#a lot of times the feedback is way faster cause i dont write things quite so long

[bi-writes]

there’s always a period of anxiousness whenever i post something new

[anotherhamiltonblog]

Foreign Touch ch 2

Chapter Summary: Thomas needs a favor, but will Adeline give him the chance to ask? What could Thomas want?

Warnings: Once again, I didn’t proofread. Sorry <3 some cute shit, but y’all will see for yourself. HEHE

Word Count: 1,230(Give or take... idk i forgot)

Previously 

Y/N didn’t know why, but she found herself always running from Thomas Jefferson. It wasn’t that she personally had anything against the man, Y/N just didn’t want the unnecessary drama that comes her way because of her brother. Alex was many things, one of those many things was him being a total drama queen. It was quite sad really, that the man would actually bitch and complain to her about Thomas and blah blah blah.

Sighing, Y/N looked at her phone for a few minutes before shoving it back into her pocket. Fixing the strap of her bag over her shoulder, Y/N made her way to the football field where cheer practice was taking place. She had just come tutoring a few kids a grade below her and so Y/N was trying her hardest to try and rush so she wouldn’t be even more late. 

“Y/N! Yo, wait up!” a voice called out to her, turning to see the one and only Thomas Jefferson. Y/N shook her head. 

“No can do! I’m late already. Byeee!” She waved her hands and rushed even faster.

Making it out on the field, glad she changed into her workout clothes before going to tutor, the h/c girl shrugged out of her jacket and threw it down to the ground along with her bag and rushed over to be with the rest of the cheer squad.

“Hamilton! You’re late!” the coach yelled out to her, raising an eyebrow, stopping Y/N from giving an excuse as to why she was late. “Two laps around the field. GO!” 

With a sgh, Y/N started her run. Honestly, she should have seen this coming. Y/N missed the warm-ups and so this was going to be the closest thing to a warm-up she would get. 

Tying up her hair in a tight ponytail as she started out in a slow jog, Y/N pulled off her oversized shirt, so she was wearing just her purple racerback sports bra crop and black leggings. Shirt held tightly in her hand; Y/N was slowly gaining speed as she ran. Focusing on her breathing. Never realizing the football team coming out onto the field as she was in her zone.

It wasn’t till after her run and joining the rest of her squad did Y/N finally see the guys of the team. They were doing their own workout on the other side of the field. 

Catching a certain males eye, Y/N looked away and started on the cheer they had been practicing for a while. 

“Y/N! Top of the pyramid!” “Nicole! Lift her foot higher!” “Brenda! Put your back into those flips!” “Dylan! YOU ALMOST DROPPED Y/N CAREFUL!”

Those were the commands from Coach Stone. By the time 5 o’clock hit, the girls and guys of the cheer squad were out of breath.

“Good job everyone! At this rate we’ll be ready for the first game of the season this Friday!”

With that said, everyone made their way to their things to make their way home after a tough practice. 

“Damn, y’all almost looked like you worked out as hard as us.” a voice caught her attention, making Y/N snap her head up at the source. Only to narrow her eyes.

“Oh please, you and your little buddies couldn’t do what we do if you even tried.” she smirked and shrugged, pulling her shirt over her sweaty body and tugging her jacket over it. The cold wind caused goosebumps to form over her arms.

“Anyways, as awesome as it’s been to talk to you... Oh wait, it hasn’t been awesome. Bye now!” Y/N laughed and grabbed her bag before starting to walk away.

“Yo, Y/N wait up. I need a favor to ask you!” Thomas called out after her, yet as he stepped closer to the girl. His coach called him back to the field.

That just caused Y/N to laugh and make her way to the parking lot where her car was waiting for her. It was Wednesday and all Y/N wanted to do was go home, shower, eat and watch T.V. Seeing as she finished her homework while she was tutoring.

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Being in an empty house, freshly showered with only a night gown on and her robe on covering her night wear. Y/N found herself in the kitchen, stirring the pasta sauce she had been making for her dinner. Her parents were out for a date night, Alex was with John. Y/N was glad she could have some down time.

Hearing a ping from her phone, the girl sighed and went to check who was bothering her. Not knowing who the heck the number belonged to that was looking for her.

After seeing who was texting her, Y/N was quick to tell them that she was not the person they were looking for and silenced her phone.

After having her pasta and cleaning up the kitchen. Y/N groaned when she saw that Thomas wouldn’t stop messaging her. Blocking his number, Y/N tossed her phone to the side and wrapped a blanket around her body. Turning on Supernatural on the tv, she cuddled into the blanket and pillow before laying on the couch and watched the show.

It wasn’t much longer that Y/N felt her eyes drop close and she fell asleep.

Laughing and running around, holding a water gun, Y/N ran away from someone. The two laughing and she hid behind a tree.

“THAT’S IT… I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUAL.” Y/N yelled out and smirked at the male before her.

His curly hair was dripping wet, curls perfectly forming around his face as he stood there shirtless. Thomas raised his eyebrow as he eyed her. “A dual?” he asked grinning. Watching as Y/N nodded grinning.

“Mmhm… each of us get a water balloon. Take ten steps from each other. On ten, we turn and throw the water balloon.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

That’s how the two found themselves holding a water balloon. Thomas holding a purple one while Y/N held a green on. Each balloon filled with water.

“One”

“Two”

“Three”

“Four”

“Five”

“Six”

“Seven”

“Eight”

“Nine”

“Ten paces… FIRE!” They yelled and at the same time the two threw the balloon and as if it was all in slow motion. The green balloon hit Thomas right across the face while Y/N managed to dodge the purple one.

“That’s it sweetheart! You’re gonna get it!”

With wide eyes, Y/N dashed off laughing and squealing as she tried to escape Thomas’ hands, sadly for Y/N she fell down and Thomas was on top of her tickling her until she was out of breath.

“You give up?” he asked, laughing as she squirmed underneath him.

“YES! “was all Y/N could respond with in-between her laughter.

When Thomas stopped, he leaned forward, grinning at Y/N until their lips were almost touching. “I win sweetheart…” he whispered, and their lips connected.

Gasping and sitting up, Y/N looked around the dark living room. Wondering where the hell that dream came from and why Jefferson out of all people. Glaring as Dean Winchester was lip-locking with some girl on her screen. Y/N got up from her bed and shut the tv off, muttering under her breath that it was Deans fault for that dream.

Little did she know that a few streets away at the Jefferson household, a certain boy was sitting up on the couch thinking about the dream he just had. Confused as well.

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8 inches...

Welcome to my first fic, I hope you like it :) feel free to critique and give feedback. Also feel free to request or want to be added to my tags lol, Imma try and post like once a week at least. Anyways enjoy and please be kind :)  -M 

Warnings: fluff // one sexual innuendo // bad writing // a few swears

Ben!Roger Taylor x reader

Word count: 1087

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An intense shiver threw you from sleep. It was mid-January and understandably cold, especially in the cheap shithole apartment you called home. Somedays you would have to scrape ice from the inside of the glass panes scattered thoughtlessly throughout the rooms. You assumed they were only there to meet the fire code, but they gave some life to the grey walls, especially in the spring. In reality, spring was only like two months away but it felt like an eternity. Another shiver came from the mound under the blankets in your shared bed. A cold hand found its way under your sweater contacting bare skin causing startling you from your thoughts. Letting out a muffled gasp, the mound that the hand belonged to laughed and pulled you closer. Soon cold limbs found their way onto your bare skin evoking a scream while you tried to get out of Roger's grasp.

"nothing sexual love, just survival" he muttered in your ear whilst pulling you closer. If he was fully awake the sentence would've been an innuendo or something. Still, you squirmed around trying not to have bare skin contact bare skin, it was too damn cold. The two of you laid there in silence for a bit savoring the warmth. It was quite peaceful, which was unheard of in your life. Normal mornings were filled with fighting over the tiny bathroom to get ready or running around to find a pair of shoes that you just HAD to wear with your outfit. Normally Roger would scoff and make some comment about how "They're just shoes Y/N". So you started hiding his shoes and clothing for a matter of fact. Now every cupboard was practically a closet. So the stillness was unusual but welcomed. It didn't last long. Roger shot out of bed faster than a kid on Christmas but wasn't as excited.

"Shit, Shit, Shit" He swore under his breath, pulling off his sweats and pulling on some jeans. "What is it Rog?" you said sitting up in bed still not understanding what was going on all of a sudden. "I promised the boys we could record today, we're almost done with the album," He said pausing for a brief second to look at you. You let out a laugh and threw off the pile of blankets. "They'll understand if your late, we can just blame it on the snow..." You said before looking outside through the small window.  Roger joined you standing with his arm on your shoulder. Both of you looked like you had seen a ghost. You truly were going to be late because of the snow. You had never seen so much on the ground. Sure it snowed in London and you've been on ski holiday before, but yesterday there was a thin layer with grass poking out to say hello. Today their hellos were drowned by a thick layer of snow.

"Now I'm going to be really late" Roger sighed and went back to getting dressed. "Well no worries, you have a master shoveler as your girlfriend," You said in a sing-song tone. Your time spent in the Alps had prepared you to handle the elements. Especially snow. You threw on a pair of jeans and a warm sweater and slid on a pair of boots and a light coat. Grabbing gloves and a shovel from the entry closet, you were ready to embark on your shoveling expedition. Normal apartment complexes had a parking garage or someone to shovel, but since you were a poor student and outright refused to have Roger pay more than half of the rent you settled on a cheap place with an open parking lot and lazy landlords along with residents who were pretty much just waiting for someone else to do it. That someone else was you and Roger. Roger shortly joined you in the treck downstairs and outside.

It was way worse than you had originally thought. Normally with heavy snow, it went up to your boot, but today it was at the middle of your calf. Roger let out a hopeless groan, "This is going to take forever Y/N!! I have to be there in half an hour". You laughed and shook your head of snow that had begun to pile up. "You underestimate me, love. You'll be there in no time". Having said that you began shoveling your hearts away. Soon it turned into a competition on who could shovel the fastest. Dividing the parking lot into two and yelling go the race was on. However, neither of you played fair, Roger ended up just pushing all the snow onto your side. You did the same but ended up just throwing it at Roger. Both of you ended up dropping the shovels and throwing the loose powder at each other. At one point you were flung over Rogers' shoulder unexpectedly, letting out a playful scream and attempting to get out of his grasp was hopeless but you struggled anyways. He let out a scream to match yours and tossed you into the snowbank that had just enough snow to make a soft landing. "ROGER!" You yelled as you were now going to be wet for the rest of the day, it was a good thing you didn't really try to do your hair or anything. Roger stood there laughing his ass off at the sight of you sitting in a pile of snow upset. He was snapped out of his fit of laughter when a snowball hit his face straight on, some landing in his mouth. The shocked and angry facial expression quickly melted into a mischevious one as he lunged on top of you pressing you down in the snow further. Your shriek was muffled but your laughter rang out beautifully. Both of you sat in the snow laughing contagiously. Roger decided to spoil the peaceful moment in typical Roger fashion.

"Who knew 8 inches would make you so happy" He quipped with a smirk on his face. You gaped at his comment for a second, "Oi! Don't you have an album to record!" You remarked shoving a handful of snow in his face. With an open hand, he wiped off the snow on his face and joined you on your way to his car.

Needless to say, you showed up late and both of your jeans and hair dripping wet. None of the other boys could comment as you both were laughing your asses off while walking into the studio.  

// yall thought this was gonna be nasty, don’t lie to me. 

[efrondeur]

Do you have any writing or dos/donts tips for new fanfiction writers??

I’m just gonna start this out by saying i’m so honored that you asked me this especially since i’ve only been writing for less than a year whoops but anyway... Buckle up.

Proper grammar is very important

While it might be easier to type how you text and message people, basic sentence structure is important in a. Making your writing legible and b. Making it flow well

Use commas, just be careful how you use them

If what your saying can be said as an aside, chances are you’re going to use a comma or a hyphen

COMMAS ARE NOT USED SIMILAR TO THE PAUSE POINTS WHEN YOU SPEAK GET THAT OUT OF YOUR HEAD RIGHT NOW

Yes sometimes, commas and speaking pause points line up, but it’s not always

Use sentence length to set the mood

Longer sentences slow the reader down, so using FANBOYS or semicolons can really help to create a calm mood

Shorter sentences make the reader read faster, so you can use it to show anxiety or fast paced thoughts or actions

Make grammar your bitch

Proper grammar is important, but misusing grammar can be extremely helpful in setting the mood

For example: run on sentences, bad grammar, but if you use them, it shows that the character is having one long, trailing thought and possible anxiety depending on how the run on is structured

Also, not everyone talks properly. Not everyone says “I’m going to go read.” In fact, most native English speakers say “I’m gonna go read.” Learn how the character speaks, and use that.

If you’re going to use google docs (cause lbr not everyone can afford Word) get the grammarly extension on chrome, it’s like your own personal beta

PLAN

Know where you want your fic to go and make notes

If it’s a longer fic, write out a timeline, get your thoughts down and in order, it’ll save time as you write it out as well as prevent forgetting any plot points

Write down what the characters are like at the start of the fic and then at the end of the fic. Longer fics should have some sort of change and growth

However, if you’re going to write a shorter fic, this doesn’t always apply. Some shorter fics are specifically written just to show one point in a character’s life or characters lives and therefore there might not be much growth

Stay open to ideas

Sometimes your writing is going to take you in a different direction than planned. That’s okay.

If you don’t like where it’s going, DON’T DELETE THE SECTION, instead, move it somewhere else, i.e. a new doc, and start from where it started to veer off it’s path

DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO OTHER WRITERS; THIS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL

First, everyone has their own way of writing, don’t try and mimic it, or your writing won’t feel genuine to you or your reader

Second, there is always going to be someone better than you. Always. The more you compare yourself, the harsher you’ll get on yourself, and the less you’ll like writing

Third, everyone has to start somewhere. You will post bad fic. I have. Everyone has. It’s how you start, and it’s how you get feedback and grow. Don’t be ashamed of it

Fourth, you are never done growing. You will always be learning new ways to write, new ways to better express feelings and thoughts

Body language

Body language is a solid 60% of conversations, whether you notice it or not

People can actively hid something in their voice from you, but it’s harder to do so with their body, as so much of what we do is subconscious

Learn what your character’s tells are: when they’re lying, annoyed, happy, frustrated, upset, etc. Also, using general tells are pretty good, too. Quite a few people tend to look to the left when they lie, or cross their arms when they’re being defensive.

Showing is better than telling

Through body language, thoughts, and actions, you can show a character’s feelings a whole lot better than outrightly saying it.

This doesn’t mean never tell, but when you do it all the time, the story gets kinda boring

Find your audience

You want to hit moms in their forties? Write like a realistic, romance author

Wanna hit teens? Write about more fantasy and science fiction, hitting romance while still developing characters as they grow and age

Reach out to others in the fandom

talk with people, make friends, come up with headcanons together

encourage them and they will encourage you

having people to talk to about things is honestly so important and the entire reason i’ve been able to keep writing as well as the reason why i stopped for months before i started writing for voltron

Find how you relate to characters. Don’t make them you, but use how you understand yourself to write them. It’s how I write anxiety, depression, adhd, and anger disorders

Have fun when you write

Talk with friends who enjoy what you’re writing about, share little snippets, get people excited or make them cry

Get yourself excited about making people squeal because of tooth-rotting fluff, or have their heart melt with heavy angst

Read other’s works

Learn what you like and what you don’t, what others like and what they don't

See what works when it comes to imagery and what’s better to just say

But oh my god, don’t ever steal. You’re writing should always be your own. You can take inspiration from other people, but when you steal their work it’s unbelievably rude and is extremely upsetting to the author, plus it’s against literally every sites rules and copyrights, and don’t copy their writing style, it just doesn’t work

One thing I do, that I honestly wish I didn’t, but is at least helpful for me

I always get in the mindset of the character, i.e. if Keith’s upset, I get myself upset and then write, or if Lance is super enthused, I get myself really happy

This can be really exhausting and taxing at times, so do this at your own risk

Music can completely change how you write

Find or make a playlist that has the mood for how you want to write something

Be aware of how the song is affecting your writing, and change it if you need to

When the characters are talking, try to hear their voices in your head and channel that when you write

If you listen to the character’s speaking what you want them to say, it becomes easier for the reader to hear that as well

It makes the characters a lot more believable

Relationships aren’t black and white

there’s cutesy little things, fights/arguments, sex (if you write that) and so much more

think about how you interact with your friends. how you sometimes get frustrated with them and just need to be alone, or how easy it can be to talk with them and spend time with them and how sometimes it can be a mix of the two. it’s a lot like that just with romance and kisses

no two relationships are the same. keith and lance don’t have the same dynamic as shiro and allura. hunk and lance don’t have the same dynamic as hunk and keith. everything and everyone is different and compliment each other in different ways. 

I think this is it and i’m sorry with how long this is, but this is everything that i’ve learned/have helped me over the past 10 months. I hope they help you too!!!