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𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐲 - 𝐎𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ʏ/ɴ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴀ ᴛᴏᴜɢʜ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ɢʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ 18+, ᴛᴏᴘ! ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ, ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ, ʙᴀᴅɪꜱᴏɴ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛᴇɴɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: lizzieolsenswhore (from wattpad)

ᴀ/ɴ: ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ɪ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ꜱᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ʜᴜɴ!

"Murphy! Pack your things your moving to C-block!" Hellman shouted my eyes widened in shock and I turned and saw one of my best friends Daya looking back at me with the same expression.

"W- what for?!" I asked alarmed he just said nothing and stood at the gate with his arms crossed I sighed and got up from the table and walked towards me and Barbra's shared cell.

I felt Barbra's gaze on me as I started packing my things "and just where are you goin?" She asked putting down a small box of coke she was snorting.

"I'm leaving" I muttered and she quickly shot up a look of disbelief.

"Like hell you are" she snorted and stood up.

I mean me moving to C- block wouldn't have been so bad because to be honest I felt like Barbra was only using me because I used to be a drug seller my business was spreading through about ten states before I was finally caught.

I had feelings for the older women for a while bit she made it bluntly obvious that she was straight unlike her four eyed sister Carol.

See she was the reason why I was scared to move to C-block because I'f Barbra was bad Carol was extremely worse the true definition of a sociopath and has been trying to kill her older sister for the past 30 years.

And sense I was one of her right hands Carol knew exactly who I was.

I had only saw her about three times when I was working the janitor job and had to go into C-block with other inmates to clean but aside from her scary demeanor she was gorgeous.

"I can't do anything about it Barb" I stated packing the rest of my things she said nothing else and sighed.

I nervously looked down at my feet but gasped a little when I felt arms wrap around my small frame "stay safe l/n" she said in a firm but soft tone I smiled and hugged her back.

"I will" I said and exited the cell I heard some people say goodbye and I waved to them back before I heard the gates open and I was escorted out will hellman.

I felt eyes burning into me as I entered C-block I never liked being the center of attention and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Alrighy Murphy your in Cell 1-03 good luck" he stated with a smirk before walking off.

"Well, well, well look who we have here!" I sighed when I heard that familiar Boston accent I turned and saw my older cousin Madison walking towards me with her girls trailing behind her.

Me and Madison never had the best relationship she had horrible anger issues and always tried to beat me up and play pranks on me everytime I visited just because she got bullied at school.

But I had always been stronger than her despite me being pretty small and it always ended with me beating her ass and her throwing another tantrum she was always a huge baby.

"If it isn't my cutie little cousin" she chuckled and her girls followed.

I rolled my eyes and placed my stuff down "Madison" I stated crossing my arms.

"That's Badison to you" she grunted with a sarcastic smile.

"Ok then don't call me your cousin cause it's embarrassing being related to you fartison" I said knowing how much that nickname hurt her back then heard one of her girls snicker silently but one look from Madison shut her up real quick.

I grabbed my stuff and walked forward unaware of Madison sticking her foot out to trip me I stumbled forward but quickly caught myself and ended up doing a front flip back onto my two legs.

Some people gasped and I fixed my clothes before giving my cousin a glare "5 years later and I still outsmart you with that move grow up Madison" I said and walked off.

I looked to my right and saw Carol looking at me with a sharp gaze but I caught an ounce of curiosity in it as well I quickly looked away and walked towards my designated cell.

When I got inside I saw that the bottom bunk was occupied so I put my stuff on the top one.

"Murphy huh?" I turned around and tensed up seeing Carol leaning against the door with a smirk.

"Yeah and not proud of it" I stated changing out of my beige clothes and into the dark blue uniform not even caring about the fact I'm being watched.

"So you must be the little toy who was always running behind my sister" she said walking closer to me and I backed up a little.

"Wouldn't say that more of a tough toy" I said grunting a little when my back met the wall she put her hands on either side of my head and leaned closer to my face to the point I could smell her candied breathe.

"Well now your in my block and the way I see it you have two choices join me and live or you don't so what's it gonna be princess?" she asked.

"Fine" I said and she smirked backing up from me and walking out of the the cell like nothing happened.

After that day I started working for Carol I felt pretty guilty doing it tho since I was loyal to Barb for so long and my feelings for her still hasn't faded.

But at the same time me and Carol started to get closer and I started to form feelings for her Madison started to get jealous since I was basically taking her place and it was quite amusing to say the least.

The longer I worked the Carol the more my feelings for her grew and aside from the slight flirting we do I didn't think she got the message or the idea that I had a crush on her.

"Hey Carol" I asked looking up from my magazine and she did the same.

"Yeah?" She asked.

"Have you ever been in love before?" I asked she raised an eyebrow before letting out a snicker.

"Hell no love is bullshit" I felt relived that she didn't like anyone else but upset that she thought that way about it.

"Bull-true" I said back and she gave me a suprised look before rolling her eyes.

"You've been around me too much" she muttered under her breathe and I chuckled.

"But seriously love isn't bullshit it's a wonderful thing to feel the best thing to feel" I said and she gave me a puzzled gaze.

"Why are you even talking about this I mean other than the fact that you had a little sexual crush on my crack head sister who mind you is straighter than a zipline" she said putting her magazine down.

"Ok one I don't like her any more I like someone else-"

"Oh do you now?" She asked.

I felt my face heat up a little and I nodded "as a matter of fact I do" I said.

"Well then who is it doll?"

I looked into her striking blue eyes that were waiting for an answer and I took a deep breathe.

'Now or never' I thought and I leaned forward cupping both of her cheeks and pressing my lips against hers.

I felt kinda scared when she didn't kiss back but it vanished when she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me onto her lap.

I wrapped my hands in her hair making sure to not mess it up.

Within seconds she was ontop of me with a smug look.

"You just dug a deep whole for yourself sweet cake" she cooed darkly and yanked my prison pants down in one swipe I yelped silently but felt myself getting more turned on my by the roughness.

Carol started leading kisses down my body and spreading my legs exposing my wet area she growled lowly and pressed her knee up against my sensitive area.

I moaned softly when she started moving her knee in circles and tried moving my hips with her but she gripped my waist with an iron grip and slammed my hips onto the rough material.

"Don't fucking move" she sneered and removed her knee.

She leaned down and gave my thighs kisses and love bites I whimpered and took off my shirt and bra.

I started fondling my breasts giving my upper body some attention Carol saw what I was doing and stopped to lean back up and attach her lips to mine again.

I licked her upper lip asking for entrance and she opened her mouth allowing me to slip my tounge inside of her mouth.

She leaned her hand down and squeezed my ass roughly while using her other hand to rub me through my panties I moaned under my breathe and grinded my hips into her hand.

"Please Carol" I pleaded she pulled away and gave me a look that sent shivers down my spine.

She gripped my jaw and made me look into her eyes "beg tell me you want it" she said.

"Please please Carol make me yours i"ll do whatever you want just please" she growled and yanked my panties down.

"Whatever you want princess" she snarled.

She placed my legs on her shoulders and went down giving my clit a long lick I squealed at the sudden action but it slowly vanished when she started going down on me.

"Oh my god" I moaned gripped the railing of the bunk bed I felt her smirk against me and plunge her tounge deeper inside of me.

"Fuck!" I cried out she gripped my thighs tightly running her hands down my smooth skin.

After several blessed minutes I felt my stomach tightening as my moans got louder my climax getting closer.

Carol leaned back up and stuck two fingers into me moving them at a rough pace I cried out.

"You wanna cum princess?"

"Yes, yes!" I whined feeling my climax getting closer.

"Then cum" she whispered into my ear and curled her fingers hitting my g-spot my eyes rolled in the back of my head as my arousal covered her fingers.

She helped me ride out my high before slowly removing her fingers and I whined from the sudden loss.

"So who do you like again?" She asked wiping my juices off.

I gave her a look and she chuckled under her breathe and gave me a quick peck on the lips.

"You keep playin your cards right and I might just let you take Badison's place fully" she said and got up to grab a lollipop.

I smiled and tucked myself into the covers maybe I could show Carol how to love I'f I play my cards right.

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IS THERE ANY CAROL DENNING STANS IN 2023 OMG I FEEL LIKE SHITS DEAD

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

my love, mine all mine

my love mine all mine - mitski

word count: 5.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What the fuck was that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

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

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

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

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

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

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

You were extremely paranoid.

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

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

Until you couldn't anymore.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Well, you had just failed miserably and pathetically.

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

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

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

She outstretched her hand to you.

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

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

"That's a beautiful name."

She flashed you an amused smile, recognizing your anxiousness.

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

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

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

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

Ouija smirked.

"You're welcome, muñequita" (dolly)

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Which book?“, she asked.

„Harry Potter“

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

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

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

Your fingertips touched as she passed you the book.

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

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

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

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

You smiled, shaking your head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ouija huffed, shaking her head in disbelief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, letting her help you up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mornin', muñequita."

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

"Hey there“, you answered, yawning.

"How you doing, mama?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Y/N?“

„Yeah?“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You smiled at her and Pidge.

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

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

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

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

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

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

„Nah, I’m good, thanks though“

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

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

You jumped, letting out a little shriek.

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

„It’s fine, I get scared easily.“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[rustedhearts]

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

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

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

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

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

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

— blue christmas, elvis presley

hawkins, indiana. december 1989.

“I can’t believe you won’t be here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Angel,

I'll miss you more than ever.

—Steve

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Love you too, baby. Bye."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Libby, Steve's here."

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

"W-what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh, Steve."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But, Steve...yours is at home—"

"—shh. Just open it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Merry Christmas, angel."

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

"Merry Christmas, Steve."

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[enretrogue]

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 / 𝐌𝐂𝐔 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

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Stephen Strange / Doctor Strange ⎢ #2

Steve Rogers / Captain America

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier

Tony Stark / Iron Man

Thor Odinson

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Loki Laufeyson

Reliable Liars — @scandalous-chaos

Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

Dating Carol Danvers HCs — @c-nstantine ✪

Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Holland)

Introducing You to the Avengers — @c-nstantine ✪ Sticky Man — @scandalous-chaos Mr. Smiles — @scandalous-chaos Bedrest — @scandalous-chaos

Peter Parker / Spider-Man (Garfield)

Coffee Run — @scandalous-chaos You’re Not Peter Parker — @scandalous-chaos You Love Me, I Love You — @rintsuru Even If My Heart Stops Beating — @rintsuru

Bruce Banner / The Hulk

Freak on the DL — @honeychicana ✪

Eddie Brock / Venom

When You Love Something, You Protect It — @inlovewithquestionablecharacters Den of Sin — @queenofthefaceless Promise — @queenofthefaceless Beyond the Drink, Drop Your Love On Me — @ilovemanypeople Patching Up Eddies After A Random Street Fight — @moonlit-imagines

Matt Murdock / Daredevil

Zip and Rewind — @clints-lucky-arrow Sex w/ Matt HC — @lethological-clara

Stucky

Stucky Masterlist — @navybrat817

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[thenightlymirror]

I, of course, knew about Quaker services from Six Feet Under, and I feel a little embarrassed that I work at a cemetery and I’m basically doing a Disney theme park ride for yuppie spiritual tourism a la prestige TV. But also my great grandfather was a Quaker, organized against the KKK in Wisconsin. I knew about Quakers from studying radical Protestantism in America and joining the American Friends Service Committee (mailing list) after 9/11. So, it wasn’t exactly that.

The Quaker service, or friends meeting as it’s called, has always been the ideal church service in my mind. Quakers are radical egalitarians. I said Sir a few times out of habit (I admit it’s a strange habit. I tend to answer objections to Sir with “I meant no respect.”) They sit silently together until moved by the spirit to speak. The point is to listen.

For me, I have lived here on the North Shore for a year, and learned there were Friends meetings almost immediately, but I’ve never attended because I’d rather get breakfast, I slept too late, or there is no God. That’s the case any given Sunday, to be fair.

But today I went. Mostly because I enjoyed officiating the wedding, and I feel like I would get into a fist fight with Unitarians. My friend woke up dead this week, either that or he killed himself, I don’t have the courage to ask. And I spent Friday night in the ER waiting room because I was suddenly woozy after work and almost fell down, had trouble walking. I stayed for two hours until there was almost a revolt from people who had been waiting four. So I just went home.

Today, I woke up early. Ate breakfast. Had a comfortable window to decide. And went.

I was met at the door and asked to wear a mask. I had one. Lois said she had never been to a service either, and it will be a bit strange and no one will talk, but they will talk after. I said I understood, and thanked her.

I was worried about the talking more than anything.

I’ve spent all month watching Hamas videos with admiration and wonder. They do in fact have that dog in them. When I was 17, and probably for the 13 years after that, I was a radical pacifist. In fact, I’d say it’s just how I’ve always been. A sub. A natural masochist who has loved the lion’s den, and yearned for it from a very young age.

I don’t know that I would describe myself as a pacifist anymore, but the rest remains true.

For me, I feel a calling to be the soul of the room I’m in. To be human and kind. To confront inhumanity directly in my daily life. Bloch’s warm stream of Marxism and whatever radical Quakerism I’ve imagined all my life are not too different. Again, in my mind.

I took a seat on the walnut pews arranged in a circle, democratic. There was a stack of pillow cushions that regulars took from. I sat and stared at the wooden ends of the two pews in front of me that formed my semi-circle, at a certain distance like a spark gap that reminded me of the Mercy Seat.

I was consistently meditating on this gap. That Quaker church is not too different from a room full of teenagers on their cellphones, friends on their laptops stoned on the hot couch, who don’t speak to each other for hours at a time. Quakerism is always two things. It’s the radical religion of Protestant and capitalist introversion. It is also love. It is the most profound and honest method to meet God where he is, in silence, but also in people. And that is the catch.

I can only imagine so many Larry David interactions between people who must be regulars here. Surely one service is profound, but what about this woman Carol who wants to take newcomers into the library. See, Badiou insists that every rupture is named. You have an event and then the truth is prescribed. But I don’t know about that. Every truth procedure is subject to entropy, so what I believe was revealed will be revealed in time as never the revelation itself. Duration, the fullness within silence, is the only substance. And that which is done out of love is necessary and right, always a kind of fumbling experiment but for that first grace. But that journey is the point regardless. The silence is only silence otherwise.

So, I am watching the warm sunlight on wood, but I am also among this “sack of potatoes”. These Protestants. God speaks to me frantically, sometimes kindly. “Various eyes,” he says. I think about how God’s body is a bit like mine. Hideous, astronomically huge, mostly war. Be kind to God’s body. This old thing. “This old thing?” With a question mark? This old thing?

An ambulance siren wails outside and we all listen long to its Doppler disappearance. Gaza is out there, and it’s besieged ambulances. Kindness, kindness. The light colder. I say a prayer for each person I am at war with. Kindness.

A young gay man with a considerable five o’clock shadow whips his arms out like he’s trying to break out of a straight jacket. He’s in a very different place than myself and shocks me out of my prayer to the same God, in which I only hear myself. I think about the God of Job, an edgy guy who creates sea monsters and plagues to amuse himself. What if God is a very chill handsome man with a five o’clock shadow, who isn’t thinking of anything in particular? Sometimes he sits and thinks, and sometimes he just sits, while I imagine infinite montages of suffering and light. His body is beautiful, slim, a little hairy.

I try not to sit too stiffly. Thats too pretentious for what this performance is supposed to be. I see a middle aged man who reads a book, cross-legged across from me. Not a care in the world. It’s just Sunday morning to him.

A woman stands. I should say that there is also some kind of Zoom feed witnessing all this silence at the same time. Elderly faces in prayer on a screen in the room. She stands, emotional, her voice quivering. “I want, I feel I have to remember, this saying from George Fox, that we have to walk this world with kindness and joy.”

And then she sits and then we sit for a little while more and break out into waving at each other from our pews. People shake hands. We go through the church introducing ourselves. A black couple who has been to a service before, but not here. A beautiful young woman named Kat. A gay man named Berkeley. Carol, who will be in the library stealing souls like a spider. Various invitations to potluck. Joy and kindness.

When Carol intercepts me at the entrance, I take it as a challenge and accept. When I get to library, Kat is there and when Carol tries to pin her down, she tells her she’s been a Quaker all her life, to say, please fuck off. I take this as a sign, a permission, a forgiveness. I’ll leave too.

[cleighwrites]

Christmas Traditions

SPN Fanfic

Caracters: Sam x Dean x Cas

Word Count: 2,685

Summary: Sam, Dean, and Cas take some time off to celebrate the holiday.

A/N: This was written for @ladylilithprime for the @spnfanficpond’s Christmas Exchange! I hope I got in everything from the wishlist! 

Warnings: NSFW, past trauma (mentioned), m/m/m threesome, wing kink, anal sex

Read it on Ao3

Sam sat in the kitchen reading his copy of Charles Dickens's A Christmas Carol as Dean hummed under his breath and cooked dinner. Cas sat across from him watching Dean and smiling softly, affection shining in his eyes. They had decided to take Christmas weekend off and spend it together. No apocalypse, no monsters, no distractions; just the three of them, together for Christmas. Spiked eggnog, roasted turkey with fixings, and even a Christmas tree. Dean had joked that Sam could be the tree and Cas could be the topper, “We’ll have a kinky Christmas!” he’d said. Cas’s wings had fluttered at the idea while Sam had blushed and shook his head.

A Winchester Christmas in the bunker. Who would have thought?

Sam insisted on playing a Christmas station while they ate, and Dean was pleased that it was a station that played Trans-Siberian Orchestra, stating that “If we’re going to listen to Christmas music, at least they have taste.” The bird was perfectly cooked, and Dean even added carrots to the potatoes and gravy. The smell of pumpkin and pecan pies baking filled the air as they ate.

Cas even tried a bite, noting, “These are the best-tasting atoms I have ever tasted, Dean.”

Dean rolled his eyes but smiled as he said, “Don’t waste my cooking, Cas; we know you don’t eat.” 

After dinner and dessert, Sam sat on the sofa in the den (which he refused to call the Dean Cave) with his book in hand and his brother’s feet in his lap. Dean was watching Die Hard, and Cas had gone to get refills on their Winchester Special Eggnog, which mainly consisted of brandy. 

When Cas entered with three glasses in his hands, Sam looked up to see his wings pinned tightly against his back. 

“What’s wrong, Cas?” 

“Hmm?” Dean added, peeling his eyes away from the screen to look at their angel.

“Nothing is ‘wrong’, Sam. I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine,” Sam commented. 

“I hate that you can see his wings, and I can’t. Must be all that witchy stuff you’ve gotten into,” Dean lamented. 

“Dean,” Cas started, his wings shifting. “We’ve been over this. Sam spent considerably more time as a host to an archangel. That prolonged exposure is bound to have an effect. He could probably hear my true voice as well. Though, I wouldn’t risk it.”

“Yeah, no, I’ve been on the receiving end of your true voice, wouldn’t want a repeat of that.” Dean laughed to himself, self-consciously rubbing at his ear.  

“And I don’t think I could handle seeing another angel’s true face.” Sam shivered. 

Cas came up behind him, handed him and Dean their drinks, and put a reassuring hand on Sam’s shoulder. “I can only imagine the horrors you went through in that cage. I’m sorry we couldn’t get you out sooner.” 

Sam was quiet, trying not to remember everything that had happened in the time he was trapped with Lucifer. Not only him physically but his soul alone. Cas understood what it was like—they had bonded more after his time hosting the devil. Dean hadn’t truly understood until he’d hosted Michael, who’d gone rogue and hijacked his body. They’d all been through so much, but all of that only seemed to bring them closer together. They’d bonded in the trenches of multiple apocalypses. Sure, they still fought and went through stages of silent treatments, especially Dean, but they’d always found their way back to one another.

Sam owed Cas everything for bringing his brother back from Hell, and he’d earned his trust and love over the years since then. And Dean… they’d always been more than just brothers. Cas and Dean had always had a bond, and when they all decided to see what it would be like for all of them to be together, it had been a game changer. Sam couldn’t imagine his life without them in it. After everything they’d all been through, they could depend on each other. Sam had never felt more understood and supported in his life. They’d literally been through Hell, but they were still there fighting, rarely taking time for themselves. 

“How about a change of subject?” Dean said loudly, bringing Sam out of his thoughts. 

“Yes, what would we like to do tonight?” Cas added. 

“I was planning on a Die Hard marathon… but could be convinced to do something else…” Dean waggled his eyebrows at Sam. 

Unable to hold back his smile at his brother’s antics, Sam grinned. He took a drink from his cup, leaned his head back against Cas’s forearm and looked up at the angel. “Cas?” 

“You know I am always ready to be carnal with either of you.”

“Cas,” Dean complained, “you can’t just say shit like that.”

“Why? Would you prefer I call it making love?”

Dean groaned and made a show of rolling his entire head with his eyes. Sam laughed. 

“Sap,” Dean accused, then took a drink from his glass. “So, we doin’ this or what?” 

“I’m game,” Sam agreed. He finished off his glass of eggnog and cleared his throat from the burn. 

Dean nodded, downed the rest of his drink, got up from the couch, and started stripping as he left the room. Cas sighed dramatically, then squeezed Sam’s shoulder before following after him with his wings shivering. Sam simply shook his head at his lovers’ antics and then rose to follow them. 

Once he got to Cas’s room, the one they used when they were all together, Dean was completely naked and was helping Cas out of his clothes. They were making out; Sam felt his cock stiffen at the sight. Cas’s wings were spread wide, his primary feathers reaching out. Unable to help himself, Sam reached forward and rubbed the outermost primary feather between two fingers causing Cas to shiver and moan into Dean’s mouth. 

He was so pleased when they’d invited Cas into his and Dean’s bedroom play, and he’d agreed. Sam had been hesitant at first, Cas being an angel of the Lord, but when he’d found out about Dean and Cas, Sam had insisted that Dean offer to bring him into the fold. Cas hadn’t been judgemental about Sam and Dean being physically intimate. He’d said that all of Heaven already knew and didn’t think anything about it. 

Clearing his throat, Sam began to undress to join in the festivities. He watched as Dean removed all of Cas’s clothes. Sam matched his movements and joined them naked as Cas stepped out of his pants. Cas and Dean reached out to him and wrapped their arms around his waist to pull him into them. Dean leaned forward first and pressed their lips together. They kissed as if they lived for it, breathing each other’s breaths and tasting the eggnog they had drunk. Dean was all fire and passion in everything he did, always eager to please. 

Where Dean was all heat and willfulness, Cas was care and precision. Once Dean had had his fill, he nodded to Cas and lay down on the bed while Cas took his turn with Sam. Cas’s lips were more gentle but no less passionate. Dean moaned, and Sam knew that Cas was using his Grace to get Dean ready for them, whoever would be the one to fuck him. They tended to mix things up, keeping things interesting. The fact that all of them were pretty much up for anything helped in that regard. 

Cas reached between himself and Sam, grabbed both of their cocks, and began stroking them in time with Dean’s moans and grunts of pleasure. Sam reached behind Cas and wrapped his fingers around his marginal coverts, stroking along their soft vanes. He loved to feel Cas shiver and his wings vibrate with arousal. Sam played with the downy barbs at the base of his feathers and smiled against Cas’s lips when he stopped kissing and stroking him. Sam thoroughly enjoyed being able to play Cas like a finely tuned instrument. 

“Not fair,” Dean said from the bed. 

“You’re just jealous,” Sam said. 

“Ngh.” Dean threw his head back into the pillows and started grinding down on the bed again. 

Sam smirked at Cas, who had obviously started opening him up again. As he was about to ask how they would proceed tonight, Sam felt pressure at his hole and realized that he would be in the middle of everything. Secretly, or maybe not so secretly, Sam loved when he got to be between the two of them, surrounded in every way by the loves of his life. Sam leaned into Cas again and kissed him as his Grace worked him and his brother into a frenzy. 

“Sammy,” Dean moaned. 

Sam loved seeing his brother strung out and laid out on their bed. His hair was messy, and his skin was flushed pink from stimulation. With one last nibble on Cas’s bottom lip, Sam pulled away and crawled over the bed to his brother. He laid over him and kissed Dean while Cas kept opening them up. 

“‘M ready, Sammy. So ready. Need you.” Dean mumbled between needy kisses. 

Sam reached over to the side table, but Cas was already there, handing him the lube they kept there. Cas could use his Grace as lube, but when he got caught up in the moment, sometimes he’d forget, and none of them wanted that to happen… again. 

With freshly lubed fingers, Sam rubbed around Dean’s rim and slid three fingers in with no resistance. He thrust his fingers in a few times, then lubed up his cock and lined himself up. Dean wrapped his legs around Sam’s hips while he still had the chance. Leaning down, Sam kissed Dean as he shoved his hips forward, slowly sinking into the smooth warmth of Dean’s ass. Sam set a slow, steady pace that matched the ebb and flow of Cas’s Grace within himself. 

Cas lay beside them and ran his fingers through their hair. He pulled Sam’s head back and turned Dean’s head toward himself so they could press their lips together in an intense kiss. Sam heard Dean moan and felt him clench around his cock. Sam laced his fingers with Dean’s with one hand and reached out to run his fingers through Cas’s scapular feathers. Cas’s hips rutted against Dean, and all three of them moaned. 

After a moment, Cas’s Grace expanded in Sam’s ass and warmed for a few seconds before Cas stopped kissing his brother and moved to situate himself behind Sam. Dean unhooked his legs from around Sam’s waist and braced himself against the bed while Cas lubed Sam. As Cas lined himself up, he put his arm around Sam’s waist, and Dean pulled him down into a kiss. Sam stilled his hips when he felt the intense pressure as Cas pushed inside. It was always overwhelming being surrounded the way he was. Dean clenched his ass as he waited for Sam to start moving again, which caused Sam to clench, too, and Cas, in turn, to moan into Sam’s back.

Once Cas was fully sheathed, Sam rocked his hips forward into Dean, who nibbled on Sam’s bottom lip. When Sam rocked back into Cas, they all moaned again. Sam was solidly between the two people who meant the most to him in the world. This was bliss. Cas’s wings spread out to either side of them, putting them in a cocoon of iridescent black feathers. Sam felt safe and wanted and loved. 

They rocked together in a shallow, slow rhythm until Sam was ready to do more, to feel more. Sam grabbed hold of Cas’s wings to pull himself upright. Cas sat up with him and took his cue to pick up his pace. As he slammed his hips into Sam, Sam slammed into Dean. Cas fucked them both for what felt like hours. It was too easy for them all to move with each other. They were a finely tuned machine, hardly having to communicate with words as they thrust and moved with one another. 

Fingers laced through Cas’s wings and Dean’s hands on his waist, Sam let himself go with pleasure. It wasn’t often that he released control and allowed himself to just be. In the safety of Dean and Cas’s arms and wings, Sam felt secure enough to stop trying to perform and analyze everything and just let himself feel everything happening to him. Dean’s fingers tightening around his waist, Cas’s arm around his waist, their fingers playing against each other’s, Cas’s feathers fluctuating under his hands, every feeling was heightened and accentuated with need and trust. 

Sam and Dean were incoherent and sweaty by the time Dean finally came, shooting spurts all over his and Sam’s stomachs. As he came, he squeezed around Sam; Cas fanned his wings out, gripped Sam tight around his middle, and bit into the crook of his neck. With all the added stimuli, Sam reached the edge of ecstasy and came with a shout. Through the slits of his eyelids, Sam watched Dean reach for his hands and lace their fingers together. As soon as their hands touched, a blue glow lit the room, and Sam felt Cas’s hips falter as he came, warmth spreading through him as he did so. 

Cas turned Sam’s face so they could kiss as he rolled his hips a few more times, then pulled out and backed away from them. Sam did the same, leaning over to kiss Dean as he pulled out, then he lay down beside him while Cas lay down on his other side. Cas’s top wing came around and rested over them. Sam mindlessly ran his fingers through the primary feathers at his side and ran the fingers of his other hand through Dean’s hair. Cas was also stroking through Dean’s hair, and Dean hummed in contentment. 

With a snap of Cas’s fingers, they were all clean—fucking an angel had its perks, other than unlimited stamina—then they dozed for a little while, enjoying their post-coital haze and each other’s closeness.

“I would like to try something,” Cas said.

“Okay, shoot,” Dean told him, stretching out like a cat. 

Cas stood up beside the bed and cleared his throat. His eyes glowed blue for a moment, then Dean gasped. 

“Oh,” Dean said as he moved to the edge of the bed and stuck his hands out to run them along Cas’s marginal coverts. 

Cas’s feathers shifted at the touch, and Sam watched as Dean felt his way along the strong line of Cas’s wings for the first time. Cas closed his eyes and breathed in while Dean worshiped his wings, running his fingers along almost every feather. 

Cas chuckled when Dean rubbed at his alula, and Sam got up to join Dean in exploring Cas’s wings. Sam, of course, had been able to see them ever since he’d gotten his soul back from the cage, but he’d never really allowed himself to explore them like Dean was. Dean was on his left wing, so Sam went to his right wing and started straightening out his feathers that had gone crooked or were not laying flat. Cas hummed and leaned his head back while they groomed him. 

When all of his feathers sat straight and Cas was almost asleep, Sam and Dean kissed him on the corners of his lips. 

“Who wants to finish a movie with me?” Dean asked, his eyes closed and his head leaning on Cas’s shoulder. 

“I will,” Sam and Cas both said in unison. 

Once they dressed in their comfy sleep clothes, they went back to the den to finish watching Die Hard. Sam forwent his book in favor of snuggling on the couch and sipping more eggnog. Cas sat between the brothers, arms draped over their shoulders and wings spread wide around in a protective hug. Sam nuzzled into Cas and stroked the primary feathers that draped over his shoulder while Dean leaned into his other side. 

As far as Christmas traditions go, Sam was sure even Dean could get behind this one.

#wincestiel #cleighwrites #spnfanficpond #christmas exchange

[405rew-twain]

Week 8 - “Deef en Dumb” Representations

Every time I think to myself, “you know, I’ve been reading texts in this or that class for a while now, and disability hasn’t come up at all — maybe I won’t be able to write about it this time around,” that’s when the author always comes around and hits me square in the face with the “WEIRD DISABILITY REPRESENTATION” baseball bat. It’s now Twain’s turn to participate in this time-honored college tradition of mine, I suppose!

So in the latter half of Huckleberry Finn, we get this piece of exposition from Jim, pages 240-241 in my edition:

‘She warn’t on’y ‘bout fo’ year ole, en she tuck de sk’yarlet-fever, en had a powerful rough spell; but she got well, en one day she was a-stannin’ aroun’ en I says to her, I says: “‘Shet de do’.” ‘She never done it; jis’ stood dah, kiner smilin’ up at me. […] ‘En wid dat I fetch’ her a slap side de head dat sont her a-sprawlin’. Den I went to de yuther room, […] en when I come back, […] en dat chile stannin’ mos’ right in it, a-lookin’ down and mournin’, en de tears runnin’ down. […] ‘Oh, Huck, I bust out a-cryin’ en grab her uyp in my arms, en say, “Oh, de po’ little thing! de Lord God Amighty forgive po’ ole Jim, kaze he never gwyne to fogive hisself as long’s he live!” Oh, she was plumb deef en dumb, Huck, plumb deef en dumb — en I’d ben a-treat’n her so!’

I can almost hear Mitchell and Snyder screaming from a distance about narrative prosthesis!

Twain here is trying to continue the work authors like Stowe have done in humanizing the disenfranchised African American through appealing to a white audience's sense of sentimentality — basically emotion-driven narratives meant to make you “feel something” — and he chooses to do so by presenting us with the character of Lizbeth, who’s only real involvement with the story here lies in her disability. The way it’s rendered here, the shift from Jim’s anger that she won’t listen to his grief that he’s physically hit her, stems from the revelation that she’s “deef and dumb” — corrective violence was allowed until her disabled nature is revealed. Disability is just the convenient literary device for Twain to communicate that the slave is someone worthy of white sympathy, that their capacity to be “afflicted” in such a pitiful way twists a story of simple paternal correction into one meant to twist the heart strings. This usage of disability, as you can imagine, is rather exploitative, in the exact same way we might consider Dickens’ rendering of Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol exploitative of the disabled image for a quick and easy emotional appeal.

I said in my introductory post I was interested to see how Twain would participate or potentially push back on the 19th century conversation surrounding disability. For the moment, it seems, he doesn’t quite manage to rise above his temporal circumstances.

[topcarol]

I've seen right though you master post. Links to each chapter is listed here and will be updated accordingly.

All AO3 Links.

Summary: Carol is your girlfriend, what could possibly go wrong

Chapter one: Psycho Dyke

Chapter two: Live for the moment

Chapter three: Bulltrue

Chapter four: I've seen right though you

Chapter five: Perfectly possessive

#carol denning #young carol #Carol denning imagine #carol denning x reader #orange is the new black #orange is the new black fan fiction #fan fiction #oitnb #A03 #my fic

[girlhomosonly]

Prompts

It’s been awhile! But I would like to get back into writing with our beloved Carol Denning! I reread what I posted and whew! MY heart is swelling up hehe. If you had anything specific you wanted to read, please don’t be shy and DM me! 

Also, I will be posting a Fantastic Beasts one-shot, Nobody’s Fault but Mine! I will have to check if I posted the original piece and just add that to the new piece. 

#carol denning #carol denning oitnb #oitnb #Orange is the new black #carol denning imagine #prompts #fanfic

[imonawholedifferentlevel]

𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 - 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ:ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ'ꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴘᴀʏʙᴀᴄᴋ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ꜱʟɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴏʀ, ꜱᴍᴜᴛ, 18+, ꜱᴛʀᴀᴘ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ʙᴏᴛᴛᴏᴍ!ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ, ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx, ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ, ᴛᴏᴘ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴘᴇᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇꜱ, Mommy! Kink

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢꜱ: ᴄᴀʀᴏʟ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ: ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ

"Why are we even here?" Carol moaned.

"Is it wrong to spend some time with my girlfriend?" I asked, placing a hand on my chest in an offended manner. She rolled her eyes and nudged my shoulder forcefully.

"I don't even have a damn swimsuit," she complained. My face broke into a wide grin, causing her expression to waver.

"Why the hell are you looking at me like that?!" She seemed slightly alarmed by my facial expression, but I remained silent and set my bag down.

"I didn't inform you because I wanted to personally get you a bathing suit," I smirked, pulling out a two-piece from my bag and tossing it to her. It took her a few seconds before her eyes slowly focused on what she was looking at.

"What the hell?!" I chuckled, knowing she would be upset with me.

"I'm not wearing this! Who do you think I am, a prostitute?!" She growled, throwing it at my face. It was a revealing black two-piece, with the top having silver ring-shaped ties on the sides and the bottoms resembling a thong.

I wanted to get back at Carol and give her a taste of her own medicine for teasing me one time when we were working together, leaving me all hot and bothered and forcing me to take care of myself when I got home.

"Come on, Carol. Who knows when we'll have the chance to do this again? Please," I pleaded, giving her my best fake innocent puppy dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes and groaned loudly, snatching it out of my hands and walking towards one of the bathrooms.

"I swear, I'll get you back for this," she threatened, giving me a menacing glare that sent shivers down my spine. But I smirked, unfazed.

Deciding to just get into the pool and wait for her, I took off my shirt, shorts, and flip flops, leaving me in my one-piece suit. I hopped into the pool, fighting the urge to shiver from the cold water.

After swimming for a little while to acclimate, I heard the door open and shut behind me. I turned around and was astounded. The swimsuit clung to her curves perfectly, providing a flawless view of her body. Her glasses were off, and her hair was tied up in a messy bun.

"Quit staring, damn it," she sneered, her hands concealing the top of her body. She walked toward the stairs and cautiously entered the pool. I noticed her body tense slightly, likely due to the cold.

"And I think you got the top too small," she said nervously.

"Really? Let me see," I attempted to move her hands, but she pulled away.

"No," she said.

"Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't judge you. I promise," I reassured her with a sincere expression. Slowly, she moved her hands, and my eyes widened. Her breasts were pushed up, and I had no idea how long I had been staring until I felt a body collide with mine.

Carol pressed her body against mine, her bust hidden by her frame. "You said you wouldn't judge, you dumbass!" she exclaimed, her face turning slightly pink as she buried it in my neck.

Snapping out of my daze, I cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry. It's just... well, because of all those loose shirts you wore, I thought your chest was more... flat?" I could feel her gaze burning into mine, her face slowly transforming into anger.

"Maybe I shouldn't have said that—OW!" I winced as her hand struck my cheek, feeling a stinging pain shoot through my skin.

"Screw you!" she yelled, landing blows that actually hurt quite a bit.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! I'm sorry. Just stop hitting me!" I groaned, massaging my sore muscles with a pout. She crossed her arms and turned her back to me. I sighed and swam toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder.

"I'm truly sorry. I should have just told you where we were going. It was just payback from last week, but I also wanted to have fun. If you want to leave, you can. I'll understand—" I was cut off by her turning around and pressing her lips against mine.

She pulled away before I could even react, and I felt my face flush as she grinned and gave me a slight push.

"Just be quiet already," she chuckled, "but I really dislike these bottoms though, it shows too much" she continued.

"Now that was intentional, you have a nice ass," she scoffed but chuckled slightly, "and an attractive chest," I added as I approached her.

"Why am I starting to think you didn't bring me here just to 'hang out'?" Her dark brown eyes suddenly grew darker as I got closer to her.

I moistened my lips and swiftly pressed her against the pool wall. "Wait, when you said payback from last week, you meant..." She trailed off.

"look who figured it out," I chuckled, giving her hip a firm squeeze.

She scoffed and gave me a confident grin. "If you wanted to eat me out all you had to do was ask," I glared at her cockiness. She always thought she was right. I placed my arms on either side of her head and leaned in close to her ear.

"That's not the only thing I want to do to that pussy," I nibbled on her earlobe, feeling her breath catch.

"Huh?!" she asked, clearly surprised by what I had just said.

"You know what, change of plans. How about I show you right here?" I grabbed her legs and wrapped them around my waist.

She gasped and quickly held onto my shoulders to keep from falling. I got out of the water and walked over to one of the tables where our belongings were. I sat her down on top of it.

"Just so you know, we're going to be exploring some of my own preferences," I replied, smirking at her shocked expression.

"What are you doing, Y/n? We're in a public place!" she squeaked when I started kissing her neck and fondling her breasts.

"It's dark out, trust me. We won't be seen. All you have to do is be quiet, although it might be difficult for you soon," I chuckled at my suggestive remark.

I could sense that Carol was becoming aroused by the situation because soft noises were escaping from her mouth and she was moving her hips against mine. I brought my hand down to her warmth and moaned at how wet she was.

"Are you feeling excited, baby?" I whispered, gently holding her chin. She eagerly nodded her head and grabbed onto my hips, desperately grinding her soaked sensitive area against any part of my body.

"I want you to call me mommy until I give you permission to stop, do you understand?" I asked, as I moved her underwear to the side without removing it and began to rub her pink bud in circles.

She whimpered but nodded her head, instantly lying down and pulling her legs up to her chest. As I increased the speed of my movements, I decided to slip two fingers into her slippery entrance to open her up a little bit.

"Ah!" She whined, biting her lip. I curved my fingers, causing her to arch her back and cry out.

Slowly, I removed my fingers, hearing her whimper at the sudden loss. "I think you're ready," I said.

"Ready for what?" She asked, sitting up in confusion. I walked towards the bag, unzipped it, and took out a strap-on. I looked her in the eyes with a wide smirk, causing her to squirm on the table.

"We're going to have a busy night," I said.

I put it on and walked back to the table, sitting down on one of the chairs. I gestured for her to sit on my lap, which she did. Once again, I moved her underwear to the side and pushed into her opening.

"Ouch! Fuck!" She groaned. I caressed her sensitive areas, which seemed to calm her down until I was fully inside.

A small "splat" sound echoed as she fully settled onto the strap. I gave her some time to adjust to it. This wasn't the first time we had used it, but it had always been used on me, so Carol had never been penetrated by it before.

After a while, she placed her hands on the armrests and slowly began to move her hips. She let out a few pained groans before they started to transform into sounds of pleasure. When I knew she was fully accustomed to it, I grabbed her hips and made her bounce up and down on the strap.

"Oh my goodness" she whispered, tilting her head back. I placed both of my hands on her behind, causing a resounding slap to reverberate through the pool. She let out a yelp and stared at me in surprise. I smirked and increased the speed of her movements.

She let out a soft moan as I delivered another gentle smack to her behind. I removed the fabric that covered her bouncing breasts, exposing them to me.

"Oh my goodness," I muttered, cupping them in my hands and caressing them.

Her sighs and moans filled my ears, and I struggled to control the desire between my legs. "W-what if we get c-caught?" she whimpered.

"Then we will put on a show for them," I replied. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began bouncing faster. We both moaned softly, trying to stifle our noises. Our lips met, our tongues intertwining as we vied for dominance.

I squeezed her behind and gave it a gentle smack. I lifted her off of me, and she whined in confusion.

"Turn around," I instructed. She bit her lip and slid off my lap, facing away from me. I pulled her back onto my lap, removing her bottoms, and entered her once again.

She wasted no time and resumed bouncing on me. "Mmm!" she moaned, holding onto my thighs for support. I licked my lips and caressed her slightly reddened behind from the earlier smacks.

"Wow," I groaned, admiring how alluring she looked in the position.

"Oh my goodness," I moaned, overcome by the arousing situation.

"Are you sure this is your first time?" I groaned. She laughed breathlessly and gazed up at me, running her tongue over her teeth before increasing the speed of her movements.

She emitted a sound that was a mixture of a chuckle and a groan and firmly grasped my thigh. I seized her throat and forcefully pulled her towards me, causing her to emit a soft yelp.

She gazed up at me, and I increased the pressure while thrusting my hips against hers and began kissing her jaw.

"Wait! No marks, you know that?!" she pleaded, but this only resulted in me tightening my grip on her throat.

"To hell with that," I replied.

"No! No!" she whined, pushing my face away from her neck.

I growled and turned her around lifting her up from the chair, continuing to move my hips against hers.

"Oh!" she gasped, and I maintained a firm hold on her thighs. She buried her face in my neck, moaning loudly when I firmly gripped her buttocks and increased the pace.

"Tonight, I will do whatever I want to you," I sneered.

She bit her lip and held onto me tighter. "How does it feel, baby?" I teased, looking into her dazed eyes.

"It feels so damn good!" she squealed. I pushed her onto the table and wrapped my hand around her throat before thrusting into her rapidly.

Her eyes rolled back, and she tightly gripped the arm that was around her throat. I forced her legs to lift higher so I could penetrate her at a deeper angle.

"What's my name, Care?" I asked, tilting my head.

"Y/n- ow!" she squeaked when I slapped her across the face, returning the favor.

"What did I tell you a minute ago?! Now, what's my name?" I snarled, intensifying my movements and applying more pressure to her neck. Her nails dug into my arm, and her back arched as she moaned loudly. I used my other hand to keep her hips elevated.

"Fuck! Mommy!" she whimpered. I grinned and placed her legs over my shoulders, thrusting into her at a deeper angle. Her eyes rolled back, and she moaned loudly. .

"Look at you, you filthy whore," I chuckled. She quickly covered her mouth to stifle her cries, but I slapped her hand away and replaced it with my thumb.

"Suck" I groaned she wrapped her soft lips around my thumb sucking on it as if it were a lollipop and swirling her tounge around it "there you go baby" I moaned feeling extremely more turned on than before "fuck me harder please" she whined looking into my eyes.

"Suck" I groaned as she wrapped her tender lips around my thumb, sucking on it as if it were a lollipop and swirling her tongue around it.

"There you go, baby," I moaned, feeling even more aroused than before.

"Fuck me harder please," she whined, looking into my eyes.

"Beg" I said, causing her to blush in embarrassment.

"You fucker" she muttered under her breathe before breathing heavily

"Please fuck me hard I'll be good mommy..." she begged, averting her gaze. I wanted to chuckle at her desperation and shame.

"Alright, you might want to hold onto something," I said, and I began thrusting against her on the table. She cried out, not bothering to cover her mouth.

"Oh my god!," she exclaimed, rubbing her sensitive area frantically.

"Oh yes! Fuck mommy right there!" she cried out.

I slapped her hand away from her intimate area and replaced it with my own. "Yes!" she squealed, gripping onto me tightly. I lifted her head and forcefully kissed her.

She slapped her hands against the rocking table, trying to steady herself. I went behind her and delivered a firm smack to her ass. She yelped and ceased her movements, allowing me to take charge.

I withdrew from her, flipped her over, and thrust back into her, maintaining my vigorous pace.

The sounds of our bodies colliding and our moans filled the entire pool area. It was clear what was happening if anyone attempted to enter.

She slapped her hands against the table, desperately trying to stabilize herself. I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, causing her to whimper loudly. "It feels so fucking good!" she squealed.

"I'm delighted to hear that you're enjoying it," I chuckled breathlessly, parting her buttocks and moaning at the sight of the strap sliding in and out of her. I felt her vaginal walls tighten around it as her sounds grew louder.

I withdrew, and she whimpered. I guided her back to the seat and placed a small mirror in front of us, just large enough to capture both of our reflections. I sat down and instructed her to face the mirror.

"I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you," I said. She bit her lip and glanced at me, but I delivered a hard smack to her ass, causing her to moan in pain.

"Turn back around," I demanded, and she quickly obeyed, facing the mirror again. I adjusted her hair, allowing it to fall gracefully over her shoulders, creating the illusion of a more relaxed situation.

However, I then grasped her hair firmly in my hand and pulled it back, eliciting a yelp from her. I entered her once more and resumed my vigorous rhythm.

Every time she averted her gaze from the mirror, I tugged on her hair even harder and slowed my thrusts. I observed her face in the mirror - her cheeks were flushed, her eyes rolled back, and she moaned uncontrollably.

"Fuck I love this fucking ass," I grunted, delivering a forceful slap.

I pressed her body against mine and firmly cupped her bouncing breasts.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" she moaned. I grabbed her chin and silenced her loud cries with a kiss.

"I'm cumming mommy, I'm cumming!" she cried out into the kiss. I continued until I felt her juices coat the strap and trickle down her legs, dripping onto my thighs.

Yet, I did not cease. I maintained a firm grip on her hips and thrust her against my body. She cried out, gripping the armrest with all her strength.

She attempted to lower her head, but I seized a lock of her hair and pulled it back up, forcing her to look at the mirror. I noticed small tears streaming down her face.

"Keep that damn head up," I said.

"I can't, it's too much! I-it's too darn much!" She sobbed biting her lip.

"You liked calling me pet names but as soon as the tables turn, you're a desperate little whore." I felt her clench around me, and I sped up my movements. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head.

"Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!" I had to cover her scream of pleasure with my hand when her climax hit her for the second time.

I helped her ride out her high, and we sat there for a few minutes, mostly so she could catch her breath.

Then I lifted her off the strap, seeing the extreme mess she left behind. I took the strap off and cleaned it off before I sat back down on the chair, my hands and arms exhausted from what I did.

I heard water splashing for a little bit until it stopped, and I felt Carol straddle me once more, leaving small pepper kisses on my neck and skin. I moaned slightly and massaged her waist.

"I'm not a fucking whore," she whispered in my ear and giving it a swift lick. I jumped a little, and she let out a small cackle.

Even after all that, she was still a cocky teenager. She fixed her top and got up to put her bottoms back on.

"I might just let you top me for a little while. I love that wild side of you," she said and slapped my rear with a smirk. I squeaked and gave her a glare.

"I swear, woman-"

"Oh, there it is" she cooed, grabbing her things. I put the strap back in my backpack and put on my clothes before grabbing it and walking towards Carol, who was already walking away.

"You're not going to put your clothes back on?" I asked, and she gave me a grin.

"Oh nooooo," she said, dragging out the last word.

"You said we were going to be here for a while, so you might as well take that strap right back out 'cause you're going to make love to me in your car." She stopped me and went towards my ear.

"Mommy," she whispered slapping my ass again before walking towards the car with an extra sway in her hips.

I felt a pool in between my legs, and without second thought, I quickly rushed after my girlfriend. This girl never fails to make me flustered.

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[denningsjawbreaker]

FILMS AND SWEETS

by: denningsjawbreaker

SUMMARY: Young Carol comes to Readers house and they are watching some movie and it's basically a fluff story LMFAOOO. ( Also this is before prison! carol duh ! )

A/N : FIRST SHORT DRAFT I FORGOT TO POST HELP BUT ILL BE MAKING MORE IN THE FUTURE

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CAROL was currently over at your house and was comfortably laying on the floor with scattered bits of wrappers from her lollipop addiction. You both were currently watching Smokey and The Bandit (which was Carol's idea and there was no arguing with her when it came to Burt Reynolds). She began to feel a bit mischievous during the silence of the film and reached for one of the unopened lollipop and throws it at the back of your head.

" OOMF ! " you turned around and rubs the spot she hit and narrowed at her . She returned with an innocent smile but was chuckling.

" Thought that was funny did ya ? " You asked her as she shrugged her shoulders and leaned back against your bed and sucked on the lollipop. You had a small pout forming as you crawled to sit next to her and looked up at her.

Carol turned to you with a slight smirk and she took out her lollipop and held ur chin with her hand and brought ur face closer to her. " You know I was just messing with you doll. You know how much I love it " she whispers and looks at you up and down before placing a small chaste kiss against your plump lips.

You're pout quickly turned into a huge smile and melted in the palm of her hands. No matter what Carol did you knew she would always have this HOLD on you. She was just your favorite person ever and just spending time with Carol just made you happy and as much as Carol tries to hide it you DEFINITELY made her shitty life way tolerable.

" Doll, what do you say ? Forgive me and we can watch The Longest Yard " she asks while playing with your hair and is smirking a bit . You shake head and playfully cross your arms.

" Care, you promised me after this we would watch the Lost Boys though " you whined and wrapped your arms around your Burt Obsessed bird girlfriend . She pouts and sighs and looks at her Burt Poster she plastered on your wall since your room was basically her room .

" You really want me to deny Burt..." she asked in a small voice with her head tilt at you lowkey making her glasses fall onto the tip of her nose. You sigh and purse your lip looking at Carol who was making it harder for you to resist .

With a groan of loss you go over to your VHS tapes and put in " The Longest Yard " and you sit back with Carol who had a wide smile and was holding your her blanket as the movie began and looks at you.

" You are the best thing that's ever happened to me ! You know that? " she exclaims with a bit of a squeal and kisses your cheek and pulls you closer to her and wraps her arms around you while sharing the blanket .

You smiled at her happiness as you both enjoyed the 6th Burt Movie y'all watched tonight. You didn't actually mind though because all you needed was the HAPPINESS of Carol and her being happy and cared for.

" Can We watch Deliverance next ?" Carol asked and you chuckle.

" Let's just finish this one first before we get ahead of ourselves - "

" What- I don't get ahead- "

" Carol... "

" Fine..." Carol sighs and pouts while holding you still but she has a small smile as she feels your hand rubbing circles on her skin. Both of you enjoying the movie with no worries or stress.

This is what's most important .

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[ PLS comment if you'd like to be featured in my future tagged list for Carol stories ]

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[simpingforthemm]

" when I call the shots you call me mommy "

mommy issues - cloudy june

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Young!Carol Denning Masterlist

A Moment Alone (NSFW)

Lollipop (NSFW)

First Time (NSFW)

A Secret Meeting (NSFW) (Pt. 1, Pt. 2)

A Lesson in Love

Fighting For Control (NSFW)

Too Much (NSFW) (Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3)

A Romantic Outing (NSFW)

Affection

Touch (NSFW)

Comforting

A Surprise

Meal For One

Jawbreaker

Guardian Angel

A Tryst in the Closet (NSFW)

A Moment Alone

A Surprising Reaction

Halloween in Prison (NSFW)

A Touch of Comfort

First Time (NSFW)

Closing Night

Trick or Treat

Enough

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[carol-dennningss]

i just read an old fanfiction i wrote a year ago with carol and an insert character that's like an old flame and ends up in prison bc of murder and drug dealing and the whole ordeal.

should i continue writing it or is the carol fandom dying out? 😂

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[multifandomfix]

Imagine being new to C Block and Carol being attracted to you.

You looked around C Block like a child who’d lost their mother. Hardly anyone even so much as cast a glance your way, but one woman caught your eye and held it. She silently beckoned you over with a crooked finger and you walked her way. "Best stick with me, new girl. I’m Carol, and I don’t usually do this, so consider yourself lucky that I find you interesting."

For @letssweetlollipopposts

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