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omg WHY did someone request a straight fic

Who knows lmao

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do you have a masterlist?

Sorry to say that no I don’t 😭 everything is tagged by character and fandom if that helps at all

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Hi!! Would you please write an imagine Federico Chiesa X Female reader? He arrives at home upset after losing a match and take it out on her.

Sorry, sapphic requests only (also idk who that man is)

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You are so welcome and thank you for the reblog 💕

hello lovely! could you maybe write a cassie x f! reader? like maybe cassie starts to question her sexuality and then something happens at the end and then FLUFF or smut. whatever you feel comfortable with. you could change up some things to the whole thing. thank you!

"Y/N, can I ask you something?"

"Well, I am supposed to be tutoring you, so yes," you whispered, hoping not to earn another nasty glance from the librarian. You had agreed at the beginning of the term to help Cassie with biology, thinking that you'd actually be helping her instead of just doing her homework while she played on her phone.

"Okay. It's kinda personal, so it's fine if you don't want to answer it or whatever."

You put your pen down and pulled your focus away from the worksheet on the table in front of you. Cassie was, for once it seemed, giving you her full attention. Her phone lay face down on the table and her eyes were fixed on yours in a way that almost startled you.

"Go ahead."

She hesitated for a few seconds and for a second you swore she was going to reach for her phone and drop the conversation.

"How did you know you liked girls?"

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. "Can I ask you something?" is a loaded question for anyone, let alone an out-of-the-closet high school student.

"Well, uh, I guess there were a lot of signs, but I didn't really recognize them at the time."

"What kind of signs?" she asked. Although the question was innocent enough, you started blushing when you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"For one, my unhealthy fixation on my fifth-grade teacher. I cried when I came home from school the day she told us her boyfriend proposed to her."

Cassie laughed and you glanced over towards the librarian's desk. Luckily, she was busy with a group of freshmen trying to return books and hadn't heard a thing.

"But like, how do they make you feel?"

"Girls? Well, I don't know. It depends on what kind. I've always just kind of admired them and I had girl friends growing up, but I guess I get kind of nervous now, sometimes. Especially now that everyone knows I'm gay."

"Do I make you nervous?"

It was your turn to laugh, although yours was out of surprise and a little bit of panic. You had kind of figured that Cassie knew you thought she was pretty right off the bat, considering you were doing her homework for free.

The bell rang and you breathed out a sigh of immense relief at the perfectly timed escape option. Scrambling to grab your things, you feigned an apologetic expression and shoved them into your backpack.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I do make you nervous. Your face is like, super red right now."

You glanced around helplessly as the other students began to leave, wanting desperately to go with them. However, Cassie was absolutely right and you weren't exactly about to be rude to her because of it.

"Cassie, why are you asking all of this?"

"I don't know. I was kind of thinking about you the other day...just curious I guess." She grabbed her own bag and shot you a smirk that sent blood rushing to your cheeks. "We should hang out sometime. Somewhere that's not here, obvi'."

"Oh, for sure. Yeah," you nodded, trying unsuccessfully not to appear as shocked as you were.

"Cool. See you tomorrow."

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hello lovely! could you maybe write a cassie x f! reader? like maybe cassie starts to question her sexuality and then something happens at the end and then FLUFF or smut. whatever you feel comfortable with. you could change up some things to the whole thing. thank you!

"Y/N, can I ask you something?"

"Well, I am supposed to be tutoring you, so yes," you whispered, hoping not to earn another nasty glance from the librarian. You had agreed at the beginning of the term to help Cassie with biology, thinking that you'd actually be helping her instead of just doing her homework while she played on her phone.

"Okay. It's kinda personal, so it's fine if you don't want to answer it or whatever."

You put your pen down and pulled your focus away from the worksheet on the table in front of you. Cassie was, for once it seemed, giving you her full attention. Her phone lay face down on the table and her eyes were fixed on yours in a way that almost startled you.

"Go ahead."

She hesitated for a few seconds and for a second you swore she was going to reach for her phone and drop the conversation.

"How did you know you liked girls?"

In hindsight, you should have seen it coming. "Can I ask you something?" is a loaded question for anyone, let alone an out-of-the-closet high school student.

"Well, uh, I guess there were a lot of signs, but I didn't really recognize them at the time."

"What kind of signs?" she asked. Although the question was innocent enough, you started blushing when you blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"For one, my unhealthy fixation on my fifth-grade teacher. I cried when I came home from school the day she told us her boyfriend proposed to her."

Cassie laughed and you glanced over towards the librarian's desk. Luckily, she was busy with a group of freshmen trying to return books and hadn't heard a thing.

"But like, how do they make you feel?"

"Girls? Well, I don't know. It depends on what kind. I've always just kind of admired them and I had girl friends growing up, but I guess I get kind of nervous now, sometimes. Especially now that everyone knows I'm gay."

"Do I make you nervous?"

It was your turn to laugh, although yours was out of surprise and a little bit of panic. You had kind of figured that Cassie knew you thought she was pretty right off the bat, considering you were doing her homework for free.

The bell rang and you breathed out a sigh of immense relief at the perfectly timed escape option. Scrambling to grab your things, you feigned an apologetic expression and shoved them into your backpack.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow."

"I do make you nervous. Your face is like, super red right now."

You glanced around helplessly as the other students began to leave, wanting desperately to go with them. However, Cassie was absolutely right and you weren't exactly about to be rude to her because of it.

"Cassie, why are you asking all of this?"

"I don't know. I was kind of thinking about you the other day...just curious I guess." She grabbed her own bag and shot you a smirk that sent blood rushing to your cheeks. "We should hang out sometime. Somewhere that's not here, obvi'."

"Oh, for sure. Yeah," you nodded, trying unsuccessfully not to appear as shocked as you were.

"Cool. See you tomorrow."

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Just got the most polite and respectful little request of my life lmao whoever requested the Cassie from euphoria one it will be up later tonight and thank you!

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do you still do madison Montgomery?

Of course!! She’s one of my favs

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just finished a paper, so i've got some spare time to write tonight

i don't have much in my inbox, since im not exactly in the mood to write smut (academic research is not much of a turn on, who knew?) so let me know if there's anything else y'all would like to see

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of course, thank you for the request!

Could you do an Amy Santiago imagine in which the reader is also a workaholic and they both unwind by cuddling while watching a movie after a long day? You're an amazing writer ❤️ Thank you so much for sharing your stuff

"Hey, babe."

Amy nearly dropped her keys as she turned around to see you round the corner to the door of the apartment you shared.

"Jeez, you scared me. Boyle and Peralta spent the day popping out behind filing cabinets and squad cars to scare each other and I've been on edge, to say the least."

You knew she wasn't exaggerating by the look of exhaustion on her face and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek as she finally unlocked the door. You had met her coworkers a handful of times and that was more than enough for you to completely excuse the occasional night where she came home with a short fuse.

"I sent you a message when I left the university asking if you had gotten anything, but when you didn't answer I just ordered a pizza. It should be here soon," you offered, hoping that not having to cook would help ease some of her stress. Although you had also had a long day, you worked in a less demanding environment compared to the precinct and usually had a little more left in the tank when you eventually got home.

"Sounds good. Movie?" Amy opened the fridge and leaned down to snag two beers off of the bottom shelf. You smirked as she pried the tops off and handed you yours.

"Are you sure this isn't going to put you to sleep before the pizza gets here?"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," she replied before taking a swig and heading to the living room. You followed her lead, knowing that she would eventually nod off before the movie reached its halfway point.

It was a familiar routine by this point; you settled on the far end of the couch and lifted your arm so that she could settle against your side with her blanket, which she always started off by sharing and then eventually hogging to herself when she fell asleep.

"Comfy?" you asked, grabbing the remote off of the side table and then handing it over so that she could pick the movie (another part of the routine).

"Mmhmm," she confirmed, selecting the Netflix app and immediately heading towards the documentaries. "How's your thesis coming?"

"It's...getting there. I think?"

"Come on, where's the confidence?" she teased, settling on a crime documentary she somehow hadn't seen yet. "This won't give you nightmares, will it?"

"Not when I have the city's finest detective in my bed."

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Could you do an Amy Santiago imagine in which the reader is also a workaholic and they both unwind by cuddling while watching a movie after a long day? You're an amazing writer ❤️ Thank you so much for sharing your stuff

"Hey, babe."

Amy nearly dropped her keys as she turned around to see you round the corner to the door of the apartment you shared.

"Jeez, you scared me. Boyle and Peralta spent the day popping out behind filing cabinets and squad cars to scare each other and I've been on edge, to say the least."

You knew she wasn't exaggerating by the look of exhaustion on her face and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek as she finally unlocked the door. You had met her coworkers a handful of times and that was more than enough for you to completely excuse the occasional night where she came home with a short fuse.

"I sent you a message when I left the university asking if you had gotten anything, but when you didn't answer I just ordered a pizza. It should be here soon," you offered, hoping that not having to cook would help ease some of her stress. Although you had also had a long day, you worked in a less demanding environment compared to the precinct and usually had a little more left in the tank when you eventually got home.

"Sounds good. Movie?" Amy opened the fridge and leaned down to snag two beers off of the bottom shelf. You smirked as she pried the tops off and handed you yours.

"Are you sure this isn't going to put you to sleep before the pizza gets here?"

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," she replied before taking a swig and heading to the living room. You followed her lead, knowing that she would eventually nod off before the movie reached its halfway point.

It was a familiar routine by this point; you settled on the far end of the couch and lifted your arm so that she could settle against your side with her blanket, which she always started off by sharing and then eventually hogging to herself when she fell asleep.

"Comfy?" you asked, grabbing the remote off of the side table and then handing it over so that she could pick the movie (another part of the routine).

"Mmhmm," she confirmed, selecting the Netflix app and immediately heading towards the documentaries. "How's your thesis coming?"

"It's...getting there. I think?"

"Come on, where's the confidence?" she teased, settling on a crime documentary she somehow hadn't seen yet. "This won't give you nightmares, will it?"

"Not when I have the city's finest detective in my bed."

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can you do more leah from the wilds pls 🥺

Of course, I’d love some requests for her!

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can you do one where lena luthor is your girlfriend and you are an author who stays up every night writing until they're borderline delirious and lena is trying to get y/n to take a break

"Y/N?" Lena called, rapping on the door to your office. It was nearly 3 in the morning and after she woke up in the middle of the night to discover that you once again hadn't come to bed as promised, she had thrown on your slippers and robe to put a stop to all of this.

After getting no response and fearing that you had finally crashed with your head on your keyboard again, she turned the doorknob and let herself in.

Your office was a complete wreck, and if Lena didn't know you better she would be concerned by the amount of newspaper clippings, old photographs, and maps that adorned the wall near your desk. She cleared her throat upon seeing that you were still awake, hands resting motionless on your laptop keys.

"Y/N, seriously, come to bed. I don't know how much longer you can keep getting away with this without frying your brain," she pleaded, marching across the small space to spin your desk chair around. Even if you tried to argue, the circles under your eyes and the collection of Red Bull cans beside your computer were going to give you away.

"I'm so close," you offered weakly, not bothering to specify exactly what you were so close to. While Lena would love to think it was the end of your book, she knew this was only the first draft and that there were several more weeks of this in store.

"I know, darling," she assured you while reaching around to click the save icon in the corner of the document you were working on. After making sure your work was updated, she closed your laptop and pulled you to your feet. "But I can't sleep without you."

You yawned in resignation and turned around to shut off the lone desk lamp that was illuminating the study. Shuffling lazily behind, you followed Lena to the bedroom and crawled into your side. Your eyes were shut before Lena had even joined you and she smiled to herself as she took off your glasses and placed them on the nightstand.

"Sleep well, my love."

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Hi! Do you write for Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Parks and Recreation, Inception and/or Peaky Blinders? Sorry lmao I just love too many fictional ladies

I can do Brooklyn nine-nine, parks and rec, and I’ll do my best for peaky blinders (I haven’t seen it in a while) but I haven’t seen inception sorry :(

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could i bother you for a crumb of anything fatin(from the wilds) related like maybe reader is there when her and leah have their little spat and reader steps in and breaks it up then proceeds to help fatin with her leg and then possibly a kiss?? love your writing by the way

“Holy shit.”

You had just dropped another pile of tangled vines beside Nora when she made the remark and frowned at your handiwork.

“Sorry, I thought it was your job to untangle them.”

“It is, but look.” 

Your gaze shot in the direction she was pointing just in time to watch Fatin leave bloody streaks down Leah’s face and your feet immediately started moving the second you saw the gash on her leg.  From what you had gathered, they didn’t seem to know each other well despite being from the same school, so you couldn’t imagine what could have led up to this as you watched Leah begin to strip her clothes and march slowly towards the water.  

“What the fuck is going on?” you panted out, breathless from running across the sand to their shelter building site.  Dot was doing her best to inspect the wound on Fatin’s leg while she and Rachel watched Leah make her descent into the water, completely naked at this point.  “Is she okay?”

“Well, in an ideal world she’d be able to get a few stitches but I think we can stop the bleeding on our own.  Definitely needs cleaned out though,” Dot replied, squinting at the sand-covered cut.  “I guess we’re going to have to forfeit.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” Fatin scoffed, finally pulling her attention away from her opponent.  “Y/N, you’ve mentioned Grey’s Anatomy like 12 times since we washed up on shore...care to put your knowledge to the test?”

You did your best to soften your surprised reaction, having been certain that Dot would take the lead on this.  However, the brunette shrugged and got up from the kneeling position she had taken to inspect the damage to Fatin’s leg before heading off to go help the rest of your team.  Rachel followed after one last harsh glance in Leah’s direction and you tried not to panic at the fact that you were now alone with the girl who had been making you indescribably nervous every time you spoke.

“Do you need a lift over to the bags?” you offered, extending your arms in case she couldn’t put weight on the limb.  She waved a hand dismissively, opting instead to take your arm and limp beside you as you made your way across the beach.

“She’s fucking crazy,” Fatin muttered as you helped her to sit on one of the closed suitcases.  Her eyes were once again narrowed in Leah’s direction, at least until you started removing the debrie from her thigh.  “Ouch,” she hissed, flinching at the pain.

“Sorry,” you said, glancing up apologetically, “but we can’t risk an infection.  Do you want something to bite down on?”

“Very considerate, but I’ll manage,” she chuckled a bit, finally, and reached out to squeeze your shoulder.  “Thank you for coming to my rescue so quickly.  Especially since we aren’t even on the same team.”

You bit your lip to stifle a smirk.  If only she knew how true that statement felt to you at the moment; with all her comments about boys, she certaintly didn’t seem to be playing for your team.  Nevertheless, you had convinced yourself that there was nothing wrong with a hopeless crush in the middle of an equally hopeless situation.  

“Any time.”

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Hi! Is this blog still active?

I’m hoping to be more active once summer comes around and my schedule lightens up a bit as of right now, it’s very sporadic.

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just thanking you for writing wonderful fanfics ❣️

awww, thank you love!

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Do you still take requests for Madison Montgomery from ahs? :)

Of course, she’s one of my very favorites to write for 😌