Hello :} I would like to request a scenario where Yaku starts bringing his best friend (chubby! reader) to hang out with the boys more often, she seems shy at first & Kuroo grows curious about & notices that she’s p cute, but when he starts taunting her she always responds with something more sassy which catches him off guard. They end up getting along really well & Kuroo asks her out! Thank you so much <3

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Super duper cute! I love this idea! Though, I am not very familiar with writing for Yaku, so please give me any pointers if I screw up! Thanks for requesting, love! – Admin Satori ❤

Kuroo Tetsurou:

“Are you sure about this, Mori? I don’t want to impose on you and your guy time…”

“No, no, no, it’s fine, _________. You wanted to hang out after school, right? Well, I have practice, so we can chat between breaks and hang out just fine.”

Yaku waved off your worried glance, and you couldn’t help but sigh a little in defeat as he led you towards the doors of the gym, “But what if they make fun of me? Or are jerks?”

Dark brown eyes glanced at you from over his shoulder, and you felt an embarrassed flush come over your cheeks, “Then I’ll kick their asses. Duh.” As if it were the most simplest thing in the world. You rolled your eyes and nudged your shoulder against your best friends, “You’re going to do just fine. You’ve got a smart mouth, and I know of a few of the guys who would really like for you to bully them.”

You laughed loudly, “What? Bully them? I wouldn’t ever think of doing something so mean!”

The gym doors opened before you, revealing a smirking, very familiar third year, “Ah… Yaku, you’re late. Again.”

Immediate irritation flashed on Yaku’s face, “Am not! You’re just here an hour early.” Walking in, Yaku huffed, closing his eyes and frowning from the glimpse of the team before him, “Why isn’t anyone practicing? If you’re all here, might as well be practicing! Get to work!”

You couldn’t hide the quiet laugh behind your hand at your best friends irritation – now seeing first hand why he was always so stressed out. His team was a bunch of lazy cats and fierce tigers. Neither really doing much to improve their focus on the practice before them.

But your laughing caught the attention of the slyest of all, golden eyes glancing at you from the corner of his eye before looking back at Yaku, “So… You and the LP, huh?”

Kuroo wasn’t exactly easy to miss. You had him for your chemistry class – though you were partnered with Yaku. You’d asked him for help on problems before, but it was only ever for educational benefit; A conversation between the two of you outside the classroom had never before been a thing. And now here he was, asking such a personal question of you? Out of the blue? You coughed in surprise and stared up at him with wide eyes, the sight making his heart jump in his chest – why?

Quickly, maybe too eagerly, you shook your head, “O-oh! N-no! We’re not dating!” Then you frowned and gave the tall young man a confused stare, “What does LP mean?”

His chuckle made your skin erupt in goosebumps, but you chose to ignore it completely. “LP? Come on, _______, I thought you were smarter than that.” Kuroo let out a dramatic sigh, his golden eyes now focused solely on you, finding your confusion laced eyebrows and puzzled pout to be… well, he thought it was pretty cute on your face. When you didn’t show any sign of answering his taunt, Kuroo cleared his throat, “LP… it means ‘Little Person’.”

You rolled your eyes and looked away from the tall captain, “He may be short, but he’s more suited to be a Captain than you are.” That was mean. You flinched at your own words and looked away with another pout forming on your lips, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to be rude…. But you are severely slacking in getting your cats in order.” You waved your hand out in front of you, motioning to Yaku suddenly doing a roundhouse kick to Lev’s butt, making the bean pole yelp in surprise before whining to his senpai about being rough with him.

The bite in your criticism did sting a little. Kuroo would admit, you packed quite the punch, but he was a big boy and could handle the criticism just fine. “You’re fine.” You stared down at your shoes, genuinely feeling bad about your quick to the trigger judgement. Kuroo noticed this, and smirked as he leaned down to your level, his face only a few inches from the side of yours, making you freeze any movement; You even stopped breathing. Why was he so goddamn close? Didn’t this cat know the meaning of personal space? “Ohoho? If you’re so upset about what you said, why don’t you make it up to me?”

What a ridiculous idea! You snorted and turned your face, meeting his eyes directly, your noses just a hair length away from touching each other, “In your dreams, Cat-Man.” Kuroo was surprised by your abrupt challenging of his own tease, and actually took a step back before standing straight. His eyes squinted as he stared down at you, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Your defenses suddenly shot up around you, not liking how his eyes seemed to be analyzing your every movement – every little twitch of your body or the slightest breeze from outside rustling your clothing or hair. His eyes caught it all. You wondered if he could see the rate at which your heart was beating in your throat.

Then a smile slowly formed on his lips – not a smile… a smirk. A knowing, confident smirk pulling his lips, making the corner of his eyes crinkle just the slightest. You licked your bottom lip, either to moisturize or because of something you’d seen in him, you couldn’t tell. But he noticed, his golden eyes having seen your pink muscle gliding across your lips – wondering what you tasted like.

Internally, Kuroo couldn’t stop his heart from beating almost completely out of his chest, his nerves on edge from seeing you so close, from having been to actually get a faint waft of your breath in his own mouth. He cursed himself for getting in your face, and he cursed any genetic disorder he had for having two separate personalities as it seemed he had; One panicking dork and the other a egotistical confident captain… Kuroo worried, wondered, if you’d see the real him.

“What?” You tried again, making Kuroo suddenly inhale before looking away from you completely, a quiet tint of pink taking residence in his cheeks.

He shook his head, “Nothing – nothing… Just…” Another smirk pulled his lips, “Debating.”

You frowned at his short answer, feeling that same irritation your best friend felt with the captain on a daily basis. “Debating, what?” You wanted to know! What was this scheming captain thinking about?

A raised black eyebrow was thrown your way, and you gave him a wary stare, “On two things…” You rolled your wrist, motioning him to get it out already, “I’m trying to decide if I want you as my girlfriend or if I want you as my bully… Very different outcomes but pretty much the same feelings.” He snickered, and your face flushed a violent red at his confession.

“K-Kuroo-san… A.. I-I… Uh…” Your brain short circuited, and Kuroo chuckled quietly, but the blush on his own cheeks didn’t go unnoticed by your eye – he was just as embarrassed as you in this situation. Only, he had been prepared for what he was going to say in the moment – you were taken by complete surprise! “I…. Uh… I would rather be-“

“Hey! Quit chatting, Kuroo. We have work to do and you’re not escaping Dives this time!” Yaku grumbled as he grabbed the front of Kuroo’s jersey and tugged him over to the team, leaving you in an embarrassed state – watching the ever bold sly captain be forced onto the court. Kuroo’s golden eyes didn’t leave yours as he was pulled to his team, only breaking the intense stare down when Yaku sent a karate chop to Kuroo’s side for being preoccupied.

What would your answer be?

I feeeeeel like this quickly got off topic… and I realize I have two different portrayals of Kuroo going on on the blog hehehe… hope you liked it!

So cute!! I think you wrote Yalu just fine! He’s snappy and focused like that so good job!

It’s not Vday themed but could I have scenarios where Kise, Midorima, Murasakibara and Aomine sticking up for protecting their sisters ( in Aomine’s case Momoi).

imagine-knb:

Not a problem, I might be able to manage to sprinkle in some V-day here and there! These came out more as reactions than scenarios – Admin Jade

Kise

“It was very stupid of you to mess with my sister,” Kise says, voice vibrating with rage. “But it was a death wish to mess with both of them.”

He picks up the two timing jackass, slamming him against the wall. “You may think I’m just a pretty face, but you’re about to find out how dangerous the rest of me is.”

Midorima

“I’ve been told you stole her lucky item,” Midorima says, his sister hiding behind his massive frame as he towers over the offending male. “Return it at once, or you’ll be the unlucky one.”

Murasakibara

“I told her making chocolates for you would be a waste of time,” Mursakibara grunts, eyes narrowed.

He leans closer, shadow swallowing the smaller frame of the boy who dared to accept a Valentine’s confession from the purple hair’s sister with no intention of reciprocation on White Day. “Now she’s crying and says she won’t ever make chocolates again,” he whines. The slamming of his fist against the locker makes the other flinch. “And it’s all your fault. I’m going to crush you for crushing her heart.”

Aomine

“Tetsuya,” Aomine drawls, leaning against the wall with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, “do you really not feel the same way for Satsuki as she does for you?”

His former shadow frowns then after a moment, shakes his head.

“Why the hell not?”

The question catches Kuroko off guard, as does the sudden increase in volume to Aomine’s tone. Swallowing unexpected nerves, he replies, “I just…she’s my friend. Nothing more.”

Aomine sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then figure out a way to make that crystal clear to her so she stops making a damn fool of herself.” Then his scowls returns. “She deserves better than that and you know it.”

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fanficspromptsandfun:

Flustered Dialogue Prompts

Safe to say these are semi nsfw

1. “I can’t keep this conversation going if you don’t put on pants/a shirt.”

2. “W-why are you looking at me like that?”

3. “Rumour has it, I make you nervous.”

4. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to–I um should’ve knocked. Um I-I’ll just go.”

5. “I can’t focus with your damn hand in my, ah–ooh…”

6. “Your face is heating up, is it something I said?”

7. “Wow I can’t believe I said that out loud, please excuse me while I go die of embarrassment.”

8. “Do you not like when I look at you like that?”

9. “You weren’t supposed to see me in this, so I’m just gonna go.”

10. “Heh, you’re awfully close–a-are we going to kiss now?”

Still working on drabbles but feel free to choose one of these too!

Oooh, these are fun

These are funny! Thought I’d add them to the list of options!

Consume Me!

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ASK: How about… omegaverse au featuring omega(s)! Hinata, Furihata, Sakurai, and Kenma experiencing their first heat since after getting together with their alpha!gf. Maybe a progression story for them getting to their gf to eventually actually mating with them? @3@ or however you see fit after reading my jumbled message.

I understand perfectly, I just hope I got this AU right and that you enjoy! Sorry it took so long!

It’s hot, plain and simple.

Kenma feels an annoying trickle of sweat snaking down the back of his neck. It’s distracting, which is bad since this level is really hard and he’s already died five times. Frowning, teeth grit, he endures, blessing the video game gods for an unexpected save point that allows him time to shuck his sweatshirt and socks. Did his roommate turn up the heater?

Downing the bottle of water next to him as though he’s just found an oasis in the desert, Kenma resumes his play, steadfastly ignoring the increasing temperature in favor of defeating the second form of the final boss on this level.

That is until Kuroo almost tears the hinges off his door. Startled the console falls from Kenma’s hands just as he was about to deal the finishing blow.

And he dies. Again.

But before he can reprimand Kuroo for his piss poor timing and completely unnecessary dramatics his former captain all but shouts, “What the fuck are you doing and why isn’t ______ here?”

Kenma stands, argument sharp on his tongue until he notices Kuroo is shivering slightly.

“Why are you cold? It’s like a furnace in here,” he says quietly.

When Hyuuga fixes him with that look, Furihata shrinks back. “How many times have you been told to make sure you’re with your alpha during your heat!” he snaps.

“Heat? Is…is that what’s happening?” Furihata asks voice shaky.

Hyuuga blinks rapidly. “You didn’t know? You…you’ve never had-”

Furihata shakes his head back and forth fast enough that Hyuuga’s afraid he’ll make himself pass out.

“Ok, ok, calm down,” he offers, stepping forward to attempt at comfort but the closer he gets the more his alpha calls to Furihata’s omega and that is not an experience he wants either of them to have. That and ______-chan will fucking murder him if he touches what’s hers. “Look,” he grits out, forcing himself to step back, “you need to get to her or get her here, which is it gonna be?”

“She’s not too far, I’ll run,” Furihata almost squeaks, tearing past Hyuuga who in the absence of the overwrought omega breathes a sigh of relief.

Maybe he can convince Riko to let him actually be the alpha tonight.

Sakurai pumps his legs but as his heat grows stronger so does the attention he’s garnering from other alphas. It’s embarrassing to say the least but he forces himself to focus only on getting to ______.

But in his haste and blind panic, he makes a wrong turn, ending up face to face with a group of women who positively radiate alpha.

“Oooooo, you’re a cutie,” one of them, a blonde, coos.

“And you smell so good,” another, this one with glasses, practically purrs.

“I…I’m sorry…” Sakurai whimpers, bottom lip trembling.

“No need to be sorry, love,” a previously unnoticed redhead assures, “but it does look like you could use some help. Feel like cooling off?”

The touch of a finger to his neck has Sakurai practicing salivating. He needs release but he doesn’t’ want it with just any alpha; he wants his alpha.

He shakes his head, back pedaling as fast as his shaking legs can take him. “So….sorry! I…I have to…I have a….”

“He has an alpha, bitches. Go get your own.”

Hinata whirls around, a mixture of relief and utter need playing across his face.

“What a shame, he’s a doll,” blondie supplies but backs off, they all do, when they see ______ will fuck them up if they touch what’s hers again.

“Come on Shoyou. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me but I’ll take care of you,” she says, grabbing his hand and tugging him in the direction of her house.

“Gwah! I…I need…it hurts…it…burns,” Hinata pants.

“I know baby, but I’m not mating you in the street. It’d be like dumping blood in shark infested waters. We’re almost there, hang on.”

They run faster and the moment the door shuts Hinata is writhing and humping against her, eager for any friction or stimulation he can get. She grabs the back of his hair, tugging back to expose his neck and latches on making him cry out. Forgoing the bedroom, ______ shoves Hinata onto the couch, whips off his pants and hers then crawls on top of him.

Normally she’d like to take her time but Hinata looks fevered and she’s afraid he’s going to pass out. As she sinks onto him, taking his weeping and blood rushed cock, Hinata sobs her name, fingernails tearing at the cushions.

She stills, stroking his face and kissing him gently, allowing his breathing to come back down a bit. “It’s ok, you’re ok now,” she whispers, rocking her hips experimentally. When the groan Hinata lets out isn’t laced with pain, she smiles. “I’m going to ride you now, baby. I’m going to make it all better, ok?”

He nods, leaning up to kiss her, trailing his hands through her hair. She grabs his wrists, pinning them above his head. Drawing up she slams back down, making Hinata’s mouth fall open in a perfect “o”, his breathing increasing once more.

“Keep your eyes on me, Shoyou, let me watch you,” she insists.

He obeys, the standing tears in his eyes rolling down still flushed cheeks.

“I love you,” he gasps.

“I love you too, Shoyou. Now, be a good boy and come for me.” She rides harder, grinding down, pumping him for all he’s worth. “Come on, Shoyou. That’s it, that’s it, good boy. You’re such…a…good…boy.”

Hinata’s whole body tenses, the release of his seed erupting into her eager body.

When he goes slack, she gets up to gather a towel and some water. By the time she returns, Hinata is curled up on his side, fast asleep.

Smiling, she sits side legged on the floor, trailing a delicate touch over his cheek. She still needs release of her own but for now she’ll let her little omega rest.

It is his first heat after all.

Recognized Pt. 3

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(Surprises)

Heat pulsed through your body as you forced your legs to move towards a polished marble table.

You palm the edge, but freeze when you feel a hand fumbling with the hem of your dress. Kou tosses it over your lower half and squeezes your bare ass.

“I’m afraid you’re a little too dressed.”

Kou’s lips graze your jaw as he roughly bunches up your dress up around your chest haphazardly.
Your bra’s off-kilter and now cutting into your shoulder. But you don’t care. All you’re focused on is one hand grazing up your right thigh. He’s a fucking tease.

You feel him stop for a split second. You feel every one of his fingers grip into your flesh just below where you need him. Your whole body feels electric. Suddenly, a smack lands on your ass. You let out a quick shriek and hear him grunt behind you.

He’s such. A. Fucking. Tease.

“You’ll address me only when I tell you to, understand?”

He takes off his tie that was hanging loosely down his chest. Then, he reaches to grab your hands and tie them together to sit just above your ass. The man has a good handle on knots, as you’re left helpless.

“Do you understand, slut?”

His lilting tone when he called you “princess” was gone. You nod slightly.

“Oh, that’s not good enough …” He bites just above your right collarbone.

“You asked for me to not hold back … So that means you play by my rules. So, I’ll ask one more time. Do you understand?”

The arm around your waist makes its way to your breasts … his palms enveloping one entirely and rolling a nipple between his fingers.

“Yes Kou. I understand.” Your voice is a lot less clear than you thought … coming out as more of a whimper. You feel him smile against your neck.

“Good.”

That’s when you hear a snap, your bra making its way to the floor. Then a zipper, your pesky dress shucked off for a split second before you’re face down on the table … Your nipples graze the surface as Kou tugs your hips back once – yanking your panties down. Twice – pulling his slacks down to free his cock from his boxers.

And a third time, his thickness against your folds has you keening for him before he’s even inside you.

Your breath is knocked from your lungs as you feel him stretch you all at once. His thighs press hard against your ass as he freezes, taking in just how tight you are.

You fought back the need to move your hips; but when Kou pulled out of you almost completely … Your desperation became all the more apparent.

“Please, Daddy.” The namesake flew out without a thought.

Suddenly, his dick is thrust back inside you harder than before …the slapping noises of skin on skin echoing off the tall ceilings. Sound can barely escape your throat as he hits the deepest parts of you. Then he thrusts again, his hand digging into your hair. And again, he pulls, yanking your head off the table.

You can hear him fight back a moan from deep within his chest, and you find yourself straining your arms against his silk tie. Kou has finally lost control, and by how heated your whole body had become… you were more than happy to feel his cock inside you, hear his deep baritone in your ear and god, did you want to touch him.

“The slut’s so good for Daddy … Fuck, she’s dripping for him.”

One of his hands that were both locked around your waist drops to play with your clit, making you even more needy.

“I’m gonna cum, Daddy. I can’t wait.”

“Not until I say so. Is the slut going to ask nicely?”

“Please …”

“Good girl.” But instead of continuing his ministrations, his right hand grasps your tied wrists and lifts you off the table in one go. You can feel your juices run down your thighs as you stand.

Soon, you’re flipped over his shoulder as he strides towards the bedroom. He makes you feel like you weigh nothing. He tosses you on the bed and you spread your legs, hoping he’ll get right to fucking you again. And thankfully, with how hard he is, he can’t wait either.

He climbs over your form, outstanding amounts of muscles hovering over you. You can see his chest heaving as he leans down to kiss you. But with your hands still tied, you still couldn’t touch. You arch your chest into the kiss, trying again to free yourself. He laughs quietly, untying you.

Your hands immediately try to pull him closer to you, your fingers ghosting down his chest. He lets you stroke his cock, still hard and throbbing with his lust to be inside you again. He groans, pinning your wrists to the bed himself.

“I want to see your face when you come for Daddy…”

He tosses a leg over his shoulder, realigns himself and slams inside you. You let out a soft scream, your mouth open but no sound coming out. You’re so so close. And with his cock grazing your most sensitive spot, you’re chasing your release with reckless abandon.

He seems to pick up on your desperation, picking up the speed. Your moans and gasps turning into repeated shrieks of his name, pressure reaching its peak.

Relief hits you as Kou angles his hips upwards with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Fuck yes, cum for Daddy, princess.”

You feel yourself tighten around him, your body awash in starlight and overwhelmed by the musky scent of him and you together.

You had no idea he’d finished, but when he slowly falls against you.

You felt a rush of pride as soreness in your hips set in. His salt and pepper hair tickles your breasts as he comes down from his high.

“Well, tonight ended a little differently than I thought.” You say after a minute of catching your breath.

You can feel him smile against your skin, and he raises his head to look you in the eyes.

“Ended pretty well, I’d say.”

“Well, of course.” You giggle and look at the clock on the side table, “Holy shit it’s 5 in the morning.”

“Get some rest, babe.” His arms wrap around your waist as he lays next to you.

“I’m even better in the morning.”

You find yourself waking up with a start as your phone vibrates. You read and reply to your friends, wanting to know “each and every detail of his penis” as you get up to use the bathroom. Then, you see his wallet on the marble table.

Curious, you open it. The black card he tossed at the front desk assistant apparently wasn’t Kou’s only account. Four other bank cards with “Platinum” “Star” and “Executive” stamped on them stuck out of the wallet’s pockets. You let out a small gasp when you pull out a thinner gold card.

It reads “Bokuto Koutaro: Chief Executive Officer of Pointe Entertainments” with four different numbers and even the company email.

Turns out he was the kinky CEO he was on stage. 😉

I don’t think I ever reblogged the conclusion for this!

Aomine Daiki: Double Trouble

Ask: Aomine scenario when he visits his parents during christmas with his wife and give them gifts, when his mom opens the gift, it’s a pair of tiny socks and a cute onesie. you know what I mean.. thanks 😉

I’m so sorry this is so, so, so late! I really hope you still enjoy it!

“Daiki! _______! It’s so good to see you!” Aomine’s mother hugs you tightly, then turns to her son smacking his chest. “Why did it take you so long to get out here?”

Aomine scowls though the look is less fearsome than usual. “It’s like I told you mom, I had training and _______’s work was being a bitch and-”

“Daiki! Language! Now, let’s get you inside and warmed up. It’s still so cold!”

Fluttering and twittering away, she leads the two of you into the house which smells of gingerbread and something stewed. You feel terrible that three holidays have passed without your presence to help celebrate but it’s as Daiki said and sometimes obligations just can’t be moved.

“Welcome home son,” his dad says extending a hand to shake after he pecks your cheek.

“Thanks pop,” Daiki sighs flopping onto the couch. As you sit next to him, he draws you closer, resting his chin on your shoulder. The overt affection is not lost on Aomine senior but before he can question it, Daiki’s mother re-enters the room with cups of hot coffee.

It smells heavenly and you savor the scent before setting down the cup.

“Aren’t you going to have a drink?” she asks.

“Oh, it’s…still a tad too hot,” you supply quickly.

Across from you, you see Daiki’s father quirk up an eyebrow, a sly smile beginning to play over his lips but he hides it behind his own sip of coffee.

“So, how have you been – other than busy?”

Your attention returns to Daiki’s mother whose taken up residence on your right side. “Um, Daiki got the promotion he was working towards,” you reply.

“That’s wonderful! So does that mean I’ll finally get those grandchildren I’ve been begging for?” she asks excitedly.

“Funny you should mention that-” Daiki mutters but your elbow in his stomach stops him from going on.

“What was that?” His mother never misses anything.

You go to stand but Daiki’s hand on your thigh stops you. “I’ll get it,” he says, standing to move to the foyer where you left your bags. When he returns he has a wrapped box which he hands to his mother. “Merry Christmas, Mom, sorry it’s so late.”

She smiles up at him, patting the couch and he sits before she tears open her present. Pulling away the tissue paper she squeals in delight at the sight of two sets of onesies and tiny socks. On her other side, you watch Daiki’s eyes widen before looking up at you.

His mother sees the expression gasping out, “Don’t tell me you didn’t tell him until now, too?”

You shake your head but as your lips part to answer Daiki’s already speaking. “She didn’t tell me there’s two.”

How to Outline: For Beginners to Writing Veterans

fictionwritingtips:

Let me start out by
defining a few things:

Pantsers

These types of writers generally plan out very little before
diving into their novels. They might have some ideas, maybe a small outline,
but they feel free to take their story in any direction they please. The lack
of outlining and planning lends itself to untethered creativity.

Plotters

These types of writers usually have some sort of outline
that they follow while writing their novel. They spend some time planning and
rewriting their outlines and know what’s going to happen (to an extent).
Usually the novel is planned out before they begin writing it, which cuts out
the element of surprise for the writer and tends to reduce writer’s block.

There’s no right way to be, but personally I’m a plotter. I
probably plot too much. If you’re a
pantser and it’s working for you, keep doing it! More power to ya!

However, if you’re
looking to experiment with plotting or you just want to learn how to do it,
check out these tips below:

Where to Begin:

Skeleton Outline

If you’re looking for a little bit of direction, but don’t
feel like/find it necessary to build a huge outline, this is probably what you’re
going for. Create an outline that focuses around the main points of your story.

Detailed Outline

A detailed outline usually builds on what you did for the
skeleton outline. This adds more detail to the structure of your story and
helps focus on fleshing out what’s going to happen throughout the novel. I
usually add in some sections about my characters and any sort of world building
I might do.

Chapter-by-Chapter
Outline

This is literally when you plan out each chapter of your
novel. Some might find it unnecessary to get that detailed, but if you have
pacing problems or want to cut down on extensive editing, this might work best
for you.

How to:

Skeleton Outline

This is essentially the “road map” of your story. Figure out
what the conflict is and focus on the beginning, middle, and sometimes the end (a lot of writers aren’t
completely sure what their ending will be, but sometimes it helps to have to
planned out so you can effectively lead up to it in the story. It could also
help with tone issues. Example—if you ending is dark, you might want to set up
the audience for that).

For a skeleton outline it helps to focus on story arcs. For
example,

·
Stasis

·
Trigger

·
The Quest

·
Surprise

·
Critical Choice

·
Climax

·
Reversal

·
Resolution

Learn more about story arcs here: http://www.dailywritingtips.com/how-to-structure-a-story-the-eight-point-arc/

Filling out those story points will help you build a more
detailed outline if you choose to do so and will help you focus your story, so
it’s not all over the place. If you want to have a clear idea where you’re
headed, but don’t want to bog yourself down with the details, a skeleton
outline might be best for you.

Detailed Outline

For a detailed outline, you basically just take your
skeleton outline and flesh it out. Add to each section of the story arc and
drop in more detail. Focus on what scenes will help you get across each main
story point.

For example:

Stasis – Amy lives
with her mother and her sister in a house that’s nearly falling apart. She’s
unhappy with her life and her family doesn’t treat her well.

This is Amy’s everyday life, but you can do more to plan it
out before jumping into writing. What’s Amy’s home life like? What does her
family do to treat her poorly? What scenes will you explore to show the
audience what’s going on.

Maybe Amy’s sister teases her or makes her do all the
chores. Maybe Amy’s mom often doesn’t come home or doesn’t take care of her
children. Explore these ideas and use them to flesh out your outline. Then, you’ll
have some idea what to write when the time comes, instead of just something
vague. This could also help you cut down on telling instead of showing.

Chapter-by-Chapter
Outline

This takes a lot of time, but from experience, it does help
cut down on the editing process, AND it helps you write a synopsis and query
letter when or if the time comes. I spent around a month writing my last
chapter-by-chapter outline, so I know exactly what I’m going to do when I start
writing. I prefer this because I know I won’t get stuck and I’ll be able to get
through the draft quickly. If you like to write fast, which I do because I like
to keep my excitement for my project up when I’m writing, a chapter-by-chapter
outline might work for you.

A chapter-by-chapter outline might be difficult for your
first time writing a novel because you might not know how long it should be or
what your strengths and weaknesses are as a writer. There’s no right answer for
how long a chapter-by-chapter outline should be because only you know how long
your chapters usually are or if you have any problems with word count (Is your
novel usually too long? Too short?).

Anyway, if you feel like you want to do a chapter-by-chapter
outline, I usually do something like this for each chapter:

Chapter 1:

Paragraph or more about what’s happening in the chapter.
Think about each chapter as its own tiny story. Each chapter should have a
beginning, middle, and end, and should lend itself to the overall story. Think
about what the purpose is for each chapter and what information you want to
convey to the reader.

Conflict (I tend
to write a sentence about what the conflict is in each chapter. If I can’t find
any, I know that’s a sign I need to rewrite that section of the outline. There
should always be conflict! There should always be something driving the plot
forward!)

I also suggest letting your chapter-by-chapter outline sit
for a week or so and editing it. I know that sounds like a lot of work, but
that will help your catch any plotting, pacing, or conflict problems BEFORE you
start writing. If you’re a planner, this will help tremendously.

Additional Notes:

Obviously, some people like editing. They feel that’s when
their story really comes together and they love that aspect of it. They like
tearing their story apart, starting over, and building something new. That’s
perfectly okay! You don’t need to have a detailed outline if that doesn’t work
for you.

The reason I focus on planning is because I can look at the
bigger picture before I start the draft. I have a clear focus and I know what’s
coming next.

Also, there are plenty
of ways to write an outline. How I do it isn’t necessarily right, it just works
for me. Experiment with it until you find something that makes you feel
comfortable.

What I’m really saying is:

There are no rules
for writing. Whatever feels right or whatever makes you happy is what you
should focus on. If you don’t want an outline, don’t write one. If you’ve been
having trouble with writer’s block or the editing process, maybe try it out!
Figure out what’s right for you!

Lots of good tips here!

What is KnB? Should I watch it? Is it good? Please tell me if it’ll make someone stop crying while trying to eat chips. Thanks.

Hi sweetie! It’s Kuroko No Basket also known as The Basketball Which Kuroko Plays. It’s a fun anime about basketball and the journey Kuroko takes with his team to be the best in Japan.

It’s silly and over the top (in a good way) with eye candy characters.

It has very little highly emotional moments but definitely some exciting.

I’m sorry you’re feeling down! Give it a watch, it’ll probably make you laugh. It’s on Crunchyroll if you have that.

Let me know what you think!

Happy Birthday Tanaka!

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So it’s fitting that the first ask I did from this new bunch that just came in were head canons for Tanaka as third year ace of Karasuno because today is my fave boy’s birthday! I really, really love the head canons about said day and said boy that @hq-cuties-pls did and thus this scenario was born from inspiration of those! Female reader!

Tanaka’s fingers tremble a bit as he pulls on the bow. He’s fairly sure he knows what’s in this box, or at least the nature of the gift if not the actual item, and it breeds anticipation in his gut which travels north and south simultaneously, blooming to full blown excitement when the tissue is removed to reveal an piece of cloth not fit to be called clothing.

“Babe….this…wow-”

“I don’t even have it on yet, Ryu. I wonder if you can handle it?” you tease.

You don’t know how he manages to both blush and smolder at you when his sharp eyes look into yours and his voice drops an octave. “I can handle it, put it on. Please.”

Eagerly you snatch away the fabric, rushing to the bathroom to change and taking an extra five minutes to primp your hair and face. You opt for light makeup knowing Ryu likes to touch and kiss everywhere so having heavy face powder on is not optimal. Simple gloss to give your lips an alluring shine and a dust of eye-shadow should be enough.

It’s more than enough.

The moment you walk into the bedroom, Tanaka is standing at attention, a prominent bulge in his black boxer briefs.

Damn he looks sexy in those.

“Happy Birthday, Ryuunosuke,” you coo, swaying your hips purposely as you make way to the bed, the material of your soft line chemise swinging.

“Hell yeah it is,” he grunts, hands landing on your hips, thumbs trailing soft circles against your sides. He looks up at you, eyes full of adoration and you’re momentarily caught off guard by the gentleness of his expression. “You’re so beautiful. Geez, sometimes I wonder how a punk like me got a goddess like you,” he says, voice thick with want and something a little deeper.

You shrug, trying to lighten the mood. “Good luck?” you supply and he laughs.

“Come’er,” he whispers, drawing you down the mattress and crawling on top of you. You love how warm his skin is, how his spicy and very masculine scent surrounds you as he leans down to pepper kisses along your jaw towards the lobe of your ear which he nibbles upon arrival.

“Ryu, I’m supposed to be lavishing you with attention,” you sigh.

“It’s my birthday, let me enjoy my present,” he mumbles between kisses to your throat.

He trails down, leaving a path of heated skin as he tastes every inch of it. The trace of his tongue just below the top line of the silk adorning your breasts has you arching, willing his mouth to go lower. He takes a deep breath through his nose, sighing, “You always smell so good.”

His palm slides against your outer thigh, drawing the material of your slip higher exposing more of you to his hungry gaze. Tanaka leans up to look down at you, roaming over the splay of your hair against the pillow, the slightly dazed look in your eyes. Your parted lips, shiny and smelling of coconut draw him down to touch his own to them, the soft kiss growing heated and hungry in under a half second. He slices his tongue into your mouth, dominating you in a moment of fiery passion before he’s back to light kisses and breezy touches that make you writhe, a low quiet whine in the back of your throat.

“So beautiful,” he whispers again, “so fucking beautiful and you’re mine. You’re…all…mine.” He lifts the chemise slowly

as he speaks until there’s nothing left to cover you.

You push against the elastic of his underwear and he chuckles but indulges your impatience by shucking them off to the floor.

A quiet moan lifts from your mouth at the feel of his hard, hot body against your own. He hasn’t even really done anything yet but already your heart is racing. The press of his erection against the slick of your core has him echoing your moan, mouth smashing to yours in another heated kiss.

“I love you, so much,” he pants, barely getting the words out as the urgency to keep kissing you rises.

Your hand rubs across the top of his head, his buzzed hair somehow still so soft and he groans into your neck. You move to his back, kneading the muscles, gently scraping with your nails. “I love your touch, I love your kisses, I love your body.” His praises continue, some clear, some not for want of keeping his lips against your skin.

“Take me Ryu, hold me close in your strong arms and make me see stars,” you beg.

“Fuck yes,” he growls, pulling away only long enough to slip on a condom and then he’s back, muscled chest rubbing against your breasts as he pushes deep into your body but he moves slow, doesn’t rush, enjoys the sensation of you sucking him in and clenching around him.

“You…always…feel like…heaven,” he gasps, hips thrusting back and forth deliberately.

“Please, Ryu,” you beg, palms holding his cheeks, “go faster. I need to feel your power. I want you to wreck me, please.”

Tanaka groans, forehead pressing to yours for a second and then he’s kissing you again. “Just a little longer,” he requests, “I love being inside you and I’m not ready to end it yet. Please?”

You smile as your eyes meet. “Then let’s switch positions. Let me ride you. I promise, I’ll take it slow.”

He grins, pulls out and flops on his back before you feel you’ve blinked. The rapidity of his compliance and eager boyish grin make you laugh as you crawl to your knees, making sure to flash him a piece of ass before you whip around and straddle his thighs.

He inhales sharply as you sink onto him, swallowing every inch of his cock hitting deep grazing your g-spot making you gasp. You trail your hands up your stomach, cupping your breasts and tilt your chin down. Keeping eye contact with Ryu, you slowly extend your tongue to lick your nipple.

“Fucking hell that’s so hot,” he growls, hands unable to keep from pawing at your other breast. He tweaks its nipple and you moan around the other as you suck yourself, never breaking your gaze. “Keep that up and I won’t last,” he warns. You play nice, prolonging your lovemaking and stop your little show in favor of trailing your fingertips gently up and down his chest. He sighs as you trace the lines of his abs, head kicking back as you slide your palms against the smoothness of his pecks.

Tanaka’s eyes fly back to your face at the feel of your hot, wet tongue teasing circles around his nipples. He never realized how sensitive he is there. His hips buck up, thrusting him even deep into you making you moan his name. He grabs your hips, slowly guiding you in a rotation motion that has his cock twitching. “Shit, just…unh! I…,” his voice falls away to a low grunt of approval.

“What’s this? Does the birthday boy wanna come?” you tease, squeezing your inner muscles.

Tanaka nods rapidly, letting out a long sigh of your name as you keep working him over. “Fuck Ryu, you feel so amazing in me,” you whimper. He watches as you tease your nipple with one hand while the other trails between your thighs, please against your clit as you lift up and down on his cock.

“That’s right baby, touch yourself. Come for me while I come for you,” he pants.

Your legs and abs are on fire, it’s difficult lifting over and over without the help of your arms, so eventually you have to stop your clit stimulation in order to keep building up his orgasm but you don’t mind because it’s his birthday and the whole point of this, at least today, is to make him feel good.

But Tanaka takes great pride in giving you satisfaction and so takes up the mantle of getting you off, pressing his thumb against your clit and rubbing in a motion he knows will get the job done.

“Oh..oh god…Ryu-”

“That’s it, that’s my girl. Such a good girl, so good to me, so beautiful, so wonderful! You deserve to come, don’t you baby? You deserve to feel as good as you make me feel. I want you to come on my cock, ______, come for me!”

“Ryu…Ryuunosuke!”

Your shout and release are violent, drawing into your wave of pleasure and allowing him to crash into his as well. His release is more quiet than yours but just as intense. As you collapse on top of him, Tanaka rubs easy circles on your back, whispering in your ear, “Thanks for the best birthday ever.”

You giggle, smacking his chest. “You say that every year, you dork.”

His hand cups your face, drawing you in for another kiss, but this one is sweet and gentle. “And I mean it every year,” he insists.

He rolls to his side, gently pulling out as he deposits you back onto the mattress. In little time, he’s gotten the condom off and tied, dropping it in the bathroom trash where he grabs a cup of water for the two of you to share.

As he falls to his back, you snuggle to his chest.

“Happy birthday, Ryu,” you say through a yawn.

“Thanks babe,” he replies, kissing the top of your head before succumbing to sleep himself.