#biafics

[butchmckay]

Professor butch McKay and comphet teacher assistant Victoria

Mutually obsessed with each other without knowing it…

[butchmckay]

Manipulative pervert Javadi who’ll do anything to get what she wants 🤤🤤🤤

Cassie who’s only human and believes she’s going to hell anyway so why not the fuck the 20 year old

[butchmckay]

Writing the cheating mcvadi angst one shot we all need.

[butchmckay]

wicked games — mcvadi oneshot 16k words

Read here!

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Cassie’s jaw tightened irrationally. “Victoria.”

Victoria finally glanced over. “Do you need something?” she asked sweetly. “Money? Somebody to sign you into a mental institution?”

Cassie forced herself not to react.

“Come on,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re drunk. Let me get you home safely.”

Victoria laughed softly. “If you’re my idea of safety, I might as well hitchhike.”

[butchmckay]

Mom’s best friend mcvadi.

Thinking about Cassie and Victoria hooking up once, it meaning nothing at the time. Some time has passed and Eileen has a new friend, the friend being Cassie McKay, Victoria seeing this, hating it, and having to pretend like nothing ever happened between them.

Cassie doesn’t want things to be messy, sure she’s slept with someone younger, inexperienced and now she’s going out for coffee with her mom, but can pretend like Victoria means nothing, like she didn’t have her begging for her fingers.

They both can pretend.

Until they can’t.

[butchmckay]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/88110186

posting something small for Victoria Javadi day <333

[butchmckay]

snippet from my Cassie fucks her girlfriends daughter fic <3

If you have any ideas/ want to hear more send me an ask :)

[butchmckay]

“Doctor. Al-Hashimi,” Samira began, folding her arms across her chest. “Before you say anything, I’d like to start by saying it wasn’t my intention to avoid you.”

Al-Hashimi's eyebrow lifted. “When? Now or three years ago?”

Samira winced, not expecting her to be so straightforward.

“I…” Samira swallowed. “I don’t know what to say.”

To her surprise, Baran waved her off.

"You don't have to say anything," Al-Hashimi said gently. "As your new attending, I'd rather we start fresh. Leave everything that happened before where it belongs—in the past."

Samira stared at her for a moment, unsure what to say. She hadn't expected it to be that easy.

Just forget it?

Or: Samira tries to rewrite her wrongs with her new but familiar attending.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/87013606