#bench trio ff

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Ya know it’s really funny how ppl on twt will make fun of beeduo fans for being sad that they don’t interact on stream anymore and then simultaneously make a million posts about how they miss their fave cc dynamic.

The hypocrisy is showing, is what I’m trying to say.

#fandom critical #beeduo #like can y’all not be dicks to them ffs #idk maybe I’m more sensitive to this bc I’ve seen posts making fun of bench trio fans

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#5

Faultline - Chapter 3/3 “Aftershocks”

I’m happy I didn’t have to leave you hanging too long after that last chapter! Special thanks to the best beta in the business @hookedmom for checking it over quickly enough for me to get it posted this soon. Please see the first chapter for the list of people who were at least partially responsible for encouraging me to write this story. 

Story Summary: On the day Killian and Liam Jones meet Emma Swan, a major earthquake rocks San Francisco and the trio has to help each other survive. Based loosely on the movie “San Andreas”. 

Rating: M

Words: Ch. 3 - 7937

Total words: 21,030

Find the rest of the story on Tumblr:  Ch1  Ch2

Also found on ffn and Ao3

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Liam looked helplessly at his brother, seeing the anguish in his eyes over losing the woman he had come to care for, and knew he couldn’t give up on trying to bring her back to life. With renewed determination, he turned back to Emma and began pumping her chest again, all the while chanting, “Come on, lass! Come on!” 

He gave her three rescue breaths and pumped her chest twice more, then she suddenly coughed and sputtered, pitching forward and spewing water out of her mouth. Liam gently pounded her on the back as Arthur and Gwen cheered. 

“Emma!” Killian gasped, surging forward to gather her into his arms. She continued to cough and gag as she held onto him. 

“Welcome back, lass,” Liam said, smiling with relief. 

With the crisis averted, Arthur settled back into the captain’s chair and started the engine, then turned the boat and continued moving cautiously through the bay. Liam and Gwen resumed their seats too, but Killian and Emma remained on the deck of the boat, clinging to each other tightly. 

“I thought I lost you,” he murmured into her ear. 

“I’m s-sorry,” she whispered, beginning to shiver, both from being wet and the shock of what had just happened to her. Gwen stood up and moved across the back of the boat to lift the top of the bench seat, pulling out an armful of towels, which she handed to Killian. 

He unfolded and draped two of them around Emma, then one over his own shoulders. Using another, he began to dry her hair, all the while telling her how relieved he was that she survived. 

Liam watched the scene in front of him and realized his brother had already fallen hard and fast for the lovely lass they had just met less than half a day ago, although it seemed more like an eternity after all they’d been through together. 

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Fifteen minutes later, Arthur steered the boat up to the pier closest to Millbrae. As the trio began to disembark, Arthur stopped Liam and returned the money Killian had given him earlier. “This trip is on me,” he said firmly. 

“Thank you, mate,” Liam said, shaking the man’s hand. 

Gwen hugged all three of them, saying, “Take care and stay safe.” 

Liam carefully climbed onto the dock, then turned, put both hands around Emma’s waist and lifted her easily to set her beside him. Killian shook Arthur’s hand also, expressing his thanks, then joined his brother and Emma on the platform. All three of them waved as the boat pulled away, heading further down the bay. 

“How far away is your apartment?” Killian asked, wrapping his arm around Emma’s waist to give her extra support, since she was still weak from her ordeal. 

“About a twenty minute walk from here. There’s a dollar store a few blocks away that’s always open late, where I think we should stop and get you guys some clothes, sleepwear and other essentials. I know it won’t be top quality, but at least you could change out of those clothes.” 

“I don’t care what kind of quality they are,” Liam uttered. “I can hardly wait to get out of these bloody clothes.” 

“And he means that quite literally,” Killian chuckled. 

“We really should go directly to the Medical Center to get you guys checked out, though,” Emma said. 

“And you, as well,” Killian stated. “Near drowning can cause all sorts of complications.” 

“Where is the Medical Center?” Liam asked. 

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67 notes - Posted February 25, 2022

#4

Faultline - Chapter 1 “Tremors”

Here it is - my contribution to the Captain Swan Movie Marathon Collection! This story is loosely based on the movie San Andreas and I have many people to thank for encouraging me to write it. My very loyal beta @hookedmom was with me once again, despite being on a well-earned vacation for the past week. Thanks also to @teamhook, who has been asking me to contribute to the collection for months now, @kmomof4, who flailed over my last lines and helped me with the pic sets, @gingerpolyglot​, who helped me plot out the story, @motherkatereloyshipper, who found lovely pics of Liam for me and used her magic to make him look ‘younger’ and last, but far from least, @apiratewhopines, who has been messaging me every night to see how close the story is to being finished! The enthusiasm for it from all the ladies on the CSMM Discord has also been very much appreciated!

Summary: On the day Killian and Liam Jones meet Emma Swan, a major earthquake rocks San Francisco and the trio has to help each other survive. 

Rating: M

Words: 6072

Chapter 1 of 3

Also found on ffn and Ao3

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“Liam, would you please stop jiggling your leg? It’s annoying,” Killian Jones growled at his older brother. 

“I can’t help it. This interview is very important for my future, and yours as well,” Liam said. 

Killian checked the time on his phone. “You still have nearly twenty minutes to wait. Why the bloody hell did we get here so early?”

“I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to be late. You could have stayed at the hotel, you know.” 

“I thought that would be boring, but sitting here doing nothing is probably even worse.” 

“Stop your grousing, brother. Why don’t you use your little book to plot out our itinerary for the week?” he said, gesturing toward the San Francisco tour book laying on Killian’s lap. 

After giving him an indignant look, Killian flipped open the well-worn book and began paging through it. 

A few minutes later, he heard Liam give a low whistle before whispering, “Wow! What a stunner!” 

Killian looked up from studying the book to see an absolute vision in front of him. A blonde woman dressed in a red blouse, black leather jacket, and jeans which deliciously hugged her curves, was coming up the escalator from the parking garage. He could feel his mouth drop open in awe of her beauty as she approached, accompanied by a man of average height, with slightly shaggy brown hair, dressed in a gray suit. Killian’s eyes narrowed as he appraised the man, sensing an air of superiority and arrogance about him. 

“Now, stay right here. I’ll be back as soon as my meeting is over,” he was saying, and Killian couldn’t help but notice he was talking to the woman like she was a small child. 

Evidently, she felt the same way. “Do you think I’m five-years-old, Walsh?” 

“Of course not, Darling,” he replied in an oily tone. “I just don’t know how long I’ll be gone and I don’t want you worrying about where I am.” 

“I’m sure I’ll be able to entertain myself for a while,” she said, and Killian smirked at her eye roll. 

“Very well, I have to go. Mustn’t be late and make a bad impression, you know,” the man said, holding up his wrist to check his large and garish watch. “Try not to miss me too much, Darling.” He aimed a kiss at her lips, but she turned her head to accept it on her cheek instead. 

The woman watched him walk away, then sank down into the chair across from Killian with a sigh. When she glanced up to see him looking at her, her eyes widened behind the dark frames of her glasses and then she smiled. 

Killian could feel the heat creeping into his face, but he didn’t look away. “Uh, hi,” he ventured. He felt Liam shift beside him, his elbow digging into his side a bit. 

“Hi.” she replied.

“Oh, um, I’m…I’m Killian Jones,” he stuttered, offering his hand. 

“Emma Swan,” she responded, accepting his hand and shaking it. 

“And I’m Liam Jones, Killian’s big brother,” Liam said, also shaking her hand. 

“Older brother,” Killian corrected. 

Emma giggled. “You guys don’t sound like you’re from around here.” 

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70 notes - Posted February 21, 2022

#3

My contribution to the ‘Heatwave Collection’

With the hot temperatures that many people have been experiencing recently, several of us have written Captain Swan ‘heatwave stories’. The idea was suggested by @cs-rylie on the CSMM Discord, so I owe her thanks for that, and also for looking over this story as I wrote it. Of course, @hookedmom was once again my fabulous beta, catching all my errors, and giving helpful suggestions to make this story better. 

You can find the ‘Heatwave Collection’ on Ao3 here. Be sure to check out all the great stories! 

SUMMARY: A heatwave in Storybrooke has everyone on edge, and Emma is feeling the heat of being the town sheriff. Her pirate takes it upon himself to help his wife find some relief from the weather and the pressures of her job. 

Rating: M

Words: 3623

Also found on Ao3 and ffn

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“Good afternoon, Love,” Killian greeted as he entered the stuffy confines of the Storybrooke police station. 

Emma looked up from the paperwork she was attempting to put in order, but was being hindered by the oscillating fan sitting on the corner of her desk. How could her husband look so damn hot when it was…so damn hot? Even the way the sweaty, rogue strands of hair fell across his forehead into his eyes was sexy. 

“What’s good about it?” she grumbled. 

He crossed the room in four quick strides, his smile fading a bit as he took in his wife’s scowling face. “Something wrong, Swan?” 

“Wrong? Oh, no, nothing’s wrong,” she spat sarcastically. “The heat is just making every citizen in this town lose their damn mind! And of course, it’s the sheriff’s job to solve all the problems around here, so half the morning was spent running from dwarf to dwarf, trying to figure out who stole whose fan. Then there was the case of the fender bender in the grocery store parking lot, where the worst damage was the ice cream that melted all over the back seat, while they waited for me to arrive. I caught hell for that! It’s not my fault it’s almost a hundred degrees and nobody can handle it!” 

Recalling how they both used those same words in the sultry jungle of Neverland before their first kiss, Killian smirked, which was probably the worst thing he could have done at that moment. When Emma looked up and caught sight of his expression, she jumped up from her chair, her hands in fists as she leaned on her desk. “What the hell is so funny, Jones?” 

He held his hand up placatingly. “Calm down, Swan, I’m not making light of your challenging day. I was simply reminded of those particular words being used several years ago, while experiencing a different sort of simmering heat.” 

Her brows scrunched together as she tried to decipher his meaning. He could tell the exact moment she figured it out, because her face melted into a soft smile. “Oh, yeah. Well, that heat was much more fun.” 

“Aye, and it still is,” he purred, sauntering up beside her and rubbing his hook against her hip, while his hand slid up her bare arm. Her attire of a tank top and khaki shorts wasn’t exactly professional, but he couldn’t say he minded. 

“Don’t start anything, Killian. This office is a furnace and I’m a sweaty mess.” 

“You look ravishing, Darling.” 

She rolled her eyes disbelievingly, but couldn’t keep the corners of her mouth from turning up a bit. “All the same, in this heat, even fooling around with my hot husband doesn’t sound appealing.” 

“In that case, what do you say we sail away, Love?” 

Emma sighed. “I can’t, Babe. I’m supposed to be in the office until five, so I’ve still got a couple hours of insanity left.” 

“I would say you’ve done enough for the fair citizens of Storybrooke today. Let them figure out their own issues for the remainder of your shift. Just think how lovely it would be to feel the sea breeze in your hair and on your face.”

“Don’t tempt me. You know Madam Mayor would be after my head if she hears I left work early.” 

He nuzzled behind her ear, murmuring, “Regina doesn’t intimidate me. Besides, this pretty head belongs to me, Mrs. Jones.” 

“Killian,” she groaned, though her attempt at rebuffing him didn’t have much effect, since she was tilting her head to allow him access to the column of her throat. 

“You know you want to get away from here,” he whispered. “No more dwarves, no more hot office, no more complaints. Just you,” he paused to nibble on her collarbone, “me,” another love bite, “and the Jolly Roger. I’ll even mix up some of your favorite concoction to bring along.” 

“Rum punch?” she asked breathlessly. 

“Mmhmm. What do you say, Love?” 

“I say you had me at ‘no more dwarves’.”

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71 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

#2

Lunch is on Me  (A CS AU Story)

This story is inspired by a post that’s been circulating on social media and I thought it was perfect for our beloved Captain Swan. Many, many thanks to @motherkatereloyshipper​​ who created Liam’s tombstone picture for the pic set, @apiratewhopines​​ who constantly fluffs my aura and who gave me useful feedback for the story, the ladies on the CSMM Discord for their help on the pic set, and (you know what’s coming next!) my dedicated and loyal beta @hookedmom​​​, who has been with me through thick and thin and who makes every story I throw at her 100% better! 

Story Summary: Emma Swan makes a mistake when ordering a DoorDash delivery and tells the driver to keep the food for himself. The response she gets moves her to tears and has her hoping to meet the man in person someday. 

Rating: T

Words: 3544

Chapter 1/1

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“Dammit!” Emma Swan cursed, reading the message on her phone. 

This is Killian, your DoorDash driver. I’m here to deliver your food. 

In her haste to get lunch delivered while she had a break between regional business meetings, she forgot to change the address for delivery to her hotel in New York City, instead of her apartment in Boston. Now, some poor guy was standing at her door with her food order, and she was going to have to resort to stale vending machine snacks. 

I’m sorry, I forgot to change the delivery address. Enjoy the food. Lunch is on me. 

She quickly checked her hair and makeup in the mirror, gathered up her room key and purse, and was on her way to the door when her phone dinged with another notification. 

Umm…okay. Thanks very much. 

Sighing, she went out into the hallway and turned left, in search of the nearest vending machine. 

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Emma’s meetings in the hotel conference room stretched on into late afternoon, while she grew increasingly bored and hungry. How many times could they reiterate the plummeting sales numbers and explore possible interventions to halt the decline and improve the bottom line? She knew she should be more concerned, but at the moment, her growling stomach was demanding more attention than the lack of sales. 

When the final speaker of the day began wrapping up his presentation, Emma chanced a look at her phone to check the time. Her screen displayed another message from DoorDash and as she read it, tears instantly filled her eyes. 

Thanks again for your generosity. Your home is very near the cemetery where my brother is laid to rest, and since today is his birthday, I had lunch with him there. That means more to me than I can say and I truly appreciate your kindness. 

Emma checked the time stamp and saw that the message came through over two hours ago. She wondered if she should reply to it or not, and finally decided that such a heart-wrenching admission deserved to be answered. 

Please accept my sincere sympathy for the loss of your brother. I’m glad you had an opportunity to spend some time with him, and that the food helped make that happen. I hope it was a good day. 

Noticing that the presenter was finally finished, she closed her laptop, stuffed it into the case, collected all of her belongings, and hurried out of the room, intent on placing an extra large DoorDash order to be delivered to her hotel room this time. 

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The week after Killian had lunch at the cemetery with Liam, he turned on his DoorDash app and scrolled through the requests. One name and address in particular caught his eye, and he sat up straighter on the couch, tapping on it quickly to claim the request. He was happy he would get a chance to thank the woman who treated him to lunch in person. 

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On the Wednesday after Emma returned home from attending the regional meetings, she placed a DoorDash order and was pleasantly surprised to see that the driver’s name was Killian. Of course, it didn’t necessarily mean it was the same delivery person as the one to whom she’d donated her lunch, but how many Killians could there possibly be in Boston? It wasn’t exactly a common name. 

Her question was answered with the next communication she received from him. This is Killian, your DoorDash driver. I’ll be making a delivery to you in about fifteen minutes. Will you be home this time? 

She laughed and typed out a response. Yes, this time I AM home, so I’m afraid you’ll have to buy your own dinner tonight!

She hoped the man didn’t mind her playful teasing. He seemed to be a good sport and she was curious to put a face to his name. She assumed he was an older man, since he had a brother who was deceased. Maybe he was earning some extra cash to supplement his retirement income, or was helping one of his children pay for college expenses by DoorDashing in the evenings, after working another job during the day. 

The knock at the door took her by surprise. She had gotten busy sorting through her winter clothing before storing it away for the summer and lost track of time. She hurried through the apartment, stopping to grab her phone off the arm of the couch, checking to see if she had a new message from the driver. Seeing that he had sent one a minute ago saying he had arrived at her apartment building, she threw the door open without checking through the peephole. 

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73 notes - Posted March 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Where Her Heart Belongs (my CSSNS story)

This is my first contribution to the Captain Swan Supernatural Summer event, and it wouldn’t be possible without many people. 

First of all, thank you to the CSSNS 2022 mods for having this event.

I am beyond excited to be paired with @winterbythesea​​, who created not one, but FOUR absolutely gorgeous pieces of art for this story! Her banner is at the top, and the other three pieces are scattered throughout the story. I only hope it is worthy of her beautiful work!

Thank you to @hookedmom​​, who read over the story at least a dozen times to help me plot and make it as error free and enjoyable to read as possible. Thanks also to @winterbythesea​ and @snowbellewells​, who read over it to give me suggestions and feedback. It has definitely come a long way since the first draft!

Story summary: In the Land Without Magic, Emma Swan is quietly living her solitary life. When she finds a unique storybook in the library, strange things begin to happen. A canon divergent story which started out based on the movie “Somewhere in Time”, but evolved into something else entirely.  

Rating: T

Words: 9191

Also found on ffn and Ao3

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Emma Swan pushed through the doors of the Columbus Public Library and inhaled the familiar scent of paper and ink. She knew many people relied on various forms of technology to do their research and reading these days, but in her opinion, nothing was better than the feeling of having an actual book in her hands.

“Good morning!” greeted the man at the circulation desk.

“Good morning,” Emma returned, looking at him curiously as she placed the books she had finished reading in the return slot. In all the times she had come to the library, she’d never seen this man working before - he must be new.

“Looking for anything in particular today?”

“Umm…I’m not sure. I guess I’ll just follow wherever my mood takes me.”

“You should check out our new fairytales section on the second floor,” the man said, gesturing toward the staircase to his left.

“Oh, uh, thanks. I might check it out a little later,” Emma replied.

“Be sure you do. I think you’ll find something there that will spark your interest.” He threw her a warm, dimpled smile, before resuming his typing. Emma’s curiosity about the man was piqued even more when she noticed that instead of using a computer, he was using an old-fashioned, manual typewriter.

She walked through the adult non-fiction section and peeked into the periodicals corner, where several retired senior citizens were reading newspapers. When she reached the area containing adult fiction, she ran her finger across several of the bindings and pulled out a few books to read the summaries on the back cover. None of them drew her attention, so she decided to go upstairs to search for the area the librarian recommended.

Every now and then, she liked to check out picture books, graphic novels or books for younger readers. She rarely had the opportunity to visit libraries when she was growing up in the foster system, so she ignored the social conventions and selected whatever struck her fancy.

She preferred coming to the library in the late morning when it wasn’t very busy, since most young patrons were in school. The quiet solitude of being among her beloved books was a balm that renewed her soul, and restored the faith in the goodness of mankind that her job as a bail bondsperson often depleted.

When she reached the top of the stairs, she glanced around and didn’t immediately see the new section, but something instinctively told her to turn right and go around the corner at the end of the aisle. There, she saw two very realistic columns decorated to look like those that would belong inside a castle. As she stepped between them, she took in the dozens of books neatly stacked on the shelves.

After collecting a couple of books with gilded edges, she carried them to a nearby armchair to peruse them. Losing herself in the stories, she was unaware how much time had passed, until she pulled her attention away from one of the books and checked the display on her phone.

When she glanced around the perimeter of the area, her eyes were drawn to an oversized book sticking out over the edge of the top shelf. Rising from her chair, she approached the shelf and reached up with one hand to slide the book toward herself. Realizing too late she had misjudged its weight, she tried to grab it with her other hand, but failed to catch it. The book clattered to the floor, flipping open to a page which revealed a very detailed color illustration. She looked around in embarrassment before bending down to pick up the book. Upon getting a better look at the picture, her eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

The full-page image featured an extremely handsome, but dangerous-looking man. He was dressed in a black leather coat with a high collar, a black blousy shirt unbuttoned to the middle of his chest, and wore a chain with numerous charms around his neck. He was holding the ship’s wheel and had a hook in the place of his left hand. Mesmerized by his cornflower blue eyes and his dark, wind-blown hair, Emma dropped down to her knees to get a closer look.

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85 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

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what's going on with you !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > sbi x gn!reader

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > light cursing, angst if you squint

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > Your little brother has always looked up to you but as you two get older you begin to drift apart and all he wants is attention from his role model

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... might make a part two but idk if people will even like this so- lmao anyways enjoy babes <3

“Why’d you do it?” Nothing in life could have prepared you for the talk you and your siblings were having with your little brother. He was the baby and he was supposed to stay the baby, but the universe had other plans and you went from teaching him how to ride a bike to catching him sneaking back into the house at three am.

Wilbur, Techno, and Phil all tried to remind you that these things were bound to happen and there was absolutely nothing any of you could do, but you were stubborn and hard-headed so you never listened.

The teenager rolled his eyes crossing his arms as he sat back in his chair raising an eyebrow at you. “Not gonna tell ya.” Of course he wasn’t. You hadn’t expected him to go out right and say it, though you were sure he would’ve opted for the silent treatment instead.

“Tom…” Wil trailed off running a hand through his hair knowing there was bound to be an argument between the two if his little brother kept going the way he was. “No, they’re acting like they’re my guardian or some shit.”

Techno inhaled deeply, his eyes closing in a response to stress.

“Room.” Your voice was stern. Sterner than you wanted it to be but your judgement was being clouded by anger. “Now.” He gave you a sarcastic smile before pushing out his chair and going up to his room.

He wasn’t doing it because you told him to but more so the fact that he knew whether he was right or wrong his older siblings would always be on your side. At one point he looked up to you, wanting to be just like you. Top of your class getting scholarships all around the world. But then things started changing after you denied all the scholarships you got and opted for a community one down the street. You started to be more crabby and would lock yourself in your room for hours on end only coming out to eat or for a quick restroom break.

Your little brother wanted your attention and you were seemingly failing to see that. Deep down you knew something was wrong, of course you did. He was your mini you, but you pushed down the fact that maybe.. Just maybe the boy you thought you knew like the back of your hand was slowly drifting away from you.

“God.. I don’t even know what’s wrong with him.” Subconsciously you got out of your chair shortly after Tommy and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some tea too anxious to stay still. “Still a teenager Nn.” Technoblade called running his hand down his face. He hated when you two got into arguments such as this one. Always gave him a nasty headache.

“Or he’s acting out for another reason.” Wilbur added.

“And what could that reason be?”

The water came to a boil as you poured it into a mug placing a tea bag inside and a few teaspoons of sugar. “You..” Wilbur was now in the kitchen hip leant against the kitchen counter, just as the words left his lips your cup of tea stopped just before you took a sip. “Me?”

Your eyebrow raised in question surprised and offended your brother would assume the reason for the younger boy's behavior was because of you. Wil immediately began to back-track when he noticed the look on your face.

Techno rolled his eyes at his stuttering younger brother, disappointed he wouldn’t just tell you things how they were.

“Tommy misses you Yn. Get your head out of your ass and notice that your brother just wants your attention.” The pink haired boy opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle before slamming the refrigerator door and going up to his bedroom.

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New fic I made. Its Tommy-centric and angsty but eventual bench trio fluff.

#i am a mcyt ff author #mcyt fanfiction #tommyinnit #sbi fanfic #bench trio #check out my ao3 account hahaha

[streaming-yn]

Hi, its Grim anon! I was wondering if I could request a platonic bench trio with y/n (she/her) who is very open about her affection for the three (constantly complimenting them, saying ily, etc.), but lately she's been worried that people will take it the wrong way so she's stopped? And now they're like. Where's my Y/N validation? :(

yep yep!! here you go, grim anon! ^^ sorry if I got a bit off track? I'm not sure if I did or not!

platonic!BenchTrio x affectionate!y/n

pronouns: she/her

other information on the reader:

. minor

. very open with her affection

. minecraft streamer

. faceless streamer

. it's against her boundaries for anyone other than friends to use her real name

warnings: sexism/misogyny (ends well, the haters are addressed), idk but the "girl near streamer I like? ew wtf 😒" type of hate (also gets addressed n shut down), little angst, distancing yourself from friends, trying to change yourself, cussing, mention of "weird comments" made towards y/n *ALL OF THESE ISSUES ARE ADDRESSED AND SHUT DOWN THOUGH !!!

form: headcanons

summary: y/n is super openly affectionate with all of her friends! unfortunately, a lot of people think that's a negative thing, though Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo notice y/n's change and get to the bottom of it to fix the issue ^^

genre: platonic, little angst, fluff(?) after it gets found out, hurt to comfort type of deal ^^

abbreviations: s/n -> streamer name, y/n -> your name

note: I'm not very good at angst yet so I'm sorry if it kinda sucks !! :(

you were very in touch with your loving side and showed all your friends affection very openly and however you could

unfortunately, since y'all didn't live near each other that meant that you had to wait for visits for like hugs n stuff :(

at first you didn't think much of it, affection was a normal thing between friends, why do it differently on stream?

you would often tell the boys how much you loved them and we're genuinely happy and grateful that y'all were friends

complements and validation paired with this, naturally

the boys looked forward to streams with you, not only because you where best friends but for the serotonin that your affection brought :D

actually!! on streams with all of you together, it wouldn't be uncommon for tommy, tubbo, and ranboo to playfully fight over your affection

it would be in different ways though, like with Tommy, you would complement either ranboo or tubbo and if you didn't state a name tommy would be like "THAT WAS MENT FOR ME, (TUBBO/RANBOO)" after they thanked you

meanwhile tubbo would either go on about betrayal and how you didn't love him anymore and he's going to run away or he would do something along the lines of ":(( what about meee"

and ranboo, if the compliment wasn't aimed at him, even if you clearly added tommy or tubbo's name at the end, would always reply "thank you" or something similar

however it's different if the compliment is directed at them!

ranboo would thank you, do a small laugh that's half flustered half awkward, and then complement you back (he got less awkward and flustered as he got more used to it though!)

you could hear the smile in tubbo's voice as he loudly thanks you and gives you like 3 compliments in return

tommy, it would depend if either of y'all are streaming or not! yes? "I know" all jokingly cocky like. no? "thank you, I guess" he says it as a half joke, it's a genuine thank you, but he likes keeping it playful so the "I guess" is thrown on, it's random if he gives you a complement back or not, it's literally not even dependant on how he feels, it just at random

also I feel like you and Tommy would have like a "ily!! /p" "ew /j" bit, very often I will add 👍

like while your streaming you like "tommy!! I love you, thank you for being my friend :)" and him, completely disregarding the last bit, would reply "EWW, Y/N YOU DO KNOW IM I MINOR CORRECT??"

if him ever saying ew hurts your feelings then he won't say it, however he will say the rest, unless him deflecting your "ily" makes you feel bad as well, it's fairly easy to crack him to say it back since you're best friends

a lot of back and forth, but not too hard since he never wants to genuinely hurt you

ALSO if you complement him (on stream ofc) he will find a way to turn it around, not onto you, but just turning into something too tame to be labeled and insult but definitely something close!

"I like your sunglasses!!" "oH??? SO YOU DONT LIKE MY EYES??? THANKS S/N"

(also feel like tubbo might do this)

ofc would stop if it makes you sad/uncomfortable/etc

with ranboo though, he might occasionally do that, but it's way more often for you two to get into complementing matches (just going back and forth with complements)

you also sometimes do the "ily more" thing, just because it's funny bc it's like a cringe romance movie thing, y'all never do it on stream though because ppl might make it weird, and some friend quirks are better kept private anyway, just a you two thing :)

occasionally the "no you hang up first" too, except you both play they teen girl waving her hand and saying it the most high pitched voice she can. it's so funny hearing ranboo going so high 💀💀

as a rising streamer, of course you have Twitter, and your subtwt isn't toxic – due to your personality and stuff, the people you attract to your content are all pretty loving and chill! ofc there's a few bad eggs, but that's just what happens, you choose to ignore those few

but since you've gotten more popular, people finding you through your more popular friends, you've seen a rise of tweets mentioning you, whether it be in general or in the boy's replies

you're glad to be getting more popular, now you can find more people who seek comfort from your content, which was your goal when you started anyway! so it's all exciting! ..at first.

rise in people means rise of people in the toxic 1%, and also means rise of haters or people who just don't like you

sometimes you come across tweets like "why does y/n feel the need to be around ranboo, tubbo, and tommy? leave them alone ffs, she got her fame she wanted, she can leave now 🙄✋" and "we get it, girl streamers are less talented so you needed to leech off they boys' talent! like is she done yet or??" or occasional tweets saying something about shipping – which is against not only your boundaries but all of they boys' as well.

the replies being full of "use s/n, using her real name is breaking her boundaries! and if you have an issue, then don't watch the streams she's in, dickhead!", "you could just mute her name on here and not follow her twitch, you're being overdramatic for no reason", "hey hey, remember that s/n checks her indirects", "ew, deactivate", "aw, are you scared bc a girl is better than you at gaming? aw you gonna cry??", etc, makes you feel a bit better, but the punch from the original tweet lingers

after seeing a bit more, you saw the majority of the haters – and weird people – you saw the root of it was probably because you were so affectionate towards you friends and just being around them in general

so, it'd be best to stop, right? don't participate in as many streams, stop being so affectionate in general, to be honest you were already quite anxious that you being so "clingy" was annoying, the hate just solidified it

so you have a plan in line, the hard part is executing it :(

to start, you stopped complimenting them as much on stream, and the late phone calls lessened, and those became more and more noticeable before you "got too busy" to be in as many streams as you used to

I feel like ranboo would notice first and try talking to you before bringing it up to tommy and tubbo, but when you replied "oh! yeah I'm good dw :)" he knew it was a lie and went to the others

"what do you think is going on?" "I'm not sure" "whatever it is, do you think this is why she stopped being so affectionate? I miss it"

then it clicked for tommy while ranboo and tubbo still tried to figure it out

"do you think it's family problems?" "no, last time they has family problems they became more clingy and their phone calls were more frequent, not-" "wait wait wait"

tommy checked your social media platforms, of course they had more followers than before

"what? tommy?" "I think it's more of an online hate problem" tommy leaned back in his chair, running his hands over his face before looking over at the discord call as the two others made sounds of shock, "yeah, this started after her platform got bigger and she got more well known" "..you're right" "how- how do we fix it?" "address it on a stream?" "no, no, not yet, I think we should contact y/n first, see if she'll tell us if we're right or not" "I could try? last time I texted her she responded pretty quickly so maybe that still applies?" "yeah, tell us if we're right or not and we'll continue from there"

so ranboo texted you, making sure to form the text to get to the point but not scare you, he knows how anxiety inducing confrontation, especially from friends, can be for you

you didn't know exactly how to respond, would it be better if you lied? or would the truth be better?

after a few times of the "..." appearing and disappearing on ranboo's screen before you message of ",, yeah, that is the reason actually ;; I'm sorry I didn't tell you, I thought it'd be better to just distance myself :(" sent through

the boys on call could hear the frown in ranboo's voice when he sighed and said "oh" "were we right?" "just a second"

ranboo replied to you, reassuring you that you don't don't have to apologize for not telling them and it isn't your fault, making sure to remind you that you can come to either him, tommy, or tubbo whenever you want

"yeah, she got hate, and I guarantee that if we go through her indirects then we'll see what exactly happened, we may have to scroll a bit though" so they searched around on Twitter and found some, then tubbo spoke "do you think she would want to join call so we can figure out what to do to fix this?" "I can text her, though maybe we can more of distract and comfort her tonight? we can talk about the hate and stuff another time" "yeah yeah, I think that's a good idea"

so he texted you to see if you'd like to join the call, you accepted and ended up playing video games with them – mainly Minecraft servers – for a few hours before tommy had you and ranboo (assuming you're in the US or close) sign off to get some sleep (if you're in the UK or close, he had you and tubbo sign off and then signed off himself for some sleep)

the next day you guys hopped back on call to discuss how you guys would fix it, as well as them giving a bunch of positive comments about your affection :)

you guys decided on a serious stream from Tommy's account, it was either tommy or ranboo's account, but you guys chose tommy bc he's not anxious about turning off donos and other things

you guys discussed that the hate you were getting was uncalled for, and the weird comments were to be stopped immediately.

"I think that's everything? y/n, anything else?" "yeah I think that's about it, thank you guys so much!!" "alright, one more thing before we go- chat- chat, if you have an issue with y/n being in our streams just don't watch our streams! if you don't like y/n we don't want you here" "tommyyyy :(( (/pos)" "wait wait!! chat, if anyone asks or is being rude either spread clips on the stream or screenshots of the tweets we posted!! we want to make sure that everyone – even those not watching the stream – are informed!" "alright, bye chat, I better not see any more y/n negativity!!"

there wasn't negativity in chat when you went to check btw :)! it was in emote-only bc they thought it'd be the best thing to do and most of the chat was filled with hearts and other positive emotes! <33

now whenever hate stuff it posted the replies have screenshots of either tommy, tubbo, or ranboo's tweets, links to the VOD, or clips, stating the most important and the tweet is usually taken down within a matter of hours – days sometimes

and after that everything was back to normal!! you started complimenting them again, telling them how much you love them again, etc etc! you even got back into late calls :)

#angst with a happy ending #streamer!y/n #streamer!reader #mcyt x reader #streamer!au #fanfic #headcanon #headcanons #platonic fanfic #platonic tommyinnit x reader #platonic tommy x reader #platonic!reader #platonic x reader #platonic #platonic ranboo x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #tubbo x reader #ranboo x reader #tommy x reader #dsmp x reader #affectionate!reader #affectionate!y/n #affectionate! reader #affectionate! y/n #angst with comfort #comfort #angst #grim anon #requested #asked and answered

[askivv]

seeing bitches act like sbi 'disbanded' or that it was 'a forced friendship' and all that just bc tommy makes more content with bench trio is weird.

like very weird. gives bad vibes.

gives very parasocial vibes.

sbi is literally just a friend group, that's it, its not a content group ffs.

also, the fact that he hangs out with his other friends doesn't mean that he suddenly hates his older friends.

like honestly, what the hell is this- high school??

#discourse #?? i guess lmao #god im tired of twitter hoes #sleepy bois inc

[silver-wield]

(1/3) Agreeing with the 🌼 anon. That blogger didn’t use “woman empowerment” but she did use “female assertiveness”, and she’s actually an abuse victim herself. Only problem is that she seems to invalidate people who’ve had different abusive/uncomfortable and toxic experiences with behaviors like Aerith’s. I think she raises some good points about the use of the word “abusive” in fandom spaces, but her assumption that the people speaking out haven’t suffered abuse is what makes me critical.

(2/3) She’s recently talked about how Tifa forced Cloud to do things as well. I’m of the opinion that the two situations are largely different for a variety of reasons. Cloud never outright tells Tifa “no” and has it ignored. His grumping is often just a front. With Aerith, on the other hand, he’s consistently uncomfortable. Forced to take little to no pay for his work, faced with people who don’t take no for an answer, and is prevented from leaving by Aerith intercepting him.

(3/3) I said “prevented from leaving” when I should have said she exhibited some truly stalkerish behavior and jumped out at him in the darkness from an alley as he was trying to go. It’s not exactly shining behavior on her part. Especially when she then delays his leaving even more. I think it’s strange to grasp for a lot of people because Cloud doesn’t put up more of a fight, but I also think some manipulation tactics were put into play.

(4/5) Anon who agrees with 🌼 again. The issue has been bothering me a bit because she does raise a good point: why doesn’t Cloud ask anybody else for help? I was wondering if you could answer that question (no pressure, of course). What bothers me the most is that this blogger keeps assuming people are mentioning this as a way to justify hating a character. She implies that the people speaking up haven’t experienced abuse and that they only know it as an abstract concept.

(5/5) That’s incredibly damaging to a lot of people. I myself liked Aerith as a character once I got to know her better, and actually ship her with Cloud (I’m a multishipper), but there’s no ignoring that Aerith acts very strange in chapter 8, at the detriment of Cloud’s consent, comfort, time, and stability. The fact that so many people have spoken up about this isn’t a coincidence. People with bad experiences are coming out and getting disregarded. That shouldn’t be happening.

Apologies for the long post 😅 I hope you don’t mind. I’m pretty impassioned about this issue, honestly. Because I do actually agree with the blogger on multiple points, but find that she seems to keep missing the issue and hurting other people in the fandom. Cloud doesn’t need to be held at gunpoint to be put into an uncomfortable (and possibly dangerous - he doesn’t know Aerith all that well) situation. She’s right about how certain words are misused, but she’s dodging the heart of the issue.

Honestly, it’s exhausting how these people take concepts they don’t understand and slap them on shit that’s the exact opposite like if they scream they’re right enough people will believe them. 

It takes as long as your browser and typing speed to look shit up.

Assertiveness is the quality of being self-assured and confident without being aggressive.

WITHOUT.

Assertiveness is not gender oriented, so what the fuck even are people blabbing about now? Female assertiveness? Gimme a break. Being assertive is a character trait. Some people are naturally assertive, while others need to learn how to stand up for themselves. Like a particular spiky haired protagonist.

Aerith’s not assertive, she’s pushy because she doesn’t respect Cloud, and respect is part of being assertive. Being able to get your point across without being a douchebag about it. Like how certain people are constantly screaming how they’re right and dragging everyone else through the mud. Those people aren’t assertive because assertiveness is a positive trait. It implies confidence in oneself and one’s ideals. There’s no need to be a dick to people because they believe in their viewpoint and see no reason to pull others down. 

Ex: I’m both assertive and can be a dick because one of my other traits is petty bench, but on the whole I’m assertive without activating that petty bench mode until people piss me off because I operate on a respect and respect alike policy. If people come to me and give me shit then they shouldn’t expect flowers in exchange. 

Back to the thing.

Aerith talks over Cloud, ignores his opinion, bullies him into doing what she wants “this is the plan, Cloud, and you’ll learn to love it” and deliberately ignores the fact he says no. That line creeps me tf out and it obviously does Cloud too because he literally steps up to her and says “what?” in an aggressive voice. Cloud has a limit and Aerith was very close to going over it. 

Cloud. said. no.

And guess what? Cloud’s not assertive. Not for himself. Not until he’s pushed beyond normal means.

He couldn’t say no to Jessie, despite not being happy about the job. He couldn’t refuse to help Aerith, despite not wanting to fight Reno -- he knows how tough Turks are, he’s not an idiot -- and then he got compensated with a date that made Reno call him a weirdo (and he never accepted it either, so Aerith’s yet another person in sector 5 who took him for a fool). So, yeah, no goddamn wonder Cloud’s reluctant to argue when Aerith could ruin his hard won reputation inside of an afternoon. He says “That wasn’t the deal” when she tries to force him to stay, but can’t keep insisting when that doesn’t work. Because Cloud is shy af. Were people not paying attention to the promise? To CC? That’s real Cloud and real Cloud makes up the core of soldier Cloud. He’s a shy, awkward boy who could barely speak to his crush. He didn’t get along with others because he’s introverted. He’s quiet and reserved. Just because he kicks all the ass doesn’t change that about him. 

Cloud isn’t a talker. Everyone knows this about him. It’s a canon fact. So, not being a talker, being reserved, quiet, introverted, unable to speak up for his own sake when he wants something that together showcases someone who isn’t good at standing up for himself. He tries. He tried so hard to refuse Aerith, but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. He either got lost trying to get home or he put up with the pushy girl who keeps making him do shit he doesn’t want to. He sighs and pulls faces and doesn’t look happy. He wants to go home. He still said no several times to her whenever she tried to waylay him further. She didn’t care about what he wanted. That doesn’t make her assertive. It makes her the asshole because she has no respect for him.

People think that because he called Jessie desperate that it meant he wanted to stay with Aerith. That he’s capable of speaking up for himself. Nope With Jessie, he’d had a long ass day of work and longer ass night, been excluded by both Barret and the Avalanche trio, made to break into Jessie’s house (which doesn’t sit well with Cloud’s actual moral compass), then did a bunch more difficult shit fighting off Shinra and then literally jumped off the plate. Okay?! Cloud had a long ass day and it was like 4am by that point and he was tired. Anybody tries to say after that much work they’d be nice Imma call them a goddamn liar. 

Aerith refused to tell Cloud the way home, absolutely prevented him from leaving, made him do a bunch of work for shitty or no pay, belittled and insulted him, then barricaded the hallway so he couldn’t escape and stalked him to the exit when he escaped. He literally pulls a yessh face after reluctantly agreeing to let her show him how to get home. And then when they get there she withholds vital information for how he can actually get into the sector (or did people not notice him saying the giant gate was shut too?) until she gets what she wants out of him. And he sighs. Again. He has no say in anything because Aerith doesn’t listen to anyone but herself. The only reason he starts being nice to her is she tries to get info about Zack out of him and Cloud’s a nice guy who feels sorry for her. He knows he’ll never see her after this (or did people also misinterpret that reaction to Elmyra? Probably, since the only person he’d want to make a normal life with is Tifa, so being told he can’t is gonna get a reaction duh), so why be a dick to a girl who’s obviously upset about her boyfriend? Literally the second he saw Tifa -- barely even saw her because he knew that was her from the back of her head, her shoulder and hands -- he ran to her. He forgot Aerith even existed. But, sure, please do focus on the fact that he respected Tifa enough to do as she asked after an entire goddamn day of being disrespected by someone else. He’s not gonna treat Tifa the way he was just treated by Aerith. He actually cares about her.

And what did they think the message in Stand Up was? It’s not about dancing ffs. Andrea’s telling Cloud not to be afraid to be himself. That means speaking up for himself too, not about being real Cloud, which is a message he wouldn’t even understand at that point because he’s soldier Cloud and not aware of real Cloud. Andrea figured out Cloud right away. He saw a boy who’d do anything for the woman he loved, even let himself get pressured into something he’d be embarrassed by. That’s what stand up means in relation to Cloud. 

Tifa never forced Cloud to do anything. She asked him to go with her to collect filter money, then immediately backtracked when she realised she’d have to pay him for that too. Cloud agreed and smiled at her. She also let him keep all of the money they got, which in the end gave him a grand total of 2150 gil, not the 2000 he was promised, so they overpaid him to make up for the delay.

She also asked him after the first quest “what do you want to do now?” and he said “Dunno,” so she made a suggestion. There’s no force behind that. He could refuse and go take a nap or something. She spent the day getting him work and helping him with that work, so much so that he was fully prepared to split the fee with her. Unlike with Aerith. 

I could go on and on about this because I’ve gone over that chapter so many times. I don’t just replay odd chapters to get stuff, I replay the entire game, so I get to see the development of everything as it unfolds and see those connections between things that I overlooked before because I was too busy looking at something else. People think because they spend umpteen hours in sector 5 that Cloud did too. Nope. Cloud was there for around 11 hours before he left.

It was morning when he woke and since in December the sun would rise around 8am, that’s the earlier possible time that it could’ve been. In fact it could’ve been later. Cloud and Aerith spend several hours getting back to the sector so that it’s close to dinner time when they arrive. She then makes him do odd jobs for a few hours and then they eat and Cloud has a nap -- because he literally has a dream. You know, that thing people keep clinging to. He can’t dream if he’s not asleep. When he wakes up it’s dark and since it’s past dinner time, it’s around 6-7pm when he escapes and makes for the sector 6 exit. And that’s chapter 8. 

Chapter 9 takes around 4 hours for them to complete. They spend a couple of hours fighting in the coliseum, then Cloud messes around while Aerith’s getting ready, which from Madam M seems to take around an hour. That leaves the rest of the time for the honey bee inn show, getting Cloud changed, walking to Corneo’s and the bit in the dungeon. Then they get dropped in the sewers. 

Do you see how little time Cloud actually spent with Aerith? He’s known her for like 15 hours total before he reunites with Tifa. And people think he fell in love with her? Ew. Even Disney knew better than to try that. 

#ship war #for common sense #long post #for the cinnamon roll

[fivecatsinatrench-coat]

Our Darling, Clementine

*Spoilers!*

Louis teaches AJ how to play a special song on the piano to cheer Clementine up, and they add their own twist to it. (AJ loving Clem so much n wanting to make her happy + dad Louis cause Louis and AJ’s relationship is my reason for living.)

 “The words are kinda sad… I don’t know if I wanna sing that one to her.”

“Well, we could always change the words,” The older boy suggested.

“I don’t know… Sounds hard. I’ve never made a song before.”

“Well, luckily you just so happen to be sitting next to the greatest songwriter in the world.”   

~  AO3  ~  FF  ~

AJ squinted his eyes open when the sunlight flooding into the bedroom shined over his face. He propped himself up on an elbow and yawned, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes with his fist. The little boy fixed his eyes on the older girl in the opposite bunk.

Clementine was still asleep, which he was actually grateful for. She had been in so much pain the past couple days. Ever since she woke up from the impromptu amputation, he could see it on her face. AJ saw how she winced every time she made the slightest movement and the grief on her face when she looked at what remained of her left leg. Despite her efforts to hide it - to be strong for him- he knew. He wanted to tell her to stop, to stop trying to be tough. He wanted her to know that it was okay for her to be hurting. He wanted to be strong for both of them, so that she didn’t have to be.

But above all, he wanted her to feel better. He wanted her to smile- a real smile, not one of those fake, consolation prizes she’d been giving him lately. No. He needed her to smile. AJ hopped off his bed, heart filled with a newfound, burning determination. He will make her feel better.

He studied the room, wracking his brain for ideas. His eyes caught the desk; he could draw her a picture. No. It wasn’t enough. He drew pictures all the time, and this had to be special; it had to be… Spectacular - the new word he learned from Louis yesterday. AJ gasped and perked up as the memory gave him an idea. He could ask Louis what he should do for Clem. The older boy never failed to come up with spectacular ideas. AJ giggled, proud of the expansion of his vocabulary.

He ran up to the window and stood on his toes to peer out at the schoolyard. He grinned when he caught sight of Louis. The teen was sitting at one of the picnic tables with Violet, seemingly playing some card game with her, and judging by the exasperated expression on the blonde’s face, she wasn’t happy with how it was going.

AJ glanced at Clementine and smiled at her. “Just wait, Clem. I’m gonna make this the best day ever.”

_

“Louis!” AJ shouted to the older boy as soon as he exited the dorm building. Louis looked up from his hand, smiled and gave him a little wave, which the younger returned.

“Hey, little man. Wanna play?” He shouted across the field as he held up the deck of cards.

The little boy beamed and dashed over to the table.

“Hey, Violet,” AJ greeted the girl beside Louis and peered at the cards strewn between the teens. “What are you guys playing?”

“Bullshit: The Game, apparently,” The girl grumbled, throwing her hand down and glaring at Louis.

“Hey, just cause you’re bad, doesn’t mean my game is,” Louis feigned offense.

“Your game’s not bad, it’s fucking terrible.”

“We can play Go Fish instead, then.” The boy picked her cards off the table and shuffled them back into the deck.

“Go Fish? How creative.”

“Hey, don’t be knocking Go Fish. It’s a Goddamn classic.”

“What’s Go Fish?” AJ interrupted the banter. He hopped onto the bench beside Louis and smiled up at him. “I wanna play.”

“Sure you can handle it? It’s the hardest game known to man. It gets intense, ‘specially when you’re playin’ with this sore-loser,” The older boy motioned to the girl across from them with a smirk.

“More like hardest game known to two-year-olds,” Violet snorted.

“I can,” The youngest affirmed with a single, serious nod.

“Confident. I like it.” The older boy gave him a lopsided grin, and the smile returned to AJ’s face at the praise.

“Alright, here’s what you gotta do,” Louis dealt out the cards - seven to each player. “Look at the cards you got, but don’t let us see. You have to make pairs of the same number by asking us if we have one of the numbers in your hand. If we don’t have it, we say ‘Go Fish’, and you draw a card. Person with the most pairs at the end wins. If you already have a pair now, you can just put it down.”

On cue, Violet boasted a pair of fives to start off the game and looked at the older boy smugly.

“I don’t have any.” AJ frowned at his hand.

“That’s ok. Watch, I’ll go first.” Louis turned his gaze to the blonde. “Do you have any nines?”

“Nope,” She shook her head.

“No, Vi, you have to say Go Fish,” Louis protested.

“Why?”

“It’s the rules. Game isn’t called ‘Nope’; it’s called ‘Go Fish’. You wanna be disqualified?”

“You’re ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes but complied, “Go Fish.”

“Thank you.” He drew a card and winked at AJ, who giggled. “You try.”

“Ok…” He glanced at his cards then up to Violet. “Do you have any twos?”

Much to AJ’s excitement, she handed over a two, which he proudly stacked with his on the table.

The older boy couldn’t help but beam at his elation. “Nice one, AJ! Show her who’s boss!”

Violet narrowed her eyes at Louis. “You guys aren’t just gonna keep asking me, right?”

“Oh, shit, good idea, Vi.” The teen turned to AJ and whispered loudly, “Let’s gang up on her, man.”

“Ok!” AJ laughed.

“Nope. Not doing it.” The girl threw her cards onto the table.

“Hey, I was just kidding,” He said before facing AJ and sneakily mouthing, ‘I wasn’t’.

“Think I’ve exceeded my Louis’-card-games quota for the week.”

“Killjoy,” He teased as he gathered up her abandoned cards.

“Fuck off.”

With the enthusiasm dying down, AJ remembered why he’d come out there in the first place. He handed Louis his stack of cards to add to the deck.

“Louis, can you help me?” He peered up at the teen with an eyebrow raised.

“Maybe,” The older shrugged, still focused on shuffling the cards. “What’cha need?”

“Well, Clem’s been sad,” AJ told him, making Louis’ smile give way to a pained expression.

“Yeah. I… I’ve noticed.”

“And I wanna make it better,” The little boy said and sat up straight.

“Me too, buddy.”

“I wanna do something special for her, but I don’t know what, and you’re really good at making her smile, so I need you to help me decide.”

“Why don’t you draw her a picture? She loves those, right?” Violet suggested.

“She does, but I already thought of that, and I do it all the time, so it’s not enough. I need something... spectacular.”As he spoke the last word, the boy put his hands up with fingers flared out and made a rainbow motion with his arms.

Louis laughed out loud while Violet rolled her eyes.

The blonde scoffed and shook her head with a smirk. “Oh my God, you spend way too much time around this idiot.”

“Hey! I’m being serious,” AJ asserted and shook his head. “Don’t laugh.”

“Oh, I- uh- I’m sorry.” Violet looked down and rubbed the back of her neck. The trio fell into an awkward silence.

AJ stared at Louis, who was deep in thought.

“You wanna play her a song?” He suddenly blurted out.

“Wha- how? Like on that music machine?” The boy was confused; that wasn’t very special. They’d been playing her music for days. Maybe Louis didn’t really know anything...

“No, on the piano.”

“But I don’t know how.”

“I’ll show you. It’s not that hard.”

AJ absolutely lit up with glee and started bouncing up and down in his seat. “Really?”

“Yeah, just lemme know whenever you wanna start. I’ll-”

“Now! Right now!” The boy jumped off the bench, nearly losing his footing and flopping to the ground.

Louis chuckled. “Go ahead.” He nodded toward the direction of the music room.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

_

AJ was intimidated to say the least as he gawked at the giant instrument in front of him. There had to be at least a hundred buttons, maybe two hundred. He couldn’t be sure. He was starting to not believe Louis saying it wasn’t that hard to play.

The boy sat on the bench, hesitantly lifted his hand and hovered it over one of the keys. He pushed it down, flinching slightly at the loud note that reverberated throughout the room. He pushed another, then another, then three at once. AJ giggled and continued increasing the number of keys pushed down until he ran out of fingers. His fear of the piano quickly vanished as he became determined to press every single one.

AJ stood up and spread his arms as wide as he could; then, he lowered his body down onto the piano. The instrument screamed a thousand notes, effectively mimicking the sound of a quickly approaching train. The little boy was overcome with laughter as the roaring echoed off the walls.

“Ah, the obligatory pressing of all the keys at the same time.”

The sudden voice from his right startled AJ off of the piano. He sat back in the bench and glanced sheepishly at Louis, who was leaning against the door-frame with his arms crossed.

“Sorry…”

“You’re good.” Louis entered and sat beside him, flashing him a goofy grin. “I do that at least once a day.”

AJ laughed. “Really?”

He smirked, spreading his arms and lowering himself onto the piano just as AJ had. The piano hollered even louder than before due to the older boy’s longer arms reaching more of the keys. They both lost it laughing.

AJ wiped his eyes while he tried to catch his breath. Louis sat back down and stretched his fingers across the keys to form a real chord. The sweet sound filled the room- a stark contrast from the prior chaos. He continued playing a random string of notes until AJ had sufficiently calmed down.

Louis slouched back and smiled at the younger boy.

“So, any song in particular you wanna learn?”

AJ thought for a minute. He didn’t know many songs- or any really. Well, he knew the one Disco Broccoli song Clementine taught him, but it was kinda dumb; he wanted a pretty song to sing for her. He searched his head until he came upon a certain memory - when Louis met her. He didn’t know the name of the song Louis sang or many of the words, but he remembered the smile on her face when he sang it to her - the kind of smile he desperately wanted to see her wear again.

“What about the Clementine song - the one you sang before. Remember? She said she loved it.”

“How could I forget?” He said, more to himself than to AJ.

“Can you play that one?”

Louis nodded before placing his hands back on the piano. “You got it.”

“Oh, my darling, Oh, my darling, Oh, my darling, Clementine You are lost and gone forever Dreadful sorry, Clementine.”

Lost and gone forever? AJ didn’t like the sound of that. He wasn’t so sure he liked that song very much anymore… Clementine wasn’t gone, and he didn’t ever want her to be. He didn’t want to make her more sad, and he felt like the content of the song would do just that. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the ground.

“Light she was and like a fairy And her shoes were number nine Herring boxes without topses Sandals were for Clementine.”

AJ made a face. Now that part just doesn’t make any sense…

Louis repeated the chorus again, bringing the frown back to AJ’s face. Gone forever. He hated that line. That line represented his worst nightmare. It was like whoever wrote the song wanted to hurt him, and that made him mad.

Louis stopped playing when he noticed the distressed look on his face.

“Damn. My singing really that bad?”

AJ shook his head, still staring at his feet. “No. It’s just… I don’t…” He looked up at Louis with knitted brows. “I don’t like that song anymore.”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“The words are kinda sad… I don’t know if I wanna sing that one to her. I don’t wanna make her sadder.”

“Well, we could always change the words,” The older boy suggested.

AJ raised a brow at the idea. He liked the tune of the song; it was pretty, and Clementine seemed to think it was too. It was only a few words that irked him; he didn’t have to reject the whole song. He liked the idea of changing it- of making it about his Clementine. His Clementine wouldn’t be ‘lost and gone forever’; she’s tough and the absolute greatest. However, the task of changing the song seemed daunting.

“I don’t know… Sounds hard. I’ve never made a song before.”

“Well, luckily you just so happen to be sitting next to the greatest songwriter in the world.” He lifted his chin and grabbed the sides of his jacket.

AJ grinned. “You really think we can?”

“Definitely. You wanted it to be special, so what’s more special than writing her her own song?”

Louis stood up and headed for one of the bookshelves in the room. He picked a random book off the shelf, opened it, and ripped out a page with minimal text on it. He picked one of the many pens off the floor and scribbled on the paper to test it.

“Alright, we’re in business.” Louis returned to his spot on the bench. “We’ll do the words first; then, I’ll show you how to play it, and we’ll practice.”

AJ nodded, satisfied with the plan.

Louis pressed the pen to the page and began to write out the original song to reference its rhythm.

_

After half an hour, the song still wasn’t finished, and AJ was getting antsy. He knew it was gonna be hard… He wasn’t good enough with words to really help Louis write the song, so he just told the older boy what he wanted it to say: how awesome and strong Clementine is, how she’s protected him and made him ‘super-duper smart’, and how she was still awesome - even with one foot. After giving Louis his lengthy list of requirements, he had taken to pacing around the room and trying to find interest in the objects he found tossed about. His eye caught the side of the piano, where he noticed something carved on it.

“You… su-suck at play-ing?” He turned to Louis. “Who wrote that?”

The teen looked up from the paper. “I don’t know; didn’t see it happen. It’s been there forever, though.”

“Well, it’s mean. I don’t think you suck. You’re good at it; I wanna be as good as you.”

Louis smiled in response before turning his focus back down to the page.

The boy returned to the piano and looked over Louis’ shoulder at the in-progress song. He couldn’t make sense of the writing; it was all over the place with many lines crossed out, and Louis’ handwriting was very curly and impossible for the young boy to read.

AJ groaned. “Is it done yet?”

“Almost. Just a couple more lines.”

AJ plopped onto the bench with a huff. He’d been saying that for the past ten minutes.

He went back to studying the piano, and noticed another carving. This one was more ambiguous; he wasn’t sure what it could mean. C + L? He hoped it wasn’t another malicious one; he didn’t like that someone would be mean to Louis.

“What’s this one mean?” He tapped Louis and pointed to the carving.

The teen followed AJ’s finger until his gaze landed on the markings. He stared smiling at it for a second before turning to AJ.

“Stands for me and Clem.  It’s our names in a heart; we did it the night the raiders came.”

“Why?”

He shrugged. “Just something people do when they love each other.”

AJ nodded. “So you love Clem?”

“I do.”

“I do too.” AJ was silent for a moment. “Why didn’t she ever make one of those with me?”

Louis chuckled. “It’s different.”

“Oh… Why?”

“Different kinda love, little dude.”

AJ scrunched his face in confusion. He didn’t know there were different types of love.

The older boy noticed his puzzled expression and continued, “Y’know… like a ‘like-like’ love?”

“Ohh.” The little boy raised an eyebrow at him. “...Is that why you do that weird thing with your mouths?”

Louis turned red and laughed awkwardly. “Uh, yeah… It’s called kissing, and it’s not weird.”

“Weird to me.”

“Fair enough.” He shook his head and breathed out another laugh. “Well, think I know what the last line should be now.”

AJ lit up. “Does that mean it’s done?”

“Sure is.” Louis jotted the final line down and handed the page to the younger boy. “What do you think?”

He stared blankly at the curvy letters on the paper. “...I can’t read it…  But it’s great! I think she’ll love it!”

Louis snorted and took the song back. “Glad you believe in me, but you gotta know the words if you’re gonna sing it to her.”

“Oh, right… Can you read it to me?”

Louis nodded and pointed at the first group of lines. “This verse is gonna be your solo.”

“Solo?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna sing it by yourself.” The teen proceeded to read the verse to him.

AJ loved it; it was exactly what he wanted. Louis even put the words ‘super-duper smart’ into the song like he asked for. AJ was convinced; the older boy really was the greatest songwriter in the world. However, the thought of singing without Louis to back him up was a bit intimidating. What if he messed up? What if his voice was bad? He shared these concerns with the teen, who immediately dismissed them. Louis said that it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter if it was ‘as good as Broadway’ - whatever that meant; Clementine would love it anyway because it would be coming from him. AJ knew this was probably true, but he was still a little nervous.

Louis continued reading the song to AJ one verse at at time. He pointed out that the third verse was gonna be his solo, which relieved the little boy. He wouldn’t be the only one singing some of the lines alone. Louis continued reciting the song, and AJ lit up at every line. The song was everything he could have hoped for.

“Well? What’cha think?” Louis finished and looked to the younger boy expectantly.

“It’s awesome! It’s… It’s spectacular!” AJ threw his arms up, earning a laugh from the boy beside him. “I can’t wait to show her!”

“Just need to add the piano; then, we can go get her. It’s a pretty easy song, so shouldn’t take too long for you to learn it.”

AJ looked at the piano then back at Louis. “There’s so many buttons…”

“Yeah, but you only need these ones.” Louis dragged his finger across seven of the keys in the middle of the piano, playing a simple scale. “I’ll play the lower part.”

“There’s two parts?”

“Yup. ‘Spose to play the high part with one hand and the low with the other, but you can just focus on one since it’s your first time. Your part sounds just like the song when you’re singing it.”

AJ tapped a couple of the keys he’d be using before smiling up at the teen. “Ok. Which one first?”

Louis grabbed AJ’s hand and guided it into position. “First three notes are G. That’s this one.” The teen pointed to a key and prompted AJ to push it three times; he complied then looked to the other for further direction.

The teen continued showing AJ the notes for the next line and telling him their names. AJ followed the boy’s instruction and slowly attempted the notes corresponding to the first couple lines of the song. He fumbled a bit during his first few tries, but with Louis’ encouragement, he eventually got it perfect. He grinned when he noticed the familiar melody begin to take shape.  

“Woah.” AJ smiled up at his teacher. “That’s so cool.”

Louis beamed. He was beyond elated that he finally had someone to share his love of the instrument with. Everyone else acted like it was a waste of time. He couldn’t stop grinning at the little boy as they continued playing the verse piece by piece. AJ’s enthusiasm was refreshing; every time he’d successfully play a line, he’d bounce up and down or do a little dance. They practiced each line individually until the little boy was able to play them all together. When AJ finally played the verse through without a single error, the most delighted grin overtook his features.

“Nice!” Louis held his hand up for a high-five which AJ happily gave. “You don’t even need me; you’re a natural.”

AJ giggled. He was incredibly proud of himself; he couldn’t wait to see Clementine’s reaction.

“And guess what?”

“What?”

“Rest of the song is just that for all the verses. That means you just went and learned yourself an entire song.” This time, the teen put both of his hands up for a double high-five.

AJ slapped his small hands against the older boy’s. “Really?”

Louis nodded and placed a hand on his shoulder. “You’re the next Mozart.”

“Huh?”

“...Never mind,” He chuckled. “Let’s put this thing together so we can go give our girl a show.”

“Yeah!”

The boys spent the next hour mashing their rewritten lyrics and piano melody together. They practiced over and over, determined to get it absolutely flawless. Clementine didn’t deserve anything less.

_

“Clem! Clem!” AJ burst into their bedroom, panting. He dashed over to her bedside and stood bouncing on the balls of his feet beside her.

“Woah, what’s up, kiddo?” Clementine propped herself up on an elbow.

“You-you gotta come! We have a surprise for you! A really really big surprise! You’re gonna love it!”

“Slow down, AJ. We?”

AJ glanced behind him and frowned when he didn’t see Louis standing there. He ran back for the door and peered out into the hallway, looking left and right. When Louis finally turned the corner, AJ waved him over.

“Louis! Hurry up!”

The older boy’s laughter echoed down the hall. “I’m goin’.” He popped into the doorway and grinned at the girl inside. She gave a small smile in return.

“So where’s this big surprise?”

“We have to take you to it.”

Her eyebrows raised then furrowed as she frowned. “I… I can’t get up, AJ.”

“That’s why I’m here.” Louis butt in. “Which method of transportation would you prefer: piggy back or bridal style?” He knelt down beside her bed.

Clementine rolled her eyes and pretended to ponder her options for a minute. It probably wasn’t the greatest idea to leave her bed yet as she still had a lot of healing to do. However, she was going crazy staring at the same ceiling, the same walls, the same view from the window for all hours of the day. The idea of getting out- of going anywhere else - was too appealing.

“Hmm, how ‘bout you get on all fours, and I’ll sit on your back like a horse?”

He shrugged and breathed out a little laugh. “Might break my back, but… Whatever you want. It’d be a noble sacrifice.”

“Oh, can’t have that. Guess I’ll settle for bridal.”

“Good choice.” He winked, and she snorted.

Louis slid an arm under her knees and scooped her off of her bed. Clementine winced and let out a little squeak of pain when her injured leg rubbed against the mattress.

“Sorry.” Louis hugged her tighter, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, mustering up a pained smile.

AJ instructed her to close her eyes which she hesitantly did when the boys insisted that it was essential to the surprise that she not know where they’re going. She tightened her grip on Louis’ shoulders when he started walking, and tried to pay attention to his movements in an attempt to gauge where they were headed. Left out the room, then right a few feet down. Were they going outside?

Her thoughts were confirmed when she heard the creak of a door and saw the blackness of her vision flash red as the sun hit her face. Louis made his way out the door, careful not to knock her against anything. A light breeze tickled her skin, and she smiled, thankful to be outside again after being cooped up in her room for days. The fresh air filling her lungs and the warmth radiating off the boy holding her lulled her into a sense of peace. She lay her head against his shoulder and relished in the feeling.

“Louis!”

A furious voice caused the girl’s breath to hitch, and she shot her eyes open.

“What the Hell do you think you’re doin’?” Louis faced the direction of the cry and found Ruby glaring at him. “She needs to be in bed.”

“No, Ruby! We’re doing something really important!” AJ protested.

“I don’t care. She needs to rest and keep it elevated. Why would you ever think that you could-”

“It’s ok.” Clementine interrupted. “I’m fine. I needed out of that room, anyway.” She smiled softly. “It’s nice out.”

“But your-”

“It’s just gonna be for a second!” The little boy pleaded. He couldn’t let the plan fail when they were already this far along. He knew Ruby was just trying to look out for her, but she didn’t understand how important this was. “Please.” AJ widened his eyes and pouted up at her. Louis and even Clementine mirrored the boy’s pleading expression.  

The redhead groaned and clutched her temple. “Fine. Five minutes…” She held up a hand to represent the number. “And be careful.”

AJ grinned gratefully and nodded. “Clem, close your eyes back!”

She obeyed and rested her head back on Louis’ shoulder as he continued walking. The crunch of grass underneath his feet soon gave way to the click of his boots on concrete. Another door opened, and she was inside again, and soon, she was being lowered down into a chair.

“Don’t open ‘em yet,” Louis told her.

She heard him walk away a short distance then a soft creak as he sat down. She raised an eyebrow when her ears caught the hushed giggles of the boys.

“Shh!”

Clementine let her eyes flutter open when she heard the first note of a song on the piano; they’d brought her to the music room. She looked to the piano to see Louis and AJ sitting on the bench together, both with a hand on a part of the instrument. AJ’s voice filled the room:

“When I was scared, you would be there And you’d teach me all the time Now I’m super-duper sma-art All cause of you, Clementine.”

Of course, Clementine recognized the melody instantly, but the words were unfamiliar- different. Louis joined in, and the boys sang the second verse together:

“Oh, our darling, Oh, our darling, Oh, our darling, Clementine Listen closely, while we tell thee The sweet tales of Clementine.”

Louis looked straight into her eyes with the goofiest grin as he sang the third verse solo:

“When you came here, we were-en’t sure But you got here just in time Helped us wreck those stupid raiders Like a badass, Clementine”

They sang the rest of their song together:

“Oh, our darling, Oh, our darling, Oh our darling, Clementine Thought we lost you but you’re still here You’re the strongest, Clementine

“We know you’re sad, cause of your leg But please trust us; you’ll be fine You will always be the coolest You’re still awesome, Clementine

“Oh, our darling, Oh, our darling Oh, our darling, Clementine You’re the bravest; you’ll get through this And we’ll help you, Clementine

“You’re so lovely, such a beauty With sweet golden eyes that shine And the smile of an angel Show it to us, Clementine.

“Oh, our darling, Oh, our darling, Oh our darling, Clementine You’re the greatest; like no other, How we love you, Clementine.”

The boys both took their hands off the piano and looked to the girl in the chair beside them. Her hand was over her mouth, her eyes glossy. She blinked a few times and a tear escaped, cascading down her cheek. AJ was worried for a second. Why was she crying? Clem never cried. Did she not like it? Did he mess up? The little boy looked up at Louis with a panicked expression. However, the teen didn’t look worried. He was grinning from ear to ear.

AJ returned his gaze to the girl. “Clem?”

Clementine removed her hand from her lips, revealing the biggest, realest, smile AJ had ever seen her wear. And in that instant, all his worry was washed away. She was happy. She was really happy.

She choked out a laugh and wiped her eyes. “You- you dorks.” She sighed and extended her arms to the boys. AJ hopped off the bench and ran into her arms; he gripped her as tightly as his little arms could. He began to feel a stinging at his eyes as they threatened to burst with tears as well. Seeing her so happy… It was the best thing ever.

Clementine pulled back a bit and  “How did you… When did you do this?” She choked.

“This morning. Louis taught me how. He helped me write the song so it’s about you. We… We wanted to make you happy.”

The girl looked to the older boy, who smiled lovingly at her. He slid off the bench and joined them at the chair, kneeling down and putting an arm around Clementine.

Her breath hitched, and she cleared her throat. “Well, you did it. Y-You did.” She sniffled and wiped at another stray tear. “You’re such a sweetie.”

“And you are too.” She turned her gaze to Louis, pulled him into the hug, and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.”

Louis returned her kiss, and AJ latched onto her and nuzzled his face into her neck.  “We love you, Clem,” He mumbled against her.

Clementine sniffled and held onto her boys tighter. “I love you guys too.”

#Im?? So proud of this one? #is this how people #with actual healthy self-esteems feel?? #twdg #twdg spoilers #twdg fanfiction #fanfiction #twdg fanfic #twdg AJ #twdg louis #clouis #twdg clouis #my writing

[roadtophantom]

Down Once More - RTP's Show 10

March 30, 2019 evening

Balcony center is truly one of the best seats in the house, I've always lucked out until now (there was one lone seat at Row FF that I happily snatched)

I saw my 10th show alone and oh I missed that experience. I mean it's special to see it with friends and family but being on your own easily lets you zone in and immerse into the show.

The show was a solid performance apart from minor hitches. Luke Grooms was on as Piangi and he was such a delight. It's my first time to see a different Piangi in all my Phantom shows (all done extremely well by the brilliant but then injured Thabiso Masemene). What I love about Luke is he isn't afraid to play and say harass people around him (that is not Carlotta). In that he interacts with the characters and provokes a reaction. The way his cloak whips at a ballerina, or when he kind of hisses at Meg in warning when she informs the managers that Christine needed rest. His Piangi is very proud, arrogant but still devoted to Carlotta (he blew her kisses as she sang Think of Me). By being less heavy on the Italian accent, he was actually comprehensible and his comedic timing delivered with ease. Also he's done the role before so I can see there's a confidence in what he does. He's a very proactive actor and I imagine the cast had fun playing with him.

I can see the songs were played safer that night, not too much inflection or adventurous belts or improvisations. That's fine. I still saw a lot of new stuff, some little nuances. The Wild Woman who stood nearest to Box 5 gave a yelp when Giry warned about keeping it empty. And putting in a new actor in the role brought different dynamics in Hannibal altogether.

Beverley has consistently won laughs whenever she exagerrated the singing of Think of Me "Rrrrrrrrrremember me, every so often..." I'm starting to like Melina more, I still wish the cane thumps were far more audible. But to see her wrestle between composure, a need to help Christine and a need to side with the Phantom is pretty cool. And as I've said before, Melina is a lovely Giry.

Sorry I likely remembered differently about Meghan and dancing, she danced a few steps of Hannibal...badly and on purpose, which led to Madame Giry calling her out to concentrate. And when Meg comes over to ask what's the matter they both go off stage. She's more energetic too, more expressive, I'd like to think she's recovered from her illness. But I can see how Raoul's character need to catch up with her (and the Phantom.) @laissezferre and I were talking about this. Clara is a Christine who utterly leaned onto Raoul, Meghan's Christine clings to Raoul yes, but also drawn into the Phantom's music and beguiling presence that she follows that curiosity and wound up disobeying her lover. I can see in this show is that she plays Christine, as someone who truly worships the music so while she thinks the Phantom is dangerous, she just couldn't help but be lured and walk off the edge. She also plays that kind of madness well in Twisted every way, she does not care for glamour shots, she just looks plain distraught.

Jonathan was muchly better, I noticed he has been avoiding double shows, but he still got something in his throat. :( THAT SAID, his MOTN was quite seductive that night, the guy's just suave with his hands what can I say and he took his time.

I think I haven't written Meghan as a pageboy. Just imagine in her tiny frame,wearing big clothes, earnestly fluffing and dusting up the pillows of a bigger bed. She's so adorable. I think I saw more alarmed reactions when she backed up to the bed when the chandelier started to shake and dwindle.

Our chandelier crash is also nothing much to write about. It's slow, directed descent.

Those who tangle with Don Juan - Luke plays this as someone who is just so exasperated of this lyric and wants very much to go home. There was even a part where he turns to Christine to complain and Christine was trying to calmly explain or maybe make him relax. I loved that.

Unlike the first two Wandering Childs I've seen (with Clara), it's clear the Phantom has the upper hand in the Trio. Raoul was not as ticked off as I've seen him before.

PONR is interesting because the Phantom dropped the ring, and it was heard all over the theatre lol. But gotta love how the recovery happened. The good thing is it came at a fortunate timing when Christine was about to do her solo AWAY from the Phantom. So what Jonathan did was lower his hooded head slightly, to look for the ring, very smoothly and gradually like one might see a penny on a sidewalk, stoop to pick up and in the same dramatic manner, wear it in deliberate sight, like dropping the ring was part of the blocking of the scene and picking it up was part of the act. He managed to make it to the bench and sit by the time Meghan was done.

It was a quick Final Lair, I can't recall anything that immediately strikes me as different. I paid attention on Meghan for the most part because it's only the second time I see her in the lair and she just...man, the way she minces down those lyrics oh and the way she murder-glared at the Phantom at "Please Raoul it's useless." Jonathan's note hit a snag in You Alone, but recovered in the end, know that when I say this I don't blame the guy. You can't clear your throat while doing Final Lair and phlegms are persistent buggers. So whatever he does on that stage is an extra mile.

#phantom of the opera #rtp feels #PhantomManila

[vgwriter]

Everything wrong with Kingdom Hearts 3 and why its not all bad

Everything Wrong

Kingdom Hearts is an interesting series to say the least. Over the greater part of the last two decades it has released 9 games on 7 different platforms. The truly astonishing thing is that they all add something to the series' overall plot. This is something that rarely happens in video games or fiction in general. The wait that many fans had for Kingdom Hearts 3 and all the expectation from prequels and years of development was bound to lead to disappointment. But enough with the broad claims and needless facts, lets get down to what went wrong with the game.

#1-The lack of Final Fantasy characters

This has been a pretty consistant outcry from fans since the launch of the game but probably came as no surprise to hardcore fans who had notice Nomura slowly directing the series away from FF. I agree with most fans and think this was a bad call, not because I didn't get to hit Sephiroth with a giant key for 10 minutes but because Square wasted character development on the Hollow Bastion Gang. Squall (Leon), Aerith, Yuffie, and Cid, who we had all seen since Traverse Town, are no where in sight. Not even a mention in the ridiculous amount of cutscenes this game had. Now, it is easy to say that they weren't consequential to the overall story that this game focused on but I argue they are not so easy to throw away. We watched and helped them go from Traverse Town to cleaning up Radiant Garden. Squall introduced us to the concept of the Keyblade and Heartless for crying outloud! With so many cutscenes on their world, they certainly deserved an onscreen appearance and really, an interaction, too.

#2-No Cloud and Sephiroth

That's right, this is so wrong it gets its own little paragraph. The Cloud saga has also been simmering in the background for many years with Cloud being tricked by Hades and battling the darkness within himself. The story fits so well into Kingdom Hearts' themes that it is disappointing to not see it come to a close in this third home console installment. Also, a numbered Kingdom Hearts game where I can't beat up Sephiroth? The Sephiroth fight was a rite of passage for me as a little kid and the idea of not being able to do it for the long awaited Kingdom Hearts 3 is a major let down.

#3-The Combat and Difficulty

The basic combat, much like the rest of the game, looks absolutely stunning. But, like a trackcar, it doesn't feel amazing (for the most part). Sora has never been as airborn as he was for this game and this greatly effects the difficulty in the otherwise outdated combat system. The basic combat system is floaty, for lack of a better word, and Sora is a lightening bolt across the worlds. In previous titles, the difficulty derived from how well you could move Sora (or other protags) with emphasis on understanding boss patterns and manipulating mobs. With the amount of mobility Sora has in Kingdom Hearts 3, players don't have to worry about mob control or bosses for that matter. Sora will move wherever the player wants in almost a flash and the game just isn't built around that kind of mobility, yet. Kingdom Hearts 3 enemies are built like the previous titles: slow, large, and highly predictable. They were challenging when Sora was an immobile piece of cabbage in Kingdom Hearts 1 but now they are simply too easy for this new high paced Sora.

The biggest additions to the combat are its biggest detractors. The forms seem too elementary and bland when compared to the drives used in Kingdom Hearts 2. Also, the fact that they are all attached to their respective keyblades is an odd way of limiting how the player can use each form. I personally loved the Frozen keyblade's forms but wanted to go for a more physical combat style and with the keyblade being magic focused, it was a choice I didn't like making. The attractions are a major detraction (insert laugh track). Aside from a few boss specific attractions, they disrupt the flow of combat and give the player a get of jail free card in a game that is already way too easy. They aren't very involved either and it turns an otherwise interesting and explosive combat system into an unrealized, underdeveloped shooter, quicktime event, or an invincablilty mode. The new mechanics for the combat were clearly an afterthought to the games graphics.

#4-Sidelined Characters and Sora's Arrested Development

This should come as no surprise by now but Nomura benched Kairi, again. Not only did he bench her, he ultra benched her. In game that was supposed to be her big fighting debut she had one on screen kill. While other female protags like Aqua and Xion have some badass moments here and there, Kairi is a cheerleader in an era of game storytelling that has left the trope far behind. Her and Axel (about the same rant for him) are trapped in this little time and space pocket dimension that we only get to see in cutscenes. Sqaure really missed a great opportunity to make the world Kairi and Axel went to in to a unique coliseum experience. We could've seen Kairi and Axel train or even helped! It's a great opportunity that was missed just like Kairi's character.

Although we have seen Sora grow up physically, Sora is still the same naive little kid on the inside and that is becoming a problem. It was fine when Sora was just the vehicle for us to explore Disney worlds in KH1 but every other character has grown up and we've grown up too. Sora has also been through way too much to be the same kid he was in KH1. Characters like Riku, Axel and Aqua have all been through a lot and their struggle changed them in to the character they are in KH3. Sora needs to mature and grow in future or else this franchise won't have a palatable main protagonist. So, while it is nice that Haley Joel Osment can use a comfortable range when voicing Sora, it doesn't make up for the fact that Sora hasn't changed at all over the past decade and a half.

A small thing, but the last fight with Xehanort would've been great with the Destiny Island Trio instead of Sora, Donald and Goofy.

Why its Not a Bad Thing

So, while this game is by far the weakest number entry in the entire series in my opinion, the future for the franchise does show promise. For starters, the Xehanort saga was wrapped excellently. (The ending was by far the best part and did justice to the absolutely massive scale of the story so far) Looking to the next game, Nomura will essentially have a fresh start and that is great news. The character cast had become a little bloated with the idea of three trios (BBS, Days, and the Destiny Island Trio), each with their own complex storyline and resolution. With this fresh start, we could see a more focused style of storytelling at best or at worst, some great new characters and plots. Either way, it is certainly exciting!

The combat was weak because the enemies had yet to adapt to the mobility Sora has with the Unreal 4 engine. With the overwhelming comments on the games difficulty, I'm pretty sure Sqaure will try to created more aggressive AI and bosses that really test the player on how well they can use Sora's new found mobility. The idea alone gives me chills.

Overall, I give the game a 3/5 but I still have high hopes for the franchise as a whole.

#kh3 #reviews

[kivablog3]

Sylvia’s Cooking

I just got my first Stonewall 50 email. At the bottom of the email in the small print it says Heritage of Pride™, which means it’s still run by the same guys as always, except under more scrutiny now, after getting the march on Channel 7 and with the whole world coming next year to physically or spiritually fit into that little pie-wedge space on Christopher Street where the Stonewall Inn bar is located. This World Pride thing isn’t just an advertising slogan they came up with at HoP, it’s a Thing, like Stonewall 50’s a Thing. My therapist, who’s very active in the community and probably gets lots of interesting emails from various Things, told me it happens at a different city’s Pride each year.

And next year, of course, they’re coming to New York, because it’ll be the 50th Anniversary of the night Sylvia Rivera and her friend Marsha P. Johnson (who I never met, and who may have thrown the first punch, there are scholarly debates on this point, but I am told that Sylvia firmly insisted that she was the first one who punched a cop, it’s like the debate over Lexington and Concord, they’re not sure exactly where the Revolution started but we know that they started it) threw out the first punches to start the legendary three-day riot, rather than just get in the police van like always, right in front of the Stonewall Inn. The night the drag queens finally began to fight back. It made a sound heard ‘round the world, and it’s still reverberating, and if anything really changed the course of history in that wretched year of 1969, that surely did.

It reached me in the front seat of our car when I was with my mom one Saturday, when for once my sister wasn’t with us. I used to like tagging along on her Saturday visits to her office, wherever that was. As we were about to drive away from the small airfield where she worked as a secretary to go to some thing where co-workers were already playing bad country music, I asked her what a homosexual was. It was a sunny day and there was no one else around for a mile in any direction. It was the Summer of 1969, of course, and I was eleven years old.

I can only suppose this is just after I’d heard of Stonewall in the news. It was the first time I’d ever brought up sex as a topic of discussion with my mother, and I did this with some trepidation. I sort of knew this wasn’t her favorite topic of conversation generally, sex, much less transgressive sex. The kind hippies had. Maybe some of them were homosexual, who knew? So I persisted in my line of inquiry. What I didn’t know was that she’d been waiting for some version of that question ever since she’d stopped dressing me in dresses, when I was two.

She put the transmission back in park, turned the engine off, sighed, and for once didn’t light a cigarette before we started what turned out to be a lengthy, meandering conversation, which wandered after a while into related and then tangential topics, and which ended with me correcting her on some minor misunderstandings as to how gonorrhea was transmitted, at which point things kind of ground to a halt and she started the car up.

The whole thing probably took an hour. She used to joke that she’d had the Talk with me, the generalized birds and bees talk, because we did touch on conventional sex and How Babies Are Made, but that I had ended up explaining some things to her, instead, which shouldn’t have surprised her. I did read a lot, after all. I probably already knew a couple of things about homosexuals, but I wanted an explanation of how they actually Did It, and as squirmy as that made me, I wheedled it out of her. I could’ve asked her more about how a male-female couple had sex, but that wasn’t what was on my mind. She wasn’t happy about it, and did her best to make it clear that it was all gross and disgusting. I think she made a face when she was explaining lesbians to me. I liked the sound of the word the first time I heard it, tbh: Lesbian. It sounded soft and fuzzy.

I remember wondering about the feasibility of anal sex, as she sketchily and hastily outlined it, which apparently was what men did together; but what women did together sounded really kind of fun and not nearly as difficult. She didn’t want to talk about that, though, and I do remember that it was around there that the discussion went off into the weeds, to things related and not. Eventually we ended up at syphilis and gonorrhea (aka “VD,” or venereal disease, where venereal=“vaginally transmitted,” rather than “of or having to do with the goddess or planet Venus” — clearly a term invented by men) and I explained some of the then-current science on transmission to her, i.e., you don’t catch it from dirty toilet seats in public restrooms. Not girls, not boys, it’s a myth, mom. They told us in science.

All that was fifty years ago, as of next June. The following June, in 1970, they had the first Christopher Street Liberation Day March, so 2020 is the fiftieth anniversary of the March. But next year is the Big One. It looks like this anniversary will be just as controlled and careful as the 25th anniversary in 1994 was huge and utterly chaotic and wonderfully random, with 200,000 marchers from around the world. We took over Central Park. We took over freakin’ Midtown. It rocked.

Well, not next time. No more of that anarcho-festive celebration stuff. Now you have to be part of a signed-up contingent to be part of the march, and those slots are limited. And no more hopping in-and-out from the sidewalk, apparently. They want everyone in a marching contingent to wear the same t-shirts, ffs. It has to be controlled, as well as going backwards (starting a few blocks north of Christopher, past the Stonewall the wrong way, and up Fifth Avenue, what the fuck?) I’m told some of the people in the Village are tired of the crowds and the noise. They can do what people do in Austin when SXSW comes along: leave town. Tiniest quantum violin playing.

Now that it’s a TV show, I guess it has to run on time and look good on camera. They’ll have a beautifully made-up drag queen doing commentary like last year, along with the usual probably-white cis-guy-&-cis-gal parade anchors. I don’t know where they find those. It’ll become another tradition soon, that trio as parade anchors, now that scientists have established that str8 people in statistically significant numbers will watch drag queens on television and thus advertising time can be sold for this event. It’ll be just like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, or the Fourth of July, only with One of Us in the booth along with two of them.

“And you know, Mike, the rainbow flag has been a unifying symbol in the LGBT community since it was first designed in 1978, and did you know that originally it had eight stripes….” There will be carefully-timed performances in front of the Stonewall, and commercial breaks. Some of the stories people tell will break your heart, some will make it sing. Plus commercials, did I mention the commercials? You can record it and FF through them. I did. I stopped this year to watch Chelsea and Rusty talking about Sylvia, which is what makes me think of them all, along with the fact that Sylvia and Marsha deserve statues, and you get reminded of that every June. I’d love to have a statue of the two of them at the Stonewall National Monument, which technically is the little triangular pie-slice shaped park, the benches and the wrought-iron fencing, where you can sit next to the statues representing gay men and women from the 1980s. They should add Sylvia and Marsha.

The whole parade on TV represents some kind of weird queer communications breakthrough, I guess. And now that it’s on every year, I suppose it has to be faaaaaaabulouss! I guess we can record it and go, too. And watch. There were some forums recently at the Center, maybe just one, where people could come and complain about the corporatization of Pride, and the most-of-us not marching thing, and the reverse-route thing where it just kind of ends around 28th Street for no apparent reason, and ask for things they won’t get, but that part’s over and it’s time for Early Bird sign-up.

Whatever. Sylvia and Marsha are the mothers of us all, both trannies and everyone else that fits under this patched, unwieldy tent called “LGBTQ.” We argue, some of us incessantly, about which part of the tent is what, and whether this part is even really part of the same tent as that other part of the tent, but no one argues with the fact that Sylvia and Marsha put up the first tent poles. That may not be the most elegant metaphor, but I’m going with it. Never apologize for your art.

And it’s kind of okay, I think now, or at least I’m trying to convince myself it is, that I never realized “who” Sylvia was, even though at least two people said I should talk to her because I was “interested in politics.” Hm? Oh, ok. No one ever said why. Ffs.

But it felt sort of like I knew Sylvia, the way it feels like I know these professors and other people who my wife works with, after I hear her describe them a few times. She’s a union delegate as well as a math professor, so she knows a lot of people. By now I also know a lot about professors in general. And in the same way I realized after a while from talking to people around T-House, conversations in which she came up, often at vital junctures, that Sylvia was the Mom around the place: she made dinner, I knew that much, and she did a lot of other things to keep Transy* House, Chelsea and Rusty’s house, from burning down, falling over, and sinking during those raucous years around the end of the 20th century. She seemed quite nice when I was introduced across a crowded room downstairs, which actually happened twice I think. She smiled and said hi, I do remember that. She seemed nice.

That, in and of itself, was quite difficult for some people I was around back then — this was and still is New York, the Attitude Capital of the Western Hemisphere and, during Fashion Weeks, the Tribeca Film Festival, and the General Assembly, perhaps the world — but from my brief impression she seemed genuine, and older in a reassuring way when I was twenty years younger. She gave off these hippie-mama vibes, just by making dinner. In a house where a whole lot of chaos happened, and necessarily so given how many trans kids with no other home came through there — because Chelsea and Rusty never turned anyone away, not as far as I know — not to mention how much fun was had there on a regular basis, at least some of it destructive of property, she just looked to me, in a vortex of drama, like a pole of stability.

Maybe that’s shaped by how people talked about her. Everyone said how nice she was; but I wasn’t over there often enough to run into her when she was (a) there and (b) had a free moment, and didn’t know I should prioritize it anyway. And there were other people using up the oxygen in the room at any given time, including me. But it would have been awesome to truly know her.

I knew other people there, had my own reasons for being there. I lived with Kathleen and our two-year-old son in an apartment which was also on 16th Street, in Brooklyn, two blocks away. It was the Nineties, so it didn’t seem unusual to me that there was a house full of transfolx a short walk away, nor that my friend Jamie knew everyone there. Like, she knew everyone. She was the other pole of stability then, around the turn of the century. She doubtless knew Sylvia pretty well, and she probably told me enough to form an impression.

Now Chelsea and Rusty own a bookstore upstate, and T-House is long gone, replaced by the ineluctable tidal forces of gentrification, although there’s a queer history tour that stops at the site and tells a short version of The Story. I wish sometimes they could have a sort of T-House reunion, somewhere, somehow. I would very much like to find Jamie again, even if only online. And I do still wish I’d gotten to talk with Sylvia.

#HistoricalNearMisses

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Footnote: Everyone back then except Chelsea, more or less, called it that, but without the “s,” if you get what I mean. We don’t say it anymore, at least not when younger transfolx are around. People get really upset, and if it’s only been used to hurt you it’s a painful word, I get that. Yet it was our word then, and it didn’t hurt at all. It was a warm, friendly word. It was what we called each other, lovingly, and no one else had any reason to use it, and I miss it.

this article also appears at https://medium.com/@kivazo/sylvias-cooking-1b1b4f24e780

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[vneuns]

pretty boy lore !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝖼𝖼!𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝗑 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ( 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖼 )

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > 𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌. 𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗂 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗃𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗌. 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 >

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 >

… when i found out Boo wears eyeliner i just kinda rolled with it. because who wouldn’t want to be told a minecraft role play story whilst putting eyeliner on their bestie

“Wait, so you’re married to Tubbo canonically?” You questioned dipping your pinky into the small jar of vaseline rubbing it on your lips. “Mhmm.”

“And you have a pig child?”

“Yup!”

The tall blonde nodded as he bounced lightly on the edge of your bed. “Ahh.” You picked up your eyeliner pen turning towards the mirror to make sure you didn’t mess up.

“But that’s just us, Quackity is in a relationship with Karl and Sapnap though that’s kinda strained right now because they forgot to tell him about their kingdom, but that’s just because Karl time travels and is slowly losing his memory and Sap thought Karl had told them.”

You quirked an eyebrow stopping the black pen from touching your face now intrigued with this minecraft roleplay. Core? Or whatever it was called. “So after being like outcasted in his own relationship or whatever he made a casino and made deals with the devil or some shit…”

He trailed off looking up at you just as you began to wing your liner. “Ooh can you do mine, I didn't have the chance to before I left.”

You nodded moving onto the next one listening as he continued.

“And then there’s Dream who is manipulative and manipulated me and a few other minors, oh and he took one of Tommys’ canon lives by killing him with a potato.” He stated plainly as if it was one of the most normal sentences ever.

After finishing your own eyeliner and taking in everything your best friend had told you; You walked over to him tilting his head back and making him close his eyes. “And this is all in minecraft?”

“Mhmm mhm.”

“But it’s okay only some of the trauma I have in lore passed onto me in real life.” He joked his eyelid fluttered a bit when the tip of the black colored pen touched his skin.

You huffed chuckling under your breath at his dry humor. “I’m always so jealous of you when you wear eyeliner.”

You admitted lightly your voice a whisper as you perfected the wing. “Pfft. You wear yours so much better.” Moving your arm to move to the eye on your non-dominant side. “I could never..”

You bit your lip, care as to not mess up. “I’m not going back and forth with you, so thank you.”

“Andddd…. There ya go pretty boy! Looking quite beautiful might I add.”

His cheeks visibly reddened at the compliment, rolling his eyes as he tried to play it off.

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[vneuns]

roadtrip !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝗌𝖻𝗂 𝗑 𝗀𝗇!𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗉 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.5𝗄

… i have 3 brothers. anything i write from now on about sbi will all be things that have happened irl 💀

Phil sang under his breath, blocking out the sounds of his two youngest children arguing in the back of his van. “Tommy i fucking swear if you don’t stop hogging the blanket!” you yelled at the blonde next to you who kept pulling the blanket onto his side of the car backseat.

“Father?”

“Yes wil?”

“They’re going to rip out each other's hair if you don’t pull over soon.” Wilbur pointed out looking at the two from the rearview mirror watching as his little sibling flicked the younger boy's temple.

“DAD YNs’ PUTTING THEIR HANDS ON ME!” sighing Phil pulled into the nearest gas station parking next to a gas pump. “Ok here’s the deal. Everyone goes in and gets a bag of chips, candy, soda, and whatever else.”

The bickering immediately came to a stop as you and tommy ran out of the car into the gas station leaving your dad and older brothers behind. “I’m gonna kill those rats.” Techno mumbled getting out of the car and following behind the two.

Ignoring the blonde following after you, trying to convince you to buy something for him with your share of the money; You walked down the isle picking up all your idle snacks.

The road trip was something that Phil had planned randomly after catching you dangling Tommy out the second story window of your house because he stole one of your jackets.

Though in your defense you had told him multiple times to stop going in your room and taking things without your permission. “Tom leave Yn alone.” Wilbur placed a hand on his shoulder leading him to the register.

“Think dad’ll leave him on the side of the rode somewhere?” Tech chuckled and just shook his head picking up a bag of trail mix. “If we get lucky he’ll fall asleep before we get there.” His arm wrapped around your shoulder leading you to where your siblings were waiting.

“Got everything?” The brunette questioned watching as you all placed your items on the counter whilst he handed the fifty dollar bill to the cashier.

-

“I CALL SHOTGUN!” Your eyes widened as the little boy made a dash for the passengers seat the white bag in his hand flinging everywhere.

“NO YOU DON’T YOU LITTLE..” As if you were running a marathon you took off after him pushing him with your hip to move him away from the door. “If you two don’t figure it out I’ll gladly sit front seat.” Technoblade smiled a devilish smile as he opened the back door and put his bag inside before going around the back to fill up the gas tank.

With the distraction of your pink haired older brother you nudged Tommy to the side getting in the seat before he had time to react. “Dad! That’s not fair!” Your father shrugged at his youngest before jolting his thumb to the back seat signaling for him to get in.

“You’ll be fine Tommy, come on I’ll let you cuddle with me.” Wilbur laughed when Tommys’ face morphed into disgust before ushering him into the backseat. Once everyone was in the car the five of you were back on the road.

“Where are we going?” You groaned looking over at the blonde who was munching on some sour patch kids.

“You’ll see soon enough.”

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[vneuns]

pls write sth for fundy >.< I AM SIMPING ANDD BEGGING AND ON MY KNEES ,,, also ur writing is wonderful bby,,, luv u!!! <3

his maid dress !

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 > 𝖿𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗒 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 > 𝗂𝖿 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 , 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 > 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾

ʚ♡ɞ 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 > 0.6𝗸

… I LOVE U HOT CHEETOS BABE <33 ly mwa mwa.

The low buzz from the air conditioning in the quiet stuffy room sounded as you fixed the dress on your figure. It wasn’t something you’d ever be caught dead in but when you hit the subgoal for a surprise stream you really had no choice.

It had been a lot easier than you had thought it was going to be, to be able to accumulate the dress and its accessories without your boyfriend noticing with the fact that he had put it right back into its package after wearing.

A maid dress. Your mind had never even thought about something the costume on until you ended up actually hitting your subgoal and didn’t even have the surprise ready. Knowing if you stared at the outfit any longer you’d chicken out and have to reschedule your stream for another day.

The sigh that left your lips was supposed to help let go of all the built up fear and discouragement but ended up doing nothing of the sort. Knowing you were too far gone now you pressed the start stream button waiting a few minutes for the notification to send to all your followers so they could tune in.

“Hi loves!” You smiled, catching glimpses of certain comments in the chat, the mention of your boyfriend's character name appearing more than once. “No Fund , won’t be here for this special stream. But this one is so special I blocked him so he can’t watch it.”

You knew there were two reactions you could get had your boyfriend been able to see the stream. One he’d laugh. Laugh his ass off and wouldn’t care how many daggers you sent him, or he’d become an absolute simp.

Pisskink donated 5 ! How do you feel about fundy lore? Also very excited for this surprise.

“Mmm.” You pretended to think about the answer to the question you had gotten quite a few times. “Uh fuck Dream for leaving him at the alter.” The smp lore was never really your thing, but people seemed to really want you to know that he was left for a British boy at his wedding on twitter after it happened.

“Ok guys are you ready?” your nerves bubbled with fear as you thought about all the possibilities and outcomes you wearing a simple outfit could lead to. With a sigh you turned on your camera and stuff back so everyone could get a full view of what you were wearing.

Your eyes wandered as you watched the chat fill with “awoogas,” , “simping.” , and “you’ve killed me Nn.” Before you could respond your streaming door opened and their stood your boyfriend though he wasn’t looking at you, too busy looking at something on his phone.

“Hey babe? Everyone’s saying you're streaming but it’s saying something about me being-...” He trailed off looking at you for the first time since he entered. “Ohh..”

Having a mind of their own your hands went to the side of your body as you did a semi enthusiastic jazz hands. “You like?” Not wanting it to become too awkward with your boyfriend just gawking at how the maid dress looked on you; you did a little spin allowing the curtain of the skirt to flow up and doing a little pose at the end.

“I love it.” He smiled walking over to you taking your hand in his and twirling you around once more to get a closer view of how it looked. “Look very dashing.” He mumbled one of his hands going to the dip in your back while the other encased your hands together allowing him to dip the two of you for a semi romantic kiss in front of two hundred thousand people.

After bringing your bodies back up he place multiple kisses on your cherry flavored lips *wink wink* before you had to push him away reminding him you were streaming and this shouldn’t be something done on stream.

“I’ve decided I have nothing better to do and that i’ll just sit here and watch my beautiful significant other do what they do best,”

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[vneuns]

build - a - bear

pairing : irl!dream x gn!reader

warning : full on fluff

word count : 1k

a/n: ( decided to post a bit early ) this is for @mayasimagines 600 event!!! congrats on 600 love <33 ! this is the first event i’ve ever entered so i was kinda nervous but i hope everyone enjoys

Clay pressed a chaste kiss to the back of your hand as the two of you made your way to the food court before going downstairs. “So is it a Auntie Anne’s kind of day?” He questioned as the two of you turned the corner being met with the open area the smell of food invading your nostrils.

You nodded as the two of you made your way to the pretzel stall in the far right corner. “What’cha wanna do after?” You shrugged as the two of you got in line. “Need to go to bath and body works.” You told him as you pulled up your jeans a force of habit you tended to do randomly as you looked around the food court.

“I have to go to best buy, get a replacement cord for my Pc since patches decided she was gonna snack on it.” You couldn’t help but giggle as the two of you moved up being next. “My lil’ baby don’t be mad at her.” The blonde above you rolled his eyes as you pressed your body against his smiling at him.

“Thought I was your baby.” he faked a pout as he wrapped his hands around your waist. “You’re my second baby.” you lifted yourself up on your tippy toes as you pressed a kiss to his lips. He wiped his lips against his shoulder just as the two of you were ready to go up causing you to have to turn around.

“Can we get one Cinnamon sugar pretzel and then a cup of cinnamon sugar nuggets?” The boy behind the counter nodded reaching for the small medium cup on display, and then grabbing a piece of parchment paper grabbing a cinnamon pretzel from it’s spot in the back with the bigger pretzels. “Anything else?”

“And a Mango and strawberry lemonade.” He finished off the order grabbing his wallet from his back pocket to pay once the brown hair boy came back with your drink placing them on the counter and going to assist the next person in line.

You picked up your cup while Clay grabbed the drink and his pretzel. “Don’t think I’m just gonna forget about you wiping my kiss off.” You stated plainly taking a pretzel out of the cup and popping it in your mouth as you headed towards the elevator.

“You put my cat over me, what’d you expect?” You pressed the button to call the elevator watching as he took a sip of the lemonade in his hand. “I didn’t put her over youuu.” You joked getting in the empty elevator and hitting the second floor button.

“Yeah okay.” He rolled his eyes once more causing a smile to form on your face. Now it was your turn to wrap your arms around him watching as he took a bite of the pretzel. He moved the food in his mouth to the side, “What?”. You puckered your lips towards him signalling you wanted a kiss. Your boyfriend leaned down giving you a quick before taking another bite.

“Ohh cinnamony,” A laugh left his mouth as he watched you lick your lips and raise your eyebrows when you noticed his eyes trained on your lips.

The elevator dinged signaling you were at the second floor. Your arms unwrapped from around Clays stomach as you made your way out and to the build - a - bear workshop next to the Children's place. “Hey guys!” A woman who looked like she was in her mid-thirties greeted the two of you as you made your way inside the store.

You gave her a smile and a wave as you approached the bear station. “What about this one?” He pointed with his pinky at the blue and green turtle like unstuffed bears. “A bear not bulbasaur.” You told him sternly as you peaked into the lined up bins.

“How about this?” You picked up a tan fluffy bear showing it to the blond taking a small sip from the lemonade in his hand. “Whatever you want my love.” He told you as the two of you moved forward greeting the other woman at the stuffing station.

You handed her the bear as she pulled the hole over the pipe that stuffed the cotton into the empty bear. “How are you two love birds doing on this wonderful afternoon?” She smiled as she pressed down on the petal. “We are doing really good, thank you for asking.”

She pulled the bear off the pipe, it now being all stuffed. She reached for one of the red hearts next to her and handed it to you. “Okay and now we’re going to do the heart ceremony.”

After both agreeing to love the bear with all your heart she asked if you wanted to give your bear a smell and if you wanted to put a voice message in it. To which responded with of course.

“Now whenever you’re ready press the button on the side and let go when you’re finished.” You turned to Clay who was wiping his sugar dusted hands on the side of his jeans. “We’re gonna be like Rachel and Phoebe and do that thing like with their voicemail.”

He shook his head washing his throat down with some lemonade before handing over to you and allowing you to have a sip to get ready.

“ready?” he nodded.

“Hi.”

“If”

“you’re”

“listening”

“to”

“this”

“you’re”

“probably”

“really”

“really”

“sad”

“just”

“know”

“that”

“i”

“love”

“you”

“so”

“so”

“much”

The woman whose name tag you had read stated Loren smiled fondly at the two of you as she put the voice message box in the bear's paw before handing it to you and allowing the two of you to go pick out clothes for your bear.

“Ooh babe look at this.” You picked up the mini green hoodie from off the shelf. “She can be a mini you.”

“you’re a dumbass, you know that?”

You chuckled scrunching your nose at him. “Yeah but i’m your dumbass.”

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[vneuns]

um, hello! im so so so sorry if this sounds mean in any way but i dont intend that at all!!!

so in your fic that just got posted the tags are like this

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x yn #ranboo x gn!reader #ranboo x reader #ranboo fanfiction #ranboo ff #sbi f f#sleepy bois inc fanfiction #sleepy bois inc x reader #sbi x gn!reader #sbi x reader #bench trio x reader #bench trio ff #bench trio fanfiction

but halfway throughthe tags just became like tgat even tho i get it! it mentions them and stuff but not reaaaally directly,but 'm not a writer so i do not understand,sorry for the inconvenience :( love your writing tho!!

hi babes! so though the fic isn’t directed at the groups mentioned directly it gets a higher reach by tagging it with something that they who the fic is about reached an audience who’d be interested

just because if i were to only do normal tags it won’t get to as many people ya know?

so by mentioning a couple groups ranboos in reaches the target audience of those who like bench trio and sbi who’d be interested in it ! <3

#cher answers #cherry’s nonnies