#'I hope you know CPR because you are taking my breath away!' 'Is there an airport nearby or was that just my heart taking off?'

[estbela]

I can't decide if Bulgaria would be really smooth and suave, or say the cheesiest pick up lines possible while flirting. Maybe both.

...I was curious and googled "cheesy pick up lines" and I'm cackling and imagining Bulgaria saying these to Romania and Serbia.

#Hetalia #Bulgaria #Aph #Hws #RoBul #I didnt like Bulgaria before but he has really grown on me #Hes such a weird freak of nature. <3 (Serb & Ro are too but especially Bul. He seems normal & sane but he is just as unhinged) #'I hope you know CPR because you are taking my breath away!' 'Is there an airport nearby or was that just my heart taking off?' #Imagine Bulgaria saying these lmao. Romania loves this man yet he is also perplexed by him all the time #Idk how Bulgaria and serbia flirt tbh. Maybe they just fight homoerotically idk #Yall are sure glad to follow me huh? You dont see this top quality content anywhere else (sarcasm) #SerbRoBul #SrbRoBul #(Kinda)

[wooahaes]

svt - pick-up lines

pairing: non-idol!svt x gn!reader

prompt: reader hitting on their partner with pick-up lines. for funsies.

genre: fluff. comedy? this is so silly.

warnings: bad pick-up lines. goofy silly hours teehee!! established relationship in all of these.

daisy’s notes: ive had these plans for a while. this is just me enjoying pick-up lines. theyre so silly goofy sometimes.

choi seungcheol

“cheollie,” you called out from your end of the couch. he looked up from his phone with a hum, and you kept a straight face. “do you believe in love at first sight?”

to your surprise, he mused over the question for a minute. “what? i don’t know, i think--”

you spoke up over him, trying to quell your urge to laugh: “do you believe in love at first sight, or should i walk by again?”

and he stared at you, brows furrowing together before it clicked. ah. you must have found pick-up lines online or something. “honey. we’ve been dating for two years. you don’t need to hit on me like this--”

“answer the question, cheollie!”

“no!” he laughed, “if you’re going to hit on me, then do one that makes sense!” 

yoon jeonghan

jeonghan hummed as he focused on cooking dinner... yet he heard the telltale sound of you making your way over, and glanced up. “hi, honey,” he said, before going back to his work. “it’ll only be a little longer--”

“hey. jeonghan.” he could hear the way you’re trying not to crack up over whatever you were about to say. “i hope you know CPR... because you’re taking my breath away.”

he looked up, half-expecting to see you holding your camera up, but instead you’re just smiling like an idiot. at least you’re his idiot, if anything. he gave you the tiniest once-over, before going back to his work. “your hand looks heavy... can i hold it for you?”

and immediately you cringed--something he caught out of the corner of his eye--causing him to laugh.

“you won’t win!” he said, looking at you. “i memorized some the moment i saw you googling them last night!”

“you cheater!” you said through your giggles, making your way over to steal a kiss from him. “ugh, you’re so mean!”

he chuckled against your lips instead. “and you’re still laughing.”

joshua hong

joshua had been doing the dishes when you sidled up to him with this goofy smile on your face. he glanced up for a moment, about to ask why you were smiling so hard all of a sudden, only for you to speak up.

“are you from tennessee--”

“babe. i’m literally from california,” he chuckled.

“no, shh,” you reached up to cover his mouth, “you’re ruining it--”

he chuckled, pulling your hand away, “i know.” and he abandoned his work, turning to you as he laned in. “and i’m gonna keep ruining it--”

“what? no!” you whined, “you’re so mean--just let me finish the line--”

he kissed you anyway, giggling when he felt you smile against his lips. when you started to try to finish the line when he pulled away, he merely kissed you again.

(you weren’t going to finish the line... but you didn’t mind it so much when every attempt was met with a kiss).

wen junhui

jun had been curled up on the couch, a book in his hands when he heard you call out to him.

“jun. junnie.” he looked up to see you approaching, phone in hand. “if i were a cat...” you looked up, smiling hard, “i’d spend all nine lives with you.”

oh no. oh NO. you were CUTE. maybe the pickup line was silly as hell, but you were adorable and it made him start to giggle. he buried his face in his book. “i thought we were past this stage!”

“are you a cat?” you pulled the book down as you crawled over, “because you’re purrrrfect--”

again, he started to giggle over your silly pickup lines. of course you’d pick cat ones. this man had a weakness sometimes and it was cats. the fact that you looked incredibly pleased with yourself only made this worse (or better? jun couldn’t tell which: your joy was great, but how was he supposed to live after this?).

counter attack time. he dived forward, quickly kissing you before breaking into more giggles. “are you happy now?”

with a giggle, you leaned forward, about to kiss him again. “very.”

kwon soonyoung

“soonyoung!”

your boyfriend looked up from where he was getting a drink from the fridge, suddenly caught off guard. did he do something? or... maybe you asked him for something and he was about to forget it? soonyoung could be a little forgetful, and usually you approaching him like this either meant he forgot something, or he did something. slowly, he pushed the fridge close, still staring you down..

“if you were a song,” you said, “you’d be the best single on the album.”

the fridge shut, and he could hear that hiss of it being sealed back as he continued to stare at you. wait. single? “are you breaking up with me?”

“what? no, soonie, i’m hitting on you.”

what the fuck were you talking about...? “honey... we’re already dating.”

“soonyoung--”

“ohh, right,” he twisted the tap of his water bottle. he lifted it to take a sip, pausing long enough to finish the thought, “you’re still bad at flirting.”

“soonyoung!”

he set the bottle aside as he made his way to you, “it’s okay,” he giggled. he reached out, pulling you into his arms. “i still love you and your bad pick-up lines.”

jeon wonwoo

wonwoo had been standing in the middle of the bookstore when you suddenly approached him, giggling. he could see from the twinkle in your eyes that you had something planned, and you reached out, patting his arm with a “hey, hey, wonwoo,” that told him immediately you’d been distracted while looking up the book you were looking for.

“yes?”

“on a scale from one to ten,” you said, “you’re a nine, and i’m the one you need--”

wonwoo blinked at you. “you’re not a one, though.”

immediately, your head shot up as you stared at him, suddenly embarrassed. as you swat at his arm, with a pouty “wonwoooo,” wonwoo giggled at you.

“you’re so cute,” he said. “did you find the book we’re looking for?”

he could see the light bulb over your head as you went wide-eyed, suddenly reminded your mission. “oh, right!”

lee jihoon

“jihoonie?” you called out, immediately getting your boyfriend’s attention as he was comparing two boxes of cereal. “if you were words on a page... you’d be fine print.”

... what the hell? he just stared at you, saying nothing as he tried to figure out what you were doing. was soonyoung around the corner? had you run into him and he pitched this idea...? or maybe it had been vernon. or mingyu. or... honestly, he had a lot of friends who teased him because his face went bright red whenever you teased him.

“if you were a vegetable,” you continued to read off of your phone, “you’d be a cute-cumber.”

this was even more confusing. he could see you were smiling. were you planning something? this had to be a prank. his face kept growing warmer by the second: of course you’d find cute pick-up lines to use on him. you didn’t even do this when the two of you started dating.

“if you were a fruit--”

“why are you hitting on me? we’re already dating.”

you had smiled to yourself again, that twinkle in your eye telling him that you were about to tease him again. yet when you looked up, you saw how red his face was getting. no point in letting this go to waste. “you’d be a fine-apple,” you finished.

and that immediately netted you jihoon whining at you with a quiet “stop, i’m going to die and then you won’t have a boyfriend anymore. do you want me to die?”

(... and of course, that meant you’d hit him with an angel-themed pick-up line minutes later after you found a suitable one.)

lee seokmin

"hey. are you a chicken?”

seokmin looked up from where he was sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through his social media on this lazy afternoon. he furrowed his brow, thinking over your words again. you knew as well as anyone else that seokmin wasn’t the greatest with stuff like horror movies. he clung to you the entire time you went to a haunted house with him, after all. “i--”

“because you’re im-peck-able.”

he snorted after a moment, already smiling. “ah--really? you’re hitting on me like this?” he paused after a moment. “... aren’t you tired?”

you giggled, “nope! i still have more--”

“because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

immediately, you yelled before diving forward, burying your face in his shirt. “that’s not fair!”

he laughed, bringing you into his arms as he sat up. “joshua told me that one once,” he giggled, “and i thought i missed my chance to use it on you.”

oh, of course he wanted to use it on you. what a dork. at least he was your dork.

kim mingyu

mingyu had been in the middle of cooking dinner when he heard you come in. he called out to you, asking how your day had gone. you’d made conversation easily enough as you slipped out of your shoes and into your house slippers, making your way into the kitchen. you leaned against the counter, watching him drop long noodles into boiling water.

“gyu.” yet when he merely hummed in response, you called his name again until he looked at you. “are you parents bakers?”

he furrowed his brows. “what? you know what my parents do, we’ve--”

“because you’re a cutie pie.”

he stared at you for a moment, words sinking in before he threw his head back and laughed. the pick-up line wasn’t so funny as much as it was his love for you that made him laugh. mingyu was utterly and entirely endeared to you in every way, and that included laughing at your silly little jokes. before you could even try to say another one, he made his way over to you, pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

“you’re so cute,” he giggled.

“it wasn’t that funny, you know,” you wrapped your arms around him. you’d save the other pick-up lines for later.

he squeezed you tight. “it was. because it was yours,” he said, giggling again. “really... i love you. you’re so cute.” he let go of you, stepping back to watch dinner. “dinner should be ready soon, by the way.”

you smiled, leaning against the counter once more. “i almost said something about your cake, you know--”

(which only earned you him yelling, laughing a little as he did so. god, he loved you.)

xu minghao

minghao had called out for you to come in once he heard you knock on the door of his art studio, and he’d nodded to you politely as you came in. without thinking twice, he continued his work, now acutely aware of the audience he had. he didn’t mind working in front of you--he trusted you to know that art was a process and the vision truly came together toward the end.

“hao?” you asked, sounding genuinely confused. “did you do something to my eyes?”

he furrowed his brows, looking over to where you were standing. “no? is something wrong--”

“because i can’t take them off of you.”

immediately, all concern for you evaporated because he saw the way you were smiling, the way you barely concealed your giggles now that he was looking at you. “are you done?”

your smile faltered. “oh. sorry, are you busy? i didn’t mean to--”

he giggled a moment later, so soft and airy. you’d always told him he had a cute laugh. “you don’t have to flirt with me,” he said, beckoning you over. he leaned in, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “i’m already yours.” 

boo seungkwan

seungkwan had been sitting across from you, coffee sitting in front of him, as he scrolled through one of his social media accounts. he’d been looking for a specific post to show you, listening to you ramble on about your day as he searched.

“hey. do you have a name?” you asked all of a sudden, immediately earning a confused look from seungkwan. “or can i just call you mine?”

his nose wrinkled as he gave you this look of disgust. “what? we’re already dating. what are you talking about?” he paused, looking around. “is someone recording this?”

you just giggled, watching him. “did the sun come out? or did you just smile at me?”

seungkwan, who was very much not smiling at you, actually cracked one at that one. “really? should i wait for you to be done?”

“yes.” you glanced back down at your phone, “do you play soccer? because you look like a keeper--”

seungkwan grabbed his coffee, getting up to leave you there. he heard your “hey!” as he walked away, smiling to himself. all too soon, you’d chased after him, taking your hand in his.

“i’m done,” you giggled. “but you are, y’know. a keeper.”

“i know,” he smiled, squeezing your hand. “and i’m yours, too.”

he’d have to find a pick-up line to use on you later, just to give you a taste of your own medicine... you’ll just never see it coming.

chwe vernon

vernon knew you were up to... something. you’d been skulking around, this devious smile on your face as you wandered to and fro, giggling to yourself. at first, he thought this had to be some kind of ‘look at this costume i bought our child’ (your cat) deal, since that had happened before (which was why you owned a sonic the heggehog onesie for said cat). yet you had leaned over the couch, watching him for a moment.

“hey.”

he raised a brow. “hey?”

“if you and i were socks, we’d make a great pair.”

he rolled his eyes, settling back into the couch. “i think we’d have like. a sick pattern, too, actually.”

you pouted slightly, apparently not satisfied with his reaction. “if you were a triangle,” you said, recovering well enough, “you’d be acute one.”

he looked up at you again. “babe, i don’t remember geometry.”

“oh my god.” you buried your face in your hands for a moment. again, you recovered. “hey. what’s it like to be the most gorgeous person in the room?”

“i dunno,” he leans up, “what’s it like?”

you shoved your face into your hands again, letting out a groan as he laughed. this was what you got for leaving your phone open to a page of pick-up lines with a boyfriend who was more than ready to beat you at your own game. he’d only hoped you’d try to hit him with something like that last one.

“vernonnnn,” you drew out his name in a whine. “i hate you.”

he giggled, leaning up to pull one of your hands away from your face, and pressed a kiss against your cheek. “love you too,” he giggled.

lee chan

chan had been standing by the produce when you came back to him with the bread, setting it into your cart. he stood right where you had hoped he would be, looking over sweet potatoes since they were on your grocery list.

“hey. channie.”

he merely hummed in response, setting another sweet potato into the bag.

“if you were a potato,” you nod toward the one in his hand, “you’d be a sweet potato.”

he looked up, a little confused. “okay? thank you?”

“if i could rearrange the alphabet--”

“oh no.”

“--i’d put U and I together.”

chan let out a sigh, a smile breaking out as he hung his head for a minute. he looked at you again, still smiling. “are there more? i’ll wait if there are.”

you just wrapped your arm around his, pressing your side against his. “nope,” you said. “just wanted to see your face.”

he chuckled, shifting just enough that he could comfortably continue gathering sweet potatoes. “you didn’t put these on the list so you could use that line, right?”

“nope,” you hummed. “just seized the opportunity.”

he chuckled. “good to know,” he planted a quick peck on your cheek, still smiling to himself. at least he found you cute.

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[unboundprompts]

writing a fic where blorbo is poisoned and blorbo in love with her has to take care of her, ideas for how i could get this across?

I would recommend doing some research on the poison involved so that it's as realistic as possible. In a fantasy/sci-fi setting you can probably make up your own poison and choose the symptoms and treatment you deem the best for the situation. Here are some ideas to help you with that:

General Symptoms of Poison

-> from this source.

Stomach Pain

Feeling Nauseous/Being Sick

Drowsiness

Dizziness

Weakness

High Temperature

Chills (shivering)

Loss of Appetite

Headache

Irritability

Difficulty Swallowing

Breathing Difficulties

Skin Rash

Blue Lips and Skin

Double Vision/Blurred Vision

Sudden, Noticeable Heartbeats (Palpitations)

Mental Confusion

Seizures

Loss of Consciousness

Treatment

-> seeking medical help is also a good idea. The best idea probably.

-> from this source.

If they are poisoned by swallowing something, try to get them to spit out anything that is remaining in their mouth.

If they are unconscious and swallowed something, try to wake them to encourage them to spit out anything left in their mouth. Do not put your hand into their mouth and do not try to make them sick.

If the poison is on their skin or clothes, remove their clothes and wash the affected area with warm or cool water. Be careful not to contaminate yourself.

Lay the person on their side with a cushion behind their back and their upper leg pulled slightly forward so that they do not fall on their face or roll backwards. (Recovery Position)

If vomiting, keep their head pointed down to prevent them from breathing it in or swallowing it. Do not give them anything to eat or drink.

If they have stopped breathing or their heart has stopped, perform CPR.

It is important to know what substances you think the person may have swallowed, when it was taken, why it was taken, how it was taken, and how much was taken.

Any existing medical conditions prior to being poisoned are important to be aware of, as it may impact their recovery/ the poison may have effects on their condition.

Activated Charcoal - sometimes used to treat someone who's been poisoned. It binds to the poison and stops it being further absorbed into the blood.

Antidotes - these are substances that either prevent the poison from working or reverse its effects.

Sedatives - may be given if the person is agitated.

Ventilator (breathing machine) - may be used if the person stops breathing.

Anti-epileptic medicine - may be used if the person has seizures.

Writing Prompts For a Character Being Poisoned

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

"Hey, hey, hey," she was lightly tapping his face, his head lulled to the side. "Open your eyes," she said to him gently, her heart sinking with each passing second. "Wake up, I need you here with me."

She had trouble keeping her eyes open. The room was spinning. She felt so weak. All she could hear was their voice, as if they were far away, telling her not to fall asleep.

They had this awful marking on their skin. It crawled across their shoulders and peeked out from underneath their shirt at the sleeves and neck. She thought it looked like it was getting worse every day, slowly blossoming across their skin. "It's not as bad as it looks," they said, trying to make her feel better. The raspiness of their voice and pale complexion did not fill her with hope.

"Your heart is pounding," she said, pressing a hand to his chest. His skin was feverish, warmth radiating off of him. Yet, he shivered as if he were freezing. "Only because I get nervous around you," he responds, a flirty tilt to his voice. They both knew that wasn't the only reason, but she smiled anyway.

"Will you eat something? For me?" They shook their head miserably. "I can't."

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[pillowspace]

Top 10 pick-up lines to win over your crush instantly

I seem to have lost my phone number. Can I have yours?

Want a raisin? No? How about a date?

Do you have a map? Because I just got lost in your eyes.

Your hand looks lonely. Can I hold it for you?

I hope you know CPR, because you are taking my breath away.

Save yourself, I am far beyond repair.

They will bury me alive, but I'm not inclined to care.

I am too far gone now.

So dry your eyes and count to ten, they'll have me on the pyre by then.

Forget the man I used to be, you'll move along more easily.

#i am abnormal over this song

[quadrant-query]

whats the best pick up line for each quadrant?

There's not any, because pickup lines are unarguably bad, in any scenario, so unless you're are already horns over heels for some dipshit those kids of things will never work.

That being said, I'm going to share a list of pickup lines anyway because I'm nothing if not good at my fucking job. Just be aware they aren't good and you shouldn't use these unless your intention is to get someone to fuck off faster than you can blink.

I feel like I should put a toxic waste warning ⚠ before these.

FLUSH

I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away!

I'm no organ donor but I'd be happy to give you my heart.

I was wondering if you’re an artist because you were so good at drawing me in.

Can you give me directions to your heart? I've seemed to have lost myself in your eyes.

PITCH

Are you garbage? Because I want to take you out.

Do you have a spade with you? Because I'm digging for a kiss.

The more I drink, the more beautiful you become. Cheers!

Are you pi? Because you're being irrational, and this conversation is going in circles.

Hey, you dropped something. My standards.

Are you an alarm clock? Because I want to kill you.

PALE

Hey, can I borrow a ski mask? I think I'm about to become a diamond thief.

You look cold... I've got a pretty impressive collection of blankets if you're interested.

I lost my teddy bear, will you sleep with me instead?

You must be a thief on the run, because I can see my diamonds in your eyes.

I think I need to be calmed down. Seeing someone as angelic as you has put me into shock.

ASHEN

So, what else do you two do besides loudly let everyone know your personal drama?

Hey, your vibes are rancid. Luckily I have a license in hazardous material cleanup.

Between you and me-- I think that guy over there might look good.

Perhaps you could make like a tree and leaf.

#I hated myself every second of writing this. #advice #pickup lines

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Killer Cookie

A/n: I finally finished and I don’t know what else to say but I hope you love reading this since it’s the last part

Word count: 3.3k

summary: You get into a fight at school and Hailey helps you and your brother to stop fighting

———————————————————————— It was a chilly, no… freezing day in Chicago. It was snowing but not as much currently because the storm is supposed to hit later tonight.

You decided to walk to the firehouse instead of riding the bus because you didn’t feel like hearing everyone screaming whenever the bus would almost crash, even though you were one of those people with your friends.

Your class won a food party because they collected the most votes on the door decoration contest. Luckily none of the food had strawberries. Because you are deathly allergic to strawberries and always needed an EpiPen with you just in case.

Which reminded you to tell Will or Jay that you needed a new one since you lost your last one when you went out sledding with them.

But when you opened your locker to get your backpack and Jacket there was a box of chocolate chip cookies.

~inside the box

don’t worry there’s no strawberries, 

-secret admire ;)

You screamed internally because you lived  for Chocolate chip cookies, and you had a secret admirer?

*** 

On your way home you were starving since you didn’t eat much at school, only really some fries from the restaurant.

So you decided to eat 2 cookies and let everyone else fight for the rest, they were yours after all. 

Opening the box carefully so you didn’t drop the box and whatever was in your hands.

You shoved the whistle cookie in your mouth. You may do girl things but you eat like a grown man, especially a football player.

Not even 10 seconds after swallowing the cookie your throat started to feel dry and you couldn’t breath 

(Give me a break today this is all going to be in mine right now)

“Shit. There’s no strawberries in these, unless.” You picked up a cookie and broke it in half. “What kind of psycho put strawberries in chocolate? I- I need to get t-to the house”

***

You basically pushed everyone aside who tried to greet you and rushed to the kitchen.

“Ayy, Y/n how’s my favorite Halstead sibling doing” Kelly joked

Jay hit Kelly in the elbow hard. “C'mon man it was a joke, I can have favorites”

“Nah, I see how it is, guess I’m never bringing food over here again. And you can keep Y/n forever then” Jay shrugged.

“I was just trying to cheer her up, she looks upset” Kelly usually payed attention to

Your face whenever you came in. He would know if it was ok to make jokes or he needed to pull you to the side and talk to you. Right now you are upset but that’s because you weren’t processing anything.

But clearly ignoring everyone was for nothing because you barely made it to your drawer of the kitchen before you fell and your backpack cushioned your fall.

At least you didn't  hit  your head.

“Y/n you good?” Jay stood up from the chair he was sitting at. This was so unlike you. You always came in and said “Hi” or “Hello” to everyone whether or not you were having a bad day

“Y/n?… SHIT Y/N!”Jay screamed 

“Take her back pack off,” Matt said. “What’s wrong with her? She turning blue”. Someone else’s voice came out from the other 10 voices.

“Give her CPR or something” Jay spoke as Kelly was rubbing your sternum.

“Jay we don’t know what’s wrong with her let alone why she’s turning blue it could be the cold” Kelly said “cmon y/n come back to us”

“I DONT CARE TJATS MY FUCKING SISTER WHOS DYING.” Jay roared.

Hailey practically runs in due to all the commotion with Stella and Sylvie right behind her

Sylvie and Stella ran over to you and started assessing you while Stella started CPR.

Hailey walked over your bag which was thrown a few feet away from you and decided to go pick it up, to help out.

Hailey picked up the box and your backpack so it was out of the way but when she looked in the box she saw something that she thought you wouldn’t have. 

“Shit, where does Y/n keep all her stuff in here” Hailey was looking at both Sylvie and Stella but she hoped at least both of them would answer.

“Uhh bottom drawer far left”

Hailey rummaged through the draw until she found a tube with a bright orange tip. And sprinted to you and pushed everyone out of the way.

As everyone was yelling at Hailey like she was crazy she rolled up your pant legs and Jabbed the Epi Pen in the middle of your thigh.

“HAILEY ARE YOU CRAZY? WE DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH HER” Jay screamed 

“Strawberries- she had strawberries” She sighed

***

My head feels like it’s underwater

Everything seems so muffled 

What-what happened?

Your eyes flutter open and immediately shut them due to the light.

“C'mon y/n come on back to us” a soft voice says

“Give her space guys” as time goes on the voices get louder and it forces you to open your eyes. 

“Just rest, we’re not gonna push you to talk, we’ll talk at home. We’re gonna leave soon”

Hailey had to go home while you were passed out because she had an early shift tomorrow so Will drove over to the firehouse to come and get both you and Jay.

“How is she?” Jay looked in his rear view mirror to see you guys.

Will checked your pulse again and looked at the watch on his wrist “her pulse is better but her breathing is slow, I might give her oxygen when we get home”

“Why would she eat strawberries?” 

“They were cookie Jay, maybe she didn’t know. It happens” 

“Well it better have been an accident or me her are gonna have a serious talk” Jay grumbled 

“Don’t be to harsh on her”

****

You woke up around 5:30 am and couldn’t go back to sleep, and the one thing you hated the oxygen.

You’d much rather have the nasal one but you can’t exactly argue with adults on what’s better for your health so you just have to deal with the mask. 

Eventually it got hot and you got bored since you couldn’t find your phone. You assumed it was still at the firehouse or Jay had it.

You dragged your little tank/ machine across the room and grabbed your comforter (the very top blanket on your bed) and your pillows and one stuffed animal  and stuffed them into the bathtub and you found your laptop and you put on your favorite show.

This was better than being in your bed. 

Will woke up to the sounds of Jay screaming in his ear. So much for trying to sleep in.

“Wake up, Y/n’s gone she’s not in her bed” Jay almost screamed at the top of his lungs.

“Are you crazy? Check her bathroom, I found her sleeping in there one time after a reaction and I heard sounds coming from there this morning” Will turned his back to Jay.

Jay ran into your bathroom which was connected to your bedroom and what he saw made his heart melt. 

*** 

“Here’s the real story, the PTO had a cookie drive where you could buy cookies for your friends and stuff like that and they would put it in your locker and we would find them, mine had a note that just said that “thanks for being great friend, don’t worry there’s no strawberries” Okay, so maybe you lied a little but it’s better than jay beating up some poor boy.

“Did it say from who?” Jay asked in his detective tone

“Nope, and I’m pretty sure Hailey told me she threw the box away while I was passed out” you shrugged.

“I guess it’s fine, maybe the PTO forgot. It’s not like anyone hurt you on purpose so it's fine. Right jay” Will sent Jay that look to just drop this subject this one time.

“Yeah right…” Jay picked at his pancakes. He wanted to look into it more but Hailey would kill him.

But… the laughing and the image of you guys faded into his mind.

Flashback end… (WHAT?!??)

Will realized it, it was Milly. Milly was somewhat an old friend of yours and he remembered the day you said you told her that you were allergic to strawberries when she was over. You’ve only been allergic for around a year and half. There hadn’t been anyone else you told. 

Except for Milly…

Will shot up from the couch, grabbed his keys from the bowl and ran outside to his car.

Will attempted to call Jay but he didn’t answer. So he was probably out with Hailey. 

“Jay when you get this meet me at the Jail they have Y/n immediately. There’s not a lot of time” 

***

“Uhh yeah, I just opened my locker and they were there. I didn’t think anything of it, I guess I was just excited” You shrugged.

“Did you tell anyone else about your allergy other than Milly” Jay spoke

“No, not until after the incident, I honestly don’t remember much from that day, but I don't really care to be honest.” You shrugged once again.

“Y/n listen to me, you’re going to have another court date. You’re going to tell everyone exactly what you told us. We’ll get security footage from the school and we’ll also get statements from everyone at the house” You’re lawyer was pretty strict and prescient on getting you out.

It wasn’t the first time someone has gone against Milly in court and you’re lawyer had won 4 cases against 2 

***

1 year and 7 months ago

“Well well well isn’t it the detective's little sister?” 

“What did I do not milly?” You sighed.

“Nothing, I just wanna make your life a living hell. Your brother is horrible and if I can’t do anything to him I might as well hurt what’s best to him, his little sister-.” Milly had a smirk on her face.

“Please Milly, I’m just trying to fix my makeup” you rolled your eyes and looked back at the mirror.

“Let’s see if make up can fix this” before you could ask her what she meant when you felt stinging on your right eye.

“WHAT THE FUCK MILLY, WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed.

“It’s not you I have a problem with. It’s your brother's little squad.” She spits as the rest of her group come in and corner you.

A kick from behind throws you to the ground. 

As you try to fight back Milly and get friends they overpower you as it’s 1v5 

(And yes this happened at my school but in the hallways❤️)

After a few more kicks to the stomach one of the girls speaks up. 

“Let’s go, don’t kill her.”

“You’re off the hook for now Halstead.” She kicks you once more in the stomach and you cry out in pain.

***

As soon as you got home you peaked behind the wall to see if Jay was watching Tv to make sure the coast was clear. Nothing 

You ran to your room and to your bathroom.

You pulled open your draw of Makeup and crabbed your concealer. 

(I don’t wear much makeup yet so give me break on how it works😭)

“Y/n? Are you good in there?” Jay knocked on the door

“Yeah, yeah just fixing something” you replied 

“Alright, Will called and asked if you wanted to go out for dinner” 

That made you freeze. You can’t go out like this… Will and Jay could tell the signs of when you used too much makeup. 

“Uhh, I don’t really feel like it. Can her just pick up chick fil a or something” 

“Are you ok? You love going out” Dam it Jay, did you really have to pick a being detective as your job.

“Yeah, I rather just hang out with you guys tonight y'know”

“Alright I’ll call him”

***

“Y/nnnn… Y/N”

“Is this one of those seizure things she used to have when she had that head injury?” Jay whispers to will

“No, it doesn't look like it. I’m hoping it’s not because I will sue this place down if they let her get a head injury and didn’t let any of us know.” Will grits that last part between his teeth.

“Y/N!” A voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Yeah, tell them in court got it. I gotta go bye”

“Alright, call me if you need to schedule anything or if anything happens” your lawyer stood up from the chair.

“Yeah thanks Chris” both Jay and Will got up and shook his hand and walked out.

“What was that about” Will mumbled

“I don’t know, Y/ns strange but you never know what’s going up in that head of hers.” Jay shrugged as he walked down the steps.

Just three weeks left Will said to himself, three weeks. And then you could go back to school. You missed a whole school year so you would be a year behind all of your friends. 

How could Jay not care, he hadn’t fought or visited you as much as he did. 

He would talk to him when they got back to his apartment. This was gonna be another fight 

“Jay?” 

“Yes will”Jay hummed

“You seem to not care about y/n all you do is sit her all day and watch these stupid games” 

“First of all the games aren’t stupid, and second of all how dare you say that I don’t care about her. It seems like you don’t care about her”

“ME? Oh no you sit here and go to the district come back home and drink like your Addict” 

“And you? Don’t act so innocent. You’ve been sitting there on your couch rotting away when you’re not at work” Jay scoffed

“At Least I’m trying to help, I’m trying to read about how we can help Y/n. Do you ever use your brain or are you so fucked up inside? You gonna turn up like dad if you don’t check yourself” Will shoved his finger in Jays chest.

Jay flung wills hand away. “Watch who you’re talking to. Don’t bother  coming over. And you can have y/n when she gets out since I don’t care about her. Now get the hell out of my house”

Like I said, the Halstead siblings are falling apart.

***

January 29th 2024

Court date

“All rise” Everyone stood up as the judge walked into the room

Will,Jay and your lawyer Chris had given you a talk on behaving and doing exactly what they said.

You were gonna follow through with those rules but you had something else in mind to add. A way that everyone would see the true face of Milly.

***

“I have a question for my client”

“During your first court, Ms. Taylor accused you of abusing her over the months, and looking over CCTV footage from your so called confrontation Michelle walked over to Ms Halstead instead and she threw the first punch. If you had looked at the cameras you would have seen it”

Milly looked astonished that someone had said her real legal name and not Milly. 

“MR. Olsen, I did look at the security cameras and I saw what I saw” The judge shrugged.

You had enough, the judge kept lying, Milly kept telling fake stories and everyone wans´t helping.

“I’ve had enough” You stood up. “Y/n what hell are you doing sit down” Jay yelled in a whisper.

“Back off Jay, Your name isn’t Milly Parker. It's Michelle. Isn’t that right? Ms, Taylor? There’s video proof of everything and every single one of your group of friends. You think I haven’t had an outsider for months? Giving me all the information I know right now. I knew it was you who tried to Kill me with the cookies. I got video permission and I saw it. Best part is I didn’t even have to wait for you to be proven wrong in a couple of years because IT'S ALL HERE. YOUR A FUCKING SNAKE, A LIAR AND BITCH”

Jay and Hailey got up and pulled you out of the courtroom before security did it themselves. 

“Y/n are you crazy, you’re going to end up getting more Time in jail” 

“You don’t understand Jay, she’s the one who hit me first. She’s the one who gave those strawberry Cookies” You cried.

Jay pulled you into a hug, so you wouldn’t run off and he could comfort you. “It’s alright, you’re ok. I’ll figure it out.” “Go get that footage on that screen, if they try to stop you someone named Harrison Butler will help you” Jay whispered to Hailey and she nodded back.

“Y/n I’m gonna leave you with Kevin for 5 minutes while I talk to Will about something really quick. Is that ok?” He could feel you nodding in his chest. 

***

“Natalie, It’s Jay. I need you to send Y/ns medical records from when we came for a check up after she had a reaction”

Jay kept humming in response when Natalie kept asking questions

“Alright thank you” 

“I’m getting super tired of the crazy shit” Jay mumbled to himself. 

***

“You need to listen to me. When you go in there don’t get up and scream, don’t accuse, don’t exaggerate. Stick to what Voight told you” Jay was on your level giving you a pep talk. This was the final court session. It would be decided who was guilty and who wasn’t. “Do you understand?”

“Yes. If I get to go home can I get McDonald’s?” It was worth asking.

“Of course y/n. I’ll buy you all the McDonald’s you want and whatever you want.” 

“Y/n it’s time, let’s go” Your lawyer Chris came out.

 ***

“Can Ms. Y/n Halstead come up” The judge “would please tell your side of the story to settle this once and for all.”

After the longest speech of your life which was almost 40 minutes. And other people are coming up to talk. A decision was made.

“I sentence Michelle Taylor 30 years for attempted murder, 10 years for fraud and 3 years for assault.” 

“For Y/n Halsted, she and her family will be compensated 10 thousands from the star and 25 thousand from the Taylor family from what she has been through.” You looked at Jay with a shocked face, that was a ton of money. “Case closed.” The Jude spoke. Everyone around you started clapping and cheering. 

People from your school who had also been affected by Milly were there, News stations, Your family from Med, Fire and Pd. The whole state had heard about your story and it finally worked, people came out told their stories with Milly and this Past year of Hell was over. 

You won

***

Now in the car With Jay and Will you guys were one of the last to leave since people were interviewing you guys like crazy. You were starving for something, not prison food. 

“Can I have McDonald’s now?” 

Jay and Will looked at each other and then looked back at you “taking that as a yes, I’m tired of prison food so let’s go”

***

IT'S OVER, I don’t know if I’m gonna pick this up and add to it again but I want to say I’ve been adding to this every now then since late December early January ish.

I love this and now I can focus on working on some other stuff I have to write😁

Sorry it took so long as well. I wanted to make it good but I got tired of writing this like 2 weeks ago so it’s kinda bad.

Love yall so much and thank you for all the support

#chicago pd #jay halstead #chicago #halstead brothers #one chicago #will halstead #hospital mention tw #x reader #chicago med #halstead sister #Jay Halstead X reader #Will Halstead X reader

[cherubkeery]

Okay but like Steve takes the kids to the pool on a hot summers day, and readers a lifeguard. Steve is obsessed with reader since forever, and he plans on pulling that one scene in sandlot when the kid kisses the lifeguard by pretending to drown. Toothrotting fluff lol

“You only want to go because Y/n is going to be there. Don’t you have your own pool?” Dustin said. Eyeing Steve suspiciously.

“I thought it would be nice to have a pool day outside of my house, butthead. More fun, duh.” Steve said, having a terrible excuse on why they were all headed to the local pool, instead of the one in his back yard.

“More fun? There’s so many people in one pool. The water gets too warm and gross.” Max says in disgust. She’s crammed in the back with all the boys and El.

“Yeah and if it gets in your mouth it literally tastes like-.”

“Okay! Okay! I get it, I just thought we’ll uh socialize more duh.”

“Hmm sure, dingus sure. You’re definitely not going to go see a girl you’d been obsessed with. Since like forever.” Robin says. Steve just rolls his eyes. The drive there isn’t long but already seeing from outside of the parking lot. A huge crowd has already gathered around the pool.

“All for a girl.” Dustin says disapprovingly. But Steve ignores him. Because he sees you, high up on your lifeguard chair. Staring out to make sure everyone is safe. No one is drowning.

“Michael! Please don’t run in the pool!” You sound genuinely concern for the kid, unlike other lifeguards who yell angrily at the kids. He likes that about you, your gentle nature.

“Sorry!” The kid yells back.

A plan slowly concocts in Steve mind. A silly plan, but he knows it’ll get your attention. He doesn’t mention it to anyone but Robin gives him a look.

“Whatever it is, I don’t want to know.”

☆.｡.:*　　.｡.:*☆

Steve is a really great, outstanding swimmer. If he can say so himself. Which means he knows how to make it look like he’s drowning when he’s not. He knows your instinct to help him will overpower the fact that you know that about him.

He waits until less and less people have left the pool. Heading towards the deep end. He hopes you’re watching him glide in the water. So he knows phase one of his plan is working.

“You sure you can make it that far Harrington?” Max jokes, Steve only smiles at her. Which only sends Max’s eyebrows to go up. She carries on anyway, swimming toward El. Away from him.

Once he makes it to his destination is when he begins to pretend to drown.

“Oh my god! Steve!” He hears you scream, a smirk he hopes no one can see appears on his lip.

“I thought he knew how to swim!” Mike yells.

With the help of another lifeguard, they manage to pull him out. Steve can already see the look on Robin’s and Dustin face. But he doesn’t care, phase one of his plan succeeded.

The lifeguard leaves to go get something as you stay behind.

“Shit, is he okay?” Will asks.

“He’s full of shit.” Lucas counters.

“Are you sure he’s not dead?” El asks.

Steve can feel you lean down close to him, pressing your fingers to make sure he’s still breathing. Then as you begin to give him cpr. His lips begins to mush into yours. Your hand is still pressed on his arm, you pull away quickly. But you don’t seem mad.

“Hope you had your fun, Steve.” You say. You lean down close to him once more as you whisper. “If you’d just ask me, I would have let you kiss me a long time ago.”

That manages to make Steve cheeks go red. You get up slowly, Steve scans your body in your red one piece and he knows he’s acting like a savage teenage boy. But he doesn’t care, he finally got to kiss you.

“Yeah I’m officially done with you.” Dustin says, walking away and back to the pool.

“Very lame, dude.” Mike says, shaking head.

Steve doesn’t care. He watches as you climb back up onto the chair. You send a wink in his direction. He knows he sure to get your number now.

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fluff

[kme-2020]

4

I knew my airway was blocked right away. I couldn’t breath, and I couldn’t make any noise, no matter how hard I tried. Panic filled my body and I wrapped my hands around my neck and leaned forward, trying to cough, feeling heat rising through my body. No one noticed as I struggled, so I stood up quickly and stumbled as my chair fell over. I had come alone to this coffee shop, hoping to enjoy a pastry and cappuccino as I read my book. I looked around and made eye contact with a fellow patron, who looked confused. I tried to cough and pointed at my throat, begging them to understand that I was choking. I tried taking a sip of my drink, but the blockage didn’t move. Embarrassed at my helplessness, I banged the table with my hand and pounded a fist to my chest, producing a pathetic wheeze. Comprehension spread across the confused customer’s face and she stood up while yelling out for help. She ran to me and asked if I was choking, to which I nodded my head vigorously.

“Help! HELP! She’s choking!” the customer called out as she began patting my back…I could tell it wasn’t going to help. I shook my head and mimed the Heimlich Maneuver with my fists. “Someone help!” She called out again as she stepped behind me and positioned her arms around my waist and attempted an abominable thrust. I grabbed her hands and thrusted with her, willing her to use more force. I heard her curse under her breath and yell for help again. Dread filled me as I realized she didn’t know how to help me.

I could feel a heaviness settling into my body as I became weaker and weaker due to lack of oxygen. The painful blockage in my throat was not moving. The customer yelled out again and I saw from the corner of my eye someone run towards us and push her out of the way. Their strong arms made a ball with their fists against my abdomen and they thrusted in and up, a painful but welcome force. They did it again and again, and I heard their deep voice ordering for someone to call 911. They paused to repositioned their hands and another sharp thrust into my abdomen lifted my feet off the ground momentarily, my hands grabbing their wrists reflexively because of the pain.

The customer who had failed to rescue me was in front of me now, gripping my shoulders and urging me to cough and breathe, but it was no use. I stared into her eyes and moved my mouth wordlessly, trying to cough with each thrust forcing itself under my rib cage. I could feel my vision tunnelling as the force of the abdominal thrusts surged through my body. It was excruciating and I felt myself growing distant. My vision began to blur as I felt the stranger move to begin powerful strikes between my shoulder blades, still supporting my with his opposite arm supporting my chest. I began slipping and he grabbed me around my waist, and I felt more abdominal thrusts before feeling the world tilt. The feeling of cold tile against my check before being rolled onto my back was the last thing I recalled before sharp compressions began in my chest. I felt my shoulders move with each distinct chest compression, while someone else pried my mouth open and tilted my head back. Distant yelling filled my ears as the darkness took over…

…I came to, noticing a cold sensation moving around on my chest. I moaned inadvertently as my awareness returned. I tried opening my eyes and saw a blurry outline of a paramedic pressing their stethoscope against my chest. I felt a blood pressure cuff around my arm and an oxygen mask forcing air into my lungs…my lungs! I could breathe! I closed my eyes again and heard the paramedic call out to me, urging me to look at them. I felt so weak, feeling tenderness in my abdomen from the Heimlich Maneuver, aching in my chest and back from CPR and back blows. My throat burned with each breath too.

I opened my eyes, blinking against the bright overhead lights. “That’s it, look at me…” t paramedic grabbed my hand “give my hand a squeeze if you can hear me”. I have a feeble squeeze and nodded my head. “My name is Adam, I’m a paramedic. You choked on your croissant, a few people tried helping you and 911 was called. The blockage came out once you passed out and CPR was started. You were unresponsive but breathing irregularly, and responded to rescue breathing by some bystanders. We’re just reading some vitals now and we will be heading to the hospital soon. You have an oxygen mask on and I need you to let it help you right now, I know it’s uncomfortable. We’re going to do our best to help you”. I nodded and closed my eyes, focusing on breathing and the sensations as the paramedics worked on me.

“Keep your eyes open…what’s your name?”. A second paramedic appeared in my line of sight and asked me. “Simone…Simone Wright” I struggled to speak. “Alright Simone, my name is Jenna, Adam has just gone to grab the stretcher, we’re just about ready to go to the hospital” she said to me with kind eyes.

“Thank you”, I replied….”thank you so much”.

#heimlich maneuver #resuscitation #cpr resus #heimlich #resus #cpr

[thedarkcircuswritings]

....I need Royal margarine x reader plz! I love that man. Such a flirt, charming, got a cute pathetic side, I adore him! I would be easily flustered by him lmao! Also would love to be held by him lmao!

"Hey, I hope you know CPR, because you just took my breath away!" Royal Margarine probably used this pickup line on many before, but you were the first to blush. To laugh and get a little giddy at his flirt. Honestly, it caught him a bit off-guard, fumbling with his own enamorment for a moment before puffing out his chest. He had to act cool. He can't screw this up, he can't lose such a charmer like you! "You seem quite adorable when you blush like that, darling, so how about I cut to the chase? You, me, the nearest restaurant, I pay!" He heard a chirping noise behind him, and he quickly corrected himself. "Oh, and Buttercream too." Seeing your thoughtful, yet blushing expression made his heart race. Was he on too strong? He hoped it was alright, because good Hollyberrys, he had never gotten this far before! Stay calm, Royal Margarine, stay calm, stay cool as cream, risen as dough, this is fine, this is- oh my HOLLY YOU SAID YES- Royal Margarine did a double take when he saw you nod. "R- Really!? I mean, ahem, of course, of course! Who'd want to reject a meal with me, hm? Call it a date, so let's go now! How about that, darling? I promise to treat you well!~" Keeping a strong persona, even if part of him sweated from flustered anxiety, he wrapped his arm around you, holding you close when you nodded again. "Wonderful! You and that dazzling face of yours won't regret it, darling, I swear!" The date went well, probably to Royal Margarine's surprise. His first date and it was with this wonderful cookie right in front of him! Once it was all said and done, Buttercream nudged him close to you, and despite being nervous, he cleared his throat, unable to meet your gaze as he blushed. "Shall we... Go out another time, darling?"

#🎭Shadow Writing! #I usually don't fall for himbos #But I make one exception #And it's for this man right here #Jester and a dragon rider is a silly combo! #royal margarine cookie #y/n cookie #reader cookie #royal margarine x reader #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oneshot

[perspectivestarters]

Perspective's Sentence Starters; The Tortured Poets Department by Taylor Swift (Part I)

FORTNIGHT

I was supposed to be sent away.

They forgot to come and get me.

I was a functioning alcoholic.

Nobody noticed my new aesthetic.

All of this to say, I hope you're okay.

No one here's to blame.

What about your quiet treason?

For a fortnight there we were forever running.

You're in my backyard turned into good neighbors.

I want to kill her.

All my mornings are Monday stuck in an endless February.

The effects were temporary.

I love you, it's ruining my life.

I touched you for only a fortnight.

My husband is cheating.

I want to kill him.

I call you up but you won't pick up.

Another fortnight lost in America.

Buy the car you want.

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT

You left your typewriter at my apartment.

Who uses typewriters anyway?

You're in self-sabotage mode.

Who else decodes you?

Who's gonna hold you like me?

Who's gonna know you if not me?

We'rе modern idiots.

You smokеd then ate seven bars of chocolate.

I chose this cyclone with you.

Sometimes I wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

Everyone we know understands why it's meant to be.

Because we're crazy.

That's the closest I've come to my heart exploding.

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS

Here we go again.

You should've seen him when he first got me.

My boy only breaks his favorite toys.

I should've known it was a matter of time.

There was a litany of reasons why we could've playеd for keeps this time.

I know I'm just repeating mysеlf.

He runs because he loves me.

'Cause you should've seen him when he first saw me

I knew too much.

There was danger in the heat of my touch.

He saw forever so he smashed it up.

Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me

He was my best friend.

I felt more when we played pretend.

He took me out of my box, stole my tortured heart

Told me I'm better off, but I'm not.

DOWN BAD

Did you really beam me up?

Tell me I was the chosen one.

For a moment I knew cosmic love.

Now I'm down bad, crying at the gym.

Everything comes out teenage petulance.

Fuck it if I can't have him

I might just die, it would make no difference.

Come back and pick me up.

Fuck it if I can't have us.

I might just not get up.

I might stay down bad.

Did you take all my old clothes?

They'll say I'm nuts if I talk about the existence of you.

For a moment, I was heavenstruck.

I loved your hostile take-overs.

I'll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it.

How dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded?

Cause fuck it, I was in love.

Fuck you if I can't have us.

SO LONG, LONDON

Pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

My spine split from carrying us up the hill.

I stopped trying to make him laugh.

How much sad did you think I had?

Did you think I had in me?

You'll find someone.

I didn't opt in to be your odd man out..

I founded the club she's heard great things about.

I left all I knew.

I stopped CPR.

Thе spirit was gone.

We would never come to.

I'm pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.

Two graves, one gun.

I'll find someone.

You say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it.

My white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment.

My friends said it isn't right to be scared.

Every breath feels like rarest air.

Just how low did you think I'd go before I'd self implode?

You swore that you loved me but where were the clues?

I died on the altar waiting for the proof.

You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

I'm just getting color back into my face.

I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place for.

But I'm not the one

BUT DADDY I LOVE HIM

I forget how the west was won.

I forget if this was ever fun.

I just learned these people only raise you to cage you.

What a mess.

I just learned these people try and save you 'cause they hate you.

Too high a horse for a simple girl to rise above it.

They slammed the door on my whole world.

But, daddy, I love him.

I'm having his baby.

No, I'm not, but you should see your faces

No, I'm not coming to my senses.

I know it's crazy, but he's the one I want.

Growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all.

You're this chaos, he was revelry.

Stay away from her.

Lord knows the words we never heard.

I'd rather burn my whole life down than listen to one more second of all this bitchin' and moanin'.

I'll tell you something 'bout my good name, it's mine along with all the disgrace.

God save the most judgmental creeps who say they want what's best for me.

Sanctimoniously performing soliloquies I'll never see.

You ain't gotta pray for me.

It's just my choice.

There's a lot of people in town that I bestow upon my fakest smiles.

Scandal does funny things to pride but brings lovers closer.

We came back when the heat died down.

Went to my parents and they came around.

All the wine moms are still holding out.

Fuck 'em, it's over.

Even my daddy just loves him.

I'm his lady.

Oh my god, you should see your faces.

I know it's crazy but he's the one I love.

FRESH OUT OF THE SLAMMER

I'm running back home to you.

I know who my first call will be to.

He don't understand me.

Handcuffed to the spell I was under.

But it's gonna be alright.

I did my time.

Toss the ashes off the ledge.

I will never lose my baby again.

My friends tried, but I wouldn't hear it.

Watched me daily disappearing for just one glimpse of his smile.

All those nights you kept me goin'.

Swirled you into all of my poems.

Now we're at the starting line.

No matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway.

Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up, now that I know what's at stake here.

FLORIDA!!!

You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too.

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true.

My friends all smell like weed or little babies.

The city reeks of driving myself crazy.

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in.

Can I use you up?

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away.

Well, mе and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time.

Yеs, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine.

Well, no one asks any questions here.

So I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body.

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

I need to forget.

I've got some regrets.

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable.

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

What a crash, what a rush.

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this.

I don't want to exist.

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #exodusmusing #*mystarters #*ttpd

[kit-walk3r]

The Evans’ dating profiles

The dating profiles for Tate, Kit, Kyle (and FrankenKyle), Jimmy, James, Rory, Kai, Austin and Peter featuring their likes, dislikes, interests and favourite pick up lines.

Tate

Likes: girls with parent issues, girls with no friends, girls who like birds

Dislikes: popular people, happy people, parents

Interests: crying, death, hating his mother

Favourite pick up line: on a scale of 1 to 10, you're a 9 and I'm the 1 you need

Kit

Likes: happy people, maternal women, women who can make a delicious first course

Dislikes: people who hate children, racist people, people who complain about gas prices

Interests: family time, getting high, polyamorous marriage

Favourite pick up line: know what’s on the menu? Me ‘n’ u

Frat Kyle

Likes: girls with good music taste, kind people, girls who don’t talk about themselves

Dislikes: selfish people, rich people, Toto haters

Interests: helping people, partying, defending Toto

Favourite pick up line: if you were a vegetable, you’d be a cute-cumber

FrankenKyle

Likes: Zoe

Dislikes: Not Zoe

Interests: Zoe, playing with dogs

Favourite pick up line: this road goes two ways

Jimmy

Likes: almost everything

Dislikes: prejudice people, clowns

Interests: tupperware parties, family, having emotional breakdowns

Favourite pick up line: knock-knock.

Who's there?

When where.

When where who?

Tomorrow night, my house, you

James

Likes: women who enjoy murder, non-judgmental women, loyalty

Dislikes: women sensitive to death, religious people, modern day slang

Interests: murder, training people to murder, more murder

Favourite pick up line: the sparkle in your eyes is so bright; the sun must be jealous

Rory

Likes: people who’ve seen his movies, british accents, older women

Dislikes: nothing

Interests: himself, hot tubs, brad pitt movies

Favourite pick up line: are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only 10 I see

Kai

Likes: women who do what he says, women who will have his baby, occasionally men

Dislikes: independent women, women who won’t make him a sandwich, democrats

Interests: world domination, cults, trolling people online

Favourite pick up line: I lost my virginity. Can I have yours?

Austin

Likes: fun people, sweet tasting people, Dolly Parton fans

Dislikes: talentless people, people with a bad blood type, people with morals

Interests: karaoke, musicals, searching the internet for victims

Favourite pick up line: I would take you to the movies, but they don’t let you bring your own snacks

Peter

Likes: people with good music taste, fun people, people who can withstand whiplash

Dislikes: slow people, people who always obey the rules, people who follow the speed limit

Interests: kleptomania, running from the cops, Pac-Man

Favourite pick up line: you must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night

Colin

Likes: older women, strong women, people who listen to him

Dislikes: criminals, people who use him, people who don’t let him eat his bagel before delivering bad news

Interests: solving crimes, eating at nice restaurants, hanging out with his mum

Favourite pick up line: I hope you know CPR, because you just took my breath away

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[generallysapphic]

to hold your hand in mine +18 (shuri x riri)

riri has a fear of drowning, and shuri wants to help, but she finds it’s more of riri’s guilt thats haunting her.

riri centric, i could write essays about this woman 🫶🏽

this is more so a character and relationship study piece i’ve been dying to write for these cute lil lesbians for a very long time. healthy black lesbian relationships mean a lot to me so i had to write them again!! this is more so angsty than most of my stories so expect that! (queen ramonda is alive, namor is dead)

warnings; established relationship, descriptive nightmares, LOTS of survivors guilt, thoughts of death, panic attacks, fear of death and drowning, talks of death, small argument and slight miscommunication, lots of crying, heavy feelings of guilt, protective! shuri/ strap on sex, slight hair pulling, soft core sex, more crying, overstim, pet names, first time, praise kink, communication.

song inspo: ceilings by lizzy mcalpine (please go listen!)

dedicated to all the shuriri lesbians/sapphics out there, i see you and understand you 🫶🏽

tag list!! @shuriszn @msplayas @zayswriting @dejaonline @fetchyourlife @crispynightmaremagazine @verachii @bubshri @karimwillia @ashleighshaw @letitias-fav @neptoons1998 @shurixririshipper @cansah2002-blog @widowmakker @tuesdaylovesu @chocoflagcutii @zhanylai @blackgirlfariy @i-luvv-stars @heartsforjojo @kamorsstuff @jessiap @pidgemotoiii @shuriris-suff @shurixririshipper

riri wakes up with a jolt, the air flying out of her lungs, gasping deeply, as she grounds herself on the bed, squeezing the sheets between her hands. she squeezes her eyes shut, trying to count back from 50 like her therapist said, but her ears are still ringing, her eyes are still burning, she can still hear shuri, “mama! mama, wake up, wake up!” and it’s too much.

she shudders, still trying to count, finding the kimoyo beads shuri gave her on her wrist and toying with them, just to feel something to calm herself. griot alerts, “is something wrong, ms williams?” and riri blinks, looking down and letting out an uncomfortable laugh, “no, no, i’m fine. sorry to wake you… well, i guess you don’t sleep,” she says softly, moving the sheets away from her legs and sitting on the edge of the bed and shaking her leg.

griot starts, “do you want me to call the panther for you?” and riri’s stomach aches, her head ringing, “no! no, no, i’m seriously fine. do not call shuri,” she reiterates and griot speaks again, “your heart is pacing at 132 beats a minute and it appears your REM schedule has been disrupted. it seems… did you have a nightmare, princess?”

angrily, riri takes the beds off and sets them on her dresser, it’s too many questions she can’t answer right now. she walks away, heading to her bathroom and running some cool water to calm herself down.

she had been having the same nightmare for over three months now. she’s always drowning, it starts, all the water from the ocean feels like it’s sat on her chest and she can’t move. her eyes aren’t open, but she can see and her brain is unresponsive and nothing makes sense, expect the queen. the queen of wakanda, someone she barely knows is rushing towards her, holding her softly and pulling her to the light. she can feel it on her skin, and she knows someone is giving her CPR because the weight on her chest is a softer one, one of hope and love that wants her to wake up. she never does though, her eyes still closed and even the queen isn’t awake. but she still feels everything, she hears shuri screaming and crying and it tears her up inside, she feels like she’s dying, it’s awful—

riri blinks, the tears in her eyes falling into the sink of running water. she looks in the mirror, when did she start crying? she frowns, wiping her tears away with wet hands and cutting off the light once more, walking in the darkness to her bed. she looks at the clock on her dresser, 4:18 am, and sighs, laying back down and looking at the ceiling.

her thoughts are loud, i can’t breathe, i hate this, i miss shuri, why doesn’t she hate me, why am i alive— and she stirs to her side, closing her eyes and trying to calm herself. her kimoyo beads go off, the only chime it could be being shuri and she turns over to read the message.

shuri : my love, griot says your vitals are spiked are you alright?

riri frowns again, exhaling a deep breath as her tears form once more, why are you worried about me, hate me and make this easier, please —

you: i’m fine, just had a bad dream.

shuri’s response is immediate, do you want to come home? tell me about it?

riri bites at her lip, home, home and safe with shuri, home with the queen and throne room she got drowned in, home with the mother she nearly killed, who almost died trying to save her, you: no, it’s fine.

shuri types again: i’ll be there in the morning.

riri groans, knowing there’s no way to convince shuri she’s fine and rolls over, accepting it. it makes her heart flutter though, to know that shuri loves her that much, but the fluttering ultimately stops when she’s overcome with guilt. why? why does shuri love her? she can’t fathom it, it was so strange to get that long paragraph in the middle of the night four months ago of shuri’s undying love for her. riri remembers staring at the message for so long, hoping to wake up and never see it again.

her therapist says her guilt is making her feel unlovable, like there’s no way someone can be with her and love for who she is and riri always argues that it makes sense! how could shuri love her; she’s the reason the city flooded, the reason namor wanted to kill the queen in the first place, the reason shuri is the queen now! all because she wanted some fucking extra credit? shuri should’ve let her die, she always concludes.

her eyes feel full once her tangent ends, her poor sheets being picked apart at her hands. riri knows there’s no way she can tell shuri any of this, shuri would just make it worse telling her that riri wasn’t at fault and that she had no way of knowing, but what if she did? how convenient is it that a government official ordains her work and accepts it from MIT? it was right in front of her face, she just chose to look away, she’s so fucking stupid—

her beads go off again, shuri: please call me.

her heart is heavy, she can tell shuri is worried and only one of them needs to be awake right now. she calls her on the phone, it ringing once before shuri picks up, “hi, sthandwa, are you okay?” her accent melting over the phone. riri smiles sadly, eyes wanting to spill over, “yea, i’m fine, i told you— just a nightmare.”

shuri picks it up quick though, “you sound like you’ve been crying,” and riri groans inwardly, damn shuri and her intuition. “well, i haven’t, so,” she snaps back, and shuri sighs. “riri,” and the soft call of her name makes her heart ache, she’s squeezing her sheets again, and closing her eyes to brace herself. “you can tell me, you know? i’m always here for you,”

yeah, why? why can’t you just fucking hate me? “i’m literally fine, shuri, now go to bed, you have to be up in the morning to come get me,” riri jokes slightly, trying to move in from this topic as fast as possible. shuri sighs out a laugh, “i will, but i was worried about you. you haven’t slept with your beads on in so long and the one time you do, griot tells me your heart is pacing and you woke up so suddenly, it just reminded me of a not too long ago.”

riri sighs, she had stopped sleeping with her beads in bed so shuri wouldn’t have a track record of the three months of nightmares and waking up to she’s been going through. the first time she did leave them on, shuri was on top of her health just like now; asking questions and checking on her. so she stopped— and she knew it hurt shuri’s feelings, her kimoyo beads being an extension of her love for her all the way in wakanda, so they can always be connected and close to one another— but riri couldn’t do it, she’d have them on all day and when she slept shuri would know, she’d know about her guilt and it would kill riri to think shuri could find out. “yeah i know, it was just another nightmare, im seriously fine,” riri wants to get off the phone, shuri’s voice so close to her and how caring she is makes all of riri’s body ache.

she hears another sigh from her girlfriend, “okay.. i’m choosing to believe you, love, but please. if there’s anything you need—” riri cuts her off, “yes i know, shuri, i’ll tell you. now go to bed so i can see you in the morning, okay?” she can see shuri’s smile who finally agrees and whispers an ‘i love you’ and riri whispers it back, hanging up and sighing. she looks up at the ceiling, tears spilling over into her bonnet and she once more picks at the sheets and shakes her leg.

shuri’s at her dorm, dora milaje and all, at 10 in the morning. riri had already accepted she wasn’t going back to sleep that night and had decided to stay awake and pack. she got a run in around campus, leaving her beads once more, then decided to get breakfast while she wait on shuri.

when they finally meet at riri’s dorm, shuri pulls her into a deep kiss, rubbing up her back and keeping her close. the inches between them makes shuri dip down a bit to do so. riri wraps her arms around shuri’s neck, smiling into her mouth. she pulls away first, “hi,” she says softly, their foreheads touching. shuri smiles down at her, eyes flashing between her lips and eyes, “hi, my love,” and riri wants to double over, shuri’s nicknames might be the death of her one day.

they’re escorted to the jet quickly, everyone at MIT not even surprised the queen of wakanda was here once more to get her girlfriend. they sit close to each other on the plane, riri’s head on shuri’s shoulders as okoye flies steady to wakanda. shuri whispers to her, “did you go back to sleep after i called you?” and riri looks up and nods, “yeah,” and it’s obviously a lie, she knows she looks exhausted, all from crying, not sleeping, and jogging in just the span of 6 hours.

shuri frowns, “you clearly didn’t, we’ll take a nap once we get back,” and riri wants to hide her smile in shuri’s shoulder, playing with her hand as her body heats up. shuri was always so attentive to riri, always making her take care of herself. you don’t deserve it though, her thoughts creep through and she sighs, closing her eyes, just wanting a small moment of peace. she feels shuri stroke her cheek in her hand and okoye announces they’re very close to home.

riri bites at her lips before it slips out, “how’s your mom?” she whispers lowly and shuri smiles a bit, some sadness on her lips, “doing well. she’s still sleeping,” she says back and riri nods, not wanting to push the boundary any further. queen ramonda’s coma was nearly three months old at this point and even with all the wakandan tech in the world and riri’s help, she still slept, breathing deeply and laying silently.

riri remembers when she woke up first, coughing up water and still hearing screams despite her ears full. the queen was breathing, kimoyo beads shining a bright green to show she was alive, just not awake. shuri rushed to her side and aided her immediately, shaking her and giving her cpr, nakia trying to answers shuri’s screams of “why won’t she wake up?!” as fast as she could. okoye came to riri’s side, holding her and asking her if she was alright but riri couldn’t think; why wasn’t the queen waking up? why did riri wake up and she didn’t? namor speaks amongst all the terror, “shuri. you’re the queen now, take responsibility for your actions,” and he points to riri who sits, frozen, before she looks back at the queen, beads still bright with no sign of her waking up.

she shudders at the memory, tucking her forehead deeper into shuri’s shoulder who leans against her, “you can see her, yknow,” she whispers quietly and shuri’s offered it before but riri feels her chest heave, the weight of seeing the queen again pulling her entire body lower into the ship, “no, i’m— im okay, yknow i don’t do good in hospitals,” and she isn’t completely lying, she really does hate all the medicine and iv bags and such, just reminds her of when she was younger. and shuri nods, completely understanding and loving, and it makes riri feel sick.

okoye speaks, “your highness, we are home,” and riri is grateful she doesn’t have to talk anymore. she gets up to look out the window, the city is still fixing itself, some water still be flushed out and some homes demolished and riri shudders and walks away from the window and sits back down. shuri holds her hand once more, “do you want to work in the lab today?” and she nods, knowing she’d rather be distracted than anything. shuri smiles when riri does and the plane lands. she stands first, “but we’ll get some rest first, yeah?” and riri looks into her eyes, tiredly, and nods.

many of the dora milaje grab riri’s luggage and she tries to help to mostly avoid sleeping with shuri but shuri reassures her that it’s fine. they walk down the corridors and pass the lab before riri stops, “one quick project before?” she says slightly smirking, knowing shuri really couldn’t resist. she turns, sighing with a fond smile on her face, “…one. just one,” she reinforces and riri nods and laughs, a genuine noise she hadn’t heard from herself in a minute.

they walk in together, doctors and scientists alike greeting them and shuri walks them over to her side, moving some of her past projects. riri sees another two, three sets of kimoyo beads, but a slimmer, slicker style. she rolls up her sleeves and finds some goggles, “what are these?” she asks, looking at the different styles. shuri turns, gloves and goggles on and smiles a bit sadly, “i was working on making a different design for you, i figured you couldn’t sleep with my original version of beads because they were too big,” she says and kisses riri’s forward before walking past her to get another pair of gloves.

riri sighs, she knows, god fucking dammit, she knows how much it hurts shuri to keep her out, but she can’t afford shuri knowing. she really can’t, “oh, thank you,” she says quietly and shuri comes to back to her smiling and handing her a pair of gloves.

one project turns into five and before they know it, the sun is setting low over the city and shuri and riri have been up and working since they arrived home.

shuri practically forced riri to go and get some food with her, which usually results in shuri leaving with a huff, grabbing some food for the both of them and feeding riri bites as she works. riri of course does the same thing, missing her mouth sometimes because of her height which shuri then promptly makes fun of. they laugh and work together, riri’s mind finally at ease with her thoughts.

it’s only when shuri’s beads go off, griot reminding her she has her daily visit with her mother in fifteen minutes. riri stills, looking at her, “you— you can go, i can finish up in here,” she says and shuri looks at her, words so clearly ready to be said but instead she purses her lips and smiles, “we’ll get some rest after i come back,” and she says it like she won’t let riri stay up any longer, leaning forward and kissing riri’s forehead once more. the contact makes riri smile, tilting up and connecting their lips instead. shuri smiles against her mouth, pulling away before riri distracts her once more. she walks away with another quick kiss and another before finally leaving, riri alone in the lab with googles and tracksuit still on.

she sighs, taking off her goggles and gloves, fiddling with her beads once more. this time griot doesn’t alert, probably adapting to the fact that she likes to mess with it rather than something being wrong. but instead she speaks, “hey griot?”

the system alarms, “yes, princess?” and she bites her lips again, “how long was shuri working on her newest kimoyo beads?” and she knows griot knows. he speaks after a second of calculating, “around 25 days,” and riri’s body floods with guilt, shuri had been working so had to make her accommodations since she’s known about her nightmares. she sighs out, “is there something wrong princess?” and she shakes her head, trying to steady her heart.

“princess, your heart is beating rather fast, should i call the panther?” and more guilt rises, “no, she’s — she’s with her mom, i’m fine, i just need some rest.” riri repeats once she thinks about shuri long enough, sighing and walking out of the lab. shuri is coming out her mothers room, smiling and she looks up at riri, “oh, you’re done? ready for bed then?” and riri steadies her heart and fakes a smile, nodding.

they head to shuri’s room together, hand in hand and riri speaks first, “how was your mom?” and shuri smiles, “good. she talks in her sleep, so sometimes she responds.” and riri smiles and laughs a bit once shuri does too, trying to keep the wave of guilt down in her throat. they reach shuri’s room fast, the bed made and some clothes on it, pajamas riri notes.

shuri speaks, “i figured you’d want to wear mine since you keep taking them anyways,” she says and riri smirks and faces her, “you’re just mad i look better in them,” and shuri laughs, hugging her from behind, kissing her scalp, “maybe. i don’t even wear them anyways, so, mutually beneficial relationship,” she mumbles and riri smiles sadly, holding on her forearms. shuri stays there a bit, like she knows riri needs it, which riri does, so she’s grateful, and then pulls away, the safety of her leaving riri sighing, “i’m going to get ready for bed,” shuri says and riri nods.

once shuri walks off, riri undresses and envelopes herself in shuri’s clothes, the scent of her girlfriend surrounding her and making her smile. she walks into the attached bathroom with shuri, who’s brushing her teeth, and smiles at her in the mirror, seeing that riri’s toothbrush was still here. she starts as well, leaning against shuri and eyes closing slightly, the lack of sleep she got finally catching up to her. shuri’s saying something to her but her eyelids are heavy and she can barely hear her. “riri,” shuri whispers and she looks up, blinking and toothbrush still in her mouth. “i was saying come on before you fall asleep at the sink, love,”

riri nods, complacent enough to just listen and spits, rinsing her mouth and leaning her head in shuri’s shoulder, who laughs and leads her to her bed. riri falls first, on the left side like she normally does and shuri pulls the covers over her, laying on her right side and cuddling up next to her. riri settles on her collarbone, sighing out a small “goodnight,” and shuri kisses it back on her forehead. riri really doesnt want to go to sleep, she knows she’ll have another nightmare, but her body is exhausted, she can’t move. she hopes tonight will be the one night she doesnt.

her eyelids slide shut as she feels shuri’s breathing on her face and it calms her down, her body finally shutting down.

and she’s dreaming again. and again, there’s no light, she’s surrounded by complete darkness. she feels the water on chest, filling her ears and surrounding her skin, and it’s a lot but this is the mild part. she’s waiting, she knows what happens next— the queen comes to her and saves her but it doesn’t help either of them. she knows this and expects it.

but no one comes. her body is sinking lower and lower into the endless sea, and it’s getting darker and darker and the amount of weight of water increases more and more until she feels it flooding her body, filling in every crevice and invading her mind. she tries to move, maybe even open her mouth and scream out for help but her body is stiff, like she’s already accepted this is it. and maybe she has— “riri,” maybe it’s better this way, maybe the queen got out and the real problem was just her and everyone knew she was just dead weight, her stupid fucking extra credit, “riri!” maybe she was left behind for a reason, maybe—

“riri!”

and she opens her eyes, gasping and sitting up, clutching at the t-shirt on her chest, eyes wet and mind reeling. she breathes hard and looks around, this wasn’t her dorm, where was she—?

“ri—” shuri’s voice stirs her, hand on her shoulder and she locks eyes with her confused and still breathing hard, “riri, you were— you were crying, and you wouldn’t wake up, what happened? are you alright?” and shuri’s holding her steady, hands on her shoulders and waiting for a response as riri breathes. she can’t speak just yet, she needs to feel something, she needs something between her fingers.

shuri sees riri’s hands picking at the sheets and picks them up in one of hers, holding them tight and bringing her back down. she’s uses the other hand to pull riri in her chest and keeps her there, holding riri’s two hands in one of hers. shuri shushes her, whispering as riri blinks away her nightmare.

shuris hand in hers calms her. she squeezes, once then twice and shuri repeats the motion. it settles her heart, and she breathes slower and slower as time passes. once it’s finally over, riri hides away in shuri’s chest, eyes wet and full and mumbles out, “i’m sorry,”

and shuri gapes at her, no tension or anger in her voice but all confusion, “for what?” and riri sniffles, still hiding, “for.. for scaring you, i guess,”

shuri sighs, “you had a panic attack, you shouldn’t apologize love,” and she says it like it’s a simple understanding and riri nods like she gets it but it doesn’t matter, she still feels sorry and completely useless, like some type of anchor shuri has to carry around now.

shuri speaks again, “can you… can you tell me what you were dreaming about?” and it’s said softly, shuri knowing she’s treading in the water that riri was both afraid of and never wanting to cross. she shakes her head in shuri’s chest and shuri sighs again, “riri, i… i want to help you, my love, please tell me how.” riri’s body heats up with embarrassment. she shakes out of shuri’s embrace and wipes her face, “there’s nothing you need to do,” she whispers harshly, getting up and heading towards the bathroom.

shuri frowns at her in the bed, slightly grabbing her wrist and keeping her there, “what do you mean, ‘need to’? i want to help, you just had a panic attack in your sleep so im worried—” riri cuts her off with a jolt of her shoulders, “don’t. shuri, stop it,” shuri’s eyebrows lower and riri avoids eye contact, trying to keep all the tears and word vomit in her head. her thoughts are begin, see? all you do is stress her out, every since you met it’s completely useless in telling her, you’d just cause more trouble, “look, just.. just let it go okay?” she whispers once her thoughts get too loud, and she means it literally, but her subconscious knows she means it over all too; she wants shuri to let her go, to stop worrying and keeping her around its so fucking useless—

“no.” her girlfriend replies, standing and moving riri around to look at her, “i don’t know who’s told you what, but i want to help you, love, i won’t let it go. you’re my girlfriend and i love you, so please, tell me.” and it’s a hushed promise in the night that has riri blinking away tears more and more before she can’t do it. her entire chest feels like the world is on top of it, she can feel every breath she takes spiking her lungs and it’s torture. some tears spill while she’s looking everywhere but shuri’s face, but a gentle hand guides her back to it, shuri looking at her with encouraging and loving eyes, and riri breaks.

her whole body heaves in, eyes spilling over and she falls forward, shuri enveloping her with ease and love, holding her steady as riri just sobs. it’s completely ugly and loud and embarrassing but she can finally let it go, and shuri doesn’t say a thing, she hold riri tight, not tight enough to restrict her lungs— as riri’s breathing heavy and hard— but tight enough to let riri know she’s right there.

and riri accepts it; squeezing at shuri’s back and holding her tighter than she’s ever held her before, her eyes stinging and lungs burning as she sobs quietly. “i’m— im so sorry, i’m such a fucking idiot, i’m sorry—” riri’s mumbling out, and shuri pulls away, wiping her face, shaking her head, “no, you have nothing to apologize for, my love, it’s fine—”

and for cuts her off, shaking her head and still holding on to her hands, “no, no it’s not fine, i— i hurt you, and your family, and your mom— fuck, it’s all my fault, my stupid fucking project, the only reason namor was here was because of me, shuri, it is my fault, i— i’m sorry,”

and shuri gasps a bit, finally understanding. riri had felt like she was the reason for all of this— her mom, the city, the war they had, shuri becoming the black panther in the first place. she had been struggling with this guilt all this time and didn’t even say anything. shuri’s heart broke, how could she not have know? she blinks, there’s not time to feel sorry for herself, she thinks and gathers herself, still wiping riri’s tears and holding her close. “riri,” she whispers softly and riri hiccups and sobs, before breathing steady and look at her, eyes red and body still shaking.

shuri smiles sadly at her, “i know how you feel,” she says and riri frowns, not understanding. shuri continues, “i know the guilt and blame you feel for not doing something sooner, for not knowing earlier. i know, my love. if i had known my brother was sick, i would have saved him,” she whispers the last part to riri alone and riri’s eyebrows raise a bit, eyes burning. shuri’s eyes fill a bit, “but i did the best i could with what information i had. i tried, love. i tried so hard. and you did too. you are, in fact, trying so hard to make it right, correct?”

riri starts to retort but shuri doesn’t let her get it out, “you are,” she answers for her, “immediately after what namor had done to you, to my mother, you helped me make my suit. you helped us develop the heat devices to dry him out, yes? you helped me because you wanted to, because you wanted to try and make it right,” riri starts to shake her head, to retort and not accept shuri’s reasoning but shuri keeps her still.

“you have nothing to feel guilty over,” she whispers, looking deep into her eyes, trying to convey the best she could. riri blinks, eyes still leaking and a small smile forms on her lips, “yeah?” she says softly and shuri nods again, smiling back, “i promise,” and riri actually, truly believes her.

riri sleeps all throughout the entire night after shuri wipes her faces and kisses her over and over again. she doesn’t dream, her mind just feels like it’s floating in a spacious peace for the night.

when she wakes up, it’s the first time she feels rested. riri doesn’t have the angst she normally does in her heart, and she doesn’t immediately start pulling at her sheets. she blinks a bit, fixing her scarf and sitting up, realizing she’s alone. she looks down at her wrist, “griot, where’s shuri?”

and it speaks, “with the queen. she appears to have woken up,” and riri’s body moves before she can think. she’s awake, she’s awake, i have to see her, thank her, her mind is reeling, brushing her teeth as fast as she can, and rushing out of the door. she gets to the queens room fast, the large golden doors starting back at her. riri’s hand shakes as she lifts it to knock, fingers tingling and she taps twice.

before shuri comes to the door, riri breaths in and out, calming herself. shuri opens the door, eyes wet and smile bright, “good morning,” and riri smiles, “hi,” she says softly, just looking past her. shuri laughs a bit, “oh right, you’re not here to see me, mother you’ve got riri more than i do, i can’t believe it,” and shuri’s joking and riri hears it, a soft, quiet laugh from queen ramonda as shuri steps aside, revealing the queen.

riri’s heart almost breaks, she still looks so sweet, smiling and eyes low and obviously still waking up. she sat up, her hair in small twists and oiled, something she knew shuri would take the time to do. riri’s eyes nearly fill in seconds as she walks forward stuttering, “i’m— im sorry, and thank you, i’m so happy you’re awake, i’m so sorry, i—” and queen ramonda waves her hand, shaking her head, “child, you are safe. that is all i wanted, and you see? i am fine, stop saying sorry,”

and riri feels the way she did last night, ramonda felt like she was the last word, when she’s finally at her bed, ramonda takes riri’s hands in hers, pulling her close. and riri leans in, blinking and crying softly, “you make my daughter so happy, riri. and i knew she’d have someone to look after her, if not me,” and riri nods, wiping her eyes and smiling and shuri pipes in, “you never told me that, did you know riri and i were dating before then? because we werent,” she says looking at the both of them, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“ah, a mother always knows,” she smiles out and riri bites her lip, “that’s… that’s okay, right? like do i need your permission or anything?” and she means it honestly and ramonda laughs, “no, you’re both grown, shuri knows what she wants and i’m sure you do too. no need to ask for anything my love, you have a home here,” and riri nods, smacking her lips once she hears shuri mumble, “i said that too,”

the rest of the morning is spent talking. ramonda tells shuri of the dreams she had. how she spent time with her husband and saw her brother in law. t’challa had visited her a couple of times as well and shuri would tear up and squeeze her hand. the three of them talked for hours, well into the afternoon, and griot had to alert one of the scientists to bring the three of them lunch, as they hadn’t even eaten.

ramonda was up and moving after her second check in during the midday, smiling and laughing as her legs wobbled a bit as she got used to walking again, shuri there all the way helping her. it made riri happy, some of the guilt she still felt in the back of her brain fogged away with joy and forgiveness, finally happy and clear minded.

and shuri was next to her and ramonda the whole time, holding her hand when riri wasn’t sure if she should ask a question and encouraging her to talk. ramonda did the same, listening sweetly and nodding along as riri spoke, cooing her and coaxing her to open up about her nightmares and she always reassured her, “i would have saved you in every lifetime, you should not feel guilty about that,” and riri always smiles, playing with her hands that eventually become shuri’s instead.

the day ends quickly, doctors and scientists aided queen ramonda to her actual room, shuri helping her there. riri stays behind a bit, watching softly before ramonda turns to her, “you take care of yourself, alright?” and riri feels her eyes weld up again and nods, shuri smiling at her.

riri walks to shuri’s bedroom lightheaded. she plays with her kimiyo beads, this time not anxious but just pleasantly bubbly. she giggles a bit when she sits back down on the bed. she’d normally dread this part of the day, heart heavy and brain nervous about going to sleep but she just feels… content.

shuri comes in a moment later while riri’s deep in thought. “hey, are you alright?” and riri smiles and walks to her, opening her arms and pulling her into a deep hug, smiling hard into her neck. shuri of course accepts it, pulling her close and laughing a bit, “what?” shuri whispers and riri pulls back to look at her, feeling all the love in the world.

she shrugs a bit shy, “just… thank you, i guess. and i’m sorry i didn’t say anything, again, i was just—” shuri shakes her head, “it’s fine, i’m just happy you’re feeling better now, right? nothing else you want to say?” and riri shakes her head, tilting up to connect their mouths.

shuri accepts it quietly, holding her close and sighing into her mouth. shuri rubs up and down her back, and riri moans a bit, feeling shuri’s mouth overcome hers and it’s an amazing feeling, she pulls shuri closer to get more of it. riri’s head reels, suddenly light and fogged, shuri overcoming all of her senses.

riri pulls away first after she feels herself through her underwear, “sorry,” she whispers and looks at how wet shuri’s lips are, body hot. “for what?” shuri says back and riri shys up again, “i don’t know, we’ve never.. yknow done that, so i didn’t wanna push your boundaries,” she says and shuri’s eyebrows raise a bit, pulling riri close, “okay, well what are you comfortable with?” and riri sways a bit, biting her lip and glancing away, “i mean, whatever you’re comfortable with,”

shuri laughs a bit, “okay.. what do you want to do?” shuri emphasizes and pulls riri closer, mouths ghosting over each other, and riri flirts back, “what you wanna do,” she whispers against her mouth, them sliding against each other once more. riri moans a bit louder now, opening her mouth and leaning forward, running her fingers against shuri’s curls. shuri groans a bit when she feels riri tug and it causes riri to smile against her mouth.

they had talked about it, of course. sex wasn’t a conversation either of them strayed from, and they both agreed it’d be best to do it when they had the time and had the mind space for it, as they both took sexual intimacy very seriously. so, it doesn’t surprise riri at all that the time for it was when she finally clears her mind of all the anxieties she had been plagued with.

shuri leads them both to the bed, toppling over riri laughing all the way when they fall and disconnect for a bit. riri’s still in shuri’s pajamas, then just a bit long for her and shuri uses it to her advantage; pulling away from her mouth and kissing at her neck, a place she so rarely is. riri gasps against her, pulling at her curls again, feeling shuri groan against the small space between her ear and neck. it causes her to smile, “you like when i pull your hair?” she whispers,sultry, and shuri pulls away to look at her, pupils blown wide and lips wet, “i like when you do everything,” she says, honest and breathless and riri tries to stop her legs from crossing to hide her arousal. “yeah?” riri asks and shuri nods, sliding her hands underneath her night shirt, riri’s hot stomach connecting with her cold hands.

riri arches into the touch, sighing, and still holding onto shuri’s neck, “yes,” she speaks again, leaning down to kiss riri’s exposed skin. “i like when you’re honest with me,” she mumbles against her chest, pulling the shirt off, exposing her breasts, nipples up and waiting. shuri licks her mouth at the sight of her, “i like when your body is honest with me,” she sighs out, dazed, trailing her hands up to squeeze the skin between her fingers, riri gasping out a moan and closing her eyes and holding on to shuri’s wrists as they play with her.

shuri leans down more, kissing against her, “i love when you tell me what you want,” she says, moving everywhere but where riri needs her. she gets the hint quickly, “please put your mouth on me, shuri,” riri sighs out, eyes glossed over and looking deep into shuri’s. she nods, more for herself, and sucks on riri’s nipples, playing with the other in her hand.

riri sigh and tugs at shuri’s hair again, who groans and bites at riri’s nipples; riri bucking and moaning at the aggression. shuri pulls away, “was that okay?” and riri nods, breathless, “yeah, feels good..” she whispers and shuri nods, sucking on her skin once more, hands traveling lower and lower to slide riri out of her pajama bottoms. riri lifts her hips up to help, her underwear hot and wet between shuri’s wondering fingers. she tries to close them but shuri keeps one hand on riri’s thigh to keep them open, the other sliding up and down her underwear and her mouth still working on her nipples.

riri moans, “shuri… please,” and shuri nearly moans at the sound of riri’s begs. she nods, pulling away from her nipple with a wet pop, and completely focusing all her attention on her pussy, pulling her underwear down with a swift movement. riri’s practically leaking, shuri finds, her clit pulsing softly as she feels herself get stared at. riri moves her legs shyly, “shuri, don’t just stare,” she jokes but shuri takes it seriously, rubbing up and down her legs and looking at her with mesmerized eyes, “you’re so beautiful, nkosazana, i can’t help it, ” she whispers, kissing at riri’s legs and sliding her hands against her thighs. “so gorgeous,” she whispers into riri’s skin.

riri shuts her eyes tightly, the sight of shuri between her legs proving too much for her to handle. shuri kisses at her thighs and the crevices between them and her pussy, riri bucking against her to get some friction where she needs it. shuri takes the hint, kissing riri’s clit and making her gasp out a moan, hands between the sheets and the other attempting to cover her mouth and lessen her moans. but shuri’s mouth works on her likes she’s had riri before, like she’s done this a thousand times. shuri licks at her clit, sucking softly and using some of her panther strength to keep riri’s legs apart. riri moans, back lifting and hands gripping the sheets, “fuckkkk—!” leaves her mouth, eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure.

and shuri smiles against her, sucking hard and sliding her fingers past riri’s entrance, one finger being able to push in because of how wet riri was. riri feels it, whining and sighing as shuri fingers her way in deeper, making room for the second finger and pushing through with ease. riri feels her clit begin to pulse under shuri’s tongue, skin prickling and pussy leaking, and it makes her gasp out wetly, “i’m— oh fuck, i’m cumming, shuri, shuri, i’m gonna cum,” and she lifts her hips to practically fuck on shuri’s face, who takes it all, moaning against her still keeping one hand on riri’s thighs to hold her open. riri’s eyes roll back and she tried to let out one more warning but she feels it, riri’s orgasm runs a marathon through her body, pussy leaking into shuri’s fingers and clit pulsing under shuri’s tongue, who doesn’t let up— she sucks and pulls on the uncovered bud, fingers still working diligently inside riri and riri groans, deep gasps leaving her mouth as she tries to move away in overstimulation.

shuri pulls away, sighing, removing her fingers and licking at her lips. riri’s body falls, exhausted and overworked as she comes down from her orgasm. shuri kisses on her thighs, moving her cum soaked fingers against her skin and riri finds her hand, holding it and squeezing. shuri kisses her way up to riri’s mouth, kissing her deeply and putting cum on riri’s lips. riri sighs and pulling her deeper in her available hand, the other letting go of shuri’s and put in her coils. shuri moans once her hand reaches there and she pulls away, “what else do you want, my love?” and she means it sincerely, kissing at her cheeks when she asks the question.

riri giggles, and asks sincerely, “you wanna fuck me?” and shuri gapes at her, laughing, “so explicit! Bast, you could have said that any other way,” she laughs out and stands, walking towards her closet, sliding off her own shorts. riri sits up, mind a bit fuzzy from her orgasm, “what i’m hearing and seeing, is a yes,” she jokes and sees shuri reach for her strap, shaking her head, “i suppose so since you asked ever-so sweetly,” and riri smiles, pulling shuri into a kiss when she comes back.

shuri kisses at riri’s mouth, moving around to find some lube before adjusting her boxers. riri disconnects their lips and watches as shuri moves around the strap. shuri leans down with her, still wanting to be connected and riri can’t help but smile against shuri’s lips, so happy to finally have a clear head and tended heart. shuri pulls away to look at her girlfriend, “what?” she asks sincerely and riri giggles, sighing and opening her legs once shuri touches her thighs and coaxing them open, “i’m just happy. i love you,” she mumbles back and shuri smiles, flashing a glance at her dick against riri’s pussy, then back at her eyes, leaning down once she’s completely lined up, “i love you too,” she whispers back and pushes, riri sighing and whining against shuri’s mouth.

shuri moves slowly against riri, bodies close and touching after shuri’s finally all the way inside riri, who’s gasping against shuri’s lips, “oh, fuckkkkk—” she moans out and shuri smiles a bit, kissing at her cheeks and riri’s hand finds hers, holding it and squeezing. she doesn’t move until riri nods, “move, please, baby,” she whispers and shuri nods, pulling out and pushing back in with a soft thrust. riri gasp, clinging to her forearms and groaning, shuri kissing at her neck again as she thrusts.

she whispers in riri’s ears, “does that feel good, love?” and riri nods and moans, unashamed and holding on. shuri leans up, angling herself at a different position and holding on to her waist and thrusting harder, lifting riri’s thighs a bit to get to her g-spot.

riri groans out, “fuck, fuck, fuck me right there shuri, please— unffffuckk—!” and riri’s body lifts, her thighs shaking under shuri’s touch and she sighs, holding on to them, “you gonna cum, my love?” she whispers and riri nods, eyes seared shut and small tears forming, “yeah, yeah, i’m gonna cum, fuck, make me cum shuri please, please— haaaa, im cumming, baby,—!” she gasps out and her body twitching and her hands ripping the sheets as she cums, pussy squeezing around shuri and her thighs still shaking. shuri’s thrusts come to a halt as riri finishes, shuri leaning down and kissing her, soothing over her thighs and slowly pulling out.

riri moans softly, accepting shuri’s kiss with a tired mouth and a fogged mind. shuri shuffles out of the boxers, sliding the strap away and pulling off of riri’s mouth, “do you need anything love?” and riri blinks up at her dazed and fucked out, shaking her head. shuri laughs a bit, kissing her deeply again before getting up to grab a towel and another shirt for riri to sleep in.

riri lays on shuri’s bed complacent and weak, body finally coming back to life after a while of rest. shuri comes back and kisses her again, helping her sit up and holding her, riri sighing into shuri’s mouth and wrapping her arms around her. she smiles against her mouth, kissing back softly. shuri pulls away first, “i love you,” she says again and riri says it back, eyes closed and heart full.

when riri wakes up, shuri is next to her. she feels light, her body is sore from the night before but all in all she feels amazing, like all the guilt and angst she felt had slipped away into the night.

shuri is still sleeping, breathing deep and her coils popping out her bonnet. riri giggles at the sight, tucking the stray ones in and leaning up to kiss her. shuri wakes up after the fourth kiss, sliding her hands against riris back and keeping her there, sighing into the kiss and moving along with her mouth.

she pulls away, “good morning, sthandwa, how did you sleep?”

and riri smiles, knowing she can finally and honestly say, “good.”

i love shuriri never forget it!! they make me so INSANE IM LOSING BRAIN CELLS OVER THEM i better see 5k edits of shuri and riri on tik tok in february 1st 00:01 EXACTLY!!

anways i hope you guys enjoyed. this story was very dear to me and it means a lot to talk and work through these serious topics with my favorite characters, give them the happiest of endings they deserve!! also the song above just led me to write it, it’s not actually important to the story but it’s a gorgeous song regardless

okay bye!! reblogs and replies are ALWAYS appreciated mwah mwah ❣️

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Struggle (Xavier Thorpe x reader)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem Reader

Warnings: Cursing, kissing, groping. Cheesy pick up lines. Part two to Competition (See my pinned post) Same gif for continuity

Requested: Yes. 

A/N: Blurb thing worked! Remember that requests for them are still open because they help a lot. Got my writing back. Here, enjoy. I never went to prom because pandemic. No, there won’t be a part three. No smut because to me, it didn’t fit. 

“What do you think?” You asked Tyler, pinning your hair in a half up do. You were taking advantage of the biggest mirror in the house, the one in the living room. Tyler was hanging around, waiting in his white suit. “Too much?” 

You had curled your hair and put on a light makeup, trying to make it look natural. The same could be said for the dress, choosing a simple white slip one, that shimmered with a pearl finish in the light and ended up in mid calve. You had worried about the theme a lot, not wanting to look like a bride. 

“I think you look way too good for being the date of Xavier Thorpe.” He said, placing himself behind you to help you zip up the dress. “Maybe go for a bolder lipstick, so you look more tan.” 

The bell rang at that moment, and you gave him a look through the mirror. You were just starting to get your makeup finished, you weren’t going to receive Xavier now. Besides, the door was, like, five feet away from the living room. They would be fine.

“Fine.” He muttered. “I’ll go.” 

“Be on your best behavior! And maybe apologize!” You screamed after him, painting your lips red on a whim. Tyler might be the whitest boy ever, but he gave good make up advice sometimes. He had been a mommy’s boy through and through when your aunt was alive, always standing behind her when she got ready, looking with wonder how she did her makeup every day. You knew it because you used to do the same when you were kids, hanging in his house a lot. 

You completed your look with some gold earrings, and looked thoughtfully at your hair, lifting it to picture how it would look if you went for a French twist instead. 

“Don't.” You heard a voice say. Xavier. “Your hair is stunning. You should wear it down more often.” 

“Oh, wow.” You said, turning to him and letting your hair fall back down. He looked good, all dressed in white and with his hair pulled back. But you couldn’t resist. “I hope you know CPR because you just took my breath away!”

Xavier laughed, eyes scrunching up in the most adorable way. 

“So our competition is still on?” He asked, reclining casually against one of the couches. Because in that case, … Are you a parking ticket? ‘Cause you’ve got fine written all over you.”

“Where's Tyler?” You smiled at Xavier, but started looking around for your cousin. He had been ready, but had stayed to hang with you for a while. “Because if he is not here… We have the house to ourselves.” 

“He just walked out after letting me in. Didn’t say a word.” 

“Sorry. He is sorry about assaulting you, you know? He is going to therapy, he can still be an asshole, but he is trying. I know it doesn’t excuse what Tyler did, but I am sorry you have to interact with him.”  And you were truly sorry about it because no matter how much Tyler was trying to get better, no victim should be forced to interact with their aggressor. Xavier was doing it for your sake only. 

“Enough about him. You look gorgeous. “ Xavier approached you, hesitant hands coming to grasp at your wrists, slipping something there. A bracelet. One made from moonstone. “Goes with the theme.” But his hands didn’t let go of your wrist. You could feel the warmth there, long fingers circling your wrist. And you were sure he could feel the way your pulse was beating wildly against his fingers, but Xavier seemed unwilling to let you go, lips parted in a surprised expression. It didn’t feel real, after so much time flirting and texting. You were a good match, in terms of intellectual compatibility, you knew that already, with your similar sense of humor and love for banter. It seemed like your chemistry translated to the physical aspect, if a simple, innocent touch like that was affecting you this much. 

“You know, my uncle won’t be coming back until twelve or one, maybe. He is obsessed with the murders and avoids Tyler like the plague. He will stay at work for as long as possible.” You said, looking at Xavier’s eyes. You really wanted him to kiss you, to give in. It would be so much better if he was the one coming to you and not the other way. You wanted him, but victory was sweeter. By the look in his eyes, Xavier seemed to be thinking along the same lines. His eyes dropped to your lips, highlighted by the crimson paint there, but he quickly righted himself, looking back into your eyes with a smile. 

“As much as I would like to stay here and ditch the dance…” He dropped your wrist, one of his hands making its way to the small of your back. You couldn’t help but shiver at the touch. “I want to do this the right way. Even if in that dress, you look good enough to eat.” 

“Oh, you could eat me out anytime.” You winked, making him snort. 

“You meant up, surely.” Xavier scrunched his nose, but his lips were stretched into a smile.

“I know what I said, mister.”

Still with his hand on your back, Xavier steered you towards the door. It seemed like tonight, you were the bold one, even if he was unable to stop touching you. You weren’t sure you liked it, so decided to tone it down a little. You weren’t going to spend the whole night chasing him, that’s for sure. It was time he upped his game too. 

“You are pretty confident you lead, and I follow.” You stated, letting him move you forward anyway. 

“Oh.” Xavier pulled his hand away. “Sorry. Didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“No, it's fine. I like it. You wear it well.” You gave him a smile of your own, grin slightly turning more mischievous. After locking the front door, you started walking towards the path with him. “You know, if being sexy was a crime, you would be guilty as charged!” 

“Fuck, that was so bad.” Xavier laughed. “ I got one worse.” His hand nestled comfortably against your waist, pulling you along. “You are a hell of a thief, you know?” 

“What?” You asked, turning to look at him and tripping with your heels in your haste. 

“You stole my heart from across the room.” He finished with a smirk, hands going to steady you. “Careful there. I have been told pearls scratch if they touch gravel.”

“Convenient.” You take his hand in yours and start walking more purposefully. You enter the place confidently, keeping your posture open and a smile on your face. The decorations are nice, the all white theme making it look like a winter wonderland. 

“So.” Xavier says, shifting a little on his feet. “Do you like it? Want me to get you a drink?” He rubs the back of his neck. You like how nervous he gets. You aren’t a sadist, but there is something about seeing someone who is so confident in everything else get all shy from holding your hand. It makes him sweeter, softer, like he is not all smooth lines and cocky grins. Tyler was wrong, you realize, Xavier Thorpe is nothing like him at all. In Tyler, there was something harsher even, lurking just beneath the surface. He was too, all smooth words and not an ounce of shame, pulling blushes from girls left and right, with that damn overconfident smile. In Xavier's case, what lurks behind the surface is a softness, a sweetness you bet not many people see from the popular guy. 

“It is a beautiful set-up.” You reply, turning towards the commotion in the door. “Seems like my cousin finally made his arrival. Fuck, they look good together.”  And you are saying nothing but the truth. Wednesday looks stunning in a black vintage dress, eyes and dark hair glinting prettily. Tyler looks like a dork, but a cute one, looking at her like a lovesick fool. 

“Seems so.” Xavier’s voice is bitter. You can’t tell if this is about Wednesday or Tyler, but keeping quiet isn’t an option. 

“You are in love with her, too?” You ask him, reclining casually against one table. There has been a spark underneath all your flirting, but if he is in love with Wednesday, you would rather know now before you went all the way and fell for him. 

“Just had a tiny crush on her. And… I thought we were friends. ” Xavier answers, leaning on the table too. This way, both of you have eyes on the dance floor, where Wednesday is already causing a commotion. “Seeing her with your cousin… You tried, you know? And I like that. You said you were sorry. But if she is my friend, why would she be his? You are tied to him, I know how blood…” 

“Yeah. Blood is thicker than water.” You grab at his hand, holding it in yours once again. This has to be the oddest first date you had ever had, consoling a guy who is moping about his crush going on a date with your cousin, who also assaulted the guy. It is such a ridiculous thought, you can't help but laugh. “You realize how absurd this is?” 

“Yeah. Now, let me finish. I might have had a tiny crush on Wednesday, but I have a big, fat one on you.” Xavier drapes his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, until your bodies are touching. You don’t resist. Xavier seems more at ease than before, like the cloud of sadness has lifted from him. But his touch is hesitant, and the way his eyes keep darting to yours shows he is worried his advances might be unwelcome. You have to defuse the situation somehow, and you know just the way.

“Ever the flatterer.” You answer and snicker. Xavier blushes, but doesn’t apologize for the innuendo.

“Dirty mind.” He chastises instead, tugging at a strand of your hair. His hands are gentle, careful to not mess up your curls. You smile at him. It would be easy, you realize, far too easy, to fall for him. 

“Oh, I didn’t say anything. You did that all on your own.” Xavier smiles back at you, blush still prominent on his cheeks. It’s kind of cute. “I think we can’t let Tyler embarrass my family name by making all the Nevermore students think we can’t dance.” 

“Is that an invitation?” Xavier leans closer, allowing you to smell his cologne. It must be something expensive because it is delicious. You can’t help but lean close too, and going by the way his smile grows, Xavier notices. “I think you look good already, but I bet you would look even better in my arms.” 

“Laying it a bit thick there.” But you let him pull you to the dance floor. You catch Tyler’s eyes and give him a wave. He frowns at the way Xavier is pulling you closer to him, hands on your waist, body flush with his. Your eyes open as wide as saucers, and you stop looking at Tyler, instead looking up at the confident grin Xavier is sporting. The heat on your cheeks intensifies, blush coming out in full force. 

“Got your attention now?” He arches one eyebrow, a genuine smile threatening to break his facade. You feel giddy, oddly.  Like you could end up in a fit of giggles any time from now. Quickly but swiftly, you are losing ground against him and it shows. If you are competing, Xavier just scored twice. The song doesn’t call for this kind of dance, but Xavier seems to want to touch you more than anything. And so because you refuse to lose so easily, you let him do it, peering at him between your lashes, coyly. “You know, we should go to the movies sometime… No, bad idea…”

“Why?” It is a weird conversation topic, for sure. It has nothing to do with your previous talk, nor with the way, he is holding you. 

“Because they don’t let you bring your own snacks.” Xavier smiles, dimples in full display. You can't help the groan that leaves your mouth. “Got one worse.” 

“Do you?” You arch an eyebrow. That was so cheesy, there was hardly anything more outrageous. 

“If you are here, who is running heaven?” Xavier brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, seemingly unable to contain himself. He looks like an eager preschooler showing his friend a new toy. His smile is contagious and so, you end up laughing too. “If you let me, I could worship you all day long.” The second part is more of a whisper, Xavier’s voice going all low and raspy, making your body tingle. He won. That you will admit. There is still honor in losing to a great competitor, after all. You want to jump his bones right there because this boy isn’t only pretty and funny, he’s got a sharp mind and hotness in spades. 

“Well, I love me a pious man.” You say, going on your tiptoes. You desperately would like to kiss him, admitting defeat. Overall, it doesn’t matter because you bet tasting his lips would feel like winning too. You don’t get the chance because suddenly, you feel something slimy and cold fall over you. A tiny scream leaves your throat at seeing it is red.  The sprinklers… They are leaking something all over the hall. Red liquid splashing everywhere, with a weird texture that reminds you of blood. A terrible thought crosses your head, and you try to get away from Xavier. But his grip doesn’t budge, pulling you even closer instead. 

"Shhh, it's just paint.” He says, running a hand over your hair, like one would do to soothe a scared animal. “Don’t freak out. Breathe.” You try to obey him, taking deep breaths. “Look, smell it.” Xavier sweeps his hand over your face, collecting some of the red liquid that covers both of you. He presses it against your nose, which wrinkles at the smell. Xavier is right. Only diluted paint. You feel stupid for panicking, but the way he is rubbing your back prevents you from feeling too bad about it. Now that you aren’t as afraid, you risk a glance at him. Xavier looks silly, all covered in paint, and you can’t help but smile.

“My dress is ruined.” You complain, watching how everyone is evacuating the place, most people running around in blind panic. Xavier keeps holding you, preventing you from rushing to the exits. It is a smart move because you would get trampled if you did the same. You are already getting pushed around from the haste everyone has.  Xavier shields you with his body from getting the worst of it. 

“Maybe.” Xavier rubs at your back, gently. “You still look gorgeous.” 

“You don’t, you look silly.” Xavier gives you a fake wounded look. “You know, you are quite the artist…. You were great at drawing me in.” At that, he laughs, throwing his head back. He looks cute. You hate it. To distract yourself from his stupidly cute face and kissable lips, having came back to your senses and refusing to surrender in this game of yours, you take a look across the room. People have started calming down, only a few students left, calmly heading to the exits.”I should go home, right?"

“Let me find your cousin first. If he doesn’t show, I’ll walk you home. You can’t go back on your own this late, with all the attacks.” Xavier scans the crowd, but he is unable to find Tyler, too. You bet he has gone with Wednesday somewhere. You pull out your phone, checking your lock screen. It is just as you suspected. 

“Tyler texted me, he is going after Wednesday.” You say to Xavier, not sad at all. You would much rather have him walk you home than your cousin. 

“Come on, I'll walk you home.” Xavier takes off his jacket, soaked in paint as it is, and places it over your shoulders. “It must be cold outside.” He explains. You smile at him.

“Thank you.” You slip your hand in his, and lead him towards the exit. You spent the walk in a comfortable silence. Occasionally, Xavier’s thumb rubs at your knuckles. When you make it to the doorstep, you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach, anticipation cursing in your veins. Is Xavier going to surrender and kiss you goodnight? Or is he going to tease you, make you work for it? 

“So.” Xavier says, holding both of your hands in his. “That was a great date.” 

“Great enough so I can get a kiss?” You ask, teasingly. 

“Maybe. Why don’t you kiss me and find out?” Xavier advances towards you, smirk firmly in place. He was going to be the death of you. Why did you have to love cocky boys? Why?

“Oh, darling, I won’t give in so easily.” You advance towards him, too, until you collide with his chest. Xavier’s eyes drop to your lips and then go back to staring at yours. 

“Neither will I.” Xavier answers, grabbing your waist. “No matter how sweet you ask. Not even for this.” He brushes your lips gently with his thumb, smearing the paint covering it. You can’t tell if the red on his thumb is paint or lipstick. 

“Are you sure?” You raise yourself on your tiptoes and press a kiss to his cheek. Then, to his jaw. The paint smears, covering your lips. You smile against his face, dragging your lips against his skin. 

“Sure.” But his hands are gripping your waist even harder. You can tell he wants to pull you even closer, until not even an inch of space remains between your bodies, until you are so close he can feel your heartbeat. 

“Sure.” You say, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Xavier loses it, then. He pulls you close and kisses you, practically pouncing on you. In his haste, your teeth knock together, and you snicker, but he quickly fixes the angle. One of his hands remains in your waist, gripping the fabric of your dress harshly in his fist. The other comes to grab at your hair, pulling a little at it. You moan, and pull away from him. “Maybe you would like to come in?”

“You drive me crazy.” Xavier grasps at your thighs, palming at your legs over the dress. Then, suddenly sobering up, he pulls away. “But, I am doing this right.  And make no mistake. You might have won this battle, but I will win the war.” 

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[dindjarindiaries]

Security - Chapter 56: The Waters

summary: The Djarin family and their ally make their way to the Living Waters to earn Din’s redemption once and for all.

warnings: drowning (incl. CPR descriptions), canon-typical violence, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

rating: T

word count: 5.626k

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chapter 56: the waters

Having a guide to the Living Waters proves useful to Din now more than ever. He’s lost enough within his own mind, a haunting of shattered memories that makes the resounding ache within his bones grow more and more. They cast a shadow much like the isolated structures that surround them in the abandoned city of Sundari. It’s hard to make them out amidst the darkness and the mystery of it all stings like a nagging wound. Din wishes he could piece those painful glimpses of his memory together, but this isn’t the time. Astra will hold true to her promise to fill him in later on.

For now, he just needs to focus on doing what it takes to get his family back to safety.

Still, his lack of awareness doesn’t go unnoticed. Astra’s grip on his gloved hand tightens just before Din hears her speak in a soft voice. “Are you okay, Din?” She draws herself closer to his side, wrapping a hand around his arm. “You’ve been quiet.”

Din’s armored shoulders rise and fall in a heavy breath. He knows better than to try to hide from her. “I will be.” He looks at her and tightens his jaw at the sight of the crimson stain on her shoulder. There’s still so much he doesn’t know about what happened while he was out, but what he already knows threatens to tear his heart apart into relentless shreds. His family has already suffered so much because of his quest, and he couldn’t do anything to help them. “I just… need all this to be over.”

Astra takes a quick moment to rest her cheek against his arm. Her voice lowers to a murmur that’s just for them. “We’re almost there, my love.” She gives him a smile that convinces him everything’s going to be all right. “Safe and sound.”

Din’s visor lowers. With Grogu having healed Astra’s wound, she’s technically correct, but it still doesn’t feel true. The evidence is present in her torn tunic and in the ferocity with which Zora had clung to him once he woke. There are irreversible scars left imprinted on his family because of this quest that aren’t visible to the eye, and Din has to take responsibility for them.

Instead of drowning in these dismal thoughts, Din forces himself to look around and change the subject as he raises his voice enough for Bo-Katan to hear. “It’s hard to believe that this all was once filled with our kind,” Din observes. It’s true; This is the first time Din’s seen this civilization, one that’s much different than what once stood on Concordia. He wonders what the Mandalorians who lived here looked like. Did they all wear armor and take the Creed? Were any of them foundlings, like himself?

“It wasn’t that long ago,” Bo’s response cuts through Din’s musings. She pauses and observes their surroundings herself. “You’d never know it looking at all this destruction.”

Din shakes his helmet. “It looks like it’s been centuries.”

“The Empire set out to punish us. To wipe away our memory.”

Din tenses at that, especially when Astra’s grip tightens on him. He glances over at her and sees the faraway look in her gaze. He draws her closer as he responds to Bo. “It must pain you to see it like this after witnessing its beauty.”

“What pains me is seeing our own kind fight one another time and time again. Killing each other for reasons too confusing to explain. It made us weak. We had no hope to resist being smashed by the fist of the Empire.”

Din looks at Astra again. She seems even more distant now, her jaw set and her gaze watching her feet crush what remains of Mandalore’s old civilization. Din aches to comfort her, but Bo’s next words keep him from speaking.

“The entrance to the Mines of Mandalore,” she announces, carrying them ahead in silence.

Din exhales in relief. It’s as if they’re reaching the beginning of their forever. After this, he can finally make a home for his family. There won’t be any Jedi to seek or battles to fight. It’ll just be him, Astra, and their children enjoying a home that isn’t a cramped seat on an N-1 Starfighter. When he lets himself dream some more, he imagines what it might be like to cook a real meal together, or plant a garden of flowers he and Grogu can pick for Astra and Zora.

But then Bo-Katan lights the area around them and Din’s forced back to reality. He hasn’t done what he’s set out to accomplish yet. There’s no room for dreaming until Din’s redeemed himself once and for all.

“This area looks much older,” Din states, taking a cautious glance around.

“The mines have been here for thousands of years,” Bo informs him. “The Living Waters are in the chambers below.”

Din looks over at her. “Have you been there?”

“Yes,” Bo says with a breath, “when I was a child.”

Din raises his brow beneath his helmet. “Really?”

“I was part of the royal family,” Bo explains. “I took the Creed and was showered with gifts. But the rituals were all just theater for our subjects.” She glances over at Astra. “I’m sure you experienced something similar on Arilia, Astra.”

Din’s quick to look at his wife. She’s since painted an expression of strength and sweet nostalgia on her face as she nods. “Tradition is important all over the galaxy,” Astra agrees.

Bo nods to agree. “Mandalorians loved watching the princess recite the tenets as her father looked on proudly.” She utters her next words with harsh sarcasm. “Such a heartwarming spectacle.”

Silence sits amongst the group for a long moment. Din’s mind strays to memories of his own father and the assurances he was often offered as a child. His chest tightens and he wishes he was somewhere safer where he could hold his own children close. “Maybe he was proud,” Din speaks up to break the silence.

“I know he was. I didn’t embarrass him in front of everyone.”

Din tilts his helmet at that. The description she provides isn’t unlike the Mandalorians who helped to raise Din on Concordia. His tribe was strong under the Armorer’s careful watch, but he wonders what it would’ve been like to be united under someone such as her father. “Your father sounds like an interesting man. I would’ve liked to have known him.”

“My parents spoke of him with the highest praises,” Astra adds. Din looks at her and straightens his helmet. Astra offers a reassuring smile and squeezes his hand. Bid dral. So strong.

“He was a great man,” Bo agrees. She pauses before continuing. “He died defending Mandalore.”

Din stops in his tracks, causing Astra to do the same alongside him. It’s like he’s a little boy again, watching his father close the bunker door on him. Bo-Katan slows her movements a few steps ahead of them, turning to face Din with a confused raise of her brow. Din lowers his head in respect and speaks through a tightened throat. “This is the Way.”

Astra rests her head upon Din’s arm, a gesture of comfort that surpasses what Din could ever need. She brings him back to reality and frees him from the haunting memory, allowing him to move his feet forward again and head deeper into the mines.

Din hears the waters before he sees them. The light on his helmet catches them and Din’s very chest loosens with a relief he can’t quite describe. Bo nods alongside him and speaks. “Here you go. The Living Waters.” She takes them further inside, down the stone stairs and into the wide open expanse of the cave. Bo continues to speak, but Din doesn’t hear a word she says. He’s set on walking ahead and getting as close to the water as he can. Astra’s confused at his side, but in his desire to end this as quickly as he can, he can’t even stop to appease her. Din looks over the Living Waters and brings himself back to that moment when he was a child staring down his very first helmet and swearing upon the words he’s held to his heart ever since.

“Din?” Astra’s voice calls for him. It sounds millions of parsecs away.

“Are you all right?” Bo-Katan adds.

Din still doesn’t speak. Instead, he reaches for his cowl, unfastening his cape and setting it on the ground beside him. He does the same with his blaster and the Darksaber. Grogu coos with confusion and Zora remains silent, likely asleep from the action of the day. The last thing Din removes is his jetpack as he stands to his full height with a determined breath.

There’s only one thing left to do, now, before Din ends this nightmare: Thanking the person who’s stood alongside him through it all.

Din walks up to Astra and raises the lip of his helmet for the last time in front of someone who isn’t his family. It’s only high enough for him to take a hold of Astra’s face and pull her to him for a kiss that says more than he ever could, especially in a moment like this. He minds their audience and forces himself to part from her only to be gifted with her breathtaking smile of pride and affection. Din lowers his helmet and nods at her.

With her sweet love fresh on his lips and in his heart, Din focuses back on the Living Waters. The light attached to his helmet stays on as he steps down the stairs and enters the water with open hands, reciting the words he could never forget.

“I swear on my name,” Din begins, each word loosening the tense knots that have been tied deep within him, “and the names of the Ancestors, that I shall walk the way of the Mand’alor, and the words of the Creed shall be forever forged in my heart.”

Din finishes the vow and experiences a wave of freedom like no other. He’s about to take another step into the life he’s been wanting before he even knew it when the ground beneath him suddenly vanishes. With no time to pressurize his helmet and no jetpack to lift his heavy beskar above the water, all Din can do is watch the chasm pass him by and fight his hardest to experience the life he’s only just earned.

Astra’s tear-brimmed eyes of joy and pride for Din quickly turn to panic when his helmet vanishes beneath the water. Given the hardships they’ve already experienced on this journey, she doesn’t hold herself back anymore. She won’t let him slip through her fingers again.

“Din!” Astra cries out his name, her voice barely recognizable in her horror. She starts to follow him inside the waters, but her body’s only halfway submerged when Bo-Katan pushes her back and dives in after him.

Instantly, Astra’s brought back to that moment on Trask, when she was forced to watch Din be drowned while all she could do was sit there helplessly at the mercy of the Quarren. Zora’s sharp cry from behind her tears Astra from the dark memory and she snaps her head back to look at her daughter. Grogu’s trying to ease his sister, but his efforts are to no avail. He glances at Astra for help, his ears lowered in his own distress.

“It’s all right,” Astra says to them before she’s even made it out of the water. She kneels in front of the pram and takes her children’s heads in each hand, pressing a kiss to both of them with her eyes closed. “He’ll be back to the surface any moment, now.”

Her words are just as much for her own reassurance as they are for her children’s.

Astra lifts her head and glances over her shoulder. There’s still no sign of Bo-Katan or Din. Zora’s cries echo throughout the cavernous space, and even Grogu lets out a few worried whimpers. Astra’s heart tightens with a prominent ache at the thought of Din hearing his children cry for him yet again. She struggles not to join in their panicked grief.

With a sound that makes Astra jump and turn around, Bo emerges from the water with Din clutched in her arms. She’s forced to practically throw him to the ground at the top of the stairs, his beskar hitting the stone with an unceremonious clang. Astra all but runs to his side as Din coughs and wheezes before going silent.

“Din,” Astra breathes, unable to raise her voice for fear of breaking apart. She holds his helmet between her trembling hands, though her focus goes to his cuirass. It’s not moving. He’s not breathing. “Din!”

Nothing. Astra glances up for a moment and sees that Bo’s frozen where she is, her visor looking out upon the Living Waters. Despite Bo’s lack of focus on the two of them, Astra can’t remove Din’s helmet to make sure he’s okay. She refuses to make everything he’s just gone through be for nothing.

Astra tears Din’s cuirass off and presses one hand over the other on his chest. One. Two. Three. She won’t stop counting until thirty. Astra’s aware of Zora crying behind her, but it’s drowned out by the emptiness of her shared panic and focus. She can’t do rescue breaths and she can only hope that the compressions will be enough. “Come on, Din!” Astra pleads behind gritted teeth. “Come on, riduur! Come back to us!”

Astra’s almost to thirty and he hasn’t moved yet. She’s desperate, pressing hard to expel the water from his lungs. Twenty-five. Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.

“Come on!”

Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine.

Then, at long last, the galaxy does Astra a favor.

Din gasps before he starts to cough. Astra turns him on his side, letting the water escape him as she releases a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She leaves one hand on his helmet as the other stays on his arm, keeping him steady on his side. Zora’s wailing gets louder as Astra’s awareness of her surroundings returns, but she can’t bring herself to leave her husband’s side. Astra glances back at her children and sees Grogu setting a hand on his sister’s head to ease her to sleep just as he did with the rancor.

Din rolls on his back and makes the move to sit up. Astra helps him, her hands still trembling with adrenaline as she grabs his cuirass and puts it back on for him. He grunts in his effort and leans his arm against his knee while Astra sits back on her heels and watches him take a few deep breaths. She never thought she’d be so happy to see him do something as simple as breathing before.

Astra’s eyes flood with tears just at the thought of it.

“I am redeemed,” Din says, his voice hoarse and broken.

“We witnessed it,” Bo-Katan assures him. She glances over at the two of them. “For better or for worse.”

Din’s visor snaps over at Astra upon hearing her words. Astra nods at him and hopes he can’t see the way her vision’s started to blur. Din tilts his helmet at her and she struggles to find the words to say. “I’m proud of you,” Astra finally says, cursing to herself when her voice starts to break.

Din sets a gloved hand on her thigh. He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to.

“And I’m… relieved.” Astra tightens her lips and looks down at his hand. She sets one of hers over his. Her next words are barely even a whisper. “I was scared.”

Din’s hand on Astra’s thigh tightens. His voice is almost just as broken as her own. “My cuirass was removed when I woke.”

Astra nods, her lips starting to tremble as she curses to herself for it. Din’s all right and his quest has been completed. But she can’t stop seeing the lifelessness in him as she fought her hardest to keep him alive.

“Astra… ner kar’ta…” Din can’t go on and he doesn’t need to. He moves closer to Astra and takes her in his arms as best as he can. She wraps her arms tight around his middle, burying her face in his cloth-covered neck. Din’s hand keeps her head held there while the other runs over her back. Astra’s relieved that her tears fall silently while Din speaks to her in a low and broken voice. “I’m so sorry. I know how much I’ve scared you today. You’ve been so, so strong and you shouldn’t have had to be.” He pulls her in tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

Astra shakes her head and gains the faith to raise it from his neck. “Don’t be.” She manages a smile as she holds his helmet between her hands. “I agreed to come on this journey with you, and despite the hardships we’ve faced…” her smile widens and she pulls his helmet against her forehead, “you’ve finally done it.” She runs her thumb along the curve of his beskar cheek. “Like I said before, I’m proud of you. So proud.” Astra pauses, swallowing back her fears once and for all as she looks into his visor with severity. “This is the Way.”

Din lifts a hand to her cheek in hardly concealed amazement. “This is the Way.” He exhales as if he’s releasing the weight of the entire galaxy from his shoulders. “I love you.”

Astra beams at him. “I love you, too.”

“I’ll make all of this up to you,” Din goes on, his voice low enough to keep his words between them. “I promise.”

“I know you will.” Astra glances past Din to see Bo-Katan standing restlessly to her feet, and when she looks at Grogu, he’s also quite anxious alongside his sleeping sister in their pod. “For now, I think it’s best that we get going.”

Din looks around the area for himself and nods. “Agreed.” He struggles to his feet and Astra helps him, causing him to thank her with another Keldabe kiss. She stays by the pod while he steps forward to fill the container on his belt with the Living Waters. Once it’s secured in place, he joins their family, his gloved hand petting Grogu’s ear as the little one coos with delight.

“Can I ask you a question?” says Bo suddenly from behind them.

Din doesn’t turn his helmet to face her as he responds. “What is it?”

Astra watches Bo adjust her vambraces as she hesitates before going on. “You see anything down there?”

Din reaches for his cape and Astra helps him put it back on. “I saw the chasm passing me as I fell.” Astra tries not to grimace at his words as she reaches for his weapons. “I didn’t realize it was so deep.”

“It wasn’t.” Bo looks over the waters again. “The bombings from the Purge must have triggered seismic activities.” Astra can see her walking away from them out of the corner of her eye, though she stops to ask another question. “Did you see anything alive?”

Din pauses what he’s doing and looks at Astra with confusion. “Alive?” He turns to face Bo. “Like what?”

Bo shakes her helmet. “Nothing.” Astra furrows her brow, but when Din shrugs it off, she also dismisses the matter. “Let’s get out of here.”

“You don’t have to tell us twice,” Astra remarks, drawing a huff from Din as he sets his hand upon her back and eases their family forward.

Their journey back to the surface of Mandalore is much smoother this time around. Most of it is spent in silence with everyone lost inside their own thoughts amidst the aftermath of such a tumultuous excursion. Din stays as close to Astra’s side as he can manage, something she appreciates, and he asks only one question about the Living Waters. “Did Zora sleep through all of it?”

Astra grimaces, unable to hide it when the memory returns to her. “No. I accidentally woke her up.” She glances at the pod, where Grogu remains alert alongside a sleeping Zora. “Grogu eased her to sleep after I helped you…” She’s not sure how to finish.

Din nods in understanding. His visor also focuses on the pod that trails alongside him. “So, they both saw what happened.”

“They did.” Astra looks at their hands and entwines hers with his own. “But they also saw that you’re okay.” She gives his hand a squeeze. “That you’re strong enough to go on.”

Din squeezes her hand in return, but says nothing. Astra tries not to tighten her jaw at the thought of how he’ll react to everything else she still has to fill him in on. Instead, she rejoices in the true beginning of their forever, the completion of their quests with the redemption that’s been weighing heavily on his heart ever since Morak.

On the surface awaits Bo-Katan’s ship, a Kom’rk-class fighter transport. The Gauntlet has much more space for their family than the N-1, which allows for safe and quick travel back to where the starfighter awaits on Kalevala. Din sits in the co-pilot seat across from Astra with a drowsy Zora resting upon his armored shoulder while Grogu remains in his pod, leaving Astra to admire her husband and daughter with a faint smile.

Silence blankets the hull as they exchange Mandalore’s broken surface for the stars. Astra watches the atmosphere slam against the transparisteel of the viewport until the peace of what lies beyond falls over them. It’s the first time she can truly breathe since they first landed on the planet. To have made it out alive and well is nothing short of a miracle, especially given everything that happened in the mines.

Both Astra’s musing and the silence are broken by Din. “Bring us to our ship and we’ll be on our way,” he tells Bo-Katan. He never once looks away from Zora as her little hand tugs on his cowl. “You’ll forever have my gratitude.”

“I would invite you all in for a feast,” Bo remarks with a hint of amusement before she glances back at him, “but I’m guessing that helmet isn’t coming off again.”

Din nods and looks out the viewport. “This is the Way.”

Bo-Katan returns the gesture. “This is the Way.”

Astra’s about to add her own utterance of the phrase when Grogu suddenly cuts her off. He babbles in a pattern that’s similar to what Din and Bo have both just said. Din eases his grasp on Zora to turn his body in his chair as he looks back at Grogu while Astra does the same. They share a gaze of disbelief. “Is he trying to—?” Astra begins.

She doesn’t get a chance to finish. An explosion from outside the viewport rocks the entire ship, causing Bo, Din, and Astra to brace themselves where they sit. Zora whines in Din’s arms as he assesses the situation. “We took a hit,” he announces, his voice tightened in focus. He hands Astra off to Zora and she takes her without hesitation, allowing Din to focus on the systems at his side. Zora fusses in Astra’s arms and she tries to soothe her.

“Something’s coming up on us fast,” Bo informs them. She tilts her helmet. “It looks like a squadron of TIE interceptors.”

Astra’s heart plummets into her stomach. “Interceptors?” she echoes. She hasn’t seen any since the Empire was at its peak.

“How close are we to Kalevala?” Din questions.

“Not far,” Bo answers.

“Get us back there and I’ll reinforce from the N-1.” Din fixes whatever systems he can. “Can you evade them?”

“Our shields aren’t gonna hold,” Bo insists. “I need you to back them off.”

“I can help,” Astra chimes in. She stands when Din does to set Zora inside the pram alongside Grogu. An explosion rocks the ship and Din instantly wraps his hands tight around Astra’s arms to keep her steady. Once they’ve regained their balance, they nod and sit at their respective weapons stations. Astra glances at her joystick and wastes no time joining Din in blasting whatever she can.

“Where’d they come from?” Din asks Bo.

“I’ve scugged off a lot of Imperial warlords,” she offers.

Din takes a quick glance back at her. “They tend to get mad when you hijack their ships.”

“And steal their weapons,” adds Astra.

“Now you tell me,” Bo mutters with slight amusement.

Astra listens for Zora and Grogu as Bo pilots the Gauntlet into Kalevala’s atmosphere. Her daughter’s whines have now turned to giggles, causing Astra to shake her head with a fond smile. Zora’s love of chaos is no doubt something learned from her father, who had already passed it on to Grogu before she came along. Even Astra herself has grown somewhat fond of the action they often find themselves in.

“Get ready,” Bo announces to Din. “We’re comin’ in hot. I won’t be able to slow down for the drop.”

Astra frowns at that. Perhaps she’d spoken too soon about loving action.

“Interceptors are a lot tougher than TIE fighters,” Din observes. Astra had been thinking the same thing, seeing as she’s only just damaged one of the interceptors.

Bo looks back at Din. “Are you still up for the transfer?”

Din stands and braces himself on his chair. “I don’t see any other choice.” He stops beside Astra and sets a hand on her shoulder. “Stay here with Bo and the kids. I’ll be right behind you.”

Astra sets her hand over his own. She looks at him with the corner of her mouth tugged up in a sly smile. “Give them no mercy, riduur.”

He tilts his helmet at her. “That was the plan, cyar’ika.”

Din steps forward to make his way out of the cockpit. Astra forces herself to take a deep breath and focus back on the vidscreen in front of her. Din can take care of himself. It’s up to Astra to take care of herself, their children, and their ally.

Astra can see Din join the TIE interceptors on the radar for just a quick moment. She grits her teeth at how close they get, though she makes herself aim and fire at her targets regardless. Astra gets one and she celebrates to herself, though she’s aware that it’s only one small victory in a sea of threats. Bo weaves the Gauntlet through the landscape and Astra does what she can to take more interceptors out.

Astra’s body only floods with relief when she hears Din’s voice come through the comms. “I made it to the N-1,” he informs Bo. “Heading to you.”

Bo weaves through the cliffs and Astra grits her teeth at the tight fit, despite how she trusts Bo’s piloting. Still, her tension must be somewhat evident, as the Mandalorian soon raises her voice to speak to her. “Don’t worry,” Bo reassures her. “I grew up flying these cliffs.”

“I wasn’t too worried,” Astra responds. “I know you have it under—,” she cuts herself off when they scrape against one of the cliffs, only continuing once they’ve observed the TIE interceptor that explodes just behind them, “control.”

“It’s been a while,” Bo jokes.

Astra chuckles and continues to do what she can on the weapons. It’s difficult between Bo’s skilled evasion and the craftiness of the TIE interceptors. Most of her shots only serve as distractions, but Astra takes whatever she can get. She can only hope that the Gauntlet’s shields are holding up.

Then, another ship appears on Astra’s vidscreen. She grins as the N-1 swoops in and easily takes out one of the interceptors, in true Din Djarin fashion. “Thanks for the backup,” Bo says through the comms.

“Always a showoff,” Astra insists with a fond smile.

“Two more to go,” Din reminds them.

They weave through more of the cliffs. The angles make it nearly impossible for Astra to get a good shot in. She tries anyway, some of her blasts hitting either the cliffs or the surface of the water. “Go right,” Bo instructs Din. “We’ll meet you on the other side.”

Din does as she says, quickly disappearing off Astra’s vidscreen. When he reappears, another one of the TIE interceptors disappears. “One down, one more to go.” Astra’s grin only widens at his words. She’ll never get tired of how he makes even the most difficult task look easy.

Astra tries to claim the last interceptor, but Bo relieves her of such pressure. “I’ve got this one,” Bo tells her. Astra turns in her seat and watches Bo power down the engines and pull hard on one of the joysticks, letting the ship freefall and turn to face the TIE. Once they’re head-on with the interceptor, Bo launches her own blasts, demolishing it into a final ball of fire. Astra braces herself as the ship continues to fall, her jaw hardened until Bo restarts the engines and pulls up on the joysticks. Both of them bounce a few times in their seats when gravity returns and Astra heaves a breath of relief.

“Everyone okay in there?” Din questions through the comms.

“Couldn’t be better,” Bo assures him. Astra nods to agree with her, taking advantage of the calmness to sit back in the copilot seat and check up on the kids. Zora and Grogu are both smiling as they look out the viewport and see the N-1 flying alongside them. Astra joins them as Bo continues to speak to Din. “Not bad for an antique.”

“You take any damage?”

“Just shields. Astra covered the rest.” Astra smiles at her subtle praise. “You?”

“Not a scratch.”

Astra huffs at that. Bo holds back a chuckle of her own as she responds. “Let’s take ‘em in just to be sure.”

Astra watches as Bo looks through the viewport and nods at Din, who returns the gesture. Din’s visor meets Astra’s gaze even from a distance and fills her with a strong wave of warmth. Even after all the tribulations of the day, here they are, able to enjoy a moment of peace that remains suspended in time. For the first time since Astra’s known Din, it feels like they have what they’ve always wanted: time.

Then comes the alarm from Din’s comms. “Hang on,” he warns. “I’m seeing something on the scope.”

When Astra hears the explosions from a distance, her heart sinks, her stomach hollowing like a deep and dark pit. Bo-Katan gasps and Astra watches her grasp on the joysticks tighten. “No!” she exclaims through a tightened throat, pushing the Gauntlet ahead to watch as more TIE interceptors destroy her castle.

The feeling is all too familiar for Astra. She looks over at the closed pram beside her and sets her hand on it, seeking comfort without putting her children at risk.

“Those mudscuffers bombed my home!” Bo seethes. Astra lifts her gaze to watch as Bo launches the Gauntlet in close pursuit of the fleeing interceptors. Unease sticks like tar to Astra’s chest watching Bo’s composure lessen and lessen. The Mandalorian even fires a torpedo at one of the TIEs, causing it to burst into a cloud of flames similar to the ones that hung over her home.

“Bo, we’ve got company,” Din informs her. Bo remains unaffected, still in pursuit of the interceptors. Astra tightens her jaw and tries to think of a way to soothe her before she flies Astra and her children into danger. “Bo, listen to me. You have to get out of there.”

Astra watches through the viewport as Din pilots the N-1 in front of the Gauntlet to gain Bo’s attention.

“There’s too many of them.” He doesn’t waste a single breath, though his voice strained as he goes on. “You have my family with you. Don’t let these attackers take even more from us.” Astra doesn’t miss the desperation in his voice as he pleads with her one last time. “We’ve got to get out of here.”

Bo pilots them into the storm of TIE interceptors before she finally pulls up on the joysticks to follow Din towards the atmosphere. The interceptors pursue them, but the N-1 and the Gauntlet are faster in their escape. Bo speaks amidst the chaos as if she’s thinking out loud. “That’s a lot of ships for an Imperial warlord.”

“I’m sending jump coordinates,” Din informs her.

“To where?” Bo questions.

“Someplace they won’t find us.” Astra wrinkles her brow at first when she hears Din’s words, but then it hits her: the covert. It’s well-hidden, and once Din gets his redemption recognized by them, they’ll be able to finish their quest once and for all.

Astra releases a breath once the blue lights of hyperspace are passing them by, her eyes closing in relief. She’d been too stunned to say anything to Bo after the weariness of the day, despite how close they were to being at risk. From their initial descent on Mandalore to this close call on Kalevala, the toils of this journey have felt almost just as intense as their last one. All Astra wants is to rest safely in the arms of her husband with her children nearby, finally at peace and in a place they can call home.

That’s a future that’s, at long last, just in reach.

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[stagefoureddiediaz]

just wanna ask your opinion on what do you think the purpose is for these dates. Kristen was saying that it’s for Eddie to try to see what he wants and hopes he can find a spark. How are we doing this when buddie is right there and we all saw Eddie’s reaction how can they still he pushing anything but buddie after this episode. Would love to know your thoughts thank you so much I love your posts.

Hey Nonnie

Glad you enjoy my posts - thats always lovely to hear! ☺️

Sometimes the thing that is right there is too big and terrifying to fully contemplate. In this case Buddie. So you play it safe and choose a different path because then the risk of getting hurt ceases to be a consideration.

To me these dates read as a form of trauma response. Eddie has just been faced with losing Buck - not just the possibility of losing him, but actually losing him because as we stand right now Buck is dead. More dead than Eddie has been.

He went into the back of that ambulance technically dead - no pulse and not breathing, so dead. We know from the promo that they are still working on him when they get to the hospital - we see Eddie jump on the stretcher and continue the CPR that Hen and Chim would have been giving in the back of the ambulance so the journey to the hospital hasn't changed things. Eddie is the last one of the firefam to have physical contact with buck before they whisk him away (and obviously manage to get him back).

All of this is only ever going to lead to Eddie having some form of trauma response because he has to grapple with the very real possibility that he's lost/ is about to lose the person he is closest to in the world - the person he knows best, and the person he has elected to take care of Christopher if Eddie were the one to die - he person he has to all intents and purposes been raising his son with. And we haven't even seen him telling Christopher yet - which is only going to compound all of these feelings further.

Then add into that the fact that he's experienced something like this before when Shannon died and he's very possibly thinking this is worse than that - which in and of itself is going to pile on more pain. Because if he admits that this is worse than losing Shannon then he has to admit that he is in love with Buck.

This is all huge for Eddie. He might be newly therapized, but he's also lived his life up until fairly recently repressing the hell out of everything, so this is the first time his therapized self is being tested. He also needs to be there and be strong for Christopher and so reverting to type and battening down the hatches of his feelings and emotions rather than actually sitting in them and sorting them is safer and easier - at least until you're down the road a bit and you know what the terrain looks like. This is in many ways a smart thing for Eddie to do - as long as he does the second part - actually sit with them and figure them out.

Only when that happens and you are in calmer waters and you start that looking at everything in more detail and you're left with the knowledge that you're in love with your best friend - something you've known for a while but have been keeping locked down until you nearly lost them and that thought of loosing them is just too much - its too dangerous - because if you get hurt you don't think you'll survive - the stakes are too high. So instead what you do is go out into the world and date around a bit - where the risks are lower to see if you can find some semblance of a spark elsewhere. Because we have to remember this is soulmate level love that Eddie has with Buck and when you know what its like to lose that - because you very nearly did, its terrifying to know what you stand to lose if you took the next step in that direction.

So yes going out on a bunch of dates is very much a trauma response imo - an entirely understandable one, and once the dust has settled a bit further Eddie will be in a place to face everything and take the step he's been affraid to.

Buck of course at the same time is going to be going through his own stuff in the fall out from his dying and coming back. Eddie will be there to support him and help him - that aspect of them won't go away, in fact its only likely to get stronger. because part of the reason for all of this being difficult for Eddie is that he now truly understands Bucks side of things post shooting and Buck will understand Eddies side of things. they will be ready to talk about what they've been carefully skirting around since the shooting - what it was like for the other. Giving them shared trauma in this way only serves to strengthen their bond rather than break it - because there is no one else in the world who can ever understand in the way they can!

Sorry this got a bit long and rambly but I'm a bit up in my feelings about what the show is doing because its so good and being done with such care!!! We should also remember (and I cannot emphasise it enough - the show isn't going to give anything away in interviews like the ones KR has done about Buddie - theyre telling a story the likes of which has never been seen before and subterfuge is the name of the game - we'll only get confirmation when it happens, not before!) Thanks for the ask and I hope it gives you what you're looking for!💜💜💜

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[meredithbeckham]

the tortured poets department. songs one through five.

i was supposed to be sent away.

they forgot to come and get me.

i was a functioning alcoholic.

i hope you're okay.

you're the reason, and no one's here to blame.

what about your quiet treason?

we were forever running.

sometimes you ask about the weather.

your wife waters flowers.

i want to kill her/him.

all my mornings are monday stuck in endless februrary.

i took the miracle 'move on' drug. the effects were temporary.

i love you, it's ruining my life.

i touched you only for a fortnight.

but i touched you.

my husband is cheating.

i called you up, but you won't pick up.

i think some things i never say.

who uses typewriters anyway?

you're in self-sabotage mode, throwing spikes down the road.

i've seen this episode and still love the show.

who else decodes you?

who's gonna hold you, if not me?

who's gonna know you, if not me?

i scratch your head, you fall asleep.

i've read this one where you come undone.

i chose this cyclone with you.

sometimes i wonder if you're gonna screw this up with me.

you told lucy you'd kill yourself if i ever leave.

i felt seen.

everyone we know understands why it's meant to be. because we're crazy.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

here we go again.

you should've seen him when he first got me.

my boy only breaks his favorite toys.

i'm the queen of sand castles he destroys.

it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night.

i should have known it was a matter of time.

there was a litany of reasons why we could've played for keeps this time.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

pull the string, and i'll tell you that he runs because he loves me.

he saw forever so he smashed it up.

once i fix me, he's gonna miss me.

he was my best friend.

i felt more when we played pretend.

told me i'm better off. but i'm not.

tell me i was the chosen one.

showed me that this world is bigger than us, then sent me back where i came from.

for a moment i knew cosmic love.

now i'm down bad, crying at the gym.

everything comes out teenage petulance.

fuck it if i can't have him.

i might just die, it would make no difference.

fuck it if i can't have us.

i might just not get up.

i might stay down.

did you take all my old clothes?

that somehow seems so hollow now.

they'll say i'm nuts if i talk about the existence of you.

for a moment, i was heaven struck.

i loved your hostile take-overs.

how dare you say that it's-?

i'll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it.

how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded?

fuck it, i was in love.

so fuck you, if i can't have us.

like i lost my twin.

i saw in my mind ferry lights through the mist.

i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift.

pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away.

my spine split from carrying us up the hell.

i stopped trying to make him laugh.

how much sad did you think i had in me?

so long, london.

you'll find someone.

i didn't opt in to be your odd man out.

i founded the club she's heard great things about.

i left all i knew.

you left me at the house by the heath.

i stopped cpr. after all, it's no use.

the spirit was gone.

i'm pissed off you let me give all that youth for free.

i'll find someone.

you say i abandoned the ship, but i was going down with it.

my friends said it isn't right to be scared.

every breath feels like the rarest air when you're not sure if he wants to be there.

how much tragedy did you think i had in me?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd self-implode?

how long did you think i'd go before i'd have to go be free?

you swore you loved me, but where were the clues?

i died on the altar waiting for the proof.

you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days.

i'm just getting color back into my face.

i'm just mad 'cause i loved this place for so long.

had a good run, a moment of warm sun.

i'm not the one.

two graves, one gun.

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