Title: Aren't We Aging Well? Fandom: Grey's Anatomy Pairing: George/Izzie Rating: PG Notes: Day 2! Zomg, Lee, it's Gizzie! In current timeline! And yay for titles that don't really apply.
Well I'll just be over here loving you, if you need me. Like to wash your clothes or cook you real food (just because I don't eat it, doesn't mean I couldn't mold it into shapes and put it on plates).
And even though he’s sliding his fingers along the creases of the paper, never looking up from it, she doesn’t stop thinking that this is about her. That this anything more than the same bullshit that’s been gluing them to this spot for weeks.
Perfect. So perfectly realistic.
she wraps her arms around his shoulders, and he leans his face into her neck, her lips against his cheek, his hands sliding around her waist, his palms resting on her back between the flaps of her open dress, and the hold on.
Lovely image.
they’ve somehow made their way back into the fray. George is right. He cannot repeat this year. Izzie only hopes that he will find her again somehow in the next.Ooooh! Deep and amazing
( ... )
Please to be molding my food into shapes always. Because that made me snort laughing this morning at work.
And I just can't do what you do and write a fic a day every day always. I'd be tapped out completely very quickly. Right now, I don't know how I'm going to make it through July.
But I thank you just the same.
And I thank you for not mentioning the 23098 typos in this fic. *headdesk*
What a lovely little fic! Have you posted this over on george_izzie? (I'm sorry if I'm crashing a party with this comment -- I found your story via a random fic search on Google.)
I absolutely love this. I wish I'd gotten some sleep recently so I could leave a better comment, but I definitely love this. It was beautiful and sweet and a perfect kind of angsty. Great job!
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And even though he’s sliding his fingers along the creases of the paper, never looking up from it, she doesn’t stop thinking that this is about her. That this anything more than the same bullshit that’s been gluing them to this spot for weeks.
Perfect. So perfectly realistic.
she wraps her arms around his shoulders, and he leans his face into her neck, her lips against his cheek, his hands sliding around her waist, his palms resting on her back between the flaps of her open dress, and the hold on.
Lovely image.
they’ve somehow made their way back into the fray. George is right. He cannot repeat this year. Izzie only hopes that he will find her again somehow in the next.Ooooh! Deep and amazing ( ... )
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And I just can't do what you do and write a fic a day every day always. I'd be tapped out completely very quickly. Right now, I don't know how I'm going to make it through July.
But I thank you just the same.
And I thank you for not mentioning the 23098 typos in this fic. *headdesk*
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I don't typically post in comms, mostly because I'm old and lazy at this point. But I might pop this over there, if I get a chance.
I'm so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks again!
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But thank you for reading! I'm glad you liked it!
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Thank you so much for reading! Even a sleep-deprived comment is very much appreciated! XD
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