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Dancing with the Linebacker - Chapter 18

Rated: M (swearing)
Well this is it folks, we find out who takes home the Mirror Ball.

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Anna held her breath as she waited to hear the results.  She was on pins and needles with anticipation.  Kristoff stood like a rock at her side with his arm slung around her waist.  She knew he was nervous too.  The music changed as the three pairs stood there, waiting.  The winner of this season’s dancing with the stars is….  Anna’s heart was hammering.  She had wanted this for so long. Kristoff beamed down at her with a smile that said they had this in the bag, and then it was announced.

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You’re thinking of doing something, aren’t you?

Just Ask - Part 7

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: “The single biggest problem in communication is the illusion that it has taken place.” You think, after being alive for this long and leading an team of superheroes, Steve Rogers would’ve perfected his communication skills, but apparently, when it comes to women, he just likes to assume, and that is never a good thing.

A/N: Steeb is a dumbass. 

Part 6

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Well Japril is over, there’s no coming back. I do not understand why Shonda has to ruin Maggie like this? She was bashed for coming between Meredith and Riggs and now this? I’ve watched the episode twice now and my heart broke for April. I am so devastated and personally it doesn’t matter to me that Maggie has feelings for Jackson. IT’S JACKSON HAVING FEELINGS FOR MAGGIE! What a slap in the face to the fans and the integrity of the characters. What was the point of JTS? Why did Shonda have them sleep together? Why did she have them reconnect AND IN WHAT WORLD IS INCEST ACCEPTABLE? I actually cried for April she looked so defeated and small. She gave so much to Jackson and still he does this? Shonda only used Japril fans for ratings and we have been baited and scammed the entire season. There is no way I can see Jackson and April rising from this. I just cannot. What a disgrace this show has become.

CS FF: In Your Arms Tonight
  • Contains spoilers for 6x16 anf 6x17.

‘How did you do it? Find me?’

Killian’s soft voice whispered over Emma as they lay out on their bed. Now that Snow and David were awake, the newly engaged couple had retired to their home, washing the grime of the past few weeks from them and bask in the joy of their reunion.

‘Pixie dust,’ she replied, running a hand up his arm, fingers tracing the sinewy muscles. ‘It can reunite anyone who shares True Love.’

Killian chucked at the reminder of the strength of their love. Her eyes meet his. She is a balm to battering his soul has taken during the separation. Her green eyes sparkle in wonderment. It’s not unlike the moment they were reunited after Zeus had granted him another chance at life. His fingers ghost down her spine as she rests her chin on his chest.

‘What was that place?’ she asked.

When she had dashed though the portal, she had barely taken in her surroundings, rushing for Killian, pushing anyone in their way aside.

‘Neverland,’ he murmured.

A soft ‘oh’ escaped her lips. ‘The shadow you sent, I should have realised,’ she said, her lips hitched into smile. ‘But how did you end up in Neverland. Did Gideon send you there?’

He shook his head. ‘The Enchanted Forest. I ended up in Neverland after using a magic bean and thinking of you.’

Her eyebrows quirked upwards. ‘And how did you end up getting a magic bean this time?’

‘In much the same manner as last time,’ he said, lifting his head to look at her.

A quizzical expression deepened on Emma’s face. ‘You bet the Jolly Roger?’ she asked, ‘but she’s here.’

Killian smirked. ‘Aye, love,’ he said, ‘but Black Beard didn’t know that.’

She stared at him for a moment before her lips hitched up as she laughed.

He joined in her laughter. ‘It was quite the plan, actually, Swan,’ he said when the chuckles subsided. ‘Had Gideon not cursed me, then it didn’t matter if I won or lost, either way I’d have a bean to travel with, and I’d have been back days ago.’

Emma looked at him sadly. ‘I missed you,’ she said softly, her eyes flaring. ‘Until you managed to get that message to me with the shell, I thought…’

She trailed off, looking away. Killian raised his hand to cup her cheek. ‘I know,’ he said soberly. ‘Not being able to tell you the truth was killing me.’

‘But now we also have a chance to defeat Black Fairy,’ she said. ‘You have to tell me everything Tiger Lily told you. We should have brought her with us.’

‘Aye,’ he said, ‘but I have a feeling she’ll find her own way here. I sense he has her own score to settle with the Black Fairy.’

Emma nodded. ‘We still need all the allies we can get.’

‘But I think your mother is right, between us all, we’ll stop her. You changed you fate when Gideon came for you, so there is no reason to fall at his hurdle,’ he scooted down the bed so they were eyelevel.

He cupped her cheek, running his thumbs over her lips. ‘I’ve seen you defeat some of the greatest evils our world can throw at you, Emma.’

‘I know,’ she replied, eyes welling with tears, ‘but the book, it’s coming up to the last chapter. And Henry, something happened with his author powers while you were gone.’

Killian pressed a soft kiss to her lips. ‘Sometimes the end of one book is just the beginning of another,’ he reminded her. ‘Emma,’ he continued, raising her eyes so she was looking at her, ‘we will defeat this, together. I promise you, I will never willingly leave your side.’

She chuckled as a tear escaped from her eyes and trickled down her cheek. ‘You’ve barely left my side since you helped us get to Neverland.’

‘I’d’ve stayed with you before then, if you hadn’t handcuffed in that giant’s den,’ he said.

Their eyes locked. She’d be so afraid of feeling anything, particularly for the roughish pirate aligned to their enemy, that she’d fallen at the first hurdle for him. Not that she ever imagined she’d be lying in bed with him two years later, True Love, engaged and somehow blissfully happy beyond measure.

‘Who’s to say this would have all worked out if I hadn’t,’ she asked with a mischievous grin.

Their hands entwined and Killian brought them up to press a kiss to the ring she had re-accepted scant hours before. She watched the gesture with brimming eyes, heart full of love for the man who knew no bounds when it came to his feelings for her.

‘How does the most feared pirate in the known realms end up falling in love?’ she asked softly.

‘You tell me, love,’ he replied rolling them so she was below him.

He dipped his head to hers, capturing her lips as she moved her legs so she could cradle him between her thighs. She was already ready for him, aching for him to take her and reunite in every way possible. Emma whimpered as he took her, inch by glorious inch, until they were one.

‘At one point, I thought I’d never see you again,’ she whispered as he stilled. ‘When I found out what Gideon had done to keep us apart.’

He silenced her with a kiss. ‘I’d have found my way back to you, Swan. If Hades couldn’t keep us apart what makes you think anyone else could.’

They moved together in a slow dance, hands mapping each other while whispering encouraging words. Keening whimpers of ‘I love you’ as they came together, falling over the edge in each other’s arms.

Somebody To Love - Chris Evans

summary: Chris keeps trying to tell you he’s in this for the long haul. You, however, don’t think he realizes what the haul will enquire. Does he know there’s more to you than what you show him? Does he see the pain in your eyes?  

people: Chris - Reader (you)

warnings: none. 

word count: 1.6k

a/n: I want this to be dedicated to a loving and caring person who knows what having everyday pain is like. @sfreeborn you are a warrior, and like me, you have to get up and go on with your day even when it feels like hell. You are so amazing and I just hope this imagine is something you’ll enjoy, I only want to make you happy, dear. - R .xx

Have you ever felt just…so angry at nothing? You just endure the anger because you can’t blame anyone! You just swallow the pill of tolerance every day and wait until you’ve reached the point of no return. You become your anger. Water that’s boiling hot in a spot right inside your heart. Your loved ones, they try to help but what can help a lost cause? I’m gone, I’m done. I can’t keep pretending, and I know it’ll feel like ripping off a band-aid of a bee sting. But he knows it, and I know it.

I’m not enough.

I’m just so angry, all the time… but who am I angry at? Myself? My body for defying it’s one duty of protecting and nurturing me? No. I was just angry. Angry.

My eyes opened fast and immediately I regretted my decision to wake up. I lifted up my arms to rub my eyes and sit up but fell back into the bed. My arms felt like I’d gone to the gym last night and lifted twenty-pound weights; all night long. Aching so badly my hand shook as I reached for my phone on the bedside table. Typing in my password, I opened up my messages and saw his name right at the top of my contact list, with a blue dot on the left.

Chris: Love wake up! Your coming to set today to meet the cast! Anthony says he’s excited to meet Mrs. America haha XP

Chris: Honey? :)

Chris: Ladybug? You’re normally awake by ten… are you okay?

Chris: Babe?

Chris: okay I’m worried now, I’ve called ten times, I’m coming home.

Jesus… why the hell was he up my ass right now?

Glancing at the time my body released a tender sigh, 2:45 P.M.

How had I missed his calls? I always knew it was him by his custom ringtone; “Single Ladies” by Beyoncé. My ringer was on loud too, so why the hell had I missed them all?

Dropping my phone onto the white comforter that held me hostage in a tight, comfy cocoon. Awaiting for Chris to come through the door in panic any minute. He’d be racing the highway to get here and I was already guilt-ridden enough, I didn’t want to cause him an accident by calling him so I awaited his booming voice he never realized pierced my eardrums like shards of glass.


The fight started when he found her in her pajamas, rifling through the tea collection in the kitchen. When he saw her, looking to him like just a lazy-ass, he started in on her. Never seeing the pain in her eyes as his voice hurt her ears like he was scraping his nail down the chalkboard. She tried to hold her own, but there was a Mardi Gras that was going on inside her brain that prohibited her from even hearing his voice. That was, until he slammed his keys on the kitchen counter, making my pain suddenly become power. Angry, nasty, vulnerable power.

“You listen to me, Chris!” His head jumped up to look at her red, puffy eyes. They poured anger into his, and immediately Chris felt himself realize his fuck up of yelling. 

He knew she had chronic pain. Normally, she would just power through it. Lately, though, she seemed… slower, more tired and less driven to be intimate with him… he should’ve known that there was more than just a headache to her chronic pain.

“You listen, okay? I’m am a fucking mess, Chris! I have days, where I can’t get out of bed! I’m depressed, therefore I’m not a confident person, ever. I’m always uncomfortable, scared or tired! Do you know how that feels? A-And, s-sometimes I’m just…sometimes I have days where I need someone. Because my brain is questioning everything and everyone. My brain goes into overdrive and suddenly I’m terrified we’re going to get a nuclear attack or I am gonna have like this… massive stroke! I have this severe anxiety and then come to the panic attacks. I have chronic. pain. I am not going to get better, it just a fact. And I hate that! I hate that so fucking much but it’s my life! I deal with it. I do what I can, but I will be damned if I drag someone I love into my personal hell, Christopher. You don’t need someone like me. You deserve a lot bet-”

“No, I don’t, Y/N because you’re mine. You are my woman. I love you, dammit! More than I ever thought I possibly could. I want to be here, there, anywhere you have to go! I want to be at your side. To help you through the pain, cheer you on as you continue getting your therapies. Baby, I don’t need anyone else. I don’t know how to convince you, darling… how can I get you to believe in me! Believe in the truth! There’s no one else I need or want. You’re my one, baby. You must know that, or at least feel that.” You shook your head, though, looking down at the blue tips of your hands, angry with Chris’s words. 

Standing up I went to walk away but halted, feeling that gnawing off my anger bubbling up in my stomach for some reason, this time I didn’t suppress it, I took it in and embraced that anger, letting it flood the room with my poisonous tone. Even Chris jumped when he heard my roar.


Tears streamed like rivers down your cheeks but you couldn’t care less, you felt broken and wanted help. You hurt and wanted to be cared for. You were exhausted to the point of just passing out on the floor. You wouldn’t even mind if that happened, though. It’d help in forgetting that this fight ever occurred.

Chris decided to come back at me one final time. Throwing his emotional pain into his words, finally letting me see an emotion I rarely saw in Chris; desperation.


When he stopped. It was like his final words did it for me, things clicked and I saw behind those blue eyes that he was telling the cold, hard, truth. He was leaving me, he wanted to be with me… and though those words didn’t make sense in my mind now, I felt comforted in a weird way, like I was actually… loved, by someone.

 We didn’t speak. we just let our bodies talk to us. 

Maybe it was the pain that finally got to her, letting her emotional barricade be broken down, allowing Chris to come over to her side of this violent, kitchen war. My legs were shaking and he could tell I was in immense pain from standing so long. Quickly he swept me up from the floor and into his arms. I relaxed into his chest while my arms hung around Chris’s neck.

He pecked my forehead steadily as he reached our bedroom, laying me down on the comforter while he searched for a blanket to cover me. I felt my eyes getting droopier and droopier by the second. Like they always say, you never know when you slip into sleep, it just comes over you and takes you in. I gladly let sleep take away me in, dissipating the pounding headache and throbbing limbs I was suffering with. I knew when  I woke up, he’d be right by my side. Things would be different, though, he’d know what’s happening, he’d be different when he talks about going out and doing active things. 

  Chris would take a while to mildly understand what my chronic pain felt like, but I would gladly wait with him as he learned from watching. He was a guardian for me, I guess. I could hold my own if I wanted too. But sometimes, you just want to be loved and taken care of.  


Looking at her, I studied her silently. She looked so… defeated. Defeated by her own body, I couldn’t imagine anything worse than getting fucked over by myself. Never being able to stop it. She closed her eyes slowly and let out a sigh of relief. From what? I don’t know. I silently padded around the bedroom, grabbing her two blankets and a glass of water in case she had a headache in the morning. Which normally was the case. Crawling onto the other half of the bed, I just… watched. I watched over her, feeling like I was protecting her from something. Maybe whatever I was protecting her from was all made up in my head, but frankly, I didn’t give a fuck. 

This was my woman, and I was going to care for her. Every moment, of every day. Because she deserved this.

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Soft Spot, Part 5

When Zelena kidnaps Esme, Regina comes to realize she needs the Evil Queen.

Previous updates can be found:

  • Part 1: The Evil Queen kidnaps Peanut, and Robin finds them together.
  • Part 2: Robin consoles the lonely Evil Queen
  • Part 3- Robin comes home to a very upset Regina after spending a night comforting the Evil Queen
  • Part 4- After their argument, Regina admits to Robin that she regrets splitting herself in two.

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anonymous asked:

As someone who has followed Simone Biles for the majority of her career, I was gutted to see her expression after her trio dance. This is a girl who never doesn't smile. She's fallen at the olympics and lost a gold medal and didn't do much more than shrug, say "oh well," and continue cheering for her friend. She looked so defeated & frustrated at the end of the show and it was heartbreaking. I have no problems with their criticisms of her dancing but they seem to be attacking her personality😒

That’s what I’m getting too. They’re not talking about her dancing at all at this point. Because they can’t do it. So they’re going after something that Simone can’t change. And it’s pissing me off. I don’t know if you all saw it, but it’s making me feel like the way I felt when Joe Budden got red faced, spitting everywhere, screaming in your face mad that Lil Yachty said that he was happy all of the time. Let them live. Let people smile. Let people be happy. Life is short. And it sucks. Let folks enjoy themselves

so like u know in the second toby maguire spiderman movie that scene on the train where he got his mask taken off and he’s unconscious and the people on the train all go like “hes just a kid…” and crowd around him to defend him from doc oc? okay u probably dont but that description is literally all u need 2 know about it lets go

Basically imagine that but like. Either marinette’s miraculous gets taken away completely or her transformation wears off and shes too weak to hide while she’s changing back (maybe the villain of the week is actually *surprise!* competent, maybe its hawkmoth idk) but anyway so she changes back at her school in the process of defending the kids? and the kids are like “holy,,, shit shes. i know her. shes in my english class. thats marinette. holy. holy cannoli. jesus christ.”

and the baddie is demanding that they hand her over but theyre like …no. They crowd around her and protect her and even somehow manage to fend them off until chat noir shows up. 

imagine even chloe standing up for her. 

imagine like, one scenario where shes not the biggest bitch possible.


Outlast  Joker x Reader  Part 1

A/N: Sorry for not posting much, I’ve been very sick and just didn’t have the energy to write but this is a new series I wanted to start, if people like it. The reader is a introverted reporter from home and writes stories that she posts on a website. I was eventually thinking of turning this into an Outlast crossover, and if any of you have played that game you’ll see how that would be an exciting twist. Anyway, this is how she met J, and then if people like it I’ll continue it into the story of Outlast, of course adding my own twists. 

Warnings: Like, one swear word

Y/N looked at the club, the Smile and Grin. There was no going back, and it’s not the first story she would do that would almost get her killed. It is, however, the first that would score her a psychopathic boyfriend. She walked in, immediately feeling overdressed as she took in her surroundings. It took her awhile to spot him since he was behind beads, staring directly at her. Y/N immediately turned away, trying and failing to act natural. She discreetly looked back, only to see him still looking at her. She awkwardly turned around again, bumping into people.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.” She yelled while they gave her dirty looks. While making her way over to the bar she tried to be casual as she checked behind her again. He wasn’t looking this time. ‘Thank God.’ She could hear his famous laugh from over here and she smiled. ‘So close’. Now she just had to get him to answer some questions. She nearly spit out her drink when he stood up, his men leading him and some guy, whom Joker had wrapped his arm around, to a back room. The guy looked uncomfortable from here. Taking a quick gulp of her drink, she got out of her seat and followed. Before the door could shut, she tried to dart inside managing to get half her body in.

“Ow.” She squeezed herself in and noticed it was a hallway with 5 or 6 doors. “Crap.”

“The boss has him?”

“Yeah, right this way.”

“Crap!” Y/N heard voices coming closer and went to the nearest door, keeping her eyes on the hallway where the voices were. Her heart was pounding, her lungs ready to collapse as her eyes expected to see them come around the corner. She got the door open somewhat quietly and backed in, slowly easing the door shut. She let out a sigh of relief, turning around only to scream as she saw the Joker removing the veins of the unfortunate man. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she passed out. J and his henchmen continued to stare at her. J’s forehead creased as they all looked at each other, not really knowing what to do. Then Y/N gasped and sat up. Before she could run, two henchmen grabbed her arms, holding her in place. J’s smile grew larger.

“Well look what we have here. My shadow. You’re that reporter, aren’t you? The one that’s been nipping at my heels?” She glanced to the side.

“Um, hi?” J laughed, amused at her discomfort.

“Hi.” He drawed out playfully.

“So, um, I’m sorry. I, uh, was looking for the bathroom and I just got lost. Really. So, uh, it would be cool if you’d, y’know, let me go? Y’know, if you want. It’s up to you.” She gulped, her voice trembling throughout the whole thing.

“It’d be cool?”

“Y-yeah. I really like you by the way. I’m a big fan.”


“Yeah, totally.” J smiled, more like baring his teeth, as she shut her eyes in fear. The two men holding her were twice her size, their whole hands enclosed around her shoulders. J wheezed, the laugh catching in his throat and drawing out, creating an awkward and tense atmosphere for everyone but him. Like it was a casual everyday thing. He dumped the guy out of the chair. He’d be upset that his toy died so soon if he didn’t already have another waiting for him.

“Come! Sit dear, I’ll answer all of your questions.” Y/N, too gullible and curious for her own good, perked up.


“Of course, sit.” She sat in the chair, clearing her throat sightly. J extended his hand and sighed,  waiting for the feather light kiss. Y/N, who wasn’t used to dealing with people whatsoever, gave a surprised little, “Oh!” and grabbed his hand, shaking it up and down. J opened his eyes and looked from his hand to her. She smiled, thinking she had a chance of surviving if he was being so nice.

“So first question.” J looked at her in surprise. She can’t be serious. Apparently she was, because she pulled out a crumpled list with chicken scratch handwriting, and cleared her throat.

“Full name, please?”

“….Joker.” J stated reluctantly and Y/N scribbled away. His eyes met Frost’s, who just shrugged.

“Eh-hem. Hello Mr. Joker. I’m Y/N L/N. Next question…um, let’s see. Do you see yourself as a pariah? To Gotham of course.” She spoke in a weatherman tone, fake politeness and drawn out syllables. Then she leaned in with a giggle, and said in her normal tone,

“Sorry, I’m excited. It’s my first time interviewing someone in person. And if you haven’t noticed I’m pretty shy-” J closed his eyes, bored with her rambling.

“Got it, got it, got it.”

“Do you want me to ask the next question?”

“Why the hell aren’t you scared?”

“Well, why would I be? I mean you’re being so polite even though I know you have a hard time talking to people-” J raised his eyebrows. “-just like me! You just handle it in a more, uh, extreme way.”

“Where do you plan on publishing this?”

“Oh! I have a website-”

“Ok, doll. I’ll make you a deal. Quit your job, don’t publish the, ‘interview’ and you can work for me.”

Y/N blinked, a smile forming on her face.

“Really?” This time J blinked.

“Isn’t that what I just said-”

“Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!” She wrapped her arms around him, making him grab ahold of something to keep himself upright. She pulled away, the light in her eyes undoubtable. J wasn’t sure if he was just messing with her or not, but what the hell. She certainly was ambitious enough.

“So what am I doing? You want me to write stories for you? I already have plenty of topics to choose from.” She pulled more paper out of her pocket. J wrapped an arm around her, leading her out. He breathed in, opening his mouth as if he was about to say yes.

“No. You’ll be doing something else.”

“Oh. Like what?”

“I take it that you can keep up with things, right? Schedule my meetings, like a receptionist.”

“Oh, I’m not very good at keeping up with things.” J rolled his eyes as she bent down to pick up the paper that fell out of her pocket.

“If you’re not up to it, go back to the chair.” He thought it was pretty obvious that he would kill her if she refused to take the job, but she didn’t catch on and turned towards the chair.


“But you said-”

“No. You’re taking the job, or I’ll kill you.”

“Oh. I thought the interview went well-”

“That’s why you have the- Jesus Christ, never mind. The old receptionist left a list of my meetings. Keep up with them, it’s your job to remind me.”

“Old receptionist?” J rolled his eyes for the hundredth time that night. Did she have to question everything he said?

“Last time I checked you don’t need a tongue to do this job. Keep talking, and you’ll lose yours.”

“But you said it’s my job to remind you-” One look alone shut her up.


J  decided to keep Y/N around after debating whether or not he should kill her. She was right- she wasn’t good at keeping up with things. Once he found several crime bosses at his door and found out she had scheduled 10 meetings at the same time. Apparently she told one to come the next day so he came a day early. Even though she still screwed up, she claimed it was his fault that he couldn’t follow instructions. The crime boss apologized when she started crying, and J told them all to just leave.

“What the hell was that, Y/N?”

“I told you I’m not good at working with people.” She sobbed.

Since she was amusing, he decided to keep her. Later that evening as an apology she baked him dark chocolate chip cookies. They were shoved in his face as he looked over his plans.

“Looks good-” His mouth dropped open when when he saw her appearance. About ¾ of her was covered in chocolate batter.

“Did a bomb go off in the kitchen?”

“No.” She whined. “I forgot to put the lid on the blender.”

J sputtered for a second, letting it sink in.

“You don’t need a blender to make cookie batter.”

“You don’t?”


“Oh.” She looked so defeated so he took a bite of the cookies. They tasted undercooked but he made an unconvincing, “Hmmm.” anyway. He rolled his eyes when he saw her tears.

“I just wanted to make you happy.” She covered her eyes with her hands as she sobbed.

“Doll-” She sobbed louder, making him sigh and stand up. He walked around his desk and patted her back, not knowing how to comfort her. She walked into his chest, apparently taking it as an invitation, and he rolled his eyes. The smell of the cookies made him hungry, and he looked down at her. He pried her hands away from her face, and then pulled her up to his height just to lick her face.

“Still good.” He shrugged and continued licking her face, cleaning her like a cat while she pouted.

“Hey boss-” Frost walked in, stopping when he saw J’s tongue on Y/N’s tear-stained cheek.


“…Never mind. It can wait.” He walked out, and J shrugged, going back to licking off the chocolate. After it was mostly all gone he pulled away, taking in her appearance. Messy hair, tearstained cheeks, a childlike pout on her face, but still pretty.

“Fuck it.” He said and kissed her.

Guide: How to Give Your Story a Purpose

Anonymous asked: Hi! I’m writing novel and I’m having a really hard time figuring out filler events. I’ve got basic things that happen but nothing is really that exciting, to be honest. It’s just basic interactions with a group of around ten people. I guess I’m not really sure what my point of the novel is and I know I want it to mean something more than an abstract representation of who I am.

Well, you never want to have “filler events” in a novel, because all they do is waste time, and readers don’t like to have their time wasted.

Instead, do this:

1. Choose a conflict for your story.

Conflict is the engine which drives the story forward. Without it you have a flat story. It sounds complicated, but conflict is just the struggle that the story is all about. The conflict of Harry Potter series was the struggle to defeat Voldemort. The conflict of The Hunger Games series was the struggle to defeat the Capitol (first by winning The Hunger Games, then by winning the rebellion.) And the conflict of The Lord of the Rings series was the struggle to destroy the One Ring and bring peace to the land. But a conflict doesn’t have to be so grand–it can be as simple as the struggle to survive your senior year of high school, the struggle to make friends in a new town, or the struggle to win the heart of the cute guy who runs the yogurt stand near your work. Whatever you choose, this struggle–this conflict–will fill out your story and give it the point that it’s currently missing.

2. Choose a goal for your characters.

Conflict is the struggle itself, but the goal is the point the characters are struggling toward. In The Hunger Games, Katniss wasn’t really looking to defeat the Capitol so much as she just wanted to survive. It just so happened that in order to do that, she had to thwart and then defeat the Capitol. If your conflict is the struggle to survive the last year of high school, the goal the character is struggling toward might be to get good grades and stay out of trouble. The goal is tied to the main conflict but is more personal to the character.
3. Figure out your character’s motivation.

Motivation drives the character through the struggle, toward the goal. It’s the reason that they want to win the struggle. It’s why they do everything that they do. Why did Katniss want to survive? Because she wanted to take care of her loved ones. Why does your character want to get good grades and stay out of trouble all year? Maybe success means parental permission to backpack across Europe over the summer. Once you choose your character’s motivation, your character’s actions will make more sense.

4. Decide on an antagonist.  
You can’t have a struggle without an opposing force. If you had a tug o’ war with people on only one end of the rope, they would pull the rope and instantly win. They would have nothing to struggle against, and it would be boring. But if you put people on the other end of the rope, pulling with all of their might, now the people on the other end of the rope have something to struggle against. The antagonist is the person, people, thing, things on the opposite end of the rope. Every time your character starts to gain ground in the tug o'war struggle of your story, it’s the antagonist’s job to yank hard on that rope and cause your protagonist to lose ground. The motivation provides the pull from the character’s end, the antagonist provides the pull form the opposite end.  The antagonist can be a super villain, it could be a well-meaning but overstrict parent, it could be bullies, a catastrophic weather event, an evil dystopian government–whatever you want. And it doesn’t have to be something bad. It just has to be something which, for whatever reason, creates obstacles to whatever goal your character is trying to reach.

5. Choose obstacles.

Once you’ve settled on your antagonist (or antagonists if you have more than one), you need to figure out what obstacles will best stand in your protagonist’s way. You should choose some they can tackle easily, and some that will throw them off their game. Sometimes they will fail and come back at it a second time and triumph. If your antagonist is a strict teacher, perhaps the first obstacle is a pop quiz which your character aces without batting an eyelash. But maybe the next obstacle is a group assignment–which is bad news for your character who doesn’t play well with others. The group assignment goes south and results in a D grade for the character. So, the character has to figure out how to tackle that bad grade and bring it up. Perhaps they choose to do extra credit which fails to get the grade up above a C. This is an “all is lost” moment for the character, but then maybe they do something great in class and the teacher awards them with more extra credit, which brings their grade up to a B. Your protagonist is ready to pack their bags from Europe when they find out that the final exam will account for a whopping 75% of their grade–mom and dad require all A’s for the trip to be a go… can your character do it? The uncertainty as your character attacks each obstacle is part of what keeps the reader turning pages.

When you’ve done all of the above, you’ll find that your story comes together much easier and that you suddenly have much more to write about. This is just the tip of the iceberg, but it’s enough to get your story to a much better place. :)
it’s always been her

A/N: so this has nothing to do with Rucas FanFic week other than the fact that its just another rucas fic! Lol But this a lot more intense than my usual one shots but I hope you guys like it! I would really like some feedback, do let me know if you guys would want me to write more like this fic as compared to my forever fluffy ones!

trigger warning: sexual harassment


“Maya, where are you guys?” Riley complains, her finger tracing the edge of the wine glass in front of her. She’s currently seated at the bar, waiting for her best friend to arrive with her Uncle. It was ‘date night’ for them considering her she had moved in with the male just a few weeks ago, albeit all in pure happiness, the two girls couldn’t get over the fact that they didn’t see each other as much as they used to. “I’ve been here for like 20 minutes and the guys are such creeps here.”

“Josh decided to take a last minute shower and isn’t letting me leave without him,” Maya couldn’t help but let a sigh escape her lips, feeling bad that she was alone. “I’m sorry, Riles.”

“No, no, it’s okay. Just let me know when you guys are on your way, alright?” She tries not to sound too disappointed; they’re engaged and she’s still single, she couldn’t really expect her to always be available for her all the time.

“See you soon, honey.”

“See you, Peaches.”

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The Portrait Excerpt

Former Professor Severus Snape was slumped forward in an emerald green chair, letting his dark locks cover his features. His slender fingers were entwined between the end of his knees, hardly hanging together. His usual black robes fit tightly against his form, and the only spot of white peeked out from the edge of his sleeve near the lengthy row of buttons.

All together, he looked like a heap of black inside one of the most exquisite paintings Hogwarts presently had on their walls.

Hermione’s face fell to see the once tall and stout man looking so defeated. Biting her lip hard, she felt her nerves beginning to spike, yet came to the conclusion that she was standing there far too long to simply walk away without saying something…

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Old pics of Fenix letting the fire breathing dragon side get the best of her and Granger being over it.

BUT THAT’S WHAT YOU SIGNED UP FOR PAL.. smh, deal with it.

herainab  asked:

My birthday is on the 30th of December (Ahh the big 21). I'm happy with any trope and rating! Thank you so much!! :)

Originally posted by crazytronnor

Happiest of birthdays to you!! To help you celebrate, the always sweet @alys07 has written this delightful little morsel of Everlark, just for you!


A/n: Happy Birthday! I hope you have a great day with lots of loves and useful presents. This is a Friends to Lovers au and I hope you enjoy this present!

Clinks and clacks of spoons and the subtle slurps were the only things anyone heard in the room. They were all too busy looking at Katniss to stay anything. She’s always been a quiet and reserved person, but this was different. She was staring blankly at the table, wide eyes and face ashen. Her family looked back and forth between her and each other, but no one knew what to say. 

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(I wanted to write something for Takukamu)

The storm raging around Nohr Castle that night was a particularly vicious one. It had started at around dinnertime, thunder and lightning roaring across the sky, while rain and hail pelted down on the land. Even though the Hoshidan family had only arrived the day before and a party planned, everyone had retired early, the weather having put a damper on the whole thing.

Corrin however, had not yet gone to sleep. Despite having been officially ‘tucked in’ (as she called it) by Joker and Felicia a couple of hours ago, she’d been sitting in bed, reading a romantic adventure novel she’d found among Camilla’s old books. Her sister had left a rather goodish pile behind her when she’d moved to Hoshido, and Corrin was determined to get through them all. So far, she’d found them entertaining and highly… informative with regards to certain things.

But as the storm outside increased in intensity, she found herself wondering about her poor Hoshidan family.

‘I wonder if they’ve gotten any sleep at all,’ she mused, snuggling into her pillows as a particularly loud thunderclap made the window frames shake. ‘Sakura might be afraid, but she and Elise are having a sleepover and Elise got over lightning ages ago… I don’t think Hinoka or Ryouma are afraid of thunder, and neither is Taku-’

There was a loud knock on the door. Corrin sat up with a yelp, nearly dropping her book.

“Who is it?” She called, quickly tossing her book underneath her bedcovers. “J-Jakob?”

“Corrin?” came Takumi’s voice. “It’s me.”

“Takumi?” Corrin slipped out of bed and padded to the door, wondering if everything was alright. Takumi stood outside, a pale ghost in the darkness. Even in the dim light, his face was slick with sweat, and his hair and clothing were disheveled. He blinked at her and frowned.

“Corrin,” he said, “so you’re still awake.”

“Takumi,” she said, “what happened? Why are you here?”

He blinked again, rubbing his eyes. “I saw the light under your door,” he said, “I can’t find my way around this damned place.” The thunder crashed again and he flinched, wincing angrily.

“Uh, but why are you wandering around the castle this late?” Corrin asked, “did something happen?”

“I was looking for the others,” he replied. “Sakura, and everyone else.” He rubbed his arms irritably. “I can’t find any of their rooms. Why is this place so confusing?”

“But what happened? Why-”

“I just want to see them, alright?!”

“Takumi,” Corrin said slowly, “It’s late. Sakura is sleeping in Elise’s room. Ryouma and Hinoka are with their spouses. Azura is probably in her own room, but she’s probably fast asleep as well. You want to go barging into their rooms, waking them and their retainers and everybody else up, without a second thought?!”

Takumi glared at her. He opened his mouth to argue, paused, and closed it again with a sigh.

“I… you’re right; I’m being stupid,” he said, shoulders slumping. “I should just go to bed.” He shook his head again and turned away. The sight of him looking so defeated made Corrin’s heart clench. She reached out and grabbed his arm.
“No, wait. That’s not what I said!” she exclaimed. “Look, whatever it is, tell me. I- we’re not family, but we’re friends, right?”

Takumi looked at her hand on his arm, then at her face, indecision on his features. Corrin tugged at him. “Come on,” she said. “We can’t stand here all night.”
Takumi chewed his lip, finally inclining his head.  “Alright,” he said, “but… whatever I tell you, stays between the two of us, okay?”

“Of course.”Closing the door behind them, Corrin steered him over to her bed. She sat down, patting the space next to her. Slowly, Takumi settled beside her.
“This is… a little unusual, you know,” he pointed out. Corrin waved a hand dismissively.
“Its fine,” she said, “I used to have Jakob over all the time when I was younger.” She crossed her legs and gave him an expectant look. “So, what’s bothering you?”

The troubled look returned to Takumi’s face again. He rubbed his forehead and said: “its all Leo’s fault.”

“Leo?” Corrin raised her eyebrows. “How does Leo come into this?”

“I’m telling you, aren’t I?” He said testily. “Leo gave me this book. About- about the world being overrun by giant man eating monsters. And all the humans left are-“

"Oh, wait, yeah, I’ve read that one,” Corrin said, realization dawning on her face, “oh yeah, I can understand why you freaked out, when I read it I-”

“Corrin, let me talk, will you?“

"Right right,” Corrin said hastily, “so you had a nightmare about giant man eating monsters chasing you?”

“I - yeah,” Takumi said. “I was outside the Imperial City, and these monsters appeared. They chased me, all the way inside the city walls. I had to hide in a ditch of some sort, and even then I could feel them, wandering about, looking for me.”

“That’s pretty bad,” Corrin said.
“That’s… not even half of it,” Takumi said, with a bitter laugh. For a moment he fell silent, running his hands through his hair before interlocking his fingers together. When he spoke again, his voice was oddly monotonous: “There was a party. I-It was a fairly colorless affair- standard in a dream, I guess. I remember you. You were talking to me, and some other guests. The others were there, although I couldn’t really see them.

“Then… there was a sort of stairway. It led up to nothing, only thin air. You and I climbed it. The next thing I remember is that it collapsed. We came down, and everyone was gone. I-We looked for them… the castle seemed to have changed, there were all these little corridors instead of the wide hallways there usually are. There was a small white door. I opened it, and… everyone was dead.”

Corrin’s eyes widened. “Dead?” She asked. “Who, y-”

“Everyone,” Takumi said, “Sakura, Ryouma, Hinoka, Azura… everyone. Even Oboro and Hinata. They were all piled up in the room, one over the other.” He covered his face with his hands. “The odd thing is, I can still see Sakura there.She was right in front, just lying there all waxy pale-”

“Stop.” Corrin said, “don’t repeat it. Don’t think about it.”

Takumi looked at her, and gave a rueful smile. “Its okay,” he said, “I’ve seen stuff like that before in my dreams. Someone dead, someone dying, someone out to kill me. Someone watching. It scares me, but… once some time passes, the fear goes away.” He shook his head. “I’d have slept this one off; only I saw this one twice, so it was a little more disorienting.”

Corrin frowned. “What do you mean?” She asked, “you’ve seen this before?”

“No, I saw it twice this night,” he said. “You lead me out of there, you see; we ran, down the alleys and into a little room. Then you told me that we had to go back to look for survivors. We returned, and everyone was alive again; the palace was full of people. This time I raced to the little room, but it was still too late- the minute I opened the door, everyone was dead again, and the whole palace fell silent. You told me that there was someone killing people, and we had to get out. I grabbed Sakura’s face, but I wasn’t able to get her out.” He shrugged. “That was when I woke up, and right after that I ran.”

“Takumi…” gently, Corrin pulled him into a hug. He flinched in surprise before hugging her back.

“I’m sorry,” she said, “that was awful.”

“You’re getting too emotional over this,” he remarked, sounding slightly amused. Corrin shook her head, tightening her grip.

“No,” she said, “even for a nightmare, no one should have to go through that.”
He laughed. “Well, at least I had a dragon with me,” he said, as they pulled apart from each other.  “Whoever the killer was, would have had quite some time trying to get past you, huh?”

Corrin smiled. “That’s true enough,” she said. “I don’t- I won’t ever stop protecting you okay? If anything happens., you can always count on me.”
“Are you implying that I can’t protect myself?”

“Well… you’re the one who came to me.”

“Hey!” Takumi lightly punched her on the arm, and Corrin burst out laughing as well. He seemed back to his normal self, and it relieved her to see that. She stuck out her tongue at his disapproving expression, and said: “So, you’re feeling better, then?”

“Yeah.” Takumi stood up, straightening his clothing . “I suppose I’d better get back to bed,” he said reluctantly.  “I wish I didn’t have to; no offense, but this castle is creepy at night . Now I see why Leo’s so into the dark arts; this place practically reeks of it.”

“Its not that bad,” Corrin said shrugging. “You get used to it eventually. Although, if you want, you can sleep here.”

“W-What?!” Takumi stared at her, eyes widening. “I can’t- that would be inappropriate!”

“It’ll be fine,” she said. “I told you, I used to have-”

“Yes, but you were kids!” He exclaimed. “We’re adults; we aren’t-” He looked away, flushing.

Corrin made a face. “Look, if you feel like going back, then fine,” she said, “but if you want to stay here, with the cozy candle-light and a dragon at your side, you’re welcome to stay.”

“I have candles in my room!” He retorted, trying to look disapproving. Corrin giggled and he winced. “Okay, that sounded bad,” he said, “but still…”

“Do you want to go?” She asked him. “Its fine.”

Takumi hesitated. “…No,” he said. “I -its nice being with you. And this place does give me the creeps.” Slowly, he climbed back into the bed, while  Corrin slid over to give him room.

“You’re okay with this?” He asked her. “And don’t tell anyone I slept here; I-I’ll be really mad at you.”

“Its okay,” Corrin said, patting him on the arm. “This night doesn’t leave this room.”

“Hmm.” Takumi slid down into the sheets, yawing and closing his eyes.  Corrin fished her book out from underneath the covers and tried to find her place. There was a comfortable silence for a while before he asked: “Why are you awake so late?”

“Reading,” she answered.

“What’s it about?”

“Pirates. And a pretty lady who needs to be rescued from them.”

Takumi l scoffed. “Really? A bodice-ripper? You read those?”

“They’re very good!” Corrin defended. “That term is overrated.”

“Well, that’s what the plot is mostly about,” Takumi pointed out.

“And how would you know?”

“Well, I’ve tried reading them.” Takumi said, blushing a little, “H- don’t tell her I told you this- but Hinoka reads them too. When I ran out of my own books I tried her, but they’re boring. And a little embarrassing.”

“How are they boring?!”

“Well, the plot is more or less the same,” Takumi pointed out. “The heroine, the hero, they look into each others eyes and think darkly passionate thoughts about each other.” He stifled a yawn and stretched back.

“Well if you think that, then clearly you’ve been reading the wrong books,” Corrin said, “Its not always about… romantic stuff, the plot’s pretty good too!”

“I’m sure,” Takumi teased, yawning again. “I’m sure the plot is great.”

“Yes it is!” Corrin sat up. “Look! See, this one, its about a pirate; when he’s a new on the seas, he meets a young girl, who tells him that she’s rich and her father has engaged her to marry someone when she’s eighteen.  So the pirate guy promises her that on  her eighteenth birthday, he’ll come and save her, but when it actually comes she-” there was a snore. Corrin paused and looked at her companion. Takumi was fast asleep.

‘What… well, I guess he really was tired out,’ she mused. Gently, she leaned towards him a little. His features were relaxed, his breathing regular. ‘He actually looks pretty cute,’ she thought, reaching out to stroke his hair from his face. He murmured and turned away to face the other side. Corrin smiled. Even asleep, he was still Takumi. Shaking her head, she snuggled back down to finish her book.


(AN: I’m sorry if this is too OOC or sucks or something.)