Kara wanted to run. The urge had been building ever since Lillian had suggested the machine to begin with, but now that she was actually here, listening to Lillian joke about what could happen if it all went wrong, she found herself struggling just to stay afloat.
The woman didn’t get it, but then again, how could she? Lillian hadn’t spent 24 years there already, trapped and alone in a pod as time that both existed and didn’t passed her by. Lillian hadn’t hovered between sleep and consciousness, sometimes so very aware of the vast expanse of nothingness all around her, and other times screaming endlessly as she was forced to watch Krypton explode over and over again in her dreams. Lillian hadn’t had those moments of clarity, where she understood exactly what was happening to her, juxtaposed against the ones where she was so lost and confused that all she could do was offer her panic to Rao in prayers that continually went unanswered. So no, Lillian didn’t get any of it, had no idea what she was really saying, and Kara would have given almost anything to possess that same ignorance.
Would it be better this time? If at least she wasn’t alone? She wanted to say no, to assert that she wasn’t so weak that she would cling to the company of someone like Lillian if they did end up back in the Phantom Zone, but Kara didn’t really believe that. Because she would. She would spend an eternity staring into Lillian’s eyes, searching for Lena in there, for whatever parts of Lillian had made it into her daughter. And Cat. Kara would also be looking for Cat, for the qualities that had allowed both Lillian and Cat to raise themselves up as successful business women in a generation that fought against their every attempt.
But how long would that eternity really last before even those two fell away? Before a return to that place tore at Kara’s sanity? Before all she could see was Lillian, and that mocking smile became her only salvation? Would she still prefer it then? Prefer Lillian’s presence to being alone? Yes. No matter what she wanted to pretend about herself, the answer would always be yes. It was a truth was almost more terrifying than the Phantom Zone itself.
Kara felt her knees start to bend, ready to push off into the sky to fly away, but then Alex’s voice sounded in her memory, begging her to be faster, and Kara froze. If she ran now she would be breaking her promise, adding a delay while someone came to talk her around. All it would ultimately achieve was more time wasted, more time where Alex would have to wait at that canon, hand hovering over the button listening for that one phrase that would tell her that Kara was safe. And no matter her own fear, Kara couldn’t do anything that would extend the pain of not knowing for Alex a second longer than was necessary. Not unless there was more than just her personal wellbeing at risk.
Which there was, wasn’t there? While Kara wavered Alex and Maggie were putting themselves in danger for the mission, Cat was leading Winn in a diversion that would put her in Rhea’s sightline yet again, and James was out on the street protecting the citizens of National City. And while all of that was going on down here, Lena was trapped on a spaceship up there, and when Kara stopped trying to convince herself that things were different, she knew that she couldn’t count on Mon-El to rescue her friend.
“It’s ready,” Hank spoke, pulling Kara from the conversation she had been holding with Lillian on autopilot.
As she regained her bearings she wasn’t surprised to find that her knees were still bent, still poised to let her fear win out, and she closed her eyes briefly, cementing all those faces in her mind. When Lillian started to move forward, Kara managed to make herself move with her, but she was trembling as the blue light settled around her, her fingers curling into fists as her body began to dissolve away.
“You’ll come for me, won’t you?” She didn’t have a mouth anymore but the whisper reverberated through her all the same. It was a plea to all those women, to each and every last person that she loved. “You won’t leave me there, will you? You won’t…”
Kara’s last thought was cut off as the Phantom Zone Projector claimed her for its own.
Earlier today, the endlessly lovely @larrydraws made this tweet and I couldn’t help myself but make a quick little thing :D Probably best watched with this song (or anything else from the Hotline Miami soundtracks honestly haaaa)
The Rare North American Shit Gibbon, like the mosquito, offers no meaningful contributions to its ecosystem. In fact, its presence so devastates its environment biologists theorize it could be an invasive species, citing the Russian Murder Gibbon as a possible relation.
Genre: Smut (Oral) [The Vampire Diaries AU! Part I]
Word Count: 2500ish
This is dedicated to my sweet strawberry jelly @nomoreghostie-anon who is finally done with her finals!! I honestly had such a great time during my exams and talking to you is the best part of my day!! I hope you like it and I’ll be writing future parts for it so consider yourself warned ;)
I love you Sofii~~
P.S Guys check out her moodboards, they’re absolutely fantastic!!
You lay in your bed, your body
covered with warm sheets and hands wrapped around your waist. It should’ve been
happy and peaceful morning, the perfect start to the perfect day but you were
nothing but haunted by your own thoughts.
A slave to your own mind.
Jeon Jungkook is a vampire.
You repeated it in your head
again. And then again. Trying so desperately hard wrap your head around the
fact that your fiancée, the man you have loved and have lived with for so many
years and are going to be with for the rest of your life, has been alive since the Victorian Age.
mind recalled the events of last night which were nothing but a blur, the rush
of it all sending your mind into overdrive yet again and filling it with
thoughts you didn’t want to think about.
Atlantis is such an underrated, overlooked Disney movie because people will legitimately shout, scream and yell endlessly how they don’t want a classically masculine, stereotypical hero, how they want someone sensitive, gentle, passionate, intelligent and nerdy instead, how they want a princess of color who is both badass and gorgeous and can hold her own in combat and be graceful while she kicks major ass, how they want amazing female villains next to male villains, how they want a large cast of characters from all forms of life, ethical diversity, national diversity, gender diversity, body diversity and age diversity, how they don’t want the same fairytale formula poured down their throats over and over again, how they want a fresher, more original setting and story-line with great humor and lines of dialogue, how they want this and that, the list goes on and on - until they actually get what they were whining about all the while. Then they’ll just ignore the shit out of said piece of work and collectively go back to the very formula they were trashing all these years and keep on moping how their demands aren’t being met by popular media. Bottom-line is: You’re all spoiled ass, ungrateful, childish bitches.
A/N: This is very different from than anything I’ve ever done before. This was inspired by a drabble that I read called“Sieve” by ReadyMachine on AO3. After reading that I got the idea for this fic and started writing immediately. It’s taken me awhile to get up because it is much different from my other fics, but I hope it’ll be just as good. There will smut in this series per usual, so stay tuned for that lol. Kay, that’s all I got, I will be posting Part 2 of Wrong Loves My Company next.
this may or may not become a very unpopular opinion but i just needed to take a moment and acknowledge all the boys who are now wanna one. this is merely my personal opinion.
but like every other salty fan out there, i was and still am enraged at mnet for their terrible, unjust editing and i also want to throw old tomatoes and scream endlessly at voters for what happened with sammy and jonghyun cause they went and done dIRTY with how they overlooked this talent
nevertheless it really pains me to see posts blatantly hating on wanna one, talking about revenge, how mnet is evil for splitting nuest up, etc. because regardless of how the show ended, each and every single one of these trainees went in with the goal of debuting as the top 11. their entry into the show meant making certain sacrifices regarding both their past and the future, and they knew these things. it’s not our place to speak on behalf of their choices.
yes, sammy and jonghyun deserved so much better than this, but if you want to argue it so did the other 7 who also participated in the final aka youngmin dongho seonho minki sewoon hyeongsub hakneyon (AND the 81 trainees who were eliminated but worked just as hard, sacrificed their blood sweat time and tears for this show)
how would the boys who are now part of wanna one feel about debuting after seeing posts and hearing talk about how others should have made it into the group instead of them? posts about nuest being broken up by mnet and minhyun becoming a member of wanna one.. i have to admit, that i’m also a lil angry about this, a lot disappointed, and hella sad, but where’s the encouragement and praise that minhyun deserves and really NEEDS at this time?? for those who want to continue debating, is no one also going to talk about what’s gonna happen with hotshot now with sungwoon promoting in wanna one? (and don’t you dare be upset about his placement in the top 11)
the moral of the story in short is
let us cease this chaos and try our best to stop being salty whether we are happy or disappointed with the results
because in the end
it’s really up to us to support these boys and their dreams no matter what. THAT’S what they all deserve.
Genre: Smut (Lowkey based on Beyonce’s mv for the song: Partition)
Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
Word Count: 1200ish
“Driver, roll up the partition, please.”
You looked at Namjoon in confusion, cocking your head to the
side when his gaze drifted back you, eyeing you from top to bottom.
“Namjoon?” You asked, snapping his attention back from his
thoughts and he looked at you hungrily, smirk evident on his lips. And in that
moment, you knew.
“You’re being a good girl today, aren’t you?” He asked,
taking a sip of the champagne from his glass as he urged you to move closer to
him, “wearing the dress I bought you?”
“Well,” You moved your hair to one side of your shoulder,
leaning down to place your chin in your palm and letting Namjoon have a glimpse
of the sinful cleavage from your strapless dress,” I didn’t really have
anything else to wear, so…”
“Uh huh,” Namjoon chuckled at your denial, finding it
amusing and cute, “Well, I’m glad that you wore it anyways.” He moved his lips
to your neck, grazing it lightly before kissing the soft skin and you tilted
your head to give him more room.
“It took me an hour to get dressed up,” You whined as his hands moved the back of your dress, unzipping it and touching the skin
underneath, sending shivers down your spine.
“Are we even going to make it there?” You asked, letting out a whimper as your hands entwined in his ash green hair.
He laughed at your question before moving up to kiss you,
his tongue swiping your lower lip to ask for entrance which you grant instantly,
only to bite down on his lip.
He pulled back to look at you warningly and you chuckled at
his expression, raising your hand to cover your laugh but Namjoon grabbed it
and you could see that he wasn’t
He leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs slightly and
even before he turned to speak to you, you knew what was going to happen.
“Over my knees, princess.” He commanded as his hands
gestured for you to move and you complied without a word.
He lifted up the fabric of your dress, letting out an amused
sigh when he noticed the absence of panties. He touched the bare skin with
his palm, making you shudder at the warm feeling.
“No panties,” He tutted at the end of his sentence, “you’re
just begging to be punished aren’t you.”
You bit your lip, not willing to give him the response he
wanted and he shook his head before letting his palm hit your ass, making you
jolt forward and moan at the pleasurable ache.
“Do you know why I’m doing this?” He asked seriously, hand
moving to give another hit and you nodded your head in response, your voice hitching in your throat as he hit you for the third time.
“B-Because I-I was being—oh
fuck—rude…” You answered, your tongue licking your lips as the hits
“I was being rude…?” He questioned your response, giving you
a particularly hard hit to make you realize the mistake you made.
“I was being rude, sir.”
You whimpered out, his hits making you slick with your arousal that was now
dripping down your thigh.
“Good girl,” He finally praised you and the hits stopped.
He pulled you into his lap and you could feel his hard
erection pressing against your core, demanding everything that you were craving
for and you bit your lip at the pleasurable friction.
He mouthed at the juncture between your head and shoulders,
etching dark hickeys on the smooth skin as his hands pulled the top of your
He shook his head in disbelief when he saw you not wearing a
bra before moving his lips down the valley of your breasts and suckling sweetly
on your breasts, your hands pulling at his hair as you arched your back.
“You’re such a bad girl,” He commented with a harsh bite to
your nips, making you yelp in surprise and he chuckled at your response.
“Only for you,” You spoke in a sultry voice, your lips
grazing the shell of his ear before biting teasingly, “Daddy.”
“Fucking hell,” Namjoon swore, undoing his belt in a hurry
and pushing his pants down, freeing his erection that was now pressing against
your dripping folds, making you grip his shoulders for support as you moved
your hips to grind on him. He halted your movements almost immediately, his fingers
digging into your hips as he looked at you with hunger and want.
“You,” He pressed his cock harder against your entrance,
pushing just slightly past it and making you whine for more, “need to use your
words sweetheart, show Daddy just how desperate you are for his cock.”
“I-I…” You stuttered out, mentally cursing yourself for
letting Namjoon have all the power but at the same time, it felt so undeniably
good that you couldn’t stop yourself either, “I want Daddy to fuck me,” you
looked at him, your pupils dilated with lust, licking and biting your lip as your hands pulled at the collar of his shirt.
“I want him to fuck me with his thick. Hard. Cock.” You
enunciated each word, making Namjoon smile in approval.
“You’re such a filthy girl, aren’t you?” He moved up hips
upwards, pushing his entire length inside you and you let out a gasp at the
“Saying such filthy words,” He clicked his tongue at the end of
his sentence, “My filthy girl.”
He began to pick up his pace and you nodded at his words
mindlessly, his hands, his words, everything
he did, just turning you on more and more each passing second.
“You dressed up like this on purpose, didn’t you?” His hands moved to
your breasts, softly kneading it in his hands as he moved his mouth to lick,
suck and bite your hardened buds, making you mewl even more under his touch,
“You wanted to be fucked before we
even got there.”
You nodded at his words, moving your hips in tandem with his
thrust, pushing him deeper inside you and making him hit that one spot that had
you screaming his name endlessly.
“D-Daddy, I-I’m close…” You wrapped your hands around his
neck, pulling him closer to you, as he wrapped his around your waist, moving
faster each and every passing second, desperate for both of your release.
After a few more thrusts, you let out an uninhibited cry of
his name as you finally came and as your walls tightened around him, he too
came undone inside you, painting your walls in white and filling you up with
You collapsed on top him, your chest pressing closely against
his and your head lying on your shoulder as you breathed heavily, trying to
catch your breath. His hands moved your back, holding you even closer,
making you sigh from exhaustion.
“Driver,” He called out, his voice sounding deeper than usual,
“Take us back to the house.”
You looked up at him in shock and he winked at you
playfully, showing you his dimply smile before softly kissing you.
“The lady and I have some unfinished business to take care of.”