and alex has gone after her in that damn pod. sure, getting the thing to space wasn’t a problem - reentery however was where things were going more than a little screwy. in no seconds flat alex finds herself in a falling deathtrap with her unconscious sister draped mostly uncomfortably across her.
this pod was not meant for two.
nor, apparently, is it meant for rouge humans hijacking and then flying it, poorly but still functionally, into space to save their superhero little sisters. yet, alex had done it anyway.
and now, well, with the planet rapidly rising up to meet them, alex realizes the steering is gone. realizes that the best she can hope for is sending out some sort of signal and hoping that wherever they landed…the deo finds them first.
too bad it was going to be a water landing. which, god, that wasn’t what alex wants. any type of crash landing would probably kill her on impact, but at least crashing into some sort of land might ensure kara’s survival. kara who is still unconscious.
alex knows she has seconds left to come up with a plan. she’s feeling a little ill, the pod spinning around and with one arm holding kara to her chest, alex is left to crane her neck over her little sisters shoulder just to look at the console.
her eye catches a red button.
under the console, hidden from the normal line of sight - alex has to wonder if red buttons hold the same meaning on every plant. alex has to wonder why she never asked.
[to be fair, it’s an obscure question, but god, alex wishes she’d had the foresight to see this coming]
what she doesn’t see coming are the clouds, the fog that seems to be way too high in the atmosphere, plunging the pod and the danvers sisters into a grey half light.
The Price of Privilege - Part 6 (A Kyungsoo Series)
The word repeated again and again in your mind, taking its own path through your consciousness, it swerved and ducked between what ifs and flat out denials until it faded into obscurity and lost any semblance of meaning.
A loud knock on your door woke you up that next morning. You
moaned quietly and began to sit up as the door opened and Amber stood in the
doorway. She stood frozen as she looked at you, totally naked, and Negan, who
was just waking up beside you. As you ran your fingers through your hair, she
watched your hand, no doubt noticing the ring that rested a tad too big on your
“I-I was just,” Amber started.
“Oh sweet fucking Jesus Christ is that Amber?” Negan groaned
as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and nodding, “Of fucking course. Hey, Amber,
grab me a drink of whatever is open downstairs in my cabinet, no ice.”
“Actually, I,” Amber tried again.
“Amber, it’s too god damn early for you to annoy me this
much,” he continued, he then wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back
down into bed with him.
“The wives want to meet y/n,” she stated, “Officially. We
feel its best th-”
SMASH she was cut off by Negan hurling a glass from the night
before at the wall. He sat up and walked over to her until he was towering over
her. She maintained a straight stare, her eyes locked into yours.
“Now I know,” Negan’s breath was shaking, clearly not a
morning person, “I promised all of you that no harm would come and all that
fucking bullshit. But if you don’t stop with this fucking straight up god damn
defiance, Amber, I swear to fucking y/n, it won’t be me, but whoever it is will be sent straight to you with a fucking
card with love from Negan. You fucking get that? Get the fuck back in line. Go get us a fucking drink. And fuck off.”
“This is what’s coming,” Amber warned you as she turned to
walk away. Negan grabbed her arm and ripped her back with such force that she
hit the ground of your room. You bounced out of bed and began to walk towards
“What the fuck was
that?!” Negan was suddenly calm, and even let out a chuckle.
“Stop,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, you felt his
tension lift as he looked up at you, “Come back to bed. Take this out on me,
He stood and growled lowly, turning and walking towards the bed.
You helped Amber up and she glared hard at you. She turned and walked away,
slamming the door behind her. You skipped towards the bed and jumped onto
Negan. His hands gripped at your hips so hard for a moment that you let out a
low yelp. He smiled as he then kicked all of the blankets off of the bed and
ran his hands up your body.
You reached down for his massive length, and began to stroke
it slowly. His head slowly fell back as you circled your thumb around the head
of his cock. You began to work your way down his body until you could take his
cock into your mouth. The moment it hit your lips you could taste the salty
precum, you ran your tongue around the head as he groaned.
“Enough teasing, sugar, I need it now,” he commanded.
“I wanna be the boss,” you whined.
“Remember what daddy said about talking back,” he warned.
“I thought you liked a bad girl,” you giggled, then suddenly
taking his entire length down your throat. He gasped and punched the bed.
His fingers were then tangled in your bed head as he thrust
mercilessly. His groans and growls were loud as he cursed out in pleasure. You
used one hand to massage his balls as the other dug your nails into his side.
He released your hair and you eagerly crawled up his body
and began to slide the head of his cock into your soaked womanhood.
“Woah, woah, woah sugar,” he groaned as he continued to pull
you up his body, “It won’t feel good for daddy until I know it’s good for you.
I want my queen to have a seat on her throne.”
You giggled before gasping quickly. With little warning his
tongue plunged into your drenched pussy, quickly retreating to circle your clit
slowly. You let out a cry.
“Fuck,” you quietly mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”
“Scream it, baby,” Negan commanded as his pace quickened,
“Make the fucking windows shake.”
As soon as he resumed he hit the spot and you cried out
loudly, “FUCK, daddy you’re gonna
m-make me cum!”
With one swift movement he slid your body back down and
slammed his cock into your throbbing pussy. You let out another cry as he
moaned loudly between tight teeth.
His strong hands were literally moving you up and down his
length in a loud, wet mess. You had no control over your body as you felt the
heat in your stomach move down. He leaned up and began to suck on your neck as
his rhythm became increasingly sloppy.
“You w-wanna cum daddy?” you asked with shaky breath, he
knew you were just as close as he was, “You wanna fill this pussy?”
He bit hard into your neck and you cried out as you came,
his orgasm pumping into you as he threw himself back into the bed and arched
his back. You slowly rode it out, up and down up and down, until he pulled you
off of him and onto his chest. Kissing the top of your head multiple times as
you drifted back asleep.
Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the mattress shift,
Negan was trying to sneak away. Without turning to see him you mumbled, “If you
think you can just fuck me and then peace, I promise I’ll kill you.”
You heard him give a rough, throaty laugh as he crawled
behind you and wrapped his arms around you, “I wouldn’t doubt that for a
fucking second. I was just going to grab us some coffee, since Amber shit the
bed on the liquor.”
“Coffee?” You rolled over so you were face to face, “What if
we just stayed with your earlier plan and stuck alcohol? Celebrated a little
bit? Last night was quite the victory for you.”
He smiled as he sat up and put a cigarette between his lips,
“A victory? Huh.”
“Well, all of your other wives are at least thirty-five,” you smiled, “Your newest addition to the
collection is much younger, I’d say that’s a victory.”
“You aren’t wrong,” he chuckled, “I can’t be drinking this
early, kitten, I’ve remembered I’ve got some work to do today that was put off
for too damn long already. Someone
has been serving as a pretty little fucking distraction for the past little
“Hmph,” you rolled away and sat up, the blankets falling off
of you to reveal your still bare body as you stood and walked to your window,
“I want you, though,” you sighed, “All to myself.”
He chuckled, and you could hear him buckling up his jeans
and then walk over to you.
“Why don’t you fucking chill and take today to plan some
wedding shit?” he kissed your shoulder.
“Because we’re supposed to do that together,” you pouted, “If you think you can ease me into the harem
until I’m nothing special you’ve got another thing coming. I’m with you today.”
Frustration crossed his face, “When did I fucking say
anything about you being like anyone else?”
“I can hear what you say before you say it,” you retorted,
taking the cigarette from his lips and pulling a drag yourself, “I’ve always
been able to.”
He laughed and threw his head back as you took another drag,
“Is that how you managed to stay ahead for so long during our game?”
“You know it, baby,” you handed the cigarette back to him.
I watched her delicate fingers place the cigarette between
my lips, and I shit you not, for a moment I was almost religious. This girl,
this psychopathic angel, was so damn close to everything I had ever wanted that
it was hard to think she couldn’t have been the work of some fucking higher
“When you cursed out Amber, you swore to me,” she giggled,
looking up at me. Her y/c eyes were fire, and I was a fucking snowflake in her
presence. It was something new, to love what wanted me dead a week ago.
“You’re the closest living proof I have that maybe there is
someone up there,” I replied, her face burned red, “Go get dressed, I have a
family meeting us from one of the communities for a bit of a picnic. You should
Excitement erupted across her gorgeous skin as she broke
free of my grip and ran towards the small collection of clothing she had. She
threw bits and piece all around until she found an old pair of what looked like
men’s jeans, and a plain tshirt.
“Knife?” she looked at me with doe eyes, giving her what she
wanted the moment she wanted it wasn’t even something I needed to think about.
I pulled a small knife out of my back pocket and handed it to her.
She smiled and cut the legs off of the jeans, making herself
a pair of incredibly short shorts. She put them on with her top and smiled,
doing a spin for me.
“Fuck kitten, your legs are something else,” I moaned lowly
as she walked over to me, “I don’t want everyone else to see all of this, maybe
try something a bit more conservative. Save this for daddy.”
She rolled her eyes and spun around, walking towards the
door. She opened it and laughed, bending over and picking up two cups filled to
the rim with liquor, “I guess she didn’t want to interrupt.”
She took a sip and I watched her face twist, but the moment
I let out a chuckle she looked at me like she had been challenged and downed
two good sized gulps. I walked over and took both cups, sipping from mine
before placing them on her desk.
“Would you like to just grab something to eat quick then and
be on our way? I’m planning to meet them at the halfway point in about half an
hour. Daddy can’t be late.”
She nodded, walking over to the desk and taking another two
massive sips from the cup. She stumbled and then smiled brightly, taking my
The sun was warm as we walked towards the people standing in
“Anything I should know, going in?” y/n asked, she squeezed
my hand. It wasn’t nervousness, but she was definitely on guard.
“That you’ve never been more fucking safe than you are right
here with me and Lucille,” I kissed the side of her head. She sighed and the
smell of alcohol filled the crisp air for a moment, “Well hey there strangers!”
I called. There stood Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Judith, “Sorry we’re a tad
late, you know how ladies are.” Y/n shot me a look and smacked my abdomen.
Introductions were short and we were right into business.
“We have a green house coming up here, so we won’t be needed
that canned shit anymore, but how about some fucking hunting, you guys do that
shit? Well, I mean, now you will,” I chuckled.
Rick started talking some bullshit and Michonne was out
trying to pretend like I gave a fuck about her ‘idea’. But what I was focused
on was little Judith, who had crawled into y/n’s lap and was playing with her
hair. I’d be lying if I said that a baby wasn’t on the list of things I needed.
The whole meeting was pretty much a waste of everyone’s time, but fuck if it
didn’t reaffirm all of the shit I already knew.
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I rewatched ANH, and now I have Leia feels. Also, I decided to experiment with writing stiles again.
It’s not real.
That’s all you can think when they lead
you away, Vader’s iron grip still on your shoulder. You hardly feel
it, all you feel is numbness. You can’t feel your legs moving,
It’s not real.
Even though you felt it, somehow, even
though your whole soul contracted and screamed. Even though you could
swear you heard them scream.
It’s not real.
They throw you into your little cell,
dark and cold and hard, and you don’t get up again. Why would you?
There is nothing left. Nothing left that’s worth getting up for,
nothing left that matters anymore.
It’s not real.
The tears won’t come. There’s only
numbness, as though you are floating somewhere, and you can’t reach
the safe ground anymore.
It’s not real.
Eventually, a boy comes to save you. He
seems so… alive, so full of energy, that you can’t help but be
pulled along. For the first time since… that, you feel
something again, anger, hatred, a desire to do your duty, and you
hold onto it, you refuse to let it go, because it’s all that’s left,
all that you have.
It’s not real.
Stupid boys, men, whatever. They have
no plan. You want to shake them, you want to scream at them, you want
to hug them, because they give you something. Because you
don’t feel numb anymore.
(You scream at them)
It’s not real.
The old man, the one your father called
your last hope, dies. You can’t feel anything. All you feel is anger,
and a hint of compassion, and you grab that, too, because it’s not
It’s not real.
The boy… Luke, the one who saved you,
the one you saved, he is grieving for the old man. You sit down next
to him, give him a blanket. You can’t grieve yourself, but you can
It’s not real.
You win. Luke shoots down the death
star, and Han comes back, and you celebrate. You laugh, and you
shout, and you sing, and you feel alive, somehow, fire in your veins
and tears in your eyes.
It’s not real.
You wake up. Everything hurts, every
single muscle in your body feels torn and battered. You remember
everything with frightening clarity. Suddenly, you face is wet.
Top Shuri-Related Stories, #4: Deadliest of the Species
In this series of posts, I give a more in-depth review of my top four Shuri-Related
stories. My top four Shuri-Related stories list can be found here.
I’ve ranked the stories not according to my overall feelings on the stories themselves, but
rather how well Shuri was portrayed.
**Warning: spoilers abound!**
T’Challa’s life hangs in the balance after he was ambushed
by Dr. Doom soon after he secretly meets with Namor. With Wakanda needing a new
Black Panther while T’Challa is in a coma, Storm—then T’Challa’s wife and queen
of Wakanda—shocks everyone by not nominating herself for the position, but nominating
Shuri instead. Shuri immediately begins the Black Panther rites, determined to finally
fulfill what she believes is her destiny.
Storm decides to search for T’Challa’s soul in limbo, where T’Challa
is fighting for his life. Meanwhile, Wakanda is attacked by Morlun, the totem
eater. Morlun’s attack causes large amount of damage, as well as many causalities. Shuri, W’Kabi, Zuri, Ramonda, and S’Yan must find a way to stop
him, before he destroys Wakanda.
The final arc of Reginal Hudlin’s run is perhaps his best
work. I found his run overall to be a lot of fun, but felt that the writing
would be somewhat lacking in several instances. We also didn’t see much of the
BP supporting cast after the “Who is the Black Panther” arc, though I don’t
blame Hudlin for that. Focusing on T’Challa and Ororo and making them involved
in the greater Marvel universe was the right call at the time.
This story fixes a lot of the issues I had. The writing was
focused. The supporting cast was involved and everyone had a role in solving
the problem at hand. I also felt that the art was solid.
Also have to mention: this story is perhaps the best
interpretation of the T’Challa/Ororo relationship, in my opinion. This story
made me a committed shipper of those two. T’Choro
shippers will surely like this story a lot.
Shuri received a lot of development in this story. Her
ambition to be a Black Panther was brought back to the forefront, with her
eagerly anticipating the opportunity to escape her brother’s shadow. The girl
we first saw in “Who is the Black Panther” has grown up a bit, but those attributes
we first notice then—occasional arrogance, tunnel vision, etc—are clearly still
there. So it wasn’t too surprising that, upon meeting Bast, the Panther God, life
threw her a major curveball, via Bast rejecting her.
Yup, she was initially rejected. But she didn’t die, unlike
those who had previously been rejected by Bast. Rather, Bast gave her a second
chance to show humility and consider the greater good, something Shuri slowly began
understanding. Eventually, Shuri learns why Bast kept her alive and that, due
to her heroics, Bast made her a Black Panther.
It is also in this story that planted the seeds of Shuri
slowly leaning towards a more traditional perspective, which becomes a factor
in later stories.
Lastly, Shuri’s relationships with the supporting characters
were in full display. Her bumping heads with Ramonda; her being grateful of
Ororo’s decision; her interactions with W’Kabi, Zuri, and other characters; all
of that were well done.
You’ve probably noticed that I haven’t talked much about
Shuri being a Black Panther. It is a very important moment in BP lore and I’m
not trying to dismiss that. Hell, it’s probably the number one reason Shuri survived
all those years and didn’t end up in character limbo (a lot of BP supporting
characters ended up there over the years), as well as why she ended up being
featured in events and other stories soon after. That said, as a fan, her being
a BP wasn’t the and-all-be-all and wasn’t what made me a fan. What mattered, in the long run, was the
development she received. Character development lasts longer than said
character getting a mantle (especially when said mantle is highly associated
with another character). Thankfully, this story got the ball rolling on that front in a major way.
Solid story with good characterization, solid art, a strong
T’Challa/Ororo story, and plenty of Shuri development.
Shuri joins Falcon and Luke Cage to help T’Challa defeat the
Kingpin in an action packed (and hilarious) story!