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galactiquest · 2 years

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Wow, it's almost been two years since I last posted on this self-ship/self-insert blog.

Some people might think I moved on from the whole self-ship thing, and, well, I haven't. I've still got a laundry list of kissable characters, that'll probably never change. I've been posting on other platforms, which has been easier than keeping a consistent blog up (I was really struggling with consistency in 2020, now that I'm a bit more... stable, I could probably achieve that on a blog).

I think the real reason I stopped this blog is because of the expectations of a good chunk of the self-ship community.

Now, I get it. The idea of self-ship in general may be kind of "cringe" to the average joe (but I could also say that most anyone has done it if they ever had fantasies as a teenager). It's hard to be out and open about it. But there's a huge divide between getting requests for writing and actually communicating with peers.

I'll level with anyone who wasn't aware--reigenquest used to be part self-ship, part request taking (it was under a different user back then) and I got requests on the daily. I think the most I ever got was 20-30 requests sitting in my ask box at once. Do you know how many times people asked about myself, about my own self-ships...?

A few times. I've had maybe two people maximum, who I did not know beforehand(!) who were willing to ask me about my journey, my story, even indulge me in a few fantasies. And, of course, the occasional friend who was also somewhat involved in self-shipping who would indulge me right back.

There's a lot of give-and-take in this community. But I felt like I was giving so much, and not getting very much back at all. Anyone here remember that F/O takeover day? I got, maybe, three asks maximum from that day. And I had to beg for it. At first I got no asks, because I wasn't taking requests.

It really ate away at my passion for the blog. I wanted to use reigenquest as a way to connect with the community in a semi-anonymous way, even discuss self-ships with others even if they wanted to hide behind an anonymous ask. But no one wanted to hear about me... and it hurt!

So, let's level.

Hi, my name is Jason, or you may have seen the nickname Host on some websites. I'm 20 years old. I'm working on a degree in Computer Science. And I am so full of love for so many characters that it's hard to keep track of...

I'm thinking I'm going to refresh this blog, since I finally have the energy to do so, but this time I'm hoping that maybe the community will ask to connect with me a little more. This blog is just shy of 500 followers (quite a lot for me!) and a lot of them are leftover from the days when I wrote for, ah... a certain fandom I kinda sorta don't want to be connected with anymore (it happens).

And to the few friends, or, well, just one friend I made through this blog--I'm sorry about the radio silence. I hope you've been well.

TL;DR: The self-ship community needs to take care of each other. It's difficult when you give scenarios, writing, etc. to others, but rarely get much back. Please please please just be kind to each other, even if you can only give a little back.

#text #yeah i forgot the tags for this blog but. yeah.#long post #and i really am sorry for the nearly 2 year radio silence #i'll probably start cleaning up this blog soon after this post uploads so... yeah

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rucow · 1 year

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(WIP under the read more....🙈) are u even living if u haven't drawn yourself with ur favourite character??? 🥹

#i may be cringe but i am free #i dont have to specify which one is me right?? right????#i forgot i never post pics here like i do on twt so none of u know what i look like 😭#im just a mini phantom but not as cool and also im still young sorta #myart #will delete once i upload the finished version....👉👈#wait omg im 10 years younger than the phantom? huh thats not too bad #we're going to move somewhere nice and build a life together and grow old together :)#okey goodnight sorry for the . me 💔

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churipu · 4 months

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hi i wanted to ask since your requests are open but can u write abt jjk guys (gojo, geto and maybe megumi as well) and how it would be like arguing with them? thank youuu~

ARGUMENTS WITH JJK MEN ˚｡𖦹

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

warnings. cursing on toji's :)

note. hi nonnie, megumi's been done and you can just click right there to be directed to the said post — so, i'm going to change him to his father jsksdjdk. anyways, i'm so sorry this came out so late, i hope you like it. i was going to focus on my 1k event but then i realized that i'm holding up the requests in my inbox, so i'm going to try to upload them together one by one. / and ngl, i just did my nails done for the first time, aND I AM STRUGGLING TO DO ANYTHING. including typing, but i'm trying my best skdjs.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with him are just plain loud. for instance, we all know how gojo is, he'd be so petty during arguments. despite that though — i feel like he won't ever raise his voice at you, he's petty, yes. but he won't do anything that could scare you, raising his voice.

believe me when i say that he won't back down when he isn't in the wrong. he will argue back if you're wrong; and even with all that banter, both you and gojo will always resolve it together. he won't let you leave or turn away to discard the argument. gojo hates it when you give him the silent treatment — so he tries his best to not let you leave unless everything is talked about, face to face.

"satoru, i'm just saying that i didn't mean to do that. okay? i didn't even realize it!" you tell him, voice loud and bold.

gojo looks at you, brows furrowed, "this is the second time y/n, i'm sure you realize that — you're not a child anymore." you grumbled under your breath.

the past few days have been stressful. hectic for you. you knew though it wasn't an excuse, but when things get too caught up — you lose track of things, and honestly, you wanted nothing to do but to sleep and take a rest. work has been taking a big toll on you, both mentally and physically — and you can't bring yourself to argue with gojo right now.

"satoru, i know. it's just, things have been stressful at work. i'm sorry i forgot to turn off the stove," you tell him genuinely sorry that you almost, possibly burn the whole house down if he hadn't been the one to realize that, "i'm sorry, okay?"

his gaze softened. regaining control over the rhythm of his breathing, gojo reaches out to you, "d'you wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, "i just wan' to sleep, satoru. i'm tired." he buries his nose into your hair before tossing you over his shoulder, you didn't complain at the way he decided to carry you — you just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.

the male held you close as he climbed your shared bed, "'m sorry too," he mumbles, grazing his lips over your forehead.

"you don't have to be, it's my fault for being reckless," you replied, draping an arm over his torso, clutching his black shirt, "can we sleep now?"

gojo chuckles, "mhm. good night," he whispers, "i love you."

you smiled at him, burying your face into his chest, "good night 'toru. i love you more."

GETO SUGURU. arguments with geto can be pretty frustrating, although he never raises his voice at you. he just knows what to say, and he's always right too. whether it being about you forgetting to throw the trash out (once), or you being forgetful about some things — geto just knows the right words to say to you, without making you feel like you're doing something wrong.

see, the thing is in the house. you both divided your chores, geto does the dishes, and the mopping. you do the laundry and vacuuming. while the morning trash is yours, and he does it nightly.

he's usually never in the wrong. most of the time. but when he is, he will admit so. in conclusion, you don't argue with him often, because he will apologize if he knows he did something wrong. but this was on rare occasions.

today is one of those rare occasions. you swore you had left the house clean — and you remembered throwing the trash before you leave for work. yet, here he was, asking you about it.

"suguru, i promise i threw it in the morning. before i left for work," you tell him, taking off your shoes and putting it neatly on the shoe rack. having to come back home from work, you just wanted to eat dinner, have a nice warm bath, and sleep.

god, you hated arguments. you admitted that you sometimes forget to throw the trash out while rushing to go to work, but that was not intentional at all.

geto had asked your prior about it. you knew he wasn't sparking an argument, but the thing is — you remembered it well. going out of the door this morning while holding a plastic of waste, hell, you even remembered bumping into a neighbor on the way out.

"just . . . let me throw it out again—" geto has been awfully silent for the past few minutes, and when you approached the trash can, he immediately stops you.

his hand latching around your wrist gently as he pulls you over, "no, no. it's my fault, i remember now. i was the one who threw that in the trash can after you left," he said to you in an apologetic tone, "'m sorry."

you shook your head, "it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. and it's not like you intentionally forgot about it, right?" he nods his head mutely, pulling you into a silent embrace, "y'okay sugu?"

"the next time i do that — i want you to smack me in the face, okay?" you chuckled, placing a wet kiss onto his lips.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. i don't know how to say it — he's just accepts his fate and does whatever you want him to do. he thinks arguments are a complete waste of time, it's not like he likes arguing with you in the first place. he just doesn't see a point to it since he never initiates the talking; you always do. but that's because he did things that sparked the said argument. you reap what you sow.

toji can be lazy sometimes. scratch that. most of the time. clothes sprawled out in the living room, on the kitchen counter which he claimed he forgot when he was grabbing water, on the couch, on the headboard of your bed, on the bathroom sink. and honestly, he's a grown man — he knows better than that.

"toji, how many times do i have to tell you—"

"put the dirty laundry in their place, yeah, y'reminded me that like . . . three times today." he grumbled under his breath as he yawned out loudly.

"then why are you still leaving them everywhere? god, this is so childish! it's like 'm taking care of a fucking baby," toji lets out a sigh, "i'm so tired of telling you over and over again. you're a grown man, why can't you act like one?"

toji's not dumb. he knows it's his mistake, and sometimes he genuinely forgets about leaving his shirt out while being too preoccupied with other things. he loves you, he really does. the last thing he'd like is you leaving him because he can't stop his habit of leaving his shirt everywhere.

he approaches you, taking the shirt out of your grip, "my fault."

"damn right it is. the next time i see another shirt, i swear to god, you're sleeping on the couch." you muttered out, crossing your arms — watching as the male meekly trotted into the bathroom where the laundry basket rested beside the bathroom cabinet.

"is that a threat?" he chuckles, peeking his head out.

"no. it's a warning."

he walks out of the bathroom, slithering an arm around your waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. prepping you on his lap, "mm. noted, can you stop getting mad at me now?" he comments, grazing his finger over your neck.

and he did it again at night (and slept on the couch like you warned him, he still hates you for that).

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ktaerssoi · 24 days

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summary: you never check your phone, so when the team is live and you forget once again, the secret is out.

paige bueckers x reader

forgetfulness is better forgotten

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it was a basic friday night, usual to the ones you had been having all year. your girlfriend, paige, had practice earlier so she was unable to hang out with you tonight. you had decided to go out with some friends from your psych class, knowing that by the time you got home paige would be too.

you guys went to some bar, ordered a few drinks and hung out for a few hours. you were, and always had been, one of those people who forgets to check their phone. this habit has posed a few problems for you, you never know where to be, when to be there, or who is even there, but the worst situation you had ever found was the one that took place later that night.

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walking down the hall to your shared apartment with your girlfriend, you hear fimiliar voices coming from inside, the basketball team. you smile as you unlock the door, seeing them all and greeting them, you had yet to realize the fact that your girlfriend and one of her fellow teammates was missing.

you had been talking to nika for almost twenty minutes before you decided to go into your bedroom, what you had failed to notice was the text from your girlfriend saying she was live and ice's reminder before you walked in.

you saw KK and paige sitting by the desk, happy to see your girlfriend you walk over wrapping your arms around her waist kissing her forehead before looking up at her phone, quickly realizing what you had done.

you had just kissed your girlfriend on live.

You had just kissed your girlfriend who was not out to the internet, on live.

instantly you back up, and kk picks the phone up making up some lame excuse of a topic change. you bring yourself to look at paige, seeing a smile on her face. "why are you smiling? i feel so bad, i just messed up your plan." you talked quietly, number one to not be picked up by the mic and number two because you had just felt bad.

"baby its okay, it was just some silly idea, people knowing about us does not change the fact that i am with you." you nod at her words, looking to KK as you hear another "girl boo" come from the corner of the room. you nod, walking over to sit next to her and chat, choosing not to look at the flood of comments not only asking who you were but what you and paige were.

you and kk were on the topic of whether or not we think we could fit our whole head into our shoes if they were combined, you turn around when you hear your girlfriend, "kk, be so serious, we all know those ears aren't fitting in a shoe let alone your head." you laugh, giggling at a few funny comments that go by adding onto paige's joke.

its eventually brought up again that when you walked in you had kissed paige, and you're quick to lie. "y'all, i am drunk, trust me, me and paige would never date, but keep them edits rolling if you know what i mean," you mubble the last bit, laughing to yourself as you turn and see paige's cheeks a little pink.

a little after you guys end the live, you walk out to the team, and laughter fills the room.. "you guys would never date?" aubrey questions your lie, trying to hold back her laugh. you roll your eyes, "i didn't know they were live! i forgot to check my phone!" the whole team groans at this, all of them having dealt with the consequences of you and your forgetfulness.

"y/n if you don't start checking your phone more often im going to chuck it at your head." paige mutters, her hand around your waist as she rolls her eyes at your behavior.

guys i might be losing it. anyway, double upload who am i? this is so cheeks im sorry 😭 -kate

#paige bueckers fic #paige #paige bueckers #wcbb #i need her

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pinguwrites · 1 month

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𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔' 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒆 ⸻ Chapter Two

series masterlist. previous chapter. next chapter

𝒑𝙖𝒊𝙧𝒊𝙣𝒈 | francis mosses x reader

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 | 1.5k

Warnings: lowkey hating on a girl, mention of church and God bc it's the 50s and that's what they did

A/N: Would you guys rather me upload short chapters frequently or long chapters but it takes more time in between?

It was twelve in the afternoon, and you hadn’t seen Francis yet. You were worried that something had happened, maybe he got hurt in his apartment, hit his head and was bleeding on the floor, or maybe slipped and sprained an ankle, but you couldn’t just call his number to make sure — that would be unprofessional. Not only that, but the most likely case was that he left earlier than you got to work, which used to happen a lot when you first started working here.

In the meanwhile, you sat at your desk, trying to pass the time. There wasn’t much to do, and you found yourself thinking of Anastacha and what she had said last night. You reasoned with yourself that she was just getting your hopes up high. She was a little girl and didn’t know anything at all. But now that she had said what she said, you couldn’t get it out of your head. The thought of Francis liking you back . . . did he daydream about you like you did? Get nervous when talking to you? When he worked, did he miss your presence?

Ugh. How come he could torture you like this, consume your mind and heart without knowing what he was doing? It wasn’t fair. For once, you’d like for someone else to feel that way about you. To spend their every waking hour, every slumber, feeling the way you did.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when the elevator bell rang. Attention perked, you hoped that it was Francis, and as if your wish was granted, it was.

He walked out, glancing over at you. You tried to look nonchalant, but inside your worries were relieved. So he was okay. Everything is fine.

Before he could approach you, however, he was blocked by another woman. You internally rolled your eyes as you saw Selenne strike up a conversation with him. The Svertch twins were models, quite famous, actually. They were well-known within the city. The most tiresome part of your job was probably shooing away the paparazzi, convincing them that it was another Selenne and Elenois who lived in Sama Place, not the celebrities they were thinking of.

Elenois was nice enough. She was a little full of herself, but you were sure that came with the job. After all, if you earned money just because of how pretty you were, you would have an ego as well. But her sister . . . oh, her sister was far worse. She was always rude to staff, making passive-aggressive comments all the time, and you knew for a fact that she didn’t like you. It may have been because you were a woman, and she didn’t like women very much, despite being one herself, but you were sure it had to do with much more than that.

When you thought about how grateful you were to work in a place like this, you always forgot about Selenne, and how miserable she made you feel. Maybe that was the price of having a reasonably good job. There was always a downside to everything.

You watched as she flirted with Francis. He looked mildly uncomfortable, a little stoic in his expressions, but that was how he always looked. What Anastacha said last night was true — he was nice, but a little aloof. Maybe he was enjoying whatever conversation he was having with Selenne, only it didn’t show on his face. You wondered if that’s how he looked when he was talking to you.

“Ah, there you are!”

You looked to the side and saw your boss approaching you. His name was Samuel Brogan. He was a rather short man, with a tanned complexion and thin lips. He had coarse, straightened hair, and a stubble on his chin. He was the one responsible for hiring you. He owned Sama Place — at least, he was in charge of this specific building.

“This is where I always am,” you responded, and he laughed.

“Sorry, darling. I don’t expect a person to be able to sit in that chair all day.”

You gave a polite smile. You never really liked Samuel, call it instinct, but he was your boss, so you had to be nice.

“You’re not busy this weekend, are you?” he asked, leaning his arms against your desk. Shifting uncomfortably, you glanced over at Francis again, but he was still talking to Selenne.

“I was planning on . . .” Not able to come up with a lie quick enough, you gave up. “Not doing much. I just want to go home and relax — it’s been a long week.”

“Yeah, yeah, I understand. You’ve been a wonderful employee, I want you to have time for yourself.”

You stared. Where was this going?

“But I need you to work this weekend,” he finally said, and your heart dropped.

“I don’t understand. What about that teenager you hired?”

On Saturday, he didn’t need someone working full-time. Sundays were reserved for Church and God, obviously, so for that one day, he hired a kid who was willing to work with little pay to just sit at the desk and make sure everything was going smoothly.

“He got sick,” Samuel explained. “It’s just an extra day, and it’s only half your usual hours.”

Reluctantly, you agreed. You were sure you wouldn’t get any compensation for it, but it wasn’t that bad.

“Oh, and I need you to run a few errands for me,” he added, setting down a list of items in front of you. “Whenever you can, but have it by the end of this week.”

He left, and you sighed.

Picking up the list, you scanned through it. Wallpaper, a toolkit, canned fruit? Surely he didn’t expect you to pay for this out of your own pocket . . .

You folded the note and put it in your pocket, just in time for Francis to approach you. You looked around for Selenne, but she was already walking out of the building with sunglasses.

“What were you two talking about?” you blurted out, feeling immediately ashamed of yourself afterward. What were you thinking asking that kind of question? What would he think of you?

Francis looked taken off guard for a moment, but he answered anyway. “Oh, nothing. What were you and Brogan talking about?”

“Nothing,” you responded pettily.

It was quiet for a moment, that kind of awkward silence that you hated.

You relented. “Alright, he wants me to work tomorrow, and run some errands. That’s it.”

“Selenne was curious about my work. I told her that I had taken a day off and was going to visit my parents,” he said.

“Now, that wasn’t too difficult, was it?” you teased, reveling in the way he averted his eyes.

“No, ma’am.”

God. The way he said it. He was so beautiful, in every possible way. Sometimes, you wished you could keep him in your room forever.

“Do they live nearby?” you asked. “Your parents, I mean.”

“Somewhat. I’ll be back before nightfall. I’m sorry Brogan is making you work the weekend. If you want, I’ll convince him to change his mind.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. It’s not like I was planning to do much tomorrow. Just fix some furniture and do a bit of housekeeping.”

“Fix furniture?” he repeated. “I don’t think you should be doing that. You could get hurt.”

You giggled. “I’m not a dainty princess.”

He frowned. “I know. I don’t mean to undermine you. You’re a very capable woman. It’s just that . . . I would feel better if someone was there to help you.”

“Mhm. And who’s gonna do that?”

Francis looked up at you with expectant eyes. “I’m free Sunday.”

You paused, not believing what he was saying. Was he offering to come over to your place? Him? Inside your house? The place you slept and changed your clothes and took baths . . . Lord, you didn’t know if you could handle this intimacy. Was it even right? Oh, who were you kidding? You didn’t care if it was acceptable or not. If Francis was offering to spend time with you (help you fix furniture, but whatever) there was no way you were going to turn down that offer.

“Yes,” you said, more eagerly than you liked. “I could give you my address and you could stop by around eleven?”

He smiled. “Mmm. Alright, then,” he agreed. “I look forward to seeing you.”

“Me too.”

He gave a slight tip of his hat, a motion you could have fainted at had you not been sitting on a chair, and left, leaving you with nothing but the anticipation of this Sunday.

Imagine him — shirtless as he nails screws and lifts planks of wood. I’d give him cool lemonade as he worked and watch him as he wipes the sweat from his forehead . . . For the rest of the day, you couldn’t get the image out of your head. You greeted your neighbors as they walked by, and helped the occasional person with a problem, but all that was floating around in your head was Francis, Francis, Francis.

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#francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #francis mosses x y/n #pinguwrites #that's not my neighbor #fanfiction #lovers' syndrome

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justtwotired · 6 months

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Hello ! I hope you’re doing well. I was wondering if I could get an ask for Sam and Colby. Maybe reader (female or gn neutral pronouns are fine !) is invited to go with SnC exploring an abandoned place but she’s been struggling with body image (I’m kind of in the slumps rn :/) so she’s cut back on food. Through the trip they notice her lagging behind and getting tired easily. She ends up fainting due to exhaustion and lack of food and they take care of her when she comes to. Preferably Colby pairing and lots of angst ! Only if your comfortable writing about this thank you xx 🫶🏽

Why hello there, I am so sorry for posting this rather late, I wrote a part of it, then got busy and forgot about it and just finished and edited it, so hope it’s alright!

I really like this request! Mostly because I can really relate to reader, this is always chill because then I can write five that actually make sense ya know.

I did write some angst but not LOTS, because angst is one of those things I still find difficult to write, but I hope you still like it<3

“What’s up guys it’s Sam and Colby!” Colby started. “Today, we are at an abandoned manor in the woods right behind us. It is quite a walk, but I think we will survive!” Sam told the camera.

“Also, we brought someone with us,” Sam then pointed behind him where I stood rather awkwardly, wearing a huge hoody that I may or may not have stolen from Colby’s closet.

“This is Y/n, you guys know her of course, we had lots of questions to bring her back to the Chanel, so we did of course.” Sam explained before turning the camera fully on me.

I sucked in an unnoticeable sharp breath. Did I look alright? Was that pimple I hid under makeup this morning still invisible? Did the hoody hide my body enough?

“So, N/n, are you excited?” Sam asked and I gave the camera a genuine smile. “I am actually, this place is not too far from my home town and I’ve been wanting to go here for a while, but I didn’t want to go alone, so now I have these two idiots to come along.” I joked and Sam pointed the camera at Colby.

“Did you hear that, dude?” He said in fake sadness. “I thought you where coming with us?” Colby said also jokingly hurt. “I’m still stuck on the fact she called us idiots.” Sam said and pointed the camera at himself.

“Seems like we have to change the channel name to ‘Y/n only’ because she is taking over.” He said and I chuckled. “Oh yeah, definitely, and I’ll give them weekly uploads instead of your monthly shit.” I said and Colby grinned.

“What you’re going to the conjuring then? Staying a week there?” He asked and I pursed my lips. “Well I didn’t say that.”

The two laughed and Sam shut off the camera. “Heading to the forest, then?” He asked and we nodded. Suddenly my stomach made a growling noice and they stopped.

“We could get something to eat first?” Colby suggested and I shook my head. “Nahh, it’s fine, I’m not that hungry really,” I waved it off and kept walking.

“Are you sure? You haven’t eaten breakfast yet and it’s almost two in the afternoon,” Colby said and I just chuckled.

“I’m fine, really,” I smiled at him and kept walking, not missing the look the two of them exchanged before following me.

Truth to be told, the last time I ate would be the crackers from the day before, as I had just a bit in the afternoon after almost passing out.

Colby walked in the back, having taken over the camera from Sam and he recorded as we entered the forest.

I knew the walk would be about 20 minutes, so it wasn’t that bad, but I felt myself stress out when I became light headed.

Oh no, please, please not now.

Passing out has become normal now, the lack of food I’ve been consuming has been taking a toll on me. I never tell anyone, it’s my little secret, I didn’t need them to worry about me or feed me lies of how I was ‘beautiful’ because I know I’m not.

I stumbled and almost fell but steadied myself. “You alright there?” Sam turned around with a small grin and I gave him one back. “I’m fine,” I lied and we kept on walking, Cole shutting the camera off.

When the building came in sight he started it up again, and of course, as if fate had planned it, I fell and I noticed my consciousness slip away.

The last thing I felt was two arms around my waist and I was out.

I heard someone calling my name from afar and my eyes slowly opened.

“Oh, thank god, Sam! Sam she’s opened her eyes!” Colby called out. I slowly sat up. I was laying in the grass and I noticed Sam jogging over with his phone in his hands.

“Are you alright?” I looked at Colby who had a concerned look on his face and I nodded, trying to stand up but he put his hands on my shoulders.

“Woah, lets keep sitting down for a minute, love,” he said and I sat, rubbing my head. “How long was I out for?” I asked and Colby looked at his watch.

“Five minutes at least.” He told me. “Yeah, I tried calling for help, but there’s no service,” Sam said and I gave him a weirded out look.

“What help did you try to call?” I asked and he shrugged sheepishly. “Your mum, I thought maybe this had happened before,” he said and I sniffed.

“It happened a few times, but my mum doesn’t know, and don’t even think of telling her,” I said and the exchanged glances.

“You know what’s happening then?” Colby asked and I sighed. “I haven’t eaten in a moment, that’s probably it.” I confessed and Colby sighed.

“I told you that you should it this morning- when is the last time you ate?” He questioned. “Uhh, yesterday, some crackers,” I said and he clenched his teeth slightly.

“A decent meal,” he clarified and I bit my lip thinking back. “Tuesday, I think?” I said a bit uncertain. “That’s five days ago, Y/n!” He scolded and pursed my lips.

“Sorry,” I said in a small voice. Sam got his backpack of his shoulders and started to rummage trough it, pulling out an apple.

“Eat this,” he said and I took it from him, frowning at it a bit. “N/n,” he said and I sighed taking bite.

They made me sit for about ten minutes, and demanded I tell them why I wasn’t eating. With a bit of reluctance, I told them about how I felt, how I hated how I looked and that I felt like I was to fat.

The next twenty minutes where spent with them telling me all the things they liked about my look and my personality, giving me reasons to eat and demanding we go to a restaurant after this so I could eat a decent meal.

They also demanded I ate a desert, encouraging me to continue eating and not worry about my looks, because in their opinion, I looked beautiful.

At the end of the conversation, I had tears in my eyes, and I wiped them away, and I reassured them that it’d be fine to still film the video, as we all wanted to continue.

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Scarlet Whispers pt 4

Gif not mine

A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. Might upload ch 5 early as an apology. Not super thrilled with how this chapter turned out but after re-writing it a dozen times, I am waiving the white flag.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Trigger warnings (let me know if I forgot to tag anything): Mentions of past child abuse, ongoing adult child abuse, stalking, horror, dubcon, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, angst, smut. There will be bits of fluff tho.

Rating: M. Minors DNI

Masterlist with parts 1-3 here

Chapter Four

The next few days pass by for Wanda and Y/N in a manner similar to those that came before. With the humdrum nature of her days bleeding together Y/N finds herself becoming under-stimulated. It's not that she doesn't enjoy the time she spends with Wanda, or the endless stream of video games and media the witch provides for her. It's just that Y/N can only handle so much of the monotony that has recently become her life. Unfortunately, this leads to her becoming agitated, and restless. Unintentionally, her responses to Wanda become terse and short which eventually, such attitude becomes too much for Wanda to handle.

"Is there something you want to tell me, malyshka?" she asks one morning, voice full of exasperation. It's evident that she is frustrated with your behavior, but instead of yelling, Wanda wants to understand where her sweet, well mannered girl had gotten to.

"You're barely eating, you've hardly said anything to me all week, and when you do, it's been borderline rude. I've done everything I can to provide you with almost everything you could ever want. So please, tell me, what's wrong? Why are you pulling away from me? What more must I do, dorogoya?!"

At first, you're startled by her outburst, but you realize that she's right. You haven't been fair to her - Wanda has been generous enough to provide you with almost everything materialistic you could ever want and need. It's not her fault that you weren't communicating your other wants and needs, which don't solely revolve around physical possessions. You have the decency to look sheepish, knowing that you have messed up.

“I’m sorry, Wands,” your voice meek as you cast your eyes to the ground in shame, completely missing how the witch melts at the nickname. “I just.. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m..”

You hesitate as you try to think of how to phrase what you want to convey without coming off as ungrateful for Wanda’s efforts. A vague sense of déjà vu slithers darkly across your thoughts before you quickly shake it off, continuing. "I'm bored."

Dreading what you will find, you raise your eyes to catch Wanda’s and find her staring at you, perplexed, but open, seeking to understand where you are coming from.

“You’re… bored?” She asks you, confirming.

A sharp nod. “I’m just not used to this much free time, I guess?” Shoulders lift and then drop in a helpless shrugging motion. “I love spending time with you, don’t get me wrong,” you reassure her. “But every day it’s the same thing, and I’m used to a little more.. variety, I guess..?”

Wanda remains silent for a few minutes, seemingly considering your words carefully before responding. She takes so long that you start to wonder if you have inadvertently offended her, thinking you have asked too much of her.

“So what you’re saying is that you want a little adventure to break up the routine, is that right, detka?” Her voice is surprisingly light, almost teasing.

Relief floods your body as you realize Wanda isn't upset with you, and the smile you give her in return could be described as blinding. She understands! Before you can ask if you can go to the mall or do something else, Wanda speaks again, her mouth lifting at the corners in thinly veiled amusement.

"You know, Y/N, I am a witch. I could bring your, what do you call them, 'fandoms'? To life with just a wave of my hand, if you would like? Just for a little while, at least." Wanda offers, with a teasing lilt to her voice.

Y/E/C eyes stare at her incredulously, and you can't believe it never occurred to you to even ask her that. Belatedly recalling what your new home used to look like when you first arrived, and you realize that you probably vastly underestimated what the witch was capable of.

“I-um-really?!” you stutter, intelligently.

Wanda can't help but let out a warm, affectionate chuckle at your adorable reaction. Her eyes sparkle with amusement as a pale hand rises, adorned with scarlet wisps that wrap around it. Her eyes flash the same color.

Wanda was thrilled to discover that instead of leaving her behind for your fantasy adventures, you insisted on her accompanying you every single time. Initially she had expected to create your own little world for you and let you explore freely, while she continued working in her garden, occasionally checking on you to ensure you were having fun. However, in reality, as soon as Wanda finished creating whichever environment you had chosen for the week, you would eagerly take her hand and embark on your exploration of the new world together. Throughout the journey, you would excitedly explain every little thing you encountered, clearly intent on sharing the experience with Wanda and wanting her to enjoy it as much as you did.

“So what will it be today, котёнок?”

What truly warmed her heart was that despite knowing that none of her constructs were real and had no capability of harming either of you, you treated every situation as though it were actually happening. The witch enjoyed watching you blossom in your confidence within this safe environment she had created for you. For example, when a storm trooper attempted to fire upon both of you as you crept through the Imperial base, you didn't hesitate to pull Wanda down and cover her body with yours, even though the blaster fire wasn't real. Other times you would lead her, hand in hers, through the mines of Moria, trying to outrun goblins and a Balrog, screaming and laughing the entire way, never letting go even once.

The witch knew that she would love any version of you, but she hadn't anticipated just how charming this version of you would be. Yes, you needed some work on building your confidence, but Wanda was more than willing to support you in exchange for these precious moments together. The way you looked at her, as if she were your entire world, spoke volumes. Though you hadn't expressed it yet, Wanda was fairly confident in your feelings for her, even if you weren't. Progress was slow but steady, and she had already decided she would wait for you indefinitely if necessary. The concept of forever didn't seem so distant when you held onto her at every opportunity.

Like now for instance, both of you are hiding behind a support beam in the cargo bay of the spaceship the Nostromo, waiting for a stalking xenomorph to pass by, hopefully leaving you both unnoticed. While it isn't strictly necessary, your body is pressing Wanda’s back further into the cool metal of a support beam. You yourself aren’t entirely sure if this was primarily to keep both of you hidden from the creepy alien prowling the halls, or because you suddenly craved her warmth. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, with both wants on a surface level, unintentionally calling out to the witch.

Wanda's warm breaths gently graze your skin, creating a subtle zephyr carrying her comforting essence. The warmth envelops both of you, an intimate cocoon that seems to ignore the danger posed by the xenomorph. Unexpectedly you find yourself wishing to forget the game, as the woman in front of you now holds far more interest than the alien you are hiding from.

The proximity becomes palpable, a tangible bridge between the pair of you navigating the delicate space between friendship and something more. A moment suspended in time, filled with the promise of closeness. Unbeknownst to you, you have begun leaning closer to Wanda. Her lips are a tantalizing temptation, and as you look into her eyes, you are surprised to see them shimmering with what even you could define as longing.

Right before your lips touch, you hear the inhuman screech of a Xenomorph, the sound like metal scraping against bone, coming from a nearby hall. Startled, both of you quickly spring apart from each other, a scream almost tearing itself from your lungs in surprise. Your hand, however, is still holding onto Wanda's.

The moment is ruined, and you can't tell if you're disappointed or relieved. Were you just about to kiss her? Was she about to let you? Your mind is filled with chaos while Wanda's is filled with disappointment. You were so close this time. She could only go at your pace, but gods, this was... You missed the red glare she sent in the direction of the alien as you looked in the same direction in fear. Despite the witch's frequent reassurances that none of the constructs could harm you, it didn't mean you weren't still afraid of all things sharp and pointy.

Still hand in hand, you guide Wanda through the ship towards the end of the game. Each simulation she created for you was unique, with different goals and objectives. In this particular scenario, to make it less frightening for you, Wanda emphasized stealth - your only task is to evade the alien and reach the escape pod without harm. Despite a few intense moments, you ultimately succeed in escaping, and Wanda ends her magic. The two of you laugh and giggle at how you cleverly outsmarted the Xenomorph, counting this as an undeniable win.

That night, while Wanda was embracing you from behind as she so often did, you couldn't help but think back to the intimate moment you had shared earlier that day. A part of you wanted to ask her about it, to understand her thoughts on the matter. You weren't adept at picking up context clues, and it would put you at ease to know where she stood. Nevertheless, you were quite certain that the expression in her eyes earlier could only be described as raw desire, and the thought sent a shiver down your spine.

Maybe she really did want you the way she wanted your Avenger variant.

Maybe you wanted her to want you that way.

Maybe you wanted her that way too.

You drifted off to sleep happy, if slightly less confused than you had been lately, in her arms.

A/N 2: Please let me know what you think about this, the pacing, the storyline, is it terrible, is it tolerable? Should I just throw it all out and start over?? If you wanna be added to the taglist, just comment here and I will endeavor to add you :3

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INNOCENCE Pt. 1

Negan × innocent reader (female)

Warnings: Mention of erection, weird liquid tasting

Note: I'm sorry for not posting, but I didn't know how to finish this. I decided I'll make a part two and maybe three if yall want. I have. Some drafts, so I'll upload more. Also I met people who don't like Jeffrey. UNBELIEVABLE. 😒

Quiet footsteps filled the hallway. Her bare feet touched the ground as she made her way to the room she knew only she was allowed in. Negan's room. It was late at night, probably around one am. Maybe two. She couldn't sleep. She tried everything. Reading a book, hot tub to relax and help her sleep. Nothing. And if there was one thing she knew for sure, that was that only he was gonna help her. The door opened slowly. It was dark. Light soft snores were filling the room. She could almost see him. Almost. His leather jacket was on the chair next to the bed. Knowing the room like the back for her hand, she knew where to step, shaking him gently once she got to him.

"Hm?" His voice was deep, almost harsh as he hadn't realized it was her yet. He sat up. "Someone better be fucking dying..."

"I... I can't sleep..." That was all she needed to say to be pulled in his arms once again. His touch was soft, making her snuggle deeply in him. He adjusted her so her head was on his chest. Her hair fell down. So pretty.

When he found her on that road, years ago, he knew he had to take her. She was a child. And he couldn't let a child die. At least not her. It took one look to know she was innocent. He had to be gentle with her, because she was special. Every single man in the Sanctuary knew she was. And if they touched her? They met Lucille. Usually, she struggled with sleeping. She was hesitant to go to Negan the first night, but he was so understanding. He made sure she fell asleep before he did.

This time it was different.

When he went to wrap an arm around her, he felt no shirt. Her skin was soft. (He imagined laying his head on her belly and then felling asleep, but he couldn't) "What the.." He quickly slid the sheet off and turned the lamp on the nightstand. She was wearing just a bra and shorts. "Where the fuck is your shirt at?"

"It was very hot in my room..." She looked up at him, her big doe eyes shining at him. He couldn't resist it. He couldn't be mad.

"You know you can catch a cold, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry..."

"Go to sleep."

Y/N rolled on her side, but before Negan could turn off the light, she saw something. "Negan, I think you spilled some milk on your sheet.."

His eyes widened when he saw her pointing at a white stain on the black sheet. He forgot to clean it up. "Yeah, probably.." He chuckled nervously.

Reaching her hand to the thing, Y/N touched it with her finger and brought it to her mouth, tasting it. "It tastes weird.. Like salt.." She stated.

"I'll clean it up in the morning, just... go to sleep." She nodded and laid back down

It was around five am when she shook him awake. Negan sat up, looking at her with confusion once again. "What now?"

"Something is poking me, Negan.." She pointed at the now painfully hard erection he had in his boxers. "Is that normal? What is it? Did something sneak into your pants?"

"It's normal, go to sleep." He interrupted her before she comes ask more questions.

"I can't.."

"And why the fuck not?"

"I'm curious about something..." She looked into his eyes before her own traveling down to his chest hairs. "A few weeks ago, I heard some of your men talking.."

"About what?" He brushed the strand of hair behind her ear.

"But I can't.."

She stayed silent for a few minutes before looking back at his eyes and licking her lip. "What's sex?"

Part 2?

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