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shuadotcom · 8 months

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💞Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

💞Summary: You and your boyfriend decide to change up your Valentine’s Day plans this year, so you plan a two-week getaway - or a “love vacation” as Seungcheol calls it. With each destination, you fall more and more in love with each other and it may just be your best Valentine’s Day yet.

💞Genres & AUs: Fluff, smut, established relationship au, road trip au

💞Rating: 18+ (MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED)

💞Warnings: Profanity, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, pet names (baby, sweetheart, baby girl), big dick!Cheol

💞Words: 5k

💞Note: Here’s my fic for the Cupid For You Fic Exchange hosted by @svthub! Happy Valentine’s Day to my lovely valentine @gyuwoncheol !! 💘 I hope you enjoy my beloved Paula!!!!! 😘 ❤️

Thank you to my girlies @horanghater and @onlymingyus - Bambi for always coming in clutch as my beta and Mars for the beautiful banner!! 💕

“Okay, on the count of three,” Seungcheol declares once you’re both back in the car. “One…two…three!”

You reach into the bag in your lap and dramatically present the trinket to your boyfriend. He bursts into a fit of laughter upon seeing the small smiling frog donned in a cowboy hat resting in the palm of your hand. You quickly notice that he’s holding the same figurine. You join in with him, the two of you cackling in the front seat of the car together. You’re sure anyone walking would think the two of you look deranged, but neither pays that any mind.

“Well, guess this means we’re tied this round,” you manage when you finally collect yourselves.

“Yeah, but I’m still winning,” Seungcheol boasts, taking the frog from you and putting both away in the backseat.

“By one point!”

“A win is a win,” your boyfriend shrugs, grinning widely at you. You concede and start the car, somehow forgetting how competitive your boyfriend can be, even over something as silly as a game of who can buy the other the most ridiculous gas station souvenir. You’re on day three of your cross-country road trip and Seungcheol’s souvenir picks have been just a little sillier than yours. He’s simply lucky is all.

It was his idea to do something different this Valentine’s Day. You and Seungcheol have been together for almost five years and every year in February you’ve done the same thing when it comes to Valentine’s Day. You usually go out on a date somewhere, always a fancy romantic lunch or dinner, and then an activity such as a movie or a trip to the amusement park. Neither of you are ungrateful about the time you spend together, of course. You love one another and anything you do will be enjoyable if you’re together. Your dates are always full of nothing but shared love and admiration for each other. You love Valentine’s Day and celebrate it by spreading more love than usual to your boyfriend and he loves doing the same, but you both wanted to change it up this year, so when Seungcheol brought up going on a road trip, you wasted no time in agreeing.

Initially, you thought about driving from Seoul down to Mokpo, but that is only a 4-hour drive at most and didn’t feel like enough of a trip. That’s why Seungcheol brought up something that was once on his bucket list: fly to the US and then drive to the other side of it and back. He mentioned that it was something he’d always seen in American teen movies growing up and he always thought it looked fun and like a way to get even closer to the people you care about. And since you’re the person he’s closest to and cares about the most, he wouldn’t want to do this with anyone but you.

It didn’t take you much convincing either. You can never say no to a good road trip, so you both took time off work at the beginning of February, packed your suitcases, and booked a flight to New York. From there, you rented a car - a BMW to be exact, at your boyfriend’s insistence. (“It’s our love vacation! We have to drive in luxury!”) Then start your journey to Washington, planning to stop at as many states in between as you can.

You’ve finally made it into New Mexico with the end goal of getting to Las Vegas to stay for a night. Neither of you had many goals for where you would stay or what you’d do when you got to every state and are just winging it. It’s more fun that way.

Well, except when it comes to your souvenirs. You decide to stop at a gas station in each state for the wildest souvenir you can find after you unearth an Empire State Building-shaped mood ring right before you leave New York. It’s an extremely impractical shape and you demand that he put it on as soon as you leave.

Once you get back onto the highway Seungcheol fiddles with his phone, making sure his Bluetooth is connected.

The familiar first notes of “Sugar We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy start and your mouth quirks up into a smile. Every time it’s your turn to drive on the trip, Seungcheol insists on playing the playlist of your favorite songs that he made for you. The gesture still makes you feel warm at how thoughtful he always is, even when it comes to the little things.

Drumming your fingertips on the steering wheel, you relax in your seat. Seungcheol turns the volume up and rolls down his window just a bit. The February air is a little crisp, but not too cold. As soon as Patrick starts belting over the speakers, you join in, singing the song word-for-word as you go. Other than talking and playing silly road games, a favorite of both of yours has been using the car as your karaoke room.

Both of you have more than enough playlists to never run out of a soundtrack to your drive and you’re not shy about singing around one another. For the first few hours at the start of the drive, you had nearly gotten a sore throat from how serious you were at road trip karaoke. You were only missing a tambourine and the typical multi-colored karaoke laser lights.

The drive to Nevada will take nine hours, so you do half of that drive, and that whole time you and your boyfriend sing your hearts out on the way. Every once in a while, he reaches over to feed you a chocolate at your request for a snack. He makes sure that his finger grazes your lip or your teeth each time, chuckling when you nip at his digits or place tiny kisses on them. Little moments like this with Seungcheol make your heart even more full, which you didn’t think was possible, yet here you are - falling more and more in love with him each simple moment like this.

When Paramore comes on shuffle, Seungcheol goes all out during “Ain’t It Fun,” doing all of the ad-libs and being the guitar and the drums. At this point, you’ve made it more into town and hit a stoplight after passing nothing but dirt and rocks.

It gives you a chance to look at him, admiring the way his dark hair falls in his eyes - the eyes that turn into half moons when he smiles wide and laughs loudly. You can’t help but swoon over the giggle he lets out when he notices you watching him put on a solo concert, his dimple making its appearance and you want nothing more than to lean over and kiss it. And then kiss him on his lips that you know are so soft and warm and made perfectly to fit against yours like a puzzle piece.

So you do. You lean over the console quickly when he turns to you again and gives you a closed-mouth smile. Seungcheol lets out a noise of surprise, but gladly accepts the kiss, his hand reaching to cup your chin as your lips move slowly against his.

A honk from the car behind you makes you spring apart and then you remember where you are and see the green of the stoplight in front of you, indicating that you’ve got to focus on the road again. Seungcheol reaches over to take your hand as you start driving again, placing a kiss on the top of it, keeping it in his hold as you continue, both of you getting back to your playlist and the road ahead. You can’t help the way your heart swells and you almost don’t want this moment to end. You would travel around the world and back if it meant you could do it with Seungcheol.

When the sun sets on your journey, Seungcheol has always insisted that even if it’s not his turn, he’ll do the driving. He’s halfway through the state of Arizona when it gets darker and he’s behind the wheel. You didn’t stay in New Mexico long, only stopping to refuel and make sure to see what that gas station has to offer in the form of trinkets. Not much, as it turns out, but you manage to win this round of your game when you snag a keychain with an alien riding a donkey while all Seungcheol finds is a pen in the shape of a chili pepper with a mustache. He couldn’t not give you that point even if he tried to argue with you just a little about it.

Seungcheol hums along to his music, keeping it low enough not to disturb you while you try to sleep. He passes a mountain range, briefly admiring how the moonlight shines on the red rocks surrounding you. His attention quickly gets diverted to you when you turn in your seat to face him. You have the smallest pout on your lips and your eyebrows are scrunched up the tiniest bit. Cheol knows how hard it is for you to fall asleep in the car, but he still makes you try so you can get rest.

His eyes focus on the road, but he can’t help but steal glances at you and your cute expression. Not only does the moonlight bounce off of the nature around, but it also does the same to your face. It highlights your cheeks that he loves to pinch, your nose that he loves to boop, and your perfect lips that he loves to kiss. Your facial muscles relax when you seem to slip into a state of rest finally and the sight of your expression that he can only describe as angelic has his stomach doing flips.

It’s been almost five years and every single day that he gets to look at you, he counts just how lucky he is to call you his. From the moment he met you, you occupied space in Seungcheol’s mind, and to this day, over everything else in his life that swirls around in his brain, he always comes back to you. Your face, your voice, your body, your everything. You are everything to him and he’ll tell you every single day for the rest of your lives.

“I love you, so much,” He whispers as one of your favorite songs plays through the car and you stir, just a little.

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you. And everything you do.

A smile tugs at the corner of his as he glances your way again. The stars, the moon, the sun, all of it truly does shine for you and only you - his whole world.

When your phone’s calendar reads February 14th, you and Seungcheol finally make it to Las Vegas and you decide to treat yourselves to a fancier hotel. Instead of the usual 3-star hotels (and a few seedy motels) you stayed at along the trip, Seungcheol finds the nicest hotel that the two of you can afford. You even get so lucky as to somehow snag the honeymoon suite. “It is our love vacation after all,” being his reason yet again.

You definitely don’t complain when you walk into the room and kick your shoes off, immediately taken aback at just how fancy and spotless everything in the room looks. The bed is the biggest you think you’ve ever seen and is covered in rose petals. The large window across the room overlooks the city of Las Vegas, the neon lights brightening up the room before you even turn the lights on. The furniture looks modern and clean and the room even smells fresh yet sweet. You can’t place the scent of the air freshener, but you love it nonetheless.

“Holy shit, this is the nicest hotel room I’ve ever been in!” You marvel, running and plopping onto the large bed. The bed is big enough for you to starfish comfortably on and you start making comforter angels, Seungcheol laughing as he flops next to you.

“Only the best for my girl,” he hums, squeezing your socked feet, forcing a sigh out of you.

“Damn, I’m so sore.”

“Well if you’re interested, there’s a more comfortable place for your sore spots.”

You lift your head to look at Cheol and follow where his finger is pointing. There’s a half wall across the room made of decorative swirls of metal that you can see straight through. On the other side sits a large jacuzzi bathtub.

“Is that our tub?!” You spring up from the bed and rush over, eyes widening at the size.

Seungcheol comes up behind you while you’re admiring, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close. “That definitely looks like our very own giant, two-people-sized tub.”

“Looks like it has jets too.” Your hands rest atop his, fingers threading together.

“I think I even see some bubble bath on the counter over there.” Lips meet the back of your neck, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensation.

“Hmm, how about I get the bath going and you grab the bottle of champagne chilling in that bucket by the bed? Then we can order room service. I’d love some good sushi.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Seungcheol punctuates his sentence with a final light kiss on your neck. You have to quite literally peel yourself from him, but you manage it as the two of you split up.

It only takes a few minutes for him to grab the bottle along with the two glasses and for you to get the bath running. As soon as the water is warm and bubbly, you and Seungcheol shed your clothes on the floor as you each slip into the tub with you sitting between his legs. He manages to find the button that powers the tub, the jets hitting you at all sides, including your outstretched feet.

You relax into the water, tilting your head back, and resting on Seungcheol’s shoulder.

“I have some bad news for you, Cheol.”

“What is it?”

“I think I must pass away here, just like this.”

Your boyfriend breathes out a laugh behind you, wrapping you in his arms again.

“You’re telling me you’d just up and leave me like that? And to stay with a bathtub no less!” You can hear the pout in Cheol’s voice and it makes you giggle.

“It’s nothing personal, baby, but I mean you can’t produce jet streams of soothing water.”

“Hmmm. That may be true, but I can do this.”

Seungcheol’s fingers dance up the front of your body, gently cupping your breasts and squeezing. His fingers tweak your nipples in between gropes, making you let out a surprised moan.

You practically melt into Seungcheol’s chest as he plays with your sensitive buds and your eyes flutter closed.

Soft moans fall from your lips as your head lolls to the side, Seungcheol using the opportunity to latch his lips to the side of your neck. His teeth scrape over your skin, nipping and biting along the way.

Seungcheol has always loved to mark you. He loves leaving not only signs to others that you’re his, but every hickey and every bruise is a little reminder that he’s the one who makes you feel good and he’s the one that you always come home to at the end of the day. Not that you need a reminder because you’ll always come back to Seungcheol no matter what.

You count at least two reminders now, one on the side of your neck and another at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His fingers never leave your nipples, the stimulation already making you nothing but putty in his hands. If you weren’t in the tub you’re sure you’d be making a mess of whatever panties you would be wearing.

Your boyfriend trails kisses from your shoulder, up your neck, to your ear, and lands on your cheek, peppering your face with a few more kisses. His plush, slightly chapped lips kiss any spot he can reach as his hands trail down from your waist to your thighs. Seungcheol opens your legs wide and shifts you both around in the tub. The moment the jet across from your body hits your clit, you let out a shriek and Seungcheol knows he’s positioned you the way he wants to.

The tub jet feels like heaven coupled with Seungcheol’s relentless hands that are back on your tits, cupping and squeezing in the perfect way you need it.

“Ngh, Cheol!”

“Hmm? What is it, baby?”

“F-fuck. I need you.”

“You need me? But didn’t you say a little while ago that you wanted to stay with the tub since it has jets? Aren’t you enjoying the jets right now?” His tone is smug yet teasing, warm breath hitting your ear and making you shiver.

“Cheol, please!” you pout at him, doing your best to beg in between whines.

“Oh, so you do need me, huh?”

“Yes!”

“And what is it that you need, sweetheart?”

Seungcheol tugs at one of your nipples harshly, making you jolt. You feel so close to cumming already, but you do your best to hold off. You want to cum around Seungcheol’s cock or even his fingers - something, anything of his.

You voice this to your boyfriend, choking and stumbling over your words along the way. Seungcheol’s gaze is heavy as he peers down at you, enjoying how you squirm and wiggle in his hold. Your head is resting on his shoulder as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes and pouting extra hard. He loves it when he can see how needy you are for him and how much you want him. He especially loves all of the noises you make for him - the pants and the moans and the whispers of his name.

He needs to hear more from your pretty lips, and he knows exactly how to do that.

With a smirk, one of Seungcheol’s hands releases your tit and trails between your legs. The tip of a finger taps against your clit, an embarrassing moan tumbling out of you in response.

The thick digit slides into your eager pussy and it takes everything in you not to sob at the feeling. Seungcheol crooks his finger as he pistons his hand and the heel of his palm knocks against your clit each time. You practically dissolve into his hold while his other hand plays with your nipple, your brain already turning to mush at all of these sensations combined.

“Fuck, sweetheart, listen to you. You sound so fucking pretty.”

“C-Cheol…”

“God I love it when you say my name. I wanna hear it again,” Seungcheol slips another finger into you, and you yelp out his name again without even thinking about it. His pace quickens, fucking you with his fingers as quickly as the bubbly water around you will allow.

“Yes! Please don’t stop, Cheol, please!”

“Mm, I won’t, baby. Want you to cum for me. Come on, pretty girl, let go for me.” Seungcheol’s voice is so deep that you practically feel it in the pit of your stomach. The pads of his fingers digging into your sweet spot, the jet from the tub still pelting your clit each time his hand moves, and his hard cock digging into your lower back are enough to have your world tilting and your orgasm knocking into you as soon as he tells you to let go.

Your body stiffens as you cum, the shrill sound of his name that you let out sounds too loud in your ears, but Seungcheol eats it up. He curses under his breath, telling you another handful of times how pretty you sound and how beautiful you look falling apart for him.

Seungcheol caresses your cheek and chin as you come down and when your breathing seems to steady, he tilts your face back and kisses you. His lips meld with yours, kissing you as if he’ll never get the chance again, making you even dizzier.

His tongue prods at the seam of your lips and when you let him in, he swallows up all of the desperate little sounds you puff out. He pulls back from your lips suddenly so he can help you turn around in his lap. The water in the tub sloshes as you get comfortable facing him and straddling his waist.

Neither of you wants to waste any more time, the carnal desire to have Seungcheol inside of you is a mutual feeling.

The head of Seungcheol’s swollen cock prods at your sensitive folds, whimpers falling from your lips as you start to sink onto his length. His hands hold your hips as you lower until he’s completely sheathed between your wet walls. You and Seungcheol have had sex more times throughout your relationship than you think you can feasibly count, and each and every time the stretch is familiar but always succeeds in taking your breath away.

“Shit, Cheol…”

“Feel good, baby? My fat cock stretching you out?” Seungcheol grunts between clenched teeth.

“Yes, s-so good, Cheollie.”

“You’re still so fucking tight, baby.” He winces when he feels your walls twitch, squeezing his dick and momentarily making him speechless. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

With Seungcheol’s grip tight on your hips, he helps you lift a little, letting his cock slip nearly all the way out before you slam back down and he’s shoved inside of you to the hilt. You share a groan as he helps you ride him, finding a steady rhythm. The water around you continues to splash, but he only moves you in his lap faster.

Your head falls back as you alternate between bouncing on his cock and swiveling your hips, letting out curses and calls of his name. Seungcheol bucks his hips up to meet your movements, fucking up into you as much as he can in the slippery tub.

“Shit, you look so beautiful like this. You were made to take my cock, you know that, baby? This pussy was made for me.”

“Yes, yes, yes, fuck!” His compliments only spur you on, your fingernails digging into the thick skin of his shoulders as you grind on him. Your thighs are starting to burn, but you ignore it. The feeling of your boyfriend’s girth driving up into you over and over makes you feel floaty, everything around you fading away. The only thing you feel and the only thing you know is Seungcheol and his hands on your moist skin, his lips sucking bruises onto your tits, and his dick kissing your g-spot with each harsh thrust.

Seungcheol knows your body better than anyone, so he knows when you’re going to cum. He notices the frantic cries, the way your body shakes, and that far-away look in your eyes.

“Gonna cum for me, beautiful?”

“Y-yes, fuck yes.”

“That’s right, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me. Can you do that?”

“Mmhmm! I’m so close, Cheollie!”

“I know, baby girl, I know,” Seungcheol moans against your chest, burying his head in between your tits as he drives his hips up so hard, you almost lose your balance. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “I’m close too, fuck - gonna fill you up. Can you handle that, baby girl?”

“A-always! I can a-always handle y-you, baby,” you gasp out, your stomach tightening and your body buzzing the closer you get.

Seungcheol keeps one arm around you while the other snakes in between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit without even having to try. The stimulation shocks you and has you mumbling gibberish, a mix of your boyfriend’s name and pleading words. Your fingers slide up and into his dark locks, threading your fingers through the brunette strands and tugging, making him growl into your skin.

“Please, fuck, Cheol I’m gonna cum!”

“I love you so much baby,” Seungcheol nearly explodes right on the spot with how your gummy walls clench around him again, but he manages to hold off. “Cum for me, sweetheart…” He nips at the side of your breast and applies more dizzying pressure to your clit.

“I l-love you too! I’m cum - fuck!” Your words are cut off with a scream as you tumble right over the edge, cumming harder than you did the first time, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.

Seungcheol lets go right after you, his face still in your chest as he holds you close, moaning out words of pleasure, love, and admiration about you and how you feel like “literal fucking heaven” and how you’re his and his only. Seungcheol pumps you full of him, his warm seed dripping from your throbbing pussy and mixing with the remaining bubbles around you. Somewhere in between his pussy-drunk babbles your ears pick up something about making you his wife.

You both stay where you are for a few minutes, your fingers lazily raking through his hair as he keeps you close to him, placing small, closed-mouth kisses on your hot skin.

“I love you so much,” he mumbles, letting out a sigh as his hand, still between your bodies, moves to rest on your thigh.

“I love you too, Cheol,” you sigh back, a drunken-post orgasm smile on your lips. Even through your haze, you didn’t forget what he said. “Did you…did you mean what you said?” you whisper out, hoping he knows what you’re referring to.

“Which part?” His question sounds calm, but you notice the way his fingers on your thigh press into your skin a little harder.

“The part about making me your wife?” A fraction of a second of silence hangs between you both and part of you starts to panic. What if he only meant it at the moment? You’ve had fleeting conversations about one day being married, but it was always lighthearted and more in a “one day we will” way.

When Seungcheol finally answers you, it’s in the form of a sigh. Wordlessly, he lifts you from his softening cock and untangles your limbs, sitting you down in the tub.

“I didn’t want to do this now or like this, but I can’t hold it anymore. Especially not when you ask me and look at me like that.” He steps out of the tub, giving you another look before sticking his feet in his complimentary hotel slippers and shuffling into the main part of the room.

You watch him rummage around in his suitcase before he comes back to the tub and kneels on the bath mat, facing you. You immediately spot the red velvet box in his hands and you gasp, tears immediately gathering in your eyes.

“I wanted to do this when we got to Washington and say some cheesy words about seeing the world with you and traveling everywhere with you for the rest of our lives, but I can’t wait any longer. Y/n Y/l/n, will you do me the honor of being my forever Valentine and be my wife?” The emerald stone of the ring shines back at you, surrounded by small diamonds on a gold band.

“Yes! Of course I will, Cheol!” you sob, tears blurring your vision as he plucks the ring from the box and slips it onto your finger, placing a kiss on your knuckle after it’s securely on.

Seungcheol cups your face with both hands as he leans forward and kisses you. The kiss is soft and warm and you can just feel the love that Choi Seungcheol holds for you in his heart seep out. His love overtakes you, your heart feeling more full than you think it’s ever been.

“I love you so much, Y/n.” he sighs when he pulls away and rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, Seungcheol. So fucking much.”

Your boyfriend fiance smiles widely at you, his own eyes red-rimmed with potential tears as he scans your face. “I can’t wait to officially make you my wife. And you know, if you want, we are in Vegas so we could technically make it official tonight.”

With a sniffle, you shake your head. “Patience, my love. We can worry about all that wedding stuff when we get home. Let’s just focus on us and this, and right now.”

He pouts dramatically before kissing your forehead. “Fine, I’ll wait.”

“Good boy,” you giggle, watching the way his eyes darken at your playful praise. “Now, how about we actually open that champagne and order room service? I’m still craving sushi badly.”

With a chuckle Seungcheol nods, standing as goes back into the room to look for the room service menu.

“Whatever you want, sweetheart. We have all night to eat anything you want to order.”

“Good, because if they have good pizza I want that later too. Oh! Or maybe kimchi jeon if they happen to have that!” Seungcheol chuckles at your enthusiasm as he comes back with the menu.

Before you order, he helps you out of the tub when you complain about the water going cold. Dinner is put on hold again when you decide that a warm shower in the luxurious shower stall in the bathroom should come first before you get comfortable for the evening.

In between the warm water cascading over you and Seungcheol helping wash your back, you end up bent over the bench in the shower, Seungcheol slipping into your still-aching cunt again.

As your fiance makes you cry out around him yet again, somewhere between the moans and grunts, you’re both able to whisper “I love you” and “Happy Valentine's Day” when you share another blissful orgasm.

Tomorrow you’ll be back on the road and back to making the rounds for silly souvenirs, but tonight it’s all about you and Seungcheol and this moment right here. You can’t wait to have many, many more Valentine’s Days with the love of your life.

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kazumist · 9 months

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YOU + ME = LOVE .ᐟ ( a diluc x fem!reader smau )

synopsis: in dire need of a passing grade, the faculty had taken it upon themselves to get you a tutor asap. insert diluc, a grade 12 STEM student who was asked to stick with you, a raging grade 11 STEM student who's struggling in her academics.

started on: 1/10/24 | ended on: 3/10/24

genres: opposites attract trope (kinda), senior high school au, crack (one of my many attempts at comedy), fluff, angst of course, profanities + kys jokes, other ships are mostly implied, socmeds with narrations !!

note: will not dwelve too much into how shs works LOL but (🖋️) means the episode has narrations.

taglist: closed! thank you for being in every step this smau took :)

playlist: hehehe

PRESENTING: unit 143 / power rangers

✿ EPISODE 1: goodluck soldier

✿ EPISODE 2: more on my plate

✿ EPISODE 3: i think he hates me

✿ EPISODE 4: is it really hard?

✿ EPISODE 5: center of attention (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 6: maybe she isn't so bad

✿ EPISODE 7: meet me at 5?

✿ EPISODE 8: a new side

✿ EPISODE 9: over the line

✿ EPISODE 10: logging off

✿ EPISODE 11: out of reach

✿ EPISODE 12: i got you (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 13: little by little (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 14: so what?

✿ EPISODE 15: revelations (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 16: welcome to the club

✿ EPISODE 17: endearing (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 18: proud of you

✿ EPISODE 19: block and ignore

✿ EPISODE 20: you didn't know?

✿ EPISODE 21: we need to talk (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 22: it can't happen (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 23: girls night!

✿ EPISODE 24: until then

✿ EPISODE 25: always adoring you

✿ EPISODE 26: i think deserved

✿ EPISODE 27: there's no way (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 28: why wouldn't i miss you? (🖋️)

✿ EPISODE 29: about time

✿ EPISODE 30: feels real to me

#( writings )#( smau — you + me = love ! )#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin imagines #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc #genshin smau #x reader

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amymbona · 25 days

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Soft launching a relationship with Tashi Duncan - social media au

(I couldn't find certain faceless pictures so whichever random girl u see, pretend it's y/n)

tashiduncan thank you @.stanfordtennis for the promo pics 🎾

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stanfordtennis we are glad to have you! 🙌

y/n.serves who's that sexy girl I see over there? ;)

➔ tashiduncan @.y/n.serves me??? 😇

artiedon these are good! :O when do I get my promo @.stanfordtennis?

➔ stanfordtennis @.artiedon you have to be the best

y/n.serves just two girls playing some tennis! 😜

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tashiduncan i wonder who's the other girl

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tashiduncan now u can say i have a selfie with van gogh :D

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Case 143 (1)

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Reader

Genre: Protective au

Warnings: None yet

Word Count: 1.6k

“Can we ever do anything without it ending in an argument?” You ask, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration.

“I don't even know what we're arguing about.” Mark, your boyfriend, laughs.

“That's part of the problem. You never seem to realize when you do something wrong. There's no way you can't see that every single one of our problems has to do with something you've done or said.” You say back.

“What did I do this time?” He scoffs.

“You gave that girl your number!” You yell. “We've been dating for over a year.”

“Okay? She wants to be friends.” He says back, sitting on his couch.

You shake your head. “No, no no no. I'm done. This is done, we're done. I can't do it anymore.” You sigh. “It's exhausting, you're exhausting and you just don't care. So I'm gonna go. It was.. whatever. Don't call me.” You spit, walking out his front door, with no intention of looking back.

As you're walking the streets, you pass by happy looking couples, ones laughing together, holding hands, just being genuinely in love, and you wish that's what you had. You wished that Mark had wanted to put as much effort into the relationship as you, but that wasn't the case and you absolutely shouldn't have put up with him as long as you did. Your parents taught you better than that but you thought that maybe, at some point he would grow up and change, but that seems like it will never happen. While you're walking, you can feel your phone vibrating constantly in your pocket. You pull it out, look at the ID and roll your eyes. You hold down the button, turning your phone off completely. You weren't in the mood to deal with his shit tonight. Tomorrow, you will meet up with him to remind him you've ended things officially but tonight, you had some ice cream in your freezer and a new drama to catch up on, which was great, until you fell asleep in front of the TV, and half of your ice cream melted all over the place.

When you woke up in the morning, you cleaned yourself up, turned on your phone and cringed at the amount of missed calls you had from Mark, you only managed to listen to three of the multiple voicemails he left, before you wanted to smash your phone. But instead, you dialed his number and impatiently waited for him to answer.

“Y/N.” He gasps. “Finally, I thought you died.”

“I turned my phone off.” You sigh. “Look, let's meet up, the coffee shop I like.” You say.

“What time?” He asks.

“In 20 minutes.” You say before hanging up the phone. You quickly get dressed and get yourself ready before heading out the door, knowing it takes you at least 10 minutes to walk there.

You get there, exactly 20 minutes after your call with Mark. You order your coffee, sitting at one of the tables outside as you wait for Mark to show up, and he does, eventually.

“You're late.” You say as he sits down across from you.

“I ran into some people. I'm sorry babe.” He says, crossing his arms.

“First of all, I ended things last night, so don't call me babe.” You tell him.

“I didn't think you were actually serious.” He laughs. “We're not breaking up.” He deadpans.

“We are, and we have broken up. I'm not doing this anymore, Mark. You don't care about me, you don't respect me or our relationship, and frankly I'm just done with it.” You explain.

“I'm not accepting that.” He says.

“You do whatever you wanna do. But I'm out of this relationship. So you better learn to accept it.” You say, grabbing your coffee, getting up from the table. “Goodbye, Mark.” You say, walking away.

“Y/N!” Mark calls out after you. “Don't walk away from me. Y/N.” He says, following behind you.

You keep your head straight, looking forward, not engaging in any sort of conversation with him.

“Y/N.” He calls out again. “Y/N. Please.”

After 10 blocks, you couldn't take it anymore.

“Mark! Stop!” You yell, turning around to face him. “Leave me alone! Stop following me, stop talking to me, it's over!” You finish.

“No! We need to work this out!” He says.

“No!” You yell, trying to turn back around but Mark grabs your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“Hey!” A voice yells. “I believe she told you to leave her alone.” The man says, pulling Mark's hand off of your wrist.

“Why don't you mind your business?” Mark snaps, taking his hand away from the man.

“Well, you kinda make it everyone's business when you yell at her on the sidewalk.” He snaps. He places his hand on Mark's chest to push him away from you. “She asked you to stop, so just go.”

Mark looks past the man, glaring at you. “I'll come over later and we can talk about it.” Mark says, turning around to walk away.

“Don't come over. We're over!” You yell as he walks away.

You let out a big sigh of relief, looking at the handsome man standing in front of you. “Thank you for that..” you pause.

“Jeongin.” He says. “Yang Jeongin.”

“Well thank you, Jeongin. I'm Y/N.” You smile.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asks you.

“Yeah.” You smile. “I broke up with him last night and obviously he's not taking it very well.”

“Good luck.” Jeongin tells you. “And please, be safe.” He smiles, walking away from you.

You smile to yourself as you walk towards your apartment, feeling lighter. You really hoped that Mark would not show up at your house tonight, but that was absolutely wishful thinking.

“Y/N!” You hear him slur. You open your eyes, barely, looking at your clock.

“Its fucking 1:43am, Mark.” You snap, stomping to your front door. You rip it open, seeing a very disheveled Mark standing in front of you, hiccuping, the smell of vodka pouring out of the pores on his face.

“You're drunk.” You groan.

“I miss you.” He whimpers.

“Oh my god, go home.” You say, going to close the door.

“I'm so tired, Y/N.” He whines.

“Fine, you can come and sleep on the couch.” You murmur, pulling him inside. You push him down onto the couch, taking his shoes off before helping him lay down and covering him with a blanket.

You crawled back into your own bed, struggling to fall back asleep, leaving you to toss and turn for the rest of the night, until it was finally time to get up in the morning.

“Mark.” You yell as you pass by him on the couch. “Get up and get out.”

“Y/N.” He groans. “A little sympathy please.”

“I'm fresh out, sorry. Get your shoes on and go, and leave me the hell alone.” You spit. “I'm serious Mark.”

“Yeah.. yeah okay.” He grunts, sitting up on the couch. He shuffles to the door, slipping on his shoes before turning back to look at you. You're turned away from him, facing your kitchen. You were tired and tired of him, you didn't want one last look, you wanted one last nothing with him. You wished him the best but by himself and you hoped he would stop calling.

And he did, for a few days at least.

Exactly one week since you had ended things, you were walking along the street when your phone began incessantly buzzing, again. You really hoped it wasn't Mark but you're wrong. You ignore the call this time, and the next call, and the next call. No matter how much you try to ignore it, the consistent vibrating was beginning to drive you insane and you felt like you were going to rip your hair out.

“Y/N?” You hear. You look up with tears in your eyes, seeing Jeongin standing there with a concerned look on his face. “You okay?”

“He won't stop calling.” You whisper, glancing down at your phone, seeing Mark's name flash on your screen.

“Here.” Jeongin says, holding out his hand for your phone.

“Hello?” Jeongin answers.

“Who's this?” Mark asks.

“Didn't I tell you last week to leave her alone?” Jeongin asks.

“What the hell are you doing answering my girlfriend's phone?” Mark asks.

“Pretty sure she's not your girlfriend.” Jeongin chuckles. “And we've been hanging out.”

“Man, stay out of our business. Give Y/N the phone.” Mark snaps.

“She doesn't want to talk to you. And honestly, neither do I, so I'm gonna hang up and if you call her again then I'm gonna block you.” Jeongin says, hanging up the phone. He hands it back to you with a smile on his face.

You can't help but laugh at his conversation with Mark. “Thank you, again.” You sigh. “I really appreciate it.”

“Can I see your phone again?” Jeongin asks. You hand it over to him, unlocked. “This.. is my number, if he tries anything again, please call me.” Jeongin says.

“Jeongin.. you really don't have too..” you pause.

“I know but I want to. I also wanted to see if you maybe wanted to get a drink with me?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Right now?” You ask.

“Yeah right now.” He chuckles.

“I'd love to.” You smile. The two of you start walking towards the bar, smiling widely like an idiot. You look down at your phone then back at Jeongin. “He's calling again.” You say. Jeongin smiles, grabbing your phone. “I'm gonna block him, or else he's going to ruin our first date.”

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magz · 7 months

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March 5 to March 7, 2024 update from Let's Talk Palestine (instagram channel)

March 5

• 97 Palestinians killed, 123 injured in Gaza in past 24 hours

• Israeli forces recapture 2 Palestinian women who were previously released in the November hostage exchange deal — total 11 Palestinian women and children recaptured since their release, a clear violation of the agreement

• WHO: 1 in 6 children under age of 2 is “acutely malnourished” in north Gaza; 16+ kids killed by starvation in past week. Israel continues to block entry & distribution of aid + attacks aid convoys & aid seekers attempting to receive what little aid reaches the north

• Journalist Mohamad Salama killed by Israeli strike in Deir el-Balah; 133 journalists killed in Gaza since Oct 7

🇦🇺 Australian lawyers refer Australian PM to ICC for “accessory to genocide in Gaza”, citing the halt of UNRWA funds, military aid to Israel & deploying Australian troops

• Israeli airstrike on home in southern Lebanon killed a Hezbollah fighter and 2 family members amid rising Hezbollah-Israel tensions

March 6

• 86 Palestinians killed, 113 injured in Gaza in past 24 hours

🇺🇳 UNRWA accuses Israel of detaining & torturing its staff to extract false confessions on ties to Hamas. The unpublished UNRWA report details multiple incidents of abuse incl. torture, sexual abuse & deprivation of basic needs

🇺🇸 Washington Post: US quietly approved 100+ foreign military sales to Israel since Oct 7, disclosed in a classified congress briefing. The sales bypassed public scrutiny as their value didn’t meet the threshold requiring congressional notification, yet in total they amount to a “massive transfer of firepower”

• 20 Palestinians killed by starvation from malnutrition & dehydration, while Israel continues to block aid + attacking aid seekers, injuring 8 in Gaza City

🇨🇦 Canada was meant to announce its reinstatement of funding to UNRWA on March 6, but last minute decided to cancel the press conference. Leaving this decision unconfirmed. Canada was originally planned to announce they would resume UNRWA funding with a scheduled payment of $25m for April. Canada was one of the first countries that followed the US in halting funding due to the unsupported allegations made by Israel in January.

March 7

🚨 SOUTH AFRICA URGENT ICJ REQUEST

South Africa has once again requested the ICJ for additional emergency measures against Israel, urging the Court “to do what is within its power to save Palestinians in Gaza from genocidal starvation.” Its previous request was denied by the Court.

This was prompted by the harrowing deterioration in Gaza since the original measures in January. Using powerful language, South Africa highlights to the Court that “Palestinian children are starving to death as a direct result of the deliberate acts and omissions of Israel.”

Underscoring that Israel is “massacring desperate, starving Palestinians seeking to obtain food for their slowly dying children,” referencing the ‘flour massacre’ that killed 118 Palestinians and injured 760.

South Africa concluded by saying it “fears this Application may be the last opportunity that this Court shall have to save the Palestinian people in Gaza.”

Read the full request here:

https://tinyurl.com/mmy9rvfx

March 7, part 2

• 83 Palestinians killed, 143 injured in Gaza in past 24 hours

🇳🇴 Norway issues official advice against any trade or business with Israeli settlements in the occupied West Bank, which risks contributing to violations of international law. This was prompted by Israel’s recent approval of permits for 3,500 new units in 3 settlements in the West Bank, the first since Oct 7. This has faced global condemnation incl. from close allies like the US & Germany + many Arab countries

• 60,000 pregnant women in Gaza suffer from dehydration, malnutrition & lack of healthcare; 5,000 women give birth every month in Gaza in extremely unsafe & unhealthy conditions

🇪🇺 EU Foreign Minister says they will probe into Israel’s compliance with human rights obligations stipulated in EU-Israel trade deal following requests from Spain & Ireland

🇪🇸🇶🇦 Spain to send $22 million + $25 million from Qatar in extra funding to UNRWA

• Israel granted access to only 6/24 aid operations to north Gaza last month

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Humans And Mutants - Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Title: You're Just A Failed Experiment

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Logan Howlett X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Jean, Scott (Mentioned), Magneto, Mystique, Pyro, Bobby, Rogue, Toad (Mentioned), Kurt, Ororo, Jones, Jubilee (Mentioned), Stryker, Anne, Mutant 143 (Mentioned), and Charles (Mentioned)

WC: 2,254

Warnings: X-Men canon violence, X-Men canon storyline, death mentioned, killing mentioned, slow burn, mention of torture/abuse, crying, and slight angst

(Sorry, if this series is a bit odd, I made this in 2018)

“Scott!” Jean called in astonishment. But, he didn't answer. Jean looked closer, something was definitely wrong. Cyclops was using his visor, but his face was emotionless; like a robot. On the back of his neck, there was a simple circular mark. “Scott…” She uttered again. Scott reached for his visor and fired an optical blast. Mystique ducked, while Jean tackled Magneto to the ground, the blast almost missing them.

On the X-Jet, Pyro, Rogue, and Bobby sat in the cockpit, listening to the battle over the radio. They heard an explosion, then static. “That’s it.” Pyro huffed, reaching over, and hitting a button. Behind them, the ramp descended.

Bobby and Rogue looked at him, shocked, as he stood up. “Where do you think you are going?” Bobby spoke up.

“In there. I’m tired of this “kids table” crap. I wanna fight.” Pyro replied.

“You don’t have a uniform. You’ll freeze before you make it to the spillway.” Bobby told him.

“Will I?” He smirked.

“John…” Rogue began.

John gazed at her hard, before winking, and walked down the ramp. Inside, Rogue turned to Bobby and eyed the ascension control button.

~~~

Back in the Main Corridor, Cyclops shot again. Jean concentrated and the ground ripped, pushing concrete up before her, blocking his blast like a shield. While Jean tried to strengthen the defense with more parts of the flooring, Magneto stood and turned to Mystique.

“This is the kind of lover’s quarrel we cannot get involved in, my dear.” Magneto spoke. Mystique simply smiled, before they both confidently walked off.

Cyclops discharged again and hit the makeshift shield down. Jean turned to run, but the door slid shut between her and Magneto, and Mystique. She saw Cyclopes progressing towards her and ran into the connecting room.

In the Containment Hall, the children shrieked as Toad and Nightcrawler attacked each other, leaping from cage to cage. Toad climbed to the ceiling of the room. He looked at a pin, which connected the cage to a chain. He grinned and pulled the chain out. The cage began to drop. Inside the cage, Jubilee screamed. Nightcrawler noticed her and teleported inside the cage, grabbed her, and teleported out. He puts Jubilee cautiously on the ground. The cage came tumbling down next to him. He looked up to see Toad leap from one cage from another, he yanked two more pins. Two more cages began to drop, the kids inside panicked. Nightcrawler teleported from one cage to the next, saving the kids before they hit the ground. On the ground, Nightcrawler appeared, huffing and puffing, fatigued. He looked up. On the beams, Toad grinned unrighteously and disappeared in a blur of acceleration and movement.

Five more cages, one after the other, suddenly began to plummet. Nightcrawler closed his eyes, teleporting and saving the kids. The form of his movement flew through space. One by one, the kids safely appeared on the ground. Soon cages fell all around Ororo’s unconscious body. She disappeared in a cloud of smoke as Toad’s cage smashed into the ground. Ororo came. She and the kids stared in wonder at Nightcrawler, who lay on the ground, trying to catch his breath.

“I...I think I have to throw up.” Jones spoke up.

In the Main Corridor, Stryker walked down the foyer, a dozen soldiers ran behind him, exiting the base. Stryker opened a door, entering. Anne stood, waiting for him. They walk towards a huge door at the far end of the room.

“Did you set the charges?” Stryker asked.

“Of course.” Anne replied.

They paused and turned around when they heard a noise. It was Logan, staring at the charts, diagrams, and torturous medical instruments. Petrified. Finally, he gazed into a long tank filled with yellowish liquid, the same kind of tank that overflowed his memories. Logan turned and faced them, enraged. Stryker backed away. “You know what to do.” Stryker said to Anne.

She wordlessly nodded. Stryker backed through the door and shut it, leaving Anne and Logan behind. Anne held out her arms and spread her fingers wide. Her hands twitched. Her eyes turned fully black. Bones crunched as the fingers on both her hands lengthened. Logan gaped, as Anne showed her true mutant form. She gracefully held up long, spindly fingers that taper into razor-sharp adamantium nails. She reached towards him and flicked her long finger. Logan flinched, apprehending she cut a small gash in his cheek. She smiled. Logan sneered and swiped at her head. She ducked, came back up and hit him. He stumbled back. She leaped and shrieked, swiping with both hands. He blocked her claws with his own. They fought, adamantium versus adamantium.

Anne slashed, but missed, and hit a cluster control cable in the ceiling. They twist and distort, small electrical sparkles fall to the ground. Logan tackled her and they smashed through a glass wall. X-Rays, diagrams, and equipment shatter. They were a close match but Anne was much quicker. Logan was being ripped to pieces by her lightning-fast hands. She then spin-kicked Logan, knocking him into the Weapon-X tank. It smashed open. Fluid emptied across the floor. He was sprawled on top of the cracked tank, dazed, nearly unconscious. He can’t beat her hand to hand and he knew it.

Logan looked over and saw you by the opening. You spotted him, quietly pressing your finger to your mouth to silence him. Logan understood, and Logan looked back to Anne, who raised her hand to slash at his face, but before she could do it, a chain was thrown around her like a lasso. You tugged her dragged back, which gave Logan just enough time to get up and grab Anne from behind. He then pushed her into the tank that once gave birth to him. She cried and screeched until they died down and stopped. Stryker’s newest invention, dead.

Logan turned over to you, who was slightly out of breath. He was grateful you were there. “Thanks.”

You looked towards him, feeling your cheeks warm up slightly, you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating. “Yeah. I knew something was going to end up wrong here.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, confused.

“This was where I was abused for some of my life.” You spoke quietly. It was silent for a while. You then walked over to a filing cabinet, opening it and looking through the files. you pulled out a file and opened it. Reading through some of the stuff, it was filled with paperwork, pictures, and other important things. You then suddenly turned to Logan, who stood there, you glared at the paperwork again. You looked at Logan with hate in your eyes. “Go get him.”

“What about you?” He asked, not really wanting to leave you, but Stryker was on the loose.

“I’ll be fine.” You muttered, your hand tightening its grip on the files.

Logan looked at you and nodded, then left towards where Stryker left, but the door was closed. He looked back to you, albeit awkwardly. “Uh, I can’t get through the door.”

You turned back to him, nodding, and walking over. Holding out your hand, hesitantly, Logan benevolently took it, and almost like the last time, he felt a tingly and warm sensation throughout his body. He looked at their hands together and you closed your eyes. You concentrated and soon you both then disappeared in a bright light, teleporting to the other side of the door. You then let go of his hand, and Logan felt the warmth leave.

“Might as well come with you,” You said, popping your knuckles. Logan gives a small chuckle. “What?” You asked, looking up to Logan.

He shrugged and they ran towards where Stryker would’ve gone.

Jean entered the room. She turned to see Cyclops right behind and she immediately shut the heavy ore door. In mere seconds the door was blown apart as soon as it closed. Jean avoided, barely dodging the flying door. As she runs, she doesn’t notice the blinking explosives on the generators. Cyclops fired again, and Jean held up her hand, and the blast hit around her. She strained, using every last bit of power to hold back the blast. “Scott...Don’t do this.” She begged, her voice quiet, quivering.

Cyclops adjusted his visor and the bean increased. Jean began to sweat as it started to push towards her. The blinking light got so bright that she had to look away. Then the bean explodes and finally hits her, throwing her back twenty feet to the floor, unconscious. Cyclops rose over Jean. He adjusted his visor once more and the red glow enhanced, ready to fire. But, a loud throbbing hum of Dark Cerebro pervaded the room. Cyclops’ hand began to tremble.

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In the Containment Hall, Jones hugged Ororo tightly. Ororo hugged him back and sighed in exhaustion. “Time to go home.”

They started to walk towards the door, but abruptly a flat throbbing hum of Dark Cerebro approached. Nightcrawler stopped, dizzy. He turned to Ororo. The throbbing got louder. “Miss Ororo.” He spoke.

He stared at Ororo in shock. She looked stunned, clutching her head. She fell to the ground yelling. All around, the kids dropped like flies, as 143’s beacon hit them. Nightcrawler moved to help them, but he fell to his knees.

In Dark Cerebro, the world map rotated, a thousand mutant-indicator red lights began to spin inside it. Mutant 143 was breathing heavily. He quivered, sweating, eyes dilating back and forward. The low hum got faster and faster. Suddenly, a burst of light flooded the map.

Moments later, Stryker hopped into the helicopter and started to hit switches. The monitor started powering up. He hit the final switch, and the headlights turned on. But, just as he was about to fly off, a hand quickly reached in and grabbed him, and threw Stryker from the helicopter, landing on the white ground.

It was you and Logan. Stryker opened his mouth to scream but Logan’s claws extended. You just watched behind him, letting him have the revenge that he had so desired. Even if Stryker caused you pain, you knew Logan wanted revenge more than you did. Suddenly, he retracted his claws as the dark throbbing of Dark Cerebro hit him, then hit you. Logan clutched his head and fell to his knees. You tried to not fall - to fight it, but you fell into the snow, clutching your head in pain with both hands.

Stryker sat up, swallowed, and grinned. “Wolverine.” Stryker spoke, evilly. Logan weakly grasped onto Stryker’s leg. “How does your head feel? Like there’s someone else inside?” Logan tried to yell, but couldn't. He tried to stretch his claws, but they only pushed out a bit and retracted. “Mortality’s never really been an issue for you, Wolverine. How’s it feel to know that you’re finally dying?” Stryker kicked Logan across the face. Logan turned away from him, still holding his head. Stryker kicked him again.

You slowly sat up, tears ran down your face from the pain, looking over at the two, your eyes widening. “Stop! Don’t hurt… Him...”

Stryker looked over at her for a moment. He smirked. “What are you going to do about it? Teleport me to death? Erase my memory? I created you, you don’t have anything to use against me.” He said, and you sadly looked to the ground, defeated. He then looked back to Logan, who was still on the ground, clutching his head. “Why did you come back? Looking for answers?”

“You cut me open… And took my life…” Logan struggled to speak.

“You make it sound as though I stole something from you. As I recall, it was you who volunteered for the program.”

There was a long pause before Logan spoke, “Who am I?”

“You’re just a failed experiment. You should be thanking me. If you really knew about your past, what kind of person you were, you’d be destroyed.”

Stryker spoke.

Logan was overwhelmed, in anguish. He closed his eyes. He pressed his head to the ground, barely breathing.

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Outside of Dark Cerebro, Magneto and Mystique stood in awe as they approached the massive rotating sphere of Dark Cerebro, spinning at full speed, red lights emitted from within. The throbbing sound was earsplitting. Mystique fell to the ground in pain. “Eric… Hurry…” She spoke. She could barely control herself, turning into the hundreds of people that she copied in her life. Magneto raised his hand, he groaned. There was the sound of scraping metal on metal. Dark Cerebro began to slow.

Charles, catatonic, stared at 143. Above them, the red lights grew brighter.

Jean and Cyclops laid on the ground in pain.

Rogue and Bobby were too weak to move, on the jet floor.

Ororo was on the ground, screaming, her eyes white.

Nightcrawler and the children, withered in agony.

Pyro laid on the terrain, his fingers burned.

All over the planet mutants were crying out in torment.

Logan held his head upon the ground. Stryker turned and walked back to the helicopter.

Meanwhile, Magneto concentrated. His hand quivered. Dark Cerebro continued to screech, slowing down, and after a few seconds… The giant orb finally ground to a halt. Mystique finally stopped transforming, her eyes wide, frozen, unmoving. Suddenly, she blinked and sat up. Magneto waved his hand, and the door opened. He entered. In the spacious room of Dark Cerebro, Magneto saw Charles facing 143, still trapped in the illusion. “Hello, Charles.”

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@ashdoctor @powergirlsupremacy @weallhaveadestiny

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f1ghtsoftly · 4 days

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All The Women’s News You Missed Last Week 9/16/24-9/23/24:

Hi, this newsletter is late. On Thursday, September 19th, I was the victim of a crime and needed emergency medical care. I am currently recovering with family outside the city. This is the earliest I could get out this project. I appreciate your understanding at this time.

Male Violence/Femicide:

US: Sean 'Diddy' Combs arrest live updates: Charged with sex trafficking and racketeering

India: West Bengal Assembly in India passes bill mandating life in prison or death penalty for rape convictions

France: Shocking rape trial highlights the systematic struggles French sexual abuse victims face

Australia: Suspect in 1977 Melbourne cold case arrested in Italy

US: Several Mark Robinson campaign staffers quit as fallout over online posts continues

Italy: Italy holds a trial into the killing of a woman that sparked debate over femicide

US: Harvey Weinstein pleads not guilty to new sexual assault charge

UK: Harrods' ex-owner Al Fayed raped, assaulted staff over decades, lawyers say

Reproductive Rights in the USA/Special Focus:

A dramatic rise in pregnant women dying in Texas after abortion ban

Abortion Bans Have Delayed Emergency Medical Care. In Georgia, Experts Say This Mother’s Death Was Preventable.

Federal judge temporarily blocks Tennessee’s ‘abortion trafficking’ law

‘She should be alive today’ — Harris spotlights woman’s death to blast abortion bans and Trump

Western nations were desperate for Korean babies. Now many adoptees believe they were stolen

Euphoric two years ago, US anti-abortion movement is now divided and worried as election nears

US Senate IVF bill fails after Republicans block it, despite Trump support

Transgender News/Gender Critical:

Australia: Australian woman's complaint at hostel backfires as manager fires back: 'This guest is lucky we didn't press charges on her'

Women’s Achievements:

US: 2 Black women could make Senate history on Election Day

Sri Lanka: Sri Lanka has more women voters than men but no female presidential candidates

US: ‘Hidden Figures’ of the space race receive Congress’ highest honor at medal ceremony

MISC:

Sweden: Sweden charges woman with genocide, crimes against humanity in Syria

Arts and Culture:

Music Review: Katy Perry returns with the uninspired and forgettable ‘143'

Why does ‘The Babadook’ still haunt? Its director, Jennifer Kent, has some answers

JoJo was a teen sensation. At 33, she’s found her voice again

'Agatha All Along' crafts a witch coven community run by women

Demi Lovato’s ‘Child Star’ Is Now Streaming on Hulu and Disney+

As always, this is global and domestic news from a US perspective covering feminist issues and women in the news more generally. As of right now, I do not cover Women’s Sports. Published each Monday afternoon.

I am looking for better sources on women’s arts and culture outside of the English-speaking world, if you know of any-please be in touch.

#radblr #radical feminism #radical feminist #char on char #radical feminists do touch #radfem safe #radfem #All The Women’s News You Missed This Week

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adestayskz · 3 months

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CASE 143 | HAN JISUNG

twenty-two | block contact

preview | masterlist | next

taglist: @maybeimmia @hans-quokka-coffee @sillygoosegoose @arikazu @katsukis1wife @15092000volcano @jeonginplsholdmyhand @weirdowithaphone @privhace @rundontwalkshesaid @hannoahs-third-eyelash @cookiesandcreammy @urfaveviet @hinanitiram @aalexyuuuhm @moony-9 @hulachan @pochacco-baby @sillyhal @blchhfsi8

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nikkisticki · 1 year

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Hey look it's a scam

Sound of Freedom and O.U.R are both 100% a Qanon lie and you shouldn't trust anyone who claims otherwise. Both the lead actor and the director are known as exactly that (See: Qanon Anonymous 143 and Qanon Anonymous 238)

I attempted to talk to this person about this and they, unsurprisingly, immediately blocked me so I'm gonna say it's a pretty cool idea if we get everyone aware that the lie is a lie, y'know? Reblog this shit

Edit: If you want to understand what it looks like when someone is undergoing Cognitive Dissonance, admire the people claiming I'm x and y and not able to actively refute the actual words of the actor in question.

#rule #196 #help me out gay people in my phone #Lies #sound of freedom #is a Qanon conspiracy theory #Qanon #wwg1wga #etc

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 6 months

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𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖 — 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.7k

𝙖/𝙣: HIHIHI im posting during hiatus wow

𝙩/𝙬: flustering RAHHH

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung, chan, seungmin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

“I got a brand new Jenga set!” Jisung yelled happily, showcasing his new set to all the others.

“Ooh, let’s have some fun!” Chan exclaimed, gathering all the members and sitting in a circle.

“Wait wait wait! As your resident ler, I say we make this a game.” Lee Know interjected. Everyone leaned in to listen.

“We write a sensitive spot on the Jenga block and a random amount of time. Then whoever pulls the block has to suffer through that.” Minho explained, and everyone nodded hesitantly. “We’ll do three rounds.”

“Wait. What happens if we knock the thing over?” Changbin paused.

Seungmin interjected. “Everyone. At once. Worst spot. Five minutes.”

Everyone gasped at that, some complaining that there was no way they were gonna survive through that.

“Deal.” Minho interrupted.

The members grumbled nervously as they grabbed their markers.

“Two blocks for each person. We’ll leave the rest blank to give everyone a fighting chance.” The dancer reassured, and once everyone understood, he evenly distributed the small wooden tiles.

Even though Jisung was slightly upset with the fact that they had to write on his new Jenga set, he had to admit, he was quite excited about the new version of this game.

‘Especially if it gets me wrecked.’ He thought with a grin.

Minho gathered them all once everyone had written down the information, and he set up the blocks while trying as hard as he could not to look at whatever was written on them, or where they were placed.

“Okay. Let’s start.” Lino could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

As they had previously agreed to go from youngest to oldest for once, Jeongin reached for a tile in the center, pulling it out with a nervous grin and a wince.

Nothing. Innie breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing as everyone groaned in disappointment.

Seungmin grabbed the tile right next to Innie’s, leaving the whole structure balancing on one tile.

Felix gasped as Seungmin grinned evilly at him. The puppy looked down at the tile, and everyone held their breath in anticipation.

“No!” Minnie gasped, and when Chan took a look at his tile, he burst into loud cackles.

“I was hoping you’d get that one! I wrote it!” Channie clapped, and Seungmin showed the others indignantly.

‘Belly button for two minutes.’

The entire group roared with laughter, Hyunjin clapping ecsatically as Seungmin whined in agony.

“Well, well. Get down.” Chan ordered, and Seungmjn reluctantly laid on his back and stared up at the older in embarrassment.

“You don’t have to do this!” Seungmin whined, and Chan smirked at him.

“Trust me. I want to.” The leader pinned the puppy’s arms above his head and leaned towards his stomach.

“Hyung…please d-OOOONT! WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin screamed as Chan’s lips met his belly button, blowing as if he’d done it a million times before. He probably had, though.

The older only continued to take deep breaths and blow into the boy’s belly button. Seungmin looked his he was going insane, arching his back and cackling wildly, throwing his head in every direction.

Most of the members cooed lovingly at the poor puppy, though Minho grinned silently.

“HOW MUCH LONGER—AHAHAHAHAHA!” Minnie begged and pleaded, even though he knew the eldest wouldn’t stop.

Even then, he didn’t exactly hate it, either.

“Thirty seconds!” Felix called out, staring at the timer.

“I CAHAHANT I REAHALLY CAHAHAHAHAHANT—!” Seungmin babbled, more loud screams ripping from his throat as Chan nibbled gently at the area.

“He’s wayyy too sensitive.” Changbin giggled, though Seungmin couldn’t even retort, only resorting to loud laughter.

“Okay okay! You’re done. Hyung, let up!” Felix had to practically pry the eldest off of the giggly vocalist, who lay there for a few seconds to catch his breath.

“Two minutes was way too long!” He yelled out, and Chan began to defend himself.

“Let’s just continue!” Jeongin rubbed his hands together, the tower on the verge of falling over.

Felix pulled one out easily, looking at the blank tile before grinning and showing everyone.

Jisung prayed and prayed. ‘please have something written please have something written please—‘

He pulled a tile out, eyes widening when the tower rocked dangerously. Hannie had a sudden urge to knock it over anyway.

He glanced at the tile and his heart soared as he noticed words on it.

Jisung recognized the handwriting immediately and he suppressed a grin.

Everyone waited in suspense as he read the writing.

“Really, Minho hyung!?” Jisung showed him the tile with a smile he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.

‘Waist for 12345 minutes’

Everyone burst out into loud laughter and applause, Minho flushing a bright pink.

“You want my waist for that long?” Jisung asked, grinning teasingly even though he was incredibly flustered on the inside.

Meanwhile, Minho was happily nodding at the thought of getting his hands on the younger’s oh so sensitive torso.

“How about we keep it to five minutes?” Chan chuckled nervously. “I’d like to keep my kids alive, please.”

Once they had come to an agreement, Jisung had adjusted himself, managing to convince Changbin to hold his arms up so he didn’t accidentally punch Minho across the face through the intense sensations he was gonna feel later.

Lino cracked his knuckles, slipping them up Hannie’s shirt and tapping his waist lightly as Felix set the timer.

“W-Wait! You can’t do it bare!” Han protested, and Lee Know raised one eyebrow.

“And why can’t I? I get to choose how I do ‘it’, thank you very much.” He spoke matter of factly.

Jisujg squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks flushing a bright pink in embarrassment and a small smile making its way onto his face involuntarily.

Minho grinned before receiving the thumbs up from Felix, prompting him to suddenly switch directions completely.

One hand pressing into the quokka’s ribs to hold him down, Lino used his other hand to absolutely destroy the younger’s sensitive skin with the other.

He scribbled and pinched and squeezed at Hannie’s waist, pulling the loudest of laughter from the trapped ace underneath him.

“AGHH IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH—!” Jisung squealed, boisterous cackles forcing their way one after another out of his throat.

“It’s supposed to…” Lino deadpanned, making sure to keep a neutral expression on his face as he continued to torture Jisung’s waist. He knew how to push the quokka’s buttons.

“HYUHUHUHUHUNG HYUNG SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOHOWN!” Hannie shrieked, arching his back when the older found a sensitive spot on his side.

“No, I only get five minutes of this!”

“THAHAT’S MOHORE THAHAN ENOUGH!” Jisung screamed, twisting away from the dancer’s fingers as they torturously scribbled and scratched the hypersensitive skin on his waist.

“Not for me!” Minho retorted, not letting up for even a second, keeping the quokka in constant hysterics.

“Two minutes left!” Felix called after a few minutes, and everyone smiled widely at Jisung, whose tears had begun to well up in his eyes.

“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHON-NOOOHOHOHOHO!” Jisung could barely form coherent words.

“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY! IHI CAHAHAHAN’T AHAHANYMOHOHOHOREEE!” Jisung begged, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling nice and wide.

“Thirty seconds, please, you can do it!” Lino didn’t want to finish off yet.

“FAHAHAHAHINE!” Hannie spat out, helplessly babbling and emmitting ear piercing, out of breath screams.

Then the timer cut off all their fun.

Minho immediately climbed off of Jisung , and Changbin let go of the giggly boy’s arms.

“ahahah…” Jisung panted, and Minho comfortingly rubbed at his waist to calm him down.

“You did so well, yeah? Hyung’s proud, kay?” Lino mumbled into the younger’s ear, and Jisung whined a little before smiling softly.

“It’s Hyunjin’s turn!” Jeongin called out.

Hyunjin gulped nervously and pulled a tile out. Breathing a dramatic sigh of relief when it was empty, he almost knocked the tower over himself.

Changbin grabbed one himself, then Minho.

Nothing.

Chan pulled a tile out and let out a loud scream of surprise, startling everyone in the room.

‘Thighs for three minutes’

“I can’t! I really can’t…who wrote this?” Chan freaked out, and he freaked out more when Changbin raised his hand.

Not even twenty seconds later, the rapper had Minho and Jeongin each holding one leg apart, and Changbin’s fingers were poised above the area.

What made it even worse was the fact that Chan had decided to wear a pair of shorts, exposing the soft, sensitive skin.

“Oh god…” Chan whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back, biting his lip in anticipation.

Changbin smiled wickedly at the leader. Felix signalled him to start.

What happened next can only be described as chaos.

Changbin’s fingers attached to the inner part of Chan’s thighs, scribbling torturously up and down the skin.

Chan let out a loud “AGH—!”, sealing his lips as much as possible before desperately throwing his head back again.

Changbin switched tactics and began squeezing the doughy skin, and Chan immediately screamed and broke out into loud, boisterous laughter.

“NO—NOHOHOHOHOHO!” The leader tried desperately to pull his legs together, but the two boys holding them apart kept their grip steady.

“I CAHAHAHAHANT—CHAHAHAHANGBIHIN!” Channie shrieked, biting his lip and twisting his upper body wildly.

“But hyung, you sound so cute!” Changbin started. “Look, there’s your dimple!” He pointed it out.

Chan only screamed more when the rapper’s fingers began pinching up and down the area.

“WHO’D YOU THIHIHK WOHOULD LAST THREEHEHE MINUTES OF THIS?!” Chan wheezed as he tried to speak without laughing.

“Eh. I was intending for this to go to Minho hyung, but either way, you’re just as sensitive here as he is.” Changbin said nonchalantly, not expecting to tease, but Chan’s face turned red anyway.

“YOUHOHOHOURE MEA—HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh? I can be very mean when I want to be.” Changbin responded, though slowing down when tears started to run down the older’s cheeks.

“Timer!” Felix yelled, and everyone let go of Chan, who immediately squeezed his legs together and wiped his tears.

“You okay?” Changbin asked, quick to check up on their leader.

“Yeah…yeahah…”

Binnie climbed on top of the older and slumped against his body.

“We finished a round!” Hyunjin realized.

That means, it’s Jeongin’s turn next.

#kpop tickle #midzywannabeitzy #stray kids #skz tickle #skz #lee han #lee seungmin #lee jisung #lee chan #ler skz #sana's jenga mini series

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nhlclover · 1 year

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first day sparks fly au!

✭ — summary: on the first day of classes, sofia and rutger meet.

✭ — warnings: none!

✭ — a/n: first chapter! i've decided i’m gonna write some chapters that will be longer but also little blurbs. the chapters will follow a timeline.

✭ — word count: 0.91k

The lecture hall is much smaller than Sofia pictured. She didn’t really have a good concept of how big a room would need to be to fit 50 people, but apparently, it wasn’t that big.

Sofia did a quick scan of the room, finding a good place to sit. She decided on a spot in the middle of the audience, a bit to the left. Once she sat down, she pulled out her laptop and water bottle, settling into her seat.

She occupied herself with the required reading of Of Mice and Men while the rest of the class slowly filed in, picking away at the empty seats, though both remained empty on either side of her. Sofia had read Of Mice and Men many times before, it being a classic in literature. She flips through the pages, rereading the familiar story until the professor begins the class.

Rutger rushes through the front doors of the building, searching for room 143. He walks down a few halls before finally finding it. Rutger pauses, checking his watch before bursting through the doors. He’s 17 minutes late.

He softly pulls open the door, stepping inside of the back of the class. He barely makes a sound, avoiding all eyes in the class turning to look at him. He does a quick scan of the room, looking for an empty seat. He eyes a blonde girl sitting on the left side of the room, an empty spot to her left. Rutger finds himself staring at her for a little too long, missing more and more of what the professor is saying.

He makes his way down the stairs, slipping past others to the empty seat to her left. Rutger slips into the seat, quietly pulling out his laptop and the required reading. He glances over at his neighbour's computer screen, trying to see how much he missed.

She has a page of notes written out, but her screen is at too much of an angle for Rutger to get a good look at what the professor had already said. He glances at the girl's face, her blonde hair cascading down, blocking most of his view.

He finds his eyes being drawn back to her face, wanting to get a good look at her features. She finally tucks the hair behind her ear, letting Rutger see her profile. Rutger barely registered anything that the professor had said since he sat down, instead being too occupied with the girl he had chosen to sit next to.

Eventually, the professor must’ve decided to give the class a short break because everyone is suddenly moving around and shuffling about.

Sofia was pretending to not notice the staring but it was now a couple of times he’d looked over at her. She didn’t know how to interpret the staring. It was possible that he was staring cause he thought she was pretty. But it was also very possible that he was a complete weirdo.

After a short internal conversation, Sofia decided to confront him.

“Hi.” Sofia says.

Rutger snaps out of the daze he was caught in looking at the girl, noticing she was talking to him. “Oh, hi.” Rutger says.

A blush forms on his cheeks, realizing she had in fact caught him staring at her.

“I’m Rutger.” He says.

“I’m Sofia.” She says, still hesitant as to whether or not this guy is weird.

“I uh, came in late. Can I borrow your notes?” Rutger asks.

“Oh, you didn’t miss much, she was just kind of going over the syllabus.” Sofia tells him.

Rutger furrows his brow, glancing at her page full of notes on her screen. “You seem to have some written there.” He chuckles.

“That’s just notes about the book. My thoughts and analysis basically.” Sofia explained, shutting her laptop.

“You’ve already started reading?” Rutger asks, suddenly questioning if he’s already fallen behind in the class on the first day.

“No. I mean yeah. Kind of.” Sofia rushes out. “I’ve already read Of Mice And Men. So these are notes from the past few times I’ve read it.”

“I’m going to take a wild guess and say that English is your major?” Rutger asks.

Sofia laughs. “Not quite. I’m majoring in elementary education and I want to be an English teacher.” She explains.

“Oh shit, cool.” He says, a smile on his lips.

He’s got a cute smile. Sofia thinks. Actually, scratch that, he’s got a cute face.

“I might be coming to you for help when I inevitably fall behind.”

Sofia furrows her eyebrows, Rutger making a reference she didn’t quite understand. “Oh I’m a student-athlete so I miss class kind of often.”

“Oh, what sport?” Sofia asks.

“I play on the hockey team.” Rutger says.

Sofia suddenly realizes why she recognizes the boy sitting next to her. “Oh my god.” She says.

Rutger has a sudden uncomfortable look on his face “What?” He asks.

“You know my brothers.” Sofia laughs.

Rutger furrows his brows, wondering how he would know this girl or her brothers.

“Adam and Luca?” Sofia prods. Rutgers eyes go wide, then his brows furrow again as he processes the information.

“Adam and Luca have a sister?” Rutger asks.

Sofia laughs, opening her phone. She finds a picture of her and her brothers from the draft, showing Rutger.

“Oh my god,” Rutger says as he sees the photo. “I genuinely had no clue they had a sister.”

“Yeah uh, they keep it a bit of a secret from teammates.” Sofia says, showing another one of them when they were kids.

“Why?” Rutger asks.

Sofia hesitates to tell Rutger the real reason. She’s saved when the professor resumes the lecture, Sofia and Rutger turning to the front.

#sparks fly au!#sofia x rutger #rutger mcgroarty

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