#young!carol

[chaoticbynature-archived]

To Never Die

historypowered asked “I’m not dead… not yet anyway.” [ young carol / young dorian ]”

“When I get better at magic, I’m going to make myself immortal,” Dorian hummed. He put his hands on his hips, trying to impress the girl.

[carol-munson]

i ain’t missin’ you at all (V) (long af)

hi everyone, sorry this took 84 years to post but it’s really fucking long and i should literally go to jail for the smut that took me like, two weeks to write. hope it makes all of you bitches soaked.

thank u for ur patience btw, love you all for being on this gay journey with me. 

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Last Tuesday, Carol did someone a favor for free. The Thursday after that she helped two of her girls with their contraband sales technique. Today, she was able to stop four shiv attempts on her block (by getting the D-block bitches shivved first). With all of these good deeds and the overall new easy-going (well, as easy going as it could be) nature of Carol; C-Block had become a well oiled machine. Everyone working together for the common goal: drugs, money, contraband, and fucking up D-Block. 

Carol figured this was as nice as she had to be this month. Every time she did something selflessly, she would tell SJ, to which she would reply: 

“Carol, the point of doing nice things isn’t so you can brag about them,” she explained, “It’s just because you want to do them.” 

“Could you just be happy for me for trying instead of telling me what to do?” Carol asked while sketching in her bunk, holed up in the corner. 

“Care--,” Sarah started.  

“Are you ass deep in commissary candy or are you getting stabbed in the Yard?” Denning cut her off matter-of-factly, still glued to the notebook in her hands. 

“You knooow it’s not about commissary candy,” she groaned, “Ugh. You are so frustrating. It’s like talking to a wall.” 

“Hm,” Carol replied, still concentrating on her drawing, “So that means you’re gonna stop talking, right?” 

“So that means you’re gonna stop talking, right?” Sarah mocked her, “Hope you bring that attitude to the game.” 

“I’ll beat that attitude right out of your fuckin’ mouth, pretty girl,” Carol said, getting up. Sarah’s breath caught in her chest: ‘pretty girl’. Denning never said shit like that to her, Denning never said anything like that to anyone. 

“Pretty girl, huh?” She flipped her ponytail, trying to keep her cool, “Thanks.” 

“Hey, just trying to be nicer like you said,” she said walking past her through the door of their cell, “Let’s go make my cunt sister eat her own shit.” 

“Alright inmates, game time,” CO Rex called out at the door. The team rushed at attention, waiting for Carol to head the line, followed by SJ, and the others. Carol switched her brain to kickball mode -- a one track thought: beat D-Block. Beat D-Block. Beat D-Block. Be--

“But what he does he does so well, makes me wanna yell, let’s hear it for the boy! Oh let’s give the boy a haa-aaa-aaand. Let’s hear it for my baby, you know you gotta understaaa-aaan-nnd...” 

Carol heard Sarah start singing quietly to herself behind, a few inmates humming along behind her. Who sings fucking Footloose at a time like this? Didn’t she realize how important these games were? To the whole block? 

When the doors opened the girls walked outside, some of them hustling to the field, others hung back, mostly the old bitches who were just gonna watch. 

“Cause every time he pulls me near, makes me wanna cheer! Let’s hear it for the b--” 

“Please shut up,” Carol begged, turning around. 

Feigning concern, Sarah teased, “What is it Care? Would you rather hear WHAM? I know, it’s your favorite band.” The other inmates around them snickered a little and hurried toward the field, including Sarah. 

“HEY!” Carol called after them, “GEORGE. MICHAEL. IS. HOT!”  

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It was the bottom of the 9th and tied, the girls were tired but they were not letting up. Carol sat in the middle of the picnic table, the seat on the bench between her legs was reserved for the inmate on third base. 

“COME ON C-BLOCK, HALF OF YOU BITCHES ARE IN HERE FOR GRAND THEFT OR LARCENY, I KNOW YOU CAN STEAL A BASE,” Denning called out to her teammates.

Barb was pitching, but surveyed the infield with the ball in her hand, getting ready to hit anyone who moved with an out. She pointed to Sarah and said to her fellow inmate, “Watch that one, she’s a fuckin’ sneak.” 

“Oh fucking BITE ME, Barb,” Sarah hissed back, “Your Douche-block idiots couldn’t catch me if they wanted.” 

The inmate playing third advanced on her but SJ turned with the quickness, fist raised, “I swear to god Greely if you fuckin’ touch me I’ll hit you into next week.” 

That’s my girl, Carol thought to herself. Pride bubbled in her chest and she felt a genuine smile spread across her face. What was this? Have you ever admired someone so much you wanna fucking puke when you look at them? 

Barb tossed the ball to second base when she saw Breslin try to steal, which set Sarah off running until Greely caught her by the scrunchie. With a struggle, she got free and bolted for home, hair flying behind her. She slid into the plate just as the ball got to the catcher -- who, evidently, wasn’t that great at catching. 

“Another run for C-Block! Two outs! Next kicker,” called CO Rex, a big man with a bald head and a dark full eyebrows. 

Sarah got up and dusted off the pant leg of her jumpsuit, hurling herself towards Greely, “I want my scrunchie back, you BITCH!”

C-Block cheered their girl on while Greely tossed her scrunchie to the side to avoid the fight. It didn’t stop Sarah from giving her a punch to the gut and in turn, getting a shot from the CO. When they separated, she went back to her spot on the bench between Carol’s legs. Carol squeezed her shoulders over her prison jacket when she sat down. Sarah reached up to pull her hair back but Denning stopped her, taking the scrunchie out of her hand.

“I watch you do it every day, let me try. It can’t be that hard,” she said when Sarah tilted her head back to look at her.

“I think, maybe,” Sarah started inquisitively, “You are a little too certain that you will be good at this.” 

She nudged Sarah’s head to look forward so she could begin her handy work. Carol ‘Has Never Been Gentle’ Denning ran her fingers softly through SJ’s hair, doing her best to carefully remove any loose knots. She took her time to gather the bottom, sides, and top, and position the pony to the left side of her head. 

“Other side, Denning,” Sarah said, her eyes on the field. 

“Strike Two!” 

Carol sighed and started over, savoring how soft her hair was, how it smelled like the beach whenever she moved it. Once she got the pony to the right, she wrapped the scrunchie around twice, doing the signature tighten at the end. 

“Wow, even a finishing touch. I’m impressed,” Sarah said, tilting her head back again to look at Carol, the ponytail bouncing, “I hope it doesn’t look like shit.” 

Carol tapped her finger on her friend’s nose and just she was about to respond they called the third out.

“That’s GAME. Win for C-BLOCK,” Rex announced and the girls clapped and cheered. 

“ALRIGHT, INMATES, THAT’S GAME. EVERYBODY BACK INSIDE.” The COs on duty started ushering everyone back into the prison, feeling blessed that at least no one got stabbed this time. 

“I’ll see you later in Rec, Care. I have to go to my work shift,” Sarah said, getting up to go and hustling to the door. 

Carol got up and slowly strutted up the grassy hill to get to the entrance but stopped to turn around when she heard her sister laughing behind her. 

“You got something to say to me, Barb?” Carol asked, turning around. Barb, flanked by two lackeys, stopped in front of her sister. 

“Oh, Care, I just knew it,” she feigned a parent’s prideful gloat, putting a hand to her chest, “You’re a total dyke.” 

“Aw, what is it Barbie?” Carol responded, cocking her head and putting her arms out beside her, “Are you just mad that no one’s wiped the cobwebs from your fucking Skeletor pussy since ‘82?”

The vein on Barb’s forehead pulsed, “No surprise you’re a fucking carpet muncher, Carol. You always liked 'em extra hairy.” 

The girls cackled and shove Carol while they walked by, being beckoned by the guards. Carol took a cigarette out and put it to her lips, looking for her book of matches in her coat. 

“Inmate Denning, let’s go! No cigs!” the CO called, making eye contact with her.

“Barb isn’t inside either! Why aren’t you yelling at her?” 

He beckoned her in with his hand, “Final warning Denning.”

“This is fucking bogus,” she muttered, putting the unlit cigarette back in her pocket. 

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Later, in the rec hide out after all the sales for the day, Carol and Sarah assumed their most comfortable position. Sarah had half of her jumpsuit off, buttoned low enough to see the top of her briefs. Today’s subject was where each scar came from on SJ’s upper half. Carol gently traced a long slice on her shoulder, her head resting on the other.

“So this one,” Sarah pointed to a pink healed mark on her calf, lifting up her pant leg a bit, “This one— ahaha — you’re — it’s so stupid.” She could barely finish the sentence. Her laugh was so contagious Carol started giggling too.

“I tripped over a pipe in the shower and caught a nail that was sticking out,” she giggled, “Not hardcore at all.”

Carol laughed, “Are half of these just from you being a spaz, no fights?”

“I plead the fifth,” Sarah replied, a smile plastered on her face, “Wow, I really am such a fuckin’ spaz.”

“You’re reputation’s gonna suffer, Jensen,” she said. She resettled into the crook of Sarah’s neck, right where it meets her shoulder. This isn’t gay, right?

“Only if you tell other people,” she said. She scooted over to the box of loot and rested a finger over a wrapped hard candy, “Can I have one of these?”

“You got cash for it?”

“Seriously, Care?” Sarah whipped her head around, “Are you kidding?”

“I’m running a business, not a fuckin’ charity,” Carol shrugged, lighting a cigarette, “Sorry.”

Sarah sighed and pulled Carol’s notebook out from it’s hiding spot and popped the pencil out of the metal rings. She opened to a blank page and ripped out a little corner, scribbled something on it, and put the notebook back. After folding up the paper she handed it to Carol. Her stomach flipped when she read it. ‘I.O.U.’

Before she could process what this might mean she felt Sarah settle back against her chest. She heard the crinkle of the plastic as her friend put the candy in her pocket for later.

“This one,” Sarah started, pointing at a scar on her lower abdomen, “Was when I got my appendix out, that’s the only one I like to lie about.”

“Yeah?” Carol asked, hypnotized, letting a finger from her free hand trace over it. She felt SJ shiver against her. “Yeah. I dunno, I think it looks cool as a scar. More interesting to say I got stabbed instead of my side hurting really bad.”  Carol took another drag of her cigarette and tapped it out, putting the remainder in her chest pocket. She watched Sarah stand up and peer out of the gate between the rackets, seeing if the coast was clear to go. Carol eyed her for a minute, feeling her ears get hot like they did sometimes when she looked at SJ too long. There was something so innocent about her to Carol in this moment: the hair falling out of her pony tail, curling from the humidity of the radiator in the rec room. How she gripped the gate and looked towards the door, like some six year old trying to catch Santa. How she liked to lie about her prison credibility like a kid who wants to fit in with the teenagers. Carol thought about how great it would be to just ruin that.  And if Barb was gonna call her a dyke, she was gonna be the best fuckin’ dyke their ever was.  Carol got up and stood behind her, sliding a hand onto Sarah’s lower back and gliding down between her legs over her pants. She ran two fingers down the length of her from behind, welcoming the heat encompassing them.  Sarah stiffened when she felt Carol touch her, feeling her get close enough that she felt her breath on her ears, “What’re you doing?”  “Getting paid,” Carol said in her ear, “You owe me, remember?”  “Oh,” Sarah replied, both excited and terrified. She didn’t know Carol’s game, but Carol knew hers.  Denning let her fingers linger over SJ’s navy clad lower body, pressing into the fabric just below her clit, “Take your clothes off for me.”  Sarah shivered, turned around and, unbuttoned the last two buttons of her jump suit, letting it drop to the floor. She slipped off her prison shoes and tugged at her wife beater, underwear still on, feeling too exposed in front of Carol.  “C’mon, you’re acting like I’ve never seen you naked before,” she said, working on taking off her own clothes.  “I know, but...not like this, y’know?”  Carol felt her insides twitch, that sweet little voice -- she could just deck her right in that pretty mouth.  “If you want this to be a good time, you’ll do what I tell you to do.” Carol threatened, now wearing just her white t-shirt (with the sleeves rolled up, of course) and her briefs. She backed Sarah up against the gate, leaning on her left hand and using the right to slip into the other girls underwear. She reached down until she felt heat again, letting a finger wander down into wet slickness. Sarah’s heart raced and she bit her lower lip, trying not to make any noise -- the way Carol looked at her made her nervous.  Three fingers found her clit and started massaging in a circular motion. Carol leaned in close to Sarah’s face, “You like that, huh?” Sarah gasped and nodded, leaning in to meet Carol’s lips to her own but before she could she felt a hand press her back against the gate.  “What’re my rules, Jensen?” Carol asked, keeping eye contact. Her fingers on pause, “No snitching...”  “No kissing,” Sarah said, meekly. She looked up at Denning with glassy eyes, aching to kiss her but knowing better than to break a rule. There was no saying what Carol would do if disrespected, she was unpredictable. “That’s right,” she said, slipping her hand out of Sarah’s underwear. Carol heard a little whine come out of SJ’s mouth as she put her hands on either side of Sarah’s head, “I thought you were paying me.” Carol dropped her hands and sat back on the metal chair up against the white concrete wall, she put one leg up and turned it to the side, exposing her underwear clad box to her friend, a sly smirk coming to her lips, “Hope you’re hungry, Jensen.”  Sarah swaggered over to Carol and got on her knees in front of her, she was confident. SJ got tips, not for her moans, but for that mouth. And while she loved to receive, in the moments she gave, she gave it everything. Sarah tugged off Carol’s underwear and put them to the side, pushing her legs apart to reveal her prize. She let a finger glide through the wetness growing between Denning’s legs, and the girl shivered with a smirk, looking down at her friend. Carol let a hand fall on Sarah’s head, pulling out her ponytail and letting her hair fall around her face. Pretty girl. She gripped her hair hard and pulled her forward, but Sarah just wrapped her arms around Carol’s thighs.  “Patience is a virtue, Care,” she said, looking up at her, leaving a kiss where her leg met her groin. With a wet tongue, she dragged up one of Carol’s outer lips, and then dragged a flattened tongue along the length of her pussy, from the bottom to the top.  Carol gasped and squeezed the ball of hair in her hand, “Fuck, Sarah,” she said through gritted teeth, “Fuck.”  SJ smiled while she spread her friend apart to get better access to her clit, exchanging between a fast and feathery lick to a slow and deliberate one. Catching her in her mouth and sucking with intent, looking up through her eye lashes while her best friend pushed hard up against her. She slipped further down and let her tongue explore her opening, sliding around the outside until plunge herself in, then out, and again.  Deciding that, that that was enough of a tease, she reached her thumb up to her lips and licked it, placing it above Carol’s most sensitive spot (if there ever was one), and massaged in circles.  “Ooh, is that what you like, Care?” she asked when she saw Denning’s thighs twitch. Carol nodded with her bottom lip tight between her teeth, her cheeks red, sweat forming at her hairline.  “Do you like this too?” she asked, pushing inside of her, feeling her tighten around her finger.  “Yes!” Carol yelped. She moved her hips in rhythm with Sarah’s finger and thumb before she switched to her tongue on her clit instead. Sarah pushed in another finger, using this new leverage to find that special button hiding a little higher up. With a curl of her fingers she heard Carol groan and felt her push her face deeper into her. Sarah smiled and pressed her tongue more firmly against Carol’s skin, mixing her saliva with with the wetness pouring out of her.  “Oh fffffffuck yeah, eat this fucking pussy Jensen,” she growled, her eyes intense through her glasses. Carol moved passed newly aroused and glided into ‘Not a Bottom’ Denning. Sarah giggled and continued on, letting her tongue flutter softly over her before encasing the little button in her lips. Her fingers remaining at a steady pace, pumping a little deeper as she went.  “Yesssss,” Carol hissed, leaning her head back against the wall, rocking her hips against Sarah’s face, “Fuck me like that, bitch, fuck me just like that.”  Sarah stopped, pulled her fingers out of Carol and put her hands on her thighs. She looked up, noticeably annoyed, and said, “I’m not your bitch.”  Carol put her legs down on either side of the chair and took her hand out of Sarah’s hair. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She got close to her friends face, her eyes narrowed behind her glasses to meet Sarah’s gaze.  “No?” she asked, “You’re not?” “I’m not your bitch, Carol,” Sarah said, strongly.  “You sure about that?” Carol asked with a grin, an evil glint in her dark blue eyes.  “Carol I hate when you say shit like--OW.”  Carol gripped Sarah’s hair at the scalp with both hands and forced her head back, staring her right in the eyes.  “You sure you’re not my bitch, Jensen?” she glowered, pulling her friend by the hair to lay on her back on the gym mat under them. She knelt on Sarah’s shoulders and sat on her chest, removing a hand from her hair to rest on her throat, “You sure?”  It was like the devil looked through her glasses instead. Sarah gulped and shook her head ‘no’. Carol took the hand on her neck to grip her face her thumb and fingers digging hard into her cheeks, “Stick your tongue out.”  Tears welled up un Sarah’s eyes and she kept her mouth closed, “Stick your fuckin’ tongue out, Jensen. I swear to God,” Carol took her hand off her face and finished up with two short hard slaps to Sarah’s full cheek, “I’m not fucking asking again.”  Sarah slowly stuck her tongue out and saw satisfaction pour out of Carol’s face. Denning lowered herself onto her friends mouth, using one hand to steady her and the other gripped hard back into Sarah’s hair. She rode her face with force, making a point to not go too fast. Denning noted every desperate attempt Jensen made to try to please her, and the desperation was enough to send Carol over the edge. Sarah ‘Definitely A Fucking Bottom According to Carol’ Jensen had tears sliding out of her eyes and into her hair under her, unable to breathe, and more importantly, unable to show off her skills while in this position.  “Oh, what is it?” Carol asked, moving back to Sarah’s chest. Before she could respond, Carol put a hand to her throat, hard, “You don’t like that?”  Sarah choked in response.  Carol’s other hand reached back into Sarah’s underwear and plunged a finger into her dripping, swollen pussy. Denning removed her hand from her partner’s underwear and put the now soaked finger into Sarah’s open mouth. She let go of her throat and with a deep breath out, SJ started to suck her juices off of Carol’s hand with vigor, all while regaining her breath. “Sort of seems like you do, pretty girl,” she said while Sarah looked up at her with innocent eyes, brimming with fear. When Carol pulled her hand back, SJ nodded back at her.  “What?” she asked while moving down her body, sitting between her legs, “Are you saying you do like that?”  Sarah nodded back, a little smaller this time, her cheeks burning red.  “C’mon, where’s that attitude Jensen? Where’s that tough girl? I know you know how to answer a question,” Carol let her fingers dip into the band of Sarah’s briefs, pulling them half way down.  “Ay..lye..the,” Sarah let out of a weak quiet mumble, half hiding her face with her hands. Carol slid her underwear all the way off.  “I can’t hear you,” she said, pressing her fingers on each side of SJ’s clit to push back the hood. She licked her thumb on the opposite hand and used it as her tool of choice. She went slow at first, watching a new wave of wetness drip out of Sarah’s opening, her hips grinding into her fingers, “You wanna say that again for me?”  “I like -- oh! -- thaaaat,” Sarah whined when Carol sped up the pace.  With a coy smirk Carol took her index finger and slipped it slowly inside of SJ, replacing one thumb with the other to keep her stimulated.  “Jeez, boys must’ve loved sluts like you in high school, Jensen,” she muttered feeling how snug her thin finger felt in between her legs. She felt a twinge of anger swell inside of her when she thought about all the guys that probably fucked her behind the stage curtains -- constantly getting attention from other people. Just like Barb, always getting so much fucking attention -- Carol shook the thought out of her head.  “They couldn’t fuck me like you can, Carol,” Sarah said through heavy breaths, hips writhing.  “You must wanna cum really bad, huh?” she asked with a teeth baring grin, slipping in a second finger. Sarah felt Carol’s pace slow down and she quickly grabbed her hand to try to bring her up to speed again, but Carol resisted against her until coming to a complete stop.  “I thought patience was a virtue Sarah,” she said with a smirk and a cocked brow . Sarah whined and bent her legs at the knees and met her feet with the mat below them, pouting. Carol flattened herself on the mat in front of SJ, letting her hot breath tease her thighs while her arms wrapped around them. She let a soft flick of her tongue just barely touch the sensitive flesh between Sarah’s legs.  “Please, Carol,” she begged, squirming under Care’s gaze. Carol didn’t know what turned her on more, making Sarah this wet or turning Sarah into this desperate, stupid, slutty idiot. Carol let out a soft chuckle at the sound of her voice, teasing her again, wanting to hear her say her name a second time.   “Carol please, please,” she whined, shimmying her hips to try and move closer to Denning’s tongue. Carol could barely take it anymore, becoming aware of her own wetness when Sarah begged for her. She wanted to make her scream, she wanted to pull her close to her, to get passionate, to ki-- no. Not that far. Fuck that.  Carol let her tongue meet Sarah’s pussy with a gentleness she didn’t know she had, smiling into her next movement as she heard SJ gasp. She pushed Sarah’s legs apart a little farther before getting back to work, letting her tongue dip inside of her and traveling higher with every exit. Carol kept her eyes locked on her while she savored the juices pouring into her mouth and onto the mat below them. Sarah had pushed herself up onto her elbows to looked down at Carol, her breath ragged.  “Please don’t stop,” she barely whispered out, Denning felt her own insides twitch. She watched Sarah’s hair fall over her face and watched her flip it all to one side. Fuck. She’d kill her if she wasn’t so fucking delicious. You ever admire someone so much you wanna bash their head off a concrete wall?  She felt Sarah’s fingers slip into her hair and she groaned into her while she caught her clit in her mouth. Her tongue was working over time, her mouth switching between sucking softly and then intently. She slipped two fingers back into Sarah and the opening greeted her by loosening just a touch before contracting hard around her again. She thrusted her fingers with expert rhythm, curling her fingers gently to barely brush Sarah’s favorite spot.  “Ohmigod!--fuck--fuck! I’m gonna cum,” she squeaked out, laying herself back down. Carol sat up, fingers still forcing themselves deep inside of her while she leaned over Sarah, her face slowly inching closer to hers.  “Yeah? You’re gonna cum?” Carol mocked her and used her free hand to grip her face hard, “Look at me.”  SJ looked straight at her with glassy eyes. She tried to keep them from rolling back in her head while she felt Carol pump her fingers deep inside of her, hitting her g-spot intermittently. Aching for her to keep the same pace so she could release all of this pleasure building up in her belly.  “Please make me cum, Carol,” she whispered in her best submissive voice.  “Then say it, Jensen,” she hissed at her, letting go of her cheeks to deliver one hard short slap across her face, “Say it. ‘I’m your bitch, Carol.’“  Sarah’s eyes pooled with tears again, unsure if they were from pain or excitement, either way she wasn’t complaining. Denning sped up the pace and her eyes bore through her glasses into Sarah’s, her mouth in a permanent devilish grin.   “I’m -- mmmf -- oh shit -- I’m yuhhh,” she was gasping, her hips bucking hard into Carol’s finger.  “Come on, say it pretty girl, I’m not gonna let you cum until you say it,” Carol’s voice became condescendingly soft in her ear. Her pace slowed again and she heard Sarah whimper beneath her. She took her fingers out of her and massaged her clit at a moderate pace, three fingers steadily working in a circular motion. Sarah started panting.  “I’m your bitch, Carol,” she choked out, sweat making her baby hairs stick to the side of her face.  “What’s that?” Carol asked, inching her fingers back into her, adding a third. Carol immediately felt the fullness inside of her, losing her voice in her throat as she went to moan. “I’m gonna need to hear it louder,” Carol said and curled her middle finger to hit Sarah’s g-spot in quick succession as she propelled in and out of her.  “Ooohhhh, fuck, FUCK, I’m your bitch, Carol. I love being your dirty fucking bitch,” Sarah growled, her eyes shut tight as her whole body shook underneath her friend.  “Yeah, that’s my good girl,” Carol laughed while she watch Sarah writhe beneath her, feeling her get closer and closer with each fast contraction of her pussy. She switched one last time to quickly massaging her clit and it sent SJ hard over the edge. Sarah yelped and tried to close her legs but Carol forced them back open with her knees. With one final plunge of her fingers she felt liquid rush over her hand as Sarah came hard for her. As she came to, trying to steady her breathing, she pushed Carol’s hand gently out of her and put those three perfect fingers in her mouth, taking her time to suck her fluids off each one. She kept her eye contact, almost getting re-aroused while Carol watched her dominantly, still above her.  “I just wanted to clean up my mess for you,” Sarah said, matter of factly. She sat up and turned to the side to get up, fetching her underwear to pull them on.  Carol, now soaked at Sarah’s little submissive stunt, could’ve pulled her back down onto that mat to teach her another lesson -- but decided against it. She got up and strutted to the metal chair to grab her own underwear, slipping them on and pulling her jumpsuit on straight afterwards. She eyed Sarah as she slowly slipped into her jumpsuit and pulled her hair back up.  “What?” she asked, noticing Carol staring while turning the corner of the gate to leave the Rec room.  “You can’t ‘what’ me, Sarah, I’ll do whatever I want,” she said, following her through the door to the hallway.  “You’re my bitch now, remember?” Carol stuck out her tongue and raised her eyebrows, giving Sarah a hard slap on her ass before jogging away from her down towards C-Block.  “OH FUCK YOU DENNING!” Sarah called after her, her heart still pounding, hoping Carol’s was too. 

[carol-munson]

i ain’t missin’ you at all (VI)(flash back episode/highschool!carol)

okay but low key on the train ride home i created an entire new fic story line with the flashback character you’re about to meet and tbh that might be my new project once IAMYAA is over. it wouldn’t follow the EXACT timeline i made here, but it would be v cool. 

like if u cried, reblog if u cannot believe i sliced your feels in half with this flashback

i was inspired by madi davis’s cover of ‘girls just wanna have fun’ because it’s a little bit morose sounding tbh, i made myself tear up 

this could double as a one shot but its back story for chapter seven which is gay and feelsy 

we got about two/maybe three chapters left of IAMYAA 

wow

thanks for coming to my ted talk

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OCTOBER 1981

Carol liked Calculus because it made her feel smarter than other people, she was the only junior in a senior level class. The same way she liked pre-Calculus last year when she was the only sophomore in a junior level class. She also liked Calculus because Robin Silverstein sat in front of her. She always wore these black waist cinching lycra disco pants she got from her mom. But more importantly, to Carol at least, she wore definitely too-short black hot pants when it got warm out. Rumor had it that Robin got popular after Grease came out and she started dressing like 'hot’ Sandy. But because her name began with an R, everyone just started calling her Rizzo since halfway through her freshman year. Which was fitting because she absolutely had the attitude to match.

Carol didn’t just like Rizzo because she bent forward over her desk to gossip to the person in front of her (What a view, though. Amirite?); she liked her because Barb didn’t. Rizzo was Barb’s nemesis, the bad girl to Barb’s good girl -- the bad Sandy to Barb’s good Sandy. Barb wore preppy pastels, Rizz wore all black; Barb wore LipSmackers, Rizz wore bright red lipstick. Rizzo was cooler, more mysterious, more popular, and even more so, she was smarter. It made Barb wanna rip her hair out.

Their teacher passed their tests from the beginning of the week back at the end of class. She spotted over Rizz’s shoulder that the girl had aced it. Carol had started to say ‘Hey, good job,’ but the the bell rang just as she took the breath to start the sentence. She hung back to watch Rizzo stand up and readjust her pants, her butt bouncing back at the resistance, and then watched her leave. As she collected her backpack from under her chair, a few of Barb’s friends walked by and pushed her books off of her desk, papers flying everywhere. They cackled as they looked back at her, their laughs echoing as they left the classroom. Carol swallowed her anger, she was used to this daily ritual of being shitted on at this point. She slipped on her backpack, stopped by her locker to switch out her books before lunch, and headed to the bathroom. As she walked in, she was assaulted by the familiar scent of hairspray and cigarette smoke. Five girls were lined up at the mirrors adjusting their hair or their make-up, including Rizzo -- unlit cigarette in one hand, hair spray hissing in the other. 

Carol kept her head down and headed to the stall to pee, listening in on the conversations outside. Sometimes it grated on her how shallow some of these girls were, it’s like they didn’t know how to talk about anything but press on nails and Harrison Ford. As she finished her business, she headed out of the stall, the five girls down to three: Rizz and two of Barb’s other lackeys. Carol washed her hands and felt a shoulder slam hard into her, making her almost lose her balance. 

“Watch where you’re going, Denning,” the girl hissed. The other girl giggled, turning to friend whispering, “OhmiGOD, did you see her glasses? Nerd-o-fucking-rama. No wonder nobody talks to her, she’s a total loser,” loud enough for her to hear as they left. Rizzo didn’t react to the shuffle, she had lit her cigarette and traded in her spray can for her signature tube of Revlon Fire & Ice. Carol shook her head and rinsed her hands.

“You know,” Rizzo started, still looking in the mirror, her voice was low, bored, and raspy, “You could always tell them to fuck off,” she expertly carved the bullet over the curves of her top lip, “maybe they’d stop screwing with you.” 

Carol looked around to see if she was talking to somebody else; but there was nobody else. She was talking to her. Holy shit. Rizzo tapped the lipstick to her bottom lip and smacked her lips together, letting out a big exasperated sigh before saying, “Or y’know, do something different with your hair if you don’t want them to call you a dweeb. I mean, whose still wearing a middle part? Did I miss the memo that we were going back to ‘78 or something?” Rizzo put her lipstick into her purse and fluffed her curly permed hair, still not looking at Carol while she spoke -- her eyes fixed on her reflection. She took a drag of her cigarette and put it out on the wall next to the mirror and put the left over half in her cropped leather jacket pocket. She turned to look at Carol and leaned a full hip against the sink next to her and crossed her arms while she surveyed her subject. Carol’s ears got hot, she couldn’t tell if it was because she was mad that Rizzo said her hair was shitty or if it was the way she could really fill out a pair of disco pants. 

“I’m feeling particularly generous today, Denning, so I’m gonna help you out,” she said, reaching into her bag and pulling out a teasing comb and her Elnett hairspray. She put her fingers through Carol’s hair and Carol’s heart raced at her touch, she was so gentle. She looked in the mirror while Rizzo worked from behind her, tossing her hair into a deep side part and teasing and spraying the underside to give her normally flat mousey hair some serious volume. Rizzo got in front of her, sprayed her fingers with hairspray and pushed her hair back at the root. When Rizzo stepped back behind her, they both admired her handy work. Carol had never really seen her own face before, not like this. Her hair was high and bouncy but still coiffed -- not too Barb looking. She looked more mature, put together, even sort of...hot, by her own standards.

“Wow Rizz it looks -- like, really -- totally awesome,” she said with a smile in the mirror, letting her hand explore the new height. 

“Christ, Carol, ‘totally awesome’? Gag me with a spoon, you sound like your sister,” Rizzo rolled her eyes while hiking her purse over her shoulder turning to leave the bathroom, “It looks fuckin’ bitchin’.” 

Carol got close to the mirror as Rizzo left and repeated the words softly to herself with a smile, a new confidence building inside of her, “Fuckin’ bitchin’.” 

--

That following Sunday Carol took the afternoon to practice her new hairstyle for school the next day, going through the two cans of hairspray in the bathroom before getting the teasing and height just right. Sure, people had commented on it, everyone in art class thought it looked awesome; the boys in chess club gave her a second glance: but she wanted to hear Rizzo tell her she was fuckin’ bitchin’ again. She played the pretend scenario of her walking into Calculus with her new ‘do over and over -- aching to get a smile or a nod in her direction. Acceptance. She just wanted to be cool. 

After a three hour hair battle in the bathroom the girls got called for dinner, Carol following after Debbie into the kitchen. Mr. Denning was on his fourth Miller High Life of the night, already showing signs of a woozy bad mood. Carol sat across from him, avoiding his gaze, resting her head on her hands with her elbows on the table. 

“CAROL!” Barb yelled from upstairs, suddenly the hard thumps from her sister running down the stairs rang through the hallway. 

“You’re such a little THEIF, Care!” Barb lunged at Carol, catching her at the shoulders to pull her out of the kitchen chair. 

“I didn’t do shit, Barbie!” Carol spat back. Their dad stood up, finding his balance, leaning one hand on the table. 

“Language, Carol,” their mom hissed, passively serving Debbie her dinner. 

“Carol used up the two cans of hairspray I had left and she didn’t even ASK! Carol doesn’t even DO HER HAIR! I have a date tonight and my hair looks so flat!” Barb used her desperate angry voice, letting it break at the end. This was  her favorite way to manipulate her parents to take her side. 

“I didn’t take SHIT, and even if I DID, the hairspray is for EVERYBODY. It was probably all used up for Debbie’s last meet, or did all the aerosol soak up your last fucking BRAIN CELL?” Carol growled, shoving Barb hard in the chest. Barb shoved her back, causing Carol to knock over the chair she was just sitting in. The chair bumped the table, which caused Mr. Denning’s fifth Miller High Life to spill -- Mrs. Denning ushered Debbie out of the kitchen and the two hid out in the living room. 

“Who’re you even trying to look good for Carol? It’s not like anyone fucking likes you!” Barb grabbed Carol by the hair, “And your hair looks like shit.” 

“Not as bad as your fucking horse face looks,” she said, punching her in the stomach to get her sister to release her. 

“ENOUGH,” Mr. Denning slurred out sternly. Both girls let go of each other, Barb hunched over pretending to be much more hurt than she actually was. Their father advanced on them -- mostly on Carol -- and replaced Barb’s hand with his own into her hair. With a strong arm, he tossed her by the hair hard into the wall away from Barb. It knocked the wind out of her. 

“Daddy, I just wanted to look good for Josh tonight,” Barb pushed out a fake tear, looking at her dad with her ‘Bambi’ eyes. 

“Look what you did, Carol,” her dad yelled, “You ruined your sister’s whole night just to make your hair look like a damn rat’s nest. You think boys are gonna like that attitude? No one’s ever gonna wanna deal with that.” 

“But dad I--” Carol started. 

“I’m not done, Carol,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he approacher her. He shoved her hard into the wall again, “If don’t you want a shiner like you got last month, you’ll go to Revco with your allowance and get your sister more hairspray.” 

“I didn’t. Take. Her stupid. HAIRSPRAY,” Carol yelled, but was met with a hard smack to the face, her glasses hitting the floor from the force. 

“Yeah, see if those boys wanna look at ya now with that beating all over your face. Your hair looks like shit Carol and you got a real personality to match it,” her dad bellowed, shoving her out of the kitchen into the hallway. Carol felt tears sting her eyes as her dad threw her glasses at her, “And you can go without dinner tonight, I don’t even wanna look at you.” 

Carol felt the first tear slip down her cheek and she hurried up to the bathroom, Barb hot on her heels. Carol went to shut to door in her face, but Barb caught it right before it closed.

“See Care, I’m always gonna win. Who were you even trying to do your hair for? Robin’s bitch squad? They’re never gonna think you’re cool, Carol. No one wants you, not at school, not even Dad,” her voice was calm and collected, her crocodile tears completely dried up, “Pfft. Especially not with that grody fucking hair.” 

Carol stared blankly at the hallway after she walked away, hearing things settle downstairs. Her mom apologizing to Debbie, Barb coming down and getting coddled. Carol’s jaw clenched, trying hard to keep herself from crying. She closed the door to the bathroom and locked it, put her glasses back on and looked at her reflection. Her cheek was a bright red, a handprint outlined across her face. Her eyes tinged pink, her nose swollen with snot, her lip slightly split. Her hair, now frizzed and splayed everywhere, looked like shit. 

“Did you see her glasses? Nerd-o-fucking-rama.”

“I mean, whose still wearing a middle part?” 

“No wonder nobody talks to her, she’s a total loser.”

“It’s not like anyone fucking likes you.” 

“Your hair looks like shit and you got a real personality to match it.” 

“No one wants you, not at school, not even Dad.” 

Carol replayed her day in her head and grabbed the brush sitting on the side of the sink. She stared in the mirror in anger, choking through tears as she raked the brush hard through her hair. Her body racking with sobs as each pass snagged and pulled at her head, her scalp on fire. “You look like shit, you look so fucking stupid, you always look so fucking stupid,” she yelled to herself.

The brush got caught in a knot in her hair, stuck deep within the frizz. Her hand slipped and the brush hung there off of her head. “You look like such a fucking idiot.” She yanked hard on the brush, taking some hair with it and with an angry yell smashed it against the mirror over and over again, tears pouring out of her, shaking as she did it. The mirror splintered, and the shards fell into the sink -- she looked down into them and blood dripped from her hand onto the pieces. She heard her dad yell something from downstairs and in defeat she sat on the edge of the bathtub and cried. 

--

FEBRUARY 1987 

“Christ, Carol. That was a fucking buzzkill memoir,” SJ said, looking at her through the mirror in the makeshift salon. One twin was shaping Carol’s hair, the other filing Sarah’s nails down. She wasn’t expecting a life story when she asked why Carol always wore her hair the same way.

“I wore a middle part until the first hearing. The attorney thought the hairstyle Rizz gave me made me look more put together and trendy, like -- how could this cute girl be a psycho killer,” Carol explained, “Plus, I know it still pisses off Barb.” 

Carol left out a lot of the details, like the crying and the feelings and Rizzo’s fat ass. Sarah didn’t have to know that, she didn’t even tell that whole story to Fr-- well, fuck Freida. 

“What did Robin say the next day?” Sarah asked, “When you came into class looking like a nerd?” 

Carol slowly turned her head and cocked it to the side, “Excuse me?” 

“You heard what I said, Denning,” she smiled mischievously while admiring her nails. 

Carol resettled into her chair, “Rizzo didn’t say anything, she got suspended and ended up dropping the class. Didn’t see her around much after that.” 

“That sucks, seems like things might’ve ended a little different for you y’know,” SJ said, putting her attention back at the mirror, looking at Carol. Denning thought about the following months up until her and Barb killed Debbie, the incredible loneliness, the ache to feel like she mattered. She had that here in prison: being feared, being important, being powerful -- valued. 

“Maybe I like the way things ended for me, Jensen,” she said coldly, turning to look at her again, “You ever think about that?” 

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i ain’t missin’ you at all (II)

part I

Carol hated when the bunk shook. 

The newspaper couldn’t distract her, the new book she got couldn’t distract her. She tried smoking a cigarette to ease the rage bubbling in her chest, she even tried covering her head with a pillow. But nothing was going to drown out the sound of the ever loving fucking squeak, except -- 

“Oooooh, fuck, yeees,” she heard SJ whine through gritted teeth. Riding face kept the new cookie’s mouth closed, but Carol wished Sarah would just shut the fuck up instead. She half wished a CO would come in and bust them but those pervs always wanted a free show. 

Carol wasn’t new to pussy eating, it was part of the prison game. If you weren’t dealing, you were buying. If you were buying, you needed cash, if you didn’t have cash, you had options: eat or get shivved. SJ liked getting paid in pussy which kept her unreliable in getting coins, which pissed off the General, which pissed off Carol. 

With an exasperated sigh, Carol laid all the way back in her bunk and kicked the bottom of Sarah’s mattress so hard it bounced a little. “Jesus CHRIST, could you be any louder?”  “What’s your fucking damage, Carol?” she whisper shouted, leaning her head over the bed.  “You can’t find anywhere else to do this shit?” Carol raised her voice a little, getting up to meet her eye level. 

Sarah sat up in her bunk to retort only to realize the other inmate was still there. The newbie looked at both of them, terrified.“What’re you looking at, you fucking cookie? Get out! Scram!” With a flash, the other inmate was back in her cell. “Maybe I wanna get paid in peace, it’s not like I have the Carol Denning security clearance. You have hiding places all over this shit hole, and you never let me take bitches there,” SJ lit a cigarette while shimmying her jumpsuit back on. 

“Yeah, because I don’t want your bottom bitch cum all over them,” Carol glared at her, crossed her arms and leaned against the wall. She violently shoved lollipop in her mouth. Carol ‘Not A Bottom’ Denning, loved eating pussy -- not for feelings or other dumb shit, but for power. She had two rules when it came to getting fucked by her: no kissing, and no snitching. Finally, something she was good at. Owning bitches, fucking bitches, stabbing bitches, and selling drugs to bitches. Making girls cum got her drunk off superiority.

“Yeah whatever, just fuck off Carol,” Sarah mumbled while outing the cig. She laid back down and turned away from her to face the wall. Carol had been on her case lately after funneling in a new load of rock. The new batch wasn’t selling as quick as Pat wanted, leaving Denning to take the brunt of shit The General was dishing out. 

“What did you just say?” She hissed, her eyes flashed behind her glasses. Carol pushed off the wall, tossed her sucker on the floor, and charged at the bunk, slamming her hands on the edge, “Don’t fucking talk to me like that, you know who the fuck I am.”  She shook the bed when SJ didn’t respond, “Look at me, bitch.”

Sarah slowly turned around onto her other side and reached into the front pocket of her jumpsuit. Her face, smattered with freckles and moonlight from the window, was calm and un-phased. This crap was exhausting. With a deep, disappointed sigh she met Carol’s gaze, knowing this outburst would end in ten minutes, and held a little white tablet out in her hand. 

“Take a chill pill, Carol,” she said, composed, too aware what a fight would turn into. COs, black eyes, and another shot, maybe the SHU. Plus, who is ever in the mood to get in a fist fight with their best friend? She turned back around to face the wall after Carol took the benzo out of her hand. Denning popped it in her mouth but it felt cheap, she hated sucking down her own stash. A wave of relief washed over her after swallowing and she laid back down on her bottom bunk with a deep breath, feeling her heart rate start to slow down a little. 

“And, Carol?” she heard SJ’s sleepy voice say from up above her. “Yeah, Jensen?” 

“I’m not your fucking bitch.”

[continued, obv]

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The Best and Worst in Me (Young!Carol x Female OC)

Chapter 6: Alliance

When Brandy got back to school after her suspension, she experienced a hell of a lot of whispering. She’d clearly gathered attention as per the gossip had been surrounding her for the weeks she’d gone. It wasn’t all that new, she was used to the toxic environment of high school by now. What really hurt…was Carol.

Brandy had told Carol to stay away from her, at school anyways, to avoid drawing any of the talk towards her as well. It hurt them both, but it was for the best. Nonetheless, she absolutely hated it.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t seen Carol for a week. She’d be the first to call and Carol would always had some kind of excuse, whether it be a shift at the bar she worked at, Debbie’s gymnastics, or just her parents wanting her to stay home. Maybe Carol was perfectly happy staying away from her.

Brandy hated herself for feeling so sad about it, they weren’t even technically in a relationship and here she was, missing her like crazy. She sighed, this was one of the two ways it usually ended. Either the girl would get a boyfriend and call it off, not happening, or they would just gradually stop talking, currently happening.

As the day dragged on, Brandy became more and more desolate throughout it. She didn’t regret defending Carol, but it felt sickening that she thought she had something real. It figures.

Carol, on the other hand, was high-spirited. She couldn’t wait to see Brandy, she’d been thinking about her all day everyday for the past two weeks. She knew it was a good idea to keep her distance, but the beating in her chest said otherwise.

She was damn near heartbroken when she realized Brandy was ignoring her.

The lump in her stomach grew more and more with every glance she caught of her, and she could’ve sworn she glanced back, but it didn’t matter. Brandy clearly didn’t want to see her, and this was usually how it ended anyway. She’d make friends-or in this case, more-and then they’d fuck off when they realized how weird she is.

It was a tragic misunderstanding, and both girls covered their feelings fairly well. That was until they got home.

Brandy drank herself into oblivion. She was never the drinking type, much better with a cigarette, but when the times call, right? Carol probably would’ve done the same, if she had access to alcohol of any sort. Instead, she ran home to hide herself up in her room, sobbing into a pillow.

It had been eight minutes, she knew because the song “Asleep” by the Smiths had played twice, when Debbie bursted into her room.

“Carol! Have you seen my-“ Debbie yelled, quickly stopping to notice the state of her older sister. “Hey, are you okay?”

Carol turned around to see her standing in the doorway and threw the tear-stained pillow she was lying on in her direction. “Get the fuck out!” Carol screamed, with steam practically fuming out of her ears.

“Language!” Her mom screamed from the kitchen. Carol rolled her eyes and shooed her sister off, giving her a death stare in the process.

“Piss off.” Carol hissed. Debbie acknowledged the statement but didn’t move from her spot. Debbie really never knew when to leave a situation.

“C’mon Carol, I want to help! Let me help!” She whined.

Carol closed her eyes, collecting herself. She opened them slowly and raised her eyebrows. “Do ya?”

Debbie nodded eagerly, delighting that her sister was throwing her a bone.

Carol motioned for Debbie to come over to her, sporting a fictitious smile. As soon as Debbie was in arm’s reach, Carol grabbed her violently, squeezing her upper arm with force.

“You come in here one more fucking time,” she whispered, not breaking eye contact for a second, “I’ll end you.”

Debbie was clearly terrified, it was what she should’ve expected from Carol, but she was far too innocent and trusting for her own good.

As if on que, Barb sauntered into Carol’s room to see what the commotion was about. She watched as Carol’s expression mixed between despair and rage, then glanced towards Debbie in pure terror. “Carol,” She spoke, not taking her eyes off of Debbie. “now don’t be a monster.”

Carol’s eyes darted towards her older sister, standing just past the doorway of her room. She slowly released her grip on Debbie and waited for Barb to continue. A nasty bruise revealed itself on the youngest girl’s upper arm, courtesy of Carol.

Barb remained completely calm, as she usually did. “Debbie, don’t mind your sister. She’s on her lady time.”

Carol’s eyes narrowed at the false comment and dismissing of her emotions, but she knew it was better to let her finish.

“Now,” Barb began walking closer Debbie. “we don’t want your sister to get in trouble, do we?” Debbie shook her head. “So, you fell in practice. Got it?” Barb spoke in a calming tone as she examined the bruises. If Debbie didn’t know better, it looked as if she was enjoying the sight of them.

Barb collected herself and looked up to Debbie. “Now run along.” Debbie followed her sister’s orders and darted off to her room.

Barb turned to Carol, grinning. “So what’s got you all gloomy?”

Carol’s eyes glanced up to her, obviously full with anger. She knew she couldn’t tell her to fuck off like she did Debbie, no, Barb was a tricky matter. “Barb, why are you doing this?”

Barb danced her fingers along the railing of Carol’s bed. “Be more specific.”

Carol groaned, not surprised Barb was making things difficult. “First of all, you don’t give a fuck about what’s wrong. Second of all, what’s your angle here? You never defend me like that.”

Barb smirked. “Oh, I can’t genuinely care for my sister?” Carol rolled her eyes and Barb scoffed. “Tough crowd.”

Carol gazed up at Barb. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

“An alliance.”

Carol’s eyebrows raised in confusion. “An alliance?”

“Don’t act so surprised.” Barb glanced back towards Debbie’s room. “If there’s one thing we have in common, it’s that we both hate her.

Carol suppressed a laugh. “Debbie? You want to go against Debbie?”

Barb nodded. “I’ve had it with her shit. Mom’s making me skip Jordan’s party to babysit that little cunt.”

“Jordan Parker? The guy who fucks anything that moves? Please don’t tell me you’re going to sleep with him.”

“Oh, what would you know about any of it?” Barb retorted, annoyed by the question. “But, that’s besides the point.”

Carol sighed. “Look, I’m all game. But you do know she’s got Mom and Dad wrapped around her knobby little fingers, right?”

“We can work around that.” Barb assured. “If we work together, we can ruin that little cunt’s life.”

Carol didn’t know where this was coming from, but she was liking it. She needed a release for her emotions anyways and she hated her little sister with a passion.

“I’m in.”

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The Best and Worst in Me (Young!Carol x Female OC)

Chapter 1: Bulltrue! (Introduction)

“Oh, oh my god, Carol, oh my god, fuck, oh my god, CAROL”

Brandy’s legs shook violently as she felt herself again reduced to a moaning mess. Her tight grip to her grey bed sheets loosened as she caught her breath.

Carol smirked and raised her head up from Brandy’s thighs. “Tell me again how I’m not the boss of you?”

Brandy rolled her eyes as she caught her breath.

“Fuck you,” she laughed, “not fair.”

Carol raised her eyebrows in a teasing manner, “Well, I just did. Fuck you, that is.” Carol grinned, she was always one to take advantage of puns.

Brandy playfully shoved her, trying her best not to smile at the girl’s foolishness. Carol laid down next to her and found herself scrambling for words as to not fade into awkward silence. Her search ended when as a mutter broke the stillness in the room.

“You’re amazing.”

“Pfft, no I’m not.” Carol was known to uphold a confident demeanor, one that naturally excuded self assurance. However, Brandy had a way of reducing her to a bundle of nerves.

Brandy turned her head to face hers, giving her a stare.

“I’m serious. You are, like, dangerously amazing. I-“

She was cut short by the dinging of an alarm clock. Rolling her eyes, she got up to shut it off.

“Damn thing’s broken again.”

Carol gulped at the sight of the numbers of the clock.

“5? Is that right? It’s 5?”

“Yeah,” Brandy sighed, putting her hands onto her hips. “should be.”

“God damn it!” Carol cursed, jumping out of the messy bed. “Fucking shit, fucking Debbie has her stupid gymnastics, and it’s starting, and-“

Brandy’s eyes widened at the sight of her hysteria, but she knew how much her family worshipped her younger sister. It didn’t make her panic any less alarming, but it did make it justified.

“They’re going to fucking kill me.” Carol whined, fearing the inevitable wrath of her parents.

“Shh. Babe. Get there in the middle of it, they won’t even notice you’ve been gone.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? That my parents don’t give enough of a shit about me to notice my presence?”

Brandy kissed Carol on the forehead, “If it gets you out of trouble, then yes, it should.”

Carol gathered a small smile. “Well of course, because then I can see you.”

The taller girl smirked, “Exactly.”

“It’s shit we have to sneak around like this anyway. Barb gets to eat her boyfriend’s face in the middle of the hallway.”

“Ways of the world.” Brandy sighed, pulling out a cigarette. She brought it to her mouth and lit it, avoiding looking at Carol as she left.

Carol frowned. “You and your cancer sticks…can you look at me?”

“You shouldn’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Brandy responded. “Besides, we all have our bad habits. As for looking at you, it’s just hard when you just always…fuck off.”

Carol put on her coat. “Not my fault.” She muttered as she leaned up to her girlfriend. “I’d never leave you if it were up to me.” She laid a kiss on her lips and ran out the door.

“Bullshit.” Brandy mumbled, not meaning for Carol to hear it.

Carol, already halfway through the door, cheered back, “Bulltrue!”

Brandy’s eyes flickered, she always took to loving that dumb little phrase of hers. “Carol, I-“ interrupted by the door slam, she sighed, “think I’m in love with you.”

Carol, again, wasn’t mean to hear that. She did.

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[also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15591639/chapters/36199719]

Feel free to give me feedback, I love reading comments on what I write. Thanks for reading!

(sidenote: I’m aware Carol has scenes where’s she smoking, but those were all in Litchfield so in this storyline she doesn’t start smoking until then.)

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The Best and Worst in Me (Young!Carol x Female OC)

Chapter 5: Jawbreaker

Summary: The Origin of Carol’s love of jawbreakers.

Note: Thank you for all the positive feedback I’ve been receiving! It means a lot. This is kind of a short chapter, school has started up for me so I thought I’d kind of write a sidebar type thing because who doesn’t want more of these two? Anyway, enjoy!

Carol stepped off the foul smelling bus that took her to school every morning, and onto the pavement in front of the school. She watched Barb run off with her equally-superficial friends as leaned herself up against a pillar, like she always did.

The girl she was expecting ran up to her, exhilarated to see her as always. “Hey!” Brandy spoke in a stuffy voice.

Carol smiled, looking up to Brandy’s brown eyes. They were particularly red today, leading Carol to ask, “Are you…high right now?”

Brandy laughed at the question, responding with a single word reply. “Allergies.”

It was spring now and the pollen was particularly high, so Carol understood. “Oh, yeah. I never get those. Debbie does, but my parents make her take pills that get rid of them. She hates taking those pills.”

Brandy nodded. “Yeah, I’d take some but they knock me out or at the least turn me into a zombie.”

“You know there’s ones that don’t have to make you tired, right? Debbie takes those so she can still practice.”

Brandy shook her head. “Nah, I kinda like it. Takes the edge of my stress. Plus if I asked my parents for special medicine, even for allergies, they’d probably go ballistic and send me to get drug tested.”

Carol pitied Brandy just as much as she envied her. At least Carol talked to her parents, but the downside was her parents talked to her as well. Mostly about Debbie or how her own shortcomings. She supposed neither situation were ideal, and had their own set of pros and cons (mostly cons).

“I could get you some.” Carol suggested.

“It’s okay. It’s really not a problem.” Brandy replied, beginning to walk in the school.

She and Carol walked towards the more crowded of the hallways close to the entrance. If they visited the mostly vacant one, they’d just have to watch straight couples eating eachother’s faces off.

After ten minutes of small talk, they said their goodbyes and left to walk to their first period class, expecting the bell to ring soon.

“Dyke bitch.” A boy jeered behind Carol. Carol heard the comment aimed towards her, but she chose to ignore it and keep walking. She couldn’t ignore Brandy’s response though.

“Fuck did you say?” Brandy seethed, grabbing the kid by the collar of his shirt.

“I said your ugly girlfriend is a dyke bitch. And so are you.”

Brandy was practically fuming by now. “Wrong answer.” She punched the kid in the jaw, causing him to fall to the ground. Blood began to spill on the floor and jaws began to drop around them.

“Don’t you ever talk to her like that again. Or anyone else for that matter.” Brandy spoke as she held her weight over him. All eyes were on her, but she looked briefly only at one set of eyes. Carol stood from a distance, in awe of what had just occurred.

It didn’t take long for teachers to rush to the boy’s aid and for administrators to grab Brandy by the arms to drag her away. She tried to keep her eyes down, but she could feel that Carol wasn’t going to look away. Neither would anyone else for that matter, but she didn’t care about anyone else.

Brandy told them the kid had harassed a girl, trying not to get Carol involved. They didn’t care, she had punched him and she was going to pay the consequences. It was two hours before she even wiped the blood off of her knuckles, and two more before she received a three-week suspension. She was lucky to not receive an expulsion, as she has broken the kid’s jaw.

Brandy wasn’t remorseful about what she’d done, but she had definitely picked the wrong day to do it. Usually her mother would brush this sort of thing off, just telling her she had to find somewhere else to be during the school day for the next three weeks. Her father, however, added a few bruises to her collection. She was used to it by now, but it still hurt.

The next day Carol Denning was at her doorstep, at 2:45, meaning she had to have come straight from school.

Brandy opened the door, to frantic apologizing, “I’m so sorry you got in trouble. You didn’t have to defend me like that, I can handle-“

Brandy took the opportunity to shove a jawbreaker in her mouth, causing Carol to give her a puzzled look.

“I figured you’d come over, and I know you have a sweet tooth. There’s no need to apologize so there’s a jawbreaker,” she smirked. “from your favorite jawbreaker.”

Carol blushed as she began to suck on the piece of candy. Jawbreakers were now Carol’s favorite sweet.

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The Best and Worst in Me (Young!Carol x Female OC)

Chapter 4: Not-Girlfriends

Summary: The words Carol weren’t supposed to hear are driving her crazy and she decides to confront Brandy about it. Mostly fluff with smut at the end of the chapter.

Note: Okay, so this chapter is mostly fluff but there IS a smut scene at the end so if you’re uncomfortable with that it starts at “i would hope not”. Hope you enjoy!

Carol twisted a bracelet around her wrist as she listened to the monotone voice of her physics teacher. It had been a month, and she and Brandy had still yet to speak of the words that came out of Brandy’s mouth.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

First of all, no one loved Carol, let alone was in love with her. It didn’t make any sense.

Second of all, how can you say that and not speak of it? Carol supposed it wasn’t exactly Brandy’s fault because Carol likely wasn’t even supposed to hear it. It drove her nuts nonetheless.

“Miss Denning.”

Carol suddenly realized she was in the room alone with her teacher. The bell had rung and she was still here daydreaming about her Brandy.

She got up quickly, wanting as many seconds of awkwardness avoided as possible. The next bell rung, signally it was time for her to go to her next class. It was on the other side of the building, so she was sure to be late. She didn’t really care, seeing as she was very rarely late to class. One time couldn’t hurt.

As Carol walked in she was greeted with a disapproving stare from her teacher. Carol ignored it and took a seat, as she resumed her train of thought. Nothing had really changed between the two girls, and usually Carol would be happy of the fact. The words just could not leave her alone though.

Instead of taking the bus home, Carol walked to Brandy’s house after school. She rang the doorbell and waited anxiously, she was going to solve this.

Brandy opened the door, her wavy brown locks running down her shoulders and her arm resting upon the wall. She eyed Carol up and down and motioned towards the house.

“Come in.”

The house reeked of cigarettes. Carol was never one to mind the smell of cigarette smoke, but this was overbearing. Both of Brandy’s parents smoked, leaving her little brother to be the only non-smoker in the family. It wasn’t uncommon for the time, but Carol still wasn’t quite used to it.

Brandy took Carol by surprise and grabbed her neck, kissing her roughly on the lips. Carol always enjoyed physical affection from her, but she found herself pushing her back.

“No-no, that’s, not why I came over.”

Brandy raised her eyebrows. “No?”

Carol sighed. “No.” She bit her lip anxiously and began to sway back and forth. “I wanted to ask you something.”

Brandy sat down on her couch. “The floor is yours.”

“Remember that night, that you came to Debbie’s meet…to bring me that beanie?”

Brandy pulled a cigarette pack out from under the couch cushion. “Of course.” She pulled a cigarette out of it and pulled her red lighter out of her coat pocket.

“When I left your house, I think I heard you-“ Carol shook her hands nervously. “say something.”

Brandy lit the cigarette, or rather tried to. The lighter could not hold a flame. “And what would that be?”

Carol knew it was better to just rip the bandaid off, stumbling over her words wouldn’t do any good. “You said that you’re in love with me.”

Brandy began agressively trying to light the cigarette, flicking the lighter on, off, and on again. It was clear she wanted to change the subject, but it was unclear how lighting a cigarette would do so.

Carol held Brandy’s wrist, stopping her frantic attempts of getting the lighter to work. “Listen to me, please. I just-“ Brandy looked up at Carol, it was obviously harder for her than it was for Brandy. “-need to know.”

Brandy slowly set down the cigarette and looked off into the distance, looking at Carol was going to make this way harder. “Look, I’m sorry you heard that. You weren’t meant to. I just-I don’t know. I guess I caught feelings, and I’m sorry, and that’s my fault, and I understand if you-“

Carol stopped her from continuing, kissing her on the lips. “I-I love you too.” She looked like a child on christmas morning. “No one’s ever-no one’s ever loved me before.” Carol whispered, clearly taken aback by Brandy’s response.

Brandy’s heart broke for her, but she picked herself together quickly and smiled. “Well, I do.”

Carol smiled widely, her eyes lighting up. She sat down next to Brandy, laying her head on her shoulder. “So,” Carol began laughing, half joking and half waiting for an answer. “What are we?”

The two girls burst into laughter, knowing the question was so cliché. The laughing faded and Brandy turned her head to face Carol’s. “I don’t know. I mean I don’t know how it works between two girls.”

“Couldn’t you just call me your girlfriend?” Carol asked.

“No, that’s too lame. In high school, girlfriend means I take you to football games then ditch you to hang out with my friends, hold your hand in the hallway and cheat on you with your sister.” Brandy replied and pulled her feet up to the couch . “No, you’re not my girlfriend. You’re my…”

“What, your, not, girlfriend?” Carol jibed playfully.

“Yeah.” Brandy smiled. “My not-girlfriend.”

Carol was only joking but the thought of meaning something to someone was, put simply, heaven.

“Okay, not-girlfriends it is.” Carol beamed, extending her hand.

The two girls shook hands, as if they were agreeing on a business compromise. They both broke into blissful laughter, completely content in the moment.

Brandy turned to Carol, with a serious look on her face. “Really though, would never fuck your sister. Even I have standards.”

“I would hope not.” Carol laughed, kissing her on the lips. “You’re all mine.” Carol coaxed, changing her tone rather quickly. She wrapped her legs around Brandy, kissing her roughly.

Brandy pulled her head back, “Not what you came over here for, huh?” She teased.

“Shut up.” Carol said, rolling her eyes.

“Make me.” Brandy simpered.

Carol smirked, leaning down to kiss her roughly once again. She began to kiss her neck, leaving hickies as she went. All hell would break loose if Brandy were to do the same, but lucky for her, Brandy’s family would barely see her face, let alone her neck, and she was known to be promiscuous anyway.

She began to lower her kisses down to her torso until she got down to her destination. Brandy bit her lip, obviously turned on. She took off her leggings and underwear, exposing herself to Carol. Carol wasted no time and began going down on her. Brandy moaned in pleasure, causing Carol to pick up her pace. She sucked on Brandy’s clit as her hips bucked up.

“Oh, you taste so good.” Carol spoke as she pushed her hands up her (not) girlfriend’s shirt. She twisted her nipples, making her yelp in both pain and pleasure. Carol kept going, relentlessly, until Brandy was practically screaming. Her body jerks became more violent, as she was on the edge.

“Say my name.” Carol ordered. Brandy was quick to obey as she shouted Carol’s name through her climax. Once she was through, she sat up as she caught her breath.

Carol leaned back, quite satisfied with herself. She was ready to give some smug remark until she heard Brandy speak.

“My turn.”

Carol didn’t have time to speak as Brandy smashed her lips against hers. Brandy bit Carol’s lips until they bled. If she couldn’t leave hickies, she had to make up for it somehow, didn’t she?

She began to grope Carol’s breasts, riding her hips against hers. She was still sore from her recent orgasm but pleasuring her (not) girlfriend was way more important. She slipped her fingers into Carol’s jeans, rubbing her clit hard. Carol began moaning and muttering curse words, it just felt so good.

Brandy unbuttoned and unzipped Carol’s jeans to give her more room to work with. She pushed the coffee table across the room, and laid her down.

She continued to bite Carol’s lip as she slipped her fingers inside of her. She did it with ease, as Carol was soaking wet. Brandy started slow and rhythmic. Just as Carol got comfortable, Brandy started going harder and faster, thrusting her fingers in and out of her quickly. She looked into Carol’s eyes, which were rolling backwards in pleasure, and her bleeding lips from which moans escaped from. She could feel Carol begin to shake so she picked up the pace, making sure to hit the spots that drove Carol crazy.

As her (not) girlfriend climaxed, Brandy felt her convulse around her fingers, quickly and then slowly. Carol let out a large breath and stared back up at Brandy.

“I really do fucking love you.”

Brandy grinned. “Not as much as I do you.”