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ozimagines · 12 days ago

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feel free to ignore this if it makes you uncomfortable (completely understandable, cus tbh i'd feel uncomfortable if someone sent me this request) but...:

sch*ll*ng*r. i fucking hate that inbred degenerate nazi scumbag with every fiber of my being... but i have a terrible crush on jk simmons. and i just have a thing for asshole men who'd call me a slur in general.

so with that in mind... please. schillinger/reader content. pretty please. sfw or nsfw, i don't even care. i'm literally insane and i cannot keep this deplorable fantasy to myself any longer. help me

Okay, so there’s really not a short way for me to answer this. I want to say this before I say ANYTHING else; I am 100% not judging you. Like not at all. J.K. Simmons is hot as hell- I’m more of a Terrance Fletcher gal myself (and a little J. Jonah Jameson… I’d get him pictures of Spider-Man…😉)- but yeah I get it. Also I’ve been totally open on this page that I find James Robson to be attractive, despite him being one of the more (if not the most) vile characters on the show. R. E. Rodger’s makes me feel some type of way, I said it. And I don’t want to ignore it, because I think it’s important you know why I came to the conclusion that I did.

All that said, while I sympathize with finding vile characters attractive (Niragi, Lecter, Lestrange, DeLarge, Macbeth, the other Lecter, etc.) I also understand MY limitations as a writer. I’m white. I’m Italian American so I feel comfortable using those slurs, as I’ve had them thrown at me from time to time. I’m a feminist woman and use the word cunt every ten seconds because I like reclaiming that word… and binging lewd British comedies. I’m a severe bipolar schizoaffective so I use anti-mental health words that have been used at me, some by professionals. I’m gay (pan-sapphic) and I use faggot irl because I think it’s important to reclaim that word… but I’m a part of the community that’s reclaiming it. Other slurs I’ve used on this site to do Nazi characters, I’ve bleeped out mostly. I want to keep the realism, because this show depicts real, awful, abject life. But I’m white American, middle class raised even though I’m a poor young thing now. I’ve had advantages and privileges, I’m sure everyone here knows that. It’s not to say I haven’t had my struggles or that my life hasn’t gone down the shitter with all my severe mental health troubles but they don’t exist on a one to one ratio like that. I’m not sure I’M the right writer for this piece, because these aren’t my words to reclaim.

Also totally not kink shaming you. I like things in the bedroom that are a little alarming on paper, and have been fairly honest about that. I think as long as everyone is able to consent and does so, and people are respectful, it’s fun to experiment with taboo things, even consensual pseudo-consent play. There’s a great quote by Jhonen Vasquez, who wrote the comic Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. He said, “I avoid from going over the edge by writing a character that has taken a flying leap off it”. I feel the same. I don’t always write what should happen. I write what does. But there’s another quote I want to submit as evidence, and it’s from Neil Simon’s Biloxi Blues. He said “you have to be careful what you write down, because then people assume it to be true”. I’m hesitant to write these words down and romanticize/sexualize them. What I would hate more than anything is for a follower (or random internet user) who is a person of color to be reading this and understandably feel hurt or devalued or betrayed if they like my work. It’s not my intent to hurt anyone. Anyone. And I’ve written a lot of fanfics that dance on or go over the line. But I can’t romanticize or sexualize Schillinger, anymore than I post any of my self written Robson fics on my site. I know the damage they could do if people assume them to be true or my feelings about life.

All that said, I’m not ever gonna turn a request down flat. You took the time to ask. I’ll take the time to write. Only I’ll do it by my rules of comfortability. I do a lot of datings would include… except I made an exception for Cyril O’Reily. I did being friends with would include. I can’t see why I can’t make another exception for Schillinger with a being enemies with would include. Some Schillinger and reader content but not romanticized or sexualized where he’s still obviously the villain and I write in his voice so you can do what you want to with that… I can’t stop ya. Deal? (Sorry if you totally hate this I just wanted a compromise. There might be accounts by POC who would be willing to write it sexualized, but I don’t think that’s my place if that makes sense.)

Also deeply sorry it’s taken me this long to respond. I’ve been candid about my mental health stuff and my diagnoses and meds have been flip flopping back and forth so my body always feels like it’s just run a marathon. I’m still writing for this account I just have so much to deal with irl that I’ve fallen behind.

Being Enemies with Vern Schillinger Would Include…

He had only gotten one sentence out and you’d already gotten the ick

“Saw that n*gger was fucking with you, if you move into my pod-“

“Imma stop you right there.”

You’re not world hardened by any means, but you had the sense of a bird near a cobra’s nest… something was wrong

“Not that you don’t seem great, in a skinhead, boomer, 80s rapey kinda way… but hard pass on the odd couple roommate situation, mkay?”

You’re gonna be very sassy in this fic it’s been decided

He’s taken aback. It’s not like anyone’s not gotten mouthy before with him, it’s just he usually makes them pay

But you kinda went down the mountain lion make-yourself-big-and-loud road and he was a little stunned by it

His grimace appears and his eyes go hard

“Watch your mouth, Prag.”

“You’ve wildly underestimated which one of us is the bottom bitch here.” You shoot back, turning your back to him and walking away as if he wasn’t worth your time.

From that moment, Schillinger decides that you’re his enemy.

Like one does, you sort of team up with his enemies like Keller, Beecher, Said, and O’Reily. You do it less because you like them, and more just to fuck with Schillinger.

He’s seething after seeing you all together with his son in the Gym, eyes narrowing and scowl forming.

“Good to see ya, Vernie.” You taunt through the chain linked fence.

“Lotta balls hitting a man below the belt like that.” He answered, his voice dripping with venom.

“Balls of steel that ring when I walk.” You sing song.

“So it’s a dick measuring contest you want? Okay, tinkerbell, you’re on.”

You just smile. You love getting a rise out of him considering how much he’d got a rise out of everyone else

You sort of have a few “and everyone clapped” moments with the other prisoners cheering you on when they hear you breaking his balls.

You’re not scared of him, or if you were, you never let it show.

There was a sort of promenade, having an enemy. A dance in your every day life between you and him.

He takes shots at you whenever possible, consigning a jealous Robson

James has always hated you; you took up too much of his father figure’s time and mind for his liking.

Robson almost messed with you more than Schillinger because of this, always sort of yapping like a puppy looking for approval of the big dog.

You bitch slap him in front of Vern as much as possible.

“Hey Y/N” he calls, mouth already curling into a smirk. “Was wondering if you think Said and Bitcher would visit you in the hospital… y’know, after we have a little fun with you.”

You start making a bunch of swallowing and gagging noises. He sort of furrows his brow at you.

“Sorry,” you clarify “that was my imitation of you polishing Schillinger’s balls like the pathetic, approval seeking bitch that you are.”

He immediately tries to shank you and gets thrown into the hole, as Schillinger’s angry face glares at you in the background.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he hated you even more than Beecher.

Lots of the Aryan’s take shots at you for Schillinger, and all of them have to return with their tail between their legs like kicked dogs when they failed whether due to you or your friends intervention.

Said and Beecher consistently warn you about underestimating him, citing all of his cruelty in example after example.

Your response is always the same;

“I don’t bow to tyrants.”

One day, he’s walking through the hallways with the mail cart, and spots you talking with Cyril in the hallway somewhere. There are COs with both of you, but that doesn’t mean Vern can’t have a little fun.

“Well, hello, Cyril.” He reached out and slid his hand down Cyril’s back. “Looking for a good time, Y/N?”

You sort of piece together what he’s inferring you did with Cyril, and you actually do get angry this time. You always hated that they picked on Cyril. Talk about hitting below the belt.

“No, Vern, I’m not a kiddie raper like you.”

His face goes red. That was the one place where he drew the line. He sort of made a move that the CO anticipated.

“The fuck are you-“

“He’s got the mind of a kindergartner, Vern, what would you call it?” You snap back, making a move that the CO closest to you anticipated, both COs holding you both back. “Pervert, lowlife, bitch tit.” You called out to him as you were lead away.

“You’re dead, Y/N.”

He consigns Robson into making the move, trying to shank you in the showers. Nothing could have prepared him for when you exited and Robson was carried out by four CO’s, still fighting them as blood poured from his broken nose.

“Nice job subcontracting. Next time, come at me yourself, chicken shit.”

And come at you he did. He waited until you were alone, paying the Hack to lead you to a closet and leave.

You turn to see him standing there with a blunt shank in his hands.

“You ready, Y/N. No more talk. This is make or break time.”

“I talk a big game because I play a big game. Bring it on, boomer.”

He lunges at you, and you grab his wrist and try to knock him off balance. He slashes the air around you, trying to catch any part of you with his blade.

You slam his wrist against the wall once twice thrice until he drops the shank into your waiting hand. He pushes your hand so that you catch your side a little with the blade, but. Nothing could have prepared him for what you did next;

Dragging the blade back across your skin, you hit his wrist enough to press the shank into his side, digging in as hard as you could.

“Fuck… you fucking piece of shit fag bitch ass whore…” he presses your hand back and pushes you away, a large red patch forming on both of your right sides; now twins in your scars.

“Love the nicknames you come up with for me.”

“You’re fuckin’ annoying as shit.” He closed his eyes, hissing at the pain in his side.

“And you fucking ate Beecher’s shit. I know I’d rather be annoying than an actual shit eater.”

“One day, Y/N. One fucking day…” he limps out of the room, trying to flag down a hack and get medical attention.

As soon as he leaves you almost collapse

Fuck, that shit hurt

You both had scars in the same place now.

When he sees you next to Said, he always has a comment.

If you’re a POC, he’ll remark something about “birds of a feather”, and if you’re white, he’ll regard you as some sort of race traitor.

It’s almost like he’ll hate you no matter what and it’s not about self preservation

It’s almost like that, because it is like that

You do interactions together, at Sister Pete’s request

It’s largely you two insulting the other

Even Sister Pete is tired

“Fuckin’ shanked me…”

“I’m sorry, after who came at me with said shank…?”

It’s not super productive

One day, you learn he’s planning something against Holly Beecher, that’s where you draw the line.

You come up with a plan with Keller

You go to Schillinger one day

“I’ve got a proposal…”

“Yeah, does it involve you sucking my cock?”

“Actually, yes.”

He’s stunned. You lay it out for him.

“Holly Beecher. Don’t touch her, ever.”

And what are you offering?”

“Complete sexual obedience.”

It’s a tempting offer. He considers.

“In secret, of course. Your aryans wouldn’t approve and Beecher and Said would just try to talk me out of it.”

“You got a deal, sweet cheeks.”

You pleasure him regularly, committing to your long con as much as possible, putting on a show when you could to make him feel like it was worth his while.

When he starts to trust you, you make your move.

You give him, what had been affectionately named in Oz; “the Beecher Special”

His screams could be heard throughout Oz as the tip of his dick came off cleanly in your mouth, his off balance movements being the perfect time for you to shank him.

Between the blood loss from his crotch and his chest, Schillinger is no more.

The rest of the aryans are easy

The jizz you get is unmatched

And it all started with Schillinger treating you like his bitch.

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