Jan 23
It’s being depresso abt how royally the duffers fucked up Stancy endgame (/ S5 generally) hours 😞
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It’s being depresso abt how royally the duffers fucked up Stancy endgame (/ S5 generally) hours 😞
I don’t wanna look at this study anymore I gift it to you late night tumblr
uuuuuuhhhhhhhh Right guess im just buying a new minecraft account
AU prompt: My friend dragged me to this party and I just saw my ex quick make out with me
This was the last place Carol wanted to be. Surrounded by people she didn’t really know with blaring music that was far too loud when she was this sober.
But Andrea had begged her to come along and it was rare her best friend asked much of her. Merle Dixon’s party was not one to be missed according to Andrea and so in turn Carol was dragged into going too.
The girls had both been offered drinks upon arrival, Carol gratefully taking the unopened beer, eyes widening at how many people had showed up.
Parties had never been her thing, always too awkward, too shy to really enjoy them, even as a child.
Granted it wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, the drinks going down easily, Andrea sticking by her for most of the evening, trying to make Carol dance with her after only her third beer.
Carol shook her head, she was not nearly drunk enough for that.
“You go, I’ll only be here,” Carol assured her after Andrea had recognised some of their other friends from school in the crowd of dancing people.
“I won’t be long,” Andrea promised, needing no more than minimal convincing as she squeezed Carol’s hand briefly before weaving through the sea of people to their other friends.
Carol was quite content to people watch for the time being anyway, chuckling to herself as noticed Andrea flirting with none other than Merle Dixon himself.
Andrea always did have a thing for the older ones.
Letting her gaze wander again, her breath caught in her throat as she saw the last person she ever wanted to see. Ed Peletier, leery and loud as ever, chugging his bottle of beer as his friends cheered him on.
Why she dated him for so long was beyond her.
He hadn’t taken their break up well, pining after her relentlessly in between calling her a slut and a no good whore, ever the charmer that he was.
As if on queue Ed’s eyes suddenly snapped up to meet hers, a smug looking grin plastering across his arrogant face.
Shit.
There were too many people between her and the door to try and make an escape, knowing his large frame would just shoulder everyone down until he caught up with her. The last thing she wanted was to face him alone, but there wasn’t seeming to be many other options as he stumbled towards her drunkenly.
He was barely a few seconds away from her when she made a snap decision, grasping the shirt of a random guy that walked past her, pulling his face close to hers before he could protest.
Carol’s words were hurried and desperate, hoping this guy wouldn’t strand her to deal with Ed alone.
“I’m so sorry but my ex is coming over and I really need you to just go along with this okay?”
She didn’t give the poor guy a chance to respond before she was reaching up on her tiptoes, burying her fingers in his hair as her lips slanted harshly against his own.
Whoever he was he seemed more than happy to go along with it, backing her up slowly until she was wedged between a wall and a table, essentially blocking Ed from getting to her.
Carol gave it a safe amount of time before dropping her hands from his hair, the guy pulling back but not moving away from her as he glanced over his shoulder.
“Think he’s gone fer now,” the guy said turning back to her.
It was only then Carol noticed how handsome the guy was, feeling her insides flutter at being in such close proximity of him.
“Thank you,” she breathed in relief.
“Don’t even know why the fucker’s here, didn’t me or Merle invite the prick.”
Him or Merle? Why would he have a say in who was invited unless-
Oh god. She’d just made out with Merle Dixon’s younger brother. Daryl Dixon, the guy who got transferred schools for being in one too many fights a few years ago. The guy who since then had hit puberty and Jesus fuck it had done him well.
“You’re Daryl,” Carol blurted.
Daryl smirked down at her before taking a step back and leaning against the wall with a nod. “Yer Carol.”
He knew her name. How did he-
“We had trig together one year ‘fore I moved, always used ta lend me yer pencils ‘cause I never had none.”
Carol smiled, surprised that he’d remember such a trivial thing.
“Yeah, it was the year before you transferred.”
Daryl hummed in displeased response. “Yeah, no thanks ta yer darlin’ dick of an ex.”
“Don’t know what I ever saw in him,” Carol muttered, mostly to herself.
“Me either,” Daryl chuckled. “That boy was reachin’ with ya that’s fer damn sure...finally grew inta yer hair.”
“Excuse me?” Carol wasn’t sure what he was implying.
“Yer hair. That’s what I remember ya by, ya were all big curly hair and freckles, s’cute.”
Carol couldn’t help but blush at his calling her cute.
“You grew up too,” she commented. “Weren’t so...muscular the last time I saw you.”
Daryl seemed to like her observation, liked more the fact of how nervous she sounded when she said it.
“Puberty’s a doll ain’t it?” he chuckled, his eyes roaming her body quickly as he uttered the words.
“Never did much for me,” Carol scoffed, tugging up insecurely at the neckline of her dress.
Carol gasped when Daryl suddenly pulled her by her waist until she was flush against him, but she was quick to catch on when Daryl’s gaze flickered above her head to Ed and then back to her. “Yer dead wrong there sweetheart...’cause shit yer looking damn fine from where I’m standin’.”
somehow got my laptop back
my mother knew the kid who bought it from him and managed to ask for it back and other than being filthy and probably virus-ridden it’s still intact so far.
ARFID recovery be like.... i ate the worlds smallest breakfast and i am so full i could vom....
Ough I’ve got to go over to my dads today (not bad, just an annoying/long drive) because I need help doing my taxes and Sunday is literally the only day of the week I’m not busy. But I really don’t wannnaaaaaaaaaa
SLIPPED ON THE STAIRS DOING LAUNDRY AND HURT MY BAD LEG. TAKE ME OUT BEHIND THE BARN