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bytheangell · 4 months

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Happiest Season

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“I cannot believe you’ve never seen a Hallmark Christmas movie,” Clary says from behind Isabelle, who is waiting dutifully on the sofa per Clary’s instruction. Meanwhile, Clary is bouncing around behind her with more energy and excitement than Izzy’s ever seen her have. This is particularly impressive because that means this Clary rivals post-coffee Clary.

“Just sit down and relax, Clary!” “I will relax once we have everything we need. The atmosphere needs to be perfect,” Clary insists.

The weather outside is doing half the work for her - it’s snowing outside, those giant, puffy flakes that melt the second they land, but look beautiful as they fall outside the window. Clary has four giant pillows and the fuzziest blankets on the sofa, and a moment later a steaming mug of hot cocoa is placed on the coaster next to Isabelle, topped with a small mountain of whipped cream and marshmallows.

“Okay. Now we’re ready to watch,” Clary declares, sliding into place next to Isabelle on the sofa and tossing a blanket over each of their legs

“I didn’t realize there were so many rules,” Izzy laughs.

“Not rules… just… ideal circumstances,” Clary insists before repeating her previous statement. “It has to be perfect.”

Isabelle bites back an instinctive cheesy reply about how it already is perfect. The overly sweet holiday sentimentality is supposed to be Clary’s deal. Izzy is here solely as the reluctant humbug in need of convincing.

“It’s just a movie, Clary. The only thing it needs to be is on a screen,” Izzy points out.

“Shhhhhh,” Clary says, just as the screen comes to life with a montage of the first snow in some sleepy little town with a population of roughly 10 people from the looks of it. “It’s starting.”

Isabelle does her best to focus on the movie, but it’s difficult when Clary is tucked up against her side so closely that the smell of her strawberry shampoo mixes with the rich chocolate of the cocoa. She’s thankful for the warmth from the drink to mask the flush on her face when Clary’s hand moves to rest over Izzy’s leg.

It’s fine. This is fine. She’s been closer to Clary during training and out in the field a dozen times, she can handle sitting close to her on a sofa for two hours.

Izzy’s fully prepared to pretend to care about the characters of whatever predictable romance is about to unfold, and while Izzy isn’t entirely wrong about the plot she finds herself surprisingly sucked into the character’s lives.

“Why won’t they just talk?!” Izzy asks out loud an hour into the movie.

“Because then we wouldn’t have such delicious miscommunication,” Clary smirks.

“But they like each other! This is so stupid, just TELL HER!” Izzy turns her frustration to the screen in front of them, trying to ignore the self-satisfied smile on Clary’s face at how invested Izzy has become.

Izzy, meanwhile, finds her own face pulling tight, her thoughts turning from the frustration of the characters in the movie to her personal frustration. Just tell her, Izzy thinks to herself with a brief eye roll. As if it’s that easy.

“Everything alright?” Clary asks beside her, catching Isabelle’s shift in mood almost immediately. Clary’s always so good at reading her. Clary knows her so well. Clary… Clary… “Isabelle?”

“This is so stupid,” Izzy mutters to herself.

“I mean, I know it isn’t the best, but-” “No, not the movie. The ‘not talking’,” Izzy tries again.

“Well, yeah, but that’s half the movie-” “Not the movie,” Izzy sighs, shifting on the sofa to face Clary fully. “Me. Not telling you… that I like you.”

Isabelle is almost afraid to meet Clary’s gaze after the confession, but she does, only to see Clary smiling softly back at her.

“About time,” Clary says.

Izzy’s eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“I mean, I didn’t know for sure, but I hoped… you were willing to watch this with me, after all,” Clary points out.

“Then why didn’t you say anything?” Isabelle asks.

Clary shrugs. “Why didn’t you?”

“The delicious miscommunication?” Isabelle offers with the slightest smirk of her own.

Clary laughs, loud and with a touch of relief. “Touche.”

“So… now what?” Izzy asks, and this time her question is no longer laced with the bad kind of nervous anticipation, but with the best, electric, skin-tingling kind in the universe. The uncertainty is gone, and she knows what lies ahead is going to be nothing short of, well, magical.

“Well,” Clary starts slowly, leaning in as she speaks. “We haven’t gotten to this bit of the movie yet, but I think this is the part where we finally kiss.”

Maybe there’s something to all these budding winter romances after all.

“My favorite part,” Isabelle says as she leans in to meet her.

#clary fray #isabelle lightwood #clizzy #shadowhunters #tmi #christmas fluff #i haven't written in ages #but i wanted to gift my spouse a little sapphic fluff so here we are

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saintminseok · 1 year

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Me after writing 2 lestappen fics, back to back and updating them one day after the other: "I'm a writer, I WRITE!"

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstappen #f1 #fanfics #fic writing #i haven't written in ages

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lesbianpepsi · 1 year

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the feminine urge to write a tara x reader fic is high asf rn

#tara carpenter x reader #i haven't written in ages #especially insert reader fic

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raychleadele · 1 year

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Found an old TAZ ficlet I apparently wrote like two and a half years ago, thought I might as well share it. The document is just titled "IDK Adult Angus."

“When did you get...old?” Taako asked, squinting at Angus.

Angus glanced up from the papers he was grading. “How do you mean?”

“Your hair’s going all streaky,” Taako replied, gesturing toward the silver lines forming around Angus’ temples. Angus just shook his head.

“I’m hardly that old,” he retorted.

“You humans,” Taako scoffed. “You all deny you’re aging until you’re practically on your deathbed.”

Angus shrugged, signing off on one paper and flipping to the next. “I’m still younger than Barry was when you met him,” he pointed out.

Taako contemplated the man in front of him. “You were practically a toddler when I met you.” Now, in appearance at least, Angus looked older than Taako was.

Angus ran his tongue along the edge of his upper teeth. “Yeah,” he muttered, “and you threw me off a train.”

Taako chuckled. “Only because I was about to do something rad with that train,” he pointed out. Angus smirked but didn’t look up from his work. “When did you stop calling me ‘sir’?” Taako prodded.

That question was enough to get Angus to finally set his pen down and furrow his brow. “Maybe around the time I had students young enough that they started calling me ‘sir’,” he speculated.

#taz #taz balance #taako #angus mcdonald #taz fic #my writing #i know it's not done but #magnus voice: it's not perfect but it's the best i could do #i haven't written in ages #thought looking over old wips might awaken something in me #so now you all get this since i'll probably never do more with it

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his-pair-of-spare-glasses · 1 year

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I write? Sometimes I do. Read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44357329

#ffxv #Ignoct #drabble #my writing #I haven't written in ages #and it's nothing magnificent #but at least I did something

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nyanykamito · 2 years

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After much back and forth finally posted chapter one for my final fantasy xv fanfic, story focuses more on Nifl and the empire. Something i feel like we didn’t get to explore in game. And story focuses on oc content yay!

#ffxv oc #ffxv #final fantasy xv oc #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #oc #Athywitchwrites #ffxv nifl #i haven't written in ages #i feel rusty as hell but i like writing #its not perfect but i have a story to tell so here i go #lowkey cried writing it #cried again reading it again and again

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aliceinclockland · 11 months

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do you think the moon gets lonely? there are lots of stars with her in the sky but she can only see them shine because they're all too far away for her to reach— too far that she won't even know if they all stopped shining until there are no more stars burning up the night sky.

"I'm kind of like the moon in that way... the only difference we have is I only wanted to reach just one. I only want to shine for one star, but it's the furthest star that ever lighted up my night sky, and I won't even realize that they all burnt out until it's too late. I'm kinda like the moon— alone and lonely."

#writing #vent #i guess i can call it a vent #it's more like a writing metaphor idk i feel like comparing myself the moon #it's how i feel atm im sorry if it's kinda sad #i haven't written in ages #i suck at writing #idk how to write anymore 😭

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bktkou · 1 year

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shoujo twt is doing wonders for writing inspo rn

#i haven't written in AGES #ya ok cee

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local-meme-lord · 9 months

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Happy Anniversary Ducktales 2017 fandom **Drops these memes and disappears for another year***

Everytime Mark steals shit from gryo

Yeahhh

#ducktales meme #ducktales2017 #dt17 #dt 2017 #ducktales17 #lauchpad mcquack #darkwing duck #drake mallard #gyro gearloose #mark beaks #lena de spell #webby vanderquack #lena sabrewing #ducktales #drakepad #ducktalesanniversary2023 #i haven't drawn or written in ages

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lesbian-kyoru · 25 days

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feeling incoherent about the last chapter of svsss vol 3 and particularly the sex scene—i knew Vaguely what to expect and was prepared but i was not prepared for how deeply? it would move me emotionally? the grotesque and painful nature of it was so perfectly suited to the story, and i love what it got across how excruciating and uncomfortable it is to be Known intimately by another person and submit yourself to being loved by them.

it's ultimately necessary and freeing to shen qingqiu to give himself up to that Ordeal, and the forced & ultimately fatal nature of it is what allows him to actually let himself want it. and for luo binghe, even without an awareness of what he's doing, it's very humanizing to be accepted so fully and wholly for the most uncontrolled, desperate, lonely version of himself. the line "luo binghe seemed to have found some small sense of security" really struck me, the juxtaposition between the recklessness paired with that gentle realization of safety.

the terror & discomfort of the scene don't feel undesired somehow, either physically or on an emotional level, like they're just an inevitable part of what it means for bingqiu to finally embrace each other—that the love is so strong that it's worth weathering the sheer intensity of it & being consumed by it. it all just felt like a super fitting microcosm of bingqiu's relationship of absolutely clawing and clinging to each other, despite the pain and insecurities it forces them to grapple with, both together and within themselves. it's all very bare and pink and bald-faced! gahhh!!!!

#svsss #bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #mxtx #i haven't written meta in ages so i am just word vomitting #i am fucked up!#zoe.txt

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strxwberrylemonxde · 2 months

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joker joker 😣🙏 please pleaseee

a/n: SKDNJS I'M FINALLY FREE TO ANSWER MY ASKS 😭 allow me to use this ask to insert some random headcanons of our favorite pookie bear while I work on the other joker fics I got for you 🤩 these are so bad im so sorry

There is something about the Joker that gives "DARRRRRLLINNGGGGG GUESS WHO JUST ESCAPED THE PSYCCHHHH WARDDD"

He would say this to Batman after escaping Arkham for the millionth time

Kicks feet and giggles

Someone please sedate me

I know damn well they had to put a muzzle on this man in Arkham because he bit someone for talking bad about Batman

It was Killer Croc 💀

I think this man loves sprinkles for some reason -- specifically rainbow sprinkles

Like he needs it on his ice cream or else he won't eat it

Like he would rob a store at gunpoint for rainbow sprinkles

And then go, “Oh nooo, I hope a big, bad, Bat doesn’t come and stop me” type shit 😭

Speaking of ice cream, I wholeheartedly believe Joker is lactose intolerant

Does he care?

Not in the slightest

He is guzzling milk, cheese, and ice cream at all times

He went to extensive lengths to smuggle in a picture of Batman into his cell in Arkham, but don’t ask him how he did it

You don't wanna know

He has a tattoo on his lower back a tramp stamp of the bat symbol

#i hope this was at least somewhat enjoyable 😭#i haven't written joker fics in AGES #kind of embarrassed of this 💀#🌻: lynn’s answers #🍯: freshly baked #🌙: midnight meadow runs #the joker #dc joker #batman x joker #joker x batman #joker headcanons #joker x reader #the joker x reader #dc comics #dc universe #batman #dc batman #batman comics

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ssaahthings · 5 months

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I aimed to help you, in return you helped me too. (Reciprocity)

Sometimes you noticed when things were off with Hotch, it seemed like a glitch in his armor. Specifically moments when you would hand him his coffee if it was out of reach, as he would move around any table the team was working at; walking and thinking. Your fingers would brush and his grip would tighten. It happened when you would squeeze by to step into the elevator at the office in Quantico, arms brush by, and he would freeze. It was never a noticeable thing, if anything it was only retrospectively apparent in those moments.

When it became clear to you, that he was likely touch starved, was when you needed to hold on to his arm to balance yourself because you had a rock stuck in your shoe; you felt his bicep flex under your fingers and heard his breath hitch yet when you casted a glance up at him he was focused on the squad cars parked in front of the crime scene you were needed at, your interest was piqued then.

After that you began noticing he would never partake in the physical camaraderie; Emily would hug and lean on JJ, Morgan would ruffle Reid's hair as he passed the genius and throw an arm around Penelope when she joined them from her office, and Rossi would pat their backs in a paternal manner when he spoke to them. Sure he had Jack, to hug and cuddle with but you deemed it was different with a father-son relationship, he most likely thought he was giving his son what he needed. Aaron Hotchner is selfless like that, one of the reasons you love him as much as you do.

For a while it was all observations and your heightened sense to notice patterns, especially when it was regarding the man himself.

You were already having a bad day today, the team had made a miscalculated judgement based on the competency of the officers in the local precinct, who were also ridiculing you as well as the whole of the team, but because of the past days, past week, past month it hit you harder than the rest of your coworkers. It's not like you don't know you can go to them with your troubles, considering they're also your closest friends, it's just hard to paraphrase it in a way that would make sense. It felt like everyone was going through something this time of year, but with the jobs you all had, there wasn't much else to do but move onward.

So here you were, standing next to Hotch who was holding a piece of gauze to his forehead from where the unsub's submissive partner, the team had failed to profile, struck him from trying to save the offender you were after. Your eyes roamed his face, his arms, his chest cataloging to make sure he wasn't harmed anywhere else. When you heard the paramedic say he didn't need to go into the hospital you sighed in relief and took some of the fresh pieces of bandages that had been placed beside him and offered to take over cleaning and bandaging him up, making sure he was okay.

"Y/N, you know you don't have to do this." You heard Hotch mumble, seemingly far away but still alert enough to be aware of his surroundings, always on guard like that.

You nod and smile softly and you say, "I know, but it's making me feel better to take care of you right now." You finish cleaning off the blood from his face, gently press the ends of the butterfly bandage in place, "There, good as new." You let him know you were done, squeezing his arm for nonverbal punctuation.

You notice again that he tenses and avoids your gaze, "Hotch? Are you okay?"

"Aaron?"

Still no response, you think back to when he got injured and you don't remember his arm being hurt, so then you start to remember all the other times he's tensed up and you remember all the evidence that leads to him being touch starved, you remember the time you had to physically lean on him for support.

But by the time you're ready to do something about it, he's already assigning tasks to the team and then it's back to the hotel. You have to stop by the precinct to wrap up and grab your work and personal belongings when you overhear some officer make a snide comment about you and your team, it puts you on edge and in order not to make things more complicated you keep quiet and leave for the hotel.

You're quiet and they all notice it, they see how your shoulders are tense and that you're not joining in on the conversation, and you fail to hear the others making plans for dinner or to notice how Hotch is acutely observing you, trying to piece together why you're feeling the way you are in that moment.

His room is on the same floor as yours, across from yours even, so when you walk up to your room and just stand there, Hotch is watching you from the doorway of his. He takes a step forward leaving the door open, observing you.

"Y/N?" Aaron spoke softly as to not disturb the quietness of the hallway.

You turned around and looked at him, he seemed to be concerned. "Hmm?"

"Are you okay? You've been off since we got back to P.D." His voice tender, eyes shining under the lights.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine, Hotch. Don't worry about me." You wave him off unconvincingly.

"You sure? Because you could come in and we can order room service for dinner, the others already left. You could consider it making things even for you patching me up." He vaguely gestures to his head.

That amuses you, so you smile and agree, crossing the way into his room, looking it over your eyes fall on the open windows on the opposite side, "You got a really nice view of the city, I just face the nextdoor building." You sigh dramatically, side eyeing him so he knows you're just teasing.

"Yeah, but I'm sure it's a great building." He retorts, "What would you like to eat?" holding the phone and menu card in his hand

"I think we've eaten enough around each other for you to know what my preferences are." You turn to face him, with a brow raised.

He huffs out a laugh and nods your way, afterwards placing your dinner order. It was a timid sense of normalcy, forgetting what the day trailed behind the two of you, your nerves come back so abruptly it it feels like a force knocked a breath out of you, and of course he notices it. He notices you.

"Y/N... I'm here if you want to talk about what happened. I noticed that you seemed a bit shaken up after we came back." He comments while moving to stand before you, the sincerity in his eyes gives you the illusion of making them brighter, and your heart clenches for him in affection.

"It's just... been a tough day, Hotch." You confess, keeping your eyes wide in order to combat the stinging behind them that you know means you'll start crying soon, "at first it was one of those days, you know? The kind that you just go through the motions, but ultimately you're alright in the end. And then I had to deal with those officers, they belittled me so much but I know with this job and being on this team, we have a duty to a sense of professionalism, so I kept my mouth shut, reserved. And then you-" You blinked and a rogue tear escaped, keeping your eyes closed for a moment while you let out a hushed, "I was so scared when I saw you get hit... It was hard to focus because I needed to make sure you were okay but we also had a job to do."

Your eyes begin to sting further with oncoming unshed tears, blinking rapidly to fight the sensation and giving up the fight to falsely show your resolve. With your view downcast you noticed one of Aaron's tells for when he was contemplating something; his thumb would move up and down his index and middle fingers. Up and down two times, switch, up and down two times more. Your mind begins to race, what could the eloquent Aaron Hotchner be contemplating saying or doing in front of, or to you.

Whatever it was you looked up and locked eyes with him, something unspoken passed and all you could do was nod your head minutely. Standing still, allowing him to make the steps to come to you, and to wrap his arms around you. One around your shoulders, and the other around your waist. You laid your head on his shoulder, face tucked between the crisp fabric of his shirt and the soft skin of his jawline. You took a deep breath, and wrapped your arms around him in return. Sliding your palms from his midsection, feeling the muscles ripple in their wake, to then connect your hands together in a lock.

"It's okay to asked to be touched, you know." He startles at the sound of your voice.

"I... It's been a while. Not since..." He trails off, knowing you would understand.

"I know, but it's okay, Aaron."

"How come you're the one comforting me now, I was supposed to be consoling you."

"Well, that's what partners do right? An equal give and take for what's needed," You inquire, "And don't think I didn't notice the subtle topic change, Mister."

"Oh we're partners, now?" He says playfully, giving your side a squeeze in further acknowledgement of what you said.

"Well yeah, I mean..." Trailing off when you feel a soft press of his lips to your temple, "Oh..." You breathe out.

"I was teasing you, Honey." He says with a chuckle. Clearing his throat he begins, "You know, I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to feel so much again, for someone, for you. Everyday I see you at the office in the bullpen, or in a precinct when we're away, or if I'm lucky enough to see you sleepy in hotels. Y/N, it feels like a second chance I'm not certain that I deserve."

You move to pull away, so you can look at him in his eyes when you say the words you heard unspoken, but his arms tightened around you, you smiled brightly.

"Aaron, love," You give him a squeeze for emphasis, he viscerally reacts to the term of endearment "I think we all deserve a second chance in life, in love."

After you're able to step back enough to press a kiss to his cheek, right where it meets the corner of his mouth. He gives you the privilege to see his blinding smile.

fyi: it's been a little while since i've written anything like at all but !!! i'm trying my best now to get to writing and post things because it's one of my favorite things to do ❤

this is for: @greg-montgomery @criminalskies @htchnr @ssahotchnerr

#aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner #i haven't written anything in ages help me #oh this is also friends to lovers #clingy!aaron #touch starved aaron #for rome 🌱#for fay 🌸#for katie 🤍#for aurora 💫#post ep 100 #aaron hotchner x reader #safe for gender neutral readers #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #or #aaron hotchner x female reader #or even #aaron hotchner x male reader

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steventhusiast · 3 months

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STWG prompt 31/1/24

prompt: visual prompt (two silhouettes on their bikes watching the sky at dusk, a shooting star goes across the screen)

pairing/character(s): steddie

Eddie has to admit that when Steve pitched this date to him he almost said no.

Biking through some off-road trail for forty five minutes to get to a pretty field and have a picnic under the stars? That sounds like hot and sweaty torture to him. And not the good kind.

But as he'd been about to say that to Steve, he'd made the mistake of looking at his face, and Steve seemed so excited. His eyes were practically twinkling as he told Eddie it's the best place to watch the sunset for miles, and that no one's ever there in the evening because it's so out of the way, and that it's far enough away that the stars are clear at night. How could Eddie say no after that?

So here he is.

Hot and sweaty, as predicted, even an hour after they've arrived at their destination.

But they're sat opposite each other on a picnic blanket, cross-legged with their knees touching they're so close. And Steve is smiling at him like he's the best thing he's ever seen. And the horizon is pink as the last of the sun goes down, casting a glow over them both. And Eddie swears he just saw a shooting star go past behind Steve.

If he was with anyone else, he'd wish on that star to never have to do that much exercise again. Or to not have to do the bike-ride back at least.

But he can't find it in himself to hate the idea of this date anymore, exercise be damned. He hates to admit it.. but he's enjoying himself. He always enjoys time with Steve- if he's there, smiling at him like this? Even if he has to exercise in the process, he'll be there.

So instead of his usual wish, he closes his eyes (and ignores Steve questioning what he's doing) and wishes that every date with Steve feels like this, no matter how long they've been dating or how mundane the activity.

When he opens his eyes, Steve is still looking at him, a subtle smile on his face.

#steddie #steddie drable #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #eddie munson #i promise i'm still here and alive just haven't written properly in AGES #life keeps getting in the way #stwgdailyprompt #dailydrabble #mywriting

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