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Under the Moonlight

Carol Denning x female!reader

warnings: some swearing, hint of abuse, Carol has anger issues, what’s new? thunderstorms

a/n: okay I’m looking back at this now and I see how it’s weirdly formatted and I have no idea why?? I’ll go back and fix it but enjoy!

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“Just leave! I can’t even look at you right now!” You screamed at your boyfriend, or rather ex-boyfriend.

You just found out that he had been cheating on you for a little over a month now. The girl he was cheating with had the decency to tell you after she had found out.

Slamming the door, you didn’t even wait for him to walk away. You leaned against the wooden frame and let the threatening tears roll down your face, a myriad of emotion washing over you.

Wiping the streak of tears from your face, you walked to your room and began to stuff everything he ever gave you into a beaten up box, determined to rid yourself of the man you once loved.

Once you finished, you realized that you needed to get out of the house, you needed some sort of distraction and only one came to mind: Carol Denning, your best friend.

Her parents were on a trip with Debbie for a gymnastics meet, so it was just her and Barb. You knew that Carol worked on Friday afternoons, so you quickly dressed and headed down to Domingo’s. The gloominess of the world around you only added to your disconsolate mood.

At the horrid sound of the bell, Carol wiped off the tired look on her face and plastered on a fake smile. Once she saw you, the plastic smile turned into pure concern, seeing the teary-eyed look on your face was more than enough to get her to drop whatever she was doing at the time.

“Y/N/N? What’re you doin’ here? What’s wrong? C’mere.” With her gentle tone and open arms, you couldn’t hold back the tears even if you tried. She ushered you to the back, in a side-way embrace.

She managed to get you to sit down, and through your fit of sobs, she was barely able to make out ‘He cheated on me, Care’. Whether it was her already established hatred for your ex or the heartbreaking sight in front of her, anger boiled deep inside of her. Fuming was probably the best word to describe how Carol was feeling. Being deep in thought, she didn’t notice the girl in front of her leaping across to hug her until she felt the tightening of your arms around her, all Carol could do in that moment was rub small, comforting circles on your back.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, he didn’t deserve you, I could kill the sorry son of a bitch. You say the word.” You wiped away some stray tears with the sleeve of your Carol’s cardigan and let out a small laugh.

“I can’t afford you getting arrested, I need you.”

I need you

That phrase rings in Carol’s ears, heart skipping several beats.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” You begin to protest but Carol was having none of it. She grabbed her things from her locker and walked out with you in tow.

“Are your parents still away?” You nod as you turn the key to let the two of you in. Your parents have been away on some medical conference in New York for the past week, leaving just you in the apartment. The gloomy sky was still very much present, if not worse than earlier. Faint rumbling fell on deaf ears, alerting anyone and everyone that a storm was on its way.

“Worst part is that the heat went out in the apartment and the landlord is working as slow as possible to get it fixed and I can’t do jack shit.” The creaky door to the apartment allows entrance into what you consider your own personal igloo.

“Shit, it’s cold in here, you can’t possibly stay here!” Carol says, crossing her arms to preserve body heat. She offers to let you stay with her while the heat returns, and you gratefully accept. You pack a small bag and the two of you head out.

“You can leave your bag there, y/n/n” A beat falls over the quiet room.

“So.. um, y’wanna talk about it?” You smile at the blonde’s attempt and slowly shake your head.

“Not really, Care. I feel like I’m all cried out.” As Carol was about to respond, a loud rumbling was heard outside. Turning towards the window, the once sporadic raindrops began to fall in a frenzy.

Carol went to change out of her uniform to put on something more comfortable and that didn’t have any food stains from grimey kids. You ordered some pizza in the meantime and went to get changed yourself.

Carol put on a movie and talked about everything and nothing at all. By the time the pizza came, the wind had picked up, broken branches strewn out on the streets, leaves here and there. After half an hour, the storm worsened, causing the lights to flicker before turning off. The heater that was once creating some white noise in the background became silent, the orange-hued room became dimly lit by the moonlight.

“Fuck- power went out throughout the whole block!�� Carol huffed

“Do you have any candles? Flashlights? Something?” You said, rushed out.

You like the rain, you enjoy curling up in bed with a good book and hearing the patter of the raindrops against your window. What you didn’t like was the incessant rumbling and flashing accompanied by the rain. To make matters worse, the power outage only elevated your current fear.

“Yeah, I should have some.” She muttered as she began rifling around the drawers.

A flash briefly lit up the room followed by a crash of lightning a few seconds later caused you to flinch pretty hard. Hard enough for Carol to take notice, a smirk flashed across her face, ready to make some sort of witty remark about your fear when she realized that you were shaking.

“Scared?”

“Zip it, Care.. Am not.” You muttered the last part, but the small chuckle she did advised you that she, in fact, heard you.

“Bullshit!” She looked over her shoulder to throw you a pointed look.

“Bulltrue!” The blonde gave you a surprised look, which quickly morphed into what you assumed was something of please and admiration. You began wringing your fingers together. Not wanting to listen to anymore of your best friend’s taunts, you decided to speed up the process and help Carol find something to illuminate the room.

“Aha! I found one of Barbie’s old janky flashlights. We can use this until the power comes back on.” She said, casually throwing the flashlight into the air then promptly catching it. You sighed out in relief as the room was now lowly lit.

You plopped yourself onto the couch as Carol attempted to prop up the flashlight. A string of curses and multiple books later, she got the light to stay up to mimic a lamp. She huffed and threw herself onto the couch next to you before putting her head onto your lap. You began to subconsciously run your fingers through her hair as you started talking about something you overheard about the quarterback in third period.

Carol absolutely loves whenever you run your fingers through her hair, it makes her feel calm, almost vulnerable, possibly the only time she ever feels that way. She loves affection, or touch in general because she was so devoid of it growing up, of course, she’d never admit that to you, or herself, really. Carol has always felt different from girls her age, she never had this fascination with the boys in school, she didn’t want to talk about how dreamy they look, she did agree, though, that they were stupid. She feels more when she looks at a picture of Cyndi Lauper than she does when she sees the “hottest” kid in school, or any boy for that matter.

How many lesbians are even in Litchfield?

Slim to none

She laughs to herself, you look down at Carol with a raised eyebrow. You ask her what’s so funny but she brushes you off and tells you to continue your story. Deep down, Carol knows that her feelings for you are much more than friendship, she would never think it though for fear of it being true. She can’t admit that to herself, or to you. She’d hate to ruin what the two of you have, even if it is purely platonic. There’s many what if?’s that run through her mind when she thinks about telling you, the majority of which all end the same way, with you leaving. She couldn’t bear to do that.

“Care?” Carol snapped out of her internal monologue and sensed that you stop combing your fingers through her hair.

“Hm?”

“What’s got you so deep in thought?” You cocked your head

“Nothin’.” You narrowed your eyes at the obvious lie.

“Don’t mean to be sappy-”

“then don’t”

“-But, you know you can talk to me right? I’m not your parents, or Barb. I genuinely care about you and I worry about you sometimes.” You say as you brush your thumb over her bruised knuckles.

Carol sits up, taking her hand away from yours.

“Where is this coming from?” Alarmed, you wonder if you’ve possibly hit a sore spot for Carol.

“N-nowhere, I’m just sayin-”

“Well don’t! You don’t know shit, Y/N.” She huffs and gets up from the couch, going into her room, but not before slamming the door. Since you met her, Carol has only ever called you by a nickname or cookie, which she only did when you were new, you could never tell if you liked the nickname or not, regardless, it hurt when she called you by your actual name.

After cleaning up the mess, and putting away the leftover pizza in the fridge, you went to get ready for bed, anything to give Carol some space. You knew she was a hothead, you’ve seen her angry because some jock got the last pop can she wanted. She’s punching walls and her knuckles are always scattered with bruises, new and old. You always tended her wounds, never making her feel bad about it. In fact, you started getting colorful bandages with stars and shapes so that she wouldn’t see the boring old beige.

You decided to make some hot chocolate to combat the cold environment you were cooped up in. After plating some cookies, you walked up to Carol’s door and lightly tapped the door with the mug. You heard some muttering behind the closed door and took that as a ‘come in’.

Carol was laying on her stomach, pillow smothering the bottom half of her face as she laid reading. She quirks an eyebrow when she sees the plate and mug in your hands.

“I made hot chocolate, I didn’t make the cookies, but here, in case you’re looking for something warm.” You say quietly, placing the mug and plate on her desk.

She rolls onto her side, propping her head up with her hand. Her face is unreadable, you shift from one foot to the other, before ultimately bidding her a good night.

Before you could even get to the door, you hear a solem “I’m sorry”

You look over your shoulder and Carol is now sitting up, fiddling with her fingers, not looking at you for a split second.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you, you were trying to help, I just-” You slowly shake your head as you wordlessly ask if you could sit next to her.

“Carol, you never have to explain yourself to me, I know you meant no harm.”

“No-No please, hear me out.” She pleaded, you nodded, silently telling her to continue.

“I have a hard time dealing with my shit so I take it out on others, and you, I’m telling you now, you, cookie, have never nor will you ever be on the receiving end. You have been the best thing in my life, the best thing in this shithole, really.” The moonlight shines through the room, every so often, the natural light shining on Carol’s thick glasses.

“I do appreciate what you said earlier, Y/N/N. I do, I’m not used to having someone wanting to listen to me bitch and moan. With mom and dad always prancin’ behind fuckin’ perfect Debbie, and Barbie having her head so far up her ass, I’m not used to this.” She makes a hand motion between the two of you and the plate of cookies.

“Well, get used to it, Denning, I’m not goin’ anywhere.” You say proudly. Carol laughs and tips her head back, hair following suit.

“Jesus fuck! Colder than the fuckin’ north pole! Stupid heater.” Carol muttered, she heard your laugh from the bathroom as you were finishing up getting ready for bed.

“Might as well bundle up tonight, I don’t see the power coming on any time soon.”

“No, you’re right, I’ll raid the house for some blankets.”

Meanwhile, you begin to make your bed on the couch, from where your head is going to be laying, you have a good view of the window and the furious raindrops hurtling towards the windowsill. Carol comes back, arms full of thin and thick blankets, her glasses barely making it above the stack of fabric in her arms.

“Take your pick.” Despite being muffled, you understood clearly. You grabbed a couple of blankets and placed them on the couch behind you.

“Are you going to be comfortable there?”

“Yeah, yeah, Care, ‘m okay.” Hesitantly, she says okay and wishes you a good night.

Rumble after rumble, flash after neverending flash, the storm has not let up since earlier in the day. It seems as though it has gotten worse, The Denning house, quiet as ever, you’re buried underneath thick and thin blankets alike, yet, you’ve never felt colder.

There wasn’t a toss or turn you haven’t done, and by now it’s been well over an hour and a half since you went to ‘bed’. You did everything you could to fall asleep, counting sheep, counting the raindrops on the window, thinking about going to sleep, yet, nothing.

I mean, how could you? When the girl who has your heart is in the other room?

You laid there for another ten minutes contemplating on whether or not you should do what you’re about to do. Suddenly, your legs have a mind of their own and you find yourself outside of Carol’s bedroom. You open the door just enough to be able to peek your head in, Carol is just about to take her glasses off when her head snaps towards the door.

By some miracle, you walk through the door, close it behind you and lean against the closed door. Carol looks at you, not a word said, watching your every move. You push yourself off the door and walk towards Carol’s bed, climbing in next to her, scooting somewhat close to her before muttering,

“‘m cold.” Carol smiles to herself and thanks every and any god who would listen.

Carol’s shampoo envelopes your senses, her warmth sends shocks through your body.

Oh my god! What a ballsy move!

Oh my god.. What a ballsy move.

What will she think? Did you fuck things up? Does she know?

No, if she did, she’d say something..right?

If she didn’t want you here, she’d tell you so, she’d have no issue telling you to get the fuck out.

Your rambling thoughts were the breaking point for your mind, you managed to fall asleep. Carol followed suit.

The clock’s harsh red letters read 2:30. You turned around, back no longer facing Carol, instead the two of you were face to face. Somehow, you sense this, and your eyes flutter open. Carol’s face is beautifully lit by the moonlit sky. Everything about her is beautiful, soft, pink lips, chocolate brown eyes, soft blonde hair.

Whether pure luck or pure coincidence, Carol opens her eyes. She blinks away the sleep clouding her. Not a word is spoken, a long beat passes, your eyes drifting to her lips, hers to yours. Her eyes scan your face trying to find any hesitation or any disinterest.

She slowly gets closer, giving you a chance to back out, before your lips crash against one another, with you closing the gap. Your fingers find themselves entangled in her hair, Carol’s right hand cups the side of your face, deepening the amorous exchange.

Your heart skips several beats, thumping hard against your chest. Forget butterflies in your stomach, you feel the whole damn zoo in there. Inside, you’re squealing with joy, not believing that this is happening until Carol’s thumb smooths over your cheek, sensation alerting you that this moment, under the moonlight, is real.

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simpingforthemm · 7 months

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Could I have a carmen Aziza fic where Yn is new to the prison and she always feels like someone’s staring at her and one day she catches carmen staring at her and gets really flustered then carmen starts flirting with her and becomes posessive over her then one day she drags Yn to the library and kisses her and basically confesses how she wants Yn all for herself

my love, mine all mine

my love mine all mine - mitski

word count: 5.9k

warnings: obsessive, possessive and protective behavior, flirting, kissing, toxic behavior, a bit of violence, threats, cursing, stalking, harry potter part 2 hate (I'm truly sorry)

summary: y/n is new to the prison and always feels like she is being watched. one night in the tv room, she turns around to the person who is watching her, only then realizing how gorgeous her observer is. they form a bond through several sets of events, slowly falling for each other. y/n slowly gets to know ouija's protective and possessive nature and at one birthday party of y/n's bunkmate, that behavior hits its peak. provocated by jealousy, frustration and confusing feelings, ouija makes a messy confession, explaining how she wants y/n all to herself

a/n: heyy, sorry that this took so long! I had a lot going on with school and writer's block so that I literally had no motivation to write. Anyway, I put a lot of work into this and I hope you like it (pls tell me what you think!!). I hope the flirting isn't too awkward, I'm still figuring out how to do that. I hope you enjoy and that I've done your idea justice. also this takes place in season 4

You were walking towards the entrance of Litchfield Penitentiary, the prison where you would be spending the next 3 years of your life. You had been charged with drug trafficking and distribution, all because some scared little snitch who didn't want to go to prison had ratted the whole cartel out. Even your drug lord was now facing a sentence of 9 years. 9 fucking years.

Your lawyer, who had defended you in trial, had been really shitty and literally just gave up on you. He didn't even try to make your sentence shorter, that sorry excuse of a man. Lazy fuck.

Morello, the weird Italian lady who drove you and some other people down to the prison, opened the gate and let you and the other new inmates inside. You couldn't believe you were now an "inmate", it was so weird to think of yourself that way.

"Welcome home everyone!", she exclaimed, giving you an encouraging smile.

You were lucky to get out of the cold van, it was January after all and since it had already snowed, the temperature had dropped down several degrees. So it was a relief to step into the warmer walls of the prison, not having to freeze your ass off in the snow.

The first thing you noticed when you stepped into the halls was how crowded it was. You were tempted to just turn around and run, trying to escape the stuffy air and suffocating feeling that was slowly spreading inside of you. Other inmates were constantly passing your little group, shooting you intimidating glances or smiling dangerously at you. You were uncomfortable, but not scared.

It just reminded you of the halls of your high school back then. Loud, uncomfortable and always overfilled. And god, the popular girls who used to bully you. To say the least, you were used to this.

Morello guided you through the prison, showing you where the commissary, bathrooms and everything else was. You were just passing the TV room, looking inside for a second when you made eye contact with a brown haired woman. The woman frowned at you, looking you up and down. You frowned back and kept walking, turning away from the door.

What the fuck was that?

You sighed and shook your head, telling yourself not to think too much of it. It had only been a small encounter, nothing too significant. At least not enough to get you in trouble. For now.

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You were shown to your dorm, where you occupied the bunk above a woman named Brandy Epps. It was obvious she was extremely racist, you even heard her discussing something about "white lives matter" or "white pride", which you took as a sign to stay the fuck away from her. She continued to make dirty comments about other inmates in the prison while you were busy making your bed.

You turned around to listen to her when you were done, staring at her in disgust and listening to the insults that were coming out of her mouth so easily. You shook your head in disbelief.

You must've been staring at her for too long as the woman turned around, obviously pissed off.

"You got some kind of problem?", she questioned threateningly, getting closer to where you were standing.

"No", you huffed, looking away. You really didn't want to start any trouble on your first day. Best to avoid tricky situations.

"Good. I see you staring like that again, we got a problem, you hear me?"

You sighed. You should've known people would have anger issues in here. That people would get aggressive over the smallest things, because they didn't have anything better to do. Because prison was a shithole and it was fucking tiring to simply just exist there. You certainly didn't want to end up like her, but you feared you were going to have no choice in the future.

"Sure."

Before she could say anything else, you made your way to the cafeteria for dinner.

Due to the prison's overcrowding, the blocks were divided up at each meal. You and your block ate with Cell Block C or the so-called "Spanish Harlem", as Morello had already explained to you.

With your plate of food in hand, you sat down at the end of some table and started eating. You were extremely hungry, exhausted from the stress of arriving in the prison.

Suddenly, you felt two pairs of eyes burn holes into your back and you just knew someone was staring at you. You forced yourself to not turn around, not wanting to start a fight on your first day. One never knew what could happen in prison, you might get jumped just because you sat in the wrong seat or stared at someone the wrong way, almost like it did with the racist bitch back in your dorm.

It made you uncomfortable but you focused on the disgusting brown liquid in front of you that was supposed to be "chili con carne", forcing it down your throat and hoping, no praying, that that person was going to leave you alone.

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The next few days you felt as if you were being watched the entire time, feeling that burning sensation in your back again. There wasn't a single moment where you didn't turn around every single second while walking to the showers or the cafeteria.

You were extremely paranoid.

But every time you did, there were always too many people in the halls to really make out someone who could be stalking you.

So you just kept on going about your day, minding your business.

Until you couldn't anymore.

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It was Friday night, which today should've been movie night, but it got canceled and now everyone was in a bad mood. It wasn't often that something nice like this happened and it was a good escape from the tiring everyday routine the inmates had in the prison. You got to watch cool movies, eat snacks from the commissary and chill with your friends.

Instead, you were now sitting in the tv room, just reading your book in a chair next to Morello, who had unfortunately forced you to come along.

"Come on, Y/N! I promise it'll be fun. You can bring your boring book, even though it is a TV room, meaning you go there to watch TV and not to…read. Usually. But I'm sure they'll make an exception!", she had said to you after finding you alone on your bunk, wrapped in your blanket. You had rolled your eyes at her but gotten up from your bunk nevertheless, admitting defeat.

You had actually been enjoying the silence in your dormitory from everyone being gone, but of course, that just had to be interrupted.

Now you were sitting there, amongst all those other people, just trying to read your book in peace. But, and honestly what else did you expect, there was the piercing set of eyes again, just watching your every move. You were actually so sick of it now. Why was this person looking at you the whole time? Why were you so interesting?

This time, you actually decided to turn around and not ignore them like you had done the other times.

You spotted her immediately. It was the woman who had frowned at you on your first day! The woman with the brown hair!

And now she was smirking at you. How was she not looking away or ashamed that you caught her?

Your eyes widened as you slowly scanned her. She was drop-dead-gorgeous. She had curves that were to die for, these stunning dark brown eyes…

You felt yourself blush and turned away. God, hadn't you promised yourself to not find anyone attractive here? Especially not people that could possibly be dangerous?

Well, you had just failed miserably and pathetically.

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Someone pulled a chair up in front of you, sitting on it backwards, using the back of the chair as an armrest.

You were looking down on the ground, burying your face in your book when a finger hooked itself under your chin, tilting it up.

The drop-dead-gorgeous woman was right in front of you, her eyes scanning your face, biting her lip.

She outstretched her hand to you.

"Ouija. Nice to meet you." Her eyes shone with something you couldn't quite decipher.

"Y/N", you introduced yourself, feeling shy in front of this beautiful woman, shaking her hand. She held onto it a little longer than normal, looking you directly in your eyes.

"That's a beautiful name."

She flashed you an amused smile, recognizing your anxiousness.

"Yo, there's no need to be shy, chica" (cutie/girl), Ouija said while moving in a little closer.

"Not for a pretty girl like you at least.", she said with a lowered voice.

She smiled at you once again and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"Thank you", you mumbled, not really knowing what else to say.

Ouija smirked.

"You're welcome, muñequita" (dolly)

Fuck.

"Anyhow, what you in for, mama?", she asked, slowly leaning back again as if she didn't just audibly make you gasp.

"Drug trafficking and distribution", you answered, avoiding her gaze.

"Yo, damn! So you a 'little miss drug dealer' then?" She laughed.

"Certainly. Right hand woman of my drug lord, thank you very much", you responded, bowing your head a little. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Impressive, yo. I like a woman in power. It's hot."

You felt yourself blush again. God, this woman somehow had the ability to make you flustered very easily.

"So, what did you do?", you questioned.

"WIC Fraud. I killed three somebody's - nobodies -", she pointed to a tattoo that she had right next to her eye, three black teardrops, "and then I get popped for fucking fraud. You believe that shit?"

You shook your head, confused as to how they didn't find out about her killing all those people but charged her for the fraud. Maybe if you had committed another crime besides the drug thing and turned yourself in, you would be facing less time. You were suddenly deep in your thoughts, wondering about that, so that you didn't notice Ouija standing up beside you.

"All right, mama, I'mma let you get back to your book here. We'll see each other around", she said optimistically.

Ouija walked back to her seat, but not without winking at you and letting her hand brush against your arm.

You didn't get the chance to ask why she had been staring at you this whole time before really introducing herself to you, but right now, that matter seemed pretty unimportant to you. You felt starstruck from the interaction with the latina, just staring at the words in your book and not being able to focus at all. The conversation had been way too short and you already wanted to talk to her more.

But what you didn't know is that you wouldn't have to wait long until the two of you would speak again. Carmen had taken a liking to you and she was ready to explore what might develop between you two. At least she already knew that she was capable of making your cheeks go red within a matter of seconds.

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You were doing research in the library, or more like trying to find one of your favorite books, Harry Potter. You were trying to find some comfort in this cold place and what better way to do it than with your favorite literature? You wandered through the fiction aisle, scanning through the books.

There it was, on the highest shelf. But, of course, as expected, you were not tall enough to reach it. You felt so incredibly pathetic right now, there was no chair in sight to help you, no stool for you to stand on.

„Yo, need some help there?“, you heard someone ask. You turned around to the voice.

It was Ouija. She was leaning against one of the shelves, smirking at your attempts to stand on your tiptoes to grab the book, of course failing miserably.

„Yes, please“, you said, just a tad embarassed.

„Which book?“, she asked.

„Harry Potter“

She nodded, reaching up, taking it out without any strain.

„So, the goblet of fire“, she said, twisting the book in her hands.

„It was one of my favorite books growing up. I’m already done with all of the books I was allowed to bring in here so I thought I’d do a little nostalgia trip“

Your fingertips touched as she passed you the book.

„I liked it too as a little kid. But my favorite book was always the chamber of secrets“

„Girl – no offense – but are you serious?“

Ouija frowned, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

„What do you mean?“, she questioned, crossing her arms in front of her face.

You smiled, shaking your head.

„Nah, I don’t want to destroy your favorite childhood book for you. I have a very strong opinion when it comes to Harry Potter.“

„No worries, yo, I can handle it. Give it to me“, Ouija said lowly, tilting her head. You bit your lip, rubbing your hands together, getting ready to go.

„Well, I think Ginny’s absolutely insufferable in that book, I mean sure, she was influenced by Voldemort but still, I think it’s not right that she played the „weak, needing to be saved“ girl in that book. It’s not exactly feminist. Also I think the book doesn’t really add to the series, it’s just kind of there as a „filler“ or an information dump. Also, the thing with the diary is just unrealistic. Why wouldn’t anyone notice that it’s in Ginny’s posession? It just doesn’t make sense.“

You grit your teeth in worry, hoping you didn’t go to far.

„I’m sorry, was that too far?“, you asked.

„Nah, I think you’re right actually. Yo, I might have to rethink my favorite childhood book“, Ouija laughed, rubbing her neck.

„I’d be happy to help. I know quite a lot about the series actually“, you explained proudly.

„I figured. That pretty face can convince me of anything, man, I’m sure“

You looked down, trying to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks.

„Don’t hide it“, Ouija said, tilting your chin up. You looked up into her beautiful dark brown eyes, getting lost in them.

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It was late in the afternoon, the sun was already setting and the inmates had a few hours left to catch some air outside before the prison would close its gates, making it time for lights out. You had put on your winter coat and beanie, ready to take a little stroll in the yard. Your hands were covered in thick gloves, protecting you from the harsh January wind

Today, you were just going to take a little stroll around the yard, not that anything else was really possible here. You wish you would have some kind of space to run, get rid of all the energy that you weren’t able to put to use properly.

You were just about to round the corner at the mailbox when you heard a noise.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard someone sniffle and sob.

Frowning, you started walking towards the sound and soon you were able to make out the person who they were coming from. They had brown curly hair - Oh shit! Ouija! You stopped yourself before you were going to run over to her and make sure she's okay.

You were unsure if you should approach her at such a sensitive time.

You wouldn't know how she was going to react, the two of you had known each other barely a hot second.

But you knew that if you were alone and crying in a prison and the person discovering you had good intentions, you would want to be comforted too. And that was good enough for you. You hoped you were making the right decision.

"Ouija, hey, what's wrong?", you asked worriedly, slowly kneeling down beside her.

Her head snapped up, her eyes widening when she realized it was you. She quickly wiped her tears away, trying to find her composure. You couldn’t help but admire her, she was even pretty when she cried, her lashes were stuck together, her cheeks were flushed… God, wrong moment!! Get it together Y/N...

"Oh shit. Hey, didn't hear you coming. Yo, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, but you don't seem to be. What's the matter?"

"Nah, I'm fine, nothing to worry about", she said quickly. You raised your eyebrows, not believing anything she said.

"What? I said I’m fine, man“, Ouija spat, putting up all her defenses.

"Look, I know we don’t really know each other, but I’m not gonna judge you for showing emotion or opening up. It’s human.“

Ouija huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Fuck, fine. Shit, you're stubborn, girl. It's my son. He's in the hospital because of some gang activity in his block and…I'm not there for him, man. I'm in fucking prison. And I can't do anything about it."

You sighed. You knew what she was talking about. You felt the same. Being in prison made you feel so stuck, even though you had only been there for a few days. You weren’t there for your loved ones, the world around you kept turning and changing while you were locked away. Your friends had also seemingly already forgotten about you. Maybe they were all just glad you were gone.

"Honestly, I get it. I have a little sister, she just turned 5. She's growing up so fast and in a year, she'll already be in primary school. I'm missing out on her making her first friends there, I can't help her with her homework or comfort her when she has a bad day. It's torture. So yeah, I can relate. Nothing bad happened to her yet, fortunately, but you know the world out there. I can’t protect her from the harm she might experience out there."

The two of you were silent for a second, saying nothing.

"The thing is, you can't change anything about it. As much as it sucks, you gotta figure out how to deal with that shit. You gotta trust that your son knows you love him and that you being in here has nothing to do with him."

That flipped a switch in Ouija. She did love her son, a lot. She had just got to find a way to show it to him, especially right now. A small smile spread on her face as an idea popped up in her head.

She felt your hand touch her back, stroking it slowly.

Ouija turned to you, the woman who she had been obsessed with ever since she had entered the walls of this prison. The woman who she had frowned at when she made eye contact with her at her first day. The woman who frowned back. She knew that you knew that she had watched you the first few days upon your arrival. You were just so mesmerizing to her, she somehow felt drawn to you.

"Inmates! Back inside!", you heard a guard shout loudly. You sighed. The roughness of the CO's was still something you had to get used to.

"Yo, we should probably go before it gets serious or some shit. You never know if these fuckers are gonna pull out a gun or not", Ouija said, outstretching her hand to you, desperate to get you away from possible danger.

You nodded, letting her help you up.

As you were about to walk past the guard, you noticed that your shoe was untied. You stopped, reaching down to tie it, but the CO was not having it.

„INMATE! KEEP IT MOVING! I HAVEN’T GOT ALL FUCKING DAY, YOU UNDERSTAND??!“, he shouted aggressively, about to yank you up from the ground, when Ouija threw herself inbetween you two.

From your place on the ground, you didn’t hear what she said to the CO or what made him back off of the two of you. You only saw her enraged facial expression as she turned to help you up, once again. You were in a complete state of shock, this being the first time you were properly yelled at by a guard. You felt Ouija wrap an arm around your shoulder, guiding you back inside.

„Inmate Aziza, I would fucking throw you down to the SHU, but I’m fucking exhausted from today so I will let you off EASILY because I’m so nice with just a shot. For the both of you that is!“, he spat at the two of you as you walked back inside.

Ouija saw the broken look on your face and from that point, there was no way in hell that she was ever going to leave your side. She felt protective of you suddenly, she wanted to rip that guard’s head off, no, she wanted to choke him until his words got stuck in his fucking throat for ever talking to you in that way.

She wanted to shield you from any and all bad things in this place. She wanted you to herself, wanted no one fucking near you, except for her. Her hand grabbed your shoulder tighter.

She stood in front of you, so you were facing her. Butterflies erupted in her stomach as your gaze met hers. Your eyes were so beautiful. You were slightly looking up to her, as Ouija was a bit taller than you.

„Hey, yo, are you okay, mama? That guard was pretty rough on you“, she asked you, her voice soft as velvet. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, but Ouija wasn’t letting that happen. She grabbed your chin, caressing your cheek with her thumb.

„Yo, no crying, pretty woman, we’ve already had enough of that today.“

„I love that movie“, you chuckled slightly, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your shirt.

„Pretty Woman? White poor woman fucks rich white man and falls in love? Nah, that shit’s too predictable.“

„Exactly. One already knows how the movie ends, but I still like it“

Ouija scoffed, ruffling your hair. She leads you back to your dorm, glaring at Epps as the bald-headed woman was about to harass you again. Epps backed up with raised hands, whispering:

„I wasn’t even about to do anything...“

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You were casually walking to the showers, towel and toiletries in hand. It was 5am in the morning, so the line wasn't long.

You had gotten up early for the hot water, your bunkmate Epps complaining that you were making too much noise, disrupting her very important sleep. There were only 2 hours until she had to get up anyway. Epps luckily hadn’t bothered you too much the past few days, thanks to Ouija, who had given her death glares whenever the two of you had been hanging around each other, which had been quite often. You had spent most of your time with her, she had helped you settle into the prison and made you laugh almost all the time. You had been there for her during all the announcements she got from the hospital about her son and celebrated with her when the doctor told her that he was going to be okay.

You hadn’t really gotten acquainted with any of the other women at the prison, as every time you tried to talk to one of them, you felt Ouija’s glare on the both of you or you got pulled away from the other person because she suddenly „needed to talk to you very urgently“. Of course you knew that she was jealous somehow, even though she had no reason to be. One of the times when she had dragged you away, the two of you had gone to the chapel. Ouija hadn’t said anything as she had taken your hand and pulled you along with her.

She had lifted you onto the stage, where performances or speeches were given, but kept standing on the ground herself. She still stayed silent as she locked eyes with you and slowly ran one of her hands up your thigh. She leaned in a little bit when her hand reached the waistband of your pants, her eyes on your lips. You could basically feel the electricity sizzling between the two of you. It was like the two of you were always meant to end up so close to each other, like this. Your foreheads were already touching, your lips barely inches away from each other, when the door to the chapel slammed shut and the both of you immediately flew off of each other. Pidge was calling for Ouija, telling her that Maria was calling a meeting. Ouija, frustrated, promising you she would be back for you, „continuing where you left of“. And now you were here.

You stepped into one of the shower cabinets, turning on the shower head.

You sighed as the warm water washed over your body, immediately making you sleepy again. You hadn’t slept really well with that racist woman Epps beneath you. You never knew what she might do and you always had to sleep with one eye open. It was exhausting and definitely took a strain on your body.

"Mornin', muñequita."

You turned around to the voice, looking directly into Ouija's eyes. She looked a little sleepy, but her half-closed eyes were still roaming your body, drinking in your frame. With just a look, she was able to to make you sweat, blush, avoid her gaze… it was nerve-wracking. With a towel wrapped around your body, you stepped outside of the shower and towards the fully dressed Ouija.

"Hey there“, you answered, yawning.

"How you doing, mama?"

"I'm good, a little tired still." She nodded understandingly.

"Glad my pretty girl is doing well", she smiled, leaning against the wall.

You blushed a little and looked to your feet, trying to hide your reddened cheeks.

"Yo, come over here, mama", she beckoned.

You looked left and right to check if anyone was there who could possibly see you before you moved out of the shower cabin and over to where Ouija was standing.

As soon as you were standing in front of her Ouija grabbed your shoulders and pulled you close, wrapping her arms around your lower torso. She pressed a kiss to your forehead, allowing you to rest your head on her chest.

„Y/N?“

„Yeah?“

„I wanted to say thanks for the time you found me..you know, crying, and comforted me and shit. I didn’t deserve that and I’m still a shit mom, but I talked to my son on the phone and...he’s coming to visitation next week“

You squealed in excitement, jumping up a little bit, so excited for Ouija.

„Ouija, that’s great! I’m so happy for you!“

You wrapped your arms around her neck , embracing her in a hug.

Ouija grabbed you by your hips and switched positions so that now you were pressed against the wall. Both of her hands were placed next to your head while yours were busy holding up that towel of yours.

„You’re so cute when you’re happy, you know that?“, Ouija asked, biting her bottom lip. She leaned in closer, taking your face inbetween her hands. Your eyes closed in anticipation, ready to finally connect with her, to finally feel the full extent of the electricity between you too. She leaned in, leaned in, you started feeling dizzy of her scent, of her presence...

BANG! The metal door to the showers slammed shut, loud voices coming from the doorway. Ouija immediately let go of you, distancing herself, and as some of the other inmates walked past you and entered the showers, you tried to act as nothing had happened before. You exchanged a frustrated glance with her, were you ever going to be able to kiss?

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It was your bunkmate Epps' birthday and she made like this whole deal out of it. Almost everyone in this prison was invited, including you and Ouija and almost every single lesbian which was weird, since Epps was definitely homophobic.

But she and her friends did know how to throw a party, you had to leave her that. There was a snack bar with drinks, a dance floor and colorful garlands reading "happy birthday".

You had just entered the overfilled room, completely overwhelmed, not knowing what to do or where to stand or where to sit. You were looking around for Ouija, finding her in a corner of the room, next to Pidge and Zirconia.

She was staring down everyone in the room, a grumpy expression on her face. You know how frustrated she had been the past few days, you were about to kiss two times, but always had been interrupted by one of the other inmates. Privacy was basically non-existent in prison and by now, the two of you were so desperate to kiss, you almost felt like two pathetic lesbian teenage girls.

You were walking towards her, pushing through the crowd, and as you approached them, Zirconia noticed you, her face lighting up.

"Y/N! Hi!", she exclaimed happily.

Ouija's head immediately snapped in your direction and her entire demeanor changed. Her grumpy face disappeared, her eyes lit up and a smile spread across her lips.

"Well, yo, look who showed up!", she said, genuinely happy to see you.

You smiled at her and Pidge.

You looked around for a chair to pull up next to the group, but of course, every single one was taken. This did not go unnoticed by Ouija and she certainly did not seem too unhappy about this fact as her smirk widened.

"Come, muñeca, you can sit here", she said, pointing to her man spread legs. Damn, you thought, really really wanting to, but not being sure if it might be risky. You looked around to see if anyone was looking except for Zirconia and Pidge, but everyone was too focused on themselves to even slightly care about the two of you. And even so, you didn’t care.

You lowered yourself onto her lap and immediately felt her arms tightly wrap around your torso.

„Good girl, put those pretty thighs on me“, she whispered in your ear, her hand stroking your leg softly. Your eyes widened, the familiar blush spreading on your cheeks. „Mi amor, mio todo mio“, (my love, mine all mine) she mumbled, placing a kiss on your shoulder.

The evening progressed without anyone even looking at you. You sat on Ouija’s lap the entire time, wondering how it wasn’t taking a strain on her legs, conversing with her, Zirconia and Pidge. You did not once go to the buffet because you were so immersed in the conversation you were having with them but nevertheless, you were thirsty.

„I’ll just get something to drink really quick, do you want anything?“, you said to Ouija, hopping off of her lap.

„Nah, I’m good, thanks though“

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You were standing at the bar, deciding what drink you were going to get, not that there were a lot of options, this was prison after all. Possibilities weren’t exactly endless.

„Hi there“, a voice greeted you, coming out of nowhere.

You jumped, letting out a little shriek.

„Oh I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you“, the woman next to you said worriedly, but you only laughed.

„It’s fine, I get scared easily.“

„You’re new here right?“, she asked, tilting her head in curiosity.

„Yeah, I arrived here about two weeks ago, so my stay hasn’t exactly been long“

„Ah, so a newbie. That’s why I haven’t seen you around.“

You nodded, conversing in a little small talk with her. You already felt Ouija staring at you, knowing it was because of her protective and posessive nature, but you also wanted friends in here. You needed other people that you could rely on.

The woman, who turned out to be called Carla was telling you funny stories about other prisons she had been at and interactions she had with other inmates there and here at Litchfield.

You laughed loudly, finding her absolutely hilarious. While you and the woman were joking around, Ouija was boiling with anger and jealousy. She tried to keep her cool, „take a fucking chill pill“, like Zirconia had advised her. But it was really hard when she hadn’t even kissed you yet, didn’t even get to call you hers yet. Maybe the possibility of somebody else still being able to snatch you away was giving her the nerves. Maybe she would be more relaxed if she knew you were really hers.

Maybe. But right now, she just wanted to get you the fuck away from that other woman.

As you kept talking with Carla, you felt her put her hand on your waist.

„Um…“, you mumbled, looking over to Ouija. That was Carmen Aziza’s last straw. Nobody would touch her girl, not like that.

She stormed over to where you were standing and pushed the other woman off of you and to the ground where she landed with a loud bang. She stood over the woman, placing her thick boot onto her chest, compromising her airways.

„Touch her again and yo“, she laughed bitterly, „I’ll fuck you up“.

Before you could properly register what was happening, you felt yourself being grabbed by the wrist and pulled away. You didn’t know where you were going, as you were still finding your way around the prison, when you reached the door to the library. It was completely silent, the only sound being you getting pushed against one of the shelves.

Ouija stood in front of you, placing one of her hands beside your head. She used the other one to harshly grab your chin, lifting it up so you were looking at her. Her facial expression was one of anger, jealousy and displeasement.

„I don’t know who that other woman thinks she is, but she better know that you’re mine. Ever since you stepped into the walls of this prison, shit, I knew I had to have you. You're mine, amorcita. You're all mine and yo, guess what? I ain't about fucking sharing. I can’t hide how I feel about you anymore, munequita. Not when 1000 other bitches are this close to you every day. I love you.“

Ouija’s face was full of worry, anticipation of what you thought of her confession, if you felt the same.

„I’m yours“, you said, breathless, and that was all it took for Ouija to smash her lips against you and press you further into the wooden shelves. Her scent intoxicated you, all you saw, smelled, heard, touched was her. She was your whole world and you were hers. Her warm body was pressing into yours, her hands were roaming your body, diving underneath your shirt. Finally, you could do what you waited so long for. Her hands were in your hair, her tongue was dancing with yours. You forgot that you were in prison, you forgot about the world around you.

All there was, was you and her. Your love, yours all yours.

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𝗝𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆 (𝟭𝟴+)

"𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙤𝙛𝙛!"

WHEN THE bell rang indicating that class was over I got up from my seat and walked towards my locker waiting for Carol to come out of her class.

I opened up my locker to get what I needed for my next class but felt someone tap my locker. I raised my eyebrow and moved the locker door so I could see who it was. I saw that familiar blond hair and striking blue eyes. It was Rosalie.

She smiled at me and waved.

"Hi Penny!" I cringed a little at the smile but nodded my head in acknowledgement.

"Hey? what's up?" She moved slightly closer to me which made me even more confused.

"Umm so I know it might be a long shot but since we haven't been able to talk with each other I was wondering if you're free?"

I was gonna say something before a familiar voice cut me off. I turned around and smiled seeing Carol walking up to me from her bio class. She had a soft like gaze when she saw me.

But it immediately hardened once she saw Rosalie who was a little too close to me for her comfort "you again?" She said making sure to emphasize the word loud and clear.

Rosalie backed away slightly with a frown on her face and said with a slight attitude "I'm sorry who are you?" Carol's gaze hardened even more as she raised an eyebrow at the girl.

"I don't think that's any of your damn business" she said through gritted teeth I looked down to see her clenching her fist a little and I rolled my eyes a little at her actions.

"Well I was asking Penny something and you kind of interrupted it so can you please move?" Carol stepped closer to Rosalie due to their height difference.

Carol was basically towering over her. She looked at her with a challenging look and said "or what you gonna make me?" Rosalie backed up some more before scoffing and backing away.

She turned back around and looked at me "I'll talk to you later Penn when you're more... alone" she looked Carol up and down before walking away.

Carol saw the way she looked at her and tried to lunge at her disappearing figure but I held her back just in time "that mean person only I call you that!" She said struggling in my arms.

"Calm down Carol it's literally not a big deal" she yanked herself out of my grip with a huff.

"Not a big deal, are you blind it's bluntly obvious she likes you!" she grumbles crossing her arms. I looked around and saw some weird looks from passing people. I ignored it and looked back at Carol.

I snickered at her grumpy pout and leaned against my locker.

"You're so adorable when you're jealous," I remarked. I noticed her ears turning pink as she shot me a glare and stormed off to gym class. I followed behind her, amused by the situation.

The rest of the day was unbearable for Carol because Rosalie, unaffected by her threat, kept talking to me and engaged in conversation whenever she could.

In my final class, calculus, I was relieved to see Carol there. However, the downside was that Rosalie was also in the class, sitting next to me.

A paper was tossed onto my desk, causing confusion. I glanced at Carol, who also looked over at the paper. I picked it up and opened it, reading the words.

"So, what do you think about hanging out?" I looked at Rosalie, who was smiling at me. I raised an eyebrow and focused my attention back on the paper.

Within seconds, Carol ripped the paper from my hand and tore it into pieces. She threw the pieces at Rosalie, saying, "Get lost," with a glare before leaning back in her seat.

As soon as class ended, Carol grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the classroom before Rosalie could say anything to me. Finally, we arrived at our last period.

"Okay, Carol, you can stop dragging me. Rosalie isn't in this class," I said as she released my sore wrists. She didn't respond, simply walking to her seat without acknowledging me.

"Are you really going to give me the silent treatment, Carol?" I asked. She responded by flipping me off without even looking in my direction. I chuckled and nodded, twirling my pencil between my fingers as I leaned back in my seat.

The school day came to an end, and Carol and I walked out of the classroom and through the front doors with the rest of the students. We headed straight to my car, got in, and closed the doors.

We sat there in silence for a few minutes until Carol finally spoke up. "Sorry for earlier," she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for me to hear.

"It's alright, I apologize for Rosalie's behavior if she upset you," Carol simply rolled her eyes when her name was mentioned.

"It's alright, but I still don't like her," I smiled at her remark and started the car, driving away from the school.

"By the way, did you complete the homework for that class?" I nodded in response to her question.

We arrived at my house and I turned off the car. We both got out.

"Would you like to spend the night here? Gabi will be at a friend's house until tomorrow," I asked, unlocking the door. She shrugged her shoulders.

"Sure, I don't have anything better to do anyway." We entered the house, and I made sure to lock the door behind us.

We walked upstairs to my room and sat down on the bed. She kicked off her shoes and let out a sigh of relief as she lay down. I turned on the TV and lay down right next to her.

"School is so tiring," she groaned, leaning her head back on the pillows.

"Absolutely," I replied, rolling over onto my side and pulling her closer to me. I began placing gentle kisses on her neck.

She giggled slightly, wrapping her arms around me and tilting her head back to give me better access.

"Do you really want to do this now?" I connected my lips with hers, slipping my tongue into her mouth. I pulled her onto my lap, caressing the exposed skin of her waist.

My hands moved down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. She groaned, grinding her hips against mine. We moaned into each other's mouths, and I increased the pace of her movements.

"Oh, God," I groaned.

We broke away from the kiss to catch our breath.

"Does that answer your question?" she smirked, roughly cupping my chin and pressing her lips back against mine. I flipped us over, pinning her down by her wrists.

She bit her lip, looking up at me with eyes filled with desire, swollen lips, and tousled hair.

I unbuckled her pants and removed them from her legs. She shivered slightly from the slightly chilly atmosphere in the room.

While I was taking off her pants, she took the opportunity to remove her shirt, leaving herself partially unclothed. I squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her bra, and she let out a soft moan.

She leaned up and reached behind her back, unclipping her bra and removing the material before grabbing the back of my neck roughly connecting her lips with mine again. I use one of my hands to fondle her breasts pinching her pink nipple.

"Fuck" she softly groans I gently place my hand in her underwear and caress her slowly.

She grasped the back of my neck, tilting her head back on my pillows, her mouth opening wide. I smirked and decided to escalate things by inserting two fingers into her wetness. She squealed, her cheeks turning red, and her breathing becoming faster.

I moved my finger faster, aroused by her loud moans. "Oh my god!" she cried out, gripping the pillows. I withdrew my fingers, much to her disappointment.

She sulked at me while breathing heavily, but I just kissed her cheek and leaned down to her ear.

"Tell me what you want cupcake," I whispered huskily, feeling her shiver. She pulled me down to her level and whispered in my ear, "use the strap." I smirked and opened my dresser, retrieving the strap.

I put it on, ensuring it was secure. Once I was certain, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach, raising her hips. I align myself with her and pushed inside.

"Ohh god!" she squealed, gripping the pillow tightly. I began moving inside her, hearing the sounds of her arousal with each thrust.

She moaned, spreading her legs slightly, and moved her ass back against me, trying to match my movements. I growled, gripping her hips tighter, and pounded into her.

"Oh yes, yes Penn!" she cried out.

I grabbed her hair in a ponytail, yanking her head up to look at me. She yelped at the sudden action, but it ceased when I pulled her into a passionate kiss.

I slid my tongue into her mouth, tasting the flavors of candy and cigarettes. We broke away, and I sucked on her neck, jawline, and shoulders.

"Don't give me any more hickeys, my dad will fucking kill me," she whimpered. I rolled my eyes, slowing my movements, much to her dissatisfaction.

"He can disregard my existence for all I care. You are mine, and everyone will fucking know that ," I growled.

She pulled me back into the kiss, moaning into my mouth as I increased the pace of my thrusts. I squeezed her neck a little, taking her bottom lip between my teeth and gently pulling it back.

I pulled her hair harder, and she let out a loud moan/groan. "Do you have a little kink, Care?" I chuckled darkly and she gave me a wide smirk.

"Maybe I do," She giggled out, licking her top teeth.

I snarled and began forcefully thrusting into her, gripping her hip with one hand and yanking her hair with the other.

She screamed, desperately clutching onto the headboard as it slammed against the wall, but I couldn't care less.

I pushed her upper body down, leaving only her lower half raised, her nails digging into the sheets. "You're so damn sexy, babe," I whispered.

She moaned loudly into the sheets, her eyes stuck in the back of her head, the sounds of skin clapping and her loud moans filled the room. She turned her head and locked eyes with her, her mouth agape and the only thing that came from her were moans.

I stuck two fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them and moaned under her breath. She whimpered when I delivered two hard smacks to her ass.

"Ow! Fuck!" She whimpered.

I felt her clench around the strap but I wasn't done with her yet I withdrew my fingers from her mouth and smacked her ass again.

I pulled out of her and flipped her over so that she was on her back.

"Go put your flannel back on" I said she gave me a puzzled look but got from under me grabbing her flannel off the floor and putting it back on without buttoning it up.

I pulled her back onto the bed and she bit her lip giving me a smirk "Oh this is definitely a sight to see" I muttered biting her earlobe she sighed and rubbed my back.

"Don't cum without my permission ok?" she nodded her head and I slid the strap back inside of her, she gasped and her legs instantly locked around my waist on instinct I continued my pace grunting.

She pulled me down into a kiss moaning in my mouth when I hit her at a deeper angle.

"Penn!" She whined gripping my arms.

"I really shouldn't be giving you anything with that attitude you gave me earlier today" she grips the pillows above her head smirking at me lustfully.

"Yet you still are-" I grab her throat tightly, cutting her off and she whines at the sudden action, her hands grabbing onto the arm.

I drilled into her wetness driving her insane her hands gripping my arm crying out in ecstasy

"What were you saying?" I giggled devilishly Carol spreaded her legs and pouted at me with hooded eyes and connected her lips with mine I wiped some sweat off her forehead before going down and rubbing her clit roughly with my hand

"Yes, yes, yes!" she squealed. I felt her clench around the strap and I clicked my tongue at the fact that she tried to release without telling me.

I flipped us over and let her ride me. She whined and placed her hands on my chest squeezing my breasts through my bra.

Her flannel was hanging off her shoulders exposing her bouncing tits which I squeezed together in my hands.

Her hands moved from my chest to her thighs. I inched my hands down to her ass and made her bottom half move faster.

"Yes! Right there!" She squealed, putting her hands on either side of my head. I moved her hair from her face and pulled her into a heated kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth silencing her sounds.

I broke the kiss and she leaned back up the moment she clenched around the strap I made her stop.

She whined at the sudden stop and I pulled out flipping us back over and spread her legs open and leaned down placing a long lick at her dripping cunt she squeaked digging her hand in my hair.

I nibble a little on her sensitive bud.

"You wanna cum real bad don't you?" she tried to grind her hips into my face but I held them down.

"Answer me" I snarled and she quickly nodded her head.

"Y-yes please Penn!" That's all I had to hear and went back to sucking on her clit, her juices coating my mouth, her hands went into my hair tugging harshly.

"Yes baby yes right there!" I felt myself getting aroused by her noises that I didn't even know were possible.

I plunged my tongue into her hole hitting her weak point raising her sounds "Oh fuck, fuck, more," she said, all breathy and desperate.

I leaned my hand up gripping her boob in my hand and added my fingers once again doubling the pleasure she mewled her hips bucking up desperately to meet my movements.

I felt her clench around my fingers and I pulled away when she was right around the corner to her orgasm before she could say anything I kissed her cheek cutting her off

"Don't worry baby this is the last thing?" I cooed.

I got her back on her hands and knees and arched her back a little before pushing back in but I didn't move. Carol's head snapped to me wondering why I wasn't moving.

"Go ahead you wanna cum so bad fuck yourself"

She wasted no time and instantly moved her ass back against me while I held onto the bed board above her head. Her moans were frantic and very loud the more rougher she got with her movements.

The sounds of skin on skin contact was very loud too. If you passed by the room you could definitely tell what we were doing.

She gripped the bed sheets tightly and cried out when she hit her g-spot.

"Oh shit fuck oh!" She yelled.

I spread her legs and instantly drilled into her she turned her head and buried her face into a pillow, her loud whimpers being muffled by the soft cushion.

"Tell me your mine Cupcake" I whispered, grabbing her head and turning her away from the pillow.

"I-im yours I'm fucking yours" she moaned I smiled and leaned down to her face.

"You can touch yourself now" she immediately moved her hand down rubbing her clit in circles.

She tried to silence her loud cries at the sudden pressure of my movements and her fingers but I grabbed her hand pinning it over her head

"Nobody's home cupcake you can be as loud as you want" I whispered.

I grabbed one of her legs and raised it a little. I looked down at my girlfriend mesmerized by her pure beauty.

"Oh my god I'm so close" she whimpered, rubbing herself faster with one hand and digging her nails into my hand that was pinning it.

Her moans got louder and louder until she cried out her eyes rolling in the back of her head and her climax finally hitting her in strong waves.

I help ride out her high until she pushes me away from her due to the overstimulation. She grabs my chin but softly this time and connects our lips.

I cup her cheek relaxing into the kiss we pull away and I roll off of her pulling her body to mine by the waist "holy shit" she laughed breathlessly I snickered pulling her closer.

"I love that submissive side of you" I cooed teasingly as she rolled her eyes leaning her head on my chest.

"I'll fucking kill you if you tell anyone".

I smiled at her and she smiled back. She slowly trailed her hands down my body stopping at my pants.

"Do you want me to this time?" I shook my head and kissed her temple.

"It's fine I owed you anyways today was rough" I said.

"Damn fucking right and don't thing I forgot about that prissy bitch" she jabbed I sighed knowing she still wasn't gonna let it go she turned her body away from me and pressed her back to my front.

"Now cuddle me" she demands I chuckle softly and turned over wrapping my arm around her naked waist. We continued to talk and joke until we both fell asleep.

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rustedhearts · 6 months

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blue christmas (boxer!steve harrington x fem!librarian reader)

summary: it's christmas time, and your boyfriend's traveling the country kicking ass. will he make it home in time—or will you be spending christmas alone?

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ the king of the ring (1989) ✶ christmas carols ✶ main masterlist

tags: christmas!; descriptors for libby's friends but of course, not libby; kinda hurt/comfort (she's just a sad girl!); fluff; alcohol consumption; nothing major.

"i'll have a blue christmas without you. i'll be so blue just thinking about you. decorations of red on a green christmas tree, won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me."

— blue christmas, elvis presley

hawkins, indiana. december 1989.

“I can’t believe you won’t be here.”

The ribboned rubber of the telephone cord curled around your finger. You pouted at the flowered fabric of your bedspread, imagining Steve in a little Christmas sweater he’d never wear—but he’d be here. Cozy, warm, big and bulky under layers of cable-knit.

Christmas was in three days, and your boyfriend wouldn’t even be here.

“I know, angel,” Steve sighed through the phone. “‘m sorry. I wish I could."

And he does. It's your first holiday season together—your first winter full of fluffy white snow, and cold afternoons that make you want to curl up and sleep the days away. It was the season of love and affection; the time of the year meant for nuzzling noses and burying in coats for warmth.

You imagined so many times what the holiday season would look like if Steve were here to stroll through the town square holding your mittened hand. He'd come up for weekends—twice since the beginning of November—but it was never long enough. He'd get in Friday night, and have to leave Sunday morning. You never got to sleep in and feign domestic bliss, tangled in his sheets in the white, early light.

Too many times, Steve kissed your head in a half sleep and whispered his goodbye; a note on his pillow where his head was supposed to be.

Angel,

I'll miss you more than ever.

—Steve

"Me too," you mumbled, pout evident in the huff and puff of your quiet words. You let your chin fall to your arm propped on the edge of your bed, glaring ahead at your wallpaper.

The house fogged with warmth from a home-cooked meal roasting in the oven downstairs. Your mother had a jazzy Christmas tune pipping from the stereo on the counter. Your father—last you checked forty minutes ago—was reading the paper in his armchair beneath the yellow lamplight of the living room. Your brother was somewhere up the street getting into trouble with his friends, driven to boredom without school to keep them busy. You had a Christmas party to attend tomorrow night, and you still hadn't picked an outfit, or wrapped your Secret Santa gift.

"Baby," Steve sighed. "C'mon, don't...don't make me feel bad."

You rolled onto your back. "I'm not, I'm not...I'm sorry."

Commotion clattered behind Steve—hotel doors opening and closing, voices muttering. The bed springs squeaked with his shifting. Your chest ached and squeezed with what you already knew was coming.

"I gotta go, angel...I'll call you later, alright? Be good f' me?"

You pinched your eyes shut, willing the stinging to stop. You nodded without words a moment, and then heard the buzz of his waiting. "Okay...love you."

"Love you too, baby. Bye."

"Blue Christmas" spun on Lisa's turn table in the sunken den of her parent's basement living room. Still stuck in 1975 and decorated by her mother for the sole purpose of hosting cocktail parties, it was the perfect place for Lisa to hold her first "adult" holiday party: pink shag carpet, silver-tinseled Christmas tree, pastel wrapping and perfect bows, and geometric decor of diamonds and stars on the wood-paneled wall.

Lisa, Holly, Tammy (and even yourself) dressed in their best getups, hair and makeup perfected for Polaroids. They already snapped enough to cover the end table, and in every single one, your smile never met your eyes. You were too concerned with ruining Lisa's highly-anticipated party to be a drag, but the lack of Steve really weighed on you.

"Oh, honey," Holly sighed, padding her way over to you. She flopped onto the sofa beside you, arm wrapped around your shoulders. "You miss him real bad, huh?"

You sighed, head falling onto her arm. "That obvious?"

She sipped her (fourth) cocktail—something red and fruity and rimmed with crushed candy cane. "You haven't spoken a word in thirty minutes. It was just a hunch."

"I thought he'd at least...try to be here. I mean, he doesn't have a fight until next week. He could fly back and forth—but maybe that's...not right of me to ask that."

Holly hummed, setting her coupe glass on the Polaroid table. She turned to you, blonde hair neatly curled and pinned on either side, and pursed her glossy mouth.

"It's not too much to ask, hun. If he wanted to be here, he'd be here. He said he loves you, then he wouldn't miss your first Christmas together."

You peered at her, wondering if this were true. From their place near the tree, arranging gifts and flicking through Elvis albums, Lisa and Tammy looked up.

"Oh, that's not true!" Tammy squawked. "He's just busy. They're talkin' about him all the way in New York now."

You chewed on the inside of your cheek, stomach twisting. "They are?"

If Steve were truly gaining popularity across the east coast, you had more than just a missed Christmas to worry about. You sensed its arrival—his fame and popularity. Steve was up and coming, and he had an aggression not many fighters had these days. He had the drive, the passion, the determination. You saw it all in his eyes. You knew he wouldn't stop until he was the best, and he wasn't afraid to make the sacrifices necessary to be just that.

And maybe it was selfish of you to want him all to yourself—but you've never felt this way about anyone before. Steve was everything.

"Oh, Libby," Lisa cooed, hurriedly rushing your way. Tammy followed, and soon they were all surrounding you, perched on the sofa and the coffee table.

"It'll be okay! He loves you, it's so obvious. You just have to realize...maybe his career will always come first. You just have to find a way to be okay with that," Lisa offered meekly.

You nodded, but only because your tongue felt like lead in your mouth. The girls glanced at each other momentarily, and then Holly stood in a flash of sparkly, bubblegum pink and glitter.

"Well, to hell with Steve! Let's get drunk and open presents."

The glasses drained themselves, really. The records spun and scratched, the pretty, gilded wrapping paper shred to pieces, and the girls in the den soon became nothing but giggling messes. When you got bored of the music, you turned to the television, turning the knob until you reached a fuzzy, pixelated picture of It's A Wonderful Life, though the static-y voices fell on deaf ears.

"Oh, it's darling, Libby, really," Holly gushed, holding up the pink satin slip you gifted her for Christmas.

Holly was easiest to shop for—she'd be pleased with anything pink, soft, and fancy.

"I'm glad you—hic!—like it. And I love my book, Tammy. It's so beautiful."

The book, a cloth-bound classic, was wine-colored and gorgeous. It was so pretty you didn't even want to put it on the shelf. It would sit on your dresser for a little while to look at.

Lisa gave Tammy a pair of red Mary Janes, and Holly gave Lisa a new set of hot rollers. The remains of the wrapping paper sat in bits and pieces around you on the carpet, and you had to shoo away Lisa's cocker spaniel, Lady, before she ate it all. She trudged into your lap, shedding soft hair over your dress as you stroked her long, floppy ears, watching the pink-flushed faces of your friends through the glowing white light of the Christmas tree.

Despite Steve's absence, you were happy. You had your friends.

The giggles faded when the doorbell rang through the house. Lisa waved it off, peering up the steps of the den toward the first floor. "Probably just a caroler. Ignore it."

But the doorbell rang again. Lisa huffed, and Tammy and Holly giggled as she fumbled up the steps. In her absence, they turned to you, all gushing over each other's presents and asking after more cocktails. They kissed at Lady in your lap and tossed popcorn at her waiting mouth, and you fell in line with the amusement until Lisa's socked feet came flapping into the room.

"Libby, Steve's here."

You weren't sure you heard her right. The giggles dwindled again, and your hand stilled over Lady's head in a half-stroke. Your heart was in your mouth, pulsing dumbly.

"W-what?"

Lisa, out of breath and wide-eyed, had her hands on her hips with an ecstatic smile. "He's here. Steve, he's here—he's waiting outside."

"Well, for God's sake, Lisa, why didn't you invite him in?" Tammy chimed in.

Lisa shot her a glare. "He said he'd wait outside for her! Probably heard your cackling and got too scared to come in."

Holly soothed your friend's sting with a half-hug around Tammy's shoulders, but you were still numb. You carefully scooped Lady up and placed her on the floor, away from the wrapping paper. You pushed to your feet, smoothing down the skirt of your dress. You put your book on the sofa, and turned to your friends still on the floor.

"Do I...do I look alright?"

"Gorgeous, babe," Holly beamed. "Let me just..."

She stood, reaching up to fix your hair. She fluffed it, poofed it, found your purse on a hook near the door and spritzed your perfume at the crown of your head, and under your ears. She handed you your lipgloss and a mirror, and when you were content with the pink-eyed doeness of your appearance, you stepped toward the stairs.

"Go, go!" Lisa ushered you, giving you a nudge.

You steadied yourself on the wall, steps careful and cautious. Those drinks made you a little woozy, but nothing felt as fuzzy as the thought of Steve waiting for you in the snow. He came all the way here, for you. Your cheeks warmed at the very thought. Your stomach crawled its way up to your throat.

You made your way through the house, taking one last glance in the nearest mirror, before pulling open the door.

A cold rush immediately burst into the house, but any thought of shivering fled your mind at the sight of Steve looming before your eyes. Brown leather coat, black sweater, Levi jeans tight at the hips and loose at the calves. He had his hands cupped around his mouth, blowing hot, white air into his palms—but at the sound of your steps, at the scent of you, he stopped.

All you could do, for just a moment, was stare. Three long weeks since you last saw him—those perfect, round hazel eyes, those high, rosy cheeks. The tip of his nose was wind-nipped pink, the tops of his ears blown red. He smelled like vetiver and leather cologne, and he looked beautiful.

"Oh, Steve."

You crashed into his chest, arms wound tight around his stomach. He enveloped you in his own, holding you as close as he could; and the warmth of him immediately melded with yours. You buried your nose into his chest and hummed, eyes pinched shut just to hold onto this. This moment, this scene, this feeling of him so close after so long apart. You didn't want to let go.

"Merry Christmas, angel," he whispered, and then his mouth sat atop your head, pressing it into a kiss.

When the cold got unbearable, you pulled Steve inside. Fingers intertwined and cheeks sore with grinning, you skipped your way back down to the den where your friends feigned innocence despite their heaving breaths.

"Well look who's here," Holly cooed, watching you tug Steve down the steps.

You giggled, tipping into his side, one foot coming to kick up giddily. You felt like a schoolgirl with her very first crush. That's how love should always be, right?

"Steve, you know everyone. This is Lisa, Holly, and Tammy. Girls, this is Steve."

Your friends waggled their fingers in bashful little waves, and Steve lifted a wide palm in hello. You could smell the Marlboros on his coat, see the outline of a new pack in the front of his pocket. His hands were starting to warm up against your own.

"And this is Lady," you cooed, watching the cocker spaniel sniff at Steve's boots.

You dipped down and scooped her up, bringing her up against your chest to wave a tiny paw at Steve. He cracked a sideways smile, reaching out to scratch at her chin. You let her scamper back over toward the girls by the tree, and turned to Steve with your fingers looped together behind your back.

You could barely contain the giddy glee flooding through your body. Steve noticed. He nicked you under the chin with a gentle knuckle, and another small kiss placed on your sticky mouth.

"You girls been drinkin'?" he gruffed, thumb pressing on your bottom lip.

You shrugged. "A little. It's Christmas, Steve."

He hummed, eyeing the dazzled, feminine setup of the room. A mess of pretty paper, tinsel knocked astray, empty coupe glasses and picked-at pigs-in-a-blanket and bowls of snacks, a dog sniffing around for scraps and attention—harmless, he decided. Maybe even sweet.

As if waiting for his approval, and recognizing the submission, Steve turned back to you with a small smile. "Okay."

You took him by the hand again, tugging him toward the tree. "Come on."

But Steve paused, tugging you with just the resistance of his solid stance, snapping back like a rubber-band.

"Wait, honey..." You turned to him, and he reached into the lining of his coat. "Got somethin' for you."

He pulled out a slim, black velvet box. You pressed your lips into a smile and huddled close.

"But, Steve...yours is at home—"

"—shh. Just open it."

You were acutely aware of your friends craning to see over your shoulder from their place on the floor, petting mindlessly at Lady and munching at shortbread. But in this moment, it was just you and Steve. And he watched you intently once he handed over the box, gnawing at his own lip. God, he wanted a smoke. He just wanted you to love it.

You pushed the box open, hinges snapping back to reveal a navy blue satin lining, and a gorgeous golden locket strung inside. An "S" sat etched on the center of an intricately engraved heart, adorned with swirling roses on a delicate chain.

"Oh, Steve." It was all you seemed to be able to say today.

"D' you like it?" he asked, voice edged with worry.

You fingered at the locket, feeling the cool metal. "I love it, Steve. It's gorgeous."

He exhaled. "Good. Lemme put it on."

With fingers too big for such delicate things, he plucked the necklace from its box and pulled the clasp open. You spun around, moving your hair out of the way for his hands. With your back to him, you could properly convey your excitement to your friends, who mirrored your beaming grin with equal delight.

The locket rested perfectly in the center of your chest, and once clasped, you felt it against your skin with your palm.

"Thank you, Steve. I love it so much."

Steve, hands braced on your shoulders, tipped his head and kissed your cheek. "Anything, angel. It's all yours."

Lisa snapped the head of a gingerbread-man cookie off with her teeth, and Holly cooed. Tammy busied herself with the dog.

But you had a band of butterflies in your stomach and a drum line in your chest, and you turned to look up at Steve with nothing but adoration.

"Look inside." He nudged his nose toward the locket again.

Wedging a nail between the hinges, you popped the heart open. A crudely-cut picture of yourself and Steve—so minuscule it would be difficult to discern from a blob if you hadn't recognized the very moment captured in time—sat in a black and white fashion in the heart.

Another smile at Steve, loving and sweet. "Who knew you were so romantic, Steve Harrington?"

He tucked his bruised fists into his coat pockets and shrugged. "I try."

Steve had hours before he had to leave and a plane ticket burning a hole in his back pocket—but it was Christmas, and he'd do anything, even blow off his coach and a team full of people, if it meant seeing your pretty face.

"Merry Christmas, angel."

The softest of kisses shared between warm mouths. Strawberry-cigarette smooches were what life was all about.

"Merry Christmas, Steve."

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floralcyanide · 3 months

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⊱ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝐺𝑜𝑙𝑑 ― 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑛𝑜𝑤 ⊰

[ ᴀ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ]

1960s ᴜs ᴘʀᴇsɪᴅᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ᴄᴀɴᴅɪᴅᴀᴛᴇ!ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜs sɴᴏᴡ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒: 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑟

౨ৎ 18+ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀs ᴏɴʟʏ !

⊹ summary: christmas and new year's eve are spent with coriolanus. ⊹ pairing: young!coriolanus snow / fem!reader ⊹ warnings: kissing, innuendo ⊹ word count: 3216 ⊹ author’s note: apologies for being so late with this! it was my birthday and then I've been on new depression meds so I've been super tired from them ): but here's chapter three!! I hope everyone enjoys (:

౨ৎ divider credit: @cafekitsune

౨ৎ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ | sᴇʀɪᴇs sᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ | sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

౨ৎ this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

❝Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.❞ ― John F. Kennedy

You dive into your work full force on the 23rd, finally finishing Profiles in Courage and asking Jack your endless questions. All of which you scribble down in every available spot in your journal pages. Coriolanus has begun mapping out a campaign and slips the small pocket journal of ideas under your door late that night after the kiss. The two of you have shared looks with one another since but have yet to speak a word directly to your counterpart. For now, it seems your likenesses of each other’s goals are intertwined in the fact you are still working together for a common purpose. You had stayed up late that night, too. I delicately folded the golden rose in some tissue paper and wrapped it in a small box with string. Christmas Eve crawled through your window with the winter wind, and the taste of something metallic and sweet still lingered in your mouth.

“Do you think Santa will give Mister Coryo coal or a gift?” John Jr. asks you later that evening, briefly looking up from his figurines on the den floor where he sits beside Bobby Jr.

You try not to laugh at the outright question as Coriolanus is sitting across from you in his spot in that same chair he sits in, puffing his pipe with a playfully threatening look in his eye at your possible answer. You tread carefully, but not carefully enough.

“I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we, John John?”

Jack is in the joining area of the main floor, where the grand piano sits by the entryway, softly playing the notes to Carol of the Bells. Caroline is next to him on the piano bench, swinging her legs. Bobby is next to you, his nose deep in the newspaper from the morning as his wife Ethel shakes her head at her nephew.

Jackie approaches the sitting area with some cider, setting the tray down on the coffee table before the fireplace, “I’d hope Coriolanus has known to be good this year.”

You raise your eyebrows subtly as you pick up a teacup of the warm liquid, already knowing his gaze is on you, “Thank you for the drink, Jackie.”

“Not a problem. Thank you for being such a dear guest and being so dedicated to Jack’s legacy. We all appreciate it very much.”

The rest of the family resides near the cellar, where there’s a small table dedicated to poker and cigarette smoking, trying their best to keep it down as the game of cards progresses. It’s nearing bedtime for the children and much-needed adult time for the elders. Today and tomorrow are a little hard for you, but being around others makes it easier to bear. Being without family on Christmas can dampen the mood, and you wonder if Coriolanus feels the same way. You subconsciously let yourself look over at him to answer your question. He’s sitting with his leg crossed over the other, his foot relaxedly bouncing slightly as he stares into the fireplace. Coriolanus doesn’t have a book in his grasp for once as he absentmindedly takes a rather deep hit of his tobacco, letting himself exhale as his eyes flutter to yours. Almost as if he’s wondering how you’re doing and what you’re thinking, too. Your stomach flips as you place your teacup on its saucer respectively.

Ethel finally rounds the kids up for bed, and they all protest without surprise. Bobby Jr. demands a Christmas bedtime story, to which the others mutually agree. With a sigh, Ethel gives in. Jack rallies everyone, even those playing poker, to come gather around the fire in the den. You decide to offer your spot to Kathleen and opt for the arm of the chair that Coriolanus is perched in. His arm still rests where it was on the fabric, dangerously close to your back. Jack sits in the larger chair beside the fireplace, opening up The Night Before Christmas. All the kids lay or sit before him, chins on their fists as they listen closely. The family chuckles occasionally when Jack chides in a sound effect or makes a joking comment to the side. Jackie looks over to you and Coriolanus with an almost knowing look. You feel tense about it until she gives a soft smile before returning her focus to her husband. The story draws closer to the end as the children grow sleepy, and Coriolanus’ hand grows curious. His fingertips slowly draw up your hip and softly grasp it, hidden under your shirt enough to where others can’t immediately see it. You look behind your back subtly, your eyes cast down at Coriolanus as he stares ahead, unwavering.

The brothers and their father scoop up the boys and girls and carry them to their bedrooms, most of them half asleep or fighting it. Some of the adults oblige to their own beds calling, while others disperse elsewhere or remain in their respective spots. You’re one of the ones ready to call it a night, so you carefully move yourself from Coriolanus’ touch and off the arm of the chair. It feels cold where his hand had been when you stand up. The rest of your night is spent journaling at your desk until your eyes grow too heavy to remain open any longer. It feels like you closed your eyes for only a second before there’s a near pounding at your bedroom door. You peel your eyes open reluctantly to see the sun barely hovering over the horizon from behind the sheer curtains. With a sigh, you hear the pounding again, but this time upstairs and slightly to the right. Sliding on your slippers, you rub the sleep from your eyes before opening the door to reveal some of the Kennedy kids beaming up at you.

“And why didn’t you wake your parents first?” you raise an eyebrow, to which they argue that they knew you’d actually get up first.

You’re exiting the bathroom when you bump into Coriolanus, who has just come fumbling down the stairs.

“They got you up too, I see?”

You nod, “Yeah. I guess we’re the fun ones.”

Coriolanus turns his lips up into a smile before allowing you to walk in front of him to the den, where the kids wait patiently for the two of you to approach.

“How about we start some breakfast for everyone and then open gifts when they’re all awake? Sound good?” you ask.

Some of the kids groan, but most of the boys eagerly race to the kitchen at the sound of breakfast. Coriolanus lets you take the reins in the kitchen as he does whatever you ask of him on the side, obeying your orders. Slowly, the family trudged into the kitchen and dining room one by one until everyone was seated. The family grows louder with chatter and clattering of dishes, excitement filling the air.

“What do we say to our guests who made us this wonderful breakfast, kids?” Jackie asks, looking around at the children expectantly.

A jeer of thank-yous comes from everyone around the table, to which you and Coriolanus shrug off.

“The real deal is the one who brought the presents,” you wave your hand dismissively, “So let’s go see what he brought, shall we?”

The kids need no more to be said before they all bound over to the den, taking their spots on the floor as Jack and Bobby move to assign everyone their gifts. You and the other ladies agree to clean up after gifts, so everyone is busy with something then. As you walk toward the group of kids tearing into their gifts, Caroline runs up and hugs your legs, beaming at the books you got her. John Jr. does the same, delighted he has another comic to add to his collection. Before you can find somewhere to sit, Coriolanus pulls you to the side of the den and away from the others. He ushers a box into your hands.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, Coriolanus.”

“Sure I did,” he says, nearly cutting you off.

You sigh, returning the box to him as you weave through to the mantle, where your gift for him sits. You hand Coriolanus the neatly tied box as you take your gift back from him. You open it to reveal a leather journal with your initial stamped in the middle, with quills and an inkwell in a smaller container along with it. You gasp at the color of the leather and how it feels under your touch.

“I can’t accept this-” you say, shaking your head as you look up at Coriolanus in shock.

Before you can carry on with your protest, you notice him holding the golden rose brooch in his hand as if it’d shatter if he dropped it. Coriolanus has an unreadable expression on his face as his eyes take in the simplicity of the accessory.

“It’s not much, but I thought of you when I saw it.”

“Thank you,” he says lowly, standing closer to you, “It’s just like the one my mother had.”

A solemn smile settles upon your features at his comment, and you reach out a gentle hand to place on his bicep, “The journal is beautiful, Coryo. Thank you. I’ll write in it properly.”

To that, Coriolanus laughs softly. Jack and Jackie approach you both with gifts from them and the family soon after. You all exchange gifts and soon begin cleaning up, preparing for the day of activity. Family photos had to be done, and dinner had to be prepped. More family is to come in, and so a nanny is brought in for the kids. You and the other women could handle only so much; plus, the New Year’s gathering would also be happening around the corner. Not to mention, you still have so much work to do before returning to D.C. in the New Year- your dissertation still needed to be worked on endlessly, and a presidential campaign had to be run quickly. Coriolanus had to return to D.C. for a few days to organize his campaign before returning to The Compound. You already know the next few days will be dull, but you were fine before Coriolanus was here, and you’ll be fine when he’s gone.

Watching him leave made you feel melancholic. In just a few days, you’ve grown close. You aren’t sure how you’ll acclimate the nanny when she arrives without the help of Coriolanus. But you’re sure you’ll manage. The rest of the day is spent attempting to start one of Jack’s other books. Your mind keeps wandering to what Coriolanus could be up to. When you’ve grown tired of writing notes for Why England Slept, you decide to review Coriolanus’ campaign ideas. While he has some really viable points, you still add some of your thoughts and plans. Coriolanus mentions he is unsure of where to start campaigning and talking to people. So, you make a note to go to places where the working class resides. Places most campaigners wouldn’t think of visiting- like rural Pennsylvania and coal mining areas in West Virginia. The corn farms of Ohio, the orchards of Florida, or the backwoods of Georgia. The votes of the majority of the United States are where the wins will come in. But before any of that comes the Iowa Caucus and the New Hampshire Primary. So you begin to pen your ideas for that.

Before you know it, it’s dinner time. And after that, bedtime. And the days begin to drag along gradually. On the 30th, Jackie and Ethel decide to go out for lunch in Boston and make a day of it. They invite you to come along, and you don’t hesitate to say yes, especially since you’ve been cooped up for a while. Jackie suggests you buy a dress for the New Year’s Eve party. You decide to get something classy yet attention-grabbing, especially since that night will be the first time in a few days you’ve seen Coriolanus. And boy, have the last few days without him made you grow frustrated in numerous ways. Every time you go to read, you grow distracted with thoughts of him. And every time you go to write for the campaign, you think of Coriolanus and how life would be like if he became president. You also wonder how your friendship will grow and if it’ll go any further. You try to push away these thoughts while you’re out with Jackie and Ethel.

“So,” Ethel drawls from beside Jackie as the three of you stroll down the sidewalk, “What’s with you and Coriolanus?”

You must compose yourself briefly before answering, “I’m unsure of what you mean?”

Ethel and Jackie chuckle, “Oh, don’t be daft,” Jackie jokes, “We see how you are with each other. Everyone does.”

You gulp nervously at the revelation, hoping you hadn’t made a fool of yourself, “It doesn’t necessarily mean anything, ladies.”

“We know young love when we see it, dear,” Jackie says, placing a hand on your bicep briefly, “But you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wish to.”

On your walk, you eventually find a dress shop and begin looking around there, searching for something golden and shimmery yet simple. You spot a dress that’s exactly what you’re looking for and go to try it on. It fits perfectly, so you buy it and some heels to match. Patiently, you wait until Ethel and Jackie have finished shopping. You all decide it’s best to go home and get ready for tomorrow, as it will be a hectic day. And it is busy from the second you wake up. John Jr. and Caroline wake you early to go play in the freshly fallen snow. After that, soup and a sandwich are served for lunch, and then you spend the day reading and writing. The party is growing nearer, so you decide to shower and get dressed. You wear a deep shade of red lipstick, one similar to blood, with your gold eyeshadow and light blush. Your hair falls loosely around your face as you study yourself in the mirror. Hopefully, you’ll catch Coriolanus’ attention with your looks tonight.

You hang around Kathleen and some of the other Kennedy ladies as hors d'oeuvres are set out and drinks are served. You don’t hesitate to have a glass or two of vodka crans with small amounts of food to sample. Everyone is loosening up as more people begin to show. A large turntable has been turned on with some Frank Sinatra playing throughout the house, and Bobby finds you to dance after having his turn with Ethel.

“Care to dance?” he asks with his charming Kennedy smile.

“Of course, I don’t mind, Bobby,” you smile back, accepting his outstretched hand.

The current Sinatra song is quick-paced, so Bobby tests your swing dance skills. The vodkas are doing their thing, and you’re trying your best not to giggle too much at Bobby and his antics. The song ends, and you allow Jackie to have her dance with the younger Kennedy. Taking a moment to step outside as it’s nearing midnight, you realize you’ve yet to see Coriolanus. Maybe he hasn’t gotten here yet, or he’s sneaking around as usual, not saying anything as he observes. Some other folks are outside smoking, wrapped in shawls or peacoats and discussing random things. You join in the conversation until everyone eventually dwindles away. You find a spot by the balcony, staring out at the moonlit ocean as the sound of icy waves crashes onto the beach. A waiter offers you a glass of champagne as it’s almost time to ring in the New Year. You take it despite being heavy with sadness. You had hoped you wouldn’t spend another New Year’s Eve alone, yet here you are. You swirl the champagne around the glass, hoping Jackie or the other ladies won’t find you out here and ask a million questions. When it’s finally ten minutes until midnight, you’re readying yourself to head back inside when a soft hand places itself on your waist. You turn quickly to see Coriolanus Snow behind you, clad in a pressed and prim suit, the golden rose brooch upon his lapel.

“Good evening,” Coriolanus smiles subtly, a glass of champagne in his hand as well.

“Good evening,” you say back, letting your eyes settle on his, “In pretty late?”

“I got here a few hours ago; I just haven’t been able to get away from talking to everyone here before finally getting to you,” Coriolanus sighs.

“Saved the best for last?” you joke, hoping you’re hiding your nerves well enough as he steps forward to you until he can no longer be any closer.

“Of course I did,” Coriolanus deadpans, reaching a hesitant hand up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I like your brooch, by the way,” you say, eyes darting to the shiny accessory.

“An absolute dear gifted it to me,” Coriolanus says, “I like the color of your lipstick,” he runs his thumb over your bottom with the hand he had to your face moments before.

Thankfully, the lipstick was matte drying, so it doesn’t come off when Coriolanus touches your lips. You try your best not to physically shudder as he doesn’t let his hand fall to his side but rather cups your cheek with it. Coriolanus pulls out his timepiece to check the time, and it’s a minute until twelve. The crowd inside begins counting down as you and the tall blonde before you hold eye contact without exchanging words. And as the clock strikes and the people inside the house cheer, the two of you neglect your champagne and connect lips. Coriolanus pulls you to him roughly by his hand on your jaw, his fingers sprawled on your ear, in your hair, and on your face. Your back is pressed to the balcony railing as your free hand glides through Coriolanus’ straightened and slicked-back blonde hair, pulling him closer to you. His tall figure looms over you despite the heels. Coriolanus moves his lips to your jaw and ear, leaving a trail of kisses along there. He unknowingly nips at a sensitive spot of yours, causing your breath to hitch. Coriolanus chuckles into your skin as he does it again on purpose, relishing in the sound you make.

“Meet me upstairs, second door on the right next to Jack’s office. I’ll be there in a little while- can’t be too obvious,” Coriolanus pulls away from you, his knuckle tracing along your jaw.

You look him in the eye, “Your room?”

Coriolanus stares at you wordlessly, his intense stare confirming that, yes, he wants you to meet him in his bedroom. You down the glass of champagne and put on your dazzling smile for everyone who bids you a Happy 1964 as you try your best to go upstairs unscathed. You finally do, and you close the door with a sigh as you brace yourself against the wood. What are you about to get yourself into? You aren’t sure, but nothing about this past year has been expected or sane in any way, so why not?

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Demolition Lovers - Ⅰ you touch me once again and somehow it stings cause i know it is the end

DISCLAIMER: This fic is a long slowburn with multiple chapters, still being updated. also on AO3 my masterlist (all the chapters are linked there) PAIRING: young!Carol Denning/fem!reader OVERALL SUMMARY: An exploration of your and Carol's relationship through the years. CHAPTER SUMMARY: You and Carol reunite after a long time apart. CHAPTER TAGS: angst, fluff, friendship, complicated feelings, reader plays soccer, high school, developing relationship A/N: no clue how to add footnotes on tumblr but Engie is a Nickname for Engine Room, which central midfielders are often described as. also english isn't my native language so mb for any mistakes. im just a desperate lesbian in a world with not enough carol x reader insert fanfiction

“Carol! Carol, slow down!” You panted, quickly trying to sneak in shallow breaths in between your pleadings.

“I told you already, we don’t have much time!” She spoke up ominously, not even turning her head around to look at you, just focusing on running straight ahead with slight twists and turns here and there, still holding your sweaty hand tightly. She guided the both of you through the humid, pine scented, and slightly foggy forest of a small, West Virginia mill town where somewhere, underneath all the trees’ crowns, your hiding spot was.

“I see it!” Carol exclaimed, using her lungs' full potential. She briefly turned her head to take a short glimpse at your breathless and distraught self, your only reply was a slight smile of relief.

The two of you finally reached your destination. You immediately slid down the huge pine tree with your and Carol’s initials, a bunch of silly stick men and other drawings messily carved into the trunk, finally able to take a proper, deep breath.

Carol was still pacing around, hands fidgeting, occasionally tapping her foot like she was in distress, or anticipating something bad — those weren’t the signs that particularly worried your 8-year-old self, though. Upon further reflection, you recognized the pacing around as something to be concerned about, because your older sister would do the same thing whenever something unpleasant happened. What was most noticeable was her sudden change in mood, from running maniacally, smiling, to shutting down. Maybe it could’ve been from exhaustion? Why didn’t she just sit down then? You pondered.

You looked up at her, at the same time as she was looking down and when your eyes met, you were sure that something was indeed wrong. The look Carol gave you was dull, like she was trying to detach herself from whatever was happening. As your eyes locked, Denning’s began glistening, and she was clearly trying to hold back weeping by plastering a fake grin, with no success. She pulled up her glasses to wipe the tears away with the sleeve of her sweater.

“Care, what’s wrong?” You stood up, not even brushing the dirt off of your corduroy overalls, then taking Carol’s hands in yours. There was no way you could stop her crying now, and some teardrops fell on the back of your palms.

“You can tell me.” You added softly, furrowing your brows in a confused, yet clearly worried manner. You spoke with the intent of reassuring Carol that in this exact moment, the both of you were safe and sound in each other's presence and no one would be able to hurt you.

You weren’t breaking eye contact for even a second.

“Mom… Well….” At this point, Carol’s tears transformed into a full on stream, her vision turning blurry. “Not mom… I mean probably but…” Carol stuttered. She attempted to collect herself before continuing, sniffling.

“Barb… she told me that we are going to Illinois…” She tightened her grip, almost digging her nails into your hands, fully breaking down.

She was being serious about this.

Carol couldn’t hide it anymore, and even if she tried you could see everything written all over her puffy, red face. You were startled, almost frozen in place, the only sensation you felt being the occasional gust of wind and Carol squeezing your palms more and more with every second that passed by. You weren’t sure why, but it was somehow pleasant, reminding you that both of you are still alive and breathing. In this moment of silence, only broken by you sniffling and Carol gasping for air, everything hit you all at once.

The Denning's were moving out. Carol was moving out. Your best friend was moving out.

You tried to keep your cool as best as you could, so as to not upset her even more — you knew she didn’t like pity. Your attempt was unsuccessful, and you could feel your lips quivering.

Care threw herself into your arms and hugged you so tightly like she never did before, laying her head down on your shoulder. You took this as a chance to bawl your eyes out, hugging her back.

“You’re my best friend… And this may be the last time I'm going to see you.” She stuttered through the tears. After a moment of silence, you slowly let go of Carol, the both of you looking like a mess. Her hair was stuck to her sweaty, wet face, eyes puffy as if she had an allergic reaction, meanwhile your runny nose and bloodshot eyes made you look like you were ill, and you certainly felt like it.

“I’ll wait for you.” Your voice cracked, and you were frantically digging through the pockets of your jacket, eventually pulling out a jawbreaker candy and handing it to Carol.

Both of you smiled through the tears as she took the candy and hugged you for the last time in years.

The gym, covered with school representative dark blue and yellow banners, or posters with cheesy motivational quotes plastered on the beige walls, echoed with the principal asking something along the lines of “Is everyone excited!?”. Shockingly, a few people actually were, and rather loudly too.

He went on to boast about the many achievements of the school, about how great we all are, almost starting an inspirational speech. Before he could go on further, the more empathetic vice principal cut him off. “Let’s welcome MHS Band!”

“God damn, why does this shit always take ages?” The defender complained, slamming her locker over the sound of trumpets and drums in the distance. Someone from the team chuckled at the question. Other girls were spraying their hair, fixing their makeup, changing into uniform and whatnot.

“It always takes this long. You oughta get used to it.” Veronica walked up to Jennifer, who was painting little scorpions on the team members’ cheeks, to get hers done.

Tonya narrowed her eyes. “Well, yeah, but it doesn’t make it less annoying.”

The band went quiet, and the cheerleaders took over to the sound of Voulez-Vous by ABBA. “I can’t believe people actually listen to this European disco shit.” Rachel scoffed, and Veronica started singing it off-key incoherently just to piss her off, dancing with her hands, swaying to the rhythm of the bass boosted by the schools’ speaker's song.

She forgot she was getting her face painted and swung her head around to elevate her performance, which caused Jennifer to slip her hand and draw a straight line across her face.

“Ronica! Take a chill pill!” The attacking-midfielder rolled her eyes and let Jennifer clean up the mess, sneaking in a quiet “Sorry.” The team captain reflected, “Also, it’s not that bad. At least they used a song that’s not, like, 50 years old.” The goalkeeper raised an eyebrow in approval after giving it some thought.

“Ronica’s singing is, though.” You cut in and the teammates that could hear you over the loud music laughed.

“You wouldn’t know good singing if it hit you in the face!” Your friend defended herself, continuing the back and forth teasing for a while.

The team's striker finished painting the midfielder’s face and peeked out of the locker room to see what was going on in the gym. The cheerleaders were packing up their routine with a round of applause, and the scorpion school mascot ran out of the boys’ locker room.

You and Rachel were on your way to the mirrors, as you passed by you had a look at the slightly dirty, grody, blue, fluffy mascot and a chill went down your spine.

“Fucking hell man, that thing gives me the creeps.” You turned your attention to Jennifer and the goalkeeper, the latter tilting her head to get a better look. “Yeah… yeah, I see where you’re coming from.” She raised her upper lip and wrinkled her nose.

As the three of you were staring at what was going down at the pep rally, the principal spoke up again.

“And now… For the team that needs no introduction…” The whole group had gathered now. “…Let’s make some noise for the Regionals Girls’ Soccer Team Champions, go Scorpions!” He stretched out the “go” until the A/V kid put on Call Me by Blondie.

Students were crammed into the wooden bleachers, showing all the varieties of enthusiasm you'd expect from a required school event. The other jocks' encouraging yells, the burnouts' eye rolls, and everything in between.

The first moments were always awkward, since, well, not many people were that excited about a girls’ soccer team. The girls’ boyfriends and friends would start chanting, pumping their fists for all they’re worth, which usually worked in hyping up the rest of the school. As the applause built up and feet rumbled against the bleachers, you all jogged onto the court, with the beat-up school mascot jumping around and high-fiving the front row.

The whole team stood in a straight line, Jennifer put on an act of excitement, smiling triumphantly and waving. You didn’t like pep rallies very much, but honestly, most of the school didn’t either. The principal began announcing a speech about your success at the Regionals, but you drowned him out with irrelevant thoughts. “At least this is better than going to Biology…”

Your eyes lingered around the gym, recalling a pep talk from your coach about how you should always hold your head up, so you don’t come off as uninterested or ignorant.

You turned your attention from the banners to the bleachers, looking out for some interesting action. Maybe a kid kicking someone in the back and then pretending that it wasn’t them, a couple making out, just anything to make time pass faster.

As your eyes wandered, you noticed a new face in the midst of the crowd, squinting to get a better look. She looked familiar, but you couldn’t exactly make out her features since she was focused on rummaging through her bag.

You looked away for a moment, continuing the search.

Who knows, possibly it was just your mind playing tricks on you, and it wasn’t anyone new but a classmate who just got a new haircut.

Something felt off, though. You felt a weird sensation, like someone was directly staring at you — normally, you would've just brushed it off, but this was prolonged staring, the kind that made you uncomfortable.

You searched for the culprit amongst the crowd, and you immediately locked eyes when you found her. You were right; there was a new addition to your high school, and you knew why she looked familiar. You’d recognize that gaze anywhere.

Your face went pale, eyes widened, and your whole body stiffened, unable to form a single thought. Everything went silent, and your ears were ringing. From what you could see, Carol was just as shocked, only moving her hand ever so slightly to pull up her glasses.

You could make out clapping in the background, muted by your shock, and out of the corner of your eye see teammates acting all buddy-buddy, like all of you would always do at the end of every pep rally to raise “team spirit”.

It didn’t register that it was time to pack up until Gina nudged you, and you snapped back to reality.

“Yo, it’s time to go L/N.” She reminded you, immediately running to catch up to the other girls, while you just stood there for one more second before also sprinting to the locker room.

You stormed in, squeezing through the crowd to get to the bathroom, and you slammed the cabin door. You sat down on the closed toilet lid and grabbed the roots of your hair in distress, glancing at your feet.

You were confused as to what you were feeling; you were happy because your childhood best friend is back, but also shocked and nervous because, what if Carol isn’t the same person anymore? It makes sense; it’s been, what, 7 years since you last saw each other? It’s only reasonable that she changed, but you were afraid of the possibility of Carol and you not getting along anymore. Fuck.

You missed her greatly. You used to call each other, but only for the first few years after she moved out, when you were still kids. You recalled that one time, on a random evening after not hearing from Carol after a while, you rang the phone, but no one answered. Then, you called again. Almost every day for a month, until a high-pitched, squeaky female voice answered one day to tell you that the previous tenants had moved out.

Back then, it hurt. It hurt a lot, but you got over it with time. Still, the thought of carving “Y/N and Carol BFFS 4 EVER” into a tree with a pocket knife that Denning snatched from her dad, just one last time, lingered around.

You were torn apart; should you come up to her in hopes of becoming close again, and risk the pain of losing her again, or just pretend she doesn’t exist? After giving it more thought, it would be impossible to avoid her without it being awkward after the staring contest that just happened. “Fuck this.” You gave up, and opened the cabin door, just to be greeted by Veronica with her arms crossed.

“So, what’s eating you, Engie? 1” You jumped, and your heart sped up for a second.

“Fuck off! You made me spazz out!” Your brows furrowed, and you let out an exasperated sigh, walking away without an answer to change out of your uniform.

‘Ronica just threw her hands up in the air in annoyance, “That’s what I get for trying to be a supportive friend.” she mumbled. In some moments, the girls’ locker room wasn’t the most pleasant environment to be in.

You didn’t mean to blow up at Veronica like that, thinking about it, you probably could've used a piece of advice, a shoulder to lean on.

You packed up your bag, shut your locker and went to the mirrors to wash off the little scorpion on your cheek.

The attacking midfielder was leaning on the sink, listening to Rachel, Jennifer, and Nicole talking about a get-together to celebrate your success.

“Can we be civilized now?” She turned to look at you and fixed her hair.

“Yeah, you bet…” you smiled, “… I didn’t mean to explode at you like that.”

“It’s whatever, now, onto other, more important manners.” Vee joined in on the conversation about the party, as you picked at your face. School was out for today, so you could linger around until the janitor would make you leave.

Jennifer announced the gathering before anyone could leave, so that none of you would have an excuse not to go. Most of the time, she didn't care about your team interacting, which isn’t the best trait for a captain, but you all got along rather quite well (for hormonal, teenage girls), so she didn’t really bother with it. She must’ve been really excited about going to the State Championships.

As you said your goodbye’s and were about to leave, the striker stopped you. “L/N, I very much expect to see you there, and remember, no excuses!” Jennie mimicked your coach and you both laughed.

Still, what went down earlier today wouldn’t leave your mind. Your duffle bag was hitting your hips as you passed by the front of the school. You saw Vee sitting down on the benches by herself, and decided that you do need to talk about Carol. She scooted, you took a seat, and lit up a cigarette.

You were afraid of starting the conversation, and Veronica sensed that. “So, what fucked your day up, then?”

You took a drag. “You remember how I talked about that childhood friend of mine?”

“I think so?” She gesticulated and you passed her the cigarette. “Her name starts with C, right?”

“Yeah, Carol…” You hear your friend whisper a quiet “Ohhh, yeah, yeah.”

You continued. “… She was at the pep rally today.” As Veronica was about to put the cancer stick to her lips, she dropped her jaw and raised her eyebrows. “You serious?”

“Deadly serious, fortunately or unfortunately. I’ve got no clue what to do, ‘Vee.” You bounced your leg and nibbled on the inside of your lip. “Should I come up to her or something? I can’t even ignore her after the fuckin’ staring contest we had.” Ronica, once again, handed the cigarette back to you and you took another drag.

“Well, I think only Mother Theresa could help you with that.” She tried to joke as an attempt of lighting up the mood, but only got a stern look of disapproval from you.

“Okay um, well. Maybe wait until she comes up to you…” Vee thought more about her answer. “…and then you’ll know that she also wants to talk or something, reconnect, whatever… And I guess if she doesn’t, and you still miss her, you could make the first move?” Her voice went up an octave in uncertainty.

“That’s actually some solid advice, thanks, ‘Ronica.” You smiled at her, and she threw an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into a hug. “No prob.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, only broken by chatter of other students, Vee reminding you to put out the cig, and cars speeding by. A beige, 1978 Cougar honked with your friends’ dad in the driver's seat. You said your goodbyes, and after Veronica left, you picked up your duffle bag and walked off in the direction of the school bus stop.

You closed your eyes and leaned against a tree, massaging your temples, trying to reduce the tension and stress that built up over the course of the day. You heard someone flickering a lighter, and you slowly opened your eyes in curiosity.

“Who would’ve thought you’d end up as a fuckin’ jock?” She stopped playing with the lighter, which was clearly a ploy to get your attention. “I mean, you could barely run half a mile without getting outta breath back when we were kids.” A way too familiar voice teased with a big, genuine smile.

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blackwidow-bby · 3 years

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Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

#natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #reader insert #my fic #multi character x reader #fem!reader insert

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fandomshipsandimagines · 5 years

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Fire on Fire

Wow hi guys it’s been a hot minute. I was inspired to write a songfic (my first one) based on the Sam Smith song Fire on Fire. It’s probably quite horrible and not done correctly. I’m not sure, but please don’t hate me because I have no idea what I’m doing. Also, the formatting is weird sorry. Anyways, here you go :)

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 1057

My mother said I'm too romantic

She said, "You're dancing in the movies"

I almost started to believe her

Then I saw you and I knew

I never thought I’d find anyone to love. I had these ideas of what it would be like, but I never thought I would experience it. My mother kept telling me take my head out of the clouds. I started to think that maybe she was right. I buried my hope far enough down that I wouldn’t risk getting hurt by anyone, but not far enough that it was gone forever. I grew up.

When I turned 20, I joined the Air Force. I thought I’d be safe there. Safe from heartache and pain. I could never have expected to fall in love. But, it all started when I saw her. I saw her and I knew that I’d fallen hard. She had these golden flowy locks that shined in the sunlight and these warm chocolate eyes that would crinkle when she smiled. And when she flew planes, she looked so badass.

I'd like to think it's how you lean on my shoulder

And how I see myself with you

A friendship started where one would expect to find jealousy. We helped each other succeed at work; we spent all of our time outside of work together with Maria. Carol and I became Monica’s crazy aunts. We spoiled Monica when Maria wasn’t looking, only to receive the motherly scolding when we were caught. We were one happy family.

Carol and I stood by the counter, washing and drying dishes, as we watched Maria and Monica clean up the table. Carol leaned against me, her head on my shoulder. My heartbeat started racing and I turned red. How could we just be friends? I couldn’t help but wonder if she saw us together the way I saw myself with her. She turned to put the dishes in the cupboard and I made eye contact with Monica. She winked at me and smiled her lopsided, toothless smile. It was her quiet way of saying “Hey, Aunt Y/N. I see you.” What I didn’t know was that Carol felt the same fire inside. She worried that what she’d been through in the past would ruin everything, but damn, she wanted you.

Fire on fire, we're normally killers

With this much desire, together, we're winners

They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners

You are perfection, my only direction

Every Friday, the three of us would go to the local bar for drinks after work. Only this time, it was just two of us. It only took a few shots for me to feel the burning in my stomach. But, I don’t think it was the alcohol burning. We were both drunk. She looked at me and I could see the desire in her eyes. I knew she felt the same flame. Lips crashed and fires burned. I had never felt such passion. I could feel months worth of desire in her as our fires fought for dominance. We had both won.

Keeping things a secret was difficult. We were very much in love and wanted the world to know. But, we agreed to keep as quiet as we could, not wanting to risk getting kicked out of the air force. A few people figured it out, calling us out on what they thought was a sin. But how could we be sinners when she felt like a perfect heaven?

When we fight, we fight like lions

But then we love and feel the truth

We lose our minds in a city of roses

We screamed and yelled, both of us too stubborn and prideful to back down. Tears flowed in waterfalls, and tongues dripped with venom. It was as though the roar of lions was piercing through the quiet desert night. Carol was adamant about doing a test flight; I didn’t want her to. I said it wasn’t safe; she said everything would be fine. She ran out of the lion’s den and spent the night at Maria’s. I cried all night.

She left early in the morning for the test flight. I had just shown up at the base when it happened. The crash. Her light had burned out, and the last thing she’d remembered of me was the fight we had. The fire inside me now burned me from the inside out. I couldn’t extinguish it. Years passed and the fire inside me dwindled down to a small flame until, all at once, it went out. I never forgot Carol, but she stopped occupying my every thought. I spent most of my time with Maria and Monica. We stayed a small, happy family.

I was inside the house working on a mission write up when Monica’s voice ripped through the air. She called my name like her life depended on it. I ran outside in a panic, and that’s when I saw her glowing form. I stopped breathing, afraid that even my smallest breath might blow this ghost away. She stepped towards me ever so slowly, hand outstretched and waiting for me to shake it. “Hi. I’m Carol Danvers,” is what she said. I could feel the fire start again, slowly burning a hole in my soul the second she uttered those words.

“I don’t understand.”

“I believe we need to talk. It seems that we may need each other’s help.”

I told her about the crash and how I thought she’d died. I told her that we fought just before we left. Luckily, she didn’t remember the argument. She told me about the explosion that gave her powers and about the Kree. She told me that she saw my face everywhere in her dreams, and that she felt this little flame ignite inside her. She wasn’t sure what it meant. I told her about our love. She just smiled a sad smile, unsure how to believe what had happened.

And we worked together for months piecing together Carol’s memories. The love we had developed again. Never again did I think I would feel her fire on mine, but those moments gave me a new truth to believe in. Once again, we were both winners in a cruel world that wanted us to think that we weren’t.

#carol danvers #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers x reader #captain marvel #marvel #mcu

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hoekins · 6 years

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teenage dirtbag | j.b

based on this request and the song teenage dirtbag by wheatus, i hope you like it nonnie!! i’m sorry it’s kinda messy and all over the place, i still dont have much grasp of jonathan’s character but i hope this is ok

pairing: jonathan byers x fem reader

warning: hint of bullying, language

request | prompts | masterlist

2.3k words

Joining the yearbook committee was the most interesting thing Jonathan has done on his last year of high school. He wanted to end his senior year without making much of a fuss but his art teacher convinced him to join for extra credit so he pretty much just went with it. That, and the fact that people-watching has always been one of his interests.

It didn't bother him at first; after all, he's been so accustomed to being on the receiving end of nasty glares and judgmental side-eyes that he's learned to simply brush it off and move on. The one thing he worries about though is having to deal with people who go out of their way to mess with him. This is furthermore justified as just two minutes later, he was given a tip to capture more of the popular bunch because apparently, they make the entirety of the batch. It sounds absurd and stupid to Jonathan but he just goes with it like he always does even though every time he walks just an inch too close to the snarky ones, he feels like he's entering a starving lion's den at his own will just to be chewed up and spitted out. Really, his only motivation to even breathe in their direction is you.

Maybe it’s because he lacks it but he finds your confidence the most attractive. There’s just something in the way you walk and carry yourself that he finds so appealing. He admits that you are way out of his league and not only that, you’re also in the same social circle as the people who shit on him just for the heck of it. Still, Jonathan acknowledges that there exists contrast between your hard gaze of not taking shit from anyone, and your soft eyes that were almost kind. Almost.

He’s at internal conflict, really. He shouldn’t want anything to do with you just like you probably don’t want anything to do with him. Jonathan’s certain that you don’t even know his name nor do you give a damn about him which just makes him feel even more stupid for finding interest in you. He can’t help it though; it’s as if the more he tries to avoid you, the more that he gravitates towards you— like a rubber band. It’s subconscious, really, his mind goes auto-pilot every time you’re around that he almost can’t control himself. He notices that every time he develops the photos he takes, he always sees your face. Some days more than the others. He tells himself they’re for the yearbook but if he was to be completely honest, that statement would only be half true.

"Hey Y/N," Carol nudges your arm. Upon hearing your name, you take your eyes off Blake Davis who's dribbling a ball across the court. With that, Carol continues with a knowing smirk, "Byers is back at it again." Of course your friends have noticed Jonathan’s recurring presence ever since he joined the yearbook committee. They might be thick but they live for drama so their eyes are sharper on things like these. You were made aware of this situation a handful of times before but you never really paid any attention to it to avoid feeding their appetite for unnecessary drama.

Jonathan bites the inside of his lip upon hearing his last name. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that they're going at him again. His index finger runs through the button on his camera as his eyes steal a quick glance your way but soon fluttering close like a flower in reverse bloom. It’s true that almost everyone intimidates him but no one does better on the job than you. You’d blink his way and the boy would melt like popsicles in the height of summer.

You give Carol a confused look, "What?" Jonathan sees you shake your head in his peripheral vision before you return your attention to someone in the court.

Blake Davis. You're looking at Blake Davis— your boyfriend. Everyone swore Blake never dates until one morning he pranced through the hallways with you, of all people, in tow. It didn't really confuse them since you were in Blake Davis' league except for the fact that you're not half as much of a devil incarnate as him. The boy brought a handgun once to school and even had the audacity to brag about it during lunch. When all of that went down, Jonathan watched you slap Blake‘s arm to stop him, and Jonathan wondered even more why the hell you put up with the boy in the first place. He may not be the best in math but he‘s certain that you picking the biggest asshole in school does not add up at all because you are cool and popular like Blake but that’s about everything you have in common with him.

"Hey, Byers!" Someone is quick to take Jonathan out of his head. He looks up, seeing Blake staring at him with both hands curled into fists at his hips. "You done ogling my girl?"

Jonathan gets the urge to slap the smirk off Blake's face but it's not like he'd actually do it. So instead, he does what he usually does and simply ignores the remark and the entertained chuckles from some people listening in on the scene.

"Hey, listen here, punk," Jonathan’s seeming indifference only riles the boy up until all of a sudden, Blake is in front of Jonathan with one fist wrapped around the collar of his shirt. "I let you feed your desires by taking pictures of my girl all the damn time— you think we don't notice? God, you really are pathetic—"

"Blake, what the hell are you doing?" You're quick on your feet, tugging at your boyfriend's arm to keep him as far from Jonathan as possible. "He's part of the yearbook committee, leave him alone." You catch Jonathan's eyes as you say this, tugging furthermore at your boyfriend who only tightens his hold on Jonathan's shirt.

As if you're not even there, Blake practically shoves his face right in front of Jonathan in a threatening manner, "I'm warning you last time, Byers—"

"Blake, stop! Stop it!" You finally get your boyfriend's hands off Jonathan, "This is ridiculous! You're acting like a child! They're just pictures!" You yell at this point, enough to catch the attention of everyone in the gym, even those in the basketball team who were warming up for a game.

"He's being fucking creepy!" With that, Blake turns to Jonathan and brings his fist up against his jaw. The quick turn of events elicits gasps from certain people, but you weren't shocked at all; you were seething red with anger. If you were in an animated show, steam would certainly be escaping your ears at this point.

Before you know it, your hands are back on Blake, only this time you push him so hard, he fell on his ass on the gym floor. He skids a few inches from where he took the hit, obviously taken aback from the aggression you're showing for the first time. "You're being a fucking dick, Blake! Get your shit together!" You shake your head in frustration as you turn towards Jonathan who's already making his way out of the gym.

"What?” Blake scoffs, “You're really protecting that dirtbag? He's not fucking worth it—"

"You know what's not fucking worth it? You! You're so fucking mad at the world that you think just because you feel like shit that everyone else should feel like shit too!" You yell back at him, equally as loud and bold. "I thought you could change but really you're a hopeless charity case, Blake. No one can help you but yourself yet not even you are willing to put up with you."

You turn around, jogging out of the gym in hopes of finding Jonathan. Contrary to what Jonathan thought, you actually know his first name but only because your friends never stopped talking shit about him. You have no idea what to tell Jonathan but you definitely want to apologize for what your friends have put him through thus far. You initially thought that if you don't pay attention to them pissing on him on a regular basis, they would stop and lose interest but they never did.

It doesn't take long before you find Jonathan crouching at the parking lot. You carefully walk closer to the bench where he sits slouched, shirt wrinkled and hair disheveled.

"Hey," you say softly, standing next to him, not really wanting to sit and invade his space more than your friends already have.

His eyes peer up without moving his head, wondering why you’re wasting energy on him. It’s the first time he’s ever had your full attention and it’s so overwhelming that he’s not able to meet your eyes.

"I'm sorry," you sigh, looking down at your feet. The two words taste foreign on your tongue. You don’t say it often mostly because you aren’t sorry all that much but right now, looking at the swelling skin on Jonathan’s jaw that you feel is partly your fault, you feel the most apologetic you have lately.

"Why do you put up with them?" Jonathan asks in barely a whisper.

His question takes you by surprise, silencing you for a moment, but it also makes you think. See, it implies that you don’t belong with them, that maybe you’re not like them— something you haven’t even thought about yourself. Sure, you never supported your friends when they do shit like target other students but you’ve always thought people’s perception of you aren’t as far from how they perceive your friends. You've been so apathetic to how your friends have been acting towards people like Jonathan that you didn't realize it makes you one of them too, that you’re somehow an accomplice in the crime. That you’re only as good as your friends— or as bad, really.

You shake your head, "It took me a long time to realize that I really shouldn't."

Jonathan chuckles, "Someone had to be punched for you to realize that."

You can't help but smile at this as you motion towards the bench, silently asking if you could sit next to him. He nods and moves slightly to the side to allow you more space. A chill makes its way up his spine as his heightened senses alert him of the skin on your arm brushing against his, and the side of your knee pressing next to his. His nerves urge him to move away but he doesn't.

In the silence, you ask, "Do you listen to Iron Maiden?" He doesn't seem like he does, but you ask anyway. "I got two tickets to Iron Maiden next week. I was supposed to go with Blake but I don't even want to breathe next to him." You laugh at the absurdity of it all. You can't believe you even thought for a moment in your life that you could love someone like Blake.

Jonathan doesn't listen to Iron Maiden, it's just not his type of music. He can't even name one song at that moment, but it's like he’s lost control of his head as it nods your way.

Jonathan revels at the glimmering smile on your lips, "Cool stuff. You're coming with me then." You don't even give him a chance to say anything as you stare at him for a second before standing up and leaving his head in a pile of mush. He can only compare the experience to a rollercoaster despite the fact that he was sitting on a still, flat surface the entire time.

He loses touch of his own thoughts, sitting on the school's parking lot alone until his mom's car halts in front of him. He steps in, sitting next to his brother who already notices something different with the way he's acting.

"What's got you all smiley?" Will nudges his older brother, a watchful gaze on his eyes.

Joyce looks at Jonathan through the rearview mirror, "We saw you talking to a girl so I drove two circles to give you two some time. Who's the pretty lady?" She asks with a lighthearted, comforting smile.

Jonathan whips his head up bashfully, his hair bouncing in the process, "Mom!" He reacts, looking back at his brother who's teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at him. "She's no one." He lies through his teeth. Between him and Y/N, he's the no one.

"Doesn't look like it," Will teases further, biting off a wide grin from appearing on his soft features. He can't even remember the last time Jonathan looked at a girl (or a boy for that matter) other than their mom let alone talk to them so privately.

"She just asked me to see some band next week. 'S no big deal." Jonathan huffs, looking down at his hands. "If anything, she did it out of pity."

Joyce's eyebrows are quick to furrow in worry. Luckily for her, Will is quick to try and lift his brother's spirits. "Yeah? Well, she doesn't know what she's missing."

#i contemplated posting this for some time hmm #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things request #jonathan byers #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers x reader #song request #teenage dirtbag

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twenty-thirty-two · 2 years

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Denning

Under the Moonlight- After finding out your boyfriend is cheating on you, you find solace in Carol during a storm

#carol denning #carol denning x reader #carol denning x fem!reader #orange is the new black #oitnb carol #netflix oitnb

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simpingforthemm · 9 months

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thunderstorm / carmen "ouija" aziza x fem reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: possessiveness, threats, mentions of violence, kissing (making out), mentions of homophobia, cursing, short mention of racism, probably ouija being overly jealous/ unnecessarily jealous

summary: a thunderstorm is announced to happen at litchfield and everyone was talking about it. with your mind on ouija, you just couldn't be bothered to care, dismissing everything around you as secondary, not noticing how you had been accidentally making her jealous by having nicky be a little too friendly for her taste. ouija being jealous and pissed off, you have to find a way to explain the misunderstanding and realize, she's a lot more possessive than you thought she was.

a/n: hii i had so much fun writing this, i really love ouija so much! this is my first time writing for her so please forgive me if she's a bit out of character and pls be nice, i showed a bit more of her serious side in this one shot but i'm planning on writing more stuff where she's a bit more playful and cracks a lot more jokes <3. this one shot takes place in season 4 and is inspired by the storm in season 2 episode 12.

have fun and tell me what you think!

„Good morning, meterologist Ava Chen here from Litchfield news with the latest on Storm Theodora. As it continues to move closer to the city’s center, it will reach it’s peak intensity over night and lay off in the morning. Furthermore, the storm will be likely to cause severe damage to houses and especially the woods near the local prison.“

The tv room was filled to the brim, everyone suddenly interested in the news. They were all desperate for some excitement in their dull lifes and a new hot topic to talk about, so even a little storm could make the women’s prison roar with excitement.

Except for you. Maybe you were just too arrogant to care or maybe it was the other things that weighed heavily on your mind. Things that consumed you so much that there just wasn’t any space left in your mind for anything else. One of those things was the brown haired latina with the three teardrops tattoed right next to her eye that now walked in, followed by her friends.

The way she walked, she simply exuded confidence. Confident that she could take you down, break all of your fingers, extend your sentence and look hot while doing it.

She caught your eye as they took a seat two tables away from you. She smirked at you, which was her way of greeting you. You smiled back at her, a tingly feeling in your stomach.

Her eyes slowly traveled down your body, taking you in.

Her face softened a little, the smirk turning into a smile. She bit her lip and you felt yourself blush.

You were both snapped back into reality when Pidge, one of her friends that she knew from being in Maria’s posse, tapped her on the shoulder.

„Yo, Ouija…“, she whispered, pointing something out to her and the woman turned her head, directing her attention away from you and to the tv.

You turned back to your friends as well who were discussing the storm. Of course they were. Piper was talking about how she and Larry experienced a Hurricane on their honeymoon, when they were still together of course, which you rolled your eyes at. Alex was actually like right there. Nicky, who was sitting next to you, noticed and laughed at your reaction, nudging you with her shoulder.

„I don’t know why everyone is making such a big deal out of this storm, it’s probably just gonna be a little wind and rain“, you told her, still pretty unimpressed.

„Well, my friend, I can tell you that much, it gets pretty dull in here to say the least so it doesn’t take a lot to get us Litchfield folks hyped“, Nicky said in her raspy voice, putting her arm around your shoulder in a friendly manner. You smiled back at your friend but couldn’t help yourself glancing over to your favorite woman again.

When you turned your head, you were shocked to see that Ouija was already staring at you or more like staring at you and Nicky. Here brows were furrowed, her arms were crossed in front of her chest and she was looking at you with fury in her eyes. She looked at Nicky’s arm disgustedly and shook her head while laughing bitterly. Your eyes widened. God, she had a totally wrong impression. As flirty as Nicky might be with you and with her other friends sometimes, you never had any romantic feelings for her at all. You panicked and shook your head at Ouija, but she was already out the door and leaving. Shit, shit, shit. You sighed and buried your face in your hands. You contemplated running after her but you knew it was never good to bother someone while they were still angry, you got that much experience from your parents. You were just going to let her cool off and then explain later.

It would all be fine.

Right?

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The prison was leaking. The prison was fucking leaking and the electricity had gone out. Apparently there was a whole ass puddle in Spanish Harlem. Or so you heard.

You didn’t think the storm was gonna be so intense. At least not so intense that you had to bunk in the tv room and cafeteria for the night. Lucky for you, yours and Ouija’s dorm had both been assigned to the tv room, so maybe you would have time to speak to her later. Honestly, it all just felt like a big sleepover, prison edition. You and your friends had already layed out your mattresses and pillows and some of them were chatting away with each other. It had a cozy feeling, even though it was prison, a place that usually did not hold much comfort. Except when you were with Ouija. She was always able to make you laugh. The both of you arrived at Litchfield at a similar time so before you were assigned your dorms, you were in the same room with a bunch of other newcomers.

You immediately made friends with each other because you just got along so well, it was like when the both of you were around each other you could just be yourselves, not Y/N who used illegal drugs and not Ouija who committed murder and WIC fraud. With each other, you were just people. And then there was the chemistry of course and how attracted you were to Ouija…

You hung around each other until you got assigned your dorms. Ouija then met Maria and her girls, you became a part of Red’s family and it all fell into place, not quite how it was supposed to fall into place but nearly. At that time, you had missed Ouija very badly and all you wanted was to be near her again and joke around, just click with each other like you had back then. But that took a little while. It was only when everyone discovered you were a lesbian, no, not a „gay for the stay“ lesbian but really an actual lesbian who had had one or two relationships with women in the past. Some of the other inmates gave you shit for it but mostly, the other lesbians started paying more attention to you, trying to hook up with you. Especially Big Boo. Ouija watched this and she certainly did not enjoy having various women touch you in various places of your body, places she wanted to touch, hands she wanted to hold, thighs she wanted to touch. While it took her time to realize her feelings, she quickly knew she had to make you hers, that there was no point in denying that you were her woman and that she would burn the world into a million pieces just for you. Because she was head over heels in love with you.

It was after movie night, after you had had to swap away a million hands on your thighs, decline a million offers to sit on someone’s lap and say no to a million ideas to sneak out of the movie and do the deed that you walked out of the tv room, exhausted. Everyone had already gone and only Ouija was standing there. You practically fell into her arms and the only thing Ouija had to do was catch you. Catch you and pin you against the nearest wall and whisper: „They don’t want you as much as I do, mami“. She had grabbed your waist and kissed you, for the first time ever.

The second kiss followed shortly after, in the library, after you had stood up for her in front of the Meth Heads. They had called her a „dirt taco“ and you had gone absolutely feral on Sankey, sending you to seg and the blonde woman to medical. After you came back, Ouija dragged you to the library, kissing you passionately and whispering:

„I can’t believe you stood up for me like that, baby. Yo, that deserve a reward, don’t you think?“

And now you were here.

Speaking of the devil, you saw your crush walk in. Maybe kind of a childish definition of what you felt for her but you thought it was pretty accurate. She was laughing at something Zirconia was saying and even though things got complicated and she now thought you were into Nichols, you felt yourself smile. She was so cute when she laughed.

The both of them were walking past you and you and Carmen made eye contact. She made you nervous as fuck but you knew you had to say something otherwise the thing you had wouldn’t go any further than the two kisses you had shared with each other. She would probably end it because she had interpreted Nicky’s arm around your shoulder as something more than friendly and you couldn’t let that happen.

The mix of anger and disappointment evident in her eyes hurt you and it was even more painful to know you were the one who caused it.

„Hey Ouija“, you greeted her, your voice sounding desperate as fuck but you couldn’t help it. You were always going to be desperate for her.

She rolled her eyes at you.

„Man, just leave me the fuck alone, okay?!“

You were taken aback by how she talked to you. Normally, if you weren’t so head over heels for her, you would defend yourself, of course, but normally she didn’t talk to you like this as well so she must be really mad.

You let her and Zirconia walk away to the corner where their other friends sat.

The night progressed and the thunderstorm had gotten louder and louder. None of y’all could sleep, not that you actually tried to. It was much more fun staying up, chatting and sharing stories. Alex was telling a really interesting one about the time when she was selling drugs and about the different kinds of clients she had, but you just couldn’t pay attention. You couldn’t stop looking over at Ouija who was sitting on her mattress, staring at the ceiling. She was alone, her friends were a few mattresses away from her, busy with their own conversation.

And that was when you decided you had to stop being a pussy and just walk over there.

„Hey, where you going, Y/N?“, Nicky asked, confused.

„I’ll be right back, don’t worry.“

You swallowed hard when you passed Maria and her girls. They were already eyeing you up suspiciously but you didn’t know whether they were aware of you and Ouija, but it was already strange enough for an outsider to walk into Spanish Harlem territory. Fuck it.

You arrived at her mattress and knelt down next to her. Her gaze shifted to you and her expression immediately hardened. She sat up and you braced yourself for whatever was about to happen, taking a deep breath in.

„Ouija, can we please talk? I swear earlier was a misunderstanding, I don’t -“

„Fine“, she cut you off. „But let’s go somewhere more private, okay?“

You nodded and extended your hand to help her up. She looked at you cautiously before taking it and standing up. Trusting someone in prison took a while. You had to be careful about who you surrounded yourself with and you had to be especially careful with who you were romantically involved with.

When you showed your vulnerable side to someone in prison, you were an easy target. When you were vulnerable, you were weak. And god knows, nobody wanted to be perceived as weak, especially not in here and especially not Ouija.

You felt yourself blush once again when Ouija didn’t let go of your hand when she stood up, but kept holding it while she started leading you out of the room. When you passed Nicky, your friend shot you a confused look, calling out your name. Ouija’s grip around your hand tightened and she glared at the other woman.

„Okay okay, chill it Aziza“, Nicky laughed nervously, putting her hands up defensively.

You continued to sneak past the sleeping guard and out into the hallway.

The rain was pattering loudly against the window and Ouija kept walking until you reached the janitorial closet, which surprisingly seemed to be open all the time. She pushed you inside and entered as well, closing the door behind her.

You stared at her for a little bit. Her expression was blank but you still saw the anger boiling inside of her, her fury threatening to spill over at any moment. You didn’t know what would happen then. So you needed to explain.

„Look about earlier…“, you sighed. „It wasn’t what it looked like.“

Ouija took a step towards you, pinning you against a cabinet.

„Oh, so you’re telling me I didn’t see her with her hands all over you? Caressing you?“, she asked mockingly, tilting her head and frowning.

Now you were the angry one. Nicky was barely caressing you, the only thing she did was put her arm around you. You couldn’t believe she was exaggerating like that and pretending as if you’d ever let something like that happen.

„Oh please? Caressing me? She put her arm around my shoulder for god’s sake. Nicky’s like that with everyone and we’re just friends, I promise.“

Ouija slammed her hands down on the cabinet, right next to your head. She was seething.

„No one touches my woman, you understand? Yo, I don’t care ‚if she‘s like that with everyone’“, she said, „if she touches you one more time, I swear to god amorcita, I will rip her fingers off one. by. one.“

Your jaw dropped slightly, shocked by how far she would go.

„I mean that shit, muñeca.“ (doll)

You quickly closed your mouth, gulping.

She stared you deep in the eyes before grabbing your chin and connecting both your lips. You were completely in sync, melting into one another. Ouija bit down on your lower lip, making you gasp and taking that as an opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. Her hand wandered down your body, grabbing your waist, the other hand wrapping around your throat, stroking it with her thumb.

„You’re mine“, she whispered. „Shit, I love you amorcita.“ She let go of you, nervously running her fingers through her hair.

„I love you too. I always have.“

She smiled at you in relief, putting her hands to your sides.

„Baby, I’m sorry about the way I talked to you earlier. I didn’t mean that shit.“

„I know, I’m sorry too. I’ll tell Nicky to stay away. But she is my friend and you know people like that are rare in here.“

„I know, amorcita. Yo, I do trust you okay?“ She laughed slightly, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, hoping you would believe her.

„Okay.“

You smiled at each other, your bond growing even stronger, knowing that not even a thunderstorm could break the two of you apart.

#orange is the new black #orange is the new black x reader #carmen aziza oitnb #carmen aziza x reader #ouija x reader #oitnb ouija x reader #carmen aziza imagine #carmen ouija aziza imagine #oitnb ouija #carol denning x reader #orange is the new gay #orange is the new black imagine #lesbian #oitnb #oitnb imagine #carmen aziza x fem reader #orange is the new black x fem reader

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imonawholedifferentlevel · 1 year

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 - 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴄᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪꜱᴏɴ ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢʀᴜᴇʟɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ ʟᴜᴄᴋɪʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ʜᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ, ꜰʟᴀꜱʜʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʀɢᴜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ 🥺

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! Reader

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

I was brushing my teeth preparing for sleep, I glanced into the room and saw Carol changing her clothes. I grinned and resumed brushing. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed my mouth with water.

Once I finished, I switched off the light and headed towards the bed. I climbed in and settled under the covers. Carol joined me a few moments later.

I switched off the lamp and lay down, wrapping my arm around her waist as I cuddled her from behind. I playfully kissed her cheek, and she chuckled, pushing my face away.

I smiled and turned off the lamp, getting comfortable and quickly falling asleep. However, at around 3 am, I woke up to the sound of small sobs. I felt arms wrap around me tightly, clutching onto me.

Reacting quickly, I turned the lamp back on and saw Carol burying her head in my chest. I felt my shirt becoming damp from her tears, so I wrapped my arms around her waist and gently stroked her hair.

"What's wrong, Care?" I asked, feeling confused.

It was unusual to see her crying, as I was accustomed to her confident and strong presence. So, I was quite surprised by this display of emotion.

"Please don't leave me. Please don't go," she pleaded, holding onto me tighter.

"Hey, hey, look at me," I said, brushing her hair away from her face. I noticed her red, swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks. I wiped away her tears and gently cupped her cheek.

"Why are you crying, sweetheart?" I inquired. She sniffled and wiped her nose.

"Sorry for waking you up. I just had a nightmare," she explained.

"Do you want to tell me what it was about?" I asked. She shook her head.

"It's too embarrassing," she sniffled. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"I promise I won't make fun of you," I assured her, grabbing her hand and intertwining our fingers.

"It was about you. We had an argument, and you ended up leaving me, saying that you wished you never had me and that I deserved to die in prison," she sobbed.

I embraced her head to my chest.

"It felt so real" her sobs muffling in my blouse I pecked her temple massaging her back.

"Shh darling listen it was just a dream you know I'll never depart from you have been through enough and deserve the universe" she wipes her eyes her face softening with each tranquil word.

"Why me though you could have been with a better woman?" she asks.

"Because I adore you and only you and I'll keep adoring you until our final days" I kiss the marriage band on her finger.

"Remember when I assured you that when you got released from prison, I would place a ring on your finger and marry you I kept that assurance right?"

She nodded her head "well I promise that it's us forever" I extended my pink finger much to her amusement she hooked her pinky finger with mine smiling brightly I kissed her forehead and held her until she slowly fell asleep.

[𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟑]

I heard an urgent rap on my window, and I drew back the drapes to see Carol, but she appeared slightly frantic. I opened the window and she promptly climbed in.

"Hey Carol, what's going on- oof!" I was interrupted by her embracing me tightly.

"I did something terrible, and the authorities are going to discover it," she confessed.

My eyes widened, and I gazed down at her.

"What did you do?" I inquired, my heart rate quickening.

"I murdered Debbie," she stated. I stared at her in astonishment. I knew she disliked her, but I never imagined she would resort to killing her.

"You did what!" I exclaimed, stepping back. Carol flinched at the sudden increase in my voice.

"Why would you do that to your own kin? I know you didn't like her, but to kill her!" I yelled, fortunately, my parents were not home, or else they would likely have burst in.

"Hold on, you don't understand. I did it for us!" she pleaded, gripping my arm.

"What on earth are you talking about?" I asked.

"I did it so I wouldn't have to leave you," she said, gradually maneuvering me towards the wall.

I continued to gaze at her, but now with fear. She cupped my cheeks with her hands, our eyes locked, but I gently removed her hands from my face.

"Carol, this is wrong. You can't escape from something you've done. You have to do what's right," I reasoned. Her expression shifted from hurt to anger as she backed away from me.

"I can't do that. I'll have my entire life torn away from me!" she shouted.

"Just like you took away Debbie's life. You admitted it yourself; they are essentially searching for you. It will be worse if you continue to hide," I said, noticing tears beginning to well in her eyes.

I tried to calm her down, but she forcefully pushed me away. "It's utter nonsense. She deserved it," she sneered. "Carol!" I shouted.

"WHAT-" I interrupted her by kissing her lips gently she gradually began to calm down and I withdrew when she regained composure.

"I understand you're upset, but I would prefer you face less trouble rather than more trouble please do it for me" her shoulders started to tremble that's when I noticed she was crying she clung to my shirt tightly and I embraced her body.

"How will I know if you'll even remember me if I did comply wouldn't be surprised if you meet someone else" she sobbed I shook my head and held her face in my hands making her gaze into my eyes.

"That's not going to happen I'll wait for you as long as it takes, and I promise you the moment you get out I'll purchase you the finest engagement ring and we'll have our wedding wherever you desire go on a luxurious honeymoon and simply spend time together" she chuckled through her tears.

"I will visit you every day, write you letters, or talk on the phone with you if I can't do either I don't want you to be afraid because I'll be by your side ok please Carol" she squeezed my hand while looking down at the floor after some silence she slowly nodded her head.

"Ok I'll do it, but you promise that you'll never abandon me right?" I nodded my head.

"Of course," I replied.

She slowly retreats and walks towards the window before pausing and rushing back to me and pressing her lips onto mine for what would be the final time, I hold her in my arms our lips moving in perfect harmony.

I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks when we finally separated, I stroked her hair gazing deeply into her eyes.

"I love you Carol" she sniffled wiping her nose and wiping my tears.

"I love you too" with that she slowly releases me and climbs out the window without looking back.

|𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭|

I grinned at my spouse's slumbering silhouette, ultimately content to embrace her in my embrace after countless years of anticipation. It was all worthwhile since I could finally fulfill my commitment. Gradually, I shifted and switched off the light, ensuring that both Carol and I were at ease before drifting into slumber.

#carol denning #carol denning x reader #carol x fem oc #fluff #older carol denning #present carol denning #ashley jordyn #hennyrussell #angst

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imonawholedifferentlevel · 1 year

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𝗙𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

"𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗"

"YOU ROCK my world" I sang tapping my fingers on my steering wheel to the beat while driving to Carol's house to pick her up so we can head to work.

"You rocked my world; you know you did and everything I own I give the rarest love who'd think I'd find Someone like you to call mine" I wiped off the small imaginary sweat from my little dance workout.

"God, I love that song," I whispered as I pulled into her driveway. I glanced up at her window and noticed the curtain twitch slightly, as if someone were peering down at me. I took it as a signal that Carol was there and making her way to the door.

My signal was confirmed when Carol emerged in her work attire, her hair tied up in a high ponytail and her uniform skirt swishing with each step. I unlocked the car, allowing her to get in. She tossed her backpack into the backseat before climbing into the passenger seat and shutting the door.

"Hey," she greeted, leaning over to give me a quick kiss.

"Hey, are you ready to go?" I asked as she fastened her seatbelt.

"Yes, but it's going to be incredibly busy since the football team won again," she groaned, leaning back in her seat.

"But hey, you know what that means, right?" I teased, nudging her with my elbow.

She smirked at me, fully aware of what I was about to say.

"More money," we both chimed in simultaneously, giving each other a high five. We burst into laughter, and I started the car, pulling out of the driveway.

Carol turned on the radio and gazed ahead at the street.

"Are you alright?" I asked, noticing her silence. She shook her head.

"No, not really. It's my damn parents. They're such jerks," she said, frustration evident in her voice. I sighed and looked at her before returning my focus to the road.

"What did they do this time?" I inquired.

"I was planning to take the car so you wouldn't have to pick me up, but they let Barbie use it instead because they believe she's more responsible than me. It's ridiculous. She only uses the car to get high and engage in prostitution," she ranted, her voice growing louder with each word and her face turning red with anger.

She clenched her fists, and I knew she was on the verge of hitting something. In one swift motion, I brought the car to a halt and grabbed her fist, which was inches away from my dashboard.

"Hey, hey, calm down, alright? You don't need to put yourself through this. When it comes to transportation, I've got you covered."

I felt her slowly relax her fist, so I interlaced my fingers with hers in a firm grasp "you can depend on me fuck your family you know if you require anything that's the reason why I'm here" she took in a deep breath and nodded her head.

"You're right I'm sorry it's just they frustrate me..." I pulled her body to mine, and she rested her head on my shoulder.

I put my head on top of hers rubbing her shoulder to keep her calm.

"I know, I know it's okay just let's try and divert your attention and after work, we could go somewhere" she looked up at me in confusion.

"What did you have in mind?" I just shrugged.

"I don't know we can find out later, okay?" She nodded and leaned back in the seat.

I smiled and continued driving to work. After a couple of minutes we finally made it to Domingos. I turn off the car and we hop out, closing and locking the doors behind us. I opened the door for her, allowing her to go in first before I went after.

I went and put my stuff in my locker and tied my hair up with my hair tie that was on my wrist. I went back to the front and instantly got to work.

I wanted to get my mind off of the time cause the more I looked at it the slower it would pass by. After some time I got tired and dragged myself over to the bar already seeing Carol and Barbara standing there.

"Gosh I dislike people" I whined, placing my head in my arms trying not to go to sleep. I could hear Carol laugh and she rubbed my back a little while I was closing my eyes for a little while but that obviously didn't last because I heard a loud voice from behind us.

"Barbara! Carol! Penny! Wanna hear something funny?" I quickly picked my head up trying to act like I wasn't just trying to sleep on the counter.

"Yea sure" I said Carol and Barbara also agreed leaning in towards the girl as she told her story.

"See that guy over there?" She pointed towards a bald-headed guy with a mustache who was reading a newspaper.

"An hour ago, when this place was packed, I pass by his table he asks me can he have classifieds and I'm like, first of all, he was sitting in Tonya's section second of all I got five tables of my own.

I had to handle and thirdly who says it like that like can I have advertisements but I'm trying to be a good Christian" I honestly started to get bored, but it was kind of intriguing.

"And I don't want to mess with Tonya's tips, so I go out to the sidewalk use a quarter of my own money, buy this man a paper, pick out the classifieds section, and when I bring it to his table, guess what he says?" She said crossing her arms.

"What?" Carol and Barbra say.

He says, "well what's this?" to which I reply.

"The classifieds you asked for" to which he replied, "I asked for a glass of ice" we all started to burst out laughing. It literally made no sense to me but that's what made it so funny.

"That's a good story," Carol laughed.

The girl walked away since she had to go serve a table and I was picking at the toothpicks putting one in my mouth. I felt someone tap my shoulder and I looked over to see it was Carol.

"Hey you remember that guy right doesn't he look good?" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Umm, I'm sorry but did you forget who you're talking to your girlfriend?" I stated emphasizing the last word; she just gave me a teasing smirk and shrugged her shoulders.

"Who says I can't have both?" I groaned, pushing her away from me by her face she pouted at me and crossed her arms.

"Your mean," she said, turning her head away from me like she thought she was guilt tripping me into apologizing, but I just rolled my eyes and went to serve another table leaving her dumbfounded.

I laughed hearing her throw a small fit from behind me "cute" I muttered under my breath knowing she'll just forgive me later after serving some more tables it was finally time for the place to close down.

I thanked the Lord in my mind and went to my locker grabbing my bag not even bothering to change out of my uniform.

I walked back to the front but couldn't see Carol anywhere that was until a cold hand touched my shoulder.

I screamed and swung at whoever it was making the person quickly dodge. They popped back up and it was Carol.

"Goddammit girl, stop doing that, you're gonna give me a heart attack one day!" I said clutching my heart which was beating pretty fast.

She just smiled at me while laughing her ass off "oh haha yeah, go ahead and laugh all you want . You won't find it amusing when I ultimately render you unconscious." I pivoted, heading towards the exit, removing the hairband from my head, releasing my hair, all the while still catching Carol's quiet chuckles.

"So, you decided where you wanted to go?" I inquired, keeping my focus on the road ahead. I noticed her shifting slightly in the corner of my eye.

"Honestly, I'm not sure. I'm pretty exhausted, but I don't want to go home," she replied, reclining in her seat.

"Well, you can just stay the night at my house," I offered.

"Wouldn't your parents have something to say about that?" she asked, prompting an eye roll from me.

"Remember, my parents are still away," I chuckled. She had a moment of realization and nodded.

"Right, I forgot about that." I drove us to my house and parked in the driveway. We both exited the car, and I unlocked the front door with my key.

When we reached my room, Carol tossed her backpack on the floor and flopped onto my bed with a groan.

"It's so hot in here," she complained. I went to my drawer and grabbed a shirt, tossing it to her.

"Change into that," I instructed, grabbing a shirt for myself and beginning to remove my uniform.

I took off my skirt, leaving me in my underwear and sports bra. I could sense her eyes on me, so I turned around to see Carol looking at me intently. I smirked and turned back around, putting on the shirt, then walked over to the bed and climbed in next to her.

"Aren't you going to change?" I asked, snapping her out of her daze. She hesitantly got up and slowly began to remove her uniform.

"Why are you so nervous? It's nothing I haven't seen before," I teased. She flipped me off and pulled down her skirt, making sure to bend over, giving me a full view. I stored the image in my mind and clicked my tongue at her playfully.

"I wouldn't hesitate to fuck you right now, even if you're tired, Carol," I replied, smiling mischievously. She smirked back at me and put on the shirt.

"Maybe later," she said, removing the hair tie from her head and getting into the bed. She turned her back to me, indicating that she wanted to cuddle.

I smiled and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her body close to mine. She hummed in contentment.

"Goodnight, Carol," I whispered, but received no response. I looked over at her I was perplexed at first, but it quickly transformed when I witnessed her slumbering countenance. I could tell that she was asleep due to her faint snoring.

My emotions overwhelmed me as she was the initial individual to evoke such feelings within me.

To be truthful, I was thoroughly relishing this experience.

Without her, I would likely have remained in the same desolate state as before we arrived here. I gently kissed her cheek and gradually removed her spectacles, setting them on my bedside table.

I turned off the light and drifted into a much-needed slumber, tightly embracing my partner's body.

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𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗙𝘂𝗻 (𝟭𝟴+)

"𝙒𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙"

IT HAS been a couple of months since Carol and I began dating, and it has been the most incredible time of my life. We had to keep our relationship a secret because of the school's circumstances, but other than that, everything has been relaxed.

As the final bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, Carol and I gather our belongings and leave the classroom. I'm grateful to have Carol as my partner because I can't work well with anyone else.

We make our way to my car, engaging in conversation along the way. Suddenly, someone pulls the back of my backpack, startling me. I regain my balance and turn to see Rosalie, who quickly apologizes, explaining that I dropped my notebook in the hallway, and she wanted to return it.

"Oh!" I exclaim in surprise, accepting my notebook from her. I offer a small "thank you" and a nod, noticing a slight blush on Rosalie's cheeks as she giggles softly.

Before Rosalie can say anything, Carol approaches me, forcefully grabbing my chin and kissing me passionately, leaving Rosalie wide-eyed.

Smirking at Rosalie, Carol declares, "She's currently unavailable," then takes my hand and leads me away. I smile and allow her to guide me to my car, where we unlock the doors and get in.

After locking the doors, I turn to Carol with a smirk. "You look really hot when you're jealous," I tease. She rolls her eyes, crosses her arms, and gazes out the window.

"Jealous my ass," she mutters under her breath, but a small smile form on her lips.

I laugh and start the car, driving towards my house. Carol mentioned not wanting to go home just yet. Fortunately, when we arrive, nobody is home because Gabi is attending a small basketball game.

I had to find out on my own since my family is terrible at keeping me informed.

We head upstairs to my room, set our things down, and plop onto my bed, taking out our notes to study for our upcoming tests.

Thank goodness it's pre-calculus, a subject I excel in. As I write down notes, Carol's hand stops me from continuing. "What is it-"

I turned my head to inquire of her, but she interrupted me by pressing her lips against mine. She pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, our lips never parting.

I tightly grasped her hips, causing her to emit a slight moan as we finally broke apart to catch our breath. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling incredibly horny," she said with a smirk.

I raised an eyebrow at her statement and questioned her with a gaze. "Now?"

She tilted her head at me, smirking, and leaned down inches away from my face. "Now," she said. It was my turn to smirk, and I nodded.

"Alright, but..." I flipped us over, much to her surprise. She glared at me and attempted to escape my grip, but failed.

"I'm the one in control here," I said, grabbing her face in my hands and forcefully kissing her. She wrapped her arms around my neck, sighing into the kiss.

I slowly moved my hands to her belt buckle and began to undo her pants, planting kisses on her neck.

"Fuck," Carol gripped my shoulders tightly, making me slightly hiss. But it only made me more aggressive. I roughly pulled her jeans off her legs and threw them across the room.

Carol bit her lip as I slowly got back on top of her and started to lift her shirt. She raised her arms, helping me remove her shirt completely. I tossed it aside, gazing at her partially exposed body beneath me. I noticed a smirk on her face.

She slightly spread her legs, giving me space to come between them.

I leaned down and our lips met again, slowly. She put her hands in my hair, gripping it roughly as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed the straps of her bra and pulled them down, exposing more of her skin.

I quickly got up from the bed, removing my shirt and jeans before climbing back onto the bed. Carol lifted her head and gave my neck a quick peck before laying back down.

I returned to kissing and biting her neck, causing her to whimper and bite her lip.

I growled and slowly slid my hand down to her underwear, her breathing picked up a little as my hand went in. I start to gently rub her teasingly.

She drags her nails down my arm leaving marks as her mouth goes agape and her breathing to pick up even faster.

She lets out a small moan and leans her head back on my pillow spreading her legs wider to get more friction. I smirk at her state.

"You alright care bear?"

She glares at me, but I could tell she was having a hard time trying to maintain her tough face.

"Screw you" she said, restraining a moan.

"Now, now cupcake, that's not what to say when you're beneath me?" I teased with a cheeky smile, and I started to slow down causing her to groan in frustration.

"Seriously Penn?!" I just chuckled at her.

"Calm down Care you'll get what you want let me explore this body" I say as I slowly pulled her into a heated kiss, she immediately kissed back wrapping her arms around me.

I roughly fondle her breasts while kissing her more intensely. She grunted and set her hands on my back.

The kiss started to get more passionate as I felt up the rest of her body while she tried to create some friction. I separated from the kiss a string of saliva following as well as our heavy breaths.

I looked at my work seeing multiple love bites on her breasts and collarbone.

I then gripped her neck with my hand making her groan. I leaned down next to her ear and whispered.

"Say you're mine baby" she shivered a little and shook her head.

"Never" she said with a sly smirk. I glared at her and yanked her underwear off leaving her in only her bra.

I spread her legs and placed my knee in-between them. She lets out a slight yelp and I grab her neck and she leans her head back with a groan leaving her lips.

I tighten my grip on her neck and forcefully pull her head down to establish eye contact with me. I reach down and remove her spectacles as she blinks repeatedly to adjust.

"You won't be needing these," I place them on my nightstand. I glance back to find her struggling to focus on my face, displaying irritation.

"I can't see anything, Penn," she exclaims. I emit a dark chuckle and softly kiss her neck.

"That's the intention, my beautiful," I whisper in her ear with a deep voice.

"I'm going to make you scream so loudly that you'll be speechless for days."

She releases a soft moan in response to my words.

I lift my knee and move my hand towards her intimate area, beginning to stimulate her with a vigorous pace. She bites her lip, attempting to suppress her moans, but fails miserably as her face contorts with surrender and pleasure.

She digs her nails into my back, tilting her head back and letting out loud moans and curses.

"Yes, fuck!" She tilts her head back, eyes closed, resembling a drunken teenager. I slyly smirk at her state and plant gentle kisses on her neck. I switch from the intense pace to a slow one, prompting a groan from Carol.

She glares at me with anger, her flushed face and slightly disheveled hair.

"Can you please stop doing that?!" She groans in irritation.

"Say you're mine and that you want it," I provoke her, and she shoots me a look filled with frustration, completely fed up with my teasing.

"No," she responds.

I nod and shrug my shoulders. "Alright then, I suppose I'll just leave you like this-"

I begin to withdraw my hand, but she quickly grabs it, halting my movement. "Wait! Wait!" I raise an eyebrow as she lets out an exasperated sigh, turning her head and muttering something under her breath, inaudible to me.

"What was that, Care?" I inquire, tilting my head.

"Please," she says through gritted teeth. I click my tongue, shaking my head.

"Say it with sincerity," she sneers at me, but eventually sighs and locks eyes with me.

"I'm yours, I'm all yours. Please, Penn," she squeezes one of her bra covered breasts, intensifying the situation. I lost control at that moment.

I swiftly began to return to rubbing her at a rough tempo. She let out a surprised moan but also relished in the sensation.

I resolved to escalate the intensity and inserted two fingers into her. She arched her back and clung onto me tightly, exclaiming, "Oh my god, yes!" She lustfully smiles, tilting her head back.

"God can't help you now, my dear," I say, chuckling darkly. I added another finger while raising her legs so that they almost touch her chest, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper.

Carol emits a loud moan, almost bordering on a scream, as she begins to fondle herself, causing me to release a growl.

She then surprises me by flipping us over, so that she is on top, causing my fingers to leave her. She pushes me down with a wide grin and spreads her legs.

"Watch and enjoy," she slowly unfastens her bra and pulls the straps down. She teases me briefly before removing it and tossing it aside. She licks her hand and gradually glides it down her body towards her intimate area, and slowly starts to rub herself.

She bites her lip and tilts her head back, releasing a pleasurable sigh. She slowly starts to grind on her hand, emitting a soft moan at the friction, and gazes down at me with a smirk, her hair partially obscuring her face.

I begin to fondle her breasts, causing her moans to grow louder, as she quickens her movements. She leans down and places a passionate kiss on my lips.

"Do you enjoy watching me pleasure myself for you, baby?" she coos, kissing my neck. I adjust her body so that I can fully appreciate the view.

"Use your fingers," she immediately complied, inserting her fingers into herself. She squeals, curling her fingers and hitting her sensitive spot. I lean back with a confident smirk, my arms resting behind my head as I continue to observe.

"Does it feel good, gumdrop?" she rapidly nods her head, holding onto me for support.

"Do not allow yourself to cum just yet, that is my responsibility," she grinds her hips into her fingers, tilting her head back in pure bliss.

"Yes!" she bites her lip, gripping me tighter and intensifying her hip movements.

"I'm so close," she groaned as an idea struck me. I shifted her hand, causing her to look at me with a puzzled expression.

"I have an idea, trust me, you'll enjoy it," I lifted her off of me and exited the room, leaving her bewildered. I made my way to my parents' bedroom and opened the door.

I headed directly to the spot where I knew everything would be. I glanced beneath the rug and discovered the key.

I unlocked it and opened the door, revealing a collection of various adult toys. Despite my parents' kinky inclinations before having my sister and me, they had kept these items. I searched for it and eventually found what I was looking for, a strap-on.

I grabbed it and securely closed the door, ensuring it was locked. I walked to the bathroom and cleansed it thoroughly, as I was unsure of what substances may have been on it and didn't want it to affect Carol.

Once I confirmed that it was impeccably clean, I returned to the room and locked the door behind me.

Carol immediately noticed the strap-on and eyed it with a lustful gaze. I climbed back onto the bed, positioning myself on top of her.

"Do you want to try?" She nodded, granting me permission. I nodded in return and carefully put it on, making sure it was properly secured.

I straddled her and teased the entrance of her clitoris with the tip. She whimpered and shifted her hips slightly. I moistened my hand and gently stimulated her before slowly penetrating her. She gasped and clung to the pillow.

I massaged her clit to ease her nerves until the strap-on was fully inserted. We waited a few moments before she signaled me to proceed. I grasped her waist and began moving in and out, assisting her in adjusting to the sensation.

After some time, her uncomfortable groans transformed into soft whimpers. "Go faster," she pleaded. I said nothing and quickened my pace, amplifying her sounds.

"Fuck," she whimpered, gazing up at me with her large, dark brown eyes locked onto mine. I positioned her legs so that they were almost touching her chest and held onto them firmly before thrusting into her with more force.

She cried out and clutched the pillow above her head. I spread her legs apart slightly to achieve a deeper angle, which seemed to intensify her pleasure as her moans grew louder.

"Right there!" She squealed, biting her lip. I let her legs go and she instantly wrapped them around my waist.

Carol then took the chance and flipped us over and lined herself up with it and sunk down. She bit her lip extremely hard making blood withdraw.

She let out a few pleasured groans before slowly starting to rock her hips making small whimpers come from her lips. After a few minutes, she started to turn her rocking motions into bouncing motions.

She closes her eyes, gripping my arms tightly as she lets out a soft moan. She leans her head back, shaking the hair out of her face. She looks down at me with a grin before placing her hands on my chest and starting to bounce faster, looking deep into my eyes the entire time.

She then grabs my hands and puts them on her hips. I finally realized what she wanted me to do and started to move her a little faster, watching her facial expressions the entire time.

She looked extremely beautiful with her hair bouncing with her movements. It was definitely a sight to see. "Oh yes!" I was surprised at what an object can do to this girl.

"Don't feel so powerful now, do you cupcake?" I mocked as she tried to glare at me but was too lost in pleasure.

"F-fuck you!" I cut her off by moving her at a rough speed, watching her bite her lip to hide the moans and whimpers she was letting out.

Her breathing picks up as her mouth opens, releasing a loud moan from her lips. Her face contorts with pleasure as she allows me to move her. She lets out a string of curses, completely lost in pleasure.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I bite my lip as I stare at my girlfriend on top of me, dazed.

It wasn't long before her moans started to get louder, and her movements started to get sloppy. I could sense she was near, as her walls were closing in, urging her to complete the task correctly.

I begin to move my hips up forcefully, matching her thrusts and simultaneously stimulating her, causing her to moan loudly and fall over catching herself before our bodies could collide.

Fortunately, my family wasn't home, not that I would have cared either way.

"You like that?" I groaned, feeling the weight of her body pressing against me, almost taking my breath away. However, I maintained my composure.

"Yes, I do!" she whimpered. I flipped us back over.

"I'll take over from here," I whispered, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before proceeding to completely railing her. The bed was creaking loud, so I tried not to be too rough cause I'm not trying to listen to my parents interrogating me about how it broke.

"Slow down, Penn, you're going too fast!" she squealed, clutching onto my body and digging her nails into my back.

"You wanted this, so I'm giving it to you," I growled. Surprising her, I inserted my fingers into her, and although taken aback, she welcomed the double pleasure of the strap and my fingers, sending her into a frenzy.

She was a complete mess, with disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and pleasure-filled eyes rolled back. Whenever she opened her mouth, only screams of pleasure escaped.

I felt her tighten around the strap, and I allowed her to grind her hips against me rapidly, gripping her waist firmly to keep her steady.

"Oh my god, right there, yes!" A few seconds later, her eyes rolled back, and she let out a loud scream as my hand became slick with her arousal. Her body collapsed against the pillows. When she had regained some energy, I pulled out of her.

I gazed at the mess she had created, and my eyes widened as I chuckled.

"Damn, Carol, you were really turned on," I remarked. She chuckled tiredly and ran her hand through her hair.

"Holy shit, that was intense. We definitely have to do that again sometime," she said. I simply laughed, removing the strap and tossing it into my drawer, as I had no intention of returning it.

After several minutes she prepared to get out of bed to retrieve her clothes, I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to face me. I gently caressed her ass as I brought my fingers to her mouth. "Suck" she smirked and slowly placed the fingers in her mouth and licked the juices, all of them keeping eye contact with me.

I growl as she takes the fingers out her mouth with a pop and grabs my face roughly with her hand and presses a passionate kiss to my lips slipping her tongue in making me taste herself in my mouth. We slowly pull away as I give her ass a slight smack causing her to glare at me.

She got up from the bed, but her sore legs made her immediately fall on the floor making me burst out laughing. After she glared at me, she got back up and started putting on her clothes which were flung around the room.

She finally put her pants on fixing her hair and trying to cover up the marks on her body "what about you?" I shook my head.

"Watching you was just enough for me plus it was nice talking control over you" I said with a smirk getting up and putting my clothes on.

She rolled her eyes with a scoff as she said.

"You just don't want to be a bottom", I laugh at her cuteness and get up from the bed coming up behind her while she tries to button up her shirt, I grab her waist and turn her around to face me I move her hair to the side planting kisses on all the hickies as she laughs.

"All these fucking hickies on me seriously Penn how am I gonna hide these" she pouted.

I have makeup in my car down worry cupcake" I teased seeing the annoyed glance she gave me but she said nothing else.

I pull away as she fixes herself up.

"Okay but got to get home folks will kill me if I'm home late" I nod my head and grab my car keys off of my nightstand as she grabs her backpack and books, we make our way out of the house with me closing the front door behind me.

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝘀

"𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱𝘂𝗹𝗲!"

I LET out a groan as I hear the sound of my irritating ass alarm clock going off that signifies a new day at school, encountering unfamiliar faces, and more challenges.

It is evident that I am not a social person, as I struggle with conversing with others. Whenever someone approaches me, it is usually to bother me.

In my perspective, my childhood was far from perfect. My life has always been overshadowed by my younger sister, Gabi, which has resulted in various instances of mental distress and anxiety.

I have experienced dark thoughts and faint voices urging me to harm my sister, leading to a brief stay in a mental institution.

Furthermore, I have had significant anger problems in the past, although they have subsided for the most part. They only resurface when someone manages to push the right buttons.

I am unsure of the origins of my anger issues, and I don't particularly care. My mother often claimed that I inherited them from my incarcerated uncle, who is currently serving time for involvement in illegal drug trade which made no fucking sense to me.

Beep!...Beep!....Beep!

I groan louder and slam my hand against the button halting the irritating clock from beeping any further. I sit up in my bed with a disinterested yet fatigued expression on my face.

"Today is going to be the shittiest day ever," I mutter, cringing at the sound of my hoarse morning voice. I clear my throat and rise from the bed, heading towards the bathroom.

I open my cupboard and retrieve a towel, placing it on the seat of the toilet. Then, I turn on the shower and adjust it to a mildly warm temperature.

I tie my hair into a bun and proceed to undress. Stepping into the shower, I let out a contented sigh as the warmth of the water envelops my body.

After my shower, I step out and pick up the towel from the toilet seat, wrapping it around myself. I walk over to my dresser and take out some underwear and a sports bra. Releasing my grip on the towel, it falls from my body. I put on the undergarments and then proceed to search through my dresser for some clothes.

I selected a white t-shirt adorned with a cute little milk character and a pair of denim jean shorts. I put on the shirt and shorts, then return to my bed to put on some socks and shoes.

I adorn myself with hoop earrings and apply some lip gloss. I let my hair down and fashion it into a high ponytail.

I grab my bag and lazily sling it over my shoulder. I make my way downstairs, doing my best to ignore my family. However, luck is not on my side today, as I end up getting caught.

"Penelope Rivers, I know you are not attempting to leave this house without driving your younger sister, young lady," I roll my eyes and turn around to see my mom standing behind me with her arms folded.

I gazed at her with an expressionless face and responded with

"can't you simply drive her to school?" she shakes her head saying.

"Me and your father need to get to work if we take your sister, we would be late" I roll my eyes and groan in exasperation seeing they don't even care if I'm late I could literally go to Pluto, and they wouldn't take notice.

I seize the keys off the hook and say.

"Whatever just tell her to hurry up because as you can see, I'm already behind schedule for my first day so yea" I opened the door and slammed it shut behind me and strolled to my car getting into the driver's seat placing the keys into the car and starting the engine.

I hear the front door close, and the passenger seat open I turn my head and see that Gabby made it to the car

"took you long enough couldn't you have gone any faster" I informed her with a despising look she looked at me with a big smile and said, "I'll be quicker next time promise!"

I rolled my eyes and began to drive the car. I don't know why but that smile always made me sick mostly because it was the same smile I typically had before she was born, and I wasn't neglected.

When we arrived at Gaby's school, I basically pushed her out the car and sped off to my school. I was already late as it is, so I definitely was infuriated.

When I arrived at my school I sighed 'let's just get this damn day over with' I pondered and I stepped out the car shutting the door and locking it after.

I stroll into the school and navigate my way to the front office. I pushed open the door to find a woman who appeared to be in her fifties, engrossed in painting her nails.

I ring the bell, causing her to look at me with irritation. In a monotone voice, she asks, "How can I assist you?" I hand her my freshly acquired note.

She snatches it from my grasp and checks me before entering something into the computer. After a few minutes, a piece of paper emerges from the printer. She retrieves it and hands it to me.

I take it from her, inspecting my schedule. She dismisses me with a wave, and I exit the office, perusing the paper to discover that I have a teacher named Mr. Leather.

I wander around until I finally locate the classroom. I open the door, but my own lack of awareness causes me to swing it open with more force than necessary, resulting in a loud thud as the door collides with the wall.

The entire class falls silent, their gazes turning towards me, their expressions a mix of confusion and slight surprise.

I gaze at the man in front and inquire, "Are you Mr. Leather?" while arching an eyebrow. He doesn't respond, instead simply staring at me.

My legs ache from standing for so long, and the awkward silence becomes unbearable. To break it, I snap my fingers in front of his face.

"Look, dude, my feet are killing me, and I desperately need to sit down. So, are you Mr. Leather or not?" I question.

He seems to snap out of his daze, taking my paper from my hands and examining it. He nods, a smile forming on his face. He returns the paper to me, replying, "Yes, and you must be Penelope Rivers?"

I corrected him, saying, "Penny, not Penelope."

He acknowledges and says, "indeed, my apologies. Welcome, Miss Rivers. You may have a seat next to Carol. Carol, would you kindly raise your hand?". I hear a groan from the rear of the classroom and a pale hand ascend into the air. I begin to navigate towards the hand, but I still notice the rest of the class fixated on me.

'Goodness, do the people in this damn school possess a tendency to gaze excessively?' I thought as I approached the hand, attempting to shield myself from the stares.

As I draw nearer to the back, I gradually discern the features of this person called 'Carol'.

She had light brownish hair that is parted in the middle, along with spectacles that are disproportionately large for her face. Nevertheless, she manages to carry off the appearance.

Beneath those spectacles lie dark brown eyes that narrow in my direction. She adorns a vibrant flannel shirt, paired with light blue denim and black combat boots. I must admit, she is a beautiful girl.

I also notice that she has something in her mouth, resembling a jawbreaker. Disrespectfully, she rests her long, slender legs on the desk.

I reach my designated seat and settle down next to her, causing her to slam her hand down on the desk rather forcefully.

I catch a glimpse of her glancing at me from the corner of my eye, prompting me to turn and meet her gaze. My high ponytail sways as my head moves.

"Do you also possess a thing for staring?" I inquire, wearing an expression of annoyance.

She rolled her eyes at me with a smirk and responded saying.

"Please looking at you is the last thing I want to do."

I presented her with an impassive expression and rolled my eyes "but you were just doing it 3 seconds ago idiot" I murmured quietly under my breath. Her head quickly turned towards me, and she appeared to lean closer.

"What did you say?!" she snapped. I remained silent but smirked and looked ahead. She huffed angrily and leaned back in her seat.

I glanced up at the clock and realized that we still had 40 minutes left of the class. I groaned and slumped back in my chair, tuning out everything around me. Suddenly, someone tapped my desk.

I turned to my left and saw a girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.

She was wearing a pink and yellow striped shirt that was tucked into pink flared jeans. I raised an eyebrow at her and tilted my head slightly "yes, can I help you?" I asked. She smiled at me, revealing her braces.

"I was wondering if you had a pencil?" she inquired.

I said nothing and simply retrieved a pencil from my pencil case, which I pulled out from my backpack.

I handed it to her, causing her smile to widen, if that was even possible, and she nodded her head in gratitude "thank you!" I winced slightly at her high-pitched tone but nodded, nonetheless.

When the bell chimed, I breathed a sigh of relief and gathered my belongings. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see the same girl grinning at me, holding my pencil. She extended it towards me, and I accepted it from her hand.

"Thank you for letting me borrow it. By the way, I'm Rosalie!" she introduced herself.

"I'm Penelope, but please only call me Penny. Never use my full name, got it?" My sharp tone seemed to catch her off guard, but she nodded and left the room. I also left, examining my schedule for the next class.

However, as I searched for my next class, I felt my schedule being snatched from my hand by a familiar pale hand.

I looked up to see that it was Carol, the girl from my previous class. "Look what we've got here," she taunted. I attempted to retrieve it from her, but she quickly pulled away, preventing me from getting it.

I didn't even know this girl, yet she was already causing trouble for me. "Can you please give me back my schedule? I need to get to class," I requested. She smirked smugly and shook her head.

"Nah, I don't think I will." I took a deep breath, feeling my anger rise, but I tried to remain composed which didn't work.

"You have ten seconds to return my schedule before I knock those glasses right off your face!" I sneered, stepping closer to her. At that moment, I noticed our height difference - I was slightly taller than her by about 3 or 4 inches.

She glanced sideways and flicked her hand, causing my schedule to fly to the ground. "Whatever dipshit," she muttered before striding away down the corridor and disappearing around the corner.

I clicked my tongue in irritation and retrieved my timetable. I could already tell she was going to be a problem.

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𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲

"𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚?"

I WOKE UP this morning with a sensation I haven't experienced in years... joy? I don't know why, but I suppose it's due to what occurred yesterday. Honestly, I thought it was merely a figment of my imagination, but it turned out to be genuine and I couldn't be happier.

I pulled myself out of bed and followed my usual routine of cleaning myself and selecting an attire. I grabbed my car keys and backpack, then made my way downstairs.

The first individual I laid eyes on was my father, seated at the table with a mug of coffee, perusing the newspaper.

Beside him was Gabi, engrossed in coloring a book. Just then, my mother entered the dining room from the kitchen, carrying a platter of food.

She greeted me with a smile and placed a plate in front of an unoccupied chair. Then, she approached and planted a kiss on my forehead, uttering,

"Good morning, Penelope" with a gentle smile.

I surveyed the entire scene before me, feeling a tad perplexed.

"What's all this?" I inquired, raising an eyebrow. My father turned his gaze towards me, giving me the same expression.

"It's called breakfast," he responded, before returning to his newspaper. I rolled my eyes and smacked my lips slightly before redirecting my attention to my mother.

"Mother, I don't eat food in the morning. I have to get to school," I stated, proceeding towards the door.

"Please, darling, at least have a waffle. I don't want you to go hungry!" My mother implored with a concerned expression.

I sighed quietly and returned to the table, grabbing a waffle coated in honey. I took a bite, offering my family a half-hearted grin, before departing through the doorway.

I shut the door behind me, finishing my waffle, and unlocked the car door.

I entered, secured the door, and started the car. I reversed out of the driveway and drove down the road towards Carol's residence.

After a few minutes, I arrived just in time to witness Barbra emerging from the house.

Our gazes met, and she scowled at me, rolling her eyes.

I glared back at her and gave her the finger. She angrily walked towards a parked vehicle down the road, and as soon as she closed the door, the car accelerated away.

I redirected my attention to the front door, and my eyes widened. I blinked repeatedly to confirm that I wasn't hallucinating.

It was Carol, but she wasn't wearing her glasses, and her fashion was slightly altered. Not that it wasn't satisfactory before, it was just... different.

I followed her with my eyes, still dumbfounded, even when she entered the car. She closed the door and faced me, noticing my reaction. She chuckled and snapped her fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my daze.

"Close your mouth, or you'll catch flies," she remarked, placing her finger on my lips.

"Y-you removed your glasses, and you look" I couldn't even process my words she raised her eyebrow waiting for me to finish my sentence.

"I look what?" She says crossing her arms.

"Gorgeous" I said I smirk a little when I see some blush form on her face.

"Oh! uh thanks?" she said turning her head to look at the window, but I could see the small smile on her lips.

My smirk got bigger as I decided to tease her.

"I thought you couldn't see anything without them. You removed them because you wanted to impress me, didn't you?" I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she glared at me and punched my arm.

"Whatever!" I just chuckled and leaned over to her side grabbing her chin, so she was facing me.

"I'm just playing with you Care you still look stunning though" I leaned over some more connecting our lips.

She moved her body closer, gripping my hair as our kiss got more passionate. I trail my kisses down to her neck making her let out a sigh of pleasure. I moved back up to her face and gave her one more peck on the lips.

"As much as I'm enjoying this, we unfortunately have school" I said pulling away.

She scoffs while crossing her arms her same icy glare returning "since when did we attend school better yet class?" A small smile makes its way to my face as I shake my head.

"Since my parents got upset at me for skipping...again" I started the car pulling out of her driveway and driving to school.

During our car ride I noticed Carol looked like she was lost in her thoughts, but I didn't want to say anything because I already know if I did ask, she would try and hide it with her tough girl act like she always did she didn't think that I recognized the small bruises that she poorly hid with makeup.

I am well aware of this situation because every time my parents and I argued, usually my dad, if I made him extremely angry, he would lay his hands on me, only to apologize in the morning or after he calmed down.

If he was truly remorseful, he would never lay his hands on me again, but he still did, although not as frequently as before. However, if I managed to anger him enough, he would.

That's where I inherited my temper and violent tendencies from, and he knew it. We arrived at school, and both got out of the car, with me locking it behind us. We passed Barbara and her little group, as usual, but when they saw Carol without her glasses, their eyes widened in surprise.

"I did the same thing," I thought with a smirk as we walked past them. However, I began to notice that the stares became more frequent, mainly because everyone was accustomed to Carol wearing her glasses. Not only that, but she also had a different style today, which added to the slight surprise.

I never really found out why she dressed like that today, but I simply shrugged it off.

Perhaps she had a good day because she told me that Debbie was away for the rest of the week due to a state gymnastics championship she had to compete in, and her parents were accompanying her. So, I guess she was happy about that, maybe.

The rest of the school day was actually relaxed, aside from the shocked stares and occasional compliments about Carol's sudden change. Some people even speculated that she had a boyfriend, which slightly annoyed me, even though I knew it wasn't true. It still made me feel a bit jealous.

After school as we were walking to my car, I noticed that Carol was slightly quiet, just like this morning. So, I turned to her and asked,

"What's the matter?" She quickly turned her head towards me but dismissed it.

"What do you mean? I'm fine." I just looked at her as if she were the most foolish person alive, and she let out a sigh.

"Can we discuss this at your place?" Fortunately, my parents were away on a business trip because my dad had received a significant promotion at work. They went to Las Vegas to celebrate, leaving me to take care of Gabi alone. Great.

I nodded in agreement.

"Sure, but I need to pick up Gabi first. Don't worry, she won't disturb us," I assured Carol, who looked puzzled. We climbed into the car and set off.

Instead of walking, which would have been a short distance from our school, I drove to Gabi's school. I was feeling too lazy to walk.

When we arrived, we saw children pouring out of the school, excitedly embracing their parents. Carol and I stepped out of the car, and Gabi came running towards us, clutching something in her hand.

"Look, Penny! I drew you in art class," she exclaimed, handing me a piece of paper. I raised an eyebrow and examined it. It was a stick figure with an arrow pointing to it, labeled with my name. There was also a poorly drawn car next to it.

I forced a smile and nodded. "Thank you, it's very thoughtful," I said, trying to sound sincere, even though it looked terrible.

Gabi then noticed Carol and waved at her.

"Hi Carol! You look really nice without your glasses," she said. I was surprised she remembered Carol's name, considering she wasn't good at remembering things.

I glanced at Carol and almost burst out laughing when I saw her attempt to fake a smile, which ended up causing her to scrunch her nose and purse her lips.

Clearly, she hadn't expected to be noticed, let alone complimented, by a ten-year-old. "Um, thanks?" she replied awkwardly. I stifled a laugh as she playfully hit me on the arm.

We all got back into the car and drove to my house. Gabi was about to get out, but I pressed the lock button, leaving her perplexed. I turned to her with a serious expression.

"Listen, Gabi, I'm only going to say this once. Carol will be coming inside, and we're going to my room. Under no circumstances should you enter my room or even attempt to knock on the door until either I come out or we both come out together. Do you understand?"

If you enter that room without my permission I will harm you and you better not inform mom or dad about it, am I clear?" I said staring directly into her eyes.

She quickly nodded her head and I falsely smiled at her unlocking the door without breaking eye contact.

"Excellent, now go ahead and proceed upstairs and do your homework because I know you have some and don't attempt to lie because I'm in charge now due to mom and dad going off to Las Vegas for the week."

She steps out of the car hastily running into the house as I chuckle.

"Works every time" it was Carol's turn to laugh.

"I should do that to Debbie" we got inside locking the door and going upstairs to my room when we got inside, I closed the door locking it behind me as Carol scans her surroundings.

"Not a bad room Rivers" I nod my head and sit down on the bed.

"So, what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?" She tenses up a little and sighs.

"Oh, yea that" she makes her way to the bed and plops down next to me she turns to me with an unreadable expression.

"What are we?" I raised my eyebrows at her question.

"Come again?" She rolls her eyes and repeats.

"What. Are. We as in us?" I look away in thought, never really thinking about it. We did say that we liked each other but never really cared about the status.

"What do you want us to be?" I ask, looking at her.

She shrugs her shoulders.

"I don't know that's why I'm asking you" It was time for me to shrug my shoulders.

"Well, we could make it official if that's what you're hinting to?" I saw a small cloud of blush form on her slightly pale cheeks.

"I mean I wouldn't really mind but I'm kind of new to all this cheesy nonsense so I wouldn't really know how to start".

I just smirk and turn to her.

"Well then I'll start, Carol, would you like to be my girlfriend and forever tease me with your dumbass attitude?" she smacks me across the head making me fall back on the bed with a short laugh.

"It's not funny you asshole!" I kept laughing before catching my breath.

"But all jokes aside, would you?" She stared for a few seconds before wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a short kiss pulling away, she said.

"Of course, I will smartass" with a soft genuine smile that melted my heart.

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