this took far longer than it should have taken

And so it begins! EPISODE 5: SURFACE

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Act I Summary: Kara adjusts to being temporarily powerless after her run-in with Zatanna, with a lot of help from Alex. Cat, still shaken from Kara’s kidnapping, shuts herself off from the world. 

From Surface:

Kara woke to the steady sound of beeping.

It took far longer than it should have to realize it matched the rhythm of her heart thudding quietly in her chest.

She remembered Maggie coming to her rescue but not much else, and part of her wondered whether the detective might have taken her somewhere other than the DEO.

The thin sheets that covered her felt rough against her skin, the sharp, sterile smell of antiseptic heavy in the air. It was a scent she recognized well, and her whole body relaxed when she opened her eyes to the medical bay she’d wound up in more times than she could count since coming out as Supergirl.

This time felt different, though. She couldn’t pinpoint why, until her sister’s voice nearly made her jump out of her skin.

“You’re awake.” The heart monitor beeped wildly for several long seconds, and Alex shot her a tired smile when Kara turned to see her, settled on a hard plastic chair at her bedside.

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This ended up being longer than usual so that it fit the request but also to make it plausible. The sacrifice I had to make was the ability to be canon. This story makes no sense. I guess what you could assume is that for some reason, Loki was the favourite child and Thor spends all his time on Midgard. Aside from that just… roll with it. I really don’t know what else to tell you. Apart from that, this request was made by @netflixwatchimgaddict and I hope you all enjoy it!

Prompt: Hi I was wondering if I could have a Thor imagine? So the reader is arranged to marry Loki, so she’s sent to Asgard to get used to the realm. But when she’s sent there she falls in love with Thor? But where she’s suppose to marry Loki, he gets word of their love and like freaks out and wants to banish her but Thor figures out a way to get her out of the marriage and they like end up together? Thanks and sorry if it’s confusing!

“The Queen’s Escape”

Thor waltzed into the main sitting room at the top of Avengers’ Tower to find his teammates congregated in the centre. Hawkeye was sat on the sofa, with Natasha’s arm around him, whilst Steve passed the archer a hot drink. Bruce and Tony stood.
“Tell us again.” Tony said, folding his arms. “When did she go missing?”

Thor frowned.
“Who has disappeared?” He asked, announcing his presence. The volume with which he spoke caught everyone’s attention but when Barton looked up, the Asgardian noted the red and swollen qualities of his eyes. His fingertips reddened as he clutched the mug.
“M-my sister…”

Thor kneeled in front of the archer, offering him a sympathetic hand on the knee.
“It… doesn’t make any sense.” Clint sniffed. “I called her yesterday. She was fine, great even. She was going to go shopping today and stock up the fridge. Apparently it’d been looking like Old Mother Hubbard’s in her fridge.” He smiled sadly. Thor looked up at Tony with the mention of the woman, Hubbard, but the billionaire waved it off. Unimportant.

“Then I tried calling her this afternoon and… nothing. I called again an hour later. Still nothing. I went round and it looked like a bomb had gone off. Her carpet was toasted and there was no sign of her. N-not even a… a… a body.”

Natasha drew him closer and urged him to drink something. Meanwhile Thor scratched his chin and stood up.
“This is most peculiar.” He remarked.
“Peculiar isn’t the word I’d use.” Steve sighed, taking their conversation to the other side of the room. Tony followed.
“Agreed. I’d say it was insulting. Someone’s targeted her for a reason and it’s gotten our friend hurt.” He growled. “I wanna find the bastard and light him up.”

“There is only one thing I can think to do in a situation like this.” Thor sighed. “Does either of you have a picture of the woman?” Tony brought up a blurry photo on his phone and the Asgardian frowned again.
“Is there anything more… portable? I should wish to take it with me.” With a shrug, Stark tossed Thor his phone.
“I’ve got plenty others.” This time it was Steve who scowled.
“Did I ever tell you that you have too much money?”
“Not in the last hour.”

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The Gym Meeting

Chapter Five


Jackson felt his body tense from the abrupt kiss, but soon his arms wrapped around her waist, and he found himself moving his lips against hers. His hand searching for the mantle to put his soda down. Setting down the glass he cupped her butt with the same hand. She grinned into the kiss, giving him one last peck. 

“Not too eager there, tiger.” She pulled away, grabbing her soda from the coffee table. 

She was reeling herself. Their first kiss and she initiated it and man were his lips soft. He smelled so good. Not that she was a virgin, but she had sex less than a handful of times before. Reading too many romance novels, and watching Kdrama made her long for more though. 

She watched as Jackson turned from her, drinking his soda. “Don’t be jealous, that’s gonna be difficult. I can try though. Tell me more about this guy." 

She talked a little about MinSook, and gradually started to do her work as Jackson took over the conversation. He told her about Hong Kong and coming to Korea. His dream to be a rapper and living in the dorm. He talked about his friends, especially Mark. He spoke highly of JB, the pranks they played on Yugyeom and dabbing with BamBam. When she looked up at the clock, it was time to get ready. A knock at her door sounded and she stood up to get it. 

Jackson was right behind her as she opened the door to MinSook. "Sorry, I’m early, but…whoa-you’re Jackson Wang! From Got7!" 

Jackson pushed past her opening the door for MinSook letting him inside. "Yes, I am.” Turning back to her, he stuck his tongue out at her. “Someone is glad to see me. Come on in man, I’ve been hearing about you." 

"Me?” MinSook seemed flattered looking back and forth between her and Jackson. “Why is Jackson Wang here? This is so cool." 

"I’m her boyfriend.” Jackson slipped an arm around her. 

MinSook did a double take, reeling backwards. “Jackson is your boyfriend?" 

The two men began talking about music, MinSook was a big fan of rappers, and he and Jackson seemed to hit it off immediately. The two men walked further inside her home talking about who they were listening to lately. 

“Yea sure, come right in.” She said to herself as they sat in the living room discussing Jay Park and his group. 

“I like his sound.” Jackson piped in. “His guy Gray is too quick with the lyrics you know?” 

MinSook replied, and she found herself walking to the kitchen, to get MinSook a drink. As she pressed the bottle in his hand, watching Jackson and MinSook laughing and talking, she couldn’t help but wonder if this was his plan all along. She found a moment to sneak to her room and get ready to leave. What would she do about Jackson though? Or would they even be leaving? After an hour, she began to worry herself no one came to get her, she still heard loud talking from the front. Walking into the living room, hair straightened, full face of makeup on she waited for someone to notice her. 

It took an additional 10 minutes. 

“AHEM!” She said, watching the two men jerk their heads up from hovering over MinSook’s phone. 

“You look beautiful.” Jackson told her, coming to stand in front of her. “I guess maybe I should leave, you guys being buddies and all. I wouldn’t want to third wheel.” 

Was he really doing what she thought he was? 

“Third wheel?!” MinSook popped up. “Naw man, no way! You can come with us! It’s late now, and no one really goes to this theater. Besides this movie has been out for like 3 weeks now. Come on Jackson, I officially invite you.” 

Jackson gave her a devious grin before turning towards MinSook. “Are you sure man? I mean, I could go.” 

Yes, he was doing this.

“No way! How often does this happen to me? Join us, please.” MinSook pleaded.

It took no further convincing as Jackson, picked up his leather coat. “Sure, why not!”

The three set out from her home, to a smaller movie theater not far from where she lived. She was thinking they probably should have taken a taxi because; it took them longer than expected and by the time they got in the theater the previews had started. In her mind, she was sitting in the middle with Jackson on one side, and MinSook on the other but it did not play out like that. With popcorn and sodas in hand MinSook and Jackson sat down next to each other with her on the other end of Jackson. 

‘Ok.’ She thought to herself as the movie started.

After all the screaming, those two did. Popcorn flying, Jackson grabbing her hand and MinSook. MinSook asking her if she was scared one million times, she didn’t know if this was their night out and she was chaperoning or theirs, but there was an endearing quality to them both that made it bearable. The three laughing at Jackson’s girly scream as they left the theater made her night. 

“Oh my god, this was so fun. Ok,Ok. I think I should get home guys. >>> I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” MinSook wiped tears from his eyes as he spoke. 

“Yea. This was fun.” The two hugged and she could feel Jackson’s fingers gripping her jacket.

As they parted ways, Jackson called his ride to meet him at her place and they started back. It had grown colder, and he placed his arm around her, snuggling in close. They walked in silence, the frosty air nipping at her lungs, he was staring at the moon. 

“Beautiful isn’t it?” She asked him.

“Not as pretty as you.” She rolled her eyes at the cliche, as Jackson started rapping. 

“I wish 너의 집이 조금 더 멀었으면 좋겠어
너를 바래다 주던 그 길이
너무도 짧게 느껴져
조금만 더 너와 함께 걷고 싶은데 .”

She jerked her head up at him, and Jackson let her go, just holding her hand as he began to sing looking at her. He was singing her favorite song. Before the Full Moon Rises. 

“우리 헤어져야 하는 시간
너를 집에 보내야 할 시간
어김없이 매일 찾아오는 이별의 순간
뒤도 돌아보지 말고
나 변하기 전에 어서 집에 가
내 안에 늑대가 깨어나기 전에

보름달이 뜨기 전에
보름달이 뜨기 전에 .”

They stopped at her door just as he finished and she smiled. Bigger than she ever had in her life, cheeks hurting with the happiness she felt now. 

“That was nice right? Compliment me, kiss me, you know you want to.” Jackson held his cheek out for her. 

“It was.” She kissed him gently, one hand on his chest as she did so. “I had fun tonight, Jackson, although I noticed how you befriended him, and made him love you so you could go.” 

Jackson played incredulous, raising an eyebrow. “No idea what you mean.” 

The car rolled up, and the smile left his face. He didn’t want to leave and inside she felt a longing to compel him to stay. Though it wouldn’t have taken much. 

“Text me when you get home?” She asked.

“Always.” She pulled on his hand, leaning in to kiss his lips softly. 

As Jackson got into the car he rolled the window down. “What are you doing after school?” 

Shrugging her shoulders, she bit her lip, wondering why. “Homework, study for an hour or two. Why?” 

“How’d you like to meet my friends?” Got7 really? All of them? Her face lit up again and she nodded her head. Jackson gave her a thumbs up as the car pulled off, as she walked inside. The door closing just as the red lights headed down the street. 

After washing her face, and preparing for bed. She wrapped her hair up, pinning her hair down wanting to preserve it for the next day. Bonnet on, teeth brushed, she slipped into bed just as her phone lit up. 

A heart emoji on the screen, typing bubbles followed with one message. 

보름달이 뜨기 전에

Chapter Five

Peter Pan Imagine: The Lonely Little Songbird


Request by @ajdolphin19: “Hey, can you please do an Peter Pan x reader imagine where the reader almost never talks to anyone and Peter catches her singing? Fluffy please? Please and thanks!”

Warnings: none

(If you were wondering, the song Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran because I wanted to do something that wasn’t Lost Boy. You can look it up on youtube, it’s really pretty)

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“Do you EVER talk?” Someone shouted at you from across the gigantic bonfire in the middle of camp.

You shyly glanced up, only to find one of Pan’s beloved lost boys staring down at you like you were insane. You shrunk back a bit, giving him an upset look and shrugging your shoulders.

Of course you talked, that was a no-brainer for you, you just didn’t LIKE to. You had learned at home not to speak unless you were spoken to, and that rule just never faded from your memory.

You knew it was okay to talk as loud or as much as you wanted here, the lost boys had shown you that much, but it wasn’t something you found comfortable for you. You were just quiet in nature, and didn’t feel the need to interrupt the quiet with your voice (even if it was hardly ever quiet here.)

The boy tilted his head at your reaction, but then jumped to his feet and started dancing and having fun with the other boys.

You looked around, watching the lost boys bounce and holler like there was no tomorrow. There was no way you would ever be able to do something like that, not around this group of boys; it wasn’t that they weren’t nice to you, they were nice, they were just so…loud.

It was almost night, the sun set creating a blue aura around the camp. The fire gave off a dull,  orange light and created shadows that danced across the dirt beneath the lost boys. Their animalistic noises and masks almost convinced you that they were animals, all the screeches and whoops making your heart beat rapidly in fear.

‘There’s still a little bit of daylight left,’ you thought, 'I’m sure Pan wouldn’t mind if I took a short walk…’

You slowly stood up, none of the boys even glancing your way. You looked around, and without bothering to tell anybody where you were going, you left.

Into the forest is where your rebellious feet guided you, further from camp every step you took. You didn’t look back; you weren’t scared of what the boys were going to say if you snuck off. They ought to be used to you randomly going on walks out of camp by now, though you had never thought about doing so at night.

You though about this for a moment; would they get mad if you were out at night? You shrugged, thinking that they probably wouldn’t even notice your absence.

It was extremely calm out here, something you weren’t really used to because you lived with wild boys who hardly ever stopped to take a break. Soft moss squished under your bare feet, cooling you down almost instantly; it was almost always too hot on the island.

You didn’t know where it came from, but something inside you felt the urge to start singing. It was like an instinct, and you couldn’t resist it.

Your voice was probably incredibly scratchy from not using your voice in so long, but you didn’t really care that much. You were alone anyway, not on a stage in front of a ton of people. In a small, almost silent voice, you began to hum a bit; a warm up if you will.

The soft, lulling song made you calm every time you listened to it, and you couldn’t help but miss the days when you could just shove in your earbuds and listen to it over and over again. Every note was lodged into your brain, so there was no problem remembering it.

You cleared your throat, and then paused when you heard a twig snap. You looked around for a moment, scurrying faster down the path a bit to get away from any danger that might be waiting for you.

You looked back and found nothing, and as you walked, you began to sing to yourself.

“Give me love like her,
'Cause lately I’ve been waking up alone,
Paint splattered teardrops on my shirt,
Told you I’d let them go,”

You hesitated before singing the rest, wondering if they could somehow hear you from as far away as they were. You watched your feet as you walked, picking up a stick to poke things on the ground with.

“And that I’ll fight my corner,
Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya,”

Another twig snapped, but this time you took no notice of it. You were too caught up in your own sing songy daze, in a mist of thoughts.

“Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, give me love,”

You couldn’t help but get lost in all the thoughts that had swarmed your mind ever since you got here, covered in salty water and sand. The fear, sadness, and utter confusion you had held in so long was all being thrown into this song. The anger that you never spoke up was voiced, and so was the depression. This was your way of coping with these emotions.

It had only been a couple weeks since you’d arrived, but you could help but think of all the people you’d unknowingly left behind. Did any people who treated you like crap really care about you? Did they even care that you had been kidnapped by the infamous Peter Pan? You closed your eyes and a single tear fell, the first tear that had been shred from you in this place.

“Give me love like never before,
'Cause lately I’ve been craving more,
And it’s been a while but I still feel the same,
Maybe I should let you go,

You know I’ll fight my corner,
And that tonight I’ll call ya,
After my blood is drowning in alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya,”

Was this song a reflection of something you needed? You had never been so needy for any type of affection before, but maybe that’s just what happens when you realize that, even in a place where you are supposed to get rid of that lonely feeling, you still feel isolated. You needed something, some type of affection, and you needed it bad.

“Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,

Give a little time to me or burn this out,
We’ll play hide and seek to turn this around,
All I want is the taste that your lips allow,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love,
My, my, my, my, oh give me love.”

And with that, you took a deep breath, knowing that if you continued you’d be on the floor sobbing. This whole time, you’d only let one tear sneak down your face, and you were determined to keep it that way. Going back to camp with a red face and puffy eyes was not on your bucket list.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath, noticing how dark it had gotten. It was almost pitch black, so dark you couldn’t even see the trail you were walking on, or if you were still even on a trail. A string of choice words, words that you wouldn’t even dare speak around the boys, left your mouth as the fear in your chest grew like a raging fire.

A noise from behind you made you jump and spin around, your heart pounding like a drum. Your eyes were wide, blinking rapidly to keep them from getting dry. As your eyes scanned the dark forest, a set of eyes that weren’t yours caught your attention almost immediately. It was a person, hiding behind a large tree and watching you.

You swallowed and held your stick up as a threat, trying to prepare yourself for whatever the person was going to do. You didn’t know who they were, the surrounding forest making it too dark to make out anything more than a silhouette.

“It’s alright, just me,” a distinct accent rang through the silence.

You watched with wide eyes as the person, who you now knew was Pan, hopped out from his hiding place.

In all honesty, him saying that it was 'just him’ didn’t really lower your anxiety. You didn’t know him at all, save for that his name was Peter Pan. All you knew was that he could be nice if he wanted to, but he could also be your worst nightmare. He always held a sinister smirk, so you didn’t even doubt the fact that he could be your worse nightmare. He, in truth, was terrifyingly beautiful.

You kept the stick in place as he started to walk towards you, holding it as far from you as you could.

He furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing the stick from your hold with some sort of magic, and flung it into the unknown darkness of the forest. You felt helpless then, your only form of protection the karate class you’d taken when you were around six or seven years old.

“You have a beautiful voice, darling, you should use it more often…”

You took a step back from him, shrinking further into the abyss of pitch black darkness. There was no longer any light peeking through the trees, and you couldn’t even see more than a couple inches in front of you. He had a huge advantage, which was absolutely no fair at all.

“Do you really want to stay out here all night, with all the creatures lurking just behind every corner, or would you rather come with me back to camp?” He chuckled, making your face heat up in fury.

At the moment, you were actually leaning towards the first option; at least out here you didn’t get stared at 24/7.

You put your hands out as a sign that you didn’t want him to come any closer, but he took them in his own and pulled you towards him, “Come on, I need sleep and so do you, let’s go back.”

You glared at him and dug your heels into the ground, snatching your hands away so that you could cross your arms over your chest. You turned your head to the side and glared at the darkness, not fond of being told what to do.

He sighed, “Don’t make me beg, just come on!

You dodged his attempt to grab you and smirked at him. Peter Pan, ruler of Neverland, begging you? That was something you NEEDED to see.

"No, no. No way, I’m not going to beg you. Either you come with me or I’ll make you, and don’t doubt I will.” He said quickly, making sure you knew that he did not, in any means, beg for anybody. Ever.

You continued smirking and leaned on one leg, waiting for him to do what you wanted him to. You were practically shaking in your boots by now, but pretending you were extremely confident was a fun game to play.

“Well, alright then. Remember, you brought this upon yourself,” he told you, a mischievous tone in his voice.

You tilited your head in confusion, and then yelped as he bent down and threw you over his shoulder. He chuckled and held you on his shoulder by your legs, which you kicked in disapproval.

“Aww, does wittle (Y/N) not like to be cawwied?” He cooed jokingly, laughing when you started to growl at him.

You pounded on his back, wiggling around as an attempt to make him put you down. He held you tighter, laughing harder every time you huffed in anger. Your face was red not only because you were upside down, but because of embarrassment and anger.

You grunted and tried to get away one last time, and then just stopped struggling. You crossed your arms and pouted, silence filling the forest once again. You bounced as he walked, giving you a nauseous feeling, as if you were on a boat.

“You know, it wouldn’t be so bad if your arse wasn’t in my face…” you sassed, something you hadn’t done in a long time, rolling your eyes even if he couldn’t see them.

He smiled, “Well, well, it’s nice to know our little song bird has a voice!”

Updates

Hello everyone!!!

Just wanted to catch all you lovelies with things!

Fist off, a BIG apologize to my commissioners! its taken me longer to work on your orders then i planed, i also took more than i should have, im very sorry! i’ve sketched several out so far, and i am still doing so~

I’ve needed to make the endcard project a priority because of it’s upcoming due date, here’s what i have so far

with of course this much more to go

along with coloring, lighting, shading, ect.

I also have a haikyuu project to work on, it’s much smaller than this so it shouldnt take long, but it also has an upcoming due date. 


As for miraculous moves, i’m really happy to see how so many people like it!! i’m sorry i havent given you a story, or made many pictures for it. However it’s still an open AU for all your pleasures ;U <3


And of course your asks, your many many 317 beautiful asks, i’m so so sorry i haven’t answerd them ;;U;; no excuses, but so many is pretty intimidating! Also trying to consider how i don’t want to spam you all~ i’ll try to get them in soon ;v;

in other words, march is honestly just super busy with both real life and online so im just 

It's a Little Hard to Swallow; Ian x Mickey

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Mandy telling him it was all his fault was all it took to get his mind rolling. He needed to get Ian back and now he knew just where to go. The White Swallow, well as if that wasn’t obvious. Swallowing down all of his insecurities he managed to rifle through his clothes finding the nicest shirt and pair of black jeans he had.  The once dirty boy showered, he even used some aftershave, going as far as trying to look his absolute best.

The drive to the club seemed to take longer than it should have taken. His tough guy persona was cracking, his nerves were taking the best of him. This didn’t deter him however as he pulled into the crowded parking lot finding a spot. Sitting inside of the car for what seemed like hours more he smoked a savored cigarette before flicking the butt of it out the window.

Upon entering the club he was swarmed with invites men older and about his age asking if he’d like to dance, but he just ignored them brushing past the sweat laced bodies until he saw him. Jealousy, pain and hurt cascaded and collided forcing his emotions into overdrive as he stared, lost and longingly at the boy who turned his world upside down. “Ian?” He whispered with a tremulous tone so low it could only be heard by him. He watched, waiting and barely containing his urge to rip Ian off of the client’s lap.