#and I feel like it's better without my writing lol

[aggroindustrial]

is it really a bad thing to disobey god?

summary. natalie, the stranger who works for your father, makes you question everything you've ever known.

pairing. natalie scatorccio x fem!reader

word count. 3.3k

warnings. smut, smoking, drinking, brief mentions of violence, religious themes, loss of virginity

fic note. i'm honestly not sure if this is even good since it's my first time writing a full fic lol. also my first time writing smut so yeaaa expect some mistakes maybe. and i’m also terrible at writing summaries and the amount of time skips might be a warning as well. anyway please enjoy ^v^

+18. minors do not interact

Longhorn Ranch, located in a forgotten town in the middle of nowhere. Just a name barely hanging onto a rusted highway sign, swallowed by weeds and time. The type of place that feels abandoned, where technology seems like only a rumor, and the sky always looks a sickly shade of blue. The kind of place that truckers speed past without a second glance.

The town had once had promises—a gorgeous train station; wide, thriving and golden wheat fields. Now, the station was long forgotten, only inhabited by rats and insects. The fields were all scorched, victims of too many merciless summers.

It was late June. The sun was high and mean, making the air feel suffocating. Dust from the road clung to the air like a dense fog, crawling down Natalie’s throat with every breath, mingling with the bitter smoke of her cigarette and the old, musty breath of her beat-up truck.

After her latest “incident”, her father pulled the old favor card on her and forced her to offer a helping hand at his friend's ranch for the rest of the summer. It was either that, or spend a few months behind bars for beating up a guy who insulted her friends, Tai and Van, at a bar.

The ranch looked like it had seen better days and only its bones remained. The two-story house, its wood weathered to a dull gray. Wind chimes hung from every corner of it, their eerie jingles the only sound above the distant bleats and calls of livestock.

A sun-bleached and stiff scarecrow standing in front of the house almost seemed to be telling Natalie to abandon all hope out here.

The man met her outside, a rifle slung over his shoulder, his boots dirty with mud and something darker that could've been dried blood. Natalie hopped off her truck, and he greeted her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“Your father says you're good with cattle.” He rasped, voice like sandpaper, as he shook her hand.

“I know how not to get kicked by one.” Natalie nodded, shielding her eyes from the sun with the back of her hand.

“That’ll do. You’ll learn.” He nodded. “Hop back in. I’ll give you the tour.”

Natalie nodded again and went back into her truck. He climbed in beside her with a grunt, laying the rifle across his lap.

She caught a glimpse of a person observing her from a window on the second floor of the house, but glanced away without thinking too much about it.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

From your window, you saw her arrive. A brunette stranger. Everything about her screamed sin and regret—from the dark makeup around her eyes, to the sleeveless black shirt and ripped jeans she was wearing.

Your father had mentioned someone would be spending the summer at the ranch to lend him a hand, but you never expected it would be someone like her.

Her sharp gaze met yours, and suddenly your thighs tensed, your hands white-knuckling the windowsill. As much as you tried to ignore it all, thousands of images ran through your head, that you definitely shouldn't be thinking about.

She was everything you were always told to avoid—the big, bad wolf to watch out for, who always lurks in the shadows, waiting to pounce. Ready to devour, to take you away from God's side.

It's what your mother always told you, to never talk to the other men from your small town. But then again, this stranger wasn't exactly a man, so did that mean she wasn't a threat? She sure felt like one, but not the kind you feared.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

A couple days later, Natalie was laying on a thin mattress in the barn loft, staring at slivers of moonlight leaking through the roof. She had discarded her work clothes long ago. Sweat clung to her like an extra layer of skin. It was too damn hot to sleep.

Below her, the cows stirred. One of them let out a quiet huff. She tried not to think about the rifle the man had leaned against the barn door before locking her in for the night.

“Just in case of coyotes.” He said. Natalie didn't think coyotes came that close to the house, but she decided not to question him

She lit another cigarette and took a swig of her now-warm beer.

And then she heard it—the sound of footsteps trying to be quiet but failing miserably.

The door creaked open, just a little. Not enough to let in moonlight, but enough to see a silhouette framed in the crack.

You.

Natalie sat up, and she could feel her heart speeding up in her chest—mostly because she wasn't really looking forward to finding out how your father would react if he saw you with her.

“You got chores, and you got rules. Stay outta the house unless I call you.” He told Natalie while cleaning his rifle. “Don't bring mud inside, my wife hates it.” His gaze lifted from the gun and stared at Natalie pointedly. “And keep your eyes off my daughter. That clear?”

“You lost?” Natalie asked, and stubbed out her cigarette.

You didn’t answer and stepped in, and closed the door behind you.

“I heard noises.” You whispered. “And I couldn’t sleep.”

Her head tilted slightly to the side in curiosity, and the corner of her lips twitched. “And your first idea was to come out of your house and all the way here?"

You blinked, as if you were just now realizing the weight of your actions. It was almost adorable to Natalie, watching the way your innocent, wide eyes filled with nervousness for a second.

“You smell like smoke and beer.” A small mumble left your lips as Natalie took a step closer.

She hummed, and shrugged. “Better than smelling like the shit I have to clean every day.”

You flinched at her words, just a little. But even then, you didn't leave. No, you stayed and observed her like she was the most interesting thing you'd ever seen in your life.

Natalie should’ve told you to go back inside. Your father's rules were clear. That nothing good ever came out of moonlit visits and soft voices, and most definitely out of disobeying a man as scary as him.

But she didn’t. Instead, she watched you like someone watches a flame dancing too close to gasoline.

“My mama says people like you are to be avoided if I do not want to stray from God's path.” Your fingers played with the small, golden cross hanging around your neck.

Natalie stared at you, as if studying you. “What do you say?

Your gaze flickered down to the ground for a moment, but then lifted to look at her again. Even behind that undeniable hint of fear in your eyes, Natalie could notice something raw and hungry, eager to go against everything you've ever known until now.

“I don't know.” You whispered. “I think God is mad at me for thinking stuff I should not be thinking about.”

Her gaze dropped down to your lips, and you seemed to notice. Your shoulders stiffened.

Before Natalie could even think of moving any closer, you took a step backwards immediately, your cross still clutched between your fingers.

“Please don't tell my father I was out of the house.” Was all you said before you hurriedly ran out of the hayloft, leaving a confused Natalie behind.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

The next few days passed in silence.

Natalie kept her head down—cleaning stables, feeding animals, brushing horses. You avoided her like the plague, as you were supposed to.

Although the discreet, curious glances over meals and the quick nervous smiles were gone, too.

Perhaps it was for the best, Natalie thought while she watched the angry rain falling from the cloudy sky.

Getting involved in any way with the daughter of an eerie religious couple didn't seem like the smartest idea.

She worked until the sun hid itself behind the horizon. The rain hadn’t stopped. Not even after she showered and shared a quiet dinner with your family.

That night, thunder cracked like a whip, and rain sneaked through the cracks on the roof. Natalie lay on her mattress, a cigarette burning between her lips.

Her thoughts unraveled—until they were interrupted by the sound of the hayloft door, accompanied by the electric snap of a thunderbolt.

Natalie turned.

There you were—standing in the doorway, soaked, shoulders trembling. You looked frightened, caught between a nightmare and waking.

“I'm scared.” You whispered, staring at Natalie with an almost begging look in your eyes. “Can I please stay here with you?”

It was a dangerous request. Many, many things could go wrong—from your father finding out you sneaked out to be with her, to the temptation of repeating the mistake she’d almost made nights ago.

But she nodded. “Of course. You can come sit, if you want.”

The ghost of a smile passed over your lips for a brief second, before another thunderclap made you flinch, and you crossed the room to sit beside her.

“Thank you.” The words left your lips with a shaky breath. “I’ve always been afraid of thunder.”

“No problem. I get it,” Natalie said, though her hands sat uncharacteristically stiff in her lap. “I used to be afraid, too.”

“That… seems unlikely.” You let out a quiet laugh that lit your face for a short moment. “You look like you’re not afraid of anything.”

A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I may not look like it, but have a heart, too, you know.”

You giggled again, softer this time. Then silence. It fell between you like a curtain—gentle, yet charged. The kind of silence that trembles with things unspoken, resembling a rubber band wanting to snap with all the tension.

Natalie caught the way you looked at her. The way you swallowed nervously.

“You don't have to be afraid of me. I can tell you are.” She wanted to tell you. But the look in your eyes wasn't fear, unlike she'd first assumed. Not anymore. It was something else—something repressed and caged, practically begging to be set free.

The thought had Natalie's head spinning a little.

Your tongue flicked out to wet your lips, and Natalie’s eyes followed, heat rising in her skin. It felt like you were doing it on purpose to tempt her, but she knew better. You couldn’t possibly be that calculated in that matter.

“Please.”

It was an invitation. A spark. A permission.

It was almost ironic. How your parents had raised you to be their perfect devout daughter, clean of all sin. Only for a stranger to come along and ruin it all by staining your very existence forever.

“You sure?” Natalie asked, voice barely a breath, as she leaned closer—giving you a chance to pull away, to back out and run back into the house like last time.

But you never did.

All you did was nod, and Natalie didn't dare to question you again, selfishly afraid that you would vanish into the night.

Natalie closed the distance between you, her lips brushing yours in a slow, reverent kiss. You were hesitant, unpracticed—but it didn’t matter. She led you gently, her movements careful, tender.

Her hand slid to squeeze your thigh, and you pulled back with a sharp inhale.

“Sorry,” she murmured, eyes searching yours. “Too much?”

“No.” You shook your head, cheeks flushed. “Just… surprised. But I like it.”

Natalie’s fingers danced over the soft fabric of your nightgown, and she kissed you again. This time, there was a hunger behind it. As if she was desperate and ready to consume you whole.

She guided you down onto the mattress gently, her hands coaxing, and her mouth never leaving yours. Only when your lungs screamed for air did she finally pull back.

Small pants and gasps escaped your lips as soon as Natalie moved down to trail her own lips down the column of your neck.

“Let me make you feel good.” She breathed against your ear, taking your earlobe between her teeth.

“I don't know how.” You whispered back while your hands gripped her shoulders. The amount of new sensations and emotions were making you dizzy, heat burning in your stomach and between your legs.

“You don't have to do anything. I'll do it all.” Natalie shook her head and pulled back to look at you. “Only if you want it, too.”

You thought about it for a moment. The cross sitting around your neck was a reminder of how bad all this was. God was probably observing you from Heaven, disappointed that you were so weak for someone you barely knew at all.

“Okay.” You nodded slightly, already out of breath and Natalie hadn't even begun yet.

Perhaps with enough prayers, you could repent for your sins someday.

At some point, her kisses began to turn sloppy and uncoordinated. The desire and passion increased, like a fire engulfing the two of you until all that was left was pure and raw longing for more.

Your forehead rested against Natalie's as her hand gently squeezed one of your breasts. Your fingers wrapped around her wrist.

“I'm ready.” The hushed words slipping from your lips almost made Natalie moan out loud. Instead, she nodded and let her hand move down your torso slowly, wanting to engrave the feeling of every curve of your body in her mind.

Her fingers lifted your nightgown slightly, and she caressed your leg tenderly.

“Are you really sure about this?” She asked once more. “We can stop right now, if you want. It'll be okay.”

But the thought of stopping almost felt like a crime to you.

“I want it.” You reassured her, and cupped her cheek with your hand. “Please, Natalie.”

The sweetest lamb she'd met in her entire life, so innocent and pure, begging to be taken like this.

Natalie wondered how many good deeds she'd done in her past lives to earn this.

Her fingers caressed your panties, slowly moving to the apex of your thighs. You had absolutely soaked through the undergarment, and Natalie's eyes almost rolled to the back of her head at the feeling.

She let out a shallow breath, and began dragging the piece of cloth down your legs slowly while she stared into your eyes the entire time.

Your legs instinctively clamped together after your panties were gone, and Natalie's free hand came up to caress your cheek gently.

“You don't have to feel shy.” She mumbled softly. “I think I'm just as nervous as you are, honestly.” A small smile grew on her lips as she showed you how her hand was trembling slightly. “See?”

It was the first time Natalie felt nervous like that. Not even during the night she lost her own virginity.

The action seemed to help you calm down a little and you let your legs spread open again slowly.

Natalie kissed you. Not like earlier, desperate and hungry—no, it was gentle and sweet, guiding you through the moment.

Her knuckles brushed against your wet folds, making you breathe sharply and pull back from the kiss. She was afraid she'd hurt you somehow, but the quiet mewl that escaped your lips said otherwise.

She repeated the action, and her fingers moved against your clit in slow circles. Your eyes immediately shut and your head dropped down on the mattress with a small thud.

Natalie glanced down and let out a shaky moan when she saw the way you were completely drenched and your hips were moving slightly to meet her touches.

“Fuck…” She whispered, increasing the speed of her movements just a little and it immediately earned a whimper from you. “You're doing so great. Do you like that?”

You nodded at the question, unable to form any words at all.

The sound of your wetness reached your ears and it should've been embarrassing, but you couldn't bring yourself to care about anything at all.

If it's a sin, why does it feel so good? You asked yourself for a moment, but the thought disappeared from your mind when you felt Natalie's finger poking your entrance gently.

Carefully, she slipped it inside of you. She gave you a moment to adjust to the new feeling and kissed your cheek several times to distract you from the dull sensation of pain.

Her thumb found your clit again and pressed against it while she slid her finger in and out of you slowly, earning moans and quiet whines from your throat.

Your arms wrapped around her neck and you pulled her closer for a kiss that she returned eagerly. Ragged breaths and pants left both of your lips as she sped up her movements, to the point where you couldn't kiss her back anymore.

“I think…” Your voice trailed off quietly as your nails dug into her shoulders. It almost made Natalie hiss out of pain.

“Let it happen.” She whispered, kissing your lips one last time. “It'll feel so good, I promise, baby.”

Her voice drowned out, replaced by the loud sound of your heartbeat in your ears as you neared your climax, until you couldn't hold it back anymore.

Your teeth dug into your bottom lip to avoid moaning out loud and your back arched against Natalie. Your legs shut around her hand and she watched you crumbling down under her.

It was the most beautiful sight she'd ever seen.

Natalie helped you come down from your high, whispering sweet words into your ear while her free hand wiped the single tear that rolled down your cheek.

She removed her hand from between your legs and wiped your juices on her shirt with a shaky sigh.

“How are you feeling?”

The question drew a breathless chuckle from you as you opened your eyes.

“Great,” You answered, curling into her side as she lay beside you. “It was good.”

She nodded and kissed the crown of your head, wrapping her arm around your shoulders to hold you close.

The rain still fell, but the thunder had moved on.

“You’ll have to go back to the house soon, huh?” Natalie mumbled, eyes fixed on the ceiling. “I… kinda wish you could stay.”

“Yeah.” Your voice was quiet now. “I wish I could, too. But you know how he is.” The thought of your father finding you like this with Natalie made your blood run cold. “Thank you for tonight. Really.”

Natalie turned her gaze to you and offered a soft smile. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

You began sitting up, reaching for your ruined underwear with a sheepish grin.

“Hopefully there’ll be another thunderstorm tomorrow.” She joked, and you turned to her with wide, scandalized eyes.

“Hey!” You laughed, blushing furiously. “That’s not funny at all.”

She chuckled, biting her lip. “I know. I’m sorry.” She brushed your wrist with her fingers, and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Go. Before he shoots both of us.”

You sighed and nodded, heading to the door. Just before stepping out, you glanced back with a small smile and a wave.

Natalie watched you disappear behind the door. She lay back, the mattress still warm, the memory of you already carved into her mind like a secret prayer.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Days pass again.

You didn't speak. It wasn't exactly a problem—you weren't even supposed to talk to each other, anyway.

But Natalie still longed to hear your voice, to see you smile at her again with that sweetness of yours, like you were handing her a sacred secret.

One night, weeks later—after a long day spent beneath the scorching sun—Natalie returned to the hayloft and found something tucked into the hem of her pillowcase.

A torn page, folded neatly. Your handwriting—neat and elegant.

“Even the stars envy us. Even the saints must have sinned once.”

A slow smile spread across Natalie’s lips, soft and involuntary.

And in her chest, something stirred. Sincere hope, soft and fragile. Blooming like wildflowers after a storm.

[amywritesthings]

hi amy!!

you have such a talent for writing and I love your works, they’re just the best!! i hope you’ve been feeling better amidst your recovery too, sending you my love🫶🏼🫶🏼

if you’re still taking requests for your endo awareness month, I wondered if you’d have any interest in doing a fic where reader does Levi’s hair for him or vice versa? Like just a quick trim or even styling it LOL. I find doing someone’s hair to be such an intimate and sweet bonding moment and thought it would potentially be a cute addition to one of ur series or just a stand alone blurb!! thanks for considering, stay happy and healthy❤️🥰

-E 🤗🤗

HELLO, E!!! So sorry for the delay with this very kind message and adorable request!! It sparked my inspiration tonight, so here’s a little ficlet under the cut (set in the universe of silver underground, because this feels very james/levi to me - hope that’s okay!) xo

pairing: levi ackerman x f!underground city reader word count: 600+ warnings: none, just some teasing & rare teenage fluff set in the underground city!

“It’s not brain surgery.”

The second the words leave his lips, your eyes — acutely focused on a wayward strand of black hair that’s much longer than the rest — narrow to a glare.

And when your eyes meet his, the corner of his lip twitches.

Smug bastard.

Clipping the piece of wet hair between your index and middle finger, you point the tip of the small scissors menacingly at his nose.

“It’s about to be if you don’t let me finish this up.”

“Harsh.”

“You started it.”

He exhales a gentle huff akin to a tch. “Fair.”

After living with Levi and Furlan for two years — not to mention Isabel for less than one — it isn’t uncommon to take turns cutting each other’s hair. Just like any other clean-up chore, it’s easier when someone else can eye the back of your head for you.

(Though the razor you’ve been using to fade Levi’s undercut is dulling. He might need to start growing it out, wild, like your other cohorts.)

As much as Levi trusts them with his life, though — he specifically requests for your hand. According to him, he’s particular about who holds a blade up to his face.

Furlan has never taken offense. 

Isabel, as always, seems to side-eye the specificity.

You say nothing.

(You always say nothing, especially when it comes to him.)

“Apparently people pay for these up on the surface,” you continue as you snip the strand, making sure it’s even with the other side you’ve trimmed up.

“What, haircuts?”

“Yeah.”

“Sounds stupid to throw coins at.”

“I wouldn’t say it was stupid,” you retort airily as you continue to measure the length of the fringe in his face. “Not when you have the coin to do it. I think I’d shell out.”

It’s grown long, almost too long — if he kept putting this off for another week, then it stands to reason he could use one of Isabel’s hair ties. Even his undercut has grown out, its edges licking the nape of his neck. 

If anything, it makes him look boyish; a stolen childhood returned.

His abrupt question cuts through the warmth spreading through your chest. “Why?”

“Because sometimes you cut unevenly.”

Managing to say such a flippant statement out without giving away your joke is a mighty feat, but you stay strong—

And if the abrupt offense tightening in his face is any indicator, Levi’s taken the playful bait. His eyes narrow in return, and in an act of defiance, he blows the long, wet strand from his face.

“Excuse me?”

“Hey!” you yelp with feigned annoyance. “Rude. I’m gonna have to do that section again.”

“Not my problem,” he replies without skipping a beat. “Say it. I’ve never cut anyone’s hair unevenly.”

“Are you sure?”

“James.”

Although the front of his hair is still long, you can see the way his brows slide high to his hairline with the expectations of a surrender.

“I’ve never.”

“Uh-huh.”

Pursing your lips to avoid a smile, you comb the front of his hair back to its original state before cutting a few of the final pieces, finally revealing most of Levi’s blue-gray gaze once more.

“Never.”

You can see the gears turning.

His eyes shimmer as they take yours in — left, right, then left again — before the realization hits. The intensity of his expression softens, though the ghost of a scowl remains.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Only a little,” you confess, flicking the freshly-cut lock to the small wastebin on the floor by his boot, “so stop moving before you end up with a cut as lopsided as Furlan's."

There: a tiny smile finally forms on his lips.

"Heard."

[writeonwhiskey]

lee know drabble (18+)

a/n: my first lee know drabble. i'm working on a longer fic with him as one of the MMC's and have never written him aside from as a background character so, i'm feeling out this version of him. if you enjoy it, please look forward to the upcoming fic. he may or may not be this intense, i'm undecided lol contains: orgasm denial, brat taming, light bondage, vibrator use word count: 492 [ master list ]

Bratty Little Pussy

“You’re awfully quiet now.”

Minho’s voice cuts through the wet buzz between your legs. The vibrator’s been pressed to your clit for five, maybe ten minutes at this point. Long enough for your thighs to shake and your eyes to roll back. Long enough that your pussy is a fucking mess—slick dripping, body straining, hips twitching every time the vibrator hits the perfect spot.

But he won’t let you come.

“You had a lot to say earlier,” he smirks, lying next to you with one arm propping his head up while the other holds the vibrator against you. “All that attitude. Rolling your eyes at me. Sassing me in front of the members.”

He punctuates each sentence by sliding the vibrator up and down your slit and you whimper, hands straining against the silk ties holding them to the headboard. He tied them tight—not painful, but enough to make sure you can’t help yourself.

“I said I was sorry—fuck—please, just let me—”

“Oh, now you wanna be a good girl?” he hums, pressing the vibrator against you harder. Your hips buck wildly, breath catching. He switches it to the next setting, and the vibrations turn brutal.

“Minho—fuck—it’s too much—” you pant, hips bucking.

He tsks. “No. This is exactly what you asked for. Isn’t this what you wanted? To push me until I snapped? To get your bratty little pussy punished?”

You shake your head, tears threatening to well. Your body’s fucking screaming for release, but you know better by now. He’ll take it away if you come without permission and he’ll start all over.

Although that sounds tempting, too, you want your hands freed to touch him.

You slow your breathing and nod, locking eyes with him.

“Then use your words,” he whispers.

The vibrator pulses relentlessly. You whimper, back arching, thighs clenching, pulse hammering in your ears. You’re one spark away from exploding.

“Please,” you choke out. “Please let me come. I need it. I’ve been good—I’ll be good, I swear. Minho, please.”

That finally earns you a smirk. With a soft click the vibrator shuts off. You collapse into the mattress with a sob, panting.

And then, the vibrator is gone. Replaced by his fingers, slow and unforgiving as he dips them into your soaked pussy, curling them just right against your inner walls.

“Oh my god—”

“Shhh,” he purrs, kissing along your cheek. “Now you can come.”

It hits you like a wave. Massive and unstoppable, thighs shaking, back arching as your orgasm crashes through you. You cry out his name, eyes squeezed shut, sobbing from the intensity of it.

He doesn’t stop until you're quivering, until your legs are too weak to move, until your head’s thrown back in absolute surrender.

Then he climbs over you, kisses your temple, and whispers, “Next time you wanna act out, remember how easy it is for me to break you.”

a/n: that was fun. def excited to start writing him along these lines. summer in seoul and act like you love me are so romantic/cutesy smut, so i gotta get back in this headspace for the new fic. i'm also trying to write for more members that i haven't yet. send your drabble/one-shot asks my loves 💜

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[bewitched-hours]

we are the twotimeyume-lings please feed us

[WITH UR WRITING... COULD U WRITE ROMANTIC HCS FOR TWOTIME AND READER? NF!! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)]

Awww, I'd love to! Also gives me a chance to write headcanons instead of oneshots which is a nice change of pace for once (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) Don't get me wrong, I love writing these silly little stories for you all but some pairings I'm procrastinating on (I have no clue why either but I blame my adhd and autism ganging up on me- still feel kinda guilty tho lol)

And like a good mother(/j), I shall feed my yume-lings with much joy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

They'd probably be a little more closed off at the start. Are they worried the Spawn might offer them a third life for your life? Or maybe it's just remaining guilt from Azure. Either way, give them some time to settle in again.

Obviously, keep them away from knives. They might give you puppy eyes but just look away and tell them a firm no!

Let's say you're a healer like Elliot, that gives Two Time more incentive to keep an even closer eye on you. (Luckily, you're pretty fast and agile)

They definitely saved you at least a few hundred times. And they're ready to do it a hundred times more to keep you safe and hopefully be praised by you. (After you scold them for carelessly confronting the killer- no matter their second life- of course)

There's no question that they'd want you to join them in worshipping the Spawn. After all, they want you with them for eternity.

They would rush to you after every round for praise and affection. If you survived until the end, they praise you for being brave and strong(even though you can't fight to save your life) and how it was the Spawn's will. If you died, they just wanna find you and apologize for not having been there to save you. (Better sleep with them that 'night' with how unpredictable they can be)

If you have trouble sleeping, you'll be subjected to them rambling about the Spawn to comfort you. Good luck getting out of that.

Privacy? Yeah, that's something you have to ask for every time. They can respect not going into your cabin without explicit permission but outside of your cabin, they're on you like a needy dog.

If you have a favourite drink or snack and they happen to die(twice) before you, they secretly make you that drink/snack to the best of their abilities to make you smile.

Oh yeah, seeing you happy is their second biggest priority(best get comfortable potentially competing with the Spawn over their affection) and hearing you laugh is like honey to their ears.

You definitely had to confess first though, Two Time would not be the type to tell you their feelings without immense courage and confidence(and deluding themself into thinking the Spawn wants them to confess) so better you tell them before it has to be in a crazy scenario with you becoming some form of deity in their eyes.

You probably try to make him something sweet or tasty every now and again, earning you a genuine and affectionate smile everytime, even if they aren't really a fan. They'd rather know you're happy than admit something you made isn't absolute perfection.

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[naomi-nana]

Hopefully this isn’t too much, can i request Jade, Floyd, Riddle, and Jamil with a female reader who pretends to be a boy in NRC by using a wig and those full face mask (like Momobami Ririka’s mask from Kakegurui), they found out that reader is a female when they saw her asleep in an empty library or somewhere quiet without her mask and wig on. Thank uu and have a great day/night!

✎ᝰ. an amateur disguise . twisted wonderland

in which, you wear a mask to hide your true identity in night raven college. how would they react?

featuring : jade, floyd, riddle, jamil

cw : f!reader, jamil's is short cuz i genuinely don't know how to write his part, may be ooc, bad grammar, not proofread

a/n : helloo! hope u have a great day/night, too!! ╰(*°▽°*)╯ so sorry for taking a little too long than usual ... i lowk struggled writing this, lol. but no worries, i had fun writing regardless!! enjoy reading:)

JADE LEECH

jade is one of the few students many are afraid of, mostly because of his enigmatic nature. so when he sees you walking around in a mask, his curiosity is piqued. he tries everything to see your face beneath that mask—but to no avail.

he'd ask you questions, too. like, "name, is there a reason as to why you're wearing a mask? oh, but don't feel pressured to answer. it is never my intention to force you to tell me—i am just a curious eel, that is all."

you never really answer him, though. you always avoid his question by making up some lies. "oh, look, i have professor crewel's class after this! better get going!" then you sprint down the hallway while he looks at you, smiling to himself and thinking, "is this not the end of the day?"

when jade enters the library to return a book he has been reading, he notices someone sleeping in the library. a girl. wait, a girl? he approaches the sleeping girl slowly, leaning down just enough to examine her face.

and that's when he sees the familiar looking mask beside her head—your head. "oh?" he chuckles upon seeing it. not only do you wear a mask to hide your face, but you're actually a girl? "name, you really need to be careful as to where you put your mask."

he takes it up from the table, gently placing it on your lap to hide it from other people. "it seems like i have succeeded unraveling yet another student's secret." he chuckles again, finally leaving the library while silently wishing to himself that he gets to ask you about it.

but never mind. it's interesting to see you wearing wigs and mask to hide your true identity. he decided to keep that secret to himself.

FLOYD LEECH

when floyd first sees you, his first thought is about how strange and cool you looked with a mask on. he thinks you're like one of those vigilantes he sees in movies.

he asks many questions, too—though unlike jade, he's very blatant about it. "ne, ne~ show me what's under all that mask, shrimpy! no? but why? it's not like you're being hunted by people or somethin'. oh, but are ya actually being hunted?"

you'll have to check first before you leave your classroom because, who knows? floyd could be standing right besides the door (yes, that happened before). of course that won't work. because somehow, even if you're hiding in a top secret place, floyd will find you. creepy, but you've grown used to it.

after running around trying to find you, floyd is bored and decided to just go back to the dorm. and that's when he sees someone sleeping in the courtyard. it's a girl. "woah, no way." he mutters under his breath before approaching the sleeping girl slowly.

he'd poke the girl (is that allowed?) out of curiosity, and when she wakes up, she screams. "hey, don't start screamin'. you're scaring me!" he frowns. "you're the one scaring me with how you're so close to my face!" you yelled back.

huh. the voice sounds so familiar. "whaaat??? shrimpy, that you?? aha!~ is this why you're wearing a mask?? i wasn't expectin' ya to be a girl. what else are ya hidin'? are you actually a super secret agent, too? tell me more!"

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

he'd ask you if you have the permission from the headmage to wear that accessory. if you say yes, he'll let you off the hook.

he's not that curious about how your face looked like as jade and floyd are, but he does find it strange and would like to know why you wear the mask. do you perhaps have a disease? or are you some kind of a famous celebrity like vil?

so when he entered the library to borrow another volume of his favorite book and saw a girl sleeping on one of the tables, he froze. a girl? in NRC? is that allowed? is she perhaps one of the staff's daughter? questions starts to enter his mind as he's trying to find a logical answer to the unusual scene before him.

he decided that it'd be the best solution to just approach her and wake her up—mainly because he doesn't really trust the students in NRC enough to let her sleep here. and so he did just that. "a-ahem, miss ... i apologize for disturbing your nap, but i advise you to not sleep in the library. if i may ask, where do you come from?"

though when the girl literally jolts upwards and screams at the sight of riddle, he's startled. "i-i'm sorry for startling you, but please do not scream, miss. this is a library, and—ah, don't run in the library, too!" riddle sighed when she ran out the door. "honestly, why can't people just respect the rule in the library? ... hm?"

he noticed something. a mask. a very familiar mask. riddle stood still in front of the table where you once slept. "... i guess i should return this to her later ...?"

JAMIL VIPER

when he sees you wearing a mask, he paid no mind to it. he understands if you want to keep a low profile—even though wearing a mask just draws more attention to you, but he gets it. jamil has spent his entire life to be an average student, after all.

yet he can't help but feel suspicious of you. what if you're actually a problem waiting to happen? what if you're a bad person? what if you're an assassin? countless possibilities started to fill his head, but he does little to act on them.

all jamil does is observe you from afar quietly, while also occasionally talk to you. like, "if you are trying to avoid attention by keeping a low profile, wearing a full face mask does the opposite, you know?"

though when jamil walk pass an empty classroom and saw the door slightly creaked open, he can't help but take a peek. what he saw inside is a girl—you, with a mask and your wig literally laying on the table you are sleeping on.

"... figures." he mutters to himself before closing the door. the last thing jamil needs is to experience another drama just because your secret got revealed, after all.

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[conclaveconfessions]

As a general I like this fandom a lot. I have my dislikes. I do agree sometimes they make Vincent too holy or too quick to drop his vows, but I'm also deeply sympathetic because well... the person that writes, oh let's say, 2.5k puppy play is indeed not looking for a very deep exploration of these characters.... And That's ok!

What I did when I was puzzled by this (the desire to read erotic content but without the rush) was sort by word count, and it really helped! There are gorgeous agonizing pining long fics in this fandom. Not that many gosh I Need More but there are. Everyone give them a try. I also do see a lot of effort to make the stories grounded, even if they might get a bit ooc, which other fandoms tend to not do... Or do way less, I mean.

I can't cope with Lawrenitez mpreg though. Firstly I don't think Vincent is able to get pregnant and even if he could, like. My mind is only screaming: They're post menopausic queens!!! No one is getting pregnant!!! Stop!! (Do whatever you want haha it's ok) I do however cackle and enjoy when I see "Vincent getting knocked up by the holy spirit" now THAT'S literature (lol). I guess the difference is that if it's by God magic, it's a full on miracle, if it's by a "natural" way it's really weird (to me). Just on account of their ages. I think it's not THAT popular of a trope here, I think most people like the fact they're old men but still-

The reason I mention it it's because I know I'm really a hypocrite. I was complaining about omegaverse with a friend. I do think making Vincent an omega sort of goes again the " uncertainty" that gives him his condition in canon (maybe make him both Alpha and Omega? A complete unknown fourth sex? Uterus and knot? I'm just brainstorming), it flattens the canon stuff. To me, omegaverse is a setting that enhances fictional sex differences because it's hot, but in this context, where the point is that those sex difference irl are maybe not as important as we think, I find it against the characters, and as such, not as hot (I liked one where Lawrence was a beta tho haha)

The reason why I'm a hypocrite though, is that I do sort of love it with Bellesco haha. There, the idea of the sex difference being embarrassing for him is super hot (oh, I'm bottom!Tedesco, Omega!Tedesco one hundred percent). So in that context, I like it. WE know there's nothing shameful in being a bottom or being the "lesser" sex but he doesn't. And that's hot.

Another reason why I'm a hypocrite is that I do love these old queens suddenly feeling all horny. Like, the idea of Lawrence, post prostate cancer already in his autumn years suddenly being absolutely gob smacked horny for Vincent and soo guilty about it that it cures his impotence... I like it. Ditto with Tedesco finally crashing down and admitting he's queer, haha. I have no issues with old men holding erections all night, unrealistic as it could be. I do respect the erectile dysfunction soldiers 🫡

At the end of the day, your tastes are very personal. It's ok if you don't like something that's going on in the fandom. It's normal! And it should encourage you to write your own stuff, or to shower with praise the people that are doing what you like, so they do more :^) and you can also talk about your dislikes as long as you are respectful.

I think speaking about your dislikes is equally important though, since it might let you to people that also dislike the same things you do and you can share "correct takes" with each other. This is a bit arrogant, to say it that way, but let's face it, that's how it feels. And it's no crime either. Saying: ok whatever but THIS is better/hotter, I'll write it- it's like. Half of why fandom exists. Have fun :^)

I don't think I'll write anything myself anytime soon because I'm well fed by the current works, but who knows. My rudimentary English doesn't hold a candle to the poets of this fandom tho <\3

~

[zylphiacrowley]

Reunion

[angelmush]

magenta smoothie 4 breakfast, vibrant vase of tulips 4 my gf, black dragon dog 4 sharing the couch with, and a big stack of notebooks 4 writing

[arinmoss]

Mabel :3 (she/her)

[genericpuff]

vent post

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

Under Gu Yiran’s hands, the chicken van bumps along the uneven road like a living thing, and he tightens his grip against it. Beside him in the passenger seat, Zheng Bei stares out the side window in silence. Gu Yiran had made Zhao Xiaoguang show him the map, during one of the endless waiting afternoons in the hospital when Zheng Bei wasn’t there. He’d reached out to trace the circled spots, all three, the sleeve of his hospital shirt catching against the edge of the paper as Zhao Xiaoguang said, Ge wanted us to check all of them, even though he was pretty sure you could only be here, pointing. A cluster of rectangles marking the abandoned crematory buildings north of Halan. Zhao Xiaoguang had left a fingerprint smear of grease along the entry road, right where it ran along the train tracks.

another snippet from the start of ch5! it feels so weird to be back to down drafting now that ch1-4 have shifted the story so far from the original final chapter outline that literally none of the draft material is appropriate anymore lol but it's really enjoyable to just sit and type the most medium sentences in the world without having to do any higher-level thinking about pacing or subtext or anything :) brain off drafting my beloved :)

[suckishima]

The trailer for the Garbage Dump movie and Furudate's new mini stories from the movie announcement event got me super hyped and I couldn't stop thinking about this, so here's a little one-shot centered on the moments between and after both the Nekoma and Kamomedai matches :)

Summary: While waiting for the quarter finals of Nationals to start, Kuroo tries to mess with Tsukishima, Yamaguchi's brain short circuits, and Tsukishima continues to play it cool.

Words: 5,935 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi Characters: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Hinata Shouyou Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Canon Compliant, POV Multiple, POV Alternating, Mutual Pining, Volleyball, Haikyuu!! Manga Spoilers, Haikyuu!! Chapter 298 Spoilers, Haikyuu!! Chapter 369 Spoilers, Getting Together, One Shot, Some Swearing

Excerpt:

“Have you noticed how Tsukki seems to only compliment people behind their backs?”

Tadashi chuckled. “Oh, definitely. But I hope you weren’t looking for more compliments from him out of me, Kuroo-san, because to be honest he mostly just talks shit about you,” Tadashi said with a not-so-guilty quirk to his lips.

Kuroo barked out a laugh. “No, no that’s fine, I deserve that—what I was wondering was if you knew what he said about you during the match?”

AO3

[carlos-tk]

sometimes i can’t believe i was posting wips every single wednesday and sunday for literal months like who even was that person

[meownotgood]

writing would be so joyous without the plague of the Compare Self to Others debuff

[mothusband]

just came in from sitting outside for nearly 2 hrs. I feel ALIVE.

[blackjackkent]

Slowly discovering the freeing power of the words "I know this is bad but I'll fix it in editing."