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thefanficnewbie · 7 years ago

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“Ain’t no way I’m a Hufflepuff!” | Poussey x reader (platonic) - OITNB drabble

What is this about? Poussey and you discuss her house at Hogwarts. It turns out to be actually way harder than you thought!

Spoilers? Yep, mild ones for season two!

Warnings? Nah, not really! Well, except for overload of adorableness from Poussey, that pure angel <3

While I am totally in love with Poussey, once there are no actually romantic interactions in this drabble, I’m categorizing it as platonic!

“Nah... C’mon, man, you can’t be serious.” The young woman kicked the blankets off her legs and sat straighter with her back against the wall, an expression of disbelief on her face. “No fucking way I’m a Hufflepuff.”

“Think about it.” You sat down beside her, pointing at the sheet of paper in your hand, now filled with scribbles, lists, and graphics about the four houses of Hogwarts. “It makes total sense.”

“Yo, I know you’re a die-hard Potterhead and shit,” Poussey shot an unimpressed look at the writings “but I’m a big fan too and my house is one of the few things I know for sure in my life.”

“Then maybe it’s time to start rethinking your life, P.” You replied, hiding a smile.

“Uh, no.” She shook her head slightly. “I’m a Gryffindor, always have been, always will be.” She brought her hand to her chest, the pride almost shining in her eyes. You resisted the urge to laugh. “Besides, Hufflepuff’s boring. Who’d ever wanna be one of ‘em?” That got the smile off your face.

“Who told you that?” You frowned at her, a hint of irritation in your voice. There was a lot of misconception about the houses, and it really annoyed you how so many fans would ‘worship’ Gryffindor and completely ignore the other three - that is, when they weren’t hating on Slytherin.

“Everyone knows that! Gryffindor’s brave, Slytherin’s mean, Ravenclaw’s nerd and Hufflepuff’s... nice. That’s why there ain’t none of ‘em in prison.”

You took a deep breath. ‘It’s not her fault, it’s not her fault, it’s not her fault-’

“Ok. Let’s review all that.” You said through gritted teeth, earning a cautious look from Poussey. “Gryffindor is brave, yes. Slytherin, though, they’re just ambitious, not mean. Ravenclaw is curious and authentic. Hufflepuff is loyal, kind and hard-working!” You summarized with a smile.

It really wasn’t her fault. All the books were, more or less, from Harry’s perspective, who was a proud Gryffindor, and offered little to no insight into what the other houses were all about. Poussey had only become a fan after getting into Litchfield, thus having somewhat limited fandom knowledge.

Well, time to change that!, you thought.

And so you did.

“Damn.” Poussey breathed, still processing all the new information. “My whole world is a lie.” She whispered. You raised an amused eyebrow. “My whole world is a lie.” She repeated, louder this time, her face turning into a panicked expression “Why’d you that? I had all this shit figured out and now I’m back to square one!”

“Sheesh, dude!” You chuckled and nudged her with your shoulder. “‘Ts why I’m here.”

“Thanks, man.” She grinned. “But I’m still no Hufflepuff!”

“Oh, come on!” You exclaimed exasperatedly and seriously considered banging your head against the wall. What in the world would convince this girl? “You’ve got every trait! Loyalty, kindness, modesty, dedication... I mean, you took a beating because you cared so much about your friends when Vee was here, remember?

“Yo, know who else take beatings for their friends and what they believe in? GRYFFINDORS!” She yelled, jumping to her feet in her usual adorable excitement, a smug smile on her lips. “You said it yourself!”

“I-” You tried to argue, but couldn’t come up with a good counter-argument. “Okay, you’ve got a point there-” Poussey’s cheeky grin and little happy dance interrupted your reluctant answer. “But,” you continued, rolling your eyes, “kindness and hard work are totally you.”

She stopped and turned to you with a confused expression.

“Uh, hard work? Where y’all seeing hard work?”

“Dude, that library only works ‘cause of you.”

“What? Most of you don’t even go in there, there ain’t much to do...” She shrugged, hands thrown into her pockets.

“And there you’ve got the modesty!” You gave her a satisfied smirk and earned an annoyed scoff in return. “Plus, you make us booze. Friendship and dedication, huh?”

“Don’t bring my booze into this.” She sat back down beside you, her tone hilariously serious. “And that’d be considered Ravenclaw-ish behavior, by the way. Creativity and shit, right?”

“In a way, yeah.” You looked at her in mild astonishment. Poussey was getting good at this. And Ravenclaw did make sense in that context. “Geez, you’re quite the book-lover and ya always tryna invent new stuff... I’m getting some Raven-vibes off of that.”

“Sweet! Then I’m a Ravenclaw!” She grinned, leaning back on the wall with her hands behind her head, her legs crossed in a triangle (like men usually do) and eyes gladly closed.

“Not so fast.” You poked her, and she opened a single eye to look at you. “You still have Huff and Gryff traits...”

“Well, fuck it, man,” She shrugged, a nonchalant smile on her mouth, “I’m cool with being a proud Ravenclaw from now on.”

“You sure about that?”

“Yup.”

You watched as Poussey cheerfully closed her eye, taking a deep, relaxed breath. If she felt Ravenclaw suited her, then who were you to judge? Deciding she was most probably correct, you pushed your doubts and arguments to the corner of your mind and sat beside your friend for a few more dozens of seconds, the chatter of the other inmates understandable now that silence reigned Washington's bunk. Until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“P, there’s something off about this.” You blurted out.

To your surprise, instead of dismissing your worries, her eyes snapped open as she turned to you in desperation.

“I know, it’s freaking me out, too!” Poussey put her hands on your shoulders, shaking you slightly “I don’t know what I am! I don’t- Oh shit, what if I get to Hogwarts someday and the Sorting Hat can’t figure out where to put me? What if I’m sent back?!”

“No, no, no, they don’t just send wizards back! I’m sure they have some kind of policy or plan for that kind of situation-”

And that was when realization dawned on you.

“Wait.” You held her shoulders, trying to calm her down. “Who else do we know fitted more than one house?” You hinted.

“What? Who?” She raised her eyebrows at you.

“Harry! Harry did, remember?”

Tension filled moments passed as the gears in her head worked.

“Oh! He was half Gryffindor half Slytherin, right?” Her face lit up.

“Yeah, and he got to choose!”

“True!” Once again, her small body got overridden with too much excitement and she jumped to her feet again, joy beaming in her smile. This time, you couldn’t stop your laughter. “Wait, so I can choose between the three?”

“That’s what I think, yeah.”

“Fuck yeah!” Poussey punched the air in celebration, giggling. Honestly, that girl was just too pure for this world.

Forty-five minutes later, you two still sat side by side, assigning houses to each and every Litchfield inmate. You had become quite good at it after some time, only now you were running out of names.

“Wait, what about the COs?” Poussey asked.

You looked at her with an amused smile.

“What?” She frowned.

“They’re all Muggles, man!”

That’s all for tonight, folks! Any feedback and/or reblogs will be highly appreciated (honestly, though, just a small comment will make my day!).

Check out my other OITNB imagine about Tricia here.

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indefiniteimagines · 4 years ago

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Not Even For A Minute || Poussey Washington Imagine *Requested*

Summary: Poussey has a crush on the reader and thinks she doesn’t like her back, but she does.

Pairing: Poussey Washington x Reader

Warnings: Fem!reader, lewd language/comments, language, reader doesn’t have a preferred sexual orientation, use of R slur, angst, fluff

A/N: Holy shit! This is my first piece of writing in actually only a couple of months, but I’m claiming years because I am officially back like I was in high school. I’m so sorry if this is not my best, I am EXTREMELY rusty, so take it easy on me for now :)

It was dinner time at Lichfield and it was only my second meal in my new home. My new home filled with almost 200 other women. For the next 5 years, I will see the inside of this cafeteria 3 times a day, 21 times a week, 1,095 times a year and a whopping 5,473 times in total. You’re probably wondering why that matters, but it matters.

I take my tray and do a quick search for a place to sit. I find a spot at the very end of one of the middle tables. It was the only seat with no one in a two foot radius of me. I sit down and look at the food in front of me. My first dinner includes spaghetti, two mini oranges, a salad, and a brownie. It’s not horrible when you think about it. It’s a pretty standard meal. Well it would be without the questionable odor coming from the meatballs. I close my eyes and sigh.

“Maybe she’s deaf.”

“She ain’t deaf.”

“HELLO!”

“She can’t hear you if she’s deaf, dummy.”

“Fine, then you try, Angie.”

I was so deep in my own world that I almost didn’t notice the cherry tomato that hit me in my head.

“Hey, girl!”

I opened my eyes and looked to my left.

“Are you talking to me?” I asked with a hint of a nervous tone.

“Uh yeah, have been for the last 5 hours. You retarded or something?”

“5 hours ago? No that can’t be right. Remember, we was in the laundry room 5 hours ago, Tucky.”

“Jesus, Angie! I was being snide.”

“You mean sarcastic?”

“Snide means sarcastic.”

“Then why not just say sarcastic?”

I watched as “Tucky” closed her eyes and tilted her head in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, but did you guys need something?”

Tucky’s eyes snapped open, “Uh, yeah. Why’re you sitting here?” She took her bottom lip into her mouth as she waited for my response.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was sitting here.”

“She never said that,” Angie said while flashing her pearly browns.

“I’m confused.”

“Wow maybe she really is retarded,” Angie said.

“Tucky” nodded at Angie, “I think you’re right, Ang. Here, I’ll break it down real slow like for you: You don’t belong here.”

“Look, I don’t want any trouble. Just let me finish my dinner and I’ll never sit with you again.” I tried to reason with the little troll, but she just wasn’t having it.

She nodded her head while picking up her milk carton. She then poured it all over my food. ��Seems to me like you’re done.”

All I could do was stare with my mouth open.

“Why did you do that?!”

“BECAUSE YOU DON’T BELONG HERE!” She screamed as she stood up and let one of her fist hit the metal table.

“Dogget! You’re done! Empty your tray.” A CO finally intervened from the next row over. Dogget and her Meth Mates got up from the table and walked out.

All I could do was sit there with my head hanging low as I let a few tears escape. I’m not usually this weepy, but in my defense, all I wanted was that little brownie...which was now swimming in a pool of used milk.

*A few tables over*

“Fuck was that about?” Poussey asked her family as she nodded her head over to the other table; finally arriving with her tray.

“Mmmm, Meth Mouth and her cult were fuckin’ with one of the newbies,” Janae replied in the middle of finishing her bite.

Poussey hovered over her chair to get a good look at the bothered inmate and sat back down while shaking her head.

After having a mini pity party for myself, I got up and dumped my spoiled tray before leaving the cafeteria. I go back to my temporary bunk and buried myself under my blanket.

“Cheer up, Kid. You’ll be out of here sooner than you know.”

I gave a pitiful grin to the nice older woman.

“I like your eyeshadow.”

“Duh,” she said as she threw me a wink.

I let out a sigh, got comfortable and laid in my bed until morning.

I finally fell asleep, but only for 2 hours. At the ass crack of dawn, I was woken up by the morning announcement, which had absolutely no enthusiasm. “Good morning, ladies. Try to seize the day. The world is your oyster.”

“You’d think she’d quit if she hates her job so much.” That was the first time I heard the redhead with the horrible bed head speak.

“Bell is about as enthusiastic as a wet bag of hair, but she’s one of the good ones.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said groggily.

“You joining us for breakfast?”

I drifted back to sleep before I could hear her response. I woke up in what seemed like an hour, but was only 30 minutes. For the slightest second I forgot where I was. I opened my eyes and was met with DeMarco standing right in front of me.

“Well good morning sleepyhead! Nice of you to join the living.”

“What? What time is it?”

“You see a clock in here? What I do know is that you got 10 minutes left for breakfast. You better hurry.”

I hop down off my bunk and start to change.

“Thanks.”

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

I gave her a shrug as I zipped up my jacket and headed for breakfast. I arrived in the cafeteria and was able to get my food right away since there was no line. Some tables are still filled, but some are also empty. I scan the room and pick the table farthest away from Doggett and her followers. I was in the middle of eating my eggs when Angie walked by and sneezed on my tray.

“Oops, ‘scuse me,” she said with a shit eating grin.

“God damnit,” I whisper to myself while trying not to deck this bitch.

“You shouldn’t say the Lord’s name in vain like that.”

I look up at her through hooded eyes, “Walk the fuck away.” My voice was low and I kind of scared myself.

“Oooo, devil eyes. Hey! She’s got devil eyes,” she says louder than the first time, except now she’s giggling and pointing at me while backing away. Doggett sucks her bottom lip at me while flipping her hood and getting up to walk out. I can feel people starring so I do a very quick observation and then stand up to leave.

“Empty your tray,” the guard at the door told me. “Get some coffee while you’re at it. It’ll help you stay full until lunch.”

I look up at his name that’s stitched into his shirt. Ohhhh, so this is O’Neil. I heard some of the girls talking about his scandalous relationship with CO Bell. Good for them. I turned around and went to dump my tray before following the advice and going for the coffee.

“Yo, why they always fucking with her?” Poussey asked the table as she watched in disapproval as Y/N dumped her tray.

“Why do you care?” Taystee asked while rolling her eyes.

“For real? You ain’t notice that ever since China got out, Prince Charming over here been lookin’ for a new helpless, basket case? I mean, shit.”

“Aye don’t talk about Brook like that. Not cool, Cindy.”

“ “Cindy”? Bitch, fuck you think you is? My mama? Ugh, check ya tone.”

“Whatever man. I’m just tired of seeing Meth Madness fuck with people like they run the place.”

“Again, why do you care?”

“Shit just ain’t right, is all.”

“Mmmhmm,” Taystee replied as they got up from the table.

I turn around after filling my mug and notice that it’s just me, the inmates that clean up and the CO’s supervising them. I carry my warm mug through the halls and I notice there’s not as many people crowding them as there were last night.

“Inmate! Where you are supposed to be?”

“Uhm, I’m not really sure.”

“Wrong answer!”

“Wrong?”

“Don’t get smart with me. Jefferson! Tell inmate...Y/L/N where she’s supposed to be.”

“Well, since it’s after lunch, we’re supposed to be headed to our work detail. Not whatever you was doing, apparently.”

The tall guard with the creepy mustache looked down at me and raised his eyebrows.

“Thank you, Jefferson.”

“I don’t have a work detail yet.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. When he opens them he looked back at Jefferson, “you work in the library, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Take her with you.”

She sucked her teeth, “Man, what do I say when someone asks why she’s there? No offense, but I ain’t taking no shots just because she’s somewhere she’s not supposed to be.”

“What’s a shot?”

“Jesus fuck. Will you both get out of my goddamn sight?”

He snatched my mug; Jefferson and I gave each other a look and started towards the library. When we got there it was almost empty.

“You know, the labels are there to help the books be put back in their respectful place, not to look cute. I mean, damn.” I notice Jefferson chuckle at the girl we hear before seeing. She’s talking to a pair of inmates who are whispering to each other before tossing another book down and scurrying off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” she calls after them, but to no avail. She sighs to herself before returning back to work.

“Hey, P! Whatchu up to?”

“Practically cleaning up behind bitches. I mean, why is it so hard to put a book back in its original spot? Jane Eyre belongs in literature, not SAT Prep,” she called back.

“Truly first world problems,” Jefferson said unamused.

“Yooo, you ever heard of “Oedipus”? It’s mad crazy. Like this one part where the main dude...” she kept talking as she rounded the corner to finally come face to face with us.

“...who’s this?”

“Our puppy dog for the day,” Jefferson said as she rolled her eyes.

“Oh alright then. Well I’m working over here in history. Y’all can start in fiction. It’s a fuckin mess over there.”

“Um, then why don’t we all work in fiction?”

“Did you not hear me say it’s a fuckin mess? Have fun.”

I walked away, smiling to myself. I didn’t think anyone here would care for books like I did.

After the work day was over, I separated from the two friends and went back to my temporary bunk until dinner. The next day I followed Jefferson back into the library.

“Oh, puppy dog is back.”

Jefferson turned her head to me, “Don’t you know when you gettin your work detail yet?“

“Sorry, still no.”

“As much as I’m sure you love the view you get, I’m gettin tired of you following me.”

“I can ask someone if I can work somewhere else.”

“T-ha! And make me look like a problem? I think not.”

“Nah, we could use the extra help in here since bitches can’t put shit back where it’s supposed to go. Hate to break it to y’all, but foreign language is even worse than fiction was.”

“My god. Can’t you help us over here instead of doing whatever it is the fuck you doin?”

“Uh no.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m President of the Library.”

“Says who!?”

“Suzanne,” she said as a matter of fact while leaning forward to show us her ID that read “President Washington: Library”.

“Aw damn. It’s official and everything. Man, that’s some bull shit,” Jefferson said as she walked away.

All I did was look at the Presidential badge and smile.

“Since you don’t complain like some people, just know you’re first in line for Vice President. Just don’t tell Taystee,” she told me on the sly.

“Taystee?”

“Jefferson.”

“Ohh, got it.”

“I’m Poussey, by the way,” she said extending her hand.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you.”

“Yeah you too.”

She has a beautiful smile.

Towards the end of the work day, I found myself near Poussey’s section. Since our work for the time being is pretty much done, I start to browse the shelves when I spot a book dear to my heart, “Alice in Wonderland”. I get a mini rush of serotonin and pop a squat up against one of the shelves. I lose track of time, until I realize I no longer see anyone. “Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality”. You are right about that, Mr. Carroll.

“Hello?” I’m immediately startled. I start to shuffle to my feet and by the time I stand, I’m met with someone else.

“Whoa, shit. My bad. I didn’t think anyone else was in here.” Shit, I must’ve I said that out loud.

“Sorry, I guess I lost track of time.”

“It’s cool. So you haven’t been assigned a work duty yet, huh?”

I shook my head.

“I, uh, I must admit that this is the best job. Call me bias, but it’s the truth.”

“Thanks,” I say with a slight smile.

“You’re the one Pennsatucky and her crew keep messing with.”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

“Y’all got beef on the outside or something?”

“No, but I found it’s better to not provoke a methed out mental case.”

“Not wrong there. Well, I’ll see you around. Oh and be careful with Alice, she’s my favorite.”

The next few days were the same. I would follow Taystee into the library and listen to her and Poussey be absolute clowns. Poussey and I got to be closer since we were usually the last two to leave. We talked about how much time we have, our family, and she even told me about the Vee drama. During my stint of unpaid work in the library, I was finally able to change out of the highlighter jumpsuit and into a khaki set.

After an hour or so into a shift, I found myself distracted with my favorite book, “In Five Years”.

“Oh uh, that goes on the second to last shelf right behind you.”

“Huh? Oh yeah. It was actually already in the right spot, but it’s one of my favorites,” I tell her as I put the book back.

“What’s it about?”

“This woman named Dannie-“

“Y/L/N!”

We both looked towards the door and saw and the same pasty CO that sent me here.

“With me.”

I gave Poussey a grin and walked towards the CO,

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer me and just kept walking. I followed him to a warehouse that smelled of Clorox and musty water.

“Janitorial. Your job assignment. Morello will fill you in on what to do.”

“Oh yeah I can do that. No problem.”

The first couple of hours involved cleaning the halls, but I moved on to the Spanish bathrooms. Poussey was right, the library was the best job to have.

*A few weeks later at dinner

“I don’t know why you’d let Edward Scissorhands cut your hair and not me.”

“Because Danita only charges me a bag of Doritos. Not two cokes. Plus, she don’t even ask for the Cool Ranch flavor!”

“Beggars can’t be choosers. I do two cokes worth of work, Child.”

I laughed at Taystee and Sophia having their little banter in the food line. I walked with them to the table and sat down.

“...but then the dragon realized the little ghost girl was friendly, even though she was cold as ice. Fire and ice, that would never work!”

“Why not? What happened to opposites attract?” I ask sort of challengingly.

“Mommy said ice is used to put out fires. Well, technically water is used to put out fires but ice is just water in solid form. So the fire would go out!”

“But do you know what happens when fire and ice mix?”

“The world goes dark?”

“No. They make steam,” I gave Poussey a “subtle” smirk.

“Mommy says steam is for showers, crab legs and “fun times”.

“I miss making steam with a fine gentleman with a curve on that dick.”

We all laughed along at what Cindy said and I agreed with her.

“There are just some things your fingers can’t accomplish,” I said jokingly while being serious. She pointed her fork at me, “I like her.”

Poussey was noticeably quiet throughout the rest of dinner. Only chiming in to seem interested. She didn’t even finish her tray before she was dipping out.

“Wait I’ll come with you.”

“Nah, stay and eat. I’ll catch you later.”

“Uh oh. Trouble is Lezzy Paradise?”

I almost didn’t hear Cindy as I kept watching Poussey leave the cafeteria.

“Stop it.”

Taystee rolled her eyes and shook her head.

For the next few days, it was hard to get ahold of Poussey. Since we knew each other’s schedules, it was easy for her to avoid me.

Meals were no better. She made sure to get there early so by the time I was sitting down, she was done.

“Aye, you need to fix that,” Janae told me with her eyebrow raised.

“I don’t know what the problem is.”

“I know you are not that dumb,” Boo said as she sat across from me.

“She’s kicking her own ass because she broke the #1 rule of being interested in pussy...” she continued.

I looked at her as I was waiting for her to continue.

“Never fall in love with a straight girl!”

“Love? What-When did I say I was straight-”

“The other night when that one was talkin bout curved dick and you chimed in basically foamin at the mouth at the thought,” Taystee said.

“Noooo, I was joking.”

“Yeah well, apparently she don’t know that.” I looked at Janae and sighed.

I had to wait until the weekend to see her. It was pouring rain and there was a leak in the library and the cleaning warehouse had a slight flood, so neither of us had work.

I snuck my way to her bunk only to discover her to not be there.

“There’s only one place she’d go...” Janae told me.

I made my way down and opened the door.

She was right.

“...there was another before you, but she got out. There’s a time machine in the laundry room. That was their place. That’s where she goes to think.”

“How’d you find me?”

“Your bunkie.”

“What do you want?”

“What’s going on? Why are you being so weird?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said standing up.

“Are we not friends anymore?”

“Friends,” she said with a sarcastic chuckle.

“Can we please sit?” I gestured to the inside of her hiding spot. She backed up slightly to let me further in to the time machine and we both sat down. Neither of us said anything for a while until I did,

“I’m not gay...”

She nodded her head with a sad smile on her face.

“...but I’m not straight either. I’m just me. I’ve dated guys, I’ve had experiences with girls-”

“Experiences? But you’ve never dated a girl?”

“No, but for the past few weeks, I’ve really wanted to,” I said with a slight smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because of this. I didn’t want to say something stupid and mess this up. And because I’ve never dated a girl before, but I have dated guys, I didn’t want you to think I was using you. I thought that because I don’t identify as anything, you wouldn’t like me back.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.”

“I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“Look, I got my heart broken not too long ago by a girl that promised me forever. She didn’t identify as anything either and she ended up falling in love with a dude when she got out. We were both in a dark place when we met and getting to know each other and eventually falling in love helped. I could’ve given up on love and fate, but I haven’t yet. Look, maybe this-..this connection that we have, challenges what you thought you were. And maybe I'm gonna get my heart broken in a thousand different pieces again. But those are maybes. You can't live your life according to maybes.”

The next few months were bliss. Poussey and I have connected on a level I didn’t know was attainable.

Today is Valentine’s Day and right now we’re back in the time machine. We’re both laying down, holding each other and looking up at the ceiling.

“It’s about a woman named Dannie who’s this a high-powered corporate lawyer. She’s one of those types who has everything planned out. The story has a lot of twists and turns because her five year plan goes differently than she thought.”

“So why is it your favorite if it’s so inconsistent? For a woman who knows what she wants “Dannie” sure seems okay with settling.”

“It’s my favorite because it mirrors me. It mirrors us. In five years I saw myself at some job a teenager would have with my only responsibility being my phone bill.”

“What do you see now?”

“I see me with our dog, Keith, holding signs with your dad on your release day. Then I see us heading to our apartment where you can see it for the first time in person. Then we’ll go to our jobs, pay rent, and hound our parents for travel money.”

“I’m in your future?”

“You are my future.”

She gave me a kiss when there was a bang on the cardboard door, “Hey kids! They’re doing interviews in the bunks,” Boo informed us.

When we got to her dorm, there were a few guards asking ladies questions about love.

“Does anyone else want to be asked questions?”

“Yeah, I do,” Poussey said while raising her hand.

I feel Taystee put her elbow on my shoulder, “What the hell?” The rest of the family comes around.

“Okay Washington, what is love?”

“Love. It’s just chilling, you know? Kicking it with somebody, talking, making mad stupid jokes. And, like, not even wanting to go to sleep, ‘cause then you might be without ‘em for a minute,” she looked at me, “And you don’t want that.”

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iamnotoriginalphil · 5 years ago

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could you write a poussey x reader fic where they've been dating for a while and when they have sex for the first time, poussey assumes she'll be the one to lead but is pleasantly surprised when she realises her gf's a top?💕

Here you go Anon. I hope you like it.

There was something to be said for Lolly’s insane time machine. It offered the privacy you’d been desperate to find for so long, especially with your beautiful girlfriend. You’d been thinking about it for days, what you’d do if you could get her alone. It had begun to consume your every waking thought.

You’d been hesitant about taking the final plunge, not wanting it to be somewhere in public, where people could watch or interrupt. You wanted her all to yourself.

“I’ve been watching her build it for days,” you said, threading your fingers through your girlfriend’s.

“What’s she think she’s gonna do with it?” Poussey asked, “go back and not get arrested?”

“If I understood Lolly, I’d be in psych,” you replied.

She laughed, running her fingers over your bottom lip which curled up in a smile. You took her hand from your face, diving in to kiss her. She threaded her fingers through your hair, holding you close as her tongue plundered your mouth.

“I want you,” you breathed.

You trailed kisses down her neck, licking at the salty sweat on her skin. She arched her neck, giving you better access as she trailed her fingers down your body. She paused at the waistband of your pants, running her fingers over your skin.

She began to push past your waistband but you grasped her wrist, stopping her from going further. She looked at you from hooded lids, watching as you pinned her hand to the floor.

“Let me make you feel good.”

You lay her down properly, keeping her hand pinned by her hip. You pulled her trousers down, kissing the soft skin above the waistband of her panties. She kicked her trousers off as you pulled her panties off. You ran your nose up the skin of her inner thighs.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

You licked up her slit and you hread her head thump back on the floor. You licked her again, tasting her. One of her hands tangled itself in your hair, tugging on the locks. You pressed your tongue to her clit, enjoying the way her thighs tightened around your head.

“Oh fuck,” Poussey moaned.

You hummed and her fingers tightened in your hair, pulling on it painfully. You held her leg, pulling her closer to your mouth. You sucked on her sensitive bundle of nerves, listening to the curses falling from her lips. It was the sweetest sound to you ears.

You plunged your tongue into her depths, enjoying the way she bucked against your mouth. You knew your fingers were digging into the flesh of her thigh as you held on tightly while you lapped at her juices. You reached up, letting go of her hand, pressing it to her mouth to try and keep the noise down. You didn’t need one of the meth heads finding the two of you.

You sucked hard on her clit. Her back arched up off the cardboard floor as her body spasmed above you. Her fingers were so tight in your hair you wouldn’t be surprised if she’d torn some of it out. You helped her through her high, enjoying the taste of her on your tongue. She took your hand from her mouth.

“Fuck,” she breathed.

You grinned, sitting back on your heels. You wiped her juices from your chin, and watched as she blinked her eyes open. A slow smile spread over her face as she sat up. You threw her trousers back at her.

“I didn’t realise it would go like that,” she said.

“Is that a complaint?”

She laughed as she kissed you.

Tags: @libellule2001

#poussey washington #poussey washington imagine #poussey washington x reader #poussey washington x you #oitnb

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gothicwidowsworld · 5 years ago

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Orange is the the New Black #1

Being an inmate at Litchfield and Scottish...

- At first nobody really understood you maybe it was the strength of your accent or the fact that it was so unusual.

- Drinking with Red when you can get some good stuff in.

- Celebrating St Andrews in anyway you can (I mean you are in prison not really much you can do)

- Getting a job in the library with Poussey and Taystee and sometimes reading to them. In fact your the one who introduced Taystee too the wonderful world that is Harry Potter.

- Nicky wanting to add you to her Fuckbook so badly because damn would that be a achievement coz you were hot and had an sexy accent.

- Nobody coming to visit you, you didn't exactly have family over here.

- Nicky trying to copy your accent when mocking you but failing hard and ending up in a heap of giggles (that's right giggles)

- Probably having a slight swearing issue.

- Using Slang alot and sometimes forgetting they can't always understand or translate it.

- Trying to teach them highland dancing but it didn't exactly go well...

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roughandroudyways · 8 months ago

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Poussey Washington who…

PAIRING: Poussey Washington X Reader

WARNINGS: N/A

REQUESTED BY: N/A

AUTHOR: C

Poussey Washington who… (SEASON 1 + 2)

SEASON ONE

- Poussey Washington who arrived at prison not knowing anyone, and didn’t want to get involved with the wrong groups, so found herself in the quiet of the library, loving her own place.

- Poussey Washington who was stuck sharing a cube with strangers, people who were supposed to be her friends but she couldn’t find common ground with.

- Poussey Washington who went to a regular day of work for 11 cents an hour only to meet her best friend (Taystee).

- Poussey Washington who spent all her days with Taystee and her new group, counting down the days until she was released.

- Poussey Washington with her smart mouth, building up a circle and getting to know others.

- Poussey Washington who liked playing basket ball despite having to play it with girls outside her “crew”.

- Poussey Washington who was Janae’s biggest advocate when she got sent down to the SHU on her first week, supporting her when she came out despite the girls tough exterior.

- Poussey Washington who got her visitation revoked because of Chapman, but didn’t retaliate and let the girl live through her sentence without bother.

- Poussey Washington who when y/n first came to prison, gave her hygiene products, despite not having much commissary money for herself.

- Poussey Washington who introduced y/n to her group, taking her under her wing when she first came to prison.

- Poussey Washington who was Taystee’s biggest supporter when running for prison council.

- Poussey Washington who shared a cube with Watson, every night watching her workout until the other girls complained - warning her the trouble it’ll get her in and helping her settle down for the night.

- Poussey Washington, who despite not getting her hair done, spent time during her week in the salon to keep people company.

- Poussey Washington who supported Tasytee when she was leaving, despite her being her best friend in prison.

- Poussey Washington helping y/n get assigned to the library before Taystee left.

- Poussey Washington who threw her best friend a going away party, only for her to return a few weeks later.

SEASON TWO

- Poussey Washington who kept Cindy’s magazines and newspapers to see if her and y/n’s star signs were compatible.

- Poussey Washington who put Taystee in her place when she returned from prison, being the first person to smack her over her head and give her a reality check.

- Poussey Washington who really could sing.

- Poussey Washington who wouldn’t sell cigarettes, knowing it was wrong and didn’t want any extra time.

- Poussey Washington who was confused because she was in love with Taystee and Y/n.

- Poussey Washington who needed someone to talk to when Vee started selling drugs, not being able to talk to Taystee so spoke to y/n and let her in.

- Poussey Washington who stood up for Janae… again… when she got sent down to seg.

- Poussey Washington who cried in y/n’s arms when Vee’s few started taking over the library.

- Poussey Washington who started drinking again when she felt she lost all her friends.

- Poussey Washington who regardless, stood her ground. Despite her friends all turning against her, being beat and torn down by all of them. Poussey Washington who felt her only friend right now, was y/n.

- Poussey Washington who hadn’t gone a day without drinking in weeks.

- Poussey Washington who drunkenly destroyed Vee’s tobacco stash, and ran to y/n not knowing what to do. She just wanted her friends back.

- Poussey Washington whose first concern in the storm was her books in the library.

- Poussey Washington who fought to get her friends back.

MASTERLIST

#orange is the new black imagine #poussey washington one shot #poussey washington x you #poussey washington x reader #poussey washington blurb #pousseywashington x oc #poussey washington imagine #pousseywashington #poussey washington #poussey #orange is the new black one shot #oitnb masterlist #oitnbfanfic #oitnb icons #oitnbedit #oitnb #orangeisthenewblack

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80s4life · 3 years ago

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Mine!*

Word Count: 2,242

Status: Requested!

Ask: Pornstache smut with female inmate please?

@: a sexy anon!

Relationship: George “Pornstache” Mendez x Female!Inmate!Reader

Fandom: Orange Is The New Black Series 2013-2022

Summary: You never knew what his type was. Was it tall African Americans? Was it short ginger-haired girls? Blondes? Brunettes? It never seemed to matter to you; only the short glances and smiles. That was until he pursued someone. Someone who wasn’t you.

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, size kink, forbidden sex, against the law, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls), language, jealousy, homophobic name calling (only the use of “dike”)

Masterlist Orange Is The New Black Masterlist

Taglist: @snapessecretdiary @tangledcopperstrands

{gif belongs to @deadeanna}

“Who the fuck does he think he is?” you furiously exclaim, walking the yard with Polly and Sophia.

“Woah! Woah! Watch the hostility! You could be thrown in SHU for just looking at these bastards wrong,” Polly warns, scanning the perimeter of the yard for all the security lookouts. Which, quite frankly, were never filled properly anyway with only 2-3 guards actually “present.”

“I usually wouldn’t say this, but she is right Y/N/N. They’ve been on edge these past months with Caputo being Warden and shit,” Sophia adds calmly, her clear-mindedness calming your fueling rage.

They knew why you were so pissed; they were truly the only people that understood you if you were being honest.

“Those fucking Hispanics are always doing anything to get off the hook for cheap,” you mutter, not quite mad at them if you were being honest with yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, but they’re not all that bad,” Polly states. “Come on, let’s get lunch before they let you starve.”

Walking beside the women, you walk through the many bland and boring rows of doors and white walls until you reach the clearing of the cafeteria. Stepping in line with Piper and Vause, you grab what’s left of the edible slob the state offers you. Begrudgingly, you sit down and dig in with small bites, not bothering to eat the so-called vegetables that stink.

The women engage in conversation in which you nod or smile or frown at, not all too concerned with the normal complaints anyway. Rather, your attention was drawn to the tall, brunette guard stationed at the exit of the cafeteria a few tables ahead of you.

He looks at you discreetly, smiling that damn smile once he officially caught your gaze. You couldn’t help the smile that crept onto yours at his blatant disregard for who else was watching - that was until the familiar Spaniard walks by Mendez, stopping to whisper in his ear.

You groan, face falling and causing you to look away in disgust. In truth, you were jealous. Jealous at the attention that no longer lasted more than a few seconds. Jealous at the way Mendez’s smile seems to increase tenfold when Daya gave him attention. Jealous at the fact that he was fucking her instead of you.

You never quite figured out when, why, or even how their affair started, but all you knew was that it was almost a daily activity in one of the janitor closets you refuse to pass by now.

If it wasn’t for his ego, or even his good looks, you wouldn’t be so hung up over him. If it weren’t for your lack of enjoyment in oral activity that you would indulge in other women just fine like Boo, Stella, Poussey, Morello, and the various other women usually do to ease their feminine desperation. Hell, you would do another officer. But they weren’t Mendez.

“If you keep staring laser beams into their heads, you might actually fry their brains,” Big Boo giggles, throwing her arm around your shoulder.

“If they even have any,” Nichols adds with a sly yet understanding smirk.

“Shit, I really don’t know why you even like the guy, Kid,” Boo questions, pulling you into her to let your head rest on her shoulder.

“It’s love!” Morello adds, her eyes almost bugging out of her head and getting all googly-eyed.

“It’s not love,” you protest.

“Oh God, don’t say he’s something different, Y/N/N.”

“They’re dogs Y/N/N, all the same breed too,” Vause comments, sharing a glance with Piper. “Why don’t you think I switched to women so quickly?”

The group shares a laugh, Boo nudging you and then letting you go to finish what’s left of whatever you were able to eat.

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You made it your mental mission, over time, to act as if whatever was going on between Daya and Mendez didn’t faze you. You had a new idea in mind, actually. If Daya could take what she wanted, you were to do the same.

You were going to make him yours.

Walking down the corridor leading to the TV room, you could feel him before you even saw him. “To what do I owe the pleasure,” you state sarcastically.

“Just checking in, it’s been a while, Tiny.”

“Has it?”

Mendez stays quiet for a moment, falling into step with your much slower pace. “What’s up with you lately?”

“Not much, but it seems like you’ve been getting around. Isn’t that right Pornstache?” you side-eye him. He hates that nickname.

Your question seems to startle him, his body going rigid and pace faltering - but only for a second.

“No need hiding it, Bub, news spreads fast within this small prison. Besides, I guess we all have needs, even if you are a free citizen,” you smirk.

“That’s ironic,” he grunts, “Like you haven’t been getting action of your own?”

“What?” you stop in your tracks.

“Oh don’t give me that. I’ve seen you hanging with the dikes.”

You don’t need to look at him to hear the jealousy dripping from his voice, so you play coy. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Clearly,” he tsks again.

Giggling, you push him into the wall, careful as to not be in the line of visibility of both the cameras and the inmates. “If I say so myself,” you trace your index finger up his chest, “I would say you’re jealous they’re the ones keeping me company at night. You know, all you have to do is ask, Pornstache.”

He stifles a groan, the sensation coming out as a growl instead, rumbling in his chest. “I thought I told you not to call me that,” he stares down at you, trying to hide his growing lust.

He fails poorly, the indication of his attraction starting to harden beneath his tight trousers, forming a bulge.

Stepping between his legs, you prop your knee beneath him, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “What are you gonna do about it, Pornstache?”

Swiftly, Mendez snatches your bicep, yanking you down the hall briskly to meet the closet - their closet. Unlocking the door, he pries it open, throwing you in the moment he does.

Stumbling to find your footing, you grasp at the shelf before you, your back to the door. Taking the opportunity, Mendez closes the door and pins you down from behind. “I’ll tell you what I’m gonna do about it, Tiny.”

Spinning you around, he grabs your wrists with one of his hands, the other roughly grabbing at your hips. Lowering down to meet your height, his lips clasp yours in a heated make-out. Whimpering, you pull at his hands, begging to tangle yours in his short locks and deepen the kiss.

He doesn’t allow it, however, leaning in closer to you to make you feel his bulge on your thigh. “You see what you do to me?”

“You mean what all us women do to you.”

Smirking, Mendez pins one of his legs beneath you, his hand moving your hips to grind against him. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, ya know that?”

“I wouldn’t have to be if you weren’t so easily swayed.”

Groaning again, Mendez shuts you up with another kiss, releasing your hands to remove your shirt, delighted to find nothing but your bare breasts beneath. Biting his lip harshly, Mendez detaches himself from you, temporarily giving you the upper hand just enough to flip yourselves.

Now you stand before him, shoving him harshly into the shelves. Tugging at his belt, you unbuckle it with swift fingers, the tips almost feeling numb with desire.

Yanking down his trousers, you allow him to step out of them. Hand wrapping around his cock, the tip red and precum already oozing, you ask, “Tell me, Pornstache, does she suck you off? Does she let you have control? Does she let you cum?”

Inhaling sharply, his eyes close as his head rolls back. Grasping his jaw, you force his eyes to meet yours. “I asked you a question,” you order, thumb grazing everywhere around his sensitive slit.

“No.”

“No what, Mendez? I know you have the ability to speak; you’re rather loud when you want to be heard.”

“No, she doesn’t let me have my way.”

“Well, she just sounds boring, doesn’t she?”

“Mhmm.”

“What? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes!”

“Not so loud, we don’t want her hearing this,” you giggle.

Taking both hands, one massages its way on the tip, teasing and squeezing, while the other focuses on the base and fondling his balls. Within no time, you feel his body tensing and bucking up to meet your hands every so often. The veins poke and prod, his breath quickens, and when he’s just about to reach the brink, you let go of him.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.”

Whimpering, he looks down at you with blown pupils. Pushing him onto the small desk beside the shelves, you force him to sit on top of it. Following him, you remove his shirt as well as your pants and panties. Idly, you use his thighs for support, straddling his hips with your clit brushing the side of his cock.

“Tell me what you want, Big Boy. All you have to do is ask,” you smile mischievously.

“Please. Please fuck me.”

Slowly sliding your clit along his dick, you stare at him, “Nah, you’re gonna have to do better than that.”

“Please FUCK ME!” he almost yells.

In one swift movement, you raise your hips and surge downwards, taking his cock fully inside your wet pussy. Collectively, you both moan at the intensity, allowing yourself a moment to adjust.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, you allow him to place his hands on your hips and thighs for balance. Slowly, you start to bounce on his cock, careful as to not fall off of him.

He grows needy once again, the familiar sensation of bliss encouraging him to help grind your hips into him more harshly, taking the initiative to thrust into you from underneath. You start to feel the coil in your own core tighten as well, moaning into his neck, leaving bite marks and hickeys in your wake.

Once more, you both feel yourselves in need of release, but not yet. Stopping all movements, you slowly release yourself of his cock, a lewd pop making your cheeks burn.

Groaning in need, you see Mendez visibly grow tiresome of your games. Good, that’s what you wanted.

With frustration, Mendez gets back onto his feet, grabbing a fistful of your hair, tugging your head into his chest. You feel a delicious sting on your scalp, smiling with satisfaction. Roughly, Mendez bends you over the desk face down, plunging into your aching core once again.

He doesn’t bother to use the slow and torturous pace you’d done before, rather, pulling your hair back to arch your spine. The peculiar position targets your G-spot, making it hard for you to keep quiet.

With one hand latched onto your hair, the other squeezes at the back of your neck, Mendez’s hips thrusting at a dangerously fast and hard pace. The coil tightens once again, squeezing his cock as it endlessly pounds that special spot again and again and again.

Once more, you feel his dick harden in a painful solidity, veins rubbing your walls in just the right way. Breaths hard and fast, his thrusts get sloppy, signalling his upcoming release.

“Cum inside me, Mendez. Fill me to the brim.”

And that he does, letting go of your hair and neck to bruise your hips in a death-grip, thrusting one final time. Leaking his seed in sensational shots, your orgasm crashes into his own, milking his cock. He lets out a final moan like an animal, his cock softening as the last of his cum seeps into you.

Pulling out of you when you’re both satiated, he lets out a breath of relief. You stay leaning against the desk for a little while more, legs weak and wobbly. Mendez giggles at the sight, in which you finally get up and dressed with him.

“The answer is no by the way.”

“What was the question?”

“Nobody is as good as you are,” he smiles.

“Is that a compliment or are you just trying to make one-time-thing-conversation?”

“It’s a compliment. You’ve always been my favorite, Y/N.”

“Thanks?”

“I love you, Y/N. That’s what I’m trying to say.”

The room goes quiet, and you just blink at him. “Shit, Y/N, I-”

Your face breaks into a sly grin, pulling him into another kiss. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

Both of you laughing, you guys take your leave. Mendez leaves a few moments before you with a quick kiss and goodbye. Then, counting to 10, you walk out after him, his figure disappearing down the hall. Yet, as you turn to go the other way, you just barely catch sight of a shocked Daya propped against the wall.

Giddily, you give her a shit-eating grin. “Told you he was mine.”

#george mendez #george mendez imagine #george mendez x reader #pornstache #pornstache mendez #pornstache imagine #pornstache mendez imagine #pornstache x reader #pornstache mendez x reader #pablo schreiber #pablo schreiber x reader #pablo schreiber imagine #orange is the new black #orange is the new black imagine #orange is the new black x reader #oitnb #oitnb x reader #oitnb imagine #female reader insert

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 5 years ago

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Cereal- Tasha Jefferson

Pairing: Tasha Jefferson x Reader (Platonic)

Characters: Tasha Jefferson, Poussey Washington

Warnings: N/A

Request: N/A

Word Count: 526

Author: Aaron

“Praise the powers above.” Poussey called out as you and your prison pals entered the unusually chatty and happy penitentiary cafeteria. “All this because the animals in here went a whole month without starting a fight?” For once in Lichfield, the sun shone through the mossy windows, it’s orange glow cut through the rusted bars and coated the cafeteria In a warm and light veil, a welcome change from the usual grey, dreary atmosphere.

“Nah.” Taystee pushed in front of the group, excited to attack the new arsenal of name brand cereals that the kitchen staff had half heartedly pre-weighed into bowls and sat next to underfilled water-like milk. “I reckon Caputo had some of that good pussy recently.” Yours and her obnoxious laughing was cut short by a CO, the straight faced and walrus mustached asshole clearly hadn’t got the message that today was supposed to be a joyous day. Her cheeky, contented smile did not halter as her voice did. “That shit puts everybody in a good mood, I don’t care who you are.”

As you spoke and walked, Taystee didn’t realise that you had slipped in front of her and therefore had the first choice of the group in picking what would be the best breakfast of your forced stay at this hellish hotel.

“Ay bitch, how’d you get in front?” Once again her protest was shut down by a CO who for once, you were glad to be somewhat on your side.

“You were too busy running your mouth about coochie, you need to focus on what’s important. Don’t worry, you’re still gonna get your cereal.” Slowly the line shortened until you could see the ever-shortening stacks of food, anything was better than the usual tasteless slop that you were served though. Red was a blessing to this place but there was only so much that she could do with the materials provided.

“Rice Krispies please.” You called over excitedly to the kitchen staff.

“Lucky you, that was the last of those, savour them.” Before their calloused hands could hand over the chipped plastic tray, Taystee pushed the few spaces forward and snatched the tray from her hands.

“Nah, I been dreaming about these, they’re mine.” The CO zombies laughed at each other, they had seen murders over turf, grudges and drugs but they probably hadn’t seen a Rice Krispies fight before.

“First come first serve bitch.” The same CO that had scalded you upon entering the eatery called out with his baton raised.

“Don’t make us fuck you up over some cereal.” Taystee turned to administer her usual rebuttal and as her back faced you, your hand could not help itself from grabbing onto the bowl and pulling it from the tray, you threw the spoon into the bowl and brought a hearty amount to your lips.

“You those in your mouth, and I will not hesitate to snap, crackle and drop your ass to the floor.” It had been a month and you had cereal who knew what another month of no violence could bring, so you stood down, handed over the cereal and grabbed a tray of Lucky Charms.

#Cereal #Tasha Jefferson #Tasha Jefferson Imagine #Tasha Jefferson One Shot #Taystee #Taystee Imagine #Taystee One Shot #Orange is the New Black One Shot #Orange is the New Black #Orange is the New Black Imagine #OitNB Imagine #OitNB One Shot #OitNB #Aaron

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roughandroudyways · 8 months ago

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ORANGE IS THE NEW BLACK - MASTERLIST

| You can also find my Janae Watson and Poussey Washington stories on WATTPAD, along with my one shots!

Wattpad: roughandroudyways

Poussey Washington:

- Poussey x Nyomi story masterlist!

- (FLUFF) You and I - Poussey Washington X Reader

- Poussey Washington who (season 1 and 2)

Janae Watson

- (FLUFF) Nightmares - Janae Watson X Reader

#poussey washington one shot #poussey washington x you #poussey washington x reader #poussey washington #janae watson #janae watson x reader #orange is the new black #OITNB masterlist #OITNB

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roughandroudyways · 8 months ago

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I love you so | Poussey Washington x Nyomi Anderson (OC)

| This is chapter two on my series, please make sure to read the official OITNB warnings before proceeding with this series!

MASTERLIST FOR THIS SERIES!

CHAPTERS:

0, 1, 2

The next day, Nyomi found herself meeting her councillor - who told her there won't be any job opportunities for the next two weeks, so to hang tight and find something to do that will occupy her time, which is exactly what she was doing as she made her way down to the library.

Now, Nyomi did struggle to read, preferring books with pictures than books with words - but she did like the atmosphere of a library, and what better chance to learn a new skill than a few years locked up.

Entering the Library, she found it empty, assuming that was because most people were still finishing up breakfast, spending as much time there before being sent to work. Thankful, Nyomi took a seat at a circle table, folding her arms and laying her head in them. She didn't plan to stay here long, just until work assignments began and then she'd find something else to do, perhaps she'll take a chance to get to know the place, or have a shower without prying eyes.

So, when the doors to the library opened once again, Nyomi jolted up, no longer lying down as she turned to whoever had just entered the room. To her surprise, though, it was Poussey, a girl she recognised from dinner last night.

"What you doin' in here?" She asked, strolling into the room carrying a few pieces of plastic and two books, "didn't see you down breakfast."

Nyomi shrugged, "wasn't feeling it."

Poussey nodded in understanding, placing the things she brought with her on the table before grabbing the plastic trolley and rolling it towards where she was stood. Nyomi watched curiously as she stacked the books she brought in up, leaving the plastic behind.

"What's that?" Nyomi asked, pointing to the two pieces on the table.

Poussey shrugged, "A pee funnel, stopping me from touching them nasty-ass toilets."

Nyoni nodded, smiling, "that's clever," she praised.

"You think?" Poussey asked, smiling at the girl as she played with the two parts in her hand.

"Yeah," Nyomi replied, before laying back down on the table.

"You tired?" Poussey asked, "want me to wake you for lunch?"

"No tired," Nyomi replied, "bored as hell, though."

"Girl..." Poussey started, before dumping several books infront of the new girl, "help me stack these up then."

The pair - Poussey and Nyomi - spent the stacking and organising books, uninterrupted because Taystee was spending time with her "mom", a woman who arrived just before Nyomi called Vee. Usually, Taystee helps Poussey out in the library, so the girl was thankful for the extra help.

That was until lunch rolled around, the speaker announcing it caused them both to stop and make their way to the hall, Poussey first and Nyomi following shortly behind.

Nyomi sat beside Janae again, not feeling too hungry so only playing with her chocolate pudding and leaving the rest up for grabs, which was happily taken by Cindy before she chose to leave and go back to her dorm with the three old ladies. Her councillor mentioned that morning she should be moved today, so that was something for her to look forward too.

Once she got there, it was only her in the room, sitting on the bunk and waiting for one of the CO's to come and find her and let her know where she'd be moving.

•••

After dinner, Nyomi found herself in the ghetto, in a bunk by herself until another woman found her way to prison. So, she made her bed, placed her things in her storage box, and made it pretty by leaving her new grey sweater and beige khaki top hanging up on her hooks.

She was glad she had moved, because that meant she received her true inmate ID card and could now start to figure out think's like the phone and commissary. Luckily, being the only inmate who came in her group, Healey said things were moving quicker for her, so she couldn't imagine coming to prison in a larger group.

It was also much easier to sleep in a cube cell, not being stuck in dead silence - the occasional creak of a bed and moving of fabric reminded the girl that other people were around her, weirdly, that comforted her. That night, Nyomi got the best sleep she had slept in months.

•••

The next morning, the block was awoken by a CO walking down the isle of the block, repeatedly announcing it was time to get up, followed by Suzanne who seemed to act as a parrot for the block - up and ready for her shower within seconds of the CO entering.

Nyomi felt that she had to give her credit for her passion, though, as she did struggle to wake this morning, choosing to remain in her white tank top and grey sweatpants and simply grabbed her towel, wash items and DIY shower shoes and made her way to the showers before everyone else.

Now, it wasn't that she felt insecure. Nyomi isn't an insecure woman - in fact, she thinks she has a pretty face and good body. However, only knowing the women two days, didn't yet give her the confidence to flaunt that, and she'd rather suffer early in the morning, alone, than in front of others.

So, when she entered the showers, apart from Suzanne, Nyomi was alone, the others only beginning to enter the room as she was brushing her teeth in the sinks.

Everyone was stood silent, the only sounds coming from showers and those brushing their teeth - that was until a commotion was heard outside the bathroom and a significant voice being louder than the others as she entered.

"All right, listen up!" She began, walking into the room with a gaggle of spanish women following behind her, "we got plumbing issues in Spanish Harlem."

That's all Nyomi needed to hear before making her way out, already dressed in her khaki pants and grey hoodie and made her own way back to her new block.

Soon after, Nyomi was joined by Suzanne, who too, was dressed and decided to invite herself into Nyomi's space.

"Nyomi, Nyomi, Nyomi," Suzanne spoke, entering the cube and sitting on the metal bed frame opposite of the girl, "so, who are you?" She asked, tilting her head left and right.

Nyomi giggled slightly, shaking her head, "Nyomi Anderson," she continued chuckling, "and you are?"

"Suzanne Warren," the girl infront responded, nodding her head in... approval? "I'm just... Scouting the place out for enemies... You know?"

"No..." Nyomi replied hesitantly, "I don't know, sorry."

"Let's just say," Suzanne said, standing up and doing a spin before looking straight at Nyomi, "if you see any... suspicious activity in these premises... you let me know."

"I will, don't worry," Nyomi replied with a smile.

The girl must've deemed that enough, as she walked off to stalk around the cubes of the other girls who weren't in the block, as if she was inspecting them.

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I Love You So | Poussey Washington x Nyomi Anderson (OC)

| This is chapter one on my series, please make sure to read the official OITNB warnings before proceeding with this series!

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AN OVERWHELMING SENSE OF GUILT hit Nyomi as she walked up to the parked white minivan, suddenly regretting all her choices up to this moment. She assumed that was what the CO's of this place wanted to happen - the higher ups designing the place to have that effect. However, she just couldn't push the feeling down.

Once the doors of the van were opened, she quickly took her seat next to a woman who sat... Bored? Nyomi hoped she wouldn't be sat here long enough to get bored like her, silently sending God a prayer in her head. She hadn't even realised she was staring at the poor woman until she turned her head, sending Nyomi a harsh glare, causing her to look away and hug her bag close to her chest.

Nobody in the van spoke, the woman in the front focused on her magazine with her sunglasses sitting comfortably on her face - she looked to be ready for a wait, which didn't send Nyomi much reassurance.

However, another woman soon joined them - a black hair poised woman, who seemed much too full of class to be joining them. The older woman took a seat beside Nyomi, sitting comfortably before beginning to talk.

"My jacket is itchy," she said, pulling at her jacket, causing her bags to hit against Nyomi as she did - evoking a reaction from the girl beside her.

"Yo stop that, you're hitting us." The girl to Nyomi's left quipped, kissing her teeth before looking straight forward again, shaking her head.

•

"And this will be where you'll be staying," Morello said, showing me inside this cube-like cell, three bunkbeds sitting against the wall, three elderly ladies currently sitting on their bunks, "bunk give is yours," she said, pointing at it before walking off.

"Don't take it personally," one of the older ladies stood, taking my bag and placing it on the bottom bunk, "the races stay separate here - like the old days, only less 'hatecrimey'. She won't help you like she did the other girls."

Nyomi smiled kindly at the woman, thankful for her advice that she assumed would already help her, "Thank you," she replied, nodding her head, "I'm Anderson."

"Of course sweetheart," the woman replied, holding out her hand, "I'm Irma, them two ladies are Taslitz and Jimmy."

I nodded, "Nice to meet you all," I said, shaking Irma's hand.

Irma then sat down, causing Nyomi to go to do the same before an alarm went off, causing the three to stand up by their bunks, which Nyomi followed and did the same.

"It's count," Taslitz said simply, seeing the confusion on Nyomi's face, "don't sit down until we do."

A few seconds later, a guard came in, clicking his counter four times before leaving and going to the next room. Following him were two other guards, who both did the same.

•

After count was dinner, so Nyomi followed them to the lunch hall and watched them make their way to a long line, hesitantly following them and finding herself a few people behind. Looking around the hall, the girl quickly noticed how decided the room way, cliques forming at tables, the only dividing factor being race - Irma was right.

Receiving her tray from the hispanic ladies serving dinner, Nyomi was quick to smile at the woman serving, offering a thank you befote going to find a place to sit. Not wanting to assume she was welcome to any of the cliques, she found a seat at an empty table at the back corner of the room.

Beginning to eat silently, a woman set infront of Nyomi, causing the girl to take ahold of her tray, expecting the woman to tell her to move. However, she didn't, instead she placed a toothbrush, bar of soap and toilet paper infront of Nyomi.

"Taystee sent me," the woman spoke, looking the girl up and down, "now you have to follow me."

Nyomi nodded, unsure what to make of the action - however, she quickly followed the woman with her tray when she stood, assuming it was the safest thing to do with the woman holding the same complexion as herself. The phrase 'the races stay separate here' from earlier repeating itself in her head - Nyomi didn't want to be on bad terms with the only people she had here.

Once they reached the table, Nyomi stopped, unsure where to sit so stood at the head.

"Sit next to Watson," one of the women spoke, nodding her head to an empty seat.

Nyomi did, placing her tray before sitting down, being mindful of keeping herself in her little bubble of space, making sure not to accidentally nudge either of the women now beside her.

"I'm Taystee," the girl continued, "that's Janae or Watson, that's Cindy - but we call her Black Cindy," she said, nodding her head to the woman who gave her the soap, "that's Suzanne and this is Poussey," she finished, wrapping her arm around the girl to her right.

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