❛ —— BRIGHT & SUNNY.

❛ it's how men see me. i'm not a smart girl or an interesting girl, i'm a pretty girl. the blonde and the boobs, it confuses guys into thinking i'm someone else. and i'm used to it. and i'm used to them walking away when they realize... ❜

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         sudden, abrupt CHILLINESS rouses the blonde from her deep sleep, a groan of protest following. heavy-lidded eyes glance at the figure next to her before greedy fingers yank the blanket back onto her OWN body. ❛ mer? MER. ❜ a sigh escapes her lips when she shakes the smaller woman & receives no response. something must be wrong ;; or she's just really DRUNK. 

        ❛ meredith, are you feeling darker & . . . twistier than usual or something? is that why you’re in my bed at —— three in the morning? ❜

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“ you are my everything ” SUE ME OK

sweet nothing's meme || accepting.

         ❛ alex. ❜ the name is exhaled like a breath that had been held in for too long ;; the kind of sigh that she didn't know she was holding in the first place. the confession is vocalized randomly, catching izzie off guard. half-built gingerbread houses are perched on the dining room table, something izzie VERY stubbornly insisted on teaching him how to build ( because christmas! ), & her gaze shifts from the tiny edible house to him. ❛ you're mine too, okay? i love you. ❜ words spill out in a hushed whisper as if the reciprocation is some untold secret in mer's house. a pause is taken in between sentences to plant a soft kiss on the lips of the man sitting next to her. ❛ a lot.❜

         the blonde KNOWS alex isn't one to easily say how he feels, let alone to dwell on it. so, lips twitch into a delicate smile & she resumes her work of teaching him how to build a freaking gingerbread house. it was a blatantly implied fact that alex didn't ever really celebrate christmas growing up, & izzie wanted to make sure he got to experience it all now, even if he DID think it was dumb. ❛ alright, next you just have to make a door. —— i should probably mention that i hope you don't think we're actually eating these after. these are going on display in the living room so everyone can see our crappy little edible houses. well —— your crappy little edible house. mine looks GREAT. ❜ in a life surrounded by her own personal hell of eternal LONELINESS that felt as though it would never end, she is someone's everything. she is his everything.

[freshjuicywriterstuff]

Irritatingly cute domestic AU starters

“Honey, I’m home!” - Your muse comes home from work to find that my muse has cooked them dinner.

“Honey, welcome home!” - Your muse has cooked dinner for my muse, who has come home from work.

“We’ll be late if we don’t hurry!” - Our muses are in a rush to get to work, and they are both rushing around the house to get ready.

“It’s our song, remember?” - Your muse hears a song come on the radio that has significance to their relationship.

“Hey, remember this old thing?” - Your muse finds a photo album of old photos of them together

“Shhhhh, this is the best part!” - Our muses are watching an old movie together on a friday night.

“Maybe I’ve had a little too much…” - Your muse has become drunk during a romantic dinner together.

“You got an umbrella?” - Our muses get caught in the rain together on the way home.

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         3:02 a.m. she remembers her mother lecturing in her southern tongue years ago about how the only people up at three o'clock in the morning were the in love or the SAD. ( & god, she is definitely the latter. ) one certain patient death had struck home with izzie paired with the haunting voices in her head, belonging to all of her friends who now despise her for sleeping with george almost a month ago. ironically, the person who got her in the most trouble is the only one she has LEFT. is all she has left. right now, she doesn’t care about all the drama. she just needs her freakin’ best friend.

        so, when the tears threaten to start flowing, she decides to pad down the hallway to george's room & barge right in. the bed shakes as she plops down, eyeing the snoozing man shyly before quietly articulating her ACHING question. 

         ❛ —— wanna come bake cookies with me? ❜

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♥ “ sweet nothing’s ” meme

“ you’re a masterpiece ”

“ i could just eat you up ”

“ you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen ”

“ just let me look at you ”

“ do you realize how perfect you are ? ”

“ you are a work of art ”

“ you deserve to be treated like a prince/princess ”

“ i love everything about you ”

“ you are my world ”

“ perfection… ”

“ do you believe me when i say you’re beautiful ? ”

“ i love these lips ”

“ i could stare at you all day ”

“ you are my everything ”

“ you’re an angel ”

“ you’re mine ”

“ tell me i’m yours ”

“ let me make you feel good ”

“ i want you so bad ”

“ how bad do you want me ? ”

“ don’t hide from me ”

“ let me see you ”

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STRANGER.

          where he had been relatively calm upon leaving his apartment, nerves now keep him seated firmly in the front seat of his car —— though he has managed to turn the engine off and take the key out of the ignition. BABY STEPS! he’s pretty sure he’s starting to sweat despite the chill slowly seeping into the vehicle, stomach twisting itself into knots. when was the last time he was this nervous? when he went up for that board seat? he LOST that, and remembering that does nothing to quiet his roaring psyche. hands grip the top of the wheel as he stares at the front door of the bar. this is IZZIE. they’ve done this countless times. met up at a bar, gotten drunk, gone home together. but this is different. he’s different. she’s different. what if what they had really is gone? after all these years, who knows what incompatibilities have formed. he lets out a huff, letting himself relax against the back of his seat. if it’s gone, then it’s gone —— but nothing would be worse than not trying at all. he’s a fighter. he can do this. reaffirmed in his decision to stop running from her, he finally reaches for the handle.           she lights up the whole room, and this time when he walks in, he is not blinded by her; he hardly has to squint.   (   what did they say about ICARUS and THE SUN? he can’t seem to recall anymore.   )   one or two knots loosen within him, though his shoulders have tensed considerably. he gives a nod to joe as he weaves through the tables, expression tellingly neutral. a clearing of his throat, a careful   ❛   hey,   ❜   and he has taken the seat beside her. it takes everything in him not to let his eyes roam —— because god damn, that dress. instead, he removes his jacket to reveal a dry shirt. and yes, he does surreptitiously check to make sure before tucking his jacket between him and the stool. hands wrap around the beer before him —— a dark, local microbrew, just like he had suggested when she had that party years back. he would be surprised that she remembered, but it’s izzie. she probably remembers what shampoo he still uses too. the bottle is lifted slightly as he turns to face her, coupled with:   ❛   thanks.   ❜

          it feels like he’s walking on e g g s h e l l s, not quite sure what to say, not quite sure if he should bring up the possibility of her cancer coming back or if he should keep it light. after a beat, he decides the latter is probably the best course of action. he’ll be there for her even if they wind up hating who the other has become in the years they’ve spent apart, but he still wants to get to know this perfectly familiar and yet strikingly different woman sitting before him.   ❛   i, uh —— i read up on some of the articles you wrote. one of ‘em actually helped derek and i save a kid a while back,   ❜   he starts, not meeting her eyes. brows furrows, grip on his beer tightening. so much has happened in the time she’s been gone, a staggering amount of friends lost. he’s sure that the death of a renowned neurosurgeon like derek shepherd must have gotten around the community, but if it hasn’t…   ❛   do you—— do you know about derek?   ❜   so much for keeping things light.

         the entire day was a PARADOX. izzie returned to a hospital she solemnly swore she would never step foot in again; the now attending neurosurgeon had just underwent a ct to check if her deadly cancer that she already beat ONCE was back; two people that knew each other better than anyone else had known them are now strangers ( except that they WEREN'T ), perhaps the biggest contradiction of them all. her throat clears while the stranger she somehow knows so well settles in next to her. ❛ hey , ❜ is recited back hesitantly. it undeniably feels a little awkward, yet still nostalgic, almost like they just fast-forwarded seven years.

         dark orbs admire the way he still possesses some of his old habits. she also can't help but notice how time has only done him favors. stop, izzie. this is just a little catch up drink at the bar. ❛ you've —— read them? wow, i, uh —— i'm glad. that's really great, alex. i didn't think you'd actually read them after, you know —— everything. ❜ foot-in-mouth disease strikes again, scratching open the ol' hey remember that time i abandoned you & sent you divorce papers via the mail wound again. no matter how badly she wants to just let it go, she can't quite stop picking at it. fingers bring the bottle to rose petal lips, another long drink drawn out.

         excitement and stomach-churning nervousness courses through her veins & she is still trying to figure out how that can be. ( there's a lot of the brain we don't know! derek would say. ) DEREK. the tinted bottle is brought slowly back down to the table, umber hues following it. the man who saved her life ( and possibly the only man who could do it again if the cancer really was back ), is dead. brief eye contact is made, a faint consoling smile forming. ❛ yeah. i heard, ❜ she offers back sadly, yet another sip of beer taken. she grips the glass like it is the only thing keeping her afloat, the only thing keeping her head above water. iin a way, it is. izzie studies alex's expression, er next words spilling out sincerely. ❛ was he —— was he in pain? ❜

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[youvegotrpmemes]

                            100 Random Sentence Starters

- ranges in genre; will contain swear words

“Why you little-”

“Fuck me.” *pause* “Not literally.”

“Why is that a thing?”

“Is that a legit thing or a made up thing you found off the internet?”

“I just hopped onto a random flight and ended up here.”

“I was right here the whole time.”

“Please, I beg of you, don’t hurt [her/him/them].”

“What the fuck?”

“Okay, but was the Ren and Stimpy Show an actual show for kids or was there confusion what audience it needed to be directed at? There is no way that show was appropriate for kids.”

“Fight me!”

Keep reading

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❛ —— you never know the biggest day of your life IS the biggest day.     not until it's    HAPPENING.    you don’t recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you’re right in the middle of it. the day you commit to something    or        SOMEONE.    the day you get your heart broken. the day you meet your soulmate. the day you realize there’s not enough time, because you wanna live forever. those are the biggest days.   THE PERFECT DAYS.   

                                        ind. sel. priv. izzie stevens from grey’s anatomy rp.                                                                    written by ally.                                                                   est. march 2016.

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AUNTY MER.

     it begged the question  WAS I THIS BAD?  thinking back to before kids to her first time holding them to now,  it all seemed like a blur,  like a dream she’d lived and all but forgotten.  even still,  meredith had to admit,  she was a bit paranoid when it came to her three children.  and that was putting it lightly.  so when izzie had her miracle baby,  teasing her about it would be the last thing meredith would do.  

      ‘ she is.  she’s perfect.  ’  agreement came tumbling from a genuine grey’s lips.  she wouldn’t have dreamed to ask to hold the baby,  not on such a delicate day and occasion.  it could wait.  but here izzie was offering,  and the baby was practically STARING her down. BEGGING her.  it was the baby’s fault.  so meredith got up and let izzie gently place the baby in her arms.  a grin tugged at mer’s lips,  blue eyes widened at the precious sight.  ‘  you have the best mommy in the whole world. ’ she explained as if baby stevens would have any idea.  ‘ and your aunty mer is going to let you get away with  ALL  the cool stuff,  okay?  nothing too crazy—  but we’ll discuss that when you’re older.  ’

         PRIDE radiates in waves off of the new mother, a tooth-baring grin communicating her delight. her daughter snuggled in the crook of her best friend's arm; a sight izzie doubted she'd ever be able to witness with her grim past of stage four melanoma staring her in the face. it was rare to see dark & twisty meredith SMILE the way she was. head falls back onto the pillow as she observes the adorable interaction, lips never ceasing to fall despite her postpartum exhaustion.

         ❛ she also has the best aunty in the whole entire world, ❜ the blonde dotes. her coworker cradles the squirming infant ( a RELIEF that her own arms get a break ) as izzie speaks, briefly noting that she could watch the sight all freakin' day. a content sigh falls from her lips fingers fiddling with the half-eaten pudding cup on her food tray. the discomfort that comes with childbirth lingers in the back of her mind, the sharp cramps becoming a little too harrowing to ignore. an eyebrow twitches while her unfaltering smiles transforms into one of MISCHIEF. ❛ you know what would make you an even better aunty? if you upped my morphine drip. my insides feel like —— well, like i just pushed a seven-pound baby out of my vagina. because i did. plus my boobs hurt. ❜

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         ❛ i didn't say ANYTHING, ❜ tumbles defensively from the blonde, even though LAUGHTER bubbles beneath the surface. ( she doesn't need to say anything ;; her expression says it ALL. ) she could let it go & let the other woman continue rounding, but that wouldn't be in true izzie fashion. ❛ no, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. i'm not laughing at you, i'm laughing with you. ❜

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         ❛ —— are you seriously suggesting that i take down the christmas decorations THE DAY AFTER christmas? seriously? just go back to your GRINCH cave or something & stop . . . grinching all over my christmas spirit. ❜

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Sentence starters: Building a Gingerbread House.

"I got this, I watch food network."

"Yes, look at how good this turned out! We could sell this."

"Stop licking that!"

"The trick is not to break the gingerbread house."

"Let's just focus on the front and take a photo of it. It'll look like we worked more than we actually did."

"Why can't you follow directions?"

"Smell this, it smells so good. I could eat it right now."

"What design should we do on the roof?"

"Can't you just stop eating the icing!"

"I'm very ocd so I need it to be centered."

"This is so fucking amazing."

"This is where the icing should go. Just like that, nice and thick."

"This isn't fair. You're making all the fun parts all by yourself."

"If you get icing on my hair I'm going to kill you."

"Oh so now you're a professional..."

"I'm giving you props. I didn't expect you to be good at this."

"You thought we were doing this together? This is a competition."

"How do people do this?!"

"Aaw, this is so cute! We are a good team."

"What are you eating? That was supposed to be part of the roof!"

"Is this better? Are you sure? I'm not saying it's bad but..."

"I'm just going to say it... you suck at this."

"This isn't the design I wanted but neither is this life."

"The roof is falling off. This is so bad..."

"If I tilt it it looks good."

"This is hideous. Is it supposed to look like that?"

"Yes, look! It's looking so good... kinda.

"Eating all the candy won't help."

"Look at how you did the icing there, it looks like dicks."

"You ain't helping at all."

"We won't have decorations if you keep eating the candy."

"You put it on the wrong side, you're ruining it."

"Oh no, you fucked up the fucking icing..."

"The box said to leave it from two to three hours to set. We did zero hours. That's why it's all falling apart."