#ok maybe I can convince someone in my family to move with me :/

[sugdenlovesdingle]

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Tommy comes over and accidentally interrupts Uncle Buck time.

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"Ok Jee, these need to cool off while the other batch is in the oven." Buck told his niece, putting their freshly baked cookies onto a wire cooling rack. He grabbed her hand and moved it away when she tried to grab one. "No, no, these are hot. You'll burn yourself. It'll hurt. Ouchie."

The girl tucked her hands against her chest and warily eyed the rack.

"They'll be cool enough to eat in a little while." he promised her. "And we can make the chocolate chip ones while we wait for the snickerdoodles to cool off."

"With extra chips!" Jee announced happily.

"Sure. Why not. We can even make some more so you can take them home with you when mommy and daddy come pick you up." Buck suggested. "And maybe some banana bread too..." he mumbled more to himself than to Jee.

He flicked through the cookbook he'd bought so he wouldn't have to look up recipes on his phone (and he'd be less tempted to check his text thread with Tommy) to find the right page, while Jee pointed out all of the other things she wanted to make.

"And this!" Jee pointed at a picture of a cake that looked like something out of a professional bakery and way above his skill level.

It was perfect. A complicated recipe meant his brain had no time go over that last conversation with Tommy again to try and figure out how and where he'd screwed up so spectacularly.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Buck glanced at the clock on the oven, but it wasn't anywhere near the time he expected Maddie and Chim to be back.

He quickly wiped his hands on his apron, deposited Jee on the sofa with the cookbook and rushed to open the door.

He expected to maybe find one of his neighbours on the other side, or someone trying to convince him to donate to some charity.

"Tommy?"

The other man looked about as well as he felt. Dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, and the same three day stubble that was currently on his own face.

"Hey... Uhm... I did text... And call... But you didn't reply."

"Oh uh... Yeah my uh phone is on silent..."

Tommy nodded, fiddling with the zipper on his jacket.

"C-can we talk?" Tommy stammered and Buck realised he was nervous. Cool and collected Tommy Kinard was nervous about talking to him.

Before Buck got the chance to answer, a loud beeping came from the kitchen and Jee excitedly ran up to the island.

"Uncle Buck! It's done!"

"Oh... Is this a bad time?"

"Uhm..." Buck desperately wanted to talk to Tommy, but at the same time he had to keep an eye on Jee and their baking adventures. "Just... Come on in. Close the door behind you." he rushed over to the kitchen to shut off the timer and check the cookies.

"I can just go... If I'm interrupting your time with your family..."

"No, it's fine. Stay. Please. We're baking. You can help." Buck said, almost pleading. "And when the sugar rush wears off and she's down for the count, we can talk."

"Ok." Tommy nodded and took off his jacket, hanging it on the hook by the door that had practically been his the past six months. Only this time there was no Air Ops uniform jacket next to it or a duffle on the floor.

"Jee, this is my friend Tommy, he's coming to help us." Buck announced as he took another batch of cookies out of the oven.

"Is that ok?" Tommy asked Jee, looking like he was afraid of her answer.

"We're making chocolate chip cookies." the girl told him like she was explaining the mysteries of the world. "With extra chips."

"Oh. Ok. Can I help with that?"

"Tommy is very good at baking." Buck told Jee. "Maybe he'll help us make that cake we found too."

"Sure. Just tell me what to do." Tommy said and Buck saw the exact moment the mask went on again. There was a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes and a fake cheery tone in his voice. "I'm happy to help where I can."

The three of them went to work and soon almost every available surface of the loft was covered in cooling cookies or ones ready to go into the oven.

Tommy had started to relax a little but there was still a tension to his shoulders Buck didn't like.

When he took the last batch of cookies out of the oven some time later, Jee was already out cold in the armchair and Tommy was sitting at the island with an almost perfect posture, like he was back in the army.

In the exact same place he'd sat when he'd broken both their hearts.

"So... That's the last of it." Buck wiped his hands on his apron before taking it off. "Maddie and Chim won't be back until 10... so we've got two hours."

Tommy nodded.

"Don't you want to clean up first? I can help." he offered but Buck shook his head and sat down too.

Somewhere in the back of his mind the irony of them being in the exact same place as when Tommy ended things between them did register, but he quickly pushed that thought away.

"No. Clean up can wait. I want answers." he looked Tommy in the eye. "I want to know why my boyfriend dumped me instead of telling me I was moving too fast and I freaked him out."

"I... I... I'm sorry." Tommy said eventually. "I did what I thought was best."

"For who? For me? For you? Because I haven't been doing so great these past few weeks."

"Neither have I..." Tommy admitted quietly.

"Then why did you do it? Why did you dump me?"

"I just... I'm not the last person kind of guy. People don't stay with me. I'm ok for a while... Until they get a better offer. I'm never anyone's mister right, only mister right now."

Buck frowned.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"That you're going to find someone you're going to want to settle down with and that someone is not me. And that... that hurts... but it's better to rip the band aid off now than 6 months or a year or maybe even longer if I'm lucky down the line. "

"What makes you so sure I'm going to meet someone else?"

Tommy gave him a sad smile.

"Because that's the way it always goes. It's fun for a while and then you meet the person you're meant to be with."

"What makes you think I haven't already met him?"

"Evan..."

"Don't Evan me." he took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts. He wanted to get this right. Make Tommy see he was serious. "I miss you." he started "You said you couldn't be my first and my last but I think you can. I want you to be. Ever since that first time you kissed me, I've felt more free and alive and... complete... than I ever have."

"Evan..." Tommy started again but Buck held up a hand to stop him.

"Just... let me get this out." he paused for a second "I'm a grown man, Tommy. I'm not some teenager with a crush who doesn't know what he wants. I've slept around plenty over the years... But I stopped doing that because it didn't make me happy. I wanted someone to come home to. Someone I could introduce to my friends and family. Someone who would listen to me talk about my day and tell me about theirs. Someone I could just be myself with. Who wouldn't get annoyed about my internet deep dives or if I had to cancel date night because I was too tired after a shift. "

"And you deserve that... And... And I hope you find that person."

"I already have." he grabbed Tommy's hands. "It's you. You know most of my friends and family, you've even already met my parents." he grinned, thinking back to Maddie and Chim's wedding day in the hospital. "You know the job, you even used to work at the same firehouse."

"That doesn't mean I'm good for you. Or good enough."

"Can I be the one to decide that?"

"I... I... what? I... of course... but..."

"Everyone keeps making decisions for me. Including you."

"I'm sorry..."

"No." Buck shook his head "I should stand up for myself more. Go after what I want."

"And what is it you want?" Tommy asked, trying not to get his hopes up.

"You." Buck said simply and leaned forward to kiss him, happy when Tommy didn't pull away or try to stop him. "I want you. All of you."

"I want that too but..."

"No buts. Whatever problem you think there is... we can work it out. I think what we have is worth fighting for, don't you?"

"I... Yes... Yeah it is..."

"But?"

"I'm kind of terrified." Tommy admitted. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've never been in a relationship where I fell so hard so fast... And that scared the hell out of me."

"That's ok. I can be brave for the both of us for now." Buck told him and kissed him again, just because he could. "But promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Next time I move too fast or say something dumb that makes you freak out... talk to me instead of running away?"

Tommy took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.

"Ok. I promise."

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[invece-sto-sdraiato]

Okay. Um so. Finally I got the selection letter for that college I’ve been wanting to get in. But i got a seat for civil engineering. Which was my third option. Are there seriously THAT many people who got mechanical before me?? How?? My second option was ECE which is totally out of the question since almost 70% of all the people came for that one.

Help why are my hands trembling :(

[marianasue]

for sydcarmy truthers , a similar situation I shared with carmy .

Before , I discover this beautiful fandom , I watched the bear as someone who knows nothing about its plot , and I had no idea about what´s going on in the show , but when I finished watching it , first thing I said at that time : ´´something too deep is going on between syd and carm ´´

and carmen story with claire , reminds me of myself and a boy who is a friend to me , and maybe if you know my story , you can have a real exemple about how carmy is feeling . I hope you all understand it :

I´m the yougest girl in my family , and all the focus was on me , so my parents protectiviness and awarness grew more complicated trough time , and it becomes a real probleme and because of it , I was a shy kid , and I was bullied in school , I didn´´t have any interest in the education , I was and I still fond of art and I spent my time is school , just drawing .I really wanted to have friends , many friends , but I pretended to be someone else , just to attract people and I never liked it . so during high school , everybody loved a boy , he was handsome , nice , intelligent , he was really every girl´s dream and of course he was our neighbour and my family know him . he was alway there for me , he was very nice to me , he was always sitting behind me , his over protectiviness and social personnality always reminded me of my dad and mom , I felt like he was controlling me , even everybody was trying to convince me that he was more than a friend

and this is really annoying because he was the opposite of me and he was good to everyone .

so time passed , and everybody are still believing that he is my boyfriend , he is now a doctor , and I´m still studying art because I stopped my education after high school and I have returned just last year .

we still seeing each other , he was the same person I knew but this is what happened : he confessed , that he loved since we were at high school and he wants to be with me , so I just said to myself : it´s ok mary , just try , he is your first crush , ´´ and oneday we went to a dinner with his friends , and I had a panic attack , they were asking me how we met , and how he is popular and loved in the hospital , and they were saying that I´m lucky and he didn´t say anything about me to them , he was just watching me panicking and he knew that I have problemes in communication and social events and I find myself pretending to be out of my personnality again . after that , the feelings that I had were very bad , you feel like you´re just stupid person , and you don´t deserve a good thing . He is and was a pressure to me , I didn´t feel peace with him , we didn´t have the same dreams , he was always seeing me as the little shy mary , he still has that picture of me .

so , I decided to end everything and confortting him about how I feel and I discovered that he is not the right person because during the argument , he wanted to convince me that I´m the wrong person , like nobody made me feel shitty , it was all myself , and we just end up like we are just friends .

I moved on from my family house , and I´m studying the thing I love , I´m working in a coffe shop and I have good friends toward me , and I´m acceptting a new love now , someone I´m really greatful to have him , someone understands me .

that´s why I was really attached to the bear and carmy , I know what does it mean to live in a complicated family and have someone like claire in your life .

carmy just need to move on and forgive his past and all the people around him and of course accepts a new love to his life , like I did and many people must do .

I just wanted to share my story and say : not every perfect person is perfect to you . he may be loved by everybody but not by you .

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Paring: Tobias Forge & Reader

Warnings: suicidal thoughts/intentions, mention of death

“I eh, I understand these emotions and thoughts are hard to have.” He said, a comforting hand on the small of my back as he sat down on the wet concrete curb of the road.

I sniffle, trying not to cry at the kind gesture, “It’s ok, you don’t have to stay out here and convince me everything is sunshine and rainbows.” Three or four tears run down my raw cheeks as I simply blink

“Nothing is sunshine and rainbows,” he says as he gently starts moving his hand in a circular motion, his presence alone is soothing. Maybe being a family guy is why he’s so kind, and being the ‘Big Boss’ so firm and honest. It’s a good mix for a guy like him.

I look at the cigarette in my hand as the burning ember falls off and goes cold as it lands on the cool pavement that’s just barely wet from whatever rain or sewer leaked from outside the hotel at this time.

The street light highlighted our faces like we wore clown makeup, but to think about it, it is silly that such a sophisticated man would sit outside in the cold just to comfort a hired musician.

Laughs echo from inside the building, and warm light pools out of the windows decorated for whatever season it was supposed to be

I cry softly, putting a hand on my forehead. I want him to go inside because I don’t want him to spoil and rot like every other gram of happiness or joy that has been near me. “A black hole is what I am, I don’t want to swallow anyone who already hasn’t been.” I crow as the continued sound of joy hurts my heart.

“I’m not a scientist but black holes create new matter like planets do they not? So maybe we’re all just the aftermath of someone like you.” He says softly, I hear the exhaustion of the day in his sweet voice as he tries to cheer me up.

“I can’t do it.” I simply say as I hide my face in my knees as my cheeks fill with air and I stop myself from letting out a loud cry.

“Yes you can,” he says as he scoots closer to me, I know he’s not a therapy friend but just like before his fatherly and leading nature makes him simply incredible to be around. “You can because I did, and I know nobody wants to be compared to others but we are constantly changing”

I sigh heavily, “Except you mean something, your are worth something, and you have millions of fans and undying love from people. You’ve saved people's lives.” I say

“Yes but..” he thinks for a moment, “I mean it wasn’t too long ago I was just picking up a phone for money and doodling logos on napkins.”

I look up at him with puffy red eyes.

“I was In the same position when I felt all alone and helpless when someone very close to me passed away suddenly. I know how it feels to be at the bottomless pit of nothing” he said as he rested his elbows on his knees.

I wipe my nose on my sleeve, “I just…”

“You just need something or someone to keep you going,” He looks at me and flashes a smile.

“I already have one, thank you, I guess I should’ve said,” I say as more tears roll down my cheeks.

“For what? I told you I don’t mind coming out here, it’s because your my friend, band mate and I ca-“ he tries to finish before I cut him off, “for saving me, your truly the nicest and most understanding person ever.” I start to sob.

His face softens and he wraps me in a tight yet delicate hug, “I’m sorry you needed saving.”

I try not to get snot or tears on the back of his jacket as I melt into it, “thank you”

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 7

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"Excuse me, can you help me with... Daniela?"

"Mason?" I say, the books on my arms almost falling to the floor. "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I work here. I thought I had told you about it."

"Yes, you did. But you didn’t say where exactly."

"Oh, so my sister didn’t tell you about it when she also told you about our holidays?"

"I'm sorry about that."

"Whatever" I say. After confessing all my feelings for Mason and crying my eyes out, Monica also confessed that she had told him about Portugal and the restaurant, that she had convinced him to take his family there. Us bumping into each other, hadn't been a coincidence. She had planned it all, and look how it ended.

"I promise this has been just a coincidence. I was doing a Nike event at their shop, and my agent told me there was a bookshop close by."

"So that's why all those teenage girls were queueing when I arrived earlier. They were there for you."

"Yeah" he smiles, that dimple of his showing and making me feel something on my stomach. Something I hadn't felt for the past six months. But no. That's not it. I’m over him and this is just that I am hungry. I didn't eat much for breakfast, and that's what I'm feeling. Nothing else. "So, can you help me find some books or not?"

"I guess I can" I sigh, putting the ones I was holding back where they belong. "What do you need?"

"Something for my nephew and my nieces. They are all coming over for Christmas."

"How old were they? I know you told me but I can’t remember."

"Six, five and four."

"What do they like?"

"The three of them are obsessed with dinosaurs for some reason. Anything Disney too. And they love painting, they could be entertained with that for hours."

"Ok, follow me."

"How long have you been working here?" Mason asks while we move through the shop.

"A couple of years."

"And do you like it?"

"I do, yes. I've always loved books, and for years I said I wanted to open my own bookshop with maybe a coffee shop and some cats."

"You never mentioned it when we talked. Only that you loved cats" he chuckles.

"I am a cat lady, yes. Is there a problem with that?" I say, giving him a book.

"No, not all. It actually fits you. Liking cats, I mean. You are like them."

"What do you mean?"

"Well... They look all soft on the outside but can bite, and you are the opposite. You look like you can bite, but are a softie on the inside. And then you also have some issues trusting people when you first meet them, but if someone manages to get through all that and earn your trust, you happen to be the loveliest person. There will be moments when you will pull out your claws to defend yourself because that's just who you are, but when you love someone, you do it unconditionally."

"That's... That's..." That's true. That's me. He's gotten it right. How can he know me so well?

"Lost your words? Maybe because I'm right?" he asks with a cheeky smile.

"No, I have not lost them. And no, you aren't right."

"The colour of your face says otherwise."

"Do you want me to call one of my coworkers to help you with this? I think there is a girl who happens to like you, God knows why."

"There is no need, I'll behave."

"You better" I say, putting two more books on his arms.

"More?" he asks.

"Oh, c'mon Mount. They are for your family and you have the money to pay for them. Better waste it on this that on whatever you are wearing right now."

"Oh, I had missed hearing you say that you hate my clothes" he laughs.

"Your girlfriend doesn't do it?"

"She doesn't" he says, his smile disappearing from his face.

"Well, it was expected. She's dating you, you have to be blind to do it."

"Yeah" he murmurs.

"Everything ok?"

"Yes, don't worry. More books?"

"More books" I say, moving to another bookcase, but still thinking about how his face changed when I mentioned his girlfriend.

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"They are gonna love them. Thank you very much, Daniela."

"Just doing my job" I say while I finish wrapping the last book.

"How is your family doing? I haven't asked."

"Good, good. Same as always. Though I think Lola has a new crush."

"She doesn't like me anymore?"

"She still does, but I think she currently likes your bff a lot more. And I don't blame her, he's hot."

"My bff? Do you mean Dec?"

"Yep."

"Oh, wow. The betrayal. From both of you."

"Sorry" I shrug. "But can I... Can I ask you a favour?"

"Wait, wait, wait. You... Are asking me... A favour? It's a Christmas miracle!" he laughs.

"Shut up, Mount. It's for Lola, not me."

"Ok, I'm listening."

"I've been looking for tickets for your Boxing Day game everywhere because it is against West Ham, but they are expensive as hell. Could you..."

"Get you some?" he asks with a stupid grin.

"Yes."

"I can. But on one condition."

"What" I say, rolling my eyes.

"You have to come to the game. Maybe wear my shirt if you still have it."

"I still have it."

"You do?"

"Yeah. It's somewhere at the back of my wardrobe, but I still have it."

"Great. Then you have to come to the game and wear it."

"Is it necessary?"

"It is. Do we have a deal?" he says, offering me his hand.

"I guess we do" I say, shaking it and feeling goosebumps all over my arm. But I'm getting goosebumps because I'm cold. Someone opened the door, and this reaction is because the cold came in. Nothing else.

"I'll text you when I get them."

"You still have my number?" I ask. "I thought that after what happened at the restaurant..."

"I tried do delete it more than once, but... I don't know" he shrugs. "I just couldn't do it. What about you?"

"Uh?"

"Do you still have my number."

"I do" I confess. I've also tried to delete it a few times, but I haven't been able to. There was something stopping me.

"Mason, it's time to go" a man says behind him.

"Yes, yes. Thank you very much for your help, I'll keep you updated about the tickets."

"Thank you" I say.

"Merry Christmas, Daniela."

"Merry Christmas, Mason."

[weebsinstash]

Something that has been on my mind throughout this whole Yandere! Miguel O’Hara, is the idea of a Spider-Girl Gabriella O’Hara in another reality that lost her dad in that reality, her canon event, that made her become Spider-Girl, and Miguel (Earth-928B) becoming a Yandere parent. He lost his baby girl once, he’s not going to loose her again.

The problem with that in of terms of like me writing is, I prefer when the focus of my stories is the reader insert character and that would kind of be basically sort of making an OC just about, but I've definitely thought about like, yandere Miguel and friends looking after a Reader who may be still growing up or, Miguel is in his 30s or 40s so even a Reader in their 20s can still be a sort of student with him (I'm 26 ok let me live, I'm still considered young right 🥺🥺🥺 I need to be someone's baby girl too 🥺🥺🥺)

I keep gravitating back to "Miguel who lost his wife and child x reader who was spiderwoman 2099 who lost her Miguel and child and both of you did the whole tried to replace my family thing" and also like, imagine Miguel bonding with you because you can relate to his experiences more personally and intimately than anyone else and one day a second Miguel shows up and unlike "the main one" MiguelDos DID have a version of you as a partner and he's trying to convince you to come home with him. Like imagine your Miguel is so incredibly attached and protective of you and he sees you're spending a suspicious amount of time with the new version of him and, yeah he's jealous, but he's worried about potential consequences so he goes to talk to you and before he can, you start first, "Miguel, the other you has to go, he wants me to try and break canon and go home with him and--"

Miguel just being absolutely furious (not with you, never you) because you've been through a horribly traumatic experience and it is so strong and brave that you're still going (he would know, he's doing the same thing too) and now some copycat asshole is trying to sway you? Take you away? Miguel hears you say "he thinks because I don't have a home universe anymore that I exist outside my own canon and that I could come to his home universe and he wants a baby" and Miguel just sees RED

Maybe he even starts checking security footage and he can see that like, yeah Miguel2 has some sort of genuine affection for you but it's obvious he is also loakey manipulating you, trying to get you drunk and in bed, getting you tipsy to try and convince you to come with him, shit could you imagine Miguel 1 bursting into his/your shared office to see Miguel 2 basically trying to peel your clothes off while you're barely coherent if not outright unconscious

He'll beat the bastard bloody is what he'll do. Miguel had definitely developed his own obsession for you but for some random loser to be actively trying to use your pain for his own benefit, to try and BREAK CANON and kill everyone just to be selfish? He knows wanting to, but he's glad you came to him, trusting him enough to look up at him with tears in your eyes, "please, I can't take him being here, he's saying too much, he wants too much from me" because he knows it hurts, he doesn't know what to do if a carbon copy of his wife showed up begging for his love (although the more time he spends with you, the less he finds himself thinking about her and more about you)

Reader 2099 being devastated because since she lives in Miguel's dimension now but isn't FROM there she doesn't really have any documentation so she can't even try and adopt. Miguel realizing that, hey, maybe that other him of his had a point, maybe there IS a purpose for you becoming attached to Nueva York. It's not like moving on after a canon event is inherently changing one. Since he's already lost his daughter, and can't take someone else's, could he... make his own? But what if it breaks canon somehow? But the more he thinks about ìt and the more he gets closer to you the more he wants a fat chubby little baby of his own so fucking bad and he's just about ready to take a leap of faith with you and test this theory out

But yeah like, apparently the Spiderman canon events typically happen as teenagers so I've also thought of,you know, Reader being where they are in the template, a bullied high school kid with social isolation and issues at home. Miguel just minding his own business when a little birdy/spider whispers in his ear that "the new kid he's been looking after needs some help" and he goes to see and you're just sniffling and crying with a black eye because there are bullies at school. Or even worse, your black eye is from some attempt at a relationship, and you brush it off "oh no, they just lost their temper, it's MY fault they got so mad" and Miguel knows you don't have proper parental figures and he essentially adopts you. Miguel being especially weak to a female teen Reader though because, gosh, he wonders what his daughter would be like at your age, would the two of you have been friends, it's almost like helping to raise you helps heal the trauma of losing his little girl.

You have a Spanish class you struggle with and you're shyly asking Miguel, just offhandedly, "hey as a bilingual speaker do you have any tips 🥺 I'm really struggling and I feel dumb" and suddenly here's 'Tio Miguel' to help you. Any Spiders from your age group think they can make a move on you, they're mistaken and greeted by a towering glowering fatherly figure, and god forbid if he finds an older man being creepy with you, he will all but throw them into traffic

God this man has infested my brain so bad, I'm literally taking a t break from weed for like a week so I can treat myself by going to the ATSV in theaters since I've been so stressed and money finally isn't as tight and. Hhhhh I want to see a pretty movie with hot people and good music on the big screen 😩🥵❤️ by all means keep bugging me with any ideas or questions or feedback about ideas because I'm getting lost in the yandere spiderverse sauce

[wri0thesley]

nat oml this thought has been plaguing me for AGES

ok i dont have a lot of time atm to write a full brainrot for this, but what are your thoughts on the ragnvindrs + the quote "it runs in the family"?

like, adelinde and elzer are implied to have already served the ragnvindrs for a long time, right? what if crepus himself was a yandere, who kept his beautiful wife locked away inside his mansion and hushed the city (and swiftly maneuvered around her powerful friends) when they started looking for her? it's kinda weird that we don't see any keepsakes/paintings or any sign of her in dawn winery or hear anyone talk about her like they sometimes do about crepus, and i don't think diluc had a bad relationship with her. so what if the reason why we don't know what she looks/was like is because crepus (just like diluc in my other yan!diluc ask) hid her away from the world and burned most of her paper trails?

how do you think adelinde and elzer felt when they watched their former master go from a respectable and virtuous man to... that? watching his descent into obsession and madness couldn't have been good for either of them, and maybe it's those years spent doing all they can to keep the lady of the house ("a rumored member of the hexenzirkel, if you could believe it." "well, our master has always been quite ambitious.") from escaping and throwing any interested parties off their master's trail that might have formed some of their shadier hobbies and skills. it's difficult to say if the guilt still lives in them even after all this time, but conflict has become an integral part of their characters now. they know that what they did was wrong, that they were essentially accomplices to multiple crimes, but as servants to the ragnvindr household (as head maid and head butler, respectively), their duty comes before everything.

and what do you think they'd feel once they recognize their old master in the way diluc and kaeya move now?

oh i LOVE this . . . ahh. i actually really love adelinde as a kind of 'enabler' to diluc; you know, the young master really deserves something to call his own, so if the situation calls for it adelinde is more than willing to be a helping hand watching over darling, ensuring they are safe, reminding them that their life could be so much worse and they are lucky to be diluc's - and in a situation like this? where perhaps she has even convinced herself she is in the right? master crepus, after all, was a greatly revered and respected man and diluc does still wish to make him proud, so--

and it also gives an entirely new meaning to diluc's character stories and the way he loved hearing "that's my boy", too. of course he'd follow in his father's footsteps! crepus would be proud. crepus would understand why diluc does what he does, would happily indulge diluc's saviour complex where his darling is concerned--

and though kaeya might make snide comments occasionally, off-the-cuff remarks that only someone who knew everything about the ragnvindr clan would truly understand . . . the fact is, if he were in the same position, he would do exactly the same. kaeya admired his adoptive father just as much as diluc did; and if it worked for crepus . . . well. who is kaeya to deny that the thought of having someone who was just his - who could never abandon him, who would be there for him through everything - is appealing in a thousand different ways.

if he needs to use dawn winery for such purposes in the future . . . better to let diluc get on with it for now. perhaps their darlings might even be friends. who knows if a little companionship might keep them sweet.

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Shock

Words: 1064

Pairing: Greg Sanders x Reader

A/N: I moved again today so things are hectic again...

Request: Can I request something where Greg saves the reader? Maybe she's being held at gunpoint and he gets there just in time and shoots the other person? - Anon

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“Put the gun down.” you pleaded. “Why should I?” the woman was clearly distressed.

You tried to push yourself up into a better sitting position but she threatened you with the gun again.

“I’m here to help. We’re looking for Bobby, we need to take him in.”

“Bobby? Bobby didn’t do anything.” her eyes hardened.

“We just want to talk to him.”

“Bobby isn’t capable of killing Ethan.” she spat out “He would never dream of it either.”

“We just want to talk. To clear this mess up alright? Just let me-”

“Let you do what huh? Take my innocent son away from me? Ethan was messing up his life. Taking him down the wrong route.”

“Miss Taylor-”

“Shut up!” she took a step towards you again. “He was a little shit alright? His family is scum and he was trying to make Bobby head down the same path as him. Someone had to step in and protect Bobby. My Bobby.”

She came closer now “and you’re the one who wants to take Bobby. I can’t let that happen.”

“We don’t think he did it.” you tried to reason

“I don’t care!” she screamed

Closing your eyes you turned your head away, knowing what was to come. A bang ran out through the air and you felt a weight on top of you but no pain. Opening your eyes Miss Taylors' body was on top of yours

Greg rushed forward and pulled the body off of you, he’d had to make the split-second decision and knew he’d made the right one. He’d overheard the last part of the conversation and bolted down the hall when he’d heard the scream. As soon as he saw the gun he knew he only had one choice. He hated drawing his gun, hated firing it even more but he had to.

“Y/N are you ok?”

You nodded in shock and stared at Miss Taylor.

Morgan was running into the room now, an officer with her as Greg reported into his radio what had happened.

“Greg-”

The man looked at Morgan and the officer “I’ve got her.”

The woman nodded understandingly grabbing a bag from your nearby case she opened it towards Greg “Gun.”

He picked up his gun from the floor and placed it in the bag before turning his attention back on you.

“You’re probably in shock-”

“I don’t feel good.” you tried to concentrate on the man but the cold shivers through your body were making you feel sick. 

“Let’s get you some air.” 

You nodded and allowed the man to help you up. Realising you were uneasy on your feet he put his arm around you to support you as you walked. 

As soon as you got outside in the cool air you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Rushing from him slightly you found the family’s garbage bin and threw up into it.

“Woah. It’s ok.” he put his hand on your back reassuringly as you tried to regulate your breathing.

Pushing yourself up you awkwardly laughed “Can we move away from the trash before it makes me vomit again.”

He nodded and swiftly guided you a short distance away. You plonked yourself down on a nearby step “I’m sorry. I’ve just never had that happen before.”

He shook his head “Don’t be sorry. It’s scary, you’re allowed to be in shock or scared.”

“I’m ok.” you tried to convince him and took in a breath. “She’s dead right?”

He nodded and sat down beside you “Yeah she’s dead.”

“We’re going to have to speak to-”

“Yeah we are.”

“It’s probably not a wise decision to sit together or talk about it-”

“Don’t worry about it.” he placed his hand comfortingly on your back once more but pulled it away as Ecklies car pulled up and the man swiftly got out.

“Y/L/N, Sanders. Are you both alright?”

You nodded.

“I think she’s still in shock.” you looked at Greg in disbelief for a second but you realised he was just looking out for you and he was right, you were still in shock.

Ecklie placed his hands on his hips as D.B arrived and got out of his own vehicle.

“Are you two ok?”

“Y/L/N is in shock and Sanders was about to come with me to give a statement. Y/N I’ll see you after Sanders.” Ecklie gestured for Greg to follow him and before long the two men had disappeared.

D.B sat beside you “How does this sound for a plan, I’ll grab your things from inside and then we’ll take a drive to the E.R, get your checked out?”

“I’m fine” you tried to re-assure him.

He put his hands up in mock surrender “You might feel it but I’d rather have the extra piece of mind.”

“I suppose.” 

“Then we’ll meet Ecklie after.” Agreeing to the man's proposal, time seemed to fly by. You’d soon had the all clear from the E.R and were leaving Ecklie’s interview with him.

Getting back to the locker room in the lab, Greg entered and cleared his throat to alert you to his presence.

“Greg.” you smiled at the man and closed your locker.

“I have some good news.”

“Go on.” you watched as he grabbed his own things.

“There’s security camera footage of the whole altercation. D.B wanted me to let you know. Everything was caught and you can clearly see everything that happened.”

“That’s a good thing.” 

He nodded and you could see he was weighing up whether to tell you something.

“What is it?”

He sighed and closed his own locker “The footage actually shows her firing her gun at the same time I fired mine. Luckily she had a bad aim.”

Your heart dropped for a second. She’d actually fired at you.

“You’ll probably end up seeing the footage and I wanted you to know before.”

“Thank you.” you took in a breath “I mean it.”

“Come here.” the man opened his arms and you happily obliged. Wrapping your own around him for an embrace.

It was natural and the two of you fit together perfectly. You relaxed into his embrace, the day's events totally melting away. He placed a soft kiss to your hair and moved his hands to your arms and rubbed them up and down.

“Let’s go home.”

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[medusapelagia]

WIP Wednesday - Harringrove Mermaid AU

As always a big thanks to my partner in crime @lemonhitsu

WT: Neil Hargrove, mention of previous murder, violence

When the training ends Steve brings Billy back to his tank. The merboy is tired and he has red bruises where Neil hurt him “You ok?” It’s a stupid question, Steve knows that, but he can’t avoid it. “Are you worried about me, Harrington? How sweet.” the merboy replies, licking his sharp teeth “Maybe next time you’ll get into my tank I’ll keep you.” “Fuck you, Billy!” “Are you proposing, pretty boy?” It’s just their usual bickering but Steve can feel that his cheeks are blushing. “Oh, so you do have a crush on me. That makes so much sense. That’s why you are obsessed with me. Don’t worry, pretty boy, I’m not going to fuck you… at least not as you are thinking, but I’ll keep fucking with you because it’s the funniest thing that I can do in this stupid place.” Billy replies and then he gets underwater, while Steve stares at his big red tale covered in shimmering scales. “He has an attitude, I’ll give him that.” Hargrove says appearing from nowhere “But stay away from him. He is still a mermaid and even if he hasn’t had the time to learn the songs from other mermaids he is still capable of convincing you to kill yourself in his tank. It would not be the first time.” Steve stares at the old man “Did he… Did he kill someone? For real?” The man nods, walking Steve toward the lockers “You are too young to remember, but there was another girl who trained with me years ago, pretty thing, red hair, sweet smile, the name was Susan. She was even more innocent than you are, she treated him like a kid, not like the monster he is, and one day when I got to the tank to feed him, he was underwater, holding Susan’s body into his arms. He attacked me when I tried to take the dead body from his arms, and the authorities had him sedated and they were ready to put him down, but there was a petition against it and he was still the biggest attraction of the aquarium, so, in the end, they decided to keep him but they move him to the tank where he is now, in a more secluded area and where no one else could get in a part from me and you, so pay attention if you don’t want to get killed during your first month of training.” They are changing together for the first time and Steve sees many claws signs on Neil’s body “Did he…” “Mermaids are like that. You have to pay attention every single second.” The man gets up “Listen, boy, I know that you don't like my way of training him, but you have to understand that he is not a pretty pet, he is a ferocious monster and our luck is that he was taken from his family too young so he doesn’t really know what he can do and how easy would be for him kill everyone.” He closes his bag “I don’t pretend that you agree with my method, but I want you to be conscious that he is a menace and you are the only person that stays between him and the visitors. Think about yourself like a sort of paladin. That’s what I do.” They are looking each other in the eyes when Neil asks him “Wouldn’t you do what you can to protect the people you care for?” and then he leaves Steve alone with even more questions.

[saralayne]

I Was Drowning, That’s When I Could Finally Breathe 🩵

Lucy and Tim break up after a big fight. Will they be able to find each other again?

Tim and Lucy had been living in a world of bliss for a year. Falling in love with one another with each passing day (if that was even possible). Basically, spending every night together, mostly at Lucy’s apartment as it was closer to the station. Tim wanted them to take the next step and officially move in together. He was just waiting for the right time. They were both excelling professionally. Tim, as Metro Sargent. Lucy had passed her detective exam and was still pursuing a UC career. She had only done small ops, nothing long term as of yet. The tap finally came for a career changing, long term op, and then another, and another. Tim, ringing the alarm on each opportunity. Only hearing a small part of what the ops would be. Tim had said he would be fine, but Lucy was realizing he wasn’t ever going to be fine. Without meaning to, he was manifesting his life with Isabel onto Lucy. Once the last opportunity came and he rang the alarm once again, Lucy had enough. She called him out on not separating her and Isabel. He finally admitted that he realized he couldn’t live this life again. Not wanting Lucy to resent him, they decided breaking up was imminent.

As time passed. Lucy and Tim avoided one another as much as possible. Both miserable and heartbroken. Their family at Wilshire wished more than anything they could fix this. Everyone knowing they were meant to be. They had both made so many sacrifices to be together. They were it for one another. But at the end of the day, Tim and Lucy needed to be the one to fix what was broken or move on from one another.

Tim walked into the station after a Metro op, seeing Angela and Nyla hugging Lucy as she made her way out door back on patrol. He was of course curious, but didn’t feel like he could pry anymore. Angela looked disheveled. Tim needing to know what was going on. He still loved Lucy more than anything in this world and always would. If she wasn’t ok he needed to know. No matter the distance right now, he would drop everything to be there for her if she needed him. He would still move the sun to be there for her in any way.

“Lopez. I know it’s not my place but is everything ok?”

“No. Tim. It’s not”

“I-Is s-she ok?” nervously inquiring

“Depends on how you look at it” quipping back

“Ang. Please. What’s going on? “

“Alright. Fine. It’s not really my place but someone needs to give you two a kick in the ass. Lucy just informed Nyla and myself that she is done with UC. She doesn’t want to be a UC anymore. She’s done.”

“WHAT. WHY? She loves UC work” questioning Tim

“Well. Her exact words. UC HAS COST ME THE ONE THING I LOVE MORE THAN ANYTHING. I LOST THE ONE PERSON WHO MADE ME HAPPY. I don’t want this life anymore. I have no joy or excitement for it.”

“FUCK” was the only response Tim could muster.

“She went on to tell us that she had only caused you pain pursuing a life that had given you such darkness. She never wanted you to look at her and see Isabel and the hurt she caused. She wanted to be your safe place, your joy, the woman you love and want to marry, have a family. Lucy, is convinced she has ruined that life having a UC career and she doesn’t want it anymore”

“God dammit. I love her so much. She is literally the love of my life. My heart is in a million pieces being apart from her. I don’t want her to give this up”

“Maybe you should let her. “

“WHAT?”

“Tim, Lucy could do so many things professionally. But there is only one person she is in love with and wants a life with. Think about it. It’s always gonna be a cloud over you both. I can see she really doesn’t have the love for it anymore. So, maybe you let her make this decision. Stop sabotaging your relationship and have your happily ever after”

As shift continued, thoughts of Lucy consumed Tim. He missed her so much. She was it for him. He had to fix this. Tim never wanted Lucy to resent him by not going after her dreams, because she deserved to have all her dreams come true. If Lucy was to walk away from what she had always wanted, he wanted to make sure it was her decision. He needed her to know he was going to be waiting for her. This breakup has shown Tim all that matters is Lucy. Living this life again was worth the fears if it meant being with the the true love of his life. Tim missed when Lucy returned at end of shift. He had a mountain of paperwork he needed to finish. By the time he was finished Lucy has already changed out and left. As soon as Tim was finished, the only thought was to see her, talk to her.

Tim pulled in front of Lucy’s apartment. Seeing her car knowing she was home. As he made his way up to her apartment, pulling out his key that she had given him months back. Suddenly, he felt wrong using it. As the door flew open, the sight in front of him broke his heart. His light, his ray of sunshine looked disheveled, eyes puffy and cheeks tear stained. “T-Tim, what are you doing here? Please, just go. I can’t do this.” Letting out a sigh. “Luce. Please let me in. I just wanna talk”

Lucy leading Tim to the sofa. Tim interlocking his hand with hers. Sense of relief she didn’t pull her hand back.

“Luce. I’m so sorry. Angela told me about you turning down OC work.”

“Yeah, well. I don’t want it anymore”

“Luce. Come on”

“WHAT?! I have lost what makes me happy. My safe place.”

“Sweetheart. You haven’t. That’s why I’m here”

“I have realized that I would rather live this life again, if it means I have you. You are my whole entire world and I don’t want to live another second without you. I love you more than anything. I can’t be without you anymore”

“Tim…”

“No, Luce. Please. I want you. These past weeks have been torture. You are worth all of it.”

“Tim. Shut up. I love you. I want us. I’m still walking away from UC. This is my decision. The love I once had for UC work isn’t the same as it was. This break has shown me what is important to me and that’s YOU. I don’t want to put you through this again. This is not the life I want. I want us to move forward. Start a family.”

“You want to start a family?”

“I do. Maybe not right at this moment but yes sooner than later”

“Lucy Chen. I don’t want to spend one more night away from you. Move in with me? We can live here till we find our perfect house. I can put my house up for sale. Or we can live there….”

Grabbing his arm to stop her boyfriends rambling.

“Tim. STOP. Yes, let’s move in together. We can figure out the details later.”

“I love you so much Lucy Chen. You have absolutely turned my life upside down in the best possible way. I’m so sorry. I failed you. I always told you I would fight for us and I didn’t”

“No Tim. We needed this to get us to see what’s important and that’s US”

“Are you sure you want to give UC up? I don’t want you to ever resent me”

“I’m sure. Somethings matter more. We matter more”

“We can talk more later about everything but Tim, take me to bed..NOW”

“My absolute pleasure”

Tim knew very soon he would be dragging Angela to a jewelry store to pick out the perfect ring. For now, he was gonna worship his girlfriend and cherish her back in his arms.

[chaotic-super]

Live With Me - Chapter 20 (The Final Chapter)

Read the full fic on AO3 here!

Kara hums thoughtfully, prompting Lena to turn her head toward the reporter working tirelessly on her laptop at the kitchen island.

“What is it?”

“I’m just going over the list Cat compiled of all the main conspirators of the government subterfuge, and I thought I knew all of these people inside and out because of all my research, but there’s a name here that I don’t recognize.”

Lena frowns, her eyebrows knitting together as she stops putting the dishes away so she can move to peer over Kara’s shoulder. “What’s their name? Maybe you just can’t remember.”

Kara pins her with an unconvinced look, her lips pouted a little in annoyance. “You think I would forget someone after spending as many hours as I have pouring my soul into this research?”

Lena rolls her eyes at her fondly as she presses her lips to the crown of Kara’s head before settling her eyes on the document strewn across her keyboard. “Which name?”

“This one.” Kara taps just below the name in question.

“Veronica Sinclair. Now that’s a name I haven’t heard in quite a while.”

“You know her?”

“Knew.” Lena corrects. “I’m not surprised to see her name on a list of corrupt people though. Last I heard, she was running a cock fighting ring and a cock fighting ring.”

Kara frowns. “You said that twice. It’s the same thing.”

“No.” Lena raises a brow. “It’s not.”

“What?” Kara turns to look into Lena’s eyes, and when she does, she finally understands. “Oh! Oh…only one of those is illegal though.”

“Well, it’s not considering the fact that in both cases, the losing cock gets put down.”

Kara’s eyes grow wide. “And she got away with that?”

“She’s always gotten away with terrible things. She’s vindictive too. I’m surprised she didn’t manage to slip through the cracks this time. It’s a wonder she’s even shown up on this document. I knew her in boarding school, and she ratted out every girl who so much as looked at a joint, but she was the heaviest smoker there and never saw the inside of the detention hall.”

“Of course. One of those people.” Kara grimaces, staring at the name on the page with disdain.

“Pretty good kisser though.”

Kara’s head whips back at Lena. She’s greeted by an amused smile. “That’s not funny.”

“It is. I love it when you get a little bit jealous.”

“I’ll make you eat those words later, baby.” Kara murmurs.

“I’ll hold you to that.” Lena leans in to kiss her softly before she pulls back and clears her throat. “Anyway, what document is that?”

“It’s the list of all the people who either already sponsored the plan for the hell facility or people who had commitments to it.”

Lena’s eyes furrow as she reads through the list. “Most of these are heads of companies or are from mega-rich families. They’re not all government officials. That makes me think they planned for it to go private after a while.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning all the people on this list were doing it for money. They were willing to experiment, torture and probably kill people for a buck.”

Kara shakes her head. “I wish I could line them all up and punch them in the face one by one.”

Lena squints at her. “That’s…ok. I think they’ll get their just desserts anyway, darling. Most of these people have either been arrested or demoted to such a low level of power that they’d have to beg for change to buy jumper cables if they want to experiment on anyone.” 

Kara hums. “High population area and they might have enough within a couple of weeks.”

“Maybe don’t take that analogy seriously.” Lena chuckles, squeezing Kara’s shoulders before she steps away to finish putting the dishes away. “Are we still going to CatCo today?”

Kara starts shuffling the documents into a neat pile. “I think so. Cat wants to have a little party to celebrate the end of this nonsense. She’s convinced that now the government is having a major reshuffle, all of our focus, and the world’s focus, will be on that rather than everything that happened. It’s over.”

“I don’t think it’s something the world will forget.” Lena offers.

“I know, it’s too big to be forgotten. I guess it just makes me feel a kind of way knowing that all of this crap can happen and the world moves on. Just like that.”

Lena sighs. “I know. The good part of people moving on is that there’s no longer a flock of reporters and photographers outside our front gate though.”

Kara tries her best to suppress a smile, but it springs free, full of fondness. “That is a good thing. It means we can have more privacy now.”

“Privacy or privacy?”

“Both.”

“I think I need a demonstration.” Lena smirks.

Kara stands and stalks over to her, bracketing her arms against the counter on either side of Lena’s hips. She leans in until her lips just barely brush against Lena’s. “Later, baby. We’ve got to get to CatCo.”

And then she’s gone.

Lena blinks, shocked by how quickly Kara just retreated. She’s definitely going to get her own back at Kara later. If she can feel her legs after Kara’s had her turn anyway.

-

“To all of the wonderful staff here who have worked tirelessly on this case, I thank you.” Cat holds up a champagne flute slightly above her head. “And to Kara Danvers, the lead reporter on this case and our new Editor-in-Chief.”

Kara stares at her in shock, her eyes wide and her mouth open unattractively. “What?”

Cheers surround her, followed by the clinking of plastic champagne flutes and loud slurps. Lena wraps her arms around her waist and gently taps her chin, prompting her to snap her mouth shut. “Congratulations, darling.”

“I’m…what?”

“You’re the new Editor-in-Chief. The contract is on your desk; please sign it by next week, although I would prefer you do it today so you can get it to Tina in HR before she goes on Maternity leave. I wouldn’t say I like her replacement very much. Too many teeth.”

“What does that even mean?” Kara shakes her head. “Wait, why am I being promoted to Editor-in-Chief? There are people here with more experience than me.”

“But nobody with more dignity and integrity,” Cat says with a rare, genuine smile before she hugs her loosely. “Congratulations, Kara. I would offer you Snapper’s old office, but I have a feeling you’d like to keep your own.”

“Well, with all those lovely memories of us keeping each other company in there, how could I leave it behind now?”

Cat almost snarls as Kara brings up their office-sharing sessions. It doesn’t matter how big the office is, she’s never sharing a space with anyone again if she can help it. “I still have nightmares about it.” She turns on her heel and stalks away. This champagne is far too cheap for her. She’s got some nice scotch in her office she can drink instead, and she’s not sharing with anyone.

Lena squeezes Kara tightly from behind. “I’m so happy for you.”

“Lena, I’m the new Editor-in-Chief.”

“I heard.”

“Lena, I’m going to be in charge of a load of people and I’ll get to choose all my own stories.”

“I know.”

“Lena, this is amazing.”

“It’s incredible. You’re incredible.” Lena whispers in her ear moments before Nia comes running over with the world's biggest grin to come and congratulate her.

-

“Have I ever told you that I have a thing for bossy women?” Lena gasps as Kara pins her against the wall just inside their front door.

Kara ignores her for a moment, continuing to ravage her neck until Lena’s fingers curl into her hair just a little too tightly. “What?”

“I like bossy women.” She reiterates.

“I was the least bossy person ever when we met,” Kara argues.

“You were in spirit.” Lena tries to connect their lips, but Kara leans back.

Shaking her head, Kara can’t wrap her mind around Lena’s words. “Did you not like me when I was still just a nervous cub reporter?”

“I loved you,” Lena reassures her. “But I loved it when you stormed into my office every now and again with that air of arrogance I’ve only ever seen a couple of times before. It’s what really solidified my feelings for you.”

Kara groans. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize my appointment was for the Wednesday, not the Tuesday. I thought everyone was just being a bitch and not letting me up to see you.”

“I know. I loved it.”

Kara burrows herself back into Lena’s neck, huffing until she decides to give herself something to take her mind off it. She latches her mouth back onto the sensitive skin of Lena’s neck. “You’re a menace.”

“Thanks, but can I be a menace in the bedroom? This isn’t the most comfortable.”

Kara pulls back and smiles darkly. “I’ll meet you there. I’m going to get us water; we’ll be in there for a while.”

Lena pulls herself together enough to stumble to the bedroom. Kara’s going to be the death of her tonight, and she’s certainly not complaining about it. She gets into the room and doesn’t think twice before she starts pulling off her clothes until they’re all in a heap on the floor, a problem for tomorrow.

She sets herself up on the bed, sitting up against the pillows, her eyes closed and her ears straining to listen out for Kara.

Kara makes her wait, and Lena’s sure she does it on purpose. It doesn’t take long to go into the kitchen and then come upstairs, but the time it takes Kara to do exactly that feels like it drags on for eternity. It’s torturous and she’s sure that Kara knows that.

When she finally slips through the door, she has water bottles balanced in one hand and a bottle of wine with two wine glasses in the other. She sets them all down on the nightstand with a flourish, barely even looking Lena’s way the entire time, a fact that infuriates the ravenette.

Lena clears her throat, but Kara still doesn’t look. “What’s wrong, baby? I’m getting you a glass, don’t worry.”

She clears her throat again, and this time, Kara turns to her, a full glass held out to her, looking her dead in the eyes. That’s nice and all, but she’d really prefer if she’d look at her boobs.

“Thanks.” Lena reaches over and takes it before settling her eyes on the wall. Two can play that game. She takes a long sip of the wine, humming softly. “This is good. Perfect for celebrating.”

Kara nudges her way onto the bed, crawling over Lena until she’s straddling her waist. It’s then that Lena realizes that Kara didn’t bother pouring herself a glass of wine despite bringing herself a glass.

“Are you not having any?”

“I was going to, but why would I do that when there’s something so much tastier right here?”

Lena gasps as Kara grinds her hips down into hers. “You’re going to play dirty, aren’t you?”

“Me?”

“You.” Lena hits her with a pointed stare.

“I’m a perfect angel, I’d never do that. I’m totally not just getting back at you for what you did to me with the crossword puzzle and for trying to make me jealous.”

Lena groans inwardly. It’s one thing for Kara to be in control, it’s another to have Kara be in control when she’s being petty. She’s going to suffer, and god, she’s excited.

“Well then, little miss perfect angel, you look thirsty, why not take a drink?”

Kara eases off her to stand beside the bed. As she slowly reaches behind her to unzip her dress, she smiles playfully over her shoulder. “What’s the rush, baby?”

Lena’s not giving in. “I’m not rushing. Need help with that?”

Kara sits on the edge of the mattress to allow Lena to snatch the zipper of her dress and slowly ease it down. “Thanks.”

Taking another drink of her wine, Lena’s eyes don’t leave Kara as the dress is shrugged off, leaving her in her underwear, which are also quickly discarded. Her eyes are instantly drawn to the scars on her stomach and back, but not because they’re ugly. Of course not. No part of Kara will ever be ugly. No, she stares because they’re just a sign of how hard Kara fought to stay with her, to not give in when death came knocking. She’s here to stay.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you.” Kara’s act drops momentarily as her chin drops to her chest, her skin flushing a light pink that makes her look far too innocent, a stark contrast to the filthy plans she has for them.

Lena pats her bed beside her, expecting her to come and settle next to her. Kara has other plans though. She stalks around to the bottom of the bed before crawling up the mattress slowly, parting Lena’s legs as she goes until she’s got them wrapped around her hips and their faces are level.

“Hi there.”

“Hey.” Lena’s voice comes out raspier than she intends, but Kara’s eyes darken at the sound, and she’s not about to complain about that.

“Take a sip.” Kara urges her.

“Why?”

“Because you’re going to want to be hydrated. We wouldn’t want you to get a dry throat with all the moaning you’re about to do, would we?”

Lena has to suppress a moan at the thought. She downs the rest of the glass and shoves it onto the nightstand beside the bottle before shuffling down further on the bed, letting her head rest against the pillows. “Show me what you’ve got.”

“I will, don’t worry.” Kara seals the promise with the world’s filthiest kiss, all teeth and tongue.

Lying beneath her, Lena just takes it, enjoying every ounce of passion Kara is feeding her and allowing her to taste the wine on her lips and tongue, giving her something to have in mind when comparing her taste against the other wonders of the world.

Kara leaves her breathless before trailing her mouth down her pale skin, the remains of her lip gloss smearing across her chest on the way to her favourite pair of twins, the ones she struggled so hard not to look at earlier, all in the name of teasing. Now, she gets her chance to get properly reacquainted with them.

She licks over one nipple before taking it in her mouth, sucking gently for a moment before switching to the other one, not letting either be neglected for long.

Tangling her hands in Kara’s hair, Lena urges her further down, impatient to feel those lips where she really wants them. The sexual tension in the car from them trying to keep their hands off each other on the way back in the name of safety was enough foreplay for her. This is all just pure torture now.

“Kara, please hurry the fuck up.”

She feels Kara’s lips curl up against her stomach. “Well, that’s not a very nice way to ask for what you want.”

“Kara…” Lena whines.

“But you did say ‘please,’ so I guess I can let it slide.” Kara kisses just below her belly button before she lowers herself down fully, her mouth finding her pussy much quicker than Lena was expecting, forcing her to inhale harshly.

Kara gets right to work, her tongue lashing her clit and her arms stretched up so she can tug her nipples.

Lena’s fingers remain buried in Kara’s hair, not to pull it or direct her, purely to keep her doing what she’s doing, to beg without begging.

Kara hums against her. “Fuck, I was right. You taste a thousand times better than the wine.”

“You never even had a proper taste.” Lena gasps.

“It’s no contest. I don’t have to have a proper sip to know.” Kara brushes her off, eager to stop talking so she can get back to what’s important, namely, Lena’s pussy. She hums happily as she tastes the delicious wetness waiting there for her, and she knows she isn’t about to go easy on her. This isn’t going to be some slow and sensual lovemaking. This is Kara showing Lena who’s boss. This is fucking. Celebratory fucking, but fucking nonetheless.

Lena’s head falls back as fingers make themselves known, gently prodding around until two slip inside her like they were made to be there. Her back arches as Kara starts thrusting them before Lena can even wrap her mind around the fact that she’s being filled.

“Jesus motherfucking Christ.”

“I never knew Jesus had a middle name.” Kara jokes with a grin, annoyed when she peers up to see Lena’s reaction but finds her with her head thrown back and her eyes closed. “Now, now, baby. Let me see those pretty eyes I love so much.”

Lena is unaware of anything other than those fingers pressing inside her so nicely.

“Lena,” Kara says, this time adding a little more weight to her words, the contrast prompting Lena to answer.

“What?”

“Look at me.”

Lena shakes her head.

Kara sighs, slowing her fingers to a stop. “You’re being a little brat tonight. Look me in the eyes or we’re done for the night. I’m not playing games with you tonight. Don’t you want me to have a good time? After all, we are celebrating my promotion.”

Lena whines at the loss of movement and the disappointed pout on her girlfriend’s face. She could handle it if Kara looked mad or annoyed, but she doesn’t. She’s just disappointed and that hurts. Even in the abyss of her overwhelming need for Kara to stop driving her up before stopping for annoying reasons, she needs that look to disappear.

She stares down into Kara’s darkened blues, noting the glisten of her chin where she’s soaked from how needy she is. “Ok, ok.”

“Say please.”

Lena resists the urge to roll her eyes and just force Kara’s mouth back onto her clit. “For fuck’s sake, please. I’m begging.”

“Whatever you want.” Kara grins up at her sweetly. Too sweetly.

Whilst maintaining as much eye contact as Lena can manage, Kara ravages her. Her fingers slam home in time with harsh sucks and nibbles, sending her careering into her first orgasm of the night.

Through it all, she desperately wants to close her eyes, throw her head back, and just feel. That’s not an option though, not tonight. Kara’s eyes are locked so firmly onto hers that it feels like it would be a crime to stop looking at her.

Kara doesn’t stop after the first orgasm; of course she doesn’t. It would be a crime not to give her at least two. She’s earned that much over the course of their endless battle against the bad guys trying to do bad guy things.

“Holy fuck.” Lena is finally forced to look away as a third finger slips in beside the other two slick fingers. “Jesus, Kara.”

“Look at you getting all religious on me.” Kara teases, her voice muffled because she refuses to move away from the wetness that tastes better than even the best-tasting wines. Even the wine good old JC made from water can’t have tasted this good.

By the time her second orgasm has overtaken her, Lena’s relaxed so far into the sheets that she’s sure she’s become one with them and given the fact that she’s just as wet as them, she should probably be thrown in the laundry alongside them.

“No more.”

“You don’t want to come one last time for me, baby?” Kara pouts, her fingers easing out of her pussy as gently as she can so they can ever so tenderly rub against her clit in soothing little circles. “Just one more?”

Lena pants heavily. Her clit feels like it’s on fire, but by god it feels good. A tiny nod and a barely whispered “one more” has Kara refocusing on her fingers as she crawls up the bed to settle beside her, watching her every reaction as Lena lowered slowly over the edge this time, abseiling to her orgasm and taking in the wonderous view as she does so.

Lena cums and she’s pretty damn sure that Kara’s going to be looking smug for at least the next week. “I don’t know if I love you or hate you.”

“I know which one I’d prefer it be.” Kara giggles, wrapping her arms around the brunette firmly, knowing just how much she loves the steadying weight after sex. It grounds her, and Kara’s more than happy to be her anchor.

“I love you.” Lena tilts her head towards Kara, her eyes closed and her lips pouted, ready to receive a kiss she has no doubt is coming.

Kara leaves lingering kisses against her lips before whispering. “You better not go to sleep on me. If you think I’m not turned on after all of that, you’re very wrong.”

Lena lets out an undignified snort. “I’m not going to sleep. I’m trying to remember how to work my legs. Lucky for you though, I still know how to work my tongue. Fancy a ride, Ms Editor-in-Chief?”

“Hell yeah.”

-

Lena traces her fingers over Kara’s arm softly. She lets her nails grace her skin just hard enough to be relaxing but not so soft that it tickles her. She shifts slightly in the fresh bedding, her eyes peering through the dark room, well-adjusted from long minutes of silent staring.

Kara shifts slightly. “Can you pass me some water please?”

Lena hums softly, stopping her fingers so she can turn to the nightstand and grab the single water bottle now sitting there half-empty. “Here.”

Kara takes a large gulp before offering the rest to Lena, who shakes her head softly. “You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“You should drink. I don’t want you to be dehydrated.”

Lena’s eyes fill with tears. She’s already hypersensitive from the night’s activities and the rapid highs and lows of the past few months; this just feels like her tipping point. “I’m ok.”

“Ok, if you need me to get another later, let me know.”

“Marry me.”

“What?”

“Let’s get married.” Lena hadn’t planned for it to go like this. Or for it to happen at all right now. She’s known for years that Kara is her person and the only woman she could ever marry, but this is not the time nor place she imagined she would do this. She’s not taking it back. Not when she’s never felt such conviction with anything she’s ever said in her life.

“Ok.” Kara shrugs.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, but Lena?”

“Hm?”

“You’re going to repropose tomorrow somewhere romantic and never tell anyone you proposed to me in bed after we fucked each other’s brains out.”

“I am.”

“You are.”

“Whatever you say, dear.”

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What do you think would happen if Yandere rivals or team for Yandere romantic Leo who’s trying to keep the reader to himself only for Yandere platonic. Mikey who won’t let Leo keep the reader all to himself , will their make a deal or keep on fighting ? 🌹( (Rottmnt request )

Another analysis. Lovely. My favorite type of requests.

So if I understood this correctly, how would a rivalry go for romantic yandere Leo and platonic yandere Mikey? Specifically where Leo wants to keep MC to himself and Mikey would rather not have a sole person keep them.

First of all, considering that Leo is a manipulative type (based off of many canon details) he might even try to manipulate Mikey. Leo loves his brother dearly but if he's crazy then he'll be driven to try to convince Mikey to let him keep MC for himself.

You could interpret this in numerous ways but I personally think he might try to almost guilt-trip Mikey. Leo knows that Mikey has a soft spot for the family and his passions (art + cooking) and will try to do anything to keep them happy so Leo will definitely use that as an advantage. Saying things like, "Mikey, don't you want your big brother happy? Nothing in life has stood out to me more than them, you know that."

It could work, especially after the course of the movie, but Mikey still has his own psychological strengths as well. Meaning he can see through Leo's mind games. His ability to read emotions and thoughts is up there, maybe not as refined as Leo's but more advanced than Donnie and Raph for sure. This can lead to a long, long conflict between the two.

Now, moving on to some background information for Mikey before we go into the conflict shit; I view him as the obsessive/worshipping type. There isn't much to go off of honestly but I personally feel this way since his idolizing of Meat Sweats can go the same way for MC as well.

If Meat Sweats is his idol for cooking, then I would say MC could be an idol for him for art, personality, and anything really. So if he were to initiate action before Leo, he'll gather his small but surprisingly strong cult to spread the word of MC while having them stand beside him. This way he can gather strength in numbers and try to defy Leo's possessiveness.

"Hey, do you guys feel bored some days and feel like nothing is exciting in life? Then try checking out a pass time of trying to learn and spread the way of our deity, MC!"

Moving on, the chaos of their conflict.

It's really pushing back and forth until someone takes final action.

What are these final actions you may ask?

Mikey will have gathered a group of believers enough to overpower Leo (even with his portal ability). Meanwhile, Leo successfully breaks down Mikey and can keep MC all to himself.

It's really chaotic and doesn't have a straightforward plan, even for Leo.

But we have one more possibility to think about here.

Would they ever make a deal?

Mikey is willing to, but it again would take some heavy convincing on Leo's side. He would see it as a way to keep MC and Leo happy, not because he's ok with Leo taking MC for himself. So, in other words, Leo can be together with MC but the cult has to be able to worship MC.

Leo, I feel like would never even consider such a thing. Leo may be more responsible/mature after the movie but his want for something to have for himself holds him down strong. The only way he would make a deal is by following Mikey's terms, then finding a dimension/world that Mikey would take forever to. He'll send letters tho <3.

This is my analysis. There is a lot more that could be dissected from these two but for now, I think you get the point.

Oh and hi 🌹anon

- Celina

[yubellia]

Jason Dean (J.D. Heathers) Soulmate AU Headcanon

Yes, yes. Here i am again. Talking about this guy. What can i say? This lovable psycho is worth it. There is not enough like this here so i descided to write it myself. I continue the other project with him when i got more time ok? be patient with me. And sorry for any mistakes. Like i said before i am from germany and so i don't see all mistakes until it is too late.

This time i wanted to share some thoughts about the soulmate topic. No real story here. Just ideas. Enjoy!

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I believe that after everything that happened to him, J.d. would really want a soulmate. Like he would cling on to them.

I think he would want something stable. No, he NEEDS something stable.

I mean his dad moves with him all the time, he has no real reason to bother with names and faces, no friends....

talking about his dad..... that is not healthy either. Not at all.

As we all know, his mom...."left" but his dad means it was an accident. It was not. His wife had problems and moving around probably did not help.

So the idea that someone is waiting just for him? Perfect for him and not leavin? Damn Yes! Sign him up!

Here are a few ideas.

Imagine an AU were the universe introduces you to each other before meeting.

Like, you share knowledge. You wake up and suddenly you know new stuff about your soulmate. Stuff they like, stuff that is important to them. Or stuff that is important in their life and family....... Oh my.....

I mean one morning you wake up and know that his mom....you know? That would be messed up.

Or you suddenly know how to use a gun. Or how to take down a house and build a bomb.

I know that i would pray for my soulmate to just be a history/science nerd. (We all know that won't work no matter how hard we pray)

Now imagine you are a history nerd yourself and you are interested in.... i don't know.... old torture devices. And how to use them....

Not the kind of knowledge you wanna share with him.

It would even more convince him that you are made for each other.

Another idea: Imagine an AU were you have numbers on your wrist. Not a timer but how far you are away from each other. Something that tells you how close you are

I am sure he is already pissed every time his dad tells him that they move again.

Even more so with this.

But know imagine, (like in my last post) that you are from europe. Maybe germany like in my case.

And one day J.d. is done and does the math. Finding out that it does not matter where he goes in america would be a hard pill

Nothing that would stop him however, I am sure.

Let's be real here. We know how he got with Veronica. You better be ready for this whole soulmate thing because he is not leaving once he got you.

This is the last thing. Imagine an AU were you share scars and injuries. However you don't get it as bad as your soulmate.

That would be one more reason for him to have that gun on him.

And IF he gets hurt? (Kurt Ram?) Oh he will deal with them. After all, they did not just attack him.

(This gives me ideas for the heathers too. but maybe later)

The point is, nobody is allowed to lay a finger on you.

But at the same time he has his slushies.... that damn.....

But this is different because.... well..... once he found you, you share the pain. He gets you slushies and you give it all back. Thats ok. (No it isn't)

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So that is it for now. Like i said i continue the other soulmate stuff later. I promise. See ya!

[ellieoes]

Light a candle

I can’t remember the first time I ever heard of this thing called a blog. I know it was many many moons ago.  I never thought it was for me.  I mean, I lived an entirely ordinary life and always seemed to say what I always thought were the wrong words and even if they were the right words, I didn’t have much to say and was always worried that I would say something that might offend someone or just plain old sound stupid. So, go easy on me ok?

I sit here this morning writing this because I just read my dear friend’s final entry in his own blog. He started his blog ‘oldbutnotyetwise’ 9 years ago. And I just learned of it last year when I reconnected with him. I've read every one of his posts including his last... his self-authored obituary. His last piece of advice - "Don't keep putting things off until tomorrow, because sometimes tomorrow doesn't come." Advice well taken my friend, wish me luck (I can see you smiling with that smirky smirk ;-)

Life is a funny and wondrous thing and often very challenging thing. It takes you on little side trips that seemingly don’t make sense and move you in different directions that you never thought you’d move in. And then, all of a sudden, all of the tumblers fall into place and it makes sense. Sometimes painfully so.

My friend Suzanne suggested I meet David. My marriage was in its final throes and I needed a male perspective. So we met. I liked him. Instantly. We talked as if we’d know eachother for many years. And he was delightful. He was a gentle giant who listened so intently and then asked you the most thought provoking and revealing questions to help you better understand and come to your own conclusions about whatever you were uncertain about.

Not long after we met, we were chatting one night about Sue’s birthday coming up and were trying to figure out something special we could do for her. Well, a visit to Winnipeg in December with -40 celsuis degree temps (well maybe it was -20 but it sure felt like -40!) with an almost stranger wasn’t what I was thinking but somehow, he convinced me that it was a great idea and before you knew it, we were off! We became great friends and, for reasons I won’t explain here and certainly not through any fault of his, we communicated only once a year (when he’d sent me a birthday text or email). He did so every year for almost 8.  

Fast forward to June 2023.  I read a facebook post of David’s that had me concerned.  Robin (his beautiful wife) and he were leaving their dream property in Nipissing and moving to Cambridge. When I asked him why, he told me something that took my breath away much like a gut punch would.  He had been diagnosed with ALS.

ALS.

At that time, I was enveloped in taking care of my 93 year old mom. She had Alzheimer’s, couldn’t speak or walk or later even eat. It was a terrible time and a horrible death.  Still, she was surrounded with love and our family did all that we could to let her know how much she was loved. But more on that maybe in another post.

I suppose I tell you this because I’m trying to find a reason why I didn’t fully enter back into David’s life until about October/November.

My friend Dana had once brought me a meal when I lost either my brother or my sister (sorry, can’t remember which) and then my friend Karen did the same when I lost my mom. I can’t tell you how much their thoughtfulness meant to me and how grateful I am to this day for their kindness. So, I was determined that this is what I would do for David and his wife.

He suggested I watch Tuesdays with Morrie - a movie about a man with ALS. I did and promptly asked David if we could be Tuesday people.  Well, it wasn’t every Tuesday and it wasn’t always Tuesdays but as much as his schedule and mine permitted, I would bring a meal for the three of us to share. It was a very special time for which I would be eternally grateful. We would eat and talk and enjoy eachother’s company. Often times David and I would take their ever-so-sweet Australian Shepherd named Kiwi for a walk around the neighborhood. David in his $30,000 wheelchair that seemingly did everything but make you dinner ;-)

It was on these walks that we had our deepest talks. Sometimes about what was to come and the inevitable outcome of ALS; sometimes about love and relationships; sometimes about favourite books and movies.  His favourite author was Robert James Waller.  One of his favourite movies was based on his book, The Bridges of Madison County. Other movies he loved were Life Itself and Boyhood. I’ve watched them all now and thoroughly enjoyed every one of them. I felt that by watching them, I would know David better.

He loved the natural world. He loved the paradise that Robin and he called home in Nipissing. He loved his dogs, every one of them. He loved his friends. He loved Chicken Parmigiana, Lasagna, Butter Tarts (without coconut), Boston Cream pie and, given he had a second helping, he at least liked my Goulash.

But most of all, he loved Robin. Oh how my heart aches at the thought of the beautiful, deep and pure love that they shared. It was the stuff of books and movies. It was the real deal. Even with thoughts of all the challenges of ALS and his imminent death, the one thing that brought him to tears and made him hurt the most was the thought of having to leave his beloved Robin. He didn't want to. If he could, he would have moved heaven and earth just to be able to stay by her side. And I know Robin would have as well.

Robin is an unexpected gift in all of this. She is incredibly kind and funny and sweet and truly beautiful. She is strong and courageous and so loyally and steadfastly took care of David until his last day. Though she had done so much - had given everything to David so that his dignity would be protected, his spirit supported and his heart filled with her love - she was still worried that she hadn't done enough and that she made a few mistakes. Robin, you don't know how incredible you are and what a gift you gave him. You are a hero in every sense of the word. I love you for everything you did for David and for how much you loved and protected and helped him. You were his everything and it's so clear why. I'm so grateful we connected and look forward to many more years of friendship if you'll have me.

The most heartwrenching text I've ever received from anyone was from David. It was his final text.

At 9:38pm on Thursday, May 23rd, 2024 he wrote:

"Light a candle at 10:00 tonight, I love you."

His time had come. I wrote him back. I didn't know if he'd read my text until the 25th. Robin told me he had. She also told me that he wanted his celebration of life to be on June 2nd so I could attend. These final gifts of his are indescribably important to me and have touched me so deeply.

He meant so much to me. And he gave me so much. Winnipeg, Justin Hines (especially "Say what you will"), little surprises like dessert from Bread Bar, an Ethopian restaurant, a little mom-and-pop italian restaurant, sushi, a beautiful hand-turned pen that he made himself, a book by Jann Arden. He gave me permission and encouragement to try things; to get out of my comfort zone; to believe in myself and even to love myself (because there was a time when I couldn't do either because of who I'd become and the ones that I'd hurt); to forgive myself; to accept things as they were and not to worry about things you cannot change; and to always see the good even in the worst - because, as he said, there is always good. Even ALS, he said, brought him gifts. The gifts of the love of friends and especially the deepening of the love Robin and he shared.

On May 8th at 10:45 am he sent me this and said that this was what he was pondering that morning and he thought that I might also appreciate it:

"You can't skip chapters, that's not how life works. You have to read every line, meet every character. You won't enjoy all of it. Hell, some chapters will make you cry for weeks. You will read things you don't want to read, you will have moments when you don't want the pages to end. But you have to keep going. Stories keep the world revolving. Live yours, don't miss out."

-Pillow Thoughts

I'll leave you with that for now but in David's tradition, I will also leave you with a few questions to ponder...

Who do you miss and wish you had back in your life? I encourage you to connect with them now not later if you can.

Do the people you love know you love them? Have you communicated how much they mean to you?

What's your story and are you really living it?

Whatever your answers are to those, I wish you a love like David and Robin's, an appreciation of the natural world and all the animals in it, good health, peace in your heart, courage and wonderful adventures!

[epicwalrus]

Walrus Loses her Mind cont.

OK, so theories...oh boy, the theories.

Some are new, others have evolved...and all of them are driving me slowly to distraction. Current theory count...3? I think?

You know the drill, spoilers for all Mysterious Lotus Caserbook episodes up to 28.

1. Shan Gudao is not dead and is, in fact, the big bad.

I am still convinced of this and only growing more so.

Despite what Lianhua says (unreliable narrator, much?), the flashbacks have shown Gudao in adulthood to be bad-tempered, aggressive, and manipulative, and Madam Feng said all he cared about was becoming famous and the strongest. He abandoned his PREGNANT girlfriend because he wanted to be stronger.

On top of that, he seems to have lied to Lianhua about the Cloud Iron and may have kept the He kid as the leader of The Four Tigers (He Zhang), although please correct me if I'm wrong there; my ability to hear the tones in Mandarin is still abysmally lacking, I'm trying to learn, I promise.

Even the argument with Xiangyi before Gudao quit the Sigu Sect felt slimy and manipulative, very much "I'm the good one. I care about you. I gave you the best sword I ever made. You are being too willful. You are the bad one." Poor Xiangyi might have been having his head fucked with for who knows how long. He was clearly suspicious of Gudao after the Cloud Iron incident but is now convinced he was the bad one.

Turning the two strongest sects against each other via his "death" opened up the way for the Wansheng Sect (which shares a symbol with Gudao), who are supported by the very royal court who offered Gudao an army to fight the Jinyuan Alliance. Who could fight back against him with the two strongest warriors dead and their sects in pieces?

I'm not convinced he's doing it for personal power anymore, though (or maybe not entirely). I think he may be a descendant of the Nanyin survivors and is picking up their plan where they left off (see theory 3).

2. Lianhua will be healed via his poison to fight poison technique.

Still being stubborn about this one, too XD The setup is almost perfect. They already have 4/5 things for healing our delicate lotus man.

A previously discussed and dangerous theory for detoxification (which requires great inner power, a counter-poison and acupuncture)

A-Su's golden acupuncture needles that can heal anything

Physician Guan, who is an acupuncture specialist

And either that wine to increase one's inner power (if they can find a legit recipe) or someone equally as powerful to feed Lianhua power (Feisheng).

We just need that poison that can counter the Bicha poison.

There was a shot of Duobing carrying an unconscious Lianhua in the trailer. Maybe that's when he's carrying him to safety after the poison becomes too much to suppress.

And then it's all hands on deck.

Everyone coming together to save our Lotus man.

Duobing suppresses the poison with Yangzhouman (I think that's how you spell it?).

A-Su asks her grandfather about the counter-poison and goes in search of it (maybe with Wanmian's help?).

And if the wine is legit, someone brews the wine as fast as they can. OR Feisheng constantly feeds his own power into Lianhua.

Physician Guan prepares the golden needles.

3. The Nanyin descendants are carrying on a plan created as a last-ditch effort in the war a hundred years ago.

These latest reveals seem to show us a conspiracy from the end of the war:

Nanyin merchants moved in to hide among the population while guarding the Heavenly Ice keys.

The princess married into the royal family with the Rama Vessel (now known to contain Karmic Insects) as her dowry.

Suiyan village's founding.

I think, as the war grew close to an end, Nanyin planned to release the Karmic Insects into their enemy's kingdom as a last-ditch effort to turn the tide. However, the Princess was found out (maybe she was mind-controlling the prince she married with said insects to force the Emperor's abdication), and she died as a result.

Her tomb, and the Rama Vessel, vanished as soon as she was buried, and so the plan failed. But maybe the inscription in her tomb (put there by the Nanyin workers who built it) was their last hope for their descendants to pick up where they left off.

Now we have many instances of Nanyin descendants appearing again and following our mysterious hooded man (glares in Gudao). I think someone had rediscovered the plan from the war and now plans to use it for revenge and to restart the Nanyin kingdom, just like in the legend of the kingdom's founding.

"But, Walrus," you cry, "the insects in the Rama Vessel need a Mother Insect to control them. Where is she?"

Well, dear reader, I lied. I actually have four theories!

4. The Mother Karmic Insect/s is/are hidden INSIDE THE NANYIN PRINCESS.

We learned in today's episodes that the Mother Karmic Insects can survive in a host for hundreds of years. And who else would have been in the position to smuggle these insects into the country?

The princess' body was preserved far better than the prince's when we saw them in the Yipin Tomb. Perhaps, this was again the Nanyin survivors giving their descendants the best chance for revenge. They preserved her body with Asura grass in order to allow the Mother Karmic Insect/s to survive until the plan was picked up once more.

What was once a last-ditch effort for survival has become a plan for revenge.