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myowncase · 2 years

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AGREEMENT- B.B AU

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“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Natasha screams as she enters the door walking towards him. “Hello to you too, Natasha” Bucky said, looking in her direction.

“Care to explain why you have to do that to her, Break her heart like it's nothing”

> Pairing | Roommate Best friend Bucky x FemReader (Stark!Reader)

> Angst, Fluff at the end, Bucky asked for a favour, Roommate Bucky

> Warnings: Cursing, Mention of being drunk, James barnes?, (Please let me know if there are other warnings i missed out)

> Word Count | 4932

(This is my own work, I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR BEING RE-UPLOADED IN ANY OTHER WEBSITES) you can share it though..

I proof read this, any mistakes in this work is my fault. Please let me know i'm still learning hehe

----4 months ago

“C’mon Cassie..” he whined whilst following her

“Jamie were not in high school anymore” she answers,

“Cassie, Please I just need her to be jealous and see that she really still loves me” Her back facing him she took a deep breath. She has loved this guy ever since they met in college and now graduated became roommates because of convenience.

Plates clacking on each other as she washed the dishes “i'll do the dishes for a month!” he said moving to her side. She just side-eyed his attempt to make her say yes.

He and his girlfriend just broke up because they wanted different things. Connie wants to be free and see the world not wanting to be held down by a relationship.

“Cassie pleaseeee” he said, she looked at him and saw the desperation in his eyes. “Why me, Jamie?” she asked, wiping her hands and crossing it in front of her chest “Because i know you and trust you doll” he reasoned, She was adamant on saying yes to her friend. “Can you ask someone else?” she asked.

“No...Wanda has vis, Natasha has Maria, you're single and my best friend so c’mon!” he said, shaking her shoulders. “Ok..okay stop” she said pushing him away an immediate smile can be seen on his face “Wait..really?” she just nodded, he jumped in joy and hugged her. “Thank you doll” he said whilst still hugging her. He lets go and looks at her face kissing her cheek aggressively making her cringe.

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“Why the hell would you agree to that, Cass” Wanda said, hitting her arm.

“Ouch!” she said, rubbing her arm. “He looked desperate,”

“And you... out of all people think it’s a good idea to act like James bucky Barnes girlfriend, after being in love with him for... oh I don't know four years!?”

She knew it wasn't a good idea. She knew this would break her but she has been in love with her best friend ever since the first day of college but never had the courage to say anything. Because she was always just the “best friend”. In college females would throw themselves at Bucky but only one girl had him whipped and that was connie. And for the entirety of her college life Bucky was in a relationship and she accepted that even though it broke her heart. Only Natasha and Wanda knowing of her secret she tried to move on and she did not until they became roommates after college living together made her realise that she still loves him.

“And now what?” Wanda said, getting her out of her thoughts.

‘I don't know.” she answers

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Four months of making Connie jealous, all the acts that Bucky does to her doesn't go unnoticed. He would even be sweet even behind doors.

10:30 pm

“You look beautiful today, Cassie” he said walking towards her kissing her forehead before walking past her. Those small compliments make her stomach twist trying not to smile at his comment.

“You have plans today?” he asked as he put water in his glass.

“Yeah Natasha is home for a while, she asked to have a girl’s night” She said while she rummaged in her bag. He knows what girls night is. It's usually a night where she comes home with a guy kissing her even before they get in her room.

“Oh..yeah i forgot she’s home” he said..”Can i come?” He's attempting to stay with her and make sure she doesn’t come home with a male on her side. After just a few months of pretending to be in a relationship, Bucky has become protective and maybe possessive of her. He was confused with the feeling and thought “why am i feeling like I need her all to myself”.

“No can do Jamie, it's called Girls night, for a reason” she said waving her hand in the air. “I'll be home in about…” she said looking at her watch as if she's thinking.”About morning..” she looked back at him with a huge smile on her face. She then started walking towards the door before being stopped by a hand on her wrist. “Be home early Cassandra and you better not be wasted cause I don't wanna take care of your mess” he said but in reality he doesn't want her to be drunk enough to come home with a different guy.

“Can’t promise sir..” she said smiling at him and heading out for the night..

1:00 am

He was pacing back and forth waiting for his phone to ring. He had messaged her to call if she was coming home so that he could pick her up. But that was an hour ago and she hasn't replied to him after that “okay”.

A few more minutes later the doorbell rang inside their shared apartment. He immediately got up from the couch running towards the door. Even tripping on his way, he opened the door to see her in the arms of another man, He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw shaking his head in the scenario that was happening in front of him. “Hey man can we come in, she said she lives here” the guy said.

“Yeah she can come in” he said as he took her from his grip. “But you can go home” he said, closing the door “Why did you do that?” she asked drunkenly.

“Let's get you fixed Cassandra” he said walking her up to her room placing her gently on her bed.

“I hate you” she said, making him look at her.. “I hate that I actually fucking love you..” she said looking at him in the most sober state she could.

“Cassandra you're drunk, c’mon get your shoes off” he said trying to help her out with her shoes.”I'm serious James!” she said, pushing him away and getting up.

“Ive been fucking in love with you for god knows how long” Her voice cracking as she talks about how long she has been in love with her best-friend.

“Cassandra..” he said slowly approaching her for her to only step back. “I know James it's wrong..I know but I tried and I did move on from you while you were happy with Connie but when we became roommates it started again. My love for you started again and being in love with your best friend is wrong but-” she was cut by his lips being on hers gently kissing her, his hands cupping each side of her cheeks caressing them. Her hands went behind his neck deepening the kiss. They let go for some air placing their foreheads on each other his eyes focused on her. “I love you too, Cassie,” he said.

--The morning after that night

She wakes up covered in the most comfortable blanket covering her naked body under it. She remembers the night of her and Bucky making love for most of the night before falling asleep in her bed. She rolls around to see an empty space next to her.

She gets up and puts clothes on before walking out of her room “James?” She enters the living room to see a woman facing her back towards her and James in front of the woman. She already knew who it was..It was connie.

“Hey Cass” she says happily getting up from her seat and hugging her. Cassandra’s glossy eyes fixed on Bucky. His head down fidgeting on his fingers before looking and seeing the disbelief on her face.

“It's so good to see you again” connie said letting her go from the embrace, Cassandra gave out a fake smile and just nodded. “Your back” was the only thing that came out from her mouth. Connie walked back beside James wrapping her arms around him, the same action done by James.

She blinks the tears back that were threatening to come out. “Me and Bucky have been talking and I realised that I still love him. That's why I decided to come here and talk …I actually thought that you two were together..” she said looking back at Bucky with a smile as he replied to her.

She looked at the couple happily looking at each other. She shakes her head down and composed herself. “That's nonsense…Jamie’s my—my best friend” she replied.

“That's exactly what he said” she said with her high pitched voice. She just nodded. “Well…Uhm…It’s nice to have you back Connie…I—“ she said, fidgeting and looking around for an excuse. “I uhm—I have to get ready I have Uhm—-plans with the girls” she said walking back to her room before stopping on her tracks looking back at Jamie and Connie… “I’m happy for you guys.” She said looking directly at James before turning around running back to her room. Locking the door behind her before feeling her knees Buckle as she sobs covering her mouth from making any noise.

——Two hours later

She hasn’t gotten out of her room. Connie and Bucky outside just finishing up a conversation. Cassandra hears the front door close thinking James and Connie went outside. She finally decided to get out of her room wearing jeans and a hoodie with her bag looking like she was in a rush to go out. Before she could even reach the door.

“Cassie..” a voice behind her. The only person that calls her that name was no other than James bucky Barnes.

She took a deep breath closing her eyes for a moment before speaking “yes..” the tremble in her voice was evident trying not to cry.

“Face me when I talk to you” he ordered but she didn’t budge.. “Cassandra,” he said, gripping her shoulders to make her face him. And he saw the tears that were falling on her cheeks.

James widens his eyes on the sight of her best friend crying because of him.

“Cassie..” he said trying to hold her hand but she slaps his hand away.

“You told me you love me..” her jaw clenched.

“You made love to me last night.. and told me you loved me…I wake up and find you back with her..” her voice cracking as she expresses her feelings. She tilted her head with her eyebrows furrowed..

“Cassie, you know this was going to happen.” He reasoned.

“Her coming back..yeah I knew that..”

“But us fucking? And you telling me you love me…I didn’t know that was going to happen”

“You know what hurts the most…” she said, he finally faced her.. “I believed you when you told me that you loved me—That finally the guy I love is finally loving me back.” she said, turning her heel and walking out of the shared apartment.

It took a few seconds before her words struck him chasing after her.

“Cassie!” He shouted and she exited the front door of the apartment. As he walks out he sees her hugging her brother..

He stopped in his tracks as he saw how the brother was looking at him. “Tony..” he tried getting closer to the siblings.

“Get the fuck away from my sister..”he said with a low tone. Even behind the shades he was wearing it was evident how his stare was to him. “Get in the car,” Tony says her nickname as he opens the door of the passenger seat, Cassandra not even turning around to look at James as she gets in the car. Tony’s stare still on James before walking to the drivers side and speeding away from him.

“What happened?” Tony asked her..

“Cassandra…”

“I fell for his lies..” she said looking down tears still falling.

“I thought you were best friends” he asked

“He was..Until that’s stupid agreement” she said slapping herself. Tony holding her hand before it gets worse.

“Stop that..you’ll stay with me for a while okay?” She just nodded to her older brother.

——-

“Wanda c’mon I haven’t seen her since last Saturday.” He follows Wanda around the room as she picks up clothes for her friend.

“Bucky, can you stop following me? I have stuff to do” she said, pushing him aside as she took stuff out of her closet.

“Why are you taking her passport?” He asked, pointing to her passport. She hesitated before answering “it’s an ID” the only answer she said before zipping up her bag.

“Can you please tell her to answer my calls..” he pleaded, she stopped walking and finally faced Bucky. “Bucky…you and I have known each other for as long as you and Cassandra knew each other, right?” He nodded..

“And you know I have known her since we were in high school. And after what you did I will never let her answer your calls.”

“That girl you called best friend. You broke her heart…why did you have to pick her for your own selfish acts? Huh?

“I don’t understand because she did nothing bad to you bucky. She loved you and you were too blind to see it. And you decide to feed her with false lies and tell her you love her even though you clearly know you don’t. And you're still not over Connie!.”

“I did!—I do love her Wanda!” He said

“Yet you're still with Connie” she said and exited the apartment not hearing a rebuttal from Bucky..

——

Few weeks have passed and Bucky hasn’t heard from Cassie since that last encounter. He tried to move on and be with Connie which he did. He missed Connie more than anything but now that he has her..He felt like something was missing, his best-friend.

He couldn't shake off the thought of her in his head although the thing he wished he had before was Connie. He has her now but it doesn’t feel right. He felt like his feelings for Connie had changed. But he hasn’t allowed himself to accept his true feelings for Cassie

—

“I heard what you did punk” -Steve

“Me too..not a great move Barnes..Cass was a great girl” -Sam

“I know that!” -Bucky

“Why did you do it?” -Sam

“It’s hard to explain. She was my best friend and I thought it would be easy to pretend to be together to make Connie jealous. Which it did but-“ -Bucky

“But?”- Sam

“But I didn’t expect her to fall for me..or me falling for her”-Bucky

“You really are stupid..” -sam

“Hey!”-bucky

“Cassandra has always liked you buck..Freshman year remember? She would always save you a meatball sub every Wednesday in the campus canteen because you're always late to lunch and it goes out before you could even get any.” -Steve

“She even gives you answers to exams cause she knows your too dumb to study..And you were always with Connie” -Sam

“Or what about the way she even looks at you man..” -Steve

“Honestly I don’t know why you didn’t pick it up sooner..” -Steve

“I didn’t know..I was in a relationship then..”

“You know I actually had a crush on Cassandra..But seeing the way she looks at you made me step back..” -Steve

“Fix this Buck..before I take your place”- Steve

That was the last message he saw before the door of his apartment was barged in.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Natasha screams as she enters the door walking towards him. “Hello to you too Natasha” Bucky said, looking in her direction.

“Care to explain why you have to do that to her, Break her heart like it's nothing” Anger can be seen in Natasha's eyes as Bucky was just staring at her without expression. He was hiding the real feelings inside him trying not to break in the sight of her friend.

“What!?” she argued, pushing his shoulders.

“Calm down Romanoff.. Do you really believe that I purposely hurt her?”

“She agreed on acting like my girlfriend to make Connie jealous and we succeeded and I’m done with her that’s it.”

“Are you serious, Bucky..That girl's heart beats for you ever since we all met,” Natasha argued.

“She agreed on the set-up Natasha.” He answers, she shakes her head in disbelief “Out of all the females around you decided to break your best friend's heart for a girl who has no interest in you anymore.” she said with an angry tone walking towards the door to exit the room. “Because of your stupid selfish act i'm going to loose two of my closest friends. And that doesn't involve you in it”

“What!?”

“Yeah! Because of you she’s leaving!” Natasha said, screaming at him.

“What do you mean leaving?”

“Wanda and Cassandra are leaving. They're going to Sokovia.” she explains..

“I’m surprised you didn’t know..haven’t you been in her room? Haven’t you noticed all her things are gone?”

——

He entered her room for the first time and saw her closet empty. He didn’t see her get in the apartment. Him not knowing that she would come home in times that she knew he was out.

Her room smelled like her scent that he loves.

—

“That smells good…Can you spray that on me” he said to her as she gave him a confused look. “Why?” She furrowed her brows.

“I want to smell like my girl, duh” he said, puffing his chest out, gesturing to her to spray some on his clothes.

“You’ll smell like A girl” she teased

“Well as long as the girl is you I don’t mind” he smirked at her.

—

He went out of the room and sat down on her bed. He opened her bedside table and saw a letter with his initials on it.

Dear Jamie

If you are reading this letter that means you went through my stuff...But I have made sure nothing is left to be found except this letter. I cannot handle seeing you any time soon. I’m sorry Jamie..I’m sorry for falling in love with you, but even before the agreement I have loved you more than you know. And when you said you loved me too it gave me hope that it could be true..Us could be true.

But the morning after the most amazing night of my life I see you back in the arms of the person you love. For those fourth months of us acting like a couple were the most amazing four months of my life with you.

You have hurt me deeply that’s why I decided to move away for a while and find myself. You're still and will always be my best friend. But for now you're just somebody that I used to know.

Have a good and happy life with Connie. I’m happy to know that you will never be lonely in her presence. Again I love you James, Even though I know you never will feel the same. Good bye for now.

Your girl,

Maria Cassandra “cassie” Stark

Bucky didn’t notice that while reading the letter she had left for him that tears slowly came down his face. A knock on the door was heard. His hope of the person making that knock to be her was very high. He jolted up from the bed while wiping his face and ran to the door opening it to see.

“Hey babe.”

“Connie…hey” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He came forward and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“So are we on for tonight?” She asked as she walked past him and settled in the living room.

“Connie…” he said, almost coming out as a whisper. He walks towards her, his face on the ground.

“I—“

“What the problem, Bucky..?” He said lifting his chin to look at her and his eyes speaks more than words. He was in pain of guilt and longing for a different person.

“Babe, are you okay?” she said cupping his, he gently took her hand off his face.

“Connie I’m sorry..but I can’t do this anymore” he started, confusion on her face was visible.

“I love you…But not the same as before”

She took a step back from him. “It’s Cassandra isn’t it?” She asked “how?” He furrowed his brows confused.

“I’ve always known it was her. The way you cared for her and treated her like how you treat me..but I always thought she was just a best friend to you that’s why it didn’t bother me”

“I’m so sorry Connie…I need to find what I really want and as of now—“

“It’s not you anymore. It’s her”

The discussion was short between the two talking about their differences saying sorry and their goodbyes.

“Fight for this Bucky..” she said before leaving his apartment.

A YEAR LATER

It's been a year since the last time they saw each other. Losing one's best friend is hard but what hurts the most for Bucky is that he didn't even have a chance to tell her the feelings that he felt towards her. He was willing to wait until she came home.

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“Hey, buck!” Steve greeted Bucky as he entered the home of Sam Wilson.

“ I thought you said you couldn't make it?” he asked “Well i wouldn't miss a barbeque night in the Wilson household, right?” he joked. As the party progressed he suddenly had this wave of comfort come up to him just by a scent. A scent that was prominent to his memory, her scent.

“Well Isn’t it the great James Bucky Barnes in my home?” Sam said, approaching the two men conversing and exchanging embraces. “You told me you weren't coming.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “What's with them not coming? Can I not change my mind?” Bucky asked with a grin looking at both of his friends who were exchanging looks at each other.

“Well because--” he was cut by the voice behind sam. “Bucky?” she said.

The three men turned around and saw where the voice was coming from.

“Wanda!” he said surprised, Knowing that Wanda was with Cassie the whole time she was away. “Your home?” he asked. “Well sokovia was my home i'm just back..But yeah maybe you could say i'm home, they said you weren't coming” she added

“I changed my mind” he simply answered..Wanda knew what Bucky was thinking. The urge of wanting to ask her if she was home was very hard for him to handle. “She’s home too Bucky..she’s inside” she simply said, giving him a smile. He just nodded as a response and headed straight inside the house. He knew she was close because he could faintly hear her voice and smell her scent.

As he turned around the corner there she was sitting down on the dining table helping Sarah prepare the food for the barbeque. Her back facing him, Her hair darker shades than before. Longer than the last time he saw her, she was wearing a sundress that was backless,

Sarah saw the way James jaw dropped in the sight of Cassandra and how his eyes were glued to her the moment he entered the room they were in.

“Ehem” Sarah cleared her throat. Cassandra’s head jolted up from Sarah's noise with a confused face; she followed her sight and landed on James who was standing still.

A small smile crept on her face “Jaime” she simply said, merely coming out as a whisper. She got up from her seat as Sarah excused herself out. “Cassie”.

“Hey, how--uhm how have you been?” she asked “Good---Good actually thank you for asking.” he simply answered but in reality it wasn't. Yes his career was blossoming ever since they last saw each other but he wasn't all too well. Missing her every chance he thinks of her, wishing she was still beside him.

“That’s great..How is connie?”

“We--We broke up long time ago”

“Oh..i'm sorry” sincere apologies coming from her. “I missed you Cassie..” he added, making her look at him while maintaining eye contact for a few seconds. “I missed you too jaime” she said walking closer to him pulling him into a hug that felt so right. He melted in her touch, him hugging her back and digging his head on the crock of her neck.

“You're still my best friend, right?” she asked, he pulled away hands still around her waist to his face. “Of Course Cassie..”

She smiled and that sent him into the moon and back forgetting how beautiful the human being in front of him was. “I want you to meet someone..” she said, holding his hand and leading him outside. They walk towards a guy that was playing with Sarah's kids. Laughing and playing together.

“Pietro!” she called out making Bucky furrowed his brows.

“Yes, gorgeous?” he answered, getting up from his seat and looking up at her with that smile. Now Cassie and Bucky are standing in front of Pietro..

“Jamie this is Pietro, Pietro this is Jamie but you can call him Bucky.” She introduced the two men to each other.

“Oh your THE Jamie, nice to meet you man heard lots about you.” he said, extending his hand out to shake James and he reciprocated with a tight-lipped smile. He saw the way Cassie looked at Pietro. The way his hands were on the small place of her back and she looked up at him makes his stomach turn out of jealousy.

“He’s Wanda’s twin:” Cassandra added, Great Bucky thought to himself. Not only is he perfect but he is also the brother of her best friend.

They talked for a while Cassie slowly moved next to Pietro as his hands snake behind her back placing it on her waist. James eyes following his arms around her girls waist blood boiling he tried not to glare at him but him being him he failed that. The way she would look up at his new friend made him miss how she used to do that to him. He realised everything that she has done for him to show affection yet James was clouded by his love for someone else. Now that he does see her, she’s someone else’s girl now.

“Uhm- I’m sorry I have to do something..nice meeting you Peter-“ James said

“It’s Pietro-“ James just smiled and nodded before walking away. Cassie noticed his friend's attempt to not show his true emotions. She excused herself and followed Bucky.

“James…” she called out to him. He didn’t stop in his tracks. Walking towards his car.

“Jamie…!” She called out again

“Bucky!” He stopped in his tracks. Very rarely would she call him Bucky. It’s always been James or Jamie,

She sped walk in front of him, seeing a sour expression on his face, him trying not to make eye contact with her.

“What’s wrong with you? I’ve noticed you being uncomfortable…did I do something?”

“Cassie…did you do something? You went away for a year..I have no way of contacting you or knowing where you were”

“I’m sorry James…But I think my reasons were valid for me to go..”

“You didn’t let me explain!”

“Explain what James? Explain that you slept with me then went back to her? Explain that you knew I loved you..but never felt the same is that it?”

“No Cassandra!”

“Then what James! I can't read minds”

“I love you Cassie!” He confessed, her eyes widened at his confession. Lips partly apart from her being taken aback.

“I waited Cassandra…I wanted to wait until you came back. And now your back—-But you're someone else’s girl” he said looking down.

“When I told you I loved you—-I wasn’t lying..I loved you but I was too scared to admit it..”

“I’m sorry for hurting you- but soon after Connie came back I realised how stupid and blind I was—everything I wanted was already in front of me and I was stupid enough to let it go—“

“I should have fought for us- for you..I shouldn’t have used you— you left and came back now you're in a relationship with that Pietro guy and he’s perfect but i ca-“ he heard her laughing.. She tried to hide it but she just bursted it out, trying to contain her Laughter by covering her mouth.

“Cassandra this is not something to laugh about” he said seriously, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at her.

She just smiled at him with adoration. And slowly stepped forward and placed her lips on his, She slowly went down from her tippy toes as James adjusted the kiss to her height. Her hands creeped up to his neck pushing him lower to deepen the kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist. She stopped the kiss and looked James in the eye before speaking.

“Your stupid..” a smirk formed on her face “Pietro- is only a friend he’s off limits because Wanda is my best friend…and—I can never love someone like how I loved you—-I never stopped Jamie and I don’t think I’ll ever will” she puts her forehead on his. James smiling at her words, his once tense shoulders now relaxing at her presence.

“Can you be my girl Cassie?”

“I’ve always been your girl Jamie”

The end

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katatty · 3 years

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Recap: Pleasantview Round 5 (Summer)

The romance of Spring certainly went to a few heads in Pleasantview - the suburb is in the midst of quite the baby boom. But now Summer is here, and school is out! Parents are scrambling to sort out childcare, teenagers are reveling in their freedom, and with the sun shining, the mood in the neighbourhood is pretty great.

But are the families as happy as they seem? Or are some on the brink of collapse? What secrets lurk in their hearts?

The round began with newcomers Tiffany Sampson and Kevin Beare getting settled in. They adopted a puppy, got new jobs, and got to know the neighbours.

Then as Tiffany finished her first day of work in the Education career, she learned she was already pregnant!

They had a quick, slightly rushed wedding before the baby arrived.

Baby Harvey was born, but it already looks like she might be expecting again.

The round ended on a happy note, with the couple already nicely established as a family in town with a few friends!

The Dreamer family started out just as well, but things quickly started to deteriorate.

Due to a combination of bad mental health, recurring nightmares and possible haunting, Brandi Broke isn’t in a good place. Her relationship with Darren suffers for it, too.

Meanwhile Cassandra’s marriage with Don is falling apart, and Darren can’t help being sympathetic. Perhaps a little too much so.

Mia Broke, obsessed with the paranormal, gets herself abducted by aliens, much to her mom’s dismay.

She’s also eager to discuss her theories about the spooky sounds in their yard, but Brandi shuts it down.

Mia goes on a date with Benedick Monty, but it’s kind of a mixed bag.

Back home, Mia and Darren eventually talk about the possible hauntings at home. He admits to her seeing Darleen’s ghost, from time to time.

Brandi also opens up to Mia about her father, Skip.

And Mia is vindicated to finally some ghosts herself!

I played the Lotharios next since I was interested in what was going on with Cassandra.

Cassandra and Don’s relationship has had its ups and downs - neither of them has been 100% faithful, but they’re dealing with it. Maybe? Between raising the twins and focusing on their careers there hasn’t been a ton of time for marriage counselling.

Don’s been feeling a bit isolated, recently. Outside of his family and his coworkers, he doesn’t really have a lot of friends. That’s been deliberate, to an extent. The fewer people around him, the fewer temptations to stray outside of the marriage.

For the most part, it’s been working. But a chance meeting with Nina Caliente has him feeling… confused.

The kids are doing fine, the parents not so much.

She’s always in low aspiration, lately, ever since her Dad passed away. It’s been hard getting on her feet since then, and Don going on about needing “me time” doesn’t help. She needs his support right now more than ever! Why doesn’t he get that?

They don’t talk about it, but both of them are feeling very alone, and starting to lose faith in each other...

Meanwhile, the boys age up. Bernado’s a popularity sim and Cassimiro’s knowledge.

Eventually, things in the marriage finally explode and Cassandra tells Don about Darren, trying to get a rise out of him.

Don immediately retaliates by woohooing with Sharon Wirth on a grocery-run.

After a cool-off day, they agree to break things off, and Don moves out.

He moves in, temporarily, with Bella. Who is insistant that he and Cassie try and patch things up!

He’s more interested in exploring new options, though.

Bella is devestated to lose her job as a party guest.

Meanwhile Oliver Goth (Dina and Mortimer’s son) gets his first kiss with Ariel Capp! Later he goes on a date with Tommy Ottomas, too.

At one of Bella’s parties, Cassandra and Don keep things civil, but Cassandra evidently isn’t doing well.

Bella goes on a date with Gilbert Jacquet. It’s not really all that serious between them, and Bella still misses Mortimer dreadfully, but Gilbert is charming and handsome enough to take her mind of her worries.

Things with Bella and Don also seem to be getting a little heavy, and Don concludes he needs to move out before things cross a line. Bella reluctantly agrees, it’s obvious her plan to get him and Cassie back together hasn’t worked

Don moves to Strangetown!

Next up are the Ramaswami family, a nice breath of fresh air after all the drama.

Priya befriends some of the other mothers in town, becoming especially close to Kaylynn.

And baby Ravi gows into maybe the coolest toddler ever?

Sanjay survives a near death experience.

And Priya finds out she’s expecting again!

Divorced once and with the girls having just graduated college, Daniel Pleasant didn’t expect to be engaged again with a kid on the way as he approached retirement age, doing it all over again. He’s far from unhappy about it, though. Mary Sue always had an independent streak, but Kaylynn adores him. Maybe it’s a bit selfish, but it feels so good to be needed.

Kaylynn knows some people in the neighbourhood look down on her, think her naive, call her a homewrecker… that’s fine. If they worked as a cleaner for years and years maybe they’d consider packing it in and settling into an easy life, too. What’s wrong with wanting to be taken care of?

Notably (and much to my horror) during the Pleasant round, Brandi and John start up their affair again.

Kaylynn finally gives birth, to a baby boy they call Jeffery Pleasant, after Daniel’s father. Daniel’s really pleased!

Jennifer’s eager to meet her new nephew. She and Kaylynn get off to a rocky start, but eventually start to bond.

She’s closest friends with Brandi Broke, though. The two have become inseperable, with Brandi visiting all the time.

Daniel invites both of the girls over to meet their little brother, but Angela is the only twin who shows. Whether that’s because they have a better relationship, or because Lilith was just busy is anyone’s guess.

Then it turns out Kaylynn’s pregnant again already?

Kaylynn and Daniel tie the knot!

Nina and Don also reconcile at the wedding.

Kaylynn gives birth to another baby boy, Luke!

And Jeff ages upp!

Daniel ages up, too. It’s finally time for him to retire, soon...

Daniel’s definitely a bit of a dirty old man, but Kaylynn doesn’t seem entirely oblivious to that side of him, and figures as long as she keeps his needs met they should be fine. We’ll see if that holds up.

Then it was time to catch up with the Shoreharts, who moved here form Widespot for a fresh start.

A retired chef, Sandy’s enjoying her retirement a lot more than she ever enjoyed being a stay at home mom. Granted, all this free time has her a little restless, but it’s nothing a bit of time outdoors and excercise can’t fix. She hopes.

They were honestly pretty chill! Rhett’s taken to the whole marriage thing suprisingly well, for a romance sim. Turns out, as long as he’s getting lovin’ on a regular basis he doesn’t really care if it’s with one woman or several. It’s never boring with Sandy, and he intends to keep her as happy as he can for the rest of her days. That’ll show her shit-heel of an ex-husband.

Mostly they just spend a lot of time with family.

Sandy’s very generious with the backrubs, but nothing goes too far.

Mimi is definitely at least a little anxious about her parents’ marriage though, because she spends some of the round reading up on Couple’s Councelling.

Then it’s time for her to age up! She grows into a rather cute romance sim.

Then at the party the house of cards starts to crumble, as Sandy gives her ex-husband Hamilton a kiss, right in front of Mimi and Rocky.

Mimi agrees not to tell her Dad, but isn’t happy. She spends a lot of time out of the house.

With Sandy keeping her indescretion quiet, I’m not sure what they have in store in the future!

Regardless, next are the Ramirez family.

Tessa’s spent a lot of time looking afte rthe baby and she’s sick of it! So she spends some time Downtown with friends.

She later takes Bernardo on a date, although he’s not sure if he likes her as more than a friend. Bernardo likes the idea of falling in love with Tessa, who he’s always admired! But he’s a little hesitant at the same time, especially with his parents’ divorce still being so recent.

Checo has a bit of a wandering eye, but mostly he keeps himself in check.

Checo might be a bit of a flirt, but at least he’s not a hypocrite. When Lisa was dancing with Skye he didn’t even bat an eye. Or maybe he just doesn’t see an old man as much of a threat…

Ugh, God, I forgot this happened

Baby Sofia grew up super cute!

Anyway, that’s all from them!

The Oldies weren’t too eventful, mostly just focused on hobbies!

They did finally meet Mary’Sue’s new partner, which went... poorly.

But they did have a nice meeting with their grandaughter later, and a fun night out!

Then it was the Burbs! John’s recent indescretions with Brandi aside, things seemed to be going well.

At least, until he made out with Coral Oldie :/

Oblivious to thins, Jennifer was starting to trust John again.

They had dinner with Jen’s brother Dan and his new wife...

And Jennifer discovered she was pregnant again!

Lucy headed away for college...

And baby James grew up, leaving the Burb round complete and Pleasantview all done & dusted!

#Pleasantview Plus #Hood: Pleasantview #pp: recap

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juniortjenkins · 6 years

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The Story I Have To Tell

After I graduated from the Academy, I was assigned to the USS Excalibur. She was an Ambassador-Class, beautiful ship, handled like a dream, and we had a great crew. I had just passed my sixth year of service when Dr. Conner, our CMO, approached me. He was planning to speak at a conference on Risa and needed someone to take him there. I jumped at the chance to pilot his shuttle and get a few days off in the process.

About two days out, a little less than halfway there, we ran headfirst into an ion storm. It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before, came virtually out of nowhere and was all around us. All I could do was re-direct power to the forward shields and push through. Roughly an hour later, we made it to calm space. Barely. We had a hull breach in the aft compartment so large we could see the stars. Our communications systems were down, propulsion was gone and our shields were losing integrity.

We had to bail.

The escape pods that come equipped on a Type-7 shuttle are nothing like what we have on Voyager. In fact, Voyager’s lifeboats seem like cruise ships in comparison. The Type-7’s pods are singles, not much bigger than a torpedo. There’s no room to move around inside and no propulsion systems to maneuver the vessel. If you’re getting inside one of those, you’re completely at the mercy of whoever might be around to get your distress call.

I helped Dr. Conner into his pod and ejected him. Once he was safely away, I climbed into mine, but when it came time to detach, I got stuck. The shuttle was collapsing around my pod, holding it in place. I just… waited. I knew that when the shuttle broke apart, I would either die or be released.

Obviously, my pod and I were released. It felt like being shot out of a rifled canon. I was spun and tossed end over end. Shrapnel hit me, bounced me around really good and knocked out my computer systems. It was only through some kind of miracle that life-support remained intact.

So there I was, in a pitch-black coffin, floating in space with no viewscreen, no viewport, no lights of any kind. I couldn’t activate my distress beacon or comm Dr. Conner. Worst of all, I had no way to tell how much time was passing. I just waited in dead silence.

The escape pods don’t have artificial gravity, so you kind of float in them but there’s a restraint around your waist, like a belt that keeps you from knocking your head and knees against the shell. It also keeps you from being able to reach down, not that there would have been room enough. Didn’t take long before it started to feel like I’d lost my lower half. If still had feet, I wasn’t able to feel them and I certainly couldn’t see them. I kept my hands braced on the wall in front of me just to give myself some idea of where I was.

Directly in front of your face, next to where there should be a working computer console, is this little compartment with eight ration bags, to be consumed one each day. They’re this gel-shit, they taste awful and have the consistency of slugs but I remembered my instructors saying it would keep us alive until we were rescued or until air ran out. “That eighth bag is your last meal,” he’d said.

At first, I tried to keep track of the passage of time but that became impossible pretty quickly. I lost my grip on the length of a minute, say nothing of an hour. I slept and didn’t have any idea how long. I ate very little, just enough to keep from getting lightheaded. Some stupid voice inside my head told me that if I didn’t make it to that last ration bag then I couldn’t run out of air, which was ridiculous. I’d just suffocate with leftovers.

I tried a bunch of things to keep from going crazy. I sang. I recited poetry and passages from books that I’d memorized. A few days in, I couldn’t deal with being alone anymore so I pretended there were other people nearby. I had conversations with them. After a while I really lost my grip and started to hallucinate; I believed those imaginary people were with me. I dreamed of being rescued. I nightmared about the search being abandoned, or worse, that no one even came looking. I panicked, but only once because if I couldn’t stay calm I’d use more air and… well. Right.

At the bottom of the fifth gel-bag, a really shitty thought occurred to me. I realized I had probably been rationing incorrectly and likely didn’t have three days left. It hit me that I could run out of oxygen at any minute. I knew there would be no alarms, no warning lights, but I remembered hearing that at the bottom of the tanks is a sedative. So kind of Starfleet to add that in and make death by asphyxiation less painful, isn’t it? Unfortunately, they didn’t consider the psychological repercussions. Every time I started feeling like I was going to sleep again, I thought, “This is it. This is the sedative. This is why I’m tired.”

Then I’d wake up and still be inside that coffin.

I started speaking goodbye letters to my family and friends. It gave me comfort, even though I knew they’d never hear my words. I started to really wonder what it would be like to be dead and pontificated about that for a while. Then I cried and just wished my air would run out already.

I stopped consuming rations after I finished the sixth pouch. I don’t remember much of my time after that.

When they found me, I was unconscious and severely dehydrated. I woke up in sickbay, convinced I was still hallucinating. A few days later, once I’d been released, they told me the tanks had about eight more hours’ worth of air.

Doctor Conner was fine. His comm terminal was working and he knew pretty early on that someone was coming. He apparently just laid back and waited. He said there were card games programmed on the computer and he won at solitaire more times than he could count. They found him after just three days. I, on the other hand, was running silent, shot off in the opposite direction and with the charged particles of an ion storm distorting all readings. I’m lucky they recovered me at all.

I was in that pod for 181 hours, 11 minutes, 37 seconds.

For a while, I was okay. I felt strong, like a survivor. Everyone was happy to see me alive. I got well wishes and smiles, people brought me food. I think I actually earned respect. I was good. I was going to be fine.

I went back on duty after a week. A few days later the panic attacks started. I had a couple bad ones in my quarters late at night. It was too dark so I slept with the lights on. That didn’t help, I still had to close my eyes. I tried to stay busy instead but then the walls of my living space started to close in. I lived like that for too long, trying to believe that the next day would be the day I’d feel okay again. My biggest mistake was in not talking to anyone about what I was going through.

At the two-week mark, I was completely exhausted when I took my post on the bridge. I looked up at the viewscreen and all of the sudden the stars disappeared. Everything went black. My ears rang, I got hot, I couldn’t breathe. I had to run, I had to get out of there. And that’s exactly what I did. I ran straight to the nearest airlock, convinced it was the only way off the ship. I was trying to force it open when someone grabbed me and dragged me to sickbay.

Dr. Conner diagnosed me with anxiety induced by claustrophobia. He relieved me of duty, drugged me up and sent me on the next transport to Earth. For all the aspirations I’d had of being a Starfleet pilot, all of my friends and the life I had made onboard, I didn’t care that I was leaving. All I knew was that I had to get off of that ship.

I spent months with a counselor. Her name was Marjorie. She stood with me in wide-open fields and taught me to breathe so that I could function again. For a while, I slept during the day with all of the blinds open, in bright sunshine. At night I paced across my apartment or I’d go out to clubs and bars full of people. Eventually I got a dog so I didn’t have to be alone.

Every time we met, and we met a lot, Marjorie asked me if I thought I’d ever be able to go back to space. I kept saying ‘no’ until one day something clicked. My answer was a definitive, ‘yes’. I wasn’t going to give up on my dream of Starfleet or my passion for piloting because of a damned ion storm. We decided that my next step would be to go on duty as a simulator operator at the Academy. It was perfect really. I could use my skills, contribute to Starfleet’s mission, experience space without the danger, and if I started to feel anxious I could just walk outside. It worked like a charm.

Nine months of training cadets and I felt fine. The panic attacks were gone, but more importantly, I believed that I had the skills to deal with them if they returned. Life was normal again and I was itching to go back on duty, back to the stars. Marjorie agreed it was time, signed off on my paperwork, and before I knew it, I was assigned to Voyager.

I haven’t had a problem with claustrophobia or anxiety since then. But Marjorie warned me that this would stay with me for my entire life. I guess she was right.

#voyager rp #tj's story #for kes #because i need help

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warmau · 7 years

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{Special} College!AU Taeil

major: neuroscience

minor: n/a

clubs: astronomy research club, brain games club, math-olympiad club, and every now and then he plays guitar in a friend’s on campus band

sports: tried out for the table-tennis club but swung so hard the paddle flew out of his hand and smacked the coach in the face and taeil kinda just,,,,didn’t say anything,,,just kinda,,,,slipped away

is extremely intelligent and is considered to be in the top of his class for his graduating year

has an extreme knack for any kind of science and math, can do equations in his sleep, and wrote a paper on neuropharmacology just for the fun of it!

that paper was published by a well known science journal and when taeil found out because taeyong came over to congratulate him, taeil smiled and got up to shake taeyongs hand,,,,,,

only to fall over instantly from shock without a word ahksfgds

although he’s got the best grades and an immense amount of knowledge, he never shows it off

people didn’t even know he graduated a year early from seoul science high school until someone in his lab went “we’re the same age, you don’t have to speak formally to me!” but taeil was like oh no im a year younger

the whole class turned to look at him and he was just like sitting there,,,,unblinkingly oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was like not only is he a genius,,,,but he’s basically a kid genius what the fu-

his dorm is really simple and organized, he only really has his guitar and his textbooks

ten and johnny are always pestering him into being more fun, more open with his interests

but bringing up the workings of the human brain on the way to the movies with friends doesn’t really seem like something taeil thinks he should do

so he’s kind of on the quiet side,,,,,,,sicheng always nudges taeyong and asks what taeil is thinking

because he just sits in the computer lab or on the quad or in study hall with a book open and the same expression on his face

and taeyong is like “it takes years to learn the language of taeil’s face. oh, did you see him just flinch - that means he’s hungry.”

but one thing about him that everyone knows is he has a habit of being ,,,,, a bit dangerous

like if someone annoys him for too long he swats at them, pinches them, and sometimes he doesn’t know his own strength

which is why doyoung nicknamed him “moon cat” because like a cat, he’ll paw at you if you annoy him

taeil doesn’t think he’s anything like a cat, but he does like them so he lets doyoung get away with it

when yuta jokingly called him an old shrew -- well lets just say yuta didn’t get away clean with that one

people don’t know this about him but he likes to play guitar,,,,,,but not only acoustic guitar,,,,,,if he gets the chance he’ll play electric or even bass

and im not saying im imagining taeil in his lab coat, goggles on, headbanging and jumping up and down with an electric guitar in his hands

i mean who am i kidding that’s exaCTLy what im saying and what i want to see

taeil also likes bad comedy. his classmates think he’s the next big scientist going to graduate and go teach abroad at yale or something

but little do they know that if someone as much as trips and lands on their face or sends taeil a really shitty sonic meme

taeil will LOSE IT

and that he himself can be really funny without even trying like that one time he choked on an ice cube and taeyong was like oh he’s playing jokes again and taeil was like the only reason i didn’t die is because it melted i hate you

and everyone was like LOL he’s so funny,,,,,,,,and taeil was just like what if i runaway and live solely off dirt in the mountains,,,,you will all Regret

but anyway,,,,,,,you’ve known taeil since you were young,,,,,,,you were there to see him get into the high school of his dreams, realize his talents in science, and just become this well rounded,,,,,amazing person

and you admit it,,,he’s always been someone you looked up to

even after you got distant and ended up majoring in two different fields, when you’d see each other on campus there was always a warmth in his smile and greeting

even if it was in passing,,,,,,

but you hadn’t had a class with him since you both entered college,,,,,so it was to your utter most shock when you saw taeil in your first class this fall semester

and of all the classes,,,,you looked down at your schedule,,,,,,,this was dance 237,,,,,,,, “ballroom dance technique”

you backtracked, looking at the number outside the room - this was definitely the number on your schedule and the teacher that passed by you to come inside was most definitely a dance department teacher

,,,,,,,,,was taeil in the right place???

quickly, you hurry over and taeil who had set his bag down and was sitting criss-cross on his phone reading an article on the solar eclipse almost knocks over when you stop short in front of him and go

“let me see your schedule”

looking up,,,,,he stares at you for a solid minute and then goes “why?”

and you point behind you and you’re like “taeil,,,does this look like a lab?”

he moves his head a bit and takes in the empty room, there aren’t even desks or a board and the floor is strangely lacquered

he looks at you and goes “no, it doesn’t.”

and in your head you’re like he’s a genius he probably can tell we’re in a practice room for the dance majors,,,,,,right

but taeil still doesn’t budge or act surprised he just stares back at you

and you finally squat down and show him your own schedule

“this is dance 237, are you taking ballroom as an elective?”

taeil’s eyebrows furrow and he takes your schedule, pulling out his own from his pocket and comparing the two,,,

the numbers on the room are the same,,,,so is the time block

but on his it says “neuro 304: structure of the nervous system”

you both look at each other and stand up, you urge taeil to go tell the teacher but before you can the room fills up and the teacher begins the usual welcome to this class speech

she finishes, only to start calling names and you answer when you hear yours but,,,,,then a couple of names later she calls out ‘moon taeil’

taeil raises a hand,,,,but doesn’t say anything

you shoot him a look from the side and whisper “tell her after class”,,,,,,but taeil just clams up and doesn’t move

afterwords, you walk with him out into the hall,,,,you tell him that if anything he should find another class to transfer into fast before the seats get taken up

taeil nods,,,but the grim expression on his face makes you nervous

the rest of the week goes by fast, you’ve pilled up the courses this semester and you don’t see taeil in any other of your classes

but when you find yourself outside of dance 237 the following tuesday for your second class,,,,,taeil is also there

“you didn’t drop???”

the surprise in your voice is apparent and taeil sighs,,,,,he mumbles that all the seats in any other class fitting his schedule were taken - even creative poetry which yuta had suggested he take

you frown and ask if it’s really worth it to take this class just for the credit and taeil kind of shifts and goes “i don’t want to have to pay the liability fee”

you nod,,,,,and watch as everyone piles into the room for the first official lesson

out of your bag, you pull out the shoes that the teacher specified you bring and taeil gives you a quizzical look

“you ,,,, can’t wear sneakers for ballroom dance”

you whisper and taeil looks down at his worn out nikes with a small sigh “oh,,,,,,,”

you giggle and think,,,,he’s the schools most sought after graduate and he forgets that ballroom dancing requires heeled shoes,,,,,,

the teacher makes note and taeil stammers out that he’s never taken a dance class before he doesn’t know

she cuts him slack but the other dance majors all side eye him as he looks to you with an embarrassed puppy like smile

and after class he asks “can i get them off amazon?”

you laugh into your palm, but nod because yes you can get dancing shoes off amazon genius moon taeil

the first dance you have to learn is the waltz, you and taeil aren’t partnered together but the entire class consists of the teacher hovering over taeil’s pair

straightening his shoulders, telling him to count in his head, his partner yelping when he accidentally steps on their foot

the teacher nicknames him her “semester project” saying she’ll make him a star dancer in no time

you hear taeil murmur that he’d probably faster graduate med-school then he would becoming a ‘star’

but ,,,, no matter what ,,,,,, he never quits??? he shows up to class, even proudly shows off to you the shoes he got online

though when they arrived, ten came barreling into taeil’s dorm - awe-stricken because taeIL YOURE GOING TO D A N CE and taeil had just shrugged

because “it’s not like it’s the end of the world-”

ten: “it’s the end of MY WORLD, dancing king moon taeil is going to steal my SPOTLIGHT!!!!!”

taeil: ,,,,,,,,,,aren’t you a modern dance major,,,,,,,,,this is for ballroom

ten: o h

but as you and taeil see more of each other in class,,,,even if it’s this one class and it happened by crazy coincidence,,, you can’t help but remember the fond memories of knowing him as a kid

the drive and passion he has for something,,,,and wanting to get it done till it’s perfect is still very much there in his personality

and he proves it when after class one afternoon he asks if you’re free for the rest of the day

you don’t want to admit it, but your heart almost beats out of your chest and you shyly answer that you are

,,,,,,,,,,,but it isn’t a date or anything taeil just asks if you can stay behind him in the room and help him practice

“my partner keeps getting irritated,,,,and i don’t have anywhere or anyone to practice with.”

you nod in understanding and slip your shoes back on as you stand in front of taeil,,,,the two of you all alone in the room

he seems to hesitate putting his arms around you,,,,,you motion that it’s ok,,,,although there’s heat creeping up into your face as well

but you get into position and slowly you start to count out the steps

after a while you stop and taeil gives you a look of concern

you smile a bit and explain that he has to lead,,,, he’s at least got the basics down but he should try counting off now

taeil seems worried,,,,the way the corners of his mouth twitch and his eyes sort of dart from your hand to your waist

but you give him a word of encouragement and he says he’ll try it

it goes well,,,,,taeil is still sort of robotic with his movements and every now and then he skips over steps

but it’s not super bad or anything

you clap a little when you’re done and ask if you should try it with music,,,,taeil agrees but walks over to get some water from his bag

drinking it, he stops and offers some of it to you

you take the bottle, but before taking a drink you stare at it and giggle

“taeil, do you remember when we were kids in the same neighborhood?”

taeil takes a moment to remember but he nods,,,,,you don’t think he has the same memory as you but you tell him

“you’d always share your snacks with me and the other kids, i remember because there was a time i skipped lunch and was hungry and you were there,,,,,,,”

taeil brings his fingers up to his lip,,,,,you feel instantly tacky for bringing it up but he goes “i remember,,,,,,you always asked me for anything strawberry flavored i had.”

almost catching your breath,,,,you can’t believe it,,,,such a small detail and he’d remembered it so long,,,,

taeil is standing there,,,,,,,not doing anything different than normal,,,,,looking the same mixture between incredibly handsome and just a tad splash of awkward in the way you’d always seen him before

but with the sunlight coming through the windows casting shadows on the floor and the unfamiliar quietness on campus

he,,,,,,,,looks like someone from your dreams,,,,,, someone your heart can’t handle

so when he says something about starting the music you pretend you have to rush to catch up with a study group

it’s so sudden, even taeil’s shock is apparent as you grab your bag and blubber out a bunch of excuses

turning so fast that you almost walk straight into the door

taeil shouts that you shouldn’t run, not with your dancing shoes still on

but you’re too far down the hall to hear him and when you’re safely out of the building you feel something like swelling in your chest

he remembers ,,,,,,,,, he didn’t forget ,,,,,,,,,,,, you thought he would but he didn’t,,,,,,,,,,

the voice in your mind that has always known how you felt about taeil starts getting louder

you thought he was just your role model,,,,your idol,,,,,,,,,,,the kind of person who inspires you to be better

but it turned out that’s all just synonymous to being in love with him

but ,,,, you can’t tell him,,,,,,,,, it’d taken you so long to start getting to know him better after missing those years through high school that you couldn’t give up the chance - even of just being his friend

yet,,,, you have to protect your heart,,,,,, so as weeks continued on

you’d greet taeil warmly,,,but you kept your distance. you didn’t stay extra to practice with him,,,,or laugh at his hushed whispers about how annoying that one kid in the front is,,,,,,

you could feel your relationship with him reverting back to that of acquaintances,,,,but what could you do

until it was a couple days before the last recital in front of the class and a couple of students were getting take out in the same restaurant as you off-campus and you heard one go

“you know what’s funny, i was trying to find a classroom to study in and i open the door and guess what i see?”

their friends perks up and asks what

“moon taeil,,,,,,,,the science genius,,,,practicing all by himself!!! all the desks were pushed back and he was spinning all over the place,,,dancing?? i almost laughed out loud !!”

“dancing? isn’t he a neuroscience major?”

“i know, i wonder if it’s his secret hobby!”

you think for a second that it’s not true,,,,,,taeil has a partner he can practice with there’s no way he would do it alone,,,,,,after all like they had said this wasn’t even his major,,,,,,

but before you could order your food, you turned and went out

returning to the campus you knew there were probably still evening classes but you searched through every room in the science hall building

peeking through windows and asking if anyone had seen taeil

you found him,,,,,,just like those students had said

in an empty classroom, the desks moved up to the walls and the sound of the song you’d been using in class wafting through the small open space

in which taeil stood,,,,arms up and around his invisible partner, counting steps out

he couldn’t see you,,,,not even when turning around,,,,his concentration was zeroed in and he,,,,,,,

he looked so cute talking to himself like that ,,,, that it made you want to stand and watch some more

but at some point you cleared your throat,,,,taeil looked over and that embarrassed puppy smile came back

the one that makes your heart flutter and your urge to kiss him go up by ten thousand

“oh,,,, how much did you see?”

“a good bit.”

“,,,,,,,,,,,i was going to ask ten to be my partner but i decided i didn’t want the nagging that comes with it”

you laugh,,,,moving past the desk to get over to taeil

he helps you buy pulling some aside and you set your bag down

“i don’t have my ballroom shoes, but i can still help you if you want?”

taeil looks like you’ve just offered him money,,,,he nods and you two spend a good two hours going over the steps

only to leave the room when it’s dark out and the last classes are finishing up

taeil offers you some of his water as you leave but you say you’re going to buy something anyway at the vending machines

“strawberry milk?”

you look at him,,,,,,,,,,, “how do you kno-”

“i told you i remembered”

you bite your lip,,,, looking to the ground until you can gather enough courage

“about that, im sorry i freaked out last time. i think,,,, it’s just,,,,this is so embarrassing but you’ve always been someone above me,,,,,,that i was just shocked you didn’t forget something so small,,,”

taeil doesn’t reply and you feel like you’ve ruined it again

not until he reaches out,,, hand on the side of your cheek and you feel your heart jolt

“you know something,,,,,,,this is taking too long”

you don’t understand what he means and so taeil leans down to press his lips to yours

it’s ,,,,,,, shy but it’s meaningful and when he pulls back he adds

“i remember you being less oblivious as a kid, but i guess people change”

you touch your lips,,,,,in shock and amazement,,,,

you’re not sure what he’s talking about,,,,,,,,,,does that mean he’s liked you too????? but since when??? why???? you have 29342 questions

but taeil just kisses you again and this time you let your eyes flutter shut and you give in to the feeling

and when he walks you to your dorm,,,,you look at him kind of panicked and he asks what it is but you just say that it feels too much like a dream for this to be real

he laughs and goes “it’s real, you’ll know when i see you tomorrow for practice and also maybe a date?”

you agree,,,,,going into your room with a look like you’re over the moon but you’re not over the moon you’re very much in love with the moon that moon is MOON TAEIL

practice goes as usual and taeil is pretty stable with the dance now,,,,but afterwords you and taeil go for a picnic near the han river

and the lights are all on since it’s getting dark,,, the river is illuminated and the city looks so pretty

that you just have to take pictures and you don’t notice but taeil watches you warmly,,,,,finding every expression you make so damn cute he could EXPLODE

you guys walk along the edge and there’s so many couples out

but seeing all the pda,,,,from hand holding to cute nickname calling to stolen kisses makes you get all flustered

but taeil,,,,,has always been straightforward when he wants something so he holds out his hand and goes “it’s here if you want it.”

carefully you put your hand in his and he laces your fingers

you don’t talk much but it doesn’t matter,,,, it’s peaceful and it’s perfect

and taeil kisses like a freaking GOD but he also finds it really cute that you insist you guys at least hide behind a fake tree or go into a corner alleyway

and at some point he asks you to put your hands around his neck which you get nervous about but he just says against your skin that he wants to feel you close,,,,,,

he’s wanted to hold you like this for so long

did i mention taeil is romantic without even trying like he doesn’t know that half the things he says are super embarrassing and make your heart d i e but you LOVE IT

the dance recital is where everyone finds out you and taeil are a thing because no matter how “quiet” you wanted to keep it ,,,,

it’s obvious

the way taeil inches forward in his seat when it’s you and your partners turn,,,, the way he smiles -- a smile so rare taeyong claims he’s only seen it once before -- and how after he goes,,,,and doesn’t mess up the person he goes to first is you

and he pulls you into his arms,,,,you mumble against his ear that this is too much!!! but he says that it’s not,,,, he’s happy you were there to help him

and also after this class is over he’s never taking dance again because oh my god that was embarrassing

you tell him he did fine,,,but as you find out the recital was open for anyone to view and people came oh People (nct) came

and Someone (johnny) record the whole thing and won’t let taeil live it down

but,,,,,,,,,,most of all nct won’t let him live down the fact that he’s daTING YOU

no seriously when you were both sitting on the grass outside,,, taeil’s hand on your leg as he explained to you a part of his homework

doyoung and sicheng walked by and doyoung literally went “I SEE THAT HAND MOON TAEIL WATCH THAT HAND !!!!!!!!”

you had to curl up into a ball and taeil just grinded his teeth and doyoung was like ok i might get killed tonight if i do you know who did it sicheng

sicheng: i didn’t see anything

even though he’s smart, talented, and knows about things you’ve never even heard of ,,,, ,taeil is a simple boyfriend

whose ideal time spend together is just enjoying each others company,,,,,, no matter where you go or what you see

taeil just explains that loving you is easy,,,he likes that he doesn’t have to think about it or second guess his emotions he sees you and that’s enough for him

but you guys do get cute don’t get me wrong,,,,, going to the beach together and having taeil play his guitar in the sand,,,,, study dates at his or your dorm where you’re sitting between his legs with your laptop while he’s reading through his textbook,,,,, going to those board game cafes with taeyong and yuta and beating them in everY game,,,,,,running through the rain to get to the supermarket in the city and without even asking him taeil puts a carton of strawberry milk in the cart because he knows you like it,,,,,

it’s the small, little things you do together with him and every moment of it is full of love and care

taeil sometimes has sarcastic comments about his friends that send you into spiraling laughter,,,, even though you tell him to be nice

taeil just shrugs and goes “i can’t be nice if johnny’s haircut makes him look like a dog that’s just been through a washing machine”

he is unapologetically hilarious,,,,,, at the expense of his friends LOL

but also mark tried to ‘scare’ you once during a halloween party and taeil chased him through the entire building like twice difkldjsg

you and taeil were once trying to bake something for sicheng’s birthday but it ended up with you guys turning on some music and you basically urging taeil to dance with you

and after some crazy moves a slow song came on and you were like “shall we see if you remember the waltz?” taeil had joked that of course he did, he was going to be a neurosciencetist his memory is great

but of course it had been a mess and you two laughed and at some point taeil just picked you up and spun you around in his arms and was like there that’s the whole dance LOL

ten sent you a video of taeil sleepwalking and mumbling your name and was like your bf is scary :/ come pick him up i think he’s HAUNTED

taeil wore glasses once when you were picking him up from lab and you almost died it was the cutest thing you took like 50 pics of him and he was like it’s not that gre-

and you were like NO its the best the BEST MOON TAEIL

you guys don’t do couple items but taeil’s entire phone is full of your selfies that you send in text and yeah the folder is called something corny and sweet

like most people don’t think he’s funny,,,,,they also think he’s probably stuck up because of his good grades and genius

but he’s humble,,,, and really caring and even when people least expect it he does his best to help others out

like he’ll piggyback you back to campus if you as much as sprain your ankle

he really likes it when you sing,,, even if you can’t,,,,,just like when you mouth the words along to songs you like and he always tells you to keep going if you stop

and you’re like taeil ,,,,, and he’s like “your voice is calming.”

falls asleep on late night facetimes 100%

you guys send memes to each other even though people are like those memes are old you two are like whatever we’ll be old and have fun together

it takes a couple of tries and some kisses to get him to pose for couple pics,,,, and he has the saME expression in all of them so you have to tickle him for a reaction or something and he’s just like :^| and you’re like taeil,,,,,,,light of my life,,,,,,,please smile and he’s like baby i am smiling (he’s not)

but if you pout he does,,,,honestly if you pout he’ll do a n y t h i n g

you were once over at his dorm, showing him something on your phone and taeil was like “closer, come closer i can’t see” and so you had climbed onto his bed to show him and he’d just

wrapped his arms around you,,, your phone slipping onto the sheets and he’d just kisses you so,,,,,passionately that you’d literally not been able to breathe for a second

and taeil is always,,,,,like i said,,,, straightforward he asked you if you’d be ok with him touching you,,,,ok with him taking it further

he had whispered that he would want to take care of you but only if you wanted that too

and you’d hidden your face in your hands,,,,but said yes because,,,,if there was anyone in the world who could make you feel good it was him

and you had not wanted to leave,,,being tangled up with him and just being in this state of bliss was too perfect

it had actually been taeil who had to conjure you up and into clothes with the promise of pancakes from the campus kitchen

there are times when you think taeil forgets important dates or is being a little distant,,,, but he’s not he always proves that he loves you to pieces and even during the weeks where he’s swamped with club commitments, tutoring, finals, and presentations he makes time,,,,,,,,for you

even if it’s a quick five minutes where you hand him a coffee and he kisses your forehead and runs to his next class

and people ask you,,, he’s so quiet and so smart what do you have in common what do you even talk about

and you don’t know how to explain it,,,, because you and taeil don’t need constant talking or anything like that,,,, you just have this vibe that makes you two click

and it makes you two feels comfortable around each other,,, ,that any secrets or fears either of you has somehow comes out with ease

because you’ve known taeil for so long and he’s known you and your hearts are two in the same

even if his interests are different from yours,,, you appreciate each other no matter what

so you can sit on the couch, legs resting on top of his and do your own thing

or you can be huddled close in a room, taeil teaching you the guitar,,, not an inch between you

and it’s comfortable,,,,,it’s perfect

yuta: im so jealous how is taeil so freaking smart, so freaking handsome, and even has a freaking cute significant other gOD DAMN

taeil: it’s because i shut up and mind my business

you: oh my god

the entire campus: oh my god

yuta: wow just let your man destroy me like that huh

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stringendos · 7 years

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i. as a thank you

{boku no hero academia} → tamaki!centric; mirio/tamaki | wc: 1793

the way you said ‘i love you’ | prompt #7

a series of ‘i love you’s throughout the years future fic: graduating third years

With spring looming into view, rushing headfirst towards him, Tamaki finds himself standing in a world that stretches too wide.

From the point where he is settled, he looks beyond the crowd and tries to search for a future that feels certain. When he fails, he breaks away, casting his gaze back down to his feet, and swallows the lump that threatens to form in his throat.

In his hand, the graduation scroll sits heavy, the only thing that seems to be weighing him down to this earth, this very moment in time, carving his heels deeper into this rocky ground beneath him. Everything he once knew and grew so comfortable with is being pushed further away with every slap he gets on the back from his classmates, every teacher that congratulates him, every misty eyed kouhai who greets him.

It feels like he’s trying to hold onto time, like he’s stuck between two freeze frames, and his grip is becoming more slack as the seconds tick by, as if a phantom timekeeper keeps wrenching it from his grasp. Like oceans are stretching out wide before him, sweeping up all the boats in one quick motion, to a land far away from the home soil that Tamaki has sunk his feet into.

There is that horrible feeling that begins to crawl up his torso, squeezing his ribcage until each breath rattles his very bones, his lungs wheezing, straining under the weight; that tightens each individual finger around his neck, the crook of each knuckle nestled against the bob of his adam’s apple.

But when it all becomes too much, when the world seems to crowd him, starts collapsing into one tiny spot, a singularity in the vast galaxy that spans Amajiki Tamaki’s entire universe, his heart slows, swells, as a body settles into the space beside him. Their shoulders brush for a snapshot of a second.

He feels his bones start to fall into place and the unease starts to bleed out of his shoulders, slowly, slowly, like the falling of sakura around him. Mirio, once again, manages to anchor him to this very spot and is a light through this darkness, guiding ships home.

Beyond the stretch of concrete, he can see Nejire, a walking heartbreaker, accepting flowers with a bright smile paired with that tilt of her head, and there’s a warmth that spreads through his chest like no other.

“Hadou is having fun,” Mirio laughs out, mirth dancing in his eyes, as a second greeting; his first in the momentary press of shoulders that speaks volumes in its silence. In return, Tamaki lets out one of his own, a barely there chuckle, with a glance to his left and lets the backs of their hands brush in just a slight skim of their knuckles.

Mirio sounds normal as he continues, chattering on about his day as if they had spent months apart and not a few hours where they were saying goodbyes to friends. After today, the time will grow longer to years, the distance stretched further to 458 kilometers, no matter how much Tamaki tries to deny it. (The reality still stands that he would rather not be anywhere but here, by Mirio’s side, but he pushes that thought down even further.)

Mirio sounds almost normal perhaps to everyone else, as he smiles brighter, and accepts gifts and flowers (‘flowers,’ Tamaki’s head supplies unhelpfully, ‘probably paired with confessions and second buttons’). But Tamaki has never been just anyone, not when it comes to Mirio anyway. Tamaki can hear it underneath it all. He knows better, has spent years having his body attune to the other’s. There is happiness in there, definitely; nothing but fondness for his friends and a pure relief that is twisted in amongst it all; relief that they’ve all made it through, a little battered, a little bruised, but there together at least.

But there’s that uncertainty, misplaced almost, now that Mirio is next to becoming the Number One Hero and is still running on the path forged for him that can lead to nothing but greatness.

It’s almost reassuring that Mirio, Toogata Mirio, the best of them all, who manages to gain the trust of almost anyone; who managed to break down Tamaki’s walls with one blinding smile, arm slung across his shoulders; reassurance more overwhelming than any other feeling; who kept a hand outstretched, waiting, kind but never forceful, with a disarming grin and a “so you like heroes?”

It’s almost reassuring that Mirio feels like him sometimes, how Tamaki feels so small, so tiny, in this vast world, when Mirio burns so bright.

Mirio, who could have retracted that hand as quickly as he outstretched it; Mirio who tells him to keep his head up.

Sometimes, he wonders what a life without Mirio would be like.

In his memory, a moving van comes into view.

Tamaki doesn’t remember it completely; can just about make out the stacks of boxes, that characteristic sandy shade with the lid dipped from when his older brother sat on it. But he remembers small random snippets, like a view obscured with a hand: two L shapes cutting out the storyboards and pulling the insignificant points into view. Like a sun too bright to look at, hand obscuring the view to the trees around it or the sea below it; a bicycle propped up outside a convenience store.

Like a movie with all the main characters cropped out, the camera panning out, only to focus on the drifting clouds, the flutter of the laundry lined up in the garden. Their muted voices pushed underwater and instead an amplified audio clip of the noise that lies beneath it all; the crunch of asphalt underneath tires, the rustle of paper with directions; the background pulled into focus.

He remembers the first walk to school, clutching onto the end of his mother’s skirt as she spoke to his first homeroom teacher in Musutafu, that swooping feeling in his stomach as he stood in front of a class of less than thirty, the way his words died on his tongue and shrivelled into nothing. He remembers his brother decked out in a new gakuran, a little tap on his forehead, flick of his nose, a promise that he’ll make friends here. (Tamaki will never forget that disappointment that seemed to loom, that fear that reared its ugly head when he worried about letting his brother down.)

And he remembers, with an ache in his chest, nostalgia bursting at the seams, Mirio, as the first light in this stretch of darkness.

It is Mirio who has stayed with him despite it all. He owes Mirio this.

And so much more.

So Tamaki forces his head up, looks up, beyond; instead of down at his feet and the ground that threatens to crumble beneath his soles.

‘Head up,’ he thinks.

He will say it now. He must. So he tilts his head up a little higher, tries to be a little braver. There is so much he wants to say to Mirio but it doesn’t sound right no matter how he words it in his mind.

Beside him, Mirio, ever patient, waits.

Breathes in, holds it, one, two, three and-

“Mirio,” Tamaki starts off, but falters when he sees the boy turn towards him. Threading his fingers into his pockets, he picks at the nonexistent lint lining them but keeps his chin up. Keeps looking, far, far beyond where his eyes can see. He follows with, “for these three years,” and tries to ignore the look that flickers across Mirio’s face. It’s a look that he doesn’t quite understand despite the years between them. The pause makes him stop, halting abruptly, so once again he thinks-

‘Head up.’

Swallows, shakes away the nervousness that thrums through his body.

And tries again,

“For these last three years.” A pause. Head up. “And those before that.”

For being there when no one else was. For reaching through the darkness, filling in the silences when I needed you to; and for being silent when I didn’t.

There are so many things that Tamaki wants to say; a whole lifetime’s worth of words pulled back, trapped in a cage, with the lock still closed shut, and the key tucked safely in a box that he pretends to have misplaced. Words that stretch past entire galaxies and spiral into distances approaching infinity.

But really, through all of that, there is one thing (just the one, always just that one) that he wishes he could voice.

That one thing that falls out so easily when he presses a water bottle to Mirio’s forehead, reassures him with a heavy palm to his back, resting in the space between his shoulderblades, the dip from where his wings would stretch wide. It slips out effortlessly before Tamaki can even think of reeling it back in, snatch up these words that spread so clumsily, when he pulls a blanket over Mirio’s shoulders, steps into place beside him on the walk home after school; filling in with easy laughter, like the quiet soundtrack that Tamaki has grown so used to.

It is said in his ‘good morning’s, his ‘go to sleep’s; his ‘I’m here’s and ‘you can do it’; in a presence that gives him enough space to breathe but one that never wanders too far.

How could he possibly put this into words?

So instead, Tamaki steels himself and hopes that Mirio can hear what he really means. Can hear what he has been trying to say for so long, what he’s trying to cram into words, what he couldn’t even begin to form in sentences; not when he wants to say so much.

(Head up, head up, head up.)

“For everything.”

One by one, the petals fall, like a flurry of snowflakes in slow motion over a scene ripped out of an old movie reel (one that never does make it into cinema: its only screening in a makeshift theatre from drawn curtains and a stuffy room, in amongst stacks of papers marked with the name of the director.

An unremarkable scene from an equally unremarkable story.)

But for Tamaki, who is standing, a little bit bolder than he used to, more confident than what he thinks he deserves; as Suneater (and more importantly, Toogata Mirio’s best friend), it’s one of the most memorable.

(He wishes, he wishes, that Mirio can hear it; can figure out what he’s trying to say.

After all, Mirio’s never failed him before.)

Around them, the world falls silent, muffled into a thin hum that hangs in the air. Tamaki lifts his head up, tilts it to his left, and smiles back when Mirio grins at him.

“Thank you.”

#what he doesn't say is 'i love you' only hes not even sure if those are the right words and if theyre enough #yikes im so rusty but ive written 9k of miritama from these prompts which is a shock though none of it sounds like me hmm #miritama #boku no hero academia #amajiki tamaki #wip: a series of 'i love you's throughout the years #wip #otp: you're even more amazing than any sun #dumb drabble

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richardxathas-blog · 7 years

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Introducing my newest baby : Richard Athas, King of Athens, Witch, 33, Oldest Sibling in the Athas family. Professional ConMan.

Yes,if you read the end of that introductory subtitle you read that last job label description right.

For yes, my baby here is in fact an imposter. He isn’t the real Richard Athas. He is merely posing and pretending to be him. And the rest of the Athas family has no clue about it!! (yes, he’s job occupation may or may not have been vry lowkey inspired by Neal Caffrey frm White Collar)

But fret not, he is and this is a very fun fact *drumroll* a true Athas child.He has Athas bloodline running thru him frm dear old dad. yup, he is the illegitimate first child of the old and previous Athas King.. Which ofc makes him a half-sibling to the rest of the Athas children in here.

What happened was that, he was the product of a one-night stand between his mother (a witch) and his royal dad, the old King Athas, a couple of yrs before the old King Athas got married to the old Queen Athas (mom of Shiloh and gang ;)) When his mom found out she was pregnant with the king’s baby she kept taht a secret from him as it was just a one-night mistake and she didn’t want to cause any big trouble, scandal or ruin his life as he was already betrothed to someone from another royal family. So she fled Greece and came to the US and shortly after gave birth to a startling bright-blue eyed & healthy baby boy which she named Sebastian and gave him her own maiden surname.

Growing up, poor Seb nvr really got much maternal love or outpouring of affection from his mother. Sure she did care about him and truly loved her son in her own way, but she just wasn’t very good at showing her affections. He was a v bright young boy so he sorta figured out that she did love him as she took care of him, protected him, ensured his welfare at all times and guided him in harnessing his magic powers and everything, but still he longed for some properly caring outer displays of lovng affection. he saw other boys being warmly hugged by their mother s and he wanted that too, (as my poor baby is lowkey quite a loving boy at heart and just wants to love & be loved outwardly). His mom however was a pretty strict woman tho she did genuinely talk in a lil bit of caring tone whenever he was upset. She just ain’t that good with PDA. Plus, she was a single working mom, so y’know, she does get stressed easily or upset sometimes.

She nvr once told him about his dad, despite him asking about his father quite persistently when he was a young boy. She instead chose to keep her mouth shut and all she ever told him abt his dad’s identity was tht some things are better left unsaid & a mystery and they were MUCH BETTER off without him at all. She refused to budge an inch on telling him his true history (selfish woman :p) so eventually by the time he entered his teens he gave up asking and instead summarized by himself that his dad probably didn’t want them and maybe his mom was right, they were indeed better off without him. (that was a hard bitter pill for my poor baby to swallow :’()

However despite whatever inner emotional turmoil he had, he did grow up to be a healthy, extremely bright and outgoing, quite warm and friendly guy. He was ALSO SUPER CHARMING AND KNEW EXACTLY THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY (COS HE WAS QUITE OBSERVANT, PERCEPTIVE & TOOK NOTE OF ALL MOST EVERYTHING), so that made him quite popular with everyone he met, esp. with the ladies XD

Due to that realization of his glib tongue and how charming he could be, combined with his extraordinary memory skills (he’s got quite an eidetic/photographic memory), he then stumbled on what kind of job he wanted to do : be a conman. He had a love for the far more luxurious lifestyle of the upper class(he was pretty envious of them growing up tbh) & due to his low-class lifestyle of some days struggling to get by, he nvr wanted to experience that again as an adult. Due to his mom’s nagging and insistence, he did enroll into college and with his bright brains he did graduate with a business degree(heheXD) tho he lowkey nvr wanted to enter the biz world, slog hard and climb up the ladder slowly to success. his mom died vry soon after his graduation, and after an average period of mourning and grieving her death, he then left the small city he was staying in and went on to bigger cities. He wanted wealth and a comfortable life and he wanted it fast.

Thus for the next few years, he did odd jobs at first while mingling with some petty criminals and learning the tricks of the trade. Once he was sure he had gotten the knack of things, he then started planning his schemes and con jobs. Slowly but surely he became very sucessfull at what he did, which was partly helped by the fact that he was a witch so his magic came in handy half the time.

He also had perfected the trick of disguising himself and passing off as many different people or going under diff aliases. His best magical ability of all time, was glamour magic, where he could using magical glamour spells/potions to change his outer appearance to look like someone else or look different .

It was during one of his big schemes and con-job that he fatefully bumped into the real Richard Athas, some months ago. he had planned a vry difficult plan of robbing someone who lived in an expensive hotel. he had just sucessfully taken priceless and highly valueble artifact, when he was caught by Richard Athas. After several seconds of stunned silence and shock of them both staring at each other, COS THEY BOTH UNCANNILY LOOK A LOT ALIKE , LIKE 95% OF SIMiLIAR PHYSICAL FEATURES, Sebastian then shook his head and took off but unfortunately for him, Richard gave chase and with some help from his bodyguards Richard then sucessfully caught Sebastian.

After some through interrogation which involved a bit of magic, Richard then was hit by a bright idea. He was at that time, currently hding out 100% incognito as there had been an assaination attempt on his life a month prior, which was kept hush-hush from his family as he didnt want to upset them, and instead he had opted to take off to travel around, under the guise that he wanted to spare some time to take a break and restore his health. Unlike Sebastian, Richard didnt have a very healthy physical health history so all his siblings beleived his false excuse and he left Greece a couple fof weeks ago. And now upon meeting Sebastian, he this then had a plan to make a deal with him. he wouldn’t turn Sebastian over to the authorities, as he was a pretty wanted figure for his sucessful theivery(tho none of the authorities knew could put a name or actual true face to this elusive conman til now) and in return , Sebastian was going to help him uncover the culprits behind his assasination attempt. Ricard was desperate the solve the case fast. for he feared that they might come after him again or his dear family members or he even suspected that maybe some bigger scheme of things were afoot behind all this.

Reluctantly and left with no other choice at that moment, Sebastian agreed. He then left with that real King Richard (yes he was already King at that time, as dear ol dad Athas had already passed away some years ago). They both then travelled around secretly with richard’s entourage and small pack of bodyguards. For the next 2 months, they began working on Richard’s plan. He was absolutely certain that the assasins were gonna make another attempt on his life again, probs in Romania, so he decided that Sebastian would go to Colivie in his place, disguised as him while Richard would accompany him as his personal bodyguard under a completely diff disguise. Ofc, my baby initially refused that plan at first as he didnt want to die :P, but Richard countlessly assured him that everything was going to be fine as Richard would be able to stay in a background and together with a few of his most trusted bodyguards and personal detectives, they would be able to have a better eagle view of observing everything and everyone at every minute of fake Richard (Sebastian)’s day. So finally my baby Seb acquiesced despite his doubts.

During that 2 months, Seb spent the whole time studying Richard very thoroughly and and perfecting his whole inside and outside disguise of Richard. This was a dangerous scheme of things so everything had to absolutely perfect, down to how Richard tied his shoelaces, coughed or how he made a joke. He also had to memorize every single info and detail of all the Athas sibings and Richard’s friends who he might bump into while at Colivie. At the same time, equally perceptive Richard, was also studying Seb and had been investigating secretly on the side of Sebastian origins. When his investigators finally found out that Seb was actually his unknown-half-brother, Richard then confronted a clueless Seb about the the facts. There was a slight change in their relationship then , as initially that had slowly bonded a little due to quite meshing personalities as they had spent a LOT of time together, but now that Richard knew that Seb was his brother, the family-loving and generous young king wanted nothing better than to quickly welcome him back to Athens, introduce him to their siblings and secure his right as an Athas prince. (he def couldn’t be king cos illegitimate yo). However, Seb blatantly refused Richard’s offer over and over again and refused all Richard’s attempts at brotherly bonding. He didn’t want a family, he didnt NEED a family or siblings as he had grown up fine without them, or so he thought. He just wanted to do the current job, complete the deal, and leave & nvr see Richard again. (actually my baby verrrryyy lowkey deep down inside,wants to know what’s it like to feel needed, loved and have siblings and a proper family, butttt due to his late mom & he convincing himself all over the past many years growing up that he was better off alone, he would thus, NEVER EVER ADMIT THIS TINY BURIED LONGING, YET..XD)

After that full 2 months had passed, both guys thought everything was ready for their plan to commence and for Sebastian to go out in the open disguised as “Richard”. However, one horribly disastrous night, the Richard was accidentally killed in another assassination attempt. I say “accidentally” cos he actually was about to survive unscathed again, but to the events of that night, he risked his life to save Sebastian who was about to die soon, cos good pure soul Richard loves his half-brother already, and thus, a slight mishap happened in the process of saving Sebastian, and real king Richard died. ( i have the whole story in my head of that night of how richard died but, i wont torture u guys to read this lengthy bio any longer than necessary. but if anyone wants to know u can IM me anytime ;))

Poor Sebastian was then riddled with some grief and an immense amount of survivors guilt. he misplacedly blamed himself fully for Ricahrd dying cos he thinks that if Richard hadn;t turned back to save him, Richard would still be alive. Struggling with that horrible guilt, he then was 100% determined to still continue with Richard’s plan and this time, he wouldn’t give up till he was able to bring the guilty party to justice for Richard. And thus he has arrived at Colivie now, to act 100% as “King Richard” along with a few of Richard’s most trusted bodyguards. He is going to go along with the betrothal/ arranged marriage stuff /process but he wil do his upmost best to discreetly delay the wedding till he is able to solve the case. Once that goal is accomplished, then only he will reveal the horrible truth to the rest of the Athas siblings about everything and then instantly leave and nvr cross their paths ever again, cos he didn’t think he deserved to be there at all or to even be an Athas.

3 weeks later after Richard’s death, Seb is finally here at Colivie. He is now portraying all of King Richard’s outer attitudes, behaviours and personality traits as best as he can. This being, a friendly, v loving, warm, very fair minded, rational, engaging and humble and very good-hearted & very well-mannered & romantic as well as being 100% diplomatic with every single royal (Sebastian is groaning a lot at this last part tbh XD). he’s also using the glamouring magic which he is good at to make himself look 100% fully like Richard. Like i said earlier they both share 95% of vry similar and somewhat identical physical features, but the only small differences is that Seb is taller, has a diff nose and a slightly different pitch of voice. BUt with a little magic glamouring spell. Seb is magically able to transform his out appearance to look 100% Richard so the Athas family here won’t suspect a single thing. Seb is an expert liar by now so that helps too XD

#b #heavyintro #fill free to hmu orlike this post if u wanna plot loves!!<3xoxo #*feel*#kinda wrote a full bio here to properly explain everything so kudos and all my love to anyone who reads this till the end! XOXOX

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jacewilliams1 · 4 years

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Implausible, providential, or dumb luck?

I’ve waited almost a lifetime to fess up to behaving badly. The statute of limitations has hopefully expired in sixty-six years. Specifically, in 1954 at age twenty, 165 hours total time, no IFR training, and growing up on a rural Pennsylvania farm, I was living a teenage fantasy for adventure in a far-off land. Having earned a private ticket and graduating from high school in the same summer, then graduating two years later from Spartan School of Aeronautics with an A&P, I connected with LeTourneau Manufacturing, Long View, Texas, for training as a heavy construction equipment operator and mechanic.

President R. G. LeTourneau was in fact a lay minister in his Protestant church denomination and widely acclaimed for practicing his faith in business and for his abundant philanthropic generosity. In February 1954, the Peruvian government granted LeTourneau 990,000 acres of virgin Amazon headwater jungle acreage in exchange for building a 31-mile roadway to open up the jungle area for refugee colonization.

Pretty remote for a young man, but also pretty exciting.

LeTourneau disassembled earthmoving equipment, along with a Cessna 195 on floats, a Tri-Pacer, and a 135 hp PA-18 Super Cub and loaded all on flat-bottomed, ocean-going ships that moved up the Amazon as far as possible before unloading on the river bank. They named the riverhead Tournavista.

In June that year, the HR department didn’t need to ask me twice! By mid-July, along with seven others, I got to ride in a Douglas A-26 modified for civilian use, winging south to a Peruvian jungle outpost with a single clay airstrip at Pucallpa, Peru. At Tournavista, the senior pilot flying the C-195 on floats gave me a check ride in the Super Cub. This Cub was truly a “Plane Jane” workhorse, without radios and a bare bones panel.

Tournavista was located roughly 40 nautical air miles from Pucallpa. In late October, 1954, Hector, a Chilean LeTourneau Tech student getting course credits for a year in Peru, had been suffering with a monumental toothache for two days. LeTourneau’s nurse recommended that he fly to Lima, doubting dentistry in Pucallpa could competently deal with his condition. Faucett Airlines flew DC-3s between Lima and Pucallpa twice each week, arriving about 10:00 am in Pucallpa.

The next morning with two passengers—Hector and a Peruvian worker wanting to visit his family in Pucallpa—I took off into a clear, cloudless sky. Sometimes I flew two passengers in the Cub if one was of small physique. We kept a small kitchen step stool on hand for the third passenger. They would sit with their chin on their knees in the open baggage compartment behind the passenger’s seat, for a 25-minute flight. The plan was that Hector would connect with the 10:00 am flight to Lima.

About halfway to Pucallpa, I needed to climb to stay above the scattered cloud layer, which was too low to fly underneath. I could easily navigate by watching the river slide by under the scattered clouds. The cloud tops were fluffy white and flat in brilliant sunlight, the air smooth as silk. I thought about turning back to Tournavista as the scattered clouds morphed into a broken layer (smaller holes) but decided to continue.

A few minutes later, I needed to climb higher a second time to stay on top. Relaxed in perfect harmony with a gratifying flight (fat, dumb, and happy), it abruptly occurred to me that the point of no return had passed. Turning back to Tournavista and getting lost over endless jungle was too big a risk if the cloud deck drifted over Tournavista too. My safety exit of returning to Tournavista was now closed. Besides, we were almost there. I kept going, thinking about Hector’s toothache and not missing his flight to Lima. Soon, thatched roofs started showing up in the cloud openings. Then minutes later, Pucallpa’s dirt airstrip appeared, right where it should be.

This counted for modern transportation in the jungle.

After circling over the airstrip several times looking for the biggest hole, I throttled back to idle, pulled full flaps and started a mushing descent, near stall airspeed for smallest radius turn and steepest possible descent angle, I started a gliding turn into the biggest hole I could find over the runway.

Suddenly, to my complete surprise, I flew through a wisp of cloud! But I had neither the advanced training nor instruments in the airplane to fly through IMC. Realizing the hole was too small to turn inside, I panicked and momentarily forgot everything I had ever learned about coordinated flight! Pushing left rudder to keep the airplane inside the hole, I had to use right aileron to keep from rolling inverted, at the same time yanking the control stick full back into the right corner and full throttle to climb out of the hole.

The Super Cub obediently stalled before getting the throttle much off the idle stop, rolled further left and uncontrollably pitched nose down into the neatest spin entry one could hope for. Being at gross weight, tail heavy (with the CG likely beyond aft limit) and cross controlled, spin entry was a sure bet! My primary flight instructor taught me spins and loops before turning me loose to the private flight examiner.

What a blessing. Panic over—been there, done that. I knew exactly what to do next. I looked over the left side and straight down as we rapidly rotated above the runway. When the runway appeared to be widening swiftly and the thatched roofs were suddenly looking big, I recovered from the spin paralleling the runway and added partial power, thinking to slide in under the cloud base; the heck with the wind direction. The ceiling was low and visibility limited. The top of the 120 ft. communications tower near the airport administration building was in the clouds as I flew past it.

Beyond the runway’s end I made a wide, shallow-banked teardrop turn over the thatched roof houses and landed. Flying at rooftop level and not wanting to lose sight of the runway’s end in the mist, I started the turn too soon and ended up over the threshold in a shallow right turn barely off the ground, getting lined up with the runway.

On the way down, I was totally focused on closing the throttle, holding full left rudder, the stick against my gut and ailerons neutral. Flying the airplane during the spin, in a flicker I debated whether to retract the flaps, and decided no, not to risk disturbing a perfect spin. Flying the teardrop turn to a landing, I remember thinking, “So far, so good. Don’t do something really stupid like bank too steeply and drag a wing tip through a thatch roof!” I also remember my eyes hadn’t adjusted from brilliant sunshine to lower light levels under the clouds and how strange to see nothing but thatch roofs ahead at my level and all around, close in and almost touching the wheels—like flying through a wide tunnel in a surreal dream!

I was uncommonly lucky that day. The spinning airplane stayed inside the hole so that I never lost visual contact with the ground. If we had entered the clouds, I could not have known when to start recovery nor had time to recover under the 100 ft. ceiling.

Climbing out of the airplane, Hector said he enjoyed the scenery looking down on the fluffy white clouds in the smooth air, but coming down so fast made his head hurt even worse. Before I could say, “Sorry about that,” he added that the Peruvian behind him in the baggage compartment, had grabbed both shoulders and dug his fingers in so hard that his shoulders still hurt.

Then I noticed the Peruvians on the ground were behaving strangely—laughing, waving their arms in the air, and pointing to us. I asked Hector, “What are they saying?” (I didn’t understand Spanish.)

He listened for a minute, then turned to me. “They heard us circling overhead and when the engine noise stopped, they looked up thinking we ran out of gas and were going to crash and then saw the airplane twisting out of the clouds, in a dive near the ground.”

In the afternoon, with clear skies and returning to Tournavista alone, I repeatedly beat up on myself, remembering that spinning through a cloud layer was more or less routine for 1920s airmail pilots. Why didn’t I think to do an intentional spin through a hole?

Learning to fly a taildragger in those days meant learning to recover from spins.

But I knew at once that I had exercised inexcusable poor judgment, flying above the clouds without proper radios and instruments. I violated safe flying rule number two: never get trapped into a situation without a safe exit plan. I might have killed myself, taken two other humans with me, and ended the useful life of one perfectly good airplane.

Years later, flying commercially with pilots of varied backgrounds and experience levels, I had a revelation. Flying is about control. Intellectually, control might be central to the reason we learn to fly in the first place. For example, there is an extraordinary sense of “being in control” that pilots experience when flying. That skill returns feelings of accomplishment and satisfaction. Pilots that have disentangled from at least one dicey situation facing catastrophic consequences, yet keep on flying, have a heightened appreciation for the true meaning of control. They never take airmanship for granted, and are always circumspect. And their flying technique has a respectful, humble, and restrained approach to the application of control that clearly shows to other pilots. High time flight hours alone don’t always qualify. I got my induction into that pilot fraternity earlier than most.

Waiting this long to confess, I now understand my reluctance as an ego defense mechanism—to escape advertising my stupidity. (Someone has famously said, “If I don’t talk, listeners can’t know whether I’m very dull or very bright; why talk and remove all doubt?”) Lifelong, I rarely spoke of this experience except to close pilot friends and even then, the telling usually ended the conversation; not much remains to talk about. Moreover, what would be the point, who would believe it? Such colossal idiocy, shadowed by equally eccentric dumb luck, almost passes beyond belief.

Editor’s Note: This article is from our series called “I Can’t Believe I Did That,” where pilots ‘fess up about mistakes they’ve made but lived to tell about. If you have a story to tell, email us at: [email protected].

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My pretty miserable life

I am was only 13 when my life got from worse to more difficult my mom died just before I wrote my exams and I was so crushed because I was looking forward to her being at my fair well graduation from primary yo high a school. The way I was told that she had passed on to glory was more shocking as even today I can not believe it. I do not know if I am still in denial or I do not know how to deal with pain in general. I was left there all by myself both my sisters had to go to school and I had to finish my schooling at the primary I was at. My big sister was in varsity will the second born was in middle school. Well I was leabing under the care of an old couple who was looking forward to stay with me forever but they were denied the previllage to take care of me until I finished school. My family from my mother's side came and took me back to the village were I was lwft with no care. And ended up being and doing what I do now. 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