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fourteenacross · 4 years

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Hello, void, I’m back for more screaming. idk, following along the concept from this, which is in and of itself a follow-up to this.

When Sam gets back from his last lunch meeting before the holiday recess, Josh is on his way into the office. Seeing Josh around isn't strange--he pops in on occasion to see Donna. What is strange is that Josh's arms are loaded down with folders and a tablet--he's clearly here for work, despite the fact the place has already mostly shut down for the holidays. His staff is largely gone and there's one senior staff meeting standing between Sam and nearly a month in New York with Will and his family.

"Hey, Josh!" he says. "Donna has a meeting--I'm late to that meeting, actually--but she should be out in twenty minutes or so."

"I'm here for the meeting," Josh says, just as Will pokes his head out into the reception area.

"Oh good, you're here," he says to Josh. Which is...incredibly out of character.

"Oh good Josh is here?" Sam asks, raising his eyebrows.

"You too, I guess," Will says. At Sam's incredulous look, Will absently busses him on the cheek.

"I don't understand." Sam turns back to Josh. "Did Evelyn send you to try and get me on board for the thing?"

"No," Josh says. "I don't work for the DNC anymore. I resigned two weeks ago."

"Wait, why didn't you--"

"You're both late for our meeting," Will says. He tugs Sam's sleeve. "Come on. Cathy, hold the calls?"

"Already on it," Cathy says from behind her desk. "Good luck!"

"Thanks," Will says, and ushers him into the conference room.

Sam's a little hurt that Josh hasn't mentioned quitting his job and a little perplexed that Donna hasn't mentioned it either. When Josh was briefly between jobs after President Santos' first and only term ended, she made sure to remind him and Will both, frequently, that she was the sole breadwinner for her household now, and she really needed a raise. Even more peculiar is Josh showing up here of all places, to meet with Will of all people. Sam gave up on the idea of Josh and Will getting along a long time ago, and while they're generally civil to each other at this point, they're certainly not actively spending time together.

Still, he follows Josh into the conference room. Seated at the table are Donna, Lauren, and Winnifred, all with notes and laptops spread in front of them. Will sits next to Donna, the two of them at the head of the table, and, to Sam's great surprise, Josh sits next to Will and slides him the tablet he was carrying.

"Have a seat," Will says, and Sam sits down hard.

"Okay, someone has to tell me what's going on because you're all freaking me out, now," Sam says. "Is this an intervention? Is this because I said I should take a meeting with Kavan Chowdhury while we're up visiting your parents? Because that was a joke, I'm not going to work over the break, I swear."

"No, it's not an intervention," Will says. A beat, then, "Though I know you weren't joking about that even if you think you were, but we can argue about that later."

"This is the first strategy meeting for your next campaign," Josh says before Sam can continue down that line of conversation.

And that...maybe makes more sense. Sam is genuinely shocked that Will would hire Josh to work on his campaign given their history and honestly almost more shocked that Josh would take such a breeze of a job. Also, it's way too early.

"That election’s still four years away, and not to tempt the wrath of the whatever, but do you really think it's going to be a big enough fight that we need to start planning already?" Sam asks. His first re-election campaign was nothing, and if anything, he's more popular now than he was in his first term.

"Yes," Will says. "Because it is four years away, but it's not going to be a cakewalk. It's going to be the hardest fight of your life and I'm determined we're going to win it."

"I really don't know--" Sam starts to say.

"Just show him the thing," Josh says to Will and Will rolls his eyes, but he turns on the tablet and then flips it over so that Sam can see the screen.

Seaborn for America it says, in stylized red, white, and blue.

Sam can hardly move.

"You're ready for this," Will says gently, switching out of his work voice and into the quieter one he uses in the moments just between the two of them. "You're ready for this and I think the world is going to be ready for it by 2018. I think we can do this."

"Will...." Sam starts to say, but he doesn't even know where to begin.

"It was always heading here, Sam," Josh says. "You know that. We've been talking about this since we were kids on the Hill."

Which isn't untrue--they have been talking about Sam's political career since the summer they first met. But most of those conversations unceremoniously died when Sam came out. Sam always assumed that Josh had transferred those dreams to Matt Santos.

"I don't...I can't...." Sam stutters, still staring at the tablet.

"You can," Will says. There's a fire in his eyes that Sam hasn't seen since he first decided to run for the Senate nine years ago. A bone-deep desire to make this happen. An unwavering determination that once got a dead liberal elected in the California 47th.

"We've started drawing up some preliminary plans," Donna says. "We're starting off in a good place--people are still talking about your speech at the convention over the summer. The younger demographics appreciate that you're active on social media and, well, to be frank, that you're kind of a nerd. Older voters still associate you with Bartlet, and that gives them confidence in your leadership skills."

"Did you...do polling?" Sam asks.

"Well, yeah, I'm your Media Director, of course I did polling," Donna says.

"How long have you guys been planning this?" Sam asks.

"We found out the week after the election," Winnifred says, and Lauren nods. Sam turns to Josh.

"Well, Will called me up after Evanson tanked the first debate and it started to become clear we were in for round two of the Sullivan presidency," Josh says.

"He told me when I started as Press Secretary back in 2006," Donna says.

Sam looks to Will, then, who's radiating pride and just a little of the Bailey smugness that drives Sam crazy.

"Since the moment you told me to give Kay Wilde your name," Will says, and Sam isn't sure if he wants to smack him or kiss him, but he'd settle for the latter, for certain.

He looks between the five of them, all of them so sure that this is what's next, so confident in him as a candidate, as a leader.

"Could everyone who's not married to me step outside for a minute?" he asks. He's trying to keep his voice even, but it goes a little high at the end.

"If you're gonna make out or shout at each other, can't we just turn around until you're done?" Winnifred asks.

"Come on," Donna says, nudging her to stand up. "They just need a minute to psych each other up. And then, yeah, probably be gross and romantic at each other.”

"Just, two seconds," Sam says to them, though his eyes don't leave Will. "Don't go anywhere."

The rest file out, and then it's just Will, sitting at the head of the conference table holding an iPad that's long since gone to sleep.

"Hi," Will says, when it's clear Sam's not going to say something first.

"Hi," Sam says. He gets to his feet, dazed, and walks over to Will.

"I know I've said it before, but the waistcoat is a good look for you," Will says.

Sam covers his face with his hands. "Will," he says.

Will stands too and goes just far enough to lean against the table, crossing his arms loosely against his chest.

"Very distinguished," Will continues.

"Will," Sam says again, and this time Will stays quiet. Sam drops his hands and stares at Will for a moment. "Since that first night?" he finally asks, soft, like he's afraid if he says it too loudly it will dissipate into the air and fade away.

Will nods. No cute remark, no explanation, no smug rejoinder. He just nods. Sam has both never loved him more and never been more terrified.

Something of it must show on his face, because Will's resolved expression softens and he says, "Hey, hey, come here," and reaches out to pull Sam into an embrace. "You have to know I love you too much to have started this if I didn't think you could win it." He presses his nose into Sam's hair. "I would never do that to you."

The problem is that Will thinks Sam can do anything. Will's unwavering belief in him as a person is sometimes so overwhelming that he's paralyzed by the expectations.

"I don't know if I can do this," Sam says into Will's neck.

"You can," Will promises. "And even if you don't believe it yourself, you've got me and Josh and the staff to believe it for you until it sinks in."

Sam closes his eyes and thinks about a quiet night more than a decade ago when President Bartlet challenged him to a game of chess.

Sam, you're gonna run for President one day, he'd said, and the shock of hearing his private dream spoken aloud by one of the people he respected most in the world had stunned him into silence. President Bartlet thought he could do it. He believed in Sam, which meant more than he could ever articulate. It's a memory he's held close, one he's never shared with anyone, not even Will, in part because was certain that his relationship with Will would put an end to those aspirations. In 2002, the idea of an out queer man running for President, let alone winning, seemed like an absurd fantasy.

In 2014, he's startled to realize it might actually be within his grasp.

Sam reluctantly pulls back from Will, just far enough that he can look him in the eye.

"You really think we can do this," he says. It's not a question--Will has made that much clear.

"I'm certain of it," Will says, that steely resolve back in his voice.

Sam loves him so much.

"Okay," he says. "Then I guess we should get the rest of the staff back in here so we can start."

Will's grin could light up the Beltway.

"Yes, sir," he says, and kisses Sam firmly before pulling back and moving for the door. Sam moves with him, an arm tucked around his waist.

"You really called Josh to help?" he asks, just to hear Will's beleaguered sigh.

"I wouldn't use the word 'help,'" Will says. He pulls open the door to the conference room, where the rest of the senior staff and Josh are milling around a little too casually to not have been listening at the door the entire time. "Come on in, everyone, I've bullied him into it."

"I was just telling Will how nice it is that he could ask for your help, Josh," Sam says. "Look at the two of you, working together."

"I don't need help!" Will insists.

"It's very sweet," Sam says. "Don't you think it's sweet, Donna?"

"So sweet," Donna says.

"Spending the next four years working together," Sam says, just to see Will make a face like the milk in his coffee's gone off. "It'll bring you closer together."

"And eight more years after that, knock on wood!" Donna adds, and Sam has to imagine that it's entirely to see Josh roll his eyes so hard it's a wonder he hasn't hurt himself.

"Listen," Josh says as he brushes past Sam and Will and back into the conference room. "I only answered this call because I want Sam to win this and I don't trust the guy who ran Bingo Bob Russell's campaign into the ground to pull it off."

"I ran Bob Russell's campaign into the ground?" Will says, stalking off after Josh. "I think it was more like you manipulating the convention from hell--"

"Excuse me, I did no such thing!"

"It's gonna be a fun four years, huh?" he hears Lauren say to Winnifred behind him.

"I think you mean it's gonna be a fun twelve years," Winnifred replies.

And while Sam is still a little terrified of tempting the wrath of the whatever and even more terrified that he might not be up to the job, he can't help but sincerely think that it will be fun.

"You're an idiot!" Josh snaps.

"I can fire you!" Will snaps back.

Well, a little fun, at least.

#fic by me #sort of #the west wing #sam x will #will bailey #sam seaborn

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toxicsquad · 4 years

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There is no better way to get to know someone than through a good question tag. In this case we have decided to make an Indie game dev question tag with the responses of our four developers. We hope that it will reveal many unknowns, but if you are left with any questions, do not hesitate to use our ask.

What part of game development are you responsible for?

Athe: I write and write, I melt in my seat, I correct, I cry and then I program. It’s an endless cycle. Occasionally I laugh like crazy while I eat Pringles.

Sam: I draw and color without leaving the lines (almost always) the sprites, the illustrations and the ravings that usually occur to us past 3 in the morning.

Illy: English translations.

Sher: I draw BGs

What tools do you use (hardware / software)?

Athe: Recently my desktop PC has passed away, so I’ve had to rescue my old PC from the garage. I also have a laptop that saves my life more times than I would like to admit. As for the software, I need, above all, drive documents, video editing programs, image etc (I have an Adobe package) and of course Renpy and Atom.

Sam: My main friend and companion is my tablet, a wacom intuos S (pistachio color, so cute). As programs I mainly use the Paint Tool Sai, because there is nothing in this life like its stabilizer. And less frequently than I would like (for details, texture brushes, effects ...) I also use Clip Studio Paint, which I only know how to use at about 2% of its capacity ... If someday I have time I would love to stop and learn seriously what can be done with it.

Illy: During the school year I live in a residence, so I use an old laptop, and when I return home I use a desktop computer that never has memory space. I translate the chapters in the same Atom where the complete script is and I keep them in google drive files where I share them with our beta reader. I also use editing programs like photoshop when I have to translate comics or procreate for when my artistic skills are required.

Sher: ipad+procreate+some final tweak in photoshop, I don't need much more

What is your favorite part of the job?

Athe: Would it be wrong if I say that is when we released the episode? During the whole production time everything is very stressful, there are times when it’s really uphill, but when we release a new chapter it feels soooo good. It's like saying to yourself, yeah, dammit, I can do it. Look at everything you've climbed by yourself. You're doing it right.

Sam: In general, my favorite parts are when the first scenes start to be programmed, and I can see the sprites with the backgrounds, the texts, and how the illustrations look. Everything always looks so much better when viewed in-game… I also really like being able to check out the script as it is written. And from the artistic part that concerns me, when I see that my hands capture the idea that I had in my head ... Especially in character designs.

Illy: Having to find a way to translate very spanish expressions into English, research vocabulary that I have never had to use and commenting on some translations with our beta reader (which we adore) to make it understandable without losing the original meaning.

Sher: I like to do the lineart when the sketch is complete, if I no longer have to think about anything else and it's just going through it, I find it very fun and relaxing

What is the most difficult part for you?

Athe: Offf, yes, I admit it, sometimes writing is the WORST. Other times I love it, especially when I can expand on the descriptions or stop at a part that is intimate or that I find interesting (for example, Hasiel's conversation from 6.3, small spoiler: P). But, I HATE having to paste scenes, often the protagonist moves between scenes and you always have to add lines to those transitions that really do not interest anyone, but that otherwise the text would be confusing. Anyway... It is a very wide world, with a lot of history, I have to deal with what I need readers to know to understand the facts, although sometimes it gets a bit boring.

Sam: What part does not... Rather who e.e Zihel and Ariel are a thorn in my side. Especially Zihel. I know it has to do with the fact that it has never been my strength to draw boys, and much less if they are more masculine in appearance... That's why I also suffer a lot from drawing muscles. Another thing that brings me a headache is the perspective of the illustrations. Every time I try to get out of the typical shot or poses a little... It doesn't work out.

Illy: Doughy’s stuttering ¬.¬

Sher: chairs, sofas, tables... anything with four legs is my enemy

Anything to help or encourage you while you are working?

Athe: I need music, no, seriously, I NEED IT. I’m unable to focus without it. If, on top of that, I can get what I hear to act as a sounding board for what I write, the text is a thousand times better... But the muse is a pretty bad person.

Sam: Having a show/movie in the background that entertains me. The longer the better, so I don't have to stop to think what I want to put on next.

Illy: Eating sunflower seeds to trick my brain and not be tempted to do something else that distracts me.

Sher: I try to see other artists to motivate and inspire me before I start drawing, what I find most difficult is that initial push and that is where I need the motivation, then I usually have something in the background but it is not necessary

Something that’s a pet peeve or discouraging?

Athe: Some narrative climax moments. Generally, they are not important plot moments (that is almost entirely decided), they are often small decisions to go from scene A to scene B, but I can spend a LOT of time deciding which is the fastest and best way to tie those two ends. I'm the worst.

Sam: Many times when starting, I can't get the poses to fit the way I want, for example.

Illy: Finding many parts in a row that I find especially difficult to solve and that make me believe that I have forgotten how to English properly. And looking at how many lines I still have left.

Sher: When I don't know how to fill in some area, if I see something very empty but I don't know how to solve it, I can spend days looking at the screen without being able to advance, even if I have other areas that I could do in the meantime

What is required on your table or work surface?

Athe: Notebooks, sticky notes, pens… I’m a person who writes everything down, especially the tasks, but I also order the story by color schemes. The stack of sticky notes have 9 different colors, each one represents a character and I play a lot with them for a lot of nonsense. Besides, even though I have been writing on the computer for many more years than I wrote by hand, I still have a preference for the analogical.

Sam: Coffee, sweets, chocolate, cereals... And cats.

Illy: My phone, the sunflower seeds, a Capital America: Civil War 1L water cup, sticky notes that remind me of tasks.

Sher: I have nothing really lol all my things are for decoration

Your most productive hours?

Athe: Owl. Totally nocturnal. Although I have several crises a month to force myself to work at other times that always end... Wrong.

Sam: Also at night for the most part, although I can no longer stay awake as long as I endured before having a job (the good old days...) However, in the middle of the afternoon, when the zoo that I have at home is still taking a nap, I also manage to go a long way.

Illy: From when I finish eating until 7 or 8 in the afternoon, when I don't have to cook, clean, run errands...

Sher: I take over for Illy apparently, from 7 or 8 is when I start to get into the mood until bedtime

Do working hours make you forget to eat or make you eat twice as much?

Athe: It depends, in the past I ate a lot, now if I have stress I don't eat anything. If I'm in a normal productive phase and I'm not on my nerves, I'm probably eating by inertia.

Sam: They make me eat more, but especially junk food e.e And they make me forget healthy meals, especially dinner at night.

Illy: It depends on my mood, but I usually eat twice as much.

Sher: I'm generally a VERY distracted person so I don't usually get to focus on a task to get to either of those two modes but I guess when I am sooooooo much on the task, I forget. But that happens like a couple of times a year and "forgetting" is "I delay an hour."

What part of your set up would you improve / change (in aesthetics or functionality) if you had no money limit?

Athe: I'm trying to match some of my peripherals with the rest. They are all a damn different color, apparently I'm cursed... Now seriously, I wish I had a better graphic card that would allow me to make video captures, some speakers and a quality printer.

Sam: Actually, I don't think I need anything more complex than what I already have… But if I had to improve something, I'm curious about the most professional tablets, the big ones with the included screen and all that stuff.

Illy: A new laptop that lets me open 4 chrome tabs, Atom and photoshop at the same time without dying.

Sher: A pc screen that will not change the colors I use on the iPad would be nice, really

Which character are you most like? And why?

Athe: Phew I think the easy answer would be to say Akane ... But, Akane is a better person. : P

Sam: This is very difficult... They are all very different, but still I do not think I look much like any of them. If I have to say something, I could identify with Maske's tendency to avoid problems, and his more homey and calm side. And well… Since Akane has been an OC of mine for many years, surely I have something of her too.

Illy: I think I partly have Maske's instinct to stay out of trouble, and on the other hand Joe's shallowness, although tbh I wish I really did look like any of our awesome babies.

Sher: surprised because (unpopular opinion around here) is one of those who I "least care" about really but I would say that Pin because he is a little dumb, happy and probably has a Satanic room and proud of it

Favorite CG/art.

Athe: AT THE MOMENT. Maske chapter 1. It couldn't be more predictable. I know.

Sam: I quite agree with Maske in chapter 1. But I would also put Pin in chapter 5 and Akane in chapter 6.2 on the top.

Illy: Kyeran in Coco's tank ?? Is he even real? Being basic is my brand.

Sher: surprised again and disappointed but I would say that of angel Hasiel because I like pretty dresses, pretty hairs and pretty wings

Favorite BG/scene.

Athe: The Red Light District amazes me. I already liked the life of that place, its history, but the way of expressing it... Uggg Sher took it to another level. The dirt on the street, the night, the constricted buildings...

Sam: I think I’ll say Raziel’s square, I like it a lot from the first day.

Illy: I don't know if I can choose just one T__T but I would say that the Red Light District and Valefar's pub are at the top.

Sher: for not repeating the red light district that I also like very much, I really like the areas of Coco's laboratory, including the “main” area although the perspective is horrible and makes the characters look tiny, but I like how it looks :(

Your favorite chapter to date?

Athe: Ufff... The first and second one I assure you no, hahaha. I will say that the third one, but also for things that are not necessarily from the chapter, but of the production. It was a good moment. I felt that everything was flowing with ease. We all assumed a clear role, they were times that made us feel comfortable and capable of assuming what came next, I think it was a qualitative leap also, both in texts and in art.

Sam: Oh. Well let's see... Chapter 5 is amazing for me, for everything that happens but also because there are many personalized interactions and choices. I can't say I have a definitive favorite, but it could come close… Also from the last ones I really like the 6.2.

Illy: Chapter 5 has so many details, so many things happen, it's hard not to be my favorite. But the last ones with the specific routes are so great that if I stay with the 5 it’s with the pain of my heart to have to choose one.

Sher: I would say 5 also because in the end when a lot of things happen is when you remember the most

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¿Qué parte del desarrollo del juego llevas a cabo?

Athe: Escribo, escribo, me derrito sobre mi asiento, corrijo, lloro y después programo. Es un ciclo sin fin. Ocasionalmente me río como una demente mientras como Pringles.

Sam: Dibujo y coloreo sin salirme de las líneas (casi siempre) los sprites, las ilustraciones y los desvaríos que suelen surgir a partir de las 3 de la mañana.

Illy: Las traducciones a inglés.

Sher: Hago fonditos

¿Qué herramientas utilizas (hardware/software)?

Athe: Recientemente mi PC de sobremesa ha fallecido, así que he tenido que rescatar mi viejo PC del trastero, también tengo un portatil que me salva la vida más veces de las que me gustaría admitir. En cuanto al software, necesito, sobre todo, documentos de drive, programas de edición de video, imagen etc (tengo un paquete de Adobe) y por supuesto Renpy y Atom.

Sam: Mi principal amiga y compañera es mi tableta, una wacom intuos S (color pistacho, muy cuqui.) Como programas uso sobretodo el Paint Tool Sai, porque no hay nada en esta vida como su estabilizador. Y con menos frecuencia de lo que querría (para detalles, pinceles de texturas, efectos…) también utilizo el Clip Studio Paint, el cual sólo se usar como a un 2% de su capacidad… Si algún día tengo tiempo me encantaría pararme a aprender seriamente todo lo que se puede hacer con él.

Illy: Durante el curso vivo en una residencia, así que uso un portatil del año que reinó carolo, y cuando vuelvo a mi casa un ordenador de sobremesa que nunca tiene espacio en la memoria. Los capítulos los traduzco en el mismo Atom en el que está el guión completo y los guardo en drive donde los comparto con nuestra beta reader. También uso programas de edición como photoshop cuando tengo que traducir viñetas o procreate para cuando mis habilidades artísticas son requeridas.

Sher: ipad+procreate+algún retoquito final en photoshop no necesito mucho más

¿Cuál es tu parte de favorita del trabajo?

Athe: ¿Estaría mal si digo que es cuando sacamos el episodio? Durante toda la producción todo es muy estresante, hay veces, que se hace realmente cuesta arriba, pero cuando liberamos un nuevo capítulo sienta taaaan bien. Es como decirte a ti misma, sí, joder, puedo hacerlo. Mira todo lo que has escalado tú solita. Lo estás haciendo bien.

Sam: En general, mis partes favoritas son cuando se empiezan a programar las primeras escenas, y puedo ver los sprites con los fondos, los textos, y cómo se ven las ilustraciones. Todo queda siempre mucho mejor cuando se ve dentro del juego… También me gusta mucho poder cotillear el guión conforme se va escribiendo. Y de la parte artística que me toca, cuando veo que mis manos plasman la idea que tenía en mi cabeza… Sobretodo en diseños de personajes.

Illy: Tener que buscar la forma de traducir a inglés expresiones muy nuestras, investigar vocabulario que no he tenido que usar jamás y comentar algunas traducciones con nuestra beta reader (a la que adoramos) para conseguir que se entienda sin perder el significado original.

Sher: me gusta hacer el lineart cuando el sketch está completo, si ya no tengo que pensar nada más y es solo ir repasando me parece muy divertido y relajante

¿Cuál es la parte que más te cuesta?

Athe: Ufff, sí, lo admito, escribir a veces es lo PEOR. Otras me encanta, sobre todo, cuando puedo explayarme con las descripciones o detenerme en una parte íntima o que a mí me parece interesante (por ejemplo, la conversación de Hasiel del 6.3, pequeño spoiler :P). Pero, ODIO tener que empastar escenas, a menudo el protagonista se mueve de escenarios y hay que agregar siempre líneas a esas transiciones que realmente no interesan a nadie, pero que de lo contrario el texto quedaría mal montado. En fin… Es un mundo muy amplio, con mucha historia, tengo que lidiar con lo que necesito que los lectores sepan para entender los hechos, aunque a veces se haga un pelín peñazo.

Sam: Qué parte no… Quiénes, más bien e.e Zihel y Ariel son mi espinita. Especialmente Zihel. Sé que tiene que ver con el hecho de que nunca ha sido mi punto fuerte dibujar chicos, y menos si son de aspecto más masculino… Por eso también sufro mucho dibujando músculos. Otra cosa que me trae de cabeza es la perspectiva de las ilustraciones. Cada vez que intento salirme un poco del típico plano o poses… No sale bien.

Illy: El tartamudeo de Doughy ¬.¬

Sher: sillas, sofás, mesas… cualquier cosa con cuatro patas son mis enemigos

¿Algo que te ayude o anime mientras estás trabajando?

Athe: Necesito música, no, en serio, LA NECESITO. Soy incapaz de concentrarme sin ella. Si ya consigo que lo que escucho haga de caja de resonancia de lo que escribo, el texto es mil veces mejor… Pero la musa es bastante mala gente.

Sam: Tener alguna serie/peli de fondo que me entretenga. Cuanto más larga mejor, así no me toca pararme a ver qué es lo que quiero poner después.

Illy: Comer pipas para engañar a mi cerebro y no tener la tentación de ponerme a hacer otra cosa que me distraiga.

Sher: intento ver otros artistas para motivarme e inspirarme antes de empezar a dibujar, lo que más me cuesta es ese empujón inicial y es donde necesito la motivación, luego ya suelo tener algo de fondo pero no es necesario

¿Algo que te corte el rollo o te desmotive?

Athe: Los nudos narrativos. Generalmente, no son nudos gordos de la trama (eso está decidido casi en su totalidad), a menudo son decisiones pequeñas para pasar de la escena A a la escena B, pero puedo tirarme MUCHO tiempo decidiendo cuál es la forma más rápida y mejor planteada para atar esos dos cabos. Soy lo peor.

Sam: Muchas veces a la hora de empezar, no conseguir encajar las poses como quiero, por ejemplo.

Illy: Encontrar muchas partes seguidas que me cueste especialmente resolver y que me hacen creer que no tengo ni idea de hablar inglés. Y mirar cuantas líneas me quedan todavía.

Sher: cuando no se como rellenar alguna zona, si veo algo muy vacío pero no se como solucionarlo puedo tirarme días mirando la pantalla sin ser capaz de avanzar, incluso aunque tenga otras zonas que pudiera ir haciendo mientras

¿Qué no puede faltar en tu mesa o superficie de trabajo?

Athe: Libretas, post-its, bolígrafos… Soy una persona que lo anota todo, sobre todo, las tareas, pero también ordeno la historia por esquemas de colores. La pila de post-its tienen 9 colores diferentes, cada uno representa un personaje y juego mucho con ellos para miles de idioteces. A parte, a pesar de que llevo muchos más años escribiendo a ordenador de los que escribí a mano, sigo teniendo querencia a lo físico.

Sam: Café, chucherías, chocolate, cereales… Y gatos.

Illy: El móvil, las pipas, un vaso de 1L de agua de Capital America: Civil War, post-its que me recuerdan las tareas.

Sher: no tengo nada realmente lol todas mis cosas son de adorno

¿Tus horas más productivas?

Athe: Búho. Nocturna totalmente. A pesar de que tengo varias crisis al mes para forzarme a trabajar a otras horas que acaban siempre… Mal.

Sam: También por la noche en su mayoría, aunque ya no aguanto trasnochando tanto como antes de trabajar (qué tiempos aquellos…) Aunque a media tarde cuando el zoo que tengo en casa aún está echando la siesta también consigo dar un buen empujón.

Illy: Desde que acabo de comer hasta las 7 o las 8 de la tarde, cuando no tengo que cocinar, limpiar, hacer recados...

Sher: le tomo el testigo a Illy aparentemente, a partir de las 7 u 8 es cuando empiezo a entrar en el mood hasta que llega la hora de dormir

¿Las horas de trabajo hacen que te olvides de comer o te hacen comer el doble?

Athe: Depende, antes comía mucho, ahora, si tengo estrés no como nada. Si me encuentro en un rango productivo normal y no estoy de los nervios, probablemente, esté comiendo por inercia.

Sam: Me hacen comer más, pero sobretodo porquerías e.e Y hacen que me olvide de las comidas sanas, sobretodo de cenar por la noche.

Illy: Depende de mi estado de ánimo, pero normalmente comer el doble.

Sher: en general soy una persona MUY distraída así que no suelo conseguir centrarme en una tarea para llegar a ninguno de esos dos modos pero supongo que cuando estoy muuuuuuy dentro de la tarea, me olvido. Pero eso pasa como un par de veces al año y “olvido” es “lo retraso una hora”.

¿Qué parte de tu set up mejorarías/cambiarías (en estética o funcionalidad) si no tuvieses límite de dinero?

Athe: Estoy tratando de que alguno de mis periféricos peguen con el resto. Todos son de un maldito color diferente, al parecer estoy maldita… Ahora en serio, desearía tener una mejor gráfica que me permitiese hacer videocapturas, unos altavoces y una impresora de calidad.

Sam: En realidad, no creo que necesitara nada más complejo de lo que ya tengo… Pero por mejorar, me llaman la atención las tabletas más profesionales, las grandes con la pantalla incluida y eso.

Illy: Un portátil nuevo que me deje abrir 4 pestañas de chrome, el Atom y photoshop al mismo tiempo sin quedarse tieso.

Sher: Una pantalla de pc que no me cambiara los colores que uso en el ipad seria bonito la verdad

¿A qué personaje te pareces más? ¿Y por qué?

Athe: Ufff Creo que la respuesta fácil sería decir Akane… Pero, Akane es mejor persona. :P

Sam: Esto es muy complicado… Son todos muy distintos, pero aún así no creo que me parezca mucho a ninguno. Por decir algo, me podría identificar con la tendencia a evitar problemas de Maske, y su lado más casero y tranquilo. Y bueno… Dado que Akane es OC mío de hace muchos años, seguramente tenga algo de ella también.

Illy: Creo que en parte tengo el instinto de alejarme de las movidas de Maske, y por otro la superficialidad de Joe, aunque tbh ojalá parecerme realmente a nuestros bebés geniales.

Sher: sorprendida porque (unpopular opinión por aquí) es de los que “menos me importan” realmente pero diría que Pin porque es tontito, feliz y probablemente tenga una habitación satánica y orgulloso de ello

Tu CG/arte favorito.

Athe: DE MOMENTO. Maske capítulo 1. No podría ser más predecible. Lo sé.

Sam: Coincido bastante en la de Maske del capítulo 1. Pero también metería en el top la de Pin del capítulo 5 y la de Akane del capítulo 6.2.

Illy: ¿¿Kyeran en el tanque de Coco?? ¿Es siquiera real? Ser básica es mi marca.

Sher: sorprendida de nuevo y decepcionada pero diría que la de Hasiel de ángel porque me gustan los vestidos bonitos, los pelos bonitos y las alas bonitas

Tu BG/escenario favorito.

Athe: Me flipa el Barrio Rojo. Me gusta la vida de ese sitio, su historia, pero la forma de plasmarlo… Uggg Sher lo llevó a otro nivel. La suciedad de la calle, la nocturnidad, los edificios constreñidos...

Sam: Creo que me quedo con el de la plaza de Raziel, me gusta mucho desde el primer día.

Illy: No sé si puedo elegir solo uno T__T pero diría que el Barrio Rojo y el bar de Valefar están en el top.

Sher: por no repetir el barrio rojo que también me gusta mucho, me gustan mucho las zonas del laboratorio de Coco, incluida la zona “principal” aunque la perspectiva sea horrible y haga a los pj parecer diminutos, pero me gusto como quedo :(

¿Tu capítulo favorito hasta las fecha?

Athe: Ufff… El uno y el dos os aseguro que no, jajaja. Diré que el tres, pero también por cosas que no son necesariamente del capítulo, sino de la producción. Fue un buen momento. Sentí que todo estaba fluyendo con facilidad. Todas asumimos un rol claro, unos tiempos que nos hacían sentir cómodas y capaces de asumir lo que venía después, creo que fue un salto cualitativo también, tanto en los textos, como en el arte.

Sam: Ay. Pues a ver… El capítulo 5 es una pasada para mi, por todo lo que pasa pero también porque hay muchas interacciones personalizadas y elecciones. No puedo decir que tenga un favorito definitivo, pero podría acercarse… También me gusta mucho de los últimos el 6.2.

Illy: El capítulo 5 tiene tantos detalles, pasan tantas cosas, que es difícil que no sea mi favorito, pero los ultimos de rutas específicas son tan geniales que si me quedo con el 5 es con un poco de dolor de tener que elegir uno.

Sher: Diría el 5 también porque al final cuando pasan muchas cosas es cuando mas se te queda grabado

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shesawriter39049 · 5 years

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|FAMILY TIES| M| MAFIA AU| 4

2K SNEAK PEEK (Full things looking like it will be between 10-11k)

GENRE:SMUT/ ANGST

AU SUMMARY : A powerful alliance made up of of 4 families spanning over a decade, is suddenly turned on its head when one family has a new leader after an unexpected death. Well let’s just say he’s not down to follow the somewhat civilized rules your families have inforced. Sooo now, it’s game on…

WARNINGS: Very,very breif mentions of somone OD’ing and breif mentions of sex work! Just so ya can’t say I didin’t warn ya!

LOCATION : 40 Sudbury St, Boston, MA

TIME: 2:07 PM

“Don’t look too excited to see me…” A coy smile tugged on the corners of sheriff Morales lips as closed the door walking over to take a seat in front of Taehyung.

Facial expression still reading the same amount of inconvenience, annoyance,exhaustion, unamusement, lack of interest, shall I continue?

“You litterally arrested me, after I just hopped off a 15 hour flight, outside of Leo’s viewing, yes...Monti I’m fucking thrilled to be here…” The level of crass that danced throughout his voice earned a chuckle from the elder.

“It’s not like I took you away in cuffs I just simply asked if we could talk down at the station, you know you didn't have to tell me yes..” There was an underlying condescending demeanor that laid within his voice.

Taehyung’s eyes instnatly rolled to the back of his head as he huffed out a exaggerated sigh “Yeah because I’d totally prefer the alternative which would be you on my door at 1am while I’m in the middle of having sex. Yeah no, I’m good on that, I’d rather just ride down here, in that gaudy ass ford and talk ...” Reclining slightly in his chair as, lacing his fingers together to cradle behind his neck.

“Oh for fucks sake, I’m sorry my work car isn't boujee enough to go with your Gucci…” Tone snarky as every as he gestured to Tae’s baby pink, slim fit, Italian cotton dress shirt.

Earning an unamused brow raise from the younger “Actually this is one of my more modest pieces it’s Hugo but continue..” A smirk tugging on the corners of his lips as he continued pushing the officers buttons. Clearly the two of them were very comfortable with each other by now, weather that’s a good or bad thing is currently up for debate.

“Oh my bad Fugo…” Sheriff Morales rolled his eyes not even aware of the miss pronunciation triggering a low chuckle from Taehyung.

“Hugo…” he countered almost sign-song like, always one to have the last word and at that point Morales was over it.

“Listen kid, I don’t care about your overpriced Easter Sunday shirt! I care about the two 18 year- old boys that have turned up dead within barley 72 hours!”

Taehyung’s brow furrowed in confusion as he ran his fingers through his hair, actually deciding to stop being a little shit and listen.

“I don’t know if you’re aware , or if you were already out jet setting while buying more Gucci, and Hugo” Making sure to put emphasis on the pronunciation of “Hugo” since Taehyung corrected him moment’s prior.. “But almost 3 days ago, we found him…”

Raising his Ipad to show a picture of a person Taehyung didn’t even remotely recognize, earning no type of physical reaction. Which is what Morales was secretly checking for, but taehyung knew that already, trying to catch him off guard to see if the faces would trigger any emotions. Only in all honesty this one really didn't!

“He was found dead in the back of car on the side of the highway, a really nice one actually...Mercedes AMG, completely doped out, he appears to have OD. There were some needles,and a combination of other drugs in addition to some cash left in the car ...”

Okay, now Taehyung was really confused, that it definitely was NOT the kid from a couple nights ago. Dropping his neck, squinting, adjusting the angle of his head slightly as he continued investigating the picture. Almost as if he was trying to see if the face would change the more looked at it but no, that just wasn’t him!

After a few seconds, of observing Taehyung’s body language and lack of response, he moved onto the next picture .Keeping the device facing him until he was ready for Tae’s reaction..

“Around 11am today….we found, him…” Flipping the Ipad around to show the second picture and thank god Taehyung was a pro when it came to his poker face , because THAT’S the boy he recognized..gazing straight ahead, almost aiming through the paper at this point.

“Channel 2 don’t even know about this yet-”

He heard Taehyung clear his throat as he re-adjusted in his seat “So, why am I here, why am I getting the breaking exclusive!?Not like I’m some damn reporter reporter running around in penny loafers.” Keeping the same dry snarky tone, not wanting to show any inflated emotions in response to the second image.

“No smart ass your not...if you’d shut up and let me continue maybe will get to why your here yeah!?” Brow arched at the implied question, whilst tae didn't even verbally respond, just flagging his hand gesturing for him to continue.

“ANYWAYS,it appears the two of them are, well were kinda sorta friends, but this kid, the druggie if you will, is pretty well known around that area as such. His name is Jeff, he’s 18 and has been in and out of rehab more times than anyone can count. The boy on the right..”

Cringing internally he never wanted to know the boys name...he just didn't, almost a second away from internally screaming so he didn’t have to put a name to the face!

“Chritstian, 18, foster kid….he was found in the back bathroom of a packie he works at down in the Dot-”

“Again, no disrespect but why. Am. I. Here!? I’m tired, I have a migrane and I’m hungry please get to the point.” The aggervation was dripping from his tongue at this point, way past exhausted and disgusted to listen to some long drawn out story.Even though after the past 50 some odd hours he’d just spent in China all he really want’s is to go home and crawl in bed with you!

Rolling his eyes at Teahyung’s lack of patience before continuing the story.

“This packies a little shady, actually a lot shady, everything from drug deals to sex work has been rumored to happen in the storage room. The only cameras they have outside, angled in front of the back alley entrance. There low quality, probably intentionally but the quality was atleast good enough for us to see this…”

Pulling up a video on his ipad, propping it on it’s stand for the two of them to watch together. Around 1:30Am they can see Christian, who phsycially backed into the alley, get out of the Mercades heading into the store. Gazing at the screen as Morales speeds up the tape a good 10 or so minutes. Only to find Jeff walk up to the same door, due to the time, the packie was technically closed, it even seems Christian willingly let him in.

Just as Taehyung was about to make a snarky comment about how this has nothing to do with him, you can see the tail end of a car parked at the end of the alley. It’s unclear if Jeff actually got out of the car or not, but just the placement alone at this time of nigh is hella suspect.

Zoomining in slightly on the car in question ...even through the pixelation, there’s a little custom badge by the back fender.

The realization has the loudest cackle ripping from Taehyung's throat, while Morales jerks back in his seat not even sure how to process current display unfolding before his eyes. The combination of jet lag and just utter disbelif has Taehyung’ combusting until his face is damn near the same color as his shirt, and tears are threatening the corners of his eyes.

“Ah, shit, that’s funny…” Leaning up to bracing his weight on his arm as he cradled the side of his face between his middle finger and thumb. A smug smirk tugging on the corners of his cheeks as he gazed back in Morales direction.

~~~~A GOOD 72-ISH HOURS PRIOR~~~~

(Picks up where part 3 ends)

You found yourself almost caressing the back of his head the more the reporter talked, apparently it was some random woman who found him. She said she was just driving home from work around 5am, she was a nurse and the light was left on, out of habit she just felt the need to see if everything was okay.

[Woman on the new’s being interview ]

“The position of his head, and the way his jaw laxed, could just appear as he was sleeping to the naked eye. But I’m an ER nurse have been for almost 15 years I recognize the symptoms right away. I tried to revive him prior to calling 911, even against my better judgment ,but he had been out for at least an hour, it was no use…”

[Reporter]

“The police are still trying to put two and two together as it really doesn't make sense, there was cash in the car, as well as the car itself is a mystery. We have finally identified the young man in the car, his family as also been contacted-”

Right as she was about to say his name, and ask if anyone knew anything to please contact the police he shot up, almost bolting for the door. Almost as if he knew the boys name it would seem all too real. Little did you know it’s because Taehyung puropusly never asked for his name, he’s not stupid is men knew, they even had a pciture of his ID. But Tae felt like this boy deserved to have something for him, and him only...so his name was never spoken.

You contemplated back and forth for a couple moments before ultimately decided to go check on him.

The sound of your heels echoed through the hallway of the “Employees only” area..trying to figure out where he could be “I’m over here..” The bass in his voice rumbled off the walls , almost startling you, not expecting for him to actually reach out to you.

You found him resting against the wall hands in the pocket of his jack, gazing up at the ceiling

“ The boys did a full z30, and went over it with a black light..not that it even matters now.” Voice trailing off slightly as he brought his attention down to his boots, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

“They actually ended up taking the car to some park,I guess they decided to change locations after I knocked the mother fucker out. Opting to not sterilize an entire car on his property,while he tends to his dislocated dorsum. “ A slight smirk moved up his face as he gazed over at you “So if you're thinking I’m worried about me..I’m not..the plate was switched, garmin removed, and the cars not even registered.I’m just….” Shaking his head in slight disbelief as he runs over the past 24 hours in his head. “I don’t think he really even know how fucked up and dangerous this all really is, especially when you barely know what you're doin’ to begin with. He’s a walking death wish and he’s gonna fuck around and have it granted by someone that coudle been his ally..”

Even though his tone was hushed you could still feel the anger radiating off his body, raking his fingers through his hair, sinking back into the wall. “Come’ere, I know you didn't come out here to listen to me bitch from a far…” Signaling for you with his fingers, trying to hide the smile that was tugging up your face as you swayed in his direction. Opting to give him his space, not in the mood to get your face cracked, emotions far too fragile for that right now. You’ll end up shooting his indecisive ass, at this point.

Once you were in arms reached he pulled you into his frame, a slight squeal leaving your throat from how quickly he grabbed you

One hand resting on the hinge of your jaw the other one your waist , palm soothing up the small of your back. “How are you feelin’?” The question threw you off a little you found your eyes fluttering away from his and he noticed instantly. Tilting your head until you had no choice but to look at him. The emphasises on the word “you” let you know he was well aware that your always the one checking on him ..asking how he’s feeling. Now it’s his turn to do the same, I mean sure a good 17 years a litter but at least it’s a start right!?

Letting a deep sigh leave your body before responding “I’m angry, confused, and a little scared if I’m being honest but-”

Cutting you off immediately , shaking his head, a scof leaving his body in response “Over my dead body, will anything ever happen to you, so you can scratch that shit off your list of issues real quick..” He wasn’t asking , he was telling you how this was going to go and his tone left zero room for debate.

Tilting your head back slightly, blowing out a slow breath , you could feel your eyes burning as you kept fluttering them. Attempting to cut off the tears desperately trying to run down your face, funny thing is, even though you cried eariler today. That’s not a common trait for you no matter how upset you get, your not the most intune with your emotions either if we're being honest. You didn’t open up easily and hated, crying in front of people more than anything, you were just as much as a working progress as Taehyung.

The phrase “over my dead body…”was used very frequently, typically over minor issues, even jokingly for most. But it would always hold a deeper, darker meaning in your heart, the last person to say that to you was your mother. Used in the same context as Kim Taehyung and she meant it, wholeheartedly! You found yourself trying to pull away, not wanting to let him see you fall apart, because you knew you were going to. The more you tugged the tighter his grip became, “Tae please. Let. Me. Go…” You wouldn't look at him, staring up at the light fixture to your right, tone extremely dry, almost passive. The grip you held on his forearms got even tighter as you waited in silence,almost clinging to him.

He wasn’t going to fight you on this, if you wanted out..here ya go, the last squeez on your waist wasn’t possessive. Almost comforting as if he was letting you know if you wanted to come back he’d be right here. Tentatively loosening the grip he healed around your waist, letting you pull away from him, almost losing your balance in the process. Not realizing how much you were leaning on him despite trying to pull away all at the same time.

Yet you didn't move, the grip you held on his arms never faltered, dropping your gaze down to your feet, as he gently took you back into his arms. Bringing your hips flush to his, I guess you never realized he eased you the same way you did him. The feeling of your chest rising and falling against his as you coxed yourself out of crying, a single tear managing to slip out of your right eye before you could stop it. Turning your head, brushing it onto your shoulder hastily, your grip tightened as both eyes started to betray you simultaneously. Even though you refused to look back at him, he could feel your stomach tensing as you tried to slightly choke back the tears that were now streaming down your face..

Not forcing you to look at him, respecting your privacy in that aspect bringing his hands up to rub lightly circles into your back as he nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck. A side of Kim Taehyung that few would ever get to see, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck, cradling the back of his head in your hands. “I’m not going anywhere…” the words brushed against your skin, funny how he automatically knew what triggered this without you even having to say anything. You didn't respond, only squeezing him a little tighter before pulling back, almost aggressive whipping your face before racking your fingers through your hair. A sheepish smile tugged on the corners of your lips as you finally made eye contact with him.

Neither of you said anything as you stepped a little closer, soothing your hand down his chest, over his stomach slowly. Suddenly feeling almost uncomfortably open and vulnerable in front of a man that’s been inside you more times that you can count. His eyes felt like they were burning straight through you as he gazed back in your direction. You couldn’t help but let your hand trickle down his zipper, trailing your fingers up and down his clothed length earning a hiss as he gripped your wrist.

“You know your thighs can’t handle another round from me right now, you need to fuckin chill before I have you bent over the bathroom counter.”

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE, OR I guess...that’s all she posted lol ! Hopefully you guys are excited for part 4 !!! Lemme know!

Love you guys as always,

Rocki

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keeloves · 6 years

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MY Top 10 Worst Male Characters

Keep in mind this just my personal opinion! I would love to hear your thoughts but please keep them civil and respectful. Kicking off the list at number 10

10 Jake Salt (Famous in Love)

Don’t get me wrong he is super cute/hot but ugh he freaking irks me! First of all he treats girls like crap, he is emotionally needy and as Paige put “Nothing is ever his fault” He slept with Lexi to try and get his script published into a movie. He slept with her for several days and when once he realized that wasn’t happening he got pissed off blamed her and then he ghosted Lexi. Yeah, I know what an asshole. He confesses his “love” for Paige at a press conference right after Rainer had a severe melt down. Then once he gets with Paige he treats her like crap and is emotionally abusive. He doesn’t move into the house she bought, he didn’t stick up for her when she said no to shots but instead helped pressured her into doing shots of tequila and she ended up getting so drunk that she ended up missing her screen test and he didn’t defend her when she was being ripped to shreds by a producer guy. Skip to like 5:28 and watch until 7:16. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NYMVnvjcfpY&t=7s This video was made by my dear friend @disneyfanforever3 This clip pretty much sums up why I can’t stand Jake. I am so happy Paige called him out on his bullshit.

9. Sinbad (Sinbad from Legends of the Seven Seas)

First of all he doesn’t deserve to have this movie named after him because he is a terrible protagonist. He speaks disrespectfully to women, and just ugh! He is okay letting his friend Proteus die for a crime he did not commit and and Sinbad would run off to Fiji fully knowing his friend Proteus that he has known since CHILDHOOD would be dead as long as he can run off to Fiji. Proteus said to Sinbad while taking his place “I know you would do the same for me” and Sinbad’s reply is “No I wouldn’t” like ugh dude you aren’t that loyal! So Marina is the real hero of the movie. In fact I go a little more into detail on why I hate Sinbad. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhD6mbhLJpY&lc=z23iz1vpsv3kyla3xacdp430q55un5sqk3m3zmlonvhw03c010c

8.Oliver Queen (Arrow)

I have ranted on him several times so I will try to keep this brief! He is a womanizing manwhore. He serial cheated on his girlfriend Laurel with basically every woman including her sister Sara. He did nothing to make the situation better. This pic I used of him is him flirting with Sara at the Lance family dinner and this is the moment where I wanted to punch him in the face! Ugh god he is the worst. He cheated so much that he fathered a child. He abandon Thea after she got out of the Lazurus pit all so he could play house with Felicity and he constantly goes back and forth on his no kill rule. Oh and this Oliver is a knock off version of Bruce Wayne and he is a complete 180 of who he should be.

7. Mon El (Supergirl)

I hate Mon El so much! He lied to Kara about who he was on Daxam yes I know Kara was judgmental at first but Mon El just planned to keep her in the dark the entire time of their relationship. He owned slaves and did nothing to correct the issue he just chose to stay with Kara. He called Kara his kryptonite which is something that can kill her literally so bleh! He disrespected Kara at every moment she tried to help him. He beat up another Aileen for money and he is so selfish. In fact how here is Kara chewing out Mon El’s ass out! Its very satisfying like ��Paige Townsen Nothing’s ever your fault speech to Jake.” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnHZInGzQ4w

6. Moses Puloki Dance Teacher (Lilo and Stitch)

A while back I made a list of my most annoying cartoon characters and he is number one on the most annoying cartoon characters list. I put him on this list because he is an adult who lets Mrytle get away with bullying Lilo. He sees it happening before his very eyes and he does nothing to stop it and instead it always Lilo’s fault. He never asks for Lilo’s side of the story and he just assumes Lilo is at fault when she beats up Mrytle. At least that is how it feels. I have never once seen him say anything to Mrytle or her possy that follow her around. To me he is my least favorite character from Lilo and Stitch and it makes me wonder why he is a teacher in the first place.

5. Thomas Humprey aka Humps (Orange is the New Black

He is an abliest piece of shit. He caused a fight all for a stupid bet. He gas lit Suzanne Warren aka Crazy Eyes and she said repeatitly she didn’t want to fight. The other gaurds are terrible because they went along with is bullshit and because of him this Suzanne beat the hell out of this other woman who also appeared to be mentally unstable because the other woman was insulting Suzanne. Suzanne beat up this other woman so much that this girl was bleeding and her face was bruised up. Two other inmates had to get Suzanne off of this other inmate. Yet all Humps did was laugh and said “Well I just made $20 bucks” Suzanne is left to cry and feel ashamed for something he started! He is so terrible he makes Pornstache look like a saint.

4. Pablo Money (Famous in Love)

He is emotionally and phyically abusive He stole Jordan’s IPad and accused Tangey of cheating. He treats Tangey like an object to be had and he kicked the door of the room where Tangey was hiding. He is possessive,manipulative and ugh! I also put him on the list because he treats my favorite character on the show like shit.

3. Every Itteration of Harrison Wells (The Flash)

I have gone on ar ant about why I hate this character so I will kep this brief as I can. The only Wells I will put up with are The original Earth 1 Wells Eowells (Season1) and Harry Wells. This character is boring, he is played out and he is just there to take up space and be a boring whtie character that Cisco has to play glorified baby sitter too. EoWells is terrible because he killed Barry’s mom, he killed Cisco and when Cisco remembers EoWells laughs in his face. Harry is awful, he faked an illness to guilt Wally into not moving in with Jesse knowing full Well that is how Francine West (Wally and Iris’s mother) died. He chokes Cisco, he also breaks Cisco’s things and never offers to fix them and he is just an ass wipe. The rest of the Wells are annoying because we don’t need anymore Wells and Sherloque Wells has annoying accent.

2. Ezra Fitz (Pretty Little Liars)

I have also ranted on him a lot as well so bare with me. He stalked teenage girls, he got with Aria knowing full well she was going to be his student and knowing she was underage. He framed Spencer for something she didn’t do and because she was on to him. He stole her files and gave it to Aria which by the way is illegal to do. Then again what does this man care about what law he breaks he is all ready guilty of statutory rape, stalking and violating privacy. He hooked up with Alison and he should have gone to prison but instead he gets to live happily ever after with Aria. He ends up marrying Aria. Yeap that’s right folks he married the girl he groomed and stalked and manipulated. He even trapped her on a Ferris wheel.

1. Damon Salvotore (The Vampier

Ugh just thinking about him makes nauseated. He is abusive, manipulative and he ruined hi brother’s life and stole his girl and he is part of the reason why I have a hard time getting into the show. Damon is a serial rapist and serial killer. He raped Caroline, fed off of her and terrified her. He kills people Elena cares about just because she isn’t giving him what he wants. Man if Damon wants something he better get it now or else. I bet he is terrible in bed because three girls have bragged about how good Stephan is in bed and Damon only brags about himself. I say he is terrible because if he wasn’t he wouldn’t have to compel girls to sleep with him. He killed a pregnant woman this means he also killed a baby. He has no remorse for any of these things and he just relies on Elena to change him. The only time I can deal with him is when he is around Bonnie! Ugh I hate this character! He needs to trade places with Stephan and now the fact that Delena have kids together make me want to throw up my insides because it makes my skin crawl knowing Damon would father a child. Plus I think Ian Somerholder though he seems nice is not all that great of an actor.

#top 10 list #worst male characters #anti jake salt #anti sinbad #anti arrow oliver queen

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my-emotional-self · 6 years

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The Accident Chapter 2

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC

Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Car Accident, Memory Loss

Summary: After yet another fight with your boyfriend Chris, you go for a drive and get into a terrible accident. Upon waking up in the hospital, you find both Sebastian and Chris sitting there. The only problem? You have no recent memories and you think you are still dating Sebastian.

A/N: Chris does not perform in Lobby Hero in this fic!

A/N: I want to give a big shout out to @missecharlotte for helping me with this story!!!

The air felt thick with tension as the three of you sat there. No words were said, but you were no fool as to what everyone felt. Sebastian looked uncertain as to what was going on. His head was tilted to the right and his mouth was parted. Chris was slumped over in his chair. His elbows were on his knees as his hands held up his head. You were sure you heard him quietly sniffling. Chris was your friend and you didn’t want him to be hurt or upset.

“Chris are you alright?” you asked, your voice breathy as you didn’t want to speak too loudly. You leaned back on the uncomfortable hospital bed, holding your hand to your head as you willed it to stop throbbing.

Chris didn’t even answering your question with any words. Instead, he lifted his right hand from his head, waving you off as to say he was fine. But you knew better. You had met Chris through Sebastian, and for the last three years you two have been close friends.

“Erica,” Sebastian stated, giving your hand a squeeze, “I’m going to go find a doctor now that you’re awake.” He gave you a weak smile as he left the room, leaving you and Chris there.

The smell of the antiseptic was really beginning to bother you, making you feel nauseas. Closing your eyes, you took in a deep breath through your mouth instead of your nose, but immediately winced and let out a pained hiss.

Chris was on his feet in a heartbeat, his hands hovering over body you not knowing what to do. “Are you in pain? What can I do to help?” his voice begging for answers.

The pure panic laced in his voice and the desperation in his eyes caught you a bit off guard. “Umm, it-it’s just my side. When I took a deep breath it felt like someone was stabbing me with a knife.” Chris blew out the breathe he was holding and nodded, sitting back in his chair. You found yourself fidgeting with the starchy hospital blanket across your body, picking at the invisible lint so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact with Chris. There was something about the way he was acting, being overly protective of you that had you in a maze of curiosity.

“Erica, good to see you are awake,” a man in a white coat and a deep voice walked into the room. He was tall with thinning blonde hair and kind green eyes. Sebastian came walking back into the room with a dour look on his face. “I’m Dr. Hughes. How are you feeling?” The doctor stood at the side of your bed, his square face and soft eyes making you feel just a bit more at ease about this whole ordeal.

Shrugging gently, you looked between Chris and Sebastian. “In a bit of pain. My head is throbbing and my side is killing me. Hurts to take deep breaths,” you confessed as your eyes turned down towards the end of the bed. “And I’m confused as fuck.”

Dr. Hughes nodded his head, pausing to look at you from your cursing before going back to look at your chart. “The pain is expected after what you endured. Now, tell me, what exactly are you confused about? I want to see how your mind is function since you hit your head pretty hard.”

You turned to face Sebastian, internally scolding yourself for moving too fast as the pain in your head intensified. “For one, since when did your hair get so short Seb? I mean, just yesterday it was almost passed your shoulders. You never mentioned getting a hair cut to me. And two, why are there no car horns honking? I can hear birds chirping outside, but, there is no hustle and bustle of New York. That seems pretty confusing to me.”

Sebastian stared at you with wide eyes, his lips parting. Your eyes quickly darted around the room as you most certainly began to realize that something was amiss. Not only had Sebastian cut his hair, but even Chris looked different. You could have sworn that just last week when you saw him, he was twice the size as he was now, preparing to film Captain America: Civil War. Your eyes landed on Dr. Hughes; his own eyes searching yours as his mind debated on how to go about this situation.

Dr. Hughes cleared his throat before pulling up the chair Seb was sitting in earlier. He placed his iPad down on the table before turning to face you fully. “Erica, what city are we in?”

Your brows creased in confusion as you looked at the doctor in bewilderment. “New York City. Right?” Looking around the room, you saw the men glance at one another anxiously. The heart monitor began to beep faster as you became more frightened, more aware that you were right; something was definitely wrong. The beeping started to become erratic, along with your own heartbeat, your vision soon becoming blurry with tears. Sebastian rushed to your side, sitting on the bed and holding onto your hands to comfort you.

“Erica, we are in Los Angeles,” Dr. Hughes stated in a gentle voice. Your head snapped towards him as pain shot through your left side and you yelped, cursing under your breath. Chris now got up from his chair and came to your side at the bed. His eyes looked tired as if he hadn’t slept in days.

“Los Angeles? No, there…there has to be a mistake. I live in New York City…..with Sebastian. We live in an apartment on the 6th floor.”

Dr. Hughes cocked his head to the side as he wrapped his mind around what was going on. “What month and year is it right now?”

You answered as calmly as you could, “June 2015.” A strangled sob came from your left and you saw Chris leave your side of the bed. His body was hunched as his hands rested on the window of the hospital room. His shoulders began to shake and your heart broke for the distress your friend was in. “It’s not 2015 is it?” you inquired, your voice brittle.

Dr. Hughes gave you a sad smile before finally speaking. “I’m afraid not Erica. It’s March 2018. And I think it’s safe to say you have amnesia.”

“Amnesia? From what? How did I even end up in the hospital? Why is everybody tiptoeing around the situation?!” You were starting to grow frustrated beyond belief and you were sick of it.

“You were in a car accident Erica. Somebody ran a red light just as you were taking a left hand turn and the vehicle hit you on the passenger side door. Now, the airbag did deploy, but because of the angle of your vehicle at the time, the airbag didn’t do much good. From the impact of the hit, you hit your head pretty hard on the driver side window and the rest of your body flung into the door. You have a few cuts and bruises on the left side of your face and a couple of bruised ribs.” Your mind began to drift at the doctors words. You were in a car accident. Here in Los Angeles. “And I have to admit Erica, your injuries are very minor. It could have been a lot worse.”

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you glanced at Dr. Hughes. “Yeah well, I may not be physically injured that bad, but I can’t remember anything from the last three years!” Your chin began to quiver and you squeezed Sebastian’s hand. “Umm…has..has anyone contacted my mom yet? To let her know I was in an accident?”

Sebastian’s eyes glossed over as he turned his gaze down to look at your hand entwined with his. He squeezed your hand back as he took his own shaky breath. “Erica, sweetheart, your mom, she-she passed away.”

There was a heavy feeling in the pit of your stomach as your mind processed Seb’s words. Your breathing grew shallow. “No. NO. No she’s not. I-I just saw her. She was happy and-and healthy and she was smiling.” Sebastian squeezed your hand again but you yanked it from his embrace. “NO. I don’t believe you! Why are you lying to me??”

Sebastian moved to place his arms around you carefully, holding you to him as you sobbed into his chest. This couldn’t be happening right now. Your life was perfect. You loved your life with Sebastian and your cozy apartment in New York City. You loved your job working on set designs for Marvel. And your mom, your mom was your best friend. The two of you talked every single day. She was your rock and now she was gone.

“Chris, can I speak with you?” Dr. Hughes asked as you continued to cry in Seb’s arms.

~~~

“I see that you are Erica’s emergency contact information on her medical sheet.” Chris nodded at his question, folding his arms across his chest. “Now, I don’t want specifics, as it will violate HIPAA law, but can you just give me a yes or no answer to this question I’m about to ask you?” Again, Chris nodded. “Did anything happen to Erica around the time of June 2015? Something traumatic perhaps?”

Chris tensed up at the doctor’s question; letting out a sigh. “Yeah, July 2015,” Chris responded with a frown. If you thought was June of 2015, then it meant you didn’t remember the incident with your mom and what transpired after that event. Chris was beside himself on how the two of you were going to get through the memories of that time again.

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Chris and Dr. Hughes had been out speaking in the hallway as Sebastian allowed you to cry on him, soaking his shirt. He held you close as your body shook; his hand gently rubbing your back in soothing circles.

By the time Chris and the doctor arrived back in your room, your sobs were done and you were left with no energy to even think clearly. “Erica, I’d like to talk to you about a couple of things,” Dr. Hughes said. Sebastian took a Kleenex and wiped away your tears for you; Chris sat back down in the chair on your left. “First, I want to start with your amnesia. From the events that happened with the car accident, and for how far back your memories go, it seems you have Retrograde Amnesia.” Your brows furrowed as you listened to him speak. “Retrograde Amnesia is the loss of memories that formed before a traumatic head injury.”

You nodded at his words, not being able to look at any of the three men in the eyes. Instead, you concentrated on your nails and the fact that they were painted purple. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t ever remember painting your nails purple. Immediately your eyes closed as you willed your tears away as they only made your head hurt. “How long until I regain my memories?”

Dr. Hughes let out sigh before speaking. “I don’t know. It could be temporary, and it could be permanent. What I’ve seen that has helped those before, is that you try to live your life as normal, and go to places that you normally go to. Sometimes that will trigger you to gain memories back. You may also experience very vivid dreams, and some of those dreams may actually be memories. I would recommend getting a book and keeping it next to your bed. When you wake up and remember your dream, write it down. That too may help.”

You sat on the bed, shell shocked as you took in his information. You may never get your memories back. The last three years of memories. Closing your eyes, you spoke, “Can I have a few minutes to myself?”

The three men in the room stood from there place and headed into the hallway.

~~~

Dr. Hughes stopped Sebastian and Chris from going much farther. “Chris here told me that Erica experienced a traumatic even back in the summer of 2015. For the time being, I would suggest you don’t bring it up right away. Let’s see if she can regain some of her memories back first alright? I don’t want her to go through the traumatic car accident, and the other incident all at once.”

Sebastian and Chris nodded as the doctor walked away, leaving them to themselves. “I don’t even know what to do Sebastian,” Chris exhaled as he leaned against the wall. “Fuck man she still thinks she’s dating you! And what about the shit that happened with her mom? We are going to have to go through that all over again. You know what happened the first time around. It-it fucking broke her dude.”

Sebastian leaned against the wall next to Chris; the hallway to the hospital nearly vacant. He placed his hand on Chris’ shoulder, squeezing lightly. “It’s going to be difficult seeing her relive that time again. But you have to be strong for her Chris. You are the love of her life, even if she doesn’t remember it right now. You just have to be there for her. She’s going to need you now more than ever.”

Chris let out a defeated sigh, wiping the stray tear from his eye. “I’ll be strong for her. I promise. I just don’t want to see her go through it again.”

“I don’t either Chris. I would give anything for her to not have to relive that again. But that’s just not the case anymore. We will get through this, together, for Erica.”

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steverogersbrooklynbabe · 6 years

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The proposal

Gifs not mine ——> Credit to the owner

Summary: Clint and (Y/N) Stark has been a couple for so long that everyone sees them as a married couple already but what happens when he finally pops the question?

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“Are you okay darling?” This is the third day that (Y/N) has been throwing up in the mornings but she insists it was just the sushi we had on Friday. She is door closed not wanting me to be there for her “Are you sure you don’t want to go to the doctor? I could take off today and go or at least let Bruce do some check on you” The sound of the toilet flushing alerts me that she is coming out and then the sound of the water falling down, then the door opens letting me see my beautiful girlfriend.

“Don’t worry baby. I’m okay just please let’s never eat from that sushi place ever again I prefer going to the expensive restaurant than die from this bug” I laugh hugging her

“Why don't you take today off to get some rest? I’m sure the team will be okay” A laugh erupts from my girl

“The team is lost without me baby, c’mon I’ll wait for you at the kitchen they are probably so lost without instructions for the day” I hold her by the waist pulling her closer to me giving her a passionate kiss before she leaves to work.

(Y/N) is Tony’s little sister but not that little anymore, I met her when the Avengers became a reality, she was just a 21 years old girl but I instantly fell for her charisma, personality, looks and amazing heart she has. We started dating two years later and have been through good and bad, we have been dating for almost 7 years and I know it has been a long long time but first, the civil war between Tony and Steve happened and although she supported the Captain team and me, she couldn’t leave her brother making us separate physically without breaking up because we knew our love was stronger than that. When we escape from The Raft I had to stay at Wakanda with the rest of the team and (Y/N) visited me almost every weekend making us return to our normal relationship but I still knew it wasn’t the correct time considering how things were with Tony and Steve.

Two years later when things started to settle down and (Y/N) was forgiving the Captain and accepting Bucky after the discovery of the murder of her and Tony’s parents I asked Tony for her hand in marriage and we agreed that the wedding was going to take place in Wakanda in order for everyone to be there and forgive the loss we had experience. But of course, something had to happen before I popped the question, the day before the proposal Banner informed us that something was happening in New York and Tony was disappeared so we instantly flew to there despite we were fugitives.

Now almost a year later since the Infinity War and everything was finally in the correct place, we solved everything and Thanos was defeated taking us back to our normal life where the Avengers were training new heroes for when the retirement comes and having small missions with (Y/N) being the assistant of the team making everything function. I think that it is finally the moment of popping the question and have a big party to say the world how crazy we are in love.

“So, Steve, you’ll be attending with Sam and Bucky to sign autographs today at the Plaza for the kids of Give a little hope please you need to use your super suits” They nod as I enter the kitchen where everyone is eating a plate of fruit and pancakes for breakfast while my girl is giving them their indications for the day not knowing what is planned for the night. With one hand I take the plate that Nat is giving me with my breakfast and with the other I surround my girl’s waist pulling her in my lap when I sit.

“You know I’m so used to see you almost fucking in front of us that it seems as cute but then I remember she is my sister so please at least not in front of me Goliath” We laugh as I gave her a kiss on her neck while she blushes at her brother’s words

“We haven’t fucked in the kitchen Tony so you can live in peace dear brother” Everyone laughs and she keeps on telling our activities but when she starts telling the ones that are going to be at the night I make a signal to Steve to help me with what I have been planning for years

“Actually doll today there’s going to be a big fundraising gala tonight for-for em for-”

“Puppies!” Bucky exclaims

“Puppies?” For fuck’s sake why did I thought I could trust these guys “I don’t have no invitation and I haven’t organized anything related to puppies, actually today it was planned a dinner with the ambassador of Germany”

“Oh yeah, but he canceled it last minute and Steve told us that he and Bucky are very interested in making more awareness about puppies who need home and shelter so we all decide to help. Sorry sis but it was so last minute that we had to hire some event planner to arrange everything at the beach house in Malibu” She turns around to look at me and I shrug feigning that I don’t know why they took that decision

“Okay, I need to admit I’m a little hurt, how little trust to me you know I can arrange a party in only a few hours but okay I will arrange the changes in your suits and dresses for tonight” She stands up from my lap writing some things in her iPad and fixing her pencil skirt “Well, Steve, Sam and Buck leave in 30 minutes, I’ll go for your dresses girls any special suggestion about the heels girls?”

“Actually we want to go with you (Y/N), we saw a beautiful dress that you’ll love”

“Oh girls but I have a lot of dresses I can wear”

“Hey buy another one darling, please for me, go with the girls you’ll have fun” I beg her knowing hit the puppy eyes she is going to accept.

The plan was that the girls were going to distract all day (Y/N) making her buy some dresses, and then take her to the stylist to prepare her for the big night making her look even more beautiful than she is while we prepare everything.

“I’ll go train with Rhodey and Tony and then I’ll see you at the gala okay?” I kiss her as she said her goodbyes to the team leaving with Nat, Pepper, and Wanda.

“Are you sure the cake is red velvet? It seems a little strange to me Steve”

“I’m 100% sure is red velvet c’mon don’t you think this is a little too much? I’m sure she’ll be happy if you just ask her one day at breakfast. The poor girl has been waiting for you almost the same time I was on the ice” How funny, I know that this seems like too much but I want everything to be perfect for our engagement party, but what if she tells me no and everything will be for nothing

“She is going to say yes Legolas for fuck’s sake you are like an old married couple this is just a formality” Tony pats me at my back “Have you decided how you are going to do it? Are they are gonna be fireworks and every-”

“SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT” Peter interrupt us running toward us “(Y/N) IS HERE! I’m so sorry I know you asked me to follow them but I lost them and when I found them they were making their way back there, apparently she decided she wanted to met the party planner to assure everything is the way she does it” I can’t believe it, now everything is going to be ruined, I’m not even dressed in my suit and it’s not even the night but of course my girlfriend who is a perfectionist want to check the fake gala

“Don’t worry kid let’s just hide or something maybe we can fake the party planner or something” While we were discussing what to do a voice interrupt us signaling she is here

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing here? You should be making yourself ready! I’m the only one already in this tight dress and all of you are not even in your suits? Where is that party planner, this place needs more illumination for a gala” We look around not knowing what to do

“She is coming, just please I need to show you something” I take her hand leading her to the balcony where the sun is starting to go down and behind her back I make a signal to everyone telling them to keep on with the final details

“Oh, you wanted to show me the sunset? It’s so beautiful Clint” I surround her with my arms while her head falls in my chest looking at me with her beautiful and big brown eyes and in that instant, I knew that was the moment, I couldn’t wait another minute

“Do you know how much I love you (Y/N) Stark?” She leaves a little laugh

“Well I hope so we have been together for almost seven years Barton”

“And I have to thank you for being so patient with me, we have been through bad and worse and everything has made me love you more if that’s even possible babygirl” My eyes start getting watery at the memories of everything we have lived together. She kisses me and for a moment she turns around to look at the sunset so I decide this is the perfect moment so when she turns around she sees me but in one knee with a little box opened with a ring so beautiful like her’s and she covers her mouth with her little hands in shock

“(Y/N) Stark you are the love of my life, the only one for me in this and every world, I have loved you since I met you on that bay on a fight with a lot of aliens and I’ll love you until my last breath. I know that you have everything (Y/N), you are a Stark, you are used to a life full of fake people, money, and parties but I promise to be what you want me to be; your prince, your husband, your dork, your personal doctor, everything. I promise to be the best husband in the world, the best father to our future children and the best Avenger to protect you every day until I die. I love you so much (Y/N) and I hope you want to become (Y/N) Barton so baby... Would you like to marry me?”

She throws herself at me with a face full of her tears

“Of course I accept you, dork, you don’t know how long I have been waiting for this but-” I notice she is now full sobbing and I don’t know why, are those sad tears?

“Hey hey, baby what is happening? You can tell me everything, if you don’t want to change your last name it will be okay”

“That’s not the problem is just that... you are going to be so mad at me”

“Tell me, baby, I’ll never be mad at you we are getting married everything is perfect for me”

She looks at me in the eyes figuring out how to tell me

“I’m pregnant Clint”

“What? Oh my god babygirl I can’t believe it. We are going to be parents?” I take her in my arms spinning her full of happiness

“Are you happy?”

“Of course I’m happy baby... we are getting married and we are going to be parents. This is the best news ever”

“I thought you would be so mad because we were always careful but that time I got sick I forgot to take my pills and well... our baby happened”

“I would never be mad at you baby for making me happy. Our kid will be so loved. I love you so much (Y/N)” I take with one hand her cheek and with the other on her waist pulling her closer for a passionate kiss trying to demonstrate by the kiss the love I have for her and the life who is growing in her belly “We better get inside to tell everyone the news and I have to put on my suit for our engagement party”

She playfully hits me in the chest realizing that everything was a setup and there was no gala

“Well know I can forgive the team knowing that there wasn’t any fucking party planner beside me”

“You are the only one doll, my best girl, my future wife and the mother of my child”

“Mother of a child?” Tony exclaims making us jump

Oh lord, this is going to be such a journey...

#clint imagine #clint barton x reader #clint barton imagine #clint x reader #tony stark x reader

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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Why Did I Get Married?

Part Seven: Trust Issues

Today was the day the couple’s therapist would be back and they; mostly Camila would have to endure another agonising hour of having Dr Briggs pry her way into the cracks of their marriage. It was never something she was excited for. The only person who knew what happened between them was Maggie, and that was mainly because she was Lauren’s sister. The Cabellos weren’t even aware of it. It’s not to say Camila didn’t want to tell anyone, hell she did, but she was ashamed. What would they say? They were the couple everyone envied and now? They couldn’t even look at each other for longer than a few seconds.

Camila couldn’t sleep last night, so she had been up working on a song. Her third studio album was finally coming to an end, so the songs she had been working on now were just her idea of therapy.

“There’s a shop down the street, Where they sell plastic rings, For a quarter a piece, I swear it, Yeah, I know that it’s cheap, Not like gold in your dreams But I hope that you’ll still wear it,” she sang as she strummed her guitar. Pausing for a moment to jot down the keys. Since Christmas, Lauren had been acting extremely weird with her, and every time Camila tried to bring it up or ask what was wrong, her wife would change the topic.

“Yeah, the ink may stain my skin And my jeans may all be ripped I’m not perfect, but I swear I’m perfect for you,” the only person she could’ve thought about was the one who could make her both happy and sad. The person who had her heart since they were teenagers. People say that young love doesn’t last, Camila and Lauren were determined to prove them wrong, but now? Maybe the people were right.

Izzy stepped into her mother’s bedroom and quietly sat on the bed. She clutched her Elsa from Frozen stuffed doll to her chest, and stared at her mother who was oblivious to her presence.

“Mija?” Camila was a bit startled when she saw her daughter. “What are you doing up so early, princesa?”

Izzy shrugged. “I couldn’t sleep and I heard you singing. I haven’t heard you sing in forever, mummy.”

Camila placed her guitar on the side of her bed and scooted closer to her daughter, “Aw, mija I’m sorry. I know you like it when I sing.”

Izzy shrugged her shoulders and snuggled up to her mother. “Are you and mama going to leave me?”

She was only four years old and didn’t necessarily know the concept of divorce. But hearing that question from her daughter instantly made Camila feel like crap. The couple tried their very best to keep it civil in front of the child, unfortunately they didn’t do a good job.

“Why would you think that?” Camila pulled the child into her lap and held her face in her hand. “Baby, no. Your mama and I love you very much. We’re never going to leave you.”

Tears started to form in the child’s eyes and her mother couldn’t help but feel terrible. What were they doing to their daughter?

“But I hear you two arguing sometimes. And I’m scared because Destiny said that’s what happened before her daddy left her mummy. She doesn’t see him anymore and it makes her sad,” Izzy said through her tears. “I don’t want to be sad like Destiny, mummy.” She clutched onto her mother. Camila didn’t know what to say. How was she going to comfort their four year old daughter? She didn’t even know if their marriage was going to hold up.

When the child had stopped crying, Camila wiped her tears and looked her in the eye. “Princesa, you have to listen to me okay?” Izzy nodded. “I love you. Mama loves you. No matter what happens, you’re always going to have the both of us. We’re always going to be a family, and we’re always going to be your parents that love you so so much.” Izzy just stared at her mother. “Do you remember how much I love you?”

She nodded. “I take the number of stars in the sky and multiply it by a lot. That’s how much you love me. And I love you and mama more.” Camila placed a kiss on her daughter’s forehead.

“I love you, mija. So so so much.”

Izzy smiled softly. “I love you too, mummy. Can we go make breakfast? Mama always does it.”

There was a reason why Lauren always did it. Camila wasn’t the best cook out there. Yes, she could’ve cooked but only to survive. Eggs and bacon? Sure. Pancakes? A bit burnt. But yes. Cup noodles? She lived on that while in college. But an actual meal? That was for her wife to do.

Camila sighed heavily, if it meant that Izzy’s mind would be taken off their conversation, then she would endure cooking. She picked up her daughter in her arms and headed down to the kitchen. They decided to make some oatmeal, while the singer started up the coffee machine. She couldn’t function throughout the day if she didn’t have a daily intake of caffeine.

“Buenos días, mija,” Lauren greeted her daughter with a kiss on top her head. She came down as soon as breakfast was ready, and to her surprise, her family was already awake. “Morning Camz,” she greeted her wife out of the need to be pleasant. Ever since Lauren accidentally stumbled upon Ariana and Camila’s text thread over Christmas, she felt a mixture of anger, hurt and pure sadness. She constantly told her wife just how sorry she was about what happened between her an Hailee was a mistake but for Camila to go out and cheat?

Lauren decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, because her wife may not have cheated on her. But every time she tried to move pass the texts, she couldn’t. Something always drew her back to them.

“Mama, we made you breakfast,” Izzy pointed excitedly at the bowl of oatmeal she dished out for her mother.

Lauren nodded and smiled. “That you did, baby. I can’t wait to taste it.” She took a seat next to her wife, and started eating, giving a thumbs up to her daughter. It wasn’t the best tasting meal she had, but her daughter seemed excited, so she didn’t want to ruin that for her.

“Can we talk?” Camila asked her wife. “It’s about Izzy.” Lauren nodded, once it involved their daughter, she had to comply. “She thinks we’re going to get a divorce.”

The photographer didn’t say anything. At one point, she even contemplated getting a divorce and if their marriage wasn’t getting any better, then wouldn’t the only option be a divorce?

“Lauren? Are we getting a divorce?” Camila whispered out the words, even though Izzy didn’t understand what it was, she didn’t want her to hear.

“I…No. I don’t think so,” Lauren shrugged sadly. “Izzy? Are you done?”

The brunette groaned, she wasn’t going to push the topic as yet. Maybe in therapy. The couple got ready to head to their therapy session, and got their daughter ready for school. She was pretty excited to head back after Christmas break.

***

“Welcome back, Camila. Lauren,” Marissa; the receptionist greeted the couple. “Happy New Year! Dr Briggs is in her office. So you can go in.”

The couple exchanged pleasantries with the woman, then headed into the office. Camila already dreading every moment of it.

“Hi. Hello, Lauren and Camila. Happy New Year!” Chelsea greeted excitedly. “How was the holiday season in the Jauregui-Cabellos’ household?” As usual she offered the couple tea, but this time only Lauren accepted. Camila made a note to keep an eye on her wife, just to ensure that Dr Briggs didn’t slip anything into the drink.

“It was nice. We spent a lot of time with Isabella. We went shopping and carolling around the neighbourhood. Lauren’s sister; Maggie stopped by, so it was just the four of us for Christmas,” Camila stated mindlessly. “It was a nice change being back home for the holidays.” She said with a small smile.

Dr Briggs noted that Camila did in fact seem pleased with being home and actually spending time with her family. She also noted that Lauren seemed a lot different to how she usually was over the other therapy sessions. She seemed rather aloof.

“Lauren?” Dr Briggs managed to snap the photographer out of her own little world. “What’s your take on spending the holidays together.”

The woman shrugged. “It was fine. A nice change, I guess.”

Camila eyes her wife, who still seemed completely out of it. What was her issue? She was the one who wanted to go to couple’s therapy. Why was she acting like this now?

Dr Briggs made a mental note of Lauren’s behaviour. “Well that good to hear! I bet little Isabella had a great time with both her mothers being home with her.”

Camila nodded. “Yeah, she did. She made it her duty to wake up super early to open her presents.” The woman chuckled at the memory, and her reaction to all her gifts especially Maggie’s gift of an iPad.

“Right,” Dr Briggs nodded happily. “So I’m going to ask you a series of questions to understand better as to why you’re both here. And to understand what the real issue between the two of you are,” the couple nodded. Lauren’s eyes gave off a distant look. Instead of the bright green colour, it seemed to be a dull grey. “Have you tried anything else before coming here?”

Lauren sighed and shook her head ‘no’. “With Camila being busy all the time, and having to focus on my job and Izzy, we didn’t have any time to visit someone else or do anything to stop our marriage from falling apart,” the woman shrugged. “So, yeah. You’re the first person we tried.”

“Plus…I am…I was a bit against coming here. I’m still not entirely happy at the whole idea,” Camila added.

Chelsea nodded in understanding. Of course, the brunette would’ve even skeptical, she had her career on the line. But she needed to fix her marriage. “What are your expectations of the counselling sessions? Did they change over your time since the first session?” She directed the question at Camila.

The singer shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess at first…I still think you’re just trying to pry your way into the cracks of our marriage. I don’t need someone to do that. I know our marriage isn’t the best and I guess, I’m kinda a private person, so putting myself out there is a bit much.” The woman rambled, causing her wife to snort.

“Is there something you want to add Lauren?” Dr Briggs asked Camila’s wife.

Lauren shook her head 'no’. “Not really. The only expectation I have from these sessions is for our marriage to work out. That’s it.”

Dr Briggs nodded and wrote something down on her clipboard. “I can only do so much, but it’s up to the two of you to work everything out. I’m only here as a helper.” She had to ensure the couple that yes, she may be a trained professional, but it was up to the couple to fix their marriage. “How do you truly free about your marriage? Do you feel as thought it is salvageable or is it too late to save it?”

The couple looked at one another. Truth be told, they really did hope that their marriage could’ve been salvaged, but outside of therapy, it seemed like it wasn’t going anywhere. Camila would be in her room, while Lauren was in hers, then they’ll interact like a family when Isabella was around. Now realising that their fighting was taking a toll on their daughter, hopefully something was going to change. If not, then something’s gotta give and that might have to be their marriage.

“I um…I’ll like to think it’s still salvageable. I still have the same feelings I had for Camila since day one, and I really would like for everything to work out and for us to be happily married again.” The singer nodded in agreement with her wife. Though both parties were rather doubtful of the feelings of their partners.

Dr Briggs nodded. “That’s good to hear. Given that you’re both here, there must be something to salvage.” She wrote in her pad before addressing them again. “What bothers you most about her? In a marriage, some things about your partner will always get on your nerves. These things are usually not a cause for a divorce, but the big things like a lack of trust and honour can destroy intimacy.”

“I don’t trust her,” the couple said at the same time.

Camila scoffed. “You don’t trust me? What did I ever do for you not to trust me? I’ve always been faithful to you!”

“Your texts says otherwise, amor,” Lauren bit out harshly. “And no I didn’t go through your phone. I just happened to see them.”

“Oh really? And what did you find huh? Me sending nudes to one of my colleagues? Sexting? Flirting? Or what about a picture of Shawn and I kissing?” Camila started to get heated. “There’s literally nothing on my phone for you to get jealous about and not trust me!”

Dr Briggs cleared her throat. “It’s very good to bring the topic up about a lack of trust. We need to focus on building this trust back. If your partner goes through your phone and sees something they don’t like,” Camila scoffed and folded her arms at her chest. “You should find out why. What’s the real reason why they disapprove of it. So Lauren, kindly tell your partner what you saw and why you didn’t like it.” Chelsea turned to look at Lauren who sighed heavily.

Her throat tightened. It had been bothering her for weeks on end. Whatever Camila said right now, could be true, or she could also be lying. “I saw…I saw a text from Ariana. I know the two of you are close and your relationship is rather…flirty? But I didn’t like what I saw.”

Before Camila started to protest, Dr Briggs turned to address the singer. “Now Camila, kindly inform your partner about whatever it is those texts meant. Or remind her about the nature of your relationship with Ariana.”

“Firstly, my texts messages are private and even though I have nothing to hide, it shouldn’t matter to you. Ariana and I are really close but we are just F R I E N D S,” she spelt out the word. “That’s how you fucking spell friends. Nothing more and nothing less. I love her as a sister but that’s it.”

Dr Briggs wrote in her pad again. “Great. Now that’s been handled, you need to realise that your partner may not agree with some things you do. They may not want to bring the topic up, but you should at least respect them and respect your relationship.”

“Why don’t you trust me Camila? Is it because of the Hailee thing?” Lauren asked her wife and she nodded.

“Yes. The Hailee thing, that you don’t seem to be doing anything about,” Camila rolled her eyes. “I’m tired of you involving her in everything. I don’t trust you around her and I don’t trust her around you.”

Dr Briggs went into a long explanation about trust and that it was needed in a marriage or in any relationship. Without trust, what’s the point of being with the person? You learn to trust someone, but once the trust is lost and gone, it’s a lot harder to try to regain it. That was something they needed to work on.

They answered all the questions Dr Briggs threw at them, such as; What things you would like to change about your spouse?

Do you feel accepted? Are you loved accepted by your spouse?

Do you feel you can communicate with her?

What are the main issues?

When did it problems start?

Are you satisfied with your intimacy?

Are you seeing someone new?

Are there any past conflicts we should resolve?

Do you still love your wife?

Do you still see a future together?

Are you both willing to change to make improvements?

Camila was growing increasingly tired of all these questions but the final question caught her off guard.

“Have you ever considered having an affair?”

Lauren visibly gulped. She knew where this was going. She knew her wife was going to attack her. In all honesty, Lauren did not consider having an affair ever. What happened between her an Hailee was a mistake. She did not once contemplate being with anyone whilst her wife was away. Yes, the distance was terrible and it took a toll on her, but she loved Camila too much to consider cheating on her, even though she may have done it.

“No. I’ve never considered having an affair. What I did was a mistake, but it wasn’t intentional. I never thought about it while I was sober. I never wanted to cheat on you,” Lauren looked at her wife and tried to hold her hand but Camila pulled away.

Chelsea wrote in her pad. She kept noticing how the singer reacted to her wife, realising that she was still rather reserved and wasn’t too keen on forgiving her wife. As yet.

“Maybe I should’ve contemplated having an affair,” Camila laughed bitterly. “For you to feel the hurt you’ve put me through.”

Lauren looked at her wife in disbelief. She tried to say something but her words failed her. “Wow,” was all that she managed to whisper out.

The bell rang signalling that their session had come to an end. “Well, today we’ve went through a lot of emotions and I’ll like to think the both of you learnt a lot about the inner thoughts and feelings of your partners, which in the long run would help to fully understand them better,” she addressed the couple where Lauren still seemed shocked by her wife’s statement. “What you two need to work on as a couple is on trusting your partners. So I have an assignment for the both of you. Ariana is it, Camila?”

The singer nodded.

“I want you to call her up and within our next session, I’ll like for the two of you to spend some time together. And Lauren, Hailee was it? I’ll also like for the both of you to spend some time together. This is as a means of your partner trusting you enough to spend time with this person, and knowing that you won’t do anything to jeopardise your relationship. When you’re done spending time with the person, I’ll like for you to return home and tell your partner what you did. It’s for your partner to trust you and believe in you. Are we clear?” She asked the couple who reluctantly nodded.

***

“Is Ariana going to be here soon?” Lauren asked her wife as she slipped on her bomber jacket. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen her.”

Camila nodded from her position on the couch. “Yeah. She texted that she’ll be here in five. Where’s that pu…secretary of yours?”

Maggie snickered from her corner of the room. Lauren had called up her sister and asked if she was available to babysit Izzy. Of course she had said yes. Any given opportunity to spend with her niece, the woman would’ve taken it.

“Nice save, Camzii,” Maggie said. She had just finished up braiding her niece’s hair. The duo had planned to spend their day at the zoo and then maybe spy on the child’s mothers, but that hadn’t been decided as yet.

Camila rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, Hailee is outside actually. I know you probably wouldn’t want her inside…” Lauren trailed off as she scrolled through her phone.

Maggie told her niece to go grab her jacket upstairs before addressing the couple. “Why don’t you invite her in? I mean Ariana is coming. It’s not even a love triangle anymore. It’s a love rectangle,” she laughed at her lame attempt of a joke. “Tough crowd. But seriously, it’s a trust exercise right? The four of y'all can chat for a bit, then head on your way.”

What Maggie said did make some sense. Before everything went downhill, Hailee and Camila were really good friends, however, the same couldn’t be said about Ariana and Lauren. The pop star was always super friendly with her friend’s wife, but Lauren always felt threatened when it came to her and the relationship she had with her wife.

Camila sighed and nodded. “Invite Hailee in,” the moment those words left her lips, the doorbell rang.

“Let me answer it!” Maggie squealed. “You know I’m lowkey a fan girl and I am in love with Ariana.” The couple allowed her to do it, when the woman opened the door, she was left shell shocked.

“Hi,” Ariana greeted cheerfully but Maggie didn’t respond, she kept staring at her with her mouth agape. “Um,” she chuckled. “Can I come it?”

Lauren laughed. “MAGGIE!”

The younger Jauregui sister blushed furiously, and stepped aside. “Oh right yeah. Come it. I’m Maggie, by the way. Camila’s sister in law.”

Ariana smiled. “I’m Ariana. It’s nice to meet you,” she turned her direction towards her friend and screamed. “CAMILA! Oh my god, I missed you.” She pulled the other singer into a hug. “You won’t believe how happy I was to hear that you wanted to hang out with me.”

Camila smiled as they pulled away from the hug. “I missed you too, Ari. It’s been so long.”

Ariana turned to wave at her friend’s wife. “Hey, Lauren!” Being the super friendly person that she was, she gave the woman a hug as well. Leaving Maggie a bit sad as she didn’t get a hug. “It’s been so long. How have you been?”

The photographer smiled politely, “I’ve been good. What about you? I saw that you’re nominated for a few Billboard awards was it? Congratulations.” There was a knock on the door, and it opened to reveal Lauren’s secretary and the bane to Camila’s existence.

“Hey, everyone,” Hailee greeted awkwardly. “I’m Hailee,” she introduced herself to Ariana; she was also fan-girling but managed to keep it on the down low unlike Maggie.

Izzy came downstairs a couple minutes later, interrupting the awkwardness and heated atmosphere; which was mainly Camila staring daggers at Hailee.

“Aunt Hailee!” Izzy greeted the woman and threw herself on top her. “I’ve haven’t seen you in forever!”

Before Hailee even had a chance to repond, the child’s mother butted in.

“Princesa, do you see who else is here?”

Izzy gasped. “Ari!” She ran and hugged her and placed a huge kiss on her cheek. “Ari, I haven’t seen you in years!” The child exaggerated. It was technically a couple months but do children even know the concept of time?

Maggie noticed the glares that Camila had been sending Hailee and chuckled to herself. “Damn. If looks could kill, Haiz would be dead by now,” her sister in law shot hr a look.

Lauren elbowed her sister. “Even a kid can keep their cool in front of a celebrity and your grown ass chokes up.” She laughed.

Maggie rolled her eyes. “Shut up. I told you, I have a huge crush on her. I’m bound to embarrass myself. Plus, Izzy met her already. I never did.”

“Whatever you say, hermana,” the older Jauregui sister said teasingly. “Maybe you and Izzy should head out. We’ll be leaving soon.”

Maggie nodded. “You’re right. Mini me! Come on, vámonos. Let’s go look for some boyfriends or whatever you’re into. Remember it’s not bad if you’re gay, you have two moms afterall. However, Lauren is your daddy.”

Smack.

“Just shut up and go,” Lauren rolled her eyes. “Bye, baby. I love you.” She kissed her daughter.

“I love you too, mama,” Izzy said as she gave a her mother a goodbye hug.

Camila gave her daughter a hug and a kiss. “I love you, princesa. Don’t let aunty, Maggie misguide you. You’re a good girl. Okay?”

The child nodded and smiled. “I love you too, mummy.”

*** *At a diner*

Ariana placed a drink in front of Camila, as she slid into the booth opposite her. “So I’m not oblivious as I portray myself to be…what’s going on? Why are we out?”

The other woman took a sip of her milkshake and sighed. “It’s a really long story.”

“And I’ve got the time,” Ariana smirked and rested her arms on the table. “Come on lay it on me.” Camila told Ariana from Lauren’s act of infidelity, to the couple not interacting with one another and to couple’s therapy. “Okay. What? Why? You two were my OTP! How’s couple’s therapy going then? Is it working?”

Camila sighed again. “It’s alright I guess. Haven’t seen much of an improvement. Then Lauren started acting really weird because she saw a text from you on my phone.”

“Oh shit. I’m sorry about that. I love you, Milz. But not enough to date you,” Ariana laughed. “Your sister in law is rather hot though. What was her name again? Maddie?”

Camila laughed. “I’m amazing. You’ll be lucky to date me. And her name is Maggie. I think she has the biggest crush on you. She’s obsessed with Dangerous Woman,” she smirked. “Something 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous womannn.”

Ariana cringed. “Okay wow. Stop. I love my music, but seriously I’m cringing,” she shook her head laughing. “Anyway back to the hot sister in law. I feel like I’ve seen her around. What does she do?”

“She’s a model but she’s pretty out there for work in Guess,” Camila took a bite out of her cookie. “Here let me show you,” she pulled up some pictures on her phone and showed Ariana.

“Oh. Wow. Definitely deserves to be called the hot sister in law. Is Maddie into girls or no?”

Camila laughed. Ariana hadn’t dated anyone since her last relationship a couple years ago. After trying to get her friend back into the dating scene, Camila had given up, but now that she seems to be interested in her very wild, but semi nice sister in law, it was a bit of a shocker.

“It’s Maggie. Short for Margarita. Like the alcohol. The girl can chug back a bottle of rum like it’s nobody’s business. She’s extremely sweet. A bit crazy, but she’s a really nice person,” Camila tried being Maggie’s wing woman even though the woman didn’t ask for her to be. “She did tell me she hooked up with a girl a while back, but you’re the Ariana Grande. Of course she’ll date you.”

Ariana playfully flipped her hair, “You’re right. Who wouldn’t want to date my fine ass?” Camila shoved her friend gently and laughed. “Don’t be a hater, Camzii. But I’ll make sure to stop by to see your super hot sister in law.”

The two ended up chatting for an hour. It was nice spending time with the woman, but Camila’s thoughts kept drifting back to Lauren and Hailee. They were spending their time at a bar and Camila had to trust her wife enough to be around alcohol, with Hailee.

And let’s face it, Camila did not trust Lauren enough. When they got home and told each other what occurred, the singer was not going to believe her wife. But would Lauren possibly jeopardise her marriage by making another mistake?

Who knows?

*** *At a Bar*

“Let’s get this right,” Hailee took a sip of whatever alcoholic beverage she was consuming, “This is some sort of trust exercise? What about the you fall and Camila had to catch you? Doesn’t that make more sense?”

Lauren shrugged. “I mean yeah. But would I trust Camila to catch me? She’ll drop my ass the first second she can get.”

The secretary laughed. “I don’t think she’ll do that. Camila loves you. Whether you choose to believe it or not. And I know you love her too.”

Hailee was right. When she had first met the couple, she could’ve practically felt the love radiating off the two. She hadn’t meant to come between them, unfortunately she did and their relationship seemed like it was spiralling out of control with no means of stopping.

“Honestly? I don’t know if Camila loves me anymore. Things just don’t feel the same between us, anymore,” the photographer sighed sadly.

Hailee took Lauren’s hand in hers, but the woman jerked it back. “Sorry,” she admitted sheepishly. “Camila loves you. She wouldn’t have gone to therapy with you to save your marriage if she didn’t. Just give her some time and she’ll realise it. Maybe she tried to block out her feelings for you, but I know it’s still in there. She can only pretend for so long.”

“Or she actually hates me and found love in Ariana,” Lauren shrugged and sighed as she surveyed the bar. It wasn’t the usual one she came to when she just wanted to get away. But it was the bar she and Hailee came to and had a few drinks too many, then went home and continued drinking. “Or maybe, maybe she never really loved me. That’s a good one.”

“That’s definitely not true, Lauren. Everyone sees how she looks at you.”

The woman chuckled. “With disgust?”

“With love, Lauren. You’re both trying to rush something that clearly needs time to be rebuilt. You don’t just meet someone and jump into a relationship with them. You build a relationship, and when something goes wrong, you fix it and continue to build it,” Hailee tried to make her boss believe the words she was saying. It was true but the couple just wanted everything to go back to how it used to. Obviously it was going to take some time, but how long?

***

“Bye, Camzii,"Ariana waved as she pulled away from the curb of the Jauregui - Cabellos home.

Maggie and Izzy were playing on the swings at the front of the house. They only went to the zoo, Maggie decided against stalking her sister and sister in law, she knew she would’ve gotten the juicy details one way or another.

"Hey, Camzii. How was the date with the hot brunette?” Izzy jumped off the swings and ran into her mother’s awaiting arms.

Camila subtly flipped Maggie off. “It wasn’t a date. We just hung out. Where’s Lauren and the B. I. T. C. H.?”

Maggie threw her head back and laughed. “Okay firstly your insults are becoming lame. But Hailee left and Lauren is inside preparing dinner.”

The singer rolled her eyes. “You know what else is lame? You. Now shut up and go home.”

“How was your day, princesa?” Camila asked her daughter, who was playing with her mother’s necklace. “Did aunty Maggie take good care of you?” She asked the child as she walked past her sister in law and locked the door on the way in.

Izzy went into an animated discussion about how much fun she had at the zoo, and the types of animals she saw. After washing up, they entered into the dining room where Lauren sat at the table awaiting her family.

“Hey,” the photographer greeted her wife softly. “Where’s Maggie?”

At the mention of her name, the woman popped into the room. “You really need to get like some smaller windows. A burglar might enter, or an annoying neighbour that you’re trying to get away from.”

“How the…?” Camila asked. “Didn’t I lock the door?”

Maggie pulled up a chair at the table. “Didn’t you hear me? I slipped in through the window. I couldn’t miss this little discussion,” she tapped the table excitedly. “So when are we going to talk about what we did?” She looked between Camila and Lauren. “Why don’t you go first Camzii? Ladies first right.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. “We’re not talking about this in front of Izzy or you.”

The younger Jauregui sister groaned. “Ugh. You suck.”

“That I do,” she winked.

The four of them ended up eating their dinner without bringing the topic up, just yet. Izzy kept talking about the zoo and how she wanted to go with her parents the next time. When they finished eating, Camila carried Izzy upstairs to shower and get ready for bed.

***

“Where’s Maggie?” The younger woman asked as she entered the living room. “Is she going to pop out through a window this time?”

Lauren laughed softly. “Nah. She has a shoot tomorrow so she’s gone for the night.”

Camila nodded and took a seat on the couch. She brought her legs up to her chest and turned to look at her wife. “Did you…did you do anything you weren’t supposed to do?” She asked softly. Camila wasn’t sure if her heart would’ve handled anymore hurt from the woman who had promised to cherish it.

Lauren looked a bit taken back and offended. “Did you really think I would’ve gotten drunk out of my mind and kissed her?!” She raised her voice. “Can’t you see that I’m completely sober? We had one drink, Camila! That was it. You don’t see me accusing you of anything.”

“I just asked, Lauren! I told you I don’t trust you,” the singer bit back harshly. “And don’t try to act high and mighty. I know you think I must’ve done some shit with, Ariana.”

“Yeah, well I’m hoping that you didn’t and if you tell me you didn’t, then I’m going to believe you.”

The couple never seemed to get along for longer than a couple of minutes without it turning into an argument. That seemed to have always been started by Camila.

Camila stood up. “You know what, Lauren? I’m getting sick and tired of this! Of the constant fighting! I don’t trust you, but you’re not making an effort to make me regain that trust. For some god unknown reason, you don’t trust me and I’ve literally done nothing!”

“That’s exactly it! You portray Ariana more as your wife than you do me. You hang out with her more than you with Izzy and I. You ditched our FaceTime dates to hang out with her! What else do you expect me to think?!” The couple were arguing loudly and unknown to them, Izzy had been watching them. “You can have anyone, Camz…anyone and you chose me. A nobody. You can just decide to pick yourself up one day and leave. Then I’ll be left here alone, you might try to take Izzy from me. That’ll break me, Camz. I can’t…I can’t handle that.”

A tiny voice caught the couple off guard. “Mama? Mummy?” When they turned to see their daughter, she had tears in her eyes. “What’s … what’s going on?”

They weren’t just breaking their own hearts, they were also breaking a four year old’s.

***

Y'all I’m back! I’m sorry for being MIA but now that my main fic is over, WDIGM (Why Did I Get Married?) will have all my attention.

Dropped a long ass update for you guys. Hope you enjoyed it 🦋

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The Thrill of Change

Genre - Comedy

Word count: 2468

Synopsis: A businessman becomes addicted to the thrill of making absurd changes to his mundane office life. Hijinks ensue.

Today I did things a little different. I figured I’d be better for it, but it only made things worse. No, not worse… for something to get worse it has to be bad to begin with, and it wasn’t. Bad, I mean. But things change, people change; at least that’s what I’ve heard. People say that all the time, in fact they’ve said it so much throughout history that people almost exclusively use it ironically now. Anyway, I thought I’d give it a try-- that was my first mistake. Actually it was my only mistake, but there were a whole lot of smaller mistakes that fall under that main big one; changing myself. And I dragged my colleagues down with me.

Now, I’m a civilized man. I wear my tie around my neck just like anyone else; or at least, I have done so since that one incident in which someone finally came forward and told me I had been doing it wrong all these years. I appreciate that. If ever I’m doing something incorrectly, I want the right method to be made known to me as soon as possible. I love doing things right. You could say I have a passion for it. Or I would if I ever felt passionately about anything. If I were to be passionate about something, it would be rightness. I think that’s good, which pleases me because I love being good as well. That would be my second passion if only I were capable. Goodness and rightness are very important to me, even if not to the extent of passion. If I saw someone doing something bad and wrong, I wouldn’t stop them. If I were passionate I suppose I would… maybe that’s something I should strive for? It’s too late now, of course; everything’s changed.

It all started a couple of nights ago when I arrived at work only to notice I forgot my tie. I ran to my cubicle, clenching my trench coat at the chest to cover my shameful error, when I suddenly remembered that my backup ties were at the cleaners. It was closed today. I was about to just totally freak out when my good friend and arch nemesis, Cecil, arrived at my small workspace with a glint in his eye.

“I couldn’t help but notice the way you were holding your trench coat.” He smirked. “Any man of mighty brains and impeccable taste in clothing could clearly see that you were hiding something-- or a lack thereof.” He spun a No. 2 pencil between his index finger and thumb, wrist limp and elbow nonchalantly propped against the corner of my cubicle wall. He raised the coffee in his dominant left hand to his lips with a look of better-than-you-ness. At the time I couldn’t recall the term “superiority,” so I won’t use it here in order to stay true to my recollection of these harrowing events which took place recently enough that I can sort of remember what I was thinking at the time they happened. For example, after my thought about his look of better-than-you-ness, I remember not remembering what I had for breakfast and feeling concerned about it. I spent the next few minutes trying to dig around in my brain for the memory of my morning breakage of fast and missed everything he was saying to me during this time. At last I had it-- Chinese takeout. How silly of me to forget; it was a Tuesday, of course I had my Tuesday breakfast Chinese takeout.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” I asked Cecil with a triumphant grin at the flawless recollection of my latest meal. I recalled the moment of panic when I opened my fortune cookie. The delicate slip of paper inside ripped in half with the cookie, and on it were the mangled words; “There are big changes ahead for you.” This meant nothing to me at the time, but now I was beginning to wonder about its significance.

“I said I think I have an extra tie for you to borrow.” Cecil repeated with exasperation. He hated repeating himself. He often faked it to get back at whoever didn’t hear him the first time, for instance; say he had told you: “You have something in your teeth.”

“Come again?” you would respond.

He would then change it to, “Catch the game last night?” And stomp away in a huff of frustration and-- ah yes! Superiority. That’s the word. (Please excuse me, I am still following my train of thought from the other night.) Of course, he would probably never utter the words “catch the game last night.” Cecil’s most loathed phenomenon in the world is that of cliches. He hates cliches. Just hates ‘em.

Anyway, he must have felt the tie thing to be far too important to change in his second go of suggesting I borrow one of his, because he repeated it for me and I graciously accepted his offer.

“You are too kind, too kind.” I shook his hand violently but at the time it was holding a cup of hot coffee which splattered all over my work area and sensitive skin. I didn’t mind, though; I was overjoyed by this solution to my terribly embarrassing problem. “I promise to return it good as new!”

“Good as new?!” the pencil in Cecil’s right hand snapped at the clench of his fist, the two separate pieces falling to the floor in a clatter that to me resembled the cries of a close bond being severed, two kids in love being taken from each other by cruel circumstance. “I have half a mind to retract my offer at that overused phrase, and to punch myself right in the face for saying I have “half a mind” to do something-- but this tie thing is far too important. I’ll get it to you right away.”

I spent the rest of the day in a constant state of anxiety at the thought of having to wear someone else’s tie, but a foreign tie is better than no tie. Then a strange thing happened to me, and I realized the thrill of being anxious all day. It was… exhilarating! The adrenaline rush coursing through me whenever I looked down or caught someone glancing at my chest was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, and although it made me feel uncomfortable and sweaty, it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was exciting, it was new-- it was change.

I wanted more. I started small; shifting everything on my desk askew so instead of being at right angles they were all tilted towards me, as if they were an audience watching me work. My computer and the long list of monotonous company emails within suddenly became a ferocious lion in the coliseum, and I a gladiator, conquering each reply with a mighty swing of my sword (in this case my sword was my keyboard, just in case my metaphor confused you ((I often have trouble with metaphors))).

Later I added almond milk to my coffee instead of my usual 2%. It was really weird and I didn’t want to imagine how they milked the almonds, but I enjoyed every sip with delight and defiance. At the end of my workday I turned left at my cubicle instead of right to get to the elevator, which was a little stupid in hindsight because my cubicle is at the outer corner of the building near the elevator, so I had to go the long way around… but then I took the stairs! I was washed in the sweat of heros. My knees felt like creaky hinges by the time I completed descending the 36 stories, but it was worth it for the thrill. I felt unstoppable, untouchable.

I jaywalked!

I lived.

I could do anything in the world, and the only person that could stop me was me, and I wasn’t near finished yet. I ran into my co-worker, Trent, on the street opposite that of the office.

“Your hair looks great!” He called out to me.

“Thanks!” I beamed at him. I re-parted it on the other side of my head in the bathroom.

“Hey, a few of us guys that were working late are going out for a beer. You wanna join?”

I suddenly realized that the sun had begun to fall during my trip down the stairs.

“Why, yes!” I would have been home eating my Tuesday frozen burrito with my cat and watching Glee by now. “I would love to join you!” Tonight’s episode was being recorded on the DVR as we spoke. Glee would have to wait.

Trent walked me to his car where we met up with Cecil, two accountants named Murlock and Roy, and some guy I’m not entirely sure works with us or even knows any of us, Norman. Throughout the night I believe everyone was casually throwing out subtle hints to find out who invited him, but no one seemed to show any relation to the large, bald, tattooed man in his impeccably clean wifebeater. That’s okay, though; I always carpool with people I know or am formally introduced to. This was a first, and an exciting one at that.

When we reached the bar, called Beers, I left my suit jacket in the car. I never take off my suit jacket, not until I’m about to get into my jammies. They have clouds on them.

Everyone shouted “Norman!” when we entered, but anyone I asked wasn’t sure how they knew him. There was even a burger named after him. Fascinating fellow.

The entire event of attending a bar hangout session with friends was new to me, so I had nothing to do differently than usual since there was no usual. As the night wore on I became accustomed to the activity, and my new restless spirit needed something different. I needed more change, more excitement. I needed an outrageous gesture, so I lead the bar in song. No one knew the words, as I just made them up, but I sang it all the way through proudly atop a table. I kicked a pyramid of shot glasses which crashed to the floor and the bartender began to approach me, but I was too clever. The guys were enjoying my display, and followed me as I ran out of the bar. We laughed together on the sidewalk. I put my tie around my head like they do in the movies. Cecil smacked me across the head so hard the tie fell off and he proceeded to put it on himself. He was wearing two ties. He was changing… just like me.

The night was ours. The city was ours! We wandered the streets blind, ready to take on the world. I kicked a rock and it broke a window. I felt bad but I trekked on. We gave money to a homeless man. He spat on my shoes and angrily tweeted about it right before our eyes on his shiny new iPad. The wallpaper was something about a pipe not being a pipe. I was baffled by this but I was determined to continue enjoying myself.

We entered a dimly lit building. I was drawn to it by the purple neon lights framing the windows, but it had some questionable items for sale… by that look on your face I’m assuming you want me to move my story along. I can also tell by the tapping of your foot and exasperated sighs and also by you telling me to get a move on. I understand your signals. People have often said I am very perceptive.

The next couple of nights my new best friends and I followed the same routine; after work we headed to Beers and had Norman burgers. We got rowdy and meandered around the city until we were bored. I stopped feeling the adrenaline rush, and realized changes were becoming routine for me. They weren’t fresh, exciting. I needed to do something huge. I needed to do something drastic.

I needed to bring a giraffe into the office.

Acquiring the beast was surprisingly easy, but getting him up the stairs was the real challenge. Fitting him in my cubicle was a bit of a debacle, but he found a tolerable way to rest his head 7 cubes down. What I realized is… no one cared. No one changed what they were doing. They just pretended not to notice. That’s when I lost faith in my colleagues. Even Cecil, who had begun gossiping at the water cooler and saying things like “lovely weather we’re having” with no bigger reaction than a cringe and a nervous twitch, passed by me hurriedly without making eye contact. My full-grown giraffe was the pink elephant in the room, and people ignored it because it was easier than dealing with the situation. Because hiding behind your massive pile of papers that don’t even seem to have a purpose other than being assigned to you is more convenient than taking a giraffe out of the workplace, let alone bringing him in. I suppose that’s how they’ve dealt with me for all these years.

It’s rough being an antelope in LA, but I’ve always tried my best to blend in with society. Luckily I’m not an antelope in LA. Gotcha goin’ there for a moment, didn’t I? Nah, I was living around the center of Vancouver at the time. I’m not adventurous enough for LA… although now I suppose I am. I will move there! No, no… I promised, no more changes. From now on I’m doing things the right way, the good way. I will be good and right as I was before. Like I said, I am a civilized man, even if I am an antelope. I can restrain myself. I can wear my tie around my neck. I can take the logical route to the elevator, and I can descend it with ease in enough time to make it home for Glee and frozen dinners with my cat. That way I can avoid situations like these, and live the rest of my life the easy way, like I did before. I wouldn’t light any more office buildings ablaze and take refuge in the woods outside Vancouver. If you let me out of here I swear I won’t cause you any more trouble, Officer. Can I call you Off for short? OH can I call you Olaf?! That would be sweeeeet.

Anyway, that’s it I guess. Say, don’t I get one phone call? What do you mean it doesn’t work that way here? Who is in charge of this establishment?

Psh, Animal Control… more like animal dominion, am I right? Or is that just a fancier word for control?

The End.

#short story wednesdays #comedy #absurdity #fiction #writers of tumblr #written 2013

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I just want to talk about this since ive been thinking about this topic for over a year now. you may disagree with me and that’s okay, everyone is entitled to their own opinion but if you feel attacked, maybe you are ”one of these” people (’cause why would you feel attacked if it isnät about you?)

When I joined the Pentaholic fandom for about 3 years ago on twitter (that I now have left for personal reasons), I quickly realized that there are some people that live in the US who has the privilege (money and location) to get meet & greet at every show they’re at.

There’s nothing wrong with that! If you have the money and are able to go to their concerts everytime they’re near you, go for it, I would too (if they EVER come to my country which seems highly unlikely). Many people misunderstands, they think that people are bitter just because some people gets to meet them more than one time, which is not why people are bitter.

What makes us other bitter is that SOME (not all) of those who meets them multiple times are rubbing it in our face in a very ugly way. Of course we are jealous but we are also civilized to not shut them off ’cause we don’t want to ruin and be negative over their experience. Concerts makes me happy, seeing other have fun on concerts makes me happy. What does NOT make me happy is when people are bragging their fullest about their experience. Uploading a m&g selfie is not bragging, but uploading 10000 is.

What is an ugly behavior imo:

- ”They recognized me, again!” everytime you’ve been on their concert (ehm yeah duh if they knew who you were last time you met them ofc they know who you are now you don’t have to ALWAYS remind people that you’re ”special”.

- Think that you’re a better or a bigger fan just because you have to money (and location) to go to concerts and buy merch.

- Tweet EVERY SINGLE DETAIL about your experience and what PTX said to you.

- Tell people to start earn their own money if they want to go to concerts (this is pretty common actually and it makes me so mad everytime. People are in school, some are too young, some people are living in countries where PTX never been and so on. At least be aware of your privilege, please. ’Cause yes, it IS a privilege on some way. Either you have the money (and a job), or you live in the US, or you are able to visit another country to see them live.

- Call out sad people as jealous or rude. What the f*ck? Of course people are jealous when the same persons over and over again meet their faves AND are getting it rubbed in their faces? And I’ve never seen someone being rude to someone over this.

Seriously, why do people upload this 10 million tweets and photos about their experience? People who just are genuinely happy uploads one, maybe two photos and are tweeting somthing in style with ”This was the best day of my life, I love you” and I can gurantee you that 10/10 would be happy for you.

But isn’t it clear that when people uploads tweet after tweet after tweet (and also 3 months later), they do it to brag? The only people who will be happy for them is the people who also have met PTX one or more times. Listen to Kendrick Lamar and BE HUMBLE.

Go to as many concerts you want and can and I’ll be happy for you, but I don’t want to hear that you’re Mitch’s favorite fan (as if he has one) ’cause that’s just rubbish and stupid. I can assure you that it’s very obvious when someone is just genuinely hapy AND humble and when someone is happy but wants to brag about it.

EDIT: I’m sorry about all the typos, I wrote this on an ipad this morning before school lol

#pentatonix #ptxofficial #ptx #scott hoying #mitch grassi #sup3rfruit #superfruit #kirstin maldonado #kevin olusola #matt sallee #scomiche

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Any tony centric fanfic recommendations?

Anonymous said: Do you read tony stark fanfics? If so, who is your favorite writers??

I am so sorry for taking so long to get to this, I don’t have an organised system to keep the fics that I’ve read, I mostly just download it on my ipad so it’s a big pile of mess but I do have Tony fics that I would love to share 💜 They’re as requested, Tony Centric, and ratings are all Gen/Teens up. If I didn’t specify, either there’s little to no pairing or it’s canon pairing (Tony/Pepper) in the background

Because I said so: Adventures in Parenting (with commentary by Peter Parker) by Nickygp (Updating)

The vulture is gone, and Peter is back to being the friendly neighborhood Spiderman. Only this time, his aunt is watching him like a hawk, because “you can get hurt Peter!” and Tony Stark is going right along with it - oh and so are all of Tony’s close friends.

Comments: Everything I love, I love fics that weave canon and fanon together nicely, it explores the relationships we don’t have the luxury to watch it on screen, so basically the Iron fam and Peter and May and friends, bonus Harley are now one big happy family and it’s so sweet and heartwarming and I love it so much

Parental Guidance by FriendLey

What if Howard and Maria Stark never died but are bored, retired parents worrying over Tony and nagging him to finally marry that charming girl Virginia, bring home some friends who is not just composed of Rhodey, and for crying out loud when is he going to give them grandchildren?

Comments: A Perfect World AU basically, and I adore it :’)

5 Times Peter Made Tony Laugh Out Loud by grilledcheesing

Post Spider-Man: Homecoming — Tony is just trying his damn hardest to keep this reckless kid from Queens safe, but it’s hard when Peter is, occasionally, ridiculous as all hell.

Comments: THIS IS SO FUN AND DELIGHTFUL, I actually laughed out loud so many times reading it.

Three Times Tony Took Care of Everyone and Once When They Took Care of Him by sunbean72

Comments: Post Homecoming. This fic is so heartwarming and sweet, 100% mood lifting. 100% must read. Tony is so loved

An Ache That Doesn’t Go Away by rebelmeg

This fic picks up immediately after the scene cuts in Siberia, with Steve and Bucky walking away and Tony lying on the cement. In the time between the end scenes of Civil War, and before Homecoming picks up, this is what happens to Tony, from his and a few others’ POVs, as he tries to heal emotionally and physically from the events in Civil War.

Comments: Rip my heart out, and put it back softly again. Angst. But it’s okay, it’s angst with hope.

Welcome to the Family by FriendLey

Peter Parker spends time with Tony’s family. Happy is annoyed, Rhodey is amused, Pepper gets an assistant, and Tony feels betrayed.

Comments: Fluff, Pure fluff

In Retrospect, Maybe We Can We Compromise? by deedeejadexo

Kind, caring, genius and brilliant physicist Doctor Bruce Banner comes to in the most unlikely of places after his adventures with Thor. And for the life of him, he can not figure out how and why the Other Guy would bring him here, of all places. How long has passed this time? And what’s happened on Earth during the last two years during his absence? Where’s Steve and all the other Avengers? Something doesn’t feel right to Bruce. What isn’t Tony telling him?

Comments: After Ragnarok, plus those on set pictures we’ve seen (Tony & Bruce hugging) I honestly can’t wait for Bruce to return to Earth and reunite with Tony. A bit bitter sweet, but it nails Tony and Bruce friendship

5 Valentine’s Pepper and Tony didn’t Spend as a Couple +1 They Spent as a Family by Kizmet

Pepper and Tony’s relationship going through ups and downs over six valentines between 1994 and 2021 (and Rhodey keeps sneaking in somehow)

Comments: Pairing: Pepper/Tony Focused I love the perspectives they give, especially love it when they fill in some blanks pre movies and in-between movies. I love the pre Iron Man world, it makes me feel nostalgic

How It Should Have Been (And Maybe How It Was) by rebelmeg

Tony Stark was surrounded by love his whole life. His mother adored every bit of him from the moment she knew she was pregnant. Peggy was the most devoted godmother that ever lived. Edwin and Ana Jarvis treasured him as the closest thing they would ever have to their own child.But even with all that love… Tony still struggled, because the man that should have understood him best barely gave him a glance.

Comments: AUNT PEGGY!!!!! WHAT WE DESERVE. The greatest crime of Civil War is ripped us off that very likely canon relationship between Tony and Peggy. This one fixes it. :)

5 Times Peter Didn’t Call Tony for Help (and should have) by JBS_Forever (updating)

Tony gives Peter a panic button. He should have known better than to think the kid would actually use it when he was in trouble.

Comments: A Stressed Out Dad Tony basically I love his spiderson

Tony Stark: Terrible Villain Extraordinaire by starspangledsprocket

In a universe where Tony’s drive for retribution over Obie’s betrayal turns him into a villain (kinda), he finds himself at a strange impasse with leader of the Avengers, Captain America.

Comments: Pairing: (Pre) Steve/TonyHe really doesn’t know how to villain lmao it’s a really cute AU and I always love fanfic Steve

Reunion by the_writer1988 (updating)

In Civil War, Tony and Pepper are on a break… yet the events of Siberia may just bring them back together and towards a future Tony had wanted for them ever since 2008.

Comments: Pairing: Pepper/Tony focusedBecause Marvel doesn’t show us how they get back togetherI love that this fic doesn’t just gloss over it, it is a working progress, for both of them, and it’s not always sunshines and rainbows.

Kidding Around by MusicalLuna

Tony may not be the most self-aware guy in the world, but there are a few things he knows:1. Iron Man and Tony Stark are one and the same,2. he’d make a terrible father,3. and his teammates don’t trust him.So naturally, he’s the only man left standing when Loki ages them all back to toddlers. This is going to go well.

Comments: AU where the Avengers actually love Tony only they didn’t know how to show it. Fluff and angst.

What Water Is by heyjupiter

Bruce Banner went back to India in hopes of keeping his head down and staying out of trouble, but Tony Stark sought him out for some unqualified advice.

Comments: Pairing: (Past) Bruce/TonyFilling in the reason why Tony, out of all places, chooses India.Very gentle and sweet, and I just love how they capture the dynamics between Tony and Bruce.

Take Hold of Your Broken Heart (You Don’t Owe Them Any Part of You) by HarperRose (Harper_Rose) (updating)

It takes a teenager, a series of phone calls, and a selfless act followed by a selfish one to heal Tony’s broken heart. And he might just find family along the way.

Comments: I love a good post civil war Tony centric fic, not too bitter, not too forgiving, it’s believable, and it’s constructive. I always love it when Tony is like why be bitter when you can be better

There’s a First Time for Everything by sydiy5bea (updating)

Life’s been rough for Tony these past few weeks. From the move to the Accords to a freaking teenager… yeah, he’s got his hands full. When a spaceship crashes in his backyard, it doesn’t really phase him. He honestly should’ve expected as much.

Comments: Looking forward to their updates, because the Guardians crashing on Tony’s backyard is always a promising fun ride, and now throw Spider in the mix, yes please :D

#theonlyqueenofstars #marvel fic rec #tony stark #fic rec #pepperony #spiderson #iron fam #sorry again this takes so long!! but I hope you can find some you like here :)#anon #ask

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Elizabeth Howard, vice president of publishing at Aspyr, said in an interview with GamesBeat that this kind of title — the $10 version of Star Wars Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast — is more representative of the kind of game that the company is publishing these days.

Aspyr is taking advantage of the fact that there are more game stores available for a wider variety of content than ever before. And there are more intellectual property owners that want to see their content move to the new platforms where the gamers are active. The basic model for Aspyr is to license games and then act as both publisher and developer for the new content.

I talked with Howard about the company’s aspirations and the outlook for both independent game publishers and developers in the current gaming landscape.

Here’s an edited transcript of our interview.

Above: Elizabeth Howard, vice president of publishing at Aspyr

GamesBeat: You have some Switch titles coming from the Jedi series?

Elizabeth Howard: Yeah. We have both Jedi Outcast and Jedi Academy coming to Switch and PlayStation 4. Outcast is dropping later this month, and Academy comes out in the early part of next year, with a further investment in Academy as far as the multiplayer experience. We’re really pumped about bringing that to console players.

GamesBeat: How did you get that? Have you done any Star Wars titles before, or is this the first time?

Howard: Our relationship with LucasArts specifically goes back almost 20 years. We did the Jedi Outcast and Jedi Academy titles for the Mac when they first released. My tenure at Aspyr goes back to doing them the first time. Our core business model is licensing games and then doing the development and publishing. We get the source code and do the engineering and take it to market.

That’s been a valuable asset, that we have this amazing library of content that we can reflect back on now. Almost a generation of gamers have grown up without a lot of these things we were able to touch the first time. We have access to this stuff now to bring to new audiences on new platforms.

It’s not our first time with Lucas, but I’m trying to reflect on whether this is our first time with Lucas as part of Disney. We did Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic on iOS back in 2013. That came about as Lucas was being acquired by Disney, which was super exciting. It was quite the nailbiter. But we still managed to do it.

GamesBeat: How long ago now did you branch out from the Mac to other platforms?

Howard: This is our second version of that, I would say. We did multiplatform publishing in the early 2000s. We brought a couple of titles — back in the day we did Guitar Hero for PC, actually, and Tony Hawk. We did a few DS titles. We were the publisher of a game called Stubbs the Zombie on Xbox and PC.

With the rest of the economy, things got rough in about 2008 and 2009. We were still in the world of physical goods and limited distribution back then. It was a much more expensive game to play for a bootstrapped private company in Austin, Texas. We refocused on Mac and started exploiting our catalog digitally. That was the next growth phase for us.

Then, in about 2013, it was a matter of, how do we start stretching our capabilities in new ways? From both an engineering and a publishing perspective. We did titles like Star Wars: Knights of the Old Republic, Jade Empire, and a game that I loved back in the old days that we brought back called Fahrenheit. We did those for iOS. More recently we developed Civilization VI on Switch. We also, in the last couple years, have beefed up our publishing capabilities as the multiplatform partner for a number of independent titles, including Layers of Fear and Observer.

We’re seeing the culmination of the last five years of work, extending our development and publishing capabilities to allow us to do much bigger projects. The recent announcements are the first step in a much bigger direction for what you’ll see from us in the future.

Above: Star Wars Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast debuts on September 24 for the Switch and PS4.

GamesBeat: How do you find those teams that can do this work? Is that part of your task, to find developers to remake some of these games on new platforms?

Howard: We’re in a pretty significant growth mode here. We’re at about 90 employees, and we have a significant engineering department. We’re now growing our art, design, UI/UX, and other creative and engineering departments in order to expand our internal capabilities. Then we work with a handful of trusted external developers as well.

But to answer your question, yes, our relationship with Disney in this particular case is, we are the publisher. We have an agreement where we’re figuring out the development and go to market process for these titles.

GamesBeat: You do a lot of this work in house, then? The porting work.

Howard: Right.

GamesBeat: In this case is it almost more like building it from the ground up, or does it still feel more like porting?

Howard: I feel like “porting” overly simplifies the work that goes into it. In the days we were doing Mac titles, that’s a more clear port, because it’s more A to B, PC to Mac. The work now to support the specific UI required for console, and then digging in on the additional features we might be able to bring to a particular experience — with the Switch titles we support rumble. With PS4 we support trophies. We’re doing whatever we can within the licensing limitations to improve the experience for that particular customer.

We brought Civilization VI to a number of other platforms. We brought it to iOS, including iPhone and iPad, and we also did Linux. We were the developer for Switch. That’s taking a keyboard and mouse experience and making it work really well on a touch platform, and then stretching that even further to hybridized touch and controller. We call it a sort of reimagining.

GamesBeat: Are there some rising platforms, from your point of view, and some that may be waning or going away?

Howard: From our perspective, broadly the future is multiplatform. Mac was once our bread and butter as a company, but I don’t imagine that being — I think last year was the first year that other platform revenues exceeded our Mac revenues. It seems like the Apple ecosystem is moving more in the direction of mobile, and we’re doubling down on the triple-A experience, which is more traditionally PC and console.

I am really excited to see the enthusiasm around Switch. I’ll be really curious to see how the market receives this. Certainly the announcement went well. It seems like there’s a bunch of consumer interest. But we’ll see how that shows up in purchasing. That will be fun to find out.

Above: The Aspyr team

GamesBeat: Is Switch a very crowded store, or does it still feel less so than some other storefronts out there?

Howard: The Switch store is less so than others. Certainly Steam has an immense catalog that can make it more challenging to battle your way through the content cloud. That being said, I also don’t know that the Switch digital store is quite as optimized as some of the more established platforms. We’ve always invested in bringing these big brands and triple-A experiences over. We’re able to benefit from the established market interest. For a short time, we’ll have one of the only Star Wars games on the Switch. That’s probably not a bad marketing strategy.

For things like Steam, platforms that are more competitive, we’re looking at unique ways to approach that market. We have an upcoming title that we’ll be announcing soon where we’re looking at a new way to approach monetization that will help with discoverability, as well as exciting customers as far as a new way to allow them to play games without having to pay for them up front, but without quite going down the road of free-to-play.

GamesBeat: What are you doing as far as original titles? Do you have titles coming through a different kind of process that are going to make it to the market soon?

Howard: I’d say right now our big focus, and where we see our growth and opportunity — I always like to talk about the unfair advantage. We’ve spent more than 20 years being triple-A brand and game stewards. Our future is, how do we make that even bigger and better? Growth for us is really around stewarding these beloved games and beloved gameplay. That’s where our strength is. We’re building a team that’s capable of doing that in even bigger ways. Instead of just a re-release, maybe a reimagining, a remake, a bigger undertaking with bigger brands.

Right now our focus is not on original, internal IP. We’ll continue to work with external developers as their publishing partner, taking games to market. But we’re really focused on our growth around these big brands.

GamesBeat: What sort of publishers are direct competitors for you?

Howard: It’s interesting, because we always have this debate. We’re a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Team17 have their own IP that they publish in addition to working as a publishing and development partner. The differentiator for us is we’re clearly focused for the most part, again, on triple-A. Even in the Mac days, we were still the Civ people and the Call of Duty people and the Borderlands people.

I think there’s still a market opportunity for licensed IP. There was a day, call it more than a decade ago, where there was a ton of licensed IP, and frankly not well-executed. Everybody was throwing a game to market in association with a movie launch. But if you look at the success of something like Spider-Man recently, when you’re able to connect brands with players in a polished way, it still works. Those kinds of games might be where we exercise more creativity.

GamesBeat: Do you have any interest in raising money? If there’s a growth plan a year from now or a couple of years from now, what do you expect to be like?

Howard: It’s a good question. Right now we’re not in the process of preparing for something like that. We’ve been a bootstrapped company since our inception. So far it hasn’t been a limiting factor. We think the kind of content we’re working on is valuable to strategic partners in the market right now, so potentially that means finding ways to continue to grow and fund games of significance without having to go that route. I might be coming back to you in a year with a totally different story, but right now we’re focused on this, and that sounds like a ton of work and effort. We don’t think we’re there yet.

Above: Star Wars Jedi Knight II: Jedi Outcast for the Switch and PS4.

GamesBeat: It seems like there’s a lot of opportunity in the middle space of the industry. Not among the giant companies, but the companies that can really benefit from things like cross-play. That’s going to be more and more doable across a bunch of the platforms, the ability to take a hit game out into a wider market more easily. That seems to be a trend that helps companies that are in this middle space, which in the past seemed like they were under a lot of pressure.

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To your point, crossplay is an awesome feature. What are opportunities for us to — I think our big differentiator is trying to find the best way to as much value as we can for the player with the games we touch, be it a remake or a reimagining or an indie publishing opportunity. Maybe spending a bit more time and energy on those kinds of features to really delight customers. There’s a lot of opportunity for all of us, and for Aspyr specifically as a 20-year veteran of shepherding big brands to new markets.

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Star Wars: Dark Forces is a 1995 first person shooter from LucasArts. It's a great game - similar to Marathon and the like.

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hulksmashin-bannerpackin · 7 years

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Starry Nights Part 12

Pairings: Hulk x Reader Bruce Banner x Reader

Summary: It is simply the end.

Part 11 Sequel!

Oh my gosh you guys, it’s over and I wish it wasn’t but I’ve entirely wrapped up the story. Thank you so much for going on this journey of one of my first real writing attempts with me and please if you have time leave a nice comment! It makes my day.

Bruce groaned and slowly blinked his eyes open. He sat up holding his head as it throbbed.

“Oh you’re awake!” Y/N chirped happily, turning her iPad off and looking to him.

Bruce jumped at her voice and looked at her shocked. So she wasn’t a dream… “You’re here…” He breathed out and smiled.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Y/N smiled back happily.

“What happened?”

“You fainted when I told you, you were a father.”

The colour drained from Bruce’s face.

“Please don’t faint again. It’s only funny once.”

Bruce swallowed nervously. “Are you-are you sure it’s mine…?”

“Do you want me to slap you again?” Y/N raised a brow as a frown tugged to her face.

“Sorry.” Bruce muttered. “I just- l never thought I could have… I mean after the accident… l left you pregnant?” Bruce’s sentences were jumbled and half finished, they were as broken as his thoughts. “I left you pregnant…” He confirmed to himself, he sounded like he was about to break.

“Hey hey hey.” Y/N leaned forward and delicately grabbed his hand. “You did it to protect me remember? We stayed safe because of you.” Y/N forced herself to say, her feelings were VERY different from her words but she couldn’t stand seeing how shattered he looked and she knew he would never forgive himself otherwise.

“… Is he like me…?”

“You mean is he smart, handsome and sweet like you? That’s definitely a yes to all three.”

“You know what I mean…”

“He’s never turned green and as far as I know it’s just him in there.”

Bruce heaved a breath as his eyes welled with tears. “Can I see him?”

“Of course silly! You’re his father.” Y/N grinned at his shy question. “It’s all I’ve wanted.” She felt her eyes start to water as well. Unable to contain herself anymore, Y/N leaned forward pressing her lips to his with vigour. Bruce let out a moan of shock before wrapping his arms around her, kissing back with just as much enthusiasm and pulling her forward, helping her climb onto the bed with him.

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S/N hadn’t left Steve’s side, much to Tony’s chagrin. Both men were currently sitting at the table with S/N plopped in the centre of the table as Tony was trying to convince him Iron Man was better.

“No no, we like Iron Man!” Tony said loudly and enthusiastically. “He’s cool!” Tony raised both his thumbs. “He can fly!” He held up his hands in the classic Superman pose. “Shoot lasers!” He made shooting noises as he pretended to fire his hand repulsors. “Captain America is a booooring old man.” Tony made a dramatic frowning face as he nodded towards Steve. S/N watched him with interest.

“So whose your faaaaavouriite hero?”

“Capin Merca!!!!!!l”

“Sorry Tony.” Steve smiled apologetically.

“Rejected by my own Godson!”

“Who made you his Godfather?” Y/N scoffed as she walked into the room hand in hand with Bruce.

“Mama!!!!!” S/N made excited grabby hands as Y/N let go of Bruce’s hand in favour of walking towards and picking up her son, pressing a kiss to his warm cheek.

“I can pay for his entire education.” Tony said with a smirk.

“… Nice to meet you Godfather!” Y/N let out a cackle of a laugh and clapped Tony’s shoulder who smirked back proudly.

“You’ll see I’ll be his favourite superhero yet! He can be my sidekick when he’s older!” Tony was already mentally designing a mini iron man suit.

“Tony.” Bruce chastised defensively. “He’s not going to be a hero.”

“Weeeeeell.” Y/N chimed in causing both men to look at her confused.

Y/N gently set S/N down. “Baby why don’t you show everyone how strong you are.”

“I allowed?!?!”

“Just this once.”

S/N toddled forward with a determined face and grabbed onto the tables leg with both hands. With a small grunt he hoisted the table up raising it high above his head. He lost his balance and with a tiny “oomph!” as he landed on his butt.

Steve, Tony and Bruce’s eyes all almost bulged out of their skulls as they stared at the small child in shock.

Y/N crossed her arms proudly. “You should see his tantrums.”

Bruce looked the most offended as the men gazed at her. “He has the Hulk’s strength?!”

“He has your smarts!” Y/N fired back at him, picking S/N up when he put the table down. “He’s doing advanced math! Not because I’m making him, because he WANTS too!” She said emphasising his natural talent.

Bruce took a deep breath while Tony had the biggest grin on his face and Steve just looked concerned.

Bruce approached Y/N and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, gently guiding her forward. “I want to show you something.” Bruce announced ushering her towards the door before Tony had the chance to jump in and go off on another rant.

“I thought you said he wasn’t like me?” Bruce frowned as they stepped into the elevator.

“I said he didn’t turn green. There’s nothing wrong with him being like you and Hulk.” Y/N kept her tone civil as to not alert her oblivious son of the discomfort in the air. “Don’t you get it Y/N I’ve ruined his life.” Bruce picked up the hint and tried to keep his tone even as they stepped out of the elevator.

“Are you my daddy?” S/N spoke up before Y/N could respond to Bruce.

Bruce looked down at the child shocked.

“I told you he was smart.” She muttered, knowing he worked it out just from hearing their conversation.

S/N stared up innocent at Bruce who swallowed the lump in his throat. He nodded slowly. “Y-yeah, I am.” He said nervously, looking like a deer caught in headlights.

S/N made grabby hands at Bruce so Y/N lifted him off her hip and carefully placed him in Bruce’s arms once she was sure he wouldn’t drop him. S/N patted Bruce’s face with his hand. He smiled and wrapped his small arms around Bruce’s neck and nuzzled into him. “Daddy!”

Bruce looked up at Y/N and she ushered him quietly to go on.

Bruce bit his lip to try and keep his composure as he wrapped his arms protectively around the child. “Dad-Daddy’s here.” The word sounded foreign and strange on Bruce’s tongue but never the less right. “And he’s never going to leave you again.” His voice cracked slightly at the end of his sentence and Y/N let out a sob at the scene.

The three of them stayed in comfortable silence and after what seemed like an eternity S/N pulled away to yawn.

“Mama I tired.” S/N blinked sleepily reaching for her. She plucked him out of Bruce’s arms as she realised how late it actually was. “Right, we’ll get you to bed soon baby.”

“I still need to show you something first.” Bruce smiled, wiping at his eye before he continued to lead Y/N towards a small set of stairs.

She felt the warm air of the outside hit her as she looked around at the outdoors area. She looked at Bruce questionably.

“I thought you might… Want to watch the stars again…”

Y/N’s eyes widened as Bruce tugged his shirt off and let himself transform.

S/N eyes glistened in wonderment as he watched his father grow and turn green.

Hulk looked at Y/N warily as his eyes landed on S/N. He didn’t know how to react. He was almost half sure that he wouldn’t be allowed to be around the very fragile child.

Seeing that Hulk wasn’t moving she took the liberty to sit down and pat the ground beside her. Hulk carefully sat down beside her at a safe distance which caused Y/N to roll her eyes and scoot towards him. “Baby.” She said to S/N and gestured to Hulk. “This is your other dad. Uh, this is Green Daddy.”

S/N eyes widened as his young mind processed what he was being told. Two daddys?! TWO daddys?! He didn’t even have one this morning! He once more made grabby hands as he leaned out of Y/N’s grip to reach Hulk, who in turn looked at Y/N nervously. She smiled and placed S/N into Hulk’s large hands, showing him how to hold S/N safely.

S/N made whining noises as he raised his arms which startled Hulk, immediately thinking he did something wrong his eyes darted to Y/N. She held her hands up to her chest simulating that was what S/N wanted so Hulk as carefully as he could raised up S/N to his chest allowing the small boy to reach and pat Hulk’s face like he did to Bruce. “Green Daddy!” He squealed in delight and nuzzled into Hulk’s neck.

Y/N wanted to laugh, she had never seen the ‘incredible hulk’ the ‘strongest one there is’ so afraid before, he did however hold her tongue and allow them to have their moment. S/N was so comfortable on Hulk’s extremely warm chest he had ended up falling asleep. Hulk was once more startled when his child stopped moving but was assured that S/N had only fallen asleep as it was way past his regular bedtime.

Y/N stood and made her way up onto Hulk’s lap settling herself down comfortably. She smiled and looked up at him, looking at their son. She leaned against him and turned her attention towards the stars. She could finally watch the stars again with her beloved Hulk and she knew in her heart that this was the start of the four of them finally becoming a family.

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autumn-in-phandom · 7 years

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Dan&Phil (with no space)

SOLVE THIS CRIME- Dan and Phil play: ‘Layton's Mystery Journey!’

Which I think is very cute, has great banter, cooperation, a sassy Dan, a flirty Phil, with no space between them and is definitely worth a re-watch.

Timestamps below the cut because they are lonnng.

0:01 “Hello Dan and Phil Games ‘detectives’"- Phil 0:03 Magnifying glass hand thing, Tomb Raider sound effect and Phil humming Sherlock theme combined 0:11 "Professor Layton, what what"- Dan with hand motions 0:13 Phil holds his composed angelic face while Dan gives the background info. 0:20 Dan sitting by a rainy window pretending to be intellectual. What an image. 0:27 "Lady Layton"- high pitched Dan (find a guy who can do it all) 0:30 "So today I think I'm going to be Sherlock Holmes and you're going to be Watson" -Phil 0:34 "Whatya sayin?"- Dan with that look.

I don't know how they actually feel about Johnlock. They've both referenced it before but have been kind of vague on their stance. Personally I love the show but don't ship them. But the implication of shipping definitely seems to be present and Dan is at the very least feigning disapproval. That or he just wants to be Sherlock. See below.

0:35 "Well I mean, I'm like the Benedict Cumberbatch, I look like Benedict Cumberbatch, I'm more superior at mystery solving."- Nice try Phil.

Watching Dan's face here is funny, his feigned grumpiness, transitions to a comical frown with a shrug of agreement when Phil says he looks like BC, then a funny scoff to smile at Phil suggesting he's superior.

0:45 Dan bursts Phil's bubble shooting down Scooby Doo 0:49 Woah what a jump cut between happy open mouth Phil to, what do even call that? Is that Phil's resting bitch face? 0:50 Zoom into Dan talking to give Phil a moment to recover. 0:55 "A sneky prev"- Dan 1:00 Playing in Nederlands would add to the mystery or we could test Dan's French.

1:05 "’Katrielle and the Millionaires' Conspiracy’. Dang."- very dramatic Dan 1:09 "I'm already hooked cause there's a little dog outline."- Phil 1:13 "That's all I need to sign up for an app."- Dan 1:19 "Dan&Phil with no space" (what this video should actually be called) 1:24 "Dan question mark Phil?"- strike a pose

(The iPad also assumed it was a typo as it offers Dan&Phil as a suggestion. Earlier suggestions were "Dance" and "Danisnotonfire")

1:33 Phil's monocle/magnifying glass returns with an "aha". Dan claims Phil is "repeating a joke I made at the beginning of the video", not likely Dan. Phil is all joyous laughter. 1:45 "Stop getting paranoid. Not everyone hating another person is about you, Shirley"- Dan (watching Phil's reaction to Dan's rant is hilarious) 1:50 "Are you ready for a video?"- Phil (aka "are you done?") 1:53 "Yeah."- Dan

2:00 "A misty town, in yesteryear." Dan high voice. "I'll stop ruining this." 2:05 They are both delighted by the anime style art 2:12 ‘Daddy!’ "Daddy"- Dan "Daddy. Is the first word you hear."- Phil "Daddy Layton"- Dan nods knowingly. 2:18 "No, this is not Dream Daddy."- Dan 2:29 Sad, guilt, "just a dream." 2:31 "She's got a house plant, which is a lot more alive than all of ours" 2:37 "She opens the curtains, that's why her house plants are alive."- Dan 2:40 "Ohh, that would make sense."- Phil (see Dan's ls) 2:44 Dan supports unpractical fashion choices 2:46 Phil knows a thing or too about diseased English pigeons. 2:53 "I'm going to see some corpses!"- Dan 3:00 London is not a wholesome town 3:05 "Phily's detective world. Mysteries solved for free."- Phil 3:10 "Please I just want company."- Dan after cracking up.

3:13 "Lady and a Tramp." "Nice." 3:15 "Is she gonna eat some sensual spaghetti?"- Phil 3:16 "She's gonna kiss a dog."- Dan 3:19 "The dog's here!"- Phil 3:20 "ADOPT HIM!"- Dan 3:21 "Pet the dog!"- Phil 3:22 "ADOPT HIM RIGHT NOW!"- Dan (okay boys) 3:24 "The dog has a very strange tail."- Dan 3:26 "It's defying gravity." (Wicked on the mind Phil?) 3:30 "I mean okay, I'm sorry, sign me up for talking dog."- Dan 3:45 "Please help, I'm hallucinating talking dogs."- Dan 3:55 "Is it just gonna secrete a cake through the iPad? Cause I'm down for that."- Phil 4:10 "Presuming that we actually ever *mumble mumble*."- Dan

4:19 "Spoilers abound."- Phil 4:20 "Protection."- Dan 4:27 "Give me a cake!"- Dan 4:29 "Use more of a baker voice."- Phil 4:37 "The Power of Triangles!"- Dan (nice self reference there) 5:01 "What is wrong with you?"- Dan says with fondness 5:10 "That looks less like a K than miine did."- Phil teasing and so close 5:14 "Delet this."- Dan 5:24 "You need to stop saying 'floppy ding dong'."- Phil (um. truth.) 5:35 Phil thinking outside of the box, inside the box, very literally. 5:40 Dan gets really excited by Phil's idea of negative space. Phil gets excited by Dan moving the shapes around. 5:55 The best iPad sharing here. 6:05 Dan starts to get discouraged just as Phil figures it out. 6:10 Dan’s face 6:15 "Mmm (high five) boom."- Dan 6:26 "Well done Phil."- danisasupportivepartner 6:35 "Don't pay me in money, pay me in cakes, that would be a Dan and Phil's detective agency."- Dan 6:40 "How do you like that doggo?"- Phil 6:41 "Up to scratch. Haha ha ha hm."- Dan 6:45 "A bit of a sexy scratch there wasn't it?"- Phil 6:47 "That was a bit weird there, the dog doesn't support that."- Dan 6:48 "Sorry."- Phil (quick, soft, low, subtle banter)

6:55 "I love her voice it's like Hermione Granger meets Beatrix Potter."- Dan 6:59 "What can I do for you?"- Phil imitates her voice, because not only does he look like Voldemort, but he *is* Hermione. 7:15 "I love his ankles rolls because of his floppy skin."- Dan (talking about the dog of course) 7:18 "Aw it's so anime, I love it."- Phil 7:25 "I wanna solve that mystery. That's an ancient civilization?! That looks like a terrifying dystopian future where mantid lizards exist."- Dan 7:36 "Hello. Is that the Watson in this? That looks like you. I'm Lady Layton, you're that guy."- Dan who apparently is fine with the Johnlock dynamic so long as Phil is the Watson character and Dan gets to be a sassy femme Sherlock. (See below)

7:44 "Ernest."- P 7:45 "Ernest Greeves."- D 7:46 "That's a strong name."- P 7:46 "Amazing."- D 7:47 "I wish I was called Ernest."- P (I think that's what he says) 7:48 "I ship it!"- Dan says all intense and growly 7:55 "Pugsworth." 8:05 "Sherlock exists in the same cannon as Layton."- Dan 8:07 "What"- Phil 8:10 Phil gives the role of Katrelle to Dan. Phil takes Ernest. Dan takes the dog of course and Phil voices Inspector Hastings. 9:30 "In the 'ole of Britain!"- Both in sync, shaking their faces, having fun 9:51 "Frickin slapped. Ernest and Sherl in the corner of Lady Layton's priorities."- Sassy Dan

10:07 "The Hand That Feeds" (weird fist motion from Phil) 10:12 "Someone's stolen a hand!"- high pitched Dan 10:17 "That's a whole diddly operation."- Dan 10:19 "It was Spider-Man. Tom Holland wants more attention."- Phil 10:21 "Honestly what a fiend(?)"- very quiet Dan 10:34 "Do the lamppost."- Phil (not innuendo just what Dan should be investigating, Phil is trying to get him back on track but is very amused.) 10:39 "Come on, Kat, what are you dawdlin' there for, eh? The case, woman! The case!"- Phil saying dawdlin' and woman in a northern accent is great. 10:40 "Woman."- Dan echos with attitude. 10:49 "Hmph, teachin' Grandma to suck eggs, are ya?" (more things I didn't know I needed to hear Phil say)

10:55 "What bag?"- danisexcited 10:59 Oh my god both their faces right before they say: 11:00 "Wardrobe!"- Both "Yes!"- Phil 11:02 "We found the content!"- Dan Some simple puzzle solving 11:47 "Wait! I want to go in the bag. This is very important."- Dan 11:50 "Wardrobe!" (Sing it Dan!) "Yes!"- Phil 11:54 "Coatless!"- in sync 11:57 "Dating dress"- Dan "Oohh"- both "Oh hel-lo!"- Dan 12:03 "Tomboy. Equestrian ensemble!"- Dan's over the top gestures and Phil's excited face. 12:05 "I want my ensemble to be that."- Phil (of course you do) mirrors Dan's hand to chest movement. 12:07 "Slay me. Jesus."- Dan 12:12 "Sky blue, statement."- Dan 12:14 Phil with the game info. 12:19 "That's me."- Phil 12:20 "Daddy's girl."- Dan 12:21 "Okay that's not me."- Phil laughs

12:30 "He's shady AF"- Phil 12:35 "'Top o' the mornin' to ha!' Its jacksepticeye"- Phil 12:37 What the hell Dan? Calm down. 12:46 "Investigatink"- Dan 12:47 "I can't do an Irish accent."- Phil, belly laugh 12:48 "This is regional dialect reading test the game."- Dan 13:03 "aforementionedly"- both 13:25 "Stachenscarfen"- Dan 13:26 "That's you."- Phil 13:29 "Auf Deutsch"- Dan 13:38 "In a vay, yes. In a vay, no."- Dan (sounds more Austrian) 13:55 Dan yells into the iPad "Out after midnight are you Stachenscarfen? We're onto you!" (simmer down son)

(I love Phil's hands. They are big yet elegant.)

14:53 "You like twiz the..."- Phil doing circle motions 15:14 "Waiting until its midnight."- Dan says somewhere between cocky and uncertain 15:41 "Yeah. I don't- I mean, sure. Why not? It's like you have lives. Do you have lives?"- Dan 15:46 "Yes!"- Phil "YES!"- Dan 15:49 "But was it for the reason that I said?"- still unsure Dan 16:11 "Oh you want to see a dead body do you Earnest, you want to get real, you want to see crime up in your face? I don't think you can handle it Earnest!"- Dan being extra again 16:38 "Nick Booker" pun 16:48 "Wait I can do this one."- Phil 16:50 "Okay go on Phil, do it."- Dan 16:55 Pause that pose 16:57 "I live for the positive reinforcement of Lady Layton being happy that I'm assembling the clock hand."- Dan 17:03 Phil is distracted momentarily by something off to the side.

17:05 “Hello copper.”- Dan 17:07 "'Ello 'ello 'ello, Miss Layton.'"-Phil 17:09 "That is exactly what he-"- Dan 17:10 "That's what his face looks like"- Phil 17:11 "With his tiny face!"- squeaky Dan 17:12 "It's so squished."- Phil 17:29 "Yeah get in there."- Phil (what was this about? I forget. Context.)

17:38 Danispanting 17:45 "'Magnificent'."- Dan (inside the clock face) 17:46 "That's just what we were saying."- Phil says so sweet. I think they were admiring the art design but it got cut. 17:52 "I know what gets you going Earnest."- Dan (enormous cogs) 17:58 "Like a corpse."- Dan 18:00 "I wanna do it!"- AssertivePhil (not a corpse mind you) 18:02 "Okay Phil, find the cranny. How good is Phil at finding that spot? He found it. There we go."- danisnotappropriate 18:08 "REDDISH WRISTWATCH!"- x12 nice reference 18:26 "UH CLOCK"- both groaning 18:36 "Get that self esteem, yes!"- high pitched Dan

19:17 "Do you know what you're doing or-?"- Phil with the biggest smile 19:19 "Yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah!"- Dan 19:20 Jumpcut to zoom in on the terrified children and away from a flirty Phil. 19:28 "Woyah!"- Dan 19:32 "Oh no. Oh we f***ed it. Impasse."- Dan 19:42 "You reckon?"- Dan (then “I reckon”) 20:05 "King of Bubbles."- Dan 20:06 "I would not have been able to do that."- Phil 20:07 "Really? You play a lot of uh, of um, shape popping apps."- Dan 20:11 "True. Maybe. Maybe."- Phil's eyes

20:17 “Who do you think stole the hand?”- Phil 20:21 "I think it was the dog."- Phil 20:36 "I feel like that's a good taste of the mystery solving experience."- Dan 20:38 "Yeah. You've given it a little lick, but you don't know the full answers. Cause you could go find out yourself-"- Phil 20:43 "You just ruined the nice... description..."- Dan 20:46 "Like you've got the flavor."- Phil 20:47 "Why do you- no, no!"- Dan 20:48 "Like a lollipop."- Phil 20:49 "Stop with the licking!"- Dan 20:50 "Sorry."- back to innocent angel faced Phil

21:00 Price and Promo 21:16 "I'm just here for the anime to be honest, like a show I just started watching."- Dan 21:20 Phil tongue 21:21 "A lick of the Layton Lolly."- holy hell Dan, looking at Phil while saying that was indecent 21:31 "Clicking our buttons."- Phil 21:34 "For more vids, last vid."- Dan 21:38 "I'm gonna go kidnap a talking dog."- Dan 21:39 Sherlock theme outro and eye hand thing by Phil.

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