Warnings: Mature Language, Gang Wars, Stabbing, Knife crime, Daddy being Daddy, Contraband, Mentions of drugs, Sexual content (not graphic), Sexual references, Carol and Daddy being hottt.
A/N: Enjoy a little filler, fluff and angst! I'm currently rewatching season 6 with my father and I literally just rewatched the Debbie Murdering scene and I love the fact young Carol had rainbow mittens on (I still believe she's lesbian or bi :D). Also the timeline of a few of the storylines in the episode Gordons will change!
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𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐬, 𝐢𝐟 you trap me in a cage I will act like an animal and I certainly have been. "God do ya ever give it a fuckin'-- mmm..." Carol sighed as I smirked kissing her thigh. "Do I ever what Carol? Stop kissing these thighs?" I teased lifting my head up and gazing up at her, "Little one don't be a cunt." She gave me that look, that made me know that she was unimpressed, the one she gave to Badison often. "Come on mami, we've been trapped in our cell for two days and in that time what have we done?" I asked her.
"Ate lollipops, had sex, read playboy and degraded the men, we ate half your commissary snacks, you gave me a massage, we played go fish like little kids and you taught me how to Facebook." Carol listed as I giggled sitting between her legs. "I must say when you called it "The Facebook" it did make me giggle." I smirked as she slapped my shoulder. "You're a fuckin' twit." She huffed yet kissed my neck. "Come on Carol even you have gotta admit these two days have been nice, even for someone with a revenge fuelled brain." I smiled looking up to her.
"Juliana." Carol muttered. "Yes sweetheart?" I asked softly. "Are you changin' because of me?" She questioned as I furrowed my brows. "Care, I think you're mistaken. You bring out the animal within me, you really think I've never stabbed someone before? Ripped a person to shreds? I'd say my worst quality is being selfish but I've always had that, it's not from you none of it... Don't worry okay." I softly told her planting a kiss on her forehead.
"They call me a fuckin' psycho baby girl. Fuckin' Dyke Block. All over the news it was my fault more than Barbies." She frowned. "Hey I thought we was having a day off from the B word?" I softly spoke. "Oh fuck off! See her bitches coulda hurt you, all because that little midget dyke fucked with our jobs." Carol grumbled as I rolled my eyes getting up. "What?" She asked.
"Daddy was my friend Carol, I have friends in there you can't just badmouth the whole lot when you don't know them." I stated. "I fuckin' can." She snapped. "Look, I'm sorry Barb got the better side of the press, that she was the "popular" sister but it's the past okay. You have to get over your issues from back then, no matter what your family are." I retorted.
