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POP ICONS:
( * , smut )
OLIVIA RODRIGO
Angel Baby (feat. Jenna Ortega)
Birthday Girl (birthday post for Olivia)
It's Not a Game Anymore
Exes *
I'll Always Be Here
TATE MCRAE
Juna
Green Eyed Girl *
Shut Up and Drive
2 Hands
Miss Possessive *
GRACIE ABRAMS
Star Wars versus Star Trek
You're Not Just My Best Friend
Collision Course
The Proposal
Family Vacation
SABRINA CARPENTER
Sweet Tooth
Jersey Swap
Good Luck Charm
Number 5 *
What Awkward Encounters Turn Into
BILLIE EILISH
Do You Know How to Bend? *
Diss Me *
Like Real People Do
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could it be like, Y/n is an actor and they meet like in a event or something and y/n is like completely mesmerized by Sabrina and then they meet and y/n try’s to flirt with her but is super nervous and Sabrina likes it and then you see their relationship developing through time and then they date!
I'm so sorry this took so long BUT I will say that this is my favorite fic that I've written in a long time. Check it out here.
Trigger Warning(s): a lot of cute fluff, imo. minor sexual innuendo (juno mentioned, basically).
Request / Synopsis: "Y/n is an actor and they meet like in a event or something and y/n is like completely mesmerized by Sabrina and then they meet and y/n try’s to flirt with her but is super nervous and Sabrina likes it and then you see their relationship developing through time and then they date!"
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The Met Gala had to be the most stressful night of the year. She spent hours with her team, which consisted of her best friend, older sister, and a few other hired professionals, getting ready. Now, she was pushed onto the carpet, hoping not to be on one of the blogs where they called her a "fashion-fail" or deem her to have the worst outfit of the night. Though, to be honest, she wasn't too worried about that. Her best friend had designed and made her dress and her sister did her makeup. She felt confident, which was a switch up. Still, the persistent fear of not meeting the internet's standard crept up in the back of her mind a few times when-
"Oh, my God, you look amazing." (Y/n) was met with blue eyes immediately and was able to recognize the owner as Sabrina Carpenter. The girl who happened to be her childhood crush. (Y/n) felt her cheeks heat up immediately as the blonde bombshell looked her over, as if analyzing every thread stitched into her dress. "This dress is so beautiful. Not to sound like the paparazzi out there, but you should tell me who your designer is."
(Y/n) cleared her throat, but her words still came out as a bit of croak since seeing Sabrina dried her throat with nervousness. "Oh, um, it's this super niche designer, actually. My best friend." (Y/n) tried to say it as casually as possible as Sabrina's lips only grew into more of that infamous grin she had seen on her TV as a kid and only grew to love more as she got older. The truth was, (Y/n) was absolutely memorized by Sabrina, always had been. Her heart was racing and her ears felt hot as she looked over the blonde, who seemed to be memorizing everything about her.
Sabrina's eyes finally flicked back up to (Y/n)'s. "Well, you have to give me her number. I am looking for a designer for my upcoming tour." She said, hoping that (Y/n) would give her the number. She was absolutely obsessed with her look. Though, the dress wasn't the only thing that caught her attention. Still, she had been asked by her PR team to be calm tonight and to not flirt. Which, by the way, was hard for Sabrina. She enjoyed the thrill of flirting with attractive people. And she was genuinely curious about (Y/n). "I'm Sabrina." She finally introduced.
(Y/n) nodded at her, cheeks burning even more as she tried to get her thoughts in order. "I'm… (Y/n). I'm (Y/n). And, I know who you are. I know your blue eyes anywhere." That was an awkward comment. She realized how creepy that sounded as she watched Sabrina raise a brow, her smile never falling from her perfectly painted lips. "I just mean- I've watched you for years. On TV! Girl Meets World, I mean. I've had a crush on you for years. Oh, my God, shut me up." (Y/n) didn't mean to attempt to flirt. If she did, she would've sucked way less. All of the things she planned to say if she ever got the chance to meet Sabrina left her mind and she felt vulnerable.
A small chuckle escaped the short blonde as she shook her head slightly. Turning, she called down a waiter with a tray of champagne flutes. She managed to get the Sharpie the waiter was carrying, grabbing one flute, writing her number on the napkin. She then looked over to (Y/n) with a wink. "You're cute. Give me a call, okay?" She then grabbed her own champagne flute. As she did, Joey King, who (Y/n) recognized as her best friend, pulled her off into the crowd to meet some people. This only left (Y/n) with a napkin that held the most valuable thing she had been given in her entire life: Sabrina Carpenter's number.
It took her a week and a lot of persuasion to finally text. She was nervous, given the last encounter she had with Sabrina. But her best friend finally took her phone, sending a quick 'hi, it's (y/n)' before passing back the phone. The simple sentence made her heart race. However, it almost exploded as the floating ellipsis appeared, indicating that she was receiving a message. When her phone finally dinged, she had to be forced to read it. A big grin appeared on her face as she read 'it's about time… wanna meet up?' Hence why she was currently sitting at an exclusive restaurant, guaranteed for celebrity privacy-- though it was expensive.
"Hey, you," Sabrina's voice interrupted her thoughts. She smiled up at Sabrina before standing to meet her embrace. This interaction was a whole lot better. There was something about Sabrina this time, maybe it was the setting, that made her feel a lot more calm than the last time they had met up. "You look amazing, as always. You should know, I watched your whole cinematography after meeting you. You are a brilliant actress. You deserve an Oscar, you know?"
(Y/n) beamed at the compliment as she moved to sit up straighter. "Okay, so you watched my three films and you have already decided that I deserve an Oscar. You are my new favorite person." The night went along with bantering, laughing, and the two getting to know each other. Then, the week went along with them barely separating from each other. The month went on with various sleepovers and the two slowly started to figure each other out.
Their first kiss happened the last night of the month, the night before Sabrina had to go on tour. The two of them were in a park, stargazing, their fingers intertwined, eyes tracing the sky. "I really want to kiss you," (Y/n) breathed out. Sabrina turned then, a challenging look on her face that made (Y/n) gently cup her cheek. Her finger traced the blonde's jawline before their lips finally connected. It felt like this was supposed to happen. Like Sabrina's lips were made for her and her lips were made for Sabrina. She swore, in the middle of August, there were fireworks in that park. That was the same night (Y/n) asked Sabrina to be her girlfriend with a ring pop. The nerdy gesture making Sabrina break out in a grin as she kissed (Y/n) again. And again and again and again.
Since then, there had been various FaceTimes between Sabrina's tour and rehearsals and in between filming for (Y/n). When (Y/n) finally had a break, they had been official for about three months and they hadn't seen each other since that night in the park. It was through those sleepless nights of missing her girlfriend, she got in touch with Corey and Paloma, enlisting their help with a surprise to see Sabrina. That's how (Y/n) ended up in Sabrina's vision before she sang Juno. Corey pulled her attention to her girlfriend, and it surprised Sabrina who grinned so big, she almost forgot that they hadn't been out to the fans yet. That would change that night when (Y/n) received the pink, fluffy handcuffs.
It was that same night Sabrina wrapped her up in her arms in front of millions, taking a second before she had to perform Juno for the crowd. "I love you," she whispered to (Y/n) before kissing her, neither caring that everyone would now know about them. They still had their moments, they still had their secrets. They still had that night in the park that was just theirs. They still had the restaurant. They still had the Met Gala where (Y/n) effortlessly turned into the most awkward person in the world and captured Sabrina's heart. "I love you, too," (Y/n) whispered, kissing the crown of Sabrina's head before gently reminding her that she still had a show. Sabrina reluctantly let go with one more kiss before dedicating Juno to her, making (Y/n)'s head spin as she watched her girlfriend perform for her.
quick read. surfing with tate. soft and sunny vibes. fluff. 902 words.
the sunlight creeps through the half-closed blinds, striping the room in soft golden lines. you stir first, but barely. your nose is buried in tate’s neck, and she’s clinging to you like the human version of a koala. her hair’s a mess, your leg’s numb, and yet everything about it feels perfect.
"you alive?" you mumble, voice hoarse.
"unfortunately,” she grumbles, eyes still shut. “my body wants to stay here, but my soul… my soul wants coffee."
you chuckle softly and run your fingers through her messy hair. "ready to surf?"
she cracks one eye open, somewhere between skeptical and offended. "you mean… are you asking if i’m ready to be swallowed by a wave twice my size?"
"don’t be dramatic."
"i’m five foot eight. that wave yesterday was at least eight feet tall."
"it barely touched you."
"it slammed me face-first into the sand. we’re still gonna find my bikini top floating around out there."
you laugh, and tate finally gives in, opening both eyes and stretching like a lazy cat. "but it’s fine. if it’s with you… i’m in."
"that's cute."
"I mean… I am kinda perfect."
she smiles and leans in to kiss you. slow, sleepy, the kind that tastes like toothpaste and pillows.
…
the car pulls up near the dunes, windows still down, ocean breeze rushing in with the scent of salt and sunscreen. you both hop out barefoot, the hot pavement stinging a little under your feet.
tate walks around to the trunk, sunglasses sliding down her nose, hair already a little wild from the wind.
you're leaning back against the car, watching her fumble with the key fob, and she pauses when she sees you. just… looks at you for a second.
"you just gonna stand there looking smug, or you gonna help me?" grinning as she steps in close.
you shrug. "i’m supervising."
"supervisors don’t get kissed" her hands find your waist, fingers slipping just under the hem of your shirt.
"guess i quit, then."
she kisses you softly. once, then again, and again. just enough to make you melt against the car, the metal warm at your back.
"alright, alright," you say, breathless between kisses. "you trying to make me forget we’re here to surf?"
"you’re distracting," she mumbles, pressing one last kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling away reluctant.
you pop open the trunk, and the surfboards are right there, nestled between towels and a cooler packed with snacks.
"you sure you’re not gonna wipe out again?"
tate scoffs, grabbing her board. “probably. but i’ll make it look cool."
"you mean you’ll scream and drag me down with you?"
"exactly. couple goals."
the sun was already high when you finally hit the sand. you both spent a few minutes warming up, half-heartedly mimicking moves tate swore were "essential" for not falling off the board in the first five seconds.
after a few practice hops and stretches you paddled out into the water. the waves were calm, perfect for beginners, but neither of you seemed in a rush to catch anything.
you drifted side by side on your boards, feet lazily skimming the cool water, talking about everything and nothing while the ocean shimmered around you.
tate suddenly reached into the small strap pouch on her board and pulled out a camera. she snapped a few quick photos. the sky, the horizon, a gull flying overhead.
"you brought a camera out here?" you ask, raising a brow.
"it's waterproof," she shrugs, as if that explains everything, still angling for the perfect shot. then she grins and flips the lens toward you. "say ‘surfing with my super sexy girlfriend!'"
you laugh, rolling your eyes but leaning in anyway. "you're such a dork."
"and you love it," snapping the photo just as you kiss her cheek.
after a while, the two of you finally head into the water for real.
surfing together isn't exactly smooth. tate wipes out twice in the first ten minutes, and you're not far behind. every small success is met with a loud cheer, every fall followed by teasing and splashing and quick kisses in between.
by the time you both paddle back to shore, you’re drenched and glowing, breathless from the waves.
you stop at a small beach shack nearby, sun-warmed and sandy, still dripping a little as you lean against the counter. tate orders something she calls "boardwalk fries" with cheese and sauce, and you grab a lemonade slush to go with it.
the two of you settle on the sand nearby, sharing the food between bites and laughter. you rest your head on her shoulder, your hair damp against her skin, legs stretched out in front of you.
"want a bite?" you ask, holding out a fry.
tate hums a quiet "uh-huh" in response, mouth already parting just slightly.
you feed it to her gently, your fingers brushing her lips for a second before pulling back.
she chews slowly, eyes half-closed, the moment stretches soft between you. no rush. just the sun, the sound of the waves and her warmth against your side.
you feel her hand find yours in the sand, fingers lacing.
"you're not so bad at this whole surfing thing," she murmurs, eyes still on the horizon.
you smile, barely turning your head. "coming from the girl who fell three times before even standing up."
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For me personally I just wish their would be more x (masc female)reader stories
Because when I see a x (female) reader post I get happy but then as I read y/n is a more feminine presenting person
(Does that make sense? I’m kinda sleepy bc I took my night time meds and shit. I get real loopy lmfao)
Me TOO. I do try to keep that neutral, and I hope that I accomplish that since I, myself, don’t really define as fem. It makes sense! Thank you for your input’ xx
Okay okay, small rant. I had someone, who very evidently does define as a ‘straight male’ comment on my post, mad because my fics are in the ‘x reader’ specified tag.
I am someone who uses she/they, and I like to write fem!reader, but I don’t see the problem with putting it under the general ‘x reader’ tag. I feel like I’m crazy, because if I am reading and a fic is male!reader, I move along. If anyone, genuinely, has a problem with me posting in the general ‘x reader’ tag, let me know. I can adjust the title to celebrity x fem!reader, but using the tag, I don’t think should be a problem. I discussed this with another friend (I love you @julesmikas ) and he is in agreement with me.
Again, any genuine issues with my take, come to me (respectfully) through dms.
Please can we have more Gracie x fem!reader storiess
Yes, for sure. I go in an order: Olivia, Tate, Gracie, Sabrina, Billie. I'm almost done with my Sabrina, then I'm going to Billie and I will be at Gracie in no time!
Trigger Warning(s): MDNI, SMUT. badly written smut, probably.
Request / Synopsis: "Could you do a fic where Sabrina is wearing her gfs jersey well they are going at it" - Sabrina's WNBA girlfriend likes when she wears her jersey.
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Sweat dripped down her face as her eyes met Sabrina's, her pretty blonde hair curled as she sat court side with Paloma and Corey, wearing her jersey. The number '5' in blue, her last name on the back. (Y/n) had to tear her eyes from Sabrina, who knew exactly what she was doing, one could tell just by smirk on her red painted lips. She blinked as she pulled herself back in the game just in time for the ball to soar in her direction from Napheesa Collier. She caught it, automatically getting bombarded with no one open around her. The time was running out, five seconds on the clock. As the time got closer, (Y/n) made a last minute decision, releasing the ball into the air a little past the three point line. The ball made it in effortlessly and cheers erupted in the stadium. 109-108 flashed across the scoreboard, the Minnesota Lynx winning.
Her teammates clapped her back, hugging her tightly as they cheered. (Y/n) grinned triumphantly, turning her attention to Sabrina as she ran up to her, bringing her into her arms and twirling her around. Sabrina couldn't care less about the sweat as their lips met. When (Y/n) pulled away, she sent a dorky smile over to Sabrina before pulling her back in. "I am going to fuck you so good tonight," (Y/n) promised, kissing her one more time and leaving Sabrina absolutely winded as her eyes followed her girlfriend to her team as they departed back into the tunnel, leaving Sabrina to her thoughts, face red. Paloma caught on quickly, nudging her best friend playfully pulling her to an area they could wait for (Y/n).
Admittedly, it was hard to keep their hands to themselves throughout their dinner with Paloma, who went home soon after. It didn't take long for either of them to find their bodies against each other. Sabrina still clad in her jersey. It wasn't one of the store bought jerseys, either. It was one of hers. And God Sabrina looked so good in her jersey. Her hands couldn't help but grip her girlfriend's waist, pulling her in as she kissed her. Sabrina's hands quickly found their way into (Y/n)'s hair, tangling themselves as their teeth clashed. It was want and need and desperation. (Y/n) being turned on the entirety of the game due to Sabrina's outfit, and Sabrina being turned on due to her girlfriend being hot on the court. Both of their minds were centered on the fact they wanted each other, needed each other, desperately.
(Y/n) picked Sabrina up with ease, the blonde's legs wrapping around her waist in the process. Once they got to the bedroom, they were quick at work, stripping each other from every article of clothing but the jersey. "No, no," (Y/n) smirking, her hand cupping Sabrina's cheek. "Keep it on, please. I'm loving how fucking hot you look in my jersey." (Y/n) bit her lip before moving her pointer and middle finger to Sabrina's pouty bottom lip, watching to girl open her mouth, sucking her fingers. A moan escaped her as she moved to nip Sabrina's inner thighs, light marks scattering her thighs. She had permission, of course, due to her outfits for the Short n' Sweet tour. Sabrina loved the marks, and if the fans caught them whether they decorated her inner thighs or neck, she always played coy about them before giving (Y/n) all the credit. How could she not reference her beautiful WNBA girlfriend whenever she had the chance? She was obsessed with her, and (Y/n) was just as obsessed as she was.
Sabrina's breathing hitched at the nips before a moan slipped from her lips as (Y/n)'s tongue ran along her folds. Her hands instantly tangled themselves back in (Y/n)'s hair as she cried out her girlfriend's name. (Y/n) took every tug of her hair as encouragement as she began eating Sabrina out as if she were starving. In a way, she was starving for her girlfriend, having needing her since the start of the game when Sabrina made her entrance clad in her basketball jersey. Something that started off as just a suggestion, but she was so happy that Sabrina actually went through with it. And there she was now. Clad in her number and her last name. (Y/n)'s hand slipped under the jersey and pushed her bra off, letting her thumb run over Sabrina's nipples.
She relished in the way her girlfriend tasted and the way she couldn't control her hips as her back arched. Her other hand working circles into Sabrina's clit as she fucked her. It didn't take long for Sabrina to cum. And (Y/n) lapped it all up before kissing Sabrina's lips. She wasn't done, two fingers curling as she kissed Sabrina deeply. Sabrina moaned against (Y/n)'s lips as she continued to thrust her fingers, curling them occasionally. She felt like her head was spinning as she let (Y/n)'s fingers take over her thoughts and her taste touch her tongue. Sabrina couldn't hold back, squirting as she came a second time, clutching onto (Y/n) as she cried out in pleasure.
(Y/n) pulled away, taking her fingers as she sucked Sabrina off of them. "I love you," she whispered, moving to clean her girlfriend off. Sabrina always appreciated how diligent (Y/n) was at aftercare, allowing her to clean her off, kissing her tear stained cheeks before getting some water for her. She was even more grateful at the way (Y/n) pulled her into her arms as Sabrina whispered that she loved her too, letting (Y/n) kiss her forehead as she let Sabrina decide whether or not she wanted to run her bath or not. (Y/n) might be rough when it comes to her bedroom demeanor but she was also kind and gentle, much like she was on and off the court. It was what made Sabrina fall in love with her as she allowed herself to fall even deeper.
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one shot, maybe reader and her have been dating for a few months and so they go on vacation with like gracie’s family and they’re really cute an everyone teased them
I'm sorry this took so long, but here it is: Family Vacation! I hope you love it. Thank you so much for the request.
Trigger Warnings: a lot of fluff, a lot of teasing (mainly from Gracie's brothers)
Request / Synopsis: "reader and her have been dating for a few months and so they go on vacation with like gracie’s family and they’re really cute an everyone teased them"
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Stress etched on (Y/n)'s features as she wheeled her suitcase into the shared room in the Airbnb. She and Gracie had been dating for seven months now, and they have definitely met each other's families. In fact, they have attended many familial events together. With that said, family vacations were much different. The nerves that made her chest feel tight and stomach flip had yet to ease itself, despite the fact they made it this far. They were now in Italy, right on Spiaggia dell'Angolo beach. Meaning, at the end of the day, she was unable to stop attempting to impress the Abrams family, which she sought to do despite it being a needless task.
Gracie recognized the state of stress her girlfriend was in, watching the way her eyes fluttered close as her brows drew together. She rested a gentle hand on her girlfriend's lower back as she placed a gentle kiss to her lips. The action immediately causing (Y/n)'s tense muscles to relax, leaning into the taller brunette before her. "It's going to be okay," Gracie said softly, placing a kiss to her forehead now. "My family loves you." Gracie reminded her, gently lifting her hands to cup (Y/n)'s cheeks to show how serious and genuine she was, a special warmth swirling in her honey brown eyes. A warmth that was typically reserved for (Y/n) and moments like these.
(Y/n) smiled at this, not realizing that Gracie's brothers were walking by. Just as she leaned in, a snicker escaped August and Henry, jolting the girls apart. "Jeez, five seconds in, Gracie." Henry teased his sister, causing both (Y/n) and Gracie to feel the heat rise in their cheeks as the brothers walked off laughing. Gracie sighed softly, moving to close the door, offering a sheepish smile in (Y/n)'s direction as she tried to resume their previous position. She still wanted that kiss.
(Y/n) shook her head with a playful smile, loosening up more. She allowed for Gracie to dip down and connect their lips before the two of them pulled away to unpack. "We have dinner in like an hour at a restaurant." Gracie checked the watch on her wrist, eyes unable to break from her girlfriend putting their clothes into a drawer. The domesticity of the action sent a warm feeling in her chest as she smiled at her. (Y/n) nodded softly, meeting Gracie's eyes and returning the smile. "So, we do have time to change and take maybe a fifteen minute shower." She suggested. (Y/n) agreed to this, hoping the heat from the shower head would relax the last bit of tension from her bones and erase the long hours on the plane from her skin.
The two of them washed, soaking in the warm water and each other, losing track of time before a knock startled them back into reality. The sound of Gracie's dad caused (Y/n) to drop her forehead against her girlfriend's shoulder as her cheeks heated up. "Come on, lovebirds. We have to leave in twenty minutes." He warned, though is tone was light and it implied her was teasing. Everyone was starting to tease them and (Y/n) was trying to decide if it was out of annoyance or if it was she finally becoming part of the family. Getting out of the shower, she dried off, cheeks still tinted red.
Gracie couldn't help but think she was cute, leaning in to pepper kisses on her girlfriend's cheeks. "No, no, we have to get ready." (Y/n) said, earning a playful pout from Gracie. She knew (Y/n) was right but she needed to kiss the stress right away from her thoughts. When they finished getting ready, (Y/n) adjusted her 'G' necklace as she headed down the stairs, earning a knowing grin from Gracie's mother, Katie. "Hey," (Y/n) greeted, trying to keep the nerves from tinging her voice. Either she did this successfully or Katie chose to ignore it. Therefore, in (Y/n)'s mind, she chose to believe she was successful at keeping her nerves at bay.
"I like your necklace." Katie hummed, moving over on the couch for (Y/n), allowing her to sit beside her as Gracie finally made her grand entrance. "We're already getting 'G' jewelry, Grace, where's the engagement ring." This tease was directed at her girlfriend, and while she was thankful that the teasing was finally off her, the words by Katie still made her cheeks heat up as she glanced at Gracie. Cool, calm, and grinning Gracie. She was unsure how she did it, but it definitely made (Y/n) even more attracted to her in that moment.
Gracie leaned back onto the recliner, sending a wink towards (Y/n). "Oh, you know, I already have the plans for it." They had mentioned it, but both of them knew it would be a bit too soon to think about marriage. Still, knowing that Gracie was actively making plans for marriage and their future made her heart race. She had to calm herself, the reminder they didn't even live together yet bringing her back to earth. "Whenever I get it, Mom, I'll let you know." Gracie promised as J.J. finally announced their cars were there to pick them up. On the way to the restaurant, (Y/n) couldn't help the tingle that Gracie's words caused.
"I'm glad you came with us, (Y/n)," August, Gracie's youngest brother said from beside her (J.J., Katie, and August were in the other Uber). "I'm sorry if we're teasing you a bit much though. You need to know it's because we all think of you as family." He said, making (Y/n) smile. It made any residue of tenseness leave her shoulders as she processed his words. She then realized, she no longer needed to work to impress them. They like her. Even more, they see her as family. Gracie's hand found her ways to (Y/n)'s. For the first time the entire trip, (Y/n) felt fully relaxed in that moment.
Hi! I just stumbled on your blog and I wanted to say that your writing is so good!! You also write smut really well and in a way that's not like awkward or cringy
Why thank you, anon. I really try to make sure my writing is fluid, so this is really appreciated. x
But what I really want to write (when I finish my essays tonight) is an Olivia Rodrigo x Reader fic post performance with Robert Smith where they are friends with benefits and she’s sings Just Like Heaven to reader.
“Why won’t you ever know that I’m in love with you?” AM I CRAZY?!
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Okay, okay, okay! I have a bunch of requests and three more (two after this week) classes in college before potentially starting my paralegal program. Not to mention, a big move in progress. With that said, I am actively working on requests for everyone. Know I’m on Gracie. There will be a special Sabrina & Billie fic soon, too. It might be within the month, I finish one class by the end of this week and pick up another. Please be patient with me as I work through my final college courses and my fic requests. I love you all so, so much.
I will keep my requests open unless I feel overwhelmed. So far, as I finish up my courses and get more time to work on fics, I have been doing okay. Thank you for your patience with me.
Hi bestie! I would really love it if you could write a Gracie one where Gracie proposes. No pressure tho! I absolutely love your work!
Please, please forgive me for how long this sat in my inbox. I love your writing, too, and I hope you enjoy the fic I wrote for you here: The Proposal. Thank you, bestie!