{COMPLETED} ◦ Scarlett Johansson and Natasha Romanoff Imagines ◦Written in second person (you/your) ◦Y/N = Your Name Y/L/N = Your Last Name I advise to skip the first one. Please spare yourself from the awful writing and just go to the second one. After ⁷ is where they get good! I hope you enjoy your stay -Blob :)

Fanfic de Sarah Paulson, mucho Amor😭🌷 Profesora y alumna uwu Todo muy gay🛐🌷

started: 06/14/2012 finished: 07/19/2021 Dont like dont read :). Tbh idke what is Happening

Memories define us. So what if you lost yours every time you went to sleep? Your name, your identity, your past, even the people you love - all forgotten overnight. And the only person you trust may only be telling you half the story. Welcome to (Y/N)'s life. Credits to the original author; SJ Watson. This is just my version of the best thriller I've ever read. (Credits to Nicole Kidman for making me interested in the story by playing the main character in the movie)

You just got back from over seas with the Air Force, and started acting school. Now you are on your way to vote, but you never thought you would meet the love of your life just two feet in front of you. What consequences will she bring, but also what's joys? (Btw not your traditional Sarah Paulson story)

Silas Foster, the typical art student. And maybe, just maybe she accidentally falls for her lecturer.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐆𝐗𝐆 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 ;) 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧!

There will only be smut, probably. It will be my first attempt at trying to write something like that, but I believe that it's gonna be good! English is not my mother tongue, so there might be mistakes. Please warn me about them! 🤍

What happens when you fall in love with a married straight woman when you are a lesbian. I know lesbians shouldn't fall in love with straight women, especially married ones but I couldn't help it. What makes everything worse is it is my best friends mom.

TW- Depression, Anxiety, Abuse, Anorexia, Self Harm, Suicide. Sarah Paulson x Fem Reader It was the beginning of your freshman year. Same routine, new school, new district. Your parents abused you and moved you around to avoid getting caught. They never really liked you, but after you came out to them things only got worse. Your anxiety and depression skyrocketed. You had dealt with these for as long as you could remember, but your parents never believed you. Your mom said it was all for attention, your dad said it wasn't real. You had gotten pretty low before, but this time you weren't sure you would come back.