#I am actually furious about this and I have been on the phone with different people from this company

[northwest-cryptid]

May I offer you a Bongy plushie in these trying times?

I would gladly accept a Bongy plushie in these trying times you have no idea, thank you.

[evilminji]

Actually? You know what would be darkly hilarious?

If, when the GIW can't get ghosts declared both malicious AND non-sapient/sentient? They push for "dumb animals" instead.

Which is accepted. Ghosts are animals. Checks out, says scientists everywhere.

HOW "dumb"?

What? Says the GIW, mid-victory high fives. They did not expect a follow up question. They SHOULD have, as this is the SCIENTIFIC community and that is literally their job, but here we are.

How. "Dumb"? The scientists repeate slower. What methodology did you use? What is your sample size? Are their different sub-species? Is this dimension like ours? Is Ghost the equivalent to Mammal? It says here their are humanoid ones.

What IQ are we talking about here and HOW DID YOU TEST??

A goldfish, parrot, and dolphin are all animals. WILDLY different levels of intelligence. You can't treat them the same. Technically speaking, WE are animals.

The GIW does not like where this conversation is going. Tries to shut it down.

.......well NOW the scientists are both offended AND invested. How DARE you try to push faulty science and hide the Truth from them! They're gonna do their OWN studies! *picks up the phone and dials that one embarrassing spiritualist friend they had in college* Hey! You still think you can summon ghosts? I'll pay you to try it for Science!

And like? As a Ghost? It's degrading as hell. But ALSO these fuckos just Whoopsie'd you into having both protections under the law, since animal abuse IS illegal, AND just put the ENTIRE planets scientific community on their asses.... by accident.

So you take a deeeeeeep breath you don't even need. Remember you're doing this for the little ghost babies and fluffy ghost animals. And show up at a research facility like "yes, hello, I am Ghost. Here for you to poke and prod at. Please ask me to name the object on the flash card or whatever IQ tests do these days."

Should you HAVE to prove your own fucking sentience? No. But? You do it. You're even polite about it. Ask for a copy of the study they plan to publish so you can BEAT some mother fuckers with it. The scientists nod in understanding and use the BIG font for your copy so it'll hurt more.

They've been there.

And just? Shitty people getting what they wanted only to have it blow up in their faces?? I see all these angst "but what if they were declared ANIMALS" prompts and I just?? Are we talking PARROT or goldfish!? One has the average intelligence of about a human 4yr old and the other is a FISH! People get RIGHTFULLY furious when you treat INTELLIGENT animals badly.

And would, in fact, adapt pretty easy to discovering one of said animal has become HUMAN lvl intelligent. It's easy to grasp the idea of human intelligence lvl dolphin or monkeys. Maybe there was some mutated strain, maybe in uetro tampering. Who knows. But if I tried to sell you a human intelligent housefly? Gold fish? Lizard?

You wouldn't believe me. There is some kind of trick at play.

So if GHOSTS are seen as animals? Everyone nods and then later? Someone comes in TV and very excitedly informs you "we found INTELLIGENT LIFE amongst the ghosts!" You'd believe it. Probably be really excited by your conversation starter for the day. Get a taco and move on with your life.

But? Having to willing sit for a barrage of testing? Is going to suuuuuuck so bad. Poor Danny. SATs all over again. For HOURS. At multiple facilities, just to be CERTAIN it's not a one off. All because he not certain he can insure good behavior from other ghosts and This Is IMPORTANT. He ALSO can't be certain it's even SAFE.

Might be a trap.

But if he has to do it again and again and again? Mexico to Bavaria to China to the Maldives? If this is what it takes for the scientific community to bitchslap the GIW into ORBIT before the UN? Hand him that pencil.

He has no where more important to be.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @mutable-manifestation @ailithnight @the-witchhunter

[inkskinned]

it's just that there's a few more steps you have to take that other people don't have to take, but they don't see the steps, so they think you should be able to hop from moment to moment, a chickadee.

it isn't getting out of bed. it is the weight, the hook in your chest, the anchor. you have to move the anchor first. you have to silence your alarm, but your phone is in your hand, which means now you have to put the phone down, which is too-hard. you get stuck in there for a while, the white screen, mindlessly scrolling. you don't even like this activity, have tried a few other options but - here you are, and time is passing.

you've googled iron deficiency causes depression and if i drink enough water does it help with mental illness and anxiety but no caffiene within the last two weeks, like how you googled am i gay quiz at 17.

it isn't just calling the doctor back, it's the anxiety, it's these little moths in your lung cavities, furious and fluttering. you need to figure out how to capture your fingers from between their nervous bodies. you are an adult, you can say the words yes hi, i'm calling because i need - but you need to practice first. maybe write it down because what if you misspeak, wouldn't that be embarrassing. write it down, but you need to find a pen first. well, actually, your desk is kind of messy. you should get a new pen. you should get a new organizational system. you should try journaling.

your grades in school were always strange. the way teachers would say things like it feels like you're not trying. you could touch stars in the stuff you cared about. well, sometimes. god be willing. homework average zero. oops! your english teacher's wrinkled brow: i know you know this stuff. what the fuck are you doing?

it isn't the showering, it's the mirror before the shower and the soft horrible pull of your naked physique. you have to avoid eye contact completely or else it'll be 93 minutes later and you'll have picked at your skin until every little pore is bleeding. you have to stand up but standing is tiring and also you should have remembered to buy more soap but you never remember anything. maybe get out of the shower and while it's still running and you're still dripping wet, use your phone to take a note. make a note to get your groceries. let the shower run while you stand half-in half-out and get lost in your phone for a moment. come back out when the water runs cold and now you have to sprint to get ready.

your grandmother's frown. you're just being lazy. protestant work ethics in a house that isn't even protestant. she says she just learned different but she means learned better, doesn't she.

it's not that you can't send the email, it's that your hands have been hurting lately and the desk really is messy and also why the fuck would you even care about this thing? doesn't everyone else feel like they're drowning? hi brendon thanks so much for sending! will review and get back to you shortly. but now you're on the internet, close the tab with tumblr on it. go on, close it. feel the little soft vapor of boredom come up and over your eyeteeth and make everything overwhelming and itchy.

literally all you have to do is put on shoes to go outside. you're literally already dressed, that's the hard part of this whole thing. literally just put the shoes on. just... do it! do it! this shit is easy!

it's literally that easy. just stop taking all those stupid invisible steps. stop following your strange made-up rules. times like this, even you're positive you're faking. you just don't want to bother with the cleaning and the cooking and the being-an-adult.

but then - shouldn't you be able to put these stupid shoes on? nobody's even looking. go on kid. life is out there! just take the leap!

get moving.

[beybaldes]

Karma is the guy on AFC Richmond, coming straight home to me!

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent × gn!famous!reader (loosely inspired by Taylor swift and Travis Kelce)

summary: “kisses with a height difference” requested by two anons <33

an: okay you can actually thank the queen of my heart @onceuponaoneshotfanfic for my sudden (although potentially one night only we’ll see if I get my uni essay done lol) return because she reposted a celebrity prompt list and it got my mind whirring oops love you tally thank you for breaking my writers (and reading) block <33

“Hot.”

One simple word had sent your 68 million instagram followers into an absolute frenzy, and half of them, you were pretty sure, didn’t even know who Roy Kent was.

“‘So nice of them to put this football player on the map?’ They do know I was famous long before you ever were, right?” You only laughed as Roy grew more frustrated, allowing him to scroll through your Twitter account while you made the both of you some breakfast.

“Hey, maybe they have a point?” You tried to stifle your laughter, knowing Roy’s eyes would be sending daggers into your back, though only for a moment so he could continue winding himself up over the things people were tweeting. “I mean Richmond tickets have now sold out for the rest of the season.”

Roy knew you were only joking. Well, kind of. The two of you had been together for just over a year now, recently celebrating your one year anniversary, but besides the odd article about each of you potentially seeing someone, no one knew you were together - let alone that you even knew each other. Keeley had been blowing up Roy’s phone since she saw the comment demanding to meet you, her favourite superstar, and you’d woken up to 37 missed calls from your dad, furious you hadn’t told him you were dating Chelsea legend Roy Kent.

Above everything, you’re still in disbelief Roy tried to hard launch your relationship in the comment section if your most recent instagram post on a random Tuesday evening.

“Hmm, and I’m sure your next tour is going to sell out 10 times faster now the world knows you’re with the great Roy Kent.” Roy had given up on reading tweets speculating about what his comment meant and if the two of you were together, instead choosing to press his bare chest agains your back, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you finished up breakfast. Fortunately you knew, Roy Kent or not, your next tour was going to sellout. Though you’d rather have Roy be by your side for it.

“Maybe if I’m lucky.” Putting down your fork, you turned in Roy’s hold to face him, standing on the very tips of your toes to press a lovingly slow kiss to his lips. Since dating Roy, you were certain early mornings were for breakfasts that take too long to cook and kisses that end too soon for your liking. Roy’s grip on you tightened and he dipped his head slightly, making the kiss as easy on you as possible. When you began to pull away, he only ducked his head further to press his lips back against yours. “Mmm, although I’d already consider myself very lucky.”

“That you are.” Roy murmured against your lips, immediately pressing them flush against yours when he’d said his piece. “And so am I.”

an: okay short and sweet but I’m hoping to get back in to writing and get up to date with my requests now that I’m settled at uni and with my new job. Missed you guys hope you all are well <33

[americas1suiteheart]

Hi! Hope you are doing well! So, Tangerine x Reader: any headcanons about Tan as a partner? Thanks!

I'm doing great in fact, thank you for the request! Headcannons are my favourite thing to write, hope this is fitted to your taste.

Dating Tangerine Would Include...

Tangerine x GN! Reader Headcannons

Warnings; Violence, smoking, violence, it's a bullet train fic, guys

Notes; I love writing for Tan so much you guys have no idea, I get to cuss as much as I want to in these fics

Oh man, he's such a softie for you, you have absolutely no idea.

He can go from being the same grumpy prick to other people and have one of the worst days but when he's around you he's calling you love and darling, clinging onto you practically and just showering you in kisses.

He's so clingy, as soon as either of you get home he's begging you to sit with him on the couch just so you could cuddle. And if your making dinner expect him to try to help but just end up holding you by your waist the whole time.

Lemon thinks it's the cutest thing how tangerine acts around you. He thinks its hilarious how quickly Tan switches up with you.

"-you're the one that doesn't fucking know how to go on about this job correctly! You're such a fucking idiot sometimes Lemon it's insu-" Tangerine yells at his brother before being interrupted by you.

"Whats going on? What are you two fighting about now?" You say in annoyance.

"Nothing darling, just please go back to the living room I'll be right there okay love," Tangerine tells you softly, pressing a kiss to your head before you leave.

"You're a right fuckin' sap for them, Tan," Lemon snickers at Tangerines change of attitude and tone.

"I'll put your fuckin' head through a wall, honest to god Lemon."

He just loves when your laying with eachother and you run your hands through his curls.

I'd like to think you help him take care of his hair actually. Like, he would know how to take care of it properly before, but he let's you put different product in his hair to make sure he doesn't miss any areas on his hair, (In reality he just wants to be touched by you in some way).

Being a part time nurse for him and Lemon definitely became a thing almost immediately after you two started dating. Constant cleaning of wounds and such, just constantly.

The days when he's on missions he's constantly texting you as much as he can, checking up on you to make sure you're doing well.

There are times where he's come home a couple days or even weeks later than he had originally anticipated without being able to contact you, and you'd be absolutely furious, (sometimes not knowing that he wasn't able to contact you at all).

"What the fuck happened, Tan! I thought you were dead. You hadn't even texted me or anything, you were supposed to be back 5 days ago! You had me absolutely worried sick!" You yell.

Tan had been gone for almost 2 weeks when the mission was only supposed to last a week. And on top of that he hadn't phoned or even tried to text you. If it weren't for Lemon telling you that they were fine 2 days before they showed up you would've assumed the worst had happened.

"I really am sorry my darling, the mission was just much harder than we'd expected and we got stuck there longer than nessasary." He explained quietly.

"But why hadn't you contacted me at all? If it weren't for lemon calling me I would've thought you two were gone for good!"

"My telephone got broken by some prick the 3rd day into the mission whilst we were fighting. And I didn't think to used lemon's phone because I was so frazzled the whole time. Really darling, I didn't mean to frighten or worry you."

"Alright.. Sorry I freaked out on you but I really was worried. I'm just glad you're okay now." You walk to Tangerine, pulling him into a hug.

" 's alright love, I'm glad you and I are good too. Let's go wash up and go to bed, I've got blood all over me and my fuckin' clothes and it don't feel too great," Tangerine says, picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom.

Loves taking baths with you, taking turns washing eachother off makes him feel all warm inside, that you trust eachother enough at that point in your relationship. He thinks it's so sweet though.

Sometimes when he goes outside to have a smoke he'll invite you out with him so you two can just talk. If you smoke he'll probably share one with you too.

Very protective.. Being he's an assassin and all, he'd most definitely go to extremes if someone had been bothering you. Some random person flirted with you? Dead. A someone you knew in high school used to bully you? Dead. Any person that has hurt you no matter how long ago will probably end up dead.

You two are so good for eachother though. Strangely the healthiest relationship you will ever have. Please don't break this poor boy's heart. He will be absolutely devastated and blame himself for it. Underneath all of that muscle and confidence he's very emotional and sensitive.

Will ask to marry you and even possibly start a family with you if you're up for it. (Adoption or old fashioned depending on your biological sex).

Loved writing this, and I was infact so excited that I finished this in just 2 hours🤭

[tinybeetiny]

Aren’t You Embarrassed Part 4: P.S

NonIdol!Toxic!Fratboy!SeonghwaxAfab!ReaderxNonIdol!Fratboy!Jongho love whatever you can call it triangle….

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Sorry this took so long, I've been feeling a little stuck these days. Ugh I have a plan for the next few parts… but I’m glad Jongho got his lick back because… as he should!

Cw: explicit language, toxic everything

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist

“Jongho wait! Please!” You called out, trying to chase the boy as he stomps out of the Library. Luckily the door was a pull not a push which slowed him down just enough for you to catch up “Jongho please.” You begged, grabbing his arm. Your heart clenches when he rips it out of your hold “No. What the actually fuck was that huh? You said you were over him, completely” his voice was loud and thankfully you both were out of the library or else you would’ve gotten the scolding of a lifetime “I am I swear. He caught me at a bad time and I wasn’t thinking straight please.” Jongho really didn’t know what to say. Yeah he expected it from Seonghwa but from you, absolutely not. He thought that you were 100000% over Seonghwa. He would watch as you two walked around campus hand and hand noticing the dark glare from the older man but you never even noticed, never batted an eye, too engrossed in the person you were with. Maybe that’s why Jongho felt immense anger with your words, his eye twitching slightly “Caught you at a bad time? What? Waiting for me?”

He really could not believe what he was hearing. If all you needed was a distraction he was fine with that in fact he was the one who offered. Things only started to change when you wanted more. The little dates, the hand holding, the late night phone calls, everything you initiated. So he was genuinely confused with the events that unfolded just a few minutes ago “No please I didn’t mean it like that” you were on the verge of tears and you can only imagine how you looked right now following Jongho like a sad puppy trying to get him to listen “Then how did you mean it because the way I’m taking it is while you were waiting for me to show up to our study date you let Seonghwa finger you in the nonfiction section AFTER you tell me you have all these big feelings for me so tell me (y/n) how did you mean it?” Jongho spun around to face you stopping you in your tracks. He was mad, no more like furious and a little embarrassed. He really didn’t talk to people or even date for that matter but there was something about you that was different, or so he thought.

You open your mouth to explain but no words come out and you’re stuck opening and closing your mouth like a fish. He lets out a humorless laugh, shaking his head “You know what. Just forget it. Forget all of this and just leave me the fuck alone” You feel your heart break when he turns and stomps off leaving you in the middle of the side walk with tears streaming down your face. Seonghwa stands at the front of the doors to library, a smug smile on his face as he watches the scene unfold in front of him. It’s only a matter of time before you unblock his number and crawl back into his bed. He feels no remorse, no sympathy just a little victory. He had you first and no matter how hard you try and convince yourself otherwise, he will always have some sort of hold over you. His smile only seemed to grow more when he watches Jongho storm off and more tears run down your cheeks.

You tried, you really did but no matter how many times you reached out Jongho would never answer. You tried to approach him on campus but as soon as you got close he would disappear. You couldn’t just show up to his place and risk running into Seonghwa again, that’s the last thing you wanted but you needed to talk to him, to make things right if he let you. You like Jongho, you genuinely do. He makes you feel great in AND out of the bedroom and you’d be damned if you were going to let some arrogant asshole ruin things. So that’s how you found yourself walking up to that stupid frat house, knocking on the door and praying Seonghwa was not the one who answered. Luckily San was the one to open the door who is very surprised at your presence “Oh! Hey (y/n). Um Seonghwa isn’t here right now” he said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck “Oh no, I’m not here to see him. I was wondering if Jongho was here?” Your hands clasp behind your back as you sway anxiously. His eyebrows raise and his eyes widen slightly “Jongho? Oh! He’s in his room. BUT HE HAS SOMEONE oh nevermind” as soon as you heard he was in his room you pushed past San and ran up the stairs too focused to hear what he was yelling about.

You were determined to talk things through with Jongho one way or another but when you opened his door all hope flew out of the window. There he lay very comfortably with some girl that was in your communications, whom you didn’t care enough to get to know, bouncing like a bunny in heat. He looked over when he heard the door open only to see your shocked expression “Are you going to stand there and watch like a weirdo or are you going to leave?” Your expression morphed into hurt as you spun to leave “Hey (y/n)” you paused when he called out to you feeling the tiniest bit of hope “Can you close the door when you leave? Thanks” you slam the door shut behind you and rush down the stairs needing to leave this scummy house. But can you really be that upset? Do you have the right? You knew Jongho was upset but you still hoped he’d be willing to talk at least.

San watched you practically float down the stairs and Mingi perked up from his spot on the couch. He knew, everyone knew. It wasn’t Jongho who told them, no no the boy was too private to tell them about his situationships. Oh no this was Seonghwa and his big cocky mouth. The boys knew you and Jongho were seeing each other but weren’t really surprised when Seonghwa bragged about the library incident figuring you were back under his spell again. So when Jongho brought the other girl over they didn’t bat an eye “Yo (y/n) what are you doing here? Hwa’s not here so are you trying to get with another frat member?” Mingi teased. You didn’t even process his words as you sprinted out of the front door just wanting to be in the comfort of your own dorm but it seems the universe wanted to punish you even more. Tears blurred your vision so you didn’t see figure approaching “Woah sweetheart what’s the rush” hands hold your arms trying to stabilize you. You blinked a few times to get rid of the tears out of your eyes and when your vision cleared Seonghwa’s dark eyes were staring back at you. You sniffle not having the energy to push him off “Aww poor baby.” He taunts before pulling you against his body, wrapping his arms around you “Why don’t you come back inside and I can help you feel better yeah?”

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s3 episode 15 thoughts

i’m comfy. i’m cozy. i’m sat. i had a nice relaxing day. i am prepped for this.

(author's note: juni was, in fact, NOT prepared for this episode)

so, reading the episode description here: ANOTHER sunken ww2 craft??? they deal with these A LOT. they need to get an archaeologist on the phone, because they seem to just attract these sorts of things. and you don’t really find them everyday. unless you’re special.

(actually, it turned out to be the same one as before- or at least related to the first one. but my point stands. they are dealing with more war wreckage than you would expect)

we see a boat. they’re speaking french!! why did they call it “deux zéro point huit” instead of “vingt”? okay guess i don’t know a lot of stuff… but i like that a lot better than how the french usually use numbers, because then you could say 1998 a LOT easier… une neuf neuf huit… how easy these things COULD be… alas!

they’re diving!!!! this fellow- gauthier- has a very funny looking scuba suit. it’s bright yellow and very stiff. mobility is probably not ideal. oh, it’s getting darker and darker as he goes deeeep into the water. 

they’re detecting radiation from where he's going in? seems worrisome. but it’s the pacific ocean, so who knows what is in there? plenty of nuclear waste, i'm sure.

everyone is very excited to hear that gauthier thinks he found “one from the squadron”. what this squadron is, we do not know. but then they hear a thumping noise and lose contact with the diver. 

someone is inside the ship??? someone with very black inky eyes?? damn... mermaids are real?? AND scary?

the diver gauthier comes back up to the surface and says he became disoriented. hmm. that gaze is suspicious… and HIS eyes go inky black too!!

what did y’all do to my boy gauthier...

(cheering loudly as gillian anderson’s name is on the screen during the intro)

fbi time. scully reading a case and walking. she is a pro at reading and not walking into things. a skill that comes with great practice.

skinner opens the door and asks to see her!!! he asks his secretary to leave. oooo, whatever he has to say, it's going to be juicy. 

he says a memo came across his desk last night. and it concerns her. AND HER SISTER!!! 5 months in and there have been no leads in her murder investigation. they want to make it inactive and she has a LOT to say with just her face and the words “i see”. she looks both furious and hurt.

but he’s going to appeal it!!! awww nice skinner. and go over the evidence again himself, just in case someone missed something.

NOOOO, i yell out in sadness, as scully stops herself before leaving, visibly upset. she goes on a monologue about how the fbi can seemingly solve any crime but not this one, and there are tears in her eyes and there are tears in MY eyes. but for some reason they can’t figure out this one, even though it took place in a well-lit building and the murderer left the weapon at the crime scene!!! skinner tries to say it’s not about interest, but she says it is, just not hers or his. NOOOO STOP... MY POOR GIRL.

(tbh i’m glad they are addressing melissa's death again, because they haven’t really talked about it since. and i know with the monster of the week episodes you don’t get a ton of time to process these things, but it was HER SISTER. there is no way she could just jump right back into work without some severe emotional trauma. i think in some ways the episode format can do that disservice to their characters, introduce a Very Important Plot Point and then not talk about it again for the in-world equivalent of 5 months during which they act as if everything is fine)

skinner looks really sad too :( noooo, skinner

she goes to mulder’s office and denies that anything is wrong (he can obviously tell that things are wrong) also he’s wearing a different color suit today which is interesting. 

today's mystery: he says a ship from france came into port in san diego yesterday, and he tracked its course. it was at the same place they had earlier found the thing she thinks is a russian sub, and he thinks a ufo!!

she looks really upset to hear this :( i think she just doesn’t wanna deal with ufo drama when her sister’s murder is unsolved. and can you blame her?

but anyway, the whole crew from that french expedition is being treated for radiation burns, so he can’t just ask them what is down there

she laughs and says that she is amazed by him (!!!) working down in the basement. she says they’re afraid of his relentlessness. he seems offended that she says they could drop him in the desert and he’d ask for a shovel if the truth was out there, but then he smiles and says that he wants her to come along on to san diego. and he looks like this :D and gives her a plane ticket.

it was very cute. if only they could harness his boundless energy into looking at melissa's case...

scully my darling, look at me. tell him that you are feeling sad because your sister’s murder is being ignored. use your words. LOOK AT ME. tell him how you feel. it’s a long flight. you have time. thank you. 

at san diego, the men from the ship are very much burned up. they can’t figure out how to treat them because the french government is hiding everything.

she goes into doctor mode. the doctor at the hospital seems shocked to hear that she is a doctor, but... get used to it? anyway, their symptoms are nearly as bad as the hiroshima victims.

and one man had no symptoms, but he discharged himself this morning. it was gauthier! the man in the yellow scuba suit with the inky eyes!

damn, his house is nice. if it’s his house. seems to be, since he’s on the picture on the wall. but he walks past the ringing phone like he has never seen a ringing phone before. 

the agents are rolling up to the ship, where a bunch of people are in hazmat suits, investigating, guarded by soldiers. spooky...

so the guy who is leading this investigation says they found absolutely nothing, and they can go on board. which i would be suspicious of. but mulder lacks self-preservation instincts which has been established and he will go into the boat of evil. 

investigating a boat! with a big flashlight! i still don’t like boats. too cramped. way too cramped. mulder finds the big yellow scuba suit. and some sort of inky substance on the helmet… while scary music plays. 

scully is looking at a map that says “zeus faber” and i have some ideas on what that means but they could be way off... like deus pater? the vedic god? same roots at zeus?

(insert shane and ryans's "i've connected the two dots" "you didn't connect shit" here because really i was onto nothing)

mulder is searching for the VCR to watch the dive video. oooo he finds it!

and scully takes one look at the mysterious object and announces that it is “a north american p-51 mustang” and i feel my heart skip a few beats. 

WELL SO DID MULDER’S??? because he announces to the class that he just got very turned on. BAD! BAD! SPRAYING YOU WITH WATER like a NAUGHTY CAT!! not in front of this random guy!! we say such things in PRIVATE and not to the besties!

(actually i'm so lying because that does sound like something i would say to a bestie... but NOT in front of some random guy. i have couth. i only flirt with the girls when no one else is around. and i was sensing no irony from him, which is slipped into my flirting with friends. we differ, mulder and i)

um. brushing past that.

she used to watch her dad and brothers build model ww2 planes as a kid :,) and that’s why she can recite these facts. it’s just a fighter, wouldn’t have been carrying anything interesting. cool fact time with scully is my favorite time of day!

back to our french king gauthier. he’s searching for something. a woman hugs him and he doesn’t say a word. just looks at her all weird. she’s scared and runs away. but he GRABS her and his eyes go black!!! then she steps out and HER eyes go black!!!! what is going on? and is this thing spreading and also why. 

scully goes to see a friend of her father’s, named johansen. there are kids in the road. children, please do not play in front of cars, it’s dangerous. scully does not need a vehicular manslaughter charge at the moment due to your prancing about.

scully’s looking at the kids and remembering her sister and tearing up which is very sad but. she drives on.

mulder at gauthier’s house. no one is answering. careful; you know he will just walk into your house. and he does! he finds the scattered papers allllll over. pretty music is playing. he finds a letter talking about salvage and pockets it. then hears a noise??

and finds an inky gauthier on the ground. who says he doesn’t know what happened. he's freaked out because he doesn’t remember anything beyond the boat, and also his wife is gone. and he won’t answer any questions about the letter from the “salvage broker” (idk what that means but it sounds sus as hell)

OH! scully is at the house of her dad’s friend johansen, and she tells him how she used to live there!!! he doesn’t remember her, but also he is very old so this is understandable. he doesn’t seem to recall anything from her list of clues, but he says that the number on the plane isn’t from a p-51. so what’s the truth.

she goes to leave, and he says to say hi to her father, but she has to tell him he passed away NOOOOOO :(((( but before she leaves she talks about the games she used to play out in the lawn. and asks him to say hi to his son for her. will there be a childhood friendship reunion...?

gauthier’s wife is looking for stuff. in the office of the salvage broker! so she must work with her husband on her shady business deals... she hides things before mulder comes in. 

BUT NO!!! she has a gun under her desk, and it’s aimed at him!! nothing happens though, she just takes his business card. and we learn her name is geraldine.

mulder is sitting outside the salvage broker’s office. lurking about. and all of a sudden a bunch of cars come rolling up!! talking loudly in french and running in!! he watches. geraldine leaves in a hurry, and he goes to tail her. 

WHAT IS SHE HIDING!

scully’s trying to leave, but the soldiers that guard the entrance tell her she is being detained!!! huh? on what charges?

her dad’s friend johansen gets in the car. he says that his son was killed in the gulf war. and that “we bury our dead alive... they talk to us, they haunt us, they beg us for meaning. conscience, it’s just the voices of the dead, trying to save us from our own damnation" <- woah, banger line, unexpectedly profound from this old man. but, noooo sad man who has endured so much loss... :( banger line but at what cost?

he knows something about that plane that sunk. because he was sent to find it! in a sub called the zeus faber!

geraldine is in the airport. where is she going. hong kong?

anyway, scully calls mulder and shares her findings: she says that plane they're on a quest to find had been carrying an atomic bomb, but it never reached its target. and it doesn’t make sense fully to him or her really- like, why would the guy who was closest to the bomb be the only one who doesn't have radiation burns? but mulder has to go to hong kong sooooo. um. okay. 

back in D.C., skinner is waiting at a restaurant whilst some angry looking men approach him. they’re asking about people “obeying his orders”

OH! they’re threatening him to make scully’s sister’s case inactive. because those above him have worked hard to reach that decision. covering up for the antics of cig man and the worsties, i see... nasty nasty nasty!

so scully’s talking to johansen again, who is saying that his squadron back in the day also had burns, and almost everyone had died except for him. they found the sunken squadron and then the burns started. but despite most people in the sub being in the process of dying, the captain wouldn’t leave the area to surface and get help!

the men started fighting, realizing they were going to die, and a gunshot made the japanese aware of their presence. so johansen went against the captain’s orders and took them to the surface. he locked the burned men in with the captain, knowing their fate.

but the captain had the inky eyes!!!! so i guess that is why he didn't want to surface...?

only 7 on that boat of 144 lived, and johansen struggles with the guilt from that. and no one ever explained what actually happened. damn, that's a heavy burden to bear.

hong kong time. eating some tasty looking food. geraldine is here. mulder sits next to her and point blank accuses her of selling government secrets. he's always been a bit bold.

he says he’s gonna arrest her, and she says um you can’t have guns here. so he handcuffs her TO HIMSELF. WILD MOVE! and leads them to an office in the back. for their salvage broker dealership!!!

KRYCEK IS HERE???? MY BELOATHED…

mulder tells him to shoot himself in the head like he shot his father. DAMN! please do not pull any punches with this freak

someone shoots geraldine, who gets shoved behind a door still handcuffed to mulder, and then krycek leaves out a window.

(i think i’ve been spelling his name wrong in the past but hear me out: he’s lucky i call him anything beyond “the rat bastard”)

mulder is still handcuffed to the now shot woman while a hit squad approaches. but he is simply too fast for these fools!!! he freed himself and jumped out the window. 

okay... what. i looked down to type that, and geraldine somehow came back. unharmed. flashed a bright white light. and left all of the evil frenchmen who were chasing mulder with burns. huh.

that escalated.

back to skinner. who wants his coffee. and a blue plate. which refers to a special, and not an actual color of plate. the more you know! the waitress takes his order.

but someone is harassing her about the payphone not working! he gets up to intervene. a gentleman.

AND THIS DUDE SHOOTS HIM???

HELLO????? RIGHT IN THE GUT????

scully back at her place. as soon as she walks in the phone rings. NO!! she learns skinner was shot and she’s on her way to the hospital.

back to hong kong. krycek is trying to get out through the airport. but mulder catches him at a payphone and starts beating the hell out of him. MULDER TAKES A GUN OUT and is about TO SHOOT HIM IN THE STOMACH and he says “this is for my father” but then krycek is like “i didn’t do it” bitch boy i SAW you there. in his shower. 

he claims that if mulder lets him go, he’ll give him a tape with government secrets that he had been selling. mulder says absolutely not, go get yourself cleaned up and bring me there youself, you have three minutes or i’ll come in and kill you. WHEW! he is not messing around. he has been sentenced to the bathroom to wipe his own blood off of his face.

but who rolls up…. but geraldine!!!! who walks into the men’s room. and chokes him. AND KRYCEK'S EYES GO ALL INKY!!!

TO BE CONTINUED??? WHAT!!!!

why does this keep happening!!! the cliffhangers of it all!!!

okay, i’m not REALLY complaining, because the multipart episodes are usually the best ones, and they address the overall plot. but you THINK you’re going in for a nice relaxing evening and bam, krycek comes back, and now he’s got an alien infection. and maybe he too can glow and leave people with burns, and is being led right back to the place where our beloved agents call home. the power of a nuke, stored in one evil rat guy! what could go wrong???!?!?!? /s

and skinner was shot in the stomach! by a guy that seems to have no connection to all of this. but i doubt it.

(screams for about 45 seconds straight)

okay. SO. we got a lot here. we got french people, possession, angry mulder, dead fathers, nuclear aliens, krycek back, geraldine the undying, the sale of government secrets, hong kong, and scully angst. 

now, i am naturally drawn to the scully angst. to the memories of her childhood, to her grappling with the loss of her sister, how something is holding them up from the investigation, and whatever it is that wants to keep her from knowing the truth is willing to kill skinner about it. and somehow krycek is connected, because we SAW him do the killing, but we never learned WHY he did that whole betrayal thing beyond it just seems like something he does.

and krycek. i guess i figured he would come back at some point, but man, i feel even more revulsion at his current state now that he has ditched his pretty boy aesthetic for something that is more akin to a guy who started smoking cigarettes and listening to vinyls to make women think he's suffering deeply in an artistic fashion, but really he's just shallow, has no thoughts of his own, and is speedrunning cancer.

what the hell was he doing in hong kong? how is he getting access to these government secrets if he went AWOL?

ugh. i hate him. love to see an angry mulder, though.

skinner... in the past, we have had our disagreements. and though i have called you a bitch before, you have proved yourself, and your care for the agents. this is NOT what i wanted to see happen to you, and i am worried for your future, and the effects another loss will have on scully. so please consider recovering quickly for the sake of everyone else. the FBI will fall to the ranks of such freaks as cig man and his greasy pet rat-snake hybrid krycek if you don't stand guard.

man. i have a lot of thoughts. unfortunately though, i just went back and checked all my notes for typos that i'm sure i failed to catch entirely, and now i'm stuck on mulder's announcement that he was turned on again. we really do have to ask ourselves: why is he that way? i shudder at the thought. spraying him with more water.

would you say that to your male colleagues, mulder? please let me know. because i actually kind of think you would. which doesn't really make you understand the whole concept of gender-based workplace harassment that thought exercise usually provokes.

there is a TIME and a PLACE for hitting on the homies. do that shit off the clock. freak!!!

anyway. let scully have peace. let her not worry about more early deaths related to conspiracies. let her do more dog bathing and ice cream eating and internet research on various animal species. and let her tell us about planes <3 i hope everything gets solved and everyone is happy and mulder and scully and skinner eat ice cream sundaes together in the next episode <3

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 16

welcome the the sixteenth fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. home depot catalogue by @moonguilt

“No, really, he’d love to,” Lance said into the phone, just as Keith pressed the button for the kettle to start heating up.

Those words were enough to raise Keith’s suspicions just a tad. He shot Lance an inquisitive glance while opening the cabinet to retrieve his box of morning tea, but his husband was the picture of innocence, flipping casually through a Home Depot catalog they had received in the mail yesterday.

“Oh, definitely. If you need someone to paint your insides white, Keith’s your man.”

Keith dropped his box on the counter, tea bags spilling out onto the granite.

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Keith is having a normal, relaxing morning. Lance throws him a curveball.

this one made me LAUGH. out LOUD. it’s domestic and fluffy and FUNNY dear god, like it’s such a lance thing to do and such an objectively funny prank that i just!! literally just typing this makes the urge to reread it too great my hand has been forced.

2. kindling by @moonguilt

Lance struggles with his attraction to Keith during training, and it all comes to a head when Keith corners him afterwards to ask why he was off his game today.

Prompt from tumblr: Angry Kiss.

one of my fave vld tropes EVER is lance being whipped and then equally as furious that he’s attracted to keith at all. it’s endlessly funny to me. and then keith being the eyebrows raised, not surprised one??? gets me every time. also keith is a massive sweetheart in this fic and i love him

3. chocolate granola bars by @moonguilt

“A pillow fort sleepover!” Lance cried out, leaping up with such alacrity that Pidge had to grab her laptop to prevent it from sliding to the floor.

“No way, we're not—” Pidge stopped and blinked, exchanging a glance with Hunk, then looking back at Lance again. “... Oh.” She evidently had not been expecting such a tame suggestion. “Okay.”

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Or, Lance is bored out of his mind and decides to organize a sleepover with the squad. Nonsense ensues, and Lance works through some confusing emotions—particularly those involving a certain mullet-haired team leader.

okay there are too many good things about this fic i cannot choose which to highlight, and so i will mention them all. ahem: a) lance is a ray of sunshine who regularly uses his power of cuteness to his advantage, b) adorable team bonding, c) shiro is a dorky nerd, d) HEALTHY LANCE AND ALLURA COMMUNICATION, e) krolia and romelle have actual characters, f) lance has allergies which isn’t rly important but he gives me a vibe that he’s allergic to several things and it’s very validating to see it in fic, g) lance validation and feeling expression for the piece of shit game show episode, h) observant lance!! and i) literally the most painful and necessary and well-written klance fight i’ve read in a while! hurt badly but was resolved wonderfully 10/10

4. Terminal Velocity by @speakswords [GORE WARNING]

The only fate worse than being tortured to death is watching, helpless, while the person you love most takes your place.

this is one of my fave vld fics of all time. although fair warning it is very violent for a good chunk of time. the story is EXCELLENT, the entire thing will have u biting ur nails in terrified anticipation and i mean that literally. whole time i was gagged. at the edge of my seat. AND i have several specific lines screenshotted bc the pure fucking devotion and care knocked me out of the water

5. you and me are cosmic dust by Yuu_chi

Knowing that your team loves and trust you no matter what and believing it are two very different things.

i LOVE keith angst. i know this fandom is very langst heavy and honestly i am too but sometimes keith angst is so so good. and this fic is one of them!! excellent read and features observant lance as well. OH and there’s a little sprinkling of suave keith in here too lol

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!    

[jbuffyangel]

One: Arrow 2x02 Review (Identity)

I often think if I was online in Season 2, and joined the fandom earlier, then my viewing experience would have been completely different. I would've been more confident Oliver and Felicity were going to happen.  But I was not, so I spent the majority of the season flip flopping between confidence and feeling like I was hallucinating the whole thing.

But “Identity” is one of those episodes an Olicity shipper can point to and say, “Yes!!! I AM RIGHT!!! There is something going on with these two.” Oliver and Felicity are nowhere near ready defining what that “something” is, and neither was I, but this episode is a core building block of their relationship and the new direction the writers were taking the show.

And it’s so much damn fun.

Let’s dig in…

Olicity

Oliver is having a rough week. His mother is in prison for “helping” to destroy the Glades which killed many and injured more. It is not a fun time to have the last name Queen. Oliver is trying in earnest to make a difference in the city not only as The Arrow (I’m just calling him that. I don’t care if they’ve done it officially order not), but also as Oliver Queen.

Blood (what a horrifically bad last name), the new Alderman, is not letting the Queens get off that easily and is raking Oliver over the coals in the press. People hate him because Oliver is the poster boy for everything wrong in the city. Since he operates under a secret identity, Oliver can’t really say “Lighten up. I am literally saving your asses on a nightly basis.”

Is this treatment unfair? Yes. We know Oliver did everything he could stop the Undertaking. Is this treatment fair because Oliver’s family were accomplices in the Undertaking? Yes. Sins of the father (and mother).

The good news is Oliver is trying to make a difference not just as The Arrow but as Oliver Queen. Oliver assures Blood he’s his own man and commits to hosting a benefit so all the elites in Starling City can see how the other half live and actually do something about it. Blood balks at Oliver writing a check, but agrees to the benefit – which is just a bunch of rich people writing more checks, so I didn’t really follow him round that logic bend, but whatever. Blood agrees to the benefit because he believes Oliver Queen can be the face of the new rich regime in Starling City – the kind that gives a crap about other people.

Oliver is also embracing his new role as CEO at Queen Consolidated, which means he needs a secretary to schedule the meetings and make all the coffee.

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

The whole scene has a snap, crackle and pop that quite frankly Season 1 was severely lacking. I’m all for dark and twisty, but can we inject a little levity once and awhile?

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

Felicity is rightfully furious with Oliver for promoting (or demoting) her into a job she absolutely does not want. His reasoning is Felicity needs a secret identity to cover up why they are talking all the time. This pretty much boils down to Oliver not wanting to take an elevator down eighteen floors several times a day. I have lived with a heterosexual man for twenty years and he avoids stairs like the plague, so nothing has ever been more accurate on this show.  

Let’s break this down a little further, shall we? You have a phone, Oliver. You could just call Felicity. Not every conversation has to be in person. Also, to answer the question of why he’s talking to Felicity Smoak all the time, I feel certain people would just assume they are hooking up. I mean… he is Oliver Queen.

But nope, Felicity must be within fifteen feet of him ALL DAY LONG. For business reasons and business reasons only. Absolutely has nothing to do with Felicity’s sexy little dresses. NOPE! Nothing to see here folks.

The blasé way Oliver refuses her resignation only infuriates Felicity more. He offers her a new fancy computer to entice her, but then asks her to make dinner reservations with it. Something Oliver could Google.

I’m not coming down on secretaries and neither is Felicity. I was a secretary or administrative assistant as they like to call it nowadays for many years. You have to be smart, organized, great communication skills… yada yada yada. But asking Felicity Smoak, TECH GENIUS, to be a secretary is tantamount to asking me to be a Tech genius. That math ain’t mathing.

Oliver argues they all have jobs they don’t want. He’s CEO, Felicity is a secretary and Diggle -

Diggle: It could be worse. My secret identity is his black driver.

HA!! The accuracy. Just a healthy reminder of racial inequalities. Oliver’s withering stare only makes it better.

Let’s examine Felicity’s decision a little closer. She could just quit or absolutely refuse and return to her desk in the IT department. Oliver isn’t really going to fire her. Instead, Felicity acquiesces and makes the damn dinner reservation. Oliver is not the only one who prefers closer proximity.

But she is never EVER bringing Oliver Queen coffee.

From a practical standpoint, it would be weird for Oliver to hang out in the IT department and talk shop. A private office where they can CEO & secretary by day to cover up their crime fighting activities does make a lot of sense.  He doesn’t have to explain why Felicity is by his side all the time.

The whole scene has “I want to rip your clothes off” energy, which is just fabulous. But most importantly, this job change moves Felicity into every facet of Oliver’s life – both day and night. The writers don’t need to search for reasons for these two to be in a scene together. There’s only so many bullet ridden computers Felicity can fix. Ultimately, this means more scenes with Stephen Amell for Emily Bett Rickards. She might not be number two on the call sheet, but Emily is clocking more time with Arrow’s lead. That’s all I’m saying.

This is not the end of the Olicity fighting!!!

Oliver has a run in with the cops and Laurel, while he’s trying to stop China White and Bronze Tiger from stealing the FEMA medicine trucks intended for the Glades’ hospital. Oliver is shot in the leg, which just adds to his annoyance that his efforts to save this damn city were thwarted by his ex-girlfriend and Walmart Wolverine.

Diggle: Why because this time it’s Laurel leading the charge?

Diggle makes an unsarcastically snarky remark about Laurel, which sets Oliver off, and he yells at John.

Source: Paige

AND FELICITY YELLS RIGHT BACK.

She refuses to let Oliver take his frustrations out on Diggle, particularly when he’s being an insensitive jackass.

Felicity: You don’t get to jump down his throat just because you happen to be having a lousy week. Ok? You’re pissed he invoked the almighty Laurel. You’re not the only one whose love life is taking it on the chin.

Oliver has been incessantly brining up Carly all episode and Felicity is furious he hasn’t noticed how upset Diggle looks whenever he does. They broke up and Oliver is too self-involved to notice.

There are so many things I love about this moment. Felicity grabs Oliver’s arm to force him to listen and there’s a glorious look of shock on Oliver’s face when she does because nobody, and I do mean nobody, ever talks to him like this. Not even John. But Oliver doesn’t move Felicity’s hand away.

Felicity also makes a snarky comment about Laurel. That “almighty Laurel” not very subtle. Perhaps, we are seeing a little jealousy seep through? It’s true Oliver twists himself into a pretzel for Laurel Lance, often to the detriment of the mission. I’m sure Felicity and Diggle are tired of the off again and on-again rollercoaster of Lauriver – much like the audience. Oliver’s hyperfocus on his weekly soap opera with Laurel must be aggravating at this point – particularly when he’s oblivious to his best friend’s pain.

Finally, I love the way Oliver calls after Felicity, the gentle way he drags out her name syllable by syllable, as she storms off. Between Oliver’s attitude this week and the new job – Felicity needs a break. She holds Oliver accountable and takes the space she needs.

Oliver’s no good, very bad day continues when he’s forced to choose between the benefit with Blood and saving the next FEMA shipment to the hospital. Of course, Oliver chooses the hood and with Diggle & Felicity’s help is able stop China White and Bronze Tiger.

China White: You’ll never be anything but a criminal to them, which means you’ll never be a hero.

Oliver: As long as the city is safe, it doesn’t matter.

Oliver Queen is doing all of this for the right reasons. His heart is in the right place even if his execution isn’t always perfect. As predicated, Blood chews him up in the press for missing the benefit. More proof that Oliver is a selfish elitist no different than his parents. It stings, particularly since Oliver valiantly tried to straddle the line between his two personas. He sullied the Queen family name more by missing the hospital benefit because he was too busy saving the hospital as The Arrow. But nobody will acknowledge the good The Arrow does because he’s a criminal.

Source: @crisistemporal

Oliver doesn’t complain. He just sits at his desk, alone and brooding, taking punch after punch as he watches the news coverage about who he truly is as a person. And it’s all lies.

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

But then we hear a “click, click, click” of Felicity’s heels. There are no further discussions. No more arguments. No apologies. She simply sets down a cup of coffee and firmly whispers to Oliver -

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

It’s just one cup of coffee, but it says so much. Oliver may drive Felicity crazy with his stubbornness, and he can be an insensitive jackass sometimes, but his heart is in the right place. Felicity knows everything Oliver does for the city. She knows who he truly is, and Felicity knows Oliver doesn’t deserve what’s being said about him. This cup of coffee is more than a peace offering. It’s empathy.

Oliver’s surprise shifts into a soft smile because he knows with that single word from Felicity, he is forgiven for all the ways he’s failed this week. On the surface, it’s a small gesture. A kindness. But on a deeper level, it’s Felicity believing in Oliver. The world may be against him, but he always has one person in his corner – even when he infuriates her. Its why Felicity took the secretary job. She believes in Oliver.

Source: @yet-i-remain-quiet

The smile fades a little as Oliver gazes after Felicity as she walks out. He watches her for longer than necessary, a look of tenderness and, perhaps, concern. One cup of coffee shouldn’t mean so much. But it does. It means everything. Oliver is clearly not oblivious to his feelings for Felicity, but he is far from admitting them. Falling in love with the unattainable is cause for great concern.

Oliver and Diggle

Felicity was more upset about Oliver’s insensitivity than John was, but they are dudes, so it’s not totally surprising. Also, Diggle is just used to Oliver being somewhat self-absorbed in his own pain. For the most part, it doesn’t bother him, but Oliver constantly bringing up Carly was salt in an open wound.

What’s sweet about the whole thing is Oliver was really trying to be a good friend. He was trying to think about John and be supportive of his relationship. His inability to read Diggle’s reaction means Oliver is still very much in the training wheels portion of his emotionally-sensitive-man development.

Does anyone care that Diggle and Carly broke up? I don’t. I’m thrilled. They had the heat of cardboard and I really need Arrow to focus on chemistry in ALL their ships, please and thank you. Plus, the whole dating your sibling’s significant other thing is weird. Please be done with that kind of storyline.

Diggle: I guess I couldn’t hate him and love her at the same time. You are not the only one reconciling two sides of himself.

It’s not just being Oliver Queen’s right hand man that’s interfering with John’s love life. His obsession with killing Deadshot overshadowed whatever it was he felt for Carly. If you care more about killing someone than loving someone that really sums up the relationship. It’s time to be done.

Diggle’s snarky comment about Laurel was said in part to get a rise out of Oliver. Behold his success. It was a completely passive aggressive remark. Oliver is not the only one who can pour salt into an open wound.

I also believe Diggle is not quite over the whole “You always choose Laurel” fight of Season 1. Both Diggle and Felicity’s comments about Laurel in this episode have less to do with her and more to do with Oliver’s reactions to Laurel. Oliver is upset Laurel isn’t panting every time The Arrow shows up and neither Felicity or Diggle have the patience for this toxic train wreck anymore.

Diggle reassures Oliver that he’s not the only person struggling with duality and John doesn’t always get it right either. The breakup is not Oliver’s fault. Being too wrapped up in his own suffering to see Diggle’s is his fault, however and OLIVER APOLOGIZES. The power of Felicity Smoak is real.

Diggle: We’re dangerous close to hug territory.

The boys aren’t ready to hug yet but give it time my friends. Give it time.

Oliver and Roy

This episode has one of my favorite Oliver and Roy scenes. After getting arrested AGAIN, Oliver tries to talk some sense into Roy, but this time he uses a different tactic – personal experience.

It’s rare Oliver gets to emote like this, and Stephen Amell chewed up this scene. Oliver rarely speaks about his feelings and his explanations for wearing the hood often involve other people. Yes, it’s to honor his father. It’s to save the city. It’s to honor Tommy. But what is the emotion fueling Oliver Queen?

Anger. Still waters run deep my friends. Under that calm, seemingly emotionless, demeanor is a man filled with rage. Oliver Queen was born to privilege and his experiences on Lian Yu woke him up to the unfairness of life. He sees the injustices the weak, poor and vulnerable suffer every day. What makes Oliver Queen a hero is he is DOING something about it. He will be the justice in an unjust world. Oliver is not just saving a city. He’s saving himself. The split persona, man and hood, is the only way Oliver is keeping himself a whole person. The hood is an outlet for rage, but it holds Oliver Queen together. Otherwise, he’d lose himself to the darkness.

This is why he confronts Roy. Oliver recognizes himself in Roy Harper and wants to give him direction. A way to channel that anger that’s not going to get him killed. So, The Arrow gives Roy a job – he’s going to be his eyes and ears in The Glades. No more fighting. Just intel.

Unfortunately, Roy chooses to lie to Thea about his deal with The Arrow. So, another break up is probably coming up soon.

Lian Yu

Oliver is reeling from shock after killing someone for the first time. Slade is rightfully concerned.

Slade: I’ve seen men in war with that look in their eyes. The one that says he’s split into someone else. Someone he doesn’t even recognize. If someone doesn’t talk to him, it’ll tear him up.

Oliver is rightfully concerned about his actions. He is questioning the morality behind it. Shado assures him that he was saving her life, but Oliver is not so sure. Was it completely necessary to kill that man? No, it wasn’t and deep-down Oliver knows that. What came out of him was unbridled rage and that has him scared.

Shado takes it upon herself to lead Oliver to the river where she washes off the blood. It feels like a baptism – the split between selves is being anointed and blessed. She argues that an island cannot make Oliver into something he is not.

Shado: Everyone has a demon inside of them… opposing forces inside all of us. The darkness the light. The killer and the hero.              

Oliver may feel he is two people now, but the duality was always there – he’s just more aware of it. Every person has the power for good and evil. Our life is the culmination of choices. The cosmic balance sheet is for God alone to judge.

Oliver is right to be concerned, but the fact that he is concerned, is further proof that he is still a good man. Evil people rarely reflect on right or wrong because they don’t care.

Speaking of duality, how uber creepy was Slade this episode? It completely wigged me out the way he watched Oliver and Shado by the river post coital. Sure, everyone mostly had their clothes on, but it has STALKER written all of over it.

Also, Slade advising Oliver women are a distraction who will get him killed did not feel ultraistic in nature. Slade is clearly in love with Shado and Oliver is completely oblivious to it. There is a darkness lurking underneath Slade and Oliver’s friendship, one that is glaringly obvious when compared to the present-day scenes with John Diggle.

Laurel Lance

Ugh. Laurel. She finally explains why she hates the Vigilante so much. She blames him for Tommy’s death.

Laurel: You didn’t save him. You were too busy fighting a meaningless duel with Malcolm Merlyn. And when people, people you told me you would protect, needed your help you weren’t there. I don’t think you wear that hood because you’re a hero. I think you wear it to hide that you’re a coward.

Yes, Oliver was fighting Malcolm Merlyn on a rooftop while Tommy was saving Laurel’s ass at CNRI, but the duel was hardly meaningless. He was fighting Merlyn for the remote control to the earthquake machine.  

You know what? The details don't even matter. I don’t need to defend Oliver against something this stupid.

The only reason Tommy was in the Glades was to save Laurel. If Laurel just listened to Oliver, then Tommy would be alive today. Laurel is projecting all her guilt onto the Hood because it’s too emotionally devasting to be the reason the love of her life is dead. That part of it I understand and sympathize.  

My main source of frustration is with Oliver because he just CANNOT let it go with this woman. He has a pathological need for her approval. Oliver doesn’t want Laurel to know he’s the Hood, but he absolutely wants her validation. Oliver used the Hood all last season as a mechanism to build a relationship with Laurel that he couldn’t have as Oliver Queen. 

Now that Laurel is good with Oliver again, he’s obsessed with making her buddies with the Hood. She is only going to like one half of you at a time Oliver. It's fine. Who cares?

The Hood even tells Laurel he would have gladly given his life for Tommy. WHY DIDN’T THIS RAISE AN ALARM WITH LAUREL?

I don’t recall Tommy and the Hood being too chummy. In fact, Tommy was adamant Laurel have nothing to do with that guy because he was dangerous. So, the Hood arguing he also lost a friend and would have given his life for Tommy should set off some bells in Ms. Assistant District Attorney. The longer Laurel goes without figuring out who Oliver Queen is the stupider she looks.

She does get something right. Laurel knows telling the Hood to stay away will only make him come around again and Oliver plays right into her hands. Only this time Laurel has the whole precinct waiting for the Hood. We’re supposed to be worried but there will be a trick arrow to get him out of this jam.

Stray Thoughts

How much do you love that Felicity is using a counting method to control her Freudian slips?

I hate China White. I know we’re supposed to love her because COMICS, but every episode with her in it is so stupid from a bad guy perspective.

“I had a secret entrance installed when I ran the club.” Ok, but did Oliver install it himself? Did he pay off the contractor? I have questions.

“He has this way of seducing you. Making you feel like he’s some guardian angel. But he’s not. He causes chaos and death.” Well that went dark rather quickly.

WHY IS LAUREL THERE? (My notes, which we can apply to pretty much any scene with this character). Why was Laurel with the cops out in the field trying to arrest the Hood? That doesn’t feel like a normal Assistant DA duties.

“It seems someone has broken our coffee maker. Violently.” Oliver loves Felicity's sass. Look at that smile. He’s such a fool for this woman.

“It really weirds me out to no end that you refer to yourself in the third person like that.” Diggle had some golden one-liners this episode.

“Crucifixion has such a bad reputation. The Romans used it to punish people who acted against the public good.” A clear sign someone is a total whack job is when they argue the benefits of Crucifixion. IS THIS GUY FOR REAL????!!! See, what we’re not going to do is wax poetically about the way the Romans tortured people.

Diggle wore a mask, but then he took it off in front of China White, which was spectacularly stupid unless she already knows Oliver is the Vigilante. I don't remember if she does.

See? We don’t need to kill. We have trick arrows!

Oliver finds the hozen in cave with the skulls of Japanese soldiers from WWII. That’s super gross. The gift shop story was better.

“You can take a beating. There’s a difference.” But he’s the Parkour Prince!

Ok, enough with the RED arrows. We get it.

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[francesminos-tt]

First of all happy new year

Second of all

I need more of the Kardashians AU 😭😭

Pls let them be like early season ones (they were so unhiged)

The cameras manages to catch a fight between Alicent,Rhaenyra, Joffrey and Daeron and everyone is like 🫢🫢.

There is a fight between Alicent, Rhaenyra, Joffrey and Daeron, but fortunately there are no cameras in the cellar. Or are there?

Rhaenyra and Alicent did not call an emergency meeting this time. They both agreed to handle the issue gently, minimizing the bad PR as best as they could. Rhaenyra had already threatened to sue the Reality Show team for editing the material in such a way that put Joffrey in the bad light. However, no matter how firmly she stood by her son, the damage had already done, and now the most important thing was to keep the damage in control.

When Joffrey was called to the cellar, he had actually worried about his life for a moment. He knew his mother loved him, but what if this was a trap by someone (namely Lady Alicent, but Joffrey dared not to make any assumptions) to eliminate him once and for all? He had been the shame of the family for the past week. No, not only the family, but the entire realm. He unplugged his phone three days ago, for he couldn't face the accusations online anymore.

How can he cheat on his husband? And with Daeron’s own uncle! That’s a whole new level of incest, even for Targaryen standards.

I wonder how long has this been going on?

Guys, I did some digging, and guest what? I found Gwayne Hightower’s discharge file. He was a major in the royal navy, honorably discharged a year ago. Files attached.

Wow, he looks hot in navy uniform. I wouldn’t mind shagging him, to be honest.

I still feel bad for Daeron. He seems so in love with Joffrey. 😭

Another example of how fake these celebrities are.

No one seemed to believe Joffrey was innocent, even those rare comments that were in his favor contained only weak excuses and unnecessary apologies. Joffrey didn't care too much about the public’s opinion, but he was furious that people called him a cheater, while the truth was the other way around. Why couldn’t he even have a normal friendship while Daeron could have multiple mistresses?

Joffrey hadn’t talked to Daeron since the episode aired. To be fair, Daeron hadn't made any attempt to talk to him, either. They stayed in different rooms and avoided each other like the plague. Fortunately, the shooting had paused to make way for the holiday special, which would happen in Summerhall, a resort mansion of the family, so no further proof of Joffrey and Daeron’s strained relationship was captured by camera.

Joffrey stopped at the cellar door, took a sharp inhale, and knocked three times.

“Come in, dear.” The door was opened by Rhaenyra herself, as the current CEO of Targaryen Group pulled her son into a big hug, “God, Joffrey, you feel so cold. Have you been out in the snow?”

“I am fine, mother.” Joffrey assured her, “I just went for a jog. I needed some fresh air.”

“Did anybody see you? Paparazzi, passerby, or lingering groupies?” Lady Alicent asked with a stiff nod to acknowledge Joffrey, “We can't risk providing the public more material to speculate.”

“No.” Joffrey replied, casting his eyes down out of instinct, as if he was guilty of something, “I just jogged around manor, all private property.”

Alicent hummed, but didn't push the topic further.

“Stop it, Alicent.” Rhaenyra spoke, throwing a disapproving glare to the other woman, “Do not interrogate my son.”

“I am not interrogating anyone. I am just trying to make sure the current situation doesn’t get worse.” Alicent replied, but Joffrey could tell for her clasped hands that the lady was not pleased to be here.

Well, that made two of us. Joffrey thought bitterly.

“Why am I here, mother? I guess it’s not for the wine.” Joffrey asked, making a small joke to try and lighten the mood.

“We need to discuss your public image, dear.” Rhaenyra let Joffrey sit down on a cozy armchair that seemed out of place in the cold and dark cellar.

“With Daeron, of course.” Alicent added, “We decide that it’s best for you to work this out together in a low-profile way. Holding a press conference seems overkill and will only raise more suspicion.”

“I think we are just going to wait it out.” Joffrey murmured lamely, “I don't attract a lot of attention normally, you know that, mother. People will lose interest soon enough.”

“Well, it’s already been ten days, but the online discussion only seems to get worse.” Alicent browsed through her screen, “They are calling your marriage a fake now.”

They were right. His marriage was just that. A fake.

“I think restoring your public image also helps your reputation in the league, Joff.” Rhaenyra said gently as she took Joffrey’s cold hands into hers, “I’ve spoken to your manager about this already. Don't worry. We will deal with it as gently as possible.”

Joffrey bit his lower lip to prevent himself from lashing out. Why did his public image have anything to do with his football career? Wasn’t his skill enough to put him on the field? Was his club really going to put him on the bench because he was a cheater?

Before Rhaenyra could explain more, the cellar door was pushed open by an impatient Daeron. The blonde was in a damp raincoat with cashmere scarf around his neck and a pair of fine leather gloves, clearly just came back from outside. Daeron’s violent widened at the sight of Rhaenyra. It was clear that he hadn’t expected to see his half-sister here. Daeron’s surprise soon turned into annoyance as his eyes landed on Joffrey.

“What is the matter you want to see me today, mother?” Daeron immediately turned his eyes away from Joffrey, as if the sight of his husband irritated him, “I didn't expect a crowd here.”

“Daeron, dear, come and sit down.” Alicent pointed to the empty seat next to her. Even though her son also seemed to have been out, she made no intention to ask about his whereabouts. The double standard she took for Daeron and Joffrey made the brunette seethe with anger.

“Watch out your words, brother.” Rhaenyra was not so kind to her son-in-law, “Why are you so late? Sneaking out to meet your lady friend again? Do you know how much mess we are in? The last thing I want is to deal with your shit right now.”

“Funny, sister.” Daeron scoffed, “The last time I checked, it is not me who is being called a cheater.”

“You know it’s not true.” Joffrey couldn’t help but speak up, “It’s a misunderstanding and shit editing. I did nothing wrong.”

“Say that to these people online. I don't care what you did or did not do.” Daeron shrugged, browsing through the wine racks before looking down at his nails, making it clear that he would look at anywhere but Joffrey.

“That’s what we are here to discuss.” Alicent spoke, stopping the fight that was about to break out, “We need to reverse the public opinion before the holiday special. The first step is for you two to actually show up for the camera, together.”

“It’s no use, mother.” Daeron said immediately, “That’s no different from what we used to do. The public has become smarter now. Holding hands won't make the accusations go away.”

How could Daeron be so comfortable talking about their fake relationship? Did he notice Joffrey’s heart rate quickening whenever they held hands or shared kisses in public? Did he know that Joffrey cherished his affection, even though it was all fake? Did he know Joffrey was actually glad about the reality show because cameras meant Daeron would have to pretend he loved Joffrey 24/7? Did he know that Joffrey had loved him all along?

“That’s why we think the best way to overwrite a scandal is another scandal.” Alicent replied.

“What do you mean?” Daeron frowned at his mother, “Are you suggesting I expose Erin?”

Erin, Joffrey thought, so that was the name of Daeron’s current mistress.

“Of course not.” Rhaenyra chimed in, “I will never humiliate my son like that.”

“Then what’s your suggestion of a scandal, sister?”

Rhaenyra pursed her lips and threw a quick, apologetic glance at Joffrey. She paused for a moment, before opening her mouth to speak again.

“A sex scandal.” Rhaenyra said in a low voice, as if she feared that the thick wall of the cellar had ears, “You two will be captured by cameras while making out or doing something sexy. Like the time when Lucerys and Aemond were caught going at it on the balcony.”

The cellar went dead silent for a long while. The room was so quiet that Joffrey could hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

“Are you mad?” Daeron hissed, breaking the uncomfortable silence, “Are you suggesting handing over a porn to the paparazzi?”

“It doesn’t have to come to that extent, dear.” Alicent out her hand on the lap of Daeron to calm her son, “Just some touching and kissing will suffice, but you have to show passion. I and your sister think that the reason why the current scandal doesn't die down is because you two rarely interact on the show. You know how media work. Sex is their favorite topic.”

“No.” Joffrey shot up from the armchair before Daeron could speak again, “Absolutely not.”

“Joff, listen-” Rhaenyra tried, but Joffrey wouldn't let her finish.

“I SAID NO!” Joffrey all but shouted, “I don’t give a fuck about my public image or whatever. If my coach thinks I am not morally superior enough to play in his team, so be it. I will retire if no one wants to a see a cheater on the field, but I will not perform for the camera like a porn star!”

“You don’t even have to be naked.” Alicent said calmly, a sharp contrast to Joffrey’s panic, “Daeron will take the lead.”

“I do not want him anywhere near me!” Joffrey stomped to the door, “In case you haven’t noticed, your son despises me. Our marriage is a fucking mistake from the beginning.”

“Hey!” Daeron rushed to Joffrey and grabbed the brunette’s arm, “Show some respect to my mother.”

“Not when she shows none for me!” Joffrey shook Daeron’s hand off roughly, “Perhaps you can talk some sense into her. I am sure you are the last person who would agree to this crazy idea.”

“I don’t care, as long as the media leave me alone.” Daeron rolled his eyes, “I don’t want to answer anymore calls that are supposed to make me feel better.”

Daeron air-quoted the word ‘better’. Apparently annoyed by those calls.

“You hate me.” Joffrey said with gritted teeth, “You can’t even stand the sight of me, and now you are telling me you don’t mind shagging me in public?”

“I am not fond of a lot of people.” Daeron shrugged, making no attempt to deny Joffrey’s words, “It doesn’t stop me from shagging most of them.”

“Fuck off.” Joffrey spat, “I am not one of your gold digger mistresses. I’d say we call this whole disaster off and just tell people the truth. Maybe we can finally get rid of each other.”

“No.” This time, it was Alicent who rejected the idea, “You cannot get a divorce. It will destroy our PR.”

“PR, PR, PR! It’s always PR!” Joffrey’s eyes began to burn, but he refused to let the tears fall down, “I’ve spent my whole life living in a lie. Just because you were trapped in a loveless marriage, doesn’t mean you have the right to make me live with one too!”

Joffrey was so angry and hurt that he let his frustration out at the wrong person. He knew it was unfair to lash out at Lady Alicent, but he couldn’t help it. She had always looked down upon him. He was always the unfavorable son-in-law. She seemed to blame Joffrey for her son’s indifference, but God knew how hard he tried. If only she knew how much Joffrey wanted to be intimate with Daeron. But Joffrey wanted heart-felt sex, not another lie.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Daeron came to his mother’s defense immediately, shoving Joffrey roughly, “Do you think you are the only victim here? I am also trapped in this god forsaken marriage too, but unlike you, I am responsible enough to keep the facade.”

“Hiding your mistress in a rented mansion is your understanding of responsibility, huh?” Joffrey scoffed, “I’ve had enough of your so-called responsibility, husband. You are not as important as you think, and neither am I. I doubt our divorce will cause a scene.”

“Enough.” Rhaenyra finally spoke, rising from her seat and inserting herself between her son and her half-brother, “We are here to discuss damage control, not to blame each other for things we cannot control. Joff, I am sorry, but I cannot let you divorce your uncle, at least not now.”

Joffrey closed his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek to hold back his tears.

“It is your duty to keep a good public image, no matter you like it or not.” Alicent rose from her armchair as well, her warm brown eyes now cold as a dagger, “Get yourself together.”

Joffrey felt like a little boy being scolded for his mischief. For a moment, he cursed himself for being born into a family like the Targaryens. He had no say in his own life. He couldn't choose his own husband, couldn't get a divorce, and couldn't even have a normal friendship. His life was not his own, but a commodity for the public to judge. Everything should be fine, if only he hadn't fallen in love with Daeron. If he didn't love Daeron, he wouldn’t get so emotional. Daeron could have a hundred mistresses, and it wouldn't hurt him, at all.

If only he hadn't fallen for his uncle.

“Perhaps you two should discuss it,” Rhaenyra suggested softly, putting her hand on Joffrey’s arm, “you don't have to act immediately, Joff.”

“Yes, mother.” Joffrey murmured, keeping his eyes down. He was exhausted, his previous lashing out taking a toll on his already batted mental state. He tried to fight, and failed, so now he turned back into the dutiful son, who would do anything to strengthen his mother’s grasp of the family legacy.

Daeron pursed his lips into a thin line and stayed silent. He glared at Joffrey, but this time, it was Joffrey who wouldn't look back.

Joffrey sighed as he threw himself onto the comfortable mattress. He had just come out from a shower, his hair still dripping water and his skin still pink from the heat. He was clad in only a pair of boxer, too lazy to put on a T-shirt. No one would come in his room anyway, so it was no meaning to keep his decency.

It was already midnight. It was strange to shower in the middle of the night, but Joffrey needed the hot water to relieve the soreness of his muscles. Also, the heat was supposed to help him relax, though the effect didn't work too well on Joffrey. He had trouble sleeping for months now. Sleep deprivation was beginning to take a toll on his football performance lately.

Joffrey lit a scented candle and settled in, scrolling down his Kindle mindlessly. He was half-way through a novel about a middle-aged man quitting his job and going on a trip around the world. On hindsight, Joffrey probably shouldn’t choose this novel, for the topic of freedom and self-worth felt like a distant dream to him.

Tonight, Joffrey couldn't focus. Tomorrow, KL magazine would come to the keep for an interview, and Joffrey was supposed to take this opportunity to beat his cheater allegation and reverse his public image, by shagging his husband.

Joffrey sighed again. He had accepted his fate by now. He was prepared to pose for the camera like a whore, if that meant he could get rid of online violence.

It seemed that sleep would not bless him today. Joffrey was about to get up and go out for a jog to exhaust himself (again), when he heard some soft knock on his bedroom door.

“…What do you want?” Joffrey asked with a frown, leaning against the door frame and showing no intention of letting Daeron in, “It’s already midnight.”

“I can ask you the same question.” Daeron crossed his arms in front of his chest, “What aren’t you sleeping?”

“Funny.” Joffrey scoffed, “If you really think I am sleeping, you won’t even come. Out with it, uncle. What do you want?”

“I have things to discuss with you.” Daeron replied, “It is best that we discuss in private.”

“You have made it clear that you do not want to come to my room.” Joffrey said, keeping his voice as flat as possible. He shivered slightly as cold air met his toned torso, leaving a trail of goose bumps along his skin, “Why the sudden change of mind?”

Daeron didn’t reply. Instead, he pushed Joffrey into the room forcibly and kicked the door shut behind him.

“What the fuck are you doing-” Joffrey’s curse was interrupted by Daeron’s lips crushing onto his, the blonde’s hands grabbing Joffrey’s hip tight enough to leave a bruise.

“Practice.” Daeron said after releasing Joffrey’s lips to breathe, his fingers still dug deep into Joffrey’s hip, “We are going to put on a show, aren’t we? I don't want to make a fool of myself.”

“Fuck off,” Joffrey hissed, “Let go of me, you psycho. Do you consider it an entertainment to have sex with someone you hate?”

“I don't consider anything.” Daeron replied, slipping his hand into Joffrey’s boxer, “You are warm. What were you doing? Texting with my uncle?”

“What are you implying?” Joffrey kicked Daeron on the shin, using his football strength to kick the blonde away, “Will you believe me if I tell you I am just reading?”

“Depends.” Daeron reached out to grab Joffrey again, but the brunette took a large step back, “I don't know you well enough to draw a conclusion.”

“And whose fault is that?” Joffrey took a random jersey from his drawer and put it on, “Go find your whore if you are horny.”

“You seem very upset about my girlfriends.” Daeron said, wiping off a drop of saliva from his lips, “If I don't know better, I’d say you are jealous.”

Joffrey’s breath stopped for a second, but he soon controlled himself. He might not be as good an actor as Daeron, but he could fake with no problem. Joffrey had hidden his true feelings so well that there was no way Daeron could notice.

“No matter how we hate each other, we are still married. From what I learned, we will stay married for the foreseeable future. You having a mistress is a spit at my face. Am I not allowed to be upset about it?” Joffrey said sarcastically.

“You know it as well as me that having mistresses is common in our world. It doesn't mean anything.” Daeron shrugged, “My girlfriends love my money and status more than my person. I enjoy sex favors and they enjoy money and status. It’s a fair trade.”

“Get out.” Joffrey couldn't hear anymore. He didn’t want to know that his husband would rather fuck a random gold digger than him.

“I am serious when I say we need practice, Joffrey.” Daeron put on his business face, “We need to decide how far we should go.”

Joffrey bit his lower lip. In fact, Daeron had a point. He knew from experience that strategy needed practicing before putting to use on the field, but he feared that he would lose control if Daeron went too far. He would die of shame if Daeron knew a single touch was enough to arouse Joffrey.

“You kissed me just now. Isn't that enough?” Joffrey said, though he knew his excuse was beyond reasonable.

“Please, Joffrey.” Daeron rolled his eyes, “Don’t act like a virgin. Kissing cannot help us get away this time.”

Joffrey went silent.

“Now, I say a little making out is necessary.” Daeron stepped up, wrapping one of his arms around Joffrey’s waist tentatively, “I am going to touch you now.”

Daeron slipped his free hand into Joffrey’s jersey after the brunette showed no intention of pushing him away. He flattened his palm on Joffrey’s toned stomach, feeling the muscle contract under his touch. Joffrey’s skin was soft, but his muscle was hard from years of football practice, a sharp contrast to Daeron’s girlfriends.

Joffrey shivered under Daeron’s touch, his breaths quickening as beads of water dripping from his curls into his collar. Daeron’s hand roamed over his torso, sending a chill down his spine.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together now. Daeron could see the soft blush on Joffrey’s sun-kissed skin, the brunette’s slightly pouty lips, and the veins on the side of his neck. For some reason, the sight felt erotic.

“Dragonstone FC?” Daeron chuckled as he saw Joffrey’s old jersey, “Perhaps you should wear Old Town United instead. Give the reporters more material to speculate.”

“In your dreams.” Joffrey spat, but he was too weak to sound threatening now.

Daeron chuckled again, his hand now coming to Joffrey’s boxer band. He played with the soft trail of hair under Joffrey’s navel, teasing his nephew/husband with interest.

“God, Joffrey. How long since you last had sex?” Daeron tightened his arm and pressed Joffrey harder onto himself, “You are already hard.”

“It’s just a normal reaction.” Joffrey insisted, but his watery eyes told a different story. How could he admit that he had never slept with anyone since their wedding night years ago? Joffrey would rather die than admitting his feelings in this way.

“How cute.” Daeron poked Joffrey’s erection over the boxer, “How come I never notice how cute you are?”

Daeron rubbed Joffrey’s cock, causing a wet spot to spreading over the fabric. Joffrey’s breath caught in his throat, as a tingling sensation rising from his tailbone to the back of his head. He wanted to curse, to mock, to push Daeron away, but he couldn't. His every pore sang at Daeron’s touch, like the land welcoming the first rain after a long draught.

Daeron kept teasing Joffrey’s cock, while moving his other hand up Joffrey’s back to grab a handful of Joffrey’s damp curls. He forced Joffrey’s head up, and covered the pouty lips with his own. Daeron wasted no time pushing his tongue between Joffrey’s teeth, sucking, licking and invading the brunette’s mouth.

Daeron wasn’t lying. He had never really paid much attention to Joffrey before. To him, Joffrey was just a burden forced upon him, a duty he had to carry out, a reminder of his strained life, so he was reluctant to acknowledge Joffrey’s presence until now. He had no idea how warm Joffrey was, how smooth Joffrey’s skin felt, and how intoxicating Joffrey tasted.

“Enough,” Joffrey managed to blurt out, “let go of me.”

Daeron was so intrigued by Joffrey that it took him a long while to realize what the brunette had just said. He hadn't expected to go this far. He had just planned to tease Joffrey for bit, not charmed by the brunette to this extent.

“Joffrey-”

“Let go of me. You’ve humiliated me enough.” Joffrey grabbed Daeron’s wrist and dragged the blonde to the bedroom door, “It’s time for you to leave.”

The door closed in front of him, leaving Daeron alone in the dark corridor. The blonde looked down at his own mess between the legs, and sighed heavily.

It was a bad time to develop feelings.

[super-unpredictable98]

Midnight Strikes (Robert Sheehan RPF)

Word Count: 1,1 k

Warning: strong language

a/n: Just letting everyone who left me a request know, I'm working on them and thank you so much for all the lovely ideas <3

(Masterlist)

I can't wait to get out of here, it's so fuckin hot!

Your boyfriend texted around seven. It was your one year anniversary, but he had to work. Of course you understood, his job was demanding, but he loved it and so did you. Robert was meant to be home by eight, so you had everything ready for the celebration. 

There was a lasagna ready to go in the oven, homemade garlic bread, and cake for dessert. You prepared the bathroom with candles and a bath bomb so he could relax after dinner, the whole flat was spotless and you picked his favorite dress to wear. 

Twenty minutes passed, you put your romantic dish in the oven and set a timer before heading to the bedroom to get ready. The dress was blue and looked like something Donna would wear in Mamma Mia, very light and flowy. The makeup you chose was very simple and discreet, and the hair was also not too extravagant. You even got a new set of lingerie matching the dress for the occasion. 

Rob's gift was waiting for him on the sofa, a few books he'd been talking about in the last few months.

You waited until the lasagna was done and turned the oven off, leaving it in there so it would be nice and warm. You checked if the champagne you got for the celebration was chilled and set the table. 

When it was all prepared, you looked at the time on your phone, it was 8:05. You grinned in anticipation, deciding where you wanted to sit to wait for your boyfriend who should be coming through the door very soon.

Unfortunately, that's not how it went... 8:05 turned into 8:45, turned into 9:20, turned into 10:00. By then the lasagna was for sure cold and it wasn't even time for dinner anymore. 

You sent texts during this time, but there was no response, which elicited a mix of worry and anger stirring in your chest, adding to the hunger that was pretty bad already. 

Finally, at 10:25 the door opened and Rob walked in looking like hell. He was sweaty (more than usual), his hair was messy, there was eyeliner smeared around his eyes and he grunted as he usually did when his back was in pain. 

"So nice of you to join..." you said, looking up from your book 

"Shit, I knew I was late but I didn't know it was that bad," he checked his phone. "I didn't even see it, I just ran as fast as I could when they said I could go home, the tube was packed."

"There's bath stuff in the bathroom, but the candles are probably all melted by now," you folded your arms, absolutely furious even if you knew it wasn't his fault. 

Robert left his shoes by the door, walked up to the couch, and sat on the floor in front of you. He had that puppy look on his face, but didn't talk at first, knowing you probably had more to say.

"I worked on this shit all day for us to have a nice time and celebrate, by the time you're done with your shower and everything else we'll have an hour left in our anniversary at best!" Your voice cracked as you spilled the words. "That isn't fair, I know it was work and you didn't have a choice, I'm just frustrated! I already have to share you with the world, I can't even get a proper anniversary dinner."

He listened quietly as you let out your anger and on your own arrived to the conclusion that there was nothing he could've done to make things different if he wanted to keep his job. He then made sure you were done before taking your hands in his and kissing each knuckle. 

"I understand how frustrating that is, I'm sorry things didn't work out."

"I know... I am too," you sighed, seeing him so calm kinda forced you to calm down as well, it was quite nice actually.

"If you wanna celebrate another day with something different, I get it. But if you'd like to try, I can shower really quickly and we can have our dinner. Tomorrow I have the day off and I'm not leaving your side. I'll even hold your hand as you go to the toilet."

You laughed, he just knew how to de-escalate the situation. He wasn't always like that, but the talent to make you no longer mad was definitely there. 

Robert took a shower and changed into something nice, not a suit, but nice by his hippie standards. He even put on a scarf and fixed his hair to look just the way you like it. 

"You look so handsome," you smiled, holding out the gift box for him. "I hope you like it."

He opened it and his eyes lit up. "Thank you, y/n! So comforting to know you're listening when I'm rambling about books and movies and shit," he chuckled. "Now it's my turn."

Rob opened his bag by the door and pulled out a plastic bag, not a very promising wrapping job, but when you opened it, you forgot all about that. Inside there was the white and blue coat Klaus wears for season two of Umbrella Academy. Every detail was perfect, even the embroidery work. 

"Robbie! This is so beautiful, I can't believe you did this."

"You always mention how much you love these outfits so I had a replica made in your size," he grinned proudly. "I was between this and the black furry one from season one, but I'll get that one for your birthday."

You pulled him into a fierce hug, he really put so much care into it, he certainly looked forward to this night as much as you did. Suddenly, the time didn't matter anymore, all that mattered was that he was there.

"Thanks for being understanding today," Rob murmured, taking your hand as he happily ate his dinner. He was clearly starved from waiting so long.

"It wasn't your fault, don't worry about it."

"Hey, can I tell you a secret?" He asked with a little smirk.

"What?" You chuckled, half expecting some joke or gag, but he just took your hand and brought it to his lips again. 

"It was past midnight when I asked you to be my girlfriend." 

"What? No it wasn't!" You gasped.

He nodded as he chewed, completely sure of what he was saying. "I'm serious, my bedside clock was wrong, I remember cause I had to change it after I was late for work the next day. So technically, it's still our anniversary."

"Oh... happy anniversary then." 

"Happy anniversary, love."

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Hierarchy (Part 9)

Heirachy: a system, especially in a society or organization, in which people are organized into different levels of importance from highest to lowest.

Pairing: Mafia Changbin x Reader Word Count: 6.7k Genre: Mafia AU, friends to lovers, slow burn Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, mafia violence, death threats, guns, dubious intentions, criminal activity, guns, blood, fighting

🚨Trigger Warning: Attempted Assault of a sexual nature does occur in the chapter against the reader. If you are at all sensitive to this topic I would suggest that you skip this chapter entirely. I am happy to tell you what happens in the chapter via message so you don't miss any of the story so that you can avoid any content that may cause you any form of upset, trauma or pain. Caution is advised.

You have always been utterly uninteresting, safely boring as close. You had a normal job, normal friends and the sweetest bestie on the planet but now everything is upside down and that best friend of yours is far more dangerous than you could have ever imagined.

All Changbin could hear was the blood rushing in his ears after you told him you had been with Felix, you had said you had kissed him but he knew Felix and you were close so he was sure you actually meant you had let him fuck you. He wasn't sure what whether he was angry or hurt and he wasn't sure if it was by you or by Felix but either way Felix was going to pay for it. Slamming the meeting room door open the noise from it bouncing off the wall surprising not only Felix but Chan, Minho and Hyunjin who were talking about other business while Felix frowned his phone to his ear.

"Changbin!" Chan yelled noticing how furious and deathly calm he looked.

"You are fucking dead" he growled lowly ignoring Chan completely as he crossed the room faster than they obviously expected except Felix who hadn't moved but had hung up the phone.

"Binnie, man I can explain it's not whatever you are thinking" Felix explained calmly raising his hands in surrender.

"You fucked my girl you cunt, you fucked her right under my nose you fucking bastard" he glared icily the veins on his neck straining against his skin. "You took advantage of her you piece of shit" Changbin was still the picture of cold calmness as he pulled his hand gun and at point blank range aimed between the younger mans eyes.

The whole house had heard the commotion at this point because the others came running to see what the fuck was going on except Han who already knew and had high tailed it outside to where he knew you had gone with Changbin not too long ago. Hyunjin say nervously wide eyed as Jeongin and Seungmin stood behind the couches at a good distance and even Minho looked apprehensive. He could feel the palpable fear rolling off his crew it had been a long time since he had played the enforcer roll but it was still as much a part of him as you were.

"Woah, woah, lets maybe talk about this for more than a few seconds" Chan demanded his authority over the others obvious as no one else moved "What are we talking about here?".

"The night we brought her here this piece of shit fucked her" he accused eerily quietly raising his eyebrow to Felix to challenge him on it.

"Felix did you?" Chan rounded on the younger one.

"No boss" Felix quipped quickly his eyes not leaving Changbin's

"Then what the fuck is going on?" Chan snarled looking between the two.

"I'm going to kill Felix that's what is going on" he ground out the rage still flowing in his blood like poison.

"Go on then" Felix egged him on eyes hard as he watched his best friends eyes burn "She wouldn't ever forgive you if you did she would be out of here and your life forever, but still take your shot man". The room stopped even Chan was holding his breath waiting for him to make his decision.

"Princess?" he called jogging around the gardens looking for where ever you might have stopped with Changbin finding you whimpering as you walked back from the hedge maze, tear stains on your face and shirt.

"Hannie?" you croaked meeting his eyes with your watery ones. "I fucked up"

"Oh princess" he soothed pulling you into his arms to hold you for a moment "we need to get you back inside your two boys are going to kill each other if we don't".

"Did you just hug me?" you spluttered looking at him in slight shock.

"Well yeah, course were friends so I can hug you like Lix can" he grinned looking like at excited child which made you feel slightly better that you had made your cute walk with Bin into a shit show. "But I mean it they are going to kill each other if we don't get back, the big guy is very good at killing people".

"What do you mean?" you muttered as you followed him back to the house in a much more direct way than you had first wandered.

"Didn't he tell you? before all of us were together he was the enforcer he did all the killing because he is good at it, just shuts himself off, no humanity just a killing machine. That changed when Hyun and I came in and together took over for him but he still takes people out whenever Chan asks" he shrugged like he was telling you the upcoming weather forecast not that Bin could murder on command.

"Fuck" you mumbled as you reached the french doors that led into the kitchen, the house was deathly silent which worried you but Han just squeezed your hand and continued towards the meeting room effectively dragging you there. As soon as you entered your heart leapt into your throat Bin was standing only a few feet from Lix with a gun pointing at him while Lix just stared back, the others watching on in silence.

"Just shoot him already big guy or put it down no one cares which one of you has the bigger dick, especially since our princess couldn't verify that anyway" Han groaned plopping down on the couch and putting his feet up like he was watching a movie.

"What did you just say?" he growled again not even bothering to look at Han.

"I said our princess wouldn't be able to confirm which dick is bigger, because she doesn't. I would know I walked in on them and I would have asked to join in if there was any real fun to be had" he sighed dramatically like it was all a giant joke "Isn't that right princess?"

"Changbin?" you whispered since the air that had been punched out of your lungs by the sight in front of you making it impossible for you to be able to actually speak Felix's eyes flicked to you momentarily, Bin did something to the gun that made it click and your brain shut down sending you into autopilot. You strode across the room and put yourself between them Bin's gun touching your chest instead.

"If you want to kill Lix you kill me first" you snapped fear and anger mingling and mixing in your blood. Bin lowered his gun in a heartbeat his eyes changing rapidly from rage to horror before filling with tears.

"Doll" he gasped dropping the pistol to the floor which Chan dived to get before anyone changed their minds.

"Seo Changbin you are a fucking arsehole" you continued voice shaking "I kissed Felix, I started it he asked me a dozen times if I was sure" you swallowed hard knowing you were airing this in front of everyone "You hadn't told me you loved me, you hadn't don anything but yell at me, telling me you killed people and I was fucking terrified, Felix did nothing wrong so you want to take this out on someone then take it out on me not him. I won't let you hurt my friend or yours" no one said anything until Felix stood from behind you.

"Bubs never, ever stand in front of a gun without its safety on again! You scared the shit out of me just now" He exhaled his hand on your shoulder squeezing comfortingly.

"Sorry Felix" you mumbled "I should just let him shoot you next time?" the adrenaline in your system keeping you from crumbling.

"He wasn't going to shoot me" Felix sighed.

"Well not fatally anyway" Changbin grumbled making Felix look horrified "Hey I wasn't going to actually kill you unless you admitted to it"

"Fucking dramatic arseholes" Minho groaned pinching his nose, the others instantly relaxing.

"That was incredibly dangerous though little one, Lix is right never walk in front of a loaded gun" Chan scolded you. You didn't answer, you couldn't not when you just saw the man who swore to keep you safe turn into the very thing you feared most in that moment. Instead you just fled out of the meeting room blindly and up to the room that you had been given locking the door behind you so that no one could get in.

The day slowly passed and you hadn't answered when Changbin pleaded with you to let him in or when Felix came to check on you apologizing through the door, you had totally ignored Chan and Minho too when they asked you to come out to eat something it was only when your phone started ringing did you realize that Changbin was probably camped outside your door calling you repeatedly which just made you turn your phone to silent determined to not give him the time of day. Mrs Choi had knocked to deliver you some dinner to your room shooing Changbin or whoever was in the hallway away while she made sure you took the food.

Falling asleep after dinner meant you were awake again by three in the morning you could hear what you assumed to be Changbin snoring on the other side of your door and when you checked your phone you had multiple messages from each of them Hyunjin checking if you needed anything but made no attempt to coax you out, Jeongin begged you to come out just to stop the constant whining from Changbin but you only really read the single line message that had been sent by Han

"He's in love with you he just wants to protect that love"

You read it over and over again, you hadn't stopped to really think about the whole scenario you were too terrified that your boyfriend had pointed a gun at another friend and you had tried to stop it from escalating. You didn't think about the gun, you knew Changbin wasn't going to hurt you, but you never thought that violence between them would happen either. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe although you did love him that wasn't enough for you to not have to worry you would set him off and someone else would have to pay the consequences. If you hadn't run out of tears already you would have broken down when the realization that you would have to walk away from two men you loved and the friends of theirs that you had grown fond of, maybe moving to another city would do or maybe your would have to move back to a rural town and find away to survive. There was no other answer your tired mind could come up with.

When morning finally came around you looked terrible but you hoped a hot shower and make up could at least mask some of the obvious signs that you were broken, even if the feeling did compliment the whole cover of a family emergency. You dressed yourself for work in your standard pencil skirt suit and fixed yourself up before slowly opening the door and after double checking that the coast was clear quietly making your way down stairs.

"She has every right to be angry, hurt, terrified or all of the above" you heard Minho grumble as you made your way towards the kitchen.

"I know" Changbin groaned frustratedly "I fucked it up on a massive fucking scale I know that, but I can't change it now can I?" he sounded annoyed and tired which made you feel nervous.

"No you can't and if she wants to leave after this is done you have to let her" Chan snapped "both of you" his words were harsh and he sounded aggravated which caused even more panic to fly through your system.

"Or we could just let her collect her thoughts" Jeongin suggested softly you could almost picture the soothing expression on his face "You, Felix and probably Chan scared her yesterday and that probably has shaken her more than anything she has been through so far".

"He has a point" Hyunjin interjected "she was scared of bad guys who were trying to hurt the both of you and yesterday you two became the bad guys when you decided that airing your dirty laundry needed to be done in front of all of us".

"She would be so embarrassed that we all know she made out with Lix, let alone that she had to admit it" Minho finished "Which was super fucking stupid on your part by the way".

"I know" you heard Felix sighed he sounded almost as defeated as you felt and if you hadn't been so scared of the anger in the room or how much you were sure leaving was the best idea you would have run in to comfort him "We fucked everything up".

You took a deep breath to center yourself before you silently entered the kitchen surprising them as you easily walked past them all wordlessly made yourself a coffee.

"Doll?" Changbin questioned hopefully, but you ignored him hoping they would all get the hint that you were going to remain silent.

"Bubs?" Felix sighed and you ignored him too just pouring milk into your coffee before turning back towards the door.

"Baby, please" Changbin tried again his hand reaching for your arm making you flinch away slightly his eyes widening.

"Please don't touch me" you almost whimpered your voice scratchy from not yet being used as you stepped back from him.

"Doll, you can't be afraid of me, it's me" he mumbled looking genuinely pained by your reaction.

"Don't, please, just don't I can't deal with this right now" you whispered you were almost as scared now as you had been the very first night you had been brought to the company with him, your brave knight in shining armor who would move mountains to protect you. But now you had seen what he could be right in front of you it frightened you, but it terrified you more to know you still wanted him regardless. His arm dropped in defeat as you scurried out of the kitchen to sit somewhere else in the house until the time came for you to leave. No one in the kitchen spoke, Felix hung his head while Hyunjin sighed in sadness, the others looking between each other for some sort of idea of what to say.

"How do we make this plan work if she is too scared to even speak" Minho mused not really ready to face the seemingly obvious pain that was going to come from ending this whole mess.

"I'll be right back" Han shrugged leaving them after he had managed to stay silent through everything so far.

"Whatever Han, we have to think how to reorganize things if she is going to not be able to go through with this" Jeongin nodded trying to come up with a new plan.

"There you are princess" Han smiled brightly if not slightly insanely at you coming over to sit on the staircase with you "you still going to be able to do this?"

"I just want this over with Han" you admitted quietly sipping the coffee you had made yourself.

"I saw you read my message" he continued smiling.

"I did I read it a lot of times to be honest" you admitted putting your mug down beside you "I know he loves me but it's one thing for me to know it's a whole other thing for me to see it".

"He scared you that badly after everything you have been through since you got here? I thought you were tougher than that?" he teased sweetly almost gently.

"I was scared he would hurt Felix, I was scared he would get hurt, I was scared of what you guys do" you explained chewing your lip "But I'm terrified that I am alright with it, that I might be able to love him regardless of the pain and chaos he might inflict of others". You looked at Han who far too pleased with your admission and it just clicked that maybe the fear was a sign that you should run but that you didn't have to.

"Love is meant to frighten you princess that's what makes it fun" He grinned giddily.

"Has anyone told you lately you're actually very philosophical for a madman?" you sighed checking your phone and standing up.

"Not today but I'm glad you noticed princess" he waggled his eyebrows at you suggestively making you snort. "Let's go get the big guy it's time to be that bad arse mafia queen you are meant to be" his eyes sparked as he led you back to the kitchen where the others were still trying to figure out how to make this work for you.

"Changbin, we need to leave I can't be late the first day back to work" You announced to the group breaking your silence with them.

"Are you sure little one?" Chan questioned cautiously "We don't have to do this you can stay here another day if that would help".

"I want this over with Chan" you smiled as believably as possible at him "I want to go back to having a normal life".

"Are you sure you want that?" Bin asked you softly still aware you were upset since you used his name and not a nickname but you totally missed the inference he was making to you about whether you wanted the life you had before of the life you could have with him.

"Yes" you nodded noting the pained expression on some of their faces but you didn't understand the reason for it other than you were about to put yourself in danger.

"Let's go baby" he whispered leaving the kitchen quickly as you hurried to keep up with him scooping up your shoes on the way past the staircase.

Changbin drove silently for the first few minutes he seemed to be struggling to find the words to tell you he was sorry or what he was thinking when it all went wrong yesterday but you didn't mind you were still trying to figure out what you wanted to say back.

"Binnie" you finally squeaked "Are you all sure I'll be ok today?" you tried to keep your voice even so you didn't worry him more than he already was.

"Baby you will be fine" he breathed out seeming to relax slightly "We are all either nearby or watching, there are guys inside to help you and you have our numbers to call us if you need to" he soothed tentatively reached his hand over to put on your thigh, which you allowed you were still having too many emotions to think about the incident yesterday.

"Binnie, we will need to talk about what happened but I can't right now it's too much" you whispered looking down at his hand cautiously putting your own on top of it "But I need you to play my boyfriend today so that I can get through this bit".

"I am your boyfriend baby, I don't need to pretend" he smiled you turned to watch him as he continued to watch the road his lips quirking up when he felt your gaze on him. "When we pull up I will go round to open your door, the whole point of this is to draw attention, women will notice a gentleman helping his girl from the car and kissing her goodbye, men will notice the car either way there are a lot of witnesses who will remember your arrival if anything was to happen". You nodded understanding that

He pulled up in front of your office a just slightly before when you would normally arrive, getting out to walk his way around the car to help you out of your side. You could see the businessmen all taking looks at the cars some younger ones even stopping to get a proper look at it. Letting go of your hand he helped you into your blazer then pulled you to him to kiss you goodbye, it was supposed to be a peck but Bin poured his love into his kiss showing you exactly how he felt.

"I'll pick you up for lunch baby" he smirked noticing your slightly flushed face "Now be brave baby you have work to do".

Walking through the lobby you noticed the guy Seungmin had planted standing next to the desk you assumed that it gave him the best scope for the room but either way you knew where he was. You met a few of the usual interns at the elevators and took them up together chatting and talking about everyone's weekends before you got to your floor. Your desk looked exactly like it did the day you had left over a week ago with the exception of a neat stack of files that the director was going to need for his meetings today, you flicked through quickly to make sure they matched the diary and noticed that the appointment before lunch was Mr A which made blanch slightly.

"Good Morning miss" a friendly voice spoke from behind you.

"Oh good morning" you chirped politely turning around to come face to face with another of Seungmin's men making you smile in relief "Have you been interning long?".

"My second week miss but I'm hoping to learn from you, everyone says you are the most valuable of the assistants here" he smiled looking at the files on your desk.

"Well that is kind of them, has anyone shown you how preparing files for the meetings is done? I have some here that I can show you with" you moved around your desk and gestured for him to follow. "All that needs to be done is that you double check that the correct file has been matched to the correct appointment. As you can see here Director Kim has an appointment with Mr Park at ten this morning and then another with Mr A at eleven" flipping open the file you moved your finger to show him pretend points while he nodded knowingly.

"I'll let the boss know" he whispered as he continued to follow along with your fake instructions.

"Have you been assigned a mentor yet?" you quirked your eyebrow at him.

"Not yet miss" he answered continuing to play the part of a clueless intern.

"I'll find one for you then come back to my desk in an hour and I'll have figured something out for you" he nodded making himself quickly scarce as Director Kim walked into the office eyes pinpointing you instantly.

"Good morning my dear, I'm so glad you are back with me" he purred attempting to take your hand which you filled with the files you were holding.

"Morning Director, I hope you had a lovely weekend, these are this mornings appointments and I can bring you your morning coffee if you like" you smiled politely staying on the opposite side of the desk from him.

"Yes my dear, could you arrange that for me now" he grinned looking at his files. You swallowed hard and nodded your head waiting for him to move to his office before moving from the spot you were in. You made your way to the the kitchen area to prepare his coffee hoping that you looked normal and not like you were trying to hide how disgusted and panicked you were.

"Miss?" another young man's voice turned your attention towards the other side of the kitchen, you recognized him as Seungmin's other insider.

"Good morning" you smiled relieved.

"I am around all day if you need assistance, or any memos to be passed between the departments" he continued to smile at you.

"Thank you, I sent a memo out with another intern I assume that you will have seen it too?" you asked trying to keep us the ruse.

"Yes miss, there is no need to worry we are both here" he nodded goodbye and left you to finish making coffee.

You took your time making the coffee trying to wait until the director was on a phone call or when someone else was in his office but you realized it would look strange if you didn't behave normally so you had to suck it up and pretend you were the girl you were a month ago when there was no fear, no threat and no boyfriend in the mafia. Walking the tray to the door you knocked once before letting yourself in, you purposely left the door open as you delivered the coffee and a pastry. Before anything could be said his phone rang making him look slightly annoyed before you took your leave quickly shutting the door behind you. If this was all you would have to do for the rest of the work day you could definately do that.

The rest of the morning at least ran smoothly despite your planted intern not being able to return to you, you had passed a dozen calls to the Director meaning you spent no time with him and when his first appointment arrived you were quite happy to go down a retrieve him from the ground floor waiting area, you were growing more confident that the day would run smoothly, until you noticed that both of Suengmin's people had been asked to assist other team members just before the appointment you had been dreading was due to start.

Mr A, or Mingi as you learned was his real name from Chan, had entered the office just before his 'appointment' with Director Kim he never waited like any of the legitimate clients did in the lounge which normally annoyed you but under the current circumstances you were pleased that you didn't have to be alone with him while you brought him upstairs to the offices. You had tried your hardest to not feel frightened instead channeling all the anger you possibly could into acting out that your were completely normal as so far it seemed to be working as Mingi passed your desk he smirked at you and winked making you raise your eyebrow and turn away from him which you knew he could be offended by but you didn't care in ninety minutes you would be back with Binnie and hopefully Mingi would be very far away from you. You heard the door close and turned back to your desk looking for your phone just in case you needed it to update Bin or the others about what was going on. Your desk phone chimed letting you know that you were required by Director Kim, feeling the bile rise in your throat you took a deep breath picking up your phone, notepad and pen and going into his office, nothing was going to happen after all you had two back ups in your office and one downstairs you would be fine.

"There you are pet" your boss purred smiling as you stepped into his office.

"Apologies, Director" you smiled knowing that it probably didn't reach your eyes so you lowered your head to cover it.

"No need for that my dearest, Mr A and I just need you to take a few notes regarding his file, please sit" he gestured for you to sit beside Mr A  on the lounge suit that he often used for meetings. Your blood ran cold as you sat realizing too slowly that you were now in the furthest spot from the door.

"Your assistant is very beautiful, Kim, are you sure you still want to do this the risk has increased" Mingi smirked his voice making your skin crawl as he lent closer to you inspecting you face and chest. He raised his hand to move a lock of hair that had come lose from your hair pin. You tried your hardest not to flinch not wanting to show how disgusted you felt.

"She is isn't she, that is why I was willing to risk so much" Kim smirked in return his eyes racking over your form making you feel dread as you tried to subtly unlock your phone to get help.

"No phones" Mingi snapped nastily snatching the device from you and making you shrink back from him.

"Now now there is no need for any annoyance Mr A, she is a very good girl" Kim leered at you his eyes seeming to zero in on you thighs which made you shuffle back into the seat further.

"I understand but my associates have not been so happy with this arrangement now that they know who she is" Mingi sighed leaning back on the chair watching you closely as your face continued to pale. You knew you were in huge trouble now and the only hope was that Felix could see what was happening on the cameras or that Seungmin's guys would realize you were missing. " They can't see you I had the camera disabled sweetheart, and that little intern they planted yesterday has been dealt with for the moment".

"What" you gasped horrified that perhaps you were totally alone now.

"Why does that matter, once she's carrying my child her pathetic little criminal boyfriend wont want her anyway" Kim grinned disgustingly making you try to make for the door as fast as you could. But Mingi was faster than you, catching your waist before you could even get half way to the door.

"No! Don't touch me!" you struggled against him uselessly for a moment before understanding that he was far too strong for a simply struggling to work now that your back was pressed against his chest.

"Now, now none of this, its time you behave yourself and let my uncle fuck that baby into you" he growled into your ear, his hands sliding down to your hips. You wanted to vomit but you knew you had to keep your head to get yourself out into the main part of the office. You were frozen as his hands traveled lower down your legs pulling the fabric of the skirt up until it reached almost the top of your thighs. "I can't wait to watch your pretty little pussy take my uncle's cock, maybe he will even let me fuck you afterwards since you caused us so much trouble".

"Don't please don't" you sobbed as Mingi manhandled you over to the desk pulling your skirt all the way up to your waist to expose your underwear. You grit your teeth knowing you needed to keep you head, you had to get out now no matter the cost. Mingi moved to the side of you groping your arse roughly as he grinned sadistically.

"Come on uncle, I want to see a show after everything we have put up with to get her here" he sneered down at your now tear streaked face. You could hear a belt buckle being undone and knew it was now or never.

"Fuck you Mingi" you snapped viciously yanking your arm closer to your face and biting down on his hand until you could taste blood. Mingi swore letting go of you for a moment which you used to smack him as violently as you could in the abdomen with the heaviest thing you could reach on the desk before pushing yourself up and running to wrench open the door and fleeing blindly as you attempted to get your skirt down your legs.

"You little bitch" Mingi shouted after you "I'll fucking kill you".

You had lost one shoe in the struggle in the office so you slipped out of your remaining shoe and ran as fast as you could to the stairs, with Mingi following you you were never going to be able to wait for the lift he would catch you and you would rather fall down a flight of stairs then let that happen.

"FUCK" Felix yelled as his screens started blacking out in certain sections of your office, hitting speed dial Changbin picked up instantly.

"Bin you need to get in there now something is wrong" he instructed before hanging up and dialing Chan who was on standby near your office with Han and Minho.

"Felix?" Chan answered quickly.

"I'm losing screens Mingi knows were watching" he explained rapidly "They must have made that we were inside the office".

"Were leaving now" Chan called to the others before speaking to him again "Bin?".

"I called him first" Felix swallowed hard before hanging up.

"What's happening?" Jeongin asked walking into the meeting room to see what Felix was so angry about.

"They know we have eyes inside we need Seungmin to contact his guys I've sent the others already" Felix growled trying to reinstate his connection to your office's security feed.

"On it, she'll be fine though man she's tough" Jeongin tried to calm his brother while calling Seungmin to explain.

Changbin had arrived at your building to find people milling around everywhere after an apparent 'evacuation drill' that no one had known was happening. He figured out quickly that you were not among the others from your floor so you must still be inside which in all honesty made him start to panic. Seungmin arrived a moment later a look of thunderous anger splashed across his face.

"My guys have just located one of my guys inside, we need to get in there" He snarled his eyes burning.

"Chan and the others will be here in a few should we start looking from the ground up or split up" he growled making his way through the employees to the main doors where they entered despite the regular securities protests.

"I still have two guys inside so they better have sorted this out" Seungmin barked in reply now looking almost as worried as angry.

"Where is the third one anyway?" he asked pulling his gun and stalking further into the building.

"Half dead. They put two in him but only hit one lung and his stomach" Seungmin answered looking desolate.

"Fuck, at least he's alive which is far more than what Mingi will be after this" he growled his anger growing with each step they took through the empty lobby. The lift doors dinged and opened revealing the security guard plant and Director Kim who was being led away towards the back entrance to the car park giving hushed instructions he thought would help him.

"Bin keep your cool we need to find your girl first" Seungmin hissed keeping his own weapon concealed behind him as they passed.

"I want to take my time with that piece of shit" he muttered savagely.

You continued through the stair wells hoping that you could somehow beat Mingi to either the ground floor or to somewhere you could lock yourself in until someone discovered you. He was still screaming threats at you from the floor above and his yells were getting closer but each exit you came across was either locked or empty of people so you kept going. You were physically exhausted making it down eleven floors worth of stairs already still hearing Mingi as he rattled door handles and slamming open doors looking for you somewhere above you. That was until you opened the 8th floor and almost fell into Hyunjin's arms making him lower his gun instantly and hold you tight as you began to cry hysterically into his suit jacket finally feeling like you could breathe again.

"Got her" he announced sounding relieved before he noticed how wrecked you looked, your skirt hitched so far up your legs that there was no way you had done it yourself to ease your running and the red marks and blood smeared on your arms. "8th NOW" he snapped heatedly his voice tightening in anger.

"Hyunjin" you garbled out between your body wracking sobs your legs giving way as he bundled you onto his left side in case he still needed to use his weapon.

"Shh princess I'll kill anyone who isn't ours that walks through that door" he soothed as best he could his hand hesitating to help you adjust your clothing as you shook in his arms.

"Hyunjin where is our kitten?" Minho called from the other side of the room making his way towards you as Hyunjin continued to slowly move you back from the door to keep more distance between any potential danger. You were not paying much attention to anything outside the sound of their voices.

"Princess can you hold onto Minho for me? It will be easier to keep you safe that way" his voice was still tight but he was trying to be gentle with you, you nodded letting go of his jacket and letting Minho bundle you up in his jacket and pull you against him. His suit jacket was long enough to cover more of your legs which were still almost completely bare but you couldn't even fix it you were too overwhelmed and emotional to even do that. Banging and yelling started coming from the other side of the stairwell door making you cling even tighter to Minho your knuckles tuning white with how tightly you were gripping his shirt.

"Mingi" you gasped pointing at the door frantically as Chan arrived taking in your messy hair and near catatonic state, he quickly stepped into your field of vision so that you would focus on him slowly approaching you to stroke your hear smoothing it down slightly.

"Hi there little one, your'e safe now" Chan soothed "Bin where the fuck are you?" he asked trying to not sound aggressive into what you realized were ear pieces they were wearing. The stairway door flew open and you hid in Minho's chest rather than see Mingi's face again but instead of his threats you heard the opposite.

"Move and I will make you wish for a quick death cunt" Bin's voice cold and ruthless filtered to your ears.

"Binnie?" you hiccuped, tears still pouring down your face, he stepped over Mingi both Chan and Hyunjin taking over from him, Chan's gun in his face as Hyunjin zip tied his hands behind his back. The blood dripping from his wrist and the pained groan that he emitted made Hyunjin realize why you had blood on your shirt sleeve. Binnie just left them to it not seeming to care as he wrapped both his arms around you and cradled you against his chest.

"I'm here baby, I've got you" he murmured into your hair as he ran his hands over Minho's suit jacket trying to sooth the obvious fear and pain from you.

"Can we go home now?" you whimpered sounding less hysterical than when you had found Hyunjin but still far too panicked and breathy for him to be comfortable moving you yet.

"Did you lose your shoes doll?" Bin whispered looking down at your feet pointedly hoping to get you slightly calmer before he took you to the car. You nodded concentrating hard on his face as you turned to look at him.

"They took my phone" you rasped your throat sore from the crying.

"That alright baby, one of the kids will get it back from you" he spoke carefully as your body started sagging against him your breathing getting lighter again. "I'm going to carry you baby. We need to get you down to the car and away from here alright?" His question was difficult for you to concentrate on so you simply nodded as he moved slowly to lift you up so you were nestled against his chest.

" Minho cover us?" He looked towards his brother who nodded sharply as the tree of you made your way towards the lift. You didn't really notice anything other than the heat radiating off his body as he held you close to him until he opened the passenger door of his car, and he and Minho helped you to get in mutely letting him put your seat belt on you, Minho held your hand while Bin get into the car and got himself situated.

"Look after her Bin, I'll call the doc to treat her when you get home" Minho sighed looking worried for you.

"You know I will" he nodded starting the car and driving away from your office. "I'm sorry for everything baby doll, I'm sorry for yesterday, I'm sorry for today, I'm sorry for this whole stupid plan and I'm sorry that I fuck everything I touch up"

"I love you Bin" you sniffled gripping his hand tightly.

A/N: This chapter was heavier than the others but I think it's necessary for the plot. I appreciate all your comments, reblogs or likes they mean so much to me and keep me writing. Special shout out to @christopher-bangnaldoskzz for helping a bitch out xx

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Valentine - Connor (RK800)

FemReader! Fluff, Angst??? PlusSizeReader! Heart melting love. Connor loves reader so much but didn't know what it was and after becoming a deviant he started to understand the feeling, but he also has other feelings too that he is learning about.

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part 1 part 2

After androids left their humans or at least the ones that wanted to did life as a cop became different but still the same? It's odd to think of things as normal now since the deviants or as I prefer to call them friends are all free now and happy but then again, I am a human who supports them all the way especially Connor god Connor is so handsome, and I want to tell him how I feel but he probably doesn't feel the same way. I don't know he might like me too. Tapping on my shoulder takes me from my thoughts, when I look up it's the man I'm thinking about right now. "Hey Connor, how are you?" He shook his head at me but wasn't mad or at least he didn't seem it. "Nothing much except I've been trying to get your attention for like the past hour." I looked at my phone and he indeed has been trying for an hour, He called me, texted me and even drove here to get me himself. "I'm sorry connie. I didn't mean to not respond; I was busy going through case files." He sighed but nodded. "It's okay Y/n. I get it. So, you want to go get food? I know I can't eat it but I want to go hang out with someone and hank is busy drinking so he can't come with me." I paused for dramatic effect to mess with him, but I knew damn well I was going. "Hm let me think... I would love to Connor." He smiled at me. "Okay great! I can't wait!" I giggled at his silly attitude and walked over to the coffee station; I grabbed a cup of coffee and seen Hank and Gavin which is odd considering usually they are bickering but instead it was silent except for people grabbing cups of coffee, I gabbed myself a cup and as I'm grabbing a cup Gavin as per usual is trying to flirt with me again even though I've told him repeatedly that I'm not interested but he never listens to reason. "So, you have any plans for tonight?" 'I hate him so much!' "Actually, yes I do Gavin." I smirked letting him know he did not win me over with his smooth-talking crap. "Well, who are you going out with tonight?" He tried touching my cheek, but I jerked away from him. "None of your damn business Gavin!" I looked around and everyone was starting at me in the station androids included, I looked over and seen Connor watching me with what seemed like jealousy and maybe a hint of cockiness because I was going to be his for the night, but I wasn't sure and definitely was not going to ask. I finally got home and showered and did soft not too heavy make-up and then wore a dress that hugged my curves nicely and I did my hair in some space buns. I waited for Connor to show up he was 20 minutes late, but he came finally. I smiled at him. "You look amazing Connor." He smiled back. "You look amazing as well Y/n." He walked me to the car and opened my door for me and he even buckled my seat belt. "Thanks Connor but you didn't need to buckle me in." I giggled at the end. He got nervous I could tell. "I'm sorry I just want to make sure your safe." He got in the driver side and drove me to this beautiful restaurant, and we go up to get our table and the bitch behind the thing started flirting with Connor which wasn't acceptable behavior. I scoffed at her and grabbed onto Connor's arm and tugged him into my side, so she knew to back off, but the stupid bitch was still flirting. I was getting furious until Connor pulled me from my thoughts by seating me and then himself. "Is something the matter detective- sorry I mean Y/n?" I shook my head, but he knew better that I was lying. "You can tell me if something is bothering you Y/n." I sighed because I can't deny him an answer. "I honestly am not okay the bitch that took us to our table was flirting with you and well...Just never mind! I don't want to talk about it." He looked confused and was not sure how to handle this. "I'm sorry Y/n I'm not sure what you mean?" I started giggling then it turned into laughing the whole time Connor was so confused and weirded out by me, "Connor I love you. Okay?"

The end of this one but I do plan to make more to finish this story up that being said thanks for reading please reblog and comment and have a good day/night.

[envihellbender]

An immobile feedee accidentally crushes their feeder to death

Rating: Explicit

Characters: Aspen, Damien (OCs)

Content: death feedism, feedee/feeder, fictional Reddit post

Summary: Gainer influencer tells the story about their dead feeder on AITA of all places.

r/AmITheAsshole

u/fatasspen [deactivated]

AITA for sleeping on top of my (29nb) partner (22m)? [Asshole]

So this is such a stupid thing but my partner’s family won’t let it go and are threatening legal action so I just wanna know if I’m actually in the wrong or not. I’m really certain I’m not but let’s see. Give it to me Reddit!

So, full disclosure I am 759lbs and something of an influencer in the weight gain community, I’m not a sex worker, I don’t do porn. I just show off my meals, you know that sort of thing. (I’m fatasspen on the gram & TikTok if anyone’s curious.) My partner, Damien, was reeeeally into it too. He actually used to feed me on camera, cook for me, film me, edit for me - he was the best. I really miss him! Anyway, his family never really got our lifestyle, used to make snide remarks when we went over for Christmas and Thanksgiving dinner and he’d hand feed me and insist on weighing me afterwards (said it was inappropriate. It’s not like we were fucking on the table?!!)

Anyway, so here’s what happened. Last night after he’d made me the best meal, stuffed me, and we did a good few videos, we started to get a little silly. I cannot stress enough that I was so full I couldn’t physically move at this point, but Damien loved feeling my weight on top of him! I have so many videos of him begging me to do it. He sometimes did it to feel safe, especially after phone calls with his mom and dad FYI. So he asked me to roll on top of him again, right? Hes begging me, he’s all “please Mama, I need to feel your flab all around me.” And I said sure but he has to help because he’s stuffed me soooo good. So he gets me on the hoist (we have our apartment filled with different mobility stuff for me to get around) and pulls me up. Then he lies down as he has done before and lowers me on top of him. Only this time it kinda went wrong. I knew it did instantly cause I heard a loud snap and some crunching noises, and he was really quiet, my Damien was never quiet. Maybe I should’ve moved then, cause I could feel how still he was underneath my huge, gigantic ass but … I was exhausted and stuffed. It’s not like I could’ve called an ambulance. Plus I was pretty sure he was dead so, he wasn’t gonna be any less dead if I called them then.

Whatever, so I call the ambulance in the morning after I wasn’t so stuffed and could roll off him, and I guess I kinda fucked hobby telling them I just woke up with him beneath me. I was so touched when I saw his corpse, he had a smile on his face and cum splattered over his belly. So he clearly was having a good time when he went. Anyway, so when his mom and dad found out they were furious. The hospital and police are investigating me because apparently it looks suspicious but I told them he was clearly having fun! I think they were made cause I guess his body rotted and got a little gross.

His parents have been calling me non-stop, screaming at me and telling me I killed their son. The cops have interviewed me and are opening up this whoooole investigation for no reason. We were two consenting adults who engaged in kink, we loved each other. His death was a tragic accident and I am very much mourning him too. Now his mom is even trying to stop me going to the funeral?? Can you believe that shit???

Anyway, Reddit… AITA?

Top Comments

u/mustardpackets72:

So I looked them up and something they left off was they posted photos of Damien after the event on their Instagram. Doesn’t look like he’s been rotting at all in it, but he does in the morning after ones. Fucking disgusting behaviour. I hope your fat ass gets the chair, OP. YTA.

u/remorsehorse replied:

Yeah I scrolled down and Damien looks starved and is bruised to hell. I don’t think he was there consensually…

u/stuffedworm64:

Grossest thing I’ve ever read… not convinced this isn’t fake and you’re not jacking it to this right now OP. YTA.

u/remorsehorse replied:

Its real …. Look at their socials. Yikes.

u/toastedpoptarts428

Okay so, I used to be a big fan of u/fatasspen before they met Damien and honestly none of this surprises me at all. I’m not sure why they’re lying, they have plenty of videos that are definitely porn. And it’s not like any of their fans are looking for anything different. Sure, I signed up to their Patreon and even paid for some custom content, I’m a freak whatever. I’m sure a lot of you have weirder fetishes so I’m just going to skip past that part. They’ve always had this image of the big fat mama who wants a cute feeder they can dominate and keep as a slave but it was always portrayed as like… a fantasy thing? Or so I thought until Damien appeared. In the first video on Patreon something didn’t look right, they introduced him as their new boyfriend. Except he wasn’t conscious. He was knocked out on a bed. Fatasspen said that it was just because he was so exhausted after a stuffing and fucking session. I got the ick immediately, I couldn’t explain it at the time. I commented asking about it but their fans shouted me down saying it was probably just a fantasy and to stop ruining the vibe.

At first Damien wasn’t really there. He was talking on camera a little solemnly but nothing too worrying. When he started showing up in pictures though is when I got really freaked out. His pupils were blown so much you couldn’t see his irises. He constantly had such bad bruising and cuts, his hair was greasy and whenever he spoke on camera his voice was really slurred. Me and a few others commented this and wanted FatAsspen to explain if it was a fantasy or not. We said if it was we’d shut up! Their little posse harassed us and eventually I got blocked from their Patreon, Instagram, Facebook, and TikTok. I tried reporting them but nothing came of it, and I didn’t know their address or name beyond Aspen (which may or may not be a pseudonym.)

I’m really sad it’s had this ending, and also… this isn’t the first partner they’ve had, it’s just the first one to help with their videos.

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Finally in America.

My mom is dying, hardly wakes up due to morphine.

My partner is in Japan. It's been a nightmare trying to bring him over here. I am so worried about being around my dad. I don't have money for a hotel room and am staying with him. He put me through so much emotional abuse when I was younger. I am still taking medicine to deal with the trauma. I tried five years of therapy but all my therapists could say was, "Why on earth did your dad do that?" And no one could help me because they couldn't get over how bizarre he is. I've even been asked what I did to deserve it. I need my partner here with me for support...

My brother called me Tuesday morning last week (October 8) to tell me my mom's condition deteriorated. He said wait before I make a move, he wanted to confirm with the doctors before I flew over and put my job in jeopardy.

Wednesday, October 9, my brother said please come. My partner and I both tried the US embassy's website, on his computer, on my computer, on my ipad and phone, on his phone, but the website kept kicking us out every time we tried to fill out a field.

Thursday, October 10, he finally was able to access the website and they told him to wait 24 hours while they put his information in the system before he could even have the option of trying to apply for a visa.

Friday, October 11, he was finally able to ask for an interview. They made him confirm several times that he has to pay $300 to even schedule an interview and that this money is non refundable. After he confirmed he understood, we found out the earliest available slot was January 2025. My mom doesn't have that long. We called and pleaded with the embassy and they said we could mark it an emergency and that they'd get back to us within three business days. That meant they would not touch his paperwork over the weekend.

I decided to fly out without him and wait for him here. My work said they'll have to let me go because real people devoted to the company shouldn't care about their mothers dying.

Monday, October 14, was a holiday and no one was willing to deal with my partner.

Tuesday, October 15, he was told he was approved to have an interview the next day, October 16. Then they actually told him to stop calling because if he annoyed them, they'd put his paperwork back further out of spite.

Wednesday, October 16 (time difference and all), he finally had his interview. He brought all the medical documents talking about my mom's condition. He said the interviewer listened to him and then denied his visa because she said, and I'm paraphrasing what he told me, she thought there was a possibility I'd want to stay here, and he wouldn't want to leave me and he'd become an illegal alien. She also encouraged him to apply again, even today, and said "There's a chance you'll get interviewed by someone other than me and they'll feel more sympathetic toward you and give you a visa." I'm so mad that they're basically admitting the ruling was arbitrary and they're telling him go back and spend $300 to try again, don't give up.

I'm so angry and upset and don't know what to do. I feel so alone and isolated during a time I need someone with me more than ever. I mentioned the other day to my dad I was expecting my partner to fly in any day now. My dad scoffed and said there was no way they'd let my partner in. I'm furious thinking he's right.

I don't know what to do. I sent an email to the embassy pleading my partner's case from my end and mentioning things like why I need my partner here to support me and how my dad has been blaming my brother and me for being such bad children that our mother made the conscious decision to get sick because she hates us. He's making our distress worse and having someone supportive like my partner around would make things easier. My partner also wants to meet her before she passes. I don't have ties here besides my mom and brother and want to go back to Japan as soon as possible.

I don't know what else to do. I don't even know if they'll read it, or if I was too emotional. If anyone has any advice...

I feel so lost and alone.

[autumn-foxfire]

The Spider Mansion Case! Probably one of the more sadder cases around due to why it happened T-T

Heiji, do you like Kazuha? Why are you angry she wants to spend time with you?

Shinichi is so going to be used to sitting on people's laps when he's got his original body back. He's going to climb into a car and try and sit on people's laps and won't even realise it's wrong. Kaito would enjoy it though XD Also being held around the waist by people.

I know they're whispering and people won't actually hear them but due to the fact that they keep the volume at the same level as normal speaking, it's quite funny to imagine everyone hearing the head of the house say that they might be the ones who murdered the brother.

Having no social skills is a detective thing, it seems XD

"The kid is jealous," Or maybe, Kazuha, you are in a new place and there have been mutliple deaths that you've been sent to investigate so giving her a phone would actually be a smart idea. Gosho, do you not know how humans work? I'm genuinely asking? Shinichi doesn't have to get jealous over everything. I'd say have you not heard a thing about trust but we know Shinichi doesn't trust Ran <.<

Let's have the teenager use the axe to open the door!

Hey, better assistant than a hindrance Shinichi!

A murderer is loose in the mansion! What better thing to do than look for something you've lost! Ran and Kazuha aren't stupid, Gosho, so why are you making them stupid. Oh, because Shinichi bought it her <.< Of course.

PLEASE DO TAKE HER AWAY FROM SHINICHI, KAZUHA. SHE REALLY NEEDS TO BE AND GIVEN A NICE RELATIONSHIP WITH A PERSON WHO ACTUALLY TRUSTS HER. PREFERABLY WITH A WOMEN BECAUSE WE ALL KNOW THAT'S WHAT SHE ACTUALLY LIKES.

Also stupid shit like this wouldn't happen <.<

A murder is loose and we don't know who it is! Lets just leave my friend alone in the rain! Nothing bad can happen!

Shinichi has such sharp hearing, it's so weird they also want him to be tone deaf too. They are so inconsistent with this. He knows music until he doesn't! He's tone deaf but he's also got the sharpest hearing out of he cast! Just say he can't sing Gosho (A gag we know was born because Conan is voiced by a singer).

Also, Ran, why didn't you INFORM ANYONE, instead of crying in the goddamn garage. I usually avoid insulting Ran but she was so stupid it genuinely pisses me off. She did get into this horrible situation but it wasn't just your fault Ran, Kazuha was just as fucking stupid and I am angry about it. Let's dumb down the girls so the boys can be affected by there terrible decisions for drama! The misogyny is so goddamn blatant it makes me furious.

Boys, this is called sexual assault. I don't care if it's for evidence, you don't just try and strip a person like that. It's not funny either Gosho (sorry I'm already in a mood due to the previous writing in this case).

To amuse myself, I love it when they cut to Conan talking in Kogoro's voice and this grizzled voice comes out of a seven year old. Yes, he's been smoking since he was born. His father taught him in Hawaii.

"Unusually upset," no, Shinichi, people can be close to their nieces and nephews and will burst into tears at funerals. That's kind of normal.

Well, that mother has egg on her face, doesn't she.

Shinichi not wanting Heiji to tell Robert the truth due to the man's own fragile sense of mind... Knowing that it could lead to a situation that would end in his death, but Heiji being too mad at his lack of care towards others making him say it... While they are similar, they are different too.