#Also not sure why it’s randomly white at the end?

[theanonymousninja247]

Part 2

Thank you so much for the kind words @chessman-protocol.

I happily take your tears, add them to my collection and then I will drink them for breakfast. *sounds of mad cackling can be heard* And this is what I mean by, part 2, my dear. Enjoy~

Also tagging the incredibly talented @doreen090 because this is her favorite song and she was the person who inspired me to try editing in the first place.

“Play With Fire” belongs to Sam Tinnesz

[bluerosefox]

Courting Chaos (to Balance)

A KlarionxDanny brain worm that has spawned

Tim Drake, aka Red Robin gets kidnapped suddenly and very randomly by Klarion in the middle of a JL and others meeting.

Leaving with a

"I'LL RETURN HIM WHEN HES NO LONGER USEFUL JUSTICE LOSERS!"

And fire and chaos in his wake.

While the JL, and others scramble to figure out what Klarion has planned this time, Tim manages to break free of whatever Klarion had used to kidnap him only to find himself on a couch and Klarion nervously petting Teekl on his lap while also sitting in a chair across from him.

When Tim goes to demand to know why Klarion kidnapped him Klarion finally speaks.

"Okay, I wanna strike a deal. I won't bug you or your little Young Just US buddies if you help me ask someone out..."

"...What the fuck Klarion?" Was Tim's only response.

-x-x-

So it turns out, every so often the three main entities and actual factions of Order, Chaos, and Balance get together to well discuss things happening in certain Realms, worlds, and timelines. Basicly to touch base, see where everyone was at. Etc etc.

Order was Order. Chaos was Chaos.

Very simple.

Both could be bad. To much order caused restraint and could snuff out growth. To much Chaos could get out of hand and cause ruin.

Both could be good. Order help stabilizes worlds and builds their future. Chaos allowed creativity to roam and brought forth wonderful things.

And Balance.

Well Balance was the very scales that kept both sides in check. They were neutral grounds. The ones that normally oversaw the meetings as well. And despite their low numbers they held powerful entities that more than made up for it.

Balance did their best to keep things in check, sure they do have their own preference sometimes and allowed the scales to tip a tiny bit but always corrected it later if it tips to much.

It was at this meeting, a meeting even Klarion knew better than to do anything too chaotic, pranks were fine but nothing too much, and had been chatting with a newcomer to the side of Chaos (Danielle, call me Ellie, Phantom. She did some heroing on the side but liked causing chaos in her wake to do so, he liked her so far though.) When the bells for the side of Balance to appear announced them.

Ellie had smiled brightly and said her brother was coming with his mentor, turns out her brother was apart of the Balance group which meant that he was strong, strong enough to need a mentor.

He watched as the members of Balance walked, teleported, flew, and other means into the meeting halls. And then froze when his eyes caught sight of him.

Floating next to a blue skined being that was switching ages was a beautiful otherworldly person.

Snow white hair that wisped upwards oh so softly. Glowing green eyes that were cat-like with their piercing glance. A galaxy cloak hanged around his shoulders and seemed to shift with each movement. Star like freckles decorated his face and seemed to glow a soft bluish white. A crown made of ice and aurora lights floated above his head as well.

All in all Klarion couldn't keep his eyes off of the being at all. He nearly spat his water out when Ellie commented that was her brother Danny, or rather.

High King of the Infinite Realms, Daniel 'Danny' Phantom. The Great One. Defeater of the Tyrant King. The Halfa. The Peaceful End. The Balance of the Undead. (And his mentor was the Ghost of Time itself. THE very Keeper of Time, Kronos original form himself.)

Klarion honestly didn't know what to think or rather what emotions he was feeling when he spotted Danny, nor why his face felt so hot and red when the young man looked over at them and smiled. (He was smiling at Ellie but Klarion for some reason hoped it was for him as well)

It wasn't until halfway in the meeting when a rather ingenious prank that Klarion, Ellie, and a few others had set up went off... thing was it strong enough that it had hit Danny's side of the meeting and had hit him.

Now, again pranks were okay but only after the meetings. It was one of the few rules many, even those in Chaos, took seriously because once it was done and over they could go do their things. So for it to happen in the middle of a meeting means someone set their time on the prank wrong and add the fact it hit a person on the Balance side...

Yeah not good.

Only...

Only instead of getting angry, even Clockwork who was seated next to Danny was chuckling, Danny threw his head back and laughed about it. And his laugh... was very cute.

And before he knew it, Klarion had already fallen.

-x-x-

"So yeah.... Since you have a boyfriend and know how to date in this modern age, I need your advice."

".... Klarion just because I'm dating Bernard doesn't mean I know how I did it..."

"Bernard? I thought you were dating that one Supes?"

[nastyfairysstuff]

STALKER! SIMON RILEY x FEM! READER warnings!! dubcon, mature themes, sexual themes mentioned/implied

simon knew he was in the wrong, he knew his position was severely at stake for this, he also knew his intentions were anything but innocent. he even acknowledged how frowned upon this situation is. but that didn’t stop him from staring at the cameras. the same cameras that were cleverly hidden in different locations in your home

the ones he were currently paying most attention to were the ones in your room. a camera in each corner, one placed in the middle of your vanity mirror, and another in the left eye of the big teddy bear that sits against the wall facing your bed.

everything you do, is seen by him. from when you do your makeup randomly in the middle of the night, to when you dip your hands into your panties and please yourself ‘till you’re shaking. he tells himself he only stares at the cameras for hours on end because he wants to keep you safe and make sure nothing happens, but when his hand starts to palm the bulge in his pants, he knows he’s only doing it because of how fucking good you look.

you flipped over onto your stomach with your legs slightly kicking back and forth in the air, giving him the perfect view of your ass in that little skirt that hardly concealed anything. “ you just don’t know what you do to me, “ he whispered, almost breathlessly, as he began unbuckling his belt. “ you little coquette. “ it didn’t take long for the sound of his belt hitting the ground to echo through the room, and it also didn’t take long for him to pull his rock hard cock out of his pants.

the tip was already reddened and leaking pearly white beads of pre-cum, all because of you. maybe it wasn’t your fault, or maybe you knew what you were doing. either way he needs, no, craves you. he craves the way you’d look on your knees between his legs, looking up at him with those enticing doe eyes of yours. the same eyes you use whenever you’re begging someone for something.

and in that case, you’d be begging him for his cock.

“ i can feel you staring, sir. “ your words were softly spoken, and were music to his ears. a fine melody that nothing in this world could ever come close to. “ why do you always stare but never come in here? it gets boring in here all by myself. “ you pouted. he pressed a little button on the desk and spoke into the microphone, “ you were never supposed to know about my staring habits. “

“ ah but i do now, so why try to hide it? “ he shrugged his shoulders as if you could see it, “ instinct i suppose. “ you didn’t look very impressed by his answer, you actually looked bored by the conversation. “ can’t you just come this one time? please? “ you whined, and he sighed, his shoulders dropping. “ i’ll come, just this one time, but the mask stays on. understand? “ his voice was stern and deep. just how you liked it.

“ yes sir, simon sir. “

there it was, that tone in your voice that told him by the end of the night you’d get whatever you wanted from him just by rubbing your pretty fingers down his chest. he grunted as he leaned back in the chair and tucked his cock back into his slacks, it pained him to deny himself of pleasure, but he knew you’d have your glossy lips around his cock soon enough.

[mingtinysworld]

Always loved you

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: roommates to lovers, best friends to lovers, smut, fluff, drunk reader

Word count: 1.9k

Summary: After a rough breakup and some drinking, you discover that you may have hidden feelings for your roommate. An intimate moment proves that to be true.

Warnings: MDNI, alcohol, cockwarming, unprotected sex (do not), cute shit, Yunho (deserves a warning)

A/n: second fic ever whoohoo!! I had this idea pop into my head randomly and I was obsessed. Not that I’m obsessed with the idea of cockwarming or anything. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed! - J

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“Ma’am, I think you should stop drinking!”

The bartenders concerned voice is drowned out by the deafening music around you. You take yet another sip of the strong whiskey and stumble back into the swarm of people.

You can’t even distinguish whose hands are on you. You sway side to side, accidentally bumping into random people. You’re doing your best to distract yourself, take your mind off of him.

Being broken up with hours prior, your heart keeps constricting with emotion, and you turned to drinking the pain away. You know you should stop, you know you should go home, but you choose to ignore it.

One song after the other, you keep dancing until your legs give out. Feeling the need for air, you push past the crowd towards the exit.

Taking a big gulp of the chilly air sobers you up just a bit. You then check your phone, which has been off for hours, and see countless notifications.

Yunho

Your lovely, sweetheart roommate. He’s left messages, along with calls and voicemails asking if you’re ok. It is almost 2am after all. You decide to call him, to check in, and also needing a ride home. After two rings, he picks up.

“Y/n? Are you ok? Why didn’t you pick up your phone? It’s been hours!! Are you hurt? Are you-” Yunho rambles on.

You can’t help but to chuckle at his worried tone. “Yunho, I’m fine. I’m sorry I didn’t answer, I may have been drinking a bit,” you say with a giggle, your words being slurred, “ugh I’m cold.” You can hear Yunho letting out a long sigh. He must not be thrilled to have to pick you up on yet another drunk night.

“Alright, hold tight. I’ll be there in 15,” You can hear the jingling of his car keys, “don’t go anywhere, got it?”

As he hangs up, the chill comes back. You feel hazy, and unwanted thoughts keep coming back. Surely you’d forget about him eventually, but it felt unbearable in the moment. Desperate for a distraction, you start pacing back and forth on the empty sidewalk, counting your footsteps. After a few minutes of looking like a lunatic, you see headlights approaching.

Yunho jumps out of the car to open the door for you. He looks good, in his plain white t-shirt and black jeans, and his hair fluffy. You can’t help but admire his broad shoulders and cinched in waist underneath that extra fabric. You finally start to get in the car after a few more seconds.

He can sense that there’s something bothering you, but he chooses not to address it. You appreciate the comfortable silence, and lie back to rest your body. To no one’s surprise, you end up falling asleep. As he finishes parking, you stir awake, and start heading upstairs to your shared apartment.

A couple times you trip up the stairs, Yunho having to right you. Both the exhaustion and alcohol in your system do not help. Finally, after a tiring couple of minutes, you’re at your door. While Yunho is fumbling with the key, you space out, staring straight at the wall.

As you walk in, the comfort of your space is so incredibly overwhelming. Yunho heads to the kitchen to get you a water bottle. As you gulp it down, you feel so conflicted. The break up was a long time coming, but it’s also making you feel so empty. Yunho notices you slumping down.

“Hey, do you wanna go to sleep now? You need a lot of rest,” he gets up, trying to pull you up, “come on sleepyhead.” You feel panic at having to leave him. You cling to his sleeve in distress and hang your head.

“Yunho…” you trail off uncertainly. His smile reassures you to keep going. “Would it be ok if I slept with you tonight?” If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.

“Of course you can, that’s totally alright.” His bright smile warmed your insides. He leads you to his room, and you immediately relax. Your head and body feel so heavy, you are eager to finally relax. You and him have never been the touchy type of friends ever, so laying next to him felt strange but somehow just right. Even though it’s so comfortable, you can’t help but keep tossing around for a bit.

“Can’t sleep?” Yunho whispers in a groggy voice. Feeling a shameful thought enter your mind, you burrow your face under the covers. You can think of a method that could help you sleep but…you couldn’t possibly ask it of Yunho. He frowns at you, “What’s wrong? You can tell me.”

Oh sweet, sweet Yunho. If only he knew what was going through my brain.

“I’m sorry, I can’t tell you. It’s too embarrassing ugh.” You wish a hole would swallow you up right about now. You feel a soft touch to your chin, guiding you to look into Yunho’s sparkling eyes. God, he’s so beautiful. He’s looking at you with such a loving look that it feels too much. It’s doing things to your heart, and that is too dangerous.

You wiggle out of his touch, burying your head into his chest out of embarrassment. You start to mumble incoherently, “I wanna…” Yunho chuckles softly. “I can’t hear you. Will you look up at me and say it?” You shake your head like a petulant child. “Y/n, look at me.” His tone shocks you. It was almost dominant. The hair on your arms raise as you shakily look at him.

He looks at you intensely, “Now what was it that you wanted?” You take a deep breath, and gain courage.

“I was wondering if I could cockwarm you.”

Silence fills the room, and you realize you’ve fucked it up. No more bestie Yunho, he hates you. He’s going to kick you out of his bed and never talk to you again. He’s going to-

“Ok.”

Your jaw drops wide open. You stare at him like a dumb fish. The wires of your brain may have short circuited. He starts laughing and that brings you back to life. “I’m serious, Y/n. I don’t mind, it’ll help you sleep. Plus it would feel nice too…” The latter was said with him turned away. Fighting a blush, you let out a tiny “thank you.”

“Alright, lift your hips up for me.” He takes off your flimsy shorts and slides your panties aside. He looks at you once more, looking slightly worried. “You’re 100% sure? You nod with certainty, “Yes, I’m definitely sure.” His face relaxes at that.

He turns you to your side, and lines up with your entrance. He enters little by little, and you let out a hiss at the burn. Yunho makes sure you’re ok to continue, and finally is snug inside you. The comfort is immediate. Your brain quiets down, and your eyes can’t help but flutter shut. Before you know it, you’re fast asleep in Yunho’s arms.

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Yunho stirs awake at dawn, slivers of dusty pink light filtering through the blinds. His face turns a bright shade of pink when he realized what’s happening. He looks down at your two connected bodies, and your slow moving hips. The movement drives Yunho crazy, and he almost lets out a squeak when he sees your face. Your head is thrown back, and drool is coming out the side of your mouth. As you work yourself on his cock, you let out tiny little whimpers.

It’s taking all of Yunho’s self restraint to not start pounding into you. He wants to wake you up so badly, but he takes a couple of moments to admire your beautiful face. Your eyebrows are softly scrunched, eyelashes softly pillowed on the curve of your cheeks. And of course, your inviting lips. His heart restricts at the simple thought of kissing you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you start to wake up with a light groan. Feeling so disoriented, you feel the drool around your lips and wipe it off with the back of your hand. The events of last night momentarily forgotten, you attempt to move to your side, and come to a horrifying realization.

Yunho’s dick was inside you.

The memories start coming back and you want to turn into dust at that moment. While your brain is working at full speed, so are your hips. They’re still grinding and squeezing against Yunho. It feels so good you can’t stop. Desperation takes on and you feel like you’re going insane.

Yunho decides to take charge, and holds your hips in place. You whine in protest, but he tilts your chin up to face him. “Hey baby, let me take care of you alright? Just relax,” he whispers. You nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his lavender body wash and feeling your brain go fuzzy.

He starts with shallow thrusts and it has your head spinning. You let out choked moans, sending vibrations through his chest. He’s hitting all the right spots, your body jolting from the pleasure. The feeling is too much, yet not enough at the same time. You can’t help but let out lewd noises.

Yunho feels as if he’s on cloud nine, and he needs to see your face or he’ll go insane. “Y/n, look at me please.” He says desperately. You peer up at him through hazy eyes and he throws his head back and groans at the sight. “Fuckkk,” he wishes he could take a picture so badly. Your eyes are narrow slits of pure lust. Your glowy cheeks, and your pretty pretty nose and lips. His palm envelopes the side of your face and his lips are on yours.

His kiss is so passionate that it throws you off. This didn’t feel like the kiss of a casual moment, it felt like the kind you gave your partner after not seeing them for a while. His lips are pillowy soft, melding with your pair. You hum into his mouth with contentment. As his hips piston into you harder, you cry out and grab onto his shoulder. You cum with a shudder of your whole body, breathing heavily.

You can feel his thrusts slowing down, getting more sloppy. He’s so close, you can feel it. You help him get there by intentionally clenching, resulting in soft gasps. He goes all the way, fills you up with so much cum it starts seeping out.

As you both come down from your highs, he puts his forehead against yours. An exchange of soft breaths and just so so much love. “Y/n, this may sound absolutely crazy, but I think I’m in love with you. And trust me, it’s not because we just had mind blowing sex, but it definitely unlocked something. I think I’ve always loved you, I’ve just been too afraid of it changing our dynamic. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to-”

You crash your lips against his before he finishes his sentence. This is your way of showing him that you love him just as much. You kiss with so much fervor that he’s shocked. He reciprocates your energy, and leaves you breathless.

“Goddammit Y/n I love you so so much. I could stay here with you all day,” he whispers. He cradles your head against his chest, and whispers sweet nothings with soft kisses to your forehead.

I think I could get used to this you think.

[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

masterlist

#12 an easy man! | #13 kuromi pic! | #14 white tee!

notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (0.5k words)

minghao walked into the back. taking off his apron, he smiled at you. you had already gotten up and folded the blanket to which he stuffed into the bag he carried.

“ready to go?” he asked as he looked up to you. you stiffly stood by him, hands holding the strap of your bag awkwardly and you just nodded.

you closed up the store and went your way out.

you lead the way to the bus stop you usually go to as minghao treaded right beside you.

“crazy i didn’t see you yesterday,” you randomly brought up.

minghao slowly turned to you and squinted his eyes, “we did but like just for a few seconds.”

you immediately made an ‘o’ with your mouth as you recalled.

the bus arrived and you two got on, sitting by each other, your shoulders touched but non of you moved. perhaps you were too tired to?

“you were gonna go out with mingyu today?” he tilted his head. “ah well it wasn’t a set in stone plan, i didn’t even know if i’d wake up the next day,” you laughed. “and you didn’t,” he giggled and sighed. it’s true, you slept for most of the day.

“but that was the first time you hung out with mingyu right? you two seem so close.”

“i think i just adapt well,” you reasoned. notably, you had to adapt well because of how good it would’ve been for the mission.

“understandable. if i didn’t know how friendly you were i would’ve just guessed that you fell for mingyu and that’s what brought you to say yes to going out with him.”

“well isn’t mingyu that guy all of the people in school fall for?” you turned your body to face minghao, showing interest in the conversation.

“oh, are you one of those people yn?” minghao tapped on his chin to provoke you.

your eyes locked into minghao’s out of shock. you coughed out a chuckle and retracted your eyes to the floor. “no,” you sighed out and grinned. “not at all. my heart belongs to someone else,” you softly let out.

as minghao got silent, you swiftly turned your eyes to him but all you saw was a warm smile on his face.

“am i going to unlock the yn secret and find out who it is today?” he poked in more fun.

you sneered and rested your head on your hand, “don’t need to unlock it today when you’ve already guessed it before.”

shit, why are you the one revealing secrets to him? shouldn’t it be the other way around? that’s what you thought as you kept speaking. but minghao’s response cleared your cloudy head.

“well i hope that goes well for you. i’m sure it will.”

there it was again. the tinge of sweetness from minghao that somehow made your heart melt.

it was nice to have someone like this around but also, it wasn’t. he was gravely making you forget why you’re here in the first place.

and the lingering texture of he blanket on your skin made it all the more forgettable.

funfact: the manager wasn’t at work today which is why yn decided to nap straight away. yn thought falling asleep during work was going to be the end of their career however waking up to having a blanket over their shoulders made them realise, they’re glad to have met minghao and have him as a coworker.

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[scekrex]

This is the same Anon who requested Lucifer’s Ex! Reader and I loved it <3 <3 and I’m really glad your interested in the angst fic 😭😭

One thing I disliked (?) about the finale, is that the Angel’s just LEAVE Adam’s body in hell. Like, no attempt to get it back up there, just “we’re gone, peace out 🫥✌️” So what if Reader, after being informed by Sera or Lute about Adam’s death, he quickly rushes down into hell to get his body (or honestly he just doesn’t believe that he’s dead yet)

When he gets there, he finds Adam and just breaks down. (imagine Reader putting his hand on Adam’s cheek and wiping away the blood, just like how Adam did with Reader’s tears all the way back in Eden 🥲) I’m also assuming this is literally as they’re rebuilding the hotel. So randomly they just see a portal open in the sky and assume its like reinforcements, only to see a single Angel come down and start crying over Adam. Everyone is just confused cause no one knows who the Reader is except Lucifer. (And probably Vaggie or Charlie -depending on how much she knows about her dads past-)

I’m not sure how I’d want it to end, but I thought maybe Lucifer tried to comfort Reader (not sure about that or if Reader just sees him, your choice), only for him to blow up at Lucifer and just unleash all his pent up anger and sadness at him. About how he just keeps ruining his life and how he thought he could finally be happy with Adam. (Just really getting into the nitty-gritty of it all) And after he’s done he just takes a deep breath, silently walks back to Adam, picks him up, and flies home. Leaving a completely silent Lucifer behind him.

Seriously, I loved Part. 1 so much! Even if it was short, I found it to be just enough for the overall theme of it!! Hope you have a great rest of your day <3<3

First: I'm glad you liked the first part despite it being short <3 Second: nah because that bothered me too, like why didn't Lute carry his ass back to heaven?? Excuse me? She took his halo, might as well lift this gigantic fuckhead up and fly him back to the pearly gates.

Part 1

You're dead to me, stop saying my name like beetlejuice

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, hurt/no comfort, major character death

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You stared at Sera in disbelief, it couldn’t be true, she must be lying, there was simply no way for her words to be true. “No,” you mumbled to yourself as you turned your head to seek confirmation in the assumption that Sera was lying. But the white haired woman stared at the tiled floor in silence, she didn’t even dare to meet your eyes once. “You are joking,” this time you spoke up louder, clearer, stronger, convinced that the people in this room were all lying to you and that Adam would bust those office doors open any moment to greet you with the most horrible pick-up line heaven had ever heard. But the doors stayed closed and Sera lowered her head, “I’m afraid that is not the case.”

You fully turned towards Lute as your voice started to fill with the anger you were feeling, the hatred towards her and the other exorcists was audible, “So you just left him there?” Sera slowly walked up to you, her hand came down onto your shoulder in a sad attempt to try and calm you down, you tore your body away from her touch in an instant, taking one step closer towards Lute. The lieutenant remained silent though, not a single noise left her throat and you wondered if she was even breathing. She also continued to stare at the floor and for a moment you thought that something that came close to regret reflected in her eyes, but it was gone too quickly so you weren’t sure. “Answer me,” you growled as you towered over the exorcist. Sera had backed off, she had noticed that there was no use in trying to calm you down, that her attempts would only feed into your rage. “Yes, Sir,” her voice was quiet, submissive even. It was so unlike Lute to submit this easily, in all the years you’ve known her she had never done something similar, she had always had a cocky comment waiting on the tip of her tongue, just like Adam.

That was enough though, you turned around, your back was facing the lieutenant, and snapped your fingers to make one of the oh so familiar golden portals appear. They had always tasted bittersweet, even before the exterminations. Hell was no place for angels to visit, no matter the reason. Heaven was made for your kind, hell was to keep the sinners burning, why in God’s mighty name would an angel leave heaven on its free will to pay hell a visit? Well, in your case the answer was love. Sera watched as the portal opened, it revealed a view down onto Charlie’s infamous hotel. There was golden blood everywhere and in the distance you saw the golden wings of your lover. They had truly left him there, probably wounded and helpless, unable to make it back home on his own. “Y/N you should not-” you tuned Sera’s words out, nothing that she could say would stop you.

You spread your wings and flew through the portal, heading straight downwards to where you had seen Adam’s wings gleaming.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as yet another portal opened, would they send another army? Was the battle about to continue? But then his eyes landed on you and he knew that danger would not follow a creature as peaceful as you - you would not lead an army in Adam’s name. Though you didn’t believe in Charlie’s idea of rehabilitation, you also disliked the exterminations. Lucifer had always seen you as a neutral-good in-between. But why were you paying them a visit, you had ever set foot in hell before after all. “Dad?” Charlie asked as she came up next to him, her eyes just as focused on you as his were. And while his daughter’s eyes were filled with confusion, his own held love.

You were quick to land next to Adam’s body, he was not moving, didn’t even look up to see who was there, who was trying to save him. The ground felt hard underneath your knees as they hit it forcefully due to your legs giving out but you could not bring yourself to mind, not when Adam was not moving and not breathing either. His body was laying in a puddle of his own golden blood, your hands grabbed him firmly, pulling him close to you so that his head was resting in your lap as you gently pushed the sweaty hair out of his face. Your thumb wiped the blood from his cheek and despite your senses telling you that he was gone for good, you hoped he would open his beautiful golden eyes and look up at you, maybe make a cocky comment. But that didn’t happen. It didn’t happen immediately, it didn’t happen ten minutes later. You felt his body growing cold and wrapped your wings around the both of you in order to keep it warm - there was surely no point in doing so though. Adam was gone and he would not return. Tears fell from your eyes onto his soft skin, you no longer found yourself able to hold them back, not when the one you love was gone without any way for him to return.

“Y/N,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you and your body flinched at just the sound of it - Lucifer. Of course he would play a part in this, he always played some sort of part whenever you lost something. Out of reflex you pulled Adam’s corpse closer to your body, his face was now resting against your chest, the blood of his seeped into the fabric of your once pure robe, it stained the white feathers that covered your wings and it stuck to your skin, none of these things you cared about. His blood on you was the only thing you had left of him. “I’m sorry, I-” you interrupted the devil without bothering to look at him, he was not worthy of being the center of your attention, not after what he had done, what he had taken from you. “Leave,” you simply said, the pain was not hidden, it reflected in your voice, in your tears and in the way your body clung to Adam’s. But like always Lucifer didn’t listen, he stepped closer, you felt it in every inch of your bones. When he dared to rest his hand on your shoulder, you tore away from his grip just as you had from Sera’s touch earlier. “I said leave, don’t make things worse,” that earned you the attention of Charlie, Lucifer's little duckling, “What does he mean, dad?” You heard how the devil sighed deeply - so he had not told her about you, why should he, you two had just been a thing for only God knew how long before Lilith had been created. Nothing important, a nice experience, that’s what you were to Lucifer. To Adam on the other hand you had been everything and he had been everything to you as well.

A kiss was pressed to Adam’s forehead before you gently put his body back on the ground and got up to face the king of hell and the man involved in Adam’s death. “Oh has daddy never told you about his ex boyfriend?” your voice sounded sweet yet broken, you wanted Lucifer to go through the same kind of pain that you were going through. The pain he had once again caused. Charlie frowned at you, turned her head to look at Vaggie who had just joined the group. “Y/N?” she asked, sounding quite surprised. That surprise left her eyes when she spotted Adam’s blood on you though, her facial expression turned sour and she added, “He got what he deserves.” The short, blonde man seemed to disagree with the former exorcist, yet he did not voice his disagreement. Coward. Instead he once again tried to offer you comfort as he opened his arms, inviting you in for a hug. Looking the devil up and down you huffed angrily, how dare he?

“You have some nerves, Lucifer,” you started, hatred was dripping from your voice as you rounded the fallen angel, you kept one eye on Adam though, making sure that none of the filth down here dared to touch the first man. “First, you tore my heart apart, left me to bleed dry just to get it going with the woman that Father had made for Adam,” you pointed to the brunette in anger, that day Lucifer had not only hurt you, no even worse, he had also turned both of the women created for the first man against the one they had been made for. He had hurt Adam and in your book that was way worse than what he had done to you. “And now that I had everything I ever desired, a loving and caring partner that I was planning my future with, you had to show up and ruin my life once more,” despite his former rank, Lucifer was shorter than you and therefore allowed you to tower over him as the volume of your voice only rose, “Every time you show up you ruin something, you’re no good, a failure and you deserve to burn in hells everlasting fire, I hope the flames eat your heart just like they devoured mine.” You watched as the devil lowered his head, making himself appear even smaller than he already was. “You ruined everything good, you had done so ever since the start of creation, I hope Father punishes you for your behavior,” you raised your wings in order to make yourself appear taller as Vaggie and Charlie rushed to Lucifer’s side. You were done here, you had said everything you had wanted to say.

You walked back to where Adam’s corpse grew colder and colder, effortlessly lifted the first man up. Suspicion clouded your mind for a moment when you weren’t able to spot Adam’s fallen halo on the dirty ground, had Lute taken it? A question that you would ask her later. You firmly held the dead angel as you pushed yourself off the ground and headed back to the golden portal that was waiting for you to return home. But there was no home for you anymore, the person you had called home was dead in your arms, killed by the devil and his sinners. They had taken everything from you and you swore that you would return this favor one day.

[xxshadowbabexx]

Of Saltwater and Shorelines Chapter Two; Roommates 

*to the tune of the sofia the first theme song*

You were a princess in the kingdom doing alright

Then you became a pirate overnight

Now you’ve gotta figure out how to do it right

So much to learn and see~

special thanks to @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries for helping my characterize ghost in the last bit of:)

Warnings: kidnapping, angst, eventual smut, eventual romance, eventual fluff, slow burn, fem reader

You followed “Ghost” silently. You had heard everyone speak except for him, so you figured there was no point in trying to get a response from him. 

He left you to the back of the ship, where he grabbed a knob in the and lifted it to reveal stairs leading to the lower level. He walked down, and you did your best to keep up with his much larger stride. He’d randomly stop, causing you to bump into his back as he explained what each door led to. 

The first two rooms when you entered the lower lever were the food/storage room, which was on the right, and the bathroom with was on the left. Further down, someone named “Price” and “Roach” both had rooms on the left, whereas “Gaz” and Ghost both had rooms on the right. Lastly, the captains room was through the door at the dead end of the hall. Seemingly done with the tour, Ghost turned around to head back up the stairs, but you frowned. Something wasn’t right. 

“And where will I be staying?”

Ghost turned back, glaring at you for a moment before answering, “Dunno. Captain’s going to choose someone for you t’ room with, I suppose,” then he turned and went back upstairs. 

You followed him like a lost mutt, internally weighing the pros and cons of rooming with each male. 

For Ghost, the pros were that he was quiet, and would likely leave you be, cons were that you couldn’t get a read on him. Couldn’t tell what his motives were. Rooming with the captain would mean you would likely know what was going on each day, and could find out why you’re here. On the other hand, since he’s captain that means he is likely the most dangerous one here. 

The first man you had spoken to, who was sinfully pretty, seemed like a charmer. That alone made him dangerous. The ginger was a flirt, and you didn’t need him trying to get in your trousers, whereas the scruffy one was a blank slate. You could either be pleasantly surprised by him, or end up hurt. 

You decided Ghost or the captain would be best. While they both had their cons, there were the only two with any real pros. 

You stood in the sun, wind moving through your hair and cooling you nicely in the heat. You weren’t sure what to do with yourself as you watched the men man the boat. Do you offer to help, even though you don’t know how? Or should you stay out of there way? You weren’t sure. 

You settled for leaning on the railing, starboard side, watching the crystal waves as they crashed against the boat’s ribs, like an angry fist to a door. 

You noticed someone come and lean on the railing next to you, but you paid them no mind. You’d rather focus on the clouds that separated the blue- the only color visible from here. Unfortunately, it got hard to focus once the pirate next to you started blowing smoke in your face. 

“Do you mind?” You asked, rolling your eyes as you turned to face the perp. It was the scruffy one. 

“Yeah, I do actually. I’ve been leaning on this very rail to bum one since before you were here, and I’ll be doing it after you’re gone, doll,” you huffed. Still no pros for him, but now there’s a new con. Toxic white male. 

The thought made you giggle. 

“I also had something to tell you-“ he starts back up, “Captain wants you to meet him in his quarters,” He could see how the colors flushed from your face at the mere implications of that statement. 

You took a breath, “what for?”

He grinned, “Didn’t ask. But he’s not the one you’ve got to worry about. That would be Roach,” you weren’t sure which one was Roach, and didn’t bother to ask before heading to the captain’s quarters. 

His room was large, as you assumed it would be. He stood, staring out a circle window as you entered. You took note of the luxurious bear skin rug that decorated the floor, as well as the shiny trinkets lounging here and there. Not to mention the jewels adorned on the animal mounts that hung from the walls. You wondered if he killed them all himself. 

“You asked for me, sir?”

He turned to you, looking smug, “So the hen can follow orders, aye? An’ the lassie can mind her manners? Now ain’t tha’ a pleasant surprise,”

You sighed, you weren’t going to argue with him on this. “What do you need?”

He laughed, “I made a wee jest at ye, an’ no more ‘sir’ now? We cannae be having that. Yer gonnae be addressing me properly,”

You squeezed your eyes shut, patience wearing thin, “What do you need, sir?”

“Aye, tha’s more like it. I assume you noticed we donnae ‘ave enough beds fer all o’ us. For tonight, who do ye want to room with? Figured it would nae hurt to let ye pick yer own poison,”

You probably should’ve thought about it more before blurting out your answer. “Ghost,” you said, loud and confident. 

“Bad choice lassie, he ain’t gonnae be happy to hear tha’,”

That’s how you found yourself here, putting on the nightgown you had came in while pretending Ghost wasn’t changing behind you. The captain was right, while Ghost wasn’t complaining about you rooming with him, you could feel the distaste rolling off of him in waves. 

“Can I uh… turn around now?” you asked sheepishly. You wanted to respect his privacy, the situation just made it hard for you to tell where boundary lines laid. A grunt was all you got for a response and so you turned around. 

“You sleep with the mask on?”

He nodded, “I do. Now c’mere and get some shut eye so I can enjoy the quiet,”

You frowned, but moved to lie in his bed, careful not to touch him. “You don’t sleep?” you asked, confused as to why he would just ‘enjoy the quiet’ when he must be tired from a days labor. 

“You don’t shut up,”

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Ghost woke up, almost tossing you off of the bed. He hadn’t realized he had drifted off, and was now scanning the room for danger, yet he found none. It was then that he felt you moving. 

You were lying half on your stomach, half on your side with your legs on top of his. Ghost grimaced, not a fan of human touch, but didn’t find it in himself to move you. 

Instead, he laid himself back down, forcing himself to stay still as you shifted to lay your head on his chest. 

He was in for a long night. 

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[thedivineflowers]

hola bitch

I got bored so I’m gonna make the second part of middle schooler!mc overbloting 🫢

Um it might sound confusing idk

Reader can speak a different language other than the one they speak in TWST

let’s go!

You had Overbloted, your once chopped up hair grew longer and longer, past your feet to be exact. Your nails grew long and sharp as well as your canines as your lips bled when you bit them in frustration. Your hands faded into a black as blot dripped off of them. You had grown long and heavy horns that had bursts of the black inky splotches all over. You had thorns that wrapped around different parts of your body and dug into your pale skin that bled. A long black veil had formed on your head to cover your eyes that held many emotions inside and glared at anyone who caught eye contact with you. You cried tears of blot as it would smudge and run down your face. You were given long and tattered black sleeves that connected with a bow at your back as you had a tight corset made out of porcelain dig into your body and bruise your ribs. You had black to white flowing pants that were also torn and had blot dripping of the ends as glass heels were put on your feet. The magical crystal you possessed was placed directly in the dip of your collarbones and looked like it as burnt into your skin as the skin around the stone was red and looked irritated. The overblot figure behind you was made solely out of blot but the clothing on the figure hinted that it was an older version of you was it was taller and more developed than your current self as it even shared the same hair color as you.

“Why can’t you understand? Why can’t you understand that I have feelings?! I can't do anything without getting picked on!" You cried even more blot and threw a tantrum as everyone tried avoiding it to the best of their abilities.

Riddle tried collaring you when you weren't paying attention to you but failed as you always avoided it on time. Trey tried overwriting your spells and succeeded a few times but struggled greatly as you aimed multiple attacks that he couldn't overwrite. Cater made as many clones as he could but it got harder and harder on him as you kept on getting rid of his clones. Ace blew the strongest gusts of wind he could to your direction but was sent flying back when you managed to land a hit on him. Deuce was somewhat at an advantage here as he was able to match your strength on the spells you casted but started getting exhausted as the spells you casted upon him were getting harder and harder to keep up with.

Leona had tried getting as close as possible to the figure to stop it and tried to turn the head of it to sand but he kept on getting sent back. Ruggie used laugh with me as much as he could and was able to stop some of your movements and let the others land some spells on you before you took his ability to say those three words and he was only left to rely on other spells. Jack turned into a wolf and was able to land attacks on you considering he was a whole big ass wolf but you kept on transforming him back into a human again and again.

Azul wasn't able to get you to sign a contract with him because, he didn't know you had any magic and asking you to sign a contract now is pointless but he also had some other students abilities he 'borrowed' prior to your overblot. Jade couldn't do anything in this situation as he couldn't look you in the eye so he had to stick with casting spells and relying on his brother. Floyd used his unique magic to redirect your spells or made sure you missed and didn't hit anyone.

Kalim made sure to use his unique magic to drown out fire spells you casted and tried catching you off guard with the multiple attacks of water so everyone could try taking you down. Jamil couldn't look into your eyes as well and his main priorities were making sure that Kalim didn't get hurt and was safe as you always had bursts of magical attacks randomly.

Vil tried placing a curse on you to stop you from attacking but he failed as you always avoided his touch and stayed away from him as much as you could. Rook didn't have any need to put a tracker on you as you only stayed inside the classroom no matter how much you broke the walls for you feared of getting attacked when you turn your back to them. Epel used his unique magic and it worked wonders multiple times but it was mostly deflected as if you practiced on defensive magic for years.

Idia wasn't present during your overblot but he used his unique magic to prepare tests on you based on what Ortho is sending him . Ortho didn't have any unique magic but he did have access to multiple and powerful spells that could immobilize you for periods of time which came in handy.

Silver, Sebek and Lilia all combined their magic to take you down using powerful attacks which worked for the most part if it weren't for the fact that you dragged all three of them away from each other. Malleus was able to restrain you and immobilize you as you struggled against the thorns.

"Let go of me! I said let go of me you fools! Gah!" You spat out a mixture of blot and blood as the attacks that were landed on you had seemed like they became stronger and stronger. "No!! No!! I can't! I worked so hard!" You sobbed as you tried wiping your blot tears to see the incoming attacks. "I- I just wanted to seem normal..! I can't, I don't wanna go back! I just want be powerful and have magic like everyone else!" You sobbed more and stumbled to the ground as everyone took advantage of your vulnerability and attacked you all at the same time.

Jack held you in his arms as the overblot figure melted away and your overblot form disappeared as there was only you left with multiple injuries and in and even worse condition. You were immediately rushed to the infirmary as you were close to dying for the sudden overblot and overuse of magic. "Shit, shit, shit! Someone get a medic now!" You heard as you had lost consciousness.

It had been two weeks since you're overblot and everyone has been worried sick. They all had to attend class to get their mind off of the fact that you could possibly die the next day.

You had woken up. It was storming outside and you could not even see a sprinkle of the sun as the only light visible outside was of the green thunder that reminded you of your dear friend from Diasomnia. You looked down and seen that you had been changed into an oversized shirt with sweatpants as it was chilly inside of the infirmary. You had tried to stand up but failed and you knew the reason why when you pulled up your pant legs to see bruises and bandages covering your legs. You put your pant legs down and proceeded to put on the slippers near your bed and stumble out of the infirmary. You checked a clock in the hallway and saw that it was only a couple minutes until lunch time. You went where your legs would take you and found yourself infront of Crowley's office. You became enraged as you remembered Crowley didn't even come near when you overbloted. You used all your strength to open the door as you felt extremely drained and weak. You had not expected to see all of your friends and even the teachers arguing as they all turned to look at who suddenly came in. No one spoke as you gathered enough strength to stand on your legs without support. You quickly ran up to him and slapped him as you screamed at him. "Where the hell were you when I overbloted!? Someone could have died! I could have died! And still you don't even come near nor did you even try to help! Just what the hell were you doing that was so much more important than students who's lives were on the god damn line?!" You asked as he didn't answer and stayed still as if he moved you would've yelled at him more. "I- I" he couldn't continue as you cursed at him in your native language . "I've done everything I can possibly do at my age and you act like I can do more when I fucking can't!" You shrieked as tendrils sprouted up from the ground and your back as they almost attacked Crowley when you felt a sharp pang in your body. You fell down to the ground as your tendrils formed a cage around you to keep the others from coming near you. Malleus easily pushed the tendrils away as he picked you up and walked you to the infirmary.

He set your now asleep self on the bed and spoke "They're still weak from the overblot, I'm sure they'll get through just fine."

IDD YALL LIKE IT CAISE I KINDA LIKE IT THOUGH 😳😳😳

I kinda forgot I existed over here for a bit, sorry about that 😔

I'm gonna come out with the familial terms reader in a bit after my shower, see ya! 😘😍

[xoxovalrea]

Jaded - suguru geto + fem! reader

Sypno: Your dumb boyfriend “becomes” friends with the university’s drug dealer and does hardcore drugs on video. So you help him out by..fucking your edgy dealer‼️

A/n: dont do drugs kids⁉️ listen to digital bath- Deftones

Warning: words like slut & whore r used & drug and alcohol use. Also CNC & rough sex ( lmk if i missed any )

Wc: 1.3k

                        💜Minors DNI‼️💜

You’re on the couch with your boyfriend travis per usual when he all of a sudden starts getting really touchy which he only does when he needs something. 

You roll your eyes and say “whats up what do ya need” he rubs your thighs and finally says “baby can you please go over to sugurus place n give him money” you ask why out of curiosity and you instantly regret it. He tells you he was doing hardcore drugs with suguru and he got it on video threatening to send it to the school board. You sigh and tell him to leave so you can go over to getos place. You don’t even know why he is so serious about it, like he’s not even good at football or basketball or school in general all he does is beat up kids and cheat on you. You change into a crop top and some white sweats and start walking to a small trailer park. 400$ in your pocket is a small pocket knife and your phone so you don't get kidnapped or lost. 

As you're walking you see the trailer with the number 0197 on the mailbox and walk up to the door once you get there you hear a faint sound of a guitar so you knock even harder three times and the music finally comes to a halt. Geto walks out with blood shot eyes sipping Hennessy and his hair falling randomly on his face. “hey baby how can i help ya ? want the usual or nah and tell ya shit faced boyf-“ you sigh and let yourself in plopping down on his couch taking out the money and hold the money up towards geto he takes another sip of the drink and grabs the money laughing

 “His bitch ass really sent you here for him” he finishes the rest of the henny and puts it down“ I know don’t even bro“ you sigh as the couch sinks farther. You look up to see geto lighting a blunt. He notices you staring “what don't act like you don’t smoke ms cheerleader“ he lights it and takes a hit leaning back man spreading. You take a hit after him and he laughs “so I guess he want that video posted” you look at him confused and nod your head no even though he cheats on you how else you gon get money.

 You pass the blunt back and he looks at you “look let's make a deal you forget about your shitfaced boyfriend nd spend the week with me yea” you stare at him for a minute then finally respond “sure but keep your end of the bargain” he stares into your eyes instantly reading your every expression before taking a hit then smiling “trust you’ll forget all about him baby” he says before roughly kissing you.

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 He wraps his hand around your neck squeezing softly pulling you into his lap breaking the kiss. “lets see how wet that cunt is” he slides your sweats off and rubs your clit through your panties. you let out a whimper in response as he starts increasing speed and eventually stops “how bout we call your boyfriend yea? make one noise and ill ruin his fucking life yea?” you nod as he picks up his phone and calls travis.

 He slides his finger up and down your slit collecting your juices Travis picks up and you hear a murmur of his voice as Suguru slides two fingers in immediately fingering you fast and hard. “yea she came over” he hits your g-spot and you accidentally let out a loud moan and he mutes his mic and stops fingering you “what I told you ? You're lucky your pretty” he unmutes and continues fingering you squelching filling his ears “my bad just my loud neighbors” your eyes roll back as he whispers in your ear to cum and you cream all over his fingers soaking your panties and his pants “yea we all cool though come over soon I gotta surprise f’ya” he laughs then hangs up still fingering you making your legs tremble underneath him. 

He pulls his fingers out and flips you on your back “awh look at how wet she is f’me” he pulls your panties off and throws them somewhere on the floor. He kisses your thighs up  and down leaving bite marks and hickeys. He stops and looks you in the eyes before sucking your clit and shoving two fingers back into your dripping hole. “Fuck geto I cant fuck take it” you scream out still sensitive from your previous orgasm, hearing this he only goes faster your walls clench around him and you let out another loud moan and squirt all over his face. You feel him smile as he devours you and your juices. “Put that pretty mouth to use nd get on your knees” you follow his orders and get on your knees between his legs he pulls his pants down exposing his huge boner  you bite your lips and lean in to kiss his tip and he lets you tipping his head back with a groan. 

 You take his tip in your mouth and go down a third of the way and gag stroking the parts you can’t get while geto takes his shirt off. He finally takes his shirt off and throws it to the floor. You try to go lower but you gag and your eyes water “uht uht go down you can do it“ he pushes your head all the way down lifting your head up and down. He throws his head back and bucks his hips up into your mouth. He pulls out to let you breathe then shoves it back into your mouth bucking up into your mouth using it as a fuck toy “fuck baby your mouth is so good” he says while creaming down your throat you swallow as he lifts you up by your face and starts making out with you sloppily he gets up and picks you up by your knees and carries you to his bed while making out with you.  

He lays you down “flip over on your stomach” you oblige and flip over face down ass up waiting for him. He rubs his tip on your ass “wait isn’t he coming“ he looks at you puzzles and nods yes “wait we can’t he will literally ruin me” you try to get up but geto holds you down “now you know you want this dick. he doesn’t even fuck good fuck him” you smile at his words still getting that gut feeling that this is wrong. “fine okay” he laughs and shoves his length into you immediately thrusting in and out slapping his balls on your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he fucks up into your cervix and pushes up onto the bulge in your belly  “FUCK geto its its to much I can’t-“ he cuts you off pushing your head into the sheets you hear groans coming from above you. “awh my pretty slut can’t take it ? That's too bad” he grins and pounds you even harder making you scream and writhe under him. 

Geto flips you over on your back and you can't even look him in the eyes, that's how dazed you are. He slips back in with a groan you don’t know how long its been since you guys started fucking maybe an 10 minutes maybe 30 you don’t know. You dont even know how many times you’ve came around his dick, you snap out of your thoughts as geto slaps your thigh “damn ma I got ya that fucked up” he laughs and starts rubbing your clit.

You feel his dick twitch as you tighten around him even more. He leans down to sloppily kiss you and you tangle your hands into his hair as you spasm all over his dick. After a few more thrusts he finally creampies you. As you're laying down with geto you both hear a knock and he grins “well look at that” he laughs as he kisses your forehead and gets up to put shorts on and get the door.

A/n: intro is too short but oh well & i MIGHT do a prt 2 to Love Galore or update it idk (for the person who suggested) bye lovess🕊️💗

[justkindalivin]

Shotgun

a/n: AHHHHH hello!! I’m Lottie and I've been so horrifically obsessed with dealer Ellie that it's not even remotely okay. I had an idea for a fic and instead of requesting it from someone else, I decided why not write it myself! I’ve never posted any fics before bc I’m lowkey ass at writing so if any dialogue is awkward or the grammar is bad I'm so sorry :(  Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy it, have a great day I love you ♡    part 2

I kinda modeled the reader after me subconsciously, so the reader is a bit shy and bi (sorry to my lesbian baddies I luv yall, its only one line). Also, I just made up a random roommate named Sam, very sorry if your name happens to be Sam. 

Summary: After being dragged to a party by your roommate, you escape out to the porch for some air. Not realizing it was already occupied, you end up having a lot more fun at the party than you thought you would 

warnings: language, modern!au, dealer!ellie, weed, shotgunning, collage!au, things get the tiniest bit spicy (only a tad)

wc: 1.6k 

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The music pounded in your ears as you pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the middle of the room. Parties had never quite been your scene, but Sam had begged you to come with her and that girl does NOT take no for an answer

This all started with Sam bursting into your shared dorm, ripping your headphones out of your ears, and standing beside your desk with her hands on her hips. “Bitch, you never come out with me! It's like all you do is sit in the dorm all day, you gotta get out there!!” She excitedly screamed, pulling you to your closet to pick out what you should wear. 

You and Sam had been randomly paired as roommates but quickly got close despite how different the two of you seemed to be. Sam was always out at parties being social and seemed to know absolutely everyone on campus. You on the other hand... well were almost the exact opposite. You always joked that you were like the crotchety old man of your floor who only left for food or class, and just wants all those damn kids to quiet down while you’re trying to sleep. 

“Sigma Nu is throwing tonight, you HAVE to come with me. I’ll be lost without you please please please!” 

Sam was, in fact, not lost without you. She had practically ditched you the minute some frat boy asked her to play pong with him, leaving you alone and painfully sober in a sea of drunk college kids. As much as you loved Sam, she always seemed to do this whenever you come out with her. She’d beg that it wouldn't be fun without you but would leave as soon as you got there and you’d be stuck on babysitting detail for her drunk ass for the rest of the night. After about the fifth push and second drunk couple not noticing you leaned up against the wall and making out basically on top of you, you decided to leave in search of some desperately needed air. Weaving through sweaty drunk people should be a fucking Olympic sport because holy shit- you barely escaped with your life. After going through the kitchen, you finally found your way to a sliding door, quickly getting it open and stepping out into the cool night air. 

“Jesus christ why did I fucking come here,” you say under your breath, leaning against the porch railing and putting your head in your hands “And I can't even leave because I have to make sure Sam’s okay- god damn it”. Scrubbing your face with your hands, you look up at the sky and get lost in your own head until the sound of someone clearing their throat startles you. 

You quickly whip around, hand on your chest, to look at the other person who has also been occupying the porch without your noticing. A girl with short auburn hair and beautiful green eyes stands leaning up against the house. Her face is dotted with freckles and she’s wearing a comfy-looking flannel over a plain white tee, one hand shoved into the pocket of her jeans and the other holding a joint between two fingers. She is, without a doubt, one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen. You’re so entranced by her that you barely even notice when she says something to you. 

“oh...uhm- what?” you oh so eloquently reply, internally debating if you should throw yourself off the porch to make your escape from this awkward ass interaction. The girl smirks as her eyes scan you up and down- if you didn’t know any better you would think she was checking you out. 

“I said are you good? No offense but you kinda seem like you're freaking the fuck out” She repeats, smirk still present on her face as she brings the joint up to take a drag from it, blowing the smoke in your direction.

You blush, embarrassed that someone had been witness to your mini breakdown. “Yeah, I’m good. It's just a lot, you know? I don’t go to parties too often.” As soon as the words leave your mouth you cringe internally. Don’t go to parties a lot? You seriously couldn't think of anything cooler to say? Way to embarrass yourself in front of the hottest chick you’ve ever met. Your downward spiral continues until the girl breaks the quiet with a chuckle

“I get that, frats aren’t really my thing either but I get good business here so... here I am”. You nod your head, looking back up at the sky. “I’m Ellie, by the way. What's your name gorgeous?”. Your face feels like it's on fire, your brain practically short-circuiting trying to process that this actual goddess just called you gorgeous. You quietly tell her your name and when you look back at her, she has a wide smile stretching across her face. “Pretty name for a pretty girl.” 

Holy shit this girl is going to be the death of you. You’re sure that your face is going to melt off from how hard you’ve been blushing, the ability to speak has left you altogether. You’ve had flings in the past, with both boys and girls, but no one has ever been so brazenly interested in you. You find yourself desperate to know more about her, maybe run your hands through her hair and cup her face as you lean in for a- WOAH. You’re goin wild right now, you need to cool down

“So um... what do you sell?” You ask, trying to change the topic and give yourself some time to chill out. Ellie looks at the joint in her hands, then back at you with raised eyebrows. “Right right, sorry stupid question” you huff while looking down, embarrassed yet again by your lack of rizz. Ellie lets out a full-on laugh, pushing herself off the house and making her way over to you.

“You ever smoked before, pretty girl?” she asks while leaning on the railing next to you, so close you can feel the heat radiating off of her. Looking up, you’re surprised to see that her face is so close to yours that your noses are practically touching. 

“A few times, not a ton. I cough a lot though, so it's kinda embarrassing to do it with other people”. Ellie taps off the ash at the end of her joint, seemingly contemplating something before turning her attention back to you

“Well if you’re down to smoke, we can try a different way that maybe will help you cough less. That is, only if you want to”. You’re surprised by how quickly you accept her offer, asking her what she had in mind. Ellie moves from beside you to directly in front of you, planting her empty hand on your waist and bringing the joint she held in her other hand up to your face. “Okay, so it's called shotgunning. Just open your mouth after I take a hit, sound good?”. All you can do is nod, mesmerized as she brings the joint to her lips. The moon reflects off her soft skin, the end of the joint burning a deep orange as she inhales. After her hit, Ellie looks over at you and you do as she said. 

Flicking away what little is left from her blunt, Ellie cups your face with her now empty hand and brings her mouth to yours. As she’s kissing you she blows the smoke into your mouth, but you can barely concentrate, too focused on the feeling of her lips on yours. After only a few seconds, Ellie pulls away but keeps her forehead pressed to yours and you blow the smoke in her face as you both giggle.

You reach up and brush away a bit of hair that had fallen to cover Ellie’s eyes, running your fingers down the side of her face until you are cupping her cheek as well. You look at each other for a beat before you both lean in, lips meeting again. Ellie caresses your cheek before her hand moves to join her other one on your waist, finding their way under your shirt and stroking the skin there. She tries to deepen the kiss, licking your bottom lip which you playfully deny. Suddenly, Ellie pulls away for a moment to lift you up onto the porch railing. Your legs fall open and Ellie steps between them, connecting her lips to your neck and kissing down the side to your collarbone. Letting out a breathy moan, you grip the hair at the base of Ellie's neck and throw your head back. 

-SCHWOOP-

The noise startles you and you pull away from Ellie, much to her annoyance. Looking at the sliding glass door, you notice some obnoxious frat boy has thrown it open. 

“Hey, you deal right? I need a pre-roll if you have em”. Talk about a fucking cock block. Ellie all but growls into your neck, whipping around ready to give this dude the verbal thrashing of his life when you stop her by placing your hand on her shoulder. 

“It's okay, I need to find my roommate and get going anyway. But um... do you have your phone on you? Maybe I can give you my number and we can do this again sometime?”. Ellie smiles at that, pulling her phone out of her back pocket and handing it to you. Feeling bold, you give her one last kiss on the cheek before heading past the frat guy and back into the house.

You really hope she texts you. 

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an: tf kinda noise does a sliding door make? Def not schwoop but thats all my brain could come up with lmao. so thats my first ever fic, my writing could use some work so i’m def open to any feedback! Stay super freaky, have great vagina, I LOVE YAAAA 

[megan016]

Don't mind me just venting, after reading some JJK x readers and it's also past 1 AM so I am questioning my life pretty much. Pretty angsty, insecure, self confidence lacking vent.

🩵Randomly recommended song🩵

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Being single since the day you were born wasn't so great. Sure, until your late teenage years you thought you might be too young to date anyone. It wouldn't be real love after all. Just the typical young love that middle and high schoolers go through. You know, those relationships which end in a short period of time. However, as proud as you were that you were never included in these things... it was saddening being surrounded by people who were either in a relationship or had one.

You wanted to feel loved, also developed attachment issues, making it harder to make a difference between liking or loving someone, but it wasn't your fault anyways. Even if this issue gave you a hard time, making you desperate to be in a relationship finally, you had a type, you had standards which you never planned giving up on, right? You wanted to be happy with someone who hit these requirements, you weren't asking for much, were you?

Then why are you telling yourself that it is fine if they are not your type at all, they hit a few things you like in someone, that must be enough too, right?

Oh...

Maybe you do ask for a lot, no? After all, who are you to have the audacity to even think of having standards? Huh? Look at yourself...

What do you have to offer?

Have you ever thought of if these kind of people would even love you back? Oh please... Do you really think you hit their standards?

Don't be so self centered, you are not the only one who thinks the way you do.

Now go and lose some weight so you would have the ideal body.

Put some make up on to hide your ugly face, or at least make something else be the center of attention when they look you in the eye.

Have you looked at your nails? They look like you have never ever taken care of them. Maybe some press ons might help that.

I hope you remember that your face isn't the only thing ugly here. What a shame, look at that hip, those thighs and breast covered in white stretch marks. You know those are permanent, right?

Uhm... look at your grades... You can try telling yourself that "those don't reflect your real knowledge", but do you really believe it? You're so stupid. You really think you would have a chance with anyone this way?

Your looks changed so much. Almost looking completely like those annoying girls.

You are one of them, aren't you?

Well, not really. Fortunately.

However, even those kind of people you dislike, your current classmates, your ex-lassmates, even your bullies, one who is also known as your toxic ex-friend, has a partner.

Maybe, just maybe...

...you are the issue.

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Don't misunderstand me, I don't have problem with people who do make up, do their nails or do anything to make themselves feel prettier. Then I was talking about the annoying girl who do these, I meant I hate their personality. Their personality is what's rotten.

LOVE Y'ALL, MWAH!

I just go, continue listening to my vent playlist while crying, no sleep needed this night.

Geto x reader hurt/comfort coming soon, where again, I will just list my insecurities but he comes to the rescue and comforts the reader<33

-Megan🩵

[lynxtheserval]

Y'all I had a moment, I'll start working on the requests after this but I had to get this down lmao.

Also this one honestly made me laugh a little bit, just because of the wording and how tired I am, so, not my best work lmao.

Anyway I had an idea of a reader being stuck in the Phighting world or something, and yada yada this happens or something.

I was deadass kinda creeped out while writing this HELP, but my friend said I should post it so here I am haha

Yandere Broker x human reader - Paranoia

(TW: Yandere shit, kidnapping, stalking, and the use of the word "dollface" (insert :cryinglaughing: emoji here))

A cheerful smile is what The Broker was known for. Being happy, being cheerful, having a smile on his face at all times. Although, currently, he may be smiling, but he wasn't happy. He had you in his grip, but then you decided to fight back and run. He lost his sights on you, where were you?

You were hiding, that's where you were. You weren't even used to being in this world yet, much less being used to HIM.

“I'll protect you, you aren't used to this world, so I’ll help you, my dear!” Is what he told you. At first, you didn’t exactly know what he meant by that, but now you can take a guess.

He seemed charming at first, but he wasn’t a trustworthy guy, you’ve heard it from everyone. It was one of the first things you learned about this world. Now, you see why people say that so often.

As soon as you declined his offer to live with him, because you heard the warnings, you started feeling more… paranoid, after that.

Waking up, paranoid.

Walking through the streets, paranoid.

Eating, paranoid.

Sleeping, paranoid.

You randomly got paranoid with everything you did. This didn't happen back in the human world as much, so you knew something was going on, but you ignored it.

Of course you ignored it, didn't tell anyone, just kept feeling scared, until it finally caught up to you.

One odd night, you were feeling extra paranoid. You were walking to where you were staying, as you looked around you realized The Broker was staring at you, sitting by a lamppost. His one white eye seemed to be shining in the dark, catching your attention.

You both stared at each other for a few seconds, before he got up and walked toward you. You were a little creeped out by him, sure, but you’ve only talked to him a few times, so you stayed long enough for him to walk up to you.

He stared at you, and grinned with a larger smile then he had before.

“Y/N! Fancy seeing you here!” He giggled, a unsettling giggle. He knew you walked this way, same place, same time, every day. He was just waiting for you this time!

His giggles creeped you out, and you were getting red flag warnings everywhere. You had to get out of there as soon as you could, since no one could come help if Broker decides to do something bad.

“Oh- Broker! Hey!” You said, nervously fidgeting with your hands, avoiding too much eye contact. The Broker took notice of this, and gently took your hands into his.

“You seem.. nervous!” He said cheerfully, brushing one of his thumbs over your hand. “Don't be nervous dollface! I wouldn't harm someone like you.”

Okay.. that's creepy. You were officially creeped out. You tried to move your hands but Broker decided to tighten his grip.

“Broker..? You.. you can let go now..!”

“Darling..” The Broker hummed in amusement, “Calm down! I just want to hold your hands...”

You yanked your hands away from him, startling him, giving you enough time to run.

Fast forward to now, you were hiding behind a dumpster. You hit a dead end, and you were exhausted from running. Broker was close, you could hear his footsteps. His shoes were clicking against the pavement, making you nervous. The sound kept getting closer and closer. Your heart was beating so fast, you could hear the blood pulsing through your ears.

Then the click-clack of the footsteps stopped.

A few long moments pass. A few long, long moments. Your eyes were squeezed shut in fear, as you tried to hold your breath.

“Oh, dollface~..”

Your eyes shot open, and right in front of you was The Broker, staring directly into your eyes. Before you could react in any way he grabbed a hold of you, and covered your mouth with his hand.

“Now, make this easier for yourself, alright? We both know you can't run anymore!”

Of course you tried struggling out of his grasp, but instead of getting released like you should've, you felt an object hit the back of your head and your vision went dark.

You should have listened to the paranoia, Y/N.

[mikuni14]

Dead Friend Forever - Ep 12

My opinion about the finale: tl;dr I liked the finale, although the execution could have been better 😄

My dream ending (a bit delulu, a bit fairy-tale): they all get punished (no matter how, it could be death), Tan comes out of it all safe and sound, it turns out that Non survived and 1) for some reason he couldn't contact them 2 ) Non survived and helps Tan (with his knowledge or not), he is the Ninth Person. Bonus: White, after learning about Tee's sins, falls out of love and leaves the house with Tan hehehehehehehehe 🤭

My expectations for a story with revenge/justice for wrongs come down to the aspect of sin, punishment and redemption. And what I like most is the narrative that: if you drag someone else 1 meter through pain, you then have to crawl 2 meters through the same pain yourself. And only then apologize. And if you don't do it, you have to accept that someone could and would do it for you, when you least expect it, only this time they will drag you 10 meters throug pain and probably involve innocent people close to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ And what I appreciate about The Glory and DFF is that they used this particular motif. Because isn't it true? If the boys had done what I mentioned above, that is, if they had acknowledged their sins, been punished and apologized, then NONE OF ALL OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED. Because no, being sad is not a punishment, feeling guilty doesn't help Non, a late apology doesn't save Tan's family. Only decisive action and taking the consequences would have probably saved Non's family. And who knows, maybe it would have saved him too!

I really like what @befuddledcinnamonroll wrote about purgatory element in DFF. My littles addition: each of them committed a sin and would have avoided this fate if they had gone "through purgatory" and simply gone to Non's parents with information about him. None of them could do it, on the contrary, they kept lying about him. So Purgatory came to them and it brought its friend Hell with it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Overall, I think hallucinations were a good solution under the circumstances. Because I believe that punished people should be aware of WHAT they are paying for. (that's why I don't like the fact that Por simply died as if in an accident, not aware of what is going on - although it could be seen as... taking away his chance to live his pampered, comfortable life.) Therefore, hallucinations are somehow a crash course in punishment lol If Jin, Phee and Tee stayed in this hallucination, that would also be ok, because it means that they will never be free from Non, who can randomly appear in the background at any time 😆 and they know it and have no way out of this situation. It's like a prison for them.

Random notes:

Fluke's visions and his eye gouging. Symbolic. Personally, I think he should survive in this condition.

Top should die as a service to the community.

Tee should survive and lose everything again, but this time more painfully, because White is probably a first thing that is all HIS. I think he, living after White's death, is *chef's kiss* (it would be even better if White hated him and dumped him for Tan). In general, I like the repeated motif: Tee didn't want to kill Non, he didn't want to kill White. No one cared about his wishes.

of course, I would like White to survive and become Tan's boyfriend, but I accept his death because it's in convention, like in Elm Street, Scream franchise, where innocent people died. I have a feeling that for White to survive, he would have to reject Tee in some way in order to be "rewarded" with life 🤔

so it was Jin who released this video… well, until the last moment I was sure that due to the different backgrounds of the laptops, it was someone else and Jin simply took the blame/ thought it was him because he was drunk. For me it made sense because he wanted to show this video to Non's boyfriend and not to everyone and I felt like he was drunk because someone else uploaded his video and Jin knew he screwed up. Ok, whatever. I liked his hallucinations the most. Jin must have seen what his actions did to Non and he must have been afraid of what would happen if it were him.

until the last moment I was counting on Phee working with Tan and I didn't want to judge his recent stupid antics. I must admit that I am disappointed *deep sigh* well…. Phee paid with his life because he wanted answers but showed no commitment. He could have just left the case, and instead he snitched on Tan to the enemy.. In the end, even Jin's confession didn't move him (that's why I was so convinced it was part of some plan). From Tan's perspective and the narrative, this amounts to betrayal, Phee betrayed Tan and Non and therefore had to be punished. (And shooting Tan when Phee couldn't shoot Tee knowing he got Non killed???? Bitch.)

I liked Phee and Jin's dynamic and was even rooting for them up to this point, as an interesting and potentially fucked up couple (especially if Phee was working with Tan all the time). Ultimately, their relationship turned out to be boring and banal.

The absolute winner of this series was Tan, he is the perfect hero, loved by the masses for his absolute dedication to the cause. He has a clearly defined goal and is working towards it, even if others and him pay for it. We may discuss this character's morality, but we cannot deny his unconditional commitment. And that just appeals to people. And that was what Non needed and never got. Tan sold his own soul to the masked blorbo devil to avenge Non and therefore the narrative shows him as the only one worthy of "saying goodbye" to Non, whom Non thanks. Because each of the characters, including those who should have helped him, i.e. parents, teachers and the police, as well as "friends" and "good boy Jin", in the end always found some excuse not to help him, there was always something standing in the way. For Tan, money (which he stole from his parents), law, social status, social norms, his own life and future did not matter. And that's why he could die without remorse (if he did, which I doubt).

What I didn't like, plot holes, mistakes:

what was it about the mafia uncle and his death? was this a very important to the plot character who just… died off-screen? Likewise, Perth's character, the woman who was investigating the gang… what about them?

an ax left outside, the camera pans over it, suggesting that it is important to the story. What for?

the first scene in the series with Jin and Non running away from the masked blorbo? where did it come from?

who was the 9th person?

did Tan really do everything himself? like the wire? we only know this from Phee's stories...

......who knew things he couldn't have known. I thought it was all part of his plan with Tan, but since we now know it wasn't, how did he know about the wire? about the poisoned and hypnotized Top? A GIANT PLOT HOLE.

total fuck up with clothes. For example, Non appears in visions wearing the shirt he died in, which no one but Tee could have seen him in

the clothes of the masked blorbo fighting Tan and Tee were different than those of Top

complete lack of White's history, which makes it unclear where his visions came from. Who is he (also, who is Top?)

what is actually real? As I mentioned, I don't like open, ambiguous endings

and most importantly: NON'S BODY WAS NOT FOUND, it was not buried with the respect, no one cried at his funeral. There is no one who remembers him. That's part of why I wanted Tan to survive. That there would be someone who would remember Non and remember him with tenderness and love. Non deserved at least this!!!

If you think about it, the ending itself is just funny and very old school. It immediately reminded me of the nightmare from Elm Street and Final Destination, when everyone thinks everything is ok, and then oops 💀

What has always surprised me in part of the fandom and creators is the equation of actors with characters and the making the entire series about the branding couples. It seems to me that DFF was losing because of this, forcing couples which was completely unnecessary, which in the end affected the quality of the story. In addition, the actors were criticized for the actions of the characters they played and even had to explain them, which is another level of bullshit to which fans can stoop.

Overall, I rate DFF highly. This is a really great series, the actors are GREAT, the series didn't fuck around, it just showed the brutal reality, it wasn't afraid of gore, bold sex scenes, or problematic topics. It wasn't afraid to kill most of the characters either. As a theoretically BL series, it paved new paths and crossed new boundaries. The ending could have been done differently, but I still liked it. Regardless, I rate it 9/10 💖

Remember, it's about THEM:

You will be in my heart forever, King 💖

[ash5monster01]

Goes On Chapter One

Pairing: Charlie Dalton x OC!FemReader

Warnings: 18+, depression, mentions of suicide, heavy topics, eventual smut, slow burn romance, fluff, gender themes/stereotypes.

Summary: Against his best efforts Charlie has to start at a new preparatory school after the tragic events that took place at Welton. The very events that led to the loss of his best friend and getting expelled in the first place. He has no plans to make friends let alone get close to anyone ever again. That is until he meets Evelyn and her interesting group of friends. No matter how hard he tries to push them away he finds it to be impossible. So he caves and in the end learns that life can still be enjoyable even if it feels like everyone is against you.

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Prologue ←→ Two

Masterlist

Ridge Academy, NY

1/4/60

Coming back from break was always the worst. The good part was you knew you were already halfway there. The bad part was now it was time to get serious. No more silly Holidays or breaks. Now it was time for excessive studying, finals, and college applications. It meant being real for the next five months. The teachers knew this to which explained why Evelyn had a mountain of books to carry in her arms and enough homework to keep her up all night.

At least she had English. The one class she wouldn’t mind having an excessive amount of work. As long as she got to read and write it would be okay. A whole forty minutes to relax and enjoy the only lesson of the day that wouldn’t bore her entirely. Something to clear her mind. Or at least she thought.

“Isn’t he so cute, I told you” Evelyn heard Laurie whisper to Violet as she plopped down in her seat next to her. Laurie was the school gossip, most popular, most blonde, most perfect, and an in on every secret that flooded through the school. She had the power to be friends with anyone and for some reason she had chosen Evelyn and her friends.

Violet on the other hand was more outspoken. Gentle, kind, blue eyes as deep as the ocean and hair as dark as a raven. She had been Evelyn’s roommate the entirety of their time at the Academy and best friend in the world. So if Violet was part taking in Laurie’s gossip it only made sense Evelyn did too.

“Who’s cute?” Evelyn asked as she slid into her desk beside them and the two girls instantly shushed her, students turning, and giving the three confused looks.

“The new guy, he was in my math class” Violet whispered and Laurie nodded behind her, a grin etched across her face. New students meant fresh meat for Laurie. New gossip, new excitement, and possibly someone new to flirt with.

“Yeah he was in Latin with me first period. Real mysterious and quiet. It’s hot” Laurie spoke and Evelyn chuckled at her blonde friends antics. Only she could romanticize the idea of a new guy in Latin class with Mr. Miller who was bald and fat, and for some reason always smelled like moth balls.

“Well I wanna see the new guy” Evelyn pouted, now intrigued by the fact there was a new student randomly in the middle of the year and she not only hadn’t seen him yet but had been so busy with school she didn’t even hear about it.

“Don’t worry if you don’t have a class with him I heard he’s rooming with Nate” Violet said speaking of their male best friend. Nate hadn’t mentioned getting a new roommate but they also hadn’t really had the chance to see each other since they came back from the Holidays.

“Wait, quiet, there he is” Laurie hissed before Evelyn could yell about Nate not telling her. Evelyn nearly snapped her neck as she turned to the door where sure enough an unrecognizable boy walked through. His white button down was tucked into his required grey slacks, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up effortlessly. He was cute, and normally she wasn’t one to admit that so quickly.

“Wow” was all she could muster and the girls giggled at their normally not so shocked friend. Evelyn turned to see he had taken one of the open seats in the back, immediately dropping his head as if not to be seen.

“I wonder why he transferred?” Violet whispered back and Evelyn shrugged. Until now she hadn’t known anything of him and she hated that he actually was cute because now there was no way she could focus on class.

“Maybe his parents got a new job” she offered and the girls nodded as they accepted the answer and began to open their English books.

“Alright students today we’re going to be learning a little about Dr. J Evans Prichard” the room froze as a small scoff came from the back of the room, heads turning to spot the new kid.

“Is there an issue-” Mrs. Clark paused as her eyes scanned her papers for the new kids name. “Mr. Dalton?”

“No issue, just clearing my throat” Mrs. Clark rose her eyebrows, unconvinced with his excuse, but moved on nonetheless. Evelyn was surprised by such an outburst from the boy and grew even more curious about him. Suddenly his eyes locked on hers and she quickly turned her head away to avoid being caught staring.

“Well then, let’s open Chapter One of our books, Understanding Poetry” the class moved and did as told as Mrs. Clark got started with the lesson. Evelyn found it wasn’t only the boy that kept her distracted during the lesson but his reaction to the material as well. Why didn’t he like Prichard and how did he even know about him? She figured these were questions she may never get to learn the answers too.

Charlie had grown used to the staring. He figured he’d stick out like a sore thumb considering the fact most of the students were expecting the same old classmates from before. Add in the fact it was during the middle of the year. He thought he’d have fun admiring the girls and being around them considering he now went to a co-ed school but he still didn’t feel enough like himself to care. The Charlie that answered a phone call from God would be disappointed to see him now.

As Evelyn continued throughout her day she noticed the new kid ended up being in all the same classes with her. Guess it didn’t matter he was rooming with Nate because she couldn’t seem to get away from him after English class. With the shared amount of time together she learned he was quiet and mysterious just like Laurie had said, which perked her interest about him even more. So it was a total loss trying to pay attention in any of her classes, she was in another world, curious thoughts swirling her mind about him.

“Hey has anyone seen Nate?” Martin, Violets boyfriend, asked. They were sat in the students lounge, determined to get study group rolling so they didn’t have as much homework to do after dinner. Martin also needed all the help with classes that he could get. Martin wasn’t as smart as the rest of them but he was at least willing to work at it. He was determined and Evelyn figured that was exactly the reason Violet had fallen in love with him. Evelyn now realized that being stuck in her thoughts the rest of the day made her unaware of the fact she hadn’t seen her friend all day or at the very least talked to him.

“No not since lunch” Violet spoke, realizing their friend had been A-wall for a while.

“I’ll go find him” Evelyn popped up, curious herself as to why Nate hadn’t been around all day. She needed a distraction too, she couldn’t start the new semester with clouded judgement.

“Don’t get caught on the boys dorm floor!” Violet called after her, always worried about her careless friend, and Evelyn waved a hand back. Mostly unbothered considering Violet had Martin in their shared room almost every night.

“Nate, why are you hiding?” Evelyn shoved the familiar dorm door open to spot not only Nate at his desk doing homework but the new kid shirtless on the usually empty bed. She had already forgotten her friend had gained the new kid. What a waste of a distraction.

“Eve can you learn how to knock, what if we didn’t have pants on?” Evelyn rose her eyebrows to which the new boy snickered at the look on the girls face. He hadn’t meant to respond but seeing her expression made him laugh. She was cute he thought, someone he might’ve spent more time thinking about if his head wasn’t so crowded with grief.

“If you didn’t have pants on I’d probably be a little concerned as to what you two were doing and then I might’ve snuck a peek” Evelyn shot a wink towards the new boy, figuring if he was so quiet she could mess with him. Charlie was surprised by this response, not realizing the girl from most of his classes could be so outspoken.

“Evelyn could you stop embarrassing me for once, I meant if we were changing” he tried pushing her out the door and she giggled lightly, fighting back and forcing the door open.

“Oh lighten up Nate, it’s all in good fun. I just came to drag your ass to study group, Trig is killing me” she pouted at the boy, knowing he would cave. He always did. Nate held a soft spot for Evelyn and sometimes she abused her power, without even realizing she had it.

“Eve you’re gonna have to learn math at some point” Nate crossed his arms, hoping if he did homework in the dorm he could get his new roommate to open up a little. Martin was a cool guy but him and Nate were on different spectrums and if Martin wasn’t dating Violet he figured they’d never talk to each other.

“Yeah, but todays not that day. Let’s go” Evelyn shoved him towards the door and he sighed as she collected his books. Not willing to take no for an answer.

“Fine, you’re so annoying” Nate huffed as he went to grab his books from her before she messed his notes up. Now free of the books she turned to the new kid, ready to take her opportunity while she had it. The sooner her questions were answered the better off she’d be. No curiosities to keep her distracted.

“You too newbie, let’s move it” Evelyn collected the shirt she saw him wearing earlier from the ground and tossed it at him. He wore a surprised look but quickly collected himself.

“I think I’m okay sweetheart” he quipped and she rose her eyebrows, surprised to hear the confidence in his voice, but she didn’t falter as she held her ground.

“Save the pet names for Nate, we’re studying now” she told him, arms crossing over her chest. Charlie stared at her in shock for a moment and Nate sighed as he looked at Evelyn. The girl he had been in love with since he was thirteen. For a moment he realized having a room mate meant having someone new to steal her away.

“Man, she doesn’t take no for an answer. So save us the time and just come” Nate suggested a little defeated and Charlie looked to the girl, he saw how she held her shoulders high and waited for him to stand. She was brave.

Without answering Charlie stood and shrugged on the button up shirt he had planned on abandoning for the rest of the night. Evelyn grinned in victory as she watched his fingers glide up the buttons and hide away his chest. Evelyn tried her best not to seem too smug but it was hard not to when she had already convinced the new boy to tag along.

“I think you’re cool new kid” Evelyn said as he started to grab his own textbooks. Charlie gave her an amused look before shaking his head.

“It’s Charlie” he corrected her and she shrugged before turning towards the door and leading the pair of boys back to the study group.

“Found him and a straggler” Evelyn announced as she pushed the door open. The friend group turned to find the familiar faces of their friends was accompanied by a new one.

“Of course Evelyn would bully the new kid into spending time with us” Laurie said gesturing to him as they all took their seats at the table.

“I had to, Nate was talking about them not wearing pants together. It was my duty to save him” Charlie was surprised as she grabbed his shoulder and gave it a squeeze. He had never met someone so unbothered by the world around her. Most girls he knew were uptight or dumb.

“She took that out of context, she just opened my dorm door. One of us could’ve been changing” Nate quickly defended himself and the group laughed.

“That won’t stop her Nate, she would’ve enjoyed the view” Violet said and Evelyn let out a proud hmph because that was exactly what she said.

“Well Nate, introduce us to your friend” Laurie leaned forward on the table, dropping the nail file she held in her hands. Evelyn was surprised by the jealousy the bubbled in her stomach as she spotted the way Laurie looked at him.

“This is my new roommate Charlie, he just transferred from Welton” surprised faces appeared as they heard this. Shock filling almost each and every one of the group.

“A Welton boy, guess it is true that they’re all cute” Laurie smirked and Charlie gave a surprised look that these girls were so free willed with their speech. He figured majority of them were shy but maybe this is what happened when you went to a co-ed school.

“How did a Welton boy end up here of all places?” Violet asked him, curious as to how you could go from one of the best schools to here.

“Yeah, I tried to get into Welton and they denied me. Weird that someone who actually could attend comes here?” Martin asked a bit surprised. He already struggled at Ridge, Welton took one look at his grades and said hell no.

“You guys know you’re a prep school too right?” Charlie asked and Evelyn laughed like he just told the best joke of the year.

“Yeah but not a good one, maybe a quarter of our graduates go to ivy leagues and since we’re a co-ed school we’re frowned upon. The Ridge Rejects” Evelyn bumped her shoulder with his, surprised he wasn’t aware of this. Then again why would someone from the big times bother to know anything about the left behind kids.

“Yeah, exactly. We’re the kids who were too smart to go to public school but not smart or rich enough to go places like Welton or Henley Hall” Violet explained and Charlie nodded as he learned this new information. No wonder he ended up here of all places.

“Well I’m here because I’m the king of the rejects. Welton booted me” Charlie spoke so nonchalantly but the rest of the group gasped.

“They kicked you out?” Martin eyed him, shock covering his features.

“How did you get kicked out?” Nate asked, new to this information as well. He had been dying to know since last night.

“I hit a kid, he deserved it, and I’d like to do it again. On top of that they wanted me to sign some bullshit contract and I wouldn’t so they shoved me out the doors” Charlie stated, flipping through his assignments, already having come to terms with the fact he was no longer apart of that school.

“That’s really bad ass new kid” Evelyn spoke, eyes glimmering with admiration, and Nate burned with jealousy the same way he had been since she shoved open their dorm door and winked at him.

“Thanks” Charlie spoke and Evelyn was surprised to see he was much more than they had thought.

“Well Charlie welcome to the school of Rejects, you’ll fit right in”

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Prove Me Wrong

Chapter 9: I've Been Watching You For Some Time

If you need to catch up, here's the masterlist

Summary: Billy helps Jess bake

Warnings: Mentions of bruising and blood. Mentions of fighting. Swearing. The ending of this chapter being waayyyyyy too sappy for a Billy Hargrove fic, but eff it, I like sappy. Also, semi-proofread. Let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: 3.8k

Author's Note: Should I start making a playlist for each chapter?? I'm starting to realize music is a major theme in this series so... Also, considering the next chapter is the house party chapter, I might do it anyways just for that one.

Jess awoke the next morning groggy and miserable. According to her wall clock, it was already 7:30, thirty minutes later than she would normally get up, yet, she couldn’t bring herself to leave the comfort of her sheets. However, when she remembered why she was absolutely exhausted in the first place, she shot up out of bed and looked to the floor by the footboard. Her pillow and blanket remained on the ground, and a note seemed to be placed on top of the pillow. She picked up the piece of notebook paper and squinted, her eyes still not adjusted to being awake. 

Wanted to leave before anyone else got up. See you at 8

P.S. You snore. A lot. It’s kind of cute. 

Jess groaned at the thought of being ready in the next thirty minutes but dragged her feet to her dresser to find something to throw on, where she came across a jacket thrown over the corner of the dresser, a jacket that definitely did not belong to her. She tossed the familiar leather jacket on her unmade bed, then dug through a dresser drawer to find the high-waisted jeans she decided on wearing today. She then walked to her closet to retrieve a warm, pale pink turtleneck and a skinny brown belt. After throwing on the ensemble, she looked into the mirror above the dresser, quickly looking herself over before decidedly tucking in her turtleneck.  She was now looking back toward her bed, at the leather jacket. She was unsure of whether to hide it in her closet, afraid of her mother coming into her room to randomly clean as she sometimes did and finding it, or to bring it with her, considering she would still have to hide it in her bag or underneath her arm when she left. She threw her book bag next to it, deciding she would make her decision later. 

She went into her bathroom and continued to get ready for the day, placing the left side of her hair in two simple, black barrette clips, keeping it out of her face. She brushed her teeth longer than she should have, occasionally daydreaming or falling back asleep as she did so. She secured one of her white scrunchies around her wrist before leaving the restroom, knowing she’d need it for practice, and headed back to her room, where she was again confronted with Billy’s jacket. She figured she ought to bring it with her, it was cold after all and she was sure he would want it back. When she tried to stuff it in her bag, she quickly realized it was too large and thick to fit properly, causing her bag to bulge awkwardly and not allow it to zip closed. Sighing, she took it back out and secured it under her arm, throwing her backpack over her opposite shoulder. When she walked into the kitchen to retrieve both Billy’s and Max’s breakfast, she found her mother with a cup of coffee, staring at the TV from the kitchen island. 

“Good morning, hun.”

“Morning, Mom.” 

“You look… tired.” 

“Thanks.” She now had the fridge door open, peering inside to find there were only three muffins left. She grabbed them and then grabbed herself a banana, too tired to even consider making herself a proper breakfast. Jess glanced down at her watch and realized that Billy would be there any minute. She wished her mom a good rest of her day as she started for the front door. 

“Oh hunny, put your coat on, it’s freezing today.”

“Mom, my hands are kinda full.” She figured that this was a good enough excuse that would keep her mom at bay, that she wouldn’t have to pretend Billy’s jacket was her own, but her mother wasn’t letting up. 

“Well put it all down on the entrance table and put it on, Jess. It’s cold out there.” Her mother gave her the look, so she, unfortunately, did as she was told. Pulling it on she was able to clearly smell the mix of leather and Billy’s woody cologne, the scent of cigarette smoke acting as a footnote. The feeling of it being completely on sent electricity through Jess’s shoulders. It was foreign to her, having something of Billy’s so close to her. The sleeves were much too long, causing her to pull them up as she reached for the food she had placed on the table and then opened the door. “Have a good day, sweetheart.” 

She walked out into the cold, now glad she followed her mother’s instruction, the blush from having his clothes on making her even warmer than any other coat could. He, surprisingly, was late. And after standing there for another minute, she walked over to his place, thinking it would save time anyways. As she got closer, she could see Max rushing out the door along with Billy, who was visibly irritated. 

“Come on shitbird we gotta motor. Jess’s already waiting for us-” 

“She’s right there.” 

Billy turned from his driver’s door to find her, noticing immediately what she had on, causing him to smirk in satisfaction. He met her the rest of the way to retrieve what was in her hands. He was now wearing a different jacket, his denim one, which made Jess realize she should have brought her own jacket with her considering she would now be without one for the rest of the day. As he dropped his hands out of his pockets to meet hers and grab what was in them, she looked down and noticed his knuckles were now freshly cut open and bruised. 

“Cute coat,” Billy teased, only dropping his smirk to take a bite of his cold muffin. 

“Yeah, well my mom made me put it on. And since I had to pretend it was mine, I did.”

“Why’d you pretend it was yours?” 

“Because,” she was now whispering, looking over Billy’s shoulder at Max who was already in the back of Billy’s Camero, uninterested in their conversation, “I didn’t want her to know you were over last night, obviously.” 

“You couldn’t just say I left it at your place when we were studying?” 

The realization that she very well could have made her drop her shoulders in realization and sigh in annoyance, “Well, I’m not exactly used to lying to my parents, Hargrove.”

Billy nodded his head, swiping the top row of his teeth with his tongue as he did so. He then looked back to his car. “Better get going, princess.” As they both entered the car, he tossed Max one of the muffins, and then looked at the third one before looking over at Jess, “Is that all you’re eating?” He then nodded his head to the banana that was still in her hands. 

“Eh. I figured since you guys normally get two I’d just let you two fight over the last one.” In the middle of her sentence, he was already setting the last muffin on her lap as he looked behind him, throwing his car in reverse as he did so. 

“We ate already anyways,” is all he said as he began leaving his driveway. Billy then flipped on his music, You’ve Got Another Thing Coming blasting from the stereo as she began to turn it down. 

“So have you guys been eating every morning?” 

“Yup.” Max answered, her mouth full from a bite of her own muffin.

“So why the hell have I been grabbing you guys two every morning?!” 

“Hey, I never told you to do that.” Billy was now the one to answer, he too eating as he talked to her, “But I’m not one to complain,” He then looked over at her and quickly winked her way before looking back at the road. 

“You guys are the worst.” 

“But we appreciate you anyways.” Max had decided to speak up again, taking a triumphant last bite before wiping her hands clean and discarding the lining on the seat next to her. 

“Aye dipshit, that better not be there when you leave my car.” Billy was now eyeing Max through his rearview mirror, seemingly able to see her discard her trash in his backseat. Instead of acknowledging him, her attention turned to Jess, now eyeing the leather jacket skeptically. 

“Wait. Is that Billy’s?” She was audibly disgusted by the fact that one of her close friends now had on her stepbrother’s, well, anything. She kept a look of distasteful surprise on her face until Jess turned to her, not really sure what to say. 

“W-“

“Mind your own business, shitbird,” Billy cut in, refusing to allow Max to convince Jess to take it off any time soon. 

“Ugh. Gag me with a spoon.” Max then slumped back into the middle seat, crossing her arms in the process before continuing, “What’s Steve gonna say?” 

“Who cares what bitch-boy says.” 

Jess kept her eyes on Max as she refuted her abhorrence, “I’m not actually wearing it for the day. Billy left it… last night (not a lie) and I was just returning it.” She then turned back to watch Billy turn into the parking lot as she carried on making up excuses as to why it was even on her in the first place. “And then it was cold so… but I’m just giving it back.” 

“Whatever.” Jess swore up and down that Max had her stepbrother’s attitude, and if they weren’t blood-related she would have assumed that their snarky behavior ran in the family. 

“Alright, now get lost.” The Camaro was abruptly parked, causing both Jess and Max to be thrown slightly back and then forward.  As Max began to once again climb to the front without Jess having time to exit the vehicle, Jess threw her hand up. 

“Why don’t I get out to make it easier for you.” As she opened the passenger door and got out, Max was right on her tail, wasting no time to leave their presence as she was visibly irritated: with both of them most likely. Jess sat back down as Max cleared the doorway, but before she shut the door Max turned and looked directly at Billy. 

“I don’t need to remind you to leave her alone, do I?”

“Goodbye, Max.” Billy was now ducking so that Max was able to clearly view him waiving sarcastically before flipping her off. She returned the favor as she slammed the door, shaking her head and rolling her eyes in the process. Jess then watched as she dropped her board rather aggressively and skated straight to her middle school. Billy looked behind them and groaned at the sight of Max’s leftover trash still laying on his seat. 

“Fucker,” He grumbled as he shifted back in his seat after retrieving his bag and the muffin lining from behind him. Jess was now eating her own breakfast, careful not to spill any crumbs in his spotless Camaro. 

Jess looked back at Billy’s knuckles, which were much different than how he arrived last night. She gestured with her muffin toward them and simply asked, “What happened?” 

Billy chuckled, looking over at her, and joked, “You should see the other guy.” Jess didn’t find the joke as funny as Billy did, and when she gave him a knowing look, he caved in. “I couldn’t have a busted lip without having a few busted knuckles to match alright? Don’t worry, just punched my bed a few times. No big deal.” 

Jess couldn’t help but think back on times Billy had come to school with purple knuckles just as he had now, with only a small bruise or scratch on his face, but every time she thought back, no one really knew who he got in a fight with. It was always some kid from out of town, or some older college dude who didn’t know his place, and everyone believed him because he was Billy Hargrove, the fights didn’t need much explanation. The realization made her sigh in acceptance as she took another bite of her breakfast, losing her appetite the more she thought about those many incidents. 

Billy watched her mind work, and before she was able to think about it for too long, he quickly changed the subject. “So, if you’re just ‘giving it back’ I’m guessing you brought your own?” When she just shook her head back, mouth still full, he sighed, “Yeah, I thought so… It’s not a big deal if you wear it, you know.” 

Jess laughed at the thought of her waltzing into school in Billy Hargrove’s jacket as she swallowed. “Yeah right! I’m sure Steve would have a spaz attack.” As she took one last bite, she again laughed at another realization, “Oh god, and Jane. She would probably hate me even more than she does now. Not to mention the shit I’d get from Carol.” She then remembered the conversation at her locker from yesterday and knew she wouldn’t get away with wearing another article of clothing belonging to a different boy. Jess handed her remaining trash to Billy, who was more than happy to take it, as she began awkwardly shifting from left to right in her seat, and, to Billy’s disappointment, started pulling her arms one at a time out of the leather coat. She then aimed it behind Billy and looked back to him, “Is this okay?” indicating that she was about to toss it there. 

“Sure,” was all he had to say, now searching the parking lot through his front windshield. When he heard the fabric drop, he sighed, beginning to open his door, causing Jess to do the same. When the cold hit, part of her begged the other to reach into the backseat and put back on the leather jacket, but the most stubborn part of her won, which was also aware of how much Steve would possibly hate her if she gave into the cold. So instead, she found her best friend, as she has done every morning this week, and walked over to him, slightly bouncing as her turtleneck was not enough to keep the December wind from reaching her skin. 

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Today’s afterschool practice was just as rough as yesterday’s, considering Wednesday was the day both the basketball team and the cheer team shared the track for their weekly mile. And though a mile is significantly less than two, they wouldn’t be exactly finished with their practice since they would still have 40 minutes to fill, 40 minutes that their coach was not in the mood to waste. Jess was, however, grateful for the extra activity, as the girls were now back to having practices outside, considering it was not below freezing, according to their coach anyway. So when she entered her locker room with her face as red as it was, her forehead speckled with sweat, she was sure to take advantage of the showers. It was only when she was met with the doors that separated the gym from the outside did she begin to regret her shower, as she was still with the consequential wet hair that came from it. She stopped at the double doors, unwilling to feel the push of freezing cold air that would hit her face if she decided to open them. 

“What’s the matter, Logan?” Billy had exited his own locker room, his hair dried a little better than hers, his hands in his pockets, his jacket pockets, the sight making her shiver in anticipation for what waited behind those doors. As she looked over at him with envy, he slightly leaned in to his left, wearing a smirk that irritated her, “Maybe next time, you’ll just wear the damn coat.” He then freed his right hand from the warmth of his pocket and pushed in the metal bar that released one of the doors from its latch and walked out, unphased by the weather. Jess sucked in and held it as she followed suit, convincing herself that the discomfort that came from not being allowed to breathe would outweigh any that came from the cold. 

Not below freezing my ass. 

Billy quickly unlocked both of their doors and then just as swiftly blasted his heater. He then reached directly behind him and retrieved the jacket that was left behind and waited for Jess to enter her side of the car before handing it over, still wearing the same smirk, as if to challenge her to put it on in front of everyone walking out from their gym. 

“You’re an ass,” she claimed as she begrudgingly took it and put it on. It was slightly colder than she remembered it being this morning, but it still made her feel much warmer than she was the two seconds before she had it on. Billy only chuckled at her irritation as he pulled forward, away from his parking spot, and exited the lot. 

Their ride home consisted of Billy flipping through radio channels, constantly complaining over Hawkin’s ‘shit selection’, and Jess rubbing her hands together as she looked out her passenger window at the familiar view of trees and plain houses. When they pulled into Jess’s driveway, they wasted no time retreating into her home, which was oddly quiet from Billy’s point of view. However, Jess closed the door, locked it, and immediately walked over to the kitchen fridge, swiftly ripping a note from a magnet, only to skim it for a few seconds before tossing it in the trash. 

“What was that?”

“It’s date night for my parents. Something about Indianapolis. They’ll be gone all night.” As Jess said this, she opened the fridge door, knowingly looking in and then looking down at the fruit drawer, where she found that they were out of blueberries. “Great.” She continued to look through it, before taking out a plastic package. “So how do you feel about cranberry orange?” She then placed the cranberries on the kitchen island before peering into the pantry, eyeing a package of chocolate chips, “Or what about chocolate chip muffins?” 

“What, you making some fresh ones just for me, Logan?” As he began to crack his award-winning smile, she opened the plastic and threw a cranberry at him. 

“I said stop doing that.” 

She underestimated his reflexes as he caught it, tossing it into the sink once he did so. He came closer to her, looking around at all the ingredients she was pulling from the fully stocked closet. 

“So why’re you making them now then?” 

“Well, if you’re still expecting muffins as payment for the rides, I need to make a new batch.” She then searched for her metal measuring cups along with her two wooden mixing bowls, placing them on the island along with the ingredients once found. After pushing up the sleeves of Billy’s leather jacket many times, she remembered she no longer needed it, throwing it over the back of the living room couch. “Set the oven to three-fifty, will ya?” Billy left his spot leaning against the sink to do as he was told, twiddling with the dials until he figured out how to adjust the temperature. He then walked toward the island Jess was working at, pushing against it with his palms. 

“Okay, Hargrove,” She then picked up the chips and the cranberries, alternating lowering and raising each one, “Which flavor am I doing?” 

“Both.” 

“Both?”

“Both.” 

“Why can’t you be like your sister and choose chocolate like a normal teenager…” Once she was done combining the wet and dry ingredients, she then split the batter halfway, folding the chocolate chips in one half. She then walked over to the fruit basket located on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and tossed an orange to Billy, who effortlessly caught this piece of fruit as well. “Alright then, you get to zest the orange though.”

“I get to what?” 

“Zest?” When Billy still gave her a befuddled look, she sighed and took the zester from its home and placed it on the counter, finding two smaller bowls after and placing them in the same area. She then placed the zester in her left hand, gently taking back the orange from Billy and holding it in her right hand. She then lightly grated the orange against the tool back and forth, making sure to carefully aim the shredded pieces into one of the bowls. When this was done she began to cut what was left of the orange, juicing it into the separate bowl. Billy watched as she worked, feeling as he did the night previous. He watched the tiny muscles in her hands flex as she squeezed what little was left from the orange. He watched as she continued to flip her hair out of her face, careful not to touch it with her hands as they were still dripping. He watched as sucked in her lips as she concentrated, the same way she did when she was fixing him up last night. 

Being with her in the kitchen, being allowed to observe her bake something for him, it all felt domestic to him. He stood there and wondered if this is what his father took for granted. He remembers his mother in the kitchen, always smiling though, in contrast to the look of concentration that Jess seemed to always wear in the kitchen. And though the two women were very different, they were both equally as beautiful in their own way to him. And in that moment, he began to loathe his father even more, because, especially now, he couldn’t understand how Neil would be able to stand there, watch his wife smile the way she used to in the kitchen, watch her put her heart into whatever it was she was making for the three of them, for his family, and not feel even feel a fraction of the way Billy did as he watched Jess do the same.  

When Jess turned back to him to announce she was almost ready to put them in the oven, what she found were his eyes already meeting hers, a look of deep thought glazed over them. It made her stomach jump to even think that he would ever watch her like that. But she shook this thought away and looked over at the plastic container once again. “You wanna help with the cranberries? It’s the last thing I need to do before they go in.” Jess watched the ripples within his ocean eyes start to calm as her question began to pull him back to whom he was supposed to be, and just like that, the ocean was again still as he answered her blandly. 

“Whatever you want, princess.”

And though she heard the sarcasm being hinted in his nonchalant demeanor, she missed the promise hidden within his words: that no matter what she asked, there was no possible way he would be able to turn her down. 

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[lemonhemlock]

What do you think of Rhaenyra and Stannis parallels? They both claim that they’re the rightful queen/king and everyone else is a traitor, fire obsessed lover, the bastards around them, etc.

I think you could strike up parallels between literally anyone if you set your mind to it, even if you randomly pick two strangers off the street. But it doesn't mean those parallels would have symbolic value. Such is the case of Rhaenyra and Stannis.

The main difference between them is that Stannis is the legal king of Westeros after Robert's death, while Rhaenyra simply isn't, according to Westerosi law, which Stannis himself is quick to point out. Moreover, I don't think Stannis would necessarily welcome a comparison to Rhaenyra at all. 😅

Stannis thinks everyone else is a traitor because he is also very inflexible in his application of the law, he's always going to prioritize the letter of the law and not the spirit of the law, which is why he cuts Davos' fingers off, even though risked his life to keep Storm's End supplied while it was under siege. The term 'claim to the throne' in Stannis' case is a little misleading: it's not that the law isn't on his side, it's just that he is militarily incapable of seizing the accoutrements of power and defeating his rivals, which is why his lawful title is demoted to ~claim. He is, in effect, ousted/usurped by the Lannisters via lies, wealth and military alliances.

It's very important that Cersei's treachery holds enough plausible deniability that allows her allies to discard the truth, allows them to place their own interests over the proper inheritance pattern because they can easily argue in public that they are respecting the proper succession laws. I've argued this before, but it is very important that Cersei's children look like her and that Jaime is her twin, which makes it only natural if her children look like him as well. So, in that regard, they could be Robert's children, just favouring their mother's side. Robert's grandmother was a Targaryen after all, so blonde children are not out of the question. And wouldn't it be just so convenient for scheming Stannis to make up such lies in order to usurp his brother's crown? This plausible deniability is completely absent from Rhaenyra's situation with her three eldest children. Cersei's lie was just better and it paid off.

But I digress. I'm not sure Melisandre is meant to be any Daemon stand-in. Their purposes and means are entirely different, even if the fire priests and dragons will come to interact in some way. Daemon does what Daemon will, his interest is Valyrian supremacy and his personal advancement, while Melisandre's objectives are more ideological: she thinks she is performing a collective good by aiding against the great Other. Stannis, advised by Melisandre, goes North to fight against the white walkers; Rhaenyra, advised by Daemon, continues her fight for the throne till the very end.

As for bastards.... Stannis has none, while Rhaenyra has three. The bastards surrounding Stannis are meant to test his morality, what kind of morally reprehensible acts is he willing to commit in the quest for gaining the crown, which is where Melisandre's blood sacrifice proposals come into play. Whereas the dragonseeds are more of a vague concept of Targaryen bastardy (no direct lineage can be ascertained for sure) and are there to make the Dance of the Dragons more exciting by providing additional air battles.