hey besties <33 send in requests bc im pretty bored. what do u think im doing?? my trig work?? my ap literature work?? LOL i have so much spare time so leave loads of requests
i know i've taken a hiatus don't hate me but im writing more now i swear.
ANYWAY stream evermore as always <33
request: hey babe! can you do me a favor? i was wondering if you could write a nicky nichols x fem!reader where the reader's new to that prison like they got transfered over and nicky falls like head over heels for this girl who falls in as kind of like a hit woman for red and at first won't pay her any mind but nicky practically sticks herself to the reader until she gives in and gives nicky a chance. thanks a bunch 💜
"What do you mean Red's got a spy?" laughed Nicky in disbelief and amusement, as she smacked Flaca in her shoulder heavily. "This place is like three square feet; who's that cook spyin' on?"
Alex rolled her eyes, adjusting her thin framed glasses with a smirk coating over her lips, "first of all," she said, sending a glare over to Nicky, "it's a hitwoman. And secondly... this prison is too big. There's people in here with secrets."
Holding back a laugh, Nicky directed a smile at the raven, "no shit, Vause. All of us have secrets. But- eh, this place has too much people in it. It's like a cramped van of puppies."
Maritza, biting into some snack she got at commissary, raised an eyebrow, "what kinda dogs are you adopting in vans?" which merely raised a chuckle from Flaca next to her.
"Dope ones, the ones that can find me coke," Nicky hastily answered, her own smirk crawling upon her face. It was then the sound of a fluorescent buzzing, a near damaging screech in the distance could be heard, and then, in the Cell Block, came erupting a (Y/H/C) woman, her eyes drilled in front of her as she swarmed past Nicky's cell.
"Looks like Red's hitwoman," Piper said with a smile.
Nicky scoffed, "her?" She pointed in your direction, her eyes tracing over your body with precision. "What's she gonna do, y'know... flick them on the head?"
With that, the group could hear the woman whistle, and then coo with a smile, "Oh, Chapman."
It took a few weeks before Nicky actually spoke to you. She wouldn't say it was out of fear, because of course it wasn't -- she wasn't even slightly intimidated by you, someone who radiated her same power and held her same courage.
You were so fascinating to her... but you held absolutely no attention. You couldn't care less about her presence. To you, all she was was a person in the dark, someone who was trying to get your attention at each curve. A type of stalker, but a pretty bad, pretty attentive stalker.
It was currently a Friday, you guessed, although all the days seemed to merge together into an endless Monday about two years ago, when your sentence started.
You sat down next to Freida, giving the thinnest smile as she spoke to you.
"Chapman healing up?" she asked, though you could tell by her voice she didn't truly care about anyone besides herself, which was one of the best things about Freida.
You raised one eyebrow, "she's managing."
When you caught glimpse of the blonde coming in sight from your left you had to withhold a scoff. "Here we go again." You swallowed a deep sigh.
Nicky ran up by your side, rubbing a hand against your back as she sat down. You sucked on the inside of your cheek, glaring at her from the side.
"Heyy, (Y/L/N), what's up, darling?" She smirked, only stopping when you sent a grimace in her direction. "Alright, a little hard-to-get right now... and... for the last two weeks. But, hey, y'know, hard-to-get is the new sexy, eh?" she asked.
You resorted to not answering, which only kept her continuing. "Very talkative, this one," she joked. "Eh, I'm not asking you to tell me your life story, y'know? Just give me something."
You push some of your hair back, and then smirk. "Would you leave me alone?"
"So she speaks!" calls Nicky with a boisterous, surprised expression. You cough, holding back the urge to snip back at her.
You cross your arms in front of your chest, though you can feel the thinnest smile falling over your face that you try your hardest to conceal, covering it with a disinterested sigh.
"And, eh, don't even try to go all Red's-Hitwoman on me," she called, "her and I are two peas in a pod. We've been through everything."
You give her a glare.
"Well, perhaps, not everything, but eh, we've been through a good lot." When you don't reply to her, she takes a deep breath. "Y'know, there's something, romantic about this, right? Like, we're here, together, one of us is pining, the other pretends she doesn't exist, eh?"
You give her another glare.
She rolls her eyes, "we could... uh, we could do that sappy shit. Laughing till our ribs get tough," she said. "We could... share beds like little kids," she said, coming closer to you.
"Gross," Freida complained.
Nicky withheld a scowl, replying by turning to you. "What do you think, Doll? Wanna finally give me the time of day?"
You raise your eyebrows once more, trying to find the right words to say. You smile before standing up with your tray, raising your eyebrows in perfect lining.
"Sure," you say simply, tilting your head to the side.
