make me choose:
nicky nicholsor poussey washington [asked by anon]
oitnb meme 1/6 flashbacks ➝ Poussey
"How can you just shut down like that?"
"I’ve had a lot of practice"
He nodded with a smile. “No, do not worry; it is fine. Besides, it is far from the worst reaction I have ever gotten.” Despite his smile, his words carried a darker truth, but it was one he didn’t care to discuss at the moment. “Mutants come in all shapes and sizes. Most of us do not look different at all, but,” he chuckled, “some of us are blessed with mutations that make us exceedingly handsome, too.”
She sighed in relief. The last thing she wanted to do was offend him, especially when she knows next to nothing about what he can do. It makes sense, what he says, so she listened intently and nodded along. “And modest too, no doubt.”
He’s willing to take this as far as she wants him to, because with the first gentle touch, he’d been hooked. She’d pulled him into her world and made him addicted to her, to her mind, her soul, her gentle touches and the kind heart she had. He wouldn’t be able to put all of this to words but he’d fallen for her, faster than he would’ve liked to. Gently, he brushes the metal fingers over her knee, kissing her back with the same depth she’s using towards him, a small smile playing around the edge of his lips.
"Okay." She said softly, pulling away with a slight smile, and ears flushed red. "Maybe….maybe w should slow down a little. Not that I wasn’t enjoying that." She kept her hand on his cheek, a soft, reassuring touch. "Are you okay?" It’s a question she doesn’t expect an answer to, but she wants to check in, make sure he’s doing alright.
As the ships pull along side by side to each other, Curtis is about to order the first volley of cannon fire when he looks up to lock eyes with none other than Captain Wilson. “Hold your fire, boys!” He orders, sheathing his blade and holding up his hands in a sign a piece to his fellow Captain.
"And what brings you here?" He shouts across the water to her. "I dare say, I haven’t seen you in an age. Would you care to join me for a drink and some talk? It seems we have a lot to catch up on."
When she sees Curtis, she sneers, but it twists into a smile. It’s not a friendly one, she’s been threatened, after all, but it’s a smile nonetheless. She signals to her crew to hold their arms, but they know to stay on their guard. She’s proud of her boys, some of the best in the world.
"These be my waters, Curtis. You should know that." She shouts back in her usual manner. Her tone is teasing, but with a menacing edge. "Boys, offer a bridge for the fine captain. You come aboard, Curtis. Your men stay on your deck." She gestures to the man, one hand on her blade, the other sweeping behind her to her own quarters.
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. And you don’t want that.
i’m slowly working through my drafts but i have a ton of school work to do and my grandma was admitted to the hospital today and it’s like i cant catch a goddamn break.
i’m okayi love you all
thanks for your patience
“Nah, see - being a superhero is just a daytime job.”
“My full-time job is being a single mom. To one, giant five-year-old making my life impossible. Tony. I’m talking about Tony.”
"Man, I don’t envy you. I hear Stark can be a constant handful. Still, can’t say much. I babysit the ninety five year old capsicle. He’s like a golden retriever puppy that still needs to be trained and someone decided that it’s my job to train him."
He understood, but chose not to comment; he himself was still mourning the loss of his former teammates, his family. Some days, he thought it a weight heavier than he could bear.
His face registered surprise. There was no offense, only legitimate surprise. “You have never seen a mutant before?” The tail danced with curiosity and amusement. Perhaps mutants weren’t out in the open here?
Sam tilted her head, shaking it quickly. “I mean, I’ve read about ‘em, sure. But I ain’t never seen one who was out. I’m sure I’ve known or met a few, but didn’t realize that’s what was going on.” She smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, that’s not the most P.C. thing to say, is it?”