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)

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

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

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

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

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

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