#noah is much younger than i remembered

[mire022]

I vaguely remembered yoojin treating yerim, yoohyun and noah like kids, but i failed to see how much it was

"They are at that age that they want to look mature..." ; "I wouldnt want them to be near a corpse. They are still kids!" ; "ah there is food on your cheek let me clean it up"

I love how yoojin sometimes thinks he is being condescending but the 'kids' like his coddling

[ceyanabbiolo]

PHOTOGRAPH // M.S [01]

Summary: Daphne Denoire, a 21-year-old, returns to Boston to after 3 years—but working for her brother’s best friend, Matthew Sturniolo, wasn’t part of the plan. He’s a 26-year-old multimillionaire. She’s the girl he was never supposed to feel this way about. With secrets between them and boundaries set, how far will they go for a love they never saw coming? Warnings: None. wc: 1798

Chapter 1: So long, London

It’d been a week since I landed back in Boston, but with everything going on. Work had dragged me from one meeting to the next, and even when I wasn’t working, there was the whole “catching up on lost time” thing that somehow meant more emails and calls.

Now, finally, I was here—in Noah’s apartment, the one place that still felt like home, even though we were both grown men fumbling through adulthood. 

Noah was a long-time friend, we met in middle school, at the age of twelve. My family had known him for a just about the same amount of time. He is basically family to me and my brothers. 

I tossed my bag onto the couch and sank in, letting the familiar scent of his place hit me—the mix of old leather, coffee, and whatever cologne Noah used that was too subtle to really identify.

Noah’s eyes immediately landed on me like he could see the exhaustion in my posture. “You look like you’ve been run over.”

“Feels about right,” I said, taking the water he handed me. “L.A. was brutal. Shoot after shoot, executives breathing down my neck. I’m glad it’s over.”

He laughed. “Rich people problems.”

“Shut up.” I smiled, but my mind was still tangled up in all the chaos I’d left behind.

We talked about his law school schedule, the fact that he was leaving for his final year at the end of the month. I admired him—he’d been grinding away at that degree while I was chasing cameras and deadlines. Two different paths, same stubbornness.

Then the knock came. 

I glanced at Noah, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”

He got up, stretching casually as if no one was expected. “Right, I forgot to mention—my sister’s back.”

Noah’s little sister.

The last time I saw her was just before she left at eighteen. What I remember—though it’s hazy—is a quiet, painfully shy girl who always seemed wrapped up in her own little world. She rarely left her room and was almost always clutching that camera of hers like it was a lifeline. Being younger than us, she kept to herself, lost in her own bubble, while the rest of us moved on.

I was just realizing I actually didn’t know much about her. 

Noah moved to open the door, still acting casual like this was nothing new.

Then the door swung wide, she walked in. 

Daphne Denoire.

She looked different, really different. 

She looked put together—clean and polished, with a soft pink tone to her outfit that made her look both feminine and effortlessly stylish. It was obvious she had an aesthetic now, something carefully curated, far from the quiet girl who used to hide behind oversized clothes.

Still about five feet tall, but she carried herself differently—more sure, more deliberate.

It hit me all at once how much she’d changed.

She looked at me, brows knitting for a second in hesitation. “Matt?” she asked, voice soft with a hint of confusion.

I chuckled, a slow grin tugging at the corner of my mouth.

“Did you forget me already?”

She let out a quiet laugh. “I was trying to figure out if it was you, Nick, or Chris. Hard to remember after a while.”

I shook my head, still trying to wrap my head around how different she looked—and sounded.

“Glad I made the cut,” I said, trying to sound casual even though her presence was anything but.

Daphne disappeared down the hallway, probably heading to her room.

I watched her go for a second longer than I meant to, then turned back to Noah, still trying to piece it all together.

“She looks… different,” I said finally, leaning back against the couch. “Not at all how I remember her.”

Noah cracked open a soda, barely glancing up. “Yeah. It’s been three years, man. She’s not a teenager anymore.”

“No, I know that. It’s just…” I paused, still surprised. “She’s got a whole look now. All posh. Not the oversized sweats and hoodies I remember, and no glasses.”

Noah smirked. “Yeah, she ditched those in college. Got contacts.”

I nodded slowly, still thinking about the girl I remembered and the woman who just walked out of the room. “Still quiet though.”

I let out a low whistle, more to myself. “London changed her.”

Noah let out a breath, nodding. “Yeah...especially during her last year of high school. She barely spoke to anyone back then.”

I glanced toward the hallway where she’d disappeared. “Why?”

He hesitated, then said quietly, “She was going through a lot. Never really talked about it much. Just kept to herself.”

There was something in his tone that told me not to push. Something protective.

I leaned back, letting the silence settle between us, but the curiosity was already

“Always will be,” Noah said with a shrug. “But she’s not the same kid anymore.”

I leaned back, still thinking about the girl who used to avoid the living room like it was cursed. “No. She’s not.”

DAPHNE 

When I walked into my home, the last thing I expected was to see Matthew Sturniolo sitting there—looking even more handsome than I remembered. Effortless, calm, like he belonged in every room without trying.

I’d kept up with him on social media. Of course, I had. I knew what he looked like—knew the tattoos, the styled hair, the casual grins he wore in magazine shoots and brand campaigns. However, seeing him online and seeing him here, just a few feet away, were two completely different things.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a small crush on Matt growing up. The kind of silly, girlish crush that bloomed quietly—never spoken out loud, never really meant to be anything more.

He was always around—teasing Noah, raiding our fridge, or lounging on our couch like he owned the place. His family came from old money, filthy rich in that effortless way that made everything seem just within reach and totally untouchable. One of his brothers, Chris, had taken over their massive estate a few years back, sealing in that legacy.

He was five years older, just like my brother. Untouchable in that older-guy kind of way—cool, confident, with a lazy laugh that made everyone stop and listen. He never had to try; he just was.

For a long time, that was enough to make my stomach twist in that naive, girlish way I’d never admit out loud.

But that was years ago.

We were both adults now.

Seeing him now—really seeing him—made something shift. Not in the way that childhood crushes do, but in a slower, heavier way. 

My silly crush on Matt was long gone.

I had grown up, lived a whole different life in a different country. I’d seen more of the world, done new things, and experienced things on my own. 

I had to leave Boston.

Not just because I wanted to—but because staying meant facing things I wasn’t ready to confront. Things that happened in the silence, shadows I couldn’t shake.

There were things I couldn’t say aloud, wounds that didn’t heal with time, and a silence I carried like a weight too heavy to put down.

Leaving was my only escape—a way to disappear, to find some kind of peace away from everything I knew.

By the time Matt left, the house had quieted down.

Noah and I ended up in the kitchen—he rummaging through the fridge, and I leaned against the counter, sipping water and trying to settle into the silence.

He finally gave up and leaned on the opposite counter, eyeing me. 

“So,” he said casually, “you really happy to be back in Boston?”

I paused, eyes flicking toward the window like the answer might be out there somewhere.

“I don’t know yet,” I said honestly. “It feels…weird. Familiar but not the same.”

He nodded slowly, like he understood more than he let on, “Yeah. A lot’s changed.”

I just nodded, keeping my eyes on the counter.

There was a pause. Then Noah said quietly, like it had been sitting on his chest the whole time, “He’s still in jail, Daph. You don’t have anything to worry about.”

My fingers tightened slightly around the glass.

“Yeah…” I murmured. “I know.”

Another beat passed before I added, a little too flatly, “It’s whatever.”

“Just live, okay?” he said, looking at me, voice softer. “Especially since I’m leaving soon.”

Noah had one more year of law school. He’d be gone most of the time, probably only coming back once a month—if that.

“The apartment is basically yours when I’m gone,” he added. “Make use of your time.”

I gave a small smile, trying to meet the hope in his eyes. “Well…I’m job hunting, so…hopefully I’ll be occupied.”

He nodded, satisfied enough with that answer. 

A weird pause lingered between us.

Noah and I never really talked about what happened. He avoided the subject, always did. I knew he carried it with him, like somehow, it was his fault. That night changed both of us, just in different ways.

It was his party. His classmate. 

My room. 

He was my older brother. After our parents died in a car accident, Noah basically became my guardian. He was only seventeen at the time—just a kid himself—but he stepped up.

He did everything he could to fill the space they left behind, and I was only twelve, too young to understand the weight he was carrying.

So even if we weren’t the best at communicating, even if he didn’t always know how to be there when I needed him, I respected him, and I trusted him.

He was all I had.  

Leaving for London was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. When I first applied to colleges, I never imagined I’d end up that far from home. It wasn’t the plan—not when money was tight and we weren’t exactly swimming in extra funds.

However, I convinced Noah. I told him I’d work while I studied, that I’d take care of myself. Which I did. I balanced part-time jobs, early mornings, late nights, and the ache of missing home.

By the time I graduated, I had nearly $50,000 in student debt hanging over me like a shadow. My goal is to finish paying it off in the next few years. 

 I don’t regret it, though. London gave me space—space to find myself again after everything. Space to breathe, to grow. I met new people there through my interests. 

Coming back to Boston wasn’t easy. It felt like picking up an old life that no longer quite fit. Boston reminds me of a time I don’t want to remember. 

Looking for a job was the goal now. While Noah was away, I would try to steady myself.

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[chososhoeso2]

I read a lot of romance manhwa/webtoons and as I've been playing lads I've been thinking about what male leads our dear LIs remind me of. I spent way too much thought and time into this and obviously these are just my own personal takes. Also there's some mild spoilers ahead. Without further ado, here are the characters I think are most similar to our boys:

Xavier

My pookie is 100% Noah from I am the Villain. I mean he's a prince working as a knight and he's head over heels for the woman he's a knight for. Also he gets pretty jealous/possessive and he literally looks like Xavier. A secondary (not nearly as perfect of a fit as Noah) option that may seem a bit of an odd choice at first is Lucas from Who Made Me a Princess. He's extremely powerful but also extremely lazy and is always recharging, enjoys playing games and joking with fl but is broody or aloof with others, teleports himself and fl to literally anywhere, he's older than he looks, and gets a bit jealous.

(I've already made another post about how Xavier is Prince Endymion and Lumiere is just Tuxedo Mask, but obviously that's like an S-tier comparison)

Rafayel

The community as a whole has decided that Raf is Jinshi from Apothecary Diaries and Tamaki Suoh from OHSHC. However, I would like to add my own selection to the ring: Prince Cesio from I wasn't the Cinderella. He's got godly powers, is a talented artist, has secrets galore, and is excellent at acting (sometimes bashful, sometimes manipulative, sometimes coy).

Sylus

Here we've got the classic "fl runs to the scary duke for help and the duke is actually a total softy for fl" trope. Since it's such a common trope, I've got some options to choose from, but I would like to present Duke Noah Wynknight from Why Raeliana Ended Up at the Duke's Mansion, mostly for the personality and the dynamic between him and Raeliana being similar to mc and Sy. But ALSO outside of that specific genre, we've got crimelord Sylus himself in Gabriel Angelini from Mafia Nanny.

(Honorable mentions: Duke Dante Heigenberg from To Whom it No Longer Concerns - he's got the added "she doesn't remember me" aspect and also "I fully support my wife's shenanigans")

Caleb

I'm going to have to ask you to hear me out on these because these are some very different choices. We've got Richard from In the Doghouse... iykyk. But also Crush from Cherry Crush - childhood friends turned lovers, but also so much trauma and the poor boy was turned into a cold weapon whose only source of warmth and joy is the one he loves, can't outrun the bad stuff, would be happy to just live the domestic life, has secrets that he slowly unveils, breaks trust but is willing to do whatever it takes to mend things (yes it's bl and also it's a drama not a romance but like he's LITERALLY Caleb).

(Honorable mentions: Emperor Heinrey from The Remarried Empress - puppy dog eyes for days, possessive, doing things behind fl's back, particularly doing shady things as a high ranking official. Also a little bit of Caelus from For My Derelict Favorite? I don't remember much of the story but I do remember that Caelus lost part of himself and fl had to help build him up again and give him a reason to live - it reminds me a bit of post explosion/post HW Caleb so that's the only reason why I'm bringing him up)

Zayne

This one was the hardest for me because I'm least familiar with Zayne. So forgive me if I'm off with these. I've got Prince Alfonso from I'm the Queen in this Life - him and fl met when they were younger, he's the poster child of literal perfection and exactly who you'd bring home to meet the parents, but he's forbidden from being with fl. Also Oh Hyeondo from Selfish Romance, because he's been a career focused guy who's been hurt in the past and slowly falls in love with fl as he helps her pick up the pieces after she experiences heartbreak from someone that he's at some point known/been friends with - slow burn. Also lots of sweets involved.

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While I've read a lot, my TBR list is still longer than the list of what I've finished. So I'm sure that there are some better choices out there for some of the guys. Also there's some manhwa/webtoons I've listed where I haven't finished them or I'm not caught up with the most recent chapters/episodes. I have read enough of them though to feel good about my comparisons.

Also this wasn't necessarily intended to be a "hey if you like this LI, then I recommend this story" kind of list, but I genuinely really like all the ones I've listed. So while I'm not directly recommending them (esp. In the Doghouse, I am not going to be responsible for that), they are worth reading and I also have no friends who read these so like hmu and we can chat about themmmm 🥹👉👈

[anotherdoomsday]

Joshua Wilshire used to be a funny guy. He was a loud, energy-filled clown, the “heart of the party,” as they said. He was hotheaded and short-fused, like his father. He liked surrounding himself with people, jumping from one thing to another. He loved that his new name opened so many doors. After all, everyone wants to be friends with a Wilshire. Perhaps it was because his house was so sterile and lonely. Well, not so lonely. He had dozens of friends and countless acquaintances, but his best friend in the world was his younger brother, Noah. For Joshua’s vibrant extrovert, there was Noah’s recluse introvert. He didn’t have many friends, perhaps no friends at all, preferring to stay mostly with himself in his little world. The only person who had the key to joining him in was Joshua. They were almost the same age, joined at the hip ever since Joshua beat Noah’s bully in 5th grade. Even if Joshua didn’t really understand Noah, he was the only one who truly tried.

That all changed when Noah died. First, there was disbelief. It was a joke, a prank, a lie. Noah wasn’t in a good place, but he wouldn’t kill himself, right? He couldn’t. Then came despair. His little brother was suffering, and he chose to throw himself off a building rather than continue living. Did he contribute in any way? Did Joshua hurt him in some way? Was he a reason? Was there a reason? How could he not see this coming? How did he not see Noah was so close to the edge?

Then came anger. “I saw. I knew. Everybody knew.” He begged for help on his brother’s behalf. He shouted and screamed for someone to help. But nobody listened. Bryson was too much of a self-absorbed asshole to give two shits about anyone other than himself. Mathilda and Warren were so dismissive and willfully ignorant he couldn’t comprehend it. Have they ever truly cared about any of the siblings? Then there was Jeremy. He’d never forgive that betrayal. Noah’s blood was on their hands.

Joshua didn’t want to feel. He didn’t want to think. He went to party after party, thrill after thrill, chasing that spark of life that was gone, replaced by an all-consuming void. Nothing could fill the black hole in his chest. No amount of drinks, street racing, drugs, or girls could. Everything felt pointless.

He didn’t remember when it was, or what kind of party it was. He didn’t remember who said it or what they said. Perhaps someone was bothering a friend of his or talking shit about him or his siblings. It didn’t matter. His fuse was particularly short that day. It didn’t take much to land the first hit, hard enough to take the asshole to the ground. While his siblings were closer to their mother’s slender physique, Joshua was tall and broad like their father. After hitting them once, it was easy to hit them again. And again. And again. As his knuckles split open, his blood mixing with the other guy’s, he felt something. That spark again. Joshua felt alive, and that spark turned into a hateful flame. The flame demanded blood, didn’t matter if it was his or someone else’s. Once the bloodlust was quenched, the flame went dormant, and Joshua retreated into contemptuous numbness.

As a reward, his parents sent him to the other side of the country to live with his loathsome step-grandfather. “Arnold will straighten him up.” Warren said. Joshua liked a good challenge.

So the cycle begins. Apathetic disregard boiled into violent outbursts before subsiding back into lethargic numbness. “You’re like a volcano.” one of his girlfriends said when she finally dumped him. It was fitting, he thought. He hoped one day he erupted so fiercely he’d tear himself apart until nothing was left. “When I grow up, I want to be Krakatoa.”

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Let's call it Fate | Prologue

(A/N) This has been spinning around in my head for AGES. Glad I can finally write it down. This will probably be a longer series and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also, the warnings apply for future parts as well, just so you know what this will be about!

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: google translate translations, abusive parents (especially mother), arranged marriage, age gap, bullying

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

“Darling? Could you join us in the study for a moment?”

Darling? Your mother never called you darling. Or any sort of endearment at all. It’s usually your name. And if you’re in real trouble it’s your last name, although that way it’s sometimes hard to know if she's mad at you or your father.

“One second!”

With your eyebrows pulled together in a frown, you put your book down on your bed and got to your feet. Before leaving your room, you quickly grabbed a sweater, you put on on your way downstairs. All the while your mind was spinning, wondering what your mother wanted and why she acted as if she actually cared about you.

Once you stood in front of the slightly ajar door to the study, you took a deep breath, calming your nerves before you pushed the door open and stepped inside. And suddenly, you felt very underdressed. Your father was wearing a suit, which wasn’t unusual. Your mother’s attire was as fancy as usual, which was something you never understood - wearing ballgowns at home. But then there were the guests.

An older man, sporting an even fancier suit than your father, and a woman wearing a similar dress as your mother. And a younger man. He too, was wearing a suit, looking as if he had just jumped out of a movie from the 1950s. But you recognized him. The blond combed back hair and the green, glowing eyes.

Noah.

Your families had always been friends, forcing you to spend a lot of time with Noah when you were a child. But you never liked him. He was arrogant because his family was rich, only thinking of himself and acting as if he was the best. The moment you could decide whether you wanted to spend time with him or not, you decided against it and hid in your room, finding company in your books.

“Oh honey, there you are!”

Your mother jumped to her feet and rushed to your side, pulling you into a hug.

“Ugh, you’re sweaty. Just got done working out, right? That’s why you’re wearing these clothes.”

It was a blatant lie, but you knew better than to correct her. So, instead, you just smiled and nodded along as she pulled you further inside the room.

“Now, you surely remember Warrens? And Noah, your best friend.”

Your smile turned into a grimace before you could stop it. Best friend? As if. But you quickly fixed it back into a pleasant smile and raised your hand towards Mister Warren.

“Of course. It’s good to see you again Mister Warren, Misses Warren, Noah.”

They shook your hands, fake smiles plastered onto their faces. Once you shook Noah’s hand, you took a step back, risking a glance at your father, who looked unamused, to say the least.

“May I ask what the occasion is?”

Your mother’s eyes started to sparkle once you asked that question. Her hands landed on your shoulder and she spun you so you stood facing Noah.

“Well, we just finished arranging your engagement!”

Engagement? What the hell?

You spun around to look at her, but she quickly tightened her grip on your shoulders and spun you back towards Noah.

“Smile, or you won’t like the consequences.”

The venomous whisper was hidden behind a smile and only reached your ears, so you quickly plastered the smile that was requested onto your face, trying to look as happy as possible.

“You will marry as soon as you get baptized by the church. Before that, you will have to go through training, which is starting in a few days. My son will join you in that.”

Mister Warren took a step in your direction, his face serious. His eyes swept over your parents and you, before they stopped on your father.

“We will have to take our leave for now, but we’ll have to start planning the wedding soon.”

Your father nodded, and then the Warrens left, Noah, grinning cruelly at you as he passed you. Once they were gone, you ripped from your mother’s hold, spinning to glare at your parents.

“An arranged marriage? Are you crazy?”

“You will not talk like that to us! Now go back to your room! I will send one of the maids to pack your bags.”

Your mother’s face was red with anger, while your father just looked at the floor. You had never felt this betrayed.

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[azarisage]

So here’s a snippet of a fic I’m working on! It’s a teen wolf fic that’s kinda a fix it? It’s definitely set after the whole Kanima thing, but Erica and Boyd are alive, Peter’s back from the dead, and Derek’s still Alpha. I’ve been drooling over the idea of What if EVERYONES PARENTS FOUND OUT?????

Like, only the Sheriff and Melissa knew??? Come on! It would be sO much fun to watch them all flip out while Stiles tries to coral a bunch of adults and two Hales into playing nice long enough to solve there freaking problems!!!! Through Chris in the mix? Glorious!

Anyway, I’m calling it Not so False Alarm, and it’s currently a wip on AO3, so we’ll see how this goes🫠

“No!,” Stiles shouted. A growl much like the wolves he spent so vary much of his time around rumbling out of his throat. “None of you are going after anything,” He stated firmly

”I don’t think you quite get it, you are mine. The Pack, is Mine. And no one touch’s what’s Mine without at least losing a hand in return.”

His tone was hard and his gaze was cold and angry, and it was almost frightening to see Stiles, laughing, joking, goofy, always smiling Stiles, with his ice cold murderous gaze turned towards them. Even though they knew he’d never hurt them.

But that was just the thing.

Stiles had called them his. And he would never hurt his people.

But someone, or something, had taken and hurt a rather large amount of his people.

And they were only now beginning to realize that to Stiles?

This kind of offense was absolutely unforgivable.

And the whiskey eyed boy was out for blood.

“Stiles, you just spent the last few hours ranting about how Scott and the other kids could be in immense danger, and you think we, their parents, are just going to sit back and watch you and your Werewolf buddies charge off into the night to go play hero? News flash son, we are the parents, and We will protect our children.” Noah cut in.

The other parents nodded in agreement, adding their own little tid-bits on how they were the adults, they should be the ones to rescue their kids.

But Wendy Martin made the unfortunate mistake of adding in her own comment of, " We, as the adults in this situation, will be able to handle it better."

The two ‘wolves, who stood only just behind Stiles, frowned deeply at this comment.

They themselves were adults, they were Werewolves for goodness sake, and they both could list quite a few times in which Stiles had been able to handle the supernatural far better than themselves. Countless times where, had it not been for Stiles, they would’ve been dead, Werewolf healing or not.

And to hear Stiles’ own father talk with such little faith about their human Pack member? About Stiles? Well that just didn’t sit right with them at all.

“I’m sorry, are you all suddenly forgetting that Stiles is far more familiar with this type of situation than all of you?” Peter huffed.

“He has been dealing with your idiotic children for years now, saving their asses, finding out everything we’ve ever needed to know through Google more often than not, and Lord knows how he manages that! So before you all go assuming things about this situation, how about we ask the guy who’s saved our lives almost a dozen times, half the time on his own.”

Stiles was slightly surprised at Peters animosity on his behalf, but the more he thinks about it, the more he thinks it makes sense. Peter had always hated how the puppies would dismiss his ideas or plans, but he never really got the chance to go off on them because Stiles had always brushed it off, they were a group of teenagers, they were doing their best, but surrounded by human adults? That was another story.

They should at least be listening to the person who had the most information on how to safely go about the situation.

But still….

“I killed you.” He stated coolly, his questioning gaze turned toward the older Hale.

“Yes, by lighting me on fire if I’m remembering correctly, which I am.” He said, giving the younger a sly smile, completely ignoring the startled sounds coming from the adults around the room.

“But don’t worry, you’ve been forgiven, water under the bridge and all that.” He said, giving a dismissive shrug that was far too amused for the situation.

“Oh good, ‘cause I wasn’t gonna apologize anyway.”

“I never expected you to. To be honest I probably would’ve done the same.” He returned with a surprisingly genuine smile despite the topic of conversation.

“Alright, have we finally decided to not do anything stupid?” Stiles asked hopefully.

“Hold on, my son what?” Noah sputtered.

Some of the others began protesting the attempted topic change along with the Sheriff, and Derek sighed.

“Did you really have to bring that up Stiles?”

He was giving the teen his usual Disappointed eyebrows look, and Stiles just groaned.

“What? It’s not like he stayed dead anyway! And besides, that was years ago, we get along much better nowadays, so the chances of it happening again are really vary slim, right Peter!”He turned to give the older Hale his most innocent look, which both had learned long ago was the absolute biggest lie. Stiles could talk circles around most people, and had learned surprisingly quickly how to affectively lie to Werewolves, Stiles was a silver tonged snake when he wanted or needed to be.

“Stiles is right nephew, we’re far less prone to tearing each other apart, we’ve even been known to hold a conversation or two when the mood strikes us. I believe just the other day we had coffee at that one café Stiles likes while we went over that old book of elementals.”

Derek just rolled his eyes at the two of them, while the others were just frozen in shock.

But before anyone else could add even more questions to the pile, Stiles just had to go and make things worse.

“I will say though, getting rid of that bitch was one hell of a final act.”

Before he disappeared up the stares to grab his hidden bag of supernatural supplies, leaving the parents heads spinning, and Derek just shaking his head at the whole situation, Peter laughing madly at his favorite humans ability to cause chaos.

[yellow-dejavu]

- Paradise is free of pain and sorrow. Everything we've ever done is forgotten there. Any pain that we've ever felt is erased. And all the dead live.

I find it curious how the belief in paradise affects some of the characters, so I want to make a little speculation about how I think it might have worked. Franziska, Magnus and Agnes were part of Sic Mundus, but it is really unclear how they see it. So I will mainly focus on Noah, Elisabeth and Silja, who are known to really believe in paradise.

When Noah and Elisabeth meet, he shares his belief in paradise with her. Then they are separated by the disappearance of their daughter, and Silja as a child is brought to Elisabeth. Elisabeth shares her belief in paradise with Silja. The way I think it might play out is that Elisabeth knew this child who had just lost her mother, and she wanted to comfort this little girl by sharing something that had given her comfort since she was a little girl. I also think that Elisabeth was specifically told to form Sic Mundus in the post-apocalyptic era and protect the plant.

So Silja was raised in a cult until 1888, where she continued her life and died with an earlier version of the same cult. Her husband was part of the cult since his late teens until his death, and their kids were raised in a cult. There is little or no information about the family of Bartosz, Silja, Hanno and Agnes. So I have some assumptions about their family dynamics. Silja named her son Hanno after her late mother Hannah. Hanno was very young when his mother died. So I think the way she may have introduced Hanno to paradise is as a bedtime story. I mean Silja gave her son something from her mother, which is his name, so I think it would make sense if she gave her son something from the other parental figure she had in her life, which is Elisabeth. Something that gave her comfort in hard times and now she could share with her little boy in better times.

I also think I could connect this with Bartosz death. What if Bartosz wanted to keep this image of a "perfect paradise" as a way for his child to remember Silja?

It would be even easier to manipulate a little cult boy into thinking that betraying his father is an act of love. Adam believed in paradise, but not in the same way. His version wasn't as optimistic; their version was easier to manipulate and use in his favor. Sic Mundus can make Noah believe that his father's detachment from the prophecy is forgetting his mother's memory, and he knows that his father is clearly in pain. Bartosz has lost his faith, but Noah can still free him from all that pain and take him to Paradise. Noah must save his father by killing him.

If he thought something like that, it made me think of the phrase Noah repeated more than once, "he also said we'd become friends before you betray me". Noah always knew that he would be betrayed, but he didn't imagine that his baby would be stolen by his own baby and the mother who was also her baby's daughter, all ordered by Adam. I think Noah always taught that Adam would kill him. Maybe he would lose his faith like his father and Adam would betray him. He would save him by killing him like Noah did with his father. Jonas would do it because he loves Noah and it would free him from all his pain. Adam is his savior.

After the experiments failed and Charlotte's birth was difficult, Noah didn't feel his faith was as strong. He was hopeless. But they're going to make it, they're going to fulfill the prophecy. Noah will have to travel and teach a younger version of himself. He has never seen a much older version of himself, so it could mean that his time is near. But could paradise ever be as sweet and real as what he's building with his family? it doesn't matter how he feels, he just wants Elisabeth to keep her hope, and he would give her the strength he doesn't have for himself.

[baby-alien11]

A 'Mamma Mia' Birthday (Y/N Ulrich Universe)

taglist (open): @volturi-girl-imagines @dessxoxsworld @camiesully @ethanlandryluver @nowitsmissing @aliciacat20 @gabbylovesreading @nikfigueiredo @itsaaliyah2

jackchampion, alabamaluellabarker, aryansimhadri, iamrebeccad, cecibalagot, and 441, 972 more

yn.ulrich Since I was supposed to be Sophie in my high school production of Mamma Mia!, but I couldn't thanks to covid, I did my birthday party Mamma Mia! themed (the outfit was one of my costumes that I was going to wear on the play)

Thank you to everyone that came to the party, and also helped with the decorations and the food and drinks, it was one of the best days ever!!

p.s.: there's footage of dad, uncle Matthew and uncle Geoff singing 'Our Last Summer'

tagged jackchampion, skeetulrich, naiia, stutzelliott, julrich21, meganantoury, ulrichgeoff, willashaw, romeosanga, sarah_woods, abbycutie, not.scott.disick, noahtwitch, melissabarreram, xavierzazuetaoficial, jennaortega, baileybass, misstrinitybliss, jamieflatters, duane.evans_, britaindalton, cocoarquette_, matthewlilard, masonthegooding, amenahsoares, camimendes, madelame, lilireinhart, vanessamorgan, rachelzegler, joshandresrivera

jackchampion no one could top our duet of 'Lay All Your Love On Me'

› yn.ulrich hands down our best performance, we killed it as always

› julrich21 and it was the most uncomfortable thing to see

› user1151 we need footage of that

user629 she's too iconic for this

user1229 to be a fly on the wall during the whole party

naiia during the second hour I was so sure that someone was going to do a Cher and start singing 'Fernando'

› not.scott.disick me and noah were about to do it, but Y/N didn't let us use her platforms shoes

› yn.ulrich because those aren't your size

user508 TATUM WITH THE FLOWER IN HER HEAD

kellypiquet happy birthday cutie -from all of us

› yn.ulrich thank you kells (and everyone)

› user327 girly is trully really nice because only knowing Max and few of the drivers for a day, and already has half the grid and wags on ig

› user439 they also started to follow Jack

› user237 praying to see them in a race, they would eat with their outfits

user233 the fact that she started her birthday week by going to the MET Gala is iconic

reneerapp such an iconic way to celebrate your birthday

› yn.ulrich thanks sis, wish you were able to be here

formerclassmate listen I studied with her, well a year younger, but when you would pass in front of the rehearsals, her voice was angelic as Sophie, and it could adapt to the type of role she had

› yn.ulrich stoppp, you're making me cry in a good way, and I remember you when walking on the hallways or in the cafeteria, I always liked the way you dressed

yn.ulrich, slang_711, baileybass, lancestroll, skeetulrich and 459, 359 more

jackchampion happy Mamma Mia! birthday to the best girl to ever exist!

everyday I fell more in love thanks to your personality, kind self and the way you treat everyone with your lovely and incredible self, thank you for letting me be part of your life

tagged yn.ulrich

yn.ulrich you always make me cry in a good way 😭😭

› jackchampion to share more birthdays and special dates together

› yn.ulrich cheers for that 🥂

user1043 manifesting a love like them 🕯🕯

avatar happy birthday to honorary inhabitant of Pandora

carlossainz55 feliz cumpleaños a hermanita, can't wait to see both of you again

› user328 CARLOS?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!

› user913 he called her little sister, i'm not okay

› user2715 ngl, I feel like Jack and Lando would be good friends

› georgerussell63 👀

pascalispunk happy birthday to Y/N

jiyoung_ie happy birthday to the best dressed girl in our generation

› yn.ulrich JI, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU'RE SO SWEET

masonthegooding I don't know how it was possible, but this party was better than last year

› yn.ulrich because I had this planned since years ago (and the budget was bigger)

_hayleyamber happy birthday to one of the sweetest girl in the world

user143 please god, I don't want to be your strongest soldier anymore

yn.ulrich, julrich21, rachelleighcook, tylergillet, jackchampion and 174, 333 more

skeetulrich Happy birthday to my little tornado, I can't believe it's already twenty years since you came into the world, and most of them you've spent it roasting my 'lack of fashion sense' and critiquing my characters, but I wouldn't change it all

tagged yn.ulrich

yn.ulrich best dad in the world!

beardedskullsmufx happy birthday to the future of VFX make up

user7259 oh to be an Ulrich sibling

madchenamick I can't believe my little girl is so grown up

therealkrystenritter 🤍🤍🤍

user851 the birthday of the ghostface/serpent princess should be a national celebration

user586 STOP THIS IS SO CUTE

user251 girly has been a fashion queen since an early age

yn.ulrich, jackchampion, iamcharliebushnell, skeetulrich, and 10, 832 more

julrich21 and naiia happy birthday to the girl who arrived to complete our little gang, the true child of divorce, the one who was the devil for a cat but claims is a sweet angel, the one whose boyfriend is nicer to us than her, the one whose job is tormenting dad now that we are out of the house, the one that makes friends everywhere she goes, the one that recieved a message from a F1 driver and left him on read (good choice btw), to the most popular Ulrich at this moment, we love you tornado

tagged yn.ulrich

naiia just to be clear, I only wrote the first two phrases before Jakob took away the phone

yn.ulrich guys I love both of you so much

yn.ulrich and WHY ARE YOU AIRING MY BUSSINESS ON IG AND MAKING ME SOUND LIKE A BITCH??, only for that I'm turning your room into my second closet, dad and I already got the constructal plans and we are chosing the materials, colors and furniture

› julrich21 but my room is already your storage room

› yn.ulrich exactly

georginacatescouture look at my babies 😍😍😍

jackchampion dude, she's about to go kill you

› julrich21 I don't care, what is she going to do?? put her pink sparkly gf mask and grab her blingy fake knife??

› yn.ulrich yes 🔪

meganantoury happy birthday to my baby sister-in-law

user1236 WHICH DRIVER?? WHAT??

› user437 they're probably joking

› user129 look at Y/N's comment, doesn't seem like a joke

stutzelliott she's here to humble every single one of us, and we love her for that

user1802 i love how her siblings-in-law love her

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Kate Cohen

Published: Oct 3, 2023

I like to say that my kids made me an atheist. But really what they did was make me honest.

I was raised Jewish — with Sabbath prayers and religious school, a bat mitzvah and a Jewish wedding. But I don’t remember ever truly believing that God was out there listening to me sing songs of praise.

I thought of God as a human invention: a character, a concept, a carry-over from an ancient time.

I thought of him as a fiction.

Today I realize that means I’m an atheist. It’s not complicated. My (non)belief derives naturally from a few basic observations:

The Greek myths are obviously stories. The Norse myths are obviously stories. L. Ron Hubbard obviously made that stuff up. Extrapolate.

The holy books underpinning some of the bigger theistic religions are riddled with “facts” now disproved by science and “morality” now disavowed by modern adherents. Extrapolate.

Life is confusing and death is scary. Naturally, humans want to believe that someone capable is in charge and that we continue to live after we die. But wanting doesn’t make it so.

Child rape. War. Etc.

And yet, when I was younger, I would never have called myself an atheist — not on a survey, not to my family, not even to myself.

Being an “atheist,” at least according to popular culture, seems to require so much work. You have to complain to the school board about the Pledge of Allegiance, stamp over “In God We Trust” on all your paper money and convince Grandma not to go to church. You have to be PhD-from-Oxford smart, irritated by Christmas and shruggingly unmoved by Michelangelo’s “Pietà.” That isn’t me — but those are the stereotypes.

And then there are the data.Studies have shown that many, many Americans don’t trust atheists. They don’t want to vote for atheists, and they don’t want their children to marry atheists. Researchers have found that even atheists presume serial killers are more likely to be atheist than not.

Given all this, it’s not hard to see why atheists often prefer to keep quiet about it. Why I kept quiet. I wanted to be liked!

But when I had children — when it hit me that I was responsible for teaching my children everything — I wanted, above all, to tell them the truth.

Their first atheist lesson was completely impromptu. Noah was 5, Jesse was 3, and we were sitting on the couch before bed reading from “D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths,” a holdover from my childhood bookshelf. One of the boys asked what a “myth” was, and I told them it was a story about how the world works. People used to believe that these gods were in charge of what happened on Earth, and these stories helped explain things they didn’t understand, like winter or stars or thunder. “See” — I flipped ahead and found a picture — “Zeus has a thunderbolt.”

“They don’t believe them anymore?” No, I said. That’s why they call it “myth.” When people still believe it, they call it “religion.” Like the stories about God and Moses that we read at Passover or the ones about Jesus and Christmas.

The little pajama-clad bodies nodded, and on we read.

That was it — the big moment. It was probably also the easiest moment.

Before one son became preoccupied with death. Before the other son had to decide whether to be bar mitzvahed. Before my daughter looked up from her math homework one day to ask, “How do we know there’s no God?”

Religion offers ready-made answers to our most difficult questions. It gives people ways to mark time, celebrate and mourn. Once I vowed not to teach my children anything I did not personally believe, I had to come up with new answers. But I discovered as I went what most parents discover: You can figure it out as you go.

Establishing a habit of honesty did not sap the delight from my children’s lives or destroy their moral compass. I suspect it made my family closer than we would have been had my husband and I pretended to our children that we believed in things we did not. We sowed honesty and reaped trust — along with intellectual challenge, emotional sustenance and joy.

Those are all personal rewards. But there are political rewards as well.

My children know how to distinguish fact from fiction — which is harder for children raised religious. They don’t assume conventional wisdom is true and they do expect arguments to be based on evidence. Which means they have the skills to be engaged, informed and savvy citizens.

We need citizens like that.

Lies, lying and disinformation suffuse mainstream politics as never before. A recent Washington Post-ABC News poll found that 29 percent of Americans believe that President Biden was not legitimately elected, a total composed of those who think there is solid evidence of fraud (22 percent) and those who think there isn’t (7 percent). I don’t know which is worse: believing there to be evidence of fraud when even the Trump campaign can’t find any or asserting the election was stolen even though you know there’s no proof.

Meanwhile, we are just beginning to grasp that artificial intelligence could develop an almost limitless power to deceive — threatening the ability of even the most alert citizen to discern what’s real.

We need Americans who demand — as atheists do — that truth claims be tethered to fact. We need Americans who understand — as atheists do — that the future of the world is in our hands. And in this particular political moment, we need Americans to stand up to Christian nationalists who are using their growing political and judicial power to take away our rights. Atheists can do that.

Fortunately, there are a lot of atheists in the United States — probably far more than you think.

[ Ellen Weinstein for The Washington Post ]

Some people say they believe in God, but not the kind favored by monotheistic religions — a conscious supreme being with powers of intercession or creation. When they say “God,” they mean cosmic oneness or astonishing coincidences. They mean that sense of smallness-within-largeness they’ve felt while standing on the shore of the ocean or holding a newborn baby or hearing the final measures of Chopin’s “Fantaisie-Impromptu.”

So, why do those people use the word “God” at all? The philosopher Daniel C. Dennett argues in “Breaking the Spell”that since we know we’re supposed to believe in God, when we don’t believe in a supernatural being we give the name instead to things we do believe in, such as transcendent moments of human connection.

Whatever the case, in 2022, Gallup found that 81 percent of Americans believe in God, the lowest percentage yet recorded. This year, when it gave respondents the option of saying they’re not sure, it found that only 74 percent believe in God, 14 percent weren’t sure, and 12 percent did not believe.

Not believing in God — that’s the very definition of atheism. But when people go around counting atheists, the number they come up with is far lower than that. The most recent number from Pew Research Center is 4 percent.

What’s with the gap? That’s anti-atheist stigma (and pro-belief bias) at work. Everybody’s keeping quiet, because everybody wants to be liked. Some researchers, recognizing this problem, developed a workaround.

In 2017, psychologists Will Gervais and Maxine Najle tried to estimate the prevalence of atheism in the United States using a technique called “unmatched count”: They asked two groups, of 1,000 respondents each, how many statements were true among a list of statements. The lists were identical except that one of them included the statement “I believe in God.” By comparing the numbers, the researchers could then estimate the percentage of atheists without ever asking a direct question. They came up with around 26 percent.

If that’s true or even close, there are more atheists in the United States than Catholics.

Do you know what some of those atheists call themselves? Catholics. And Protestants, Jews, Muslims and Buddhists. General Social Survey data back this up: Among religious Americans, only 64 percent are certain about the existence of God. Hidden atheists can be found not just among the “nones,” as they’re called — the religiously unaffiliated — but also in America’s churches, mosques and synagogues.

“If you added up all the nominal Christians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, etc. — those who are religious in name only,” Harvard humanist chaplain Greg M. Epstein writes in “Good Without God,”“you really might get the largest denomination in the world.”

Atheists are everywhere. And we are unusually disposed to getting stuff done.

I used to say, when people asked me what atheists do believe, that it was simple: Atheists believe that God is a human invention.

But now, I think it’s more than that.

If you are an atheist — if you do not believe in a Supreme Being — you can be moral or not, mindful or not, clever or not, hopeful or not. Clearly, you can keep going to church. But, by definition, you cannot believe that God is in charge. You must give up the notion of God’s will, God’s purpose, God’s mysterious ways.

In some ways, this makes life easier. You don’t have to work out why God might cause or ignore suffering, what parts of this broken world are God’s plan, or what work is his to do and what is yours.

But you also don’t get to leave things up to God. Atheists must accept that people are allowing — we are allowing — women to die in childbirth, children to go hungry, men to buy guns that can slaughter dozens of people in minutes. Atheists believe people organized the world as it is now, and only people can make it better.

No wonder we are “the most politically active group in American politics today,” according to political scientist Ryan Burge, interpreting data from the Cooperative Election Study.

That’s right: Atheists take more political action — donating to campaigns, protesting, attending meetings, working for politicians — than any other “religious” group. And we vote. In his study on this data, sociologist Evan Stewart noted that atheists were about 30 percent more likely to vote than religiously affiliated respondents.

We also vote far more than most religiously unaffiliated people. That’s what distinguishes atheists from the “nones” — and what I didn’t realize at first.

Atheists haven’t just checked out of organized religion. (Indeed, we may not have.) We haven’t just rejected belief in God. (Though, obviously, that’s the starting point.) Where atheism becomes a definite stance rather than a lack of direction, a positive belief and not just a negative one, is in our understanding that, without a higher power, we need human power to change the world.

I want to be clear: There are clergy members and congregations all across this country working to do good, not waiting for God to answer their prayers or assuming that God meant for the globe to get hotter. You don’t have to be an atheist to conduct yourself as if people are responsible for the world they live in — you just have to act like an atheist, by taking matters into your own hands.

Countless good people of faith do just that. But one thing they can’t do as well as atheists is push back against the outsize cultural and political power of religion itself.

That power is crushing some of our most vulnerable citizens. And I don’t mean my fellow atheists. Atheists, it’s true, are subject to discrimination and scapegoating; somehow we’re to blame for moral chaos, mass shootings and whatever the “trans cult” is. Yes, we are technically barred from serving as jurors in the state of Maryland or joining a Boy Scout troop anywhere, but we do not, as a group, suffer anything like the prejudice that, say, LGBTQ+ people face. It’s not even close.

Peel back the layers of discrimination against LGBTQ+ people, though, and you find religion. Peel back the layers of control over women’s bodies — from dress codes that punish girls for male desire all the way to the Supreme Court striking down Roe v. Wade — and you find religion. Often, there isn’t much peeling to do. According to the bill itself, Missouri’s total abortion ban was created “in recognition that Almighty God is the author of life.” Say what, now?

Peel back the layers of abstinence-only or marriage-centered or anti-homosexual sex education and you find religion. “Don’t say gay” laws, laws denying trans kids medical care, school-library book bans and even efforts to suppress the teaching of inconvenient historical facts — motivated by religion.

And when religion loses a fight and progress wins instead? Religion then claims it’s not subject to the resulting laws. “Religious belief” is — more and more, at the state and federal levels — a way to sidestep advances the country makes in civil rights, human rights and public health.

In 45 states and D.C., parents can get religious exemptions from laws that require schoolchildren to be vaccinated. Seven states allow pharmacists to refuse to fill contraceptive prescriptions because of their religious beliefs. Every business with a federal contract has to comply with federal nondiscrimination rules — unless it’s a religious organization. Every employer that provides health insurance has to comply with the Affordable Care Act’s contraceptive mandate — unless it’s, say, a craft supply store with Christian owners.

Case by case, law by law, our country’s commitment to the first right enumerated in our Bill of Rights — “Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion” — is faltering. The Supreme Court has ruled that the citizens of Maine have to pay for parochial school, that a high school football coach should be free to lead a prayer on the 50-yard line, that a potential wedding website designer can reject potential same-sex clients. This past summer, Oklahoma approved the nation’s first publicly funded religious school. This fall, Texas began allowing schools to employ clergy members in place of guidance counselors.

You don’t have to be an atheist to worry about the structural integrity of Thomas Jefferson’s “wall of separation between Church & State.” You don’t have to be an atheist to think that religion should not shape public policy or that believers should have to follow the laws that everyone else does. You don’t have to be an atheist to see that Christian nationalists are using “religious liberty” to perpetuate much of the discrimination Americans suffer today.

But atheists can do one thing about the country’s drift into theocracy that our religious neighbors won’t: We can tell people we don’t believe in God. The more people who do that, the more we normalize atheism in America, the easier it will be — for both politicians and the general public — to usher religion back out of our laws.

Okay, but should you say you’re an atheist even if you believe in “God” as the power of nature or something like that?

Yes. It does no one any favors — not the country, not your neighbors — to say you believe in God metaphorically when there are plenty of people out there who literally believe that God is looking down from heaven deciding which of us to cast into hell.

In fact, when certain believers wield enough political power to turn their God’s presumed preferences into law, I would say it’s dangerous to claim you believe in “God” when what you actually believe in is awe or wonder. (Your “God is love” only lends validity and power to their “God hates gays.”)

So ask yourself: Do I think a supernatural being is in charge of the universe?

If you answer “no,” you’re an atheist. That’s it — you’re done.

But if you go further: You’ll be doing something good for your country.

When I started raising my kids as atheists, I wasn’t particularly honest with the rest of the world. I wasn’t everybody’s mom, right? Plus, I had to get along with other people. Young parents need community, and I was afraid to risk alienating new parent friends by being honest about being — looks both ways, lowers voice — an atheist.

But, in addition to making me be honest inside our home, my children pushed me to start being honest on the outside. In part, I wanted to set an example for them, and in part, I wanted to help change the world they would face.

It shouldn’t be hard to say you don’t believe in God. It shouldn’t be shocking or shameful. I know that I’m moral and respectful and friendly. And the more I say to people that I’m an atheist — me, the mom who taught the kindergarten class about baking with yeast and brought the killer cupcakes to the bake sale — the more people will stop assuming that being an atheist means being … a serial killer.

And then? The more I say I’m an atheist, the more other people will feel comfortable calling themselves atheists. And the stigma will gradually dissolve.

Can you imagine? If we all knew how many of us there are?

It would give everyone permission to be honest with their kids and their friends, to grapple with big questions without having to hold on to beliefs they never embraced.

And it would take away permission, too. Permission to pass laws (or grant exemptions to laws) based on the presumed desires of a fictional creation. Permission to be cruel to fellow human beings based on Bible verses. Permission to eschew political action in favor of “thoughts and prayers.”

I understand that, to many people, this might sound difficult or risky. It took me years to declare myself an atheist, and I was raised Reform Jewish, I live in the Northeast, I’m White, I work at home, and my family and friends are a liberal bunch. The stakes were low for me. For some, I fully concede, the stakes are too high.

If you think you’d lose your job or put your children at risk of harassment for declaring your atheism, you get a pass. If you would be risking physical harm, don’t speak out. If you’re an atheist running for school board somewhere that book bans are on the agenda, then feel free to keep it quiet, and God bless.

But for everyone else who doesn’t believe in God and hasn’t said so? Consider that your honesty will allow others to be honest, and that your reticence encourages others to keep quiet. Consider that the longer everyone keeps quiet, the longer religion has political and cultural license to hurt people. Consider that the United States — to survive as a secular democracy — needs you now more than ever.

And the next time you find yourself tempted to pretend that you believe in God? Tell the truth instead.

[starsomens]

✨Request✨ about my embarrassment because embarassing myself is my hobby <3

reader's parents and younger brother (8 years old the young bastard😑💙 go pick up the reader at the end of the show, in that gentle moment when Noah chats a bit with fans. While he and the reader are chatting, the reader's younger brother approaches them and innocently asks "Is he that Noah guy you keep talking about in your sleep?🧐🤔" BABEGORL IMAGINE NOAHS FAACCEE IM FINISHEDD FOR LIFFEE😭😭

He come out of the concert absolutely exhausted, but absolutely fulfilled. You had one of the best nights of your life. The performance was amazing. The vocals were unforgettable and of course the boys as individuals was just a whole other experience. You were just a little little sad that you weren’t able to get VIP tickets in time but there was always the next show.

So here you were waiting outside for your parents to arrive. They’re about five minutes away, so it wouldn’t be too long. You scroll through your phone. Looking at the pictures you had taken tonight. You zoom in on a particular picture that you have taken nearly perfectly. It was a lead singer Noah and he looked fantastic. No it was very common but also pretty, looked down upon depending on who you asked to have a crush on the lead singer. as much as you try to avoid it or deny it, you definitely had a crush on him

His musical talents, his looks, and his vibe personality overall really draws people in, so could you really blame yourself? You sigh reliving the memory in your head.

“ maybe next time I’ll get into VIP “ you said to yourself wistfully

“ well, maybe that can be changed “ a voice comes from behind you you spin around to see none other than Noah Sebastian and Nick Rufillo. You felt your heart dropped into your ass you blink a couple of times look from side to side, not believing what you were saying. It was after the concert, and here was the band members themselves talking to you

You for a loss of words “I-I…. Your bad omens …” was all that you could muster

They both smile their heads “ that we are. Did you enjoy the show tonight? “ they asked and you not your head enthusiastically

“ it was so good I loved every second of it!” Compliment you’re more than sure that they could see the stars in your eyes from how you were gawking and rambling to them

“ Glad that you enjoyed, but how about a picture since you didn’t make it into VIP” offered you felt like you were dreaming at this point and you hope something would come and prove that it wasn’t a dream. As if the universe was listening to your thoughts at that very moment. Another voice comes behind you.

“Hi!” Slightly turned around to see your younger brother. “ is that your boyfriend?” he ask looking Noah up and down.

“Y/B/N! No, where’s mom and dad? Why are you here?” You ask as blush appears on your face. Your cheeks become aggressively red from embarrassment.

“ we’re here to pick you up remember” he said sarcastically pointing to the car. You just kept your mouth shut at that point because if you said anything else he’d make it worse.

“ hey how do I get a picture of you guys together?” Your mom offered pulling out her phones to take a picture. Your brother may have shown up to embarrassing you, but at least you were able to get a picture with Nick and Noah even if you weren’t able to get into VIP and see the rest of the boys.

Group together and take one or two pictures and thank them profusely

“ I know you” your brother says suddenly

And of course, Noah asks “oh you do do you enjoy the music too?“

“ not really but you my sister’s wallpaper and she talks about you in her sleep too”

You. were. Horrified. Sure your brother embarrasses you at times but why now? And in front of all people know Sebastian of bad omens. WHY???

You couldn’t move you couldn’t say anything you were completely petrified in your spot and just watched Noah’s eyes widen and surprise. A smile crossing his face in a light chuckle, escaping his lips.

“ well, I’m sure she does if she really likes her music” he was trying to save the embarrassment and redirect your brother in a different direction but of course this demon spawn says

“Mmm but she’s always staring at pictures of you saying how hot you are-“

“OKAY WELL IM TIRED and it’s time to go home and I have work in the morning”

“No you do-“

At that point, you sort of stuffing your brother into the backseat of the car and shut the door as fast as possible. You had nowhere to hide your face as a long size escapes your body. You had such a great night, and you even got to meet two of the band members and your brother just had to ruin the experience.

You felt the top of your shoulder and you turn around to see Noah, handing you a piece of paper those between his fingers. He gives you a soft smile and says.

“ we gotta get going, but have a safe drive and thanks for coming to the show”

“ thank you for taking a picture with me. I really appreciate it and again I love your music so much.” You think them and goodbye as they walk to you soon will be the tour bus

when all of a sudden you get into the car and put your headphones on completely ignore your brother. You look at the paper still in hands, folded. You take the paper and carefully open it, just enough for you to read.

It was autographed by Nick and Noah with a small note under Noah's name

"see you in your dreams ;)"

Your cheeks heat up and all you could do was fold it tightly and stuff it into your pocket. You'll make sure your brother doesn't ever see this one!

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[aussie-cipher]

G'DAY!

SOME BLOKE RECOMMENDED "CONNECTING WITH PEOPLE MORE" OR WHATEVER! HE WAS EARBASHING ME FOR A FUCKIN' AGE! BUT HE'S DEAD NOW-

AND I'M HERE!

(ooc stuff under the cut (UPDATED FOR AU CLARITY + HUMAN OZ DESIGN))

ooc: i prefer sfw interactions but nsfw implications are okay by me im not actually aussie irl (so bear with me) - i do have aussie family though aussie uses he/him pronouns

aussie falls is basically where “bill” (known less by his name and more as many nicknames - like aussie or oz) ends up in australia rather than oregon in america

if this sounds like an idea someone else has had then i didnt steal it! it's a coincidence since even my main blog is decently new to the site! (at the time of me writing this)

main blog: @pest-control-jerp quickly gonna say some stuff uh, so, aussie falls is set in alice springs (a real australian town) but aussie and the eucalypt family lived on the outskirts. he lived with that family most of his life, but for them that was many generations. he fell in love with oliver eucalypt (because despite growing up under their care, he never saw them as family, moreso just friends who raised him as the concept of family was basically alien to him.

there's: - noah eucalypt (aussie falls dipper) - issa eucalypt (aussie falls mabel) - oliver eucalypt (aussie falls ford) - henry eucalypt (aussie falls stan)

thats the ones he lives with at the time of austrageddon, which is brought on by oliver telling him where he's from and why he's here. he doesn't remember it, due to him being much younger than american bill when it happened (and he therefore doesnt remember his parents). but the idea of it is enough to set him off.

then he got taken down by the emus because,, he was still a joke character despite it all (for a bit).

he killed oliver during austrageddon but was convinced that the emus had him somewhere for a while. he basically went insane with the notion, meaning that the whole reason he was a 'joke character' is because that's all he can mentally handle being. and he used to only rare moments of clarity from this, but now after all the shit that’s happened, he’s pretty much accepted the truth.

i have a whole ass lore document about him man. and im still writin'.

anyway, here's human aussie:

and a devious emu:

(both drawn by my friend irl)

[catholic-character-tournament]

Round 3 - Catholic Character Tournament

Propaganda below ⬇️

Michael

Literally the whole movie series is framed around the sacraments. Weddings and first communions and baptisms.

I just thought of the Godfather bc of the tumblr ask about people who are devout in some ways but uhh not very holy in other ways, and nobody is a better example of that than Michael in the montage toward the end of the Godfather. I saw the film for the first time last year, and that sequence just floored me. Will not spoil it in case you haven't seen the film but ohhh my goodness

Ronan Lynch

Uhh fun fact he saw the devil flash his father once, and that's one of the reasons he goes to church on Sundays <3

context for this scene from book 2: ronan is in church with his older brother declan, younger brother matthew, and ghost friend noah "Joseph Kavinsky isn’t someone I want you being around,” Declan added. “Don’t snort. I’m serious.” Ronan merely invested a look with as much contempt as he could muster. A lady reached over the top of Noah to pat Matthew’s head fondly before continuing down the aisle. She didn’t seem to care that he was fifteen, which was all right, because he didn’t, either. Both Ronan and Declan observed this interaction with the pleased expressions of parents watching their prodigy at work. Declan repeated, “Like, actually dangerous.” Sometimes, Declan seemed to think that being a year older gave him special knowledge of the seedier side of Henrietta. What he meant was, did Ronan know that Kavinsky was a cokehead. In his ear, Noah whispered, “Is crack the same thing as speed?” Ronan didn’t answer. He didn’t think it was a very church-appropriate conversation. “I know you think you’re a punk,” Declan said. “But you aren’t nearly as bad ass as you think you are.” “Oh, go to hell,” Ronan snapped, just as the altar boys broached the rear doors. “Guys,” Matthew pleaded. “Be holy.”

Gay Catholic streetracing farmer. Consumed by catholic guilt NOT because of the gay thing but because he can Create things in a way he thinks should be only God's business. Will literally roll up to mass on sunday morning still drunk and bloody.

THIS GOTH KID IS LITERALLY GOD. This is a god trapped in the body of a Catholic teen and if he ever stopped feeling Catholic guilt he’d end the world!!. How is your confession every week that you creating a whole new being? Babygirl the God is coming from inside the house

eldritch entity from beyond the mortal plane wants to be a Real Human Boy, becomes a real (ish!) human (ish!) boy, goes to mass every sunday

Gay boy got his crush an apartment above his church so he could have his two favorite things in one place

gay. I'm not caught up the the series but I went through the tag when the latest book came out and I remember seeing a quote that said he worried if his boyfriend would make it to heaven when he dies because of his agnostic tendencies.

Kid is like a dream warlock who creates psychic horrors and never goes to confession because why would he? and he’s gay

There are no words

basically ronan's powers are inherited from his dead father niall and it means he can bring anything from a dream into real life. so he's got this whole crisis about whether he is a living piece of blasphemy because men are not meant to have the powers of gods or whether he literally is god. which is not acceptable to him for a number of reasons but mostly because he hates himself. his love interest's name is adam and adam lives in a small apartment above a church which the book says focuses the objects of his worship neatly into one building. I love them both dearly. also, this entire page makes me feel like I'm going insane. Ronan Lynch believed in heaven and hell. Once, he’d seen the devil. It had been a low, late morning at the Barns when the sun had burned off the mist and then burned off the chill and then burned the edges off the ground until everything shimmered with heat. It never got hot in those protected fields, but that morning, the air sweated with it. Ronan had never seen cattle pant before. All of the cows heaved and stuck their tongues out as they frothed with the heat. His mother sent Ronan to put them in the shade of the cattle barn. Ronan had gone to the searing metal gate, and as he did, he’d glimpsed his father, already in the barn. Four yards away from him had stood a red man. He was not truly red, but the burned orange of a fire ant. And he was not truly a man, because of the horns and the hooves. Ronan remembered the alienness of the creature, how real it had been. Every costume in the world had gotten it wrong; every drawing in every comic book. They’d all forgotten that the devil was an animal. Looking at the red man, Ronan had been struck by the intricacy of the body, how many miraculous pieces moved smoothly in harmony, no different than his own. Niall Lynch had had a gun in hand — the Lynches had an enormous number of guns of all sizes — and just as Ronan had opened the gate, his father had shot the thing about thirteen times in the head. With a shake of its horns, the unharmed devil had presented its genitalia to Niall Lynch before bounding off. It was an image that had yet to leave Ronan. And so Ronan became a reverse evangelist. The truth burst and grew inside him, and it was laid upon him to share it with no one. No one was meant to see hell before they get there. No one should have to live with the devil. So many homilies on faith were ruined once you no longer required it for belief.

[agentsterling]

Void - Part 6

And just as suddenly he gasped for air, standing still and perfectly upright in an old 80s living room. The wood panel walls and hideously patterned furniture soaked in the smell of menthol cigarettes were a dead give away for where he was. He took a moment to compose himself, breathing heavily despite feeling as though his lungs had always been filled with oxygen and it had all been a bad dream. Still, the nostalgia of this set was not lost on him. It was still and quiet and Sterling took a moment to decide that after the last few rooms it was best if he switched strategies and just plowed right through to the next. There had to be a limit to them. Whatever was producing them couldn't possibly have the power to create infinite rooms for every one that shadow touched, right? Maybe he could exhaust them by forcing it to produce more rooms than it could handle, rapid fire.

He turned to head toward the front door when he saw himself sitting on the floor, quietly doing his homework. He had to have been about six or seven years old. Classic striped polo shirt and khaki shorts. He stepped around his child self, intending to ignore this one and not disturb any part of the scene to incur their wrath. Sterling didn't care when little Noah got up from the floor with his notebook and walked down the hallway toward the bedrooms. It wasn't until he heard his void self speak that he froze, hand gripping the doorknob tightly but not turning it to leave.

"Mom?" He called, knocking gently before opening a door down the hall.

Mom.

Sterling turned back into the house and stared down the long carpeted hallway to his mother's bedroom and home office. What he wouldn't give to see and hear his mother again, not just her agonized screams from Leela's death. He'd ignored her then, not wanting to risk seeing Leela's body, not wanting to remember her from that day, but this one seemed calm. This was in the safety of his home. He didn't remember any tragedies happening here. Perhaps this would be different. He missed her so much his heart ached some days. So much of Sterling was made of his mother's memory. He smoked the same cigarettes she did. He kept an origami crane she made for him in his wallet for years. He carried around her embroidered handkerchief in his breast pocket. He had an affinity for office work because he grew up playing on the floor by her desk when she couldn't find a babysitter. He'd even fled to New York when he ran away with his sisters because she always talked about going back someday and so many of her stories were from her adventures there.

Hell, he took her maiden name as his first name. He was Erikson because of her.

His dress shoes turned and he found himself walking down the hallway as if in a trance, his heart pounding with want and anticipation.

Then there she was. Sarah Olivia Erikson. Her office chair turned as his void self entered the room and Sterling waited, holding his breath to hear her soft voice again.

But instead, he was met with an exasperated sigh.

"What? What do you want? I told you not to come in here for at least..." She checked her watch. "Thirty more minutes. With everything I do for you the LEAST you could do is what I say."

"I'm sorry..." Noah whispered, his voice so small and unsure. "I need help with this problem."

She snatched the notebook from his hands, causing both himself and his younger self to jump from the suddenness of it, and looked at it.

"It's two, Noah. The answer is two. We've been over this a hundred times. Why can't you understand this?"

No. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it happened. All the other memories were perfect other than the cheap sets. Why was this one... Why was she so mean? He didn't remember that.

"I'm sorry. I'm trying."

"You need to be better than this, Noah. I don't have time to hold your hand through this again."

Be better. Sterling's eyes watered instantly at the words he'd heard on loop in his brain for the last 37 years of his life. The harsh words that pushed him to his very limits, caused sleepless nights, burnout, insecurity, his need to please authority figures, the feeling that he was always in trouble when a tone was just a little too sharp. His need to hide weakness and flaws. To never break in front of anyone. Everything that Sterling was as an adult stemmed from this. From her. That need to keep it together, to power through the hurt, to be better than the previous version of himself.

That pressure to be perfect.

"No, stop crying." Sarah said, clearly annoyed with her son's misty eyes. The tone even had Sterling fighting to dry his face at her command. "Go. Go redo this page and I'll be out when I'm done in here. Just keep quiet for a bit longer and maybe I'll make you some cookies or something, ok?"

Noah nodded again, not daring to speak. Sarah handed him back his notebook and gently scooted him out of the room. At this point, he assumed he was supposed to follow his younger self but he lingered in the room with this... twisted version of his mother. She sighed again in frustration and mumbled under her breath as she settled back at her desk. "Fuck. Now I lost my fucking place. Swear to God."

Sterling's jaw tightened. Little Noah was still just within earshot to hear those last remarks. He faltered in his step, clearly affected by it, but pressed on to finish his homework like he was told. This wasn't right. This wasn't how she was. Of course, she was stressed out a lot. She was a single mother trying to make ends meet. Who wouldn't have been stressed out? She wasn't cruel like this though. She... She wasn't.

The scene looped again and again and again and Sterling stayed rooted in that room. Abandoned was his quest to overload Void and escape. No, now he was choosing to be trapped in this moment. It was a new puzzle. He had to figure out why this was happening. He had to know what this meant. At first he stood there, taking in the details and denying all of them, but by the twentieth time he was sitting in the corner of her office with his hand pressed against his mouth, sobbing quietly so the scene wouldn't be interrupted and his mother's anger directed at him. The more he watched, the more he remembered this day. This situation. This version of Sarah Erikson he had blocked out.

He must have suppressed it all, all this time. He knew his mind had a habit of doing that after what happened with Merc. He was confident she never hit him, wasn't physically abusive in any way. That was Abel's department, he thought. Hers seemed to be mental. Too stressed and overworked to handle him at his worst so she only gave him attention at his best. Obedience. Order.

Be better.

Be quiet.

Be perfect.

In his mind, all these years, she had been this gentle and kind figure to him. He supposed he didn't remember much from before the trauma of Leela's death and after she had been kinder while he coped with the loss. When she married Abel and didn't have to work anymore she had been the mother from his memories. She always had time and energy for the girls. He remembered being jealous that they got the version of her he wished he had. No, she loved him. He remembered Sunday Funday. He remembered cookies on Monday afternoons. He remembered eating popcorn on the couch watching Get Smart with her. He remembered her checking him out of school just to get ice cream and spend the day with her.

But he also remembered staying at Leela's more often than home to avoid being there. He remembered sneaking out and wandering the neighborhood and she never even seemed to noticed he was gone. He remembered how tense he would get if she walked through the house mumbling to herself because she was in a bad mood. How much she always claimed to hate Leela because she was a bad influence on him and always dragged him into her mischief. He remembered crying into a pillow and berating himself for making her mad.

Why can't you just be better?

She'll never love you if you keep messing up like this.

Stop being so stupid.

Be perfect and she won't get so mad at you and then she will be happy.

Despite it all, he still very much loved his mother and wanted her so desperately to love him. He couldn't believe he had forgotten how lonely he had been. When he lost Leela he had no one. He didn't make another close friend until Clint came into his life a decade later. He told himself he had a happy childhood for so long he, at some point, started believing it with every fiber of his being. Memories were always unreliable narrators, it seemed.

Sterling sat and watched the scene loop for what felt like an hour before it dissolved away and he found himself back in his living room. He thought perhaps he had been thrust into another shame room, this one set in his current home, and he waited to see what new truth it would tell him about his home life. Instead, he heard his wife call out to him from the other room with a tone of uncertainty and fear. He waited, waited for his void self to appear somewhere, but he found no version but himself.

He was back.

Sterling ran desperately toward her voice, finding her in the nursery holding their crying two year old protectively, and wrapped them both in a warm embrace. What on earth had happened? Was Chen pulled in as well or was he going insane? Had that been some sort of psychotic break? Had she seen something too?

He held Chen and Ara, partly so she wouldn't see the tears in his eyes or how shaken he was by the whole ordeal. He knew she could feel it as his breathing shook against her. He knew she would figure it out eventually that he was not ok. The fear of her seeing through him like she always did held a tight grip on his heart. No one was allowed to know. No one could see. Now, it seemed, he knew why he bottled it all up so much for so long.

"Are you ok?" He whispered, finally pulling back to check her and Ara over. Of course he would switch into white knight mode. He couldn't have the attention or the focus be on him. He couldn't let his mind drift back to the void. If he focused on everyone else, as he always did, he wouldn't have to feel it. No one else would have to see it either. He could be the put together one again.

"We're together. We're safe. It's ok."

Be better.

[thatsmutaccount]

HOW GOOD OF A BOYFRIEND THE CHARACTER OF REX NEW LIFE WOULD BE?

Hi, hello, how's it going? I know Valentine's Day was a couple of days ago, but I just thought about this idea the other day and I wanted to just share it with you guys. It's nothing special, it's like the post I made a couple of months ago, the Hey, Rex: nice top one. It's just here to laugh and provide some insight to the characters.

Basically I will rank from 1 to 10 how good of a boyfriend the characters from Rex new life will be, with 1 being awful and 10 being marriage material. This ranking takes into account how they would be as a boyfriend, so in a relationship, not as a fuck buddy or one night stands. I will also list why I gave them said ranking or not.

I might do something similar also for Logan the himbo characters and maybe one for the characters from All my bullies stories (this last one is a big maybe).

Character will be listed with name and a brief reminder of who they are (if you don't remember who is who here is the recently updated chapter with all of the character bios for Rex new life) followed by the rating and under that the explanation with the main con of having them as your boyfriend.

That being said: enjoy, and I hope it can make you smile at least a little bit ^.^

Rex Brynn (the man, the myth, the legend) 8.5/10

He would make a pretty good boyfriend (we are talking about current Rex, obv, pre-Incident Rex was the literal definition of a toxic boyfriend), he is caring and would be there for you. Main con: if you two started dating, you would have to accept his “free love” life style and the relationship he has with his family, so you need to know you would go around having a “slut boyfriend”. He would put you above everything else and would never go behind your back, but you need to accept that this is his life now, and he does not intend to change.

Walt Lewis (the nurse, Rex's best friend) 9/10

Honestly: pretty good boyfriend. Caring, emotionally supportive, always there for you, knows how to cheer you up and ready to work together with you to go over your problems and differences. Main con: it would take a lot for you two to become an item. From an emotional point of view he is pretty reclusive, so you would need to put a lot of work if you want for him to want to form a relationship with you and, once you are together, it would, again, take quiet some time for him to be comfortable about it. Past this point he becomes honestly perfect.

Mike Brynn (Rex's brother, college student) 8/10

Mike is smart, and he also knows what it means to be vulnerable. He would never pressure you but would be there for you, and every given moment he would remind you how much he loves you. Main con: he can get pretty jealous and possessive. If you want to date Mike you would need to work a lot on this particular aspects of his personality. Be ready for a lot of fights, especially during the first period of your relationship because of this, but if you manage to calm him down and work past his issues he would make a good boyfriend.

Noah Brynn (Rex's dad, works under mr. Jordan) 7/10

Already been in a relationship and a pretty chill dude. Maybe a bit of a pushover but his love for you is genuine and he really cares, his loves is almost fatherly, especially if you are younger than him. Main con: he still misses his wife. He can often gives you the impression he is not really over her and that you would come second in his life to her. If you date him remember one main thing: you would never replace her, so try being your own person aside from her.

Jake Brynn (Rex's uncle, the lumberjack ) 7/10

Jacob is the definition of rough with a heart of gold. Past his gruff and grumpy exterior lies a caring man who will treat you with love and care. Expect a lot of gifts and acts of service as a way for him to show his love. Main con: Jake is not interested in having a relationship. He likes his freedom, alone in the woods away from people, so you would need to work a lot to pass the fuckbuddy phase and go to the relationship phase.

Christopher Jordan (Rex's boss, powerful man) 8/10

Strong, caring, kind, rich and, most importantly, if Christopher Jordan says he loves you, he loves you. No ors, ifs or buts. If you are able to make the man fall for you then he will dedicates himself to you completely and would do everything in his power to make you happy. Main con: you would need to keep your relationship a secret. Mr. Jordan doesn't like having his private life plastered all around tabloit, so he will ask you to keep things between the two of you a secret, so nothing in public and all behind closed doors. When he retires he will be much more open about it, but until then you will have to endure this.

Tyler Davis (Rex's colleague, trying his best) 7.5/10

He is a really enthusiastic guy, he will go around showing you as his partner and tell everyone how great you are, constantly reminding you how beautiful, talented and awesome you are. He is your main hype-man and would die on this hill. Main con: he can get pretty insecure about your relationship. Under all his fake bravado lies a man who is not that experienced in relationships, and he would often end up asking you about it, if everything was alright, if he did good, if you are bored of him and if you want to leave him. Be ready to reassure him often about this kind of stuff.

Dylan Norris (coach of the city football team, Rex's old PE teacher) 7/10

Coach Norris is a pretty good man and a decent boyfriend. Nothing too weird about him, he would often brings you along wherever he goes with the team and would make sure you are always satisfied with the situation you two are in. Main con: another jealous man. He would be pretty possessive with you and would make sure that everybody knows you are off limits, particularly to the members of the team. If he is particularly stressed or tired he might confront you about something you did with someone else, asking you if there is something between the two of you.

Felipe Lopez (member of the team, team captain) 3.5/10

Felipe is charismatic and knows how romance works. He will give you presents and be ready to assist you. Main con: Felipe is selfish. He is the main character of his story and what he wants and needs is the most important thing in his eyes. He would cheat with someone else behind your back and would not feel any remorse about it. He does care about you but believe me: you can't fix him.

Dimitri Volkov (member of the team, team defender) ranking not available

So, fun fact: Dimitri is Aromantic. He likes to fuck and has some good friends and fuck buddies (these two things are not mutually exclusive), but he is not really interested in having a relationship with anyone. It's just not his thing, sorry.

Liam O'Neil (member of the team, team goalkeeper) 6/10

With Liam it's either hit or miss. He is a good guy, pretty honest and friendly, and very straightforwrd with the things he does and does not like. He is also open to dialogue, which can be both a good and a bad thing since he also has quiet the temper, but he quickly brush things off too. Main con: relaxed approach to his personal hygiene. Again: it's pretty hit or miss. If you don't mind this part of him than you are all right, but if this is a problem than prepare for long fights with him about it, because, again, he has quiet the fiery personality. Will never raise his hands with you, but is very vocal and can be pretty petty about this kind of stuff.

Akira Yamada (member of the team, team striker) 8/10

Sweet guy, likes to make his partner laugh, plenty of small gifts and surprises. He is a pretty sporty guy who likes to spend his time outside, so not too much indoor dates with him. Main con: you have to keep up with his energy. Again: he likes to spend his time outside, so dates can be pretty exhausting with him.

Tyrone Jones (member of the team, team midfielder) 9/10

Tyrone is the definition of a chill boyfriend. He never overreacts and you know you can always talk to him about stuff. He is also open to dialogue and honest with his feelings, so you can expect a healthy relationship with him. With Tyrone around you know you will always be safe. Main con: his dedication to the team. He cares about his team and his friends, sometimes too much probably, so he can get pretty tired pretty easily, and he is too stubborn to back down when he offers his help to others. You two will need to have a long talk about boundaries and the importance of the word “no”.

Joshua Smith (Mike's best friend, college student) 7.5/10

Josh is the definition of shy and sweet. He will give you small presents, write you corny notes and do all those kind of things that some might find maybe a bit cringe, but honestly sweet. Main con: he is a mess. He is so shy that any kind of pda would make him shortcut and melt. If you even try taking his hand he will blush completely and even a kiss on the cheeks risks making him faint. Also he is pretty inexperienced with romance, so you will have to teach him a lot of things. Another con is the fact that he is extremely anxious and will always try to makes everything work perfectly, which can pass as a bit stifling.

Jorge Hernandez (Rex's neighbor, made Noah his bitch) 5/10

He will treat you right and most importantly he will give you space. He will set boundaries between the two of you as the first thing. “We are a couple but we are two separate entities”. “If you ask me to give you some space I will, but in return you have to respect my wishes as well”. Main con: his attitude may sometimes pass as uncaring. More often than not he could be a bit distant and make you feel like he doesn't care about your relationship. This is also because of the disastrous end of his previous marriage that scarred him quiet badly. Don't expect him to be that much emotionally involved in your relationship, it would probably take him quiet some time before he can move forward.

Todd Jones (married man whose wife is pregnant, Rex's fuck buddy) ranking not available

Unlike Dimitri, this is here because Todd is already married. He loves his wife, he truly does, it's just that his relationship with Rex is complicated, that's all. If we have to rank him he would be honestly pretty high (maybe 8,5 or 9 out of 10, I think?), After all he is married so he would be pretty good as a boyfriend, wouldn't you say?

Zack Adams (Mike's college rival/frenemy/“it's complicated”) 8/10

Not much will change with Zack if you are in a relationship with him. Overall he will treat you the same, the difference will be in the subtle gestures, like hand holding or little presents or praises out of nowhere. More often than not he will make his personal mission to just catch you off guard to see you blush, telling you how good you look like that. Main con: he is not the most emotionally intelligent person around. It will take him some time to understand if something is bothering you, and even if you straight up tell him about it he will approach things logically instead of empathically. He doesn't do this on purpose, he really can't get social cues sometimes, but he will try to fix this and be better with it, it will just take him a while.

*****

So, what do you guys think? Which one of this characters would you like to go on a date with? Let me know if you liked this little profiling post, it was really fun to make, and it also allowed me to think about a new idea for a future story, but maybe I'll talk about it once I planned it better.

Hope you liked it dudes, see ya ^.^

[diskaywrites]

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 #𝟖: 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧. 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 (𝐨𝐜) 𝐱 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 (𝐨𝐜) ((𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂)) 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟: 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐝𝐲, 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧' 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧

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Noah Angle could make out the outline of one of his children standing at the foot of his bed, the door open behind him letting in the light from the hallway. For a moment, as his eyes tried to adjust to just waking up, the light almost seemed blue. That was impossible, though, and Noah's blue eyes adjusted to reveal his son Everett standing there in his Scooby-Doo pajamas. "Dad? I...I had a nightmare..."

Noah rubbed his eyes with the flat of his palm, swinging his legs over the side of the bed to stand. It was the life of a parent, taking care of his children no matter the time of night. He put a comforting hand on Everett's shoulder as the duo crossed down the brown carpeted hallway back to his son's room. It was remarkable how much his eleven-year-old was like him. The Impact Wrestling audience had been the first to see it, Everett and Noah standing side-by-side in some of the most pivotal moments of Noah's career. To the elder Angle, however, it was never more obvious than when Noah looked at his son's room. He remembered having the same wood framed bed, the same posters for the Steelers of the Flyers on his walls. Action figures and Legos sat on the shelves, including one that Noah didn't recognize.

As Everett got comfortable back in bed, Noah crossed to the bedside nightstand, picking up the small gray rabbit figure that sat there. "This is neat, bud. Where'd you get it?"

Everett pulled his gray blanket on his bed up to his chin, eyes full of fear, "𝐇𝐞 left it here."

Panic entered Noah's eyes as he knelt to one knee next to the bed, "Everett...what was the nightmare about?"

His son sniffled, curled up under the blanket. The fear in his eyes was palpable and with each passing moment, Noah felt his blood run colder and colder. "Th...there was a rabbit, but it wasn't like a normal rabbit. It...it looked like Henrietta and Daniel."

A puppet. Henrietta and Daniel were two of the puppets in Everett's favorite show from his younger years, Mr. Roger's Neighborhood. Whatever fear had been in Noah's heart was replaced with a burning hot rage. How 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆 that thing bring his funhouse puppets to antagonize his son? Everett had already faced fear when Moose had attacked Noah while Everett was in the ring, but this was even worse. This thing was coming for his son. "Did he hurt you?"

Everett shook his head, "He...he told me jokes. He made me laugh. But...but he wanted me to let you know that 𝐡𝐞 was gonna come here. The rabbit said someone was gonna come here for you."

Noah wrapped his fist around the small rabbit figurine with one hand, taking Everett's hand in his other. He could feel the way his son's hand trembled, "Everett. Have I ever let anyone hurt you or Daisy before?"

Everett shook his head as he squeezed his dads hand, "No. No never!"

"And I'm never going to," Noah promised, tucking Everett in before pressing a kiss to the top of his son's head before he stood, "I love you, bud."

"Can...can you leave the light on, dad?" Everett asked as Noah reached the door to the room. Noah left the door cracked, heading back down the lit hallway to his own room. He briefly considered closing his own bedroom door, but as his thumb ran over the rabbit figurine, he decided to leave it open. What harm was one night with the lights on?

[renaiswriting]

Baci di Luna (part 5)

Pairing: Choi Seungcheol/Reader

Summary:

Saying I love you was never easy.

Having to say it in a language that wasn't yours was not easy either.

Imagine the struggle of that, and now add it to loving someone whose family thinks you're a monster.

It can't be easy at all.

Word count: +4.1k

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of burning. (I think that's all.)

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"Noah, stop it already!"

 

Noah had been banging on the bathroom door for several minutes already, hurrying you to let him into the bathroom so he could take a bath, but you knew that more out of haste to perform some personal hygiene (because Noah had never been much of a baths' lover, no matter how short they were), he was looking for excuses to distract you from meeting Seungcheol.

 

Your younger brother was jealous, and although you would have usually found him adorable, he was starting to wear on your patience a bit.

 

"If you keep banging the door, I'll tell mom." You warned him. And this seemed to be somehow effective, because the banging on the door stopped for some time.

 

You tried your best to dry your hair with your towel, but it was still kind of wet.

 

You had put it on a high ponytail and your favorite pink lipstick.

 

"All yours." You told Noah once you stepped out of the bathroom, giving him a questionable look when you found him lying down on the floor.

Your mom was on the couch, knitting a new scarf for Arianna since she had lost hers in the move and had already made the whole house crazy by constantly wearing her scarves.

Your mom looked at you twice, the first had been a distracted glance while the second scanned you up and down, her brow furrowed.

"Dove vai vestito così?"

Until those moments you had avoided mentioning to him the plan to go out with Seungcheol because of this very questioning.

Your father, who had been more focused on taking inventory of the raw materials to make the various delicacies sold at the bakery, also looked up, one of his eyebrows raised. "Yeah, where are you supposed to go all dolled up like that? You're not supposed to work at the bakery today."

"I'm going to meet Seungcheol." You explained, trying to avoid sounding nervous, you didn't want them to suspect you liked the poor boy or anything, it would be all very awkward if Seungcheol came back to the bakery after that. Your father had always been known in the family for making jokes and hinting at the boyfriends and girlfriends his sons had had so far. He shrugged it off with a shrug of his shoulders. There was nothing to hide. You were going to get together with a friend. "You've already met him."

"Chi è Seungcheol? Non lo ricordo." Your mother asked , and you couldn't believe how she didn't remember Seungcheol considering how many times he had been to the bakery.

"Yes, I don't remember any Seungcheol either." Your father nodded his head, agreeing with his wife.

"He's tall, dark hair, big round eyes..."

"Quello del cornetto? Va bene, puoi andare ma porta Arianna con te."

You guessed that by now the Cornet boy had officially acquired the nickname Seungcheol.

 

"No! I can't bring Arianna with me; he's my friend. I want to be able to talk about things with him, but Arianna will get bored. Please, Dad?"

 

Your father looked conflicted. "I don't know. What do you say?" he asked his wife directly. "(Y/n) is old enough not to need a chaperone, don't you think? Maybe we should trust her with this."

"Dove vi incontrate allora?"

 

"I don't know, we were just going to walk for a while; we didn't agree to go to a specific place."

 

"Va bene, ma torna a casa prima delle sette." Your mother agreed, her index finger pointing at you. And that was more than enough time, it was almost four and you weren't even sure you would have something to talk about for more than an hour.

And that was more than enough time; it was almost four, and you weren't even sure you would have something to talk about for more than an hour.

 

"Where are you going?" Arianna asked, entering the room where you were all wearing her pajamas, shorts, and barefoot. Her eyes looked over your figure, stopping when she realized something. "Those are my earrings! Take them off; I was planning to wear them today."

 

"Sure thing, it absolutely goes well with your outfit." You replied, rolling your eyes but taking them off anyway, giving them back to her before finding some others to use instead.

 

One of your parents must have told her what your plans were for that day because Arianna walked into your shared bedroom whining. "I wanna go too!"

 

"Well, next time, maybe. I told Seungcheol it would be just the two of us today; I really want to make new friends here."

 

"If he's going to be your friend, then he has to get used to your family." She pointed it out, throwing herself on her bed, her legs resting against the cold wall. She had started doing this after and before every meal for some reason; apparently it was good for digestion or something like that.

 

"Well, yeah, but it would be rude to just show up there if he wasn't being told in advance. Why do you suddenly want to meet with him anyway? Does my little sister have a crush that I haven't caught on to?"

 

Arianna rolled her eyes and said, "None of that. But if you're going to where we went last time, I want to go there; they gave us food. It was delicious; I still want to punch myself because we didn't bring more."

You pick up your biggest pillow and throw it at her face, taking her by surprise. "Yah! That was not nice!"

"Be grateful for what they gave us; it was a nice thing for them to do. Don't act like a brat"

Ever since that night you went to Seungcheol and his friends' house, both you and Arianna had made a silent pact to never speak about it in front of any other member of your family unless you were looking for a punishment.

"And I don't think we're going there; we're probably just going to go on a walk or something like that, and I'll come back home. Next time, we can bring Noah to the lake and invite Seungcheol if you want."

"Sure," Arianna said, "bring Seungcheol for yourself and make me babysit Noah; at least bring someone of my interest too, would you?"

You raised your right eyebrow in her direction, looking at her with an expression that said, "I caught you lying to me."

 

"Like who?" You asked her, reaching for the ring your mom had given you to protect you.

 

"I don't know; the shorter one was pretty cute." Arianna replied with a shrug. Her hand was playing with her own hair, braiding it.

 

"And probably too old for you; why don't you try looking for some guy your age in town? I'm sure the butcher's son is a nice boy, and if you go out with him, we might get a good discount on fish." You joked.

 

"But I don't like him." Arianna protested.

 

"Well, then ask mom to introduce you to some of her friends' sons; I bet she would be thrilled."

 

Arianna complained a little bit more, but you ignored it as you made your way to the door, where someone was knocking.

Seungcheol was standing in front of the door, both of his hands in his pants pockets, and his feet were moving back and forth, resting all his weight on one foot at a time.

He was biting his lower lip, and when you opened the door, he looked like he was about to fix his hair.

 

"Hello," Seungcheol sighed with a small smile. His eyes traveled to how you were dressed that day before returning to your eyes. "You look really nice today."

 

"Thanks!" You replied with a big smile, looking over your shoulder when you heard footsteps coming your way. "We should probably get going before my brother finds a way to tag along."

 

Seungcheol's eyes moved behind your figure, and you realized a little bit too late that Noah had made his way to the front door before you could fly away. "If he wants to come, he can." Seungcheol whispered to you, sending you a reassuring smile.

 

"It's okay; he can come next time."

 

Seungcheol nodded. "One of our youngest probably might enjoy his company; he would love to have someone to play with."

 

You closed the door behind you as you both started walking. The day was pretty sunny, and it was really warm.

There was a gentle breeze that was caressing your skin and moving your hair gently out of your face.

 

"Oh no, just one sibling interested in your friends is enough." You joked, and just when you thought this would be just a comment to fill the silence, it seemed to catch Seungcheol's attention.

 

"Who's attention did my friends catch?" He asked with a teasing grin.

 

"My sister's; she swears she doesn't like them like that, but I'm pretty sure she would become as silent as a mouth if she's around them again."

Seungcheol laughed loudly, shaking his head. He looked quite relaxed, and his calmness was contagious, because suddenly all the nervousness you had felt while preparing was gone.

The path began to become more familiar as Seungcheol turned near Loco Thud's butcher shop. A large green wall opened up, leaving you in awe with each step you took closer to the forest.

 

No matter how much you saw it, the forest was still so beautiful that it seemed unreal.

 

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously, pausing for a few moments to watch a butterfly fly a short distance from your face.

 

"Are you hungry? I was thinking we could have a little picnic near the lake."

 

It hadn't been until that instant that you noticed the large backpack Seungcheol was carrying on his shoulders.

 

"I'm starving." You replied happily, touching your belly in anticipation of the food. "But you should have told me in advance; I would have brought some pastries from the bakery."

 

"No, it's on me. It was my idea. I managed to make Mingyu and Joshua bake these, though. So I bet they would taste delicious—probably not as good as the pastries your family sells, but I promise these will be good. I have tried them before."

"Trust me, I'm so hungry I could eat rocks." You joked.

 

Seungcheol made you walk to the spot where you both met each other the last time. There was a nice baby blue blanket on the floor and two tiny baby yellow pillows.

 

"When did you prepare this?" You asked, and it looked really pretty with the noise of the water running right next to your spot. The blanket was soft, and the pillow felt good under you.

 

"I bring these before going to your house. I wanted to ask Jeonghan and Joshua to help me, but they were busy. I got to steal Jeonghan's blanket though, so let's try to not demage it with food." He nervously laughed.

 

"No problem." You reassured him, stretching your legs and taking a deep breath of the fresh air.

 

Seungcheol opened his backpack, taking out from inside some orange juice, two cups, and a bunch of pastries. You couldn't help yourself but take a bite of one of the big, thin chocolate cookies; they were as big as your face.

Your eyes widened in amazement as a chocolate sparkle invaded your taste buds. The dough was so sweet, you felt like you could shiver with happiness.

 

Your hand scooped out some crumbs that had landed on your chin and clothes, covering your mouth as you continued to munch on the cookie. "It's so good!"

 

Seungcheol took a cookie identical to yours, devouring it in seconds. He nodded his head in approval, copying your hand position by hiding his own mouth behind it.

 

"These are Mingyu's; I always ask him to make this for my birthday because of how tasty they are."

 

"What did you promise him in exchange for these?" You asked him, laughing, "My siblings would make me pay them or do their chores for a whole month if I asked them to bake cookies for me."

Seungcheol laughed nervously. He had no idea how to tell you that he had promised Mingyu that he would take his nightly rounds if Mingyu accepted to bake stuff for his little date with you.

 

"I said I would do his laundry for a month." He replied instead. "Joshua was nicer; he asked me to do his bed instead for a week."

 

"You're the older one, aren't you?" You asked, nodding alongside Seungcheol when he confirmed it. "That's the blessing and the curse of the oldest; we can order around the house, but once they start growing up, they stop doing what we ask for if it isn't exchanged for a favor later." You laughed.

 

"Are you much older than your siblings?" Seungcheol asked and looked genuinely interested.

"Well, I'm three years older than Arianna and seven years older than Noah."

 

"You guys have such unique names," Seungcheol complimented. "I don't think I've ever heard someone with those names in town. I like them."

 

"Wait till you hear Noah's full name." You chuckled. "He's named after my mom's dying brother; apparently he asked her to name Noah after him. He's Noah Giovanni."

 

Seungcheol lay down on the blanket, his head on top of the small pillow, while his hands were comfortably crossed on his stomach.

 

"Two names? That's not usually the norm here."

 

"It isn't here. I had multiple friends and family members that had more than one name; some even had around three  names."You told him, lying down just like he was, enjoying the way the leaves on the trees were moving with the breeze, and sometimes some sunlight would make a quick appearance here and there.

Seungcheol's eyes were already on you when you turned to the side to see him more comfortably. He sent you a small smile when you both made eye contact.

"What about you? What's your other name?" Seungcheol's arm was under his face, his elbow pointing at you. He offered some orange juice that you accepted happily, sitting for some instants to take a sip of it. Your eyes moved to the water, and you were tempted to take some rocks and throw them in the water.

 

"I don't have any; the only one that has one is my brother." You mumbled, "But my mom told me once that if she could give me a second name, it would have been Isabella."

"You don't have a middle name, do you?" You asked him after some seconds of complete silence.

"No, but why don't you give me one?" He asked, moving forward to get some pancakes that he had told you beforehand had been made by Joshua. He had brought some honey, sugar, and butter to put on it.

"Me?" You asked with a chuckle. "I'm sad to inform you that my naming skills are not that good. I called a bunny pet that we had for a little bit of jumping because it jumped around a lot, and that's on my list of top-named objects and animals."

"Good thing to know that I'm not an object, then," he laughed. "Go ahead; if it's terrible, then the name would never leave this place."

"Seungcheol Oliver." You announced it proudly. It was the name of one of your childhood plushies that you sadly lost years ago in one of your family's moves to a new house.

"Oliver?" Seungcheol chuckled, nodding his head, satisfied. "Alright, I like it."

You took a bite of one of the brownies that were carefully placed on a plate, taking another sip of the orange juice. "Today's such a beautiful day." You sighed happily, closing your eyes when some breeze touched your face, moving your hair out of your face and out of your shoulders. Thankfully, it was already dry, and some of your curls have finally started to form in your wavy hair.

"I'm glad you're enjoying it." Seungcheol replied happily, and you could swear you had heard a purr coming from somewhere. "How do you say that in Italian?"

"Oggi è una bellissima giornata." You told him slowly so he could catch the pronunciation of each word. He copied the sound as closely as possible, but his tickling accent made it a little bit funny to hear. You guessed that was probably how you sounded speaking in Korean as well.

"I wish I could speak Italian as well; it sounds so beautiful." Seungcheol sighed.

"But you do speak more than one language." You encouraged him, "Don't you?"

"I understand a little bit of English because one of my brothers speaks English, and I can introduce myself in Chinese as well. I can name random objects too, like doors or water."

"Teach me how to say Hello, my name's Seungcheol. I feel bad whenever I go to your family's bakery and your mom's the one attending it because I just can't say anything to her."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I told you how to ask for what you want to buy instead? I'm pretty sure my mom will know your name by now." You told him, trying not to laugh as you remembered what had happened earlier in your house.

"One thing at a time," he told you. Instead, his eyes were looking at you with such sparkle that you felt something warm run throughout your body, making you smile without realizing it.

And so you continued the rest of the afternoon eating and talking. Seungcheol seemed to try to memorize every Italian word that came out of your mouth with great effort, and sometimes, when he thought you were distracted by throwing crumbs of homemade bread to the small fish swimming near where you were in the lake, you heard him practicing in whispers the pronunciation of those words.

 

"It's getting late," you yawned. You had no sign of trying to stand up because you really didn't want the afternoon to end.

"Do you have to go home already?" Seungcheol asked, his face not making the slightest attempt to hide the disappointment behind his face.

 

"Yes," you sighed, just as sad as Seungcheol. The afternoon had passed so quickly that you were surprised as the sun began to set to give way to night. Time seemed to have flown by in the blink of an eye, and what had left you most pleased was that you had felt so comfortable around him. "My mom will scold me if I don't come back now. This Sunday, she won't let me eat the lasagna she's been anticipating for us since last week." You smiled at him.

 

Seungcheol nodded, understanding. "I'll walk you home, then. It's getting late, and it can be quite dangerous to walk at this time alone. Come on." He was standing up, his palm facing you, as he was waiting for you to take it and stand up as well.

His skin felt a little rough to the touch; there were some calluses on it, and a cut you had just noticed was still healing. A soft layer of pinker skin covered it. It was much warmer than your icy hands, and the warmth spread through the rest of your body, especially on your rosy cheeks, as I let him hold yours firmly.

 

A hiss interrupted the moment as Seungcheol let go of your hand with a great leap backwards. The movement had been so sudden that it made you stagger, landing you on your buttocks.

 

"Cavolo!" You swallowed your cry of pain, biting your lower lip, as your hands shot up in his direction, your knees digging into Jeonghan's blanket. "Are you okay?" You asked worriedly, your voice rising a little higher than you had intended. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to touch your wound; is it bleeding? Are you in a lot of pain?"

 

You felt incredibly embarrassed and guilty about what had happened. Seungcheol had been an angel to you, and you had only returned a wound.

Seungcheol kept his hand clenched with his other hand; his knuckles had turned white from the force he was using to put pressure on the wound. The muscle in his arm was strained, and some of his veins had been marked on his wrist.

Seungcheol was bent forward, snarling slightly.

"I'm fine." He replied that his voice had become a mixture of a whisper and a growl.

"Are you sure? Let me see! God, I'm so sorry," you continued, standing up and approaching him. Seungcheol turned the other way, preventing you from seeing his palm.

"Yeah! It doesn't hurt that much; don't worry." He breathed out, his eyes were closed into two lines, and his lip was being attacked by his upper teeth.

"Well, it doesn't seem like that; don't be stubborn and let me see!" Your hand pushed Seungcheol with all your strength, attempting to turn him around, but it didn't phase him at all. "Seungcheol." You insisted.

He turned around, checking how much it hurt when he started applying less and less pressure to it.

His hand was so red you would have thought he had put it straight into the fire; his burns looked third-degree, and there were already distinct blisters around a perfect circle on the inside of it.

 

The circle was a perfect copy of your silver ring.

 

"Che cazzo?! I think you should put your hand in the water. Doesn't it burn?"

"No, no, that's it. It hardly hurts anymore; we should go back; you should be home before your mother scolds you."

Seungcheol put all the things in his backpack, biting his tongue when some things brushed against the wound on his hand. Luckily, to ease some of the guilt you felt, he allowed you to help him put it away.

Seungcheol escorted you home as promised, and before you went inside, he grabbed you by the wrist with the hand that was still intact.

"Thank you for agreeing to hang out today; I had a great time with you."

"I had a great time as well; it was really fun! I'm sorry again for hurting you." You mumbled, moving your feet and avoiding his eyes. "But I promise I'll make sure to bring some pastries the next time as an I'm sorry present."

"Next time?" Seungcheol replied with a big smile, and his fingers softly brushed away some hair that was brushing against your eyes.

"Well yeah, if you want to. But I might have to warn you; my siblings will come as well." You joked.

"I'll bring some of my friends as well, then. I bet our youngest will want to make friends."

The door suddenly opened, and a woman slightly taller than you was standing up with both of her hands on her hips, looking at you angrily.

"Dove diavolo eri? è passato il tempo in cui ti dicevo di tornare! Perché sei andato nella foresta quando ci sono state così tante voci su lupi mannari e bestie pericolose?"

You had no idea how I had discovered that you had been in the woods without one of your siblings ratting you out, but none of them knew (at least as far as you knew) where they were going to meet; not even you knew where they were going until they arrived at the picnic already arranged.

You felt a little embarrassed with your mother mentioning the supposed werewolf in front of Seungcheol, but looking at him for a few seconds, he seemed to be as lost as you were.

"Should I apologize?" Seungcheol asked you; his eyes were wide open, and suddenly his posture was perfect.

"No, I think you'd better leave. We can arrange our next friend's outing these days; come to the bakery anytime you want. I still owe you a treat as an apology."

Seungcheol said goodbye to you with a smile, and in a few minutes he was already disappearing through the forest.

The pain in his chest began to increase proportionally as he moved farther away from you.

But he tried to omit it; he had been with you for hours, and by now that should be enough for his wolf.

We'll see you the next day.

The burn on his hand still burned, and he just wanted to get home so someone could treat the wound. He had been such an idiot; he should have paid more attention to your silver accessories. Who else if he didn't want to end up dead before he confessed to you that he was a werewolf and that you were his mate?

Seungcheol came home with a contented vibration in his chest.

It had been a good day.