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QUEER (2024) dir. Luca Guadagnino

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Chadwick Bozeman you deserved so much more baby, rest in power you absolute icon i love you.

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kehakshakjs he’s so precious 🥺

best smile award goes to:

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KRHAKAHD THE TAGS

Another picture of Drew that makes me consider men as an option.

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I LOVE THIS OFNAKEHAKSHHD also if anyone hates on it because ik the way people are just know they can catch these hands. BUT YESSS

White boys pt. 1 | Topper Thornton

Hey guys! So this is based off of this req, and it was inspired by @kiarasgold s JJ x Black reader headcannon! I’m making this into another short series to balance out my angsty series lmao. This part is lowkey kind of filler/backstory but it’s really necessary to the next part!

Warnings: mentions of racism and prejudice, mentions of bullying, underage drinking, drug use (marijuana), cussing, spelling and grammar issues

Word count: 4.5k

Black!Fem!Reader x Topper Thornton

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BORROWED TIME (2/2)

pairing: JJ Maybank x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: JJ’s girlfriend tells him she loves him, and it’s the one thing he’s not ready to hear.

word count: 3.6k

warning: negative self-image on jj’s part; implications of anxiety issues and trauma from his upbringing

additional: based on i love you by billie eilish as if the song were from jj’s perspective. angst galore; the reader’s perspective.

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written for an anon

part one

Droplets of rain fall on the window of your car, loud and intrusive. Pop music’s playing on the radio in the background. You hear cars in the distance, too – people are coming home from work. A plane is overhead, too, and it should be deafening.

  All of this should be enough to silence your thoughts, but it isn’t.

  i should’ve said something else.

  anything.

  Your nose is runny and you sniff until it isn’t. Your hands move from the steering wheel and turn the radio knob to the right, until the sound is a little louder than the rain outside.

  The irony of the rain accompanying the emotions inside you feels a little too poetic, and it makes you chuckle. Chuckle, with a tear sliding down one of your cheeks, and another sniffle.

  ‘you’re an idiot, jj.’

  Your hands grip the steering wheel and you clench your teeth, suppressing the yell that’s aching to come out of you. It hurts; the skin on your knuckles pales until you can no longer hold it, and when you look at the insides of your palms, they’re red.

  A sob passes your lips next. Your cheeks are hurting and you feel sick in your stomach.

  ‘i think you’ve said enough.’

  You don’t punch the steering wheel because it would blare the horn and you can’t alert your family that shit’s hit the fan. You hold the back of your hand to your mouth instead and let out a wail, feeling yourself breaking.

  It’s been three days. A million scenarios ran through your mind, a million different things you could’ve said, a million different explanations for the way your boyfriend acted, but none of them have been good enough.

  None of them mattered.

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yes ❤️ 🙈 it’s called peaking in hs

So are we all gonna ignore that rafe, 19 y/o, hangs out with topper, 16 y/o????😳

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PSA!

a lot of you love reading fics. a lot of authors are expressing their yearning for feedback but aren’t receiving them. i realize that i have a fairly big following so i wanted to make this post to amplify their point.

i guarantee you, it is not that hard to:

• reblog someone’s story if you liked it.

• leave a comment. leave two comments. verbally express how you feel!

• put stuff in the tags if you wanna.

this encourages writers to continue publishing. i’m fortunate that i get feedback from my stories but that comes with the advantage of the following i’ve built over the past two years. support newer blogs/writers. support people who want feedback and ask for it. if you want more stories from them, reblog and comment. knowing authors have the support of readers makes them want to publish more.

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Burn | Rafe Cameron

Honestly guys, idk what the fuck happened when i was writing this the other day, I re-read it and it kinda makes sense but idk its like weird soulmate plot then rlly intense soulmate sex. Ima have to blame the drugs on this one. ALSO THIS IS BASED ON THIS REQ! (Its in caps bc i totally spaced and forgot to link it when i posted a few hours ago)

Warnings: SMUT, mentions of drug use, mentions of violence, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, praise kink, choking kink, slight spanking kink, mentions of masterbation, uhm yea it gets kinda filthy 

Word count: 4.4k

Fem!Reader x Rafe Cameron

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i think i’m going to read these everytime i have to do an auditon of me crying

Teenage Memories Ch. 2 | K.C.

I Don’t Want To Fall Asleep, I Don’t Want To Pass Away

Here’s chapter two to the series! If you want to be added to the taglist please shoot me an ask. As you all know these next chapters will include flashbacks!

Warnings: Mentions of death, angst, mentions of cancer, cussing, spelling and grammar errors

Word Count: 2.2k

Series Masterlist

Fem!Reader x Platonic!Pogues, Fem!Reader x JJ Maybank

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duagdkahejahgw i’m in tears 🥺

Teenage Memories Ch. 2 | K.C.

I Don’t Want To Fall Asleep, I Don’t Want To Pass Away

Here’s chapter two to the series! If you want to be added to the taglist please shoot me an ask. As you all know these next chapters will include flashbacks!

Warnings: Mentions of death, angst, mentions of cancer, cussing, spelling and grammar errors

Word Count: 2.2k

Series Masterlist

Fem!Reader x Platonic!Pogues, Fem!Reader x JJ Maybank

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i’d like to volunteer as tribute :)

can you write about spending 4 of july with topper? thanks!

“Fourth of July is an antiquated holiday built on the concept that all Americans are free. Independence Day? Independence Day for WHOM? Unless you are an old, straight, white male in America, you are suffering some form of oppression, and how is that FREE?” Topper Thornton let out a sigh as soon as you finished your rant, grabbing onto your hand and leading you through the crowds of people in his home. The kooks always had a large Fourth of July celebration, and this year, it was your boyfriend’s family’s duty to host. Topper had pulled you to the side when you had begun your rant, and it wasn’t until you were finished your rambling that he let you out around people again.

Joke was on him; you had had four vodka popsicles when he wasn’t looking, and you were on a mission. “Do you feel like you are TRULY free in America?” You asked an older woman, grabbing her arm as you wondered if the kook woman had ever experienced trials and tribulations.

Topper was not impressed, and he pulled you away, apologizing to the woman whom you realized in hindsight was his mother. “You know she knows that you’re drunk.” Top whispered in your ear dangerously, and you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it. You giggled as his chin set into the skin of your bare shoulder, and you turned to face him. Top had his “murder face” as you called it, plastered across his face, and you wrapped your arms around him to make him relax more. The tension released from his body as you lay a cheek on the muscle of his shoulder. He wore a tank top, showing off his tanned, bulky arms. Topper caved easily into your hug, wrapping one of his arms around you before releasing you.

“Let’s get you some food into you.” Top said softly, his anger eased enough for him to start enjoying the party again. He took your hand and pulled you through the group of people that were talking loudly and dancing around you. You made your way out to the pool area, where Kelce was flipping burgers. You took a paper plate from him, and he smiled at you. “You wanna help?” Kelce asked teasingly, reaching out with the spatula. You shook your head adamantly, and Topper laughed as he took your plate and started to put condiments on your burger for you. He didn’t trust that you wouldn’t squeeze the ketchup and dump it all over his backyard. This was a reasonable thought, as it was something you would do even in the most sober of mindsets.

Top handed you the burger back, thanking Kelce before leading you to a pool chair. You sat down towards the back of it, leaning up against. Topper sat in front of you, his back pressed against your legs that you had drawn up to your chest. You took the bag of Cool Ranch Doritos that he reached back to hand you. Your fingers brushed over his as you took the plastic bag, and you felt butterflies that you always got whenever your skin would meet his. Your plate rested on your stomach, and you ate silently with your boyfriend’s dusty locks brushing over the skin of your bare knees. Top was quiet as well, and you watched the people at the party around you. Your mind started to sober up, and you reached your hand forward to tangle your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp. Top’s hand covered yours, pulling it down to hold onto his fingers.

The sun set before you knew it, and you and Topper had climbed up to his roof to watch the fireworks together. You had dragged a blanket up with you, and he had pulled it to cover you both. The fireworks started to shoot off, and Topper leaned his head towards yours so that he could talk to you over the boom of the fireworks. “Do you really not believe in the fourth of July?” he asked you. Top linked his fingers with yours, and you looked over to his blue eyes. “I believe that America can do better. That’s all.” You told him quietly, feeling the way that his chest rose and fell as you moved your head to rest on it. Topper chuckled into your hair. “Always trying to do the right thing.” He said softly, pausing before he spoke again. “Tell me how to help do better.” Top added. You looked up at him, tilting your face up towards his. Your lips met against his, and you slipped your tongue out to battle his as you kissed. You could see the flash of fireworks from behind your eyelids as the two of you kissed passionately on the roof. Topper was a good man, and it made you more than relieved that you had someone who would stand alongside you. You could feel the butterflies inside of the pit of your stomach, and Topper pulled you close. You snuggled against him, enjoying the fireworks show and knowing that tomorrow held a brighter future ahead.

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DUAKIDJAKSU I LOVE THIS I DEFINITELY FEEL LIKE IF TOPPER WAS AROUND THE RIGHT PEOPLE HE’D BE LESS MISOGYNISTIC

can you write about spending 4 of july with topper? thanks!

“Fourth of July is an antiquated holiday built on the concept that all Americans are free. Independence Day? Independence Day for WHOM? Unless you are an old, straight, white male in America, you are suffering some form of oppression, and how is that FREE?” Topper Thornton let out a sigh as soon as you finished your rant, grabbing onto your hand and leading you through the crowds of people in his home. The kooks always had a large Fourth of July celebration, and this year, it was your boyfriend’s family’s duty to host. Topper had pulled you to the side when you had begun your rant, and it wasn’t until you were finished your rambling that he let you out around people again.

Joke was on him; you had had four vodka popsicles when he wasn’t looking, and you were on a mission. “Do you feel like you are TRULY free in America?” You asked an older woman, grabbing her arm as you wondered if the kook woman had ever experienced trials and tribulations.

Topper was not impressed, and he pulled you away, apologizing to the woman whom you realized in hindsight was his mother. “You know she knows that you’re drunk.” Top whispered in your ear dangerously, and you knew that you wouldn’t hear the end of it. You giggled as his chin set into the skin of your bare shoulder, and you turned to face him. Top had his “murder face” as you called it, plastered across his face, and you wrapped your arms around him to make him relax more. The tension released from his body as you lay a cheek on the muscle of his shoulder. He wore a tank top, showing off his tanned, bulky arms. Topper caved easily into your hug, wrapping one of his arms around you before releasing you.

“Let’s get you some food into you.” Top said softly, his anger eased enough for him to start enjoying the party again. He took your hand and pulled you through the group of people that were talking loudly and dancing around you. You made your way out to the pool area, where Kelce was flipping burgers. You took a paper plate from him, and he smiled at you. “You wanna help?” Kelce asked teasingly, reaching out with the spatula. You shook your head adamantly, and Topper laughed as he took your plate and started to put condiments on your burger for you. He didn’t trust that you wouldn’t squeeze the ketchup and dump it all over his backyard. This was a reasonable thought, as it was something you would do even in the most sober of mindsets.

Top handed you the burger back, thanking Kelce before leading you to a pool chair. You sat down towards the back of it, leaning up against. Topper sat in front of you, his back pressed against your legs that you had drawn up to your chest. You took the bag of Cool Ranch Doritos that he reached back to hand you. Your fingers brushed over his as you took the plastic bag, and you felt butterflies that you always got whenever your skin would meet his. Your plate rested on your stomach, and you ate silently with your boyfriend’s dusty locks brushing over the skin of your bare knees. Top was quiet as well, and you watched the people at the party around you. Your mind started to sober up, and you reached your hand forward to tangle your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp. Top’s hand covered yours, pulling it down to hold onto his fingers.

The sun set before you knew it, and you and Topper had climbed up to his roof to watch the fireworks together. You had dragged a blanket up with you, and he had pulled it to cover you both. The fireworks started to shoot off, and Topper leaned his head towards yours so that he could talk to you over the boom of the fireworks. “Do you really not believe in the fourth of July?” he asked you. Top linked his fingers with yours, and you looked over to his blue eyes. “I believe that America can do better. That’s all.” You told him quietly, feeling the way that his chest rose and fell as you moved your head to rest on it. Topper chuckled into your hair. “Always trying to do the right thing.” He said softly, pausing before he spoke again. “Tell me how to help do better.” Top added. You looked up at him, tilting your face up towards his. Your lips met against his, and you slipped your tongue out to battle his as you kissed. You could see the flash of fireworks from behind your eyelids as the two of you kissed passionately on the roof. Topper was a good man, and it made you more than relieved that you had someone who would stand alongside you. You could feel the butterflies inside of the pit of your stomach, and Topper pulled you close. You snuggled against him, enjoying the fireworks show and knowing that tomorrow held a brighter future ahead.

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Say My Name

Summary:  (Requested : can you write one where Topper gets the reader a necklace with his name on it to show how much he really cares about her.) Topper knows how shy you are about intimidating things in your relationship. One day he buys you a necklace with his name on it to give you an extra push. (Also this is after Sarah and Topper and Sarah and John B don’t disappear off the island

Warnings: a little bit of fluff and some smut at the end, unprotected sex

 A/N- I loved this request! And also remember to keep it safe. (GIF is not mine)

 Every day you count your lucky stars that Sarah cheated on Topper. You thank the heavens that you were the person to stumble upon Topper the night John B fell from the hawks nest. You half expected Topper to shove you out the way and call you a name, being a pogue and all. None of that came. Topper was distraught and in need of a hug, for someone to see him as more than “that kook” You didn’t care that Topper hated you and your people from the cut just because of status, you did what any good person would do. Your act of kindness led to checking up on Topper as he grieved over Sarah. Before anyone knew it, Topper was picking up you every day and taking you everywhere, the beach, his house, and everywhere on figure eight. The rest of the island, pogues vs kooks, moms and dads didn’t matter as you and Topper were falling in love each day. Sarah had officially become a nobody the night Topper asked you to be his on his boat, following long hours of proving your love to each other. Sometimes you have to pinch yourself from the disbelief that you’re with Topper. Not there’s anything wrong with you, but you are still a pogue and Topper’s lifestyle and the people around him intimidate you. Topper can always tell when you’re tense and uncomfortable, and he tries his best to make you feel better, but he doesn’t truly understand what you’re going through. It doesn’t make it any better when his mother thinks you’re not around and you hear still bragging about Sarah to her stuck-up country club friends or when Rafe says his relationship with you is ok just as long as he’s only hitting it.The last few nights you wanted to stay home and be alone with your thoughts. On day 3, Topper couldn’t take spending another night away from you. You were zoning out on your bed when you heard a loud tap on your window. Heading over to your window, it was none other than Topper jumping up and down, looking way out of place on the cut.

“I don’t remember asking you to come over?” y/n whispered.

“I can’t take another night without you, please let me see you baby,” Topper pouted.

You were a sucker for pet names and Topper’s lips. Sighing loud enough for him to hear, you climbed down the rope attached to your window, Topper waiting for you at the bottom with open arms.

“3 days is a really long time,” Topper nuzzled into your neck. “But I gave you your space and now you need to tell me what’s going on.

“It’s not going to change anything Top,”

“I will stand in the middle of the road in front of your house dressed like this, drawing all this attention until to your house if you don’t talk,” Topper demanded.

Realizing you’d rather share than feeling than have the entire neighborhood watching, you had to tell Topper.

“You don’t get it Top, and I don’t blame you or expect you to but this relationship is so different for me. I’m so much less than you and everyone knows it. Even your mom. She won’t shut up about how she wishes you were still with Sarah. And I know it doesn’t matter, and it didn’t in the beginning, but I know what everyone else is thinking when they see us together,” y/n let out.

“I won’t pretend to understand what you’re feeling, but I’m glad you told me. And also, fuck what everyone else is thinking. I used to be so obsessed with what everyone thought of me, so caught up in what my mother wanted from me. But once I stopped giving a shit everything changed. I met you and I’m more of myself than I have ever been. It’s hard going through such a change and yeah I am a kook but so what. Anyone that has a problem with this can say it to my face.”

You’d never seen Topper so worked up, about anything. It’s true that ever since you started dating, he’s been kinder and gentler, not the Topper the island knows, but maybe there’s some truth to what he’s saying.

“I know I’m going to have to just deal with it but it still sucks,” y/n.

“I had a deep feeling that this is what you were upset about. People are always going to talk and have an opinion. I think it’s we’re done with other people’s crap,” Topper asserted. “When I think of our time together, I don’t want to include the sad parts. You have too much going on to be sad.”

“Just not JJ’s and Pope’s crap. They’re going to kick your ass if you do anything to me,” y/n hated saying.

“See, other people’s opinion of me, but I’m not going to care and miss out on what’s right in front of me,” Topper said pulling you into his chest.

You rested your head on his chest until you felt him reaching into his pocket

“I know you don’t like it when I buy you things, but I think you’ll really like this,” Topper said confidently.

Side eyeing him hard, you took the box out of his hands and opened it. At first you were confused, but then the longer you stared the more excited you got. In the box, was a necklace spelling Topper’s name.

“It’s so you can have a part of me always with you, and for the nosy stubborn people who think they have an opinion that matters. Every time they stare at you, there will be that nice reminder on your neck, hitting them right in the face that we don’t give a fuck about their opinion. I love you more than I ever loved anyone else, and that’s all that matters.”

You just looked at Topper with deep loving eyes. You cannot believe Topper could do something so sweet and sentimental but also something so sexy. His name around your neck 24/7? You won’t take this necklace off even when you’re dead.

“I feel like I want to cry but I also want to laugh. I love that you’ll always be with me no matter where I go,” Y/n giggled.

“Don’t ever forget that you can tell me anything. Look at yourself in the mirror when you’re having doubts, look and see that I’m here to support you whenever you need it. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me y/n and don’t you forget it,” Topper smiled.

Toppers hands were on your waist and your head still on his chest when you noticed his Jeep parked on your street.

“I see you drove the Jeep today,” y/n bit her lip looking at Topper.

“I thought you didn’t care what car-OH,” Topper realized what was going through your head. You couldn’t care less what car Topper drove, but you always got worked up for that Jeep.

“I don’t know what it is Top but there’s a weight lifted off my chest and my new necklace is just so pretty, it deserves to be to be worn in the Jeep,” y/n batted her eyes.

“You know I bought the necklace as a gesture of love and affection, real sentiment to my feelings,” Topper shared.

“Well now that you showed what your feeling on the inside, show me what you’re feeling in your outside,” y/n said pulling Topper towards the Jeep.

You and Topper couldn’t hop in that back seat quick enough. With his back against the seat, he pulled you on to his thighs, hands already up the back of your shirt.

“I can’t get over how good my name looks around your neck sweet heart,” Topper groaned as he brought his hands to your throat.

“My mom knows what your car looks like, I don’t want her to see us,” y/n said.

“Then I guess we better get to it.”

Hands still under your shirt, Topper unhooked your bra and pulled it over along with your T-shirt, leaving you bare and exposed. Your mouth worked your way along Toppers neck and jaw line, sucking harder on his sweet spots. He groaned every time you pushed harder down on to his already hard on. Topper cupped your boobs, grazing over each nipple as he watched your head dip back in pleasure.

“Top, just take me shorts off already,” y/n begged.

Topper lowered your shorts to your ankles, hand hovering over your soaking core.

“Next time someone gives you shit about our relationship, tell them how wet I make you,” Topper shared. “That should shut them up.”

To relive some tension, you rode Topper’s leg, soaking his thigh as you began to untie his shorts. You never got tired over seeing Topper��s big cock let loose from his shorts, hitting his gorgeous abs.

“Be a good girl and sit on my cock angel,” Topper demanded.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You adjusted yourself and sank right on to Topper, taking all of him in your hole. You started bouncing up and down, Topper hitting your spot with every thrust. Topper loved to watch your faces, and see your eyes roll back.

“Holy shit baby I’m going to lose it!” Y/n told Topper. You were so close you could barely stand it. Topper had never fucked you like this before.

“Keep it up princess. You have no idea how good you look bouncing on my cock with my name around your throat. The necklace bounces every time you do.”

You grabbed on to Toppers shoulders as you felt yourself getting close, rocking your hips back and forth.

“T-Topper!” Y/n screeched, coming all over Topper’s cock.

The sound of you moaning his name was enough for him to release and cum inside you until you both rode out your highs. Once Topper pulled out and cleaned you up, you sat on his lap, playing with his hair.

“Y/n I really hope you realize that you’re the girl for me and literally fuck everyone else who thinks they have a say in our relationship.”

“I’ll get there, I promise. I love you so much Topper.”

“Don’t get mad y/n but I can already see marks around your throat, possibly bruises by tomorrow.”

“Well then at least if anyone is already looking there, they can read who’s responsible,” y/n smiling into Topper’s kiss.

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Cuddling Turned Dirty - Topper Thornton x Reader

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Reader 

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, 18+, Dom Topper, teasing, swearing, unprotected sex. 

Word Count: 1.3k+

A/N: This is the request, sorry this took so long to write I lost motivation for a little bit, but I hope you like it! Also, yes I did put a teen wolf reference in this. 

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The Zooter’s Guide to Getting Zooted

Just wanted to remind everybody that smokes to do it ✨safely✨. As Lord of the Zoots its my job to ensure that everyone woking smeed is being safe about it! So here’s my guide to ✨safe meditation✨based off my own experiences :)

Warnings: mentions of drug use (Marijuana), I am not a doctor or an expert, I’m just a stoner

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