#I’m not tagging all the chars. sob

[ask-sarah-and-co]

Wyvern touched down just outside of Rose Tower.

Sarah checked her phone as the four dismounted, 7:30. They were right on time, then.

She patted the aerodactyl. “Rest up, buddy. We’re headed elsewhere after the party!” He trilled back, as if to say that the flight didn’t wear him out at all, before she returned Wyvern to his pokeball. She checked the clock again, for good measure. 7:31.

“Why’re we so early?” Silver glanced over her shoulder and scowled at the time. (At least, she assumed it was the time. He could be scowling at her super cute wallpaper of Sparkle.)

His boyfriend rolled his eyes. “Common wedding courtesy is arriving 15 minutes before the set time.”

Silver exchanged a look with Hugh.

“The elevator to go up also takes a while.” Sarah’s eyes trailed up the tower, the very same one where many things happened 4 years ago. Or was it 3…? She could never remember.

“Well then,” Hugh lightly shoved the two guys in the direction of the entrance, “We’ve stalled enough out here. Let’s get going.”

— 💎— 🎸—

She fidgeted, tapping her foot as the elevator slowly moved upwards. Sarah could remember going up with Hop like it was yesterday. She glanced at the other three, still thinking to herself. Would Hop be there? Would Bede and Marnie?

Sarah thought again, probably not. Galar’s hero or not, Leon probably wouldn’t want Hop going. And Piers, Marnie. Would Bede even want to go?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a tap on the shoulder. She glanced at Gladion, who gestured to the standing display that signified they were near the top of the tower.

“Brace yourselves.” Hugh looked at the other three somewhat seriously, but Sarah could see the excited twinkle in his eyes. “We don’t know what we’re in for.”

— 💎— 🎸—

The first sight was a green haired man standing in front of an elegant door. Was that door there 4 years ago? She still couldn’t remember.

“So. We meet again.” The man smiled at Sarah and her boyfriend. “Hugh,” He nodded and handed him a large, crisp envelope, “And… Sarah, right?”

She nodded, and he handed her an envelope too. Her full name was inked out in a rose gold script on the front. Just above Team Rocket’s R and Marco Cosmos’ emblems.

“N!” The girl studied the man who had (inadvertently) saved them from Ghetsis. “It’s been a while!”

“Indeed it has.” 

“Is your outfit based on-?”

“Reshiram?” He smiled, “It is.” N glanced at the other two. “Names?”

Silver only stared. “If you know them, then what’re you doing working here?!”

N only smiled. “Well, officially? Chairman Rose pays well. But if you truly must know,” His expression shifted to a more serious one, “I’m keeping an eye on Ghetsis.”

“He’s here?!” Hugh’s eyes widened.

N deliberately looked away. “You two. Names.”

“Gladion.”

“Silver.”

He handed them the envelopes. “Please read through everything. The seating chart is also in there.” He gestured beyond the doors, “The ceremony will take place straight ahead, soon. Sign the guest book along the way, if you have time.”

“But-”

N ignored Hugh’s protest, opening the doors and gesturing them inside. “Please enjoy the experience!”

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah glanced around the “chapel,” which was just a large portion of the tower’s top floor walled off. The view of Wyndon at night was beautiful. At least the two villains had taste.

She glanced at the chairs set out, not too many. She then spotted a few people she recognized, “Leon!”

Sarah noticed that he was wearing his battle tower suit instead of his champion outfit while running over to him. She glanced back at the other three, who took their assigned seats, before tackling the champion.

“Sarah!” Leon hugged her, then ruffled her hair. “What’re you doing here?”

“I was invited! As one of Galar’s heroes, of course!” She looked around for Hop.

Leon chuckled, like he could tell what she was thinking. “Oh, I wouldn’t let Hop go. Him and the other two.” Leon shook his head, “I feel like they’re up to no good, Rose and Giovanni, but I know you’ll be alright. You’re a brilliant battler, at least!”

Sarah shrugged, “Figures.” She then looked at the other man standing with him.

“Ah, so this is the protégée you’ve been speaking of, Leon?”

Sarah excitedly grinned at the Kan-Joh champion. (She noted that he chose a simple suit with darker versions of the signature dragon-type colors.) “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Lance! My name’s Sarah!”

He extended his hand for a shake, which she eagerly returned, “You too, kiddo. Shame you fought the league while I was on vacation.”

“Oh yeah! I did.” Was that really 3 years ago? Or 2? “Karen’s pretty strong, though!”

“She is.”

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah wandered back to her assigned seat, watching as guests arrived. A man, who looked like Rose, arrived with two girls- one she thought might be about her age. A man who had wild orange hair (was that the Lysandre guy from Kalos?) arrived with… Professor Sycamore? What was he doing here??

When Ghetsis arrived, she kept glancing at Hugh. He sent her a reassuring smile, as if to say, “Don’t worry, I won’t make a scene. But I still hate him.”

Giovanni’s executives arrived together. She couldn’t remember any of their names except Proton’s, who sent her a friendly wave which she returned.

She stopped really paying attention when a portal shimmered open from the floor, which Cyrus stepped out of. He took a seat, but the ghost of a chain on his ankle still shimmered in the air.

A few other people arrived, but she didn’t fully recognize them. Maybe they were from other universes, haha.

To the left of the altar, she and the others sat with Leon, Lance, and some of the people she didn’t know.

Everyone took their seats at 8:15, as the executives moved to the front. Proton stood with the blue haired guy on the left, the purple haired guy and the red haired woman on the right. (From her appearance, and the way Silver kept glaring at her, Sarah guessed that she was his mother.)

When the lights dimmed, she snapped out of her thoughts.

— 💎— 🎸—

Giovanni walked down the aisle (pre-decorated with rose petals) in a black suit and a red tie, done in Rose’s signature style.

He was soon followed by Oleana, who stood behind him. Was she really qualified to be the priest?

When Rose walked down the aisle, his suit a brilliant white and his tie matching his fiancée’s, she barely spared a glance at him. Neither did her friends. They stared at the woman walking him down the aisle. Her dress was a pale yellow with splotches of color shimmering at the bottom, and her blonde hair styled back elegantly. She walked him up to the altar, and sat down next to Cyrus.

Lusamine smiled at her niece and her son, turning back to the altar when Oleana cleared her throat.

— 💎— 🎸—

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Galar’s own Chairman Rose Azalea, and Kanto’s Giovanni Rocket.” People clapped politely, which Oleana silenced with a dramatic hand flourish.

“Gio.” Rose smiled, “We’ve known each other for quite some time…”

The chairman kept talking, but Sarah zoned out. She wondered what moments of her life led up to this moment. She really should have just not come.

Giovanni started speaking, but she didn’t listen to that either. Hugh could probably just tell her what they- oh wait, no. He was too busy glaring at Ghetsis behind her back.

When Oleana started talking again, she tuned back in.

— 💎— 🎸—

“-Rose, do you take Giovanni for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Giovanni, do you take Rose for your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?”

“I do.”

Oleana nodded. “The rings?” Everyone turned as Giovanni’s persian confidently walked down the aisle, a pillow with the rings in his mouth, before sitting at Lusamine’s feet. (Because of course he did.)

The two each took one and placed them on each other’s hands.

Oleana smiled as she stepped to the side, “Now you may kiss the groom.”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Cocktail hour sucks.” Silver scowled at no one in particular, “We can’t even drink.”

“These hors d’oeuvres are good, at least.” Sarah plopped down her plate, which had a bunch of deviled eggs, cheese cubes, and a few sausages.

Hugh shook his head, “The limit was two per-”

“Pffft.” She popped a cheese into her mouth, “It’s the least Rose can do.”

Gladion chuckled, “Sarah-”

“Shhh, wait. This is the best part of Galarian weddings.”

They turned to the center of the room, where the center of the floor sunk in and revealed a battle court.

Giovanni and Rose walked towards the center, where they sent out their nidoking and copperajah respectively.

“What are they-”

“Part of the Galarian tradition is that the couple has their first battle at the reception!”

They kept watching as the two pokemon exchanged blows, but copperajah eventually fell.

Rose healed his pokemon as someone passed Giovanni a microphone.

Silver smirked. “Heh. Looks like it’s the Kantonian part of the wedding, then.”

“Huh-”

“My dear guests,” Giovanni grinned at everyone seated, “Let the battles commence. Whoever beats me and my husband the swiftest shall receive a… reward we’ll say.”

Sarah glanced at Hugh. “You wanna-?”

“You didn’t even have to ask.” They grinned and exchanged a fist bump.

Gladion grinned at his boyfriend, “Guess that means-”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Silver’s smile didn’t match his tone.

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah grinned while watching the two girls fight. One had a tyrantrum and the other a sylveon. She couldn’t help but feel bad- based on type matchups alone, they were screwed. The thought must’ve jinxed something, because the second she turned back to the court, both pokemon were being returned.

“Ooh, that means it’s our turn!”

Hugh grinned in return, “We mop the floor with ‘em?”

“You know it!”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Sparkle!” Sarah then did a weird… gesture? Dance? Giovanni and Rose exchanged a look, eyes widening when energy shimmered around her. “Extreme Evoboost!”

Her eevee channeled the Z-Power, and a blue aura shimmered around her.

“Bouffalant, Psych Up!” The bovine copied Sparkle’s double omni boost.

“But that shouldn’t be possible-”

Sarah grinned proudly. “Cobalion taught him! My Cobalion!”

Giovani chuckled to himself. “Of course they did. Nidoking, Megahorn. Target the eevee.”

“Copperajah, Iron Head! Follow nidoking.”

“Sparkle, use Freezy Frost on nidoking!”

“Bouffalant, hit copperajah with your strongest Close Combat!”

— 💎— 🎸—

The two plopped back down at the table.

“That must’ve been record timing!”

The duo turned to Silver, who showed the timer on his phone- 5 minutes. “And most of that was just me dancing!”

“Speaking of time,” Silver turned to Gladion with a scowl. “Hurry up.”

“I’ve gotta pick the right disk.”

“They don’t share any weaknesses.”

“Ooh, water might be good. Resists steel.”

“Hah!” Gladion plucked the blue disk from his case, “Knew I could count on you, cuz.”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Think they’ll beat them?”

“I think they’ll take out nidoking, but I don’t know what they’ll do against Coppera-”

“Silvally, use Flamethrower!”

“Weavile, Brick Break!”

“…I stand corrected.”

— 💎— 🎸—

“Congratulations, Sarah. And your boyfriend too.” Rose handed her a 300P gift card for Smoliv Garden.

“…Thanks Rose.” She pocketed it.

“That’s Chairman Rose to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” She grinned, “Thanks Rose.”

She watched as Rose and Giovanni left the room. Likely for pictures. She checked her phone again, 10:25. Dinner was at 11. There was still a while to hang out…

— 💎— 🎸—

“Sarah.” A voice called out to her, and also patted her shoulder.

She looked up from her arms and very eloquently blinked at Hugh. “Huh.”

“Dinner.”

“It’s 11?”

“Yup. You fell asleep.”

She shook herself awake, still disoriented. “Did the others-”

“Yeah, they’re already in the dining hall.”

“Alrighty then, let’s go!”

— 💎— 🎸—

“…Serving Kantonian and Galarian food is a weird choice.”

“You’re telling me.”

Sarah and Hugh sat with the others, each picking up a menu. 

“Wow. They’re really going for legit stuff.”

Sarah’s eyes widened, “This is like, four separate caterers!”

“You gonna get ramen?” Gladion glanced at his cousin, who was going down the menu. 

“Probably.”

Gladion nodded, “Figures. I think I’ll do the same.”

“Might try the curry.” Hugh smiled at his girlfriend, “Won’t be as good as yours, though.”

She grinned proudly as Silver rolled his eyes.

“Think I’ll get seafood.”

Sarah skimmed the seafood menu. She then shook her head, she was never fond of fish and was allergic to shellfish. There was no point in even looking. About to flip back, the small logo in the corner caught her eye. She smiled slightly to herself as she realized that the caterer was the same resteraunt as the one he’d taken her and Sonia years ago.

They typed their orders into the screen on the table.

— 💎— 🎸—

When the lights dimmed and the couple strutted through the doors, sitting at the head table, Sarah knew they would start droning on again.

“My dear guests. I thank you all-”

She was close to putting her head down and falling asleep again, but decided to just zone out. She snapped back to reality when she saw Lance (who also seemed to be zoning out) peek up out of the corner of her eye.

“-and a thank you to our special guests: Champion Leon, Champion Lance, and Champion Sarah! Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here and celebrate with us!”

The three looked at each other from their respective tables, before all three grinned awkwardly at the polite applause.

“And to that, I toast you my friends!” He raised his glass of champagne and everyone followed suit. (The minors only had water in their glasses, but still obliged.)

“Cheers!”

— 💎— 🎸—

Sarah wolfed down her food when it was served.

“I didn’t starve you, did I, dear?” The other three turned to Lusamine, while Sarah kept slurping.

“She’s just like this, Mother.” Gladion frowned, “Now tell us what you’re doing here.”

She only laughed, “Rose has been a dear friend of mine for forever. Not attending his own wedding would be quite rude, especially after he attended mine.”

Before anyone could reply, Sarah dug into her bag, pulling out the envelope and two luxury balls.

“Since you’re going to the gift table, could you put these there for me?”

“I’m regretting the pokemon-as-a-gift decision,” Silver frowned. “How do we know they won’t mistreat them?”

Sarah shook her head emphatically. “They seem alright. And they’re definitely not those two.” She jerked a thumb in the direction of Cyrus and Ghetsis.

Lusamine nodded in agreement, took the three objects, and walked away.

Hugh shook his head, “What was even in that envelope anyways-”

“A check for like, a billion P, probably.” Gladion frowned as Sarah nodded.

Silver only shook his head. “Rich people.”

— 💎— 🎸—

The night commenced with dancing. A lot of dancing.

Sarah wasn’t big on dancing, but even she was dragged on the floor for one slow dance.

The finale of the event happened as the walls lowered into the floor, making the space open once again. The windowed part of the roof opened up and a corviknight taxi flew in. The couple boarded it, calling out “Arrivederci!” and “Bon voyage!” as they showered rose petals and flew off.

Sarah glanced up at the sight, “Is it finally over??”

— 💎— 🎸—

They stalled for a bit, but soon everyone cleared out. Sarah and Hugh also changed, handing their clothes back over to the Aethers. 

The quartet stood outside Rose Tower, “…Guess this is goodbye.” Hugh sadly looked at his two friends, as Sarah moved to the side slightly. They needed their own moment.

“Blueberry’s not gonna be the same without you.” Gladion smiled sadly, as Silver nodded.

“Now we might actually have to hang out with Drayton for company.” Silver mimed throwing up, as the other two chuckled.

Gladion and Silver glanced at each other, before each exchanged an arm. Hugh hugged them both tight.

Sarah smiled slightly when Hugh and Gladion extended arms to her too. The four hugged for a while, knowing that breaking apart would mean they were closer to separating.

When they separated, they stood awkwardly.

“…I’m gonna miss you, Gladdy.” She hugged him tight, which he quickly returned. 

“I’ll miss you too. I’m… I’m glad we got to spend time together this summer.”

“Me too, cuz. Me too.” If she blinked back tears, that was between her and her eyes.

“You sure you don’t need Wyvern?”

“No. We’re going back with Mother via the flying taxi.”

“And you have everything?” 

He nodded.

“Okay.” She turned to Silver, “It was nice meeting you.” She smiled genuinely at him, “You’re good for Gladdy. Thanks for keeping him company.”

He blushed and turned away, but still muttered a thank you. He awkwardly patted her on the back, too.

“Well, you guys should get going.” Hugh frowned slightly.

“Yeah… Aunt Lusamine’s waiting for you.”

They glanced back at the corviknight taxi, like they both forgot she was there.

“Right.”

“Well,” They both started jogging backwards. “Arrivederci. Or whatever.” Silver grinned.

“Well keep in touch. Promise.” Gladion and Silver fully turned and ran to the taxi.

Gladion, Silver, and Lusamine waved from the taxi as it disappeared into the night.

— 💎— 🎸—

“Sarah. Wait.” Hugh placed a hand on her shoulder to stop her from running off.

She turned to him, confused.

“I, uh.” He took out his love ball and released applin, also taking out the tart apple she’d given him months ago. “I- We talked it over.” He gestured between himself and applin, “He’s ready.”

Sarah let out an excited gasp, cupping both his hands with her own. “Really?”

He nodded, and applin trilled in agreement.

“Consider it a… a salud to new adventures, yeah?” She nodded excitedly.

Applin touched the apple and they were surrounded in a blue glow.

Flapple filed around their heads, as they each gave him a pet. Hugh returned him to his pokeball, and pocketed it.

Sarah tackled her boyfriend in a hug, “Dawww, you getting all romantic on me, Hugh?”

He laughed, “Are you tearing up again?”

“No,” She wiped her face, “I got, uh, apple. In my eye. Yeah.”

He laughed again, cupping her face. “C’mere, you dork.”

She pulled him close, kissing him.

They pulled apart, noses touching.

“You ready for whatever’s next?”

His smile was soft, “Anything.”

Prologue fin.

— 💎— 🎸—

Cameos:

Sean from @tallgrassghosts Meg and Kyo from @askthewhiterocket and finally, @kuixotic’s Cooper! (he didn’t have a blog specified lol)

Thank you for letting me grab your chars! Hope I didn’t butcher the back of their heads too bad hehe.

#READ THESE TAGS FOR MOD NOTES !!! #thank you all SO MUCH for sticking with me! I hope you’re alright/were fine with reading over 3k words… but it’s a fitting ending! #next thing is the event with Luna next month! I also have something planned for the blogs one year anniversary on the 30th! #also might post smth on my bday? (4/13) but it won’t be canon bc Sarah will have smth on hers (the same date but in universe) #you’ll see everyone again where this left off in May! (unless the event is extended lol) #ik it took me almost a year to slug through the prologue. but the plot will ramp up soon! promise ;) #pokeask #pokemon ask blog #Sarah Adamu #Hugh Iroai #Silver Sora #Gladion Aether #Prelude- Alolan Vacation #Mini Arc I- Wedding #I’m not tagging all the chars. sob #hope yall enjoyed this… I learned so much abt weddings for it akndknank

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[steviewashere]

Love, Rest Your Head

Rating: Teen and Up CW: Canon Typical Injuries Tags: Pre-Season 4, Aftermath of Starcourt Mall, Aftermath of Torture, Season 4, Canon Divergence, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Steve Harrington, Major Character Injury, Established Relationship, Eddie Munson Takes Care of Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has Head Trauma, Mentions of Vomiting, Self Sacrificing Steve Harrington, Mentions of Major Character Death (In Reference to Hopper), Foreshadowing, Ambiguous Ending

💕—————💕 The news was pure devastation. Overhead shots of the Starcourt Mall burning. Flames engulfing the building on all sides, swallowing it up until it sat a collapsed, ashen mess. There was no structure. No semblance to any kind of store that was inside. Just dust. Blackened walls. Melted floor tiles.

Eddie sat on the edge of the couch cushion, left hand tucked harshly under his thigh, chomping down on his right hand’s fingernails. There was a metallic tang on his tongue, but he couldn’t get himself to stop. Not even when the raw, exposed parts of his skin bared themself as a tender ache in his mouth’s warmth. Nothing could stop him. In between bites, there were moments where he was holding his breath. Gasping for it when push eventually came to shove. At least it was air he was choking on, not bile.

His uncle was stoic in his recliner in the corner. Until, with the quietest and gruffest voice Eddie’s ever heard, Wayne said, “Your boy. He’s in the parking lot. Has to be.”

“What if he isn’t?” Eddie barely mustered. “What if—What if he’s not there in the parking lot with all those ambulances? What if Steve’s stuck in the debris and he can’t get out and nobody can hear him and then he doesn’t come home and I never—“ He was back to choking on his breath. Sipping at the smallest pockets of air he could manage.

Wayne didn’t answer. The promises that could be made in this moment, every single one of them could be a fallacy.

Then, the news reporter read out those who suffered in the fire. That crisped with the building. Ones that couldn’t be recovered. Ones that were found, yet only identifiable by the licenses in their pockets.

Jenna Kinling Parker Smith Tony Roberts Billy Hargrove…

Eddie bit his fingers harder at that last name. Maybe they didn’t run in the same circles or maybe they weren’t friends. But Billy was still a young dude. He had a life ahead of him. They had classes together. What if…What if…What if, rings loudly in Eddie’s head.

Except, Steve isn’t listed. Neither is his new friend, Robin. They aren’t…They weren’t found in the rubble. They weren’t believed to be in it either. And, as if on cue, the trailer’s phone begins to ring. Eddie is up and out of his seat before he has a chance to miss a single ring.

“Munson residence, Eddie speaking,” he answers hastily.

On the other end is the wet, nasally, raspy breathing of another person. The deeper the breaths, the more he can make out it’s somebody masculine. Their intakes are interrupted by small sniffles. Short bursting whimpers that come from sure pain, not pleasure.

“Hello?” Eddie speaks quietly.

The person gasps. Sobbing around the words, “Eddie…Eddie, I need help.” Steve.

“I’ll help, sweetheart,” he promises immediately. “What do you need? I—Uncle Wayne is here, too. We can help. We can—“

“‘M at the mall. And it’s all charred and…and gone. And I think I—I left your birthday present in Scoops and I’m sorry that I—My head hurts, Eds. It hurts and I’m bleeding and the paramed—they think…Billy’s dead and I watched him die and it scared me and—I don’t like him, I don’t like him at all but he looked sad and he looked…He’s dead, Eddie. I watched somebody die, Eddie,” Steve rambles. His words are heavily slurred. Barely breaking by his breath. Almost swirled by puke. 

Before Eddie has the chance to interrupt, Steve is continuing. “I protected Robin from getting hurt,” he says seriously, gravely. But his next words are tiny, as if Eddie was listening to a child, not his eighteen year old boyfriend. “You’re going to be mad at me.”

“Why?” He asks. Shakes his head though, and asks instead, “Where should I pick you up? Does Robin have a ride home?”

“I got beat up again,” Steve barrels on. “’T’s really bad, Eds. Everything is ringing. Makin’ me nauseous.” His breaths grow heavier as if he’s ready to retch on his sneakers.

Eddie prepares himself to hear it all, because he knows it’ll happen. Knows it like the back of his hand, unfortunately. From how many other times Steve’s been concussed. Yet, he doesn’t care, saying, “I’ll take care of you here at home, but I need you to tell me where I need to pick you up. Does Robin need a ride?”

Steve mumbles, “She already left. Hugged her and everythin’. Rob—Robin’s safe. I protected her from getting hurt. They were going to hurt her, Eds. It would’ve been my fault for getting her involved.”

The words crawl under Eddie’s skin like spiders. He wants to scratch at himself, get them out of his head. Get away from how small each word is that comes from Steve’s mouth. He wants to find out who ‘They’ are and kill them. Wants to rip this world apart for making Steve sound so…horrified. But he just calmly asks, “Where are you, Steve? Where at the mall are you?”

“Front,” Steve mutters, “at the payphone. The one with all the gum on the back. It’s gross, Eds. I feel gross. Smell like—I’m sorry.”

Eddie just swallows harshly. Doesn’t know why Steve’s apologizing. But he’s scared shitless, that’s for sure. He grabs for his car keys on the dining table. “I’m going to hang up, Stevie. I’ll be there soon, okay?”

The last thing he hears is Steve coughing and retching up his lungs. Spiders work their way into his veins.

——— Sure enough, Steve’s by the payphone. Sitting with his knees up to his chest. Leaning against the thin pole of the phone. Inches away from whatever lunch he had last. Doesn’t look like much. Eddie just thought Steve was busy with work and relaxing at home. Though…Eddie’s starting to piece together that maybe Steve never left work. Like he’s been here way too long.

Steve shivers where he grasps to himself and Eddie approaches with great caution.

He crouches down to Steve’s level, keeps his hands to himself, and speaks softly. “Steve, it’s Eddie. I brought you a jacket. And some water. I’ve got crackers. You ready to go home?”

With his one good eye, Steve looks to him. Blood caked around his nose and mouth and chin. Eyebrow split, though covered with a butterfly bandage. His left eye is swollen shut and a deep, concerning purple. A part of Eddie almost wants to ask who left Steve here like this. To sit by himself and hold to his elbows. But, a stronger part of him cares too much about making sure Steve gets home.

Slowly, Steve reaches out his right hand and grasps at Eddie’s left wrist. Thumb harsh over his pulse point. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. Without any fanfare or warning, Steve’s eyes fill with tears. Streaming down his face in sluggish lines. “I was stupid and got in trouble again and now I’m all…I’m all broken and ugly and I smell really bad and you’re gonna have to stay awake with me because I’m not allowed to sleep and I—“

“Baby,” Eddie whispers lowly, “Steve, I’m just glad that you’re alive. I’d rather look after you all beaten up and bloody than…Well, y’know.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?” Steve meekly asks.

“Do you want me to be mad at you?”

With great force, Steve shakes his head. Hissing and hiccuping at the pain that surges through him. “It hurts so bad,” he whimpers. “I just—They were going to hurt Robin and—and the kids. I couldn’t let them do that and now I—“

Eddie gently shushes him. “You don’t need to explain yourself right now, okay, sweetheart? We’ll talk about it when you’re better.”

“What if I never talk about it?”

He shrugs. Wraps his free hand over Steve’s where it still grips him. “Then you don’t talk about it,” he whispers. “Let me take you home, though? Give you the food and water I brought. Warm you up and change your clothes. Can clean your face,” Eddie lists. He cups the injured side of Steve’s face with a tentative hand, barely touching his swollen skin. “Clean this all up and brush your hair. Let you sleep.”

“I can’t sleep for long,” Steve reminds him.

“Wake you up every few hours, that’s fine. I don’t have school tomorrow, we’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“‘M’kay,” Steve agrees quietly. He’s drooping in Eddie’s hold. Exhaustion quickly swamping him. “Sorry if I throw up in the car.”

Eddie gently hefts them up off the ground, leads them towards the van, and gets Steve situated in his passenger seat. He murmurs, as he buckles Steve in, “I can clean up. But I’ll leave the window rolled down. I’ll drive slow. Do you want the jacket?”

Steve shakes his head softly. His eyes are closed and the rest of him is very still to his seat. As if moving anything physically pains him. It probably does, based on what Eddie’s able to see. “I don’t want to be reminded of the heat,” he state quietly.

“Okay,” Eddie whispers. He leans up into Steve’s space, presses a short kiss to his temple, and cranks the passenger window down. “Just lean towards the window a little. Rest. I’ve got you, baby.”

The car ride is incredibly slow, it makes Eddie antsy. But out of the corner of his eye, he notices Steve tensing at every gradual rumble and deep pothole. It makes Eddie want to just get out and push the van. He slides a hand off of the steering wheel and goes to grab Steve’s left wrist, but he jolts away. Head colliding solidly with the window frame.

“Don’t,” Steve bites. “Don’t touch me there,” he whispers.

Eddie swallows down the sudden rise of bile in his throat. “Okay, Steve,” he murmurs right back. “Do you…you need me to pull off for a second? Give you a break from the bumpy road?” Steve gives a slow and tentative nod.

He pulls to the shoulder, parks in silence, and just sits in the driver’s seat. Face forward, eyeing beyond the windshield. He’d turn on the radio, try to fill the gap between their bodies, but knows that the noise would be too much. Instead, he listens in on Steve’s audible deep breaths. Like he’s trying to ground himself to the carseat or maybe veer away from puking out the window. Eddie wants to touch and soothe, like he normally would during Steve’s concussions. But…he can’t. There are tears percolating in the corners of his eyes.

“You need water?” Eddie quietly asks.

“Please,” Steve mutters lowly. His voice is crackling and snotty wet.

Eddie moves slowly between the front seats, grabs an unopened bottle of water, and uncaps it. He leans across the center console to find a straw in the glove box. Plops it in the bottle and offers it up for Steve to take. “Slow sips,” Eddie states, “don’t need to make yourself sicker.” Steve angles his body away from the window, leans forward slightly, and takes the straw between his lips. Each swallow of water looks like he’s trying to consume rocks. His tongue working slowly, hesitantly against the straw. Testing it. “You’re doing a good job,” Eddie can only praise.

When Steve pops off the straw, it’s with a gasping breath. Catching and falling and catching again. He lolls his head on the seat, looking over to Eddie. Chest moving up and down with shallow, croaking shakes of air. “We can go,” he rasps, “I wanna sleep.”

The water bottle goes to the cup holders. And Eddie does what he’s told. Crawling slowly back home. Taking small pauses to check in with Steve, help him drink water, nibble on some crackers, rub his back when he hurls out the car window.

But when they make it back home, they move in complete and utter silence. Through the front door and to the couch. Wayne ogles the two of them, fear present in his eyes. His mouth hangs open, suckled dry of all words he could ever think to say. Eddie makes him grab a bowl of warm water and a rag.

And they just exist in silence.

In fear, Eddie now realizes, of whatever happened to Steve.

Because they’re not stupid. This wasn’t a fire. There was something else. Something more…disastrous. Dastardly. But Eddie places the bowl on the coffee table, sits on Steve’s right on the cushions, and turns them towards each other.

“Alright, I’ve gotta clean the blood off of your face, Stevie,” he encroaches their silence. “I’m going to be really careful. I’ll go slow. But I need you to tell me when you need a break, okay?” Steve blinks groggily at him. His eyes are dilated beyond belief. Eddie’s nauseous just looking at them. These aren’t the eyes he fell in love with.

These eyes are like terror in existential form.

Steve nods, though. He places a shaking hand on Eddie’s left knee. Doesn’t tighten it, doesn’t pet the fabric under his hand, just rests it there. As if he’s searching for an anchor.

Eddie wets the wash rag with the warm water. Raises it to Steve’s chin. “If this hurts, you need to tell me. Here we go.” The rag stains pink and crimson as soon as it touches Steve’s skin. He hates how hard he has to press just to work the blood off, but it’s dried to him. It’s coming off in flakes, Eddie sees the particles fall to Steve’s dirtied uniform. As he works the rag over Steve’s face, he can’t help but notice how stained and red the uniform is, too.

It used to be something Eddie could tease Steve about. Be flirtatious and saucy about it. Talk about stupid things with. Make dumb fantasies and see if Steve will play into them. But looking at it now only makes Eddie’s chest hurt. Makes his stomach turn uneasily. Shrivels something inside of him that will never live again. But he’ll get Steve into his clothes. Get him comfortable. Maybe he’ll burn the uniform when Steve isn’t looking. Rid of it like a demon needing to be expelled.

The last bit of the blood finally comes away, flaking from Steve’s nostrils to the washcloth. Eddie places it back in the pink tinted water. And then he looks back. At Steve’s child like eyes. And his split lip. The plum like bruise around his left eye.

Eddie’s never had homicidal thoughts, but today might just be the eye opener for him.

But he continues to be gentle. Offering, “Let’s get you some of my clothes. I’ll wash your hair in the bathroom sink. Then, you can rest.” Steve just nods, allows Eddie to pull him along to the bedroom, and change him out of his clothes. Ignores the slight bruising on his ribs, where he most likely struggled or fell. Tries to not think about the red, twisting lines across Steve’s chest, arms, and wrists from where he’d been tied. Just covers Steve back up in reds and blacks and soft things. And, while Steve is looking away, throws the Scoops uniform away in a nearby waste basket.

Washing his hair is no struggle. Steve goes listless and quiet when Eddie scrubs at his scalp, carefully detangles knots that were glued together by sticky blood. He barely blinks as he watches Eddie move and go through his hair washing routine. Doesn’t protest any of what Eddie chooses to do—even when he puts too much conditioner in the ends of his hair or doesn’t do two wash throughs with the shampoo, even if he uses a hair dryer instead of a towel. Allows him, which Eddie finds a little odd. He has an inkling, though, that it may just be the gentle touch that Steve doesn’t want to mitigate.

When they’re back in bed, Eddie lays flat on the mattress. Putting space between their two bodies. His alarm is set for three hours from now, where he’ll wake Steve up and make sure his concussion symptoms either are stagnant or lessening. But for now, he just stays put. Eyes up at his ceiling, stomach turning and knotting at whatever happened today.

Whatever happened almost doesn’t matter, knowing Steve made it out alive.

But there’s a haunting to him that Eddie can’t ignore.

Right when he thinks Steve is asleep and goes to close his own eyes, does he hear the smallest of statements.

“Hopper died, too,” Steve murmurs.

“No…”

Steve nods sagely against his pillow. “Heard about it through some of the kids I babysit. Guess he…Guess I wasn’t the only one to make a sacrifice.” Eddie hears him shift, coming closer. His body warmth radiating and tight against his rigid body. There’s a hesitant palm that slithers and sits on Eddie’s chest. Where his heart beats rabidly. “Could…Could’a been me.”

Eddie places his own hand over the back of Steve’s. Presses them together firmly. His chest caving with the push. “Don’t say that,” he harshly whispers. “Don’t…Steve, I thought it was going to be you. Please don’t say that.”

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I just…That’s the only thing I could think of before you got me. How I—I almost didn’t get to see you again.”

“At least you’re with me now, right? I’m just glad that you’re alive.”

“Yeah,” Steve croaks. “I just wish I could bring myself to tell you what happened.”

“Don’t need to do that, Steve. Just rest up and get better for me, alright?”

Steve shuffles closer. His head resting on Eddie’s shoulder. He nods. “Thank you. I love you,” he sleepily murmurs.

Eddie wraps an arm around his back and squeezes him tightly. “I love you, too, love bug. Get some sleep and I’ll check on you in a bit.”

The snores are a comfort after tonight.

——— And when he looks Steve in the eyes, mere seconds before he leaves for Vecna, Eddie understands the harrowing sacrificial fear. He’ll be the one to protect Steve now. “Make him pay,” he says. But he knows, reflected in Steve’s eyes, that there is finality in his stare. His stomach turns and his hands shake, but damnit, he’ll make sure that Steve won’t be the one drowning in blood this time.

He hopes to hear snores against his shoulder tomorrow night.

If night comes.

💕—————💕

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #angst and hurt/comfort

[neuvillove]

childe takes you on a laser tag date !

tags- sfw, fluff, gender neutral reader (no prns)

~ 863 words

a/n- i apologize if this isn't that well written, i'm trying to recover from writing block and it's my first time writing char x reader. that being said, any and all advice is (very) welcome (´⊙ω⊙`) (sobs this is my first time on tumblr too, i migrated from ao3)

“Y’know I’m not gonna go easy on you just ‘cause you’re all dolled up, right?”

Tartaglia grinned, looking at you with his dead-fish blue eyes as you strapped on the laser tag gear. You stared at him and his charming smile before rolling your eyes.

“Shut up and help me put this on.”

“Your wish is my command.” He replied as he began to walk over, placing one hand on your hip while the other adjusted the velcro strap on the back of your vest.

-

As per to your beloved’s request, you and Tartaglia had been put on seperate teams. You grumbled as you walked towards your team’s designated site with a bunch of snotty kids who’d been droning on and on about how who’s going to get more eliminations and you honestly couldn’t care less about what they were on about. The overworked arcade worker’s voice broadcasted on the loudspeaker above and after the procedural speech, the lights dimmed and you finally felt that adrenaline kick in. It was suddenly pitch black with only luminescent neon lights lining the crevices of the arena and speckles of glowing green and blue paint splattered on the walls. You subconsciously gripped the cheap plastic gun tighter at the thought of bumping into one, or god forbid two, kids in the dark.

An obnoxiously loud and comical countdown boomed throughout the room before you could hear the giggling and the running of the kids getting fainter and fainter. Feeling bad for the kids on your team, who’d already got such an unwilling participant, you decided to get a move on yourself as you trudged down one of the paths.

The footsteps were oddly muffled by the carpeted floor and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of tension as two of your senses were dulled. At this point you’d already been shot multiple times, while only shooting a handful of the other team. That was enough running around for you. You walked around what felt like the quietest area of the whole place, humming to yourself as you wondered how much time was left until you could leave this dark and silent death trap.

It was quiet, so quiet.

“Boo.”

Suddenly, you felt a familiar pair of cold hands resting on your shoulders. A yelp escaped your lips before you turned around at record speed, seeing Tartaglia’s pale skin painted with the neon blue lights above. You could see a cheeky smile creep on his face in the dim light before you could feel him gently push you, pressing you up against the wall behind you two.

“You scared the shit out of me, Tartag. What the hell is wrong with you?” You huffed, placing your hands on his chest.

He chuckled as he leant closer to your face, his warm breath lightly hitting your face as he laughed.

“Sorry darling. Was looking for you for so long, got a little excited when I saw you.” He replied, “Y’know, I’ve overheard some very interesting things from the kids in my team.”

“What did you hear?” You replied cautiously, expecting him to say something stupid with that shit-eating grin on his face.

“They’re saying that the old lady on the other team was, ah what did they say? Easy kills?”

“They did not.” You replied, feigning a distraught tone.

“Mhm, they did. Little do they know that I know said old lady very well.”

Before you could come up with a witty remark, you felt his lips on yours. His lips moulded with yours perfectly as he gently kissed you. The moment was soft and fleeting, yet it lingered on your lips even after he pulled away. It was sweet, well, it was almost sweet. As you stood there, eyes closed and still in bliss from the kiss, you heard a loud beeping noise as your chest piece buzzed. You looked down, startled before seeing Tartaglia’s gun pressed up against your glowing red vest.

“Guess the little guys were right after all.” He laughed.

“You’re unbelievable.” You scoffed, yet a smile fought its way on your face as you watched him blow a kiss to you as he ran off.

-

It wasn't long before the game came to an end and you found yourself standing in the little room that you were at the beginning before entering the dark room. The arcade worker glanced tiredly at everybody before redirecting their attention towards the little monitor that displayed the leaderboard.

“Player ‘Childe’ got the most number of eliminations. Following ‘Childe’ was…”

The voice of the worker faded away as you looked at the leaderboard yourself. Childe was first by just one elimination. You looked at him, finding that he was already watching you with amusement in his eyes- as if he was waiting to see how you’d react.

After you both left the laser tag booth, you turned to him with an unimpressed look on your face.

“You couldn't have won without me, y’know?” You said, your tone unamused yet your expression saying otherwise

“I know.”

That was all he said, a loving smile resting on his lips as he grabbed your hand, pulling you to another booth.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #childe x you #tartaglia x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

[soapyghost]

EMBERS

Firefighter John Price x Fem! Reader

I constantly have Price brain rot so like have my horny thoughts. Hear me out- firefighter price. EH? EHHHH?? Ok fuck you im doing it :) Anyways- this is dedicated to my local fire department cuz they are FINE AF (i see yall at the grocery store how u doin)

So I’m planning on making this a series. A lil slow burn. Idk how many parts. Enjoy the ride. Lmk if you want to be put on the tag list.

Warnings: eventual smut!!! Fluff, fire, mentions of injuries, angst kinda? Use of Y/N. Let me know if I missed anything.

Tag list- @southernbluebellereader (thank you so much for letting me vent about this work ily)

Funny how the worst night of your life would lead you to the best night of your life. Waking up the the blaring sounds of an alarm, you roll over and blindly grab your phone. It couldn't be 7am already can it? You tap on the screen to reveal it's only 2:47am and that sound was not your alarm. It takes you a moment to realize the ear shattering sound is coming from the fire alarm in your kitchen.

Without thinking you fling yourself out of the embrace of the covers only to be met with thick, choking, black smoke. Sputtering you being to cough and eyes filling with tears as you drop to the ground. Crawling to the door on all fours you slowly make your way across the hard vinyl flooring. Again, you mindlessly grab the door handle only to immediately fall backwards onto your back at the searing pain now flowing through your hand. A scream escapes your mouth as you look down, and even in the dark of the room you can see the charred flesh of your hand.

This is it, you think, swallowing hard. This is how you go. Scared and alone in your shitty one bedroom apartment in the same shitty town you were born. They're going to find your body on the morning news, charred and nearly unrecognizable, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties. You let out a sob as the tears begin to fall from your eyes, mixing with the soot in the air. The burning only adds to your hysteria. Curling up into the fetal position and rocking back and forth you wait for your end.

Suddenly the door to your bedroom is smashed open, wood chips flying everywhere. You scream again and fling your eyes open. Before you stands a giant, a monster. You let out another scream and begin shuffling backwards to the corner of the room. The large creature begins moving towards you and scoops you up like you were nothing. You'd come to terms with dying and becoming a crisp but not dying to a shadow. Squirming you try to get out of the iron clad grasp holding you bridal style. "I got one, she's alive" a voice comes from the monster. Its not until you're out in the hallway that you finally notice, its not a creature, not a monster, but a man.

Piercing blue eyes look down at you from the inside of a yellow hood, crinkling into a small smile. "It's going to be ok, shhh" the thick British voice says, muffled by the gas mask protecting his face. Gulping and holding back tears, you simply nod before putting your face into his chest.

Cold air hits your thighs as you breach the exit of the apartment complex. A gasp escapes your throat and goosebumps immediately cover your body. A small chuckle escapes the figure holding you. He sets you down on the grass, far out of the reach of the fire engulfing your home. You open your eyes to look upon your savior as he kneels down to remove his mask. When he does, the world seems to move in slow motion like one of those stupid commercials.

He's simply breathtaking, from his perfect blue eyes to the well groomed beard that graces his face. "You alrigh' luv?" he asks, reaching out a gloved hand to your shoulder. His voice shakes you out of your daze, back to the harsh reality that you are half naked on the grass outside the crumbling building you used to live in.

It's such a simple question, but after everything you've just been through, it hits like a ton of bricks and tears begin to well up in your eyes again. "Thank you" you hiccup out between sobs, holding tightly onto the hand on your shoulder. He grabs you and brings you into a tight embrace. The world stops, there's no more yelling, no more burning buildings, no more sirens. Its just you and him.

"Cap? You good?" a voice breaks through your fantasy, and you whip your head around to see yet another beautiful man. This one sporting a mohawk and beautiful hazel eyes. "All good here Soap, go." your savior commands. "Soap?" you croak, a huff of a laugh escaping you. Looking back to the man holding you together, a soft smile crawls upon your lips. "Ha, yeah. Long story. You never answered me luv, you alright?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look you over, suddenly realizing just how exposed you were.

Immediately he takes off his jacket and lays it on you, offering you some small form of coverage. "'M alrigh" you respond, breathless. Truth be told, you were far from alright, but that was all you could muster. The man smiles at you and begins to get up, but before you can think you reach out and pull him back, "please... please don't leave" you whisper. His eyes widen ever so slightly, before he holds you back. "Alrigh' luv I won't leave you, cmon'" he smiles, scooping you back up and taking you to the back of the ambulance.

Setting you down in the back, he readjusts the jacket to cover your lower half before looking back up into your eyes, "Names John" he says. You look up into the eyes of the man who just saved your life, "John" you say, testing out the feeling of his name on your tongue. "That's it luv, don't wear it out now ya 'ear?" he murmurs into your ear before finally untangling himself from you. A small whine escapes your throat at the loss of contact, and a blush rises up your face as you realize that he definitely heard it. He chuckles, "alrigh' love, I need to go back to my team, will you let the paramedics check you out?" he asks, looking deep in your eyes. You swallow thickly and nod, "will you come back?" you whisper, your face growing redder by the second. "Of course, luv" he says before cupping your cheek and smiling. He drops his hand, offering you one last smile before saying, “take good care of her eh Gaz?”. He turns his back and jogs back to the firetruck.

The paramedic begins to check you out, tending to your hand. He’s also good looking; tall, muscular and sporting a baseball cap. You notice he also has a slight accent. As he grabs the gauze to wrap your hand he says, “so you didn’t pay attention in school huh?” The remark catches you off guard and you simply blink in confusion at the man, did he really just ask you that? “You shouldn’t grab metal in a fire” he chuckles, finishing your hand and giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“Guess not huh” you respond sheepishly. Not only were you almost burnt to a crisp but now you’re getting chastised for not remembering elementary school training. “Ah, we all forget things in the moment. You’ll be ight” he smiles, placing his med kit back in the ambulance. You look down at the jacket covering your bare legs, it reads in all caps “PRICE”. John Price.

Johns smiling face rounds the corner just as Gaz finishes cleaning up, “how she lookin’ kid?” he asks, looking at you. “Ah she’ll be ight cap” Gaz responds, taking the unspoken hint to slip away and leave you two alone. You absentmindedly flex your hand, the feeling of the gauze on your hand unfamiliar and coarse.

“You alright sweetheart?” John kneels to be closer to your height, his eyes looking deep into yours. “Much better now. I don’t think I’ll ever forget to not touch metal” you laugh weakly. His laugh surprises you, deep and rich. The wrinkles by his eyes deepen as he laughs.

Now that the immediate threat of dying was over, you began to notice just how attractive John was. His muscles rippling underneath the tight long sleeve made your head spin. Or maybe it was the smoke inhalation. You could make out the salt and pepper greys in his beard and hair. And to top it all off, his beautiful blue eyes. You could get lost in them, you were lost in them.

A hand waves itself infront of your face and snaps you back to reality. You’d been caught and you blushed feverishly. “Luv?” John asked, “I asked ya a question.” “Oh ah uh. Sorry. Adrenaline” you answer, eyes darting to the concrete below, trying desperately to hide your face. “I asked if you got somewhere to stay?” He questions again. “Oh. Uhm. Yeah I can get a hotel.” You say, not quite sure how you’ll afford it but you really don’t have any option. “Well then, we’ll take ya” John smiles, holding out his hand.

You grab his hand and move his jacket so it’s resting on your shoulders. He leads you back to the fire truck where the rest of his crew is waiting. “Cap?” A man in a balaclava asks. “Were just taking.. hmm didn’t catch your name luv” John looks over to you. “Oh it’s Y/N” you say, blushing once again. “Beautiful. We’re dropping Y/N off a hotel” John states, recieving nods from his crew.

The ride there is quiet, John driving, the smell of smoke suffocating the cab of the truck. All the men looked exhausted, the one they called soap dozing off. But the man in the balaclava never took his eyes off you, never waivered. You found him odd, his stare unsettling you a bit.

When you finally make it to a hotel Soap wakes and opens the door for you, where John is waiting to help you down. He leads you into the lobby and before you can speak he says “one room for the lady please” to the receptionist. The woman behind the desk smiles and says, “sure thing John” before sliding him a key.

“But wait- I need to pay!” You exclaim. John simply laughs and extends his hand out again to lead you to your room. “No need to worry luv, this is on me” he smiles. You could get lost forever in that smile, would do anything to get to see it. The walk to your room seeming all too short, he drops your hand to unlock the door and holds it open for you.

“Get some rest alright?” He says, looking down at you. All the adrenaline has evaporated from your body and all you can think about is how comfortable that bed looks. You look up to him and whisper, “thank you.” He smiles again, before gesturing you inside. “Sleep well, luv’” he murmurs before closing the door and leaving you in the darkness of the hotel room.

You don’t even remember crawling into bed or even falling asleep. When you wake, you’re comfortably in bed still in John Prices jacket.

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[rebelwrites]

Twenty Six: He’s Gone

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

Once again I’m sorry

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Staring into the darkness I just felt numb, in a matter of hours everything had come crashing down on the family. I refused to believe that the man that saved my life, the person I looked up to and the one I ran to in my time of need was now gone. Nothing could stop this pain, I had dealt with a lot of heartbreak in my life but this was by far the worst. I felt like I had just watched someone cut my heart out of my chest, ripping it to pieces followed by setting it on fire in the process.

“Nova, sweetie, can you come in here for a second,” Pascale called from the living room.

Letting out a heavy sigh I slowly kicked the kitchen chair away from my body as I stood up. I felt like I had lead bricks tied to my feet, weighing me down with every step I took.

The moment my gaze locked onto my brother’s expression I found myself struggling to hold back tears, I could count on one hand the amount of times I saw Jax cry so seeing him this broken was like someone was stabbing me in the gut.

He roughly wiped his eyes with the back of his hands before lifting the blanket up signaling for me to join him and Elenor. Shuffling across the room I found myself flopping on the sofa, resting my head on my older brother’s shoulder trying not to break down for the millionth time this evening. I honestly didn’t know how I was still producing tears.

“I know you are both hurting right now,” Pascale said softly as she perched on the edge of the coffee table, “I am not going to tell you your feelings are invalid because we all grieve in different ways, so do what you need to do,” she paused, resting her hand on my knee. “Drink a whole bottle of whiskey, get high, punch things but please stay in the house where I know you are both safe.”

Taking a deep breath I flashed her the weakest smile, I was so grateful she was here, I honestly don’t know how we would have coped if it was just the three of us. The sound of my phone vibrating on the wooden table was the only noise that echoed through the room. Pascale slowly picked the device up before holding it out to me. “C'est Char, ma chérie. Ne le repousse pas, laisse-le être la force dont tu as besoin maintenant. It’s Char, my dear. Don't push him away, let him be the strength you need right now.” she whispered.

I knew she was right but how was I meant to tell him the Pops had died, I was struggling to form words to Pascale and Jax. Reaching out I took my phone off her before pushing myself to my feet. My heart sank when I realized Charles was facetiming me, there was no way I could try and hide anything. Part of me didn’t want to tell him what had happened because he needed to keep his focus on today’s qualifying, however deep in my heart I knew he needed to know.

Soon enough Charles’ face appeared on my screen, his smile was as bright as the sun but his expression quickly changed when he took in my appearance. I knew I looked like I had been dragged through the bushes, my hair was sticking all over the place and my eyes were red and puffy from the hours of crying.

“Nova, que s'est-il passé ? Parle-moi. Nova, what happened? Talk to me,” he said softly, with a concerned look on his face.

“He’s go-” my bottom lip started quivering as the word got caught in my throat, the thought of saying it made it real, leaning my phone against the bottle of beer on the kitchen counter I covered my face with my hands as my body shook from the sobs. I tried to steady my breathing before I spoke again, I desperately needed him here with me but he was practically the other side of the world, in Japan, “he’s gone Char, he’s fucking gone.”

“Sunshine, who’s gone?” he asked quietly.

“Pops.” I cried, refusing to look at the screen.

Charles found himself frozen on the spot, it was like someone had just pressed a mute button and the buzz of the garage suddenly disappeared. He couldn’t believe what his girlfriend had just told him, running his hand over his face he tried his hardest to blink back tears but it was no use. He didn’t care if the cameras caught him as he barged past the mechanics trying to get out of the crowd. Once he was alone in his driver room he slumped down onto the floor, “Babygirl, I am so fucking sorry,” Charles cried, knotting his fingers in his hair. “I can’t believe it.”

“I don’t know what to do Char,” Nova sobbed.

The sound of her heartbreak was crushing Charles, knowing he was what felt like a million miles away, when his girl needed him the most. Before he met Nova all that mattered was racing but now he didn’t give a shit about today’s qualifying nor the race tomorrow, he needed to be back in Charming with the person who meant the world to him.

His heart sank as he let his last conversation with JT play over and over in his head, it was something he was glad he got to do, especially because he knew how much JT meant to Nova.

The pair of them sat in silence both with tears streaming down their cheeks.

“Fuck, I was only on the phone with him yesterday,” the Monégasque breathed, looking up at the ceiling trying to hold it together the best he could for Nova, but he was failing drastically. “He seemed absolutely fine.”

“What, what do you mean Char?” Nova whimpered, causing Charles to look down at the screen.

Taking a breath he shook his head, he couldn’t tell her the reason for the phone call, he had the perfect plan in his head, although the news of JT might cause him to change things slightly. “I was just checking in on him,” he whispered, trying to not reveal the truth, silently hoping that Nova wouldn’t ask too many more questions.

Charles found himself wandering aimlessly around the garage, his phone pressed against his ear, hoping he caught JT on a good day especially with the question he was wanting to ask.

After four rings the cheery voice of JT came through the device.

“Aren’t you meant to be getting ready for free practice?” he chuckled, causing a large smile to appear on Charles’ face. His body sagged in relief as JT was making jokes over the traditional greeting.

“I swear I am getting in the car very soon, this just couldn’t wait,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with the palm of his hand. His heart was pounding against his chest, for some reason he was petrified that JT was going to say no and his hopes and dreams would come crashing down around him.

“The camera just panned over to you and they are making jokes about this being such an important call it’s delayed you getting into the car,” JT chuckled, Charles could feel the warmth coming through the phone.

“This kinda is an important phone call,” Charles breathed, letting his eyes flutter closed as the words fell from his lips. “I have something to ask and I think this is going to be the second most important question I will ever ask.”

He could picture JT sitting there with an amused look on his face with a raised eyebrow, “You know I am intrigued now son, what is the most important question?” JT hummed, the tone of his voice told Charles he knew what was coming.

Charles took a deep breath before responding, “asking your daughter to marry me,” he paused, trying to calm his racing heart down a little, “she is the one for me, I want her to be my wife, more than I want to win the championship. So JT I am asking for your blessing for Nova’s hand in marriage.”

He was met with silence, causing his mind to race. His stomach was churning as he waited patiently for a response. “Boy, it’s taken you long enough to ask.” Charles was a little taken back by the response, he was worried that because he hadn’t been dating Nova long it would be a red flag to JT but here he was joking about the time it took. “I knew you were the one for my little girl the moment I introduced you to her.”

Charles’ heart fluttered hearing JT speak. A large smile appeared on his face as he glanced around the garage, holding his finger up to Andrea signaling he would only be a minute. “I am so glad you said that, because I already have the ring.”

JT paused for a moment before speaking, “I’m glad to know my sweet angel will be taken care of when I’m gone.” Charles could hear him choking on his words as he spoke, in fact hearing JT talk about when he was gone instantly brought tears to the Monégasque’s eyes. “Thank you for making her so happy, I haven’t seen her this cheerful in years.”

“Now JT, there isn’t any need to be saying shit like that, I don’t think you are going anywhere for a long time old man, plus Nova wouldn’t let you anyway,” Charles said with a small chuckle trying to lighten the conversation.

Hiding his face in his hand, there was no way he could go out and race, not now. He knew he would just end up putting the car into the wall and that was the last thing anyone needed, especially Nova.

The sound of someone knocking on the door gained Charles attention, causing him to look up as Andrea’s face appeared. “Charles, on a besoin de toi dans la voiture dans cinq minutes. Charles, we need you in the car in five minutes.” Andrea said with a large smile which quickly fell when he saw the state of Charles.

Charles took a deep breath, looking back at his phone, “Sunshine, I gotta go,” he hummed,

Nova flashed him a weak watery smile. “Please stay safe out there, Char,” she cried, roughly wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you too.”

“Je ne vais nulle part, bébé. I'm not going anywhere, baby,” he whispered, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Char. Get pole and win this one for Pops.”

The call came to an end, Charles took a moment to steady his breathing before pushing himself to his feet. “I need to find Fred,” he mumbled, causing Andrea to flash him a worried look. “Nova’s dad passed away last night.”

The moment the words left his lips he felt like someone had just stabbed a knife through his chest.

“Oh Char, I am so sorry,” Andrea said quietly, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Fred is out on the pitwall, do you want me to go get him, saves you being hounded by the media.”

“If you don’t mind,” Charles sighed, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his fireproof top.

Andrea quickly disappeared from the doorway of the small room leaving Charles alone with his thoughts. His heart was in a million pieces right now, JT was an amazing man. Even though he had only known him for a short period of time he welcomed him and Pierre into his life with open arms. Suddenly the door burst open revealing his best friend standing in the opening, looking exactly how Charles thought he looked.

“Get your shit, we are going,” he gasped, like he had ran the length of the pitlane to get to Charles. “Jax just texted me, told me what had happened,” Pierre whispered, trying to hold back tears. Before Charles could speak Fred appeared by Pierre’s side, Charles had no idea how he would react to him dropping out of the race but he didn’t care either way he was getting on the first flight from Japan to California.

It was as if the words were caught in Charles’ throat, “I’m not racing,” he finally managed to spit out. He was struggling to explain to Fred what the situation was due to the tears that wouldn’t stop falling. Luckily Pierre stepped in to update the Ferrari team principal.

“Why are you still here?” Fred asked, cocking his brow at his number one driver. “Get your ass on the next plane.” Charles was a little taken back, he didn’t expect Fred to respond like this. “We will get Rob in the car, luckily he has already done FP1 this weekend so we aren’t breaking any rules. Go be with Nova, she needs you more than I do right now.”

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[sunshinediaz]

tease tidbit tuesday <3

tagged by @wildlife4life and @thewolvesof1998 djjsjss you two are keeping me on my toes because i’m running out of things to share 🫶🏼

rules: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited!

(we know what this is from)

They were fire, both he and Shannon. They raged and smoldered until they burned one another up, taking from each other but never giving in return. It’s part of the reason why Eddie felt the need to enlist the second time, part of the reason why Shannon left when Eddie was home for good and never returned even after things with her mother were settled.

Everything Eddie loves about the world, Shannon loved, too. They were the same in the way you’re only the same with few people in this life—the way you don’t have to finish your thought because you know they’re already thinking it, as well. Thick as thieves and the best of friends, but not the greatest teammates.

He loved Shannon, and he always will, but it hurt. In the end, when he was burned and she was charred, both beyond recognition and so far away from the kids they were when they fell in love, and neither one of them could help the other, it hurt. He grieved her before she died, and long after she passed, too, because he was never able to cool her fire.

He’s sure she felt the same way and realized it before he did, especially when Frank had him work through their conversation at the restaurant when she asked for a divorce. He sobbed, ugly and messy and red-faced in his kitchen while Chris was at school, and laughed so hard his stomach hurt after. She was always quicker on the uptake than him.

When he thinks of her now, he doesn’t hurt. His memories are fond and bittersweet, yellow at the corners like a faded photograph, and he shares as much as he can with his son. He can’t quite remember the shade of her eyes anymore, but Chris has her lopsided grin and sometimes his skin still tingles when he remembers her, a physical reminder of her burning love.

Buck isn’t fire. He’s water—he’s floods of crooked smiles, rushes of caresses on sore muscles, flows of laughter even when Eddie’s not being very funny at all. He’s warm showers after a bad day and thick blankets in the morning when the sun’s shining through the curtains and listening to the rain fall outside during the night.

He’s calm. He’s peace and he’s trust and he’s faith. He’s shitty attitudes and bad times and tears and cold feet on Eddie’s back in the middle of the night just because he can. He’s acceptance and stability and promise and magical and a brightness so vivid, so blinding it lights up Eddie’s entire world, and he doesn’t burn. He doesn’t hurt.

Loving Buck is so easy because it doesn’t hurt.

tagging @panbuckley and @emchant3d and @devilyouwere and @jaskierofrivia and @malewife-buck and @ everyone who wants to show off their stuff <3

#tag games #alwfyh #these little games make me realize i don’t have many fandom friends lmaooo #actually this is me formally asking—if you want to be tagged pls let me know i look like a loner with 7 people at most tagged 😭

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Word Tag Search

@soheavyaburden tagged me to find burn, damn, silent, and wince.

I’m gonna pick Undeserved for that, to remind myself I need to get my ass back to editing.

I think I’ll leave this an open tag, as I assume pretty much everyone has been already tagged :D If you wanna do this, your words are: Expectation, wrong, alone, whisper.

Warnings for: Burns, more burns, even more burns, blood, forced to hurt

Burn Every breath moved burned skin, stretched it over bruised ribs. He wanted to raise his head, but only managed to roll it against his shoulder. Please… All that made it past the gag was a weak sob. Damien stared into the flames, smelling his own burnt skin and flesh. Feeling it. It was too much. He began to heave. Eyes wide in horror, he struggled against the chain, cutting into his wrist all over again. In trying to reach his mouth he forgot that he could as well bow down towards his hand. There was no room to think, only panic as the pressure in his throat increased.

Damn His whole fucking life. A fucking charade of expectations and responsibilities he had never stood a chance to keep up with. He raised his hand, muttering a soft “fuck” when instead of wiping away his tears, he managed to smear blood across his face. Another “fuck” followed as he stomped out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound echoed in his ears, and the vibration in his hand, and his other hand started hurting again, and it was all just too goddamn much. The only thing stopping him from pounding against the wall was the fact that in the palm of his right hand blisters had started to form, while his left one was dripping with blood. He wanted to deal neither with more pain, nor with bloodstains on the wall.

Silent When the embers left his feet a charred, deformed mess, the man started to crumble. His arms were yanked upwards, eliciting another choked scream as they twisted in their sockets. Damien froze, his illusion faltered. He felt sick. As the man looked around, eyes wide in terror, but obviously seeing the people inside the tent, Ed took a step towards Damien. His posture was a silent threat, even without his hand still resting on the hilt of his knife. “Did I say you can stop?”

Wince “I don’t care why you started to do this.” Ed’s tone was dangerously low. “Now you are doing it because I tell you to. And you will not hesitate, not question me. Make no mistake. You’re not irreplaceable. I quite enjoy the reputation you’ve built us… Nightmare.” Damien winced at this name. “That doesn't mean I need you. I think it’s time for a lesson. You will do this, or I will do it. Either way, he will not leave this tent standing.” Damien wondered if he was half as pale as he felt. He knew there was no way out. If he didn’t hurt the man, Ed would do it. And if he refused, there was little doubt that he was next.

#salad-tag #burns tw #blood tw #forced to hurt #torture tw

[utahimeow]

CHAR SDABFASDF literally i just messaged u the other day abt one of my fics and here i am AGAIN omg hsgbhajs u always catch me when i'm doing the rounds but also this is rlly just cos u r so incredibly supportive of my writing i am SOBBING 😭🥹💕

i just read ur tags on both 'too good to be mine' and 'so this is what it means...' and !!! oh my god first: i am so sorry for the angst in 'too good to be mine' sahdbgsahdj i was so sad writing that 😭 but i am so glad u liked it!!! (sniffle sniffle sob sob)

second!! ur tags in 'so this is what it means...' I AM CRYING!! RN !! FOR REAL !!! WTAF 😭 that line!! oh my god i am so glad u like it bc it made me tingle too writing it asdbgsj & the photos!! the photo!!! oh my god i was actually in such a Mood writing that, i feel like i was possessed or smth fr sdbgdsj to say that i write grief so beautifully, oh god i can only aspire to char 🤧 it's such a delicate topic i'm so glad you see it that way (seriously so so so flattered) 🥺

you're so cute writing all ur fave scenes UGH i love it !!! I LOVE YOU !!! and he is completely whipped u are so right im so glad u felt that 😭 & the angst scene... omg i had such a hard time writing that i was in a Hole for a few days writing that bc i was so sad.... FR 😭 i'm glad it translated into the writing but also so sorry it made u feel like that 😭

you!! are for real!! just!!! flattering me so much char!! showering me with all these nice things about my writing!!! it's such a compliment coming from you I AM SNIFFLING 😭 thank you thank you thank YOU for reading my stuff??? omg ?? ik it takes up a lot of time 😭 and for u to even write tags like this oh god 😭😭 i love u !!!!!

sel i hope u know i’m not a fan of the angst genre but when u write it. u make soooo worth it because you just do it SO WELL. i love ur writing voice/style so much, like it’s not complex but it’s still so detailed? and it just hits so hard, sometimes i read a line and my jaw just drops because you’re such a genius. truly reading this fic series has just felt like it was me watching u flex ur talent and i’m HERE FOR IT !! reading every piece has been such a treat and i know i keep saying this but u really should be so proud of urself for writing something so beautiful and emotional, love u sm n im so excited to read more

#꒰ love letters. ꒱ #꒰ angels. ꒱ — sel

[hvndredsecrets]

How does your muse carry emotions?

Bold always applies. Italics sometimes applies. Strikethrough never applies.

CHAR NAME

𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. being unable to stop smiling. laughter. bear hugs. happy tears. waving arms around. dancing. contently sighing. eyes twinkling. laughter lines. childlike playfulness. skipping. talking more. affection. cracking more jokes than usual. gesturing more when talking. higher pitched voice. squealing. jumping around. clapping.

𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒. tearing up. self-hugging. one-arm cross. an aching chest. scratchy throat. a runny nose. turning away. deep breaths. quivery smiles. crying. infantile sobbing. hands gripping each other or an object. covering mouth. puffy eyes. eyes appear red. voice breaking. a distant or empty stare. monotone voice. asking for comfort. faking a smile. crumbling. shaking. whimpering. depression. abusing an unhealthy habit. withdrawing from others. big teary eyes. doing something even if it could hurt them.

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑. furrowed brows. baring teeth. passive-aggressive comments. avoiding eye contact. sarcasm. headache. sore muscles. hiding clenched fists. irritability. jumping to conclusions. raising voice. going silent. demanding immediate action. keeping it all in until exploding. body tensing. making risky decisions. middle finger.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑. wanting to flee or hide. what-ifs. images of what-could-be flashing in mind. uncontrollable trembling. rapid breathing. screaming. a skewed sense of time. irritability. keeping silent. denying fear. turning away from the cause. pretending to be brave. nail-biting. lip-biting. scratching skin. a joking tone but a voice that cracks. fainting. insomnia. panic attacks. exhaustion. substance abuse. tics. rushing adrenaline. face draining of color. hair lifting on the back of the neck. feeling rooted to the spot. making body as small as possible. staring but not seeing. crying. a shrill voice. whispering. gripping something or someone. stuttering. flinching at noises. pleading.

𝐄𝐗𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. constantly yawning. blurring words together. dark circles or lines under eyes. mood swings. hallucinations. calling people by the wrong name. dizziness. denying they’re tired. slow blinking. trouble concentrating. stumbling. leaning on a door frame for support. sluggish movements. falling asleep someplace that isn’t a bed. becoming irritated by the smallest things. “i’m awake, i’m fine.” shaking so bad they spill their drink. fall asleep in their clothes. lay their head on the table because they’re so tired. passing out.

tagged by: i stole it >:3 tagging:you!

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[lollypopsx]

What Charleigh has a hard time sharing Harry when she’s younger with the fans and sometimes the other boys so she throws tantrums here and there

Drabble Request

A/N: So I didn’t want to make this too similar to another two year old tantrum one I did, so it’s not as angsty as I was originally going to make it!

Drabbles Masterlist

Singledadrry x Charleigh - Age 3

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Two year old tour tantrums.

No one prepared Harry for that part...or the other boys for that matter!

"Come on Angel, we need to do a meet and greet so you're going to have to stay here with Auntie Lou and Baby Lux..." Harry whispers softly to Charleigh.

They were a week into their new tour, and Charleigh's routine had been well and truly thrown off. She had never been so clingy to Harry, he couldn't even go to the bathroom anymore without her having a meltdown.

"No Daddy stay here!" She cries loudly. Ah shit. She was about to scream bloody murder.

"Darling remember we were talking about Daddy's fans..." He reminded her gently. "Daddy has to go and work so you need to stay here and be safe"

"DADDY NO!" She shrieks, her hands balling his shirt in her tiny fists, her face scrunching as she begins to sob heavily and loudly into his neck. Fresh tears rolling down her red cheeks.

"Hey stop this now...come on that's enough..." He whispers, sighing tiredly. Her small arms clung round his neck as he held her closely. Her head buried into his shoulder and her sad eyes peering around at the other boys getting ready.

“Baby girl I need to get ready...come on my little Cherry” He whispers, brushing her hair off of her face and rubbing her back softly. Gentle whines left her mouth as she began to sob again, her head buried into his shoulder. 

“No! Daddy don’t go!” She chokes out on her tears.

“Listen to me...shhhh. We need t’calm down now okay? I’m going to be right here, just where you can see me...”

“Hey bug, look what’s this!” Louis comes over, holding her bunny teddy in his hands. She whimpers sadly, her head resting tiredly on Harry’s shoulder.

“Shall we go and sit down next to Daddy and watch some Disney?” He offers softly, half expecting her to start screaming the place down.

She whines gently but stretches her arms out to Louis. Harry thanked him quietly and sat down in the hair and makeup chair. Louis sat in the seat beside him, rocking Charleigh on his lap as he pressed play on his phone. 

“Daddy jumper...” Charleigh muttered, Harry let out a gentle sigh, pulling off his jumper and handing it to Charleigh. She cuddled into her bunny teddy and Harry’s jumper while watching a film on Louis’ phone.

Once Charleigh had calmed down, and the boys had to go to meet the fans, Louis carried Charleigh into the crew corner of the room. There were a few sofas, desks and chairs, for crew to stay incase something needed doing, but out of the way from the fans. 

Louis carried Charleigh onto the sofa, laying her next to Lou and Lux. Charleigh still had Harry’s hoodie and her bunny stuffed under her arm, while Harry brought over his phone for Charleigh to watch another film.

Charleigh looked around tiredly, the room filling with a buzz of people.

“Auntie Lou...” Charleigh muttered softly, her eyes latching onto Harry from across the room.

“Yes sweetie?” She asks, stroking her hair softly. 

“Who are all these people?” She looked around confused. Half of them seemed very very happy.

“It’s some of the fans Char...and they have their Mummies with them.” She explains softly, making a cute braid in Charleigh’s hair.

“Lou, is my Mummy here?”

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✯not requested, this is solely to comfort me a bit as my brother leaves in basically 48 hours, probably less now..i wanted to get something out not only for you guys but for me too so i don’t worry that i’m not doing enough, i hope you enjoy<3

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I NEED YOU AROUND

MASTERLIST | PART ONE | JEAN KIRSTEIN X F!READER

warnings: Slight angst, mentions of blood/violence, mentions of reader almost dying

Was this real? Was it finally over?

Y/N stared at Marco, the boy who hadn’t aged a day since she last saw him in Trost. “It’s not your time, Y/N,” he spoke, but his words only fell on deaf ears as she moved closer to hug him.

“I don’t want to go back,” she cried. “I can’t fight anymore, Marco. I can’t.”

“You have to,” he told her softly, his hand rubbing her back softly as she cried. “The others are waiting for you.”

Connie and Sasha… she could still hear their sobs as they clung to each other.

“Jean is waiting for you.”

Y/N wanted to go back to him, she really did. But could she really continue to take lives, innocent lives, to ensure the future she had always wanted with Jean.

Was their freedom really worth the price they had to pay in order to achieve it?

How much more blood did they have to shed before they could finally settle down and have that future?

It wasn’t worth it, Y/N knew the answer already. It would never be worth it.

“Y/N. You’ve always been one of the strongest people I know,” Marco began. “If anyone can keep fighting, it’s you.”

“No, no, I can’t,” she shook her head.

Marco pulled away from her embrace, placing his hands on her shoulders so he could look her in the eyes.

“We’ve lost so much, Marco,” she whispered. “So many people have died. You died. I can’t- I can’t go back to that.”

“You can, I know you can.” He had a smile on his face, the same smile that had haunted her for the longest time after his death.

Marco… she missed him so much, even years after his death.

She could feel the hot tears travelling down the sides of her face — like they had been for the last few minutes — as she stared up at the ceiling. A conflicted feeling settling in her gut as she carefully moved to sit up, an immense pain shooting through her abdomen.

Y/N winced, one of her hands gently brushing against the bandages that had been wrapped around her torso.

Peering around the room, her eyes landed on the man fast asleep next to her. He was holding onto her other hand tightly, as if he were afraid she’d slip away when he let go.

Every time Y/N blinked she could see Jean’s teary face as she bled out in his arms, and in the silence of their room she could hear the cries of her comrades’ desperately begging her to hold on a little longer.

Having cheated death, could she call herself fortunate? To be able to see the love of her life once more, to touch him, hold him, kiss him — when so many others couldn’t say the same about their own — could she consider herself lucky?

She didn’t feel lucky, that was for sure.

She felt… conflicted, like a hundred different emotions were running through her veins. Even though she knew the only thing she should feel was happy, she just couldn’t bring herself to feel that way.

Glancing over to the side, Y/N’s eyes fell onto the Wings of Freedom adorning the coats of their Survey Corps’ uniforms. Freedom, a fickle thing really.

All this time, they had been fighting for freedom. They took so many lives, lost so many of their own, in the name of freedom.

But the only time Y/N had felt free, was when she saw Marco in that field of golden lights. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Y/N felt like she didn’t have to fight anymore.

“Marco…” As soon as the name left her lips in a whisper, she could feel Jean’s weight shifting beside her.

“What… What did you just say?” His voice came out shaky. Whether it was due to the fact he had just woken up, or because he was hearing the name of his old friend, Y/N didn’t know.

Y/N stayed silent for a second more. “I saw Marco,” she finally replied. She couldn’t face him, unable to bear whatever reaction he had painted over his visage.

Marco had meant the most to him in a time where Jean hadn’t really cared about anyone except himself. Y/N could still remember the tears in Jean’s eyes as they watched Marco’s body burn on the pyre all those years ago, she could still hear his confession of wanting to join the Survey Corps so those charred bones wouldn’t be disappointed in him.

So Marco wouldn’t be disappointed in him.

“He looked so happy, and peaceful,” Y/N continued in his silence. “And- and for a second, I hesitated. For a second… I didn’t want to come back to all of this. The fighting, the bloodshed… you.” The last part came in a whisper, as if she herself didn’t want to admit it.

She could feel Jean’s grip on her hand tighten just the slightest, but he still didn’t utter a word.

“I’m tired, Jean,” she then stated, the tears pricking the corners of her eyes once more. “So tired of all of this. I just- I wanted to give up, I wanted to find my peace.”

Jean released a shaky breath as he stared at Y/N’s back, the girl still refusing to look in his direction. He could feel his heart drop to his stomach, remembering how he felt in that moment when he thought he really lost her.

He really only thought about him, about how he didn’t want her to go, about how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. He didn’t think of how Y/N must’ve felt when she was bleeding out in that aircraft.

But now that he did think about it, he could understand.

There was nothing he wanted more than to stop fighting. He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to think you can finally rest, only to be brought back to a world like theirs.

Moving forward, Jean reached over to place his hand against Y/N’s cheek, finally causing the girl to look in his direction. “I understand,” he told her. “I do.”

Y/N stared at Jean, who was holding back his own tears as he leaned forward, resting his forehead against her as his eyes closed. “But please, if there’s still fight left in you, please don’t ever give up.”

His words were the final straw as her tears began to fall from her eyes. “I won’t,” she promised with a shaky voice, allowing him to pull her into his arms.

“I won’t.”

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sighs ....childhood friend!dabi.

tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY! angst, noncon, mentions of abuse (as in touya’s childhood and “death” at 13), heavy death themes, manga spoilers ab dabi’s past. wc: 1k

you know about all the shit that endeavor’s put him through. you know how much he’s hurting. he’s come to you crying more times than you can count. his life is chaos, but you’re his refuge —the only person he still loves. you bandage his burns, beg him to stop destroying himself, blame yourself for his escalating anger. a piece of you breaks when you’re thirteen, and his mom tells you that your best friend is dead.

flash forward ten years, and you’ve tried your hardest to move on. you’ve distanced yourself from the todorokis, although it breaks your heart to see endeavor on the hero rankings, to see shouto at the ua sports festival. the youngest todoroki was just a toddler when you last saw him, and now he’s a hero in his own right, holding his own against the biggest villains in the country.

like everyone else, you’re scared. it’s hard for you to trust the heroes to keep you safe when you grew up watching the #2 destroy his family.

you lock your doors. you double check to make sure that your windows are closed. you’ve always been cautious, living alone in such a big city, but the league’s activity has made you especially vigilant.

dabi thinks it’s pitiful, really, that you think a simple chain lock is going to keep him out. he’s attacked ua, for fuck’s sake. it was easy for him to melt through your locks and enter while you were sleeping. you look so peaceful, but so different. he’s kept tabs on you, of course. he’s thought of you every single day for the past decade. it took all his self control to stay away, but fuck, he’s going to die soon anyways, and he can’t wait anymore.

he wants to be gentle. you deserve gentleness, but all of dabi’s softness died at sekoto peak. like steel in a forge, he’s remade himself into a blade. he’s a weapon now, all sharp edges and danger. he knows that he’s disfigured and terrifying, so he can’t blame you for screaming when he wakes you up. but you can’t blame him for clasping a big hand over your mouth and pressing your body into the mattress.

he just wants you to be quiet for a moment so he can explain. he knows that you’ll understand. you promised, back when you were kids, that you’d love him forever. you told him that you’d stay by his side and take care of him, no matter what. it hurts that you don’t recognize him, but once you realize that your best friend is back for you, you’ll understand. you have to understand.

but, fuck, he can’t help himself. not when you’re looking up at him with those big, teary eyes. not when your body is pressed against his so deliciously, soft and sweet against his sharp edges. all rational thoughts leave his mind.

you freeze up when he bends down to kiss you. it’s so unexpected, so intimate — even though the kiss itself is a violent clash of teeth and tongues — that it leaves you reeling. your brain is still foggy with sleep, and in the darkness, you can just barely make out the intruder’s face. it’s enough, though, to identify him. cold staples press into your skin as he cups your cheek, and the metal of his face glints wickedly in the hazy moonlight.

“please stop.” your voice comes out much shakier than you intended. you cringe at how small, how weak you sound. “i-i don’t have much money, but you can take anything. i won’t tell anyone, dabi, please just go.”

his eyes, just barely visible in your dark room, narrow at your words. your throat constricts with fear. all your instincts are screaming at you to run, but you can’t escape, not with his body pinning you down.

dabi knows that he should explain, but he can’t. the sound of his new name on your lips just sounds so wrong. he’s your touya. he’s supposed to be your touya.

you gasp, and he realizes that he was muttering out loud. he expects to see joy on your face at his revelation, but instead there’s just... fear? confusion? sadness?

“touya is dead.” your voice is barely a whisper, and more tears pool in your eyes. “my touya is dead.”

“i’m not dead.” his voice is hoarse, but his words are clear.

you shake your head in disbelief, and start squirming, fighting with all your strength to push him off. panic rises in your throat, burning through you like acid. your hands beat at his chest as choked sobs leave your lips. “go, let me go! you’re not him, he’s dead, he’s dead!”

his hand grips your jaw and forces you to look into his eyes. his familiar eyes, the voice in your brain whispers, but you push it aside. it’s not touya. this crazed murderer, this villain, is not your touya. he wanted to be the greatest hero — how could he have grown into a monster?

he kisses you again, even more violently than the first time. he can’t help it. he’s missed you so much, has dreamt of this moment for years. his sharp teeth cut into your soft lips, and you cry out, but there’s no one to hear you. no where to escape to, when he’s caged you in with his body. his hands roam your chest, your thighs. the feeling of his charred skin against yours makes you cringe.

this isn’t touya. this is not touya. he may have the same bright eyes as your touya, but they are not the same person. touya wouldn’t do this — wouldn’t hold you down, wouldn’t shove his fingers in your mouth to keep you silent, wouldn’t keep snapping his hips against yours as you begged for him to stop.

everything about him is so fucking familiar but different that it hurts. the man in front of you is some cursed perversion of your touya, some monster sent to haunt you. he wears your touya’s face, although it’s burnt and bruised. he smiles your touya’s smile, but all the innocence is gone, replaced with a hint of madness.

this is not your touya. your touya is dead, and dabi wears his corpse.

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All I Know, All I Know Greedling x Reader fic Chapter 1

In a land ruled by alchemy, there are some who would call you a sorcerer. You intend to understand what this means. Along your journey you end up getting mixed up with two strange brothers, a military conspiracy, a potentially world-ending event, and the avarice of something more than human.

I wanted to see more Greedling x reader stories in the tag. This one’s going to be a SLOW burn, but we’ll get there. I have plans. 

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All I Know, All I Know

Chapter 1: Koldun

There are ancient legends: tales that tell of a city disappearing within a single night, stones that hold the power of god, of immortality itself, just to name a few. Myths such as these have been passed down through generations by word of mouth, pen to paper, and are woven into the fabric of everything that fascinates humankind. 

There is no name for the legend that you are, however. 

Alchemy is the science of understanding, reconstructing, and deconstructing matter. Alkahestry is the art of reading the Dragon’s Pulse, of sensing the flow of energy within yourself and the world around you, and then manipulating it. Both rely on a give and a take. A desire, an exchange, and a result. But you, with your will and your breath and the force that plays at your fingertips, are something else entirely. 

No, there is no name in Amestris for you. But there is an ancient Drachman word for what you might be. A word so old and feared that it is uttered in barely a whisper. “Koldun,” they call you. “Sorcerer.” It is the only word that seems to fit what you are, and the way it is spoken is just as cold as the air that bites your ears and the tip of your nose. Drachman winters are harsh. The resentment of Drachman people who don’t understand your nature is harsher.

But enough about the cold. Now you found yourself in the warmer weather of the south, regretting the bearskin cloak you have draped around your shoulders. It might not be fit for a sunny day in Central City, but its weight provides a calming sense of familiarity. A small piece of home that was actually yours to keep. 

The journey to Amestris hadn’t been hard, but it had been long. The mountain pass was no longer safe to use, as both Drachman and Amestrian soldiers were posted nearby at all hours of the day. The peace was holding out, for now, although it seemed like things could take a turn for the worse at any moment. So instead of taking the mountain pass, you traveled the road through the forest with a group of merchants who were on their way to Aerugo. They needed to pass through Amestris first. You’d parted ways with them in Central, and they wished you luck despite not knowing the full details of your mission.

How could you have told them, though? They would have left you for dead with nothing but the snow as a blanket for your final rest had you told them what you were. Koldun. The word still didn’t feel right in your mind, but it was the only lead you had to cling to.

So there you were, walking through the streets of Central in your too-hot bearskin cloak and worn leather boots, trying to find the greatest wellspring of information the West had to offer in order to gain some insight into the nature of your existence.

Only when you got to the First Branch of the National Central Library, you found a pile of rubble instead.

“What?” you gasped, barely audible. “No, no!”

You ran up what was left of the charred stairs and into the wreckage. 

All around you were mountains of debris and ash. Wooden shelves reduced to nothing, charred husks of books no longer readable and scattered about. You stumbled around every turn, through every crumbling passage that looked once like it might have been a hallway, searching the skeleton of each room for anything that might look like a single page intact, but there was nothing. It was a ruin. You sank to your knees. 

“Dammit!”

An involuntary surge of your power shook the room with your cry—violet waves that knocked loose a few pieces of stone that had not yet fallen. You buried your head in your hands and willed yourself not to sob. There had to be another place to find answers about your abilities. There had to be. You couldn’t have come all this way for nothing. 

You were muttering this softly to yourself when another voice interrupted you. 

“Um, hello?” 

You turned sharply to an unexpected sight. A boy with blonde hair and a long red jacket, and…a massive armored fellow? The voice from before, coming from the blonde boy, spoke again. “Are you alright?” 

You quickly rubbed your dampening eyes. “Yes. Yes, I’m just fine.” 

“We heard a crash,” the armored fellow said in a voice that sounded far more childish than you expected. “Are you sure you’re not injured?”

“Yeah, yeah I was just…throwing some things around. I’m fine. Just frustrated.” 

“Did you happen to see who did this?” the blonde boy asked.

You shook your head. “No.” 

He narrowed his eyes a little then. “How do we know you didn’t do this?” 

“What?” you hissed. “Look, when I got here the place was already a wreck. I didn’t see who or what did this. I swear.” 

For a moment it looked as if the boy was going to continue interrogating you, but then his eyes softened. He dropped his shoulders. “Alright, Al.” He turned to the suit of armor. “I guess we’re going to have to figure something else out.” 

There was a clanking as the suit of armor, Al, hung his head. “I guess so.” 

“Wait,” you said just as the boys were turning to leave. “Do you know if there’s anywhere else in the city that would store knowledge similar to what was in this branch?” 

The blonde boy crossed his arms. “What kind of information are you looking for?” 

You hesitated for a moment. How were you supposed to explain your predicament to these strangers? “Well…I’m looking for any sort of historical records or myths of people with beyond-human abilities.” 

“So you mean like alchemists?”

“Honestly, not quite,” you said hesitantly. “But that wouldn’t be a bad place to start.”  

The blonde boy huffed. “Well believe me, when it comes to people with ‘beyond-human abilities,’ alchemists are the only thing you’re going to find. Alchemy isn’t anything supernatural, but it’s the closest thing humans will ever have to augmented abilities.” 

“You sound very sure of yourself.” 

“Yup. Anything else is just made up.” 

The corners of your mouth twitched. Was it pride? Was it spite? The only thing you knew is that you wanted to wipe this guy’s smug smirk right off his face, and you could already feel the power surging to your fingertips. 

You hadn’t even called upon it. It knew you. 

Raising your hand, you allowed your energy to manifest at your fingertips. Small flickers of purple danced across your skin as you curled and flexed your fingers. It was like passing a coin between your knuckles. 

The blonde boy’s mouth flew open, first in shock, then as if he was going to say something, and then settled into shock again. The armored fellow next to him startled. 

“Brother…” the metallic voice rang. 

“How…how are you doing that?” the blonde asked you. 

“They didn’t perform a transmutation or anything!” the armored boy said, partially to his brother but mostly to himself, it seemed.  

“I’ve never seen alchemy like that,” the blonde started, “Not even Teacher’s is like that. Seriously, how are you doing that?” 

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours,” you responded.

“What?” 

You pointed at the suit of armor. “What’s his story? I haven’t been in this country for long, but I know that citizens casually going around in full armor isn’t the standard.” 

The metal boy shifted uncomfortably. “Oh, I, well…uh…” 

A resolute look fell onto the blonde boy’s face. He placed a hand on the armored torso of his companion. “Al, it’s okay. We can think of this as just another equivalent exchange, information for information. And besides,” he lowered his voice, “Whatever their power is, it’s not something we’ve seen before. We’d be idiots not to learn more about it. Maybe they can help us.” 

You raised an eyebrow, but neither of the boys saw it. 

The armored fellow raised his head to catch your gaze again. “Please just don’t freak out.” He brought his hands up to his helmet and pulled. There was nothing underneath. 

At first you thought that the boy inside the armor must have been too short to stand within it. But then you took a few steps closer and realized there was no boy in the armor at all.

“Oh,” you said. “Well that’s not something you see every day.” 

“And neither are you,” the blonde said. “We told you ours, now you tell us yours.” 

You frowned. “Unfortunately there’s not much to tell. It’s why I came here, actually. I’m trying to learn more about the nature of my abilities, because they are definitely not…what you call alchemy.” 

“Well, where do you come from?” he asked. “Maybe it has a different name in your country?” 

You shook your head. “Alchemy exists in my country. It is something that is taught. I, however, was not taught any of this.” You lowered your gaze to the floor, preparing to say the words that you had only said to so few. “I am from Drachma. The only word they have for me is Koldun. It translates to sorcerer.” 

#me looking at the greedling x reader tag: Fine. I'll do it myself #anyway this entire thing is the result of me listening to the 'loving you is a losing game' song and going 'hmmmmm' #'the greedling/reader vibes this gives....painful' #aha #greedling x reader #fma #fullmetal alchemist #greed x reader #fmab #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #edward elric #alphonse elric #ling yao #fmab x reader #greedling #fma brotherhood #fmab greed #fma greed

[rebelwrites]

Twenty One: He’s Already Forgot About Me!

Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)

Till the wheels fall off Masterlist

Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?

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The air in the house weighed heavy on my shoulders, the tears I had been holding back all morning were threatening to spill over my lash line. Today was the day I had been dreading, there was only a few hours left before Charles had to leave town. I couldn’t stay in this house any longer, I needed some space. Charles was distracted with Elenor meaning it gave me the perfect chance to slip out of the back door. I found myself wandering around the back garden until I was standing at the bottom of the ladder to the treehouse Pops built when me and Jax were kids. Over the years Pops kept everything maintained, swapping out any rotted boards so Elenor could get the same enjoyment out of it. Letting out a shaky breath I slowly started climbing the rungs until I had pulled myself into the treehouse.

Leaning against the wall I pulled the box of cigarettes out of the pocket of Charles hoodie, I had already gone through half a pack since I woke up this morning and I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I was crumpling the cardboard, reaching for a fresh carton. Placing the smoke between my lips I tried to light it but my emotions finally took over. Growling in frustration I dropped the lighter into my lap, pulling my knees up to my chest. I didn’t want to have to imagine a life without Charles but soon that was going to be my reality. The last month had been amazing, I had never felt so free and full of love and in what felt like a blink of an eye he was being ripped away from me, promises on making a long distance relationship work but that voice in my head kept telling me it wouldn’t work. His lifestyle was completely different to mine, he would constantly have women throwing themselves at him, always having that temptation dangled in front of him.

This was the reason I held back from letting myself fall for him but I had to go and listen to my stupid heart.

I couldn’t hold the tears back any longer and soon enough sobs had taken over my body. I wanted to pause time, I was so torn all I wanted to do was pack my suitcase leaving with Charles but the reality was I couldn’t leave town. Pops was getting worse and I needed to help Jax with all the interviews for the new hires we needed across all of the businesses.

“Je me demandais où tu avais disparu, Sunshine. I was wondering where you disappeared to, Sunshine.” Charles said softly, pulling himself up into the treehouse. I refused to look up at him, I couldn’t, it was too painful. “Viens ici, babygirl. Come here, babygirl.” he whispered, moving over to me, the moment he was close enough he pulled me onto his lap wrapping his arms tight around my shaking body. “It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“It’s not,” I sobbed, gripping onto his hoodie, like he was going to disappear if I let go. “Je ne veux pas que tu partes. I don't want you to go.”

Charles stayed quiet, he slipped his hand underneath the hoodie letting his fingers graze across my skin, I knew what he was trying to do, he was trying to calm me down.

“I’m scared Char,” I whimpered, finally admitting my true feelings, “I’m scared you're going to forget about me the moment you go back to the fast life.” I cried, burying my face into his chest. The pain in my heart was getting too much, in a short space of time I had fallen head over heels in love with the boy from Monaco.

Charles let out a shaky breath, pressing a soft kiss to the top of my head, his fingers moved to under my chin, his movements were slow as he lifted my head up so I was now looking into his eyes. He had silent tears streaming down his cheeks, the sight of him crying made me feel even worse. “I could never forget you, Sunshine. Not in a million years.” He whispered, moving his thumb to my cheek, trying to wipe away tears but it was no use they just kept falling. “Talk to me, babygirl, what’s bothering you?”

“Everything.” I choked, letting my eyelids flutter closed, partly from embarrassment and partly because I couldn’t bear to see the sadness shining bright in his amazing green eyes. My insecurities were trying their hardest to break through the surface and right now they were winning the battle. The fear of being abandoned had once again reared it’s ugly head, it was a demon I had thought I had overcome but then Charles sped into my life and apparently the fear once again had a death grip on me. “I’m nothing special, even your fans see it. And I am scared that you will realize it soon enough like everyone else in my life. I don’t want to be abandoned again Charles, I don’t know if my heart could take it.”

“Nova, babygirl,” he whispered, his voice strained as he spoke. “I only have eyes for you, I don’t care about anyone else okay. You are the only one I want and nothing will ever change that. I could never forget you, you do not have to worry about me walking away from you okay, I am always going to be here, you are stuck with me now Sunshine.”

As much as I wanted to believe his words, my demons were making it extremely hard. “How can you be so sure?” I mumbled, still refusing to open my eyes, I was trying my hardest to quieten the demons in my head screaming at me.

“I wasn’t looking for anything when I met you, Nova Teller. Actually, I wasn’t planning on falling for anyone so soon,” he said softly, leaning forward resting his forehead against mine, “but then I met you, and everything changed. All of a sudden I had forgotten about how shit the season has gone, that didn’t matter, all that mattered was you,” he paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. “I didn’t realize it at first but the moment I laid eyes on you my heart was screaming ‘she’s the one’. Nova you are beautiful, smart, strong, courageous, fuck what the fans think they obvious don’t see the girl that’s in front of me.” His words caused my tears to fall harder, I had never had anyone say anything like this to me before, hell no one had ever made me feel like Charles did. “Sunshine, there will never be anyone else for me. You are the only one I want, the one I want to have a family with, the one I want to have by my side the day I win the world drivers championship,” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nova I love you, and I will until I take my last breath.”

My heart lurched out of my chest hearing him say those three little words. Slowly i leant back from him, letting my eyelids flutter open. The moment I saw his gorgeous eyes I felt the demons retreat back into their cages, all of a sudden it was like the sun coming out after a thunderstorm you never thought was going to end.

“Charles,” I breathed, reaching up letting my hand rest on his cheek, “I love you to, I love you so fucking much it hurts. I can’t lose you, I can’t say goodbye.”

“Ce n'est pas un adieu, Sunshine, c'est juste à plus tard. It's not goodbye, Sunshine, it's just see you later.”

The hours had passed since Charles and Pierre left for the airport, each minute that went by caused the pain I felt in my chest to worsen. He promised he would text me when he was boarding the private jet, yet all I received instead was radio silence.

No calls.

No texts.

Nothing.

All I was left with was silence.

My grip was tight around the neck of the bottle of Jack, slowly bringing it to my lips trying to ignore how bad my hands were shaking. I should have known this would have happened, I must have done something terrible in a past life to deserve this. Pulling the bottle away I took a long drag of the cigarette, I knew Pops would be pissed I was smoking inside, especially at the bar, but right now I didn’t give a shit.

“Mamacita, where you hiding?” Nero’s voice echoed around the empty bar, making me regret the decision to give him a key. My movements stilled, I didn’t want him to know where I was, I just wanted to be alone, drowning my emotions with alcohol and cigarettes. “Oh mama,” Nero sighed, causing me to look up through my lashes finding him standing at the end of the bar, a sad look consuming his face.

“I want to be alone.” I scoffed, taking a large gulp of the amber liquid, feeling the familiarity of burning in the back of my throat.

“Yea, like I’m leaving you,” he whispered, holding his hands out, “especially not like this.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at him, don’t get me wrong I loved Nero but I wasn’t in the mood for one of his motivational talks right now.

“Whatever!” I huffed, dropping the cigarette butt into a glass of water I was using as a makeshift ashtray.

He stayed silent as he lowered himself onto the floor next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he didn’t speak right away letting the silence simmer between us before he finally spoke, “do you want to talk about it”

“Nope.”

“Fine, sit here, drinking yourself into oblivion, but we both know it’s not helping.” He said, with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

The only sound that could be heard in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall behind the bar. What was the point in talking about it, it wasn’t going to bring Charles back or make him text me. Every time I checked the conversation the words ‘delivered’ were teasing me, once again reminding me he was gone. Dropping my gaze to what I currently saw as my lifeline in my grasp, I realized I had nailed a quarter of the bottle. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I slowly screwed the cap back on before raising my arm, launching the bottle through the air watching as it collided with the wall.

The glass shattered, like my heart, the moment it made contact.

“Feel better?”

“Not really.” I laughed coldly, leaning my head back against the mini fridge. “He said he wouldn’t, he said he never could.” I screamed, letting my fingers tangle with my roots.

“Wouldn’t what, Chika?” Nero asked, placing his hands on mine, slowly pulling them away from my scalp.

“He said he wouldn’t forget me, he said he wasn’t going to abandon me like everyone else.. But I guess everything he said was a lie, he promised he would text me when he got on the plane but that was five hours ago now.” I stuttered through strangled cries. “I guess he’s already forgotten about me. Outta sight, outta mind.”

I knew I was lashing out to try and hide the anger and pain I was feeling. Just like I knew I was acting childish but the last time I felt abandoned like this was when my so-called parents chose drugs over me, so I didn’t know how else to process the feeling. I knew I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Charles Leclerc, from the day he walked into the bar I knew it would only end in heartbreak, my heartbreak.

This is what I get for opening my heart up.

Emptiness and pain.

“I told Jax this would happen but no he had to make me believe that this would work, that we could survive the distance.” I sobbed, hiding my face in my hands. “So much for soulmates.”

Nero let out a heavy sigh, adjusting his position so he was now kneeling in front of me. “Nova, both you and I know you don’t believe the words you are saying right now.” He said softly, once again taking my hands in his. “I’ve seen how that boy looks at you, there is no way he wouldn’t keep his word.”

“Well why the hell hasn’t he text me back then?” I scoffed, finally making eye contact with Nero.

“You know I don’t know the answer to that, Mama.” He whispered, brushing his thumb over the top of my hand. “But you gotta have faith, you have always jumped to the worst possible scenario, it might just be something as simple as his phone dying, his flight getting delayed or many other things but I do not believe for one moment that boy has forgotten about you.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you are a Teller, and Teller’s are unforgettable.”

Part of me wanted to believe him but the pain was becoming unbearable, Charles' words from the treehouse earlier this morning were ringing loud and clear in my mind making matters worse. If only I had the courage to have packed my case, getting on the plane with him, then I wouldn’t have been a mess on the bar floor, trying to find the answers in the bottom of the bottle. I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t hear the main doors of the bar opening, that was until the person spoke.

“Je n'ai pas pu prendre l'avion, Sunshine. I couldn't get on the plane, Sunshine.”

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