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Fics I've been working on and want to know who's interested? I just haven't seen much of certain types of fic, certain OC types etc for these characters or much fic at all for some of them, so I've been writing it myself and wanna know who is keen to read!

Kai-125 x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Karlach x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Fili x fem oc (dropped in universe)

Andromache the Scythian x fem oc (sapphic romance)

Eskel (Netflix) x fem oc (both in universe and dropped in)

[abbysfrenchbraid]

”i have been thinking about you all day“ with sevika if you are still accepting prompts because we need more of our queen

thank you for your prompt!

sevika x gender neutral reader, cw for eye medical/needles

“Morning.” You looked up from your desk to see Sevika coming out of the corridor to Silco’s office. Huh. You had thought you were the first one here.

“Morning! Boss here already?” You stood and grabbed some letters for him, but the dark-haired woman shook her head. She was a little pale around the nose, eye-makeup smudged over one temple.

“I slept here. He’ll be in soon.” She stopped in front of your desk and pulled the elastic from her hair, letting the smooth black strands fall into her face as she loomed over you. You swallowed. Her broad frame near you always made something in your stomach clench.

“Anything important?” She redid her half-up hairstyle and pinched the bridge of her nose with thumb and middle finger.

“Not really, just some shipping troubles and an ownership dispute over a house at the docs.”

Sevika huffed, shaking her head.

“Can’t believe people treat this place like city hall now.” She rubbed her nose and sniffed. You smiled at her. This progression of Silco's dealings was the reason you were here - he had employed you to run a reception desk and sift through everything that flew in before bringing him the important tasks and visitors.

“I think it’s good to already prepare people for our independence," you said. "They’re not going to Piltover with this stuff anymore.”

Sevika pursed her lips and nodded.

“I guess that’s true.” She stretched heartily, the muscles in her upper body flexing as she lifted her hands and let her head fall back for a second. Her shirt rode up, exposing copper skin. Your mouth was suddenly dry. She groaned and let her arms thump against her sides, rolling her neck. “Alright, I’m off. Tell Silco I’m dealing with the Dr. Mundo incident, I probably won’t be back until late this evening.”

“I will. Have a nice day.” You gave her another small smile. She just raised an eyebrow. Both of you knew nothing nice was likely to happen today.

“You too.”

-

Everyone else had already left, only you and Silco were still at the office. Jinx had sauntered past you with a gigantic lollipop a while ago, apparently on a mission to ruin someone else's day. She and Silco had been yelling at each other for half an hour before that.

“Y/N?” Silco’s voice came from inside his office, sounding exhausted. You rushed down the corridor and knocked once before sticking your head through the door.

“Sir?”

“Stop that.” He swiveled in his chair. A bit of Shimmer was smeared on his bad cheek. He was even paler than usual, his skin grey and sickly. “Silco is fine. Come over here.”

“Yes, Si-ilco.” You could see an amused glint flash in his eye. “What can I do for you?”

He ran a hand through his hair and handed you a pack of letters. “Can you bring these to the post office tomorrow morning?”

You took them from him. There was no post down here, everything was delivered by messengers; mostly hungry children who would run fast for a few coins. These were all addressed to Piltover and would have to be posted from the bottom of the carriage train going up there thrice a day. You’d have to get up early to get them on the first train.

“Sure. Anything else?”

Silco sighed and you suddenly noticed his hands were shaking on the tabletop.

“Yes. My… device.” He pointed over to the gadget he used to inject his eye with Shimmer. You had seen him do it twice before; it was an eerie sight. “It broke today.”

You took another look at it and saw that the attachment that kept the needle from the perfect distance to his eye had broken off. A memory of things crashing against the wall during Silco’s and Jinx’s fight earlier told you the rest.

“Should I take a look at it?” You felt stupid. You knew way less about mechanics than he did.

“No, I’ll fix it tomorrow. But I can’t -” He held up his violently shaking hands. “I can’t right now. Could you…”

“Oh, of course. Yes.” You forced yourself not to think about it too long - if both your hands shook, you wouldn’t get anywhere.

“Good. Just keep the top pressed to the body so the distance is right. And then press the button at the back for the syringe to come out.”

You took a deep breath, then you grabbed the metal device and wrapped your hand around the broken junction between both parts. Without much ceremony, you placed the top around Silco’s eye.

“Ready?”

His hands grabbed the leather armrests on his chair, then he hissed: “Yes.”

You pressed the button and the needle jumped out, jabbing his eye. Silco’s scars flashed silvery-purple for a moment and he threw his head back, a choked gasp escaping him. You jumped back and he slumped forward in his chair, breathing heavily. Careful not to break anything else, you put the device back on the table.

“Are you okay?”

He just grunted. You crouched down in front of him to get a look at his face. His healthy eye was squeezed shut, the other empty and glowing like embers among coal. You reached out to wipe the Shimmer from his cheek and he flinched, but then he let you proceed.

A knock on the open door made you look up. Sevika stood in the doorway, looking confused and angry. You got up and grabbed the stack of letters.

“Hey.” Careful to keep your voice level, you walked toward her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah… Hard day.” She sounded far away, her eyes still fixed on Silco at his desk.

“Thank you, Y/N,” Silco said behind you, “that’s all for today.” He sounded unbearably tired.

You passed Sevika without managing to catch her gaze. She smelled like leather and cigars, and you found yourself inhaling instinctively. You closed the door softly behind you.

As you packed your bag and cleaned up your desk, you wondered what had made Sevika look at you like that. Had anything happened to her today? Was she okay? Or had Silco said something about you? You couldn’t make sense of it.

Suddenly, you could hear raised voices for the second time today. You strained your ears, but there was no chance of distinguishing any words. The office door flew open, crashing against the wall, and Silco stormed out. He lifted two fingers at you in parting and muttered something sounding close to stubborn cow before yanking open the entrance door and vanishing into the night.

You blew out a long breath and bent to pick up your bag. It was time to get out of here. When you straightened up again, Sevika was standing on the other side of your desk. You jumped, bag clattering as it fell to the floor.

“For fuck’s -” Pressing your hand to your chest, you tried to slow down your racing heart. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Sorry.” Sevika crossed her arms in front of her chest. She didn’t look sorry at all. Her eyes were dark, and for a moment you could envision steam blowing out of her ears. You bit your lip to keep from smiling, but she saw right through you. “Something funny?”

“Something wrong?” You crossed your arms and lifted your chin. You had been so close to avoiding the general hostility emanating from everyone today.

Sevika put her hands on the desk, leaning forward. “Did I miss something here? What was that with Silco earlier?”

You blinked rapidly. “Excuse me? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about you two,” she waved a hand through the air, “having a tender moment over there.” A muscle in her jaw twitched and the azure scars on her cheek shimmered. Was she jealous? Of you and Silco? You had never noticed her acting anything but platonic toward him. How had you missed this? It suddenly felt like something vile was slowly eating through your stomach.

“Well, first of all, that’s none of your business, so I don’t know what you’re all upset about.” Sevika opened her mouth to speak, but you held up a hand. Her eyes flashed, but she let you continue. “And second of all, I was helping him with his injection because Jinx broke the damn syringe. That wasn’t a tender moment, that was a fucking painful situation both of us would have rather avoided.”

You grabbed your bag and made for the door, but Sevika placed a hand on your shoulder, stopping you.

You scoffed. “What?!” It was hard to meet her gaze.

“I’m sorry.” Her voice was suddenly soft. “I didn’t mean to assume -”

“Well, you did!”

You stepped to the side and away from her hand. She ran it over her face and sighed, then she stared at a point right next to your shoe.

”I have been thinking about you all day,” she said quietly. Her eyes finally met yours. “I wanted to ask you… I was planning on asking you out for a drink when I came back. I had a shitty day and I just wanted to see your face, to talk to you. And when I saw you with Silco, I just…”

She shrugged and her lips twitched into a pained smile. “I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

You hadn’t expected this.

“Me?” was all you got out. Not Silco? You?

Sevika frowned for a moment, then she stepped closer. “Yes, you.”

“Uh…” You straightened up. “For a drink?”

“Yes, for a drink,” she said. She looked so nervous you had to smile.

“I’d like that, yeah.” You watched her shoulders relax as her face lit up. “But you’re paying. I probably make a quarter of your salary.”

Sevika flashed a crooked smile at you and held the door open. “Of course. I’ll talk to Silco about a raise if you want.”

You stepped out into the damp evening air and waited as she locked up behind you. This day surely had taken a turn at the last moment.

“Where are you taking me?” you asked as Sevika fell into step with you.

“The Last Drop.” She moved closer to make room for someone passing in the other direction and your knuckles brushed against each other. In the corner of your eye, you could see her bite down a smile.

You couldn’t wait to see what else this night had in store for you.

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Please do a part two From Dusk Till Dawn!!!! Loved it!!!!

Aww!! Thank you, so much! <3 I am writing one! I have been inactive for quite a while, due to some personal/family reasons but I’m making progress on some fics and requests so i can come back! So part 2 is on the way Nonnie! xx

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*forgets I don’t speak Japanese and tries to multitask while watching anime*

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Reblog if you are a fic writer who welcomes moodboards, playlists, remixes, art and any other type of gift based on your stories.

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Yep.

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Imagine you were in the liquor store and make an impression on the Gecko Brothers. Enough that they take you as a second hostage.

“Leave them alone.” Y/N tried to block out the aching in her knees against the cold floor as she pushed up from her heels. The tallest of the men - Y/N was half sure his name was Richard - turned his attention away from the teen girls. “What?” The gun in his hand glinted as he shifted. “I said to leave her alone.” Y/N hands shook at her sides and she clenched her fists, willing her voice to stay steady. She surprised herself when the steel in her tone resonated in her own ears. Y/N nodded toward the young woman in the robbers grip. “Look at her.” He did. “She’s half scared out of her mind. She’s one threat away from ‘fight or flight’ and that kind of fear makes people desperate.” He gave the brunette a short shove, stepped around her like one would a piece of furniture and stopped in front of Y/N, towering over her. She was sure he would even if she were standing, regardless of her own height. His eyes were locked on hers. Like he was searching for something there, like he could see into her. Y/N fought the shiver crawling up her spine. That shiver part fear...and part something else she’d rather not even acknowledge. “Why the hell would you care?” Don’t play the hero, Y/N. “Because desperate means stupid and stupid gets people killed.” She held his gaze and lifted her chin. “And I’m not in the mood for dying today.” Y/N would let them think she was self serving, even though it was partially true. Didn’t mean she wanted to see some teenager get her head blown out...or worse. Though she wasn’t sure this guy was capable of hurting her like...that, despite his unique intensity.  The partner - brother - interrupted their staring contest, walking around the shelving. “We gotta -” he stopped. Looked from Richie, to Y/N and back to Richie. “Everything...okay...back here?” Y/N didn’t break eye contact and neither did Richie. Even as he answered. “Looks like this princess isn’t afraid of getting her tiara dirty.” He cocked his head and Y/N’s spine went rigid. Whatever he was seeing in her...he was intrigued. And neither of them liked it.  “Oh?” The brother crouched in front of Y/N. “What’d you do to get my brother’s panties in a twist, huh?”  This one is definitely the charmer. Y/N was almost disappointed when she pulled her stare from Richie and she squashed that feeling down, down, down as far as she could. “I asked him to leave the girls alone.”  He quirked a brow. And Richie scoffed. “She told me to leave them alone. Ordered, really.” “Did she now?” The brother - Seth, she remembered - was smirking at her. “Any particular reason, sweetheart?”  Y/N’s jaw clenched at the term of endearment. “He was scaring them.” “And he doesn’t scare you?”  Y/N wanted to wipe that smirk of his pretty face. “Not really.” Only a partial lie. But still one she hoped Seth wouldn’t call her on.  Hope that died as quickly as snuffing out a candle when the barrel of a gun lifted into her view. Y/N went still. Heart in her mouth and barely breathing, she forced her gaze back to Seth’s face. Refused to let the sting behind her eyes become anything more. His eyes bored into hers, searching. When Y/N held his stare, Seth’s smirk broke into a smile and he shook his head, disbelief clear. “Oof. You.” He lowered the gun but gestured to her with it as he stood, still grinning. “Are something else, sweetheart.” He checked over the piece before casually pointing it her way once more. “Now, I like you.” He cast a sideways glance to his brother, who had not taken his eyes off of Y/N the entire exchange. “As does my brother, here.” When Richie opened his mouth to argue, Seth silenced him with a gesture of his hand. “You got balls, sweetheart, I’ll give ya that. And you seem like a smart girl, so I assume I can trust you not to do something heroic.” He paused and looked over at Richie before walking away. “And help me keep an eye on my brother.” “What?!” Came from both Y/N and Richie simultaneously, though the volume and tone varied. Where Richie was irate, Y/N was shocked. Where Richie yelled, Y/N’s voice was low.  Seth spun on his heel and jabbed a finger at Richie then Y/N as he emphasised. “Hey! You keep an eye on her.” He jabbed his finger in reverse order. “And you keep an eye on him.” Seth turned back around. “This is on you, brother! We don’t have time for this shit.”

Y/N watched Seth disappear back around those shelves, starting when Richie dropped into a crouch by her. “Thought you weren’t scared of me, princess.”  When Y/N’s eyes met his, hard and cold, he smirked. When she snarled, “I’m not.” He smiled. Brilliantly. And all she thought was...Oh, shit...

A/N: Hope you guys like it! Let me know if I should do a part 2!!! - J

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May I have a Teen Wolf male ship please? I’m 5’5” and curvy with brown hair and blue eyes. I’m slightly sarcastic but I love corny jokes. I love music and I’m always singing. I struggle with bipolar depression but I don’t let it define me. I’m the “mama bear” of my friend group and I’m fiercely loyal and protective of those I love. And I love your blog :) @ofxmicexandxmanda

Oof, i am torn for your ship!!! But i think...I’m going to ship you with...

Stiles!!! (This pic is like a direct reference to you making a corny joke and Stiles losing his shit) So Stiles is roughly 5′11 to 6ft, so you’d definitely get a good height difference. We’ve kinda seen that Stiles can have a thing for dem curves ;) and he can be pretty affectionate when he wants to be. So I think that he’d be one for pulling you in, tucking you against his chest, under his chin. He’d love tracing over your curves, resting his hands on your waist and gripping you hips. Sneaky booty grabs. Doing that cute thing where he comes up behind you, wraps his arms around you middle and leaning down to kiss your neck/shoulders.  Having a good sense of sarcasm definitely catches his attention and allows you to keep up with their pack. They are like...the masters of sass and sarcasm. So an affinity for it is definitely needed.  Your love of corny jokes is really quite endearing to Stiles. He loves the goofy side to you and loves it when you get the whole pack rolling their eyes but unable to hide their smiles regardless. Stiles has this odd hobby of sneaking up on you when you’re singing, because he loves to watch and listen when you feel like you can just let loose and belt it out. He thinks you have an amazing voice and always coaxes you into singing along with him in the car, even though he isn’t the best singer ever ;) Stiles would be like the most supportive and understand boyfriend when it comes to your mental health. He’d be able to understand how/why you have ‘bad days’ and ‘good days’.  After all (and even though it’s a little different) he’s struggled with ADHD and anxiety from that, along with probable PTSD from all of the going’s on in Beacon Hills. So he gets it. And he’s there for you no matter what. Even if you might need some space sometimes, he always makes sure you know that he’s just a phone call away. Whatever you need, he’s there. Loving you just as much on your bad days as your good. Being the ‘mama bear’, you’re absolutely the one Liam and even Isaac look to. Like a new mother/older sister figure to help guide them and comfort them.  Plus, having that protective and loyal instinct for your friends helps you to run with the pack as a human. AND those qualities are something Stiles greatly admires, respects and adores about you.  But is also low key, high key intimidated by how beautiful and fierce you are. Which...kind of turns him on...’cause we all know Stiles has a thing for intelligent, strong women ;)

A/N: Thank you so much! I’m really glad you like it! I hope you enjoy your ship! - J xoxo

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Hi, I had some questions about your ships. Are you still taking them? If so, do you mind if the info given is long/detailed? May we request more than one fandom, and if we do, does the amount of detail become shorter than if we had asked for one? Also, does the length of the description we give indicate the length of our description as to why we have been matched?

I am still taking them! I’ve just been a bit busy and haven’t been able to get to writing them. I don’t mind at all, though I do suggest keeping the Ship request/ask submission to max two (2) asks. That way you can give me plenty of info but not too much as to know what to do with. I need a fair amount to give detailed responses, but too much and it’s a bit too all over the place.You can certainly request more than one fandom and the length/detail honestly all depends on the info I get. The less info I get, the shorter the response. Because I’ll run out of stuff to match up/write about. But too much info and there’s too much going on. If that makes sense. So my suggestion is to give me info like brief personality, hobbies, some quirks unique to you, physical description, maybe some stuff about life goals/aspirations then some misc. stuff like...are you a long or short shower person, pizza or burgers...stuff like that :p Hope this helps! Any more questions, feel free to ask!- J xoxo

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No More Running (Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader) Lil bit of angst and a lil bit of fluff!

You usually went for a snack some time after dinner. It usually stopped you from making something ridiculous in the middle of the night. Plus, it meant you had the excuse to wander the tower and pester your team.

You were making your way to the kitchen and just before reaching the main hallway, hushed voices drifted to where you were. One was deep and gentle. A man. The other was far softer. A woman. The tone didn’t carry like a normal conversation. It was almost cautious. Hesitant. The volume just low enough to make only certain words decipherable. Curiosity quickly got the better of you and so you padded gently to the corner. Slowly, you leaned around the corner and caught sight of two blondes. Steve and Natasha.

One of the two shifted and the sudden panic all but threw you behind the corner, heart hammering in your ears. As the two kept talking, it was clear that no one else was supposed to hear them. Words were hushed and spoken with rapid fire. Guilt bubbled its way into your chest, realising just how much you were invading their privacy. Then there was something that made you pause. A question from Steve. His voice was full of its usual concern. “I can see it in your eyes. The panic. What’s gotten you so scared?” You should have left. You found you couldn’t. You and Natasha had grown close. Close enough that she had begun to divulge secrets of her past to you. Close enough that she had kissed you. Then all at once, she had shut you out. Like slamming a door in your face. You had tried to talk to her. Find out if there was something you had done wrong. Natasha dodged you at every turn. Expertly. Which had brought a sting to your eyes more than once, the rest of the team trying to check in on you. You had known and accepted your feelings for the assassin a long time ago. Weeks before you had kissed. When the kiss had happened, you thought that maybe Nat had felt the same. Then she all but disappeared.

You waited for Natasha to answer Steve. Waited for what seemed like an eternity. Then finally, she spoke. “Y/N.”

“Y/N? Why? What’s she done?” Steve’s concerned tone only grew more severe. He had seen how Nat’s avoidance had been effecting you. A sigh followed. Almost sad. “Nothing. I mean…nothing wrong. Exactly.” “Nat. What’s going on?”

“She’s…I don’t know. Gotten to me. I’ve-I’ve told her things. Things about my past.” You heard someone moving, a rustle of fabric. “I can…let my guard down…with her. I feel…” Natasha trailed off, unsure of what to say next. “Safe? Normal?” Nat laughed and if it weren’t for her response, you’d have been hurt more than you already were. “Normal? No. But Y/N makes it okay to not be normal. Like it’s a good thing. Like…like I have nothing to apologise for.” A pause. “So…safe? Yeah.” “And that scares you.” “More than I’d like to admit, Cap.” Steve’s tone sounded as shocked as you felt. “You love her.” There was no inflection to make it a question. It was a statement. A clear observation on his part. “Yeah.” Was the only response and you had to fight to remember how to breathe. Your chest constricted painfully and tears stung behind your eyes. This was why she’s been avoiding me?

“And it scares you because you could lose her. Because you think she’ll see you as you are and run…or someone’ll come for her.” Steve knew what it felt like. He had been there more than enough times.

When there was no sound from Nat, you assumed she’d given him some sort of cue.

The silence that followed was almost deafening, if only for the pulse thundering in you ears. You almost thought they’d left the room, when Nat’s voice carried around the corner. “What does it matter now?” You cringed. Her voice was bitter. Sharp and biting. “What do you mean?” “I’ve already messed up Steve. She’s already gone.” Under that sharpness was something else. Something that made you brace against the wall to stop yourself from throwing your body into the kitchen. You wanted to shake her, tell her that she was wrong. But you didn’t. You waited. “Nat,” Steve sighed. “Y/N isn’t like us. She might have powers. And she’s been through a lot. More than what we know. But she faces those things head on. Her fears, her flaws, her mistakes. All of it.” Steve paused a moment before he spoke again. “Look, I don’t have a lot of experience when it comes to this sort of thing. But I can see that Y/N cares about you. A lot. Just go talk to her. Y/N’s been trying to get a hold of you for days.” “I know.” “You know.” “I’ve been avoiding her.” Nat almost sounded guilty. Ashamed. Steve’s sigh was bigger this time. “Nat-“ “I kissed her, Steve.” The air was suddenly gone from the room. You couldn’t breathe. “I kissed her and I ran. I haven’t spoken to her. I haven’t trained her.” Natasha’s voice had started to shake. Ever, ever so slightly. “I kissed her and I just left her there. I. Messed. Up.” You could tell she wasn’t crying, but it was the closest you’d heard her come to it. As much as you were angry. As much as you were hurt, you hadn’t considered a reason why Nat had run that wasn’t your fault. You had been at least a little selfish. Nat was scared and you hadn’t realised. With Nat’s confession, you stepped around the corner. Thankfully, Nat was standing with her back to you, her head down. She hadn’t seen you yet. Steve caught your gaze over Nat’s head and when he moved around her, he said nothing. He knew you’d heard. As the super soldier left the room he called over his shoulder. “Now’s a good time to fix it!” Natasha swivelled so fast she almost fell over. “Y/N!” It was the first time you’d seen her even remotely rattled. “Why didn’t you tell me?” Your voice was barely more than a whisper, hurt evident in your tone.

Nat cast panicked eyes everywhere but toward your face. Like she was trying to find the best route to escape the room. “I couldn’t-I didn’t mean-I just-if you-“ You stepped closer and Nat promptly closed her mouth, involuntarily stepping backward. “Nat, I heard everything. I know you were-are scared.” You continued to walk forward. Slowly. Tentatively. Nat continued to walk backward, stopping when her back hit the kitchen countertop. Your hand lifted, itching to just be able to touch her and when she flinched, you paused. But when you read no rejection, you let your palm rest against her cheek. Nat’s gaze was glued to yours and you could almost see the thoughts racing behind it. “You don’t have to be scared, Nat. Not about this. Not about losing me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not running. Not from this. From your past. From you.” Tears stung your eyes, throat tightening enough to make your voice crack. “I want you. All of you. Everything. Good and bad because all of what you’ve been through makes you who you are now. And that’s what’s important to me.” Wetness fell onto the hand against Natasha’s face and it took you a moment to realise the assassin was crying. “And what if someone else takes you from me? I couldn’t live with myself if I let something happen to you.”

You gave her a wry smile. “You need to trust me. You need to trust in my abilities. I might not be an assassin. Or a super soldier. Or a demigod. But you’ve seen what I can do and what I’m capable of.” Your smile softened. “You can’t be there to protect me, every second of every day. Worrying about me like this…it’ll tear you apart. It’ll kill you. And you and I both know that if you ‘let’ that happen, I’ll bring you back just so I can kick your ass.” Nat laughed. It was clipped and short. But she laughed and the sound made that knot in your throat a little less painful.

“I know what I’m signing up for, Nat. I know the risks and I’m willing to take the chance. Because I love you and I have for a while.” You could have sworn she stopped breathing and before you could ask her if she was okay, Nat surged forward. Nat’s mouth was on yours, hard and bruising with a clash of teeth but you didn’t care. Nat’s hands found their way to your waist and yours found their way to her hair, a gentle tug on the blonde waves was enough to ease her urgency. The kiss softened and when you finally broke apart, Nat tucked herself under your chin and wrapped her arms around your middle. “I can’t promise I won’t worry and I…don’t know how to do this. Not for real.” “I know. But I’ll always be here to help you figure it out.” “I’m sorry I ignored you, Y/N.” There was that tightness to her voice again and you pulled away from her, tilting her head up so her eyes met yours. “I know. Just remember you don’t have to run from me, yeah?” “I don’t deserve-“ “Stop.” Your tone was harsher than you intended, but it made Nat pause. “Please don’t. You know exactly what I’ll say. And you HAVE to trust me. Can you?” Nat’s green eyes stared up at you…and into you. Searching for something. What, you didn’t know. Though after another moment, she seemed to find it. She didn’t say anything. Just stepped back into your arms, tucking herself tight against you. You both knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Both knew It could hit the fan at any moment. Both knew you could lose the other in a fraction of a second. But you both felt too much for one another to not take the chance. Both had gone through too much, given too much. Had too much taken from you, not give yourselves a chance at something this beautiful. A/N: So! I have a crap ton of ships to get through and a couple fic requests, that I will be working on this week. I cannot apologise enough for being so MIA, I have just been hella busy. I will get through everyone’s requests as quickly as possible and give you the best stuff I can xx  Hope you enjoy this one! - J xoxo

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Hey can I get a Marvel ship please?? I am 5’3 straight female with light brown wavy hair and green eyes. I love to draw, take pictures, and play basketball. My favorite color is blue. At first I come out as a shy awkward girl but after a while my loud weird side comes out. I love to watch movies and to play with my dog. Most people say that I am kind and friendly. I know you are probably busy, but it will mean a lot to me if you could do this. Thank youuu ❤️ @ionacasco

I ship you with Steve!!! OH MY GOSH! THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE!!! That would just be the cutest thing! Okay, so! True green eyes are just freaking gorgeous and totally irresistible, for Steve that is no different!  Both you and Steve love to draw, so I think part of your bonding would be showing each other your artwork.  he’d love seeing how you view the world through the pictures you take. You’ve always got your phone or camera in hand to capture the beauty around you, no matter how small. No matter what it is. Favourite colour is blue? Well, damn! Because, it’s the colour of his eyes and that suit of his ;) so you’re pretty well covered! I think Steve could definitely relate to you being shy and awkward around people at first, not really knowing what to say or how to act. But once you’re comfortable, that quirky, goofy side comes out and it’s cute af!! You always manage to put a smile on Steve’s face when you’re comfortable enough to show what’s goin’ on in that head of yours. I think the whole team would appreciate your dog being around. Doggos are always a comfort and brighten the darkest times, so yeah, the team would freak every time you bring them around the base. You’re kindness would definitely be a draw for Steve.  All-in-all, you guys would simultaneously be the most adorable and ultimate power couple :p

A/N: Thank you for being so patient and I hope you like your ship! - J xoxo

[numberonefrancisforeststan]

“i really liked your post!”

Thanks How About You Reblog It :)

[numberonefrancisforeststan]

just in case you’re wondering what i’m talking about:

13%, 21%, a whooping 30%, 15%, 21% again. and those are the stories that do well.

it’s almost like tumblr has a reblog button you could USE

LIKE IT? REBLOG IT!

it’s not fucking difficult.

[numberonefrancisforeststan]

also i love how i gotta make these posts practically every time after i publish something.

look, i don’t give a fuck about money. i’m writing fic for fun. if you wanna throw a billion dollars at me, sure, you do you.

but literally all i want, all we all want, is for our stuff to be acknowledged. spread. REBLOGGED. 

because obviously you read it and liked it, right?

so now all you have to do is hit that little button. it looks a little like this

and then that’s that. 

or, on ao3, you write “i really liked this! thank you for sharing!”. and that’s that.

it takes absolutely ZERO EFFORT, and it makes you happy (because you liked what you just read) and it makes us happy (because our work can get potentially more readers), and everyone is happy.

and instead, there’s likes all around. 

and likes are a little like seeing someone having their arms full with things and they drop their keys and you walk past and say “hey dude, i hope that works out for you!”

writers spend hours, even days and weeks or months on fics, pouring ourselves into it, forgoing sleep and food sometimes just to finish something because we hope you’ll like it.

and we get a litte ❤️ for our troubles and that’s it.

and especially when you get statistics like above - 42 likes and 9 reblogs - it feels like a kick to the face. 

if every writer only wrote for themselves (”as you’re supposed to do uwu”), there wouldn’t be a single fic out there, because we’d keep all the fics. but we write for our audience too, hoping we’ll hear back, hoping people will spread our fics, “hey, look at this cool thing i read!”.

and that doesn’t happen.

so you start thinking “hey, maybe i shouldn’t publish this. it’s bad anyways, right? and it doesn’t make a difference if i do. it’s not like anyone cares.”

how many thousands and thousands of words for your favorite ship do you think are out there, saved on hard drives by authors who’ve given up wishing to publish their things, because “nobody cares.”

reblogging and commenting seems to be at an all time low at the moment. and you know what happens when you, the supplier, feel like there’s no demand out there? 

you stop supplying.

because nobody cares enough to want to share it.

“thoughts and prayers with your fic! it was so good!” that’s what the like button means, to make an extreme comparison here.

and honestly, i don’t understand why.

reblog. your. writers. it’s all we ask for.

[ashaftermidnight-deactivated201]

No writers or artists are trying to sound “whiny” by asking for this. It’s literally how our work gets any recognition since we’re not doing it for money. If you’d like to make a writer’s day or an artist’s day, please consider reblogging works that you love. I promise you will put a smile on their face. <3 <3 <3

[prettyblossoms]

Very, very true! 

[richietoaster]

GOOD POST

[heraclesmaximoff]

We read the tags too, want to rant in them, go right ahead, I promise we’ll see them. 

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Hey do u accept request for tv series dominion? If so i would really hope for some fic on archangel michael on that fandom pls.🙏🙏

Hey! Sorry, I don’t write for Dominion. You can find the fandoms I write for on the Fandoms link/page at the top :) - J xoxo

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Can I request a matchup? Im 5'6. I have shoulder length brown hair, blue eyes, and I love reading, writing, working on cars, singing, painting and baking. I love dogs. I have a serious attitude problem but cry easily. I'm not shy. I have 9 ear piercings. My nose and belly button pierced and 6 tattoos. I'm impulsive and wide open, depressed or high and calm. I try to help everyone and often neglect myself. Super sarcastic. Sometimes funny. (Thanks if you do it. If not it's cool)

Hey, Nonnie! I’d love to do a ship for you. Can you send me a fandom/series/movie/franchise to work from? I have someone in mind, but I don’t want to write it and have you not like it ;) - J xoxo

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Hi! I was wondering if I could get my male Marvel ship? I’m a small, tan, girl with short, dark, curly hair. I wear glasses and am 5 foot. I like art,music,movies/theatre,pretty much anything creative. I do like to sing & dance, but only in the comfort of my room! Aside from arts and lunch, history is my favorite subject. Im quite around people I dont know, but am SUPER animated when you get to know me, I love to laugh! I dress either cute oldschool or edgy modern. THANKS SO MUCH! @marvel-ing-at-it-all

I ship you with Bucky!!!

FOR A START. Height difference!!!! Lawdy. This beefcake is tall AF and you guys would be hella cute! Ever since the 40′s Bucky has low-key had a thing for a dame in glasses ;) he thinks they’re cute and smart and well...sexy. Steve knows Bucky has this thing, but Bucky doesn’t know Steve knows and you know that, which is hilarious. Bucky also has such a huge respect for creatives and creative arts. Mostly because he isn’t ‘creative’ and can’t do much of it.  Buck would definitely take you on dates to the theatre and the movies. It’s also an excuse for him to be closer to you and he isn’t as shy to reach out and touch you.  AS for singing and dancing? He knows you’re shy about it. And despite your best efforts, Bucky has caught you singing to yourself more than once. The first couple of times, he doesn’t say anything. He just listens and when you’ve finished, he silently slips away. He’s just thankful to have been able to hear your voice.  BUT when he busted you dancing, he walked into the room and manages to coax you into dancing with him. Once he spun you around the room, lifting you and pulling you close to the faster music. Another time, he found you in the base’s kitchen, making treats, swaying to the music gently. He walked up behind you, wrapped his arms around you and you both just swayed together. Steve came looking for Bucky and found the two of you. He just smiled and left, heart soaring that his best friend has found someone so good for him. With history being your favourite subject and dating Bucky, the team thinks it’s hilarious. Steve included! Sam and Nat give you the most crap though! You’ll walk out of your shared room in the morning and Nat will say something like ‘Hey! how much did you ‘study’, last night?’ Sam will inevitably join in and the both will just go back and forth making puns. At first, it annoyed Bucky, just because he thought it might upset you. But when you actually join in and make puns of your own, he can’t help but laugh. Bucky high-key LOVES it when you dress old-school. Even Steve has to remind Bucky to keep his hands to himself at least SOME of the time :p  A/N: Here you go, gorgeous! Enjoy! - J xoxox

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

hi! could i please have a ship for marvel, the walking dead and/or supernatural?? i'm 5'4, hufflepuff, bisexual with brown hair and hazel eyes. i'm somewhat studious and more creative than logical. i love writing, reading, drawing, ice-skating, sculpting, theatre and going to concerts. my music taste varies from musicals to rock/pop punk like MCR and P!ATD. I hate crowds, unless it's a moshpit. i'm generally quiet and want to be a writer, artist or therapist. thank you!! @becausethisisnow

I ship you with Clint!!!

Clint would absolutely love your creative side. It’d be something quiet and calm for him, something ‘normal’. Something totally different to the usual life of an Avenger. Plus, he’d get to see how you express yourself and how happy bringing your imaginings to life would make you.  Clint would definitely take you ice skating. It would be one of those cute date nights, where the both of you could just get away from everything else and only focus on each other.  I think Clint would be a pretty musical person and I can see you showing him your favourite music. Clint wouldn’t really be into punk but after being shown certain songs and how punk and goth rock/pop relies so heavily on their lyrics and going against corruption, injustice and intolerance. Watching you rock out, he’d get busted by Nat listening to some of your fav songs. He’d get a cheeky, knowing smile from her and Clint would just roll his eyes. After that, he’d take you to concerts and the both of you would end up in the mosh. He’d even start finding gigs of smaller bands and artists. Even just finding some you maybe hadn’t listened to before. All-in-all, you guys would have a pretty normal relationship. You’d be one of the people that the team would rely on for stability and grounding them. They would all adore you and Nat even more so. You’d be like a sister to her and be one of the few people she could trust.  Which just makes Clint love you even more :p

I ship you with Rick!!!

Unfortunately, in the world as is, materials and supplies for your creative side are few and far between, if you can find them at all. But any time Rick goes out for supplies, or sends others, he makes sure that people keep a lookout and if they can, if it’s safe, to grab whatever they can for you )and others) to indulge in your passions. You’re only human after all and getting to draw, read and write will keep people sane. Unfortunately, there aren’t too many chances to listen to music anymore. BUT! There are some musical people (including you) that will sit together to give the rest of your group little shows :D When those happen, Rick can’t take his eyes off of you. And Daryl gives him shit for it :p Your passion for mental therapy is actually a huge help for Rick and the rest of the group. The others know that they can come to you with pretty much anything and you’ll be there to hear them and help them where you can.

I ship you with Jack!!!

Can I just say you guys would be cute AF??? Jack is so innocent and naive of the world, so when you end up with the boys, you immediately take to showing Jack your favourite music. Even showing him footage from you at concerts and rocking in the mosh. Jack can’t believe it! It’s so intense but everyone looks like they’re having so much fun! He makes you promise that when he can convince Dean, you are going to take Jack to a concert. Jack is intrigued by your sexuality. He understands what it means, he just finds it so fascinating that humans can have such different and fluid orientations. Jack is fairly tall, so you guys would have a super cute height difference!  He probably finds one of your art books one day and before he even realises he’s doing it, Jack is flipping through your works. You bust him and he gushes about how amazing they are. How amazing you are for having such a fantastic imagination. Lucky for you, Dean has a bit of a soft spot for you. So when you ask if you can at least, just for now, take Jack ice-skating, he agrees. As long as Sam chaperones :p which means, Sam relays all the adorable awkwardness back to Dean and you never hear the end of it. Jack is still to naive to really quite get why you keep blushing so hard when they bring it up.  But surprisingly, all of Team Free Will 2.0, approve of the two of you being together. You keep teaching Jack about social and pop culture that’s more appropriate for his age. The boys and Cas are the big bros and watch out for the both of you and even train you up to help them out on hunts! A/N: I KNOWWWWW this took me so long. I apologise profusely. I hope you like it! - J xoxox

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Are you doing ships? When will you answer them?

Hey, I am definitely still writing requests! I know it’s been a super long time since I’ve written one and all I can say is ‘life’. This blog isn’t the only thing I have going on in my life. I work full-time, I have had 2 (now 3) sports that I play. I also coach and umpire for one. Not to mention just everyday life with family, friends and dealing with shit when it hits the fan. Then there’s lack of inspiration because I’ve been crazy busy the last couple months or so. In saying all that, I want to emphasise, I am human. I’m not a machine or software that an just spit out pieces of creative work on command. And trust me, I am more than aware of the fact that people are waiting on me to write these things. I’m always remembering and reminding myself to get some done. I want to give you guys the best possible work that I can, because I care about the requests i get and i want give something that will really be something you enjoy. I am currently in the process of writing some ships and other requests. I am sorry that it’s been so long, please be patient with me. Your requests WILL get posted. And I will tag people where I can, so that you know when they’re up.Nonnie, don’t take this answer personally. It’s my honest explanation and goes out to anyone who has been asking me this. If you’ve sent me a request, it will be posted. - J xoxo 

[multi-fandom-imagines13]

Hello! Did you get my ship request? Because I’ve had several situations before where I sent something to people and they somehow didn’t get it. Thank you in advance, have a nice day!

Hey, without any details about the request I can’t say for sure, because I don’t know who you are or what your ship request was xx