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dyke-remy · 3 years

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Live And Let Die, part 3

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Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Cw: Described assasination

Words: 3832

The sun had just about risen when the agents woke up. It was the morning after the mission and they were laying cuddled up in the hotel bed. Remus had plopped himself on top of Remy and wrapped his arms around them like usual. He said it was to snuggle while they slept but it was really so that he could act as a human shield for them even in sleep.

"g'mornin my dear dead heart of min-" Remus began to mumble out but Remy placed a finger over his mouth to shut him up.

He laid still and listened. The sound of someone opening the door to the hotel room could be heard followed by quiet steps. The agents glanced at each other. From the angle Remy was laying at they couldn't see much except for the ceiling and their husband's face. Remus slowly moved his hand under the pillow and grabbed the knife he'd hidden under it just in case.

The footsteps continued until they stopped by the side of the bed. Out of the corner of his eye Remus saw the person move making his instincts go off. In one swift motion he'd turned around to press the knife against the enemy's neck.

"What a charming greeting 008" Q also known as Logan muttered out. He eyed the knife held against his neck with an unimpressed look on his face. He had a black briefcase with him.

"Q!!!" Both of the Rems let out a happy exclaim.

"You should have said you were coming!" Remy said while sitting up in the bed.

"That's what she said" Remus added.

"I wasn't going to but then I figured it would be for the best if this mission got another step"

Remus moved the blanket aside and patted the spot between the two Rems "Cuddle up motherfucker!"

"008 please put some pants on. I've seen That thing enough for a lifetime" Q stated before sitting down in the middle.

The Rems promptly latched onto him. Hugging him. Remy ran their hand through his pressed down curly hair. Remus nibbled kisses by the start of his neck.

"So 008, you said in your report from yesterday that the man who held the real copy of the keys to Picani's room was named Ron Stewart correct?"

"Yeah"

"Well I discovered that he is on a train today towards Lithuania along with cargo for his company. His company is stated as an electricity manufacturer but it didnt take a lot of research to find he also has ties to something else. I am not sure of what yet but it is earning him a lot of income. For your information Picani's mission before he was killed was to find solid evidence of what this side business was"

Remy held back a wince at the mention of Picani "Aight easy. We get on the train. I Kill him. We figure out like what the fuck he's up to and like revenge Emile. Piece of cake" Remus nodded along.

"Yes well" Q opened the briefcase "In other news I took a few gadgets with me to aid you" He took out a pair of black high heels and handed them to Remy "Same function as always. Black like you requested"

"It's 'cause black tots goes with like anything"

A small box, not bigger than a thumb, was up next. Q opened it slightly to show white pills inside before giving it to Remy "I've tried to make it so the taste of poison is even less subtle"

The enby got a sinister smile on their face "They won't know what hit them!"

Remus dragged in Logan's sleeve "Me time!! I want gadgets too!!!"

Q nodded before taking out a long thin black straw and gave it to the duke "Be careful. Please! This is your 7th laser so don't break it. It's not a knife. It's not a stick. It's a laser. It heats things up. It doesn't cut through things. It heats them up. Please I don't want to have to make another one"

The duke looked at it with a giddy smile before looking up. A few moments of silence went by before his smile disappeared "That's all? I only get 1 gadget???? Rem got 2! You're playing favorites just 'cause you fuck them!"

"No. I am playing favorites because they don't break their gadgets!........But I do actually have another gadget for the both of you"

Q took out 2 pens and several coins. He sat the coin as far away on the blanket as he could. He pressed down on a specfic point on it before leaning back and pressing the pen up and down 5 times. The coin exploded leaving a hole in the blanket. The Rems let out oooohs and ahhhhs in response.

"Explosives. Each coin causes 1 explosion. Right now I'll give you 20 to use but you can always request more. Oh and 008" He took out 2 packages of pills "You forgot you stimulants" It was to help him focus better, his lil autistic rat brain wasn't good at that "And antidepressants at the base again so I thought I'd bring them to you"

"Aww thanks Q. How caring!"

"No problem. As your quartermaster I must care for you after all. INcluding caring for your mental health. Well I wish you good luck on your mission"

The Rems glanced at each other before sending Q puppy eyes. "You can wish us good luck better than that can't you?"

Logan let out an amused sigh and rolled his eyes before nodding. He gave Remus a kiss on the lips before doing the same to Remy. He was aro and didn't see kissing as a serious thing, neither did the Rems. The kissing before missions was just a nice tradition.

Remy traced their finger over their lips "I already have a feeling this mission will go splendid"

3 hours later Remy was sitting by a luxurious vanity in front of a mirror. They were meticulously filling in their lips with cheery red lipstick. Remus came up from behind and put his hands on their shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to their cheek.

The enby took the blade laying on the vanity and held it up to his face "Dear if you kiss me now you'll ruin my make up and I will have to kill you for that"

"Sounds like a sweet death" He teased in return.

"If I wanted to make it a sweet one I would"

Remus glanced around at the make up products while putting on an overly extra pout "Why can't I ever get to be the lady???"

"Hun you have a giant caterpillar on your upper lip and it is the bane of my existance. If you could just let me shave it off-"

The duke gasped and covered his precious mustache with his hands "NEVER!!!"

" Well it would make disguising you much easier. If some baddie sees you once they're gonna remember that nasty ass muschie for like months! And secondly you don't really have like the right bone structure. Like girl you would look like the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen but you wouldn't look like the kind of gal these dirtbags want y'know?"

"I know"

Remy leaned their head against his chest and smiled up at him. "When we get home I can make you look nice and pretty kay? I'll evem lend you my fav mini skirts...As long as your dumptruck ass doesn't destroy them"

Remus grinned and let out a giddy laugh "OHOHOHOH let's get these bitches killed so we can get home PLEase!!"

After another half hour Remy was ready to go. They'd hidden a blade on their left thigh and stuck the box of pills on the side of their underwear. Remus took them by the arm and they walked out into the hallway of the train. They looked around various mini suites before coming out into a bigger cart. The bar.

Blue satin sheets framed the windows. Sunlight strimmed in onto dark wooden tables with comfortable seats surrounding them. The bar was ornate and it's menu was filled with expensive cocktails.

The enby bumped their elbow into their husband's ribs before pointing over to a booth in the corner. There Ron Stewart sat alone with a bowl of olives and a beer.

Remus mumbled a quiet 'you got this' before letting go off their arm. He sat down by the bar at such an angle so he could watch Stewart without it being noticeable. He ordered a glass of water and began to sprinkle copious amount of salt and pepper into it as he watched Remy go up to Stewart. Their body language was completely different. He overheard something about coincidences and seeing him at the casino. It didn't take long until Stewart had moved so Remy could sit down next to him.

The duke let out a content sigh and looked out the window. It was in quiet moments like these, while waiting for his spouse to do what they did best, that he admired them more than ever. All he could do was sit and think about how much he loved them. How he loved Every part of them. Thinking and thinking until it felt like his heart would burst.

It wasn't until someone bumped into him he got out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Remy leaning on the bar.

"Vodka martini. Shaken not stirred please" Remy ordered.

Remus poked his elbow into their ribs plafully "Dork. Using my dad's catchphrase like that" He teased with a smirk.

They rolled their eyes at him before adding "And you can place a bottle of champange in suite 17!"

While the bartender worked on it the enby sat down next to Remus. They looked in the other direction while speaking so Stewart wouldn't notice.

"He's involved in human trafficking. That's where his like money comes from. Was supa easy to get it out of him. Dirty bastard. Didn't get what is in the cargo but he joked that it wasn't human at least"

"Okay good!" Remus exclaimed "So we go to the cargo see whats up. And then when we're done we can go back and arrest Stewart when we're done. Easy peasy pumpkin pie motherfucker"

Remy dug their nails down into the table so hard it left marks "Nah I'm murdering him now"

Remus opened his mouth before closing it again and thinking. He decided the wise and only choice was to support his spouse in their killing ways "Okay yeah sure. Have fun. If you're not back in 15 minutes I'll assume something has gone wrong and will come help"

They sent him a small smile "Thanks babe"

They downed the martini in one sweep and took a deep breathe before putting on their fake smile again. They went back to Stewart. All it took was a few flirty comments while leaning close to him to get him to walk with them to his room. Like a lamb blissfully going to the slaughter.

The champagne had been set on the bedside table in a bucket of ice like they'd requested. Stewart sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to him. Remy obediently sat down. A taste of nausea filled their mouth when he placed his hand on their inner thigh. But they kept their facade of liking it up. Kept it up even as he whispered what he wanted to do with them into their ear and pressed kisses to their neck.

Remy leaned away when he tried to go for a kiss on the mouth "Shall I get the champange Dear?"

He eagerly nodded in return. They got up and made sure to move slow. They cast a look back at him while moving their dress up up to their right hip, just enough so a bit of their underwear showed. They ran their hand under their underwear line feeling where the small box they'd hidden laid. The box with poisonous pills in it.

They kept their expression the same as they caught hold of the box and in one smooth motion hid it under their bracelet. They kept their dress up as they poured up the champange. Out of the corner of their eye they could see Stewart only looking at their thighs so they took the opppurtunity to let a single white pill go down into one of the drinks.

It dispersed in the drink in under a second. They made a mental note to give Q an extra kiss for his excellent job the next time they saw him. They gave the glass to him before sitting down to straddle his lap.

"Cheers" Remy said.

"Cheers baby"

Their smile widened as they watched him drink. They waited until he'd emptied the glass before smashing their own glass against his skull. Stewart barely had time to let out a yell before they'd pushed him down with his back against the bed. They laid their weight on hips to keep him down while forcing his arms over his head.

"What are you-" Stewart didn't finish his sentence. He let out a strange sound as his face began to turn red. The poison was setting in.

Remy took the blade from their thigh and held it up to his neck. Close enough to let out droplets of blood but not close enough to cut him open.

"When I got home after staying out all night for the first time my moms cried of relief because they were sure I'd been taken by human traffickers working for the likes of you. I've had friends go missing just 'cause people like you think no one will notice if a homeless person disappears" They growled out.

"I will-" He forced out.

"Honey you won't do shit" Remy interrupted. They let out a cold chuckle "You'll lay there and wait to see if the poison or-" They cut the knife into his neck with such precision it hit the veins just enough to open them, like they'd done a hundred times before "the blood loss kills you first"

Stewart couldn't say anything more. He was choking on air and blood at the same time. The white satin sheets turned red as Remy sat still and watched every slight change in his expression. It went from anger to a pained one to complete fear of death.

His legs kicked to instinctively try and get Remy off and his hands flailed around his neck to try and stop the bleeding but it was to no avail. Soon his limbs stopped moving and the desperate sounds he'd been letting out quieted. Before finally his eyes became glossy and he stopped blinking. The blood had stopped dripping out.

"Blood loss huh" Remy said to of course no answer.

They stood up and hid the blade under their dress again. They let out an annoyed groan when they noticed blood stains on the dress. They'd liked this one! They searched around the room for anything useful.

In the drawer of the nightstand they found a key card to the cargo section of the train. They gave themself a pat on the back and was about to leave when they saw a document that had laid next to the key. They stuffed it down their top to keep it for later. Q was usually the one who told them if a document was important or not.

Remus shone up into a big goofy grin when he saw his spouse return. He held himself back from giving them a big long kiss. They took his hand, intertwined their fingers, and pulled him along to the small passage leading up to the cargo parts of the train.

There was a thick metal door stopping them from entering the cargo part. With a triumphant smirk Remy pulled out the key card and unlocked out while Remus gave them a small round of applause.

008 kept his gun ready in his hand as he entered the first cargo train with 009 right behind him. There were 2 guards who both immediately reached for their guns. Remus shot one of them at the same time Remy threw their blade into the neck of the other.

The couple high fived. Remy was using the new gadget high heels Q had given them. They took the heels off so the high heel turned into a normal shoe, it somewhat looked like a ballet shoe. Inside the heels 2 more blades were hidden.

The train was empty aside from a few meaningless boxes but there were one more cargo cart to look through. "How about I stay here and make sure no like bitches come at you from this side and you continue to the rest of the like cargo?" Remy suggested.

"Sounds like a plan!"

Remus pressed a kiss to the top of their forehead before quickly continuing on to the small outside part connecting the two carts. Remy closed the door behind him.

He pressed his ear against the door to the next cart. There were footsteps coming from the other side. He rolled up his sleeves before jumping up and just about grabbing on to the edge of the cart's roof. With a strained groan he heaved himself up. The wind nearly knocked him over as soon as he stood up. It was the last cart so whatever was important in the cargo section had to be in there.

The roof was made out of metal. Remus took out the black laser. He was careful to not point it at himself as he moved it against the roof. When he turned it a spark went off before it's cold blue almost fire looking laser burried down into the roof.

Slowly the metal began to melt. He moved it just as slowly around in a square motion. Until it had melted enough that he was able to move it. He made sure the laser created a small hole, just about to press a few fingers in, before turning it off. He covered his hands in the fabric of his shirt and let out a grunt as he grabbed onto the hole in the metal and moved it until a small opening down into the carriage had been made.

He peered down and like he'd suspected there were at least 10 guards inside. All of them were heavily armed. There was no way Remus would be able to take them all.

Luckily he didn't have to. He took one of the explosive coins and clicked on it before dropping it down into the carriage. He didn't even give the guards a chance to react before detonating it.

No more sounds came from inside the carraige. Remus dropped down from the roof and opened the door. The guards laid still on the ground. He checked their pulses. It was going slow and unsteady so they wouldn't be waking up soon (aka in several days probably).

There wasn't much in the carriage. A few box filled with guns and ammunition littered the wooden floor but aside from that all there was was a metal box in the corner. It was big enough to fit a human if they hunched down. It was thick enough that he doubted even one of the explosives would get it open. He tried the key to open it but it didn't work.

"What the fuck" He mumbled to himself.

On the sides and top of the box things were engraved. He was unsure if it'd been engraved a knife or...teeth.....somehow. The same sentences were written over and over.

Remus tried to read it but all the words swirled around and changed places. He hit his hands against his head and tried to concentrate. Usually Remy read things for him when on missions (and when home too honestly), and before he had them he had.....He had.....

He despised his dyslexia so much. Sensory overload could be avoided by Q ordering clothes with the exact textures he could handle and making him earpieces that filtered out just enough sound so he wouldn't panic. People didn't notice his lack of eye contact and fumbling with social cues and voice tones as long as he was looked normal. But there was no way to get around his dyslexia.

It took (in his opinion) an embarrassing amount of time before he was able to piece the words together. But when he finally did his body went cold.

Targets: 0̶0̶5̶ 0̶0̶1̶2̶ 009 008 - Remus Smythe

They knew his name. They knew his name.

Remus felt nauseous. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it. How the fuck did they even know that. What more did they know?? He was used to people knowing his name as Remus Smythe the son of Octavia Smythe. But not as Remus smythe the 008 agent.

He knew his mom could defend herself. All of the women, his caregivers, on the floating palace could. but still. At least they didn't know Remy's name. At least- At least- They were after them though! They specifically wanted to murder the love of his life.

Sure people had been trying to kill them before. Many a times. But he and Remy had known the two of them were strong enough to proctect themself. But....but....these people had killed Picani. Emile Picani! They could- they would-

He took a step back. Logically he should figure out a way to open the box. That was why he has here wasn't it? But he had to make sure Remy was okay. Had to-

He turned around and quickly went towards the door. He stopped midstep as he heard something metal-like crash under his foot. He looked down and realized he'd stepped on a dogtag one of the guards had been holding.

The metal plate was cold in Remus' hand as he tried to read it. His eyes widened. He didn't have to struggle to make the words out. He would always be able to recognize that name in an instant.

His hand shook as he forced the dogtag down into his pocket. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He stumbled out from the carriage before throwing the door open to the next one. He was hyperventilating as he collapsed onto his knees. He looked up through tears at the blurry sight of Remy.

They'd been sitting on a box cleaning one of their blades while using the bodies of the guards they'd killed as a footstool. When they saw their husband they quickly went over and sat down in front of him. They moved their arms around his shoulders while checking for injuries.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"R-remy" He cried out. He hugged them as tight as he could and slumped his head against their chest. Uneven sobs racked his body.

"It's okay. It's okay babe. Shhh. Breathe for me" They moved their hand through his hair to soothe him "Just follow my breathing"

"You c-can't be hu-hurt"

"I'm not. I promise. You always take my injuries for me like an idiot. I'm 100% okay"

"It's- They- He-"

With a shaky hand he took out the dogtag from his pocket. It felt like the name engraved on it burned into his skin. Remy held onto his hand.

"What- who's tag is that?"

Remus glanced up at them with tear filled eyes "The f-former 009. Roman"

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gotmeringinghellsbells · 4 years

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Love and Care

Fandom: Pokemon

Characters: Leon, Raihan

A/N: This is an AU leading up to my pokemon story, just a heads up. After loosing the title of champion, Leon takes up a new position as chairman. Raihan is still a gym leader.

Description: After loosing his position as champion and becoming the chairman, Leon has been working himself into the ground. It's starting to worry his loved ones who only want to see him healthy.

Leon sighed as he felt a familiar presence enter the room. "What do you need Rai? I'm in the middle of something important." The chairman looked over the paper he'd just been studying before marking off where he left off.

"Well that's some way to greet your loving, handsome, amazing husband," the other teased as he walked around the desk to pull the shorted into a small, awkward hug; and kiss the purple fluff.

"It is when I'm busy. What brings you by," Leon asked, sounding somewhat exhausted. He didnt move away when the other stood up straight; leaning more in Raihan's side. "Break."Leon nodded before sitting up. Break huh? Sounded nice but he was pretty busy. Ontop of his normal duties his brother was stopping by with new research soon.

"Maybe you could feed Charizard for me then?" Said Charizard was curled up in the sun that shown through the window. It was rather big to just have in the office, but the aging babe didn't mind. It was almost the only time it got alone, or at all, with Leon anymore.

Raihan blinked before sighing. "Yeah," he said before starting over towards the familiar pokemon. "Hey bud, you up?" Charizard slowly opened an eye, being fully awake since the loud one entered the room. As the taller went to feed the former Champion's prized not so small smol, Leon looked over his work again.

The budgeting was something for someone else to worry about but he didn't want to bother them with fees and charges that could be totally unessicary; but he also had other things to be looking at right now.

He could have hired someone else for this, but this was his job. He wasn't just going to sit around all day like the last chairman and leave most of this to an assistant. Perfect teeth started to gently gnaw on the end of a pen as the purple haired male thought out his priorities.

"Okay, Charizard's been fed. Your turn." The words didn't register to the smaller as he was in deep thought. Raihan sighed before reaching over the desk and gently lifting the other's head. "Leon." Golden eyes were a bit wide as reality came in once more.

He looked adoreable! Man, Raihan wished he could just keep the other home for a day and cuddle him. Gently removing the pen from his husband's mouth, he set it on the desk. "How about something actually edible. My treat."

Leon paused. It would be a nice break, and get him some fresh air. But.... could he really afford the break? There wasn't too much on his desk but he wanted everything done.... now. Eventually, the former champion shook his head. "I'm alright."

Raihan's face fell slightly, looking a bit shocked from the rejection. He turned to Charizard who merely huffed out a sigh and curled up once more. Leon hadn't spent much time with it lately, being too consumed in work.

Frankly, Raihan knew how it felt. Yes, a pokemon's bond with it's trainer is probably stronger than that of someone in a romantic relationship with it's trainer but still; despite his own pokemon, Raihan was rather lonely.

"Lee, you need a break." Leon hummed as a reply, blantently ignoring his husband. "Yep," followed after, queuing that he wasn't listening. The dragon tamer huffed a bit before moving around the back of the desk; parting the ever growing purple, thick jungle.

Leon shivered gently from pleasure from the hair play, trying to stay focused on his work despite the nice feeling. Raihan smiled softly, deciding to hold back on a massage for now.

Surprisingly gentle fingers combed and parted through the hair, earning more shudders and small sighs as he went. These were pleasant, small rewards that would hopefully lead to the biggest of all; a relaxed Leon.

"Raihan, come on," Leon sighed. He was getting distracted from the feeling and loosing track of his work. "Alright, alright. How about this?" Loving hands took to familiar shoulders, thumbs behind the base of the neck.

Leon gasped before melting gently at the touch, eyes closing as his back straightened. He'd been so tense for such a long time. "Ah, R...Rai, can't work.... like this." Charizard glanced over from the gasp that had left it's trainer, now just watching in curiosity.

It had seen all these actions before between the two, and had felt some as well. Raihan had given the flying and fire type massages since it was a Charmander, just to help it grow big and strong. Or at least, that's what Leon had said.

But Leon was strong, was Raihan trying to make him grow bigger? The big bab couldn't quite understand. "Babe your stiff as hell. How can you work like this?" Leon moaned softly again as his husband started to move down to his shoulder blades.

"Rai," he huffed. He had things to do! "Work through it. Come on former champion, you can do it." Raihan didn't bother to sound teasing. He was invested and getting all the knots and tension out of the other.

Leon mentally sighed before grabbing the paper he was working with and looking it over as his husband continued to form and squeeze at his torso. It took forever, but he finally managed to complete the one page.

Setting it down, he went to reach for the next before being stopped. "Mind sitting on the desk?" Leon paused before looking at him in confusion. "What for?" Raihan pointed to his legs. "Massage." He was sweet, but Leon shook his head. "Go get lunch Rai. I have to do this."

He didn't bother waiting for a reaction, he simply continued his work. Raihan sighed before walking around the desk like a energized kid and just piling the done and not done bins neater. He organized the few books Leon had to look over before looking back to Leon.

"All right," he said finally giving in. "I get lunch, bring it back here. You have some nice bonding time with your husband and Charizard, and then I'll let you work in peace.... until dinner. Then I'm forcing you home this time." Leon chuckled, glancing up from his work again.

Such a workaholic. Sure, Raihan should have seen that before; but most trainers were workaholics in a way. But Leon didn't drop that determination for success when he lost his title and started a more stable job.

Sure, as The Champion, he recived quite the income; but most was for sponsorships. This was a steady income and though it wasn't as much as he used to get.... it was steady. He enjoyed what he was doing and there was no tearing him from it; though Raihan would love to.

"We'll see," he hummed before looking back to his work. Charizard slowly got up before walking over to him for some love. Leon gently pet the scaly head, still not looking away from his work. Riahan sighed, this was going to call for desperate measures.

Entering the office once more, Raihan was practically shinning from how big his smile was. But.... maybe it was more of an evil grin. He held two paper bags in his arms, one containing lunch, and the other a few toys.

Most were for pokemon, yes, but others he had different intentions for. "Rai," Leon huffed upon seeing the two, large bags. "Thought you said you were getting lunch." The dragon tamer placed a bag infront of his husband.

"Your sandwhich and sides my love. As for you Charizard." He reached in the food bag and pulled out a few treats. Raihan had fallen into a habit of spoiling their pokemon rotten. Granted, he'd always spoiled them but it was just getting worse as they aged; and they weren't even in their mid twenties just yet.

Leon sighed but said nothing as his first pokemon took the offerings and went back to it's sunny floor spot. "What's in the other bag, dare I ask." Rajhan smirked before kissing his husband softly on the forehead and moving the bag aside.

"Toys for the pokemon." Leon huffed before shaking his head. "Rai they have seperate chests of toys for themselves that are all overflowing." The other shrugged. "And? They deserve it. Look how long they've been battling at our sides. We can't give them a vacation so giving then distractions is good."

Leon couldn't fully argue with that. He finished the last form on his desk before looking at the books and sighing. Could start now or eat first. The choice was made for him as the dragon tamer started placing his lunch infront of him.

He even put the straw in Leon's drink for him. The purple haired male laughed a bit before just smiling. He looked so exhausted. "Thanks, I appreciate it." Pulling up a chair beside the other, Raihan nodded. "Have to make sure you eat. Could get lost looking for the food place."

Leon rolled his eyes before gently pinching the other's side, earning a small squeak. "Hey! Is that how you thank your loving husband after he got you food. Huh?" Leon quickly fell into a small fit of giggles as fingers gently tickled his closer side.

"Hehehehe! Yhehehes!" He moved away from the other, rubbing the already forming tears from his eyes. That right there really showed how exhausted he was. Raihan let him eat in peace, quietly just eatting beside him.

When they finished, Leon looked just about ready to fall asleep. "If you want, I can see what I can do here and you can go rest on your couch," the taller offered softly as he started to collect the garbage. Leon shook his head. There wasn't much for the other to do, that he could be able to do.

"I'm alright. Besides, Hop is coming in soon with work I have to be a part of." "So isn't that more inventive to nap?" Maybe it was. "Rai.... I have too much to do to nap." The other made a face before gently lifting his husband off the wheeled chair.

"Yeah well, your also to busy to get enough sleep at night so, suffer." He gently laid Leon down on the small, office couch. Ignoring the protests and glares, the taller gently took both feet into his lap.

Purple brows furrowed in confusion before the leather, business man shoes came off; followed by socks. Leon blushed a bit, this wasn't the place for a massage. But lucky for him, Raihan wasn't fully planning on giving him a massage.

A single finger gently traced up the chairman's foot. Toes curled, a small smile formed on Leon's face. "R-Rhai," Leon giggled, "Not here." Raihan shrugged before sighing. "Should have thought about that before you let work start to affect your health."

Another finger, and a little scratching. Leon snorted, gently scooting down the couch arm more. Half lidded eyes watched the other tiredly and adoreably. "Mmmm," the shorter was trying not to laugh; almost making a game out of it.

"Something wrong," Raihan teased with the stupid smirk that made Leon want to melt. "Love, you look so relaxed. Why not just rest your eyes for a while?" And give him that satisfaction? Phat chanse.

Leon started to play with his husband, making this almost a competition. He wiggled his feet around, trying to make them harder to catch and tickle. This wasn't exactly working considering both ankles were in a head lock, but it was worth a shot.

"Coochie, coochie, coo~!" Two could play at that game. Raihan started to add a bit more pressure to his touches, earning laughter once more from the shorter. "Chehehater," Leon giggled as he continued to wiggle his feet in defense.

"You know, I'd say this move is pretty effective on you Mr. Chariman." Ugh, the full dork was coming out now; and Leon would be lying if he said he wasn't a sucker for it. "I wonder what types of pokemon know this move? Maybe they can come to work with you and Charizard to remind you, your human. Humans need rest."

The dorkiness lost a bit of charm from the jab, but Leon knew his lover meant well. He really hadn't been taking care of himself and it was scaring those around him. He'd fallen asleep in the tub, on the train, in the taxi bird carrier; he was more depressed, less talkative, and loosing weight fast. Raihan was feeling his sides up, knowing fully about the weightloss, and earning squeaker giggles and small slaps on the hand.

"Shahahaoot this thahahickles..... mmmmmm- hahahahaha! Rai!" He drew out the name as he wiggled around weakly. "Come on Lee. I know your getting sleepy." Maybe he should seriously consider looking into a pokemon to help Leon out.

He was joking before, but the guy might need a Hypno to to aid with sleep. "Ah! Hahahaha! Eek!" The laughter suddenly increased, throwing Raihan off gaurd. Looking around, he noticed Charizard was tickling Leon too now. He smiled a little at the depressed lizard, who frankly just wanted his trainer back.

"Chahahar! R-Rhahai!" Leon was hardly awake at this point. He was so sleepy and the tickling was making him more tired yet awake. Maybe a small break was in order until later?

But the way Charizard was going after Leon's feet, maybe not. "Nhahahahah! Yhahahaour claws!" Leon was loosing it under the touch of his best pokemon friend. Those claws were so evil yet skilled in the art of ticking. Leon wished Raihan and Sonia had never shown that little Charmander how to tickle him when they were kids. But it would have learned from Leon tickling it eventually anyway.

"Noooo! Ah, nhahaot the toes! Bhahaud please?!" Raihan had stepped aside, letting the not dragon type dragon take over. He gently held his husband instead, luring him even more to sleep.

The claw touches genuinely became lighter, Charizard not wanting to fully let out it's feelings on it's trainer from lack of attention but just enough to get the point across. Whether the message was recived or not it may not find out until much later as quickly, Leon was asleep; curled into Raihan's side.

The dragon tamer sighed before looking up at the good bab and smiling. "I was gonna use some feather toys I got on him but since you did such a good job at putting him out.... wanna play?" Charizard blinked a bit before sitting in the sun again, just waiting.

Raihan chuckled before grabbing the toy meant for smaller pokemon. Even though so much had changed and so much was a struggle.... he loved how life was turning out. Even if that meant nearly getting burned or scratched by a Charizard who was trying to get a feather.

#pokemon #sword and shield #leon #raihan #tickle #tickling #ticklish #fanfic #fanfiction #tickle fight #Charizard is a baby

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ohmyprodigalson · 5 years

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Can you do a continuation of the fic with the abusive bf? And give it a happy ending maybe? Thx!!

Real life picture of me opening the prompt back up for round 2. Time for some closure!

Here's the link to the first part:

https://ohmyprodigalson.tumblr.com/post/188906497378/how-about-a-fic-where-malcolm-finds-out-that

Trigger Warning: Descriptions of mental and emotional domestic abuse. Brief descriptions of depression and low self-esteem.

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It had been a little over a month since Malcolm confronted (Y/N) about her abusive boyfriend. She was beyond angry when she left the office that day, but like most of the things Malcolm said to her, his words stuck with her for days.

She was haunted in particular by one comment: "Abuse comes in many forms. It doesn't always have to be physical." (Y/N) hadn't ever thought about verbal abuse before. What did that really entail? There's no way a few mean words were considered abuse, so what actually was it?

Malcolm's questioning about whether or not her boyfriend's actions made her frightened also stuck with her. It tugged at the back of her mind when he was yelling at her. When she would make notes to herself not to do this again, or not to do that, Malcolm's words resurfaced from her memories.

In the meantime, her boyfriend's words were cutting deep. She began apologizing for everything, including things she had no part in. Gil accidentally stepped in a puddle at a crime scene? "I'm sorry." Dani forgot about a dinner date with her mom? "I'm sorry." JT slammed his finger in a file cabinet? Not only did she apologize, but she flinched repeatedly as he yelled in pain.

(Y/N) didn't feel good enough for anything anymore. This was nothing new, just something that had been growing since long before her conversation with Malcolm. It wasn't something noticable by the others, except for Malcolm. When Gil would tell her to go do something on her own, she would say she was going to do it like she always did, but Malcolm would notice the look in her eyes. It was one of insecurity.

Despite all of this, she didn't actually know something was wrong until she started crying. Sometimes she would cry herself to sleep, and sometimes she would cry when she was alone. (Y/N) didnt understand why she cried, she just knew that she was very sad, more so than she had ever felt before.

She was sitting in the room by herself at the precinct, surrounded by the evidence whiteboards. (Y/N) was crying again, and for the first time ever at work. She was completely lost in her tears and didn't hear the click of the door opening and closing. Malcolm slowly walked towards her and stretched out his left hand to touch her right shoulder. When he made contact, (Y/N) whipped her head around to face him, startled. "I am so sorry! I..." She furiously wiped the tears from her face and stood up, backing away from Malcolm.

"(Y/N), why are you sorry?" He kept his voice gentle. He knew exactly why she was sorry, and why she was crying. But he needed to try and lead her to those answers.

"I... I don't know, I just... I'm sorry." She honestly didn't know why she was sorry. She couldn't put her finger on it.

Malcolm closed his eyes. He had kept his hand outstretched, in a calming manner. As if he were backing her off of a mental ledge. "You have nothing to be sorry for, (Y/N)." He opened his eyes to find that she was avoiding his gaze.

His voice grew quiet and gentle again. "Why were you crying, (Y/N)?" She stared at the floor and shrugged.

"I don't know..."

"It's ok, (Y/N). You can tell me anything." He emphasized the last word as he pulled his arm closer to himself, but kept his hand up in a calming way. He tried to tilt his head downward while still looking up at her, urging her to look at him.

She truly didn't know the answers to his questions and this frustrated her. "I don't know why, I'm sorry." She started to brush past Malcolm and leave the room when he threw his arm out and caught her. She could feel the strength of his arm under his suit as he tried to hold her back.

"(Y/N)..." The way he said her name broke her. She couldn't remember the last time her name was said with such sincere concern. The tears started to fall from her eyes; eyes that had been so sad for weeks. What last bit of strength she still possessed disappeared as she cried freely, falling into Malcolm. He wrapped his other arm around her to hold her, and he was silent as she cried. He understood that she needed this moment to let all of her pain out.

After her tears ran dry, Malcolm pushed her in front of him and kept his hands on her shoulders as he tried to look into her eyes again. She still kept her eyes glued to the ground, but she somehow felt a little better. He chose his words carefully, yet pointedly so that she couldn't skirt the issue. "It's getting worse, isn't it? The way he makes you feel about yourself. How he yells at you when you've done nothing wrong."

(Y/N) didn't feel it when she softly replied, "Yes." She couldn't stop the words escaping her lips. "I just feel so worthless. I can't do anything right and I mess everything up. I feel like everyone is always mad at me and I can't fix it."

Her words broke his heart. (Y/N)'s abuse ran deep to her core. It was making her depressed and destroying her self-esteem. Malcolm couldnt fix it, but he could at least try to stop it.

"You see that your boyfriend is doing this to you, right?"

"What? How could he..."

"He's been hurting you, (Y/N), with his words, and his screaming." Malcolm chose not to use the word, 'abuse,' because she might not understand, still, that it described what she was going through.

She thought about his words for a moment before she nodded. All she could say was, "I'm just so tired."

Malcolm shook her shoulders, begging her to look him in the eyes. "I can help you. Please, let me help you."

(Y/N) finally looked into his bright blue eyes and saw concern mixed with pleading. It froze her for a moment before she blurted out her response. "Ok."

Malcolm had a plan. The apartment they were living in belonged to her boyfriend, so (Y/N) was the one who had to move out. He offered to let her keep her things at his apartment and sleep on his couch while she searched for a place to live. After some convincing, they found themselves in her boyfriend's apartment. (Y/N) was quickly gathering her things into boxes while Malcolm kept watch in front of the door, arms crossed.

Her heart was bounding out of her chest. She didn't know why, but she was terrified of being there when her now ex-boyfriend came home. Just as this thought crossed her mind, the front door opened.

A particularly unremarkable man entered the apartment. His eyes swept across the room to find boxes piled up next to a stranger with his arms folded. "What...?" His confusion turned to anger. "(Y/N)!!!"

Despite being in another room, she cowered. But Malcolm had told her that no matter what she heard, she couldn't stop packing. She was on her last box anyway. If she hurried through this, she would be out of here forever.

Malcolm stared coldly at the man before him. How could he be so cruel as to purposefully send someone into a depression? The man shook his finger at Malcolm as he exuded rage. "What are you doing in my apartment?!"

"I'm helping a friend." Malcolm was stern. He could hear (Y/N) taping up the last box, and he pulled out his phone to ask the movers he hired to start collecting the boxes. They came in and worked around the stammering man. He was so angry, he didn't know what or who to yell at first.

(Y/N) walked into the room, holding the final box in her arms. Malcolm smiled at her for reassurance. "All finished?" She nodded her head quickly.

"These boxes... You're moving out? Oh, what, you're leaving me?! Good luck finding someone to take care of you! I did it because I felt bad! Your knight in shining armor won't stick around after he gets to know you!!"

Malcolm leaned over to speak into (Y/N)'s ear. "Go ahead, I'll be out in a minute."

She kept her head down as she carried her last box out of the apartment, leaving her ex-boyfriend forever. Malcolm waited until she was out of earshot to speak.

"You will never contact her again. We collected all of her things, so you have no reason to seek her out. If I hear that you have tried to contact her in any way, I will come for you." The look in Malcolm's eyes proved his seriousness, and the man before him was actually speechless.

After all of (Y/N)'s things had been moved into a pile in Malcolm's apartment, he put some blankets and a pillow on his couch. It was late, and (Y/N) would need some rest after this long, trying day. She was standing in front of Malcolm's TV, staring at her reflection with her arms crossed and one of her hands placed in front of her mouth. (Y/N) was lost in thought.

Malcolm sidled up to her with his hands in his pockets. He looked at her face, not her reflection. "Are you ok?"

She took a deep breath before she turned to look back at him. "I will be." She smiled for only a second as she spoke. After some thought she looked at the ground and spoke. "I want to thank you for helping me." Malcolm waited for her to continue, to let her talk. "If you hadn't have spoken to me and helped me, I would be back there right now, getting yelled at and belittled. It's hard to admit, but I can't deny the nice contrast this is, being away from him."

He waited for her to finish before he reached out to pat her shoulder. "Don't mention it." There was a sparkle in his eye as he saw the beginning of a long recovery for (Y/N). "Now," he motioned towards the couch. "You should get some sleep. You deserve it."

She nodded and thanked him before sitting on the couch. Malcolm left her to her own devices as he went and sat on his bed, out of sight. He wasn't going to sleep tonight for fear of waking her with his night terrors, but at least she was safe. That's all that mattered.

And that would be all that mattered to him for a very long time. That, and her happiness.

#prodigal son #prodigal son fanfic #prodigal son imagine #malcolm bright #fanfic #imagine

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daysswithyou · 5 years

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V. Sungjin - Bet

Characters: Sungjin x You

Genre: enemies to lovers!6

Warning: some cursing and swearing

Credits: @7abshy and @parkjaeins; for helping me figure out how annoying teachers can be

Words: 5k

Description: There is always more than meets the eye

Author’s note: This wraps up the enemies to lovers!6 series :) I hope you’ve enjoyed all 5 of them!

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I’m late, I’m late, I’m late, shit!

You repeatedly mouthed the words to yourself under your breath as you squeezed past the throng of people crowding the hallways, occasionally throwing an apology across your shoulder if you bumped into someone. Opting to not take the front entrance into the lecture hall, you ran up flights of stairs to reach the back entrance. By the time you reached the top, you were gasping for breath, your thighs were burning and you could feel the first beads of sweat roll down your back. Slipping through the crack of the heavy wooden door, you settled into the closest empty seat, trying to steady your breathing as your pants became too loud within the enclosed space.

Deep breaths Y/N, deep breaths...

You internally heaved a sigh of relief when you saw the empty podium in front, glad that your professor for this class will not have a bad impression of you.

But your relief was short-lived as the booming voice right next to you soon commanded for attention.

“Alright let’s get started, now that the last student is here.”

As he walks down the flight of stairs to reach the podium, it gives you enough time to observe the authoritative figure. His black leather jacket and ripped black jeans made him look exceptionally tough, and you swore you saw some male students flinch when he walked past them. His hair, which was the colour of warm chocolate, was too long and brushed against his eyelids.

He looks like a model that has just stepped out of a Harley Davidson advertisement.

But you mentally berated yourself for the inappropriate thought, and proceeded to haul it out of the window.

When he stepped onto the podium, he surveyed the whole room before starting again.

“Good morning. My name is Park Sungjin and I’ll be your TA for this semester and for this class.”

Ah, so this was the legendary Park Sungjin that you had heard so much about during your first semester. He was famous for being the top student of the graduating batch, with an impeccable portfolio to match. Apparently, he’s so good to the point that many companies and graduate schools have offered him a place amongst them. But, he is also notorious for being a tough TA and everyone’s advice was to just stay away from his bad side if you ever had the fortune (or misfortune) of being in his classes.

All you wanted was to pass this class peacefully so you made it your goal to not cross the line.

However, when he opens his mouth to give the next set of instructions, you knew that you were already on the wrong side of the line.

“So now, if you’re ready Ms Y/N, I’ll begin with the introduction on the topic.” Giving you one last hard glance, he turned to face the screen. Everyone else was furiously copying down notes, but not you.

He said my name, he knows who I am. I’ve been singled out.

It felt like someone had just passed you the death sentence.

A week passed by uneventfully and you tried your best to not attract attention to yourself in class. You were on time, and you were attentive in class. You never gave Sungjin trouble – or Mr Park, as you know him by now. Yet, such tactics did not work on him. You knew that you had his full attention when he stares at you from the front as he is giving lectures, even if you’re sitting in a last row. He’ll always linger a little longer behind you as write answers to the mini quizzes in class. You made the mistake of looking up at him once, and you nearly combusted under his hard gaze. What’s worse is that you can’t decide if he approves or disapproves of your work. Perhaps that was the most agonising part.

Today was no different. After handing up your papers for the quiz to the front, you attempted to slip away with the crowd but you just couldn’t slip past Park Sungjin’s attention.

“Y/N, could I have a word with you?”

You halted in your steps, his monotone voice sending chills down your spine.

Why me…

Squeezing your eyes shut and taking in a shaky breath, you turned around to face him before walking in his direction. Your steps were a little too hesitant and you were obviously clutching onto your bag too tightly because this was the first thing that Sungjin said when you finally stood in front of him.

“You can loosen your grip on your bag strap, your knuckles are turning white.”

“O-o-oh. It’s a habit, sorry.”

“What time do your lessons end today, Y/N?”

“6pm. My last lesson is Introduction to Psychology.”

“Good. Meet me at Conference Room 2 of the Social Sciences block, 6.30pm sharp.”

“Yes. Anything else…?”

“That’s all. You may go now.”

Giving Sungjin a curt bow, you scurried out of the lecture hall as fast as you could, dreading the time when you had to see him again.

6.30pm came too early for your liking, and you soon found yourself face to face with Sungjin once more. A thick stack of papers were sitting by the corner of the table beside him and you knew immediately.

“I’m here to grade papers?”

“More or less; I’ll be giving the final grade and you can help me critique.”

You simply nodded before assuming the seat in front of him.

The next time you looked up, your neck popped up with a loud crack and the clock read 12am. Sungjin kept you thoroughly occupied for the past few hours, papers being presented to you in a systematic manner. You’ve said more words to him a few hours than you’ve said to all your professors combined last semester. While disguised as ‘extra exposure’ for you, deep down you knew that this was Sungjin’s special torture method – and you finally understood what others meant by getting on his bad side.

But the torture didn’t end there.

“Y/N, don’t forget that we have an assignment due the next day. Oh, and don’t be late. See you tomorrow.”

Everything sounds really innocent but you knew what Sungjin really meant was “Don’t mess up tomorrow Y/N.”

You wanted to let out a sigh of frustration but instead you swallowed it and merely replied with a spritely “Yes” before leaving the office.

And this went on for months. Every single time Sungjin gave your class a quiz, you would find yourself in the conference room with him grading papers; sometimes at the expense of your own work. It gradually extended to grading papers from his other classes, but never once did you complain. You knew better than to argue with teachers, much less Sungjin. Every time he looks at you, your words die in your throat; how on earth were you supposed to hold an argument with him? But, of course, when you were back in the comfort of your dorm, which was when you were cursing and swearing at him. At one point in time, your roommate almost called an exorcist, thoroughly freaked out by the way you were flaying your limbs in the air as you continued screaming in frustration.

Needless to say, the late nights left with less sleep, and little energy to pay attention. You were up till 4am last night (or should you say morning), rushing out assignments due today for 2 different classes. You had burst into Sungjin’s lecture hall a good 20 minutes late but in your state, you didn’t care anymore. As usual, you settled into the closest seat you could find, one hand combing through the tangles in your hair, the other rummaging through your bag for your lesson materials. But you were so thoroughly exhausted that you fell asleep 10 minutes later, you pen stopping midway across your paper.

The next time you regain consciousness was when Sungjin’s voice calling your name rang through the speakers.

“So, Ms Y/N, what do you think of the question I just raised?”

You awoke with a start and you scattered your stationary across the floor in the process. You could hear the whole hall snickering at your blunder; save for the few kids sitting around you that helped you pick up your stray pens.

What was the question even? That was the most urgent question for you to answer. You shot a hard look at Sungjin, one that said, “How dare you call me when I’m in this state because of YOU.”

You were sure that he understood your gaze, but he merely raised an eyebrow, as he always did. It was the one that you recognised as “Go on, I’m waiting for your answer.” You knew that there was no way out of this except to answer his question. Panicking, you stared at the last word you wrote in your notebook before rattling off.

“The most famous poem from the Old English period, widely recognised by most is Beowulf. And for – ”

“Oh Ms Y/N, I didn’t know that Scandinavians spoke Old English in the late 10th century. Clearly, someone needs to keep her eyes and ears open. Also, I asked for your opinion, not of those from the 10th century.”

From beneath his long locks, Sungjin gave you a mischievous glint and smirked at you as the entire hall erupted into raucous laughter. Everyone was laughing, except you. Everyone found this funny, except you. Everyone was in a good mood, but you were livid.

How.fucking.dare.you.Park.fucking.Sungjin. I’m suffering in class now because of all your stupid “extra exposure” work after school. Yet you purposely picked on me to answer your question, knowing full well that I can’t. Why do you like picking on me so much? Why do you like embarrassing me in class so much? WHY PARK SUNGJIN!!!

You might have felt better if you actually said it out loud, but you didn’t. You just kept repeating this thought to yourself like a mantra until the end of the lesson.

It’s ok Y/N, just another 30mins of sitting in this hall and looking at his face. Afterwards you can leave and get yourself some ice cream to make yourself feel better. Yes, that’s right… everything is going to be ok Y/N...

But that day, things were not ok and you left the hall in a foul mood. For the final project of the year, you were paired up with Song Jihyo, the girl in class that was notorious for not doing her work.

Its official, Park Sungjin hates me and wants me to burn in Hell. That day, your whole body ached at the thought of more late nights and instead of eating your ice cream, you remembered hurling it at an innocent, nearby tree.

Everything that you thought would happen did happen. It’s as the saying goes, “Everything that can go wrong will go wrong.” And in this case, you were helpless against its happening. The only time that you talked to Jihyo was deciding on the thesis and after that, she was virtually uncontactable. You eventually gave up trying to arrange a time to meet to do up the thesis; you merely assigned her parts – which, to be fair, she did do. But they were of such poor quality you ended up deleting most of it and redoing it yourself. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing seemed fresh and you decided to bite the bullet and ask for help.

Lucky for you, Mr Kim was in class today and you immediately ran to him for help.

“Good morning Mr Kim. I have some questions about the final project thesis, is it alright if I ask a few questions?”

“Ah Y/N aren’t you? I’ve heard so much about you from Sungjin! I’ll be glad to help, let me take a look.”

Eagerly, you showed him what you had done so far and when he smiled, you felt a small smile creep onto your face, silently happy that you had gained his approval. But soon, the smile was wiped off your face.

“First of all, an excellent thesis choice, I must say. I remember Sungjin doing something similar for my class 3 years ago, why don’t you ask him for help? He is in a better position to help than I am.”

“Yes sir, I’ll ask Sung- I mean, Mr Park. Yes, I’ll ask Mr Park for advice. Thank you.”

With a light pat on your shoulder, he left you alone and when you turned, you found Park Sungjin standing right in front of you.

“I heard you need help?”

“Yes...” You hated it; you hated having to admit that you needed help from Park Sungjin.

“Hand it over.”

Reluctantly, you passed him your phone and turned to the side, not wanting to see his face further.

When he finally passed back the phone to you, you didn’t feel any more enlightened.

“You can do better than this.”

“What do you mean? That isn’t helpful!”

“That’s all I have to say. You know what to do, so do it.”

“I don’t! I don’t know what to do, which is why I’m asking for help!”

“Then sit down and figure it out.”

So that’s how it’s going to be – you won’t give me a consultation when I need it the most. Fine.

But that was not what you said. You said this instead, “Ok, I’ll figure it out.”

From then onwards, without help from anyone, you trudged through the group thesis yourself. This was on top of the individual thesis that each of you had to prepare for. You were literally typing so much (or rather, punching) your keyboard so hard that one of the keys fell out and you had to send your laptop for repairs. Not only was school draining your sanity, it was also draining your money. Due to the delay in repairing your laptop, you were left with a week to finish half of your thesis.

The outcome: later nights and heavier eye bags. By now, you were too tired to curse and swear at Sungjin for the terrible grouping since it was already taking insane willpower from you to even show up in class. You merely bottled up your indignation, and kept working to avoid thinking about it. After placing the stack of papers in Sungjin’s letter tray, you went back to your dorm and crashed for 12 hours straight.

This signalled the start of your 1 week break, and one week of not seeing Park Sungjin.

Thank goodness.

The next time you saw Park Sungjin, you were glad that it was the last time that you would have to see him. After all the torture he had put you through for the past semester, you were glad that you’ll be done with him now.

Yet, as always, Park Sungjin manages to make your life a living hell till the end.

Group Thesis: C

Individual Thesis: E

Overall: D

Comments for Individual Thesis: Clear presentation of key ideas and mostly factually correct. Choice of thesis could be better.

Signed: Park Sungjin

Choice of thesis could be better. Park Sungjin failed me, just because he didn’t like my topic.

You were brought out from your shock by a large shove from behind. Whipping around, you found a smiley Jihyo in front of you and her next words made you want to punch her in her perfect little teeth.

“Thank you for helping me pass the class Y/N! How much did you get?”

Without your consent, she ripped your papers from your hands before handing them back to you with a frown.

“That’s odd; we had the same choice of individual thesis, why did you do worse?” But Jihyo had no time to contemplate on the answer to her question when she was dragged away by her friends to celebrate their good grades.

I can tolerate everything that Park Sungjin has put me through, but not this.

Running up to Sungjin, you stopped him from leaving before asking to see him.

“Do you have time now?”

“Yes. What is this about?”

“This is about my thesis, can we talk somewhere else?”

“Conference Room 2 of the Social Sciences building in 10 minutes, I need to talk to Mr Kim first.”

“Ok.”

You were going to clear this once and for all.

“So, what is it about your thesis, Y/N?”

“You failed me just because you didn’t like my topic, didn’t you?”

You’ve rehearsed this part many times in your head and this wasn’t how it was supposed to sound like. It was supposed to sound polite and less accusatory, but fuck that. You wanted answers, and if you had to demand it from him, you will.

“Yes, I did. What’s the issue with it?”

“It’s not fair.”

“Nothing is fair in this world Y/N; I thought you’d know that by now.”

“Yes, I do know that. But what you’re doing is not only unfair, but also downright discriminatory.”

“How so?”

“Jihyo told me that we both had the same choice of thesis, and I got and E and she got a B. My grades are clearly a personal attack against my character. You never liked me from the start, I get it. But it’s wrong to simply disregard my entire thesis because you didn’t like the topic! What is wrong with this topic? It’s within the list of topics that you’ve given us, I met the word count, I met deadlines. I did everything!”

“And I’m supposed to give you a A for that?”

"I’m not saying you have to give me an A for it. I'm just trying to prove the fact that – " "A fact is already a fact, you don't have to prove it." "God damn it Sungjin! Would you just lay off me for a second? Would it kill for you to not correct my grammar for once? Would it kill you to not pick on me for one second?" "It's Mr Park, for you. It still is. And no, I won't lay off your grammar – you are an English language major that has taken my class, there is no way that I'm allowing you to continue to speak with bad grammar." "I hate you." "That can technically count as swearing at a teacher. Are you testing my patience?" "No. I'm just saying that it's not fair for you to give me a bad grade just because you did not like my choice of thesis. That's just being biased." "I'm not changing your grade." "I can't fail this module Sungjin! I need to pass this module to go for the Advanced English module. Yes, it's not a perfect thesis but I don't deserve to fail for this!" "Welcome to the real world Y/N." "I hate you Sungjin. I really fucking do." You pick up your bag and slam the door on your way out. That night, for the first time, you cried. And you hated the fact that you were crying over stupid Park Sungjin.

The next day, you awoke with puffy eyes but nonetheless, you showed up for lessons. You nearly bumped into Sungjin on your way to Psychology but you immediately detoured. You couldn’t get close to him – you might just punch him and be charged for assaulting a teacher.

That evening, you had just ended lessons when your phone buzzed and Sungjin’s name lit up on your screen.

Mr Park: You have another chance to redo your thesis and not fail the class. Deadline is January 20th, 2 weeks from now. Papers in my tray at 6pm sharp; don’t be late for the submission.

You swiped his notification away quickly, but you remembered the words and that night, you began sourcing for more ideas for your individual thesis.

For the next 3 days, Sungjin just wouldn’t leave you alone. Your phone buzzed with his name every now and then, and he was so distracting that you nearly wanted to block his number.

Mr Park: Are you going to resubmit your thesis?

Mr Park: Have you chosen a thesis yet?

Mr Park: What is your choice of thesis? How many words in?

Mr Park: Do you need help? Just drop me a message; I can help you check your thesis.

Help me with my thesis? Is he playing saint now? As if I’m going to accept help from him.

As you turned your attention back to your screen, you found that a shadow has fallen in front of your laptop. You found yourself staring at a pair of familiar, battered, black Converse and looking up only confirmed your suspicions. The man was here in person – Park Sungjin.

“Why aren’t you replying my messages?”

Why must I hold myself accountable to you? Buzz off.

You continued typing, completely ignoring Sungjin. You heard him sigh before inviting himself to sit in front of you.

“Y/N, what is your thesis? Hey, answer me. I came all the way down here to find you.”

“You came here voluntarily, I didn’t ask for your help. You can leave.”

“You’re still angry at me?”

Of course I am, you asshole. You’re just asking the obvious.

With each thought, you punched the keys on your keyboard harder.

“Stop typing so hard, you’ll spoil your keyboard. Working in spite is not going to produce quality work Y/N.”

Without your consent, he lifted your laptop into the air and onto his lap and scrolled through your entire document for 15 minutes. Passing it back to you with a smile, you stared at him in shock for 5 minutes.

Park Sungjin never smiles; did he just smile at me?

“You did it.”

“What did I do?”

“You figured it out. This was the choice of thesis I wanted you to choose in the very first place. Furthermore, you’ve chosen the correct area to focus on.”

“Thank you… I thought…”

“What did you think about?”

“I thought I might not be on the right track. But your words makes me feel a little more reassured now.”

“Well, I’ll leave you alone now.”

Park Sungjin then took his leave, but he was lying when he said he’ll leave you alone. He never did. Till the submission deadline, he visited you every alternate day.

As expected, you got an A for your individual thesis.

When you got an email from Mr Kim saying that he wanted to meet you, you thought you were doomed; most likely a disciplinary case on your head after what you said to Sungjin. But turns out, it was an interview for the Advanced English course, and they passed you immediately. When you walked out of the room still stunned that that you had entered the course of your choice, you found Sungjin waiting outside for you, almost like he knew you were going to be there.

“They passed you didn’t they?”

“Huh?”

Hearing his voice reminded you of what Mr.Kim said to you just now:

“We’ve received high commendations of you, Ms Y/N. All the professors pushed for your recommendation into the course, and Sungjin, especially. He was the first one to mention offering you a place in the course. He spoke of your remarkable working attitude.”

“May I ask something?”

“Yes, anything at all.”

“What exactly did Mr Park say about me?”

“He mentioned that you work well even under immense stress and long hours, catching up really fast even if you fell behind. But, most importantly, he spoke of your willingness to try again after failure. That is the most important quality that we are looking out for: tenacity. We have no doubt that you’ll be a suitable candidate to enter this demanding course. We would love to offer you a place, should you choose to accept.”

“I would love to, thank you. Thank you to the faculty and professors for having me.”

Sungjin hates me, why would be recommend me for the course?

“Follow me.”

Taking him by the wrist, you dragged Sungjin all the way to the bridge in the school park before letting him go.

“What’s with the rush, Y/N?”

Hands on your hips, you turned to face Sungjin with wide eyes, your lips set firmly in a thin line.

“I don’t understand you Sungjin. First, you torture me in lessons by making me so many extra work and now you’re putting in good words for me and recommending me for my dream course? Did you suddenly decide that you like me more now overnight?”

“Ah, so they told you everything I said. Mr Kim promised to not tell, I should have known he wouldn’t keep to it.”

“You’re still not answering my questions.”

“I’m getting there. First of all, that extra work was not torture, they were a test. I loaded you with many things to see how much you can handle before you snapped but thankfully and luckily for me, you never did.”

“I did silently curse and swear at you.”

“That is a given. But you didn’t say it out loud, so it doesn’t count. You’ve proven to – ”

“To be able to work well under immense pressure and long hours.”

“Yes. That is an important quality for taking any Advanced courses. I took the same course with the same professors that you’ll be having so I know how intense it was. I had to put you under pressure to see if my bet was correct.”

“I was your bet?”

“Yes, I was betting on you all along. You have great potential.”

“Thank you.”

“Oh? I thought someone hated me before.”

“Like you said, that was before. I don’t anymore. What you put me through was tough, but they did teach me more about myself and my limits. So, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now that I’ve managed to help you get a place in your course, I think it’s time to return the favour?”

“What’s your proposal?”

“Come to my graduation ceremony next spring. It’s in April.”

“Ok. That’s all?”

“That’s all for now.”

But when a soft smile lights up Sungjin’s face, you knew there was more in store for the both of you in time to come.

April 20th

You had come early to get front row seats and as you watch Sungjin give a speech representing the graduating batch, your heart swells with pride. You’ve seen him work very hard for the past one semester and to see him being handed his graduation certificate made you feel like all his efforts paid off.

You were the last to greet Sungjin because there was simply too many people crowding around him. You watch from afar and you giggle when you see Sungjin frantically asking Kang Younghyun if he’s seen you around. He does this thing where his eyes grow big like saucers, so big that you thought they were going to pop out of their sockets. You could also hear the fear in his voice – he speaks a little faster and slips into the Busan dialect. So when you greet him by gently tapping him on the shoulder, he whips around so fast the wind nearly knocked you over. But when you see his facial expression melt from one of worry into one of happiness, you nearly melt into a puddle there and then. You’d given anything to see those sparkly eyes and sweet smile.

“Ah finally you’re here Y/N! I saw you in the front row just now but then afterwards I didn’t so I was worried that you left but I haven’t got a photo with you yet. I was so sad because I haven’t asked you my question yet – ”

“Calm down Sungjin! I’m here now right? Also, happy graduation! I got this for you.”

Proudly, you hold up the bear plushie you had custom made for him, decked out in the exact same graduation gown that he had on right now.

“It looks like you, right? I named him Bang!”

“Why Bang?”

“Because you always say goodbye in a very cute manner and Bang seems like a cute name to capture that cuteness. Also, I gave him eyelashes! When you observe the details, he really looks like you right?”

When Sungjin finally notices the eyelashes, he bursts out laughing and you swore your heart nearly stopped. When he finally stopped laughing and took over the bear from you, he finally remembered the question he wanted to ask you.

“Y/N- ah…”

“Yes?”

“If I ask you out…will you say yes?”

Just to tease him a little, you decided to look up at the sky, and contemplate your answer for a little while.

“I don’t know…maybe?”

“You can’t do this to me! I waited so long to ask you this question!”

“Why did you wait so long then?”

“I had to wait till I graduated. It wouldn’t be right for a teacher to ask his student out right?”

“That’s true…but I still don’t know if I’d go out with you. How about we make a bet?”

“With what?”

“With a coin. You flip a coin and I’ll decide. Which side are you confident of getting?”

“Heads, I always flip a head.”

“Ok, go ahead then. Heads for I’ll go out with Park Sungjin and tails for…”

With utmost concentration, Sungjin flips the coin and slams his palm over it when it lands. Opening his palm, his face immediately becomes crestfallen: staring back at him was a tail.

But you haven’t finished your sentence yet.

“Tails for…I’ll still go out with you anyways!” you said, as you gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Really? You would?”

“Ask any more questions and I’ll reconsider.”

“Ok, ok I won’t ask any more questions! What do you want to eat?”

“Fried chicken!”

“Oh, I was betting that you’ll say fried chicken!”

“Betting on fried chicken is great Park Sungjin, but I'm betting on something else now.”

Sungjin turns to look at you and he says, "So, what are you betting on now?"

"I'm betting that you'll give me a kiss."

"Really? How are you so sure?"

"I know you Park Sungjin, I know you'll do it. So, am I getting a kiss or not?"

Without another word, Sungjin closes the space between the both of you, so close that if either moved, your lips would touch. You closed your eyes and waited for the impact, but instead you felt something soft press into your forehead and you immediately smiled.

"Not where I was expecting, but ok Sungjin."

"I'm saving the best for the last."

"I'm holding you accountable for that statement."

"You can bet your life on it that I'll fulfill it."

Not only was he your best bet, he was your favourite bet too.

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Hogwarts Overexposed Chapter 5: Crime and Punishment

I once again hope to finish this chapter in one shot.

And did you notice one thing? We are already five chapters into the third fic of the Saga, after the oh so grand reveal to our heroes in the final chapter of Too Exposed what the grand plot is. And five chapters in here, and we see NOTHING OF THE PLOT.

When we last left, Caitlin, Emily and Kim and their american friends went on a nudist hike in the jungle, despite nudism being banned on the island. And just as they came to the edge of the jungle, they just happened to be arrested.

"Sir, we're sorry," Brian beseeched. "Our clothes are in this backpack. No one saw us. Can't you please just let us get dressed and forget that this ever happened?"

Do you really think this would work? "Keep your hands out of that bag and carefully pass it to me," the officer ordered. "You Americans are all the same; you think we're savages and that you're above ours laws. I'll be making an example of you six."

What are the odds of just happening to get into the hands of a perverted cop? Well, this is Hogwarts Exposed, after all..... "But officer..."Caitlin began to implore. "Silence!" he bellowed. "I'm not interested in hearing any excuses or pleading. Save your whining for the judge. My truck is just at the end of this path, on the beach; head for it now and don't even think about trying to make a break." "But don't you want us to dress before leaving the forest?" Kim inquired. "I want you all to keep you mouths shut and do as you're told!" he answered irately.

Oh well. Heads turned in shock as the six naked teenagers exited the forest and walked in a line toward the flatbed truck.

Come to think of it, isnt the cop here the one basically making a show here by forcing six naked teenagers to be seen in public? "What type of cop drives a flatbed truck?" Jeff asked his companions a little too loudly.

What an intelligent question to ask in such a situation. "One that will have no problem shutting your smart ass mouth for you if you open it again," the officer threatened.

"Climb up onto the bed of the truck," he ordered, once they arrived at it. The boys assisted the girls up and then jumped aboard themselves. The bed of the truck had a pipe railing around its edge with three-foot tall supports located about every five feet.

One of the very few moments we actually get a description of something! As the officer opened the passenger side of the truck and leaned in to retrieve something, Caitlin whispered to the others. "What's up with this guy? He arrested us for being nude, but now he's forbidding us to get dressed. No one saw us while we were in the forest, but now we've gathering a healthy size audience."

Well, it´s an excuse for another pointless scene where everything is fixated on the nakedness. Also, this is also a scene that serves the fantasies of the Suethor. Before anyone could offer a possible explanation, the officer returned carrying an armful of handcuffs. He threw the cuffs on the bed of the truck and then climbed up himself. "You!" he yelled, motioning to Jeff. "Come here!" He grabbed Jeff's left wrist and slapped a cuff on it, quickly attaching the other side to the pole nearest the truck cab. He then picked up another pair of cuffs, attached one cuff to Jeff's right hand and ran the short chain around the next support pole before attaching the other half to Caitlin's left wrist. He continued this pattern until all six teenagers were standing cuffed to the railing facing the ever-increasing group of bystanders. Because apparently everyone wants to stare at naked teenagers. Then he just walked off, leaving them helplessly secured to the rail. For the briefest of moments, Kim's attention was drawn away from her bloated bladder -____- as she listened in embarrassment to two teenaged boys standing next to the truck. "I've never seen a naked girl before, have you?" The one boy asked animatedly, staring up at Kim in awe.

Have these boys never heard of the internet? "No," said his friend. "This is cool! Hey! How about giving us a better look?"

As I said, everyone is a perv here.

I also think this is Neils way of showing how eeeeevul a society is that bans nudism. Kim couldn't ignore them, but neither did she answer. She closed her eyes trying to pretend this was simply a terrible dream, but even so, she was powerless to hold back her tears. Brian, who was handcuffed to Kim's left side, shouted angrily, "Leave her alone!"

How powerful. "Make me!" shouted the first boy. Then he glanced to his friend. "While he's gone, I'm going to finger her."

FUCK YOU NEIL Kim recoiled, revolted at the thought, and at the same time realizing also that any incursion in that area would make it impossible for her to hold off peeing.

I hate this fic. "No!" shouted Emily, who was shackled to Kim's other side. "Don't waste your time on her. I'll let you really have fun."

Oh how heroic of her, by acting so naturally like a girl her age should. Not.

Also, my G-d is this creepy! "What do you mean by that?" the boy asked, his interest piqued. "If you give me your word not to lay a hand on her," Emily said, "I'll spread my legs and crouch as low as I possibly can, and I'll let you touch me."

"Emily, you can't," Kim protested. "Yes I can," Emily persisted. "I got you into this. Besides, you know I can handle these circumstances better than you can. To me they're just body parts."

SHUT UP, EMILY, SHUT UP!

I also hate how “this is not sexual” is constantly brought up in so rapey situations like these. The fact that they all are underage makes this worse. "Cool!" the boy said eagerly. Fortunately, just as Emily started to squat down, the officer returned. The two boys and everyone else stepped back a few steps from the truck as he gave the horde an appalled look. "You people are just as bad as these brazen deviates! Go on about your business!"

Then why the hell did he want to “make an example”? Slowly, reluctantly the crowd began to disperse. "Your parents must be extremely proud of you," he said sarcastically, returning his attention to his young captives. "High on drugs, running around completely exposed, and having sex in public." "We don't do drugs, and we certainly weren't having sex," Caitlin protested. He turned in the direction of Caitlin, looking as if he were about to slap her surly face, but rejected giving into the desire. "I thought I said no talking! Now I suppose you're going to tell me you're not naked either?" he yelled. "Since you all seem to enjoy exposing yourselves, I believe I'll take the long way back to the station, through town."

“See how evil he is? He thinks they were having sex just because they are naked!” Obviously, he expected a strong negative reaction to this comment, but everyone seemed to take it in stride with the exception of Kim. "Please Sir!" she begged. "I have to pee something awful. May I please relieve myself before we start the trip?" "You may not," he retorted maliciously. "I suggest that you hold it or you'll be facing additional charges." With that said, he returned to the cab of the truck and started the engine.

This doesnt make any sense! As the truck bounced insensitively overland toward the main road, Emily gave Kim an anxious look. "How bad is it," she asked concernedly. "Bad," Kim answered. "I'm afraid I'm going to burst any minute and this incessant bouncing about isn't helping matters any." "Why don't you just let it out?" Emily suggested. "Squat down and relieve yourself before we reach the main road." "I can't," Kim responded in dismay. "Not here, not secured like this between you and Brian. I have no way on controlling where it goes; we could all wind up with pee on us."

I didnt need this image -_- Emily, felt sorry for her best friend who was clearly suffering, but recognized that she was in no position to offer any real assistance. Hopefully, Kim would be better able to hack it once they were on a smooth roadway.

Come to think of it, why doesnt Caitlin just use her speshul hyperempath sue powers on the cop?

* * * * *

That was fun," Hermione remarked, as she and Harry returned to their stateroom. "The tropical forest was so beautiful."

So beautiful it didnt need a description. "I liked that we finally all got to do something together," Harry added. "I've felt bad that Ron was always missing out on everything." "Ron seemed to appreciate that St. Kitts didn't allow nudity," Hermione agreed. "He must feel awfully out of place all the time. I've given up on the prospect that he'll ever feel comfortable enough to take his clothes off around us."

Cut for boring.

Their conversation came to an abrupt halt when there was a loud knock at the door. "The captain needs to have a word with you right now," the messenger barked none too politely, when Harry unlock the door.

DUNN DUNN DUNNNNN

* * * * *

"What is with that cop? Is he mental?" Kim moaned, as she and the others waited unattended in a receiving cell, watching the hands of the clock move closer and closer to the scheduled departure time of their ship.

I think this is supposed to give tension. Or something. They had broken the law; they all recognized that, but they couldn't fathom the manner in which they were now being treated. In the eyes of the law, they were guilty of indecent exposure for having hiked nude, but thus far their punishment seemed to be a prolongation of their crime, only to a much more serious degree.

This whole subplot is so stupid. Now, still naked, they had spent the last hour in a dank jail cell - a completely bare cell without even a simple bench to sit on and certainly not equipped with a comfort facility.

Finally their evul cruel clothed tormentor returned, a perturbed expression on his face, carrying Emily's rucksack. He gave them a disgusted look as he forcefully shoved the pack through the bars. "Put your clothes on and be swift about it!" he shouted maliciously. "Your parents are here to pick you up." From the sound of his voice, it was lucid that he was not at all pleased with the judgment to let them go free. Probably because the judge found it ridicculous to force six naked teenagers to be overexposed (see what I did there?) in public. No one spoke, but instead they all rushed to dress before psycho-cop I did not change anything, Neil really wrote psycho-cop here. Yeah. changed his mind. As soon as they were all clothed, he unlocked the cell and pointed reluctantly to a door. Without pause, they all rushed to it, Kim in agony in pink with each step. "Hurry!" shouted Brian's father to them all. "We have transportation waiting. They said they'd hold the ship for us, but I don't know how long."

THE TENSION IS KILLING ME Hermione grabbed Emily and Caitlin's hands and hurried them out the door behind Jeff and his brother. Kim stood paralyzed, as if afraid to move.

Oh no, it´s coming.... "We have to dash," Harry said, running to Kim and scooping her up into his arms as if she were a doll. "Don't be afraid," Harry said as he hurried out the door. "Everything is okay now. Hermione and I aren't angry with you. We know this wasn't your idea." Before she had a chance to try and squirm free or even speak, she lost control of her bladder.

I HATE THIS FIC.

It doesnt help how blatantly this was foreshadowed last chapter when Kim drank BEVERAGES, and how much Neil wanted us to remember this. At first Harry had absolutely no idea what had happened. It was as if someone had opened a spigot and he was being flooded with warm water. Then Kim burst into tears.

As usual.

I´ll let the following unsporked: "Oh my god!" she cried. "I'm so sorry professor. I've had to go for hours and he wouldn't let me use... I can't believe... Oh, I could just die..." "Calm down," Harry said, as usual maintaining his equanimity. "I'm just glad to know that it wasn't just me that caused such a reaction." In spite of everything, Kim couldn't help but laugh through her tears. "Ben did the same thing to me yesterday," Harry said with a laugh. "Just hold on to me tight until it's all out." Harry turned his back to the balance of the group that were now getting into cabs, as the torrent of warm liquid continued to stream out of Kim. "Harry, what are you and Kim doing?" Hermione shouted. "We have to hurry." "Just give us a moment," Harry begged. "We have some unfinished business." Finally, when the flow eventually subsided, Harry allowed Kim to slip to the ground. He waved his hands over Kim as he spoke an enchantment and then did the same to himself. Kim watched her professor in awe. She knew he was a great wizard but did not realize he was proficient in wandless magic.

This is the first we ever see him do it - if I remember correctly - and he is doing it in a scene like THIS.

"That should do it," Harry said, grabbing Kim hand and running toward the cab. "We better hurry before they leave without us." Harry jumped into the front seat next to the driver and Kim slid into the back with Brian and his father. As Kim settled herself next to Brian, he sniffed the air and then turned to her. "How in the world can you spend the day hiking in a tropical forest, then going through what we just went through and still smell as fresh and clean as if you just stepped out of a shower?" Brian asked.

Uuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhh fooorreeeeshaaadooowing "I don't know," Kim said, as she shrugged her shoulders and smiled at Harry who had turned around in his seat and was now grinning at her.

I´m pretty sure this won´t be relevant later, trust me!

* * * * *

"Don't you guys have any common sense?!" Jamie asked Emily, Caitlin and Kim once they returned to their rooms. Harry and Hermione had been asked, along with the parents of the other youths involved, to join the captain. "This isn't Britain. These people could have chucked you in jail and thrown away the key. What would you have had Harry and Hermione do then - magic you out?"

Well, they are witches, so probably yes - especially considering how powerful Caitlin is, despite how often this gets forgotten. "I never thought we'd be arrested," Emily said. "That's the problem with you! YOU! NEVER! THINK! Sometimes I'm embarrassed to admit that you're my sister," Jamie said, frustration evident in her voice.

This is one of the very few times where Jamie Sue actually speaks common sense. "Emily wasn't the only one," Caitlin said defensively. "We all did it." "Then you should all be very proud of yourselves!" she roared. "Because of you, the departure of the ship was delayed for over an hour and, once again, Harry finds himself groveling at the feet of that effing captain."

Why don´t they just use magic? "It wasn't our fault the owls chose now to deliver the letters from Hogwarts," Emily argued. "No that wasn't," Jamie admitted, "but what happened today was most certainly within your power to prevent. Laws are laws and they must be obeyed whether we like them or not. I detest clothes as greatly as you, but there are times when we have no choice but to wear them." "But that isn't fair," Emily protested. " LIFE ISN'T ALWAYS FAIR, AND THE WORLD DOESN'T REVOLVE AROUND YOU!" Jamie retorted. "The sooner you find that out, the better off we'll all be."

Emily sulked as she tried to think of a way to change the subject. "So what did you and Felicite do today while we were getting ourselves arrested?" she asked.

Waaaay to change the subject. "We spent most of the day at the hospital with her sister, Monica," Jamie answered still rather hotly, but she was beginning to cool down.. "Why? What happened to her?" Kim, who had been sitting quietly, asked. "She has a broken ankle," Jamie answered in disappointment. "But she was going to dance in the ship's talent competition," Caitlin shrieked. "How did she go about breaking her ankle?" "She didn't," Jamie replied, anger evident in her voice. "She was laying on the beach and had actually just dozed off, when a girl playing Frisbee stepped on her ankle and then ran off." "Hold on," Emily cried, as tears of blood ran down her pale face. "Haven't I heard this story before?" "Yeah." Caitlin agreed. "That's how Roz's friends tried to knock Felicite out of the competition last year. That's just too much of a coincidence." "Felicite and I agree," Jamie said, "especially considering that the girl doing the stepping seems to roughly fit Roz's description."

Of course. "What are Monica parents going to do about it? Roz can't be allowed to get away with this!" Emily declared. "Unfortunately there were no witnesses, and Monica never got a good look at the girl's face," Jamie said disgustedly. "She was in dreadful pain." "It had to have been Roz," Caitlin said shaking her head. "She's eliminating the strongest competition so that her niece has a better chance of winning. If only I had been there, perhaps I could have healed it."

What a lazy way to prevent Caitlin from using her powers. "Too late for that now," Jamie said shrugging her shoulders. "Perhaps it's best you weren't there. We've drawn too much attention to ourselves already on this cruise." "I thought she was different," Kim said downheartedly. "It was my idea for us to befriend Angel. She is just like Roz - cheating so she can win a stupid contest and not caring who she hurts in the process."

As you can see, this is building up for a massive *~* Misunderstanding *~* "Sad part is that it will probably work," Jamie said disgustingly. "I've seen the tryouts, and the only real competition Angel had was Monica." Cut for boring. They talk Kim into performing at the contest.

"I don't think I've ever met such a miserable man," Hermione said, as she and Harry discussed their meeting with the captain. "He makes Captain Blye seem like a pussy cat." "I think I'd prefer to be keel hauled rather than meet with him again," Harry said wincingly.

The saviors of wizardkind, everyone. "There for a while, I thought he was going to have us all walk the plank," Hermione laughed. "He wanted to throw us off the ship. I could see it in his eyes," Harry said. "But he would have had to do it to all the families involved, and I doubt he could have justified that to his superiors."

Again: Why not using magic? "I understand him being upset, but even he admitted that the lost time could be made up," Hermione said. "I'm just thankful that the St. Kitts' judge was understanding. If it had been up to that perverted cop, the kids would be doing time."

Of course.

But again, what exactly stopped Caitlin from hyperempathising the cop like she did with that gang of rapists in Florida? "What about the girls?" Harry asked. "We can't just ignore this." "I have an idea," Hermione suggested. "It will cost us a little money, but I think it will be well worth it to make the punishment fit the crime."

Uuuhhh...what cruel punishment could fall on the Sues?

* * * * *

Day Six, Saturday, August 13, 2005, Barbados ...and passengers are reminded again that public nudity is against the law in Barbados."

Oh the horror! "I don't know about you guys," Emily declared, "but I don't think I'm even going to bother leaving the ship today; it's not worth the aggravation." "Sometimes you make me laugh," Kim said. "Why do you make such a big deal about wearing a swim costume, especially when yours is practically nonexistent?" "It's just the principle," Emily stated. "I'm still being forced to wear it."

As you see, the punishment is that they are forced to wear swimwear! "I wonder if Bonnie is going ashore today?" Kim questioned. "I'd like to ask her about helping me with a routine." "In that case, we should find the recreation director and see if you can still get in the contest. Then I suggest we head for the pool," Caitlin said. "Professor Weasley and Bonnie spend most of their time there playing chess."

* * * * *

Cut for boring.

Bonnie agrees to help Kim, while ogling her.

"What do you think Mum and Dad want to see us about?" Emily asked. "I'm sure it has something to do with yesterday's fiasco," Caitlin answered. "They probably want to insure that there isn't a similar occurrence today." "I'm amazed they didn't punish us; at least shout at us," Kim remarked.

Way to tempt fate. "They seldom yell, but they do have a knack of making you feel really bad; like you let them down big time," When the hell did they ever do that? Especially to Caitlin? Caitlin explained. "We should have never hiked nude." "I still don't see that we did anything so dreadful," Emily grumbled. "Everything would have been fine if that cop hadn't 'gone off the deep end' with us. It was outlandish the way he paraded us around, not even letting you take a pee." She looked intently at Kim. "How in the world did you manage to hold it so long? Emily asked. "Why you didn't even sprint to the bathroom when we got back to the ship. You must have the strongest bladder in the world." "Not quite," Kim responded, a ruby glow covering her face, but she didn't comment any further. "Oh look! Here come your parents. It looks like they've been shopping."

See? Harry and Hermione both had a devilish look on their face as they approached the girls. Hermione was holding Benjamin, who appeared to be snacking on the run.

More breast fixation, because of course. "We wanted to talk to you girls before you went ashore today," Hermione started, continuing to feed Ben. "Don't worry Mum," Emily interrupted. "We learned our lesson yesterday. Kim has rehearsal with Bonnie this afternoon, so we're just going to go have a quick look-see, but we'll be wearing our swim costumes." Emily had been clutching hers in her hand and held it up. "You most certainly will," Harry said, "but not that one. Your mother and I decided to buy all of you new swim costumes to be worn ashore for the balance of the trip."

DUNN DUNN DUNNNNNNNNN

"But Antigua and St. Maarten allow nudity," Caitlin said timidly. "This is your punishment for what occurred yesterday," Hermione said. "If you wear these today and tomorrow without argument, Harry and I will reconsider allowing you to go nude on St. Maarten on Monday." As Hermione handed the identical swimsuits to the girls, they were acknowledged by three completely different reactions. From Caitlin's expression, it was evident that she didn't like the costume, but was willing to accept it as her punishment. Kim seemed to like the attire and was thrilled that they were all the same. Then there was Emily.

Clothes, oh the horror!

Cut for boring. The girls return to the ship, and Kim says this, indicating her assimilation:

"You know what I've found to be most extraordinary?" Kim asked, but then went on without waiting for an answer. "It seems that people watch you more when you're wearing a costume than when your not. It's like they are waiting, hoping to see something they're not supposed to see. When you're naked they certainly check you out more thoroughly, but then they seem to go about their business realizing that they've seen all there is to see." Cut for a boring scene with Samantha and Jim.

"Harry, am I a sex fanatic?" Hermione asked as they lay sunning near the pool, Ben sleeping contently next to her in his basinet.

Yes, given how sex obsessed everyone is here. "Not that I can tell," he said, "but I'd have no complaints if you turned into one. That's assuming, of course, that I'd be the object of your lust. What exactly brought about this topic of conversation?" "I was just laying here looking at you, and I suddenly had the strongest urge to take you in my mouth and pleasure you here and now in full view of all these people."

Who talks like that? "Damn you, Hermione Jane," Harry cursed as he quickly rolled over onto his stomach. "You know full well that you'd never do any such thing in public. The only reason you said that was to see if it would cause a reaction. Are you happy?"

No. "I'd be happier if you hadn't rolled over and hid," she confessed. "You know I love seeing you naked and hard."

-____- "Will you kindly change the subject?

Thank you. "Okay, I think Kim has a school girl crush on you," Hermione said. "Kim? I hardly think so," Harry said lightly. "She might think of me as a father figure, since her real step dad was horrible, but nothing more."

The closest we ever kind of see of that is the last peeing scene. Otherwise we never see anything alluding to that.

With that said, the whole thing seems then even more creepy. "She was certainly holding on to you tightly enough the other night," Hermione said. "Now that you mention it, I guess one could say that she was showering me with her affection." Harry laughed. "Hermione, Kim hadn't peed all day. The poor girl was about to burst. When I lifted her into my arms to hasten for the cab, she lost all control. I stood there holding her, trying to hide the fact that she was inundating me with what seemed like a gallon of pee." "Oh my! The poor thing must have been mortified, and you..." Hermione just stared at Harry lovingly. "You just continued to hold her and then did a cleansing charm on you both. You had no intentions of telling me, did you?"

Why would he? Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry for prying it out of you." Hermione thought a bit and then chuckled. "Since the two of you have been intimate enough to share a shower, has she told you what her talent will be in the contest?" "No," Harry laughed. "That seems to be a well protected secret. Even Ron declined to tell me what's going on. All I know is that she is doing a combination song and dance." "Kim is extremely fortunate that a professional dancer is willing to take time away from her vacation to lend her a hand."

Why does this sound so wrong?

Cut for boring.

It ends with this:

"I'm having the same feelings," Hermione said, sorrowfully. "Emily and Caitlin are both becoming young women. I'm proud of them both, but I wish I could have shared more of their little girl years." "Me too!" Harry agreed desolately.

This sounds so creepy.

Meanwhile, Ron is having a erection problem, and Sam doesnt now how to fix it. Then Jamie Sue shows up and decides to help them.

"Look, I know this is none of my business," Jamie said swimming up to them, "but it's apparent you guys have a problem. May I help?" "I'm not sure what you can do to help," Sam said. "I talked Ron into getting in here and now we seem to be trapped." "How strong are you Professor?" Jamie asked. "Do you think you could carry both Sam and me at the same time?"

This sounds so wrong -__- "That is probably the only benefit to being a werewolf," Ron whispered nervously. "We have incredible strength. But I don't see how my physical prowess will help in this situation." "My dad had a bad habit of getting aroused at the most inopportune time," Jamie explained. This must be running in the family. "Mum and I, or if Mum wasn't around, Emily and I would often shield him -__- until he could get out of view. When it was Emily, and I we pretended to be fooling around. Emily would hang on his back and he would carry me against his front. To anyone that was watching it looked like he was carrying me off and Emily was trying to stop him."

This sounds so creepy :S Sam looked at Jamie and then at Ron. "What do you think Ron? Could you do it? We'll pretend to fool around, and then you can grab me in your arms and carry me off right up the pool steps and down that empty passageway." She pointed to a passageway beyond the steps. "Jamie will hang on your back covering your rear. Once were out of eye sight, Jamie can run back for the towels." "I don't know," said Ron reluctantly, as he watched some more people occupy chairs around the pool. "I don't have any better ideas and if we don't do something soon, I'll be stuck here all day." "Just one thing," Jamie added. "I'm sure we'd all be more comfortable doing this the way Sam described, but since I've got some experience with this, it might be better if I cover the front." Ron looked around. Even more people were arriving, and now some were starting to enter the pool. "I... I... Sam she's done this before. I just want to get out of here," he said, now definitely in a panic. "Okay," Jamie said. "Don't waste time. I'm going to scream and splash you. Immediately pick me up, but don't hold me in your arms. That won't hide enough. Pick me up by my bottom and hold me tightly against you."

Jamie didn't give either Sam or Ron a chance to argue. She stood directly in front of Ron and gave a fake scream as she began to splash him with water. Almost forgetting either of them was nude, Ron reached his arms around Jamie, and lifted her off the bottom of the pool. "Don't think about anything," Jamie encouraged Ron, as she pretended to still horseplay and Sam leaped onto his back. "Just head for those steps." As they neared the steps, Jamie realized that Ron wasn't holding her tight enough, his erect penis would be clearly visible when they got above the water line. Without wavering, she grabbed it, forced it upward between their stomachs and then wrapped hers arms tightly around Ron to hold it in place.

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK No one said a word until they reached the shelter of the passageway. By that point, Ron's concentration on keeping up the charade caused him to return to a flaccid state. "I'll run back for the towels," Sam said. "I believe it's safe to put me down now," Jamie said with a smile. "Sorry about grabbing you, but it was somewhat on display."

I hate this fic. "You weren't uncomfortable doing that at all, were you." Ron said more as a statement than a question. He was obviously embarrassed that she had to grab that part of his anatomy. "No, not really," Jamie said coolly as Sam ran up to them and handed Ron his towel. "It's difficult to explain, but Emily and I were brought up in an atmosphere totally alien to most people. What do you think of first when I say naked or nude? Please be honest."

.....here we go again. Ron turned pink and after some dithering said, "Sex." "Don't be embarrassed; that's what most people would answer. Our society has come to equate nudity with sex. Emily and I would have both answered 'comfort'. It's the same if you mention penis or vagina. Most people immediately think of sex, despite the fact that people urinate a lot more from those areas than they have sex with them. Professor, until you can purge sex from your definition of nudity, I doubt you'll ever be able to enjoy the naturist lifestyle. You must be completely assimilated!” Jamie checked her watch. "I have to go meet my friends; enjoy St. Maarten." Ron watched until Jamie turned the corner and then turned to Sam. "They should have her teaching sex education, not me."

And in a few chapters, she says she barely knows about bodily functions. This makes no sense. Again. "I'm sure the boys would like that; she'd most likely teach the class in the nude," Sam said. "On second thought they might not like it; she'd doubtlessly require the students be naked, as well." "I think she nailed my problem though," Ron said, a look of self-disgust on his face. "I can't think of nudity without thinking of sex."

I´ll already say this: There is going to be like an entire chapter about such a class, and it goes nowhere. End of Chapter Five

Sorry no cliff this time, but so as to not completely disappoint you; I've included a teaser from chapter 6.

The teaser is nothing special.

As I was writing the last chapters of Hogwarts Too Exposed, I couldn't wait to write about the cruise; now I can't wait for it to be over and get back to Hogwarts. For those of you that feel similar, I have good news. We will be returning to the all-magical village of Hogsmeade by the conclusion of chapter six.

Yeah, but till we get to that point, we still have way too much filler of the cruise. The fact that the first 6 chapters are nothing but filler speaks for itself.

#Hogwarts Exposed #Hogwarts Overexposed #Hogwarts Exposed sporking #Harry Potter #Neil #Hermione Granger #Jamie Zacherley #Caitlin Garrison #Kim Thatcher #Emily Zacherley #bad fanfiction #Samantha Bowman #Ron Weasley #Mary Sue #Mary Sues

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neurotic-nimrod · 4 years

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How I Almost Didn’t Write a Book

While I’ve much still left to report on from the last Portugal jaunt, as well as the result of a flurry of remote tasting events in the wake of Covid-19 SIP sipping, I did promise to get some thoughts onto virtual paper regarding the upcoming book(s), and so… well… here they are.

First, we can completely shatter the misconception that writing a book is a lonely, solitary endeavor. I have lost count of the number of editing phases and talented people involved in the creation of the pair of books I’ve got coming to market next month. While any mistakes in te manuscript are almost certainly my fault, I feel good that said errors would have had to get by several pairs of eyes from dedicated folks in specialized editing roles at Callisto Media en route to publication. For the most part, those people all made the process go more smoothly and efficiently than I ever imagined, and allowed me to focus the vast majority of my efforts where they could actually result in something productive – writing the content. I had input but thankfully very little responsibility when it comes to the structural and visual aspects of the books (which, unless you want to see Iron Maiden graphics or something, is a really good thing).

Probably the most interesting thing that I can tell you about writing the books, however, is that I came incredibly close to just not writing them at all…

For years, many people who I am lucky enough to call colleagues and friends have pestered encouraged me to write a book. My response, in summary, could have been abbreviated as NFW.

I have known dozens of people who have written books, and not one of them has ever said that they loved doing it. The short version of their tales all sounded nearly identical: a sh*t-ton of work to produce something of which they could feel proud, receive almost no help whatsoever from their publishing company, hawk the book almost entirely themselves, and collect next to no money for all of their efforts.

Sure, there’s the “bUt tHe eXpOsUrE aNd aUtHoRiTy!” argument, but at this point in my career in the wine world, I needed neither.

Combine that knowledge with the fact that I felt that the world hardly needed any more wine books at this point, and I skeptically just deleted the first email that I got from Callisto asking if I’d be interested in writing a beginner’s book about wine.

N.F.W.

By the time that I received a followup from Callisto, I’d forgotten about the first one, but had in the interim resolved to be more open to work pitches coming my way, mostly due to the fact that the gig economy under the current presidential administration completely sucks donkey bong, and I needed work. So I parked the skepticism temporarily and we scheduled a call.

Man, am I lucky that they sent that second email.

Callisto allayed my concerns within a few minutes. Sorry, but you’re wrong about the world not needing another beginner’s wine book, they told me; part of their unique business model is that they research book topics that people want but currently cannot find, so they knew there was already a market for the spin that they were putting on the book. Also, I wouldn’t be working on the book sales, I get contracted to write the book as part of a collaborative team of designers, editors, and illustrators. I get paid just as those fine folks would get paid – based on the work, not on having to collect a tiny percentage of sales.

And so we have yet another example (not that we needed it) that outside of the topic of wine I knew precious little about what I had been saying for years.

Go figure.

The other interesting tidbit about the book: following the lead of the book’s main editor, I adopted a position of “insane usefulness.” I.e., if the content wasn’t potentially insanely useful to the reader, then it was going to be subjected to extremely merciless editing. Sure, my voice would be there, but its hyper-verbosity was absolutely going to be toned down in service to the reader.

Everything in the Wine Taster’s Guide needed to be useful. I wanted any random page to which someone might flip that didn’t consist of a splash page/picture to have the potential to edu-tain the reader (and in those cases, the caption needed to be useful). Even the descriptions of the wines in the tastings needed to teach something. This is a bit exhausting, but I think that the results (though not my mental health) are better for it.

Did we meet that goal? I guess we’ll soon see…

Cheers!

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ahnamission-blog · 7 years

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the truth

im supposed to stay strong, maybe im supposed to say nothing. it’s odd because i can rant and type and talk about anything but when it comes to you its a different story. i doubt you’ll ever even read this, but in the rare case you did- i would hope i had taken the chance, taken a risk to actually put out there what you mean to me. you will know exactly who you are if you ever read this, there could never be another you. the truth is im scared right now, even typing behind a computer screen, wondering if you could hear this, wondering if you heard all of this. i just want you to know i did it all for you, and i would do it all again. im still holding back, i guess this is what they talk about when i read all those inspirational quotes (and yes im procrastinating) those quotes that say, your life begins at the end of your comfort zone. well talking about you, or to you, or the possibility that you could hear or read this is definitely way past my comfort zone so i figure, i have nothing to lose. i already lost you being in my life, even as a friend. and im 29, everything has changed....life completely changed and its been a massive, overwhelming blessing to know this all wasn’t in vain and to know that im part of something bigger than myself and to know that you helped me learn so much and see past the blinders i had on. and i can never repay you for that. and the truth is, even though this path has been hard, trying, lonely, confusing at times and ultimately life changing...., honestly earth shattering in some parts of it, to learn that the majority of my existence was a lie and a sham, that i was the last to know everything, that at 29 im just starting to see what reality is...and all these people say im so green to it- im thankful to know it finally, the curiosity was within me for a reason and you gave me the truth i needed, you gave me my life, but when i found out....it wasn’t my life, it was a lie- but then to learn that you were always the truth....and that now i have the chance to actually live, and love, and choose kindness rather than anger like you always did for me, and be a good person, and try to help wake people up - just trying to do something that extends beyond myself. ....despite all the ups and downs of all of it, and this unconditional love that my heart feels for yours, and the fact that you have someone else and the fact that i am truly happy for you as long as you’re happy because truly that’s all that matters to me is that you are happy. i would do it all again in an instant, no questions asked (this time), no matter what this world sees or thinks or perceives us as can never take away the fact that you were the one real thing that existed in my life- and i lost you, because of myself. i was selfish, unkind and so crazy. you helped me through the darkest parts of my life and myself, my mind could not comprehend what my heart was experiencing from you. i had been in relationships for a decade, long term and they always failed, i was always chasing something that wasn’t meant to be and then outta nowhere there was you and you were and are to this day the kindest and best person i ever knew. but, through the darkest parts of myself...the parts i didnt even know existed- you stayed through those. for some reason, you did. my family didn’t even stay through those, relationships i had put years into didnt stay through it....friends i had known since i was 7 didnt stay through that shit. but you did. you should know undoubtedly you are and were the best thing that happened to me, and there hasn’t been one day since meeting you that i have went without you in my mind. after knowing you, i didn’t honestly care what happened to me, i fell back to what broke me and let it break me even worse- i just needed something, anything to avoid the reality that i fucked up and lost my best friend. the fact that you weren’t in my life anymore was - well, it still leaves me speechless. i know you want space, i dont want to disrespect your wishes, but something is different about today, actualizing that i could have died that day- what would i want to say? i would tell you all of this, that youre the best person i ever met, that i dont know why you stayed with me, that i am so thankful that you fought to teach me to love myself, im so thankful for everything you taught me, the power of now, reincarnation and twin flames and soul mates and you started my soul on this journey that i cant get enough of, i only wish you were part of it. this is my most vulnerable, this is the real me and this is my heart and its still yours like its been since the first time you drove on that blunt cruise and i looked over at you and for the first time in almost a decade i felt safe and comfortable with a man, and you were just so different. and i never thought you would ever see beauty in me. i have written poems, endless diary entries about you. your eyes. and just your presence, i wonder what youre like now. i wonder if you still play the dijiridoo, if you moved, if youre happy, if you like your job whatever it is, how your family is, if you still wanna be a shaman, if you can hear all this, if this consciousness is really real and im actually not batshit crazy, if were twin flames, if you care, if you don’t. if you’re listening, if you’re sick of hearing me talk if you can hear this at all. i hope youre still happy and silly and fun and living a life you absolutely love. i hope everything is working out for you and that the universe has blessed you with all the happiness you deserve. i wonder if you have these intense dreams and what it all means, i wish i could just listen to you and learn like it used to be. i hope its not weird to say things about relationships its just that i say it out of context, like “wow i spent blah blah years with so & so and in 2 months this guy (you) had me completely unraveled, wrapped around your finger” i can honestly say i never loved anyone the way i loved you, i only wish that maybe i could have shown my insecurity as that, my inability to accept true love because i didnt think i deserved it, rather than driving you up a wall. but i honestly hope you are happy now. i miss you, more than i ever knew i could miss anyone. but once again, you are just you and always take me by surprise. idk i guess i was just hoping after all this stuff thats happened that we were meant to be together, star crossed lovers and that you could look in my eyes again and it would just be like it was when we were laying down in your bed and you looked at me and asked me if i ever felt this way before and i said no and we just kissed and it was indescribeable, like home. and i just miss you so much, it feels like the best part of me is gone. and i would give anything.....its like the better half of me is just somewhere out on this earth and just knowing you exist and youre out there, i feel so lost without you. and this is where people say or think oh you’re substituting someone else for a deficit of self love but its not true. i love myself. and i love you, unconditionally. i love you unconditionally and there is no condition in which i couldnt love you or wouldnt, there is nothing you could do or say that would make it not be so. it is, what it is and it will always be there and as long as you are a happy man my heart is happy that yours has found contentment. though i miss you more than there are stars in the skies and grains of sands in the ocean, there is nothing that is more important to me than your happiness and i wish we were in each others lives so i could look in your eyes and say that all to you, that i am so endebted for all you taught me and gave to me, and that you’re such a strong person and i look up to you so much and im sorry i wasnt better and i was so broken and i never meant to hurt you or anyone at all, but especially you when all you did was try to fix me. im so sorry i went back to him, it was idiotic and theres no logic to it. but all i ever have done since you is compare everyone to you and no one has come close. i wish you were here, i wish we could text like that one day when the car was stranded and you were so nice still. and you always are. but i am just so surprised because i just thought we were a perfect fit and i just thought we were just destined to find each others eyes again in a crowd and that we would be like those songs that say climbing every wall to find you and all those songs you gave me that helped me through all the hardest nights, and i dont know what im doing but i hope im doing an ok job and i hope its helping and making a difference. and i wonder how long you knew about all this stuff when we were together and i knew about none of it, the left side and the right side and all the lies, and all the pain and the boundaries of the mind and spirit we have to surpass. and my life has changed 180 degrees since you and i just wish you could be here to share it with me, even as friends and just give you the biggest hug because youre such a wonderful person. and so many people think im crazy and mentally disordered and all of these things just for loving you or caring at all or not giving up. should i give up? because ive been trying to fear not, and keep calm and carry on and the best is yet to come and saying all these positive quotes and stuff, because its like honestly duolingo is the best part of my day and how do you make me laugh when im so down and how do you always know the exact right song i need and all those basshunter songs and the CD you made and all the time you put into the description of each song and just smiling as i read it and looking over at you and you were just snoozing. and just being at lisas and waking you up because i was afraid of ghosts and you were angry and a little grump but you got your little bag of some prescription drug manual that was like pocket sized and was grumbling in the car and upset but you went with me to make me happy and you were just the sweetest thing in the entire universe and the wine and the roses and i just didnt think all of this could have so many deeper meanings and the synchronicities and im always in these dreams trying to find my way back to you and there was that dream and you were a phoenix. i miss you. i am so sorry i hurt you. i am so sorry i was so stupid and reckless with your heart when you never were with mine, i just dont understand why things are this way right now what about liesl and po and all the bunnies and all the stuff you help me see and all the random times you hop around and do things and then youre gone again and then i thought we were finding our way back to each other and then you have a girlfriend and i just was beside myself and took sleep medicine and i know attachment is like something were not supposed to be having or doing or i should be evolving past it but dont we love each other like more than all of this bullshit thats around us? i mean i tried to stab myself to get home to you because i thought that was what was happening, and then im still here and the light playing when the phone was underwater when i was going to stab myself in the bath and im not trying to guilt trip you or say you owe me anythjing but i just thought loki and mia. pepper. hops. tortuga. conejo. mi corozon. was i wrong? was this all in my head? did i just make a fool of myself to wake up the world and end up alone? idk cuz i guess then at least other people are happy and awakened and get a chance to find love and someone who completes them and i mean that. i would be happy for them. but its just all thats been happening this past year,all the dog comments and fat jokes and stabs at my weight, or my face, or an animal comment or the sloppy joe comments or the cupof joe commetns or the half price book comments and im just fighting for us, im fighting for you, i would do anything for you, i would die for you. am i supposed to live for you or something like in the joker and harley quinn thing when he says wuld you die for me, no no no thats too easy, would you live for me? and she says yes and jumps in the ACME bowl of random goo or something. what am i supposed to be doing? because im trying to do whatever my purpose is but i have no idea what that is and i thought because of duolingo that you were like maybe into me or something or maybe just messing with my head but asking me to play along so you could get peoples attention and wake them up and all this stuff but i dont know youre a really confusing person and idk, i just wish we were talking thats all. i was so happy to talk to you in the at&t store and i told you i still love you and you never replied and i was just wondering what you thought about that and then we started talking when i got a new number and then you went away again and im not trying to be disrespectful of your requests and im kinda over tired and maybe this is sounding over needy or selfish or annoying or like a broken record or something that makes you feel like you cant be free or like im trying to force something but its just that arturo was like, its like he was you in a different form. and then angie and it was like you were there and i dont let anyone see me like this but you and now everyone knows and its like have they always heard? did they just hear us through everything? when were intimate? in duolingo? in prayers? when we or you wanna play? has the whole world or all the awakened people just heard everything thats between us and idk now youre with somebody else? i just dont know i was hoping you would think i was pretty or interesting or have some reason to look my way or take a second thought that i might be different and changed and actually good for you or something. but its like you helped me through everything, and the stabbing and everything changed after that and all the noises in that big tv and i dont care what they think they already think im a loose cannon or some schizophrenic biatch who needs to be put in a padded room but its like ive been in the hospital 4 times and like isnt that because we share dual consciousness or something? duality? like the something masculine and feminine, the divine feminine and masculine. and all the stuff about twin flames and soul mates and the incense and the candles lighting up and the songs adding to the play list and the rift in the space time continnuum and all the people on bikes down lake shore drive and all the music that night and the power of now adding more pages and all the visitors of moths and signs and synchronicity and the left sided people and the right sided people and like how i wrote all those things but it wasnt me it was like you or something and then you fuck with me sometimes and i dont know if youre just using me to wake people up or youre hoping i trust you or the universe or something but im sorry that im such a neaurotic and paranoid person and am so used to being fucked over and talked badly about and talked down to and i expect lies and to have my own back. but to be honest i have no idea what im doing all i know is i thought i would stab myself and we would meet in heaven or something but im still here and theres all these signs of you around but youre not here and does your family still hate m? i have changed. i hope youll give me a chance one day or something even as friends and im sorry this is so long its way longer than i meant to go and youre probably annoyed or asleep or upset that i didnt respect your wishes to leave you be because a friendship just wont work out and isnt worth it to you right now but - where did you go. whrerever you are i hope its better than my life, i tried to start over but it seems so many people hate me or are rude to me from my past and im scared to meet new people because most of them seem to already have some idea of who i am or think im an asshole when all these thoughts just barrage my brain and i cant control half of them but they’re all mean cruel judgments and i feel like im disappearing into one big collective ocean and my little wave is just a little itty bitty dude and hes about to just become this massive ocean and i dont know which way is up without you. i miss you. i wish you would give me a chance to see im different. i wish you could come over to the apartment and i would make you bacon and just listen to you or something and we could just cuddle and be close and look into each others eyes and be happy because the worst is over and we can finally be free and be ourselves and be together and know all the songs really were for us and we made it and we won because we got each other. i dont know why youre not here, im sorryi try to be strong but i miss you and your eyes and your feets and the song screenshots and our late convos and making love in random places and you bringing me a dandelion and sharing headphones on a hill and even our stupid fights and you throwing your phone at the computer chair cuz of snapchat and kara saying we have to find better things to fight about, idk its stupid but i would rather fight with you then be with anyone else. but i would never fight with you. idk. maybe i said too much but i gotta have a backbone and post this because everyones already heard it and this can affect more than us and maybe in some weird way this will help wake people up idk all i know is my left and right sides of my body seem at war and i love you.

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