#and he’s like 15 years older than me and recently divorced

[gingerbeardmansim]

Ace's brother Stuart was at the cafe when he arrived. Stuart was quite a bit older than Ace, almost 10 years older. They were never really that close, but they were supportive of one another. He and his wife Lillian had been married since right out of High School. They had two kids, Brandon who was 15 and Emma who was 8 now.

Stuart was a detective for San Myshuno for several years and recently was accepted at San Sequoia PD as the Head Detective.

STUART - "Ace, I think my marriage is done!"

ACE - "WHAT!??"

STUART - "Yes, Lil said she wanted a divorce. She wants me out of the house!!"

ACE - "But, but... WHY?"

STUART - "Well, about two years ago I met this girl at the precinct. She was a cadet. I became her mentor and well, one thing led to another and..."

ACE - "You slept with her? Stuart!!"

STUART - "I did, and it is still going on, Ace. Lil found out somehow, and now she wants me gone! I need you to talk to her. She respects your opinion. You have to do something!"

ACE - "ME do something? It sounds like you already did enough. I am sorry Stuart. I have always been in your corner, but not this time. You need to work this out with her. I am really sorry brother."

[unohanabbygirl]

In response to your most recent ask, there’s also a third option where Luke and Aemond get together, get married and have a few kids but in this scenario Luke gets therapy and begins to work through his trauma and shame, and in doing so accepts that his relationship with Aemond is built upon sexual violence. His therapy allows him to understand different forms of sexual assault and violence so that when Aemond reads his diary and confronts him, Luke seeing his husband vehemently deny what happened was rape finally pushes Luke to divorce him. He won’t be gaslighted by Aegon into thinking he and Aemond are fated, nor will he allow Jace to erase the happiness and pleasure Luke found in his life with Aemond. It may take 15 years or 30 but he finally is able to accept the different shades of violence and trauma done to him, and he is strong enough to leave.

Never before did I stop to think of this outcome and I have to say its the most realistic/likely option of them all. So allow me to turn this into my usual mini fic/ramble 😈

While coming to accept himself as is through years of work both in and out of therapy isn’t a walk in the park, it’s worth it in the end. Luke no longer keeps things bottled up and instead has taken to journaling as well as long talks on the phone with both Cecil and the rest of his buddies he met while in juvenile about woes that only they could understand as men who experienced similar childhoods that managed to survive it all. He’s taken on a multitude of hobbies as a reminder to himself that he’s deserving of things that make him happy outside of his attachments to other people. And best of all? Comes to know himself as his own person. Not Rhaenyra’s son, Jaces brother or Aemond’s true love, but Luke Rivers.

Group therapy is one of those things that help him finally reach this epiphany he’s been on the road to touching for some years now. Taking with people of all ages from different backgrounds and identities about the abuse they’ve faced at the hands of both people they didn’t know as well as those they loved. It’s hard coming to terms with the fact that his love with Aemond was built off of none other than a lie. How his husband, the man he promised his life to, so easily fell into bed with him knowing he wouldn’t have wanted it if his memories had been intact. But even so, he accepts and forgives, not for Aemond but for himself and their children. The children who Luke did everything he could to protect from the horrors and abuse he faced throughout his life. Children who would’ve been left to rot in the system if he followed both their mothers suggestions and got a surrogate.

(Luke personally feels surrogacy is more often than not built on taking advantage of vulnerable woman in need of money while Aemond simply doesn’t like any of the candidates except for Helaena who offers happily but Luke denies her too. Mind set on helping an older child without a home.)

However, forgiveness doesn’t equate to forgetting. Luke forgives Aemond simply because hating him would only drain his spirit and send him into a state of regression. Once again that 17yr old kid who was failed by so many adults and felt that the world itself was out to get him. Luke can’t be that boy again, its unhealthy for him and his children to fall back into that dark place.

He and Aemond still have a happy marriage; they cook together, do date night three nights a week, watch movies, snuggle, frequent pillow talk, and have a very healthy sex life. Though Luke begins to pull away from certain activities in the bedroom (hair pulling, name calling) that his road to recovery has helped him realize he was doing not because he liked it, but because its what years of sexual abuse instilled in him. Though this isn’t to say he’s anti-kink because their little breeding kink is still going strong 20 years later, but I digress.

Their youngest child is getting ready to leave the nest for her first year of university when Aemond confronts him. Luke is scrolling through furniture catalogs on his laptop because his daughters decorating skills are severely lacking and he refuses to leave her all alone in Dorne with an ugly, nearly empty apartment to call home. When his husband walks in with the journal in hand and a heartbroken look on his face and Luke knows what their conversation is going to be about. He just wishes he had more time to prepare for it.

Luke would be lying if he said he wasn’t surprised that Aemond denied the sexual experiences they shared in their youth were rape. Though a better man than he once was, Aemond is incapable of seeing their relationship for what it truly is. A man who refused to let go to the point where he felt Luke’s own right to bodily autonomy was least important so long as he managed to “win” him, and a boy who remained at his side because Aemond was the first man to ever be gentle with him. Taking advantage of that fact and using it to lock him down. It’s disheartening, listening to his husband give every bullshit reason in the book as to how their relationship wasn’t built on deception. Even full-on ignoring Luke as he reads out the literal dictionary definition of rape by deception. Its the last straw for Luke to say the least. Sending Jayne Snow a text asking for the number of a good divorce lawyer because he refuses to let this relationship continue on if Aemond is going to deny his wrongdoing when all Luke has ever done is list his own.

To say the entire family (except lucemonds kids because they don’t even have a quarter of the trauma those fuck-ups do and are more mature when it comes down to it) are in shambles is an understatement. Its almost like the dance all over again, two sides divided as they all try to tell Luke what his future should look like. Aegon is doing everything in his power to remind Luke of the fairytale ending that he and his brother worked so hard for while Jace is going off about how he knew marrying and Aemond and starting a family wasn’t the right choice. Alicent is heartbroken and Egg is jumping for joy because it’s always been ‘fuck Aemond’ on his end, while Rhaenyra (who is very supportive because whatever her baby wants is the right choice) is nervous as hell because this will likely cause a break in the family.

Had Luke still be in his early twenties, newly married and in the process of adopting their first son, he may have crumbled and listened to Aegon about fairytale endings. Thankfully, Luke is in his forties now, all of his children are grown and he’s healed enough to know he deserves better than to remain in such a situation. He won’t let Aegon guilt him into going back to his little brother just as he wont let Jace convince him that creating his family was a mistake.

I can see Aemond refusing to sign the papers for well over a decade. Insisting that Luke is being irrational and begging for someone to talk sense into his husband so they can have their happy home back. Misses holding him at night and their silly back and forth with crude words that in their own unique way are declarations of love, but Luke refuses on the basis that he’s strong enough to know he deserves his peace.

It isn’t until their eldest grandchild who’s around eighteen (also adopted because there’s 400,000 children in the foster system who deserve a loving home) confronts his grandpa and tells him of his own encounter with an older guy who deceived him into a sexual relationship when he was 13. Helps him understand that rape isn’t always being held down by some disgusting stranger. It can seem like consent, especially to someone who’s only ever associated sex with bruised skin and blood, yet it’s still rape in spite of what soft words and pleasures they shared during.

This is the dam that sends in the flood.

A few weeks later Luke is unpacking in his new home. It’s nice, four bedrooms, three bathrooms with a small library and a nice pool but still very warm and cozy. He moved to Essos only weeks ago, Lys specifically, and this is the first time in his life that he’s been on his own. Free as a bird and ready to gain good experiences on his own. He may not be in his prime, teetering on retirement age, but he’s still young enough to meet new friends and create new memories. No romance though, despite all three of his daughters trying to hook him up. He wants to be alone, know himself without the pressures of another man’s happiness on his back. Luke just wants some alone time with Luke, and regardless of what his parents, children, siblings of grandchildren say, he’s going to get it.

He’s going to walk around in his underwear, start his garden that Aemond never really seemed to want to participate in, cook new meal’s he’s always been excited to try out, and buy some…adult toys now that he doesn’t have to worry about one of the kids opening his packages because they’re nosey as hell or Aegon’s over grown ass doing the same whilst using it as a means of cracking on him.

After he opens and puts away his last box Luke pours a nice glass of wine. Its more sparkling cider than anything but it relaxes him nonetheless. Luke is about to rent a movie when he gets a text from his layer about meeting tomorrow as Aemond Tully-Rivers, at the age of 57, has finally signed the divorce papers after years of court drama.

Luke doesn’t cry tears of joy or call everyone he knows is on his side to gloat. Instead, he sends Aemond a text telling him that despite it all Luke knows he’s a loving man. Thanking him with a promise to be back in Kings Landing for their youngest grandson’s first birthday next month.

Once Luke hangs up he goes out to his pool and puts his feet in the warm water, watching the sky turn colors as night falls.

For the first time in his life Luke can finally say he feels free.

[laurrelise]

so plot twist on my old deleted account i actually posted about fnaf a lot and i recently discovered a saved post of a bunch of headcanons of mike and abby schmidt and upon rereading them i realized kinda like them so im dropping them here !! :D

(i know most of my mutuals are umbrella academy related so sorry about that)

mike is absolutely a cat person. the only reason they don’t have a cat is because he was too embarrassed to look “un-manly” and buy one himself. he found one outside at one point, and kept trying to get abby to want to take it in and keep it, but she didn’t really want a pet to have to take care of so mike just let it go. mike leaves leftover food outside for it when he remembers, and stops and spends time with it when it’s lingering outside his porch.

he likes to surprise abby with new toys, even if he doesn’t have the extra money for it. her favorites are dragon action figures and stuffed animals (polar opposites ??) and he finds cool smaller ones at the dollar store. she can tell the difference, but pretends not to notice to make mike feel proud of himself. she also likes them, anyways.

mike drinks a lot of water. he drinks almost nothing but water. he very rarely drinks alcohol because he was invited to a high school party at one point, got super drunk, then jumped on a pool table and tried to do a backflip. he broke his leg and was humiliated, and vowed that he’d never drink again. (not completely true, because he goes for a beer once in a blue moon, but it’s so rare that it barely counts.)

him and abby have a 15 year age difference, but she takes care of him just as much as he takes care of her. when he’s super tired after work, she reminds him to brush his teeth before he goes to bed. she brings him a blanket when he falls asleep on the couch. she grabs his keys when he leaves them on the dining table, the kitchen counter, his nightstand, or her dresser, and puts them on the coat hooks so he’ll never lose them. she picks up on when he’s having really really hard days, and even though it’s hard for her, she eats for him.

(i’ve realized this one really isn’t canon, but i don’t care, it’s cute and i want it) mike has curly hair. abby doesn’t. neither does their mom, or their dad, or their little brother, garrett. (he’s older than abby, but shut up and let me have this) abby is jealous of mike’s curls. so, reluctantly, mike taught himself how to curl hair. he found a cheap curling iron at the convenience store down the street from their house and practiced on himself, burning his hands like crazy, and hiding it from abby. the first time he successfully curled her hair, she gave him the biggest hug and ate her entire dinner without having to be begged.

mike loves cleaning. he hates waking up early, but he doesn’t mind when he gets to turn on his music and spend an entire morning cleaning the house. he also really loves his music. he loves divorced dad rock. nickel back, green day, smash mouth, the black keys, etc. he loves putting a cd (he burned some illegally, abby helped him) into his boombox and blasting it at 7 a.m. he’ll walk into abby’s room, nodding to the music and singing along confidently, waking her up and laughing with her when she makes fun of him. but, still, she helps him clean.

abby is really good in school. she has to be, because mike is a bit of a bumbling idiot when it comes to math and english etiquette. the last time she asked him for help on her homework, even though it was just simple multiplication, mike ended up staring at the page for ten minutes before calling his neighbor to ask if she could help because he was “busy”. (he was bored out of his mind, but he couldn’t figure out what 36x5 was, and was too embarrassed to admit it.)

mike loves sweets, but he prefers his coffee bitter. he has a chocolate stash that he keeps on top of the kitchen cabinets for when abby is really good. he also has it because chocolate is his #1 craving when he wakes up in the middle of the night.

mike loves when abby draws him. sometimes, he’ll find her looking at him while she’s coloring, and he’ll hold the pose for as long as he possibly can to be a useful reference to her. he will never criticize her art. drawing is abby’s comfort place, so even when he’s so upset with her that he could rip his own hair out, he would never even think to insult her artwork.

mike despises shopping. in fact, he despises spending money, which is mostly due to the fact that after his mom died and dad left, he’s never had much of it. and he hates the fact that he has to give so much of it back to a government that hates him. so, to make up for it, he prefers thrift stores. not goodwill, essentially a corporate office that helps no one but it’s filthy rich CEO, but small, local thrift stores. the kind that are always filled with volunteers, whose profits exclusively go to keeping the shop running and a small cause, like dental care for youth in Guatemala or starving kittens who would be put down without proper funds to keep them alive. he likes knowing that his money is going to a good cause, even if he hates handing it over.

mike does, however, love picking out the clothes. he scours through the kids’ section for the brightest pairs of overalls, t-shirts, cardigans, skirts, and sneakers. he loves the look on abby’s face when he finds her a pretty sundress, because the smile that so rarely appears is filled with such innocent bliss. for himself, however, he moves as quickly as possible. he pretty much exclusively wears old hoodies, sweaters, jeans, and work boots. as long as it’s comfortable and in a size medium, it works for him.

anywho thanks for reading :3

[redmanjc-blog]

The Only Road Left

As I stopped in my tracks to gather my breath and rest my weary legs, I looked behind me to gauge how much I had climbed, and how much more was left. To my left was a wooden sign, topped with a thin layer of snow. I squinted my eyes, trying to pierce the darkness and read what was on the sign, “Seorak Mountain, 9km until peak,”  I sighed.

Frigid winds cut across my face, drying my chapped lips and sending me into a shiver. Sore legs, heavy breath, back pain from carrying 12lbs of hiking supplies—I just wanted to shut down, like a deflated balloon, calmly resigning its way to the floor. At that moment, I couldn’t help but think, “Why am I here?” Naturally, my eyes followed the upward path I would have to walk, and at the end of it was my dad, his back facing me, “Oh, that’s why.”

My dad and I always had a quiet relationship, even before the divorce. Even after it, when me and my brother began living with him, things remained the same. Aside from formalities like school events or if there was some emergency, we rarely did anything together. To remedy this, in my early teens, I used to ask my dad out to activities. But even though we watched many movies and played many games, I always felt like he’d rather be somewhere else; always checking his phone, giving me half-replies. To be fair, this was typical of a father-son dynamic in Korea, but it was disheartening for me. Eventually I stopped bothering him.

Recently, our conversations had lengthened, but it was only because my college admissions were coming up. The conversation rarely escaped the topic of my education. So it was a surprise when he approached me after I’d trudged home from studying for the SAT and writing college essays, and cautiously invited me to go on a hike. Stressed and tired, I couldn’t imagine subjecting myself to that activity, especially in January, but when I looked at my dad, all I could say was, “Yes.”

A week later, I found myself on a bus at 1 a.m., with my dad and his friend, both of whom were trying to find some sleep, while I, plagued with insomnia, just looked out the window, mentally preparing myself for the journey to come. Outside, the only thing visible in the dark were the passing streetlights, whizzing by like a meteor shower slicing through the sky. A meteor shower, like my star-studded family, all of whom graduated from universities like Harvard, Stanford, or Columbia.

The hike would look like this: by 3 a.m. the bus would arrive at the mountain and our ascent would begin. 5 hours later we would reach the summit, at which there would be a cabin where hikers could cook food and rest. After that, we would begin descending, and by 5 p.m. we would reach the bottom, eat dinner, then get on a bus and head home. A 15 hour hike in total. Typically this journey would be made within two days, but for whatever reason my dad decided that we were going to make it in one. “Easy,” I joked. It was the sentiment I had in my first year of boarding school, when all the doubts about studying in a foreign country were put to rest with all the As in my first semester report card.

The hike began at an enthusiastic pace. In 3 a.m. pitch darkness, the hiking group, some 40 people, all wore headlamps to light the path before them. It felt like I was an astronaut, exploring a distant planet, and the many flashlights that spotted the darkness were the stars. My enthusiasm was also abetted by the fact that I was racing ahead of my dad and his friend. Two veterans of the mountain, hikers of some 25 years, being smoked, by me. “I guess you can't beat youth,” I thought.

Within 40 minutes I was humbled. Veterans of the game for a reason—while my lungs were burning away, my dad and his friends had barely broken a sweat. 20 excruciating minutes later, we had our first break, and all I could think about was going back down and getting a ride home. What held me back was the sight of hikers older than my dad casually laughing and talking as they breezed past me. Shame. The same shame I felt when I dragged myself home from boarding school with a new status: highschool dropout. 

The next couple hours were a haze. One foot in front of the other—no other thought crossed my mind. Crunch–the sound of dead leaves being crushed under my foot–crunch–provided a beat for my body to follow–crunch. The harsh January winds opposed me at random intervals.  During my trek I never looked up because, aside from not being able to see anything in the morning darkness, to see how much was left was to despair. But unfortunately, with the night and its stars retreating, and the sun awakening, the infinite path of rugged rocks and twisting turns became unavoidable.

So here I was now, next to this sign. Ahead of me were two fifty-year old men, completely outpacing me. I resumed—crunch. As I put weight on my foot, I felt the ground beneath me slip away. As I fell to the ground, I launched a batch of dead leaves into the air. They were joined by a profanity which took the shape of steam and exited my mouth. 

My dad turned around and shouted, "Are you okay?" The response that was clamoring to be let out from my mouth was, "No, I'm not okay. Why did it have to be hiking? Why can’t it be something I like? Why does it take a disaster for you to try to get closer to me? Why am I such a disaster?”

What came out instead was, "I'm okay."

I arose from the dirt and snow and sat down. I focused on the smell of nature, the sound of wind and rustling leaves, and the feeling of the cool rock my hand rested on. As I looked below, the sun escaped the horizon and lit before me the immense distance I had climbed. The trees that had towered over me before could now be eclipsed by my pinky finger. To the left, and in front of the sun, lay a beautiful ocean, spotted with fishing boats and their lights before it. 

“That’s the East Sea,” explained my dad. He had made his way down to me, “And those are squid boats, they operate at night because you can only catch squid at night.” 

He extended his hand towards me. I looked beyond him and at the road, the struggle that was left. It would be an arduous road, filled with rocks, leaves, wind, exhaustion, and the desire to surrender. But the only road left was up—I took his hand. 

[tony-montana-shit]

hypothetically! if you guys had an older male friend who sent you gifts and money occasionally, would you consider that platonic?

[deke-rivers-1957]

I think a way to answer this is to go through each movie and look at each "leading lady". Then analyze the odds of them actually sleeping together based on interviews and personal interpretations. Note that when I say leading lady I'm specifically talking about the first woman billed directly after him. I'm mostly basing on what's on their wiki pages so if I missed something feel free to chime in.

Love Me Tender (Debra Paget) - Elvis did have a crush on her but if you see in photos how she interacts with him, Debra didn't really reciprocate. Sure she liked him but more in the "oh he's like my little brother" way. Even though Elvis according to Paget supposedly proposed, she also said that she was simply more interested in Howard Hughes. She even said that she had her mother with her a lot even on the Love Me Tender set. Sleeping with Elvis just doesn't seem likely given those factors so the tally is at 1.

Loving You (Lizabeth Scott) - She technically was his leading lady simply because she's more important to the story than Dolores Hart. Lizabeth was almost 15 years older than Elvis and while that age gap wouldn't be unacceptable, we do know that Elvis generally didn't have girlfriends/lovers who were that much older than him. Also what I'm sure a lot of people didn't know is that around the time of filming Lizabeth was seeking legal action for libel regarding a tabloid expose (link here). Given the amount of attention being involved with Elvis would bring, I don't see her taking that risk as that would also bring the potential for more trouble.

Jailhouse Rock (Judy Tyler) - This is pure speculation since we sadly didn't get an interview with Judy well after the film due to her sudden death right after filming ended. They were friendly even behind the scenes but she had recently married that year. Unless you want to believe she had an extra-marital affair with Elvis, I'm putting the tally at 3.

King Creole (Carolyn Jones) - She was married to Aaron Spelling since 1953 so again unless you want to believe they had an extra-marital affair before Elvis went into the Army, that makes 4.

GI Blues (Juliet Prowse) - We can finally say a leading lady slept with Elvis. Juliet herself said in an interview that she had an intense fling with Elvis involving sexual attraction while they filmed the movie.

Flaming Star (Barbara Eden) - Despite not even appearing that much in the movie she is listed immediately after Elvis so that makes her the "leading lady". Barbara had been married to her first husband for a couple years by the time she met Elvis and I don't even remember there being a story of them even having a casual conversation let alone a spark.

Wild in the Country (Hope Lange) - We know Tuesday Weld and Elvis had a thing but Tuesday is not immediately credited after Elvis so she doesn't count. Hope herself though was married at the time and even though she would leave her husband she did it so she could be with Glenn Ford (who was about as old as Vernon). I just don't see her as having that type of affection for Elvis.

Blue Hawaii (Joan Blackman) - She appeared in two Elvis movies so I'll talk about her here. I believe Elvis liked her enough that he wanted her to be his love interest in Kid Galahad. Even though she was married in the time of Blue Hawaii she would divorce only a few months later by the time of Kid Galahad's filming so I'd say they might've done it then.

Follow That Dream (Anne Helm) - Anne in an interview basically says that they slept with each other regularly given that she said "I had him all to myself every night". Therefore we're only at 3 out of a possible 9 women who slept with Elvis.

Kid Galahad (Lola Albright) - Technically she's credited before Joan so she counts for this movie. Given that Elvis seemed more interested in Joan than Lola I personally don't think they did.

Girls! Girls! Girls! (Stella Stevens) - She has higher billing than Laurel Goodwin so she counts. Stella supposedly didn't like being in this Elvis movie so I'm going to say she didn't sleep with him.

It Happened at the World's Fair (Joan O'Brien) - I don't have proof suggesting either side so I'll just assume they did.

Fun in Acapulco (Ursula Andress) - She was married since 1957 and Elvis supposedly felt intimidated by her. So I think that would mean they didn't.

Kissin Cousins (Glenda Farrell) - Obviously this is a no but I have to include her since she's credited before Elvis' love interests in this movie. Glenda's older than Gladys and she was proudly married to her husband since 1942. I just don't see her as liking Elvis in more than a casual professional manner.

Viva Las Vegas (Ann Margret) - C'mon. Even if she never outright said they slept together, you know that they had chemistry to the point where marriage was very much a possibility at the time.

Roustabout (Barbara Stanwyck) - Surprisingly closer than you think since she was quite active and didn't seem to mind being with younger men as she had a relationship with Robert Wagner when he was only 22 while she was 45. However, I don't think it happened simply because of Elvis' preferences to younger women.

This is about half way through the movies but you get the idea. If at least one of these is fully true then the "only 1 woman" statement is debunked.

“‘He would be trying to promote Shelley Fabares all day on location’, says Sonny, ‘but she just wasn’t interested. She was going with Lou Adler, the man who went on to become a big record producer. When she did marry Lou a little later, Elvis said, ‘She had to go and get married because she knew she wouldn’t be able to go through another movie resisting me”

shelley is a stronger woman than me because I would have folded on the first movie

(excerpt from “Elvis: what happened”)

[tepkunset]

X-Men Evolution ft. Alpha Flight

Been enjoying X-Men Evolution recently, and it made me think about how great an Alpha Flight episode could've been. Hell, there was a Captain America one, so why not?

Anyway, some thoughts about what an Evolution version of the characters might be like:

KIDS -

JEAN-PAUL BEAUBIER / NORTHSTAR:

Age 16, Québécois

Super-speed, flight, can create blinding light by linking with his sister

A jerk, but in his defence is straight up not having a good time. Only does homework for the classes he likes

Backstory only semi-unlocked because it's none of these clowns's business: Kid on his way to being an Olympic-level skier who is hinted to having been blackmailed into joining AF by Guardian, but mostly remains for the sake of his twin sister he only recently reunited with

I didn't bother designing new superhero outfits for JP and JM because why mess with existing perfection?

JEANNE-MARIE BEAUBIER / AURORA:

Age 16, Québécois

Super-speed, flight, can create blinding light by linking with her brother

Either very outgoing and bubbly or very shy and quiet, (depending on if she's Aurora or Jeanne-Marie of course). Definitely forgot about the homework

Backstory unlocked: Raised in a very old-fashioned Catholic boarding school hinted at to be abusive, until running away as Aurora and was found and recruited by Guardian. Really not sure how her DID might be handled in a kid-friendly cartoon, but I think it should still be present because I don't see why children can't be educated on such things

I originally had her civvies designed to reference her 2.0 yellow costume, but then I liked the idea of JM wearing blue and JP wearing pink too much

MARRINA SMALLWOOD:

Age 14, Newfoundlander

Super-speed underwater, can breathe underwater as well as on land

Just happy to be here; tries too hard to seek validation from everyone older than her. Agonizes over not being able to go to public school due to her looks

Backstory unlocked: Was adopted by a small coastal family and raised in a very happy environment, joined AF because she wanted to see more of the outside world and genuinely believes Guardian is teaching them to do good

I literally just drew her in a wetsuit for a superhero outfit lol

ELIZABETH "LIZ" TWOYOUNGMEN / TALISMAN:

Age 15, Albertan / Tsuut'ina

Deus ex machina mystic powers

Running on anxiety and bitterness towards Guardian. Won't let you copy her homework but will help you with your own for as long as it takes

Backstory unlocked: She and her father were recruited to Alpha Flight as what she believes is a PR stunt for so-called Reconciliation. Her magic circlet helps her control her mystical powers, but unlike in the comics she's capable of taking it off

Of all the characters I was most excited to design a new age-appropriate look for her, since 90% of her outfits in the comics look like they're racist Spirit Halloween costumes

ANNE MCKENZIE / SNOWBIRD:

Age 17, Nunavummiuq / Inuk

Animal shape-shifting

Easily forgotten from being so quiet, very prim and proper behaviour that can sometimes come off as up-tight. Studies above and beyond regular homework because she feels like she has to work twice as hard to be respected

Backstory semi-unlocked: With her parents divorced, Anne was used to spending the school year down south with her father and summer up north with her mother, but when her powers started manifesting, her father scorned her and wanted to give up his custody. Instead she now spends her school year under the care of Department H

I hate Snowbird's comic backstory so much; the whole "she's 100% white because her mother was a goddess who temporarily transformed into a white woman to appeal to her white father" makes zero sense and also has gross connotations, so I decided since this is my adaptation, she's not a demigod but rather just a mutant, because why not...

I thought about giving her tunniit, but since I know so little I figured I wasn't the best person to depict them

WALTER LANGKOWSKI / SASQUATCH:

Age 17, British Colombian

Super-strength, super-stamina (when in gamma form)

Biggest nerd in any room, pretty chipper. Will do your homework for you just for fun

Backstory unlocked: Walter was taken in by Department H after being branded as a failed experiment by a group of scientists playing with gamma radiation—except the experiment didn't fail, turning Walter into a gamma mutate, but one with control over himself and the transformation

I had such a hard time trying to decide what to do with this bitch... His power is to turn into a 'cryptid' that is just lifting from spirits across multiple Indigenous cultures so that's really awkward, but I didn't want to leave him out since that felt weird? I do imagine this version of him having a different personality though, where he's less annoying

ADULTS -

JAMES MACDONALD HUDSON / GUARDIAN:

Age 35, Ontarian

Flight and super-strength granted by super-suit

Thinks acting like a Cool Dad™ will make children like him. Believes recruiting kids to work for the government is justified because they have superpowers, but at the same time hypocritically insults the X-Men

Backstory unlocked: Oil corporation research and developer who designed a super-suit for oil extraction, except then the Canadian government put him on the payroll to head Department H for monitoring superhumans in Canada

I knew I still wanted him to be decked out with the maple-leaf because it fits his asshole nature, but I wanted to make him look like he's trying too hard to be Hip

MICHAEL TWOYOUNGMEN:

Age 40, Albertan / Tsuut'ina

Healing mystic powers

Is the actual Cool Dad because he's so chill and actually cares about the well-being of the kids

Backstory Unlocked: A surgeon who turned to traditional medicines in attempt to save his wife when western medicine failed her, and though he he did not succeed, he did discover he had innate mystical powers, putting him on Department H's radar. Just here to protect and patch up the children the best he can

EUGENE JUDD / PUCK:

Age 42, Saskatchewanian

Super-durability

Says thinks like 'back in my day' and 'eh' unironically way too much, low-key waiting on that inevitable divorce between the Hudsons

Backstory semi-unlocked: Is mostly there to train the kids how to be superheroes and survive the experience

Like Snowbird I think Puck's backstory is some bullshit that they should've just left alone instead of trying to create this magic explanation for his dwarfism and chronic pain... just let him be disabled! Disabled superheroes exist! So again, in this version he's just a mutant who happens to also have dwarfism and chronic pain

HEATHER MCNEIL-HUDSON:

Age 37, Albertan

Guardian's wife, tries to be a Team Mom and make up for her annoying husband

[mikunato]

River of Gods [wmmap x oc]

Headcanons

synopsis : this is a self-created world including characters of the famous manhwa "Who Made Me A Princess" and my oc "Arium Daphne Obelia".

disclaimer : any original characters mentioned are contributions from my friends. quite plot divergent. ships include lucas × athanasia, roger × anastacius, claude × original character(brief), claude × diana, original character × original character

1. Arium is a Latin name that roughly translates to 'gold'. It's a reference to her eye color that is a perfect mix of yellow and the Obelian Imperial jewel-like appearance.

2. Unlike most mothers in manhwas (ya'll don't think it's sus how they're all...y'know...ded), Arium's mother is alive and kicking and decided to follow through with the grueling process of divorce.

3. Divorce application from females was a new concept at that time and thus far difficult to appeal for, even harder considering her husband's Emperor status.

4. The reason? She, for a lack of better words, hated how callous Claude was with the empire, her loathe even further fueled by the Ruby Palace Massacre.

5. Manon Grire, Arium's mother, is a descendent from the Obelian family's biggest trade associate and military power supplant. She was also crowned Empress so she wasn't killed with the other concubines unless Claude wanted a revolution to break out and lose his throne.

6. Arium inherited Claude's honey blonde hair and decent height — standing at 5'10.

7. Personality-wise, she is a complex character. Unlike her parents, she isn't detached from her emotions, nor completely stern like her mother. She is normally sweet and doesn't mind taking the backseat in regards to displaying her feelings for the sake of catering to others' needs.

8. Arium has a dark side that first appeared when a lady wanted to behead a commoner girl for crossing the road while the lady's carriage passed, causing it to stop. Arium was being assisted by her knight around the capital when she threw her first temper tantrum and it was b a d.

9. Needless to say the noble was locked up, the woman being reduced to tears when Arium was through with her and she was only seven at that time. Seven.

10. In reality, Arium had awakened what the Grire's called 'Possession of Heaven and Hell'. It lets the user summon massive bouts of mana, that comparable to part of the World Tree and regarded as godly or demonic, varying on the summon type.

11. Arium is three years older than Athanasia and two years older than Jenette [I hc athy and jettie as one year apart]

12. Arium and Ijekiel met at the Arlantan Academy and became almost inseparable from then on. Ijekiel told her about the 'lady angel' thing and Arium just burst out laughing (cue a confused baby Kiel)

13. Arium was first introduced to Jenette after her return from the five year academic course in Arlanta.

14. Already being adept at recognizing mana nature, she easily concluded there was an illusion placed over the girl. Despite her suspicions, they got along very well, instantly bonding over their love for animals and recent trends in fashion.

15. Speaking of sisters, Arium and Athanasia have a love-hate relationship, just not to the extent of lucathy. Arium enjoys teasing Athy and Athy responds by acting like a mad/flustered bunny. But if her sister gets hurt, the person responsible will have a literal demon after them 😃

16. Arium met Lucas way before he met Athy. This happened when a four year old Arium, left unsupervised by her father who was getting frequent migraines, stumbled upon the Black Tower.

17. Long story short, she ended up getting spooked by a sleeping figure surrounded by cobwebs and ended up letting out a small jet of mana straight towards Lucas that woke him up.

18. Lucas planned to kill the 'vermin' who had disrupted his centuries worth of sleep only to find a girl that resembled a kicked pup, staring at him in awe (he let her go ahsvjajskas)

19. From then on, Arium frequented the Tower. At first Lucas would cast a boundary spell to prevent her from entering but after seeing her spend a particularly bad storm outside, he was forced to relent.

20. Lucas was then intrigued by her heritage, having never actually crossed paths with a Grire, he agreed to be her mentor (more for his amusement than to actually teach her) and surprisingly, his vague words and audio effects got through to the princess.

21. I headcanon mana to have certain types (like Lucas' is fire, Athy's being wind, etc.) Arium has two different types from the Possesion of Heaven and Hell. Her own individual mana, though, has water nature that helps in healing magic.

22. Arium immediately recognized Anastacius in Athy's debutante, having spent countless afternoons on her uncle's shoulders till the age of two, chasing butterflies and devouring savory food, 'cuz neither has a particularly sweet tooth.

23. Arium doesn't have infantile amnesia which means that she remembers everything she heard since the time she could hear from her mother's womb.

24. At age seventeen, just before her sister's debutante, she participated in the war against the Taboks, the empire that shared borders with Obelia in the north. She was just supposed to be a healer but whrn the enemy successfully invaded the battle camp, she alongside a few other capable mages had to fight, long enough for most of the defenseless ones to make an escape.

25. Alenox, the northern border, was defended and ended with fewer casualties than anticipated. Since then, Arium was granted a seat at the Council of Obelia.

Incorrect Quotes

Athanasia : So what's Lucas' type?

Arium : Blonde hair, blue eyes, oblivious, obsessed with chocolate, dog lover.

Athanasia : Sounds kind of like me. Too bad we're just friends.

Arium : Did I mention oblivious?

Athanasia : Yeah, why?

Arium : No, just making sure.

---

Athanasia : Thanks Lucas!

Lucas : Yeah, yeah. Whatever.

Arium : *hiding behind bushes and watching from afar with a telescope* Now...kiss!

---

Jeanette : So, what do I bring to the table?

Arium : You're the cute one.

Jeanette : ...?

Athanasia : *sigh* I'm the hot one, sis is the cool one and you are the cute one.

---

Arium : You know what strength is? It's forgiving someone who isn't even sorry.

Lucas : Not to be dramatic but I would literally rather die.

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Ijekiel : I have a bad feeling about this.

Arium : What do you mean?

Ijekiel: Don't you have that little voice in your head that tells you if something is going to get you in trouble?

Arium : No.

Ijekiel : ...That actually explains a lot of things.

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Claude : I'm having a tea party.

Arium : I don't want tea.

Claude : I never asked you to join me.

Arium : ...Then why tell me?

Claude : It's a conversation starter.

Arium : It's a horrible conversation starter.

Claude : Is it? We're conversing. Checkmate.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

all too well | lee bodecker

PAIRING: lee bodecker x reader

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is younger than lee)

A/N: angst is back and better than ever.

previous part / next part

Her mother had paced the worn floors of the living room to dig a whole i the ground just from her heels alone. Another look at the clock and the scowl grew even deeper. It had been two hours since her daughter had decided to storm out of the house like a petulant child and she still hadn’t returned or even called. She’s with that Bodecker, her mother thought, of course she had to be or she’d be back home acting like a rational 23 year old woman instead of a 15 year old demented teenager.

Jamie watched his mother pacing around, having sent Vivian up and into his bedroom not wanting to have his future bride thrown into the middle of the family drama which seemed to follow them around ever since Alice had packed her bags and taken him and his sister to New York. Looking around the house, he barely remembered anything from it and he’d been much older than Y/N when he’d left yet everything was strange. He didn’t feel at home here, at least not like he guessed he used to.

     - Your sister is being irrational. - his mother’s voice finally cut through the background noises and her shoes clicking against the ground. - How is she even gonna take care of the house or the diner while being in New York? 

     - Y/N never said she wanted to stay there. - he shrugged. - Maybe she wants to move back to Knockemstiff. She always liked it here.

     - Nonsense. - she paced around again, biting onto her lip. - It’s that Lee Bodecker putting ideas in her head. He’s no good for her. 

     - He seemed really protective of her at the funeral. Maybe it’s good she has someone, she’s always been pretty lonely in the city.

    - Don’t be stupid. - she crossed her arms. - You should protect your sister. Do you think he just decided to fool around with her now?

    - Y/N would tell me if something was wrong. 

    - God knows when he started toying around with your sister. I always knew he liked them young and she’s too foolish to realise he’s abusing her. 

Jamie was slightly taken aback by those words. He didn’t like Lee Bodecker, no one really did, but he didn’t think he’d have the ability or will to abuse his little sister. No, it would be a dumb move and Y/N was much smarter than that. Part of him fervently denied the possibility yet there was doubt. Y/N had been coming to stay with her father over the summer by herself since she was 15; maybe he could’ve done it.

    - He’s using my baby. 

    - Don’t worry, mum. - he got up to hug his mother. - I’ll speak to her.

Meanwhile Y/N’s mind was running faster than it could. She shouldn’t have even asked that, she was stepping out of line. Maybe she had gotten comfortable with him being hers and only hers but he was still recently divorced and still the sheriff. The marital status might have changed but he still had his imagine and she was not enough for him to taint it. At least she thought so, he’d never really put her in front of his imagine that she knew. She understood, yet she couldn’t help but have a hopeless hope that he’d say yes. 

    - Forget it. - she spoke out before he could say anything else. - I’m just ... rambling. 

    - Baby, I don’t want you to make any rash decisions. - he cupped her face, holding her close to him. - You’re grieving and I don’t want you to regret having me around the house.

    - I don’t wanna be alone there. - her eyes pleaded. - And I don’t wanna go back to my mum’s flat in New York. 

    - Baby. - he sighed, kissing her temple. - You sure you want me walking around your home?

    - Yeah. - she cuddled to his side. - I always want to be with you, I miss you all the time. 

Lee smiled softly, holding her close to his side. ‘Course he wanted to move in with her, he’d always seen her as his girl and moving in, having their own little place always sounded like a pastel painting he thought he’d never have the opportunity to live through. Yet, he knew the chatter would start around town and while he was used to hearing gossip about him, he didn’t want any gossip around her to go around town. She was a good one, the only good thing to ever come out of Knockemstiff and he couldn’t bare be the reason why people would snicker at her. At the same time, he wanted her to be okay, he wanted her to be happy again. He could deal with the gossip, he could shut it up if he needed to, he told himself. 

   - I eat too much.

   - I own a diner. 

   - Do you want me to move in with you, baby? 

   - Yes.  

Lee kissed her, smiling through the kiss as he allowed himself to see the positives. He’d deal with whatever came his way when it did come but now he just allowed himself to picture this hallmark postcard idea of living with his girl in a nice house. Coming home to her, sleeping next to her and waking up next to her. Things he never thought about even in his wildest dreams would become true were now being handed to him on a silver platter. She giggled through his kiss, her hands on his chest.

   - You really want to? - insecurity tainted her voice.

   - ‘Course, I do. 

   - We’re the real thing, aren’t we?

   - We’ve always been the real thing, baby. - he kissed the top of her head. - Listen, I gotta deal with some stuff at the station and then tomorrow we’ll discuss moving in agreements. 

   - Sure. 

   - I am taking you home, though. I’ve told ya I don’t like seeing ya walking around by yourself. You’re too pretty for that. 

The heat climbed to her cheeks as she took his hand to walk outside the shady motel. This was nice, she thought to herself as she entered the car, some soft melody playing from the radio. It was nice no longer being someone’s secret, nice having someone she could call her own and could love endlessly. It was lovely, a little beam of light in the middle of all the grey it still surrounded her. At least she wasn’t alone, maybe getting the house from her dad had been his last gift to her, the chance to have what he didn’t have. 

Lee’s hand was intertwined his hand, chest rumbling and humming the song on the radio and one hand on the wheel, driving down the winter landscape of the late afternoon in Knockemstiff until he stopped in front of her house. He laid a sweet kiss on her lips before exiting the car to open the door for her.

   - I’ll call ya when I leave the station, okay?

   - Okay. I’ll see you later.

   - See you later, baby. 

The went up the cobblestones which led to her childhood home with a brighter step, her heart was still aching for the loss of the only person she knew would always be there for her but now, now it felt like she wouldn’t be alone. At least she had Lee, she had him to fall into whenever things looked particularly bad. She opened the door to the entry hall of her home and the sound of heels clicking against the ground. 

   - You better have an explanation as to where you’ve been, young lady. - her mother walked into the entry hall. - You are old enough not to behave like a petulant child. 

   - I was with Lee, if you must know.        

   - I don’t know if you are stupid or if you are really that naive to think he’s not using you to get to the money you’ve just inherited. - her mother followed her up the stairs and to the door of her bedroom. - Y/N!

Alice looked at her eldest son, who just sighed and knocked on her bedroom door as Alice returned downstairs. Y/N opened the door of her bedroom to her brother, who gave her a kind smile, almost as if he was silently telling her it was alright. It wasn’t particularly uncommon for the siblings to get into arguments with their mother. 

   - Can we talk? - he entered her bedroom as she closed the door behind the two of them. - I wanted to know how you are doing. I know you and dad were really close. 

   - There’s nothing I can do. - she sat on her bed. - I miss him. I can almost see him around the house as if he never left.

   - Mum is just worried about you. - he sat next to her. - She doesn’t really like how Lee is always around. 

   - Lee is good to me, Jamie. You don’t need to worry about him.

   - You just never spoke to me about him ... and he looked awfully protective of you at the funeral. 

   - What are you implying? - she crossed her arms. 

   - I am not implying anything. It’s just he’s much older than you and it doesn’t look like you two just met ...

   - Jamie, stop. - she interrupted him. - I seriously do not want to go any further into this conversation. 

Jamie’s voice went dead as she said those words, a look which clearly said she wasn’t going to answer or further enlighten him on anything else. With a tired sigh, he left her bedroom to go downstairs, grabbing his father’s old car keys on his way out. The sky was already dark as he drove down to the town centre and to the station. He stepped inside the same building which hadn’t changed since he’d left and made a straight line towards the receptionist which looked up at him from her crossword book. 

   - Hi. - he smiled. - I need to speak with Sheriff Bodecker. Now.                   

[awigglycultist]

Seniors and sophomores aren't a big difference. Now I don't say this bc it's only 2/3 years difference, 3 years can big a difference when you're younger, and I think seniors dating freshman is weird. Like 17/18 Vs 14/15 are pretty different ages.

So anyway I decided to figure out everyone's ages in comparison to each other.

The timeline: tgwdlm takes place in fall 2018, black friday takes place on November 23rd 2018, nmts1 takes place in 2019, nmts2 takes place in summer 2020, and npmd takes place in fall 2020.

Tgwdlm: Alice is both said to be 17 and 18, she's a senior in high school. "now I get that Alice is 18, she's a senior" and "I'm fucking 17, at least I was before you left me" I think "at least I was before you left me" could imply that she was 17 when her parents got divorced, so I think her being 18 makes more sense, but it could be either. Danny and Sof could be any age in high school. I'll get to Deb.

Black Friday: Nick has said somewhere that Lex would be 18 in BF and that Ethan would be 19 (I can't actually remember if it's spefically said 19 or if it was said just that he's a little older. Or if it's actually spefically said that Lex is 18 either or just that she would be a senior in high school if not for being dropout, but 18 is a fair assumption for a senior). Also Hannah is 13.

Nmt1: Deb is said to be going to art school and at this point Alice has graduated school, since in tgwdlm Bill says "why don't you date someone at your own school?" we can assume Deb was also high schooler then, so she's the same age as Alice. So they're both 18 or 19 during Watcher World. Hannah is 14.

Nmt2: Steph calls herself and Pete "adults" so assuming Steph for sure knows Pete's age or isn't lying they're both 18. Grace is probably about the same age. Gabe's also probably the same age as Grace. Mary and Noah spefically say they're "only 18". Ziggs is gonna be about the same age as Alice & Deb, I'd say 20, Alice and Deb are also 20 at the point. Lex and Ethan would 20/21 at this point. Hannah is ofc 15 and a freshman in high school. Daniel is "no older than Hannah" and powers peak at 15 so he's probably 15, maybe 14. Sofia is said to be "maybe a year or two Hannah's senior" so she's 16 or 17, I'd say it's more likely she's 16.

Npmd: Grace, Steph, Pete, Max, Richie, Ruth, Jason, Kyle, Brenda and Stacy are all seniors so they're all 17 or 18, maybe 19. Going off abstinence camp I'd say Steph and Pete are both 18 but Steph also says "wake me up when you turn 18" this is obviously in contradiction to AC. They just meet recently in both scenarios so Steph could be just taking guess in both. The line If I Loved You could also just mean "you're not mature" rather than Pete actually isn't 18. So Pete could be 17 or 18 I'm not really sure. I don't think anyone else's ages are specifically stated? Brooke, Trevor, Ruldoph, Caitlyn and the other theatre kids could be any high school age.

So uh. Yeah. There you go. Now simply add or subtract a years if you need to figure out a character's age in a different year (like Steph would be 16 during tgwdlm & bf). Feel free to use this to figure out wether you think different ships are ok or now depending on their ages.

any ships between the guy/black friday teens and the npmd teens make me so uncomfortable for no reason whatsoever. genuinely idk why i think its the fact that the bf/guy teens would be seniors when the npmd cast were sophomores which is just so icky to me.... like. i think id be alright with them if they were all a few years older with the same age gap (once the npmd cast is a few years out of high school) but currently i get really grossed out thinking about them. even more confusingly ive got exactly one exception to this which is max/ziggy and i cannot for the life of me figure out why it doesnt make me uncomfortable. it just feels different for some reason

~~~

[mercurytrinemoon]

random observations: celebrity edition

So you know how I like to talk about celebrity charts. The issue is, I can't make long posts about all of them because a) waste of time lol b) sometimes only a part of their chart is interesting. So this is just a handful of things I've noticed when looking at charts.

Also, just want to prefix this by saying that I use whole house for these.

⭐️ I've noticed that a lot of actors known from movie franchises, especially Marvel, have personal planets in the 8th house (Chris Evans, Chris Pratt, Jeremy Renner, Benedict Cumberbatch, Natalie Portman, Brie Larson, Mark Ruffalo; Robert Downey Jr). Now this is not the most common placement to bring big fame but I figured those movie series are all based on a long-term contracts (7th house) which then bring them A LOT of money (8th house).

⭐️ Speaking of which, did you know Natalie Portman and Chris Evans were born just a few days apart and they both have Scorpio risings? Natalie has her Moon in Virgo while Chris has it in Scorpio (in relatively close degrees). This means they have nearly identical charts. And look, they're both actors since childhood. They're both starred in big franchises (let's not forget Natalie got big thanks to Star Wars). I just think it's interesting.

⭐️ Oh also, did you know that Steve Rogers' Sun (yes, we have an official birth date for Captain America) is cojunct Chris' Venus? Idk what to make out of it either, just a fun fact.

⭐️ OKAY THIS ONE IS MY FAVOURITE I'M SO EXCITED ABOUT THIS. Adele filed for divorce during her Saturn return. Where is her Saturn? You've guessed it, in the 7th house. On top of that, her ex husband is 15 years older than her #saturninthe7thstories #dontgetmarriedbeforeyoursaturnreturnifyouhavesaturninthe7th #saturninthe7thhavingathingforolderpeople #godiloveastrology #iknowthesetagsdontworkbutwhatever

⭐️ I randomly glanced at Demi Lovato's chart once and it perfectly shows the polarities between good and bad aspects (something people sometimes struggle understanding). They have an exact grand trine in earth signs with Moon exalted in Taurus on the MC. Obviously there's an enormous talent and fame since childhood. The problem is their both benefics are ill-dignified in Virgo, which results in struggling with finding happiness and sense of self-worth.

⭐️ Whenever I see a piece of news about Olivia Rodrigo I see her being attacked by the public for no reason. So why is she a hater magnet? Probably because she has an exact Saturn-Mars opposition. With Saturn being her chart ruler. So she's being bullied by Mars (being in her 12th house, which is the house of hidden enemies). Doesn't help that her chart is pretty tense overall.

⭐️ Similarly, I think people bitch about Brie Larson and her "mean attitude" (which, for me, is just a stereotypical Aries rising attitude lol) because a) she has Mars on the descendant b) that Mars is in detriment in Libra and rules her ascendant. So, it's basically the people (7th house) attacking (Mars) her because they feel like it's her acting that way. Mind you, that Mars is also squared by Saturn which is placed on her Capricorn MC (that's her reputation/how she's seen by people).

⭐️ Now one that's a downer: Dave Grohl (Nirvana/Foo Fighters) and Mike Shinoda (Linkin Park) have one major thing in common: a harsh malefic in the 11th house (house of friends). Obviously both of them experienced a loss of their respective bandmates and dear friends, Curt Cobain and Chester Bennington. Dave's Mars is in Scorpio so it's in its domicile but (as Chris Brennan pointed out recently), his chart is behaving more like a day chart (he has Sun on the ascendant) so Mars is behaving as a greater malefic. In the case of Mike, he has Saturn in Leo in its detriment and in a night chart (Saturn is the greater malefic for him).

⭐️ Gordon Ramsay has a cazimi Venus in his chart. Now you're probably thinking, how is that, shouldn't Sun conjunct Venus, not to mention cazimi, be full of charm and beauty and blah blah? NO (I mean, not necessary). Remember he's a great cook, a tv personality and a writer. All of this requires an enormous sense of aesthetic, balance and an eye for details. And tastebuds. Great tastebuds. On top of that, those two planets so tightly together connect the houses they rule: 3rd (communication), 5th (entertainment) and 10th (carreer).

⭐️ Another pair of actors who were born just a few days apart: William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy (any Star Trek geeks here?). Apart from having personal planets in the same signs, there's other similarities between their charts: both having fixed rising signs (Shatner being Aquarius, Nimoy Scorpio) and both having feminine Moons (Taurus and Cancer respectively). As Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock, they're one of the most iconic duos in pop culture and what's interesting is, Shatner's ascendant line is conjunct Nimoy's IC. If you look at it from the dsc/MC perspective, Nomoy's career (MC) was pefectly aligning with Shatner's partnerships (descendant). Their Moons were also exactly sextiled so there was something natural & fitting about their relationship.

⭐️ Britney's chart (YES Britney's free 😭) perfectly shows the dynamic between her and her family/father. She has a Libra rising with exalted Saturn in the 1st house (which, you could say, did to some extent made her exalted as a person), ruling her 4th house (family/father) and sqaring Venus, which is her ascendant ruler. Sometimes the easiest and most straight-forward interpretations are the most acurate. So, her father (Saturn) restricted her (1st house/square to Venus).

⭐️ I've talked about it once but Billie Eilish released her debut album when transiting Jupiter was right on her Sagittarius Venus-MC-Sun stellium (Jupiter was 24° Sag, while her abovementioned natal placements are 20°, 22° and 26° respectively). Talk about timing.

⭐️ I've noticed there's quite a few oppositions in the synastry between Eminem and Machine Gun Kelly. They have Venus oppositions, Jupiter oppositions (Eminem's chart ruler), Mercury oppositions (by sign; MGK's chart ruler) and they're of an opposite rising signs. Obviously doesn't mean all people with opposing planets will be feuding, it's just MGK's a bit dumb lol.

⭐️ My twitter timeline was flooded with Paris Hilton's wedding yesterday and how she's making a reality-show about her getting married (yea, the proposal on the beach was NOT staged AT ALL lol). I know her chart & it does look like a chart of someone well-known and from a wealthy/prestigious family (4th house ruler, Jupiter tightly conjunct exalted Saturn in Libra on the MC) but I was thinking, she's one of the very few celebs that are willingly showing their private life on tv and I guess, again, it's Jupiter (also her ascendsnt ruler) conjunt Saturn (her Sun ruler) on the MC - she just needs to be seen and looked at and the fact that Jupiter also rules her 4th, she has no issues sharing her private stuff as well.

⭐️ Lastly, I looked at charts of celebrities who look alike (only those with available time of birth tho) and these are some major things they have in common:

Bryce Dallas Howard is an Aries rising while Jessica Chastain is an Aries Sun. Their ascendant ruler, Mars (Jessica is a Scorpio rising), is in Pisces in both charts.

Katy Perry is a, what I like to call, superscorpio while Zoe Deschanel's MC is conjunct that stellium (she was mistaken for Katy quite a lot). Katy's ascendant ruler, Mars is in Capricorn - Zoe's rising sign.

Susan Sarandon and Sigourney Weaver are both Libra Suns and have Venus conjunct in Scorpio. Susan's MC/IC axis is conjunct Sigourney's asc-dsc axis.

Chelsea Handler and Elizabeth Banks are both Virgo risings. Chelsea's Pisces Sun is conjunct Elizabeth's Mercury and Elizabeth's Aquarius Sun is loosely conjunct Chelsea's Sun.

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

throwback

Summary: Teenage you had bn head over heels for Frankie Morales. What happens when when your best friend takes you out on a double bind date almost 20 years later and your date is no other than Frankie?

Pairing: Frankie Morales x fem!reader

Wordcount: 662

Warnings: fluff

A/N: Look I made it! Another writer Wednesday! @autumnleaves1991-blog & @clydesducktape

Masterlist

If you had told 15 year-old-you back in school that you would be sitting in the truck of Francisco Morales and he was taking you on a date you would have fainted.

You had been crushing on him up until he left to join the military. You were heartbroken. More than once you had been daydreaming at lunch break about him wandering over to you and just confessing his feelings for you. But that was all it was. Daydreams.

You hadn’t even talked to him in all this time, being too shy and self-conscious. The fact that you were 2 years younger probably hadn’t been helpful too back then.

But now 2 years was nothing.

It was your best friend who was dating Santiago Garcia and had talked you into going on a double date with his best friend. She had told you that Santi and him had met while serving for the special forces. He was recently divorced and a single Dad of a 2-year-old boy.

When you had walked into the restaurant and faced none other than the boy, now man, you had a crush on for years you had just grinned.

It turned out Frankie did remember you.

“You were always at the library after school, weren’t you?” He was sitting next to you, so close. His legs touching yours as he leaned in to talk to you. You never knew he had curly hair, his hair always cut short back in school. He was older, but so were you. Lines around his eyes making him even more attractive. But those eyes, those warm brown eyes you had dreamed about for years still were the same.

You felt like a crushing teenager all over again.

“I was,” you only smiled.

Conveniently your friend took Santi home, which left Frankie offering to take you home.

“You know I was always at the library because I hoped to see you?” you asked as he stopped the car in front of your apartment building.

“You were?”

“I think I would have died if you had only talked to me once. I was so in love with you,” you shook your head with a shy smile, feeling the butterflies like almost 20 years hadn’t passed as you looked up at him.

“That so huh?” he smiled.

“It was bad,” you laughed.

“I wish I had known,” he said.

He asked you out on a date for the next weekend.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise.”

And this is where you found yourself. Dressed in a light blue summer dress, sitting next to Frankie in his truck, your hand in his as he drove out of town.

“Picnic?” you had been trying to guess where he was taking you.

“Sort of.”

“That’s not helpful.”

The car slowed down and you looked away from him, seeing the big sign of a Drive In cinema.

“I hope you like horror movies,” he winked.

“This… is perfect,” you sighed sitting next to Frankie on the back of his truck. There indeed was a picnic basket next to him and you were already drinking a beer. His arm came around your back and you let your head fall against his shoulder.

“I hate horror movies, by the way,” you mumbled and Frankie laughed.

“Guess you just gotta hold on to me huh?” he whispered against your ear, his voice low.

“Mhh…” you tilted your head so you could look at him. Carefully you reached a hand up, your fingers softly touching his cheek. He leaned into your touch, his face so close to yours. He looked into your eyes and you closed the distance, your lips finding his in a soft kiss. You felt his hand on the side of your face, pulling you even closer as he deepened the kiss.

“You sure we gonna watch that movie?” you whispered against his lips and he smiled.

“What movie?” he asked before he kissed you again.

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[the-modernmary]

my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (prologue)

Summary: When Aaron Hotchner ended your affair with him, saying that a serial killer was going after him and his family, you were content with the idea that you'd probably never see him again. Two years have come and gone since then, but when you get dragged into an FBI investigation as a key witness, you and Hotch are forced to come face to face with all the things left unsaid.

Warnings: Age gap (15-ish years), smut, degradation, unprotected sex. This story is 18+ older. This is not a story for minors.

A/N: Hello, hello!! I figured that since I've made a writing tumblr, I should post my story on here!! This is a multichapter story, so I am very excited to go on this journey with y'all!! I already have multiple chapters written and published, so these should be coming out VERY quickly. If you don't want to wait to catch up, you can read everything I have on ao3! This chapter starts as a flashback, and then the next chapter and the rest from here on out will be actual plot!

masterlist || read on ao3

“If you were waitin’ on the sunshine, blue sky

Cheap high, lullaby

Then my best habit’s letting you down”

- The Maine, “My Best Habit”

Two years earlier

Your eyes scanned the University Ballroom, your champagne glass practically ignored in your hand. You hated all these alumni networking galas and avoided going to them as much as possible. Old, sleazy lawyers with much younger women on their arm reliving their best cases with each other and expecting all the new law students to laugh when they were able to get their defendant acquitted because of some dumb technicality. It made you sick.

It didn’t help that you were already going in with a bad attitude. Your ex-boyfriend had dropped by your apartment that morning to pick up the rest of his stuff, and he decided that the best person to help him with that was the girl he had been cheating on you with. You caught them together three weeks ago, and you had been so stressed from midterms that you hadn’t even had the chance to go out, get drunk, and have wildly irresponsible rebound sex.

But you had to suck it up for the night, at least until you were able to get the answer you came for. After that, you could go back to your apartment, replace your too tight and too short dress with some nice pajamas, and watch trashy reality TV until you passed out on your couch.

You scanned the room a few more times until you caught sight of a tall man in a dark suit leaning against the bar. Bingo. You set your champagne flute down and ran over to him as fast as your heels could take you. Once you were just a few steps away, you quickly composed yourself and walked straight into his line of sight.

SSA Aaron Hotchner rarely came to alumni events here at George Washington Law School, citing that he wasn’t even a prosecutor anymore and had much more important work to do back at the BAU, but he was going as favor to his old law school buddy. Plus, it was either coming to this or going out to the bar with the team, and seeing as he had just signed the divorce papers with Haley, he wanted to be somewhere he wasn’t going to be profiled all night. The free champagne was also a bonus.

When you saw that his name was on the RSVP list, you knew that you had to go.

“Agent Hotchner?” you asked, giving him your best straight A student smile.

He refused to look up right away, not giving you the chance to charm him. “I’m not currently on duty. If there is a case you would like the BAU to look over, that’s handled by our media liaison,” he said absently, taking another sip of champagne.

You frowned but kept your hand out for him to shake. “That’s not what I’m here for, I-” You took a breath to compose yourself. “My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m a first year here- getting a joint JD and masters in forensic psychology. My goal is to become a prosecutor,” you pressed, and you were rewarded when he perked up in interest. He slid his drink on the table.

“Most law firms don’t usually want a prosecutor who’s going to empathize with the person you’re prosecuting,” he mused, and shook your hand, his grip just tight enough to pass as faux politeness.

You shook your head and clasped your hands behind your back, trying to ignore how warm his hands were. “I think the best prosecutors empathize with the defendants,” you admitted. “Isn’t that how you succeeded as both a prosecutor and as a federal agent? That’s actually why I came to you, I wanted to ask you a question... about my thesis,” you added quickly, figuring that the best way to get him to talk to you.

Aaron’s posture changed from half asleep to maybe listening, and your face went red. Sure, you only came to the event to talk to him, but you never thought that you’d actually get Aaron Hotchner to pay attention to you. “I didn’t empathize with the people I was putting in jail,” he told you, his voice ice cold. “That didn’t come until I worked in the BAU, and even now, I wouldn’t call it empathy. Just understanding of how they became the type of person they are.” He leaned sideways on the bar counter and you felt yourself shrink under his gaze. You shifted slightly and felt the hem of your dress move up your thighs ever so slightly. Aaron noticed too, if the lick of his lips was anything to go by.

You took his silence as your signal to ask your question. “You offered Jessica Michaelson a lesser sentence that had her released in just three years despite the fact that she murdered her brother in cold blood in his sleep. You had the evidence, why didn’t you push for premeditation?” you asked, and his eyebrow quirked upwards. “In the case The People vs. Michaelson,” you added unnecessarily, trying to break the silence.

“I know the case you’re referring to. I was the lead on it,” he reminded you, his voice edging on dangerous. “You know, most people aren’t interested in my days as a lawyer.”

You shrugged, hoping to appear more confident than you felt. “I’m not most people,” you agreed, biting down on your lower lip. His gaze was so intense, and it was affecting you in ways you couldn’t have imagined. It was turning you on, you realized with a start. It had been a while since you had last had sex, and it was driving you only slightly crazy. “But that doesn’t answer my question.”

Aaron grabbed a champagne flute from a server walking by, and shoved it in your direction. You grabbed it cautiously. “Did you read the police report on the case?” he asked, and you nodded wordlessly, taking a sip of the champagne. The alcohol was making you bolder, and you stepped towards him. “Then you’ll know that there was very little physical evidence tying her to the muder. We chose to offer the charge that would have stuck instead of risking her being found not guilty.”

You gritted your teeth together in an effort to calm yourself down. “She murdered four people within the six months after she was released from prison,” you reminded him.

That seemed to have struck a chord with Aaron, and his steely persona seemed to fade ever so slightly. He sighed exasperatedly; you were obviously getting on his nerves. “The prints and DNA that were collected and put into VICAP when she was in prison are what got her caught in the end, and that was the evidence needed to lock her away for life. We wouldn’t have gotten those prints without her original charge. It all worked out.”

You groaned and threw your hands in the air. “You couldn’t have predicted that, though,” you argued. “And people have been found guilty with way less evidence than you had in the original case. I think you just felt bad for her, considering her brother was a real piece of shit.” You were being difficult now, you knew that. But there was something about Aaron Hotcher that was pulling you in, and you wanted to see how far you could push him.

Aaron gave you a predatory grin and he stepped towards you ever so slightly, finishing his drink. He must have had multiple drinks too, judging by the soft flush on his face. “Oh, you do?” He seemed amused now. He slowly raked his eyes from your face, down your neck, and down the rest of your body, and you forgot how to breath. You knew that it was inappropriate and that he was a highly respected FBI agent, even if he was kind of an asshole at the moment. You also knew that the two of you were crossing lines that neither of you should have even been close to, but you shivered under the weight of his gaze all the same.

You shifted back and forth, your brain trying to process what was happening. “Yeah, I do. And I know that you transferred to the FBI after Michaelson was arrested again, which makes me think that this case was your breaking point,” you ranted, your hands becoming more and more animated.

Aaron chuckled, but there was very little amusement behind it. “Are you sure you want to be a lawyer?” he asked, cocking his head to the side. “Because you’re starting to talk like a profiler.”

You arched an eyebrow at him. “No thanks,” you said firmly, and he just shrugged before making a move to walk past you. You sidestepped in front of him, effectively blocking him from going anywhere. But it was obvious that he was done talking about this.

In your mind, you had two options now. You could keep pushing him about a case that he obviously didn’t want to talk to you about, or you could switch gears in your brain and have him help you solve your... other problem. Aaron was attractive, and you were getting tired of guys your age. You noticed the distinct lack of a wedding ring on his finger, but there was still a tan to show that it had been there. So either he was recently separated or just trying to cheat on his wife. You wanted to not care whichever it was, but a pang in your heart told you to be considerate. Besides, you did not want to get involved with another cheater.

“Must be hard to be at these events without your wife here to scare off all the lonely female law students,” you mused cautiously. You didn’t want to come on too strong, but the alcohol in your system was slowly clouding your ability to be subtle.

Aaron cleared his throat, obviously taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. “I’m not married,” he said, too quickly and too defensively. So he’s separated, you thought, and you stepped closer to him.

His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out your endgame. “Well, I would love to discuss your work as a prosecutor more when there are less… distractions around,” you whispered, your words breathy. “Tell me Agent Hotchner, do I make you nervous?” You sounded a lot more confident than you felt.

Aaron just smirked and grabbed your free hand, covering it in both of his, and the action was surprisingly soft, even if it was way too late for him to try acting suave. His eyes, on the other hand, told a whole other story. His pupils were so dilated that his eyes were practically black. “I face the worst people in society on a daily basis. Desperate law students don’t make me nervous. In fact…” He stepped towards you, looking around to make sure nobody else was looking. Aaron leaned in close, his lips brushing against your ear with every word. “I think that I make you nervous. And more than nervous, I make you very excited.”

Your breath hitched as he pulled back, a smug smile gracing his lips. You yanked your hand back to preserve what little dignity you had left, but it was too late. “Now, if you would like to discuss my prosecuting career more in depth, then you can set up a formal meeting with me at the BAU,” he continued, obviously proud of himself and the effect he was having on you. He pulled out a business card and upon further instruction, you realized that it wasn’t even his. Jennifer Jareu the name read. “Our media liaison will be able to help you organize that. Now if you don’t mind, I am going to retire for the night.”

Aaron finished the rest of his drink and brushed past you while you were still trying to get your thoughts under control. “Oh, and you’ll make a wonderful lawyer someday, I’m sure of it,” he called over his shoulder, and that snapped you back into action.

You followed, running around him and cutting him off. “And if I don’t want to discuss your prosecuting career?” you asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “What if I was interested in a… less formal meeting?”

That was all the permission he needed. Aaron grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the ballroom, the two of you moving so fast that nobody in the room even had a chance to put two and two together. There was an empty hallway just next to the entrance of the room and Aaron pulled you in that direction, pressing you against the wall and kissing you fiercely the second the two of you were alone.

There was nothing gentle about the kiss, but in a strange role reversal, he let you take the lead. It’s certainly not what you expected from Aaron Hotchner who, until now, had been controlling every aspect of your meeting. You realized then that this was his way of making sure you were okay with what was happening- giving you a chance to back out and change your mind. You just answered by tangling your hands in his hair, pulling so that he was at just the right angle to kiss you.

Aaron dug his fingers into your hips, hard enough to make you gasp out. You were definitely going to have bruises the next day, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. He shoved his leg in between yours and tugged on your lip with his teeth, which made you whimper involuntarily. He smirked against your lips, obviously proud of the noises he was drawing from you. You pulled on his hair harder as a sign of irritation, but that seemed to only make him more amused as he pulled away to laugh into your neck.

“Are we just going to make out against a wall like we’re back in high school, or are you going to actually do something worth my time?” you breathe, fighting to keep your voice even and light. It only halfway worked as he dragged his tongue up your neck to your pulse point. And then he bit down, hard.

It took everything in your power to stay quiet, especially as he softly kissed the newly forming bruise. His attack on your neck was relentless as he pulled your hips and back forth against his thigh. You whimpered as you desperately tried to get any friction from the simple movement. Your skirt was now dangerously close to being pushed so far up your legs that you would be completely exposed.

You pulled away first- you had to or your legs were going to completely give out from under you. You desperately tried to get your breathing under control and, to your annoyance, he looked perfectly composed. The only thing giving him away was his slightly swollen lips.

His fingers trailed up your thigh, getting so close to where you want him. “What would you like me to do then?” he asked easily, his voice almost sounding bored. You were speechless, like your brain had just short circuited. There were a lot of things you wanted him to do, but the words were lost on the tip of your tongue. “If you want something, you have to ask for it.” That was a demand, and he punctuated it by pressing his thigh further into you. You were sure he was going to have a wet spot on his slacks. He took the hand not in between your legs and grabbed your jaw forcefully, his thumb resting on your bottom lip. “Use your words, little girl.”

You realize that the two of you were standing on the edge of a cliff, and you had the power to decide whether or not to jump over. It gave you a strange sense of power. Logically, you knew it was a bad idea. He was too old for you, obviously going through some sort of relationship trauma, and wasn’t somebody you could talk to your friends and family about. But the less rational side wanted him so badly it hurt. You wanted him more than you’ve wanted anything or anyone in a long time.

You noticed your strawberry colored lipstick was smudged ever so slightly on the corner of his mouth, and that’s all it took for you to jump off the side of the cliff. “I want you to drag me into the empty classroom just down the hall and fuck me senseless. I want you to use me,” you moan before taking his thumb into your mouth and sucking.

The look on his face is something you’ll never forget. There was a mix of shock and arousal, but also something primitive; His eyes darkened when you told him to use you, and there was a fluttering in your stomach. You couldn’t tell if it was from excitement or dread. Maybe even both.

He removed his hands from your mouth and legs, only to place his hand on the small of your back. He began walking towards the classroom you had pointed out, much too slow for your liking, but he knew exactly what he was doing. “You’re going to regret asking me to use you,” he practically growls in your ear, each word increasing your arousal. “Are you one of those lonely female law students you warned me about? So desperate and needy for a real man to bend you over a table and fuck you until you can’t walk straight? Ready and willing to whore yourself out for the first man who gives you a second glance?”

Your breath hitched as you stuttered out your answer. “Y-yes, Agent Hotchner,” you whispered as he opened the classroom door and guided you in.

As soon as the door was shut and locked, he was back on your lips again, lifting you so that you were sitting on one of the desks with your legs wrapped around his waist. “Call me Aaron,” he mumbled in between kisses, and you were all too happy to oblige.

You were a moaning mess at this point as his hands pushed your dress up to your waist. His hands and lips were somehow everywhere at once and you were so hot and all you could think about was getting your damn dress off, but Aaron seemed to have other plans.

He ran his fingers up your lace covered slit and he just chuckled into your lips. “You’re so wet for me, already,” he groaned and you let out an embarrassingly loud moan. “And I’ve barely touched you. Do my words really have that much effect on you? Do you like it when I call you a whore?”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties and quickly pulled them down. You could feel his bulge pressing against you and all you could think about was how badly you wanted it. How badly you wanted him. Your hands moved down his chest to make quick work of his belt, and his pants followed after.

“Please, please Aaron,” you begged, desperately trying to create some friction against him. His fingers tangled in your hair and he pulled your head back so that you were looking at him.

“You’re so pretty when you beg.” His fingers slowly ran up your slit, not enough to give you any pleasure. He was teasing you and enjoying every second of it. “And I wish I could take my time with you. The things I want to do to you…” Two of his fingers entered you and you cried out loudly. “But somebody could walk in on us at any second. I’m sure they can all hear you moaning like a dirty whore, all for me. But you’d like that, wouldn’t you? So desperate for my attention and approval.”

His words turned you on more than you would have liked to admit. “Yes, Aaron yes. Please-” you were cut off by Aaron curling his fingers, hitting that spot that made you want to scream out in pleasure. But all too soon, they were gone.

He inspected his fingers, which were now covered in your juices, before bringing them to your mouth. “Suck,” he ordered, and you eagerly complied, wrapping your lips around his fingers and moaning at the taste of yourself. “I’ll just have to fuck you quickly here, and then you’ll be begging for more next time,” he groaned and finally- finally- entered you.

He didn’t give you time to adjust to him, thrusting roughly into you. He removed his fingers from your mouth and brought his hand to your neck. He didn’t put any pressure, but he wanted you to know that he could and would if you decided to get mouthy with him.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk you were sitting on, your knuckles turning white. Your eyes started to close in pleasure as his hips slammed into yours, but they shot open as he tightened his grip on your throat. “Look at me. I want to see you when you cum,” he ordered, and you nodded the best you could.

“Yes sir!” you cried out, unsure of what else to say.

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Aaron released your throat and moved his hand down so that he was stimulating your clit. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten as your legs started to twitch. Aaron took this as motivation to slam into you even harder, relishing each time you gasped out his name.

His pace was unforgiving, leaving you gasping for air. Keeping your eyes open was a challenge, but you were able to do it with his soft mutters of praise. “Even brats like you can be good girls,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. “You just need somebody to fuck it into you.”

You were unable to respond coherently, so you just settled on begging even more, although you weren’t sure what you were begging for exactly. Aaron seemed to know, and he sped up his fingers against your clit. You wanted to scream out for him, but your voice wasn’t working. “What did I say before?” he asks roughly. “If you want something, ask for it.”

“Please… please can I cum?” you cried out, feeling yourself getting close to the edge. “Please let me cum around your cock!”

He nodded in approval and you had to muffle yourself in his neck to keep quiet. He fucked you through your orgasm, the overstimulation almost too much, but it wasn’t long before he was moaning your name, and you felt him fill you.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments, both breathing heavily as the situation started to sink in. You just let a guy almost 15 years older than you that you just met fuck you in an empty classroom, and you really enjoyed it. Aaron, on the other hand, looked like he was going through a full crisis.

He pulled out of you slowly, and you winced at the feeling. He pulled up his pants quickly. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, looking around the empty classroom. “I don’t have anything good to clean you up with.” A box of kleenex caught his eye and he grabbed a few tissues. It was better than nothing.

You chuckled nervously and waved it off. “It’s fine,” you promised, your voice coming out shakier than you expected, but he ignored you. He wiped the mess dripping down your thighs. You were cold. He must have noticed, because he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked softly, and it was a full 180 from the way he had just been talking to you.

“I’m great,” you admitted honestly. “Seriously, that was… great.”

Aaron smiled at you- the first real smile he had given you all night. “It wasn’t too much?” he confirmed, and you suddenly remembered what he had said to you earlier. ...then you’ll be begging for more next time. Was he planning on a next time? You wouldn’t have minded it.

You shook your head and slowly slid off the table. You took one of the tissues and wiped up the mess that was left on the table. “Not at all. In fact, I could take more. Next time.” Your voice was light and airy. Aaron watched as you picked your underwear off the floor. There was no way you were putting those back on, not when you had no idea when the floor was last cleaned.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he teased, eyeing you carefully.

“Well I can’t keep it if I only have your media liaison’s number,” you reminded him, your eyebrow raised. Aaron chuckled and pulled out another business card, except this time it was his. You plucked the card out of his hands and inspected it carefully. “I’ll call you sometime. You can do all those other things we didn’t have time to do.” You were on your tiptoes now, whispering in his ear. “You know… my mouth can do a lot more than just ask for things.” As you spoke, you slipped your panties into his back pocket. You just laughed as you heard a soft gasp escape his lips.

You made your way towards the door, your legs wobbling dangerously underneath you. You were sure that you looked like a mess, but you didn’t care. All that mattered to you was Aaron Hotchner’s eyes glued to your ass. “Get home safe,” he told you and you let yourself smile. Maybe it was a bad idea to start sleeping with a recent divorcee, but the sex was great and you both knew where you stood with the other person. No feelings, just fucking out your frustrations and stress.

Oh yeah, coming to this event was definitely a good call on your part.

[nishisun]

suna rintaro is NOT a genius.

summary: you loved the idea of soulmates. suna rintaro didn’t. it isn’t that hard to put two and two together to realize that maybe people with different opinions on things don’t belong together.

part 2

a/n: this was literally supposed to be a series, i gave up on it because i just didn’t like the way it turned out. it used to be called “out of my league” and this was the intro. i also renamed it. just emptying drafts!! please don’t get confused with the random timeskip, once again, this was a part of a series i never ended up posting😭

WARNING!!: suggestive themes, mentions of death, idk kinda angsty but tell me if i missed anything

Soulmates. Whatever the hell that means. The idea of soulmates is something I truly don’t understand. It’s bullshit, honestly. It’s all-pervasive.

My mother always told me I'd eventually find "the one.” I used to believe that when I was younger of course. But in my opinion? It’s all cliches. It's unhelpful, and it's certainly not true. Destiny is an excuse for the weak. Why do you think most marriages end in divorce? It's 'cause people who believe they are “destined to be" assume everything will fall into place without any effort. I don't appreciate people pontificating bullshit like that just to make me feel better, especially if they haven't found their "soulmate" themselves. My sister once told me, “People who believe in soulmates are more likely to break up and encounter more difficulty in their relationship, which will lead them to give up on one another eventually.”

I sure do believe that.

My mother is a prime example. Fumeiko Suna, my dear mother. Well, she clearly hasn’t found hers. I found out when I came home after a tedious day of school in 5th grade and found my dear mother on the floor crying, with bruises all over her face and a busted lip.

Initially, I thought a burglar had broken into our home once again, but if that were the case then there would’ve been missing furniture. But there wasn’t.

In fact, the place seemed cleaner than usual. When I ran up to her and asked her what had happened, there he was. The devil himself. My father. He reeked of alcohol, and I could detect his shadow towering over me. It’s funny how that I think of it. I used to fear that son of a bitch. Now, I’m way taller than him, and hate his guts. I turned around to see a faux-sympathetic smile plastered on his face.

He explained how my mother was being “clumsy” and had fell and busted her lip on one of the corners of the kitchen table and when I turned back around to face my mother, she smiled gently and nodded in agreement. She didn’t say anything after that.

It was then I realized my father had beat my mother to a pulp.

Long story short, when I found it was my father, sure, I was frightened. In fact, I remember going into my siblings’ rooms to inform them, they shrugged it off and told me that dad had been doing it for a while now.

Over time, when my dad had found out that I was aware, he didn't mind beating the absolute shit out of my mother in front of all three of us. This was when my burning hatred for that man started. Nobody in the house even attempted to stop him. I did a few times, though. He took all his anger out on me. At least my mom had a break for the day.

I almost pitied my mother. Almost. Maybe if she was strong enough to leave him, then yeah, I’d feel bad. But she still decides to stay with his sorry ass. It’s pathetic. It’s unrequited love or whatever you call it. How could she still love that asshole?

I mean, I’m not even going to lie, I’m an asshole too, but I’m definitely not my dad. I would never want to be him. He’s not someone I looked up to, he doesn’t do anything inspirational. He’s a businessman. He travels the majority of the time, and I’m pretty sure my mom invites men over when he’s gone. I don’t care enough to find out. But if I ever hear some guy rearranging my mom’s guts, I’ll kill him. I don’t even blame my mother. What she’s doing is wrong, she knows it and so do both of my older siblings. But they don't seem to care so why should I?

Who knows why she just won’t leave him. Maybe it’s cause they don’t want to ruin how people view our “picture perfect” family. I wonder what they’d say. “I thought the Suna’s were the ideal family? I guess not.”

My dad would probably lose it if he heard that.

Both my mother and my father are the cause of this broken family of mine. They never fed me or any of my siblings the love we always desired when we were younger. They never came to any of my volleyball games when I was younger. They never applauded me for the little recitals we’d have in class in primary school. They were never even here for most of my childhood. They always put money first and left us with the housekeepers. Hell, the housekeepers probably know me better than my own parents.They failed as parents. I despise them for it. They’re most likely the reason I am the way I am, but to be honest?

I don’t give a fuck.

In fact, I should thank them! Because of how they “raised” me, i’m extremely blunt, which is why people respect me. I use the hatred I have for my family and take it out on people and no, I’m not proud of that. I may be a heartless asshole, but I like that people fear me. The hell? Does that make me a sadist? Either way, people know to never fuck with me cause I’d fuck their shit up. I’ve overheard many people say it’s ‘cause of my privilege. It probably is. Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure can buy you many other things.

If my parents were broke, I’d probably be expelled from school by now. Abuse of alcohol and drugs are forbidden on school property. I don’t even take them at school, I somewhat care about my education and health, but sometimes I just need to blow some steam. Even if I did, nobody’s gonna say shit since my dad is the head of Japan’s board of education. How did his ass even get there?

Call me lonely or cynical. Maybe I am. But how is that a bad thing? Why do people need a significant other to rely on? What, a soulmate is just going to turn my life upside down then suddenly bring me happiness? Pfft, I’m gonna need actual proof that shit like that still happens. I’ve only seen shit like that in fairy tale movies. It’s whatever, though. I can live with being alone. I’ve basically been alone my whole life and it isn’t as bad as people make it.

You loved the idea of having a soulmate. The thought of meeting someone who just understood you, accepted you for who you were, and most importantly, loved you excited you. You couldn’t wait to meet your soulmate.

But recently, you weren’t sure soulmates existed.

When your older sister, Akira, came into your room and burst into tears, it frightened you. Your older sister, the one who’d always provide you advice on relationships and how to keep one was in your room sobbing hysterically because hers hadn’t worked out.

“I just can't believe it,” she sobbed.

You couldn’t believe it either. Your sister had recently gotten engaged to her boyfriend of 9 years. They started dating at the age of 15 and managed to make things work out even after high school, and out of all those years of dating, they never broke up. Not even once.

They’d go on romantic dates on Saturdays and they’d always write love letters to one another every day, just to remind one another of how grateful they were to have each other in their lives. On Halloween, they’d dress up as fictional characters from TV shows and books and take cute selfies and bake a bunch of sweets. They’d invite you to come bake with them, but you would politely deny. You knew they were only offering so you wouldn’t feel left out, which you appreciated.

Of course, they’d argue every now and then, but at the end of the day, they always managed to talk things out. Oh to have a relationship like theirs. They were everything you wanted to have in a relationship and more.

“I really thought he was the one for me, y’know?” No, you don’t know. But that doesn't matter. What mattered was cheering your sister up.

“Maybe he wasn’t ‘the one’ Akira, and that’s okay! People come and go all the time, soulmates come and go all the time as well-”

“You still believe soulmates are real, huh?” she let out a humorless laugh and sniffed her nose, “What If I missed my one shot at love, Y/N? What if I lost my soulmate?”

That’s some deep shit.

Now that you think about it, were soulmates real? Soulmates come and go, yes, you’re aware of that, but even though they leave, it’s always temporary. Soulmates always find a way back to their other half, the piece that completes them.

Your dad never made it back to your mother.

He died in a car crash 5 years ago. Your mother and father had been arguing because she claimed your father was cheating on her since he wouldn’t let her check his phone.

You were 13 at the time. Your sister Akira was accompanying you in your room, listening to them arguing back and forth with one another. There was furniture flying across the room, glass breaking, and both of them throwing curses at each other. You were scared. They never argued in front of you and your sister. They'd bicker sometimes, but it was never anything too deep.

Eventually, your father had enough of your mother’s false accusations, and out of anger, he packed his things and left home. For weeks. It wasn’t until one of your uncles called your mother and broke the news. She didn’t take it very well.

Late 2012-early 2013.

Not many people came to your father’s funeral, his family didn’t like the fact that he and your mother were together, they said your mother was trouble, but your dad still stayed with her, even if that meant it would completely destroy the bond he had with his family. Now that’s true love, you had thought. Only your mother, Akira, the Sunas, your uncle, and you, of course, attended the funeral.

It hurt a lot. It hurt when your mother informed both your grandparents on your mother and father’s side and all they could do is put the blame on her. It hurt how they had claimed you, Akira and your mother were a hindrance to your dear father’s well-being. How could they be so cruel at a time like this?

That was the first time you ever questioned if soulmates were real. Maybe they fell in love at the wrong time? Who knows.

After your father’s passing, Fumiko Suna, your mother’s best friend, was there to help your family out financially. Your mother couldn’t even find the motivating to go to work. Your mother and Fumiko have been best friends since junior high, they’ve literally been inseparable ever since. In fact, after they both got married, they decided to live right next to each other.

Your mom didn’t cope with your father’s death very well; none of you did. But your mom had it the worst.

She would cope with alcohol and clubbing which would always result in her bringing different men home almost every night. You didn’t say much about it, you thought it would be selfish to since that’s what seemed to make your mother feel better about herself, but your sister hated it. She was already 19 and in college at the time, but when she visited and found out that your mother had basically been neglecting you, she was furious.

“Seriously, mom? This is what you’re gonna do while your 13-year-old daughter is in her room having a literal mental breakdown because of your childish behavior?” Your sister had barged into your mother’s room when she thought you were asleep, she was screaming loud.

“You’re interrupting something important, Akira. You know better than to-”

“Oh, shut the hell up mom. You’re the last person on earth to be saying shit like that.”

“Well, if you’re done, you can leave my room now. You’re being disrespectful, and this behavior is not tolerated!” Your mother was screaming now. The man in the bed covering his body under the covers and looking back and forth between Akira and your mother.

“Sakiya, maybe you should hear your daughter out-”

“Not now.” your mother scarcely interrupted the man, eye contact never leaving Akira. “Y/N has never complained about this when you were in college. She knows this is my way of coping, why can’t you understand that too!”

Akira scoffed. “So what, getting fucked by random strangers you find on the filthy streets is your way of coping? Getting wasted every damn night to the point where Y/N has to drag you up to bed is okay with you? Do you even know how much this is affecting Y/N? Did you even bother asking her how she felt? I hate breaking it to you mom, but you need serious help.”

“You selfish child!” Your mother screamed, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body, getting up from the bed. “How dare you say that to your own mother?”

“I’m only telling the truth! If you’re the mother, then it’s your job to be taking care of Y/N, not neglecting her. When’s the last time you’ve engross in an actual conversation with her when you were fully sober?”

Your mother was silent. She quickly walked up to Akira and grabbed her by the hair and slammed her headfirst against the wall.

“You’ve got a big mouth! Maybe I should wash it with soap like I did back in the day, hm?” Akira was attempting to push her mother away, but she wouldn’t let go of her grip. The man that was still on your mother’s bed was in panic, yelling her name, which didn’t have any effect. He might as well stop.

"Look," Akira mumbled, struggling to get away from your mother's grip, "I know it's been hard ever since dad left-"

“Mom! Let go of her!” You cried from the door of her room.

All 3 adults froze and looked at your glassy eyes, mouths wide open.

“Hey, kiddo, I thought you were asleep?” Akira playfully said, your mother let go of Akira and crossed her arms then looked away from you.

“Well, I can't really go to sleep when there’s a bunch of adults yelling about my well-being,” you muttered incoherently. You quickly wiped the uncontrollable tears off your face and sighed.

“Honey,” your mom started, she walked slowly to you, carefully examined your face, and attempted to hug you, but you didn’t accept the offer which made your mother frown. She stopped walking until she was almost face to face with you and placed a hand on your shoulder gently. “Baby, your sister told me that you weren’t happy. Is this true?”

You looked away from her and stared dully at the floor, subtly shifting your feet, then you softly shook your head “no.”

“See Akira, Y/N is happy. So please stop stressing her out.” Your mother said through gritted teeth, then faced you once again. “Y/N honey, how about I go tuck you into bed, hm? I’m so sorry for the excessive noise that was caused.”

“Mom, how clueless can you be? Y/N looks miserable! It’s unhealthy for Y/N to be living-“

Slap.

Your mother just slapped Akira on the face.

“I know what’s best for my daughter! I am her mother! You are not the one who should be telling me how to take care of my own kid!”

“That’s enough, Sakiya.” a familiar voice said from the door.

“Fumeiko-“

“It’s fine. Sakiya, we need to talk.” It was Fumeiko Suna, your mother’s best friend, also known as your next door neighbor. She had been standing in the hallways the whole time, you didn’t even know she was there. Akira was the one who called her over.

That night your mother agreed to get help for her drinking problem. She was gone for 6 months. During those 6 months, the Suna’s took you in since Akira would be in college and you couldn’t have been more grateful.

You and Rintaro were the only kids in the house, being that you both were the same age and the others were in college. It was okay, they were all very polite, dinners were awkward, you could feel some sort of tension between the family but you didn’t pay any attention to it.

When your mom finally came back, it was awkward at first. She still seemed the same, loving and caring, just sober and free of alcohol. It was nice. You two spent the weekends bonding at the mall, watching a movie, or even getting your nails done. Eventually, she gained your trust back, and you couldn’t have been happier.

January 2017.

“Akira, don’t say that. You may not believe me now, but you are such an amazing person, don’t ever think you’ll never find love again. It’s all about having a positive mindset!” you said, thoughtfully stroking her hair as her head laid on your chest.

“I told you that.”

“You did,” you chuckled, “you should take your own advice.

“Oh, shut up!” you both laughed, and Akira let out a shaky sigh. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course, you don't need to thank me. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

— so this is one of the writings that i wrote in January 😭 it’s been in my drafts and i re-read it once and instantly hated it right after. if there’s any typos please tell me!!

— also i wanna apologize again for putting gmds on hiatus,, i feel so bad 😭 i wanna make it up to you guys but idk how so if you have suggestions pls tell me

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Coming Soon: Kiss and Tell

I’m super excited to introduce my newest Special — Kiss and Tell. It’s a project I’ve been thinking about for a while now and while I’ve only been writing drabbles or short oneshots, I really wanted to try my hand at writing longer stories. I don’t know how long each story will be and I don’t know how long this project will take, but I hope that you’ll support me on my writing journey.

These stories will be written in a 3rd person limited (members thoughts) with fem ocs.

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For centuries, kisses have been a way to express emotions, and whether it's a passionate liplock between lovers or a loving kiss from parent to child, each kiss has a story behind it. Kiss and Tell follows the lives of 7 young men, all at different stages of life, and the story behind their kiss.

Jisung's Story

Jisung is your standard awkward high school student: he plays video games till 2 a.m., cleans his room only when his mother nags him for the hundredth time, and struggles to form coherent sentences in front of the girl he's been crushing on: Kim Yeri. With the annual summer fair coming up, The Carnival, and college looming on the horizon, he finally plucked up the courage to ask her out, and to his surprise, she agreed. This should be it: he's finally getting his chance at the sappy high school romance he's been waiting for, so then why can't he stop thinking about the little mole on the lower right corner of his best friend's lips

Item: Bites, Desert

Allergen Warnings: Profanity, Crude Humor, etc.

Expected Release: In August

Haechan's Story

Haechan has always been the funny guy, always putting a smile on other people's faces and making them feel as if they've known each other for years, even if they've just met for a few minutes. So when he finally meets the girl with impeccable timing for jokes that almost rivals his… almost, you can bet he married her as soon as he could. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it, and Haechan's idyllic life is shattered in an instant.

Item: Bites, Namericano

Allergen Warnings: Major Character Death, Pregnancy, Grief, etc.

Mark's Story

Mark is twenty-two years old, a recent college graduate, young, capable, and ready to face the world. Sure, he earned a degree in Musical Composition, which, in hindsight, may not be the safest career choice. Still, it was a crucial part of him, and with a support system like his, his loving parents, sympathetic brother, and an angel of a girlfriend, who wouldn't pursue it. But Mark wasn't prepared for the world to come to him; he is offered a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, the only problem being that it is halfway across the globe — truly putting the distance in long distance. Mark must decide whether his love or his dream is more important to him.

Item: Bites, Namericano

Allergen Warnings: Not Applicable for now

Renjun's Story

Renjun is eleven years old... okay, ten and a half, and he's about to start his last year of elementary school. He's a big kid now, but he doesn't feel like it; in fact, he misses his parents, who are constantly shooing him away with excuses about working hard to achieve a pormoshin... promortion... or something like that. He is tired and irritable, and all he wants to do is curl up into a small ball and hide from the world, which he does most of the time because students and teachers prefer to ignore him rather than deal with his tantrums. With the start of a new school year comes a new teacher, one who doesn't seem to take no for an answer. Will Renjun finally open up, or will she, like everyone else, lose interest in him?

Item: Bites, Mocha

Allergen Warnings: Anxiety, Bullying, Negligence

Jaemin's Story

If someone had told seventeen-year-old Jaemin that at age twenty-seven, he would be living in a much too small apartment, having an affair with his much older, married neighbor, who always promised to leave her husband for him, but never did, and still hadn't pursued his photography dream because he was too much of coward and still cared about what people thought of him, he would have punched that person in the face, and obnoxiously yell very choice words. And yet here he was, exactly that; there was no need to beat around the bush, Na Jaemin was a complete loser.

Item: Bites, Mocha

Allergen Warnings: Age-Gap, Suggestive Scenes, Cheating, Insecurity, etc

Chenle's Story

Chenle is a "late bloomer." Not professionally, of course, graduating from the country's top business school at the age of 18, starting and successfully building a fortune 500 company by the age of 25, and now owning a thriving business empire at the age of 40, Chenle was undoubtedly fortunate in that aspect of his life, his romantic life, however, not so much. So at the age of 40, Chenle decided to try his hand at online dating, and after some questionable, read disastrous dates, he's finally met a serious-relationship worthy woman and Chenle swears he can smell love in the air. Little did Chenle know that trouble was on its way, in the form of the woman's 15-year-old teenage daughter, who was determined to put an end to Chenle's relationship.

Item: Bites, Namericano

Allergen Warnings: Break down, Divorce, Absent Parent, etc.

Jeno's Story

Jeno has two loves: singing and partying, a combination that is destined for disaster. After experimenting at a party, Jeno's behavior reaches a new low jeopardizing not only his singing career but also his relationship with his junior singer that he may or may not be falling in love with.

Item: Namericano, Bites

Allergen Warnings: Age-Gap, Drugs, Partying, Reckless Behavior, Hallucinations, Violence (etc.)

Guide to Sun Baekary Diction

Bites = Slice of Life

Namericano = Angst

Mocha = Feel-Good/Motivational

Desert = Fluff

Allergen Warning = Trigger Warning

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Still obsessing thinking about therapy au and Jehan possibly trying to help Héloise when she's going through a hard time. True he's happy to still have Héloise in his life even though she's no longer his therapist. He can convince himself to be content just being friends with her, as long as he constantly reminds himself never to be alone with her or do anything that might spark rumors. Despite idle gossip being a sin, almost all members of the church have been guilty of falling to its temptation, especially among the clergy and cloistered sisters.

Which is why Fr. Jehan is very concerned when he notices Sister Héloise has become distracted and withdrawn recently. Wondering if he's over stepping asking her what's wrong, and when she just half jokingly explains she just overthinking some stupid family stuff, from the last time she visited home, nothing to worry about. Yet it doesn't ease his anxiety at all, because how many times did he make similar excuses?

He knows Héloise also lost her father at a young age. It was one of the ways she got Jehan to gradually open up to her back when she was his doctor, and he was still reluctant to talk about what happened between him and Tiefer, and how things changed after Nathan's death. She shared stories with Jehan about growing up in Beirut and being all of 15 years old when war broke out, and she lost her father, her childhood and her home. (It's not an easy subject to talk about, for either of them, and she stressed to Jehan, this doesn't lessen what he went through. They both survived horrifying things, and though their respective wounds came from different sources, they both know what it's like to be wounded kids, crying, terrified and angry at both the cruelty they suffered and at themselves for being too weak to stop it. Even as an adult you can still feel that way. ) Though he knows despite sharing the loss of a father, and childhood Héloise's family situation was different than his own. He's just being paranoid right…right?

Until one day when Fr.Jehan was visiting the neighboring convent to assist when their normal parish priest fell ill. He recognizes Sister Héloise arguing with an older man outside the main entrance, and believes his worst fears might be true when he sees her jerk away when the man tries to reach for her and yell "just leave! Don't talk to me! Don't touch me! I can't stand to look at you!" Jehan immediately calls out to Héloise and heads over to stand between her and the stranger asking if there is a problem? Even when the elderly man steps away, addressing Fr. Jehan respectfully and apologizing for causing a scene, Jehan still doesn't drop his guard until he sees the older man walk off the grounds(he knows all too well thanks to Tiefer that just because someone acts harmless in public doesn't mean they aren't dangerous). Afterwards Héloise asks if she could speak with Jehan at the confessional. She doesn't want to create even more of a scene especially since it concerns something very personal, and she'd rather not risk Sister Rosalie overhearing, as she's one of the biggest gossips at the convent.

Fr. Jehan still fears the worst when he steps into the confessional and recites the usual prayers and asks Sister Héloise the usual questions. She explains that the man she was arguing with earlier was her stepfather, Joe Vicario, and when she clarifies that she wasn't upset with him because he harmed her in any way, she apologizes to Jehan for not clarifying things right away. Relief washes over Jehan when he learns his suspicions were wrong…until Héloise tells him that the reason she was so angry at Joe was because he and her mother were divorcing. Apparently neither Joe or Héloise's mother were going to say anything about it to anyone in the family, until her youngest sister left for college, but apparently that changed when Joe knocked up his 35 year old mistress. So Joe, being a well-intentioned dumbass, doesn't want his next (and possibly last) kid to be born out of wedlock, so he decides to let the family know before they get blind sided by receiving wedding invitations!

Understandably it's a fucked up situation (although thankfully not as fucked up as Jehan feared) but he understands why Héloise has been so withdrawn lately. He lets her vent all her anger and frustration, and how much she feels like a hypocrite because she should be able to handle this like a mature adult, she's 30 years old dammit! She's treated and counsels people for marital problems and divorce before, and honestly Joe and her mother should have divorced years ago, she shouldn't be acting like-

"Like a scared and hurt kid"

Jehan finishes Héloise self admission aloud. He knows what that's like, even now he imagines himself again at 13 baby faced, and too short for his age, he even checks his back to make sure the bandages are still covering the still healing scars, trying to make sure they don't bleed through and stain his altar boy vestments.

Don't imagine the same damaged boy stepping out of the confessional booth when he hears Héloise sobbing and checking in on her. Don't imagine Héloise looking like she did at 15 all gangly limbs, and her face hasn't quite filled out yet, her longer hair in a French braid hunched over sobbing, clutching her right side so the old bullet wound won't reopen and bleed through her Sunday dress. Don't picture young Héloise's tear stained face looking up.

"I was just so angry, and I said such awful things to him! And he was so heartbroken when he left. Je, I don't want to lose another father again, and it really would be my fault this time!"

Don't picture young Jehan kneeling in front of the sobbing girl, comforting her while he dries her tears. Don't picture the two of them awkwardly squeezed next to each other in the confessional, little Jehan holding Héloise's hand, reminding her to breathe and talking her through things like she always did for him. Once they both step out of the confessional they're back to their adult selves. Though once they finish the confession officially Sister Héloise hugs Fr. Jehan and thanks him for helping her. He just assures her that's just what friends do, and he has to keep reminding himself of that and not to keep stealing glances of Héloise throughout the day like he's still a dumb kid with a crush.

I'm not crying, YOU'RE crying 😭💕