What are some good tips for getting started with writing a book? I have a concept but i can't put it into place.
Getting Started with Your Story
There’s no one way to start writing a book. For some people, it’s enough to just jump in and start writing to see where the story takes them. If you’re not too keen on that idea, then here is oneprocess (as in, not theonlyprocess) that might help you move beyond your concept.
Concept ≠ Plot
Many writers mistake concept for plot, but they’re actually two very different things. A world where everyone grows up with superpowers is a concept; the plot is what you decide to write about within that concept - the specific characters and what happens to those characters; who your antagonist is and what conflict arises when that antagonist goes after what they want. All of these things contribute to your plot.
So first, define what it is you actually have at this particular point. Do you just have a concept? If so, you’ll need to take the necessary steps to develop that concept into a plot.
Concept >>> Plot
If you’ve decided that all you really have is a concept, then how do you take it and turn it into a plot? You brainstorm. All brainstorming really amounts to is expanding your ideas. All you’re doing is asking questions about the concept and delving deep into the answers.
The most simplistic way to start this process, especially if you’re struggling, is to ask one of two questions (or both, if applicable). These two questions: What could go wrong? What could go right?
Going back to my example about a world where everyone grows up with superpowers. If I were to ask the question “what could go wrong,” I’d end up with a whole list of possibilities.
The powers suddenly disappear
People start abusing their powers
Someone figures out how to steal powers
A hierarchy of strong vs. weak powers develops, creating superiority/inferiority dynamics
Someone is born without a superpower
There are many more possibilities I didn’t even think of here, but any one (or more) of these could become a plot. Choose one that sounds interesting, and then ask yourself “and then what?”
Say I choose: Someone figures out how to steal powers. Then what does that person do? Do they recruit people to do the dirty work for them? Do they work alone? Do they hoard these powers and barter them for other goods? Do they attempt to enslave people? Do they attempt to take control of institutions? What do they do?
Your goal is to take your ideas and turn them into actions taken by characters. People doing things. And each piece you add will usually lead into another. If you went with the idea that this character is stealing powers and essentially selling them for other goods, you’d have to ask yourself follow-up questions. First, who are they selling to? Why would anyone buy a new superpower if they already have one? What uses would they have for additional ones? What is the key demographic that this person is trying to reach? Secondly, what are they selling them in exchange for? Money? Favors? Souls? What is this character getting in return?
Now that you’ve examined potential actions that the character takes, you’ve also exposed potential new characters.
People they’re stealing from
People they’re bargaining with
People that try to police these crimes
People that try to copy this character’s process
At the beginning of this section, I talked about using “what could go right” as another optional jumping off point. This is a good path to follow if your concept is already really negative. For a concept where someone is killing people for some pointed reason, you might ask “what could go right” and explore ideas where the killer is caught and brought to justice.
The point of all this is to think about change as a means of taking your idea from concept to plot. A concept is static - it doesn’t move, evolve, or change. By developing a plot, you’re forcing the concept to be challenged in some way. If you think about it that way, you’ll be able to formulate conflicts, and the people that orchestrate and fight against those conflicts.
On that note, I think we’re ready to move onto the third piece of my graphic above.
Plot = Character Actions and Consequences
At this point, you have sketches for characters. You’ve got this nameless, faceless person that is stealing the powers, and all these other nameless, faceless people that I listed above. In essence, we have character concepts. And just like we turned our initial concept into a plot, we have to turn these character concepts into actual characters.
The basics are the easiest way to start. You figure out their name, their gender identity, their age, their appearance, some brief backstory and personality traits. I personally prefer the simplest questionnaire that I put together back in the early days because it hits on the poignant pieces of a character without overwhelming you with 100s of questions.
Now that you’ve given your character concepts names and faces and potential behaviors, you start to consider how one character’s view of the world inspires them to take certain actions, and you then think about how those actions affect your entire story.
We already kind of talked about the motives of the power thief in our example, but definitely delve deep here. On the surface, this character seems bad - stealing from people and then selling what they steal. But depending on what it is they’re getting in return, could we not argue that this character is a supernatural Robin Hood? Maybe instead of selling, they’re giving, and maybe the characters they’re stealing powers from are people that abuse and misuse their powers. Character motives can take a plot and turn it on its head, forcing you to reconceptualize everything. And that’s okay! That’s part of the process.
But separate from that idea, if we have a character concept of someone whose powers were stolen, and after developing their basic backstory, we discover that person’s name is Rose, and she has an especially close relationship with her brother. So when her powers are stolen, how does this affect her life? Was she using her powers to keep her brother alive and protected? What she using them to keep a roof over their heads? Was she using them as part of her job, as a means of providing? What happens to her life when her powers are stolen? And what will Rose do about it? Whatever Rose does will impact the story. If she does nothing to get her powers back, how does she solve her problems and does that make for a good story? If she does decide to act, then you’ve moved onto a new plot point to dive deeper into.
My point is, character concepts come from plots, but characters themselves often create plot, as their decisions and mistakes and successes create new outcomes. So if I could modify my original flow chart:
Before you develop something, you conceptualize it. You have a concept, then you make it a plot. You have concepts for characters, then you make them characters. And those characters end up driving your plot, to the point that this happens:
Plot inspires character. Character inspires plot. And it just keeps going around and around and around. Breaking it down into these pieces helps organize the process, but developing a story is rarely this neat and tidy. You’ll get ideas that don’t make sense, ideas that aren’t cohesive, characters you don’t need, characters that piss you off, problems you can’t solve, or plot points you’ve committed to that you no longer like…it will be messy. But it’s your mess, and the more you work on developing your own process, the more it’ll make sense to you. And it’ll become easier to know how to go about fixing it when something’s not right.
Have fun with this process! It’s supposed to be fun. When the pieces start to become clearer, you’re able to put them together in a rough outline. And once you have a rough outline, you can start writing, and really see it take shape.
• pairing: park jimin x
reader | feat. kim namjoon • genre/warnings: smut, voyeurism
sort-of, auralism? masturbation, teasing, switch themes • words: 8,844 → summary: you’ve been
good friends with your roommate Jimin for a while, occasionally flirting with
each other, especially when you’ve had a drink, but nothing has ever happened
between the two of you…until that is, he secretly listens to you and Namjoon
have sex one day…He thinks you don’t know, but he’s wrong… • note. based on a request.
I know we don’t like to be left behind, but it’s inevitable. It’s like swimming while trying not to sink, it’s a strain and it’s traumatizing and it’s alone. Sometimes people don’t even know they are hurting the other person, or act like they don’t know what they could possibly be doing wrong but it is so possible. It’s possible to make someone feel forgotten or excluded from the world as if there is nothing or no one else to go to. Where can I go when the people I love treat me like I’m not there? What can I do to show that I am here and I am all in.
All I know is I need a person who is in it, with me. I need someone who will support me through the things I do completely wrong, I need someone who won’t say “Did you not know that?” When I don’t know the answer, I need someone real who won’t walk away because I’m not known to run after you and I won’t make you remember me in screaming color but rather in black and white. And if you don’t like the bland color then you should’ve been there when it was bright.
The Best Picture mix-up wasn't a ratings ploy or white privilege conspiracy.
Y'all, save your brain cells and just scroll on by all of the thinkpieces that will hit the Internet today about what happened with the Best Picture announcement. I have already been text messaged, tweeted at, and facebook tagged about how it was a stunt for ratings, about how it was a conspiracy to overshadow Moonlight’s historic win, about how white privilege just led Warren Beatty to assume the result. Maybe because it’s 2017 and there are other things to worry about or maybe because it’s 2017 and I’m tired of the hyperbolic reactions to literally everything, but I’m not here for all the dramatic responses. The simplest answer is usually the correct one. I think the saying in med school is something like “If you hear hooves, it’s probably a horse, not a zebra.” That pretty much carries through most areas of life and the simplest explanation is almost always the correct one. Let’s break down three things real quick.
• dUN DA DA DA DUN DUN DUN EEEAAAUUUOUUU
• everyone clapped for SO LONG when anthony enters like damn
• brandon SLAYED as burr tonight
• anthony had SO MUCH ENERGY like SHIT SON this boy was TURNT
• i didn’t know just how uninterested burr is during my shot he liTERALLY READS A BOOK IN THE CORNER BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• brrRRRRAAHH brrRRRRAAHH
• thayne has a booty???
• my shot choreography is LIT AF
• there’s a cool transition between my shot and story of tonight and i really appreciate it
• oNE LAST ROUND GENTS
• okay WOW i understand why everyone ships lams so much now
• john and alex totally fucked that night and no one can convince me otherwise like even later during farmer refuted john be walkin funny boi got laaaaaaid
• at first when peggy enters she looks excited then she realize where she is and imMEDIATELY LOOKS SO DONE BAHAHAHAHAHAH
• eliza is literally just dragging peggy behind her the whole time wtf
• eVeRyOnE??? is here during this song i did NOT expect that
• hEED NOT THE R-
• LITERALLY poor sam tho he came out to have a good time and got so attacked rn
• the rest of the hamilsquad has to distract burr so he can’t stop alex and i LOVE THAT DETAIL
• aMERICA, ITS NOT ME ITS YOU
• the choreography for you’ll be back is not what i expected AT ALL and it’s EVEN BETTER
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN
• rip ensemble member
• hErE cOmEs ThE gEnErAl
• the liGHTING HERE DAMN (reprise)
• no wonder washington is so petty BURR JUST SHOWED UP UNANNOUNCED IN HIS TENT AND ASKED FOR A JOB
• “close the door on ur way out” OHHHHHHHH
• alternatively: “close the door on ur way out” “we’re in a tent sir”
• that end choreography looks hard damn
• cARLEIGH HEY
• hEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY
• the lanterns are cool
• ANTHONY DABBED DURING HELPLESS
• MY HEART
• flower girl hercules mulligan is my spirit animal
• what if #2830404827: what if hamilton was a harem anime
• salty unrequited romance song (feat. sisterly bonds and shit)
• wOAH THE REWIND CHOREOGRAPHY IS JUST HOLY S H I T
• tHIS IS FUCKING AMAZING THO LIKE THE ANGELICA POV DAMN
• bUT NOW SHELL NEVER BE SATISFIED
• tHERES HOPE FOR OUR ASS AFTER ALL
• the “you are the worst burr” line is even funnier live bAHAHAHAHAHAH
• why do i feel like theodosia isn’t real like that story is pretty fishy to me i mean a pretty girl?? married to a British officer?? who we never see ever?? *puts on skepticals*
• wAIT FOR IT (that cheeseburger i ordered an hour ago, where the fuck is it??)
• wait for it is such a small number live AS IT SHOULD BE IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE
• PREACHA PREACHA PREACHA
• TEACH YA TEACH YA TEACH YA
• everyone hates that guy vol. 1
• CHARLES LEE ™
• yES KICK HIS ASS JOHN
• counting to ten with increasing energy and homoeroticism ™
• the sexual tension between john and charles in this is fucking INSANE
• WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THIS
• THIS IS LIKE HAMILTON’S VERSION OF “I DONT DANCE” FROM FUCKING HSM2
• of course john shoots him he’s fucking amazing
• LEE FLAT OUT YELPS WHEN HE GETS SHOT AND JUST FLOPS ON THE FLOOR AHAHAHAHAH
• eVERYBODY DO THE FLOP
• daddy issues vol.1
• dOnT cAlL mE sOn
• eliza sings about support and that’s about it
• bUNS and cHIPS and sEVERAL TYPES OF DIPS
• jk I can rap the whole thing
• bish u thot
• sICK JUMPS
• GET YER RIGHT HAND MAN BACK
• wait at least think about the letter you sending first tho
• i think you misspelled “right” dude
• daddy issues resolved song
• history has its eyeeeeeees ooooon-wait we have to fight a war fuck
• lets go win ourselves a war bitches
• monsieur hamilton MONSIEUR L A F A Y E T T E
• the CHOREOGRAPHY
• everyone claps at the end of the dance sequence AS THEY SHOULD
• that’s a big ass flag u sure that’s a handkerchief lafayette?
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.1
• when he says “im so blue” he stamps his foot and the spotlight he’s in changes from red to blue bAHAHAHAHAH
• WELL GUESS WHAT?? YOU CANT GOVERN FOR SHIT AHAHAHAHHA
• “bye felicia” - king george III
• dear theodoge what 2 say 2 u
• the CHAIRS IN FRONT OF THEM MAKE IT LOOK LIKE THEYRE STANDING OVER CRIBS
• uH OH
• JOHN NO
• J O H N
• having to watch the rest of the hamilsquad reading the letter in the back does NOT MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER
• [through tears from last song] a-a…after the war i went back to n-new york
• this whole songs choreography is just WOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWWOOW
• eVERYONE IS HERE WOAH
• rUN TO THE BATHROOMS
• pICK UP THE HAMILTINI
• bUY A TSHIRT
• rUN BACK
• [JAZZ HANDS]
• oh damn the slaves are here
• S A L L Y H E M I N G S I S H E R E
• thomas we are engaged.
• seth is having WAYYYYYYY too much fun
• gonna just prance around here
• ITS THE RAP BATTLE
• THEY HAVE MICROPHONES
• JEFF DROPS THE MIC AND MADISON CATCHES IT BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA
• cabinet audience is unamused
• [PRANCES WILDLY] WHATEVER THE HELL IT IS YOU DO IN MONTICELLO
• i love that tjeffs is totally chill until alex insults mads and he immediately just is like NO ONE INSULTS MY BOYFRIEND
• exCUSE ME?!?????
• “that’s an order from your comman-i mean president”
• UN DEUX TROIS
• PHILIP MY BABY
• CAN YOU NOT DIE JUST THIS ONE SHOW
• ANTHONY WENT BALLISTIC WHEN HE SAID CINQ LIKE HE SUDDENLY WAS LIKE “un deux trois catre CIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINQ”
• oh please angelica your comma flirting is nothing compared to the shit alex and john exchanged
• my love interests are either upstate or dead therefore i shall have an affair and immediately regret it
• NOOOOOOO SIRRRR
• i like the lampposts they look nice
• I NEED TO BE AT THAT DINNER PARTY
• alex still looks shook from his affair at the beginning of room where it happens lmao
• PREVIOUSLY CLOSED, BROS
• OSHIT THAT TABLECLOTH JUST
• burr does some shit vol.1
• “daddys gonna find out any minute” [velociraptor screeching in background] “…..im sure he already knows”
• BURR BYE 👋
• DADDYS CALLING
• salt squad unite
• I LOVE THAT BURR JUST POPS UP OUT OF NOWHERE AND JEFF LOOKS SO SHOOK WHEN HE STARTS RANDOMLY SINGING
• wHICH I WROTE
• i dIDNT KNOW HE WASNT ONSTAGE UNTIL THAT LINE
• daddy issues vol.2
• im sorry but fucking what
• shut up and have a drink
• ALEX TAKES MULTIPLE SHOTS BEFORE WRITING THE ADDRESS AAHAHHAHAAHHA SAMEEEEEEEEE
• THAYNE IS WEARING A FANCY HAT
• [WEEPS] GEORGE WASHINGTONS GOING HOME
• dId YoU mIsS mE vol.2
• JOHN ADAMS FFFFFFFFFFF
• GEORGE STAYS ON AND MIMICS BURR AHAHHAHAHAH
• SIT DOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER
• they all enter one by one and you can just see alex get more and more stressed out with each one that comes in
• IM GONNA JUST REVEAL MY AFFAIR FOR NO GOOD REASON TO MY ENEMIES WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA I NEED TO TELL THE WORLD FIRST
• OH NO THAT WASNT A GOOD IDEA EITHER FUCK
• oF COURSE SHES NOT HERE FOR YOU NUMBNUTS
• [is lowkey salty about congratulations not existing]
• the song sounds so serious on the album but the choreography makes it SO FUNNY HAHAHAHAHAHAH
• GEORGE IS HERE
• HOLY SHIT THERES ACTUAL FIRE IN BURN
• SHIT SON
• oh no
• OH NO
• O H N O
• [CRIES FOREVER]
• [CRIES SOME MORE]
• wait there’s an election fuck
• vOTE BURR BITCHES
• hE DIDNT VOTE BURR BITCHES
• OH NO
• O H N O
• THIS IS WHY YOU DONT THROW AWAY YOUR SHOT
“I mean, who does he think he is?” Simon hisses through a mouthful of cherry scone. I look up from my textbook and follow Simon’s
gaze to where Baz is sitting across the room, facing the other way.
don’t know, Simon,” I sigh, “how dare
he have the audacity to wear eyeliner?”
roll my eyes and sip my coffee. Simon
had always had an odd obsession with Baz, although perhaps paranoia is closer
to the mark.
he elbows me gently, “what do you think he’s plotting?”
turns to me, looking betrayed. “Baz is always plotting, you know that.”
I, Simon?” I raise an eyebrow. “If I had
a scone for every time you were convinced he was plotting and it turned out to
be nothing, I’d have too many scones to count.
Besides, what dastardly plan could he possibly have that involves
to distract me,” he assures me, “to slow down my progress. To get inside my head.”
happened long ago.”
frowns. “Whatever. We’ve got to do something.”
“We? Oh, no.
If you have something against Baz’s style choices, you can deal with it
yourself. I’m not getting involved.”
I’ll deal with it,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “I’ll give him something to think about.”
The next morning, Simon marches into the dining hall
with pastel pink hair and triumph in his smirk.
He drops into his seat next to me with a tray full of cherry scones and
seems more relaxed than I’ve seen him in a long time.
shoots me a look.
course I do,” I relent, “and it looks good.”
grins. “It drove Baz mad.”
you sure? Baz is sort of in a constant
state of mad.”
sure,” he chuckles, “I’ve never seen him look so flustered.”
did you even do this?”
night. I got some pink hair dye from
choke on my scone. “You dragged my
roommate into this?”
no big deal,” he brushes it off, “she has like twenty boxes of the stuff, in
all different colours. She said she
would dye my hair anytime.”
this game won’t last that long,” I mutter.
It does. It lasts
on Monday, Baz is wearing a black leather jacket with gold studs on the shoulders.
on Tuesday, Simon deviates from his Watford uniform and shows up wearing a
knitted sweater in a softer shade of yellow than I would have thought possible.
a series of sketches. I’ve never been
much of an artist, but suddenly my margins are filling up with the latest
installments of this fashion war. I
mentally title the series “Punk vs Pastel”.
I’d thought Simon and Baz were already rivals on every possible medium. Clearly I was wrong. Those two could make a battle out of a
week later, after they’ve both had the chance to get out and go shopping, Baz
adds ripped black jeans to the ensemble while Simon adds light-wash jeans. Baz gets combat boots. Simon gets Converse in a pink that matches
his hair, that is until he enlists Trixie’s help again and switches to lilac. I start using coloured pencils in my
drawings. Because what would this war be
without the colours?
slicks back his hair with gel.
wears a flower crown of rosebuds.
gets black lipstick.
only imagine what the two of them living together must be like right now.
my answer the next day, when I find a smudge of that black lipstick on Simon’s
chin and a dazed look in his eyes.
Two moms, four kids. What could possibly go wrong? The Griffin-Woods family seemingly has the perfect life, at least until Lexa’s (over?)zealousness as NYC’s top young prosecutor means she starts making some very dangerous enemies whose only goal is to remove her from the equation. By any means necessary.
Since we’re ramping up for the last twelve chapters and I still felt like I should give you guys something more for the 2000+ kudos and the 1000+ comments on the fic, here is the timeline a handful of people had asked for.
The timeline is color coded. For example: if it’s a Lexa event/chapter it’s green, Clarke is blue, Clexa is grey, chapters that are mostly family is beige, and the kids each have their own color.
Obviously this is full of spoilers so if you haven’t caught up/haven’t read it then don’t look at the timeline.
A/N: I’m back! Idk if anyone noticed but yeah, I’ve been taking a break for a month and a half. In between I’ve posted a couple of things but not much so here’s a Sirius one shot.
This was inspired a bit by Pride and Prejudice? The reader (Elizabeth) is also flawed, along with Sirius (Darcy ofc). Idk, it isn’t really, but I felt there are some similarities in Sirius’ behaviour whilst I was writing it.
Description: Your sixth year of Hogwarts comes with the lesson that people are not always who they seem to be.
Warnings: None, unless you count grammar errors because I can’t be bothered to proof-read rn.
Word Count: 1626
The stream of noise from Platform 9 and ¾ filtered through into your empty compartment on the scarlet Hogwarts Express. You hadn’t seen the point in clogging up the platform with a long good-bye, so you had boarded way before any of your friends. You were sure they would come and find you eventually. Of course, you had a book resting in your lap for the journey, eyes cast down over its yellowing pages.
Slowly, the platform became less crowded, and the train was soon full of the familiar racket that accompanied the journey. Friends re-uniting with friends after the long summer, enemies finding enemies to establish that they still hated each other. Ha. You wondered idly how long it would be until James Potter and Sirius had their first encounter with Snape. It could be happening right now. James and Sirius always liked to be the first for everything. In obvious things, like the House Cup, but also little things. Like the first detention of the year. The first house point deduction, the first prank on the First Years, the first to annoy everyone in the common room. They wore their punishments like crowns.
Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part four.
arrives back, but still nothing seems to be getting sorted out.
you everyone for your kind words about the series! It’s so nice to get your
came on the door, stirring you from your bed. It was officially the next day
and you were still stuck in your bedroom, unable to get out at all.
Dean’s voice came from the other side of the door. The smell of bacon hit your
nostrils before his voice had registered in your mind. Your stomach ached for a
decent breakfast while your mind ached for something else to look at apart from
these four walls.
“So dude,” said Nino mildly, appearing over Adrien’s shoulder as he tended to do sometimes, “were you ever planning to tell me you were in love with Ladybug, or were you just gonna leave me out in the cold over here?”
Adrien froze, heart leaping into his mouth and face going hot. “Uhh, in love with who now?”
Nino slung an arm around his shoulders. “The girl you have all over your notebook, my dude. Superheroine extraordinaire. That chick who leaps all over the city in skintight spandex. That one.”
“It’s not spandex,” said Adrien automatically, before he could stop to think about how it’d sound, “it’s actually made out of—… Uh.”
You’d been driving for just over an hour until Steve pulled the car into what looked like some abandoned warehouse. Your eyes moved to Bucky’s head resting on your shoulder before you gave him a gentle nudge, waking him before the car stopped.
It took no time before Steve quickly got out to open your door, giving you a small reassuring smile and a nod to Bucky. You grabbed Buck’s hand as you pulled yourself out of the car, your head turning as you heard the loud engine of the impala; watching as Sam and Dean pulled up behind you. You always loved that damn car.
“This way” Sam Wilson yelled out so Sam and Dean could hear as he walked ahead of you, reaching to the bottom of the roller door and pulling it up to reveal the inside of the warehouse.
Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you walked inside, raising an eyebrow as you looked around. You looked over to your right, noticing weapons and gear laid out on a steel table. Your eyes focused on Steve’s shield first before noticing the more dangerous weapons… you soon realized this wasn’t going to one of the regular fights you were used to.
Keith knows he’s doomed the moment Lance rests his arm on the wall behind him, leans a little closer and asks what such a pretty face is doing in a place like this: a fraternity house neither of them even go to. Keith stares up into pretty blue eyes and a bright smile that promises a whole world of fun and tells him, “Waiting for you to get me a drink.”
Confusion crossed Maggie’s face as an unfamiliar text
message tone went off in her back pocket while she sat at her desk trying to
complete the mountain of paperwork she’d be assigned. As she reached into her
pocket and pulled out a phone that felt very different to the touch, she
quickly brought it around to examine it.
Yup. Just as she suspected. The phone wasn’t hers, but her
girlfriend of almost 7 months’.
The phone was covered with a case that read “Be with you,
may the force” with Yoda’s signature ears coming into view at the very bottom.
(A birthday present from Winn and Alex had loved.)
She pressed the home button on the iPhone and looked at the
message on the screen over the picture of Maggie and Alex laying together on
their couch both looking up at the camera with large smiles. (What? It could be
From Lucy :) :)
(9:44 am): I’m coming to see your ass. It’s been too long. Hope you missed me a
Maggie’s eyebrows furrowed and she immediately felt a flood
of jealousy down her spine.
Who the fuck was
Lucy? And what was she doing sending Maggie’s girlfriend winky faces?
Maggie had to text back. It was for science, right? She had
to find out what the X was in the equation.
To Lucy :) (9:45 am): And why
would I miss you?
Maggie knew that Alex liked to give attitude through all
forms of communication, except when her and Maggie were alone and Alex was the
sweetest, most gentle human Maggie had ever met, but that was strictly reserved for Maggie and sometimes
Another message came quickly after that, startling Maggie slightly.
From Lucy :)
(9:45 am): Oh, come on. You miss me and you can’t even deny it. You’re probably
excited to see me, but I know you and you like to be a grumpus. Let me know
where you’ll be at noon. Can’t wait to see you ;)
Another fucking winky face. Maggie was seething.
She stood quickly and pulled her jacket on.
“Where are you going? Cap wants these papers done by Friday.”
Her partner McConnell asked.
“I’ve got some business to take care of.” Maggie growled. “Let
Cap I’m headed to the DEO on official business.”
“Want me to come? You know I dig a good fight.” The man
Maggie wanted to slap it off of his pale ass face. “No. This
is business I can handle on my own.”
She made her way out of the precinct and to her squad car
quickly, her anger fueling her tiny body to walk faster than usual.
It only took her 20 minutes to get to the DEO where she
parked her car in the huge lot with all the Agents’. As she made her way into
the large building, she tried to get her thoughts in order.
Was Alex really cheating on her?
Maggie felt her heart ache at the thought. She had fallen
for Alex harder than she had ever fallen for anyone. How could she not? Alex
was smart, beautiful, caring, loving, understanding, strong, and so much more.
She made it a point to tell Maggie how much she loved her every single day. And
when she wasn’t telling Maggie, she was showing
her. Through kisses, small touches, drawn baths, food ready when Maggie got to their apartment, and many other ways.
If this was all true, Maggie would be ruined.
Tears pricked her eyes as she flashed her badge of
clearance, the Alex had begged Pam to give to Maggie, to the guards watching
the front. She pushed them back once cleared and headed straight the elevator.
There she found Kara, J’onn, Winn, and Alex all around the
center panel going over something on Winn’s iPad.
Winn was the first to see her and his face lit up like a kid
on his birthday. She knew that Winn thought she was one of the coolest people
he’d ever met. Besides Alex of course.
Alex’s head shot up at the name the biggest smile spread
across her face. If Maggie hadn’t been angry, her heart would have leapt into
her throat at the sight.
(Who was she kidding? Her heart was going crazy at the sight
of the woman she loved.)
“Hey, Mags. What are you doin’ here? I thought you were
caught up with paperwork all day?” Alex asked, the smile never leaving her
But Maggie really wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
“Can I talk to you?” Maggie asked, the emotion heavy in her
voice. She glanced at Kara, J’onn and Winn who were all watching on with pointed
Alex’s face showed confusion for a minute and Kara heard her
heart rate pick up and J’onn heard her mind begin racing through what could
possibly be wrong.
“Uh, sure. Let’s go to my office.” Alex stated with a shaky
As they walked away, Kara turned to J’onn with questioning
eyes. He sighed back. “This isn’t going to be a pretty conversation.”
Maggie and Alex reached Alex’s private office a couple minutes
later. The office was small, but nice. It was the size of an average bedroom
and was furnished with a desk, a couch, a small television on the wall, and a
twin sized bed.
It was where Maggie found herself napping while Alex was
finishing work in her lab and Maggie didn’t want to be alone in their
apartment. Alex would often finish in the lab and press kisses all over Maggie’s
face to wake her up and take her home.
So many amazing memories.
Tears pricked at Maggie’s eyes again.
Alex sat on the bed and Maggie opted to stand with her arms
crossed and her lips pursed. There was a few moments of silence as Maggie tried
to get her emotions together in order to begin the conversation.
Sensing the emotions on her perfect girlfriend’s face, Alex
decided to start the conversation. “Baby, whatever it is, you can talk to me.” She
stated softly. The fear in her voice was evident.
Maggie took a deep breath. “I’m only going to ask you this
one time, and you better not fucking lie to me.”
“Okay.” Alex nodded.
“…Are you cheating on me?” Maggie whimpered out, her eyes
filling with tears as she got it out.
Alex’s eyes widened at the question and she immediately shot
up from the bed. “What?! No!”
Maggie pulled out the phone to show to Alex with the message
still on the screen. “Don’t fucking lie to me, Alex! Who the fuck is Lucy? And why
is she asking if you miss her? And why
is she coming to see you?”
Alex’s eyes quickly read the message on the screen. “Wait
Lucy? Like Major Lucy Lane?” Alex cocked her head to the side. “Babe, Lucy is
my boss. Her dad is the General. She oversees the desert base of the DEO and
handles all of the affairs we have with The White House in D.C.”
Alex’s face immediately softened. “Lucy was one of my best
Maggie felt so so
“Oh.” Maggie swallowed.
“Yeah. And I never mentioned her because we had a bit of a
falling out before she left and I really haven’t had the time to think about
it, you know, with dealing with aliens trying to kill me every day.” She chuckled.
Maggie looked down at the ground and bit her lower lip. She felt
so guilty for accusing Alex of
cheating. Alex had never been anything but amazing to her, and she might have
just ruined it all.
“Hey,” Alex softly stated, stepping forward to lift Maggie’s
head to meet her eyes, “it’s okay. I understand.”
Maggie let tears fill her eyes again, but this time in
remorse. A few fell before she got out a strangled, “I’m so sorry, Alex.”
“Maggie, it really is okay.” Alex smiled at her girlfriend,
reaching up to wipe the tears away with her thumbs. “I mean, I get why you got
so upset. If I had read a message like that with a winky face from a girl in
your phone that I didn’t know, I would be pissed too.”
“But I just assumed. I didn’t even give you time to explain.”
“Again, I probably would have done the same thing. We can’t
help our emotions.”
Yet again, Maggie was shown how amazing her girlfriend was
and she was falling in love with her all over again.
“How did I get so lucky?” Maggie asked herself out loud
while she reached up to cup Alex’s face.
“Eh. I’m not all that.”
“No. You’re everything. I love you so much.” Maggie
“I love you, too.” Alex leaned down to place a sweet kiss on
Maggie’s lips. “Now, can we just freak out a little because Lucy is coming?! She’s always the life
of the party, and to be honest, you’re probably going to love her.”
“I bet I will.” Maggie laughed. “But she isn’t allowed to
send you winky faces.”
Maggie pretty much had a patent on that and it was enough to
set Alex’s body aflame.
“Good luck with that. That woman is a flirt.” Alex chuckled.
Jealousy flared up in Maggie’s abdomen again. “If she flirts
with you, she’s gonna go from Major to Minor in about 20 seconds.”
“Calm down, Ms. Jealous pants.” Alex joked, poking Maggie in
the stomach. “I only have eyes for you.”
“You better.” Maggie joked back.
There was a pause and Alex gasped. “That makes so much
sense! Of course I had your phone. I was really confused as to why Lena was
thanking me about the ‘tips’ I’d given her.”
Maggie couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her mouth
at the sight of Alex’s grimace. “Sounds about right.”
It took one look
at Lucy Lane to have Maggie draped all over Alex all night. The woman was beautiful. Actually, beautiful was an
Hell, if Maggie was single, she’d be all in.
And Alex was right. Lucy was a flirt. And Maggie was pissed.
Maggie decided at that moment that she most definitely did not like Lucy Lane.
A COURT OF WINGS AND RUIN - Pre-Release Discussion
So ACOWAR, the third and final book in Sarah’s A Court of Thorns and Roses series, is coming out soon. And I thought I should make a post discussing all my theories, and everything I’d like to happen in this book.
I do know that there will be novellas and some spin-off novels but when I say final, I mean the final book told from Feyre’s POV. Sarah did say that Rhys and Feyre’s character arc would be over by ACOWAR.
Anyway, onward with the discussion!
I’d like to discuss the things I’d like to happen first in this book and the likelihood of those things happening:
So since, I assume from the final chapters of ACOMAF, ACOWAR will be told alternate from Rhys and Feyre’s POV’s I think we’ll get to see the interactions going on at both the Spring and Night courts. So what do I want see?
Well for one, I want to see more interaction between the Inner Court and Feyre’s sisters. Particularly Nesta x Cassian interaction. Because they’re OTP.
I would also love to see Mor and Amren interact with Nesta and Elain, I feel those conversations would be interesting. A little heart to heart maybe?
I want to see Elain stand up for herself. Right now, she seems to be operating under the shade of Nesta’s umbrella of protection. But I want to see Elain make a decision that Nesta doesn’t approve of, (choosing to mate with Lucien, ahem ahem) and sticking with that decision because its hers. I just feel like underneath all that sweetness, Elain could be such a badass.
Lucien/Elain interaction. I want to see how Lucien’s sharp edges will clash with Elain’s softer, sweeter self.
A loving scene between Rhys and Feyre wherein Feyre draws or paints Rhys is very welcome. Please Sarah. My heart needs this.
I want to hear more about Rhys’ sister. We hear about his mother, but not his sister. We don’t even know her name. I hope Sarah will get into depth about her.
I want to see some badass humans. It’s something I doubt we’ll see, but all I hear is how humans are usually weak and afraid and blah blah. But what I want to see is a human who has zero fear for the fae, can hold their own against them in a fight, and takes no crap from them. That would be amazing.
MOR AND AZRIEL LOVE. PLEASE SARAH
I want to visit other courts, or even the lands beyond Prythian.
Nesta and Elain being as powerful as any High Lord. The two of them having mind-blowing powers would be interesting.
Okay, let’s move on to theories, because guys, I have a LOT.
Feyre’s mom is alive. Possibly. I don’t know, I feel like she’s shady as hell. I feel like she has something to do with all of this.
I bet Myriam and Drakon will be in this book. They were mentioned in ACOMAF and I feel like they have a role to play.
Nesta’s going to be the one to kill Hybern. Right now, we might think that Rhys or Feyre will do it, but I think Nesta will. In that scene in ACOMAF where she sort of flips off Hybern, that scene was prophetic. SHE WILL END HYBERN WITH HER FIRE POWERS.
Tarquin will definitely make up with Rhys. He was a great dude, they’ll become allies. (yay)
Cassian and Nesta are MATESSSSS
Lucien will be on Feyre’s side. He’ll convert I’m sure. Feyre will convert him to #TeamNightCourt
Some say Feyre’ll be pregnant. Now I doubt this theory, but it is possible. Sarah discusses childbirth and the rarity of it a bit. Also during that scene with The Bone Carver, Feyre sees an eight-year old boy with black hair and blue eyes. At first I thought it was young Rhys, but with this theory, possibly he could be the future son. Future High Lord.
I also bet we’ll catch a glimpse of the wings of Rhys’ mom and sister. It’s going to be at the Spring Court. IN TAMLIN’S ROOM I BET. THAT ASSHOLE.
We’ll finally get to see what Rhys’ beast form is. Maybe Feyre’ll be trapped or something and Rhys will yield to the beast to save her.
Lastly, I have here a list divided into three groups: People who BETTER NOT DIE, NEUTRAL, and THEY BETTER DIE.
As you got into your car, the rain started to fall. It was heavy on your windshield, was relentless as you drove. You wanted to enjoy it, but it made you sad.
You drove a little slower, always afraid that your wheels would be too wet from the rain and cause you to spin out. You robotically turned your signal on, looked through your mirrors, and turned down your street. Ignored the voice that wished you’d get into a car accident.
You hoped the boys weren’t home. You quietly prayed to God above that for once they’d be out of the house and away from you. Lately, you’d just felt so ashamed when you were around them. If they knew what you had done, you feared they’d never want you–or at least not like they wanted you before.
You knew their love for you was based on more than just your physical features, but knowing that you were tainted almost made you sick. Having a daily conversation with the boys suddenly became a chore. There were times when you couldn’t sleep, afraid something or someone would come and hurt you.
You just wanted to take another long shower, crawl under the covers, and hope for a better day tomorrow.
You unlocked the door with a heavy sigh once you made it home. You pushed it open. Peeked through.