(This year fucking blows and I fucking hate everything like honestly this is bullshit and I'm not ready to be 18 and just nsndjsjnenwjajsnjzb. Anyway have some fluff.)

(Also, if you don't agree with the Black Lives Matter movement, leave. I don't give 2 shits about you or your bigotry so fuck off.)

This was a request i was supposed to have done like a month or 2 ago and I'm sorry it took so long. (They requested she/her pronouns as well.)
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Being Thomas's sensitivity is hard work, and by now we all know why seeing as how Thomas is a very sensitive person.

As of late though he seems even more vulnerable to everything. So much so he cancelled an audition after someone else who was auditioning told him he couldn't sing.

This of course leads to where Y/n is now. Sitting on the couch in the mind palace as Roman yells at her for being herself- sensitive.

When Roman was done with his bitch fit he stormed of, leaving a sobbing sensitivity all alone.

"Well that was embarrassing."

Y/n looked up at the blurry green blob standing infront of her.

"For him of course babes, that wasn't very princely of him."

Remus sat beside her on the couch, and tried to do the yawn arm shoulder thing to comfort her.

He failed miserably of course and accidentally hit her in the eye.

"Oh sh!t." He stood up quickly to see if she was alright, just to trip over his mace.

He crashed onto the floor unable to brace himself for the impact.

He sat up and prepared to make a joke about the situation, but paused when he saw Y/n stiffling her laughter behind her hand.

"Are- are you okay Remus?" She followed her question with a small laugh and an apology.

"I'm not one for puns but it seems I've fallen for you." (If you emphasize the vowels it sounds more Remus-y.) He gave a "flirty" kissy face as he stood up and sat back down on the couch beside her.

She went silent for a minute.

"Are you messing with me Remus? I- was that a joke?" She played with the hem of her shirt in embarrassment as she awaited his reply.

"Well that depends on whether its a Tuesday or not." (I'm not good at portraying Remus through writing.)

"It's Friday Remus." She didn't understand him in the slightest. He was obscure and inappropriate. But still he do be being kinda cute though.

"Oh, well then yes. Most definitely." He seemed proud with his words. Like he was glad to like her, and he was glad it wasn't Tuesday.

Nobody likes Tuesdays. And if you think you do, you don't. Your just pushing the happiness that it's not Monday onto Tuesday. Tuesday it a dumb day. It's terrible and it shouldn't exist. Fuck it. It doesn't exist. Nothing exists. Time is a social construct. You think the sun cares about the days of the week. My guy Sun is just vibing and spinning in the sky. He ain't even know he has day named after him. And if he did he wouldn't care. Because the sun doesn't care about the days of the week. And I'd place more trust in the sun than in humans. There fore the days of the week do not matter. Good night.

"You like me then? I- I like you to Remus... I like you a lot." She was relieved honestly. She finally didn't have to live with the dread of him finding out and hating her.

"Let's get tacos." Remus shot up off the couch and offered her his hand.

"But it's like 11 at night..?" She accepted his hand but wasn't sure what he intended to do.

"To Thomas's kitchheeeeen." He sang the last syllable as we went to Thomas's kitchen.

Let's just say, Thomas wasn't very happy buuuut the tacos were great.

Well kinda anyways.

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Yee yee bitches wassup?