All I want right now is to lay in the grass, cuddle up next to you, and look at the stars. We would talk through the tranquility of the night with our hushed conversations about everything from our favorite pizza toppings to the things we swore to never reveal. We would name all the stars in the sky and sing to the moon until the silence engulfed us. Except this silence wouldn’t be awkward and unnerving. It would be filled with the jokes we made, the secrets we told, the trifling topics that were not nearly as meaningless as they seemed. This silence would be filled with the thundering outcries of love and passion. And in this deafening silence, I would fall asleep in your arms captivated by the beauty of everything. The chill of the night. The bright stars. The light-hearted yet profound conversation. The smell of your cologne. The feeling of your hands engulfing mine. The taste of your lips against mine. And most importantly, you.
[translations] 2017.03.25 NCT DREAM fansign at Daegu fan accounts
1. OP asked if Jeno has other wishes, Jeno says he hopes to win number 1 on Music Bank [JENOLEE423]
2. OP wanted to say many things to Haechan but she was flustered and forgot everything. OP told Haechan she would be going overseas for some time, so she won’t see him and will miss him a lot, please cheer for me. And he said,”Do your best alone!!” [livluve]
3. Chenle has mentioned that Mark and Jisung are both cute, so OP asked whom Chenle thinks is cuter, Chenle said it’s Mark hyung. [NCT_YOON5959]
4. OP asked Haechan what kind of scent do they use in his and Mark’s room recently. Haechan (shyly): Rose, rose scent. OP didn’t get to ask for the brand they are using T_T [99markleemh]
5. OP: You once said if there was a middle school rapper you would like to appear in it right? Jisung: …. yeah haha OP: Who would you want as your mentor if that really happened? (OP thought Jisung would choose a non-idol rapper) Jisung: Mark hyung!! [hixiu0326]
6. Jeno mentioned when DREAM went to the filming site for High School rapper he was more nervous than Mark.. Donghyuck was about to faint, Mark didn’t even cry but Donghyuck almost cried [DongMark_HAE] -i’m fainting too-
7. OP asked Mark who in Gangseo team is he closest to. Mark,”Uh… No matter who it’s Yoonho?” [dearmymark0802]
8. OP: Jeno what are the merits/demerits of having Renjun as the roommate? Jeno: He’s quiet OP: Is that a merit?? Jeno: ^^ OP: What snacks do you like? Jeno: Gummies.
9. OP: Jisung aren’t you the tallest in NCT Dream. *Jisung smiled* Any secrets to your tall built? Jisung: You just need to reborn [JENOLEE423]
10. OP asked Mark if there’s any rapper he would like to produce songs with, Mark answered Gaeko [nct_sidoo]
11. Jeno said that he looks old/mature. Because OP was too nervous all she did was stare at Jeno. After Jeno signed the album, she realized Jeno wrote “XX-Noona”. OP,”But I’m the same age as you..” So Jeno erased the Noona and wrote XX-ah~ [yellowmark802]
12. OP: Mark says you cook well Haechan: (Shrunk a little and laughed) OP: What are you the most confident in cooking? Haechan: I make really delicious ramyeon! (suddenly became confident and sat upright hahaha) The secret to a delicious ramyeon is bean sprouts.. [nnaximin]
OP: Song you been listening to recently? Jisung: (BTS’s) Spring Day *Jisung wrote noona on the post it note when he was supposed to write it on his photo* OP: Ah! Don’t write it there (post it)! Jisung: Ah! Gosh (ERASES IT) OP: ???? [HAECHANO6O6]
14. OP: What if the younger members aren’t listening? Renjun: (looks at Chenle and did a thumbsup) They are obedient! [saltXcaramel]
15. OP: If Jisung is going to sell Bungeo-ppang in the future, would you sell cream puffs too? Jisung: Nope~ OP: Just red beans? Jisung: Yeah, everything else are just so-so (shakes head) OP: How about pizza? Jisung: Not my style either [saltXcaramel]
16. OP: If you had to give a Korean name to a cat or a dog, what name would you give it? Chenle: Uh………………………. Jisung!! (and he laughed) [nnaximin]
A/N: So I know this part isn’t taking the story further, but don’t worry - there will soon be a part 4. I just wanted to write the story behind the recruiting of Brett into the pack.
After the interaction
with Theo you decided to take some distance of the boys for one night, against
their dissatisfaction. You wanted to hang out with the girls, so you invited
them over for a girls night.
Link and Zelda are freshmen in college and they’re really good friends
They live on the same floor and have gotten quite a group going
On Fridays they all go to the local pizza place together
It’s considered a sacred ritual to unwind in their group, but ALL the college kids go there
And the place knows it, they advertise the hell out of the place on campus. There are flyers EVERYWHERE for this place on campus
Anyway one day Zelda decides that she has too much work to do and bails on the group
Link is full of righteous fury after he can’t convince her to come, and in retribution, he tapes one of the flyers across her door
When she opens the door to her room to use the bathroom, she walks face-first into the flyer
Of course, she knows exactly who does it.
So the next morning she takes the pizza flyers that she has and stuffs his mailbox
Link is momentarily annoyed when the flyers fall all over the floor in the common area but really he’s glad she’s giving him more ammunition. He waits till she’s in the shower and then throws an entire stack of them over the curtain and runs
She convinces Sheik to let her into his room and shoves flyers into every available container while he’s in class–the Keurig, his water bottle, his jar of Sriracha, EVERYTHING, and runs
It’s not even about the missing pizza date at this point, it’s about the real and true sexual competitive tension that they have been feeling all year and everyone knows it but them
He steals her binder for her hardest class out of her backpack when she’s distracted in the common room, takes out all her notes, hole punches the flyers, replaces them, and puts the binder back in her bag to discover in class
NOBODY touches her notes. And Link is going home for the weekend. So Zelda gets all of her friends together, pools together all of their flyers (which at this point have been stolen off of every available surface on campus) and they attack the room
Only Link’s side, of course, or Sheik would never agree
But they take these flyers and they COVER his room, creating a flyer blanket, a flyer pillow, flyer clothes in his closet, flyer rugs, and everything else. They take all the decorations out of his room (even his Women’s weekly calendar) and replace them with flyers.
Needless to say, everyone is too sick of pizza to do pizza next Friday
they get tex mex instead
(based off a true battle between friends…pic after the cut)
Nights spent wrapped up in Stiles’s arms were the best kind of nights. They were the kind of nights where you’d talk about nothing yet everything, order pizza, make out while watching Marvel movies; they were good nights.
There was something you’d had on your mind for months. Months you had been wanting to say those words to him but the time was just never right. You were too afraid of what his reply would be. Would he say it back? Would he say nothing? The uncertainty of it all scared you.
“What’s on your mind?” Stiles asked, brushing your cheek with his thumb, “You look like you’re thinking of something serious.”
You looked up at him, staring into those wonderfully brown eyes and decided to do it, “Stiles… I love you.”
There was a pause as he registered what you’d said to him. A blink and then a whisper of, “Tell me again.”
“I love you, Stiles Stilinski.”
“I’m completely in love with you. I love you.”
He pulled you to him, crushing his lips against yours for a heated kiss, before pulling away and with a wide grin, “I love you, too.”
Like, there is no way lesbians in general are underrepresented in the community except sometimes in comparison to cis gay men—and only sometimes. And then lots of times cis lesbians (or afab nb ones) use that “sometimes” as an excuse to dominate spaces and conversations that aren’t even about them. They’ll implicitly use patriarchal stereotypes of female fragility to make everyone else look threatening, the same way terfs and racist white feminists do, and call everyone who picks up what’s going on a lesbophobe. When are we going to get rid of this? When will cis women stop making it all about them?
fandom: girl meets world ship: riley matthews x lucas friar word count: 1,652 summary: riley matthews thinks that lucas friar’s lips are their own special kind of magic and she’s completely under their spell // or riley just really loves lucas’ lips notes: this is just a lil drabble that i was inspired to write, 99.9% of the inspiration came from this amazing drabble by my girl @friarlucas who also was the major encouragement for me in writing this. not much happens plot wise, but there are feelings. enjoy!
At the tender age of twelve, Riley Matthews has yet to have her first kiss.
She knows that it isn’t that big of a deal, there are plenty of other girls her age that haven’t locked lips yet, but she’s waiting and the wants the moment to be perfect. Her only problem is that none of the boys in her class have lips that she wants to kiss. Dave’s are too chapped, constantly cracked and look unpleasant to touch. Wyatt’s are too wet, due to his constant lick lipping and smacking. Farkle’s are always moving too fast, she’s never able to get a good look at them as he’s always spewing words from them at a mile a minute, far too fast for her to keep up with it.
It isn’t until she meets Lucas Friar that she knows what perfect lips look like, and she wants nothing more than to kiss them.
When you found out you were pregnant, you were excited beyond words. Ethan was even more excited than you! You guys had been married for a little under a year and had already talked about having kids soon, so when you got pregnant… it was all you needed to complete the both of you; it was what the both of you dreamed for. As time progressed, so did the things you each got for your baby. From onesies and the crib to the closet full of diapers and bibs, you had a bunch of stuff already. You hadn’t even had your baby shower yet, either! Today, you had just turned five months pregnant and each month, Ethan would draw another line of how much you grew on the wall of the baby’s room. Within the past month, you grew 7 more inches! (don’t judge me, I don’t know how fast babies grow???) As Ethan kissed you bump, your stomach growled, causing a giggle from your lips. “You hungry?” Ethan asked with a grin. You nodded excitedly and knew just what you wanted. Pizza, but not any pizza. Pineapple pizza with pickles and ranch! You told Ethan what you wanted and he just shook his head. “That is a disgrace to pineapple pizza.” He muttered under his breath. Ethan grabbed a couple of things from the counter in the kitchen, like keys and such, and you both headed off to the local pizza place.
You were regulars, so as you walked in, you were graced with a lot of “Welcome!”’s and “Nice to see you again!”’s. You and Ethan took your places at the booth and were served immediately with your drinks and some bread sticks. You ordered the pizza you were craving and Ethan ordered his. Chattering all around the two of you, Ethan moved over from his side of the booth to yours to hear you better and keep up conversation. You talked about everything under the sun before your pizza finally arrived. You face lit up as the server laid it on the table. You quickly got a slice, dipped in it ranch, and took a big bite of it. The flavors tastes heavenly on your tongue! You hummed and did a little dance in your seat because of how well it tasted. Ethan, again, shook his head at you, but still whispered how much he loved you in your ear which caused you to smile even wider. You knew that Ethan was going to make a great dad when your baby came in a short three months.
I hear Luke yelling, but it sounds like he’s a million miles away. Everything is so dark as well. I can’t focus on anything but the sound of Luke’s voice.
“I didn’t mean to!” Says another voice.
Luke groans. “I don’t give a fuck what you ‘meant’ to do! She could’ve died!”
“But she didn’t,” the other softer voice says. “It was just a weird accident, Luke. She’s gonna be fine.”
I start to feel closer to the voices, and pretty soon I realize that they must be in the same room as me. I force my eyes to open and blink a few times to adjust them to the light.
“L-Luke?” I croak. My throat feels like it’s on fire.
I hear feet shuffling and then someone grabs my hand.
“Hey,” he says, his blue eyes filled with worry. “How are you feeling?”
I try to speak, but my throat is so dry that all that comes out is a weak cough. Luke turns to Michael who’s standing close behind him.
“Can you go get her some water,” he asks softly.
Michael nods and then turns toward the hallway. Luke turns back to face me and he gently brings my hand up to his lips. He plants a soft kiss on the back of my hand and then offers me a weak smile.
“What happened?” I ask, my voice husky.
Luke sighs, “The pizza had shrimp on it.”
My eyes go wide and my hand immediately flies up to my throat. I’m deathly allergic to shellfish. How did shrimp get on our pizza?
“Michael must not have read the menu before he ordered,” Luke says, looking away. “He didn’t realize that there would be shrimp.”
My eyes narrow as the cogs in my brain start to whir. “What kind of pizza place puts shrimp on a supreme pizza? That’s unusual.”
Luke shrugs. “What matters is that you’re okay.”
I nod, but something in the back of my mind keeps telling me that I’m not okay. I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach that I can’t get rid of. I hear a buzzing noise and Luke reaches into his pocket. He pulls out my cellphone and hands it to me.
“This has been going off nonstop for a while,” he says. “I think it might be your parents. I called them this morning to let them know what happened.”
My head jerks toward him and my eyes go wide.
“No,” he quickly says, “not everything that happened. Just about the pizza.”
I breathe a sigh of relief just as my phone stops ringing. I look at the screen and see that I have five missed calls from an unknown number. Why would my parents be calling from a blocked number? It starts to ring again, so I answer.
There’s nothing but heavy breathing on the other end of the phone.
“Is anyone there?”
Luke gives me a weird look and I continue listening to the heavy breaths on the other end of the line.
“This is only the beginning,” a voice says.
My mouth goes dry and I can’t get any words out. It’s Jonah.
The line goes dead and I force myself to lower the phone from my ear. Luke sees the shock on my face and I see his mouth moving, but I can’t hear the words he’s saying. He takes the phone out of my hand and looks to see who was calling.
“(Y/N)?” He asks, snapping me out of my trance.
I look over at him and see the confusion on his face. I shake my head and look back down at my hands.
“Nothing, it was a wrong number,” I mumble.
I’m not sure why I don’t just tell him. Oh wait, yes I do. If I tell Luke then he’s going to try and kill Jonah. Jonah deserves a lot of things, but he doesn’t deserve to die, and I certainly don’t want Luke to go to jail. I can tell he doesn’t believe me, though.
“You wouldn’t look so freaked out if it was just a wrong number,” he says, his voice soft. “Was it him?”
Before I have to answer, Michael comes back in with a cup of water. He walks over to my bedside and sets it down on the table beside me.
“Thanks,” I say as I offer him a weak smile.
Michael smiles back, but it doesn’t look genuine. I know he’s feeling guilty about the whole pizza situation, but he shouldn’t. Clearly Jonah was behind this somehow.
“Don’t worry about it,” I whisper to Luke to try and settle his worry about the phone call.
I can tell he wants to push the subject, but he drops it for now. Michael apologizes over and over again, and I keep telling him that it’s not his fault. It doesn’t help, though, that every time I say that Luke groans. Luke clearly blames Michael, but he shouldn’t. I should just tell him that Jonah is trying to kill me, but something is stopping me.
“Uh, I should get back to my place,” Michael says after a few minutes. “Ash was supposed to come over today and he’ll ask questions if I’m not there when he arrives.”
I nod and smile at him. “Okay. Thanks for coming, Mike.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Luke scoffs.
Michael quickly leaves the room and I turn to glare at Luke.
Luke just shrugs. “He deserves it,” he says. “He could’ve killed you.”
I just roll my eyes and turn away from him. I’m not in the mood to try and figure things out right now. I just want to get out of this wretched hospital and get back to the comfort of my own bed.
“(Y/N),” Luke says, his voice more serious. “Was it Jonah on the phone? Did he say something?”
Thankfully, I don’t have long to answer before a nurse walks into the room. She begins checking my vitals and I use that as an excuse to stay silent. I can’t decide what to tell Luke, but I don’t think I want him to know the truth.
“Everything looks good,” the nurse says after a few minutes.
She hands me a clipboard with a stack of papers on it.
“You’ll just have to sign these discharge forms and you should be good to go,” she says.
I thank her and she leaves to give me a few minutes to fill out all of the forms. There are a lot of questions about my medical history and a long discharge statement that I have to read and agree to. Luke stays silent while I concentrate on the paperwork and I’m glad. I need to get out of here before I can clear my head.
Once I’ve signed the final piece of paper, Luke takes the clipboard from me and helps me out of bed. I slip on my shoes that are sitting in a chair at the edge of the room. Luke puts his arm around me as if I need help walking, but I don’t. I feel fine now. Well, as fine as I can feel when I’m surrounded by hospital walls. This place still freaks me out.
I drop the papers off at the front desk and pretty soon I’m good to go home. I walk outside and wait on the sidewalk while Luke calls a cab. The hospital isn’t too far from our flat and I told Luke I’d be fine to walk, but he insists on calling a cab. I had an allergic reaction for Christ’s sake, I didn’t rupture an organ.
Luke and I are silent as we wait for the cab to arrive. I don’t know how I’m going to get through this without telling him, but I’m gonna have to try. The last thing I want is for something to happen to him because of me.
“I really like you too, Levi… even if you are kinda lame…” Thalia said cheekily.
She took a bite of her pizza, and looked up at him, “Just kidding. You’re not lame. Nah, I think you’re pretty cool too…”
“I.. uhm.. thanks,” he said, his heart rate increasing.
As they ate their pizza, they talked and joked about everything. Thalia talked to Levi about the volleyball team she was on, and how they were candidates for regionals. She talked about Willow Creek, and what it was like living there. She talked about her little brother, who seemed to always be a pain these days.
And Levi sat, and listened intently to her.
“Oh hey, my mom just texted me.. she’s here to pick us up. You ready?”
Summary: (of this series) For the past two years, you and Baekhyun have been dating. But for the past six months, he’s treated you like a stranger. Tight schedules and different careers drive the two of you apart from each other. What happens when you decide you’re no longer happy and enough is enough?
Summary: (of this chapter) Some fluffy Baekhyun and the final angsty ending with Yixing.
“What are you sorry and thankful for?” you ask him.
“I’m sorry for treating you like a stranger for so long. I’m thankful you took me back, jagi. I don’t want to be strangers with you anymore.”
“What do you want to be then?”
“This is just a thought but…husband and wife?” he asks, his eyes lighting up.
“Here,” Baekhyun says, scooping up some ice cream on the neon green spoon. Feeding you, the mango flavored food reaches your tongue and you smile. “How is it?” he asks, his eyes moving around your face.
You nod. “Good. Have you tasted it?”
His eyes dart around your face once more. “Yes.” he says, his face moving closer to yours now. “I have an idea.” he whispers.
“What?” you ask.
“Are you okay with a blind fold?”
“Huh?” you ask.
“I bought all this ice cream and I was thinking we should feed each other different flavors without our sight. Then, whoever guesses the most flavors right gets a prize.”
Keith checked his bag again. OK— Corona for Lance, Sam Adams for me, and rum for later— just need to pick up the pizza. He still had an hour before Lance would be home— he could pull this off.
It wasn’t the idea that Keith couldn’t surprise his boyfriend— after four years, he was pretty damn good at it. It wasn’t even the potential copious amounts of alcohol they might consume. No, the weight in his stomach had everything to do with the weight in his back pocket.
If all went according to plan, Keith would end the night without Lance as his boyfriend, and instead, his fiance.
Imagine being Bruce’s daughter who dating Jason, only to die on a mission.
Relationship: Family and Lover
A/N: Fight me!
Jason and yourself danced around each other on the sparring mat as Dick and Tim watched. As Jason faked moving right you attacked him from the left. Jason grabbed your leg as he pulled you closer to him. As you got closer you hit him in the center of his chest causing him to let go of your leg and move back resting is hand on his chest.
“Damn it sweetheart that hurt.” You smirked as you rushed over to him, sweeping his legs out from under him, he started to fall back. You caught him by the collar of his shirt with a smile as he lifted his hands up in defeat.
“You win. I ate your pizza.” You dropped him on his back.
“You ass! I wasn’t even pissed at you for that but now I am!” Dick and Tim laughed as you began yelling at Jason for eating your pizza.