hey besties <33 send in requests bc im pretty bored. what do u think im doing?? my trig work?? my ap literature work?? LOL i have so much spare time so leave loads of requests
i know i've taken a hiatus don't hate me but im writing more now i swear.
ANYWAY stream evermore as always <33
request: hey babe! can you do me a favor? i was wondering if you could write a nicky nichols x fem!reader where the reader's new to that prison like they got transfered over and nicky falls like head over heels for this girl who falls in as kind of like a hit woman for red and at first won't pay her any mind but nicky practically sticks herself to the reader until she gives in and gives nicky a chance. thanks a bunch 💜
"What do you mean Red's got a spy?" laughed Nicky in disbelief and amusement, as she smacked Flaca in her shoulder heavily. "This place is like three square feet; who's that cook spyin' on?"
Alex rolled her eyes, adjusting her thin framed glasses with a smirk coating over her lips, "first of all," she said, sending a glare over to Nicky, "it's a hitwoman. And secondly... this prison is too big. There's people in here with secrets."
Holding back a laugh, Nicky directed a smile at the raven, "no shit, Vause. All of us have secrets. But- eh, this place has too much people in it. It's like a cramped van of puppies."
Maritza, biting into some snack she got at commissary, raised an eyebrow, "what kinda dogs are you adopting in vans?" which merely raised a chuckle from Flaca next to her.
"Dope ones, the ones that can find me coke," Nicky hastily answered, her own smirk crawling upon her face. It was then the sound of a fluorescent buzzing, a near damaging screech in the distance could be heard, and then, in the Cell Block, came erupting a (Y/H/C) woman, her eyes drilled in front of her as she swarmed past Nicky's cell.
"Looks like Red's hitwoman," Piper said with a smile.
Nicky scoffed, "her?" She pointed in your direction, her eyes tracing over your body with precision. "What's she gonna do, y'know... flick them on the head?"
With that, the group could hear the woman whistle, and then coo with a smile, "Oh, Chapman."
It took a few weeks before Nicky actually spoke to you. She wouldn't say it was out of fear, because of course it wasn't -- she wasn't even slightly intimidated by you, someone who radiated her same power and held her same courage.
You were so fascinating to her... but you held absolutely no attention. You couldn't care less about her presence. To you, all she was was a person in the dark, someone who was trying to get your attention at each curve. A type of stalker, but a pretty bad, pretty attentive stalker.
It was currently a Friday, you guessed, although all the days seemed to merge together into an endless Monday about two years ago, when your sentence started.
You sat down next to Freida, giving the thinnest smile as she spoke to you.
"Chapman healing up?" she asked, though you could tell by her voice she didn't truly care about anyone besides herself, which was one of the best things about Freida.
You raised one eyebrow, "she's managing."
When you caught glimpse of the blonde coming in sight from your left you had to withhold a scoff. "Here we go again." You swallowed a deep sigh.
Nicky ran up by your side, rubbing a hand against your back as she sat down. You sucked on the inside of your cheek, glaring at her from the side.
"Heyy, (Y/L/N), what's up, darling?" She smirked, only stopping when you sent a grimace in her direction. "Alright, a little hard-to-get right now... and... for the last two weeks. But, hey, y'know, hard-to-get is the new sexy, eh?" she asked.
You resorted to not answering, which only kept her continuing. "Very talkative, this one," she joked. "Eh, I'm not asking you to tell me your life story, y'know? Just give me something."
You push some of your hair back, and then smirk. "Would you leave me alone?"
"So she speaks!" calls Nicky with a boisterous, surprised expression. You cough, holding back the urge to snip back at her.
You cross your arms in front of your chest, though you can feel the thinnest smile falling over your face that you try your hardest to conceal, covering it with a disinterested sigh.
"And, eh, don't even try to go all Red's-Hitwoman on me," she called, "her and I are two peas in a pod. We've been through everything."
You give her a glare.
"Well, perhaps, not everything, but eh, we've been through a good lot." When you don't reply to her, she takes a deep breath. "Y'know, there's something, romantic about this, right? Like, we're here, together, one of us is pining, the other pretends she doesn't exist, eh?"
You give her another glare.
She rolls her eyes, "we could... uh, we could do that sappy shit. Laughing till our ribs get tough," she said. "We could... share beds like little kids," she said, coming closer to you.
"Gross," Freida complained.
Nicky withheld a scowl, replying by turning to you. "What do you think, Doll? Wanna finally give me the time of day?"
You raise your eyebrows once more, trying to find the right words to say. You smile before standing up with your tray, raising your eyebrows in perfect lining.
"Sure," you say simply, tilting your head to the side.
Hey babe! Can you do me a favor? I was wondering if you could write a Nicky Nichols x fem!reader where the reader's new to that prison like they got transfered over and Nicky falls like head over heels for this girl who falls in as kind of like a hit woman for Red and at first won't pay her any mind but Nicky practically sticks herself to the reader until she gives in and gives Nicky a chance. Thanks a bunch 💜
Panting, you don’t even think about stopping as you run through the seemingly empty halls of the ship. Your whole body’s running on adrenaline right now as the only thing keeping you going. You can hear the call echo though the halls, combating your heavy breathing and desperate footsteps. Panic fills your eyes as you try and find a good place to hide.
I’m so sorry that this is short, I didn’t have time to write during school and I’m busy a lot of the time until late at night. Tomorrow’s should be longer as I have more time to write.
The last thing that (y/n) remembers is getting knocked unconscious by one of the members of the clasp on her walk around Emon with her girlfriend Vex’ahlia. She wakes up in what seems to be an underground cell in some sort of cave. Her and Vex are tied back to back around a stalagmite, their hands just barely touching. Moving to whip her face on her top as she feels liquid dripping down her face, (y/n) realizes that when she was knocked unconscious a cut from the previous week must have reopened and was freely bleeding. Just knowing that Vex was there made (y/n) relax a bit, however she was still unsure of why the clasp wanted them in the first place. (y/n) knew that Vex’s brother Vax was once involved with the clasp in order to protect her before they joined Vox Machina. The room they were being confined in was dim enough to where she could only make out the larger details of the cavern. (y/n) feels vex begin to stir, grasping her hand lightly in a form of comfort. Just then, a figure that (y/n) recognizes as Garthock, an old ally walks towards them. He offers to release them from the rope bonds if they agreed to help the clasp on a mission that needed their specialties. Both agree reluctantly as they just wanted to get back to their family and found family. The mission was simple, assassinate one of the higher up nobles who was corrupt and bring evidence of death back to Spirleing Shenn.
The mission went somewhat according to plan, the traps were easily dismantled by Vex but both of them forgot to make sure to eliminate the guards who were protecting the noble. Getting into a scuffle with the guards, (y/n) managed to get a few hits in while incapacitating them by putting them to sleep with a spell. The rest of the mission went smoothly, the only perk of being on a surprise mission with her girlfriend is that (y/n) and Vex know how each other work in combat scenarios and how to communicate effectively. The noble didn’t put up much of a fight, only trying to jump out of a closed window (the saying that those in panic do stupid things is true). Taking an arrow to the throat finished him off easily, as proof of death, Vex took his family crest broach off of his cloak. Making their way back to the drop off point, Vex and (y/n) walked in silence, only making small talk when the silence was too awkward. They both felt as though it was their fault that they were in this situation, only blaming themselves. Once the drop off was complete and they were told that they were free to go, they left quickly. Finding their way back to their group, who were all fast asleep after a long day of almost destroying themselves trying to find the 2 missing members of their group. Vex and (y/n) never told the others what actually happened and they both tried to continue their lives as normal as they could with being a part of Vox Machina.
welcome to day one of my first whumptober prompt: let’s hang out sometime!
keep in mind this is the first writing i’ve done in a very long time, so errors are probably going to happen, so expect such!
keep in mind your triggers. this prompt will include mild torture, restrains, foul language (to an extent), taunting, abduction, and other mildly fearful topics. please, please be weary when reading this.
to sum it up: dead dove: do not eat !
with that being said, enjoy!
the sun gave off a breezy tinge of bright, alluding colours, the misty air mewling as a gust of wind flew through the trees, lightly hummed a song to the birds, the trees, the sun itself -- a cascade of forgotten colours.
lynne’s eyes opened first, as she blinked slowly, driven by the scent of the autumn air, her lungs drenched in a soapy liquid as she breathed heavily and recoiled when she peered up to see nothing but darkness.
she turned, writhing for the attempt of a freedom to move, but was granted no mobility. she moved backwards, and forward, but it became evident to her -- at least, in the moment -- the fascinations summed up to a deplorable scenario, and she was restrained, and she couldn’t move.
her once timid blinking turned wide eyed and haste as she motioned for any possibility of change. her slim figure was left boisterously pulling endlessly, hopelessly at what kept her down, but it was merely useless.
her mind began to race, piercing her rationality. where was she?
all she could remember was a few hours prior, spending her saturday evening with luna and fin, her closest comrades, and everything else was fuzzy.
her head fell back as she rolled her eyes in every direction. she could swear there was a sliver of light from behind her, but she couldn’t fall her head back in that regard as far as it was.
there was this burning itched upon her skin, folding over like heated blades, the sensation of the stale rope persistently engraving forgotten, damned language onto her body.
she attempted the sound of a whisper, or the undulate of a whisper, but all that came out was a gasped, secluded, gagged whine. her eyes were droll, filled with an agonizing pain, and her hands gripped for any sort of reassurance. but when she gripped the ropes, it was evident there wasn’t any.
“lynne,” the blonde heard, slightly and gently, next to her. it was muffled and tore apart in the growing air, but it was a whisper nonetheless. despite the dreary, incompetent tone -- it radiated severity, falling apart at the seams. “lynne, that you?”
the blonde struggled for air, looking around. she couldn’t identify where the voice was coming from, but she knew it was nearby. she expected to see the whites of someone’s eyes -- or the pale hands of her friend, but there was nothing except black.
“luna?” she asked aloud, familiar with the voice -- it was that of her ally, nearly on the brink of tears judging from her miniscule sounds. “luna, where are you? where’s fin?”
“thank god,” luna let out through a gasp. “fin’s with me, he’s right here -- calm down. listen to me, you have to be deathly quiet. don’t tell them a thing. even if they tear out your eyes, don’t tell those bastards a damn thing. don’t even tell them your name.”
“what do you mean? where are we?” lynne asked, struggling against the ropes that bound her to the chair. “where are you two?”
it didn’t take her more than a minute to realize -- alongside the dazzling manner and the muffled speaking, that they weren’t in the same room lynne was in, but then, luna went quiet.
finally, the sliver of light grew until it was evidently in lynne’s vision. she attempted to turn around, to catch glimpse of the light, but in a second, there was a lingering pain on the ride side of her face, a stinging sensation over her body. she peered forward, the light finally revealing the room.
it was pitch black, and dark, and there was nothing around except for the chair, and what now seemed like a woman in front of her.
“where am i?” lynne whispered weakly.
the woman gave her a tainted look, smiled, and held a knife up to her throat. “tell me everything you know about mr. fin xenon,” she growled happily, “or, i’ll slice your throat slowly, and hang you up so you can watch your own blood drip from your body.”
a/n yeah i ran out of time at the end so there you go.
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hello my loves, i have returned after a very long hiatus to preform whumptober.
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Captain Magnum stands tall at the helm of his ship as they pull in to dock. “Arcadia you say.” He leans to the side, speaking to his first mate. They nod, looking down at the map in their hands. “Lads and Ladies.” He eyes up some of his female crew mates. “We be making port and stock up, we leave at night fall.” He explains, getting nods of agreement from his crew.
They dock and in a flash the crew was off, taking in the new place that they had made dock. Magnum and his first mate are the last to leave the ship, making their way in to the town. No one dared to stare at the tall pirate captain as he strides to the market place. Today wasn’t an overly busy day so it was easy for him to navigate through.
Request - barbara kean x reader where reader is a new detective for gotham????
Fluff
Warning - None?
Pairing - Barbara Kean X Reader
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On your first day in Gotham you almost died. You were almost shot walking down the street because two people were fighting and you happened to be across the street. Gotham was not a crime free place and that was the understatement of the year. From day one you knew what you wanted to be and you worked hard for it. Today you had your dream job.
hiiI!!! you = amazing. i don't request anything by anyone other than my close friend, let alone not anonymously, but i NEED to request something from you honestly because i just love this blog??? so much??? and may have binged it. ANYWAY laurel castillo x reader (we stan the women of htgawm. wes? can literally jump off a cliff; i hate him so much) (connor's a bean though
Thank you so much for your message and sorry this took me so long to get to!
“Y/N? Are you okay?”
You quickly locked the door to the bathroom stall you had rushed into, the verdict still ringing in your ears. You had been sure you were going to jail and that there was absolutely nothing you or Annalise Keating could do about it. Not against the kind of family you were up against.
“Yeah, I’m good. Just..just kind of a long day, I guess.” You forced out a less-than-convincing chuckle and put your hands on the stall walls on either side of you in an attempt to steady yourself.
“Are you sure? I don’t mean to rush you, but the longer we wait, the worse the press is going to be and-”
“Yep,” you nodded, wiping the mascara from your cheeks as much as you could, “I’m sorry, you’re right.”
Despite your best attempt to hide the fact that you were completely overwhelmed, you saw the concern on Laurel’s face the second you stepped out of the stall. She and Connor had been assigned your case initially and you had grown to like them despite what seemed like unrealistic optimism on their parts at the time.
“Okay, you know what? We can take a minute.” Laurel set her bag down on the sink and quickly locked the bathroom door. “It won’t make much of a difference.”
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be crying right now, it’s just-”
“You don’t have to apologize, Y/N. I can’t imagine the kind of pressure you’ve been under in the past few months. Most people would have cracked long before you did.”
Despite the fact that your eyes were already stinging with the threat of a new wave of tears, you looked over at the brunette and tried to swallow the lump in your throat.
“For a law student, you’re really, really nice.”
She laughed and her smile was so mesmerizing that it took you longer than it should have to realize her hand was on top of yours.
“Come on; let’s get away from the courthouse and I will buy you an incredibly well-deserved drink.”
At that point, you would have done anything she asked; Laurel had lifted your hands off of the sink counter and intertwined her fingers with yours. Months of unrelenting stress had worn you down to a point where her holding your hand was enough to make you feel like a person again.
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