How To Sell Drugs.

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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Hey danmsel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

sir- log off for me real quick 🤨

what happened to your wattpad account?

wym?? my @‘s different now if that’s what happened. i updated the link now if that’s what it was

i feel like if there’s any return of past spider-man, it’s probably only going to be tobey due to how it all went down with andrew (which makes me depressed as fuck)

country club killer.

pairings. rafe cameron x fem!reader

about. rafe is leaving, and he feels he owes it to you to let you know

warnings. swearing and angst

ricky rocks. fat crush on rafe cameron 😻

“hey, sweetheart,” a hand lightly clamped down on your shoulder, taking you by surprised as you turned, seeing rafe and relaxing with a soft smile that he always loved so much.

“country club,” you smirked, “it’s been awhile.”

“miss me?”

you rolled you’re eyes. of course you did, but you couldn’t say it. it wasn’t apart of the game, the taunting and teasing. admitting you missed his company and pretty face would be a humiliation of losing.. and you didn’t like losing.

“never.”

he scoffed lightly, shaking his head as he slowly eased into the seat next to you at your place at the bar. you were holding a glass of water that could be easily mistaken for straight vodka.. which is said because rafe did mistake it for the toxic drink when clasping the glass from your grip and sipping it lightly. he narrowed his brows in surprisal, questioning you as you watched him with a twinge of amusement.

“i’m cutting back.”

“oh really?”

“yeah.”

“didn’t know you were a quitter all of a sudden.”

“shut up,” you shook your head, turning your head back to the tv hinged high on the wall playing a tennis match.

he smiled, squeezing your shoulder before rubbing your back. he was hesitant about touching you when arriving and almost wanting to refrain from it, but he couldn’t help himself; grazing his fingers over the skin that was slightly exposed from your lower back underneath your tight green tank top.

you eased in it, almost leaning into his warm touch of grazing his knuckles against your already hot skin, but also sending chills up your spine from the metal ring he always wore.

“you play today?”

“mhm.”

“did you win?”

“mhm.”

“why’re you cutting back?”

your eyes diverted from the television, gazing over to the glass cup that sat between you and rafe, almost empty, “i kind of blacked out and ended up somewhere i had never been to.. before.”

he shook his head, continuing to rub your back, “you didn’t call me?”

“i don’t have your number, country club.”

“yes, you do.”

you shook your head, eyebrows slightly quirked.

“why wouldn’t you have my number?”

“you never gave it to me.”

rafe knew he didn’t. there was a reason why.

“how’d you get home?”

“topper.”

he hummed in reply, of course, “you shouldn’t be stupid.”

“and what, be more like you?” you arched your brow and he paused with caressing your skin, “the last time i checked, you were spending all of daddy’s money on coke.”

“don’t.”

“don’t what?”

“don’t be a brat.”

you smirked.

it was silent again and your eyes were back on the tv while his analyzed the side of your face intently, memorizing it.

“you’re being creepy, country club.”

he hummed.

“why’re you being weird.”

“what do you mean?”

“usually.. we’re fucking or at your house, but right now you’re doing a terrible job at attempting to make small talk.”

there’s a long silence and you almost swear you made him mad by the way he looks away from you and at the ground. but he isn’t, he doesn’t growl nor whisper a pointless insult or threat in your ear, he doesn’t do anything but stay silent.

and it worries you.

“y/n,” he presses his lips into a thin line, “i cant see you anymore.”

“what?”

“i cant see you anymore. i’m going away and i don’t know when i’ll be back,” he avoids your stare, “i don’t think i am coming back.”

“what, rafe, why?” your chest tightens and you feel as if you’re going to have a melt down, you didn’t know why. “what do you mean you’re leaving?”

he looks up for a split second, enough time to recognize the hurt beginning to swarm your eyes, “something.. something bad happened or not really bad but- somethings come up and i have to leave.. with wheezie and rose.”

your body was now fully averted to face rafe as you were stunned and taken aback, not knowing how to consume this information.

you weren’t sure why you felt this way. why you felt as if someone had dropped a million pounds on your stomach and it was getting hard to breathe from the lump forming in your throat. you knew you had some feelings for rafe, just not so much to the point someone could mistake you as love sick at this point.

“why?”

“hm?”

“rafe,” you paused, thinking of what you could say and you truly didn’t know, but you stopped yourself from saying anything stupid or anything that would clue that you cared a lot more than you should. you slowly stood, clasping his bicep lightly, “good luck, country club.”

you pressed a kiss on the side of his cheek before walking away, holding your breath from any noises that would indicated the pain you felt in your chest from it shattering.

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i’m not sure if you’ve answered this before but will you be making a part two to the romeo and juliet louis partridge fic?

yes!