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study-coffee-chicago · 3 years ago

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Seasons of Med: Season 1: Glad I Didn’t Make it that Far (A Halstead brothers + Halstead sister! imagine)

Trigger warning: Talk of eating disorders

As always, I do not own any quotes from Chicago Med 1x04 that show up here!

Your age: 14

Jay's age: 28

Will's age: 30

"We should go to a movie," your best friend Emma suggested when you were sitting on the playground of Central Chicago's elementary school one summer day.

You had been coming here since it was pretty close to your house to be able to read without worrying that your dad would show up drunk. He wasn't violent, he was just rude, asking why there was no food and when you explained it was because he wasn't going shopping, he'd scoff and tell you to get a job if you wanted to eat. It wasn't your fault; you'd tried to get a job, but no one would hire you because you were only fourteen. Most places required that you be at least sixteen and the occasional place would let you start at fifteen, but only with very limited hours. And, the places that let you start at fifteen were too far away for you to walk to. You'd have to take the El...and that would turn out badly if Will and Jay found out, even though your dad wouldn't care in the slightest.

"Em, I don't have any money. I'm literally rationing out my feminine products at this point."

"Hey, just tell me if you need any. Me or my mom can get you some. Oh, and some neighbors of mine run a little kettle corn company. They're looking for some extra help on the weekends and they'll pay you under the table. I can give you their number if you want."

"Really?" Emma smiled and nodded. "Yes, please! And, you're the best."

But, what you didn't tell her was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday since there was barely anything in your house and that your cramps were killing you and because of all this, you were feeling nauseous.

"Let's go to the movies. My treat."

"I can't let you pay for me."

"Yes, you can. Best friends help each other out. Now c'mon, let's go." You sighed and closed your eyes as you stood up. "You good?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just dizzy."

"You wanna go home?"

"No, no I'm fine. Just seasonal allergies from all the pollen," you lied.

"Okay, let's go."

You started to slow down as you got closer to the movie theater. "I'm so excited to see The Longest Ride!" Emma squealed. "Scott Eastwood is just mwah!"

"Yeah, but he's- he's a lot-- I gotta, I gotta sit down," you stuttered, starting to feel more lightheaded and seeing your vision become blurry at the edges.

"Okay, let's get to the front where you can sit on the curb."

You slowly started to make your way there, but it was too late. "Em- Emma," you slurred as you tried to reach for her as your legs gave out underneath you, and then everything went black.

"Y/N!" Emma yelled as she squatted down next to you and pulled out her phone.

Just then, everyone started running out of the theater shouting something about a shooting.

***

Will's pager went off as he was eating with Natalie and the rest of the team from a taco truck outside of Chicago Med. And, everyone else's pagers were going off, too, making it sound like alarm clocks that were all set for the same time. Then, Maggie ran outside.

"Shooting in a movie theater! Mass casualties! It's about to get crazy!" she yelled to the doctors and other nurses. "EMTs are four minutes out!"

Not even a second after she finished her sentence, an ambulance pulled up with lights flashing and sirens blaring.

"Check that!" Will yelled as he threw his food in the trash can. "They're here!"

Then, all of them sprinted into the hospital, their main focus now being saving as many lives as possible.

"Another maniac gone crazy in a theater," Will said as he put something over his scrubs to keep them from getting blood all over them. "Is this the world we live in?"

***

You slowly opened your eyes to be met with the white ceiling and an IV in your arm. You groaned. "Where am I?" you asked as you rolled over to see Emma sitting on a bench. "Are we in an ambulance?"

"You don't remember?" Emma asked.

"You passed out, sweetie," a female paramedic told you as she put a blood pressure cuff around your arm. "Luckily for you, we came pretty quick after hearing about the shooting."

"The shooting? There was a shooting?"

"In the movie theater," the paramedic answered you. "You were lucky you didn't go in."

"Guess so."

Your eyes widened as you realized they were probably taking you to Chicago Med. You couldn't let your brother know that the most likely reason for you passing out was that you hadn't eaten since yesterday. They'd freak out.

"Am I good to go when we get to the hospital? I feel fine." You were still nauseous, but that was better than being passed out.

"You passed out, we need to get you checked out at the hospital."

"But I feel fine," you protested.

"I understand that, sweetie. But you need to get checked out anyway to make sure that there wasn't something that made you pass out other than the heat."

"She's right, Y/N," Emma said. "You need to get checked out."

You huffed. "Fine." Maybe Will would be too busy to even notice you were there. And, you figured your dad wouldn't pick up his phone, so you could just sneak out undetected when the doctors and nurses weren't watching.

When you got in, you were met by Natalie. "Y/N?" she asked. "What are you doing here?"

"It's nothing. I just passed out. I'm fine, really."

"Shoot," Emma said. "My mom's here to pick me up. Said she doesn't want me here because of all the press since I'm not hurt. I'm sorry."

You waved your hand. "It's fine. Hopefully, I'll be getting out here soon, too. See you later."

"Bye, Y/N."

"If you passed out, you're not fine, Y/N," Natalie said.

As you were wheeled past a trauma room, you saw your brother. Luckily for you, he was too focused on his patient that he didn't notice.

"Want me to get Will?" Natalie asked when she saw you glance in there.

"No! I mean, he looks really busy and I'm not dying. They should be the first priority."

"Okay, well I'll have Maggie call your dad because after all the standard tests, if I need to do more, I'm going to need your dad's permission since you're still a minor."

"Okay."

"Hey, Maggie," Natalie called, "Do me a favor and call Y/N's dad for me. I just might need permission to run some additional tests."

"You got it."

You got on the bed in the treatment room and allowed Natalie to listen to your heart and lungs. "Were you part of the crush?" she asked. "Did you get the wind knocked out of you? Is that why you passed out?"

"No, I got dizzy before we could get inside. I felt nauseous, too, but I think that was just from period cramps."

"The paramedics said you were dehydrated and that they had to administer an IV. Have you been eating and drinking properly? I know it's hot and that can cause you to pass out. Other than that factor, have you been eating and drinking normally?"

"Yes," you lied.

"Okay, I'm just going to need to get your height and weight and other vitals before we continue."

You nodded and followed her to where she took your height and weight. She wrote it down and you started to walk out, but she stopped you. "Uh, Y/N, come with me."

You followed her to the doctor's lounge where she handed you her sweatshirt. "Why are you giving me this?"

"You bled through your shorts. There's free pads and tampons in the bathroom if you don't have any on you."

You nodded. "Thank you."

"Meet me back here once you're finished."

"Okay."

When you got into the bathroom, you took all the pads and tampons you could fit in your shorts pockets after you had finished changing your dirty one.

Now, it was time for your great escape. No one would see you; they were all too busy treating other patients and worrying about the press.

You were almost out into the waiting room, but then a voice stopped you.

"Y/N?"

Shit. Jay.

You stopped in your tracks but then continued walking.

"Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around, hoping you wouldn't have to spill all the secrets about what's been happening at home.

***

"Poor guy," Erin said as she and Jay exited Sharon Goodwin's office. "He thought what he was going was right."

"I probably would've done the same thing if I were in his shoes," Jay agreed. "I mean, if I thought I saw a guy with an AR-15 in a movie theater and then thought the shots from the movie were coming from the gun, I sure as hell would've acted. Not that my service weapon can shoot bullets off as much as my sniper, but I'd try. Try and save civilians."

"Jay." Erin placed a hand on his arm. "You're not in Afghanistan anymore."

"I know. There's just some sick and twisted people in this world. Why would someone go into a theater with a leaf blower anyway? With all the mass shootings that have happened, that's probably the stupidest idea I've heard."

"I agree with you. But he's just a kid. He didn't ask to get shot. But, if I were in that teacher's shoes, I'd probably do the same thing and draw my gun."

Jay furrowed his eyebrows as he saw someone walking towards the exit of the ED and towards the waiting room. She had shorts and a t-shirt on with a burgundy sweatshirt tied around her waist. Jay wouldn't have given it a second thought, but he knew you had the same gray beat-up Converse because he had gotten them for you for a birthday present two years ago and you always wore the same polka dot scrunchie when you needed your hair to be in a bun and needed it to be tight.

"Is that?..." Erin trailed off.

"I think so," Jay answered, quickening his pace to catch up with you before you got out of the ED and he lost sight of you due to the number of people in the waiting room. "Y/N!" he yelled.

The girl he thought was you froze for a split second and then continued walking, this time at a faster pace. That was all the confirmation he needed. "Y/N, I know you heard me. Come back."

You sighed and turned around.

"I was going to tell you," you mumbled once you were in front of him.

He scoffed and crossed his arms across his chest. "Yeah? And when were you planning on calling Dad? You know you're a minor so a parent needs to be notified."

"Y/N!" Natalie yelled. "I thought you left, I was so close to getting security to look for you. We couldn't get a hold of your dad and were going to call Jay since he's your secondary emergency contact, but he's here now, so if both of you could follow me then that'd be great."

"You got it from here, Erin?" Jay asked.

"Yeah, text me if you need me to pick you up and bring you back to the district."

"Will do. Don't let Voight bust my balls because I skipped out."

"I'll tell him Y/N had a medical emergency. He'll understand."

"Thanks."

You, Natalie, and Jay walked back into the treatment room where Natalie had been previously treating you.

"First of all, let me just say it was not a medical emergency," you told your brother.

"Oh yeah? Then why are you here?" he asked.

"I was feeling nauseous."

"And you came to the ED just because of some nausea?" He raised an eyebrow. He so knew you were lying.

Meanwhile, Will was walking out of a trauma room after Rhodes brought a victim up to surgery.

"Hey. You hear?" Reese asked as she walked up to the doctor. "The kid at the theater, the one who got shot, he didn't have a gun, he had a leaf blower."

"What?" Will asked, stunned. He had worked on that kid and knew that it wasn't good.

"Yeah, turns out it was some kind of prank." She was about to turn around to leave, but then stopped. "Oh, and your sister's here. Treatment one."

"What? Why?"

"I think she passed out or something. Dr. Manning's in there with her right now."

"Thanks, Reese."

Will barged into your treatment room. "So, she comes into the ED and nobody has the common decency to even notify me?" he asked rhetorically.

"You were busy treating other patients, Will. I was going to get around to it eventually," Natalie said.

"Natalie, please just finish explaining what happened. Or just start from the beginning because Will's here now," Jay suggested, not wanting to have to break up an argument between the two doctors.

Now it was Will who was the one who crossed his arms over his chest.

"So, Will, what happened was that Y/N passed out. She was almost inside the movie theater, but she passed out, so she didn't go in."

"The movie theater where the shooting happened?" Jay asked. You nodded. "Jesus, kid, if you would've gotten inside, you would've given both me and Will heart attacks."

"Sorry. But, I'm glad I didn't get that far."

"Yeah, us too," Will agreed. "So, why'd she pass out?"

"Can I talk to you two for a minute? Outside?"

They nodded. "Be right back," Jay told you.

"So, what's going on?" Jay asked once the three were safely outside of the room and out of earshot from you.

"Have you noticed anything strange with her eating habits lately? Any skipping meals? Going to the bathroom right after meals? Not wanting to eat?" Natalie asked the two brothers.

"No, nothing," Jay answered. "Granted, we don't eat with her a lot because she lives with our dad and we both live on our own."

"Okay, because since her physical check-up a month and a half ago, Y/N's lost fifteen pounds."

"Fifteen?" Will asked, flabbergasted.

"I thought she looked smaller, but I just thought I was hallucinating from lack of sleep because of all the crazy cases we've had," Jay said.

"No, she's lost fifteen pounds since her last check-up," Dr. Manning reiterated.

"So, what are you saying?" Will asked. "Our sister's anorexic? Bulimic?"

"I'm not saying any of those yet. But, I talked to Dr. Charles while Y/N was in the bathroom and she said to try and have her eat something, like the greasiest thing you can find in the cafeteria, and see what she does. We'll even leave the room after to chat and I'll have Maggie keep an eye on the bathrooms to see if she goes in there. If she refuses to eat or freaks out over it, then we might be dealing with anorexia. If she goes into the bathroom after, we might be dealing with bulimia. Or, it could be a combination of the two or just possibly her trying to lose weight. Has she ever mentioned wanting to lose weight to either of you?"

"No, not all," Jay answered. "Even when we went out after her last day of school, which I think was about two weeks after she had that physical, she ate a ton and she didn't go to the bathroom right after."

"But you did go home right after," Will pointed out.

"Yeah."

"But, with some bulimics, if they know that the food has already been digested, they won't try to purge. And, it sounds like the food had time to digest."

"Alright, I'll go grab her a bacon cheeseburger."

"And a side of mac n cheese," Jay suggested. "She loves that stuff." Will started to walk out, but Jay stopped him once more. "Can you pick me up a bacon cheeseburger, too? I'm hungry."

Will rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but just so you know, you're paying me back."

"I know," Jay said and then went back inside the treatment room.

"Where's Will?" you asked.

"He's getting you some food. How does a bacon cheeseburger and mac n cheese sound?"

God, your mouth watered just at the thought of the bacon cheeseburger alone. The juicy patty, melty cheese, and crispy bacon, yum. And, you hadn't had a burger in who knows how long.

"That sounds amazing honestly," you answered.

"Okay, good because that's what Will's getting you." He paused. "Is everything okay with Dad? Everything good at home?"

"Yeah, everything's fine," you lied.

"Did someone tell you that you were fat at all?"

Shit, he knew I'd lost weight. "No," you answered. "I guess I'm not just mindlessly snacking when I'm doing homework anymore. It's not like I'm trying to lose weight."

No way were you going to tell him that there was rarely any food in the house, not here anyway.

"Okay, good," Jay answered. Then, he looked out of the room to see Will talking with Natalie. But, they were close enough that you could hear them, so you turned your attention to the two as well.

"Hey, Nat," Will said, carrying a bag with three cheeseburgers and a side of mac n cheese.

"Yeah?" she asked.

"I'm thinking, I only live a mile from you. So, when you go into labor, call me. I'll drive you here."

"Thanks, but...you know it could be three in the morning, right?"

"Sleep's overrated anyway."

Then, Will made his way back into your treatment room. "I wanna take you to the hospital," Jay mocked. "Very smooth, Will, very smooth."

"Will's got a crush, Will's got a crush," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Would you two knuckleheads keep it down? And no, I do not have a crush, I was just trying to be helpful."

Jay scoffed. "Yeah right. You totally have a crush on her, man. Now, give us the food and we won't say anything."

***

"Everything seem normal?" Natalie asked Will as Jay was still sitting with you after the three of you had finished your food.

"Yeah, she ate a little faster than normal, but we waited an hour and she didn't even get up to go to the bathroom, so I don't think that's the issue. She told Jay she wasn't trying to lose weight. She said she just wasn't mindlessly eating anymore when she was doing homework. But, I don't think that could make her lose fifteen pounds. Do you?"

"No. But unfortunately, given her height and age, she still has a normal BMI, so we can't do anything."

"Yeah, I get it. Me and Jay will keep an eye on her. It was around this time when our dad just kind of checked out on parenting us."

"What do you mean?"

"He wouldn't cook or really help us with anything. But, it was okay because our Mom was still around, so she'd cook and help us with things. He just thought we were old enough to deal with stuff on our own."

"Things that a teenager without another parent still needs help with."

"Exactly."

Jay poked his head out of the room. "Everything good? Y/N's asking when she can leave."

Will rolled his eyes. "Wonder where she gets that from."

"Shut up."

"I'll grab you the discharge papers," Natalie said and then walked to a nurse's station.

Just then, Will's pager went off. "I gotta go." He fished into the pocket of his scrubs. "You can take my car home and then just come pick me up from work and we can drive back to the district to get your truck. That way you don't have to bug Erin."

"Thanks, man. Go save some lives."

Natalie came back and handed him the discharge papers.

"Thanks, Nat. Me and Will will be sure to keep an eye on her, maybe have her over for dinner once or twice a week to monitor her eating habits."

"That's a good idea. Good luck with all this. Will told me that this was around the time that your dad clocked out on you, so maybe pay him a visit when Y/N's not there and check? I don't know if that's something you'd want to do or not."

Jay nodded. "I'll keep that in mind. Thanks."

"No problem."

Jay signed the discharge papers and then walked back into the room. "Good news."

"We can leave?" you asked excitedly as you sat up.

"We can leave," he confirmed.

***

You got out of the car and stood on the stoop of your house, Jay right next to you. "Jay," you started, "I have to tell you something."

"Okay, what is it? You can tell me anything."

You opened your mouth to tell him that there was barely any food in the house and that your dad refused to buy you feminine hygiene products because, by his logic, if he had another son, he wouldn't need to buy them, so you should buy them yourself.

But then, the door opened, revealing your dad.

"I was just going to say thanks for staying with me at the hospital. I would've left if you didn't stop me."

"You're welcome."

"Care to tell me where you've been?" your dad asked.

You knew he was just putting on a show because Jay was there.

"I was at the park and then me and Emma were going to see a movie and then--" your phone buzzed, alerting you that you had a text message.

"I've got it from here, Y/N. Dad, can I come inside?"

Pat Halstead nodded and you walked inside followed by your brother. "I'm gonna go upstairs and change," you said.

As you walked past the kitchen, you noticed a bunch of grocery bags, all of them full. He must've gone grocery shopping. At least you didn't have to worry about food for the next few days. But, you didn't know if he just did that because he finally listened to his voice mails and heard that you were in the hospital and were worried that they were going to find out that he was an unfit parent or because he finally came to his senses and realized that he was still responsible for you because you were a minor, which meant he needed to have food in the house.

As you walked upstairs, you checked your phone. It was Emma's neighbor asking if you could start helping her with kettle corn this Saturday. You responded with a yes because now, if your dad went back to not buying groceries, at least you'd be able to buy some for yourself.

A/N: Sorry this one was so short! It's kind of just to foreshadow the next installment of this. And, in the next installment, I will probably combine Seasons of PD: Season 4 and Seasons of Med: Season 2 because the storylines kind of go together. Anyway, thank you for reading! Please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think! As always, if you want to be added to the taglist, just tell me and I’ll be happy to add you!

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petersnya · 4 years ago

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SOMETIMES PT.3

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

Warnings: Angst (alotttt. I’m sorry lol)

Word count:1873

[A/N] So that there’s no smut in this part but it is SO worth it (trust me I hate when there’s no smut but this part is so SO GOOD)this part kinda like, BROKE my heart… ok it DID break my heart… SEND ME YOUR FEEDBACK AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAG LIST FOR EACH CHAPTER! ENJOY… (send a request for anything you want me to write or if you have any ideas)

-J.T.S xxx

PART ONE PART TWO

Ever since the incident at the drive-in theater, Y/N has been avoiding Peter. Whenever MJ, Peter, and Ned would walk out of school together, Y/N wouldn’t be leaning out of the window of the car smiling and waving at them. She would have the window rolled up and looked either straight out the ahead or down at her phone.

Peter told Ned about the whole situation but didn’t tell MJ. He knew she would kill him because Y/N is her cousin and their like sister towards each other.

“Peter I don’t know what your gonna do, but you gotta do it fast cause sooner or later MJs’ gonna find out and your not only gonna lose the girl you have a major crush on but also your best friend,” Ned pointed out to Peter. Peter didn’t want to admit it but he was right. He had to come out with the truth to Y/N one way or another. He had to tell her that he does like her and that he lied about the stark internship.

He had to tell her that he was Spider-Man.

“Yeah Ned, I guess you right.”

“I am right Pete. Now go get your Princess Leia,” Ned teased as the bell rang, signaling that it was time for them to leave. The two boys made their way out of the building, talking about their project they still had yet to finish. They didn’t see MJ around like how she usually is until they heard familiar voices coming from behind them.

“Here’s your schedule and your and the supply list. You can also sign up for clubs if you would like,” an administrator said.

“I’ll think about it. That you so much.” there it was. That voice. It was Y/N talking to the administrator. But I thought she was homeschooled? Peter thought to himself, trying to wrap his mind around what was going on. It’s not like it was a bad thing that Y/N was coming to Midtown, but MJ told him that she really wasn’t the type to go to school. She hated big crowds of people and was never really good at making friends.

“Ok well, I can’t wait to have you as a new student at Midtown!”

Peter and Ned looked at each other with wide eyes then turned fully around to see who was behind them, even though they already knew by the voices. “Peter…”

“Ned,” he said to the tan boy next to him. They were both in shock by what they just heard.

“Y/N’s going to Midtown?” they said in sync.

“Yes, she is,” MJ added as she and her cousin walked over to stunned boys. Ned sent them both a smile and Y/N sent him one back with a small ‘hi’. Peter couldn’t help but notice that something was different about her.

She’s not wearing her glasses.

The four of them walked out of the building together, telling Y/N about all the teachers and classes at the high school. She also explained that she was tired of being homeschooled and wanted to have something to do outside of her one personal bubble. This new information didn’t make much sense to Peter. She seemed so happy when she was at home from what he could see.

Ned said goodbye to the two girls before heading over to the bus, beckoning Peter over.

“Later MJ, b-bye Y/N.”

“See ya, Parker,” MJ responded before getting into the passenger side of the car, kicking her feet up on the dashboard.

“Hey! Feet off the dashboard dude,” Y/N yelled at her cousin. MJ mocked her expression before chuckling lightly- keeping her feet on the dashboard. “Goodbye, Peter,” she said coldly, turning back to Peter before getting into the driver’s side, pulling away from the curb before speeding off down the road.

“I miss you.”

The brown-eyed boy whispered to no one, but it was meant for Y/N. He truly did miss her. Even if they had met only one week ago, that same surge of energy raced through him. Peter knew this wasn’t an ordinary crush- he didn’t know what it was. But he knew he couldn’t afford to lose it. He felt like he was falling apart without her. He didn’t intend to be that rude to her that night at the drive-in, it just happening and he regretted it the second he did it once he saw that heartbroken-hearted look on her face. But instead of apologizing to her, he just sat there.

“Sup penis Parker!” a kid named flash yelled and he sped by him, causing Peter’s brown curly hair to fall into his face. Great.

“Hey kid, I ain’t got all day. Ya getting on or not?” the bus driver said to Peter. He slumped his shoulders and lugged himself into the bus, taking his seat next to his best friend. “It’s gonna be ok man,” Ned told Peter, trying to comfort him.

I hope so.

///

Peter was late-night patrolling as he usually did and spotted MJ’s place. Not being able to restrain himself he swung over to the building next to it. He noticed that that same room light was on that was on the first time he stopped by MJ’s on a night patrol as Spider-Man.

Looking through the window to the lit room, he saw Y/N. she was sitting on her bed, her legs crisscrossed as she wrote something down in a thick, brown, leather-backed journal.

He smiled at the sight before him. Y/N was wearing the glasses. She pushed them up on her face with her knuckle and continued them to write. Someone must have called her name because she got up from her position on the bed and left her room.

Curiosity took over Peter as he swung over the ledge of the fire escape that was right at Y/N’s window. He peered into it and used his mask to focus closely on the open journal sitting on the bed. It was a letter:

Dear dad,

I can’t do this anymore. I miss you so much. You were what made me smile every day, and you still do. But I thought I had found someone who could make me smile even more. He’s beautiful dad. He has amazingly curly brown hair and the brightest brown eyes I had ever seen. His smile made me smile just like how your smile made me smile. He was the one that convinced me to wear my glasses… your glasses. Not MJ. not mom. He did. I thought he liked me as much as I liked him, but I was wrong. And now I can’t stop thinking about what you told me: some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes. I think he was the one dad, the wrong one. The one I wasn’t supposed to be with. But why does it hurt so much? I’ve been preparing for this to happen to me ever since you told about false love. But now that it actually happened, I cant take it. I cant let him go. But I-

The letter stopped. And anyone could tell that Y/N had been crying as she wrote it- there were tear strains covering the page.

Peter felt lightheaded. Tears flooded his chocolate eyes and he unfocused his mask from the page. He slumped down, his back not facing the window. He was hurt. It felt like everything in the world had stopped, as time had frozen. He couldn’t bear to know the fact that he hurt Y/N so much to the point she thinks it’s her fault.

He yanked the mask off of his face, his cheeks burning a shade of crimson just like his eyes. Peter ran a shaky hand through his hair, gripping it as he grounded out in frustration.

Letting go he slammed his fist against the brick behind him, yelling out in pain. But not physical pain. He felt like someone just ripped out his heart and stomped on it.

“Hello?” Peter jumped at the voice coming from inside of Y/N’s room. Nows your change Peter. Just go tell her the truth. That’s what one side of Peter said, the other side was the opposite. You cant tell her now, she’ll just hate you more. You have to wait for the right moment.

But when was the right moment?

“MJ, did you hear that or am I fucking crazy?” Y/N asked as she exited the room. Peter took this chance to get away without being seen. He made his way but to his shared apartment with Aunt May. Entering his room and sitting on his bed, tears ran down his face as he silently sobbed.

///

“Students, I need your attention,” everyone quieted down their own conversations to hear what was about to be said. “I would like to introduce you to our new student, Y/N,” Peter’s head snapped but to look to the front of the class. His eyes landed on Y/N. he couldn’t help but admire her outfit. She was wearing high-waisted but loose, flared jeans with a grey Slytherin sweatshirt and black converse- ones like MJs. her fingers were covered in rings and she has a small necklace. There was a bag draped over her shoulder and her hair was pulled up into a messy ponytail. She was holding her glasses in her hand, not daring to put them on.

Not in front of all these people. More importantly, in front of Peter.

Her head hung and she stared at her feet, twisting the ring on her thumb. The teacher told that she could take a seat at an empty chair, and just to her luck, Ned wasn’t at school that day. So she was forced to sit next to Peter. She didn’t want to argue so she took her seat and sat there quietly not daring to even glance at the boy next to her.

Half an hour went by and Peter noticed Y/N fidgeting next to him. Her hands were shaking, her ears were turning bright red and she shook the table from how much she was bouncing it. She was taking notes but the handwriting was illegible she was consistently squinting at the board, trying to read what was being written.

“Hey Y/N, are you ok?”

“Fine,” she let out shakily, avoiding eye contact with Peter. He grabbed her hand, causing her to look him in the eye. Y/N’s eyes were red, tears swelling in the corners.

“We’re going to the bathroom. Now.”

“No Peter I’m f-fine.”

Peter grabbed Y/N’s arm, pulling out of the chair and into his arms, picking up their belonging with his free arm. They snuck out the back door to the classroom he and Ned used to sneak out of.

Walking through the halls, Y/N’s breath became shallow. “Peter, peter I wanna go home. Please take me home. There are too many people in there. They were all looking at me a-and I didn’t want them to look at me. MJ. Peter where is MJ. I need-”

“Ssshhh, relax Y/N. I’m gonna take you home,” Peter said, rubbing her back. She nodded her head at him as they walked through the back doors of the school.

SORRY THAT THIS PART WAS SHORT BUT THE NEXT ONE WILL BE LONG AND I HAVE SOME REALLY GOOD SURPRISE COMING IN THE NEXT PARTS. I LOVE YOU GUYSSSSS

-J.T.S xxx

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asthmark · 4 years ago

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❝ only us ❞, n.jm

summary → it was obvious to anyone that you guys had practiced this various times. or maybe it was just natural chemistry? jaemin isn’t sure what’s worse.

request → “could you write about bestfriend jaemin getting jealous when he sees you kiss jeno for a play at school that you're in” (anon)

word count → 3k

a/n → this request made me so incredibly happy because all the knowledge i acquired my musical phase finally came in handy!! also i haven’t listened to dear evan hansen since i downloaded the illegal bootleg on my laptop like last year so i don’t remember much abt it :( i just kind of described it really vaguely lol anyway hope u enjoy ;)

jaemin dropped his backpack carelessly onto the floor of the crowded cafeteria. he set his plate down on the lunch table, not even glancing at you as he eagerly dug into his food.

“sorry i’m late,” he says to you, eyes concentrated on the orange citrus in his hand. his fingers skillfully begin peeling off the skin. “i had to stay a couple minutes after history class as punishment for eating during the lesson.”

you roll your eyes, an amused smile on your face. “disappointed but not surprised.”

at hearing this comment, he glares at you. “hey, i didn’t have breakfast today and my stomach was growling like, really loud! seriously, it sounded like a whale mating call or something.”

“and who’s fault is that?” you ask, tucking your hands beneath your chin.

he frowns as he pops an orange wedge in his mouth. “mine, i guess. but it’s only because coach told me i should eat less if i wanna play better. something about less body mass making it easier to move around the court.”

“well, i’m pretty sure he didn’t mean skipping out on entire meals, doofus,” you retort. “breakfast is the most important meal of the day, isn’t that what everyone says?”

“true.” suddenly, his eyes light up. “so, you’re gonna start bringing me breakfast in the morings?”

you raise an eyebrow. “i’m sorry, when did we decide on that?”

he flashes you one of his infamous na jaemin smiles. “just now.”

“yeah well, tell your coach you’ll be losing that weight because there’s no way i’m going to wake up at the crack of dawn just to get you a mcmuffin.”

“but it would make my mornings so much better,” he whines. “having basketball practice so early sucks but with my cute little cheerleader there it would be totally worth it... the mcdonald’s is a bonus.”

you can’t help but laugh. “sorry nana, but i prefer sleeping in over watching a bunch of sweaty guys toss a ball around at 6 a.m.”

“fine... buy me a coffee after school and i’ll let you slide.”

“maybe tomorrow, i’ve got theatre today.”

“well, after that then,” he suggests.

you shake your head. “but then you’d have to wait and we’re doing a full rehearsal today.”

he shrugs. “i can wait, i don’t have practice.”

“yeah but i know how you are, na jaemin. you have the attention span of a goldfish.”

“not when it comes to you. you always have my attention.”

you’re about to laugh at what you assumed had been a purposefully cliché one-liner on his behalf but there’s no sign that he was joking. his devilish smirk and teasing eyes that usually appeared when he flirted with the girls on campus were nowhere to be found. instead you’re met with a straight face and his glimmering eyes that seem almost expectant, concentrated on you only. it takes you by surprise. was he being serious or something? the thought alone has your heart beat steadily increasing.

“okay fine, fine. anything for you to stop staring at me like that.”

he tilts his head to the side, resembling a lost puppy. “staring at you like what?”

“like—“ you pause, debating on whether or not you should say it. “like you’re in love with me or something.”

he only chuckles. “you have no idea.”

you almost choke on your sandwich. before you have a chance to ask him what in the world he meant by that, one of his teammates from the basketball team appears behind him, stealing his attention away.

“hey jaem,” donghyuck greets as he ruffles the younger boy’s hair. “coach just called a team meeting.”

“right now?” jaemin asks, displeased.

the brunette nods, folding his arms over his chest.

jaemin suppresses a groan as he stands and grabs his belongings. “sorry y/n. i’ll see you later for your rehearsals, okay?”

you nod. “see you later, nana.”

“bye jaemin’s girlfriend!” donghyuck exclaims receiving a punch in the arm from your ‘boyfriend’ although he doesn’t deny.

“i’m excited,” comments jaemin later that day. he has a bright grin on his face as you make your way through the hallway to the multipurpose room where you usually went for theatre club .

“oh really? i didn’t know you liked musicals.”

“well not really. but i like you.”

for the second time in one day, jaemin catches you off guard. you kick yourself for letting his shamelessness get to you. after all, wasn’t he like that with every girl? he had always been a charmer, you knew that before you had even met him.

na jaemin—point guard and certified flirt.

the only reason you had grown closer was due to him being in critical need of academic help and your teacher seeing you as a fit tutor. at first everyone found it amusing; the classic popular guy and quiet girl cliche. nobody had expected that you two would become practically glued by the hip. especially not you. maybe that was why you were so opposed to jaemin flirting with you. you were best friends but you knew how he was: not interested but never one to turn down any kind of attention. there was just no way that among so many girls you would be an exception.

“well, i hope you can like me for two hours because that’s probably how long this is gonna take,” you say, trying to move the conversation forward.

“i already told you, i have nowhere to be!” he exclaims. “besides, when would i ever turn down an opportunity to stare at you for a couple hours?”

you can’t help but roll you eyes, playfully. “please refrain from using any of your cheesy pick up lines on me while we’re there.”

“why?” he whines. “are you embarrassed of me?” when you turn to look at him he’s making those ridiculous puppy eyes that he knows you find hilarious.

you snort at seeing the familiar face. “when you do that, definitely.”

“alright fine. i’ll try to be on my best behavior in front of your little theatre friends.”

“thank you.” despite not believing a word he says, you still push open the door leading to the multipurpose room.

before you even get one foot in the door, your cast mate is already in your face.

“y/n, finally!” he says, looking beyond relieved at your presence. “i thought you’d never come! c’mon, you gotta change into your costume so we can start.”

“it’s not even opening night, jeno, calm down!” you say, laughing. “and i’m only a couple minutes late, it’s fine.”

he frowns. “you know how anxious i get. everything needs to be perfect.”

“yeah i know, sorry renjun.”

jeno makes a face, showcasing his disgust with your comment that compared him to your strict director. “shut up, you’re gonna summon him.”

“summon who?”

speak of the devil.

you shake your head at renjun who has appeared besides jeno. “not important.”

he smiles sarcastically, brushing his blonde bangs out of his face. “oh good. so can we move on to the actually important things now? like how you’re 6 minutes late?”

you sigh. “i had to wait outside jaemin’s class that’s on the other side of campus, sorry.”

but renjun doesn’t seem to care about your apology. instead, his attention has shifted to jaemin who stands behind you, hands stuffed into his pockets and eyes curiously observing the interactions between you and your friends.

“hello there.” your director moves past you, extending his hand towards your best friend which he takes awkwardly. “pleasure to meet you. you’re on the basketball team, right? i heard you scored the winning touchdown at the last game. congrats!”

“um, it’s just called a point in basketball but... thank you.”

renjun ignores jaemin’s correction. “is it your first time visiting the theater club?”

the brunette nods.

“oh, that’s wonderful! do you plan on coming to see our play on the 15th of this month?”

jaemin scratches the back of his head. “um... to be honest, i didn’t even know you guys had one coming up.”

renjun laughs, harder than usual. “that’s quite alright. it’s called ‘dear evan hansen’. it’s about the trials of high school life for a depressed teen who’s caught in a huge lie.” his hands fly around wildly, using them for emphasis as he dramatically explains the plot to jaemin. “you should come support us!”

“well, i would love t—“

“great! entry is $10.00, cash only. and definitely invite the rest of the basketball team!” with that, renjun rushes off, shouting something about how that was ‘exactly how to sell tickets for the play’ to the rest of the staff.

jaemin gives you a confused stare. “what just happened?”

you chuckle and give him a pat on the back. “you just experienced firsthand what we call here at the theater club the huang renjun effect. never fails to suck somebody into buying tickets for our shows.”

“well, now i kinda wanna buy one.” he turns to you, his eyes widening so big it’s comical. “wow, he’s good.”

“he’s more of a salesman than a director, that’s what you always say, right?” you turn to jeno who nods at the statement. “oh, this is jeno, by the way. he’s one of the few people around here who is not crazy.”

jeno waves at jaemin who smiles weakly at him, too busy observing his physique to say anything. his costume consisted of a blue polo shirt that made his biceps and veiny arms much more prominent. the shirt was pretty tight as well, making his toned chest and torso visible to just about anyone. the khakis he wore were fitted and his thick thighs were impossible to ignore. jaemin can’t help but wonder what a guy with his body was doing in a theatre club when he could be such a useful player on the court.

he looks up at his face, his cheeks curved into a smile that reached his squinted eyes. he would admit, he was a good looking dude. he then glances at you and realizes—you spent almost everyday with jeno. he feels guilty for it but he can’t stop himself from feeling slightly threatened by your cast mate.

jeno clears his throat, trying to ignore the awkward silence that has settled upon the three of you. “um, it was nice meeting you.” he shifts his attention to you. “i’m gonna finish getting ready.”

once he has left, you let out a giggle that you had been holding in during the entire exchange. “what’s the matter? you got all choked up just now. look, i know jeno’s hot but you gotta keep your cool just like the rest of us, okay?”

he frowns as he folds his arms over his chest, your last comment only fueling his feelings. “quit teasing me.”

“aw c’mon, you know i gotta give you a hard time,” you say, knocking his shoulder with yours. “it’s my duty as your best friend.”

before he can even respond, renjun’s voice is heard, being amplified by the megaphone in his hand. “rehearsals will start in 15 minutes instead of 5 because y/n wants to chit-chat with her friend instead of going to hair and makeup!”

you scowl at having been called out. “alright, i’ve gotta go get ready. please enjoy the show, though, okay?”

jaemin nods, smiling at seeing the genuine glint in your eyes. “of course.”

you were reaching the half point of the musical and jaemin had already cried twice.

with the looks he was receiving from the stage crew and even some of the cast members up on stage, he could tell they hadn’t expected him to be as emotional as he was but he couldn’t help it. the play was incredibly sad and he found himself not even knowing who to pity.

there was jeno’s character, evan hansen, who was stuck in a hole he had dug himself into but there was still a bit of him that was innocent and so helpless.

then there was connor murphy played by a kid named park jisung, who had only been around for a couple of scenes since his character was so tormented he had taken his life at the beginning of the play.

there were many other supporting roles, such as family members or friends and they all seemed to have their own issues but the character that truly got to him was yours.

you were playing zoe murphy, connor’s sister who was grappling with the death of her brother the entire musical, not sure whether to mourn him or remember him for the abusive person he was. in fact, your performance had tugged at jaemin’s heart strings so intensely that your solo song was the reason he had cried the first time around.

your acting skills had impressed him and your vocals left him stunned. all the times you and him had carpooled and sung the songs on the radio at the top of your lungs, he had never noticed your heavenly pipes. now that he had, he could feel himself becoming even more into you, if that was possible.

he sat on the edge of his seat, eyes focused intently on you and jeno as the 10th song began. as soon as the sound of the soft piano begins, jaemin prepares himself to shed tears once more but to his surprise, it seemed to be taking a more romantic turn.

he could only watch as you and jeno sang about being together and not letting go of each other... basically saying everything he wanted to tell you. he knew it was all a part of the act but seeing a guy as perfect as jeno pour his feelings out to you as you watched him with heart eyes and sang about how mutual it was proved to be incredibly tough. it made him feel like all his shameless flirts and stares that were too long to be just friendly were useless. why couldn’t making you his be as easy as jeno was making it seem?

before he can beat himself up for it anymore you and jeno lock lips. it isn’t just a quick peck, either. your hand tangles itself into his gelled back hair and his hand ends up on your waist as your lips move against each other, rhythmically. it was obvious to anyone that you guys had practiced this various times. or maybe it was just natural chemistry? jaemin isn’t sure what’s worse. all he knows is that he can’t take another second of watching you two engage in your passionate kiss when all he wishes is that he were in jeno’s shoes.

so, without a second thought he gets up and rushes out the door. he doesn’t look back at you because he doesn’t want to see the confusion and disappointment that will surely be on your face. he doesn’t want to deal with the consequences of his childish actions. he doesn’t stop running until he reaches the gym and takes a seat in the bleachers. he doubles over, head in his hands as he pants heavily in an attempt to catch his breath.

shortly after, much to his surprise, the door swings open and there you stand.

“what are you doing here?” he asks, sitting up straight.

“me? what about you, jaemin?” you approach him, slowly. “you just ran out of the room, for god’s sake. everyone’s worried, i’m worried.”

he feels another wave of guilt wash over him for interrupting your rehearsal and going against the one thing he said he was going to do: behave. “please go back. i’m fine, y/n. just needed a breather.”

“oh no,” you say walking up the stairs to the top row of bleachers where your best friend sits. “don’t ‘i’m fine, y/n’ me. you are most definitely not fine.” once you reach him you take a seat to his left, making sure to leave a generous space between you and him. “what happened back there? i swear, if renjun said anything to you i’ll personally make sure he never looks in your direction again.”

“no, it’s not that.” he pauses. “you and jeno were just—“ he trails off, his throat going dry.

you carefully place a hand on his arm, letting him know you would wait for anything he had to say.

“you were just really convincing.”

“well, isnt that a good thing?”

“it was... too much for me to see,” he confesses.

“so, what you’re saying is it’s too unrealistic? do we need to tone it down a bit?”

he nearly groans in frustration. “it’s not that! i wanted to be him, y/n! i want to feel your lips and hear about how much you want me!”

you retract your hand from his arm. “are you serious right now?”

he shoots you a harsh look and you notice how his eyes are glossed over, confirming just how serious he was. he gets up to leave, accepting his rejection before you grab his arm again and yank him down. he lands back on the bench and stares at you, visibly puzzled.

“if you would have waited a second longer you would know how badly i want those things too, you goldfish.”

the tears in his eyes fall but he still shoots you a toothy grin, showing he was anything but unhappy. you bring your hand up to his face, your thumb softly rubbing away the wet stains on his cheek. he unconsciously leans into your touch, never once breaking eye contact. once he’s had enough of delicate touches, he pulls you into his chest and you breathe in his scent—peppermint and coffee.

“i’m sorry.”

“for what?”

“for basically trading spit with jeno right in front of you.”

“it’s alright, baby... let me be the only person you practice that kiss scene with and i’ll let you slide.”

“deal.”

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theclockworkmonk · 3 years ago

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Title: Intermission

Summary: During the intermission of "The Boy in the Iceberg," Zuko and Toph are fed up with Aang and Katara's drama.

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender

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For Throwback Thursday, thought I'd post the first fanfic I ever wrote, back in August of 2013 (so excuse how...not good it is). The way Katara goes from rejecting Aang to kissing him with zero conversations in between always bothered me, so I wrote this scene that could have been a deleted scene in the episode, and to this day the type of fanfic I'm most drawn to is "missing" scenes that would have improved an aspect of the story. So awkward writing is what sucked me down this rabbit hole.

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"Ow! What was that for?" Zuko rubbed his arm, suspecting a bruise would probably form.

Toph just smiled innocently. "That's how I show affection," she said as if she had just baked him a cake instead of physically assaulted him.

Zuko was glad Toph hadn't been with Aang, Katara, and Sokka back when he was chasing them on their way to the North Pole. They had given him enough bruises, lacerations, and concussions on their own. If Toph had been there, he'd probably still be eating through a straw.

"So, anyway, do you know where Aang is? I'm starting to worry. I told Sokka that this play wasn't worth the risk."

Toph just frowned, "Why are you asking me? In case you haven't noticed, this whole place is made out of the evil substance known as wood."

"I thought maybe you would know because he told you. Ya know, that's how the rest of us keep track of where people are."

"That sounds like a hassle," Toph said casually with a finger digging in her ear, "Anyway, Twinkle Toes is probably in the same place as Sugar Queen."

Zuko groaned for what seemed like the 12th time tonight. "Good. Maybe with them alone together they'll finally clear the air and allow the rest of us to move on with our lives."

"Hey, at least you just got here. Meathead and I have had to endure this drama for months."

"I honestly don't understand what their thinking is," Zuko sighed with his head in his hands, "At least you have the excuse that Sokka has a girlfriend."

Zuko saw Toph scowl a scowl that would even put Azula to shame. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about, and unless you want a more symmetrical face, you don't either."

Zuko rolled his eyes, "Whatever. I was surprised to find out they weren't official yet by the time I got here. Especially after Katara straight up threatened to kill me if I looked at him wrong."

"Wait, what now? You serious?"

"Yeah, it was the first night I spent at the Air Temple."

"Nah, she was bluffing."

"Toph, I grew up with Azula. I got pretty good at spotting lies. Katara meant every word she said. And it got even worse when I would try to train Aang. He would always make up some excuse about how he needed to practice more waterbending, even though he's been working on that almost a year."

Toph grunted in agreement, "You don't need to tell me. Just as I was about to break through his earthbending block, Her Sweetness comes in all 'Oh, don't worry, it's okay, we can practice waterbending. Come on, let's go splash around in our underwear.'"

"Yeah, I've been thinking that if they just got it out in the open then he could concentrate again. That's why I've been getting closer to Katara. I thought maybe if I piss him off enough he would man up and push me out of the way."

Toph smirked in her very self-satisfied way, "I knew it! Though, you might want to tell Snoozles about that plan. He's been worried that you really were interested in her. I guess that explains the seating arrangements this evening?"

Zuko rubbed the back of his head and smiled guiltily. "Yeah, I made double sure to sit next to Katara, and for a second he actually seemed like he was going to grow a backbone. I was thinking 'Come on, this is driving you crazy, isn't it? Call me out, why don't you want me sitting here?' but he hog-chickened out again. And I've been doing this for a while. After I saved Katara from being crushed at the temple, I made sure to stay on top of her just a little longer than necessary, but that just made her mad at me rather than him."

"And your little field trip?"

"Well, no, that really was just me trying to help her. But me decidedly not inviting anyone else, not even Sokka, to come help find Yon Rha had something to do with my meddling."

"And plus, it certainly seems like the play is helping you," Toph laughed.

Now it was Zuko's turn to scowl. "I actually think I got more than I bargained for with that. I'm just certain that if he finally told her he liked her, they could move forward and not be stuck in this limbo."

Toph looked confused, "Oh, she knows that he likes her. Did no one tell you that? He kissed her on the day of the invasion. Twinkle Toes waited until everyone else was gone, but he apparently forgot that they were standing on a giant metal submarine. He's kind of stupid like that."

Zuko just sat back, re-thinking his efforts, that he apparently had been wasting, "Well….huh. I guess I was wrong. Maybe she doesn't like him that way."

Toph sniggered in the way she always did when people failed to hide things from her, "Oh, she likes him, Sparky. You don't enjoy a kiss that much unless you do."

"You can tell?" Zuko asked in an alarmed voice. Toph's semi-mind-reading abilities still creeped him out.

"Oh yeah, her heartbeat went through the roof and she apparently forgot how to breathe until Meathead reminded her that we had a nation to invade."

Now Zuko was downright angry now. "Well then why the hell are they still dragging this out!?" He asked, probably too loudly.

Toph smirked and raised one eyebrow. "I think the better question is why you care so much. I mean, I find the drama annoying, sure, but you're really going above and beyond." She nudged him in the side and winked, "could it be that our own resident Angsty McEmopants is secretly a hopeless romantic?"

Zuko elbowed her back, "I'll have you know that I care as his firebending teacher. Firebending is fueled by raw emotion and passion," he nervously tried to figure out a euphemism, "and I just, um, thought that if he had a particular something that invokes certain….urges, then it would give him a little boost."

Toph grinned again. "So you're hoping that Sugar Queen makes him hot in more ways than one?"

Zuko groaned. "Well, if you must put it that way, yeah. You've been hanging out with Sokka too much." He stood up, "I'm going to go find them to see if they do something stupid."

And, sure enough…

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Katara was a split second away from kissing Aang back when her eyes shot open

NO!

She pushed him away, trying to muster up some anger. "I just said I was confused!"

Aang simply looked down. He had the same look on his face as when she pulled him out of the Avatar state at the Southern Air Temple, and he had no choice but to accept that he was the last airbender.

"I'm going back inside." She had intended to calmly walk back into the theater, but she had to run to keep Aang from seeing her eyes watering. She burst through the doors and stopped a few steps in to try to get ahold of herself. That was when she heard the voice behind her.

"Katara, who exactly do you think you're fooling?"

She whirled around and saw Zuko standing behind the door, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Had he been listening?

"Yes, Katara, I was listening. So I'll ask you again, who do you think you're fooling?"

She turned around with a scowl on her face, determined not to get roped into this conversation. If she couldn't talk about Aang with Aang, how could she with Zuko? "Mind your own business, Zuko."

"Katara, you're a very gentle soul. You're peaceful, compassionate, understanding, slow to violence. To the point of stubbornness, in fact, which is one reason you two deserve each other. Hell, you didn't even kill the man who murdered your mother in cold blood. And yet even now, I don't doubt that you would have one second's hesitation to end me if you thought I might hurt Aang."

"Don't paint me in that light Zuko," She couldn't help but smirk, "I would totally give you one second's hesitation. Probably."

"So why are you putting up this 'confused' act?"

She put her hands on her hips and scowled, "You don't know how I feel, Zuko! Of course I'm overprotective of Aang, he's my best friend, not to mention that whole only-hope-for-the-world thing."

Zuko raised a skeptical eyebrow, "Your friend, huh? That's funny, because it's not Toph you were homicidally protective of, nor your own brother, who would be a lot easier for me to hurt, need I remind you. And don't think that I didn't notice you getting angry when those actors had you saying that you think of Aang as a brother. That wasn't a look of concern about Aang getting his feelings hurt, that was you pissed because they got something wrong about you."

"Well aren't you just the mind-reader?" she asked with enough sarcasm to upstage her brother.

"No, I'm not. I don't have to be. Newsflash Katara, the entire group knows. Sokka, Suki, Toph, even Duke, Haru, and Teo knew about it. Hell, all it takes is watching a single one of your 'waterbending sessions.'" He said the last two words with air-quotes.

Katara looked away nervously and blushed, "What do you mean by that?"

"Well, to be fair, I'm not a waterbender, but none of my training sessions involved my teachers pressing up against me from behind to correct my stance."

"So, I was making doubly sure he had the proper form, what's your point?"

"My point Katara, that I had the waterbending scroll in my hand as you were doing it, and he was already doing it right. There was no 'correcting' to be done."

"Alright, FINE!" She almost shouted, "Maybe I have some feelings for Aang, but…he can't afford any distractions or confusions right now."

"Katara, don't think that I'm stupid enough to believe that you're stupid enough to believe that. In what way would knowing that the person he loves loves him back and is there for him be a distraction? What is a distraction, however, is this game you're playing. Why do you think I'm here? I don't care about your love life, but this uncertainty is keeping me from doing my job as his teacher. Even after we trained with the dragons, Aang has been too timid, too hesitant. Firebending requires lowered inhibitions and absolute confidence in oneself. Now I know why he's been like that. Because the one time he was completely open and bold in his emotions about the thing most important to him, you left it hanging there untouched for weeks. And now that you've full-on thrown it back in his face, he might get even worse."

Katara couldn't keep her eyes from watering anymore, "Well then he should get over it! Get over me! What's the point, Zuko? It's not like my love for him will protect him! What, is your dad going to be so moved by our love for each other that he decides not to try to kill him?" She slumped against the wall and sat down, hugging her knees as tears streamed down her face, "He died in my arms once already in Ba Sing Se. I can't lose him all over again."

Zuko came over, sat down and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Before I left to join you, I had a girlfriend back home. Her name's Mai. You've already….become acquainted with her."

"I'm better acquainted with her knives, but whatever."

"When I left, I left a note for her saying that we weren't together anymore. I thought ending our relationship would make her lose her feelings for me, so that if anything happened to me, she wouldn't be hurt. Sokka and I are still alive because I was wrong. Even though we weren't technically together anymore, she still loved me enough to go against Azula and save my life, and I still love her enough for that knowledge that she's rotting in prison eat me alive every single day. Hiding behind words and technicalities about where you stand can't change how you feel. It just adds the weight of things not said if something does go wrong."

He stood up. "I'm going back to the seats. Think about it."

Toph was the only one already back when he got back to the balcony. "Have you seen Suki and Meathead yet?" he asked.

Toph answered with a punch to his gut, "Only I get to call him Meathead. But no. Honestly, Sokka has probably gotten them both thrown out of the theatre for harassing actor-Sokka. Twinkle Toes or Sugar Queen do something stupid?"

"Both did, actually. I think I might have managed to get to through to Katara."

People started shuffling in to retake their seats. "I will say this though, this intermission has definitely been the most dramatic part of the play so far."

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ur-jinji · 4 years ago

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clair de lune

zuko x f!reader modern au

request: #83 with zuko? you must be tired of seeing people request him but i’m craving zuko content lol

a/n: i accidentally deleted the draft for this request ahhh so i hope the anon sees this!! also, i got this idea from a story off of tiktok of someone’s “most wattpad moment” so it worked out perfectly with the number of the request lmao (the account on tiktok is @ bettycrockerofficial if you wanna check it out!! it made me cry lmao)

summary: after telling zuko your favorite song on piano, he learns it and plays it for you

The high school musical was a place Zuko never thought he’d be caught dead in. Playing the piano for a bunch of “nerds” (as he used to call them) sounded crazy. But after being roped in to play for them during practices and their final shows for extra credit, Zuko was welcomed with open arms into a new world he never imagined to be fun. The kids he used to make fun of were actually cool. They were friendly and warm to him. He actually thought they were fun to be with.

The one person who stuck out to him was a girl. She was casted as a side character, and she had a beautiful voice. Zuko always looked forward to playing for her. She was kind and easy to talk to (and very easy on the eyes). He didn’t even care much for the piano, as his family forced him to take lessons since he was a child. He became rather good at it, but he didn’t like playing. It felt forced. But he would happily play for the extra credit, and for this girl.

He was surprised one day when she had asked him to help her practice during a study hall they shared. They had snuck up to the auditorium where the piano was placed. They sat on the bench together, and Zuko played her voice part on the chords, and she sang with the piano. After practicing for a while, she had asked to take a break. He could recall her telling him how talented he was, and how she had always loved the piano. She said her favorite song was “Clair de lune.” She said it reminded her of childhood, and that her late grandmother would play it for her beautifully. Then, they were caught by a teacher passing by who had heard the chatter, and were sent back to their study hall.

That moment stuck with Zuko. He found himself daydreaming about it the rest of the school day. Just sitting next to this girl on the piano bench. He’d picture how her fingers played the keys he had just played, and how her pinky would graze his index finger so gently by mistake. He could hear her voice play in his head on an endless loop. And that story of her grandmother playing that song for her.

Zuko went home that day and searched through his parents’ books filled with sheet music. He flipped through numerous books for an hour until he found the song that girl had said she loved. He propped the book up against the piano and began to teach it to himself. Zuko spent hours that night learning the song. When his mother called him for dinner, he yelled to her that he wasn’t hungry, and when his sister came in to tease him, he yelled at her to go away. He eventually called it a night around 9 o’clock and did some homework.

The next day, Zuko walked into study hall, scanning the room for her. He saw the back of her head, and quickly walked by the desk she was at, and planted a note on the desk as he walked by to his own. He took a seat and waited for her to do what the note said. A few minutes passed and he heard the sounding a chair scraping against the carpet. He saw her walk in front of him, up to the teacher’s desk.

“May I use to restroom?” She asked, earning a nod from the teacher. The girl exited the room. Zuko waited a few minutes before doing the same, adding it’s an emergency, in case the teacher would make him wait until she came back. He was granted permission to go to the bathroom. Instead, he exited the room and made his way up to the theater. When he finally reached it, he saw her standing in the middle of the stage.

“Hi, Zuko!” She called, waving at him. A smile painted itself on his face.

“Hi, Y/N,” He greeted as he approached her.

“I didn’t think you’d want to practice again after what happened last time,” She told him as they made their way to the piano.

“I...I uh... actually wanted to show you something,” Zuko replied, taking his seat on the bench. Y/N sat down next to him, turned towards him with a curious look on her face.

“What is it?” She questioned.

“I-I’ll just show you.”

Zuko placed his fingers over the keys and took a deep breath. He slowly put pressure on the keys, and then began to play “Clair de lune.” His fingers danced along the piano, as the girl watched in amazement. He glanced over at her towards the middle of the song, and saw her smiling with watery eyes. After a few minutes, he played the final notes and then sighed once it concluded. He turned his head to look at her, and she was still smiling.

“Zuko, that was beautiful,” Y/N said, completely in awe. “Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome,” He said softly. He paused for a moment. “I already knew it, so I thought I’d play it for you. Since you like it.”

“That’s really sweet,” She smiled. “My boyfriend would’ve loved to hear this. He loves the piano.”

Zuko felt his heart shatter.

Boyfriend?

He should have known, or asked. He shouldn’t have assumed. He didn’t even know his own intentions behind doing this. Maybe he wanted to woo or impress her.

He thought for a while. He decided the smile on her face alone made it worth it. Seeing her so happy. That’s what he wanted.

Even if she didn’t feel the same way.

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threeletterslife · 5 years ago

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01 | Illegirl

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→ summary: Excelling in every school subject, acing every math test and conquering the academic world is something you do as easily as breathing. As your residential social outcast nerd, you live rather as a recluse, talking to almost no one except for your dear ol’ cousin and that sweet boy in a few of your classes—Jungkook? was that his name? Befriending your ʰᵒᵗ AP stats teacher was the last thing on your high school senior agenda…

→ genre: 90% fluff, 8% crack, 2% angst | teacher!au & f2l!au

→ warnings: profanity (like y/n really needs to tone it down lmao) & kissing/making out

→ wordcount: 6.2k

With your head tucked under the pages of a textbook that's literally heavier than twice your weight, your hand furiously flies across the surface of your messy, but meticulous notes. At this point, you've been writing for so long that you don't feel the pain of hand cramps anymore.

Curse your fucking philosophy teacher for not succumbing to technology. Your notes would've taken you thirty minutes to complete instead of three hours had you been able to type them out.

But it's not like you're complaining about the workload. You lowkey like learning, therefore you like school. Besides, you're a diligent person. Once you start studying, there's really no turning back until you finish. In fact, nothing can distract you from your studies. Well maybe except—

"Hey, Y/N!" Seokjin screams from the kitchen.

Your head jerks up so fast hearing your cousin's voice that you wince from the neck strain. Cursing profanities under your breath, you shout back, "What?!"

"It's about dinner!" Seokjin yells.

You perk up. God, you weren't really the sporty type but Jin told you using your brain burns more calories than running a mile. But what can you expect from a theatre major? Still, you would use any excuse to eat as much as you do.

"I've invited a friend over to eat with us!" your cousin hollers.

Slightly frowning, you wonder since when Jin had friends that had come over. Your frown wavers away. Maybe you should be happy your cousin was socializing for once and not worry about the idea of some stranger coming to your house to eat.

You sigh as you push away from your desk, standing up to make your way to the kitchen for a more elaborate explanation.

"Who's the friend?" you ask, casually. "I mean, more importantly, what are you cooking?"

Jin's back was turned from you, his arms moving swiftly across the stove in a graceful manner you know you can never master. But you hear him chuckle at your priorities.

"Today's menu is steak," Jin says heartily.

Ah, steak. Why hadn't I been able to guess? The tender and cordial aroma should've pointed all fingers to your favorite meal.

"And the friend? Park Jimin," Jin answers dreamily and you can tell your cousin's just falling in love with his steak sizzling on the pan. He's always like that (dramatic and passionate).

"Park Jimin?" you repeat, sliding into a chair next to the kitchen island. "Doesn't ring a bell. So where'd you meet him?"

"Well, he's my co-worker." Jin shrugs nonchalantly as he places the sizzling steak on a platter, seasoning it passionately.

"Huh? Co-worker?" You frown. "Wait he's a teacher too?"

Jin was your school's arts and drama teacher, always staying out late for theater practice and unfortunately dragging you out with him because "you can't survive on your own."

"Yeah. Maybe Mr. Park might ring a bell?" Jin suggests.

Your eyes enlarge at the familiar name and the realization hits you like a big, fat freight train. "Mr. Park?!" you screech like a barn owl. "My math teacher?!"

Your cousin's head snaps up from smelling his precious steak. "Oh? He's your teacher?"

"Um, yes!" you yell, throwing your hands aggressively in the air. "Oh my GOD. This is gonna be so awkward! Jin! Just because you live a Hollywood life, doesn't mean you can drag me into that crazy shit too! Really? A student eating with her fucking teacher? What kind of fucked up fuckery is that?!"

"Language!" Jin warns. "You're just over-dramatizing things, baby cousin," he laughs. "I told you, you should pursue acting."

"I'm not joking!" you seethe, your face turning red as you imagine the future awkwardness that would ensue between you and Mr. Park. Not that you have anything against him.

Jin just rolls his eyes. "Then just stay in your room," he says. "Besides, you better get used to him being around. Jimin's a chill dude, I'll be hanging out with him a lot more. I'm sure he won't mind you."

You sigh. "Yeah, but I'd rather not take the chances... I mean, not when this man can change my grades with one button."

Jin chuckles. "And why would he do that? You're probably his best student. Isn't math that class you have over a hundred in, right now?"

"Well, yeah, but you never know," you protest.

"Wow, what a nerd."

"Um, not a nerd," you reply. "Just smarter than you."

Jin scoffs, placing a delicate hand to his chest as he mocks offense. "Excuse me, baby cousin, I happen to be almost a decade older than you."

You laugh out loud. "A decade doesn't seem like it helped you much," you tease, never losing an argument, no matter how small and pathetic. "But anyways. Are you sure Mr. Park will be chill? I'm that weird kid in his class that never socializes but sets the curve for every test, you know? I'm that nerd..."

Jin chuckles. "You worry too much. Don't you know teachers love students that excel in their class? Besides, Jimin knows you're my cousin. It'll be okay," Jin chirps as he grins at his piping hot steak. "It'll be fine..."

"It'll be okay, he said, it'll be fine, he said!" you grumble. "Fucking idiot!"

Normally, Jin would've yelled at you for your profanities, but at the moment, he was too wasted to give a fuck. "Maybe I shouldn't have drunk my stress," he giggles. "Jimin, your beer is delicious."

"Yee, boi," Jimin answers, waving his arms around drunkenly.

You can't believe your eyes, or ears for that matter. Your usually formal, sharp, calm and collected math teacher had first shown up wearing severely ripped jeans, a loose, black t-shirt and jewelry. And now he was drunk.

Originally, you had been stuck in your room, quietly and innocently, you might add, eating a piece of steak. Honestly, you were pretending like you didn't even exist. It was only when you heard the loud clinkings of those beer cans when you knew you would have to take action sometime. Your cousin was not a good drinker.

Your teacher, who usually looks like a Mr. Park for god's sake, with his ties and button-up collar shirts now looks like a Jimin with his choice of stylish garments and a pair of dangly earrings. Jimin runs his fingers through his messy black hair that's usually so well-combed and gelled. Then, his alluring chocolate eyes fixate on you.

"Baby girl, why don't you have a drink?" he asks you, waving his (empty) beer can at you.

You have a wordless reaction, staring at your teacher in absolute horror. You're 110% sure he doesn't remember you're his student.

Goddamn, he's so wasted.

"Jin, my man, she's hot. Who is she?" Jimin asks as he flashes a charming smile at you, throwing in a wink as well.

You have no idea why your stomach flips. But you're pretty sure it has something to do with the seductive way your teacher is looking at you. You would've never thought Jimin could have this sort of side to him.

"No touchy, touchy, my dude," Jin slurs. "She's my baby cousin."

Jimin winks at you again.

And of course, you feel at least a hundred butterflies fluttering around in your stomach. Had you known Jimin was this attractive? No. But did you know now? Hell yeah.

Still, he's your teacher... "I'm your student," you sigh, staring at the drunken man in pity.

"Ooh," Jimin grins flirtatiously. "Kinky."

Now it's your turn to run your fingers through your hair. "T-That..." you sigh. "That's borderline perverted," you murmur.

Jin giggles. "Y/N, you have no—" your cousin pauses his sentence, suddenly holding his stomach and frowning. "Ooh, I don't feel too good," he announces. Then, he curls up and with such obnoxious noise, wretches out the steak he'd consumed.

You instantly jerk your head away, afraid you'll vomit if you catch the sight of Jin's half-digested food. Yes, you like food, but not when it's in that kind of state.

"Oh my god, Jin!" you whine, annoyance and some form of anger coursing through your veins. "I told you not to drink, goddammit!"

Your cousin only grins, swaying his body back and forth to a song that's not even playing. Sighing, you hurriedly grab a wet rag, cursing profanities and saying 'ew' every three seconds as you attempt to clean up the vomit. You're literally forcing your stomach to stay calm at the disturbing sight and stench.

You're even more ticked off that your cousin is just smiling like a total buffoon right next to you. "I'M A FUCKING DECADE YOUNGER THAN YOU SO WHY AM I ACTING LIKE A FUCKING MOTHER RIGHT NOW?" you shriek as you throw the rag to the side to glare at Jin.

Except, he was passed out. You scoff. "Unbelievable!" You push Jin over with your hand. "Jin! Wake the fuck up!"

"Ooh, baby girl, I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth," Jimin purrs, taking hold of his can of beer and Jin's, clinking them together and laughing as if it were the funniest sight in the world.

You glare at your so-called teacher. "If you weren't in charge of my grades you'd be dead," you seethe.

"What's that, baby girl?" Jimin asks. "I think you might have to be closer for me to hear you." And with that, he grabs ahold of your hand and pulls you down into his lap.

Momentarily, you're too shocked to have any sort of reaction. It takes a while for you to even realize you're sitting on your teacher's lap. "Ji—I mean, Mr. Park!" you shriek, trying to scramble up.

But Jimin holds you firm, staring deeply into your eyes as if he could see your soul. And something about that stops your squirming. You are still.

"Beautiful," Jimin mumbles as he softly touches the side of your cheek.

Your heart is beating fast and you can feel your cheeks starting to heat up. Why was this making you feel so... weird?

"Beauty is from the outside," Jimin states, moving his head closer to yours. That surely ruined the moment.

You frown. "I think you mean beauty is from the inside," you correct.

"Whatever," Jimin mumbles, continuing to admire your face. "Who are you?" he asks. "Such a beauty..."

"Your fucking student," you reply smartly, scrunching your nose. You? A beauty? I don't fucking think so.

"Kinky," Jimin says again. He slowly intertwines his fingers with yours. "I like you."

What. The. Fuck.

Now you're just internally screaming. Yes, you admit your math teacher is rather... hot. Yes, you admit that he has some sort of magnetic field that attracts you. And yes, you admit you don't feel too bad sitting in his lap (oh boy). But you know, in the back of your head, this is somewhat illegal. After all, some internet research (a.k.a stalking) showed that Jimin was 24. You're 17. It just isn't going to happen.

"Cool," you respond. "Glad that I'm liked. Um... Imma get going now..." you try to smoothly escape from Jimin's lap. But it's just not your day.

Jimin tugs you back, his hand wrapped around your wrist tightly. "No." He grins. "You." His hand holds yours. "Will." His other hand cups your warm, flushed cheeks. "Stay." His lips meet yours.

He does it so quickly that you have little to no time to stop him. And once in the kiss, there was no turning back.

Your teacher tastes like beer as his tongue explores your lips, sucking and even biting softly. And as the love-deprived person as you are, you don't stop him. Instead, you respond by wrapping your arms around Jimin's neck. Then before you realize it, or even stop yourself, you're kissing him back. The heat of the moment thing, you guess.

Jimin pulls you closer to his face, the hand that had been holding yours is set on your waist, securing you.

That's when you realize this is not some random dude named Jimin. This is Park Jimin, your mathematics teacher.

"Fuck!" you shriek as you aggressively break the kiss—or more like make out session—your lips leaving your teacher's with a little 'pop.'

Jimin stares at you in confusion, his eyebrows scrunching over his wide, curious eyes. "Fuck already?"

You bury your face in your hands, then realize you're still sitting in your teacher's lap. "Fuck!" you repeat as you scramble away a good two feet.

"Already?" he asks once again.

"You... you.. pervert!" you scream, flapping your arms faster than a hummingbird. "I'm 17!"

Jimin cocks his head. "How old am I again?" He grins foolishly. But cutely. His black hair is messed up even more and his soft, plump lips are slightly wet. Oh boy. You don't even want to get started on his alluring eyes.

Fuck! You shake your head, panic taking over your whole body. Not the time, Y/N!

"You don't know my age either?" Jimin asks, staring at you with puppy dog eyes. You think you're going to faint.

Get it together Y/N!

"24," you grit out. "You're 24."

At that, Jimin frowns. "Shit. You weren't lying when you said you were my student," he slurs, squinting at you as if he were looking at the sun.

"You thought I was fucking lying?!" you shriek. "Snap out of it!"

"Shit," Jimin deadpans, his dark eyes flickering. "You're Yoon Y/N," he realizes. "I'm actually fucked."

Then, his eyes roll to the back of his head and he passes out on the floor, right next to your dumbass cousin.

You can't move. You just kissed your fucking teacher. No, you made out with him. But the worst part—you think you had enjoyed it.

You wake up in your bed with the biggest migraine you've had in a month. It's almost as if you were the one that had passed out drunk yesterday.

The morning rays are shining through your thin curtains and you sigh out, looking at the bright sight. Thank fucking god it's a Saturday. If only this migraine would go away.

Then, you realize something that makes the pain in your head amplify by ten-folds. Yesterday, you'd made out with your math teacher—in the same room as your overprotective cousin, mind you.

"Well fuck," you whisper, placing a cool finger to your lips. The very same lips that had kissed your teacher. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!" you mutter aggressively.

You remember it all as if your brain had shot a movie on the spot—your teacher tugging you into his warm lap, making sexual comments, kissing you... Your face burns red. Not to mention you feel like some annoying garden gnome is hammering his huge mallet right in your head.

Fuck my migraine.

But your migraine wasn't the worst of your problems at this point. In fact, it seemed to be dwelling in your poor head because of your problems.

"How the fuck am I supposed to face him in school? Oh god, will he remember? Holy fuck—how will I cope if he doesn't recall?" you talk to yourself frantically, habitually flapping your arms around in panic.

You try to take a deep breath to calm yourself down but that doesn't work. Instead, you end up burying your face in your hands, crashing back down on your bed. "I actually don't want to go to school anymore," you say. But maybe a bit too loudly.

"Y/N, DID I HEAR YOU RIGHT?" a voice practically screams from the kitchen. "You LOVE learning!" Jin screeches. "Did something happen? Are you getting bullied?"

"What? No!" you yell, exasperated. It was always up to your cousin to make a mountain out of a molehill.

"THEN WHAT HAPPENED?" Jin shouts.

You sigh. From all the yelling going back and forth, it looked like by the end of the day, your throat would hurt as much as your head. Sitting up from your bed, you make your way to the kitchen to explain yourself without having to scream your lungs out.

"Y/N, honey, you look sick," Jin says as soon as turns around from the stove, catching sight of your messy hair and dead eyes.

"Migraine," you sigh.

"I've gotchu," your cousin declares dutifully as he places an orange pill and steaming hot rice porridge in front of you. He sits down in front of you, watching with his warm eyes as you dry swallow the pill and dig in to your breakfast. "So... what happened?" he asks as you finally pause from your eating to take a breath.

"Huh?"

"Why don't you want to go to school?" Jin repeats, taking a napkin and wiping your wet chin.

You shrug. "I dunno," you lie. "It's just one of those moods."

Jin lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh, just that? I thought it was something serious, Y/N! You had me worrying!"

You roll your eyes but smile. The warm and toasty porridge paired with the painkiller was really working miracles. You felt much better already.

"You always worry, Jin," you chuckle. "Shouldn't I be worried about you? You literally threw up last night."

"Yes, I know. You did a pretty bad job cleaning it up," Jin laughs. "Thanks for the attempt, though."

"Well, I was..." you attempt to explain yourself. "...Distracted."

Jin laughs, getting up to fetch your favorite dish of kimchi, placing it right in front of you. Once he sits down he watches you eat again.

"Sorry, Y/N," he apologizes suddenly, just as you shove a huge spoonful of rice and kimchi in your mouth.

"For what?" you sputter, bits of half-chewed food dribbling down your mouth. "Oops," you mutter, clumsily reaching for a napkin. But Jin was already ahead of you, dabbing at your chin once again.

"I don't know... I threw up, you tried to clean it up... You were probably annoyed that we were being so loud. Oh right, and we were both drunk..." Jin sighs.

You shake your head. "I'm not mad. You don't have to feel bad," you say.

If anything, I'm mad at myself for kissing my teacher.

Speaking of your teacher...

"So, where's Jimin?" you ask, blood immediately rushing to your cheeks just saying his name.

Oh god, why did I even ask? Now I'm going to sound suspicious.

"I'm the worst person to ask that. I don't remember much—everything's so hazy. I really shouldn't have drunk so much last night..." Jin sighs. "But why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing," you respond quickly.

If Jin had no recollection of his drunk night, then that would mean your teacher wouldn't remember... right??

"Y/N, you responded too quickly, something's up," Jin laughs, stretching back in his seat. "What happened? Spill the tea."

Well, shit. Channel your inner actress, Y/N. You've got this.

"Oh, I don't know, it was nothing, really. It was just funny to see my math teacher get wasted and faint then disappear without a trace the next day, you know?" you say casually.

"Jimin probably ditched 'cause he got embarrassed," Jin chuckles, shaking his head.

Ohohoho, you have no idea.

"Yeah, well, thanks for the breakfast, Jin," you say, getting up from your seat. "I've got a quiz in his class on Monday. Gotta study."

"Wow, how diligent," your cousin teases lightly. "Have fun," he sarcastically calls as you walk towards your room.

You roll your eyes but smile. As dumb and dramatic and drunk he could get, you can't deny that you love your cousin.

As somewhat of a nerd, you had always passed school with flying colors—especially being gifted in mathematics. On the day of Jimin's math quiz, you finish thirty minutes early and take the leisure to stretch a bit and play around with your lucky pencil.

Normally, you'd look up to see if your teacher was grading quizzes from the previous period, but today, you were doing everything possible to avoid his eye contact. Maybe you were overreacting... but that kiss, er, make out was something you couldn't just forget so easily.

Are we just going to forget that shit even happened? Then, you realize, probably yeah. Jin didn't remember what happened when he got drunk—maybe Jimin would too.

Well, shit. That's just better for me. I made out with my fucking teacher and he doesn't even remember. God, I feel like I'm in a high school romance drama.

You cringe at your inner thoughts then force yourself to focus back on your quiz.

Time to check answers.

Thirty minutes later, as soon as the bell rings, you zip right up, about to bolt from the classroom when Jimin just:

"Everyone who hasn't finished the quiz, please turn it in now! Y/N, I'll see you after class."

Your blood runs cold and you freeze. Why? WHY? WHY?

"Probably for some nerdy math geek thing," students whisper. You pray that they're right.

God forbid he remembers what happened Saturday night.

Students file quickly out of the classroom—a little too quickly. All too soon, you and Jimin were the only ones in the room. You gulp.

Jimin stands up from his desk, his fingers racing up to habitually loosen his tight, black tie. He looks so different in his school clothes and when he's sober. Your teacher coughs lightly as he walks over to your desk awkwardly.

Or maybe the awkwardness was just your stupid imagination.

"Hey, Y/N," Jimin says. "How was the quiz?"

"Uh, good," you quickly respond, turning red just facing your teacher. Please don't come any closer.

You curse inside your head as Jimin literally crouches down to your eye-level, leaning in as you automatically lean back. Your heart beats in your head as you realize your hands are sweating. Yeah, no, you didn't want confrontation. Not today, at least.

"Um... Mr. Park, I have to get to lunch," you lie, abruptly pushing back your chair and springing up from your seat. "Er... Mr. Jung, my literature teacher wanted to talk to me."

Jimin looks at you with suspicion. "Hm... I was hoping to discuss something with you," he sighs.

Goosebumps blossom on your skin. "It's urgent," you fib. "He'll get really mad at me if I don't get there in the next minute."

Jimin frowns while glancing at the class clock and sighs again. "Well then, I guess our talk can wait."

You almost cheer out loud at your victory, but calmly start to walk away from your teacher. "Thank you, Mr. Park!" you call behind you as you practically bolt out of the classroom.

Your teacher stares at the door and cocks his head. "I've never seen Jung Hoseok get mad at his students in my entire life," he mutters under his breath while shaking his head.

You're at home, stretched out on your bed, your homework finished and your tests taken. But you're still worried.

"Goddammit," you cuss.

"Woah there," Jin calls from the kitchen, his second bedroom. "Did Y/N get her first B?"

You roll your eyes. "Not possible," you call back.

"Then do you have an excuse for your profanity?!"

"Nope, not really," you sigh. "Sorry, I'll watch my language!" you shout before Jin can remind you again. Then you groan as you bury your face into your plushy pillow.

You were dreading the next day. Although you weren't sure what Jimin wanted to discuss with you, you weren't going to take any chances.

It was Tuesday.

"Y/N, I have to talk to you," Jimin says as the math class is dismissed.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Park!" you say quickly. "Girl problems, I gotta get to the bathroom!" you lie.

It was Wednesday.

"Y/N, may I talk to you?" Jimin calls as soon as class is finished.

"Sorry, Mr. Park!" you say as you're already halfway out the door. "I have to see the nurse. Cramps, you know!"

"You don't seem like you're in pain!" Jimin calls as you run out.

It was Thursday.

"Y/N, we really need to talk," Jimin says as he blocks your way of the classroom.

You sigh. "I wish I could, but I need to turn in a philosophy project for Mr. Kim," you fib.

"During lunch?" Jimin sighs. You nod convincingly. "Alright, then," Jimin says. "We'll talk tomorrow."

"We'll see about that," you mumble under your breath.

It was Friday.

"Y/N. No excuses. You've been avoiding me for almost a week," Jimin says as he squats in front of your desk, literally compelling you to stay frozen in your seat.

"But Mr. Park, I kinda have to go... My cousin's taking me on a trip for this weekend and I have to leave right now."

You pat yourself on your back for this lie. Nice one, Y/N! Jin always pulls you out of school to take mini weekend trips so this was totally plausible.

Jimin laughs. "Oh, Y/N. I'm very close to Jin, you know," he says. "He can't be taking you on a trip now if I'm supposed to be going with you guys."

"What." You shake your head in disbelief, jaw practically dropping open. "No!" you deadpan.

"Yes," Jimin answers. "I've been trying to tell you this whole week, you know. Jin wasn't going to tell you until last minute because he knew you'd make some excuse not to go."

It was official. Jin had definitely lost his marbles. Trip and teacher did not go well together and you'd think someone as capable as Jin would know this. Besides, the last time you and Jimin had been together outside of school... You shudder. Nope!

"I'm going to kill my cousin!" you shriek, exasperated out of your mind.

"I mean, now it's a bit too late, don't you think?" Jimin chuckles. "We're leaving right after school."

The words hit you like a freight train. Why? Why the fuck? What the fuck? How? But most importantly, where? You swear to god if Jin had so very conveniently planned a beach trip you were actually going to murder him. Bikini and teacher are two words you don't want to see in the same sentence.

You take a deep breath, tilting your head back to pinch the bridge of your nose in an attempt to calm yourself down. When you feel like you're not going to drop f-bombs in a classroom setting anymore, you face your teacher: "So, uh, where are we going for the trip? I swear to god if it's at the beach—"

"Camping," Jimin answers quickly.

"Oh, whew!" you exclaim, placing a hand to your heart in all gladness. But apparently, you had been glad way too soon.

"Oh right, Y/N, I still need to talk to you about another thing," your teacher says, scratching his head rather awkwardly.

You freeze, your heart beating in your ears as suddenly your stomach feels like it shrunk twice its original size.

Jimin coughs awkwardly. "But, um... I think it can wait for later," he sighs. "It's not very... classroom appropriate," he whispers lowly.

Well fuck, he remembers. Fuck my life. At this point, you wonder if things can even end up worse than this. Sighing, you do the only thing that you do best: leaving.

"If it's not classroom appropriate, it's probably never appropriate," you quickly mutter as you swing your backpack over your shoulder. "Thanks for the heads up about the trip," you say. "Now, excuse me so I can go yell at my cousin."

Jimin chuckles. "Yeah, see you, Y/N. Best of luck with that."

You almost scoff. This was going to be one long weekend.

The moment you barge into familiar territory, otherwise known as Seokjin's drama classroom, you finally let your rage loose. "THE FUCKING HELL! JIN, I HATE YOU!"

Your raucous outburst startles your cousin who nearly drops a golden crown prop. You don't even give him time to react before you're ranting. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WERE KEEPING THIS FUCKING CAMPING TRIP FROM ME!"

"Woah, there, Y/N. Slow down," Jin says in a soothing tone as if he were trying to calm a wild horse. "The camping trip?" he questions, cocking his head.

"YEAH! THE ONE WHERE YOU SO CONVENIENTLY INVITED JIMIN!"

Jin's confused face flashes with recognition as he nods. "Oh yeah, the camping trip. Sorry."

"Sorry won't fucking cut it!" you shriek. "And really? With Jimin too?!"

Jin sighs. "Well I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier but I just wanted some bonding time with my best friend. You know that I've haven't had friends in years. And I would've just left you home, but you also know that I care too much about your meals to do that. You'd literally starve to death Y/N, you really can't cook!"

His words make you feel bad for your outburst. In a way, he's right. Jin literally doesn't have a social life because of you. When you're stuck studying your ass off every day, he's the one who makes sure you get your meals. When you're in a particularly bad mood due to fluctuating hormone levels (curse puberty), he's the one who can calm you down with a good joke and a bowl of ice cream. When you had thought no one in the whole world cared for you, he's the one who swooped in and gave you the love and reassurance you needed.

In other words, you owe Jin. Big time. You know full-heartedly that your cousin decided to take you on this trip so you wouldn't be crouched in your room 25/8, skipping meals and being dangerously alone. So the least you can do is to go on the trip without complaining like a little bitch.

It'll be awkward, yes, considering it's with your teacher that you've potentially done such illegal things with. But you do have a heart, and your heart tells you it's about time to owe up to all the good Jin has done for you. It's also telling you to bite down your pride and apologize to your dear cousin—but apologizing has never really been your thing.

You sigh, scratching your head awkwardly. "Um, I guess I'm... I'm... sorry then," you mutter, looking down at your feet. God, you really don't like to admit things when you're wrong.

Jin chuckles. "You should be. Your yelling made me age a decade!" he teasingly claims. "And besides, I'm pretty sure you woke up the dead with all that cussing," he says disapprovingly. "No profanity, Y/N! At least, not in school."

"Okay, okay, sorry," you say quickly, looking down with slight shame.

You feel Jin's warm hands pinching your cheek, making you look up at him. "Thanks for understanding so quickly, you're the best Y/N." He literally giggles as he pats your cheek.

Rolling your eyes, you lightly swat your cousin's hand away. "I guess I'm just happy you're finally attempting to be social," you respond.

Jin chuckles. "Yeah, I'm trying to be a role model for you, Y/N. But anyway, now that you're here, wanna eat lunch with me?"

You give him a weird look. "Why though?"

Your cousin raises his eyebrows. "I know you eat lunch alone all the time."

Now it's your turn to raise your eyebrows. "And what if I like to eat alone?" you say defiantly.

Jin shakes his head. "Y/N, you don't like to eat alone."

You sigh in defeat. Curse Jin for knowing me better than myself! "Fine. But just this once."

"Good," Jin smiles. "I'll just tell Jimin to eat with Hoseok or something."

"Hoseok? Mr. Jung? My literature teacher?"

"Yeah, he and Jimin are close too," Jin tells you. "Jimin's so close to everyone. I wish I were like him."

You laugh. "You're amazing just the way you are," you say as you sit down on a desk and pull out the lunch Jin had made you. "I still can't believe you're choosing to eat lunch with me and literally canceling on Jimin."

Jin shrugs. "You're my baby cousin."

You smile. "And you're like the good family I never had."

As soon as you get home, you try to find your suitcase to last minutely pack for a trip you'd just been told about. But you can't find your suitcase.

"Don't bother packing! I've done it for you!" Jin calls from the kitchen. You follow his voice out and watch him as he shoves in hoards of food into fifty different bags.

"Wow. You packed for me?" you ask. "So exactly how long were you planning on keeping this trip from me?"

"As long as I could," Jin replies as he starts to cut watermelon. "Get in the car, Y/N. Jimin's probably waiting already."

"Fine," you sigh as you drag your feet to the car. You really don't want to face your math teacher. The last time you two met outside of school... it had ended quite illegally.

"Hey, Y/N," Jimin says, tugging down his dark sunglasses to give you some cute eye smile.

"That should be fucking illegal," you murmur as you slide into the back seats, seeing that Jimin had taken shotgun. You can't dare to look at your teacher without remembering that hot night.

"What should be illegal?" Jin asks as he slides into the driver's seat. "School? Wait. You're a nerd. You love school."

You roll your eyes. "Drive, asshole."

"Yes ma'am!" Jin salutes, grinning at you foolishly.

"You two are hilarious," Jimin chuckles as he leans his chair back. "I can't believe I can actually witness this for three whole days."

"Yeah, lucky you," you mumble sarcastically. "Wait—Jin. Isn't the camping place over there?" you point to the spot that Jin had passed by.

"Uh..." Jin laughs. "Silly. We're trying a different camping spot this time."

"Okay," you chirp, stretching out in the backseat. "Wake me up when we're there then."

"Sure thing," Jin says. "Sleep well, baby cousin."

You roll your eyes but smile, then you fall into a deep, peaceful slumber.

You were supposed to wake up to see a cold, damp environment with towering trees surrounding the area. You know, the kind of environment you're supposed to see when you go camping. Instead, you get the bright, hot sun beating down on you. Oh, and also, sand.

"What the f—"

"Rise n' shine, sunshine," Jin sings. "Welcome to paradise."

You laugh, attempting to straighten out your disheveled hair and discreetly as possible wipe away the bit of dried drool on your face. "Ha. Haha. Very funny, Jin. Why are we stopping by the beach to have lunch? That's so fu—freaking extra."

"Stopping by?" Jimin says from the driver's seat. Oh, what the heck they must've switched seats when you were clonked out.

You see Jin and Jimin exchange some nervous looks.

"Wait a minute... No. No... NO!" you shout, hands grasping bits of your hair, almost as if you'd pull it out any second. "This is bad. This is so, so bad."

"We didn't even say anything yet!" Jin laughs at your reaction.

"I know what you're going to say! I know where this is going!" you shriek. "We're not going camping! We're going to stay at the beach! Motherfu—"

"Now, now, Y/N. Calm down. It's the beach. It's beautiful! You can swim, we'll have a barbecue, go to nice restaurants with nice views!"

"I can't do that!" you hiss angrily.

"Why is that?" Jin asks innocently.

You kinda wanna punch his innocent-looking face at the moment.

"Because," you say, pinching the bridge of your nose, "my fucking teacher will be here," you say slowly, enunciating every word to get through your cousin's thick head. "I can't wear some bathing suit in front of my teacher!" You point accusingly at Jimin, who raises up both hands innocently.

"BOTH HANDS ON THE WHEEL!" you shriek which sends Jin snorting in laughter.

"Y/N! Honey! For real, calm down! It doesn't matter. Just don't think of Jimin as your teacher, then you'll be fine," Jin says in his soothing voice.

"Yes, it does matter," you argue. "What if someone sees? What if someone reports?"

Jin rolls his eyes. "Relax, Y/N. We're at least six hours away from home. I highly doubt anyone we know will see us and report."

"Agreed," Jimin says. You feel slightly better that he has both of his hands on the wheel. "I promise, we won't even get drunk like last time. I didn't bring any alcohol."

"Oops," Jin giggles. "I did."

"Jin!!" you and Jimin both cry in unison.

"Your alcohol tolerance is actual shit!" you yell. "I swear to god if you get drunk again I'm gonna run you over with this car!"

"No, not my car!" Jimin shrieks, gripping his steering wheel harder.

Jin throws his head back and lets loose the largest laugh yet. "Bro, you're worried about your car but not me?"

Jimin shrugs. "Well, priorities."

You can't help but laugh as well.

So what if these two bimbleheads lied to you about this weekend vacation? You honestly hate to admit it, but having company was fun. Especially bickering company. Maybe, just maybe you'll enjoy the trip. (If you can survive the awkwardness that is.)

And maybe, just maybe, you'll be able to avoid your teacher's confrontation.

Maybe.

—next chapter

—masterlist

#jimin #park jimin #jimin fanfiction #jimin imagine #bts #bts fanfiction #jimin fluff #jimin crack #teacher au #jimin fanfic #illegirl

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cadence-talle · 4 years ago

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Teach The Torches To Burn Bright

Pairing: Fitz Vacker/Dex Dizznee

Wordcount: 2,212

Summary: “You’re a coward.”

“Correct,” Fitz responded. His sister fixed him with a determined look.

“You’re a coward, but you’re also my brother and I want you to be happy.” She leaned forward, sucking the dregs of her milkshake with a loud slurp. “So we’re gonna get you a date with that boy. Come hell or high water.”

(Or, a theater AU, feat fake understudies, many milkshakes, and fundamentally misunderstanding Romeo & Juliet.)

Other notes: for @molly-sencen! I’m sorry this took so long and I love you so much, Molly.

Taglist: @everyonehasthoughts, @clearlykeefitz, @loverofallthingssmart, @a-lonely-tatertot, @enbies-and-felonies, @molly-sencen, @lemontarto, @appalyneinstitute1, @ruewen-and-rising, @silver-snow, @linhamon-roll, @hyperlollypop, @never-ever-too-many-fandoms, @keeper-of-the-lost-queers, @impostertamsong, @vibing-in-the-void, @yeetersofthelostcities, @mistythegirlfluxmess, @diamond-dreamerr, @we-have-no-bananas-today

“Look, I’m just saying, Romeo and Juliet is overrated.”

“Romeo and Juliet is one of the greatest plays of all time. Just because you hated your eighth-grade English teacher doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

“They’re absolute idiots. Who falls in love in a single night? How do you do that? Who pretends they’re dead without making sure the other person knows it’s all fake? Death is a stupid solution.”

“Okay, I don’t understand them either, but-”

“Not to mention it’s literally a love story between a fourteen-year-old and a sixteen-year-old in which they meet, fall in ‘love’, and then get married in the span of three days. Tell me that sounds like a healthy relationship.”

Fitz sighs, pushing open the auditorium doors as he glares at his sister. “It’s not supposed to be a healthy relationship. It’s supposed to show the folly of falling in love too fast and how there needs to be a delicate balance between love and hate.”

Biana arches an eyebrow at him. “Did you really just use the word folly unironically? In the twenty-first century?”

Fitz picks up his pace, walking faster down towards the stage. “Shut up.”

“No, no! Tell me more about the follies in Shakespeare’s writings!” Biana calls behind him, smirk evident in her voice. Giving a small groan- she’s never letting him live this one down- Fitz turns to move up the stairs on either side of the stage and runs straight into someone.

“Oh, sorry,” he says, stumbling back. “I didn’t see you-”

It’s Dex Dizznee. Of course it’s Dex Dizznee. Fitz should have known he’d be in the theater today; he’s been halfway stalking the guy for a month.

(“Just ask him out already,” Biana had said, chewing on her milkshake straw. “You’re, like, the most popular person in school.”

“I can’t do that!” Fitz protested. Biana frowned.

“What’s stopping you?”

Fitz laid his head on the cold metal of the ice cream shop table. “He’s too pretty,” he said mournfully. Biana rolled her eyes and kicked him.

“You’re a coward.”

“Correct,” Fitz responded. His sister fixed him with a determined look.

Now that he thinks about it, Biana probably orchestrated this. He wouldn’t put it past her.

“Sorry,” Fitz says again. Dex grins, waving a hand in the air.

“Not a problem,” he responds. “I was probably in the way, actually. We’re trying to get these new speakers set up,” he gestures to the huge speaker at his feet, tangled in a pile of electrical wires, “and it’s… harder than it looks.”

“I’ll bet.” Fitz nods, pretending he knows anything about technology or what it takes to install a speaker. “Well, we’ll get out of your way. I’m just here to grab an extra script-”

“Actually,” Biana says, appearing next to him. “I think now would be a great time for you to try on that tunic I restitched last week. We need to make sure it fits.” She smiles at him. Fitz glares back.

“Sure,” he says through gritted teeth, moving up the stage stairs. Dex smiles, touching Fitz’s shoulder lightly as he passes.

“See you later.”

“Uh.” Fitz says. “Yeah, you too, Deck.”

He staggers backstage and falls face-first onto a prop couch. Biana makes a noise of agreement.

“Deck?” Fitz says, his voice muffled by the couch cushions. “Deck?”

“I’m sure he didn’t notice,” Biana pats his head. “You do need to try on the tunic, though. We have like ten more costumes to get through and the show’s in a week and a half.”

“That sounds like bad planning on your part,” Fitz observes, taking the offered shirt and pulling it on. “How does it look?”

Biana considers him, head tilted to one side. She smiles. “You’re going to be the best-dressed Romeo on this side of Eternalia. Sophie’ll love it.”

“Sophie is gay,” Fitz points out, “and has a girlfriend. You should know that- you got them together in the first place.”

“Mmm,” Biana agrees, “The great Sopherella Caper. Those were the days.”

“’Those days’ were last month.”

Biana waves a hand in the air. “Irrelevant. Okay, take the tunic off and I’ll make the final adjustments.”

“Great. See you at home?” Fitz scoops his bag up off of the floor as Biana nods, heading out towards the theater doors again. Dex holds up a hand in a little half-wave.

“Have a good day, Ditz.” he calls.

Suddenly, Fitz thinks he understands Romeo and Juliet’s ‘poison’ idea a little bit better.

-/-

“You know, I think this is good, actually.” Biana says the next day. The five of them- Fitz, Biana, Linh, Tam and Keefe- are crammed into a booth at the ice cream shop, sipping milkshakes. (It’s far too early in the day for ice cream, but Fitz isn’t going to argue. The mint chocolate chip ones here are to die for.)

“Explain,” Fitz responds. He doesn’t see how any of this- the fiasco with Dex, being brought to the ice cream shop in what he’s pretty sure is some sort of intervention, the fact that his milkshake has notably less mint in it than usual- is good. Biana shrugs.

“Well, from what you said, it sounds more like he was teasing you than actually being mean. And teasing is good. It’s very close to flirting.”

“And if he was flirting with you,” Linh adds, “then that’s great!”

“And if he wasn’t?” Fitz asks, because he’s pessimistic like that. Tam raises an eyebrow, setting his milkshake on the table with a thunk.

“Then you’ve completely embarrassed yourself and you can never talk to him again,” he deadpans. Fitz nods slowly.

“I’m sure that won’t happen, though,” Linh says hurriedly, shooting her twin an annoyed look. Tam gives her an angelic smile.

“Seriously, dude,” Keefe says, turning to Fitz. “You’re the only one here who’s still single. I wanna go couple’s bowling!”

Fitz holds up two fingers, ticking them off as he speaks. “One, ‘couple’s bowling’? Not a thing. Two, aren’t you single?”

Keefe stares at him. “What?”

“You do realize we’ve been dating for four months now,” Tam says. Fitz blinks.

“I… did not realize that, no.”

“Wait, really?” Biana interjects, giving Fitz a puzzled look. “You were there when Keefe did his promposal.”

“I thought it was a joke! Who orders goats for an actual promposal?”

Keefe frowns, looking vaguely insulted. “I do. Anyone who wants to do a promposal right orders goats.”

“Forget about the goats,” Linh interrupts, “forget about Keefe and Tam. We’re here to help you.”

All four heads turn towards him in eerie unison. Fitz swallows and Biana smiles sharply, pulling out her planner and flipping to May 13th.

“Okay. We don’t know when Dex will be in the theater- he keeps really weird hours. What we do know, though, is that he’ll be here next Friday. Opening night.”

“So after the show, we shove Fitz in the soundbooth until he asks Dex out,” Keefe says, nodding. Linh shakes her head.

“Let’s call that a Plan B. Fitz would actually murder us.”

“True.”

“You guys do realize I’m sitting here, right?” Fitz asks. They ignore him, instead gathering around Biana and her schedule. Silently, Fitz slips from the booth and moves towards the shop door.

This show is going to be a disaster.

-/-

The theater is packed, people whispering and chatting in the dim light. Fitz should be backstage, getting the last parts of his costume on, but instead he’s in the near-empty hall alongside the auditorium.

He always does this before a show- takes a moment to catch his breath, lean against the cold blue tile of the wall. A moment of peace before the craziness that is a Foxfire High theater production.

Or, relative peace. There’s a banging coming from somewhere behind him- one of the doors that line the hallway. Fitz is pretty sure the one the noise is emitting from is a janitor’s closet.

He approaches the door, wary of whatever’s inside. Once, a junior found a raccoon in her locker. Fitz really doesn’t want a repeat of that.

Instead of a raccoon, though, Sophie falls out when he opens the door. Fitz stares as she stumbles, almost falling, before getting her balance.

“Why were you locked in the janitor’s closet?” Fitz asks. Sophie rolls her eyes as they head towards the backstage entrance. She’s in costume already, thank goodness.

“Ask Keefe and Linh,” she grunts. “They’re the ones who stuck me in there.”

Fitz steps through the door, almost running into Dex for the second time in as many weeks. The taller boy has a confused expression on his face.

“Do you know why Biana was just trying to convince me I was the Juliet understudy?” He inquires. “I told her I can’t act, but she didn’t appear to want to listen.”

Fitz sighs, aware of the flush creeping up his cheeks. “I might have some idea,” he admits. “I’ll talk to you after the show?”

“Sure. I need to get to the sound booth anyway.” Dex gives him a thumbs up and moves away. “See you, Fitz.”

He knows my name.

Sophie has a dangerous smirk on her face when Fitz turns back in her direction, and he immediately glares at her.

“Don’t.”

“I’m not doing anything,” She hums. “Just… I’m glad you’re happy, ‘kay?”

Fitz smiles at her. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” Sophie punches his arm lightly. “Now come on, Romeo. We’ve got a show to steal.”

-/-

The curtain has just closed, and everyone is screaming.

To be fair, the show did go well- no one messed up their lines, and the kiss scene (which was, in rehearsal, simply nicknamed Awkward™) actually didn’t crash and burn.

So Fitz supposes he can’t blame them for screaming, despite the damage it’s doing to his eardrums. (Someone is also playing Let It Go at an obscene volume. Fitz will never understand the theater kid obsession with Let It Go.)

Biana and Linh come up behind him, hugging him from both sides as they shout. Fitz can’t quite hear them, but he hugs back.

“I’m going to go talk to Dex,” he shouts, pointing towards the soundbooth. Biana and Linh give him matching grins and Linh yells something that might be go get it! and might be turn away and slam the door. Fitz can’t tell.

He makes his way through the crowds and up the steps to the back of the theater, keeping his head down so no one will recognize him. The attention can be nice, but he doesn’t exactly fancy getting stuck signing autographs right now.

“Hey!” Dex says as Fitz moves into the sound booth, leaning against the door. They’re the only two still here; whoever was operating the lighting board must have gone home. Now is probably the perfect time to talk to him.

Fitz opens his mouth to say something- even he’s not sure what- when he hears an ominous clicking noise in the door behind him. He spins, trying the handle. Locked.

Sophie’s words echo in his head. Ask Keefe and Linh. They’re the ones who stuck me in there.

“Did someone… lock the door from the outside?” Dex asks, coming over and crouching down next to the lock. “That’s weird.”

Fitz sighs, shaking his head. “Not for my friends.”

“Your friends did this? Why?”

Studiously, Fitz stares at the floor. Then the ceiling. Then the soundboard. Anything but Dex, really.

“Do you remember,” he says slowly, “when I called you Deck?”

Dex raises an eyebrow. “Yep,” he answers, popping the ‘p’. “Not the worst thing I’ve been called, honestly.”

“I- I wasn’t trying to insult you,” Fitz manages. “I just- well. I got nervous.”

Dex wrinkles his nose. It’s kind of adorable. “Nervous? Why?”

Fitz shrugs one shoulder.

“I don’t know. You’re just… you’re pretty.”

“Pretty,” Dex echoes. Fitz nods, taking a deep breath. He’s in too deep to back out now.

“Yeah. And smart, and cool, and…” he trails off. “You’re amazing. And I was- I am- kind of in awe of you.”

“Oh.” Dex steps forward, reaching out. Blinking, Fitz takes his hand. “Well, what if I told you that the first time I saw you on stage, I almost fainted?”

Fitz’s throat goes dry. “You did?”

“Uh-huh. And whenever you were rehearsing and I was doing lighting, I couldn’t stop looking at you.” Dex smiles sheepishly, his cheeks tinged pink. “Because you were awesome, and beautiful, and I really, really liked you.”

“I- I like you too,” Fitz squeaks out. Dex grins, stepping a tiny bit closer.

“Can I…”

“Yes.”

They stay there for a while, trading kisses back and forth, and something Biana had said a few weeks before floats into Fitz’s head.

“Who falls in love in a single night? How do you do that?”

Like this, Fitz thinks. Like this.

He’s not in love, not yet, but Fitz still feels closer to Romeo and Juliet than he ever has before.

(Hopefully without the death part, though. In that case, they really are idiots.)

#lynn rambles #my writing #detz #fitz vacker #dex dizznee #biana vacker #linh song #kotlc #kotlc fanfiction

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vgckwb · 4 years ago

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P5R: Rebel Girl (A FeMC Story/P5R Rework) Chapter 28: Thieves in a Palace

Ren looked at the information on her phone. Mishima told her that someone told him that they might know how they operate. Obviously, if this were true, it would be somewhat troublesome. Ren needed answers.

Ren: So, when you say “personally”...?

Mishima: They private messaged my admin account.

Ren: You have multiple accounts?

Mishima: Yeah. To keep people off the trail.

Mishima: But that’s not the point.

Mishima: Do you think this is true?

Ren had to think.

Ren: I’m not sure.

Ren: I’d have to discuss this with the others.

Ren: Did they say anything else?

Mishima: They wanted to meet behind Kosei.

Ren: That’s weirdly specific.

Mishima: I know, right?

Ren: Do they need an answer right away?

Mishima: Well, they would like one.

Mishima: They said “if you know the Phantom Thieves, please tell them. It is with the utmost urgency that I meet with them.”

Ren: Well, OK.

Ren: I’ll talk it over.

Ren: Thanks.

Mishima: NP

Mishima: And good luck.

Ren switched her chat to the Phantom Thief chat.

Ren: Guys, we may have a problem.

Ann: When you say that, it sounds serious.

Ryuji: It can’t be that bad.

Ren: Someone may have stumbled onto the Metaverse.

Ryuji: …

Ryuji: I take it back.

Sumire: May have?

Ren: It doesn’t sound like they’re sure, or would know what they’re dealing with.

Jose: Makes sense.

Ren: They want to meet with us right away.

Ren: I think we need to discuss this at lunch break.

Ryuji: Sounds good to me.

Ann: Oh, but Jose can’t be part of the conversation.

Jose: Don’t worry about me.

Jose: I’ll follow your lead.

Ren: Very well.

Ren: We’ll tell you afterward.

Ren: For the rest of you, let’s meet on the roof at lunch.

Sumire: Roger.

Ren was blushing from Sumire’s response. “So cute.” She prepared for school, and headed off.

At lunch, the five of them were on the roof, where Ren explained what Mishima had told them. “So,” Ann began surmising, “this ‘hidden_kitsune’ person messaged Mishima saying that they may know how we change hearts, and they want to meet us behind Kosei.”

“Pretty much,” Ren said.

“Huh?” Ryuji said. “Do you think they know?”

“I’m not sure,” Ren said. “The question is do we take the meeting?”

“Well, I think we gotta,” Ryuji answered.

“But how?” Ann asked. “This isn’t a thing we can just ask.” “Yeah, but what other choice do we have?” Ryuji argued back. “If they know, it’d be a problem.”

“If they didn’t know, it’d also be a problem,” Ann pointed out.

“Know what?” said an unfamiliar voice. They turned to find Makoto Nijima.

“Uh, nothing,” Ryuji said. “It’s just a thing between us friends.”

“Uh, yeah” Ann said. “Just a little inside joke.”

“I see,” Makoto said.

“What are you doing here anyways?” Ryuji inquired. “Shouldn’t you be off studying?”

“Or getting the teacher’s coffee?” Ann added.

“Um, aren’t you being a little harsh?” Sumire pointed out.

“Thank you,” Makoto said. She turned back to Ann and Ryuji. “I think you two should take a page out of her book.”

“Tch, I don’t care,” Ryuji said. “You’re just as bad as the teachers.”

“Yeah” Ann said with vitriol.

“Um, who are you?” Ren asked.

“Oh, my apologies,” Makoto said. “My name is Makoto Nijima. I am the student council president. I’m sorry I didn’t take the time to meet with you sooner.”

“I see,” Ren said.

“I bet she’s up here because the principal asked her to be,” Ryuji said.

“Well, not exactly” Makoto whispered to herself. She stood her ground. “I’ve heard rumors of students coming up here who aren’t permitted to. Tell me, what club are you in that allows you access to the roof?”

“Club?” Ryuji gasped.

“If you’re not part of any club, you aren’t allowed to meet on the roof,” Makoto insisted.

“Ugh, fine, we’ll get off” Ann said. “But can we finish what we were doing?”

Makoto looked at them sternly. “The punk former track star, the girl in all the Kamoshida rumors, the honor’s ballet student, and the transfer student. Quite an eclectic bunch.”

“What is this, an interrogation?” Ryuji said.

“I’m just amazed that the four of you are together,” Makoto replied.

“Well, a friendship like ours isn’t based on cliques, or the like,” Ann explained, “it comes from the heart.”

I see,” Makoto said. She turned to Ren. “By the way, I’ve been informed of your circumstances. I have yet to hear of any major problems from you. I take it that you’re adjusting well.”

Ren cocked her head. “Well, thanks to my friends here, yeah.”

“Hm. Interesting” Makoto said. She turned around. “I will allow you to finish up here, but after today only those allowed on the roof may come up here.”

“Oh, uh, thanks…” Ann said, slightly taken aback. Makoto left the roof.

“That was close,” Morgana said, coming in.

“I know right?” Ryuji added.

“Again, I think you might have been a little too harsh with her,” Sumire said.

“But she’s the student council president,” Ryuji replied. “She’s on the side of the school. If she found out what we’ve been doing, she’ll just tell the principal.”

“Maybe,” Sumire said, “but I don’t think that’s a reason to be mean to her.”

“Maybe…” Ann said. “But after the whole Kamoshida incident, it’s kind of hard to know who to trust in this school.”

“Well… maybe you could talk to Dr. Maruki about that…” Sumire said.

Ann seemed confused. “Really?”

Sumire nodded. “He did seem like he really wanted to help, even if some of his helpfulness was misguided. But I understand if you’d have trouble trusting him too.”

“Well, I guess it’s better than nothing,” Ann said. “But I think I’ll do that later. Right now, we have an important matter to discuss.”

“Right Lady Ann,” Morgana said. “What do we do about this person who contacted Mishima?”

“Hmmmmmm” they all thought.

“We don’t want to give ourselves away,” Ann reminded them.

“But we can’t do nothing,” Ryuji retorted. “If this person DOES have the information, we need to know how and why it slipped out.”

“Hold on. Why contact Mishima-senpai in the first place?” Sumire asked. “If they know how we operate, why meet with us at all?”

They all looked at Sumire. “That’s a very good point,” Morgana said.

“Indeed” Ren replied. “If they know and aren’t going to the police about it, they have to be uncertain about something.”

“Or they at least know that telling the police about a mysterious parallel world, it’ll only make you look crazy” Ann pointed out.

“Yeah. I mean, if they thought we were intimidating people, and supposedly witnessed it, the police are more likely to believe that” Ryuji added.

“So, it stands to reason that maybe this person DOES know,” Morgana said. “The only question is are they friend or foe? This whole meeting could be a trap.”

“Hm. As much as I don’t like it, I have to agree” Ren said. “What if we send someone in while the rest of us hang back. Then they’ll message us if everything’s above level.”

“Ooooo, I like that idea,” Ann said.

“But who do we send in?” Ryuji asked.

“I’ll go,” Ren replied.

“NO!” Sumire blurted out. “Sorry, it’s just that… well… if something were to happen…”

“She's right,” Ryuji said. “If there ARE cops, you’ll be screwed. ESPECIALLY with your record.”

“Besides, you’re our leader” Ann said. “Who’ll call the shots if you’re gone?”

“I could do that,” Morgana pouted.

“Morgana, now’s not the time for jokes,” Ryuji said.

“WHAT?! Say that to my face!” Morgana hissed back.

“Um, I know this is unconventional, but what about Jose?” Sumire said.

“Jose?” Ann asked.

Sumire nodded. “Of course, I don’t want anything bad to happen, but if something did, and he couldn’t escape, I don’t think they’d have anything on him.”

“Hmmmm” Ren thought. “She has a point. He’s in no way linked to Shujin, so there’s no motive for him to go after Kamoshida.”

“Also, he didn’t technically exist in our world until a little over a week ago,” Ryuji pointed out.

“That too,” Ren said.

“Hmmm. I’m still worried they might not know about the metaverse” Ann worried.

Ren looked around. “Don’t worry. We have the perfect method for testing that.”

“We do? What is it?” Morgana asked. Ren looked at him menacingly. “M-ME?!”

“It makes sense,” Ren said. “If someone’s been to the metaverse, they can hear you.”

“So, you want to send me in there with Jose and see if this person can hear me” Morgana reiterated.

“That sounds to be the plan,” Ren said.

“Maybe we can get a disguise for Jose,” Ryuji said excitedly. “So that way we know he’s safe.”

“Oo! And it could hide Morgana as well!” Ann said. “That way, we’ll have an advantage walking in.”

“It sounds like we have a plan,” Ren said. “So now let’s vacate the premises before Miss Student Council comes back.” They nodded and left. They explained the plan to Jose via text. Jose agreed to it eagerly, and said he could provide the costume. They agreed to meet in an alley by Kosei after school.

“Are we ready?” Jose asked.

“I think so,” Ren answered.

“Um, where did you get that costume?” Ryuji asked.

“Oh this?” Jose said, holding up a black robe. “I borrowed it from the theater department. I left a note promising to bring it back.”

“...I see,” Ryuji said.

Jose donned the robes. “OK Mr. Morgana. Come here.” Morgana was hesitant, but he jumped into Jose’s arms. Jose hid him with the sleeves. “Alright. Once I get the information, I’ll contact you right away.” Jose started walking off.

“Jose wait!” Sumire called out. She walked up to him and flipped his hood up. “There we go.”

“Thanks Sumire,” Jose said. He continued.

The thieves waved at them as they left. “I hope he’ll be alright,” Sumire said.

Jose sneaked his way to the back of Kosei. “Be careful” Morgana whispered.

“Don’t worry. You’re in good hands” Jose reminded him. Morgana wasn’t sure about that, but didn’t feel like arguing.

Eventually, they found themselves behind Kosei. There was only one person there, and much to their surprise, they recognized them. It was Yusuke. Jose shook Morgana gently to remind him to play his part. Morgana looked through the sleeves. “...Are you ‘hidden_kitsune’?”

“Huh?” Yusuke responded. “Why, yes I am. Are you one of the Phantom Thieves?”

So he CAN hear me Morgana thought to himself. Morgana continued. “You know this is a huge risk for me and my associates. How do we know you don’t have police officers waiting to arrest us?”

Yusuke seemed surprised. “I… I hadn’t thought of ambushing you. I see.. I still have a lot to learn it appears.”

Morgana was confused. His words seem sincere, but did that really not cross his mind? “Why did you contact us?”

Yusuke looked at them. “Well, I believe I know how you operate, and I want answers.”

“What kind of answers?” Morgana asked.

Yusuke was silent for a second. “What kind of place was that? Why do those things say they serve Madarame? Who was that other thief threatening to kill Madarame? And what happens if the Phantom Thieves don’t do anything?”

Morgana felt like Yusuke could be trusted. He looked up. “What do you think?”

“I think it’s safe,” Jose said. Yusuke was shocked. Morgana jumped out of the sleeve, while Jose took his hood off and messaged the group.

“Wait, you’re that new student,” Yusuke said. “You’re a Phantom Thief?”

“Yup,” Jose said.

“How did you change your voice so dramatically?” Yusuke asked.

“It’s because he wasn’t speaking,” Morgana said.

“WHAT?! A talking cat?! Oh my” Yusuke said.

Ren, Ann, Ryuji, and Sumire entered the scene. “Woah!” Ryuji said.

“Kitagawa-kun?! You’re ‘hidden_kitsune’?” Ann said.

“Takamaki-san?” Yusuke said, equally surprised. “You’re a Phantom Thief?”

“Ummm, yeah” Ann said. “We all are. That’s Ren, Ryuji, Sumire, you already know Jose, and right there is Morgana.”

“Hi,” Morgana said.

Yusuke looked the group over. “I see…”

“So, I’m guessing you want answers, right?” Ren asked. Yusuke nodded. “Well, let’s start with what you know. I feel like it’ll be easier that way.”

“Of course,” Yusuke said. “Last night, Madarame was burgled.”

“WOAH! Someone robbed Madarame?” Ryuji asked.

“No,” Yusuke replied. “Robbery is a crime that involves the use of violent acts upon someone in order to steal something. Burglary is a crime where someone just breaks into a structure that doesn’t belong to them in order to steal something.”

“Oh.. OK…” Ryuji said.

“Anyways,” Yusuke continued, “I heard some rumbling in the middle of the night, which woke me up. I went to investigate, and I saw someone breaking the lock on the door to Madarame’s secret room. A few seconds later, I saw him running out with something. I tried following him, but to no avail. Once he got a few blocks away, I lost him.”

“Wait, you chased him for a few blocks?” Ann asked. “That’s kind of impressive.”

“When I returned home, Madarame had woken up” Yusuke kept going. “He told me his security system was alerted and wondered what happened. However, when I explained everything, I got a… rather surprising response.”

“No Yusuke” Madarame told him. “I already checked. Nothing was stolen.”

“What?!” Yusuke said in shock. “But I clearly saw him make off with something. I chased him down to try and stop him.”

“And you did,” Madarame said. “You prevented him from taking anything. Good job Yusuke.”

“But no!” Yusuke said. “He had something in his arms.”

“Yusuke…” Madarame said calmly, but clearly indicating he was upset. “He didn’t take anything and that’s what we’re going to tell the police when they get here.”

“WHAT?!” Ryuji said upon hearing that. “That’s effed up!”

“So, what did you do?” Sumire asked.

“...I let Madarame talk with the police,” Yusuke answered. “I was still so stunned, both by the actions of the burglar, and Madarame. Once the police left, Madarame headed inside. I was still outside thinking to myself. As I was pondering, I ended up getting transported to a world beyond my imagination.”

“What did you say?” Ren asked.

Yusuke was surprised. We flash back to Yusuke standing in front of his home and wonder “Who would want to burgle Madarame-sensei’s shack?”

“Calculating” his phone said.

“Huh?” Yusuke said. Suddenly, the world started changing around him.

In the present, Yusuke held out his phone. It showed the app, and the three words to get into Madarame’s palace: Madarame, Shack, and, in white, Burglary. “Apparently, this app had gotten onto my phone and it transported me to that other world.”

“Sorry,” Ren said. “That must have happened when we ran into each other.”

“I see,” Yusuke said.

“So, what happened on the other side?” Ann asked.

“Ah, well, when I had arrived, I was a lot more confused,” Yusuke said.

“What’s going on?” Yusuke wondered at the entrance to Madarame’s palace. Yusuke looked at what Madarame’s humble abode had become: A giant museum adorned in gold. However, dotted along it were these splotches of ink, and in front of it was a lot of police tape.

Yusuke didn’t know what was going on. “What is this abomination?” he asked. “This gold covered building that only speaks to one’s own high praises. Even if it wasn’t messed up by those ink splotches, it would still be truly grotesque.”

“Hey!” a shadow called out. Yusuke turned to face it. It was dressed as a police officer. “Are you the one that wishes to steal from Lord Madarame’s museum?”

“Museum?” Yusuke. “You could hardly call that thing a building, let alone a museum.”

“HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT LORD MADARAME!” the shadow screamed. Just as it was about to attack Yusuke, the shadow was hit with ink. “What the?”

A sudden punch from a mysterious figure, and the shadow was no more. Yusuke looked over this mystery person. They were big and strong. They had a white shirt and black pants. His head and his hands were made up of ink. And in his head were these white pupil-less eyes and a smile of sharp white teeth.

Yusuke was panicking. “Heh he he” the figure said. “Don’t be scared. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. In fact, I could use your help with something” He walked over. Yusuke was confused, but followed.

Yusuke approached a big mural. On it was a painting of the exhibit building, and falling off of it was Madarame. Below him was a pile of flames. “What is this?”

“Heh, you like?” the figure said. “I’m thinking of debuting it on the final day of the exhibit. But I feel like it’s missing something. Yusuke. You’re the best artist I know. What do you think?”

Yusuke looked the image over. “Are you intending to do this in real life?”

“Yes,” the figure said. “I call it ‘The Fall of the Artist’. It’s poetic, really. As Madarame falls literally, it will be symbolic of his fall from grace when I tell the public who he really is, as well as his descent into the flames of Hell itself. Truly a fitting end to that monster.”

Yusuke was unnerved. “Well, if you wish to go through with that, I doubt most people would recognize the symbolism. If he falls, most people are going to pay attention to the bloody mess that ensues.”

“You’re RIGHT Yusuke!” the figure said. “That’s EXACTLY what’s missing. And I know just what to do.” He splashed some ink on the painting. The ink dissolved, revealing a noose around Madarame’s neck. “It’s perfect. Even as his body stops, his soul will continue to fall. Imagine it. Falling forever into darker and darker territory from his perch high upon the art world. He will no longer be adored. He will be ridiculed. He will be PUNISHED!”

“Hold on,” Ryuji said, interrupting. “You… You told this guy how to more artfully murder Madarame?”

“Well, he was asking an art question,” Yusuke explained. “As an artist, I had to help.”

“...That’s ...not the point,” Ryuji said.

Ren sighed. “Please continue,” she instructed.

“Naturally, I was horrified,” Yusuke said.

“You can’t kill Madarame!” he told the figure.

The figure laughed. “Madarame keeps doing whatever the Hell he wants. Time and time again, he will punish those who oppose him ever so slightly. He is so absorbed with himself that he forgets that other people have feelings. I will put a stop to it!”

“But this is wrong,” Yusuke said.

“Heh” the figure chuckled. “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t expect you to understand or follow me in this. After all, you still have a future.” He pointed behind Yusuke. “Just keep going straight and you will leave. I promise you.”

Yusuke wasn’t sure how to handle this, but he did want to leave. Well, whoever this figure is, they defeated that other thing with one punch. If they did wish to see my demise, they would have done so by now. Yusuke nodded and walked off.

“After that I found myself back in the real world” Yusuke finished. “When I came to school this morning, I used one of the computers to contact the admin to get in contact with you.”

“I see,” Ren said.

“Now that I have laid my soul bare, perhaps you would be obliged to do the same” Yusuke said.

“Of course” Ren said. She explained to Yusuke about all of the intricacies of the metaverse, Eris, palaces, and Persona, as well as everything they’ve heard about Madarame, with the help of her teammates of course.

“Huh. How amusing” Yusuke said.

“...That’s a bit of an odd reaction,” Morgana said.

“Well, I’ve already seen this metaverse” Yusuke explained. “I have no reason to doubt anything you just said.”

“...I guess…” Morgana said.

“If you think about it, it’s a nice outlook to have,” Sumire said.

“So Yusuke,” Ann said. “If we wish to stop whoever’s doing this, that means we’re going to have to change Madarame’s heart. Are you able to handle that?” Yusuke went silent. “It’s just… you got defensive when that guy called Madarame out in front of us yesterday. Are… are you able to handle anything that comes out about Madarame?”

Yusuke stood still. “The truth is, I’ve known about Madarame’s… less glamorous side for quite some time now. But, it was always hard for me to say anything. My father died before I was born, and my mother died when I was only three. Madarame has taken care of me my whole life.

I couldn’t… oppose that. He was kind enough to take me in when I had nowhere else to go. I don’t know how to oppose that.” Yusuke steeled his resolve. “But I would rather not let him die. If the choice is between that and facing my insecurities, then so be it. I will see this through.”

Ann was impressed. “Yusuke.”

“Come! I shall guide you” Yusuke said. “To the palace!”

“Wait, you’re coming too?!” Ryuji shouted.

“Why not? I’ve been there before” Yusuke answered.

“He’s not wrong,” Jose said.

“Plus he has the app” Ren pointed out. “That has to mean something.” Ryuji relented.

“Oh, wait,” Jose said. I have to do something quick. I’ll be right back.” He left. A few minutes later he came back with his own clothes. “Alright, now that that robe has been returned to the theater department, let’s go.” They nodded and started heading off.

“Oh, by the way,” Ann asked, “could you tell us more about that Kosuke guy?”

“How do you know his name?” Ryuji asked.

Ann sighed. “When he was talking to Yusuke yesterday, he referred to himself as ‘big bro Kosuke’.”

“Huh” Ryuji said.

Yusuke seemed a bit embarrassed. “Kosuke Ogawa. He was one of Madarame’s pupils up until a few years ago. He had been working under Madarame for quite some time. However, things got really heated between the two of them.

As you mentioned, I haven’t seen a pupil of Madarame’s become an artist of their own merit. Almost all of them had left. But with Kosuke, it was different. Kosuke threatened Madarame as he left. Although, it has yet to come to anything.”

“Yeah, until now” Ryuji jumped in. Yusuke was curious. “We believe he’s the guy taking over Madarame’s place.”

“Huh” Yusuke said. “I guess it makes sense.” They arrived at Madarame’s. “Alright, we are here.”

“Very well,” Ren said. She took out her phone. “Madarame. Shack. Burglary.”

“Navigating” her phone said. The world warped around them. “You have arrived.

Yusuke saw everyone in their Phantom Thief attire. “Oh my!”

Ren was confused. “I thought we told you about our outfits. Did we not?”

“No, you did,” Yusuke said. “But seeing them in another thing entirely.”

Ryuji looked up. “Well, I could say the same to you.” All the thieves were now looking at the museum.

“How gauche” Ann remarked.

“Truly, a horrific addition to the skyline” Morgana remarked.

“Let’s bring it down!” Ren said, rallying her team.

“YEAH!” they all cheered.

“Yusuke!” called out Madarame’s voice. They all looked and saw a fleet of shadows guarding Madarame. However this Madarame was wearing gold robes, had his hair tied in a top knot, had big eyebrows, and was wearing lipstick. “Who are these hooligans? And why are you out here in the first place?”

“That’s Madarame’s shadow!” Morgana pointed out.

Yusuke stepped towards Madarame. “Madarame-sensei. I have come to stand up to you.”

“Stand up? To me? That’s rich” Madarame said.

“SILENCE!” Yusuke demanded. “I know first hand how cruel you can be at times. But I’ve always accepted it because you’ve shown me a kindness like no other. I wish to see that Madarame once again.

However, a threat has been made upon your life. I cannot stand by while someone murders you. This can change. You can stop this now, or we can steal your treasure. What will you choose?”

“Um, did he just say ‘we’?” Ryuji said.

Madarame looked at them. He then bursted out laughing. “You think I took you in out of kindness? HA! I took you in because you could serve me well.”

“What?” Yusuke said in shock and horror.

“There’s no point in hiding it anymore,” Madarame said. “If you’re going to challenge me like this, then I guess I have to tell you the truth. ‘Madarame the Humble Artist’ is nothing but a front. I love the money, the fame, all of it. Art is my method in which to acquire those things. And pupils such as yourself are there to serve me.”

“But… but what about the beauty? The meaning of each stroke? The way in which life imitates art, and art imitates life?” Yusuke asked.

“Ha! If people find that in art, more power to them” Madarame said. “But all of that means nothing. I just filled your head with that mumbo jumbo so that it would make it harder for you to oppose me. Not like it paid off.”

Yusuke felt ill. “You’re disgusting!” Sumire called out. “Using your students. Your craft. All to make you look good. It’s sickening.”

“She’s right,” Jose added. “I’ve only been to Kosei for a couple of days now, but I know that a master should be able to bring out the best in their work. However, the only thing you seem interested in doing that with is yourself.”

Everyone else was surprised. Ren smiled. “I couldn’t agree more!” Kosuke said from the shadows, prompting everyone to be on guard. A wave of ink hit some of the shadows guarding Madarame. Kosuke’s shadow came in kicking one of the shadows and destroying it. He destroyed a few more. “You’re next Madarame!”

“WAIT!” Yusuke said, charging in.

“Hm” Madarame said. “Guards! Take care of them all.” Madarame retreated into his museum.

Kosuke tried to chase him, but Yusuke wouldn’t let him. The thieves stopped the shadows from attacking either of them. “Why are you letting him get away? It’s obvious he doesn't care for art. All he cares about is himself.”

“Well you’re acting no better than him!” Yuuke retorted.

Kosuke took offence to that. “Of course I’m better than him! Do you even know what I stole from him?” Yusuke was curious. “I stole the original Sayuri.”

“WHAT?” Yusuke said. “But how?”

“Uh, what’s the Sayuri?” Ryuji asked, fighting off another shadow.

“It’s one of Madarame’s most famous works,” Jose explained, assisting Ryuji with a shadow. “It's a painting of a woman with a look that has intrigued millions.”

“It also went missing quite some time ago,” Yusuke said.

“Heh heh. You really believed that?” Kosuke said. “Well, of course you did. I’m the only one who found out the truth. Madarame faked the disappearance of the Sayuri. He did that to create forgeries and pass them off as the real thing to people with too much money on their hands.”

“He what?” Yusuke said.

“So there’s no reason you should believe that he and I are the same,” Kosuke finished.

Yusuke chuckled. “And yet, I do.” Kosuke was surprised. “The both of you are using your art for selfish means. Madarame to aggrandize himself, and you to get revenge. Well I won’t allow it!

I won’t let you both taint art. I won’t hold on to foolish hopes that either grievance can be corrected easily. For now on, I will do my best to see the world for what it is. I will do my best to capture its beauty and its ugliness. And I will do my best to change it through means in which I can be proud of!”

"Have you finally come to your senses?” A voice in Yusuke’s head asked. Yusuke began struggling. “How foolishly you averted your eyes from the truth. A deplorable imitation indeed. Best you part from that aspect of yourself! Let us now forge a contract.”

Yusuke was breathing heavily. A mask appeared on his face. “Very well.”

“I am thou, thou art I...The world is filled with both beauty and vice. It is time you teach people which is which!”

Yusuke grabbed his mask. “Goemon!” he called as he ripped his mask off, a small geyser of blood popping off of his face. He was now wearing a blue jumpsuit with a white collar, white boots, a sash, and a tail. “This is my resolve!”

Kosuke was frightened. He shook it off. “Heh. Well, if that’s how it’s gotta be, then that’s how it’s gotta be! If you want to steal his heart, you have until the final day of the exhibit. But don’t think for a second I, OR Madarame will make it easy on you.”

“Hm” Ren said, defeating another shadow. “I thought you hated being compared to Madarame.” Kosuke hissed at her. He then created a puddle of ink and slipped through it. Yusuke tried to catch him, but the puddle disappeared.

“Hey!” Ann called. “We’ll worry about him later. For now, let’s take care of these guys!” Yusuke nodded and joined in the fight.

With Yusuke by their side, the shadows were defeated hand over fist. “Wow. How exhilarating” he said. “Ugh.” he perched himself on his sword.

“Yusuke!” Ann said.

“He must be tired from his awakening,” Morgana said.

“Well then, let’s retreat for now!” Sumire said. “We can come back later!” They all nodded and helped Yusuke leave the palace.”

Once outside, everyone felt exhausted. “Tell me…” Yusuke said. “Will this happen every time we go in there?”

Ren smiled. “You get used to it.”

“I see…” Yusuke said.

“So… does this mean you’re joining us?” Ryuji asked.

“Of course,” Yusuke said. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, if you’re joining us, wanna exchange information with everyone?” Ann asked.

“Oh… sure,” Yusuke said. They exchanged contact information and added Yusuke to the group chat.

Ann looked around. “It’s getting kind of late. Maybe we should call it here for the day.”

Yusuke’s stomach growled. “Forgive me,” he said. “It appears I have worked up quite an appetite.”

Ryuji put his hand on Ren’s shoulder. “I’ve got this,” he said. “If you all wanna head home, I can take care of our new buddy here.”

“Are you sure?” Ren asked.

“Totally” Ryuji responded. “There’s this beef bowl place I’ve been meaning to try out, and I think he’d like it as well.”

“Hm” Yusuke said. “Very well, I shall take you up on that.”

“Alright then” Ren said. “Let’s meet up tomorrow and discuss our plans going forward.”

“Agreed” Yusuke said. Everyone else nodded along. They all headed out.

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heythrrdelilah · 5 years ago

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A/N: THis was written as a request for @hermionejacobs who requested: ‘ I love you page and the holiday list idea, so I wanted to ask if you could write a Sam Winchester x reader for the hometown/new coffee shop owner prompt at Christmas time. Love you x’

Thank you so much for requesting! You are super sweet! Thank you for the compliment! Love Ya! I hope you enjoy! This was my favorite of all of the prompts and it was the only one requested so I’m excited quite frankly. This note is after I finished writing: Sorry that it ended so abruptly, i ended up liking it so much that i might turn it into a full fic on wattpad or AO3. If i didn’t finish it now I would get too carried away. Sorry. Also, if I do continue this, I will change up the way they get together.

Word count: 2,564

Warnings/tags: Fluff, abrupt ending, Holiday, Hallmark level Cheesy

Pairings: Sam x Reader au

As you stepped off the plane at 9 in the morning, you could only think of two things; where to get your morning cup of coffee, and the nearest heater. Luckily, the airport was warm after you got out of the long glass tube from the plane to the gate. You pulled your carry on behind you as you tried to remember the way to the baggage claim. It had been a while since you had been home. You helped film a baking competition in LA for the last 6 years. It was your lifelong dream and everyone knew it, however, with all of the holiday episodes and year round filming, you never made it home for holidays. This year, you managed to take a two week vacation for the holidays. You hadn’t told any of your family however. You wanted it to be a surprise. Especially to your parents. You knew that the family were all going to be at your parents house this year, your grandparents coming down from Niagara on the Lake. It was the perfect time to come home.

Your metallic pink suitcase came slowly around the carousel, the airport being small there were only four carousels for luggage making it easy to find yours. You pulled it off and walked outside. The cold peircing your skin. This was one fact you had never missed about your hometown. It was freezing. The snow covered the ground like a thin white blanket, the morning sun barely making it glisten. The airport traffic was slow, making it easy to find a taxi. You watched the familiar town pass before you as you watched out of the window. Your old high school empty, except for Mr. Stylinski’s car, your old theater teacher. He was always there late and it seemed nothing had changed.

As the car pulled into your old neighborhood, you noticed that the neighbors Christmas lights were even more extravagant than you remembered. The taxi pulled next to your driveway and you stared in awe at the Gastovs sparkly lights in their trees, fake Icecicles around their house that shown lights, and even the inflatable Christmas land that includes a Santa, elves, frosty, and a snow globe you could stand in with fake snow trickling around you by air. The snow on the ground only an accent. You stepped out into the brisk air and pulled your suitcase, carry on, and purse along with you. Your parents had their usual fairy lights on the trees and plastic reindeer out front. Classics. Your moms car was in the driveway, meaning your dads truck was in the garage. Everything was exactly the same. You took a deep breath, walked to your espresso colored childhood home door, and knocked three times. You heard chattering around and a jingle of the door knob before the warm air welcomed you. Your mothers face lit up. She was taller than you, as you are a rather short individual, so when she excitedly wraps her arms around you without a word, you felt as though you were tackled. “Hey mom,” You laughed, dropping your luggage and hugging her back. You had a stream of tears rolling off of your face out of nowhere. You had not expected to be this excited to see your mom, however, all of the feelings rushed out at once.

“(Y/N/N)... what...how… why…?” Your mom asked all of the obvious questions while in shock. You laughed and pulled away from her hug, “Let’s go inside and talk about it. I’m freezing.” She nodded, rubbing both of your arms with her palms like firewood. You walked into the familiar living room instantly feeling like you were 17 again. The suede couch against the wall, tv against the windows by the front door. You placed your luggage down by the entrance to the hallway. The air felt like you stepped into a fire pit, which was nice. "Where is dad?" You asked, walking into the kitchen. It was remodeled like you had planned. Your mom FaceTime you everyday after you had sent the money for the contractors. You two spent three months of face timing every minute you had to plan this kitchen. The marble tiles, the rose gold finishing on the white cabinets.The double ovens next to the fridge.

Your mom walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a coffee tin. "He went to work. You know your father. He can't ever relax. Coffee is empty. How about we head downtown? Catch up over some coffee?" She smiled, tossing the can into the trash. "Dads truck is in the garage?" You asked walking over to the door that lead to the garage. She shrugged shaking her head, "the garage door broke yesterday so he took a cab to work. I told him to take my car but he left it in case of an emergency." She explained, grabbing her keys. She took her purse from the table and walked back into the living room, slipping on her boots. They were like men's work shoes but had fluffr on the top edges. She was wearing jeans and a heavy coat now. She looked at you as she opened the door, "we need to go shopping, it seems. Looks like you've forgotten your coat." She walked right out of the door, you following close. She left the door unlocked. For a moment you forgot about safety, but in this town, neighbors watch out for each other. It was nothing like LA.

On the car ride you explained all of the funny stories working on the baking competition show, along with crazy LA stories in general. Your mom had missed you, you just hadn't known how much. You made a mental note to come back more.

Downtown, your mom pulled into a meter-less parking spot, one thing you missed most. You got out into the brisk air and followed your mom down the brick road sidewalk. "Let's get coffee first so you can hold something warm while we shop," She opened the glass door to a shop you hadn't recognized. The warm air and espresso smells swirled around your being. Enlightening you. "Is this place… new?" You asked, looking around the brick walked, wooden table, couch filled room. Your town hadn't had any thing new in years. If it did, it was usually a new business from someone already from town. The line was short and students were spread across couches and tables, on their phones or laptops. It was definitely the hot spot in town for college ages to be out this early. The town had a k-12 school that also doubled as a community college. This meant most of the people who were born here, never leave. You were rare.

"Well, it has been here for about five yeaes, " She smiled. You look at the menu, it was quite modern. It fit the LA style you were used to. The building was fashionable to a classic coffee shop as well. Kind of like central perk on F•R•I•E•N•D•S. You scrunched your brows, "the McCall girl? She finally opened one? " You stared at the menu board in aw. The baristas was no where in sight, explaining the line not moving. Your mom shook her head, "No, Scarlet teaches art for the middle school now. You wouldn't know the owner. He moved to town just for the location to open this shop. Smart business move." You nodded. Indeed. The first new business from an outsider in centuries. Also a coffee shop which was better than the McDonalds 20 minutes out of town.

The line began moving and you were next. As you saw the man behind the counter, in a red flannel, sleeves rolled up, hair a little long but tucked neatly behind his ears. His Kaliedescope eyes and kind facial features smiling down at your mom. He was making your stomach dance just by looking at him. This had to be the new outsider. "Mrs. (Y/l/n), good morning. Your usual? Winter special?" His deep voice made your mom smile, she nodded. His eyes darted to you. He stood tall over even your mother. This meant he towered over you. Even behind the counter, leaning with both palms ontop, arms extended. "I haven't seen you before? New to town? Mrs. (Y/L/N), is the perfect your guide I can say from personal experience," He spoke happily. You smiled shaking your head but your mother chimed in, "this is actually my daughter, (y/n)." She interlocked her arm with yours, wizard of Oz style. You waved, "nice to meet you…" You left a space for him to fill in his name.

"Sam. Sam Winchester. Wow! Your mom here raves about you. Says you haven't been home in six years? You must like California?" There was no one in line behind you yet, so he was able to have this conversation. “It’s not too bad. I’ve wanted to come home, just never had the time,” Why were you explaining yourself to a handsome stranger? You had no idea. “Well, let me guess, sugar-free salted carmel cuppaccino… bone dry?” how the hell did he know that? You nod once, eyebrows raised and eyes widened. “You’re good,” You giggled, handing over your card. Your mom tried fighting you off but you hadn’t allowed that. He shook his head, ringing your order up and tearing off the reciept, “It’s on the house. Welcome back.” He then turned and began making the coffee. Your mom pulled you to an empty red couch against a wall with a coffee table in front. You both sat waiting. “He’s handsome isn’t he?” Your mom finally broke the silence. You burst into laughter as your mom waggled her brows at you. This was embarrassing. “He’s okay,” You lied through your teeth. Along with the looks, he was kind and charming. A perfect trio. A few minutes later, Sam had brought your drinks over, setting them on the table. “Mind if I sit? It’s a slow morning,” Sam asked, sitting in the chair across from the couch. You shook your head. Your mom looked at her phone, swiftly picked up her coffee and stood up. “Come to think of it, I have a nail appointment I made last week, I was going to cancel when you arrived, however, honey these nails need to be done, " She spoke, leaving the shop before you could protest. You were left, awkwardly drinking your coffee in front of this Man, when you came to be with your family. "Your mom is really nice. she showed me around the first week, " Sam spoke, eyeing you intensely. "She talked about you always, yet she never showed me a picture of you. Kind of a shame. You're gorgeous, " He spoke nonchalantly.

Your cheeks turned red, you knew this because of the heat you felt radiating off of them. You were blushing. This was highly unlike you. "Um… thanks… you're um… not bad yourself," You flirt. Wait…flirting? What has gotten into you? You are asking yourself so many questions but all of the answers were clear. He was hot. He was kind too. He leaned over the table. "Maybe I could show you around too?privately?" He asked. You shook your head, "I'm from here. Remember? Also, I am back for two weeks for my family." You laughed, sipping your coffee. He watched you intently before quickly shuffling to his feet. He walked to the back and returned moments later. He carried a heavy tan jacket. "Take my jacket until you find a heavy one for yourself. Or just return it after your trip. An LA gurl must be broke with the high living expenses and al?" He placed his jacket around your shoulders and sat beside you on the couch. Wow! What a gentlemen? "I am not broke. I help direct and edit a baking competition show," You flick a grow at him, sipping your coffee. He leaned back nodding his head, seemingly impressed. “So you must know a thing or two about baking?” He questioned. You shrug. You had learned a lot more while on the job, however baking was a hobby of yours. “Well, yes. However, I am better at directing and editing. Need a commercial?” You were joking, obviously, however he did not see it that way. He nods, placing his elbows on his knees, intently looking at you, “Lets do it.”

As simple as that phrase may have been, you spent the next week setting up a commercial for him. You began spending more time with Sam, than your own family, which you didn’t mind. You two had connected in ways you never imagined you would with anyone.

On film day, you arrived dressed warmly, wearing Sam’s jacket as you had this whole trip. If you hadn’t needed to buy a jacket you wouldn’t. You were smart with your money. The local film students at the community college have been working with you all week on this project. This was a perfect opportunity to build their portfolio and they worked for free, which Sam liked.

“Scene!” You shout after the final shot was edited. You were pretty fast with editing, especially on commercials because they were short in length. The college students had left to finish their versions to put in their portfolios as their own, while you did the official editing. Sam walked swiftly over to you, your coffee in his hand. He sat back on the couch as you hit play. “This… this is amazing! You’re so talented!” Just then, his soft lips crashed into yours. It felt sudden. You only knew him for a week. Yes, your souls connected, maybe that is why you hadn’t pulled away. His lips were soft, warm, and had a slight hint of coffee. When he pulled away your heart sank suddenly. Had you wanted it to continue? “Sorry…” He stuttered. He looked worried, “I respect you. I promise. I just… i think you’re amazing.” Your cheeks turn bright pink as you looked at him. You press your fingers gently on your lips and giggle softly, “Since when do you drink Salted Carmel Cuppuccino’s?” He chuckled, relaxing once more. “It’s fine. I think you’re pretty amazing too,” You state, placing your hand on his knee. He lets out a deep breath, before leaning closer to you. His voice was shaky but rasp, “Stay? Your mom misses you. You could always run a show here? The city is only an hour away you could find a job there?” This was too fast for you. This wasn’t some lifetime christmas movie. “Listen… I just met you a week ago. Thats too big of a decision,” You state, feeling your heart pounding through your chest. “I get that… you feel it too though. This...this connection between us. How else am I supposed to see you? I want... this. I want you,” he has his hand on your cheek now. His palms were always warm from the coffee cups. “Facetime. Planes. For right now… that’s all this can be. A long-distance… getting to know you,” You state before getting up from your seat. You no longer could sit here and leave him hanging like this.

You kept your word, however. When you returned to LA after your eventful trip home, you kept in touch. Talking everyday.

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prorevenge · 6 years ago

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Don't bully my cousin!

Trigger Warning: Suicide attempt(s)

Background: My cousin is on the chubbier side of the scale, and used to get picked on all the time. I myself am heavyset, and I wrestled in high school. That becomes important later.

Cast: Bully- B, Bully's mom- BM, Cousin- C, Me-M, Principal- P

Story: When my cousin was in the seventh grade he was being picked on mercilessly by this bully at his school. The bully would call him names all the time, names those of us who were bullied for size have heard. The bully never stopped, even going so far as to bully him on Facebook in the wee hours of the night. My cousin, who rarely cries about anything, came to me crying because of it. I told him to go to a teacher or something about it, and he said he did but the bullying only got worse. My breaking point was when I found my cousin in the bathtub with cuts on his wrist from attempting suicide. I. Was. Pissed!

My cousin was out of school for a few weeks, but it was at the end of the year so nobody really noticed. When he was healed up enough my aunt asked me to talk to him, since I was his favorite cousin. After an hour of talking our conversation went something like this.

C: How did you deal with bullies?

M: I just stopped listening to them, no matter how much they drove me crazy

C: I've tried that, but B trips me and kicks me and all that.

M: I took up wrestling in the 8th grade, maybe you should try that.

C: I would, but he's on the wrestling team and he'd make more fun of me

M: *Idea pops up* Hey, I'm trying to cut weight for next season, how about we work out together?

C: What do you mean?

M: I'll help you get stronger and leaner, and maybe teach you some wrestling stuff

C: Sure!

We went to his mom who agreed to the idea. For the next few weeks of summer break I worked out with him daily, aside from weekends so he had rest periods, and every Monday, Wednesday and Friday we worked on wrestling skills, mostly takedowns, and I began teaching him some MMA stuff I picked up, but I strictly told him not to do that if he were to wrestle, automatic disqualification. By the end of the summer, roughly three months later, he was thirty pounds lighter and a bit more muscular, and I myself was down fifty(I worked out daily), and he had a decent arsenal for dealing with the bully.

I got asked to tutor some kids during my spare time, which was limited during Theater and Wrestling seasons, but I pulled it off nonetheless. It was during the spring, after Wrestling was done and over with, that I caught my cousin dealing with his bully. This little prick tripped my cousin and made him drop his books and a project he was doing in one of his classes(Last thing was Study Hall, so he was returning a GLASS JAR with sugar water to science). My cousin got up and glared at the bully, and told him to back off. I crossed my arms to enjoy the show. B tried to punch my cousin who simply did a Judo throw(Which was easy since B's punching posture was super crappy), and took him to the ground before laying into him with punches. It took myself and FIVE teachers to pull the boys apart and take them to the office for P to deal with. I don't know what happened for the first bit of it, but I got called in and asked a few questions.

P: M, did you teach C how to fight?

M: Yes I did

P: Why did you do that?

M: Because B was harassing him for his size, kicking him, tripping him, and generally being a prick to C(I have no filter)

P: Language. Do you have any evidence of this?

M: You have cameras all over the school, don't you?

P: Yes, why?

M: C, give him a few dates to look up

C: *Rattles off a few dates for P to look at*

P: *Watches various clips of C being abused by B* B, I'm gonna need to call your mother in... *Proceeds to page his secretary to call B's mom, who got there in five minutes*

BM: WHY IS MY SON IN TROUBLE?!

M: For fighting and bullying

BM: That's absurd, B would never-

P: *Turns his screen around so she can see the recordings* His actions warrant suspension, easily. Reasons are for bullying, harassment, assault on a student and faculty( Apparently he broke a teacher's nose when we broke them up), and destruction of school property(The jar). As well as-

C: Um, P? He's done this to other kids too

P: Excuse me?

C: *Explains that B was doing the same thing to six other students, including one female student.*

P: *Red as could be* Never mind. C, you're getting a three-day suspension for fighting. B, You're required to attend the School Board meeting tonight, we'll be discussing whether or not to expel you. C, M, you may leave.

P called my aunt and told her what happened. As I took C home I could hear my aunt on the phone, and I distinctly remember hearing her say "He stood up for himself, so I'm proud", before hanging up and hugging my cousin and I. The next day when I went in P called me to the office and told me that B had been expelled, and actually commended me for teaching C to defend himself. I simply told him nobody messes with my family and went to work.

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nbcreepere · 5 years ago

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Beauty and the Stinky Boi (Remus x Reader) FULL BOOK

CHAPTER 1 I met Thomas a while back when he ran into me at a park. He was recording some sort of video and was walking backwards colliding into me. After that we decided to hang out. I found out he was a creative person who couldn’t help but love Disney and theater. He was also a great singer. After a few months of being his friend he showed me his sides. When I had watched the videos on them it was… well weird. I knew there was a creative, feelings, logic, anxiety, and lying side, so when he said he wanted me to meet them, I was confused. Weren’t they just him in costumes but with different voices? I went inside his house and he asked if i was thirsty. I politely denied hoping he wouldn’t be upset. He walked to the living room and had me sit down. “Ok so, are you ready to meet the others?” He asked with a smile. I can’t lie, I was scared and was hoping he wasn’t crazy. “Yes I am…” I tell him. Soon the people from his videos rose up and were right in front of me. There was the prince, the anxiety, the dad, the teacher, and the snake dude. That’s was the only way to describe them. The dad dude was the first to talk.“Hiya Thomas! What’s new!” His voice was filled with happiness. “Well, Patton,” I caught the name of the dad and did my best to remember it, “I brought my friend (y/n) and wanted to introduce you guys!” Thomas exclaimed in a happy manner. Patton looked over as though a puppy had done something adorable and waved,“Hi (y/n), I’m Patton!” He gave this big smile and I was still shocked that they were real. I soon stuttered out a hi. “The name is Logan.” The teacher told me. His hand was extended for a hand shake and I excepted. The prince came over and gave a slight bow.“I am Roman.” He said in a royalty tone. The one in a hoodie just stayed on the stairs and told me his name.“It’s nice to meet you Virgil…” I went ignored as he popped in some head phones. The snake dude and Thomas were arguing but I didn’t mind. “Just say ‘Hi I’m Deceit’ and you can finish it off with how you want.” Thomas’ words would only come to me slowly and piece by piece, leaving some words out. Soon the snake dude came over to me. “Hello, I am NOT Deceit, I WILL talk to you more so please, DON’T leave me alone.” He said. I was confused by this and then Thomas explained it. “Well, that makes more since now.” I giggled. "Now listen (y/n), there is some one else… but, you wouldn’t like him.“ Thomas tells me. I look at him with my eyes filled with confusion. "What do you mean?” I asked. Roman joined in. “Trust me he is a horrible man, the Duke that is. You wouldn’t like him… None of us do…” He snarled. “I might like him…” Roman, Thomas, and the others looked at me in shock. “You like him?” Roman asked with venom in his voice. “Well yeah, everyone deserves a chance to be liked… no matter who they are…” I looked down some what knowing how it felt to be not liked. Roman slightly scoffed at me. “Fine, I won’t say I told you so.” I nod at his words of a some what warning.“I’m ready to meet the Duke.” I say with confidence… CHAPTER 2 "But who will take you? I sure wont.“ Roman said turning away. Deceit grunted and walked over."I’m NOT going there so you may NOT come with.” He told me. I stood up and nodded. “Just remember (Y/N), if you need or want us to come get you just walk out of his room and call one of us, I’ll even come to get you and I’m scared of that place.” Patton said. “I will, but I will also try to know Duke before I judge.” Virgil has turned around and wont look at me, Roman is obviously angry, Patton is scared for me, and Logan just looked at me saying,“He can’t harm you unless you let him, and he’s not even that scary.” Patton calmed down at Logan’s words. I nodded and told Deceit I was ready to go. He grabbed my wrist a little too hard, but soon we were in what I believe is the mind palace. “This is the dark sides part of the palace, that is why it is NOT complacently dark and gloomy.” He says. He then points to the end of a hall on my right. “The very last door is his… I’d say knock and step back… he’s- well, we aren’t use to company.” I started to walk off and down the hall. I was filled with dread and a seance that i should run away, but I still went on words. The deeper I went into the hall the messier and grosser it got. The smell of it all burned my nose and I wanted to vomit. I put my shirt over my nose to some what block the stench. I finally reached the door and did the normal three knocks to get the persons attention and then took a step back. In a minute the smell went away and I was able to take my shirt off my nose. The door swung open and revealed a man with a mustache and a gray/grey (It’s spelled both ways and don’t know what one to put so sorry!) streak of hair. “What do you want Dubb-” He stopped realizing that I wasn’t who he thought I was. “Who are you?” He asked. “You are the Duke right? I’m (Y/N). I came to meet you.” He looked at me up and down trying to find something. “Yes, I am the Duke… who sent you and why? Is it pity? Did they do it out of pity?” He asked becoming upset. I shook my head,“ No, I wanted to meet you and get to know you. They actually told me that I shouldn’t and wouldn’t like you, but I thought I should give you a chance…” The feelings I had before were slowly getting worst until he grabbed my wrist and dragged me into his room. I was now standing at a desk and staring at papers and different things that were crafted by hand. I picked up a few papers and looked at them. They were crudely drawn and were a little disturbing. I put them down and switched it out for the stitched creepy animals. “This is a lot of my works! Some things need more blood, some more violence.” He said. I looked at him putting the idem down.“What side are you, exactly?” I asked. He looked up and I could tell he was hiding his sadness because only a hint of it showed. “I’m creativity! Well, I’m the dark twisted thoughts and well, you’ve seen some of them.” He said trying to sound confident. I looked down at the drawings again and it all came together. “Why don’t the others like you?” He some what walked off and he still answered the question.“They don’t like me because I’m not a good thing. It’s why I was alone for so many years, and why I decided to have a sudden out burst.” I nodded my head knowing how it had felt. “I understand where you’re coming from.” He looked at me shocked but had tried to hide it fast.“How?” He asked. CHAPTER 3 I looked at him and debated on weather or not to tell him. “I… I’m sorry I haven’t even told Thomas yet… I’m not fully comfortable with it…” I said apologetically. I could tell he was looking at me just dying to know. It was quiet for few minutes then he spoke up. “What’s you’re most disturbing thought?” He asked. “Well…” I stared to go on and on with it and he would jump in and give better ways of doing it. I could tell he got comfort from talking about dark things and he relaxed a lot more. He started talking about ideas he had and wanted Thomas too do, but was shut down each time. “I’ve seen you’ve drawn some and made others. I think they are… well…” I started thinking of a good word to say without hurting his feelings. “Terrible, horrific, nightmare educing…” He started. I cut in again to finish.“No, I would say I find them interesting. This right here,” I got up and went over to the table picking up a drawing I saw earlier. It was of a zombie unicorn. I showed him it and finished.“I really like it.” He smiled and I thought his face would crack in half with how big it was. We talked for a few hours and I noticed the time. “I hate to leave, but I have to get home for dinner. How about we hang out more?” I asked.“That would be fun! I’ve never had a friend to hang out with besides D and Emo, but Emo doesn’t visit any more.” He said. “Ok then how about… Monday’s and Friday’s?” I asked. He looked at what I think was a scheduled and set it aflame. “Yeah! My schedule’s cleared for everyday now!” I giggled at his joke. “Ok then. I’m gonna go hang with the others tomorrow if you want to join.” I told him and he was fast to reply.“I’m not allowed to… but I’ll try for you.” I gave a smile and said bye. Once I was out the door I called for one of the sides. Patton came down gave me a bear hug and got me out. He pushed me back when we were in front of the others. “Are you ok? Did he hurt you? Did he hold you captive? D-” I stopped the worried Patton an told him I was fine. “All we did was talk and get to know each other. We decided to hang on Monday’s and Friday’s, and I can hang with you guys any other days.” Roman was shocked, and Thomas was scared but had a scene of hope. “If everything goes well he might leave me alone without all those thoughts… I’m fine with you two hanging on those days, but if he does anything then Roman can handle it.” Thomas said. “Yes I will!” Roman stated loudly. Logan rolled his eyes.“(y/n) will be fine. Remus has a new friend and wont bother losing said friend because he doesn’t have any.” I was about to correct him, but my alarm went off. “I’m sorry Thomas I have to go. My roomie just finished dinner and if I want it warm I have to go now. See ya tomorrow?” I asked. “Yeah, tomorrow will be fine! See ya!” He said leading me to the door. Once I was out he said bye one more time and I walked off. My house wasn’t that far from his. It was four blocks away and I honestly liked the walk back to my house. CHAPTER 4 I woke up ate and headed to Thomas’. Once I was let in I saw there was a big fight. Remus was clutching something in his hands and Virgil and Roman were yelling at him. “What’s going on?” I asked Thomas. “Well… Remus came and wouldn’t tell us why he was here, so Roman and Virgil started yelling at him to leave and now are in a big fight.” He looked over at the three. I went over to stop them. “Ladies, ladies, you’re all pretty! Please stop fighting now!” I say loud enough for them to hear. “He is here and we don’t want him here!” Roman and Virgil said in union. “You should let him stay and give him a chance.” I calmly say. They started arguing again and Remus told them to stop.“I’ll leave…” He then turned to me and I was honestly confused. “but I need to give (Y/N) back the rose key chain she dropped in my room.” He said handing it to me. I looked at it baffled. I had gotten it from my mom, who got it from her mom, and it went far down the line. We called it the Rose of love because It always fell off when our forever lover was near and they always picked it up and gave it back. It happened to all of them and now it was happening to me. Soon Remus left and I sat on the couch pondering if what just happened was real. “Uh, (Y/N)? You seem out of it… is something wrong?” I looked up and wanted to tell Thomas so bad, but… the others I didn’t want to tell just yet.“I-I…” I was somewhat shaking and was having trouble. I soon pulled out my phone and texted him saying I would tell him, but wasn’t ready to tell the others. After he received it he nodded and asked the others to leave for a few minutes. Once they left he sat down and asked again. I told him the whole story.“This key chain has been in my family for years… my mom gave it to me on my sixteenth birthday. She then told me the stories and gave me the book that had everyone’s story. The stories usually start with the Rose falling off of the lady. After it falls off the forever lover, as we call them, picks it up and finds us. For my mom, hers fell of in a public place and my dad only found her by a gut feeling. She knew it was hers because of the engraved words on the back 'The Rose of Love’ and the fact it had the last name of its first holder in my family.” Thomas sat there and continued to listen. "I just have a sliver of trust in their stories and never thought it to be true. I have looked over how the Roes could fall off and had great explanations, but… yesterday I had it stuck on to my belt loop. It’s been stuck on it for a year. It fell off in his room… It was a mess and I would have though I would have noticed it gone. It was in his room and he brought it back to me.“ I finished. He looked at me somewhat questioningly and asked,"So do you think Remus… is you’re true love?” I looked up knowing I wasn’t ready for real love, I was only twenty-six. Yeah everyone else was ready but not me. “I…I don’t know…” He gave me a reassuring hug and let me stay like that for a while. “I don’t know what will happen if it’s a true story… and if it’s not true… I would have fallen for the hoax of my family.” I said in a slight whisper. “Well… what do you want to do about the others? Do you want me to tell them, do you, and if you do fall for him and he hurts you I’m here, I’ll always be here for you.” His words were calming and I felt safe. I pulled back and told him,“I know what they think of him… I’d rather not let them know, but thank you.” CHAPTER 5 "The others may come back now." I say to Thomas and he nods, but he doesn't call them back. "I'd say you should get home and read up on all those stories, see how they play out, cus if this is like a real fairy tale then something might happen and you seem like the one to want to be prepared." He told me. I nodded heading out. "Thank you again, Thomas." He only smiled and waved. After shutting the door I ran back to the house and opened the door short of breath. (B/f/n) Best friends name or friends name looked at me. "Oh you're back early-" They started. They looked at me with worry noticing I'm out of breath." What's wrong?" They rushed over. I could hardly talk and was having trouble standing. All I did was hold up the key chain. (B/f/n) knew what the story was and believed in it more then me. "It... fell off?" They asked. I slowly nodded and their mouth opened wide as if to say something, but nothing came out. My breath started to come back so I placed the Roes key chain and my phone on the counter and then I went to my room. I searched the book shelf for the journal and (b/f/n) leaned in on the door way. I found the book and pulled it out. (B/f/n) sat next to me on my bed and I started reading. Hours had passed and (b/f/n) fell asleep on my bed. I would have just crashed too but they took up all of the bed, well all but the spot I was sitting in. I went out to the living room and saw my phone had been going off. I went over and picked it up. Almost all of them were from Thomas. I texted back telling him what happened and what I learned. He asked some questions and I told him I'd bring the book over now if that was fine. He said it was so I headed over there. It was dark out when I walked over there. I looked at the time, nine thirty-seven. I left his house around noon so I was shocked that I was reading that book for at least nine hours. I knocked on his door and he answered. "Come in." He said opening it more so I could enter. I plummeted onto the couch and opened the book for him to read. He soon sat down next to me and got to reading it. My eyes grew heavier and heavier as minutes passed. Soon I passed out. I woke up the next morning on the couch and with a blanket over me. Thomas was up reading the book as he ate. I sat up and looked at him letting my eyes adjust to the room. He soon looked over and saw I was awake. "Oh good morning! Here's a recap. Last night you came over and after you sat down and I started reading the stories you brought you fell asleep so I stayed up reading and before going to bed I put you fully on the couch and put a blanket on you. After I woke up I came down to read some more and told the sides not to be loud so they stayed in the Mind Palace." He explained. I nodded and joined him after a good stretch. "What day is it?" I asked. "Friday." He said. I remembered I told Remus I'd hang with him on Friday's and Monday's. I wasn't going to break a promise because of some silly stories. "Think I could get a ride to hang with Remus?" I asked. Thomas had a big smile on his face and he nodded. "Hey Dec-" He couldn't finish before the one being called upon showed up. "You want to see Remus don't you?" He asked. "Y-yeah...ho-" I was now cut off by him. "He's NOT a big mess and you WON'T make him feel better." He warned. "What's wrong with him? Is he hurt?" I asked. 9/11/19 CHAPTER 6 "Well... You must NOT see..." He said. "Please take me to him." I said and then in a second I was in the Mind Palace. I raced to Remus' door and knocked. I listened in on him hoping to find out if he was in there. I heard soft sobbing and I knocked again. It stopped for a moment, and in that moment he pipped up. "Go away!" I could tell there was so much pain in his voice. I didn't have any words to say to him, I mean what could I say? So I knocked again. This time he stomped over to his door swinging it open and was ready to yell. "I SAID GO-" He then noticed who it was. "I...I'm sorry..." He said fighting back tears. "What's wrong?" I asked. He only looked up, his eye make-up was running down his face that was obviously from crying. "I-I'm fine." He lied. I looked around and seeing no one around I pushed him into his room and closed the door. I knew people could take it the wrong way but I know he needs to talk to someone right now. I sat him down on his couch and sat down next to him. "Now I'll ask again and please don't lie, you don't have to lie to me." He looked up and bit his lips. A few tears slid down his check disappearing in his mustache and down his chin. He finally spoke. "After you left yesterday Roman came to me. I was exited to see him. I mean my brother never visits me but... he told me... you hated me and didn't want to be rude. He said you were disgusted by me and the reason you quit talking and spaced out was because of me... I...I was so scared it was true... normally this stuff doesn't bather me,but... you wanted to meet me, and give me a chance. You actually like my ideas... He said you weren't coming back to hang out with me and that it was better for me to stay here..." He was trying not to cry. " I'm here now aren't I?" I asked. He nodded."I really like you, as a friend and all. I honestly think Roman is trying to be protective because he knows if I want to hang with someone I like I'll do it. I guess he thought chasing you away was the only way." I tried to comfort him. "Just know I will always come back and I'm always here for you." I told him in a calming voice. He put me into his tight embrace and cried a little more. I held him back and rubbed his back. I said a few calming words and he pulled back. "Thank you for being my only friend... and please don't tell the others about me crying." He gave a tiny smile. "As you wish." I smiled back. "Now How about we hang out?" He gave a quick nod and wiped the tears away and somehow fixed his make-up. "Well what do you want to do?" I asked. "Well... I know I like to do, but what do you like to do?" I started to think. "Well, do you like the outside?" I asked. I wasn't too much of a fan but I liked to go on walks, mostly threw the woods or in secluded areas. It gave me a scene of peace. "I've never really been outside." He told me. I looked at him saying,"I like to walk, I like horror movies, and another thing I like is (Hobby)." His eyes lit up. "Could we go on a walk?" He asked. "Well..." I started." Can you leave the house?" I asked. He shrugged."I don't know, plus I would have to see if I can leave." At the last part he pouted. "If you can get me to Thomas I can ask." In a mere second I was next to Thomas and Remus next to me. Thomas jumped almost falling."Hey, (y/n). Is something wrong?" He asked. "No, do you think Remus and I can go on a walk in some woods?" I asked. "Yeah that would be fine!" He told us. I smiled and whispered to him that he can continue with the book and he smiled and waved us off. "Don't get in to trouble!" He joked. We soon left and went towards the nears patch off woods. 9/12/19 CHAPTER 7 We soon entered the woods and looked around. He was running to each tree and looked at plants. He's pick up mushrooms and eat them right in front of me. "Why do you keep eating the mushrooms? Some of them are deadly!" I said as he put a red toadstool in his mouth. "I know they are deadly! Some of them could even make me high!" He said cheerfully. I went over too him and took the rest of the mushrooms out of his hand."How about we not try to kill our selves with mushrooms, or get high." I said both seriously but joking. He gave a small pout, but I started walking off. He soon caught up and was looking off the path. "Can we go over there?" He asked tugging on my arm. I sighed and started to say sure but I was dragged over too it. He stopped and looked at the opossum. "Is it dead?" I asked knowing these creatures to fake their deaths. He poked it and It was alive, but he couldn't tell. He soon picked it up and was checking it out. "R-Remus I wouldn't do that...." I was some what scared of what it might do. "Oh it's fi-" He was cut off by the opossum attacking him. After a few minutes of the attack he finally got it off of him. "Can we keep him?" He asked with the biggest smile on his face. I texted Thomas to see what he had to say. "Thomas said only if you can fully tame it in a minute." I said starting a timer. Remus started to try and tame it but was getting nowhere. All he was really getting was hisses, bite marks, and scratches. Soon the time ran out. "Come on, the time is out and you didn't tame it so you can't keep it. I'm sorry." He put the animal down and walked off. There was blood coming out of all the cuts and bite marks and he had bruises all over him. "So after this should I help with fixing you up? You have blood all over you." I said gently pushing him. "Only if you'll be my doctor." He some what purred. I rolled my eyes and started heading back. "Then come on. I'll doctor you up, ya big buffoon." I giggled at the last part and he did too. When we walked in Thomas went in to question mode. "What happened?" He asked. "A opossum attacked him. I'm gonna help him clean up then we will probably do more before I come back." I tell him with a smile. As Thomas gave a nod Remus took me back to his room. I fell onto the couch because I was still not use to going back and forth. I got up and got a rag that looked clean and went to what I assumed was his bathroom and ran it under the sink water. I saw a few things opened that had bite marks in them. I picked up the deodorant I found and it had a big bite mark out of it. I set it down and went back to Remus. I gently wiped away the blood and cleaned up his face and arms. "You should be more careful you know." I said without looking up. "I must ask, why would you care so much about my health? I know we are friends, but so is me and Deceit, and he could care less, so why do you care?" He asked. "Well I care because..." How could I tell him about the Rose? 9/15/19 CHAPTER 8 "Well, I find you as a really great person and I worry about my friends." I said. There was a little voice in the back of my head that was calling me a lair and weak for not telling him. Was I really falling for him? I won't, but my mind will continue with the fake rose story, or maybe real story. "Well, thanks (y/n). You are also... a really great friend." He sounded sad at the last part but I didn't want to pry it out of him. "Hey, do you think you could take me to Roman's room? I have to talk to him before I go?" I asked. "Yeah, I can do that. Would you also need me to be ready if you need to leave?" I nodded and he lead the way. "Why do you need to talk to my brother?" He asked. "Oh just..." I started but he cut me off. "You don't have to tell me... I can tell you are making up stuff because you don't want to hurt my feelings... Just... can I have the truth on one thing?" He asked. "You can have all the truths after this but I'll allow you to ask away." I said trying not to sound rude. "Do you hate me?" He asked not looking up from where he was walking. I stopped him and grabbed both his shoulders making him look at me. "You are my friend, I could never hate you and that's a fact." I told him as I waited for a smile. Once I saw the smile I pulled him into a hug and went into Roman's room waving bye. "Oh hey there (y/n)! I wasn't expecting you!" He was cheery with his great, but I couldn't help but think about the crying Remus earlier. He had made Remus cry and put those thoughts that I wouldn't come back. "Question." I simply say. Roman get's up from his little dressing room for his looks and sits on a couch, and soon enough he patted at the seat next to him. I sat on a chair opposite of him. "Oooooo, serious I see! So what's the question?" He asked. I was doing my best not to let it all over flow."Why did you tell Remus that I hated him or that I wouldn't come back?" His eyes grew ten times the size they should have. "How do you know about that? He could have lied!" He was trying not to shout, I could tell. "You made him cry and from what I've seen you and the others want me to stay away from him. He deserves a friend to care about him, so don't expect me to quite seeing him!" I some what yelled. It made him mad and he started the real yelling."WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT HIM? HE'S NOT GOOD FOR ANYONE!" He swung his hands up and I flinched and went to cover myself. He didn't notice out of anger."BECAUSE I SEE THE GOOD IN HIM AND LIKE HIM OK!" I yelled back. I started tearing up but tried to hold it in. Before he could say or do anything else I walked out telling him not to bather me the rest of the day. After shutting the door I ran to Remus' room and sat down by his door. I curled up and cried not wanting him to know I was, but as I was crying the door opened and I was picked up. Soon enough I was placed on the couch and Remus tilted my head up. "What happened?" He asked in a calming voice. "I-I wanted to confront him about what he did to you... and I somewhat y-yelled and then he yelled at me and I yelled back and left..." I told him. I left out the part of where I was scared of being hit, but the rest he knew. He just pulled me into a hug as I had done for him not that long ago, only a few hours ago. I hugged back and smiled. Slowly the tears started to stop and we were laughing. "I think I'm ready to head back to Thomas if you are ok with that." I said with a smile. "I am indeed ready if you are." He smiled. Soon I was back in the house with Thomas but he was in the kitchen and Remus and I was in the living room. Before Remus left he kissed my cheek and left. What the hell is this feeling? 9/16/19 CHAPTER 9 He kissed my cheek. I placed my hand where he kissed me, it was a little wet but, to be honest I didn't care. I went in to Thomas' kitchen and wiped my hand on my pants. "Oh hey (y/n)! How did it go?" He asked. "I...He..." I couldn't form proper sentences. Thomas stood up worried and gently grabbed my shoulders. "(Y/N), what happened?" I finally gained my voice and told him."He kissed me..." Thomas put both his hands to his mouth in surprise. "On the cheek of course..." I added. He pulled his hands down and smiled. "That's amazing! I mean him falling for you, but not... well who he is, was he forceful?" He asked finally. "He was surprisingly genital, and his kiss left a little saliva but... it was sweet." A light blush dusted my face. "I see someone is forming a crush on him." He joked. "Oh shut it!" I joked. Both of us laughed he soon went to the book and sat back down."So I read up and found that the rose falls off, of course you know the first part, but it seem the third thing that happens is the two start to slowly fall in love because of small romantic jesters, after a while of falling in love comes the first kiss, then the dates, and well... marriage and a happy life." He said smiling. I smiled back."Thanks. Oh I should tell you... I might have gotten into a fight with Roman." He looked at me surprised. "What happened? Roman doesn't usually fight unless it's..." He stopped remembering how earlier Deceit told them how Remus was doing and the fact Roman hated his brother. "I see... how was Remus?" He asked. "I went to his room, and he was crying. He told me what Roman had told him, that I wouldn't come to see him and I thought he was disgusting to the point I didn't want to be his friend. I calmed him down and he quite crying, then we hung out as you saw us leave. Once we got back and I patched him up I went to talk to Roman. When I did I asked him why he said those things. I might have raised my voice and he rose his and when he did he raised his hands, I did panic because well... anyways I left crying and sat outside his door crying before going in. He picked me up, took me in, and helped me quit crying." I smiled. "Well I'm happy to hear that!" he says. I felt a buzzing sensation in my pocket and pulled out my phone. It was a text from (b/f/n).I looked at it and told Thomas I had to go in a rush."Ok, but wait you forgot your b-" I couldn't here him as I rushed out and ran back to the house. I had done a lot of running in just that one day, but it was all worth it. I opened the door and ran to (B/f/n). "What's wrong?" I asked. "You and me need to talk." They said. That's always something I found scary when someone started with it. "W-what?" I was scared now. "I've been trying to be nice, but I can't have you staying here and not doing anything. I've given you a choice that we agreed on and for the past week you haven't done any cleaning! The deal was I work you clean and cook without paying rent or both of us work and we split the cleaning." They started to raise their voice. They knew what happened to me, they knew it all. "I'm sorry if you want I c-" I was soon interrupted."No, I've already done it all!" In the past they have gotten mad at me, but it only lasted an hour or so, and they tried to keep their anger issues to a minimum. This time, they were going all out, but I know what they did was out of love but I was still scared."Get out and find some place to stay tonight because you aren't staying here!" They yelled. I packed a bag of cloths and a few other things then ran out crying. 9/17/19 CHAPTER 10 I ran out of the house crying with my bag on my back. Soon enough I ran into some one. "I-I'm sorry..." I stuttered while crying. I looked up and saw it was Thomas."Hey, hey, no it's ok..." He said reassuring me. "W-what are you doing h-here?" I asked in between tears. "I was heading to your place because you left your book... what happened?" He looked me up and down. "(B/F/N) k-kicked me out for t-the night." I knew I would tell him the whole story when I calmed down. "You're staying with me tonight then." He said leading me back to his house. I knew there was no point in fighting it so I didn't. Once he brought me inside we both sat down. "You can bunk with anyone you want, or I can sleep on the couch and you can have my bed tonight." He said so I would somewhat forget about and calm down from it. "N-no... I would rather sleep on the couch." I told him calming down. "Please, take the bed..." He wasn't going to push me about this. "Thomas, I-I love you like a brother, but I'm taking the couch, you need your sleep more then you think." This time he knew I wasn't giving up. After telling him the whole story he made dinner. It wasn't that bad. We laughed and played some games. It was fun, but soon night came and I changes into my pj's in his bathroom. A little later he told me goodnight and went to bed. He lent me a pillow and blanket, but I knew I'd have trouble sleeping. I lied there wide awake messing with the blankets and trying my best to fall asleep but it ended with nothing. I soon sat up and put my hands on my head. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" A voice whispered in my ear causing me to jump. I turned to see Remus giggling at what just happened. "I can't sleep..." I say. He looks at me, questions were obviously filling his mind. "Would it help if I offered my bed? It's big enough for five people." he said. "I'd have to tell Tho-" He interrupted me."I did by going into his dream!" A moment later a groggily Thomas yelled from upstairs."Ok Remus, and don't enter my dreams again!" Remus reached for my hand and I took his. We were soon in his room and he cleared off a side for me."Here you can have this side and I'll have this side." He told me. I nodded and slid under the covers. In a few minutes he was out and I was still up. I turned over and he was closer to me then before. I went to move to give him more space, but he wrapped his arms around me and was cuddling me. It was nice and thank's to him I fell asleep. I later woke up to go to the bathroom, but Remus still had a hold of me. "Could you please let me go for a moment? I'll be back." I whispered, but nothing happened. "Please, I just have to go to the bathroom." I finally said, and his grip on me was lose to the point I could go. When I came back he was lying on his back asleep so I slid right next to him on his arm. I expected him to turn over to hold me, but he turned me over so I was now lying on his chest. I was blushing,but I wouldn't tell him ever. His heart beat was like music to my ears, his breathing was rocking me back and forth in a soothing manner, his arms were gently placed around me. I knew I was falling for him, but did he like me back, or was he using me? I was to tiered to care and fell asleep right there on him. Perfect and warm. 9/17/19 CHAPTER 11 I woke up to a still sleeping Remus and I just lied there in his arms. I wouldn't admit it, I was falling for him. He soon woke up and quietly whispered things to me, thinking I was asleep of course. I just listened. "I'm sorry I grabbed you last night. I should have warned you I'm a cuddly person. I know you are asleep so I'll let you sleep. I'm also sorry for kissing you yesterday... I know you can't like me like that, but hey it was worth a shot. I mean, I do really like you... oh... that's absurd isn't it?"He went on and after he was done and it was a good five or so minutes I pretended to wake up. "Oh, morning (y/n)." He smiled. I faked a yawn and said it back. "Sorry that I fell asleep on top of you... you pulled me in and well... I passed out." I said. "It's fine, I'm sorry for grabbing you. That was on me." He let out a slight laugh. "It's fine." I said. I soon got up from him and sat at the side of the bed. "Are you hungry?" Remus asked getting up. "Yeah, a little." I looked back at him and stood up almost falling from my legs still being asleep. "Well, what I like to eat is different from what you like, so I'll take you back to Thomas." Remus took my hand and we were there. "Morning (y/n)! Morning Remus!" Thomas greeted us. "You guy's hungry?" He asked. "Yeah that's why I brought (y/n) here." Remus told Thomas. Thomas turned around and put another pancake on a plate. "Ok the others will be here to eat soon, Remus are you gonna join us?" Thomas asked with a smile. It seemed that Thomas was having less problems with Remus and wanted him to hang out. "I...uh, I can't." Remus sounded off. "The other's don't like me, plus I hate Pancakes." He said. "Anyways I'm gonna go back to my room." He finished with a smile. I went over and hugged him before he left. Thomas did a tiny giggle just as Remus left. "Awwwww.... So how did your guys' sleepover go?" He ask. I blushed at the question and remembered what happened. "It was good. I was able to sleep well." I didn't want to bring up what fully happened. "I'm glad to hear that!" Thomas sat down the plates and put pancakes on each plate. Each side came and sat at different seats. Patton took the seat next to me and smiled poring syrup all over the pancake . "Hiya kiddo!" He smiled then took a bite of his breakfast. I smiled back too him."Hey dad." I said without thinking. "I-I'm sorry, it slipped out. I didn't mean to call you dad, Patton." I was panicking now. He only smiled."It's fine! You can call me dad all you want! I don't mind having two wonderful kids!" I smiled and nodded. I looked at the others and saw that Logan only had coffee and was reading. It was the Sherlock series. Roman was cutting his pancake and making it into a dragon before adding some butter. Virgil just started eating his. Thomas sat down next to me and added what he wanted on his. I took a bite and realized how good it was. I almost shoved it in my face right then and there, but didn't want to be rude. I soon got a text saying I could come back, so after some talking and playing around I went back and things turned out better then I would have thought. 9/19/19 CHAPTER 12 After a month or so we all go along. Remus would avoid the others but other then that it was fine. There were night's I'd hang with Remus and we'd crash on the floor or even on the bed. After we would separate he'd either kiss my hand or my cheek. It would always leave a wet spot where he kissed me, but I didn't mind. Roman quit talking bad about Remus after I confronted him and the other's avoided talking about him. I didn't mind because Remus and I wouldn't talk about them unless they had upset me. It was all going well until one day Roman broke. "I don't want you seeing him!" He let out. "Why? Because you don't like the fact I can be friends with someone like him?" I asked. "No because he will hurt you! He will trick you and steal from you and do much worse! HE IS A MONSTER!" Roman yelled. I flinched and backed away which made Thomas try to intervene. "Roman you need to c-" Roman used his powers to lift Thomas' left arm to shut him up."Stay out of this Thomas! You are going in to unknown waters and you're gonna drown!" He yelled. I was backing up and fell on the couch. I got up and moved away."I FORBID YOU FROM SEEING HIM!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. It was rare for him to do this. Patton was scared and ran over to Logan who held him. Virgil ran to his room because he started panicking. I was now in the corner with only a few feet separating us, and with the last bit of courage I had I yelled at him. "YOU CAN'T STOP ME FROM SEEING THE PERSON I LOVE!" I had tears filling my eyes. He paused before getting even more mad. He reached his hand up in the air and I flinched. I heard the slap of his hand on skin, but I felt nothing. I was in a defensive position and had my eyes close, so when I opened them I din't expect to see Remus rising up from taking the blow. There was a hand print on his face and he was mad, not as mad as Roman, but still mad. "Don't ever touch her again." He said venom in his voice. Roman stepped back. Remus pulled out his mace and went towards his brother. I grabbed his arm and he looked back at me. His eyes softened as he looked into my eyes. He put his mace away and looked back at Roman. "You ever and I mean EVER hurt (y/n), and so help me, words can't describe what I'll do too you!" Roman said nothing as Remus walked back to me. "Are you alright?" He asked softly. "I am now...thank you." I said looking up at him. Roman sunk down and left."I only did what I had to too protect the one I...what's that word? Love? Ah, yes the one I love." He said smiling. I had a slight blush on my face."Y-you love me?" I asked. He only smiled and pulled me into a sweet kiss. It had been a while since I was kissed like how he kissed me, and I didn't want it to end. He pulled back. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself... I understand you won't like me like that, but this is how I feel." He said to me. Thomas was finally able to speak and went in to his question."You haven't told him... have you?" I shook my head. "I-I'll tell you all you need to know. The Rose key chain I dropped has the biggest backstory to it..." I then told him everything about the Rose. 9/21/19 CHAPTER 13 Warning: There will be references to having sex, but no smut. I don't do smut. There may also be miner cussing and violence. Like no one get's a tiny hand print on them, it's a little worse. Sorry in advance. A few days after he had kissed me and saved me from being hit by Roman we hung out. We loved just hanging out, it was because we loved seeing each other and even just being funny or weird. That first real kiss was the last one he gave me. I was to scared to kiss him or fully tell him how I felt towards him. Today we were in his room and decided to just stay there to not run into one of the others. We watched some movies for the first part of the day. We went back and forth with Disney movies and horror movies. He would chose horror movies that would be gory and disturbing, but if I was scared by any part he would let me hold him, so I just held him during each one of his movies. During his he would say what they could have done to get away or how fake some stuff was. I chose all my favorite Disney movies, and I got to chose the last movie. I thought of a good Disney movie and soon turned on Beauty and the Beast. We watched it and he was actually enjoying it. He was watching it as if it was one of the, what he called, great parts in a horror movie. After the movie ended he wanted to hear me sing my favorite part. I told him I wouldn't because I'm not one to sing for others. He gave me puppy eyes and a frown. "Fine, but you have to sing your favorite song from it." He only smiled and nodded. I soon song the song and he applaud. I was flustered but he started singing Tale as Old as Time. He wasn't bad at singing as it was soothing to the point I could sleep. He finished with a long ending and sat down. "You sound... amazing!" I told him. He smiled saying,"Thanks,(y/n). You aren't bad yourself!" I smiled at him. We started on the next thing. We were drawing and being creative, him a little more disturbing, but it was alright. I was just doing some random sketches as he drew actual pictures. When he would finish he'd go and show me being very proud of it. "I love it!" I would say giving a loving smile. After a few hours of drawing we played board games. He would fail to understand the rules and would try setting the board on fire. We set that aside and decided to make a game. "Ok so the game could be we have to change something about us slowly, whether it was cloths or adding make up, and wait till the other person notices. If they catch you in the process of doing something of changing your appearance you lose." He said loving his idea. "Yes! I love it! Let's start it now!" I exclaimed. I would keep a very close eye on Remus so I could try to win. We did a few other things and ended up lying down on his bed. Our feet were dangling off and we were on different sides of the bed. We were just talking and it had been about an hour since we created the game and he had done nothing yet. I guessed he forgot so as I got him talking about one of his ideas I slipped off my jeans and slipped on something close by that was his. I was unlucky and had grabbed a pair of boxers. I hoped they were clean as I slipped them on and waited. Just a while after we were moving around and playing games. He hadn't noticed that I was wearing his stuff at all so I was winning the game so far. We sat down and started playing truth or dare. "Is it true that you love me as the mighty hero?" He asked to my truth. "Why yes it is my brave knight." I joked. "Truth or dare?" I asked. He didn't have to think about it as he said dare. I thought for a second of what the dare should be." I dare you to act a lot more clean minded for ten minutes!" He almost went pale."Fine! Truth or-" He stopped, I guess he was waiting or thinking of something."dare?" He finished. "Truth!" I smiled. "Are those my boxers that you are wearing?" He asked. I looked down and remembered our game and how I just won. "Yes they are, and I jus-" He cut me off by pulling me into a kiss like the one the day he saved me. I kissed back and when we finished he asked me if I liked him like that. "You fool, I love you." I said kissing him. He soon stood up and picked me up with him. My legs were wrapped around his waist as we kissed. He sat down on his bed and pulled apart from me. "How far may I go?" He asked looking me up and down. I paused and waited for a minute."The ten minutes are up so let your mind lose on me." I didn't care any more, I trusted him, loved him, and he is my forever love. After I told him that he did let his mind lose. I woke up the next morning lying next to Remus. Our cloths were in different places and I could't see some of them. Hickey's were all over me and I didn't care because it was amazing. I snuggled up to his warm body and closed my eyes. He hugged me back and opened his eyes. "Good morning beautiful." He whispered to me. "Morning. Can it just be night again?" I asked jokingly which made him laugh a little. "Was it that good?" He asked. "Better." He gasped at my response, but I could feel him smiling. "Are you hungry?" I asked him. "Only for you."He purred. "No you dork, for actual food." I giggled. "Calling me a whale dick now aren't we? Well, I'm not, but if you are I can take you to Thomas' to eat." He said kissing my forehead. I nodded."That would be lovely." I got up and got dressed. I couldn't find my shirt so I just put on a big hoodie. He slipped something on and gave me another kiss. He took me back, but we were in a closet. Before he left he put my hand on the doorknob so I could open it. I opened the door and there Thomas was placing some food on the table. "Hey, (y/n)! You cam just in time! Breakfast is ready! Have a seat." He said cheery. The others came down and I did my best to hide the hickey's that they might see. After breakfast we all sat down to talk. Roman was distant and tried not to talk to me, but I would catch him staring at me. While me and Logan were talking Roman came over to me. "What's that on your neck?" He asked rudely. I was a little scared. I was sore from the night before and was in no position to fight. "Are those...hickey's?" He asked. "W-what? Roman just leave m-" Before I could finish he took the hoodie off me. I did my best to cover up because my top was not covered (if girl then you had a bra on or binder). He looked at me and took my left wrist with a tight grip. Thomas wanted to intervene but I told him to take the others out. Roman's grip tightened and I felt a sharp pain come from my wrist. "I told you not to see him, didn't I?" He asked with an angry tone. I was to shaken to say anything. "DIDN'T I?"He yelled. I panicked and tried to punch him, but he dogged it. "You're a pathetic slut to go for someone like him!" He yelled throwing me on the floor. my back hurt like hell, but I managed to get up and slip the hoodie back on. Thomas rushed down and hugged me."I'm so sorry... I don't know what's gotten into him. We all decided that with how you are lowering Remus' thoughts he gives me we will support and protect you two." Thomas told me."Thank you guy's..."I said in between tears. Thomas called for Deceit to take me back to Remus. While walking Deceit asked what happened. I explained how Roman freaked out because of Remus and me doing what we did. Deceit looked at me saying that he might know what's happening."There are times when a side can get a bug, it does NOT mess with how they act. I know there is NOT a cure for it, so I WON'T look for it." He told me leading me to Remus' door. I thanked him and went in. I told Remus what had happened and he was mad. He pulled out a mace and started storming towards the door. I stopped him. "Remus please, don't. You can worry about him later, but I think he broke my wrist, or fractured it." I told him. He stopped and gently grabbed my wrist examining it. "That asshole of a brother fractured your wrist." He said leading me to his bathroom. He started looking in cabinets and pointed to the toilet so I sat down on it. He pulled out a wrap and came over to me. He gently started wrapping my arm and looked at me. "After this, you know I'm going to kill him right?" He asked raising an eyebrow. "Remus, please don't. Just... stay with me, please." I bagged him. "Give me a good reason why." He said. "Because, I need you to check my back and I don't want to be alone..." I said. Remus lifted up the hoodie and looking at my back. "That's bigger then my dick..." He said. "You have a large bruise on your back." He was angry. He carried me to the bed and let me borrow some cloths for pj's. I sunk into his bed and as he tried to walk off I grabbed his wrist. "Aren't you gonna stay with me?" I asked. I didn't want him to hurt Roman with the new info I had gotten. "I'm just going to change, hot cakes." He said. Once he got back he climbed into the bed and held me by my waits as to not hurt my back and touch the bruise. He made sure to be very gentle with my fragile body. "I'm sorry about my brother." He whispered to me. "It's not your fault, so please don't be sorry." I said looking him in his gorgeous eyes. He looked back into mine and kissed me. "Someone has to be sorry for him." He said. I shook my head and tried to move. I had trouble and let a small moan of pain out as my wrist some what bent. "Normally I'd say that your moan is cute, but it's not right now." He said turning onto his back and then putting me on top of him. It was just like when we first slept together. I loved it. "Are...are we a thing now?" I asked him. He took a minute to think about it. "I marked you as mine so yes. I guess you could say our love is the beauty and the beast." He said with a smile. I smiled back and kissed him saying,"More like beauty and the stinky boi." I joked before falling asleep. 9/22/19 published on 9/29/19 It's my birthday! Yaaaay... 15 years of living is not my idea of fun. Oh well! I give you guy's this 5 page, 1996 word, rollercoaster of a chapter! I hope you enjoy it and honestly, I love reading why you guys comment on the book, I always reply unless I don't know what to say. I love you guy's and have a lovely night! CHAPTER 14 I woke up with my whole body feeling bruised and I really didn't want to move. Remus was snoring, but I paid no mind to it. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. "Hey, you're gonna have to let me go to answer the door, I'll be right back." I whispered to Remus. He let go of me and I got up. The person had started knocking again. I opened the door and there stood Deceit. "I DIDN'T find the cure for his bug. We MUSTN'T go now to give it to him." Deceit told me. I nodded. "Where is Roman?" I asked. "The others AREN'T trying to talk to him." I froze. "Then we must go now." I said rushing Deceit to take me to them. Deceit and I were in the living room and Roman was yelling. "What do we have to do?" I asked Deceit. "We have to get him to drink it, but with the fact that it's NOT the colour he WOULD drink it will be hard." I took the concoction and looked at it. It was a green colour. "Can you mix it with other things?" I asked him. He gave me a nod so I went in to the kitchen and pulled out some lemonade. I pored the cure into the cup first and added lemonade to fill the rest of it. I mixed it around and when over to Roman, taking a deep breath. "Here Roman. I just wanted to say, I ditched Remus and made you some lemonade as an apologize..." I lied. Roman took the cup and the others were shocked at what I said. "If my throat didn't hurt from yelling at morons I wouldn't drink it, but I forgive you." He said chugging the whole drink, and next thing I knew he was on the ground. "ROMAN!" Patton yelled out in panic. "He WON'T be fine. I knew what was wrong with him so I made the cure and (y/n) got him to drink it." Deceit stepped in. "And how can we trust you?" Virgil asked. "Because I trust him." I said. Roman started waking up and everyone looked at him. "What happened?" He asked. "Let's just say either way you're all better." I told him. I soon sat down and told him everything. He looked away and felt ashamed, from what I could tell, of what he did. "(Y/N) I'm so sorry... I-I would never hurt a woman, let alone a friend!" He told me with sorrow in his voice. I gently hugged him and told him I forgave him. He hugged back and told me I need to go back to Remus. "I can feel him beginning to worry about you... You should go..." He said. I wiped a tear away and holding out my pinky. "Friends?" I asked. He took my pinky with his."Friends." He said. Deceit soon took my arm and told me we had to go before Remus flipped. "I'm so UPSET that it worked..." He said. "Me too..." I soon got to Remus' door and opened it. I was tackled into a hug and was left in pain. "Ow, babe please, I'm still bruised." I told him. He got off of me and picked me up. "I'm sorry... I was just so worried! Where were you?" He asked. "Well Deceit knocked on the door and took me to the others... Roman won't ever act the way he did again and even apologized." I said giving a bright smile. "Good!" He said. "That means no hurting Roman ok?" I asked. Remus pouted. "Fine..." He took me over to the couch and started watching movies. 9/29/19 CHAPTER 15 Remus and I was watching movies on the couch when a knock on the door could be heard. "Remus..." I started, but couldn't finish due to him already getting up to answer it. "I'll get it." He told me with a smile. After he opened the door I heard yelling. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE YOU MISERABLE SACK OF S-" He started but I cut in. "Remus who is it?" I asked. He looked back at me and started to slowly smile. "It's my brother..." He sounded calm for a man who was just yelling a minute ago. "Oooo! Let him in!" I said smiling. Remus pouted and shook his head. I was soon giving him the puppy dog eyes and had my bottom lip out more."Pleeeease... for me?" I asked. "Fine... only for you..." He said letting his brother in. The two shot daggers at each other with their glares. "(Y/N)! I have brought something for your wrist and back..." He said pulling out a container of goo. "This is from an enchantress whom I had saved on one of my many adventures! It is suppose to heal all wounds, and with what I did... I thought I'd give it to you. You do really need it." He told me handing over the jar. I smiled as I took it. "Thank you Roman." I said giving him a hug. I could tell Remus was becoming jealous so I let go of Roman. "Anyways, I just came to give it to you as an apologies gift. I shall be on my way." He said waving a goodbye. Remus slammed the door shut which scared me. "Stupid brother..." He muttered. I felt bad knowing that Remus was like a big puppy, always needing attention and love and I just loved on another puppy. "Hey Remus..." He snapped his head back to me. "Yes?" He asked. "Would you mind helping me out? I don't thing I can get my back." I told him truthfully. "Sure..." He came over and started rubbing the goo on my back and I put some on my wrist. After a few minutes the goo disappeared and I didn't feel an ounce of pain. "Thanks, babe." I turned to him. "No problem..." He said not looking at me. I could see what looked like tears swelling up in his eyes. I soon went and hugged him. "I'm sorry..." I told him. He looked back at me shocked. "For what?" He asked. I didn't know what to say, usually when I said it no one would ask what for... they just told me I should be. "I know you're upset that I hugged Roman..." I started."I only find him as a friend. I love you and you alone..." I told him. He soon hugged back. "I know I'm just to scared to lose you to him..." He told me. We stayed like that on the couch for a while. "You won't ever lose me." I told him. "But if I do lose you to Roman I'll put his head on a spike and feed his corps to the others." He said laughing. Just by his cute laugh I knew he was joking.I laughed along with him. I was at peace, but my past still haunts me and I knew I'd have to tell Remus one day. i would have to tell him that I didn't believe the Rose of Love was real and how I panic under any form of force I didn't want. It was a rough past for me, but having Remus was all worth it. I soon drifted off, but I woke to Remus carrying me to bed then slipping in next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and we both fell asleep. I can't thank him enough for loving me and caring. 9/30/19 Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It's 1 A.M. and honestly I wrote in my sleeping problems in chapter I don't know, so the reader should, if I did it all, have problems getting to sleep, waking up, and constantly wake up in the middle of the night. Basically what I'm getting at is even though it's a school night I'm having trouble sleeping thus I created another chapter. Man... I love writing this, but honestly I shouldn't stay up late to do it... Oh well! I hope you enjoyed this chapter and have a lovely night! CHAPTER 16 I got up and looked over to where Remus should be, but he wasn't there. I panicked and shot up. "Remus?!" I called out. I was scared. I didn't know where he was. He was always next to me before I wake up and today he's not. "Remus?!" He soon popped his head out of the bathroom running towards me. "What's wrong?" He asked also in a panicked tone. I hugged him and calmed down slowly. "I-I didn't know where you were... I'm so use to you being in bed with me..." I told him. He held me close to him and rubbed my back. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you and I never will scare you again..." He reassured me. I held on tighter then he was holding me. "It's fine..." I told him, but it really wasn't. I had been use to people leaving me in the night and day to see others, that's what he did...but Remus was different. He didn't take the Rose like the other did. "Hey Remus, how long have I stayed with you?" I asked. "So far two to three nights. Why?" He questioned. "I have to get back to my house and roommate or they'll kill me for not doing chores!" I told him. I grabbed my phone and looked at it. Five unread text messages from (b/f/n). I read them. It was ,'hey where are you? You alive? Hey, I need you back here tomorrow. Why didn't you show up??? Start packing your stuff when you come back.' "What? Am I being kicked out?' I texted back. 'No I'm moving out and away. Better job.' They finished. "I...have to go..." I said standing up. "Wait, what? Why?" Remus was now scared. "I have to pack all my stuff... my roomies movin' and I can't keep the place..." I told him. "Then pack it and I'll have Thomas pick it up." He said with the biggest smile. "Why would he pick it up?" I asked. "Well, you'll stay with me!" He stated as though it was obvious. "Really?" I felt stupid for asking. "Yes!" He picked me up and swung me around in a hug. I kissed him, saying thanks and then left to pack what little of stuff I had. A couple days later Thomas came over and picked up my stuff taking both it and me with him. "So, you're moving in with Remus?" Thomas asked. "Yeah I'm really exited! I'm hoping that one day we all can hang out one day." I told him. I was truly happy. "Well I know one thing is Remus did something so no one can hang out with him today." Thomas said pulling into the driveway. I could tell he was hiding something. "Why? What happened?" I asked. "Well..." He said opening the door. All the sides rushed out and grabbed boxes bringing them in and Remus was standing in front of me. "Care for a walk?" He asked putting his arm out. I took it. "What is this?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. "Roman said it's called a date. I got the others to take your stuff to my room so I may take you one one." I was surprised by this. He started walking away from the house. "So where are we going?" I asked. "Well we are going to the woods. I do love them." He told me. "Oh no! Do you plan to murder me?" I joked. He laughed. "Why yes my dear! I will make your face go a crimson red with kisses!" I giggled. "That would be perfect." I told him. 10/2/19 CHAPTER 17 He took me into the woods and I remembered them, and not just from walking to them so much. This was the first place we had ever actually ever been since the Rose fell off. He took me to the middle of the woods and I was awestruck by what I was seeing. There where lights hanging up and it reminded me of something out of a fairy tale. I was to busy looking around to notice Remus had put on a song. Soon enough he took me into his arms and started dancing. I soon realized it was Tale as old as Time, from Beauty and the Beast. We danced and danced till the night came and the lights came to life. "Remus, this is perfect." I told him. "Well I had to get a certain snake out of my butt so I could do this." He said laughing. "Thank you." I said before kissing him. He kissed back and continued to dance. So we were sitting and talking. He finally asked once more. "You once told me that... you knew what it was like to be in my position... and you never told me how you knew. I just want to know if you are comfortable to tell me now." He whispered, but it was loud enough so I could hear it. "I still haven't told Thomas, but I will tell you." I looked straight at him and started."I grew up a happy child, but I rarely had good friends, and when I did, they would find someone better and leave. I only had two friends that ever stayed, so it was mostly me and them. Soon enough one of them moved and it was just (b/f/n) and me. In high school I tried a lot and each thing I tried I was kicked out or quite due to the people in it. They were always so cruel. In tenth grade a boy found my key chain, the Rose. By then everyone knew my crazy story of the Rose. He soon dated me and I thought I loved him... but I was wrong. He abused me, physically and mentally... he would leave in the mornings and nights to go see other women and I was left at the house.I wasn't allowed to leave unless told too. Soon enough he went to jail and (b/f/n) took me in. I've stayed with them for close to five years. I've been trying to recover, but it's hard, so I try to hide it." I told him. He looked at me and his face said it all. It was of shock, horror, and things I'd never seen from him. "Is that why you were so scared of Roman hitting you? Is that why you didn't tell me sooner? Is that why you're friend sent you away when they were mad that day so long ago?" He asked. I nodded to all of them and looked away. He soon grabbed my chin and made me look at him."You'r past doesn't define you, your future does." He told me with a smile. I gave a weak smile back and kissed him. He soon hugged me. "I love you." I told him. "I love you too." I was at the point of crying and I didn't know why. He knew I was going to start crying. "Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme..." He started to sing. "Beauty and the stinky boooooooi." He finished making me laugh. He burst out into laughter and started to do different things to make me laugh. It was a perfect night. 10/3/19 Ok so one of the fans asked if they could be my friend on Wattpad, so I just have to say, you all are my family, friends, and are just the best! I love all of you and love to see what you have to say. You can feel free to text me to talk or ask a question or just have another friend. Honestly I need the social interaction. XD Anyways I hope you enjoyed the chapter and have a lovely night. CHAPTER 18 I woke up but didn't open my eyes. I could feel Remus playing with my hair and whispering something. I listened in to him. "I would never hurt you, I will only love you, and though I wont marry you because, well I can't handle the thought of marriage." I felt a bit saddened by this, but I continued to fake being asleep. "I will give you a ring, I'll hope you'll say yes to being my only love, because a forever lover is better then what you are now... but I have to wait." He finished. After a few minutes of him playing with my hair he shook me, gently, awake. "Hey, (y/n) wake up." I slowly lifter my head and realized we were still outside. "W-we're still outside?" I asked. "Yes we are. Do you wish to go back?" He asked. "No, I like it out here." I told him. I got off of him and stood up. "I am hungry though." I said. " Well I had that prepared as well... You see Thomas stopped by before you woke up and dropped off some food. After eating we were dancing again. I remembered what he had said. I wouldn't mind not being married as long as I'm with him. Soon he took me and had me spinning. When I had stopped and was facing him he was down on one knee. "(Y/N), I know we haven't been together for long, and please don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to marry you due to I can't handle it, but I want to be with you for the rest of my life, so... will you be my forever lover?" He asked pulling out a ring that had a rose on it. I was stunned. My mouth was a gap and my eyes were filled with tears. "Forever and always." I say hugging him. Remus burst threw the door with me in hand. "(Y/N) SAID YES!" He announced. The others did their own things to say congratulations and Remus and me said our thanks. We all celebrated and even though it wasn't marriage like my parents or grandparents, it was still the best thing to happen. Remus was off talking to his brother and they were laughing. Logan came over and started talking to me. "You actually tamed his beast, you're the first and only one to do that." I smiled knowing that's his way of saying 'thanks for everything you've done to keep him at bay'. "No problem Logan." Logan soon walked off to talk to Thomas leaving Patton to come over to me. "My little child is growing up and falling in love!" He said giving me a bear hug. "Thank's Dad." I hugged back. "What's next? The dirty??? Please not the dirty!" I laughed as Patton was freaking out. "No Dad, I will still be taking showers and being clean." I told him. He calmed down. "Oh thank the puppies..." He said. "Well I'll let you get to what you were doing. I need to talk to Logan." He told me before walking off. "You did it kid." I heard a voice behind me say. I turned and saw Deceit. "Oh hey Dee." I said. "You had him fall for you, you made him leave Thomas alone, you did the impossible." He said. "Good job." I smiled and looked at him. "Thank's slimy boi." I said punching his arm jokingly. "I'm not slimy..." He said a little upset. "I know just your nickname." I said walking off to Remus. "Keep doing what you're doing..." 10/4/19 CHAPTER 19 I kissed Remus and he just smiled. "I will love spending every moment with you." He told me. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for us." I giggled. "Well how should we fully celebrate?" Thomas asked. "We can play games and watch movie!" Remus said. It honestly surprised all of us, but me. "These games and movies you wish to play wouldn't b-" Roman was cut off by his brother." Beauty and the Beast and games like twister!" Remus said. "What ever you did to Remus I like it. Keep doing it (y/n)!" Patton said. Remus looked down. "Well I let him talk about his ideas and do different things with him so long as he acts appropriate with you guys. Other than that I love how he is. How his face lights up when he's talking and drawing his ideas and turning them into stuffed animals and everything. It's amazing what his mind comes up with." I started rambling about what I loved about Remus. Virgil was the one who stopped me."UHG! WHY WOULD YOU, SOME ONE SOOOOO NICE AND INNOCENT, WANT A MONSTER LIKE HIM?!" Virgil's voice boomed threw the whole room. I was taken aback and Remus held me now knowing my past. "Why did Belle fall for the beast?" Remus asked him. "I want the answer from (y/n), not you." Virgil snapped his head back to me. "You want to know why I love him? It's because I've been where he's been... alone, forgotten, yelled at, told I'm not wanted and am hated, I've put on a fake smile for the past ten years. I've been threw more then him as well! He knows and cares about my limits and I trust him to never hurt me!" At this point I was ready to cry. Virgil up and left and I ran to the bathroom. I shut the door and sat on the toilet before I started to cry. I curled up and let what I couldn't hold in, out. I heard a knock on the door, but all I could get out was a quite and unnoticeable go away. Remus came in anyways and started rubbing my back to calm me down. I heard someone tell Roman to go talk to Virgil, but I didn't know who it was. "Hey, I'm right here..." Remus said. I hugged him with such force we both came close to falling. "Shhhhh... it's alright. I've got you now." He whispered to me. Soon enough he started to sing my favorite song from Beauty and the Beast. I started singing too. We both stood up once I stopped crying and he put his hand to my cheek and gently rubbed it with his thumb. With one hand I held his hand to my cheek and with the other I placed on his wrist. He pulled me in and kissed me. We soon went back down stairs and we started playing Twister. "Left foot red!" Thomas called. "OUH!" I heard Roman fall."Looks like the Roman empire has fallen!" Remus said laughing. "Why would you kick me there of all places?" Roman asked his brother. "It was left foot red! What else was I suppose to do?" Roman got up and started laughing. "The Roman empire has fallen... Nice one." He said."But there will be pay back!" Remus chuckled at his brothers last remark. "Right hand blue!" Soon people were falling. Patton was first, then came Logan and when he came down he was laughing, I saw Patton smile at this. It was me and Remus left now. It would be a battle to see who stayed up the longest. 10/7/19 CHAPTER 20 "Right foot green!" I put my foot close to me as possibly as to not fall. "Left hand yellow!" Remus was on top of me and he had the biggest grin. "You drop on me and I'll punch you!" I told him joking around. "Left foot blue!" Thomas kept calling out what colours we had to be on. After a few minutes I was above Remus and was having trouble staying up. My arms started shaking."You know I'm gonna win. Might as well just fall." He said. I knew he was joking but I was determined to prove him wrong. "N-no! I'm gonna b-beat you and wi-win!" My arms were about to give out if I stayed like this for another moment and my legs were slipping. Remus must have seen this because when Thomas called out the colour Remus 'fell'. "I win? I win!" I was to exited to realize my arms finally gave out and I had fallen on top of Remus. "I've seen this before." He purred. I got up blushing."So how about the movie?" I asked. Patton jumped up putting the movie in. "I'll make some popcorn." Logan said getting up. After he got back, he handed us all bowels of popcorn and we started watching the movie. We sang every song and we joked and made comments about the movie. At one point Logan started pointing out all of the economic flaws. After three movies Patton had fallen asleep with his head on Logan. It was cute, but Patton had done it to all of us at one point. "Well, I guess I'll go check on Virgil... Congrats again on getting a perfect person to love you." Roman said before leaving. I saw Remus smile. I knew he was happy that his brother was actually happy for him. "I am NOT leaving so HELLO." Deceit said sinking out. "Night Deceit!" I called. I looked over at Thomas and he was passed out. "I'm taking Patton to bed then going to bed myself. Just put Thomas on the couch and throw a blanket on him. I don't trust you,Remus, and you, (y/n), aren't strong enough." Logan said sinking down. After we put Thomas on the couch we sank down. We didn't go to is room,but we were in the hall. "Can I show you around?" Remus asked. "Well, I'll be staying here so I would love too!"I said taking his hand. He started walking down the hall way and away from his room. We passed a yellow door."That's Double D's room." After that there was a red one, then a dark blue, light blue, purple, orange, and he stopped telling me who's rooms they were when we cam up to a large door. "You'll love this." He said taking me in. It was a large library. "So this is where Logan gets all his books..." Remus laughed at my thought. "No, this is where all Thomas' memories are stored." He went over to a date and opened the book. Suddenly we were there, seeing how Thomas met me for the first time. "I love watching this because you don't even know how you will fall in love, even when I fall for you over and over again..." He told me. I thought it was sweat, and then he finished. "Into a pool of blood and fingers!" He said happily. I smiled knowing that he was just being him. After we went into where I fell for him and we saw how our love had bloomed. 10/9/19 CHAPTER 21 We were laughing and having fun when Roman opened the door making everything disappear. "(Y/N) I need your help with Virgil, please."Roman was out of breath. "What's wrong?" I asked him. He couldn't form proper words, but I decided either way I would help. "Remus, I have to go." I told him. He looked down with sadness in his eyes. I had him look at me. "Hey, I just want to have everyone accept you and me being a thing... that's all." I told him. He finally looked me in the eyes. "I understand... just... I don't want to lose you in any way..." I smiled at him and gave him a kiss. "You will never lose me... I'll be back, I promise." I told him, soon running to Roman. "Let's go." I said and Roman lead the way. With each twist and turn of the hall we made it to an open room filled with thing that didn't look real. "This is the dream room... it's where one of us, but mostly me, take over and give Thomas his dreams. There is a room that contains his dreams and nightmares... That's where Virgil is..." Roman explained. I started to take a step in, but Roman grabbed me. "What?" I asked. "You could have fallen in to the lake of dreams... if you fell in there you would have had to get past three of Thomas' dreams, each getting worse by the end, just to get out." He told me. "Then how do we get over to Virgil?" Roman started looking around. "Ok so the bridge is gone, but do you trust me?" He asked. "As of you being my friend, yes..." I looked at him some what scared. "Close your eyes and imagine your best and most amazing dream then walk over to the way I tell you." He told me. "Are you crazy? You told me I'd fall in!" I was starting to panic. He grabbed a hold of me."It only works if you are awake. You will be sleep walking over it. That's why you have to trust me." He told me. I soon calmed down and did as he told me. As I was getting close to it my dream turned to a nightmare. My eyes opened and I was filled with panic. My body started falling threw the water. Right before I went under a hand latched on to mine. I was soon pulled out and I coughed up some water. "T-thank you..." I said to who ever helped me. I looked up and Virgil was there. "What were you thinking?" he asked me. "I was thinking of getting to you because I want to know what's going on and how I can help." I told him standing up. "Well you shouldn't..." He went back to what he was doing before. "Please, Virgil... what's wrong? everyone is worried..." I told him. "You really want to know?" His voice boomed throughout the room. "Yes because I care and if I didn't I wouldn't have risked coming, or helped princey." I told him. That had seemed to be good enough for him. "Fine..." His voice was back to normal and he sat down and told me everything. "That's why you don't like him? I'm sorry... but he's changed... I promise." I gave a reassuring smile to him. "I just don't want the others to be hurt by him like I was... I don't want someone I find like family to be hurt like him..." He said looking away. "He wont hurt anyone while I'm here. Ok? Now how do we get out of here?" I asked. "Wait... I...I'm sorry, but I need your help with something..." He told me. 10/14/19 CHAPTER 22 "Ok what's up?" I asked. Virgil looked down and had a slight blush on his cheeks. "I like, like princey, but... what if he doesn't like me like that? What if he hates me? What if-" I cut Virgil off before he can finish. "Hey, I know you are anxiety and all, but breath. I'll help you out, ok?" He nodded his head and let out a breath I don't think he knew he was holding. "Now... Come one lets get out of here." I said which lead us both to leave. "I'm gonna talk to Remus and Roman ok? I wont tell Roman, but I do have a plan so don't worry." Virgil gave me a smile and said his thanks before walking off. I went back to Roman and told him what happened. "Thank god panic at the everywhere is ok!" He examined. "Why do you call him that?" I asked him. He looked sheepishly down. "If I tell you this you can't tell anyone got it?" He asked. I nodded. "I really, really,really like him... yes I was a jerk in the past, but I have fallen for him..." He told me. "The ask him out." He looked at me with a face of fear. "I can't! He hates me!" I just nodded saying, "If you say so..." I then walked back to Remus. He ran over and hugged me. "I missed you!" I hugged him back. "I missed you too." I pulled back from him."Do you think you might want to help me get two people together?" I asked with a smirk. "I prefer tearing people apart, but if you wish to bring someone together I will help you." He said with a smile. "Ok, now here's the plan..." Me and Remus had just finished setting everything up. The notes were slipped under the doors of Virgil and Roman, the books of past memories were placed in order to be opened, and the last part was dancing to Sally and Jack's song. Remus and I were hiding as the two came out of their rooms and headed for the library. We followed them, but made sure not to be caught. Roman soon bumped into Virgil."Hot topic! What are you doing here?" He asked. "I came because I was told too..." He said."O-oh... Hey, there's another note." Roman went and picked it up reading it out loud."Open these books in the order they are in. Well then."Roman said. Virgil went and opened the first book. The two went threw each book and soon came to an end. The two were smiling and laughing. "Man, Virgil, I forgot about all those fun times we had! I wish we had more of them..." Roman laughed. Virgil looked up. "Yeah Princey. Who knew you would hit on me all the time." Virgil looked down with a slight blush on him. "Yeah... a-about that... I..." Virgil cut Roman off before he could finish. "Roman I-I love you...." Virgil then realized what he said and started to leave. Roman grabbed his arm and brought Virgil back only to kiss him. "I love you too." Roman said after pulling back. Logan walked in and before the two could see I grabbed Logan and pulled him over to hide. I put a finger to my lips to signal to be quite. "Why?What's going on?" He whispered. "Me and Remus got Virgil and Roman together and they are kissing right now."I told him. He took a peek over at the two and turned back. "Well then. You two did well... Might I ask for your help then?" He asked. Remus and me looked at each other. "Patton?" We asked tuning back. 10/26/19 CHAPTER 23 "How did you know?" Logan asked us. "Dude it's obvious like how you wear glasses." I told him. "Well then. You know I'm not good with emotions and as you see I know a lot, but have no clue how to ask Patton out." He told us. We both nodded. "Well this will be easy." I said. "Logan, we will make sure you two will be happily together in no time. Trust us." I gave a smile to Logan. "I trust you... Remus doesn't have my full trust..." He told me. "Understandable." Remus said. After I told Logan our plan we went to bed. I was lying in bed when Remus sat up. "Why do we keep helping the others? They really have done nothing to help us." He said. "Because if we want to help them then they can be just as happy as us. Imagine never meeting me." I told him. "That is a worse thought than anything I could ever say or do..." He told me. I rolled over to face him. "That's why I want to help them." He looked down and finally understood. "Ok..." I kissed him and he lied down next to me pulling me in. "Goodnight my beauty.~" He whispered. "Good night my stinky boi." I said drifting off to sleep. We awoke and set the time for the visit for the animal shelter. We were sending Logan on a date with Patton to an animal shelter after breakfast. We made sure that Patton would not have an allergic reaction to the cats there. Logan made himself a cup of tea and sat down. Patton came hopping down and sat next to Logan. "Ah, Patton, good morning. Would you like to go to an animal shelter today?" Logan asked. Patton's face light up with happiness. "Really Logan?!" His smile made me smile. "Well yes. You are wanting to go right?" Logan asked. Patton nodded his head. "Great then it's a date." Patton's smile grew bigger. "That was you asking me out? Logie bear I've been waiting for to long!" Patton said hugging Logan. "Y-you have?" Logan asked. "Yeah! I've liked you for a long time now." Patton and Logan smiled and hugged. Logan looked back at us and mouthed a 'thank you'. We smiled and nodded. "See that feels good doesn't it? I asked Remus. "Yeah it does. Next time let's not tho." He said jokingly. I giggled. "Ok, well what do you want to do today?" I asked him. He looked down."Well, we could go watch a movie, or play a round of twister in b-" I stopped him. "A movie sounds fun. What movie?" I asked him. "We could do a horror movie..." He sounded disappointed by the fact I shut him down about his 'game'. "There is the It chapter 2 movie that came out." I told him. He smiled and nodded. "It's only in theaters though." I told him. "We can still go!" He was exited. "Ok, but I would suggest wearing normal close to go see it. I'd love to see you in something normal to tell if I hate it or love it more then your normal cloths." He smiled and went to change. I honestly didn't want him to be hurt by others words for the way he looked, but either way I loved him. He came out wearing a pair of jeans and a block shirt with green stripes. He came over to me and hooked my arm with his. "Let's go my love." He said. "Alright." I said giggling, and then we left for the movies. 10/26/19 CHAPTER 24 Remus and me had just gotten out from seeing the new It movie and were laughing. "I can't believe that made me jump and that twist at the end! Oh my- god...." My excitement turned into fear. "Well I can't blame you for not seeing that coming." Remus started laughing. I soon tugged on his arm. "C-can we please l-leave now?" I asked. He looked down and saw the terror in my face. "What's wrong?" He asked. I could tell he was truly worried. "I-I..." Soon enough some one grabbed me from behind. "Miss me?" He asked letting me go. "N-no... You can rot in hell for all I care D-Devin!" I went to grab Remus to leave, but Devin grabbed my wrist. "I thought you loved me!" He some what yelled. "(Y/N) who is he?" Remus had venom in his voice, but it wasn't towards me. "Devin... he's my ex..." Remus was furious. "Hands off of (y/n), they aren't yours..." He said gently grabbing me and walking off. Remus took me outside and sat me down on a near by bench. "Are you ok? Did he hurt you? I hope I didn't scare you, did I?" He asked. I simply hugged him and whispered, "I'm fine... Just lets leave please." He nodded. "I thought he was in jail?" Remus asked. I checked my phone seeing my friend had texted me twenty-five text all in panic. "(B/F/N) texted me during the movie to tell me he was let out..." I was scared, but I felt safe with Remus. We soon left and I thought we would be safe from then on. Sadly I was wrong. Devin had come up behind Remus and hit him in the head. Remus rubbed his head and turned around. "Now this is where the fun begins!" Remus had a smile of someone ready to kill. "Oh I'm not scared of you!" Devin started throwing punches. Remus found Devin growing tired so he took his chance. He put on a face that I couldn't see, but Devin was terrified. "P-please don't kill me..." Devin begged Remus. "Oh I'n not gonna kill you..." Remus started. "Oh thank you, thank you so m-" Remus stopped him. "I'm just going to hurt you, really,really bad." Devin was terrified of what would happen. Remus soon got his hands on a rabid raccoon. Remus had a wicked smile. "This is a rabid raccoon... He's going down your pants!" Remus shoved the raccoon down the front of Denis' pants causing Denis to scream and run around. Remus picked me up and ran back to the house. "Why did you do that?" I asked him. "Well I knew you would be mad if I killed him so that was off the list... and besides, the raccoon isn't rabid... I only said it was to give him a good scare." He gave me a smile. We soon go to the front door and he set me down before going in. "Thank you..." I told him. "You might have scared him off for good." I giggled. "Anything for you, Beauty..." He leaned down and kissed me. I would have been crazy not to kiss back so I did. His kisses always had some form of saliva that would always get on me, but I didn't care. I loved his wet sloppy kisses because they were real. He then took my hand and lead me inside. After Thomas said hi and we chit chatted, Remus and I went back to his room. "Hey Remus...let's have some fun tonight." I said which gave him a big smile. 10/28/19 CHAPTER 25 Warning: Cussing, fun, time skips, Remus, and of course a happy ending for all. :) It was Halloween and the sides had dressed up in their costumes ready to go trick or treating. I went as Remus because him and the sides had chosen to do partner costumes, so why not make an excuse to wear his cloths? Thomas was Spider-man, Deceit and Remus went as Georgie and Pennywise, Virgil and Roman was Jack and Sally, then Patton and Logan was the Cheshire cat and the white rabbit. "So we have everyone and everything, correct?" Thomas asked. "You forgot something..." Virgil said. "A bag! We need a bag for candy!" I chimed in. Logan held up a bag. "I have grabbed a few just in case." We all nodded and headed out. "So there is a Halloween party at midnight, right?" Patton asked. "Yeah my friend (b/f/n) is hosting it. There will be a contest and games!" I was excited. They came back to see all their old friends for Halloween and decided to throw a party. We all went to the first house and Thomas knocked."Trick-or-treat!" We all said when the man opened the door. "Aren't you all a little to old for this?" He asked in a rude tone. "You're never to old to have fun!" Roman snapped back. The man grew angry and shut the door. We kept walking though. He wouldn't ruin our night of fun. We all skipped over to the next house and received candy this time. After we hit all the houses we went back to Thomas' house and pored out our candy. "I'll trade you a kit-kat for (y/f/c) (Your favorite candy.)" Remus said to Virgil. "Make it two." Virgil was making a tight deal. "Done!" Remus handed over his candy. "I will give my candy corn to anyone with out a trade!" Patton said. Patton never liked candy corn and no one knew why. It was odd for him to not like candy. "Hey call me weird, but I'll take it all!" I said knowing Remus loved the stuff. Everyone including Remus, which surprised me, gave me their candy corn. "Ok I will trade anything for (y/f/c), I'll even give you my leg!" Remus said as he took off one of his legs. Patton and Virgil started freaking out causing Thomas to panic. "Remus, babe, please put your leg on." I looked at him and he smiled. "As you wish." He put his leg back on. It ended with Logan just taking all the healthy stuff we all got, Patton got the rest of Logan's, but Logan told him not to eat it all in one month like last time, Deceit kept all his, Virgil got all the sour candies and hard to chew candies, then Roman got the chocolates and any other thing that had chocolate on it, Thomas had a mix of candy, but mostly his favorite candies were in it, Remus got all my favorite candy before I could get any, but I had all of the candy corn. I was mostly planing to give it to him. We all went back to our rooms to relax for a while before the party started. "Hey, baby cakes..." I turned to see Remus holding out his bag of candy. "What's this?" I asked. "It's your favorite candy, silly!" He said merrily. I giggled handing him the candy I got for him. "You know I would kiss you, but I don't want to mess up your make-up." I told him. He didn't care and started to kiss me. We pulled back."Your make-up is messed up..." I said sadly. "I can fix it before we leave again, just like how you can was it off later."He went and started kissing me again. Soon one kiss turned into a make out session. I soon pulled back and checked the time. "Ok... we need to fix out make-up cus we'll have to leave soon." I told him. He kissed me one more time and got up going to the bathroom. I followed and saw how the make-up affected my face. I cleaned my face after laughing and fixed up my make-up. I looked over at Remus who was applying more lip stick. "You ready?" I asked him. He nodded and we meet up with the others. We were all at the party now. Patton and Logan were talking, Thomas was talking to a guy, Roman and Virgil were dancing, somewhat. Remus was chit chatting with my friend, I was happy the two were getting along. As for me I was eating, there was honestly nothing better to do. I saw Remus look back at me and smile. I smiled back at which point he made sure his back was towards me. He pulled something out and showed (b/f/n) it. He slipped it back in and started talking to them, always taking a look over to me to me to see if I had moved. Soon enough I got up and joined them. "Hey! How's my favorite little friend?" (B/F/N) asked. "Well I'm having fun if that's what you mean." I laughed. "Hey we'll be starting some games here soon!" My friend told me. I gave a smile to them and everyone quieted down as Roman had asked them too. Virgil was in front of him, and he got down on one knee. "Virgil, my love... Will you be my dark and stormy night forever and marry me?" Roman asked pulling out a ring. Virgil slightly panicked, but said yes and hugged Roman. I watched the two kiss in happiness. I didn't see Remus turn his back on me and look at something. We ended that night with the most fun we've all had. It was soon Christmas and everyone sat down to open presents. "Awwww you bought us all sweaters! I love mine, (y/n)!" Patton exclaimed. Virgil actually put his on and smiled. Deceit surprisingly got us all something. "They are well..." He started. "Friendship bracelets!" I put the one for me one and hugged him. "Thanks Dee! I love it!" Everyone else loved theirs two. Remus started pulling out a box that was tiny and had green wrapping paper out of his shirt, but Logan stopped everyone. "Patton, I believe you should open this one next. It's from me." He handed Patton the box and Patton opened it. Tears swelled in his eyes and a smile that was bigger then the rings on Jupiter. "What's in it?" Roman asked. "'Will you marry me Patton?' Oh Logie bear of course I will!" Patton hugged Logan and for someone who doesn't smile, Logan had a big smile on his face. I saw Remus put the box back in his shirt and look down in disappointment. We all celebrated for the now two happy couples. Remus pulled out more boxes for everyone, giving them all little stuffed animals. It was two in the morning and I couldn't sleep. A million thoughts kept me awake. I got out of bed and started walking around the palace. My bare feet hit the cold ground as I went to the memories library. I scanned threw each book and found the one on where me and Remus first fell in love. I went to the next book and the next book and then I came upon the one from Halloween night. I watched it as Roman asked Virgil to marry him and that is when I saw Remus turn away. I looked closer at him and saw that he had a pain in his eyes. Then I remembered Christmas. Both of those times some one was asked to forge their love as one and become married. Did he think I would never want that? "What are you doing in here so late?" I heard a voice call from behind me. "Oh uh... I can't sleep..." I told them truthfully. I turned and saw Logan. "You should be getting at least eight or more hours of sleep. If something is troubling you to the point you can't sleep you can talk to me." He told me. "I'm fine, but thanks Logan." I gave a fake smile to him."I'm going to bed now." I told him. I gave him a quick hug and left for bed. I was there again, lying in Remus' bed, not being able to sleep. I didn't get any sleep that night causing me to pass out during a game. It was now Valentine day. Remus asked to go on a walk with me and I agreed. "To the wood's we go then!" He smiled at me. There was no doubt I loved him. There was also no doubt that I knew something would happen. We walked in and he started his little talk. "You know I love you right? Do you remember how I said I would never marry?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Well I was going to do this on Hallow's eve, but then Roman and Virgil, then I was prepared to do it on Christmas, then Logan did it, so I'm asking you now..." He got down on one knee and held my hand. "There is only one thing I would change about you... and that's your last name." He said. He pulled out a ring and waited. He looked like he was expecting a no or a slap in the face, but I tackled him down with a hug and kisses. "Yes! I've waited too long to hear that!" I couldn't stop myself from kissing him, but it didn't matter because he kissed me back. We all set our wedding dates the same. Halloween of that year. Logan did the normal tux and the others including myself put on a costume. Patton, Virgil, and I had linked arms to walk down the isle. Each step made Virgil panic, but Patton and I reassured him every thing would be grate. We each made it to our future husbands and listened to our vows. People clapped and cheered. Each of us kissed as was told too, none of us wanted to break apart. The flowers were tossed and Thomas caught one and my bestie caught two. I laughed at the sight of it. The one's who were wedded started the dancing. Remus glided me around and if I stepped on his toes he didn't care, just as long as he danced with me. Remus and I snuck out of the building and went to were the garden was. Roses were still in bloom surprisingly, and as I was looking at them Remus pulled something out. He pressed the play button and our song came on. "Might I have this dance Beauty?" He asked. I took his hand as Tale as old as Time played. "Only if you'll love me forever." I said slowly dancing with him. We swayed back and forth, he even picked me up to swing me. I felt as though this night could never end. we continued to dance in the moonlight and the song slowly came to an end. "Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. Beauty and~ the beast~" The music started to stop just as we stopped dancing. "I will love you until the day I die, and even then I wont stop loving you." He said kissing me. I kissed him back and we stayed like that for a few minutes, almost never to pull apart. 10/29/19 Published on 10/31/19 pages: 5.3 words: 2028 This is the last chapter. I just want to say thank you to everyone who read this, loved this, hated this, and commented on this. I love all of you and can't wait to start writing my next book. I don't know what It will be, whether it's a sequal to this or a new book entirely. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, this book, and everything in between. I love you all and have a lovely night. (I put together each chapter so that others may read the whole book if they wish, I love you all, I hope to write more for you guys soon. I love you and have a lovely night!)

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Warped [Time Warp Trio Fanfiction] - Chapter 10

Snow fell lazily outside of the Olympia diner where Joe, his friends, and Anna gathered to eat greasy fried food and work on homework. Snowflakes hit the window and melted into droplets upon contact, streaming down the glass pane. Outside, everything was washed out like winter itself was sucking the color out of everything with its last breath. The streets of Brooklyn were dead, as if the frigid weather itself was slowing down time, bringing it to a freezing halt.

Joe turned his attention to the blank paper in front of him, chewing on his eraser in thought. “How about,” he cleared his throat then said with extra bravado, “Ladies and Gentlemen of the audience! We are proud to present to you for the first time today the marvelous, mind-blowing, mesmerizing,—”

“Maddeningly mind-numbing…” Anna muttered, her eyes not leaving her book.

Joe was about to say something slick, when Sam cut in, “Hey, I got an idea for you! Now hear me out, why don’t you try working on your homework for a minute?”

“C’mon Sam,” Joe complained. “This is important. The talent show’s a few weeks away.”

“Yeah, and the homework’s due on Friday.”

Joe motioned to Fred, whose eyes were glued his phone screen, his earbuds plugged in his head. “How come you never say anything about him slacking off?”

Sam glanced at Fred and shook his head. “He always slacks off. At this point, I’m learning to accept it.”

“Hey!” Fred protested, pulling the earbud out. Joe was shocked that he could even hear them with his music blasting. “I’m doing my work.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Izzy looking up the answers for you doesn’t count.”

Izzy glanced up from the history textbook and smiled innocently. “It’s okay. I don’t mind helping him.”

“See Sam?” Fred smirked. “She doesn’t mind helping me.”

That did it. They went back and forth; Sam yelled at Fred to do his own research, Fred insisted that he learns better this way and bonked Sam on the forehead with an onion ring, blah blah blah. Joe tuned them out and tapped his temple with his eraser.

The talent show was coming up soon. He and Izzy got the trick down so now the only thing left for them to do was to tighten up their act, pick out their costumes, paint their trick box, finish his script… Okay, so there was a lot left to do, but the talent show was a few weeks away and they were making good progress.

“How about, ‘Prepare to feast your eyes on the—’”

“Is this whole act gonna be you shouting for six minutes,” Anna asked, “or will Izzy get the chance talk, too?”

Hearing her name, Izzy stopped apologizing to Sam and Fred to join their conversation. She smiled shyly and scratched the back of her head. “I don’t think I need to. It’s not that I’m shy—”

She’s so shy, Joe thought.

“—but speaking in front of a crowd is super nerve-wracking. I don’t know how Joe can do it.”

“His big mouth helps.”

Joe stuck his tongue out at Anna, but they both laughed.

“Are you gonna be okay on stage?” Fred asked, ditching his argument with Sam. “The talent show is gonna be more than the three of us… mostly because it’s mandatory.”

“Iz is gonna do great,” Joe said. “Anyway, are there any more comments from the peanut gallery, or can I get some actual input on my script?”

“Script?” Anna snorted. “You got, like, two lines.”

Joe huffed and ignored her. Looks like he’d have to come up with more “m” words by himself.

He considered what Anna asked him. Joe looked at Izzy comparing answers with Sam… then he realized he was staring at her and shot his eyes back down at his paper. Should he give Izzy some lines? Knowing her, she’d agree to it but he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

He, Sam, and Fred spent the past few days trying to do the opposite. They’ve studied together after school every day to keep her company and planned to see a movie this weekend (even though there was nothing good out in theaters) in an attempt to distract her from what went down on Monday.

Joe glanced back at Izzy laughing at something Anna said and smiled. At least she wasn’t thinking about what happened on Monday constantly.

~*~

Monday’s events were constantly on Izzy’s mind. Of course she thought about other things, but everything that happened was always spinning around in the back of her mind, never still enough for her to fully processed them.

Even after sharing what happened with her friends it still felt too surreal. She sat at the breakfast bar and fidgeted with her napkin, swinging her legs and avoiding eye contact.

Fred was the first to break the silence. “That’s crazy, man. How does your mom know Mad Jack?”

An excellent question. Izzy would like to know the answer, too. And what about her dad? Did he know? It wouldn’t surprise her.

Sam frowned and rubbed his chin in thought. “I wonder why The Book decided to warp you to that event in your life.”

“Who knows,” Fred said. “The dumb thing does what it wants half the time. Remember where we ended up when I wished we could go on summer vacation a week earlier back in eighth grade?”

Joe shuddered. “I thought we agreed to never talk about that?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “What I meant was why did it warp her to that moment specifically?”

“You have a point.” Joe turned to Izzy. “You said you wished you knew what was going on, remember? You think that’s related to your dad disappearing?”

Izzy shrugged. If so, she couldn’t make sense of it. Did Mad Jack have anything to do with her dad leaving? Even if he did, she was at another dead end. Mad Jack was an evil psycho doing evil psycho things, so her dad went to stop him from eviling psychotically… why? Why did he have to be the one to do it? Her dad wasn’t some kind of time cop.

Reality stung at her. There were a lot of things she didn’t know about her parents. If her mom was a time adventurer, what’s stopping her dad from being a time cop or whatever? If that was the case and was the reason he left, what could Izzy even do? How could she even help? There was one thing she did know, though; it wasn’t enough for her dad to disappear without a trace…

“He doesn’t want me near him,” Izzy said.

“Your dad?” Joe said. “Yeah, his letter said—”

“No, it’s more than that. I think… I think my dad did something, some kind of a spell. When I warped back, I don’t think it was with The Book. It felt like an outside force. And remember how we bounced back mid-warp? I think my dad put a blocking spell on himself so I can’t get to him at all, in any timeline.”

“So it’s magic?” Fred said. “That good right? Can’t you make a counter-spell or something? Undo what he did?”

“I-I don’t know magic that powerful.”

Izzy felt like the world’s lamest witch. She thought she was pretty good with the magic she knew, but levitating balls and phasing through objects wouldn’t be enough to break a spell that strong. This magic was way beyond her abilities. Sure she was able to place that protection spell on Anna and Joe and blast Mad Jack back in Egypt, but those were random magical outburst. Without a teacher, she wouldn’t know how to recreate those spells. Izzy never felt so powerless.

Her parents would tell her there’s no such thing as powerlessness. There was always something you could do within your power. But with all the things they never told her, she didn’t think she could put much stock in their words.

“You think your uncle could break it?” Sam asked Joe, tearing Izzy from her thoughts.

“Maybe,” Joe said. An annoyed edge crept in his voice. “The only problem is he’s impossible to reach.”

Silence washed over them again. Izzy watched her friends try and come up with something to cheer her up, but she was too wrapped up in her thoughts to hear them. They were worried about her and her dad, whom they never even met. Her heart warmed to see how they cared about her and worried with her. She felt touched… and guilty.

She pulled her friends into her situation with her and burdened them with her unsolvable problem. A part of her realized she was being silly. These were her friends, and if any one of them were in her place she’d be doing exactly what they were now. Still… she couldn’t help be feel like a problem. The guilt made her chest tighten.

Izzy sighed heavily, catching their attention. “Right now, there’s not much we can do.”

Her friends looked at her quizzically. She forced a smile. “We tried everything we could, right? There’s nothing else left to do. Thanks again for trying to use The Book to help me, Joe.” She placed a hand on his arm. “I really appreciate it.”

Joe frowned at her but nodded. “Yeah. No problem.”

Since then, the boys hung out with her after school everyday to keep her distracted. It was all so sweet. Even listening to the album Anna lent her helped keep her mind off things… things like the secrets her parents kept from her for fifteen years.

She couldn’t help but wonder what her dad was doing— wherever he was— and if it really had something do with Mad Jack. And she thought about her mom. If everything Mad Jack said was true, then Izzy didn’t know who her mom really was. She was an adventurer; Dulari the Daring. How could some random car accident take out someone so strong and powerful?

Izzy couldn’t get to her dad, but with The Book, she could go back in time and save her mom. She could talk to her, really get to know her, and—

No. No, no, no. Bad thoughts. Stop, stop. Izzy smacked her cheeks to snap her back to the present where she worked on Spanish homework in the noisy cafeteria. It wasn’t the best place for a dyslexic to learn a foreign—and equally difficult—language, but she’d rather get a headache conjugating Spanish verbs than a heartache thinking about her mom. Soy confundido, tú estás confundido, él ella estamos confundidos—

“Heeeeey, Isabella.”

The sweet, sing-song voice broke Izzy out of her concentración. Three girls without lunch trays slid into the seats around her and regarded her with interesar— interest.

Izzy shifted in her seat, trying to place their familiar faces. “Oh, hi. It's Isadora, or Izzy for short.”

A giggle from the girl across to her. Izzy frowned. What was so funny?

The girl closest to her smirked and perched her chin on laced fingers. “I love the name ‘Izzy’. It’s so… cute.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. Thank you.”

“You liking this school so far?”

“Yeah, it’s nicer than my last school. It used to be a women’s prison in the thirties and forties and—”

“We've noticed you've been hanging out with those three guys, like, all the time,” the lead girl interrupted. “What were their names again?”

Izzy perked up. “Joe, Sam, and Fred! They’re the best.”

“At what?” the giggling girl said. The third girl smacked her on the arm to shush her, but she was repressing a smirk of her own.

“Isadora…” The girl next to Izzy put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her like she’d just learned Izzy contracted a rare disease. “You do know what that looks like to other people, right?”

“What what looks like?”

“You know… One girl hanging out with three boys. It's not a good look for you, especially being new and all.”

Izzy frowned. “I don't understand.”

“People think you're, y’know, easy.”

“Easy?”

This time the other girls both laughed freely, and it dawned on Izzy what they meant. Their laughter felt like sandbags on her shoulders. She wanted to say the boys were just her friends, but the words lodged in her throat. She stared down at her half-eaten sandwich, her face so hot she was sure it was scarlet.

A backpack slammed on the table and everyone jumped two feet in the air. Izzy looked up at the owner of the backpack and gasped.

“Hey girls,” Rin said. “You giving my friend any trouble?”

Friend? Izzy was sure she didn’t mean her, but Rin’s usual sneer wasn’t directed at her this time, but at the other girls at the table. Rin was defending her?

The girl beside Izzy shrunk back. “W-we’re just talking to her.”

“More like you were trying to embarrass her.”

The girl who smacked her friend spoke up. “Relax, Patinkin. We’re trying to help her. People talk about her behind her back.”

“They can screw off. Who cares whose she's friends with? Why don't you mind your own business and stop fishing for gossip. Now run along and get a life.”

Rin fixed them with a hard look. Not a moment later the girls stood and fled from the table like ants running from water.

Izzy let out a relieved sigh she didn’t know she was holding. “Thank you.”

Rin shrugged her backpack back on. “Whatever. Those girls are piranhas. They’ll chew up every bit of drama you can give them and leave you a pile of bones and a bad reputation.”

“Oh, they weren’t that mean...”

Rin gave her a look that told Izzy she didn’t buy it. “Y’know, you’re too nice, dude.”

“Oh, thank y—”

“It’s not a compliment.”

Izzy deflated. “Oh.”

Rin lean on the table. “Being too nice gives people free rein to walk all over you. You need to tell people messing with you to stop and piss off.”

Izzy blanched. “I-I don't think I physically can.”

“Work on it.”

“Okay.”

Rin shook her head. Wrong answer. “That’s what I’m talking about. Don’t let people push you around and tell you what to do.”

“Not even you?” Izzy asked. She meant it innocently enough, but realized too late Rin might interpret her question as sass and get annoyed.

But instead of getting mad, she let out a short laugh. “Sure, not even me.”

Izzy laughed awkwardly and extended a hand to her. “I’m Izzy. Thank you.”

To Izzy’s surprise, she took her hand and shook it. “Rin. No problem”

Izzy couldn’t believe how nice she was being, especially after their first encounter. If this was Rin’s way of apologizing for their first meeting, then Izzy was relieved she decided to be nice to her now.

She was about to invite Rin to sit down when Joe and Fred returned to the table. Joe slid into the seat next to Izzy. “Hey, Iz. I snagged you a cook—” He noticed Rin and he flinched, but otherwise kept his composure. “Hey! It’s… you.”

Rin looked at him, unfazed. “Me.”

Fred eyed her suspiciously then looked at Izzy. “She giving you trouble?”

“Does she look like she’s in trouble?” Rin snapped.

“She wasn’t!” Izzy said. “She was—”

Sam slammed his tray on the table drowning out Izzy’s next words. He huffed and dropped to his seat. “You guys will not believe what I went through in that line. First, this kid tried to trip me! I almost— ah!”

When he saw Rin, he jumped and squeezed his bag of juice so tight it exploded all over his pants.

“Ah, come on!”

Fred laughed and pounded the table. Joe went to hand him some napkins, but Rin beat him to it. She grabbed the napkins from Fred’s tray and handed them to Sam. He yelped.

Rin frowned at him. “You okay there?”

“I’m okay, perfectly okay, why wouldn’t I be okay?!”

Fred wiped a tear from his eye. “Good job, dude. Real convincing.”

Sam laughed nervously and took the napkins from her. “T-thanks, Rin”

Rin looked away and scratched her cheek. “Whatever.”

She turned and Izzy realized she was about to leave.

“Wait!” Izzy called, jumping from her seat.

This time, it was Rin’s turn to jump.

“Uh, sorry, but we’re seeing a movie tomorrow. You can join us if you want. I’ll buy your snacks.”

Rin thought about it for a moment and smirked small. “Sure, if you’re paying.”

The boys stared at them as they exchanged numbers. Their jaws dropped so hard they fell off and skidded halfway across the cafeteria floor.

And with that, Rin snuck past a patrolling teacher and left the lunchroom.

“Uh…” Joe looked at Izzy in disbelief. “What was that all about?”

Izzy sat back down and twisted one of her earrings. “I wanted to thank her for saving me.”

“Wait,”Sam said. “She saved you? From what?”

Izzy explained to them what happened with the girls before they arrived.

“I guess we had her pegged wrong,” Joe admitted.

“Anyone who can get rid of those girls can’t be all bad,” Fred said. “They’re always like that, like someone injected Jodie with the essence of pure b—”

“Hey!” Joe shot Fred a look that shut him up.

There was the name Jodie again, the same one Anna mentioned at the museum. She was about to ask who Jodie was when Sam said, “So we’re gonna let her come with us?” He dabbed his juiced pants with the wad of napkins.

Fred mixed his ketchup and ranch with a french fry. “If she gonna be cool from now on, I’m cool.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Izzy. “So was that your way of asking Rin out on a ‘Thank You’ date?”

Izzy’s face warmed. “Date?! No! I didn’t mean it as a date. I don’t even think Rin’s my type.”

Joe raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t say anything as he drank from his bag of juice. For some reason this made Izzy’s cheeks grow hotter.

“So what is your type?” Fred asked.

Izzy thought about it for a second. To be honest, she never given it much thought before. “They have to be, like, y’know, and have like, some, uh, things and be a little… you know what I mean?”

Fred nodded and gestured “okay” with his hand. “Totally. Super vivid description. Very nice. Joe, I think she just described you.”

Sam chuckled. “Or you, the lunch lady, principal Robinson, John Cusack...”

“Looks like you got some stiff competition, dude.”

The two laughed. Izzy put her hands on her face and shook her head. “Guuuuys, you’re such dorks…”

~*~

Joe and Sam were the first ones to the movie theater. They waited inside by the ticket booth, discussing which movie they were going to subject themselves to. Their group had a rule that whenever they didn’t know which movie they wanted to see, the first ones there got to choose. Joe made it a point to arrive ten minutes early.

The theater they frequented, The Loop, was a combination movie theater and arcade. Everything from the eighties décor to the retro games to the ancient marquee with flashing lights pointed to this place being stuck in the past, but that’s exactly what Joe liked about it.

The crowd was sparse, even more so than normal during the Dump Months. A few clusters of teens bought food at the concession or hung out at the arcade. Two or three younger kids dragged their parents into the theater of some animated movie.

Joe yawned and stretched. He was still a bit tuckered out from how much he and Izzy practiced their routine a bunch the day before. They ran through it about a dozen times trying to get faster at it before Izzy convinced him to take a break before they burnt out.

“So we whittled it down to three movies,” Sam said. “The bad pop star bio-documentary, the bad action comedy, or the bad animated movie based on classic literature.”

“Our cup runneth over with options,” Joe said dryly.

“My vote is for the bad pop star movie.”

Joe and Sam turned to see Rin walk up to them, hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket.

“Huh, didn’t peg you as a fan,” Joe said.

“Oh, God, no!” she said more forcefully than Joe thought was necessary. “I just think it’d be fun to make fun of.”

Joe laughed. He was always down for enjoying a terrible movie, either genuinely or ironically.

Sam argued, but since it was two against one, he gave up and they bought their tickets. Joe filled in the silence with small talk. He wasn’t as nervous around Rin as Sam, and he was still a bit wary of her with her attitude. But she stood up for Izzy when she didn’t have to, so Joe was willing to give her a chance.

“Even my sister doesn’t like this guy,” Joe said, waving his ticket. “Though I guess it’s not surprising if you knew my sister. She likes weird experimental foreign music with a lot of screaming. I think she started listening to it ironically to annoy me but —”

“Okay,” Rin cut him off with a sigh. “I get what you’re doing.”

“Uh, talking?” Joe asked.

“Trying to make things less awkward, since he,” she pointed her chin at Sam, “wets himself when I’m around.”

“Hey!” Sam protested.

“Look, if you want to say something to me, say it. Get it off your chest so we can move on.”

“P-promise you won’t be mad?” Sam asked.

“No,” she said, “but it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you, dude.”

“Pretty sure that’s what scares him,” Joe muttered.

Rin raised an eyebrow at them, her expression unreadable. Sam shot Joe a ticked off glare before saying, “I am not scared of you. It’s that you’re being… nice.”

“What?” Rin asked. “I’m nice. I’m always nice.”

Joe very convincingly covered his laugh with a cough.

Sam was about to explain himself further when Fred sauntered over to them with Izzy in tow waving excitedly at them.

“Ah, man!” Fred complained. “You guys are early. Please tell me we’re not watching a chick flick?”

Joe told them their pick, and the look on their faces was gold. Izzy was more upset than Fred. You couldn’t tell by looking at her, with her pigtails and flowy pink skirt, but she was into more hardcore music than pop. Nothing that would make a conservative parent faint and clench their pearls, but there were a lot more screaming and guitar solos than you’d expect on her MP3 player (yeah, she seriously still had a MP3 player).

Rin made a good choice. The theater was surprisingly empty so the entire time the five of them sat in the back and mocked the film. Sam pointed out editing flaws when he wasn’t busy falling asleep from boredom. Fred made up crude parody lyrics to the songs and quipped about the cute, hyperactive fangirls in the film. Rin noticed Izzy would cringe in her seat every time a new song would start and would lean in her ear to whisper something that made her cringe harder. As for Joe, he couldn’t help but snicker and roll his eyes every time the music swelled during an oh-so emotional interview in a half-baked attempt to wring any tears from the audience.

After the film, the four of them hung out in the vacant arcade, goofing around and playing games. The machines were ancient and a couple were perpetually out-of-order, but they were always able to make things entertaining.

Hanging out with Rin was a lot of fun; even Sam started to relax around her. She could be intense and aggressive when they played competitive games, but she could go toe to toe with Joe and even Fred when it came to shooting hoops.

Fred used the tickets he won to claim the greatest prize imaginable: a bedazzled tinfoil crown straight from a D-list fast food restaurant.

Fred grinned. “How do I look?”

“Like the crowned Duke of Dorks,” Rin said, sipping from her soda. Izzy giggled and covered her mouth.

“Duke?” Fred asked incredulously. “I don’t even get to be a king?”

“He’s the king.” She motioned to Sam and plopped in a chair of the broken Rapid Rage game.

Sam flushed and glared at her. “Hey!”

Joe laughed and claimed the seat beside her. “Right, they’re the dorks. Whose idea was it, again, to watch a teeny-bopper documentary?”

Rin rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I suggested it. To mock it.”

Izzy frown at her. “I thought you liked the movie.”

Was it Joe’s imagination or did Rin’s cheeks turn pink?

“Pffft, what made you think that?”

“During the movie you were telling me all this trivia about—”

“Hey!” Rin shot up from her seat. “I’m gonna go grab another refill.”

“Cool,” Fred said. “Can you grab me a—”

She was already gone, fleeing to the concession stand.

Fred’s face fell. “Never mind.”

“She forgot her cup,” Sam said

Joe waited for Rin to vanish behind a claw crane machine before he asked Izzy, “What did she tell you?”

“Just stuff like who wrote his songs,” she explained, spinning her earrings. “Can you believe the lead singer of Strawberry Tragedy wrote the song ‘Sweet Love’?” She crinkled her nose in disgust.

“Totally cannot imagine that,” Fred muttered.

Did Rin actually like that music? Joe couldn’t see it. She had the attitude and wardrobe of someone who’d mosh at concerts and wasn’t afraid to stomp on you. Nothing about her screamed “bubblegum teen pop.”

Joe was about to suggest that go find Rin and give her her cup when Sam shrieked. Joe froze as a familiar sensation crept around him. Even before he looked down, he knew that a green fog was coiling around him them vines.

“Joe!” Sam cried. “What’s happening?!”

“I don’t know!” Joe said.

“Do something!”

“Like what?! I didn’t even bring The Book with me.”

Izzy squeaked and glomped onto the closest arm (this time Sam) and nearly knocked them both over.

Fred tried to swat the fog away. “Maybe we can—”

It was too late for whatever Fred tried to suggest before the four of them were unwillingly dragged through time and hurled towards their next adventure.

#time warp trio #timewarptrio #fanfiction #joe #sam #fred #anna #female oc #izzy #rin

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