#more people handcuffed together in films please

[charlottenewtons]

The 39 Steps (1935) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

[hargrieve]

hargrieve’s fic recs — may

happy june and happy pride month! quick reminder that characters (yes, even your comfort character) are fictional, and that sometimes other people have other headcanons and takes on them

as usual, this is divided into emo/light fic. yes this list has yaku morisuke paired with four different people, because I believe in yaku morisuke supremacy. there is a yaku ship for everyone out there I promise

seriously if you have any umbrella academy or MCU recs please feel free to send them my way, because sometimes I miss thinking about things that aren’t volleyball-adjacent :| as you can tell I am in very very deep

FANDOMS: HAIKYUU!!

things that made me feel feelings: 

eyes on the ball (eyes on me) by daedalust @/kurapikasdad on twitter

yaku/nishinoya; rated M; 3.7k; 1/1

main timeline + yaku finding out that nishinoya is quitting volleyball

“One glance up at Yaku Morisuke, and Nishinoya is bewitched by a wildcat of a schoolboy.”

cat and bird metaphors + a whole lot of angst

planet six by panyang @/doetries on twitter

kagehina; rated T+; 5.8k words; 1/1

kageyama and hinata’s relationship through time, in a non-linear narrative

this fic is criminally underrated and is so tender

highly convincing re: kagehina endgame. this fic says they are soulmates and I believe in it so hard

if ever your fortress caves by Flumes

hiruhoshi; rated T+; 27k words; 1/1

werewolf au where hoshiumi and others are werewolves and hirugami is a vet

this fic came highly recommended to me on twitter, and it totally lived up to the hype. the schweiden adlers and msby as wolf packs is *chef’s kiss* and I genuinely enjoyed every single cameo

everyone wants to court hinata shoyo!!! so true! so valid!

no werewolf media experience necessary (but I believe this is teen wolf-y)

shrapnel by nure

yaku morisuke/haiba lev; rated Gen; 13k words; 1/1

standalone in an unconnected series about miscommunication

non-linear narrative between current situation (a couple years after lev’s high school graduation) and history (lev’s first year)

this one is also extremely underrated

fic that is a little less serious:

crushes get handcuffed for twenty-four hours by rainshowers @/nanagojou on twitter

kuroo/daichi; rated M; 6.9k words; 1/1

(self-explanatory) au where they film a buzzfeed-type video where they are handcuffed together for 24 hours

it’s pretty much what you would expect from one of those videos :) the chemistry is sizzling and the writing is great :) I love them

HUSH by mareas @/adlerstrio on twitter

ushijima/sakusa; rated M; 6.0k words; 1/1

established ushisaku where sakusa has a thing for his fingers in ushijima’s mouth

this fic is so funny and even more tender. sakusa muses about intimacy and love while totally losing his mind

rip to fujita fr

i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day by comfortcharacters @/comfrtcharacter on twitter

iwaoi; rated T+; 3.8k words; 1/1

oikawa is a residential assistant, iwaizumi is his resident, and he and sugawara are planning a holiday party for his floor

fluffy and made me smile

everyone pressure dani to keep writing her college RA-verse bc i wanna see it

melatonin and caffeine by emeraldpalace @/emeraldpalace on twitter

kuroo/yaku/daishou; rated T+; 14k words; 1/1

kuroyakushou end up as college roommates. yaku pov

this fic is absolutely delightful. the character interactions are so canon and we get to see a lot of what drives daishou. it’s also refreshing to see a college au where they are all more or less put-together

favorite fic from this list I think

recs I received in my inbox:

安心 (Peace of Mind) by itachiyams @/itachiyams on twitter

sakuatsu; rated T+; 85k words; 4/4

from the recommender: “it's basically a sakuatsu slow burn // sakusa pov from the canon events and there's lots of national team shenaningans too”

the way our horizons meet by skiecas @skiecas

iwaoi; rated T+; 43k words; 1/1

written by the same author as one of my kagehina recs from march

hello @ravenclawboys I keep meaning to read this one but I am waiting until I finish my next big task so I can fully enjoy it

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[80s4life]

The Thought Of Losing You

Word Count: 2,507

Status: Not Requested!

Fandom: Lethal Weapon 1987 {1}

A/N: This follows sort of around the ending of the first Lethal Weapon film where both Riggs, Murtaugh, and Rianne were being tortured in separate ways. I know it sounds brutal, but trust me, it isn't that bad. AND! Happy ending! (Spent all night on this!)

Relationship: Martin Riggs x Reader

Summary: When a team is formed, Roger Murtaugh and Martin Riggs are solidified together once Y/N is added to the mix, squeezing in perfectly. Although very fiery and stubborn at heart, childish games and teasing became common place for sergeant Y/N and Martin, unable to let the other out-trash their own trash talk. But, when there is a complication during the final breakthrough of the whereabouts of the heroin-trafficking cartel, Y/N is separated from the duo. Only coming together when a kidnapping sends her in a desperate spiral trying to save the people she loves, especially Riggs.

Warnings: violent themes, kidnap, manipulation, torture, violence, language, attempted!self-surrender/suicide, 18+ audience suggested, read at own risk

Masterlist Lethal Weapon Masterlist

Prompts: #67, #68, #100 (from this list @palettes-and-prompts) & #6, #8, #17 (from this list @waiting-for-motivation)

{I do not own any of the prompts, credits to original owners above, nor do I own the gif below -> @leofromthedark}

Strolling around to the back of the supposed drug dealer's extravagant condo, Murtaugh, Riggs, and I engage in light conversation, silently noting and observing our surroundings. Stopping just near the edge of the rather expensive-looking below ground pool, Murtaugh and Riggs catch sight of two brunette women inside. Rolling my eyes, I expect Riggs to do something flirtatious, a painstakingly common reaction to almost every woman he lays eyes on. Every woman... except me. Yet, I pay no mind, Riggs' crazy nature probably too much for me to handle anyway.

Murtaugh flashes his gun, indicating to the women that he is armed. In a flash of a second, just merely after he had shown his weapon, the women duck and run from within the glass-paned wall, just in time for a man to blast a shot from behind. More specifically, the source being a shed occupying the space on the opposite side of the pool we resided on, destroying bits of its siding from the sheer distance and voracity of his attempt of subduing at least one of us.

But, we came prepared, although we were slightly taken aback, Murtaugh's swift abilities with a gun coming in handy as he lands on the drug dealer's right knee, lower thigh area. Splitting off, Murtaugh and I take either end of the pool's side, desperately trying to corral the person of interest. All the while as Riggs takes the women from in the house outside and to the nearest tree, in case of them being suspects as well, handcuffing their wrists together around the tree.

Once the task is done, Riggs hurries over to our aid, following our one, sole purpose: keeping the suspect alive for questioning.

Coming around the perimeter of the pool, Murtaugh reminds Riggs of this rule, replaying it to refresh his sometimes questionable mind. This, however, does not work in our favor as the man pulls yet another gun, this time a pistol, as Riggs had went to pull the man up.

"He's got a gun!" I scream, yet it's all in vain, as Riggs tries to act just as fast as his reflexes would've allowed, lifting the man's aimed arm as the trigger was pulled.

Yelping in surprise, I clench my teeth as the copper red liquid instantly encompasses the injured area, jerking as far away from the incident as possible.

"Y/N!" Murtaugh yells, instantly coming to my side as I go crashing to the concrete floor, catching my head and my left side as I now slowly lean into the ground below me, clutching the stinging injury to the right of my abdomen.

As Murtaugh had come to my side, Riggs took care of the suspect, unfortunately not being able to accomplish our sole purpose of being here, but overall getting rid of the threat.

"Cocksucker," he all but grunts, as he makes sure to shoot the man once more, pissed at the fact that I had gotten shot, although that fact being unbeknownst to me. "I'll call the ambulance," he all put spits out some time later, not making any attempt to check on my well being nor even making eye contact, stalking back through the side gate we had entered through.

//Some time later//

Now nestled safely and securely, I lay within the gloomy walls of the hospital, hooked up with some anesthetics and monitors, all for separate purposes. The stitches surely going to leave an awesome scar, only adding to my aggravation and exhaustion as the day finally settles and the slightest of movements constantly sending sharp pains within my whole body.

The doctors, coming in every so often, had reassured me of a discharge after the course of at least 2-4 days, only needing to ensure the proper sanitary measures are used and stitches being durable and strong without issues or tears.

Staring off at one of the four blank and colorless walls, in a daze, my ears perk up at the sound of a knock on my door, followed by Roger and Martin entering the room.

Handing me a bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates, I smile at Roger as he pulls a chair beside my bed, asking, "How ya' feeling, Shortie? How're they treatin' ya' here?"

Giggling at the nickname, I respond with an, "I'm doing just as good as I can I guess. It's not so bad here either. The nurses are nice, although they're all pitiful glances and meek gestures, coming in and out as quickly as possible. I guess bullet wounds aren't their preferred cases?" I joke lightly, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

Roger catches on instantly, having caught wind on Martin's rather uncharacteristically quiet sulking in the far corner of the room. Turning to look at him briefly, he all but shrugs at me as he comes up with no response or solution to his partner's unknown issue.

Checking the time, I make up an excuse, assuming Riggs just didn't want to be here maybe? "Damn, look at the time...It's almost 9 pm guys, don't wanna be late for Trish's cooking do ya'?"

"Shit, really? Come on Riggs, you know the ass whoopin' I'm gonna get? Let's go, minus well feed you too, huh?" Murtaugh says, getting his coat and squeezing my shoulder, giving me a sympathetic look that I swipe away quickly. Riggs just gets up, side-eyeing me once quickly, but above all, ignores my presence and leaves the room. With one final look from Rog, he shuts the door, leaving me to my boredom for the remainder of my stay.

//Some time later//

Having been discharged, Roger had caught me up on the recent news, and how they had left to finish the job a day before I had gotten out of the hospital, that being yesterday evening, and it now being a full 24 hours of no communication from them.

This had struck me as odd, given that they were very advanced in their fields. Finding the whereabouts was the last big hump of every mission, the rest supposedly coming easy. This had all changed as soon as I had stepped foot onto my front porch, a not left hanging slightly within the pocket of my mailbox.

The words shocking me to the core;

"Come to xxxxxxxxxx if you want to save your partners. 8 o'clock. Sharp."

Rushing to my car, I waste no time, pulling out of the driveway and to the given destination, the time being almost too close to the deadline as I preferred it to be.

Once outside of the destination, an old, run-down warehouse stands gloomily in front of me as I slip my gun into the waistband of my jeans. Another, tucked against my ankle within my boots.

I move quietly, staying alert as I enter the warehouse quietly, instantly hit with the cries of what could only belong to Riggs, my heart wrenching. A new feeling that I instantly push aside. Following the pained screams, inching closer to the source, I catch wind of yet another's set of booming cries as well, recognizing it as Murtaugh.

With this new set of knowledge, my heart does another painful flip, as the sheer terror now courses through my veins as if it was my blood. They were the toughest men I had ever known. At least that is how I had always felt, how I feel right now, but with their pained screams, it makes me feel utterly hopeless.

Drawing my gun, I aim it before me, right beside the wall I hide on, lining it up around the corner, my full intention at being able to at least shoot down one of the three men guarding one of my teammates; their identity unknown to me at the moment with the unfortunate dimness.

Taking the shot, I hit one man, the two now swinging to guard the area, looking my direction. The man held captured, Riggs, tied to the ceiling, consistently doused in water, making the homemade shock therapy increasingly unbearable with multiple relentless blows.

"Come out now, Little Rabbit, or I pull the trigger," a booming voice commands, me now peeking out from the corner to see none other than Mr. Joshua, the man we've been after, pressing a firm gun to Riggs' limp form.

Coming out from my hiding space, Joshua motions for his goons to grab me, now taking Riggs off the hook, and into another room. The room we are led to happens to be the room Murtaugh is in, his daughter beside him, both incarcerated and handcuffed. Moving Riggs to the chair beside the pair, he is tied down just as I am, the four of us now completely helpless.

Mr. Joshua, confident and prideful of his work, moves Riggs to the center of the room, starting his interrogation, answering with beatings and threats here and there. The cause: the information given by Hunsaker on his heroin-trafficking cartel.

Just as Joshua leaves yet another powerful blow, Riggs' strength starts to run low, just watching him making me squirm in my chair, wanting nothing but to take him in my arms and drag him as far away from here as possible.

"If you have to kill one of us, kill me. Take me instead, please? Just stop! Stop all of this now," I say breathlessly, doing anything in my will to get their hands off of Riggs.

"What would I want with someone as pathetic as you?" Mr. Joshua answers bitterly.

"Information. That's all you want right? You just want details about the business, you went through all this trouble, and for what? Just to kill us in the end? I know your type. You can't get off without getting what you want, and this would've all gone to waste without it," I respond, determined now.

"So, what do you want? To strike a deal?" I nod. "So, if I let them go, you'll give me what I want?" I nod again.

"Y/N no," Riggs says, now worried about what you're going up against.

"Shut it," Joshua states strictly.

"Y/N, listen to Riggs! You can't do this!" Murtaugh adds, now borderline terrified as everyone in this room is filled with the most important people in his life, all threatened with the only thing that could take them all away: death.

"SHUT IT!" Joshua all but screams now. "Fine. I'll take you up on your little deal. However, you fuck with me, I'm killing them."

"I don't agree with you unless you cut them loose right now, and I am assured that they are out of this building," I say confidently, yet shaking with fear.

He nods his agreement, showing a security camera view from one of his computers, watching as Rianne, Roger, and Martin are all led back outside, handcuffs removed, and all moved into my car, them pulling away from the warehouse.

Pulling the computer's view away from me now, he turns to me sharply, my gaze turning upward as my arms are still strapped behind my back, behind the chair. "Now," he starts, the voice strict like a parent beginning to question a toddler, "The information. What did Hunsaker tell you?"

Taking a breath in through my nose, I exhale through my mouth as I ponder my response, "Just as much as he's told you."

With this, Mr. Joshua lets out a scream, landing a punch to the jaw, my body leaning in on the stitches. Taking notice to my sharp intake of breath from the movement, Joshua uses that to his advantage, grabbing a knife, lifting my shirt, and pressing the cool metal along the line of handiwork. The only thing keeping my skin together at the moment.

"Let's try this again, what information did you receive from Hunsaker?"

"I told you. I. Don't. Know."

"Bullshit!" He digs into the skin, smirking at the cry of agony and shaking engulf my body.

"I-I don't know anymore than you do! Please! He was killed before we got anything from him!"

"Bullshit," he answers playfully now, dragging the blade of the knife wherever he pleases now, enjoying my pleads.

As he opens up my stitched bullet wound, he goes to start at another spot, the attempt being short-lived as a bullet wound of his own goes through his skull, the source standing in the doorway alongside Murtaugh with Rianne tucked under her father's arm.

Crying now, I sigh in relief as Riggs rushes to me, cutting me loose and lifting my limp body. Carrying me to the car, we make our way to the hospital once more.

During the wait and multiple switching of rooms, Riggs stays, waiting for me, only getting up once I emerge from the exit, patched up and clean. He smirks at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, leading me to Rog's car, taking us to the only place we find comfort; his house.

//Some time later//

Getting settled in at the Murtaugh residence, Riggs and I share Rianne's room, which was so generously offered as one of the youngest decide to have a sleepover with her.

Looking over at Riggs, he looks at me, covered in open cuts and bruises, dirt and grime, and, taking a first aid kit from Rianne's desk, I make it my priority to get them fixed up.

"What are you doing?" Riggs asks, tiredly amused.

"Taking care of you, it's the least I can do," I reply determined once again.

"Awww! Someone's got a little crush on me huh?"

"Hey! When I finish patching you up, I swear to God I'm gonna kick your ass for making me worry about you," I say jokingly. Riggs replying by grabbing me by the waist and pulling me closer.

Locking eyes on one another now, I couldn't help but joke once more, adding a sly, "Is this the moment that we kiss?"

Giggling, he looks down, placing his head on my chest, murmuring, "I think I'm in love with you and I don't know what to do. I mean, I've been married before, and I- I lost her and I don't wanna lose you too- I couldn't live if you go too, I-"

Grabbing his chin, I tilt his head upwards to meet my gaze, "Look at me, Riggs. Look at me. I love you."

Eyes watering, he leans in for a kiss, my hands finding way to his hair, while his pull my hips into his lap, wrapping lightly around them. After leaning back for air, we giggle once more, leaning our foreheads against one another.

"I never want to ever feel the fear of the thought of losing you again, okay? So don't be a dumbass, Dumbass."

"Yeah, yeah," Riggs answers once more, leaning in for another kiss.

[anonil88]

Wandavision Ep. 9 (series finale) liveblog

Obviously there are spoilers below read at your own wishes im including a gif to give you more time to scroll away

The picture is the family together in fight stance omg omg let me hit play

We back right where we left off.

Yea she wants to absorb your power sis, nah fuck that Agatha you can fuck right off.

I can see the cgi in the window and car.

Oh fuck this white mother fucker. Vision please come save your wife. Ayyy my guy!

I mean is he her ex? Or just her exes body.

Multi boss battle time!

This has to be Peter from X-men just being manipulated.

Wanda really did create an entire man the only thing missing is the body.

Um we are missing a few scenes here. When did they capture Jimmy?

You handcuffed a magician? Stupid.

Cliff? Who's that?

So they are about to have a boss battle amongst civilians lmfao. They probably won't even notice what's happening.

On the nose entry of the Darkhold.

It's not her destiny to destroy the world at all. Even in the comics she fights and fights that destiny time and time again.

Oh no, angry puppets. Run Wanda run!

Mrs? Ralph is that you?

Oh it is Ralph they casted Evan Peters to tease us all about x-men im guessing.

That is fucked up to tease us with that.... I'm just saying that is fucked up.

She doesn't even know how she has done this, she really thought she was doing the right thing.

Ugh this feels like when grief gets overwhelming.

No WANDA NOOO, oh shit she really doesn't know how to control it fully at all.

Get out everyone get out!

Wtf is Agatha planning?

Oh no Vis! His soul, if only he gets closer to her.

No the boys....if only she could find a way to tether them to her and not the world she created.

She is going to try and suck wanda dry oh my lord.

Haha family stance too cute. A family that fights together, stays together? Maybe.

Ooo are together gonna fuse?

She is a hero and learning very very fast.

Ayyy boys

Monica lets goo! Take that Hayward.

Hayward is an entire bitch. Fuck him.

Oh they are gonna have a logic battle or a battle of the brains. Exactly you are both vision now kith.

Who will this new vision be? Not quite how I expected it to happen with an awakening but yay, the rebirth of vision!

But, will he stay alive at the end of this? This new vision not Wanda's remade husband.

Let's go red wiggly woos and nightmares. Destroy you with your worst fears or your regrets.

Dammit.

A witchhunt really?

No wanda not like this. Agatha is a liar and has shown that why would you trust her?

We all thought vision would die but what if it's Wanda? Oh no.

Me to Agatha Harkness:

Oh? Did she unknowingly cast another spell?

Ah ha that's why she was hitting the barrier so wanda is a visual learner.

I hope she gets that Darkhold book and reads it.

She is writing her own damn story. I know that's right.

COME ON CROWN

COME THROUGH OUTFIT

Ngl you can see they ran out if cgi budget this episode BUT I love this cute redone style of the comic book outfit. The new ones not the old ones.

Also she doesn't need you, she has a guy named Dr. Strange that she can call.

Awe this is so sweet but I know that this will end. I love that we see her vision and her boys happy all together because we do not get to see that in the comics really like all at the same time.

They are now friends in the comics that share kids, yaknow divorced parents that stay friends but can't make a relationship work.

At least for a couple moments we get a happy power family in house 2800, that get some last sweet beautiful moments.

They will live forever in her heart.....and cough eventually reincarnated cough. Their sound are very real.

I hope she saves that photo at least.

She healed and found out more about herself and who she loved, thats beautiful.

So he's not gonna tell her that he gave her vision the other back?

Awwww they are so in love and marvel doesn't even let them be happy in the comics.

I mean you literally will say hello again his body with his memories is flying outside right now.

Aww vision.

Emo wanda has returned in aesthetic. Starts playing BMTH or PTV

She's like I'm sorry, oh and she said it.

Oooo with the hood and cape on yesss. She is pretty much a rejected member of society and "herodom" now who runs off to discover herself after a really fucked up situation and then a messy engagement similar to comics. Kind of like how Peter is set up to be in the mid credit scene at the end of far from home.

Wanda really said:

Midcredit scene reaction!!

Is Jimmy gonna be director?

Coronet?

Yes a skrull! Talos heard? How? Yay Monica is going to space like she always wanted!!

AN END CREDIT SCENE!!!!!

Thats the lake from the other movie right? Uh all these wait is Thor around? Oh wonderful I love this oh yes give me Wanda educating herself with this book. And she has learned sustained working projections without creating another hex, I love that for her. Two places at once. WE GOING TO THE MULTIVERSE, which i don't think she will be a villain for.

For a finale this was just okay like not great but good enough to pass because after all this is Marvel not Starz or HBO (GOT aside). I understand now why the executive or was it director said this would be a dissapointment. A lot of people had so many theories running but even with my own theories i haven't been conflating them as definites. The only one i did was Monica's scientist and now Pietro being just Ralph revealed. After seeing last weeks episode I just said imma just fully enjoy this last episode and didn't pay mind to many of the new theories.

Anyways I'm not super disappointed this was just an okay finale. So was Legends of Tomorrow's last season finale which I still found some enjoyment in. But, I'm not as excited for Falcon and the Winter Soldier because I can tell from this episode we are going back into movie marvel action with little depth.

I really enjoy the non-officially but official MCU shows like Jessica Jones or Agents of Shield because they often do both. The depth and the action which this show did with a much larger budget. I get there are probably plot holes in this episode for time or filming restriction reasons but still like dang it. Well this has been fun thanks for whoever reads these haha.

[voxymoxyboxy]

Scrapped Secret Santa Idea

While struggling to write for my AU drabbles, I was looking at my old writing and stumbled across this abandoned draft for the Sam and Max secret santa from last year! I read it and found that I still really liked it so I thought I would publish it on here for people to read! It’s not finished, but I do really like what I wrote. Please enjoy!

The familiar thrum of the microwave sounded through Sybil’s kitchen as she leaned against a nearby counter. Little pops began a few seconds later, the smell of butter and salt slowly, but surely, washing over her like a warm bath. Thin fingers drummed against the large plastic bowl in her hands. Rather than compose a new symphony for one- though that didn’t sound too bad for her next career-, Sybil decided to cross things off a mental list.

Comfortable pajamas pulled from the depths of a bottom drawer? Check.

Snacks? Enough to feel like utter garbage come morning.

Fluffy blanket? Spread on the couch just waiting to be wrecked by her guest.

Speaking of her guest… Sybil checked her watch. It was almost eight o’clock, the time when their little girl’s night was supposed to start. Supposed to, because Max wasn’t exactly known for his punctuality. The woman sighed. If she had to guess, the lagomorph would burst through her front door at about nine, a full hour late, wide smile on-

A knock on the door startled Sybil from her thoughts. The bowl clattered to the floor, but the women kicked it aside as she made her way through the living room. Whoever was waiting outside stopped for a second, only to be begin spamming the doorbell instead. Sybil quickened her steps.

“I’m coming!” she shouted. “Just give me a second!” The ringing continued, much to the woman’s dismay.

“Sybil!” a high-pitched voice called through the wood. “What you say in the bedroom’s none o’ my business!” Nearly banging her arm against the doorknob in her hurry, Sybil threw open the door to find Max, wide teasing smirk on his face clothed in nothing more than a flimsy scarf. His hands were clasped behind his back and he rocked back and forth on his heels.

The woman rubbed the bridge of her nose but returned the lagomorph’s smile. “Good to see you Max.” She stepped to the side to let him in. “Come on in.”

Max strutted inside, a bag the woman hadn’t noticed until then clutched in his paws. Sybil raised a brow when, instead of just dumping it on her carpet, the lagomorph gently placed the bag under the coffee table. Free from potential harm and the crumb zone, the woman noted. He jumped on the couch, already making himself at home by wrapping himself up in Sybil’s blanket like stuffing in a burrito.

“So.” The lagomorph eyed the snacks on the coffee table. The woman watched as Max snatched the largest chip bag of the bunch. Ripping it open, Max dug out a handful of salty goodness and stuffed it all in his mouth. “Where’s the kid?” he asked, crumbs spraying everywhere from talking with his mouth full.

Sybil grimaced. Tomorrow would be a clean-up day for sure. “I left Penny with a good friend of mine from work.”

“What is it this time? Graphic designer?” Max picked at his teeth. “Toy making? No!” He snapped his fingers. “Mall Santa!”

“Elf, actually.” Sybil said, making her way back towards the kitchen. “Hired me on the spot after finding out I’m a mother.”

“Must be desperate to avoid any lawsuits this year.” Max commented and dumped the rest of the bag down his gaping maw. “Probably don’t wanna lose another Santa.”

“Lose another Santa?” the woman parroted, confusion plain in her voice. “I don’t remember hearing anything about a Santa being arrested last year.” Max flattened out his blanket nest so his arms were now free to move about. He grabbed a soda and popped it open.

“Whaddaya mean?” The lagomorph took a small sip before continuing. “You were there! I kidnapped you that mornin’ to help me get a present fer Sam! Near ‘bout had a heart attack when he burst in and handcuffed the bastard.” He traced the rim of the can, ears drooping a bit before shooting right back up. “Right?”

Sybil had to tread carefully.

“The popcorn’s done. Why don’t you get it while I turn on the tv?” Max was silent for a beat. While subtle, she could see his jaw tighten, grin turning forced. The grip on his soda tightened, leaving tiny dents in the aluminum. And yet, just as quickly, Max was bouncing back. Literally, as he’d jumped to his feet.

“You actually trust me to go within six feet of yer microwave?” the lagomorph said. He brushed away an imaginary tear. “I’m touched!”

“Get going before I regret my decision.”

“You probably should.”

“Go.” The woman chuckled, playfully shoving him towards the kitchen archway. Max ‘harumphed’ and left the room. Sybil rolled her eyes. It was all just for show. The guy was a drama queen through and through. What had caught her eye were the muscles in Max’s shoulders. The habit leftover from her old job as a masseuse proved to be useful, for they were tense, almost like the lagomorph was preparing to fight.

Or flee.

Sybil reached over the side of the couch and pulled out the remote. After finding the device in Penny’s mouth one too many times, she’d decided to buy one of those stupid arm slings to hold it. Admittedly, it worked pretty well. She flicked the tv on, muting it before leaning to get comfortable. Flipping through channels, the woman looked for the right one. No, no, uggh, ah-ha! Now she could really get settled in.

Before she could really hunker down, Max slid in front of the flat screen. His back faced Sybil, pristine white fur now covered by a long-sleeved purple pajama shirt, both sleeves and matching pants rolled up. Bowl held over his head, he leaped back onto soft cushions, stray pieces flying to hit Sybil’s arm and leg. Her gaze traveled over Max and she stifled laughter with a hand as she saw what was hovering over his chest.

“Merry Christmas, Ho, Ho Hoes?” she read, giggles bursting through her fingertips. For the first time that night, Max’s smile turned genuine. The lagomorph puffed his chest out, pride radiating off his person.

“Jealous?” he nearly purred.

“Hardly.”

“Green doesn’t become you, Sybil.” Max sing-songed.

Said woman gasped. “I’ll have you know it brings out my eyes!”

“Whatever helps ya sleep at night!” Max shot back.

The two started at each other for a moment before bursting into hearty laughter. Some of the tension from before ebbed away as they clutched their quickly hurting middles. Wiping away small tears, she glanced over at her friend. A weight Sybil hadn’t known about lifted from her shoulders as the rabbit devolved into giggles, stray pieces of popcorn flying everywhere.

“You know,” Sybil scootched back to her side of the sofa, "I was wondering.”

“Bout what?” Max tossed a kernel and caught it with a loud crunch.

Sybil gestured towards the television. “Why Hallmark movies?” She tucked her legs under her. “I thought you hated those.”

Max froze, caught off-guard by the woman’s question. He recovered fast, face blank as his attention turned to the movie. The woman on the screen- the heroine, Sybil assumed- walked under a garden arch adorned with Christmas lights. A man followed close behind, a look of complete adoration gracing his features. Slowly, he plopped the dish onto the middle cushion.

“Yeah,” he brought his knees to his chest, “I do.”

“Then why…?”

Max buried himself in Sybil’s blanket. He placed his chin on his knees. “How long’ve we known each other, Sybil?”

Sybil tilted her head quizzically. “About two or three years now, I think.” She paused. “Why?”

Snow began falling in the movie. The woman laughed and pulled the man towards a tackily-decorated gazebo. He followed without fail, lips flapping as he probably spouted cheesy dialogue.

“It’s funny, ‘s all.” Max said, sad little smile on his muzzle. Sybil had a feeling he didn’t really mean it. “From what I remember, it’s been at least five. But then again,” the lagomorph tapped his head, “Never did have the best memory.”

“Don’t sell yourself short Max.” Sybil scooted closer and lightly placed a hand over Max’s. He flinched but didn’t move to rip the limb off. She took it as a good sign, welling with pride as she squeezed the paw. “You’re smarter than you think. But that’s not the real issue here, is it?”

“Dunno. You tell me Miss Psychotherapist.” The rabbit tried to crack a joke, but the woman wasn’t having it.

“Max.” she said, slightly increasing the pressure on his hand. By now the soon-to-be couple were sitting on a bench found in their temporary shelter, shoulders brushing while they talked. “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong. But know, as your friend, I’m here for you.”

Max tossed the words around in his head. He pulled his hand from Sybil’s and grabbed a mug from the table, whipped cream already melted into the warm cocoa. Holding it with both paws, the lagomorph took a deep breath.

“It happened a few years. You n’me were just fuckin’ around at one of our movie nights.” His grip tightened around the porcelain handle. “Landed on the channel and had the crappy idea to mute it and write our own story.” Patiently the woman waited as Max took another swig.

“Was so stupid.” the rabbit mumbled, corners of his mouth pulling up just so. “But fun. Were laughin’ our asses off by the end of the night. When I was ‘bout to leave, you suggested we do it every year and-“

“You wanted to keep the tradition going.” Sybil finished, voice wrought with understanding.

Max sent his friend a look, mouth shutting with a clack. “Somethin’ like that.” The rabbit’s gaze wandered back to the film, pang in his chest at the woman and man twining their fingers together. “Guess I just wanted something familiar in m’life.” he confessed.

Sybil peered at her friend intently. “…Have you told Sam?”

“Hell no!” Max said. “He’s the last one I wanna tell!”

“Is something going on between you two?”

“No.” he lied, thumb running over the edge of Sybil’s mug.

“Did he do anything? Because I know the guy can be dense sometimes-”

The lagomorph shook his head. “Yer readin’ too much int’ it Sybil.”

The heroine and hero were staring at each now, the camera rotating around the outside of the gazebo in a way that had to make some people sick.

“…Has he been distant lately?” Sybil tried, sadness clawing at her throat when Max’s ears pinned against his skull. “Do you know why?”

Max bit the inside of his cheek. “No. But what I do know,” the rabbit hugged the mug closer, “is that he’s been weird round me. It’s like…” he tugged at his pajama sleeves, racking his brain for the right words, “guy’s always on edge. Just yesterday me and Sam were caught n’ the middle of a few mafia goons.”

“Tis the season.” Sybil chimes in, prompting a snort from her friend.

“Bullets are flyin’ everywhere, the smell of gun smoke heavy in the air. I take two of ‘em down no prob but then,” Max furrows his brows, “then Sam just freezes up. Had ta save his sorry ass and off the rest myself. When I asked what happened, he tried to play it off like it was no big deal!”

“How long’s this been going on?”

“Not too long after we started dating.” The lagomorph sighed. At that moment, the man pointed out a sprig of mistletoe hung on the ceiling. Trapped like rats, the two hesitate but for a beat before kissing. “Makes me feel like, like-”

“You’re the problem.” 

Max pouted. “Stop that!”

Sybil chuckled. “Sorry. Force of habit. Still.” She placed a hand on Max’s shoulder. “You should tell him. You two may be terrible at talking about anything emotional, but Sam appreciates honesty.” The woman squeezed it and slid back to her claimed space. “He’ll listen. You’ve just gotta trap him somehow.”

[thelastyetfabolousmidwestmadman]

Dark Side Of The Rising Sun Part 1

Yo what’s up!

After the success of my previous post, I’ve decided to bring a follow up where I talk about the many dysfunctions and issues facing Japan that I’ve learned in my research. Detective Conan often shows the criminal justice system of Japan in a positive light while in reality it has many issues due to the culture.

Now let me make this clear: Japan has many great things about itself that should never be ignored. However, these are real flaws that have or need to be addressed with many Japanese also recognizing them as problems.

Now I had to split this into parts as this is rather ungainly to put it all at once. If you have any questions please ask and I’ll do my best to answer them.

 Suicide

Japan has one of the highest suicide rates in the world with about 15.2 deaths per 100,000 people.

This is due to many factors such as Suicide not being considered a sin as well as historical connotations of it being a honorable way to go.

It is also considered a act of revenge, apology, and protest.

It is mostly caused today by factors such as unemployment, alienation and intense social pressure.

Japanese society is overall tolerant of Suicide but this is changing in recent times.

Another factor is the need for acceptance over individuality.

People with mental illness are often discriminated against, stopping potential help.

Internet Suicide Clubs where anonymous people make/plan suicide pacts and commit group suicide are a major issue.

If you kill yourself via Shinkansen, your family will be fined heavily. It is also the cause of half of the train delays and referred to as a human incident.

Tall buildings have mandatory suicide fences to prevent people from jumping off. When they succeed, they take off their shoes before hand.

It is common for suicidal people to take insurance policies and wait a year or two to go through with it so their families would be okay.

Ikka Shinju or family suicides are when the entire family kills themselves together due to Asian views of the family. When the parents kill their children before themselves, this is called Muri-Shinju or murder suicides.

Oyaku Shinju or parent-child suicide are where a single parent kill their children along with themselves.

Drownings, overdoses, hangings, and jumping off places are the most common form of suicide.

Judiciary

Traditionally, the judge is hated more then the lawyer is in the west as the Judge is often viewed as a symbol of the Japanese nobility judging the common man.

If you are sent to trial, you are certain to be convicted regardless of innocence due to the countries 99% conviction rate. (Really makes Eri’s work more awesome and badass doesn’t it?)

The Japanese supreme court is one of the most conservative in the world, rarely ruling against issues that are blatantly unconstitutional and anti human rights. As a result, one of the more positive proposals for amendments of the Constitution is the creation of a separate Constitutional Court.

If you are sent to death row, you will never be told in advance when you are going to die.

Culturally, once arrested the person is automatically considered guilty.

Police are often reluctant to overturn convictions as they insist that only guilty are arrested and convicted.

The law when a child is considered criminally responsible is 14.

Judges are often pressured into making convictions as their careers are negatively affected by a not guilty verdict.

Prosecutors are given the choice not to pursue a case regardless of sufficient evidence.

Prisoners in Japan, while somewhat treated better then much of the world due to it’s focus on rehabilitation instead of punishment, have to follow strict military style regulations from minor things such as being forced to fold the bed, or to wash your face to more draconian measures such being beaten if you don’t march or sit the wrong way.

In turn, many have inadequate access to medical care as they don’t have many options for their healthcare.

It can take months or years before you are tried, meaning that a right to a speedy trial is completely nonexistent.

“Periods of reflection” where inmates are forced to be handcuffed, gagged and placed in solitary, are often not recorded by the warden.

Foreigners are forced to speak and write in Japanese.

Drug Use

It is considered vastly socially unacceptable to do narcotics in Japan.

Most drug addicts are even considered to be not human.

If a celebrity is caught doing drugs, his career is automatically fucked and he is blacklisted from the industry, as well as erased from current projects.

The most commonly sold drug is methamphetamine. This started after World War II due to Meth being legal for soldiers to consume in order to stay up late on petrol as well as from occupying Americans. After the was, it became a huge epidemic for 12 years.

Marijuana use has risen among youth. Despite it having little danger as well as medicinal uses, it is widely considered evil, with the law having no tolerance.

Overall, Japan has little drug use compared to the rest of the world due to the cultural taboo and strict laws. However, there are signs that it is being vastly under counted,

Most illicit drugs are imported from Taiwan and South Korea due to it being near impossible to grow it natively but it is becoming increasingly hard to do so.

Drugs overdoses are criminally under diagnosed.

Epidemics often occur due to low periods of economic growth and recessions. (Examples include the postwar period, the 70′s, and the Lost Decade after the Bubble Economy burst in 1989)

It is common for your family or doctor to call the police once you admit there is a problem. Then you are forced to take a urine sample and if it tests positive you are immediately arrested.

A lot of doctors open pharmacies to add to their income. As a result, many oversubscribe prescription drugs.

Hypocritically, Alcoholism is completely tolerated and not treated as a addiction due to alcohol being considering purifying in Shinto, a cure, and Japan having a intense drinking culture.

Child Abuse

For the most part, physical child abuse is considered a private issue and often ignored. While things are slowly getting better, Japan still has a long way to go. (Imagine if Kogoro did what he did to Conan in the west. Child services would be on him like a fly swatter.)

Child services often return the children to their parents even if they say their abusing them as the counseling centers need the parents to admit to their abuse.

It is a complete myth that Japan’s age of consent is 13. That is only the lowest one could set it. Most prefectures are set at 16 or higher. In turn, child molestation of those under 12 is heavily punished. However while vaginal rape of children is illegal, basically just about everything else as long as it’s statutory is basically alright.

Enjo Kosai or compensated dating is the practice of Teenage Girls to go on dates with older men in exchange for money and gifts. While not necessarily always leading to prostitution is treated as such and the girls are often blamed if they are hurt in the process.

Child sex trafficking of migrants is a serious issue and they are often treated as criminals and sent home without counseling.

Adoption of children is rare and frowned upon so many of them have to gro up in centers.

Children of unmarried couples are discriminated against due to the violation of the traditional Ie system and do not have the same protections or privileges of married couples because of its Koseki system.

Men are not obligated to pay child support and it’s near impossible to get them to legally as they can simply hide their finances by not telling them. Plus only one person can be named on the custody sheet.

Child Pornography was effectively decriminalized until 2014. No seriously.

Sexual Harassment/Assault

Domestic violence victims are disabused from coming forward due to the idea of bringing shame to their family.

Stalking cases are rarely taken seriously by the police

OH THERE”S WAY MORE BUT THIS LIST IS DARK ENOUGH SO LET”S SAVE THIS FOR A LATER DATE.

Working Conditions

Idols are heavily exploited and forced to follow strict rules such as having no social life, banned from having a boyfriend, etc. This is because they are supposed to sell a image of innocence and be there exclusively for their fans.

Anime creators are often forced to work long hours with little pay. This has resulted in a slump in the industry with very few new hires so they are forced to rely on the older animators whose health may fail sooner rather then later.

Funds are rarely given to films with artistic intent or that are political in nature, resulting the film industry suffering compared to the more internationally regarded South Korea.

Police Corruption

Until recently, Japanese police would work with organized crime to lower crime. The only reason they stopped was not out of concern for the everyday citizen but because they were embarrassed by the Yakuza when they began to show up more publically.

The media is often laughably compliant to the police, with they rarely offering a critical lens.

Police have undue influence on the Pachiko industry, with many retired officers being hired as muscle and for advice.

It is quite common for officers to embezzle from their slush funds.

In a effort to cover up crime, police often refuse to investigate mysterious or suspicious deaths, preferring to label them as accidents or suicide.

Police are often anti migrant and sexist to a fault.

It is neigh impossible to get a wiretap going due to rigid privacy laws.

Even the police can’t fire weapons as you need approval to even loose your gun so many officers have never fired a bullet.

Government Incompetence/Corruption

Voter Apathy is super high, with many elections having hilariously low turnout.

Many politicians have Yakuza connections, with the gang members serving as bodyguards and canvassing for votes.

Votes in the countryside are worth two compared to urban ones.

A lot of politicians are completely out of touch and constantly have to resign for gaffes (racism, sexism, historical revisionism, etc.)

Political acts are based on group consensus so it can take a long time to get meaningful reform done.

Criticism and debate is ironically frowned upon, with open criticism within a party being effectively banned.

Cronyism is common. While for the most part Japanese politics is based on expertise, many politicians are awarded ministries based on their support for the leader.

The NHK (Japanese version of the BBC) is largely neutral and free but the current Japanese government can dictate what it is to focus on temporarily.

Press Clubs are often given exclusive access to interviews and information from the government, so they get biased preferential treatment.

Okay I guess the point of this list is to bring attention to these issues and expand the opportunities of where to go when it comes to dark DC fanfiction. Don’t worry, here’s a cute Conan to make you smile!

[snowdice]

Folds in Paper (Chapter 7: Not Much Has Changed but They Lived Underwater)[Folds in Time Universe]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Janus/Patton, Remus & Roman, eventual Logan/Virgil (maybe more)

Characters:

Main: Janus, Patton, Remus

Appear: Remy, Emile, Virgil, Logan, Roman

Summary: Janus, a disillusioned senior agent working for the Time Preservation Initiative, struggles to find meaning in a world where time travel could change everything about your life’s history in less than a moment. When time distortions start popping up, threatening the timeline and the fabric of reality as he knows it, it becomes a race against the clock to fix the damage before everything unravels. And the problem with time travel… you never how long you have before the clock strikes 12 and your time is up.

With a partner who has more mysteries in his past than Janus had anticipated and an enigmatic free agent time traveler mucking about time always with a clever pun or a time appropriate pet name on his lips, Janus will need to figure out what went wrong with time, and more importantly, how to fix it.

Chapter Summary:  

Stood there with my neighbor called Peter

And a flux capacitor

He told me he built a time machine

Like one in a film I've seen, yeah

He said

“I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed, but they lived underwater

And your great-great-great-granddaughter

Is doing fine

Doing fine" 

-”Year 3000″ by the Jonas Brothers

(Can you spot all of the horrible, horrible puns and references??)

Notes: Time travel AU, mystery, enemies to lovers, alcohol

This is a fic I’ve been writing on study breaks that you have probably all already seen at this point. I’ve slightly edited it for wording and grammar, but not for content from my previous posts. Feel free to send in asks to direct it because I’m not 100% sure where this is going and you can help decide if you feel so inclined! You can see the process I went through to build this at this link.

I also have a playlist on youtube (because Spotify didn’t have one of the songs I wanted).

AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

“Him,” was the only thing Janus said before taking off after the figure who had just disappeared into the games area.

“What?” Remus’s voice followed after him. “Janus! What?!”

Janus did not pause, continuing to run after Pat and bounding over two barricades as a shortcut to the protest of some of the workers. Janus cursed when he lost sight of the man for just a moment near the prize table filled with colorful goldfish, but he was able to spot him once again walking into one of the game tents. Janus blasted into the tent after him.

The game taking place in the tent was apparently one where they raced rats, and when Janus entered, Pat was cooing at one of said rats. “Who’s a tiny little squishy precious baby?” he was asking while wiggling his pointer finger at it.

“You,” Janus growled stepping up to him.

Pat turned and tilted his head at Janus with a frown. “Um, me?” he asked, pointing to his chest, all sorts of innocent, but Janus could see a spot of hidden amusement in his eyes.

“Where is it?”

His eyebrows drew together, but it was an act. It was clearly an act! “Where is what?”

“The…” he glanced around at the people surrounding them. They were already getting odd looks. “Thing you just took.”

“I didn’t take anything,” Pat said with a frown.

“Oh, no,” Janus said. “Fool me once, shame on you. Fooling me twice is not an option.”

“I’m sorry sir,” Pat said. “I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bull. Shit.”

Just then, the colorful blob of paint that was Remus jogged into the tent. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“It’s him,” Janus said pointing. “He took it. He has it.”

“I… don’t know what you’re talking about,” Pat said. He looked over to Remus with a confused frown.

Remus looked at Janus. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Janus said. “It’s him. It has to be him. He’s the mask guy.”

Remus squinted at Pat. “He is?”

“Whoever you think I am, I’m not. I haven’t worn a mask all night. I just did the face paint,” he pointed to his cheeks.

Remus raised his wrist and his timepiece lit up green. He looked at Janus.

“I lost sight of him for five seconds. He must have stashed it somewhere,” Janus said. He turned on Pat. “Where did you put it?”

“…Are you,” Pat asked, his eyes going back and forth between Janus and Remus, “… the police?”

“We are, actually,” Khalid said as she stepped into the tent. Remus must have called her. She inserted herself between Janus and Pat. “Agent Khalid,” she said, offering a hand with a smile. Pat looked at it in surprise and then smiled back hesitantly as he took it. “Apologizes, one of the big game prizes was stolen by someone matching your description. Would you mind coming down to security for questioning? Just to clear it up.”

“Oh,” Pat said, hesitant. Janus expected him to refuse outright, but then he said. “Uh, sure.”

“Thank you very much, Mr…”

“Jonas,” Pat told her earnestly. “Do I need to be handcuffed?”

“No,” Khalid said. Janus frowned at her, but she ignored him. “It’s just a talk for now.” She gestured to the tent entrance. “Come with us.”

He did without argument, and Remus and Janus followed behind the both of them. Khalid did not lead them back to the base, but to a little spot that said “security” near the center of the event. Remy was already there waiting for them at a desk.

“Remy, would you please take Mr. Jonas to go sit down?” she asked.

“Sure, boss,” Remy said, standing up. He led Pat away.

Khalid turned to Janus and Remus once they were out of earshot. “What is going on?”

“It’s the mask man,” Janus said, “the one from 1923, and my scanner said the time bomb was on the Millenia Bird outside the games entrance, but then it was gone the next second, and I saw him, and then he ran away.”

“So, does he have it on him?”

“No. I lost sight of him, and he must have stored it somewhere, but I know he took it.”

“He’s the man from 1923?” she asked.

“Yes! Remus, that’s him, right? You recognize him.”

“Well,” Remus said thoughtfully. “He was in a mask, and it was dark in the room with the necklace. Other than that, I only really saw his back, and he was wearing pants. Mr. Jonas is wearing a dress, so I can’t really tell if their asses match.”

“Okay, but I was with him for hours. I swear it’s him, and I swear he took it,” Janus just about shouted.

“We’ll question him,” Khalid placated, “and Fred and Lena will keep looking in the meantime.”

“He knows where it is,” Janus insisted. “I swear.”

“Okay,” Khalid said, before leaving to follow where Remy and Pat had gone. She stopped Janus with a hand on his shoulder. “I think Remus and I will do the interrogation.” He opened his mouth to argue. “You know the most about him, so observe from the sidelines and see if he makes any mistakes that indicate you’re right.”

“That’s just to placate me and you know it.”

“Observation’s over there,” she said pointing.

He got a thumbs up from Remus as he walked by, and Janus glared at his back before walking off to the indicated location. He watched as Remus and Khalid entered the room, and Remy left it. Remy joined him in the observation room after leaving and leaned against the wall.

Pat was sitting at a table and watched Remus and Khalid with that same rubbish placid confusion that he had before. “So,” Khalid said, “Mr. Jonas.”

“You can call me Nick,” Pat interrupted.

“Lia,” Khalid replied. He smiled at her happily. “So, are you enjoying your day?” she asked.

“I am!” he replied. “It’s a big day. You only get to see the turn of a millennia once in your life, and so much as changed in the last 1,000 years. I’m a bit disappointed we can’t live under water yet though.”

“Ah, yes,” Khalid said. “Doing anything special for it?”

“Um, not really,” he said. “other than the city block party. I’m going to meet up with my roommates after dinner. Kevin doesn’t like this sort of thing, and Joe couldn’t come.”

“Your roommates,” Khalid said, considering him. “Do you live around here?”

“Uh huh,” Pat replied.

“Do you have any ID?”

“I do, want me to get it?”

“If you wouldn’t mind.”

Pat unzipped one of the bubbles on his waist and handed her a chip. “Clockson, would you mind going out and getting the ID scanner?” she asked, even though her timepiece would be able to read it.

“Ah, shit,” Remy said. “Props. What do those things even look like?” As Remy scrambled to find something that would pass for an ID reader so ‘Nick’ didn’t get suspicious of Khalid using her timepiece, Janus watched the two alone in the room like a hawk.

“I see you’re wearing a dress inspired by the 2770s,” Khalid noted, as Remus came to stand next to him.

“Yeah!” Pat replied. “Joe made it for me. He’s really good at fashion design!”

“Can I see?” she asked.

With a happy smile, he reached over the table to let her get a look of the sleeves. Janus saw her subtly scan the fabric, probably to make sure it was from the 2990s and not actually from the 2770s. Considering she didn’t mention it, Janus assumed it checked out.

Remy came back with some sort of device then and handed it to Remus who saluted and wandered back into the interrogation room. Khalid pretended to scan the ID in her hand. She handed it back to him without comment. “So, you said you live with your roommates: Joe and Kevin?” she asked.

“Yep!” he replied. “We’re practically like brothers.”

“Would you mind calling them?”

“Erm,” he titled his head like he was confused by the question. “Well, like I said, Joe is a bit busy, but I could definitely call Kevin.

“Here,” Khalid said, “use my phone.”

“I have my own,” he said with a frown. He took out a phone which checked out as being from 2998.

“Humor me,” she requested shoving her own phone at him.

“Uh, okay,” Pat agreed. He took the offered 2999 phone and dialed a number on it. Khalid reached over to put it on speaker.

“Hello?” a voice asked after a few seconds.

“Um, hey Kevin, it’s Nick.”

There was a sigh on the other end. “Hello Nick, is something wrong? Why are you calling me from someone else’s phone?”

“I’m fine, I think.” He looked up at Khalid. “Why am I calling him exactly?”

“Hello, I’m Officer Khalid,” Khalid said. “I just wanted to confirm that you are Nick Jonas’s roommate, and he does live in Manaus.”

“Yes, we live together with our other roommate,” the man replied flippantly. “Officer? Is something wrong?”

“I believe there was just a case of mistaken identity,” Khalid said.

“Bullshit there was!” Janus hissed, though she could not hear him.

“No need to worry,” Khalid continued.

“I’m good Kevin,” Pat said.

“Are you absolutely sure?” Kevin asked.

“Don’t be Paranoid, Kevin. I’ll see you Tonight for the New Years Celebration. You know I Live to Party.”

“I am hanging up now,” Kevin said.

“No! Comeback.” The line went dead. Pat handed the device back to Khalid.

She took it and smiled at him. “Give us just a couple of minutes,” she requested. He nodded easily, and she and Remus exited the interrogation room. “I… think we’re done here,” Khalid said.

“No, he’s lying,” Janus insisted, and got a dubious look in return. “I know he is! Remus!”

“The alibi is pretty solid…” Remus said, “and he doesn’t have the bomb on him.”

“Oh, come on,” Janus said. “You can’t say there is nothing fishy going on here.”

Khalid and Remus shared a look. “Janus,” Khalid said. “I respect your intuition. It is usually very good, but you have been a bit intense about the man from the 1920s, and I think that may be blinding you a bit...”

“I am not imagining this!” Janus said. “That’s him and he took it.”

“You only met him once while he was wearing a mask,” Khalid pointed out with a frown, “and you didn’t see him take the bomb, did you?”

“No, but he looked at me and I knew,” Janus argued. They both gave him a skeptical look. “Oh, come on!”

“You know that’s a little weak, Jan,” Remus said.

“Let me talk to him,” Janus requested. “Just give me five minutes to talk with him.”

Khalid raised one eyebrow. “Fine,” she agreed. “You have five minutes, but after that, you have to let it go. We can’t waste any more time.”

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[ladyanput]

Part2 of Mari adopting Alya's kid (I forgot if I said boy or girl). Mari had briefly dated Adrien but both prefered to be bffs and when she got together with Nino they fell in love and after 6 months they get married while Alya's kid was 2 years old and adopted the kid. Mari and Nino had 4 kids together 2 sets of twins a year apart and the fashion and movie industry love the family. (Nino got famous as a dj and movie director while Mari a fashion designer who helps Nino in his movies)

It was a place of love. Nino was so happy, to have the love of a beautiful, hard working wife, a daughter that grew into a sensational movie star, and twin teen boys who enjoyed their time in the limelight.

"The movie is trending." Marinette said from her side of the bed, smiling over at her husband, soon setting down her cell phone and snuggling into his side, only to receive a soft kiss from Nino. "I told you it would be."

"It was because of Daphné. She's the star of the movie." Nino said, shrugging as he embraced his wife. He had gone over many actors with Adrien, who remained a close friend of the family, so close that he and Kagami were the children's god parents.

Adrien and Nino made sure neither put their children into any big industry like modeling or acting. They wouldn't submit their children into that kind of abuse like Gabriel had done to his son. But when Nino's daughter got older and begged to act, he gave in. And as he read the reviews, he knew she would quickly become a big name in the film industry. And he was proud.

"It's also because of you." Marinette beamed as they shut off their lamps and settled into bed, cuddling close. She grabbed his hand and their fingers laced together. "Prepare to be known worldwide now, Mr. director."

"I love you, Nette." Nino whispered, kissing the top of her head.

"I love you too, Nino.."

---

Daphné Lahiffe rolled her eyes as she kept getting texts from her twin brothers . Florin and Hadrian were pains, but she loved her brothers. Brothers with large blue eyes, mops of messy black hair, and made girl's hearts throb.

While Daphné had grown into a real beauty. And now she was an actress. The attention was already starting, many people staring after her as she walked along the streets of Paris. Many ran up and asked for her autograph, she even took a few photos with some people.

Though it was a bit much, the attention wasn't unwelcome. She had signed up for this, afterall.

"Excuse me, Daphné?" A woman's voice brought Daphné from her thoughts. She turned around and saw a woman at around forty years away, standing not too far from her. "Daphné Lahiffe?"

"Yes?" The young actress eyed the woman. She was tall, a bit of the bigger side, dressed in jeans that were far too tight, and a blouse. Her reddish brown hair, streaked with a lot of grey, was pulled back into a bun. A pair of hazel eyes peered through her thick rimmed glasses. "Can I help you?"

"My name is Alya." The older woman walked up to her, smiling brightly at her. "I'm your mother."

---

"You're my mother?" After her initial shock, Alya had offered to take Daphné to a nearby café to talk. So here they were, seated and talking. " Why should I believe you?"

"No, you didn't think you got your good looks from your father, now did you?" Alya laughed, then slid a small, folded up photo across the table. It was of a younger looking Alya and Nino, on a hospital bed with Alya holding a small baby. "I'm your mother, Daphné. I loved you more than anything, until your father kicked me out."

"What?" Daphné's brows drew together in confusion.

"You were barely two months old... Your father was having an affair with that horrible woman, Marinette... He kicked me out so that he could be with her." Alya wiped away a year she managed to force up. "He wouldn't let me have you, he threatened me to keep me away."

"Then why come just now?" Daphné's eyes narrowed as she stared at her birth mother, crossing her arms.

"Because you're old enough to understand now. You can realize how much he's hurt your mother." Alya reached out, setting a hand on her daughter's arm, only to scowl when she stood. "Where are you going?"

"Even if a fraction of what you said is true, my mother and father are nothing like what you said." Daphné snapped, taking a few bills out of her purse and tossing them onto the table. "If you're wanting money, here! Don't ever talk to me again!"

And with that, she stormed out of the café.

---

"Mama, papa!" Daphné came storming into the living room, tears in her eyes.

Nino and Marinette, who had been watching a movie with the twins, were on their feet in an instant and rushed over to embrace their daughter.

"What's wrong, are you hurt?" Her mother whispered, stroking away the tears gentle.

With a sniffle, Daphné began to tell them everything.

Once she was done, Nino and Marinette exchanged a look. They had always thought this was going to happen someday.

"Daphné, while some of what Alya said was true, such as her being your birth mother, me kicking her out of the apartment... But Alya never once asked to have custody of you, to meet you. I met Marinette again after I divorced her." Nino explained, kissing his daughter's forehead. "You know we love you."

"Does it bother you, that I didn't give birth to you?" Marinette whispered, a nervous expression flickering across her face. Daphné turned and hugged her tightly.

"You're my mother, why would it bother me? I love you. You're my mama, not her.." Daphné whispered, and Marinette embraced her tightly.

The family enjoyed a nice dinner together, their phones off as they didn't want to be disturbed. Adrien and Kagami came by, and had a little party, a celebration for last night's big hit at the premiere.

There was a knock at the door. Nino, joyful, went and answered the door. His smile vanished instantly when he saw Alya, who threw her arms around him and kissed him fiercely.

"Alya?!" Nino shoved his ex wife away and stared at her in shock. "How the hell did you get past security?!"

"I have my ways." Alya grinned, stepping into the main hall, admiring the glamour of the house. The house that should have been hers. "I'm here to take you back, Nino."

"I beg your pardon?" Nino wiped the lip gloss off of his mouth and shot her a glare. Adrien stepped into the main hall with Marinette and Kagami, but he quickly pulled them back, out of sight, to eavesdrop. "Alya, please, leave, before I call the police."

"You know that you've missed me, Nino. I mean, look at out daughter, she looks just like me. You must have thought of me every day. And you bought this house! This is the house you and I planned on buying once we got famous." Alya grinned, stepping up to him, setting her hands on his chest.

It scared Adrien how much Alya's actions reminded him of Lila. She's the one that most likely taught Alya these moves.

"I bought this house with my wife. I thought of building my life with HER here, you never crossed my mind once." Nino roughly grabbed Alya's wrists and shoved her away. He looked pissed now. "I don't ever want you back, you assume too much, you don't appreciate the things you have, Alya, and you're selfish! You push and push and push, but don't like it when life pushes back! That's why I'll never ever want you back! You're ungrateful and spiteful, and take a liar's word over your own husband's!"

"I agree." Marinette stepped into the hallway, taking Nino's hand as she glared harshly at her former friend. "I highly suggest you leave, Alya."

"I'm not going anywhere! I am his wife! Alya says since he still has my daughter, I have every right to everything he has!" Alya pointed hard at Nino.

"... Why the hell are you still listening to Lila?" Adrien stepped into the room, Kagami close behind, talking into her cell phone.

"Because she's married to an important CEO in Italy, she has to know these kinds of things." Alya looked smug as she crossed her arms. "You really missed out on her, Adrien."

"She's a waitress downtown." Kagami spoke up, meeting Alya's shocked gaze. "Single, leeching off of older, rich men to survive..."

"You still don't do your research, Alya." Marinette sighed sadly, as police lights lit up the windows. Panic filled Alya's expression and she looked ready to bolt, but Nino reached out and grabbed her arm.

"You're not going anywhere." Nino hissed.

Alya looked at the faces. The faces that were once her friends. Her eyes darted around, before landing on Daphné, who was lingering in the doorway to the kitchen. A smile of relief crossed Alya's face.

"Daphné, please, you know family is important, right? Come help your mother!"

Daphné's eyes narrowed and she strode right up to Alya, until they were nose to go.

"You never have been and never will be my mother. My mother is Marinette Dupain-Cheng Lahiffe, twenty times the person you ever will be.." Daphné hissed, stepping back, and taking her mother's hand.

Alya stared. She kept staring when the police entered the house. She stared at the police handcuffed her and took her to their cruiser. She stared back at the house that should have been hers. At the husband that should have been here, the daughter that should have been hers.

But now, now Marinette had it all. Every single thing Alya had wanted.

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[breakingsomething]

the fall - part two (evil jackie's back by popular demand)

basic summary: something's wrong with jackie, and marvin's going to find out what

trigger warnings: blood and injury, being kept in captivity, violence

something was definitely wrong with jackie.

all of them had noticed it recently. jackie came home late every night, sometimes shaking, sometimes completely nonverbal, sometimes being loud and brash and talking too much about nothing at all. once, chase told marvin he had seen him come in with a streak of blood on his face and when chase had pointed it out, jackie had gotten overly defensive and yelled at him to mind his own. none of them were able to properly speak to him without jackie shutting down. it was worrying, to say the least. marvin was afraid for him.

the day it all changed was the day he found jackie having a full blown panic attack on the kitchen floor.

"hey, hey, jackie!" marvin cried, racing to his brother's side and falling down next to him, careful not to touch him in case it set him off more. jackie struggled for breath, wrapping his arms around himself and ducking his face down into his knees. "jackie, breathe for me, k? what's up? did something - are you ok, are you hurt?"

"shut up," jackie gasped, shaking but still trying to push mavin away. "shut up, i'm fucking fine, leave me alone, please leave me alone."

marvin made a noise of protest. "bro, i can't leave you alone when you're in this state, i -"

"leave me the fuck alone!" jackie suddenly screamed, and he shoved marvin back so hard he fell into the kitchen table and smacked his head off the wooden legs. when he sat up again, jackie was frantically scrubbing tears from his burning face, desperately trying to hold back sobs and trembling.

marvin didn't know what to do. he had so much he suddenly wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it.

"i'm sorry," he eventually said softly. he twisted his hands together in his lap. "didn't mean to…"

jackie just turned his head away and said nothing.

enough was enough. marvin gathered his courage and spoke. "what's… jackie, what's been up with you lately? you've been acting so strange, me, henrik and chase were wondering -"

"oh, you guys are all talking behind my back, are you?" jackie spat, and marvin was horrified by the rage in his eyes. "talking about how weird i am, you think i'm g-going insane too?"

marvin shook his head rapidly, stunned. "jackie, no!" he said disbelievingly. "who - who said you were insane?"

jackie shoved his face into his knees and didn't respond, curling into himself and trembling.

marvin leaned forwards, biting his lip. "jackie," he murmured. "you're not - you're - jackie, we love you no matter what you do. ok? you're a good guy. you do good things. and no matter what you think is wrong with you, we'll be here to help you through it. you hear me?" he thought about putting a hand on jackie's back to reassure him, but decided against it. "we love you."

jackie still said nothing, so marvin stayed with him until he was more or less ok and he mumbled an excuse about needing to go see a friend of his before leaving the house.

marvin decided to follow him.

it was a rash decision; he gave it maybe thirty seconds of thought before doing it, which was more than he gave most things he did. all he had to do was cast a spell of invisibility on himself, which was a spell he'd discovered a couple months back and had been using to prank the others around the house. marvin considered using his more recently discovered soundlessness spell, but he still wasn't sure how it worked, and it turned out he didn't need to, either. jackie didn't appear to even know anyone was following him - he was walking quickly with a pair of headphones in, weaving through the streets and alleyways without a second thought. as they got deeper into the city, passing into the less crowded part where the graffiti on walls grew more frequent and the streetlights got dimmer, marvin began to worry that it had been a mistake to do this.

he was surprised when jackie stopped at a small, empty shop, looking dirty and abandoned. he glanced around to see if anyone was watching, looking right through marvin, before unlocking the door with a key hidden inside his wristbands and pushing his way inside. marvin dashed forward just quickly enough to catch the door and slipping in, only thinking for a brief moment that this was his last chance to back out before the door closed and jackie relocked it with a loud click. well, marvin was stuck in this now.

the shop looked very normal, shelves lining the walls and running through the centre of the room - the only odd thing was that they were completely empty, and everything was covered in a fine layer of dust and grime. marvin didn't get a lot of time to look around however, as jackie made an immediate beeline for the back of the shop and darted round the cash register to open a door that marvin hadn't even seen. marvin quickly went after him, the door almost closing on his ponytail before he could pull it through and gape at his new surroundings.

he was in a white hallway. a very long white hallway, like something he'd see in a science laboratory in a film, no windows or doors in sight except the big silver door at the end. marvin watched, open mouthed, as jackie punched in a code and went through, revealing - another hallway. what had jackie been doing in his spare time?

three more doors they went through, before they got to one that was seemingly bigger than the rest. the door was surrounded by weird science-y looking gadgets, which jackie used to scan his hand and type in several more things, most likely passwords of some sort. marvin tried to keep note of them in his mind, but there was so many numbers and letters that he couldn't keep track of. at this point, he was fucking terrified. part of him wished he could turn back and run back home to henrik and chase, just so he wouldn't have to see whatever jackie had been hiding from them.

when the door finally opened, marvin hesitated before following his brother inside. so much security for one sketchy place hidden underneath an abandoned store, and with the way jackie had been acting lately - marvin didn't want to think. didn't want to know. honestly, he hoped it was maybe some kind of weird secret hideout that he was keeping secret for some reason. maybe. maybe that was why he came here so often lately. marvin squeezed his eyes tightly shut as he went in, not wanting to face whatever it was he was going to see.

he regretted looking as soon as he did it.

a small room. no furniture. no windows. just a single light above the door and a man, a man who looked like he'd seen death and who was glaring up at jackie defiantly as soon as he came in. his face was bloody, plasters covering his mouth and greasy brown hair falling into his face. he was wearing a bloodstained grey t-shirt and ripped jeans, his arms handcuffed behind his back to a black pole on the wall. he had a bruise over one of his brown eyes, which glittered even in the dim lighting.

anti. anti. it was anti. anti who had stabbed marvin, anti who had kidnapped henrik, anti who had stolen chase's kids away. anti who had been jack's. anti who had ran away. it was anti. anti.

marvin was going to throw up.

without a word, jackie slung his bag off his back and tossed it to the floor, getting down and rooting through it for something. marvin could see and hear how heavily anti was breathing, making sharp whistling sounds and his chest rose and fell. fuck, it was really him. marvin stared at him and tried to swallow back the bile that was rising in his throat.

"here," jackie mumbled, and tossed something towards anti, causing him to flinch back, glitching in place. it was a sandwich, wrapped in clingfilm. next came a bottle of water with the label removed. anti blinked, and jackie stood again and made for the door.

anti whistled weakly, getting jackie to turn back round. "what?" then he noticed anti nodding towards his hands, making displeased sounds in his throat. jackie smirked. "oh, you need some help there, anti?"

he crouched down next to anti and snorted, pulling a knife from his back pocket and tapping it on anti's shoulder. "do you want me to take off the handcuffs so you can eat your food?"

marvin's heart raced. fuck, fuck, this couldn't be happening. this couldn't be his brother, his big brother couldn't be the one doing this. this had to be some kind of trick, some kind of fucking nightmare.

his brother was a kind man. a hero. he saved people, he hugged his brothers and brought them food when they were upset, he brought home treats and shared silly stories. he lifted chase's kids onto his back and ran around the garden with them so they could pretend they were flying. he cared. he loved. he didn't tie people up and hold them in a tiny, dark, locked room and beat them half to death - which, by the looks of anti, was definitely what must have happened. no, no. this couldn't be right. couldn't be real.

marvin jumped when he realized anti was staring right at him, eyes wide. he stepped to the side, gasping softly when anti's eyes followed him. he could see him somehow. how could anti see him?

jackie watched anti, then suddenly whipped round. marvin froze, his blood running cold. his only thought was that his spell had worn off and jackie could see him, could see he'd followed him here and seen what he'd done. he didn't dare to breathe, his head spinning with sickening fear.

"what were you looking at?" jackie demanded, whirling back round to anti. his face was red with rage, and in that moment, marvin didn't recognize his own brother. "what the fuck is the problem?"

anti raised an eyebrow, amusement sparkling in his eyes despite the whole situation. he still said nothing, and jackie let out a frustrated roar of anger. "you pathetic little fucking bitch, don't you dare try and mess with me!" he suddenly grabbed anti's face, and marvin had to clamp both hands over his mouth to keep himself from screaming. "you forget who's the one holding the knife now!"

he picked up his bag and stormed over to the door, his hand lighting up as he opened it. he left without another word, not even looking back.

this time, marvin didn't follow him.

instead, he slowly made his way over to where anti was sat, sinking to his knees next to him. "fuck, fuck," he almost sobbed, feeling tears prick his eyes as he saw just how bad anti had been injured. anti just rolled his eyes, making a face despite his many wounds and bandages.

marvin let down his invisibility spell and leaned in closer to anti, examining his injuries. "jesus shit, what - what happened?" he managed, feeling lightheaded. anti said nothing, just kept staring at marvin's face without a word.

marvin didn't know what to do.

this was anti. anti who had hurt henrik, who'd hurt chase, who'd hurt jamie. anti who had put their creator in a coma. jackie had to be keeping him here for a valid reason, he had to, he had to. marvin refused to consider any other option.

"mm, mm," anti tried, shaking his head. marvin bit his lip, attempting to blink the tears away. he couldn't be breaking down now. he had to keep it together. but it had suddenly hit marvin that this was really real, that he was here and so was anti, and that he had to make a decision.

gently, marvin touched the plasters on anti's mouth, noticing how he winced with pain despite barely being touched. "do you want me to take these off?" he asked softly, and anti shook his head rapidly, slamming his head back into the wall in an effort to get away. marvin held both his hands up beside his head. "ok, ok!" what had happened to anti to make him like this?

he reached behind anti to look at the handcuffs binding him to the wall. he also had a heavy chain wrapped round his neck that linked to the pipe as well. "fosgailte," he murmured, and the chains fell off, leaving anti to gasp for breath. more tears pricked marvin's eyes, and he paused to breathe too, wondering with anxious fear what he was going to do next.

anti kept staring at him, brown eyes boring into marvin. his right eye twitched, his whole body shaking slightly. he couldn't seem to stay entirely still. marvin stared back, balling his hands into fists and biting his lip.

"i don't know what to do," he said aloud. anti barely reacted, not even blinking. "shit, shit, this isn't right."

anti suddenly shuddered, groaning as his head fell to his chest. marvin's eyes fell to the food and water still on the floor, and with a jolt he remembered that he'd seen jackie making that same sandwich just this morning, before jackie's panic attack. they'd been laughing about some stupid news story about a dumb politician. marvin nearly threw up there and then, wondering dizzily how many other times something had happened right in front of him that he hadn't noticed.

"what - do - i'll -" marvin took a breath and tried again, making a noise of frustration. "ok, fuck. i'll take one of your hands out so you can eat, ok?"

because no matter what the reason was for keeping anti here, the way he was being treated definitely wasn't right.

he looked up at anti for confirmation. he stayed silent, but after a moment gave the tiniest of nods.

marvin wasn't a particularly soft man. he didn't fawn over babies or cute animals like chase and jackie did, and he didn't feel empathy the same way henrik did. but seeing the way anti immediately grabbed the sandwich as soon as one of his hands was released, undoing the clingfilm and facing away to undo the plasters on his mouth and eat, marvin felt a sudden rush of… something. something powerful burning in his chest. he wasn't sure if it was good or not. all he knew was that this wasn't right, that jackie wasn't right, that something must have gone wrong somewhere for his day to have gone from joking over the news to sitting in front of the man who'd kidnapped children and killed people, helping him eat for what could have been the first time in god knows how long. it was all he could do not to scream.

after he'd eaten, anti turned back round, the plasters reapplied. he didn't say anything at first. then he touched his fingertips to his chin and moved them outwards. "thank you."

marvin's breathing quickened. "why - why are you signing?" he said uncertainly, swallowing hard. "why can't you talk? why do you keep those plasters over your - talk to me, goddamnit!"

anti rolled his eyes again. "can't speak," he signed. "don't ask. red is keeping me here."

marvin suddenly stood, stepping back. "stop, stop," he gasped, clutching his head. "please, just talk to me, i know you can talk! what's happened to you, why are you here, what did you do? why is jackie - jackie would never - jackie would never -"

he sobbed, digging his nails into his skin as he covered his face and sank down against the door across from anti. "i don't understand, i don't know what to do."

anti tapped the floor, getting marvin to glance up. he was making the same two signs over and over again, staring at marvin deliberately. marvin knew what the signs meant, of course he did. he shook his head, biting the side of his hand to keep from screaming.

"no," he said firmly. "no, no, no, no, i can't do that, please, shut up. shut up, shut up. i don't understand, i don't know what to do."

"kill me," anti insisted. "red will be back tomorrow. i don't want to be here for that."

"i don't know why you're here!" marvin cried. he shook his hands wildly, panic rising even more. "jackie would - you probably fucking deserve to be here, given what you've done! i can't let you go, i can't do anything, not after what you did to my brothers!"

there was a pause. then anti let out a sharp breath through his nose. "is -- ok?"

marvin blinked tears away. "i - i didn't catch that second word."

anti made a noise. "d-a-p-p-e-r," he signed. "is he ok?"

marvin let his head hit the wall. "i don't have to tell you anything."

"please," anti said. the sign was very similar to thank you, marvin noted dimly. he'd never heard anti speak either word. "i have to know."

marvin scrambled up, grabbing at the door. he needed to get out, needed to get away from all this. it was too much to handle at once and he was literally going to have a full blown meltdown if he didn't get as far away from here as possible immediately.

"hmm, hmm!" anti vocalized, hitting the wall to get marvin's attention. marvin sobbed and blocked him out. jackie had used his light magic to get out, but marvin didn't have that. instead, he whispered his unlocking spell again, which miraculously worked, and darted into the hall. he turned back once to see anti, whose eyes were wide, shaking his head and hitting the wall behind him.

"i'm sorry!" marvin said desperately, already stepping back. "i'm sorry, i'll come back, i'm sorry!"

he slammed the door shut and didn't turn back.

[bunnymcbunnister]

SPN Season 15 Spoiler Sheet, update 10/3

Lots and lots of updates abound. I took out some old general stuff because this monster is huge (but it will only get shorter, sniff sniff) Spoilery goodness under the cut. 

DISCLAIMER: This is gathered info from various sources. This is not confirmed information. Stuff in this WILL be wrong. Don’t take this too seriously. This is for fun. Also, if you use this info for another publication, please let me know as a courtesy. Don’t be a dick. It's all out there, but it hurts to see my same phrasing on other publications after all the work I’ve done to consolidate it…  

General Info (oldest to newest). This is a blend of pre-COVID and post COVID, so some might change. 

In an interview, Kripe indicated that the series ending would have “peace” for Sam and Dean

Misha will be in 15 out of 20 episodes this season (he’s missed 3 so far and I suspect will miss 14. Unclear about 16, 19, and 20). 

Dean and Amara’s connection will be explored

JaxCon/Vegas Con spoilers: 

Misha said the ending was “happier than he expected” but also had some sadness. He later used “sad and redemptive”

Misha mentioned that Claire will be mentioned on the show, but as of yet not appear. 

Dean says the line “stop killing my people” (to god?)

Jensen said he doesn’t see how the story could continue past this season, but Jared said its more of “a see you later”

Al Cal posted a pic of a “thrown away” call sheet that seem to indicate Micheal, Lucifer, and a character named “Betty” interacting in the bunker. Unclear as to the validity, could be from 19 based on casting 

Charlie (original flavor) will return

Filming resumed on Aug 18th. Per Canadian policy, they must quarantine for two weeks. Those quarantining seemed to include:

Fairly Clear: Jared, Jensen, Jake Abel (Micheal), Rob Benedict (Chuck/God) Mark Pelligrino (Lucifer), Al Cal (didn't need to quarantine, but he is definitely on set), Jim Beaver (Bobby)

Unclear/Rumored: Misha (he is being deliberately cagey), Osric Chau (Kevin- but likely for another project, he was a week ahead of everyone else)

Reasons Unlikely: Sam Smith (chemo treatment), Kim Rhodes (working at a camp during quarantine), Ruth Connell (posted from Malibu the entire time)

No idea: Shoshannah Stern 

Jensen said sp 19 is more of a season finale, while 20 is a series finale. Repeated in interviews/livestreams. 

Megan Fitz. complimented both Dabb’s and Glynn’s writing on twitter. Not sure if it is in reference to rewrites or the special retrospective that is planned. 

Jensen indicated that the ending did change per COVID protocols. Later interviews (Variety) confirmed this, but it seemed to indicate the changes were in regards to how many people filmed at once (crowd scenes, recurring characters returning)

Misha is being very, very cagey about where he was. Some live streams seem to indicate he is not at home, but he has yet to confirm- his presence in 19/20 is hard to track. In an interview with Metaverse, he was in bed in a hotel looking space and you could see mountains in the background. He was not on set for the first week of filming, so he could be a week behind. 

Misha has thrown around the words “final”  and “what he <Misha> would have wanted” per Cas’ ending. “Sad/Proud” and “poignant” were also used. His latest line is “sad but satisfying”

The final episodes will premier October 8th. The finale will air Nov 19th in conjunction with an hour long special. 

Dabb confirmed to TV line the episode 19/20 explanation Jensen’s mentioned- For the most part, we wrap up a big chunk of our mythology in Episode 19,Episode 20 is more character-based and is more concerned with Sam, Dean and this family they’ve built around them than it is with figuring out the Case of the Week.

When talking about the lightheartedness of returning on ep 14, Dabb said deeply depressing and upsetting episodes are coming (USAToday). He also said we would see “new sides” of Jack, Cas, and Billie. A revisit of Chuck and Amara’s “sibling issues” as well is on tap. Jared said sacrifices are coming. 

From TV Line-  re the battle with Chuck. Allies will return, buit was repeated several times in the article that is comes down to Sam and Dean. Jack will struggle with getting his soul back but will be helped by Cas.

It was confirmed there will be no appearances by mamma and papa Winchester, possible due to COVID. (TVLine)

A trailer was released on 8/27. Scenes included:

A moving speech from Sam to Dean

(Possibly from 18) A teary conversation between Dean and Cas

Injured Dean being helped by Cas in the bunker

Jack breaking some cuffs/bring thrown into a wall/saying he has to kill god

Dean and his grenade launcher and a purple nightgown 

Sam in a sweater vest getting a gun from under a pillow

A glimpse of a body with “Lust” written above it/a matronly woman (I think the villain from 14) saying “Boys”

Ghose Dean? Little Sam cutting off a hand

Some intermixed scenes from past episodes

https://youtu.be/d5AzUa5zABI

A second trailer was released on 8/31. Scenes included:

A monologue from Billie about god coming to destroy the planet plus her banging on a bunker door (with her hand all gooey) and striking someone with her scythe

Jack continuing his speech about killing god but expanding that he has a ritual to do

Lots of red danger lights in the bunker/ 3 people getting tossed around in the bunker/Chuck in the bunker

Chuck saying he doesn't believe Sam and Dean can kill him

Young Sam and not ghost Young dean

Dean angrily driving the Impala then saying “its time”

Cas drawing his blade in front of an old truck to protect someone in a suit (Jack? I can't tell)

More Dean tears

A surprise appearance from Bobby

Some of the same scenes as before

https://youtu.be/mBTwCWkOFKw

A third trailer was released on 9/24. It was a rehash of the other two, but a new new scenes included: 

A handcuffed Jack asking Dean if his plan will work, Dean cheekily replying, and swing a machete at the cuffs

More of Dean and his nightgown

Sam saying “it's our one shot”

A pair of werewolves/vampires?

https://youtu.be/7oVO9BdADnQ

A Shaving People, Punting Things trailer was released on 10/2. Scenes included:

Dean in a bar with a blond woman

Sam by the mountain lake with facial wounds

Sam in a birthday crown

Several scenes with Sam and Dean in a barn

Team Free Will 2.0 in  a bunker corridor, Jack looking injured (?)

Cas digging near a stop sign

Sam, Dean, and Jack walking down a street/later in a church/in the Impala

Sad Dean in the dungeon/Sad Sam drinking and knocking over a book

Sad Jack and Cas leaning on the Impala

Scattered shot of Sad Sam and Dean (drinking in the bunker, learning against the Impala)

Sam/Donna hug

Sad Jack on a bed

Dean entering a motel room

Amara looking blissful

Dean giving Sam an encouraging face pat

Billie choking Cas

Sam and Dean shooting/swinging machetes/knives

Glowing eye lady in the bunker

Sam and Dean getting thrown around the bunker

Sam in Death’s library, hurting

Billie swinging a scythe

A bunker door getting blown up

Many behind the scenes shots, including one of Felicia Day (Charlie)

https://youtu.be/yex3jbuf8Mo

Episode 15x14

Title: Last Holiday

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: MAKING UP FOR LOST TIME – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) discover a wood nymph (guest star Meagan Fey) living in the bunker who is determined to protect her family, at any cost. Eduardo Sanchez directed the episode written by Jeremy Adams (#1514). Original airdate 3/30/2020.

Written by: Jeremy Adams

Director: Eduardo Sanchez

Filming Dates:1/15- 1/24

Airdate: unknown- October 8th

Photos: https://www.tvinsider.com/gallery/supernatural-returns-season-15-episode-14-last-holiday/

Promo: kind of lumped in with the other promos

Sneak Peak: https://www.instagram.com/tv/CF0HK1blaFU/?igshid=o2ffwvgud56j

Sneak Peak 2: https://www.usatoday.com/story/entertainment/tv/2020/10/07/final-supernatural-episodes-lead-climactic-amazing-showdown/3632212001/

Castiel ? eh… I don't think so Jack ? yes

Guest stars:  Meagen Fay (fae lady)

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha mentioned being at an airport the first day of filming, maybe he’ll miss this one

The director shared a BTS shot with AlCal’s chair in the background. He also posted on that looked like the statues in hell. Lots of filming at the bunker. A few impala shots were shared as well. 

In an EW article, “a mysterious woman gives Sam and Dean every holiday they ever missed”

Episode 15x15

Title: Gimme Shelter

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: MATT COHEN DIRECTS – Castiel (Misha Collins) and Jack (Alexander Calvert) work a case involving members of a local church. Meanwhile, Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) go off in search of Amara (guest star Emily Swallow). Matt Cohen directed the episode written by Davy Perez (#1515). Original airdate 10/15/2020.

Written by: Davy Perez

Director: Matt Cohen

Filming Dates: 1/27-2/5

Airdate: unknown. October 15th

Photos: http://www.ksitetv.com/supernatural/supernatural-gimme-shelter-preview-images-released/205510/

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ?yes  Jack ? Yes

Guest stars: Emily Sparrow? 

Other Spoilers/info:

There was some filming done at the crossroads with only Misha. 

Alex and Misha filmed together

It seems as if J2 didn’t film at all the first week, Misha filmed six or seven days, is this is a Cas centric ep?

Episode 15x16

Title: Drag Me Away (From You)

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: FLASHBACK TO A YOUNG SAM AND DEAN – Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Dean (Jensen Ackles) are asked to investigate the murder of a childhood friend, calling them back to a motel from their past and perplexing the brothers with a case they thought was solved a long time ago. Amyn Kaderali directed the episode written by Meghan Fitzmartin (#1516). Original airdate 10/22/2020.

Written by: Megan Fitzmartin

Director: Amyn Kaderali

Filming Dates: 2/6-2/17

Airdate: October 22nd

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? I think so… briefly? Jack ? not sure either. 

Guest stars: IMDB credits Lisa Berry (Billie/Death)  as well as Young Sam, Young Dean and both grown and young Caitlyn

Other Spoilers/info:

Alex got a cast of his face around the filming of this- so this ep or the one after

Looks like we get Dean in a robe!

They filmed at Rooster’s Sunrise Hotel for 3 days/nights

This is the flashback ep

From TVLine- “It worked not only as a case right now, but also as something that informed the journey Sam and Dean have taken, where they started as kids, how they kind of came together and then how that has [led up] to the point that they are, emotionally, when the episode airs. So it ended up being a really good reflection of our guys now, telling a story about our guys then, which, to me, are always the best versions of those types of flashback stories.”

Episode 15x17

Title: Unity

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS:  ONE WAY OR ANOTHER – Dean (Jensen Ackles) hits the road with Jack (Alexander Calvert) who needs to complete a final ritual in the quest to beat Chuck (guest star Rob Benedict). A difference of opinion leaves Sam (Jared Padalecki) and Castiel (Misha Collins) behind looking for answers to questions of their own. Catriona McKenzie directed the episode written by Meredith Glynn (#1517). Original airdate 10/29/2020.

Written by: Meredith Gylnn

Director: Catrion McKenzie

Filming Dates: 2/19-2/28

Airdate: Oct 29th?

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars: Rob Benedict and Emily Sparrow. IMDB credits Robert Wisdom (Uriel)

Other Spoilers/info:

Chuck and Amara trailers were seen on set when filming in a garden

Jensen was in NOLA Friday, possible Monday

“Uriel” was around for filming (Post COVID update: Misha seemed to indicate that this was because the actor was nearby filming? Not sure if this is to cover up the spoiler or the truth)

Alex and Jensen filmed in the imala

Episode 15x18

Title: Despair (it was The Truth at some point I think)

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: BOBO

Director: Speight

Filming Dates: 3/2--3/11

Airdate: Nov 5th?

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? yes Jack ? yes

Guest stars: IMDB credits Billie

Other Spoilers/info:

Misha and Alex filmed near the impala. J2 showed up later that night. This was the source of the “last time they all filmed on set” photo)

An really emotional scene was filmed with Misha and Jensen. Jared was definitely not there, but Alex was on the flight they took with Rich, so its possible he was too. This was revealed at a con in which the four of them were on a plane that had an in-flight problem.

Filming watchers saw a bro hug

Tape Ball posted a shot of field that looks like where dean came back from hell

Misha indicated this was his “favorite episode” in a recent interview

Episode 15x19

Title: Inherit the Earth

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: bucklelimg

Director: John Showalter

Filming Dates:: 3/12-3/23/cancelled for COVID and then 8/18-8/27

Airdate: Nov 12th

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? unknown Jack ? yes

Guest stars: Jake Abel (Micheal), Mark Pelligrino (Lucifer) 

Other Spoilers/info:

Production shut down as a precaution for coronavirus on 3/13, two days into filming. It is scheduled to start again on Aug 18th. 

Jensen indicated there might be some re-writes for this ep to account for COVID protocols.

When they started filming, they indicated they were on day two. So maybe they could only use some of the scenes they shot? Then they added an extra day all called it day 9. COVID protocols makes things take longer 

AlCal was definitely on set. 

Jake Abel is definitely on set, and he posted an instagram story with his trailer and Lucifer’s (Mark Pelligrino)

Some filming was done at a gas station called Showalter’s (name of the director) with Jared, Jensen, and Alex

Jake “Spoiler King” Abel filmed a video showing chairs for Jared, Jensen, and Alex as well as Rob Benedict (Chuck/God). They were filming near a lake with a mountain view (that looked similar to where Cas died in season 13)

Rob Benedict posted it was his last day in Vancouver, indicating we won't see Chuck past this episode? Or very very briefly in 20? Jake Abel posted a similar message, also baiting fans about Misha’s whereabouts 

Scene “28” took several days and seemed to go across both 19 and 20? So they might have done some combo filming?

 Episode 15x20

Title: Carry On

OFFICIAL SYNOPSIS: 

Written by: Dabb

Director: Bob Singer

Filming Dates: 8/28- 9/10  

Airdate: November 19th

Photos: 

Promo:

Sneak Peak:

Castiel ? maaaaybe? Jack ? maaaaybe?

Guest stars: Jim Beaver

Other Spoilers/info:

Jensen indicated filming would take two weeks, longer than usual (looks like a 9 day shoot, with a day off for Labor Day)

According to Superwiki, 9/3 was the last day on the bunker set, the final days are on location. 

Scene “28” took several days and seemed to go across both 19 and 20? So they might have done some combo filming?

Filming locations seemed to include a barn (pic with a stunt guy showed wooden walls and straw) and a lake (not the mountain lake from 19), and a forest. Filming signs spotted at Lower Seymour Conservation Reserve. 

Jim Beaver confirmed his appearance on Twitter

There was a pic of J2 with baby on a bridge. Baby had her original plates. They seem to be wearing the same clothes they were in the pilot. There may be grey (??) In their hair, but that could be lighting

Misha posted some creation videos, saying he had been on an impromptu camping trip. He was back in his house. They were posted on the last day of filming and he had pretty decent scruff. He also mentioned that it was the last day of filming and he wasn't up there. 

The show officially wrapped at 6:25 on 9/10

Jared said “the last time Sam and Dean see each other is the last time Jared and Jensen film together” but seem to imply that was not the final scene? It was a confusing answer to a question about filming the final scene.

IMDB credits a vampire?

[mfingenius]

Hi! I love your fic about the Sex Tape of Captive Prince, could you write a continuation, please? I have many questions, like, why Govart did that to Laurent and Damen?

WThis is happening at the same time as the other part, but from Laurent’s pov...

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Laurent leaves school early. He can’t stand the way people keep looking at him, how Damen keeps trying to talk to him. He can’t do it, he can’t. Damen is the first person he’s ever dated, the only person he’s ever fallen in love with. He doesn’t want to face the fact that Damen filmed him and sent it out.

“Can I come in?” Auguste must’ve left early, too, because he shouldn’t have been home yet.

Laurent nods uselessly. He’s sitting on his bed, hands on his lap, staring at nothing. He hasn’t moved in a really long time.

“You okay?” Auguste asks.

Laurent doesn’t respond.

“I love you,” Auguste offers, and Laurent’s suddenly crying, sobbing, heartbroken and anxious and still a helpless child. Auguste wraps him in a hug, and Laurent’s safe, even if he’s not okay, because Auguste will love him through anything, and that’s as much as Laurent needs. “It’s alright. I love you so much Laurent. It’s going to be alright.

*

Despite thinking that he can never show his face again, he does. He shows up at school the next day, and then the next one after that. He’s dying of shame, cheeks red and nearly always on the verge of crying, but at least he doesn’t have to talk to Damen.

He avoids him at any and all costs, even stops going to Auguste’s class just so he doesn’t have to face him again. The fact that everyone’s seen - and heard - him having sex is constantly on his mind, and it makes him feel... used. Dirty, even though having sex is not something to be ashamed of.

“He didn’t do it,” Nicaise tells him, when he catches Laurent staring at Damen again. It’s been three days since their sex tape first got sent out, and everyone’s still talking about it.

Laurent hasn’t talked to anyone, hasn’t said a word. He’d cried for an embarrassingly long time in Auguste’s arms, and then in Nicaise’s. For all him and Nicaise insult each other, they’re friends, real friends, and Nicaise had let him cry on his shoulder for as long as he needed. He’d punched one of the football players in the face after he’d made a comment about how good Laurent is at ‘taking it’.

“What?” Laurent shifts his eyes to him.

“He didn’t do it.” Nicaise says. “The giant animal. He’s too pathetically in love with you to do anything of the sort.”

Laurent’s heart clenches in hope. He wants, more than anything else, for Damen to not have done this, because that way he’s at least not been betrayed by the person he loves.

“It was his bedroom,” He says finally, stabbing the salad on his plate with a fork. He’s not eating it, but he can at least take out some feeling on it. “Who else could’ve filmed it?”

“Frat houses aren’t exactly the epitome of privacy.” Nicaise sounds skeptic. “And it’s not like Damianos is a prude, alright. He has other sex tapes. He asked all of his previous partners, or they asked him. He would’ve talked to you.”

And really, Laurent doesn’t want to think about Damen’s exes. He knows he has his long - long - past, and he doesn’t mind; it used to make him a little self-conscious, his lack of experience, but Damen has never made him felt bad about it.

“How would you even know that?” He asks. He didn’t know that; he hasn’t asked, either, and it’s not like he and Damen talk about his past experience unless Laurent explicitly brings it up, but he still feels the spark of jealousy.

“I know things,” Nicaise shrugs. When Laurent gives him a look he rolls his eyes. “Lykaios wouldn’t stop talking about it.”

Laurent hums lightly, shoulders dropping. Nicaise rolls his eyes again. 

“Laurent,” he says, in a tone of voice that makes Laurent look at him. “He didn’t do it. Do you want to keep being miserable thinking he did, or do you want to find out who actually did?”

Laurent looks back at Damen again - Damen, who’s trying desperately to catch his eyes, who looks so fucking sad anytime Laurent finds another way to slip away again, Damen who holds Laurent close and whispers sweet things in his ear when he has an anxiety attack that seem to somehow calm him right down. 

“I want to find out who did it,” He says finally.

“Alright,” Nicaise shrugs. “Let’s go.”

*

They talk to a lot of people. Laurent and Nicaise aren’t widely liked, but they’ve enough people willing to tell them things not to need to be liked. Laurent knows most of everything about everyone, and he always, always has the last word. It’ll be no different now.

Most of the information is useless. They get bits and pieces, of people who wanted to get back at Laurent - unsurprising - some who don’t like Damen - very, very few - and some who are just shitty enough to do it without reason.

Laurent’s about to give up when someone mentions it.

“Your brother,” Pallas tells him. He feels guilty for being the one to play the video, even if it wasn’t on purpose, so he’s been ranting for some time now. “Something happened, Friday before the party. I don’t know what, but when Govart got to practice that day he was furious. Kept talking about how he was going to get back at Auguste, how he had no right-”

“What?” Laurent asks sharply. No one had mentioned that. “What happened?”

“I don’t know,” Pallas says, apologetic. “But he was furious. Then this happened, and yesterday during practice he was whistling.”

It’s not evidence, not really, but it’s enough for Laurent.

“Thank you, Pallas.” He says, and he walks away.

*

Auguste is a good teacher. A good, good professor, Laurent knows. He finds out things about his students - a lot of things, because everyone trusts him to tell him anything - and he never uses it against them. Laurent knows that - in more than one occasion - he’s found students with drugs, or stealing, or doing a multitude of other things they’re not supposed to, and he never reports it like he’s supposed to. He helps them. 

Auguste must’ve found something on Govart. And if he confiscated it, if he didn’t report it, it must be at their house.

Laurent is not one to enjoy to break into Auguste’s privacy - he loves his brother more than anyone, and trusts him to tell him anything he needs to know - but he doesn’t want to tell Auguste what he’s looking for. It’ll make Auguste feel guilty.

He searches his brother’s bedroom, doesn’t take long to find what is undeniably Govart’s.

Laurent stares.

*

“They’re not mine,” Govart snarls. “I didn’t - someone put them there-”

“Sir, cooperate and this will go easier on all of us.” The cop that is handcuffing Govart’s hands behind his back is frowning. Laurent had heard, of course, that if you wanted a little extra kick, you could get it from Govart. The amount of drugs he’d found in the house - and then the cops had found in his locker after an ‘anonymous tip’ - were something unreal.

“Get off me,” Govart snarls again, struggles against the handcuffs, but the only thing he’s doing is attracting more attention to his arrest. They’re in the middle of the hall, and Laurent is staring openly, smirk small on his lips.

“Sir, calm down.” The cop tells him. “Or I’ll have to use force.”

Govart curses and argues the entire time, but he lets himself be led away from his locker. Laurent watches with great satisfaction.

*

“Have you gotten rid of the camera?” Laurent asks.

Damen stands from the bed so fast it must be dizzying. The moment his eyes land on Laurent, his entire demeanor changes, face hopeful and open. “Laurent.”

Laurent is trying to pretend he’s fine, but he has his arms wrapped around himself, and being in Damen’s room - knowing Govart was able to put a camera there and not get caught - makes him feel vaguely sick.

“I didn’t do it,” Damen says immediately, with an undertone of urgency that makes Laurent’s heart clench. “I never would’ve - I don’t - I never would’ve done anything like that to anyone, least of all you, I love you so much sweetheart-”

“I know,” Laurent says quietly. “I love you, too.”

And he does, more than anything or anyone else. This time spent apart has only shown him how much he wants to be with Damen, by his side, them, together, against anything or anyone else, it doesn’t matter. It’s them.

“You know?” Damen asks.

Laurent nods and takes a step closer cautiously, uncertainly. He doesn’t know if Damen will be angry at him for not speaking to him, for doing this on his own. Part of him tells him he’s being unreasonable - Damen’s rarely angry with him - but another part tells him he’s ridiculous to have suspected of him in the first place.

“I - thought it was you, at first,” He admits lightly, mouth twisting, guilt and regret in his tone. “I thought that maybe - that that was the whole point of it.” The terrifying thought that Damen had only been dating him as a conquest, only to fuck him, show his friends, and then leave him, had been eating away at him. “Nicaise told me to pull my head out of my ass and see how stupidly in love you with me you were.”

“So I - I watched it again.” It had been sickening, to watch it again. Something he loved, something he enjoyed, something so private being exposed to the rest of the school and twisted into something that it wasn’t. “I recognized - the clothes I was wearing, at the beginning. It was from Friday’s party, so it could’ve been literally anyone who put the camera in your room. “Nicaise helped me narrow it down.”

“You know who it was, then?” Damen asks, fists already clenching. Every muscle in his body is clenched tight, and, in any other context, Laurent would’ve been pushing him into bed now.

“Govart,”

“Fuck,” Damen breathes. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No need,” Laurent says. “I got him expelled.”

It had been quick work, after he’d been arrested. Gods forbid their university was involved in drug dealing.

“You did?” Damen sounds surprised and unsurprised both at the same time. “Fuck, you’re amazing. I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you, too.” Laurent smiles lightly. He shifts uncertainly, and then speaks again. “Can you - hold me? I just - I want to-”

He doesn’t know how to put it into words.

“Of course,” Damen says.  “Here?”

And they could go to Laurent’s apartment, but Laurent doesn’t want to be scared of Damen’s room forever. He nods lightly, and so Damen sits on the bed with his legs spread, letting Laurent settle between them. Laurent curls into his chest, and Damen wraps one hand around his waist posessively and the other one around knees, so that he’s wrapped around him. Laurent exhales, relieved.

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August 13th Update

I’m not sure why mobile doesn’t let you do titles.

Anyway, there is something I need to talk to you guys about.

On June 9th, 2019, 1.03 million people marched on the streets of Hong Kong. I was among one of them. We were protesting against a bill that the Chief Executive of Hong Kong wanted to sign to allow criminals who committed crimes in Mainland China to be sent to them, should we harbor any. We do not want the bill because it might give China an excuse to come snatch up anyone in Hong Kong that have opinions against their government.

On June 12th, 2019, the Chief Executive ignored the voices of millions of people and continued a second reading of the bill. People gathered to physically block them from having the reading and police forcefully and violently dispersed them. The amount of force was unheard of in Hong Kong. People became upset.

We walked again on June 16th, 2019, with 2 million and 1 Hongkongers marching together, protesting against the abuse of power by the police. Throughout the months of June and July, people gathered and police violently dispersed the crowds when night falls. Police brutality was witnessed and their law-breaking actions were filmed and broadcasted.

On July 21st, 2019, a bunch of white-shirts suspected to be triad members stormed the Yuen Long MTR station and at first attacked people wearing black (a shirt color that the protestors had decided to be the color of the movement) and then began to attack other passersby indiscriminately. Police walked away from the scene and shuttered their stations, and hung up when people dialed 999. There were no immediate arrests and they reluctantly arrested five people after three days. They weren’t even handcuffed. When asked by a reporter today (August 13th, 2019), the police claimed they arrested a total of 27 people, an underwhelming amount considering there were an abundance of photo evidence of the white-shirt men that reveals their face.

People began to suspect that the police had hired the triad members to “beat naughty children” back into submission, a common parenting tactic used by parents in Asia to discipline their misbehaving children, and had been mentioned in the pro-police gathering the previous day.

The Chief Executive and the Chief of Police refused to acknowledge the faults of the police force and continued to put the blame on the protestors, calling us “rioters” and “useless teenagers” and “terrorists.” A lawmaker even called us “cockroaches” and the CE claimed that we have “no stake in society.”

Two days ago, police shot and caused premenant eye damage to a girl. They shot tear gas indoors. They at first refused they did the latter, claiming it was just the gas from a fire extinguisher unleashed by a protestor to defend himself against police’s rubber bullets, however, after intense grilling from reporters and photo and video evidence, they finally admitted they fired one round indoors (it is not allowed to fire tear gas indoors as breathing in the gas for more than 60 minutes may result in death, and it is harder for the gas to disperse when indoors without sufficient ventilation). They also admitted to using expired tear gas canisters. The police force has refused to claim responsibility for injuring the girl, who has a very high possibility of going blind in her right eye.

There were rumors of white-shirt gangs gathering in the district where my workplace is located, waiting around to beat people up. Police stations all around Hong Kong have set up barriers to “protect” themselves from harm.

The police station right next to my building no longer feels like a safety beacon — rather, it is the source of evil that I thought it was supposed to protect me from.

These has been harrowing events and it is a trying time, but I am alright. It is just that the whole of Hong Kong is in a state of solemnness and it is affecting my mood to write.

It is making me even more sad because I want to write. I write to make myself happy but I can’t and it’s making me sad and it makes me want to write to make myself happy but I can’t so it’s making me sad and the cycle continues.

So, I’m sorry for the inactivity. I will try to make it up to you guys — but also, keep your eyes on the news in Hong Kong. We need people around the world to know.

More detailed info:

(Source: Stand with Hong Kong team on Facebook and Twitter. Tweet I got the images from.)

Please, please, please look up more information about this. However, be careful about misinformation and try to keep an open mind about everything you take in and come to a conclusion on your own.

This is happening right now, in August of 2019, from June of 2019. People are still demonstrating in Hong Kong’s airport. People are still organizing events for this weekend (18th of August) to protest. This isn’t over.

[heyyyharry]

How do you think y/n and Harry would behave if they both stuck on a elevator? Before and after they got together? You know most people when attracted to each other they feel this sexual vibe in that kind of situation lol

I received this request a long time ago but I didn’t know how to elaborate it so I left it in my inbox. But I just woke up (at noon, yes why not?) after a cute dream, so I decided to write this.

This is their first time holding hands.

.

“Can you hold my hand?”

Harry’s eyes grow wide at his flatmate’s unexpected request. For a second there he nearly forgets they’re stuck in the lift, because the biggest problem he has to face now is how to reply to her little favor. He’s frozen, tongue-tied, gawking at her like a fool as they’re both sitting on the floor side by side. 

And because of his reaction, Y/N thinks he didn’t hear what she just said, so she tries again, sounding a bit agitated this time, almost like begging, “can you please hold my hand? I—I’m afraid of being trapped in a small space.”

“What are you? Five? Are you afraid of the dark too?” Harry snorts as he supposes she’s just messing with him. However, the look on her face says otherwise. She seems genuinely anxious, so much to the point that makes him worried as well. With a sigh and a bit of hesitation, Harry’s trembling right hand takes her left as their fingers intertwined. 

They’ve held hands before when they were handcuffed to each other and she was drunk. But because she was unconscious, it didn’t count as them actually holding hands. This time is different, she knows what’s going on and he knows what’s going on. The thought of it causes all the blood to rush up on Harry’s face.

“Is this your first time holding a girl’s hand or something?” She giggles, raising an eyebrow at a mortified Harry.

“No…” he mumbles and looks away to avoid her gaze. He feels her shifting closer, her grip on his hand tightens. She’s only studying his expression, why is his heart racing so fast?

“You’re blushing, H.”

He already knows that, yet having her point it out makes the color of his cheeks turn a shade darker. He furrows his brows at the girl, then admits, “I…don’t usually do this…with the other girls.”

“How so? You’ve kissed them and had sex with them and all.”

“Yeah but…It’s just,” he starts rambling now, can this get anymore embarrassing? “Hand-holding is…intimate. You know…uhm…you don’t want intimacy with someone you’re only having sex with…”

It’s true, you don’t. And now Y/N is trying hard not to show how elated she is, still she ends up with such a wide smile that her jaw hurts. Oh he has no idea how happy she is to hear him say that, while holding her hand. Even though she asked him to, this still means something since he knew hand-holding was intimate and agreed to do it nevertheless.

“Maybe one day you’ll find someone you like so much you just want to do this all the time,” she tells him with a timid smile.

Harry doesn’t reply, he scoffs and rolls his eyes instead. Maybe he’s already found that person, he just cannot tell her who it is, not yet, or maybe she won’t ever have to know.

They sit in silence for five more minutes, which are the hardest five minutes to get by for Harry, because the temperature inside this confined space begins to rise, and with him holding her hand like this, it’s not really helping. He ‘accidentally’ brushes his thumb across the back of her hand a couple times, feeling how soft her skin is, which does things to him. Then his mind tries to busy itself in the silence within these walls by coming up with inappropriate images, fantasies of what could happen in this lift if he could just push her against the wall and kiss her until they’re both out of breath, then take her right here right now, with their clothes on. Those thoughts make Harry roll his eyes upward to stare at the ceiling and blow up his cheeks in frustration. If his friends knew how flustered he got just from hand-holding they wouldn’t let him live with that.

Then he steals a glance at her, she’s too busy staring at her other hand toying with the hem of her skirt to pay attention to him. He loves the color of her lipstick today, if only he could see it smudged after his lips have ruined it. God, he wants to do that so bad, and knowing he cannot only makes this harder to bear. This is not just some other girl he fucks and never calls again, it’s…his flatmate, his sweet and innocent Y/N, the only girl he wants but can never have. Unlike the others, he needs her in his life, and he cannot ruin that by trying to initiate something that he’ll regret soon after. 

After those torturing, yet heavenly, five minutes of them staring at every possible corner in that lift but the other person, while sweating like a pig and still holding hands, the lift works again. The lights are on and with a slight jerk that makes Y/N squeeze her flatmate’s fingers, the lift starts going up. 

Y/N should be happy now that she’s no longer imprisoned in this narrow space, yet she’s more discontented with the idea of this being the first and last time he holds her hand. And when the door opens on their floor, they have no choice but to let go of each other, both disappointed. 

As they get back to their flat, neither of them speaks about their little moment in the lift again, well, until tonight. 

It’s their movie night, and as usual, they’re watching a rom com on Y/N’s bed. Everything is pretty normal until they reach the scene where the guy comes to see the girl to ask for her forgiveness. Y/N is on the verge of tears and she’s just about to cry when without warning Harry reaches out and grabs her hand tightly. The action catches her by surprise. 

Y/N doesn’t know what’s going on but she doesn’t bother to ask, not even when he brings that hand to his lap and keep it there as their fingers intertwined. She smiles at him while he keeps a straight face and his eyes fixed on the screen (even though his heart is racing at full speed). To be honest, Y/N has never been happier. There’s not a single good enough word to describe the feeling inside of her right at the moment. As a result, the girl finds herself smiling for the rest of the film. He doesn’t have to say it, for now she already knows she’s not just one of those girls.

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nsfw questions for wolffe cody and fives - whichever questions you feel like answering bc I want to know the answers to all of them but that might be too much. ty!! (-ls)

Sorry for taking so long, it’s just SO many questions! But i did everything! N*FW/Lemon under the cut!

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Cody andFives (+Wolffe as a bonus)

Tie me, Bite me: Name a kink.

Cody: dominating/public sex

Fives: body worship (to have his body worshipped, that is)/ teasing (his partner, he likes to drive them crazy )

Wolffe: biting / rough sex

That’s Naughty: Name something you would want to try in bed, but won’t.

Cody: Having sex in a non-secluded area. Cody likes to play with the idea of being seen, butall in a calculated manner. Actually getting caught is not in his plans – whoever catches wouldn’t be able to consent, and he doesn’t want to expose himself or his partner either. But ugh, he fantasizes about it.

Fives: Being talked down to. The idea turns him on to a degree, but the dehumanizing treatment from Kamino made him iffy at the thought in the same measure. He feels like he could maybe try it with a partner with whom he feels really comfortable with, but he’s not sure.

Wolffe: Going really  hardcore. Leaving marks all over his partner, biting them to the point of drawing blood and fucking them roughlyuntil they can hardly even think about walking anytime soon. Wolffe cares too much about his partners to go this hard though, and he would need to trust them enough to know they would use their safeword whenever it became too much. He has his fun roughing them up and pampering them with lots of aftercare anyway,so why change what’s working?

That’s Nice: Name something you want to try in bed and will.

Cody: Definitely adding toys to the play. He wonders if he can convince his partner to have a vibrator in them while he has the remote to make it go faster/harder while they’re out in public. Also, having his partner wear a cute collar.

Fives: He thinks rope play will probably be pretty damn fun. Give him plenty of power totease his partner into insanity while they can do nothing but whimper and beg for him. Oh yeah, he’s definitely getting some rope in 501st blue.

Wolffe: He will never – ever – admit to being curious about the idea of handcuffing his partner. Nope, nope. I guess it’ll be up to them to find that out. But moons, he would love that.

Self Torture: What do you like to masturbate to?

Cody: The thought of fucking someone against a window. In his imagination, there is norisk of getting caught for real, so… ;)

Fives: the sight of his moaning, quivering partner as they ache for him in bed. If he’s alone, then… holoporn videos. Boy likes to have visual stimulation.

Wolffe: he likes to think of the very few seconds before he comes, and the sight of the aftermath of sex on his partner – their skin reddened from spanking and his come trickling down between their thighs. Hmmm.

Wine and Dine: Is it important to have a nice prelude before having relations?

Cody: oh yes. Especially if it can include vivid descriptions of what he’s willing to do tohis parner while they’re still innocently dining out. He can’t get enough of the sight of them blushing and biting their lip. Makes the anticipation almost unbearable.

Fives: Yes! A lovely date night really sets the mood. Also, this boy talks. He loves to describe everything he’s doing and feeling even during foreplay, and he will love if his partner is willing to do the same. Also, he can just kiss for hours,and he’s a sucker for having his partner on his lap while they kiss.

Wolffe: Of course. A nice night out – or in, with a movie, popcorn and a blanket. Lots of foreplay, not only to set the mood but also to pepper his lover with kisses and set some ground rules – what is okay and what isn’t, agreeing on a safeword, where he likes to be touched, where he doesn’t, etc. Everything he can do to get his partner to feel comfortable and cared for.

Sweet Kisses: Are you a good kisser?

Cody: Yes he is. He especially enjoys kissing his partner between scenes where he’s being particularly dominant, so that he can shift from being bossy/cold to being affectionate and loving. Expect long, deep kisses that make you breathless.

Fives: As mentioned before, this boy loves kissing. He is a very playful kisser, so beready for lots of playful biting on your lips and kitten licks over your neck. He likes to press himself hard against his lover and touch them while he kisses them – squeezing their ass and whispering the most delightful filth close totheir ear. He is particularly proud to being able to get them off on occasion just by taking his sweet time kissing them and rubbing himself against their crotch.

Wolffe: He is! His kisses are not at all restricted to your lips though. He loves kissing his lover’s body, especially if he has their permission to leave marks on them. Expect a map of hickeys and bites all over your back and shoulders – he keeps the gentler kisses to your neck so that you won’t end up covered in visible love bruises. When it comes to kissing on the lips, he likes his partner to be more active; suck on his lower lip and give him lots of tongue to make him melt against you.

Tasty: Chocolate? Whipped cream? Do you use food with sex?

Cody: It’snot his thing, really. Cody thinks food and sex don’t really go well together.

Fives:Whipped cream sounds like fun. When Jesse gives him the idea earlier, Fivesgets home the very same day with two cans of it and a wicked grin to hispartner. He doesn’t have a preference regarding who gets to have some creamover their skin and who gets to lick the other clean – he just wanna play.

Two’s acrowd and three’s a party!: Have you participated in a threesome? Any more than three? Would you beinterested in inviting more people?

Cody: oh,moons, someone to watch him and his partner in action, and join them if they want to. Now that’s a dream come true. Hewould check with his partner first to make sure they’re ok with it but, ohhh,yes. Threesome? Foursome? Why not? He can even add some toys to this party. Justthinking about it makes him horny.

Fives: Heckyes, it sounds like fun. He would love to have more people to play with, and towatch his partner with them. More people to kiss and touch and fu-

Wolffe: He’snot at all interested in bringing another person to his bed, unless it’ssomeone both him and his partner know and trust very much. Still, it’s strange.He’s so used to pouring all his attention to his lover – how to share it andnot make anyone jealous or uncomfortable? He needs some time to think this through.

Swinger: Ever traded partners before?

Cody: If it’speople he knows and trust, why not? It’s a wild thought, fucking someone else’spartner, it’s really arousing for that matter. Sign him up.

Fives:Teasing someone else’s partner until they are begging for him? Oh, hells yes!

Wolffe:Having sex with someone else’s partner would feel weird for him – even if theyagreed with it, he would feel like they were cheating. And having someone elsefuck his partner? No, thanks.

BJ: Swallow or spit? What do youprefer?

Cody: Havinghis partner swallow is one of his favorite “punishments” for when they’remisbehaving. Personally, Cody prefers to spit. He’s not very fond of the aftertaste.

Fives: Ohhplease swallow, it’ll drive him crazy. Fives enjoys swallowing as well, so herelates to the pleasure of watching his partner swallow too.

Wolffe:Making sure his partner has previously agreed to, Wolffe like to not give themmuch of a choice in the matter, having them deepthroat him right before heorgasms and watching them swallow down. Personally, he likes to swallow too.

PornCollection: Do youwatch porn? Do you make your own porn?

Cody: Hnnnng,if his partner agrees to being filmed it’s such a turn on to make his own porn.He keeps the video just to rewatch and jerk off once before deleting it – he doesn’twant to take risks keeping it around and having someone find it.

Fives: Hewatches porn, yes, mainly when he masturbates or when he wants to set the moodin a special night and give his partner some ideas; “c’mooon, that new positionlooks like fun! ;)”

Wolffe: Notreally his thing. It looks all too fake in his opinion. Also, none of those “roughsex” videos show any sort of aftercare afterwards. Ugh.

Vibrator: Use any toys? Have a favorite?

Cody: Remotecontrol vibrators. They’re so much fun, and getting caught risk-free! Also,collars and paddles. Gotta discipline his naughty lover, doesn’t he?

Fives: ropeharnesses look lovely on his partner, do they count as toys?

Wolffe: Not afan of toys, except for maybe the handcuffs.

Tempo: Sweet and slow or hard and fast?

Cody: It’s usuallya buildup, sweet and slow first, and when his partner “earns it” they might getsome nice hard and fast. He’s more fond of the sweet and slow bit though.

Fives: whatbetter way to get them aching for more than sweet and slow? If they want thingsto go faster, they better wrap their legs around his waist or straddle him andtake charge ;)

Wolffe: Hardand fast, though he’ll most likely make sure to have his partner climax atleast twice, so it’s not that fast after all. He can give all the sweet andslow loving during aftercare.

SecretLover: Describesomeone you lust after. No names!

Cody: Someonebossy who carries themself with a serious, stern posture. The thought ofreducing them to a babbling, begging mess while a vibrator hums inside them turnshim on so much.

Fives:Someone playful and funny, that will enjoy being played with and will groan infrustration while he pushes them closer to the edge.

Wolffe:Someone serious whom he can trust to respect his limits and their own and willknow better than to overdue themselves. Someone he can trust enough to let thembe in charge of safewording out when things become too much.

WashingMachine: Ever do itin a weird place before?

Cody: Abathroom stall at the 79’s. Not ideally comfortable, but really arousing.

Fives: A civilian’s home during a relief mission. They were one of thepeople in charge of receiving the supplies sent by the republic and one thingled to another. It was really fun.

Wolffe: His office desk; the desk ended up being pushed 3 feet ahead fromwhere it used to be during the, um, interaction, and he will not provide anyfurther details on the matter.

Sheets: Are silk sheets sexy?

Cody: Yes.

Fives: Tooslippery, he can’t get a footing. What’s up with those things anyway?

Wolffe: Hedoesn’t care about what are the sheets made of, unless this means it’s easierto wash come off of them.

ThongSong: Do you likesexy lingerie?

Cody: yes! Especiallycorsets and garter belts. They look so sexy…

Fives: he’s reallyinto lace, especially the very sheer variety that lets him see everythingdespite his lover being still dressed.

Wolffe: yes,especially when his lover wears them without letting him know. Nothing hotterthan undressing them to be met with a tiny thong and lacy bra.

Flavor: What’s your orientation?

Cody: Bi/Pan

Fives: Bi/Pan

Wolffe:Bi/Pan

(we’re in my headcanoncity, bitch, and everyone’s bi/pan here)

Turn On: Name a turn on.

Cody: Havinghis partner strip for him.

Fives: Watchinghis partner masturbate. Also, getting pegged, but you didn’t hear it from him.

Wolffe:Making his partner come right before he comes too.

Turn Off: Name a turn off.

Cody: Worktalk. He’s “commander cody” all day long, and he’s in charge of the whole clonearmy. When he’s in bed, he just wants to be Cody.

Fives: Quickies.He likes to take his time.

Wolffe: Don’tstare at his scar, don’t bring it up. He doesn’t like to think about it, muchless remember how he got it.

Frequency: How many times do you haverelations in a week?

Cody:Ideally, every other day. Since he’s always busy during work days, he can onlyget some on weekends. He’s very salty over this.

Fives:Ideally, every day. Ugh, when will this stupid war be over so that he can meethis lover every day at home?

Wolffe: Everyother day would be nice, but he doesn’t mind waiting for the weekend. Makes himeven more horny, and the release more intense.

Heart andSoul: Is loveimportant when you have sex?

Cody: Hesupposes it makes a difference, yes. Especially because you can get to knoweach other better and make sure to do everything your partner likes to makethem happy.

Fives: Yes. Well,if not love, at least some kind of connection. To know what they like, what aretheir hobbies, who they are, etc. He thinks it’s important to see his partner –and to be seen – as an individual, not just some pretty face.

Wolffe: Definitely.He almost exclusively sleeps with people he’s been dating, or at least people hasknown for a while. Sex feels very vulnerable to him, and he won’t allow thisopening to just anyone.

GoodMorning: Do youpartake in morning sex?

Cody: yes,especially to reward his partner for their lovely performance on the previousnight.

Fives: he’sreally lazy in the morning, so maybe not intercourse itself, but he wouldn’tmind at all giving some sweet oral to his lover under the blankets.

Wolffe: yes,particularly some very slow, sweet and gentle sex. Less hair-pulling and moreneck nuzzling. Hmm.

FrenchMaid: Do youroleplay in bed?

Cody: Heckyes. He loves the role of ‘master’ so that he can boss around his partner. Healso loves to have them act coy and innocent to make it all more enticing.

Fives: Hewouldn’t oppose to that at all. Sounds like fun.

Wolffe: He’snever done it, but if his partner wants to, he’ll be up for it.

Mood: How do you create the mood?Favorite atmosphere?

Cody: Afterdining and chatting and lots of kissing, moving up to the bedroom and dimmingthe lights usually set the mood, but Cody really enjoys asking in a whisper ifhis partner has been “bad”.

Fives: justwatching some holos after dinner and then pulling his lover over his lap andkissing them passionately over and over until they can’t keep their hands offeach other.

Wolffe:usually when he kisses his partner and looks into his eyes saying “I want you”in a growled whisper it’s more than enough to get the mood going.

 Takeout: Do you and your partner “eat out”often?

Cody: yesss,especially when he wants to reward them for behaving nicely. Also, there’snothing better to prep them for penetration than some good oral.

Fives: 69,anyone? To him, there are few things as delicious as eating out a lover whilethey do the same to you. Also, as Cody said fingering + oral are great ways toprep your partner, and so far he’s gotten nothing but compliments over the wayhis goatee feels against his partner’s crotch.

Wolffe: yes, paired with some love bites to their inner thighs. Helikes to keep his shaving up to date because he likes to eat them out for along time, and he doesn’t want to give them stubble burns down there.

TrouserSnake: Does sizematter? Is it big?

Cody:Honestly, he doesn’t think it matters, not any more than how ones uses it (and howthey use their hands, and their voice, etc.). It is, by most standards, on thelarger side – the original blessed them with some nice genes when it comes to that.

Fives: Maybe?He does get some nice compliments on his girth. No need to give any additionaldetails here, since Cody said it all: Jango’s genetic material came with thatbonus.

Wolffe: Itdoesn’t matter to him, especially since he can make his partner come with hishands alone. He’s glad about, hm, his size though, because it sure isentertaining – and very arousing – to watch his partner struggling a bit to getall of him in their mouth.

Meow: Shaved or natural?

Cody: shaved.He thinks it looks cleaner and sexier.

Fives:trimmed. He’s too lazy to shave, but he doesn’t want to look like he doesn’tcare.

Wolffe: hedoesn’t mind shaving if his partner says they like it better that way, but mostof the time he keeps it loosely trimmed. It’s so annoying to keep having toshave it over and over.

Gossip: Do you sleep and tell?

Cody: He doeslike to share his stories with Rex or Fox, but he will omit any details aboutwho his partner was or what they looked like. He doesn’t want them to end inthe GAR gossip mill, that’d be rude and wrong.

Fives: Nope.He lets the hickeys on his neck do the talking, and he’ll have the mostannoying smug face for the rest of the day.

Wolffe: No.These are private matters, and no one needs to know about them. He’s not astarry-eyed shiny anymore.

FirstTime: Who was yourfirst time with?

Cody: Acharming civilian he met at a night out with his troopers. They were verygentle, which was great because Cody was trying to pretend not to be nervousabout it.

Fives: Acivilian he would meet at the 79’s every other weekend to talk, dance and makeout with. One day they asked him if they’d like to go to their place, and whyin the moons would he say no? By the time they got there, he was the oppositeof his cocky, talky self: all shy and asking for guidance. The civilian was verysweet and took things slowly, and it was great. Fives still has an openrelationship with them.

Wolffe: A nat-bornsoldier from the army. They met once during an assignment and they really hitit off while talking about annoying droids and amazing generals. Wolffe andthem dated for a while, and his first time with them was amazing. They���re nottogether anymore, but they’re still friends, and that means a lot for a manlike Wolffe.

Keep itDown!: Are you loudwhen you make love?

Cody: the realquestion is: can he make his partners be loud while they make love? And theanswer is a long, drawn-out, moaned “yes”.

Fives: loudand wordy. “You like that, huh?”, “Hnn, you feel so good…”, “Yeah, darling don’tstop” as well as plenty of groans and moans.

Wolffe: “loud”is not the word, he’s more… noisy. Grunts, growls, rich purrs, hissed curses.Hmmmmm….

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One Bad Picture In an Unflattering Dress

Megamind/Roxanne

pre-movie AU.

The only thing more exasperating for Roxanne than the ridiculous rumor that she’s pregnant is the fact that everyone is arguing over whether her nonexistent baby’s father is Metro Man or Megamind.

AO3 | FFN

“Megamind! Megamind—”

“Metro Man—”

“Roxanne—”

“Get out of my face!” Roxanne snapped.

Roxanne, hemmed in with Metro Man and Megamind by the crowd of reporters on the courthouse steps, shoved the nearest camera out of her personal space. This! This was why people hated the media! If these people didn’t back off soon, she was going to explode.

And she wasn’t the only one—Megamind was practically vibrating with tension; he looked as if Wayne’s restraining grip on his arm was the only thing stopping him from trying to strangle someone with the chain of the handcuffs he was wearing. Even Wayne’s heroic composure starting to look a little strained around the edges.

“Metro Man—Metro Man!”

“Please, citizens!” Wayne said. “I’ve got an arrest to complete; step aside and let us get—”

“Roxanne!” Bradley from channel nine gestured to his cameraman to push closer to Roxanne again, “Roxanne can you comment—

“—you shove that camera in my face one more time, Alex,” Roxanne growled to Brad’s cameraman, “and I’m gonna shove it down your throat.”

Alex quailed visibly, but Brad was undeterred, and gestured impatiently for him to bring the camera in again.

“The people have a right to know, Roxy!” Brad said.

“Metro Man!”

“Megamind! Megamind, are you the father?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Megamind’s voice was an octave higher than normal, the whites showing all around his eyes, “I don’t know what you’re talking about! Get away from me! Get back; you savages!”

“I’m not pregnant!” Roxanne said.

“Metro Man, are the rumors about the identity of the baby’s father straining your relationship with Rox—”

“For god’s sake!” Roxanne said, entirely out of patience with this whole ridiculous situation. “You people! One bad picture in an unflattering dress and suddenly everyone thinks—”

“Metro Man—”

“Roxanne—”

“Megamind—”

“Metro Man, are you going to insist on a paternity test?”

“Are you going to get married before the baby is—”

Wayne jumped, the light of panic suddenly in his eyes.

“It’s not mine!” he said, “I’m not marrying her! I’m not getting married!”

“What?” Megamind sounded outraged.

“I’m not fucking pregnant!” Roxanne said, raising her voice.

“We’re not even dating!” Wayne said, still looking panicked.

“Was Roxanne’s cheating the cause of the breakup?”

“How dare you—” Megamind hissed.

“I don’t cheat on people,” Roxanne snarled at Brad.

“It was an amicable breakup!” Wayne said desperately.

“Amicable—?” Roxanne stared at him.

Oh, come on; Wayne could not be going to pieces on her now! He was a superhero! Where was his spine?!

“Amicable!” Wayne, that absolute jelly of a so-called hero, said, “Mutual agreement! Better off as friends! Better for everyone!”

“No!” Roxanne said, “No; no; no! It—we were never dating in the first damn place, Wayne; don’t say—”

“Metro Man, how do you feel about Roxanne leaving you for Megamind?”

“That’s not what happened!” Megamind said, looking frantic. “That’s not what happened!”

“No hard feelings at all!” Wayne said. “I’m sure they’ll be very happy!”

“What?!” Megamind and Roxanne said in shocked unison.

“Always knew those two crazy kids would get together sooner or later!” Wayne said over top of them.

“Al—wha—” Megamind said.

“We’re not together!” Roxanne said.

Someone shoved a microphone in her face.

“Roxanne, will Megamind be involved in raising your child?”

“I’m not pregnant!”

“I’m not even genetically similar enough to reproduce with humans!” Megamind wailed. “The chromosomes are wrong! It’s physically impossible!”

“ALSO, WE’VE NEVER HAD SEX!”

“Also that!” Megamind said, gesturing wildly at Roxanne with his handcuffed hands. “That! Physically impossible also because of that!”

“Are you sure?” Brad asked. He gestured at Alex to bring the camera in close again.

“Am I sure of what?” Roxanne snapped.

“Genetic manipulation, artificial insemination,” Bradley said smoothly, “besides—”

“Besides what?” Roxanne snapped.

“Well,” Brad said, “Isn’t it true that on regular occasions, you’ve been unconscious and he’s been—”

Megamind jerked in Wayne’s grip as if he’d been struck.

Roxanne went very still, perfectly still.

(camera flashbulbs going off like fireworks around them)

“You really,” she said, voice cold, “do not want to finish that sentence.”

“Oh, come on, Roxy,” Brad said jeeringly, “you can’t really be that naive—all those times he had you knocked out and alone; you really think he never—”

Roxanne punched him.

Her fist connected with his face with a satisfyingly solid sound. Roxanne barely felt the pain burst in her hand as Brad fell heavily onto the courthouse steps. He lay there, clutching his face and making a kind of wet, bubbling noise.

Megamind made a soft sound, and Roxanne glanced over at him and—

His expression went through her like a bolt of lightning; everything around Roxanne, around the two of them, seemed to go silent and still for that moment as if—

“Oh my!” Wayne said loudly, and the world came rushing back in. “What a regrettable accident!”

The crowd surged around them, snapping pictures, filming, shouting out questions, shouting her name.

“She hit me! She hit me!”

“Fuck you!” Roxanne shouted.

Wayne grabbed her arm.

“It sure is crowded on these steps!” he said in his most Metro Man-ly voice as he retreated backwards up the staircase, Roxanne and Megamind firmly in tow. “So crowded!”

“My nose!”

“I hope I fucking broke it!” Roxanne snarled, twisting in Wayne’s grip. “I hope I knocked out your goddamn teeth!”

“—very crowded,” Wayne said. “—so easy to bump into each other. Accidentally. Come on Roxy, I think he’s had enough—”

“Megamind! Megamind, what do you—”

“Roxanne! Roxanne, do you—”

“Metro Man—”

Wayne’s back hit the courthouse doors. The crowd drew in even closer, their voices loud and demanding, cameras flashing, microphones pushing forward. Roxanne stopped fighting against Wayne’s grip and glared at them all.

Megamind made a quiet sound.

Roxanne glanced past Wayne to look at him. Megamind was staring at her, still, with that same expression of—worshipful shock.

“You—you hit him—” he said.

“He shouldn’t have fucking said that about you,” Roxanne fiercely, without thinking.

Megamind made a soft, choked sound. He looked—

—he looked—

“Wow!” Wayne said loudly.

Roxanne jumped, tearing her eyes away from Megamind to look at Wayne.

Who was glancing between her and Megamind with an expression of strangely calculating glee; why was he—

“Wow!” Wayne said again, and changed his grip on Roxanne and Megamind, throwing his arms over both of their shoulders. “This has been a real full day for all of us, folks!”

He tightened his grip on Megamind and Roxanne’s shoulders and playfully shook the two of them.

“You guys,” he said, beaming at the two of them. “Just the best.”

He turned his smile on the crowd.

“Well, I’m sure we’re all happy to hear—” Wayne said loudly, “—I’m sure we’re all happy to hear that my little buddy here will be retiring from villainy to focus on his relationship with Roxanne and his new responsibilities!”

“What—” Roxanne started to say.

“What—” Megamind began.

“So excited!” Wayne said, and clamped his hands over both of their mouths. “Beautiful couple! So happy for them!”

He gave the crowd his most blindingly heroic smile.

And then he dragged Roxanne and Megamind into the courthouse.

“How exactly,” Roxanne said, later, the three of them sitting together in her living room while Minion made pancakes in the kitchen, “is Megamind giving up villainy to focus on our nonexistent child going to work?”

“I didn’t say ‘responsibilities as a father’,” Wayne said, leaning back in her armchair smugly, “I said ‘relationship with Roxanne and new responsibilities’. How do you feel about trying superhero-ing for a change, buddy? That should cover the new responsibilities bit nicely! Don’t you think?”

“…did you fake a relationship between me and Megamind just so you could quit your job?” Roxanne asked.

Wayne rolled his eyes.

“Please, Roxy,” he said, “like I faked anything.”

“I—”

“—but Ro—Miss Ritchi and I,” Megamind said faintly, “we—we aren’t…”

Wayne snorted.

“Yeah, okay, buddy, because she totally didn’t punch that guy to defend your honor,” he said. “And you totally didn’t swoon. Jeez, you two; I swear.”

Megamind choked and went a color that was nearer to fuchsia than blue and became suddenly and extremely interested in the top of the coffee table.

“—Wayne,” Roxanne said, her eyes fixed on Megamind, watching the blush spread over the top of his head.

“Roxy?”

“Go help Minion with the pancakes.”

Wayne gave her a particularly smug grin.

“Yeah, okay, Roxy,” he said.

He was even more insufferably smug when, ten minutes later, he and Minion came into the living room with the pancakes and interrupted Roxanne and Megamind in a kiss.