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justimagaine · 5 years ago

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Chris Evans

Protect — to keep someone or something safe from injury, damage, or loss. Chris was determent to do that for you. From the moment he met you and even more when you and him started to date. That was what he concentrated on. He’d plan out dates to make sure no paparazzi would be there. He’d fins places that he knew would give you two privacy and wouldn’t rat you two out. When ever he’d be posting something online he’d make sure you weren’t in the picture or the video. He wanted to make sure no one harassed you, no one went after you. All he wanted was to protect you from the harsh world he lived in, but the thing is no matter how much a person tries they can’t always be a step ahead and protect from everything. No matter how hard they tried.

It had been a regular day in your and Chris` life. Since he was working close to home, you two were able to spend more time together. Sometimes he’d had a hard day so you welcomed him home with a cooked meal, cold beer and a big hug. Just knowing you’d be there when he got home and he could wrap his arms around you, bury his head in our neck and breath in your sweet scent. Just that thought would relax him and bright a smile. That also was the reason he’d run off the set and speed home. It wasn’t like that before when you lived in your place and he in his, so after you moved in with him, both of your lives became happier. You saw each other more, talked more and seemed to get even closer.

It was one of those days. Chris had called you telling about the horrible day he was having. Nothing had went the way it was supposed to go, people were late and he was off, not able to focus or remember any of his lines. You could hear the tiredness over the phone, you could see the tension in his shoulder. It made you a bit sad knowing he was having a bad day. So after that call you started to make dinner, everything you knew he’d enjoy. You made a quick run to the store to get his favorite beer and sweets. Since Chris always did amazingly sweet things for you on daily bases, you loved being able to do something like this for him. It brought you joy, knowing you could help him out. Everything was going according to plan and right on time. Just as you had finished cooking dinner you heard Chris arrive. You stood in the kitchen with a smile on you lips waiting for him to come in. You knew what he was going to do and you couldn’t wait. Chris really had a horrible day, because he ran into the house dropping everything he had in his hands and even ignoring Dodger, he went right to the kitchen, he then took a pause smiling and looking at you. Chris loved to just look at you, no matter what you were doing. You could be asleep on the couch and he’d sit and look at you, smiling. he just loved having you around.

“Welcome home sweetheart” you said slightly turning your head to him wondering why he was taking his time. Chris slowly wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in his chest, you leaned your head back, resting it on his shoulder letting him bury his head in that sweet spot between your neck and shoulder he loved so much. The two of you stood there for a bit, enjoying being with each other once again. It was just a day but it felt like a life time. Few minutes like that, Chris placed a soft kiss on your neck, bringing butterflies to life in your stomach. Even after all this time he still was able to do that to you. With a look he could make you giggle and blush like a teen. With a small tender kiss he’d make you weak in our knees. Before he could let go of you completely you turned around wrapping your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Your right hand roamed up in his hair, making Chris let out a light moan as he pulled you closer. He really had missed you and your touch

“God, I love you” he said after pulling away from the kiss “I really missed you” he said kissing your forehead and looked in your eyes

“I missed you too, but it’s okay you’re here now and that’s all that matters” after giving his lips another peck you introduced him to the dinner plans you had made for him. With every item he got happier and more relaxed, the most important thing to him about that evening plan was knowing he was going to be able to hold you in his arms, close to his heart as you watched tv. Just the two of you, close to each other. That was all he really needed to unwind and feel at peace. Chris had never been with someone or at least met someone who brought that much joy to him. Someone who could calm him down with just a smile, small touch. He loved when you’d have your hand in his hair slightly massaging his head and then go down to his neck, he felt as if he was in heaven. Chris wished those moments would never end. Like the one he was in right now. He was laying on his back and you by his side with your head on his shoulder, your hand right on his heart. Chris was looking down at you, smiling and silently thanking God for bringing you in his life, introducing the right people to the right people so you two could meet. He took your hand, lifted it to his lips and kissed it. You looked up at him and as always being in his arms and looking in his eyes made you feel safe and at home.

“Thank you for being here. Thank you for being so supportive” Chris talked placing a kiss on your hand after every thank you “thank you for trusting me with your heart and love” his words made you tear up, You quickly leaned up and kissed him, you gave him the most passionate kiss you could. You two stayed like that for a while, enjoying each other. Chris had always been the most amazing man ever. No matter what you knew you could trust him, he’d never judge you. Chris would make you feel special even when you didn’t feel like it. He’d love you no matter what, even when you were being silly or stubborn.

Later on you went to bed while Chris stayed back. He wanted to finish some work before the weekend, his plan was to spend the weekend with you without any work. Chis was planing on taking you on a small trip over the weekend as a way to thank you for being so amazing while he worked. Especially you not getting mad at him when he’d end up having to stay later at work. You understood he was doing he loved to do and knowing he was working on something he was so proud of and happy about, made you happy. Chris answered some emails, read over the next weeks plan to know if he had an early Monday, hoping it was a late Monday so he could be with you a bit longer in the morning before the crazy week started over again. He loved it when he didn’t have to be on set too early, that gave him an opportunity to stay in bed with you until you had to get up. Chris then would make you some coffee and a quick breakfast while you got ready. You didn’t know but Chris in his mind was practicing for when you two would have kids and they needed to get ready for school.

After finishing work Chris took a look in Twitter just to see what was going on in the world, since he hadn’t been online in a while and probably shouldn’t have done that. When he opened Twitter his mentions opened first and they were filled with pictures of you and Chris. Pictures from the date you and Chris had the week before. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at, he’d been so careful, like always. So what had he done wrong this time.

“Fuck”, he said out loud, leaning back in his chair. Chris had worked so hard to protect you form all those people and all it was a waist. He kept scrolling down and one tweet after another had information about you that he couldn’t believe people had found out. Your full name, where you worked, how long you two were dating. “fuck” he said again panicking even more. That was it. The world knew about you, they already were forming opinions about you and the relationship you and Chris had. No one really knew you, but yet they already had judged you, judged you wrongly. Chris felt like screaming or posting a statement and asking people to mind their own fucking business, but knew that wouldn’t be right it would make the fire even bigger. Out of everything he feared you seeing all this. He was afraid to see your broken heart, tears in your eyes and he knew that in the end you’d break up with him and he’d never be happy again. All of his tries to keep you away from the public eye hadn’t worked. Chris slammed the laptop closed and rubbed his face trying to calm himself, before going to the bedroom you shared. All Chris wanted to do was protect you, keep you safe. He had no idea how to go about this, if he should tell you about it right now or wait till morning or wait till you found out yourself. It didn’t matter because in his mind the ending was always the same, you leaving him.

After staring at a wall for a while, going through ideas, plans, ways anything that would resolve the situation but there was nothing. With a heavy sigh Chris stood up and slowly mad his way to the room. The door was slightly opened and the light shined from the room, he hoped you had fallen asleep with the lights, but when he gently pushed the door more open you lifted your head off the pillow and smiled at him. Chris tried to smile back at you and act as if everything was fine, but he couldn’t fool you

“What’s wrong?” you sat up in bed and watched Chris walk around the bed to his side. “something wrong with the next weeks set plan?” you tried to guess what was bothering him since he wasn’t talking. Chris shook his head sitting down on the bed with his back to you. He was afraid to look in your eyes. Chris felt the bed move, meaning you were getting closer to him, you crawled behind him placing a hand on is shoulder slightly rubbing it. Seeing him like this hurt you. “Chris what’s wrong?” him not talking to you made you think of the worst things that could have possibly happened. Family getting hurt, show getting canceled.

“They found out” he finally said, but that didn’t explain anything to you

“Who found what out?” Chris sighed as you leaned to the side trying to look at his face. He finally turned to you with red eyes “Chris...”

“About you, about us. The world found out” as he was finally saying it out loud made him even angrier. He stood up and walked to the window “I tried, I really tried” you watched as he sighed and turned around to look in your eyes “i swear baby, I tried to protect you from them, from their looks and unwanted opinions. I don’t know how they found us, but I’m sorry. I love you but I’ll understand if you leave. Everyone else did” he was panicking, he wasn’t looking at you anymore. Chris was in pain, in fear.

“I’m not everyone else Chris. I’m not gonna leave you just because people found out we’re dating,” you stood up from the bed and went up to Chris, who was looking at the ground. You made him look at you, without thinking Chris placed his hands on your hips as he always did when you were this close to him “I love you Chris, I don’t care about what other people think or say. They’re not in a relationship. we are” you pointed between you two “You should have known we weren’t going to be able to keep this a secret for the rest of our lives. And when we got together, I knew what I was getting myself into and I didn’t care. I love you, you make me happy. I see a future with you. Us having kids. That’s what I see when I look at you. And nothing can changed that” he finally smiled hearing your words “I’ll always love you no matter where we are or who’s around us. We could be surrounded by paparazzi and screaming people but as long as I have you by my side, your hand in mine nothing else matters” you stroked his bearded cheek, Chris leaned in your touch, then kissed your hand.

“I love you too. I love you so much” Chris pulled you closer to him and kissed your smiling lips. He held you close to him, not wanting to let go of you ever. Chris might still be a bit afraid what could happen. If you would read all those tweets, but he just hoped it would all calm down. But he also knew he’d never stop protecting you, he loved you more then anything. You were his safe place, his home and he’d do anything to make you feel the same way you mad him feel. He wanted to be with you everyday, he wanted to share everything with you. From the moment Chris met you he knew you were the one, the one he had been looking for all this time, his home, his love, his family.

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halothenthehorns · 3 years ago

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MAD-EYE MOODY

Sirius couldn't wait to get his chapter going, he was surprised how much he missed reading this.

Monday morning* dawned with another overcast sky, while below it eating breakfast sat the twins and Lee still discussing the Triwizard Tournament.

"I would expect nothing less of them," James smirked.

"I wonder who won all the previous tournaments," Remus' eyes sparked with interest, wishing he'd done more than just heard some passing stories about this.

"I know that Beauxbatons won 62 times, while Hogwarts 63," Harry prattled off, then gave a shrug and said, "don't tell me you're surprised Hermione knows random facts about this thing."

That gave them all a laugh as they agreed.

Ron was looking over his schedule, saying at least they had all morning outside with Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures, but bemoans they were still taking the later with the Slytherins.

"They don't change that in between years," Lily sighed, "you're stuck with them until your fifth year ends at least."

For some reason this didn't seem to make Harry feel any better.

Harry was looking at it as well, and groaned about having a Double Divination in the afternoon.

Both Harry and Sirius felt a chill creep up their spine, their last experience with that class hadn't ended well.

Divination was his least favorite subject,

"Including-" Remus began in amazement but Sirius kept going loudly,

apart from Potions.

"Well alright then," he chuckled as he leaned back.

Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death, which he found extremely annoying.

"Especially since it doesn't even get you out of homework," James grumbled.

Hermione was saying how they should have dropped that class like she had, while buttering up some toast,

"Still wishing I had," Harry huffed, that prophecy had done him a lot more harm than good at the end.

Sirius though caught on something else as he yelped, "hey, she's eating again."

"Couldn't really see her holding out that no food grudge forever," Remus snorted.

that they could be doing something more useful like Arithmancy if they had.

"Is it still too late to do that?" Harry sighed.

"You'd have to take it up with McGonagall," Lily shrugged. "Have a valid reason for switching, which I suppose harassment by a teacher repetitively telling you you're going to die counts."

"Hermione had so many extra classes last year she wouldn't have had to give one," James added on thoughtfully.

Harry sighed, wishing he had done something about this, but still couldn't seem to shake that feeling that he may be grateful someday he kept up with Trelawny.

Ron noticed Hermione was eating again, to which she replied she'd thought up a better way to help elf's. Ron laughed that she was also hungry.

"Well that to," Remus agreed, knowing she wouldn't admit to that.

There was a distracting noise above as all the owls came in to deliver the morning paper, but amongst the colors Harry could not spot his own.

This time even Sirius couldn't keep up the bravado that everything was fine. Time had been hedging on so long, he really was starting to get a 'walk over your grave' type of feeling the longer he went without answering. Still, he was thankful he was the one reading, as his managing to keep going was a reminder to the others he was just fine now.

Harry was starting to get a very bad feeling, was it possible that something had happened to Hedwig, and Sirius hadn't even gotten his letter?

"No offense to Hedwig, but I like that answer better than something having happened to Sirius," Remus murmured under his breath, to which Lily couldn't help but agree with.

He couldn't think of anything else all the way to Herbology, but was soon thoroughly distracted by finding what the class had to do today. They resembled slugs coming out of the soil, each pulsing and with many large pustules.

"Gross," Sirius said extra loudly, catching everyone's eye with a hard glint telling them to drop it, no need to make a fuss until real evidence showed up.

James cracked first, nodding along and saying, "agreed, one of the worst Herbology classes, those thing should be classified as a punishment."

"Were great for a little surprise though," Remus added on more heavily than he meant to, but at least he'd tried. Sirius still gave him a winning smile and ignored how they still kept watching him a little too closely.

Professor Sprout explained they were Bubotubers, and the class today was to collect the pus, despite several students' protest of how gross this was. Apparently it was extremely valuable, and they were to wear their gloves while squeezing them into the glass jars, as the liquid could cause bad things to happen to exposed skin.

Popping the tubers was disgusting, yet oddly satisfying.

Lily snorted in surprise, flexing her hand in disgust at the thought, but upon contemplation she could see where Harry was coming from.

By the end of the lesson they had several pints to show for it, and Professor Sprout seemed very happy as she said Madam Pomfrey in particular would be thankful for this, it was a great remedy to get rid of stubborn acne.

"Oh, but it has so many more uses," Sirius sighed with an old smile the others knew far too well.

"None that need to be shared right now," Lily said pointedly to a very curious Harry who loved hearing their old stories.

James pouted at her, as he loved nothing more than sharing with his son all the mischief he'd gotten up to at school, but Sirius went back to his reading anyways.

Hannah did say that another girl named Eloise had tried to curse hers off.

"Ooh," Lily coed.

"Really would have been best if she'd tried asking for help with that first," Remus grimaced in agreement.

Sprout agreed that had been foolish, but Pomfrey had put her nose back on straight in the end.

Harry did a double take in surprise. He'd never seen her as far as he knew, but surely any acne couldn't have been that bad?

They were dismissed from class then, and headed down towards Hagrid's hut, where they found said man holding back his dog Fang who was straining to go have a sniff at several crates.

"Brilliant," James beamed, "he's clearly moved on from those worms."

"Glad to hear it," Sirius nodded on with high curiosity, "as we know he can do better."

The closer they got, they could hear odd miniature explosions coming from said boxes.

"This should be fun," Remus chuckled, his mind already spinning on what could be in there.

Harry's first instinct was to disagree, a feeling already rising in him saying he did not like whatever this was at once.

Hagrid greeted them cheerfully, telling them they should wait for the Slytherins to arrive as he knew they wouldn't want to miss these,

"I know one that doesn't give a rat's ass," Lily muttered.

Blast-Ended Skrewts!

Harry watched them all expectantly, but was surprised to find no one here recognized the name. This only managed to increase his unease, but still he asked in normal tones, "so, no fun facts about this?"

"I've no idea what they are," Remus shrugged, his brow wrinkling up showing his displeasure at that statement.

"Maybe something newly discovered," Sirius offered, sounding even more interested now.

Harry took a look inside the box and found hundreds of little odd creatures. Each were only a few inches long, and a grotesque pink, all climbing over each other with no discernable heads, but many legs that seemed to stick out in odd directions, each with a pincer on the end. The bang noise came whenever one randomly decided to take off by shooting fire out of its rear, propelling it forward.

"Well that was, fascinating," Lily got out, not really sure how else to put it. She certainly wasn't drawn to, whatever those were, and they hardly sounded like anything she wanted to be around.

"Those really do sound interesting," Remus agreed without the sarcasm. "For some odd reason though, they sound like a cross between manticores and fire crabs."

"Oh come on Remus," Sirius chuckled, "I'm sure it's just something newly discovered. Can you imagine those two things breeding?"

Remus agreed it was a laughable idea, those had just been the first two things he'd thought of that they resembled, but it must be something else.

"Plus, I like to think Hagrid's done enough illegal stuff for a while," James muttered.

Hagrid was proudly explaining that they'd only just hatched, and they were going to be this class's pet project.

"That sounds, fun," James said, trying his hardest for some enthusiasm, though he couldn't deny he would have enjoyed the thought more if any of them actually knew what those things were.

Malfoy arrived on the scene then, demanding to know why they'd want to do such a thing. Hagrid looked stumped at the question.

"That's encouraging," Lily snorted, unable to stop her mind spinning slightly why Hagrid would hesitate on this. Shouldn't he know that kind of answer before he started the class? She liked Hagrid of course, but she really was beginning to wonder how well adept at teaching he was.

Malfoy kept going, demanding to know what the point of these things were, but Hagrid said that was for the next lesson.

"In other words, he has no idea," Remus sighed.

"Please tell me I'm the only one getting a bad feeling about this," Sirius frowned. "Someone tell me they're not thinking what I am."

None of them could though, as the longer this carried on, they were starting to wonder just how new this discovered species was.

Today they were just to be fed, and Hagrid had collected several different things for them to try since he wasn't sure.

"And it's still getting worse," Lily grumbled.

Seamus was grumbling how terrible this morning was going,

"I'll take the pus, at least I know what it is" Lily sighed.

as they each began trying to tempt the Blast-Ended Skrewts into eating even though they weren't even sure where the mouth was.

"Least they can't bite Ron like that," Sirius happily offered.

The next shout of noise came from Dean, who screeched that one of them had got him.

"Guess they can still pinch though," James gave a weak smile.

Hagrid went over to him as Dean explained its back end had exploded on his hand, leaving him with a burn.

The boys really couldn't suppress some surprised laughter at his expense, anyone getting burned by a creatures butt would be laughed at.

Lavender called Hagrid over next, asking what a pointy thing on some of them were? Hagrid explained the ones with stingers were likely males, and the others that had suckers on their stomachs were probably female, and they'd use those to suck blood.

"Well this is just wonderful," Lily sighed, running her hand through her hair while her eyes continued narrowing in suspicion.

"They're getting better by the second," Sirius agreed mildly.

Malfoy drawled out with sarcasm how he could really see the use of these things, they could burn, sting and bite you all at once!

"I'd love to give you one," James snarked. "Let it loose in the Slytherin common room."

Hermione shot back that they didn't have to be cute to be useful! Dragon's blood had all sorts of magical properties, but no one wanted them for a pet.

"I don't find that a valid point," Sirius shivered.

"I do, though it saddens me Hermione had to make Hagrid's point," Lily shrugged.

"We know she needs to get her word in, she probably just beat him to the punch," James offered.

Harry and Ron almost laughed, as they knew Hagrid was the exception to that and would love a pet dragon,

"Again," all five of them muttered with unhappy remembrance.

or another one at least, as he'd once housed a baby Norwegian Ridgeback he'd deemed Norbert.

Class was dismissed then, and as they went back to the castle Ron offered that at least they were small.

"Dragons are fairly small when they first hatch," Remus sighed, "that doesn't mean how big they'll grow."

"You are not helping," Lily scolded.

Hermione corrected that they were now, but once Hagrid figured out how to feed them, they'd likely grow.

"Neither's Hermione," James snorted.

Ron shot back with a sly smirk that if they cured seasickness, it would be worth it.

"Well there's that," Sirius gave a laugh.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him, saying they knew full well she'd just said that to shut up Malfoy. To be honest, she thought he was right in this instance, it would be better to get rid of them while they had the chance.

"Harsh," Remus said in surprise.

"This coming from the girl who's jumping to every conclusion possible about house-elves, you'd think she'd give these little things a chance," James agreed.

They made it to lunch then, but while Harry and Ron began piling up their plate, Hermione grabbed everything around her and began eating at top speed.

"Guess she was really hungry," Sirius raised a brow in surprise.

Harry was getting a feeling, like he knew there was a reason in particular Hermione would be in such a hurry to eat, but didn't press it and instead remained as confused as the rest of them.

Ron asked if this was her new goal, to make herself puke?

"That would be more insulting than helpful," James scoffed, "she must know that."

Hermione managed to get out a no around a mouthful of sprouts,

Sirius pretended to retch over the side of the sofa at having so many vile vegetables in your mouth at once.

saying she needed to get up to the library.

"Aw, I think she missed her real best friend," Remus snickered.

Ron demanded to know why, they hadn't even been given homework yet.

"Has that ever actually stopped her before?" Lily snorted.

Hermione didn't answer though, shoveling the rest of her food away before sprinting off.

Harry and Ron ate at their normal pace, then left for their Divination class.

"I don't suppose since she was so insanely wrong last year about you dying, she'll quit this year?" Sirius asked without any real hope.

"I wouldn't hold your breath," Harry sighed.

Once the class had all been seated, Trelawny entered as if from the shadows, making most of the students jump. She emerged right next to Harry, and told him she sensed he looked preoccupied.

"Every student in that school could be considered preoccupied about something," Lily scoffed.

She continued watching him with those wide eyes, telling him that the thing he feared most would soon come to pass.

"That was so vague, it wouldn't matter what happened, she'd claim credit for it," Remus rolled his eyes.

Then she turned away back to the rest of the class, explaining to them that this semester they'd be focusing on the stars. They would be focusing on the movement of the planets to ordain...

"Isn't this what the centaurs do?" James asked with only vague curiosity, just trying to get her talking to stop for a moment.

"I think it's more elaborate," Sirius shrugged, he really only had the faintest idea like the rest of them, "but yeah, something similar."

but Harry wasn't listening anymore.

All four of them couldn't help but laugh at that, none of them could blame him one bit as they'd been hoping her little speech would be cut off soon as well.

This room had always put Harry to sleep, though today in particular he couldn't help but chew on what she'd said to him.

Harry had an unhappy little frown on his face again at the thought of that. He knew that she was in fact a real Seer, and she'd made quite a few right predictions last year no matter her agitating personality. What if this was one of them? The thing he was most currently dreading happened to be something would happen to Sirius, but that couldn't be it, right?

He tried to shake his worry off, Hermione was right and Trelawny was a fraud, and Harry wasn't dreading anything...except that something might have happened to Sirius.

That caught them all up with Harry's line of thinking, and Sirius couldn't help but lose a few shades of color in shock. He had been the first to believe in this woman's real power, and he'd regretted it ever sense as she continued to somehow manage to make his life hell because of it. There was no way that she was right about this though, he was fine! He had to be, for Harry's sake as well as his own. He knew he'd never forgive himself if something did happen to him, and he'd be virtually leaving Harry on his own again. Until he had concrete proof from this stupid little text that something had happened to him, he smothered that terrible fear and put on a confident smile for the others, feeding the line, "ah, the old quack is just winding you up pup. You know she'd love nothing more than to see she'd gotten under your skin."

Harry gave him a brave smile, but none of that even began to erase their worry which would linger until the moment Sirius' name was cleared.

Trelawny couldn't know that though. Harry had long since put down her odd predictions to luck.

Lily longed for the days where she'd believed that.

Except for last year, where she'd made a true prophecy while in a trance, even Dumbledore had confirmed that.

Yeah, that was about where all of their suspicions were coming from as well.

Ron snapped Harry out of his musing, and he jerked around to see that Trelawny was watching him with resentment that he hadn't been hanging on her every word.

"He had much more important things to be thinking about," Sirius said with as much pompousness as he could put into his tone.

"You think you're more important than Merlin himself," Lily said halfheartedly with none of her usual ire.

Sirius gave her a winning smile which she couldn't help but roll her eyes at.

She repeated now that she did have Harry's attention that he was most certainly born under Saturn, it was there in his dark hair,

"That's genetics you beanbag," James snorted.

mean stature,

"I fault that to nutrition," Lily scathed under her breath, knowing that while James had been scrawny in his youth, he would have shot up by this age point, while Harry still seemed to be lacking due to his home life.

and the tragic losses of his young life.

"Which is always a loving reminder," Sirius got out through gritted teeth.

She predicted that he'd been born in midwinter.

All five of them began laughing without remorse at that. Considering all the right predictions she'd made, it was nice to see her be so utterly wrong about this when none of them could still take a lingering eye off of Sirius.

Harry corrected that he'd been born in July, which made Ron turn his laugh into a cough.

"He's more restraint than we do," James got out, still laughing so hard at least they were pretty sure that's what he'd said.

As the class continued, Trelawny gave them all star charts, and told them to map the planets at the time of their birth. It was boring work, as they mostly had to focus on calculations. When Harry was done, he found he had two Neptune's.

"Probably means you're going to visit the ocean or something," Remus snorted.

Ron began imitating Trelawney's voice, telling him that two Neptune's meant that a midget in glasses was being born.

Sirius was starting to list against the arm of the couch he was laughing so hard, still blinking as fast as he could to try and keep himself going even while doing so.

Across the room, Lavender had Trelawney's attention, asking her to come identify a planet for her. Trelawny said it was Uranus, and Ron whispered if he could have a look at Lavenders Uranus too.

At least Lily tried to suppress her humor at that one, juvenile as it was, but the joke had been so unexpected she wasn't doing too well.

Harry, Seamus, and Dean all began laughing loudly at that one, which sadly caught Trelawney's attention, and might have been the reason for their extra homework.

"Nah, I'll bet she'd have done that even if you did fawn over her," Remus rolled his eyes.

"She seems as strict as McGonagall, without the intentional fun side," James nodded in agreement.

She wanted a detailed account of the planetary movements for the next month and predictions on how they would affect them, her snappy tone now resembling McGonagall,

"There's James's proof to back it up," Sirius said without remorse. He'd been longing since the first book just to hear about something as mundane as Harry getting extra homework, so despite his pup's put out look, he was going to yuk this up as long as possible.

and she wanted it Monday!

Ron called her a few choice words as they left that day, complaining how that would take them all weekend to do! Hermione caught up with them and asked if they'd been given homework, because Vector hadn't given them any.

"Wishing more and more I'd taken Arithmancy," Harry grumbled.

They were on their way down to dinner and had almost made it to the Great Hall when they were hailed by Malfoy.

"Just keep walking," Lily said hopefully.

"And miss the opportunity to hear what he's got to say," James demanded, pretending to look faint at the idea. "Whatever would he do with himself then?"

Ron snapped what he wanted, and Malfoy shouted back loud enough for all around to hear that his dad had wound up in the papers again.

"Well this can't be good," Remus frowned.

"Hasn't always been bad," Sirius countered back with a small twist of his own lips.

He began reading from a copy of the Daily Prophet the headline that the Ministry was still making mistakes. Rita Skeeter was again the author of the piece as she explained that the Ministry was again in disgrace because of yesterday when Arnold Weasley,

"Now they're just being insulting," James sneered at the misuse of Arthur's name.

"It should hardly be considered credible if they can't even keep their own simple fact like a name straight," Lily nodded.

but Malfoy cut himself off there to look up and laugh at Ron that they hadn't even gotten his name right, he really was a nobody!

"Wish you were!" Harry seethed, tensing up more every line Sirius read.

Malfoy had the attention of every student around him as he kept reading that Weasley had come to the aid of one 'Mad-Eye' Moody, an ex-Auror who was known for making false phone calls of distress. The aged man could no longer tell the difference between a handshake and an attack on his life, and Mr. Weasley's coming to his aide was a disgrace on the Ministry's behalf.

"He was asked to come onto that scene!" Lily spat in outrage. "Who the bloody hell is this woman to be saying all of this horrid stuff, what's she have against Arthur?"

"It's not just him," Remus reminded with an ugly look in place, "she's had a go at Bill, remember? They said the whole of the Curse Breakers, but the fact that he was specifically mentioned pops."

"So what's she have against the Weasleys," Sirius sighed.

"Nothing as far as I know," Harry grumbled, "at least Ron's never said anything, so maybe even he doesn't know."

"Maybe Arthur turned her down in school or something, and she's getting revenge," James offered with an almost amused smirk.

"If she's that petty then she's being sad, and you're depressing me," Lily rolled her eyes, flicking her fingers at Sirius to convince him to keep going.

Malfoy flipped the paper over when he was done, which showed a picture of Mr. and Mrs. Weasley in front of their house. Malfoy commented first on the patheticness of the house, then demanded to know if Mrs. Weasley was really that fat, or did the camera do a small bit of it?

Sirius did not look remotely pleased to have said such a horrid thing, but hoped dearly Harry and Ron would get him back enough that he didn't stop amongst the protest around him.

Harry's face flushed bright red in hatred, despising anyone speaking about Mrs. Weasley like that.

Ron began shaking in fury, but Harry called out for Malfoy to stuff himself, trying to drag Ron away.

"You're killing me Harry," James groaned, he wanted to see that brat cursed already!

Malfoy kept going though, remembering how Harry had been staying with the Weasleys, and demanded of him if she was really that porky?

"Couldn't say, nobody would notice but an f'ing little shit like you!" Remus growled.

Harry began to shout back, while having to grab hold of Ron to stop him having a go,

"I really wish you would stop doing that," Sirius snarled.

Harry had to take a deep breath to answer without shouting, "we were in front of the Great Hall, teachers everywhere, I didn't want to see him end up in detention without even getting proper revenge."

"Sometimes it's worth it," Remus huffed.

that his own mother had quite an expression on her face when Harry had seen her. He demanded to know if she always looked like she swallowed dung, or was it just because Draco was around?

"Brilliant dear," Lily made sure he heard her praise amongst the gale of laughter.

Harry didn't look as pleased as he normally would have at his mother's words, he was still too wrung up about why he'd had to throw that insult.

Malfoy went pink as he yelled at Harry not to insult his mother!

"Can't take what you dish out?" James sneered.

"Typical of his kind," Sirius nodded.

Harry suggested he keep his mouth shut then, beginning to turn away, when a shot of light went searing next to his cheek.

"He tried to curse you, when you were turning around?" Lily snarled.

"Can't say I'm surprised after all the dirty things he's done," Sirius grimaced with disgust, thankful that he'd missed and now Harry would have a chance to retaliate.

Harry was already spinning back around while reaching for his wand, when he heard the shout of 'no you don't laddie!'

James went wide-eyed in surprise, wondering who else had stepped in.

Harry turned properly to find Moody limping down the stairs, at the foot of which where Malfoy had been standing was a white ferret.

Sirius wasn't sure he'd read that right. He sat there gaping down at the book for several long moments before his eyes convinced his brain he'd really just read the most wondrous fact he could.

Then the others caught on, and all five of them were leaning back into their seating they were laughing so hard.

Only after several minutes did it vaguely subside, and Remus gasped out, "well, no one could say he didn't have that coming."

"A ferret-" James wheezed, "of all the, oh that's so perfect I couldn't have done better!"

Lily collected herself next, smoothing out her hair from her face but still unable to shake the smile this caused. Malfoy was an arrogant little thing who'd thrown the first punch, at Harry's back. No way could she find anything to protest in his getting this treatment.

Sirius got his breath back last, his eyes still watery from laughing so hard, and not sounding like he cared one jot.

The hall rang with silence as most of Moody turned to look at Harry, while his eye rolled into the back of his head.

"Cool," Sirius chirped, the more he heard about that thing the more it sounded like a pretty good compensation for losing an eye.

Moody asked if Harry had been hit, and he said no. Then Moody shouted 'leave it!' Harry asked what he meant, and Moody said he didn't mean him, while gesturing over his shoulder where Crabbe had been fixing to pick up the ferret.

"He can see out of the back of his own head with that?" Lily asked with mild disgust.

"Can see how that can come in handy though," Remus' grin widened as all the possibilities of this came to mind.

James got a smile in place of agreement before anyone noticed otherwise, but the second Sirius turned back it slipped away again to be replaced with confusion and concern. He just couldn't picture this in his head no matter how fascinating the idea.

Apparently Moody's magical eye could see through his own skull. Moody turned back around to face the Slytherin trio then, which made the ferret give a terrified squeak and try to make a run for the dungeons.

"Oh I hope you follow," Sirius begged Harry. "I would pay my weight to see that thing going to Snape, and him trying to figure out what it is!"

Harry gave another light laugh, but somehow got the feeling that wasn't what had happened.

Moody raised his wand again, and set the ferret ten feet into the air, then lowered him back down to the marble floor with a smack, before bouncing him back up again.

Causing the boys another round of ungraceful laughter, while Lily's brows shot up in surprise. She wasn't going to say anything about transfiguring him like that, though he was a teacher she reflected and wished he'd show better. But the physical violence was pushing what was called for in this situation.

"Oh come on Lily Flower," James wheedled when he caught sight of her expression. "You know Malfoy deserves this."

"I'm not arguing that," Lily shook her head with a small frown still in place, "but he could really hurt him doing that."

"You worry too much," Sirius scoffed, "you must know Moody won't cause him a permanent injury, just show him a bit of what a waste of space he is."

Lily still couldn't wipe away her concern, but Sirius moved on like she'd agreed with him anyways.

Moody was talking to Malfoy now, telling him he despised anyone who attacked their opponent with their back turned,

"I wonder if that might be how he got one of his injuries," Remus considered.

"Wouldn't surprise me," Sirius shrugged.

"Though he has always been against cowardice like that move," James pointed out.

still bouncing him around with every word as he told that this was a cowardly thing to do.

Lily sighed as she ran her hand up and down her face, did Sirius have to sound so indulgent as he said all of that.

The ferret was flailing around trying to escape to no avail.

Moody instructed he was never to do that again, every word punctuated with another smack against the floor.

"I sincerely hope this did teach him a lesson," Remus nodded in agreement, only managing to increase Lily's consternation when Harry nodded as if in agreement.

Someone shouted Moody's name in shock, it was McGonagall coming down the stairs with her arms full of books.

"Why is she always carrying so many books around?" Harry asked out of the blue. "She can't have that much time to read."

"She does some other stuff besides teach," Lily happily explained, more than pleased at this change of topic while the boys looked mildly annoyed they'd been distracted from this perfect moment, and now McGonagall was likely going to ruin it altogether. "I know she submits essays and some opinion pieces to the Ministry on a few of the problems the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes division has. I'm sure most of those are for research, though like Hermione I wouldn't be too surprised if she did have just a fun reading novel mixed in there."

"You two get to talking about the weirdest things," James snickered when Harry looked like he was fixing to return with something.

Lily gave him a sharp glare, he was one to talk, but Sirius kept reading loudly to get back on track.

Moody greeted McGonagall calmly, still bouncing the ferret all the higher.

"Doesn't even-" which was all Remus could get out before he started laughing again, though forcing himself to be quiet enough Sirius would keep going.

McGonagall asked what he was doing as her own eyes followed the ferret's progress.

"Isn't it obvious?" James raised a brow at her, thinking she usually caught on faster than that.

"He's just helping out a fellow student," Sirius quickly nodded in agreement as if McGonagall were standing in front of them now.

Moody responded he was teaching.

"Well he's not wrong," Harry smirked.

McGonagall shrieked if that was a student, her books falling in surprise.

Cracking up all of the boys again, who started snickering like idiots in Lily's opinion. She was watching them indulgently now though, unable to stop her own spark of amusement now that she knew this wasn't going to progress further. At least McGonagall had always been quick on the uptake.

Moody simply said yep.

"Not even going to try-" James got out before he was holding his sides in laughter again.

McGonagall cried no right back,

"Her reaction's my favorite part," Harry got out, starting to gasp a bit he'd been laughing so hard.

now sprinting down the stairs and pulling out her own wand and transforming Malfoy back.

"Aw, she's such a killjoy," Sirius pouted down at the pages, even though he was trying for a sad tone at their fun being gone, it still wasn't getting rid of his amusement one jot.

She turned on Moody and began scolding him at once that teachers were not to use Transfiguration as a punishment!

Lily gave a sad sigh, wishing McGonagall had checked to see if Malfoy had an injury or anything.

Insisting that Dumbledore must have told him that!

Moody seemed unconcerned as he said the headmaster might have mentioned it,

"Oh yes, just a little side note, right along with don't slip Veritaserum into their morning breakfast," Lily snorted.

"Wish you could get away with stuff like that," James said, "it would have made Moony's time there a lot more interesting."

Remus didn't even bother to look abashed.

but he'd been thinking that a good shock to the boy,

"Well he definitely got that," Sirius crowed with triumph.

but McGonagall instructed they were to be given detentions, or to speak to the offender's Head of House.

"Not effective, and a nuisance," Lily rolled her eyes.

"Taking house points away seems to work best," Harry offered.

"For those who cared," James snorted.

Moody agreed he'd do that for now, turning his attention back on Malfoy who was muttering something about his father.

"I swear you could make a recording of him doing that, make him disappear, and no one would know the difference," Sirius snickered.

Moody limped towards him, snapping at him that he knew his father quite well.

"I'm hoping Moody wasn't the one investigating him on the charges of being a Death Eater," Remus sighed, "otherwise I'd be really disappointed he couldn't find anything."

"And we know Moody can't be bribed out of whatever he would have found," Sirius nodded in agreement, "so I'm with you, hopefully he just tried at his trial or something and couldn't get through."

To tell Malfoy senior that his boy was being watched. Then he directed that Snape was his Head of House? Malfoy gave a sulky yes, and Moody declared that was another old friend.

Lily sadly remembered a time where she would have felt upset at the way this news was delivered, making it perfectly obvious to anyone in the know that he was referring to Snape as a Death Eater as well in that instance, but that ship had sailed long ago.

Moody agreed he'd been looking forward to talking to Snape anyways, coming forward and seizing Malfoy's arm and dragging him off.

"I can't believe McGonagall let them go," Harry chuckled. "He may just drag Malfoy out of sight and transfigure him into a slug next."

"We can only hope," Sirius nodded in agreement.

McGonagall watched them go anxiously, but then summoned her books back to her arms and walked away. Harry and his friends finally made their way into the Great Hall, and sat down, to hear Ron instruct his friends not to talk to him for a moment.

"He's probably still trying to find where he left his breath at," James snickered, "I know I am."

Hermione asked why not, and Ron said it was because he was implanting that into his memory, Draco Malfoy the amazing bouncing ferret.

"I want to get that on a t-shirt," Sirius groaned, unable to believe he could still keep laughing as his head would likely fall off soon, but his body was trying.

Harry and Hermione both laughed, but Hermione did add on that Malfoy could have gotten hurt. It was good McGonagall had stepped in. Ron snapped at her that she was ruining the best moment of his life!

"That's the best moment of his life?" Lily snorted. "Poor boys got a long way to go then."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sirius scoffed at her, "I'd make the best patronus in the world with that memory!"

Hermione ignored him and began eating at top speed again.

Harry asked if she was going back to the library, which she agreed to. He tried to protest that she still didn't have any homework, and she cut him off that it wasn't for homework.

She cleared her plate in minutes then ran off.

"What on earth is she up to?" Remus demanded, mildly disappointed they had finally seemed to step off the topic of the ferret.

"Something to do with house-elves I'd presume," Lily said with much more curiosity, she knew she'd like to hear about this.

"Here's hoping Harry doesn't go and check," Sirius sighed.

Moments later the twins and Lee appeared, telling Harry and Ron about how cool Moody is! They'd just had his class this afternoon.

"I get a feeling Harry had a better lesson from him than you," James beamed.

Harry at once asked what it was like, and Fred said it was the best lesson ever.

"Aw, it's okay Moony, he didn't really mean it," Sirius told Remus with an amused smirk.

Remus rolled his eyes at the teasing, he hadn't taken that personally.

Lee agreed he knew things.

Ron asked for details, and George said that he knew what it was like to be out there doing it.

Harry asked doing what?

Fred said he knew about fighting the Dark Art's, George adding on that he'd seen it all! Lee finishing that it was amazing to listen to.

"Those three sound like you three," Lily smiled. "Honestly, he's not the only Auror in the world."

"But he is one of the best," James countered at once.

"He comes from a whole family of Aurors," Sirius added on, "so he's known what he's doing since he was in diapers."

"And he clearly gets results," Remus shrugged, "I wouldn't bet against him in a fight."

Lily started snickering when she realized they'd just proved her point, but wasn't going to pursue it.

Ron took another look at his schedule, and groaned that they didn't have his class till Thursday.

"I feel like that's the first time Ron's ever said anything about a class like that," Harry laughed as Sirius handed the book to him.

HPHPHPHP

* I found it! A lot of people were asking me back during book three why I thought all classes always started on a Monday, and this was my reasoning right here. September 2nd, 1994 was a Friday, not a Monday, so something is off about their days of the weeks compared to ours!

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #reading the books #GoF #Marauders #James Potter #Remus Lupin #Sirius Black #Lily Potter

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Mr Madden | Madderton Teacher AU | Chapter 4

TW: BRIEF MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

Taron stirred in bed, glancing to the clock for the umpteenth time that night; it was only 4:57am. He had just over 2 long hours until his alarm was supposed to sound, it was still dark, and the birds hadn’t even thought about chirping yet. The entire night had been a series of waking up and drifting off, usually multiple times within the hour. His mind was disturbed by the thought of arriving at school to find out that Ella hadn’t made it, he had visions of her parents coming in to blame the school, leading to Taron being ratted out for not doing enough to help her, her poor parents screaming and crying at him, telling him that they killed their daughter. He made himself dizzy filling his head with these thoughts that deep down he knew just weren’t true, and Richard has done everything he could to assure him of that. The light from his phone and a soft vibration pulled Taron out of his dark thoughts as he rolled over to pull it out of its charging port and squint at the bright screen.

Rich: you up, T?x

Taron: yep, been up most the night, why are you up??x

Rich: set an alarm for 5 cos I knew you’d be up and I wanted to check up on you x

Taron: what? really? Rich you didn’t have to do that you have work too..x

Rich: course I did I couldn’t bear the thought of you alone in bed feeling shit so I thought instead of another 2 hours of that you’d want to go for breakfast before work? Obviously the only place open is mcdonalds but you can’t go wrong with a maccies breakfast x

Taron: you’re right you can’t go wrong with a maccies breakfast, thanks rich I need this I was preparing for a long couple of hours, was considering going for a walk but this sounds much nicer x

Rich: no worries bub, I’ll come pick you up in 20 mins then we can go straight to work after breakfast x

Rich got himself up and ready for work, a routine that didn’t take long. As long as his face was washed, teeth were cleaned and his hair was tidy he was quite happy to get dressed and go within 15 minutes. He grabbed his keys and jogged down the stairs of his apartment to the resident car park, making the short drive to Taron’s place and sending him a quick text to let him know he was outside. Taron appeared quickly, looking a little less put together than usual. His hair wasn’t quite as neat as he usually bothered to make it, and his eyes were puffy from the severe lack of sleep.

“Jeez you look shit T,” Rich commented.

“Cheers,” Taron sighed.

“No I mean you still look handsome, obviously,” Rich scoffed playfully, “but you literally look like you haven’t slept for a minute.”

“You’re not too far off the mark there,” Taron replied as he pulled the seatbelt over him. “Seriously though thanks for doing this Rich it means a lot, you really didn’t have to wake up so early for me.”

“Don’t worry about it I knew full well you’d be up most of the night worrying, I know what you’re like by now, I’d rather that you get out of the house and have some breakfast and coffee rather than tossing and turning for another 2 hours and coming to work without eating anything,” Rich said softly as he put the car into 5th gear along a long, empty main road.

“Thank you,” Taron replied, at a loss for what else to say to his incredibly thoughtful friend who knew him even better than Taron thought he did.

The pair rode out the rest of the journey in silence, neither knowing exactly what to say at a time like this. Rich pulled into the car park of the 24 hour McDonalds and made his way inside with Taron following miserably behind. Rich noticed him trailing behind and stopped at the door to wait, putting an arm round him when he caught up as they walked into the building. Once the two had ordered, received their food and sat down at a booth table in the window, Taron held his egg muffin limply, taking tiny bites. Rich, having already finished the tiny thing in what felt like less than 5 bites, sat with his hands wrapped around his coffee for warmth.

“Look T, I know this sounds obvious but please stop blaming yourself for this, no one is mad at you,” Rich soothed, taking one hand away from his coffee to place it on Taron’s arm.

“But what if she dies, Rich? How am I supposed to deal with a student dying at my hands?”

“T, if she did die it wouldn’t be at your hands! Not one bit! You did what you could. And anyway there’s no point worrying about death now, if you worry about something that hasn’t happened you’re potentially putting yourself through it twice, ok?”

“That’s actually not bad advice,” Taron said, perking up ever so slightly.

“Yeah I got it off one of those facebook posts with inspirational quotes,” Rich admitted, laughing quietly at himself.

“Oh christ,” Taron chuckled softly, “well thank you anyway, I don’t know why it’s got me this down, I know it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid at all you’re a worrier, you worry for the world Taron, and it’s a heart warming trait but you’re gonna worry yourself sick,” Rich spoke in almost a whisper, rubbing Taron’s arm comfortingly.

“I know, I know,” Taron took a long sigh and finally finished his breakfast. Rich’s words did actually make quite a big difference, he didn’t need to be so miserable about something that he shouldn’t even blame himself for in the first place. “Thank you again for this I do feel better.”

“Anytime,” Rich smiled. Taron and Rich sat for the rest of the wait before work, sipping their second coffee and chatting mindlessly to keep Taron’s mind off things. As the time passed quickly, the morning drew closer to them having to go to work. The sun rose at last, and they knew they’d have to go sooner or later.

“You ready?” Rich asked, offering his hand to Taron, who reluctantly took it, deciding that there wasn’t really anyone around at this time of the morning who would see them and so they walked hand in hand to the car.

“I might not even hear anything about it today, no point getting worked up,” Taron assured himself out loud, staring out of the window at the sunrise lined buildings of the city that zooming past the window as they travelled.

“Exactly,” Rich agreed, putting his left hand on Taron’s knee in between changing gear. They arrived at work, deciding that a third coffee probably wasn’t a smart idea, but a visit to the staff room before they started might be worthwhile, in case there did happen to be any news on Ella.

“Morning,” they both said politely to the other staff gathered around the room, all looking a little bit like they didn’t want to be there for another day in the mad house that they called a school. Taron bit his lip, not sure whether to ask the question. The Headteacher, who was leaning against the kitchen counter waiting for the coffee in the coffee pot to brew, seemed to have read his mind.

“Ella’s parents got in contact, she’s fine,” he smiled, almost as relieved as Taron.

“Really?” Taron beamed happily, relief washing over him like a tidal wave, his whole body relaxing as if he’d been tensing for a week straight.

“Yes she’s stable, already recovering, and will be back in school next Monday if she’s ready so she’s got a little while to get better,” he informed, now turning around to pour coffee.

“Thank god,” Taron breathed heavily, taking a seat on one of the old tatty sofas and slumping forward in relief, rubbing his temples. Rich looked at him, longing for a cuddle, but knowing he couldn’t so just settled on patting him on the shoulder casually, avoiding the curious gaze of Mrs Reynolds who was clearly trying desperately to sniff out some gossip again.

“Coffee?” the Head asked in Taron and Rich’s direction, who both declined rather quickly.

“Suit yourself,” he smiled. Mrs Reynolds was now looking quizzically in their direction.

“Already coffee-d out?” she questioned, an eyebrow raised suspiciously.

“Yep, uh, we do both have coffee at home, so,” Rich trailed off uncomfortably.

“No of course, I just don’t tend to get up early to use up the coffee in my house when it’s free here.” Taron was now looking up at her, his eyes narrowed slightly as if to say ‘keep your nose out of our business’ “Anyway,” she quipped, putting her mug in the sink and turning on her heel “I must be off to class.” At that she scurried out of the staff room making brief eye contact with the rest of the staff before she left, leaving them to sit in tense silence as they all attempted to sip their coffee nonchalantly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Taron and Rich took this as their cue to leave and head to Rich’s class, walking quickly down the hallway.

“Oh my god do you think they’re all onto us?” Taron whispered, leaning into Rich as they walked.

“I don’t know, but like you said the other day, there’s no proof, they have nothing on us!” Rich loud whispered back.

“You’re right, we just have to be extra careful,” Taron nodded as they arrived at Rich’s classroom and scuttled inside.

“Yeah we will,” Rich assured.

“Extra careful,” Taron smirked, leaning flirtatiously against the door to the supply closet.

“Taron..” Rich warned, knowing exactly what he was suggesting.

“Do people usually come snooping in your supply closet at 7:30am on a Tuesday?” Taron joked.

“Well no, but they do walk past the classroom and snoop through the big obvious window in the door, what if we get seen going in or out?”

“We won’t! We’ll make sure,” Taron reassured the Scotsman, who stood shifting on the spot nervously, his hands fiddling with each other.

“Your mood has certainly improved in the past 10 minutes,” Rich observed.

“Of course,” Taron started, “I spent all night worried sick and now I know she’s ok I feel like a massive weight’s been lifted and I have some emotional catching up to do.”

“Right, that’s your logic?” Rich laughed, “in fact, you’ve changed your whole tune about doing things like this since I met you.”

“I know, like I said, everything changed when I met you! Now are you joining me or do I have to please myself?” Taron wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Argh, T!”

“I’m joking, I’m joking!” Taron assured quickly, laughing at Rich being a typical serious History teacher. “You coming in?” Rich shuffled on the spot some more, glancing back and forth at the door suspiciously.

“Hmm, ok, but we really shouldn’t be doing this though,” Rich muttered, following Taron into the cupboard.

“No we should not,” Taron agreed with cheeky smile, pulling Rich in and locking their lips firmly, hands running up and down each other’s backs lovingly.

“No really we can’t make a habit of this,” Rich said, pulling away for a moment in between breaths. Taron shushed him, pulling him straight back in, gently grabbing his thick, lovely hair from behind. The lovebirds carried on having their moment until they accepted that they’ll have to stop eventually and get ready for class. Taron cracked the door open slightly to look at the door to the classroom, making sure the coast was clear before grabbing Rich’s hand and pulling him out of the now fully open door.

“Hey look we literally came out of the closet,” Rich snorted, Taron nudged him playfully, laughing along. “Seriously though we can’t get too comfortable doing that.”

“I know, it’ll be fine!” Taron assured, following Rich to his desk to take a seat next to him. The two of them sat in silence while Rich turned his computer on and watched it boot up, the logo appearing across the screen in big letters. Rich looked down at his lap, and then back up at Taron, the secret kiss they just had now playing on his mind.

“T, what are we?” Rich asked, now ignoring his computer entirely to look into Taron’s pretty eyes. Taron sat thoughtfully.

“I don’t know, Rich,” he admitted, avoiding Rich’s gaze.

“Are we a thing or is this all just for fun?” said Rich, biting his lip in thought.

“Why don’t we talk about this later, you need to get ready for class,” Taron smiled, glancing at his watch.

“Yeah, you’re right, come round mine tonight?” Rich offered.

“Pizza and beer?” Taron said hopefully.

“Course,” Rich agreed, turning to his computer that had now turned on, asking for his password.

“I better get ready for class too, I’ll talk to you later,” Taron said, getting up from his chair and planting a small kiss on the top of Rich’s head. There was a somewhat solemn feeling between the two all of a sudden, they hadn’t delved into the relationship conversation yet. In fact, neither of them knew if they were ready for a relationship, it had all been fun and games up until now, but they had to decide if settling down was something that they both wanted to do now.

The day passed, slowly. Taron and Rich’s thoughts consumed by the reality of the conversation that they would be having that evening. At least there were some distractions through the day, working in a city secondary school always came with its daily challenges. Taron broke up two fights in one lunch break, had to mediate an argument between four girls in his afternoon class that had suddenly turned 2 vs 2 during a script reading exercise when he stupidly split the class into groups of 4 and not only let them choose their groups, but let them choose between them who gets to be which character, as if that could have ever ended well.

Rich had a student storm out of his class angrily after having to tell him more than five times to get off his phone, the students argument being ‘it’s my personal property fuck off’, and he had a 10 minute job of calming down an over-hyper class of year 7s that had just had a P.E class and were now on the last lesson of the day, which was just a recipe for disaster. Rich knew that being a secondary school teacher would come with challenges, based off his own experience as a student many years ago, but he swore teenagers had become 100x times crazier since then, but maybe that was just him remembering it from the point of view of a student, never really knowing at the time what teachers actually had to go through every day.

Once the day finally drew to an end, Rich and Taron met up to go straight to Rich’s seeing as they had both come in his car that morning.

“You sure you don’t need to pop home first? I don’t mind,” Rich offered.

“No it’s all good, these clothes are comfortable enough and we’ve got the same phone if I need a charger,” Taron replied.

“True.”

After a short journey home, Rich and Taron climbed the stairs to Rich’s apartment, he unlocked the door and let Taron in first, following straight after him. Taron stopped to look around the place, observing the colour schemes and decor themes going on.

“Nice place,” he commented, nodding in approval at the well decorated room.

“Thanks!” Rich said happily as he threw his bag on the dining table and slung his jacket over one of the chairs, Taron did the same and joined Rich on the couch, both sinking down into it after a long day. Taron even more exhausted from his extreme lack of sleep the previous night, knowing full well everyone he had talked to today had just politely ignored the bags under his eyes.

“So do you want a beer now, or?” Rich offered.

“I can wait, we should talk,” Taron said slowly, Rich nodded nervously, breathing heavy enough for Taron to hear it clearly now.

“So.”

“So..”

“Ok, look, T, I’m just gonna say it- I really love you, and I think I’ve fallen fast, and if you don’t feel the same and are just in it for the fun I understand but,” Rich babbled, Taron trying so hard not to giggle at not only his rambling but the fact that he swore the Scottish accent was getting thicker as the sentence progressed.

“Oh shut up,” Taron chuckled, shushing him fully with a kiss. “Mr Madden, will you be my boyfriend?”

“Um, obviously!” Rich breathed, laughing from relief and leaning back in for another sofa make out session, one that meant even more to the two of them than the last time it happened, now that this had developed into a real relationship. One that neither of them were expecting considering they both had intentions to lay low in their jobs, but they couldn’t help it. They wanted each other so badly and would freely admit at this stage that that had been the case for quite some time now.

“So you wanna order food?” Rich asked as the pair pulled away from each other.

“Hm, not yet,” Taron replied.

“You not hungry?” Rich asked in genuine surprise, feeling his own stomach rumble from a long day at work with not enough food, knowing Taron had eaten even less.

“I’m hungry, but not for pizza..where’s your bedroom?” Taron smirked. Rich scoffed in surprise at the extremely forward question.

“I- wow, that is very bold of you, Mr Egerton!” Rich said, taken back but not actual displeased by the question.

“Well, you’re my boyfriend now,” Taron smiled flirtatiously.

“Good point, right this way,” Rich grabbed Taron’s hand and let him into the door that was only a few metres away from the sofa, pulling him into the room and gently shoving him onto his king size bed, pulling his shirt off in excitement and kicking the door shut behind him, knowing that he hadn’t felt this content in such a long time.

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So. You may have just figured out, but I don’t write smut! Sorry! Love reading it but terrible at writing it, so you’ll just have to leave it up to your imagination if you so wish! Anyway sorry this isn’t quite as long as the previous chapter, I just went off on that last one, this is more the length that I’m keeping them. Although I’m slightly worried this chapter is a bit boring, but I hope you all like it regardless tho!

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tbr-agency · 5 years ago

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confrontation.

summary ⟶ Jinyoung was pissed, in result he had things to confessed to Eunhee .

timeline ⟶ October 2019

characters : The Bloody Roses, Park Jinyoung (Got7)

❝ Why did not you tell me that you are going abroad? ❞

Knowing that she didn't give up easily, and having her friends that would always support her although she didn't give much details, she was able to finish her own missions with the help of Nara and Hyunji, the 2 chillest and the ride -or-die members.

Within less than a week, the 2 of them managed to find who was the one who released the articles, and those 2 knew how to threaten someone without the suspect ratting them out.

Also within less than a week, the girls managed to get back their bodyguard title with Ahrin and Chaeun who managed to have private meetings with JYP executives, regarding the issue and they were nice enough to have the girls back.

But what made Eunhee taken a-back was the conversation she had with other girls.

“Eunhee-ah, we need to talk about something,” Ahrin said as she was somehow grabbing Eunhee's wrist, she was led to the dining aisle in the kitchen, to see all of the girls there.

But what caught her eye is that there were familiar letters on the table, as the girls were on their own phones.

"Eunhee is here!" Ahrin called and all of the girls instantly looked up, putting their phones away.

"So what's up?" questioned Eunhee, as she folded her arms, leaning against the wall. The girls looked towards Ahrin and Haejin.

“We are aware of the situation you told us, about your mum offering courses in the CIA university and…” Haejin trailed off as she turned towards the leader.

“And we decided that we wanted to come along with you,” added Ahrin with a smile and Eunhee's eyes widened twice, as her arms became loose.

“What !? You guys aren't joking right? ” muttered Eunhee as her eyes traveled towards the letter, to see all of them had their own signature.

“But, for some of you, what about your boyfriends? I don't think Jb is the type--

“We talked with them individually, and yeah they were upset but…” Haejin trailed off.

"Youngjae said, if it's our dreams, they didn't want to stop us." added Yeonji and Nara nodded.

Some of them knew that they had to talk with their own partners regarding this and they knew it wouldn't be easy.

“How about you then? Have you told Jinyoung?” questioned Chaeun and Eunhee quickly looked away from the girls.

“There was a reason why I accepted the offer,” muttered Eunhee as she folded her arms, gulping down the lump on her throat.

The girls watch Eunhee intensely.

“I was trying to deny my own feelings,” mumbled Eunhee and there were a few gasps from some of them.

“So by not telling him, you will think that the feelings you had for him will fade?” Yeonji questioned, with a confused tone.

“That was the path I wanted to go,”

“But that’s impossible. He would ask his own members,” stated Chaeun.

“And I don’t think your feelings would fade within 5 months... just saying’” Nara added, while putting up her hands in the air.

Eunhee looks at her with clenched jaw, as she looks away from her with a sigh.

“I don’t know. I’ll just see where this goes, I’ll drop by the office tomorrow to send the letter,” informed Eunhee, her eyes were downcast as she quickly collected all of the 6 letters.

She could feel their eyes on her, she knew they were trying to read her but Eunhee was an expert on hiding her own expressions and feelings, as she wordlessly walked past them.

“Is there a reason why you didn’t want to take the next level with Jinyoung?” Haejin called out as she ran after Eunhee who was just about to go upstairs.

Turning towards her, Eunhee thinks for a while as she locked eyes with her.

“I didn’t want to ruin his career,”

If Eunhee could describe what is her biggest nightmare, this will be it.

Apparently her phone was bombarded with messages from Jinyoung, and she decided to ignore it since she was busy with her own duties and work.

It’s either he wanted to talk about his schedule or something that Eunhee wanted to avoid talking about it.

As much as Eunhee wanted to ignore her contact vibrating phone, she can’t help but to take a glance towards it, seeing messages from the other members of Got7.

She knew that it wasn’t life threatening since they didn’t call her, and why would they call Eunhee?

Their girlfriends are at her own shared home.

Eunhee shakes her head as she quickly shove her phone towards her blazer as she adjusted her pencil skirt, before exiting her office, going towards the next location of her meeting.

“This is the key to your house since you made a purchase of it, secondly the girls' passports and the flight tickets - and lastly, your badges that were custom made for the 7 of you!” One representative from the executives team handed out all the documents that the girls were supposed to be taking with them.

"When is the flight?" questioned Eunhee as she looked at the flight ticket.

“Next Monday!”

Eunhee's eyes widened as it was now Wednesday and they had less than a week left before they went abroad.

"That fast?" muttered Eunhee as both of them exited the meeting room.

“It will be better to start as soon as possible, who knows they will let you graduate earlier than the current date itself,” giggled the representative as Eunhee awkwardly chuckled.

“Ms Eunhee, you will be there for 4-5 months. Please take care of yourself there. Keep an eye on each other but at the same time, might as well enjoy yourself and not think of coming back. They say if you always count the days-

“I know, it will slowly pass by. Don't worry, we will have fun - on our own, ”answered Eunhee with a small smile and the representative chuckled while nodding, knowing the rich daughter wasn't fond of having fun. Bowing towards her, Eunhee exited the hallway, going towards the elevator section.

Eunhee sighed as soon as the elevator door closed.

She was lucky that their schedules were cleared for the week. She was rather happy for the girls since they could spend time with Got7 members individually.

Once the elevator door opened, Eunhee quickly exited the lobby with a huge sigh.

Her eyes were looking towards the lobby waiting area when her eyes landed onto someone.

She wanted to turn back, but it was too late because Jinyoung already had his eyes on her ever since she stepped out of the elevator.

Was Jinyoung mad? A little.

Was he pissed? Yes.

He wanted to run towards her, grabbing her arm as they exited the building that was full of guys.

He was bothered by the surroundings but strangely, he was bothered by how Eunhee dressed herself.

She was wearing a tight grey mini coat and a tight black pencil skirt, and her black clicking heels as she was making her way towards him.

Jinyoung can't help but not to lie, Eunhee is pretty. Even the staffs in JYPe said that Eunhee was the prettiest out of all the other 6 girls, not that Jinyoung is saying that the other girls were not good looking.

The staff in JYP describes her as gorgeous rather than pretty.

Sadly, Jinyoung could hear them talking about her, saying that she was nice to look at. Also hearing them, mainly the male staff, wanting to ask Eunhee out on a date and Jinyoung would always scoff at them.

Realizing his surroundings, Jinyoung was low-key glaring towards the men who were somehow checking Eunhee out, with no shame at all.

As soon as Eunhee was approaching him, Jinyoung quickly stood up.

“I didn't know you would be here,” muttered Eunhee and Jinyoung eyes landed on hers.

“You didn't reply to mine and the other members' calls, so here I am,” answered Jinyoung and Eunhee slightly looked around, knowing people were staring at them.

“I don't think this is the right place to talk,” mumbled Eunhee and Jinyoung can't help but to agree as he felt uncomfortable, knowing men were staring at them whenever they walked past them.

“Since the restriction order is gone, let's just talk at your house,” Jinyoung offered, and Eunhee was trying not to panic. She wanted to say no, but it was the opposite.

"Sure,"

“It must be important since you came all the way to the company building where you could just inform your manager and he will direct it to me,” voiced out Eunhee as she was making coffee for Jinyoung. He was just eyeing on her, watching her every move.

Jinyoung could only scoff, knowing Eunhee was playing that game just by hearing the tone of voice.

He knew her very well.

Jinyoung knew her too well, from her good and bad behaviors, and despite all of that, he fell for her for how many times he tried deny it and he knows that Eunhee was trying to deny her feelings for him, seeing her avoiding him as as well as the other Got7 members.

“Why do I have to tell my manager when I could just directly talk to you about it?” Jinyoung dead-panned and Eunhee instantly turned towards him, sliding the cup of coffee towards him with a piercing gauze.

"What is it, Jinyoung?" Eunhee mumbled softly, sighing a little as she sat across him.

"Why didn't you tell me that you are going abroad?"

For the first time, Eunhee could feel herself shutting down, it was as if her surroundings turned mute and she could only hear her own mind screaming.

Her eyes slowly looked towards him, and she gulped to see Jinyoung looking furious just by staring at his eyes.

“I didn't think it was necessary to tell you,” muttered Eunhee and Jinyoung's eyes widened twice.

“ What ? What did you say? ”

Jinyoung scoffed as he shook his head, in disbelief to hear her saying that way.

“I don't even know what to say - wasn't necessary ? Eunhee, you're my bodyguard! Of course I had to know! ” grumbled Jinyoung, and at this point, he was already mad.

It was the first time for Eunhee seeing him being this annoyed and frustrated.

For the times they were together, enjoying each others' company and just play-argue together, Eunhee discovered this is how Jinyoung looked like he was mad, annoyed and frustrated.

It's exactly the same of what his members describe to her when Jinyoung gets mad, frustrated and annoyed.

Eunhee quietly stared at him, and her eyes just went downcast.

"How long are you going to be there?"

“5 months,” Eunhee mumbled and Jinyoung's hand already formed into a fist as he quickly stood up from his seat, exiting the kitchen.

Eunhee frowns as she looks up to see his shadow passing by the kitchen entrance, as she quickly follows his footstep to see his back facing her.

Her attention turned towards his ears that turned red, and she could literally see his shoulder rising up and down.

Somehow, Eunhee felt bad but her feet automatically went towards him, standing beside him, as they were facing the pool, without uttering a word.

“Please just - hear me out on whatever I am going to say next,” said Jinyoung, his voice was soft compared to just now.

Eunhee agreed and Jinyoung slightly turned towards her.

“I started to like you ever since the day we opened up to each other, and we started to get to know each other and we hang out more, and I realized that I had a crush on you when some of the members like Bambam or Jackson hyung can't get their hands to themselves, yes they have someone now but back then - gosh , ”muttered Jinyoung as he groaned at the end.

“But what I didn't know is that it sticks with me and I finally realize that it wouldn't go away. It hurts me that you were trying to avoid me knowing that you grew feelings for me too, but you were trying to avoid it, ”

Eunhee could feel Jinyoung's piercing gauze, as she slowly turned towards him.

“I did that because - I just want you to focus on your career, I didn't want to disturb you or I didn't want to ruin--

Eunhee was cut off by hands grabbing her cheeks gently but firmly, and the next thing she see was Jinyoung's face inches away from her and feeling his soft plump lips on her own lips.

Her eyes widened, realizing the situation she was in and she decided to answer him by pressing her lips against his.

Jinyoung pulls away, his hands were still on both of her cheeks, eyes locking with each other.

“By kissing me back, I think we both know what is going to happen next,” mumbled Jinyoung and finally, Eunhee could let out a smile.

“Oh, and would you kindly tell me what's really going on since we are dating each other?” interrogate Jinyoung as he folds his arms, letting out a slight smirk.

It looks like she was going to be more preoccupied compared to before.

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amintyworld · 5 years ago

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Brothers - Sanders Sides Oneshot

Characters: Remus, Deceit (Daniel), Roman, Virgil, Logan, and Patton.

Summary: After Roman and Remus are separated, they find each other again.

TW: Seperation, overworking, self - worth/ self - esteem issues, bullying, slight trauma, sympathetic Remus, sympathetic Deceit

Hope you enjoy! I'm making a tag list so let me now if you'd like to be tagged and what for. Love you guys! -Minty

"No! No, don't take him!" Remus cried as a caretaker held him back tightly. "Please, don't take him away!"

"He wasn't adopted sweetie, I'm sorry."

"I'm not leaving without him!" Roman cried as he pushed off the caretaker and ran to his brother. Remus was stiff, tears going down his cheeks. Roman wiped them away, hugging him tightly.

"I love you, brother."

The caretaker grumbled. "I don't have time for this." She tightly grabbed his arm, and Roman was dragged away, crying.

That was the last time Remus had ever seen his brother. They were only four years old when Roman was adopted. For some reason, they didn't want him. It didn't seem like anybody did.

Remus bounced from Foster Home to Foster Home, leaving a trail of trouble behind him. Was it really his fault that Ms. Ruby didn't like spiders? Or that he thought rat poison would add a tangy flavor to soup?

Even though he kept trying to be a good kid, everyone told him he was anything but. He supposed that was why his brother was adopted. He wasn't such a troublemaker like him. He realized he'd never be good, so he stopped trying. What was the point if he'd always end up causing trouble?

That was until Daniel.

He was a kind man who never settled down, but always wanted kids. He had a birthmark that covered half his face, which always gave him quite the stares when he was out and about. He was a magician at the local club, as well as a waitress and plumber to get extra cash.

He'd already adopted a son - Virgil, and was looking for one more addition for their family to be complete.

Remus had already known how it was gonna go - he'd mess up so badly he'd be gone within a week or so, back on the road to find a home that didn't exist.

But that didn't happen.

He had wanted to make a cake for Virgil's birthday was coming up. Virgil was really nice to him, though he was mostly an anxious ball of energy about anything and everything, staying in his room most of the time.

When he was out running a small errand, Remus knew it was the perfect opportunity he needed. He put all the ingredients in the mixer and started it, when he saw the speed dial on the side. He thought if he could turn it up, he'd get the cake done faster! He turned it up to the highest setting, sending batter flying through the entire kitchen, covering everything.

"Remus, I said I'd help you bake the cake in a minute-" Daniel walked in and immediately looked around in shock.

"I'm sorry, I...I didn't mean to!" Remus sputtered, knowing his time with them was over. He expected him to storm off, or yell at him, but he didn't. He smiled.

"It's okay, Remus. Let me get the mop, we'll clean this up together and bake another cake. Sound good?"

Remus was adopted by Daniel a few months later, on his tenth birthday. It was the perfect birthday gift.

Remus, being a year older than Virgil, was awfully protective of his younger brother. When middle school bullies were messing with him, you better believe Remus gave them more than trouble for messing with his little brother.

When high school rolled around, Remus was your typical high school basket case - as he always said, 'I'm me, where else would I fit in?'

It was a typical Friday at Sanders High, Remus walking toward his locker after science class, where he mixed two chemicals together, out of curiosity, that emitted a stinky smell that drove the teacher half-mad. He laughed, remembering her putting on three fans and opening all the windows to find that the smell was still strong. He apologized of course, but he could tell Ms. Norris was still angry.

Angry enough to dish out detention, apparently.

He unlocked his locker and punched it open, knowing it was always stuck. He practically threw the binders inside, grabbing his lunch money and inspecting his reflection in the broken magnetic mirror on his locker door. His green fingerless leather gloves and spiked choker accessorized the rather drab ripped T-Shirt, jean shorts, and tights that were following the dress code. Students passing by gave him a look or two as his brother Virgil walked up to him. Remus turned to face him. "What's up, Virge?"

"Nothing much, Rem. Detention, as per usual today?" Virgil smiled in his patchwork hoodie, his eyeshadow covering the real bags under his eyes.

"You know it." Remus smiled.

"Just wanted to say I have tutoring, so I'll have to meet you at home." Virgil said.

"Oooh, who's the lucky guy?" Remus said, raising his eyebrows. Virgil scoffed.

"It's just some transfer, Rem. It's not a date, I barely know him!" Virgil said defensively.

"Alright, alright." Remus said. The bell rang loudly, ringing throughout the halls.

"I better go." Virgil said quickly, turning to run.

As he sped off, Remus called after him: "Tell Ms. Norris I said 'Hi!'"

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"Now, I hope you all have learned your lesson for today, and become model citizens moving forward." Assistant Principal Kingsley stated as he stood up. "Have a good day, and I'll see all of you Monday morning."

Student quickly filed out as Remus shouldered his bag. He smiled at the Principal as he walked out. "Nice hanging with you again, Kingsley! We should do this another time!"

Principal Kingsley sighed. "You gotta be more careful, Remus. This is the third time this week.

"I...I know." Remus said, leaning on the doorframe with a sad sigh before turning and walking home.

His keys clinked as he unlocked the door, entering the small house. He heard laughing from the second floor, his father napping on his chair. He must've gotten home from his second job. He sighed as he grabbed the blanket laid over the couch and draped it over his snoring father. He smiled at him with love.

He walked up the stairs, slowly to Virgil's room, he popped into the doorway. "Virge, I'm-"

The giggling stopped as Remus felt a stare bore into him as he entered the room. Virgil turned to Remus with a small grin. "Roman, this is my brother-"

"Remus…?"

The transfer was tall, with a ruby red knitted beanie as well as a simple T-Shirt and blue jeans like Remus. He noticed a gleaming yellow crown pin on his beanie, and smiled at that. He knew how to accessorize.

"Yes…? How do you know my name?" Remus asked nervously. "Did they tell you my famous rumors?" Remus laughed.

"Remus, you don't remember me? It's me, Roman."

Virgil looked back and forth between the two. "What's going on…?"

Roman. Why was that name sound so familiar?

"I've never seen you before in my life, sorry buddy." Remus said.

Roman looked at him. "I'd know that white streak anywhere, brother."

Remus looked at him, eyes narrowed. "Wait…"

Remus hid in their bedroom, pulling the covers up to hide himself. Roman could never find him now! He'll win hide and seek this time for sure!

The door creaked open and Remus covered his mouth before a giggle could escape.

Roman looked around the room, a grin spreading across his face as he noticed a small clump of white hair above a flat lump on the bed. He jumped on top of his brother. "Found you!"

Remus frowned as he sat up on the bed. "How?"

Roman smiled. "I'd recognize that white streak anywhere!" Roman laughed.

"R-roman?!" Remus exclaimed, taken aback. "A-after all these years...you...you're HERE."

"Remus?! Explain, please?!" Virgil exclaimed, thoroughly confused at this entire situation.

"Virgil, Roman's my twin brother. Back from the orphanage." Remus said. Virgil looked back and forth between the both of them. They seemed so different, but now that he was looking at them, they looked extremely similar.

"You never told me." Virgil said.

Remus rubbed the back of his neck. "I...I guess it slipped my mind. The orphanage...it was forever ago. It...it's sometimes something I want to forget."

Virgil hugged Remus tightly. "Guess we'll have to pick up fractals next Friday, then. I'll...I'll give you guys some space." Virgil left, closing the door behind him.

They talked for hours, about everything that happened in the past 12 years. Roman was adopted by Patton and Logan Sanders, who could only afford one kid to adopt. They had no idea they split the twins, and when Patton went back to adopt the other with the money they'd saved, Remus was gone. They didn't have many details, but they knew he either got adopted, or...he died.

Roman grow up in the town just next door to Sandersville, Greensburg. They were so close, yet so far away from each other. When Logan got a promotion for his job and they had to move, they moved close enough so he could attend Sanders High.

Roman said that the day they were separated never left his mind. He promised himself if Remus was still alive, he'd find him. Someway, somehow, he would.

Roman held out his arms and Remus rushed in for the hug, tears flowing down his face. "I...I thought I'd never see you again." Roman said. "I was so scared that something happened to you, Rem, I...I'm so happy you're okay. I love you, Rem."

Remus smiled as Roman's warm hug wrapped around him. "I love you too, Ro."

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alindakb · 5 years ago

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Letters to my Parents - Monday 30 Augustus 1993 - by Alinda

Monday 30 Augustus 1993

Dear mom and dad,

I can’t believe it’s only two more nights before I go back to Hogwarts for my third year. It’s the first time since starting that I’m really looking forward to it. I just know it’s going to be a good year. Draco and I are dating and I will join the Quidditch team. I’m going to be an athlete. Who would ever think that? Dad, did you play Quidditch? I wish I knew or knew someone who could tell me. At least this last month of the summer holiday has been good. Mr and Mrs Tonks already promised me that they would chat with headmaster Dumbledore if there is a way for me to spend more of my holidays with them. Draco’s mom and they both agree it’s unhealthy for me to stay with the Dursleys for long periods of time.

This Saturday Draco and his mother met Mrs Tonks and me in Diagon Alley to do all our shopping for this school year. I wrote to Hermione and she promised to come as well. Our first stop was Quality Quidditch Supplies. Draco had told me about the new broom that came out just two weeks ago: the Firebolt. We went to go take a look and had to manoeuvre around other people to take a good look at it. It’s a beautiful broom and has an acceleration of 150 miles an hour in ten seconds. The Irish International Side is going to use them this season. I wish I was bold enough to buy myself one, but my Nimbus 2001 is a perfectly good broom. Draco begged his mother for one. I’ve never seen Draco beg like that before. He really uses all his little tricks, teary pleading eyes, promises of studying hard and buying his mother the best Christmas present ever. It didn’t work though. His mother told him he just got a new broom last year that will be just fine. Draco was a bit cranky after that. But not for long after I pulled him into a little nook and give him a proper kiss, he was smiling again after that.

We both got new robes at Madam Malkin’s, standing next to each other while she fitted us. We had to laugh about how that is where we first met and how we both got the wrong idea about who the other is. Draco’s mom made sure that I got the same quality robes as Draco, they are way better than the ones I had last year. Not itchy at all. Draco’s mom also ordered some basic clothes for me at Madam Malkin’s, and she promised to send them to Hogwarts as soon as they are finished. Draco says I’m finally going to look sharp.

Next stop was Flourish and Blotts to get our new books. Here we met up with Hermione after Draco and I had words for the first time. I found out he added an extra class to his schedule, namely Care of Magical Creatures. The idiot did it because he knew I wanted to have all my classes with him. The fact that he’s terrified of Magical Creatures makes this the worst decision he ever made, even worse than ignoring me for almost an entire year. I told him he was stupid and he threw back that he did it for me. I don’t want him to do things like that for me. I know it is because he still worries about me. I think he’s still scared that if my life isn’t perfect I’ll do something stupid. I hate myself for giving him that fear.

The manager of Flourish and Blotts wasn’t happy that he had to get two more Monster Book of Monsters for Hermione and Draco. I found out that I already have it, it was Hagrid’s birthday present for me. The manager had to put on a pair of very thick gloves and used a large, knobbly walking stick to get the books out of their cage. He was happy that he only had to catch two and not three. All three of us also bought Unfogging the future for Divination and Draco got the books he needs for Ancient Ruins. Hermione had to buy so many books and she loved them. She’s taking Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Ancient Runes and Muggle Studies. Draco said that was impossible, but Hermione showed us her book list from Hogwarts and the books were really on there.

Off course we also had to get all the books for our standard subjects like Intermediate Transfiguration and The Standard Book of Spells Grade Three. When we got at the Tonks home after our shopping Draco spent the first hour going through the books, looking up things he finds interesting. He’s a nerd from time to time, he just doesn’t like it when I point that out.

We went to the Apothecary to replenish our store of potions ingredients. Draco helped us to pick the perfect ones, told me off when I just pick the ones on top without inspecting them. He loved helping me, hanging over me and touching all the time. Hermione wanted to know all about my troubles during the holidays with my family and was amazed I wasn’t expelled. I told her I was too, that for a little moment I was scared I would be sent to jail for what I did. This made Draco laugh, joking that it would make the news if the Boy Who Lived would be incarcerated. After that Draco asked Hermione how France was and she told us all about the interesting wizard history there.

Hermione had gotten money from her parents to get an early birthday present and she wanted to get an owl. She loves Hedwig and is always grateful she’s allowed to use her whenever she needs to, but she would like to have an owl of her own. So we went to a magical creature shop where we bumped into Ron and Neville. Ron was there to get his rat Scabbers checked over, said Egypt hadn’t agreed with him. The witch behind the counter was busy with another wizard so we waited. Draco moved very close to me, almost hiding behind my back when we looked at all the amazing creatures in the cages. There was a pair of enormous purple toads, a gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell and poisonous orange snails. Cages filled with owls and ravens was where Hermione took off to find herself an owl, Ron on her heels, chatting to her. Neville said that Ron wants to try to start dating Hermione again. But after today, I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.

Ron showed Scabbers to the witch at the counter while we looked at the owls. When he was busy a huge orange cat jumped on his head and then propelled itself, spitting madly, at Scabbers. Scabbers took off, fleeing out of the door and Ron and Neville chased after it. Hermione squealed and went to take a better look at the cat the witch had called Crookshanks. It was like she fell in love right there. Safe to say, she bought the cat and not an owl and of course that upset Ron. Ron called it a monster when they caught up with us again. And Hermione told him to shut up, said that Crookshanks was gorgeous. She was glowing and Draco and I had to suppress our laughter. Ron was replaced by a big orange cat that hates his rat.

After we did all our shopping we went to get some ice-cream at Florean Fortescue’s. Draco’s mom and Mrs Tonks went to sit at their own table, to chat and catch up. Draco is still surprised about that. He never really knew Mrs Tonks, who’s his aunt, because she was cast out of the family after she married a Muggle-born wizard. I like that somehow my little misdemeanour caused them reconnecting. Florean himself brought us our ice-creams and asked us about the coming school year. Hermione mentioned our essay about medieval witch burnings and she and Florean got into a discussion about that, giving me and Draco some time to just stare at each other and smile a lot. I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much before in my life. I like it.

We had dinner at the Leaky Cauldron. The five of us ate our way through five delicious courses. Draco’s mother was a bit hesitant to eat there, but Mrs Tonks promised her it was good food and that it was nice to not have to think about which fork to use. After dinner, we were all full and sleepy. Hermione her parents came to pick her up and the rest of used the floo to get back home. Draco is staying with at the moment. His father is off on some business trip and won’t notice that he’s not at home. His mother is also here at the Tonks. I think she really loves hanging out with her sister.

I must be honest, I never expected Draco’s mother to be as kind as she is. I don’t know why I thought she would be mean. Draco has a kind heart. He might like to hide it but deep down he’s the sweetest person I know. He must have gotten it from someone, and since his dad is a scary guy it’s not weird his mother is this nice. She keeps stroking her hand over Draco’s hair that is getting longer every day. It reaches his chin by now. I think it looks very good, the longer hair. I also like touching it, just like Draco’s mother.

But the main reason I wanted to write to you today is that I overheard Mr Tonks, Mrs Tonks, Nymphadora and Draco’s mother fighting. Mr Tonks said it made no sense not to tell me, that I have a right to know. But Mrs Tonks and Draco’s mother agreed that the trued would terrify me. Nymphadora said they had to stop treating me like a little kid. And Mr Tonks yelled it was for a reason why Dora had to come along to escort me to the train tomorrow, that I had the right to know that I might be in danger. Mrs Tonks yelled back that Sirius was a mad man and that there was no way he would get into Hogwarts. Dora then told them all that the ministry is no nearer to catching Black and that the man managed to escape from Azkaban, and that’s supposed to be impossible. Draco’s mother then said that Sirius wouldn’t dare to go to Hogwarts with Dumbledore there so that I would be safe. They went back and forth a little longer until they agreed that it was better I didn’t know that Sirius Black might want to kill me.

It scares me, dad, that this man might want to kill me. I don’t want to die anymore. I’m happy and I just want to have a fun year at Hogwarts with my friends and boyfriend. And why would this man want to kill me? Draco’s mother had said he used to be your friend. Well if he was a real friend he would never come after me, wouldn’t he? I wish you were here to tell me. I miss you.

Draco is hanging over my shoulder now, reading what I’ve just written down and I just want to lay in his arm for a while. I’ll write to you soon, tell you all about my new subjects and stuff.

Love you,

Harry James Potter

#letters to my parents #drarry #Harry Potter #Draco Malfoy #sirius black #narcissa malfoy #family tonks #diagon alley #hermione granger #ron weasley #first fight #AlindasStories

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Im tired. But I feel good today. Happy. But also looking forward to getting some rest.

I slept okay last night despite my kidney hurting. I felt annoyed to be awake when my alarm went off but i got up and got dressed and everything was all good. I felt cute. I made a bagel for breakfast. And then I headed out.

I was glad to not be biking in the rain. It was cool out today but not horrible. I got to the museum and got all ready for the day. Got my activities set up. And had my breakfast. Hung out with my coworkers. And soon enough my school was there!

They were a Montessori school from Arizona! They students planned the whole thing. So its really cool that they chose to come see us. And they were really fun and sweet. And because we finished my assembly line early I got to take them on a mini tour and suggest some baltimore things they should see. And then we fid the cannery and it was a blast. Just a really good museum morning.

I left there and headed to the bus stop. I got the bus no problem I only had to wait a couple minutes. And then I was at school. The bus driver was being weird so I got off stop early. But it was whatever. Only a couple extra blocks and it was fairly nice out. But I got to the school and I did everything I needed to do and I just chilled. It was nice.

Today was really good. I got the kids and the Heart Market was today so some of them got to get some free food. I got some bananas. We had some problems because our classroom door was locked we couldn't find anyone to unlock it. But eventually I did find someone we got in and it gets made art. Resource was pretty good. We had one big issue because the kids punched another kid a bunch defending his sister. I didn't see it happen but I heard about it later and it was a little distressing. I'm not positive I'm supposed to make like an incident report but I didn't see it and so I don't really know what happened. I have the kids sit out for a while and kind of work on his self soothing. It's not fun to hear one of my students cry but he needed to breathe and learn to work through his emotions. I'm trying to give my kids the tools to do that.

Dinner it's no big deal. My kids gave me a couple mozzarella sticks. And then we went to Art time.

I really love this coloring book project and I don't think that we could have done it any earlier in the year. It's really taking them this long to be able to do this kind of self-directed projects and I'm glad that these last couple ones we have set up or going to be doing that. It's really fun watching them drawing figure this out. Tomorrow we're going to be thinking all of things and then hopefully by Thursday will be finding them. If we have to go into Monday that's fine but ideally we'll be done Thursday afternoon. We'll see.

We had some issues because the kids were not listening when I was trying to explain to them something about the field trip going to be going on and then Chelsea got mad at them because they were talking over me. It was fine. They understood by the end of the day what was expected. And then they could just self lead doing vocab and it went really great and I'm glad that I can trust them to do that. I think we really have done a good job getting them to this place at the end of the year.

I lucked out and got the bus quickly and James was upset about some stuff at work so I said I was going to come by the theater. I was going to stop at McDonald's and so I got us french fries and walk over. I spent a little time at the box office with him and then I came home.

I work on my sculpture. I took some trash out which I almost never do. I had a snack. And then I took a shower. And now I'm just laying in bed. I have to get up because I have the back door open the Sun is going down and I don't want a rat to come into my apartment. James is going to come over soon and spend the night. But we both have early days tomorrow. I don't know if he has work in the morning but I do. Just a tour and a program. I'm hoping it'll just be an easy day. But then I have to quickly get to the school because we have a meeting at 12:30 though I really do not want to be late for but will probably be late for.

Hope you all sleep well tonight. Stay warm. Hope you're all comfortable. Good night

#ootd #work #kids #in progress #tuesday

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samdukewieland · 5 years ago

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Stuck Inside Media Diary Week 5

I realized the last movie I saw in theaters was Little Women for the third time. Then that got me thinking about how I ranked my Top whatever movies from last year and inconsequential ranking things is. It was probably the movie that makes me feel the best; it and Knives Out were the two movies I saw the most in a theater last year and they were both the ones that I get excited talking about with people. Good flicks, you should check ‘em out. (I also re-learned recently that Emma Stone was originally supposed to play Meg who was played by Emma Watson. Had this happened, my brain would’ve collapsed due to trying to figure out how to balance crushes on Greta Gerwig, Saoirse Ronan, Florence Pugh, Laura Dern and Emma Stone all in the same thing).

Sunday, April 19

Deliverance, Boorman 1972

On the one hand there is no real way to prepare you for how awful the assault on Ned Beatty and John Voight scene is as well as having me wonder if this was actually a Vietnam movie masked in something about the destruction of the natural world (maybe it’s both or just one). On the other hand, I thought it’d be funny to compare the characters to this to the characters in American Pie, but there’s no Stiffler or Jim’s Dad in this movie, so it doesn’t completely work.

Mad Men, “Long Weekend”, “Indian Summer”, “Nixon Vs. Kennedy”, “The Wheel” [season 1 finale]

There’s two things I’ll never forget the first time I ran through the first season of Mad Men: 1. Thinking “is Don even good at his job? I don’t think we’ve even seen this guy even really do his job yet, how did he become partner?” and then “The Wheel happens”. 2. I had let one of my favorite History teachers borrow my DVDs (this would happen again in my life when I later lent my English teacher The Wire when I was a senior two years later) and when he finished the first season he and I talked about what dumb-dumb idiots we were because we hadn’t figured out that Peggy was definitely pregnant and were surprised by this revelation, while his girlfriend at the time figured it out instantly.

Parks And Rec, “Greg Pikitis”, “Ron And Tammy”

That these two episodes were on back-to-back was probably the moment in the public consciousness that Parks was the real deal. How could you not; I watch “Greg Pikitis” every Halloween.

The Last Dance, Parts 1 & 2

I can’t remember the last thing I watched in real time on the tv. It’s very possible, though I don’t think so, that The Last Dance might be quarantine great and in real life very, very good. It doesn’t really matter, because this thing is just crazy fun to watch, as a person who was not able to watch Jordan basketball and sometimes thinks that Gen Xers gets way too [whatever that Spongebob meme is where you capitalize every other letter in a sentence] about Michael Jordan. The music cues are God-tier.

Joe Pera Talks With You, “Joe Pera Shows You Iron”, “Joe Pera Takes You To Breakfast”, “Joe Pera Takes You On A Fall Drive”

“Joe Pera Takes You To Breakfast” might be one of the funniest episodes of television I’ve seen in a long time. As someone who takes too much enjoyment in stream of consciousness humor, I might be too in the bag for this show. I certainly don’t know how to sell it to any of you, other than it might be the perfect counterpart to Review. That could just be that Joe Pera looks like an alt-universe Andy Daly or it could be that Forrest MacNeil could’ve, desperately, used a friend like Joe Pera if only just to see how they’d interact with each other.

Monday, April 20

Under The Silver Lake, Mitchell 2018 [as of now this is available on Prime]

I’m embarrassed that I caved into watching a stoner movie on 4/20, but I’m glad it was this. This weird, gross and beautifully shot weird little movie that really did some good work in reminding me that Andrew Garfield is good. People will argue that this broke his brain, when in reality it was those two embarrassing Spider-Man movies.

Joe Pera Talks With You, “Joe Pera Shows You How To Dance”, “Joe Pera Talks You Back To Sleep”, “Joe Pera Reads You The Church Announcements”

So “Church Announcements” was the first episode of this show that I had ever seen, because I had three different friends recommend it to me because I had posted something about “Baba O’Riley” very off-handedly, not even knowing this episode existed. It’s probably the purest expression of joy and one of the most sincerely happy things I might have ever seen. I love this show so much.

Tuesday, April 21

The Birdcage, Nichols 1996 [as of now this is available on Prime]

This is a good reminder that Nathan Lane is insanely talented and easily one of the most undervalued performers alive. I wanted to watch a Gene Hackman movie and this was available and it’s pretty good. Sometimes plays shouldn’t be turned into movies, that’s my take here-what do you want from me.

Better Call Saul, “Something Unforgivable”

Safe to say Saul’s got the belt. I was listening to Greenwald and Ryan the other night and someone had throughout a hypothetical to them that if they could would they want Gilligan and the gang to to remake Breaking Bad now, and have that (essentially) be the spin-off from Saul instead of vice-versa. That then got me thinking about if there’s ever been a property that’s taken place within the same universe that waited almost a season and a half to introduce the character (or thing) that connected the two things? There’s probably some kind of sci-fi or fantasy story that nerds would be eager to inform me of and it’s called 2une or something like that. Cool if so! If not, then no one steal my idea, this could be huge.

Joe Pera Talks With You, “Joe Pera Lights Up The Night with You”, “Joe Pera Talks to You About the Rat Wars of Alberta, Canada (1950–Present Day)”, “Joe Pera Answers Your Questions About Cold Weather” [Season 1 finale]

“Can you believe those jag-offs through a New Year’s Eve party with just one bottle of Disarooney” is something I just say out loud when I’m frustrated now. I stayed up until like 3AM last Tuesday wrapping up the first season.

Wednesday, April 22

The Stranger, Welles 1946 [as of now this is available on Netflix]

First Orson Welles movie. It was fine! I don’t really think it should’ve been an hour-and-a-half long, but I was also surprised that they were already making movies about Nazis escaping to the US in 1946, but I’m definitely not a historian and I’m sure a lot of things would surprise me about 1946. It’s also a public domain movie which is just kinda....weird and would probably piss off Orson Welles or maybe he’d be thrilled.

Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, Hughes 1986 [as of now this is available on Netflix]

Maybe the best use of a Beatles song in a movie that doesn’t star The Beatles? I used to go back and forth on whether or not I like this movie, because so many people do like it and I used to be loathe to conform to non-controversial opinions. But something I think that gets really overlooked is how well this movie is shot-Hughes had a real eye for framing and blocking. Or maybe people talk about this all the time and I just haven’t cared to ever listen or seek it out.

The Plot Against America, “Part 2″

Mad Men, [Season 2 premier] “For Those Who Think Young”, “Flight 1″

I had forgotten how GD disorienting this show can be when it goes out of its way to not tell you how much time has passed between each season (it’s like 15 months this time). That’s all I’ve got now, that and Duck Phillips: welcome back into my life, you sick son of a bitch.

Joe Pera Talks With You, [Season 2 premier] “Joe Pera Talks With You About Beans”, “Joe Pera Takes You On A Hike”

Thursday, April 23

Harold And Maude, Ashby 1971 [as of now this is available on Prime]

Another entry in the “I didn’t realize how many movies try to be this one” book. Really funny, and so shockingly dark, I can’t imagine how much people hated this when it first came out and how hard of a sell it would be to try and talk someone into seeing it. Probably what I liked most about it was how earned the sense of finding joy in life is in this movie, considering how cynical it is in depicting the fetishization guys tend to do with the notion of suicide. It’s quirky without being twee (if you want that, I guess go to Rushmore, a movie I adore, but definitely borrows heavily from this, something Anderson wouldn’t ever deny).

Mad Men, “The Benefactor”, “Three Sundays”

Harry Crane’s campaign to be the least liked person in Mad Men, you could argue, starts more-so here than it did in the finale of S1 when he cheats on his wife.

The Plot Against America, “Part 3″

I don’t think anything, Television-wise, has benefited less from the pandemic than TPAA. Of course it would happen to a David Simon show and maybe it’s a good thing, considering how the number of bad takes would greatly outweigh the number of good takes that would come about if there was some more attention on it.

Joe Pera Talks With You, “Joe Pera Waits With You”, “Joe Pera Guides You Through The Dark”

I can’t remember the last time I laughed as hard as I did when they started demonstrating the different hair styles you can get when getting your hair cut. These episodes have somehow gotten goofier than the first season and it’s, uh, really good.

Friday, April 24

Parks And Recreation, “The Camel”

Top Chef, Season 17 episode 6

Brooklyn Nine-Nine, “Lights Out”

Dan Goor & Luke Del Tredici is to Brooklyn Nine-Nine as Michael Schur & Aisha Muharrar was to Parks And Recreation.

The Beastie Boys Story, Jonze 2020 [available on AppleTV+]

As with any kind of retrospective, there’s a fair amount of yadda-yadda-ing and maybe not everything totally works with this live-documentary, but it’s so deeply Beastie Boys that I can’t help but just be so grateful that it exists. While it’s like a vaudeville symposium it is absolutely doubles as a love letter to a departed friend and immense talent. The worst thing that could happen is that it’ll just make you want to re-listen to the gods.

Mad Men, “The New Girl”, “Maidenform”

I just can’t believe that Chauncey exits the series the same episode that he enters.This was and still remains the turning point of Duck Phillips: terrible human (and kind of when he turns a little cartoonish).

Saturday, April 25

Parks And Recreation, “Hunting Trip”

Mad Men, “The Gold Violin”, “A Night To Remember”, “Six Month Leave”, “The Inheritance”, “The Jet Set”

Quite a run of episodes here for ole Mad Men here. Always love when they remind us that everyone really underestimates Ken Cosgrove (even himself). And as I was watching “Six Month Leave” it kind of hit me that this is an outlier episode of Mad Men. It’s so much of a whole that I find it hard to put one episode above another, but if I needed just an episode of Mad Men to watch at random like a year or so from now, this is one that would really stick out to me. A great farewell to a great Murray brother.

Bad Education, Finley 2019 [available on HBO Now/Go]

It sucks that HBO makes more bad movies than it does good, but when they’re good, man they’re really good. It hits some HBO movie bingo squares which are kind of eye-rolley to me, but all-in-all, this is a really outstanding little movie. It feels weird that it’s taken this long for Ray Romano to start carving out a character actor niche for himself, but I’m just happy we’re finally here! I saw someone compare it to or with Wolf Of Wall Street and as someone not from Long Island I feel confident in saying that they’re a helluva Long Island scum-bag (repetitive?) double feature.

The Plot Against America, “Part 4″

Was really hoping this was going to be the thing that made people remember that Winona is incredible and not Stranger Things, but that’d require like a dozen monkey’s paw wishes that I just don’t have. (What a world it’d be if The Plot Against America adaptation somehow eclipsed Stranger Things in terms of cultural significance) However badly I wanted that though, this has really been Zoe Kazan’s show-a quieter role than Anthony Boyle (who I am also just floored by) but more effective in how much internal processing she’s doing with this character.

Joe Pera Talks With You, “Joe Pera Takes You To The Grocery Store”, “Joe Pera Goes To Dave Wojcek’s Bachelor Party With You”

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isolated-loser · 5 years ago

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Log 0027, ??pm, 9-????-2019

Monday, the 23th. I when to school, was in math class toward, then end of class we had to go to the board to get "class participation," because showing up isn't good enough, for this fucking bitch, me having stood there, for like five minutes confused at, because I was on the wrong question, because she didn't have them labeled properly. Said something like, my fantastic teacher Miss, McBitchface(iusedherrealnamenotthat), what am I supposed to do, I'm as dumb as a fucking fence, I don't understand what I’m supposed to do with this. Then like a minute later, she say go sit down “I'll find you,” me none the wiser, thinking I might actually get some fucking help, stand there for a moment as someone, a nether student, tells me what I was doing wrong, i.e. that I was trying to do the wrong problem, then I go sit down.

The people sitting next to me, ask why I said that, me still none the wiser, think there referring to me saying I don't know what she wanted me to do. Then at the end if class, I grab my things cuss I need to get to my next class across campus, the teacher tell me I can't leave yet I say something about the fact I need to get to a class across campus, she says something, I say something, she say walk with me, then fucking grabs my arm, hard and pulls me out if the class room, down the hall 20ish feet, then starts chewing me out, I'm still now sure why, and she's all like you know what you did, and how interpret that is, and then she's like now I have to report you for that, and bla bla bla, something something, bla bla, this can be a warning, then she walks off. I had no fucking idea what I did, I was confused as hell. On the verge of crying, all I did was say, I didn't know what to do, so I'm in trouble because you a bad teacher now? I eventually, figure out it was because, I used a cuss word, at least I think that’s what it was. But this is college; everyone in here is an adult, most if which weren't even young adults So, I'm in trouble for using fowl language, in a room full of fucking adults. It's goddamn bullshit. I even forgot to sign the roll, so I didn't even get credit for being in the class that day.

I would have knocked this bitch on her fat saggy ass, for laying a finger on me. This pretentious motherfucking bitch, needs to get her shit set straight. Gods, all I could think about, most of the day after was how much I wanted to slash her tires; in a way that insurance wouldn't cover it. This shit, pretty much ruined the rest of that day. I was so fucking angry & frustrated. Then in writing comp, I was able to find out the paper, I thought I had due at 12am that morning, I have till then end of the week to complete. So that was a good thing.

Later, I went to the nerd shop, to run dnd. When okay. One of my players is going to split of and start his own table, which is good. Sad to see him go, but it's ok. It’s probably a good thing, honestly. I plan to tell whoever’s at my table, that I’m going to try to finish off my campaign the next few sessions. So I can start a new one.

Tuesday, the 24th. When to classes, really didn't want to go to math, that bitch put a bad taste in my mouth. But I didn't have much of a choice, had the test, left. Went to the cafeteria, studied for the history test I had no and hour and a half later, and worked on writing home work, then when to the history test. When I got the five minutes beforehand, I remembered I didn't have a blue book, I was all oh well, cus I thought it was for note to help you on the test, but no it was for the test itself so, couldn't finish the test. I was able to finish a little over half the test, so there's something, I guess.

After I left Queen invite me over so I when to her place, after having to fight with my mother about a doctor's appointment, I had for nothing I cared about.

When I got to Tess I hung out, did some more of that writing home work, watched an episode of Lucifer. That actually a really good show from the episode I watched anyway. Then my boy toy Witch boi, called me back and asked if I wanted to go with him to run errands. I was All like yah but I'm hanging with Queen, then queen was like he could pick you up here, then I told him. Then me and Queen watched more Lucifer, and I continue my homework till hottie got there, then I left with him.

Did a few things, then we got to a parking lot, and he started his have existential dread, I try to comfort him through that, not well. I hate seeing him like that I care about, his bitch ass, and I want to make it better, but I know I can't. I honestly think I might really love him. Which, is tripping me out. I don't like that I care about someone so much. It's strange. It makes me feel weak. But back to what I had be typing about.

Then we eventually got out of the car, cuss hot dying. And leaned, against the back of his car, where he pulled me into a leaning hug, it was so nice. I love being close to him, I was still all in that, what can I do to help him feel better type mood, but he apparently need some more physically affection, and I wasn't going to deny him that, I wanted to be giving him lots of physical affection, but I didn't want to make him feel trapped, uncomfortable, or like I'm trying to get in his pants. Because I know when I'm flipping out, I can be really iffy about touch.

We kissed a few times, he said I looked stunning in the light of the setting sun, but not in those words, then went in to Barnes and Noble, cuss he wanted to get the new magic books. Then we did a few more things. On the way to my home, witch boi, was have tripping over every little thing, I know that minor inconveniences, can trigger suppressed emotions. But I really don't like seeing him upset. It makes me upset. He shouted at one point, not at me, but that, I don't like that.

Wednesday, the 25th. It was alright, didn't do too, too, much. Started it of with a panic attack, Did my classes, got chewed out some by my bio teacher, but eh. Tried to help a dude I know, set up a game of vampire the masquerade. It was, what it was. Then I'd some math homework. And drew some, It's been a long while since I've had an urge to draw, that bad. So, I did. That's about it. Mood was low all day. When o I got in the car to go home I started having a nether panic attack, which was really not good.

During the ride I kept seeing in me brain, bad things. I was really mad at someone, I don't know why. Then I started saying really fucked up shit, and strangling them, then it flipped to where I was tarring open a type of dog and ripped its jaw bone from its skull, I could feel the blood. I didn't want to, I really didn't want to. It was flipping me out really hard, then my boyfriend, Witch boi texted me, being like hay, and I asked if I could call him in a few minutes, he responded so happy like. When I got home still flipping out really bad, I called and he tried to comfort me. He was so patient, and caring, gods, I don't deserve him. After a while I eventually calmed down, and we talked normal then eventually end the call everything seem ok. He told me to call him later, if I needed him. Then I went and did my nightly-s, still a little messed up, feeling bad for making him have to deal with that.

Thrsday, the 26th. It was a day. I didn't go to school. When to planned Parenthood to do the pre appointment to get an IUD. Then when I got there come to find out it wasn't a pre appointment, it was a lugit appointment to get the IUD. I was supposed as f. I sure as hell wasn't going to say no, cus that was the untire reason I made the original appointment. So I sat my happy ass down got it done. It wasn't plesint. It frankly sucked, but I was prepared for to yo be a lot worst. There were cramps but I got through it. Then I skeguled an otrasoned, to check it later. Then left, checked out the local spirit shop. The when to the nerd shop for DND. Started cramping badly about 2 hours after I got to the shop. Tryed to play I honestly wasn't that activity during the game everyone felt bad for me which sucks, but I was weak and putetick. On and of crying the whole game. Got a ride home with eyebrows. When I got home, I did my shit. Witch boi texted me, then we texted back in forth for a few, he was feeling not ok and need to call me, he didn't say such I could just tell, so seid if he need to call me he could and then he did, and we talked. So he doesn't want to effect me with his mental health, like that's even a fucking facter. Like God damnit. I fucking love this fool and he's worried about fucking up my mental health, my mental health is already shit it would be really hard to fuck up my metal health further than it already is. Gods I don't know.

Friday, the 27th. It was a day I couldn't get much sleep, and was still cramping, so I didn't go to class. Went to little wars, hung with Rat, played magic. I played 3 games, one on one with rat, that I won with 3070 1/1 rat tokens, that made my rat colunys super beefy, second me Rat and a nether dude, who killed killed me , then the last one where it was me Rat that other did & eyebrows, where me and eyebrows ended up being the last tow players eye brows fucking recked my rats, but I had fun. I would have played a few more games but the cramps were getting to bad so I when out side for a bit, then came back in, then back out, then back in. Witch boi then showed up, we went outside and talked for a while. It got emotional, and shit. His friends told him that that think that his relationship with me is to much for him right now, and he wasn't sure if that were right and shit. And we talked about that for a few hours, in which we almost bruck up. I hate that I let myself love him. We were seconds from it I should have just let it happen seve us both the fucking pain later. I've fucked up. Letting my self fall for him. I knew it was going to end like this. I knew I was driving myself over. I just knew. But I fucking did it enyway. I always fuck myself over

Saterday the 28th witch boi and I broke up.

A text to witch boi, form Sunday the 29th

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I feel like shit. Physically. Mentally. That's to be expected. I woke up having a panic attack, where I was shacking so hard I couldn't breath, desperate for anyone. I've cycled through, panic attacks, numbness, crying, over & over today. Why, I'm telling you this. I know, I shouldn't be, since we're not a thing. It's not going to fix this. It can't change what is, what happened. It's pointless. I guess it's just some bullshit attempt to make myself feel better, that isn't going to work. I shouldn't send this, but I am. I can't make it any worse, or maybe I can, but what difference would it make it all shaddered anyway. I'm not ok. I don't want to be. I would not have gotten here if I was. I would not be what I am. I'll take the ride as dangerous as it maybe. As desperately as I need you. It will fade. Everything dose. Days will pass the love will turn into hate before fading to indifference. As much as I wish the past days never happened, that everything was like before, they did, there real. Touchable. It can't be how it was. I let you see my black. I knew it was going to happen. The day before was a drop of water to start a title wave of nothing. I scared you. It hurts that I did. I didn't want that. I can't change it. I have my bad. I always will. Its not an option. I can't change it out. Even if I could I wouldn't. I never wanted it to end like that. I didn't want it to end at all. But it doesn't matter now. I don't think it ever really did. I wanted this to work. I really did. But I broke it. I'm sure I could continue over all my missteps, but I'm not. There's no point in it.

Here's a wall of text don't bother reading it, it does nothing

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Yeah it was a start time. I’m going to start logging aging. So bla bla bla. will post new up date tomorrow or next day.

Signing Off…

Favorite song today: N/a

Mood: Mostly lows

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