Does This Darkness Have A Name? Is It Your Name?

The story of Beth, a deceptively messed up girl, turned into a red letter broken mess of a victim. But when you've already survived Hell, what's left to fear? Love. Maybe... Maybe Love.... (NSFW, DARK, EXCLUSIVE, BETH RP, 18+)

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4x0hxnxroll said: [ dry ] your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc .

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Guess who were back to PLAYING WITH FIRE again? Only this time, it wasn’t BETH that would be burned. Well, maybe she would, if word got out. But something told her Emily’s father would NOT want that to happen. The duo had just finished up in the Davis family pool, and maybe the Washington rebel had been starting to see the BENEFITS, to hot water and wine. Suffice to say, they duo had gotten a LITTLE BIT TIPSY. (OR WASTED.) And, after dragging herself out the water with LIMITED TIME before parents got back, Beth found herself a little... INCAPABLE of toweling herself off. Balance shot, floor slippery, and movements SLUGGISH, she eventually gave in to defeat. Holding out said towel to Emily and asking for assistance. Go figure what happened when you mixed CLOSETED LUST, ALCOHOLIC INEBRIATION, BETH IN A BIKINI, & EMILY TOUCHING HER BODY. Beth felt... GOOD. But anxiety grew in her stomach all the same. Knowing at any point their fun day could be turned into a DISASTER. “Thank ya for doin’ this, Ems.” Slurred words paired with a gentle  hum as hands continued making quick work of scrubbing her body dry, her own arms slinging LAZILY around Emily’s neck.

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Beth’s rebellious nature had long since bred extensive empathy for any and all animals in her life. With her father being a hunter -- And quite a RUTHLESS ONE AT THAT -- Something within her struggled out to UNDERMINE his ideologies and PROTECT animals. As such, she avoided adopting pets, for fear their father would somehow find a way to use them for his own purposes. Downright REFUSED to go hunting with Bob and Josh. And, yes, she’d gotten into the habit of placing bugs outside. Not that any of this was born of philosophy. Beth was no activist by any stretch of the imagination. Rather just a SPITEFUL BRAT who never, ever wanted to be anything like her father. (OR BROTHER...) Which was probably for the best considering how many bugs she’d had to kill when trapped down in the mines.

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“My PARENTS call me Bethany.” Mostly when they were MAD AT HER. Typically because Hannah, Josh, or BOTH of her siblings had fucked THEIR LIVES up yet again, and it fell on Beth’s shoulders to be the GROWN UP while their father ran around Hollywood showing off his literal TROPHY WIFE like it somehow validated his insanely inflated egomania. “And last I checked, you’re not my mom OR my dad.” Brow threaded. Man, how fucking wasted WAS Emily tonight?  Girl looked like a drunken worm with special needs, right now. But, at least, that had to be a good sign for the party, going by Emily’s metric. If it was SHIT, she’d already have been home three hours ago. “I don’t think that’s how physics works. But thank you for thinking of me.” Thankfully, sarcasm would likely be lost on the wasted land crawler even if the bitch was SOBER due to sheer narcissism. Because Beth did NOT advertise mirth in her vocal patterns all that  efficiently. “Oh my God, fine, I’ll help you up. But ONLY because you called me Beth.” THAT was a bit of a bold-faced lie. Emily and Beth had a bit of a, uh, COMPLICATED relationship. Like… FACEBOOK COMPLICATED. Beth couldn’t quite hate Emily as much as her sister expected her to. And when chips were down, it was hard for the empathetic brunette to NOT let concern win out over the PETTY WAR Hannah waged over the affections of Michael Munroe. Even now, Beth played with FIRE. And she was the only bitch who could get burned. “It means that the next time I need help from you, WITHIN REASON, you’re not allowed to say NO.” Next question: What the fuck constituted ‘within reason’? Beth didn’t have a clue. They’d just… Define that when it happened, she supposed.

“Kinda cute? Oh God, KILL ME NOW.” Beth wasn’t exactly one for ROMANCE. And something about being remembered for being CUTE left a somewhat bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, deep down, she appreciated the compliment ALL THE SAME. (Maybe she was just GUARDED.) “E-Emily?” Girl was back to being intoxicated, and it damn sure SEEMED like it wasn’t with BOOZE this time around. Hot breath cascaded across flushing chest, leaving Beth having to catch hers. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Unbelievable.” ENTIRELY BELIEVABLE, but the change of topic helped distract from the fact that the person her very own sister hated most in ALL OF THE UNIVERSE was practically at second base with her. “Ah, ngh, fuck!!” Gasps of pain when Emily dug nails DEEP into flesh. Girl got HANDSY when drunk, so it would seem. (And it would also seem as if Beth kind of LIKED IT. But now was SO NOT THE TIME for THAT particular identity crisis.) “Emily, you do know WHO you’re digging your nails into, right?” Likely. But then the question became: WHY?!

Admittedly, A LITTLE BIT of the thrill waned when Emily brought up JESS. Wait, thrill? Wait, why the fuck did JESS matter? Jesus, Beth had to get a HOLD OF HERSELF. “Oh, so you leave track marks in Jess’s flesh, too?” Brow raised. Was she teasing Emily or seeking VALIDATION? “Man, Mike sounds like a jerk.” Just the TRUTH. Breath still labored, even with her ego taking a hit she still had someone face deep in her bra. Probably a poor day to wear one of her LOOSER band shirts. “Oh, so not only are you fine with me smacking my face off the floor, but you don’t care if Hannah murders me?” As mentioned before, Beth’s tone never did great with conveying SARCASM. Maybe cause a lot of what she said always had some SMALL element of TRUTH? Like, sure she was JOKING here, but it really did kinda hurt that she was babysitting Emily’s drunken ass and she basically just said Hannah could kill her so long as she could use Beth’s tits as PILLOWS first. “Man, for someone nearly motor-boating my tits, you are TERRIBLE at flirting.” Still there was something… kinda NICE about the way Emily further tightened her vice-snug. “Safer? You’re aware– Ah, Emily?!” Gasp of shock. (Of pleasure…) When something slipped between her legs, pressuring her core. FUCK. That was NOT expected or planned. And Beth found herself shifting without really knowing whether it was INTENTIONAL. Which thankfully meant Emily couldn’t know either. (The way panties dampened could be blamed on BIOLOGY.) “A-Aware that you just said I was at risk of being murdered by my sister. And that your thigh is pressed against my–”

’OH, DAMMMN, EMS.’ Deescalating whistle actually sent a CRINGE through Beth’s body. She wondered how it affected Emily. Especially considering it was HER BOYFRIEND that had done it. ‘And here I was thinking you only did this with Jessica? Y’know, not that I’m complaining or anything.’ Jesus. This was BAD. But Beth just held her breath, awaiting Emily’s move. Or at least, she WOULD HAVE DONE THAT had another familiar voice not been heard FIRST. ‘Miiike, I got another bottle. Miiiike. I–…’ Infuriated gasp proved all-too-recognizable. Promising the kind of RAGE that most people in their lives didn’t ever get to witness from her older twin. ‘What the hell is happening here?’ Oh… SHIT. She just hoped Emily didn’t throw her under the bus by noting how TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, Beth still held that ONE PARTICULAR FAVOR over Emily’s head and could’ve STOPPED THIS AT ANY POINT. (Which, come to think of it, yeah, that was a good point… GREAT ACTUALLY. Soooo… WHY HADN’T SHE?) Though, it would be curious to see how Hannah spun this… Wouldn’t be surprised if the psycho somehow twisted this into EMILY cheating on MIKE, and BETH betraying HER, and somehow try to worm her way into FINALLY being dicked down by the asshat. She sighed. OUT LOUD. And probably made everything worse. But… It was ALREADY going to be a LOOOOONG NIGHT.

          “Aaaaaaaand?” Perhaps it was the alcohol in her system, but she really wasn’t seeing THE ISSUE, “You know what my mom and dad call me? Emily.” Sarcastic lilt in her tone & a raise of brows. “Yet, YOU still call me that. Are YOU my mom or dad?” Was kinda DIFFERENT. & On some level she knew it. But a name was a name at the end of the day. & Sometimes she just liked to use the full version. She interchanged between Mike & Michael, Jess & Jessica, Han & Hannah, & Ash & Ashley, REGULARLY. That said, if the girl really hated it so damn much…She wouldn’t PUSH IT. (Least not until she was angry — When Em was pissed, the gloves came off). “Ugh. Fine. What–EVER. Just fucking help me, will ya? Or do I gotta call Jess down to drag my ass off the floor?” Blonde was SO FAR GONE, would she even hear her phone? Group had been upstairs, playing a game of Never Have I Ever & taking shots of straight gin. (Not without groans & moans from the resident wine-o) — Her best friend had downed like eight shots in a row, & wound up in the bathroom blowing chunks into the toilet before slumping over on cold tile. & SOMEHOW the honor student had STUMBLED down the stairs & found her way into the living-room where Beth was just chilling out. (Probably gettin’ high or something). “I’ll THINK about it.” Emily Davis wasn’t anyone’s BITCH — She wasn’t gonna just do whatever the Washington twin said, just cause she’d helped her out. 

          “Ugh. Don’t be such an EDGY. BITCH. Take the fucking compliment. Not like I’m givin’ ‘em out to everyone. For fuck’s sake.” & In the NARCISSIST’S mind, the other girl should be GRATEFUL that she’d praised her at all. There was nothing wrong with being “cute” — Especially when SHE was the one who thought you were. Roll of dark eyes & AN INCREDULOUS SNORT into Beth’s chest, “Unbelievable? Seriously? I tell Mike to shut up, like, twenty times a day. At. Least.” It really wasn’t some freakin’ ANOMALY. When someone didn’t listen to her, or do as she said, she’d cruelly shut them down & insult them. World was A BETTER PLACE when people just did whatever she told them to. One day they would all realize that Emily was ALWAYS RIGHT. (Nothing else mattered). “Mmm…” Did she just fucking moan? Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. LASCIVIOUS GROAN had crawled up her throat & slipped past her tonsils against her will — FUCK. This part of her always came out when she was intoxicated. (Usually with Jessica). Was a side of herself that she HATED. More importantly, it was a side of herself that her father would DISOWN. She was…Attracted to women. Figured that out back in freshman year of High School. When the other girls in class started…“Filling out”. For awhile she’d convinced herself she was simply JEALOUS. Em didn’t have the CURVES they did. (Even now, a fully grown woman). A portion of it WAS envy. But, another glaringly obvious portion was…LUST. & By the sounds of it, Beth was feeling the very same way. This was the first time a girl had ever moaned FOR HER. & It felt good. Swollen clit was thrumming painfully against arousal-slick lace. Razor-sharp claws shoveling DEEPER into flesh. “Duuuuhhh? We just went over your name, like a zillion times, honey. ‘Course I know who you are.” 

          “You jealous?” Emily countered, tone a slurred sing-song — She offered neither an answer nor VALIDATION. Really wasn’t any of Beth’s concern if she left track marks all over her bestie’s body. Toothy grin stretched across her face & skeletal shoulders heaved — “Yeah, he’s a total fucking jerk. But, he’s MY jerk.” & She LOVED him. (At least she thought she did – Being her first boyfriend, she didn’t have much to compare it to). Brow dented & her smile FALTERED, “Wait…You’re joking right? Like, Hannah’s kinda, a huge weirdo and all, but she’s not gonna KILL you?” Em anticipated a sibling rivalry & an argument — Perhaps they’d even stop talking. AT WORST. But, literal murder? No. That hadn’t crossed her mind as an option. Weren’t the two of them CLOSE? Didn’t they care about each other? Did the older twin despise Emily so much that she’d…… “I’m so NOT gonna let her murder you. Jesus. Shit. Your sister really is freakin’ nuts, huh?” TBH, the realization that even Beth was scared of her sister, puts her ON EDGE. Hannah sounded fucking insane. & She hated her. & Wanted Michael. If a fight went down, there was a very real possibility that SHE would be the target of the psycho bitch’s HOSTILITY.

          “Mm…Yes, sweetie?” Insults about her flirt-game fell upon deaf ears — Kinda hard to feel like she wasn’t doing a good job when the girl was WRITHING & GASPING beneath her weight. Maybe she wasn’t the best at flattery. & She probably wasn’t great at looking SEXY. (Try as she might). However, biology was biology & the second you added a toned thigh to a pussy through fabric, well — Results were EVIDENT. It really hadn’t been her INTENTION. But, now that she was pressed up against that hot cunt & she’d heard Beth’s reaction, all that…REPRESSED DESIRE was bubbling to the surface. Rock of her pelvis in rhythm with the other girl’s movements,

                                                                                ’OH, DAMMMN, EMS.’

          GRINDING CEASED — Yet, the itsy-bitsy fashionista kept her leg firmly in place. Pressed right up against her “friend” through damp leggings. Wait, were they damp? Emily was gonna convince herself they were ‘cause the thought STROKED HER EGO. “Jeeeesus Michael! Could you be any more thirsty?” Despite the pang in her chest, she chuckled & pulled away from Beth’s cleavage to stare up at him — He looked TURNED ON. & It wasn’t HER he was checking out…Ugh. This was what always happened when he watched Jess & her mess around while drunk. He’d check out her bestie more than his girlfriend. Or worse, sometimes he asked to JOIN. Really did a number on her self-esteem. Made her feel…UNATTRACTIVE & UGLY to him. (Also made her think he was cheating on her). “Save it for after the party, buddy.” Suggestive smirk tugged at full lips & she was drunkenly reaching for her boyfriend’s belt-loop — Was she flirting again? (She was TRYING). Still, very much laying ON TOP of another person.

          “Son of a bitch.” Breathed bitterly into Beth’s flesh when the little nutjob came skipping after Michael — Shoulda expected her to be right on his trail. She always was. FUCKING. STALKER. “Calm your fucking tits, Han.” Asian twisted her emaciated form — Hipbone CLACKING against the girl beneath her as she rolled off her body & plummeted back to the carpeted floor. “Oh, God!” High-pitched WAIL — How was she supposed to fight a bitch in this condition? Luckily, or unluckily, the elder twin’s sights were set on her baby sister. ‘Bethany Washington. You better fucking explain. You know how much I…’ Way Hannah used Beth’s full name like an INSULT, kinda made it clear WHY the girl loathed being called that — Musta been somethin’ her family used when they were SCOLDING her. “She didn’t do anything! Mike, pleeeease!” If anyone could calm the bitch down, it would be her…OBSESSION. Em’s stomach churned at the thought. But, they needed to talk about this rationally. Or, well, as rationally as a bunch of emotionally FUCKED UP teens were capable. “Look. It’s all just, like, this huge misunderstanding.” (Were her words even comprehensible?) “I was, just, drunk and, uh, I couldn’t get up. She helped me and I kinda, like, fell on top of her and shit. That’s all.” 

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“Yes. But YOU haven’t asked ME to NOT call you Emily.” Yeah, Beth was making it official: Her frenemy-at-best had reached new levels of hammered. Girl had always been known for her LOGICAL REASONING & DEDUCTIVE SKILLS. If she couldn’t figure this out, she definitely needed to SOBER UP. Skipping over the hypothetical since her response ALREADY covered it, Beth just snorted. “What, and give her a chance to upload a video called ‘Ems a super noodle?’ on her YouTube channel?” Brow raised, but her voice held a certain lilt of its own to it... Beth TRIED to hide her emotions, but her brain never quite could. Emily liked to enunciate every last bitter barb she spat with MALICIOUS EMPHASIS. Wanted you to KNOW you were being insulted. In much the completely opposite way, Beth’s voice sometimes fluctuated in fear and anxiety. The girl didn’t like coming second. In ANYTHING. She had to be the WINNER. Had to be NOTICED. (No one ever noticed her.) And right now, Emily’s attention was on HER. No way would she let it slip to JESS. Not that Beth truly understood WHY it mattered so much. Maybe just ‘cuz she’d ALREADY felt forgotten. Call it petty. Call it STUPID. But Beth couldn’t help but notice that when everyone else was being asked and, at times, DRAGGED, or, in Hannah’s case, VOLUNTEERING HERSELF, upstairs to play ‘Never Have I Ever’, Beth had been left out. The last few hours had been spent dabbing all to herself. Chilled her out, stopped them from seeing how badly she could OVERREACT in the face of such (mis)perceived REJECTION. If anyone asked after the fact, they’d hear a half-truth about how SOMEONE had to be responsible tonight and stay half-way sober. But maybe she WOULD HAVE joined in had they thought about her at all. Maybe she WANTED TO, God knows. 

A concoction of many sins: Vanity. Wrath. Envy. Greed. Perhaps, Emily’s greatest would be her PRIDE. But then Beth wasn’t any different. “Well, in that case, I’ll THINK about helping you up.” There was no THINK. Beth just DID. And in the ensuing moments might just have come to REGRET IT. (But also be kinda glad it happened. What was wrong with her?) “What? So you’d be happier if I called YOU cute, right now?” Which... She WAS. Sort of. Kinda. A little bit. More than that. “Yes. Unbelievable. I help you up. You fall on me. And THEN tell me to shut up?” Ahhh. The sweet taste of AVOIDANCE. “And Mike’s your boyfriend. And an ASSHOLE.” Any level of tension would be quickly defused by gentle moans of pleasure swapped reluctantly -- INVOLUNTARILY -- Between the girls. Thankfully, neither could afford to PUSH IT RIGHT NOW. But, Beth had a SNEAKING SUSPICION that one of the girls would weaponize this in the future. Likely herself. Call it hypocrisy, or a defense mechanism, but Beth had a way of HOLDING GRUDGES for the purposes of keeping herself SAFE. “Fuckkk, Emmhh.” Head tilted back slightly, eyes rolling upward, lids fluttering with PLEASURE. Jesus. Christ. Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that last dab. Everything felt so OVERWHELMING right now. Though, maybe that had nothing to do with the cannabis in her system, and everything to do with having Emily Marie Davis dig fingernails into steadily crevassing flesh. Hips bucked, but she could pass that off as GETTING COMFY. Especially with how far out of her mind Emily was. “I mean you didn’t call me BETHANY.” 

“Not... Jealous.” Was she jealous? Maybe a little bit? But why? Christ, Beth, snap outta it. Don’t be such a crazy psycho bitch. You’re BETTER THAN THAT. So... Better than her own twin sister? “Just making a point that you’re all up in my business, right now.” WARMTH. In her core. Across her breasts. In each and every place the other girl touched. And maybe blood began to bubble where nails cuts REAL DEEP. Fuck... Beth couldn’t remember a time she felt THIS GOOD. “Well, YOU should find a better jerk.” Wait, she should? Yeah, now it was DEFINITELY the cannabis talking. Or, unthinkably, Beth could very well have been... FLIRTING?! New puddle of appreciation dripped in blood from her heart. (Wow, she really was edgy, huh? Had to be all those punk songs she listened to. Made her think in METAPHORS.) Way Emily actually shifted in composure and outlook, tone growing dare-she-say... PROTECTIVE? And the words that followed, supporting every last thing Beth had perceived that had made her so HAPPY. “We’‘re all kinda a lil nuts in our family.” No word of a lie. Their dad had psychopathic tendencies. Josh schizophrenic. And their mom... Well... Beth and Hannah took after their mom. (ATTENTION WHORES.) “See this?” Hands moved to roll up the long sleeve on her open-collar tee. Revealing quartet of fading scars, reaching variable distances down her arm from elbow to wrist. “We were eight. She couldn’t find the barbie she got for Christmas one year, and thought I stole it cause I was JEALOUS.” Beth hadn’t. Seriously, did she look the BARBIE TYPE? “I’d like to think she wouldn’t, but it could get pretty NASTY.” Small smile as she covered the scar back up. “But thank you... I, uh... I really appreciate that.” Oh, God, Emily was beginning to peel away at Beth’s counterfeit skin. 

Yeah. Biology WAS biology, and apparently biology felt GOOOOD. Way too good. Betray your own sister cause you’re so turned on kinda good. ‘Specially when Emily hummed out and teased her so sensually. Hips ground against one another, and cunt rubbed itself INSTINCTIVELY against Emily’s thigh. YEARNING for friction. “F-Fuck, Ems. This is so fucking wrong...” They were only going to make shit WORSE. But somehow that only made Beth burn NEEDIER. If her pussy lips weren’t slick with arousal before, they damn sure were NOW. They were going to HELL, huh? Suppose  that also meant MIKE was owed somewhat of an APOLOGY. Since he dried her right on up in just two words. “Apparently not, Je--... Sus...” Way Emily pawed at Mike’s belt bred a certain sense of UNEASE within the very girl Emily lay atop. JEALOUSY twisted up her gut nauseously, and she kind of HATED IT. (Definitely HATED IT.) But shit was only JUST beginning to get UNCOMFORTABLE. Michael smirked and hummed out. ‘Ohhh. Alright. Alright. Has m’lady finally changed her mind on that threeway?’ JESUS. FUCKING. CHRIST. THIS DUDE. Did he push for this shit with Hannah? Had that been why Hannah had ever gotten attached to him in the first place? Jesus Wept. But then again, the fact that Emily had instantly set Beth aside -- IN SECOND PLACE -- When Mike was around to grab at with lusty paws, and the idea that Mike wanted to fuck the two of them. FUCK. HER. Somehow weren’t the end of Beth’s problems. Or indeed even the BIGGEST problem. As another shudder-induced breath of hot air whispered curses against Beth’s flesh and signaled the arrival of HANNAH WASHINGTON. 

‘Calm my fucking tits? How about you get OFF my sister’s tits?!' Uh-oh... This really wasn’t good. It wasn’t good AT. ALL. Emily scrambled, only to plummet back to the ground. Was she really putting earlier words into action? ACTUALLY TRYING TO DEFEND HER?! ...Why? She’d have to ask that question later. “Look at her, Hannah! It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that she needed a hand!” Girl wriggled on the floor, failing to find hands and feet, trying to at least get to knees. ‘A hand? FUCK HER, BETH. You know what she’s like! She wouldn’t give YOU a hand if you needed it!!’ Ironic. Considering that was EXACTLY what Emily was trying so desperately to do. By now Hannah had stomped over and, obeying his girlfriend, Mike held out an arm to cut off Hannah’s route. ‘Look, I’m sure they’re right. And this is all just a misunderstanding. How about we all just--’ ‘Bullshit, Mike!! Bullshit!! She’s cheating on you! With MY SISTER!!’ Shrill groan resonated deep within Hannah’s throat. ‘And you’re just gonna let her get away with it?!’ Beth had gotten back to her feet, swallowing hard. Anxiety KNOTTING UP HER STOMACH. There was no fucking way she’d ever hear the end of this. ‘Get away with what? They’re not doing anything. They already told you what happened. Beth helped Emily up and Emily fell on top of her.’ Mike’s efforts were at least admirable, but he was talking to a FUCKING PSYCHO, right now. “Mike, help up Em--” ‘STOP GIVING A SHIT ABOUT EMILY!!’ THWACK. Beth just stood there in the aftermath. Face beginning to glow a harsh red from the slap. Mike had already grabbed at Hannah, restraining her at the waist. ‘Hannah, just, just, Hannah, RELAX.’ Mike had put himself between them, grabbed at Hannah’s cheeks and made her stare into his eyes. ‘Just... Relax...’ And all at once mistakes were made all around. Beth quickly pulled up Emily, and Hannah impulsively LUNGED at Mike, crashing their lips together. 

                                                                                              “HANNAH!!” 

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                                                             “Um. Excuse me, honey?” 

          Though the slap to the back of her hand had been VICIOUS ENOUGH to leave behind a burning red imprint across olive flesh — The damage done, was to Emily’s EGO. Not her body. “You did NOT just smack me.” Derisive scoff. She had half a mind to bring her palm down across one of those pretty cheeks — “Ugh. I was just looking. For fuck’s sake.” & By “looking” she meant; HELPING HERSELF to all of her friend’s belongings. Sifting through her clothes & music & movies. All the while muttering DISGUSTEDLY to herself about how it all sucked — Wasn’t her fault Beth had SHIT TASTE. Last thing she’d reached for had been a box. Nestled behind a hanging disaster of a wardrobe. Guess, the girl was HIDING a little somethin’ somethin’ from her. Stomach lurched at the thought. She didn’t like SECRETS. Jaw went rigid & dark eyes narrowed — Toothpick arms crossing over her flat chest, “What’s in the box, Bethany?” 

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Defensive instinct, FIGHT OR FLIGHT, had taken over Beth. and since running away wouldn’t prevent the very thing she FEARED, her body had moved on its own. Slapping away Emily’s hand with SURPRISINGLY BRUTAL FORCE. “Looking through my private shit.” Pause as her gut kinda just... TWISTED UP. “Ugh. Dammit...” Tiniest morsel of remorse, but no apology forthcoming. Didn’t help that Emily’s voice had that certain TONE to it that she only held when MAD at people. (But then she DID just slap her hand.) “I told you not to call me that!!” Another groan, one foot stomping, fists balled up tight, knuckles glowing bright white. “Look, I’ve let you into my bedroom, let you into my life, let you into my things, dealt with you HATING EVERYTHING ABOUT ME, can you just fucking... LET ME HAVE THIS?!” 

That box held more than a few secrets. And none of them were GOOD. And, sure, maybe she’d hoped for her FAMILY to find them, to NOTICE HER, but Emily could NOT find it. Not like THIS. Hell, not EVER. “I’m sure YOU have more than a few secrets you’re keeping from ME, right?” Avoidance... But when the only person to seemingly give a shit about her was seconds away from finding her little black book, stolen meds, and the toys her very own brother had purchased for her... She might be able to pass the FIRST off as a diary. And Emily might respect that. She’d probably kinda FIGURED that Beth had addictions BEYOND weed. (Though they’d be in for a pretty big talk all the same.) But the toys? How would she react to them? They got kinda... SADISTIC... Fuck... Her stomach CHURNED, skin blanching. She wanted, maybe NEEDED to vomit. Mixture of trauma, dread, disgust, self-loathing, all things BAD cramping up. Making her wanna curl up and DIE. Tiniest shift of closed fist to aching stomach. Voice growing softer. “Please just drop it, Em...” 

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

[xthefxrgxttenx]

@4x0hxnxroll​ said : 🤝 + Beth & Emily

texts the other memes at 3 am: 

Neither girl really does this all too seriously, because Emily puts on a much more serious persona she wishes she had to. And Beth just isn’t funny. And if it does happen, it’s done semi-ironically, or at least so they claim, because, God, who sends each other MEMES at 3 in the morning? Which, to that end, despite not being traditionally funny, Beth is the more likely candidate between the two, especially earlier on until Emily feels able to show her dorkier/nerdier aspects to Beth. And the more Beth grows attached, the less and less ironic (and more and more frequent) the memes become. Such is the way of being a walking fucking paradox. But again, with all that sad, it’s not a hugely integral component of their friendship/relationship. And is more just a “Man, I’m fuckin’ bored, can you believe I’m looking up memes about a fuckin’ llama who kidnapped a child? Help me.’ kind of escape.

tries to convince the other to do an idea that definitely sounds questionable:

Both, but for entirely different reasons. Beth is the more unstable wildchild of the two, digging through her brother’s medicine drawer, using Chris for weed and coke, barhopping, fooling around with strangers etc. And Beth can start to have that Jess-effect on Emily as their relationship progresses, drawing her out of her more cautious bubble and giving her a chance to live a much louder and more adventurous life than she’d have if Beth wasn’t around. Emily, however, has that weird impulsive need to flirt with temptation, and will, entirely on a whim, in a random fit of courage, dare Beth to do something more intimately personal between the two. The kind of adventure that Beth would herself wouldn’t ever be able to initiate. (Like kiss her panties in the living room half naked after texting Sam to come help them.) 

is the designated driver and who always gets wasted:

This depends on the night, to be honest, and often just doesn’t happen at all. Beth can be responsible when she wants. And at times can feel almost COMPELLED to be. So if she knew Emily was gonna be off her face smashed and vulnerable, she’d definitely be a designated driver and stay sober enough to keep her safe. But then, I also kind of feel like once Emily starts to notice how weirdly repressed yet impulsive Beth truly is, she’d actually  want to be a designated driver for Beth once in a while so she can not ONLY get wasted, but also get wasted with SOMEONE WHO CARES. However, absent those exceptions, both girls are likely to just get an uber home because rich and fuck life.

always has to host the impromptu sleepover:

BETH. BETH BETH BETH BETH. BETHBETHBETH. BETHHHH. Emily’s dad is an absolute fucking cunt and while he’s more fond of Beth and Hannah on the surface than their brother, Josh, he’s still a bit of an ABSOLUTE FUCKING CUNT. Emily’s parties are therefore ALWAYS meticulously planned, to make sure her dad isn’t out and that she has MORE than enough time to safely clean up before he gets back. Beth, meanwhile... Sure, Beth’s dad might also be a bit of an absolute fucking cunt, but at least he’s an absolute fucking cunt who DOESN’T FUCKING CARE. Her parents spend more time across the national border than in their home country of Canada. Their house is often vacant, save for Josh and Hannah, who are usually always down for getting shit faced, too. Post-Game, Beth has her own little apartment she lives in that Emily could honestly move into if you needed.

who’s netflix account gets mooched off of:

Actually, in a rare turn of events, its BETH who has her account mooched off of. This is due to Emily’s dad paying for her Netflix and being a lot more strict with what he qualifies as APPROPRIATE for his should-be prodigy of a daughter. Beth’s account, however, is paid for by a dad who could literally give zero shits what Beth watches so long as she stays outta trouble. So Emily can safely watch anything she wants on Beth’s Netflix without being judged or berated by her father. (Though she sometimes has to lie to Hannah and Josh about just exactly WHO is mooching. I mean, come on, when is Beth Freakin’ Washington going to watch CELEBRITY MASTERMIND?) Post-Game, however, might be a different story... (As in, Beth kinda estranges herself from her parents and that sweet free money, and Emily might give Beth her pass and then just blame Beth when Henry wonders who the fuck watched an entire season of Sex and The City overnight.) Once Emily also gets cut off, they find the money for an account between themselves.

brings all the snacks and who supplies the movie:

Emily supplies the movie. With two very specific exceptions. Those exceptions being: 1. When its an early premier or pre-release of one of Beth’s dad’s productions. He’s a bit of a narc and LIKES to have any and all eyes he can to appreciate his psychotic masterpieces. And sometimes Beth genuinely likes some of his films and just wants to watch one once in a while. 2. If Beth is super pushy or passionate about a specific movie, Emily will cave but she won’t hide her feelings. If it’s shit she WILL bitch about it. And if it’s REALLY SHIT, she’ll pull the “I wish Jess was here” card. As for snacks... It’s typically Beth because Emily is full anorexic and unlikely to bring anything “snacky” to begin with, and Beth kind of has this weird obsession with eating with people/people watching her eat. So bringing snacks that Emily might wanna eat with her brings Beth a bizarre sense of joy.

is usually the first one to say sorry after a fight:

Beth. Though only if she genuinely sees that she was in the wrong. Both girls are pretty stubborn and guarded like that, but I do feel like Beth would break first, especially later in the relationship when she’s more obsessed. That being said, Emily also has a pretty quiet GUILTY STREAK that sparks up in game. During the pre-order bonus scene she ends up being pretty apologetic/grateful to Matt for handling her “high-maintenance” self, and she is downright terrified and blaming herself in her better Matt endings. And even if this is sometimes rooted in insecurity, I do think she’d be capable of having those moments with Beth as well, provided Beth had shown extensive enough loyalty through a lot of conflict/drama.

is the ‘ mom friend ‘:

Errrrrrr... Kind of see the bit about the designated driver. It’s kind of the same deal, honestly. Beth is repressed mom having a quiet quarter life crisis. Therefore she sometimes takes care of Emily. Emily is a repressed everything who actually does have a soft side beneath that icy fortress, and would feel bad for Beth and wanna let her be a wild child in safety. But then both are also royally fucked up and might just say fuck it all and get wasted and wake up inside each other panties on a park bench one night. That being said, Emily kind of has the encouraging mother role when it comes to Beth’s insecurities, namely her leg and her eating habits. While Beth is sort of Emily’s tough loving mother when Emily is making stupid mistakes like wanting to call Mike at two in the morning when she can’t even stand without using Beth as a crutch. So it really does just sort of depend on the situation and whether one or both of them are going through psychological bullshit at the times.

calls the other at 12 am to wish the other a happy birthday without fail:

I actually don’t know, to be honest. I feel like it would happen, and both would do it almost ritualistically after the first time, but the first time would either be: 1. Emily because she’s actually secretly super organized in life and might genuinely know certain birthdays of certain friends and just do it on impulse one day. Possibly while drunk. Probably while drunk. 2. Beth would do it out of a need to make Emily feel noticed and special once she learns about the true depths of Emily’s insecurities and need for validation and fear that no one would actually give a shit about her birthday if SHE didn’t make a big deal out of it to begin with. Which really it just depends who does it first. I don’t think either is so romantic or sappy to always do it outright. But once it IS done, if at all, then I feel they’d both do in return for the other doing it. LOYALTY & RECIPROCATION.

is the better wingman to the other:

Ummmm... Emily. Definitely Emily. It has to be Emily. Which, that isn’t to say that Emily is a GOOD wingman. It’s to say that Beth honestly COULDN’T wingman for Emily because Beth could never, ever, EVER be able to overcome her own insecurities to willingly guide attention to someone other than herself. Especially when maybe she herself has a small crush on Emily and wants to fuck her and have Emily’s attention all on HER. (It’s definitely not a SMALL crush.) Emily, meanwhile, would probably deflectively (during) or indifferently (early on) wingwoman for Beth because she’s not allowed to be gay and she spends a lot of time hung up on Mike. THAT BEING SAID: Post-Game, I genuinely don’t think Emily would be able to wingman for Beth either.

‘ the strong must protect the sweet ‘ , who’s the ‘ strong ‘ and who’s the ‘ sweet ‘:

HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?! The bitches protect each other. You scratch my back, I’ll scratch yours. (Maybe literally.) That’s why they’re both designated drivers or moms at different times. That’s why Beth lets Emily use her netflix or stay over. That’s why Emily would at all want to take care of Beth during wild nights out. That being said, I do think, by literal definition, that Emily is physically stronger than Beth (especially post-game due to muscular dystrophy and her fucked up leg post-mine) while Beth might be sweeter than Emily. at least on the surface. But yeah, it’s again SITUATIONAL, based on whether one needs PROTECTING or one needs to be CARED FOR.

pulls the other up for karaoke to sing a duet together:

Oh. It’s Beth. Let’s be real. No fucking way does Emily do karaoke voluntarily. Meanwhile, Beth is a wildchild, as stated, and more importantly she LOVES noise -- ESPECIALLY MUSIC. Hell, it’s her FAVORITE NOISE, even. (Apart from Emily moaning. AHEM.) So Beth would absolutely drag Emily up for karaoke, even if Emily was bitching about it every frictional heel-scrape of the way. The ONLY example possible where Emily takes Beth on stage is out of SPITE. If Jess or Mike or Matt or Hannah has pissed her off sufficiently, maybe peer-pressured her into it, and Emily wants to HURT them. And depending on the specific atmosphere, Beth might just be up for being Emily’s metaphorical blade.

[queennymeria]

Hey! Did you see that? Dad said it’d just be us this weekend.

[4x0hxnxroll]

xthefxrgxttenx :

Awwwww. Emily was calling out to her like a drunken, uh… SOMETHING. (Beth wasn’t exactly SOBER – Just, less drunk than everyone else.) Wait. Why was that cute? Wait, WHAT?! BETHANY?! Visible grimace pulled at her lips to reveal rows of whitened teeth. “Please don’t call me that.” Only her PARENTS’ called her that. And they only seemed to call her name when blaming her for the fucked up heads of her at-times-tiresome siblings. “You know what? I don’t know if I CAN help. What if I fall down, too? Then there’s TWO PEOPLE who might hit their face on something.” Words spoken in jest, just to see how Emily would react. “Okay, okay, but you OWE ME ONE.” Finally moving to aid her (literally) fallen comrade, she begun to hoist Emily back to a two-footed base, seething out through gritted teeth when black nails dug right into the back of her hand. But something proved… CURIOUSLY WRONG… About the whole act. For a certain air of BREATHLESSNESS came about the twin sister when nails shoveled indentations into veins, sparking pleasure along sensitive nerves. Eyes snapped wide in shock, and maybe a little bit of panic, even though it had to be ILLOGICAL for Emily to have picked up on the little catch of oxygen in her throat. PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE. And just like that, the girl tripped heel-over-toes, crashing against the very sofa she’d so MOCKINGLY called home earlier. “Goddammit, Emily, I–…”

                                                                             GULP. 

Glance down to find Emily’s face a mere hair’s breadth from her tits. Gasp most definitely evident this time around – But it had to be EASIER to explain and MORE UNDERSTANDABLE… Right? ”Whoa, Nellie is right, Jesus.” Small smile dared to tug at the corners of Beth’s mouth. Even despite the emotional distance kept by the two girls over the years. ESPECIALLY over the LAST YEAR. Beth had to admit, Emily smiling – GENUINELY SMILING – And giggling to herself like the CUTEST DORK, was, well… CUTE. Insanely so. But quiet intimacy lasted all of five seconds before their intimacy became very, VERY loud. Hands roams and bodies pressed and shivers shuddered and– “W-What do you think you’re–” Oh, God! “Oh… God…” Another gasp, another gulp. Maybe it was about damn time that Beth started believing in God. Or, at least, stopped taking his name in vain. Hot breath danced and twirled along PALLID, BONE-JAGGED, SKIN, with free hands hanging loose in suspension. Where the Hell did she PUT THEM? The couch itself. Emily’s waist? Fuck… Fuck! She kind of wanted to put them on Emily’s waist. Oh, God. What if Hannah found them right now? Fuck. Why had she even bothered? Fuck, fuck, fuck. “FUCK…” She hadn’t intended to curse out loud. “N-No, Emily. We… We shouldn’t. What would Michael think if he saw you like this? God, Hannah would KILL ME if she found us lay together. Kill us BOTH.” Worst part? Beth even kind of believed that. At the very least, she certainly didn’t wanna TEST IT. “Let’s just go up to my bedroom and we can cuddle ‘til you pass out, okay?”

                                                 WAIT THE FUCKING WHAT NOW?!?!

          “Don’t call ya what? Beth? Bethany? Isn’t that your fucking name?” Wriggling mess of a girl WHINED LOUDLY from the carpeted floor — Chin rubbing raw against wool with each violent jerk of her body. She musta looked FUCKING RIDICULOUS. Thank God Jess had already passed out hours ago. Otherwise the bitch would be recording her right about now — Another video to post up onto her stupid Youtube channel. Her bestie was kinda obsessed with pulling pranks & HUMILIATING the people she claimed to LOVE. (Jessica Riley didn’t know the definition of love – Literally). “But, like, you can, you know, protect me from smacking MY face on somethin’. Cause I can, like, use your face as a shield.” Half-joke, half-serious. Emily Davis was a NARCISSIST to her very core & so long as it wasn’t gonna kill the other girl, she’d happily let her take the DAMAGE. “Beeeeeeeeeth! Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth! Beth!” She could do this ALL NIGHT. & She would have if the other hadn’t surrendered. A more sober honor student mighta worried that the others would hear her & come rushing down — Then again, that would require them actually GIVING A SHIT about her. “I OWE you one? What’s that s’posed to mean?” Condescension dripped off her tongue with the words & she had half a mind to tell Beth to GO FUCK HERSELF. If she were capable of standing on her own & she wasn’t bordering on blacking out, she probably WOULD HAVE. But, Emily Davis DID NOT sleep on fucking floors. She had class & dignity & grace & — She was PLUMMETING. 

          Intoxicated & self-consumed brain made the teensy-weensy fashionista virtually BLIND & DEAF to whatever physical & vocal reactions Beth was having — All she really knew was, despite how bony the forgotten Washington sibling is, she’s still softer & comfier than the freakin’ floor. She actually has a nice, full pair of—MORE LAUGHTER at her friend’s bitching. “Kinda cute when you get all grumpy. You know that?” (Wait what? What the fuck did she just say?) — “Mmmghshuuuup.” UNINTELLIGIBLE GROAN was released hotly across the other’s throat & cleavage — (Sounded a lot like ‘shut up’). Daggers she called nails burrowed into prominent shoulder-blades through thin, cheap fabric. She’d never, for the life of her, understand why a girl whose family owned a MOTHERFUCKING MOUNTAIN, chose to wear crappy band shirts for funsies. 

          Snort & a roll of her eyes as she nuzzled deeper into the curve of Beth’s breasts. “Michael isn’t gonna give a shit, honey. Trust me. Jess and I cuddle like this ALL the time when we’re drunk.” (One of the only people Em felt safe & comfortable snuggling with). “He’s a guuuuy. He loves it. Not like we’re FUCKING or anything.” Pause in contemplation & a shrug of small shoulders, “Actually, he’d probably like THAT too.” Now Hannah, she was a whole ‘nother story. One that her twin sister was quick to point out, “Oh yeah, Hannah will, like, TOTALLY kill you if she finds you…You know, LITERALLY sleeping with the enemy. Or whatever.” Emily’s grip only tightened on Beth when she insisted they go up to her bedroom & cuddle – “Nuh–uhhhh. Don’t wanna.” She sounded like a PETULANT CHILD. “Safer to just stay here. We’ll probably fall down the stairs or somethin’. ‘Sides I’m comfy.” Thigh UNWITTINGLY slipped between her classmate’s legs & pressed flush against her through leggings.

[xthefxrgxttenx]

“My PARENTS call me Bethany.” Mostly when they were MAD AT HER. Typically because Hannah, Josh, or BOTH of her siblings had fucked THEIR LIVES up yet again, and it fell on Beth’s shoulders to be the GROWN UP while their father ran around Hollywood showing off his literal TROPHY WIFE like it somehow validated his insanely inflated egomania. “And last I checked, you’re not my mom OR my dad.” Brow threaded. Man, how fucking wasted WAS Emily tonight?  Girl looked like a drunken worm with special needs, right now. But, at least, that had to be a good sign for the party, going by Emily’s metric. If it was SHIT, she’d already have been home three hours ago. “I don’t think that’s how physics works. But thank you for thinking of me.” Thankfully, sarcasm would likely be lost on the wasted land crawler even if the bitch was SOBER due to sheer narcissism. Because Beth did NOT advertise mirth in her vocal patterns all that  efficiently. “Oh my God, fine, I’ll help you up. But ONLY because you called me Beth.” THAT was a bit of a bold-faced lie. Emily and Beth had a bit of a, uh, COMPLICATED relationship. Like... FACEBOOK COMPLICATED. Beth couldn’t quite hate Emily as much as her sister expected her to. And when chips were down, it was hard for the empathetic brunette to NOT let concern win out over the PETTY WAR Hannah waged over the affections of Michael Munroe. Even now, Beth played with FIRE. And she was the only bitch who could get burned. “It means that the next time I need help from you, WITHIN REASON, you’re not allowed to say NO.” Next question: What the fuck constituted ‘within reason’? Beth didn’t have a clue. They’d just... Define that when it happened, she supposed.

“Kinda cute? Oh God, KILL ME NOW.” Beth wasn’t exactly one for ROMANCE. And something about being remembered for being CUTE left a somewhat bitter taste in her mouth. Yet, deep down, she appreciated the compliment ALL THE SAME. (Maybe she was just GUARDED.) “E-Emily?” Girl was back to being intoxicated, and it damn sure SEEMED like it wasn’t with BOOZE this time around. Hot breath cascaded across flushing chest, leaving Beth having to catch hers. “Did you just tell me to shut up? Unbelievable.” ENTIRELY BELIEVABLE, but the change of topic helped distract from the fact that the person her very own sister hated most in ALL OF THE UNIVERSE was practically at second base with her. “Ah, ngh, fuck!!” Gasps of pain when Emily dug nails DEEP into flesh. Girl got HANDSY when drunk, so it would seem. (And it would also seem as if Beth kind of LIKED IT. But now was SO NOT THE TIME for THAT particular identity crisis.) “Emily, you do know WHO you’re digging your nails into, right?” Likely. But then the question became: WHY?!

Admittedly, A LITTLE BIT of the thrill waned when Emily brought up JESS. Wait, thrill? Wait, why the fuck did JESS matter? Jesus, Beth had to get a HOLD OF HERSELF. “Oh, so you leave track marks in Jess’s flesh, too?” Brow raised. Was she teasing Emily or seeking VALIDATION? “Man, Mike sounds like a jerk.” Just the TRUTH. Breath still labored, even with her ego taking a hit she still had someone face deep in her bra. Probably a poor day to wear one of her LOOSER band shirts. “Oh, so not only are you fine with me smacking my face off the floor, but you don’t care if Hannah murders me?” As mentioned before, Beth’s tone never did great with conveying SARCASM. Maybe cause a lot of what she said always had some SMALL element of TRUTH? Like, sure she was JOKING here, but it really did kinda hurt that she was babysitting Emily’s drunken ass and she basically just said Hannah could kill her so long as she could use Beth’s tits as PILLOWS first. “Man, for someone nearly motor-boating my tits, you are TERRIBLE at flirting.” Still there was something... kinda NICE about the way Emily further tightened her vice-snug. “Safer? You’re aware-- Ah, Emily?!” Gasp of shock. (Of pleasure...) When something slipped between her legs, pressuring her core. FUCK. That was NOT expected or planned. And Beth found herself shifting without really knowing whether it was INTENTIONAL. Which thankfully meant Emily couldn’t know either. (The way panties dampened could be blamed on BIOLOGY.) “A-Aware that you just said I was at risk of being murdered by my sister. And that your thigh is pressed against my--”

’OH, DAMMMN, EMS.’ Deescalating whistle actually sent a CRINGE through Beth’s body. She wondered how it affected Emily. Especially considering it was HER BOYFRIEND that had done it. ‘And here I was thinking you only did this with Jessica? Y’know, not that I’m complaining or anything.’ Jesus. This was BAD. But Beth just held her breath, awaiting Emily’s move. Or at least, she WOULD HAVE DONE THAT had another familiar voice not been heard FIRST. ‘Miiike, I got another bottle. Miiiike. I--...’ Infuriated gasp proved all-too-recognizable. Promising the kind of RAGE that most people in their lives didn’t ever get to witness from her older twin. ‘What the hell is happening here?’ Oh... SHIT. She just hoped Emily didn’t throw her under the bus by noting how TECHNICALLY SPEAKING, Beth still held that ONE PARTICULAR FAVOR over Emily’s head and could've STOPPED THIS AT ANY POINT. (Which, come to think of it, yeah, that was a good point... GREAT ACTUALLY. Soooo... WHY HADN’T SHE?) Though, it would be curious to see how Hannah spun this... Wouldn’t be surprised if the psycho somehow twisted this into EMILY cheating on MIKE, and BETH betraying HER, and somehow try to worm her way into FINALLY being dicked down by the asshat. She sighed. OUT LOUD. And probably made everything worse. But... It was ALREADY going to be a LOOOOONG NIGHT.

[theghostbeaters]

ask meme: anonymous asked: Emily or Jessica? 

[xthefxrgxttenx]

Lines of cocaine, Lately love roller-coaster. You love me, hate me, We fight in the roadster. Rage in your veins, Jealousy is the devil. You sip on your cup, ‘Till your head isn't level

You feel like you've been alone for so long, And you're trying real hard yet he just won't, Love you like you love him, Feeling lonelier when you're with him. You're the girl that he says he's always wanted, He must mistreat the things that he loves. Yeah, you don't deserve another minute of this bullshit story

And I'm sorry, babe...

Girl, I'm high in back of the room fuckin’ with these models, So many lines on the table, yeah, I feel like I'm lost. In my head yet again, driving down swerving, I'm so drunk. Have you ever thought of swervin' off the motherfuckin' sidewalk?

All these bitches feel the same on the inside, Living life unholy or I'm out of my mind, Don't deserve another chance honestly I'm-- Better off alone with all my white lines... And Karma’s drinking holy water, In the bamas living lavish, Numb the horror of being alone, my darling ...

You feel like you've been alone for so long, And you're trying real hard yet he just won't, Love you like you love him, Feeling lonelier when you're with him. You're the girl that he says he's always wanted, He must mistreat the things that he loves. Yeah, you don't deserve another minute of this bullshit story

And I'm sorry, babe...

Girl, I'm high in back of the room fuckin’ with these models, So many lines on the table, yeah, I feel like I'm lost. In my head yet again, driving down swerving, I'm so drunk. Have you ever thought of swervin' off the motherfuckin' sidewalk?

                                                                                                                                                           @4x0hxnxroll​

[whenrpmemesattack]

PSA

If you feel like your muse has been waining recently, it’s probably because of current events. 

This is a stressful period we’re all experiencing. You are not alone right now. Trying to battle the complications of real life takes energy, that energy detracts from the energy you use for roleplay.  

And this can be especially frustrating when RP is something you’re trying to use to escape from reality.

So remember to love yourself, treat yourself nicely, and not blame yourself for feeling under-motivated.   If you need to take a break from everything that’s okay.  Don’t be angry at yourself.  Do what you have to do to help yourself relax. 

[dovingmemes]

send in 🤝 + a friendship and i’ll tell you who:

texts the other memes at 3 am:

tries to convince the other to do an idea that definitely sounds questionable:

is the designated driver and who always gets wasted:

always has to host the impromptu sleepover:

who’s netflix account gets mooched off of:

brings all the snacks and who supplies the movie:

is usually the first one to say sorry after a fight:

is the ‘ mom friend ‘:

calls the other at 12 am to wish the other a happy birthday without fail:

is the better wingman to the other:

‘ the strong must protect the sweet ‘ , who’s the ‘ strong ‘ and who’s the ‘ sweet ‘: 

pulls the other up for karaoke to sing a duet together:

[xthefxrgxttenx]

4x0hxnxroll said: 🌧- For a heavy, emotional secret

@4x0hxnxroll​

He’s dead now. He’s DEAD. Or, or at least he’s GONE -- One of THEM. Beth never wanted that. Didn’t want him to DIE or GO or become ONE OF THEM. She just wanted him to get BETTER. After everything that had been kept secret between them, she still LOVED HIM. That made it all the more scarring when the NIGHTMARES HIT. Ever since she’d found cameras hidden in their rooms, Beth had made Josh a  deal. If he’d just... LEAVE HANNAH ALONE, she’d... GOD... Now she lay awake, drenched in sweat, breath heaving in panic, hands cramped, nails threatening to burst through the sheets messily pulled away from mattress beneath. “FUCK...” She whispered in the dark, trembling, tears glistening in the moonlight. On instinct her thighs squeezed closer together, knees tucking under breasts, arms reaching out to CRADLE HERSELF. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” She wouldn’t sleep again tonight. Which, ironic, because in some ways, Beth feared what she’d do while awake to CURE THE SILENCE, almost as much as she feared reliving those wretched minutes, performing for the camera. For her audience of ONE. Her audience of JOSH. “God... Why...?” She asked. And in the ensuing emptiness of answers, she fell apart all over again.

[animatedtext]

requested by ask-the-angel-of-music

[xthefxrgxttenx]

Flushed out the demons And I've been blaming someone else I have my reasons Why I couldn't be myself

And I've been trying But it don't come easy to me It don't come easy to me

Total disaster Grew like a cancer in my chest And in the laughter Was it pain I thought I'd left?

But, I've been trying But that don't come easy to me  And I've been working hard to heal But nobody gonna feel what I feel 

And now I've been tryna break it down to build it up I've been tryna tell myself I'm good enough So, tell me it's over, say I'm sober And I'm done Done with staying out all night until the dawn Saying I'm alright to cover up the storm So, tell me it's over, say I'm sober

These broken pieces Stitch back together by a thread I know I'll never Be the same inside my head

But, I've been trying But that don't come easy to me It don't come easy to me  And I've been working hard to heal But nobody gonna feel what I feel 

And now I've been tryna break it down to build it up I've been tryna tell myself I'm good enough So, tell me it's over, say I'm sober And I'm done Done with staying out all night until the dawn Saying I'm alright to cover up the storm So, tell me it's over, say I'm sober

And I'm learning through the fire But the flames are getting higher Every day's a little harder on and on Goes on and on So, I live like it's my last Keep the pain inside the past I won't go back, won't go back

So, now I've been tryna break it down to build it up I've been tryna tell myself I'm good enough So, tell me it's over, say I'm sober And I'm done Done with staying out all night until the dawn Saying I'm alright to cover up the storm So, tell me it's over, say I'm sober

                                                                                                                                               @4x0hxnxroll

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Little throaty sigh, eyes rolling to a sidelong glance AWAY from Emily, emphasized by a slight turn of her head. BETHANY. Beth hated that name. And, by now, Emily damn sure KNEW IT. “You already know I hate when people call me that.” That’s why Emily DID IT. (The petty bitch.) “Yeah, and it looks like SOMEONE is paying PARTICULARLY CLOSE attention.” Brow raised, smirk wry & mocking. Defensiveness begot defensiveness, especially when you mixed two guarded-yet-combustible headcases like herself and Emily. (But that equal sense of SIMMERING INSTABILITY just so happened to be what held them together like industrial strength super glue.) “Yeah, because you’re BEING a BITCH.” Beth tried not to judge anyone for their dress sense. Hell, she ENCOURAGED originality and comfort. And if anyone else attacked Emily’s De La O’uvres then Beth would be the FIRST PERSON to have Emily’s back. But rage came with a helping of hypocrisy for the girl. EASILY one of her most hated traits about herself. And thus she’d spitefully insulted Emily’s dress-sense in turn.  Suppose in Beth’s mind, two wrongs may just make a right after all. Also, Beth wouldn’t lie. She’d take Emily spitting out the word HONEY with a visceral sense of vitriol and disgust over Emily speaking the name Bethany with loving affection. EVERY. SINGLE. DAMN. TIME. 

“Yes. I do.” No. She didn’t. But it wasn’t every day in the world that one held any level of advantage over Emily. And while there’d be many situations where Beth would GLADLY relinquish control, the majority of those had yet to take place anywhere but INSIDE HER MIND. Smirk when Emily recognized the top… Only to BITCH ABOUT JESS. Oh. That felt good. Almost as good as Ems eyes on her body. “Yeah, that makes sense.” Glance down at the top. No wonder it looked so loose-fitting. The thing would just about hold in Jess’s tits but on Beth it hung more like some kind of slutty apron cut off at  her stomach. “Oh, come on, you really think Jess is THAT SMART?” Maybe. She did plan that prank against Hannah. And steal Mike from Emily. And survive the mines. Speaking from experiences – That shit was HARD. And Beth had her twisted sister quote-unquote ‘looking out for her’. – QUOTE. UNQUOTE. “Whoa, two grand?” Sometimes Beth forgot just how much Emily spent on clothes. Sure, Beth had spent pretty exorbitant amounts of dresses or outfits amid a flight of fancy. But if there’d been a time she’d spent THAT MUCH on one singular item, well, Beth couldn’t remember it. Then again, she’d not been living off of daddy’s money since she got back from Blackwood Mountain. So, maybe it was just that she USED TO in her former life. And COULDN’T in this one. “Go you.” 

“Oh, I’m DEAD SERIOUS.” Smirk, lusty eyes darkening practically to BLACK. “You stripped for Jess, right? Why not strip for me?” Way Emily attempted to dodge the dare conflicted Beth. On the one hand, facts scared her bad – And it really sorta seemed like Emily DID enjoy Jess more. On the other hand, Beth DID KNOW of Emily’s insecurities. Just as much as Emily knew of Beth’s. (There was a reason Beth wore leggings right now while Emily pranced around in PANTIES & A LONG SHIRT.) My God, the tantrum that nearly spilled out. Hell, actually did sort of spill out. When Emily removed her shirt. Missing all but the STOMPY FEETS & BALLED-UP FISTS. She had the voice and growl and scowl and body language DOWN-PAT. And soon Beth was pulling away her own shirt from her nose. But not before giving it a SLIGHT INHALE. Emily’s perfume would forever be so DISTINCT. No one else in Canada would invest so much into smelling like a Goddess of BLOSSOMS AND FRUIT. Finally peeling it away, brown eyes got to harvest the EXQUISITE BEAUTY that was Emily Davis in all her lingerie-clad glory. And just like, lungs felt a burning craving for oxygen – BREATH STOLEN AWAY. “Fuck…” But. Something was… WRONG. Sure, Emily was beautiful, but the girl also looked so fucking… TENSE. Uncomfortable. And Beth HATED THAT. Again, panicking part of her feared it was because she didn’t LIKE the way Beth looked at her. But more rational minds won out once more, knowing enough that Emily just wasn’t comfortable with ANYONE looking at her. EVEN HERSELF. “I mean…” Attempt to divert led nowhere. With Beth instead deciding to go ALL-IN. “No. Actually. I do mean FUCK. Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.” Last curse came with a pitiful WHINE. “You’re so freakin’ hot, Ems.” 

Attempt to soothe Emily’s ego and soul saw dark irises siphon every last inch of Emily’s body, deciding to pay SPECIAL ATTENTION to the transparent bra and panties. Though only PARTLY because they were TRANSPARENT. Her breath caught again and Beth might just have WHIMPERED. (& bit her lip.) But mostly, Beth just knew that Emily LIKED showing off her lingerie. “That lingerie is so fucking SEXY. And your body. GOD!!” Clearing her throat, she re-trained eyes to meet Emily’s before  dropping to a crouch and reaching for her right ankle, quickly rolling up her leggings to show of her BURN SCARS. And the remnants of stitching from where skin had been grafted over Hannah’s cannibalistic bites. “You can keep wearing my shirt if you want. Or, i mean, it is technically YOUR TURN to dare ME. Or we can try to call Jess.” Bite of her lip. “And maybe we should head into the bathroom or something. You know unless you WANT Chris, Sam, or some rando walking in here to find you dressed like you’re tryna make GOD SIN.” Lifeilnes offered, and ego HOPEFULLY stroked. Beth left the next move entirely up to Emily. Would hopefully ease some of the frustrations and help them refocus on figuring out what the FUCK happened last night. Shit, Beth didn’t even know if Sam or Chris were HERE. Or if some judgy sorority chicks or full-of-themselves frat boys would wander in at any moment. Surely Jess would know. Or maybe they could find something to JOG THEIR MEMORIES. Hell, even a fucking DATE would help Beth’s battered brain. “So what’ll it be?” Question asked from down on her knees.

          WAS JESS THAT SMART? — If you’d asked that question to a high-school version of Emily Davis, she woulda laughed right in your fucking face. Likely woulda started listing off the HUNDREDS of ways her best friend was a FUCKING IDIOT. (& Yes, when she’d stopped counting, she’d reached three-hundred-twenty-two ways.) — But, that was young, NAIVE, Emily Davis. & She hadn’t been that girl for years. These days she doubted…EVERYTHING. Their entire friendship was based on LIES. (Not on her end). & For all she knew, the blonde never really liked her at all. She’d just used her. Hell, she coulda had a crush on Michael way back when they pulled the first prank that got Hannah killed…& NEARLY got the woman standing before her…She didn’t wanna think about it. Beth was ALIVE. She’d saved her. They’d survived. & The point was, Jessica coulda schemed & planned all of the drama — She coulda wanted to hurt Hannah for her own SELFISH reasons. & Tricking them into swapping clothes? There had to be some sorta payoff for the skank. What it was, well, she was choosing to believe she was trying to get those grubby paws on her newest shirt. (What if it was something else, though?) — “I dunno. She could be? She’s been, like, asking me to borrow that top ever since I bought it on Rodeo.” Was one of her PRICIER purchases. & Jessica knew that. (Most her other turtlenecks cost a grand MAX). 

          “Tch. What part of DRUNK didn’t you understand? Kinda different to just, you know, stripping down all willy-nilly while sober.” Perhaps Jess was a FACTOR in her comfort-zone — But, that was only cause they’d been friends for so long. Back when she’d first moved to Alberta & met the other, they’d CLICKED INSTANTLY. Talking about hot guys & clothes & well, mostly hot guys & clothes. The blonde was…CONFIDENT. & She’d dragged her outta her ‘logical & cautious’ bubble more times than Em could count. They’d seen each other NAKED. At least fifteen times before anything that happened at Blackwood. In locker-rooms, while changing before parties, & they’d even shared a shower once. It had always been that platonic STRAIGHT CHICK SHIT. So, yeah, on some level she felt SAFER having her flaws exposed to Jess. That was only, IRONICALLY, cause she cared more about what Beth thought of her body & she was scared shitless of her reaction. What if she didn’t like what she saw? What if she laughed? What if she cringed at the sight of the scar on her shoulder? What if it TRIGGERED her? Jess was too irreverent & shallow to even notice the bite last night. (From what little she recalled, the slut was more focused on her bra & tits). “Better not laugh or I’ll slap you silly.” Stated in a tone that said she meant it as a THREAT & would follow through on it.

          “Oh. My. God. Did you seriously just sniff it? Ugh. Your virgin is showing, sweeeetie.” Weirder than the act itself was Emily’s emotional response — She kinda liked it. She found it, in some twisted way…FLATTERING. When her family took trips to their summer-home in Cali, she always stocked up on her favorite CHANEL collection. & She wore it for a reason. She WANTED people to notice the effort she put into both her appearance & fragrance. So, the fact that Beth actually was…Yeah, it made her feel kinda WARM & FUZZY inside. (Not that she was about to admit it anytime soon). “Good fuck…Or…?” Way the other was staring her down like a STARVED ANIMAL made her wanna assume it was a GOOD fuck. Still, she squirmed & gnawed awkwardly at her bottom-lip. Left hand sliding over the deep & dark crimson scar that covered the base of her throat & collarbone. Emily had paid a PRETTY PENNY for the lingerie. Even had it tailored to fit her body-type just right. Pushed up what little she had in the chest department & made her feel SEXY. (Or rather, sexier — She never felt SEXY). 

          GASP & HEART STOPPED — “Wait. You mean it?” Compliments were music to her ears & the validation was everything she’d always sought in past relationships — Lids fluttered & muscles loosened. Hand dropping from her skeletal shoulder as she attempted to look a bit more…ALLURING. “You think I’m hot? I mean, of course you do. Look at me. I’m hot as fuck.” Faux-confidence, but it felt more REAL with someone STROKING HER EGO. At this rate Beth was gonna make her even more of an egomaniac than she already was. “What do you like most about it, huh?” Her body, that is. Was Emily FISHING FOR COMPLIMENTS? Damn right she was! (It’s what she’d always had to do when she was dating Michael — He’d never just praise her for the Hell of it). “What’re you—-Ohhh.” Realization set in when the lanky thing started rolling up the leg of her pants. Exposing inch after inch, until finally the skin-grafted scars were staring the med student DEAD IN THE EYES. They’d both limped outta those mines with SOUVENIRS. Beth was reminding her of that fact & unmasking her own insecurities. (To make her feel better). “…Thanks.” Weak whisper was all she could muster. 

          Confident step was taken in the Washington girl’s direction — Was kinda crazy what a few kind words could do for her SELF-ESTEEM. Maybe it was for the best that the world (Especially her father) loved to kick her down & put her in her place. Otherwise she might get OUTTA CONTROL. “I wanna find Jess. Cause I wanna get my fucking top back. And I know that bitch has it.” That would be the GOAL. However, they could take a detour or two along the way. “As for the others. Maybe I want ‘em to see me? Ever think a’ that? You said I look sexy, right? Might knock some sense into Chris and make him leave that fucking BITCH.” (For what? For HER? Not a chance in Hell — She just wanted to make Beth Jealous. Was kinda HOT). “Now, for your dare.” Another step & A DEVILISH SMIRK. Crotch was level with the other girl’s face. & She had to be able to see how wet she was through thin lace. Maybe she could even SMELL HER AROUSAL. Stiletto-nails raked across Beth’s scalp & through dark strands — Pushing her just a smidge closer to her ACHING CUNT. “Dare you…” Pause for dramatic effect. “To text Sam for help and then…Lay a big ol’ smooch on me when she comes down.” Index-finger of her free hand tapped across lips for EMPHASIS. What the fuck was she thinking? Answer; SHE WASN’T. In her mind she could justify it as what her & Jess do to tease boys — Just silly “straight” girl shit. Only this time it was to TRAUMATIZE Sam. (& Possibly Chris). & With a girl she maybe, kinda liked. GROSS.

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Delayed response from Emily honestly answered the question more than either girl would ever like to admit. JESSICA RILEY had a certain conniving and vindictive bitchiness buried underneath all that PRETTINESS & (faux)CONFIDENCE. No one in existence ever lucked into winning the kind of mind games Jess had came out on top in. Especially when one played against a head bitch the likes of EMILY DAVIS. It’d be almost impressive if Hannah was still alive. And, y’know, if it didn’t piss Beth ROYALLY THE FUCK OFF. And if she didn’t prefer EMILY these days. “Yeah, I was kinda second guessing myself even as I said it. Jess is sneaky.” Oh, she understood every single last aspect of DRUNK. Alcohol made everything in easier. Namely fucking up your life. But what was the point of caring about fucking up your life when your life was ALREADY fucked up? Beth and Emily were slowly reaching points in life where they had NOTHING TO LOSE. (Apart from each other.) Hell, Emily’s dad now completely disowning her might’ve seemed like a WIN, but Beth would still count Emily as having nothing left to lose there, either. Considering the number of flaming hoops that Ems had to jump through to keep daddy’s approval. 

“I just don’t see why she doesn’t buy her own shit.” Actually the answer was SHOCKINGLY SIMPLE: Jess. Wanted. What Jess. Didn’t. Have. “I mean, we could get drunk.” Lighthearted tease, but Beth knew all-too-well where Emily’s emotions lay. The girl hated NOTHING MORE than she hated HERSELF. And she trusted NOTHING LESS than she trusted EVERYTHING EVER. And who could blame her? Within seconds, however, Emily had dared take a step forward in the proposal, and Beth couldn’t helped but SMILE. “When have I ever laughed at you?” Pause. “Okay. When have I ever laughed at your BODY?” Emily and Beth had pendulum from close friends to bitter enemies on more than seven occasions, and when things got HEATED (in the not-so-fun kinda way) they’d both retreat into castles made of poison barbs. So, yes, Beth WAS guilty of laughing at EMILY. But never once at a her BODY. “No slapping necessary. I promise.” A promise easier to keep had never before been made. And soon Emily had stripped down to near nothing. That purely fucking GORGEOUS body on full display. Even if Emily wanted nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow her hole.

“What? You’re saying you DON’T smell good? Then why do you spend so much money on Chanel to begin with?” SLIGHTLY DEFENSIVE? Maybe. (Definitely.) “And, shit, don’t try to act like ya weren’t all grabby-grabby with my sleeves earlier.” Yes, Beth HAD noticed. Of course she did. Stalker, remember? The girl would downright INVENT happenings to support her crazy obsessive crush that had rumbled into existence ever since Emily had saved her life (TWICE) on Blackwood Mountain. “Oh, it’s a VERY good fuck. Mmh. The best fuck.” Tongue swipe itself along teeth, a lusty grin curling up the right side of Beth’s cheek. Though the grin DID collapse into a nervously bitten lip when Emily hid her scar (the best her tiny, atrophic hands could). And even as she trained eyes ELSEWHERE, she couldn’t help but let slip one last compliment: “Ya know you had my virgin showin’, and my fuck already, BEFORE you hid it.” Maybe, hopefully, one day, in a future ideally more near than it was distant, BOTH GIRLS would be okay with the battered remnants life had left of their bodies and minds. Until then, they’d just have to look out for each other in all the same ways they wished someone would look out for THEM.

And speaking of VULNERABLE TRANSPARENCY, like their insecurities, and Beth’s virginity: The way Emily’s own mind initially FAILED to comprehend the idea of someone, ANYONE, even her own best friend, possibly finding her ATTRACTIVE. All the while being far too aware of the crush said friend HAD ON HER. Spoke volumes for the true depths of Emily’s deep-rooted self-deprecation and utter absence of confidence. Not that Beth would speak on such things, rather preferring to SMILE and let Emily maintain her sanity any which way the girl saw fit to. “Hell yeah, look at you. Seriously, you’re fucking BEAUTIFUL.” Oh. Now that would be a bit of a LOADED QUESTION. What did Beth like MOST about Emily’s body? How in fuck’s name was Beth supposed to quantify that? QUALIFY THAT? Eyes scanned bountifully detailed olive skin. From pedicured toes to the scar on her knee, to that SHOCKING THIN WAIST (Even by Beth’s standards), right across her SURPRISINGLY tone stomach, the littler scars that littered flesh. All the up and across petite but perky little tits, the Wendigo gouge, all vicious and red. That pretty little neck, jagged jawline, the naturally rounder cheekbones of Emily’s Japanese heritage. Right up to quietly smooth chocolatey brown eyes and those silky black strand that made up her shoulder-length bob.

“I only get to choose one thing?” Duh, of course she did. Anything else would eel like a COP-OUT. But then, Beth was angling for a quick flirtatious compliment rather than a chance to dodge the question. “And EVERYTHING isn’t a viable answer?” Brow raised, lips curling up into a smirk. “Well. I’d have to say, as much as I love your eyes, and how badly I wanna lick your stomach. And how FULL your lips are, oh my God, girl, your fucking LIPS.” Another bite of her own lips, but this time out of HUNGER. “I’d have to say my favorite thing about your body now that I’ve had a chance to see ‘em is actuallyyyyy...” Near-burgundy eyes fell upon Emily’s tits. “Those.” Her head cocked to the side. FUCK. Could even see her nipples beneath the sheer fabric. “They might be small. And the mightta picked up a few scars along the way. But goddamn are they perky and firm and hot as fuck all the same.” PAUSE FOR EFFECT. “i don’t know. They just seem like a perfect fit for my little survivor.” Eyes glanced up to Emily’s face once more and Beth smiled again, the kind of smile that reached her ears. “And maybe my fucked up head kinda likes the way the scars look.” 

Rolling up her pants leg hadn’t exactly been EASY. Beth had more than seen the HORROR that dedicated people’s faces when they saw the marred flesh that blanketed every inch of her foot, ankle, and tibia. And even though Emily had handled it the BEST out of everyone, she’d still felt her heart race all the same. The quiet gratitude from Emily had been EVEN MORE than Beth had figured she’d need from Em to not feel like her disfigurements had RUINED EVERYTHING. “Of course. We’ve been in this together for a while now.” Ever since that fateful day in the mines. “Uh...” Steps taken toward Beth kicked her into a new kind of nervous. More like some kind of RESTLESS ANTICIPATION of something she didn’t even quite known was coming. Each new creak of floorboards beneath tiny feet brought that BEAUTIFUL PUSSY, darkened by the black lace that windowed clit and folds in one, ever closer to Beth’s nose and lips -- Right at eye level, giving her an eyeful. FUCK. “F-Fuck...” She swallowed hard. Her heart races. And thank GOD she was still wearing leggings, as she felt her own panties dampen, legs shifted ever so slightly as her clit PULSATED with WANTON NEED. “Th-That I did, yes.” 

Where was this going? Where was Emily taking this? Gut and cunt screamed one thing. Heart and brain feared another. What if Beth had read the situation ALL WRONG? But the way Emily teased off the Jess thing. And talked with that HUSK in her usually higher octave voice. All about WANTING to be seen in JUST her lingerie. And feeling SEXY. Fuck. Her mind couldn’t HELP but wander. “W-Wait, what? You want... You want CHRIS?” Not that it didn’t make sense. Emily had always been into GUYS. Mike. Matt. She was fucking STRAIGHT. Eyes dipped sadly. “Wait, you want fucking CHRIS?!” They didn’t STAY sad, though. “The dude we fought over me even being friends wi--?” Pause, and sad eyes flickered mischievously, Beth smirking. Thank God sometimes irrational anger could bleed out the correct answer. “Oh. I see what you’re doing...” Yeah. OF COURSE Emily didn’t have the hots for Chris. It was fucking CHRIS, for fuck sake. And that devilish SMIRK all but confirmed it. As did the slick wetness of those pretty folds beneath black lace, easier to see now that Emily’s cunt was so close Beth could SMELL IT. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck...” Another swallow and eyes remained locked insatiably on those drenched through see through panties. “My dare?” 

“Nghhh...” Groan of pain as nails DUG THEIR WAY ACROSS Beth’s scalp. Sharp and burning in their trail through straight hair. Longer now than it had been even when Beth left the mines. “D-Dare me...?” Nose was so damn close to Emily’s cut she could probably nudge her clit with the SLIGHTEST MOVEMENT. Gasp of surprise -- Of HEATED SHOCK -- When Emily finally revealed her grand plan, the big, double dog dare. She really wanted one of their friends to see BETH KISS HER CUNT?! “Wait, seriously? Fuck...” Now it was BETH’S TURN to be taken aback. “You’re actually...?” Way Emily’s eyes DEVOURED Beth’s form, down on her knees, told of the answer. With a smirk, she gently teethed at Emily’s tapping index finger. But there was just ONE PROBLEM... Holy shit, did this bring a new kind of anxiety to Beth. Sure she wasn’t FUCKING EM. And it was JUST A KISS. But, man, she felt OUT OF HER ELEMENT. Her experiences consisted of a few DRUNKEN HANDJOBS & EQUALLY-ALCOHOL-FUELED MAKEOUT SESSIONS with guys who didn’t care how good you were so long as they came, who were also, by the way, strangers she NEVER HAD TO SEE SOBER. “Fuck..” 

“Actually...” Time to borrow one of EMILY’S tricks. Faux confidence was easy to buy if you just BIT THE BULLET. And with that, she quickly pulled that tiny crop top over her head, baring nicely rounded tits, underboob creased in how they sat upon her chest, nipples HARD AS DIAMONDS. “Should help getcha the reaction you want.” Another cover up. Man, they were dancing around the truth like a ballet dancing politician, huh? But in diving into the deep end, Beth only helped herself swim. Within seconds she’d sent the text. But were Sam and Chris even AT THIS PARTY? She didn’t know. She didn’t know. And... Just like that, thinner lips and pressed themselves to see-through lace, right where Emily’s erect clit peeked out between SOAKED FOLDS. Sure, Sam hadn’t arrived YET, but Beth was running off pure adrenaline. Fight or flight. And if she didn’t dive NOW, she might’ve DROWNED before Sam came. She’d think about -- FEAR THE THOUGHT OF -- Emily hating her LATER.

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