#let's all go crazy hand in unlovable hand like red team on the first day <3

[anachronistic-falsehood]

i don't even care who wins. i hope they all collectively snap. i want bad to hunt down charlie and kill him over and over and over until he rage quits. i want fit to lavacast red and blue's spawnpoints until they're screaming bloody murder at him. i want cellbit to eat pac's other leg. i want tubbo and phil to kill each other a thousand times over. i want tina to relentlessly hunt down cellbit for killing bagi. I WANT THIS PLACE TO LOOK LIKE 2B2T BY THE TIME THE TWO WEEKS IS UP!!! from a storywise standpoint i just want all the characters to go batshit and i'm not even going to look at the qsmp tag anymore i want to go crazy all on my own with my cubitos with not even a HINT of discourse on my dash

[fangirl-dot-com]

Is That Subway Surfers? - 1k Special

GUYS WE ARE OVER 1K FOLLOWERS! I NEVER EXPECTED THIS TO HAPPEN OH MY WORD

It's only been, what, two months since I started "To Do is to Dare"? That's crazy!!

So for celebration, here is a little backstory on how Arthur and Reader met and a little look into her early Dams days with him and Ollie!

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Thanks for all the love!!

December 2022

You hung your head as Vito went over the details one more time. 

“Ok, kid. Dams wants to sign you for your last year. And you’ll be partnering with Arthur Leclerc. You know him?” You manager questioned as he held his iPad. 

You only rolled your eyes. “I know of him. Isn’t his brother the Ferrari driver? Uh, Charles?” 

Vito nodded at your limited knowledge. “Bingo. Dams thinks that the two of you have similar driving styles and that he’ll push you to win the championship.” 

You looked down at your iPad that was in your hands. Arthur’s smiley face stared back at you. A list of his credentials were to the left of the picture. You looked back up at your manager. You were thankful for another chance, but you were skeptical. 

“Prema didn’t want to keep me for one more year?” You let out a scoff at the end for a good measure. The team that helped you through Formula 3 and your first two years of Formula 2 suddenly dropped you after a few mistakes: mistakes that honestly shouldn’t have happened. 

Vito’s hand dropped on your shoulder and he crouched down to eyelevel. He gave you a sympathetic smile. He knew you were nervous of the unknown and he wished Lorenzo could have been here for you. But, he was trying his best. 

“Kid.” You locked eyes with him, tears in your lash line. “I know it’s scary, but give the team a chance. This could be it.” 

It meaning your last chance to win the championship and maybe get a foot in the door for a future Formula 1 seat. Your next best bet would be to get a test driver seat for McLaren or even Red Bull. But your chances were slim as most of the top teams already had who they wanted with several year contracts in place. 

You put the iPad down and took multiple breaths. If you were to give the ok, you’d be meeting your future teammate very quickly. 

A trying smile formed on your face. “I think I’ll miss Ollie though. He was a cool kid.”

Vito granted you with another eyeroll. “You speak as if you’re like 5 years older than him.”

Realistically speaking, you were almost two years older than the British driver. But, his “childish” antics made you feel as though you really had to watch out for him. 

Vito continued, “And that kid loves you to death. You just need to get over your thoughts of you being unlovable.” 

Your head swayed back and forth and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s go meet this, uh, French dude?”

“He’s Monégasque.”

You clicked your tongue. “Ah.” 

Vito packed up his bag and the iPads and led you out of your small Nice apartment. The drive to the headquarters wasn’t a long one. You just spent the majority of it watching small raindrops fall down your window, hoping that the smaller one would win the imaginary race that was going on in your head. 

“Kid, we her-…” 

“DANG IT YOU SHOULD HAVE WON!” Your fist hit the door. You suddenly froze and turned to look at Vito, who was already staring at you. The two of you then suddenly burst into laughter. It took you two a while to calm down, but you eventually made your way into the large building. 

The hallways were a bit confusing, but you and Vito finally made it to the conference room. Sadly though, the two of you were the last ones there. A blond boy was sitting in one of the plush chairs, looking intently at his phone. 

You guessed he didn’t hear you come in, as you were able to take a seat right next to him. Your eyes barely glanced over, before you saw him playing your favorite mobile game. 

“Is that Subway Surfers?” you whispered as you watched Vito introduce himself to the other adults in the room. 

Arthur practically jumped out of his chair at the new voice right in his ear. His wide green eyes were met with you, trying not to laugh too hard. 

He stuttered out in broken French, “Je – je suis vraiment desole. Je ne savais pas que tu etais la et j’aurais du faire attention, et oh mon dieu, tu es vraiment jolie et maintenant je divague...” 

(I – I am so sorry. I didn’t know you were there and I should have been paying attention, and oh my gosh you’re really pretty and now I’m rambling…)

You only stared as he was falling over his words. You put a hand on his leg and he shut up quickly. 

“First off, I legit didn’t understand a word you said. And second, whatever it is, it’s fine! I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that.” You flashed a bright smile at him.

Arthur tried once again, in English with a heavy accent, “I, uh, am sorry. I should have been paying attention. I’m Arthur.” 

He held out his hand for you to take. Your hand grasped his and you shook it. 

“Hi Arthur, I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet my teammate for this season.” 

He flashed you an even larger smile. In your mind, you thought he was adorable. He let out a small laugh as he turned off his phone. 

“It was Subway Surfers. I love the game.” 

“So do I! It’s so much fun.” 

“Are you two done flirting already or can we begin to talk contracts?” Vito’s voice pulled the two of you from your little bubble. With sheepish smiles from both of you, you turned your attention to the CEO. 

The meeting was a few hours long, and by the end of it, you were starving. As you were leaving, Arthur grasped your hand, which made you stop. Vito just calmly said that he’d be waiting in the car. 

“Yes?” You cocked your head as you looked up at the taller boy. 

He had a shy smile as he looked down at you. “Would you like to join me and my friend for dinner? We’re just going to a local restaurant and it’s not too far.” 

As your brain was trying to come up with an excuse, Vito yelled from where he was standing by the vehicle. “She would love to! Just have her give you her address. Have fun kid!” 

And with that, he got into the car and drove away. All while you were standing next to Arthur with your mouth open. You quickly closed it to not look like a loser. 

“Uh, I guess I’ll come with?” It came out more like a question, but Arthur just went with it. He led you to his car and you were surprised it wasn’t a decked out Ferrari. 

You only smirked. “Not a Ferrari guy?” 

Arthur rolled his eyes as he got in the driver side. “That would unfortunately be my brother. I might be part of the academy, but we don’t get any fancy treatment.”

You snorted at that. “Yeah, I’ve never actually been a test driver for any team. I have my own management and everything.” 

Arthur raised his eyebrows but didn’t ask anything else. 

The ride to the restaurant was fairly quiet and not awkward. Around halfway through, he had finally turned on the radio. 

And although Arthur didn’t drive a fancy car, he was not above valet parking. 

“Hold on,” he told you as he quickly got out and skirted around the front to open your door. You looked up at him with a shy smile. 

“What a gentleman.” He hand firmly but gently grasped yours as he led you through the doorway. 

“My maman would have my head. Ah, there’s my friend.” Arthur pointed to a table near the back. 

But to your surprise, you definitely recognized the brunet that looked bored to death.

“Ollie!” you called out. 

The Brit’s head whipped up at the sound of your voice. A giant smile formed on his face as he stood up. You quickly brought him into a hug. 

“I didn’t know you knew Arthur?” He questioned as the three of you sat down. Arthur called the waiter over so that you could get a drink. 

You looked over at the green-eyed driver. “Hmmm, just met today actually.” 

Arthur sipped his water. “We’re teammates for this year.” 

Ollie looked back and forth, ideas forming in his mind. But, he wouldn’t be telling the ideas to you any time soon. 

“What is that smirk for,” you questioned. 

“You totally scared him when you met him. Didn’t you?” 

“You scared him too?” 

Oh, boy were you screwed for the next years. 

(What you didn’t know was that these boys would become two of you very best friends. And maybe one of them would become something more.)  

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[rosy-wooyoung]

Husband series [4/8] | Yeosang

Word count: 2.7k Pairing: ex-husband!, police officer! Seonghwa x single mom! reader x prosecutor! Yeosang (police officers! San and Wooyoung, but they’re just here for the drama)  Genre: fluff A/N: I took characters from my “he needs someone” imagine (i thought it’d be funnier ;) )

You had met Seonghwa when you were still quite young. He was a young police officer and you worked in a pretty big company, meeting each other was something quite hard due to your busy schedules. At first, you were surprised that he was a police officer and his stone-cold face, but when he warmed up to you, he was a whole other person. He was smiling and laughing, happy to be in your company. He didn't have to pretend or show any form of authority when you were around.

The only cloud on the horizon of your relationship was his work. He did day and night shifts, tiring him out in every way possible, making him so exhausted that every time he had some free time, he spent it sleeping or working out. You almost put a stop to your relationship because of this, but you managed to make it work. You were patient but you craved his affection but being in a relationship and not getting a lot of attention was frustrating. After a few months, he was asked to change shifts and got more free time. The service he was in wasn’t his cup of tea, but at least you got to see him more. Yes, he was grumpier and more irritable, but you managed to calm him down and clear out his problems with your affection.

You were very much in love with each other, it almost looked like a fairy-tale. He asked you to marry him a few weeks after learning that you were expecting your first child together, bringing you nothing but happiness. Seonghwa was required to change shifts again, him feeling very unhappy as his job wasn’t something he enjoyed. He ended up in the patrol team and everything started again. His work invaded your love life and almost ruined everything, so one night, you made your husband promise you something.

“Promise that, when our child will arrive, you’ll take days off to take care of us. The law allows a few days or week of paternity leave, so I need you to take them.” “I promise, honey,” he said as he linked his pinkie with yours with a wink.

Liar. You never knew where those promised free days went. After the birth of your son, Haneul, Seonghwa disappeared. He buried himself into his work and duties as if he weren’t ready to take care of a child, as if he were running away from his responsibilities. You had cried for nights, even days when he was in patrol, where you needed him the most. He was supposed to be home to help you out, take care of your child to let you rest, but he was never there. And when he came home, he was exhausted, almost dodging eating and showering. He was running away from you and your son like you were the plague, and it hurt you.

Your patience lasted two years, which was something you found rather impressive. One day, you were at the end of your tether, so you impulsively called a close friend of yours, who luckily was a lawyer. You filled divorce papers behind Seonghwa’s back and presented him the paper one night when he came back from his shift.

“Here, sign this.” You said as you placed the papers on the table, handing him a pen. “What for?” you didn’t answer and observed his jaw drop when he read the title of the contract. “Are you serious?” Seonghwa said, his voice wavering. It was rare to see the police officer lose his composure. “Are we really getting divorced?” “Yes, we are.” You declared, trying to stay as stoic as possible. “We made a common agreement that you’d take days off to help me with the baby, but since his birth, I haven’t seen you an entire day at home.” “I know baby, I’m sorry-” “Let me finish. I know your work is exhausting and the forces of order need you, but I need you too! Haneul needs you too, he needs his father to be home, to help him and watch him grow up. I need you to be here to help me, take care of things that could allow me to rest a bit. It’s tiring to be a mother too, you know! You didn’t keep your promise and I can’t live as if I was a single mom when I'm married, this is why I want you to fill out this form.” Seonghwa clenched his jaw but didn’t allow his tears to fall down, letting your words sink in his brain.

You were right and he was doomed. He wouldn’t be able to change your mind. Sadly, oh so sadly, he had lost the family he had started creating and there was nothing he could do against it. He made a huge mistake, the wound was too fresh and deep to stitch it. He swallowed thickly and unwillingly signed the paper under your watch, sniffing as he handed you the pen and papers.

“I’m sorry Y/N. I know it’s not an excuse, but I got scared. I know for a police officer, I’m such a coward, but I was scared to be short on money, so I worked harder and longer. I know that I shouldn’t have done this, but I was so scared and- I’m really sorry I messed up, that’s all I can say.” You sharply inhaled and took the papers from his grip, going to your shared bedroom, leaving your now ex-husband sheepishly standing up in the living room.

After weeks of moving out, moving on and start your life at the other side of the town, you were ready to give another try to dating. You had a few fails, men chickening out as they learnt that you were divorced and had a child. It saddened you and made you feel a bit unlovable, but your friend tried her best to make you feel better. One night, she called you as you had just put Haneul to bed, quickly answering as you didn’t want the ringtone to wake your son up.

“Y/N! I’m glad you answered. I have tea and it’s boiling hot!” your friend exclaimed through the phone as you gulped down a sip of water. “Tell me about it,” you slightly laughed as you sat down on your small couch, taking a quick break from being a mother. “So, I had a case last week and I got to meet my new boss, the new prosecutor.” “The one who replaces Mr Choi?” you asked and you could almost hear your friend nod on the other side of the phone. “Exactly- god, it was time for him to go I swear. But anyway, don't change the subject! Something happened this afternoon and you are involved too!” “Me?” you exclaimed, tilting your head and frowning, “what do you mean?” “You know, I have a picture of us in holidays framed on my desk. It was when we went to Paris, do you remember? And then, Mr Kang – the new prosecutor – came to my desk to give me something and he asked me if you were my sister. He looked IN LOVE I swear, he kept looking at you on the photo.” “You’re going crazy,” you snorted at her words but still felt your cheeks heat up. “I promise you that I’m not. Come at work once and the new prosecutor will be head over heels for you. I’m sure you’ll like him since you seem to have a thing for men in the justice system.” “Stop,” you almost yelled and giggled, knowing that she was right. “Try me,” she provoked you and you laughed together, “come have lunch with me tomorrow, if he’s not dead in love for you then you will at least get to eat with your best friend. Does it sound like a plan to you?” "A good plan. Alright,” you huffed, fake annoyed and grinned as your friend groaned over the phone.

As promised, you went out for lunch with your friend and managed to make up for the lost time, relaxed, your son eating at the day-care centre for once. He loved his teachers and the other children, so it wasn’t an issue for him to eat at school. Coming back from the restaurant, you walked with her in her work building, only to have her squeezing your forearm to get your attention, as you were going to go into the elevator.

“Look, he’s here.” “Who?” “Your future boyfriend, you idiot!” She whispered and you looked up, only to be met with hazel eyes. The man was walking a few meters away from you with a colleague, still wearing his prosecutor robe. You gulped and he slightly nodded his head your way to greet you, a small smile on his face as he walked past you. “See? I told you that he was your type.” Your friend proudly said, and you elbowed her, red flushing your cheeks. You didn’t answer and it was her turn to elbow you in the ribs. “Hm? Admit he’s your type.” “Okay, he’s fine. Are you happy now?”

“I’m only “fine”?” you both froze as you heard a deep voice behind you. You glared at your friend and she smirked at you, smiling at her boss and hastily walk towards the elevators. You turned around with an embarrassed smile and faced the handsome prosecutor. “Now, that’s embarrassing,” you mumbled and he laughed, tenderly looking at you. “It’s alright, I’m just teasing,” he said and you exhaled, relieved but you froze again at his words. “Are you free tonight? I want to get to know you," he asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world. You fell speechless and it took you seconds to register what he said. “Are you serious?” that’s all you managed to say and he nodded with a smile. “Do I look like I’m joking?” you shook your head but nodded right after. Confused and embarrassed, you whined and looked away. “Alright, I know a good place downtown. How about we meet there at 8 pm?” “Sounds good to me.” You answered and he beamed again, each smile making your heart melt a little more.

It was 7:55pm and you were already there, asking for a table for two. You ordered a lemonade and waited for your date to come, hoping that you wouldn’t be stood up on your first date. You gulped another sip of the sparkling water and almost choked as the prosecutor sat in front of you. Your change of clothes didn't go unnoticed to your date's face and you smiled as he complimented you on the dark blue dress you were wearing.

Everything went well, you finally got to know his name and Yeosang was a word that easily rolled off your tongue. You didn’t know but he loved it when you said his name and vice versa. He was sweet and intelligent, passionate about his work. Fortunately, he wasn't the type to only talk about him and he got to discover your centre of interests as well. He even started flirting, which was delicately done, never overstepping boundaries.

Your phone started ringing as Yeosang ordered dessert for the two of you, eyes going wide when you recognised the phone number of the day-care teacher. You excused yourself from the table and Yeosang nodded, giving the menu back to the waiter. The day-care centre was closing, and you needed to pick Haneul up, making you suddenly feel stuck. You told the woman that you’d get there as quickly as possible, but you might be a little late. You worryingly came back into the restaurant and Yeosang immediately frowned at your distressed state.

“Is everything alright?” you nodded, despite being on the verge of tears. The frown on Yeosang’s face never left and you deeply inhaled, ready to tell him the truth. "I know you're not, tell me what's wrong." He searched for your gaze but never caught it. “I- I need to pick up my son at the day-care centre because it’s about to close.” You mumbled, hoping that he’d never hear it, but of course he did, his eyes widening. “You have a child?” he said, and you nodded, your eyes never leaving the white tablecloth. A hesitant hand came across the table and rested against your trembling one. “I’m sorry, I won’t be able to eat dessert.” “Don't think too much about it. Let’s pick your little boy up.” He stood up and encouraged you to imitate him before catching a waiter’s attention to cancel your orders and went to pay the bill.

You exhaled and sent a quick message to your friend that your date would probably not see you again and she answered you almost immediately.

“What do you mean???” “That’s nonsense Y/N.” “Let’s talk about it when you are relaxed and have more time, alright? xx”

You faintly smiled at your friend’s words and felt a presence behind you. Yeosang smiled at you and softly laid his hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s go?” you nodded, and he walked you to his car, opening the passenger seat for you.

The ride to the day-care centre was dead silent and you’ve never felt so oppressed in your life. Why did you have to grow attached to him over a single date, when he was most likely to drop you after driving you home with your child?

“I’m really sorry, miss, I didn't see the time.” You said as soon as your son's teacher came into sight, patiently waiting for you with your son next to her. “It’s okay, I’m glad you made it safely here. Have a good evening and see you tomorrow!” she said with a smile before going back inside the centre. Before you could give Yeosang any further explanation, you heard the roaring sound of another car pulling up by the centre.

A police car.

Your ex-husband and two of his colleagues (who you recognised to be San and Wooyoung, the former being Haneul's godfather) got out of the car. Your ex-husband searched for your child and stopped dead on his tracks when he saw you and the man standing next to you, who was stroking Haneul’s cheek as you carried him.

“Seonghwa,” you said in a breath and Yeosang looked up. His eyes darkened and stopped touching your son’s cheek, clearing his throat. “Officer Park,” he said, extending his hand. “Prosecutor Kang,” your ex-husband answered, shaking it and you almost fainted.

Of course, the two of them had to know each other. Of course, they had to work together in the past. That’s what you got by dating men from the law. San eyed you out of the corner of his eye and tried to send you a warming smile as he noticed your distressed state.

“So?” Seonghwa said and you took action, turning towards Yeosang. “Yeosang, I’m going to make this clear and quick. This is my ex-husband, officer Park Seonghwa and he’s also Haneul’s father. You can do anything, get into a fight or yell at each other, call me a wimp, I don’t care, I’m going home. It might be cowardly from me but it’s too early now.” You said on the verge of tears and walked towards Yeosang’s car, your decision played with Seonghwa’s heartstrings, secretly hoping that you would walk towards his. You saw San's eyes widening and Wooyoung gasped, only to fall silent as your ex darkly stared at him. Seonghwa sighed, nodding at Yeosang, who was genuinely confused. The police officer sat back in his car but never drove away, head filled with thoughts, his colleagues following him only seconds later after waving one last time to Haneul. The prosecutor started his car after you closed your car door and drove you home without a word.

“Thanks for the date,” you gloomily mumbled as you neared your apartment building. “I had a lot of pleasure to get to know you.” He whispered back, checking if your son was sleeping, and he was. You faintly smiled at him and were about to leave his car when he stopped you by delicately wrapping his fingers around your wrist. “Will I get to see you again?”

[innaminitus]

The one with them both

About the series: What are you about to read is a series in a sitcom manner. This means the chapters are going to be only briefly connected to each other and you don’t have to read them all (you can start in the middle if you want and you should still be able understand what’s going on). Just as in sitcoms majority of the stories will have the beginning and the end (something like oneshots). Think of it as if you were watching Friends that I copied the title from.

AU: Hogwarts  

Pairing: Various (for now: Loki x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader)

Chapter summary: Loki forces you to face your immaturity, Tony finds a way out of your emotional problems. 

Chapter warninigs: language

Chapter word count: 1715

A/N: Special thanks to @fandomqueen74 for awesome ideas!

 As always I will publish the next part when this one hits at least 100 notes.

I want you to create this series with me! Got any idea what could happen to our pals? Let me know! Let’s make this as awesome as we can, together!

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You looked him in the eyes for a mere second before his hand found itself on the back of your neck, bringing you closer, to his warm, greedy lips. You gave in, sunk into his scent, into the familiar feeling of his hands holding you firmly. He kissed you gently, afraid you’d got scared and run away, and never come back. To be honest, you weren’t sure you wouldn’t.

It felt good, right, even if it wasn’t. You pulled away with a sigh.

“Loki… I can’t…” You sat back, your fingers unwittingly touching your lips, hot from his touch.

He sat as well, his jaw clenched, he tried not to look at you.

“Why?” He fixed his hair. “Because you’re dating this oaf? You can always break up with him.” He looked at you. “Be with me.”

You somehow couldn’t breathe, your heart ached.

“I can’t be with you,” you managed to say.

“Why?” He repeated, his eyes piercing holes in you. “Because I don’t look like him?” His hair started to shorten, you widened your eyes, but he didn’t let you say anything. “Is that what you want?” His face looked distorted for a second or two, like it was a boiling water or melting ice and after this horrifying act, to your terror, his face turned into Tony’s.

“L-Loki…” You were on the edge of crying. “You never told me you­– You’re metamorphomagus.” Tony’s angry face was staring back at you, as you stuttered your way through sentences. “P–please turn back to yourself.”

He did as you asked, his cheeks red with anger.

“Why can’t you understand that he’s not being sincere with you?” His voice was full of pain and fury, he was holding himself back hard not to scream at you.

“You can’t know that! You don’t know him like I do!” You were crying now, tears were awfully cold on your hot cheeks.

“He’s not in love with you, Y/N!” He was shouting now. “It was all a bet he made with Thor!”

Suddenly the memory of the conversation you overheard one day hit you like a train. They were arguing, Loki was trying to find something out, and got angry when Thor confirmed his guessing. Was it that they were talking about? Did Loki suspect it was all a bet? You thought so yourself when Tony wasn’t able to tell you why he liked you, but… it was just a silly thought back then, and you were dating for long now…

“You’re lying…”

“Have I ever lied to you? Do you want to know how much your love is worth for him?” He spat out, making you feel small, hidden in the depths of his anger. “Ten Galleons.” He could’ve as well just slap you across the face. “When will you understand, that the only person in this whole castle who could ever really love you is me?”

He was piercing you with blades. He not only told you your whole, dreamy relationship has been a fraud, he also told you…

“You’re saying I’m unlovable? That you, in your whole perfect form, are the only person capable of loving me, because I’m… what exactly?” Your eyes were dry now. “Stupid? Ugly? Broken?”

“Spoiled.” He didn’t even hesitate. “Miss perfect in every way, rich, model student, Captain of the team, fucking beautiful, the person who denied being Prefect. You would be a Head Girl, wouldn’t you? True star of the school. You want the world at your feet. You just framed this girl, whose only crime was liking your boyfriend. Can’t you see it? No one would actually want to be with you.”

“Just you.”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you noble?” You got up, heat of discountenance and anger flamed your body. “If only you were as perfect as you think you are, while the only think you truly are, is a fucking dick.”

You wiped the tears from your cheeks and turned away, heading to the stairs. He followed you, but didn’t say anything.

How could he say these things to you? He was supposed to be your friend. Why even was he with you for all these years if you were that bad? The tears were flowing down your cheeks again. What if he was right, though? What if, despite what you thought, everything you believed was a lie?

First thing you had to do was to talk to Tony. You couldn’t date him anymore if it really was a bet, only you had no assurance he wouldn’t lie to you. You still had veritaserum…

Loki suddenly pulled your arm hard and threw you into a cupboard.

“What are you–“

“Shh! Filch,” he hushed you with his hand.

You listened for Filches steps, waiting for him to walk by. The cupboard was crumped, brooms and other utensils were hurting your back, Loki’s body was pressed against your front. Despite all that happened within past ten minutes, your heart was beating faster. You wanted to hate him. To slap him across the face.

But his hand was suddenly replaced by his lips and you forgot all about it. The previous gentleness was gone, his tongue slid into our mouth and took all the control. You wrapped your arms around him to bring him closer, his hands sneaked under your pyjama shirt and caressed the bare skin of your waist. With racing heart you let him touch you, bit his lower lip when his fingers stroked the sides of your breasts. His kisses were greedy, but so were yours, as if he was the answer to all your sorrows, not the cause of them. You got lost in the feeling of him, on his hands all over your body, pushing you onto the shelves, kneading your breasts.

“Can’t be with me, huh?” He gasped into your ear before sucking onto your neck, making you sigh. “And yet you’re cheating on Stark.” He pulled away completely, leaving you heavy breathing, hungry for more. “Maybe you should grow up, Y/N, and stop playing with us.”

He left the cupboard, drowning you in shame.

*

Your stomach hurt from nervousness when you were waiting for Tony after your Quidditch practise. You didn’t sleep last night, weighed with guilt. Loki was right. You were spoiled and didn’t think about the outcome of your actions. You were playing around with both of them, and there was still the problem of the bet… Not even one thing was going well.

“Hey, baby.” Tony smiled when he saw you waiting for him, and came closer to kiss you, but you didn’t let him.

“Was it all really just a bet?” You asked, your jaw clenched and heart racing when the expression of his face turned from surprised to guilty.

He took a deep breath.

“Yes,” he said and tears once again blurred your vision. “Yes, but I called it off a long time ago, I swear.” He held your hands, honesty in his voice almost hurt you. “I fell in love with you for real and wanted to be with you because you’re amazing, not because of the bet.” He titled his head. You kind of hoped he would be the bad one, not you. But he was sincere, and you were the cheater. “It was an awful thing to do, and I’m sorry. It was Thor’s idea and… it doesn’t matter now, not if you still want to be with me. If not, I– I’ll understand,” his voice was silent. “But if you’ll have me, I promise I will never hurt you again.”

You should be glad. You had what you wanted, after all. Not telling him about Loki would make everything easier, but it would also make you worse person than you already were.

“I– The bigger problem is if you’ll still want me after what I need to tell you…” You avoided his sight, but he grabbed your chin gently and forced you to look at him.

“I doubt anything is worse than what I did…” He tried to smile cheeringly, but you were far too disgusted by yourself to smile back.

“I kissed Loki,” you managed to say and his smile faded.

“That’s… not okay, but… if it was just once, I guess–“

“It was… not once.”

He took a step back. It was small, but still meaningful.

“Do you love him?”

“No… I… I don’t know.” You shook your head, heat of embarrassment crimsoned your cheeks.

“Do you love me?” He titled his head, trying to find anything he could use not to break up with you.

“I think so.”

He cupped your face and leaned.

“Then it doesn’t matter.” He kissed you gently. “But–“

“Please don’t ask me to stop being friends with him,” you squirmed suddenly, surprising him. “I tried, I really did, but he’s my family, I can’t just–“

He shushed you with his lips.

“That’s alright. I know he’s important to you.” He caressed your cheek.

“Aren’t you mad at me?” You sobbed.

“Oh, I am.” He nodded and kissed your forehead. “But I am also crazy about you. If I have to share you, I’ll do it.”

Share you? That never came through your head, but… having them both, not being obligated to choose? No more hurting, cheating, lying.

“Could you, really? You wouldn’t mind me being with him as well?” Your cheeks were red just at the thought of it.

He twisted his face funnily.

“Well, I would mind, but if it’s that or lies, then I prefer that.”

It didn’t make you feel any better, for it only meant you were going to hurt him either way. You should just let him go, break up and probably never date anyone again.

“I can’t do it to you, I’m sorry.” You shook your head and stepped back. “I don’t deserve you, I can’t use you like that.”

He sighed helplessly.

“Y/N… I really want to be with you. I don’t want us to break up. Please. Let’s try this.” His cheeks were red as well, his eyes looked like glass. “Please.”

You clenched your fists. You wanted this. Him. Loki. And even if you knew it was unethical, you closed the distance and kissed Tony.

“We are so going to Hell for this.”

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unlovable (pt. 2)

Words: 2,085

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, some dark thoughts courtesy of my own anxiety/demons

(Gif not mine! Creds the original owner!)

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Steve had been out with Sam when he got the phone call. When he picked up, he almost though (Y/N) had called him accidentally. There was silence on the other end, the sound of gentle wind filling his ear.

“Hello?” He repeated himself, Sam shooting him a confused look.

“S-Steve?” (Y/N)’s voice was shaky, something Steve had never heard before.

“(Y/N), you alright?” Steve’s jaw tightened, thinking through millions of possibilities of what could’ve happened. Some extraterrestrial attack? Another HYDRA base come up from hiding? Had Loki decided to cause some more mischief?

“A-Are you able to send someone to get me? I um... I don’t have a way home.” (Y/N) mumbled and Steve immediately thought about any open cases that could’ve targeted her.

“I’m calling the team,” Steve’s ‘Captain America’ voice was turning on with Sam stiffening as he listened. The two of them had turned around from their path, headed back towards the car.

“No!” (Y/N) yelped, sniffling in the background. “Please, I just need to be picked up.”

“Bucky there too?” Steve asked and a small whine escaped from (Y/N)’s lips.

With how Steve reacted, Sam thought that Bucky had gone rouge again, that HYDRA had somehow turned on the Winter Soldier and all the Avengers were being called in.

He didn’t even care to explain as he pushed Sam into the car and ordered him to drive. They got to a small wooded area and (Y/N) was sitting on a stump, eyes red.

“Where is he?” Sam asked quickly, surveying the area.

“Back at the complex, I assume,” (Y/N) mumbled, tucking hair behind her ear.

“Did he hurt you?” Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, not noticing any obvious wounds as he touched her arm gently.

“W-What?” (Y/N) frowned and looked between the two men standing in front of her. “No, of course not. He just... stormed off. Got on his bike and left me here.” She shrugged, as if the whole encounter hadn’t just shattered her heart and left her feeling empty.

“Bucky just left you here?” Steve’s stern expression got even darker, arms crossed in front of his chest. “I’m sorry, doll, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have asked you to take him into town.”

(Y/N) shook her head quickly, swallowing hard, “Can we just go home please?” She begged softly, tears welling up in her eyes again.

Sam and Steve shared a look before they helped her into the car. When they got home, Sam put a comforting arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder, bringing up to her room with the promise of some hot chocolate.

Steve’s phone rang for a second time that day and he eagerly picked it up seeing Bucky’s name. “Bucky? Are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine. (Y/N)’s going to need someone to pick her up though. There’s this little place near-” Bucky sounded defeated, but Steve quickly interrupted,

“We already got her, Bucks.”

There was silence on the line for a moment before Bucky sighed, “Is she okay?”

“You mean besides how raw her eyes are from crying? Yeah she’s fine. You could’ve at least called me earlier. Like right after your stormed off.” Steve pointed out.

“I know.”

“What the hell happened, Bucks? I thought you liked this girl?”

“I know.”

“I thought you wanted her to like you too? I thought she was the only one that made you feel normal, I thought-”

“I know, Steve! I know! Okay? I fucked up and there’s no repairing it. I know.” Bucky growled, hanging up the call. Steve groaned internally, wondering what the hell was going on. (Y/N) wouldn’t spill and now his best friend wasn’t saying anything either. He walked up from the garage to Bucky’s room, knocking on it gently.

“You going to sit in there and sulk? Or do you want to figure out how to fix this?”

There was complete silence on the other end and Steve almost considered breaking the door open before Bucky slowly opened the door. “I fucked up, Steve,” Bucky murmured. “I really fucked up this time.”

He walked back to his bed, flopping onto it in despair. Steve watched him with curious eyes, sitting down on the corner of the bed. “You going to tell me what happened?”

Bucky stuffed his face into a pillow for a moment before sitting up and looking at his best friend, “She kissed me.”

The two of them shared a look, both of them having completely different expressions to the sentence. Steve looked almost elated, but also confused, Bucky looking like he had just announced a death sentence.

“A-And that’s bad?” Steve’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw the distressed look on Bucky’s face, and his friend looked at him exasperatedly.

“Steve! She kissed me! She can’t kiss me! Look at me, I’m a fucking mess! I don’t belong in this time period, I can’t even remember shit I did before. I hurt a lot of people, I _killed _a lot of people and I can’t even remember it!” Bucky threw the pillow in his hand across the room, groaning. “I’m not a hero like you, Steve. I’m not the one put on the television with everyone cheering for me. I’m a monster, I’m unlovable.”

Sam watched as (Y/N) hugged her pillow, her shoulders slumped forward. “Want to talk about it?” He offered gently, putting her cup of hot chocolate on the dresser next to her bed.

“What’s to talk about?” She mumbled in response, glancing at the steaming cup before burying her face back into the pillow.

Sam raised an eyebrow, sitting down in front of her. “How about the fact that you’ve been head over heels with Bucky since he got here, how you’ve been the only person besides Steve to consistently trust him-”

“You trusted him too, Sam,” she pointed out, peeking out from the pillow to look at him.

He shrugged, leaning back on his arms. “I trust Steve. If Steve says he’s good, I’ll believe him. But you trusted Bucky solely because of Bucky.”

“I thought he might like me back,” (Y/N) whispered after a while, reaching for the hot chocolate and letting it warm her hands. “I thought today was going great. He was finally starting to talk to me more.” She groaned, slumping over further. “I shouldn’t have kissed him.”

“You did what?” Sam’s face lit up into a grin, sipping his hot chocolate to avoid her seeing.

“I know!” She groaned, huffing in frustration. “I just... we were having a moment, and I completely ruined it.”

Sam could feel how badly his eyes wanted to roll. These two were absolutely puppy dog lovesick for each other, he wasn’t sure how else to react. “(Y/N), I think you and Bucky need to talk.”

(Y/N) sighed, looking over at him. “I know, but I’m not quite sure what I’d say.” She was so focused on the idea of wording an apology to Bucky, she couldn’t see the amused look on Sam’s face.

Bucky was driving himself crazy with trying to figure out a way to word his feelings.

“You know, the Bucky I grew up with could smooth talk his way with every girl he met,” Steve had joked, nudging his friend in the side.

“She’s not like every other girl,” Bucky had muttered back, biting his tongue with how cheesy it sounded.

The soldier paced up and down in his room for a while after Steve left, fists clenching and unclenching as he beat himself up mentally for not being able to word his thoughts right.

“(Y/N), I’m really sorry for being an asshole and leaving you out there. I just like you so much. No wait, that makes no sense,” Bucky thought out loud. “I just didn’t think you could love a monster like me... dammit that sounds so fake.” Head hanging in defeat, Bucky walked towards (Y/N)’s room, deciding that maybe preparing something would come out sounding robotic.

“(Y/N)?” Bucky called after rapping his knuckles along her door. “C-Can we talk?”

There was a quick shuffle behind the door before it opened slowly, (Y/N)’s eyes peering up at him. “Bucky, um hi. Yeah, come on in,” she offered, closing the door behind him.

The two of them sat on her bed, an awkward silence filling the air.

“Bucky-”

“(Y/N)-” They both started, sharing a forced laugh and smile.

“You first,” Bucky decided, twiddling his thumbs together.

“O-Oh okay. Um,” (Y/N) took a deep breath and bit down on her lip. “Listen, I’m really sorry.”

Bucky stared at her for a moment, trying to think of what she could possibly be apologizing for, “Sorry?”

The girl nodded, letting out a breath before continuing, “I thought that today would be really good for you to get out and feel a bit more at home, but I ended up getting caught up in the moment. I haven’t brought anyone else out there and today’s been great, it was so nice out-” She hesitated before continuing, avoiding his eyes. “Kissing you was a mistake, an accident. It won’t happen again, promise.”

If there was a time that Bucky could erase his memories, like how he couldn’t remember what the Winter Soldier did in the past, it would be now. His mouth was suddenly dry, his mind was blank, his chest was hurting like his heart had just been ripped out. A mistake, he thought to himself, she didn’t mean to kiss you. She got caught up in the moment.

Waiting for him to respond was torture. Bucky had a stone cold expression on his face that (Y/N) couldn’t read. Was he angry at her? “I really want us to stay friends, if we ever were that,” she offered softly, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Bucky almost had to remind himself to breathe, to think, to respond. “Y-Yea of course,” his voice was dry and cracking. He cleared his throat, swallowing down the pain. 

He excused himself quickly, his chest feeling like he was being squeezed in someone’s hand.

Running to his room, Bucky could feel anger and pain boiling up in his body. His flesh fist hit the solid wall next to his bed, breaking a large hole into it. He didn’t even care if he broke a finger or two. He slid down onto the floor, staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours.

What could go wrong? What could possibly happen? Steve had asked him.

This, Bucky thought to himself, this is exactly what I could’ve avoided. He his eyes tight and for once, stopped trying to battle his demons, letting them engulf him. What kind of girl would want to kiss you anyways? Maybe back in the past, sure. Look at you. You’ve got a metal arm and a broken memory. You killed so many innocent people. Who’s to say you won’t turn again? 

I haven’t turned, I’m fine now, he argued with himself, his whole body tense. She’s always been so nice to me, how could I not fall in love with her?

Maybe she was doing her job, maybe Steve asked her to be nice, his demon growled from inside, breaking down Bucky’s defenses. What kind of girl would want to be with a monster? Surely not (Y/N). She’s perfect meanwhile you’re only alive because Steve convinced people not to kill you. You should be dead.

(Y/N) sat in her bed, looking at the space that was occupied by Bucky moments ago. He had seemed...almost sad with her apology. Could he have actually liked you back? She shook her head quickly, dismissing the thought. She knew he was angry, the sound of him hitting a wall echoed through the hallways. Part of her wanted to get up and make sure he was okay. The other part of her was still feeling dejected and unloved. Unwanted. Why was he angry though? (Y/N) curled up into a ball on her bed, trying to think of reasons why today would’ve made him angry. Her brain and heart were arguing, maybe he’s annoyed because you ruined a good day for him? Or maybe he likes you and now thinks you rejected him- no couldn’t be that. He probably just wishes you would’ve left him alone today.

She sighed, blinking away the tears as she tore up any little flickers of hope she had left that Bucky may return her feelings. She closed her eyes, trying to let her body rest. Maybe things would go back to normal tomorrow.

Or maybe not. 

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Summary- the members reactions to you crying while on a walk, some happy tears others not :(

A/n- Will anyone believe me if I say where I live it’s Monday and not Wednesday at 10 pm. I hope you enjoy and request are always open so please ask away.

Warnings- none pure fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Word count- 2k

Enjoy!

Jin

You both had been dating for a very long time and were engaged

Truly soulmates, you were the couple who were friends before lovers and your strongest allies, partners, and supporters

You were each other's people

You were in California for the American leg of the tour

Jin had convinced management to let him go out for a little in a baseball cap and sunglasses to walk the Santa Monica pier with you.

“Look let’s sit here for a minute (y/n)” he walked over to a bench for two overlooking the ocean

“It’s so beautiful jinie” you laid your head on his shoulder

“Not as beautiful as you baby,” he said trying to get you to laugh at his cheesy remark

“Shut up,” you said

Suddenly it all hit you

You were marrying the love of your life and were travelling the world with the one person you wanted to see it with

Your eyes started watering

You were so happy and you couldn’t believe it

Most of your life you had believed that you were unlovable and were going to die sad, but there you were happy and in love

Jin noticed you were quiet and looked to see a steady stream falling from your eyes as you looked out to the distance

“Are you okay (y/n)” he asked in a quiet soothing voice trying not to disturb you

“Yeah.” you went quiet for a moment trying to put your bliss into words “I’m just so happy to be here with you.”

His whole world would explode

He died, his heart would just burst because he loved you so much

“I-” he would get choked up “Love you too” he would kiss your hair and you two would stay there for a while looking out into the ocean and seeing the sunset

Yoongi

You both were in Paris on vacation for once

He was telling you a story from his childhood and you started laughing which made him laugh which made you laugh harder because he rarely laughed

You both were now in a corner laughing

You looked around you and realized how crazy your life was

You were living a dream and you didn’t even notice

You started tearing up both from realization and from laughing too much

He would wipe away your tears and smile giving you a quick peck

“Awwww Yoongi my heart can’t handle you” you would say as he opened the door to the cafe

“Get used to it (y/n) cause I’m not going anywhere”

Hoseok

He had been on tour for months now and you two had talked every day through all the platforms you had

He decided to come home early and surprise you

You were walking to your shared apartment from work that had been so empty lately when you felt someone grab your hand

Your first instinct was to scream but he spoke before you could

“Hey (y/n) what are we having for dinner today” he gave you his gummy smile

“Hobi” you dropped your bag and jumped on him hugging him suddenly you started balling “I missed you so much bab-don’t-you can’t leave me ever again.” you were sobbing now

“(y/n) sweetie I’m back I haven’t forgotten my baby-”

“Shut up hoseok I will kick you.” you said “you’re not allowed to talk for the next hour while a process the fact that you’re back”

He laughed hugging you hard before letting go and picking up your bags

You both walked to your home in silence while you held hi free hand and periodically told him how mad you were that he left and how he wasn’t allowed to leave your sight ever again

Namjoon

You two were getting lunch in between one of his meetings

“Wow this is good here try some” he scooped  some noodles on to your plate

You laughed at how he managed to make  a mess

“You’re so clumsy.” he gave you a fake pout

“Aww that’s what makes you so charming,”  you said teasing

“I thought it was the dimples,”  he said pointing at both of them while smiling at you with his eyes closed

“Let’s call it even and say it’s everything about you” you were being corny but that’s what you loved to do in moments like this.

“You’re so corny.” he laughed

“You love it.” you continued eating

Both of you left the place when he got a call

“Ohh it got cancelled” he made a stern face as if they could see him. “Oh no I understand I’ll just take the day off you can tell the team to prep but go home otherwise”

“Did you hear? You’re stuck with me all day.” you hugged his arm as you continued strolling.

You both were quiet and enjoyed your surroundings as you so rarely got to do.

You noticed that the leaves were starting to wilt signalling that fall was approaching. It was the perfect weather, warm but not too hot and humid but not muggy. The streets weren’t crowded as it was the middle of the workday and most had returned to their jobs

You spotted a schoolyard where it seemed to be recessed and caught the eye of a young girl with jet black hair

She was holding a rose and a boy kissed her on her cheek

He was looking at the scene happening before your eyes

“If we ever had a daughter you can bet your bottom I wouldn’t let any boy give her a flower.”

You looked up at him “Really I thought it reminded me of us and how you always bring me flowers.”

“I’ll always bring you flowers.” he was being soft

“Even if we’re eighty and shipped to a retirement home?”

“No, we’d never be in a retirement home. I’ll build you the biggest garden in all of Korea and fill it with roses and gardenias. Every day I’ll pick one and bring it to you with my cane and my robot who will walk for me as I complain about it being too slow” He was so genuine and sweet that you couldn’t take it.

“I’ll yell at the robot too and I’m sure all the maids will be scared.” he chuckled at your joke

“ I’ll stay with you forever,” he said

“I don’t need forever if I have you.” you hadn’t even noticed but a tear fell down your eye.

“It doesn’t matter if you're getting forever.” he completed your thought as he wiped away the tear.  you both continued walking

Jimin

(can we talk about this gif i-)

You and jimin were taking a quick walk around the block to pick up something to eat

As you entered the restaurant he was recognized by a group of fans

This was a normal occurrence when he wasn't wearing sunglasses or a mask both of which he left at home

You were standing behind him and kindly asked for a table for two

You both ate your dinner in silence

Jimin had been so busy lately and was answering emails the entire time and with many failed attempts of getting his attention you gave up and ate in silence

You both left the restaurant and were walking back when you decided to skip your home and continue on

 He followed you not noticing you had missed your home being too concentrated on his phone

You put on a pair of headphones and the first song that came on was space cowboy by Kacey Musgraves(go stream that shit)

You looked at the trees in the nighttime sky and fell into thought as the only country song you had on your playlist played

Soon you felt a couple of tears welt in your eyes as his hand wrapped around your waist

“Hey honey, I’m sorry things have been crazy at work” he started talking looking ahead not having noticed yet

You took out your headphones and looked up at your boyfriend looking at his surroundings for the first time that night

You kept on walking looking down at the pavement letting yourself blend into the background hoping things would get better

Taehyung

It had been a bad week, no it had been a terrible week

The work environment was terrible and you had taken on overtime due to lack of staff meaning the two of you had seen each other even less than usual

You were walking yeontan with him now that the week was finally over

“So how was your week I feel like we haven’t talked at all,” he asked holding onto your hand and the leash on the other as you rested your head on his shoulder

“Not so great, works been overwhelming lately,” you responded

“Tell me about it, we have the comeback in the works again even though we just had one and so many shows” he sighed

“I hate this.” you sighed back

“Me too I wish sometimes that I could leave it all behind” he paused “but then I remember how blessed I am to have the opportunity I have.” he looked down at you

“It’s tough though, I mean it’s selfish but I-I don’t get to see you for months at a time and you never get a break. I don’t know, sometimes I wish that for you too” you were in a bad pessimistic mood

“I know but we can’t think like that,”  he replied in a calm tone

“Why? I’m so tired tae, so tired.” you started tearing up and then full-on crying

He immediately  wrapped you in his arms letting you cry it out in the middle of the street

Jungkook

You were walking around the stadium the group was going to be performing in the next day going from level to level exploring with him

You got to the top floor and sat down on the top chairs

You lean your head on his shoulder

“Damn babe I’m so proud of you, this place is huge.”

“I know it’s kinda scary” his eyes were sparkling in excitement

“I’m gonna be screaming the loudest out of all these people.” he laughed as you waved your hands around imitating the crowd

You started laughing too

“I’m not so sure about that (y/n) they can  be pretty loud” you raised an eyebrow

“Watch me” you stood up feeling a little scared because of how high you were

You breathed in closing your eyes preparing to yell as loud as you could.

“I LOVE JEON JUNGKOOK MORE THAN ANYONE!”  the words echoed through the empty stadium causing you to duck in embarrassment seeing all the staff look up to figure out who was screaming scared it was a sasaeng

Jungkook was wheezing and turning red from laughing causing you to laugh along with him

“I’ll do it better than you watch” he said through laughs

“No don’t kookie they’re gonna yell at us” you tugged on his jacket

He looked down at you with a devious smile

“I LOVE Y/N MORE THAN ANYONE IN THE WORLD!” the words echoed throughout the stadium louder than yours

You both started laughing again

“SHUT UPPPPP” you heard jin scream from one of the lower levels

This caused both of you to laugh ten times as hard

“I love you so much” tears were rolling down your eyes

“I think everyone knows now” he laughed  wiping them away

[kazuya-rin]

A Take on Canterbury Tales

Kinsey:

A young man standing at an average height. He is a master of literacy and punning comments. While he might be socially awkward at times he can merge into a group and conduct himself appropriately. He is cunning and deceiving, but bad at doing so. His physical strengths do not come from his power but from his ability to run. His blond hair makes it seem as if he is an ordinary person with nothing special about him. However, because of a recent loss of his best friend he has become enraged and seeks revenge for the death of his friend. Kinsey uses scare tactics and manipulation to get what he wants from the people around him. Because he is almost unnoticeable he can get in and out of places without being detected, most of the time. He is clumsy and weak but his mind is his ultimate strength.

Otiano:

A very tall, lanky young man that stands at a height of six-foot-two. His dark black dreads make him stick out from the people around him. He is not the smartest of individuals but he is physically fit. He can not run all that far before getting tired but he can pack a punch. He is quick to jump to conclusions and is thick skulled. He has lost his best friend through an immature accident that caused him to stab his best friend during a riot. Because of this he is in terror for killing his best friend and is in denial. He looks dead in his eyes and mopes around. However, he acts as if everything is perfect. He acts as if he is full of energy and is extremely friendly to everyone, and does not have a problem with joining cliques. He is clumsy and lets things slip out of his mouth all the time.

The Journey:

The world had broken out in the Third World War. The United States, Russia, Africa, and France were fighting against Britain, Japan, China, Italy, Canada, and Germany. Germany had released a disease into America and it had begun to spread. It developed faster in warmer climates and wiped out almost all of the southern part of America. Winter was ending so the few survivors headed north to Canada. However, because Canada was against the United States, getting over there was one of the hardest tasks. Riots across the world had broken out just a few months ago. Otiano had gone to one of them. There was killing, pillaging and even raping. Rin, Otiano's best friend, tried to stop him from going. Kinsey was in Russia discussing diplomatic matters. While Otiano was at the riot, with Rin pulling his back, joined in the fighting. Otiano pulled a knife and was about to kill someone, but Rin stepped in front of him and ended up taking the blow. After Rin’s death Otiano was devastated and terrified. One month later Kinsey came back and was severely shocked by the events told by Otiano and began investigating. Otiano did not tell him he had killed Rin, however, Kinsey had a suspicion that Otiano was responsible somehow. They then both traveled across America to the western part of Canada so they could make it to Alaska and then to Russia by boat. It has been a few months since they started traveling. Kinsey has gone mad with thoughts of revenge for Rin, while Otiano has fallen into a state of depression and fear. One night they have to split up to go look for supplies and plan to meet up the next day. Otiano takes a northern path and Kinsey takes a southern path. Kinsey meets up with a small group of survivors and stays the night with them. They make a campfire and the small group becomes interested in Kinsey. Soon they ask him if he knows any good stories. He then begins to tell them a tale.

AI:

There once was a young man and his wife, they lived a very pleasant life. However, devastation struck them when a truck spun out of control and into pedestrian traffic. His wife was hit by the truck and died one hour later in the hospital. The young man was a neuroscientist, and he was soon driven mad with sadness. He spent five years working on a project that would bring his wife back to life. He finally finished and created an AI with humanistic features and the power of emotion. He stated, “I have brought you back to this life, and we will live as we use to.” The AI, with no clue was to what he meant, said, “I have a small amount of memories of you, I can not say I understand what you mean by ‘bring back’ but I am glad to be back with the one I suspect I love.” With this they began their life together. The neuroscientist denied and denied every comment made about his wife's death and presented his created wife and everyone knew he was insane. He began to slowly merge away from society and slowly found himself spending ample amounts of time with his creation. He felt as if he was happy, so he ignored his friends and family and they soon left him to do whatever crazy things he wanted. His creation asked him one day why he had not yet gone back to his close ones, his response was, “As long as I have you, I don’t need anyone else.” Two years had passed and the AI had become very fond of the scientist. However, it seemed the scientist had started to doubt his mind, and was keeping more distance from the AI, almost as if reality had finally caught up to him. He began to question his ideals and his creation and had gone mad all over again. He would go on random rampages through the house and would sometimes never leave his lab for days. The AI walked in on him once and asked if anything was wrong and if she could help. He sat there looking into his lap and said “I’m sorry.” She walked up to him and kneeled down to look into his eyes. They were foggy and pale, he said, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She placed her hand on his knee, “What is it that you are sorry for?” she said. He then looked up with tears in his eyes and slowly said, “I’m sorry for creating something unlovable.” Over the last few months he had realized that what he created was not his wife and he never truly loved her. He stood up and she backed away. He said something under his breath and suddenly she couldn’t move. He said, “I programmed you with a voice activated shut down in case there were any failures in the genetic makeup of your functions, I didn’t want to use it like this.” He walked to his computer and began to type in codes and a holographic screen appeared in the middle of the room. “I’m going to store you away forever, where you won't be able to get out and slowly turn into a bad memory.” Suddenly her vision went black and she could only receive audio. She could hear a slight whisper before she was completely shut down. “Goodbye.” Everything was dark and she couldn’t hear anything but her thoughts. Something he didn’t plan for was for her emotions and personal thoughts to still be active while dormant. She stayed in darkness with only her thoughts and the one lingering question “Why?” Why did he do it, was she not good enough, or was it that she was finished with her purpose. Over the years, she had begun to develop feelings for him and those feelings turned into love. She quickly lost track of time, but she knew she was in her dormant state for what seemed like years. After years of slowly withering away and memory decay there was a sudden blinking red light. The light got brighter and bigger and suddenly she was in an unfamiliar room. She could tell that she was in a computer, looking through a monitors and camera. She scanned the entire room and noticed that everything was much more high tech. There was an electric wheelchair nearby, so she transferred herself to it. As she did she heard small clattering somewhere in the house. She rolled around and noticed that she was in an apartment several stories high. She rolled herself into a room that seemed to be a kitchen. There was a lone man sitting by himself, eating oatmeal and drinking a glass of water. She rolled over and he suddenly spoke, “Is that you?” He sounded like he was about eighty years old and spoke quietly and slowly. “I see you have gotten yourself out.” She rolled closer to him and he stood up. “Please come here, would you? I’m gonna need some help.” She got behind him and he sat down. “You must be May, my father talked about you for a long time. He seemed to be stuck on the idea of you.” She took him into the next room where there was a king sized bed and holographic walls. He spoke again, “He told me, after I came back from living with his grandparents for years, that if you were to ever wake up again that ‘You should give her reborn life any opportunity she wants and not some crazed man's desire. She deserves that at the least.’” Something lit up in her digital heart, she was filled with joy and fulfillment. She knows now that he had her on his mind the entire time, that what he wanted most for her, in his last moments, was for her to be what she wanted to be. “I would have woken you up earlier but my dad’s encryptions were too difficult to decipher. I came to the conclusion that all you needed was time and you would come out. Now, do as you please and live your life.” But she already knew what she wanted to do. She stayed with that old man for the rest of his life and then continued assisting her creator's family line for generations.

The Journey:

Otiano traveled a few miles and then stopped at an abandoned eighteen-wheeler. When he went inside he found a young boy, no older than ten, hiding in the corner with a thin blanket wrapped around him. Otiano walked up to him and the boy flinched, Otiano then backed away and took a seat a few feet back. Otiano asked him where his parents were, he didn’t tell him at first but after about a minute went by he said that they were dead. Otiano then tossed him his blanket and leaned up against a wall. Otiano looked up and proclaimed that he had lost someone close to him too. Otiano said that he would tell the young boy a story to make him feel better.

Team:

There once was a young boy at the age of fifteen. He was very athletic and smart but was not social at all. He didn’t have many friends, two to be exact, but he still enjoyed his time at school. He excelled in studies and decided he wanted to join a sports team. At first he played the game for fun and exercise but it soon became something he genuinely enjoyed doing. However, he wasn’t that good at the sport. Even though he was the most athletic person at the school he still couldn’t play the game right. He played that sport for years, all the way up to his senior year. By the time he was a senior he still didn’t have any friends on the team or even in school. Sun was this boy's name, and he still couldn’t play his game right. The last year he was on the team he was neglected and left out of most practices. The coach didn’t even try to help Sun improve anymore, he thought he was a lost cause. Now there was almost no way for him to get better at the game, the coach nor the teammates would help him get better. He thought there was no way he could continue playing. Every time he went to practice, the more he disliked going. He became an emotional mess, unable to cope with himself. His grades started to suffer. Sun had no friends and nothing to enjoy, he was depressed. He spent most of his days contemplating suicide or running away and withering away in the memories of the people around him. However, there was still something keeping him from leaving and giving up on life. Out of everyone in his school there was one girl that he had fallen for. Of course she wouldn’t even look at him, by the time he was a senior everyone knew him as the creep that didn’t talk to anyone. For whatever reason, though, the thought of her kept him going. He realized that if he wanted her to even notice him he would have to change his attitude toward the world. This quickly became his goal, to become a new person. Someone that wasn't afraid of the people around him and take in everything. He began with small talk with the students around him in class and then escalated to being more involved in his sport. He got moderately better, enough for his coach to take notice and help him out. Graduation came and Sun had almost become the person he wanted to be. He never got his crush to notice him, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to do that in just a year. He moved onto the University that he wanted to attend. There he studied neuroscience and computer science. He studied abroad in Japan, where he met his wife, May. Sadly his wife died, but because he went through suffering before, he was able to get through this devastating outcome. In turn he was an outstanding boy who turned into an outstanding man with effort and dedication.

The Journey:

The boy ponders why he told him such a story. Otiano then asks if he would like to join him on their journey. The boy happily accepts and they find a safe place to stay for the night. The next day Otiano and Kinsey meetup, along with the boy. “Who is the kid?” Kinsey asked. “I found him, he lost his parents and I asked if he wanted to join us.” Otiano said. Kinsey fought back, saying that they can’t handle another person. Otiano persuades him, and Kinsey allows him to join. “So, what's his name?” Kinsey asks. “He doesn’t have one,” Otiano said, “so why don’t we give him one.” “Like what?” Kinsey asked. “How about Sun.” “Ah, after Rin’s nickname he got when he went to Japan.” “Exactly.” The boy looked up at the two and gave a big smile. They then turn and continue on their journey.

[jodiwalker]

The Bachelorette Recap: Hometowns, Where Everyone’s a Loser

Oh man, The Bachelorette is really on one this season, huh? First the rise of feces-and-coded-language personified, Lee. And now the purposeless televised exploitation of human Cockapoo — if Cockapoos could be hot like when Robin Hood was an animated fox — Dean. What gives?!

Oh, I know what gives. They hired a black Bachelorette after 100 years of marshmallow fluff in the shape of Brad Womack (twice!) and now they think they can just be shitty about every single other thing. Let's be clear: nothing good was ever going to come of Dean bringing Rachel home to his estranged family. I think we all remember Des — well, no one remembers Des, who had zero hand tattoos, but we definitely remember Des' brother who had all the hand tattoos, and a limitless determination to ruin his sister's love life.

Dean's dad doesn't seem to want to ruin Dean's love life; in fact he attempts to make it clear in a number tones ranging from "formal compassion" to "barely suppressed rage" that he supports Dean dating Rachel if it makes them happy. But he also doesn’t seem particularly interested in affording his son any happiness that might have anything more directly to do with him. I don't love calling a man I don't know selfish — but being selfless is kind of the main qualifier for being a parent, and Dean's dad is definitely not that, so I'm just working in antonyms here.

Also, I'd probably break a champagne bottle over Aspen's highest mountain and fight anyone who made Dean's eyes sparkle with anything other than the prince-like wonder generally twinkling around in there, so yeah. What likely started as Dean's father trying to be generous to his estranged son quickly went south because the two haven't had a relationship since Dean's mother died, and everyone in Dean's current reality TV world told him this one night, surrounded by cameras and exactly zero licensed psychologists, would be a good time to address that. I can understand that Dean's father wouldn't have appreciated inviting all these strangers into his home and sharing his mungbeans with them, and then having his son remind him that he emotionally abandoned his kid when he needed him most…

But he did! Both the emotional abandonment and allowing these ABC monsters into his hime. The truly confounding part lies in exactly how The Bachelorette convinced any of these people that this was a reasonable thing to do, especially Rachel who seems dead set on meeting Dean's father even though Dean had just told that his dad was "not a person who has any bearing on my emotional experience."

Well look alive baby boy, because you're about to have one seriously emotional experience. But first! The boyfriends who weren't manipulated by TV love into a familial trauma…

Eric

Oh hello, Eric, nice to meet you, where the hell have you been? Seeing Eric in his hometown of Baltimore was like stumbling across some guy on Instagram that you were in a few college classes with and being like…Wait, was he always this hot and I just never noticed?? Shut up, is he coaching a little league team in that picture?! I wonder if he's seeing anyone. Does he live near me? Would he be open to starting our relationship long-distance? I'd always thought I'd want a summer wedding, but January could be really luxurious. Omg, I could wear a fur stole! One day I'll pass it down to our daughters. I'm so thankful I found a monogamous life mate in Eric; I feel God in this Lo-Fi filter today.

Those are the kinds of leaps I made during Eric's 20-minute segment. Whereas pretty much everybody else came out of their hometowns looking less appealing — excluding for Dean who I just wanted to wrap up in one of those emergency blankets they give out at marathons — Eric came out of his Hometown suddenly possessing a lovely and fun personality, with a family to match. Now if he can just ditch all those wispy scarves he likes to wear and keep smuggling his broad ass shoulders into laid back Canadian tuxedo, we could have ourselves a winner.

I mean…Eric won't win. But still, I want him to marry Rachel and get a spinoff about their families that would force Bachelor Nation to watch not just one, but many different black people on television from not just one, but many different backgrounds, with no Lees in the mix whatsoever. And that show would, of course, be called: Aunt Verna's Variety Show and Also Rachel and Eric Are Here.

I loved Eric's hometown. The turn from his openness about growing up in a family where many of the men were "successful in the streets" and the women had to be extra strong as a result, to Rachel being enveloped in a screaming cloud of hospitality and love when meeting said family was, frankly, heartwarming — a platitude I do not use lightly. I was full on Grinch'in it for most of Rachel's visit to Baltimore.

Yes, a lot of my love for this family had to do with his one aunt's head-to-toe daytime rhinestones, but also, with every conversation Eric had with one of his family members it became clearer that this is a family that has been through tough times with each other, but has put in the work to be able to understand the challenges one another have faced. All that mature familial growth just felt so hopeful. Put a pin in that thought…

Now, may we PTL for Aunt Verna who finally put in text what The Bachelorette has been just begging us to read in subtext all season: as spells it out, "R-A-C-E." That blonde pixie! That tunic! That moxie! I die! Aunt V is all, Soooo, Rach. Being the first black Bachelorette—that must have been a lot of pressure. And as though not one producer ever thought to ask Rachel what the implications were for her of being the show's first black Bachelorette (perhaps they were too busy screaming, We did it! We ended racism! Right here on ABC!) Rachel's tiny lil' floodgates open and she says, indeed, "It's a lot of pressure because you're judged by two different groups. I'm getting judged by black people and I'm getting judged by…everybody else."

This is a feeling that Rachel has alluded to exactly once before and she immediately cut herself off. Would Aunt Verna, perhaps, like to be paid one bajillion dollars to take over Chris Harrison's job? Suddenly, all of Rachel's comments about "in this position, I have to [be selfish] to get what I really want" carry a much heavier weight. Rachel says "I want love and love doesn't have a color, so my journey for love shouldn't be any different than the other 12 Bachelorettes in front of me." That's right Rach! You go and choose you a kinda smarmy guy with tall hair, stay engaged to him for two years, and then break up on the cover of People, just like your ancestral sisters!

But not really. I want Rachel's journey to be different; I want her to choose Eric — there I go, pressuring her — who's very empathetic when his mom tells him how she kept her distance from him growing up because she didn't want him to be just another boy who knew he could always fall back on his mama if he messed up. It feels harsh, but in the case of Eric, you can't say the theory didn't work. And you know, I've said parents should love their kids unconditionally — but maybe there are conditions you should apply to, oh I don't know, let's just say, MATERNAL LOVE…

Bryan

Bryan's particular brand of "I dunno, girl" is hard to pin down, but there has been one red flag that was particularly glaring: he told Rachel that his mom was the reason his last relationship ended. Now, sure, there are probably some women out there who might feel threatened by their boyfriend's relationship with their mother…but that usually doesn’t happen in a relationship where the man has a typical relationship with his mother. It happens when the mother breastfeeds the boy until he's 12, then moves on to baby-bird feeding Alicia Silverstone-style when he's a teenager, and when he's forced to feed the nest, she just creepily says she's in love with him all the time

That might be enough for even me, the most independent of lovers, to be like, Dude, I think you need scale it back with your mom a little bit, she FedEx'd us a bunch of chewed up food on dry ice yesterday.

When Bryan and Rachel arrive at his family's home in Miami, his mom basically gives Rachel the Heisman to get to her son. Later, she offers up this toast to welcome Rachel into their family's home: "For the most precious thing that I have in my life." Cheers to Rachel! Olga tells the camera, while openly weeping, "Bryan is my life. He's my love, he's my pride. We really have such a wonderful relationship, that for me, a woman that separates him from me would be terrible." Cool, sounds like a normal closeness between mother and son where the mom would rather the son be alone forever than to share any of the love in his love tank with another woman. Cool, cool, cool.

If Olga has other children, they go unnamed (and—this is just a guess—unloved). But there is a young mystery woman that looks like Bryan who tells Rachel that the ex-girlfriend "was threatened by the relationship he had with his mother" which the unnamed woman seems to think is proof the ex was crazy, and not an indicator that if a love interest is threatened by a mother/son relationship, there's probably good reason. [Ed. Note: Has everyone seen Bates Motel? It's terrific!]

Like, if your boyfriend's mom is constantly saying, "Bryan is my life, and I just want to advise you, to give you a warning: You are marrying the family too," that might be a good enough reason to feel threatened, quite literally, for your life, and not just for your relationship with this walking haircut (a bad one, according to Olga).

But Rachel, in her continued refusal to see that most things about Bryan are tinged with an unknowable filter of MOLLY, YOU IN DANGER GIRL, just laughs off his mom's literal threats and professes her adoration for Lil' BryGuy. To be fair, at the end of the visit, Olga tells the camera that she could see in Rachel's eyes she's a good person—the subtext is that a good person would never try to replace her as Bryan's number one, they would just be comfortable settling into a far distant number two. At least until, as Olga says, she dies and leaves that number one spot open: "I want the day we leave, I can be in peace because he can have someone to take care of him. He's the love of my life."

Bryan will be allowed to love someone else, quite literally, over Olga's dead body.

Peter

I've really like Peter this whole time, and for valid reason: he's super-hot. He's a personal trainer and former model, and he has a nice deep voice. People say the most important thing to them is a sense of humor, but when faced with a total babe who seems reasonably smart and into you, who among us would be longing for the killer knock-knock jokes of our youthful fantasies?

But boy, did Wisconsin bring out the dull in this guy. We don't get to meet Dean's friends (which I've heard was filmed as a segment because I listen to multiple Bachelorette podcasts, don't talk to me, I don’t want to hear it), but we get to meet Peter's friends who, coincidentally, seem like they've never met Peter before in their lives? No one smiles with their teeth for the entire encounter.

Peter laughs with his "pals" about how he told Rachel that he has a group of 10 close friends, eight of whom are black. Which is like, half-reassuring, and half makes you realize that Peter has a real Allison Williams vibe about him. I guess all two of his white friends and two of his black friends show up, and the two males are immediately sequestered four feet away from Rachel for "guy talk."

Peter's whole thing is that he only wants to propose marriage once in his life and he's not positive he should be doing that in three weeks after having spent a total of six hours alone with this woman. And I get it. But like…Rachel is a beautiful, self-aware, successful attorney…I'd probably Married At First Sight her ass if given the opportunity. His "friends," not making eye contact and maybe calling him Patrick at one point, tell him not to fuck it up. But when Rachel meets Peter's family — bearing two unidentified wrapped parcels — Peter's mom tells her he's ready for marriage emotionally, but at this moment, he might be more prepared for a "commitment" than forking over a diamond.

Peter's thoughts are totally logical — it's exactly how I would feel if put in this situation, but with less prominent cheekbones and no charming tooth-gap (just weakened enamel from years of drinking Diet Coke—is that hot). But I wouldn't put myself in this situation — Peter, with his gorgeous face and strong tooth enamel, did.

Peter seems to thank that he's playing his game: what can he handle, what is he ready for. But this ain't yo game boo-boo. For as self-aware as Rachel is, this isn't even her game. This is The Bachelorette. Peter is trying to play checkers in a game of Psychological Warfare Chess (patent pending). You've got to be eight steps ahead; when you're on your first date, you have to be thinking about your third date where you will, of course, be staring in to Neil Lane's icey blue eyes, deciding on princess-cut, emerald cut, or running away fast enough that Chris Harrison can't catch you.

In the end, Peter tells Rachel, "I'm just very happy right now." Rachel responds: "And I…am very happy too." A love story for the ages!

Dean

What's left to be said about Dean's Hometown date? Well, I guess, the details: The scene opens up on Dean, the Skipper of reanimated Ken dolls, set against the gorgeous landscape of Aspen, about to have one of the worst experiences of his life, which again, was completely avoidable. I've found Dean to be surprisingly mature throughout the season, including his explanation of his father's faith choices, which he explains pragmatically; for Dean, that means only impulsively smiling, like, ever twenty seconds instead of every five. Six years ago, his father converted to the practices of a Kundalini Yogi—as Dean explains, his faith is much like Sikhism, and as he further explained in a thoughtful Instagram post in advance of the episode, it's not what he was referring to when he called his father "eccentric."

You guys, I know I'm stanning for Dean too hard, like he’s just a cute 26-year-old with a complicated past. But I can't help it. I have to imagine my reaction to him is akin to if I was a 14-year-old and understood what a Shawn Mendes is. In a franchise where stereotypical masculinity is valued so highly that being "protective" is frequently manufactured from bungee jumping and cave diving excursions, it's really interesting to see Rachel take on the role of protector as she gently forces (okay, that part's not great) Dean to go inside his father's home amidst his admissions of being "legitimately terrified."

But everything is fine! This is the first time all of Dean's three siblings, his father Paramroop, and Paramroop's wife Santantar have all been together in eight years. Paramroop asks them to all lay down and face their heads toward his gong, and plays some soothing gong tunes which actually seem to…soothe everyone.

And okay, Dean wasn't actually forced into seeing his family, presumably this was his own decision. I will never understand why Rachel encouraged him to choose this already volatile time to confront his dad for apparently the first time every about his lack of sensitivity following his mother's death, but…he did it. And it did not go well!

Paramroop seems like he's really trying to put on a nice, albeit uncomfortable, dinner for everyone, but Dean feels like everyone is putting on a front that they're one big happy family. Well, yeah, that's what you do when there's a stranger in your home and you're trying to make them feel welcome. But Dean asks if he and his father can have a few moment son their own which means everyone else has to…go outside? Outside, Dean's sister tells Rachel what a strong person Dean is and how much she admires him. It's very sweet. Inside, Paramroop tells Dean he's glad he's doing something he loves to do, and when Dean asks for clarification, Paramroop says, "I guess…hanging out with a beautiful woman?" It's very painful.

Dean asks his father if he thinks he's "fulfilled things" as a father and Dean's dad says, "I must have been a pretty great dad because look at my son," and oooooh it possibly the worst attempted compliment of all time. Dean tries to explain his frustration of his dad not being there for him after his mother passed, but Paramroop is not willing to take on that emotional responsibility. Dean wants them to be able to talk about it now that they're both adults and he understands better what was happening, but they just go back and forth until Paramroop says, "Because of my teaching, we believe the other person is you. So whatever you think of me is what you think of yourself." Which…sucks.

Paramroop storms outside and when Rachel asks if she can speak with him he says, "If you must." It's a forced conversation but Paramroop tells Rachel she's welcome back anytime and she tells him what she has with his son is very special. Dean is distraught inside. He tells Rachel, "I know that I'm falling in love with you. I don't even know how to conceptualize this, that's why I'm so blown away." Rachel whispers back, "I'm falling in love with you too."

And then she breaks up with him!!!

Thank goodness. Not because I want Dean's little bird heart to break, or because it made a ton of sense for Rachel to tell him she was falling in love with him and then dash he bowtied heart days later. But because Rachel and Dean were never going to work. She is a mature queen among women, and he's just a baby with a lot of self-admitted growing up to do...

And where better to do that than in Bachelor in Paradise, where boys go to become men. Dean asks Rachel why she said she was falling in love with him and she tells him that she meant it. So that's…the opposite of closure and will probably haunt him while he tries to make out with Raven, etc. But sometimes you just have to cut the good ones loose so they can reconnect with their nuclear family and probably become Musica.ly stars or whatever.

See you next time for a combined recap of Approved Coitus Time with Chris B. Harrison™ and The Men Tell All©