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itssweeterthanfiction · 3 months
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Station 19 Spoilers
Um. Nobody prepared me for the amount of tears that would come with chief Ripley’s death.
Its 3am and I’m opening sobbing over a fictitious man and his would be wife 🥺
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I’m just gonna stop picking favorite characters cause maybe it hurts less that way
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honeypiehotchner · 16 days
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kiss her, you fool (Hotch x fem!Reader) -- one shot
Anyway I'm back in the fucking building again!!!! Listened to "Kiss Her You Fool" by Kids That Fly and had this one shot written in like an hour. The love for Aaron Hotchner never dies apparently
Summary: You're in the middle of spring cleaning when Aaron calls and says he forgot something at your place (he didn't).
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff! I just wanted to write some romance
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It’s the middle of the day and you’re in the middle of a cleaning frenzy when your phone rings for what looks like the third time. It’s Aaron.
“Hey! Sorry,” you laugh, grabbing the TV remote to pause your music, phone pressed to your ear with your shoulder. “I’m spring cleaning and clearly way too far in the zone. What’s up?”
“That’s okay,” you can hear him smiling as you readjust your phone in your hand. “Would it be alright if I stopped by? I think I left something there last night.”
You furrowed your brows, spinning around the living room. You definitely would’ve noticed if he left something here last night. You’ve practically turned your entire apartment upside down to clean it.
“Are you sure?” you ask, moving to lift the couch cushions for a third time. “What was it?”
“I’m not sure,” he says, which totally isn’t suspicious at all. “Can I just come look?”
“I mean,” you let out an awkward laugh. “I guess you can. I’ve been cleaning since this morning, though, so I think I would’ve spotted it, but—”
“I’ll be there in fifteen,” he says. “If that’s okay?”
You sigh, selfishly glad you’re getting to see him again, two days in a row. It feels like you’ve hit the jackpot. “Yeah, of course it’s okay.”
“Great, see you in a few.”
“See you,” you bite back your grin, ending the call. You turn the music back on, a little lower so you’ll hear him when he knocks.
You have no earthly idea what he could’ve forgotten. He had his phone and jacket in hand when he left. He never took his wallet or keys out of his jacket pockets, so they must’ve stayed there. Unless either of them fell out, but again, you feel like you would’ve noticed.
Whatever it is, he’ll either find it or realize it isn’t here. Regardless, you’re getting to see him again, so you’ll take it.
With his job, the days that you do see Aaron are typically one long day spent together here and there. Yesterday was an exception, a rare dinner mid-work week because he happened to be done at the office early and you were free, so obviously the opportunity was taken advantage of. It’s only been a few weeks of seeing one another, so you both take any chance you can get. 
Despite this, though, things have moved…slow. Slower than you expected because, to be frank, every guy you’ve been with has been quick and to the point. Not that you always minded that. Sometimes you wanted the same thing — quick, hot, heavy. But those days have since left you, and you went through a period of seeing no one, aside from one guy who left as soon as you said you were interested in moving slowly. 
It’s nothing against Aaron, but when he first introduced himself at your local coffee shop, you kind of assumed he’d be the same. It’s hard not to assume when everyone acted that way, and when the men who frequent said coffee shop don’t exactly have the best track record for being polite and respectful.
Aaron, though, took weeks to ask for your number, let alone to join your table one morning to sip his coffee — and even then, you offered him the seat; he didn’t invite himself. That alone was enough for you to agree to give him your number, and then to an official first date.
He kissed your cheek after the first date, your forehead after the second, and kept to those areas alone. You found yourself wondering if something was wrong with you somehow, but he wasn’t disinterested. Quite the opposite, actually, from how he held your hand and kept his arms around you, how he made sure you were safely inside your apartment before heading off, how he still texted when he arrived home to ask you if you were still safely inside.
Or when he had to cancel a date last minute, and sent flowers to your apartment in lieu of his presence. He apologized over the phone, but the flowers had an apology note attached too. And another apology when he arrived at your door four days later, fresh off the plane, with a real explanation of his job and why he didn’t have time to explain it all to you before he left.
Your friends think it’s a little crazy, that it’s been almost a month of dating and there hasn’t been a single kiss — “On the cheek doesn’t count!” they argue. You think it does. If anything, you’re just happy there’s no pressure.
The underlying anxiety is there, sure, of what if it never happens? But you can’t bring yourself to entertain the thought. Mainly because you want to kiss him so bad, you’re practically going to leap onto him one of these days.
You’re mid-dance when a knock sounds on your door and you jump, having forgotten Aaron said he would be here soon. You turn the music down as you head for the door, unlocking it to let him in.
He stands there in his usual dark suit, sans tie this time so the top buttons are undone, bouquet of flowers in hand and dumb smile on his face.
“What are these for?” you ask when he hands them to you. 
He steps inside and shuts the door, pausing to press a kiss to your forehead. “Because I wanted to.”
You give him a look, cheeks feeling warm. “If you keep doing this ‘because you want to,’ I’m gonna need to open a flower truck,” you joke, gesturing to the other vase of flowers sitting in your window. And there’s another in the bathroom. And one in your bedroom. 
“Just let me know what kind of truck you want,” he teases.
You press the flowers to your nose to hide your smile. “Oh, what did you forget? You’re welcome to look for it, but—”
He lets out a laugh, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I might have lied.”
“I knew you were, you idiot,” you swat playfully at his arm. You turn to head into the kitchen in search of another vase. “I got off the phone and paced around like what did he possibly leave here? I figured maybe your wallet or something, but I definitely would’ve found it earlier. You should’ve seen the living room this morning — I had the couch on its side and the coffee table in the middle of the hallway—”
You’re in the middle of rambling, digging around under the sink for a vase, when Aaron pulls you up by your hand, spinning you to face him.
“—it was a disaster trying to vacuum. Remind me never to do that unless you’re over here to lift all of it. I think I nearly—”
He’s smiling at you, and you don’t have a single moment to spare to register that he’s leaning in before his lips are on yours. 
You sigh into the kiss, pleasantly surprised to be interrupted in this way, and glad your hands are free so you can hold onto him. Maybe this is why it’s good he hadn’t kissed you yet — one second of it and you’re ready to collapse under the sweet weight of it all. His arms circle your waist to lift you up, and your arms circle his neck, keeping him close. As close as you’ve really wanted him.
When you finally break for air, it’s only to press your foreheads against one another’s, not wanting to move too far.
“Well,” you laugh.
“Technically,” he says, pausing to peck your nose, “that’s what I forgot last night.”
You roll your eyes. “You are so stupid.”
“Mm, just because it makes you smile,” he says, kissing your lips again, and again. “What are you doing tonight?”
“Ideally,” you pause, letting him kiss you again, “ordering dinner in and making out with my boyfriend until the sun rises. You?”
“You know, I was thinking about taking someone special out to dinner,” he pauses, pulling you closer again, “and then kissing her until she tells me to stop.”
“That could be forever, for all you know.”
“That’s fine with me.”
You grin and he kisses you again, pausing to say, “Sorry, I can’t help myself—”
“Trust me,” you move even closer, your eyelashes practically touching his cheeks when you blink, “you don’t need to apologize.”
He responds by kissing you some more, and more, until he’s lifting you into his arms and placing you on the kitchen counter. 
“Aaron!” you squeal, nearly crushing the bouquet. “Let me move the flowers at least!”
“I’ll buy you another,” he says, just a whisper away from kissing you again. 
“You know—” You have to pause in between words as he presses his lips to yours. “—I still have—cleaning—Aaron,” you giggle. “I need to put my apartment back together.”
“Do you?” he asks, relenting only slightly, his fingertips pressing into your lower back, keeping you against him. “Do you need help?”
“I do actually,” you chuckle, running your fingers through his hair. “The couch isn’t back where it was.”
He smirked. “I noticed.”
You tug on his hair slightly to tease him for that jab, only it lights a new spark behind his eyes. Your cheeks grow even warmer. “No, seriously,” you say. “It’ll stress me out if it’s not back in its spot, but then…”
He nods, kissing your lips. “Then we’ll get ready for dinner.”
“And then come back here for a movie?”
“We’ll see how much of the movie we actually pay attention to,” he smirks, eyes traveling all over your face. 
The urge to let him ravish you right now against the kitchen counter is so strong it nearly makes you lightheaded. But soon Aaron is helping you down, pressing another kiss to your forehead. 
“Did you get to vacuum under the couch all the way?”
“…kind of.”
“Come on,” he chuckles, pulling on your hand, leading you back into the living room. “Call me next time?”
“If I get kissed like that during spring cleaning then I’m doing it every day,” you reply, mostly joking. Kind of. “Fuck I forgot the vase for the flowers—”
Aaron kisses you to interrupt you once again. “One thing at a time,” he says.
The kissing doesn’t stop, and you never do get to vacuum under the couch. It can wait.
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roe-and-memory · 3 months
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i saw a tiktok about how men usually get their first flowers at their funerals and… it made me think…
imagine its race day, lightnings on the track, sallys in the pits, and she just. randomly gets the idea to get him flowers. its sudden, an abrupt urge to just go get them Right Then, so she tells the crew she’ll be right back and slips out of the pit and infield, and finds the nearest flower shop.
lightning likes flowers because she does, he’ll listen to any of her botany rambles any day, even if they dont make much sense - but hes gotten her flowers hundreds of times and shes never returned the favour. she picks the ones with the most meaning, the ones that mean i love you in every way no matter what, the ones that remind her of him. when shes successfully created a bouquet of flowers that is him in any way you can think, she buys a card. and she writes him a love letter. she names every flower she put in the bouquet and what they mean. and she tells him how much she loves and adores him, and how she’ll always love him more than anything. she adds a couple cheesy compliments in there too, seals it up, and makes it back to the track just in time to watch him take the checkered flag; he wins the race.
they meet in victory lane, and she hands him the flowers first (keeping the note safely in her bag until she can give it to him when its quieter) and. just imagine him standing on top of his car, hands thrown in up in the air in celebration, with the flowers clutched in one hand and the bottle of champagne in the other and and. god i love them
she gives him the card later that night when everythings quieted down — docs outside the motorhome drinking a beer with strip, and the crew is working on the car and getting the garage cleaned up — so its just them. with the flowers safely in a cup on the kitchen counter, she pulls it out of her bag, hands it to him, and gently prods for him to read it then.
hes not the emotional type, its been drilled into his head by a couple different people that hes not really supposed to cry, but its a great improvement when he tears up a little bit while reading it. she cant help but smile because god. isnt she lucky?
when he finishes reading it, he wipes his eyes with the back of his hands and ushers for her to come closer and they end up cuddling on the couch (doc finds them about an hour later, curled up together, sound asleep. he throws a blanket over them and leaves them be)
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applecidersstuff · 8 months
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"Many boys will bring you flowers.
But someday you'll meet a boy who will learn your favorite flower, your favorite song, your favorite sweet. And even if he is too poor to give you any of them, it won't matter because he will have taken the time to know you as no one else does.
Only that boy earns you heart."
But the boy she chose knew what she truly wanted, he remembered her words and secret innermost desires. He helped her return home and break free from her cage…
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abby-howard · 1 year
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Part 2 of my 2023 hourlies; Part 1 here!
---CW family death (not sad)---
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tearwolfe · 2 months
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this anon is so thinly veiled but have you ever. have you ever drawn shizuku...I just think she would look so gorgeous in your style
the closest i've gotten to drawing shizuku was this drawing i made for edelgard (TH) of my tsukasa cat (pegasus) and her shizuku bunny (sylvie)
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i should probably draw shizuku sometime.. i do like her a lot
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wednesdayday · 8 months
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jere’s gf should get an oscar for directing and editing cause it’s really artsy and thought through and that couldn’t have been him
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commsroom · 2 years
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i love to think about the ways eiffel is willing/able to take up physical space for hera when she can’t. i think... with eiffel and hera and minkowski staying together post-canon, one thing that might start to really bother hera is that, like. she doesn’t have any stuff. she doesn’t even have herself to be there in the house, really, not physically. and unlike with the hephaestus, a house that is actually meant to be a home, a place that is designed for human life, is always full of reminders of the people who live there. so i want to think that she expresses this to eiffel and he starts picking up stuff he thinks she’ll like just to put it on the shelves and around the house, so it’s her house too. and she thinks it’s kind of silly at first because it’s not like she can really interact with most of it, but. then she sees all of her stuff mixed together with eiffel’s on the shelves and it’s like this constant reminder that she exists in the world, that she has an impact on it and a place in it. and that does make her feel a little better.
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no okay we can get some mileage out of 'interested parties witnessing the Dark Matters broadcast'
Alessandra Strong. spends two years thinking Juno walked to his death in the desert 'cause he never did manage to reach her in Long Way Home. and then there's this fuck-off Dark Matters press conference airing on every channel everywhere.
and her wife's in the other room having Noped halfway through the speech on account of having Seen Some Shit and deciding it wasn't worth the number it would do on her ptsd, but comes running back in bc all she can hear is alessandra yelling at the monitor JUNO???? JUNO STEEL. JUNO STEEL WHAT IN THE GODDAMN HELL. HOW. HOW THE FUCK DO YOU MANAGE THIS. WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS.
her wife: 'the fuck. is that that lady? oh no this is gonna do a number on your ptsd. your weird presumed-dead sort-of not-ex is a space pirate? omg is he seriously about to do a bit cause the director kinda looks like she thinks he's OH HUH THE SCREEN JUST WENT BLACK. welp. jfc not this fucker again. honey listen to me. you're not helping him. whatever's going on you're not helping him. you literally lost part of your hand last time you did that. you were gone for a week and you straight-up did not come home in one piece. that was an extremely bad time for both of us.'
alessandra: 'I FUCKING KNOW OKAY. doesn't matter. he's gonna die there, he's not gonna do it, those people are his friends. did you see his face he looked like he was gonna be sick. he’s never gonna - shit. they’re gonna take him out.’
her wife (who is maybe uh suuuuuper disillusioned with the solar authority after being stuck as a pow in the outer rim for years bc they couldn't get their shit sorted): 'hey. hey. nah come on they wouldn't have cut the cameras if they thought they had this one under control. good for him tbh? i mean. fuck dark matters, right? that speech was some bullshit. that's off the fucking deep end. shit. i'm invested now. we'll keep an eye out for how they spin this okay? hey maybe he'll turn up again in two years somewhere even weirder.'
alessandra: 'you're not funny'
her wife, who is funny: 'yes i am'
alessandra ‘my wife isn't nice but she's pretty and smart and tough and funny’ strong: 'yeah. yeah you are'
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unnamed-atlas · 5 days
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Oh god the Joel obsession has hit Iskall as well
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Rewatching Love between fairy and devil for emotional support reasons.
I still can't forgive whoever translated the title from something like "Orchid's farewell" to love between fairy and devil. She is not a fairy and he is not a devil.
Anyway ep2. How good the actors have been for the body switching??? XiaoLan is a complete airhead (I love her) and when they switch body you see all her silly reactions in the body of this dark lord. Peak comedy. Meanwhile Dongfang Qingcang is so done from the very beginning. And you can see it's still him when they body switch and XiaoLan's body is all straight and serious
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alghulnyssa · 3 months
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ok I love ray now I do. but I did not like him back in s3 of arrow and I still think I was right (all things considered it makes sense he wasnt at his best). but DAMN the stuff he was doing to felicity at the beginning of the season was definitely crossing some lines what was up with that
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dawningfairytale · 2 years
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rtc headcanon: constance never gets cold but always wears a sweater and brings an extra because her best friend is a stubborn ginger who's built like glass and the rest of the choir isn't much better
#ride the cyclone#rtc#constance blackwood#constance rtc#i'm projecting on my beloved (also does not feel cold)#ocean o'connell rosenberg#she uses her allowance to buy them from the mall and she has stacks and different styles for each member#she gets noel solid black ones and dramatic sleeves#ocean's are solid soft colours and dainty flower designs#ricky's are massive cats and centrepieces#mischa's are plain Stereotypical Boy Colours#but she added some embroidery taking from ukrainian patterns in the bi colours#penny's are ugly christmas sweaters with lace and plastic jewels sewn on (which she adores)#and constance adds designs to some of them because she's an embroidery bitch and she likes to make them unique!!!#a tangible way of showing her care#when she starts hanging out with ocean she starts wearing sweaters more#her parents who know she only wears long sleeves below 0F are like why#but then they realise its for her bestie#ricky seems like he'd be responsible so he mostly keeps his at home and wears them of his own accord#constance needs to force ocean's on her#she has to tackle penny#noel is like eh sure this is cute and my style thanks constance *glares at ocean to put hers on*#i think mischa has the second highest cold tolerance so he doesn't like to admit he ever gets cold#but one day in january he was fucking freezing#and constance silently handed him the one she made for him#(she had extra time)#and he notices the embroidery and the man starts tearing up a little#because how did she know??????#the answer is bi solidarity#tw swearing
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mestos · 5 months
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haibara in m26 offhandedly says "you really love to make women wait, kudo-kun" with the fondest smile on her face which single handedly rewired my brain chemistry.
i have been playing around w the idea so much but i love to imagine if he ever heard that it bothers him way more than it normally should. like its said tenderly which confuses him but also theres a slight backhanded edge to it that bothers him. and i love to imagine that when (the hows are irrelevant) he gets his shit together in CA he does not wait.
like, he does not waste any time waiting for perfection anymore. out of breath, sweat down his jaw and glasses lopsided, confesses immediately. takes her hand if she doesn't believe it. kisses the back, says her name, does it with a gaze both desperate and full of resolve that she can't argue with it.
conan. is done making people wait for him, and he makes sure haibara knows that
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leemarkies · 1 year
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being the eldest daughter or just child in general is hell on ur parent’s bday
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I made a post about my anniversary on Facebook.
It was really nothing special or particularly detailed. Literally just a picture from our wedding and a 2-sentence caption saying how great my husband is in very general and pretty cliche terms (great husband, father, and human being, I’m so lucky).
A woman I never knew very well, who I have not seen in 5.5 years or spoken to in as long, and who has literally never reached out to me just to talk or anything, took the time to send me a MULTI-PARAGRAPH MESSAGE about how I should be more thoughtful towards other people and only tell my husband how great he is privately to his face. Why? Because she has had ups and downs in her own 5-year 4-child marriage, and this morning she had a fight with her husband, so when she saw my status it was extremely hurtful and she can’t stop sobbing and can’t focus or go about her day. She suggested I should only use Facebook for “kiruv and Torah” from now on.
Woman that is. That is so clearly a YOU problem I can’t even. If you can’t comprehend that a cheery post on one’s anniversary does not mean the person has never had a disagreement with their spouse, if you think no one is ever allowed to mark a special occasion where other people can see it because maybe you and your spouse argued today, that is a YOU problem and you should probably get off social media for your own health. It’s not like I’m constantly posting every single time my husband does something nice for me about the specific thing he did and reminding the Internet every other day about how awesome he is. I literally post about him like ONCE A YEAR. This year I’m gonna get really wild and make it twice to congratulate him on his white coat ceremony. If “I’ve been married X years and I like my husband” in public once a year is enough to send you into a day-long spiral, you should absolutely address that, but from YOUR side, not the person who you can just unfollow or even block on social media if their infrequent content is that triggering for you (especially considering you’ve never bothered to keep in touch otherwise, it’s not like you’d be missing anything!). Don’t blame me for your inability to understand that social media is just part of the picture of someone’s life or for your shalom bayis problems.
Why the f am I dealing with this at 4am (cuz I’m up nursing and when this girl messaged me for the first time in 5.5 years I was expecting something actually nice and not an essay on how I ruined her day by making a generic happy post, so I opened it)
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