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december

Tyson usually dreads January. It’s a long, cold, and dark month. The grind of the season feels like it’s at its…grindiest. The game days and travel days start to run into each other and turn into one exhausting, never-ending blur. Someone’s always getting sick, or injured,

He’s perfectly happy to throw himself back into hockey when the new year finally rolls around after so many weeks without it, but he hates how quiet his apartment is without Kacey hanging around, being annoying. He leaves his Christmas decorations up, anything to make his apartment feel lived-in.

Tyson lasts until the team gets back from Chicago on the fifth before he calls Madison again. She doesn’t answer. Tyson stares at his phone after it goes through to voicemail, bewildered. That is, until Madison texts him back and reminds him that she has a “normal job with normal hours.” Right.

Madison calls Tyson back on her way home from work. His groggy, mumbled “‘ello?” makes Madison smile when he answers, voice tinny over her car’s speakers.

“Did I wake you?” she teases.

Tyson scoffs, but says, “...yeah. Sorry for calling you earlier,” he adds. “I’d just gotten home and wasn’t thinking.” “You can’t just call at 10:30 in the morning on a Wednesday, Tyson,” she admonishes.

“I know, I’m sorry, I was just—” missing you. Tyson dismisses that thought. Too earnest. “I was just bored,” he finishes. Not much better, actually.

Madison’s quiet for a while, focused on driving. She realizes she should figure out where she’s actually headed. “Were you calling for any particular reason earlier?” she asks. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me.”

“I could never forget you,” Tyson says quickly. “I just wanted to see you,” he admits after another moment.

Madison turns on her blinker at a red light. She should be turning left, towards her apartment. She turns right, towards Tyson’s place. “Did you want me to come over,” she asks, wanting to hear Tyson say it.

“I mean, obviously, yeah. I can make us dinner.”

Madison laughs. “Oh, sure, you’re gonna make me some toaster waffles, huh?” She had seen the Instagram stories. “You really know how to woo a girl, Tys.”

She can practically feel Tyson’s playful outrage on the other end of the phone. He sputters for a minute before saying, “Okay, I can order us dinner.”

Madison’s almost to Tyson’s apartment building. She hates that she already knows how to get there so easily. “Are you going to get your ass out of bed and meet me downstairs?” There’s the sound of something hitting the floor, like Tyson actually rolled out of bed.

“I’ll be right there!” Tyson says, before hanging up. The radio cuts back in, music playing softly to fill in the abrupt silence of the call ending. Madison parks and turns her car off, sitting in silence for a minute. She wonders just what the hell she’s doing, what she’s getting herself into.

Tyson sprawls onto his couch and pulls Madison into his lap almost immediately after they’re both through the door. Madison rolls her eyes, but she goes willingly. Tyson’s perfectly content to just make out for a while, all sense of urgency gone as soon as he gets his hands on Madison. He’s not sure how long they’re there before he realizes something and pulls away.

“Have you ever been to an Avs game?” he asks.

“What?” Madison lost her shirt at some point, and Tyson’s thumb has been fiddling with one of her bra straps for the last several moments. She’s admittedly a little distracted. She processes what Tyson said. “Tyson, are you seriously thinking about hockey right now?” She tries to roll off his lap, but he digs his hands into her thighs and refuses to let her move.

“I’m always thinking about hockey, a little bit,” he defends. Madison rolls her eyes at him again. What Tyson had really been thinking about was introducing Madison to JT, then he’d remembered that she said she didn’t watch much hockey, and somehow that’s what had come out of his mouth. Madison still looks a little bit like she wants to smack him. “I told my best friend about you,” is what he ends up saying next. “He’s actually the one who pointed you out to me at the bar that night, and he wants to meet you for real.” JT had actually said that, in between chirps about Tyson’s hooking up habits. Some of the other guys had picked it up, too, but Tyson wasn’t ready to subject Madison to them yet. Except maybe, like, Cale. And maybe after a game at the arena wasn’t the best place to introduce Madison to his friends, but Tyson could get tickets for Madison and a friend, ask Mel to introduce herself or something, and then meet Madison after with JT.

Tyson realizes Madison hasn’t answered him. She’s still in his lap, but she’s tense. Tyson squeezes her thighs again.

“You don’t have to, obviously,” he says softly. “I dunno, I just thought you might want to meet the guys.”

Madison relaxes a little. “You really want that?” she asks.

Tyson can’t help but grin at her. He kisses her again, slowly. “I do.”

Later, when they’re sitting at Tyson’s little table eating dinner—that Tyson did actually cook, thank you very much—Madison knocks her ankle into Tyson’s. Tyson swallows his mouthful of food and traps her foot in between both of his. Madison had gotten re-dressed in one of Tyson’s sweatshirts, and Tyson’s doing his best to feel normal about it.

“So, did you have a day in mind for me to come to a game, or had you not thought that far ahead?” Madison asks.

Tyson tries to run through their upcoming schedule in his head. “Uh?” They’re home for a lot of January. “Next Friday, maybe? The…14th?” He can’t remember who they’re playing, but that’s not really important. Tyson squints over at the printout of their schedule he keeps on his fridge. “We wouldn’t be able to hang around because we fly out that night, I think.”

Madison looks faintly overwhelmed suddenly. It might be for the best that the guys will only be able to say hi briefly, actually. “Sure? Whatever you want, Tyson.”

“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Tyson reminds her. He feels a bit as if he’s thrown her off the deep end, even though she’s the one who pushed Tyson to tell JT in the first place.

Madison shakes her head. “No, it’s okay, I just didn’t really expect it.”

Tyson pulls a face. “Maybe I’m tired of keeping you a secret.” He doesn’t know what he was trying so hard to protect, now.

Madison stares at him for a long moment, face unreadable. Tyson stares back. Finally, Madison drops her fork with a clatter and leans across the table to kiss Tyson. The fierceness of the kiss surprises him, Madison’s lips hard against his, her hand sliding around the back of his neck. Tyson cups her cheek and tries to soften the kiss, but Madison pulls away just as quickly as she’d kissed him.

Tyson blinks at her, bemused. He’s not sure what just happened. It feels significant somehow, something unspoken changing between them. Tyson turns back to his dinner.

Madison sees Tyson a few more times over the next week and a half before the game. Tyson acts the same, but Madison feels like she’s on edge, counting down the hours until Friday. Tyson doesn’t seem to notice.

“What the hell am I supposed to wear to a hockey game?” Madison complains over the phone to her older sister, Emma, who she’d asked to come with her on Friday. Emma just laughs at her. Madison’s seen what WAGs wear to games—cute outfits with leather pants and heels. Madison doesn’t own that type of shit, and she’s not really a WAG, besides. She doesn’t own a jersey, either, and it would probably be weird to wear a jersey that’s not Tyson’s anyway. Madison’s pixie pants from Old Navy and sensible work shoes aren’t going to cut it.

“What were you wearing when you met Tyson?” Emma asks, as if she doesn’t know they met in a bar.

Madison snorts. “Nothing that’s appropriate for a hockey game.” Madison regards the handful of sweaters she’s pulled from her closet. One of them is close enough to Avalanche burgundy, maybe. Somewhere in her dirty laundry is one of Tyson’s sweatshirts. Madison’s not bold enough to wear it.

Game day is overwhelming, to say the least. Tyson had gotten them good seats, but Madison’s not used to being around so many people, and it’s noisy all around her. It’s easier to follow the pace of the game in person than on TV, she learns, and her eyes follow Tyson whenever he’s on the ice.

Tyson scores a goal late in the first period, and Madison’s probably the one who cheers the loudest for him.

Madison waits outside the arena for Tyson after the game. Her sister’s waiting in the car, telling Madison it was too cold to stand around. She watches some of the other players make their way past her and onto a waiting bus. It’s cold, and she hates Tyson briefly. It’s only another few minutes until Tyson appears, closely followed by someone. They’re arguing, but Tyson breaks off as soon as he sees Madison waiting for him.

Tyson forgets himself for a moment. He runs over to Madison and wraps his arms around her waist, picking her up and spinning her once. Madison laughs at him. He ignores JT snickering behind him in favor of leaning down and kissing Madison quickly.

Madison’s blushing when he pulls away, but it might just be from the cold.

“Nice goal tonight, babe,” Madison tells him. Tyson just shrugs.

Behind them, JT clears his throat. Tyson kinda forgot about that part. He drapes an arm around JT’s shoulders and drags him closer. “This asshole is JT,” he tells Madison. “He’s one of my best friends.” To JT, he says, “This is Madison, be nice.”

JT scoffs. “I’m always nice.” He grins at Madison. “I’m also the reason Tyson went up to you at the bar, so I guess you could thank me for whatever’s going on here.” Tyson smacks him.

“You can get on the bus now, actually,” Tyson says. JT’s laughing again as Tyson tries to elbow him out of the way. Madison’s smiling, too, though, amused by their antics.

JT does leave, then, and Madison and Tyson are alone. Or, as alone as you can be with half of Tyson’s teammates watching them through the bus windows. Tyson steps closer to Madison.

“Thanks for tonight,” she says. Tyson barely did anything, but he’s not going to say that now. Tyson should really get on the bus, but he can’t tear himself away. Madison’s hand finds his, tangling their fingers together and squeezing once before letting go again. “Text me when you get to the hotel, yeah?”

Tyson has to kiss her again. “I will, I promise.” He really needs to go. One last kiss, pressed to Madison’s cheek this time, then Tyson forces himself to step away.

Madison’s gone when he turns around as he steps on the bus. Tyson shakes himself and goes to find JT, flopping into the seat left open for him.

“You’re in deep, bud,” JT says. Tyson glares at him.

“God, I know.”

february

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tamaki-kisses · 3 years

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notes: nervous virgin! tamaki , accidental boner , established relationship, embarrassment , blow job , fem! reader has tits & pussy

“tamaki?”

your voice comes out casual and unceremonious, a significant contrast to how the flutters dancing and flickering in your chest are making you feel. they’re accompanied by the heavy pounding of your heart. it’s impossible to disregard tamaki’s pulsating hardness pressing up against you, it’s what put the idea into your head, after all.

“hm?”

he’s securely clutching you from behind, like a koala bear hanging from a branch. his unsteady breath faintly tickles the back of your neck and the fine hairs coating it. you shiver involuntarily, agonizing over how you’re going to possibly word this. he’s obviously not going to bring attention to his little ‘issue’ and your own tingling heat between your legs makes it difficult to ignore. if anyone’s going to address it… it’s you.

you’re apprehensive and contemplating against his stiff radiating warmth before finally forcing the proposition out into the shared air between you both.

“you know, if you want…” the fluttering takes steep whoosh into your stomach. tamaki’s slender fingers continue to tap on your midsection with a false sense of composure. “i could give you a blowjob.”

a panicked gasp reaches your ear immediately and you’re not at all surprised when the hotness of his erection is pulled away from you. that inital reaction gets a wince out of you as you sit up on your side just in time to see tamaki scramble across your bed to lean against the wall. he soon covers his lap with a spare blanket and refuses to even glance in your direction. his long ears droop, a cherry redness reaching the tips.

“you don’t have to do that… i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean for that to happen… it’s just sometimes- i don’t know… having you so close to me is a lot- oh no, i sound like a pervert, i swear i’m not a pervert…”

his frantic rambling eventually trails off on its own and you give a chance to somewhat recover before responding. “it’s okay. really, i swear. it’s fine, i don’t think you’re a pervert. and i actually want to, you know, suck you off…”

that last part makes your face flush, your cheeks igniting fiercely, but you manage to keep your relaxed demeanor up for his sake.

“you want to.” tamaki repeats, slowly. his dark eyes dart back and forth like he’s watching an intense tennis match before his stare finally lands back on the bed. you can almost see the gears turning in his head. “i just don’t want to take advantage of you…”

the whisper honestly breaks your heart, a bit of sadness creeping in knowing that he worries about that. shaking your head gently, you crawl over to him and rub your thumb over his edged jawline. he jolts under your touch and continues to shift restlessly. you bring your other hand to his warm cheek. a deep sigh, maybe relief, leaves him, but his pretty eyes still refuse to meet yours.

“tamaki. look at me.” you smile lovingly, realizing that you could truly watch him for a lifetime. it’s like gazing at the night sky when he finally does look at you and gives you a view of his eyes up close. “i want to. i promise.”

a peaceful quiet falls over the two of you before he gently moves your hands away and leaves an affectionate kiss on your temple. your skin jumps at the captivating sensation of his tufts of hair brushing against you. “o-okay.”

you’re surprised as you watch him gradually remove the blanket that was once obscuring his crotch. he looks adorably shy, pink face scrunching up in a sulk when you can’t help but stare down at the large bulge straining against the thin fabric of his sweatpants. your clit pulses with excitement, but you shake yourself out of it and try to figure out how this is going to work.

“come over here,”

you laugh softly and slide down to the floor before patting the edge of the bed. tamaki awkwardly scooches across the comforter until he’s perched on the spot you directed. now that he’s close enough, you lift his shirt teasingly and trace your fingers over his firm stomach muscles with one hand and pinch under his knee with the other. he jostles from the purposeful tickling and says your name in the midst of a protesting chuckle. that’s something you’re confident with, but you take the leap and fiddle with the waistband of his pants.

tamaki gulps audibly and nods at you to continue, slightly lifting himself up. you’re able to pull them off swiftly, but your nerves only increase at the sight of his boxers. they’re the only barrier between you and his hard on and it’s a daunting thought. you leave a playful kiss on the softer part of his stomach, but know there’s really no use in stalling this any longer.

you finish stripping his lower half.

from above you, tamaki lets a low mewling whimper go and your already wobbly breath catches in your throat.

he’s big.

sure, you had expected that much from the clothed peeks you’d already gotten, but actually having his cock a few inches away from your face is a totally different story. you can’t tear your accidental stare away; he’s definitely not lacking in any aspects and there’s a single prominent vein running down the side. the head is brightly roseate and already leaking a generous amount of precum.

he doesn’t take your shameless gawking very well, whining your name again as he hides his pouting face in his palms. “d-don’t look at it like that…”

you giggle at how endearing that display is, a nice contrast to his admittedly intimidating cock. it’s when you lean up to leave a feathery kiss on his cheek that an idea to make him feel a little better pops into your head.

tamaki’s still hiding behind his hand as you easily shrug off your oversized pajama shirt and toss it aside. your breasts hang from your chest freely out in the open, nipples perky and interested. you try not to think too much about it as you crane upwards again to attack his ears this time.

he emits a stuttering gasp when your tongue begins to trace the pointed shell of one. you travel down and suckle at the lobe for a moment before whispering his name.

the results are as expected.

his hand falls away and his mouth goes almost slack, when he sees you, hungry eyes going over every inch of your halfway undressed figure. a single restrained squeak, something that makes your insides squeeze with adoration, leaves him.

“oh my god…” tamaki starts to squirm involuntarily, nearly reaching for his exposed cock before catching himself.

you grin sheepishly and almost ask him if he wants to touch them, but decide you don’t want him passed out on your bedroom floor. it’s a real shame though. you can feel your panties grow more damp at just the thought of him nervously toying with your tits with those pretty hands of his.

with anticipation reaching an almost painful boiling point, you move forward to take him in your hand. it’s clear you might’ve done so with too much vigor, or maybe just enough, when tamaki’s hips twist sharply and a loud treble moan makes itself known.

“ahhh-“ his eyes squeeze shut and a hand slaps over his mouth, muffling the light airy moans that soon follow the first.

you continue, head spinning as you have his hard cock in your grasp, and lean in to lick at the head. it’s an incredibly foreign taste and salty to a horrible degree, but you happily lap your tongue over his entire length. tamaki responds with more barely controlled thrusts and wispy groans.

jt’s aggressively overwhelming when you first slip your lips over his cock. the thick heat of it chokes you as you try to get used to the fullness. your jaw is quick to ache after just a few moments of opening your mouth as wide as possible in an attempt not to add teeth to the equation.

you’re not going to be able to fit all of him, but your hand, the one still at the base brushing up against his inky hair, isn’t out of the picture. tamaki keens so sweetly when you start to jerk him off in addition to slurping and sucking his soaking cock.

you’ve only just established some kind of rhythm when his hip movements become more erratic and gasps become shakier.

“m, close-” tamaki sputters out from between his fingers to your surprise. already? you take it as a sort of compliment and trek on.

the noise that’s created from you practically inhaling the tip of his cock makes your head spin with electrifying excitement. your bare thighs stick together with both sweat and slick and you allow your free hand to sneak over and grope at your clothed pussy.

you feel tamaki tense, another squeak pulled from the depths of his throat. “-move!”

even though the idea of swallowing entices you, his warning doesn’t go ignored and you slip off him with a resounding pop.

at just the right moment.

you look up to see tamaki reach his climax and are instead caught off guard as spurts of thick cum splash onto your flushed cheeks. a gasp leaves you while some of it splatters onto your bare chest. you still manage to catch him riding out the last of his orgasm; eyes pinched shut, pointed ears twitching along with his cock, and hand still acting as barrier against all of his lovely groans and cries.

in the second before tamaki gathers himself and inevitably panics at the sight of you, you’re still wishing you would’ve swallowed…

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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2022.04.02 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324753885637247075

Ning-ge hasn’t got anything better to do...

LYN: Hallo everybody, good evening. I’m Modern Brothers Liu Yuning. I really haven’t got anything better to do.. Other than stream, all I do is... stream. XD

Comment: You even dressed up. Is it for the trending topic? LYN: It’s not. How anxious for it do you think I am??

LYN: We’re trying to go for an early class and a late class thing. I did the early class already (4/1) and now we’re working on the later class.

Comment: How do I get this big strawberry to go away? LYN: Don’t you think it brightens the mood? Why do you want to get rid of it? Why don’t you just get rid of me??

LYN: I saw a comment this afternoon that I thought was really nice. The person said that they’re really bored in quarantine and they knew I was going to stream so at least it felt like they had a friend somewhere out here to accompany them. All of a sudden I felt like my stream had been upgraded. It’s so meaningful that it’s able to give you a sense of accompaniment. In that case... let me stream a while. LYN: There was someone asking this afternoon, if I would be streaming tonight. I even replied to them and asked them if they thought I didn’t have anything better to do than to stream for you all the time. But alas, when night fell... here I am.

Comment: Are you not busy? LYN: Are you worried that I don’t have any work to do? I’m quite busy- there are a lot of things to do. But I just think that nothing is more important than you. LYN: Oh? What’s with the sudden cheesiness?

Comment: Ning-ge, you’re trending. LYN: See? That’s why I have to thank weibo and all of you for tuning in. I haven’t even gotten started yet and I’m already trending. Comment: How long have you been streaming for? LYN: I just started- we’re only five minutes in. You came in at just the right time.

Comment: What a dedicated anchor. LYN: This... makes me feel a little conflicted. They said I was an anchorman... which is not WRONG, but why do I feel a little inferior? Other than streaming on weibo I’m also a singer! I’m a singer, my friends. Don’t forget, ok? LYN: Other than singing, I’m also an actor- should I act out a little scene for you too? Comment: Since you said you’re a singer, why not a song? LYN: That was my intention exactly. LYN: /in a funny voice/ Let’s go! Uh.. what should I sing? Comment: You’re already hoarse. LYN: /still in that voice/ No~ No, I’m not. My voice is normal. It’s not hoarse!

LYN: Let’s sing something... something from a singer I like very much. His name is Liu Yuning. Let’s see what songs he has, that I can sing for everyone. Comment: My favorite singer is HZT. LYN: Yeah, alright. I like him too. Hm... what should I sing... Comment: Beggar. LYN: I haven’t sung that in a long time! Let me see if I have the accompaniment.... because I have to go to JT’s drama to play a beggar... Alright, let’s go.

-- 乞丐

Comment: Keep going! LYN: This person’s already too into the music. They enjoyed that first song too much and want me to just continue with another. First of all- this isn’t a concert. Even if it was! It’s not like you had to buy a ticket!! [..] You didn’t buy a ticket, so what right do you have to make demands? If you had spent some money to come here, and THEN asked for another song, then I wouldn’t be right to refuse. But you didn’t.... let me rest a bit, at least!

Comment: Aren’t you a professional singer though? LYN: I’m not. I’m just a music-lover, not a professional singer. Professionally, I learned how to be a chef. If you were to ask me how to make a dish, I can sit here and walk you through the whole process. But as for singing I can only count as a lover of music, not a professional- because they all have certifications and have gone to school for it. I learned how to cook. LYN: Someone really did make an order! Crispy Sweet and Sour Pork!! Red Braised Pork! LYN: Uhm... /puts on some ~cooking music~/ Let’s talk about how to make crispy sweet and sour pork, my friends. /really explains the whole process - even two methods of seasoning it/ Comment: Honestly, I’ve never had it before. LYN: Next time I’ll make it and invite you to my house. Wait for me. Wait for my call. Comment: Oh, you learned professionally? LYN: With me- I love whatever I do. 干一行，爱一行，一行行行行行. - purposely messes up how to say it; bc ‘行‘ can be read two ways (xing or hang). See more: here.

Comment: Ning-ge, there’s a reflection from your glasses. LYN: That’s the air of mystery I want. I don’t want you to see my eyes- so you can’t figure out what I’m thinking.

- someone asks him about another dish LYN: Look it up online! You really came here to learn how to cook??? Should I change my stream title to “Ning-ge’s Little Kitchen”? I just wanted to prove that I was a professional, not that I really wanted to teach you how to cook...

Comment: Why is your streaming room so dark. LYN: It’s the mood. It’s the late-night mood. If you want it brighter I’ll grab a candle for you. Comment: To make it romantic. LYN: That’s right. Let me find some romantic music. LYN: ~ Honestly, sometimes.. every person is an innocent child. When you can't sleep at night...~ Doesn’t this music fit this type of mood? Music is a very important part of making an environment. Comment: This type of music doesn’t suit your stream. LYN: My stream should be loud and noisy? Because I am a loud person.

Comment: Ning-ge, turn off the mood lights. LYN: I saw that, too. That the lights hurt your eyes. But the streamer in that case had the lights pointed directly at their face- mine are behind me. They’re shining on you. They can’t hurt MY eyes, but they can hurt yours. /laughs/ I’m fine, but YOU be careful. Comment: AHH MY EYES! LYN: Stop messing around. My light, in your screen is only a blue stripe, it can’t hurt you. Unless.. there’s no “blue” in your world? I just said it to scare you, and you’re really playing along. It’s fine as long as it’s not shining in my eyes. Comment: It’s purple. LYN: It is blue, just that my filters are on. I’ve adjusted the color settings, so that the blue might look purple. Over here- is a rose red but right now it looks pink. Comment: Is the blurring filter on max? LYN: :( How can you guys be like this. Why do you think that filter is at max?? /scoffs/ You’re kidding me.. /shows his screen settings/ Look at how high the blur tool is. [t/n: it’s at max.] It’s... oh, it is at 100. /denial/ The max is 1000! I’m only at 100 right now!! Comment: Is the “big eyes” filter on? LYN: No, that one really isn’t on. My eyes are small enough. LYN: ... LYN: Why do I feel like I’ve been cyber-bullied? I came here with good intentions, but you’re all criticizing me. I’m not happy. :(

LYN: Alright! What song do you want to hear? Let me know. Tonight’s for entertainment- I’ll take you out clubbing later.

Comment: I heard you signed into YY’s agency? LYN: You must be new. Welcome. I also welcome everyone else who is watching my stream for the first time today. How many of you are there? Can you type “me” into the comments? I want to see how many. LYN: There are quite many- you’re all typing ”me”. You can stop pretending. I’ve seen some of your IDs so many times already. Thank you for coming to watch my stream- I know a lot of you may have just clicked in through the trending topic. Let me introduce myself. I’m a singer/actor. My name is Liu Yuning. I’m a singer and recently- even if you haven’t watched my dramas- I’m sure you’ve heard of them. Comment: You’re an artist (yisu). LYN: 去你的. You flatter me. I’m not buying it. I’m not an artist. LYN: I only have skills (jisu). I’m not too bad at cooking.

LYN: My O My? I haven’t sung that in a long time. Let me try. It’s a song off my first album. I just saw the track... But I don’t really want to sing it, because this song is a little sad. I want to sing more lively songs and then later in the night I’ll sing the slow songs.

Comment: You didn’t finish talking about the agency. LYN: I talked about this maybe last year? All the tabloid accounts make up stories that are a year late. I already laid it out last year, and they only got around to writing the rumor now. It’s a good agency, and I also really like YY, and if I were to be signed into it it would only be my honor. But the thing is- I am NOT signed with them. I used to have an agency, and it’s been about a year since my contract with them ended. So now I’m my own boss. I saw that the tabloid said I wanted to sign with a few big projects, and that’s why I needed to sign with an agency. But I am my own boss- I have my own studio and it’s quite nice. We have a lot of work already, so I don’t see the need to sign with a bigger agency. LYN: But this rumor came around because I have worked with YY’s agency- Yuetai Entertainment. My first concert, I signed with them and worked with them to accomplish. My second album that I’m working on right now, I also gave to Yuetai to take care of. It’s a partnership, not that I’ve signed under them. I won’t sign with anyone. LYN: A different company came to me recently and wanted to know if I would like to sign with them. My first reaction was of course, not to sign. I’m my own boss now and I have a lot of freedom- I can do what I want to and take the jobs I want. Thankfully I have a pretty good reputation in this circle, and a lot of people are still WILLING to give me work. Sometimes I can go to a wrap party and get a job out of it- do you think I need a company... I don’t need one. Also- I saw the company doesn’t have any work for its own artists, what do they want to sign me for? Some of my friends are part of their company- they’re all at home doing nothing. I don’t want to go and give you MORE pressure. It isn’t worth it. LYN: I’m not likely to sign with any company, but I will work with them. For my music and my concerts, I’ll work with Yuetai. I didn’t sign with them, though I’d like to... well, I wouldn’t. This is hard to say. If I had the chance, it would be my honor. There’s nothing wrong with saying that, right? I can’t let anyone get leverage over me with those words. It’s ok, right? Not problematic?

Comment: Ning-ge, can you make the sound louder? LYN: Can you make your own audio louder instead? Please, I’m begging you. I already need to shout to get you to hear me. Comment: The sound isn’t loud or quiet. LYN: Fine. I’ll speak like this- straight from my mouth. I’ve adjusted the volume of my mic now. When I sing I’ll turn it down.

- someone asks about his hair LYN: It’s been a while since I’ve cut it, since I need it for my drama... Someone asked me when I’m going to be in a crew. They must not follow me very closely- I’m in one right now. I hope to shoot three dramas in one year, so I’m all set. Three dramas, one variety show, and one album.

Comment: When are you going out tomorrow? LYN: I know someone who sells the schedules for all celebs, do you want his contact info? LOL. No- I have to go out pretty early tomorrow. It’s a full day of fight scenes. I’ll definitely stop streaming before 11p too. I need to make sure I get enough sleep or I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up tomorrow. Comment: Why do you have their contact info. LYN: I was making a joke! D: Why would I? To buy my own schedule?? Or to buy someone else’s- I’m going to chase the stars? No. I was just joking. Comment: You can buy other people’s. LYN: Why would I?? I’m a part of this industry, my friends. Just because I’m sitting here streaming with you, don’t forget that I am a part of the entertainment circle. If I wanted to know someone’s schedule I could just ASK. Are you under the misunderstanding that just because I chat here with you that it’s my job? Please don’t forget I’m a singer and an actor. If you’re going to be like that I’ll leave!

LYN: The last stream, didn’t I bring up the Fox Spirit Matchmaker? And then I saw someone say I mentioned it just for clout. If I ever find them I’m gonna give them a flying kick. Let’s talk this out. If I mention this drama in my stream, what good does it bring me? Nothing. LYN: If I really wanted to gain something I’d bring up any artist and then diss them. For example, “Get LYN out here.” “I’m here, what do you want?” “LYN sucks.” If I tell him off a little I guarantee I’ll be the talk of the town. LYN: I stream for my fans. For the ones who’ve been with me for five or more years, since I was still on the streets. For the fans who just got to know me three years ago when I first debuted. And for the fans who got to know me the past 1 or 2 years from the variety shows or dramas. I need to make them feel like chasing this star is a unique experience. Also, I really do just want to talk. Honestly, I don’t really have a lot of friends. Streaming is the only way for me to let off steam. LYN: People who like me or people just stopping by can watch a little. But if you REALLY don’t like me, stop watching. Don’t watch AND be angry about it. It’s like walking down the street and seeing some dog poop. You’re not going to say it stinks but also get a closer look to see HOW much. If you don’t like me, just go around- you don’t have to pay me any attention. LYN: Not to say that I am calling myself dog shit... that was an example. Maybe not the greatest example... Comment: Why did you diss yourself... LYN: Human nature. If you don’t want others to hate on you, you have to hate yourself first. If they can’t diss me any worse than I diss myself then they’re going to give up trying. If you’re bullied at work, just start slapping yourself. From the moment you get off the elevator until you get to your desk. I guarantee no one else is going to bully you again. Because you’re already doing it to yourself. Don’t you think this is logical? They’re probably going to think you’re crazy and if they mess with you again, that you’re going to off them. LYN: Maybe my explanation was a little extreme, so please don’t actually do that. Just diss your self before other people get the chance to. That’s all I’m trying to convey. Comment: You can diss yourself but not hurt yourself... LYN: I was just trying to make an analogy, you don’t have to be so serious!! This is like going out to buy a sweetheart cake (lao po bing - “wife” cake) and complaining that there’s no “wife”. Shredded Pork with Garlic Sauce (yu xiang rou si - fish-fragrant pork slices) doesn’t have fish in it. Comment: Who’s Bi Fang and why do you have to hit them? [t/n: 打个比方 - dǎ gè bǐfāng = make an analogy. 打 = “hit”; it’s a play on words) LYN: /sigh/ This is why you have to subscribe to my weibo. Later I’ll tell you why we have to “hit bifang”. Everyone who comes to watch me gets online classes. Comment: There’s no squirrel (song shu) in Squirrel Fish (shong shu yu). LYN: Oh, are you a cook too?

--- song relay

LYN: Alright. Let’s sing something... Something not mine. How about Xue Zhiqian? I haven’t sung his songs in a long time. - wanted to sing 像風一樣, but there’s no accompaniment.

Comment: Shan Yichun. LYN: She’s a woman! Her songs are all in the female key. I can’t.

- couldn’t find ANY accompaniment for XZQ’s songs, so he tries another singer: Wang Sulong. LYN: WSL! I can. Every time I go to some event they always want me to sing his songs. They probably figure I have a similar tone to his. XD Our voices are both very sweet~ - wanted to sing Sponge Baby, but the track isn’t available either :p LYN: Someone else! Comment: Zhang Bichen. LYN: :x A male singer, please. I can’t sing female singer’s songs. There’s no saying I can sing male singer’s songs either. Comment: HZT. LYN: Ok, let’s see... let me tell you- his songs are all so hard to sing. I can’t sing them- they’re too high. Let’s listen to this one. // Ok, whatever- let me try it.

-- 舍不得 LYN: /gives up halfway/ Actually I wanted to use this song to show you my rap skills.

LYN: Let’s try someone else. This is the best of my personal ability. This song is so difficult. Comment: Li Ronghao. LYN: Ok, I can.

-- 年少有為

Comment: I cried. LYN: You must be using me as an excuse to cry, because I didn’t sing it with THAT much emotion. Just for fun. Comment: What’s there to cry about? LYN: Don’t be like that. Everyone’s experiences are different, their living conditions are different, their emotions are different. Maybe I sang something that was sentimental for them. Or maybe it sounded so bad they cried. Anything’s possible. Don’t go around laughing at others. Don’t laugh when others cry. I’m like this too- if I go to a movie and everyone else is laughing, I’m sitting there thinking, “What’s there to laugh about?” But I won’t say it out loud. Everyone’s different. Comment: You were afraid to get hit, so you didn’t voice it. LYN: That was part of it, too. - advises people to leave comments with good intentions, and not to always attack people

- next singer to try: Mao Buyi LYN: Mao Buyi-laoshi. See? You might be the same age or older than someone else in this industry, but there’s nothing wrong with calling someone “laoshi”. At least I thought that was a safe way of calling people. But there are always people who can nitpick- they thought I was being facetious.

Comment: Lao-da, HZT’s here. LYN: What’re you telling me for?

-- 不染 LYN: Eh? What type of glasses does Mao Buyi usually wear? Black frames, right? Let me switch. - got stuck in the middle of the song and blames it on his microphone

- next singer: Wang Junkai LYN: I don’t know about WJK himself, but how about I sing one from the three of them (TF Boys)? The only song I know is probably 宠爱. I know I might be a little old and not suited for this song, but I still hope you can sing along. LYN: Let’s get ready. Let me wear my sunglasses. So no one can recognize me.

-- 宠爱 LYN: Let me find a “younger” filter to go along with it. This one. Let me pretend to be cute for a sec.

Comment: Cheesy. LYN: My glasses already cover half my face- could you not just IMAGINE that I’m younger? It’s true that I’m over 30. But can’t a guy dream of being more childlike? I don’t care- I’m going to finish the song! - when the song’s over LYN: It’s true. I’m too old for it. You’ll have to excuse me.

Comment: Are you selling glasses? LYN: Yah, you want any? If you don’t want any, then why are you asking??

- next singer to try: Lu Han LYN: I actually do know his songs.

Comment: Ning-ge, why do you know so many people’s songs? For clout? LYN: No- when I go on some shows and see singers I’m really happy. Like Jam Hsiao, DZW, XZQ, etc. I’m so happy when I see them, because- well, I can’t say they’re my idols, but they are singers I like a lot. I used to always listen to their songs, even long before I debuted. Even though now we’re in the same circle and we’re colleagues, I was listening to their music on my way up. I really dislike those people who think too highly of themselves once they make their debut. // Before I debuted I was already someone who liked to sing; who’s song could I sing to? There are only so many. Now I’ve become one of them. :) - side note: tells people off for posting walls of text because it influences other people’s viewing experience

-- 勋章 - it’s too high for him :p LYN: My equipment is so unreliable. It’s normal to experience unexpected technical difficulties- not even just in my stream! It happens during concerts too! Right, my friends? Fam?? (read: back me up here XD) Comment: Change it (your equipment). LYN: Let’s forget about it. I’ve grown attached to this mic.

Comment: Second Hand Rose LYN: You guys go so hard?? I think I’ve only heard one of their songs... I think it’s called 仙儿, but there doesn’t seem to be an accompaniment. It’s probably not available because they’re a band.

Comment: Something from EXO. LYN: I already sang it didn’t I? One from HZT and one from LH.

Comment: Zhai Xiaowen. LYN: I’m sorry- I’ve heard him sing, but I don’t know any of his songs. I know him. We did Our Song together.

Comment: Xu Song. LYN: Let me see what songs he has. I know 有何不可. There’s no original accompaniment- it’s all what other people have arranged. Let’s try. -- 有何不可 LYN: ??? Is this a kazoo performance? LYN: Let’s try a different one of his songs. 灰色头像. No accompaniment for that either. Alright. Let’s try another singer.

LYN: Stop typing in actor’s names. I haven’t heard a lot of SINGER’s songs, why do you think I’ll listen to ACTOR’s?? You might have heard them, but not me. oTL

LYN: Zhou Shen! I saw a lot of people typing his name. He uh.. his singing is more in the female range. If I sing his songs I might... (die?). There’s no need.

- next singer: Zhang Jie LYN: I’m a little afraid to sing his songs because he goes too hard. All of his songs are difficult to sing. Sometimes I don’t dare to sing his songs because I don’t think I CAN. They’re high and you have to have power. His songs are likely to make you pass (away). LYN: I’ll try it.

-- 天下 - moment of silence for ning-ge’s vocal chords XD LYN: Give me another chance. // I’m a man. I’ve got to power through this. - can’t power through it LYN: I think men also need to have a weaker side. They can’t pretend to be too strong. Otherwise they won’t be self-aware. LYN: Who requested Zhang Jie-laoshi’s songs. Get out here! There are two singers whose songs I will never sing in my stream again. The first one is Wu Qingfeng and the second is Zhang Jie. Not because their songs are bad, but because I’m not good enough.

-- bathroom break -- (neighbors are fighting) Comment: Who won? LYN: No- I just found out. They’re actors and were practicing their lines. Comment: Who? LYN: What’s it to you??

LYN: Alright- do you have any favorite singers? Type their names into the chat.

LYN: People are still typing Zhou Shen’s name. Even though we are friends, I really can’t sing his songs. Some people might now know, but in musical terms I’m considered in the male mid-range. Zhou Shen is already the male high-high-high range. We’re not in the same range, so I really can’t sing his songs. Comment: Can you sing the female mid-range? LYN: The female mid-range is already very high for men.

Comment: Jay Chou. LYN: I know a lot of his songs! I may not be able to sing them all the way through, but I’ve heard almost all his songs before. LYN: Black Sweater? How about I sing you a “White Sweatpants”? Do you want to hear it? It pairs nicely with “Black Sweater” too, we can listen to them together. -- 黑色毛衣 LYN: Alright, up to here is enough. Comment: I want to hear 算什麼男人 (What Kind of Man ). LYN: Why? Is it a gift for your ex-boyfriend? LYN: I dedicate this song to all of our female friends’ ex-boyfriends. -- 算什麼男人 LYN: Alright. That’s about enough of that.

LYN: Let’s chat a bit now. Stop requesting songs now, I can’t sing anymore. I have a new day of filming ahead of me tomorrow. I have to wake up for makeup at 6a- so around 5:30a. Let me preserve some energy. I’ll chat with you.

----- chat [ skimmed ]

Comment: Let’s talk about motorcycles. LYN: I don’t know how to ride them. I had like.. a moped before, though. Comment: Didn’t that doctor you played ride a motorcycle? LYN: The stunt double rode it for me. He rode it over and parked it, and THEN I got on and off for the shot. I can’t ride. LYN: It’s normal isn’t it- I mean, look at the Hollywood actors, aren’t they all using stunt doubles for these things? You think all those artists are so good at driving?? Comment: Those are race-cars tho.

Comment: Ning-ge, you’re exceptionally handsome today. LYN: What, I’m perversely handsome? What does that mean- that normally I’m ugly?

Comment: What’s the bracelet? LYN: It’s nothing. These are just uh... it’s a bracelet. Very cheap. I uh.. I saw someone else wearing it and I thought it was nice. It’s for warding off evil- because I feel like I’ve been needing to ward off evil lately. >.> Comment: What’s it for? LYN: You might not know Hengdian, though it could be because I’m a little more cowardly. Sometimes when we film it’s in a really old style neighborhood, and we wrap for the say at 2 or 3 in the morning. There are no lights, and then when the car lights turn on, all they reflect on is red cloth. It’s so scary. At least, I’m scared- so it’s a way for me to alleviate my fear. I don’t know what I’m scared of, I just am. I’ll just need a set of red sweater and sweatpants and I’m all set.

Comment: Ning-ge, those little figures behind you moved. LYN: You mean these guys? Great. I’ve been waiting for the day they move. I love them so much.

LYN: I went to record for Detective Plan and I even asked them- are there are particularly scary elements to the show? They asked me if I was scared of ghosts, or what. Like- zombies, devils, witches- things like that I’m not afraid of, but I’m kind of afraid of our Eastern ghosts. Those things mentioned in movies when we were young I’m afraid of, but not vampires. They’re so cool! I remember I was watching Vampire Diaries (?) and I thought, “Wow, so handsome!” LYN: That’s why I don’t play those escape rooms where there are horror elements. Zombies are fine, but embroidered shoes I’m out.

- can’t talk about his next drama yet because the contract is still in the works - also afraid the leak info about his next project bc 9/10 something WILL go wrong

LYN: My friends are always so worried that I won’t have any work to do. If I stream and my mood is a little low, they’ll start thinking all sorts of wild thoughts. And If I’m happy during my stream they’ll start to extrapolate and conclude that I HAVE work and rest assured. But you don’t need to worry about me, really. I know what I’m doing. Sometimes I may be a little subdued in a stream because I have TOO MUCH work. Have you thought about that? I’m genuinely tired. So you really don’t have to worry about me. I’m doing just fine.

Comment: When will you work with Yang Zi-laoshi? LYN: I’m waiting for you. I await the day you become a producer and fix her for a project, and then come to find me. Ok? I know a lot of people want me to work with certain other people, and I know that you will be happy for me when that time comes. But the condition is that YOU have to become amazing first. You have to have the ability to sign them first, and then invite me. Only then will we be able to work together. LYN: Of course, I will keep doing my thing- walking forward one step at a time. But I won’t be able to work with them through my effort/wishful thinking alone.

*** - saw a tabloid that was analyzing LYN’s Development Progress and Predicting his Next Steps LYN: Let’s go through this line by line:

1. "It’s difficult for male actors who are short to get cast in dramas. But being too tall also has its disadvantages- because you have to put into consideration whether working with female actors will be influenced.” LYN: You’re just afraid they won’t be compatible, right? First of all, this writer must not have seen The Long Ballad.

2. “LYN, due to being too tall, has been switched out of roles.” LYN: Let me tell you where the fault here lies; it SOUNDS alright, but- I have never, up to this point, never met anyone who lost a role because he was too tall. I have heard the opposite though.

3. “There was a drama based off a manhwa that came to look for him-” LYN: I don’t think this has ever happened?? Maybe I’m not suitable.

4. “- but when the investor saw him, thought he was too tall. Though the producers pushed for him, in the end he did not get the role.” LYN: The keyword here is “investor”- uhm... this being only appears for movies. Every web drama or tv drama out nowadays don’t have “investors”- they’re produced by platforms or film and television companies.

LYN: I know I’m not handsome enough for a drama (based on a manhwa). But if it was based on a short story- I’d be okay because there’s no set image to associate the character with. LYN: But actually I really do know of one drama (based on a manhwa) that stuck my image up next to a character- but they never contacted my studio or anything. Comment: The Long Ballad. LYN: Hao Du was more of a supporting character anyway... Comment: Zi Chuan LYN: No, I was confirmed for that role long before.. LYN: It’s a drama but I’m not sure who specifically they cast. One of my friends sent it to me- they said, “Look. We’re having a meeting for this drama. Ning-ge, your picture is on there.” Comment: TGCF. LYN: No, no. I can’t. That one needs someone ah.. younger. Comment: Hurry and tell us! LYN: I won’t say... if I’m not wrong it was Yi Ren Zhi Xia (Under One Person/The Outcast). But I don’t even know if they started shooting or not- I just know they used my picture, is all.

5. “LYN has a respectful attitude when filming, everyone seems to like him-” LYN: This is true.

6. “-so his resources will not end. His next drama is a modern drama.” LYN: I’ve said in my stream that it’s a modern drama already. That doesn’t count as something you looked into. I said it myself.

7. “His live-stream have a good reception, so his studio has decided to use it as a place to promote him.” LYN: First off, my streaming does have a nice reception, yes. But I don’t do any publicity here, because I don’t have any products. I only promote things when one of my dramas is actually airing. Wouldn’t it be strange if I were streaming and I didn’t mention my drama AT ALL?? So I guess what they’re saying is also true. I do share with you when my dramas or songs are released. Otherwise what’s my stream for? Just playing around with you guys? LYN: There really is no design to my stream- no one’s writing me a schedule or line-up. I just come here and respond to whatever you’re typing. I’m the type of person who will be really awkward if I have things set-up a certain way. So I come here and just let it flow. If I have to follow a schedule I’ll be really awkward about it. LYN: ALSO! Sometimes I stream for five hours- tell me how you’re supposed to plan for that??

LYN: Another thing is- when I’m going to shoot a drama, I very rarely go out to MEET anyone. There won’t be any investors who want to meet me. Usually actors only meet the director or producer. Who do you think I am, to be meeting with INVESTORS? Do I have to drink two glasses of wine with them, too?? I’d LIKE to meet with some investors but there’s no chance. XD

Comment: Where’s your rich woman? LYN: I don’t know! She hasn’t spoiled me yet. I don’t even know where she is. LYN: /to the mysterious rich woman/ Spoil me already! Get me some resources! Don’t give me a surprise, just tell me already. LYN: hahaha

Comment: Sing Heroe’s Theme song. LYN: The drama’s not even OUT yet. 70% chance it’s airing in May, but I don’t know the exact date. Comment: Which platform is it on? LYN: HOW DARE YOU! It’s Tencent’s. You have to remember. Zi Chuan is joint Tencent and iQiyi. ALZ is Youku’s! LYN: ZC has already contacted me, to go do the voice-over on April 10.

- talks about Detective Plan- which has been postponed again but SHOULD be able to air on time in May. It’s fun for Ning-ge bc usually when you go to a show you have an idea of what’s going on, but for this one you don’t have a clue. You just have to look pretty and bring your brain. The only thing you have to know is your name. Says the production company must have pulled out all the stops for it- because all the props he sees are expensive. XD Normal people look at the guests, but Ning-ge looks at how much the props must have cost. Haha.

LYN: Sometimes when you’re watching a drama- there’ll be a sudden endorsement. You might feel a little annoyed at them, and want them to go away. But- what did I want to say here?- Just think about it. Without these endorsements the program you’re watching wouldn’t even be able to air, you know? There’s just no helping it. You need someone to invest in your project so that you can complete it. As a viewer myself, I can understand where they’re coming from. - gets into brands/platforms and which ones he CAN mention on stream and which ones he CAN’T; depending on the situation- you’ve got to be aware of where you are. LYN: Sometimes I’ll go to attend some event- and they’ll tell me that after my song I’ll have to do a short introduction of the broadcast station and name of the even I’m attending. That gives me so much pressure! I forget about the song and just keep going over it in my head- where am I right now? What am I here for? Because if I forget and I say the wrong thing I’m never going to be allowed on that station again.

-- bathroom break --

Comment: Ning-ge, will you hold a fan-meet? LYN: Why? Should I do a handshake meeting? You buy my album and I’ll shake your hand. I can’t. Let’s not gather in large groups right now. If I had the time to do a fan-meet I’d rather hold a concert.

Comment: My mom said your accent is too strong. LYN: /switches to Standard/ Aunty. This might be the first time you’re seeing me. I am an innocent big-boy from Liaoning, Dandong. My accent is heavy because when I stream I hope my friends can feel close to me. When I stream I use my hometown dialect. But- I can speak Standard Mandarin, Aunty. Did you hear me, Aunty? :) - tongue twisters LYN: Do you think my Mandarin is standard enough?

Comment: You’re going to sign with YY’s agency right? LYN: My friend- when I stop streaming for today, please watch the playback. I’ve already addressed this question. Alright?

Comment: Ning-ge, you can get a certificate for speaking Standard Mandarin. LYN: I don’t see the need. As someone trying to get by in this industry, I thought having more skills was better. So I went crazy. I thought- was it possible for me to get a certificate to be a principal (?). I looked up what it takes to pass the test- and I gave up. There’s too much material. It would have taken me three years to finish reading all the books before I could take the test. It didn’t only rely on how good your Standard Mandarin is. There’s a lot- look it up. LYN: I gave up. I couldn’t even learn properly when I was going to school. So I thought, there was no need to torture myself.

Comment: Ning-ge, could you be yourself again. I’ll tell my mom not to speak nonsense. [t/n: bc for the past three questions he’s been trying his best to speak Standard Mandarin only] LYN: When I speak to other people I do use Standard. It’s just that when I’m streaming I want to relax a little. It’s just because no one’s talking (audibly) to me- all the comments you type I auto-translate into the Dandong dialect. - briefly shows off his Shandong dialect bc someone asked.

Comment: Ning-ge, do you use Standard when talking to Daimi? LYN: I never use Standard with her. I use English. XD LYN: Daimi! Come here. Daimi, Daimi. Come here. Come here, please. Please. PLEASE? Ok. Up to you. LYN: F! F, F, F! F! (bc “f” sounds like “arf” = dog barking sound) LYN: She’s ignoring me. She went away a little- I scared her.

Comment: Do you know any Chongqing dialect? LYN: I don’t. But this drama- originally my character is from Sichuan. I thought it was okay, because a lot of the actors on set are from there, so I could learn from them. But I found that if I open my mouth and try, the character’s going to flop. Comment: Can you do Henan dialect? LYN: [t/n: I didn’t get what he said, but I get the feeling it was something along the lines of “shut your big mouth” idk, though.] - Tianjin Dialect, Beijing Dialect, Cantonese (reciting song lyrics), Minnan Dialect (one of his aunt’s husband is from Fujian, Fuzhou; the dialect is close), Shanghai, Xinjiang (nope, but he’s heard it before, bc he was shooting a scene with Reba once, and she took a call during a break and was speaking it. LYN: It was so cool!) LYN: Let’s stop talking about dialects, because I really don’t know them. I can’t speak them. Honestly I only really know a little Cantonese and the Dongbei dialect. Everything else- I’m not good at it.

- Promoting Dandong as a tourist city~

Comment: Have you been to Saiyang (?)? LYN: As a person from Dandong, do you think I haven’t?? Many years ago when I was in Happy Boy (Kuai Le Nan Sheng aka Super Boy) I went to the competition in Saiyang. I was even in Happy Boy! I told my mom I wanted to go and she asked me why- was it because I was not happy? I told her no, it’s because I wanted to be a celebrity. She said “Alright” and went with me. We took the train there- I think it was three hours? It should be faster now, maybe one hour, because there’s a speed rail. That was my first time in a competition- I was quite young. I won’t tell you HOW young, though. [t/n: the first season of Super Boy was 2007- so 18 years old. The second season was 2010 - 21y/o. Or third season in 2013 - 24 y/o. Which one is it hm....] LYN: I had to prepare a song and I went with “你是我的眼”. Have you heard of it? -- 你是我的眼 LYN: Of course I didn’t sing it that way. It was my first competition ever and I was really nervous. I went in there, introduced myself, and started singing. There was no music accompaniment at that time! I got two lines in and they told me to stop, and asked if I had any other song prepared. So I sang Zhang Huimei-laoshi’s 人质. Judges: Alright, stop. Thanks, you can go. Young LYN: Did I pass? Judges: We don’t disclose that today. You can go back and wait for the official notice- we’ll call you. LYN: So I waited until today- 2022, and they still haven’t gotten back to me. LYN: They didn’t get back to me the first year, so the second year I went back. I don’t know what got hold of me. I didn’t care- I was working towards my dream. I went again. Comment: Which season? LYN: The- the season Hua Chenyu came out on. [t/n: HCY was on the third season in 2013. So that means Ning-ge was 21 and 24 respectively, when he went audition the first and second times. :p (If my math is right)] LYN: But this time, I didn’t go to Saiyang- because I thought there were a lot of skilled singers gathered there. Because there’s a music school there. So this time I went to Hangzhou. I’d never heard of any music academy there, so I thought I had a chance. But at this time I was already working in a bar, and doing okay for myself. Comments: /naming music academies in Hangzhou/ LYN: I didn’t know at the time! I still didn’t have much saved up- the bar only paid me 800RMB a month, for six songs every day. Later it raised to 1200RMB. At that time I didn’t really have a lot of money, but I bought a plane ticket to fly to Hangzhou. That was my first time on a plane- all for my dream. But I didn’t have the money initially- I asked the bar owner if he could give me my pay in advance- 3000RMB. He asked me why and I said it was because I wanted to try being a celebrity. He was afraid that if I succeeded, I wouldn’t come back and then I’d owe him money AND he’d lose a singer. But I negotiated- If I succeeded, I would pay him back double. If I didn’t I’d still have to come back and work, right? I’d been working there for three years already, so he trusted me, and he gave me the money. Comment: Did you pay him back yet? LYN: ?! I didn’t succeed back then! I had to go back to work!! I got to Hangzhou- I forget where exactly. THERE WERE SO MANY PEOPLE. There were multiple days for the auditions and I thought if I went on one of the last days there would be less people. There were even more. I got in the queue and there were 300+ people ahead of me. It was so hot in Hangzhou (Southern, HOT) as someone from Dandong (Northern, COLD) it was too much for me. That was my first time in the Southern region, my first time on a plane. There were so many people I took a picture and even made a post about it, and got a little emo. - goes on telling the story of what went down that day, including making two friends from Ansan, passing the first round and meeting the judges in the second round- which he didn’t pass. LYN: Wait- how come I’ve talked so long about Super Boys? But in the end I went back to the bar and was able to return my boss the money he lent me.

Comment: It’s a good thing you weren’t chosen, otherwise you wouldn’t be the Ning-ge we know now. LYN: Well said. I don’t think this is shameful at all. People will do a lot of things on their way to success- as long as it isn’t illegal or immoral- none of it is shameful. - Also tells how he tried auditioning for The Voice, too. For three years. LYN: Life is just like this, but as long as you continue to persevere, one day a surprise will be waiting for you. LYN: I went from being eliminated from Super Boy- twice!- to singing OSTs for the hottest dramas. This is what’s called a “counterattack”! Sometimes I even look in the mirror at myself and say, “Liu Yuning, who knew a day like this would come.” LYN: So if you have a goal, as long as you keep on trying to reach it, I believe one day you will succeed. It doesn’t matter if you stumbled along the way, you’d still be better off for having tried.

- tells a story about when he was on Singer 2019. LYN: A lot of things got popular in 2019, including me. Li Xian was big that year... also The Untamed, and uh.. YCY’s group... I think ZYL also had an “ignition” point that year. There was a lot. - received a lot of criticism for being on it, because people didn’t think he was worthy or qualified. LYN: I had just debuted. I was weaker back then- I came back to my room and cried. Wailed. The neighbors made a police report. I made a post about it- it’s still up- I wanted to morally kidnap them. I said, “Are people not allowed to have dreams? Please just give me one song’s worth of your time.” I felt a little aggrieved- the program invited me to be on the show! And they were still over here yelling at me. I didn’t receive an appearance fee- I had to prepare my own clothes, my own transportation- I SPENT money to be there; they still yelled at me. LYN: When you’re standing up there for the second round, not knowing if you’re going to pass into the next or sing your goodbye song- that moment is the most cruel. I had a feeling I was going to lose- I was just a viral star- just a little internet famous, after all. But when you’re standing there you can’t help but feel despaired. It just proves that all that people were saying about me was right- I wasn’t worthy. I felt like when I opened the envelope it would be those three words: You’re not worthy. I just felt like that. LYN: The fact that I’m able to say this today means that I’ve already recovered from that trauma. I’m just telling you how I felt back then. It’s the reason why I’m able to have such a strong heart/mind now. Pretty much nothing phases me now. - talks about how there were two music producers on that show from Lianoning, who invited him for drinks after he was eliminated. So LYN, AZ & DF went. LYN got two beers in, needed to use the restroom, tripped on a corner of a suitcase and grazed his arm against the wall. He was bleeding but still needed to go to the restroom so he went. Then AZ & DF took him to get his arm taken care of and go home. LYN: I think the scar is gone? /looks/ Oh, it’s still here. // This scar teaches me something- on my road to making music... don’t drink. So I really try not to.

LYN: Alright. I hope you had a wonderful night. Let’s meet the next time. Goodnight everybody.

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(4:25:21)#Ning-ge's Little Kitchen #collaboration with Yuetai Ent. (not that he's signing with them)#ning-ge vs songs that go too high #ning-ge vs the horror genre #breaking down a tabloid article about him #discussing dialects #ning-ge auditioning for Super Boy (twice)

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pricetagofficial · 3 years

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Midnight Conversations -JT

Warnings: fluff, slight bits of the angst but other than that this is pretty chill.

Word Count: 1K

Tag List: @kishony-the-geek @idkmanicantenglish @subtleappreciation

A/N: Thank you to the anon that sent in this request! It was soo cute, and I am so sorry it took so long!

Jason woke up expecting you to be there with him, but when he rolled over to pull you closer the bed was bare. Quickly, he sat up and looked around. You’re purse and shoes were still where you had left them last, but where were you? Looking out the window, he saw that the snow was coming down harder than it was before. Gotham was notorious for it’s winters and neither of you wanted to try and drive home in the middle of a storm so Bruce had Alfred set up a room for you and Jason to sleep in for the night.

Running a hand through his hair, Jason got up and pulled on a shirt before he exited the room looking for you. The Manor had always seemed big to him, even as an adult the halls looked as if they could go on forever. As he walked, he looked in various places for you the kitchen, the study, and even took a peak outside to make sure you didn’t get gutsy and take a step outside to watch the snow fall.

He was about to turn back to walk to your room to see if you had returned when he heard hushed voices coming from the library. Jason hadn’t thought to look there for some reason, you loved to read and thought you probably wanted to read something.

Stopping outside the door, he could hear your voice in soft whispers but you were talking to someone else.

“You’re too hard on yourself, what happened was not your fault.” You assured, whoever it was that you were talking to.

It was when the other person spoke, he realized who you were talking to.

“But I should have been there, he’s my son and I failed him.” Bruce sighed.

Tilting your head to the side, you crossed your arms and stared down Bruce Wayne. You knew that he still blamed himself for Jason’s death, it was something that no one really wanted to talk about. Even all these years later, it was still a sore subject for the family especially Bruce.

You weren’t expecting company when you arrived in the library, but it seemed Bruce needed to get something off his chest so you sat with him as Alfred brought cups of hot chocolate and you listened. He talked about how he felt like a failure of a father, if it was even a good idea to bring Dick into the life of crime fighting as a child in the first place. How he felt like he failed all of them in different ways, being too hard on Dick, Jason dying, Tim losing his father and not knowing Damian even existed for a decade.

Letting out a sigh, “You know, the two of you are more alike than you would think. Jason tells me all the time how he is worried that he will let everyone down. I guess it’s something he picked up from you, that and how to be a stubborn pain in the ass and suppress emotions like a brick wall.” You teased.

If you and Bruce hadn’t of laughed, you would have heard Jason’s own laughter from outside the door.

“He won’t admit it to anyone out loud, but he does care what you think especially of him. Jason doesn’t have to use words when I can see it in the way he acts when he is here, it’s like he is so scared of doing something wrong that you won’t love him anymore.” Bruce went to interrupt you, but you put a hand in the air and he halted.

“I know you love him the same as the others, and deep down he knows it too. But you have to know that Jason loves you too, again he may not say it but it’s there.” You explained. Bruce watched as you spoke, and you could see the slight glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Just don’t give up on him okay?”

Bruce gave you a nod and took the mug from you. “I never gave up on him, I just hope he knows that.”

You smiled brightly at his words. “I’ll make sure he does, now we both should get some sleep.” You yawned and made your way to the door.

Jason noticed that you were leaving and booked it for your room, barely managing to get out of the hall before you opened the door and started your walk back to bed. When you got back, Jason was in bed with his back facing you. Quietly, you crawled into bed and draped an arm over his side and hugged him from behind.

He leaned into your touch and placed his hand over yours as you both fell back to sleep, keeping each other close.

When you woke the next morning, Jason was gone. The bed was still warm so he wasn’t gone that long but you were curious to where he was. Pulling your robe over yourself, you walked down to the kitchen and saw that Jason had beat you down and was deep in conversation with Bruce and Tim over something. Damian was next to Bruce enjoying his breakfast and Alfred greeted you with a smile.

Jason heard and quickly got up and gave you a kiss. “Good morning, Princess.” He said with a smile. With a giggle you kissed his cheek.

“Good morning to you too handsome.” You smiled and curled into him. Jason seemed to be in a cheery mood and you couldn’t help but wonder why. He led you to the table and kept you close while you ate and talked with Tim about the latest thing that happened with Conner and the others.

Jason kept his arm wrapped around you while you ate, refusing to let you go. Maybe he had heard your conversation last night, but whatever happened it seemed to put Jason in a good mood and that’s all that you wanted. For him to be happy, and judging by the smile on his face he was.

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Honest Love Part 6 || Cale Makar

Requested: [ ] yes [x] no

Authors Note: I finally got through this chapter!!! Happy dance!!! This first segment is one of my favorite pieces of this whole story so I hope you love it as much as I do. The other two were a little harder so I hope you enjoy what I came up with to flush this chapter out.

Recap: Part 4 was the pregnancy announcement to Cale, Part 5 was Cale’s birthday.

Warnings: cavities? This chapter is a little sweet. Mentions of drinking/tipsiness on Cale’s part.

Word Count: 3,336

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The fact that Cale’s birthday butted up against Halloween was always something you’d enjoyed growing up. It was almost like a perfect 2 for 1 deal - cake and ice cream one day, boatloads of candy the next. It was the innocent things you liked most about Halloween: the cute kids costumes, candy in excess, pumpkin carving, and corn mazes. Which was why today’s plans were perfect. Cale had gone for a quick practice and then around lunchtime the team was meeting at a farm that had a huge corn maze, hay rides, and lots of family friendly activities for the whole team and their families to enjoy.

Then, after a break for trick or treating and dinner and naps, the adults were all having an adult costume party at Gabe and Mel’s full of drinking and just laid back fun. Of course, Cale was going to be the only one doing any drinking tonight, but you were going to play that off as just being the designated driver since it was kind of a birthday celebration for him in a way as well. Hopefully that would keep the team off of your scent as you and Cale weren’t ready to share the news of your pregnancy just yet, especially since neither set of parents had been looped in.

Knowing it was going to be a late night, you were lounging on the couch trying to rest and catch up on some work you were behind on when Cale came sauntering through the door, a bright smile bringing those dimples alive. A short but sweet kiss on your lips made you smile and as you carded your fingers through his hair you felt him slide your computer out of the way, his fingers brushing against your shirt. Assuming he was just saying a silent hello to the baby you didn’t think anything of it until you felt him press something onto your skin before pulling away.

Looking down, your face crinkled with confusion when you spotted a tiny pumpkin sticker attached to your flat stomach.

“Why?” You asked softly, beyond confused by what was running through your boyfriend’s head right now. Cale’s cheeks flushed but his smile never wavered as he moved into the kitchen to grab a sports drink.

“The guys were all talking about their kids costumes.” He mumbled softly between sips. “And they all sounded so cute. I thought about what we’re going to dress our baby up as next year but then I thought why wait. I know it’s a little bit big, but baby will grow into it. I’ve got skeleton stickers too but I figured that was a little too close to reality right now and therefore not really a costume.” He explained, shrugging.

Immediately tears filled your eyes because that might just be the cutest damn thing Cale has ever said. He really went out and got stickers just so your unborn baby could have a ‘costume’ for Halloween. Wiping at your eyes you just looked up at him in awe.

“You went out and bought stickers so our unborn baby could have a Halloween costume?” You repeated in confirmation. Cale’s cheeks flushed deeper and he mumbles that maybe it was a stupid idea. Shaking your head, you moved to stand and pull him into a hug and kiss, your shirt still pushed up to your rib cage.

“It’s not stupid.” You assured him. “It’s endearing and probably one of the cutest things you’ve ever done.” Tipping up to kiss him you tried to reassure him. “Take a picture of our little pumpkin?” You questioned. “We have to capture baby’s first Halloween after all.” You urged. There wasn’t a bump or any physical sign that there was a baby growing inside of you but that didn’t mean that you couldn’t take a picture. Even if no one else ever saw it, you wanted to be able to look back at this memory because it would be your baby’s first picture and a reminder of how in love Cale had been with your son or daughter right from the very start.

Though he seemed a bit reluctant, Cale nodded and moved to take a few pictures of your stickered stomach before putting his phone away. Tucking your shirt down over the sticker, leaving it intact, you moved to kiss Cale again asking if he was about ready to head out to the farm for the team family event. With a few more reassuring kisses, Cale settled again and finally murmured that he just needed to change. You were ready yourself having gotten dressed earlier before you tried to talk yourself out of it by making excuses. You wanted to go spend the day with the team and with Cale and you certainly didn’t want to miss out on the inside jokes that were bound to crop up throughout.

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Almost an hour later, Cale finally pulled the car into the farm where the team was meeting, and the feeling of the vehicle stopping for good pulled you from the little cat nap you’d been taking in the passenger seat. Cale looked over, familiar concern visible on his face, but you quickly assured him that you were good and you just needed a moment to fix your mussed hair before you could go join everyone. Cale cupped your cheek, kissing you softly before he moved to climb out of the car to stretch while you fixed a few stray hairs and flattened out your top, finally exiting the vehicle yourself.

Though you’d just seen everyone last night, enthusiastic greetings were still exchanged and you hugged everyone before returning to your spot at Cale’s side, his hand resting along the curve of your spine. After some bickering from the boys about what they wanted to do, it was agreed that you’d start with hayrides before coming back down for the corn maze and everything else. You’d forgotten just how raucous team events could be, but it was definitely a good time, especially watching the kids run around laughing and having fun. For just a moment, you let your mind slip into daydreams about how that would be your little one laughing and exploring next year, hopefully with cheeks pink from the chill in the air.

After the hayride which had you fighting back just a little bit of nausea, the Calvert boys pulled you and Cale into the smaller corn maze designed for kids making it a race to see how quickly they could get through it. Gabe, Mel, and Linnea joined in and you smiled watching Linnea toddle along through the corn amazed at how tall it was but fearless so long as her daddy was right behind her. Being that it was a kids’ maze it didn’t take long to complete but it was fun all the same as Gabe helped Linnea and Cale helped the Calvert kids get all their stamps to get their prize of a candy or small toy at the end. And thankfully being back on solid ground had quelled the nausea you’d felt, leaving you feeling good once more.

As you finished the maze with the kids, Josty, JT, and Burky were racing over to pull Cale into their group to do the big corn maze as bets had been made that they could beat some of the other guys and their better halves. Assuring Cale that he should go, you murmured that you would hang out and maybe do some shopping of the farm fresh produce and that he should leave you keys. Looking over you saw Gabe and Matt being pulled to join other groups and you smiled to yourself as Mel and Courtney moved over to you with Mel holding Linnea but no sign of the Calvert boys who had insisted that they were now corn maze pros and had to go with their dad.

“So how was Cale’s birthday?” Courtney asked, a teasing expression on her face.

“It was good.” You replied. “He seemed to enjoy his dinner and presents so I’m happy.” Mel just sent you a teasing look like I’m sure he did enjoy his presents before speaking softly to Linnea who was babbling away. Ignoring the look you mentioned doing some produce shopping while you were here and when they both agreed, you headed over to the market portion of the farm to get some things for your respective households. Getting some fresh squash, apples, and of course some kale as well as pumpkin chai tea mix, apple butter, and some seasoned pumpkin seeds you loaded up the car before moving to meet back up with the girls. Courtney had three containers of ice cream in her hands while Mel held a tray of steaming disposable mugs in her off hand and they motioned for you to join them at a table.

“Apple pie ice cream.” Courtney stated, answering your non-verbal question. “And then some chai lattes made with fresh farm honey to ward off the chill.” Mel added getting herself situated with Linnea. Both treats were incredibly good and you thanked them as you tried the ice cream nearly moaning at how good it was. Mel couldn’t help but laugh at the look on your face and she murmured that they sell it by the quart too if you wanted to pick some up on your way home to put in the freezer.

“Yeah. I might have to do that.” You mumbled between bites because it was so good.

Chatting with the girls about various things while you enjoyed your treats and waited for the guys to find their way out of the corn maze, you couldn’t help but think that this was a pretty great found family to bring a baby into. It wasn’t long before Linnea squirmed her way out of her mommy’s arms before toddling around the table to you asking you to pick her up. Snuggling the toddler happily, you teased your fingers through her hair murmuring that the only way Cale’s group wasn’t the last one out was if your boyfriend single handedly got them through it.

Turns out that was definitely not the case and they were one of the last groups out following significantly behind Gabe and Matt’s group. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself at that, still snuggling the baby girl who refused to move from your lap even when her daddy returned. You joked with Gabe that you were stealing her and he joked back that he was sure that his young defenseman probably wouldn’t have any complaints about that. Evidently it wasn’t just the better halves that were under the impression that Cale was thinking about kids. It made keeping the little secret growing inside you that much harder but also that much more worth it.

You were chatting with Linnea about her current favorite Disney movie when your boyfriend appeared, dropping a kiss to your head as he flopped onto the picnic table bench beside you. The little girl’s face lit up at his presence and she smiled at him just watching him, everything that she had been babbling about forgotten.

“Did you have fun?” You asked him, giggling softly when his response was primarily a groan. Reaching out to pick a piece of corn husk out of his hair you brushed a thumb over his red cheek murmuring that next time you’d have to go with to rein the boys in. Of course, next time you’d have a tiny baby with you so that may or may not happen but Cale got the point you were trying to convey.

After mingling with the team for a little while longer, groups started to disburse and Cale asked if you were ready to head home for a bit. Nodding, you passed a sleepy Linnea back to her daddy murmuring that she was going to nap well on the way home. Then, taking Cale’s hand you pulled yourself up from the table and sighed softly as his hands grazed your hips because they were just a bit sore from the hard bench.

“We need to get a quart of ice cream before we go.” You murmured, pouting softly when he commented on how it would melt during the drive. “Even melted it would be good.” You insisted, pleading softly until he gave in and got a quart of ice cream packed into an empty plastic flower pot with some ice.

“Lucky I love you.” He murmured softly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Once you taste it you’ll agree it’s worth it.” You assured him, stealing one more kiss before heading back out to the car.

You fell asleep on the drive home, only waking when Cale unbuckled you and was moving to lift you out of the car. Though you murmured you could walk, he insisted that he had you and with your arms wrapped around his neck, it wasn’t long before you were settled onto your comfortable mattress while Cale pulled your shoes off your feet whispering for you to nap while he brought everything else upstairs.

And nap you did.

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The sun had set by the time you woke up to Cale’s lips kissing your temple and his fingers sliding along your side.

“I made dinner.” He stated softly as you nodded and worked your way into a seated position.

“Dinner sounds good.” You agreed, blinking at him tiredly. Cale offered a hand out to help you up and you took it, sliding onto your feet to follow him out into the kitchen. It wasn’t anything complex but it smelled good and that was really all that mattered to you. “Thanks for dinner.”

Cale brushed your thanks off, directing you to dig in. After a moment he questioned whether you still wanted to go tonight or whether you wanted to stay home. You knew the choice was honestly up to you but at the same time you couldn’t not show because that would raise way too many questions you didn’t want to answer yet.

“You know we have to go.” You replied softly between bites. “I promise I’m okay.” You added. “I’m just still waking up but that was a good nap. Let me get this food and a shower in me and I’ll be just fine.” The ever present look of concern was on your boyfriend’s face and you reached a hand across the table to squeeze his. “Promise. I’m good.” You repeated. “We’re going to go and you’re going to have a good time drinking with the guys so I can be the designated driver without any questions.” Cale hesitated before nodding and you knew that you were going to need to assure him again later that you were really okay.

You asked him to tell you about his afternoon and you talked about shopping for produce and spending time with the girls and Linnea.

“You’re really cute with her, you know that right?” He asked, taking a sip of his water. “Makes me excited to see you as a mom to our baby. She adores you.”

“You mean like the Calvert boys adore you?” You grin. “Little pumpkin already has the best daddy.” The ways Cale’s cheeks flushed made you smile and you nudged your legs against his under the table before focusing on your plate once more.

After dinner you moved to shower and then start to get ready for the Halloween party. Standing at the foot of your bed, you slid stockings up your legs before putting on a red skirt. Cale came into the room when you were pulling on the tight blue shirt with a maroon and gold ‘s’ emblazoned on the front. He had a similar shirt laying on the bed, but his costume certainly wasn’t as elaborate as yours. Once you had both the top and bottom halves of your costume situated, you wrapped the gold belt around your waist and grabbed the cape from the closet, leaving it on the bed while you did just a normal face of makeup with some darker lipstick.

By the time you came out of the bathroom, Cale was dressed in black slacks and a white button up and he was slipping a partially undone tie around his neck. Stepping closer to him you reached up to undo the top few buttons of his dress shirt revealing the blue t-shirt underneath.

“Pretty sure you have to have the buttons undone hun, otherwise this isn’t a costume at all.” You teased, reaching around him to grab the maroon heels tucked into the closet since you didn’t have the proper knee high boots. Sitting on the bed to slide them on you reached over to grab his glasses from the bedside table. “You’re also going to need these. C’mon, pretend you’re having a little fun. This costume was your idea.” You prodded, standing back up and sliding your palms down his abs. Cale was definitely a pretty sexy Clark Kent to match the superwoman - supergirl - that he always claimed you were anyway.

Cale just looked at you making you laugh. “I know this is your least favorite part of Halloween.” You stated. “Because you’re boring like that but c’mon. We look hot.” You pressed, finally getting a small smile.

“You certainly look hot.” Cale agreed. “Are you sure you’re up to this?” He asked, causing you to roll your eyes and nod. “Yes...now let’s go before we’re really late.”

You were so going to pass him off to Josty and Burky and Mikko when you got there to make sure that they could get a few drinks into him and help him relax. He deserved that for sure, you just had to make sure he didn’t get so drunk that he started to get a loose tongue and spill your secret.

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Needless to say, your boyfriend was clingy and affectionate when tipsy, something you’d known all the way back from that time in the bar before you’d even kissed. It was crazy to think that was only seven months ago.

Deciding that it was time to go, you left the party around 1am, dragging Cale back to the car and urging him into the passenger seat with the promise of a kiss. He’d lost his tie at some point over the course of the evening and you made a mental note to text Mel about it, sure that she would find it somewhere in her house.

By the time you parked in the apartment garage Cale was half asleep from two days of excitement and you moved around the car after releasing his seatbelt.

“Come on hun.” You urged, offering him a hand. “I may be dressed like Supergirl but there is no way I have her strength so you’re going to have to help me out here so we can get you to bed.” Cale looked up at you with a hazy alcohol fueled look before taking your hand, leaning into you as you guided him upstairs.

“You’re so pretty.” He murmurs repeatedly, his word choice changing slightly with every repetition from pretty to beautiful to sexy and then finally gorgeous. Unlocking your front door you guided him in and kicked it shut behind you, locking it before dropping your keys and stepping out of your heels.

“Time for bed.” You remind him, gently corralling him to the bedroom. He was asleep the moment his head hit the pillows and you carefully helped him strip down to the t-shirt and his boxers before moving to get yourself ready. It wasn’t often that you saw Cale as relaxed as he was tonight and you were grateful to the guys for giving him a good day and letting him forget about all those worrying thoughts you knew sometimes plagued him.

A lot was changing in your lives but with the support system you have and the love you share, it was all going to work out just fine.

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sincerly-kate · 4 years

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Shattered Glass (Malcolm Bright/Whitly x gn!reader)

A/n: This story is inspired by two things; a two-part series by @wreckofawriter and also my experience with family . If you want me to remove it (wreckofawriter) then I will, but I don’t mean to copy your amazing work.

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Malcolm trying his best (not really a warning but that needed to be put out there, HE ONLY TRIES HIS BEST), also talk about poor mental health! (Such as Anxiety, description of an anxiety attack (this is based off MY experiences I’m not trying to generalize them!) and slight depression)

Don’t read if you’re not done season one! All spoilers are under the cut just in case (Eve is mentioned, iykyk)

Summary: You and Malcolm have been dating for a few years now, you share with him all of your sides- or so he thought. How will he react when he sees you crying when you think he can’t see you? How will he feel when he realizes that you guys are more alike than he originally expected?

Y/s/n = Your Siblings Name

Y/m/n = Your Mothers Name

y/n = your name (just in case this is your first fic)

Words: Just over 3,000 (😅😅)

I was listening to this song as I was writing this: If the World Was Ending- JP Saxe, Julia MIchaels

You always knew that Malcolm could see the real you better than anyone else, he could see straight through your facial expressions and little habits. It was his job after all as a profiler, he couldn’t just turn it off when he was with you and that was understood between the two of you. The last thing you wanted was for him to change in a world that treated him differently already (no thanks to his father).

But there was one part of you that you tried to keep from Malcolm at all costs, and that was your family.

It wasn’t because you didn’t trust him with that knowledge, but it was just a side of you that you’ve never been able to let anyone see. To see how hurt you were by their words, how little you were respected by them, how small you felt anytime you tried to be yourself around them. You couldn’t tell him any of it, you hoped that he would believe your lies, cause you knew that his family was way worse than yours; so you just kept it all inside for no one except yourself to see. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel guilty for confiding in you after all these years.

You felt him nudge your shoulder, which brought you back to reality. You were a Reporter, and a very god one depending on who you asked, and Malcolm needed you to help him drag out a killer for a case. He was profiled as overly confident and a borderline narcissist, so Malcolm was certain that if you talked about him on the news, saying that they had him in custody that he would contact either you or the station to say you had a fraud. Malcolm was going to be by your side the entire time, just to make sure they wouldn’t go after the most important person in his life-,not again; he wouldn’t know what he would do if you were taken away from him like Eve. He would do anything in his power to make sure that he wouldn’t go after you, since you matched most of his previous victims.

“You alright?” He looked at you slightly worried, he was always concerned when you got too deep into that head of yours, he wasn’t sure what caused you to be constantly thinking that you’re not good enough, but he wasn’t going to press the matter. He rubbed your thigh as he sat next to you, to keep you grounded.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be? It’s not like I’m about to be indirectly talking to a serial killer on live television, and possibly get a target on my back for doing so.” You nervously laughed as you looked down at your feet, your leg bouncing up and down to the rhythm of your rapidly beating heart.

“You don’t need to do this; you know that right?” He placed his hand on your cheek, caressing the side of your face with his thumb repeating the motion to calm your nerves. “I can ask Ainsley; she’s done this before-”

“Malcolm, I’ll be alright. I always am.” You gave him a tight-lipped smile; you knew it wasn’t very convincing but that’s all you could muster up at the moment.

He wasn’t convinced, you could tell since he gave you his doubtful that he’s given you on more than one occasion but he was cut off by another voice before he could call you out on it.

“C’mon Bright, they’re about to go live.” Gill said as he lightly grabbed his arm to get him out of the shot, and he complied.

“Live in 3,2,1...” You were given the cue as you took a deep breath and put your ‘TV face’ on as you liked to call it. “Breaking news tonight, the NYPD have confirmed that they have someone in custody who’s been known to the public as The angel of death, nothing has been said by police if this truly is their killer but after the past week of The angel of death terrorizing the city, police are led to believe that this is him.”

You took a pause to make it look like you were listening to someone through your earpiece, that was intentionally visible to the camera, then carried on with the broadcast.

“I’ve just gotten a confirmation from our sources that it has been officially confirmed that they have The angel of death himself in custody and will be setting a court date to be announced later. Now back to Ryan with politics.”

The second you heard the ring that signaled you were no longer on air, you slumped over in relaxation. You crossed your arms on the table in front of you and leaned your head, that now felt lighter than air, on top.

“You did amazing darling, that should get the killers attention for certain.” He said to you as the sound of his shoes got closer to the desk the kissed the top of your head and slowly rubbed your back to release more tension that he knew you were holding.

“I didn’t really- “You tried to correct him as you lifted your head, but Malcolm refused to let you get close to finishing that sentence of yours.

“Nope- you just brought us our killer baby; you did a hell of a lot more than most would’ve in your shoes.” You loved how he was always able to reassure you, and how he did it without a second beat.

You turned to look up at your loving and supportive boyfriend in admiration and a warm smile slowly painting your features, “Whatever I did in a past life was so worth it.”

“What?” He slightly laughed at your statement, looking at you now with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.

“To deserve someone like you and be lucky to call them mine.” You stood up from your chair and moved closer to him to close the distance between his lips and yours, you could taste the slight cherry flavor of the candy you knew he had earlier. As you two break apart, you can still taste it on your own lips.

Unfortunately, this moment doesn’t last as long as you two wanted it to, because both of your phones go off. His from an unknown caller, and yet yours is somehow worse.

You look down to your phone saying Mom, you sighed at this and then looked at Malcolm, or where he was, already on his phone, most likely talking to the killer himself next to Dani, Giles and JT.

You excused yourself to another room for some privacy that you knew you were going to need. You were only halfway to the quiet room when you answered your phone; you knew that was going to be a bad idea.

“Why in the hell did you think that was a good idea y/n?!”

You sighed and with a tight-lipped smile replied with, “Hello to you too mom, haven’t heard from you in a while.” You then slowly closed the door behind you.

“Don’t give me that lip! I am your mother, I deserved to be treated with respect! I never get this from y/s/n.”

You dropped your head down in defeat, you always considered the problem child, ever since your sibling came into the picture. Before that everything was relatively fine, but you never blamed y/s/n though; it’s not their fault your parents decided that you could fend for yourself at the age of 8.

“Yeah I know, but it was for a case- “Once again, she decided to cut you off.

“A CASE?” she shrieked into the phone, making you pull the device away from your ear.

“Yes- “

“Now I knew were selfish, but I never thought it was this bad. I could tell that it was staged, are you seriously putting yourself in danger so they could contact you for some ink?”

You were absolutely shocked by her words; she thought that you risking your life was selfish? So, you could save others, that made you selfish? You felt the pressure of tears build up as a sickening pit was building in your stomach; she always knew the words to say and never in the good way. “No, that’s not- “

“No, I get it, you’re too damn stupid to see past your own needs. I have no clue where I went wrong with you.”

The minute you heard that, you hung up the phone. You couldn’t care less about what she would’ve said after that.

You hit your back on the wall as you slowly walked backwards and slid down to the floor. You pulled your knees up to your chest and placed your head down.

You must’ve been sitting there for a while as there was a rough knocking behind your back, on the door. ‘They must’ve been knocking for a while’ you thought.

“Y/n! Are you in there?” Malcolm. You must’ve scared him to death, without even thinking you stand up and open the door for him.

Behind the door was Gil, JT and Dani accompanying Malcolm. “Shit guys, sorry if I scared you.” You laughed humorlessly but stopped once you saw all their concerned faces.

“Y/n, you alright?” Gil asked, who was more of a parental figure than your own, but you couldn’t ever tell him that. Not because you were scared it would go to his head, no, he wasn’t like that. You just didn’t want it to become awkward since he already needed to worry about Malcolm, you didn’t need him to constantly worry about you on top of it.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You said then realized you still had massive tear stains on your cheeks and puffy eyes from your previous phone call, you forgot to wipe them away before you opened the door.

‘Dammit y/n’ you scolded yourself for making the four of them all worry.

“Um you got somethin’ right,” JT then motioned to his whole face, Dani then elbowed him in the side for his unhelpful comment.

“Oh!” You wiped the sides of your face, “I’m fine guys, just got something in my eye.” You smiled at all of them.

Your head then turned to Malcolm, who squinted his eyes at you. You could tell didn’t believe you at all; he knew all your tells. You could tell that he was going to ask later, but you were sure as hell going to avoid it if you could.

Unable to deal with the silence anymore, you pushed by all of them, apologizing as you went, and walked out to your car. You were done for the day anyways, so you wanted to go home to Malcolm and yours’ apartment.

Once you got through the door, you let the dam in your mind open. The flood gate of tears rushed, and there was nothing you could’ve done to stop it; not that you really wanted to anyways. Your hands shook from the rush of emotions going through you, but you forced down the inevitable panic attack until you got to the couch. Your hands continued to uncontrollably shake, and you curled up in a fetal position with your favorite blanket wrapped around you like a tight hug. The words of your mother echoed throughout your fogged mind.

“I knew were selfish… you’re too damn stupid to see past your own needs…”

It just wouldn’t stop. It was like a massive wave going over a surfer; nothing could be done about it, you just needed to ride it out.

You heard a muffled noise coming from behind you but being so caught up and immobilized in your thoughts, nothing could’ve dragged you out of this one, not this time.

A pair of arms grabbed your shoulders, and there was enough fight left in you to push them away and run into the corner of the apartment. You could slightly see a male figure coming near you, and all you were capable of doing was whimpering and curling up in what you had deemed your safety blanket.

“Y/n… talk to me… happened at… were worried…”

You tried to make out the familiar voice- Malcolm; that’s the only person it could be right? It didn’t matter to you right now; the voice of your mother was stronger than your own thoughts, it always had been.

You felt a thud right next to you, and smelt the subtle sent of his cologne, it brought you back to your senses slightly, but not enough to stop your uncontrollable shaking and tears. He nudged himself closer to your body, and you instinctively laid your head on his shoulder. You could feel yourself calm down, but you knew it was because he was here. Yes, he was helping you ground yourself through the small gesture, but it was mainly that you were embarrassed of him seeing you like this and could feel your body force away the attack.

As you begun to trust yourself to speak, you turned slightly towards Malcolm, a numb look coated your features. “Sorry you had to see that; you shouldn’t have had to.” You spoke meekly, looking down at your still slightly shaky hands in your lap.

“Y/n, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

It was once he said that sentence that you knew you needed to come clean about the one secret that you had left from him.

“But I do, I’ve been selfish.”

“How darling?” He said while slowly petting your head, the way you’d comfort a child.

“I didn’t want to tell you, cause you already had so much on your plate, with this case, your family, and I- I just didn’t want to add my family on top of it.” He understood that this must’ve been eating at you for a while, because you normally bottled all your feelings until it broke; unfortunately, that’s why you both got along so well. He never wanted you to feel like that was necessary when you were with him, but how do you bring that kind of thing up?

“What about your family?” he spoke softly. You never spoke about them, hell he’s never even met them but now he felt deep down that he was about to find out why.

“Am I selfish to you? Am I someone you really see yourself with in the long run?” Tears begun to fill your eyes again, and a crack in your voice was evident to Malcolm that you believed in what you were saying about yourself.

He felt a pang of sadness for you in his chest, that was quickly turning to anger at whoever made you feel like you were any less than worth the universe. He composed himself before he responded to your question.

“Far from it, you are the most selfless human being I’ve ever met. There’s now way that a selfish person would’ve done what you did today; going in front of thousands of people and calling out a killer like that, like a badass.” He nudged your shoulder, where he got a slight giggle out of you. It wasn’t a lot, but it was better than nothing.

“And absolutely can I see you with me later on,” He took a deep breath before he continued his statement. “I love you y/n, and if I ever lost you… I don’t even want to think of who I would become. You’re the greatest thing that has ever happened to me.”

You immediately rushed into his arms and embraced him so tightly, afraid that this was all some massive cruel dream, and you’d wake up another day without him knowing. You stayed like this for a moment before Malcolm piped up,

“So, you wanna tell me why the most beautiful person to ever walk the earth is currently crying on our apartment floor at nearly 9 pm?”

You both chuckled at this, as you unwrapped yourself from his arms to look him in his beautiful blue eyes. His eyes were still filled with an underlying anger, but mainly held concern towards you.

“You know when we were at the news station today? And you got a call from the killer?” He nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“Well I also got a call, but it was from my mother. We got into an argument, since she saw the broadcast, and words were said.” You knew that the fine details were going to be said eventually, but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“And, what did she say baby?” He answered in a voice that was barely even a whisper, he looked you up and down; most likely looking at your body language to see if you were going to try and lie, but he could tell that you were going to be honest.

“That I was selfish, dumb, questioning where she went wrong with me.” You sniffled and looked to your hands, terrified to see Malcolm’s reaction. Not because he might yell at you, but at what he might do to your mother now that this was his first impression of her.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Was all he said after some silence.

“You have your own family shit to deal with, I didn’t feel like it was fair on you to dump mine on top of it. I didn’t want you to lose anymore sleep than you already do over something that I need to deal with.”

“…”

“Malcolm? You’re scaring me.” You looked up at him to see him looking out the window, his face glowing from all the nightlife neon lights across the street; he looked so angelic, more than he normally did.

“How didn’t I see this any sooner? I don’t care that you didn’t tell me y/n, I don’t care that your family is screwed up as well. I do care about the fact that I couldn’t help you through it.”

“But Malcolm it wasn’t your fight-” you tried to defend your reasoning, but alas he needed to correct you once more before the night was through.

“You’re right; it’s our fight. To hell with our parents, we’re not our parents; we are our own people. So, from this moment on, I promise to be completely transparent with my baggage as long as you are with me. We can break our constantly bottled-up feelings together.” He gently picked up your hand and laid a kiss on top.

“turn them into shattered glass.” You nodded as you spoke, a smile slowly coming back to your face.

“Just like shattered glass.” He nodded back, returning your smile.

And just like that, the two of you sat down on the couch, cuddling and watching movies as dusk carried on into dawn.

A/n: I hope you guys liked this, I always loved Malcolm’s character and Prodigal son, and with my life being slightly hectic at the moment this was a nice change of pace. Hope you have an amazing day or night, depending on where you are! 💙

-Kate

#prodigal son #prodigal son x reader #malcolm whitly #malcolm bright x reader #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly x reader #prodigal son fandom #prodigal son fanfic #dani powell #gil arroyo #angst to fluff #kate writes #prodigal son spoilers s1

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adellovesrowan · 3 years

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RSA- I forgot about Adel’s phobia. If it’s any consolation, I’m afraid of most bugs (literally every bug except bees). JT has nosophobia (the fear of disease) so flu season is an absolute nightmare for her. When you mentioned Cherry and Adel’s similarities you said at the end “ they both have a thing for the teachers pet good girl nerds”? 👀 Wait is Cherry wlw as well? Who exactly does she have a thing for? She shares a favorite color (purple) w JT. Also I’d love to hear indo hcs for Dian 🥺

HSHSJS UR SO VALID bugs are scary lmao. and ohhhh poor jt😭 KFHAKJDKSJ i cant say, its a “trust me on this” situation😌 but yes cherrys a wlw !! ohhhh yes purple gang !! KDJKAJF ok ok well some dian hcs thats been in my mind for some time. if dian were a hogwarts student, he would be a gryffindor. shes a fighter and hardly ever gives up. also he curses like a sailor and a lot of times various indo curses make their way in and its rly unnerving when u dont know what they mean JDJKAJD. also dian calling her friends indo terms of endearment🥺 like abang / bang / bung ( brother ), mbak / neng ( sister ), kawan / kawanku ( friend / my friend ), etc. also him wearing batik would be chefs kiss🥺 hdhdhdhhd i love dian thank u

RSA- sometimes Thea gets mistaken for a lobosca-kim since she’s got white hair and pale skin like Chiara plus black eyes. I like to think Chiara is tall so Thea looks like her in that regard as well but no she’s not related to any of them. She also follows the wolf trend of obvious names. Her full name influenced her design since Galatea means “milk white” and in the myth, Galatea was originally a statue. Wait Thea as an art model for Badeea’s classes 🥺 oh my god she’d be so pretty <3

HDHDHSHDH OH I LOVE THAT ! pleaseeee thea is sooo pretty🥺🥺

RSA- the kids tried burying Dian in the sand once. It did not work for obvious reasons. Also what if Mina added violets or cherry blossoms to Cherry’s hair? Idk what Mina’s favorite flower is but her favorite fruit is mangoes bc they’re the first thing she knew how to grow. She grew other stuff before that but it was out of her control and wouldn’t last too long. JT’s favorite flowers are sunflowers so Mina grows them on her mom’s birthday and Mother’s Day. Mina growing plants when she’s bored.

LMAOOOABDJFBA OHMYGOD dumbass children. AAAAAHH HELLO THATS SO CUTE🥺🥺 MANGO BEING MINAS FAV IS SOO CUTE WTF. ohhhh minas so cute she loves jt so much🥺

RSA- I mentioned the former existence of Skyler and the angel au reminded me of her bc she had blue wings. So what if after the lines between demons and angels have been blurred there are kids with more colorful wings. It does make it more dangerous since people would be able to tell that they’re half demon half angel instead of just a fallen angel or demon. Bianca being homeschooled was cut out since her mom already teaches at a school in this au plus there’s not the ch 18 trauma

OHHHHH half demon half angel skyler !! 🥺 and YA so glad ch 18 wasnt actually real🙄😩

RSA- Rowan passing her scarf down to Cherry 🥺. Cherry wearing it every year during the winter and showing it to her friends. Finn absolutely loves it. When did cherry get interested in baking? Baby cherry with her parents 🥺. When Mina was a baby, JT refused to let anyone besides herself and thistle hold Mina for the first few months. Penny, Tonks, and Chiara convinced JT to let them watch Mina so that Mina’s parents could take a break. It was the least they could do for their old roommate.

OOOOO THATS SO CUTE i need to draw that sometime. id say she tried baking when she was around five years old ! with help ofc. HEYDHSHDHHD jt is very protective of baby mina omgg🥺🥺 god bless the hufflepuffs watching over the baby

RSA- I’m glad you like the idea of brown eyed haywoods. I remember I sent in an ask to a different person about picturing Penny with brown eyes and someone reblogged that with an edit of brown eyed Penny. I was going to include a link to that in this ask but that didn’t work. (The edit was by theatricalasshole. He did a great job on it). Also I saw the tags in the last post and I’m so sorry about sending so many asks!! I would say it won’t happen again but I never shut up so that’d be a lie.

YESSSS brown eyed haywoods are beautiful !! and NOOOO DONT WORRY DHDHDHD i dont mind getting lots of asks but its just taking me so long to answer bc i get distracted so easily and i didnt want to keep u waiting😭

RSA- the school in the early years with Rowan as the only teacher and twenty students like those schoolhouses in the olden days. We both know the school gets bigger as more people teach/study there but the small, cozy nature of the early years. Students growing up and some of them teaching at the school when they’re adults. Students and teachers having positive memories of the school after they graduate or retire. Wait Rowan in dark academia aesthetic/ fashion 👀

SCREAMS the early years sounds so good ohh its so cozy. its what they deserve😩 some good safe education. and YEEEEESS WE LOVE TJAT A LOT

RSA- I’m looking through my old asks and I’ve sent over twenty ( it’s more than that the ones that were bunched together were counted as one each) so thanks for listening to all this, it’s totally understandable if you don’t remember something. Hell I have a bad memory too. I do like reading your responses to the different asks they’re v thoughtful. Do you have a favorite character or idea or whatever from this au bc if so I could come up with more hcs about them?

HDHDHHDHSHD thank u for understanding and YAAA SAME. DHSHHS im glad u like my responses lmao i try to engage with everything u said bc theyre all good takes !! well we all KNOW who my fav character is ( its rowan in case it wasnt obvious LMAO ) but i rly like hearing ab whoever u want to talk about !!

RSA- so this is gonna be the last of this specific bunch of asks bc I don’t have that many ideas rn. Mara w bat wings. Chiara has taken in at least two Wolf cubs (borf and Finn) so I feel like she’s the type to take in strays. Dian gets seniority amongst her roommates since she’s older than their parents (he lived between 1956-1970, so he died when he was fourteen). This is a joke but Ebony from my immortal as one of the music teachers. She bonds with Mara bc they’re vampires (half for Mara)

mara w bat wings yes !!! HEUDUEHHS i love that somuch for chiara. OHHH POOR BABY😭 now i have the hc that dian used to be friends with adels mom, cordelia ( shes indonesian ! ofc i had to make adel half indo LMAO ). or maybe dian and delia are related who knows😩 i think itd be funny if they were related bc then adel, an adult now, would see dian, a fourteen year old ghost, and realize hes related to delia and be like bloody hell youre my auncle. SJBDNDHDHJS i just think its rly funny LMAO.

NOOOOOOOOOO WHY IS EBONY HEREE DJFKAKFNND ohmyGODD😭😭 HEHDUDHSHDHJSHRJEJ ohmygdo but anyway. good for mara😌

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notgonnarememberthis · 3 years

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find your way (back to me) - chapter three

Not quite sure how I feel about this chapter but it is just a bit of a turning point for the next 2 chapters coming so I promise y’all that the next 2 will be better than this. Initially I had a scene going into this but I had to split the chapter when it just got too long and my brain was like “nah”. Ended up working for the better and I’m super excited about the next. Hope y’all are staying safe and enjoy this update

The morning comes with a pit of dread in Gil’s stomach. He was awoken by an early call, dragged out of the restless slumber of accidentally fallen asleep on a stack of case files. There was the body of a man discovered in a park this morning by a jogger. He didn’t match the M.O. at all other than the location of disposal. Still as he pulls up he can feel the tension pulling at him.

Something isn’t right.

He can make out Malcolm’s pacing form as he approaches. He lingers close to Edrisa who’s examining the still form on the bench. The corpse was dressed for the snow that accumulated overnight, eyes closed and arms crossed over the chest.

“Cause of death is a single gunshot wound to the back of the head.” Edrisa states, he assumes they proceeded without him when Colette arrived on the scene. That’s good, the less time they waste the better. He can have Malcolm fill him in on the extra details later.

“That doesn’t make sense. None of this matches the M.O. This screams remorse. Our killer isn’t remorseful, he’s cold and calculated. He’s accounted for every possibility. He targeted my mother in the middle of the day and stole an ambulance. He doesn’t do remorseful.” Malcolm rubs his hands over his eyes and Gil wonders for a moment if he even sat down in the past 12 hours. The boy already looks drawn thin, exhaustion battling with the caffeine in his system.

“I don’t think this is our guy.” Agent Swanson speaks up moving from her spot to the victim. “The only thing that matches up is the location. It was convenient to pawn it off onto a serial killer and get away with the crime.”

“What’s convenient about cops patrolling parks all over the city?”

“Bright.” Gil’s tone is a warning. He doubts it’s by Colette’s choice that he’s here rather than stopping him from doing so anyways. The last thing any of them need is to be at each other’s throats, but he is right. With cop cars patrolling all over the likelihood of getting by without being spotted is small.

It’s clear the scolding only makes him more agitated, Malcolm rocking back on his feet with a frustrated huff. He pulls him aside placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. This is hard on all of them but Malcolm, especially. He’s seen first hand what this killer does to his victims, hell he doesn’t blame the kid for feeling irritated by the slow proceedings. It doesn’t help that Dani lingers behind his every step.

He quietly notes to himself to get something nice for JT and Dani both. With watching Ainsley and Malcolm both they’re going to be on the end of more snide comments and snappings than either of them deserve.

“You don’t have to be here. Go back with Ainsley and work the press. This is not going to get easier.”

“I can’t. You know that.” His eyes fall on the body again. “It doesn’t make sense but I know this is our killer.”

“I believe you.” He offers Malcolm a sad smile. “Go back to the precinct, and gather all the connections you can. Swanson is going to be a hard sell. You gotta make this one believable.”

“I need help.” Gil frowns, understanding settling into him. “I have to go see him.” He immediately defends upon seeing his expression.

“Swanson won’t allow it.” He glances over Malcolm’s shoulder and the woman watching them with narrowed eyes. “It was her condition of you staying on this case, that you stay far away from Martin.”

“If I can shake Dani for 20 minutes.”

“It won’t work Bright. She’s got 3 other cops watching you.” Malcolm nods with a humorless smile. He can practically see the boy unraveling in front of his eyes. Hell, he feels it a bit himself. “I’ll go.”

Concern and panic flashes over Malcolm’s face. “You can’t.” He protests. He’s not visited Martin since Malcolm was taken but he feels the same panicked pull. If he can help them find Jessica in some way, any way he’ll do it.

“I’m the only one that can.” Malcolm tips his head back again, shaking it. Hesitation radiates from him, and he understands why. Part of Malcolm wants to protect anyone he’s close to from Martin. The other half knows that he might be crucial to the case.

“I’ll go back with Dani and Edrisa. There might be something we missed in the previous autopsies that can connect this victim to them.” He turns to walk away but stops himself. “Be careful.”

Gil pulls him in giving a short hug. “We’ll find her, I promise.” He feels Malcolm hold tighter and his heart breaks a little. He remembers carrying him into his home after he’d fallen asleep on his couch. Just before he passed Malcolm to Jess he gripped onto him a little tighter, refusing to leave his side. When he finally untangled himself from the 12 year old’s grip he took to wrapping himself around Jessica instead. The look on her face had him smiling for a week.

He has to find her, for Malcolm.

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Jessica’s throat feels raw from screaming when she wakes again. Her head cranes, searching for the sound that woke her. She spies someone lurking in the shadows and she almost relaxes.

“Can I have some water?” She gauges carefully. The shadow stops moving but he doesn’t speak. The radio doesn’t turn on either, so she continues. “What’s your name?”

“Shut up.” Just like she suspected, he sounds young. If she had to guess, he was no older than in his early 20s. “He’ll be back soon.”

“Why did you kill him?” She presses. He freezes again, she waits holding her breath for the answer.

“I was following orders.” Jessica takes a breath trying to quell the panic building in her. She tries to remember all of Malcolm’s talks about killers and the psychology that he often rambled about when he found a topic that particularly interested him. Right now it feels like all of it is escaping her, replaced with a voice screaming to run.

“Where did you take him?” She bites her bottom lip when he turns towards her slowly. The mask obscures all but his eyes and even the darkness of the room prevents her from entirely making out those.

“Where he could be found.” He almost sounds sad. She straightens up leaning forwards. Her head still aches but it’s no longer the piercing pain it was before.

“Who are you?” She asks again. “What do you want from me? Anything, ask for anything and I will get it to you. Money, a plane ticket, I could get you out if you help me.”

“He doesn’t want anything from you.” Her eyebrows furrow.

“What do you want?” He stops again. She thinks he might answer when the sliding of metal cuts them off.

“Why the hell didn’t you pick up?” She recognizes the voice from the radio. Anxiety grips her when she hears another, this one muffled. Her worst fear comes to fruition when the man drops another person into the chair across from her.

This one is older, salt and pepper hair falling in front of his eyes. His mouth is duct taped, one of their kidnappers leans over ripping it off harshly once his wrists are secured. “Please, where is Michael? I just want to know he’s ok.” He begs.

“Shut up!” The older one shouts.

“Where is he, please. I’ll give you anything just tell me where he is. I need to know he’s safe.” The sound of the slap resonates off the walls. She winces in sympathy as tears stream down the man’s face.

“Andrew Rankin,” The older man circles around him. “Father, husband, and cheater.” The man, Andrew, bows his head, his shoulders shaking with his cries.

“You don’t understand.” He sounds strained. “Where is Michael, please, tell me where my grandson is.”

“Jessica, I think you can sympathize with his poor wife. Afterall, isn’t that what you thought your husband was doing for months?” A lump forms in her throat. How the hell did he know that? Those videos were never released to the press. Not even Malcolm knew until just last year.

“We fixed things. Our marriage is stronger than it’s ever been, please.” The man begs.

“What’s your choice? His life or yours?” Andrew’s head snaps to her, panic in his eyes. She knows his fear, the fear of dying not knowing where your loved one is. When the junkyard killer took Malcolm she would’ve burnt the world down to find him. She swallows heavily, turning her head towards the older man.

“Tell him where his grandson is.” She demands.

The laugh booms off the walls sending ice down her spine. “You are in no place to be making demands Ms. Whitly. The sound of a gun cocking makes her straighten.

“Tell him where and I’ll make my choice.” Her voice doesn’t waver, it’s more confident than she feels. She can see the cheshire grin even through the mask. The gunshot is less expected, pain blossoming in her side where she was shot. The shout of pain is drowned out by the younger kidnapper’s protests. Her head spins, adrenaline making her heart race.

“I’m going to ask you one more time, his life or yours.” The gun cocks again.

“Kill me.” She relents. If anything, this man should have the chance to see his grandson again. She allows herself a moment of peace to imagine what a life like that would be like.

A little granddaughter with Ainsley’s blond curls and a grandson with Malcolm’s piercing eyes. The sound of small feet warming her home again, filling up the corners with rapturous laughter rather than the hollow silence of 23 killed.

Another shot breaks her fantasy.

A sob leaves her throat as the man in front of her goes limp. Her side aches with the movement. She can’t hear the two men arguing over the blood roaring in her ears. All she can see is the man in front of her, only wishing to know if his grandson was alive. He died without peace. He died without knowing.

She bows her head crying for yet another family she doesn’t even know. Her side screams with every shake but the tears don’t stop coming. She can’t seem to get enough air in her lungs, each breath shorter than the last. Even when the metal door slams shut again and the room is silent apart from her, they don’t stop.

She cries for the man, who died scared and alone. She cries for his children, losing their father in a violent and abrupt way for no good reason other than he was in the wrong place. She cries for the grandchild, she hopes against everything in her screaming otherwise that he was found and taken to the police. Simply lost in a park, not somewhere taken by these men.

The shaking only gets more violent as she thinks of her own family. Of Ainsley, with her normally perfectly groomed hair frayed and messy from late nights. Of Malcolm’s eyes hollow from lack of sleep. Of Gil, hunched over his desk searching for answers that aren’t there.

It’s not until she has no tears left, her eyes puffy and sore. A grim anger settles over her as she makes her decision. She’s going to get out of here and back to her family. No matter what she has to do.

#prodigal son #jessica whitly x gil arroyo #gil arroyo x jessica whitly #gil arroyo #jessica whitly #malcolm bright #prodigal son AU #kidnapping au #fanfic #find your way (back to me)#find your way (back to me) chapter three #notgonnarememberthis fics

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murdershegoat · 5 years

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nothing's sweeter than summertime and american honey

(written under the influence)

(also on ao3)

lena thinks she might be hallucinating, because there is no way kara danvers is skateboarding in the luthor family pool.

wait. go back a step.

why is the luthor family pool empty??

it’s the second last week of summer, and lena stands on the back porch, her arms now self-consciously folded across her half-naked body. she stares in confusion as kara danvers appears on one side of the pool and then promptly disappears, only to pop up at the other end moments later.

‘kara, can you quit it?’ comes a gruff, familiar voice. alex danvers from ap bio is fiddling with some pool equipment at the edge of the yard. ‘this is a huge job for dad and you’re gonna get us fired.’ neither girl has noticed lena yet, for which she is very thankful.

‘take a chill pill,’ comes kara’s reply. ‘you just wanna finish quickly so you can go see maggie.’

even from her distance, lena can see how red alex’s face goes. ‘shut up! we’re just friends.’

kara snorts. ‘sure, jt and britney are also “just friends.” just admit you like her.’

lena assumes they’re talking about maggie sawyer, who had transferred into alex’s grade late last year. alex grumbles something in response that isn’t a denial, and lena feels her heart soar. alex danvers is a l-- she likes girls?? lena bites her lip.

this summer has been a nightmare of loneliness, even more so than usual. her mother hasn’t been home in a month and lex had flown in yesterday and spent the day with her, only to fly out early this morning before she woke up. she’s spent the summer sending emails to her penpal jack, lazing by the pool, and clearing her search history of questionable googles. she’s also been grappling with a huge secret, something she can’t tell anybody (not that she has anybody to tell in the first place.) her secret is this: she really wants to kiss somebody. and that somebody happens to be in her grade. and that somebody happens to be a girl.

it happens to be the girl who is now skateboarding in the suspiciously empty luthor pool, the girl who’s impossibly smart and funny and kind. the only person at Midvale High who’s not seemingly shit scared of lena.

the realization has been haunting her all summer, refusing to give her a single moment of peace. and now, knowing that alex is, is also like she is, and hearing the way kara gently teases her about it... well, lena doesn’t feel as lonely anymore. she wants to say hello to the sisters, to ask alex a million questions and ask kara how her summer is going and if she wants to maybe, like, hang out together or something. but just the thought of either thing makes lena’s heart race uncomfortably fast and her mouth go all dry. she turns around and slams open the sliding glass door, but apparently she doesn’t know her own strength. as she steps into the doorway, the door ricochets against the the end of its track and bounces back, hitting her in the side of the head.

‘FUCK,’ she screams, before turning white and whirling around.

both danvers sisters are staring at her. kara looks concerned and alex looks livid.

‘yo, luthor,’ kara calls out. ‘you okay?’

lena wants to say yes, but then she feels something sticky on her temple, and brushes her hand against it.

great. she’s bleeding.

next thing she knows kara has her sitting on one of the deck chairs, and lena’s not sure if she’s got a concussion or if kara just looks extra.... phenomenal today. she’s wearing a basketball jersey and shorts and lena keeps catching glimpses of her sports bra. kara takes off her baseball cap and wipes her brow.

lena frowns. ‘you cut your hair.’

kara’s gorgeous long hair is no longer, instead it’s short around the sides with a messy tuft on top.

‘you don’t like it?’ kara asks, running her hand through it.

‘it looks... dope,’ she replies, immediately regretting her choice of words.

‘i did it out of solidarity with alex,’ kara says, grinning. ‘she wanted to get a buzz cut but she was a bit self conscious.’

alex comes back into view, carrying a first aid kit with her. her hair, too, is shorter than lena remembers it being. alex cleans up the side of lena’s head.

‘look, i don’t think you have a concussion, but you can hang out with kara and i while we finish the pool and i can keep an eye on you.’

‘alex is a junior EMT now,’ kara says proudly. ‘she’s also pretty much single handedly running our dad’s pool company this summer.’

right. the pool. that’s why they’re here.

‘why were you skateboarding in it?’ lena asks.

‘it won’t leave any marks,’ alex says quickly. ‘i promise. don’t worry about a thing.’

‘no,’ lena says, wincing as alex keeps prodding her tender head. ‘i mean, why is it empty in the first place?’

alex averts her eyes. ‘it was empty when we got here. we just gave it a scrub and an acid wash to get rid of some of the, uh, stains at the bottom.’

okay. lena thinks she knows what that means. and it also explains why lex left so early this morning. he fucking killed someone in the pool and needs to clean up after himself. fuck. she’s so damn stupid, thinking he’d actually come home to spend time with her. and she feels so embarrassed, having to explain how she’s used to her brother killing people so she’s not surprised or shocked by this.

kara lays a hand on her shoulder and smiles down at her. lena thinks she’s about to comfort her in some way, and she feels her heart start to race again.

‘can i grab something to eat?’ is what kara says instead, and lena’s face falls at the same time Alex whacks her sister’s arm.

‘kara, that’s unprofessional.’ but lena just smiles.

‘what do you want?’

///

lena didn’t think her day would be spent watching the danvers sisters fill her pool and eat sandwiches prepared by bertha the luthors’ cook, but here she is. kara sits on the grass across from lena, her toes digging into the green grass. she has what lena can only assume is a birkenstocks foot tan -- four fat white strips of skin on an otherwise perfectly browned body.

the pool is filling behind them, and alex sits on the other side of the yard, whispering into her cell phone.

‘how’s your summer been?’ kara asks with a mouthful of turkey sandwich.

‘quiet,’ lena replies. ‘my family’s been busy and not around much. i’ve hung out with our staff, but i don’t think it counts if they’re paid to spend time with you.’ she laughs, trying to detract from how sad it sounds. ‘how is yours?’

‘busy. my dad’s been, uh, he’s sick. so alex and i have been doing all the pool jobs. not much time to hang out with friends.’

‘and alex... she’s... with maggie sawyer?’

kara chokes on her sandwich.

swallowing painfully, she lowers her voice. ‘could you, like, not say anything? i was teasing her and she’s freaking out because she’s not sure if you heard anything or not and it’s still... new and our parents don’t really know and if the school finds out---’

‘don’t worry,’ lena assures her. ‘i won’t say a word.’ her chest swells at the way kara smiles gratefully and lena realises she’s an absolute goner, head over heels for someone who could never like her back. lena almost wants to tell her the truth. maybe it’s the sun beating down on them or the welcoming scratch of grass against her legs or the summer feeling that has finally settled over luthor mansion. but before she can say anything, alex calls out.

‘kara, come help me finish treating the water!’

///

‘it should be good for swimming after about twenty four hours,’ alex says, packing the last of their equipment into the truck. lena hands them both the envelope lex had left, plus a hefty tip for each of them.

‘we can’t accept this,’ kara says, shoving the notes back into lena’s hand. alex doesn’t follow suit.

‘don’t be dumb,’ lena rolls her eyes. ‘my brother left it here for you, and i don’t want it.’ she hands it back to kara, who pockets it angrily. alex looks pleased her sister’s conscience hasn’t cost her the cash.

they climb into the truck and it rumbles to life.

‘catch you later, luthor,’ alex says, giving her a little salute.

‘hey,’ lena says, before she can talk herself out of it. ‘did you guys wanna come hang out tomorrow? the pool’s all clean and it feels like it’s a waste if i’m the only one using it. and you can bring ma-- a friend, if you’d like,’ she directs the last part to just alex.

alex’s eyes bore straight through her, trying to size her up.

‘we should be finished work by the afternoon,’ she says finally. ‘we’ll see you then?’

lena grins. ‘awesome.’

///

the last few weeks of summer fly by with a new routine in place. the danvers sisters finish work in the early afternoon and make their way to lena’s house, picking up maggie on the way. they lounge around the pool and bertha makes them mountains of food and her husband michael teaches them how to barbecue and lena finally understands what summer is supposed to feel like.

alex and maggie give up whatever pretense they were holding onto a few days into the routine, holding hands and stealing kisses whenever they thought the others weren’t looking. kara pretends to be grossed out but lena sees the happy gleam in her eyes as she does so. she wonders if kara can see the wistful look in hers.

spending time with kara feels like a dream. she tries to teach lena how to skateboard on the long, winding driveway that leads up to the house. lena stands as rigid as can be on the board and kara holds onto her waist and guides her along, assuring her that she won’t fall, catching her when she inevitably does. in return, lena teaches kara the basics of fencing because kara seems oddly excited to learn, and it’s the only thing that lena can actually teach her. kara’s skill-set seems exhaustive and incredulous. it’s like she’s a superhero or something. after just a couple of afternoons of practice, she’s better than some of the people lena’s been fencing with for years.

kara, lena is learning, is impossibly great. like, she’s known that for years; they’ve been in the same homeroom for two years, and are in lots of other classes together. she’s seen kara’s brain in action, and her humor and her kindness. but now she’s learned of a different kara, one that isn’t always in a great mood, one that isn’t always trying to please people.

kara still has walls up, lena’s sure of it, but she’s letting lena into the inner fortress, one layer at a time. and in turn, lena welcomes kara into her own heart, desperate to know the girl, and in turn, be known by her.

///

‘you know i’m... i’m... gay, right?’

it’s the first time lena’s said it out loud, and the sound of it alone makes her feel warm and comfortable in a way she’s never imagined. it’s a few days before school goes back and they’re floating alone in the pool -- maggie and alex taking the afternoon for themselves. she doesn’t quite know why she’s telling kara; maybe it’s because she knows how accepting kara is of alex and maggie, maybe it’s because she needs kara to figure out her big, overwhelming feelings.

‘i didn’t know,’ kara says with a small smile. ‘but thank you for telling me. i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to tell me.’

‘nobody else knows,’ lena confesses. ‘i mean, i barely know. i only really figured it out earlier in the summer.’

‘what made you realise?’ kara asks, before shaking her head. ‘sorry. you don’t have to answer that.’

‘it’s okay... i just... i realised that the feelings i had for this girl felt more... urgent? than i’ve felt about people before? like, i needed to be near her in a way i don’t usually need to be around friends.’

‘what’s she like?’ kara asks, and lena blushes.

‘she’s beautiful. and she’s wickedly smart. i feel like she would’ve been a handful as a kid, but she’s learned how to balance out that recklessness a bit. and she makes me laugh a lot.’

‘she sounds great,’ kara says, and lena laughs.

‘you have no idea.’

a lull settles between them as they float side by side. the sun begins to disappear behind the woods at the back of the property, and with it goes the warmth of day.

‘you know...’ kara says. ‘alex told me she thought you were gay. said she got a vibe.’

‘really?’ lena doesn’t know if she should be embarrassed or scared or proud.

‘yeah. she also said something else.’

‘what’s that?’

kara leans forward, no longer floating on her back. lena does the same and faces her.

‘she said... she said she thinks you like me.’

lena wonders if drowning herself is a viable way to get out of this conversation. or maybe she can just... swim to the other side of the pool.

‘lena?’ kara prompts.

‘yes?’

‘is she. is alex. is she right?’

lena looks at the water, unable to meet kara’s eyes.

‘yes.’ she says, in an impossibly small voice.

kara closes the space between them. she rests a finger under lena’s chin and tilts her head up. lena bites her lip as she looks into kara’s annoyingly blue eyes.

and before she can register anything else, kara is kissing her. she tastes like chlorine and sunscreen and cola lipsmacker and lena has never tasted anything quite as good. lena’s hands find kara’s neck and kara’s find lena’s hips and they stay like that -- making out in the pool -- until the sun is no longer in the sky and they’re both just slightly shivering.

‘do you want,’ lena says, slightly breathless. ‘do you wanna maybe go up to my room?’

kara grins and kisses her again, chaste and quick. ‘can we stop by the kitchen first?’

#supercorp #lena luthor #kara danvers #supercorp fanfic #supergirl

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accioharry · 4 years

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find my way back to you | brightwell {post 1x19}

i call this "12am running with a theory to soothe my pain from last week's episode". please ignore any mistakes, i'm exhausted and not happy with the writing tense issues, but here we are. regardless, i hope you enjoy. the title and inspiration for this fic come from the song "find my way back" by eric arjes.

read here on ao3 | word count: 2k

He didn’t want to see her. He wanted to see anybody but her.

Trust was never in her vocabulary, and especially not in his, but Malcolm found himself on a mission to get Dani Powell to trust him from almost the day they met in the elevator with Gil. She was a case he wanted to solve, a mystery he wanted to know every single detail about. Something about her intrigued him and every day he felt as though he needed to know more. She was annoyed with him at first, and probably always is, but slowly, he caught her starting to open up, bit by bit. Once he saw that, he caught on to it and never wanted to let go.

Which is why as he sits handcuffed in the interrogation room, the same handcuffs she put on him an hour ago, he prays to whoever will listen that Gil or JT walk in the door because he physically can’t look at her right now. Not when he ruined everything he had worked so hard for. The silence in the room feels as though it is crushing him alive, and he doesn’t have the strength to fight back. His survival instincts aren’t kicking in anymore, and he realizes he’s not even a little upset about it.

He winces when the door opens because of course the universe is never done with him, and Dani walks in with a file in her arms. Her leather jacket is missing, presumably at her desk, and her long-sleeve gray shirt covers her fingers like mittens. She doesn’t even bother to look at him.

A defense mechanism, Malcolm notices. He feels his heart start to break even more. He had always considered Dani a friend, nothing more than that because he never let himself go to that point. He didn’t want to push her too far away by encouraging the idea of them ever being anything more in the distant future, but it looks like he did it anyway. How did he screw up without even trying?

She sits across from him, still avoiding his gaze, and Malcolm gives up to stare at the metal table he is handcuffed to. Dani had not said a single word to him since she muttered, “I’m sorry,�� as she handcuffed him in his apartment. What on earth could she be sorry for? She’s not the one who ruined the best thing that had ever happened to him simply by existing.

The two of them sit in silence for a moment before Dani softly slides the file across towards him. He’s seen enough interrogations to know how it works, knows he should get a lawyer, and stay quiet. He couldn’t convince her, let alone the team that he was being framed, and it seemed like everything he did would incriminate him more. His eyes widen to see Dani open the file, and it’s completely empty. He whips his head up to look at her. For the first time in his life, he has no idea what is going on. She stares back at him.

Her voice is soft, as though she is afraid to speak out loud. “We had to get you out of your apartment.”

He wants to joke with her to make her feel better, but he decides not to. “By arresting me?”

She nods. He notices the dark circles under her eyes, circles he hadn’t seen since the time she came to visit him in the hospital after Watkins. When was the last time she had slept, and how did he not notice? He answers his own question, the gut-wrenching memory of Eve’s body flooding his memories. He was so preoccupied with her murder, he didn’t pay attention to what was going on in his surroundings. It wasn’t like him to do that.

“Dani,” he starts, not missing how she doesn’t look him in the eye. “Please, you know I didn’t do this.”

She doesn’t answer him. If he thought losing Eve was painful, why does this hurt so much more? Why does Dani avoiding his gaze make him feel as though Watkins stabbed him all over again?

“Dani,” he pleads, “come on, you know I didn’t kill him!” It takes everything in him to not get mad at her. Dani is a detective and a damn good one at that. She looks at the evidence and makes her conclusions, just as he does. Her mind is already made up. For someone who spent his entire life avoiding emotional confrontations, he just wants to see her feel something. “Dani!”

“Stop,” she mutters, barely loud enough for him to hear, but he does. His posture changes, he goes into red alert because just as he did when they first met, he latched onto whatever she gave him, regardless of how small it was. “Not now.”

The way she says it implies there’s something more going on, but Malcolm can’t figure it out. Dani had always been good at putting up walls, but this was an entirely new side of her Malcolm had never seen before. A side he wanted to hold and keep safe from whatever demons hurt her in the past, but now? He was one of those demons, and he hated himself for it.

“You’re not telling me something,” he says after a moment of silence. He feels himself getting agitated.

“What, you’re going to profile me?” She scoffs. Her eyes narrow directly at him and she puts her elbows on the table. “This is already decided, Bright. We know what you did, I know what you did.”

“No you don’t!” He knows better than to argue with her, let alone the NYPD, but he was frustrated. For a profiler, for someone who knew every interrogation tactic back to front, he thought he was going to lose his own mind.

“Really?” Her demeanor changes suddenly, and Malcolm finds himself leaning back in his chair when she stands suddenly, kicking the chair back behind her as she leans towards him. “You didn’t kill him? Just like you didn’t shove Watkins in a box? Just like your Father didn’t kill those 23 young girls? You didn’t end up just like him?”

He wants to stand up and fight her, and he almost does. If it was anyone else, he would have. He feels the rage in his blood, for Dani to turn around and to use this against him, knowing how he spent his entire life fighting everyone’s opinions of him before they even met him. How he let himself believe Dani was the one thing in his life he hadn’t screwed up.

Wait a minute.

He holds her gaze for a moment as his brain does the rapid calculations. He remembers her demeanor when she came into the room, the sudden rage she had when she looked at him. He remembers sitting in the car with her, talking about the terrible movie that played in his head. He remembers the wedding, of working together nearly perfectly. He remembers her opening up about her undercover years, about her past. He remembers her soft smile when he admitted that she was the one he liked talking to. He remembers Dani, the woman who never judged him for his family, and the woman in front of him is not her.

He glances up at the camera in the corner of the room, at the window behind her where he knows Gil and JT are watching and listening to his every move. He glances down at Dani’s hands, one still covered by her sleeve. He looks at her face, noticing how her eyes keep blinking back what look very closely to be tears, tears she refuses to let fall.

“Okay,” he speaks slowly, cautiously. His brain remembers how Eve died, how she got too close to Endicott. How Endicott easily wove his way into the lives of his mother and his sister. “I didn’t do this.”

The door opens, JT and Gil enter the room swiftly. JT reaches to the camera on the wall before unplugging the power. Gil starts to undo Malcolm’s handcuffs.

“We’re good,” he says, and Dani collapses into the chair she stood from. She buries her head in her arms.

“Thank God,” she shivers, and Malcolm stands when his hands are free, shaking his wrists out.

“What the hell is going on?” He looks between the three of them.

“Your apartment was bugged, Endicott set you up for murder to get you off of his case. Your mom and Ainsley are on their way here,” JT speaks fast. “We didn’t know if the precinct was bugged, and we didn’t want to hold off on the interrogation while we checked because that could take a long time—”

“and Endicott would catch on if there were delays,” Malcolm nodded, his eyes never leaving Dani. “So you had to make it believable.”

Dani looks up at him then, and Malcolm realizes how drained she is from the past ten minutes. “You know I…we know you didn’t kill anyone.”

“Dani,” he wants to pull her into his arms to reassure her that he knows her, and knows she didn’t mean the words that came out of her mouth.

She shakes her head. “I need some air,” she leaves the interrogation room suddenly, and Malcolm immediately follows her into Gil’s office. She’s shaking, and her hand is running over her face repeatedly. She’s anxious, borderline terrified, and Malcolm recognizes it instantly.

“Can we talk here?” He looks around the room.

“The entire precinct is on lockdown, this place has been swept from top to bottom, we’re fine. I’m fine,” she goes to brush him off, but he’s faster and catches her wrist.

“Hey,” he tilts his head to the side, studying her with the amused look on his face that always earned an eye roll from her. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” she pulls her hand away from him. “Even if it wasn’t real, I should never have used your father against you—”

“Endicott would expect you too,” he cuts her off.

“Well, Endicott isn’t here—”

“You didn’t know that,” he cuts her off again. “Dani, I’m not hurt or mad at you. Please don’t think I am.”

When she meets his gaze, he visibly relaxes because he recognizes the eyes staring at him. Dani is back, his Dani, and for a moment he feels okay again.

“I just don’t want anything to happen,” she admits. Malcolm knows her walls are still up, but these are walls he’s worked through many times, and he’d do it a million more if it kept her in his life.

“You know we can’t promise that,” Malcolm says, and part of him still wonders if he’s technically under arrest, because if he’s been framed, what exactly does that mean for him? He shakes it off. “We’ll get through this Dani, just as we got through everything else thrown at us.”

“I’m not worried about that,” she chuckles softly, and Malcolm forces himself to not think about how much he loves her laugh. Now is not the time to reconsider the idea of being something more with her, someday. Not when he’s been arrested for murder.

“I just don’t like change,” she admits. “If we can’t prove you were set up…and Endicott somehow wins and you go to prison…” she trails off, which Malcolm had previously noticed she did when she did not want to finish a sentence that seemed personal.

“That’s fair, prison isn’t as glamourous as my father makes it look,” he shrugs, and Dani laughs for real at that. “I wouldn’t have my partner to keep me from being reckless either,” he laughs when Dani glares at him.

“I take it back, maybe prison would be good for you. It’d give me time to get my sanity back.”

“Haha,” he counters. “You’d miss me, you just won’t admit it.”

She walks past him to the door. “While you keep telling yourself that, I’m going to save your ass, again.” He laughs and watches her walk out the door before his face falls. “Wait, what do you mean again?!”

#my fics #prodigal son #brightwell #malcolm x dani #malcolm bright #dani powell #otp: the one i like talking to #brightwell fic #prodigal son fic #one shot #malcolm bright fic #prodigal son fox

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bathroombreaks · 4 years

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gg 1x01 rewatch

the questions are from @pynkhues, you can find them here.

1. What was your favourite scene of the episode? Tell us why!

oooh it’s def the scene where the girls are getting ready to rob fine & frugal. i just find it hilarious that they’re about to rob a store and they’re talking about how their kids are doing in school?? like, what absolute lunatics!! and i think it sets up their dynamic very well right from the beginning, idk. everyone’s always saying that the three girls have a very lived-in chemistry and i agree and i think you can feel it right from this first scene of them together

2. Was there any scene that missed the mark for you? And if so, how?

idk?? i’m very bad at reading and watching things critically, i’m very easy to please, i think?? and this ep just makes me pleased as punch!! but i guess that the scene with beth and amber, while funny, doesn’t really hit the mark for me?? idk, the way she’s framed as a “beautiful dummy” and not as much at fault as dean kind of irks me. i totally get that dean is the married one, but amber clearly knew he was married and somewhat regularly saw his wife, i don’t think she should really be absolved of that. and, idk, i don’t like that she basically got a prize for cheating - like, “here, you helped my husband cheat on me, so take some money to go live your dreams” is such a weird response?? beth was very scathing in the delivery and i get the point was for amber to be out of their lives but, like, still?? why not just tell dean he has to fire her?? this just further proves that beth is an idiot and an absolute lunatic, which we already knew

3. Let’s talk about the Big 6 Character Intros – Beth, Ruby, Annie, Dean, Stan, Rio. What did you think? What did you like? What did you dislike?

oooh i really liked all of them!!!

i absolutely love annie’s, it’s so fun with the car speeding and then with her banter with ben. i love the way they set up their dynamic right from the get go!!

and then ruby and stan’s intro was also amazing!! you get right away that they love each other so much and are so supportive of each other!! the way they both gesture when sara is talking about the women standing next to the men is so cute!!! i love it!!

rio’s is also amazing, he’s a snarky little bitch right from the get go and they really did a great job of also surprising us, thanks to the camera angle, and really driving home that he’s the boss.

i think the one i liked the least is actually beth and dean’s?? i mean, they do a good job of immediately letting you know that beth is the overworked mother and dean is the lazy, good-for-nothing husband - i mean, she’s running around, taking care of everything, and then he just strolls in and asks the kids to go to the car, without even having his tie done. but i think it’s a little misleading and i think it’s one of the reasons why the fandom (including myself) maybe has a harder time accepting beth staying with dean (aside from the fact that dean is a fucking asshole and he deserves nothing less than a horrible death, i mean)?? it really sticks in your mind this contempt she seems to have for him?? and, of course, then you get the flashback to beth getting waxed for him, and so you understand that they were maybe going through a bit of a rough patch but she wanted to work through it, but what sticks in your mind is that first scene, where she’s full of contempt, not even able of saying a perfunctory i love you back. and since they seem to want to drag out the boland marriage as much as possible, i think they kind of failed there.

4. Ruby tells Stan to fix the damn door! Is Stan an amazing handyman? A terrible one???

i think stan is anywhere from ok to amazing, they’re just so overworked that he hasn’t had time?? idk, paired with the fact that he says he’s pulling a double at the beginning of the ep and that it doesn’t seem to be a new or uncommon thing, it just reads to me like a thing he really does want to take care of at some point but hasn’t found the time to do yet

5. Do you think Beth, Ruby or Annie had a way out of their individual financial situations that didn’t involve crime?

in short: nope. in long:

ruby and stan are desperate. they mention stan’s parents at some point, but i assume they just don’t have the money to help them?? and, i mean, they’re both working double shifts and they mention that they’ve had their gofundme page up for years. i think if they had any other way they absolutely would’ve already taken it, for sara’s sake.

we can assume from the flashbacks we get in 2x08 that annie and beth didn’t have as stable a home life as all that. i assume that either their parents are both now dead or they just have no communication with them. either way, they don’t have them as a safety net.

when it comes to annie, she’s working a minimum wage job, driving a very shitty car and her kid’s laptop has been broken for a month without her being notified, because said kid knows they don’t have the money to get a knew one. she does ask for help from the richest person the girls know later (that’s how i think they phrased?? i’m pretty sure), her ex, who promptly says no. so, yeah, it’s safe to say she doesn’t have a way out of her financial situation either.

and, in regards to beth, i think she would absolutely help ruby (and annie) if she could. so the fact that she doesn’t, paired with the fact that we get mentions later that this is not the first time dean has managed to basically bankrupt the car dealership, makes me assume that either the bolands were living close to paycheck to paycheck, but stable enough that she didn’t worry, or that she did think they had some spare money and did give that to them when she could?? because i don’t see how she would not give ruby the money for sara, if she thought she had it, especially when she does it later in the season.

so, no, i don’t really think any of the girls had safety nets or ways to get out of their financial situation. except for beth. she could’ve gotten a job. i know it would’ve been hard because of her lack of work experience, but she could’ve at least tried instead of immediately jumping to robbery!!

6. Is Beth’s backsplash dope? Or was Rio just being a dick??

both!! i mean, i personally like the backsplash, but rio was absolutely just being an asshole, whether or not he did believe it was dope had nothing to do with it.

7. Five major story locations were set up this episode – Ruby’s house, Beth’s house, Annie’s apartment, as well as Fine & Frugal and Boland Motors. Was there anything that jumped out for you about these locations in this episode? Do you think that they were well established given what happens in each across the course of the series?

ok so i don’t know enough about like tv shows and storylines and all that stuff to answer this, i’m sorry. but, like, i think it’s very cool that fine & frugal is robbed in the first and last episodes of season 1, it’s a fun full-circle type of thing, and i love that we’re introduced to boland motors via dean’s affair and beth’s destruction of it because it’s something that permeates the place throughout the whole time?? i mean, beth later “borrows“ one of the cars, rio smashes the corvette because of beth, it gets raided by the fbi because of beth’s illegal activities - beth is always destroying it, even when she’s not literally destroying something like in that first episode. and in season 2 we have beth fully realising just how deep dean’s betrayal was in the middle of the boland motors showroom. both of those things are always there!! it’s cool. and saying that, i mean, they kind of went the same route with boland bubbles, if you think about it?? we get dean cheating on her there, her fully realising how deep his betrayal is via gayle’s comments and then her clearly robbing the place?? boland bubbles really is just a continuation of boland motors

8. We met lots of supporting characters this episode too – in particular Boomer, Baby Tyler, Amber and Greg. Based off of what we saw of them in this episode, pick one, and tell us what you think!

i love baby tyler and amber!! i love that we’re introduced to baby tyler being all smiley and y’know a little bit ridiculous eating ice cream while on the job and maybe obviously inept because of it. and maybe you expect him to not do anything during the robbery because of that but then he really tries?? he thinks he’s facing off with 3 armed criminals and he really goes for it, he doesn’t cower like boomer!! he’s adorable!! and amber i already talked about and i know i was a bit harsh but i really do love her!! her oblivious comments are gold.

9. Screenshot and/or tell us about your favourite character look~ this episode.

frankly, this ep doesn’t really have any stand out looks for me?? the one exception is annie’s outfit when she picks up ben in the porsche. you can really tell how happy she is that she could one up nancy, that she’s proud of herself because she’s gonna get to give ben the laptop he needs.

10. This episode gives us some sharp character notes on Beth, Ruby and Annie – from Beth’s capacity for violence to Ruby’s visceral anger around being ignored, particularly when it comes to her daughter’s wellbeing, to Annie’s tendency to run a mile when given an inch. Is there a moment that stood out to you, particularly in light of future seasons?

ohhh i mean, there’s something to be said about beth’s capacity for violence uh? she keeps refusing to acknowledge it, because that doesn’t fit her stepford wife without a pulse image as annie calls it, but it’s always there - she’s always ready to blow up and throw some keys at your face. and ruby’s response to being ignored kind of screws her over?? she was very lucky jt only wanted her address for his nephew and didn’t become a second mary pat. idk, i’m sorry. like i said, not very good at critical thinking.

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