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cursedcataclysm · 4 years

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Ok ok ok hear me out

None of my thoughts are coherent and I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a week but-

Summer Vacation MCYT AU

If you ask me what that means I literally cannot answer you because I don’t know either, this is honestly like 5 different AUs kind of lumped into one (high school? beach? amusement park? lowkey family dynamic??), honestly it’s more of a storyline than an AU but that is entirely besides the point, info dump below the cut because this idea hit me like a truck at dinner and now I can’t stop thinking about it

- Tommy and Tubbo are best friends, and Tubbo is going to this beach house for the entire summer. He’s invited Tommy along and he (obviously) agrees, what better way to spend their last summer as high schoolers together?

- They drive up to the beach town together (road trip au,,,), it’s like an eight hour drive and they’re both absolutely wiped by the time they pull into the driveway, they’re greeted by the sun setting over the ocean and Tubbo insists on running down to the beach for a bit even though they’re both absolutely exhausted

- First day around they decide to explore the town and the boardwalk, there’s an arcade and a small amusement park and shops and restaurants, being chaotic teenagers with no parental supervision they go absolutely ham and decide to visit as many places as they can in one day

- They meet a bunch of people along the way- Dream (lifeguard at the beach), George (runs the snack stand/gift store at the beach with Sapnap), Wilbur (general employee at the amusement park, typically runs the ferris wheel), Philza (manager of the amusement park and arcade), Techno (they don’t actually meet him, only hear about him in passing, apparently he works as a lifeguard/arcade employee/amusement park employee, basically mysteriously shows up at a bunch of different places, practically an urban legend, has a friendly-ish rivalry with Dream), BBH (manager for the beachfront, often found scolding Sapnap for stealing the merchandise), etc

- Tommy and Tubbo spend most of their time at the beach and amusement park, Wilbur always sees Tommy at one of the shooting games and they start chatting, Tommy is absolutely terrible at basically all of the games (except claw machines, for some odd reason) and Wilbur gives him crap about it as much as he can (and he’ll never tell Tommy, but he’s lowkey impressed with his determination). They’re often found having showdowns at the air hockey table in the arcade. Tubbo meets Eret, who’s a lifeguard/swimming instructor at the beach, and they hit it off almost instantly, Eret lets Tubbo take the paddleboards out without paying all of the time (BBH pretends to be mad but he doesn’t really mind).

- Philza crashes one of Tommy and Wilbur’s game nights in the arcade, and they’re all chilling at the air hockey table when Techno shows up (it’s the first time Tommy has ever seen him, he tries to play it cool but really he just looks like a dork). They end up playing air hockey together for hours on end, they all pretend like Tommy is really annoying and roll their eyes at his jokes but Wilbur finds himself snickering sometimes, Philza pulls Tommy aside at the end of the night and offers him a job at the amusement park

- Tommy accepts immediately, he basically spends all day there anyway, and some extra money for college couldn’t hurt

- Philza starts him off at the ticket booth but soon he’s allowed to man some of the game booths, he and Wilbur trash talk each other from their separate posts whenever they’re within yelling distance, Philza would yell at them but it attracts customers and he can’t complain about that

- Sometimes after work Wilbur sits on the boardwalk and plays guitar, if he attracts a crowd he usually escapes to sit in the ferris wheel or on top of one of the game booths (Tommy figures out how to climb onto the roof as well and scares the absolute shit out of Wilbur one time, they chase each other around the abandoned park for a solid hour and Philza makes them work an extra hour for the next week as punishment for the mess they made)

- Tubbo often just drifts about on the sea on a paddleboard, he accidentally falls asleep one time and Eret has to swim out to make sure he’s not dead, all the sun exposure gives him a whopping tan, wearing sunglasses turns out to be a big mistake and Tommy mocks Tubbo endlessly for the sunglasses tan he ends up with

- Dream usually spends his break at the snack stand with George and Sapnap, they smuggle him free food and Dream tells them stories about all the weird people he encounters on the beach

- George and Sapnap abuse their employee discount as much as possible, somehow George can pull off all those awful tourist t-shirts, Sapnap buys a pair of bright red crocs and refuses to take them off during work (regardless of how often Bad threatens to fire him), Dream has one of those lifeguard hoodies but lime green (nobody knows where he got it or why it’s lime green)

- BEACH PARTY

- Bonfire style, ofc, they all meet on the beach at 10pm and they roast s’mores, Wilbur plays some songs on guitar (accompanied by Tommy on a kazoo), there’s endless rounds of volleyball and even Techno shows up, briefly, beating Dream in a match of volleyball before disappearing again (there’s a lot of screaming after this), Tubbo takes Tommy out to sea on a paddleboard and they watch the stars together for a bit (Eret and Wilbur share smiles at the sight of them peacefully laying on the paddleboard next to each other), Sapnap manages to convince everyone to go swimming (luckily the water is pleasantly warm), Dream procures a bunch of water guns from who knows where and they’re all running around and splashing each other, Bad is watching with an amused smile until Sapnap ‘accidentally’ sprays him in the face (they’re all laughing until Bad snipes Sapnap from fifty feet away with a water balloon), Philza allows them into the amusement park and they all pile onto the ferris wheel, intense sandcastle building contests

#mcyt #mcyt au #summer vacation au #im not even going to bother tagging any of them #if you have any ideas/hcs please please please add them on!! i'd love to see them #honestly I don't know if this makes any sense #it's probably terrible #might delete later #just wanted to share #whatever the hell my mind comes up with when it's very tired

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valkyriesryde · 4 years

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Hella Feelings {2/?}

Chapter 2: Stereo Hearts ~ Gym Class Heroes

Pairings: Bucky x OC; Sam x OC

A/N: Chapter two of my collab with @stuckonjbbarnes Lowkey love this chapter but tbh i love em all

Warnings: Language, clownery, some awkward fucks

Word Count: 1074

Previous Chapter ~ Masterlist

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Vanessa follows Sam into the cafe, recognizing it as the small place Holly got a new job at. Sam sits down with his back to the kitchen, having to see the front door, a weird habit of his. Meanwhile, Vanessa goes up front to the bored looking cashier and asks for two plain coffees and sides of cream, unsure how Sam takes his. She spots Holly through the order window and offers a quick wave, handing over her card to pay.

“Do you know the history of sugar?” Sam asks Vanessa as she sets down the various cups, he’s fiddling with the sugar packets.

“Um...no? And I don’t really want to...” She mutters, pulling a handful of sugar packs from him, adding “I already live with one weirdo.. I don't need another in my life.”

Peeking out from the kitchen to see Vanessa better, Holly notices some guy with her. Wait a second... is that Cute Butt? She’d recognise those shoulders anywhere and her breath catches in her throat when he turns to Nessa and Holly gets a look at his face. Holly waves a little, to get Vanessa’s attention, mouthing “Are you on a DATE??”

Vanessa shakes her head and points her finger in a gagging motion. Holly rolls her eyes, smirking because she BUSTED Vanessa.

“What are you gagging about?” Sam asks, whipping around to look at the kitchen but there’s no one there.

“It’s nothing...I was just thinking about the history of sugar.” Vanessa grins, taking a gulp of her coffee.

“Sick burn!” Sam exclaims, sarcastically as the two pick up their coffees and bags.

Vanessa swears she can hear Holly yell, “That is Cute Butt!” from the back and laughs to herself, attempting to follow what Sam is saying.

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Holly is sitting on the couch that night, her fingers tapping on her knee when Vanessa comes home like nothing is wrong. But things are wrong with Holly.

“Who were you with and why was I not aware!?” She jumps up and peers over the back of the couch as Vanessa walks by and dumps her bag on the table behind the living area.

“What? This morning? That’s Sam I AM.” She giggles at her quick thinking and rolls her eyes when Holly gives her a pointed look. “NOT my type...I can’t believe you asked if I was on a date,” and she pretends to gag.

“Oh and how do you two know each other?” Holly sits up a little higher, her heart no longer throwing a tantrum because Cute Butt wasn’t on a date with her best friend...AND NOW SHE KNOWS HIS NAME!

“He goes to our school.” Vanessa shrugs, her back turned so she misses Holly’s eyes go wide but turns to watch her sink back into the couch with a gleaming smile on her face. “D-do you like him? Have you talked to him? Oh my god you guys would be perfect together. He’s kind of.. just like you?” She’s rambling and excited.

“Amazing in every way possible?” She smirks at Nessa

“Nah...kinda weird honestly.” There’s a pause, “I’m joking!!! Love you long time.” She snaps her fingers and walks out of the room like an idiot.

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Meanwhile, Sam and Steve are at a bar waiting for Bucky. Sam slaps his hands on the table as Bucky walks up. “Boy do I have the girl for you!” He exclaims and Bucky almost turns around and leaves before Steve pulls him to sit down.

“Oh god... not you too?” He rolls his eyes.

“Too? I’m sorry who else is playing cupid in your love life, that is my job?”

“A dishwasher.” Bucky groans, ordering a beer.

“A what? Nevermind that, perfect girl! She’s annoying as fuck you two would get along like a house on fire!”

“Excuse me...I am a constant fucking delight.”

“Agree to disagree on that front.” Sam smiles, snatching Bucky’s beer from his hand.

Steve shakes his head at the pair, hiding behind his drink silently. Sam has been going on about the perfect girl for Bucky, “she’s a fucking clown” the entire time they’ve been waiting for him.

“Actually, I think I know just the girl for you Sam...she’s also highly irritating and abrasive.” Bucky smirks at Sam who almost chokes on his drink at Bucky’s clapback.

“Dammit...just one night of no bickering, it’s all I want...I’m so tired.” Steve groans, earning sympathetic looks from his friends.

“Okay okay, but I’m serious, you two would get on.” Sam winks, downing Bucky’s beer, forcing him to order another.

Bucky narrows his eyes and responds with a “Maybe.”

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Holly pops her head in the doorway of Vanessa’s room with a beaming but suspicious smile. Vanessa is watching yet another true crime doc just like every other night really.

“You can come in.” Vanessa says, without looking away from the screen. She’s good at that and every time it scares Holly a little.

“You’re such a freak.” Holly giggles, climbing on her bed. “Anyways..I was gonna tell you about this guy I think you’d like,” she twiddles her thumbs and bites her lip but a mischievous smile slowly creeps onto her face when Vanessa narrows her eyes at her.

“Are you trying to set me up with an imaginary friend?”

“His name is Bucky.” She deadpans.

“OH so for sure, you’re trying to set me up with your imaginary friend. Who names someone Bucky?”

“That’s what I said. WAIT Would you focus here! I found your future husband!”

“Seems fake...but okay.” She changes the show, bored by Dahmer suddenly.

“I’m gonna go check the mail...wanna start dinner?” Before Holly can answer, Vanessa jumps up and throws on a hoodie.

Vanessa heads down the stairs, as it’s the only way to get to the mailboxes since the elevator actually broke down this time. She swings around the corner too wide and suddenly bumps directly into a wall... But it’s not a wall, it’s a man. A beautiful, blue-eyed man. And he smells so nice.

“You okay there?” He steadies her and apologizes.

But all she can think about and focus on are his damn ocean eyes, and she catches his apology a little too late. Nessa says sorry profusely, repeating herself over and over “it’s my fault oh my god, I’m so so so sorry” and he chuckles, cause this pretty girl is kind of insane. Bucky slowly removes his hands from her arms realising he’s still holding her and awkwardly sprints up the stairs. He’s not the best at talking to girls…

Vanessa darts to the mailbox, collecting both the mail and her thoughts, before rushing back up to the apartment. Holly jumps as Nessa flies into the room and screams, “HOLLY I’M IN LOVE!”

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A few days later Sam and Bucky are walking through campus. Bucky stops, again, to retie his shoe and Sam nudges his shoulder so Bucky falls forward.

“You need new shoes.”

“Quit it! I know.”

Sam waits for him and looks around at his surroundings, groups of people on the grass, people carrying mounds of books. Then he sees, what he believes to be... an angel. In reality, it’s Holly trying to eat ice cream without spilling it on herself, I’m not talking sexy eating ice cream, I’m talking it’s dripping down her fingers and she’s struggling big time.

Sam is in awe with this girl, his eyes are caught on her tongue and her legs and everything about her. So caught up in this girl that he doesn’t notice Bucky standing up and brushing himself off until he’s walking straight into Sam, causing him to stumble and look away from the angel.

“What the hell?” Sam yells pushing Bucky back.

“Why aren’t you moving!?”

“I just saw the prettiest girl in the world excuse me, that’s why.” Bucky just shakes his head and starts walking down the path, Sam is quick to catch up.

“That’s impossible, the prettiest girl in the world lives in our apartment building and I would know, I’ve seen her” His thoughts go back to the small girl in the stairway, with the straight dark brown hair that he can’t stop thinking about and how it might feel running through his fingers.

“False. The prettiest girl in the world is right over there” Sam points to where Holly was standing but she’s nowhere to be found. There’s no one that looks even remotely like her around and he can’t find her. “What the hell where’d she go?!” Maybe she was an angel?

“Wow, I think you’ve finally lost it, buddy.” Bucky pats Sam’s back like a jackass and keeps walking.

“I hate you.”

“Come on...you’re making me late to class.”

”You just had to stop to tie your shoe for, like the thirtieth time...do you need velcro?”

“I’ll velcro you” The two shove each back and forth as they keep walking to Bucky’s class, both laughing but their minds not 100% in it.

“That doesn’t even make sense!” Sam bites back with a laugh.

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Outside of Vanessa’s lecture hall, Holly waits patiently, eating an ice cream cone. The ice cream was supposed to be a small snack before the pair took off to get lunch. As Vanessa approaches, Holly discards the trash.

“Holly...you’ve got something on your face.” Nessa grins, taking in the melted chocolate on Holly’s face.

“My snack fought with me. I don’t want to talk about it.” Holly sighs and Vanessa searches her bag for some emergency wet-wipes. They start walking but Holly stops abruptly.

“Wait! Did Sam want to come to lunch? It’s totally cool.” She hasn’t told Vanessa he’s Cute Butt, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t try to see him.

“He’s not in that class and we’re not close like that.” Vanessa pauses, watching Holly with a confused stare.

“Oh. Cool. Just trying to make new friends that aren’t lame...like you.” Holly covers, tossing the wipes into the nearest trash bin.

“Go have lunch with your imaginary friend then.”

“HE IS NOT IMAGINARY” Holly cries, jogging to catch up to Nessa.

“Sure Jan. Can we go to your cafe? I’m really feeling an artisanal salad.” She asks when Holly falls back into step.

“Who are you and what have you done with Nessa?”

“HARDY HAR. We’re going.”

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#hella feelings #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes x oc #sam wilson x oc #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes angst #sam wilson fluff #sam wilson angst #marvel #bucky barnes fanfic #sam wilson fanfic #college au #sam wilson #bucky barnes

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jae-bummer · 7 years

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Miserable

Request: Could you write something with 7 and 10 with seventeens leader scoups?

7) “I think you’ve had enough to drink.”

10) “Is he good to you?”

Member: Seventeen’s S.Coups x Y/N

Type: angst/fluff

The flat was dark, a single lamp lit by the entryway signaled that the apartment tenant was out, enjoying a Friday night as young adults in Seoul should. It was a gorgeous evening. A light breeze caught stray leaves near the door, whirling them in small tornados before dumping them on the doorstep once again. The quiet tapping hit the wood in increments, breaking through the silence of the quiet living room.

The apartment was set to wait for it’s renter’s return, it’s only purpose to house and protect those who lived within. If only the flat was actually empty. If only it was actually waiting.

But there you sat. In the dark confines of your living room, hiding in the depths of black instead of being illuminated by the street lights and neon you had so looked forward to being under.

You sighed, blowing a loose piece of hair from your forehead while sitting your chin on your palm. You leaned over, readjusting the buckle on your heel and sat back up again. You tapped warily on the phone screen near your thigh, confirming that your boyfriend was indeed an hour late.

You couldn’t say you were surprised. After all, it wasn’t like this was something new. You had been stood up more times than you could count for whatever greater good he was battling for at the time. It was inconvenient and thoughtless, but you hadn’t given up yet. You always held out hope that he would stroll through the door.

After another twenty minutes of rather compelling internal struggle, you pulled yourself to your feet.

“I’m not going to keep myself from having fun,” you murmured, readjusting your dress as you stood. “I’m going to have fun anyway.”

“Another one, please,” you hiccuped, slamming what had to have been a fourth or fifth empty glass onto the bar top.

“Do you want another double?” the bartender asked, lifting his brows.

You chewed on your lip, tilting your head as you analyzed him. You were here to have fun and more importantly, forget that you were supposed to be out with someone else.

“Would a triple be too much?” you asked, your words slightly slurred as they faded off into a giggle. The bartender shook his head, a dark smile on his face as he began to pour.

As much as you wanted to drink your thoughts into oblivion, it seemed that with the more you drank, the more you ruminated on it. The anger and hurt boiled just beneath the surface as you swallowed more and more alcohol.

“Hey,” a deep voice cooed, not even a foot away. “You alone tonight?”

You turned to face the voice, realizing you had done so too quickly. As the presence of a man appeared in your vision, the world around the two of you began to shake as if it was attached to an ocean wave. You closed your eyes, only reopening them once everything had settled.

“Am...am I alone?” you hiccuped, your eyes focusing on the man. He was handsome. His dark hair was styled into parted bangs covered partially by a beanie. His hands were deep in the pockets of a leather jacket that sat over a hoodie. He looked kind and warm.

The man smiled, tilting his head as he patiently waited for you to answer.

“I’m very much alone,” you croaked, fighting the drunken tears from falling out of your eyes.

“That’s a pleasant surprise,” he nodded. “I’m Seungcheol, what’s your-”

“It’s not pleasant,” you whispered, shaking your head and turning away from him. You grabbed at the refilled glass that had appeared near your hand and took a long sip.

Seungcheol’s face fell, all kindness fleeting as his features became serious. He furrowed his brows as he leaned toward you. He set his hand lightly on yours. “I’m sorry...uh...What’s not pleasant?”

“I was supposed to go out with my boyfriend tonight,” you cried, taking another drink. “I was supposed to go out with my boyfriend a lot of nights.”

Seungcheol bit his lip, his face still scrunched in confusion. “Okay, you have a boyfriend. Why didn’t he take you out tonight?”

“He stood me up,” you muttered, feeling the tears begin to bubble over. “He does that a lot. I get apology texts more often than actual conversation.”

Seungcheol sighed as he listened to you, squeezing your hand lightly. You felt strangely reassured by his presence. You weren’t sure if it was because you were trashed or upset. Either way, him listening seemed to help.

“I just...our relationship has been dead for awhile,” you admitted, the words stinging as you acknowledged them.

Seungcheol nodded along. “...is he good to you?”

You laughed, the noise sounding bitter. “Define good.”

“Does he treat you like you deserve to be treated?” Seungcheol answered. “Because it sounds like he doesn’t.”

“Why should I be treated as something special?” you hiccuped. “I let him walk all over me. If I make him think it’s okay, should he be chastised for thinking it’s actually okay?”

“I’m impressed by your vocabulary considering how much I assume you’ve had to drink,” Seungcheol chuckled. He took the glass from your hands and slid it away. “I think you’ve had enough.”

“Seungcheol,” you whined, flinging your body drunkenly toward the stranger. His eyes grew wide as he caught you, awkward in his movements as you tangled your arms around his neck. “Seungcheolie.”

“What’s your name?” he asked slowly. “I need to get you home.”

“Will you be my boyfriend tonight?” you giggled drunkenly. The alcohol was hitting you with more strength than it had before. You were running off of adrenaline and liquor as you clung to him, convinced he was exactly what you needed to forget your problems.

“Your name,” he repeated earnestly. “Your address.”

“Anything you want it to be,” you cackled. “And anywhere but here.”

“I didn’t want to have to do this,” Seungcheol muttered, nearly falling over as you pushed all of your weight on him. He kept an arm wrapped around your waist as he struggled to reach your clutch. He finally grabbed hold of it and pulled it open with aid from his teeth. He moved his fingers quickly until he hit your wallet and managed to unzip it. With a considerable amount of effort, he found your I.D. and scanned it.

“Y/N,” he nodded. “Banpo-dong?”

“Give me back my wallet,” you slurred, snatching your I.D. from his hands and stuffing it back into your clutch. You held it close to your body and pushed yourself away from him. You pouted as he set you with a stern look, reminiscent of your father.

“Come on,” he grumbled, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you out of the bar.

“I don’t wanna go,” you whined, stomping your feet as Seungcheol hailed a cab.

“Funny, you couldn’t wait to have me take you anywhere but here a few seconds ago,” he spat, crossing his arms. You attempted to make a drunken run for it, but he grabbed onto your coat, keeping a firm grip on the fabric by the back of your collar. Eventually a taxi came to a stop before you and Seungcheol pulled the door open.

“In,” he muttered, giving you a gentle push on your lower back. You rolled your eyes as you climbed in to the back seat. He instantly pulled his jacket from his shoulders, placing it on your lap to cover your legs now that you were seated. You leaned back, amazed by his small act of chivalry. He began to recite your address as if it were his own to the cabbie and nodded as the car launched into drive. He leaned back, exhaled loudly, and turned to look out of the window.

“Go out tonight, I said,” Seungcheol grumbled. “It would be fun, I said.”

“Did I...Did I ruin your plans?” you whispered, the feeling of guilt finally hitting you hard. Even when you were drunk, you knew when someone looked annoyed.

“It really wasn’t much of a plan,” Seungcheol sighed, turning back to you again. “I was just going to have a few drinks and maybe come on to a cute girl. You saw how far that got me.”

“I...I ruined your plans,” you whimpered, feeling the tears appear again. You were on an emotional rollercoaster hosted by bicardi and you weren’t buckled in for the ride.

“Hey, hey,” Seungcheol cooed, his eyes wide. He placed a hesitant hand on your arm and lightly patted your shoulder. “Some jerk ruined your night, so it’s all even.”

You nodded sulkily, leaning towards Seungcheol. Your face landed with a plop on his thigh where you nuzzled into his jeans. You knew the material had to have been wet as tears streamed down your cheeks.

“Uh...” Seungcheol trailed, moving his awkward pats from you shoulder and into your hair. After a moment, the patting turned into stroking as his fingers pulled through your locks.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “That I made you as miserable as I am.”

You groaned as your weakened body eased up from the couch. You gripped your head as a ringing pierced through your eardrums and the light flooding through your blinds was just a little too bright.

“Aish,” you hissed, opening your eyes as slowly as you could manage. You looked over to your shoes and stockings, haphazardly strewn across your living room. You peered down hesitantly at your torso, thankful to see the clothes you wore last night were indeed still on your body.

You looked to your phone which was vibrating repeatedly, your boyfriend’s smiling face shining up at you. You pursed your lips, hitting the ignore button, and let your face fall into your hands.

He had stood you up last night, but you wouldn’t allow yourself pity. You had gone out to drink anyway, bumping into...

Seungcheol.

You gasped, launching your face up from your hands, causing an unneeded dizziness you hadn’t asked for.

“Seungcheol?” you called out curiously, eyeing the hallway of your apartment. You had recalled him bringing you home last night, but the silence confirmed that he hadn’t stayed. You wracked your brain, trying to remember even the smallest detail. No, he definitely hadn’t spent the night. He had deposited you onto the couch, leaving shortly thereafter.

You jumped as a knock landed heavily onto the front door of your apartment. Wincing, you struggled to your feet, wrapping your blanket around your shoulders as you went.

“Seungcheol?” you whispered subconsciously, flinging open the door. He wasn’t standing on your doorstep, but then again, nothing was. A small basket sat on your welcome mat instead.

You grabbed a corner of the wicker and tugged it in, closing the door as soon as you had it safely in the confines of your home. Your eyes darted around it’s contents, chuckling at what was there.

Bottled water. Aspirin. An array of snacks.

You smiled as you tugged a small slip of paper out from the middle of it all. Unfolding it, small, black ink shone up at you.

“When the alcohol has left your system...and so has the resolve to withstand being stood up.

You can find my number in your contacts.

feel sober soon. xo”

thanks to @beesoo13/ @novaurora13 for the plot ^.^

#choi seungcheol #seungcheol #s.coups #seventeen #seventeen s.coups #s.coups au #s.coups fluff #s.coups angst #s.coups drabble #s.coups fic #dating s.coups #boyfriend s.coups #seventeen au #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen drabble #seventeen fic #dating seventeen #boyfriend seventeen

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blazinbeautywrites · 7 years

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Valentine’s Day

Note: Due to recent events and the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

I give full credit to the original owner of any gif or pic I use.

This is a special personalized scenario for @veniividiiamavii-mvi who was the first winner of my game

Length: 1,862 words

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Suggestive

A/N: I know I said I was gonna post this on the weekend but I thought it’d be better to actually post it on Valentine’s Day.

Leia was pissed. It was two days before Valentine’s day and JB was M.I.A. She knew damn well that their tour ended since she’d been counting down the days until she’d see him again. She tried to call, text and even facetime him but to no avail. He was avoiding her. They were supposed to be having “I missed you” sex right about now but alas here she was stuffing her face with junk food and watching trash tv. What angered hr more about the situation was that he’d promised after the tour ended he’d fly to her hometown and spend a few days with her and now he’s nowhere to be seen. She immediately called Mark and after the 4th ring she was ready to hang up but he answered and she was ready to give him an earful.

“Where the hell is Jaebum?” Leia said.

“Well hello to you too. I am fine thank you, how about you?” Mark said. Leia became even more annoyed. She was not in the mood for his sarcasm.

“Don’t start with me right now Mark. Where is he? He was supposed to be in Cali yesterday and he isn’t answering his phone,” Leia said.

“Wait so he isn’t with you? He’s not at the dorms either. Shit I wonder if he’s- fuck I’ll call you back,” Mark said, quickly hanging up.

“What THE FUCK!?” Leia screamed. She threw her phone on her bed and pulled a pillow to her face and began screaming. She thought everything was going amazing in their relationship. If was gonna dump her, he had the shittiest timing.

Across the ocean JB was sitting in the Incheon airport, angry that his flight had been delayed an hour. On top of that he’s misplaced his passport so he couldn’t fly into the states even if he wanted to. His phone had died and his charger was tightly packed somewhere in his suitcase. Today was just going to shit and he was pissed. He had no one with him and no one recognized him so he was screwed. He walked around until he spotted an airport staff member. He was informed that they had a service phone he could use and led him to it. Once alone he dialed Jinyoung’s number.

“Hey, it’s Jaebum. I need some help. I’m stuck at Incheon and my passport is missing….and my phone is dead,” JB said.

“Well you’re in luck. BamBam found your passport in between the sofa cushions earlier and we’ve been trying to get in touch with you for hours. I can come bring it to you if you want,” Jinyoung said.

“Yes! Thank you so much! I’m at the main terminal,” JB said.

“Oh and one more thing….you might wanna call Leia. She’s mad as hell,” Jinyoung said.

“Shit okay, thanks for telling me,” JB said. Once he hung up the phone he went to find a seat. He laid his suitcase out on the floor and began digging for his charger. Once he found it he plugged his phone up. He let it charge for about 10 minutes then turned it back on. He was immediately greeted by hundreds of missed calls, voicemails and texts, mainly from Leia. He red her texts and knew he was in for it. He knew if he told her what happened she’d shit on him and never let him live it down. He decided against returning any of her calls and texts. He’d rather deal with her in person. He texted Jinyoung letting him know exactly where he was. Not long after Jinyoung was calling him.

“Okay I’m near the main terminal, wave your hand or something,”Jinyoung said, chuckling to himself. He soon saw JB’s hand shoot up near one of the bathrooms and jogged towards him.

“Thank you so much! I owe you man,” JB said.

“Yeah you do! Leia woke me up just to yell at me and grill me about your whereabouts. Please never pull this shit again,” Jinyoung said. The boys hugged and JB ran off to catch his flight. He got to the gates and handed the flight attendant his ticket and passport. Once he was waved through he found his seat and nearly fell asleep immediately. He was exhausted.

Leia was fast asleep. She was drained from the earlier events of the day. She was in a peaceful slumber until she heard a noise. She shot up in her bed and listened closely. Yep someone was definitely in her apartment. She quietly climbed out of bed and grabbed her bat from behind her bedroom door. She crept down her hallway and was met with the back of a man wearing a black hoodie. She charged for him and tackled him to the ground. She was just about to beat him with the bat when he caught her wrist in his hand.

“JESUS CHRIST IT’S ME!” JB yelled.

“JB? What the fuck are you doing? Why are you sneaking in my house at this time of night?” Leia asked.

“I promise I’ll explain everything in the morning but for now I just want to sleep,” JB said.

“Fine you can sleep….right on the couch,” Leia said.

“Really?” JB asked.

“Yes really. You know where the extra blankets and pillows are. Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna go back to the sleep you rudely interrupted,” Leia said. He hated that she was pissed at him but boy did he enjoy watching her walk away. He loved her curves so much that he got annoyed that he didn’t shoot her a text earlier. Had he not been such an idiot, he could have had her bent over and calling him daddy by now. But here he was, about to get it popping with a flat ass pillow and a flimsy blanket on an uncomfortable sofa. Yep this was his life.

Leia woke up fully refreshed and energized. She went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and saw how much of a mess she looked. Taming her hair she left the bathroom and upon walking into the living room she saw JB sprawled out on the sofa. Though she was mad a him she had to admit he looked fine as fuck, even in his sleep. She decided to make them some breakfast. No matter how annoyed, she wasn’t gonna let her man go hungry. In the span of 30 minutes she’d whipped up pancakes, eggs and some sausage. JB smelled the food and instantly woke up. He saw Leia plating the food and walked over to the counter and took a seat.

“Morning,” JB said. Leia turned around and gave him a glance over then turned back around. She sat a plated down in front of him and then took a seat next to him.

“Morning,” Leia replied. She didn’t look at him. She had her eyes on her phone as she ate, frustrating JB. He took her phone, turned it off, then shoved it in his pocket.

“I didn’t fly all the way out here for you to ignore me. You wanted me to explain, so I’ll explain. Look there was a mishap at the airport. I left my passport at the dorm, my phone died AND my flight was delayed. I finally found a phone at the last minute and just….I should have called you and told you all this last night but honestly, I didn’t think it would be that big of a deal but I can see that it was. I’m sorry,” JB said. Leia looked at him and let out a small smile.

“You asshole. You could have just had one of the guys tell me once you got everything situated. God I was such a bitch to Jinyoung and Mark. I have to apologize to them,” Leia said. She looked at him and almost jumped his bones.

“Or you and I can spend the morning apologizing to each other over and over again,” JB said. He pulled her closer and began kissing her neck. She moaned and tried to get away from him but he was holding her tight. She knew she wasn’t gonna be doing much of anything for the next few days.

“Oh my god stop it,” Leia said laughing. JB had been nipping at her neck for the past 5 minutes. They’d just finished their 2nd round of sex and JB was still horny.

“You love this shit,” JB said. He continued to kiss her neck then let out a content sigh.

“It’s Valentine’s Day you know. Are we gonna do anything tonight?” Leia asked.

“Well I know for sure you probably cancelled our reservations at the restaurant so how bout we just go walk around the city?” JB said.

“After all that you want me to get outta bed and walk around?” Leia asked.

“Oh come on it’ll be fun. Let’s take a shower and go get some food,” JB said.

“Ugh fine! Leia caved in and dragged him to the shower. After a quickie on the bathroom counter, they showered together and quickly got dressed. Once Leia grabbed her keys they were out the door. They walked around for a few minutes until Leia spotted a food truck. She quickened her pace and JB was hot on her heels until he had to pause for a quick breath.

“Please don’t do that again,” JB breathed out.

“Oh hush you big baby, you’ll be fine,” Leia said, laughing. She perused the menu and settled on a loaded hotdog, a bag of chips and a can of Fruit Punch Arizona. She asked JB what he wanted to get and he gave her his order. When it was time to pay she looked at him with her hand stretched out.

“What?” JB asked with a slight smirk on her face.

“You damn well what. Give me your card,” Leia demanded. JB laughed and handed her his black card. Once their food was paid for they took a seat at one of the many tables surrounding the food truck.

“I really am sorry about how all this turned out. I know we had these big plans for tonight. I promise I’ll make it up to you,” JB said.

“Jaebum, it’s fine. You’re here now and I’m happy. You already made it up to me...3 times. I’m just glad we have an extra week together,” Leia responded.

“Yeah about that……” JB said.

“Don’t you dare tell me you have to leave earlier, you fucking promised!” Leia said.

“Woah, baby chill out. It’s actually quite the opposite. I’m actually staying an extra week. So you have 2 weeks with me. I negotiated some extra time off. I used my back as leverage,” JB said. Leia looked at him and burst out laughing.

“I really do love you,” Leia said.

“And I love you. Happy Valentines Day baby,” JB said.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” Leia replied. She reached over and pulled him to her lips. After giving him a quick peck on the lips they continued eating their food. Leia was ecstatic to have him around for 2 full weeks. She would have it any other way.

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ecotone99 · 4 years

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[MS] Off the Radar

I would be the last person that you would ever think would be involved with getting even. I'm not by nature a vindictive or vicious person. One thing I never do is talk about or brag about things that I've done. I've never physically harmed or killed anyone (as angry as I have been about injustices in the court system) as I do have morals. Unless it's self-defense, physically harming or killing someone is wrong.

I remember the first time I did something. A good friend of mine was thrown out the window of 3 story balcony by an angry boyfriend during an argument. She was 18 years old. My friend didn't die, She was in a coma for several days and it wasn't known if she would survive. She did survive but she was never the same. She has difficulty reading and writing and finds it difficult to do basic tasks. She was going to become a doctor but this creep took that away from her. She was very smart but because of the head injuries is more like a 5 or 6 year old.

The courts only gave this creep probation. The attorney of this creep Jeff Wilson had some very high end sports car that he kept parked on his property. He had a blue Lamborghini which is worth a lot of money. What I did was I went out in the wee hours of the morning and with a knife flatten the tires on this vehicle and then the others. I then took a key and keyed the Lamborghini. I then poured gasoline on the Lamborghini and the other vehicles and set them on fire. I then ran. One of the cars exploded and then the building of the law firm was on fire.

I knew the attorney had cameras but I was dressed in black with a black hoodie. I had a wig on and had disguised myself so that I wouldn't be recognized. As I escaped, I could see the flames. Of course the fire and destruction of his vehicles were headline news. I waited nearly a year after the trial to do this. The attorney blamed an ex-girlfriend who threatened to set his cars on fire. He didn't know this but I was stalking him and was hiding nearby when I heard the ex threatened to burn his cars.

I got even with the fraternity who harmed a pledge in a terrible hazing incident. During spring break I took a large fire hose, broke a window in the back which couldn't be seen by the road and turned the water on. I also turned on water in the sinks and in the showers. It was several hours before it was noticed and it was a mess. Flooding all over the place. The house couldn't be lived in for months.

Again wealthy family, no criminal prosecution or charges filed.

The fraternity wanted to point the finger at the father of a pledge who was beaten and nearly died as the result of the beating but the dad was hundreds of miles away. The lawyer of the fraternity suggested that he got someone else or hired someone to do this. I must admit in this case, I took advantage of the situation as no one would ever suspect me. The pledge who was beaten up was someone I secretly admired. I decided that the fraternity was going to pay for what they did to him. Having to pay to rebuild their house meant that they wouldn't be hurting pledges or anyone else in a house for a while, at least.

I went after a broker who ripped off my elderly aunt. I stole one his computers hacked into his computer system and made a mess of it. I didn't take any of the money as they could be traced. Did this on Christmas Eve after spending the day with my aunt. When nightfall came, I threw the computer in the ocean and sharks attacked the computer.

The next morning I found the computer in bits and pieces, picked up what I could, dumped it in the trash and left. No one was out as it was cold that day.

This broker had shady business deal with a Russian Business Tycoon who threatened to sue him over a bad business deal. Again I took advantage of the system. The Russian Tycoon was blamed and of course he denied it. No one could prove or disprove that he did it.

This was the last thing that I did. I decided to stop as I didn't want to get caught as I know that I would be punished.

I'm actually a news anchor in Florida in a major market. All of these things happened in Florida within a 150 mile radius. I interviewed Detective Barry Matthews who had worked on the car fires.

"In the case of the Lamborghini fires and the fire that damaged Attorney Jeff Wilson's office we have yet to find the culprit. We have several suspects as you can imagine, the attorney made some enemies with the people he defended in court. He also was threatened over the years by various people."

"What about video surveillance? " I asked.

"Well, the fire destroyed it. This is one case that I would like to solve but we have no clear suspects. Many we have ruled out but there are a few that we haven't. If anyone has any information.......

"Thank you, Detective Matthews."

A co-worker Debra Short who was is several years younger than me was attending the college where the fraternity was vandalized. She interviewed of the Detectives on that case. Detective Wendy Busch acknowledged that the fraternity had a bad reputation of treating women and pledges badly. The father of the beaten pledge as well as the pledge were ruled out as suspects in the water damage. I was glad about that as I didn't want them to go to jail. The fraternity had to pay the pledge 3 million dollars in damages from the beating that left him with chronic pain. It was also closed down for good after that.

I listened to an interview with the Russian Business Tycoon who denied hacking to the broker's computer. "Well, why doesn't the police look at his investors? They had reason for revenge. I got my money back." The reporter said that police had looked into this but the investors were all elderly widows who didn't know much about computer? "Well, maybe an nephew, grandchild or someone in the family who was familiar with computers did this. After they did this, they threw the computer into the ocean. The computer most likely was attacked by a shark. They found some pieces of it." said the Tycoon in a serious manner.

The Tycoon said that politics was behind him being investigation. The reporter reminded the tycoon that he had been cleared but he believed that people still thought he did it and he feared for his life and safety. I was sitting in Detective Matthews apartment. He believed like many that the Tycoon hired someone to mess up the broker's computer for revenge."

I laughed when I heard.this. If he knew I did it, well he didn't. I covered my tracks by taking one of the broker's computers, hacking the system on Christmas day and then destroying the computer.

The funny thing about this was none of these cases were tied together. They were seen as different cases and no one suspected that one person was responsible for the fire, the water damage and the hacking of a computer.

All different cases but they were connected to me. My dear friend whose lifetime dream of becoming a doctor was ended by a jealous boyfriend. Perhaps you wonder why I didn't go after the boyfriend. Well, let's just say that what comes around, goes around. His drug dealer beat him and then threw him off a 5 story balcony due to no-payment. He owned this guy money. The drug dealer was sentenced to life in prison and shortly after he came to prison died under mysterious circumstances. No doubt the family of this man had a hand in this. Wealthy powerful people.

The pledge I never spoke a word to but saw him every day for about a year before he was beaten. He was so cute and attractive. I cried when I heard what happened to him. The pledge suffered PTSD and couldn't work. I'm glad the fraternity was forced to pay him 3 million dollars.

Despite my pleas, my aunt refused to go to the police after the broker ripped her off. She was ripped off $5,000. Not a large amount as my aunt had a lot of money but still she should have reported him.

The broker was fined $20,000 and that was it.

I told no one what I had done. Detective Matthews and I had become good friends. We are keeping our relationship secret. We spent a weekend in Key West. Far away from our home in Pensacola. We went down in separate cars. Had a nice weekend then went our separate paths. Don't know where the relationship will go. He has no idea that I have committed criminal offenses. I've fooled everyone.

Update: Several months later, Detective Matthews and I went our separate paths. No one knew and we didn't talk or brag. I was not on anyone's radar for these crimes. That's how I got away with it.

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ausaplenty · 6 years

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Everybody has a price

Kiara Scuro. Lilian Moros. Vance Moros. If I put a laundromat in a cage fighting AU, does it count?

Because I’m counting it

Kiara frowned as she held up the hoodie she’d worn during the bout, examining the blood that was beginning to stain the grey material. It needed to be washed. Badly.

Cursing under her breath, she started rifling through her pockets for change. The machine at her apartment was busted and the super kept telling her that the landlord needed to sign off on any repairs. When he got back from his vacation in Costa Rica.

There was a place near her place and it’d be a senseless not to do a full load.

“You gonna be all night? Some of us have families to get home to,” somebody barked outside the locker room.

Kiara had a routine. And she’d worked it out with Art after the first few bouts that she’d won. He let her stay late, so she could have the locker room as dark as she needed.

“I’m coming, boss man,” she shouted in response as she strode between the lockers to meet him. She held her hand out and wiggled her fingers. “Pay up.”

Art, a balding middle-aged man whose looks hid the fact that he could freeze any attempted thief in their tracks, rolled his eyes as he slapped a wad of money in her palm. “Yer a mess, kid.”

She couldn’t deny it. Her oversized hoodie hid a smattering of bruises along her ribcage and she could feel her left eye swelling, along with a myriad of other scrapes. But she’d had worse since she’d started at the powered fight club.

“What can I say? I work hard for my money.” The blonde grinned as she shoved the cash into her pocket.

“Yeah, well, you need to work just as hard tomorrow night, so make sure you see Jason to get everything fixed up,” the man grumbled.

“Will do, boss man,” she responded, popping a jaunty salute. “See you tomorrow.”

~*~

Kiara hefted her laundry basket onto her hip as she glanced inside the laundromat, relieved to find it empty.

If her landlord wasn’t such a bum, her washer would be fixed, and she wouldn’t have to walk two blocks for an abandoned laundromat in hopes that nobody would be there to see her bloody clothes.

Her oversized hoodie shielded her face from the florescent lights as she loaded the washing machine, tossed in detergent pod and popped quarters into the coin slot.

With a groan, Kiara curled up on top of the row of washing machines opposite hers and closed her eyes. Healing always left her feeling tired and drained, which Jason said was because the body was essentially made to do several weeks’ worth of healing in a short amount of time. Her eyes started drifting closed, lulled by the hum around her.

The weight of money in her pocket felt comforting after so long of not having it, even if getting it hurt. It’d been years since her parents had kicked her out of the house when her powers had gotten out of control. She’d sold her art on the street for years, barely making enough to keep her crappy apartment.

The bell above the door jingled cheerily and Kiara opened her eyes to see a stunning brunette scrutinizing her.

“Don’t let interrupt you,” the newcomer informed her languidly, eying the rows of dryers that lined the wall.

“’S fine,” Kiara assured her, sitting up. “I was just… resting my eyes.”

“No judgement from me,” the woman replied as she passed. “I know what it feels like to be bone tired and unable to just go home and sleep for hours.”

The woman was intriguing, her eyes a rich hue that made Kiara think of the ocean and her body was begging to be immortalized in stone or on canvas. Mentally, the blonde was calculating her finances, wondering if she could afford a model.

“Hey?! Did you hear me?” the brunette snapped, annoyed.

Kiara blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”

“Have you seen my laundry bag? I swear I left it on top of that washer,” the woman repeated.

“No, I haven’t seen anything,” she frowned. “I can dig around and see if there’s a garbage bag or something for you to carry it.”

“You don’t have to. Go back to your nap,” the brunette suggested.

“Too late,” Kiara answered, sliding off the washing machine. There was a closet in the corner and she jiggled the handle to find out it was locked. Surreptitiously, she slid a shadow inside and forced the mechanisms open.

Shelves full of supplies were waiting on the other side of the door and she scanned the contents until she let out a triumphant cry.

“Found something!” the blonde exclaimed, holding up a trash bag.

The smile she got in return was full and blinding. It made her heart beat faster.

“Thanks. I appreciate it,” the goddess-made-flesh said lightly.

Kiara hadn’t wanted to draw somebody so much in ages. She wondered if this was the feeling that the Ancient Greeks associated with muses, because she felt as if she could spend hours capturing this woman’s beauty and nuances and still have so much left to uncover.

“Okay, this is going to sound crazy and weird, and I promise you that I don’t normally do this, but would you be interested in doing some modeling work?” Kiara babbled, blushing.

“What?”

The blonde exhaled, trying to force herself to calm down. “I’m sorry, that was a lot.”

“It was, but doesn’t mean I’m not curious,” the woman said. “Let’s start at the beginning. Who are you?”

“My name is Kiara Scuro and I’m an artist. And you’re so … beautiful, that I was wondering if you’d be interested in being my model.” She shoved her hands into her pockets. “I can write you a contract and you’d have full control over what you wanted to do, but I just – I feel like I’d be a fool if I didn’t at least ask.”

“Thanks … I think,” her muse said, studying her as she finished folding. “You’re serious.”

“When it comes to the amount I’m willing to pay you, I’m dead serious,” Kiara promised.

The woman pulled out her phone. “What’s your number? I’ll have my lawyer give you a call.”

“Fantastic! Just one thing – What’s your name?” the blonde questioned, feeling foolish for not asking before.

“Lilian Moros,” she smiled slightly as she held her hand out for a shake. “It’s nice to meet you, Kiara.”

~*~

The brunette waited until she was out of sight of the laundromat to dump the clothes she’d stolen in an alley.

Her phone rang.

“Was she agreeable?” Vance asked when Alexa Myers answered the phone.

“It’s not something that comes up in a casual encounter,” she retorted as she slid into the back of the limo. “But I’m meeting her tomorrow. Apparently, I inspire her art.”

She’d heard similar lines for years, all from men as smooth as silk who were shocked when she turned them down. But with Kiara, it was sincere. Refreshing.

“You’re an inspiring woman, sweetling,” her benefactor complimented. “I want to do this the easy way. I’d rather not have to sully my hands by doing the dirty work.”

“I’m sure she’s willing to throw a match – I just have to find her price,” Alexa said, experience evident in her words.

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