How To Sell Drugs.

how to sell drugs.

parings. vinnie hacker x fem!oc

prologue of n/a parts.

about. in which love golding thinks she's a big shot for selling drugs until vinnie hacker knocks her from her high pedestal...

warnings. underage drinking, drug use, overdose, swearing, and sexual themes

ricky rocks. follow my wattpad DILFWORLD, where this story was originally uploaded and in much better condition (i kept it as an oc because i saw a tiktok and apparently a lot of people hate “y/n” and the second person pov)

love golding was fucking weird.

she was weird but quiet, making her an exception to the uptight and male supremacy society of southeast high school.

she always sat in the back of the cold classrooms, sat alone at lunch, and was always picked last for team projects or even in gym.

she couldn’t care less.

and that was way before she made the discovery of drugs and befriended an uptight blonde who fit well into male expectations.

but it wasn't like she was embarrassed or anything, she just really didn't care, period.

she smiled most of the time. the stupid type of thin lipped smile most boys wore in an emotional situation that they had no idea what to say or do.

she tugged her lip when deep in thought or chewed on her thumbnail. she hated the way girls would turn their heads and whisper about her but she still kept her head high, as if she was flattered that they were even thinking about her.

but the truth was she probably ruled the whole high school with how much control she had over the students.

in other words, love was a drug dealer.

and without drugs to fuel her fellow classmates systems, they'd probably die in the hands of desperation.

vinnie hacker was well known, but he was not one of those people who found reliance and happiness in a small pill.

he didn't even like to get high or drink for that matter. he liked getting his dick sucked, he got off on being praised and complimented.

people were fond of vinnie for no reason. well, aside from the fact he was fucking hot and the so called "captivating" personality he obtained. but his personality was only him being controlling and aggressive, something every boy is.

but he just did it different.

vinnie punched holes in walls, embarrassed people purposely, and almost never turned in his homework. he worked out to suppress the growing anger that formed in the pit of his brain from problems at home, he drove old cars fast, and got off on the rush of doing something wrong.

he got away with it. he got away with everything and it was all because he was charming.

and almost everyone loves charming.

almost.

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how to sell drugs.

pairings. vinnie hacker x fem!oc

part one of n/a parts.

about. in which love golding thinks she's a big shot for selling drugs until vinnie hacker knocks her from her high pedestal...

warnings. underage drinking, drug use, overdose, swearing, and sexual themes

ricky rocks. DILFWORLD

love hated high school, everyone did.

but she didn't hate it the way everyone else did, she found it amusing how everyone thought they were the shit with their expensive clothing and perfected walks that were made to imitated people.

high school was just some huge joke.

and it was even funnier when you popped a couple pills of adderall.

love took adderall for the increase in energy it gave her. she got little tingles that would vibrate up and down her arms. she got jittery, making it easy for madi to classify when love was high.

"what are you doing?" the blonde quirks a brow as she stares at love who didn't even know madi stood next to her. she jumps, half glaring at the girl before going back to fiddling around in her locker, looking for something.

"are you high again?"

"why would you say that?" she clenches her jaw, not even bothering to look at madi. she already knew her pretty face inhabited a disappointed frown.

"golding, your arms are shaking."

she finally stops, glancing over to her forearm, which in fact was shaking like a vibrating toothbrush. she glares at her arm as if telling it to 'knock it off', but it was beyond her control.

she couldn't be bothered, it wasn't like anyone would notice anyway. no one hardly paid attention to her aside from when madi was around her.

"well, monroe, i have adhd."

"no you don't."

"today i do."

madi rolled her eyes before leaning back against the neighboring lockers. she didn't agree with it. no one in their right mind would.

you take adderall when you have adhd or narcolepsy. love didn't have either, but her mother did. it wasn't right that she was stealing her mother's pills, but the older woman never noticed, she didn't like the sight of the prescription drugs on her bathroom counter. so as less and less appeared, she gave no mind.

"golding, you can't being doing this to yourself. i mean selling drugs is one thing but-"

"ahha!" love exclaims, completely ignoring her friends starting lecture. she pulls out the same small orange bottle they were arguing over, the same bottle she had held that morning, staring at it with such resentment as much desire.

"love," madi groans, watching her lick lips before popping off the lip and downing at least five pills swiftly, making madi's eyes widen on how quickly and openly she moved. "goldling! you're fucking crazy!"

"you're going to kill yourself-"

"madi, relax, i've done worse."

"you are a fucking idiot, golding,- i really hope you don't die," madi walks away, swinging her arms, upholding frustration and slight anger.

love grins while trying to suppress it, "wait madi, madi-" she pushes herself off the cold metal lockers, almost hurrying after her only friend that was finally done putting up with her "addiction" that was slowly killing her.

the serotonin that filled her mind continued to push up her smile from the pills she had just dried swallowed, but her conscious tried to fight it down from the common sense that hadn't completely left her mind just yet.

"madi-"

love could barely process what had happened, but from what she could describe it- it was like her heart stopped, like a jump in time, a scare, her adrenaline revving up before cutting off entirely.

the feeling that was overcoming her took her back to when she had first took xanax. she felt like everything was slowing down, like she couldn't process things fast enough.

the thing is, when coming down from your high is the worst. it doesn't feel good. love felt life seeping back through the cracks, but she just didn't understand why it was all happening or what was even happening because she felt way worse than usual.

her breathing began to slow and shallow out, she felt her hands go cool along with the rest of her skin, as if she had been standing out in the snow for ten minutes straight without any clothes.

and then she fell. you always fall from your high but never quite literally. you feel sad and drowsy but you can still breathe. your chest tightens up and fills with warmth of a burning fire that slowly kills your soul from uncomfort, not chill up into a frosty hold.

you want to die for moment, maybe even feel like you're dying but you still breathe, you still see and feel and move. you're not supposed to die, but love quickly realizes that that's what's happening when it's spoken into her ear by a boy.

"congratulations, you just killed yourself," a thin lipped disappointed look filling the last of her vision that also had an upturn of a disturbing grin.

congratulations, you just killed yourself.

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pairings: louis partridge x named!reader

part one of n/a parts.

about. head boy and girl gets deemed and you’re just about out of your mind

prologue, one

warning/s. drugs, swearing, and fire

ricky rocks. n/a

the morning air broke in clouded breaths as louis stepped out in the private courtyard, the cold eating away at his skin while he still only wore his blue stripped pajama pants and the tight white tee shirt he wore every night.

it was nice to breathe like that, the cold air traveling down your throat, the feeling of pins and needles forming right where his adam's apple was, almost as if he was suffocating, causing a sharp inhale.

it was things like that that made louis feel alive, pain in breathing. pain in living.

"top of the morning to ya," the sound of an english accent from a young female voice caused him to pause in his breathing exercises, but relax once more upon realizing the voice resonated from enya, well presented in her uniform that was ironed for once.

he allowed his shoulders to relax before studying her better with an arched brow, taking a second glance. his eyebrows fully furrowed as he watched her search through her pockets for something, her hair swooping close to the side of her face in an escape from behind her ear.

she looked clean, he didn't mean shower clean, but presentable-going-all-out clean. like he had analyzed before, her plaid skirt, blouse, and navy blue blazer seemed to be nicely ironed, not a wrinkle in sight. something very unusual due to enya usually only picking out an outfit from her dorm floor out of rush from waking up late every morning.

and another thing, she was actually wearing her blazer, which was something she never did no matter how cold days got. she liked flaunting the thin white fabric dress shirt that made it easy to see underneath. it filled her ego like a balloon, she liked when people stared. so wearing something that covered that all up was very strange for enya.

"early morning cig?" she held a cigarette up in the air with her eyebrows raised and he hesitantly took it with the one hand that wasn’t stuffed in his pajama pants. confusion still stained his face while he soon leaned forward, allowing her to light it between his chapped lips.

"why do you look nice?" he mumbled, the stick of paper slightly muffling his speech.

"they initiate top girl today," she stuffed her lighter back into her skirt pocket, replying plainly as if expecting that question.

"and you think you're gonna get chosen?" louis rose his eyebrow, internally laughing a bit at the thought, to which she scowls at him and his smirk.

"no, genius, they already picked someone," she gives him a 'duh' look, with her lips pressed into a thin line and her eyes glaring at him as he continued to keep an amused expression, "i'm just a candle holder."

"a candle holder?"

louis had never heard of such a thing in his life.

"yeah... you'll be there," she dumbfounds, waving him and the traveling smoke escaping past his lips off. she frowned as she did so and he knew it was because she so desperately wanted to smoke but probably didn’t want the smell to seep into her clothes anymore than it already was. "top boy should be getting introduced and initiated as well."

"yeah, well i haven't heard," he dips his head suddenly in irritation, scratching the back of his neck as the nervous tick he had kicked in, thinking of the letter he had received about a week ago addressing the topic of.. top boy.

it made enya narrow her brows to his odd tone of voice, watching and waiting for him to look back up at her. and when he does, his eyes are squinting and avoiding hers.

"no way," she inhaled sharply, a grin consuming her face once in dawned upon her. "no fucking way!" he already cringed at the sound of the excitement and tease already twined into her voice, "you're top boy aren't you?"

the seconds of silence was already enough of an answer, but she wanted him to say it.

"something like that..."

"no way!" her faced scrunched and she raised an accusing finger, “you are such a dork!”

“shut up, candle holder,” he spat, his shoulder dipping low against the brick building. “it’s not like i chose this oh-so-honoring role.”

“whatever man,” she smiled harder, tongue poking the inside of her cheek as she seemed to stare at him with a more taunting gaze, “you’re still top boy.”

he rolled his eyes.

“what’s all this ruckus?”

both their heads raised to a slouched finn who had his hands stuffed in his christmas pajama pants. he was an off putting sight for six in the morning with his large cardigan draped over his shoulders and darkened eyes filled to the brim of stress and longing of sleep ruined by his frantic roommate, josh.

finn almost swore sleep still filled his mind as he did a double take on enya, a frown quickly etching into his face as he almost raises his hand to express his confusion, “you look weird.” he takes a moment to ponder whether or not to read deeper into it, and decided yes, “the fuck is on your face?” his head tilts and leans closer to her own complexion while taking note to the gleaming product on her lips that made them look puffier and more.. obvious. something he concludes as clear lip gloss. “weirdo,” he steps away and continues his trail next to louis.

enya frowns, glaring at louis who raises his hand to rub his mouth, attempting to cover the smile on his face, but failed as a sound of stifled laughter seeped past his lips, “they’re crowning head girl and head boy today.”

finn doesn’t seem to be listening as he’s lighting his own cigarette before mumbling, “that shits today?” he drops his lighter in his cardigan pocket before taking a long drag, “you the understudy or something, enya, in case she doesn’t show?”

“oh for god sake,” she rolled her eyes with an exasperated huff, “i’ll see you guys later,” she turns as they nod her off before suddenly pausing, a snide smile filling her cheeks, "i'll see you up there partner," she flicks her wrist to louis, lightly hitting his chest before walking away with a grin still on her face.

“what’s she on about?” finn narrowed his brows while continuing to puff on his cigarette. louis could only shrugged, looking to his feet before back up to finn.

“she probably inhaled fumes while ironing her uniform today.”

°•

the moment you woke up your hand took ahold of your lighter out of instinct, squinting as bright light that consumed your body like a blanket and practically ate away at your eyes.

“chicago,” odessa gripped your dorm room door open, a frown on her face as she drunk in your ratty hair and wrinkled and loosely worn clothes from the day before. her chest tightened and she felt like shit as she asked a question the answer was so clear to, “did you forget?”

you rubbed your eyes from sleep, squinting up at the disoriented looking girl without much of a thought as to why she looked like that, “what?”

“top girl initiation, dumbass,” she walked deeper into your room, marching to the closet where she pulled out a pre-ironed shirt and blazer, practically throwing them your way while walking to your dresser in search of a skirt. “while you were getting high yesterday, they were going through a rundown on all the jobs. and because you weren’t there,” odessa huffs before throwing a skirt at you as you stripped from your day old uniform and shimmied into the clean, “you were deemed candler holder.”

“what, was i not pretty enough to be deemed ‘top girl’?” you stifled a laugh as you stretched your arm into the blue blazer slowly out of the soar bones screaming through your movement.

“you aren’t sober enough,” odessa almost whispers sadly before chucking a tie your way, then marching for the door. “get your shit together and then go to the main hall. you’re already late.”

°•

louis’ mind eased in and out of tension as father george spoke that morning sermon. his voice was low and it made louis feel sick to stomach at how unnerving it wavered throughout the main hall with a slight echo. he estimated he had another two minutes before he’d rip his head off.

being deemed top boy was the stupidest thing louis had ever heard of, especially in front of his airhead friends who all just ate away at this sort of thing. not because it was an honor, but because it was relatively.. embarrassing and really excessive.

him being anxious did not go unnoticed, especially when he couldn’t sit still; bumping his knee up and down, adjusting and readjusting his placement on the hard pews, fiddling the buttons of his dress shirt- it was obvious, especially to josh ovalle who was all too familiar with anxiety.

his elbow shot against louis’ ribs, making him almost jump. josh tried his best to be subtle about it; sneaking his hand into his dress pants before bringing it back into view between him and louis, to reveal two white tablets that louis very well knew were painkillers.

he wasn’t one for taking drugs, especially unprescribed and heavily influential drugs. he wasn’t about that even though half his friend group did just for the hell of it.

it was something josh never understood, especially since louis was as depressed as they got. with shit parents, shit luck, and a shit gene system of inherited disorders, he was bound to fuck himself up and over, but he never really did. it was something he always tried to prevent, never wanting to end up exactly like his shit father.

that’s why he was hesitant before actually taking ahold of the two white tablets and popping them in his mouth quickly, dry swallowing them as fast as he could in hopes relief would consumes him sooner rather than later.

°•

it took you a lot longer to get to the main hall than odessa anticipated.

you had to have taken ten minutes more than she had originally expected, staggering in with a cough causing eyes to hit you the moment you had fully appeared, swinging through those old pine doors, looking absolutely awful.

eyes red, high out of your mind. clothes disoriented and broken out of there ironed perfection. sweat needling in your hairline as you got a look at the attention put on you.

“are you high?” odessa whispered the best she could once you sat down next to her.

“yeah,” you didn’t even try to hide it as you pressed your lips into a thin line, suppressing a grin full of.. whatever it was that you felt.

she inhaled sharply, shaking her head, not even mumbling a single thing that flew through her mind, because it was exhausting being friends with you; risking everything, including your life 24/7 just for a high that didn’t last long enough, leaving you for your own humiliation.

your high was ruined and you only found yourself zoning out before being shoved onto the low mantled stage with a large gold metal painted staff placed in your hand where a candle sat atop, ready to be lit. you stood from one end of the stage where the newly top girl would soon stand in front of you. across from you. enya, someone you just barely knew, stood with the same staff and posture you had, the only thing was, she looked more presentable.

you grumbled before turning to face the very large crowd of your fellow classmates. some holding blank stares, some seeming anxious as father george continued to speak, bragging on about the high qualities of the next top girl and why she was chosen.

it made you rolled your eyes as you slightly tipped your head back, also becoming anxious and bored, thinking that nothing sounded so great about this next top girl. all the things he listed off seemed like easy qualities to fill, so easy you could probably fill them.

probably not though.

but it didn’t help that the person revealed to be deemed top girl was stacey golifolk with her shiny curled blonde hair and sharp facial structure. it made you roll your eyes, tapping your foot as you glanced at enya who held a similar unimpressed gaze.

the girl smiled with what you could guess was fake joy as she held her hands to her chest, seeming flattered as she made her way up to the stage, waving to no one in particular before reaching eyes with you, suddenly almost scowling before forcing the smile back on and opening her arms, as if to hug you. 

“and you thought it’d be you.”

you weren’t sure if you imagined it. you probably did as she seemed completely unbothered pulling away to claim her crown, but your chest still tightened and you couldn’t help but have kindergarten flashbacks when you were pushed in the mud by someone just like stacey golifolk. it made your mind swarm with hate, making your grip on the candle staff tighten.

you hated her.

that’s why you lit her on fire.

after a cheesy cape was wrapped around her shoulders and crown was placed on her big dumb blonde head, the stage was made hers and she begun to give her miss america speech. she almost finished it too if it weren’t for you slowly lowering the gold staff onto the red cape, allowing it to catch fire.

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