*I write for a variety of genres, and fandoms. Writer is F, so I tend to write with the Reader being F. But I also try to write gender neutral as well!
*I do not write smut,abuse or any other triggering subjects!
FANDOMS
Arrowverse
The Vampire Diaries Universe
Supernatural
Doctor Who
Marvel
X-Men (Movies only)
Once Upon a Time
The Last of Us (Games + Show)
Detroit:Become Human
Big Time Rush (Show only)
A Discovery of Witches
Alien
True Blood
Miscellaneous (Like various projects actors I like have been in, or childhood shows!
Just posted the first six chapterâs of my Loki fic. A Sense of Belonging.
This fic isnât entirely new. Awhile back I did have it up, but took it down. So, this is a rewrite of the original!
Pairing
Loki Laufeyson x Sarah Kane (OC)
Relationship
Platonic, Friendship
Genre
Action, Drama, Found Family
Summary:
Sarah Kane is a super-powered teenager who is under the guidance of her Mentor and Guardian, Agent Mobius. One of the TVA's most exceptional Anaylsts.
Having spent her whole life in the TVA, Sarah has never gotten the chance to show her true potential, or find her purpose. But things begin so quickly change around her when the TVA apprehends a very dangerous Variant who turns out to be The God of Mischief himself. Loki Laufeyson.
When Loki and Sarah are brought together to embark on a journey of chaos and mystery, the two slowly begin to connect with one another and form an unlikely friendship.
Together, can they figure out the secrets that hide behind the TVA while also discovering their own purpose?
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Sarah Kane is a super-powered teenager who is under the guidance of her Mentor and Guardian, Agent Mobius. One of the TVA's most e
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A/N: I had some NSFW imagines and x readers up before. But I had deleted them. So, I decided to start over. đ
Warnings: NSFW content!
Imagine: During your travel in the Engineers Ship, David finding a pleasurable solution to your boredom.
Moans and whimpers left your mouth.
You bucked your hips. Grinding yourself up and down against the fingers buried deep inside of you.
Davidâs.
For so long, you had been stuck on this ship. Day in and day out. Nowhere to go. Nothing to do. And after so long, you realized you couldnât quite take it anymore. It was driving you mad.
You had tried to find things to occupy your time. Help cure your boredom.
But nothing was seeming to help.
Then, David came along. Suggested that perhaps you needed to try a different activity. Something more âstimulatingâ as he put it.
âFuck. Yes.â
âIt seems my suggestion is working well for you.â David husked into your ear.
You kept bucking. âMm. Seems so.â
âIâll gladly go as long as you need me to.â David increased the pace of his fingering. His thumb even grazing your clit.
Imagine: Admitting to Obi-Wan You Feel Worried For Anakin
A/N: First Star Wars x reader! Hope you like it. đ
Dread.
All day, that feeling lingered inside of you. Gnawed at you.
And overtime, it began to become more obvious. Noticeable. Those closest to you, could tell something was wrong.
And one of those people, was Obi-Wan Kenobi. The man who was not just your friend. Someone you considered your family. But, also your Jedi Master. Your teacher.
Side by side, you and Obi-Wan walked together. Through the halls of the Jedi Temple.
And he chose to finally break the silence.
âYouâre awfully quiet today.â
Your head peered over. âYes. I suppose I have been.â
âAre you alright?â He asked, curiously.
âNot really, Master.â
Obi-Wan pondered on that. Took a moment to think.
âAlright. What troubles you then?â
Part of you wanted to keep it in. Dismiss your worried thoughts. But you knew there would be no point.
Heâd still sense your feelings.
âIâve had this bad feeling all day.â
You swallowed.
âIâm worried about Anakin. I donât know. Itâs just⊠Obi-Wan I canât explain it.â You tell him.
Just dropped the first chapter of my first Teen Wolf fanfic. Forever family!
Itâs up on Wattpad now.
Follows my OC. Sarah Stilinski. Who is Claudia and Noahâs adopted daughter, as well as Stiles adopted sister.
Summary: The lives of Sarah Stilinski and her adopted brother Stiles will change forever when after one night their friend Scott Mccall is bitten in the woods and begins to transform into something inhuman.
Will they learn to deal with the discovery of Supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills?
What dangers does the future have in store?
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The lives of Sarah Stilinski and her adopted brother Stiles will change forever when after one night their friend Scott Mccall is bitten in
Dropping by because I have a new fic. An Alien Earth one!
This fic follows my OC, Sarah Mills. Employee of Prodigy Cooperation and Boy Kavalier. Who works on the island.
The main relationship is between Sarah and Kirsh! Itâs strictly platonic. But, Kirsh will cares for her. Is protective of her. She will also be close with the Hybrids of well.
Feel protective of them.
It follows Season 1. And I am hoping to continue through the next season as well
FIC IS BEING CROSSPOSTED ON WATTPAD AND AO3!
SUMMARY:
21 year old Sarah Mills has spent the past four years of her life dedicating herself to her employer. Boy Kavalier. The CEO of Prodigy Cooperation. She aims to be loyal, and hard working. Grateful for the opportunity he's given her.
But then comes Boy's newest science experiment. The Hybrids.
Children's minds in Synthetics bodies.
And Sarah finds herself questioning not just Boy. But her loyalties. Forcing her to have to make a difficult decision.
if you guys really like a fic you should, like, actually engage with it & leave kudos & comments btw. recently on reddit someone talked about their experience in fandom after they deleted all their fics bc they felt ostracized & lonely (no one talked to them, no one commented on the fics). right after doing that, the person started getting messages on their social media profiles from different users telling them the fics meant so much, they raved about them in discord servers, etc etc.
like that guts me, you know? because writing IS kind of a lonely experience and when you share your writing you want to CONNECT with others. but if no one comments, if no one talks to you, if they make you feel like you're screaming into an empty room, of course you're gonna delete everything & leave. of course you're gonna be pissed off when suddenly out of "nowhere" others start popping up talking about how much them & their discord server loved your fic.
HAVE THOSE CONVERSATIONS OFF DISCORD. HAVE THEM WITH THE WRITER. we are fans too! like damn. can we not make people feel extra lonely or something. leave kudos. leave comments. talk to writers!!
People sharing things in fucking discord servers and talking about them exclusively on those servers instead of talking to the person who made the thing they're all enjoying so much has been absolute poison to fandom and to creating things on the internet in general. If someone posts something in a server you're in and you like it, I know it's more effort than just staying where you are and chatting about it there but please, please click through and share at least some of what's being said with the person who made it! And maybe reblog/reskeet/boost it on the platform where they posted it while you're there! It'll mean the world to them, I promise.
Hearing that people have enjoyed what you made means the world to us and makes all of our work worthwhile. :')
Sarah Anderson was leaned back in her chair. Her feet propped up on the desk.
There was a pen between her fingers. She turned and twisted it. Fiddling with it, purely as a form of self stimulation.
For the last 10 minutes she was watching David. Silently and patiently waiting for him. While he gave her work a glance at. Looking for any problems. And making sure it looked suitable.
"Your work appears to be completely satisfactory." He tells her.
"That means it's good, right?"
David turned his head. Looking away from the screen, to her.
"Yes, Miss Anderson." David gave a nod of his head. "I see nothing absolutely nothing to suggest otherwise."
"Good."
"Did you have any specific questions?" David questioned.
"No, not particularly."
She shakes her head.
"I was certain I did well."
"Well you were correct." He assured.
"I'm glad."
That certainly was reliving.
It was reassuring to know that she had done her job well. Correctly. And didn't make any kind of mistakes.
It wasn't that she was afraid of making a mistake. She wasn't.
She was realistic. She knew that she was bound to miss something. Make a tiny mistake. After all, nobody was perfect. Sometimes you can't always be a perfectionist.
But she would prefer to leave any errors. Especially with Vickers.
"Is there anything else I can assist you with?"
She thought.
"Uh, no. Don't think so."
"Are you sure? I'd be happy to continue giving your work a look through." David swiveled his chair. So his body was facing her. "Or perhaps I could make you another cup of coffee?" He gestured with his hand.
Towards the desk. Where the empty mug was resting.
Sarah finally put the pen down.
"No. One cup was plenty."
"Don't wanna be kept up all night?" David inquired, with a head tilt.
"No, definitely not." She laughs.
"Understandable."
"I want to get some good sleep tonight." She tells him. "Tomorrow will probably be another hectic day. So I'll definitely need it."
And she didn't want to have any more caffeine. Risk being kept up.
Exhausted.
"Of course."
He nods.
"And you're certain you don't need anything?"
"I'm good, David. Really. I don't need anything else." She assured.
"If you say so." David replied.
Maybe I should let him stay?
He'd been so kind and generous to her. So maybe she could let him stay with her for a while? Give him a break.
For a change.
And actuality, it would be nice. To have some company.
She had began to warm up to David. Become comfortable in his presence. She liked being around him. Talking to him. And even, wished to know more about him.
To know him as more than just a synthetic. Than as some servant to the crew.
But more...personally.
"David?"
"Yes, Miss Anderson?" He inquired.
"Do you have anywhere else you need to be?"
David thought for a moment.
"No. I don't suppose."
"Would you like to stay here a little longer?" Her eyes softened. And she gave him a kind, and gentle smile.
David tilts his head.
"You would like me to stay with you?"
"I would love it if you did." She nods.
David did not answer immediately.
He simply stared. Perhaps, processing her request.
She imagined that wasn't the type of question he would get often. Or maybe, not ever. Especially, since many of the crew did seem too fond of him. Nor did they seem to even bother acknowledging his existence.
No one wanted his company.
"I...would not wish to impose."
"You wouldn't be." She replied quickly.
"If you are certain."
"I am." She lowered her feet from the desk, sitting up properly now. "I'd be cool to sit here and talk to you."
She turned her chair to face him.
"You know. In an 'out of work' kinda way."
"I see." He nodded his head , understanding the implication. "You wish to converse in a non professional setting."
"Yeah."
"I see no problem with that." He agreed.
"Great."
âAnd what particularly do you want to talk about?â He asked.
Imagine: Learning Scott is a werewolf and going to Stiles because you know he knows.
âIâŠwhat did you j-just say?â
Stiles stood just across from you. Frozen and wide eyed.
âYou heard what I said Stiles.â Though from the looks of it? It seemed he wasnât quite processing it yet.
Stiles let out a nervous laugh. Taking a step backwards. Raising up his hands. âIâm sorry. Itâs just, I could have sworn you just said that you know my buddy Scottâs a werewolf. Thatâs absurd.â
âBecause, itâs true.â You stated.
âCome on, Werewolves arenât real.â He dismissed the idea with a wave.
Stomping across the room, you clenched your jaw. âNo fucking way. I am not helping you.â
Time and time again, you helped Eric Northman. Did his favors. And it never failed, that you had to pay the price for your generosity.
But this time?
No. You werenât going to so easily give into his demands. Not when it meant putting a target on your back. Getting hurt. Or almost killed. You werenât fed up.
âBold for you to assume Iâm asking.â
âEvery time I do you a favor I nearly get killed.â You snap.
He stared.
âAnd Iâm tired of it.â
âI apologize that recent events have been less than ideal.â He replied. âBut itâs of great importance that you assist me.â
âGet someone else to do it.â
âIf I had anyone else, do you think Iâd be coming to you?â
A jumble of words and numbers were displayed on the screen. Information. Data, in which had collected by the survey team on LV-223.
Curled up in her chair, Sarah Anderson sat at her workstation. In front of the screen. Eyes fixated on studying and interpreting the data. Working. Her fingers were wrapped around a mug of coffee in her hands. A blanket, draped over her legs.
The coffee. The blanket. She believed they would both offer her warmth, and comfort. Give her a sense of calmness. Something to aid her avoiding from getting distracted by anything. The last thing she wanted was to be caught slacking or goofing off. Especially, when Meredith Vickers could be lurking around any corner. Watching. Waiting.
She then shifted her position in the seat. To avoid any cramps. Since, she had been sitting that way for a while.
She brings the mug up to her lips. Taking a drink of coffee.
The hot liquid soothing her throat.
"Having this space to myself is so nice."
She truly appreciated David for procuring this space for her. Ensuring that she was isolated. Allowing her to have privacy.
And it was nice, because she had a quiet place to concentrate. To escape to.
From the chaos.
Her eyes darted over. To an object sitting on her desk beside her.
A photograph.
A framed photograph. The photograph, was of three figures. Sarah, 21 years old at the time. The other two were her parents. Her mother standing on one side of her. Her father on the other. She'd been squished in the middle between them, during a group hug.
Sarah slowly lowered the mug.
Then, she placed it down into the desk. Putting it aside.
At the sight of the photograph, she felt a tug at her chest. Because, she had remembered the day it was taken. Very clearly.
It was the day she had been forced to say her goodbyes. The last time she saw them.
The day she left for the mission.
She picked up the photograph. Her thumb brushing against the glass.
"Mom, Dad." She mutters.
She wouldn't forget the last she saw them.
The way her Mother was trying so hard not to weep. Trying to be strong. But, so obviously not doing very well.
Her Fathers quiet and gentle reassurances. To console her.
Her own quick quips to lighten the mood.
That day had been sad. Because, they were sending her away. Their daughter. Their only child. Letting her go off into the stars. Not knowing how long she'd be gone. What might happen to her.
I know you were scared for me to go.
Of course they would worry. They were her parents.
But, it all seemed to turn out okay.
It's okay.
I'm okay.
"I know you guys must miss me."
She imagined how quiet the house must of been for them. How lonely.
That being apart from her was hard.
And she knew this, because for her it felt the same. Being so far away from them for so long? Made her ache.
Made her feel a little empty.
I miss you guys, so much.
Of course, she tried not to let her feelings distract her. Get in the way.
Try not to completely lose herself.
She wanted to be strong. For them. For herself. For the sake of making every minute of her time and her effort on this mission count. All in the hopes of what they would find. And the thought of doing what she wanted.
Make them proud.
But I swear, I'm going to make you proud.
I won't let you down.
She closed her eyes. Holding the photograph close to her chest.
Letting the memory of their voices linger. The 'I love yous' and 'We're proud.' The bittersweet expressions on their faces.
The warmth of their hug.
"I know I'll see you again someday."
And as she opened her eyes, suddenly she felt something wet. On her face.
She reached up.
She gently touched her cheek. Where it had become wet. From the tear that had managed to escape from her eye.
Roll down.
"Miss Anderson?"
David's voice suddenly filling the room, caught her attention. Making her head snap over.
To where he had entered.
She blinks. "Huh?"
"Miss Anderson, are you alright?"
David stands in place. Head titled as he analyzed the sight before him.
She blinked again.
"Oh. I...I'm sorry...I..."
He stared.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, yeah. Everything's good."
He then takes a step closer.
"Are you okay?"
She glanced down at the photo.
"Yeah, I'm..."
She raised her arm up. Then, wiping her face with the sleeve of her crew uniform. Getting rid of the tear.
Then sniffled.
"I'm good."
âI apologize for interrupting.â
âNo. No. Itâs okay. You werenât interrupting anything.â She shakes her head.
âYou appear distressed.â
She pressed her lips together.
âI just had a little moment to myself thatâs all. Got lost really.â She explained, simply. Then, cleared her throat.
Trying to keep her composure.
âWhat's up?"
"Miss Vickers sent me." She stared. And he went on to further explain. "She asked me to come and check up on you. To see if you were making any progress with your work and if you needed any assistance."
Her brow furrowed.
"She sent you just to check on me?"
"I suppose perhaps it may have also been to ensure that you weren't neglecting your duties." He said. "Or getting into any trouble."
"I suppose that checks out." She mutters.
This didn't seem to surprise her. She fully expected it from Vickers.
"Figured she'd try to snoop somehow."
"Purely professional of course." David assured her.
"Yeah. Sure."
David stepped foward again.
Then, walking across the room. Over to her desk. He stops beside her chair, tilting his head down to look at her.
âHow is your work going?â
âGood. Itâs going good.â She reached out. Picked up her coffee mug. Then, taking another drink out of it. âI was just reviewing the data collected from LV-223 by the survey team.â
He looked over to the screen. Giving it a brief glance over.
Then, hums.
âI see.â
âSo far, everything looks okay. Havenât found anything concerning.â She stated.
Of course, she didnât mind if he wanted to give it a look. Double check her. See if she missed anything.
A second pair of eyes could be useful.
âBut, I could have overlooked something.â
âThatâs certainly always a possibility.â David nodded.
âDo you need to look it over thoroughly?â
âI suppose I can, if itâs what youâd like me to do.â He then gestured to the empty chair sitting next to her own.
Asking permission to take a seat in it. And to join her.
âMay I?â
âGo ahead.â She gives a little smile.
âExcellent.â
David then lowered himself into the seat. And sits down.
The following is the prologue to my X-Men Fanfiction. Magnetic Bonds!
A platonic! Erik Lehnsherr x OC story.
This fic will be cross posted. Mainly on my Wattpad. And I will be uploading the chapters to AO3 as well. đ (Links to those on my Masterlist!!)
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Days.
Weeks.
Months.
With the endless training. The never ending experiments. Eight year old Sarah Jackson, never knew how much time had passed.
Since he came that night. Barged into their home.
Killed her parents, abducted her.
All she had known, was the sting of the needles. The cold operating table against her skin. The creaking of pipes and dripping of water that were the only sounds to fill the loneliness of the small cell she was imprisoned in.
The voice.
His voice. Shaw. The way it was always filled with fake affection, whilst delivering broken promises and lies to her face.
Trying to hide his ill intentions.
Day after day, she lived in fear. Was inflicted with pain.
Never believing it was going to end.
Then one day, everything had suddenly changed. When he came.
The man. The stranger whose powers mirrored her own. Powers he had used to rip open the metal doors of her cell.
The man who pulled her into his arms. Without hesitation. Told her to hold on tight. Who carried her through the hallways filled with blaring alarms and flashing lights. Never stopping. Never looking back. Especially as the sound of heavy footsteps, yelling and gunfire followed behind them.
That man, wasn't just a stranger.
He had been a survivor. Once a victim, just like her long ago.
He had been the one who had freed her. Saved her from that hell-hole. And gave her a second chance.
