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Thought FL was the only theater to have basin hook-ups in their theater restrooms :

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Attestato dell' accademia di specializzazione e avanzamento magico Caput Draconis - Evento LARP 2024, Cutrina

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★ heart to heart ❥ A. HOTCHNER.

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CW ➥ slight angst and comfort ⋆ super vague mention of tough cases ⋆ this turned out to be a little more heartfelt and sad/sappy than i intended ⋆ but it's got a sweet ending i swear ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

WC ➥ 1,2K. SONG ➥ heart to heart, mac demarco

SUMMARY ➥ after a tough case, you notice how heavy it weighed on Hotch. so you offer him something that usually comforts you just enough.

★ - © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 HTCHNR. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫! - ★

the plane is rather silent, besides the sounds of Hotch's pen scratching against paper, and you lightly crunching on whatever snack you had. the case was closed, the horror temporarily over. he was filling out the final paperwork for the case, writing down the last few details.

he let's out a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment, normally the paperwork didn't bother him this much, but now he was just exhausted.

he reluctantly opened his eyes, ready to get back to work when his view on the papers were obstructed by your hand holding a small box over it. he looks up, tired honey eyes meeting yours. "want one?" you ask gently, still holding out the small box.

he takes a look inside, finding the tips of what look to be very pale, pretzel sticks..? he can't read the front of the box, as it's pointed downwards. he looks back up at you. "what are they?" he asks, reaching into the small box. his fingers barely fit in the smal opening.

you smile softly, "pocky," you respond, watching him hold a stick in front of him.

he glanced at the stick, now that it wasn't in the box he could see that seventy five percent was covered in a thin layer of chocolate. "..pocky?" he repeats your answer.

you nod with a grin, tilting the box back to you as you grab two sticks. "it's a biscuit stick dipped in chocolate. though, not always milk chocolate. i've had some with a matcha flavoured white chocolate, and strawberry flavoured ones as well." he watches you as you crunch on the stick and explain.

"they've always been a sort of comfort to me, after cases like this." you add on, crunching on the second one.

he mentally shrugs, biting a piece off. hm, he thinks. by the second bite, he can see where the comfort comes from. "they're nice." he speaks up, eyes still on the case file as he finishes the stick.

nice? huh. not good, not 'okay', they're nice.

you grin, handing him the box again. a small smile sneaks it's way onto his lips as he accepts the offer, taking a few sticks this time. he places one between his teeth, almost like a cigarette as he bites off small pieces as the other two lay on the small table while returning his focus on the case file.

except, he finds it impossible to get back to the file. maybe it's because all he can seemingly think of is you sharing your comfort with him.

it's something that, now that he really thinks about it, he's never seen you without. he's barely paid attention to the sticks often between your teeth or between your fingers as you fill out case files after a hard case, or even, the now completely familiar packaging, in your hands or even sticking out of your jacket pocket.

he finds his brain jamming up at the thought. this was something so personal and intimate, that was completely your thing, that you had shared with him.

and he doesn't think he'll ever feel the same after.

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the next hard case you encounter leaves you exhausted, slumped forward over the paperwork on the comfortable plane seat. not only were your physically and mentally drained, you realised that somehow, you managed to end up without any pocky.

as an almost down to the words repeat of the last hard case, you close your eyes — overwhelmed by your exhaustion and your lack of comfort food.

by the time your eyes open, you find a familiar large hand holding an all too familiar little box above your paperwork. "need one?" Aaron's gentle voice sounds from beside you, purposefully quiet as somehow everyone else but the two of you had managed to fall asleep.

you look up from the paper, brows furrowed in slight emotion, eyes glittering. Aaron's breath hitches at your show of emotion, he hadn't noticed it had gotten that bad for you today.

you smile, nodding as you take out a few sticks, finding immediate comfort once you've bit off a half of one. "thank you," you mutter, eyes still glittering. Hotch thinks he might look the same if you won't stop looking at him with such admiration.

he leaves the small box on your paperwork, of course not without taking a few sticks himself. since you first shared them with him he's carried around a few small packs with every case, just in case. they'd become a major comfort for him as well. maybe not quite for the same reasons as they are for you, but a major comfort nonetheless.

you savour the comforting feeling spreading through you, the small snack now bearing a different kind of comfort with it — understanding. an understanding shared between the two of you.

you sigh, laying your head against his shoulder, folding the case file closed. his heart throbs at the motion, throbs in exhaustion along with you, throbs with longing. among other emotions he desperately wants to keep at bay.

maybe soon he'll tell you, open everything up and lay himself bear in front of you. but for now, the comfort of your soft, slowed breathing against his shoulder as you fall asleep is enough for him to slowly drift asleep himself, subconsciously rubbing soothing patterns into the back of your hand.

maybe it looks silly from others' perspectives, but the small box on the table has brought him more comfort than he's felt in a long while.

[break-a-neck]

I fr need subliminal users/makers to interact with me 😓

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>Dont mind him just laying there at the bottom of a river stream,Its not a busy day

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GRV Breaks Silence On Invasion Of Lagos Assembly

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GRV Breaks Silence On Ivasion Of Lagos Assembl The 2023 Labour Party, LP, governorship candidate in Lagos State, Gbadebo Rhodes-Vivour, has alleged an attempt to use the Department of State Services, DSS, to force the Speaker of the state Assembly, Mojisola Meranda, to step aside or resign. Rhodes-Vivour said the invasion of the Lagos State House of Assembly by DSS operatives was a major blow to…

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@mymothershumility sent in ❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜

Was she afraid? Donna wondered, as she forced herself to breathe slowly, deliberately, trying to keep the pain at bay as much as she could. Was this how it felt to die? Was she afraid of dying?

"Cousin is going to be really angry with me," she uttered, trying to ignore the metallic taste that filled her mouth, "he can be pretty scary when he is angry." It was meant to be a jest, but the look on Laira's face said it was not appreciated. Donna was being foolish again, she could hear Oliver saying. Laira had guards but they had not been there and Donna had and what she to do but defend her?

"I am not afraid...." she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the wetness as blood seeped into the new set of bandages. There did not seemed to be a way to stop the bleeding. 'I am sad,' she thought. She was going to miss them. There was so much she would not get to see.

"Sweetling?"

"Hmm?" she was so tired, so so tired.

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Vera GRV - Pobre Niña (Prod. Chus Santana) (Video Oficial)

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➻☆ MY MAJOR WIP LIST!

⭐️= fluff. 🫂= comfort. ❤️‍🩹= hurt/angst + comfort. 💔= angst + no comfort. 🔥= smut w/o plot. 💋= smut w/ plot. ✉️= request.

percentages are how far i've gotten!

kindly do not take these ideas! they are WIPs, so i am actively writing them. you can always ask if you could write something with a similar idea, but ask first. and if i say no, then respect that please!

AARON HOTCHNER.

༺★ anything for you , Aaron comes home late to find you asleep on the couch — you tried to stay up for him, but clearly were too tired. so he sits down beside you, telling you about his day when you wake up. ⭐️ 95%

༺★ i want you to give in , based on a scene where Hotch and Reid meet up to talk with a serial killer (Chester, s3 e14). Chester taunts the three of you, but due to some personal stress between you and Aaron, Hotch isn't having it, ready to jump Chester if the opportunity presents itself. 💋 60%

༺★ warm shoulder , you fall asleep on the jet against Hotch's shoulder. ✉️⭐️ 0%

༺☆ decency , based on s1 e22 where Elle is arrested, except now you were arrested in you underwear and detained. Hotch was on the phone with you while being detained so he rushes over. he's pissed when he finds you handcuffed to a table in your underwear. ⭐️ 0%

༺★ wash away the pain , based on this tiktok, Hotch comes home to find you sitting in the shower, with your clothes on hugging your knees. so he joins you, holding you until you're feeling better. ❤️‍🩹 0%

༺☆ mistakes like this , this was a mistake — is what you should be feeling. but the way he's thrusting into you, the way his hands drag and grip across your body feels too good for it to be a mistake. but you know damn well you'll at least partially regret this in the morning. 💋 0%

༺★ eyes up here , Aaron wearing grey sweatpants and you just can't keep your eyes off of him. ✉️🔥 0%

༺★ such a foul smirk , Aaron blowing his load on your face or chest, all while being the cockiest asshole ever. ✉️🔥 0%

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@ialwayswasthebest sent in "I've made a huge mistake."

There was a long silence as the man read the letter. Coatli had read it once, after Donna had settled within the walls of Hellholt, after Donna's hope withered away as she realized that the man she loved would not be coming for her.

"I've made a huge mistake."

It was in that moment that she saw some an emotion in his eyes that she could not and did not care to read. She promised to be civil and she was trying! Her own sisters would be proud of her, she had yet to shed any blood. One reason being that the man had yet to hurt Allison, but it would only be a matter of time before his true colors showed. The other being that she did not want to bring any more attention, Allison's appearance was more than enough.

Allison had pleaded and pleaded that she wanted to meet her father and instead of risking her going on her own, well, Coatli agreed to travel with her. Watching him read the letter Donna had so carefully saved, despite the horrible words that were written upon it, was a plus.

"We are not here for you to recognize Allison, nor asking for anything really, her mother did not know we were even coming here," she continued as he remained motionlessly starting at the letter, "Allison only wishes to know her father. Which is the least you can you do for her. "

Donna probably had received their letter by now that let her know where they were truly going.