#secret fuck buddies but they truly hate each other

[illyrianbitch]

FOR EDUCATION IN MALICE SERIES...

[buddierecs]

outsider pov buddie fics

these fics have a mixture of outsider pov, most from the 118 family tho all of these are general audience, teen and up or not rated (no smut) make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

paralytic narcolepsy guy hates buckley & diaz by: eightpackdiaz "paralytic narcolepsy guy is forced to listen to buckley and diaz talk to and about each other in his unconscious presence over the years. he insists he fucking hates them. but then he also accidentally helps them get engaged." word count: 5.4k important tags: 5+1 things, idiots in love, getting together good luck, babe by: hattalove "sometimes, when you've had a bad week, all you want is a romantic evening out with your wife over terrible pizza, and what you get instead is some kind of intricate gay ritual happening two tables away from you." word count: 2.1k important tags: crack, social media, jealous!eddie diaz jeep talking by: daisies_and_briars "a ride in the backseat of buck's Jeep with buck and eddie in the front gives chim new perspective on his brother-in-law's strange dynamic with his so-called "best friend.' and chim is sick of them being so oblivious." word count: 2.2k important tags: chimney han pov, oblivious!chimney han the sincerest form of flattery by: canadadry "in which brad torrence only almost passes out, and observes the aftermath." word count: 1.7k important tags: brad torrence pov, bobby nash is evan buckley's parent, 8.03 fic

actually, truly by: milenadaniels "helena (and ramon) tries to find a way back into eddie's life and doesn't know what to make of finding buck around every corner she turns." word count: 14k important tags: helena diaz pov, post season 4, homophobia, pre-relationship, hurt!eddie diaz, therapy i'll call you mine by: coupe_de_foudre "5 times ravi witnesses eddie and buck fake a relationship, and the one time he realises they were married all along" word count: 9.1k important tags: 5+1 things, ravi panikkar pov, fake dating, fluff, misunderstandings, idiots in love does your firehouse know? by: allyasavedtheday "after chimney accidentally discovers buck and eddie are together they ask him to keep it a secret for a few weeks while they settle into their relationship. It goes about as well as expected." word count: 7.5k important tags: chimney han pov, secret relationship, crack a simple kind of love by: woodchoc_magnum "in which christopher watches as eddie and buck slowly fall in love." word count: 15k important tags: christopher diaz pov, pre-relationship, getting together, buckley-diaz family maybe it's the way you lean on his shoulder by: allyasavedtheday "in which naddie realises there might be more to buck and eddie's relationship than she'd originally thought." word count: 4.1k important tags: maddie han pov, feelings realisation, domestic fluff another man's child by: georges1982_96 "a 5+1 fic of chim realizing buck is chris's dad and buck gradually stumbling on the same realization" word count: 18k important tags: chimney han pov, 5+1 things, ptsd, medial trauma, homophobia, ableism, soft!buddie, protective!evan buckley don't need to be related to relate (don't need to share genes or a surname) by: champagne_for_breakfast "the one where bobby realizes he is somehow buck's father, eddie's father-in-law and christopher's grandfather all at the same time. and he may just be one conversation away from calling eddie out and making him kiss buck." word count: 10k important tags: bobby nash pov, idiots in love, getting together, bobby nash is evan buckley's parent shapes and spaces by: prettyunhinged "five times christopher calls buck his dad to other people, and the one time he finally gets to say it to buck." word count: 14k important tags: 5+1 things, christopher diaz has two dads, oblivious!buddie, getting together, team as family, fluff

[alittlebitofloveliness]

Johnny Cade fic

Sometimes, keeping secrets is necessary.

For all the gang is close, close as brothers- sometimes closer than that if Soda and Steve’s weird dynamic is anything to judge by- Johnny knows that some things are best kept between two people, three in some situations, or guarded closely to oneself when a secret is more shame than anything more. It’s why he and Dally patch each other up so often and leave the others out of it, Dally with his warlike ways and gritty survival, him with his stupid broken heart and the bruises it earns him. It’s easier he thinks, to keep that sort of sharing and vulnerability for two people instead of seven, just like it’s easier for Darry to only ever truly talk to Two-bit, and for Soda to haul Steve out for a drag race when he shows up on the Curtis’ front porch with cold eyes and yet another bloody lip. Not everyone needs to know everything. Some things are best kept between a few folks, and if those things are named secrets, well, so be it. It would do more harm than good for Darry to find out what Pony says when he’s ranting to Johnny, and Dal never needed to know half the things Johnny and Darry did to get him out of scrapes he never even realized he’d gotten himself into. 

Another thing Johnny knows about secrets: some are more important than others. Knowing the nickname Steve’s mom used to call him is a far less important secret than the real reason Dal left New York, but Johnny keeps any and every secret entrusted to him locked up tight behind layers of stubbornness that could rival Pony in even his most pigheaded moods. He learned a long time ago that loose lips sink ships- and he couldn’t live with himself if something he knew and let slip ever ended with one of the gang getting hurt. Hell, he can hardly stand to live with himself now.

“Stupid grease,” For a second Johnny thinks the insult is being tossed at him, but when he looks up the soc- some asshole with the dumbest fucking haircut Johnny’s ever seen- doesn’t appear to have even noticed he’s rounded the corner as he grumbles to the rest of his buddies all dressed in letterman jackets and combover hairdos, “can’t believe some greaseball kid thinks he can work with my girl.”

“Least the kid is smart,” a guy with a yellow madras shirt Johnny recognizes from his own C level english class says. Johnny had thought he was dumb as a post before he’d been sat next to the guy. Compared to goldie he was fucking Einstein himself, “I got stuck with Rosie. Dumb bitch wouldn't recognize her own face in a mirror.”

Look who’s talking, Johnny thinks, fully intending to keep minding his own business. Socs pissed off and planning to jump a greaser kid was nothing new in the halls of Tulsa high, and he wasn’t planning to stick around and find out which unlucky guy was gonna be the latest target of the football team. Maybe they’d be stupid enough to go after Curly Shepard again and get their asses handed to him. Johnny fucking hates Curly shepard, but even he has to admit the guy is a straight up beast in a fight. Real tuff.

“Doesn’t mean I’m gonna let some freshman grease named after a damn horse chat up my girl.” The soc with the ugly haircut sneers, “we’re gonna teach that kid a lesson. Lawson says the kid’s on the track team, so we’ll catch him when he’s done practice so the coach don’t go looking.”

The soc keeps talking, joking with his buddies, probably describing in vivid detail how he’s planning on beating up Johnny’s best friend- his thirteen year old best friend- into a pulp. Johnny can’t hear it anyway- not over the roaring in his ears.

Steve is cursing and fighting with his combination lock when Johnny finds him just outside the science wing, his carefully gelled hair a stark contrast to his grease stained t-shirt. For all the dark cloud of his mood is nearly visible, Johnny still can't help but feel bad for him. Soda had officially dropped out just over a month ago and Steve was still taking it mighty hard. He kind of understood- Steve didn’t have a ton of friends besides the gang, and with Evie skipping half the week and Soda working full time, Steve's social circle at school had shrunk to near zero. 

“We got a problem,” Johnny tells him without preamble, and there’s a grim determination in Steve’s eyes when he turns to him, nodding and following him down the hallway without a word. Besides his gruff but unflinching loyalty, one thing about Steve that Johnny appreciates is that, like him, Steve feels no need for meaningless pleasantries. 

As they stalk through the halls, no doubt looking like they mean business if the way socy girls and a few fresh men give them a wide berth is anything to judge by, Steve doesn’t ask questions, no doubt knowing that Johnny will explain everything as soon as they track down Two-bit. 

“Two,” Steve barks as soon as they spot him, flirting with a pretty blonde who’s rolling her eyes but moving closer to him just the same, “let’s go. We got a problem.”

He must be able to tell he’s serious because he gives the blonde a final leer and joins them immediately.

“What’s goin’ on? I’d nearly talked her into lettin’ me take her to the Dingo on Saturday.”

“There’ll be other girls for you to disappoint sexually,” Steve rolls his eyes, “but Johnny says we got a problem right now.”

He turns to Johnny expectantly.

“I overheard some socs earlier talkin’ ‘bout Ponyboy,” Johnny starts. Both older boy’s eyes darken, comprehension dawning. This isn’t the first time one of them overheard some soc planning to give Pony a good jumping and Johnny doubts it’ll be the last, just like he knows it won’t be the last time he, Steve, and Two will fight them off before they can so much as breathe wrong in pony’s direction. Of all the secrets he keeps Johnny thinks this might be the most important, and he thinks Two and Steve feel the same way. Darry and Soda worry about Pony enough as it is, they hardly need to be terrified about him getting beat up at school too; and Pony would never forgive them fighting his battles for him. Hell, if he ever found out he’d probably pick a fight with a soc on purpose just to prove he’s tough. He still don’t get it, that he’s tough enough already for all he likes his books and movies and stuff. Not many folks can go through what Pony’s gone through and not lose a piece of themselves that Pony has kept spectacularly, miraculously, intact.

 “Said they were plannin’ on jumpin’ him after track practice,” Johnny continues, “it was some guy with a dumb haircut, and that guy I sat with in english last year. Mark somethin’?”

“Bradshaw, I think,” Steve spits, “Sounds like him and Ian Cosegrove. They were in my history class last year, and they’d probably be in Pony’s english class now he’s been moved up. One of them has that real dumb haircut?”

“That’s them.”

Two bit cracks his knuckles,  “Let’s go.”

It’s not hard to track the socs down from where they’re hanging out on the hood of some flashy mustang Johnny wished he could steal. It also isn’t hard to beat the two of them to a pulp, and their buddy who joined in too, because for all they’re football player they aren’t greasers, and they aren’t filled with the sort of fiery rage that’s coursing through Johnny’s veins, and Two-bit and Steve’s too.

Sure, no one was allowed to mess with anyone in the gang, but that went double for Ponyboy. None of them would ever be right again if anything happened to the kid, and they all knew Darry probably couldn’t survive it. Hell, Soda couldn’t either, 

Later that day, after Steve has waited around an hour to drive he and Ponyboy home just in case, Johnny hides his swollen knuckles in his jacket pockets and tucks this latest fight close to his chest, another secret best kept to himself.

He’d never have it any other way. Steve and Two wouldn’t either. The Curtis’ looked out for them all- it was only right they return the favour whenever and however they could.

Johnny listens to Pony and Steve argue, watches Two light up a cigarette, and smiles.

It’s no secret it’s tough sometimes to be a grease. But he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[the-lost-lights]

The Fixer Drone AU Character Profile 3: Serial Designation N aka Assistant N

(A follow up of THIS POST about my Fixer Drone AU)

Everyone’s favorite assistant Drone. Or at least Tessa, Cyn and Uzi’s favorite assistant Drone.

A Worker Drone personally given to Tessa by Cyn in order to assist her in her job alongside V and J some time after she stopped a group of rebellious Drones that wanted to infiltrate JCJenson’s headquarters and blow up the entire place with a nuke. Before that he used to be a butler but he doesn’t remember much about that time other than that his previous owners were terrible people and they threw him in the trash for no apparent reason.

Yes, in this AU N is just a regular, unmodified Worker Drone. There is a reason why but that’s something secret that’s tied with Cyn and Tessa’s mysterious past. And also a big spoiler.

He’s not very good at his job, but he still tries to be useful help anyone: Tessa, V, J, Uzi, the numerous Disassembly Drones that haven’t tried to eat him yet because Cyn put him on a “do not consume list”, Tessa’s numerous victims, MPD… Ok, maybe not MPD since the last time he helped them they removed two of his limbs but still, if you need a hand he’ll be glad to give it to you. Both literally and figuratively.

Despite this he never truly had a friend until Uzi came: Cyn and Tessa do consider him a friend and like him despite not being the sharpest tool in the shed and also a not very competent assistant but he’s afraid of them and constantly tries to make them happy in order to not end on the operating table, J hates his guts due to the attentions Tessa gives him and would gladly kill him if Tessa didn’t implant chips in their cores to prevent them from harming each other and V is distant to him for some unspecified mysteriously vague reasons (FORESHADOWING).

His relationship with Uzi is complex: he’s happy to have her as a friend and wants her to stay, but he perfectly knows that she’s not going to stay alive if she keeps working for Tessa and so he keeps trying to let her escape, but his efforts to help her are dampened by Tessa, J and his crippling need for friendship.

Wears a JCJenson worker uniform plus his iconic hat, which is a gift from Tessa. He keeps losing or damaging them but luckily he has a closet with dozens of them inside of all colors and patterns.

Fun Fact! He has a robo-puppy called Buddy that was made by Uzi as a gift for him. He loves him a lot despite him being a bit of a troublemaker.

Next time, on The Fixer Drone AU: an assortment of informations about my AU.

Unless the last episode fucks up this AU just like the previous one did to The Last Daughter of Copper 9.

I'm still sore about it.

[brandnulife]

RIP, Shannen Doherty (1971-2024)

"Shocked and saddened to hear about the passing of my friend Shannen. She was a force of nature and I will miss her. Sending love and light to her family in this dark time." - Jason Priestley

"I am still processing my tremendous grief over the loss of my long-time friend Shannen, the woman I have often described as one of the strongest people I have ever known. Our connection was real and honest. We were so often pitted against each other but none of that reflected the truth of our real relationship which was one built on mutual respect and admiration. She was courageous, passionate, determined, and very loving and generous. I will miss her and will always honor her deeply in my heart and in my memories. My heart breaks for her family and Bowie." - Jennie Garth

"Shan. My sister… You loved me through everything. You were a big part of my understanding of love. I’ll miss you more than I know how to process right now. Thank you for the gift of you." - Brian Austin Green

"Fuck them… is what Shan would say if I told her I felt pressure to have to summarize via social media a 36-year relationship and the grief I feel for a fire who’s flame went out too soon.

I was 15 when Shan and I met. I was the boss’s daughter with no voice and she was the star with a big voice. She took me under her wing. She gave me the belief I had a voice and was worthy. We became fast best friends. We were each others wing women, true confidantes, support systems navigating bad relationships, roommates of sorts at times, travel buddies, and so much more. She always stuck up for me. Always had my back. Always believed in me when I didn’t or couldn’t believe in myself. We were young. We let a lot of outside and inside influences influence our friendship. In a world where we often don’t get to make up with the childhood friendships that formed so much of the adult you become, we got that chance. I’m grateful @theshando and I got to go back in time as adult friends and remember why we truly loved each other to begin with. To reminisce. And, to iconically laugh again like we used to. No one could make me laugh like that. Core laughs!

She was a rebel in an era when most women didn’t feel comfortable being strong. She never tried she just was. She empowered sexiness, strength, 2 fucks given, empathy, and all topped off with wicked humor! Her sardonic humor was one of my faves. And, no one made a frito pie like Shan!

Shan… I’ll carry the torch on. Take on my power! And, I’ll stay rebellious for you. Love you with all my heart. Always. 🖤💔" - Tori Spelling

"Shannon was so young and so courageous. By sharing her journey she has helped so many. My heart goes out to her family and I know that Luke is welcoming her with open arms." - Gabrielle Carteris

"Shocked and saddened by news of Shannon Doherty’s death. What a journey she has been on! Gone too soon. Throughout, she stayed true to herself and gave us an example of courage and perseverance in facing her own death. May she rest in peace." - Carol Potter

"It’s no secret that Shannen and I had a complicated relationship, but at its core was someone I deeply respected and was in awe of. She was a talented actress, beloved by many, and the world is less without her. My condolences to all who loved her." - Alyssa Milano

"Shannen Doherty had the heart of a lion. Passion for craft is often mislabeled as trouble. Shannen was passion. I met her in the ’90s and was awed. Getting to really know her later in life, a beautiful gift. This woman fought to live. Shannen knew how to be a star because she was one since childhood. Her work ethic inspiring to the end. Shannen’s great love for directing, for acting, Holly, her friends, her parents, dog and her beloved fans was legendary. Our lives had been intertwined in a unique way. We laughed at dark forces who wanted us to hate each other, instead we chose love and respect. A soft-hearted badass as there ever was. A force of energy that will live forever in hearts. May angels and God carry her to the holy kingdom where she is healthy, young, and wild forever. Rest now warrior, we will never forget you, dear sister." - Rose McGowan

"Beautiful Shannen. What a warrior. Fierce talent, passionate actor, friend, advocate. She fought. My heart goes out to her family, her beloved mama, her doggy, her friends who loved her equally fiercely as she loved them. God, I’m sorry for this loss…. Rest in peace, Shannen. - Finola Hughes

"We created a special television couple for the ages. My heart goes out to your family. Rest in peace, Shannen, rest in peace." - Ted King

Very sad to hear about the passing of #ShannenDoherty. I watched and was a huge fan of 90210. And, of course, I’ll always love #Charmed, @cw_charmed both the original and reboot. My thoughts are with her family…." - Rupert Evans

"RIP, Shannen Doherty. I met her during the Full House days. She was lovely and had a beautiful smile. Today, I’ll also think about the women in my life who all succumbed to cancer - my mom, my sister, Sharon, and my niece, Shannon, who all were so strong and so beautiful. #RIPShannenDoherty #RIP" - Dave Coulier

"You showed me what strength is. You taught me to be fearless and live with purpose. To know your value and stick to your determinations. Forever loved! Truly heartbroken." - Brian Krause

"Crushed💔 I will miss you, Shannen. I got you, Sis. We just got each other. I am so glad we were cast together for a pilot back in 2004. We hit it off right away and friends since then…I was supposed to do your podcast… I was so looking forward to that… You fought so hard babe, and now it’s time for you to rest. I know you’re dancing in the sky." - Holly Robinson Peete

"RIP, Shannen Doherty. Grew up watching you in so many iconic, meaningful movies and shows. Was beyond honored and humbled and grateful that you were a part of our most special episode of #Riverdale ever. Thank you forever.💔😰💔😰🚀" - Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa

"@theshando 💔🙏" - Antonio Sabato Jr.

"My better half of 31 years. There is a hollow in my chest and I can’t seem to catch my breath. A part of me is missing even though I know exactly what you would say to me right now. I know exactly what you would tell me to do right now. I know your undying spirit will live in me and my kids who you loved as your own. They will walk with your sense of purpose and pride. They will be truthful and stand up for what is right. No matter what and zero fucks given. Your fire will live on in them and the many other Charmed ones you helped raise. A fierce fighter till the end. My most ardent champion. My loyal protector. My best friend. You taught me the meaning of family. You were and will be forevermore my sister. I love you." - Holly Marie Combs

"How do you possibly find the right words to sum up 30 years of friendship? I keep reminding myself it only hurts this much because there was so much love. Thank you, for all your kind words and support. I love all the messages about how @theshando was important to you. So let’s honor her. More than anything, Shan loves animals, especially dogs. In her memory let’s support our favorite animal charities. Whether that’s donating money , stopping by your local shelter and just offering cuddles and walks to animals housed there or even just tagging them in the comments so other people can learn about their work. I know that would make our girl happy (and illicit that deep-throaty laugh we all loved) 💔 💔💔" - Sarah Michelle Gellar

"This is the first photo I ever took of Shannen and the last photo she sent to me of us. I’ll never be able to fully articulate our relationship or what she meant to me in a social media post so I’m not going to bother trying... I can say I will miss her laugh, her wicked sense of humor and fiery spirit most of all. I’m truly heartbroken but will continue to honor her by living as she lived - with passion beyond measure, with unwavering loyalty to family and friends and most importantly, with bravery, no matter how insurmountable the challenge or obstacle appears to be.

🖤 LOVE YOU FOREVER, SHANNEN 🖤" - Drew Fuller

"Dear brave beautiful friend, may you rest in the peace of God 🕊️ We are heartbroken by the news of your passing … My deepest condolences to your beloved Mom and to Chris . All of us who were fortunate enough to know you and love you and call you friend will miss you terribly . You were a bright light in all our lives. Rest in Peace, dear Shannen 🕊️ 🙏#shannendoherty" - Roma Downey

"I worked with Shannon a few years ago on a film called The Fortress directed by my friend @jamescullenb I didn’t know her well. She was humble, funny, and professional. My sincere condolences to her family and friends. She was a talent and a fighter. May she rest in peace." - Sean Kanan

"FOX mourns the loss of our friend Shannen Doherty. We're grateful for the talent and light she brought to FOX, especially through her role in Beverly Hills, 90210, which cemented her place among television royalty. Shannen's legacy will be remembered and celebrated forever." - FOX Television Network

"Deeply saddened to hear of Shannen’s passing. I treasure my time working with her on 90210. She always brought her huge talent, her wicked sense of humor, and her big heart to every moment. My heart goes out to her wonderful family and friends. She will be sorely missed." - Jim Eckhouse

"I am absolutely heartbroken over the passing of Shannen Doherty. When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer I remembered how she bravely let the world into her journey and I reached out to her. We became instant friends- which I honestly couldn’t comprehend at times because watching her on ‘Beverly Hills, 90210’ was everything to me when I was 10. (Shannen Doherty as Brenda Walsh is and was and will always be an icon.)

We bonded through a shared battle and a desire to help other women. Looking back on the last text she sent me just a couple months ago, she asked how I was doing and if she could do anything for me…. True to form, Shannen was offering her support even though she was in the final stage of fighting this horrific disease.

Cancer is really fucking scary and Shannen faced it with such dignity, strength and grace.

I’m sending all of my love to her mother who was her best friend, hero and champion every step of the way.

Fly so high, my friend. 💔💔💔💔" - Olivia Munn

"I grew up watching Shannen Doherty, and years later I got the amazing chance to work with her in Mallrats and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Loved her in Charmed, a favorite of mine. Truly sad that she is now gone, may you rest in peace 💔" - Jason Mewes

"Long before any other pop culture figure “broke the internet” @theshando singlehandedly shattered it in the early 90’s. This is an incredible accomplishment considering the internet as we know it didn’t even exist yet. I (and the rest of the known universe) used to watch “the girl from #heathers” every week on @beverlyhills90210. I usually did so while jockeying the register at @quickstopgroceries - so it was ironic that the film I’d eventually make there would lead to #shannendoherty. @malcolm.ingram is most responsible for Shannen being in #mallrats. When I told him my next flick was essentially “Clerks in a Mall”, Malcolm insisted “Then you gotta cast Doherty! She’s an American icon!” That she was, and so much more. Shannen was a true talent and she became a good friend, but lest anyone forget, she was the only reason Mallrats got green-lit in 1995. That’s because Shannen was one of the most famous people on the planet - and the fact that she picked Mallrats as her first follow-up to 90210 *made* that movie happen. I cherish the memories of Shannen walking her German Shepherd around the @edenprairiecenter every morning, or whenever she’d gossip and giggle between takes. At the junket for Rats, we established a ritual we kept up for years, where she wrote “dick” over my half of our @filmthreat cover while I wrote “bitch” over her pic. But while Shannen was no shrinking violet and she gave as good as she got (particularly to the paparazzi), she was never anything but sweet to me. I told her back in December when I was on her podcast that I felt like the girl I used to watch on TV at Quick Stop was there to welcome me when I got into show business. Fuck… She’s died way too soon. I already miss you, Do-Do. Thank you for going to the Mall with me - and for thirty years of friendship. My Canadian pal was right: you are (and always will be) an American icon. #KevinSmith - Kevin Smith

"Gone too soon! I didn't know Shannen, but I knew a lot of her friends and I was a huge fan growing up. From Heathers to 90210, she had my respect for her talent and choices. She will be missed but her influence will carry on. Rest well!" - Melissa Joan Hart

"I had the great pleasure of working with Shannen Doherty a few years ago in Canada- she was smart and funny, and super talented. Then later I happened to run into her on a night I received some of the worst news of my life and she was there for me like a rock. I also consulted her on dog rescue issues. She was a strong, beautiful human being and I am thankful for the times we shared on this earth. Rest in Peace." - Mira Sorvino

"RIP @theshando 🕊️💔

When I first booked 90210, I remember walking on set on the first day and feeling a bit nervous, especially during the drug scenes. But Shannen was always so supportive and encouraging, instantly putting me at ease. She made the experience truly special. ❤️ Working with her was such a gift." - Jessica Lowndes

"We lost a beautiful soul and member of the Lifetime family today. Shannen Doherty’s legacy of strength and resilience will forever inspire us. Rest in peace." - Lifetime Television Network

"Shannen, I was a huge fan of yours before we worked together, and an even bigger fan of yours after. I’m so happy to have had that time with you and still have this sweet note you wrote me. Now you rest. Condolences to your friends and family. This ICON will be truly missed🙏🏽🕊️ #ShannenDoherty" - Reagan Gomez

"She was a warrior and inspired us all. She taught us how to be brave in the face of fear, and how to start a new life, even when the end was in sight.

I was inspired by #shannendoherty when we met while I was still hosting @thetalkcbs. She had a peace in her eyes that I admired. She never gave up living or fighting for her life, even though you could see she had come to terms with her own mortality. The courage it takes to be able to see your own ending while living your life with passion and your warrior spirit front and center is not easy… I wish her eternal peace, that she rests easy now, knowing she inspired so many of us.

Rest in Peace. #ripshannendoherty Thank you for your courage and for sharing that strength with us all. @theshando" - Carrie Ann Inaba

"Very sad about the passing of Shannen Doherty. She was an extremely cool gal and a force. Really enjoyed getting to work together. She was a total pro. And, in our conversations, I always felt the fighter she was and showed herself to be in the years after. Very admirably so.

I hadn’t seen her in a handful of years, but, when we ran into each other last, we reflected on the unique adventure we had filming in New Zealand. We shot there for over a month on a film called Kiss Me Deadly. It was the first gay spy film, and we had a great time doing it. (I also remember, as a big Indiana Jones fan, geeking out that we were working with John Rhys Davies. I can’t recall now whether it was as impactful for Shannen. :))

There were plenty of fun facts and moments, but my one of my favorites was discovering her secret passion for World of Warcraft. (It’s been mentioned out there in the world at this point.) It was a hugely popular online interactive role-play game at the time. I remember being impressed that she brought her separate gaming computer all the way to NZ to play it. She was leading a mission with a team of folks from around the world who had no idea that it was actually @theshando leading them because she was using her online handle. Although she said she suspected that some might be cluing in. Among her many other qualities, it was a unique, fun, and little known aspect that I found really endearing. (Especially as a fellow fantasy fiction and role play gaming aficionado.)

Rest in peace, Shannen. And thank you for sharing your journey so openly with the world. You made it better for doing so." - Robert Gant

[problematicfanfics]

Kinktober ‘22 Oct 3. Teacher/Student (WIP)

TOMBUR, 17!Tom 26!Wil, power imbalance, high school, drug use

no NSFW (yet)

lots of jumping around since it’s unfinished, ignore all errors

* ⋆★

Tommy wouldn’t necessarily call himself a good kid.

He would do his homework. He attended all of his classes. He’s averaged an A so far the entire year. So yes, by textbook definition, Tommy was a good kid.

1 Snapchat Notification: Anthony 🤯

“Right before p5 meet C hall bthrm”

“Bring cart Nathan feening 💀”

But he knew the only reason he ever made it through the day was thanks to his passing period restroom stops.

Anyone attending a “Western” high school can explain to you the ins and outs of the passing period bathroom breaks all the teens line up for. Each group eagerly awaits for a friend who has the supply.

And if you’re painfully unaware of the dark market being run in every bathroom stall, Tommy loves to explain it as a “social thing”. He’s just generally a better person like this. It’s an easy conversation starter, a fast in, a way to curry favor with more well-known kids in his school.

And he’s realized his grades have never been better.

Ever since he started smoking weed in his tenth year, he’s found he’s a rather studious smoker. His grades improved dramatically. Math seemed to make sense and he wasn’t struggling with anxiety from his testing. Stiff seats are easy to sit still in when your body finally relaxes. Class notes now fit smoothly in his brain between his knowledge of minecraft and song lyrics. Nothing negative seemed to be coming of his habits, despite the fear he gets from running in this little underground market. Passing a teacher in the halls can be a normal life versus permanent felony situation if they so much as ask to search his bag.

“…that fucking bitch doesn’t know her left from her right. Mate, I swear to God, she asked my chemistry teacher which one is which.”

Tommy chokes on the nicotine he’s hitting, lungs collapse into laughter. Promptly he erupts into a fit of coughing

“Yo, dude, get that checked out…” One of his friends in the stall next door said. “Ha, as if. Imagine being like… ‘Hey mum, my nicotine addiction might be affecting my health, mind if we take a look at it down at the ol’ doctor’s office?’”

The stalls laugh at the absurdity of ever revealing this secret to their parents.

Who cares if he’s started coughing from the metal shards when he laughs?

The day he truly understands he’s a functioning addict is when he makes his fifth stop in the C hall restrooms, waiting for his friend Jay while squatting on the toilet, as his other friend pretends to be doing “normal stall things” (as he puts it).

He knows the risks every time, six boys crammed into a stall to trade flavors and discuss about the girls they want and the bitches they hate, the snake “friends” who rat out others and the teachers they despise. He’s always ready to jump to shut everyone up when a teacher walks in. Sometimes, however, his guard falls.

Fifth period Tommy attends a US History class, something he had wanted to take since he saw it was an available course. His love for the subject, plus his new found study buddy, made the class a perfect choice in his mind.

Tommy didn’t mind attending the class. It had taken him upwards of three weeks to learn the teacher’s name (Mr. Gold, but the class called him Soot), and who he was (he was hired by the school three years ago and has been a teacher ever since), and his love life (he has a girlfriend, but all his classes found a picture of her on his instagram and they think he can do better).

He didn’t, however, have a hard time committing Soot’s appearance to memory.

His curly hair fell perfectly every day without a fail. The tight button up shirts he wore required him to roll up his sleeves if he ever wanted any relief from the room’s broken AC. It’s hard for Tommy to not follow his hands switching between the board and the lesson plan on his desk.

He’d be lying if he didn’t say he thinks that Mr. Gold was finer than the heavens. It seemed to be a popular debate in this girl’s restroom, too; was Mr. Gold hot or was it just the power dynamic?

As Tommy sits with his legs up between the railing and the wall, inhaling his cart like it was his life force in preparation for his fifth period class, he turns his phone for his friends to see. “You can’t tell me he isn’t hot!” He says as he gives the phone over to an equally contorted friend of his. “Gold? Tommy, you’re crazy. He isn’t that hot.”

“Listen I’m not gay but I’d be a victim. I’m just saying.” Tommy takes the phone back as he preheats the battery. One of his friends nods in agreement.

As the debate continues over the attractiveness levels of Wilbur's instagram posts, Tommy pulls up an old high school yearbook photo of the man. “You can’t say you wouldn’t want William Gold to fuck you, I honestly think I give this man fuck me eyes in class accidentally.” Tommy practically yells to prove his point to Aj.

Suddenly, a loud presence enters the bathroom.

“Ok, I know there’s more than one of you in there. Everybody out.”

The boys look around nervously to one another as Tommy holds back laughter. That is definitely Soot.

There is a tense pause. No one wants to respond out of fear of punishment (and slightly because he had to have overheard the conversation they were just having). “Guys, I’m not playing games here. Let’s go. We can take this to the head if we need.”

Quickly the boys hop down from their acrobatic positions and grab their backpacks.

“One, two, three of you!” Mr. Gold sighs at the sight. “Wow, no! There’s more! Five? SIX? There were six of you in there? My God it’s like a fucking clown car.”

The boys shift nervously under his look. “Listen, I don’t care. It’s just protocol. You’re lucky I’m not taking you down to the counselor, it smells like weed in here.” Everyone exchanges quick looks as they continue to try to hide the obvious vapes inside their hoodie sleeves.

“So you just… don’t care?” Tommy pipes up. His friends shoot him scathing looks, as if telling him to not push their luck and get out while they can.

Wilbur seems taken aback by the question. “Well, it’s not that I don’t care, it’s just… Listen, don’t say I’m letting you guys smoke in the stalls. I’m not. I just think you’re smart enough to not be dumb with it again.”

“But if you were truly concerned for our safety wouldn’t you confiscate our shit?”

“Listen, this is great energy Tommy, how about you keep it up in class and stop giving me fuck me eyes the entire period. I get you’re high but try a little harder.”

The entire bathroom goes silent before erupting into laughter. People with no business in the situation Tommy can hear snicker in the background.

“I’ll make sure to have you work for your money today.” Tommy says before Gold shrugs him off to prepare for his incoming class.

“I am so sorry you have to attend his class now.” Tommy’s buddy Nathan pats him on the back. “The sexual tension during lessons boutta go crazy” Aj jokes as he motions Tommy to head to class with him.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tommy says as he sits in front of the classroom door with his head in his hands. “How do I look him in the eyes? I’ll just skip class by going to the nurse.”

Aj jumps in front of him before he can leave. “We’re already five minutes late. Please let’s just go in. The longer you wait the worse it gets and you know that.” Tommy reevaluated his choices before finally agreeing that Aj was, in fact, right, and that they should attend class.

“Tom Simons, nice of you to join us.” Soot singles him out in the middle of his lesson. Tommy’s equally guilty friend slips into the back of the classroom undetected. “Please, take a seat.” The sarcasm drips from his lips.

Tommy sits in his usual seat far in the back next to Aj. The work was boring mundane class stuff. They used their laptops to research the battles fought during the American Independence War and Tommy finished within the first three minutes.

Tommy raises his hand to gloat to his teacher, ready for the victory as he tells Soot his work is “too easy” and to “give him a challenge.”

“I’m done, easy shit.” Tommy says when Soot finally strolls his way over to the seat. He wasn’t prepared for Wilbur to lean over behind him to read, or the way he said “Good job, Tommy” as he got up (he can’t help but imagine him whispering “good boy” into his ear).

His eyes shoot up to meet Wilbur’s. Every quick retort he had loaded to fire falters. He feels like he needs to say something.

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

“Weren’t you just in there?” Soot makes a sarcastic sad face to mock Tommy’s surprised expression. “I remembered hearing a conversation about being a victim, if I’m not mistaken?”

Aj laughs as Tommy goes pale and forcefully chuckles. “Hey, haha, listen man, I-”

“Ok everyone, please discuss with the person next to you the notes you should have completed by now.” He redirects his attention back to the class, the low tone now projecting off the walls indicating he was referring to everyone.

Tommy turns to face his friend on his left. His shit eating grin left Tommy regretting his entire day.

“Can you send me the answers? I was too busy watching the in house entertainment”

About a week had passed since Tommy was caught, and he was being as careful as possible. Last thing he needed was another run in.

His fourth period lunch left quite a lot to be desired; in the mornings he was never hungry. Instead he fills himself with flavored air, weed, and a severely diluted once-iced coffee.

The lunch period only housed one friend every day, but on alternating days up to seven people would sit with them for lunch. Either way he was too high to notice anything happening around him. No difference was it to him if there was one or eight people, as long as he was being supplied the bodies didn’t matter.

These alternating days with a lot of people leads to everyone slowly making their way to the bathrooms after eating, using it as a pit stop and waiting out the remainder of their time.

Tommy had been waiting since 10:15, and the period ends at 10:30. He was finally getting his new cart today. For the last week he was either smoking scraps from all his empty carts at home or his friends’ at school. His “friend”/dealer had told him to wait in here but it was becoming ridiculous.

1 Snapchat Notification: Rizz 🤝

Rizz: “Soot’s on my ass but omw”

Tommy: “dude don’t come in here if Gold is gonna catch us.”

“he already doesn’t like me 💀”

Rizz: “Skill issue he doesn’t think i’m shady.”

“Or at least didnt before this.”

“Honestly Tommy i’d rather save my own ass and give u the shit before he catches me with 16 carts 💀 i’m dealing today i’m way overdue”

Tommy nervously taps his foot in the bathroom stall. He toys with the $50 in his pocket, rolling it up and flattening it. Honestly, he hates the way Rizz deals. His constant lateness, the sloppiness, as if he doesn’t care that this is something serious. This can be a crime if found out by the wrong person, and everyone will be in legal trouble. But to people like Rizz the real world doesn’t exist. The only reason Tommy continues to buy from him is because he gets a $15 discount (Tommy and Rizz’s cousin used to have a thing).

As he fumbles with the airbar in his hand he hears his “friend” walk in. “Open the stall door,” He knocks and Tommy unlocks it. “Here you fucking go.” He drops the cart in Tommy’s hand before opening his palm for the payment.

As he reaches for his pocket, the front bathroom door opens and the boys are sent jumping.

“What’re we doing here?” Gold asks the duo with his arms crossed. The door slams shut behind him.

“I’m paying him back for a meal he bought me last week,” Tommy explains as he gives the money to Rizz. “It was expensive.”

“I can tell. That’s a pretty big wad of cash. How much?”

“$50”

“And how much is a cart?”

“$65, so you can stop being weird about it now.”

“Ok, and so the constant going in and out of the bathrooms, Rizzario… is that just for fun or?”

He puts the money in his pocket. “It’s a pastime of mine. You should see the architecture up in here, truly stunning.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you get a kick out of it. Get to class.”

Tommy’s unfortunate second capture does not deter him from immediately smoking the cart with his friends minutes later in the same stall. He has been waiting for a week and he’ll be damned if he has to wait any longer. The lack of food in his system, along with his slightly reduced tolerance, makes walking to fifth period a little harder than usual.

Immediately upon sitting down it is revealed to Tommy by a kid sitting two seats ahead of him that there’s a test they are taking today and that he’s the only one who could “possibly forget about as big a test as this one.”, and he realizes he’s screwed up when even Aj is caught cramming at the last minute.

“Tommy, are you aware you failed my last test?”

“Yes Mr. Soot, I’m well aware. That’s actually why I wanted to talk to you today. I think I’m a pretty good kid. I do my work, I participate in class, and up until this point I have passed every test with flying colors. Please understand that I do try in this class and I’m not afraid to do extra work to get my grade back up. I’m not asking you to just change my score, I’m really wondering if there’s anything I can do to work for my grade.”

Soot turns to face Tommy, taking off his glasses and laughing. “A good kid? I’d hardly call you a good student.”

“What? Are you crazy? I actually do your work. I do more work than anyone else in any of your classes. I’ve never missed homework, or class work, or done poorly on a test before this. I always answer questions in class and respond when you try to have open discussions in class.”

“And yet, despite all that, you’re not a good student.”

“You’re mental!” Tommy exclaims. “Listen, if you don’t want to tell me where I can get extra credit in my grade, or if you just don’t want me to, then say it! I don’t want nonsense.”

Soot stands from his desk to address Tommy. The silence in the air hangs tight as the man evaluates his words. “You know you’re lying to yourself when you say you’re a good kid.” He finally says. “You know you come into class high every day, with barely any awareness. You babble off in group discussions for minutes on end, related to and not related to the topic. Your homework is subpar at best.”

“At least it’s done, man.”

“We’re not friends, Tommy.”

“Yeah, no shit, I know that. That’s why I came to you in person after class.”

“Mrs. Mark told me you resolve all your issues over email.”

Tommy’s mouth gets dry. Why’s he talking to Mrs. Mark about him? She never liked him much or his tryhard attitude in her stupid Advanced English Language class.

“Did she say I’m a bad kid? I swear she hates me. She’s always picking on me in class.”

“It’s honestly funny Tommy, because if you tried at all you could be such an exceptional student.” His demeanor shifts. Tommy can’t put his finger, but it seems like Gold has something he’s hiding. His mind instantly jumps to things Mrs. Mark could’ve told him. “Everyone keeps telling me that. Clearly it isn’t true if this is me trying.”

The tired teacher throws his hands in the air. “Once again! The lying! You’re so blind to it.” He walks back to his desk from the board for a final time. Throughout his speech he traces the wooden grain on his desk, eyes not leaving the boy’s. “Tommy, listen. You’re such a bright student. You’re wasting yourself with this crap. I know everyone knows you, I understand that you’ve gained quite a highly positive popularity status in this school when it comes to the social hierarchy. But if you just tried you’d see how much more you can do with yourself.”

“Forget it, Soot. I’ll just do better on the next one.”

“Maybe we’ll resolve this over email.” Gold writes out his number on a late pass before handing it to Tommy. “However, I am much more likely to respond over text.”

“No shot.” Kim says as she hands the money to the shopkeeper. “Strawberry Kiwi elf please, love.”

Tommy fumbles, laughing as he pulls out his phone “I swear! Look, it’s saved right here.” He shows her Gold’s contact on his phone, the only texts sent being a “hello” from each of them.

“Then let’s call him.”

“What?”

“If it’s really him, let’s call him. We’ll grab a coffee and walk down to the tracks and call him.” She grabs the box from the cashier. “Thanks, and can we also have…?”

“Cherry Cola Diamond please.” Tommy points to the wall. He reaches over the counter to grab it from the guy. “We can’t just call him. I feel so nervous. What if he’s actually just trying to get me in serious trouble? I mean, look at us.” He points around to the smoke shop they’re in. “This isn’t ok.”

Kim starts walking to the bin down the hall as she unboxes her new toy. “Listen babygirl. Everyone in the school wants that man. You should hear how people talk about him.” She ghosts the nic before dropping it in her cross body bag and strutting out the door, leaving Tommy to catch up. “Bag him, bitch.”

After much debate and argument, finally, at one pm on a saturday, after smoking a joint and walking on the train tracks, Tommy’s finger hovers over the call button.

“Kim, I can’t do it.”

“For christ’s sake,” She hits the button with his finger and puts it on speaker before shooting him an encouraging thumbs up.

As the line rings, Tommy seriously considers laying down on the tracks until the 1:30 pm train hits him.

Finally the line picks up.

The microphone shuffles up against some fabric before becoming clear. Soot’s groggy morning voice seems to burn through his ears.

“Hey, Tommy. Sorry I was sleeping. What’s up?”

He opens his eyes wide and shakes his head no to Kim, who just continues to nod her very adamant yes.

“What am I supposed to say?” He whispers to her.

“Hello?” Soot calls out confused.

“Ask him if he’s free to chat after school tuesday.” She says obviously as she rolls her eyes. Tommy just gives her an almost disgusted look back. “I can’t just… oh my god.” He redirects his voice to the phone. “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you up.” Was all he could manage.

Gold chuckles slightly. “Don’t worry. I needed to wake up anyway to grade all the homeworks.”

“You’re seriously gonna be grading homeworks?”

“No. You caught me.” They both lightly laughed before realizing they seriously don’t know what to say. “Uhm, what are you doing?” Gold finally asks.

“I’m hanging with my friend Kim, we’re under an overpass by the train tracks.”

“You’ll have to show me one day.”

“It’s right across from the school, maybe I’ll show it to you one day during your break.”

Kim squeals through her hands and kicks her legs like a middle school girl watching her friend call their crush.

“Yeah sure, I’d like that… Listen I should probably get my day started so I’ll-”

“Oh yeah no now of course, I understand. I’ll see you on Monday.”

“Hope not, we don’t have school.”

“Ahaha, right. Forgot. Sorry, bye Soot.”

“Have fun Tommy,” Soot squeezes in before ending the call.

Tommy looks at Kim with a hatred in his eyes. “That was terrible.”

“…and then she made me call him!” Tommy explains his weekend to the morning bathroom bunch.

“You know Kim loves the drama. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s telling everyone right now!”

“Forreal man, why’d you even tell her that shit?” Kim’s ex boyfriend speaks up. “Trust me, she’s a conniving little shit.”

“I’m like best friends with her twin sister Janie ok? The friendship extends to her. Also she asked me to get nic with her. I couldn't say no, she always pays for me. Everyone thank Kim for the free nic.”

“Thanks Kim”s were mumbled throughout the stall.

Aj shoved Tommy hard enough he falls off the wall. “What did you even say? You can’t end there.”

“I was a nervous wreck! He like woke up to pick up the call and his voice was so fucking hot guys. It caught me so off guard to hear it was like one pm, I don’t know why he was sleeping…”

Tommy spent the remainder of their ten minute morning smoke sesh to fill them in on everything that went down, as well as field questions from his friends.

He wouldn’t lie, he loved it.

Just like with weed, it seemed as though good things only came with getting involved with Gold.

He was putting in good words with all his teachers (including Mrs. Mark!), he was the shit in all of his classes, and everyone wanted to know what was going to happen next.

Gold, as well as the rest of the staff of course, were painfully unaware of the rampant “teacher and student” buzz circling around the smoke circles.

Since Tommy’s last little stint with Gold it’s been one week and three days. Nothing has changed, except for having the favor of every teacher he has a class in. He’s too nervous to take the first step into a possible slippery slope of relations with his teacher (as any normal person would be. But sadly, Tommy is not a normal person, not by a long shot, and he knows this as fact as he lays in bed wondering what it would be like to have Gold 6 inches deep in him)

It’s hard to go to school when everyone thinks you’re fucking the teacher. It was supposed to be a joke, the whole thing; Tommy always chooses one joke a year to be his running gag. He had chosen the gay joke “crush on my teacher” route because of how ludicrous the idea of him and a male teacher ever getting together was to him. It was a joke he often made about the old, prehistoric male teachers he had in ninth year, as well as some of the older women too, though most were married and he always thought it felt wrong to talk like that about them.

The weekend rolled around once more and Tommy spent his time out late at friend’s houses, and finally out until two am on Sunday night. He had begged his parents for hours and when they said yes he didn’t care about the consequences of his decisions.

Finally, reality caught up to Tommy, and for the first time since he first started drinking in eighth grade he wakes up with a hangover. Classes seem damn near impossible to stay awake for. He deems his sunglasses aren’t providing enough darkness and accessorizes with a hat from the lost and found bin, in hopes that now the fifth period fluorescent light combined with seeing Soot’s arms won’t make him vomit all over himself.

He strolls into class three minutes late due to having been kneeled over the side of the toilet in the single stall gender neutral bathrooms just minutes earlier. Apparently it’s clear to everyone in the class he’s a hot mess, because all he can hear is everyone asking him if he’s doing alright. He dismissed each one with a “Yeah, no, just tired. You know how school is.”

Before he knew it he was face down on his keyboard.

Tommy was awakened thirty minutes later to the sound of a bang next to him. Mr. Gold had lifted the entire desk combo before dropping it on the ground. “See me after class, Tommy.”

He could probably feel the smirk from Aj’s face even if he was on the other side of the world.

“Really? Falling asleep in class? That’s a new low, even for you.” Gold reprimands him. Tommy stayed. Yes, even he is surprised by it. Usually he’s the first one out the door if a teacher has an issue with him. But something in him almost wanted to hear what he had to say. He was excited for the man to tell him everything he did wrong, how to improve, what to do.

“I’m sorry Mr. Gold. It won’t happen again, I swear.”

They both looked at each other for a minute. “What is your sixth period class?”

“Gym. Such a bore, I hate my teacher so much. She’s so pregnant she can’t even stand near us because she’s scared someone’s gonna hit her.” The two laugh at the situation. “I mean, I can’t help but wonder why she doesn’t just go on maternity leave. Almost all the female gym teachers are pregnant this year.”

“Hey, they got a lot of free time over the summer. What else are they supposed to do?”

“They don’t have to keep fucking like rabbits!” He jokes and they laugh.

Silence once again falls over the room. It’s like something stops them from ever holding a conversation beyond some jokes. They’re too scared to laugh for too long, too scared of being too close, and Tommy’s way too nervous to actually make the first move. Everything relied on Soot.

“Call me Wilbur.”

“What?”

“You can call me Wilbur. William isn’t my first name. Well, it is, but I go by Wilbur.”

“Real quick let me just,” Tommy pulls out his phone from his back pocket and changes Wilbur’s contact name. “I like it. And here, we’ll take a selfie for the photo.”

Tommy turned around and extended his arm to get the two of them in the picture, snapping it before saving all changes. “I think this was a productive chat, Wilbur.”

“Don’t call me that in class or we’ll have issues,” He jokes around (but Tommy feels the difference in the weight of those words). Tommy mocks him before grabbing his bag and heading for the door. “Before you go,” Wilbur stops him just inches shy of the door. “Want to show me that underpass?”

Wilbur called Tommy’s gym teacher, making her aware that the boy was “making up a failed test” and would not be able to attend the period. The two sent off on their walk, Wilbur with his messenger bag and Tommy with some snacks he had in his locker.

Their destination wasn’t far away by any means, but the walk felt like forever as they desperately grasped at straws in order to make small talk.

“So you got a girlfriend?” Wilbur looks at the boy before pulling out his phone. “This is her,” he says, showing a photo of a skinny blonde woman, eyes green, teeth white. “Her name’s-”

“Jenine?”

“Please stop stalking my socials.” Wilbur jokes as he puts the phone away. “But yeah, Jenine. We actually- well, she, actually - decided we should go on a break about four days ago. Took all her shit out of the flat.”

Tommy was taken aback by the demise of their relationship. They seemed really happy from all the posts he saw. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear, man.”

The brunet smiled genuinely. “Nah, don’t worry. Just got more space to put all my useless shit in”

“Like what?”

“I dunno, figured I’d put up shelves to fill the big empty spaces and pile it with games or books or whatever a normal person puts on their shelves.”

“Well what does a non normal person put on their shelves?”

“Youtooz. Way too many to be healthy.”

“I won’t lie, I have a collection too.”

jump #1

Tommy sits on the freezing bathroom stall tile. It looks clean enough to sit on, and he hopes the wet feeling on the back of his leg is actually just his imagination. His bag is over in the corner and his jumper is blocking the awkward vent between the door and the floor that someone might be able to see him through.

The smell of marijuanna that has permeated into the walls of the gender neutral bathroom made his head spin. Tommy couldn’t help but feel slightly bad. What was supposed to be a bathroom for people became a smoke spot. However, it doesn’t stop him from pulling out the crack wire from his bag and hooking it up to his school computer.

He turns the cool glass over in his hands and traces the black mouthpiece. It was almost empty and he didn’t have another 50 to drop. As he places the wires in their appropriate spots he pulls out his phone.

The glass heats up and he takes a hit as he types out a message to his dear friend.

Wilbur (US HISTORY)

can i have a fifty

He knows he won’t respond. It was a dumb thought to even ask him, he fucked up the second he sent the text. Wilbur isn’t dumb. He’ll know it’s for a cart. There’s no way in hell he’d go as far as supplying the boy with drugs.

Wilbur (US HISTORY)

can i have a fifty

I’ll give it to you

after class, ok?

Tommy waits behind after class. Aj’s confused look as he walks out the door is all it takes for his stomach to get queasy again.

jump #2

“Tommy, do you know why I never wear these?”

Tommy, confused, replies no.

“I hate them. I like to think that if I just pretend I don’t need them my eyes will be able to see just fine again. Like a common cold, my eyes will just get over it. But that’s not true, obviously, as we know. You’re not a good student Tommy. You have some serious underlying issues that you’re just self medicating with weed and nicotine and adrenaline rushes. You try to trick yourself into thinking you’re a good student just like I try to trick myself into thinking I don’t need these.” He picks up the glasses before setting them back down. “I don’t know if you’re really all that ‘good’ of a student.”

“I do everything you ask!” Tommy yells. “I have literally done everything you’ve asked. Do you understand how stressful school was for me? Do you understand I had nearly no future in school before this? I was skipping my classes constantly to game and play with my friends. I couldn’t sit still or focus in class ever. Information never made sense. I have found what works for me. One day I’ll be old enough to learn I don’t need it to function. I’ll have options and resources available to get help. I don’t right now though. I have to work with what I have. Something isn’t right up there and weed fixes it. Sorry if you don’t like it but that’s how it is.”

“Tommy, you act like I dont smoke weed myself! I know what it’s like!”

Tommy falls silent. He furrows his brow and contorts his face. “You smoke?”

“Why do you think I gave you that fifty? Why do you think I never actually bust anyone? Tommy, I get it. I did the exact same thing. I still do. The only way I can ever grade all of your shitty homeworks is if I’m high. And I know what it’s like when there isn’t any other option because I didn’t have any. I want to find you what you need.”

“Probably a psych evaluation.” Tommy laughs to himself. “I’m serious, Tommy.”

“Wilbur, I truly appreciate the concern. But “teacher helping me find myself” wasn’t exactly in my life plan. It’s all laid out perfectly, I just have to make it to 18.”

Wilbur stares in disbelief. “Living every day just to make it to eighteen isn’t any way to live. Barely making it through your weekdays just to party on the weekends isn’t healthy.”

“No shit sherlock.”

“I think I will get you a psych evaluation if you keep talking back”

“Alright, fine.”

[dainesanddaffodils]

Ya girl has finished Shadowbringers! and I have feelings! and my lizard also has Feelings! (though not as many on the denizens of the First as you might think; she spent her entire time there Ready to Leave so she didn't allow herself to get super attached to the people. She cared about them but in a more blanket sense)

Thoughts post-ARR | Thoughts post-Heavensward | Thoughts post-Stormblood

Without further ado - Cimorene Greystone’s Post-Shadowbringers Relationship Vibes

Ardbert - Not Romantic, Not Platonic but a Secret Third Thing (her Literal Soul Mate). but like, it cannot be overstate that she felt that way about him before she even learned that he was her literal! soul! mate! All this to say she loved him. She loved him deeply and going forward she will sometimes talk to ‘him’ when talking to herself and will find solace in his 'presence' when she's at her lowest.

Emet-Selch - where to fucking begin? She doesn't like him. She doesn't hate him. She'd been having dreams about him for months before she even knew he existed. She didn't trust him. She believes every word he said was true. He absolutely disgusted her. On more than one occasion he made her laugh. His shade rescuing her made her cry. She wanted nothing to do with him. She wanted him to find peace. She’s glad he’s gone. She Will Remember Him.

Crystal Exarch/G’raha Tia - so she'd never been particularly close to G'raha beforehand and was deliberately keeping distant from the Exarch because she never fully trusted him so like, by the end she understood what he was doing and wanted him to live, but it was never Personal, you know? In a... not unlike Emet-Selch way, more than anything she just wants him to find peace and she's glad that he's gonna get to have His Own Life (but also she doesn't like you that way buddy I'm so sorry)

Alphinaud - I know I sound like a broken record in these but I cannot stress enough how much he is THE dearest person to Cimorene. she cares about him so much, she leans on him so much and trusts him to lean on her when he needs it, and watching him continue to grow makes her So Emotional. they are Family.

Alisaie - loves her v much but they are also so so so alike in how they process trauma sometimes to the point that she feels she can’t do anything other than say ‘Same’ when Alisaie is going through it. thankfully that’s really all Alisaie would want from her, and all she wants in return. in that, they are also Family.

Thancred - he and Cimorene have finally gotten past the ‘you must be level 5 friend to unlock my trauma’ barrier (from both parties) and are actually friends! not the closest friends but do genuinely care about each other beyond just Scion coworkers now

Ryne - sweet baby girl!! Cimorene isn’t very good with kids but she felt very protective of Ryne and loved watching her grow in confidence and into herself. She deserves the world.

Urianger - she knows he has the best intentions and interests and means well and there are even times she has friendly thoughts towards him but his inability to go more than like a day without keeping some new secret from her means Cimorene will never feel truly comfortable around him

Y’Shtola - Bestie. A Real One. Cimorene trusts and respects her so much that she genuinely had no fear when her obligatory expansion death scare happened (though she was relieved to have her back). If no one else got her, she knows Y'Shtola has got her, and that means so much to her.

Elidibus - man, he was the only ascian (prior to emet-selch) that she’d had any real personal feelings toward. That feeling had been hatred. Shit has obviously changed there and she’s been left feeling a lot of complicated things. If she thinks about him too long she feels both very sad and kind of sick.

Hythlodaeus - 10/10 man(?) of all time. Cimorene immediately clocked that he mattered to her. or rather. to the previous her. and it's the first time that thinking about her previous self wasn't a weird and uncomfortable feeling for her. she's not 100% sure what to make of that yet but she'll keep thoughts of him close as she goes on

Estinien - had her proper fanfic love realization 'oh' moment when he made an ass out of himself in front of Alisaie, and then everything he said and did for the rest of the patch-end of game just made her fall harder. She's in deep for this grumpy idiot, guys. (Jury is still out on if they smooched immediately post-patches but like, Cimorene WANTS to, so bad)

Fandaniel - so the last time Cimorene said 'oh thank the gods someone I can just hate in an entirely uncomplicated way' it turned out to be Elidibus so like... she's trying not to do that again but it's hard when you have the face of the man she hated more than anyone and have allied yourself with the other guy she has the least complicated amount of hate toward. but nothing is ever that easy for her, right?

And that’s it for now but hey I’m in Endwalker now. Holy fucking shit, right?

[theflyingfeeling]

a high school Olli/Allu AU in which they're both fuckboys... 😏 (just the idea, not actually gonna write this, but you may look 💅)

as a former high school teacher I can barely bring myself to read high school AUs let alone write them but !!!!!!! y'all, this one that I just came up with would be the cuteeeeeeeessst high school AU 🥺

so we'd have Aleksi as the bratty snobby rich boy hanging out with his fuckboy buddies (let's say Arttu Lindeman and Isac Elliot 🤭 Robin would be his actual best friend since kindergarten though, but he goes to a different school)

and Olli would obviously be in his own emo fuckboy friend group 🥰 (except Porko is maybe less emo and more...twinky 😅 and Niko with his bisexual bob... 🤔 jesus, how come they ALL looked so fruity when they were teenagers?! 😂 even Joel looked kinda awkward and trying too hard to appear heterosexual (and failing))

anyway! at school they'd pretend to hate each other's guts, or just ignore each other the very least, but they go to the same chemisty class or something, which none of their friends took because it was the super early Monday morning one, but Olli had no choice because he needed that course and all the other courses clashed with his bass lessons, and Aleksi couldn't fit the other options in his schedule either because of his...twinky fuckboy lessons? 😂 idk I'll come up with a funky hobby for him later lol

yeah, anyhow, perhaps they're even lab partners and low-key crushing on each other, although they'd never ever admit it to anyone, because to Aleksi's friends, Olli is a stuck-up loser emo kid, and to Olli's friends, Aleksi is a posh douchebag showing off daddy's money, and they both have no choice but to laugh along with their friends (because that's what teenagers do to fit in), but during their shared early morning chemistry classes Aleksi has noticed Olli is actually super sweet and funny and that his "bitchy" appearance is due to him just being sort of socially awkward with people he doesn't know yet, and Olli soon figures Aleksi is more friendly and down-to-earth than he leads on 👀

I am yet to decide how their relationship would develop from then on, but I suppose they find a way to spend more time together even after their chemistry course ends 🤔 maybe they take the same optional music class (jazz or something none of their friends would be interested in) and that's when they finally realise they have more in common than they thought, and so their secret friendship deepens 😌 and now this is the part where I'm asking you to imagine them having exchanged phone numbers (because they're sure they couldn't follow each other on social media without their friends noticing, and if they did they'd never hear the end of it, and right now neither are ready to deal with stuff like that), and yeah, imagine them hugging and giggling into their pillow in their bedrooms respectively while texting each other in the evenings 🥺💞 first they just chat about school and the music project but eventually about other stuff too and they feel all 💞💓💕 because they feel like they've finally found someone who truly understands them 😭

and maybe one day after the music class they stay behind to voluntarily clean up the classroom or perhaps to practice together, and Olli is blushing and 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 when Aleksi asks him to help him out with some bass/guitar stuff, and of course they need to be standing quite close together for that (okay maybe they don't need to but they absolutely want to), and then they look up at each other and realise just how close they are to each other and... 💕💓💞💗💖🥰

and that's how they figure out not only that they're both fuckboys, but that they both also...fuck boys 😌

(but no, they didn't do it in the music classroom (...at least not for the first time 👀))

(also included in this AU: a Joel/Joonas/Niko love triangle, with both Joel and Niko crushing on Joonas, and Joonas happily loving them both lol, and Tommi just...doing everyone's math homework I guess 😂)

[yuliangs]

hey! just wondering if you had thai bl recs? you seem like you have good taste :)

idk about having good taste but thank youuu 😭 actually this is the most perfect ask you could have sent cuz I was about to make a post about my favorite bls ajdgdjhdjsawq

ok so you might have already seen some or most of these lol but these are my picks. yeah this got a bit long so short version here long version under the cut

i told sunset about you

not me

bad buddy

my school president

the eclipse

until we meet again

i told sunset about you - first things first this probably doesn't even belong on this list because it is just on an entirely different level. it's a coming of age drama with incredible writing amazing actors and gorgeous cinematography. and I actually feel bad for not having watched it sooner but it was just so gut destroying to me personally so yeah highly highlyyyy recommend

not me - actually the first thai bl I ever saw and boy did it change the entire game for me. one of my ultimate faves. gun atthaphan is one of my fav actors and this is probably my favorite performance of his. action thriller romance. social commentary. twins. first kanaphan breakout role. putting each other in comas as a love language. it's great

bad buddy - there's a reason it's so popular ok it's that good. funny lighthearted but still the occasional punch in the gut. great performances. romance peaked. forced rivals secret lovers. whoever falls in love first loses. milklove debut. just trust me

my school president - soooo cute <3 i'm a sucker for geminifourth and they really shined in this one. funnyyy cute sweet romantic. mark pakin is there. i also really liked the boys' relationships with their parents. very pleasant. nothing too serious.

the eclipse - whew. damn where do i start. um firstkhao excellence. acting their asses out there without even a fucking boom mic to catch their sobs. um invented romance. you can be weak....at least with me. The Curse™. all-boys school mystery. gay repression. neo trai you will always be famous. truly enjoyed this one mostly for the romance but the plot was very interesting as well.

until we meet again - legally i have to rec this one. doomed lovers meet a tragic end but find each other again after being reincarnated. they have the chance to finally be happy together if they can beat the ghosts of their former lives. best bl of 2019. pharm the hydrogen bomb of bl protagonists. fluke natouch i love youuu. earth katsamonnat the ICON. i really just love this one

moonlight chicken is also very good. some other shows that i also enjoyed are triage (very cool plot), theory of love (offgun my beloveds), he's coming to me (boy x ghost also chimon <3 is there), and manner of death (i vaguely remember liking this one). if you want to have a laugh/like torturing yourself like i do i have an entire different list but pit babe is a show. that exists. and was fun to watch.

if you'll allow me to throw in some non-thai bls i have to rec semantic error <33333 and love for love's sake (korean). jbls could be an entire post for themselves though i haven't seen many but cherry magic and kieta hatsukoi are a must.

if you've already seen these im sorryyyyy. if you want to enable me further i could make a list of my most hated bls too. my blog is a safe space for haterism forever <333

[vampirepersay]

I love you idiot: Terrance x Philip oneshot. Cw Canon typical Canadian Behavior lots of farting and queefing.

They had been costars for so long. Why couldn't he see it, was he just stupid no he had to know after 20 years Philip had to know that Terrence was hopelessly in love with him. They were more than just friends and he knew that why else would he let Philip suck him off all those times when he was drunk? 

Terrence had been subtly flirting with Philip for years, doing so many little things from saving him some extra of his favorite food backstage or making sure to compliment him on everything from how funny his farts were to how handsome he looked. 

But that all changed when they came around the queef sisters Katie and Katherine they were so unfunny Terrence truly hated them and he knew Phillip did too but no the network just had to set up a big wedding for the four of them saying it would "bring in the ratings the Canada channel needed". And it did so now Philip was unhappily married to a woman that thought shooting air out of her vagina was comedy gold. He hated it.

Katie wasn't a bad person but her queefs were just so disgusting, every time he had to hear her laugh to herself after queefing he wanted to gag. 

So Terrence decided to start spending more time on set it was the perfect excuse whenever he didn't want to spend time with Katie he could always just say 

"I'd love to do that babe but you know I have work and, I don't think the Network would be very happy if I just didn't show up you know?". 

Today was one of those days he was tired of having to deal with Katie's shit first she burns breakfast then she cries because she brunt breakfast all while queefing the whole fucking time he had to get out of the house so he did, he used the same excuse that worked every time. 

and just like that he was out of the house and on the set of the Terrance and Phillip show walking around just trying to kill time before he had to go back and deal with Katie's 

shit, he noticed someone out of the corner of his eye smoking a cigarette as he got closer he realized it was a blond that he would have recognized anywhere 

"Philp, why are you here?".

The blond was caught off guard dropping his cigarette onto the ground 

"Oh, no reason, friend just getting some work done". 

The blond said nervously.

"That's bull shit and you know it, Philip!"

Terrance yelled at his blond co-star. 

"Why is that bullshit Terrance can a man not go get some extra work done." 

The blond replied while picking up his dropped cigarette. 

You can but I'm pretty sure work doesn't involve you standing here smoking, also I thought you quit why are you smoking again"?

Said the Canadian 

"get off my case, you're starting to sound just like her!" 

The blond said in a yell.

"Like who, what are you talking about Philp?" said Terrence.

"Katherine, I'm talking about Katherine, I can't stand that nagging bitch"! Philip  

 started to cry his pretty black eyes begin to leak water all the emotions he had been trying to keep locked up begin to flow out of his eyes 

Terrence hated seeing Philip cry and the fact that he had been keeping his true feelings a secret for so long was too much.

Terrence begins to  feel tears dripping down his cheeks, he knows what he has to do Terrance closes the distance between himself and Phillip and begins to embrace the male in a hug wiping the tears from his long-time friend's eyes 

"It's going to be okay buddy im here for you we can talk or", 

before he could finish what he was going to say a noise could be heard, and a smell Terrence was very familiar with filled his nostrils Philip had farted, he couldn't help it all the sadness and anger left his body and he began to laugh and before long Philp joined in and the two male were standing there embraced in each other's arms laughing it felt like heaven. 

In the heat of the moment, Terrence got the courage to say what he had wanted to say for the past 20 years.

"I love you, Philp". He said while farting. 

[cxldtyrant]

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Meredith Fables

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

          “When I believed her to be nothing more than an Earthling farmgirl, she seemed reasonably fair-looking despite her unkempt attire,” Cooler admitted, his obsidian lips thinning distastefully as he released a scoff. “Now, having seen what she truly is beneath that unassuming veneer, I feel nothing more than disgust in her presence.”

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

          “Idiotic, vexatious, and dangerous. An undesirable combination,” he seethed, drumming his fingers against the armrest of his hoverchair. “Nonetheless, I can applaud her bravado, however misplaced it is. And knowing what she truly is now…I’m quite curious to see what other secrets this little planet has hidden before I conquer it.”  

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

          “No.”

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

          “Also no. She is an unpredictable threat that needs to be dealt with.”

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

          “As I have previously stated, her human visage gave an unassuming veneer that I had foolishly overlooked. I didn’t particularly care a thing for her, deeming her a mere annoyance that could be ignored. I was wrong,” he sneered, ceasing the motions of his digits as he shifted forward, propping his elbows over his armrests and folding his hands just below his chin. His scarlet eyes narrowed. “I don’t think well of her, but perhaps she may be of some use to me. She’s a threat, certainly…but more so to this planet than anything else. Something triggered that form. If I could find out triggered her into becoming that monstrosity…she could make an effective weapon against this planet, if needed…”

          His frown curved upward into a small smirk, haughtily resting on his sharp features. “But if nothing else, sparing her did provide me with some satisfaction, getting to hold it over the head of a certain baker…”

[campbluelake]

Expectations versus Reality | Malyce 3.5 | RE: Jo

When Malyce first read that secret, he was expecting a mastermind. Someone collected, someone intelligent, someone vicious. Someone he could truly pour all his grief and anger into, then grin gleefully as they're dragged off into the flames for their execution.

But Malyce wasn't going to get that.

Instead, he has a blubbering pathetic mess on his hands. A weak girl who treats ending lives like a slipup in a bad habit. An addiction. She was doing sooo goood… Kyousuke was right, she is pathetic. Some people go their entire lives never even thinking about murder. Sure, Malyce has thought about how easily he could've committed arson to his sister's mansion. But he'd never do it. He never was a hands on sort of person. He would rather let the pieces fall as they may.

As shameful as it was, Malyce saw a piece of himself reflected in Jo's desperate pleas. He too has hated being alone. He hated being abandoned by those he thought cared for him. He saw himself in the way Jo lashed out in fear of rejection. But no amount of sympathy or empathy could take away the hurt that Malyce felt. She killed Warrick for a reason as petty as luck of the draw, and he would never forgive her.

"You could have lied, you know. Whatever other secret Ranger Buddy cooked up. You could've said it was true. That there was a mixup. Who fucking cares? You decided to end Warrick's life for something so petty? We all have secrets, Jo! Fucked up ones! I don't give two shits if the last one who knew tried to kill you! I'll give you that one: that's fucked up! But you can't just— UGH!"

Malyce wiped the foundation from Jo's arm on his poncho, proceeding to pull out the folded vote from his sleeve to toss it in the fire. His heart raced as he desperately tried to fan the flames of his rage, but her tears doused them so easily.

"At least you and Tommy can smooch each other in the afterlife. Have a fun execution."

He would have rather dealt with another Tommy, brave, a bit naive, and unabashedly confident. He moves back to his seat, holding his head, keeping his glare on Jo.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Dirty Little Secret

Summary; She had everything she was ever supposed to want but the only thing her heart truly desired was Eddie's love

Warnings; Angst, smut. MDNI, 18+

I don't really write a lot of smut so if this was terrible I apologise ❤

Likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated. I do not give anyone permission to copy my work.

Requested; No

No one knew that Eddie drove her wild in the confines of his bedroom. That she left nail marks on his back and there was love bites between her inner thighs from where he spent what felt like hours nipping at her skin, sucking and teasing her sensitive spot.

No one knew they drove each other wild with orgasms, that hickeys sprung over her chest and he liked to finger her with those talented fingers of his underneath the bleachers at school stifling her moans with his other hand.

And no one knew that she was in love with him. Not even Eddie himself. That despite having everything she could ever want or was supposed to want it was Eddie she longed for the most.

She had popularity, a coveted spot on the cheer team, and friends in high places. She should have been on top of the world.

In reality, the only thing she truly wanted was Eddie's love and it was something that truly alluded her.

Because to Eddie, she was just a fuck buddy, his dream girl was her best friend and she was just... Convenient. He couldn't have Chrissy so he went after her.

At first, she didn't care. Eddie was hot and she was very attracted to him, the sex was mind-blowing so it didn't matter.

Until she began to fall for him and now everything was fucked up.

At school, they were enemies, they "hated" each other and it got harder and harder to keep up that rouse.

Eddie was a moaning mess as she straddled him, his hands grabbed hold of her ass while she rode him quickening her pace as she clenched around him.

Her orgasm was so close she could feel it.

"Jesus H Christ you feel so good princess" he moans and he leans up mouth clamping over her breasts leaving hot feverish kisses over them.

She comes just as he does and the sensation were glorious. He moans into her neck, sucking on her skin.

"Fuck". He groans and he opens his eyes, kissing her softly. Tenderly she moves off him and watches as he gathers his clothes, there's a knot in her stomach and she feels sick.

They fuck then he leaves or she leaves and she hates it, she wants more but knows he won't ever be able to give it to her.

Tears silently rolled down her cheeks and Eddie notices freezing.

"Fuck, princess you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?". She shakes her head and settles back in her bed

"I don't think I can keep doing this Eddie". He freezes as he is pulling on his jeans.

"What?". Wiping her eyes she pulls on her underwear and dress and all of her feelings come out.

"I'm falling in love with you Eddie and I know that this is going to end with my heart being broken". He gapes and looks like he doesn't know what to say.

His silence is deafening and she sighs sadly, she can't force him to feel what she wants about her. He either feels it or he doesn't.

"Do you love me, Eddie?". His beautiful brown eyes widen and she waits and waits. Her heart breaks.

"I should go". She gets up and pulls on her jacket.

"Wait don't go, princess". He tugs her back to him and she looks at him, the agony in his eyes, it's exactly how she feels but she knows it's just because he will miss the sex.

He won't miss her. Pulling free she hurries out of the trailer and gets in her car driving home.

She was always just going to be his dirty little secret.

🖤

[wreckofawriter]

better

pairing: regulus black x evans!reader

word count: 3.3k

warnings: swearing, angst, make out scene

request by: @upchurch-funk

summary: being a muggleborn dating Regulus meant you had to keep it a secret. When your older sister finds out she raises fear of heartbreak in both of you

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~

    You and your sisters had been born jealous. Petunia turned to envy first as the attention that had been solely given to her was split between two other daughters. She had always been bitter towards you and Lily, never forgiving you for interpreting her perfect young life.  She had taken your things, broken your toys and ripped your clothes trying to punish you for being born and turning her from an only child to the eldest.

    Lily was next when she realised she wasn't the only one who could sprout fire from her fingertips. She had accused you of faking your magic for years, doing everything she could to best you even if she never fully understood her powers herself. Luckily she outgrew this jealous fit and by the time you shared a cabin on your way to Hogwarts she was beaming ear to ear. 

    It was you who was last to realise what the burn in your chest really meant. The feeling came heavy like thick rain drops as you watched your sister fall so effortlessly in love. Each time she gave James a quick hug or leaned onto his shoulder your eyes narrowed, fury irrationally rising in your throat. 

    This wasn’t because you wished James was yours instead. In fact you had considered him an idiot since you met him and would have rather drown yourself than date the loud mouth fool. You were instead jealous of the simplicity of their relationship. Envious of how they could be carefree, how they could dream of picket fences and happy futures. You hated that they could still be stupid kids. How they were given the freedom to make out in hallways and sneak into eachothers dorms with their worst consequence being a slap on the wrist and week of detention. Nothing hurt more than watching your sister live a simple life you knew you never could. 

    You stared across the room locking eyes with Regulus for only a brief moment before his darted away. Charms was dreadfully boring, the lecture practically putting you to sleep, you knew you should have been paying attention, but watching the younger Black perform the spell with ease was far more interesting. The flick of his wrist was an addicting, dull look in his eyes far more attractive than it should have been. He had woken up late that morning, his hair messier than usual. You thought it looked adorable, the way a few strands drooped in front of his lashes. He only got cuter as he blew them from his face with a pout. 

    “You have a staring problem.” Levi muttered from beside you. 

    You rolled your eyes, “Do you ever mind your own business?” 

    “Please, you make your thing for Black everyone's business.” He muttered and you kicked him under the desk. 

    Cussing at you he glared, leaning down to massage his bruising shin. 

    You wondered briefly how he would have reacted to the reveal of your relationship with your “hopeless crush” as he liked to call it. The surprise on his face would have been sweet as honey. 

    Regulus was watching you now as you continued to talk to your desk mate, he had never liked the boy, call it jealousy or anger, something bitter always rose in his throat when he saw you with him. Maybe it was because he knew your life would be so much easier if you had loved him instead. 

    “I don’t get what you see in him anyway.” Levi said, looking across at Regulus whose eyes had quickly retreated back to his parchment. 

    You grew brittle at the statement.

    “I mean I know he's attractive but if it's really about looks why not go for his brother?” He grumbled.

    You scoffed, “Please, Sirius is a piece of work.” 

    “And he isn't? I’m surprised he hasn’t called you a slur yet.” 

    Rage bubbled in your stomach, your chest feeling hot, “Shut up.” 

    Levi was either oblivious to the anger set in your tone or unbothered by it “I mean really y/n, you have a crush on a purist? It's sickening.” 

    You screwed your eyes shut in an attempt to stop the hot tears building behind them. You wanted to scream at him, slap him across the face and shout how Regulus would never do such a thing. You wanted to tell him how wrong he was, make him regret ever speaking such cold words.  But instead you looked away, wiping your tears as they came while your boyfriend sat across the room pretending you didn't exist. 

   

    You were used to it, you knew as a muggleborn dating a pureblood from a family like his would never be easy but the words still stung. That night you sobbed into Regulus’s chest as he held you in your usual hidden courtyard. 

    As your tears soaked through his sweater he felt nothing but the cold grip of guilt. He had never meant to fall in love. He had known it was a mistake the second it had happened. Even now he knew he had been wrong and stupid and naive to let himself feel so deeply for someone he could never truly be with. He would never forgive himself for forcing you into the hellish life he lived with a simple confession. He hated himself every day for it, he didn't deserve to indulge in his emotions knowing it would cause you nothing but pain. He didn't deserve you and he had known that from the start. 

    Yet every night you met, kissing under the pale moon until your lips grew numb. Everynight he found himself falling deeper and deeper into you until you filled his dreams and nightmares alike. So he forced you closer to him, knowing he would cause nothing but hurt. And you were so childishly in love you let him. 

    Later as you lay asleep on his chest, legs tangled beneath a blanket he let his own tears go, silent apologies dripping down his cheek as he tightened his grip on your waist. 

    Lily watched you from where she sat at her table, green eyes narrowed as she tried to read your mind across the dining hall. 

    “Something is definitely off.” She mumbled turning to James who stared at her with a  dopey grin. “You haven’t been listening to a word I said have you?” 

    “How can I when you’re so beautiful?” He murmured back and she scoffed, face darkening.

    Sirius gagged, “You guys are disgusting.” 

    “Christ Black, how old are you?” Lily spoke with the roll of her eyes. 

    He scrunched his nose and pretended to mock her silently only earning a sigh from Remus who sat beside him. 

    “Something is wrong with y/n, I can just feel it.” Lily continued content on ignoring Sirius. 

    “Maybe she's dating that Callahan kid.” James offered. “There’s been tons of rumors.”

    Lily scoffed, “Please, she has told me multiple times she has absolutely no interest in him.” 

    “A few months ago you were telling her you had absolutely no interest in James.” Remus offered not to look up from his book.

    Lily sputtered blushing heavily again, “That is completely different.” 

    “Sure it is.” Remus drawled, eyes peering over the cover at her. 

    Lily furrowed her brow, “But why wouldn’t she tell me? I mean I thought we've always been close.” 

    “Maybe it's not that serious.” Sirius shrugged, “Maybe they’re just fuck buddies or something.”

    Lily pulled back in disgust, “Don’t talk about my little sister like that!” she hissed as Remus kicked him under the table.

    “What? She’s almost 17! It's not like she's 12 or something, Godric.” Sirius complained and James threw a spoon at him. 

    “You know if you’re really that curious we could always just check the map.” James said looking over at Lily who was trying to set Sirius on fire with her glare. 

    She considered it for a moment, “Isn’t that kind of..” she paused “intrusive?” 

    He shrugged, “She's your little sister.” 

    The sky was dark that night as you met with Regulus. The moon was new leaving only the blinking stars to light the ground beneath you. 

    You grinned when you saw Regulus leaning against the small statue in the middle of the courtyard. You quickened your pace pulling him into a brief kiss as you met.

    “Hi.” You whispered against his lips and you felt him smile.

    “Hi.” He responded, hands on your waist pulling you closer once again. 

You tasted sweet like the nectar of the gods, soft and tender in his arms. Your hair smelt of pomegranate, your flowery perfume engulfing him. There was nothing more addicting on this world than your lips. 

You both pulled away breathless and grinning stupidly, “Your hair looks so cute like this.” You mumbled running your hands through it and tugging lightly on a curly lock that had fallen down his forehead. 

Regulus practically purred, melting into your touch. He dipped his head low to hide his blush, lips skimming the skin of your neck. 

You giggled as he mumbled a bashful thank you before nipping slightly below your ear. He was always careful to never leave marks that could be seen the following day. You wished he wasn’t. 

You felt his hands on the back of your thighs lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your nose in his hair as he walked until your back hit the wall of the castle. You scratched your nails lightly against his scalp and Regulus groaned. You gasped at the feeling of his tongue on your jaw as he pressed you further into the stone. Your legs now wrapped around his waist as he left sloppy kisses on your collar bone. 

It was then you heard the shuffle of footsteps. 

“Regulus.” You whispered and he broke away to look up at you, his lips red and glossy , “I heard someone.” 

He slowly lowered you to your feet, “You sure?” 

You nodded and you both stood silently, ears craning for another sign of life among you. After a minute you sighed, “Sorry, I must have been hearing things.” 

Regulus just shook his head grinning lightly, “ ‘s fine babe.” words slurring, intoxicated by your taste. 

Your lips reconnected, his teeth grazing your bottom lip as you began to work on the buttons of his shirt, tugging on his tie to loosen its knot. But there it was again the soft sound of feet, closer this time. 

You both paused Regulus pulling away leaving your skin feeling cold in his absence. 

“Who’s there?” He demanded into the darkness, wand lit. 

There was no response and you grabbed his hand to pull him back to you. Regulus stood his ground so you leaned into him, lips ghosting against his ear. 

“It's probably just a mouse or somethin’.” You murmured hands coming back to undo the remaining buttons of his shirt.

Regulus glanced around once more before looking down at you, “You’re probably right.”  he said before he began to untuck your blouse, hands sliding slowly under it. 

It was that which finally broke Lily, her vision going red. She stepped from beneath the invisibility cloak ignoring James' protests. 

You let out a small yelp as your sister appeared from thin air, Regulus who had his back turned to her immediately drew his wand pushing you lightly behind him. His eyes went wide as he found himself inches from your older sister. It was your turn to pull Regulus behind you. 

“Lily, What in bloody hell are you doing here?” 

When James sheepishly appeared as well you gasped, “What is wrong with you both, are you stalking me?” 

Lily looked stern, her arms crossed, “Why are you with him?” she seethed.

Your eyes narrowed, “None of your fucking buissnes. Now take your dog and leave.” 

Regulus almost didn't believe it was you that was talking. He wasn’t accustomed to the harsh tone you used, your anger hardly ever directed at him. 

“This is most certainly my business!” She spoke shrilly. 

“It is most certainly not. Now get out.” You shouted.

“How can you expect me to leave when you're getting all touchy feely with a purist?” She hissed, grabbing at your wrist to pull you away from the boy behind you.    You slapped her away so hard the sound echoed off the walls, “Call him that again around me and you’ll fucking regret it.” You growled. 

Lily stepped back surprised by your sudden aggression but not backing down, “Please y/n, I’m just calling it as it. The sooner you realise that the better.” 

Regulus felt his throat tighten as he listened, teeth biting into his lip as he had nowhere to look but his feet. 

    You stepped closer to your sister inches from her face, “Leave.” your voice struck heavy. 

    Lily responded just as harshly, “No.” 

    James shifted behind his girlfriend feeling like he was intruding on the fight which was taking place. Sensing his awkwardness you looked back at him with a searing gaze. 

    “Get out Potter, you have no place here.” You spat.

    He was planning on shuffling away when Lily turned back to him angrily, “No James stay.” 

You scoffed as he did as he was told, “Fucking pet.” 

“Don’t speak to him like that.” Lily scolded. 

“You're the one who's calling my boyfriend a purist.” You growled your mouth bitter at the taste of hypocrisy.

“Because he is one!” She bit back. “You really think he actually loves you after being raised how he was? With a mother like his?” 

Regulus felt like he had been slapped, his cheek stinging as the older girl spoke. 

 “Don’t you dare bring up his mother.”  You were shaking with rage by now, your face streaked with angry tears, “And how dare you speak ill of Regulus simply because of his upbringing as if his brother isn't one of your closest friends. How do you think Sirius would feel hearing what you just said?” 

This took Lily back a step, her rage cooling a bit as she realised her mistake, “It’s different,” She tried to recover, “He isn't with his family anymore. Sirius has already broken away from them. He made the choice any good person would.” 

Regulus felt her eyes on him as she spoke. She was no longer interested in her sister and instead focused on him. He felt like he was choking under the pressure of her stare. When he glanced up to meet her gaze he inhaled sharply. He hadn’t seen such hatred in a long time.

Your lashes were thick with tears by now, disgust and fury morphing your face, “Go fuck yourself Lily.” You spat.

She ignored you, gaze locked on Regulus, she had no intention of speaking to you anymore, “You stay away from her.” she demanded, “If you truly love her you stay away from her.”

You shouted lunging forwards and shoving your sister backwards. She stumbled back catching herself. 

It was you who fell, your feet tangling, forcing you to the ground. You hit hard, hands and knees scraping against stones and moss which made up the floor. You couldn’t find it in you to stand up simply letting exhaustion and misery take you where you lay. You shook with sobs, voice cracked and raw. Lily immediately dropped beside you, hands circling your neck as she drew you into a hug. You fought her as you always did but she held on, letting you beat her chest with your fists until you stilled.

Regulus took a step forward but was stopped by your sister whose glare told him everything he needed to know. Tears pricking his own eyes he stumbled past the two of you and disappeared into the darkness of the dungeons. He didn't hear James shout for him over the sound of the ring in his ears. He wasn’t sure where he ended up, somewhere deep in the depths of the sprawling castle, dust coated the staircase he collapsed onto. Only there did he let himself cry, choking sobs rubbing his throat raw as he looked for someone to blame. His mother for forcing him into the terrifying world of dark magic? His brother for abandoning him in his abusive home? Or your sister for pointing out the truth he prayed you would never see? Regulus wished he could pass the blame off to anyone but he wasn’t stupid, he knew he had no one to hate but himself. 

Regulus disappeared entirely for three days. Three days you spent desperately avoiding your sister who seemed just as adamant to talk to you again. You skipped meals opting for hunger instead risking meeting her in the hall. She would show up outside your classes forcing you to scramble out the back way or sprint away like a child running from punishment. 

On the fourth day of your boyfriend's absence you felt yourself beginning to panic. Fear of him never returning, filling your head with irrational thoughts. It wasn’t like you could ask around for him, your relationship needed to remain secret despite the difficulties you were facing. It was then Lily cornered you. 

You stared at the redhead as she blocked your only exit. “Lily, move.” You sighed exhausted by the past few days, sleepless nights not improving your condition. 

She didn't listen, “Y/n we need to talk.” 

"About what?" You scoffed, "I have nothing to say to you.” 

“I just want you to understand why I,” She paused, “Why I said what I did.” 

“I don't care why you said it Lily.” You said, “I don’t care if you think you were protecting me or saving me from some hopeless relationship. I honestly don’t care.” 

Her eyes swelled, “How can you say that? How can you not care? I love you y/n I just want you to be safe.” 

You stared at her, “I just don’t understand why you couldn’t just let me be happy.”

“He’s dangerous.” 

You shook your head, “No, his family is dangerous. His situation is dangerous. He’s not.” 

“Y/n please.” She begged, for what you did not know. 

“Just stay out of my shit Lily.” you mumbled pushing past her and back into the hallway. 

You spent the night where you always had, the small courtyard hidden between two towers of the castle, a statue of a woman draped in vines and flowers at its center. The moon was a small sliver, a dusting of clouds blocking the stars from your view. The shuffle of footsteps brought your eyes from the ground. 

There stood Regulus, his face shining in the pale light. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, nose pointed at the floor as he refused to meet your gaze. 

You stood quickly throwing your hands around his neck. He leaned into your touch burying his head into your shoulder as his hands found your waist. 

You smelled delightful as always, your lips soft against his cheek and hands in his hair. Regulus hadn’t realized he was crying until you began to comfort him. Sweet words whispered into his ear as you only held him tighter. 

“She’s right, you know.” He croaked, lifting his head to look at you. “You shouldn’t be around me.” 

You shook your head feverishly, “You’re wrong Reggy.”

“I don’t deserve you y/n, I don’t deserve to be with you.” He sobbed, “I could never deserve you.” 

“You’re right, love.” You mumbled, smiling through the tears that coated your cheeks, “You deserve so much better.” 

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[diorjadore]

Care — Vinnie Hacker

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Pairing/s: Vinnie Hacker x fem!reader

Summary: Fuck buddies need to get their emotional fill, too.

Warning/s: Smut, NSFW, Praise kink, Language

Word Count: ~2.7k words

Song Suggestion/s:

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Working as a social media influencer can be tough at times because you’re constantly in the eyes of the public. People would like to think they have an opinion over you just because you put yourself out there. And sometimes, their words affect you even though you don’t want it to. Some people cope with substances and alcohol while others cope with sex. For you, you treat sex as an ego boost to remind you of your beauty, who you truly are. But such physical activity doesn’t always fill the emotional void these hurtful words had caused you. Luckily for Vinnie Hacker, he feels the same way too.

You were in your apartment and you just finished recording a dancing Tiktok. Now for you, that’s highly unusual because you’re more of a lifestyle-fashion type of content creator so when the comments came rushing to your video saying how ridiculous you are when dancing, how you should just stick to your usual thing, and some even pushed the limit by asking why you’re even famous and why people find you pretty. To them, it’s an exciting time because they get multiple notifications of agreements and likes but to you it’s the slow crumble of self esteem.

Having the courage to close the app and run a bath and self care, you found something missing. Usually whenever it gets you, you just text Vinnie to come over and just fuck it out and now you’re getting the urge to. If only people knew how good he makes you feel whenever you’re down then they won’t insult you ever again just to keep the both of you separated. You know, he is the Vinnie Hacker.

To: Vinnie ❤️‍🔥

Can you come over please? I need you badly 10:24pm

From: Vinnie ❤️‍🔥

I’ll be there baby wait for me 10:29 pm

The blond boy was in the middle of streaming when he got your message but not even Valorant can stay in the way whenever he gets that text from you. He abruptly ended the stream and hopped on the shower to get to you as fast as he could. Only the two of you, the Hype House, and Jett know about this secret arrangement so when they saw Vinnie practically running out the front door, they knew it was because of you.

He drove to your apartment amped up because you haven’t seen each other in a while, this is actually good because it means both parties are in a good place mentally and physically. He missed you and your body so much.

He arrived and pulled out his key to your apartment and his jaw dropped when he saw you leaning on your bedroom door frame arms crossed wearing a new set of lingerie in his unbuttoned white dress shirt that he forgot the last time he came over. However, his demeanor changed when he saw you teary eyed as he rushed to hug you tightly. He automatically knew what it’s about and what he can do to relieve it. Tonight’s definitely about you, he thought.

“What’s wrong, my love?” He said as he kissed the top of your head. He wants you to say it first just to get it out of there. You just shook your head and melted in his embrace. You would think that friends with benefits don’t act like this but it was part of the deal, the both of you just hate the commitment that comes with having a partner.

You were in between him and the door frame as he kissed you slowly. His large hands cupping your face as his thumb swipes away the warm tears that escaped your eyes. You pulled away and led him to your bed. The room was all made up for the two of you; ambient lighting, candles, and even the playlist you guys made just for hooking up playing faintly.

You crawled to the bed up to the headboard and just looked at him as if you were pleading for him to touch you. He took in the sight in front of him as you removed his dress shirt. You looked like a fucking goddess in that lingerie, not to mention the stockings you were wearing that made Vinnie’s dick hard. You pulled him to you again and just passionately kissed him. He kept up to your rhythm and entered his tongue in your mouth, you doing the same. He trailed kisses down to your neck as you crept your hands to his soft hair. You groaned quietly as he kissed the top of both your boobs in your lingerie, leaving wet spots. His hands never left your body as he caressed your thighs up and down as he started kissing your stomach down to your hips and thighs. You softly pushed his head to your core as he chuckled and looked up at you with your eyes closed already pleased with the situation.

“Where do you need me, baby?” He looked in directly to you, looking for an answer.

“Here Vin…” You guided his hand to the inside of your thighs, his eyes full of love and lust. He discarded his sweater, pants, and shoes, only leaving him in his boxers.

“As much as I love what you’re wearing, I really wanna take them off.” He chuckled and you nodded your head as he removed your underwear but left you in your stockings. You instinctively closed your legs but he gently pushed it apart leaving you exposed. He’d seen you naked a lot of times but you were insecure tonight but that didn’t change his view on you. To him, you’re the sexiest woman he’s ever been with.

He positioned himself between you and kissed the inside of your thighs as you squirmed under his touch. To keep you from moving too much, he hooked your legs over his shoulders and pressed his large hands on your stomach as he blew air to your pussy.

You gasped at the sudden action as you were already dripping wet. “Don’t tease, baby, please.” You said, a little annoyed. He just smiled at you and kissed your core. He meant business when he dove right in and it wasn’t long till you were a moaning mess.

“Fuck, Vin.” You breathed out as you bucked your hips to meet his mouth. His tongue lapping at your clit completely eating you out. As if still possible, he pushed his mouth into your core some more, his nose touching your pubic bone, as he teethed your bud causing shock to flow through you. Your right hand was holding his as your other gripped his soft curls.

“Baby, more please…” You miraculously begged for more as you were near your first orgasm. You can’t see it but you know he has his shit eating grin on due to how good he’s treating you.

His fingers found his way to your opening as he pushed deep, his cold rings a nice contrast to your warm insides. “Ugh fuck!” You exhaled and clenched, never daring to look down because you know he’s looking directly at your blissed out face and that’ll just make you cum quicker.

His hand that you’re holding suddenly let go and snaked its way to your cheek. “Look to your left, baby. See how gorgeous you are.” There you see yourself in the mirror looking like the goddess that you are. Hair disheveled, cheeks red, your legs over Vinnie’s shoulder, and your body laying nicely on top of your white sheets. Vinnie’s hand skillfully unclasped your bra as he wasted no time in massaging your boobs; tugging your nipples every now and then. You took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it.

Your action caused Vinnie to speed up. His tongue just fully made out with your folds and clit as his drool and your juices coated his chin. You’ve never met someone that’s as good at eating pussy like Vinnie and you were damn thankful that you guys are fuck buddies.

“Cum for me, pretty. Let go, baby.” He breathed out from under you. You bucked your hips as his fingers sped up going in and out of you as you squirted on him. You moaned and rolled your hips some more as he just groaned out. He never made you do that before and it just made him want to fuck you more, harder even.

“Good girl…never thought you could do that.” He chuckled at you. He leveled himself to you as he kissed you on the lips.

“Taste how sweet you are, baby girl.” He completely dominated the kiss as you were too fucked out to even keep your eyes open.

“Open your eyes, Y/n. I want you to see how well you take me.” You were breathing heavily as you were still too out of it. You opened your eyes but only for a little while.

“Let me suck your dick, Vin.” You offered but he shook his head and refused.

“It’s a you kind of night, my love. Let me show you how beautiful you are.” He trailed on and kissed your neck, leaving hickeys. With that, he gripped your waist and lined himself to your entrance.

“Is this where you want me? Huh?” He teased a little bit making you grip his dick in your hands, stroking it from under.

You shot your eyes open in shock. He grinned at you and said “See how hard you make me? Nobody can do that but you, doll.” He was breathing heavily because he loves it when you put his dick in you. It’s his secret kink. However, nothing tops it when your hand gently guides his. And so you both did.

The both of you moaned in pleasure as he was finally inside you, you both watched as you completely engulfed his dick, sucking it in. “You’re so tight, Y/n. Fuck, I love it so much.” He grunted as he moved a little bit trying to stretch you out. He could honestly cry with how good you feel around him.

“Fucking love you and your dick, Vinnie.” You said, gritting your teeth. You absolutely do. It’s everything to you, it’s big, it’s veiny when it’s hard, and his mushroomed tip is always bright red. Sometimes you would think about it during the day and just zone out, having flashbacks to when he would dick you down, making you feel butterflies in your stomach.

You know he loves it when you compliment him because he lost it as soon as you said it, he just pounded in and out of you deep, making the bed shake. You could feel all of him inside of you making you moan out profanities. He was breathing out but he still managed to say: “See how fucking well you take me, baby. Shit.” He made you look in the mirror again and you saw yourself sprawled out, you wanted to pass out. You could feel him in your stomach which made you even more aroused. He had this unique way of thrusting in and then rolling his hips up that just makes you feel all of him inside brushing up, it drives you crazy.

“Daddy, harder please…” You whined out trying to test both of your limits. He thrusted in and out of you harder as you hooked your legs behind him. He got closer to you and sucked on your boobs. Your hands found their way to his head and you pulled his hair, trying to relieve some pain. You were basically motorboating the poor guy when you pulled his head closer, hugging his head.

“So fucking good to me, baby.” He pulled away from you and looked at how your pussy fluttered around his cock as he thrust deep. He absolutely loves how it just snuggly wraps around his penis, as if you were made for each other.

The knot in your stomach was forming so you warned him. “I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna cum.” But he denied it and pulled out for a second.

“Not yet.” He said sternly. He flipped you over as you were now facing the shaking headboard. He hooked his hand to your shoulder and entered you again. He slowed down a bit but he still fucked you hard making you moan and rock forward every time he thrusts.

It was all so sensual it was basically making love, hell, it definitely is. He made you forget their hurtful words as he fucked some sense in you that you’re beautiful.

He pushed you down to the mattress as you arched your back to take him better as he picked up the pace again. You noticed how tired he was so you fucked him back. “Yes, just like that, baby girl.” You looked back and he had his eyes closed as his chest was rising up and down to catch his breath. There was sweat on his forehead as his curls stuck to it.

“Feels good, doesn’t it, Y/n?” He smiled when he caught you staring as he took matters in his own hands once again. He snaked his other hand around your waist and crouched himself closer to you, your back touching his chest as he fucked you.

“You’re doing so well, baby. You feel incredible.” He breathed out which made you buck your hips to meet his. You matched his pace as you both rocked each other. Vinnie’s lips found your neck as he lightly bit on it.

“Vinnie, baby, I’m close. Fuck, please, daddy.” You cried out as he slid in and out some more. The both of you were moaning and breathing hard.

“Want me to cum inside you, pretty? Huh? Say it for me, say it for daddy.” Vinnie rushed his words out to chase your high.

“Yes, daddy. I want your cum inside me.” You whined out. You were an absolute whore for him and his cum.

“How ‘bout you, pretty girl? You want to cum? Do it, baby.” He ordered as you released around him, arching your back while screaming, still meeting his hips.

“Fuck Vin.” You said through gritted teeth, moaning and whining. It’s so fucking good.

“Good girl.” He smirked as you rode out your high.

After a few deep thrusts, he finally came as well. He bottomed out and released his hot cum in you mixing with yours. Hot spurts warmed your insides as you felt it go deep filling you up nicely. He still wasn’t done though as he pushed it some more making sure none of it leaks out.

He pulled out and you whined at the loss of contact. Some of your cum dripped out as he licked it off of your thighs and he lightly licked your pussy as well tasting both of you. You gasped and almost kicked him because you were so sensitive.

“Vin, don’t do that!” You playfully teased as you turned around to face him.

“What, it’s fun!” He chuckled and kissed you softly on the lips.

He picked up a towel and wiped you clean first then him second. You loved that about him, he always put you first no matter what. He caught you just smiling at him and he just smirked. “I fucked you good, didn’t I?” You laughed at what he said and slapped his arm weakly.

“You’re so full of yourself.” You rolled your eyes.

“My love, you were full of me just a minute ago.” He answered back and you gasped and blushed red in embarrassment.

“You’re disgusting!” You managed to say as you threw a pillow at him. As if you weren’t just fucking like it’s the end of the world.

“Come here and cuddle.” You spoke up again as you made room for him. He laid down beside you and you hugged his chest, he ran his fingers through your hair as you were on the crook of his neck.

Both of you laid there in silence as you traced his chest tattoos. He looked down at you as you were content in your current position. “Tell me you love my tattoos, just one time, Y/n.” He playfully begged as you looked up smiling, seeing him pouting. You won’t admit it but you lived for his tattoos, you would trace it every time after.

“Okay, maybe I do.” You said to him while holding eye contact and his heart rate sped up a bit because you were absolutely beautiful. The after sex glow working wonders.

“I can feel your heartbeat, you know.” You joked as you kissed him on the lips. You placed more passionate kisses until the both of you were smiling.

“Stay the night? We can watch a movie or eat.” Your face lit up in excitement at your own suggestion. Sudden adrenaline running through you.

“Of course, my love. Anything for you.” He smiled and kissed you as you both got dressed to eat and watch whatever you find interesting. He congratulated himself in his mind as he successfully helped you forget about the thing that bothered you. He adored the hell out of you and he would do anything for you if you asked. Oh, how he wishes you could be his so that he can properly and publicly shield you from the hurt these people constantly cause you.

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Author’s Note: I hope i did yall with d praise kinks justice! Part 3 of California n a new york x vinnie fic is coming in a couple of days so watch out for that. Down for suggestions n send requests my way? Lets see what i can do abt it! Also thank u for d love for my past writings, I appreciate it so much! ALSO just noticed i used baby a lot lmao sns

[pastelracha]

Player 325

☾ Title : Player 325

☾ Pairing: BangChan x fem!reader

☾ Genre: +18, smut, squid game!au, angst.

☾ Prompt: Player 325 lost the love of his life because of a game.

☾ A/N: Happy Halloween guys, I’m rewatching Squid Game with my mom, and mister Bang Christopher decided to play with my feels on Halloween day! and I'm sorry I feel like you all gonna hate me after you read it, hope you like it and give feedback xoxo

☾Warning: +18, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it lads), mention of early pregnancy, death ..

read proof is off.

☾ Word Count: 0.784K

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Chan couldn’t remember which day it was, nor what time it was. Night or day? 

All he could remember was your face, player 179. He shirt covered in your blood, his hands also covered with your blood were still shaking. 

He never thought he find you in the game, his own friend with benefits, he never knew you had nothing left, no job, no money, nothing .. and he never expect you to find him here with the same secret. You guys were friends and close, telling a lot to each other .. he always thought your relationship was more than just fuck buddies. 

2 games were left to play, he didn’t care about the money anymore, about winning or anything, the only thing he wanted was to get you back, next to him, teasing him about daily life, how music was getting to pay off one day, and the fact he wouldn’t forget you the day he would be famous, he actually plan on asking you to marry him the day he was famous. 

But now you were dead because of a fucking game. And it was all his fault. 

“325 it’s not your fault..’’ Started player 110, looking into his eyes. “How it’s not my fault when I choose her to be my partner ? And never told her what I truly felt for her and I killed her’’ 

All he heard over and over, was your last words : “ Christopher, win this game and make us proud’’ 

At first he didn’t really get the “us’’ but after he turn around seeing you laying on the dirty floor, your hand on your stomach, dead but still holding your stomach. He ran to you, tears running on his cheeks, screaming to the guard to let him hold you. 

You were pregnant, and you still decided to play this stupid game, and lost your life and the one he helped created. 

He just didn’t care if he died in the next game, he could be with you again. He didn’t sleep that night, your face and last words haunting him. 

Chan fell in love with you so fast into your relationship, being your fuck buddy was a way for him to be close to you but never tell you he loved you, and now he knew he should have told you he was in love with you, and wanted to give you the world. 

His mind was clouded with the last moment he loved you, during this game. The moment he fucked you in the toilet after the last game, as you guys did for the 3 first games a way to rewarded both of you for surviving the game. 

His hands running on your hips, helping you riding his length. Your head hiding and muting your moans on his shoulder, your fingers lost in his curly hair messing it even more. 

His wet tongue creating patterns on your skin, his hands still working on your hips helping you moving to collide against himself. 

“Slower ch-han slo-wer’’  your voice trembling, as for your whole body above his, he looked at you like nothing else mattered in this world. 

He slowed down his pace still looking at you “look at you doll, all fucked up because of me’’ 

Chan was now taking his sweet time to please you, the way he rolled his hips not letting you moving, his arms wrapped around you as you sat directly on his length. His cock caressing your velvety walls slowing, and his fingers stimulating your clit doing 8 figures. 

“I could die right now and being the happiest man ever’’ he said looking in your eyes. 

“You can not die right now, what about us running to Australia ?’’ 

At the mention of his home country something snapped into his brain, he couldn’t to see you in a bikini on a beach in Sydney. His thrusts getting harder and faster, he was ramming into you. His groans and breath short, as he was doing all the work to get you over the edge of cumming. His finger and dick going faster and matching pace between the two. 

He was feeling you clenching around his length, getting closer too. 

He sighed, it was the last time he made love to you, and it was in a goddamn toilet, and he was about to tell you how he felt deep inside. But he only looked at you and kissed you with all the passion he held in his body. 

“The game is about to start’’ 

At that moment, Chan was ready to get killed, or to be the last one man standing with 45.6 billion won, and ending his life after the game.