“Do you have
any advice on writing fight scenes? The type of scene I’m writing is mostly
hand to hand combat between two experts. I’m definitely not an expert so when I
try to write it, the scene ends up sounding repetitive and dull.”
Fore note: This post is coauthored by myself and one of my amazing critique partners, Barik S. Smith, who both writes fantastic fight scenes and teaches mixed martial arts, various artistic martial arts, and weapons classes.
I (Bryn) will tell you a secret: I trained MMA for
seven years, and when I write authentic hand to hand fight scenes, they sound
The problem with fight scenes in books is that
trying to describe each punch and kick and movement (especially if it’s the
only thing you’re describing) creates a fight that feels like it’s in slow
center of gravity, she held her right hand tight to her face and threw a jab
towards his chin. He shifted his weight, ducking under her punch. His hair
brushed against her fist, and he stepped forward, launching a shovel hook into
her exposed side.
But your brain can only read so fast. In real
life that series of events would take an instant, but I needed a full eight
seconds to read and comprehend it, which gave it an inherent lethargic feel.
So, we have two primary problems:
How do we describe this fight in a way the reader can understand
and keep track of?
How do we maintain a fast paced, interesting fight once we’ve
broken down the fight far enough for readers to understand it?
(We will get back to these, I promise.) But
for now, let’s look at…
do you ever like need a break after watching a really good anime and just need to,,,process it and immerse yourself in the fandom & meta & fic before repeating the process with another spectacular show
Summary: Bucky accidentally punches you in the face during a training session, which somehow leads to your first kiss and the promise of a date.
Words: 1 328
A/N: Very boring drabble that is kinda similar to Lift in terms of the layout. Tell me what you think and please request!
She ducked under his punch, getting back up just as quickly and trying to elbow his chest. He grabbed hold of her joint and pushed her back. As she came rushing back in for a straight punch to his face, his metal hand flew right to her jaw.
She staggered back before falling to her knees. Her hair fell in front of her face and a few strands stuck to her glistening forehead, a long groan escaping her.
“Oh fuck, Y/N. I’m so sorry!” Bucky panicked, surprised as he thought she would have been able to see through his techniques as always and dodged his incoming attack.
He rushed to her side and knelt beside her, wrapping his arm around her back and using his free hand to remove the hair from her face. She whined in pain, trying to force a smile to not make him feel so bad but not being able to. “Okay, that one hurts… I’m not gonna lie.”
“Shit, I’m so sorry.” He carefully tilted her head to get better lightning on her jaw which was red, bruising and already swollen. “Fuck. That’s bad.”
“I don’t know if it’s anything serious, but I can taste blood?” She looked up at him. “Maybe that’s just normal. Also, my left ear is ringing, or it might be my entire head actually, I can’t tell the difference right now.”
Bucky kept repeatedly mumbling curses as he softly placed his bionic hand over the bruise. She winced in pain at first but the cooling of the metal was better than not having it there at all.
“Remind me to wear a hockey helmet for our next training session or something…” She began to push herself up from the floor. Bucky tried to help her by continuing to hold his arm around her back, which turned out to be very helpful.
“Woah!” He exclaimed as she almost fell forward, his grip of her tightening and keeping her on her feet. “You okay?”
“I just got punched in the face with a hand that’s literally made out of metal. Pardon me if I’m a little dizzy.” She chuckled, her voice strained from the pain radiating up her jaw and numbing the area around it. She turned to face Bucky, her hand carefully touching the swollen bump. “Does it look bad?”
“No.” He lied. “It looks alright.”
“Liar.” She could see straight through him, of course. She always could. “Oh man, and Tony’s birthday party is this weekend.”
“That’s five days away.” Bucky tried to remain hopeful.
She looked over at him, her eyes hooded and her eyebrows raised high, circulating the area where he had punched her. “By the sheer agony I’m in right now, I can tell this isn’t going to go away in five days.”
“I’m sorry…” He pleaded and she dropped her sarcastic attitude, feeling bad for the poor guy.
“I know you are. It’s okay. I’ve had worse. Remember when I got shot in the damn hand in Serbia? When I had to drive the car to the hospital with that hand, the gear lever nearly went through the bullet hole.”
He chuckled after seeing her smile at the brutal recall of a mission two years prior.
“Or when you went two weeks in pain because you thought your body was “healing slowly”, when in reality you had a completely broken arm?” He remembered and she nodded, quietly chuckling before suddenly closing her eyes, grabbing his hand. She pulled it towards her jaw and held it still over, leaning into it whilst still not looking.
Bucky watched in admiration as she dozed off for a few seconds in the comfort of his touch.
“Alright. I’m gonna call this a day. It’s getting late, I think. You must have punched my sense of time out of me.” She smiled and broke loose from him, heading for the gym door slowly.
“Maybe sleeping isn’t that good of an idea? You could have a concussion!” He warned, worried about her health truthfully.
“Don’t think so highly of yourself.” She joked, making it seem as if giving her a concussion had been something Bucky had strived for. He wanted to oblige and take her to Bruce, or anyone else that might be awake at two in the morning and have the skill to properly help her. “So goodnight, or good morning, or whatever.”
The door slammed shut behind her, leaving Bucky alone in the gym, feeling more guilty than ever.
He was sat at the kitchen table, eating the scrambled eggs which surprisingly enough, Vision had cooked. Steve sat across Bucky, Peter beside Steve, and Tony and Natasha on both short ends when Y/N came sulking down.
“Good morning- Jesus Christ.” Steve gasped as he got a look of her. “What happened to your face?”
The entire left side of her jaw was covered in a rich, purple bruise. As she smiled, she clearly did so more on the right side than the other. “Why don’t you ask Mr. I-Have-A-Metal-Arm?” She said, pointing to a Bucky.
“I’m so sorry.” Bucky repeated and she tried to smile wider but winced, letting it fall back.
“I know, Buck. Heard you the first, hundred, times.” She attempted to reassure him although it had little effect. “You better buy me something amazing to cover this up tho.”
“I don’t think anything can cover that up. That’s brutal.” Natasha said, her nose scrunching up in slight disgust at the vicious color of Y/N’s jaw.
“Thanks.” Y/N sighed, rolling her eyes, and taking a seat by the table. Vision left the stove and came to her aid with a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “And an honest thank you to you, Vis.”
“You want some ice for that?” Tony tried to help as Y/N grabbed the chilled glass of orange juice in front of her and held it against her jaw. She shook her head subtly and shut her tired eyes, propping her elbows on the table and leaning her head against her free hand.
“I’m good.” She said and pulled herself together, opening her eyes widely to wake up and taking a sip of the orange juice already by her mouth. “I’ll avoid training sessions with Bucky for awhile though.”
“Cut it. I’m alive, aren’t I? Still breathing. Heart’s still pumping.” She said and shoved a fork full of bacon in her mouth. The breakfast carried on, following up with an overly large glass of chocolate milk on Y/N’s part. They all chatted, bickering as usual, before everyone retreated to their own corner of the Tower to continue their days separately.
As Y/N made it to her room, there were two knocks on the door. She didn’t have to guess who it was. She knew it was Bucky and she knew he would try to apologize once more.
She pulled the door open and barely had time to confirm it was him before a pair of soft lips crashed upon hers. She staggered backwards and Bucky broke loose, eyes blown wide. “Let me take you out to dinner, as an apology for punching you.”
“And you had to kiss me to ask me out!?” She questioned, out of breath. Bucky shrugged.“
“No, I just wanted to.” He said like it was the most normal thing in the world to walk around kissing.
“Well damn…” She closed the space again and savored another kiss, sighing in relief. She tried to not cause herself too much pain, letting him do most of the moving.
“Don’t you dare say that word one more time or I swear to god I’ll punch your jaw.” She threatened and he chuckled, lips hovering in front of hers.
“It wouldn’t leave as much as a scratch.” His lips curled around hers, tasting the sweetness lingering to them.
Anger was building up in you as paper planes kept on hitting your desk. You stormed off to Yoongi’s desk as you had enough. “What the hell is your problem Yoongi?” you yelled, the eyes of your fellow classmates turning towards you both. Yoongi was sitting on his chair with his feet propped up on his desk, tie hanging loosely off his neck and a lollipop stick dangling off his lips. The moment you laid eyes on him all traces of anger were placed by nervousness.
He slammed his hands on the table before he stood up. “I” he stepped towards you. “Am” you stepped back. This happened until you found yourself in an isolated corner of the class with Yoongi’s hands caging you in. “asking where our date should be” he bent down to your eye level. You avoided his gaze because your stomach knotted every time you looked at him. With your eyes travelling everywhere except for resting on his face you answered. “ I never said yes” at which he chuckled. “I never asked sugar” he whispered.
“Tell you what. I promise I wont touch you without your permission.” he said aloud and you could hear your classmates gasp in shock. These were not the words anyone in school expected to hear from him because Yoongi was the bad boy and boys weren’t supposed to be so respectful “I wont even kiss you without your permission” he whispered just loud enough for you to hear. Your head finally snapped in his direction and he smirked, satisfied with your response. “I’ll pick you up at 7” he turned around and walked away to his desk ready to start a very long day and you stood completely stunned in your spot because Min Yoongi had just asked you out.
Warnings: accusation of cheating, language, bar fight…I think that’s about it
Requested by @thevioletthourr: The Reader and Jax are together but she thinks he cheated on her (but it was a misunderstanding) and Gemma never liked the reader and always tells her she doesn’t deserve Jax so she has enough and leaves him and gets really drunk at some bar and a creepy guy starts molesting her but Jax comes in and his reaction etc. would be up to you (maybe the reader even gets injured during the fight just to throw a little more angst in there)
Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.
A/N: With courting comes gifts! And restraint. A lot of it.
If you would’ve seen how Bucky beat himself up over making you doubt his motives, all doubt would’ve left your mind. When he returned home after dropping you off with a chaste, lingering kiss to your cheek and a soft bid goodnight, he rested his back against his closed front door and let his head thump back against it.
With a groan he closed his eyes, wondering how he could’ve been so damn stupid.
an enhanced human, formerly affiliated with Hydra, with the ability to control
electricity, and honey, you do not get along with Bucky Barnes. With a passed
mostly erased in your mind, you can’t seem to figure out why he dislikes you so
Swearing, fighting, allusions to past Hydra experiments and mistreatment, nothing
out of the ordinary for Marvel related things.
A/N: I have been
thinking about this for a while and am super happy with the plot line so far. I
wrote a sappy and cute Bucky fic first so I figured I’ll write one where he’s a
dick turned sweetheart because I LOVE those types of fics with him tbh.
Feedback and reblogs are always encouraged and appreciated! Thank you for
reading!! Check out my masterlist for more criminally good imagines!
(low key Steve’s entire character in this fic is defusing
“James Buchanan Barnes, you better back the fuck up right
now.” You snarl, nose to nose with the super soldier. You were clutching your
upper bicep where a bullet had just grazed you, blood leaking through your
He said with a sarcastic smirk, but there was no amusement in his eyes as he
met your angry gaze.
Summary: Hey! Could you do a Bucky X reader where the reader has wolverine powers? The reader is a new recruit and no one knows about her powers until she saves Bucky out on the field and when they come back she shuts down and won’t speak until Bucky kisses her? The rest is up to you P.S love your writing ❤️
Warnings: angst? don’t know.
a/n: DECLAN DON’T READ THIS OH MY GOD THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING. I got way too stressed out over this fic and I don’t know why.
When Nick Fury personally escorted you into the tower, Bucky was the only one who was present. It was still one of his first few months there, and so the team were not authorized to not take him on missions as yet.
Quiet, reserved, non-approachable. All the adjectives that could describe him when he had first entered the Avengers Tower, and probably still could be described as.
So when he noticed himself in your fidgeting fingers and downcast eyes, he took it upon himself to make sure you weren’t as astray as he was. He’d be your best friend and he’d do the same as Bruce had done for him- made him feel accepted.
He figured that maybe you both could be friends, that maybe you’ll learn the ways of the Avengers together. Maybe you’ll grow together in the tower, and make sure the other was safe. And so as he approached you with a kind smile and warm eyes, Nick was a little taken aback, but he soon realised that he knew what kind of a spirit Bucky was.
“Hi,” he said nervously.
As your eyes looked up at his, he was positive he felt his world cease. Because you had the most stunning eyes he had most probably ever seen.
“Uhh-” He scurried to collect his thoughts before he made a fool of himself. “-umm.”
And when you gave him a tiny wisp of a smile he felt like his heart would bolt out of his chest because damn it, if it wasn’t the most uplifting things he had seen in a while.
And that just laid the foundations of what cemented your friendship. The myriad of small things you both would do for each other, owing to the fact that to the both of you, the other undoubtedly one of the best people they knew.
Sometimes you’d bring him his laundry and sometimes he’d pass you the remote to watch whatever you pleased when you sat down next to him on the couch. Sometimes you’d help him with making breakfast for the others and sometimes he’d buy your favourite kind of cookies without being asked to. Sometimes you’d just sit there in silence with him and sometimes he’d do nothing too, just occasionally look at you to find you staring ahead peacefully and that’d be enough for him.
After a few more months of strenuous training with the rest of the Avengers, it just occurred to him that he was still clueless as to why you were asked to join the team.
He knew of your healing properties, but he suspected that that wasn’t all. He’d ask Steve, but Steve would just reply with the tenuous shake of his head and a ‘You’ll see it later’.
And so when the time did come, neither of you were braced for it.
“Fuck.” You mumbled, walikng to the pharmacy once again. After today’s run-in with Henry Bowers, he’d left you with bloody knuckles. You tried to fight back by punching him in the face, but he ducked and you punched the wood behind you. You loved your mom, you really did, but sometimes it was better for her not know things, she got too involved and made things worse. So, sometimes after school you’d have to make your way to the pharmacy for over-the-counter pain killers, and the occasional bandage,
You weren’t payin attention and ran stright into 3 boys. You fell over and fell hard on your ass. Boxes of gauze and ointments went flying. “Fuck I’m sorry.” I muttered. A hand reached out for me and I looked up to see, Stan Uris. He was always getting made fun of for being Jewish, but you really didn’t understand it. Why was it such a bad thing?
“Thank you.” You said, taking his hand and lifting myself up, the boys seeing your bloody knuckles in the process. Eddie jumped in, “Oh shit that looks bad. We can help if you want, you probably don’t know what you’re doing anyway.” You didn’t take it as an insult, every knew Eddie’s mother was an absolute maniac and taught him to to deal with every scratch and bruise there was. So, you accepted.
There, you found they were trying to fix up Ben Hanscom, or the new kid as most people called him. You’d seen him a few times in the library. As they were in the process of it, Beverly Marsh made her way to the alley as well. Waiting for them to tend to your wounds, you talked to Beverly.
They seemed to take forever, and you ended up talking for a pretty long time. Soon, they were done with Ben, and helped bandage your knuckles. You thanked them, and started on your way home. You hadn’t even got to the end of the block when Bev called for you. You made your way over to her and asked her what she needed. She asked you if you wanted to go with her and the rest of the boys to the quarry tomorrow, and you accepted, continuing to walk home.
The next day you found yourself, half naked swimming at the quarry having the time of your life. Yet, the whole day it felt like someone’s eyes were on you. But you ignored it, deciding to let loose and enjoy it. Getting out to dry off you saw Stan sitting on the steps leading to the water, looking outward, and you decided to go talk to him. Sitting down next to him you asked him, “Having fun?” He laughed and nodded. He sat there thinking to himself, trying to think what to say next and endeing up blurting our what he had been wanting to say since he first saw you. “You’re so pretty.” His cheeks flared up. How could he? He’d just made a fool out of himself and you’d probably never want to talk to him again, he thought. He was so wrong. “Thank you… I also think you’re really cute.” He let out a sigh of relief, mentally applauding himself for having the courage to say it. You stood up and held out your hand, much like he had when you two first met. “Now come on loser, let’s go hang out with the rest of the bunch before they get suspicious.” You laughed, dragging him up the stairs, continuing to have one of the best days you’d imagined.
Little did you know, years later you and Stan would still be inseperable and looked back on that day with fondness, and wondering how you ended up with someone so perfect.
a/n; srry it’s rlly shitty & so rushed i didn’t have much time to write.
Summary: 4. “I don’t even see your face, Red.”
6. “Hold up! You want to tell me you put a costume on and fight crime at night, too!?”
35. “I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you.”
You and Jason are best friends, but what you don’t know is at night you are rivals.
Note: (Y/A) = your alias
You ring the doorbell and wait. A pack of bear was in your one hand and a bag of fast food in the other.
Your back was aching from last nights fighting, your shoulder was throbbing still and you just really wanted to see your best friends and do normal things.
Red Hood had interfered in your businesses again and this time you just couldn’t let him get away with it.
The problem was that he was skilled and if it wasn’t for your body amour your collarbone would be shattered now.
He opened and his face softened up immediately.
Jason’s eyes were two pale blue crystals, sparkling and shimmering as they looked into yours.
He seemed tired, though. That was nothing new to you since he did all the time.
“That’s exactly what I need,” he said with a small grin tugging on his lips and pulled you in a quick hug, wrapping his massive arm around your shoulder.
“What happened?” The softness was wiped from his face, now replaced with alertness and concern.
You walked in and sat on the couch. “I got up at night and ran right into a wall. You know me.” You hated lying to him, but Jason would freak out if he knew what you did at night. He was overprotective through and through.
Jason frowned, noticing something was off about your statement. He decided to not dwell on it and believe you.
You were his best friend, his soul mate, you would tell him what really happened if there was the need to.
Jason knew you hated to worry him.
You laid your head on his shoulder and he took a sip of the beer. “If you want we can just go to bed and sleep some more. I’m tired.”
“That’s why they call us friendship goals.” He chuckled and grabbed you, carefully throwing you over his shoulder.
You giggled and your insides tingled at how effortlessly he did it.
Jason carried you to his bed and carefully laid you down.
It was a good choice to wear sweatpants after all.
You loved his bed. The smell of him lingering in the sheets. This musky, fancy cologne scent which was almost like a drug that calmed you down and made your heart race all at once.
He wrapped his arms loosely around you and you let him devour you entirely.
It wasn’t weird to cuddle. You and Jason actually did it quite often. It was just platonic.
Well, Jason wished it wouldn’t be, but he could never tell you.
He was already scared you would just leave one day due to his moods, he won’t give you more reasons.
You put the last guy out and felt a shift in the air. Your turn around and were able to duck from Red Hood’s punch in the last second. “From behind?! That’s hell of an asshole move.” Your mask was changing your voice, making it come out darker.
“I said stay out of my business!” He growled.
“No? I was the one telling you!” You yell back frustrated. Was he too stupid to just back off. “Go to another part of town, asshole! This one is mine!”
You got ready to fire your grappling gun, getting out of there, but Red Hood grabbed you by the throat and pinned you against the nearest brick wall. Your tiptoes just barely touched the ground.
“Listen, I have people in this part of town I need to keep save,” he said in a low voice.
“So do I.”
It all would be much easier if you’d knew you were talking about each other.
“We get along or you back off!” He tightened his grip.
You laughed darkly. “Is this supposed to scare me?” Your eyes mentioned down to his hand on your throat.
“What? Is it turning you on?” You could hear the frown, knowing you achieved what you wanted. He was irritated.
“I don’t even see your face, Red.” You grinned. He was standing too close, not noticing and you could kick him right in the balls with your knee. Yes, it was an asshole move.
Red Hood let go of you and you grabbed him by the neck of his leather jacket and smashed him head first into the brick wall.
You heard his helmet shatter, but before you could do anything else you felt a knife slice through your shoulder and pin into the wall behind you.
“Ah!” You shouted in pain and squeezed your eyes shut.
“You know what I like about shoulder wounds?”
Your eyes tear open and your face got pale. “Jason,” you said in a gasp. The pain was forgotten, pushed to the background. Your stomach crunched.
“Okay, what?” He was like frozen.
“Oh, my god.” You looked at one of his pale blue eyes. Your mind was racing and now pieces were falling together and you couldn’t understand how you never noticed.
“Lady, what are yo– (Y/N).”
You pulled your mask off, breathing heavily.
“Oh, god.” He let his guard down completely and pulled the remaining helmet off his face, dropping it on the ground. “(Y/N). Oh.” He looked at the knife sticking in your shoulder and panic floated his body. “Oh, god. I’m sorry I stabbed you. I love you. Oh, shit.” He pulled it out, carefully, but quickly.
You hissed in pain and sank to your butt, staring at him.
Jason got something out and put it on the wounds. You figured it made the bleeding stop.
Then he sat beside you and silence took over for a long moment.
He was the first to speak again. “Hold up! You want to tell me you put a costume on and fight crime at night, too?” It was beyond him how he couldn’t notice. He should have today. Your shoulder was hurting because Red Hood hit (Y/A) there yesterday night.
You just nodded. “And you? Did you mean it?”
“That I’m sorry?” He met your eyes. He was freaked out. “Hell, yes I am.”
“No.” Your face softened. “That you love me?”
He considered his options. He could deny it, say it was meant in a platonic way or tell the truth.
But he couldn’t loose you. He wouldn’t survive that.
Jason opened his mouth, but you spoke first. “I love you.”
His face moved forward, saying “excuse me, did I hear right?” without moving his lips.
You moved forward and peaked his lips once. “I love you, Jason.” You repeated, looking up in eyes that seemed to race over your face, trying to make sense of your words and actions. You knew it was risky, but it would come out sooner or later.
His face relaxed and he moved towards you and kissed you passionately. His lips moved against yours until they were swollen and numb.
Jason’s hand was resting on the back of your neck, making electricity run through your body.
The pain in your shoulder was barely there in that moment.
Summary: Sam and Eileen spend a night together after an unplanned meeting. I am sailing this ship hard.
Word Count: 2400
A/N: Hope y’all are in the mood for some Saileen. XOXO
Sam recognizes Eileen from the punch she’s throwing. He can’t see her face, but he doesn’t need to. He can see her in the graceful push of her arm, in the whip-sharp way it cuts through the air and connects with the thing’s jaw. The vampire hits the brick wall with a loud thud, crumpling just a little before throwing his own punch. She ducks just in time.
Sam actually stops to watch for a second. He’d wondered if she’d be here, since it was an obvious case and close to the town where she had an apartment, one she called home most of the time.
This may be slightly spoilery if you haven’t seen the season 12 finale. If you haven’t watched it, keep scrolling.
“I can’t believe that he’s been alive the whole time,” Dean says,
walking into the bunker library.
You, Sam and Cas are sitting at the far table, books strewn
about. He hands you and Sam a fresh beer
before sitting down next to you.
“And you really didn’t know?” Dean asks Cas.
“Didn’t know what?”
“That an angel blade can’t kill an arch angel,” Sam supplies.
“No I did not.”
Cas looks between Dean and Sam as they stare him down.
“So Gabriel’s just been alive and keeping to himself?”
“Well, I can’t say I blame him,” you blurt out. The three men turn to you in surprise. “What?
Gabe avoided some major drama. He
didn’t have to play middle man to Lucifer and Chuck or deal with Amara. I think it was pretty smart.”
“Ok, Y/N’s acceptance of Gabriel’s behavior aside, we need
to find him,” Sam says, giving you his signature Sam-face.
“He could definitely help us with the Lucifer, Nephilim,
alternate dimension crap,” Dean continues.
“So, how do we find him?” you ask, looking to Cas.
“It will be difficult. Gabriel is a master at staying hidden if he
wants-” Cas starts.
Suddenly the four of you are standing in a dining hall. Except Dean who’s sitting at the table
nearest you, wearing a light pink dress.