#fot writes

Who's shocked that Paige and Azzi with a baby inspired me? (Yeah, I'm not either.). Hope you're in the mood for some nice, soft fluff. Read on ao3:

“Do you ever think about it?” Azzi’s voice was soft, just audible over the hum of the air conditioner in their hotel room.  It was late and dark and quiet, the perfect time for thoughts that hadn’t had a chance to surface during their busy day.   

It was the head magnets photo, y’all. It gave me ideas. Also thanks to the anon who nudged me about writing about the UConn family. Read on ao3:

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”  Paige glanced at Inês, who was sitting in the passenger seat, grinning at Paige. 

“Like what?”  Inês schooled her expression a bit, but she couldn’t tame the smile entirely. 

“Like you’re a proud parent or something.  That’s my job.” 

Well, I’m back on my bullshit (writing fluffy nonsense inspired by recent events). Happy first day of the W season and one year since I started posting stories of these two goobers! Read on ao3:

Thanks, anon, for the inspiration for this one! I hope you enjoy my take on it. Read on ao3:

Sometimes the group chat gets silly and I get inspired. This is one of those times. Please enjoy my take on “Paige is always getting adopted by someone.” Read on ao3:

I’ve been processing Paige’s statement and everything around it for the last week. Here’s what I came up with. Just a little something soft and bantery for your Tuesday. Read on ao3:

Apparently this week is a motivated writing week! Today’s entry is a fluffy little meditation on Azzi and her decision-making around moving to Dallas. Read on ao3:

It wasn’t that Azzi was indecisive.  Not exactly.  Not anymore.  She’d been working on her decision-making, and it was going pretty well if you asked her.  It was just that decisions required a lot of data and consideration.  And they were a lot harder when you didn’t have all the facts. 

“OK, so assuming I’m coming to Dallas,” Azzi said, stuffing more clothes into a box while Paige watched on facetime. 

“Baby, please assume you’re coming to Dallas.” 

“Well, I can’t fully assume, can I?” Azzi replied, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.  “It’s not done yet.” 

“The last time I stopped by the front office, it was wall to wall pink.  You’re coming to Dallas,” was Paige’s calm response. 

Have some silliness to celebrate one day until the sweet sixteen! Based entirely on Dom calling Paige dad at the end of the Unrivaled season. With many thanks to the fam for always egging me on.