is quickest a word

No matter how busy someone is, if they love you and care they will find a way to make time for you. Even the smallest text message or quickest phone call can say a thousand words
—  Rebecca Press

‘That was an awesome red carpet. Did you do it?’

Hansen!reader x Connor headcanons


- You and Evan are pretty open with one another. Yes you still had disagreements like normal siblings but with what Evan was going through you were just a lot more supportive and understanding of one another. This means that when you first start dating Connor you tell him that you want to bring him over and ask if thats alright as you know that your home is Evan’s safe space where he feels the most comfortable. Evan is fine with this and tries to talk with you about it: “So you - um, you really like this guy - Connor?”. “Yeah I really REALLY like him, Evan”. “As long as he, you know, he makes you happy” Evan would reply with a smile. You’d kiss his cheek and thank him, immediately texting Connor to invite him over. 

- The first time you brought Connor home you thought he might be mean to Evan but he was actually nice to him - well as nice as Connor could be to new people. And now they get along… ok. Connor and Evan definitely … tolerate each other. 

- In fact if you two were ever chilling at your house you’d invite Evan to come and eat with you or watch a movie. I mean he’d always decline, not comfortable with the idea that you two might get a bit too comfortable, but he’d appreciated the gesture. 

- Sometimes when you weren’t home, you’d tell Connor he could come to your house and stay there until things with his family calm down. Whenever he did he and Evan would just awkwardly talk or stand in silence until Evan made an excuse to get away or you returned home. 

- Evan is very protective brother (even though his anxiety might not make him seem like it) but he’s just protective in his own ways. He’s not going to be the type to threaten Connor not to hurt you. Instead, before your first date he’d drop you off and be like “I can pick you up whenever and don’t, um, don’t do any, you know, anything you’re not comfortable with”.

- Heidi would be a sceptical of Connor at first. “Isn’t he a bit old for you?” “We’re the same age, mom” “Well he’s very tall”. You think it was his hair and nails (and intimidating demeanour) which scared her off a bit, but she comes round to him in the end seeing how happy he makes you. She always tries to leave you a bit more money so you can invite Connor round for take out pizza when she’s out at work. 

-  (is it bad that I kind of get Regina George’s mom vibes from Heidi - like only the ‘I’m not just a mom, I’m a cool mom’ and the walking into to the room offering snacks and a condom. No? Just me?? Like maybe she’d walk in on you and Connor getting a bit handsy and be like “Ok, this is a positive thing. Having happy sexual relations is a good thing at your age so just keep doing what you’re doing” rather than scolding you idk)

- If you and Connor ever got in a fight, you just know that Evan would always be there to comfort you. He’d let you cry into him and rant to him and he’d nod supportively and try to help you. 

- Connor has a habit of breaking into your room through the window whenever he gets sick of his parents, but the first time he did it he didn’t know which window was yours and climbed through Evan’s window in the middle of the night. The poor boy nearly had a heart attack thinking that a murderer was climbing into his house. Connor just climbs in, notices Evan, and the two of them just freeze for a moment awkwardly, Connor halfway through the window and Evan half crouching at the end of his bed, until Connor is like “Where’s your umm … your sisters room?” and Evan replies “Down there” and just points him down the hall. “Uhh thanks” Connor says practically running to your room.

- There has been more than one occasion where Evan has walked in on you two making out. Heavily. And its usually because you thought you were home alone (you know how quiet Evan can be) so it was normally on the couch or in the kitchen. He normally turns around blushing and hopes you didn’t notice he was there. But when you do notice him he goes into the quickest string of apologies and excuses ever like: “Oh, I didn’t notice you were here, I didn’t see anything, I mean if I had saw something I wouldn’t say anything any way, but I didn’t, I didn’t see anything and you just keep, uh, you just keep doing you and I’ll keep doing me and we’ll just keep on.. existing together - but not together, not in the same room, separately, far apart, but everything’s fine and I’m fine and you’re fine so we’re all just fine, ok, good”.

the words you gave me may be heavy, but they sit underneath my heart like stones. a foundation to keep me from sinking into the soil that is sopping wet with regret and stress that I cannot clean up. this home and heart may be fragile, may be caving in at the rooftop from the storms, but I’ll never go under with the strength you gave me laid out so plainly, cemented in my soul.

AOMG//Orgasm Denial

Request: Could you cutie patootie do an aomg reaction to telling them that you like overstimulation and orgasm denial.


Walking towards the bedroom as he rids himself of his clothes, getting straight to the point.

“Let’s get to it”


The statement was abrupt but he still got turned on by what you said, keeps it in mind for when you guys get freaky next.  that night

“Thanks for the information, I could use it to my advantage”


Pushes you against the wall, looking down at you intimidatingly, while unbuttoning his shirt seductively.

“Let’s see if you still like it after I’m finished with you”


Late night calls were a regular, as you drifted closer to sleep you began to mumble nonsense, Loco caught the words like, overstimulation and try. Took the quickest route to where you were, the loud knocks shaking you from your sleepy state.

“Ah Baby, I’m here”

bringmemyqueen  asked:

soumako ♧ ( ´ ▽ ` )

♧:One character playing with the other’s hair

Nonsexual acts of intimacy

Makoto theorizes that everyone, no matter their default demeanor, has something that he calls a ‘disarmament button.’ Some form of physical attention that, when inflicted on them, weakens potential walls that the person has up.

Haru, for example; years of careful observation has convinced Makoto that his disarmament button is located is in his hands. That’s why Makoto always insists on helping him out of the pool. Simply making contact there seems to offer some extra level of comfort for him. He thinks Kisumi’s noticed too, because ever since he and Haru have started dating, he seems to be paying a lot of attention to Haru’s hands. There’s a great deal of hand-holding and gentle touching of fingers there.

After nearly six months of dating, Makoto’s concluded that Sousuke’s disarmament button takes the form of his hair.

It’s almost comical, how he melts when Makoto runs his fingers through it. His expression slackens within seconds of Makoto making contact - brows relax, eyes droop, ever-present pout of distaste eases. Makoto can almost see his imaginary tail wagging with contentment. It’s the quickest and surest way to help him relax without breathing a word, tried and true.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbles one rainy morning, unapologetically sprawled on top of Makoto in bed. Makoto doesn’t really see the appeal of laying on him when there’s a whole other half of mattress, but he has yet to find the energy to push him off. For the last ten minutes he’s been playing with Sousuke’s hair; he’s only just stopped, because he thought Sousuke had fallen asleep.

“You’re awake,” he observes faintly.

Sousuke hums. “Don’t stop. I like that.”

“Mm. I’ll keep doing it if you get off.”

“Why do you want me off? I’m keeping you warm.”

“You’re crushing me,” Makoto corrects, wheezing a laugh.

Sousuke clicks his tongue, but relents and rolls off. “You’re so ungrateful.”

“I’m sorry for valuing my ribs,” Makoto replies simply. He returns his fingers to Sousuke’s hair, and is rewarded with a kiss to the inside of his wrist.

fandomfreakgod  asked:

I just wanted to say how much I love what I read here, it's so good!!! I was wondering, how would Ryder's crew react if when they are nervous or scared or even frustrated, they start to hum and/or sing to calm themselves?

Cora: The first time Cora heard Ryder do this was after Alec’s death. They were in Sam node,humming a rather chippy song to themselves. Cora heard their song from down the hall, and was naturally confused and enraged. How could they SING right now? It wasn’t untill Cora actually enterd the room did she see the tears in their eyes,and the grip they had wrapping their arms around themsleves for comfort. She realized it’s a coping mechanism.

Cora usually lets Ryder be, especially when it comes to this strange habit,but if she ever notices them doing this she takes that as a sign to back off and go easy on them. If Romamced,Cora with play in Scotts hair as he sings, the extra touch calming him down more.

Liam: He picked up on it quicker than Cora. When they first got to andromeda, and their sibling’s pod malfunctioned Ryder was pacing back and forth,bitting theit nails,running their fingers through their hair….and singing. It was strange,but Liam could tell Ryder was nervous and worried,so he never said anything to them about it, how ever he does clue in the others. If Romamced, Liam will hold Sara in his arms and rock her, sometimes sing with her if he knows the words.

Drack: He picked it up the quickest. He raised a brow when he heard Ryder hum as they took on the Kett when they met for the first time,but then he noticed, just how slightly their finger trembled on the trigger and song was choked. They were scared,or pissed or both. And he underatood. He never judged,never said a word,but he understood. If Ryder started singing in the battfeild, he’d slip infront of them to let them get their bearings.

Jaal: He is the most comfued about this? Why do they sing at the most strangest times? He did not understand….until Liam told him,then he became sympathetic. If he ever heard Ryder sing like that, he would do any and everything in his power to make things easier on his dearest friend/darling one. If Romamced he holds Ryders hand, and helps them calm their breathing. He once heard them singing on the way to meet his True Mother,Shauna and his heart almsot jumepd out of his chest? They face the threat of the Kett everyday,yet his mother is what scares them? Do they not want to go?

Eventually Ryder had to switch from calming themselves to calming Jaal.

Vetra: She picked up on quick, but not as quick as Drack. She’d notice how Ryder would give small melodic hum when ever they pulled a trigger,or how they hum to themselves when bitterly writing out mission reports. When she hear’s this,she always ask if their okay,even though she knows the answer because talking about it helps too. If Romamced,Vetra will join in along with them,and sometimes do some work for them when they just cant calm down enough to focus.

PeeBee: Its…weird. She noticed how they hummed to themselves all throughout the archives. She watched and waited to see what would happen next,but nothing did- so she just chalked it up to weird humming. It wasn’t until after spending time with Ryder (and a little tip from Liam) did PeeBee figure out what the humming means. When she did, she relised how so much of Ryder’s actions start to make sense. Now when Ryder starts humming, PeeBee tones it down. If romanced, PeeBee will do everything to make Ryder feel more comfortable. If on the the ship,she turns their humming in to an impromptu dance party.


the purpose of this post is to inform and bring awareness to this huge issue that is face everywhere, whether you know it, understand it, accept its reality, or not. But that is not its main purpose. The reason why I am writing this is because I am so heartbroken. I need to get this out of my system. I need to know that, maybe, just maybe, through spreading this story, I may be able to help someone else. But mostly, even if I accomplish nothing with this random, rubbish post, I need to get this out of my system, trust me when I say that. I have not gotten anything done all day and know myself enough to know that until I write it all down I will not get anything else done. skip to the bottom paragraph if you simply want my cheesy, cliche conclusion that I know most of you will simply overlook.

Firstly I will attempt to explain this random post. So I make these fun posts for the ACOTAR fandom, one of my favorites. Mostly these bring me joy since through them I can at least imaging that I made a couple of people from around the globe smile. Or grin. Or laugh. Or simply be happier. They are also so fun for me. Right now though, making some unrelated chat post will not make me feel better, but only worse.

Second, I will tell you the story of a guy I met once. Well not once, he attended my same school. He was not in my grade though, but rather two years older. Either way I will describe him physically. He has that John from the Breakfast club vibe. He even rode a motorcycle to school(this was so shocking because I live in a country where these are not only rare but so are teens who drive. Where I live you can only get your license at 18. Meaning for most people, your parents still drive you to school and back or you take the bus). He was loved by everyone. Trust me on this. Teachers, substitutes, admin, other students, everyone liked him. It was hard not to. He was funny and kind. He was also everywhere. By this I mean he was legit part of every single club available. It was easy to bump into him quite often. There was not a single soul that could say anything bad about him that was true. Trust me on this, because as someone who hates being part of drama but is constantly informed about all the drama going on, I can back up this claim.

Thirdly, I was not close to him. We were not friends, he probably does not even remember my name. To be honest I barely even think of him any more. Why? well he moved schools, no sorry, countries, a year and a half ago. He crossed a whole ocean to never be seen again. That does not mean he was forgotten. On the contrary, everyone would always remember him as a great guy. I had had a conversation with him once which greatly moved me. It actually made my whole day. Sometimes, months and months later, I would still look back on it and smile. He had impacted me in so many ways that I am so absolutely sure he did not even realize. Hell, I did not even realize at the moment but rather weeks later. I guess that how that works. What I need to say with this is that, he was a person who deserved a happy life.

Fourthly, I am shocked. The thing about death though is that it never warns you. I cannot think of a single scenerio in which nobody has lost another person and they have no said “I wish I had had more time.” Yet some deaths come sooner. Today, upon hearing this, my mom said something that was the final trigger that broke down every single barrier that I struggled to keep up and hold back the tears until I could at least be at home. “The best are the ones that fall the quickest” or something along those lines. I wish I could remember it word by word. She may have been quoting someone else, since it did sound familiar (though she said this in Spanish) but that doesn’t matter right now. what matters is that he did not deserve to die. He did not deserve to go. He deserved to be happy. After learning everything he was going through I can just say I wish I could scream this at the top of my lungs. This guy deserved the world. But the world did not deserve him. He was dealing with so much shit, he loved his mum so much, he was so kind when he just didn’t need to be, he was funny, hard working, can you believe that he even got amazing grades? man it just does not make sense. how could he have been stuck somewhere so awful? I tell you this, he was strong. I would not have lasted nearly half as long as he did. Or done such a great job of making the world a better place while suffering through shit no teenager deserved.

Well, what I want to say is this. You never understand a concept unless you have experienced it. Sure I sound cliche as hell but mental illness? Abuse? Suicide? Trauma? all these and so many more and so misunderstood by society. I never thought I would be in this situation. One were I would have to deal with the effects one someone else’s suicide. The only thing I can hope for at the moment is to be more attentive in the future. Listen more carefully. Act with more kindness. Because you being kind to EVERYONE is of great importance. and that tomorrow, once I get to school, no asshole is criticizing him for making the choice he made because it is just as much our fault as anyone else’s. You cannot blame someone for their death if it was caused by suicide just the same way in which you cannot blame them for dying of cancer. It simply makes no sense.

I just want to say, whenever you need someone to rant to, talk to, ask questions to, or whatever the hell you need I AM HERE. I want to be able to do something this time. I was to be able to go to sleep at night knowing that hey if (since I do not want to use his real name I will call him Kyle) Kyle is watching from wherever the hell he is right now, He might understand that he will always be remembered, not as the kid who committed suicide, but the great one who changed the world, no matter how simply, because his life mattered. Just like everyone else’s life matters just the same. And guys, you can never know who is thinking of taking this choice. Never. Trust me on this. It will always be who you least expect. And at least one person you know loves and supports you. I am pretty sure it is quite a lot more than one though. YOU MATTER. and I will ALWAYS respond to anyone’s messages. 

anonymous asked:

if you could only give the same 10 writing/drafting tips for the rest of your life, what would they be?

Ohh wow the pressure is on.

If I think about these more I’ll probably change them, but here’s off the top of my head.

1. Use a thesaurus, just don’t overuse it.

2. Stronger verbs and cutting weasel words are the quickest way to amp up your prose and make it sound polished and punchy. 

3. The question you should be asking yourself for every element of your writing (character, plot, prose, relationships, etc.) is “How can I make this more interesting?”

4. Specificity is always more interesting than vagueness. 

5. You won’t be able to apply all the feedback you get to your writing. The key is learning which feedback resonates with you and your vision of the story, even when it’s critical and means a lot of work for you. Be honest with yourself.

6. Whenever you read a book, take the ten minutes to write out what you thought worked and what didn’t. It’ll do much more for you than just thinking about what you read. Actively engage with what you read. This is why critiquing for other writers will teach you more about writing than anything else.

7. If you find a specific type of writing you enjoy, whether it’s genre or form, that’s awesome. But, don’t be afraid to write something out of your usual story-type if the inspiration hits you. 

8. Don’t assume you’re a good enough writer to break the rules until you can follow them correctly. Writing rules have some flexibility, but pushing your writing within their bounds will, in most cases, lead to stronger writing than ignoring them completely. 

9. Pushing yourself to be productive is great, but allowing yourself time to breathe and rest is also important. Not many people can sustain writing every day for a long period of time. It’s alright to give yourself time to rest and thinking every so often. 

10. No matter how experienced you are, never stop learning, and never stop listening to new points of view. Confidence is great, but there’s a point between overconfidence and humility that you need to find to keep yourself striving for betterment. 

anonymous asked:

emma do you have any advice for when you're short for words? I always struggle to reach even just the minimum required, i don't know what to do :(

Hey! When I do essays I will always look at the word limit and then work out the minimum. My university generally allows 10% under or over! I will then take that amount and divide it between how much I want to write. So introductions, I’ll aim for maybe between 80-100 words and then maybe 200+ for each paragraph - obviously depending on the amount required. Then I’ll just start writing and usually, I’ll manage to go over without realising. I find having that minimum really helpful since you have something to work towards. However, if you’ve already written it here are some other things you could try:

  • make a draft - this is so important! When you get an assessment, write down everything you can think of to include. Later on, you can back in, add more and get to writing. I usually will note my paragraph points and several things to include underneath so I have an idea what I should include.
  • add in more supportive evidence - this can apply for most subjects. You can just add in statistics, quotes, evidence or opinions to add in a few extra words. Even if you lift things from your textbook, for instance, you can say “[the author] notes …..” and paraphrase something.
  • remove any abbreviations - for instance, make WW1 into World War One! Accumulating those little words will usually add up!
  • add adjectives/descriptions - obviously, don’t go over the top adding in a million but single words every now and then can help.
  • see if you can add in filler words like “in which”, “therefore” - I will usually go in and remove them when I edit since I generally go over word limits. The sentences still make sense it is a good way to add in a few other points.
  • if you’re continuing a point add in “furthermore”, “in addition”, “similarity” - again, small words that don’t distract from the point but will boost your word limit. With essays, cohesion is important so you could always add in your 2nd/3rd paragraphs beginnings like, “Unlike [point from paragraph 1], this does …”. 
  • add random words and put them in white (#lifehack) - if you’re submitting essays online which automatically calculate word limit, add in random words at the end of each paragraph and put them in white. They’ll be counted but won’t show up!
  • format to make it look like there is more on the page - if you’re submitting it in a physical copy and yours is a whole page less than other peoples, it may look like you’ve not filled the word limit. Times New Roman is the quickest font to read, so if your assessment style isn’t specific make it a sans serif font. Increase the border margins and spacing! 

Honestly, I’ve lied about so many word limits - either being under or over. I’ve never been caught about it though. Besides one assessment where I’d written like 18,000 words before editing, told my friends and then our teacher heard about it and said I needed to cut down considerably hahah! I’Il hope this helps. I definitely have struggled to meet the word limit before but the more you practice, the better your writing will get! xx

Virginia Woolf on the impossibility for Elizabethan women to have the genius of Shakespeare

“Be that as it may, I could not help thinking, as I looked at the works of Shakespeare on the shelf, that the bishop was right at least in this; it would have been impossible, completely and entirely, for any woman to have written the plays of Shakespeare in the age of Shakespeare. Let me imagine, since facts are so hard to come by, what would have happened had Shakespeare had a wonderfully gifted sister, called Judith, let us say. Shakespeare himself went, very probably – his mother was an heiress – to the grammar school, where he may have learnt Latin – Ovid, Virgil, and Horace – and the elements of grammar and logic. He was, it is well known, a wild boy who poached rabbits, perhaps shot a deer, and had, rather sooner than he should have done, to marry a woman in the neighbourhood, who bore him a child rather quicker than was right. That escapade sent him to seek his fortune in London. He had, it seemed, a taste for the theatre; he began by holding horses at the stage door. Very soon he got work in the theatre, became a successful actor, and lived at the hub of the universe, meeting everybody, knowing everybody, practising his art on the boards, exercising his wits in the streets, and even getting access to the palace of the queen. Meanwhile his extraordinarily gifted sister, let us suppose, remained at home. She was as adventurous, as imaginative, as agog to see the world as he was. But she was not sent to school. She had no chance of learning grammar and logic, let alone of reading Horace and Virgil. She picked a book now and then, one of her brother’s perhaps, and read a few pages. But then her parents came in and told her to mend her stockings or to mind the stew and not to moon about with books and papers. They would have spoken sharply but kindly, for they were substantial people who knew the conditions of life for a woman loved their daughters – indeed, more likely than not she was the apple of her father’s eye. Perhaps she scribbled some pages up in apple loft on the sly, but was careful to hide them or set fire to them. Soon, however, before she was out of her teens, she was to be betrothed to the son of a neighbouring wool-stapler. She cried out that marriage was hateful to her, and for that she was severely beaten by her father. Then he ceased to scold her. He begged her instead not to hurt him, not to shame him in this matter of her marriage. He would give her a chain of beads or a fine petticoat, he said; and there were tears in his eyes. How could she disobey him? How could she break his heart? The force of her own gift alone drove her to it. She made up a small parcel of her belongings, let herself down by a rope one summer’s night and took the road to London. She was not seventeen. The birds that sang in the hedge were not more musical than she was. She had the quickest fancy, a gift like her brother’s, for the tune of words. Like him, she had a taste for the theatre. She stood at the stage door, she wanted to act, she said. Men laughed in her face. The manager – a fat, loose-lipped man – guffawed. He bellowed something about poodles dancing and women acting – no woman, he said, could possibly be an actress. He hinted – you can imagine what. She could get no training in her craft. Could she even seek her dinner in a tavern or roam the streets at midnight? Yet her genius was for fiction and lusted to feed abundantly upon the lives of men and women and the study of their ways. At last – for she was very young, oddly like Shakespeare the poet in her face, with the same grey eyes and rounded brows – at last Nick Greene the actor-manager took pity on her; she found herself with child by that gentleman and so – who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet’s heart when caught and tangled in a woman’s body? – killed herself one winter’s night and lies buried at some cross-roads where the omnibuses now stop outside the Elephant and Castle.”

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own (1929)

helpful hints

If you’ve never done drabbles before you might be thinking: there’s no way I can get my count to exactly 100. I’m here to say you can! Here are some tricks to trim off those final few words:


Just about every time, you can omit the word “that” from a sentence. 

Link knew that Rhett would be home; Stevie said that he would be.
Link knew Rhett would be home; Stevie said he would be.

Both lines are grammatically correct, but the second has two fewer words. Removing that is one of the quickest and easiest ways to reduce word count.


Check for phrases using “of” – often, you can say the same thing more briefly.

Rhett opened the top of the gift: it was a cup made of wood.
Rhett opened the gift: it was a wooden cup.

One of Link’s hands moved down the side of Rhett’s body
Link’s hand moved down Rhett’s body

This is a big one for me – I have to watch myself or I’m writing stuff like “the skin of his belly” or “the palm of his hand” constantly. There’s nothing wrong with that per se, but eventually it gets tedious, and it really weighs down word count.


Prepositional phrases can often be changed or omitted without losing meaning:

  • the sun set instead of the sun went down
  • he answers the door instead of he walks over to the door and opens it
  • we got Chinese food instead of we got food from the Chinese place

Within the context of the drabble, short sentences don’t feel as blunt or abrupt.  (And I’d lose 3 words if I’d typed “within drabble context” instead of “within the context of the drabble”. See?)

cheat sheet

To drop those last one or two words, make sure:

  • not to separate compound words (headboard, earlobe, fingertip)
  • to use hyphens if grammatically correct (belly-button, Adam’s-apple)
  • to avoid dialogue tags unless they’re truly necessary
  • to check for removable modifiers (the piece of paper)

And to end at the beginning, the first things to cut are extra adjectives and especially adverbs. In other fic they’re great, but they’ll weigh down a drabble like an anchor. Choose them carefully, and you’ll say so much with so little.

Happy drabbling!

liarlagoon  asked:

I lowkey HC that Flash is so mean to Peter cause he has a lil crush on him but will never admit it, so since they have known each other since childhood I like to imagine that Flash was mean abt everything else just like usual after Peter came out as trans but he was one of the quickest to adjust to Peter's name and pronouns bc, in the words of star-lord, "i may be an ass, but im not a complete dick"

Flash always uses Peter’s correct name and pronouns, even when he’s trying to be a complete ass. As soon as Pete came out as trans Flash immediately calls him ‘Penis’ Parker because as much as he wants to irritate Peter, he knows there’s nothing worse than being a transphobe and misgendering someone on purpose.
People ask him why he uses Peter’s correct pronouns and stuff if he hates him so much and he always shrugs it off saying “it’s none of your business” but in reality, Flash has a soft spot for Peter. They’ve known each other for as long as he can remember really. And deep down, he’d much rather Peter disliked him for being an asshole now and again than Peter disliking himself for being trans.

btw, of you see me repeating a lot of words, and consistently using the same words to describe different things.. or you see me using odd or unconventional wording.. or even saying the same word in a single sentence..

it’s not because i am uninspired, lazy, or love using buzzwords.. it’s because i am autistic. i struggle to go outside comfort zone, i need to use the words that i find expresses my thoughts the quickest, and this is just how my brain is wired..

i am autistic, i am not pretentious, stupid, lazy, nor arrogant.. i just have a neurotype that makes me act in different ways from many other people. that doesn’t mean i am trying to be special.

Friday Nights - Jimin

Genre: fluff – jimin style

Word count: 2841

Rating: PG-13 because Jimin’s too sexy

The distant booming of bass-heavy music filled the bustling night air, with echoes of boisterous conversations and impatiently honking cars completing the night time city soundtrack. Shoving your hands into the pockets of your black addidas zip up hoodie, you drank in and released a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline pumping through your veins. It was Friday night and that could mean only one thing – it was dance battle night.

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I got this request for a part 2, and I’ve never gotten I request for a second part, so maybe you guys want a third part after this?? Sorry it’s a bit short, I’ve been a bit busy, but there is always room for more parts right?! :) - Chelsea

I looked at the bite mark on my neck in the mirror that was nailed into my school locker. I saw Lydia walking toward me from the corner of my eye and I cover the bite with my sweater swiftly.

“Y/N, I’m having this killer party at my house and you are coming. You don’t have a say in this, make sure you were something sexy.” Lydia smiled and walked down the hallway to get to class. I looked around. That was the quickest conversation I had ever been in; I didn’t even say one word. I looked back into the mirror and I looked at the purple color under my eyes from the lack of sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about that night in the basement with Theo.

I don’t know what I felt, but it wasn’t something good. I felt happy and I felt emotion while it was happening. It was the way he caressed my skin with his strong hands, the way his lips touched my sensitive skin, the way he found my sweet spots so easily, and the way he breathed; there was something different about the way he was breathing. It was soft, but not too soft; it was uneven, but not so out of order that he was groaning through it. It was gentle and even, he did the same tone of breathing in between the kisses he did on my neck.

Then after I felt his caring breathing, he bit me. Once he bit me, I knew that something was happening, that it was more than hot sex. When does a werewolf bite someone unless they mark them?

I walked down the hallway and I decided to head into the girls bathroom and check if my makeup wasn’t messed up already from rubbing my eyes constantly that morning. My make up was perfect surprisingly. But the purple under my eyes told a story that I would never be able to explain.

I walked out of the bathroom and as soon as I turned I ran into Theo.

“Holy sh-,” I said and he had a smirk on his face as he was leaning on the floor. He looked so hot though. He had a V-neck shirt on with a black sweater on and his hair was clean and slicked upward like usual.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, dollface.” He said and pushed me against the lockers, he held one hand against the locker and the other hand on my waist.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked. He was up to something. It was obvious that he wanted something from me. I knew that he didn’t have any feeling for me, even though I thought that maybe there was a tiny bit of humanity inside of him.

“What do you mean? I’m just talking to the girl that I slept with in the high school basement. It started with you being freezing and that you needed to be warm or you would get sick. We obviously didn’t want that, so I decided to help the damsel in distress like the good looking prince I am.” He said with his perfect toothed smile. He was always cocky and thought so high of himself.

I rolled my eyes and tried to walk away from him and head to calculus. Theo backed up so that he was in front of me once I gain.

“Whoa there princess, we need to talk about what’s going to happen next.”

“What’s going to happen next?” I scoffed and crossed my arms against my chest.

“I know you felt something.” He said.

“I might have, but did you? I think that’s the real question here, well, at least for me.” I moved out of his way again. I heard him growl and I smirked. For some reason it gave me pleasure knowing that he was getting frustrated. He ran and got in front of me once again.

“Oh my Jesus, when are you going to give up?” I asked, very annoyed.

“Not until you listen to me.”

“Okay, fine, how about I listen to you when school ends?” I asked.

He nodded. “Meet me at the back of the school, we’ll go to my house and talk about it.” I raised an eyebrow. He wanted me to come to his house? Well, holy shit.

I nodded and smiled. I bumped into him on purpose and headed to my calculus with a big smile on my face. I could feel that Theo had a smile on his face as well.