the best sandwich ever

I was on the beach with my friend, and a moray eel kept jumping out of the water. I turned to my friend and started singing “when an eel jumps so high it ends up in the sky, that’s a moray.” Then, after several failed attempts to hit said eel with nerf darts so I could put in on my sandwich, I rode a horse into the ocean, captured a sea witch and demanded all the eels. He gave me all the eels, and then cursed me so I could never swim in the ocean again before disappearing. I was indifferent to the curse and then proceeded to google which kind of eel went best on sandwiches. I woke up before I ever got my eel sandwich.

You Don't Say (Mike Faist X Reader)

WC: 2227

Warnings: Kinda angst, fluff, Will Roland sorta plays Cupid

Summary: An innocent lunch meet up between Will and Y/N sends a lovestruck Mike into a mildly jealous fury.

Tags: @lildipstick @bellasabb

A/N: This was requested by an anon who wanted Mike and the reader crushing on each other and being super oblivious, and Mike flipping out when another guy hits on her. This is a little different, but I hope you enjoy it none the less.

“Yo! Y/L/N!” Mike called as he walked into my dressing room, earning a glare from me. “Someone’s excited.” Mike muttered and I rolled my eyes, walking up to him and takin a cup from the tray he carried.

“Why does mine have a heart on it?” I questioned, looking intently at the paper cup. “I got it requested, just for you.” Mike said, winking at me.

I shook my head gently, taking a sip from the coffee. “You’re such a nerd.” I muttered and Mike smiled brightly. “You know you love it.” He said, smirking at me.

“Whatever.” I said, smiling at Mike from behind my cup. “So, I have a proposition for you, Y/N/N.” Mike said and I put my cup down, glaring at him.
“I thought I told you not to call me that, Michael.” I said and Mike rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you wanted to come out with me after tonight’s show? I know a great little bar just down the road from here.” Mike said, draping himself across my couch.

“Why the hell not? I enjoy your company, Faist.” I said and Mike smiled, pulling me into a quick hug. “Awesome. Come find me after the show, Y/L/N.” Mike said, winking at me as he left my dressing room.

“Love you Y/N!” Mike called out as he walked down the hall, and I felt a heat rise in my cheeks. “Right back at ya Mike!” I shouted, sticking my head out of my dressing room door.

“Ugh, get a room you two.” Olivia said as she walked past and I scowled at her. “Shut up Liv.” I said, and she laughed to herself. “I’m serious. You two are so in love with each other.” Olivia retorted, and I felt my cheeks flush pink.

Olivia gasped dramatically and poked my cheek. “She’s blushing, ladies and gentlemen. That can only mean one thing! She’s in love!” Olivia said, in a very over the top commentator voice.

“Sometimes I question why we’re friends, Puckett.” I said and Olivia pouted, looking up at me with puppy dog eyes. “Whatever. Seeing as I’m going on for Kris, you’ll go on for Laura. You cool with that?” Liv said and I nodded, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“Awesome. I’ll leave you alone, but a word of advice. Ask Mike out. The boy adores you, Y/N.” Liv said and I felt my cheeks burn as I shoved her out of my dressing room.

My phone buzzed and I picked it up, chuckling at the message that illuminated my phone screen.

From: Mikey 😉

Hey Y/L/N. Meet me outside my dressing room at 9:45. We can head off from there. Also, don’t pull an MLB and wear your mic belt out.

I shook my head, remembering when Michael had left home with his mic belt still on. “Y/N! Hey girl!” Will called and I rolled my eyes, gesturing for him to come in.

“What do you want, Roland?” I said and Will fake pouted. “I’m truly hurt, Y/N. Anyway, I was wondering if you, uh, maybe wanted to go grab something to eat?” Will asked, rocking back and forth on his heels.

“Sure. Is anyone else coming?” I asked and Will tentatively shook his head. I felt my cheeks heat up a little but I smiled at him. “I’d love to. You got anywhere in mind?” I asked, standing up from my couch.

“I know this little deli that makes a mean Rueben.” Will said and I chuckled, grabbing my jacket and closing my dressing room door behind me.

“You know I love a good Rueben.” I said and Will laughed, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets. “So, I heard that you’re going on for Laura tonight. You nervous?” Will said, and I smiled to myself.

“A little. I’ve always gone on for Kris, so I’m comfortable as Alana. Also, I’ve got plenty of scenes with you when I’m playing Alana, which just makes my night.” I said and Will’s cheeks flushed pink at my comment.

“Thanks.” Will said, giving me a half smile. I returned it and walked a little closer to him, the early October winds crisp. “You cold?” Will asked and I nodded, shivering a little.

“Here. Take this.” Will said, taking off his scarf and handing it to me. “I don’t want you getting cold.” I said, shoving the scarf back in Will’s direction. “Just wear it Y/N.” Will said, a determined look on his face.
“Ok, ok.” I muttered, draping the scarf around my shoulders. It did warm me up, and it smelled like Will. I paused, my eyes widening as I began to process what was happening.

Taking me to this obscure little deli for my favourite sandwich, giving me his scarf, the constant blush on his face. Oh my god, this is a date. At least, he thinks it is.

“Here we are!” Will’s voice interrupted my thoughts, and I mustered up a smile as we walked through the door. The deli was small and homey, in a way, and the decor made it look like something straight out of the 50’s.

“You really do know how to choose a restaurant, Roland.” I said, shrugging off my coat and Will’s scarf and draping them over the back of a chair.

“Thanks. I’ve been in here a few times before, and I thought you’d like it.” Will said and I nodded, smiling widely at him. “I take it you’ll want a Rueben.” Will said, looking at me with a smirk.

“You know me too well. Also, you’ve kinda talked up this deli, so.” I said and Will laughed, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose. “I guess so.” Will flagged down a waiter and ordered two Reuben sandwiches, a caramel latte and a hot chocolate.

“Hey. Can I ask you something?” I said bravely and Will nodded, resting an elbow on the table. “Is this, uh, is this a date?” I asked, stammering slightly. Will’s eyes widened and I suddenly felt very nervous.

“You thought this was a date?” Will said and I nodded slowly, hoping I hadn’t just ruined our friendship. “I haven’t been on many dates, but you gave me your scarf and you brought me to this out of the way place. Not to mention it’s just the two of us.” I rambled, waving my hands about awkwardly.

Will chuckled, looking at me with raised eyebrows. “I’m sorry if you thought this was a date. I just wanted to treat you to a little something before tonight’s performance. You looked a little nervous.” Will said and I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.

“Oh thank god. I just didn’t want to jeopardise our friendship, or.” I said and Will waved his hands about, a smirk on his face. “Also, you’re so in love with Mike it isn’t funny. Oh, don’t look surprised. Everyone knows.” Will said, picking up on my shocked expression.
“Even though I’m quite annoyed right now, those sandwiches look delicious.” I said, pointing to the waiter who was carrying a tray with our food and drinks on it. We got our order, and I swear it was the best sandwich I have ever had.

“I shouldn’t have doubted you for a second. This is an incredible sandwich.” I said, my mouth half full of food. Will snorted and I glared at him. “I told you it was the best.” Will retorted, a smug look on his face.

We finished our food and paid the bill (Will paid, just to spite my whole date idea), and began the walk back to the theatre. We chatted about random things the whole way back, and before we knew it we’d arrived.

“Thanks for that. I had a great time.” I said, handing Will his scarf back. “It was no problem treating my favourite gal to something nice.” Will said and I rolled my eyes, punching his shoulder.

“Whatever Roland.” I said, pulling him into a brief hug. I suddenly heard something drop, and I broke the embrace swiftly. “You should probably check that out.” Will said, kissing my forehead briefly.

I waved goodbye before turning to see where the sound had come from. I noticed a discarded box on the floor, and picked it up to see that there was a tag with my name on it.

In that crazy, loopy handwriting I loved so much it read “To Y/N. Happy kinda debut as Zoe! Love, Mike.” I cursed internally and picked up the box, rushing to my dressing room and setting it down on my bench.

“Mike! Mike!” I called, hoping he’d respond. When I didn’t get a reply I took in a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I went to his dressing room and knocked hesitantly on the door.

I didn’t get a reply, but I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. “Michael Faist. Open the goddamn door!” I said, banging on it with my fist.

I stepped away when I heard the doorknob creak, and took in a deep breath. “Come in.” Mike muttered, a defeated look on his face.

I walked in, the familiar room suddenly feeling alien to me. “Do you want something, Y/N? Shouldn’t you be off with Will?” Mike muttered, a dark look on his features.

“I just wanted to check in. You looked pretty upset before.” I said gently and Mike chuckled darkly, shaking his long hair out of his face.

“Well, I’m all good now, and clearly you’re perfectly fine.” Mike said and I looked at him strangely, frowning slightly. “What do you mean, Mike?” I asked and Mike shook his head.

“I’m surprised you don’t know. Why don’t you go ask Will?” Mike spat, his words full of a venom I’d never heard him use before.

“What the hell are you on about?” I said, my voice increasing in volume. “You and Will! You two are just the epitome of happiness, aren’t you?” Mike shouted, his hands flying about frantically.

“Will and I aren’t dating, Mike!” I shouted, and even though it was the truth, Mike clearly didn’t believe it.

“You can say that, but I saw you two all cozied up in the foyer. You were wearing his scarf, and you just looked… happy. A happiness I hadn’t seen before.” Mike said, his voice softening towards the end of the sentence.

“Mike, listen to me. Will and I aren’t dating. We just got lunch together, as friends. Friends do that sometimes.” I said and Mike looked at me, hope glimmering in his eyes.

A silence settled over the room, and I awkwardly shifted, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. “Y/N.” Mike whispered, and I looked up to see him standing almost directly in front of me.

I felt my cheeks heat up and my heart started pounding, Mike’s breath fanning over my face. “Yes?” I said, my hands shaking a little. Mike didn’t respond, and I suddenly felt disappointed.

That disappointment ceased when I felt Mike’s lips on mine, a sudden feeling of euphoria washing over me. I snaked my arms around his waist, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

Mike’s hands cupped my face, and his slightly calloused fingers caressed my cheeks. His lips were soft, and they fit against mine perfectly, like two pieces of a puzzle.

The kiss finished as soon as it had begun, and I immediately missed the feeling of Mike’s lips on mine. “I may have overreacted, in hindsight.” Mike said and I laughed softly, resting my forehead against his.

Mike’s hands left my face, and he situated them around my neck. “You don’t say.” I replied, holding Mike’s waist gently.

“Either way, I think we can safely say that you and Will aren’t dating.” Mike said and I nodded, bringing him into another kiss. Before anything could heat up, we were interrupted by applause from the doorway.

We broke apart, and I turned to see Will leaning against the doorframe, a wide smile on his face. “I heard shouting, so I thought I’d check up on you two. Clearly, I shouldn’t have worried.” Will said, gesturing to us with his hand.

“Well, I guess we kinda have you to thank for this.” I said and Will looked at me quizzically. “Mike, I have found out, is the jealous type.” I said and Mike’s cheeks went bright red as Will’s jaw dropped.

“If that’s the case, then I’ll just say you’re welcome.” Will said, winking at us. I chuckled, and I felt Mike slip his arm around my waist.

“Thanks, I guess.” Mike said and I chuckled, pecking his burning cheek. “Ok, that’s my cue to leave. See you guys later!” Will said, his voice trailing off down the hall.

“You should go.” Mike said, gesturing in the direction of my dressing room with his head. “Yeah. I’ll see you very soon.” I said, chastely pressing my lips to Mike’s.

“Bye Y/N.” Mike said, reluctantly letting go of me. I blew him a kiss as I walked away, a dumb smile plastered on my face. “Bye Mike.” I muttered to myself, feeling happier and lighter than ever before.


(30 paragraphs of unfunny shit nobody cares about)

I will wake you up early
even though I know you like to stay through the credits.

I will leave pennies in your pockets,
postage stamps of superheroes
in between the pages of your books,
sugar packets on your kitchen counter.
I will Hansel and Gretel you home.

I will talk though movies.
Even ones I have never seen before.

I will love you with too many commas,
but never any asterisks.

There will be more sweat than you are used to.
More skin.
More words than are necessary.

My hair in the shower drain,
my smell on your sweaters,
bobby pins all over the window sills.

I make the best sandwiches you’ve ever tasted.
You’ll be in charge of napkins.

I can’t do a pull-up.
But I’m great at excuses.

I count broken umbrellas after every thunderstorm,
and I fall asleep repeating the words thank you.

I will wake you up early
with my heavy heartbeat.
You will say, Can’t we just sleep in, and I will say,
No, trust me. You don’t want to miss a thing.

—  Sarah Kay, Love Poem #137
Superiority (Dylan Larkin)

Anonymous said:

Hi! Could you write a Dylan Larkin imagine where he takes the reader back to the university of Michigan and shows her around???? Thank you!!!

Word count: 1608

Author’s note: I do not go to UMich, so please, if you go there and I got something about your school insanely wrong, let me know!

Originally posted by glovesdropped

Dylan loved the University of Michigan. He had all of his old U of M memorabilia up around the apartment, subscribed to all of the university’s games and was a season-ticket holder for the school’s hockey team. So when you and he were both finally able to attend a Saturday game, he jumped at the chance to take you to his ‘old stomping grounds.’

You, on the other hand, attend Michigan State. Even though Dylan swears that you’re miserable at Michigan State and constantly tries to convince you to transfer (‘it’s a shorter drive to Detroit if you go to UMich!’), you’re steadfast in your belief that you’re a diehard Spartan. Needless to say, that means that you’re not all that thrilled that Dylan decides to take you to visit his alma mater. Sure, you’re excited that Dylan finds you important enough to show you this huge part of his life, but the rivalry between University of Michigan and Michigan State is so deeply ingrained into your mind that you just can’t get past the fact that you’re stepping onto the campus out of your own free will.

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It pains me to say it because the Cuban is the best sandwich ever created but I’m thinking Tony might be more of a Monte Cristo guy.

Ohhhhhhh that’s a really good point, like literally the second I read this I thought about the best monte cristo I have ever ever had, which was at the Blue Bayou Restaurant at Disneyland.

Oh my god Tony’s favorite sandwich is specifically the Blue Bayou Restaurant’s Monte Cristo sandwich. AHAHAHAHAH GOOD CALL. 

A China Rose: Chapter 9

Originally posted by mannudi10

Summary: Y/N was once an employee at Prince Adams castle along with being his childhood friend but she doesn’t remember. Caught up in the curse, she ends up in Villeneuve where she stands out. But circumstances arrive and she somehow returns to the place she once called home, and a beast she once thought a friend.
A multi-chapter fanfiction. MASTERLIST

Author’s Note: Okay, it’s here. I’m sorry about the delay, I had 4 exams this week. For those who don’t know, my upload schedule has changed to this. I hope you all enjoy this next instalment. As usual, requests, tags and questions are OPEN. Enjoy guys! :)

Chapter 9: A Forbidden Corridor
You’d been in the castle for a week, not that you hadn’t tried to escape. It seemed that as much as you wanted to leave, that was how much the staff wanted you stay. Every time you walked past the front doors, the easiest form of escape, Chapeau the coatrack was always standing by like a guard dog. Not only that, but the staff were very unwilling to let you be alone. After a full day of them not leaving you side you had told Mrs Potts that although you knew they were trying to be helpful, they were actually only making the castle feel more like a prison. From then on staff only escorted you from meals as they collectively decided that no one was to dine alone. After being left alone by the staff, you began to explore the castle. You began tentatively at first, not really venturing outside of the corridor that your room was on, for the first four days. You went in every room you came across. They were all bedrooms, and it made you wonder how many a Beast needed.
They were very helpful though. Each room provided you with more cloth for your rope, which was now long enough to hang past the roof, about twenty feet above the ground. You knew that in a couple of days, it would reach the grounds outside. Knowing you only had a few more days of torture, helped you relax whenever you walked anywhere, as you knew that any trace of you would be forgotten about as quickly as you came. The only problem with your rope was that you were finding it increasingly hard to hide it from the view of any servants that came into your room; the bed was getting far too small. You had to remove your own sheets from the rope, as the nights were so cold that your teeth chattered involuntarily. When you had woken up from your first night in the castle your lips were blue and your limbs numb, as you slept without covers. You decided then and there that a rope would be no use if you weren’t alive to use it.
With each day, you explored more of the castle. The first day that you ventured past your corridor you had run into Cogsworth and you had half expected him to tell you to go back to your room, as if you were seven years-old. Instead, much to your relief he had simply asked you whether you needed anything. You were about to decline before you decided that it would be helpful to have someone with you if you were to explore, in case you got lost (and from the size of the castle it seemed very likely). He had leaped at the idea of giving you a tour of the castle and managed to give you an in depth history lesson of the castle to boot. He has spent twenty minutes on one suit of armour alone. Although you found it endearing that he cared so much about the derelict castle, you couldn’t help but zone out on occasion especially when he decided to talk to you about an old tapestry that laid ripped on one of the castle’s many marble floors. Despite never even being in this castle before, you could help but feel an overwhelming sensation of familiarity when he told you certain facts, even if you were certain that you’d never heard of them before. You didn’t dwell on those thoughts. Cogsworth had most likely moved on from the object that gave you these thoughts into the next thing that he wanted to tell you about. You naïvely thought that he would take you into the west wing, just for a moment but when you even looked at it up the stairs, he distracted you with a fact about the staircase. You ventured into few rooms as he claimed that they were locked bar the Beast’s orders. You were upset that you couldn’t go through one set of finely decorated doors as they looked like they held something spectacular behind them. Cogsworth had moved on before you could ask what laid behind them. His tour lasted the majority of the morning, with Lumière joining you halfway through and whilst Cogsworth rambled on about history, Lumière usually made comments like, “This is the armour that Cogsworth threw up in after a particularly stressful day.” He made sure to keep his voice down and you tried as hard as possible to not throw your head back in a fit of laughter.
Once the tour was complete you went back to your room, where Mrs Potts and Y/F/N came up to give you your lunch. A simple sandwich with lettuce and tomatoes. It was by far the best sandwich you had ever had in your life, as in the village fresh fruit and vegetables were rare, and white bread too expensive to afford. You savoured every bite, whilst holding idle chat with your two escorts for that meal. You talked more about yourself than about them. They learnt about most of your life in the village. How you spent your time, who you liked and who you disliked. You mentioned Agathe and how she was so funny with the comments she made about the villagers when you have her the weekly bread and jam, with the occasional piece of fruit from the garden. You spent a long time ranting about Gaston and his brashness and you could see Y/F/N getting visibly angered after each tale of Gaston’s proposals. However, he did burst out laughing when you told him that you had punched him in the face. You told them about Père Robert, and how he had taken you in. They didn’t push you to reveal things from before your time in the village. You’d shuffle uncomfortably and if you were honest with yourself, you didn’t remember much about your life before. You remembered your father, what he told you about your mother but apart from that, you drew a blank.  After you’d finished your lunch, you gave them your thanks as they left you alone.
You readied yourself for some exploring on the seventh day in the castle. Now that you’d been round the entire East, North and South wings, you were certain that you’d be able to find your way back to your room in time for the staff to escort you to dinner, which you still had to take in secret as the Beast was as good as your word. As you were about to leave your room, a light tap was heard outside. You opened the door slowly and looked up and down the corridor to see no one there. You were about to shut your door, to finish hiding your rope when you heard a voice from down at your feet.
“I’m down here, miss.”
You looked down to see Chip smiling up at you from his saucer, his mother nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, it’s you Chip,” you said smiling down at him, “Sorry that I didn’t see you, and call me Y/N please.” He nodded, his smile still plastered on his face as he made his way into your room. “What can I help you with?” You asked him.
“I know you’ve already had a tour but I was wondering if I could show you my favourite places of the castle.”
Oh, he was so sweet. Your heart melted slightly at his innocence and you knew that you couldn’t deny him of his request.
“Of course you can.” You said brightly as you picked him up in your hands. “Just tell me where to go and I shall.”
So you went with him, on his very own tour and although you’d never say it out loud, you much preferred his tour to Cogsworth’s. He didn’t focus on the objects that decorated each hall and he took you into several rooms that Cogsworth had previously told you were locked. One such room, was another bedroom, one which Chip said belonged to one of the rudest woman he had ever met, when she visited the castle.
The room was seemingly frozen in time. The bed sheets looked half made and slightly messy, the vanity still had opened boxes of powder and rouge, brushes still dipped into them. The armoire was opened and several fine dresses were spewed out onto the floor. A boot or shoe were found scattered around the room. Whoever this woman was, they left in a hurry. Everything was covered in a layer of dust, like it had not seen the light of day in years. There was a strange familiarity with this room as well. You could see a young, haughty woman sitting at the vanity, a ridiculous wig on her head as she applied too much rouge to her cheeks. You could see a young maid giggling with her at the cruel comments she made about others. You shuddered, those thoughts seemed too real. Although this room was beautiful but in disarray you didn’t understand why Chip cared about this room at all.
“Why is this one of your special places?” You asked him. He hopped off you hand and made his way up and onto the messy bed.
“I didn’t like the woman who stayed here, she hurt my friends and family with what she used to say.” He started. “So when I’m mad I come up here and jump up and down on the bed, as a way to get her back for what she said.”
Your heart did a mini-jump in your rib cage. He was too innocent to be trapped as a teacup. You just wanted to hug him. Instead you surprised yourself as you clambered onto the dusty bed with him, ignoring the fact that you would be extremely dirty afterwards.
“Well Chip, I’m quite angry at the Beast for keeping me here, so may I join you?”
He nodded and he began jumping up and down, sending clouds of dust into the air. Soon you joined him, and you both jumped until the entire room was misty with dust and you were coughing from the amount of it all.
“That was just what I needed.” You told him between coughs as you got down from the bed. He bounced up into your gloved hands whilst giggling. You caught your face in the reflection of the vanity as you made your way out of the room. You were your hair and clothes were grey, making you look like a ghost.
You emerged from the room, trying to avoid any of the staff so that Chip wouldn’t get told off. You managed it successfully, and before long Chip had led you to a hidden, abandoned corridor. The door to it was just as hidden. It was carefully carved into the decoration on the wall. In the corridor there were several cobwebs, usually you would have battered them away from you but as you were already so dirty that a few cobwebs would complete your undead look. It was dark, with the only light coming in from one or two small windows. It was eerily calm.
“Where are we Chip?”
“Not long now till we get there.” He said encouragingly. You weren’t comforted by his words. You could barely make him out through the darkness. What made you even more unnerved was the fact that he didn’t give you any directions to where you needed to go. You just simply wandered to where you needed to be. You travelled down a winding staircase, through another corridor to emerge into an abandoned hallway. There were several open doors that all lead to a different rooms, mostly bedrooms but there was the occasional office (you think). It was just as neglected as the other dark corridors you travelled down. Unlike the rest of the abandoned rooms you had found, they seemed to have character, as if they were loved, not for show like everything else in this castle.
“This was where I lived.” He said from your palm. He jumped down from your hand and skated over to one of the opened doors. You approached carefully, not wanting to pry on his past.
“I come down here, when I want to remember before. This was my room, with Maman.” He said as he scooted into the room. You entered slowly, to see two beds on either side of the room. One was larger and the other had a small teddy bear perched on it. You couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sadness, how painful it must have been for him, to be trapped in a place that is his home. “We don’t go here anymore.” He continued. “We sleep in the kitchen and such, because it takes too long to get down here. Sometimes, I sneak down here to be me again.” You bent down to be roughly at the same level as him.
“What happened here Chip?” You asked.
“I don’t know. One moment, I was running from Maman, to try and get a glimpse of the ball. The next thing I know, there’s a strange lady and master’s a beast and I’m a teacup.” You pick him up and place a small kiss on him, your way of giving him a hug. He smiled as you placed him back on the floor. “Go explore.” He told you, “I’m going to say hi to Mr Snuffles, it’s been a while since I’ve seen him.” He turns and hops over to his bed and the teddy bear. You stand up and venture to the hallway. You didn’t want to intrude on the servant’s lives, it was wrong but you were pulled towards one door. You opened it to see a desk, and several unfinished inventions of sorts strewn haphazardly around the room. It very much reminded you of your own workshop in the village. In fact it was exactly like your workshop. Even the drawers were in the same place. Your attention was drawn to what was on the desk in the centre of the room. Several papers were threw on top of it, each with a different mechanism drawn onto it. There was also a half deconstructed doll on its side. You approached it and picked it up in your hands. You were immediately enthralled by it and wanted to take it apart, but you remembered that this was someone’s doll and that someone in the castle was working on it. So you placed it back down but couldn’t help but feel nauseous. The more time you spent staring the doll, the worst you felt and you ended up bursting from the room, to prevent you from heaving. Your china hand was somehow throbbing violently, which had never happened before. You ripped off your glove to see if anything was wrong, tearing through the bandages that were holding your broken arm in place. You screamed slightly, to see that the crack had managed to heal entirely in the space of three days. That wasn’t possible. You began to panic, wondering how this was possible, when you were brought slowly back to reality by Chip asking if you were alright. You paid no attention to what he said, you only clung onto his voice, that it meant someone was with you. When you finally calmed you heard him whisper,
“What happened to your hand?” He asked. You took a deep breath.
“I was born with it I think.” You said to him, talking about your past before the village for the first time in years. “It’s just my hand. China, admittedly, but it is mine nevertheless.”
“I like the colours.” He said.
“Thank you, but that’s just paint. A sunrise I saw the day before I came here. It’s really just plain white.” You told him.
“I think it’d be pretty whatever colour it was.” He said.
“Thank you, Chip but most people wouldn’t think that. Most people would think that I’m a monster.” 

“Well, you’re not. You’re really pretty, that means you can’t be a monster.”
“I think Gaston could appose that proposition, but thank you.”
You sat in silence for the next few moments before Chip spoke up.
“Would you play with me?” He asked.
“Of course I will Chip. What do you have in mind?”
He tilts forward and tips out a small ball onto the floor. You grab it and look at him questioningly.
“Aim for my head.” You throw the ball gently at first. Soon, however, you were throwing it from across the room, both of you determined to get as far as possible. You managed to get to the opposite wall and you both cheered, thrilled that you had managed to get as far as you possible could. It was only then that you saw the clock, that looked like Cogsworth but it wasn’t, on the fire place to the side of the room. It was late. You were meant to have been in your room for dinner an hour ago.
“Oh no!” You exclaimed. “I was meant to be at dinner! They’re probably searching for me.”
Chips eyed widened, concerned that he’d get punished for this. “I won’t tell, if you just help me get back as soon as possible.” You scooped him up and he barked directions to you so that you’d emerge in the kitchens.
Before you reached the door, you could hear the panic behind the door.
“She’s gone!”
“All hope is lost!”
“She can’t have gone far!”
You braced yourself as you approached the door. Taking a few deep breaths, you looked down at Chip who gave you a slight nod of approval. You burst through the door, which caused several of the staff jump in fear. Everyone stared at you, a puzzled and concerned look on their faces. It was then that you realised that you were grey with dust, covered in cobwebs and that your china hand was on display for everyone to see. You gave them all a sheepish smile before Mrs Potts came rumbling over to you both.
“Where have you been Chip? And Y/N, what on earth did you do?” her voice laced with a thick layer of genuine concern.
“Me and Chip decided to play a game.” You said after several moments. “It was my idea, not his. We were playing hide and seek. I apologise for not telling you all. I’m sorry if I scared you.”
Mrs Potts let out a small sigh of relief.
“It’s fine dear,” she said. “Why don’t you have dinner in the kitchen, and then we’ll draw you a bath to clean you up.” You smiled and nodded at her, thanking her for her generosity. You placed Chip down next to her whilst you sat at the table and began to eat the now cold food that was prepared for you. You didn’t speak a word to anyone, but you did give Chip a large smile and wink when you noticed him staring. He giggled as he jumped up to the sink to help wash the dishes. With you being silent, you simply listened to everyone and found it slightly upsetting to hear a group of maids, discussing your hand. They were saying how it was unnatural. You wanted to shout at them, saying how they were moving dusters but you managed to restrain yourself.
You finished the meal quickly and Mrs Potts was the one who decided to escort you to your room. You didn’t speak and when you reached the stairs she stopped. Clearly it was hard for her to travel up steps. You looked at her, puzzled.
“We’ll come and get you when your bath is ready.” You still looked at her, wondering why she wasn’t going to escort you to your room. She apparently could read minds. “I trust you enough to make it to your room by yourself. I’m not Cogsworth or the master.” You cringed slightly at the mention of the Beast. You’d forgotten all about him as you had yet to see him again since the first night. You nodded towards her and let out a small “Thank you,” before she pulled away back towards the kitchen. You were alone. You began to walk up the stairs towards the East wing before you halted suddenly. You looked down to the doors. Chapeau was absent from the door, probably helping clean up the dinner. This was perfect. You slowly turned towards the forbidden wing. Out of its own accord, you began slowly making your way towards the wing, not caring about the consequences. You were determined to find out its secrets.
It was just like the East wing. That’s what you first noticed. The only difference was that this felt scary instead of sad. You shivered, yet your body kept on forcing you onwards. It was pitch black, yet you managed to navigate your way through the labyrinth of corridors effortlessly. Before long you found yourself outside of two large, golden, crumbling doors. How, you were unsure. Your body just took you there. Now, your body was no longer in charge. Your mind was. You realised that you were surrounded by broken furniture. You swallowed loudly. You turned back towards the doors and with curiosity overcoming your common sense, you pushed open the doors forcefully. You entered the room slowly.
There were several candles lit, and you wondered why as this wing was supposedly forbidden, except for the…. You took in a sharp intake of breath and quickly scanned the room for any sign of him. You couldn’t see him so you exhaled in relief. You spotted an untouched bed to the side of room. The purest silk were the covers but it was covered in dust. In a hidden corner of the room, there was a pile of ripped cushions, mixed with hay and the occasional bone and twig. You gulped worried about what that meant for you. Before you could contemplate it or the ripped portrait of a familiar boy, man and woman, something glowing caught your eye. Opposite where you stood you saw a rose. A rose on a stone plinth. A rose that seemed to glow and floated inside the jar that contained it. For what seemed like the millionth time today, your body took control and you slowly made your way towards the rose, not concerned about anyone watching you. What you didn’t know was that he was there, frozen in the shadows, watching you with curiosity and puzzlement.

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