every year on valentines day, michael and gavin end up saying stupidly sappy stuff to each other via twitter, but what if they did that kinda thing too in the fahc universe? went way outta their way to make a statement and slowly one upping each other every year
like, the first time its not as bad - michael robs a florist and puts all the flowers in gavins room and surprises him when he gets back
the second year, gavin steals a stunt plane and tries to write in the sky - it doesnt look anything like what he planned but michael was still amused and thanks him when he comes back covered in grazes and singed slightly
third time michael sets a bunch of explosives out in the middle of nowhere and demands a jet from geoff - once he gets it, he pulls gavin along and flies above the explosives, detonating them and spelling out like ‘boi’ or something else sappy for the other to see. gavin awes over it as the trees and grass catch fire oopsies
the fourth time gavin sneaks into the military base, almost gets shot multiple times, and escapes relatively unharmed in a besra. surprisingly, he doesnt crash immediately. he spray paints the entire thing fluoro pink, much to geoffs delight, and covers it in ribbons and flowers. he drags michael into it, both of them are squished but gavin flies them up right at sunset - and then almost kills them both in a crash, but gavin bought along parachutes because he knows hes accident prone - and its special parachutes, theyre pink and heart-shaped and michael is screaming and laughing the whole time they float back down to the ground
by the time their fifth year anniversary comes around, the crew knows to hide and just let them do their thing. it doesnt matter if its michael or gavins turn to show off, they have equal chances of something going wrong, and it gets exponentially worse every year. this year michael has set fireworks and flares all around mt chilliad and has dragged lindsay into helping set it up. after nightfall, gavin is worrying something has happened, maybe michael forgot or something, but then michael drags him out in ‘kitt’ to the airport, where lindsay picks them up in a cargobob. as soon as theyre high enough lindsay releases them and lets them glide through the air. michael hands over the detonator to gavin, who presses it instantly, and finds himself right in the middle of fireworks and flares as they explode all around him. by the time the fireworks stop and they land - not without a couple of tumbles and scratches of course - gavin thinks hes deaf but demands to go again.
their sixth anniversary has yet to come but gavin is already trying to plan and scheme with geoff who isnt having any of it - meg and lindsay tend to watch from the sidelines with amused smiles on their faces
This is a story of how assholes in the workplace can fuck with ADA compliance
Let me make this pretty fucking clear, first as a prologue to this story A disability isn’t just the actual thing wrong with you. It’s the anxiety that goes along with being stuck, the fear of having an episode, the constant stress of avoiding an episode, the difficulties of adapting to the environment. It’s also pain management, moderating how much you do in a shift, and so on. It is also the emotional trauma that comes with the physical disability.
Let me tell you about myself. I have very limited vision. I fake being sighted very well because I knew what it was like to have sight. But I’ve been mostly blind now for almost 22 years. It gets worse every year as I age. I have constant difficulty adapting. So if my phone (which I use as a visual aid) starts to die, it upsets me. If I get disoriented, it can trigger anxiety attacks. If the light is too bright, or I don’t have my sunglasses, or I simply have a bad day, it triggers a migraine. Those migraines are physically debilitating. My immune system has a hair trigger. Stress triggers all sorts of horrible attacks from skin to lung. And then there’s the emotional frustration and suffering that goes with this.
But never mind that shit. It’s shit you can’t see, right, so it must not be real. I deal with it, because I know how insensitive able-bodied people can be. I put up with it and I manage it, but sometimes I can’t anymore, and I just need a fucking break. But when that happens, because I seldom mention it, people treat me as if I’m hysterical. I’m not. I just need my fifteen minutes of silence where someone isn’t telling me how to live. So yeah, I don’t often talk about my disability unless it comes up and has something to do with physically being able to do my job. I’ve never had a job I couldn’t do, if some minor changes were made, and I always had great employers who helped make those changes. However…it’s not just the place and the way things are done that need alteration. Sometimes it’s the people too.
And now we are to the story.
I used to have this job that involved me being out on a floor, chatting to people. Anyway, I got into a conversation with one of my coworkers while we were just sitting there, and I mentioned that I have bad vision.
She was stunned. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m legally blind. It’s a long story.”
And it’s one I like to avoid telling in this kind of environment, but the trouble is, once you’ve said that you have a disability, able people want to fucking push. They want to test you, or they’re curious, and they feel they have the right to know, and so by god you better tell them, or you’re obviously a liar. And yeah, you can say to yourself that that isn’t what you’re doing, but it is a story you’re telling yourself to feel better. To the person receiving that kind of treatment, it’s insensitive, intrusive, and can actually trigger symptoms.
It’s like if you discuss your condition you give up the right to have boundaries. I now know how to say to people, “you don’t have the right to know that about me, and right now you’re triggering my anxiety by reminding me of all the fucking doctors visits I had to sit through where they injected me with dye that caused anaphylaxis and stabbed needles into my eye,” but at the time of this story, I didn’t know what to say, besides answering the question.
So I gave a very shortened version of why I am legally blind. She kept questioning me. Can I drive, can I read, can I this, can I that? But what about all the times I’ve seen you do this, or that, or whatever? Did you try eating kale, did you try this, did you try that? I finally said, “I went to some of the best specialists on earth for over six years. I’m just a freak of nature, and you’re actually making me really uncomfortable right now.”
This was because her questions had become hostile, judgemental, and disrespectful. She assumed that because my condition is idiopathic (unknown cause), it must not be real. She assumed that because she’d seen me look at things, I must be able to see them. She acted on that idea by being aggressive, acting as if she knows more about the human eye than I do. You want to know about how much I know about the human eye?
When I was in high school, I was in AP anatomy (I had to have a dedicated lab partner to dissect things for me, because you don’t want a blind person holding a scalpel, but that was fine). When the segment on the eye came along…my teacher asked me to teach the class..cold. No preparation. He did this because I had been getting picked on for my condition, and he wanted to show that my condition made me stronger. I walked up to the transparency machine, and I taught the fucking class. Not just an in-depth explanation of the anatomy of the eye, but the way it works, how the brain processes it, the various dysfunctions it can have, and then people began asking how my vision worked, and for the first time, I got to explain to my class (the same people who knew me BEFORE I lost my vision) how I see.
By the end of that hour, kids understood, and they never made fun of me again.
That’s how much I have known about the eye since I was 15 years old. And here’s this fucking woman, insinuating that I am making more out of it than it is, telling me I probably have too alkaline a diet, or this that and the other.
I finally said to her, “This is really bothering me, can we change the subject?”
She says “Did you go to a priest?”
“Well, doctors don’t know anything. Did you go to a priest and pray?”
“I’m an atheist, and I don’t think any of this is your business.”
“Well, that’s your problem. You didn’t pray enough. That’s why you’re sick and why your eyes don’t work.”
You didn’t pray enough.
I looked her right in the place where her eye would be if I could see her fucking face and said, “At the time this happened, I was 14. My step father was a minister and I went to church every Sunday. I’m an atheist because my illness brought up a lot of issues and never offered anything but fear. Are you seriously going to sit there and tell me that I was sick because I didn’t pray?”
And you know what she said to me? “You obviously were a sinner then and never repented.” And then…
She starts singing a fucking hymn at me.
I got up, shaking with rage, I walked over to my boss and explained that I was leaving. She asked why, was going to argue with me that my shift wasn’t up, except that she saw me and understood that if I didn’t leave, i was going to hurt someone. I told her that I had just been treated so badly, it was actually causing me to have hives (which it was), and that I knew I was going to have a migraine very soon. I didn’t wait for her to answer. I just left. I walked down the street to a store and called my best friend Angela. Angela is the daughter of an ex-priest (who came out and married a man) and a nun (who also has a chronic illness) and when Angela was born, she had a rare heart defect that resulted in a massive stroke at the age of 1. She has had FIVE open heart surgeries to rebuild and repair her heart. She is chronically ill in ways I cannot imagine. She is also intelligent, caring, manages a support network and charity for people with heart conditions, helps raise my niece, and oh yeah…is religious, but the kind of religious I like because she really lives by the words.
When I told her what this woman did to me, she was absolutely speechless. The fact that anyone would say a child deserved to be given a horrible illness and suffer, because they were a sinner and needed to beg for forgiveness is fucking gross. If that’s how her god operates, fuck him. If that’s how grace functions, then fucking count me out.
I spent two hours sitting on a park bench, shaking from head to toe, in pain, my skin reacting to the stress with welts and hives. Within about thirty minutes, I got my migraine warnings. These happen to me whenever I am under serious stress, because my blood pressure increases, and when this happens, it puts pressure into my eye. This causes a chain reaction. I finally made it home, and quit that job two weeks later, because every time I had to work with that woman, it gave me the most horrible anxiety.
I kept expecting her to try and bless me, or demand I go to her priest, or try and tell me that I should stop taking my medications, or mock me, or call me a sinner. Tell me I was going to hell…because obviously sickness is a sign of sin. And she low key did, and that was enough, but the anticipation of having to see her every day…that’s what killed me.
SO GET THIS THROUGH YOUR FUCKING HEADS ABLE-BODIED PEOPLE
A disability isn’t just the physical problem. It’s the PTSD of dealing with operations, doctors, interrogations, tests, surgeries, and on and on. It’s pain management and exhaustion. It’s depression and frustration. It’s anxiety triggered by people being insensitive pricks (and in my case, the triggering of my immune system when under stress). It’s the constant strain of trying to adapt and perform as well as others. It’s the constant worry that someone will behave toward you in a way that is condescending, and that you will have to fight, once again, to be treated fairly.
THAT’S A FUCKING DISABILITY.
Imagine what you might feel if I took your arm away. Imafine what you’d feel if a person made fun of you, told you to get over it, told you that you didn’t pray enough. Now imagine it’s a disability they can’t see. How do they act? Like you’re a fucking liar who makes shit up to get attention. And they treat you like that too. I can’t tell you how many stories I’ve heard from people who have told me that when their co-workers found out they had a disability, people were told to get out, to quit, were harassed, had equipment sabotaged…
So when you make your workplace ADA compliant, think about the people you have on your team and handle that shit too. Get rid of employees or contractors who are going to destroy the productivity of a disabled worker, because I can fucking promise you something: if you don’t, it will cost you. I was damn good at that job. When I left, my boss begged me not to. She even offered to fire the other girl, but by then I was already so over the job and the people and the place, that it was way more trouble than I could handle. I was better at my job than she was, and because of her bullshit, my boss lost a good employee, and then eventually fired the other one too. Disabled people have more fucking work ethic than you can imagine. Can you even comprehend what it takes me to live on a daily basis? It’s WORK. And If I can work through life AND work through your shitty job, you’re going to really be pissed if I leave.
Disabled people can contribute, but they need those around them to grasp what they’re dealing with. It’s not about pity. It’s not about going easy on us. We can handle difficulty, because we do every day. It’s about being mindful and decent. It’s about having fucking common sense.
So maybe I should add to my list of ways to deal with partially sighted or blind people DON’T FUCKING SING HYMNS OVER THEM OR SUGGEST GOD PUNISHED THEM FOR NOT PUTTING THEIR BIKE AWAY BY STRIKING THEM DOWN WITH BLINDNESS.
I see your headcanon about Albus writing in the books he gifts to Scorpius and I raise you: Albus writing little, slight awful but very sweet, poems in the front of them.
Ron bestowing ‘Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Wizards’ on his nephew and Albus being mortified but also bored enough one summer to actually read a bit of it. There’s a whole chapter on how poetry canbe romantic and Albus thinks, why not.
Albus: If you’re just going to laugh I’ll take it back.
Scorpius: No! I love it! Consider me charmed. Completely wooed! No one has ever rhymed Pepper Imps with… shrimps for me before.
Every Valentine’s Day Grell gets a shit ton of little embarrassing, corny gifts like singing hearts, balloons, poetry etc for Will. No amount of Will saying this is inappropriate for work and they are not a couple anyways can put a halt to this phenomenon. Even him throwing away the gifts does not discourage Grell. As a result, Will dreads Valentine’s Day and there are a lot of Dispatch members who are genuinely confused about whether Grell & Will are an ‘item’ or not.
I bet all the people who are complaining about the Concrete situation are white. Because as an African American, I don’t even care. And maybe it did hurt some people of color, BUT THEY APOLOGIZED. Do you people honestly think that the Crew is racist? That they put this little picture in the book and was like “yeah this gonna fucking spread my hateful ways”. Jesus people can screw up and make mistakes, all this misguided hate is stupid. What do you want from them? If someone made a genuine mistake and meant no harm behind it, and they apologize, then it’s over. You don’t have to forgive them but leave them alone. The internet is reaching a dark age where everything little thing is blown out of proportion. This fandom just gets worse and worse every year I’m in it.
I lay on my bed thinking about the summer that is about to come, fifth year of Hogwarts is over and all the students are packing their bags, excited to go home. I’m not nearly as excited to go home with my twin brother, our home situation is awful, the whole family hates us. Being a Black is not easy, you have to be careful of what you say and do, every mistake is written down and they are going to torment you for every mistake you made for the rest of your life. And the biggest mistake my brother Sirius and I made, was being sorted into Gryffindor. The moment the Sorting Hat yelled Gryffindor for both me and Sirius, we knew that we are going to be banished one day, we knew we are going to be outsiders of the family, disappointments. And so it was.
The door opens and reveals my brother, I sit up and smile at him as he closes the door and sits on my bed.
“Hey sis.” He says smiling softly at me. We have a great relationship, we love each other and we are always the rocks for another. We stick together and that’s what keeps us sane, we know that we have each other no matter what.
“Hey bro.” I smile back.
“So um..did you pack yet?” He asks and I shake my head, “Me neither.”
“I was planning to turn us invisible so we can stay at Hogwarts the whole summer.” I say and Sirius chuckles.
“Yeah I wish we could do that..” My brother says sadly and I move so I can lean my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me and leans his head on mine.
“Do we have to go home?” I ask him looking up at him with my soft eyes. His expression changes and I know his heart is breaking when he sees me like this. Perks of being a twin is that you always know how the other half of you feels, no matter how apart you are from each other.
“We have to love, but I won’t let anyone hurt you alright? I’m always here and I love you more than anyone.” Sirius says kissing my forehead and I hug him tighter.
“I love you too.” I say and feel his hands gripping me tighter. We are one, and we won’t let anyone tear us apart, you hurt one of us-you hurt the other one too. The Black twins stick together, we would give a life for the other one, we share love that can’t be explained with any words. Our bond is unbreakable.
Remus, Peter, Sirius and I are sitting in the Gryffindor common room waiting for James to finish his packing. As usual he started to pack at the last minute and now he’s probably running around in his room trying to find his socks.
“I’m gonna go and help him, It’ll be faster.” I stand up and the boys nod. I climb the stairs to their room and open the door to see James looking under the bed.
“Lost something?” I ask and he jumps hitting the head on the bed. I laugh as he curses and he looks at me rubbing his head.
“First not funny. Second yes I lost my golden snitch and I’m not going anywhere without it.” I roll my eyes smiling as I take a few steps closer to him.
“What if I took it?” I low my voice to sound more seductive. I’m standing chest pressed against James’ and he smirks.
“Then you better give it back.” He wraps his arm around my waist. I smirk trailing my hand over his chest, I look up at him with my best seductive look.
“And what if I don’t want to?” I whisper and in one swift movement he turns me and lays me down on the bed, hovering above me.
“I’m gonna have to make you.” He smirks again and I moan as he starts kissing my neck and finding my soft spot. James is my boyfriend of 5 months but we didn’t tell anyone. We kept our relationship secret because we are kind of afraid of Sirius’ reaction. We had a hard time suppressing our feelings for each other because we are in love and we are hanging out every day and it’s really hard not being able to kiss him or hold his hand in front of the others. We manage to slip a few notes here and there and to have a ‘friendly’ hug sometimes. We usually sit really close to each other but no one assumes anything because we were close even before we started dating. I’m afraid that Sirius won’t let me to see James and I wouldn’t be able to choose, I love them both so much.
Then suddenly instead of continuing to kiss me James starts to tickle me. I start to laugh and he grins watching me, he knows that I’m really ticklish and he’s always using it against me.
“Where is my snitch?” He asks me through laughter, his glasses falling on the middle of his nose.
“I- I don’t h- have it!” Somehow I manage to reply through my loud laughter. The door opens and Sirius comes in stopping when he sees James tickling me. James stops and we look at my brother, me trying to catch my breath. Then Sirius grins and asks a question.
“What did she do now?” As he asks that I can feel James release a relief breath. It’s not uncommon that James and I are tickling each other or chasing or throwing something at each other, it’s something we were doing since first year.
“She stole my golden snitch and she won’t give it back.” James replies standing up and putting his hands on his hips like some women.
“I did not! You probably lost it like always. Did you check your bathtub maybe, it wouldn’t surprise me if you were bathing with that thing. You love it more than anything.” I say teasing him and he rolls his eyes.
“I do not bath with it, but I’m going to check. And by the way, there’s one thing I love way more than the snitch.” James says looking at me knowingly and I can’t help but smile and blush a little. He enters the bathroom and I look at Sirius to see him having a slight confusion written on his face but he brushed it off. A second later James comes back into the room with his head hung low and a snitch in his hand. Sirius starts to laugh and James looks at me as I smirk.
“I told you so.” I say and he sticks his tongue out, “I know you better than you know yourself Jamsie boy.” I stand up and ruffle his hair, “That’d be it then, we can go.”
“Yeah, we should hurry up there’s not much time.” Padfoot agrees and Prongs picks up his suitcase and we leave the room.
Sirius and I are quiet on our train ride back to home. James, Remus and Peter try to cheer us up at least a little bit but it’s not exactly working, we try to cover our mood the best we can but the closer we are to home the worse we feel.
“Moony do you maybe have some chocolate with you?” I ask and everyone look at me. Remus nods and takes out a chocolate bar from his pocket and hands it to me, “Thanks.” I force a smile.
“Y/N it’s gonna be alright, you don’t have to be so nervous.” James says but all I do is look at Sirius at my left. He looks at me sadly knowing that he can’t do anything to make me feel better, I know he’s gonna try to protect me with every bit of strength he owns but the problem is I’m gonna do the same for him so we’re both equal targets. Sirius takes my hand in his and gives it a little squeeze which says ‘we’re gonna survive’.
“I don’t know what you are talking about, I’m not nervous.” I say but no one really believes me.
“Y/N we all know you eat chocolate more than usual when you’re nervous.” Remus says and I look down at the chocolate which I’m bitting right now. I take a bite and sigh.
“Fine. I can’t help it, of course I’m nervous, you would be too if you were going to that place. It’s getting worse every year, they taunt us, they hate us, I wouldn’t be surprised if they started using cruciatus curse on us just because we don’t agree with their belief on Muggle-borns and just because we are in Gryffindor. But of course they’ll find some other reason to hate us, I mean why not. For example ‘you came home, we hate you’. ‘You are disgrace to this family, you ruined our bloodline, your younger brother is Black not you..we are ashamed you two are wearing the Black last name the purest and most ancient name of alls…’ these are just a few things we hear in that freaking house every day!” I speak quickly, panic taking over me.
“Y/N calm down!” Sirius and James raise their voices at the same time and I shut up, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
“Listen to me.” Sirius says kneeling on the floor in front of me and cupping my cheeks, “I’m not going to let anybody, and I mean anybody, hurt you. You are everything I have. You are my only family, my best friend, my sister, my twin sister, my partner in crime. I would give my life to spare yours, I love you more than anything in this world and I won’t let anyone touch you, ever, as long as I’m alive I’m gonna protect you with everything I have. No one is going to lay a finger on you while I’m here, understand?” I nod after he finished with tears in my eyes and I hug him real tight.
“I love you, and you know I would do the same for you, no matter what.” I feel him nod on my shoulder.
“That’s what I’m afraid of.” He sighs and I smile a little, knowing that he knows I would do anything for him.
“If you ever need anything write to me, I’ll do everything I can, don’t hesitate.” Another voice cuts in and I look at my boyfriend who is sitting at my right and smile.
“We will, thank you.” I hug him too as Sirius sits on his seat next to me on the other side, “I love you.” I whisper to James so only he can hear.
“I love you too, please come to me if something happens, you can always stay at my place, I’ll always protect you.” He whispers in my hair but I heard everything.
“We’re almost there.” Peter says cutting the silence. I pull away from James and wipe away a few tears that escaped my eyes.
The train stopped and we took our suitcases and looked at each other.
“Till next year.” I say and all the guys smile and nod. We hug each other and Peter leaves first, Remus after him.
“Anything you need, write to me, come to my house, anything.” James says to Sirius and they hug once again and I smile. Sirius takes his and my suitcase and looks at me, I nod at him and he understands, nonverbally I said I’ll be right there. I look at James and quickly kiss him on the lips. He kisses me back wrapping his arms around my waist. We pull away and smile at each other.
“I love you.” He says softly and I kiss his cheek.
“I love you too. So much.” I say back and he hugs me last time before I leave.
Sirius and I stand in front of the doors of our house, mentally preparing ourselves.
“Do you think Regulus is already home?” I ask.
“Probably.” Sirius answers shortly and looks at me. I nod and he rings the bell. A moment later Kreacher opens the door and snarls when he sees us.
“Miss Black, traitors are home.” The elf says to our mother and I clench my jaw resisting the urge to kick him in the head. Then Walburga comes into the view and looks at us without a word.
“Let them in.” She says and turns around leaving. We follow her into the leaving room where Regulus is already sitting.
“Hi.” I try to greet my younger brother but he only looks at me and then back at his book. It hurts me to know that even my younger brother is against us, I thought that at least he would talk to me, to us.
“Come on Y/N, let’s go to our room.” Sirius takes my hand but our mother stops us.
“Wait. Have you communicated to anyone else than purebloods these year?” She asks coldly.
“Yes, and we will continue to do so because they are also humans as we are, they don’t deserve to be treated any differently just because they are not born in a pureblood family.” Sirius says and I squeeze his hand.
“GET OUT! I DON’T WANT TO SEE YOUR TRAITOR FACES!” Walburga yells and Sirius drags me to our room we share. Our ‘lovely’ parents didn’t want to waste any more space on us then needed.
-A few months later-
Sirius and I didn’t communicate with anyone in the house if not needed, just with each other. We often skipped some of the meals if we weren’t really that hungry. When we went in the kitchen to get some water we were greeted with insults every day, Sirius never let me to get out from our room alone, he always came with me. When we get any letters they take them from us and burn them, making us watching that. It’s like these for five years, I don’t know how much of it I can take, I’m losing myself, if Sirius wasn’t with me I don’t know what I would do, and he told me he feels the same. I often have nightmares about our mother torturing us so Sirius lays next to me and hugs me so I can fall back asleep.
Today I decided to try and write to James, I’m sure he’s loosing his mind not hearing anything from me. I wrote a letter with Sirius explaining our situation at
home and how every letter he sent was burned.
Sirius and I sneak out of our
room while everyone is having dinner. We make sure that Kreacher doesn’t see us
before we leave the room, because he will run to Walburga that second.
We enter the room where the family owl is because our mother
took my owl and Sirius doesn’t have his own.
“Why can’t I just turn into a dog and bring the letter to
James myself?” Sirius whispers to me and I roll my eyes, quietly closing the
“Because they will notice a black dog leaving the house with
a letter in his mouth and coming back without it.” I answer him and he sighs.
Just as I was about to give the letter to the owl Walburga bursts in through
the doors, Kreacher standing behind her with a sly face..he saw us.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!” She yells at us
snatching the letter from my hand.
“HEY!” I yell back and she looks at me fuming.
“Don’t you raise a voice at me you little bitch. You two betrayed
this family when you got sorted into that blood traitors house. You dare to go
against your family’s belief and now you dare to object me and raise a voice at
me? I am ashamed for giving birth to you, I should have kicked you out as soon
as that stupid hat yelled Gryffindor for both of you. You are a disgrace.” She
finishes and I feel anger building up inside me, “You deserve punishment for
trying to disobey my orders, you should be happy that we even let you into this
house after everything, but you chose to disobey, fine.” She says and slaps
“Sirius!” I shout and try to get to him but Walburga grabs
me by the hair and yanks me back. But just as she was about to slap me too
Sirius grabs her wrist hard making her flinch when he twisted it.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on Y/N. If you even try to
touch her again I will break the part of your body you hurt her with.” Sirius
threatens with so many anger in his voice. I have never seen him like this,
“Let’s go Y/N.” He takes my hand in his and drags me to our room.
“Are you alright? Did she hurt you?” Sirius asks looking at
me, concern evident in his eyes.
“I’m fine, what about you?” I ask and he smiles.
“I’m fine don’t worry, I can take a lot more than a slap.
I’m worried about you.” He hugs me and I hug him back tightly.
“I’m fine thanks to you, thank you Sirius.” I say burring my
face into his shoulder.
“Don’t thank me sis, I told you I wouldn’t let anybody hurt
you. Now pack everything you have we are leaving. I’m not risking anyone trying
to hurt you again.” We pull away and I think about it for a moment before doing
exactly what he told me.
“We’re gonna run away?” I look over my shoulder at him while
he’s throwing his shirts at a suitcase.
“Yes.” He answers.
“Where are we going to go?” I ask and he stops for a moment.
“James. He’s going to take us in and his parents won’t
mind.” He tells me and I nod again, turning around to continue packing.
Sirius and I take a last look at the place we used to call
home, and as in cue both of us started crying. We look at each other and hug
“We’re going to be fine, we’ll think of something.” Sirius
says and I sniff. I know he’s right but it still hurts, we were never able to
feel what a mother love feels like, or father.
It’s the middle of the night and it’s raining outside and
Sirius and I are waiting in front of the Potter house for someone to open the
doors. A minute later my boyfriend opens them and his face fell when he saw our
bloodshot eyes. He invites us in and then notices the bags and suitcases we
brought with ourselves.
“What happened? Y/N did that bitch hurt you? I’m going to
kill her. Did she kick you out?” James rants cupping my cheeks and I shake my
“We run away, we couldn’t take anymore of her insults and
she crossed the line when she hit Sirius and tried to hit me, but Sirius
stopped her before she got a chance. We weren’t writing anything because she
didn’t let us, she burned all your letters.” I say and James looks at Sirius.
My brother looks confused but suddenly his face changes into a realization one.
“What’s going on between you two?” My brother asks and I
become pale, “Be honest.”
“We’re together, for seven months. Sirius I swear I love Y/N
with my whole heart I would never hurt her and I would do anything for her,
just like you.” James says and I smile.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Sirius asks and I look down.
“We were afraid you wouldn’t approve.” I say quietly and
then I feel arms wrapping around me.
“As long as he loves you and protects you, and as long as
you’re happy..I approve.” Sirius says softly and I look up at him with a smile.
“Thank you so much, I love you brother.” I say and hug him
“I love you too sis. And James, don’t hurt her, she deserves
only the best.” James smiles at me.
“I would never hurt her, I love her more than anything in
this world.” I smile back and the three of us share a hug, something Sirius and
“Now let’s sit and get you warmed up, you can stay here.
From now on this is your home, I’m sure mom and dad are going to be just fine,
they love you two.” James says and we sit in the living room.
“Thank you Prongs, it really means a lot.” I say and Sirius
nods agreeing. James wipes away my tears and pecks my lips smiling.
“Anything for you and my brother. This is your home now.” He
says again and I lean my head on his shoulder. Sirius and I are gonna need some
time to repair our broken hearts, but that’s going to happen faster with both
Sirius and James by my side. These boys are everything I have, they are the two
parts of my heart. They are my home.
Ageing is a bit like looking tired, but in a way that no amount of sleep will repair. Every year it will get a little worse. Today’s so-called bad photograph will be next year’s good one. Nature’s kind trick is to make everything happen so slowly that we don’t get as scared as we should.
Jack unfolded the paper fortune, stared at it for a few seconds, then back up at the display. It was pretty gaudy, all things considered, but he expected nothing less at this point. He’d have probably been disappointed if it was less then completely over the top. Some early trick or treaters were already about even though it wasn’t yet dark out. Little kids with their parents wearing costumes of super heroes, or animals or little monsters. Jack just waited as it grew dark and the lights around the spooky display came up. A fat bowl of candy sat on a low altar at the feet of the scarecrow with a sign that said ‘take one. Have a great night!’
A pair of teenagers came up as the sun was setting. They looked at the scarecrow who had no head and was holding its own jack-o-lantern carved skull under its arm and then at each other, unimpressed. They each grabbed a fistful of candy. “What a stupid scarecrow. Who you think they’re going to scare with that? Babies?” They laughed as they took another fistful of candy.
“The sign says take one,” a voice said and the teenagers yelped in fright as the scarecrow stepped down from its perch onto the low table.
“Ha! Yeah. You sure got us, man,” they laughed it off but Jack could hear their blood pounding.
A few years ago i got hired at a big company, let’s call it company X. Up until then i had only been a research scientist working in microbiology but i needed more money so i took the job as a technical sales rep. I was hired to do sales and technical support for scientific research reagents. Thing is i was hired to do sales for government and governmental institutions. The job was ok, i interacted with a lot of the country’s leading scientists and built a reasonable network and some cool friendships. The county had been in crisis for a long time and getting worse every year, and my sales were becoming more difficult because the government wasn’t providing public universities for adequate (or any) money allocations to keep science programs and faculties stocked, and as the economy crumbled further, the government’s institutional labs from various sectors also started having serious problems and almost everybody switched to Indian or Chinese chemicals which were a lot cheaper than mine.
As the months passed, i was only able to get a few big contracts and sales (even though i managed to pull a few feats that got me commended as no other sales reps had been able to do what i pulled off). And yet I got yelled at a lot for not meeting my objectives. My manager was a complete tool 100% of the time.
Glaucoma is an illness(???) where your vision is all fucked and makes everything blurry, faded or blind. It can be treated with surgery and the recreational use of marijuana, which Michael seems to have a lot of. So think of it this way:
-Michael’s parents don’t mind him smoking pot because it’s for glaucoma, but he sometimes abuses it
-There’s no one else who knows about it except for Jeremy and Michael’s family so everyone in school just assumes he’s a pot head.
-Michael wears the glasses for this and has open-angle glaucoma (slow vision loss). Michael has to get a new prescription every year since it gets worse. He also takes pills and eyedrops to help.
-Playing video games is bad for you to do when you have this, so Michael is limited to a few hours per week. The most he can do it 12-15 per week. Anything over is not allowed.
-Michael also takes Litisse, which helps lower pressure on the eye and makes eye lashes grow (if you’re using it for that too). Thus, Michael has this long and pretty eyelashes Christine will do.
-When he was a kid, he told his parents that he couldn’t see properly and almost ran into a pole. That was when he found out about glaucoma when they took him to the doctor a week later.
-Michael is getting better, and more people are knowing about his illness, and support him through it. Christine is his daily reminder for pills, Jeremy makes sure he doesn’t go over his limit of video games, and Rich and Jake make sure he gets to his appointments on time (like the responsible teenage dads they are ;-;)
The way I came up with this was when I was writing chapter 4 of Dancing with Somebody. I initially wanted a sentence to be “Michael’s mom doesn’t care he smokes pot” but I thought that would set off a neglectful personality, or an irresponsible vibe. So, I thought to myself, “hey. Recreational pot is legal in New Jersey. But what for????” so I looked up what it can be used for. Then I found glaucoma, and found it possible for Michael to have, but a really low-key one.
There is a lot of research gone into this story, so things will be explained as much as I can. I myself don’t have glaucoma, and would like to know more if someone would like to educate me about it!