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Write a fic.

Go forth, and write a complete, well-structured, well-characterised fic with organic, stimulating dialogue interwoven into a proper, fully fleshed-out storyline. 

Publish your work for all the Internet to see.

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THE NEXT It’s not about if you say sorry, It’s about how you say it  WILL TAKE A LITTLE LONGER THAN PLANNED

SORRY :’(

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The way you said “I love you.“

Some fluffy, some angsty prompts

As a hello

With a hoarse voice, under the blankets

A scream

Over a cup of tea

Over a beer bottle

On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair

As a thank you

As an apology

When baking chocolate chip cookies

Not said to me

With a shuddering gasp

When we lay together on the fresh spring grass

In a letter

A whisper in the ear

Loud, so everyone can hear

Over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble

When the broken grass litters the floor

From very far away

With no space left between us

As we huddle together, the storm raging outside

Over your shoulder

Muffled, from the other side of the door

Through a song

Without really meaning it

In a blissful sigh as you fall asleep

Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

A taunt, with one eyebrow raised and a grin bubbling at your lips

When I am dead

Slowly, the words dripping from your tongue like honey

Too quick, mumbled into your scarf

In awe, the first time you realised it

In a way I can’t return

On a post-it note

Before we jump

As a goodbye

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A SMALL REMINDER THAT REQUEST ARE OPEN :)

And ships if your into dat stuff.

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Drabble Challenge!

Repost this. Followers/Readers send numbers to your Ask. You write a fic/drabble using that line in your piece. Have fun! Expect a ton of requests!! 

“That’s starting to get annoying”

“Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“I need a place to stay.”

“Well, that’s tragic.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“Dear Diary, …”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“Do you really need all that candy?”

“It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“No. Regrets.”

“How drunk was I?”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“You work for me. You are my slave.”

“Take your medicine.”

“They’re monsters.”

“Welcome to fatherhood.”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“It’s your turn to make dinner.”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”

“You’re a nerd.”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“Flea markets don’t carry fleas, you know?”

“Here, take my blanket.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“I just ironed these pants!”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.”

“Fine, don’t say anything and make me worry.”

“Stay awake.”

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!”

“You’re not interested, are you?”

“I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”

“Tell me you need me.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“Have I mentioned, I fucking hate Halloween.”

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“You’re not going to starve yourself on Thanksgiving.”

“The store ran out of Easter eggs.”

“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”

“You can only suffer through my whining for so long until you get up and make me a sandwich.”

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It’s not about if you say sorry, It’s about how you say it

Alexander x reader 2/? If you catch the song reference I love you

“What in the hell was that? What is he doing down town?” You said frustratingly to John. “You let it go, live too fight  another day” John said before seeing you slightly smiling “You’re smiling because you know I’m right” “Ha” “And you know if George were here he’d say the same thing” He said looking at you taking off your apron, you were finishing up your shift, so Angie and Peggy could come in. “Well George isn’t he-” “I heard about Hamilton, you didn’t kill him did you?” George said cutting you off, appearing literally out of no where, making you jump. “Were you there the whole time?” You asked bending over too put your hair in a messy bun (or not for short hair folks!). “You don’t have to bring a gun to a knife fight” John said leaning on the counter watching you grab your hoodie and walk out from behind the counter after saying your round of goodbyes. “You know you outa listen to John right” George said opening the door for you two as john opened an umbrella for you two, waiting for George to open his umbrella. “I know” you said looking off into the distance and moving closer towards John so the water didn’t get on you. “So let it go!” John said moving his arms in the air causing you too get wet, laughing at his dramatic actions, before moving under the umbrella again. “Last time I ‘let it go he got himself and my son killed, he’s a host unto himself as long as he knows how to hold a pen and write he’s a dangerous threat” you said looking down messing with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Well Alex isn’t going too stop looking for ‘his Eliza’ you know” George said looking at you with a frown. “He lost his Eliza a long time ago” you said with a sigh. After a long silence between the three of you, you finally broke the silence “We on for movie night right guys” forcing a fake smile onto your face looking up at the two. “Yeah my place six alright, but we’re not done here” John said with a slight frown “Alright, Angie, Maria, and Peggy are staying in tonight so just me, what about you George. “Martha has fallen ill so I’ll be stuck at home” George said pulling out his phone answering a call, probably from Martha you didn’t pay attention to it. “Um, it’s just me and the guys as far as I know” John said, your apartment in view. You smiled and ran out from underneath the umbrella and running towards your apartment screaming “Bye see you John love you two”. Before running inside to change into something comfortable. John smiled thinking of something to do about the situation. “John you look like the Cheshire Cat, what are you up too” George said confused looking down at the younger boy “Well what I thought I would do was-”

HA CLIFF HANGER still love me? Probably not                                   

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It’s not about if you say sorry, It’s about how you say it

Alexander x reader 2/? If you catch the song reference I love you

“What in the hell was that? What is he doing down town?” You said frustratingly to John. “You let it go, live too fight  another day” John said before seeing you slightly smiling “You’re smiling because you know I’m right” “Ha” “And you know if George were here he’d say the same thing” He said looking at you taking off your apron, you were finishing up your shift, so Angie and Peggy could come in. “Well George isn’t he-” “I heard about Hamilton, you didn’t kill him did you?” George said cutting you off, appearing literally out of no where, making you jump. “Were you there the whole time?” You asked bending over too put your hair in a messy bun (or not for short hair folks!). “You don't have to bring a gun to a knife fight” John said leaning on the counter watching you grab your hoodie and walk out from behind the counter after saying your round of goodbyes. “You know you outa listen to John right” George said opening the door for you two as john opened an umbrella for you two, waiting for George to open his umbrella. “I know” you said looking off into the distance and moving closer towards John so the water didn’t get on you. “So let it go!” John said moving his arms in the air causing you too get wet, laughing at his dramatic actions, before moving under the umbrella again. “Last time I ‘let it go he got himself and my son killed, he’s a host unto himself as long as he knows how to hold a pen and write he’s a dangerous threat” you said looking down messing with the sleeve of your hoodie. “Well Alex isn’t going too stop looking for ‘his Eliza’ you know” George said looking at you with a frown. “He lost his Eliza a long time ago” you said with a sigh. After a long silence between the three of you, you finally broke the silence “We on for movie night right guys” forcing a fake smile onto your face looking up at the two. “Yeah my place six alright, but we’re not done here” John said with a slight frown “Alright, Angie, Maria, and Peggy are staying in tonight so just me, what about you George. “Martha has fallen ill so I’ll be stuck at home” George said pulling out his phone answering a call, probably from Martha you didn’t pay attention to it. “Um, it’s just me and the guys as far as I know” John said, your apartment in view. You smiled and ran out from underneath the umbrella and running towards your apartment screaming "Bye see you John love you two". Before running inside to change into something comfortable. John smiled thinking of something to do about the situation. "John you look like the Cheshire Cat, what are you up too" George said confused looking down at the younger boy "Well what I thought I would do was-"

HA CLIFF HANGER still love me? Probably not                                   

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Yes you should definitely continue!!!!! Please!!!!

OML really!!! I love you and this support I’ll probably continue  It’s not about is you say sorry, it’s how you say it sometime this week but the jamilton AU fic is going under artist block right now but thank you so much this means a lot

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It’s not about if you say sorry, it’s how you say it

Alexander Hamilton x reader 1/?

AN: Okay so I got this idea after reading a jamilton AU where you are a descendant of someone like a past life and you always remember your past life

 Past lives, everyone had one, for example our 45th president was also our 1st president, (see what I did there, I made the world better) George Washington, or Thomas Jefferson who recently just came out of hiding because of his past life but was widely excepted despite his beliefs, or your least favorite, Alexander Hamilton. Why? Well we’ll touch on that later, but who where you? Eliza Schuyler, or Y/N Schuyler, you changed your name to be less recognizable to the people, for you didn’t want a trace that he could follow and find you. The Schuyler name was world renowned for their success in gun factoring, so you didn’t want the media following you, giving him a clue on where you are. Now you’re working at a local coffee shop in Albany, New York, living in a apartment with your sisters, Angie and Peggy, surprisingly Maria too. When you too met each other and found out who you where, she started sobbing and apologizing non-stop, you only said “Stop it wasn’t you it was the men in our life at the time, now lets get you cleaned up”, after that you two where tied too the hip. Working in a local and busy coffee shop wasn’t too hard, except this was a coffee shop known for the political people that came through, you met Laf and he insisted on telling Alex that he had found his Eliza (something you still question why he said it like that) but after getting him calmed down you made him promise that Alex would know nothing of your whereabouts. Well you thought he would keep that promise, until today. It was in the middle of a shift you and Maria where working together, hearing the bell of the door and laf’s loud voice you said you would take over the cash-register for Maria, not knowing the dangers that lied ahead. “Laf here again? This is the third time this week, you done cheating on Starbucks yet?” You said jokingly only to look behind him and freeze. Standing right behind him was Alexander Hamilton, your eyes widen as you grab laf by the tie and pull him to your level “Laf what in the actual fuck is he doing here?” you said your voice laced with venom and fear, “ mon amie he wanted to go somewhere to get coffee and out of habit I drove here” He said looking behind him to make sure no one herd you two “I don’t know whether to be flattered or frustrated” “flattered” He said looking at you with a cheap smile “Go to hell french fry” you said letting go of his tie and slipping into your regular happy work mood. “Laf usual?” You said grabbing a cup and writing his name down “You know so” he said looking at you like you where a bomb ready to go off at any minute, “Oh Laf you didn’t tell me there would be beautiful ladies here, Alexander Hamilton my dear” Alex said in the most unbearable tone ever “Oh Laf you didn’t tell em that you’d be bringing shallow assholes with you, Y/N my dear” you said mocking his voice smiling ever so slightly, before grabbing a cup and angrily scribbling his name down. “Och that hurt, we just met and you just roast me out of no where, who are you a Reynolds?” he asked smirking “No actually that's me Alexander” Maria says as you hand her Laf’s cup “I’m a Y/N thank you, now Mr. Hamilton what do you want?” You said looking at him frowning “Well you for starters” he said smiling leaning on the counter “Sorry to say but you lost this a long time ago” you say without thinking it through. “Now whats that’s suppose to mean Miss. Y/N” He said analyzing your body moment then too your face, which too him looked oddly familiar. “I don’t know Mr. Hamilton why don’t you figure it out yourself, you seem to do that well enough, now what do you want” you said getting impatient with his little games, although you wanted too hate him you could still feel feel that little pang in your chest, like the one when you first saw him at the Winters Ball. “Black coffee, and for you too explain yourself, you seem inserting too me” He said looking at you with this look of excitement, one look you misse- no you didn’t you know his games, you can’t miss him right? “Mr. Hamilton all you need to know about me is I was once a naive woman, who fell in love with the wrong man, no need for any further conversation” you said looking off into the distance handing the cup to Maria who quickly too avoid tension ran back to where she was. “He did something unforgivable, but I still forgave him” you said feeling tears appear and vanish, probably down your cheeks. “I’m sure this man said sorry right?” he said looking at you like he knew who you where talking about “ Alexander it’s not about if you say sorry, it’s how you say it”

(SHOULD I CONTINUE IDK THANK YOU @galactibun AND @imxginehxmilton FOR INSPIRING ME LOVE YOU BOTH!!!!)

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Last names Jamilton Domestic AU x reader

For @exadorlion this is my first time writing something like this and I’m so nervous 1/?

“I have to go home and deal with Jefferson, so don’t even start on home problems” Mary said frowning looking at you “Really Y/n you don’t even know what I have to deal with, Jefferson, Pasty, the asshats at school, can you please come over I’m begging you lighten the load!” She said walking towards social studies which happened to you guys last period with Mr. Adams, who you both hated. “I don’t know Mary, my dad might not like that. I have know idea what we’re doing today anyways” You said looking down at your jacket which covered many bruises and scars from your father, James Reynolds, but of course no one knows this. You, Y/n Reynolds, had always kept your last name hidden from most people, especially after the huge sex scandal between your mother and Alexander Hamilton. It didn’t help though that after the remarriage of Jefferson and Hamilton, that your best friend was his step daughter“Oh Mr. No Last Name can wait I need to be saved from that cursed thing I rarely call a father” Mary said walking past Mr. Adams and into her seat, which so happened to be next to yours. “I’ll call after class ok Mary? and whose picking us up if we do?” you said pulling out your notebook and homework which you stayed up till 2am to finish it. “HamHam or Patsy depends on who gets off first, but Philip-mic-gay beyond imaginable and Georges will have to join us, we had homework, God this Friday just gets better and better!” She said with a slight groan. You tensed up at the thought of Hamilton, sure he had never seem you at your house or herd your last name, but he still makes you sick when you think about what happened, not to mention that you looked eerily like Maria. After class Mary urged you to call your dad right when the bell rang. “Ok! I’ll call I’ll call” you said before pulling out your phone almost cringing when you herd your father answer the phone “Hello? Why are you calling” he said with venom in his voice “Can I go with one of my friends after school please” you said trying to steer away from conflict “As long as your out of my sight whore”He sounded slightly drunk great he probably isn’t going to remember this conversation, a beating sounds like it was going to happen when you walk home. You hung up looking at Mary smiling “I can go” You said looking as convincingly as possible. You saw Philip and Georges walking up behind Mary. “Yes I’ll call HamHam and we can all go home, and deal with the pricks together” Mary said pulling out her phone. “Hey Philip, Hey Georges” You said smiling spoiling their plan of scaring her “Y/n you’re no fun!” Philip said frowning “Oh well pip you can have fun later tonight with Georges” You said with a slight smirk as Georges spat his water on the floor “ mon amie!  Sommes-nous si bruyants comment connaissez-vous nos plans” He says spitting out french left and right, luckily you took french throughout middle school and now high school “ Ne vous inquiétez pas Georges vous n'êtes pas trop fort, sauf si c'est samedi” You said smiling giggling. “Come on guys HamHam is here” Mary said walking towards the car line. You sighed and walked forward with them frowning a bit. This should be fun....

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More wedding bells

NOW I’M SAAAATISFIED

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I feel appreciated now

I accept

Catches dat ring pop

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SAME I”M ONLY 4′11 SOOOOOO

FOR THE FEW PEOPLE THAT HAVE SAID THEY IMAGINE ME BEING TALL : WRONG :^) I AM 4'7 AND I WANT JOHN LAURENS AND JEFFERSON TO PICK ME UP BYE

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daveed is so pure reblog if you agree

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