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@taure-annie

trying to get back to writing / she/her / girl kisser

The Blue Glow

premise: What starts as late nights spent helping Paige through heartbreak slowly shifts - until you’re left wondering if friendship was ever the right word. (RoommateAU)

→ word count: 4k

It’s just past two when you hear the key rattle in the front door, followed by the soft creak as it swings open. Paige, your roommate, usually comes home late on Fridays, a little buzzed or maybe high after a night with her teammates or her girlfriend. You’re used to hearing her stumble in, her laughter still lingering from whatever fun she’d been having, always fading into the quiet of the apartment.

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when you enter the bad bitch competition but juju watkins and azzi fudd are there

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love being a horny lesbian and being able to read my gay little smut at work and nobody knows what I am doing on my phone🥰

Anonymous asked:

Just here to say blue glow was amazing. Hope there’s a part 2!

Thank you so much doll!! 💕💕

Yes, it’s in the works. Don’t expect anything tomorrow … or the day after but soon 👀

Apologies for being so ominous.

Anonymous asked:

PART 2 NOW?? HELLO???

lol part 2 is gonna come out soon.

I must be honest, so far I’ve only written small excerpts of scenes that’ve popped up in my mind. But I will be hunkering down soon the moment I feel a bit better from this cold 🤧🤧💕

Anonymous asked:

I’ve never read something (when it comes to paige fics) similar to the blue glow it’s soft and heartbreaking at the same time

Aww thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed it. 💕

It’s so always so fun to explore different genres in this little Paige fanfic-verse we’re in. I’m glad I was able to give you something a bit different!!

Gasoline

premise: Paige’s first team dinner as an official WNBA rookie has ended well - but now, in the back of an Uber, it's just the two of you and the energy between you feels different. (WNBA!AU)

→ word count: 2.3K

The team thins out slowly, one by one, as players and coaches drift from the comforting heat of the restaurant entrance to into Ubers, their mindless conversations fading with each utterance of ‘bye’ and ‘see you at practice’. 

It’s damp and biting, with a faint mist hovering, leaving you shivering even in your thick jacket. Your fingers feel stiff from the chill, fumbling as you toggle through ride-share apps, willing one driver—just one—to brave the thick, traffic-choked streets for the pick-up.

Anonymous asked:

the blue glow is chef’s kiss ugh need part two baaaad

Oh thank you my loveeee !!🥰

Im gonna use this as a message for all as well but if you’ve got smaller pieces you guys want to request, my inbox is open.

I’ve got a rare free weekend and I’m looking to hunker down and write 🙂‍↕️