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halcyone-of-the-sea · 8 months

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Hi Hal!

Congratulations on finishing all the requests (there were so many good ones!!) and thank you for opening them up again!! I’m excited to see what you have in store for us with all your other projects, bestie!!! 😊😊

I was unsure of who to request at first because there are so many good ones but then I saw Hesh’s name and an idea hit me.

If you’re ok with it, could you possibly write one for Hesh where the reader is part of the Ghosts has been taken/captured by the Federation and after some time, they get intel on where she is so they go out to rescue her and she and Hesh are reunited? I don’t know if you want it to be a pre-established relationship or one where they both admit their feelings after they get her back, so I’m leaving it up to you. But I need a little rescue/reunion fic to fill the void in my heart that the ending of Ghosts made.

As always, feel free to change it up as you see fit and do whatever you want. I just think that Hesh deserves more love and I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing Riley again (aka: the best dog in the world)!!

Thank you and remember to take care of yourself and I appreciate you and your work!! 💕💕 Love you, bestie!!!!

Lengths Of Love

PAIRING: David 'Hesh' Walker x F!Reader

SYNOPSIS: You'd loved Hesh for as long as you can remember, and you'd pulled him out of trouble for even longer, but you'd never had the courage to tell him how you feel. Until you do. Until you're being dragged away from his broken body.

WORDCOUNT: 10.7k

WARNINGS: Major spoilers for CoD: Ghosts, heavy angst, blood, guts, descriptions of wounds, canon-typical violence, weapons and firearms, death, torture involving: drugs/hallucinogens, physical violence, mental stress, talks of PTSD, anxiety, paranoia, rescue fic, best friends to lovers plot, wounds that would 100% kill you that you live from (plot armor fr), etc.

A/N: Bestie, I don't know what you put into your prompts, lmao, but I always end up writing so much for you!! Thanks so much for sending something in <3<3

*I do not give others permission to translate and/or re-publish my works on this or any other platform*

The beginning of the end started with good intentions and one statement.

“You hear this? It’s Rorke. He’s here. They’re evacuating on the train system below.” Hesh’s green eyes darted to you and Logan, his painted face a collection of rage and surety. The three of you were, in an instant, in agreement of revenge—there was no question as to what had to be done. Merrick couldn’t stop you, not on this.

Rorke had made one of the most dangerous decisions of his life, and that was underestimating the Walker boys and their partner in sinful crime.

“Harp,” you look away from the body of the warhead as it enters the atmosphere, locking onto Hesh’s hard eyes; the ones that had grown steadily colder since the death of his father, Elias. But it wasn’t just him—the patriarch had been close to you as well. The knowledge of his passing, witnessing it as the rope restraints seared into your flesh, had lit an all-consuming fire in your gut.

Like hounds, the scent of blood had hit the air.

“Let’s get the bastard. Now or never,” you ease out, and Logan darts his gaze down to you from behind his balaclava.

“Damn right,” Hesh barks, nodding firmly to you.

Anyone would have missed the way your gaze lingered on him as he darted off and began rushing down the stairs from the control room, Logan ever quick at his heels. But they wouldn’t have missed the way your breath pushed out a soft sigh as your eyes kept locked on the back of Hesh’s head as you followed after.

You’d been childhood friends since practically infancy, a neighbor to the Walkers. It was natural that Hesh would grow to be the object of your daydreams ever since grade school; a constant and digging knife into your heart when he’d repeatedly pick other girls over you.

But such was life.

All that mattered now was bringing down Rorke, silly love could wait.

“Merrick,” Hesh yelled down his line, the world outside this building rampant with open war. “The missile’s away and we’ve got a lead on Rorke, we’re going after him!”

The white double doors meet the three of you as you all rush to them, and the panicked man’s voice flashes down the line immediately.

“Negative Hesh! You three get back here and return to the rally point. We’ll track him down together.”

You call, “Isn’t an option, Merrick. We can’t let this one go.”

You and Hesh ram your shoulders into the doors, Logan darting through first with his weapon drawn down the hallway. The brunette’s and your shoulders brush in a jostling of gear—pulling the back as your eyes lock. Cold light seeps from overhead, metal under your feet clanking in-key.

You look away before Hesh agrees and levels with the Ghost over the line to push your point. “Sorry, Merrick. Your mission is complete…ours isn’t.”

Federation heads pop up from behind makeshift barriers of barrels and other stacked items and as you all enter and clear rooms, alarms blare with the ferocity of fighting lions. Hesh keeps by your side, offering you openings that you greedily take as another soldier falls with a stiff twitch of your finger on the trigger.

Darting behind cover, the man slams to the space beside you, calling over above the noise and the whizz of bullets.

“How long till impact?!” You shove a new clip into your FAD, brushing sweat and blood from your cheeks, smearing patches of your own paint.

Glancing at the watch on your wrist, you hear Logan pushing the line. You dart out of cover to help—locking onto hostiles and backing up the younger brother with quick feet.

“Eight minutes, Hesh! You got a plan that doesn’t leave me with scorched hair?” He finds it in himself to laugh, clocking a soldier to your left and riddling him with bullets.

“We need to get to that train, Harp. Don’t worry—I’ll kiss the burns away for you.” He rushes past and sends a smirk over his shoulder. You’re left stunned for a second, wishing that the teasing tilt to the older brother’s words was more than that. You blink, and the feeling is forced away.

Later.

“Keep pushing, Logan,” Hesh moves on. You all sprint down descending ramps, farther and farther underground with every step; adrenaline building to a breakneck level like weight slowly being added over and over to a chest. “We need to get to Rorke!”

You didn’t want to tell him, but, while revenge was on your plate as well, this was a very reckless idea.

As you grab for a grenade from your belt and jerk on the pin, you chuck it down the way and call out a warning to the boys, who, like a well-oiled machine, dart and wait for it to detonate. Bodies fly, bloody splashes of torn limbs, and three Ghosts materialize from the smoke with masked and painted faces; eyes like fire and veins boiling.

“Fire team suppressed in 3-1,” Hesh shouts through the line as you slide your knife into a man’s eye, his goggles breaking in a shattering of glass. “Advancing to loading bay!”

There’s a large elevator ahead for transporting crates, and all of you jog inside as the gate creaks shut.

Merrick’s stiff voice replies, “Roger that.”

Silently, you click into the channel and mutter out as a moment of relative peace coats your body like a blanket, even if for a few small seconds.

“I’ll keep ‘em safe,” a small twitch of your lips, “Commander.”

A deep and unimpressed voice wafts into your ear with a large sigh. “Know you will—just remember to keep yourself safe in the process, Kid…Don’t do anything stupid.”

You shift your gaze to Hash and find green already staring at you. Blinking, the man quickly darts his vision away and after a moment you turn your face back down to the connection and huff through a burning epidermis.

“Haven't you heard?” The elevator shows the train as it descends down, and you call to the boys, ‘six minutes’, with a firm voice.

“Stupid seems to follow us three everywhere.”

Hesh points as the figures of more soldiers walk around below. “There’s Rorke’s train, straight ahead!” Sure enough, the worm of black and gray metal extends to your eyes across the large room

“He’ll be on there soon. Logan, take left.” You order and the brown-eyed man nods from beside you, shouldering his rifle and checking the clip. “Hesh?”

“Taking right—you got Point, Doll.” He stares at you, licking his lips. “Clear the way?” You tilt your head at him as the elevator jumps to a stop, the barrier sliding away. It pains you to look away.

There were so many things you had to tell him. Too many things.

“Always.” Shiting your face forward, you take a breath and take notice of points of cover, scoping the room in three seconds flat. Screeching wheels and alarms ingrain your eardrums. “On me.”

As you head out first, fire the first bullet, the two peel off in opposite directions, Hesh only sliding up beside you and uttering into your ear.

“Be safe.”

That comment makes you want to be anything but, if only he’d whisper into your ear like that again.

Clearing the room, you can’t get your mind off the fact that this crush was overtaking nearly every part of your life—years of quiet agony and staying your tongue in fear of losing what great friendship you had.

The stock set into your shoulder recoils with another burst of fire, Federation soldiers scream in pain, but you barely register over the shadows in the sides of your vision.

“Damnit, Hesh,” you growl, bullet grazing your shoulder as you grunt and slip behind a concrete divider.

“What’s that?” Your eyes widen comedically. Shit…had you forgotten to close the line?

“Eh,” you clear your throat, grimacing at the small sparks of pain in your shoulder. “N-nothing.”

There’s a bout of silence and then a panting voice, rough and growing more serious. “You alright over there, Harp?” You can’t even respond before Hesh quickly continues. “I’m comin’ to you. Stay there.”

You violently shake your head, although he can’t see it.

“Hesh, I’m fine! Keep right and clear that hallway.”

There’s a deep grunt. “Fine, but if I see one scratch I’m makin’ Riley chase you down the Base when we get back.”

If we get back.

You roll your eyes with a growing smile, steeling yourself and slamming your weapon to the top of the divider before locking onto your targets. “Please, we both know he loves me too much for that.”

“Most I’ll have to do is put a treat in your pocket, Sweetheart.” His sly smirk is heard easily, and you swallow tense-like and breathe shakily. That low drawl in his tone left you more distracted than you could ever get used to. “Hell,” There’s a struggle over the line before the shink of a knife meeting flesh. A breathless chuckle that leaves your gut swirling. “Maybe I’ll just chase you down myself.”

Logan coughs over the line and you have to click off before you scream. Your face flares up until your ears ring and you have to duck behind your cover again before you get metal right to the forehead.

Behind the barrier, you glare at the floor.

When did general teasing get so hard for you? Jokes and jabs carrying weight—since when? Sure you’d liked—more liked loved—Hesh since before all of this, but you’d carried on well enough.

“Fucking hell,” you grumble, shaking your head to clear it and rushing.

The brothers pop through the side hallways to flank the enemy, taking out the one or two hostiles that were still breathing after you level your barrel with the last standing head; firing with a burst of gunpowder.

“Train’s leaving, let's go!” Hesh screams, waving an arm quickly at you, walking backwards on quick feet. “Harp, C’mon!”

You chuff, hopping the divider and sprinting as the metal object speeds up—there’s a moment where you fear you might miss it, Hesh and Logan both forced to hop on even in your absence.

“Harp!” Green eyes flash, one hand on the railing and the other extended out.

“On it!” Snapping, you slam your palm into his and feel his strong fingers curl to clutch you. Logan grabs your collar and helps; the both of them easily yanking you over just as the wall of the tunnel engulfs you all in illuminated shadow.

Back meeting the train’s body, you pant and chuckle as Logan shakes his head, amused, and pats your shoulder. You wink at him jokingly.

“Good save there, Walker Number Two.”

Hesh grabs the side of your neck, looking you over as he leans back with a breathless chuckle at the title for his brother. He blinks quickly at your shoulder, eye narrowing before he reaches out and looks at the blood on your gear.

“You mind telling me what this is, Doll?” You make a nose in the back of your throat as the smell of his musk hits your nostrils; the deadly concoction of his scent and his digging gaze.

Stuttering, you huff. “Eh…bullet graze?”

You’re leveled with thin lips, but Logan grabs his brother by the upper arm and peels him off you, motioning to his radio as the train gains even more speed. Wind whips past your face as Hesh clears his throat, quickly avoiding your eyes.

The man’s splotchy paint shows his red skin under the darker pigment.

“Merrick, we’re on the train,” he speaks, shifting past you without another look. “We’re going after Rorke.”

“Solid Copy.” You watch the brunette walk away and hold your breath, though you don’t know why—heart beating not just because of adrenaline.

Embarrassment breeding in your stomach, you ignore Logan’s knowing stare and push off the wall, rubbing at your bleeding shoulder with a stiff hand.

—

You break a man’s neck against the wall, hand on the back of his head before you slam it into the hard metal. There’s a crunch of bone and a broken rattle before the broadcasted feed from the screen on the train’s panel spits out a message in panicked Spanish to the already deceased men.

“Evacuation protocol C is in effect. All personnel secure cargo and supplies—”

Hesh interrupts ahead of you as you let the body drop, scowling at the heavy sound of its dead weight. At his angry voice, you perk and tune in.

“Tell Rorke we’re comin’ for him.” There’s a quick shove from the other end of the feed, the previous man disappearing as the individual that takes his place makes your eyes go to slits. A great growl like a wolf echoes from your heart and seeps from between your clenched teeth.

Rorke’s scarred face appears with a smirk and a cocky voice.

“Why don’t you just tell me yourself?” You look at your boys, more concerned for them as you watch firsthand the trauma the death of their father brought them.

Logan holds his weapon tighter, fixing his grip. Hesh is a bit more direct. He leans closer to the screen, bearing his teeth like a dog and snarling with rage and hatred.

“You’re done, Rorke.” All of a sudden he peels back a fast fist and sends it careening into the screen—making a shattering of glass and a hard thud emanate deep into your bones.

Blinking quickly, you tense as it happens, not expecting that. But as soon as you try to make sense of it, the brunette is already banking off to the side door, calling a sharp, “Let’s finish this!”

He grabs the side of the train car and wrenches on the handle, grunting and pushing with all of his might.

“Hesh,” you try to reason, stepping in now before things get too hot. “We need to think of a plan before you rush into things. This could get us in a heap of shit that we might not be able to get out of.”

It’s like he doesn’t hear you, and you spare a glance with Logan for help. But he, too, has already joined his brother with a swish of gear on the handle. With one great push, the door opens to the outside brightness, making your face turn away for a moment.

Along the far expanse of open sand dunes outside; mountains flanking the bridge this train flies across, you get the perfect view of a warhead meeting the ground in an explosion of fire and death. It bursts far across the valley, and you cover your eyes as the sharp ball of light burns your retinas.

The shockwave hits moments later, and Hesh says easily as the train shakes and squeals like a metal pig, “Looks like Icarus got control of the rods!” The boys step out onto the platform along the train, and you have no option but to follow. “All that’s left is Rorke, let's go!”

“Hesh,” you try again, hissing out his name, and you’re graced with a quick glance.

“Harp,” he comments, “what is it? We can’t wait any longer—”

“What we can’t do is go in blind!” You shout above the wind, legs stanced to help you stay up. Green eyes twitch with confusion, perhaps even a little hurt.

“Blind? What are you talking about, we push forward and take what’s owed.” You know how much this means to him—to Logan—but there was a point where pride and stubbornness outweighed sense. This was dangerous, especially for Hesh.

You were always the one to keep him level; keep him from becoming too much like his dad.

You’d promised that old bastard you’d look after his boys, albeit in a teasing sense, but to you, it had been a stark vow on your soul. Logan was a brother to you, and Hesh…Hesh would always be more, but that only made your love for them both grow.

“You keep those two from getting in their heads, you hear? They mean well, but there’s no one I trust more than you to level them out, Harp. I’m proud of you. And I’m sure your folks would be too.” Elias had said that, and when he died you bottled it up and used so much force that coal had turned to diamond.

You would keep Logan and Hesh safe. Safe, and level, and not hard-headed.

For as much as you secretly loved your brunette, he sure was stubborn as all hell.

“If you want out, Harp,” Hesh calls to you, gritting his teeth. “Just wait back in the train car. This is something we can’t put off like everything else—this ends now; today. I’m not letting Dad’s killer survive.”

“Son of a bitch, that’s not what I’m saying!” You’re quickly losing your standing. Logan jogs ahead to scout, time ticking. “Hesh, you know that I loved Elias as much as you two did—not one is denying that this needs to happen. I'm with you. But this is too damn dangerous! We can’t rush into this without a plan of attack; of exfil! Do you even know how we’re going to get off of this thing?!”

Hesh had been isolating the few days he had on the U.S.S Liberator, keeping to his room. The man idolized his father and put him on a pedestal of gold even when he was a teenager. He’d even pushed away from you, which all together was unheard of. Logan had nearly had an aneurism when you’d come back to the cafeteria and shook your head in disappointment after trying to get him to open his door.

The two of you told each other everything. Always. That was just…how it was.

But the man that Hesh had donned the skin of was not the man you loved.

Hesh glares at you, eyes going alight with anger.

“If you were with me, you wouldn’t be holding me back.” He turns and runs after Logan, leaving you behind in the open air as the train banks left and right with the sway of the bridge.

Staring. Barely breathing. Mouth parted and eyes wide.

When the man is at the end of the current train car, having to jump a small distance to the next, he pauses. His back is tight, and under him, his feet shuffle.

There’s a moment you hope he’ll turn around and come back, take you into one of his hugs, and squeeze the life out of you. It wouldn’t be such a cruel way to die, you think, to be held in his arms.

But the next moment you see the back of his head shake, and he jumps over to the next section, not even giving you a second glance.

You don’t want to admit how long you waited there, your mind jumbled and confused.

Don’t take it personally, you try to tell yourself, sucking down a breath before slowly walking forward. He’s hurt. Grieving. He didn’t mean it.

Rationality was a tool of the level-headed, and you were anything but that nowadays.

Over the line Hesh’s voice makes you flinch as you slowly follow after, train car after train car.

“Rorke must be at the front of the train!” You step over dead bodies and lend merciful bullets to the ones still writhing, boots coated in crimson. Following a trail of wreckage with stiff lungs.

Stay out of his way? Fine, you could do that.

You stayed back from the head-to-head fighting, laying covering fire and keeping off the comms—whenever Hesh managed to look back at you, you simply moved on to the next hostile.

Eventually, you all ended up on the rooftops, the boys far ahead and yourself blank-faced at the rear. Logan was acting more concerned than Hesh was, glancing at you constantly in confused worry. But it was very much short-lived.

“Incoming!” The right side of the railcar bursts with fire, and you gasp before grappling for the opposite side of the train, keeping you there before the swaying beast leveled out. “Helos. Take cover and take out the gunners!”

You scoff, quickly making your way behind a connector joint to lean your back against it and catch your breath. Two helicopters fly alongside the train, Logan already firing at one, and Hesh…your eyes narrow with annoyance. Hesh was already running ahead of the pack, his low grunts and growls over the line giving way to his impatience.

You click your jaw and try to remind yourself that this is the same man who held you close during movie nights and carried you to bed when you fell asleep. Made you waffles when your boyfriend in eighth grade broke up with you on Valentine’s Day.

Stitched your wounds before he gave them a teasing ‘kiss better’ and looked up at you through dark lashes.

You wildly shake your head to force yourself back to the present.

The gunners are harder to hit not only based on wind and distance alone, but on the erratic movements of the pilots. It’s several clips before you down the second Helo, and Logan’s follows immediately after as they both collide and ram into the mountainside.

You both share a glance and rush after the misguided brunette.

At the end of the train, only the engine remains.

“Clear!” Hesh relays, jumping down from the roof of the railcar and hurriedly walking to the white door, leaning against the wall. “We’re at the last car, Logan. Rorke’s pinned, he knows we’re comin’.”

You gaze down from the top as Logan follows, silent and brooding. Your hands along your FAD tighten under your gloves. You don’t even look at the man.

“Merrick, do you copy?”

“Copy, Hesh.”

“We’re moving in on Rorke.” You slide him a look, seeing him glaring those pretty greens into the ground. “If you hear the word “Checkmate”, you will fire on our position! Confirm?” Your eyes snap with horror, heart lurching.

Surely, you hadn’t heard that right.

Merrick’s voice echoes your frozen confusion. “Say again, repeat your last.”

You jump down and stagger for a moment, barking out a harsh, “What the fuck are you doing?” Inside of your chest, your heart rampages like it never had before. “That’s suicide!”

He was going to kill everyone to bring down Rorke, and you get no answer beyond a clenched jaw and a quick side-eye.

“You heard me, Merrick, on “Checkmate”, hit this train!” The connection is cut and Logan gets into position to shoulder the door open, you watch, stuttering.

Hesh levels with his brother, “We can’t take any chances, Logan. Even if we fail, Rorke dies.” Panic builds, and you’re taking quick steps forward.

You keep those two from getting in their heads, you hear?

You have to stop them, you have to drag them away—but even you know that deep down the only thing that will stop these two is a bullet.

Eyes snapping back and forth, you only get close enough to try and snatch at Hesh’s arm right as he finishes a countdown of three; at the end, Logan kicks down the engine room door with a violent connection of his boot.

Even with the drop on the three guards inside, it doesn't stop the bullet from ripping through your lower side, preoccupied and distracted yet again. You yell loudly, balking back into the door frame and hunching over as blood spurts out of you. Hesh’s head whips your way immediately, jaw going slack and a soul-deep hysteria takes over.

So now he pays attention.

“Shit, Harp!” So little time.

Logan can’t take care of the last remaining Fed soldier by himself, and in a large act of self-sabotage, that very soldier just happened to have a missile launcher.

The entire left engine explodes—the train jerks; everyone is sent in a back-and-forth motion, first hitting off the last train car before being sent right back through the engine room entirely. A transference of force gives you whiplash as your head bounces off the door frame.

The world goes blurry, body hitting and slamming through layers of glass and pain before the control room is suddenly where you end up, using the body of a stunned guard as a cushion.

There’s a second of muffled gunfire, struggling and yelling—and then it all comes back into focus like a sniper’s scope being correctly sighted. You gargle an expletive and shove the guard under you back down despite the searing heat in your side and head; struggling to unsheathe your combat knife as the world tilts.

Hands push at your cheeks, grip at your neck futilely, but when you get the blade out and struggle the hands down once more, you hammer the point into his throat with a thump of your boot pressing for purchase on the floor.

The man spasming, you push off of him and slam to the ground, coughing in great lung-shattering segments.

“You can’t win, Rorke!” Hesh’s voice brings you back from the swirling, and you hear your blood patter to the metal floor like rain.

“Shit,” you mutter, gasping for air.

Gazing up you see Rorke holding Logan in a chokehold, free hand pointing a gun at Hesh. Your eyes bulged, trying to push onto your knees and reach for your weapon as you saw Hesh continually looking away from the target and worriedly watching you. His hands at his sides are loose, but when you lock eyes with him, they clench and shake.

“It’s over—” He tries, but the loud gunshot bounces off the train’s enclosed space. You’re yelling before you can think, darting forward and leveling your gun right to Rorke’s head as Hesh’s form collapses to the ground.

Standing on unsteady feet, you pant and stumble, but the devil’s brown eyes hold you captive. Rorke smirks as you guard Hesh behind you.

“Well, well, well, seems the girl’s just as promising as you, eh, Logan? She’s the other one who slipped her binds in Las Vegas.” He laughs. “Look at me, I’m surrounded by young talent.”

“I don’t exactly care if you are or aren’t,” you growl, shuffling to keep Hesh even farther behind you as you instrumentally cough again. Your legs are wobbling. “Just that you put my fucking friend down.”

“You willing to die for him?” Rorke looks demented, with his scar and his intimidating build. Whatever torture he had been through to make him like this—a Ghost killer—it had worked perfectly. There was no coming back from this. He whistles lowly. “That’s some loyalty you have there.”

His mind was dead to all else.

You don’t hesitate in an answer, even as the man behind you grabs your leg, trying to move you with a wheezing breath.

“H-Harp,” his spine moves in a cough. “Don’t…please.”

“Always.” Interest alights in those dark, tiny eyes. Logan tries to give you messages with his gaze, but you ignore him. Ironic. “That’s not something I’ll break on. Unlike you.”

“Shit, Kid,” there’s a grand laugh, “now that’s heartless…but good,” Rorke glances at Hesh, raising a brow and chuckling. “I’ll love to see the look in his eyes when I—”

“Checkmate!”

“Checkmate confirmed.” You look down at Hesh and see him watching you, his gaze open and bare.

“I’m sorry,” he gasps, but all you can do is watch.

There’s no time to think.

“I love you,” you confess in a fleeting moment of bare nothingness, blurting it out. “I’ve loved you.”

Hesh’s body entirely halts, jaw slowly slackening in horror; something shifts behind his eyes but before he can open his mouth, a rageful bark bullies the smooth tone of his throat back.

“What did you do?!” Your form is bodied into the controls behind you, colliding as you snarl and are forced to recover. With a snap of your finger, you fire a shot into Rorke’s foot.

He yells and whips his wrist back, slamming the butt of his gun into your temple.

As the bridge ahead of the train explodes, Hesh drags himself to cover your body, muttering into your flesh words you cannot name as the darkness sets in.

“It’s over,” Hesh speaks grimly to Rorke, turning to look at him silently as he presses your head into his chest, sharing a nod and thin-lipped look with Logan still stuck in his arm. “It’s over.”

“Shit, Son…” The train gets thrown and broken in a wave of utter destruction and rebirth; and through it all, Hesh never lets go—not even when the water below comes up to meet you.

—

The beach’s sand is coarse, and it sticks to your gear with a fervent hold. To your skin, the paint, and blood, for the moment washed away as hands dragged you from the water, small puffs of breath and whimpers greeting you.

“C’mon, Sweetheart.” Hesh. And he sounded frantic. “C’mon, open…open your eyes, dammit. Please, you just told me the best thing you possibly could. Please.”

Water slips off your neck, and as you’re weakly lying back, propped against a rock, hands slip to your cheeks, moving the skin as a barely conscious body tries to make you wake up.

A forehead hits against your shoulder, a deep groan of pain emanating from the man who grips at your gear.

“No, no, c’mon,” Hesh can barely keep himself sitting up, bloody and broken. Logan had to drag him from the water not seconds prior, and in turn, Hesh had grabbed what little strength was left and helped him get you. “Logan!” Green darts to brown, and the older brother pleads in a broken voice, “Help me!”

You bend your head forward and cough up blood and water, shoving Hesh away from you so you can collapse on your side and expel your stomach.

“Harp,” the man quickly mutters, dragging himself over and grabbing your shoulder to keep your face out of the sand. “Fuck, okay—it’s okay I’ve got you.”

“You,” your voice cuts out, and you shake as you gasp and sputter, “A-are a fucking idiot!”

Hesh chuckles, and you feel his head hit off your arm, his struggling breath. “God, I know. I know, Sweetheart.”

Logan crawls over to you, pushing you back against the rock and grappling for his medical pouch as Hesh patches into the comms. You grunt and look down at the younger brother, head swirling in colors and ears pounding with your pulse.

“Merrick, do you copy? Merrick, come in.”

“Hesh! Hesh, is that you?” You weakly smirk at the shock and relief from the tone, letting your head tilt back as Logan hurriedly packs your gunshot wound with gauze. You wince and stare at the sky—blood infectiously tinging the sand below you.

Hesh tries to help too, but you and the man are in far worse shape than Logan. The older brother’s shoulder leans into yours heavily, and you shift your eyes to the side as they flutter.

You haven't forgotten what you told him, what you confessed, but right now pushing back the black in the sides of your vision was more important.

And Rorke. What had happened to Rorke?

“Yeah,” Hesh watches you, face screwed with concern. “Yeah, I’m with Harp and Logan. We’re…we’re alive. Rough shape, but alive.”

“And Rorke?” You hold your breath.

“Dead.” Logan ties off a quick tourniquet and your spine tightens in agony, hissing out as your nerves spike with electricity. The brown-eyed man spares you a sorry glance but you shake your head in dismissal. “He’s dead.”

Out in the water, the enemy warships are firing off missiles inland, some smoking and others already sinking. Merrick gives you the news as Hesh brings a hand up to your chin, tilting your head his way. You go willingly, skin on fire from the scrape of his gloves.

Logan moves back, having done what he can, before he collapses back into the sand, panting with an arm over his stomach. His older brother’s forehead bumps into yours, eyes stuck.

“Copy that. The Federation is in full retreat—the rest of the payload is inbound to finish the…”

Whatever else Merrick relays is lost and Hesh’s lips splay over yours, his nose letting out a long breath and body sagging, dead-weight. Cheeks hot and mind running, you let instinct take over and reciprocate, quick fingers pulling at his vest straps.

“Since when?” He asks, breathless when he moves back an inch.

“After you introduced me to your first girlfriend, Cassie Albrook,” you smile, eyes crinkling. “Seventh grade. The one with the black hair? God, I was so jealous.”

Hesh chuckles deeply, body jerking as he kisses you again, pulling back and holding your cheek in his hand. His eyes are wide and open.

“You mean to tell me, I could have been kissin’ you all the way back since seventh grade?” Your face moves with pure love, flesh going soft—even the pain diminishes somewhat.

Merrick’s voice still gruffly moves down the line, and the last bits of his sentence are heard.

“...Sit tight, Recon’s comin’ for ya.” Everything was looking up.

Missiles slam into the Federation ships out in the water, the sudden burst of liquid and fire making Hesh briefly cover you with his side to protect you from the shockwave. When you turn to look, nothing but sinking metal remains.

“I’m sorry,” Hesh tells you, and you don’t have the energy to pull away from his neck as you let your head rest—the thumping of your brain and the calming shadow of his form giving way to believe you had a concussion.

“Hm,” you hum, letting him continue. His voice echoed in his breast.

“I…I’ve been an ass these past few days, weeks, I shouldn’t have said what I did—wanted to take it back as soon as I turned away from you.” You close your eyes and sigh long, sarcastic even now.

“You owe me dinner and a movie, then I’ll see if I can forgive you.” Hesh chuckles, nose pressing down into your scalp. He kisses you there as water falls from his chin.

“Sounds like a plan, Doll.” The man lets himself rest, curled around you and waiting for the recon team as the sand and the water move. “I love you too…just so you know. Long time.”

Your failing mind lets off a scoff. But a happy one.

When you wake again, not remembering when you’d fallen asleep, it is to the sound of screaming.

“Logan!” You jolt up and have to place a hand on your head to stop the pounding. Hesh is struggling to move, fighting to get to his younger brother who you turn as quickly as you’re able to face. “Logan!”

Your face voids of blood.

Rorke is dragging the other man away, pushing him to the ground as Logan tries to fight like a dog on his back, with only one arm working properly. Growling, you try to stand—body falling and sliding right back down as Rorke kicks Logan’s combat blade from his hand, walking over to you and Hesh.

He stands and pants, limping from your shot to his foot and a hand across his abdomen in obvious pain.

“Look what you did,” Rorke motions behind him to the still-falling missiles being disposed of from space into the ocean; atop the wreckage of what Rorke had been a part of. Falling to your side, you leave behind a raging Hesh who attempts to move and get to Rorke while you go to Logan. The devil wheezes and points from you to the boys, forcing a grunt of approval. “You’re good.”

Hesh is shoved back by a ruthless boot into the rock, and you snarl, coming over to Logan and his very broken arm as he weakly writhes on the ground. You place your body over his and bare your teeth as if a beast.

“Rorke!” You bark. “It’s over! It’s done. Everything you’ve built is dead and recon is on its way for us…you’re finished.”

“Nothin’s finished, no,” Hesh tries to lunge again as Rorke’s body stumbles closer to you but falls into ragged coughs and stays on his side in utter agony.

“Stay away from them!” The man you’d just confessed to hisses, hand grasping futilely at the sand. Green eyes run back and forth from you to Logan, desperate and breaking by the second. “Rorke! You son of a bitch!”

“Nothin’s ever finished.” Grabbing you by the scruff of your neck, you’re being tossed off Logan and thrown to the side in a cloud of sand, body screaming at you as you yell out loudly.

Rorke bends a knee to look Logan in the eyes, shaking his head.

“You’d of been a hell of a Ghost.” Yelling, you wrench at the combat knife in your vest, set your feet, and tackle Rorke off of the Walker boy with a feral curse on your breath.

“Get the fuck off of—” Your leg twists with a defining crack as you’re grappled and thrown off, only able to slice a nice long cut down his jaw and at the beginning of the man’s throat.

Screaming you hear briefly Hesh’s rageful bellow, his calling of your name in high keens of helplessness. Promises of revenge and justice.

Breath breaking as tears line the back of your eyes, Rorke comes over you and pins your dominant hand to the ground—you look up and grimace, trying to make your body function.

Move!

Rorke laughs, great shoulders shaking with glee. He’s fucking demented as he continues his sentence from before your fruitless attack.

“...But that’s not gonna happen, is it?” The man smiles and you struggle as Logan and Hesh rapidly try to assist.

“Harp!”

“There ain’t gonna be any Ghosts.” Rorke’s eyes shift to Hesh, and you follow with a sense of dread and horror. The man’s mind had been made up when he turned back around, disregarding Logan entirely in favor of you and your ‘unbreakable’ loyalty.

The joy it would bring him to destroy you and set you loose after such. Set you loose on Hesh.

He leans in close to you, so you can feel his breath and his conviction.

“We’re gonna destroy ‘em together.”

“Harp!” You’re shoved back, knife grasped and ripped from your hand as your broken leg is grabbed and pressure is applied.

You scream again, arms carding across the dunes as Rorke begins dragging you backward like a child holding onto a stuffed toy. Blown green eyes meet yours, Hesh reaching out and screaming at the top of his lungs for you.

But he can’t move.

“Harp!”

And you can’t feel your fingers.

“I love you,” you whisper, perhaps for the last time and he sees your lips move. Hesh screams and slams his hand into the ground, Logan stumbling to his knees but immediately dropping back with a small cry.

And Rorke chuckles.

—

You don’t know where he took you, but you do know the jungle floor is cold and wet, and the mud under your fingernails makes you feel gross.

What you do know is that the earthen walls of the pit you are in are pointless to try to climb—the top is slatted with a covering of long sticks with wide square openings. You know it’s going to rain by the smell in your bloodied nostrils.

You know that your leg is broken, your bullet wound is festering through the tourniquet, and your concussion is making you sleepy.

In your head, you count these ‘knowns’ and sprinkle them like seeds as you stare blankly at the sky far above. Everything aches; hurts. When you breathe, it comes in and out with a wheeze.

You know that Hesh loves you, and perhaps that’s the only fact you care about. Wherever he is, you’re glad he can’t see you like this.

Rain patters against your head, the storm clouds finally rolling through. Leaves can be heard shuffling on their branches. You breathe in and out, rising and settling your lungs slowly.

You can’t break—not like Rorke.

No matter what he did to you, you can’t betray the Ghosts. Logan. Hesh.

Elias’s words echo as you curl into a tiny ball, shivering and whimpering as your wounds move and pull.

...I’m proud of you. And I’m sure your folks would be too.

You know this game. Torture. They’ll pump you full of hallucinogens, starve you, beat you within an inch of your life; and through that you cannot give in.

But it’s easier said than done.

In the middle of the night, the top of the pit is pushed away and there are the voices of multiple people that dance above the rain storm. They jump down and in the state you are, there’s nothing you can do to stop them from hooking their arms under yours and hauling you up, limp and motionless.

The words are in Spanish, and you still can make out some over the commotion and the way your hearing dips in and out.

“Where do we inject….”

“...neck, I believe…arm could work too…”

“...nasty…was it? I heard…mix of drugs…Who knows?”

Your head is harshly yanked back, and the sharp pinch of a needle digs into your neck, the action making your good leg kick out in panic but there’s little you can do.

A flood of thick fluid enters your veins and like sap seeping out of a tree some drops exit the wound and mix with the rain weighing down your clothes. They’d taken your gear, only your undershirt and cargo pants still clothing you.

When they’re done, they let you drop back to the floor, where you flop and smash your face into the mud with a weak drag of your cheek along the sludge. With calls from above, a rope is tossed down and they all ascend. The top is clattered back over moments later.

Laying still and groaning, teeth clenched, already you feel ten times more strange than before.

“Ah,” you grasp at your head, which was bursting to begin with, as it gains a looseness to it—the mud below you shimmered with puddles, the chill got colder, and your clothes felt grating against your skin. “Not good. N-not good.”

You pull at your shirt collar, coughing as your eyes bulge; your heart breaks itself as it immediately can be felt hammering into your ribcage far more sensitive than you’d ever experienced. It felt like your chest was going to rip open.

Panicked sounds emanate from the back of your throat, fingers digging into your scalp as the drugs carry their venom through your blood.

Your wounds blazed.

You start screaming, babbling for nothing, and pulling at your flesh, but the overhead striking of lightning leaves the desperation mute to all but the trees.

—

Hesh stares at you from the corner of the pit, but his eyes are not green. You watch, silent, barely moving, from where you curl into a tiny heap of bloodied flesh. You’d torn at your skin for days; time looped together with more injections and no food. Water you got from the sky.

They had offered soup, but you knew better even as you dug harsh lines into your neck. There were just more drugs in the broth.

But Hesh. Hesh.

He wasn’t right—didn’t stand like him, or breathe like him; there was something off about his smirk as he watched you gaze at him in an addled stupor.

“Feelin’ good over there, Kid?” Not Hesh. Not. Hesh.

You’re panting, your body sweating profusely in the humidity and so, so hungry.

Not Hesh takes a step forward and his image tilts like the turning of a page with Rorke taking his place, but as soon as it happens it flips back on itself to your Love.

“N-not right,” you hurriedly whisper.

Not Hesh puts a hand to his ear, kneeling down in front of you. “What was that, now?” A long chuckle. His voice is…is…deeper. Your eyebrows flinch up and down. “Who do you see, Sweetheart?”

“Hesh,” you whimper out. “Hesh, what are you talking about? What’s going on? I…I feel like I’m…I’m twisted inside out.”

“Hesh, huh?” The man looks to the side, smiling. “Well, that’s better than I expected. This’ll be fun.”

“W-what—” A fist connects with your face and you get catapulted into the wall. Before anything else, your stomach is kicked, making your call of alarm get forced out as a gasp as your clotted bullet wound reopens in a great tear. A large hand grips you hard by the chin, snapping it forward to stare into those wrong eyes but the familiar face of Hesh.

What was he doing to you?

“H…Hesh,” you can’t even stutter out his name before you break down into coughs and gagging; tears rolling down your cheeks, and blood and mud everywhere.

“Yeah, that’s right. You just keep lookin’ at me.” You dry heave and push at his hands, fingernails digging into his skin to create crescent moons. “Keep lookin’ at Hesh.”

—

It’s three months of the same, and you can’t go on anymore.

You lay in a near comatose state on the ground, flesh completely covered in mud and open wounds—maggots eat at your dead skin, wriggling deeper. Not having the heart to pick them out, or even move the few non-broken fingers you have, you lay in blank agony. Pain so deep you can’t scream or make a single noise. It would make it worse; it is making it worse.

Breathing is becoming a chore.

“Is today going to be the day?! God, I sure hope so.” Hesh looks down from over the edge, fiddling with another syringe of drugs. “Enough blood down there to make a fuckin’ painting out of. Shit…You lasted longer than I thought, Kid.” You don’t look at him. At his dark, wrong, eyes.

“I’m nearly impressed.” There’s a low chuckle and the crackling of branches.

You close your eyes and try to think of a single kiss and green eyes, but the rest of the image is tainted to you. Your mind can’t call it forward without the corruption of the puppet ahead of you, this shifting specter of mist and smoke.

Memories that used to bring you comfort call to fear and spine-curling hurt.

This couldn’t be Hesh, you told yourself for the millionth time, but…who else could it be? Your body was too broken to try and work through the hallucinations, to think or rationalize.

There’s a thump of boots and a grunt. Someone coming closer as birds speak far above. Singing. It's the first you can recall another living creature being this close to the smell of infected decay.

“Now, now, let’s see that neck of yours.” You’re seized and pushed onto your back, head lulling and eyes fluttering. Hesh’s image shifts and bends into another, one you should be able to name but can’t quite recall. It’s hard to focus. “Just one more, and we can fix this. Together. No more Ghosts, huh? We’ll make it right.”

Birds songs. Birds and flying shadows. Rapid wing beats like an eagle or the pound of paws on the ground.

There is an un-godly snarl and a call of rage.

“Rorke!” The dark-eyed Hesh snaps his head away, his needle stilling in his grip only inches from your flesh. He’s grappled and ripped away, thrown up and slammed down into a full-body jerk of pure strength not a second later with a cry of shock. “Get the fuck off of her!”

Shadows roll and wrestle, feral yowls like that of beasts bounce off your impaired hearing, mud stuck in your ears. You think your vision cuts out for a moment because the next there’s a different man gripping your shoulders, slightly shaking you back awake.

Blue eyes like the ocean. Your brow barely twitches in confusion.

Keegan?

“C’mon, that’s it. Right here.” A light is taken and directed right into your eye in the fading light. “You’re doin’ great, Harp. Just keep lookin’ at me.”

The light passes over your blood-coated eyes and barely diolates. Keegan’s lips under his balaclava thin to an alarming degree.

“Fuck,” he grunts, looking down at you before he darts his vision over to Hesh, the actual Hesh, who’s locked limbs with the former Ghost; fists to guts and primal anger.

In his haste to get to you, Hesh had damned himself—he’d left no opening for any of the others to get a clean shot at Rorke. But no one could blame him, even if it was reckless; incredibly stupid.

The man had been on your trail nearly every day since you’d been taken. Barely sleeping, eating little. A man possessed.

The Ghosts had been half convinced something had taken over his image and scooped out his personality.

“Merrick,” Keegan patches into the secure line, looking back down at you. “Positive ID on HVT, three klicks West. Hesh has engaged—we found Harp.”

There’s an instantaneous response, worried breath. “Solid copy…how’s she doing?”

“We need MedEvac immediately. She won’t last another night.” There’s a curse on the other end, a loud and quick call to the rest of his squad.

“Copy! I’ll call it in!” Keegan tries to stabilize you as Hesh and Rorke rip each other to shreds, and Hesh, who had the upper hand in the beginning, is quickly losing it.

“Awe, look who tracked ‘er down!” Rorke snatches at Hesh’s collar and lays two jabs to his ribs—there’s a definitive crack as the younger man shouts in pain. “Young love! So fucking pointless.”

“I’m going to rip you into pieces,” Hesh bares his teeth, eyes wild and unrestrained. For a moment Rorke looks taken aback by the utter conviction in his green gaze. “And make you choke on your own damn teeth! You hear me?!”

Ripping away with a tear of fabric, Hesh bends low and tackles the former Ghost to the ground, splaying him out on his back before his fist is snapped back and brought down; again and again and again.

“Hesh!” Keegan shouts, pressing deeply into your wounds and trying to give you fluids with one hand. “This fucking kid.” The Sergeant gives up, shaking his head.

Trust had to be given, and Keegan knew that at this moment he had to trust Hesh to hold his own. He needed to keep you conscious.

“Easy, Harp.” You can feel the cracks in your dry throat as the water seeps past them, and you cough up droplets before the blue-eyed Sergeant tilts your head and helps you. “Easy, Sweetheart.”

Keegan doesn’t even want to look at your body as the brutal sounds of a fist on bone continue, clothes scuffling and gargled breaths—the savagery and barbarous remnants of mental and physical torture too much even for him.

“Christ,” he hisses.

You gulp down water slowly and let it fill your stomach like a brick.

Hesh reduces Rorke’s face to a mess of flesh and busted bone, sweating and not even stopping as his knuckles split under his gloves or his fingers dislocated from their sockets. His eyes burn, his face goes red—he looks insane.

He looks like a spirit of utter revenge.

Only when Logan and Merrick drag him off the spasming body does he stop, but not after he tries like hell to fight out of that hold as well. Whipping around, he attempts to land a punch on Merrick before Logan is forced to put him in a restraint hold.

Hesh’s cheek meets the mud, face being sunk into it as his right arm is twisted so far behind his back it nearly breaks. The older brother growls, free arm and legs moving—back sliding.

“David!” Merrick barks at him, face pulled in a sneer, enraged at the man’s lack of sense. “Shut this shit down. Look at her, dammit!” Logan gets bucked off, but the youngest Walker boy has enough sense to wrestle him back down and grab onto his chin; forcing those green eyes to lock on you and Keegan.

The second he sees you, he entirely freezes.

Merrick sighs out harshly, jogging over to you and already checking in with the MedEvac that Kick’s flying in. There would be no resistance—all the other hostiles were dead.

“Jesus Christ,” the Commander breathes, kneeling by you instantly and studying your body.

Hesh’s reaction is slower, but the spread of vile tears burns the back of his eyes. Logan lets him go at seeing this, standing and holding out a hand, but the brunette stays on the ground a moment longer; utterly still.

Hesh’s mouth opens and closes.

All at once he’s rushing over and limping up at your side as Merrick grabs more medical supplies from his packs to help you.

“Oh my God,” Hesh breathes, and Keegan sends him a glance. You’d drank all of the water. “Harp, hey, you’re going to be okay—it’s gonna be alright, you hear? I’m right here, Logan and I are gonna get you home. Back to California, okay? Riley’s waitin’ for you, Doll.”

You flinch at that voice, and Merrick looks sharply at the blue-eyed Sergeant. Their eyes lock, holding for a long moment. Logan’s brows tighten in confusion.

The brunette seems not to notice it at all, hands finding your cheek before Merrick can give him a warning. Your eyes slowly shift to him before they peel back with fear.

Hesh’s vision goes glossy, clenching his jaw. “Shit, what did he do to you—”

“Hesh!”

You yell and yerk back, shoving the man off of you with a fear-filled sob.

“No!” Keegan and Merrick grapple to keep you down, not wanting to aggravate your wounds as Hesh falls to his ass, hands slapping behind him before he hisses and brings them back up. He blinks quickly in confusion and panic.

Logan rushes over and hides him from your view, beginning to understand what was going on.

“No!” You call again, Keegan having to hold your head into his chest to hide you away. Merrick yells down his comms to hurry the Helo up, and that he doesn’t care about anything else. “No,” your voice gargles off as you sob into Keegan. “Please, no more.”

“Shh,” the Sergeant mutters, looking over his shoulder at a pale and shaking Hesh. “Nothin’s going to happen to you. Not anymore.”

“Harp,” Hesh whispers, jaw slackened. “I…I don’t…”

“Hallucinogens,” Merrick says grimly, watching you shake and wail. Logan has to look away, his fists clenching. “Who knows what she’s seen. Reckon it wasn’t anything good.”

It’s like he doesn’t hear anything besides your cries. Whenever you gasp Hesh tenses as if he wants to run to you—comfort you the best way he knows how.

Hallucinogens? He thinks and feels tears dribble down his cheeks as he blinks, rubbing at his jaw and shakily placing a hand over the back of his neck. Logan puts a heavy grip on his shoulder, weighing them down even more.

—

Rorke’s death should have been a time of celebration—of honoring the fallen. Elias Walker, Ajax, and countless others. The Federation was nothing more than broken factions now. Dust to the wind.

But no one can celebrate when they’re trying to fix one of their own.

You were being kept in the secure medical ward under twenty-four-hour surveillance and around-the-clock care; only Keegan was allowed in, seeing as you were the closest to him outside of Logan and Hesh and had no adverse effects to his presence.

Merrick had said he didn’t want to risk Logan going in, as it might worsen things. Hesh was taking it hard.

He just got you back, how was this right? How was it fair that you’d had to go through that right when it was supposed to be over and done with? The man got sick over it, thinking about what Rorke had done to…break your mind like he had.

Two months.

Two months of nightmares plaguing him, of your eyes when you looked at him. If Hesh had just been stronger, then that bastard would never have dragged you away on that beach. He resulted in working out more, running laps around Fort Santa Monica with Riley at three in the morning—he grew bags under his eyes. He grew quiet.

When all of his broken ribs and fingers healed, the artificial wounds, he was offered awards for taking down Rorke; even a summon by the President.

He’d denied all of them.

If a medal was going to get you better faster, he’d have taken them in an instant. But he wasn’t that stupid. Hesh was withering, and everyone saw it. He loved you more than anything—more than fame or recognition. The man lay awake at night fearing that you were too cold or uncomfortable in the far-off ward, he was paranoid about your safety.

More often than not, the nurses found him and Riley fitfully sleeping outside of your door on the hard ground, arm used as a pillow. They didn’t have the heart to move him.

In the last two weeks before the third month of your isolation and evaluations, in his nighttime routine, Hesh finds your door open.

He stares at it now with a blank expression, fatigue once burning his eyes all gone for a deep and pounding panic. With a hand gesture, Riley halts and sits, and, sensing his handler’s mood, lets his ears go straight up in attention.

Hesh reaches for the gun in the back of his pants, peeling it out slowly and taking a nearly silent step forward. Ready, his ears strain for a sound…but there is none.

His free hand reaches for the door, the short sleeves of his gray sleep-shirt bunching. A moment later, he lightly taps the barrier farther out before entering the room with the gun drawn.

He said he wouldn’t get distracted, but it would be a lie to say his eyes didn’t immediately go to you.

You were there, asleep, curled up on the far recliner chair instead of the bed. Head lulled to the side and knees kept close to your chest. But it was the scars that broke Hesh.

They were large and long—on your face and arms; legs. All moving and stretching like a child’s drawing up your sleep shorts and shirt, disappearing only to reappear somewhere else. Healed over but still fresh.

Hesh drops the gun and turns his body slightly away, staring at the side wall before he takes an unsteady breath. He re-hides his weapon and turns to leave, not seeing anyone else.

Maybe Keegan had forgotten to close the door…he’d have to chew him out for that. Already a dull point of anger was making his jaw clench at the sly older man.

“Bastard,” Hesh mutters.

Before he can exit and close the door softly behind him, he hears a broken squeak of alarm. He halts as you stare heavily into his back—awoken by the sound of nearly silent feet. In a steady motion, the man’s hands are by his sides, open and visibly holding nothing.

“I was just leaving,” Hesh whispers, not looking at you. His heart hammers. “I’m sorry, I thought someone else was in here—the door was open, okay?”

Your hands twitch, body still and breath held tight.

“Hesh?” He flinches, eyes closed tight.

Don’t look at her. Don’t turn around. Leave.

“Are you really…him?” You ask silently, eyes darting nervously around the room and quickly waking up fully.

It’s a moment before he answers you.

“Yeah,” he forces out, voice tiny and sad. “Yeah, it’s me, Doll. Just David Walker.”

Your throat bobs with a thin swallow. Treatment was still ongoing, but it’s not every day you wake up to find the man who you had nightmares about standing in your room.

Breathe, you have to remind yourself. It was the drugs. Not Hesh. Never Hesh. Rorke.

But you were still scared.

“I…I need to see your eyes,” you say.

Hesh turns carefully, staring hard at the floor. His heart lurches, hands going clammy.

What if she has a setback? He asks himself. What if I mess this up…Shit, Hesh, you couldn’t have minded your own business?

Oh, but he never could when it came to you.

“Then look at me, Sweetheart.” The man breathes slowly, darting his eyes up to your face. “They only belong to you.”

But your gaze can’t slip to his sockets, only able to glare fearfully into his neck. But this Hesh felt different, more like the one you grew up with—those memories still coming back but tainted; you need to see green, but it was hurting you to think that you might not.

“I’m scared,” you admit, shakily. The man’s thighs tense, but he stops himself before he can go and take you into his arms. That wouldn’t help. “I’m…I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

“I’m real. I swear to you, Harp, I’m real. I’m right here and I’ll wait for you as long as it takes. Even if it’s years, I will always be right here.” He pleads, hands still at his sides and going nowhere if you don’t tell him to. It’s like a floodgate opens, months of internal pain and heartbreak spilling out. You needed to know this, even if he never got to see you again.

“I have loved you since I saw you get jealous over Cassie Albrook in seventh grade and tried to hide it because you thought she made me happy—she could never make me happy, Harp. That was you. That was always and will always be you. I…I can’t breathe when you’re not near me, I don’t know how to act right when you’re hurt. Seeing you hurting is…is…” Hesh’s voice breaks and he falls silent.

“Please, if you need to look into my eyes, I’m beggin’ you, Sweetheart, please, do it. Even if it’s only one glance.” Your breath is stuck in your throat, tears welling and sliding down your cheeks.

In your skull your brain pounds, bordering on hysteria and an urge to flee. There was so little that you trusted anymore. Keegan, yes—the nurses and doctors? You had no choice there.

You knew that the Hesh you’d seen in the pit was Rorke, Keegan had explained it all to you after the drugs had been pumped from your system; you understood that part. But it didn’t make the sickening confusion any better.

Symptoms of severe PTSD, paranoia, anxiety—you’d seen the charts when the nurses thought you weren’t looking at them.

You still wouldn’t let anyone with a needle anywhere close to you, had to be put under for it.

But you’d been so lonely here. A simple kiss seared into your mind before the horror set in, a stain of a smile on your lips. A chest vibrating with a content purr.

Hesh. You want your Hesh back.

Taking a stuttering breath, your eyes dart upwards. You push through your misty gaze and lock on a color that can only be described as a grassy field of verdant growth. Great open plains of viridescent being—showing you a world bathed in tender belonging.

Home.

You sob and rush from the chair on legs that still hurt even now, meeting Hesh in the middle as he takes a step forward and wraps his arms around you. You’re covered and kept in a hold so tight it’s like he’ll never let you go, heart pounding and his face loose with shock.

But he says nothing beyond a loud shuttered exhale of relief, pressing you to his chest and burying his face into your scalp, breathing you in; taking you down like a sinner in church until all that remains is you. Your fingers digging into his shirt, your face in his neck, how you call his name as if calling a ghost back from the dead.

“Oh, my Girl.” Hesh chuckles through the tears in his eyes. “My Girl. I missed you so much, you won’t even believe it.”

You push yourself into him tighter.

Riley, at some point, had come to stand in the doorway, his dark beady eyes seeing only the colors in gray, brown, yellow, and blue, though that never truly mattered. Color was only half of the picture.

And the rest of the image in front of him was seeped with the pigment of love.

The dog’s tongue lulls from the side of his mouth, and in the air behind him, his tail moves back and forth into a soft arch.

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beelsbignaturals · 9 months

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Somehow a Hellcat got into the HoL and walked right up to MC, plopping itself down in their lap and starting to purr. How would the brothers react? (I am beating Lucifer with a broom as we speak, the cat is NOT leaving)

AN: Back the fuck up Lucifer if you can have Cerberus I can have a kitty!

🐈‍⬛Soft Kitty, Warm Kitty, Little Unholy Being💕

Lucifer is… not enthusiastic about this development. He spent centuries telling Satan that he can't have a cat, and suddenly, you have befriended a wild animal? What's worse, the cat hisses and spits when anyone gets close to you! Wait… perhaps this can be beneficial… A loyal guard cat would be good for keeping a human out of trouble, right? It's totally not because Luci can't say no to your wide, pleading eyes.

Mammon initially is… freaking out. How did a wild animal break into the House? Oh shit! It's gonna EAT MC! Wait… they are… snuggling? Fuck… that's cute. And no, Mammon is not jealous of a damn cat, so don't go starting rumors! In fact, he's so unbothered that he is encouraging you to buy a collar with a little gold bell on it. This is totally not because he wants to get more brownie points. I mean, we all know Mammon is your favorite hell-spawn! Right? Don't worry. He warms up to "the fluffy menace" pretty quick. You may catch them cuddling when they both miss you.

Leviathan is the most chill with a random animal just… making itself a home. I mean his closest companions are a sea monster, a giant snake, and a goldfish. Of course you need a loyal animal friend. All the heroes have one! You should name it after the protagonist from this magical girl anime who can turn into a cat through the power of friendship-

Satan is in heaven. You and a cat? Who cares that it's the size of a small puma and has three eyes? It's still a cat! And with you as it's new best friend, Lucifer can't just ban the cutie! Satan is quick to join you in the "we gotta keep it!" spiel. He already has a list of names and so many cat toys. Congrats! You are co-parenting a wild animal with Satan! There is no escape.

Asmodeus is honestly not huge on animals. I mean.. they shed, drool, and are so much work. But hey, if it makes you happy to be mauled affectionately by a giant beast… At least let him get some cute pics to commemorate the occasion! Just promise not to your new pal run wild around the house. His room is a fur-free zone unless it's vintage. He will, however, be all over buying cute cat toys and collars. Fashion show time!

When Beelzebub realizes the cat isn't going to attack you, he goes from Protect Mode to "AWWWH LOOK AT THE HUMAN PLAYING WITH THE BABY!" You do know that this is a juvenile, right MC? Hellcats grow to the size of a well-fed grizzly bear. Oh well, Beel will help you feed it. He's honestly stoked to have a new fluffy family member. Your new bestie is much more friendly than Cerb.

Belphegor is pissed. That's HIS spot the little upstart stole! Honestly, Belphie is enraged that this feline had the gall to walk in and place itself on your lap, purring up a storm. He grumbles about it but can't help but appreciate the smile it brings to your face when you scratch behind the wild cat's ear. Just… make some room and play with his hair too, got it?

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rebelwrites · 2 years

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The Real Deal

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: after 8 months of keeping your relationship a secret you start to slip causing your best friend to find out and the aftermath isn’t pretty

Requested by anon: hello hello, request for charleeeees. charles falling in love with Max's best friend, and him not being happy about it but they can all end up being all besties <3

A/N as always feedback and comments are highly appreciated along with reblogs 🖤

Warning: long read

The flight was long, your body was aching and screaming to be stretched out. You had finally managed to convince your boss to let you have a couple of months off to follow the back end of the F1 season.

The moment you told your best friend, he instantly booked you flights, hotels, and transport. Everything you needed he sorted it, no questions asked. Finally it was time to get off the plane, something you were grateful for. You weren't the best flyer and was in desperate need of nicotine. However nothing could wipe the smile off your face as you stepped out of the plane, tugging your Redbull hoodie around your body.

There were two reasons you were so happy, one you get to spend the rest of the season with your best friend and the second reason was a certain Ferrari driver who had captured your heart.

Max had no idea there was a budding romance between his best friend and rival.

Over the summer you and Charles had been texting back and forth, FaceTiming when you could and on the odd occasion when he could you would meet up and spend the evening at your house or his hotel trying to keep your romance out of the papers.

Taking a deep breath you adjusted the straps from your backpack and started to make your way down the plane's steps.

Here was to an amazing break spending time with people you loved.

Pulling your phone out you quickly sent both Max and Charles a text telling them you had landed and was safe. Now all you had to do was get your luggage and find out where Max had organised the transport from.

You had a buzz in your step as you wandered through the airport, you hadn’t seen Charles in what felt like ages so the first available chance you got you wanted to be spending time with him. However you would have to be more sneaky with being around Max, the other drivers and the press.

The sign caught your eye from across the room, your name big and bold standing out signalling you.

Max really had thought of everything.

The hours had passed and you were sick of travelling, all you wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep for the next 24 hours but unfortunately that wasn’t the case. The flight was overnight meaning that you would be in the country with time to be there for Quali.

Hiding the yawn with the hoodie you rested your head against the window hoping you were nearly at the track because you desperately needed a coffee but no matter how many times you pestered the driver he wouldn’t pull over.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, tearing your gaze from the window you turned it to your phone, a large smile appearing on your face as you saw a new message from Charles.

Message from: CL ❤️ Can’t wait to see you 😜 missed seeing your face.

Message to: CL ❤️ It won’t be long now, we’ve gotta be sneaky though no one else knows about us.

Message from: CL ❤️ Well that sucks I just want to wrap you in my arms and not let you go.

Tucking your phone back into your pocket as you pulled up at the track, the smile firmly planted on your face. Glancing out the window you saw your best friend standing near the gate with a cheesy grin on his face as he wiggled the all access Redbull pass in his hands.

Slipping out of the car you sprinted over to him, giving him a bear hug as you hadn’t seen him for a while due to your schedule.

“You been keeping out of trouble?” He chuckled, squeezing you time.

“Always.” You grinned, pulling away from him, snatching the pass from his hands, slipping it over your neck.

“I don’t believe that.” He hummed, draping his arm over your shoulders, guiding you through the crowd.

Just like every time you spent time with the team you were like a kid at Christmas, if you could you would do this full time but it wasn’t possible most of the time. You were well known around the teams so as you passed the garages you got a range of greetings, from salutes, to fist bumps, to hugs. Each time Max pulled you back into him trying to keep you close as it wouldn’t be the first time you got lost in the crowd.

“Promise me you will behave.” Max teased, you wiggled out of his grip as you neared the Ferrari pits.

Your heart rate started to climb as you caught a glimpse of Charles pulling his hoodie off providing you with a nice view of his torso. Once he locked eyes with yours you thought your heart was going to explode, the small smirk on his face made you weak at the knees. He dropped the hoodie on the bench before making a b-line towards you.

“YLN,” he grinned, holding his arms out wide for you, “it’s been forever.”

“Leclerc,” you smirked, wrapping your arms around his torso, letting the smell of his aftershave mixed with rubber wash over you.

You felt yourself getting lost in the moment and as much as you wanted to stay in his arms you knew Max would be watching you like a hawk so reluctantly you pulled away.

But Charles held onto you a little bit longer, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Meet me tonight,”

“Okay,” you breathed, pulling away from him.

You notice Max cock his eyebrow at you as you both start to walk away from the Ferrari garage.

“What was that about?” He hummed, nudging your shoulder.

“Don’t know what you are on about.”

“Don’t lie, Leclerc held you longer than anyone else.” Max questioned, his gaze burning into your soul. “I also noticed your smile get brighter when he approached.”

“You are seeing things, Verstappen.” You shrugged wanting to change the subject, you knew that it would go down well. Charles was his rival at the end of the day and Max was very protective of you.

“You like him don’t you.” He teased.

“Now I know you have hit your head.” You lied chewing the inside of your mouth, praying he dropped the conversation.

You felt like a teenager again sneaking around but it was exhilarating. Everything was ten times harder here in the paddock but somehow you managed to pull it off or at least you thought you had.

“Wish we had more time.” Charles breathed between kisses as he pinned you against the wall behind the Ferrari motorhome.

“You have me all of tonight, and up until the race tomorrow.” You grinned, playing with his hair.

“Not long enough.” He hummed, letting his eyes flutter closed at the feeling of your fingers running against his scalp. “Love having you here though, I always race better when you are hanging around.”

“Charles Leclerc are you saying I’m your good luck charm?” You whispered, resting your forehead against his.

“I guess I am.” He grinned, pressing his lips against yours for one final time. “Now you better get moving before Max sends out a search party.”

Pouting at his statement you reluctantly wiggled out of his grip, taking one final glance at him before slipping into the crowd making it look like you were just wandering around.

Once you finally got back to the Redbull pit garage Max was standing there with his arms crossed against his chest.

“Where have you been, trouble?” He asked, cocking his brow at you.

“Just wandering, I needed to stretch my legs. That flight was brutal.” You lied, hoping he didn’t ask too many more questions because Max had a way of poking holes in your lies.

“Whatever you say, you are a pain in my ass. You do know that right?” He said, narrowing his eyes at you.

“Yeah you tell me all the time.” You laughed rolling your eyes. “Now stop telling me off like you are my dad and go do your qualifying race.”

Mornings were better when Charles’ woke up with you in his arms. The world felt right when you were with him.

The shallow breaths coming from his side made his heart swell, nothing had to be forced with the two of you, it was like you were a match made in heaven.

He wanted nothing more than to scream his feelings to the world, he wanted to go public with your relationship but he knew why you were holding back. Max being the main reason.

He knew that Verstappen was like your big brother and just as protective so when the news finally came out that you two were dating it would cause a massive problem.

Charles’ felt you starting to stir in his arms and it was in that moment he realised just what he felt for you. You were in for him, every time you were trackside he raced better, you made him want to be a better man, he wanted you by his side forever.

“Morning, mon chéri.” Charles beamed, littering your skin with soft kisses.

“Mmm morning.” You giggled, resting your hand against his face. “I could get used to this.”

“Soon, I promise.” He whispered, moving some hair out of your face. “One day I will be able to scream my love for you to the world.”

“You know I don’t like hiding this, right?” You whispered, leaning back into him.

“Mon amour, I know,” he whispered, grazing his fingers over your hip. “I understand why you want to, but some point soon we are going to get caught.”

“I like our little bubble.”

“Me too, but I want nothing more to be open about us so I can take you on a proper date.” He hummed against your hair.

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you and you laid tangled in each other’s arms. Neither of you wanted to move from the position, breaking the bubble you had created and entering reality.

You had never felt this way about anyone before, you could see a long future with the young driver from Monaco and as much as it excited you, it also scared the shit out of you. You never believed in true love or that you would ever find the one.

That was until you met Charles Leclerc.

Once again the morning flew by and it was time to head to the track. This time was different, Charles wanted to start dropping hints to the world even if it would backfire on him, this was confirmed when he saw you trying to sneak his hoodie.

Red never looked so good.

“Keep it.” He beamed, letting his tongue run over his bottom lip. “It looks good on you. In fact I want you to wear it today, I want to see you repping my colours for once.”

“What about Max?” You mumbled, fiddling with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“What about him?” He questioned back, “I know why you want to keep this on the down low but what I feel for you is real.” He whispered, taking a few steps closer to you. He gently took your hand placing it over his heart. “Mon coeur bat pour toi. (My heart beats for you)”

“Est-ce que tu tournes en rond avec moi, Leclerc? (Are you turning sappy on me, Leclerc?)” You hummed, brushing your fingers over his skin.

“You do know you drive me crazy when you speak in my mother tongue to me.” He growled, dipping his head to your neck placing hot kisses against your skin.

“I might have learnt French just for you.” You breathed, trying to control yourself as you had little time.

“So will you wear my hoodie today?” He spoke against your skin.

“Yes.” You grinned.

As you walked through the paddocks after stopping for some coffee you noticed everyone was giving you weird looks. It wasn’t often you saw someone wearing two different team’s colours. But right now you didn’t care, you were repping both of your boys and that was all that mattered.

You had noticed that on social media fans were starting to question you and Leclerc so it was only a matter of time before your secret was out.

As you walked up to Max you noticed his intense glare, his nostrils flaring as he took in the red Ferrari hoodie with the number 16 staring him in the face. If looks could kill you would be 6ft under.

“Why are you wearing that?” He huffed, folding his arms across his chest.

“I got cold when I was hanging with Charles.” You shrugged trying to play it off.

“Hanging out before 9am?” He questioned.

Shit.

“I’m allowed to have friends you know.” You scoffed, placing your elf bar between your teeth taking a hit on it.

“Something is going on and I don’t like it.” He muttered, not happy in the slightest. “You know you have always been a shit liar. Now tell me the truth.”

Taking a deep breath you tucked your vape back into the pocket of the hoodie, letting the smell of Charles’ aftershave wash over you.

“Fine,” you said, pausing, quickly trying to figure out how to break the news to him. “Me and Leclerc are dating.”

“How long?” He questioned through gritted teeth.

“8 months.” You said standing your ground. You were sure you would see steam coming out of his ears soon.

Watching as his eyes glazed over, before he spun around on his heels, storming over to the Ferrari garage. Little did you know that there were pictures emerging from qualifying yesterday of you and Charles pressed up against the side of the Ferrari motorhome and Max had seen them. Everything was starting to fall into place for him and now seeing you in Leclerc’s hoodie it was the final piece of the puzzle.

Your heart was pounding against your chest right now, you knew he would react badly but not like this. You were practically sprinting to keep up with him. This was the last thing you needed hours before the race, when both of them were meant to be doing the pre-interviews and getting ready.

“Max, wait.” You shouted, catching everyone’s attention.

It was no use though, he had already stormed into the Ferrari garage and had grabbed Charles by the collar of his polo shirt.

Skidding to a halt, you saw the scene in front of you, both of them spewing profanities and slipping back into their mother tongue. They had always caused a crowd to form, everyone wanted to know what was going off between the two drivers.

“Please Max.” You begged grabbing onto his arm, trying to pull him off Charles.

“You fucking lied to me.” He growled, not even looking in your direction. “And you, who do you think you are? Did you just use her? Wanted another notch on your bedpost?”

“It isn’t like that.” Charles snapped, finally shoving Max off him. “It’s nothing like you think.”

That’s when punches were thrown. You couldn’t take this any more so you did the only thing you could think of. You somehow managed to wiggle your way in between the two of them pressing your hand against each of their chests.

“You can fucking calm down.” You growled at Max, slipping into speaking Dutch because of how pissed off you were with him. Him hearing you speak his language stunned him, yes it wasn’t perfect but he got the message loud and clear. “This is why we didn’t tell you, if you can’t accept that this, this we are a thing then I guess you aren’t my true friend.”

Letting out a shaky breath you turned to Charles, running your fingers over the red mark against his skin. “Je suis désolé (I’m sorry)” you mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you pulling you close to him before he guided you to his small room in the pits, away from the cameras and everyone’s eyes.

The moment you got into the room you started pacing, holding your head in your hands, muttering profanities under your breath.

“Mon amour,” Charles whispered, standing in front of you, softly pulling your hands away from your head causing you to make eye contact with him. “Things are going to be okay.”

“How do you know that?” You sniffed.

“Because what I feel for you is the real deal okay, nothing compares and I’m not letting this be the end for us.” He breathed, “je t'aime.”

Freezing at the words that left his mouth, your heart was racing and within seconds your lips were against his in a passionate kiss.

Finally your brain caught up with the events of the last hour and the guilt was starting to eat you alive.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, pulling away keeping your gaze trained on the ground. “You should be getting in the headspace to race, not deal with this.”

“I’ve got my good luck charm by my side and wearing my colours.” He winked, “everything is going to be okay. We will get the race out of the way and then we will deal with Verstappen.”

“Just be careful out there.” You whispered.

“Always am.”

You normally love post race interviews but today was different. There was a thick tension between Max and Charles and everyone was picking up on it, along with the marks on Charles’ face and Max’s knuckles. The questions were about the race but about what happened before the race.

Standing in the sidelines you let out a sigh before hitting your vape, something needed to change between the two drivers and it needed to happen fast. This tension wasn’t good for either of them and the last thing you wanted was their racing to be affected. Even the podium win for Leclerc was damped by everything that was going on between the three of you.

Pinching the bridge of your nose as you noticed the interview getting heated between the two drivers, you needed to intervene and fast. Pushing yourself off the wall you scurried over to the boys, forcing your body between the two of them.

You were well known around the track being Max’s best friend so the moment you appeared the microphone was shoved in your face.

“Y/N, can you tell us what has caused the two drivers to lock horns? Is it to do with the Ferrari hoodie you have turned up in today?”

Fuck

“No comment.” You muttered, glaring at both guys. “Interview is over.” You huffed, pushing both drivers away from the sea of reporters.

“Well I think that answers all of our questions, especially with the pictures of Leclerc and Y/N/L emerging. Is there something brewing between the pair?”

Once you were out of the way of the cameras you ran your fingers through your hair. This was all on Max, he was the reason things were so sour right now.

“This is why we didn’t tell you.” You snapped, your voice cracking as you spoke. “I knew how you would react, but nothing you can say or do will stop what I feel for Charles, not now not ever.”

“Y/N.” Max breathed but you stopped him holding your hand out to him.

“I’m not done yet.” You huffed, “you know I hate this side of you and until you can get it into your thick skull that we are together then I just can’t be around you. I’m sorry.”

Silence fell around the three of you before Max finally spoke.

“Why her?” He asked Charles.

“She’s everything I want and more. She came barging into my life and changed everything for the better. And because I fucking love her and if you can’t accept that, then that is on you.” Charles said proudly, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss against your head before guiding you out of the small room, leaving Max standing there in silence.

It had been a week since Max found out about you and Charles, in that week you had completely ignored your best friend even though it felt wrong but it was what needed to be done if he couldn’t see how happy you were. The week was spent with Charles and during the time you had both done a post on social media announcing your relationship to the world.

So here you were rocking Charles’ number and colour as you buzzed around the Ferrari’s pit. It was interesting to see how the team worked together and how different it was from the Redbull garage.

Charles leant against the wing of his F1-75 watching as you took everything in, helping where you could and stating your opinion when strategists were talked. A proud smile crept onto his face, his heart swelled at the sight. It was something he could get used to.

“No, no, no,” you said, shaking your head. “That isn’t going to work if you want to try and do a one out race you need to be holding off putting too early. Everyone knows this.” Scooting in between the guys on the stand you started pointing at the screens. “We need to improve this, we are in Monza for christ's sake this string of bad races needs to end.”

It was in that moment he realised just how much he wanted you on the team full time, he wanted you as his radio contact and he was going to make it his mission to make his dream become a possibility. He also knew that the usual guy would be leaving the team soon so the position would be opening.

Taking one final glance at you he disappeared off to go speak to the team principal. After a quick chat he had managed to persuade him to give you a chance on the radio today and if it worked out well then you would get a permanent spot in the Ferrari team.

Excitement bubbled away in Charles and he made his way to you.

“How would you like to take control of the radio today?” He beamed, resting his head on your shoulder, watching as your eyes flicked around the screen looking at all the stats.

“Huh?” You laughed, tearing your gaze from the screen.

“You are in charge of communication.” He grinned, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “You have a way with words and I think, in fact I know we will be a match made in heaven. You aren’t afraid to say when a strategy is shit. And if we prove we can make this work then Binotto is willing to take you on full time.”

Gasping at his statement, you spun around on the stool resting your hands on his shoulders. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.”

“It isn’t.” He smirked, “I want you by my side for all the races and seeing you with the crew just makes me realise exactly how much I want it. So what do you say, wanna become a part of the team?”

“Hell yeah.” You squealed, trying to hold back the tears of happiness as you flung your arms around his neck just as the camera crew panned in on the pair of you.

Nothing could stop the buzz you were feeling right now this was what you dreamt about, becoming part of a F1 team.

The morning went by in a blur as you quickly got up to speed on the strategies that the team was planning. Charles couldn’t help but watch as you chewed the end of your pen when you were thinking before frantically scribbling on the paper for both drivers.

Soon enough it was show time, Charles quickly scooped you into his arms littering your face with kisses before he had to head out to the grid. “Let’s show them what we are made of.” He beamed giving you one final kiss.

Nothing could calm your heart as you took control of Charles’ radio.

“Radio check, over.”

“Loud and clear, chérie.”

“Kick some ass Leclerc.”

To say this was a challenge was an understatement, starting from the middle of the grid wasn’t the best but you made do with what you had.

Your heart was pounding so fast you were surprised you didn’t pass out, things were close between Max and Charles. There was still a lot of tension between the boys which made your stomach churn as you watched how close they were to making contact.

“Baby, talk to me.”

“Shit sorry,” you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, knowing everyone was watching you. “Max is going to try and push you off the track. Just stay focused, follow your racing line. Back off the throttle a little, let him take the corner and push it to the max on the straight.”

“You giving away all Verstappen’s secrets now..” Charles chuckled, following your instructions

“Shut up and drive.” You laughed, shaking your head at your boyfriend.

It’s a head to head between Leclerc and Verstappen.

Leclerc keeps getting the fastest laps.

It seems that there has been a change in the team at Ferrari. Y/N Y/L/N has taken over the radio. Is this a clever move by Ferrari?

Letting your eyes fall over the figures on the screen.

“What are you feeling on the tyres? You think we can get a couple more laps out of them?”

“Tyres feel good.” Charles’ voice boomed through the radio. “Can only pull a couple more though.”

“Copy, will box you soon.”

Taking a deep breath you watched the coloured dots move round the track. It was still too close to call. Feeling a hand on your shoulder you looked to see who was greeting you. Binotto stood there smiling at you.

“Doing great kiddo.”

“Thanks.” You breathed, quickly tuning him out as Charles spoke.

“Any chance on that box? Don’t think I can hold out much longer.” He had the playful tone back in his voice as he spoke.

“Box, box, box.” You chuckled, spinning around to signal the pit crew to be ready.

Watching as Charles stepped onto the podium you swore your heart was going to burst. The grin on his face was something that had been missing for a while. Max was up there in second place watching as Charles celebrated. It wasn’t until Charles whispered something to one of the guys that you knew what was happening. Before you knew it you were being pulled out of the crowd and up onto the podium. The moment you were in arms reach Charles scooped you up wrapping his arms around your waist as he spun you around, his lips smashing against yours as Max and Carlos showered you in champagne.

“We did it.” Charles whispered against your lips. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Nothing could beat this high.

Max sighed heavily as he realised what a dick he had been, he hadn’t seen his best friend this happy in a while. He should have been supportive of you but instead he acted like a child. In the last week he started to understand why you kept your relationship hidden, for the last eight months. Placing the bottle of champagne down he ran his hand over his face before planting it on Charles’ shoulder.

“I’m sorry man,” he nodded, watching as Charles Bentley placed you back down on your feet. “I can see how happy you make Y/N and I acted like an overprotective brother but only because she is like my family. I can see how much you love her and I’m not gonna be the one to stand in between that.”

Charles stood there in slight shock, but it passed quickly as they did the bro-hug thing causing the smile on your face to grow even wider.

“We have an announcement to make.” Binotto said into a microphone. “We didn’t think we would find someone who could take over the role of race engineer but today we gave someone a chance and the results speak for themselves. So Scuderia Ferrari are happy to announce Y/N Y/L/N will be taking over that role.”

Your jaw dropped, you pulled your hand over your mouth as you took in the news. As your brain was catching up you were engulfed by your best friend and boyfriend. Max knew how much this meant to you, yes he would have liked it to have been with Redbull but he was happy for you either way.

Tears streamed down your cheeks, today was the best day ever. Charles winning the Italian GP, Max coming to terms with your relationship and landing a permanent position with Ferrari.

Nothing could wipe the smile off your face.

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lurkingshan · 9 months

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The Ride or Die Drama Couples List

So the other night I got a little sassy on main because some of the girlies were complaining that King the Land is focusing more on the couple moments (aka relationship development) between Gu Won and Sa Rang and doesn’t have enough plot. Which is a very typical fandom complaint about romcoms that I absolutely hate, because in a good romance the relationship is the plot, people! It’s bizarre attitudes like this that get us random murder plots spliced into every other romcom for the ratings, and I am begging y’all to stop the madness.

Ahem. Anyway, that post seemed to resonate with some folks and get them discussing other dramas, and so inevitably @troubled-mind wandered into my notes and said gee Shan, it seems like maybe you should make a list of dramas that show us couples in a relationship and explore how they make it work and ultimately stay together. And I’ve warned y’all before, if you make a stray comment in my direction there will be a list coming your way. So here I am again, doing the absolute most.

Today I present to you a list of my favorite dramas that show you not only how the couple gets together, but also how they stay together. Criteria:

The couple doesn’t have to be together when the drama starts, but they do have to actually begin their romantic relationship no later than halfway through the drama’s run so that we have substantial time with them as a couple

The relationship development between the couple is a primary plot driver (so no dramas where there’s a great long term couple just hanging out in the background)

The relationship story may include some physical separation or even a temporary breakup, but not the betrayal kind–these are the sort that actually force an unaddressed issue to the surface and ultimately bring the couple even closer

Happy endings only, these pairs are sticking together

Ride or Die Drama Couples

Bad Buddy - Pat and Pran

(Thailand, YouTube)

This is tumblr so do I really need to tell y’all about Pat and Pran? There is a reason we all lost our minds over this show and it’s because we got to be in this relationship with them so intensely and see them fight to stay together despite it all. Their ending is bittersweet because of their families, but the show leaves us no doubt that they both think the other is worth it and they will always stick it out together.

Dark Blue Kiss - Pete and Kao

(Thailand, YouTube)

Shout out to the OGs! Pete and Kao originally got together in the Kiss series (you can watch it, but you really don’t have to, fam) and Dark Blue Kiss brings them back three years into their long-term relationship to give us a peek into their struggles with the closet and the toll it takes on both of them individually as well as the strain it puts on their relationship.

Flower of Evil - Hee Sung and Ji Won

(S Korea, Netflix or Viki)

Hee Sung and Ji Won are already married (with an adorable daughter) when this drama begins, and the backstory of their relationship is unspooled alongside the larger mystery at the heart of the show. One of the most fascinating and heart wrenching love stories I have ever seen, centered on a character who is so emotionally damaged that he genuinely believes he is incapable of love even as love pours out of him. Damn, I’m gonna make myself cry into my oatmeal.

It’s Okay, That’s Love - Jae Yeol and Hae Soo

(S Korea, Viki)

Speaking of crying, lord. Ahhhhhhh. Let me pull myself together. It’s Okay, That’s Love is a healing drama about two people who fall in love and support each other through serious mental health challenges. I don’t really want to say much more than that. Bring tissues, besties!

La Pluie - Patts and Saengtai

(Thailand, iQIYI)

My beloved! This Thai drama is about a pair of soulmates–or are they–who find each other and try to make their relationship work. That’s it, that’s the show. In this drama, the relationship truly is the plot, despite some of the fantasy elements being used to highlight its themes. La Pluie is about the importance of choice and a rebuke of romantic fantasies that fate and destiny will handle your love life for you. I and many others have written about it extensively, so if you decide to watch, you can go nuts on meta.

Lighter & Princess - Li Xun and Zhu Yun

(China, Viki)

I really love this show. This is a long format drama so there will be longer stretches where the couple still has not officially gotten together, but the relationship between them is the heart of the entire show, and we get the distinct pleasure of watching them fall in love twice, and the second time figure out how to make it stick. Such a treat.

One Spring Night - Ji Ho and Jung In

(S Korea, Netflix)

Oh how I love this quiet little drama about two people who fall for each other while one is still in a relationship with someone else, and figure out how to untangle the mess they’re in. We get to see them not only fall in love, but figure out how to become a unit who can withstand the harsh judgment coming their way and become a family on their own terms. Bonus adorable child alert!

Tomorrow With You - So Joon and Ma Rin

(S Korea, Viki)

This time travel melodrama is one of those that I started with no expectations and then sat up part way through and said what gave you the right to be this good! This is another one where the relationship begins for dubious reasons, but the suspect motives are quickly taken over by genuine feeling. We really get to live with the relationship in this one and the message is all about treasuring the life and time we have together.

The Rebel Princess - Awu (Wang Xuan) and Xiao Qi

(China, Viki)

I think the phrase Ride or Die was actually invented for them. Talk about a power couple. Once these two get to know each other (this is a historical so as per usual, their marriage wasn’t actually their choice but rather the result of some asshole’s machinations in a quest for power, joke’s on them though) they are in, baby, and their devotion and loyalty never wavers. This is a historical epic in war time, so the couple will be physically separated multiple times, but it only makes them stronger and each of their reunions sweeter. Their relationship is the heart of the show and the throughline in their chaotic lives.

What Did You Eat Yesterday? - Shiro and Kenji

(Japan, the ether)

Saving the best for last because this right here is the GOAT in this category. It sits at the top of my all-time favorite dramas list and I love it passionately. Because y’all? This drama is explicitly about a middle-aged couple learning how to be together in a long-term relationship. That is the entire plot. And it’s fantastic. Stop reading this and go watch it!

Honorable Mentions

Yumi’s Cells - Yu Mi and Goo Wong

(S Korea, Viki)

This one is not on the list proper because (gasp) the couple doesn’t end up together. I know, I’m still sad about it, too, even though I went into this drama fully aware of the concept (a season about each of Yu Mi’s major relationships). But man. Yu Mi and Goo Wong just have that something, you know? Even knowing they don’t stick it out, it’s a delight to watch them fall in love and settle into a relationship together. Technically there is a second season featuring Yu Mi’s next relationship (Babi? I don’t know her), but I don’t want to recommend it and you can’t make me.

I must also give a shout out to the bl season 2s that exist expressly for the purpose of showing how the characters settle into a relationship after the first season get together:

Gameboys 2 (Philippines, Gaga) - Cairo and Gavreel

Minato’s Laundromat 2 (Japan, Gaga)- Shin and Minato

SOTUS S and Our Skyy (Thailand, YouTube) - Kongpob and Arthit

Still 2gether (Thailand, YouTube) - Tine and Sarawat

Utsukushii Kare 2 (Japan, Gaga) - Hira and Kiyoi

And because this is my post and I make the rules, I am also doing some honorable mentions of the friends to lovers slow burns where technically they are not together until the final arc of the story but let’s be serious they are together the whole time and just don’t realize it yet so you know exactly what their relationship is going to look like:

Fight for My Way (S Korea, Viki) - Dong Man and Ae Ra

Happiness (S Korea, Viki) - Sae Bom and Yi Hyun

Hospital Playlist 1 and 2 (S Korea, Viki) - Song Hwa and Ik Jun

My Only 12% (Thailand, iQIYI) - Seeiw and Cake

My Ride (Thailand, Gaga or YouTube) - Mork and Tawan

Romance is a Bonus Book (S Korea, Netflix) - Dan Yi and Eun Ho

Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok-Joo (S Korea, Viki) - Joon Hyeong and Bok Joo

Whoops you woke the beast @troubled-mind. @rocketturtle4 @neuroticbookworm @chickenstrangers here are more for your mile long rec lists. :)))

#bad buddy #dark blue kiss #flower of evil #it's okay that's love #la pluie #lighter and princess #one spring night #tomorrow with you #the rebel princess #what did you eat yesterday?#yumi’s cells #shan recommends #drama recs

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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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we need to talk / christian pulisic

request: heyyy idk if your still taking requests but i rlly wanna see an imagine on christian and his girl bestie argue after she hears him say that he wouldnt date her to his guy friends and she comes downstairs and ignores all of them and dosnt speak to him for a while and when he does its all fuff x

summary: you ended up hearing something you wish you never did. maybe you shouldn't have been eavesdropping, or maybe you should have addressed the situation before it got until this point.

word count: 1.7k words

warnings: mention of the pandemic (briefly, just to give context to their relationship), declan being kind of a dick??? but not really

author's note: so i don't know if you meant for it to be best friends to lovers but since it's apparently all i can write about, here it is <3

christian and you had been living together since early 2020, right before the lockdown started. you had been having trouble finding another flat that was close to your job, and with your lease coming to an end soon, your best friend had the marvelous idea of sharing his home with you, for however long you needed. at first, you had opposed, not wanting to intrude in his personal space, but he reassured you each time, saying that he was away too often anyways so you wouldn’t even notice him. and he had been right, for the most part, until the pandemic hit and you two were forced to stay home. it wasn’t an issue, really, even though at first it worried you. would he get tired of seeing your face every day? would you get under his skin and bother him too much?

when life started getting back to normal, you tried talking to him about moving out, not wanting to bother him that much, but he completely refused, threatening to stop talking to you for s month if you went away. that's how you had ended up being his flatmate for almost three years now, and you couldn't complain, since it was incredibly easy to live with him.

you had been in your room all evening, waiting for him to come back after his recent trip to manchester, but decided to start making dinner before he arrived. about thirty minutes later, when you had chopped every vegetable you needed for the meal, you heard the keys unlocking the door, and just as you were about to go out to greet him, another set of voices alerted you that he wasn’t alone. christian thought that you weren’t home since the lights in the living room were turned off, and that’s usually where you used to be when he came back. he didn’t even think about checking the other rooms, too wrapped in whatever exchange the young american player was having with his teammate.

“i don’t know how you didn’t get with her yet. you’re taking your time, man” the other man joked, presumingly, to christian. you couldn’t really tell, since you weren’t actually seeing them, just hearing the voices that came into the room. to be honest, you didn’t even want to eavesdrop, but god, they were being so loud.

the chelsea player replied, and you could almost picture him shaking off his head like he does when you tell him a bad joke. “she doesn’t want me like that”, he said, and now you were curious to know who he was talking about, since he didn’t tell you anything about his newest romantic interest. the other voice retorted, not even a second after, “i’m sure 70% of the world population would want you like that.

god, how you wished to be in your room, comfortably tucked into bed watching something on the tv. maybe then you wouldn’t be hearing whatever witty remark his fellow footballer was making. it wasn’t news to you that, yeah, there were plenty of people who would want to sleep with them, but it didn’t seem right to you to hear how they bluffed about it. you wished that christian would stop him from going any further.

you were standing still in the kitchen, afraid that any movement you could make would alert them of your presence, and thus, discovering that you had been hearing everything they said. you figured from the sound that they were now seated on the couch, and you knew that there was no way that they wouldn't see you if you were to escape right now from the kitchen.

“no, i wouldn’t. she’s only my best friend, declan”.

“i guess she’s part of the other 30%” christian said, and you could hear the smile in his voice. he continued. “you don’t know her. she’s special, mate”. you felt the little tug in your heart, but tried to ignore it, since you were glad that your best friend at least had some kind of respect when talking about his romantic interest. the man laughed, like he had said something unbelievable. “so you wouldn’t date her if you could?”.

oh.

the cold that had invaded your whole body after hearing what he said had made you unable to continue hearing what they talked about, even if you wanted to. thinking straight, you didn’t have any reason to get mad at christian referring to you as his best friend ‘cause that's what you two were: best friends. still, it was like a bucket of ice water had washed over you, like receiving shocking news that you wished you could erase.

so they were talking about you?

and god, you wished you could erase the past five minutes, and forget whatever they had said.

along with the sudden cancelation of noise, it seemed like your legs had a life of their own, and before you could ‘cancel the action’ like you used to with your sim in the famous game, you were out of the room in direction to your bedroom, where you hoped you could hide, at least, for the rest of the day.

christian was shocked to see you leaving the kitchen, after being sure you weren’t in the house. it dawned on him quite quickly that you must have heard him and declan talking, and that’s why you had run away the way you did, and closed the door harshly, making him wince on the spot.

a few minutes later, you heard him knocking on the door of your room. and even if you didn't give christian permission to enter, he still made his way into the dark room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “he’s gone” he whispered, afraid to talk any louder than a mumble. he knew you were awake, even if you weren't facing him, only by hearing the sound of your breath. after spending so many nights sleeping together, you had grown accustomed to his warmth and learned the pattern of his breath, just like he had learned yours.

a few minutes later, once he realized that you weren't actually going to answer him, he continued. “i only said that to get them off my back”. you huffed, clearly not buying whatever he was excusing himself with, and turning to look at him, even in the dark, you muttered. “you don’t need to explain anything to me. i’m only your best friend, remember? nothing more”.

“y/n, we need to talk”.

in the last couple of months the relationship you had with your best friend had turned more… complicated, to say the least. you noticed that he had been putting more effort in your friendship lately, being the one to initiate movie nights and helping you prepare dinner when he was at home. at first, you brushed it off as normal things flatmates did for each other, right? but when his absence during away games started to weigh more, and you found yourself giggling like a schoolgirl at every message you received from him with variations of “hey, i sent you this because it made me think of you”, you thought that you needed to stop the feeling that was brewing inside you, fighting to not be silenced, instead, to be screamed for every awake soul to hear.

of course, you knew better than to fall for christian, so you never actually talked about it. never showing you cared, not even when he presented girlfriends, or he talked with you about the new girl he had been messaging later. so it was weird to you how the anger had slipped upon every self-controlled barrier you carefully placed to avoid getting caught, and was presented to the american player to dissect and inspect.

you heard his shuffling, and figured that he was anxiously brushing his hand through his hair, not knowing how to say what he truly wanted to. he managed to say “you know it’s not like that”, which came out sounding a bit broken due to how dry his throat had gotten in the past minutes. you repositioned in your bed, back against the headboard while crossing your legs over eachother. “how is it then? since you seem to know everything about us, christian” you bitterly said.

you knew that christian needed the psychical contact to keep his nerves even, so when he reached to touch your knee for reassurance and you didn't move away, it felt to him like he could actually get this right.

even when you were about to tear up at hearing the sweet words that your supposed best friend was speaking, he continued, trying to make his point clear. "that's why i haven't been with anybody else. I don't want to be with anyone that isn't you, y/n. you get it, right? i know you feel the same" he looks at you with pleading eyes, and even in the darkness of the room you can see his eyes glistening thanks to the moonlight illuminating his features. still,you were caught up in what he had said previously. "why did you say what you said then? why did you sound like the idea disgusted you that much?". christian let out a breath, cursing himself for not searching for you before he let his friend continue with his meaningless topic.

“you know it’s you. it’s us. you must know”.

"I want to be with you, truly. long term." he reassured, now coming closer to you so he could hold your hand that was resting over your knee. "declan wasn't talking long term when he referred to date. he knows how i get when the guys talk about you, he was just trying to piss me off".

"i didn't plan to tell you how i felt in the darkness of your room, to be honest" christian laughed, trying to lift of the mood a little. when you giggled in return, he bowed his head to give your hand a kiss, and he stayed there once you started caressing his hair with your other hand. "what if you help me make dinner and then i tell you how i feel?" you suggested, smiling brightly at him even if he wasn't looking at your face to see it. the american nodded, enthusiastically waiting to get some food into his stomach. after all, he had came home an hour ago and due to the little misunderstanding that you had, he hadn't ingested anything since the little protein bar he had eaten during training.

"please. i'm starving".

#christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x y/n #football x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football imagine

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wh0refornikolailantsov · 11 months

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omg you write for Nikolai too?? could you do a part 2 to Better Late Than Never - i love the idea!!

Sure can do, Nikolai is my love. Tolya content is because I love my bestie and apparently the fandom as a whole is deprived of Tolya content which is unacceptable honestly. But yeah thought my username might give away the Nikolai enthusiasm, and I'm more than happy to write content for him, he plagues my every waking thought and honestly I'm not mad about it.

Part 1

Better Late Than Never Part 2 - Nikolai Lantsov

Content Warnings: Vasily. No Beta/Proof Reading.

All Nikolai could do was think about you, about his brother and about all the ways he wanted to bring a stop to everything.

The thoughts consumed his every waking moment, his conscious thoughts being entirely clouded by you. Your laugh. Your smile. The way you had looked at him the night he found out about your engagement, that pleading look in your eyes, that wishing he could do something, anything to fix it. You had given him that look once before, before he left. When you'd begged him to stay without saying a single word about him leaving.

He had left anyway, and a day had not passed by when he had not thought of how sad you were to see him go. He had often thought about returning, and what it would be like to see you again. He had never in those worst thoughts considered that he would return to you stuck and so resigned to it.

It's not like you hadn't considered your options, you'd considered just leaving Ravka, which you admitted was a bit of an extreme method for getting out of an engagement, but this was to Vasily Lantsov, First Prince of Ravka, destined to be King of Ravka, and you took no joy in the prospect of being his Queen.

It was late when you heard the knock on your bedroom door, you'd been moved in months prior to the engagement, it was a matter of your familys relationship with the crown and the manner in which of the countries war. Your father needed so often at council meetings you had been relocated for convenience, which hindsight let you wonder if that had not just been an excuse on Vasily's part to get you close.

He knew you hated him, you'd never been good at hiding it, and he adored just how much you disliked him, he treated it like a game. It only made you hate him more.

You opened the door and of all the people you'd expected to be at your door, Nikolai had not made the list. And yet, it was his deep eyes, and his soft, sleep tousled hair that you laid eyes on. His rob hung loosely tied, the fabric not held close across his chest, he was showing far too much skin to just be walking around the halls and you both knew it.

"Nikolai," you grabbed his hand and pulled him inside your room without thinking. You leaned quickly on the door until it closed and stared at Nikolai, who tried to look like he had a good excuse for the intrusion but you both knew he did not. Not with that look on his face, you knew it better than most of his looks, this was he was causing trouble, for him, for you, for both of you, was anyone's guess, and he couldn't find it in himself to be sorry about it. "What are you doing here?"

"You just pulled me inside your bedroom in the dark of night, and you're asking me about my intentions," he teased you, he should know better but he doesnt, "people will talk."

"Nikolai," you mumbled.

"I have been thinking about your situation," Nikolai said and for a moment you pondered if maybe he had been drinking, but no, this was something else. "And I've been trying to think of how I could fix this."

"Fix it?" You laughed, and it was more bitter than you intended.

"Yes," the softness in his face made you want to grab his face and shake sense into him, or kiss him but those feelings were like old friends to you and you would not let them shake you.

"Oh Kolya," you sighed, and gave him the softest smile you were capable of mustering. "You have to live up to your name, don't you?"

"Saint of Sailors," he tried, desperate for you not to say it.

"Can't you see I am a lost cause?" you asked. He didn't look at you then, unable to handle the look he knew he would find in your eyes.

"I will not believe you are a lost cause," he says, "I cannot believe that."

"Then you can believe in me for the both of us."

He stepped close and you moved to step back but were quickly reminded of the door you leant against. You couldn't let him be close to you, not after all this time. Not like this. Not because he felt guilty for never noticing. Not because he felt guilty for leaving. Not because of Vasily. Not because Nikolai thought he owed you something.

Not because you are engaged to his brother.

"What if I took you away?" He asked. You would be sure he was drunk now if he wasn't holding your gaze so adamantly, his voice so serious and steady. His eyes bored right into you.

"Nikolai, my life is here," your voice deflated, given in.

"What life do you get to have with my brother?" He asked.

"A frustrating one, and I do not want it but it is mine," you argued. "What choice do I have?"

"I could not stay before," he said, and looked away from you, his shoulders lowered like he was finally admitting to a long awaited confession. "But I should not have left you."

"What did I have to offer Sturmhond," the words fell from your lips and Nikolai saw in plain view just how much you knew and understood. Exactly how much you'd always seen him, how much none of the other things had mattered. How much he hadn't noticed in all those years felt like drowning.

He regrets his response before he fully made it but the words came out of him and they felt like knives, "What did I have to offer you, as the royal spare to the throne?"

There was anger in your eyes and he saw it. White, glaring anger. "None of that mattered to me, you knew that, it was never about-"

"I know," he stopped you. "I'm sorry, I am sorry for all of it, for leaving, for not taking you with me, for letting Vasily ever set eyes on you, for not coming back sooner, for not realising sooner. For all of it."

"Nikolai I spent our entire youth hoping, that maybe one day you'd wake up and you'd see it, all of it, but that was stories, and this isn't those stories, you cannot rescue me from this, not without..." you stopped, you knew you were just as much a pawn in Vasily's game to anger his brother as you were a prize in your own right to him. You knew all the things that Vasily might do or say to bring Nikolai down if he dared to try and interfere. Vasily's play was this slow suffering, this hope of inflicting quiet, longing and regretful suffering on his brother. His brother who had never done anything to harm him except be a better man than Vasily was capable of being. "I do not like to think of what he would do to you Kolya," Nikolai watched your movements, the way you struggled with your words. The idea of his pain, and what he might lose was more painful to you than your own suffering and Nikolai understood it with perfect mirrorlike reflectance, because he felt the same.

"What if you married me?" He asked. You laughed. You couldn't help it.

"Swap one prince for another, on what count, Vasily would sooner see me hanged for dishonour than allow that," you argued.

"Not as a Prince then."

"As Sturmhond?"

"No... well... yes. But no, not as someone else, not as a Prince who never had a shot at being King, not as the person I pretended to be to get away from a life felt could not serve me or my country, but just as me, Nikolai, not a Lantsov or a Privateer, not a Prince or a facade. But as me," he said. Saints you'd wanted that, of course you wanted that. It's all you'd wanted for so long but never allowed yourself to think you could have.

"The Crown-"

"I'll renounce my right to the throne."

"You wouldn't," your tone was far too serious, you looked far too stern that Nikolai couldn't help but laugh.

"I love Ravka, it's my country and I would live and die for it, but I cannot serve Ravka's best intentions walking around this place with no real sway and no chance to make a difference. But I will not leave without you again, and I will not let you fall into a life that we both know you'd rather die than live in. Especially if one of the reasons you're doing it is to protect me from the same slander and rumours Vasily has taunted me with my entire life." He steps closer again and you don't try to move away. "So please, let me take you away."

"You know Kolya, I have waited my whole life for you to ask me that," you admitted.

"Is that a yes?"

"I do not care to be a Lantsov, Nikolai, I only care to be yours."

Tagging Those Who Asked About Part2: @xceafh , @marchingicenotes7 , @goldenpoison , @number-0-iz , @hauntedenthusiasttragedy

#shadow and bone #grishaverse #six of crows #nikolai x reader #nikolai lantsov fanfic #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai x you #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x y/n #sturmhond #vasily lantsov

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cheegu3 · 1 year

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tw / trigger warning: yandere themes, abuse, bullying, family issues, sexual themes (Jake)

sorry for the spam besties the idea for Jake came to me in yet another dream and I had to write it out lmao

(some of them are based on my past enhypen fic where they try to kidnap you)

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

~ Enhypen - they try to make you break up with ur bf ~

Jungwon

He was a grossly popular and mean kid in your school - often having either hordes of guys or girls following him around at all times.

It made you laugh because to you he was just pathetic and weak; it was the oldest trick in the book to walk around with a big group to seem intimidating and powerful, but you refused to fall for it.

Jungwon and you were in the same class. Surprisingly he took school quite seriously due to him having strict parents. You suppose he needed somewhere to get all his frustrations out from family problems just like many other bullies, you just wish he wasn’t in your class.

He always sat in the very back with his loud friends and you sat in front of him. He loved tormenting those who sat closest to him, kicking your feet, pushing your chair or pulling your hair - but others got it way worse.

You would get filled with guilt any time you heard the mischievousness in his voice, knowing what was about to come. Yet you promised yourself to never turn around, it wasn’t worth the trouble.

Many many times, you’d gone to the principal to complain but they had only given him small suspensions; basically a slap on the wrist and nothing more. Jungwon had made it very clear that he was hunting down the person who ‘’ snitched ‘’ and wouldn’t be so kind when he would catch them.

It felt as though you heart stopped any time he’d say it - and you swore he somehow knew it was you; because he leaned forward ever so slightly as he’d announce it, as if it was specifically for you.

What you didn’t know, was that Jungwon was fully aware it was you but he had caught a special interest in you since that day. It fascinated him that you dared go behind his back, but also amused him that you were too scared to stand up to his face.

He made his friends stalk you on social media, trying to find out every little detail about you and it wasn’t hard - your handle was just your full-name, how unlucky for you.

Immediately as your profile popped up, he saw the words ‘’ S <3 ‘’. He could only see red as he walked out, friends looking at each other confused.

It didn’t take long to find you, you were hanging out with your pathetic friends that Jungwon hated. He dragged you away from them silently - but if it were an ordinary day, maybe he’d smirk at their lack of protests, just letting him do whatever he wanted.

You were terrified, thinking he had found out and was going to punish you for it now, images of you laying half-dead on the floor flashed through your mind and you squeaked as he threw you against the alley-wall.

‘‘ Break up with your boyfriend ‘‘

You had never felt so confused before.

‘‘ What? ‘‘

Jungwon rolled his eyes and sighed loudly, feeling as if this was taking up his time and should’ve already been arranged.

‘‘ You heard me ‘‘ he came closer, a look you had never seen before in his eyes.

‘‘ H-how did you know I have a boyfriend? ‘‘ you curled up in defence, feeling small under his stare.

The wall was pressing against your back.

‘‘ Does it matter? Do it or he dies. That’s a warning ‘‘

Then he walked away, just like that. He knew you’d do it, there was no way you’d disobey when you were just as scared of him as everyone else.

Heeseung

Your new job turned sour pretty quickly as you noticed a particular male having an interest in you.

You seemed to have this thing where guys would flock to you whenever you were unavailable and it was the same thing this time. You had just gotten into a relationship, yet this guy at your new job, that everyone seemed to either love or be jealous of - just had to like you of all people.

At one point while talking to your other coworkers, his smile fell just as the person on his side uttered something while vaguely gesturing towards you. You thought nothing of it - maybe he had just heard some bad news. Quickly you went back to working.

For a few hours you felt embarrassed, thinking you were wrong and just had a big ego so you automatically assumed people who stared at you for longer, or smiled more had a crush on you. But then he came up to your desk, almost right before it was time to pack up.

‘‘ Hey, I’m Heeseung ‘‘

He looked relaxed with his hands in his pockets and a sly smile on his face. It made you feel like he was a good guy who wouldn’t mind rejection too much.

‘‘ Hi, I’m y/n ‘‘

He stepped a bit closer, never taking his eyes off of you and the intense eye-contact made you feel nervous.

‘’ I noticed you didn’t seem to get the new program ‘‘ your coworker tilted his head a bit, a playful glint in his eyes.

Your cheeks started to heat up. You sometimes liked to not do much the last hour or so, your mind having already checked out. But you didn’t think anyone would notice.

Maybe only a stalker would.

‘‘ It’s okay, I can help you ‘‘

Heeseung leaned over you to take your mouse before you said yes and it made you a bit uncomfortable, his chest was touching your back.

Maybe you wouldn’t have said anything normally, but it felt very creepy to initiate such contact shortly after meeting someone and you had your boundaries.

‘‘ I’m, sorry but can you please stand this way instead ‘‘ you turned around, almost pitifully clashing into his chest and gestured with your hands to the side instead of standing directly behind you.

A smirk formed on his lips and he then slowly looked down at you. Almost like a horror movie he tightened his arms around you, caging your head and whispered into your ear.

‘‘ Break up with him. You know I deserve you more than him ‘‘

Jay

All your life you had been able to go to fancy five star and Michelin star restaurants all over the world, due to your parents’ wealth.

Traveling the world frequently with your dad and his work, you had met many famous people as well.

A lot of them disappointed you, not at all reaching up to your expectations of them being gentlemanly and charming; leading to you eventually stopping to idolise them and expecting anything.

This time you were in Korea over the weekend. Your dad had an important business deal and promised to take you out for dinner, since he couldn’t spend much time with you during the days.

It was a very high-end restaurant where only billionaires and famous people were allowed to eat. You were aware of the fact that it had become a bit of a hotspot for dating since it was so secluded and exclusive.

Gorgeous people sat at every table you looked at, recognising both actors and kpop idols at them. Your dad lead you to a table at the end of the restaurant and this bit was separated by a curtain, only a handful of tables inside the small area.

The only people who were there at the moment was a large group of boys occupying a long table. They all looked stunning, like straight out of a magazine - and upon further inspection you recognised some of the members from the kpop group enhypen.

It seemed as if the manager knew your dad because he bounced on his feet as soon as he saw him.

You stood awkwardly by their table as they exchanged conversation, trying not to look at the handsome guys within arms-length.

“ This is my daughter, y/n “ your fathers hand found your shoulders, pushing you in front of him towards the manager.

He smiled at you.

“ Nice to meet you, I’m the manager of enhypen “ he gestured to the boys but you still didn’t look, only giving a small smile in return.

A pair of eyes looked at you intriguingly, following your every move even as you and your dad went to the table further away.

Most girls gawked at him shamelessly but you didn’t even spare him a glance. How…interesting.

For the rest of the night he was busy stealing glances at you, irritation building inside due to you treating him as if he didn’t even exist. As if you didn’t care for him or need him because of your rich daddy.

The members looked at him a few times, many of them slightly worried. He had stopped talking to them because of his new obsession.

At the end of the night, finally came the opportunity to talk to you. Your dad went to the restroom and you were packing up your things.

Like a sly fox he wandered over, giving you a confident smile when you noticed his presence.

“ Hi? “ you said.

“ Hi, I’m Jay. I was wonder- “ his words got caught in his throat as he noticed the Polaroid in your phone case - it was of you and another guy kissing.

You only raised your eyebrows questioningly, trying to read his face due to his sudden shift in mood.

‘‘ Break up with him ‘‘ he pointed towards your phone-case.

He walked away, leaving you there looking even more puzzled. But in his mind he was making up a plan on how to make it happen for sure, to make you his in the end.

Jake

It was either a blessing or a curse that you had somehow ended up at the same party as the infamous fuckboy, Jake from your school.

He knew of you before because you were the total opposite of him - sweet and innocent, spending your weekends at home studying diligently rather than partying.

So what were you doing at one now, for the first time since you started college? His lips stretched into a smirk, eying you curiously. You looked nervous which he found cute; following your friend around like a lost puppy while anxiously glancing around at people.

Jake had hooked up with your friend, maybe even with most girls in the room. He cursed his past impulsiveness for possibly ruining his chances with you, as your friend might warn you about him.

Your friend sat down near the couch where a group of people were sitting around and talking. Awkwardly you did the same and just silently listened to their overlapping conversations.

While doing so, you felt someone sit down next to you not long after - their knee brushing up against yours. You turned your head and saw Jake the fuckboy.

‘‘ Hey ‘‘ he said casually.

‘‘ Hey ‘‘ you said shyly, almost too stunned to be able to utter a single word.

You looked at him again because you felt his eyes lingering on you and while doing so, you regretted it immediately. He had a playful smile on his lips and a glint in his eyes, watching you intensely as if he was devouring you inside his mind.

Your cheeks turned a bit red as you quickly turned around again, despite his eyes still being on you.

Jake however didn’t like that you didn’t give him your full attention. He leaned in, lips touching the shell of your ear as he whispered sensually to you, only loud enough so you’d hear.

‘‘ I heard you have a boyfriend ‘‘ his voice sent shivers down your spine ‘‘ Break up with him. I want you for myself ‘‘

You were about to say something but he caught you off guard by his hand traveling to your thigh. Very quickly you realised why he’d gotten so many girls, it was like he had put you under a spell - ready to do whatever, whenever and even breaking up with your boyfriend - just because he said so.

Sunghoon

He had been watching you for some time before finally deciding to kidnap you. Finding out you had a boyfriend was one of the main reasons he had acted so quickly and impulsively to lock you in his house.

There wasn’t enough time to get to know you and woo you slowly before making you fall for him, not with you having a boyfriend - so he’d easily take you hating him as he locked you up, over knowing you were hanging out with your boyfriend.

Still, he’d naturally become a problem eventually anyway. His girlfriend not responding to texts, calls or meeting up would send him into a frenzy. Sunghoon could not deal with a police report so he came up with the nice idea to make you break up with your boyfriend before that happened.

Almost immediately after you woke up, he’d force your phone into your hands, barking orders.

‘‘ Text him and say you want to break up and you’ve thought about it for a long time ‘‘

Your kidnapper gave you a mean smile as he saw the fear forming on your face, as your eyes focused after waking up and taking in what he was saying.

Although it was urgent since you’d taken so long to wake up - he was still openly enjoying this.

‘‘ I don’t want to ‘‘ you mumbled, voice weak.

He sighed.

‘‘ I knew you’d say that ‘‘ he crouched and lifted your chin up slightly.

‘‘ But I will kill him if you don’t ‘‘ he tilted his head ‘‘ And you don’t want that, do you, y/n? ‘‘

Sunoo

He didn’t think it would come to this and it was very upsetting. Having planned so long for his confession only for it all to go down the drain just like that? It broke his heart.

As soon as you said the words,

‘‘ I have a boyfriend ‘‘

He felt like his heart stopped. His eyes grew wider and his eyebrow twitched as a look of confusion crept up on his face.

‘‘ I...I don’t understand ‘‘

It almost broke your heart too, as you watched the boy in front of you look so shattered after pouring his heart out, but you didn’t want to give him false hope by lying to him.

‘‘ I’m sorry, Sunoo ‘‘ was the last thing you said before walking away, not being able to stand the sweet boy suddenly crying.

You had a feeling he would, with how nice, innocent and caring he was - always sitting by you in class, opening doors for you and buying you milk during lunch. But there was a side to Sunoo that you weren’t aware of, that most people weren’t, except for the unfortunate few who had crossed him.

Instead of crying he blankly stared after you as all kinds of violent thoughts started to brew in his head. Whoever this boyfriend was...he already hated him.

A few days later you got a random text from your boyfriend, asking to break up with you. It felt very out of the blue as you had spent the day before hanging out and everything had seemed normal then.

‘‘ Why? ‘‘ you texted back, anxiety starting to quicken your breaths.

‘‘ Because you cheated on me ‘‘

‘‘ What??? No I didn’t! ‘‘

‘‘ You’re in another man’s heart...’‘

Sunoo smiled at the phone in his hand, your boyfriend groaning in pain right beside him. Soon you will be his.

Ni-ki

He didn’t care, of course they were as disposable as all the others he had killed. Getting rid of everyone that was in his way before confessing to you or kidnapping you, was something that he felt was a necessity.

Since Ni-ki was very shy, he didn’t need all the extra attention or people watching his every move; all the unsolicited opinions from your annoying friends pissed him off and he definitely didn’t need a boyfriend taking his place either.

They all disappeared, one after one - leaving you traumatised, depressed and best of all...vulnerable. It was the perfect time to butt in and introduce himself, becoming the only shoulder for you to cry on.

But as he one night followed you home, thinking he’d finally won - he saw you taking a different route. You weren’t going straight home, you were going to an apartment complex.

At first Ni-ki thought he had missed a friend and internally groaned. But then he saw you wait outside for someone, the one who later walked out was a man.

He got closer, listening to your conversation.

‘‘ I will see you tomorrow, okay? ‘‘

‘‘ Yeah, bye love you ‘‘ you stood on your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek and then walked away, a big grin on your face.

Ni-ki was fuming. He didn’t care about all of his hardwork at that moment; stepping out of his hiding-spot to make sure he was directly in your path.

‘‘ Break up with him ‘‘ he said flatly, eyes narrowing as he noticed your smile.

‘‘ What? Ni-ki what are you doing here? ‘‘

‘‘ I live nearby ‘‘ his lie slipped out effortlessly, eyes still boring into you.

‘‘ I don’t like him, break up with him ‘‘ he said again, already annoyed that he had to repeat himself.

You laughed it off thinking it was some kind of joke, but unluckily for you one more person would disappear without a trace that same very night if you did not comply.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years

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Being Oikawa's Little Sister and Iwa's crush

😡 Oikawa Is Mean To You 😡

Oikawa 'the jerk' Toru featuring Seijoh x fem! Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Oikawa being mean

AN: This is an Anon request

You want to punch him Yn?

I have no problems fighting men 😒

Seriously tho, I think you've suffered enough being the baby sister of the infamous Toru Oikawa 🙌🏻

Did you guys hear that? The gates of heaven opening, the birds singing and the sun shining 🥰

Yeah me neither 🙃

Oh well, back to your life plight

Being the sister of Toru had its pros and cons

The cons vastly outweighing the pros but nevertheless

It's not like you could help who you are biologically related to YN so you just have to deal

You played many different rolls as Oikawa's sister including (but not limited to) bodyguard, warden, comforter, and PR Manager

Seriously the amount of times you had to tell his fan girls he already left for the day just so he could escape the bathroom alive 🙄

YN's out here doing God's work

The one good thing is that your work never went unnoticed 🥰

Well by Toru it did but we aren't talking about him rn

Because Iwaizumi Hajime, 18, Wing-spiker/Seijoh Ace has our FULL attention 😏

This sweet angel istg-

He is so smitten with you YN and yet you haven't noticed

Or maybe it's because you never through you'd grab the attention of THE Iwaizumi

Probably too busy running errands for Oikawa 😒

Anyways, Iwa has had a crush on you for literal years

Like since him and Oiks became besties!

You use to follow them, trying to play volleyball

Iwa would often ignore you, too worried he'd mess up and say something stupid ☹️

But Oikawa (always saying something stupid) told you to just bug off

The amount of times you told your mom and Toru got in trouble 🤣

If that didn't solidify Iwa's feelings for you, I don't know what did

Of course, Oikawa knew of Iwa's crush on you 🙄

Mans used it at every turn to save his ass

"Ah ah Iwa-chan, would YN-chan want you to cause her brother more grief?"- Oikawa would say just as Iwa was about to pelt him with a volleyball

Makki, Mattsun, Kunimi, Yahaba, Kyotani, Watari and Kindaichi 👉🏻 I'm sure YN will forgive Iwa 😐

Oikawa 👉🏻😱 THE SLANDER

Iwaizumi 👉🏻 🧑🏻💥 🏐

Everything was going right in the world, until it wasn't 🙃

Because that's what we do here

It was a particularly rough day, Seijoh had just lost to Shiratorizawa 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 and everyone was in a mood

Especially Oikawa

Please when Oikawa is in a mood, stay clear 😒

Unfortunately you are too much of a sweet angel to do this

Thinking you can cheer the boys up during the practice is what we do 🥰

You arrived in the gym, seeing the boys setting up

Makki and Mattsun greet you in their normal way, probably with head pats 😍

Kyotani waves at you and you wave back

Kunimi and you text constantly so no need for a physical exchange of words YN ✋🏻

You see Iwaizumi and smile at him, watching him blush and return a goofy smile in return 🥺

Please he's got it SO bad for our bby YN

Then you lay eyes on the demonic creature that is your brother

He's practically boiling with rage at this point, probably muttering about how much he hates Ushijima

"If you would have just come to Shiratorizawa... blah blah blah" he says repeatedly

"Hey bro, what's up-" you say coming up next to him

Toru looks at you then looks away, completely ignoring you

RUDE

But we will forgive him, so you try again...

"Toru, hey I came to help you guys today. What would you like me to do?" You said, perky and happy, trying to change the mood from glum to fun

Toru ignores you yet again, as you figure out your next course of action

At this point all of Seijoh is watching, waiting to see what's gonna happen

"Come on Toru-" "YN WILL UOU PLEASE JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!"

You snap back at your brother's shouting, eyes widening

"CANT YOU SEE NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE PARADING AROUND THE GYM YN! CANT YOU GET THAT THROUGH YOUR TINY HEAD OR IS YOUR BRAIN TO STUPOD TO COMPREHEND THAT WE DONT WANT YOU HERE!"- Toru yells, heaving as you back away

"ENOUGH"- Iwaizumi shouts, running towards you and Toru

Your eyes burn with tears as you back up, trying not to let the damn break

"YN hey-" Makki says as him and Mattsun approach

You and Toru look at each other, tears now spilling down your eyes

The realization of his words hit him

"YN, I'm sorry- I-"

"TORU OIKAWA, FUCK YOU"- you scream as you turn, running out of the gym

Kyotani gets up, running after you with Yahaba and Watari

Toru watches as the rest of the gym falls silent

Iwaizumi is PISSED

Like seriously PISSED

Like it's death con level P I S S E D

He's balling his fists up, steam coming off of him

It's so bad that Makki and Mattsun back up

"Kunimi, Kindaichi you guys should probably leave-" Mattsun says as Kunimi and Kindaichi run 🏃‍♂️ towards the gym doors

"Iwa, I know I fucked up ok, I- I'll go and apologize right now"- Toru says as Iwaizumi reaches for a ball, gripping it hard

"Oikawa you better pray Kyotani can talk her down or I swear to GOD you won't be leaving this gym ALIVE"- Iwaizumi growls

Outside of the gym, you sink to the floor, crying as the words run through your head

You and Toru had fought may times but never had it hurt this bad

He had said many mean things to you in the past but saying those things and in front of the whole team, how embarrassing 🥺

You felt someone slide down besides you as you looked to see Kyotani and Yahaba along with Watari surrounding you

"I'm not going to forgive him" you said, wiping your tears

"Nah we don't expect you too"- Yahaba said

"We were just checking on you kid"- Kyotani said as you smile a little, you're friends making your situation a little lighter

"Besides Iwaizumi has probably already murdered him and Makki and Mattsun are trying to hide the body" Watari added, making you belt out a laugh 🤣

"Come back with us, don't let him get to you" Kyotani says as you nod and stand up

You walk back into the gym and see Kunimi and Kindaichi waiting outside the doors, peeking in 👀

"What's wrong?" You said, coming to see

"Iwaizumi is so pissed off YN, seriously I've never seen him so mad"- Kindaichi said

"Yeah, pretty sure Makki and Mattsun are afraid to move because it might set him off"- Kunimi

Inside you see Oikawa on his knees, Iwaizumi standing with a volleyball at the ready, anger radiating off him

"Please Iwa-chan, I didn't mean to hurt YN! Please I know you like them and I really messed up!"- Oikawa pleaded

You stopped, walking into the gym at hearing that Iwaizumi liked you

"Oikawa!! I should kill you for hurting them! You knew how I felt and seeing them cry" Iwaizumi said, his face heating more

You walked up behind Iwaizumi and stopped

"Y-You like me Hajime?" You say, eyes wide and a smile sneaking on your face

"I-uh I- uh" Iwaizumi says, tone instantly shifting from rage to nerves

"Haji" you say, coming closer to him

"YN I LIKE YOU SO MUCH! IVE LIKED YOU SINCE WE WERE KIDS. THE FIRST TIME I EVER SAY UOU I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING EVER"- Iwaizumi said, word vomiting his confession

You stare back at him, smiling before you lean in and kiss his lips lightly

Iwaizumi looks at you and pulls you into a hug, swinging you around the gym

"I like you to Haji" you say before he kisses you again

The team watches in silent, all gushing at how happy you two are 🥺

Until Oikawa ruins it 😐

"This has all gone according to plan" Oikawa said, standing up and dusting himself off

Everyone just looks at him, confused 🤨

"Shut up Oikawa you didn't plan any of this"- Makki says

"Yeah you are just lucky it worked out"- Mattsun added

Iwaizumi is now growling at Toru who jumps back and screams a little 😅

You approach your brother glaring as he lowers his head in shame

"I'm sorry Yn, will you please forgive me" he says

You look at him, then to Hajime who nodds at you

"I'll forgive you on one condition" you say

"Anything yn"

"I get to hit you with a volleyball"- you say, smirking

Oikawa looks up and smiles

"Yeha ok, I'll take that" he says, probably thinking you can't throw with shit

But it's a good thing you've been studying the Iwaizumi Hajime technique all these years yn 🙃

The ball pelts Oikawa right in the back of the head, sending him flying forward as he starts to whine

"YN CHANNNNN" he cries as everyone laughs

"Nice arm sweetheart" Iwaizumi says, skipping your cheek as you smile back at him 🥰

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steve-harringtons-ass · 10 months

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Feud- EDDIE X FEM!READER SMUT

Cw- 18+ CONTENT MINORS DNI, Rough-ish sex, Biting, teasing, name calling, oral (bith recieving), arguing, alcohol.

Enjoy weirdos

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Summer vacation in Hawkins, Indiana meant more time with friends, more time doing stupid shit, and your personal favorite- parties.

You were anticipating this Summer to be especially good, seeing as you had just finished your freshman year at college. You were also anticipating finally reconciling with some old friends, or at least reconnecting with your class on good terms.

Or a summer romance.

C'mon, who knows? You read all about it in young adult novels.

Nancy's end of the school year party was something everyone buzzed about come May. What got the gossip-obsessed crowd even more fixated was that Eddie was invited. You weren't offended, Nancy and Eddie had their own troubles that were sorted out a while ago. You and Eddie, however... That was a different story.

You pulled up to Nancy's place a little early, like she had asked you to.

"I need to see my bestie before everyone else turned up!"

You loved her and she meant well, but you cringed remembering her statement.

Nancy's carrying a jug of what looks like fruit punch from the garage to the backyard.

"Hey!" You leave your car, approaching her. "Anything I can help with?"

"There's another jug in the fridge if you can carry it." She beams. "I'm so excited, I made them this morning."

"You made fruit punch?"

"No! Jungle juice. It’s a bunch of alcohol and fruit juice mixed together. Mom and Dad finally trust me enough to actually leave the house for more than a few hours while I'm hosting so..." She shakes the jug a little, the bright red liquid sloshing around. "Had to go all out."

"Ohh, gotcha. Lemme get the other one then."

You meet her in the backyard to finish setting up.

"Eddie's gonna be here." She announces suddenly- as if it was something she needed to get off her chest.

"I figured. Y'all are good right? Why else would he come?"

"Yeah... Yeah, we're good. I just wanted to let you know."

"I don't mind at all." And you really don't. "I'd like to figure out why he hated my guts so much in high school, but I'm not about to cause a scene, y'know? I respect your friendship."

"Thanks, Y/n." She looks at the grass for a moment. "I know he uh- he wasn't the nicest to you. But did he ever find out...?"

"That I liked him?" You shake your head. "Nah, even when we weren't at each other's throats in class, I never had the courage to tell him. Probably for the best though, right? Would have been super awkward." That comment makes her chuckle, which is a relief. Your (rather insignificant) crush on Eddie was sophomore year, and you were in college now. Too much has happened since for you to really give a damn.

People start pulling up at around 7, and by 8, nearly everyone that was coming had arrived- and you’re lost in a sea of drunken former classmates. (Not for nothing, you’re getting to that point, too).

However, even while you're playing drinking games with Nancy and throwing fritos at Robin, you can't stop thinking about Eddie.

But why? And why now?

One thing you once hoped for was that your need to fix everything wouldn't follow you to college- but shit, wishful thinking, right?

Well, that's the most logical reasoning in your tipsy brain. The sun is fully set and you're making it a thing to start to pace yourself so you don't get too drunk too fast.

With that being said you chug the last of your can before finding Eddie sitting on a plastic lawn chair a bit further on in the backyard. He’s with Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle in front of a fire pit.

"Hey Y/n!" Steve notices you first, and he and Jonathan wave you over. You hear Steve mumble something to Eddie before he shoots you a look.

"Hey guys, how's your night been?" You sit in the empty chair next to Argyle, keeping your distance from Eddie.

"Pretty good." Jonathan answers first, swirling a bottle of beer by the top part. "I'm glad so many people could show, I thought we’d never see a lot of them again."

Like Eddie.

You didn't mean to look at him when Jonathan said that part about never seeing one another again. But you did.

Fuck.

"I dunno, might be for the best we don't have class with some of these people now." Eddie speaks up, and it's clear he'd seen you glance over.

Steve's smart, though. He knows where Eddie was going with that snarky comment and he isn't going to hear it. "It's still hard to believe we're done." He says. "It's only been a year, but being here makes me feel like it's been a week."

Everyone nods in agreement.

"To surviving freshman year," Jonathan states, raising his bottle. "May high school stop feeling like it was only a week ago... Don't really need to remember that." That gets a few giggles before everyone eventually raises their bottles for a toast.

You have a couple more mixed drinks, and while your conversation gets deeper and more personal, Eddie abruptly leaves your guys' slice of the backyard.

He left to talk to Nancy.

"Is he alright?" You ask once you're sure he's out of earshot.

"Maybe seeing us again finally hit him? It's not like we were able to hang out much this year." Steve says, glancing over at Nancy and Eddie. "Maybe he feels old." He grins, obviously not serious.

"Nah, I bet it's you, Y/n." Steve blurts out, face red as Jonathan elbows him.

"The fuck, dude?" Jonathan whispers.

"Yeah... You three can dish this out yourselves, four's a crowd y'know?" With that, Argyle leaves too.

"So y'all know why Eddie hated me, but not Nancy?" You ask, face getting hot.

"Well... Yeah. Nancy and Eddie are close, but you two are like sisters." Jonathan starts. "N-Not to say you aren't close with us! Just that, he trusted us more than her. I guess."

"Can you tell me at least? We're done with highschool anyways. Who cares now?"

Jonathan won't look at you when he speaks. "He was just kinda... Jealous. I guess."

You can't help but laugh. "No fucking way. You're lying!"

"No..." Steve starts. Neither of them were smiling. "He was always pissy that you succeeded in areas he couldn't. Like English, Math, even fighting all that shit in the upside-down. You know how jealous Eddie can get."

"But did that warrant all the things he's said done?" You thought of the rude remarks over the years. The catty bullshit. The humiliation tactics in class and at D&D meets. The one time he "accidentally" knocked your coffee over. He didn't offer to get you a new one. "There has to be something else."

"Not that we ever knew of." Jonathan cuts in, but his voice quickly gets quiet. Your back is facing the deck, so you can't see much of the party behind you.

"Knew of what?" Eddie askes. But he sounds like he already knows the answer. He's right behind you now, and the heat eminating from him is far less welcoming and comfortable than the fire in front of you. You don't know if the tone in his voice is attractive or terrifying.

Both?

"Oh! Uh, whether our old science teacher got hair plugs or not." Steve isn't known for his lying skills. Mostly due to the fact that he's an awful liar.

"You know I could hear you well before I was in front of you, yeah?" Eddie moves, circling the three of you like you're dinner.

"Why not hear all those reasons from me?" He's looking at you now, something that didn't happen once over the course of your fire-chat.

"Nah, I'm good." You want to know so badly it burns, but you're hoping that hearing it from a seemingly angry Eddie near an open flame isn't in the cards for you.

"C'mon dude, this isn't right." Jonathan says before putting a hand out to stop Eddie.

"No no, highschool's over, right? I insist."

You could leave. You could stand up and find Nancy and Robin and get shitfaced while talking about your favorite actor's newest movie.

But you stay. Are you paralyzed with fear? Excited to hear his answer? Who knows?

"I always thought of you as a fucking ass, Y/n. Had to be soo perfect all the damn time. So fucking great at everything."

He's drunk.

Steve is shaking his head, knowing that was never the case for you.

"So maybe I got sick of it. Maybe I got so wrapped up in my own life that I couldn't stand to give a damn about you. 'Cus that's life, sweetheart. Not everyone is gonna be your friend and I'm sure as hell not gonna do shit to prove that wrong."

"You're fucking cruel! She never did shit to you." Jonathan says, but Eddie ignores him completely.

"Y/n." His face softens, but turns into a strange, bitter expression. "Wanna finally know the mystery reason you're all foaming at the mouth over?"

You're blinking back hot tears, deadpanning throughout this conversation.

"I hated you so fucking much I began to fall in love with you. And I hated you even more for doing that to me."

And suddenly, the world stops.

Jonathan isn't trying to call him off anymore.

Steve isn't trying to reassure you anymore.

"Fuck you, Eddie." You hiss, venom in your words and fire in your stomach. "If you thought that would give you rhyme or reason to the way you treated me, you're dead fucking wrong. And this discussion is over. You’re shit to me."

"You don't get to talk to me like that!" His voice raises ever so slightly.

"Why? Is it gonna make you love me more?" You turn and leave, Steve and Jonathan calling after you while Eddie stays there, stunned.

You find Nancy. You don't want to cause any trouble- you just want to have a good night. But what you don't expect is the few minutes later where Eddie is begging to talk to you.

"Y/n. Please, let me explain that better." He says, almost whining in desperation.

"Nah. I heard enough for one night Eds." You brush him off, dismissing Nancy's confused face. "Leave me alone. I'm serious."

"So am I." And he sounds... Different. You can't explain it, and by Nancy's shocked look, you're right in your assumption that he's genuinely upset.

"Okay. But inside." You let him lead you to the kitchen, but it's too crowded. The upstairs bedrooms and bathrooms are… Occupied, to say the least.

"My car. If that's alright?" He asks.

"Fine, but you better not try to drive off and bury me somewhere." You huff.

"Yeah yeah, thanks for having faith in me." He leads you to his van, and the tinted windows stir something in you.

Eddie gets in the drivers seat and you get into the passenger's side.

His eyes are unable to meet yours. "I meant all that as in..." He takes a long inhale before starting. "Everything you did and said was perfect. Effortless. And though it made me that much more jealous, it also made me that much more interested in you. I know you don't want to hear it. But I was in love with you for a while. And something about seeing you go off and do your own thing without me being able to tell you made me angry."

You don't respond, but your face softens the slightest bit.

"I shouldn't have been an asshole to you. I fucked up beyond repair. I would have loved to be your friend in highschool at the very least, and I know I ruined that. But I at least want to apologize."

You're shocked. Hearing Eddie talk to you without yelling is one thing, but him apologizing is another.

"Oh..." You look down, at his hands, the shift lever, anything but him. "I didn't know any of that."

"Duh. No one did. Not Nance, Jonathan, Steve or even Argyle."

"I guess I have something to tell you, too." You aren't really thinking, but you don't really care.

"You don't have to share anything. I just... I've fucked up. And I'm sorry."

"No no... It's gonna take a bit to get over it, but I'm not gonna hold it against you." Your hand absentmindedly finds its way onto his knee, but he doesn't move or try to stop you.

"Thanks... What did you want to tell me?"

You lean in closer, further sealing the already little distance you had between the two of you.

"I liked you a lot in highschool. I don't think I ever got over it. Even when you hated me."

"Oh..." He looks ashamed of himself. Ashamed of taking out all of his bullshit on you.

"Hm?" You're inching close as he looks at your lips. He wants this so badly, but he feels too guilty. He probably should, but you don't want to focus on that right now.

"Can I?" He asks- and it almost sounds like he didn't mean to. He's embarassed.

"Please." Your voices are low. The sounds of chatter and music coming from outside are muffled to a soothing volume. Moonlight spills into his car, highlighting the emotions on his face in ways you don't recall ever seeing.

He wastes no time fufilling both your wishes and kisses you. It's feather-light at first, like he's afraid, or like he believes he doesn't deserve this.

But that reservation- that initial shyness melts away when he feels that hand that was on his knee rest on his thigh.

He pulls away first, speechless.

Before he can think of something to say, you kiss him this time. You can feel his demeanor soften into something far more gentle than the Eddie you just yelled at.

You shift a little, a groan accidentally escaping your lips.

The tone changes.

The atmosphere around you two morphs into something tinged with desparation and anticipation.

Eddie slides a hand up to your neck, leaving it just below until your hand is on his, guiding it to where he meant to put it.

You're pawing at his crotch, waiting for him to get the memo when he pulls away.

"Y/n."

"What?"

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He looks serious.

"Yes. I am."

"I've been known to get uh. Aggressive. If that's not your thing-"

"Eds, I think we both know that's my thing."

His eyes widen at your confidence. "Alright, shit."

He's hard now, a sense of pride seeping into you. He hated you and now he's putty in your hands.

Or so you thought.

"So the fuck are you waiting for?" He huffs, and you give him a smile before unzipping his jeans.

Eddie helps you slide his boxers down, and you can immediately see why he was so impatient.

You start by stroking your thumb across his tip just to tease him.

"Fucking suck it, don't keep me waiting."

You lower your head, taking the base of his cock in your hand. Eddie watches you drag your tongue up his shaft, and any sort of composure he had melts away. His hand is buried in your hair, the other gripping the seat.

You're bobbing your head on his cock, twisting your hand at the base in rhythm with your mouth and sending lightning bolts up his spine.

"Fuck, takin it so well, like the fuckin' whore you are." His hips are bucking into your mouth, his hand is involuntarily gripping the leather seat, and it's almost difficult to take him seriously when he's like this. "So good..."

The balance he's created of praise and aggression has you reeling, aiming to please him. You find a speed that drives him crazy, getting all sorts of moans and whimpers from him before his knuckles turn white.

“Don’t fucking stop- I’m gonna-“

"Shit shit shit-" Eddie groans, deep and raspy before he cums in your mouth. You swallow, slowly removing your mouth from him. “Fuck.” He pants.

"Get in the back." His voice is low.

"And if I don't?"

"Then holding you down when I... Return the favor won't be as comfortable, hm? Now get in the fucking back."

You swing your legs over the compartment separating the seats when Eddie follows, putting the seat down low so you can lay down (and so no one sees you).

He's on top of you, kissing your neck and biting the untouched flesh beneath it. The van is silent save for the heavy breathing and shuffling between the two of you. God, even his hickeys feel amazing.

"Eddie..." Your voice is impossibly small.

"Hm?" He looks at you, and you suddenly become aware that he's kneeling between your legs.

"Takin' too long." You're so soaked you're aching, and he's having the time of his life.

"My apologies, princess." A smirk that could only mean mischief spreads across his face. "Need to have it your way, huh?" He drags your shorts off of you, and paused when he notices the wet patch on your panties.

"Fucking soaked already? Wouldn't expect anything less from a slut like you. I bet seeing me pissed off earlier is what did it for you, hm?"

"Sh-Shut up. Asshole."

You also become very aware that he's seeing this.

Out of embarassment, you clamp your legs shut, though all you want is for him to pry them open and fuck your brains out.

"Wait, we don't have to do this." He says, a worried look on his face.

"G-God, please stop waiting, I need this so b-badly."

"Oh... I see." His hands are on both your knees, spreading your legs as wide as they'll go. "Would be a shame if I kept you waiting then, huh pretty girl?"

His thumb circles your clit through the fabric while his other hand presses on your thigh so you can't move your legs again.

The sensation- even through your underwear is sending shivers up your spine.

"Got some pretty thighs, hun." He grabs the flesh of your thigh before squeezing, enamored by the moan it causes from you.

"God, too easy." He snickers, and slides your underwear off.

He lowers himself to sit on his knees, and pulls you forward by your thighs. Your legs hang over his shoulders.

"'Course you'd have such a perfect fuckin' pussy, fuckin' dripping for me."

"Fuck, Eddie." You're squirming with impatience.

He flashes a smile once more before dragging his tongue up your slit, kissing and sucking at your clit.

"Oh shit." Your breathing quickens. You're gripping the seat. Your legs are involuntarily shaking and moving against him. And he doesn't mind a bit. Eddie drinks you up, secretly obsessed with the way you sound.

His tongue is working magic on your aching pussy. He's licking up every drop that spills out of you, latching his mouth onto your clit periodically to suck at the bundle of nerves.

Whimpers and yells of pleasure fill the van, much louder than he was. He's got a death grip on your thighs, and the bruising pain feels fucking amazing to you.

"Tastes so good, Y/n." There's an excitement in his eyes when he sees you like this- your back arching, your eyes closed tight.

The feeling of his tongue dragging up and down, the feeling of his mouth on your clit, it's sending you into overdrive.

You barely have time to tell him you're going to cum before you do, and he watches the lewd fluid gush out of you before licking it up.

"You ready?" He stands, hovering over you as his cock rests in one hand.

"Mhm." You nod frantically, unable to focus on real words.

"I'm gonna need something better than that." He says, the tip of his cock barely pushing into you.

"Yes! Please!"

"Please, huh? Didn't think you were that desperate..." His hand is still around his cock before he taps your swollen clit with it, and you jolt in response. He does it again, taking in the reaction he's getting from you.

You yelp and gasp with every tap before he starts stroking your clit with his cock. You're dripping and aching for him, but he won't give in. He continues to make strokes before abruptly stopping, and the lack of friction is driving you crazy.

"St-Stick it in, please?" You whimper, and the lust in his eyes is even more apparent now.

"So impatient, sweet thing. Want my cock? Need it?"

You nod desperately, almost shivering with anticipation.

"Mm... Okay."

He pushes the tip in at first, and your tense body immediately relaxes. He slowly pushes the rest of him in, a long moan escaping the two of you- evaporating any built up frustration.

Then, he takes his cock out- slowly. And it's enough to make you cum right then and there before his tip goes back in. Only this time, he slowly enters halfway before slamming the rest of him inside you.

"Fuck!" You yell, hips involuntarily bucking against his cock. He repeats this over and over again, refusing to let you collect yourself. Each time he slams into you a yelp escapes your lips, another shock is sent through your body and another star is added to your vision.

"So hot, feels so good around me." His voice is raspy, desperate, hungry. His strokes go to a normal, rough pace with no intentions of slowing down now that he's done torturing the both of you.

Your legs shake around his hips as you can barely contain yourself. Eddie's hands wander, squeezing your thighs, digging his nails into your hips, choking you. He's rough with you, but not in a way that's careless. In a way that's excited. Desperate. Fiery.

"Takin' me in so well, doin' such a good job for the mindless whore you are." You turn your head to the side before his hand grabs your cheeks, forcing you to look at him. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, slut. Especially if I'm talking about you. Betcha' like that, huh?"

"Too much-" is all you can muster before you're cut off by your own moans. His pace hasn't slowed down at all. "E-Eds, feels so good- Fuck."

"Oh I know, hun, but you're doing so good." His voice is gentle and it sends butterflies in your stomach.

His deep voice shakes you, and his strokes lose rhythm a slight bit. His eyes are latched onto you- your face, your hands desperately clinging onto him.

Your hands scramble, arms hooking around his neck. He cranes his neck down, biting your neck and leaving marks.

“E-Eds-“ Pain sears your neck and it feels like electricity. Your body is on fire and your mind is mush. All you can feel, all you can think about is Eddie.

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you orgasm, hips bucking from sensitivity one more time as you ride out your high. Eddie follows soon after, shivering and cursing under his breath.

"God-fuck." You murmur, unable to think.

"Yeah." Eddie responds, and a smile creeps along his lips. "What a way to end a feud though, right?"

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