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You and I | Poussey Washington (Fluff)

PAIRING: Poussey Washington X Reader

WARNINGS: N/A

REQUESTED BY: N/A

AUTHOR: C

| Poussey Washington X Reader fluff, where they are both just so cute together!

You had known Poussey for around six months now, meeting when you were assigned library duty after things became too much to handle for Poussey on her own.

Since then, you spent a lot of time together, bonding over your love of reading, books and keeping the library organised. You both hit it off immediately, she was always there for you and you there for her, it was the perfect dynamic.

Currently, you were both on the library floor, Poussey with a book in hand and you lay with your head in her lap, playing idily with the hem of her grey sweater - fiddling with the stitching.

You both love moments like this, being able to do your own things in each others presence. From time to time, Poussey’s attention would divert from her book to you, playing with your hair and moving it from your face before going back to the chapter, the silence and unspoken intimacy was nice.

It took a while for Poussey to finally finish in a place she could pay attention to you, using a shoelace as a book mark and placing the book beside you both, quickly bringing her hand to your face and gently comforting it - caressing your cheek softly.

You like this, so take her spare hand and place with in your own, fiddling with her fingers and occasionally bringing her hand up to your lips with a smile.

It was silence, until Poussey muttered your name, making your attention move from her hands and to face, “yeah?” You asked, smiling at her sweetly.

“I uhm…” She began, as if unsure whether or not it was right to talk. You thought it was because she, too, was enjoying the silence. You had no idea she’d spent the last hour deep in thought, not really ready, instead thinking about things, thinking about you, flipping the pages idily.

You had no idea of the feelings you involuntarily evoked from Poussey, how nervous you could make her and how hard she would fight for you. She didn’t want to ruin that, but she felt she had to make her feelings clear to you.

“… I think I love you,” Poussey finished, still playing with your hair, finding comfort in it, focusing on you as your expression changed to a bright smile, now looking at her hands again.

“I love you too.” You countered, sitting up and placing a kiss now on her cheek, a territory neither of you had yet crossed, pushing a large smile to Poussey’s face as she did the same.

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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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OITNB Vauseman Epilogue

I’ve been rewatching Orange non stop since I finished season 7, and frankly its getting unhealthy, so I really just need this out of my system. Just my rendering of a Vauseman Epilogue. I hope y'all share yours too! I know open endings can leave us with a need for closure, but they also allow us to come to our own conclusions, and that's a blessing in its own way. Anyways, please enjoy, I know I really needed to get it all out, so I hope it helps you through your ow mourning process. 

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Piper stood anxiously outside of the Ohio Prison. It was cold enough that she could see her breath when she exhaled, and her nose was beginning to run. She wasn’t sure if she was bouncing up and down and rubbing her gloved hands together to keep warm or because of her nerves. It was probably a bit of both. She’d been waiting for this day for three years, and now that it was finally here, she couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was going to take it away. She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was going to take her away. Alex. Her partner in crime. Her wife. 

Piper had spent the past three years rebuilding her whole life around Alex. For Alex. She moved to Ohio, got a job and an apartment. She found hobbies and made new friends. Slowly, Piper had finally started to get to know herself. Often times, she found herself lying in bed at night, unable to fall asleep. Her mind flooded with ‘what if’s’ and ‘what could have been’s’. She thought about that night at the bar, meeting Alex for the first time. What if Alex had never come up to her? Would they still have gotten together? Would they still have traveled the world together? Would they have still fallen in love? 

What about if Alex had never joined Kobra’s crew? Would they still have met then? They wouldn’t have gone to prison. Probably. 

Without Alex, Piper’s head was a constant stream of tangled thoughts, like a never ending ball of yarn. She’d always been that way, even as a kid. Some of her earliest memories were of her talking to her mom or dad or Cal until finally they’d walk into a room and shut the door behind them, locking her out. Alex always knew how to detangle her thoughts. She’d say the right thing, or take her hand at the right moment. They were never perfect together, or even perfect for each other, but she knew they were meant to be. Doomed to be together. 

A loud buzzer noise went off, shocking Piper out of her head. She looked up, and there she was, black frames on her face and a paper bag in her hands. Piper felt a tear roll down her cheek as the two women’s eyes locked. She felt herself start to run towards her wife, and before she knew it, her arms were wrapped around her waist and her face was buried into the soft fabric of her red jumper. 

Alex had dropped her bag to the ground as soon as Piper had starting running. Her arms reached around Pipers shoulders, cradling her head in her hands. They stood like that, wrapped in each others arms, tears soaking into their clothes for what felt like eternity. 

“I missed this so much.” Piper whispered. 

“Me too.” Alex whispered back. 

Alex grabbed Piper’s hands as they pulled apart. She looked down at the rings on each of their hands. 

“I can’t believe both of our fingers are still intact.” She said, laughing. “I’m surprised we don’t both have infections.” 

Piper laughed. “I know. But I like them” 

“Yeah, I like them too.” 

Alex let go of Piper’s hands and wrapped them around her face before finally kissing her wife. 

“I missed you.” She said pulling away. “So fucking much.” 

“Me too.” She said smiling and leaning in and kissing her again. 

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Alex lay in bed, her body pressed close against Piper back. She ran her fingers gently though Piper’s hair as she listened to the sounds of her wife’s sleeping breaths. She couldn’t even guess how many times she’d wished for this exact moment for the past three years. She’d cried herself to sleep more times than she cared to admit, especially after talking to Piper late at night. She’d missed her so much. 

When they were both there together, it sucked, but it sucked a lot less than when she was in there alone. It wasn’t just that she couldn’t see Piper everyday, or that they couldn’t touch or talk without whispering. They were living in separate worlds. No matter how much you try and make your time count, to feel like you’re not just losing years, the years are still lost. It was like she’d been living in a book, a fictional world, and Piper was living an actual life. Her problems and stories seemed so trivial, like anything that happened wasn’t really happening. She felt like they were walking down a beach, and Piper’s feet were leaving marks in the sand but she was floating beside her like a ghost. 

Alex knew that the next few weeks were going to be hard. She had to find a job, she had to meet Piper’s family for the first time, but most importantly she needed to make up for all of those sand marks that Piper had to make on her own. For the first time, Alex and Piper had a shot at a real life. Not as criminals or prisoners, but as real people living an honest life. 

Alex rested her head on the pillow beside her wife’s before finally drifting off into the best sleep she’d had in over a decade. 

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Before Incarceration (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/luOliP5u9A A vauseman story about the two before they went to prison. It takes place right after the infamous 'Piper meets Alex in a bar' scene.

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Nightmares - Janae Watson (Fluff)

PAIRING: Janae Watson X Reader

WARNINGS: N/A

REQUESTED BY: N/A

AUTHOR: C

| Janae Watson X Reader fluff, where they are absolute cuties!!

Since arriving a Litchfield, you just couldn’t sleep. Never truly being able to get some red, and, when you did eventually doze off, your mind was flooded with images you thought you’d forgotten, and you were awake as quick as you weren’t.

Tonight, though, was worse than usual. Having not slept an hour the night before, you were exhausted, not tired, mentally (and physically) drained. You felt like a little girl, wanting to be back at home, in your mom’s arms or even your own bed. You wanted the comfort of your mom again - or even another person.

Wrapped in these thoughts, you were just upsetting yourself, but not daring to cry in fear of waking someone else up.

You hadn’t known how much time had passed, as you attempted to sooth yourself, sitting up on your bed with your knees to your chest, staring out into the walkway. If you could, you’d wrap your blanket around you, put your head on your knees and try sleep again here, but you knew it was fruitless, so just sat there, unmoving.

That was, of course, until you heard a noise from the cube beside you. Beside you was Poussey and Janae - there were many nights, similar to you, Poussey got trapped in a bad dream, and you being up, resulted in being the one to pull her out of it.

So you waited, listening for another noise before standing up and making your way to the cube over.

You were surprised, though, finding the person with the nightmare not to be Poussey, but to be Janae - who was laying, asleep with an expression of discomfort, occasionally moving around her bed frame.

You quickly found yourself beside her, crouching ok the floor as you held her shoulder and shook it, “Janae?.. J, hey, wake up.”

This didn’t work, though, as you tried again, and again, a film of sweat now covering her skin as you placed your hand to her cold forehead. So, you left it there, occasionally running your hand soothingly down her face until her eyes began to open.

“Y/n?” She asked, obviously confused as she began to sit up, looking around in the darkness.

“Sorry,” you muttered, taking your hand away and bringing it back to your side, “I heard you and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Janae nodded, staring at you thoughtfully before speaking again, “will you… stay with me?”

This caught you by surprise, but you nodded, taking a place beside her as she rested her head on your tank-top covered chest.

You felt warm, and hoped she couldn’t hear the pounding of your heart, however, within minutes, your eyelids began to feel heavy, feeling yourself drifting off to sleep.

The next morning, you found yourself in your own bed, being “woken up” by Janae who told you the guards will be coming around soon, with a smile on her face.

You smiled too.

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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.

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