#everyone always talks about how listening to samuel and the sun makes the sad

[t3a-gh0st]

Me when "Samuel, as always stands beside her"

[fanfic-scribbles]

O Night

Fandom: MCU Captain America/Avengers

Summary: Facing your loved ones when you’re having a hard time can be hard to deal with, even for someone as strong as Sam Wilson. One Christmas Eve, he takes comfort with you while he builds his strength.

Quick facts: Romance – Sam Wilson/Reader –Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Christmas fic, some angst, comfort

Words: 2121

A/N: I got 6k words into a different story and had to scrap it but I still wanted to do something so here we are. Sorry for yet another coffee shop fic but coffee shops are one of my ultimate weaknesses and I miss them. It’s a great setting if you can’t resist the urge to wrap a blanket around your favorite characters. Or at least, give them a warm drink and someone to talk to. This takes place pre-Captain America, some nebulous time after Sam comes home from Afghanistan. I’m fudging a lot of details because uhh…because I can =3 Merry Christmas, you filthy animals <3

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It’s a quiet Christmas Eve. It feels too dark for the cusp of twilight, but the rain has been falling steadily all day and the clouds yet linger even though the sun is leaving. You’ve had an extremely small trickle of customers to your little coffee shop, probably thanks to the rain as much as the holiday, but it has been nice and you expected as much; that’s why you made sure you’re the only one scheduled.

Normally you wouldn’t feel so lonely, but you know your favorite regular won’t be in today as he’s visiting New York to be with his family. The thought makes you smile though. Sam Wilson is a good man and he’s been so excited for this trip, talking about it since Thanksgiving with almost everyone he’s ever encountered in your shop. You’re happy for him. Within the last week he’s started looking a little more tired, a little more worn down, and you’re hoping the trip lifts him up so that he’s back to his happy and vibrant self. And if he starts flirting with you again, well…that’s just a nice bonus.

You go through another hour and a half of absolutely no customers before you think you can call it early today. You’re the boss and you only have another hour scheduled, so you start cleaning up what little you have out, and when that’s done, you go to flip the sign and lock up.

To your surprise, that’s when someone appears at the door and tries to pull on it– and to further your surprise, it’s Sam.

You both freeze for a moment, but when he takes a step back you fumble with the lock.

“Sam?” you say as you throw the door open.

“I’m sorry,” he says, taking another step away. “I thought you were–”

You lean out into the cold, biting rain, grab him by the shirt collar, and drag him in. You shake the water off your arm and wonder the appropriateness of your action, as he looks utterly bewildered, but he’s inside where it’s warm and you don’t feel bad about that. Also, he tends to have a sense of humor about these things.

Indeed he blinks a few times and draws his lips out into a smile. But, while nice enough on the surface, it isn’t what you’re used to. His normal smile is a slow natural spread that reminds you of a languid sunrise. This one is more like glass breaking, small and jagged. A fracture on his face.

“I haven’t been handled like that in a while,” he jokes and pulls at his lapel for emphasis.

“I find that hard to believe,” you say and study him. The fragile smile falters for a moment, but then holds steady. “I thought you were going home for Christmas.”

He shrugs one shoulder and looks away, and the plastered smile finally starts to fade. “I thought you were still open.”

You mirror his shrug. “No one was coming in. I thought I’d sneak out early.”

“Oh don’t let me–”

“Sit your ass down Wilson.”

He laughs, but he does go sit his ass down in his regular seat in the back corner. You unwrap the leftover cake slices you were going to take home and start the little coffeemaker in the back that you use for quick fixes first thing in the morning. You keep stealing looks to make sure Sam is still there. He’s not talking, which isn’t normally a cause for concern– sometimes the two of you just sit together and enjoy each others’ company– but tonight it feels…wrong. His head is facing away and so he doesn’t seem to notice that you keep poking your head out to look at him. He fidgets, looks at the door every now and then, and just seems generally lost.

You walk out carefully, holding the handles of two steaming hot mugs in one hand and precariously balancing two cake-filled plates in the other. You make it to the table, and Sam is so preoccupied with his thoughts that he doesn’t start to help you until the plates touch the wood surface.

“Shit– sorry,” he says and reaches to help.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say and place a mug in front of him before taking the seat across. Sam breathes in the steam and takes a sip, and you sit quietly with your own cup, allowing him to fortify himself.

It takes a few minutes, but he solidifies into something a little less ragged and his smile, when he can manage one, is small and sad and true. “I’m sorry I kept you open,” he says and looks down at his cup.

“I was expecting to be open for another hour anyways. I’m just five years old at heart and got bored,” you say and get a slight twitch up of his lips before they fall back into place. He still isn’t looking at you and you try to be gentle when you say, “It’s Christmas Eve.”

“So it is.”

“I thought you were going home to Harlem to visit your family,” you say. He’s silent, and your heart breaks a little at what that might mean. “Did something happen?”

“Wha- no, no.” He shakes his head emphatically, looks at you, and then looks away, at the rain hitting the window. It’s too dark to see much, but he remains resolute. Stubborn. “I…told them something came up. That I wasn’t coming.”

Your eyes go wide. Sam is a sharer and you cannot imagine that went over well. “Why?” When he gives a nonchalant little shrug you frown. “Sam.”

“I haven’t been…feeling well,” he says, tripping over ‘feeling’ and finishing quietly. “I think it’s better if I just stay home.”

“You were so looking forward to seeing them though,” you say gently. It’s all he’s been talking about for weeks. Or at least…he was. You assumed it was just typical holiday stress but now you’re thinking it’s something else and you feel guilty for not asking, when he’s always been so sweet to you and your employees. “And it sounds like they love you.”

“I’ll see them again.”

You don’t doubt that, but he’s hunched in on himself and he looks so… “Have you been sleeping at all?”

“Not much,” he admits but he sits up and rolls his shoulders. “It comes and goes.” He smiles at you. “Sorry, I should–”

“Is it that you think you can’t handle them or you think they can’t handle you?”

You hadn’t meant to say that, and the way Sam freezes tells you very clearly how much he didn’t expect to hear it, but letting him go like this just isn’t right. You see his hand on the table and creep yours a little closer– not touching, just to be nearby. So he doesn’t feel so alone. “I didn’t mean to be pushy,” you say. “But I’m worried about you.”

He exhales like he’s trying to expel all his air in one burst and shakes his head. “I’m not okay,” he says softly. “And I don’t want them to see me like this.”

“Is hiding going to make it any better?” you ask, still trying to be gentle. “It’s a bad time of year to be alone, and they’re probably just as desperate to see you as you are to see them. Or…were.”

“Am,” he corrects, still looking at the table. His hand becomes a fist and he takes a deep breath. “I want to see them, but it doesn’t feel right to make them go through this too, you know?”

“Like you’re inflicting yourself on them,” you say and he nods. You sigh. “Aren't they already going to be worried? That you’re skipping out on them? At Christmas?”

He opens his hands. “I can fake it better on the phone.”

“Samuel…Wilson.”

He gives you a brief grin. “Hard to scold someone when you don’t know their middle name, isn’t it?”

“Samuel Whatever Wilson.”

That gets a brief laugh out of him, which ends abruptly when his phone, resting by his elbow, plays a song. You peek and feel a flutter at the caller ID– but he just stares at it. You’ve never seen a man look so weary and wary at the same time.

“That seems important,” you say.

The look he gives you is unimpressed, but he slides his hand over, waits one more ring, then snaps it up with a cheerful, “Hey Mama!” A second passes and after a brief moment of surprise his expression twists down. “Hey…I’m okay, everything is– …oh…okay?”

You reach out to give his hand a brief squeeze and then stand to give him some privacy. His cup is empty but the plate still has some food on it so you take the empty mugs, your plate, and make yourself scarce for a little bit. You hang out in the back room and try not to eavesdrop, but you don’t want him to skip out and be miserable on his own, so you try to just listen for the end of the call.

Fifteen minutes pass and you’re about to exit the back with a full cup of hot coffee to fortify him when you hear, “All right Mama…I’ll be there in the morning.”

He keeps talking but you’re suddenly occupied with trying not to splash hot coffee all over yourself in your excitement. You turn back around and quickly pour the coffee in a travel mug, and box up the last piece of cake. You come out with both in time to see Sam rubbing his ear.

“She must have given you a talking to,” you say. He jolts, like he had forgotten you were there, and his smile comes easier. It’s not one of his bright ones– there’s still a tinge of sadness– but the sight of it fills you with relief. Resignation doesn’t normally look so good, but in this case it’s the best thing you’ve yet seen.

“Nobody can do it better than my mama,” he says fondly and looks at the cup and food.

“I tried not to hear anything,” you say apologetically. “But given I doubt you can get a flight now, it sounds like you’ve got a long night of driving ahead of you.”

He stands. “Yeah,” he says, right in front of you, just inches away. “I guess I do. How much I owe you?”

You shake your head. He’s very close and it is very distracting. “Merry Christmas Sam,” you say and smile at him. “Go be with people that love you.”

His smile softens. “I will,” he says like it’s a promise. And then he…dips in, and kisses you. It’s light and chaste and your skin still feels the ghostly pressure of his lips on yours even when he pulls back. He studies you and you make your smile a little bigger. It isn’t hard.

“Sorry,” he says, still smiling. “Sometimes I think I don’t want to ‘inflict’ myself on anybody, and then sometimes I forget.”

“I don’t think I’d mind being inflicted with you.” You scrunch your face. “Sorry, that didn’t sound so dirty in my head.”

He laughs and you playfully push his shoulder as you step back. “Better get packing before your mama comes to collect you herself.”

He does shudder at that and he grabs his cup…but he stops and writes a number on a napkin, which he presents to you. “For some distance inflicting.”

“You make it sound so romantic.” But you take it, smiling. “Have a safe trip.”

“Guaranteed now.” He holds up the drink that’ll maybe get him through the next hour, but at least it’s something. He wishes you a merry Christmas and you swallow at hearing your name in the softest tone imaginable. And yet he still sounds unsure when he adds, “I’ll see you when I get back?”

“You better,” you say. You both stare at each other for a little while longer, until you finally shoo him out the door so that he can get on the road and you can get home yourself.

Sitting at home with an excellent meal, the rain pattering against your window, and a fire warming your small cozy apartment, you don’t envy Sam having to race to New York in the rain on Christmas Eve, but you smile at the thought of the stories he’s going to come back with and settle in to rest so that you’re ready for his return. This next year is going to be interesting– and pleasant, if that kiss is any indication.

Your lips feel heavy at the memory and they make a smile all their own. Merry Christmas indeed.

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Always & Forever: Part 5

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Summary: Being forced into an arranged marriage by your father doesn't go quite to plan when your soon to be husband tries to take the only freedom you have ever known. Little does he know someone else was listening in. Go on a journey to discover that Lucifer may not be as bad as he appears. He did save your life after all.

Warnings: talks of acts of violence, talks of possession, age gap, cursing, fluff, some angst, mentions of blood and injury, talk of mature topics, 18+ only.

Word Count: 2408

A/N: I try to stay as true to the time period as I am comfortable with. This an 18+ only series. You have been warned. There is a lot of talk about mature topics. You have been warned. All thoughts in italics.

Enjoy!

Not married? But Lucifer was my husband, he had to be. He was real. I knew he was real. I knew I couldn’t have dreamt what happened last night. It was so vivid.

“Miss, sorry to interrupt your discussion, but you do have a lesson today.” My hand-maiden came in.

“What lesson?”

“History, miss.”

“Fine. Sorry we have to cut this short Maddox. Maybe we can meet later and discuss further. Maybe prove to you what we discussed.”

“Maybe.”

I follow my hand-maiden to the royal library.

“I have brought the princess as you requested sir.”

“Good.” My tutor spoke up.

“Good morning Samuel.”

“It’s just Sam, your highness.”

“Sorry. So, what are we learning in history today?”

“You get to decide for yourself, your highness.”

“I would like to study the history, and current events of the Oslucatish Kingdom.”

“Why not your own kingdom?”

“Because I need to know something. I will explain once I find my answer.”

“Alright, I shall grab you those books.”

“Can I start with current events please?”

“I suppose. I will grab the scrolls as well then.”

“Thank you.”

Sam brought me the books and scrolls, and I began looking into the current events of their army. I knew they had a little bit of an advantage, but I needed to know how. I then found my answer quickly. It was because of Lucifer they had the upper hand in this war. I knew I had to find him, thinking that maybe if he saw me, he would remember me, and things will fall back into place.

“Sam do you know where their army is placed currently?”

“I believe their soldiers are headed home by now. Maybe the southern mountain trail.”

“Perfect. Thank you.” I stand up and grab my stuff.

“Hold on just a minute. We aren’t done yet.”

“I’ve got my answer. I just need him to see me to remember. He has to remember me.”

“Who?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.” “I’ll take my chances thanks. I must prepare for a long journey.”

“Woah, woah, woah. I’m going with you then.”

“This really doesn’t concern you Sam.” “It does if it��s Lucifer you’re after. My brother and I will escort you. He just returned from the hunt for those bandits.”

His brother must be the new commander then.

“I guess. As long as you both don’t try to stop me.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

“Fine then. You both can escort me.”

“I’ll go get ready and inform my brother.”

I nod and head back to my room and change into something comfortable for riding a while in. A dress isn’t exactly the most comfortable thing to ride a horse in. I finished getting ready and met Sam and his brother at the stables.

“I don’t understand why she wants to see him. He’s going to kill her on sight, no question about it.”

“Dean come on, We have to be a little supportive of the princess. No matter how stupid her decision seems.”

“She does realise she’s going to get herself killed, and then we have to risk our lives because she is stupid and idiotic.”

“Dean you need to keep it down. She’ll be here any minute, if she hears us talking like this, she’ll run off on her own and then we will have to bring an arm with us to find her.”

“Don’t bother. I’ve heard enough.” I say walking inside.

“Y-your highness. I-I didn’t mean…”

“Save it Sam. I should have just kept my mouth shut. I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

“You didn’t give me a reason to understand.”

“I know you probably hate me princess, but…”

“Only Lucifer is allowed to call me princess. You may only call me highness, or m’lady. Anything else and I shall report you to my father.”

“Yes, your highness.” 

I knew I caught Dean off guard. I was on a mission and no one was going to stop me. “We best get going if we want to reach the village in time.”

“What village?” Sam asked, thinking we were going to race to the Southern Mountain.

“There is a village nestled at the top of the mountain. The quicker we get going, the better. It’ll get dark quick, and we want to enjoy the festivities.”

“Festivities?” Dean asked, confused.

“The celebration of sovereignty is a momentous occasion. The Oslucatish soldiers will probably rest there for the night, and join the celebration. It is in their territory after all.”

“You’ve done your research, your highness.”

“I’ve tried.” I said grabbing a horse and mounting it, “we haven’t got all day boys. Try and keep up.” I nudge the horse into a gallop and take off towards the woods.

It didn’t take long for the brothers to catch up to me. We rode all day long to make sure we got to the village before nightfall.

We finally arrived, just as the sun began to set.

“I’ll secure a place for us to stay tonight, Sam you escort her around town.”

I let Sam follow me as I search the town, but there was no sign of the soldiers anywhere.

“So why do you want to find Lucifer so bad?”

“I had a dream, one so vivid, I believe it was once real. I woke up this morning to find Lucifer was gone, and that no such adventure had happened. I feel that, since it was so vivid, if Lucifer sees me, he’ll remember me.”

“You have a lot of hope riding on this huh?”

“I do. I feel like I have so much to lose if I don’t find him. We almost were torn apart once, and I won’t let that actually happen. I will keep fighting for him. No matter what the cost.”

“I admire your nobility, and your determination, your highness.”

“Thank you. I just hope that I’m right.”

“For the sake of you, and our kingdom, I hope so too.”

We wander a little longer till the crowd ahead bursts into cheers and praise. This was it. The soldiers must have just arrived. This was my chance to finally show my face to him. I broke my way through the crowd to get a better look, and there he was. A top a majestic steed turning his face away from all the attention from the ladies. I had to get his attention somehow.

Please remember me Luc. Please see my face and run to me. I yearn to feel your string, yet gentle arms embrace me once more.

Now was my chance I had nothing left to lose, “All hail Prince Lucifer! Second son of Oslucatish!” I shouted at the top of my lungs. I knew he had to hear me. He had to.

The whole parade of soldiers stops, and Lucifer hops off his horse. The crowd suddenly goes silent, as Lucifer looks around. I swear I could see a glimmer of hope behind those cold dark eyes.

“Who said that? Speak now and face minor consequences.”

“I did.” I stepped into the center where the soldiers were. 

Everyone recognized me, and began to whisper amongst themselves. I didn’t care. I was now standing only feet away from the man who held me so tight the night before.

“Who are you?”

“Everyone here can answer that Luc.” I spoke gently to him. If I spoke harshly he may not remember me.

“Guards, escort her to my room. I shall deal with her myself.”

I felt two huge hands grab my arms, but I didn’t struggle. No audience was better if I was to help him remember me.

The guards take me to his room and slam the door behind me.

Not exactly friendly are they. At least I get to be alone with him.

The door bursts open and Lucifer walks in looking stearn and angry.

“I don’t know who you think you are, but you can’t proclaim whatever you feel like, if my brother, or father were to hear you say that, you would be killed on sight. I’m only a knight now. I gave up my prince duties a long time ago.”

“Luc, look at me. Look into my eyes, and tell me I’m a force to be reckoned with. Tell me that you don’t think I can hold my own when it comes to Michael and your father.”

“No one knows about Michael except those in our kingdom. You are an outsider.”

“My name is Princess Y/N of Lucaea.”

“Then you should not be here. If anyone finds out you’re from Lucaea, let alone the princess, you will be killed for game. However you came here, or for whatever you came here for, you need to leave now.”

“I’m not leaving without you. I came this far, and I won’t leave till you agree to come with me.”

“You’ll have to kill me first before I agree to that.”

“I won’t kill you Lucifer. I won’t do it.”

“Then I’m not leaving with you.”

“Answer me this then, I called you Luc twice and you didn’t tell me to stop, why is that?”

“Because you don’t exist. You’re just another vision of my imagination that isn’t real.”

“I’m not a figment of your imagination. I’m real.” 

I reach out to caress his cheek, but he smacks my hand away. I gave a look of anger at him, shocked that he did that, “I didn’t come all this way for you to smack my hand away. I came here to make peace with our people and this is the thanks I get!? Some fucking knight in shining armor you are. I can’t believe I just wasted my time on someone who doesn’t clear doesn’t want me, or peace.”

“Sir is everything alright?” A guard walks in.

Suddenly, Lucifer lunges at me and grabs my throat, “everything is alright. I said I could handle this.”

The guard leaves, but Lucifer doesn’t release his grip around my throat.

I just chuckle, “look at you, you’re no different than your arrogant brother. Maybe I was wrong,” my expression went from angry to sadness, “maybe I was wrong about you all along.”

He lets go of me, and stands up, “I...shit, what have I done?”

“You aren’t my Lucifer that’s for sure.” I say standing up and wiping myself off.

“Why...why did you come here?”

“I came to look for you. Came to see if seeing my face would help you remember.”

“Re-remember what?”

“A dream I had. It was so vivid, i felt like it was one of those dreams that only two people remember, and the rest think they’re crazy.”

“What was your dream about?”

“About how we met. I was supposed to marry Michael, he tried to kill me, you saved my life, and we made a pact to marry each other for the sake of our kingdoms. My father disagreed with this and tried to force me to martyr Michael anyways. I snuck out of my chambers and ran to the dungeon, where I found you all bloody, and hurt. We escaped to Taekya because Michael had declared war against them, and the people were furious with us. We got the declaration of war and brought it back to my father. My father then agreed to let us marry, and we did.

“That’s when I woke up, cold and all alone. I wanted you by my side. I never wanted you to leave. When no one knew about what I was talking about, I knew I had to come find you. I had to see you, even if it was one last time. I fought too hard to get you, just for me to lose you.”

“You believe that was all a dream?”

“It has to be. No one else remembers.”

“What if it wasn’t a dream?”

“That would be nice, but you would never choke me, or slap me ever. That isn’t the Lucifer I married.”

“Well that Lucifer, and this Lucifer have changed. I kill because I feel more alive than I ever have before. That Lucifer was a coward.”

“Don’t you dare say that! That Lucifer was nothing but brave! He was my hero!”

“Your hero died with your memory. So, I suggest you go back to whatever worthless hole you crawled out of because you are not my princess. Besides, my princess would be disappointed if she saw the man I turned into for her.”

“Princess!” Sam and Dean burst through the door wielding their swords. “If it isn’t the two jesters. You’re the bodyguards for the new princess? I thought that the king would send someone more qualified for the job. It won’t be as rewarding when I finally kill you.”

Lucifer runs at Sam too quickly for him to react in time. I had to do something. I had to stop him. I didn’t know how though, he could easily kill me no problem.

“Lucifer stop!”

He turns and looks at me, and I knew I had fear written all over my face. I was scared of what he had become.

“Y/N get out of here now! We can handle him.”

“I’m the only one giving orders Dean. Not you. Everyone dares to take the one freedom that I truly am free to use. Step out of line again and you’ll need to find a new place of work and let me tell you it won’t be as grand as the life you have now.”

I saw something click in Lucifer’s head, “y-you said that to a guard who tried to stop you from entering your father’s study.”

I started to recall the dream I had, and he was right. He did recognize me.

“Word for word exactly.”

“So you do remember me?”

“You proved to me you’re actually real. That you really are Princess Y/N of Lucaea.”

“I am. Come home with me Lucifer. I don’t want to spend another hopeless day without you by my side any longer. It’s been torture not being able to run up and hug you.”

“I-I can’t go back with you.”

“Why not?”

“I’d be dead if your father saw me.” “I’ll talk to him and straighten things out. Whatever started this war, we can end it.”

“You don’t understand. I will never be allowed to marry you.”

“Why not!?”

“Because I’m the reason your father declared war against Oslucatish.”

[the--blackdahlia]

The General’s Daughter Chapter 3

Title: The General’s Daughter Chapter 3

Summary:  Stevie Holstead was enjoying her time at a hospital in Seoul. She was there with friends, even with the ever-watching eyes of her father watching her. That was until Margaret Houlihan decided she needed help with the nurses. Now Stevie is heading to the 4077th, and a whole lot of adventure that she never thought she would see in her lifetime.

Series Warnings: Language, violence, war themes, later attempted non-con, sexual themes, later sexual scene, crude humor, and more that might come to mind later on.

AN: Thank you so much to everyone who read chapter 2! I really appreciate it! I would also like to thank @piratewithvigor​​ for being my beta and listening to my insane ideas. Also, I want to go ahead and add that I have decided that this verse is “it’s okay to be gay”. Screw homophobic 1950s.

Taglist: @traceyaudette​

Henry was sitting at a table in the mess tent with Margaret and Frank when Stevie walked in, feeling more refreshed than she had a few hours ago. She got her food and was about to find herself a place to sit when she was called over to their table. Part of her wanted to be alone, to just go through the motions until she was called back to Seoul, but another part of her really did want to fit in and enjoy her time at the famous 4077th.

“Majors. Colonel,” Stevie greeted the three as she sat down by Henry.

“How are you liking it so far?” Henry asked, smiling at her.

“It’s a lot different than Seoul,” She returned his smile the best that she could. “But it’s not bad.”

“Not bad, she says,” Henry laughed loudly. Stevie took a sip of her coffee and coughed when the liquid touched her taste buds.

“Woah, that’s like tar,” She shuddered. “Gather some of this and we could have paved roads all throughout here.” The doors to the mess tent opened and Trapper and Hawkeye made their way in. BJ had gotten fed up listening to Hawkeye not crush on Stevie and kicked him out, sending him to annoy Trapper for a little bit while he got some sleep. Trapper was quick to sit down by Stevie, giving Hawkeye a shit eating grin when he glared at the other surgeon. He was forced to sit on the other side of Margaret, refusing to sit by Frank.

“What did we miss?” Trapper asked, making eye contact with Hawkeye as he moved closer to Stevie.

“Stevie discovered real Army coffee,” Margaret explained. “Even though I

thought you would’ve been used to it being from a military family.”

“Well, we were always in fully functioning hospitals and such. They usually had good coffee.” Stevie took a bite of her food and made a disgusted face. “And food.”

“Oh, your dad’s a doctor too?” Frank asked. Stevie nodded while Margaret smiled. Just like most of the higher brass, she knew Samuel Holstead’s track record. And he was one she hadn’t had the opportunity to have a discussion with.

“Does that mean he’s the surgeon general?” Hawkeye asked. Margaret turned to glare at the captain and was about to berate him when Stevie started laughing.

“Oh my! That was good!” Stevie smiled brightly at Hawkeye. “I seriously have never thought of that one before.” Margaret rolled her eyes as Hawkeye leaned across the table.

“I’m Hawkeye. We met earlier but you were tired.” He told her.

“Hawkeye? Like Last of the Mohicans? ” Stevie asked. Trapper could see Hawkeye’s eye light up. He just knew that him and BJ would be subjected to more of his “not crushing” on Stevie in the days to come.

“Exactly,” He smiled at her and Frank groaned.

“Now, don’t you be corrupting her like you did Hunnicutt!” Frank snapped.

“Can’t corrupt the corrupted,” Trapper laughed.  Stevie shook her head and worked on trying to eat the food in front of her. “Even though, I think that the food will kill Ms. Captain here before we have a chance to corrupt her.”

“It’s not the worst food I’ve had,” Stevie explained. “But I’ve been to so many bases over my lifetime, I couldn’t tell you which was the best and worst.” She fiddled with the dog tags around her neck.

“Where is home then?” Hawkeye asked. “If you’ve been to so many places.”

“I was born in Cicero, Indiana, and lived there until dad got settled in the remodeled Fort Benjamin Harrison.”

“I’m from Fort Wayne!” Frank said excitedly. “Wait, where’s Cicero?” Stevie sighed.

“Anyway, we lived in Indiana until I was about one or two I think. I’ve probably been on at least 50 bases over my lifetime. But my favorite was California. The sun, the beach. But that’s all a story for another time.” She smiled and Hawkeye was sure that you could see his heart pounding out of his chest like in those Looney Tunes episodes. “Anyway, Major Houlihan, whenever you want to introduce me to the rest of the nursing team, I’m ready.”

“Don’t you want the rest of your oatmeal?” Trapper asked, poking at a white blob on her tray.

“That’s oatmeal?” Stevie asked. “I thought it was bad powered eggs.”

“Welcome to the 4077th,” Hawkeye laughed. “Where we have 1 star food and the ambient noise of gunfire to lull you to sleep.” Stevie gave him another smile before her and Margaret headed off to see the other nurses.

****

“I’ll have to apologize for Captain Pierce,” Margaret told Stevie as they headed towards the other nurses quarters. “He’s a good surgeon, but too cynical and a little too much of everything else. Especially for a first meeting.”

“He’s fine major,” Stevie smiled fondly. “He reminds me of someone.”

“Oh? A boyfriend back home or something?” Margaret quizzed.

“Not quite. He's a friend who's a boy and we flirt and all, but he's like the brother I never had and always wanted . ” Stevie sighed. “I still miss him a lot. Even though my dad doesn’t like me hanging out with sergeants”

“A sergeant?” Margaret asked.

“Well, I just call him a sergeant. Michael’s actually a sergeant major, but he wants to be a warrant officer so bad,” Margaret watched a sad smile make it’s way on Stevie’s face before she shook her head.

“Well, a sergeant major is almost an officer,” Margaret told her, patting her shoulder. “And a warrant officer is a lot of responsibility.”

“Yeah...” Stevie shook herself out of her homesickness, returning to her cheerful mood. “Come on. I’m ready to meet the girls.” Margaret returned her smile and went to get the nurses so Stevie could meet them.

****

“Earth to Hawkeye,” Henry waved his hand in front of Hawkeye’s face. “Hello.”

“What?” Hawkeye asked, turning his attention to the table in front of him. Radar, Klinger, BJ, Trapper, Henry, and himself were all gathered around the table for their poker game.

“Are you playing or not?” Trapper asked. “Or are you still daydreaming about Captain Holstead?”

“I’m not daydreaming about Stevie,” Hawkeye told them, throwing a couple chips into the pot.

“I had to kick him out because he kept talking about her goofy cute smile,” BJ told the group, causing Hawkeye to shoot a glare his way.

“Oh, it’s just a crush. Once she’s here for a few days, it’ll go away,” Henry told them. “Especially after he adds her notch to his bedpost.”

“What?” Radar asked. Klinger just patted his arm.

“We’ll tell you when you’re older,” Klinger laughed. Radar pulled his arm away.

“I think I’m old enough!” Radar’s voice squeaked a little, making all the guys smile.

“What Henry means is that Hawk will get a roll in the hay with Ms. Captain and then he’ll be back on his normal bullshit,” Trapper explained to Radar. “He’ll be drooling over her replacement when Hot Lips scares her so much that she would rather be at a front line aid station than here.”

“Oh shut up,” Hawkeye shook his head. “Let’s just play cards.” Radar, Klinger, Henry, BJ, and  Trapper all exchanged looks. “What?”

“Nothing,” BJ shook his head. “I’m in.”

****

Attention! Incoming wounded! Let’s do this folks!

Stevie stood in the OR with the other nurses. The corpsmen brought in a wounded soldier for each surgeon. Margaret went to stand by Frank, wanting to stand on the sidelines and see how Captain Holstead handled high paced surgery.

“Captain Holstead, assist Captain McIntyre,” Margaret told her. Stevie nodded and headed over to Trapper.

“Hey there sweetheart,” Trapper smiled at her under his mask. “I’m so glad I get to be your partner for your first dance.”

“I’ve assisted in several surgeries,” Stevie told him. “But this is a first at a MASH.”

“Then I’m glad I can be your first,” Trapper glanced up at Hawkeye, who was glaring.

“You wish Captain,” Stevie was smirking now. Trapper chuckled.

“Can I get some quiet in here?!” Frank yelled.

“Yeah Frank. Quiet,” Hawkeye shot back.

The time in the OR seemed to fly by as Stevie worked with Trapper. She seemed to be channeling her inner Radar, being able to get Trapper what he needed before he even asked her. Eventually, the wounded stopped coming and everyone stripped out of their blood stained scrubs.

“So, how was she?” Margaret pulled Trapper aside to speak to him about Stevie. Captain Holstead was otherwise preoccupied with BJ.

“She was magnificent in every sense of the word,” Trapper told her. “I wouldn’t mind seeing how she could be as a partner in other areas.”

“Oh you pervert!” Frank shook his head.

“I was meaning euchre Frank,” Trapper shook his head. “We have some very dirty minded people in this camp.” He laughed and headed out.

“I’d love to see pictures of her,” Stevie told BJ. She had gotten him talking about Peg and Erin, and he hadn’t been able to stop. “Her and your wife just sound so cute.”

“They are,” BJ nodded. “I’m going to call it a night, but I have plenty of pictures in the Swamp I can show you.”

“I’d love that,” She smiled at him and ran her fingers through her hair. “Well, I’ll see you later. I want to wash some of this blood off before I have Post OP duty.”

“Got you pulling that already?” BJ laughed. “Must have pissed someone off.” He smiled. “Goodnight Stevie.”

“Goodnight BJ,” She waved goodbye to the doctor before turning to scrub at her hands. Hawkeye threw his dirty laundry in the bag to be sanitised before heading over to where Stevie was. Frank and Margaret looked at each other before making their way over as well.

“You did well Captain Holstead,” Margaret complimented her, a rare event that most nurses didn’t get to see. “I hope you keep it up.”

“Yes major. I won’t let you down.” Stevie nodded. “Goodnight.” Margaret smiled before leading Frank out. “So, how long have those two been tangoing?” Stevie asked Hawkeye, not even looking up at him.

“That obvious?” Hawkeye asked, leaning up against the wall to watch her.

“Reminds me of some of the going ons back in Seoul,” Stevie told him. “I’m guessing one of them is married?”

“Frank’s married to who we assume is a hostage, Margaret’s married to the Army,” Hawkeye laughed. “What about you? Partner? Kids?”

“I haven’t even had as much of a dog,” Stevie sighed. “Dad said they were just too much trouble. And I haven’t been in one place for long enough to have any serious relationships.” She tried off her hands and headed towards the Post OP for her evening rounds, surprised to see Hawkeye following her.

“I’m on night duty,” He told her. “Do you want some coffee or anything?”

“I’m okay for right now captain,” Stevie told him, walking through the rows of beds, looking at the wounded and resting servicemen. Part of her was scared that she would look at these faces and see one of the faces of her friends she had made over the years. But Michael was in Seoul the last she knew; Saul had gone to England for his grandmother’s funeral, and she didn’t see him coming back any time soon; Bill, no, his name was Axl, had been sent home and threatened to run to Canada if they ever tried to pull him back; and Izzy had switched to the Air Force with dreams of flying planes the way he raced cars, fast.

“You can call me Hawkeye,” He told her, taking his seat at the desk in the corner. He put his feet up on it and watched Stevie walk around, checking on the charts. “So, do you know any of them?”

“Who?” Stevie looked at him.

“The Rockettes,” Hawkeye laughed. “The soldiers.” Hawkeye waved a hand to indicate what he meant.

“Oh, no,” She shook her head and took a seat at the desk with him. “Thankfully, I don’t. But I know that won’t last long.”

“What makes you say that?” Hawkeye asked.

“Some of these kids can’t afford to get sent home. If their injuries aren’t bad enough, they’ll let some officer tell them how great Army life is, promise them things that won’t ever come to them, and the cycle repeats itself.” Stevie sighed.

“Lots of experience with that?”

“I know four guys that I’ve met at different bases over the years,” Stevie explained. “Only one of them didn’t let himself be convinced by the military to stay. He went back to Indiana, saying he’d rather take his chances with his asshole stepfather than be in the military one more day.”

“You know, for you to be regular army, you don’t have a very high opinion of it,” Hawkeye put his feet on the ground and leaned forward. “Like, I know why I hate it. But why do you?”

“I don’t hate it,” Stevie told him. “I just resent it.”

“Oh? Do tell?” Hawkeye smiled at her. Stevie laughed a little.

“Maybe some other time,” she got up. “Don’t want to give all my secrets away on the first day. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have my rounds to make.”

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King Falls AM - Episode Three: Catch And Release

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Summary: June 1, 2015 - Sammy & Ben are live at Lake Hatchenhaw for the 55th Annual King Falls Bass Tournament with special guest Mayor Grisham.

[Podcast intro music]

[Banjo music]

Randy McMullet [heavy southern accent] Howdy y’all! It’s Randy McMullet from McMullet’s International Palace of Snake Skin Boots and I’m here to tell you we got some slithery savings this weekend! So much savings you’ll have a hissy fit! We’re not holdin’ anything back ‘cause it’s that time of year again! It’s our annual Snake Skin Blowout! I’m talkin’ ‘bout rattlesnake, copperhead, viper, black mamba, and boa constrictor. We got big snake boots at baby snake prices! Ya better hurry though before our inventory is extinct! So come on down to McMullet’s International Palace of Snake Skin Boots! We’ll be there from sun up to sun down this Saturday and Sunday at the corner of Route 72 and ol’ Bombin’ Range Road! McMullet’s International Palace of Snake Skin Boots! Where we fill your boots, with savin’s!

[Banjo music fades out]

[KFAM rock intro music]

Sammy Good morning! You’re listening to King Falls AM, that’s 660 on the radio dial. It’s twelve minutes to six and a beautiful 67 degrees out here at Lake Hatchenhaw.

Ben We are mere minutes away from the starter pistol going off signaling the beginning of the 55th annual King Falls Bass Tournament.

Sammy Ben! I couldn’t have said that better myself, you’re a natural!

Ben [“aw shucks”] Whatever, Sammy.

Sammy But you heard it, kids! The tournament’s about to get under way, but the festivities will be happening all day today. Be sure to swing on by the King Falls AM booth, pick up a bumper sticker, say hi to your favorite personalities, that sort of thing.

Ben And, of course, don’t forget to tweet us your pics today @KingFallsAM or Instagram us with the hashtag kingfalls, and we will repost those bad boys.

Sammy Absolutely, Ben. But just because this show is winding down, doesn’t mean we’re going to sleep on you! We’ve got a guest!

Ben We’re here with Ron Begley, of Begley’s Bait and Tackle. Sponsor of today’s outing.

[note: Ron’s voice can generally be described as “gruff”, any descriptors in transcription are more-so]

Ron [gruffly] Watch it, Ben. Outing is a big word. This is a gathering. 

Sammy Hey, nice to meet ya, Ron!

Ron [sweetly] Nice meetin’ you too, Sammy! And always good to see you, Ben.

Sammy Now, Ron. For all the listeners on the fence about making their way down to the Tourney today, what would you tell ‘em to change their minds?

Ron Ah hell, if they aren’t here now, they ain’t coming.

Ben Metaphorically though—

Ron [harshly] Don’t use ten dollar words when a five dollar word will suffice, Ben. If the lazy bastards aren’t up an’ at em and waiting on Mayor Grisham to fire that pistol, then there ain’t no convincing them otherwise.

Sammy Well, you know what- We’ve got quite the turn out here it seems, so uh, maybe everybody made it down?

Ron [aggressively] I’ll give you fifty damn bucks if you show me Shell Snyder’s fat ass at this lake right now!

Ben Uhhh, I’m sure-

Ron I saw that lazy son of a bitch at the town hidey-hole last night, and I know he hasn’t drug his carcass outta bed.

Sammy Hidey-hole?

Ben Don’t ask.

Ron You want something that’ll put some asses in the seats? I’ll give you somethin’ and this one’s for free. Today we got the fishing tournament, we got the bouncy house for the kiddies, we got that weird food truck that nobody ever eats at but it still shows up to all the King Falls events,

Ben Aaand?

Ron [teasing] And you know where I’m going, Ben. And just last week out by the sunken pontoon boats… We had a sighting!

Ben By the BOATS? That is so close.

Sammy Alright guys. You got me. What did we see?

Ben Sammy—

Ron Why, the Lake Hatchenhaw monster, Sammy!

Sammy Monster.

Ron Why the hell didn’t you Wikipedia-Google-book this town before you moved your sweet ass to it?! Everybody in creation knows about the Lake Hatchenhaw monster!

Sammy Alright, *chuckles* I’m sorry. Uhhh, I don’t mean to be rude, Ron, but you’re talking about your own version of the Loch—

Ron Don’t. Say it. Don’t even think it! That fake sh[bleep]show of a lake monster has nothin’ on Kingsie.

Ben You’ll have to pardon Sammy. He doesn’t believe in the extra-ordinary.

Ron [softly for Ron] What a sad life you must live, Samuel.

Ben So, Ron. This will be the fifth sighting this year, is that correct?

Ron [happy/proud] Fifth this year! She’s been a busy one. Since I took over this shop from my dad, I don’t know that we ever got Kingsie more than twice a year.

Sammy Well, ya heard it here ladies and gents. Uh, If tournament, the bouncy house, and the weird food truck don’t get you down— Kingsie will.

Ron That’s the spirit!

Sammy *chuckles* Okay, about the tournament, Ron. What exactly is on the line here? Wha-Whats the prize today?

Ron Same as every year, Sammy! Brand new bass boat with all the fixin’s and a 500 dollar check from the King Falls Chamber of Commerce.

Sammy That is a hell of a prize! I might just put the mic down and have a go myself, guys!

Ron More than welcome! [gruffly] But you better bring Ben along so you don’t end up as a “fictional lake monster”’s din-din.

Ben *sighs* I’d love to be out on that lake today! Nothing like it!

Sammy Ron Begley, everyone. Uh, Ron, thanks for dropping by and adding some color to the end of our broadcast today!

Ron [quiet and angry] Is that a gay joke, Sammy?

Sammy Uh, I-I’m sorry, what?

Ben Ron, not. At all.

Ron [threateningly] I’m not going to come on this show, and have you talkin’ trash. I’m the only soul brave enough in this town to own my identity and I’m not going to take any flack about it—

Sammy Ron. Ron. No harm was intended. I-I didn’t even know.

Ron [angry, almost shouting] Well now you do so watch your mouth! I like f[bleep]in’ and I like fightin’ and I’m completely sure you don’t want any part of either!

Sammy I-I Ron. *nervous laugh* I mean—

Ron [pleasantly] I’m just jerkin’ your chain, Sammy! Keep up the good work, guys!

Ben *Laughing loudly* Oh, you should see your face!

Sammy Thanks, Ben. Uh—

Some Guy *Slurred* Heyy Ben! What up duuude?

Ben Heyy, uh, Matt! Uhhh. We’re-we’re kinda live here, buddy.

Matt Riiight on! … maintain brah…

Ben Sorry.

Sammy Oh, no worries, bro.

Ben Uh, uh- alright folks! You’ll never believe who we’ve got heading this way! The man of the hour, the man with all the power… Mayor Grisham.

Sammy Mayor Grisham. Thanks so much for taking some time out to talk with us today!

Mayor Grisham Oh, I’ve been wanting to! Believe me. But you boys are on so darn early! I just can’t drag myself out of the bed.

Sammy Understandable.

Mayor Grisham However, my assistant, Riley, transcribes every show for me. Seems like you’re doing a great job. The both of you.

Ben Oh! Thanks so much, Mayor Grisham!

Mayor Grisham You got it, Ben! Hey, how’s your mom doing these days?

Ben Great! She’ll be thrilled that you mentioned her!

Mayor Grisham Least I can do.

Sammy Now, Mayor Grisham, you’re joining us today because in just a few short minutes we’re gonna be kicking off the 55th annual King Falls Bass Tournament—

Mayor Grisham Absolutely! It’s one of the perks of the job that makes it all worthwhile. I mean, who could turn down a beautiful morning on the lake, with all the people of King Falls?

Sammy So, do you ever partake in the tournament yourself?

Mayor Grisham *chuckles* I wouldn’t want to put the King Falls residents to shame! I’m quite an avid outdoorsman.

Sammy Well, it’s nice of you to give everybody a sporting chance.

Mayor Grisham Oh yeah.

Sammy Now, before we let you go- and believe me I hate to break down the mood —

Mayor Grisham Then don’t.

Sammy Oh, *chuckles nervously* well I-I was just gonna ask if you had heard any recent news regarding…

Mayor Grisham Sammy. Another time and another place.

Sammy Well, Mayor Grisham. [floundering] We here, we—

Mayor Grisham That’s all at this time. Thanks for having me. Have your people call Riley and we’ll schedule something soon, Sam.

Sammy [confused and irritated] Heh… Okaay?

Ben What is he- he- can’t- we’re supposed to be here for another three minutes, Sammy.

Sammy *unamused laugh* It’s fine, Ben, uh- it’s not your fault.

Ben Well, no. You ran him off, *scoffs* [growing frantic] buuut he was supposed to stay with us until we went live! with the opening ceremonies!

Sammy Hey, hey. It’s okay.

Ben [worked up] I’m going to fix this. Uh- I got it!

Sammy Ben-Be- Well. That was Ben just leaving in a full sprint, kids. Uh, seems it’s just you and me now, uh, and the mayor’s assistant, recording our every word.

Voice in distance Shotgun Sammy!

Sammy *groans* Okay, so we’re about four minutes away from the top of the hour, and the tournament getting started. Uh, we’d like to wish all the participants today the best of luck, break legs, uh, you know catch fish, wh-what have you. Uh, watch out for Kingsie, obviousl—

Ben I got it! I got it! I’m back!

Sammy Oh, Ben’s back ladies and gents! And he has a friend!

Ben Sammy, King Falls, this is Mr. Herschel Baumgartner. Winner of last year’s tournament! How you doing today, Mr. Baumgartner?

Herschel Good, Benny. Real good. Just ready to get my spot and giveitago this year. Uh, you know it’s about to start, right boys?

Sammy So, Herschel, you won the actual tournament last year, is that correct?

Herschel Oh, you bet I did! Won it back in ‘92, and ‘89 as well. But don’t go askin’ for tips now, son. Now if you excuse me—

Sammy Oh wow! So you are a three time winner of the King Falls Bass Tournament lookin’ for big number four this morning!

Herschel [sarcastic] Huh, Big City can count. We’re T-minus three minutes here, boys. If you don’t have anything pressing…

Ben Uh, for the listeners, Mr. Baumgartner, wha-what would you say is, is, is, the-the most important part—

Herschel [suspiciously] Who put you up to this? Was it Cecil? [grumbling] Amateur, usurpin’ so-and-so-

Ben No! We-we just needed to fill some time.*nervous laugh*

Herschel You’re going to pull me out of my boat to fill time? You are a DUMB son of a b[bleep]!

Sammy [warning] Hey now!

Herschel Don’t you dad-voice me, son. I’ll put a boot rrright up your ass, just like I did those Krauts[1] back in WWII! [said “dubya-dubya two”]

Sammy [harshly] You know what? Great talking to you Herschel.

Herschel [grumbling] New-fangled radio bums, looking for a hand-out. I ain’t givin’ ya no tips! No spots, no tricks o’ the trade! How I flick my wrist [fades out as he walks away]

[woman screams in bg]

Ben Was… that a scream?

Sammy [laughing dismissively] I’m sure it was just someone seeing Mr. Baumgartner’s lovely personality.

Ben I think something might be up, Sammy. Seriously.

Sammy Uh, ladies and gentlemen, as always, we thank you for tuning in with us here at King Falls AM. We’re about to go live with the opening ceremonies at the 55th annual-

[another, longer scream. Someone in the bg yells “There’s a body in the lake!” followed by sounds of an agitated crowd and a lot of people screaming]

Sammy Folks, stay with us! It seems that a body has just surfaced here at Lake Hatchenhaw! Come on, Ben!

Ben [incredulously] We’re going there?

Sammy Cronkite. Brokaw. Ben Arnold.

Ben *huffs* Right.

[Deputy Troy yells incomprehensibly through a megaphone.]

Ben-at-a-distance Tweet us!

[screaming continues]

Sammy Alright, we’re on the dock. [aside] if we could just push past— There’s the mayor! Right there!

Deputy Troy [through a megaphone] Everybody please stay calm!

Ben [quiet,worried] What if it’s Tim?

Sammy Mayor Grisham! Can you confirm that there is a body here—

Deputy Troy [still through the megaphone] Sorry boys. I don’t want to, but the Mayor’s going to cut—

[audio cuts to static]

[KFAM outtro]

[CREDITS]

References

[1] Kraut - a derogatory term for a German, especially a German soldier, during WWI and WWII

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6 - Colouring Outside the Lines (days gone by - nct)

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The remainder of August passed like nothing ever happened, school started up again far too quickly and maybe, just maybe, Mark would get his fresh start and life could go back to ‘normal’. But really, what is normal anymore? Between Renjun and Jaemin figuring out where they stand with one another, Hyuck pretending like everything’s okay and the brother Mark feels like he barely knows anymore, Mark feels too busy to get a second chance to think about anything other than his exams. Autumn always brings about change, for some its for the better – for others, not so much.

They say time slips away when you’re having fun, that’s why you said let’s change our life to a dull one Don’t wanna blink one day and this will all be over, if only time could stop so we’d never grow older

Yet in the same breath I look forward to the day when our skin has aged, I’ll love you just the same Our canvas will have endless hues and shades because of all the vivid colours that we made

Mark always liked Autumn the most out of the seasons, the softer weather, no longer having to deal with the obnoxious sun, trees turning from electric greens to an array of dusky oranges. The air was crisper, a little harsher and with it came the rain but Mark never minded rain, perhaps it was the memories of walking Jisung home from middle school with Johnny, running and laughing as the rain poured over them – having forgotten their umbrellas that morning. Their mum always berating them for being so careless, complaining and nagging that they could make themselves sick. Collapsing through the door, out of breath, changing out of their now soaked through uniforms and curling up with hot chocolates in an attempt to increase their body temperature. They didn’t get to do that anymore. Johnny was at university, although only an hour away, but far enough that technically he didn’t live here anymore, at least not from September until June, Jisung went to the same school as Mark now and refused to drive in with him, still taking the bus – arguing he liked his ‘quiet time’. Mark remembers the bus, the bus is not in any way, shape or form, quiet. Jisung was fiercely independent, everyone knew this, he kept to himself as much as possible bar the three friends Mark knew he’d had since pre-school, Beomgyu, Samuel and Linlin, who even with their ten-year friendship, Mark knew very little about each of them. Frankly, he didn’t know much about his younger brother, not as much as he’d like to at least. Sure, Mark could tell you he has an extremely varied music taste, currently enjoying BTS and Black Pink but also the likes of panic! At the disco and Vinyl Theatre, he seems to be obsessed with HONNE at the minute if the constant playing of crying over you or location unknown was anything to go by, Mark could tell you that he prefers grey or muted tones rather than colour, knew that Jisung hates tomatoes but doesn’t mind tomato flavoured things, but Mark didn’t learn these things because he was told them, they were just things he’d picked up on. They didn’t talk anymore. Mark didn’t know what TV show he was currently binging, or what his favourite film at the minute is. Mark didn’t know the youngers opinions on his soulmate mark, he couldn’t remember the last time he heard Jisung ranting about Johnny and Ten and the damage they do to his innocence.

Jisung felt like a stranger to Mark these days, not someone he once couldn’t be separated from. Maybe that was a bit of a stretch but they were close, just how you’d imagine siblings to be. Sure, they fought and squabbled over who really won at Mario Kart but for a long time they really were each other’s best friend.

It was sad really. Beginning to feel like you lived alongside a stranger, passing each other in the hallway or across the landing but no time for anything more than a quick ‘hello’ or a mumbled, half-arsed ‘good morning’ from either of the brothers. It would also be much better if Mark wasn’t thinking about all of this at four am when he had a chemistry test at nine and while half of his brain is making him feel guilty about how he’s been a shitty brother and too preoccupied with his exams, the other half of his brain is running through Born-Haber cycles and it only made him feel worse. Marks realising that even though its barely October, he’s become exactly who he didn’t want to be, he drowns himself in work and when he’s not studying thermodynamics or the freaking nitrogen cycle he’s attempting to get some sleep or sometimes , just sometimes, he’s actually active in the group chat and is able to somewhat keep up with Renjun and Jaemin’s developing relationship but most importantly he’s gotten used to Donghyuck pretending like not a thing had happened back in August. Donghyuck left that morning, within two days he was back to messaging the group chat (also known as ‘Beyoncé’s bad bitches’ - yes, it was named by Jaemin, Renjun is still mad he wasn’t allowed to call it ‘a guide to crackheads, volume 101’ and Hyuck wanted to call it ‘hoes mad’. Mark did not agree to any of these names and continues to hide his phone whenever his mum is around - he has never flipped it over so fast than when his mum walks into the room, his friends have a habit of setting their own contact names to inappropriate phrases, i.e. Jaemin’s (again) current contact name is ‘your guide to getting that dick 101’, is there not a limit on the number of characters?) like everything was fine, starting out with his fist message about why on earth did he have homework over the summer, the summer. Weren’t you supposed to relax and ‘blow off some steam’?

Mark’s brain was in a state of overflow, uni application due here, maths test next week, chemistry exam today , start spending more time with your brother before you get even busier and he needs someone right now without Johnny around and deal with stupid feelings for Donghyuck knowing full well that they are unrequited tomorrow.

“Hey Mark? Can you come pick me up?”

“Sure, what time?”

“Now?” Panic, panic, panic.

“Yeah sure. Is everything okay? You sound kinda wobbly?”

“I’m fine. I’m down the backroad behind the park, I’m waiting at the end of the road.”

“Okay, I’m grabbing my keys and I’ll be on my way.”

Mark’s guide on how not to panic was a short one, it consisted of ‘breathe and don’t freak other people out’. He only had a ten-minute car journey to figure out how to calm down. Jisung was in trouble . There is no way he would’ve called otherwise and considering he could’ve walked home and it would only take an extra five minutes, something was clearly wrong. Hence, Mark’s brain has gone into instant panic mode. He wasn’t good at dealing with people or emotions, especially when he had no idea why his brother was down this road – none of his friends lived here, at least not as far as he could recall. Mark definitely broke the speed limit more than once (or four) times, his baby brother wasn’t okay.

Jisung looked glum. His eyes were read and puffy, visible even though Mark was a few metres away from him, his posture was sluggish and he looked broken . Jisung’s face didn’t light up upon seeing Mark, although he did look a little less panicked, instead he practically dragged his body into the car, slouching in his seat and saying “Just go,” before turning up the Twice song currently playing (what is love? Mark’s brain supplied).

“Are we going to sit in silence and pretend like everything’s fine or is this the point where instead of Twice we listen to The Neighbourhood, Chase Atlantic and The 1975 and you tell me what’s going on so I don’t have to call Johnny or mum ?” Yeah, Mark was not good at the whole authority figure thing but he did remember all the things Johnny did for him. Mark remembers his first crush, the boy was not gay and Mark, stupidly, told this boy, Daniel, that he was. Daniel was one of the first people Mark came out to and well, he didn’t take it well. Accused him of ‘tainting’ him, trying to make him gay. So, Mark, teary-eyed and heartbroken, rang Johnny who came to pick him up. Johnny sat with him in the car at the lookout, blasting Mr Brightside by The Killers until Mark was ready to talk. That was when Johnny taught Mark about how there are some really, really great people who will run around waving pride flags for you and do everything they can to make you comfortable (like Lucas) and there are some people who are stupid and are not-so-great, some people don’t like it and that’s okay, they’re entitled to their opinion, Johnny had said, they’re just wrong. Mark was thirteen at the time and quickly learnt that some problems (aka stupid crushes on boys that are tall, have fluffy hair and chocolate-coloured eyes) can be solved with a tub of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream and some crying while listening to Taylor Swift, not that Mark would ever admit his secret love for her.

“There’s a boy,” Jisung mumbled, “I think I like him? I don’t know. I ran out of his house after he hugged me and I panicked.” Oh. My. God. This was happening, okay Mark, you can do this.

“Does he make you happy?”

“So happy. He smiles at me and I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders. We get along really well, he doesn’t find my playlists weird and he already knew every Twice member and most of the artists I was listening to and he thinks I’m cute and he pinches my cheeks and I don’t hate it.”

“You hate when anyone touches you without permission, usually?”

“I usually do. But, not him. I want to pinch his cheeks too. He has a gummy smile, it’s so cute. He has purple hair too! I really want to try purple, he said I’d look good with pink though so now I really want to try pink hair because he likes it. What is happening to me Mark?”

“You’ve got a crush Sungie.”

“Like you and Hyuck?”

“Yeah, like me and Hyuck. You feel the room brighten a little when he walks in and he makes you a little breathless when he gets too close, right?”

“Right! I’m gay aren’t I. This is the moment I realise I’m gay, huh, though it’d be a bit more exciting.”

“You’ve got plenty of time to explore what you want to, or not, label yourself as Sungie. But you do have a crush on a boy . It’s not the end of the world and no, he won’t hate you.”

“But I don’t know if he’s gay? I’d feel bad if he wasn’t and I tried to confess.”

“I honestly have no idea who we’re talking about so I couldn’t tell you if I had an inkling or not but you’ll figure it out. Talk to him, that’s the only way to get through these things. You can panic and run away all you like but you can’t avoid him forever, trust me, I’ve tried one too many times.”

“Okay. Thank you. Do you think this means Ten’s going to drag me to pride now?”

Mark let out a sigh, “We both know everyone was going whether they wanted to or not. Come on, let’s get ice cream and watch a movie. If you’ve got any questions you can always come to me, unless its sex stuff – I’m not ready for that, go to Johnny, you’re a baby so there better be no sex stuff for a long, long time.”

“Oh my god Mark,” Jisung groaned, “you do not have to worry about that stuff. Please just drive, I want cookie dough. And, we’re playing Mario Kart! Dibs on Yoshi.” With one last chuckle, Mark turned back to look at the younger, his own smile widening upon seeing a veryembarrassed but grinning Jisung. They would figure this out, together.

- - -

“You like me and my cold hands,” Jaemin whined, “maybe, you could warm them up for me. Don’t look at me like that, you loveee me.”

“Har-har, have I mentioned how funny you are lately? No? Wonder why that is. Come here you idiot.” Jaemin wrapped his arms around the smaller, allowing Renjun to bury his head into his chest, one of the only places the younger emitted warmth.

“See, told you that you love me.” I do, not that I’d tell you that.

“Renjun? Hey, you’re going to get a sore back if we don’t move.”

“I don’t want to.”

“What did you say? Renjun you can’t speak into me; I can’t hear you.”

“I said, I don’t want to go. I like it here, you’re warm.”

“Not even ten minutes ago you were whining that I’m cold.”

“I said your hands; your hands are always cold but you seem to radiate heat from everywhere else. Wait, aside from your feet too, they’re always cold, whenever they touch me in bed, I feel like an icicle.”

“You’re just always cold, you wear hoodies in August .” Now, as much as Renjun likes to dispute most comments made about him, he couldn’t argue against this. It may be October now and the cold weather has well and truly set in but, Renjun was always cold – four layers even when the current temperature was reading eighteen degrees, almost hot for an Autumn day. It worked as the perfect excuse to curl up into people (Jaemin) in search of warmth.

“There is nothing wrong with that,” Renjun huffed, “I’m just naturally colder than like, everyone.”

“I like that you’re cold, it gives me the excuse to cuddle you into oblivion and it makes you squirm when I do this-“

“AAH! STOP!” Icy hands were tickling at Renjun’s sides, making their way under his shirt, Renjun squirming and giggling, breathlessly panting for Jaemin to stop.

“Speak clearly Injun, I can’t hear you.” The grin on Jaemin’s face would make your cheeks hurt, wide with pure joy and his eyes filled with love as he flipped their positions, hovering over Renjun as he continued to tickle him to no end. “What was that? Did you say you wanted me to stop?”

“Jaeminnie please,” his voice was wheezy, trying to catch his breath whenever Jaemin’s hands paused their movement.

“Okay, okay. I have a better idea anyway,” and with that, his voice dropped an octave, away from his usual singsong tone to darker and husky. He dropped his head into the crook of Renjun’s neck, leaving light, feathery kisses where he could before moving under his ear and up his jaw, planting kiss after kiss on the expanse of Renjun’s face. God, Jaemin gave the best forehead kisses.

“Yep,” another sigh left Renjun’s lips, “definitely a better idea.” Jaemin finally connected their lips, breath tangling with one another’s, lips chasing each other whenever they parted for breath. It was needy but soft, like they were treasuring every moment of it, holding onto it.

A short while later Jaemin, having left Renjun with lips slightly swollen, much pinker than they were before and his neck littered with reddening marks, pulled away.

“We need to talk.” Renjun wasn’t a fan of this tone of voice, it wasn’t singsong and melodic like normal, nor was it huskier and darker than when he was breathless. This tone was rigid, void of emotion.

“S-sure?” It made Renjun feel small, like he was vulnerable, almost like whenever he got in trouble with his parents as a child.

Jaemin moved from hovering over him, instead opting to sit next to him. He let out a sigh, running his hand over his face, “I can’t keep doing this,” his voice was wobblier now, “we can’t keep going around like this not knowing if we’re soulmates or not. We could be hurting people. I have a soulmate mark and you don’t, maybe that’s how it’s supposed to be – you’re my soulmate but, I am not yours.” Jaemin continued to rant on like this, saying that it wasn’t fair, that he didn’t want to live like this.

“Jesus Jaemin, will you let me speak for one second, please?”

“Oh, right, uhm. Yeah, sorry, go ahead.” The way Jaemin could turn from dominant and flirtatious, arrogant and stern to a complete utter mess never ceased to amaze Renjun.

“You’re an idiot, a complete and utter idiot.”

“Now, I don’t think that’s fair- “

“No, it is,” Renjun leant down to tug his sock off, his soulmate mark out of hiding, “look at me, stop burying your face in your hands and look at me.”

“I’m embarrassed Renjun, I think I have every right to not want to look at you.”

“Oh my god, I would not put up with you if you weren’t my soulmate.”

“What?” Jaemin’s head snapped up at that, glassy eyes meeting Renjun’s before darting down to where Renjun’s leg was crossed over into his lap, revealing his soulmate mark in all its super tiny glory. Angel written in a minimalistic print along his ankle. “You’re kidding, h-how could you not tell me?” A lone tear escaped the corner of his eye and god, Renjun was so damn in love with this boy.

“I didn’t know how to tell you, Hyuck said you cried for three hours about how I didn’t have a soulmate mark. I couldn’t exactly turn around and be like ‘hey Jaemin, I know we’ve been making out at least three times a week since prom night and we’re not together officially or anything but you are actually my soulmate , you’re just a dumbass who didn’t take my socks off and I’m madly in love with you’. Do you see my issue there?”

“Nope, you definitely should’ve done that. I could’ve been kissing you every day of the week. I liked you before, regardless of whether or not we were soulmates, sure I knew since I met you because wow, you’re you and then I just- “

“Shut up and kiss me already.”

“This means we’re boyfriends, right?”

“Not if you don’t kiss me in the next three seconds.”

“Jesus, so bossy!”

“You love it.”

“That I do.”

“I love you too.”

[lordsicheng]

a (not so) mini astro analysis: kim samuel

*I will only base this on his personal planets (sun-mars) and a couple of aspects I have noticed that are showing / have shown throughout his activities in the industry. It’ll be unlike my other analyses because I want this to be direct to the point but also informative at the same time. Please take this with a grain of salt since I am no expert and everyone might not relate to him if they have the same exact placements. 

Sun in Capricorn, Moon in Pisces

This part will be quite long. 

This combination shows that he is truly one of those hardworking individuals who have big dreams, and I mean big. He imagines himself doing so many things for his future and takes every step to get to success. Being a Capricorn himself, he already showed us how much effort he puts in with whatever he does and, in comparison to those who are around his age, he shows himself as quite mature both in thought and action. 

His moon sign shows that even with all of the qualities of a Capricorn™ in general, he is a softie deep down. He is affectionate and sensitive to those around him, especially ones close to him. He truly has a big heart and will make any effort to help anyone who asks of his help. Sometimes he might even think of others before himself, which he needs to take care of because if he goes too far he’d end up being too much of a giver and could forget his own needs. He can get quite emotional too, but he restrains himself because he doesn’t want to be seen as vulnerable.

That’s where his Capricorn sun comes, he disciplines himself and even challenges himself by juggling on things he wants to face while still young. He wants to get ahead on his future because there are so many things he wants to learn and do, even if he fails. Failure is a huge no-no to him. In fact, he sees this as a lesson to himself in case he were to do those things again or switches to another. Even though he might seem quite “cloudy” for many, he’s got good common sense. Actually, great common sense. 

However, seeing his chart he has quite a minor aspect that could be a little troubling on the way. He has sun biquintile moon. Biquintile is one of the more minor aspects (major ones are like those conjuncts, squares, etc) and is considered a quite more tense aspect that’s close to a square. He could have trouble expressing his emotions and what he really wants, which I can see because Capricorn and Pisces have obvious differences in traits itself. 

Examples of this would be, unfortunately I have to mention this, the fall of 1Punch and the finale of Produce 101 Season 2. 

Take in mind also that I am only explaining what had possibly happened to him and possibly how he felt, rather than what really did. I’m no fortune teller.

(what a cutie let me squish???)

Let’s go with the sudden disbandment of 1Punch. Jaewon established himself as a very talented rapper after Show Me The Money and became widely popular. This also led others thinking of what would happen to Sammie whilst 1Punch was indefinitely put to hiatus because of Jaewon’s activities AND move to YG-- I’m likely sure Sammie knew this was coming. He probably already knew 1Punch wouldn’t work out. He probably already knew Jaewon wasn’t satisfied with the idea of the duo or even wasn’t happy with the music he was making. 

Because honestly, it’s unfortunate that they had to disband, but they possibly had no other choice. And because of this, many people felt that Jaewon betrayed Sammie to join SMTM and YG. I’ll be honest, it’s slightly possible. It was all sudden, and with the reaction of their fans I’m pretty sure Samuel may have had thoughts of disappointment to not only the whole outcome, but also to himself. He felt very sad and very hurt from the result, but had no other choice but to move on. Pretty sure Jaewon didn’t mean to even leave Samuel and had talked to him beforehand about their plans, even with their company.

My opinion on this is neutral and I am sure Samuel just went on with the plans Brave Brothers had for him even though it took a while. I felt really sad that Samuel had to go through training again, but what can we do. Many people still thought he was too young to take on adult-like challenges when he debuted. So I’m likely sure Samuel promised himself that he can do many more things to improve when he grows older and learns more. He just strived and strived until he felt like he was it was time (or if Brave Brothers did).

Produce 101 Season 2 was a big step for Samuel. People were already aware of his (unfortunately failed) debut. But they saw him as competition-- he was already exposed to the hardships and struggles in the entertainment industry. So when Samuel was seen, other trainees probably saw how much he had matured both physically and mentally compared to the young child they saw during 1Punch. He had learned so many things whilst out of the spotlight (no pun intended he released a song titled Spotlight before broduce badum tss LISTEN TO IT IT���S FUN sorry silento but no). 

He wanted to show that he was capable of doing many things even though he’s still young, like I said. So joining the show itself was a very overwhelming thing for him. We’ve seen him grow, we’ve seen how competitive he was, we’ve seen how hardworking he was, we have even seen how people saw him as competition because he had so many talents up his sleeve, even ones that other’s can’t do. He had the drive, he’s a quick learner, he knows how to build up the atmosphere. All of that, despite his, again, young age.

Let’s get straight to the point-- the disappointment was obviously seen in Samuel’s reaction when he didn’t get into the top 11. He felt vulnerable yet he really didn’t want to show how hurt he was to many people, especially his fans. Many were so expectant for him to be able to get into the lineup as he had always been consistent with his ranking within the top 11. But the result immensely broke his heart and reminded him of how 1Punch ended. He might have thought he had failed yet again despite all the hard work he had put just to be able to be active in the industry again. This hurt both his pride and ego, but again, he didn’t want to show it to everyone. He cried, he obviously did. It broke our hearts.

Now before you think about why I am explaining this, is because Samuel’s sun and moon combination makes him slightly psychic but nervous. He might have had many thoughts of 

“What if I can’t get in the top 11?”

“No... I must think positive! I need to show I’m strong and confident. I got this.”

“But something inside me still thinks otherwise...”

This is common for those with tense aspects to their sun and moon. The sun shows our ego, how we want to show ourselves to the world. The moon represents emotions, what keeps us on the down low, what he truly feel. In Samuel’s case, he might’ve had trouble trying to express himself fully at times. He wants to show he is strong, but inside he could be slightly much of a worrier than anyone thinks. 

In his mind it’s like a battle where he gets confused easily on what he needs to show. He’s determined, but also nervous. He’s hardworking, but also slightly a pessimist. He can get things done, but he gets all worried right after of the outcome. This is common for everyone, even out of astrology-wise, but to him this could be slightly frequent especially since he’s working in a very harsh industry at a young age.

But actually, this could actually turn into a more positive note for him! He felt that even though he could not get into the top 11, he’d believe he also felt like he had time to do things that he wanted. He maybe also wanted to challenge himself again. To this, he gained even more independence and possibilities of many endeavors may have popped inside his mind.To sum it all up, he saw the outcome of the results as a challenge to a new start. And he loved the idea of it.

Let’s look at the very bright side: he debuted, even had a couple of comebacks right after, gone into variety, did some hosting, even had a concert-- ALL on his own. 

This is a very positive thing for him and in comparison as to how he was being strained from doing many things and I think he was given even more freedom this time by his company through his hard work and persistence. He showed how capable he was of doing many things along the way after Produce 101 so of course, all the blessings have come to him. I feel like he’s definitely more comfortable now

Some other traits he can get from this combo is that despite all of this, he remains humble. That’s what I admire about Samuel-- he’s hardworking and definitely has many things to be proud of especially with his achievements in his age, and yet he remains very humble to anyone and everyone. He doesn’t show off, but when he does, it’s really out of his own understanding and achievement. His kindness his pure, he is softhearted himself, and he’s very likeable. He has a sense of knowing things quickly but he’s also innocent. He can definitely adapt easily to environments even though he’s quite shy in the beginning, learning along the way is what makes him feel more comfortable and blend in. 

I see a very, very bright future ahead of him. This is only the beginning and he’s still young, so I’m sure he’s gonna take up so many challenges, especially ones that catch his eye. Pretty sure he’s gonna be very successful along the way.

Mercury in Aquarius

Another placement I love from Samuel. He’s creative, sensible, but also goofy! He probably has a lot in his mind and majority of them are conventional ideas, like future endeavors and always thinks forward. He loves getting new ideas out of the blue and always tries to show it (this depends on his rising sign as well, especially if for example he has an idea for a future concept + wants to explain it to his company). But he’s also likely stubborn (Aquarius is fixed) at times if people don’t appreciate his efforts in his ideas, nonetheless he goes on and just embraces new ideas and opinions from others to reformulate the ones he already has. Can also be impatient, sliiightly inconsistent as it is sometimes.

Logical, objective, straightforward thinking. If he has one thing on his mind, he’s likely set to that thing and focuses on it without hindrances. He’s got sense of loyalty on anything he wants to put focus on. This also shows how he is a quick learner and is able to understand things easily. This is such a good placement for Sammie because he is also open-minded and innovative, people would be very appreciative of his unique and eccentric mindset. Heck, I wouldn’t even be surprised if he believed in aliens at some point.

I’ve met a couple people with Aquarius mercury and what I’ve noticed is that they have a very unique sense of humor. They can even be funny without even trying! Sometimes even their actions that seem like their usual self are what makes others find it humorous. Let’s be real, we see him overexaggerate at times (look at that gif up there). Yet we see this as funny or even adorable of him. There can be times where we see him restrict himself from doing so (his Capricorn sun is a square to Aquarius, his mercury sign, but it is not shown in his chart / the orb is not enough for a tight aspect). Nonetheless, I think his progressive mind is very compatible to his straightforward sun sign.

Venus in Capricorn

He’s got a very good mindset and definitely has determination. He craves to get the best out of everything he does, so he’ll put effort on that goal without worries. He’ll strive on getting on that goal, and he will always make sure he’s gonna succeed. He’s a go-getter, so he’d definitely make sure he can get things right. With his Aquarius mercury that is much of a quick learner, he’s gonna be fast moving on his goals and he’d probably get there faster than anyone else. Even with his ideas, he’d put effort on making them into reality. He’s also dependable and responsible, very nice traits to have especially in his area of work.

Considering all of this, our Sammie is likely the type to want to wait for a while when it comes to love. No, not by any means he’s got high standards (that’s definitely personal preference, by the way), but he want to learn ahead first as he doesn’t want to be seen as someone “without experience” when in love. People think that Capricorn venuses are also the type to be all like “work before love”, which is possible. But he’s young, he’s definitely gonna fall here and there often, he just isn’t sure of himself yet and may tend to test himself or someone he likes if they’re willing to commit to him. He doesn’t have time to joke around. He doesn’t find it attractive, at least to his standards.

Also the best part, he’ll always remain loyal. Like I said, he may tend to test the waters first before he can say he’s “ready”. He’s young, he’s got time and lots of it. He’ll fall in love, he’d definitely get crushes, he’ll get into relationships later on in life. But once he sees the apple of his eye, chances are he’s gonna befriend them first before he pursues them. However his Pisces moon can definitely show a slight tendency of being shy, which I find absolutely adorable. 

It’d be like a fairy tale when Samuel is your boyfriend. He’s gonna be so loyal but also affectionate. May be slightly traditional, but his Aquarius mercury would definitely spice up the relationship (he’d probably think of very fun dates like going to the arcade, even doing adventurous stuff!). By all means, he can get a little strict but not in a very irritable way, but rather he is protective and wants you to be secured at all times. 

He’s gonna be very giving and also considerate. Maybe at times, he’ll throw out his own needs for a while and puts yours first. The important thing, though, is proper mutual understanding. You both would need to be accepting of each other’s positive traits and flaws. He can get emotional in a very subtle way, behind the public eye, so someone just as loving and understanding of him this way would be so benefiting. 

Also he’s crushing on Blackpink’s Jisoo. Jisoo is a Capricorn. If this ain’t the cutest thing ever.

Mars in Pisces

Aha, another trait that is quite visible. He’s rather shy especially because of his moon sign, even more with his mars sign. He can get slightly timid, sometimes having a hard time showing how angry he is. In fact, he probably hates the idea of getting angry and wouldn’t want to suppress it all, even though he has to at times. He’s got a lot of patience in him. Similar to Libra mars, he does not like arguing or anything that causes disruption. He’s all about understanding, definitely the type to talk things out than go all rough housing-- BIG no no for our Sammie.

He’s prone to daydreaming often and is quite sensitive, even the smallest judgment on him can slightly hurt him inside. His Capricorn placements make him show he is a strong character at times, but he’s truly and actually a softie inside. Very empathetic, helpful and always at service. I’m afraid there’d by times he’d be used for other’s benefits, may tend to get dominated by others, or slightly shows he can be gullible so he needs to be careful of this.

However, this shows how committed he is to his dreams and aspirations. Along with his Capricorn placements, his drive is much more prominent than to most. He wants to make his dreams a reality and will work hard, even if he’s gonna have to go the long way. This is also how how he is in love.

Mars in Pisces males love the idea of falling in love. He has probably thought or even daydreamed a romance you see in dramas. When he gets in a relationship, chances are he’ll put his partner’s needs first before his own. He’d be cooperative and willing to help them out all the way. However, this shows hows truly committed he is. This is why I said it’d be like a fairy tale when in a relationship with him. 

He’s going to be very loving, understanding, and would work hard for the relationship to grow and be like a learning experience for both of you. He’s also gonna give endless amounts of support, always thinking that whatever you both want to do, you both should do it with your heart and proper ease of mind. He’s gonna do his own thing, you can definitely do your own. Supporting each other is definitely a big thing for him.

Some aspects Samuel has that I have short explanations/interpretations of (and noticed):

Moon Square Saturn - may have experienced a bit of loneliness during childhood or was forced to have to be responsible/mature at an early age. (Being a trainee/part of then-Seventeen’s lineup at such a young age, debuting quite early)

Sun Sextile Mars - the honest and direct type, quite the type to be very into exercising, generally very good in health and is quite popular. also gives a very youthful appearance (baby face!! also shows how he is popular/friends with almost every PD101 trainee he communicated with)

Mercury Trine Saturn - persistent, great means of success, ideas and mindset is in harmony with what he truly wants to do in life, dependable, loyal, very much going to be good for business ventures (how he was very persistent on joining PD101 in the first place, likely also how he decided to go forward/debut right after it ended)

Mars Square Jupiter - excitable, innovative, fearless and goes straight to the goal, talent reaches great bounds yet these individuals may have struggled with goals throughout their life (1Punch debut/disbandment, PD101 finale)

alright I think I typed a lot? I suddenly had the urge to write something about him because I saw Leaving the Nest season with him and honestly he was such a fluffball I would make him my baby brother :(((( I hope you guys enjoyed~ I did my best and hopefully this information can be helpful for some. I may not be 100% accurate but I really did my best. Keep supporting our lovely Samuel everyone! Ciao

[faeratil]

Destcember Day 8 - #17 Past Days

Samuels walked down the stairs in our new house and found me sitting in front of a photo album. He sat down next to me and asked me why I was looking at old photographs. I didn’t know why, I just felt melancholy and needed the reminder of the way things were when I was a little girl. He put his arm around me and asked me to tell him stories about each picture.

I pointed to one of me and my mother dancing barefoot in the backyard with our red hair flying in the summer sun. ‘That was one week before she died,’ I told him. ‘My mother was my biggest fan, but she was always sick. When I went out on dates she would wait up all night for me to get home. Weekend trips with friends made her miss me enough that she would cry as I walked out the door. She was my best friend.’

I paused for a moment, choking back tears. I realized I hadn’t seen my mother in ten years. I was only seventeen when she died. ‘I remember watching her collapse in front of me while I was making dinner the same night after that picture was taken. She’d stopped breathing for a moment and the blow to her head from the fall caused internal bleeding, blocking her brain from functioning properly. By the end, she couldn’t even see me. But she knew I was there at her side in the hospital up until the moment they pulled the plug.’ Samuels hugged me and told me he’d never leave me.

My eyes fogged up with tears, and I found myself back on the battlefield outside Moscow, watching Samuels running toward me in the moment before I got shot. I scream his name as a bullet flies through his brain and he falls limp to the earth.

“Samuels!” I scream over and over until I feel someone shaking me. My eyes shoot open and I realize I was just dreaming. Cayde is leaning over me, and I can tell he’s concerned despite his face being the same no matter what.

“Faerie, are you okay?” he asks, stroking my hair out of my face. “You were screaming and I was afraid it was something really bad like the Taken popped up or something. But then I realized you were screaming a name… Samuels.”

I can feel my face wet with tears, and I try to wipe them away in spite of the fact that they’re still falling. Cayde sits me up next to him and strokes my hair, holding me softly and whispering, “Shh, there, there. It’ll be okay. I’m here. You’re safe. Everything’s fine now.” I calm down until my sobs become small, shuddering breaths. “Faerie? If you don’t feel like talking about it, it’s fine, but who was Samuels?” Cayde asks, pulling me in a little tighter.

I take a deep breathe in before responding. “Samuels was my husband. He was a Private in the squad I was over in the military, but more importantly he was my best friend. He helped me with my depression and my fear of losing everyone I held dear. He knew my favorite song to listen to when I was sad was the old 21st century song ‘Stop’ by Dalton Rapattoni. He knew I tried to kill myself multiple times before meeting him, but he never let it change the way he saw me. He knew family was incredibly important to me because they were all I had for a really long time.

“Samuels never met my mom, but when I told him about her, he would pretend like her spirit was in the room and he’d talk to her like she was still alive. He told me he’d never leave me when I told him the story about how I was there for her last moments. And then I made him suffer the same way… He was there in Moscow when… when I died.”

“I’m so sorry, Fae…” Cayde said softly, leaning his head on mine. “I’m sorry… if I could take the pain away, I would in a heartbeat as you humans say. You don’t deserve all the pain you’ve gone through. But you’re not alone anymore. I know I’m not always serious, but I’ll always be here even if one day all you need is just a friend.”

I thank my past self for agreeing to stay at Cayde’s apartment while the Iron Banner Tournament is happening. So much violence for sport is why I have been avoiding the Crucible. The attackers in Moscow were a terrorist group known to attack at random just for the fun of it, and Crucible brings back those painful memories.

I hug Cayde tightly, whispering, “Thank you,” over and over again until I’ve calmed down completely.

“Since it’s already morning and we’re both awake, would you like some eggs, Faerie?” Cayde asks, making me laugh.

“Only if you don’t make me try every variation again,” I say with a small smile.

“I’ll make a deal with you. I will not go overboard with the eggs if, and only if, you wear my cloak like a dress like you did that first morning because it looked really pretty like that.”

“Deal.”

[kit-kat-draws2798-blog]

Just gonna put this here since I haven't really done much else tbh Lack of inspiration hit me like a brick. Love him pls he's precious- ✦General Information✦ Name: Oliver King Nickname(s): Oli, Ovie, etc Age: 19 years old Gender: Male Species: Otter kemonomimi Preference: Homosexual Height: 5’0 ft (Very smol) ✦Reside✦ Living Location: In a studio apartment near the college he attends ✦RELATIONS✦ (Name): Colleen King (mother) Oliver is pretty close to his mother and likes to hang out her when he has the time. They do puzzles, card games,etc and chat. (Name):Samuel King (Father) Oli has a close relationship with his father, doing some kinds of sports together. They like to swim and go on short hikes. (Name):Livvy King (Little sister) Oli's relationship with his sister is pretty decent, but is a bit hard. They have about a 14 year age gap, so it honestly depends on the situation. They do generally get along though. (Name):Akuma Akuma is Oli's bf and he loves him to pieces despite how dangerous he is. Would do almost anything for him~ (Name):Ace Wellingstone Ace has been Oli’s best friend for a while now, ever since they were children. They have always been very close, and Oli feels like he can tell him anything. However, Oli is completely unaware of Ace’s romantic feelings towards him. Poor bby, he’ll never really be able to be with Oli since he’s in love with Akuma :’D (Name):Dawn Will be added later once this character is more developed (Name):Finian Will be added later once this character is more developed (Name):Raiden Labs Oli and Raiden get along pretty well despite a 5 year age difference. They hang out sometimes at the hideout whenever Raiden isn’t too busy. They like to talk and listen to music together. (Name):Ryan Prescod Oli’s abusive ex boyfriend. He used to mentally and verbally abuse him in the time they were together. This resulted with Oli having some insecurities from his belittling, and has grown to fear him. Just the sight of his face scares Oli. ✦PERSONALITY✦ -Caring: He has a soft spot for helping people, will go out of his way to assist others. -Cheerful: Oliver is a huge optimist and tends to see the good in everything and everyone. -Neat: Loves to keep everything tidy and organized! He gets a bit stressed when things aren’t in order.. -Considerate: He tries his best to be conscious of other people’s feelings/needs, and gets sad when others are upset. -Energetic: Seemingly has unlimited amounts of energy, even after doing a strenuous activity. He doesn’t get tired easily. -Gentle:Hates hurting anyone, tries to be as soft as possible. -Loyal: Is like a dog in this aspect. -Playful: Loves messing around and having some goofy fun. -Sweet: He’s like sugar dear god. -Quiet: Usually like this around strangers or people he doesn’t know very well. He likes to make sure they’re comfortable with something before bringing it up. -Pure: Doesn’t really get adult humor somehow even though he’s 19-- also doesn’t really swear. -Clumsy: He’s not super clumsy, but tends to trip on the stupidest objects all the time (Ex: Falls up the stairs a lot) -Gets distracted pretty easily. Makes him a tad forgetful as well sometimes. -Excitable: Goes for anything he likes-from tv shows to friends- he gets hyped easily. -Insecure: The main reason being because of his Ex, who mentally/emotionally abused him. -Naive: Ties in with him being pure, he’s a bit too trusting and caring. -Soft hearted: Being the overly kind and trusting boy he is, he often gets taken advantage because of it. -Sensitive: Not hugely so, but he does take mean words a bit more to heart than others. -Weak: He’s not very strong and can’t fend for himself very well. ✦LIKES/DISLIKES✦ Likes: -Anything that has to do with water. Particularly swimming. -Cute things/people -Hugs -Animals. Pretty much any of them. -Outdoors -Flowers and plants in general -Bees. They help the plants grow :3 -Pastels -Sweet and salty foods -Soft clothes and items -Watching tv with people he likes -Doodling -Autumn -Hot Chocolate -Baggy clothes and scarves -Rain -Etc Dislikes: -When it’s overly hot or cold -Anything even a little spicy -People getting hurt or upset -Lack of inspiration -Loud noises -BUGS (Especially moths) -Rude or hurtful behavior -etc (He’s pretty positive, so not a lot of things actually bother him) ✦Skills✦ -2D artist (Draws traditionally and digitally. He specializes in a cute cartoony like style, and often paints with watercolor) -Is a really good swimmer. Could’ve gone professional if he wasn’t so into his art. ✦BACKGROUND✦ Childhood: Oliver was born and raised in a city called *insert name*. He lived with his family that consists of his mother, father, and little sister. He had a very normal and happy childhood and has a strong relationship with his family. He was one of those kids you’d probably call a goody two shoes. He didn’t really do anything wrong and spent most of his time either with his family, friends, or finishing up his schoolwork. Despite Oli being a naive child, he was pretty smart and had good grades. Adolescence: Middle school was pretty much all around the same for Oli, nothing really changed for him until freshman year of high school. That time was the one that really shaped him, and not really in a good way. That year he met this boy named Ryan Prescod. He was the captain of the football team, tall, handsome, charismatic. Oli couldn’t help but to completely fall for him. Ryan however, saw an opportunity in this. Oli is the kind of kid that you could manipulate into doing most anything and Ryan liked that. He used warm and loving words to get Oli in the palm of his hands. He saw him as a means to get what he wants, not for a loving relationship. Ryan was really sweet and caring at first, but shortly after they got together, he began to show his true colors. When Ryan didn’t get his way, he’d insult and belittle Oli, to the point it made him actually believe that what he said was true. It was definitely a mentally/emotionally abusive relationship. Hell, he would sometimes beat him a little, but only in spots where the bruises and cuts could be covered up. Ryan even tried to control who he was hanging out with and for how long. This went on for about four months, until others intervened and broke it off. That left Oliver broken for a while, with insecurities that Ryan instilled into him. Oli still acted like he usually did, keeping these things to himself. The last thing he likes to do is worry the people around him. He silently suffered with these fears and insecurities. After all, this happened, Oli got anxious when he started developing even a slight crush. Fearing it might end up like the last relationship, or that he just wouldn’t be good enough. About two years later, in junior year, in his English class, he was paired up with this boy named Akuma. He was infamous around the school for getting into violent fights with other kids and other horrible rumors that liked to float around. Of course, Oli was intimidated at first but was curious to see if he was truly as bad as everyone painted Akuma to be. The two boys would butt heads a little during the time they worked together, but after some time, they got along for the most part. Despite Akuma’s bad reputation, Oli got attached to him and wanted to get to know him more. Akuma was reluctant at first, but let him stick around anyway. They became pretty close after a while, and to Oli’s surprise, started to really like him. He began to panic as soon as he realized this, old memories of his last relationship flooding back onto him like a tidal wave. It took him a bit to calm down and come to terms with his feelings. He realized, based on what he knew of Akuma, that he would most likely never do that. He actually became really sensitive and agitated whenever Oli was even the slight bit injured or when he just looked upset. When Oliver eventually built up the courage, he confessed to Akuma when they were alone. Akuma eventually accepted his feelings and they started dating. They decided to keep it to themselves for a while, eventually gradually telling the people close to them. It was mostly due to the nature of their relationship and their vastly different lifestyles. Adulthood: Currently, Oliver is a nineteen-year-old college student studying art (specifically illustration, a little bit of animation). He lives in a studio apartment near the school but often likes to stay at his bf’s place. Although it is kind of far away from his apartment. He's pretty content on how his life is going so far. ✦ Other Info✦ He has a sun tattoo on the left side of his chest. (I’ll add more as I develop him <3) Note: I will be adding more outfits for him because he needs all the outfits All feminine ofc Also I don't mind adding more relationships for him, I'd prefer kemonomimis tho, as that's the kinda universe he's set in. Also I might redraw this later as I'm not really too happy with it--- ;;v;; Character and art(c) Kit-Kat-Draws Design by @/BurntUniverse Some of the other characters mentioned belong to KoKo-The-Rabbit

[casuallyglitterykryptonite]

A New Life (Sam Drake)

Hey! 

Here is my latest Sam X Reader requested by utara-north ! Sorry if this took awhile I’ve been swamped with my classes lately since this semester is almost over. I hope everyone has a happy Friday night! :) 

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warning: none

Word Count: 2,665

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“I’ll have a black coffee”

“Uh, just water with lemon.” Sam turned to me a look of confusion on his face.

“You okay?” His eyes were fixed on me as if I was a crazy person.

“Yes.” I said adamantly

“Well I’ll have that right out for you two.” Our usual waiter disappeared back into the restaurant.

“Why no coffee? We come to this place because you love their cappuccinos.”

“I’m just not in the mood today.” I shrugged casting my eyes back down to the menu that I already had memorized. Sam and I came here almost every Sunday for brunch. Other couples had date night but we did brunch on Sundays which then consisted of us going on a walk around town. We would window shop and then he would drag me to some museum or historical sight that had to due with his up and coming job. My favorite’s were the art museums because Sam didn’t usually have as much to say ‘Art speaks for itself’, he would always tell me. The two of us had been together almost 4 years now but we have been married 2. We started out as young lovers until life caught up with us and I was a full time college student and he was off doing what the Drake’s do. I never thought I would see him again, he was always the one that got away until we stumbled upon each other at an art auction in Venice. To my dismay he dragged me into his heist and from then on I never looked back. Now it’s 4 years later and we are sitting here at our usual cafe, eating our usual food, talking about which stores I wanted to stop into and what historical sight he would be taking me to today. The only difference now is that I’m pregnant with Samuel Drake’s child and he had no clue.

“Are you listening?” I quickly looked back at Sam his brow furrowed in annoyance. He turned around looking behind him at the people walking past us and then to the cars passing by. “What are you looking at?” He questioned looking around in the warm summer air again as if he missed something.

“Nothing, sorry I zoned out.”

“So this is what it feels like when I don’t listen.” Rolling my eyes he smirked that charming smirk of his. This was all to true.

The day was perfect, it was just the right temperature, the sun was out, we had gotten our favorite seat in the outdoor section of the restaurant, our food was better than usual. Everything was perfect, this would be the ideal moment to tell my husband I was pregnant but I just couldn’t get myself to do it. I was scared. Sam and I never really talked about having a family, I just assumed it might not happen because he loved to travel and hated the idea of staying in one place for to long. I never pictured myself having kids and I know Sam was the same way, but now this was a reality the two of us had to face. I just had to tell him that his whole life was about to change.

“You feeling okay today babe?” I turned to my lovely husband who had been complaining about the price of the shoes I had in hand.

“Yeah, why?” I asked placing the box back.

“No, no, no, you’re getting those I saw how your eyes lit up when you saw them.” Sam picked the box back up “It’s like you’ve been in a daze all day, I feel like I’ve been talking to a wall.”

“Sorry sweetie” I kissed his cheek feeling his stubble against my lips. His toned arm wrapped around my waist stopping me as I tried to walk away.

“You know avoiding the question isn’t helpful.”

“These heels are gonna look great with that little black dress of mine.” I mumbled against his neck not wanting to discuss this right now.

“Maybe you can show me when we get home?” I shivered as his voice became low and gravely. “Then after you can tell me what the fuck is wrong.” He stepped back looking at me seriously now.

“Samuel” I warned. He knew how I was, yet he always pushed when it came to me being upset, almost like he needed to know.

“Babe, I worry.” His vice turned back to its normal tone no longer gruff.

“I know.” A sigh fell from his lips as I ran my fingers through my soft hair.

“Come, lets by the shoes then we can go to home.”

“No museum?” I called after Sam as he walked to the register.

“I’d much rather see you in these heels and that black dress.”

My body felt limp and hot as I lay in my bed covers covering my naked body. I turned my head looking out the window at the beautiful summer day that was coming to a close. The sky was turning purple, orange peeking through the transparent clouds. It was humid in our small apartment our AC was broken leaving both me and my Sam in a constant sweaty state, even more so right now. This apartment is going to be too small to raise a child in, we are gonna have to move. Fuck, can we even afford to move? Do we have the proper finances to raise a kid, you know give them, it a good life. Am I gonna get fat? Shit, I’m gonna get fat.

“That was amazing.” Sam’s sleepy voice mumbled against my ear as he pulled me closer to his warmth, our bodies intertwined. “What are you thinking about?” His voice was so hushed and loving I just wanted to cry out of frustration. Having a child is not something that can be taken lightly, our lives were going to change dramatically and it’s not like we had the choice to give it back if we didn’t want to be parents anymore.

“About how much I love you.” I turned to face him seeing a little smile on his lips, his hazel eyes hidden from his drowsiness.

“Hm, me too.” I could see the sleep taking over his rugged, handsome, perfect, tan, peaceful face. Wow, I love this man. Maybe having a child with him won’t be a bad thing.   

“I’m gonna get started on dinner.” I kissed his face slipping out of bed. “You can stay in here and rest I know you’re tired.” He grunted in response sleep taking over his body.

I couldn’t help but admire his toned body along with his handsome face.

“No stay” He groaned out.

“Sam-“

“Food can wait I want to hold you.” His offer was impossible to refuse. Crawling back into bed I laid there in his warm embrace our sweat soaked skin sticking together as our heart beats synched. He was the love of my life despite, the smoking, grumpiness when stressed, the distance when he was away for work, and the obsession with pirates, I still loved him endlessly. It took a toll but nothing could make this man anything but perfect. Another week went by and I found myself at the same restaurant in our favorite seats outside the summer air humid casing my hair to frizz. The only difference now was I was throwing up in the bathroom from morning sickness. I was walking back from the bathroom when I noticed Sam had ordered my drinks for me.

“You okay? You look pale.” He didn’t wait for a response as he quickly turned his attention to the drinks on the table “They had mimosa’s as a special today so I got you one.” He smiled at me clearly proud of himself. I couldn’t help the wave of guilt that came over my body. Sam was being so thoughtful, he knew I loved mimosa’s, well alcohol in general, but I couldn’t drink while pregnant. “Maybe if I get you drunk enough I’ll get laid.” He joked as I took my seat.

“Thank you so much sweetie, but I’m not really feeling alcohol today.” I placed my hand on his but the smile on his face didn’t falter.

“I had a feeling you’d say that so I ordered you a cappuccino too.” How did I get so lucky to have a man who thought this far in advance. “I’m really trying to get laid here.” His hand moved so he was now holding mine. His eyes were bright as the sun as he gazed at me making my body run hot.

“I, uh-“ I took a breath “I’m not really in the mood for coffee either” I shot him a guilty look as his face fell, all traces of happiness lost.

“Am I doing something wrong babe?” He searched my face for the answer because he knew I would lie.

“No not at all! You’re being such a sweetheart I just haven’t had the same taste recently.” I squeezed his hand for reassurance.

“Okay good, you’ve been worrying me. First you don’t want coffee, then you didn’t want eggs cuz the smell has been making you nauseous, and now you don’t want alcohol. It’s like your pregnant.” He laughed to himself. Sweat needed on my forehead at his words. I stared at him speechless. My face must have given me away because I watched as Sam’s face fell. “Wait you’re not pregnant are you?” My eyes began to well with tears as a dead give away.

“I uh-“ Then the hot tears started to roll down my flushed cheeks. The summer air stung as my vision became blurry.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are you crying!” Sam’s chair scraped against the ground as he moved towards me. “Do you not want kids?” His voice was closer as he was by my side.

“Sam I think we are making a scene can we talk about this later.” I pleaded trying to contain my light sobs. The feeling of his hand on my back gave me a slight sense of comfort but I was not ready to come face to face with Sam.

“Am I not suppose to be excited?” My head whipped to my husband who was kneeling beside pure joy radiating off of him.

“You’re actually happy?” I whispered in disbelief. He laughed standing back up, placing a firm kiss on my forehead.

“Of course I’m happy” and with that he took his seat. “We’ve been married for 2 years I kind of assumed you would start wanting kids. I know I use to say that was the last thing on my mind but having a kid or two doesn’t seem like an awful idea anymore.” Both of his hands were holding mine as I tried to gain my composure again. “Are you not happy?” His hands squeezed mine as if he was begging me to say I was.

“Yes I’m happy. I’ve just been scared to tell you.” I sighed feeling the weight of the world leave my shoulders.

“Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad! How long have you known?”

“You remember that day we went to Nate and Elena’s and she told you I was crying because we watched a sad movie? Well while you and Nate were setting up the grill I told Elena I was late and she made me take a pregnancy test.” I shrugged not being able to look at Sam but I could feel his fiery eyes on me.

“That was a month ago.” There was a long pause. “Shit we are gonna have to get a bigger place!” He sat back in his chair, running his finger through his chestnut hair our eyes meeting again. “Can we get him a trampoline when he’s old enough. I always wanted one as a kid.” Once again my eyes filled with tears at Sam’s words, I don’t think realized how cute he was.

“Yes of course we can! But he might be a she Sam.” I smiled unable to contain my joy at Sam’s reaction.

“Why are you crying?” concern filled his voice again.

“I’m just happy you’re happy.”

“Of course I’m happy!” His words rang through my ears as the final confirmation I needed “If its a boy we should name him Samuel and if it’s a girl then we can name her Samantha.”

“Isn’t that just a little vain” I laughed wiping my tears away. Sam grabbed my mimosa and quickly finished it in one quick swoop. “Slow down there mister if I can’t drink you can’t either.” His eyes widened in amusement.

“You’re really gonna make me have the same diet as you while you’re pregnant.”

“You’re suffering with me! You caused this!” I gestured to my stomach

“Oh, cmon-“

“That also means the smoking’s gotta go.” A smile spread across my lips as Sam reached into his back pocket and handed me his packet of cigarettes.

“It’s done. As of today it’s completely done.” Sam took out his wallet next and dropped a twenty on the table. “C’mon I wanna take you somewhere.” With that he stood up grabbing my hand and whisking me out of the restaurant.

I was still hungry but the curiosity of where Sam was taking me was out weighing the hunger. Wherever he was taking me was clearly not in walking distance because the two of us sat on the train heading towards the center of downtown. He had his arm around me as he told me all the amazing things he was going to do as a dad. We passed the stop that was suppose to be for downtown, now the train was taking us out of the congested part of the city towards the residential neighborhoods. The train pulled to a halt in an area I didn’t know too well.  

“C’mon” Sam said as he grabbed my hand leading me off the train. We walked for awhile until he stopped us in front of a white rundown house with a for sale sign in the front yard. It had a large red sticker across the white sign that read ‘SOLD’ in big red letters. I looked from Sam to the two story colonial style house, butterflies filling my stomach. It was small and quaint with a decently sized front yard. The shutters were falling off and the paint was peeling. “I know it doesn’t look like much but Nathan said he’d help me fix it up.” Turning to my husband I stared at him in disbelief.

“What?”

“I was planning on fixing it up. I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary.” I was speechless.

“You bought me a house.” I stated deadpan.

“Yeah, you said you always wanted a white two story house preferably colonial style with black shutters, a red door, and a yard you could grow flowers in, but you didn’t want to leave the city. So here you’re still in the city but the residential part.” He paused staring at me for a reaction. “There’s a bakery a few blocks away and a park a few blocks that way.” He pointed in the direction of the house “When he, or she, is old enough I could be their soccer coach or something dadish like that.” Turning to Sam I could see my future is his eyes. “Do you like it? I know it’s not-“ Before he could finish his sentence I had jumped into his arms wrapping my own around his neck.

“This is beyond enough! this is more than enough! You are perfect!” I pretty much yelled as his arms wrapped around my waist holding me up.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad!” His excitement boomed through the summer air. Pulling back I saw tears in Sam’s eyes for the first time since our wedding day.

“We are having a baby” I whispered against his lips.

“We are gonna be parents” his voice cracked

[strategicadventure]

Episode 85 - A Bard’s Lament

i kinda already know a big thing that happens in this episode so i’ve not been overly eager to watch

Grog pulling out a piece of paper with a G on it is so cute

“Morpheus is fighting Neo!” - excited for this fight

“its a test already! I hate the SATs!”

“this is a nightmare, I just wanna hit him!”  aww poor Travis looks like he’s breaking inside

“with gentleness there comes clarity” “I think you have to fuck him Grog”

10d10 necrotic damage?!!! OH SHIT

Earthbreaker Groon catches Grog’s attack - “oh god its so awesome!” 

Vex asking if she should flash him and Keyleth saying “it couldn’t hurt the rest of us either!”  nobody on this show is straight, polymachina exists, everything is beautiful

“ooo, he learned to be a dick!”

HDYWTDT!!!!!

GROG GOT POWER FROM KORD!

the knuckles are exalted now this is so cool!! enlarged resistance to cold, fire, and lightening? awesome

oh man that was so close! i wonder what would have happened if Grog had lost

its really interesting how the gods seem to be placing their favor on the various members of VM. the Vecna storyline is gonna be, if not next then very soon, a huge thing and having favor with the gods will be important. I’d love to see more with Kord and Grog and with Melora and Keyleth. I wonder if/when Pelor will make an appearance or more of a presence, given that he is the deity connected with Whitestone

“he did just take down an old man, so our streak against the elderly continues”

“kitten is the baseline hp counter in dungeons and dragons”

“if wizardry is Bob Fosse, druidism is Twyla Tharp” - I just want to thank Marisha so much for this

Oh Scanlan. and Grog’s face when he finds out that Scanlan didn’t hear his contribution.

Scanlan’s points are well made in regarding the knowledge of his parents and personal stuff about him from before VM formed, though he’d always deflect questions about his age. I know all these problems were a long time coming; as soon as Kaylie was introduced I figured Scanlan would have to make a decision at some point, and the pacing of the conclave arc kept him from really addressing it, but it really feels that key things have been going wrong for Scanlan the last few weeks. The others, Vax’s most recently, treatment of him in that period of time did not help at all. When Matt made the point to describe how small Scanlan felt in comparison to the dragons, then Vax picking him up and putting him down I knew that was going to be a defining point. I see where Percy was going with the prank after Scanlan was revived, but that was just one more thing in Scanlan’s eyes.

Scanlan’s hurt for a lot of reasons, but many of them are him lying to himself in some way and then snapping out at the others so they hurt too. Lying about the reasons they were doing things. This argument and division is so painful and real, they’re worse than friends they’re family is right.

[watching this again and its just so real. its one of those big family blowups where everyone says exactly what hurts other people the most. also, Sam looks at his notes to make sure of Percy’s parents names I think]

I keep starting and stopping and starting crying. “I need to be a Shorthalt for awhile”

Scanlan knows Percy’s parents names and Kaylie overheard everything

Grog gave Scanlan his salt lick rock. why is that so sad to me?

Grog going out to talk to Percy, wanting to send spies to keep an eye on the Shorthalts. I mean, obviously what Scanlan is going through, but this is a huge shake to Grog and it’ll be interesting to see how he deals with it

“I know we don’t always agree, and I know I can be unkind, but...you know you’re family right?” “I don’t know much, but I do know that” “its nice having an older brother again” Grog’s little smile at that!

aaaand there’s the final bout of crying! lay me down and let moss cover me

I always sorta placed Scanlan in the role that Troy had on Community - the connection that held everything together. Since the aftermath of his leaving was really only missing a Norwegian troll doll on fire, I feel justified in my mental comparison

and a darkest timeline joke from Keyleth! Life got dark Vex!

Pike and Vax in fun buns is a cute image. except for the fact that they’re hungover and miserable, but still

Grog trusting Pike, Scanlan, and Vex the most - and Vex because he’s seen her tits! then Vex asking if seeing them again would cheer Grog up!  “its so touching and ridiculous at the same time!”

Keyleth asking the Sun Tree to watch over Scanlan and Kaylie

tree lag

OMG their reactions when they find out its Sam’s new character! Laura trying to throw a tissue at him! [I went back and rewatched the Tary section, and as soon as Matt says they see a gold golem Travis quickly leans forward to stare at Sam suspiciously.]

Taryon Darrington. SAM. Sam what is that even. also, this character has a golem scribe ffs SAM.

“new dad’s wearing old dad’s skin” “I hate Tary he’s a dick”; I love that you can tell when Laura is really upset at someone cause she’ll use their full name - “how DARE you SAMUEL!”

“you, little elf girl, what’s your name?”  SAM YOU ARE PLAYING WITH FIRE

I keep glancing at Matt cause the faces he is making are just ugh just, Sam and Matt are such little shits this is amazing and horrible and I love it

Tary is a rich prat who hunts for the trophies

“I don’t like new people right now as of yesterday!”

“he’s like the worst alter ego version of Percy! he’s a rich kid who just buys all of his cool toys! no offense Percy”

“Doty only listens to me. If you had some sort of pet you’d understand” OMG “I’m gonna love Tary so much!” if Sam gets through this character without Laura literally killing him I will be surprised

ok the rod and the invisibility coin are super cool

....is this gonna be the second time they have randomly accidentally killed a normal citizen in Ank’Harel? first the lightening javelin now a crossbow bolt

THE CREW IS REVOLTING WITH NERF GUNS

that was awful and yet perfect. Sam looked way to fucking pleased with himself, Matt too frankly the little shits.

[digitalpenstroke]

Dear Diary:

Spring 1, Year 586

A newcomer came to town today.  I didn't see her until much later in the day, had to do some patrolling around the city gates when she arrived.  When she introduced herself to me, I don't know how I can place it, but it almost was like being introduced to a long lost friend.  It was strange.  Her name is Freya.  She said she was a relative to Samuel, the old timer that ran the farm down the hill ages ago.  I'm glad someone's lives there down, but by the great Harvest Goddess does she have a fight on her hands.  The land is such an eye sore with all the logs and boulders that had found their was down there, it would take a miracle in and of itself to see anything grow there.  Let's hope her thumbs are just as green as her silky looking hair, she's going to need it.  

Spring 2, Year 586

Patrol was just as boring as it always is.  I know that I'm needed to keep the peace, but if the townsfolk are always so damn happy with one another, and we haven't seen conflict with the Northern Border in over 200 years, I doubt I'll be needed as the town's guard for much longer at this point.  Even the monsters seem to keep themselves away from town, which is good.  I don't think I could bring myself to hurt any of those cute little Fluffies.

Freya stopped by to say hi.  I was a little shocked to see her, but I was more shock that she happened to have in her hands a piece of chocolate.  I love chocolate!  I wonder who told her I did?  It could have always been that mosey gossip, he loves to spread information around town... and now that I think about it I think that's how the town stays informed with all the goings on.  It doesn't matter though, I liked the gesture.  I don't think anyone's ever just gone out of their way to give me chocolate before.  ...Well, anything before, especially when it isn't my birthday.  It's nice to feel appreciated for what I do around here, of what little I do anyway.

Spring 9, Year 586

Today was the Fluffy Sheering Festival!  Oh it felt great to show off my abilities out there.  We had to use equipment that was dedicated to ONLY sheering the wool off the Fluffies, but that doesn't mean my techniques were hindered in any way.  If anything they were accented beautifully because I didn't have to spill any blood.  I hate having to spill blood, if I can avoid it then I'd never have to do it.  I don't think anyone could match my score of sheering twenty Fluffies in the five minutes we had, that just means I've still got it.  I even saw Freya make an attempt this year.  Good gal, I don't think she's ever held even a dagger in her life, but she didn't do half bad.

Speaking of Freya, she stopped by my patrol and offered me chocolate again.  She's been doing this every day.  It's strange, but I don't mind.  She really is cute, and if she wants to keep giving me chocolate then I'm not going to argue.

Spring 29, Year 586

Today was my birthday!  Everyone in town was so nice to me today, then even told me to not worry about patrolling today and relax.  How can I say no that?  But I have to admit it was a little boring, so I did it anyway.  Everyone brought me gifts, it was really nice.  Oh, and Freya gave me more chocolate today!  I know it's really the same thing she has been giving me over the passed 27 days, but getting something you really like, especially on your birthday, is twice as great!  I wonder what she likes?  I should see when her birthday is too.

Summer 15, Year 586

Oh I feel like such an idiot.  It was even a good day too.  Freya came to see me again and give me some chocolate like she always does, and we got to talking a little more.  It started out fine, she asked when I became a soldier and I told her.  It was a rather refreshing conversation at first, but then she asked why I'd want to ever become on in the first place.  I thought it was a silly question.  Who wouldn't want to risk their lives to make sure others were okay... but when I think about it now, she did have a point.  Why risk your life to fight for others when you don't feel comfortable fighting in the first place.  I'm just being stupid.  She just made me angry, and it makes me even angrier because I think I like her.  We'll see what happens tomorrow when she gives me another chocolate, though I think I'll ask for her forgiveness first.

Fall 10, Year 586

I met with Freya tonight. After our daily ritual, I asked to meet her by the waterfall later in the evening, and I think I felt my heart skip when she agreed to.  I told her everything, of why I became a soldier and why I felt I needed to protect this town to the best of my ability.  I knew she wouldn't blow off my explanation as just another sad story, she seemed to be interested in me since she moved in, and I could tell right away she was the person to tell.  She sympathized with me, telling me it was alright that I upheld my family name after my parents died, and that it was an honourable thing to do.  I asked her if I should continue being a soldier, given what I feel right now about it, and she said I should listen to my heart... well my heart told me to hug her, and she liked it!  I think I'll need time to think about this, but she is definitely going to be the first person I tell.

Winter 30, Year 586

I spent the night with her, with Freya.   I was on Lovers Peak with Freya for the Starlight Festival.  They looked so gorgeous in the crisp midnight sky.  I couldn't believe she asked me of all people to join her.  Doesn't she know what it means?  Maybe she does?  I feel like we've grown a little closer than we have been before, and maybe that's why she asked me to join her to watch the stars.  I honestly can't think of anyone else I'd rather be with to be right here with, to wait until the sun comes back up and start a new year for us.  A year....  I can't believe it'll be exactly a year since I've known Freya.  Time definitely has gone by so fast.  I know what to tell her, but it will have to wait until sometime after tomorrow, the New Year's Festival will be a busy time for everyone.

Spring 5, Year 587

I told her my decision.  I'm going to give up being a soldier, and become a monster rancher.  I know how to properly take care of one, and I'd prove that once again at the Fluffy Sheering Festival this year - if she doesn't beat me that is, she's been getting really great at combat.  She's really supportive with the idea, and said she'd help me in any way to get the store off the ground.  I was so elated.  I knew she was the one I could tell her my decision, and would support it.  I think she's the best one person I could have ever known.  I think I love her.

Spring 6, Year 587

I haven't shown or told anyone yet.  I've been vibrating all day I've been this excited.  She came up to me today, and I thought she was going to give me a chocolate like she always does before one of our talks.  But she didn't give me a chocolate, or anything sweet for that matter.  I can barely write this properly.  She gave me a Blue Feather!  She wants to marry me!  By the Harvest Goddess I can barely contain myself.  I always had the assumption that she had feelings for me, and this proves it!  And she wants to marry me!  It's so hard to believe.  I never thought I'd meet anyone as great as her, and now here we are!  I can't wait, I want to be with her now!  But...  I have to wait the customary three days, and then...  I'll be the happiest person in the world.