#oitnb oneshot

[1800-lemonadeg1rl]

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Anyone but you pt 2

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Sniffle any louder (yandere version) - when you show up to work il lit aggravates Natasha that is until she sees your dire state

OITNB Maria Ruiz oneshot - enemies to lovers, set in riot with CO character

You can request anything it just may take

me some time to write as I'm on break

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 710

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @clair-lesbioteca

Year posted - 2020

Warnings - I'm pretty sure George Mendez is a warning in itself...

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"Hey (Y/l/n) look at what I found." George grinned at the smaller woman as he approached her. "Mendez I gotta get to work, couldn't it wait?" (Y/n) sighed heavily, no particularly in the mood to deal with George right now. "Nah you're gonna love this." George grinned mischievously at her, showing her his phone when he reached her. "What am I looking-" (Y/n) sighed before cutting herself off as she realized what she was looking at. (Y/n) gasped wide eyed looking up at George, who chuckled darkly at her. "I must say I was pleasantly surprised to find this over the weekend." His smile widened as he looked to the picture on his phone. "I was happy to subscribe of course, but I must say. I'm a little disappointed you're content is so... Innocent." George licked his lips, casually scrolling through her pictures. "How did-" (Y/n) began, only to get cut off my George. "I know it was you?" He finished her question. "Well firstly that wonderful body of yours is quite recognizable, and I seen that cute little sparrow tattoo behind your ear in your latest picture set." George pointed to the tattoo, pleased with the look on (Y/n)'s face. "George you can't-" (Y/n) tried, only to get cut off again. "I can't what?" George loomed over her smaller form. "You can't tell anyone about this." (Y/n) breathed out nervously, silently scolding herself for the dampness building in her panties. "Please." She pleaded with him, shuttering when George pinned her against the wall with his body. "What'll I get in return?" He asked with a smile. "Are you seriously blackmailing me!?" (Y/n) hissed, trying to hide the face that she liked where this was going. "Oh please... I can see it in your eyes Princess, you like that I found your dirty little secret." He chuckled. "Well... What do you want?" (Y/n) licked her lips, glancing from his eyes to his lips. "I want exclusive content." George winked down at her. "Exclusive content?" (Y/n) repeated his request. "I want more than just pictures of you in lingerie, and those beautiful tits of yours, I wanna see what you got hiding behind those panties of yours. I wanna watch you play with yourself, I wanna hear you moaning and panting. I wanna see your pretty face as you cum, whimpering my name." George licked his lips, picturing it in his mind. "And I wanna be the only one gettin 'em." He leaned down so their faces were merely inches apart. "Yeah?" (Y/n) whispered softly, her body tingling with want. "Yeah." George's smile widened. "Alright... It's a deal." (Y/n) grinned as wide as George, grasping onto George's biceps. "But if you ever want a live show, just let me know." (Y/n) winked at him, before slipping out of his grasp. "Christ (Y/l/n) you'll be the death of me." George murmured to himself as she sauntered off down the hall.

[moonxsolitaire]

Hey!

How would y’all feel about a Hank Anderson (DBH) / Gender Neutral Reader chapter amongst all the other hyperfixation chapters- ALSO, I’ve been thinking of adding some (revamped) chapters from other fanfics I’ve written so they don’t get forgotten about it that would be a shame they went to waste.

So, feel free to check out my wattpad (beware for some ancient cringiness) and look through my fanfics and comment here which ones you’d like to have a chapter in the one shots fic!

Lastly, here’s a wee list of some of the one shots I’ve been thinking of doing! (ya might notice a pattern of MILFS)

(old) Carol Denning X Reader - maybe a Henny Russell X Reader instead

(Old) Carol Denning X Reader (A sorta AU where Y/N managed to get CO Hopper to free Carol instead of Chapman before she could get killed)

Perhaps a chapter with Rosamund Pike X Reader or Amy Dunne x Reader

(2018) Laurie Strode x Reader, I might do it so that it’s based on my fanfic about Laurie on wattpad where Michael is real but the movies had still been made and Y/N finds JLC to get help to dEfEaT Michael when they actually fall for each other- if I don’t do that, it’ll be a simple Laurie x reader

I might might do a Markus X Simon (DBH) chapter

I’ll probably do a JFK one that’ll most likely have a similar plot line that my ao3 fic does.

Regina George x Reader

(And I’ll keep updating with whatever hyperfixation I get at the time)

So, that’s it for now! Thanks for reading <3

Rhye

Now allow me to quickly make this clear, I do not in any way stand for the crimes Carol committed, it frankly disgusts me. I simply find her attractive so if you don’t like that please go elsewhere or you can leave recommendations on my page about ways I can change things up- it would be really appreciated.

Please be kind on my page, any hate will be deleted!

[milk1sses]

i want to write some oitnb pieces so bad, where the requests at xx

[vausemanoneshots]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Orange is the New Black Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Piper Chapman/Alex Vause Characters: Piper Chapman, Alex Vause Additional Tags: #vauseman #Alexvause #Vause #Oitnb #piper #piperchapman Series: Part 2 of Alex Vause One Shots

[showimagines-fics]

Hi. If you are taking requests could you do a Tricia Miller x reader where the reader is sent to the shu and Tricia comforts her after words. Thank you. (If you aren't it's totally fine)

“What was that lil’ dreadlocks?” The tall, black haired, blue eyed inmate asks.

“I didn’t say anything. I promise.” Tricia becomes nervous and is scared something will happen, but she doesn’t like to back down from a fight. One of the only things her mom taught her.

“I believe you did with your raggedy ass cornrows that you call hair.”

Tricia has enough and stands up from the table where her and her friends were playing cards during yard time. She’s short compared to the other inmate, who most don’t go around because they don’t want any trouble, but this time trouble had come to Tricia. Somehow that always happens to the scrappy little woman. That’s exactly what she is; scrappy.

“What did you say?” Tricia asks, but you pull her back down so as to not start trouble. The last thing Tricia needs is trouble. She’s getting out soon and you don’t want her to ruin it. She deserves a life outside the walls of this nasty prison. If you could even call it a prison. People think of a prison as a bed, food, and small spaces. Try having four other people in the same 8 by 8 cell as you with only a piece of bread for all of you. You can imagine the fights that happen as a result.

“You heard exactly what i said.”

Neither one is backing down which is always a bad sign. The other girls at the table get quiet, some even walk away. You sit beside Tricia, holding her down. You can feel the anger building up. She always let anger get the best of her. She’s still young, she’ll learn if she gets the chance to get out of here.

“Actually I didn’t.”

“Trice, stop. You’re getting out in 3 days, don’t ruin it.” You say as a reminder to not do anything stupid.

“Oh you think you’re getting out, do you?”

“I know i’m getting out. Can’t say the same for you.” Tricia says and turns back to play her game.

You’re proud of her for turning the other cheek. She’s not always that good at doing it.

The other inmate grabs her shoulder and tries to turn her around. “I’m not done with this conversation.”

Having heard enough, you decide to intervene before it gets worse. You stand up and become eye level with her. “She’s done talking. Just move on already.”

“I know you aren’t trying to get in on this, are you?”

“I’m not her. I’m never getting out, so pick on someone your own size if you’re going to do something.” You respond without a beat.

The inmate hesitates and just looks around at the gathering of people, including guards.

For some reason, she still decides to continue. She throws one good punch and you’re throwing back. You pin her down and her group is trying to get you off of her. Finally the guards grab ahold of both of you and you see Tricia looking at you in awe. You don’t normally show this side of you, so it’s something she’s never seen before. As they haul you off, she mouths thank you and that’s all you need to keep you going until you’re out of the Shu. Since you didn’t start the fight, they only keep you for a day which means you get to see Tricia leave.

They finally let you back and you do the walk of shame back into the room with your friends. Tricia comes running up to hug you. You get a little touch before a guard tells you to stop.

“I thought they were gonna keep you there. They haven’t let Paige out yet.” Tricia tells you as your friends are walking up.

“That’s because she had to go to the infirmary because you whooped her ass.” One says and everybody laughs.

“I couldn’t let you get your day taken. You’re getting to go home.” You say, but can’t hold back the tears.

The day in the shu made you realize you really want out and that’ll never happen. You’re stuck here forever. You see the hope in Tricia’s eyes and it’s so hard to not let it all out. You try to hold it together as best as you can.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna talk to her for a little bit.” Tricia says to the others. She always sees right through you. She knows something’s wrong.

You both sit on her bunk and hold each others hand’s.

“Talk to me, what’s wrong?” She asks.

You stay silent, but look at her. You hold her gaze for a few moments before she impatiently asks you again.

“I just realized that I want more than just this but I’m never going to get it. Having to sit alone with my thoughts again. You know how it goes.” The tears roll.

She hugs you and just holds you there. For such a young girl, she’s so strong. She’ll make something of herself out in the real world.

“It’s okay. When I get out, I’m going to find a way to get you out. I’ll read up on stuff and I’ll talk to you all the time. You’re not alone. I’ve got you.”

You’re thankful she gives you false hope, even just for a minute. It makes you happy. You’ve become so close in the 4 years she’s been here. To see her free, will be the best thing since you’ve been in here. Nobody deserves it more than she does.

You lift your head back up and just look at the beautiful young woman sitting criss cross in front of you. There’s just something about her that always intrigued you. Of course you never told anyone, but deep down you could feel that she felt it to.

She slowly leans in and suddenly your lips touch. It takes you by surprise, but you let it happen. It feels good to let your guard down a little bit and she’s the only one who’s been able to do that.

You put your hand on her thigh to bring you closer together. She pulls away and suddenly you’re brought back to reality.

“I’ve wanted to do that from the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

The feelings are finally being vocalized. Something you never thought would happen or even thought was possible. You don’t do this kind of thing, but Tricia Miller has brought out the best of you.

[screamxqueenx94]

Hey guys. I know I haven't posted any fics in awhile, I've been crazy busy. Nolan just started school again and I have preparing him for that and I've been dealing with some major health issues triggered by stress and I have also been dealing with some emotional issues as well. I need some time, but I will start posting again soon and I'm hoping to come back better than before. So thank you to all of you who have been sticking through with me and being understanding to everything that's going on. You guys are awesome and I love you all so much 💜💛💚💙❤💖💗💕💓💝💞💟❣

[5ivebyfive]

Hands down It would have to be In A Hopeless Place. Really anyone would do because you are a great writer but that one is just my favorite Trimberly Fanfic ever. Honestly its my favorite top fanfic. I dont read alot. I read some for Beau and Yasha(Critical Role) every now and then when its fuffy. I did use to read Maritza and Flaca(oitnb) fic but there wasnt alot for them.

That’s one of my favorites too and I have lots of plans for the rest of it. I just gotta write it. Thank you!

Tell me what fic of mine you most want me to update/oneshot you want a sequel for.

[the9intheafternoon]

Inspirado no episódio de Valentine's Day de OITNB, essa oneshot é como se as três mães existentes no universo escrito por mim até aqui fossem entrevistadas sobre suas experiências maternais - tanto como filhas como sendo mães.

CLASSIFICAÇÃO INDICATIVA: +16 (contém palavrões e menções a homofobia)

Colleen Donovan, de O (Novo) Natal dos Park

Minha mãe era, num geral, uma pessoa legal. Acho que não dá pra você ser realmente legal com os seus filhos quando você não tem muito tempo pra eles porque passa a maior parte do tempo em seus dois empregos. Ela tinha que sustentar duas crianças pequenas sozinha, morando em uma quitinete junto com mais um gato e uma avó de idade avançada, então, num geral, ela estava se virando como podia. Nós quase não nos esbarrávamos, mas recebia sempre um bilhetinho dela em dias especiais como dia das crianças ou aniversários. Era algo meio genérico, mas ela assinava sempre com um "com amor, mamãe". E eu e meu irmão sabíamos que ela deveria mesmo nos amar pra não ter desistido da gente como nosso pai fez. Então… Em todo caso, ela aceitou muito de boas quando eu falei que achava que era lésbica, em um fim de semana quando nossas agendas meio que se esbarraram. "É isso? Okay, então", foi só o que ela disse. Sabe, ela estava ocupada, não era nem mesmo como se ela estivesse prestando muita atenção. Mas olhei pelo lado bom, que foi o de que ela não me chutou pra fora de casa, nem ela e nem minha avó. Só que mesmo acostumada com esse clima de "segue o jogo" eterno, me prometi que se um dia tivesse um filho, eu iria prestar atenção nele. E então eu fui me descobrir bissexual e nisso acabei engravidando. A ironia fina disso, eu sei. E nisso, eu relembrei de cada momento com a minha mãe, ou a falta dela em momentos da minha vida. E me deu um medo tremendo de que não estaria ali também para o meu filho porque aquele relacionamento de merda iria me levar para baixo da terra. A minha mãe era ausente porque a gente não tinha onde cairmos mortos, mas eu não queria ser ausente por, sabe, estar morta. Foi por causa do Teddy que levantei a cabeça e disse pra mim mesma "isso aqui não é vida e está acabando com você". Nos separamos e eu até mesmo falei com ele sobre a guarda do nosso bebê, mas ele não era muito a favor de uma coisa amigável, sabe? E então eu tive de novo o pensamento de que precisava sobreviver por aquela criança. O que me fez me mudar na calada da noite praticamente para outro estado, outra vida, onde ninguém nos conhecia, esperando que desse certo e eles nos deixasse em paz. E tem funcionado. Theodore é o meu Norte. É pensando nele que faço todas as minhas decisões. E eu sei que um dia ele vai ser um adolescente ingrato que vai odiar todas as fotos que tenho dele vestido de ursinho e que o chamo de meu Ursinho Teddy. Provavelmente ele vai querer ser conhecido como Theo ou qualquer outro apelido muito mais cool, eu não me importo. Me importo em ter feito boas escolhas, para então conseguir estar lá por ele. Ele merece isso.

Calista Park, de O (Novo) Natal dos Park

Daphne era uma droga. Ao menos pra mim. Eu era a lésbica que tinha nascido de uma mulher conservadora de Nashville. Não era como se a sorte estivesse muito a meu favor. Conseguia perceber que ela preferia Adonis, não apenas porque eles tinham aquela conexão de gostarem de artes, cinema, entretenimento, essas coisas, mas porque Adonis era um filho perfeito para os seus moldes e ensinamentos sobre como as coisas "deveriam ser". Ele era hétero, ele era todo carinhos com ela e com uma lábia enorme para cima de qualquer rabo de saia, mostrando uma virilidade em meio a sua gentileza. Ela entendia aquilo como algo okay, algo esperado, algo que ela poderia lidar e lapidar. Mas como que ela iria lidar e lapidar com uma filha que, além de não gostar de homens, ainda por cima tinha uma lista muito longa de ex-namoradas? Eu não deveria ser tão… Ativa. Não fica bem para uma mulher ter tido tantas experiências em tão curto espaço de tempo, isso fazia com que meu valor fosse diminuído. Esse papinho de gente conservadora idiota. Não era bem a minha ideia ser mãe, porque tudo o que eu conhecia era a Daphne. Mas então meu caminho cruzou com o de Josephine Coates e ela me fez acreditar que a vida de uma família podia ser melhor do que a que eu tive. Nós duas tínhamos… Receios, em modo geral, em ficarmos grávidas. Ambas trabalhamos com o mercado financeiro, cada uma em sua área, e sabíamos que haveria implicações assim que batessem os olhos em uma barriguinha saliente. Fora que não é o lugar mais saudável para uma grávida. Wall Street não é saudável pra ninguém, na verdade. Então fomos para um outro caminho. Fui criteriosa, sobre tudo. Tinha que ser a melhor barriga de aluguel e o melhor doador possível. Eu fazia questão de que tivesse parte de mim, dos meus traços, da origem de meu pai. Josephine achava aquilo um exagero, mas era fundamental pra mim. Pouco depois, quando ela já tinha ido embora e deixado nós três para trás naquela casa no pior momento de nossas vidas, lembro de olhar para os gêmeos, olhar bem na direção deles. O que eu via ali eram duas crianças que tinham os mesmos olhos mais estreitos que eu, que passariam anos batendo de frente de cabeça erguida contra qualquer tentativa de diminui-los pela herança de seu povo marcado em seus traços. Que teriam que contar com uma mãe para apoia-los quando o mundo fosse cruel com eles como tinha sido umas tantas vezes comigo e com meus irmãos. O que significava, de uma maneira muito óbvia: eu poderia não conhecer um estilo de mãe diferente do de Daphne ou de Josephine, mas eu iria ser uma terceira via, e uma muito melhor do que elas foram. Ainda não sei bem se estou fazendo um bom trabalho. Em alguns dias eu me pergunto se estou acertando. Mas então, respiro fundo, coloco as mãos na cintura e penso "É o que Daphne faria?". E se sim, escolho o caminho oposto.

Lyanna Stinson, de Fora dos Holofotes

Então, sobre a minha mãe. Era um tipo atípico de mãe: Ela saberia muito bem como colocar você no trilho correto, mas ao mesmo tempo, ela jamais saberia como dar algo simples como… Uma festa de aniversário do tema que você quisesse, por exemplo. Faith nunca foi boa com saber sua cor favorita. Deus sabe que eu ficava furiosa quando ela fazia Elyse chorar por de esquecer qual era seu animal favorito. Ela não lembrava de comparecer em festinhas, perdia os presentes que fazíamos manualmente, quebrava nossos brinquedos com seus saltos andando pela sala, sempre sem querer, é claro. Mas uma coisa Faith sabia: em caso sérios, quando mais precisávamos de ajuda e um guia, ela pegava nossas mãos, olhava no fundo dos nossos olhos e mandava pensar com a cabeça no lugar. Tem essa coisa, sobre a minha mãe, em que ela pode rastrear de longe o perigo. Ela poderia dizer que era por causa do meu pai e tudo que ela passou com ele, mas eu poderia dizer… Aquela mulher tem um dom. Quando engravidei de Dustin eu não sabia bem o que fazer. Sem chão, acho que descreveria bem a situação naquele momento. Mas ela sentou comigo e me mandou pensar com clareza, e eu fiz. E entendi que queria ser mãe, antes de qualquer outra escolha que fosse fazer quanto a minha situação. No meu momento de maior confusão, parte de mim soube que eu deveria pensar friamente. O que eu tinha que fazer? O que eu deveria proteger? O mais importante pra mim, naquele momento, era que Dustin ficasse a salvo. Lembro que sussurrei para Elyse algumas ordens de onde Dustin deveria ficar enquanto atravessava aquela montanha-russa emocional em frente a tantas pessoas. Eu aprendi isso com a minha mãe. É injusto dizer que ela foi um péssimo exemplo ou algo do tipo, porque ela me preparou para a vida, ao seu próprio modo. Em alguns dias, eu queria ter o seu mesmo dom de prever situações perigosas e duvidosas me cercando. Mas, já que não o tenho, pelo menos ela me ensinou a como levantar a cabeça e pensar do modo certo antes de agir. Protegendo não só a mim mesma como a pessoa que mais me importa nesse mundo. Acho que isso resume bem nossa relação e a minha com Dustin.

[ao3feed-vauseman]

Orange Is The New Black - Oneshots

https://ift.tt/2PeI16T

by marievanhauwaert

Words: 137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Orange is the New Black, Vauseman - Fandom, Nichorello - Fandom, oitnb, Women's prison - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Piper Chapman, Alex Vause, Lorna Morello, Galina "Red" Reznikov, Nicky Nichols, Stella Carlin

Relationships: Piper Chapman/Alex Vause, Lorna Morello/Nicky Nichols, Stella Carlin/Piper Chapman

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Smut

Read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PeI16T

[ao3feed-nichorello]

Orange Is The New Black - Oneshots

https://ift.tt/2PeI16T

by marievanhauwaert

Words: 137, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Orange is the New Black, Vauseman - Fandom, Nichorello - Fandom, oitnb, Women's prison - Fandom

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Piper Chapman, Alex Vause, Lorna Morello, Galina "Red" Reznikov, Nicky Nichols, Stella Carlin

Relationships: Piper Chapman/Alex Vause, Lorna Morello/Nicky Nichols, Stella Carlin/Piper Chapman

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Smut

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PeI16T

[biamondpickaxe]

how has your day been

It’s been good, thanks! I watched some oitnb and ahs and now I’m attempting to write a new oneshot

[messifangirl]

How You Write Meme

@historiograph tagged me for this (thanks!!) and it’s been awhile since I’ve done one of these things, so here you go for anyone interested

Is there a snack you like to eat while writing?

Nope! Food is distracting--you can get your hands dirty or sticky and then you need a napkin or then the keys get dirty etc... But coffee, tea, water~those are all the norm.

What time of day do you usually write?

My schedule has been kind of up in the air lately, but I tend to do my best writing either at night after work, or early afternoon on my free days. 

Where do you write?

At the desk where the computer is haha. Or at a table or countertop if I'm on my ipad. I do better in a chair as opposed to the couch or something.

How often do you write a new thing?

Is this a trick question? All the time. It is a problem. I have so many things started that haven’t been finished. 

Do you listen to music while you write?

Yes, I need noise. Music works best. TV works sometimes, but it can also be very distracting because then I keep looking up.

Paper or laptop?

Desktop. Or ipad, or phone. I probably write on a phone a lot more than most people think. It’s good to pull out when I’m just waiting somewhere, and it’s easier to write things unseen when people are nearby.

Do you have a special pre-writing ritual?

Nope. 

What do you do to get into the writing?

Open my files. Pick the story I want to work on. Open up another file if it has the notes/headcanon/outline for that fic. Sometimes I quickly reread what I already wrote, but then I end up editing and fleshing that part out instead of writing new stuff, so I usually just skip to the end so I can really start writing.

Do you have a reward system for word counts?

Nope. I do keep the word count visible to help pace myself and feel validated lol. I go for about 1k for drabbles (which are probably technically not drabbles anymore lol). 2-3k for oneshots or shorter wip. 4-5k for OITNB chapters. 5-10k for 5xNeymar universe chapters. (My chapters tend to get longer as the story progresses)

Is there anything else about your writing process your readers don’t know?

I guess, just really realize that some days I can write 2k, and some days I write 100 words. It has to do with a combination of things. My mood, being under the weather, being tired, my passion for the story... Sometimes I jump from file to file because I’m feeling blocked for one story but not for another. I’m not trying to withold my work--I literally post it as soon as it’s ready.

I tag @captainmessi @luchorgasm @aguerokuns @purpleyulin @the-fuckboy-dynasty @kingpique @leo-dios