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[Orange Is The New Black] love is a thing that can never go wrong (Big Boo/OFCs)
Title: love is a thing that can never go wrong
Fandom: Orange Is The New Black
Length: 913 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Orange Is The New Black, Big Boo (+ or /any), puppy love
Pairing: Boo/various OFCs
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Boo falls in love with Katherine right away. At almost eighteen she is amazingly worldly, and Boo likes the taste of her tattoos, the soft sleekness of her skin. She gets out two months after Boo goes in.
Big Boo has a heart as big as her beautiful body, and she's been falling in love with women since as long as she can remember. It started with her kindergarten teacher, sparkling and sweet, with always a kind word for Carrie, but never stopped. She kisses a friend at a slumber party at the age of ten and her mom has to come pick her up. The cold tension in the car presses down on Boo like a vise (and she's Boo by now, not Big Boo yet, but named for her tendency to creep along behind the popular girls like a ghost). Her mother never talks to her about it, but she never gets to visit Sarah again.
After the word gets out, she spends a lot of time alone or with her brothers. The girls shun her completely, and the boys are cruel. She starts punching in advance of their teasing. They don't usually tell -- they're embarrassed to be beaten up by a girl. But she leaves enough bruises to get into trouble, and after that, it seems like she'll never get out of it. The teachers and the principal all look at her with disgust. She begins to bathe obsessively in case she smells. It's not until she lands in juvie that she realizes that isn't the problem. It's the way she falls in love -- she can't keep it secret.
In juvenile hall they cut her hair short and make her wear an ugly gray outfit that looks like pajamas. All her life she's strained to be as beautiful as the women she admires, but she's never been any good at it. She gives up the lipstick and doesn't grow her hair out again. An older girl explains to her that that's what those lesbos like, anyway, someone to be their man. She seems to be right, or at least, that's what she's into.
Boo falls in love with Katherine right away. At almost eighteen she is amazingly worldly, and Boo likes the taste of her tattoos, the soft sleekness of her skin. She gets out two months after Boo goes in. She promises to write, but she only sends one letter, with scratchy handwriting and a leaky pen. Boo keeps it under her pillow for months, even after she gets out of juvie.
She's good at sneaking into bars. Usually people don't bother to ask for her ID. She falls in love with grunge rock and women with interesting piercings. They break her heart, every single one, but she doesn't stop trying. People like her don't get white picket fences; she's learned that long ago. She'd be happy with someone to come home to at the end of the day.
Her sixth girlfriend teaches her to boost cars. That's something else she learns how to love, the run of exhilaration through her fingers and the squeal of the tires. She gets a job at a garage and arm-wrestles the guys on her breaks. She sells the cars in pieces, trying to be careful.
Darcy gets busted on their one-year anniversary. Boo waits up half the night with congealing Chinese food and half-melted candles, paging her every ten minutes and swearing in all the languages she knows. The guys at the garage have taught her pretty decent Spanish, at least the important stuff, and she's pretty sure that some of the Polish her grandpa used to mutter under his breath was dirty. Makes her feel better, anyway. Darcy calls early the next morning and Boo has to sell a few things cheap in order to pay her bail. She thinks that's how she got caught.
She pleads guilty and all her friends tell her that she has to be hard to survive in prison, that the only person you have to depend on is yourself. They're right; as soon as Darcy makes bail she leaves the city without a glance backwards. Boo spends her first few weeks being quiet, nursing her broken heart. No one bothers her much. She's far from the only or the loudest lesbian, and she's too big for anyone to think of her as an easy mark.
She knows she's feeling better when the new girls come in and she falls in love with a pair of beautiful blue eyes on a hollow face. There's a lot of girls in prison that look like that, like no one has loved them enough, and Boo likes to think she's up for the challenge.
"How ya doing?" she says, sidling up beside the girl over lunch. The girl is picking at her mushy meal, staring down at it like it still hasn't sunk in that this is her real life now. It's been two years since Boo looked like that and the white girls took her in and took care of her. It's about time she paid back that favor.
"Been better," the girl says, listlessly, but she moves over so Boo can sit down.
"First week's the hardest," Boo says. Although the second week is pretty bad because then it's really sinking in. But after that you can go day by day. She doesn't say any of that.
"I heard," the girl says. "I'm Laura. Uh, Palmer." She flushes a little. She's trying really hard to remember all the rules. Boo thinks it's cute.
"Laura, eh?" she says, offering a hand. "I'm Big Boo. Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you."
Fandom: Orange Is The New Black
Length: 913 words
Prompt: fic_promptly: Orange Is The New Black, Big Boo (+ or /any), puppy love
Pairing: Boo/various OFCs
Other: n/a
Excerpt: Boo falls in love with Katherine right away. At almost eighteen she is amazingly worldly, and Boo likes the taste of her tattoos, the soft sleekness of her skin. She gets out two months after Boo goes in.
Big Boo has a heart as big as her beautiful body, and she's been falling in love with women since as long as she can remember. It started with her kindergarten teacher, sparkling and sweet, with always a kind word for Carrie, but never stopped. She kisses a friend at a slumber party at the age of ten and her mom has to come pick her up. The cold tension in the car presses down on Boo like a vise (and she's Boo by now, not Big Boo yet, but named for her tendency to creep along behind the popular girls like a ghost). Her mother never talks to her about it, but she never gets to visit Sarah again.
After the word gets out, she spends a lot of time alone or with her brothers. The girls shun her completely, and the boys are cruel. She starts punching in advance of their teasing. They don't usually tell -- they're embarrassed to be beaten up by a girl. But she leaves enough bruises to get into trouble, and after that, it seems like she'll never get out of it. The teachers and the principal all look at her with disgust. She begins to bathe obsessively in case she smells. It's not until she lands in juvie that she realizes that isn't the problem. It's the way she falls in love -- she can't keep it secret.
In juvenile hall they cut her hair short and make her wear an ugly gray outfit that looks like pajamas. All her life she's strained to be as beautiful as the women she admires, but she's never been any good at it. She gives up the lipstick and doesn't grow her hair out again. An older girl explains to her that that's what those lesbos like, anyway, someone to be their man. She seems to be right, or at least, that's what she's into.
Boo falls in love with Katherine right away. At almost eighteen she is amazingly worldly, and Boo likes the taste of her tattoos, the soft sleekness of her skin. She gets out two months after Boo goes in. She promises to write, but she only sends one letter, with scratchy handwriting and a leaky pen. Boo keeps it under her pillow for months, even after she gets out of juvie.
She's good at sneaking into bars. Usually people don't bother to ask for her ID. She falls in love with grunge rock and women with interesting piercings. They break her heart, every single one, but she doesn't stop trying. People like her don't get white picket fences; she's learned that long ago. She'd be happy with someone to come home to at the end of the day.
Her sixth girlfriend teaches her to boost cars. That's something else she learns how to love, the run of exhilaration through her fingers and the squeal of the tires. She gets a job at a garage and arm-wrestles the guys on her breaks. She sells the cars in pieces, trying to be careful.
Darcy gets busted on their one-year anniversary. Boo waits up half the night with congealing Chinese food and half-melted candles, paging her every ten minutes and swearing in all the languages she knows. The guys at the garage have taught her pretty decent Spanish, at least the important stuff, and she's pretty sure that some of the Polish her grandpa used to mutter under his breath was dirty. Makes her feel better, anyway. Darcy calls early the next morning and Boo has to sell a few things cheap in order to pay her bail. She thinks that's how she got caught.
She pleads guilty and all her friends tell her that she has to be hard to survive in prison, that the only person you have to depend on is yourself. They're right; as soon as Darcy makes bail she leaves the city without a glance backwards. Boo spends her first few weeks being quiet, nursing her broken heart. No one bothers her much. She's far from the only or the loudest lesbian, and she's too big for anyone to think of her as an easy mark.
She knows she's feeling better when the new girls come in and she falls in love with a pair of beautiful blue eyes on a hollow face. There's a lot of girls in prison that look like that, like no one has loved them enough, and Boo likes to think she's up for the challenge.
"How ya doing?" she says, sidling up beside the girl over lunch. The girl is picking at her mushy meal, staring down at it like it still hasn't sunk in that this is her real life now. It's been two years since Boo looked like that and the white girls took her in and took care of her. It's about time she paid back that favor.
"Been better," the girl says, listlessly, but she moves over so Boo can sit down.
"First week's the hardest," Boo says. Although the second week is pretty bad because then it's really sinking in. But after that you can go day by day. She doesn't say any of that.
"I heard," the girl says. "I'm Laura. Uh, Palmer." She flushes a little. She's trying really hard to remember all the rules. Boo thinks it's cute.
"Laura, eh?" she says, offering a hand. "I'm Big Boo. Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you."