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lazywriterkylie · 2 years ago

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I'm committing to a writing challenge for this month! It was given by @the.plottery on Instagram, and it's got some amazing prompts that I'm excited to fulfill in order to improve my skills and freshen up my attention span lol.

So here is my piece for day 1's prompt:

Write a short story that tackles a conversation between two characters in a hospital waiting room.

It's a scene from an idea that popped into my head that I forgot about years ago. So here ya go.

START

“What if he wakes up?”

Sable crossed her arms and sighed, chewing her cheek and looking pissed,“... I haven’t decided…”

“Will you try to talk to him?”

“Maybe… Yes... No.. I don’t know.”

She let out a frustrated growl and dropped into the hospital seat behind her, burying her face in her hands.

Lilith sat tentatively in a chair beside her sulking classmate, placing a bandaged hand on Sable’s shoulder. She gave the girl a ginger pat, brushing strands of blonde hair aside which fell loosely down around her face. Lilith shifted, unsure what to say. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but eventually just gave up and sat in dull silence. The waiting room was dimly lit with bulbous lamps and a light from the hall that lead back to the offices, casting violent lines of light through the shadowy room. They were alone, and Lillith felt that familiar feeling of misplacement creep into her mind. She felt like an alien sitting here by Sable Gardner.

Lilith suddenly realized how tired she was. It was nearly three in the morning. She had been brutally beaten, thrown off a building, held at gunpoint, and now she was sitting in a stark hospital with someone from what felt like a completely different world. She eyed the girl casually, trying to piece together what she was feeling, but came up blank. Like the bland and abstract paintings that hung in bunches around the tacky little room, Lilith realized she had no idea what to make of her situation or her sudden company. Who even was this girl? Where should Lillith draw the line in her mind between head cheer-leader savage rogue? And what did that make herself? What would Beth have to say if she saw the two of them sitting together?

Her brain felt muddy. When had all of these changes taken place?

She could only imagine what was going through Sable’s mind right now…

She swallowed hard, “we… we’re going to be okay, Sable.”

“How do you know?” she snapped back, raising her head and pushing away the hand of comfort, “you don’t know anything smart girl. That much is obvious from what you did today.”

Lilith jumped at the outburst and withdrew, studying the layers of panic and anger in Sable’s puffy bruised eyes. A shock of red from a broken vessel leaked from the corner of her left eye where Danny had punched her, making her intense gray irises look even more unnerving than usual. Lilith didn’t like eye contact to begin with, especially not with Sable, and under this withering gaze she felt herself shrink. She cast her eyes to the linoleum floor and studied the white speckled tiles as hot blood flushed her cheeks and ears.

“He saw us Lillith,” Sable said, still fixing her with a look dripping in condescension, “If he wakes up, we might not walk out of this without another fight. We might not ever see our families again. We’re not just going to be ‘Okay, we quite possibly could die”.

Lillie shrugged and and with a sideways glance muttered,

“I don’t know, I don’t think we are going to die… that sounds pretty dramatic… I mean, we didn’t do anything wrong! We were just protecting ourselves and everyone else. Danny-”

“Danny is registered.” Sable rolled her bloodied eyes so violently that Lillith cringed.

“So? He was the one who attacked.”

“SO,” Sable sat up and rounded on Lillith like a cat about to pounce, “So even if we can convince everyone that Danny was the one who attacked and not us, which is unlikely since he is already on the register, we are still going to get put on blast for not being legal which already is a huge blow to our credibility. Besides,”

Sable seemed to deflate, and the aggression gave way to what Lillith could only guess was sheer exhaustion.

“Besides?” she prompted.

“Forget about it,” sable pulled the hood to her white hoodie over her head and leaned back, crossing her arms, “It doen’t matter. You will be fine. They will take one look at my record… at your record, and think I dragged you into this. Made you do it. Maybe even threatened you.”

“But you didn’t”

“Doesn’t matter. Danny’s dad is a big shot attorney and there was no footage to prove we were not involved in the threat.”

Suddenly a thought came to Lillith’s mind so abruptly that she had to physically shake her head to get it to settle.

“Oh my gosh… Sable, were you involved in that homicide last summer?”

“What?”

“Why else would your record incriminate you?”

Sable sighed and closed her eyes, “according to police reports… sort of.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean they know I was there but not how involved I was.”

Involved? What did that mean?

“... you didn’t kill those boys did you?”

“What? Ew! Of course not! I was trying to help Jade- those guys… one of them was unregistered and I was the only other person who could help.” Sable was stuttering, and Lillith realized that she must have been choking up a bit.

“I saw on the news that it was a murder suicide…”

“S- sort of.” she sighed again and shook her head, squeezing her purpled eyes shut.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to talk about it,” Lilith placated, “I was just curious.”

Sable cracked her eyes open and studied her with a furrowed brow.

“How long have you had your powers?’

“Oh,” now it was LIllith’s turn to sputter, “ oh, you know… a little while.”

“You hit that guy really hard,” Sable said with a small grin, and Lillith felt her mind go blank.

��Huh?”

“That big blonde dude. The one practically holding Danny’s hand the whole time. You sent him flying. I’m surprised you didn’t kill him on impact.”

“Oh, that,” Lillith shrugged and looked away, anywhere but at the smirking cheerleader next to her, “I was just trying to get him to put his gun away. He was freaking me out.”

“You were freaked out? Was this before or after I watched you get pitched over the side of a skyscraper and jump back up to the top like nothing happened?

Lillith chuckled nervously, “Probably after.”

“Uh huh,” Sable nodded, mouth open as she looked Lilith over, “And you said you only got powers a little while ago? How long is a little while?”

“Not very long… are you using your powers now?” Lillith asked back, suddenly hyper aware of everything she had said.

“Sort of.” Sable leaned closer and squinted.

“You’re lying.”

Lillith stood up and walked a few paces back and forth, “How long have you had yours?”

Sable’s smirk became a huge grin, “I woke up on my thirteenth birthday and knew immediately that I was different.”

“So almost four years?’

“Yep.”

Lillith nodded. Why hadn’t Sable registered three years ago? Legally, there was a six month grace period after you manifest powers, during which you must register yourself as an abilitied-human or face repercussions or fines. Registering didn’t cost anything, and it was pretty easy…

“Ten years.”

Sable stood up in shock, “Ten years!?”

“Yeah.” Lillith felt a chill. She hadn’t told anyone that, why Sable? The confession slipped out almost on its own. Was this the work of Sable’s power? Or had something within LIllith finally decided to break and share.

“You’ve had super strength for ten years? Since you were six?”

Lillith nodded.

“How?! How did nobody notice? And more importantly,” Sable strode forward and gave Lillith’s shoulder a little shove, which sent her stumbling, “Why were you not on any sports teams? Hello? You could have been an all-star! Volleyball could have really used you last season you know.”

Lillith rubbed her arm where Sable shoved her and shrugged, rocking back and forth on her toes, squishing the fabric of her ratty old tennisshoes, “I didn’t want to draw attention to it I guess… I just want to look normal.”

Sable stared at her for a few tense moments, shaking her head slowly. Finally she turned her head and looked at the illuminated hallway that lead to the hospital room where Danny lay comatose, a ticking time bomb.

“When he wakes up, he’s going to out us to anyone who will Listen.” Sable said, returning to her solemnity. Lillith was finding it so hard to keep up with the constant shifts in mood. How exhausting it must be, she thought, to be Sabel.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head and she began patting the pockets of her jeans before remembering her cellphone was probably shattered in the street back at the club.

“Do you still have your phone?” she asked.

“Yah why?” Sable was already holding it out when Lillith took it.

“Because I might know the perfect person to fix our problem.”

She took Sable’s unlocked phone and punched a number into the text recipients and mumbled a little prayer under her breath that Leap wasn’t asleep or tucked away, resting in some pocket dimension without cell towers.

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babbushka · 4 years ago

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Biting Dust - Ch.2

Life ain’t too easy for a woman, ‘specially not a woman on the run like you. With a bounty on your head and gunpowder in your nose, you’ve grown adjusted to a life of solitude away from the hustle and bustle of civilization. That is, until you meet one particular man who’s got a face you’d only ever seen in your dreams – or on wanted posters. And when he offers you a proposition that sounds too good to be true, well. You don’t think your life will ever be the same again…

Outlaw!Kylo Ren x Reader

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The shock of the sight in front of you has you starin’ at this man with your mouth agape, with just one question running through your head – how? How is he still alive?

He’s clearly swingin’, or no, maybe he isn’t, you realize as you ask Agnes to trot over with urgency. This man, the thief, is precariously balanced on the hide of his horse just so, just so that he must be alleviating some of the pressure around his throat where the noose is wrapped tight. You can’t quit starin’, Agnes coming up beside the great black horse who chuffs and whinnies softly at the strange new presence in front of her.

“Good evening ma’am,” The man uses what little purchase he has to spin himself around on the noose to face you, small grunts of his struggle wrenching out of his chest as he tries not to choke himself any more than he already is, “Could you do a fellow a favor and reach into the knapsack on my horse, use the knife that’s in the left pocket, and cut me down?”

It’s absurd, you think as your eyebrows shoot up, the way that he manages to seem so nonchalant, given his predicament. But the moment he manages to turn and face you fully, any amused notions of his calm vanish, replaced only by the weight of the features which you’re now confronted with.

He’s a collection of pieces that don’t make no sense, shouldn’t go together the way they do. His hair is long and dark as it waves and curls, but his ears stick out beyond the locks. His nose juts out strongly, but it looks like it’s been broken once or twice. A pink tongue darts out to lick plush plump lips, framed by a soft looking goatee, sharp cheeks, but a weak chin. Most of all though, are his eyes. They’re somehow both beady and cunning, calculating and warm, or well…his left eye is.

He’s got a scarred over gash that practically splits his face, something between a burn wound and a cut, halfway in the middle. Whatever it was that gave that to him, took his eye with it, or at least tried to. It’s still there, but it’s milky white, whereas the other one glows a liquid chocolate as the light of the setting sun hits it.

He’s handsome, utterly and completely handsome.

He’s also still hanging by that noose, and you still don’t know how he ain’t dead, so despite all of that, you can’t help but blurt out,

“What the fuck is this?”

The man clearly was not expecting such a question, because he almost loses his footing on the black horse’s hide, and goes sputterin’ for a moment as he tries to right himself.

“Excuse me?” He’s got some sense of humor, you think, because he’s frowning at you, scowlin’, when he steadies himself once more.

“How are you doin’ that?” You clarify, gesturing with one hand to the fact that he’s alive, how he must’ve been hanging here for two whole days, and is still alive.

“Well,” The man sighs, and you can imagine that were his hands not bound behind his back, he might’ve scratched at his chin or his scalp. “I think my old girl Sam here is trying to teach me a lesson. She won’t come close enough to make this easy for me, but I figured if she were really sick and tired of my bullshit, she’d’ve rode off and let me hang. You know how horses get sometimes.”

Who is this person, who is so seemingly confident and sure of himself, and simultaneously must be the most lucky motherfucker to ever live? You can’t tell if you wanted to smack him or kiss him. Maybe both, but that decision can stay safely locked inside your brain. Even after the two minutes that you’ve known this man, something tells you that his ego would go through the roof if you gave him the satisfaction of a kiss.

“Oh do I.” You bite back a raised brow. While his presumptions may be correct, you were taken slightly aback with how freely he was willing to give them.

“Yes ma’am, I can tell by the way your horse is lookin’ up at you. Sam gives me those same looks, well, when she ain’t bein’ so difficult, of course.” He grumbles, and the black horse, Sam, seems to chuff in exasperation.

The sun is setting faster now, and you start to feel anxious. Surely folks would be still eatin’ dinner by now, surely no one would start walkin’ out and about at night, aside from those who take some comfort in the music and beer in the saloon. Surely no one would see you, see you talking to the hanged man, but…but suppose they did.

What would they do then?

What would you do?

You frown, wanting to get this whole interaction over with. You’ve resolved to cut him loose, but first, you’d like the honor at least bein’ introduced to this strange wonder of a man. You’d like to know just whose life you’re saving.

It ain’t often, that you go around saving lives instead of taking them.

“Quit calling me ma’am.” It’s too formal, too proper for the kind of woman that you are, somethin’ about it reminds you of your mother and – you nip that in the bud real fuckin’ quick.

“Yes sir.” The man offers with a glimmer of amusement in his eyes, and you wonder if he ever smiles. He’s certainly got the humor for it, but as far as his face has moved, those lips are held firmly in a scowl, even as his eyes sparkle.

Without getting off of Agnes, you reach into a knapsack of your own and pull out a knife. It’s nothing too fancy, but the blade is sharp and it should do the trick.

“I have a couple questions.” You begin sawing at the thick rope which binds his hands together, carefully twisting him so that you can have a better angle. You don’t want to accidentally cut his flesh, don’t want to do anything other than get some information and be on your way.

“Please, ask away.” The man is sarcastic, and the thought of stabbing him clean through the chest flits across your mind like a smooth stone over a pond. Although, as you brace yourself against his back with one hand to keep yourself steady when you cut through the rope, you’re not surprised at all to find he’s made of nothin’ but hard muscle.

“What’s your name?” The rope gives way and immediately he wastes no time rubbing at the chafed skin around his wrists, cracking the joints that had gone so stiff.

“I ain’t so sure you’d’ve ever heard of me, but I go by the name of Kylo Ren.” He says quietly, gauging your reaction.

It isn’t one that he expects.

Something inside you lights up like the flickering flare of a candle, and before you know it, you’re reaching for your gun and holding it steady in his direction. Immediately, his newly freed hands go up in a display of surrender, but you don’t dare waver, not one inch. After all you were willin’ to do for him, you’d take it back in a heartbeat – you ain’t got no desire to go helpin’ a lying man.

“Bullshit.” You spit, drawing the word out into two different syllables, scowling at him.

He wasn’t Kylo Ren, he couldn’t be. Kylo Ren was a legend, a myth of epic proportions. They’d be singin’ songs about him and his gang until kingdom come, they’d be tellin’ stories about his escapades and adventures ‘til the cows came home. Kylo Ren was uncatchable, he was elusive, no one had ever met his wrath and walked away -- there was no way that here he was caught in front of you. Just because this man was blind in the same eye didn’t mean nothin’, lots of folks had injuries like that, and it makes you mad to know he’s hidin’ behind someone else’s identity.

“Beg pardon?” He almost sounds offended that you don’t believe him, and that only makes you more angry.

What, did he think you were stupid? Did he think you were so easily swayed by pretty falsehoods? Naw, you might’ve been easy on the eyes but you had a mind sharp as a tack, and he wasn’t going to make a fool out of it.

“There ain’t no way Kylo Ren would get himself strung up and left in a tree to die. So I’m going to ask again, and you’re going to tell me, otherwise I’ll shoot you clean through the gut and then you’ll have wished they hanged you right.” The gun doesn’t move, and instead of growing angry or brash or violent in the way you might expect a man to act while he’s starin’ down a barrel, he flushes a deep red.

“You’re mighty quick with that, I have to admit I’m impressed.” He chews on his lip, eyes crinkling up at the corners while he blushes and mumbles softly, “I like a woman who can handle her steel.”

“I like an honest man.” You counter, cocking the trigger. His reaction to bein’ held at gunpoint was nothin’ like you’d ever seen before, you’d never in your wildest dreams imagined you’d meet someone who thought being threatened like this was a turn-on.

“Kylo Ren’s the most honest answer I can give you.” He shrugs simply. He speaks with a sincerity that you still have a hard time believing, but there ain’t much you can do about it, you’ve done too much already, wasted too much time.

You’ve wasted so much time, here with this man already.

“If you’re Kylo Ren, then I’m Angel Eyes.” You huff, wondering how he might feel about that, if he’d ever heard of you in return.

You’re countin’ on him thinkin’ that you’re bluffing, countin’ on him to throw his head back and laugh, to underestimate you. He doesn’t, instead of all of that, he only blushes a little harder, looking away from your gun and straight into your soul. Whether he’s heard of you or not, his eyes are wide and hopeful, starin’ at you like you put the stars in the sky.

“Won’t you cut me down, Angel?” Kylo asks, voice velvety and deep. The sun gleams off his teeth in a glint that has you realizing most of the ones on the bottom are made of gold, as the last slips of light make one last hurrah over the canyons.

He’s charming, too charming. Even with the noose around his neck, even still balancing like a moron on the back of his horse, he’s charming. A man like that is bound to be nothing but trouble, you think. You don’t know why, but something deep in your bones tells you that he won’t be leaving you alone so easily, once you cut him free.

If you cut him free.

But the sun is setting faster faster faster, and the last of the orangeredyellow is gone from the sky, leaving only the dusky blues and purples of twilight. There’s no more time for games, and you both know it.

“God dammit.” You sigh in aggravation, eventually giving in and holstering your gun once more.

You nudge Agnes to move a little closer, and she obliges warily. The rope around his neck requires a bit of elbow grease to saw through with your knife, but it only takes a couple of minutes before it too gives way, like the rope around his wrists had.

As soon as the tension around his neck disappears, Kylo loses his balance and falls off his horse with a great big thud, and you roll your eyes. Putting the knife back in your own knapsack, you don’t really pay much attention to whatever the hell he’s doing on the floor, trying to get his footing after two whole days of being stretched out. His muscles are probably on fire, burning from the effort to not succumb to strangulation, but that’s ain’t really your problem.

“Alright Ren, you’re free to go. I suggest you find some salve for that nasty burn you’ve got – hold it right the fuck there.” When you do eventually look up, it’s to see Kylo standing too close.

Far too close.

Your gun is back, and you jab it straight in the hollow of his scarred cheekbone. For having such good reflexes that you do, he caught you completely off-guard by popping up the way he just had. How was he so tall? He didn’t look that tall up in the tree, the man must be over six heads high. Once again, his hands are up over his head in surrender, and you’re confused, jumpy. You don’t like strange men gettin’ too close to you, don’t like it one bit.

“I ain’t gonna hurt you! I swear.” He rushes to say with a shake of his head, “You saved my life, I’m in grateful service to you. Wherever you go I’ll follow, and keep you safe from harm, until the day my debt can be repaid.”

Kylo realizes then, that he must’ve messed up, said the wrong thing. You can see it in his eyes, or at least, the one good eye he’s got, the one that ain’t scarred over and milky white. You can tell he didn’t mean to go causin’ no offence by offering you his protection, not at all.

“I don’t need any help, not from you, or from anyone.” Your tone softens just a little when you regard him, lowering the gun that you’d had held firmly against his cheek. You decide that there’s no use in blowin’ his head off, no point in wastin’ a bullet when you could’a just let him hang.

Kylo seems to know this, and when your gun isn’t digging into his cheekbone any longer, he takes a hesitant step towards you, so close, too close.

“Well then,” Kylo’s voice is equally soft, soft and deep in a way that’s almost unnerving, how it can be so soothing. He kicks up some of the reddened earth below his boots, sticks his hands in his pockets and gives you the most honest not-smile you’ve seen in your life as he blushes, “Looks like we’ll be together for a mighty long time.”

The sun is completely down now, darkness creeping in all around. You need to get away from this place, need to put some distance between yourself and the town, between you and Kylo, so you simply urge Agnes forward, and without another thought, you’re galloping into the great unknown.

Agnes is fast, even in the dark.

Maybe especially in the dark, you think. She’s always had a penchant for roaming around at night, in fact, it was at night that you had found her. That was seemingly eons ago, and you don’t have the energy to mull about in your head dwelling on the past more than you already do.

In the moment, there, right there in the desert, it is a clear night. Light from the moon is bright and pale, a silvery wash of deep toned blues and a million stars in constellations you have memorized like the back of your hand illuminate the vast expanse of nothingness ahead of you.

Agnes is fast, but Kylo’s horse has no trouble keeping up, and though you’re not entirely surprised just because of the sheer size of the creature, you’re still impressed. Sam can’t quite match Agnes, her small stature making her all the more quicker, more streamlined that the midnight creature. It’s a slight observation you can’t help but make, their colors. Where Sam is pitch black, Aggie’s coat is glossy white and reflects the moon easily so Kylo can keep up.

When was the last time you rode like this with another person? Not away from someone, but with them? Kylo can’t see you grinning, the dark cloaking your smile as your hair whips around your head, but you are. You are, out there in the dark, flying through the canyons under the moonlight, putting that distance that you need between yourself and the town. No one would find you, no one would even know where to look, should they come try.

You don’t trust him, you don’t trust Kylo one bit, but you have to admit that the fact he hasn’t killed you point blank and stolen all your possessions means a lot. You’re not really in the business to go around trustin’ strangers, you’ve spent nearly your whole adult life alone, on the run. Now wasn’t the time to start…but it felt good, to be with another soul.

Eventually, when you’ve had your fun, when Agnes and Sam have stretched their legs enough, you and Kylo slow them down to a trot. You’ve come to the edge of the canyon here, so neither of you move any closer. Leaning over ever so slightly, you can hear the gentle trickle of water, can see the light sparkle of moonlight glittering off the rippling water of what has to be the Colorado River a thousand feet below in a gorge that you’ll have to descend in the morning. The map had named this place Horseshoe Bend, and you’re looking forward to seeing it in the daylight.

Neither of you are anywhere near Colorado yet, you’re actually closer to Utah than anything else, but you know that if you can just stick close to the river, you’ll be going in the right direction. Kylo notices you noticing the river, and eventually he pulls gently on the reins to get Sam to come to a soft stop.

This is a good place for the night, you think, and you swing your legs off Agnes’ back. Kylo mimics your movements, coming over slowly and carefully so that you hear him.

You don’t know it, but he doesn’t want to scare you again like he had by the tree, he doesn’t want to scare you ever again.

You’re too tired to protest when he begins helping you lift the bags off Aggie’s saddle, his arms are far bigger and stronger than yours, and though you want to tell him to fuck off with his chivalry, you’re undeniably grateful for the help.

Kylo seems to notice, and you’re just glad that he doesn’t make a whole to-do about it. He must be exhausted too, you’re sure.

Not exhausted enough to let you simply throw down a bundle of something for a pillow and sleep though, as he lights a match on the sole of his boots and tosses it onto a small pile of dry brush and sticks that he scrounges up quickly. The fire makes you wary, wary that someone might see, but you’re too close to the gorge for it to be a problem. No one would dare come rushing towards you here, lest they’d be risking falling straight over the edge and cracking their skulls on the rocks below.

Watching as Kylo makes the fire and keeps it steady, you wrap a blanket around your shoulders. Nighttime got chilly out in the desert, and you’re lucky to have such a beautifully made blanket to keep you warm. You had purchased it just earlier this year at a trading post, it to this day it remained your most prized possession.

A woman had had a selection for sale or trade, hand woven wool in the most striking of patterns, and when you saw the black and beige striped one, you had given her all the money in your pocket for it. You wear it with respect, always make sure to keep it clean and mended, folded neatly in your bag, always remembering that human hands had created this, remembering that it is the skill of that woman and her hands which keeps you warm, keeps you alive on the harsher desert nights.

Kylo has no blanket of his own, or if he does, he doesn’t bother to wear it. Instead, he lies down close to the fire and adjusts his arms behind his head so that it can act as a pillow. You wonder how he can be comfortable like that, but you bite your tongue. If he’s doing this in an attempt at manliness, you won’t be so quick to give in to the bait.

You are looking at him though, with enough interest that Kylo feels the need to clear his throat.

“Where are we headed, then?” He asks quietly as he settles down, shuffles a little closer to the fire.

You meet his gaze, but there’s nothing upsetting about the intensity of his eye contact. In fact, lying on opposite sides of the small fire like this, your faces cast warm by the glow of the soft flames, you feel almost as though you’re in a spell, caught in his eyes.

Where were you headed, where were you headed really? What a loaded question, you think.

He’s lookin’ at you, and you’re lookin’ back at him, and unshed tears prick the back of your eyelids just for a moment because if you think about it too hard, you’ll realize that in the end, you’re headed where all the wanderers, drifters, loners and outlaws head; “Nowhere.”

Kylo gives you the ghost of a smile, and shrugs, reaching forward enough to light a hand-rolled cigarette by the embers of the small campfire.

“I’ve always wanted to go there.” He says softly, and you can’t help but let a small chuckle slip through your lips. Kylo offers the cigarette to you, but you shake your head and decline, never havin’ gotten much into smokin’. He nods in understanding and puffs on it once or twice, blowing blue smoke up into the night sky.

“Are you always like this?” Tightening the blanket around your shoulders a little more, you try and get some sort of idea of who this person was. You’d always been a decent judge of character, well, you had to be, all alone like you were. Get betrayed one too many times, you start seein’ the signs of shifty drifters from a mile away.

But with him, with Kylo, you can’t sniff out anything rotten in him, not yet. Maybe it’ll come out in a day or two, hell, maybe it’ll come out in an hour once you’re fast asleep. If you wake up and he’s still there, if you even wake up at all tomorrow, you’ll be more surprised of that than anything in the world.

“That depends.” Kylo finally replies around the huff and puff of his cigarette, giving you more of those vague half truths that you can already tell are going to drive you over the cliff.

“On what?” You ask, already knowing the answer.

“On whether you like it or not.” He gives you another one of those not-smiles, where he somehow looks at you, straight through you, with all the warmth of an old friend, though he be but a total stranger. You scrub a hand down your face in exasperation; it ain’t hard to see why Sam wanted him to suffer a little bit, back by the tree, you think.

“Let’s say for argument’s sake that I don’t.” You offer, and Kylo lets out a sharp breath of a laugh through his nose.

“Then yes, I’m always like this.” Kylo smokes pleasantly, and you curl in on yourself, and roll onto your back.

There’s a million stars up there, you’re sure. Maybe a hundred million, a million million. You used to tell the stories of the constellations to your students – no, you think. Don’t go down that memory lane, the one fraught with fire and anguish.

Shaking your head slightly, you open up your eyes as wide as they’ll go, your pupils swallowin’ up all the light they can. There’s purple white blue clouds in a thick cluster above the gorge, and you know that to be a wisp of the Milky Way. The view is impressive, and humbling. After all, you are nothin’ but a small spec in the universe, aren’t you?

“Ain’t it wild?” Kylo starts to ask, smokin’ and turning his head up to the galaxy above you both. “To think that a thousand years ago, someone was lying where we lay, was starin’ up at these stars we see? To think that a thousand years from now, someone else will be in our position, wonderin’ about their place in the cosmos.”

“What is that you’re smokin’?” You tease softly, no real bite to your words. His baritone nestles into your chest and you feel the thrum of it in your bones, your eyes wetting, not daring to look at him as the fire snaps and crackles between you.

“Nothin’ but tobacco, honest.” Smoke pours out of his nose, his mouth. You can feel his eyes on you, can feel him lookin’. “Don’t you ever think about it, about your place in the world?”

“No.” That answer comes easily enough.

“How come?” Kylo’s voice is a deep deep deep whisper in the night, and it weighs heavy on your stomach as your hands twist in the blanket.

“I don’t got one.” You can’t believe you’re admitting something like this to him, to this stranger.

Something about being here with him, lying so close to another human being for the first time in years, makes you spill all your secrets. You’d told him your name, you’ve never told someone your name. Granted, he probably thought you were just jokin’, but still, whether he knew it or not, he knew the truth. Kylo hasn’t laughed at you yet, though.

He hasn’t mocked you or pushed you in any way. He’s answered your questions and the ones he asked in return weren’t nothin’ of too much trouble. In fact, out of all the men you coulda picked to be stuck with, he seemed like one that wasn’t too shabby. Had a good sense of humor, at the very least, and was calm under pressure, if his behavior by the tree was anythin’ to go off of. He seemed sane enough, or maybe just insane enough. You weren’t sure.

Whichever one it was, it had to be why he had declared undying loyalty to you so quickly. Maybe that was the kind of person he was, Kylo was. Maybe that was all you needed to know about him.

Maybe he was just as lonely as you.

Maybe he hadn’t slept beside another human being in just as long.

The sky above you moves, creeps and crawls at a snails pace, but moves. The Milky Way turns, and with it so do the stars. Your eyes are tired, every part of you is tired, and you shudder from the sheer exhaustion in your muscles. Those seven hours at the hotel were more sleep than you’d gotten in the whole week prior, and it was as if your body remembered how badly you needed that sleep, once you’d gotten it.

You sigh a little to yourself, not so sure when another opportunity like that would come again.

“You’re cold.” Kylo speaks up enough so you can hear him even as your eyes slip closed, darkness around your vision lulling you into that in-between state of consciousness and slumber.

“I’m fine, the fire’s enough.” You mumble, your words slurring together as you turn closer towards the fire, let the heat of the flame seep into your body, trapping it under your blanket.

“If you’re comfortable with it, you’re more than welcome to come sleep next to me.” He offers, and if you were awake enough, you’d probably chuckle at how bold he is, how forward. You still had your wits about you, still had your decent judgement, you know nothin’ about this man and you don’t trust him as far as you can throw him.

You don’t know anything about him, nothin’ at all. Not even his name.

Maybe you do know his name. The odds of that are so astronomical though, so outta this world, that…well…you’re inclined to believe them.

“Are you really Kylo Ren? The Kylo Ren?” You have to ask, forcing your eyes open to look at him one last time, before you fall asleep completely and deal with whatever trouble tomorrow might bring you.

“I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see, Angel.” Kylo whispers, giving you one of those sincere not-smiles, and looking right back.

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #kylo ren/reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren/you #kylo ren reader insert #kylo ren fanfic #kylo ren fanfiction #my writing #biting dust #western au #outlaw!kylo #cowboy!kylo

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fart-gate · 5 years ago

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SG1

Season 2 episode 2

"IN THE LINE OF DUTY"

Notes by me

- action scene!!!! Everybody get thru the gate before u die!!

- Sam stop trying to save people who are dead

- oh my god what the fuck was that a goauld going in her MOUTH WHAT THE FUCK

- GOAULD!!!!!

- this is like super intense I'm on the edge of my seat

- not!Sam

- wow this worm is super bitchy I guess

- she punches him in the arm and Jack just knows something wrong lol

- we get to see cassandra! Sg1's adopted child

- ok bandaged guy is glowing. I repeat. Bandaged guy is glowing

- cassie so cute with her drawings!

- how does she know????

- she said she'll only talk to Jack 💗💗

- not!Sam wants to get out of there ASAP

- daniels glasses resting on top of his head 👓🤗

- Amanda tapping is such an amazing actor omg. And its kinda hot too

- punched!

- sedative finally took effect after like 4 whole minutes

- how does naquadah let cassie sense worms

- hammond assigning tealc to look for bombs around base bc hes the most qualified 💪

- theyre not telling the government that shes possessed so they dont lose her 😭

- BANDAGED DUDE IS AWAKE

- does tealc know that Jack likes Sam. Can he sense the otp vibes as well

- alright okay. Yeah shes kinda hot like this

- I love the fact that Daniel is the one to talk to victims/people and relate to them and stuff. ,,Like Karamo on queer eye

- bonding over losing significant others to the goauld 💔

- mr bandaged man is looking Funky Fresh!! What kind of cleansing cream does he use

- he replaced himself with the guard oh no

- Sam and Jack staring contest

- oh damn shes using sams voice to trick him hhmmm dont like that

- thats a lovely hand held x ray device! Would be nice if those were real

- tealc knows the goauld?

- Dr fraiser figuring it out like a boss!!!

- theres nice goaulds?....i dont trust it

- if theres an assassin after her, maybe shes telling the truth

- Tokra means Resistance.......im hoping its tru

- "we dont even know what he looks like" you do ya big dummy!

- "I'm sorry, sam" brb weeping

- 🚨SHE KNOWS WHERE SHA'RE IS🚨

- so far Jack is the only one that doesnt believe her

- code red!! Worm in the base!!!

- damn alright. Her telling the assassin that the tokra will prevail just proves that shes telling the truth

- sams not dying I will manifest

- is that Jack wiping away a tear i see??

- LMFAO IM SORRY THAT WAS SO FUNNY. Daniel sees this soldier who looks exactly like the doctor he saw in the hospital and, instead of alerting everyone theres an intruder like he should, he says "hey I know you".,,, no thoughts head empty

- like asdhsjsns I'm not mad that youre now being held hostage Daniel this is your own fault

- ok ok dont shoot my boy

- Jack not leaving sam 😭😭😍😍😍

- LMFAO tealc shooting Daniel point blank with no emotion

- "are you injured?"

"DUMB question"

- it saved her???? 😭😭 I'm tearing up here folks it was a nice worm after all

- daniel brought her flowers!

- depressed!Sam 😟

- he just sits with her 💗

- if anything can cheer her up, its her adopted alien child

- wow I guess she really bonded with jolinar? Like for real? Damn now I'm sad

Whump under the cut

Sam carter whump: bloody mouth, host for goauld, dying, pale, dark circles, emotional

Jack Oniell whump: punched by Sam

Daniel jackson whump: gunpoint, hostage, stunned, heavy breathing, noises!

🎶 listening to Marjorie by Taylor Swift🎶 in honor of Sam being sad that she no longer has a little friend in her head :(

#stargate season 2 #very emotional episode #jack whump season 2 #sam whump season 2 #daniel whump season 2

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girllovescomic · 4 years ago

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Winter Begonia recap episode 30

The episode start with Fan Lian announcing that as thank you to the fans for voting for him as Liyuan Best Performer, the troupe will perform for three days at half price. It is a nice gesture, but I am sure the fans would have willingly bought the tickets at full price or more for a chance to see the new superstar. A strange familiar man lurks behind the crowd, looking sketchy as fuck. Who could that be?

Meanwhile, Er Ye brings his sister, Cha Cha’er to the opera. Everyone greets the third miss while shit starter Shi Jiu is trying to coax CFT by flattering Cha Cha’er for getting prettier. I see you woman! CFT tells the troupe that his sister is on break so he decided to bring her to the most fun place in Beiping. His hubby responds that of course his opera is the most fun entertainment. You two need to stop. #Foreveralone. Rui Rui asks best girl to get a chair so his husband can sit down, but Er Ye (I love how Rui Rui says Er Ye) declines. Meanwhile Cha Cha’er is about to commit a grave crime, as she touches Rui Rui’s costume. Rui Rui looks at her as if he saw a zombie horde coming his way. Both best girl and hubby tell her not to play with the costume, to simply look with her eyes. LOL, Er Ye knows how precious the costumes are to his bae as he pleads with his sister.

Fan Lian comes in and informs Rui Rui that since he has won the title of Best Performer, businessmen are flocking to him to advertise their products. At first Rui Rui is dismissive, telling best girl to fetch some tea. Fan Lian gets the hint, but then Rui Rui stops him and asks which factories are requesting him. Fan Lian tells him the cigarette factory, perfume, makeup store, fabric store and the soap factory. Wait, doesn’t he have a godbrother who owns a soap factory? Whether this influences his change of heart, Rui Rui decides to pick the soap factory as sponsor. Fan Lian is stumped while Rui Rui looks at his Er Ye who gazes back. Seriously, you both need to stop. I CAN’T. Fan Lian asks if he has really thought it through because he should not disappointed the businessmen. Rui Rui is like, I won’t back down once I agree, just negotiate the price for me so I won’t suffer losses. Best girl is like, who is this person and what have you done to my boss? Everyone is stunned by what he is saying. Fan Lian is so ecstatic he tells him he has finally figure out how to hustle and use his fame. He adds that all other lesser talented opera bosses have made records and adverts, it is about time he follows in the pursuit of fame and fortune. Rui Rui answers he has figured it out, as long as it pays well, he will do whatever. This gets another double take from best girl who may go fetch an exorcist to find out what possesses her boss. Fan Lian finally figures it out why Rui Rui is so intent on getting an advertising contract and informs him that his BIL is not that broke. Btw, this whole time, Er Ye is either staring at his bae or listening to his somewhat useless BIL. Fan Lian states that right now, Er Ye is only angry at his wife, so his financial situation is not as precarious. Rui Rui asks if it is true. AWWWWWWWW, he wants to financially support his bae. Our Rui Rui is truly growing up. Er Ye is like hmm...what? Oh yeah, I have cash, loads of it. He can go home whenever and get it. LOL, Er Ye, the fuck are you talking about?! Rui Rui pouts and I live.

Fan Lian continues to discuss the reversal in Rui Rui’s behavior towards adverts, telling Er Ye that he truly considers himself his money tree so he can take care of him. Er Ye is preoccupied by Cha Cha’er who is spending time with backstage with the actors while Fan Lian states that due to Rui Rui’s innocence, he can easily be taken advantage by people who lack conscience. LOL, Er Ye is like who are you talking about, but Fan Lian is quick to mention he wasn’t talking about him, referring to the former members who easily stole from him. Fan Lian realizes that Rui Rui enjoys treating his bae thus willing to do things he wasn’t earlier. Preoccupied, Er Ye replies that it is normal for Rui Rui to seek out opportunities to make commercials and records while still famous, it was only his personality that stopped him from doing so. Er Ye, babe, the fuck? You know and the world knows Rui Rui’s only motivation to go against his former reluctance is you. If you had come to his house, broke af, he would probably have not agreed to do the adverts, popularity or not. This shit don’t matter to Rui Rui, only you. I understand you want the best for Rui Rui and yes, the bae needs to change in his behavior when it comes to the outside world, but let's not act like what Fan Lian is saying does not hold water. Are you too busy watching over Cha Cha’er to see that? One of the employees come running to him to let him know the police is looking for him. He is surprised to hear that since he didn’t think they would know he was there. LOL, even the cops knows you spend an enormous amount of time at the Royal Theater with Rui Rui. The employee does not know why the police is here, but knows it’s an urgent matter. Er Ye tells him to ask the cops to wait for him outside behind the building as to not draw attention to their presence. He tasks Fan Lian to take Cha Cha’er to the private box and look over her. Geezus xrist, you are asking useless Fan Lian to look over her? God help us all.

Er Ye finds out the reason why the cops are looking for him. Stuttering Gu Lao’er has escaped the prison. HOW? Wait, is that the strange familiar man lurking near the theater we saw earlier? Apparently, stuttering Gu broke out the jail this afternoon and is now on warpath to take down Er Ye. The police informs he will send people to look over the house. Er Ye tries to give him money but the cop turns it down, saying it is payment for every for all the good he has done for them. Meanwhile, the show goes and we see Cha Cha’er all alone in the private box. What did I tell you!!! Useless sperm donor Fan Lian not pulling his weight as usual. Of course, right at that moment, we see stuttering Gu dress like a server walking toward the private box. He calls out to Third Miss and tells Cha Cha’er that Er Ye has asked him to fetch her to come outside. She is slightly suspicious, but he insist that Er Ye is busy talking with people hence can’t do it himself. We see our Rui Rui looking fierce in his makeup and costume. His eyes are quite perceptive as he spots Cha Cha’er following stuttering Gu. He is so protective of Er Ye’s people. SWOON.

Er Ye comes back to check on Cha Cha’er and notices she is not there. He looks everywhere and of course, useless sperm donor waltz out of god knows where and is nonchalantly answers that she was in the private box. DID YOU LOOK OVER HER? NOPE, you freaking idiot. YOU HAD ONE JOB. He continues to look and finds the actors who are wondering what is going. Then a scream comes out of the backdoor and he rushes there. We see stuttering Gu holding Cha Cha’er at gunpoint while our Rui Rui is holding him at lance point (lol, I just made that up. I couldn’t figure out how to say it). Rui Rui looks so beautiful and fierce! He tells the stuttering fool that he recognized who he was as the stuttering Second. LOL. Gu Lao’er is like I was the second chieftain not stuttering Second! LOL, like Rui Rui would care. He tells him that he beat the shit out of him before, didn’t he learn his lesson. Stuttering Gu is like, the fuck are you talking about, I don’t know you. Then he remembers the ‘prostitute’ who beat him up a few episodes ago. LOL, Er Ye appears and tells him to let go of his Meimei to instead come at him. Stuttering Gu shoots a warning shot to the floor and stutters to say that he has not wasted, but he can’t say the whole sentence. Instead, Er Ye completes it for him. LOL, Er Ye does it again, which enrages the stuttering fool, threatening to kill the third miss. Er Ye is like, ok fine, I won’t complete your sentences, be cool, put down the gun and lets have a good talk. Stuttering Gu of course has no intention of having a chat, blaming him for losing everything he held dear, so he wants him to taste what is like to lose everything. Er Ye responds that he is the one stuttering Gu hates and to release his meimei, taking him instead to torture. While talking, fierce Rui Rui looks at his bae, then back at the stuttering kidnapper. Stuttering Gu tells him he is not stupid to make that exchange, preferring to torture Er Ye by ‘having fun’ with Cha Cha’er. Ugh, we know what that means. Sick fucko. Fierce Rui Rui is ready to hear the signal to pounce on that sick fuck at any moment. He is practically saying not on his watch will he allow this sick fuck to harm his young sister-in-law! Stuttering Gu tries to kiss Cha Cha’er to prove his point, which gets Er Ye heated, screaming at him. Gu Lao’er uses his advantage of a firearm to keep his distance from Er Ye and fierce Rui Rui. He relish seeing Er Ye angry. However, Er Ye is not falling for his shit. HIs face changes to regain advantage, to distract stuttering Gu. He rankles stuttering Gu, poking at his pride, asking if he really thought he was the second chieftain, telling him that people laughed behind his back, calling him an idiot. Meanwhile, he pushes fierce Rui Rui slightly away, but it is to actually position him to disarm stuttering Gu. He keeps with the insult that as the desired effect of distracting the bandit while fierce Rui Rui gets close enough to use his weapon to hit the bandit wrist, making him drop the gun. Cha Cha’er runs to her brother while fierce Rui Rui kicks the bandit to submission. He is so beautiful as he stands above the bandit. Stuttering Gu calls him a stinky bitch looking for death, but fierce Rui Rui tells him to open his eyes, he’s a dude, so you should look at your master. LOL. As he is tied up by Rui Rui, who he still calls a stinky bitch, Stuttering Gu spews some nasty threats at Er Ye. LOL, fierce Rui Rui tells he talks a lot for someone who stutters and kicks him. The bandit warns Er Ye that he is a bastard and when he gets out of jail, he will rape his meimei, kill her and a bunch of other nasty things. Er Ye knows that if he doesn’t do something drastic, that man will carry out his threats. He tells fierce Rui Rui to take his meimei away and protect while waiting for him in the theater. Er Ye grabs the gun while stuttering Gu continues with his threats. Er Ye tells fierce Rui Rui to continue on and not look back as he pulls the trigger. He shoots the bandit, unfortunately Cha Cha’er hear the sound of the gun and screams. Er Ye you could have waited to make sure she was actually inside the theater!

The next day, he watches over a sleeping Cha Cha’er when Lao Ge comes with all the documents for Cha Cha’er to be sent to Hong Kong. Lao Ge asks if they should tell Er Nainai about what they are about to do, but Er Ye replies this would only worry her more. Cha Cha’er overhears the conversation and tells her Gege she will not go because she has a school outing to the park with her friends. CHIIIIIILD, did you already forget how your life was in danger the night before??? Ugh, teenagers! He tells he should have done this a long time ago, and since he is in a dangerous line of business, Beiping is just not safe for a girl like her. UGH teenagers and their priorities. It’s all about their friends! She asks why her SIL is not leaving as well or isn’t he leaving. Well, because they can take care of themselves and they were not the one who so carelessly left with a complete stranger. Seriously, if fierce Rui Rui was not paying attention to you, God knows what would have happened. He tells her to follow his instruction as the adult and when she continues to insist, he tells her that her presence only makes him anxious, that she should think about it as helping him feel at ease. Once things cool off, he will get her back. Sigh, she asks him to promise her that she be allowed to make her own decision when she is grown and not oppose her anymore. He said fine, while Lao Ge gets teary eyed at the scene. He tells her that she will need to learn to braid her own hair since no one will be there to comb it for her.

Lao Ge is kneeling in the same spot that Er Nainai had insulted my baby Rui Rui. Ugh, annoying maid is talking and brain shuts off. Not really, but I truly want it to shut off upon hearing her voice. Er Nainai asks if Lao Ge is still kneeling and annoying maid replies that yes, ever since he came back, he hasn’t move. Er Nainai tells her to ignore him. Apparently, she is not only mad that he has been keeping CFT in the loop, but that he didn’t tell about the Cha Cha’er matter. THE HELL WOULD HAVE DONE IF YOU HAD KNOWN?? You would have clutched your pearl and scream on top of your lungs. Clearly CFT wanted to spare you the horrible things that happened that night. UGH, I can’t. Annoying maid asks if she wants to go to CFT and discuss the matter, but being stubborn, she thinks this would denigrate her. Fine, he has his other wifey he can share these type of things with. In fact, they don’t even need to talk, they have their special silent language. We hear Meixin being book Meixin for a bit, saying it is a good thing Cha Cha’er was sent abroad, what is the big deal. Annoying maid is like, the heck, should she have sympathy for the third Miss. Lao Han comes in to deliver the news they have found the person they were looking for, aka CFT’s mom. Er Nainai comes out acting as if she is a palace consort, telling Lao Ge not to transgress again and that his wage will be deducted for three months. Seriously, as much I like her being boss against those truants trying to defraud the agency, as much I think her haughtiness is misplaced in this situation. Poor Lao Ge. She quickens her pace to meet with who she believes his mother-in-law.

Meanwhile, at casa de Rui Rui, wait....Am I seeing correctly? Is Er Ye actually eating with Rui Rui and the troupe? Whoa! On top of that, our Rui Rui is trying to feed him, urging to eat while Er Ye seems to be deep in thoughts. He is worried about his meimei wondering where she is now, that she should now be on the ship. Btw, can they stop panning to Shi Jiu? What is the director trying to say? It bothers me because it feels unnecessary. Anyhoo, Rui Rui is like, honey, why are you fretting, it’s only been half a day, chin up! If he is already like this, how will go on from now. If he is so sullen, why not bring her back. LOL, Er Ye changes face, glowering at his bae slightly and tells him no way! Make up your mind Er Ye! LOL, did Rui Rui call him insane? Pot meet kettle. He asks why did he send her so far away, if anything happens he can’t reach that place making him more helpless. He could have left her with Rui Rui, he would have protected her. I kinda agree with Rui Rui on this; if it wasn’t for him, she would have been harmed for sure. LOL, he stuffs the bun in his mouth while Er Ye glowers. They hear honking and Er Ye sees Lao Han. He asks where Lao Ge is and the old man tells him that Er Nainai has him doing other things. RIIIIIIGHT. He tells him that he brought someone and it’s a pretty young woman who turns out to be his mother’s apprentice.

The troupe is crowding the front door of the house until their leader comes. LOL, he tries to eavesdrop while the woman tells CFT that her Shifu never mentions she had a family. He asks what is her name and she mentions it is the same as his mother’s. She explains after her teacher retired, she passed on the name to her. Er Ye asks if she is no longer singing and Chun Xuan explains she only sings selected highlights, but does not have the strength for an entire opera. That seems to sadden Er Ye. He asks how his mother is doing and the woman replies that she is doing well, has a few apprentices and goes around to perform. She is rejected by the bigger troupes because they think she is too old. Sigh, that shit still is happening to this day. Old actresses relegated to play mothers or grandmas, nothing else. The woman informs him that she doesn’t mind it and just sets up a stage in small towns because they sing stories about the countryside and farmers, so they are still popular. Er Ye informs the woman that his mother’s letter was accidentally destroyed and was hoping she could tell him the content of the letter. She responds that his mother had recorded an album and wrote to friends and family to ask if they wanted a copy as a memento. She adds it is okay if the letter is destroyed since she came in person to deliver the message and ask if he wants a copy. Eager Er Ye responds yes, it will be his honor. Er Ye is so nervous as the woman hands him his mother’s album. AWWWWWWW, what a great moment. Sigh, this show. He sends her off and offers his help if she needed to, but she turns him down stating since he is not an actor, what much can he do. Then he offers to recommend her to a good troupe, but once again, she turns it down, stating that her shifu had to told her performing was to make ourselves happy. She’s the independent woman type, like my Queen Gu Dali! Rui Rui comes and nods at her, as if it is an actor secret signal. He asks if this was Er Ye’s mom apprentice. Er Ye mutters a hmmm, which is basically a yes, and Rui Rui comments the woman is neither submissive or assertive, making her fearless. He adds that it meant his mother must have been a good performer. Awww, Er Ye is smiling, although there’s a hint of sadness in his eyes.

They listen to the record. Thank you cameraman and director for the camera shots on our leads. Wait, the song mentions a Jade Rabbit and my mind goes to the novel, where rabbit basically refers to gay men. HMMMMMMMMMM. Also, the focus on Er Ye’s ring....hmmm, maybe I am reading too much into it. Anyhoo, while our two lovers are listening to the album, we actually find out what happened to Er Ye’s mother, and it is a sad tale. She was actually dying and told her apprentice that she had been loved and hated, becoming a famous actress loved by many, and even becoming a rich man’s wife, raising a son. Damn, no wonder she felt the way she did, like a caged bird. I always wondered how famous actresses who marry a rich man in Asian countries feel when their in-laws actually denigrate their career? Like, you are basically giving up the thrill of adulation to be forced into a role you did not plan to perform. She also mentioned that she took on many apprentices, and has no regrets, however, as a mother, she feels guilty. She asks her apprentice to take on her name after she passed and to look for CFT to ask him if he still remembers his mother; if he does, to give him her album as a memento. She also ask her to lie, telling him that she is living well and happily, still performing. WELP. This is too sad. We see Er Ye staring at the picture in his pocket watch, seemingly content, unaware of the truth.

Meanwhile, annoying maid and her annoying voice asks Er Nainai why she doesn’t try to find a way to get CFT back, after she hears her mistress sigh heavily. No, leave Er Ye where he is, instead of having to incessantly be nagged or having to listen to her saying she is not up to his level because she’s from the country. Ugh, I can’t listen to that annoying chick. Still at the mansion, the phone ring and Lao Han answers. Apparently, there is trouble in the Shanghai Cotton Factory. Wait, when did they have this factory? I know in the novel, this was useless Fan Lian’s business, but I don’t know, it would have been nice to have mentioned this a bit earlier. Anyhoo. We see Fan Lian and his sister discussing the situation. Apparently a mechanical explosion occurred, which injured the staff, and of course, useless Fan Lian has no idea what to do. Geezus xrist, why would they allow this idiot to run a freaking business???? Er Nainai asks what he plans to do next after he takes the staff to the hospital. What about repairing the machine, how is he going to console the staff and how to deal with the bad press. Useless Fan Lian reacts the exact way you would expect; he says these things were always been handled by CFT. Ohhh, is that how they are going to get him back. Sigh. Wait, Fan Lian, shouldn’t you be embarrassed to admit that you are just owner by title only? Geezus xrist, send that boy to the fortress to keep the Japanese away! He suggests they give them more money as settlement. Bish, what? Er Nainai is like, why are you so useless, even millions won’t be enough to be squandered by you. Then, why did you give me the factory in the first place? The only thing he is good at is running his mouth as theater manager. She reminds him that most of the employees have been acquainted to the family for generations, as tenant farmers, even watching him grow up in their hometown. If they don’t take care of them properly, this could bite them back. GAAAH, why are you so useless!!!! She hits him wondering why the family even bothered to send him abroad. I wonder as well. The fuck was he doing there all this time? Wait, didn’t he study engineering? How the hell did he graduate? Engineering is not easy. Gahhh, he blames his teachers for not teaching him about managing a company. YOOOOOOOO, I cannot with this boy. He asks his sister to teach him how to do it. She tells him he should have found an expert to examine the machines and inform the workers that it was an accident so they can be at ease. Seriously, if he did truly study engineering, which I am starting to doubt, shouldn’t this be something he would have thought of right at the beginning? Let’s move on before my brain becomes like his. She continues by saying he should have gone to comfort the injured and tell them they will pay for their medical expenses. Hmmm...isn’t what he said earlier? Probably Er Nainai was so tired of his shit that she didn not hear him. She tells him he should have gone to the newspapers and authorities to explain the situation. He suddenly remembers he knows an engineer who could help, apparently he is the same one who helped them get the oven for the house. Really, you now remember? That magical engineer is apparently quite skilled in foreign language and can communicate with the foreigners. She asks if that magical engineer would agree; useless sperm donor says I can talk to him. She yells at him to go now and he is like, really, now? BISSSSSHHHHH. The fact they have the same mother baffles me. How is it she is quick on her feet when it comes to business (nothing else though) when he is so useless.

FINALLY, we are back to ChengShang. Oh my God, if I had to listen to useless sperm donor say stupid shit, I would have dropped my IQ. Our cutie pie model, Rui Rui is doing his thing for the soap factory. AWWWW he looks good in a white suit, but LOL, as the photographer says, he looks stiff af. LOL, so old fashioned. The man tells him to act like he is on stage, but Rui Rui is like, yo, there are no cameras when I perform, you want me to stand and look at the camera, what do you expect?! Er Ye is smirking at his cutie pie Rui Rui being nervous. The photographer asks to try another pose and try to feel it. LOL, poor Rui Rui he is really trying. Hubby chuckles at the scene while the photographer is frustrated. Hubby walks up to his wifey and asks who is taking revenge against. LOL. He is holding the soap like a brick ready to throw it at someone. Er Ye tells him to relax his arm, gripping it lightly, not like a gun. That is one hurdle he manages to clear. Now, he asks about the finger that is supposed to point at the soap. He tells him to straighten it. Then he straightens his chin and relax his brow, while giving him (it says us, but I changed it because I can, ok) a smile. Btw, the level of skinship is awesome. Er Ye demonstrates and you can tell he is used to do it.

The photographer is happy at the demonstration asking Rui Rui to follow Er Ye’s instruction. Brooo, you fucked it up. Rui Rui is back to being grumpy since photographer broke the gaze he had lasered on Er Ye (hmmm, the roles are getting reversed), asking him to ask Er Ye to take his place instead. The photographer is like, Er Ye is far too pricey for us, we can’t afford him. He adds that he has watched Rui Rui’s performances and saw that he has great posture, clearly the nerves are getting the better of him. Rui Rui gets riled up telling him to stop flattering him and the camera flash is what making him nervous. Er Ye asks if they have a gramophone. They bring it out and he plays a record of Ning Jiulang and Hou Yukui duet. That makes Rui Rui finally relax to take the pictures. Er Ye tells Rui Rui to also record an album; Rui Rui reveals he had record two albums but his voice sounded horrible, having lost its brightness in the recording. Sigh, I know the feeling. I am never happy with my mixes after listening it back. Not the same as playing live, trust. Er Ye replies that when the technology improves, the recording will sound much better, doing justice to his voice. Rui Rui looks so eleganza as he poses.

The photographer announces the session is over, however, he still has photographic plates left, so why not take some slice-of-life pictures. LOL, I love how the show just sets up these moments. Rui Rui says he has to wear his own clothes, as he feel uncomfortable in that suit. LOL, Rui Rui, you are eating too many midnight snacks. He suggests that Er Ye joins him. OHHH, he doesn’t want to stand alone looking like an idiot. REEEEEEEAAAALLY. Rui Rui you are not fooling anyone, bro! Er Ye is like no, I am no celebrity or a famous actor, and don’t shoot commercials, why should he mess around. Rui Rui looks very disappointed at the rejection. NOO ER YE, don’t do this! Wingman photographer is like, nah, it’s alright Er Ye, I will make you two look good, so go on, have a picture with Boss Shang as a memento. Well, that seems to be the keyword as Er Ye seems to change his stance. Geez, it didn’t take much. Rui Rui is staring at his bae with those come hither eyes, yet his face is saying, bish you better say yes. Er Ye is like fine, I will do it with my bae so we can have sweet memories of knowing each other. He tells Rui Rui to go change. WAIT, it is not that kind of photoshoot Er Ye! Baby Rui Rui is so happy, walking like a penguin to the dressing room. Yoooo, if this isn’t a wedding picture setup, I don’t know what is!!! Er Ye is sitting down looking like the fine husband, while Rui Rui stands next to him like the wifey. However, Rui Rui grimaces because Er Ye told him the begonia trees behind the scene are fake

As I guessed it, useless Fan Lian comes fetching his BIL to help him out of this current bind. CFT pushes him away informing him he already knows of the situation. Useless socialite lets everyone know how useless he is by admitting he sucks at taking care of things. If I had dared say something like this outloud, my parents would whoop my ass. CFT is not too please to see this useless POS begging for his helping. Fan Lian is like, bro, since you managed it before, who else am I going to seek to help me out. I am too useless to do it myself. CFT is like, your sister kicked me out, why the hell should I helped save the Fan family. Remember, she thinks I am so useless playboy like you! LOL, Huang Xiaoming facial expression as he looks at Merxat showing CFT’s annoyance. Such a good actor. Wifey comes to Fan Lian and lets him that his hubby is just playing, he’s been bored for the past few days, wishing Fan Lian would find him something to do. Well, with useless Fan Lian it was just a matter of time. We hear CFT yell at Fan Lian to get his useless ass in here while Rui Rui says see, I told you so.

Rui Rui is helping out the troupe with their exercises when our dashing businessman looking so delicious that even useless Fan Lian compliments him for looking that foiiiine. Of course that draws wifey’s attention (and Shi Jiu’s. Woman, stay away!). Er Ye hands his luggage as Fan Lian informs him that he has already bought the tickets. Er Ye stops to look at his wifey with lingering gaze as if to tell him to wait for him as he leaves for his business trip. For those still believing this show is not thick on the bl, y’all need glasses. Rui Rui smiles in return, which gets a smile in return from Er Ye. I am ignoring the camera panning on Shi Jiu because I don’t see the point and I don’t want it to ruin the moment. We then see the rest of the troupe looking at their boss’ hubby leave. LOL wifey is like, stop looking at my hubby sexy ass back! Don’t you all have shit to do!? Rui Rui looking super duper cute says he should have been like that earlier. OH I AGREE CUTIE PIE PENGUIN.

Er Nainai is still doing the books when her girlfriend Meixin comes in with some Cloud Ear and Lotus Seed soup. Meixin is looking sexy af with that white attire and lets face it, these two make a better couple than with their respective others. Meixin discuss the fact that Fan Xiang’er has been working late for several nights and that her beautiful face has suffered with dark eye circles. Er Nainai replies no one cares how she looks, so what’s the point. Meixin is like, what about me? Seriously, are they flirting? LOL, actually she says that when her brother comes back, wouldn’t he be hurt at her current state. Er Nainai replies that he wouldn’t and I can’t help agree. She adds they’ve been married for many years, seemingly in love and harmonious, but they are just playing marital roles, being more like business partners. He manages the account while she manages the business, and work together to manage the Cheng family. Because he’s a good man, he treats her well, but not because he loves her. Meixin is like who says he doesn’t love you. GURL, I know you mean well for your girlfriend, but lbr here, your brother was forced to marry someone, yeah, they may have grown to care for each other, but the kind of love between to people who marry because they wanted to is just not there. Judging from her answer that all men are the same, I have a feeling Meixin has no understanding of what love is. Er Nainai is like CFT is unlike any ordinary man, he doesn’t act like a businessman, spending money, being naive (QUE????), wasting time on things that make him no profit or fame, like his investment in Shuiyinlou. Are we talking about the same man??? Dafuq? She admires his dedication to the opera troupe despite making him no money (yeah, I doubt that as well). Meixin thinks his devotion to the opera troupe is because he has inherited his mother’s passion. Yeah, doubt that as well. Do they even know who CFT is? Er Nainai interrupts and inform Meixin that after reviewing the ledger, she realizes that he is far more competent that she gave him credit for. Seriously, woman, if you spent as much time actually paying attention to what your husband does instead of worrying about not being up to his level, maybe you would have noticed that. She admits he is successful not because of his backing coming from the Fan family nor Commander Cao, but due to his own abilities. Meixin is like, well if you hadn’t run your mouth, he wouldn’t have run away to his true love. Nah, I have feeling they would have still ended up that way.

Er Ye is in Shanghai, at his old house. Seriously a stunning mansion guys. It looks like he got some new servants. Upon returning to his old house, old memories resurface, including when their family was in dire situation, his mother leaving. Guys, I want this house, it is gorgeous. He enters his father’s bedroom and sees a picture of his family, which he touches as if he wants to feel them with his fingertips.

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