♱

they can't stop saying it, really. cassie giving victoria a peck before work, (I love you) cassie ruffling victoria's hair after a patient save, (I love you) cassie cradling victoria in her lap, (I love you).

victoria seeking out cassie's hand to hold, (I love you) victoria laughing at one of cassie's jokes, (I love you) victoria handing over the coffee she got for cassie, (I love you.)

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches that guide you down the street

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches that are little spoons

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches with beefy arms you can hold when walking with them

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who give you their shoes after you spent the whole day in heels

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who let you feed them

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who automatically reach for their wallet whenever seeing you look at something for too long

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who write poetry

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches with big feelings and dreams

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who feel like they could reach up and touch the sky

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who are tall

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who are short

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who are shy

❆ ʾʿ ִ butches who know how to flirt

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Summary: Ava calls it stress relief. Janine calls it hope. The rules were always designed for Janine to lose.

Author’s Note: This fic explores a toxic, codependent dynamic and is intentionally painful. Please mind the tags.