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[vixensofsorrow]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was being serious about this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked away for a moment, continuing the search.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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♱ off. — n.n

creds to @s-hyia & @florietas for the dividers!!

𑁤 w/l : substance usage, vomiting, fluff, angst??, profanity!! i think thats all <3

this is not proofread + i didn't use caps on purpose and never will!!

nicky is a woman who, usually, stays true to her promises. 

“i promise i’ll never use again, baby. please, i can get better, just trust me.”

what a lie. 2 years, down the fucking drain. early this morning nicky stumbled into her bunk, the one that you two shared. it was wayyy too obvious she was using again, and you wanted to break down right there, but you couldn’t. you had to be there for her. 

her lips and fingertips were blue, she looked pale, like she just got done vomiting. she couldnt walk straight, her pupils were dialated, it was so fucking obvious. 

“nicky, baby, c’mere.” you murmured softly, trying your best not to wake the other inmates up. 

“baaaaaabee, hii.. mmhph..” she stumbled over to your lap, in which you caught her when she tripped. “i puked, but i’m okay, i’m okay!!” she whisper-yelled, and you brushed the hair out of her face. you could’ve started crying right there, she was cold, so fucking cold. “that’s good, sweetheart. just.. l’me take a look at you. you tired, baby?” you quietly murmured, holding her in your lap as you checked her out, holding one of her hands in yours. 

“dunno, mamas.. i don’t really feel anything. hmph.” she yawned, at least she wasn't fully out of it. you kissed the top of her head, “okay, babe. okay..” you sighed, rocking her gently on your lap.

“are you sure you're okay, nicks?” you asked softly, a few minutes later, stroking the hair away from her face. “yeah, for the 5th time, i’m okayy.” she murmured, she had slightly calmed down, still bouncy but she didn’t move from your lap. you made the big decision, deciding to tell her. she obviously didn’t know she used. “nicky, baby, you’re cold.” you said, catching her attention. “what’d you mean, mamas?..” she asked softly, grasping your hand in her own.

“did you find heroin? please, dont lie to me.”

“yeah, but i gave it to boo.. i promise.” she whined quietly, she didn’t want you mad at her. “no, you didn’t, you used again.” you murmured softly, pulling her closer to you, her eyes were unfocused, wandering away from your stare. “look at me, baby, just try.” you gently cupped her chin, making her look up at you. 

“did i relapse..? i really did?” she asked softly, she looked like she was about to cry. it had probably been about an hour or two since she relapsed, and she was slowly making her way into withdrawal. “yes, baby, yeah.. it's gonna be okay, though. you did good finding your way back to the bunk.” you smiled softly, your eyes swelling up with tears. she almost instantly started sobbing, which alerted guard bell, 

“keep it down, inmate!” guard bell yelled, standing next to the doors.

“baby, shhh.. it's okay, itttss okaayy..” you murmured softly, trying to soothe her sobs, patting her back gently and bouncing her in your lap. “it's not okay, i’m not okay. mamas, i didn't mean to. are you mad at me?..” she sobbed quietly, hiding her face in your shoulder. none of the other inmates really minded her sobs or cries, they knew she was going through something. “noo, baby, i’m not mad.” you cooed softly, petting her hair. she stopped crying for a moment, then started again. she was sweating, alot. she was withdrawing. “b-babe.. fuck, trashcan!” she sobbed, which caused the guard to yell again, you immediately grabbed the trash can next to your bed though, holding it up to her. she slouched down, vomiting into the trash can. “good girl, let it all out, it's okay..” you soothed, patting her back gently, helping her through it. “all done?” you asked softly after she stopped puking, helping her lift her head, and wiping her mouth with your sleeve. “hmph, yeah, i’m.. done.” she murmured, she was slightly out of it, but still fazed. “mamas.” she grunted softly, and i placed a hand on her stomach, it was rock hard, tense. i rubbed her stomach slowly and gently, making sure i didn't cause her any pain. “that better, sweetheart?” you asked gently, continuing to rub soft circles on her stomach, and she sighed. “yes, baby, thank you.” she murmured softly, slowly adjusting back to her normal self, slooooooowly. 

—

“good girl.” you murmured softly, helping her lay down slowly, making sure you didn't hurt her. “i appreciate it, mamas.” she murmured quietly, it was painfully obvious she was tired, because she fell asleep almost instantly. “night, babygirl.” you murmured softly as you cuddled up to her, she would be okay, she truly would.

𝜗𝜚 a/n : as a girl that used & relapsed throughout her teenage years, this was particularly hard to write, i sobbed almost the whole way through. when i wrote this, i didnt think about how it would attract attention to using & overdosing. so, i must say that i'm NOT trying to influence drug usage. <3 please, stay away from substances, you truly don't know how bad it can hurt you. i also wanna say that this was longer than i wanted it to be smhh.. buuuttt i hope u enjoy reading it!

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First day

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Alex Vause x reader

!!TW: mention of murder and vague drug mention!!

Work count:: 1.2k (not proof read)

Alex POV: (Alex and Piper aren't together in this)

I walked into the cafeteria and joined the que to get lunch, another day of sloppy something, mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. Yum, I can't complain though because it's better than nothing and if I do complain Red will starve me out. Brushing off hat thought, I get my food and saunter over to a table with some of my friends on it, Morello, Chapman and Nicky.  I take a seat and listen in on their conversation. 

Nicky - "No c'mon, she's hot."

Piper - "I agree, I mean have you seen her. The eyes, hair the hair!" dragging out the r sound at the end as if to make a point.

Alex - "Who you talking about?"

Nicky - "That new girl that showed up in the van this morning, she's very good lookin' although she's been crying in the bathroom since she got here so maybe not the most stable girl in here."

Morello - "There's worse trust me, and besides why are you all getting so worked up about this? Yeah she's nice to look at but what if she has someone outside of here? You know, like a boyfriend or girlfriend or someone, she might even be married for all you know?"

Nicky - "Yeah but you said it, she's nice to look at tuts, she's gunna be getting looks from all over. If she stops crying of course."

At this point my interest was piqued and I wanted to see what all the fuss was about so once I'd sat, had a tal and eaten my food I was going to go find this mystery girl and find out if they're actually telling the truth.

Y/n POV:

I can't believe I actually did that. I killed her. I killed my own mother. I keep telling myself it was the only way out but everytime I think about it the guilt and self resentment creeps back in. My mum had munchausen by proxy and she made me believe I was sick and could walk or do practically anything by myself. I really didn't see any other way out so, one night I just did it. Obviously I feel terrible and wish I'd never done it but, there really was no other way out. Anyway, it's done now and I'm in jail, thankfully not maximum security because people could see my side of the story and saw I wasn't just a cold-blooded killer. 

I've been at Litchfield a little over 5 hours now and as soon as I was allowed to go off and do my thing, I went straight for the bathroom and I've been crying ever since. Somehow, I managed to get the only stall with a door so thankfully people can't just watch me cry, hear me yes but watch, no.

All day people have been staring and I don't know why. Maybe they think I'm fucked up for what I did or something. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear a soft knock on the door. 

Alex - "Hey, you okay in there? Stupid question I know because well, you're crying but I still feel like I have to ask."

I bite my lip and sigh before responding, I didn't expect anyone to actually care.

Y/n -  "Uhm- yeah, I guess I'm okay. Not my ideal situation but you know, life goes on."

Alex - "Yeah well you got that one right."

After that a not awkward but not totally comfortable silence fell over us. I slowly stood up and unlocked the door. I stepped out and tried to dry my face from the copious amount of tears I'd shead in the past hours of being here. Instantly this woman picked up on it and gently held my face in one hand and helped me wipe my tears with the other.

Alex - "You'll be okay, I'm going to be brutally honest with you, the first few days are actual hell, you'll miss everything and everyone but, I'll be here is you ever want to talk about it okay? Oh, and I'm Alex by the way, but everyone calls me Vause, it's my last name." 

I smiled at Alex and nodded my head a small thank you leaving my lips. She pulled me into her embrace and held me tight. 

Alex - "You know, they were right."

I was confused because I had not a single idea what she was going on about. So, I pulled my head slightly away from her shoulder and looked at her.

Y/n - "What do you mean? Who's right?"

Alex - "Oh just my friends, they said some stiff about how you were really good looking and what not."

You felt a blush creep across my face as you looked into her gorgeous green eyes only now just realising after looking a her properly just how beautiful she really was. A sly smirk found it's way onto her lips before she spoke again. 

Alex - "Hey, don't get all shy on me now."

A she said that her hand found it's way to my waist as she pulled me closer again. Whilst she trailed her other hand up my body and hooked a finger around my chin so I'd look her in the eyes.

Y/n - "You really mean it?"

Alex - "Of course I do, I mean I've known you what, like 2 minutes and I'm already calling you beautiful I think that speaks for itself ." 

I giggle a bit and looked down in an attempt to hide my flustered face yet again, knowing she was right. I looked her in the eyes again only to see her eyes had never left me and she had a wide smile of her face. 

Alex POV:

I looked down slightly because I was a bit taller than her and just marvelled at this gorgeous girl in front of me she had glowing y/h/c hair and shining y/e/c eyes, her smile could light up a room and her laugh was so fucking adorable. Normally, I'm not the one to fall over small stuff like this but she was different,  I don't know why, she just was.

She looked me back in the eyes and I couldn't help myself anymore, I leaned in and captured her lips in mine. They fit together like puzzle pieces. Her hand found their way into my hair while mine rested on the small of her back keeping her safe in my arms. I swiped my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance and she happily agreed. She tugged on my hair a little so in return I grazed my teeth over her bottom lip and she let out a small breathy moan which was almost silent but, I could still hear it. We broke away for ir and as soon as we separated we crashed our lips back together hungrily. She was almost as addictive as some of the things women in the jail used to do. 

Just as things were getting heated someone burts into the bathroom.

Healy - "INMATES NO LESBIAN ACTIVITY ALLOWED!"

We both untangled ourselves from each other and apologised. As he left I whispered in her ear. 

Y/n POV:

Alex - "He won't catch us tonight sweetheart don't worry. I'll have you all to myself, I'll make you feel better."

She then gave me a final eck on the lips and walked out the bathroom. Oh man, I was not going to get much sleep on my first night in prison.

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[wr1ghtstuff]

The New Woman

Summary: Theres a new professor at a your college that you’ve just enrolled in, except you didn’t expect her to be this hot- oh, and Alex Vause.

Alex Vause / Laura Prepon x female reader

PART 1 🫶

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The second day of a brand new college.

New friends. New surroundings. New life essentially.

After three missed alarm calls and a rant from my mother on how I should have my shit together by my big age, I chucked on whatever clothes I could find in my wardrobe (that you could somewhat call an outfit) and headed straight to college and got on the bus in a flame of bulge.

After a boisterous and painful Monday, sat surrounded by rich freaks and bitchy girls, I was considering if college was even right for me. It was like some form of dystopian hell in there- a fresh room with a fresh tutor is a fresh start again, right?

It had to be better than yesterday- surely?

Checking the time on my phone in a panic, my heartbeat felt like it was slamming itself against my skull whilst the oxygen invaded my trembling lungs with each inhalation. At the thought of being behind everyone, I blush out of worry and pick up my pace before approaching the new mysterious room with my group of friends just after 10.30.

I couldn't be late for a new teacher- what sort of first impression is that!?

I throw in impulsively to my friends how much I didn't even want to come in to today's lesson through a clenched jaw as I thought of our main tutor and how she treated our class.

I shoulder my way into the room taking deep breaths and fiddling with the skin on the ends of my fingers as I scanned the room for the perfect place to sit before we settled in and selected our seats in the room.

Great. The only seats left are ones right by the board and the main bigger and black chair.

Why oh why do we always get the crap seats near the teacher!?

After a few minutes of my internal panic, I was relived to see that the lecturer hadn't arrived yet and seeing the rest of my class group lively and chatting to each other.

With relief, I turn and look at my friend (who was sat across from me on our table) through deep breaths to try and calm me down, as we started talking and laughing about some random shit we had just thought of whilst waiting for whoever our new lecturer was to turn up.

Smiling constantly, I had a good feeling about today despite the ghastly start to my day.

My friend Christie bellowed something hilarious from some TikTok or something sending us all into a fit of laughter until the tears actually started forming in our eyes.

God, how could I love these people so much in such a short space of time.

I glanced at the clock that stood strong above the projected board and notice that it was already 10.36.

Where was this woman?

Composing ourselves as we saw a tall figure shadow it's way around the corner, she stood bright but stressed as she slowly opened the door that moaned on its hinges and then entered our room carrying a pile of notepads and her laptop which she obviously couldn't fit in her under filled tote bag.

Speak of the devil.

I turn to the same friend that had just made me nearly piss myself with laughter as we lock our eyes in some sort of joint joy sensation and a gleaming smile soon spread wide across our faces.

In does not slouch the middle aged woman with grey hair and a long teacher style dress we all anticipated.

My gaze widens fully towards her and I subconsicously straighten my back, leaning forward in the seat in anticipation for something that I just couldn't form into words.

Dumbfounded, I trail my enervated eyes over the new female creature that had just entered the room like I was scanning for something. She was noticeably in a rush and was flustered, hence her slightly red cheeks.

There could be no simple explanation why this woman looked the way she did.

Her brunette bangs shook freely at the top of her head and trailed down either side of her face. They shone bright in the little bit of light that fought its way into the room making her look unearthly. I swallowed hard even though my throat was bone dry as my eyes roamed over her body once more.

A checked grey blazer, black suit trousers and doc martens. Could it be, oh my god?

I inwardly scream, feeling my stomach drop a few metres downhill. My entrancement abruptly comes to an end after a hard shove in the side fights against my body, making me subtly loose my balance as I turn and see the deadly glare from one of the girls next to me in a mischievous smile.

"Oh, stop it Y/N," my friend Elizabeth chuckled “I can almost see your lady boner from here”. I turned to her in a panic and see that she is giving me the look. Not just any look- the one to imply that I was in a different world and I wasn't going to live this moment down.

I quickly reinforce my stance I had before the woman entered the room after realising I was now slouched across my table with a form of drool leaving the side of my lip. I rapidly sat up as if nothing had happened and put on the usual composed and interested face.

The woman put her tote bag and her pride month edition 'Kanken' bag on the front table and then leaned against it whilst waiting for a silent order to come from the class.

"Okay, sorry about the late entrance everyone but my name is Miss Vause and I will be teaching you your skills for this project...."

In response, my stomach began to flutter slightly making me press my hand against the new uncomfortable feeling.

I couldn't even care what was coming out of her mouth, her emerald green eyes gleamed with every word she spoke, complimenting the dimples on either side of her smile.

"Oh. my. god," Christie mouthed from across the table resting her head in her palms whilst the smile still spread joyfully. "She is wow; Y/N, I don't even know what to say."

All I needed to care about at this point was trying not to show the unholy amount of dribble coming from the side of my lip in awe.

Whist Miss Vause was speaking, I opened up my laptop with sweaty palms as my heart started to pound against my chest even harder. My cheeks transfigured into a rosy bed of redness almost out of embarrassment and my voice got softer and warmer with every word.

As the hour went on, her voice became softer out of nerves and her smile grew more forceful before running her hand through her hair reshaping her bangs.

"Miss Vause, I have no idea how to use photoshop," Haz (a classmate of mine) mentioned as she finished her sentence. "Would you be able to help me?"

I had never been so jealous of that man in my life.

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[macaroni676]

Like pls im begging for fics pls

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[lyonneswife]

Imprisoned Love - Nicky Nichols

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Warnings: Praise Kink, Pet Names, Handcuffs, Thigh Riding, Fingering

Words: 2172

Pairings: Switch Fem reader X DomTop Nicky Nichols

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Nobody's POV:

When you became the hot junkies roommate you thought everything would be fine and normal, you thought you'd be great friends. But your thoughts were wrong. You wanted more. You wanted her. Her to destroy you.

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Y/N's POV:

Sitting on my bunk reading, my mind drifted off somewhere else. "Are you gonna be a good girl" "be quiet okay we aren't alone remember" "cum for me y/n" Nicky said to me. Her fingers trailed all over my body. I was pushed up against a wall. The door was locked however someone could notice us any minute.

I got brought from my thoughts as Nichols walked into the room. Shit why am I thinking like this about her, she's just my bunk mate, my friend.

Nicky: "hey y/l/n what you doing"

Me: "ah nothing really just reading"

Nicky: "alright then, I'm just heading off to the chapel now anyway. Gonna go meet Morello" she says with a wink.

I was always kinda jealous of Lorna to be honest. I always wished I was her, she's honestly so lucky. But she doesn't even like Nicky she's practically using her.

I hopped off my bunk and grabbed Nicky's wrist. This is it I'm going to tell her I like her, before it's too late. I said to myself.

Me: "wait" I said looking into her eyes. My eyes flickered down to her lips wanting to desperately kiss her.

Nicky: "huh?"

Instantly I freaked out and panicked. Letting go of her wrist and pulling away saying "nvm" Nicky walked off and exited the room. Heading to the chapel to meet Morello.

Nicky's POV:

I walked out my bunk heading to the chapel to meet lorna smirking and slightly giggling to myself. I can see the effect I have on y/n but she doesn't realise it. I know she wants me I'm just waiting for her to make a move. Or I'll just make the move if she takes too long. I know I should go back in there and grab her. Kiss her delicate plump lips, take her to the chapel but I can't. I can't tell her yet or maybe I can.

Y/N's POV:

Nicky had left to go see Lorna and I got back to reading. The book I was reading was a wlw book honestly I was very deep into the story that I didn't realise Nicky came back. Until I felt my bunk sink. "Hey" Nicky had said while chewing gum. I slowly lowered my book too slow that she pushed it down and moved closer to me.

Nicky: "I know what you were thinking about earlier when I came in"

Me: "what are you talking about Nicky"

Nicky: "don't play dumb with me y/n I'm not that stupid"

Me: "I really don't know what you mean Nichols"

Nicky just laughed to herself and leant forward close to my ear and whispered. "Do I need to show you what you were thinking about, by actually making it a reality. By fucking you dumb y/n" she said in a seductive raspy voice lifting up my chin to look at her. Before pulling away biting her lip smirking

Me: "w-what um I-"  I stuttered.

Nicky: "see. Do I make you nervous y/n"

Me: "no no it's just u-uh" I stuttered again

Nicky: "enough talking" she said leaning forward close enough to kiss me. Capturing my lips into a heated kiss I moan slightly against her lips as she gets on top of me. (Bare in mind we are on the top bunk this could escalate badly any minute)

Nicky: "someone's needy huh"

Me: "please Nicky I need you"

Nicky: "oh you need me?"

I couldn't say anything so I nodded.

Nicky: “hmm how about we have a bit of fun with this then” she says pulling out a pair of handcuffs.

Me: “NICKY WHAT THE FUCK. DID YOU STEAL THEM FROM ONE OF THE GUARDS”

Nicky: “yeah stole them from luschek” she says laughing

Me: “fucking hell what if you get caught with them”

Nicky: “don’t worry I won’t, now hands up sweetie” I do as she says and put my hands up she puts one of the cuffs on one hand then the other on the other hand while smirking at me.

Nicky: “right you’re gonna keep that pretty mouth of yours shut while I fuck you like the desperate whore you are for me. Okay kitten. And you can’t touch me” she says putting a strand of hair behind my ear

Me: “but-”

Nicky: “no but’s” she says cutting me off

I don’t say anything to her and just nod. She grabs my handcuffed wrists and pins them back above my head. Causing my breath to hitch, she bites her lip looking down at me underneath her loving the sight of it.

Nicky: “god I love you underneath me”

Me: “I’ve always wanted to be underneath you”

Nicky: “I know you have kitten, also what did I say about talking” she says wrapping her hand around my neck pushing me down further into the pillow. “Do you want me to punish you. Show you how naughty you’re being” she whispers close to my lips I don’t say anything back and just keep looking at her not even move either. “Because I will. I’ll show you how much of a naughty girl you are, how bad you are being and how badly you need me”

Me: “do it”

Nicky: “I told you to shut up” she says slapping me across the face. I don’t move to look at her, she didn’t like that.

She grabs the lower part of my face forcing me to look at her. Going close to my lips and kissing me in a heated kiss I moan against her lips as she starts grinding into me. One hand on my wrists the other sliding down into my panties. Her lips on mine pulling the moans from my mouth in a heated make out. I move closer to her fingers and begin to grind into her. Moaning into the kiss. “Nicky” i lowly whisper against her lips.

Nicky: “shhh”

Me: “fuck I’m close”

Nicky: “cum on my fingers baby, let me hear all your pretty noises” and with that I released all on her fingers moaning like crazy but she put her hand over my mouth muffling the moans. She lets me ride out my high before pulling her fingers out and sucking off all my juices off her fingers. “Yummy” she mumbles before hovering over me again and leaning down.

Nicky: “open your mouth baby”

I do as she says and open my mouth. She then spits in my mouth putting a finger under my chin to close it.

Nicky: “swallow” she demanded. Again I did what she said and swallowed her salvia that was mixed with my cum.

Nicky: “look at you being such a good girl for me. I’m so proud you’re finally listening to me. Good girl” she whispered.

Me: “fuck” I say pulling at the handcuffs.

Nicky: “aww does my little slut want to touch me” she says trailing her fingers on the side of my face

Me: “yeah please I’ll be good”

Nicky: “hmm okay”

Nicky takes one of the handcuffs off my wrist but leaves the other one on. Handcuffing me to the bed.

Me: “noo just one”

Nicky: “if you keep complaining I won’t let you touch me at all”

Me: “fine” I put my hand on her cheek and pull her closer to me. I look deep into her eyes and smile at her.

Nicky: “what”

Me: “has anyone ever told you how hot and beautiful you are Nichols”

Nicky: “shut up”

Me: “make me”

Nicky: “actually your the only one that’s ever said that you know”

Me: “Nicky”

Nicky: “yeah”

Me: “kiss me, fuck me again, just please destroy me”

Nicky: “you were being all soft and cute what happened why you all horny all of the sudden sweetie” she says moving hair out of my face.

Me: “because I need you please I need you so bad Nicky I’ve waited too long for you. that I need you so badly”

Nicky: “oh baby I know. I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I don’t want it to end”

I don’t say anything and only squeeze her boob through her prison shirt. She moans before taking my hand away.

Nicky: “baby let me pleasure you okay as much as I like it. You need to be touched not me” I don’t listen to her and slide my hand into her trousers. Moving her panties aside and rubbing her clit softly. Earning a small moan out of Nicky. I get faster with my movements as her moans become louder. “Do you want me to stop” I whisper in her ear. “Fuck” is all she could mutter out.

Me: “cum on my fingers and after I’ll let you be in control again” I whisper. Nicky released all over my fingers. Head falling back and moans spilling out of her mouth. I let her ride out her high before pulling my fingers out and licking them clean.

Me: “Fuck you taste good Nichols”

Nicky: “you sneaky, don’t do that again ok I prefer to pleasure you but that felt good”

Me: “you taste amazing I want more”

Nicky: “no no your turn” she says pushing me down onto the pillow then crashing her lips into mine again.

Pulling away to look at me with a slight smirk. She says “let’s change this up a bit”

Me: “what do you mean” I say with a confusing look.

Nicky: “get up”

Me: “slight problem I can’t I’m handcuffed to the bed remember”

Nicky: “oh yeah”

Nicky takes the handcuffs off me. I sit up still looking at her with a confused look.

Nicky: “right so since there’s no officers around stand up” I do what she says and stand up. “Strip” I look at her with wide eyes. She gestures her hand for me to strip and I do what she says. Now I’m just left in my bra and panties. “No panties off too” I nod before she gives me another demand.

Nicky: “ok come here” i walk closer to her still confused. “Get on your knees” I get on my knees before she tells me to put my arms out. Cuffing both of them then telling me to stand up again. Before she taps her leg telling me to sit on her lap with my cuffed wrists around her neck.

Nicky: “ride me, ride my thigh sweetie” she whispers in my ear.

Nichols put her hands on my waist to help me out moving me back and forth while peppering kisses on my neck. Sucking slightly to leave marks. The movements became faster. I crashed my lips into hers in a heated kiss. Suddenly our door opened, I didn’t see who it was but Nicky did, it was Morello. Nicky didn’t stop as Lorna slammed the door shut running out crying. I quickly approached my high as my eyes rolled back, head tilted back as Nicky kissed my neck some more. She let me ride out my high before crashing our lips together again.

Nicky: “did you like that, because I sure did”

I only nodded as she kissed me again. Moving her tongue in to deepen the kiss. “Nicky who opened our door” I said in a shaky voice.

Nicky: “oh it was lorna. She ran out crying tho I think she’s mad at me now because she saw your hot, naked, sexy body on top of me, but I don’t care I only care about you” I smiled at the last part before kissing her again. “I don’t want this to end. Us I mean. But what even are we Nicky” I mumble against the kiss.

Nicky: “what do you want us to be”

Me: “I want to be yours. I want you to own me, my body, my heart. Everything Nicky”

Nicky: “well I can make that happen sweetie” she says in a sexy seductive voice. Before kissing me again

After that we made out again. “I own you remember that” she whispers in my ear with her hand on my throat. I smirk at her before politely asking her to take of the handcuffs so we can cuddle for the rest of the night. I got off her and put back on my prison uniform before climbing into the bunk next to her and falling asleep in her arms.

That night I slept like an angel just being in her arms was amazing. I finally got everything I wanted. I got the hot lesbian junkie.

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A/N: I hope you liked this oneshot this is my first Nicky one so sorry if it’s kinda bad.

#natasha lyonne #nicky nichols #oitnb nicky #wlw #lgbtq #fanfic #nickynicholsfanfic #lesbian

[denningsjawbreaker]

die for you | first day

by: denningsjawbreaker

a/n : ill probably be slow to update since its school era but be patient because I have lots of ideas for this story mwahhhh

September 20, 1982

VICTORIA sighs as she gets dropped off at West Virgina Highschool. She absolutely hated being the new kid. All the dumbass introductions ad especially making friends. It was all anxiety inducing and too much pressure...but she did promise her mom to make actual friends and have a great day and Victoria never ever wanted to break her mom's promises.

" okay.... I'm pretty sure my locker is this one " Toria mumble as she looks at the beige looking locker. She begins to put her items she doesn't need inside the locker so her bag doesn't bother her later on the day. She closes the locker and sighs and has her schedule in her hand and she begins to walk looking for her first class.

" Room 205...where th- " Toria mumbles to herself while walking a fast pace before she collides onto another figure.

" WHAT THE FUCK ?! " the voice exclaimed loudly startling Toria a bit. " Great job you dropped my fucking glasses " she picks up her big glasses that has a crack on it as she puts it back on her face and her lips curl staring at Toria.

Toria lips part and sighs and picks up her schedule that feels as well. She can't help but feel slightly intimidated by the girl in front of her but she had to make sure she doesn't seem faze.

" I'm sorry...I'm a bit of a klutz...you see it's my first day here- " Toria begins to explain but it's cut off immediately.

" Well maybe today you'll learn a thing or two about fucking walking and not breaking other people's shit " she sneers harshly before brushing past Toria's elbow hard.

'Jesus she has a temper' Toria thought to herself while rubbing the sharp pain away in her elbow . She sighs regaining her strength to find her classroom whilst reminding herself not to have that commotion she just had again.

' so much for making friends '

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10 mins later

" R- 205 "

"oh thank God " Toria sighs breathing heavily as she stands in front of the door trying to calm herself.

She opens the room to reveal students in the classroom and a tall man with a beard holding a pointer. She could tell that was her teacher and she already had her nerves awakening again. The room was surrounded by different conversations and friend groups. Toria sighed at that.

Toria adjusted her bag and walked into the classroom trying to get the seat in the back and letting a few " excuse me " before landing a seat near the window .

Toria taking out her notebook and pen she looks around her classroom slowly adjusting to it. Maybe she was just overthinking as usual and it's going to be alright. She stared out a bit for a second before the classroom door slammed open.

" nice to see you made it in time Denning " The teacher said and Toria perked up a bit as her stomach kinda knotting as she sees the girl with the glasses again . " Carol remind yourself to not be late in my class this year " the teacher remarked making the angry girl roll her eyes in response.

' Carol '

Toria not wanting to cause anymore trouble looks away from Carol's peripheral vision and just focuses on her notebook and starts scribbling random ass notes. She could here the stomps of Carol's shoes making it's way to the back of the classroom and Toria slowly turns and sees Carol's arm crosses with a frown on her face.

' she really is an unhappy person ' Toria thought and sighs and genuinely has no idea why she is so interested in her since she made her impression well enough to Toria .

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CAROL was sitting in the back. Her arm crossed and her back against the hard ass chair. She hated this fucking school and it's dumbass people. She couldn't careless about anything here. Besides her chess club she really had nothing better to do.

She popped a jawbreaker in her mouth and takes her black notebook out scribbling little designs. She adjusts her glasses and sniffs as she draws a new art piece in her book, not even paying attention to the introductory assignment that's been established.

Carol couldn't help but feel eyes on her. Oh did she hate when people fucking stared at her. To her, they were asking for a problem. She immediately followed her guts and looked up to see the same girl who bumped into her this morning and her scowl rises.

" Fucking What ? "

Immediately the girl turned red and looked away and Carol smirked at this. Obviously she had an effect on her and oh does Carol have ideas now.

Carol starts finishing her little drawing and chuckles to herself.

" what to do with you dollface " she sings to herself and looks up at the brown haired beauty that caught the angry bird's interest.

' im going to have fun with this one ' Carol thought

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After what felt like an eternity, the class was finally finished and Toria rushed to put her supplies in her bag and she gets up and goes out the classroom.

" Yo! dollface..." a voice called out to her and Toria turned around and is faced with a smirking Carol.

" oh... uh hi- " Toria sighed. This was it..maybe a first beat up in her new school is what it'll take for Toria to learn how to be confident. " Look...if it is about earlier,imsorryimjustsofuckingclumsy andIhateitandmymomtoldmethatIneedto learnhowtonavigatewithoutoverthinkingand sometimesijusthavedifficultydoingthatandit's myfirstdayand- " Toria awkwardly rambled

" Shut the fuck up. It's not that. Jesus Christ you talk a lot. I just...look I just wanna know you? Like what's your name cookie ? "Carol said while tilting her head and her jawbreaker visible at the side of her mouth.

Toria opened her mouth slightly and closed it. She's going to have to do her breathe in breathe out technique later.

" I'm Victoria Molina. Toria for shorter um...yeah " Toria said awkwardly and ending it with a thumbs up. Mentally slapping herself for how awkward she's acting right now. Especially in front of this extremely hot individual but that's not the important matter at the moment.

Carol smirked and steps closer and nods looking Toria up and down.

" Victoria....huh?" She tilts her head and smirks and leans against the lockers. " yeah...Imma keep calling you dollface" she says raising both her brows up.

Victoria just nods and shifts a bit and rolls her shoulders back.

" I'm presume you're Carol right ? " Toria tells her and receives a nod back. " It's a pretty name you know " she smiles a bit but Carol just looks at her

" Bitch please that's a basic fucking name. I hate it so much. Don't you fucking lie to me like that again " Carol narrows her eyes but her eyes obvious to the excitement Toria initiates on her ( which she's not used to ) .

Toria looks at Carol with a soft smile. " well I think it's pretty and it fits you "

Carol obviously not used to such compliments shifts uncomfortably and scowls at Toria.

" Whatever...what's your class after this dollface ?" Carol asks .

" I think AP History ? " Toria responds and Carol scrunches her face up.

" ugh you're a fucking nerd. don't go to that bullshit class...come and skip with me " she smirks and takes a cigarette and putting it between her teeth.

Toria mouth agapes and furrows her brows.

" I'm not a nerd...but we still have the rest of the day though ? Plus it's my first day Carol I can't get in trouble " Toria mumbles whilst her hands are in the pockets of her sweater.

Carol rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

" You owe me remember ? " motioning to the crack of her glasses. " this is your payment dollface and...you don't have a choice " she smirks and staring up a Toria's tensed nature and lights up her cigarette and starts walking out of the school and motions for Toria to come.

' What the fuck did she just get into ? ' Toria thought before heavily sighing and following Carol out of the school.

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Carol who was standing in front of a red convertible starts smirking as Toria came closer.

" awe was that so hard Dollface " Carol teased and throws her head back laughing.

" where are we going anyways ? "

" The diner where I work....it's called Domingos "

" Flamingos?"

" No you dumbass...Domingos. We can get food there and I'm good with Davis our boss so we can hook up with some good shits "

Toria nod and follows suit into the car and she looks around and it definitely smells of cigarettes and bits of coconut due to the hanging freshener in front of the mirror.

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The drive was pretty quiet and the only thing visible is the music playing on the radio.

Carol grips the wheel of the car and hesitantly looks at Toria who is staring out and she feels her face softens a bit and tugs on her bottom lip.

Could she really have a friend ? No there's no fucking way. Nobody fucks with her and when they do it all turns to shit. She learned that after finding out Barb had pranked her with her bumass friend and Carol couldn't take that shit anymore .

Carol sighs and tries focusing her way to Domingos and hopes to God she can finally have a good time.

" we're here dollface "

" this looks cozy "

" yeah yeah...get your ass out the damn car Molina "

chuckling Carol gets out the car and walks inside with Toria who was in awe taking in the atmosphere of the small diner.

Maybe just maybe... Things would be okay.

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Continuing in Part Two coming soon [ Die for You | Diner Troubles ]

A/N: write down if you want to be in the future taglist of this story:)))

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[vixensofsorrow]

Demolition Lovers - Ⅳ i'll hang myself in lights and I will glow for you

DISCLAIMER: This fic is a long slowburn with multiple chapters, still being updated. also on AO3 my masterlist (all the chapters are linked there) PAIRING: young!Carol Denning/fem!reader OVERALL SUMMARY: An exploration of your and Carol's relationship through the years. CHAPTER SUMMARY: The argument won't leave your mind, and you need to take care of it ASAP. CHAPTER TAGS: fluff, angst, developing relationship, argument, hurt/comfort, complicated feelings A/N: I absolutely suck at the chapter tags thing

You dreaded the thought of going to school tomorrow. You spent the whole Saturday in your bed, puking up Fridays’ regrets into a bucket, with a pounding headache and a tight knot in your stomach.

Even though it was a Sunday night, some consequences of excessive drinking still hadn’t worn off, but you weren’t exactly sure if it was anxiety, a hangover, or an awful combination of both. Your parents had their suspicions, but you and your sister made a great team when it came to lying to them, and food poisoning was the most plausible excuse. Dana could tell that you were in a bad mood, but you blamed it on the alcohol.

You couldn’t remember most of what happened at the party, and you only found out about the argument that happened between you and Carol when Gina called yesterday to check in on you, but when you asked her about the topic of the fight, she said that all she could recall was all the yelling, crying, and swearing, and not what it was actually about.

You wondered if Carol also forgot about what went down. Most likely not, since she didn’t ring you at all, but you’ll find out tomorrow. The urge to call her with an apology for whatever you did was overwhelming, but so was the dread.

You gulped and reached over to the spruce-blue landline on your end table, inputting her number on the keypad. Halfway through, you stopped and put the handset down.

One time, Jennifer advised that “ No one should trust themselves after 9 PM ”, and perhaps she had a good point. Maybe for now, you should go to sleep obliviously and not relive the childhood flashbacks of confusion and desolation.

The bell rang, and English class was dismissed. Carol didn’t show up to school at all today, and you couldn’t help but wonder if it was your fault. Thankfully, you’ll have a whole hour to linger on it, since it was lunch period.

You slowly walked down the traffic-jammed stairway, resisting the rude urge to cut in front of others, as you gave stern looks to the freshmen who still hadn’t caught the hand of the unspoken school etiquette. After what seemed like forever, you reached the ground floor and made your way toward the cafeteria, but frankly, you weren’t even in the mood to eat right now.

The overpowering stench of frying grease, tomato sauce, and overboiled broccoli wafted around in the canteen, and with that, the rest of your appetite disappeared completely.

Most of the long, beige-laminate rectangle tables were still empty, with most people waiting in line with their trays.

You nipped over to the vending machine, before a line could form there as well, and bought yourself a coke. As you expected, the grody machine swallowed your twenty-five cents, without giving you the item. Shit, you must’ve been cursed, because everything that could go wrong, went wrong. You just hoped you wouldn’t majorly fuck up at practice today.

You sighed and repeatedly banged on the dispenser to loud snickering coming from one of the groups, which caused you to turn around. Typically, you’d ignore it, but all your patience already run out. You didn’t have to look for long to find the perpetrators of the hyena-like laughter, of course it were the wannabe Valley Girls, but with a new addition to them; a thin, tall girl with sharp cheekbones, wide mouth, brown perm hair, and a fringe.

Strangely, she reminded you of somebody, but you brushed it off, blinded by irritation. You made eye contact with her and walked away from the vending machine, flipping their table off with a fake smile as you passed by on the way to where you always sat.

You plopped down on the plastic seat facing Rachel and stretched out your arms on the table with a groan. Fortunately, your lunch period aligned with hers, Gina's, Kristen’s, and now Carol’s, too.

“L/N, you’re that upset over a can of Coke?” Gina teased, probably exactly knowing what you’re actually upset about, poking around in the food with a fork, as Rachel ate the soggy mozzarella sticks and Kristen counted coins she pulled out of her pocket.

You looked up at her with a poker face, sucking in your cheek. “Uh, you know what, I’m upset for a different reason, but yeah, let’s go with that.”

Kristen peered up from her stack of coins and joined in on the conversation, her soft eyes analyzing your expression. “You wanna talk about it?” She had a caring and comforting aura, making it very hard to resist venting your heart out.

“Not really. I’m curious though, do any of you know what, like, actually went down between me and Carol at Nicole’s party?” You cracked your knuckles and took off your jacket, tying it around your waist while you waited for an answer. Rachel furrowed her bushy ginger eyebrows, still chewing her food, switching her attention from you to Gina, the only one who vaguely knew what happened, to confused Kristen, who put the coins back in her jean pocket, and then again back to you. 

The goalkeeper broke the silence as she swallowed the fried cheese. “Enge, what? Are you talking about that girl you were with? The one with the glasses?” She gesticulated.

Gina raised her brows and looked away, forming her dark red lips into a straight, thin line. 

“Okay, yeah, so nobody knows what really happened, fuck.” You groaned and leaned back in the chair, pushing back your cuticles. “Also, yes, I am talking about the one with the glasses. ”

Gina rested her elbows on the table. “Listen, from my point of view, I heard vague shouting and cursing, and then you bro-”

You cut her off in the middle of the sentence. “You told me all of that already, thanks.”

“Well, then that’s your only clue, L/N. Unless you want to walk around asking half the school about it.” The defensive-midfielder snapped back with her raspy voice. 

“Rachel, what about you?” You continued searching for an answer, even though you were aware that she most likely didn’t know anything. Still, you held onto a sprinkle of hope.

“I was taking care of ‘Ronica the whole time, sorry.” 

Kristen joined in on the conversation, and your eyes immediately lit up. “Actually, oh gosh, well, probably this won’t even help you…but” The blonde-haired defender was about to break into a long, detailed narrative of what she saw.

“Okay, so, I was hanging out in the kitchen, and I dragged Jason to the party with me, and we were sitting there together, talking, whatever. Gosh, he’s such a dweeb, but in a good way, he started writing down lyr-”

“Get to the point, Kris.” Gina reminded, gently laying her hand on Kristen’s shoulder.

“Right, right, sorry. So there was that and in the middle of us talking this disheveled girl with huge glasses and a blue flannel stormed in, I had a realization like, hey, I think she’s the new girl from Art class, but anyway…”

You were sure that she was indeed talking about Carol, and you sat up straight in your seat, listening carefully. The whole table focused on Kristen and the story.

“…And I’m talking disheveled , her face was red and puffy, and she was sniffling, I could tell she was hyperventilating too. Man, I felt really bad for her… Anyway, she pushed away some people who stood in front of the sink and just put her entire head under it while the water was still running, I think she might have been crying. Yeah, and then she leaned on the counter, the water was dripping everywhere, and well she vomited and then ran away.” She took a bite of broccoli that she dipped in marinara sauce. You thought that maybe she would provide some more useful information, but it was better than nothing, and you were desperate.

“Huh, well thanks, Kristy.” You forced yourself to smile swiftly, as a sign of appreciation.

Rachel tilted her head and put her fork down, as her mouth fell open and she squinted her green eyes that pierced right through you. “Hold on, is the girl with the glasses that Carol? Childhood best friend Carol?”

“Yup, that’s her.” The girls oohed in response, and you sighed while dropping your shoulders down.

Everyone on the team knew the lore behind Denning and you, for better or for worse, and surely some of them shared classes with her too.

You contemplated the description of the state Carol was in after the fight you had, and you really didn’t want to believe it, because then, you must’ve done something truly horrible for her to let people see her weak and emotional side. You didn’t want to believe that you abandoned your wasted friend in the middle of an overstimulating party full of people she didn’t know, left by herself in such a moment of vulnerability, surrounded by tons of drugs and alcohol.

The worst kinds of scenarios flooded in, such as someone taking advantage of her, roofing her drink, beating her up, Carol overdosing, or even someone kidnapping her - what if that’s what happened and she was too scared, or embarrassed, or upset to come to school today? What if she couldn’t come at all? Your fingers traveled to the pimple on your cheek, maniacally picking at it.

Perhaps, leaving her be - because it seems that’s what you did, was even worse than the actual argument, with much more serious consequences, and you just let it happen, for whatever idiotic reasons your drunken self had.

Blood began to seep out from the scratched-up acne onto your fingers as Rachel snatched your hand, murmuring, “Stop that” before you could go too far. You shook your head, trying to make the thoughts go away, and Kristen handed you a tissue.

You ran up the stairs as fast as possible, nearly tripping because of your wet shoes. The door almost fell off its hinges as you burst into your bedroom, carelessly throwing the duffle bag away. You swiftly grabbed the note with Carol’s address and phone number written on it, and immediately rushed outside. The cold rain poured down from the gray, cloudy sky as you took off for her house on your bike, still in the soccer uniform and backpack on your shoulders.

This whole situation was bothering you the whole weekend, even more, today, and you were going to figure out what was going on.

It couldn’t go on for another week, or two weeks, or longer, or your brain would eat itself alive with the overthinking. It already was in the process of doing so - you couldn’t remember the last time you did so badly at practice, and you wouldn’t forgive yourself if you fucked up State Championships for everyone because of your anxiety over a childhood best friend.

The wheels hit the puddle potholes, and rainwater mixed with dirt of the streets splashed on your sneakers. The wind blew away the hood of your soaked jacket, some warm-toned leaves brushing past you, your faintly blue-hued fingertips gripping the handle. You had a feeling this adventure would end up with you catching a cold or an unbearable strep throat. The American landscape of gas stations, parking lots, diners, and fast food chains illuminated the streets. You passed by a crowded Domingo’s and made a final right-turn, riding in the middle of a long road full of houses surrounding it from both sides, looking out for Carol’s place. Almost no one was outside except for children playing in the heavy rain or exhausted yuppies returning from work. The street was remotely quiet, except for shouting coming from one of the houses.

During your time scoping out the surroundings, a middle-aged couple walked out of one of the buildings, the man yelling at whoever was standing on the other side of the door as it got shut close aggressively, along with a kid - most likely their daughter, who was talking with her mom. You looked at the address on the paper, and the house number matched the one you just observed, now aware that the parents and favorite child of the Denning family just reversed out of the driveway. You waited for them to drive past you and when they did you immediately got off your bike, charging towards the front door as it hit the lawn, the wheels still spinning, along with your head.

Out of nowhere, heavy trepidation filled your whole body, and a lump formed in your throat as you stood on the porch, almost glued to the oak floor. All the confidence you had went away with the snap of a finger, and the dropping levels of adrenaline brought you down to earth, but your heart was still pounding. Turns out, you weren’t ready to find out the truth, but you couldn’t back out now. You slowly raised your numb, cold hand and knocked repeatedly, until the door swung open, and when it did, your head jerked back and brows furrowed, slowly morphing into high arches as you crossed your arms.

“Um, hi? Oh, it’s you.” Barbara chuckled, with her hands in the pockets of her pants. “You’re mental, how did you even find my house?!”

“Hey, Barb…” Shit, this is awkward. She parted her lips as her tongue darted around inside the mouth, her wide eyes looking you up and down. A smirk grew on her face, and you could tell that some childhood memories came back to her. “...Uh, is Carol home?” You stammered, discreetly cracking your knuckles.

Miss Congeniality scoffed. “Oh my gosh, Y/N. I would’ve never guessed in a hundred years that you, of all people, would be on a high school sports team! I always took you for the artsy type.”

“Right, well, y’know, those two don’t exclude each other… Is Carol home?” You repeated.

“Ugh, yeah.” She stepped aside, letting you in, grimacing as she noticed water dripping everywhere. “Second door on the right.” Barb tilted her head in the direction of the upstairs as she closed the door. “Thanks…” You whispered, slowly walking up, tightly gripping the sleeve of your jacket.

Thank the gods you were drenched from the rain - you didn’t have to worry about the tremendous amount of sweat trickling from your forehead. You took a proper breath, the first one since you got on that bike, and knocked on the poster-covered door. 

“Fuck off, Barbie!” Carol yelled out, her voice was weirdly strained and creaky. You debated if you should knock once again, or just walk in. You landed on the first, and heavy footsteps along with a loud groan and a “What the fuck do you want now?” followed towards you. Maybe you should’ve gone with just storming in; the hostile tone stiffened your muscles and you were so pale that if not for the racing heartbeat, you could’ve sworn you were dead.

She unlatched the door at full tilt, the sudden airflow cooling your wet, wincing body. As she saw you, she immediately shifted from being truculent and aggressive, to calm and collected. Carol leaned on the doorframe, squinting her red, puffy eyes as she took in how much of a mess you were. It took you longer than you’d like to admit, to notice fresh, oval-shaped bruises on her upper arm, which you kept on dwelling at until she rapidly hid the arm behind her back. You wanted to ask her about it, but you couldn’t utter a word.

“You look like hell, Engie.” The use of the nickname caught you off guard. How did she even know it? Carol turned her head away for a second to brush away something on her flushed face.

“How do you even-” You stuttered, shaking your head and blinking rapidly.

“What do you want?” She cut you off in a stern tone. Her jaw was slightly quivering.

You sighed, sucking in air through your teeth, still holding onto your jacket. “Carol, do you, do you remember what happened between us at the party? Or just anything?”

Carol scoffed, and her eyes darted around alongside a puffy pout in a mocking manner. “Well, I do remember. Quite a lot, actually.” She looked you up and down again, clenching her jaw with a now serious expression. “Looking at the state of you, and the fact that you had the audacity to show up at my fucking house, you probably don’t remember shit.”

“Yea, that’s why I fucking asked in the first place, Denning.” You let go of the sleeve and made eye contact with her, even to your surprise, retaliating her attitude. You were fed up and truly did not want to argue, but it seemed like that was the only way to make things clear.

She raised her brows and chuckled. “Alright. I’ll tell you how it went. You were drunk out of your mind, and so was your little best friend Vee, and some ginger girl was there too. You went to help her, and you left me all alone. That was a shitty move, Y/N. Then you came back and started comin’ at me, being all mad that I didn’t help too, or some other bullshit, and when I tried to tell you that I wasn’t feelin’ good too, you pulled out the childhood trauma card, blaming everything on me. And hmm… I think that’s it. Oh, and you also told me to fuck off before storming off and getting even more fucked up. I think you might have a drinking problem or somethin’.” Carol gritted her teeth and smiled at you with narrow, brown, glassy eyes. “Is that enough?”

Your stomach sank. You didn’t want to believe the words that just came out of her mouth. You understood now why she didn’t want to talk to you, after that, you wouldn’t talk to yourself either. She has been back in town for barely a week, and you already fucked it all up for you both. You had a feeling that you should just apologize and walk away now, but you were concerned about what happened after you stormed off, the bruise, and what happened for her to be crying before you even arrived. You might’ve left her alone that time, but you won’t do it now - no matter how much she asks you to. 

You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms. “Carol, listen. I’m bad at apologies, but I’m sorry, I was drunk, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was worried sick on Saturday, and Sunday, and today. I’m, listen, please, just tell me if I did that to you. ” You pointed at the arm she held behind her back.

Denning averted her eyes from you and stared through the floor. “No, Y/N, it wasn’t you. You feelin’ better now?” She turned away, went over to the pile of clothes on her chair, and put on a sweater as you walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind you. Barb probably eavesdropped enough on that topic.

“No, not really. Did some asshole do this? Zach? Kevin? At the party? Is that why you, uh, you know, the kitchen thing…” You stood in the middle of her room, with boxes scattered around in the corners.

Carol groaned as you said “ the kitchen thing ”, running a hand through her hair and grabbing it by the roots. “God, you’re not gonna let this shit go, won’t you?” She sat down on the bed, and took off her glasses, tapping her foot and chewing on her lip. “It was an asshole, but not at the party, okay? I didn’t get raped or anything. And I told you, I also felt like shit, but you didn’t listen, seems like you’re not listening now either… But that’s why I puked, in that fuckin’ kitchen. Who even told you about this?” Her voice got weaker with each word, and she wrapped her arms around her knees.

A heavy weight lifted off your shoulders when she said that she didn’t get hurt at the party, but concern still lingered around. “Oh, Kris told me. Blonde hair, funky makeup, said you share Art period with her.” You leaned against her dark wood drawer chest, lightly picking at your face. “You know, you can te-”

She could tell where you were going with that and interrupted before you could continue. Maybe it’s for the better not to push the topic today, she was already in distress. 

“Oh, her. She’s sweet.” Carol uttered.

She wasn’t angry anymore, her voice was dull and she gazed off into the distance, avoiding you, like something would snap inside of her if she caught a glimpse. Her shoulders slumped forward, almost as if she took on the burden that just fell off yours.

The sudden, longer-than-usual hollow silence, only broken by raindrops hitting the window, filled the room with a painful aura of vulnerability and, strangely, nostalgia. You kept on looking at an almost catatonic Carol, unsure of what to do, a childlike confusion, similar to when you see your parent crying for the first time. It’s been so long since you saw her like this, and every idea that came to mind just seemed wrong.

You could remember that she didn’t like pity, but also that she loved to be held. You sat down cross-legged next to her on the plaid blanket, and before you could do anything, Carol rested her head on your damp shoulder, holding her knees close to her chest, sniffling. For a while, you were kids again, and life was simple. Nothing could hurt you as long as you were in each other's arms.

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