is more musical? The tapping of a keyboard or the sound of a pen/pencil on paper?

3. Hardest part of writing for you?

4. Best part of writing for you?

5. Did you ever want to be something besides a writer?

6. What is the cutest thing in the world to your character?

7. Best compliment you ever got on your writing, ever?

8. Most encouraging thing anyone has said to inspire you to keep writing?

9. Favorite quote?

10. Favorite word to say out loud?

11. One thing you would say to another writer who is discouraged?