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theficplug · 4 years ago

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Swipe Right

Tyler Lepley x Black Reader

warnings : none, mostly fluff with just a tiny bit of smut if you can call it that at the end. i’m not too familiar with him but i tried ! to the cutie who requested, i hope you like it. alright enjoy x Face mask on. Wine in hand. Impulsive 10$ Dark and Lovely hair dye bought at the beauty supply store already slathered in your hair. It was your time set aside out of the week for you and your best friend to complain. Although homegirl was on the other end of the phone getting ready for anniversary and was not relating to your rant of the night.

“Girl, I’m telling y’all right now if I get another unsolicited dick pic in my dms or another “You got the bill right? I’m just a lil in between jobs right now you know how it is right baby”? I’m joining a nunnery because I love love, but me and my bank account can NOT keep getting played like this.” you rant to your friends over a video call as you walk around your apartment tending to the foils in your hair.

The series of failed dates and “talking stages” had left a sour taste in your mouth and put you off from dating altogether, but your best friend Layla is trying to convince you to give Tinder another go.

“I don’t know Lala. I just don’t have another talking stage in me. I’m grown in the words of the iconic Miss New York Tiffany Pollard : I want eggs CRACKED AND SCRAMBBBLLEEDD”

Layla’s husband Aaron’s laughter erupted from somewhere in the room on her end and you raise an eyebrow not knowing that he had been ear hustling the whole time.

��Just give a little more time. You never know what can be right around the corner! There has got to be at least a few foine men on Tinder. Give it one more try.” Layla encouraged before saying that she had to go because her man had the night planned for their anniversary dinner.

You huffed and sat the phone aside as you waited for the copper coloured hair dye to process your curiosity got the better of you and you reached for your phone again.

As you thumbed through the profiles of folks “looking for a beautiful girl for me and my husband (:” and “if you a feminist, pay for our first date”. You were two seconds away from putting your phone to the side again before you noticed “Tyler Lepley” and his profile.

You nearly spit out the cheap bottle of Stella Rose on your carpet in disbelief. “No, this has got to be a whole ass catfish. Why would his fine ass be on Tinder of all places? Let’s humour him. Wait but he’s verified... At the very least this should be funny as hell.” you say to yourself before rolling your eyes.

“Okay and I definitely got to make some single friends cause I’m really home on a Saturday night talking to myself. . . Whatever-”

You swipe right on his profile and almost instantly your phone notified you that there was a match.

‘Hey I just wanted to let you know I think you’re beautiful and if you’re ever in the area I’d like to take you out sometime. On me of course.’

“Oh he’s good.” you thought to yourself as you tried to think of a reply.

‘Sure, I’d love to. I’m actually driving up to Atlanta tomorrow for work. And if it’s really you. I want a Tika Sumpter autograph when we meet lol.’ you respond having a little fun with the troll at least before you log out for the evening.

‘Oh, so you don’t think it’s me? I ain’t nobody big. Just tryna find the right one to bring home for the holidays so my nosey aunties can stop asking me when I’m gon get a wife lol.’

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“Pfft.. Anybody could’ve gotten that from Instagram or something.” you said to yourself.

He’s good though. You’ll give him that much.

‘Okay tattoos and lips! You’re handsome or whatever.That’s understandable. I’m looking for the same thing but I must be looking in all the wrong places cause if i run into one more dud that’s looking for a unicorn for them and their wife to “share”. Whew- it’s a lot lol.’

‘I get you. I haven’t matched with too many women on here myself. They either tryna see how they can get a job at the studio or they want me to be their sugar daddy. Which I ain't got no problem wining and dining my women btw. I’m just not looking for that kinda situationship. If you don’t mind I’d like to video call you cause looking as good as you look. I'm just tryna make sure you’re not a catfish.”

Hold up. This was just supposed to be a little fun and now this man is using the video call function on Tinder and you’re still sitting there with the dye on your head.

‘Give me 25 minutes.’ you respond quickly before he replies with ‘take your time’.

The race was on as you began running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off as you wash out the dye quickly and inspect the colour. It was a really pretty natural ginger shade as you grab your hair diffuser and blow out your hair a little to dry it the best you could.

After grabbing your makeup bag , you slap on the winged liner, a little highlighter, mascara, and a dark brown lipstick like you were back in school trying to get ready before class.

You fluff and shake out your hair while looking at yourself in the mirror. With 5 minutes to spare you go to your closet and pull out a cozy warm brown cropped jumper that really stood out against your deep skin tone.

“Alright, please don’t waste my time.” you whisper to yourself as you press the video call button and wait for him to come onto the screen. After about a minute and no answer you let out a heavy sigh feeling a little embarrassed and like a fool for actually believing that The Universe was about to hook you up like that.

You put your phone on the table next to you and leaned back in the chair before hearing the notification go off again.

After going back and forth about it for a few seconds you hesitantly answered the call and had to contain the array of emotions you were going through when you saw him actually on the phone, smiling at you with those pretty ass white teeth.

You put the phone for a second before letting out a ‘thank you Jesus’.

“I should be saying the same thing about you! You are beautiful. God damn. When I first saw your profile I was like man aint no way. She gotta be some sort of catfish or something. I thought at the most it would be a funny cover story tomorrow on The Shade Room or something. ‘Tyler Lepley Catfished By Tinder Boo’. I apologize for not answering your call earlier. I just wrapped on set and I wanted to be able to hear you and give you my undivided attention. How are you this evening?” he says chuckling deeply and softly as he sits back in his trailer.

“I was thinking the same thing. I’m like at least it’ll humour me, but I wasn’t really expecting you to want to talk. How are you? I was completely kidding about the whole Tika Sumpter thing by the way.” You say giggling nervously before fussing about with the window to try and get better lighting.

“Oh really? Cause i got her to sign this shirt for you and everything. I can just do a giveaway with it or something else. I like your hair by the way...I’m doing good. It’s been a long day of pretending to get my ass kicked and running lines but I’m grateful to be in even better company with your pretty self. Even if it is through the screen for now. There’s something about a woman like you. I feel like I wanna know everything.” he compliments and flatters you and it’s taking your mind a while to process that this is not some extreme episode of Punk’d.

“YOU DID NOT! Of course I want the shirt. I was just fronting cause I didn’t wanna seem like that’s the only reason why I wanted to talk to you. Also, thank you. You just seem like someone who’s got his shit together and I really like that. At this stage in life people think I move too fast or that my standards are too high. I think it’s just because I know what I want. I want to be married, I want to be happy and comfortable. I eventually would really like to have kids. I want to have kids young so that I can have even more time loving them and my own little family..” you don’t like to waste time with the small talk. That’s nice too but you like to get straight to the point so that you’ll know if your views on life are aligned.

And just like that you two begin to connect instantly . You talked and talked for hours from the time he left his trailer to drive home and halfway into the night.

You actually ended up falling asleep on the phone with him because neither one of you wanted to hang up.

Scheduling conflicts prevented you from meeting up with him the next day but of course that didn’t stop either of you from constantly just wanting to hear from each other.

4 weeks later after non stop talking and sending pictures and videos of your day when you couldn’t talk to each other. Both of your schedules lined up perfectly and you ended up meeting in Atlanta.

You met him at a little cozy cafe and he held the prettiest bouquet of scarlet roses in one hand and a coffee for you in the other while standing with a huge smile etched across his face.

“Hey handsome” you say to him before leaning in to hug him but was not expecting the peck to the lips.

Even though you’ve discussed it and you’re both “if the vibe is right fun is not off the table” kind of people.

You kiss his soft plump lips back and thank him for the flowers. Of course given the part of the city that you were in, he was recognized almost immediately by the barista.

“My mama and auntie love your show.They both got me into it too. We thought they were gonna kill you off this season! I was scared for you. If you don't mind, can i have a picture?’ The woman named Ericka asks as she moves from behind the desk .

“Hey Ericka, thank you. I appreciate it, of course.” He replied warmly to her before looking over at you to double check if you’re okay with everything.

You awkwardly move to the side so that he can have his photo with the giggling fan already batting her eyelashes at him.

He softly grabs your hand to keep you close to him and shakes his head. He’s lowkey clingy in the cutest way as he moves you behind him so that you aren’t in the photo and wraps your arms around his waist before flashing a smile at the fans phone.

“Thank you so much and you are so pretty!” She says to you before trying to quickly hustle back to work in the quiet slow moving coffee shop.

“Me? Look at you and your pretty self ! I like your braids too!” You respond sweetly as Tyler beams with pride while watching you interact with the fan.

“Sorry about all of that” he leans down to whisper in your ear before walking with you out of the coffee shop.

“I don’t know about you but I ain't even gon’ lie I’m nervous as hell. I’ve been spending the last two weeks trying to figure out the best ways to spoil the hell outta you. I just think you’re incredible. From your story about all that you’ve been through to just like you. I ain’t ever had this before.” he admits and it throws you a little that he was the one nervous to meet you.

“Nervous to meet me? Tyler, you meet about 50 different beautiful women a day. I’m not saying I’m not the shit cause I am. But no need for nervousness here. I think you’re probably the most down to Earth famous person I’ve met dude. A lot of them are real snotty when I style them and stuff. Just completely out of touch…You’re always busy doing something and I’m always working on something. How about we just do nothing? What’s your favourite way to do nothing?” I get all of my favourite foods and snacks and then I just watch all of my comfort movies and shows and forget about everything going wrong with the world even if just for a little bit.” you admit and he nods along before opening the car door for you.

The entire car ride there wasn’t an awkward moment or any tension hanging in the air. The conversation flowed smoothly all the way from the supermarket to the restaurants for to-go plates, and to his home there.

There were plates of food of every kind of food you mention from pad thai to sushi, to indian food, mexican, and a plate of soul food cause you couldn’t visit Atlanta and not try some bomb ass soul food while you were there. Not to mention the snacks that you both also picked out.

He had convinced you that you two should build a blanket fort and he broke out the candles setting the perfect atmosphere for the storm settling in.

Something about the rain soothed you both as you fell over each laughing and talking about nothing and everything.

“Okay so let me ask you would have rather been on Fear Factor or Supermarket Sweep? Because this is important. I’d have to go with Supermarket Sweep because I’d rather bust my ass on tv than be in a crate full of cockroaches or something like that. I would freak the fuck out. They was wylin in 2001” you say and Tyler ponders the question for a minute before letting out a pfft..

“Easyyyyyy. I will drink the cockroach milkshake over playing on Supermarket sweep. I don’t mess with grocery stores like that. That’s why I order all my stuff online now. I've spent two many of my Saturdays missing Saturday morning cartoons walking around with my grandma and mama while me and my dad trail behind trying to get them to hurry up. Besides skydiving is on my list to do at some point.” he explains and you pretend to gag as he says that he’d take the shake.

“Good?” he asked with a little laugh as he noticed you had a whipped cream mustache from the caramel hot chocolate that he made for you.

“Mhm” was the only response he got from you in between swigs of possibly the best caramel hot chocolate you’ve ever had.

He leans in, licking it off of your lips before kissing you sweetly and gently tugging on your bottom lip as his tongue runs across it again.

“I bet you taste better though…” he says against your lips

His hands find your hips as he pulls you onto his lap.

You learned that he was talented at several things outside of acting and being inside out beautiful and a good 8- . Anyways, something you couldn’t tell your girls about on Monday.

Leaving him was too difficult two days later because you’re both those types of people where if you know , you know that you’ve found your person and both agreed to try and meet each other twice a week. Once for sure so that you try not to miss each other too much.

Maybe swiping right wasn’t so bad after all.

[unedited so if there’s a few typos i’m sorry i’ll edit them later! ]

#tyler lepley #the have and the have nots #fanfic for black girls #tyler lepley x reader #benny young

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harryimaginestuff · 5 years ago

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Sarcasm is the Lowest Form of Wit

A/N: here is the request the anon requested ages ago (sorry for the long wait) Ngl I struggled to come up with how to write this one but I like how it turned out.

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2k

The one where there’s a side to you that he’s never seen before.

Harry had met you almost five months ago on the set of his newest Gucci campaign with you being the assistant to one of the camera operators. He approached you the same as he did with anyone else, after all that was how he was raised; to treat everyone with respect and kindness. However your coy and shy behaviour drew him in, the way you bit your tongue on topics that you had little interest in, but as soon as videography or anything of that matter was brought up you would dive in, your hands moving in sync with whatever words came out of your mouth. You were passionate about your work, just as he was. And it was your passions that bonded the both of you the most.

And now almost four months later you were his girlfriend, after a series of dates and casual hang-outs, he had been the one to make it official. He had taken your hand in his across the dining table as he looked deeply into your eyes as he proposed the question to which you quickly replied with an ecstatic yes.

But for such a charming man, he had never been as nervous as he was now sitting beside you as the two of you awaited the arrival of all of your friends. You had begged him to accompany you to your reunion with your friends from school to which he hesitantly agreed to.

It wasn’t as if this was the first time he was meeting the friends of whoever he was seeing, but the fact of the matter is that this was different, because you were different. He’s had his fair share of models and their model friends and although he found you extremely attractive, he felt this stunning beauty radiating off of you that he had never felt elsewhere. Therefore, he was well aware that the friends that were coming now, were the ones you had grown up with, they had watched you transition into the woman you were today, and there was no way that they didn’t love you, after all who wouldn’t which only mean that they would be 10x more protective over you.

The two of you had already had a couple of drinks since you had agreed to come a little bit early to save some space, and although this was the first time you had properly drank in front of him (a glass of wine with dinner doesn’t count) he could see the sobriety in your eyes slowly leave as alcohol took its place. He was listening to you reminisce about your time in school whilst simultaneously playing with your ring-clad fingers.

“Y/N!” he heard causing his gaze to turn from your intertwined hands to the owner of the voice.

“George!” you said with the same amount of enthusiasm. From what you had just told him, George was one of your best guy mates and one of your first ones at that. He had been there for you when one of his mates had broken your heart as well as you being each other’s rocks during the rough exam periods. “What the hell have you done to your hair?”

Harry watches on as you embrace the man, lightly ruffling his shoulder-length hair as you smile brightly at him. “You look like Tarzan but in a more ‘I’ve let go of myself way’.”

Harry is left in slight shock at your words, and although they’re not outright rude they are certainly not the kind of words that he’s used to, especially coming from you; the sweetest person alive.

He let out a breath that he wasn’t aware that he was holding as soon as George cackled loudly and pushed your intruding hands away, “Wow, Y/N I have not missed your crippling honesty that’s for sure.”

Harry reckons that he’s never seen you like this, on the fast track to being drunk, your hands moving animatedly during whatever you were discussing, not just when talking about work. He figured that he liked drunk you, although he liked sober you more. With every drink you had you fell deeper into his side, your body slowly melting into his, and with every drink he had, the sloppier the kisses to your head and cheek got.

But your displays of affection weren’t the only thing that had progressed as the night went on, it seemed that the more comfortable you got the easier the insults spewed out of your mouth. You had something to say to everyone apparently.

He’d watch as you’d reply with a long and dramatic ‘noooo’ every time someone had made a dumb comment and the way you’d reply sarcastically to any question, but then immediately break out into a big grin as soon as the words came out of your mouth, even when you tried to be rude the kindness in you always managed to shine through.

“Who’s this bitch?” that was another thing, apparently, drunk you was a fan of swearing a complete opposite to the way you cringe every time a foul word left anyone else’s mouth when there was no alcohol running through your veins. Harry turned to look at whoever was at the other end of your jabbing and seeing as everyone else was here, he assumed that the last girl to arrive was Anna, the last girl that you had spoken about as you prepped him for the arrival of everyone a few hours ago.

“Late as I ever I see, I guess nothing’s changed.” You hummed, jokingly shaking your head.

“Well I may be the same, but you’ve sure changed. The last time I saw a man attached to your side was back in school.”

“At least I didn’t have a different man hanging off of me every second.” You laughed, patting Anna’s shoulder as she took her place next to Harry.

“Bitch! You’re just jealous that I had boys all over me, but you were always too awkward to make any moves.”

“True!” you pretended to sob, digging your head into Harry’s neck. He couldn’t help but laugh as he felt you inhale deeply, the hot air from your breath causing goosebumbs to rise on his skin, and his heart couldn’t help but stop as soon as you sent him a cheeky intoxicated smile before jumping back into conversation with George and the girl, Lily, who was sat opposite, whilst Harry properly introduced himself to Anna.

“Karaoke!” he heard bringing him out of the conversation he was having with two of your friends. He turned his head to you slowly and cautiously, after all he knew how much you adored it. He recalled the first time he was at your flat, it was 2 months down the line, and you had dragged him into the living room and pushed him onto the sofa. And if he was being honest he did think that something sexual was about to happen, especially when you had reached into one of the cupboards, bending down but those dreams had immediately vanished as soon as you had turned around, with the widest grin he had ever seen, a karaoke microphone in your hand. That night you had begged him to sing a song, and since then it had become almost tradition for you to pick a song for Harry to sing.

Which was why now, although hesitant to do so, he was sitting on a stool in front of the whole bar, with the opening track to Nirvana’s ‘Smells like Teen Spirit’ playing on the speakers. And despite the deafening noise, he still heard your voice ring out above the crowd, he didn’t know what to expect, perhaps words of encouragement like you always did whenever he sang songs but this time it was different, this time you continued with your insult rampage and lightly ripped into him.

“Boo!” you shouted, hands cupped around your mouth, “Get off the stage you can’t even sing.” And despite the bright lights shining in his face he could still vaguely make out your figure. He could still see the way you laughed so hard at your own joke that your hands clapped together, kind of like a seal, he thought. He could see Anna lean over to you and whisper something in your ear causing you to crack up even further, your hands now moving to hold onto your stomach as your legs lifted off of the ground. If it wasn’t for the loud music playing by his ear, he would’ve missed his cue. But even as he belted out the lyrics to the song you had chosen, he still couldn’t help but stare at you, and the way your eyes crinkled, and your nose twitched as you laughed. He couldn’t help but think that there was so much more to you, because turns out you had some sort of twisted sense of humour that entailed making fun of your friends, and whilst many people go too far, you knew exactly when to stop. You were the perfect mixture of naughty and nice.

You were perfect for him.

And as the song ended, and soon the night he realised he never wanted to not see your smile again. You were special, and there was no way that he’d be letting you go.

The both of you were now laying in your bed, cuddled under the covers, the alcohol slowly leaving the both of your bodies.

“Did you have fun tonight babes?” you asked, twisting a stray strand of hair that fell into his face with your pointer finger.

“I did. Learnt some new things too.”

“You did?” you hummed sleepily, this time resting your head on his naked and warm chest.

“Learnt that you were quite the bitch back in school.”

You let out a breathy laugh in reply, your chest vibrating slightly as you giggled at his words. “A bitch? Who me? Never.”

He thought back to the night, and all the days and nights prior to this one. He thought of the way your hair and swished every time you turned your head and how every time you had walked past him you had left the most heavenly scent of coconut, which he now learnt was a result of your dousing your hair in coconut oil once a week before bed, something you ad roped him into doing now too. ‘For soft, thick locks,’ you had said.

He had thought back to the way your hands would always find their way to his, and the way your fingers would grip onto his.

He thought back to the first time you had cried in front of him after he convinced you to watch ‘Marley and Me’ to which you had originally objected because ‘it makes me cry like a baby’. And just as you promised, you had been reduced to a crying mess by the end of it, and despite the fact that snotty tears should be the least attractive thing in the world, he thought you’d never looked cuter. That was the one of the first times where he saw just how big your heart was.

He thought back to tonight, and the way you found rude humour so funny and how you took joy in mocking and teasing the people you loved most. He thought back to the way you couldn’t even keep on a mean face for more than five seconds as immediately after something remotely mean came from your mouth, you would break into the biggest smile.

It was this moment, when he was playing with your hair, and you were lightly stroking his back that he realised that he loved the way your eyes crinkled and your nose twitched, he loved the way you always smelt like coconuts, and he loved how you had shared your routine with him. He loved the way your hands would always hold onto his and he loved the way your soft finger tips felt against his calloused ones.

He even loved the way you cry, how your whole body would shake with every breath and how you would do your best to hide the tears that streamed down your face. He loved your crappy humour and your dead jokes too.

In fact…

“I love you.”

#harry styles #harry #styles #harry styles imagines #harry imagines #harry styles fluff

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shall-we-imagine · 5 years ago

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A dare is a dare! (Yukiya ReizenxReader AU)

Requested: 33. "I'm not weird. I am limited edition." + 34. "I turned out liking you a lot more than I originally planned." From this prompt list.

I'm so so sorry I know you've requested this ages ago and I took forever to write it so thank you for waiting. ❤ I've been in a horrible slump lately too :/ so consider this like a warm up and hopefully I'll write something cooler soon!

Genre: Fluff + humor

(Second person point of view)

"Your turn, Scarlett! Truth or Dare?" Amelia giggles.

"Dare!" Scarlett beams proudly.

"I dare you to order us some pizza; I am honestly very hungry." Amelia, the host of the sleepover, complains.

"That's your fault." You state, Scarlett nodding in agreement.

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shoves her phone in Scarlett's face.

The blond shakes her head, but starts dialling the number anyway. "Shouldn't we order some for Yukiya too?" She wonders. Yukiya is Amelia's twin brother, and he's the only family member of Amelia's that's currently present at home; her parents are on an overnight trip of some sorts: you didn't ask for the details.

"Yeah, shouldn't we?" You turn to Amelia. Yukiya, in spite of being awfully attractive, is very shy and quiet, so you barely ever got the chance to utter more than a few words to him, if you even got to see him that is. Whenever you visited your bestfriend's house, he seemed to always keep himself locked up in that room of his. You sort of wished he didn't though, perhaps because of your undeniable crush on the blue-haired boy, just a guess though.

"Nah, he can eat leftovers if there's any." Indifferent, Amelia shrugs.

"You're so mean! I'll order one for him." Scarlett states. "Wait, what should I order for him?"

"Oh, good question!" Amelia perks up. Uh oh, that's never a good sign. "I wonder what Yukiya's favourite pizza is...(Y/N), you go ask him!" She smirks. You'd never really confessed to either of your bestfriends about the little thing you have for Yukiya, but you've always suspected they'd caught on, probably from the 'subtle' glances you'd give him whenever you get a chance to see him.

"Why me?!" Your cheeks heat up.

"It's your penalty for not doing the last dare you got." The two idiots nod eagerly, as if Scarlett's reason was very plausible.

"But this isn't fair! You turned my dare into a truth! Daring me to answer truthfully to your question isn't-"

"A dare is a dare!" Amelia shouts, cutting my complaints off.

"What are you scared of?" Scarlett inches closer to me smugly.

"Nothing!" I lie. "I'm gonna go ask him; I don't have a problem with that!" I lie again. Oh god, he's gonna see straight through me with those beautiful hazel eyes of his and just know I like him.

"Do I hear wedding bells?" Amelia sighs dreamily, as I was about to exit the room.

"Stop being weird! I'm only trying to get this over with; you're not the only hungry one here, you know!"

She scrambles off the fluffy, pink rug and rushes to her dresser, quickly and sloppily putting on her sunglasses. She crosses her arms, striking a 'cool" pose, "I'm not weird. I am limited edition."

After a few seconds of Scarlett and I staring in bewilderment, the former finally nods, "Yeah, that's definitely weird."

"You're both mean!" Amelia tears off her sunglasses and places them back on the dresser before taking her place back on the rug.

You shake your head in disbelief but do not say anything, leaving Scarlett to deal with that dork. Serves her right for selling you out anyway; you chuckle to yourself.

You tentatively walk to the end of the dimly lit hallway, purposely stretching out the time it takes to reach there by slowing down your steps.

Unfortunately but inevitably, you reach your destination. Heart pounding violently in your chest, you lift your fist up to knock on his door, but retract it to rehearse your lines a few more times.

After gaining the slightest bit of confidence you won't stutter the second he opens that door, you raise your fist again, but before your knuckles could collide with the wooden door, it flings open, revealing Yukiya in grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"(Y/N)?" His eyes widen. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I-uhm, you know.." What are words? Cuz 'damn, you look good!' surely wasn't the correct thing I needed to say. "I- what pizza do you like?!" You blurt out, making it sound almost like a threat- like you were mugging him of his pizza preference.

Confusion spreads across his features, "Um, I like margherita? Why?"

"We're ordering pizza for you- I mean for us- I mean for all of us...including you." Yeah, go ahead, make a fool out of yourself; that's exactly what you planned to do!

He laughs. Oh god that beautiful laugh; you'd never seen him laugh before, but now he was laughing because of you. "Thanks." He smiles. Now, you might actually be hearing those wedding bells Amelia was talking about....

Speak of the devil. Amelia's door flings open, revealing the girls. "You're taking too lo- ooohhh, look at that!" The smug expressions they both wore were enough to drown you in humiliation and embarrassment.

"We already ordered the pizzas!" Scarlett exclaims and shuts the door, leaving you and Yukiya alone in the quiet hallway.

"What?! Hey! Wait, then why did you make me-" You shout but give up halfway through, knowing you'll recieve no answer anyway.

"Amelia already knows I only eat margheritas." Yukiya says quietly, a smile tugging at his lips.

"I figured as much." You sigh, accepting defeat.

After a few moments of awkward silence, neither of you knowing what to say, Yukiya breaks the silence with a gentle tone, "Well, do you wanna get a drink as we wait for the pizza?"

"Of course." You smile, and then smile even more upon viewing the way his face lit up at your agreement. Maybe you do have a chance.

You head to the kitchen, Yukiya leading the way even though you know this house about as much as he does, considering it's practically your second home. Amelia always invites you over, especially because her parents are barely ever home.

You take a seat at the dining table in their kitchen and watch as Yukiya rummages through their fridge. "Is chocolate milk okay?" He innocently holds up two small cartons of chocolate milk- the type kindergarteners would fall head over heels for.

You giggle, "Yeah, chocolate milk is perfect."

"Why are you laughing?" He sits opposite to you and hands you your carton.

"Nothing, nothing. It's just- it's cute; you're cute." The words come out before you get the chance to think them through. God, can the ground just swallow you whole right now?

A slight blush takes over Yukiya's normally pale skin, "Thanks. You're cute too." He mumbles.

Your heart did literal backflips. Well, maybe not literal, but it felt quite literal. "Thanks." You breathe out, fumbling with the chocolate milk carton in your hand before finally sticking the straw in and taking a sip of your drink.

For a while that's what both of you did, just quietly sip your chocolate milk, no words spoken. You wanted to say something; you needed to say something. It felt like a chance you had to take; you could finally catch the attention of your crush, but you're quietly drinking chocolate milk!

You open your mouth to speak, but the doorbell interrupts you.

"That must be the pizza." Yukiya gets up, dumping his empty carton in the trashcan before rushing to the front door. Dammit. Your time with him is over; did you really need to waste your time being so uncomfortable and awkward? Jeez.

Scolding yourself all the way towards the door, you almost lose hope of ever getting such a good chance to talk to him like that. But you see Yukiya holding up about seven boxes of pizza, looking like a frightened, confused puppy.

"Oh! (Y/N)! Could you help me? Just pull out the hundred in my pocket, please." He pleads.

"Sure." You rush towards him, quickly sticking your hand in his sweat pants' pocket, eager to release him of the struggle he's in. However, your rashness results in your hand brushing against something you didn't quite need to touch. Not at this stage of your relationship at least.

Your eyes meet his equally panicked ones. "I- um..I meant my jacket's pocket.." His cheeks turn bright pink to match yours.

You turn your head to look behind you- a coat rack with a single jacket hung on it. Yukiya's.

You could feel embarrassment radiating from both of you; you quickly pull your hand out of his empty pocket and clear your throat. "Sorry."

"Can y'all get it over with? I still have work to do." The delivery boy huffs, following it up with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." You quickly pull the money out of Yukiya's pocket and make the payment while Yukiya waits with his tower of pizza boxes.

After you shut the door, the awkwardness seemed to suffocate you both. God, it was going so well; why did that need to happen?!

"I didn't mean to touch your-"

"I know. It's okay; I should've made myself clear." He gives you a reassuring smile, but you could still see how red his face is. Maybe it was just him getting tired of the pizza boxes though, you tried to lie to yourself.

"Uh, here, let me help you." You grab some of the boxes. "They're such pigs; I don't know how they eat all that." You joke.

"And Amelia was supposed to be on a diet too." He adds, laughing.

You join him, "So was Scarlett!"

After that, the incident was completely forgotten and you were able to actually enjoy your time with Yukiya and the girls without thinking of how you touched your crush's penis minutes ago.

"Yukiya, truth or dare?" Scarlett asks before taking a huge bite of her slice.

"Truth."

"Booorriiinng!" Amelia boos.

"Shut up; I have a juicy one!" Scarlett shoves her palm in Amelia's face.

For some reason, that made you nervous.

And judging by the way Yukiya glanced at you for reassurance, it made him nervous too.

"Okay, Yukiya, do you like anyone?" She smirks and looks at me.

"Why are you looking at me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm not." She shrugs. "So? Yukiya?"

He stays silent for a few seconds but replies in a calm tone, "Yes."

The two girls squeal, scream, and jump around, but you could only sit there, your heart rate faster than the speed of sound. Your eyes meet his; now, if you were reading his invisible signals correctly, he was telling you it's you, but you could be imagining that, so no need to do anything stupid. Not again.

"Who is it?!" Scarlett practically jumpscares the poor guy.

"You already asked your one question. These are the rules, aren't they?" He smiles.

"Ugh, Yukiya, come on, don't ruin it!" Amelia groans.

"Cut it out! You can't force him to do whatever you want." You defend, earning a thankful smile from him.

"Yeah." He nods, to which the two girls slump down in annoyance. "(Y/N), your turn. Truth or dare?" Were your eyes playing tricks on you or did he just smirk at you? Oh god, he's too hot for existence.

"Dare." You gulp, hoping he's as nice as he seems.

He frowns.

"What's wrong?" Your eyebrows furrow in concern.

He chuckles sheepishly, "I didn't think of a dare."

"I did!" Scarlett volunteers. "Can I pick her dare?"

Before you could say No, absolutely not! Definitely not in a hundred years!, Yukiya had already agreed. Well, shit. Nothing good was about to come out of that little devil's lips.

"(Y/N), 7 minutes in heaven with Yukiya, that's your dare." She grins like she just won some sort of battle.

"That's a different game! Stop twisting the rules as you please!" I complain.

"A dare is a-"

"Oh my god, Amelia, if you say that one more time, I might punch you."

"Someone needs a hug." Amelia pouts sarcastically.

You sigh. If this was a cartoon, steam would be rushing out your ears by now.

"It's okay; we just need to stay in a closet for seven minutes, right?" Yukiya's hazel eyes bore into yours, delaying your response for a few seconds.

"Um, uh, yeah."

"No problem then." He grabs you by your wrist gently and leads you to Amelia's closet, both of you choosing to ignore the wolf whistles coming from the two girls on the floor.

"Okay, this is too cramped." You breathe out after the closet door was shut.

"Tell me about it." Yukiya lets out a light laugh.

"On the bright side, we get to escape their teasing for seven whole minutes." I propose.

"True." He agrees.

Silence consumes the small space after that.

It was fairly hot outside the closet, so inside it was just hell, basically. Plus, you weren't a fan of not being able to see anything. You were also scared of moving at all because you really didn't need any more accidents.

"Yukiya?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you actually like someone?"

He remains silent for longer than you would've liked but eventually gave a response.

"Yes."

"Do I know her?"

"Yes."

Curiosity was getting the best of you. "Can I get a hint?"

"Technically speaking, you can, but that doesn't mean you will."

It was extremely unusual for Yukiya to tease someone, from what you knew at least, so that made you feel special in some way.

"Pretty please?"

"I don't know. What would I get in return?"

You paused for a few seconds. Then did something extremely brave. A side effect of the darkness, or maybe the heat had melted your brain to a puddle.

You blindly reach out for him and work your way up to his neck. You stand on the tip of your toes and pull him closer to you, praying your lips collide with his and not have some awkward interaction where you kiss his chin or something. Then, you'd have to move to Ireland and hide your real identity for the rest of your life.

By some miracle, it happened. Your lips and his moved against each other with ease. His lips were slightly swollen due to his habit of biting on his lip when nervous, but they were soft nevertheless. Easily, what you'd planned to be a quick peck had turned into a passionate kiss.

You pull away, slightly panting. "Does that work?" You tease.

"Better than anything I'd dreamed of." He rests his forehead on yours. "I guess I turned out liking you a lot more than I'd originally planned."

The door to the closet flings open, leaving you feeling vulnerable and humiliated for some reason.

"Are we interrupting something?" Scarlett wiggles her eyebrows at the two of you.

"Ewww, I can't believe you just kissed my brother." Amelia whines, earning a smack from Scarlett.

"We planned that, you scatterbrain."

"I know, but still."

"I hate you both." You step out of the closet.

"Why? We got you a boyfriend." Amelia stares.

Your cheeks heat up. "Just shut up, will you?"

"Honestly, if anything, we should hate you; where are our boyfriends, (Y/N)?" Scarlett complains.

"That's not my fault!"

"You're saying there's something wrong with us?!" Amelia fake gasps.

You face palm and turn to Yukiya, who just gave you a sympathetic smile. "Yukiya, you have more of that chocolate milk?"

"Lots and lots of it." He laughs.

"Off we go then." You link your arm with his, turning him towards the door.

"You traitor!" Your bestfriends call out after you.

Well, it's their fault for 'getting you a boyfriend' after all.

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12freddofrogs · 6 years ago

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An Episode of a Batfamily TV Show

Hey, everyone. I’ve been writing out what I would do if I was the scriptwriter for a Batfam show, and this is an extract from ‘Season Two’, the Robin!Jason era.

I have a much fuller fic on Ao3 here, which includes episodes detailing how Jason got the job, a bit of Dick’s jealousy and uncertainty how to treat his new little brother, Sheila Haywood’s story being refined to fit television structure, that incident in Ethiopia, several flashes of dramatic irony, and tiny book-nerd Jason who despises Alice In Wonderland, much to the annoyance of both Babs and Jervis Tetch. Plus this episode, which is far more readable on Ao3 than tumblr, especially if you’re on mobile.

Season Two, Episode Nine - Double

In one episode, Two-Face robs a casino.

Complete with hostages.

Batman is on the other side of the city, already busy breaking up a kidnapping.

Robin had been halfway home from the patrol, excusing himself to finish a book report for class, when the call comes in.

He’s close, and isn’t so easily lured by homework that he’d ever ignore people in danger.

Robin goes in alone.

The casino is styled with one main room, complete with a stage and dining tables across the floor from the slot machines.

Two-Face is standing in front of the stage, gun hold high. The crowds are huddled up, most of them still collected at their tables.

His speech is interrupted by someone singing, the chosen song starting slow.

He turns around to see the Boy Wonder on stage, stepping lightly around the stand-up comedian who is sitting hunched at the back of the stage.

Robin had picked up a microphone from somewhere and is taking full advantage.

He doesn’t do his whole song — three minutes is a lot of screen-time. He finishes a verse, just long enough to get everyone’s attention, before taking a seat on the edge of the stage.

Two-Face is unimpressed.

“You’ll excuse me if I don’t applaud.” He points his gun.

“Well, if I end up punching you today, it’ll probably be for different reasons.”

“So you’re Robin number two.” Two-Face sneers. “Heard so much about you.”

“What makes you think I’m new?”

“Gonna claim that you got shorter?”

“Wouldn’t be the weirdest thing to happen in Gotham.” Robin drops the microphone with a remarkable lack of respect for other people’s equipment and bounces to his feet. The stage means he’s looking down on Two-Face as he grins. “Or maybe I just got new boots, either-or. You gonna come quietly, or do I get to kick your ass first?”

Two-Face does not come quietly.

“You know you’re not getting out of here,” Robin warns. “The GCPD has the building surrounded, and Batman is — well, it defies the point of a secret if I tell you where he is, but he’s very close. Let these people go.”

“I’m not done yet.”

Two-Face grabs a man from the crowd — young, couldn’t be older than his early twenties, a small child with the same hair colour sitting at the same table. He drags the hostage up in one quick movement, a gun suddenly pressed to the man’s temple.

Immediately there’s a batarang in Robin’s hand. “Let him go!”

“And why should I do that, Boy Wonder?” Two-Face grins, as much as he can manage with his scarred face. “You asked how I’m getting out of here, and this here is part of my plan.”

The man whimpers, a beg on his lips before Two-Face tightens his grip. “Shut up.”

“You want a hostage?” Robin says, not moving. His mask eyes remain trained on Two-Face. “Take me instead.”

“What?”

“I’d be much more valuable if you’re trying to get leverage over Batman.”

Two-Face pulls out his coin.

He has to yank the hostage in closer to himself, wrap the man’s neck in the crook of his elbow while holding the gun so that he has a free hand. It’s the kind of trap that would potentially be possible to break free from, but no smart civilian would attempt it with a gun to their head.

Robin is still standing on the stage, batarang at the ready, as the coin flips.

“Fine,” Two-Face growls. Robin slowly lowers his hand. “But you’re not staying armed.”

Robin’s expression doesn’t change, but he tucks the batarang away.

“No. Leave the belt.”

His glare darkens.

“I said—” Two-Face presses the gun tighter to his hostage. “Drop the belt.”

“Fine.” It takes one moment to unbuckle it. Robin drops it on the stage, kicks it behind himself. Then he glances away from Two-Face to look at one of the stage managers cowering in the same area. “Don’t touch that. It’ll electrocute anyone who’s not me or Batman.”

“And your earbud. And I know you’ve got lockpicks in those gloves, loose them too.”

Robin obeys, dropping his comm unit on the stage. He takes off his gloves and tosses them towards his belt. “So you know, there’s a limit to how much I’m going to strip.”

Two-Face releases his hostage.

The man rushes back to the table where his family is sitting.

Robin steps off the stage, dropping a distance taller than him without wincing. “Let’s go.”

Two-Face raises the gun to him. Robin doesn’t blink.

The two of them walk away.

“What exactly is your plan for getting past the cops?” Robin asks as he’s escorted downstairs. He’s careful with his bare hands, making sure not to leave fingerprints.

“Shut up.”

“What am I going to do with this information? You made me leave my earbud,” he protests as they enter the underground carpark. “Besides, hostages tend to notice how you travel.”

Several of Two-Face’s thugs are already downstairs, packing a van with stolen money. “Uh, is that Robin?” one asks.

Robin glances at him, waves his fingers like a ghost. “Boo.”

“Kid’s the best hostage we’ll get ‘round here.” Two-Face reaches into the front seat of the van and tosses a pair of handcuffs. “Put these on.”

“Since you asked so nice.”

Robin cuffs himself. Two-Face gestures and one of the thugs tightens it, to the point he winces.

They drive off.

Robin is startled to notice Two-Face had a car meticulously degraded so that exactly the left half is scratched.

“What do you think?”

“It’s… a lot.”

He’s impressed despite himself that it turns out to be a distraction. One of the henchmen crawls in behind the tinted windscreen. Two-Face promises they’ll meet up soon.

Two-Face gets behind a much more ordinary two-door car, forcing Robin into the passenger seat.

The car drives off.

The decoy car goes first, tearing out of the service entrance.

Two-Face’s actual car is waiting patiently behind as several cop cars chase after it.

"So did you hire a racer or was it always part of your plan that guy goes to jail?” Robin leans back in his chair, looking more like he’s at the movies then a hostage.

Two-Face grunts. “If Henry makes it back, he makes it back.”

“Oh. Chance. Right, your whole thing. Gotcha.” Robin rolls his eyes as the car continues out. “There’s still plenty of police out there.”

Despite his observation, the two waiting police cars don’t do anything to stop them, leaving Robin confused and Two-Face smug.

They escape into traffic.

Robin keeps up a steady stream of smart-ass commentary throughout the drive.

“How does Batman put up with you?”

“I’m a lot less of a brat when I’m not handcuffed.” Robin lifts his wrists. “Wanna give me the keys, let me prove it?”

“How bout I try a gag, instead?”

“Ooh, are you going to stop driving and leave me unattended while you check the back?”

At one point, while chatting, Robin’s cuffed hands slowly creep towards the handbrake.

Two-Face has his gun in his face before he can try anything. “Don’t.”

Robin’s face sours, but he pulls back.

Meanwhile, Batman has arrived at the casino.

The man Robin traded himself for is giving a statement, and is appropriately startled when a black shadow lands in front of him.

Batman hears the story again and immediately swoops off.

The World’s Greatest Detective is able to find out how and when Two-Face got away.

He accuses the cops who didn’t chase of being bribed, and judging by their reactions (one tries to run), was right. When they babble that they don’t know anything more about Two-Face’s plans, he throws them at Gordon and gets into the Batmobile.

Batman’s chase is interspersed with moments of Robin and Two-Face.

“So do you actually know where you’re going?” Robin comments as they zoom through traffic. “Cause you seem to be doing about three loops to get there.” He wiggles his fingers, all the more obnoxious with his wrists bound. “I could recalibrate your GPS for you if you’re too old to work out how.”

Two-Face is driving with a gun pinned in one hand between the wheel and his fingers. The free hand lets go of the wheel and digs in his pocket. Without saying a word or looking away from the road, he takes out his coin and flips it.

He glances at the result, and puts it away without any further action.

Robin shuts up.

Batman tracks down ‘Henry’, the decoy driver.

He’d already been caught by police, so it wasn’t hard.

Henry gives his information up very quickly about Two-Face’s rendezvous point.

The first sign of Two-Face’s plan going awry is when they run into a road block.

He veers violently to avoid them.

“That wasn’t suspicious,” Robin says brightly as the rogue starts searching for another route.

Two-Face is getting more annoyed, which isn’t helped when the Batmobile shows up.

Cue a car chase.

Two-Face is too distracted to notice when Robin slips off his seatbelt.

During a particularly sharp turn, one that Two-Face had to hit the brakes to make, Robin takes advantage and flings open the door. He rolls, landing on the edge of the sidewalk.

Two-Face curses, but doesn’t go back.

Batman is more willing to stop. Robin leaps into the Batmobile and the tyres screech off again.

Robin’s belt, gloves, and earbud are sitting on the chair. He starts working on removing his handcuffs almost immediately, even as Batman starts talking about how risky it was. The lecture is occasionally paused with a particularly sharp obstacle as they chase a supervillain.

They eventually catch him.

Two-Face is arrested, the thugs are similarly caught, and most of the cash is recovered.

Later in the Cave, Bruce and Jason talk.

The general gist is that what he did was reckless, but overall, Bruce is proud of him. “Don’t do that again, though.”

The episode finishes with Jason finally starting on that book report he should have done hours earlier.

Ao3: Here

Tumblr post for chapter one (also involving a hostage situation - specifically, billionaire’s child Dick Grayson, rather than in costume): Here

#batfamily #jason todd #bruce wayne #two-face #batman #robin #batman and robin #robin ii #12freddofrogs writes #batfam #tumblr fanfic #gotham crusaders

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sgtduckybucky · 6 years ago

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Friendship

Requested by: @buckylaufeysonx <3

hi! could i get an imagine where the reader and Seb Stan are best friends, no romance between them, just the pure love which siblings have for each other. They are both playing in movies of marvel. so the reader goes to Sebastian's home and she stays over and they watch movies. They post stories of each other on instagram then some fans says something about they're not dating but she stays over, and calls her a whore. That broke her heart but some fans and Sebastian defend her and he comforts her and they cuddle and sleep. I know it sucks sorry but i love your writing. <3

A/N: I hope this is what you had in mind :)

You were currently in the studio about to practice your fight scene against Thanos in the upcoming Infinity War movie.

You still had enough time before filming started so You decided, with the permission from the higher ups of course, to give a mini tour to your fans of the studio.

“Hi guys!” You greeted into the live Instagram video, “So, today we’re gonna shoot some of the fights scenes but before we do that, I thought I’d show you around.” You smiled.

You walked around the studio, showing the costumes, the makeup room, the gym and then finally walking up to a blue haired woman who was shyly covering her face.

“And this is Samantha! She’s our fight choreographer.” You told your followers.

Samantha continued to shyly dodge your phone but You playfully followed her, “At least say hi.” You giggled.

“Hi.” Samantha greeted with a quick wave before dashing off, laughing in embarrassment.

You laughed along, “Let’s see if we can find any of the other heroes.”

You hummed a random tune while walking down the hallway, checking in every room but not finding anyone in them.

The door of Sebastian’s room was closed but You heard sounds coming from in there so You knocked on the door.

“Come in!” The voice was muffled.

“Sebastian?” You called as You walked into the room.

“Boo!” His voice came from your right.

You turned quickly and came face to face with a smiling Sebastian, “Was that supposed to scare me?” You chuckled.

Sebastian shrugged, “Maybe.” He said in sing-song, “Are you recording.”

You nodded your head behind your phone, “It’s Instagram live. Say hi!”

Sebastian widened his eyes comically then shoving his face very close into your phone camera, “Hiiiiii.”

You laughed at his silly behavior.

Then, the door opened and in walked a stage manager to tell you that filming is about to start.

“Well, it’s time end this. I’ll see you guys later!” You waved cutely at your phone.

“Bye, guys!” Sebastian said quickly before You ended the live feed.

“Wanna come over and chill at my place?” Sebastian asked later when You were done shooting the scene in Wakanda.

“Only if you’re ordering Indian food.”

Sebastian smiled, “Of course I am.

At his home, You plopped your body on his white couch, “So comfy.” You commented as You nuzzled your head on the black pillow coach.

Sebastian was tapping the number into his phone when You decided to pull out your phone and snap a quick picture of him and posting it to your Instagram story with the caption that read: “dinner with this dork.”

You then flipped the camera and took a picture of yourself grinning and holding up the peace sign. The caption read: “so comfortable I could fall asleep.”

While the both of you were having dinner, your phone buzzed indicating that You had a new notification.

“What the- when did you take a picture of me?” You said while laughing and trying to not to spill the food out of your mouth.

Sebastian had tagged You on a picture that he took of You. You were bringing the spoon full of rice to your mouth with your cheeks puffed up. His caption read: “can you get addicted to rice? cause I’m sure @yourusername is.”

You liked the picture as Sebastian replied, “Payback for last week when you posted the picture of me just waking up.”

When the both of you were done with dinner and throw everything out, You opened Netflix clicked on a random tv show and lowered the volume so that it was more of a background sound.

“Can I sleep over?” You whined as Sebastian lifted your legs, sat on the couch and then dropped your legs into his lap.

“Sure, I don’t mind.”

“Good cause after all that food I’m dead tired.”

He chuckled at You.

The next morning, You woke up to the smell of Sebastian making pancakes. You took your phone and began filming him flip the pancake into the air.

“Woah, look at you being professional and shit.”

Sebastian smirked, “I am a master chief after all.”

You snorted, “You almost burnt the ramen last week.”

“Hey!” Sebastian gave You playful scandalized look but You quickly posted the video.

“Any toppings?” He asked You as You sat on the dining chair.

“Blue berries and whip cream please.”

As You at breakfast, your phone wouldn’t stop buzzing which was normal considering You had large number of followers.

You unlocked your phone and saw that Instagram was the one with the most notification.

You frowned at your phone as you let go of your fork.

“Everything ok?” Sebastian asked after taking a bit of pancake.

You shook your head as You tried not to cry at the comments You were reading. Sebastian snatched your phone and began to read.

She spends the night at his place and they’re not even dating? What a whore

Right? like damn skank thirsty much lmao

Bitch is stealing our man

That’s what mostly filled the comment section under the video of Sebastian making pancakes.

“What a bunch of assholes.” Sebastian said angrily, “Don’t listen to them, Y/N.”

You nodded your head, “I’m just tired of hearing people insulting me just because we’re friends. God, it’s like you’re not allowed to have female friends.” You stated.

Sighing, You added, “They hate me.”

“No, they don’t.” Sebastian then handed your phone back and You looked at your comments again.

omfg it’s like you guys have never heard of something called FRIENDS

damn if spending the night over at your friend’s house make you a skank then I must be the ultimate slut lol ignore them @yourusername

yeah, seriously @yourusername those idiots are just jealous that they don’t have a beautiful friendship like yours and sebs.

More comments like those were being posted and You made sure you liked every single one of them.

“Those people aren’t our real fans.” Sebastian commented, “If they liked us, then they wouldn’t dare insult us. They’re just mean and bitter people with too much free time on their hand.”

You smiled at your friend as You switched off your phone.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

He reached his hand across the table and held yours, squeezing it in comfort.

“Give me ice-cream so I can feel better.”

Sebastian laughed loudly, “Oh my god! Why am I friends with you?”

#sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you

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2orlandoandbeyond · 7 years ago

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Disney Management Intern Application Process

Guess what? I recently accepted an offer for a Food and Beverage Management Internship this spring at WDW! Since the application process and dashboard has DRASTICALLY changed in the last six months or so, I thought I’d share my experience applying and interviewing for this position. All the MI position applications run very similarly. (Park ops, lodging, etc) So. First off, I applied to about nine internships for the Spring 2018 season. Most were alumni-only positions. The first step after submitting the application is...waiting. That hasn’t changed. However, parts of the status bar on the dashboard has. “NLIC” is the same. Submission now reads “Applied.” (This season, no PI/MI application went to the Applied stage, everyone either moved to Under Review immediately or went straight to NLIC. My Guest Relations app suffered this fate.) In-progress is now “Under Review.” This is super vague and is incredibly frustrating. Everything up to screenings will be in this stage. The next few steps are (I think) interview, and offer. Mine stayed in interview even after I accepted my offer. Some departments still don’t use the dashboard anyway. “Drop downs” are no longer a thing. In the past, one phone screen covered every position you applied to. Your responses were sent to recruiters and leaders in the lines of business you applied to. Now, however, you can potentially get a phone screening for every position. The new dashboard will tell you what position you’re being considered for in the top right corner when you schedule the call. Sometimes it only lists one (or says nothing!) but covers more than one role. Your recruiter will tell you at the beginning of the call. I received only one screening invitation, which was a bit disheartening at first because I knew MIs were incredibly competitive. My call was brief, and easy. My recruiter even gave me some pointers on better ways to improve my answers in case I got a panel interview! I sent him a genuinely grateful email the next day. Panel invites went out a few weeks later. I was not one of the first people selected to do a Bluejeans interview. (Bluejeans is similar to Skype, and usually has two or more leaders on the other end. Thus “panel.”) I actually stopped checking my dashboard and Facebook groups because I didn’t think I’d get a panel. And yet, another week and a half or so later, I GOT A PANEL INVITATION VIA EMAIL. I was shocked as I felt super under-qualified compared to some of the other applicants I chatted with on Facebook. I set it up for 9:00 AM Florida time, which was 6:00 AM local time. Boo. Thanks college. I am very fortunate to have a supportive work environment here and I was invited to use a department laptop and conference room even before the buildings opened. I strongly suggest using a laptop over a phone for a video interview, AND check the internet connection before the call. During the call: I talked to two food and beverage proprietors from WDW at the same time, they took turns asking me questions. I smiled, answered the best I could, and tried to hide my nervous fidgeting. I felt good about most of the interview at first. Here’s the funny thing, my interview was supposed to last 30+ minutes. I thought I tanked it when the call ended and I had only been sitting there for 13. The proprietors seemed to be in a hurry, I think I was the first call of the day. I flubbed an answer that seemed important, so that and the how quick the call was told me I didn’t get it. I moved on with life. A few days later, offers started going out. I wasn’t one of them. A few people I met on my first CP got theirs. They did not call unsolicited, the recruitment team sent a personal email asking for a good time for a “follow up” chat, and that call almost always results in an offer. This now seems to be the norm for most departments, including MIs. 8 days after my seriously short panel, I got a “follow up” email. I freaked. The next day, I got my offer! She even told me what restaurant I was placed at right away. It still feels unreal, it’s a great one! Something that seems unusual is that at the end of the panel, I was asked what type of food and beverage location I’d be most comfortable in, and not everyone was asked this. I told them I would be most comfortable in full-service character dining as that was what environment my first CP was in, and my second was in entertainment. And that is what I was placed in. I won’t share my location here since I want to see it in writing before getting too excited, but I feel very lucky that my request was taken into consideration. Good luck future applicants! I hope this was somewhat helpful. I start in two months and I am STOKED.

#management intern #disney #wdw #disney mi #disney management internship #food and beverage management internship #walt disney world #Disney College Program #disney professional internship

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storytimemof0z-blog · 7 years ago

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Room 310

My favorite chapter

Room 310.

Later on that night around 6:30 we finally got out of bed. I washed up and put on some clothes. Trayce turned the tv on and relaxed while I was getting ready since I take long.

“Hey babe,” he says, “you wanna try going to that other buffet restaurant on the other side of the ship?”

“Ummm, sure. Are they better than the one we’ve been going to?”

“They should be, it’s for people above the ages 15, and it says you have to dress fancy.”

“Okay let’s try it, start getting ready Trayce.”

Around 7:15 we finished getting ready. Trayce wore a black tux with back dress shoes. I had on a skin tight red dress and black heels. I walked out of the bathroom and Trayce looked at me with his mouth wide open.

“Damn b you look fine,” he said imitating a black person. I went over to the mirror and put on red lipstick. He came up behind me and took a picture. We honestly looked like one of those couples that kill people for a living. I think that my red lipstick made my outfit stand out more.

“Wow I can’t wait to see what you have for prom,” he said.

I turned around and fixed his collar, “you don’t look so bad yourself.” I said and kissed him. I grabbed my black shoulder bag and walked out. Trayce came outside and closed the door behind him. I didn’t really know how to walk in heels but it really matched my dress so I held onto Trayces bicep and walked to the other side of the ship.

The 2 guards at the front door opened the door for the both of us, as we walked in everyone stopped and looked at us. For a moment I felt famous, but in actuality we were just really late because the buffet started at 6:45 and it was already 7:30.

A nice host came up to us and sat us down, we thanked her and went in line for food. Not much people were in line for food so we sat back down pretty fast after grabbing our food and drinks. As we were eating I could see that 2 tables away were Danny and Kawika sitting next to Joshua and Hasley. Hasley waved at us, we waved back. Then she started to walk to us.

“Hey didn’t know you guys knew Kawika and Danny, they are mine and Joshua’s friend from a work party.” she said.

“Wow I didn’t know that either, Kawika is actually our classmate. And we don’t really know Danny but he’s Kawika's friend.” I said.

“How about we all come back to my room for some drinks after dinner?” Hasley says.

I looked at Trayce and we both nodded. Hasley smiled, “okay we’re in room 310.”

“See you later,” Trayce said nicely.

I took a sip from my drink. “You find it kind of weird that they want us to come over to their room for drinks knowing we’re underage?” Trayce asks me.

I put my drink down, “Well now that I think about it, yeah it does seem kind of weird. They’re much older than us too. Plus where are their kids?”

“Hmm, something is a little fishy.” he says.

After we finished eating I could see that Hasley, Joshua, Danny, and Kawika were starting to walk back to the room. They stopped at the door and then Joshua motioned for us to come. A few seconds later Kawika texts me that they took care of the bill as a way of saying that they were sorry for breaking into our room. I told Trayce that they paid for the bill and then we got up to leave. Right as we were starting to leave they play a 1000 years by Christina Perri and ask for all couples to come to the dance floor to dance.

Hasley and Joshua go to the dance floor and start dancing. Kawika and Danny both look and each other in disgust then look at the dance floor. Trayce grabbed my hand, “let’s dance.” he says.

“Okay, my feet is killing me so I’m gonna take my heels off and make Kawika them hold it.” I tell Trayce.

I unstrapped the back part of my heels and take them off, I felt instant relief. I go in the front of Trayce leading him to Kawika.

“Hold this for a minute,” I tell Kawika and hand over my heels.

“You have small feet,” Kawika says. I ignore his comment and walk away. We go into the middle of dance floor and start slow dancing. Trayce put his hands around my back and pulls me in closer, I wrap my hands around his neck and rest my head on his shoulder.

I closed my eyes to enjoy this moment. Nothing could ever compete with this feeling, I felt safe and secure. I wanted this feeling to last forever. Everyone around us moved off to the side and a big spotlight shined on us. I looked at Trayce, he was looking down at me. I began to look around at everyone while Trayce still continued to look at me.

All eyes were on us, I could see that we were probably the youngest couple in the restaurant. The song was close to ending. I looked back into Trayces deep brown eyes. He whispered in my ear, “I’m gonna spin you.”

I let go of his neck and held his hand, just as the song was finishing he spinned me around. I went back to facing him and kissed him. Everyone around us started applauding and “aww”-ing. We walked off the stage towards the exit holding hands. Kawika gave me back my heels, I sat on a bench outside to put it on.

“You guys looked really cute out there,” Danny tells us.

“She’s the one that made us look cute,” Trayce says then helps me up.

“Stop it Trayce,” I say then blush. He always knew what to say to make me happy.

“Literally my otp,” Danny says then goes by Kawika.

I looked at Trayce and then he looked back at me in the same weird way, I think we were both thinking the same thing about Danny. Hasley, Joshua, Kawika, Danny, Trayce and I got to the elevator to go up to the room.

“Where are your kids?” Kawika asks the older couple.

“With Josh’s brother in the room next to ours. His brother has kids of his own, we left our kids with them so they can play together.” Hasley says.

The elevator took forever to come down to the lobby. There were only 8 floors on this ship what could possibly be taking it that long, I thought to myself. I sat on the ground and started to take off my heels. Trayce watched me rub my feet.

The elevator door opened in front of us, “Get up, I’ll carry you.” Trayce tells me. I stood up and went on his back. A short moment later we got to the third floor. Joshua and Hasley led the way to their room. Kawika and Danny were behind them and Trayce and I were in the back.

My legs were wrapped around Trayce's hips. My dress started to pull in the back and I thought it was close to ripping.

“I think my dress is gonna rip, don’t jump around.” I whisper in his ear.

Trayce starting laughing, then he started to jump. A few seconds later my dress rips by my butt. I jumped off of his back and covered the rip with my hands.

“Omg, really,” I said and started laughing.

Everyone in the front of us stopped and turned around. “What happened,” Kawika asks.

Trayce and I just stood there laughing at each other.

“My dress ripped,” I turned around still covering my butt to show where it ripped.

“Ass too thick that’s why,” Trayce said then started laughing. He started to take off his suit jacket to give to me. We kept walking to the room, I grabbed the jacket and tied it around my waist.

“I look stupid,” I said and started laughing.

“Who cares, you’re still hot.” Trayce said.

Hasley opened the door to their room. As we were walking in I noticed how big their room was. They had 2 rooms in it with 2 full bathrooms and a small living room and dining area with a kitchen in it.

“Damn, how much was this room?” Danny asks.

We all looked at him like he was dumb, Danny worked on this ship and didn’t know how much this room cost. “What? I don’t pay attention.” Danny says.

“It was almost $1700,” Joshua says.

We all gasp. The cruise was only 3 days and they spent that much money. “That’s why you shouldn’t have kids until you both have stable, well paid jobs.” Joshua says.

We walk into the dining room and sit on the 6-seat table. Hasley goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of Hennessy. She walks back with 6 cups and the bottle. She set the cups out and poured the drink. We all grabbed a drink and cheered, “to new friends,” Joshua said. We all took a sip of our drink. At first it was strong and bitter, but after a few more cups it tasted like nothing. That was a bad thing.

“Let’s have a confession circle!” Danny says.

“Sure,” Joshua says then gets up to sit on the couch. We all walked over to the couch to sit. Hasley brings the bottle with her and sits on Josh’s lap. Trayce sat on the other side of the couch and I sat between his legs on the ground. Danny sat on the ground next to Kawika who looked like he was about to pass out anytime soon. I asked for another cup, Trayce stopped drinking 20 minutes ago so that he can take us back to the room. Hasley poured me another cup.

“Okay I will go first,” Joshua said, “when i first found out that we were having twins I wanted to cry. I hated kids, but now that is completely different. I love my kids… sometimes,” he said gibberishly.

We all started laughing. “What I didn’t know that,” Hasley said.

“I lied, I just said that so we could smash.” Joshua said laughing.

“Okay my turn,” Danny said. “I don’t know if you guys know but... I’m gay.”

I jumped up, “I KNEW IT!!!!” I said. Trayce started laughing. I sat down on Trayces lap.

“Umm what,” Kawika said in shock.

“I said I’m gay, I don’t like pussy. I don’t like the opposite gender. I don’t want a Juliet, I want me a Romeo.” Danny said while clapping at each syllable.

Hasley, Joshua, Trayce and I started laughing.

“Wait so you’re telling me that we’ve shared the same bed and you’re gay.” Kawika said in disgust.

“Yes, boo,” Danny says then winks.

“Okay I want to go,” I said. I chugged my drink and put my cup on the side. I was totally wasted and as of right now I didn’t have anything to hide.

“When me and Kawika were dating, I had feelings for Trayce so I broke it off with Kawika to get with Trayce.” I said then started laughing. Everyone in the room became silent.

“What? Too much?” I said then stopped laughing.

“Yes, and you had a little too much drinks.” Trayce said.

Kawika got up and walked out of the room. ��Oops,” I said.

“Well now you gotta tell me all the tea,” Danny said.

I took the jacket off of my waist and gave it back to Trayce. I grabbed my phone and started playing Wild Thoughts by Rihanna.

“Hey wait we’re still playing the game,” Danny says.

I looked at Hasley and Josh, they were making out and it looked like things were escalating. “No we aren’t,” I said and started dancing.

“Time to go back to the room, you’re so drunk” Trayce tells me.

“No! I don’t want to go,” I whine. Right after that I passed out. Trayce picked me up and grabbed my things.

“Thanks for a fun night,” Trayce says to Josh, Hasley, and Danny as we’re walking out.

“Yup, you’re welcome.” Hasley says still kissing Joshua. “Get out Danny,” Joshua yells as we close the door behind us.

Trayce carried me back to the room and put me on the bed. He went into the bathroom to grab my makeup remover, I woke up and said “Babe, come here.”

“Yeah?”

“I want kids like Joshua and the other girl.” I said.

“No babe, you’re just really drunk.” He says.

I grab his belt, “Pleeeeeeeease” I nagged.

He took my hand off his belt and took out a makeup wipe. After he finished taking off all my makeup he laid down next to me. I scoot up and lay on his chest.

“Maybe one day we can have kids, definitely not now.” he says as he starts to glide his fingers through my hair.

“I want them now,” I say and start to fall asleep.

“We have to be finished with all schooling and have good jobs, we also have to married living in our own house.” He stops talking when I interrupt him by snoring.

He leans down and kisses my forehead, “one day babe.”

#storytimemof0z

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larchwood · 8 years ago

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for @brainfuzz since it’s apparently been a hard day of adulting - a little unbeta’d college Nickels AU

“I’ve been sexiled by my roomie, can I stay with you?”

“Asshole,” Kelly grumbled as he read the text from his roommate.

Ty looked up from his study notes, “Huh? What did I do?”

“You get called asshole often do you?” Kelly asked, amused. Ty arched a brow and gave him a “who, me?” look.

Kelly sighed and offered a wry smile. “Sorry man, not you. Just got a text from my roommate. He’s begging for the room tonight so he and his girl can celebrate their three month anniversary.”

Ty just gaped at him for a moment. “Three months? Seriously?” Kelly nodded. “It’s truw luv, according to him. He’s already talking ‘mawwage.’” Ty flinched at that. “You’re shitting me.”

“Nope,” Kelly replied, popping the ‘P’. “Eli’s from a big family and I guess they start young.” He shrugged. “Can’t imagine being ready to settle down as a sophomore, but whatever makes him happy. But what sucks is that I have an exam at 8:00 a.m., and I really don’t want to be trying to sleep down in the common area.”

He rubbed his eyes and laid his head down on his open textbook. He and Ty had been studying together for a couple of hours in the library, but he had had all the Hemingway he could take for the night. Maybe after some food he could put in some more time on this without his eyes crossing.

Ty nudged him under the table. “Dude, you can spend the night at our place. One of my roommates is out of town with the basketball team for a tournament. He’ll be gone for another 3 days. You can have his spot.”

Kelly could have kissed Ty for that. “Oh, man - are you sure? He won’t mind?” “Nah,” Ty replied. “We’ll just wash his sheets this weekend. No problem.”

He looked over at the clock. “Hey - let’s get out of here and head over there. You wanna grab some food at the cafeteria, or order pizza? I’m starving!” “Pfffft - as if you have to ask. Pizza!”

They gathered their stuff and started heading for the library exit. Once they got outside, Ty snickered before saying, “At least your roommate was considerate enough to give you a head’s up. I didn’t think to do that for Nick, and my boyfriend and I gave him quite the eye full a couple of weeks ago.” He giggled. “I don’t think he could look Zane in the eye for a couple of days.”

Kelly did a double take at that. “Boyfriend?” he asked. “I didn’t know you were gay.” Ty got serious look. “I’m bi, actually.” He paused, before asking, “Is that a problem?”

Kelly just rolled his eyes and made a “are you kidding me” face. “Like I care who you get your rocks off with.” He said in a sing-song voice, “You do you, boo boo.” Just like that, Ty relaxed and gave him a small shove as they kept walking to the dorms.

Ty pushed open the door with a loud, “Honey, I’m home!” before tossing his backpack somewhere near a couch on the left side of the room. The door slammed so hard it hit the wall before swinging almost closed again. Kelly heard cursing from the right side as he entered after Ty. “Dammit, Ty! What did I tell ya about slamming the door?”

Kelly peered around the door to see a red-headed guy standing there with what looked to be hot chocolate dripping down his shirt, glaring daggers at Ty, chest heaving as he seemed to be working up to a good head of steam. Ty tried desperately not to crack a smile, rubbing his hand across his face to hide a little giggle. “Um…..”

He grabbed Kelly and dragged him in front of him, like a shield. “Nick! Meet Kelly. He’s in my English comp class. He’s been sexiled tonight, so he’s gonna stay over in Owen’s bed. Cool? Cool. I’m gonna order pizza. Want some?”

Ty hunched himself a little behind Kelly as he finally wound down. Kelly gave panicked looks between him and his roommate, wondering if he should just go sleep in his car instead. Nick narrowed his eyes at Ty before sparing a brief glance at Kelly. “Nice to meet ya.” He pointed a finger at Ty. “You! Are doing my laundry this week.”

Ty finally laughed and waved him off, pulling out his phone to place the order. “Yeah, yeah, sunshine. I got it. But I’m not folding your tighty-whiteys!” Nick just grunted at that before turning towards the bedroom, carefully peeling the wet shirt over his head. Kelly got a glimpse of broad shoulders, pale skin and a stunning celtic cross tattoo across his back before he disappeared.

Kelly cleared his throat. “You, uh, sure he’s okay with me staying here?” Ty glanced up from his phone, surprised. “Yeah, man. Why?” Kelly gave him a deadpan look. “Oh, I dunno. You just used me as a human shield. Seems like he might not want either of us around.”

Ty shrugged. “If we didn’t have some shouting at least once a day, I’d have to check his pulse. Just the way we are. BFFs.” Nick called from the other room. “You better get mushrooms on at least half of one, Beaumont!”

His voice was muffled as he walked in, pulling a clean tshirt over his head. Kelly got a peak of abs and a bright red happy trail before the tshirt settled. Kelly was suddenly curious to know if all of Nick’s body hair was that same bright shade of red.

He was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of Ty squawking, “You asshole!” Kelly mentally replayed the conversation before realizing why Ty was upset. “Beaumont?” he questioned. Nick smirked as he answered. “His actual first name. His parents let it slip when we were moving into the dorms.” He stage whispered to Kelly. “Surest way to get him riled up.”

Kelly smiled at their antics. Ty turned back to the phone to place the pizza order, while Nick sopped up the rest of the hot chocolate that remained on the dining table. Kelly looked around curiously. He and Eli were in a different dorm building, so their room configuration was totally different. The two of them just a single room with double beds and a communal bathroom at the end of the hall. Ty and Nick were sharing a two bedroom suite, complete with a sitting room, kitchenette and private bathroom.

Eventually Nick and Ty’s other roommate Digger came home, just in time for pizza. The four of them sat around the living room, eating, bitching about classwork and watching whatever was on ESPN. Nick was studying history; Ty was planning on a sociology degree. Digger was taking general core classes while he tried to pick a major.

Kelly was enjoying himself, except for whenever he’d look over and see Nick staring at him. He was starting to get antsy from the attention. Did he have something in his teeth? What was his fucking deal?

A few minutes later, Nick suddenly asked him, “Did you have Bio 2312 and lab last spring?” Kelly just blinked at him, trying to make the leap from their current conversation about the school’s basketball team’s chances to go to the Dance to what classes he took last year.

“.....Yeah?” he answered, almost like he didn’t want to commit to anything without knowing why.

“I knew you looked familiar!” Nick crowed. He grinned at Kelly. “I’ve been trying to figure where I had seen you before. It was driving me crazy!”

Kelly boggled at him. “Seriously? There were like - 300 people at least in that class! And 40 people per lab. How the hell would you remember me?” Nick’s eyes twinkled as he answered. “I was there in lab the day you were dissecting frogs.”

Ty immediately stopped chewing his pizza, looking like he wasn’t sure he wanted to hear any more. Digger used the opportunity to slide the remaining piece of pizza off of Ty’s plate and took a big bite before he noticed. Kelly just groaned and covered his face with his hands as Nick explained to the others.

“We were in the same lecture class, but in different labs. I missed my lab on Wednesday that week and got the okay from the TA to go to the Friday lab instead. Kelly got a little carried away with the sawing motion and accidently shot his dissecting pan with the frog and all his utensils off of the table and onto the floor. The sound of the pan hitting the floor was like a cymbal crash. Everybody stopped what they were doing and just stared. Kelly picked up the tray, set it back on the table, then picked up the partially dissected frog and started the “Hello My Baby, Hello My Honey” bit from the cartoon without blinking an eye. Totally like he meant to do it the entire time.”

Digger and Ty were howling with laughter by this point. Kelly was flushing with embarrassment, but stood up to take a bow, giving a theatrical curtsy before flipping Nick off with both hands.

Nick just smiled at him. “Sorry, bud. Wasn’t meaning to put you on the spot. I thought you handled that really well. I would have just frozen up and probably slunk out the room and never came back. You swaggered out of there like you owned the place.”

The sincerity in Nick’s tone mollified Kelly, and he smiled back.

Soon the pizza was gone and Ty wandered off into his and Nick’s room so he could facetime with his boyfriend. Digger lent Kelly a tshirt and some sweatpants to sleep in. He got cleaned up in the bathroom before moving towards Digger and Owen’s room. He paused next to the dining table where Digger and Nick were sitting, both studying.

“Seriously, guys. Thanks for letting me stay over. I’ve got an 8:00 a.m. test in my principals of ecology class. I’ll be up and out of your hair early.”

Digger just gave him a fist bump. “No problem, man. I sleep like the dead. You’re not gonna bother me none. Just strip off the sheets off of Ozone’s bed before you go. If I don’t see you in the morning, good luck on your test.”

Kelly bumped him back. “I’ll probably be up when you get up,” Nick said. “We could go get breakfast before class - if you want.” Kelly thought he might have sounded a little hopeful at that? “Sure, man. That’d be great.” Nick just smiled gently at him. Kelly might have blushed a little at the look. “I’ll just, uh, see you in the morning,” he added, before hastily making his way to the bedroom.

Despite being tired and needing to go to sleep, it was a while before he could stop wondering about Nick. Eventually Digger came in to settle into bed, all the while humming Hello My Baby…..

#brainfuzz #adulting sucks #some nickels for you bby #college!au

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music-et · 8 years ago

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Nu’est Ren X Reader

You and Ren are friends even before his debut with Nu’est in 2012. Ever since his debut he’s been busy and you haven’t seen him since and one day you meet him again backstage for your brother’s comeback stage on M! Countdown with his group Seventeen. What could happen? Will love blossom or disappear?

I’m sorry if it seems a bit all over the place but I swear it gets better…hopefully…

3rd Person P.O.V

~20 years ago~

A pair of twins was born into the world, Choi (Y/N) and Choi Seungcheol. A pair of twins 5 minutes apart. Seungcheol was the younger twin and (Y/N) was the older twin, but, Seungcheol always acted like the older twin, he protected his sister from bullies and from boys who would go after her, he chased them all away. He took up taekwondo along with his sister and even though she was more skilled than him but he always wanted to protect her, but then, he left to pursue his dream, becoming an idol.

He trained for days, weeks, months and years to accomplish his dream. You, as his sister, supported him, helped him through tough times. You went to school and completed middle school and high school and you were in your second year of college majoring in (Subject).

~How You Met Seventeen @ 19 years old~

You were on your way home when you got a phone call from Seungcheol.

(Y/N): Yeoboseyo?

Seungcheol (S): Ne, Yeoboseyo noona.

(Y/N): What do you want Seungcheol?

S: I forgot my lunch at home, could you get it for me please?

(Y/N): Fine, I’ll be there in 30 minutes

S: Yes! Gomawoyo noona!

(Y/N): Got it. Bye Seungcheol! Have fun practicing

S: Ne noona! Annyeong!

And then you both hung up. You went to your car.

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You got it as a gift from your parents on your 18th birthday from your parents, last year. You got home in 10 minutes and went inside to see your brother’s lunch on the dining table. You grabbed it and got back in your car. On the way to Pledis you stopped at the store to buy a couple of water bottles and some snacks for the boys. You walked to Pledis holding 2-3 bags and Seungcheol’s lunch. You went to the lady at the front desk, “Um, annyeonghaseyo. I’m Seungcheol’s noona. I was wondering where his practice room was. He called me to bring his lunch.” You said. “Ah, (Y/N) right? Seungcheol told me. Go up the lift to the 3 floor and it’s the 3rd room.” She said smiling. “Ne, kamsakhmnida unnie.” You bowed and followed her directions.

You knocked on the door and a boy with long hair answered the door, “Annyeonghaseyo.” You both said bowing a bit. He opened the door to let you in, you nod your head in thanks and walked in, Seungcheol saw you and ran over, “Gomawoyo noona!” Seungcheol said. “Ne, are they your members?” You asked. “Ne, line up!” Seungcheol yelled and everyone lined up in a line.

“Everyone, this is my twin sister, she’s older than me by 5 minutes which means she’s our noona.” Seungcheol said introducing you, “Annyeonghaseyo, I’m Choi (Y/N). I’m Seungcheol’s noona. Nice to meet you.”

“Well, we’ll go in order of oldest to youngest. I’m Choi Seungcheol, call me S.Coups. I’m born on the 8th of August 1995. I’m the oldest and leader of Seventeen and the Hip-Hop Unit.”

“I’m Yoon Jeonghan, call me Jeonghan. I’m born on the 4th of October 1995. I’m part of the Vocal Team.”

“I’m Hong Jisoo, but call me Joshua. I’m born on the 30th of December 1995. I’m part of the Vocal Team.”

“I’m Wen Jun Hui, but call me Jun. I’m Chinese. I’m born on the 10th of June 1996. I’m part of the Performance Team.”

“I’m Kwon Soon Young, call me Hoshi. I’m born on June the 15th 1996. I’m Seventeen’s Choreographer and Leader of the Performance Team.”

“I’m Jeon Won Woo, call me Wonwoo. I’m born on July the 17th 1996. I’m part of the Hip-Hop Team.”

“I’m Lee Ji Hoon, call me Woozi. I’m born on November 22nd 1996. I’m Seventeen’s Producer and Leader of the Vocal Team.”

“I’m Lee Seok Min, call me DK. I’m born on February 18th 1997. I’m part of the Vocal Team.”

“I’m Kim Min Gyu, call me Mingyu. I’m born on April 6th 1997. I’m the Visual and part of the Hip-Hop Team.”

“I’m Xu Ming Hao, call me The8. I’m Chinese. I’m born on November 7th 1997. I’m part of the Performance Team.”

“I’m Boo Seung Kwan, call me Seungkwan. I’m born on January 16th 1998. I’m part of the Vocal Team.”

“I’m Choi Han Sol, call me Vernon. I’m half Caucasian and half Korean. I’m born on February 18th 1998. I’m part of the Hip-Hop Team.”

“I’m Lee Chan, call me Dino. I’m born on February 11th 1999. I’m the Maknae and part of the Performance Team.”

“Annyeonghaseyo! We are Seventeen!” They said together. “Waah, what a unique group.” You complimented. “Oh, I’ve bought drinks and snacks for everyone on the way here.” You said holding the bag up. The boys ran to you and gave you a hug and grabbed the food shouted smiling, “Gomawoyo noona!” You smiled back and thought, ‘I feel so old now.’

The meeting formed a new friendship between Seventeen and S.Coups’ sister. Throughout the year you met After School, who became great friends, almost sisters, they treated you like a younger sister. You met Nu’est who became great friends, they treated you like a younger sister, all but one, someone you wished to become something more with. The CEO knew of your existence and didn’t mind you hanging out with his idols and he treated you like a daughter, and in return, he was like a father figure to you and you also helped them model for certain things or appear as a guest in MV’s.

Then a year later Seventeen debuted with Adore U composed by Woozi and choreographed by Hoshi.

~Present Time~

You were now backstage at M! Countdown! In Seventeen’s room watching them perform onstage. When they finished their comeback song, ‘Mansae’. The song was really exciting and you were very excited for their comeback stage and you knew they worked very hard for their comeback. Woozi worked for days to write the song and work on the music. Hoshi stayed up late to choreography the song. The rappers stayed up late to work on their raps. The members practice from early in the morning until the next morning practicing their dance and vocal skills.

Then, they finally had their comeback on September 10th. Then after they performed they ran backstage to where you were waiting, they pulled you into a group hug laughing and smiling widely. “That was awesome!” You exclaimed. You were all talking and laughing when after a while Seventeen were called back onstage for them to announce the winner, even though Seventeen didn’t win they were still very happy and excited.

After they were getting their make-up removed and changing back into their normal clothes. You were talking to the members and responding to the messages when you got a message from Ren.

*Convo Starts*

Ren (R): Noona! :D

(Y/N): What is it? :D

R: Can we hang out tomorrow?

(Y/N): Uhh, sure

R: Great! I’ll pick you up at 12 noon

(Y/N): Okay! :D

R: I look forward to it. Goodnight noona! Saranghae <3 :D

(Y/N): Me too. Goodnight Ren. Saranghae <3

*Convo Ends*

Then you turned off your phone. You didn’t notice the room’s gone quiet until you put your phone away. “What?” You asked finally noticing the quietness. “Who were you texting?” S.Coups asked. “A friend…” You answered. “Yeoja or Namja?” S.Coups asked. “Why does it matter? I’m older than you, is that how you speak to someone older than you?” You asked rhetorically. “I know, but I’m still worried about you, you may be older, but you’re still a girl.” S.Coups said looking down. You got up and put your hand on his head, “I’m know Seungcheol-ah. If I ever need your help, I’ll come to you. Don’t worry.” You said smiling, he smiled back at you. “Ren asked me if I wanted to hang out tomorrow and I said sure.” You said. “Ren sunbaenim asked you out on a date.” Seungkwan said. “What? No! We’re just hangout as friends!” You exclaimed turning red, truth was, you wish was Seungkwan said was real because you had a crush on him but, he was younger than you and you didn’t think he’d date someone older, even though you’re only a couple months apart. “Okay~.” Seventeen said dragging the word out. “Yah!”

~Next Day~

You woke up at 10am and washed up and got dressed and put your make up on and finished at 11:00. You wore a (F/C) cropped top with (F/C) shorts with a (F/C) jacket/cardigan and a pair of (F/C) vans/converse. You had on light make-up and a nude colored lipstick. You brushed your hair out and let it down. You grabbed your bag and you went downstairs. You grabbed some bread to make toast with jam and made a cup of coffee/chocolate/cappuccino. When you finished you watched T.V and then the bell rang. You got up, grabbed your house keys and opened the door and there stood Ren wearing a white top with black skinny jeans and black shades. “Annyeong.” You greeted as you got out. “Annyeonghaseyo noona.” Ren greeted smiling. “So, where are we going today?” You asked as you both walked to his car. He opened the door for you to get in then walked to the driver’s side to get in. “Hmm, let’s go to the park and take a walk around then have a picnic later.” Ren answered. “Okay…Wait, you prepared a picnic?” you asked. “Ne, it’s to make up for missing your birthday.” Ren answered not taking his eyes of the road. “What about Seungcheol?” You asked. “I got Seungcheol hyung something already.” Ren answered. “Ah, okay.” And the rest of the car drive were the two of you talking about random things.

~At the Park~

The two of you arrived at the park and Ren took the picnic basket out and you were both walking together and hand in hand while Ren held the basket. Ren was a couple of centimetre taller than you so the two of you looked like a couple walking on a date having a picnic. You then were started to get hungry so Ren decided to find a place to sit and enjoy the picnic. He set out the picnic blanket and the two of you were eating when an old couple walked past, “I remember when you and I were like that, going on picnic dates, we were so young.” The old lady said chuckling as he husband held her close smiling. The two of you overheard her and blush.

Then after, the two of you packed up and were about to go home since it was getting late, Ren suddenly got down on one knee, “Noona, I know we haven’t known each other for very long but, will you please go out with me?” Ren asked holding a couple’s ring. “Yes!!” You shouted jumping into his arms the people around you were clapping and Ren slipped the ring into your finger, then, he slammed his lips against yours, stealing your first kiss.

~The News~

The news of you two spreading, spread like a wild fire, it was the top news in South Korea. Many fans congratulated the two of you but there were still many fans who didn’t like you.

S.Coups and the members of Seventeen gave Ren a warning even though he was their sunbae he was quite frighten, then again, there were 13 boys there, it’d intimidate anyone. The members of Nu’est and Jason (Nu’est M) gave him the same warning. The members of After School gave him the same warning. Along with (Y/N)’s family and the mangers and the company’s CEO.

~1 Year Later~

Ren and (Y/N) have been together for one year and they were still deeply in love but then, one day, Ren got a voice message that made his whole world come falling and crashing down.

‘Mianhaeyo Ren, but, I’m breaking up with you. By the time you hear this message I would’ve already been gone. Don’t go looking for me. It’s not your fault, it’s mine. I just can’t do it anymore. Move on, find another girl that can give you something I can’t. You won’t be able to find me, Seungcheol doesn’t know and neither do my family. I’m sorry, to tell you this way Ren-ah. But remember, it’s isn’t your fault. Also tell everyone I said goodbye and that I’m sorry. Saranghae.’

Ren was with his members and had he had his phone on speaker so everything was heard, his member’s eyes widen and they were all panicking. Ren immediately tried to call her but the line didn’t connect, ‘I’m sorry but this number does not exist.’ The Nu’est member ran to Seventeen’s practice room bursting in the room frightening their hoobaes. “IS (Y/N) HERE?!” They exclaimed. “A-Aniyo. I haven’t seen her ever since our last photo shoot which was 2 weeks ago. Why? Did something happen to noona?!” S.Coups exclaimed. Ren crashed down on his knees sobbing, Nu’est tried to comfort him while Seventeen were standing there shocked. Ren handed S.Coups his phone and S.Coups put the voice message on speaker letting everyone hear it.

When the message played Ren cried louder and the members were so shocked, after the voice message S.Coups suddenly ran, he ran to his sister’s apartment to where his parents were staying at while they were in Seoul. The Seventeen members and Nu’est members followed him to the apartment only to find it empty apart from the furniture. Everything that belonged to (Y/N) was gone and on the table was a note.

‘I’m sorry that you had to find out this way. I’m no longer in South Korea. I’ve already left a week ago. Don’t look for me. We’ll meet again one day and I’ll tell you why. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you early. Saranghae. I promise we’ll meet again. Saranghae.

- (Y/N)’

Everyone broke down, all 18 boys broke down crying. To Ren, it was the worst thing that’s ever happened in his life. All contact was lost there was no way of contacting (Y/N).

Everyone was quite upset and many of the fans were upset to hear that Ren and (Y/N) broke up. Fans around the world tried to look for her but not a trace. No one could find her, even some sasaengs or former sasaengs tried to track her down but it was impossible, it was like she vanished of the face of earth or as she never existed in the first place.

Ren never found a girl to stand in her place, he never dated another girl. He fell into deep depression where the group went on hiatus.

~2 Years Later~

Still, 2 years later, not a word from (Y/N) when one day, Seventeen, After School, Nu’est and the CEO were in a meeting, Ren’s phone rang, he looked at his phone to see it was S.Coups’ mother. “Who is it?” The CEO asked. “Seungcheol hyung’s eomma.” Ren answered. Everyone looked confused including the CEO who motioned for him to answer his phone. He answered the phone and put it on speaker.

*Start phone call*

Ren (R): Yeoboseyo?

Seungcheol’s Mum (SM): Minki-ah, its Seungcheol’s eomma.

R: Ne, eommoni, what is it that you need?

SM: Minki…(Y/N) contacted me.

Ren & Everyone: MWO?!

SM: She contacted me yesterday.

R: Can I talk to her?

SM: I’m afraid that’s not possible

R: Huh? Wae?

SM: She’s gone…She’s dead

R: What?! That’s impossible

SM: She left because she had cancer, a brain tumor. She went to America for treatment, and it didn’t work, it was her last day yesterday. Her body’s being shipped over here within the week. I was just going to invite everyone to her funeral, she’s also got a couple of letters for everyone. *close to tears* But there’s something you should all know. Before (Y/N) died, she was pregnant, with Ren’s child, a baby boy named (B/N). He’s almost 2 years old now and we’re having him fly over with (Y/N)’s body.

R: I have a son…and she didn’t tell me…*crying and members calming him down*

S.Coups: *silence* Ne, gomawo umma. We’ll all go and we’ll take care of my nephew.

SM: Ne, gomawo Seungcheol. I’ll see you then

R: Ne, annyeong.

SM: Annyeong.

*End of call*

The phone call ended and there was silence in the air, tears streamed down their faces, the CEO held his tears back while his artists let their tears fall down their faces. “She’s gone…she never told me she was pregnant…she had to go through all of that because of me…” Ren shouted to himself crying. “She’s gone…she’s gone…and she never told me.” S.Coups cried as Jeonghan tried to calm him down.

~Couple of Days Before the Funeral~

It was a couple of days before the funeral and Nu’est and Seventeen went to Daegu to pick up Ren’s son, (B/N). they went to the S.Coups’ house and when they knocked on the door there was S.Coups’ mum and dad there holding a little boy, he had brown hair and big round dark brown eyes with fair soft skin. He had (Y/N)’s eyes and lips and Ren’s face shape and skin.

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“Seungcheol, welcome home. Nice to meet you Seventeen and Nu’est.” Seungcheol’s mum said smiling holding (B/N). “It’s good to be home umma.” Seungcheol said hugging his family. “Nice to meet you too.” Seventeen and Nu’est said bowing. “Seungcheol, meet your nephew. Ren, meet your son.” Seungcheol’s dad said. Seungcheol and Ren stepped forward to the baby boy, he smiled at them and poked Ren’s cheek and smiled saying, “Appa~!” Ren smiled and picked his son out of S.Coups’ mum’s arms and held his son smiling burying his face in his son’s body and (B/N) pats his father on the head cutely smiling. He then looked at S.Coups and poked his cheek smiling saying, “Samchon~!” S.Coups smiled at him and picked him up out of Ren’s arm and hugged him. “You’re so cute! You look just like your mum.”

~One Week Later~

It was (Y/N)’s funeral day. Her family, friends and her and Ren’s son were all at the funeral.

The members of Seventeen, Nu’est and After School had read the letters that (Y/N) wrote for them 3 days ago before the funeral.

~Flashback~

Everyone went to (Y/N)’s apartment, the first time ever since the day (Y/N) disappeared. They opened the door to see the apartment still untouched. On the coffee table were 4 stacks of letters. There were a letter for each person and even ones for the CEO, Staff and one directed towards the fan.

Each person went and took their letter.

After School

Dear Jungah/ Uee/ Raina/ Nana/ Lizzy/ E-Young/ Kaeun unnie,

I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you guys about this. I know you may be angry with me, feeling betrayed or that you feel like I don’t trust you enough but that wasn’t the case. I left because I had a brain tumor and that I left for treatment but I didn’t have the courage to tell you, I’m sorry unnie.

Truth is, the reason I didn’t tell you was because I was worried about how you’d react. You guys are busy and I didn’t want to cause you stress or anything. You’ve been there for me and helped me a lot and when I have stress you’re always there for me so for that I’m very thankful. Saranghae unnie <3!!

And, this may be a selfish wish but may be if we meet again in another lifetime I wish we’d be friends again and that I’d be with you to the end this time.

From (Y/N)

After the After School members read the letter they were in tears and they all whispered, “Saranghae (Y/N)-ah, Saranghae…” “I hope so too. I’d love to be with you in any lifetime…forever.”

Nu’est

Dear JR oppa/ Baekho oppa/ Aron oppa/ Minhyun-ah,

I’m really sorry for you to find out this way. I really wanted to tell you but I guess I didn’t have the courage to tell you.

You’re idols and I didn’t want to burden you so decided to keep it to myself. I know if I told you you’d say, ‘It doesn’t matter. You’re more important.’ But not to me, there’s nothing you can do about this so don’t worry I’ve moved on to another life.

I’m really grateful you were there for me when I needed someone to talk to and when I needed someone by my side so I’m very thankful. Don’t feel like it’s your fault this happened to me, there’s nothing you could’ve done that could’ve prevented this from happening. J Saranghae oppa/dongsaeng.

And, this may be a selfish wish, but, if we very meet again in another lifetime, I wish we’d be friends again and that I’d be with you until the end of time.

From (Y/N)

After the Nu’est members read the letter they were in tears and they all whispered, “Saranghae (Y/N)-ah/noona, Saranghae…” “I hope so too. I’d love to be with you in any lifetime…forever.”

Dear Ren jagi,

You’re now a father!! You’d better raise him well. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was pregnant and that I was baring your child, but, I don’t regret having him and tell him I’m sorry for leaving him behind but raise him well Ren. His name is (B/N) Choi, your son. I’ll watch over you as your angel, move on and find another girl to love you and let her give you something I couldn’t give you. Move on, but don’t forget about us and love (B/N) and remember that I love you.

I’m really sorry about this. I wish I could’ve told you earlier and that you didn’t have to find out this way. I know I hurt you a lot when I sent that message to you and left you no explanation so I’ll explain everything to you now. The truth was, was that I was diagnosed with a brain tumor so I left to the USA to try and get better so I decided to leave for treatment but the treatment didn’t work. It spread to fast and it failed and now, I’m here in heaven.

I’m really grateful I met someone like you. You made me feel loved and like I was the only girl in the world. You were there when I needed someone and everything. You’re a very important person in my life. Saranghae.

And, this may be a selfish wish but I hope that, in another lifetime, we’d be together and live together forever, and nothing would get in-between us again. Saranghae.

From (Y/N)

After Ren read the letter he was in tears and whispered, “I don’t want an angel, I don’t want another girl…I just want you noona…I will raise him well…he’s my only memory of you left…Saranghae.”

Seventeen

Dear Jeonghan/ Joshua/ Jun/ Soonyoung/ Wonwoo/ Jihoon/ Seokmin/ Mingyu/ Minghao/ Seungkwan/ Hansol/ Chan –ah,

I’m really sorry. I know I’ve hurt you a lot with this, I disappeared without a trace and didn’t contact you, didn’t let you know if I was dead or alive.

Truth was, I knew that you were looking for me, I knew the fans were worried and were looking for me, but I didn’t say anything, I didn’t let you know if I was alive or dead and for that I’m really sorry. I’m sorry I cause you all so much pain.

I left because of a brain tumor and flew to the US for treatment but it didn’t work and I had a limited of time left on Earth, and even then I didn’t tell you and now I have to tell you through a letter so I’m very sorry. I’m sorry for being such a bad noona but remember I love you, thank you for being there for me, saranghae dongsaeng.

This may be a selfish wish but, I hope we’d meet again in another lifetime and that I’d be with you longer.

From (Y/N) noona

The Seventeen members were in tears whispering, “It isn’t selfish to wish that. I wish that as well noona. Saranghae.”

Dear Seungcheol,

You’re now an uncle! J You’d better raise him well and take care of him or else I’ll strangle you in your sleep…just kidding but raise him well.

I’m sorry for being such a bad noona. I made my dongsaeng upset and disappeared without a trace and let you and mum, dad and oppa worried. I didn’t mean for it but I didn’t want to worry you, but I guess I worried you more this way. I saw you crying on TV and begging for me to come back or let you know where I am or if I’m alive and yet I didn’t say anything, I didn’t let you know and for that I’m really sorry.

I was in the US for treatment and the treatment fail and now I’m gone so I’m very sorry for this Seungcheol-ah, but remember noona loves you and that none of this was your fault so don’t blame yourself and if it was anyone to blame it’d be me. So remember noona love you and thank you for protecting me all these years. Don’t blame yourself and move on and achieve your dream and remember I’m cheering for you.

This may be a selfish wish but I wish we’d still be siblings in another lifetime, but, this time, you’ll be the older one. Saranghae, Seungcheol-ah. You’ve been the best brother I could ever ask for and I couldn’t ask for anyone better.

From (Y/N) noona

After reading the letter Seungcheol was in tears saying, “You’re not a bad noona, you’re an amazing noona. I love you noona, I’ll do it for you.”

Everyone was crying and an hour later they went to Pledis to deliver the letter to the CEO and they called a press conference to read the letter for the fans from (Y/N).

Seungcheol and Ren went to the CEO’s office and gave him the letter and left with tears in their eyes. The CEO looked at them sadly and his hands started to shake when he was opening the letter.

CEO

Dear Han Sung Soo sshi,

I’m really sorry for worrying you and the idols. I didn’t mean to make everyone worry.

Truth was, I left was because I had a brain tumor and I didn’t want anyone to worry so I left to get treatment but the treatment failed so I only had a week left but I didn’t want to come back. I know I could came back and had my last week with them but if I died there while I was with them…it’d hurt them even more and I can’t do that, so I left and spent time in the US until my last day. I didn’t want to die with my friends and family surrounding me while I died and left them behind.

I’m really sorry. But, I have one request before I die, please watch over Seungcheol for me please. Watch over Seventeen, Nu’est and After School for me please. I may be able to watch over them in heaven but I can’t physically help them or comfort them in anyway. So I hope you can watch over them for me and help them and comfort them.

Thank you for watching over me and helping me land jobs even though I wasn’t a part of the company and thank you for treating me like a daughter. You were like my 2nd father growing up, so thank you…appa, saranghae.

From (Y/N)

The CEO was in tears when he read the letter, “I will (Y/N). I will…Saranghae, my daughter.”

The member of Seventeen, Nu’est and After School called a press conference to read the fans (Y/N)’s letter to them, live streamed. Seungcheol read it to them,

Fans

“Annyeong yeoreobun!

It’s me Choi (Y/N). I’m really sorry for you to find out this way. I know you were all looking for me. The truth was, was that I was in the US. I had a brain tumor and was there to get treatment but it didn’t work and now I’m in heaven looking over your guys. It’s okay, it wasn’t your fault and there wasn’t anything you could’ve done about it so don’t worry about it.

I love you guys and I’m sorry for worrying you and for making your oppas and hyungs and unnies and noonas worried and sad and I’m sorry for breaking up your OTP.

I also got news for you all, truth is, is that…I was pregnant, with Ren’s child and I gave birth to a baby boy name Choi (B/N). I know you all won’t accept him but please don’t hurt him he’s our child and I hope you can all grow to love him like I do.

I know they won’t listen to me so remember to remind them to move on and remind Ren oppa to move on and find a girl that could give him something I couldn’t give him. And if you guys won’t listen to me, listen to your oppas and unnies to move on and none of this was your fault and that you guys should be happy.

Saranghae yeoreobun!! If we meet again in another lifetime I hope I’ll be with you guys longer and that we can be friends.

From (Y/N)”

The fans who saw the live stream were in tears at home or with their friends, they cried and cried but they knew they had to follow (Y/N)’s wish and remind their oppas/hyungs and noona/unnies to be happy, “I will unnie…I’ll definitely accept (B/N)…Saranghae.”

~End Flashback~

Everyone walked in to see (Y/N) laying on the alter table with red roses and red petals surrounding her wearing a white dress.

Coffin:

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Dress:

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The priest was there talking and saying the prayer but nothing comprehended in their heads, all they could hear was a bunch of mixed up sounds and tears wouldn’t stop falling down their faces.

Then they went up so say a speech before (Y/N)’s body was laid down to the ground, they chose a representative and it was Ren. Ren who was holding (B/N) put him on S.Coups’ leg and walked up to the microphone.

“I remember meeting (Y/N). I remember the time I asked her to be my girlfriend. I remember thinking and planning to ask her to marry me but, that day never came.

The day she told me it was over, my whole world came crashing down. But I had a glimpse of hope in my life when she told me we’d meet again. I just never thought this is how we’d meet again. What I hoped was that I’d meet her again and that I’d immediately purpose to her so she’s never disappear or slip away but, it’s already too late. She disappeared before I could even see her again. But, I know she still loves me and I want her and everyone to know that I love her, I couldn’t ask for anyone better. I know she told me to move on, but I can’t. I just love her so much.

I love the fact that she gave me a baby boy, I love (B/N) so much. He’s all I have left of (Y/N) and I love him. I am still young so I hope you can all help and advise me on taking care of him.” Ren said and he started to tear up again.

He walked of stage and walked over to (Y/N) and leaned down and gave her a kiss on the lips with tears streaming down his face. He then walked over to (B/N) and picked him up hugging him tightly as his son cried on his shoulder crying for his umma.

The audience were all in tears and then, they put the glass on (Y/N)’s coffin and closed it tightly. Everyone then walked outside as they carried (Y/N)’s coffin and put it in the hole and the people began to cover the coffin with dirt as everyone around started to cry.

~After Funeral~

After (Y/N)’s funeral Nu’est, Seventeen and After School went on hiatus for a while giving them time to themselves and for them to have some healing time. That, and time for Ren to raise his child.

~5 Years Later~

5 years have passed, 5 years since (Y/N)’s death. Some have moved on, some have tried to move on and some just haven’t moved on and Ren was one of the people who just haven’t moved on. He went to (Y/N)’s grave early in the morning to go see her. He had (B/N) sleep over at his uncle’s dorm, S.Coups and the Seventeen members.

He went in his car and drove to the flower shop and bought her favorite roses, (F/C) roses. He then arrived at the cemetery and he walked through the cemetery all the way to (Y/N)’s grave. He put the flowers down on her grave and paid his respects. He then sat next to her grave and talked to her. He talked about everything and anything when a hand touched his shoulder. He turned to see it was (Y/N). “(Y/N)!!” He exclaimed and went to hug her but she put her hand up to stop him and shook her head, “Ren-ah.” She said and tears streamed down her face. “Why? Why did you leave?! “Ren shouted and tears streamed down his face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to. But I had to. It was the only way.” (Y/N) cried. “Y-You didn’t even tell me you were pregnant, you didn’t tell me you were pregnant with my child. You went through the pregnancy by yourself and the labour by yourself while you had a brain tumor. And what did I do? All I did was try looking for you while doing my job…” Ren cried. “I’m sorry. I know I should’ve told you…but I just couldn’t…” (Y/N) said.

The two then began to talk for a while when suddenly (Y/N) said, “I’ve got to go. I’ve been here for too long.” “No! You can’t leave! Not again!” Ren shouted. “It’ll be okay. Move on.” (Y/N) said and she touched his face. Ren’s hand went up to hold onto her hand, he missed her touch and her warmth over the past 7 years. “It’ll be okay. Turn around.” Ren turned to see a girl, she looked exactly like (Y/N). (Y/N) gave him and back hug and whispered in his ear, “Go…move on…but don’t forget that I love you…” and she disappeared, she turned transparent and disappeared in thin air.

~5 Years Later~

Another 5 years have passed, Ren got married, he moved on and married the girl (Y/N) introduced to him at the cemetery. Ren and the girl had a baby girl and the two of them got married 2 years after they met and dated. Ren, Miki, (B/N) and (G/N) were the perfect family but Ren and (B/N) never forgot (Y/N). Miki knew she could never replace (Y/N) and she didn’t mind the fact that she couldn’t replace (Y/N), for she was a fan of Ren and (Y/N).

The fans, Seventeen, Nu’est and After School we happy that Ren was able to move on and get a family. Though, they were quite shocked at the resemblance of the two but accepted Miki like (Y/N) had wanted when she died.

It was (Y/N)’s 10th year anniversary and the members of Seventeen were there with their family and so were Nu’est, After School and the Pledis Staff and CEO. They paid their respect to (Y/N)’s grave every year at exactly 12 noon.

On the 10th year, (Y/N) paid one last visit to Earth. She flew down to Earth with God’s permission on last time.

She flew down and surprised everyone, “Annyeong.” She said as she flew down, her appearance changed, he hair got longer and her body matured more and she had a pair of white wings making her look like an angel. “(Y/N)/Noona/Umma!!” They exclaimed. She touched the ground and was tackled into a hug by everyone, after their reunion they released (Y/N) from the hug.

“Umma…” (B/N) said in tears. (Y/N)’s eyes soften looking at her son, “(B/N), you grew up very handsome.” (Y/N) said and gave her son a hug as he sobbed on her shoulder when she kneeled down. “Gwenchana…Gwenchana…I’ve been a bad mother haven’t I.” she said rubbing his back, he pulled away and shook his head smiling, “Aniyo. You’re a great mother. Saranghae.” He said and gave her a kiss.

“Noona…” Seungcheol said and pulled his sister into a hug. “I missed you so much.” He said. “I miss you too Seungcheol.” And she hugged him back and gave him a kiss on the cheek. And she did the same to everyone, they missed her warmth, her touch, her voice, her smile, everything, they missed her so much.

When she went to give the CEO a hug, she said, “Thank you for fulfilling my wish.” “It’s okay, I would’ve done it either way.” He said smiling.

She then went up to hug Ren, “Ren-ah…” “Noona…” And Ren ran into her arms, he missed her so much, “I missed you…” “I missed you too.” “I’m grateful that you moved on. I’m thankful you took great care of (B/N). And that’s a beautiful wife and daughter you’ve got there.” (Y/N) said. Ren nod but didn’t say anything, instead, he kissed (Y/N), she was shocked but kissed him back, when they broke a part (Y/N) sent Miki an apologetic look which Miki just shook her head and smiled making (Y/N) smile back.

After, she was introduced to everyone’s husbands, wives, girlfriends and boyfriends who she bonded greatly with.

When (Y/N)’s face dropped, “What’s wrong?” Jeonghan asked. “It’s my time.” (Y/N) answered. “What?!” everyone exclaimed. “It’s time for me to move on to the afterlife.” (Y/N) said. “It’s my last time on Earth. Last time to see you.” everyone was so upset but they knew they had to let her go and Ren pulled her back into one last kiss and she gave everyone a hug and then the light appeared. She smiled at them and began to walk towards the light until she disappeared into the light.

~Epilogue~

“Oppa! Ppalli! Ppalli!” Shouted a teenage girl. “I got it! I’m coming!” the boy shouted and the two ran to the park where a big group of people were. “(Y/N)! Seungcheol hyung!” shouted a voice. “We’re coming Minki oppa!” (Y/N) shouted and ran into his arms. “Jonghyun oppa (JR)!! Youngmin oppa (Aron)!! Dongho (Baekho) oppa!! Minhyun oppa (Minhyun)!!” She shouted waving at them. “You’re finally here. You guys took so long.” Said a boy with long hair. “It’s not my fault Jeonghan oppa! Seungcheol oppa took forever.” She complained, making the boys and girls around her chuckle. “Yah! It’s not my fault!” Seungcheol exclaimed. “Whatever…Let’s go play Seungcheol oppa!! Jeonghan oppa!! Jisoo oppa!! Junhui oppa!! Soonyoung oppa!! Wonwoo oppa!! Jihoon oppa!! Seokmin oppa!! Mingyu oppa!! Minghao oppa!! Seunghwan-ah!! Hansol-ah!! Chan-ah!!Jonghyun oppa!! Youngmin oppa!! Dongho oppa!! Minhyun oppa!! Ren oppa!! Jung Ah (Jungah) unnie!! Yu Jin (Uee) unnie!! Hye Rin (Raina) unnie!! Jin Ah (Nana) unnie!! Soo Young (Lizzy) unnie!! Yi Young (E-Young) unnie!! Ga Eun (Kaeun) unnie!! Kaja!” She said and ran to the snow and started to play with it.

~4 Years Later~

At the park in broad daylight, “(Y/N), will you go out with me?” Ren asked on one knee holding a silver ring. “Of course.” (Y/N) exclaimed and they shared their first kiss and Ren slipped on (Y/N)’s couple ring.

~2 Years Later~

It was their 2 year anniversary and they were in the park when a stage appeared out of nowhere and there stood Jonghyun, Youngmin, Dongho and Minhyun with 5 microphones and Seventeen and After School with (Y/N)’s family. They pulled her to a chair and Ren rushed onstage with the other members, “Happy 2 year anniversary jagiya.” Ren said and him and the members began to sing Hey Love.

Nu’est Hey Love: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1orgemUchI

Then Seungcheol pulled (Y/N) onstage infront of Ren. “(Y/N), will you make me the happiness man on Earth and become my wife?” Ren asked on one knee with their friends and family around them cheering. “Of Course!” (Y/N) exclaimed and they shared a kiss and Ren slipped on the ring.

~Wedding Day~

(Y/N) was wearing a beautiful white dress with white heels and with diamond earrings and necklace. She had light make up on and it showed her natural beauty.

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(Chose the one you like)

In the groom’s room, Ren had a white suit on and looking very nervous while his members were congratulating him and telling him everything will be okay. He smiled at them in thank, he took a deep breath and opened the door as the music flowed throughout the room.

Suit: white-suits-white-suit-for-men-21

The two of them were very nervous but also very excited. (Y/N) took a deep breath and took her father’s hand and the door opened (Y/N) walked in with her father in hand and saw Ren at the alter looking at her smiling.

Ren turned when he heard the door open, he saw his beautiful soon-to-be wife. She looked so beautiful that he couldn’t help smiling at her and she smiled back making his heart flutter. She went next to him and the priest was talking, and the two zoned out and just looked at each other lovingly.

“Do you, Choi Minki, take Choi (Y/N), to be your wife to love and care as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“And do you, Choi (Y/N), take Choi Minki, to be your husband to love and care as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.”

“I announce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

And Ren slammed his lips against yours as you kissed back immediately. And everyone cheered for you happily.

~Ending~

1 year later you gave birth to a baby boy you named (B/N). He had your eyes and lip and he had Ren’s hair and face.

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You and Ren lived happily ever after.

You, in the end, got your wish, you lived happily ever after with your friends and family again, only this time, it lasted longer and your wish was fulfilled.

#Nu'est #Ren #XReader #Kpop

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kaceybruce · 7 years ago

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Olive is 9..

Olive turned 9 a week ago.. It was as mind blowing for her as it was for me.. We are in a new country.. a new school.. new friends.. new people in her life.. she has done really well but I know it can be hard for her.. she had asked one week before I even told them we were moving.. if we could move to Canada.. out of no where.. she just said it.. so she actually believes that this was her decision and I just said yes to it..

oy veh..

the night before her big day.. I just couldn't believe that between having her and growing her.. I am at almost 10 years of mama hood.. how did that happen? we are totally crawled out of the baby stage.. they now make it to the toilet to barf.. they have stopped rubbing banana and food in their hair.. and I finally set up a dining room table I had for 3 years waiting for that moment..

this year was a different birthday for her.. we talked about a party.. and she wasn't sure what she wanted to do.. she didn't have class friends what she would invite over quite yet.. except a boy named Aidan.. and she didn't know if he would spend the night..

no .. no he's not Olive..

so we decided on a day o fun..

I always pull them from school.. normally for one on one time.. but with the uneasiness of school for them right now.. I pulled everyone.. Dustin drove up and we went to her favorite place right now.. Castle Fun Park..

of course I had to make her colored pancakes in the morning.. I still suck at making them.. that didn't change when I moved home..

they had a great groupie deal.. so we handed them a fully loaded card.. we were the only ones in there because it was a tuesday mid week school day.. and off they went.. we played games and of course mini golf..

I told them that cabin is the one their Auntie Tiffy tried to jump too years ago and landed in the water.. and ended up breaking out in an ankle high rash for the day.. haha.. stale water anyone..

thankfully no one was in there.. because Aldous was acting all 4 years old and was so upset that we left our water bottle somewhere accidentally.. he was freaking out..

mini golfing with a 4 year old = patience..

she wanted Bostons.. of course.. for her bday.. we did a late lunch / early dinner thing and I ordered her an adult sized bowl of spaghetti and she was in heaven..

umm.. can that photo booth lighting be at the DMV please!!??

she picked out her own ice cream cake.. as well as the one I made her.. which turned out crappy.. boo to new icing.. and thankfully we just ate this one.. she opened her presents.. and the family came over for cake after dinner.. we decorated a christmas tree.. stayed at home in jammies and she said she had the best day ever.. so a win in my books and hers..

age 5 to age 9.. its her.. but she's bigger.. but its her..

its so odd to me.. I remember taking the 5 year old photo. this was at a gas station in bellingham on our way up to Lynden for thanksgiving.. ( sorry holiday babies ) and I remember thinking she looked so old! like so old and I can't believe I have a child that looks like this..

and blink.. here we are again..

her gnarly front baby teeth fell out.. her new ones came in and shaped her face differently.. her hair is a color I have paid people to do before.. unsuccessfully.. and her green hazel eyes are my favorite..

she's so full of attitude and she has random melt downs that send my off the hook.. she's in a canadian school now with different academics.. so she's really ahead of the game ( for the first time ) and her confidence is booming.. her teacher told me she's one of the best at math.. which isn't her strong suit.. and its great to see her light up and know answers.. and bring home different grades then I am used to seeing from her ; )

one thing will never change though.. her last report card matched every single one she's ever received.. no matter which country she is in..

“ Olive rushes her work and her desk could be tidy er”

hahahahaha.. my child.. right there..

Happy 9th Birthday Olive Barbara :)

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newstfionline · 7 years ago

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On Tour’s Mountain Roads, Beer, Baguettes and, Briefly, Bikes

By Andrew Keh, NY Times, July 18, 2017

MONT DU CHAT, France--A white-haired man was dancing naked in the middle of the mountain road, his sunburned body rocking imprecisely to a pop song pounding from a set of speakers. His halfhearted attempt to cover himself with one hand as he swayed was mostly ineffectual, which only made his friends laugh harder and cover their eyes. Behind them was a 20-foot-long, homemade banner that read, “VIVE LE TOUR.”

It was late Saturday afternoon on Mont du Chat, a full 24 hours before the competitors of the Tour de France would ascend these brutally steep roads. But the merrymaking, as the man’s striptease made clear, was already in full swing.

For connoisseurs of cycling, mountain roads provide an optimal vantage point to see a race in person. On flat pavement, riders speed past in a thick pack, gone in a flash. On steep climbs, though, they lumber past, often slowly enough for fans to talk to them or touch them or even run alongside them for a bit.

But reaching these roads is no easy task. Prime spectating spots tend to be several miles above sea level, on windswept outcroppings of rock, or, as here in the western edge of the Alps, cut out of thick woods. Local authorities tend to close mountain access roads in the days before the Tour passes through. There is a longtime tradition, then, of cycling fans camping out in the mountains for days, or even weeks, to claim a coveted place along the course.

That type of pop-up community was on display last weekend on Mont du Chat, the toughest climb during the first mountain stage of this year’s Tour. In the days before the race rolled through on July 9, an impermanent society of tents and mobile homes developed, where sun-bronzed hordes of multinational partyers--nature lovers and attention seekers, rowdy young people and tranquil retirees--communed in crowded, roadside quarters.

The fans had little to do but wait. But for many of them, waiting was half the fun.

“We just enjoy being outside,” said Ferdinand van der Duin, 67, of Groningen, the Netherlands, who sat quietly in a lawn chair on that Friday morning. Van der Duin and his family had arrived on Thursday and pitched a couple of tents on a narrow, slanted patch of grass next to the road. “If the cyclists never came up on Sunday, we’d still be O.K.”

There were more than two days to go before the race, but the mountainside was brimming with people.

Up the road, nine men from around the French department, or region, of Isère--mostly in their 50s and 60s--were constructing a refined dining room amid the trees, using bamboo scaffolding to support a tarp roof and an overhead lamp. They placed a citronella candle on a floral tablecloth to dissuade bugs, and their dinner left nothing to be desired: thick coins of saucisson, a dry-cured sausage, to start; a simmering pot of mahogany-hued chicken tagine; a wheel of Brie and a hefty brick of Comté; and homemade génépi, a liqueur infused with alpine herbs, to cleanse their palates.

“Bravo to the chef,” they said, clapping, after mopping the stew with bread.

Wine flowed throughout. The men talked politics and howled with laughter recounting their trip to the Tour last year, when a trusting stranger stumbled upon their camp and left so drunk that he passed out in the woods.

The men were lucky enough to claim one of the best views on the entire mountain--the Alps towering in the distance, Lac du Bourget shimmering below--but that was all invisible in the dark as they cleaned up their plates and refilled their glasses.

A few hundred yards up the road, a group of young men in their teens and early 20s--hailing from Le Bourget-du-Lac, the town just to the east of the mountain--was only starting their night. They pulled beers from a cooler and played endless rounds of pétanque, a French lawn game.

They said that they come up to Mont du Chat often, mostly to hunt wild boar and goats. They were excited about the Tour--like many other people there, they hoped to make it onto the television broadcast of the event--but the race, they said, was just another excuse to meet up on the mountain for a good time.

“Before the Tour de France we’re up here, and after the Tour de France we’ll still be up here,” said Thibault Joram, 18, who wore a beret atop his wiry frame.

At 3 a.m., the young men rumbled down the slope, setting off firecrackers and clanging an enormous cowbell. It was 6 a.m. when they finally decided to call it a night.

Just a couple of hours after that, early Saturday morning, Gisèle Machet scooted up the mountain in her Peugeot 106 with a sack of baguettes on the passenger seat. Machet, 67, who lives in the nearby town of Meyrieux-Trouet, was not a camper--just a woman who understood the daily need here for fresh bread. After picking up loaves from a local bakery, she was driving up the mountain, from R.V. to R.V., to drop them off.

“I’m doing this as a service,” Machet said as she accelerated up the road. She was charging the campers her cost: 1.10 euros per loaf, no profit. “If the situation were switched,” she said, “they’d do the same thing for me.”

Some people had arrived as early as Monday, but the mountain truly came to life on Friday afternoon. People painted the roads, leaving encouraging messages, or taunts, for the riders. Neighbors made small talk. Some campers sought out their countrymen, taking clues from license plates and flags. Les Aigles, the only restaurant on the mountain, and the site of its only toilet, did a brisk business.

Otherwise time passed slowly. Inje Dienaar, 56, of Zutphen, the Netherlands, spent hours that afternoon seated on a prime corner of the course--a spot she and her husband had claimed on Thursday--crocheting a doll for her granddaughter. Her Jack Russell terrier, Ellie Bellie, sought refuge from the punishing sun under their R.V., which boasted a satellite dish, a solar generator and, crucially, a television.

“We’ve got a season of ‘Inspector Morse’ and the newest season of ‘MasterChef Australia,’” Dienaar said.

On Saturday, before the sun began to set, the police closed the road for good. Anyone traveling it up or down from that point on would have to walk or ride a bicycle along six miles of curving road.

Parties in the mountains tend to get wild the night before the race, and it was no different on Mont du Chat.

A group of two dozen or so young men from Le Bourget-du-Lac and Chambéry, a nearby city, set up turntables and speakers in a clearing that featured a heterogeneous array of objects reminiscent of an American fraternity house: a barbecue grill, a hookah, a sombrero, a flat-screen television balanced on an old wooden desk, two refrigerators filled with beer, a hammock, a shopping cart, a coffee maker, many pairs of flip-flops and assorted costumes.

They planned to wear the costumes--Marge Simpson, a pig, a Dalmatian and a cockroach, among others--when they ran alongside the riders on Sunday to improve their chances of getting on television. This was the ultimate goal. When a race official suggested that the image of a syringe they had painted near their campsite, with Chris Froome’s name written next to it, would hurt their chances of getting on camera, they quickly splashed it with a layer of white paint.

“We have fun, but there are rules about what you cannot do,” said Jean-Philippe Taravele, 27, who wore an Atlanta Falcons football helmet. “We’re not stupid.”

Up the road, another party--the one that later would inspire the elderly man to remove his clothes--was raging. Fans danced in the middle of the road, yelling exaggerated encouragement to the last amateur cyclists chugging up the road ahead of Sunday’s stage.

Sunday morning moved fast. More people arrived after hiking up the mountain. The riders started the stage from Nantua around midday, and the fans on Mont du Chat gathered around strangers’ televisions and radios to track their approach. An ominous early thunderstorm fortunately cleared by late morning.

Near the summit, Szymon Konieczny, 28, of Katowice, Poland, prepared enormous cutouts of his favorite riders’ faces, an idea he said he had borrowed from watching the N.B.A. His wet socks hung on a wire behind him.

“Paint the street? That’s old,” Konieczny said. “Hold a flag? Old. A head? That’s new. They will come by and say, ‘Wow!’ It will give them energy.”

After days of waiting, the mountain became engulfed in noise when the first riders arrived around 4:30 p.m. Warren Barguil of France led the group at one point and inspired crazed cheers of “Allez!” Froome, the three-time Tour de France winner, was close behind and was mercilessly booed and cursed the whole way up.

Crowding the course, inches from the cyclists, the spectators could yell almost directly into their ears and look straight into their eyes. George Bennett of New Zealand cracked a big smile when he spotted a man dressed like an insect, furiously snapping his cloth pincers. But otherwise the riders had blank, detached expressions. Some seemed pained. A few of the stragglers received pushes from helpful fans.

“They go so slowly that you can actually see the effort and see them suffering,” said Caitlin Van Hooten, 28, of Chicago.

It took a little more than half an hour for the entire pack to make it through, and when the last rider went over the top, the weekend (or, in a few cases, the week) came to an abrupt end. It grew eerily quiet on the mountain. Within an hour, most of the roadside tents had been packed up.

“You’re here so long, and then it’s over so quick,” the Dutch teenager Brent van Lieshout said as he loaded his car. “It’s bizarre, if you think about it.”

But Thomas Adelskov, 53, the mayor of Odsherred, a municipality in eastern Denmark, tried to savor the moment. He has an election in November, and he was looking for a way to spend time with his sons Mads, 27, and Jonas, 24, who live in Copenhagen.

They had arrived in an R.V. on Thursday and soon met a young Danish couple who had pitched a tent nearby. The five watched the race as a group and were surprised and elated when Jakob Fuglsang of Denmark appeared near the head of the field. They screamed his name as he rode by and buzzed about the moment for hours afterward.

“Four days on the mountain,” Adelskov said as he settled into a lawn chair surrounded by trees, “and for that, it was worth it.”

#France #Mont du Chat #Tour de France

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spellyjane · 7 years ago

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Splash, Hammer, Meh, Yay! Chatty 70.3 RR

I was heading into Chattanooga 70.3 with no taper and a month after IM Texas. My coach and I fit in a bit of speed work but it has been a bit of an adjustment. They are such different races. I have been in Ironman mode since last September. Sounds like a good excuse for a wussy day right!? It isn’t, I had a cracking day, it just did not play out the way I planned it.

My team mate / mate Alex and I hit the road loaded with bikes, coffee and enthusiasm for the long drive from Chicago to Tennessee. Even with a delicious lunch stop in funky Nashville we made good time and arrived in time for race check in.

I am probably never going to be in charge of booking race accommodation again. The Days Inn was truly hideous, truly. But it was walking distance to the race start, it had a bed and a lamp, so some may say it was perfect.

We met up with my race mate Jeff for dinner at a pub on the main street. He had flown in earlier from Denver and was there on a mission to claim a 70.3 WC slot. We had an early dinner so that Alex could go and pick up his wife Theresa from the airport.

So our weekend gang of Alex, Theresa, Jeff and I assembled for breakfast at the Frothy Monkey next door to the Chattanooga ChooChoo hotel. There was a lot of good eating that went on this weekend. We planned our day and got moving.

A little recon ride showed the worst part of the course, the suburban streets were cracked and potholed but brightly marked with orange tape. It hardly seemed possible while we were sweating buckets at the unsheltered 3pm athlete briefing, but the weather forecast for race day was for thunder storms and a 100% chance of rain. After hearing the few key bits we needed to know, we staggered back to our rooms for a pre dinner rest and heat stroke recovery. I must say, those athlete briefings are important BUT sitting us out in the sun for an hour is counter-intuitive. What a crock of shit that weather forecast turned out to be, but at that stage it was a significant concern for all of us.

As we wandered up the street to meet Jeff at the restaurant he reserved for our pre race dinner, we saw formally attired people coming and going from what was obviously our destination. I was lucky to have had the sense of occasion to add a pair of loafers to my shorts and shirt combo but really that is as fancy as my race travel wardrobe goes. We arrived quite under-dressed but clearly oozing enough confidence and our blue athlete wrist bands to carry it off. No spaghetti and red sauce to be found anywhere on the menu we endured with soup with lobster, sorghum buttered bread and some sort of tree fern sprouts. I have eaten pre race fish tacos in mexico, schnitzel in Austria and quinoa in Calgary and know that this pre race dinner in Chatty will be just as memorable!

As we dined the heavens descended and the forecast epic weather arrived violently. We stared out the window of the restaurant all dreading our trip back to our hotel let alone the race the next day. I don’t mind swimming and running in rain but riding my bike in heavy rain is just plain scary. I was thinking about the numerous man hole covers and the road conditions I had seen earlier that day. All I wanted at that stage was a safe race, to not crash my bike or be struck by lightning. I was committed to racing, after all I had to burn off all the calories I had just consumed!

Before bed I pottered around got all my transition gear into plastic bags and just got myself into rain racing mode. I pictured my whole day wet and soggy but killing it anyway. My husband sent me some words of encouragement and I was in bed by 10, I managed an ok sleep. I was up at 4am to see a dry parking lot and low cloud cover. Whoa, I was immediately elated!

I met Jeff on a dark corner near my hotel and we walked up to the race together. He was his usual quiet pre race self, perhaps a little more so because I know he was really wanting a good race and a slot.

I got myself ready, went and found Alex near his bike, he is a special breed of chilled out, after letting some of his vibe rub off on me, I told him I would see him near the swim start, and I went off to collect Jeff for the shuttle bus to the swim start. He was not as chilled. He was staring at me with scary evil possessed eyes. I was horrified until I figured out it was not actually directed at me but the member of his nemesis tri team who had racked his bike next to Jeff’s.

We caught the bus to the swim start, and wandered down to the sub 30 min swim time area. (I was anticipating a sub 30 min swim given the river current.) Alex found us and we chatted away nervously while we waited. Actually I chatted away… Still no sign of rain but the deluge the night before had an impact on the current in the river. They had sent the pros off on the original course, swimming 300m up stream, turning, swimming 100m across then the remaining 1600m downstream. But it was evident that the current was too strong for us mortal age groupers so to the cheers and hurrahs of the crowd around me, they cut the up stream portion. I wasnt saying boo, but I certainly was not thrilled to be doing the short swim. So without the upstream portion we just had a mad 1300m sprint downstream. I got that into my head straight away. Don’t hold back I thought, just get in and go hard.

The rolling start works well when people self seed properly. But oh man of course they don’t. I started with Jeff, Alex putting himself a few mins back waved us off as we stepped over the timing mats and took off. I lost Jeff within a minute. I was pushing. I was breathing every other stroke for most of the way. I was swimming over the top of a lot of people.

I found the step and hauled myself up and headed off to the wet suit strippers. I made the climb up the steep ramp into T1 to Theresa’s cheers. I donned my gear and headed out. Jeff teased me about not wearing bike shoes in transition as he caught me just before the bike mount line, dammit, he may just have a point. Anyway we took off within seconds of each other but he was out of my sight very quickly.

I was feeling super. My plan was to hit watts that would give me an IF of about .82-.83 (Intensity factor, a fraction of normalised power over my functional threshold power, I am talking about dosing my effort based on my known maximum average watts for a 1hr effort, or something like that) The problem was that the rolling hills on the course were causing a lot of bunching. In order to keep clear of other riders and avoid drafting I was pushing up the hills and when ever I found myself caught up in any bunches. I was finding that as I was coming into the back of a slower rider’s draft zone and beginning to over take that another rider would come up into my draft zone to overtake me, but then we would hit a hill and everyone would slow down, I could tell who the hell was overtaking who, it was a nightmare, in the end I just felt the best thing to do was to get well away of it all. I channeled my Team INTENT Tuesday afternoon hammer-time mojo and went nuts. I vaguely recall passing some poor guy on the side of the road having a mechanical as I headed up the steepest climb, turned out that was Jeff fixing his dropped chain. I finally got some clear road as I hit the easiest part of the course. I rode past a flock of big black birds sitting in the grass on the side of the road, apparently they were vultures, they were scary looking ugly things. A bad sign? Not for me, they were there for the female pro I was gaining on.

Jeff came up and passed me with about 5k to go, shortly after that Alex was there. It was amazing that of all the almost 2500 people racing, that I would be lined up behind those 2 right at the finish. Neither was pulling away from me too fast so I caught up, I giggled as I passed Jeff and finished ahead of him. My IF ended up being .85, not ridiculous but not particularly smart given the hilly run course to come.

We all took off into T2. I was on my way out when I realised I still had a top on that I did not want, the awesome volunteer helped me get it off and dropped it back at my bike while Jeff ran past me laughing. Jeff, Alex and I all hit the run course within 30s of each other. They were gone and I was already feeling that my effort on the bike was going to make this a bit of an ugly run. Spectathlete Theresa was ready with a super smile and cheer as I ran by her at least 3 times out on the run course. I could see Alex and Jeff running together for a bit, they both looked great and I was super jealous that I did not have the legs to keep up. It was hilly and there were lots of U turns but it was a great run course. The aid stations were fantastic. I was not holding a pace I needed to hit 1:40, but I sure as heck was not going to let 1:45 slide by. I watched as a girl with a strong run and a “45” inked on her calf cruised by me with about 8k to go. Oh darn, had no hope of matching her pace, but still in decent shape and not completely falling apart I kicked on and managed a not so terrible run after a killer bike and a hilly run course.

I high fived Jeff and Alex and gave Theresa a sweaty kiss at the finish. All of us were happy. Alex finished 20th in the insanely stacked men’s 30-34 AG, Jeff came 8th in his 50-54 AG both very happy with their performances.

I was 3rd in my 45-49 AG with a 4:31. I can’t call this a 70.3 PR because the swim was cut short by 700m, but it was my fastest bike run combo ever. It was not executed the way I planned but when I look at the data and past performances, it really was one of my best days out. I had a smoking fast bike split of 2:24 which was 5th female overall, including the pros, my run was mediocre at 1:43, but over all a very fast day.

After the world’s most refreshing beer we headed down to the insanely hot river front to attend the award ceremony and slot allocation. Alex and Theresa escaped after awards but Jeff and I stayed. He was fairly certain, that he had a slot but it really was not till they called his name that he breathed again. I was holding my breath too. There was a lot of joy!

I passed on my slot because I already picked it up in Racine last year but was thrilled to see it roll down to a girl sitting right by me, again more joy!

Post race dinner at fab Chattanooga find, Urban Stack, was followed by ice cream thick shakes. We happily all fare welled Jeff before wobbling back to our skank hotel.

Alex, Theresa and I drove home via awesome food in Nashville, we sung a little John Denver, read and chatted, they were such great company all weekend.

I send my huge love and thanks to Simon for his support.

I send more huge love and thanks to my coach Rick Schopp, yeah, I am respectable on the bike these days, thanks for getting me there.

Next stop, cheering on my boys this weekend at their 1st triathlon. Lookout Brownlees.

#ironman703 #racewithINTENT #im703chatt

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