Hi! I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a rin scenario whrre thr reader his gf is a global pop sensation but she gets a crazy amount of hate from his female soccer fans just because she’s only half Japanese half smth else dont need to specify that.
It ends up with her sniffling and rin being one pissed bf. Fluff slight angst and overall a cute story about overcoming obstacles.
She's mine. Cry Harder
When you're attacked online for not being Japanese, Rin finds out and makes it clear you're the only one he wants, no matter what anyone says.
You didn't expect it to hurt this much.
Not after all these years in the spotlight.
Not after surviving critics, rival stans, tabloids, paparazzi, and having your private life dissected like it was entertainment.
But this… this is different.Because this isn't about your music. Your image. Your brand.
This is about who you are— your roots, your blood. Something you never chose.
And somehow, that's what makes it crueler.
You sit alone in the quiet room tucked beneath the stadium the one reserved for player families and partners, elbows propped on your knees, phone balanced in both hands like it's something sacred. Or radioactive.
You shouldn't be checking it. Rin's match just ended, and he's probably headed toward the locker room right now. You promised yourself you'd stay off social media tonight. Let him enjoy the win. But curiosity is a sharp knife, and tonight, you press against the blade.
The trending tag is the first thing you see.
#RinDeservesBetter
Your stomach clenches.
You tap it. You shouldn't. But you do.
"She's not even Japanese. No wonder she's clinging to him for validation."
"It's embarrassing how low his standards are."
"We all know she's using his fame to stay relevant in Japan."
"Real Japanese girls love Rin without needing attention."
"You'll never be one of us. He'll wake up eventually."
Thousands of quote tweets. Edits with other women replacing your face beside Rin's. Old clips of him looking tired, cold, focused — being re-captioned to twist a new narrative: that he regrets you. That he's only with you because he's too emotionally stunted to leave.
You swipe down again. Another comment, sharp as a bullet:
"He could have anyone. Why her?"
And even though you've read worse, even though you're used to this, something about that one… it hits bone.
You lock your phone and press it face-down against your thigh.
The door opens behind you.
You already know it's him.
His footsteps are distinct — heavy but quiet, sharp like the way he plays. You don't lift your head as he enters. Don't speak as he crosses the room. You hear the locker room key drop onto the table, followed by the rustle of his duffel bag sliding off his shoulder.
He stands there, still in his jersey. Damp from shower. Breath steady.
You feel his eyes on you.
"You didn't come watch the match."
His voice is flat, low, but not unkind. Just observant.
You finally look up.
"I saw it from the screen in here," you say softly. "You played well."
Rin narrows his eyes slightly, jaw shifting. He studies your face, then the way your fingers fidget over your phone like it's burning you.
"What happened?"
Your breath stutters. "Nothing."
"Bullshit."
You flinch at the way he says it. Not loudly. But like he's already decided he'll get the truth.
Rin steps forward slowly, kneels in front of you so you're face to face. His palm touches your knee, grounding you.
"Tell me," he says again, voice even quieter now. "What did they do?"
You try to smile. "Don't worry about it, Rin. Really. I can handle a few tweets."
But he's already reaching for your phone.
You hesitate.
"Rin—"
He lifts his head. Just a look.
That look.
The one that stops you cold, the one that reminds you who he is on the field— calm, calculating, merciless.
You give him the phone.
He opens it, taps into the notifications, scrolls.
Silence stretches. You study his face as his eyes scan the comments. His breathing doesn't change. His mouth doesn't twitch. He doesn't curse, doesn't flinch. But you see it anyway, the way his knuckles tighten slightly around the phone. The flash in his eyes that screams rage.
"Do you believe any of this?" he asks suddenly, voice like steel.
"No—Rin, of course not—"
"Then why do you look like someone stabbed you?"
You bite the inside of your cheek. "Because they did."
That makes him pause.
And then—he stands.
For a second, you think he's going to punch a wall. Storm out. Call someone. But instead, he pulls out his phone.
"Wait—what are you doing?"
"I'm handling it."
"Rin—"
"I'm not asking," he says flatly, not even looking up. "I'm done watching them talk like that about you."
Your heart races. "Rin, I don't want people saying you're being controlled by your girlfriend, or—"
"If they think I care what people say, they don't know who the fuck I am."
That shuts you up.
He continues typing something on his verified account, the one with millions of followers, his official account.
A photo. A candid one you took of each other weeks ago. You're in his hoodie, sunglasses crooked, kissing his jaw while he rolls his eyes at the camera.
He attaches it.
Caption:
She's mine. Cry harder.
He presses post.
You stare at him, stunned. "You… really don't care what they'll say?"
Rin looks down at you again — calm, composed, eyes burning like coals.
"I care what you feel when you read shit like that."
He crouches again, this time closer, hands on either side of your legs. "I care that you sat in here, alone, thinking you're not enough for me. When you're the only person I've ever wanted."
Your throat tightens. "It's just so exhausting, Rin. They'll keep going. They'll pick everything apart. My race. My voice. My face. Everything I'm not."
"Then I'll keep reminding them," he whispers, leaning in, "that they lost. That you're the one who has me. And that nothing they do will ever change that."
The emotion in your chest swells, heavy and hot and aching.
"You're not ashamed of me?" you ask quietly.
He stares at you like you just insulted him.
"Ashamed?"
His hand comes up to your face, thumb brushing your cheek.
"You could be made of stardust and thunder, and they'd still find something to hate."
His voice lowers, lashes shadowing those sea-glass eyes.
"But they don't matter. You do."
You don't know what makes the tears fall — the words, or the way he says them. Like there's no debate. Like he's already carved you into the foundation of his world.
You curl into him, arms wrapping around his neck, pressing your face into his shoulder.
He holds you close.
So close it's like he wants to shield you from the entire planet.
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I’ve got a funny Shadow x Reader idea where on the surface the reader seems like a sweet average mobian but then shadow walks into their room to find out that reader is basically the definition of what parents of the 80s called ‘Satanic panic’ so they listen to heavy metal, lots of death and demon imagery and lots of black, wear chains,leather jackets etc etc you get the point
“Satanic Panic (Oh Wait, It’s Just [Name])”
Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader
Requested: Yes (by an anon).
Description: You were just the average mobian. Well, on the outside, at least. Only a select few people knew what you were truly like, and your partner was about to be one of them.
Notes: I am- so so sorry that this request is like 8 months old- I’m getting to them! I promise! College is just a lot 😅
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“You’re such a sweetheart, [Name]!”
“Aw! So sweeet!”
Those were a couple of things people have said to you over the years. You were unbothered by their comments.
I mean, to them, you are a sweetheart!
But, ugh, it gets to be a lot sometimes…
Especially now that you have a partner, Shadow the Hedgehog.
“You’re too kind for your own good sometimes, [Name],” he’d tell you.
So here you are, in your room, changing into your alternate persona.
…Yeah, that’s basically what you call it.
Begone, pinks, reds, and warm colors!
Helloooo blacks and greys!
You throw off your clothes into a box, slippimng on your favorite black sweater, a skull on the front, your black leather jacket overtop, before putting your knife earrings in and your black eyeshadow.
You looked goth as hell, but you loved it.
You were about to put in one of your heavy metal CDs, but your door opens, your partner walking in.
“[Name], can we- Oh.”
You pause mid-movement, looking at him with your mouth in a straight line, a bead of sweat rolling down your head with a nervous expression on your face.
“Uh…surprise…? Hehe…” You push your box of “sweet” clothing under your bed with your foot, chuckling nervously. “What, er- did you need?”
“Nevermind that. I didn’t know you were into such…”
Your gaze falls to your many posters. “Graphic imagery?”
“Hmph.”
“You’re not, uh, mad I didn’t tell you, are you?”
Shadow shakes his head. “Start wearing those outfits more often. You look good.”
Your face flushes red, with you rubbing the back of your neck. “Noted.” You hold up the CD. “You, uh…wanna listen with me?”
Shadow chuckles. “Sure.”
You let out a quiet sigh of relief.
You were glad that he understood.
Now you don’t need to hide your true self from him anymore!
Maybe you can convince him one day to wear black lipstick with you…
[Small Angst And Fluff] Kar'dokh X Female! Human Reader Different Universe
WARNING
This story will contain A small amount of Slight Angst (Missing of home), Yautja being Yautja, and Mentions of Vomiting
A small hum escaped from [Name] as she sat in her room, sitting by her desk while writing down notes and having a collection of figures, DVDs, and such from her favorite movie franchise, the Predator movies. A franchise that she watched during her teenage years, and it was also her father who got her into it in the first place, for which she was thankful. [Name] runs a hand through her [Hair Length] [Hair Color] hair, although she pushes herself away from her desk to stretch her limbs out.
Hearing a few cracks as she shook her head softly, her [Eye Color] eyes were focused on the notes that she had written down for herself, mostly a list of chores that she needed to do before she forgot about them. [Name] soon rolled away from her desk as she got up and stretched her legs out again, shaking her head softly. I need to get food. She thought to herself while walking over to the door, opening it, and walking out of her room, as she closed her door behind her, and she walked downstairs.
Once arriving at the kitchen, which shares the same room as the living room, and has much easier access to the fridge and stove. Opening the freezer to see what she could heat in the microwave, tapping on the handle of the freezer door, and scanning the freezer as she soon reached in to grab a ready breakfast meal, tearing up the box and pulling out a bowl of eggs, bacon bits, and cheese that’s already prepared and needs to heat up. “This will do,” [Name] mutters to herself, poking a few holes in the plastic lid before placing the bowl in the microwave.
[Name] opens a drawer to grab a fork and puts it on top of the counter, taking a deep breath, making a mental note to herself that she needs to make a grocery list whenever she goes to the store since she’s running low on supplies. Only become startled by the microwave’s timer, making her let out a sigh as she rests her hand on her chest, calming down her racing heart since she wasn’t paying any attention due to having other things on her mind. Once she grabs her food and fork, she heads back upstairs to watch a show while she eats.
Eating her breakfast meal, [Name] had put on a random show that she wasn’t even paying attention to. Taking the last bite of her meal, she put the fork down and leaned against her chair while taking a deep breath and sighing softly, turning off the show as she picked up a pen and started writing on a sticky note. The grocery list itself was small since she only needed a few things like drinks, snacks, and cleaning supplies. However, she became unaware that a portal had opened up behind her.
“What the hell?” [Name] looked behind her when she noticed it in her motor’s screen, making her turn her chair around to face the said portal. Her eyes narrowed with confusion and concern, unsure of how a magical portal appeared in her room, trying to think if she was dreaming or if it was real. Pinching herself, which hurts as she rubs her arm softly. “Okay… I’m not dreaming,” She mumbles softly, still rubbing her now sore arm that she pinched. Only to feel like she was getting dragged into the portal by force, which she was.
Entering a portal that just opened and being dragged into by an unknown force, [Name] could only close her eyes when she entered while covering her ears. However, a small yelp escaped from her lips as she landed on solid ground, which was a painful landing. Even though she had cursed the portal through her teeth as she slowly got up, trying to shake off the painful landing and the nausea that was building up. [Name] shook her head softly, pushing away the nausea and regaining her footing.
“What’s an Ooman doing here?” One of the few clan leaders stood from their seat, having witnessed a human fall out of a portal. While others believed it was some kind of trick, some of the guards had their weapons ready and pointed at the intruder. “Wait! I don’t mean any harm!” The room fell silent when the human female spoke in their language, which may have saved her life as her eyes watched the guards and the other clan Elders look at each other, confused and lost at the same time.
One of the elders was the first to break the silence, keeping their eyes on [Name], mostly studying her body language and movements. “How do you know our language, Ooman?” They ask, keeping their eyes on the female before them. “In my universe, I learnt it from the internet and the movies…” She didn’t know how to explain things very well, and being dragged into a different universe wasn’t on her bingo card, along with meeting the Yautja clan leaders.
Silence once again fell upon the room as a few or almost all of them stayed silent this time around. Do they believe a human that somehow appeared in front of them, even though she fell out of the portal? “What’s your name, Ooman?” An elder male Yautja asked, at least that’s what the [Hair Color] [Hair Length] woman thought. “My name is [Name],” She replied to the elder male clan leader. “What do you think, Kar’Dokh?” All the leaders looked over to the Yautja that was named Kar’Dokh.
Kar’Dokh had gotten up from his spot and approached [Name], looking over the human woman before returning to the table, having his arms folded to his chest. “If she’s telling the truth, and there’s no way for her to return to her own ‘Universe’, she must prove herself worthy to become a warrior.” He looked at his fellow clan leaders; surely that was agreeable for them to settle with. “Very well, I agree with this arrangement.” The elder clan leader nods her head in agreement with the others.
“Prove myself? How am I going to do that?” [Name] asked with a confused tone, even though she had watched the movies and read the comics, about how some un-bloods had to prove themselves on a worthy hunt, at least that’s how she understood proving oneself, that’s worthy to be a warrior and be recognized by the clan leaders. “A worthy hunt, test your will to survive, that’s how un-blooded will earn the rank of new blood.” A second elder clan reader replied to her question.
[Name] had gone through training with some un-bloods before she could do any hunts that would test her limits and her will to survive a gruesome hunt. Kar’Dokh had become interested in her when she had proven herself worthy, even though she didn’t seem interested in him, as she would ignore his way of courting her. “Kar’Dokh, I am a human. Don’t you want to court one of the females of your own kind?” She asked while her arms were folded to her chest.
“You’re the one who caught my interest, Ooman.” He pointed out that she was the one that he was interested in, even though [Name] wasn’t exactly sure if humans and Yautja were compatible. “I’m not even sure if we’re compatible,” She just stares at him as her [Eye Color] eyes narrowed softly, surely that her mind was somewhere else, for that matter, as she’s been thinking about her home, family, and friends. “Of course…” She rubs her forehead softly while shaking her head.
-Timeskip-
Something felt off as [Name] had noticed that she had been moody and mostly going to the bathroom in the morning to vomit, making her want to visit one of the few healers that may or may not know the answers. Of course, she had met other humans who were partners with some of the Yautja warriors; they seemed to have adapted in their new surroundings. However for her, she still feels homesick due to missing her family and friends, who might think that she either passed away or got kidnapped.
“[Name]! You look very pale, are you feeling alright?” A human female voice caught the [Hair Color] female off guard, making her look up to her fellow warrior and clan member. “Ah, sorry. I’m not in the right mind space…” [Name] replied to the other female, who frowned at the answer. “I really haven’t been feeling well…” She added, watching her friend nod her head softly with a sympathetic smile. “I hope you feel well soon, maybe speak with one of the healers, they might help you out.” The female waved her hand before walking away.
Shifting softly as [Name] walked to where most of the Yautja healers would be, even though she learn that some of them would be females, but also she saw some warriors that were female; but it’s hard to tell the difference, except for the size, since females tend to be bigger than the males. “Bhu’Ja? Are you here?” She called one of the healers whom she trusted the most, watching as a darkish gray yautja came out from another room. “[Name], how may I help you?” Bhu’Ja asks; she never had anyone come to see her unless it was a wounded warrior or something else.
“I hope I didn’t disturb you, Bhu’Ja… But I feel very off lately, and I want to see if you can help me.” She replied to the healer, hearing Bhu’Ja let out a small clicking sound as she led the human female to a table to sit on while she examined her. “What seems to be the problem?” The Darkish-gray female Yautja asked, hearing what [Name] had noticed in her change of behavior and the morning sickness that she encountered this morning before she came to see the healer.
“You’re with child, [Name].” Bhu’Ja watched as [Name]’s face became pale when she mentioned that she was with child. “H-How is that possible? I didn’t think that we humans were compatible to carry Yautja offspring…” She mumbles softly, only flinching when she hears footsteps that belong to a certain Yautja. “Strange world that we live in,” Bhu’Ja noticed Kar’Dokh had entered the building that they were in. “I heard that you came here…” Kar’Dokh stopped his sentence when he noticed that [Name] had pointed her finger at him.
“You!” She didn’t seem exactly happy, but who could blame her, as her moods haven’t been the greatest, and now she had found out that she was with child. That child is Kar’Dokh’s after all, since she had given up and decided to be his human partner. “Easy, she’s with child.” Bhu’Ja let out a small but silent chuckle, watching as the elder picked up his human mate, although making sure he was gentle. “You’re with child, this is great news.” The elder had put his mate back on the ground, only earning a glare from her.
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Hello! I want to say that this took me a while to finish because I was having some issues with some personal things that I won't address here.
This was requested by: Loo-Looland
Word Count: 1,840
Also, Bhu'Ja is my Yautja character. I kind of forgot that I had her, and I was planning on redoing her character template (or character sheet, as some of you may call it).
Please please please with a cherry on top! I am in NEED of a thigh fuck with Raph xFemReader. I’ve had this scene stuck in my head of Raph and his girl making out and she’s finally had enough of him pushing her away when she’s about to bust so she straddles him on the lair couch. They’ve only made out with some semi-heavy petting before he pulls away and gets all “tough” and tries to change the subject. She’s a needy woman and she needs some attention and validation or at least an explanation as to why he’s so hesitant. She doesn’t get it because she’s been after him forever & now that she has him she’s not about to let him go. This could be completely filthy ❤️🔥 I just need my big boy to come undone (pun intended) No pressure but I just love your writing & have been going through and rereading all of your amazing stories! — Much love, Phera
Ngl this has been festering my noggin for a while because I’ve been in a big Raph mood lately. I hope you don’t mind but this is a combination of something I’ve been working on with like a portion of your request into it but I think you’ll enjoy it nonetheless.
Rated Explicit (18+ only)
Raphael always found the word “obsessed” to be a tad too exaggerated.
Whenever Donnie said he was obsessed with some new tech thing, or Mikey was obsessed with a new song, or even Leo was obsessed with some new form of meditation.
Obsessed sounded too big of an adjective to explain it.
Raph didn’t consider himself obsessed with his workouts or even knitting. He liked them sure, maybe even loved them because they brought some semblance of balance to an already complicated brain. But obsessed felt too outrageous of a word.
That all went to hell the second his eyes had landed on yours. Because suddenly the word began to ring out loudly in his brain in blood red caution style letters. Something chemically switched in his brain the very moment you had spoken. He felt sweaty, clammy and downright sick to his stomach.
How many hours in the day could somebody think about another person?
He felt like his ass was going numb from sitting on the bench thing long contemplating this situation. He’d only done one rep of his bench presses when he had to sit up and breathe and quiet his mind.
You were April’s friend, her latest and most stable roommate and somehow the idea of mutants in the sewers had been easier to swallow than he could ever hope for in human reactions.
He felt pathetic, a little dirty but overall weightless whenever you were near by. You’d stepped in several times to help whenever April simply couldn’t. You’d come down with groceries, hand me downs and all sorts of necessities simply because you wanted to help. Raph wasn’t some inconsiderate chump though, he was thankful, he’d (somehow) engaged in his fair share of small talk with you.
And sure your eyes had lit up with him.
Sure there were moments he wanted to do a double take because he swore your eyes had lingered on him.
Pesky pesky pesky ‘ifs’.
Quite often the sensation of your eyes lingering on him had taken him to places he hardly entertained. He didn’t want to place you in that box, that ‘potential’ box where he wondered what a normal life could feel like. He much less wanted to stuff you in the other box.
The one where when he slept and saw nothing but your eyes and mouth and hands all over him. The one where when he woke up and felt like a fever was burning him in the very pits of hell, all because he swore he heard you moan out for him. How many ruined sheets carried your name. How many showers he’s tried to burn you off of him only to simply get off to the idea of your skin against his own.
God he was obsessed wasn’t he?
The hypocrisy alone wouldn’t mortify him.
What would kill him is if you suddenly developed mind reading powers and saw one third of his thoughts on you.
From the fruity gushy romantic ones.
To the filthy debauched images he painted daily ones.
He felt sick again.
Sicker the second you walked in the shorts you wore when summer was approaching.
You had a scar on your knee cap he wanted to taste. He saw how skin spread when you sat down, the plushness, the softest of chubbiness that had him thinking how divine it would be to wake up to those thighs crushing his face. A tremble in his hand urged him to lay a palm on your thigh, just to touch, just to get a taste of human flesh against his calloused scales. Raph wanted nothing more than to feel you sit on his lap and ask him if he could be a good boy for you and-
“Yo bro if you ain’t taking a plate I’m eating it” When had Mikey gotten in front him and why was food being shoved into his face?
Oh, right, you brought dinner tonight.
He had mumbled a grunt of an apology and had poured the rest of his energy into eating.
Unbeknownst to him, you had felt that shift that could only be described as the earth shaking. Raphael wasn’t necessarily subtle, sure he’s gotten away with it a few times but there’s no way he expected you to not notice his eyes burning a hole through your thigh as you sat next to him.
And who said you couldn’t be a little cruel in your endeavors of letting him get the fucking hint that you wanted him too?
So when you had finished eating and Casey and Donnie had started up one of their heated debates, you had placed a hand on his knee to push yourself up from the couch.
You had dug just a little bit of nail.
You had let your palm slide on your way up.
If Raph could implode he would’ve.
If he could set himself on fire he would’ve lit a match by now.
That had messed him up for days. He had rutted against his pillow three nights in a row and none of it had been enough to silence the voice, the itch of his skin.
All it had done was open his eyes a little wider, to watch you like a damn hawk.
And he began to notice things. Notice the little games you played with him.
From the way you crossed your legs when his green eyes landed on you. To the way your smile felt just mischievous enough to let him know he had been had.
You knew.
God, could you read his thoughts?
He had been tasked one evening to walk you to the exit of the Lair. It wasn’t too late, but work and deadlines were impeding you from torturing him longer this evening. He had quietly gotten you to the latter that led closest to your place.
“Ya let us know when ya make it home safe” Came that gruff voice of his, that almost constipated pit nesting in his stomach. Just before your hands could grip the ladder, you had gripped the length of the white cloth that adorned his shorts. You twirled the fabric, gentle twists and a knowing smile that made him hold his breath.
“And you let me know the next time you’re thinking of me at night. I think we’re past this little game.” You didn’t give him a second to recover let alone form a coherent sentence before you were up the ladder and gone.
Raphael looked up, the beam of light as the cover was opened to allow you out into the buzzing city. It felt too much of a spotlight highlighting his desires. You watched him down below, the shadows hiding just enough but not the stunned hungry look. If he were a religious man, he could say that you looked like a god, above him all knowing and with the power to turn him into ash.
And how he wanted to fall to his knees and pray in between your legs.
He hadn’t slept that night.
He had watched the ceiling of his and Mikey’s shared room and contemplated your words. He turned them over and over, examined every vowel and consonant. He tasted the sounds in his mouth. Your haughty smile as the wind blew a few strands of hair.
He lasted a week.
Seven days of self loathing.
A hundred and sixty eight hours of working up the courage.
Ten thousand and eighty minutes of wanting to even the playing field.
So on that last day, last hour, last minute, he had snuck out after patrol and a shower and headed to your apartment. He had climbed up the fire escape with every intention of telling you how evil you were for making him so obsessed.
His simply texted,
‘Window.’
His tried to mask a neutral face as you pulled back the curtains and found him crouched there.
The second you smiled though…
He had lost.
You lifted the window open and rested your hands on the windowsill.
“Couldn’t stop thinking of me?” Your words stabbed him, and he loved it.
He wanted to snarl, wanted to show you that this was stupid of you to even consider. So when he moved forward, brought his face close to yours, you didn’t flinch.
“Don’t be such a coward and show me what kept you up this late?” Your warm breath caressed his scarred lips.
Raph blinked, taken aback on how easily you had taken hold of him. When your hand reached up, knuckles caressing his jaw before they rested on the lip of his plastron, he closed the distance with an innocent kiss. A pressing of lips that froze him against your mouth. He felt that hand run up his neck, a scratch of your nails bringing some life back to him as your lips moved against his own.
Just as his mouth began to catch up, to lose itself against the wetness of your tongue you had backed up into the room and beckoned him inside the living room.
And like a trained pet he slid inside and felt smaller than he had ever imagined he could.
And god, he loved it.
He let you lead him to the couch, watched obsessively as you straddled his lap and kissed him with every intention of devouring all the secrets he possessed inside of him. He can’t and won’t be able to forget the sensation of your hands grabbing his own and letting them hover over your chest.
“Do you want me? Do you want to keep doing this?” You had asked cautiously, adamant in letting him know this could stop the second he felt it needed to. It took every power in him to not yell out a resounding and firm ‘yes’.
“Good, that’s a good boy” And fuck his dick twitched and almost came undone right then and there. He felt his hands cup your breast, the soft tender flesh from above your sleep shirt, just as you rolled your hips against his painfully hard erection.
Between the kisses he groaned out a desire.
“Wanna feel more of ya, can I?” He whispered it against the corner of your mouth as desperate as he ever could.
Your reply came in the simple gesture of lifting your shirt and your reward came in the form of hungry eyes and lips finding your breasts.
He was gutted, how could something this beautiful also be perfect and soft and right now against his lips?
Raph felt your hand on the back of his head and the quiet little yelp as he bit down gently on your nipple almost be his second undoing of the night. He kissed the perked bud, wrapped his tongue around it and savored the texture, the taste, the way that with each suction you grew needier and wetter.
He could feel you so perfectly through the fabric of your underwear just gush against his clothed crotch. His hands held your waist as he devoured your other breast and delighted ‘ha!’ escaped your lips when he his bit down just a little harder than before. Raph’s eyes looked up, the flush pink of your neck, the sweat starting to form.
The two of you still needed to be quiet, you weren’t alone after all.
And this was simply still a taste of things to come.
“I want you, so fucking bad, but not here, not like this” You kissed it up his neck, felt those big hands grip your rear. His eyes held confusion and a stupor that could only mean he was drunk off of this.
“We’re gonna be a little creative and very very quiet” Your hands rested on his shoulders, to which allowed yourself the luxury of a good firm squeeze to the muscle. God he was a fucking sight to behold.
With a remorseful push you got up on wobbly legs and slid your underwear down and off. He had followed the path, mesmerized and hungry. Just to tease, just to be the cruel god you could be, you rubbed along your folds, gathered slick and offered up to his willing and devout lips. He sucked greedily, loved the way you slowly pulled out the digits from his mouth.
Next to his spot you climbed on the couch and rested against the backrest and urged him closer. “Y/n I um, I’m too big-“ And he wanted to cringe at the admission that there was no way this could happen like this without some lube and patience.
“Thighs, use my thighs Raphie” That stupid name sounded like salvation when spoken in your voice. Nervously but ever so in need he settled behind you, pushed his shorts past his hips and saw the mess he had become due to you, much like he did on nights.
His hands ran up the globes of your cheeks and found your waist. He slid himself between the thighs he had dreamt off for far too long and just as he hoped, they felt better than he could ever imagine. “Oh-fuck…” Was his breathless response to the first slide, your thighs locked up as tight as they could be. The move allowed his cock to perfectly slide along your core, rub against your clit and you tighten your lips in a muffled moan.
The next thrust wasn’t as gentle, as slow. But enough to have his navel slap against your rear in that all to familiar lewd slap he often heard in ‘videos.’
He fell slightly forward, massive arms wrapped around your stomach and lips at the top of your head. “God, Y/n, fucking wanted this” He grunted against the crown of your head. “Me too baby, me too” You braced yourself better, if he was like this…
The thought alone made your toes curl as he began to thrust, building a rhythm that had the two of you on the brink of screwing up and moaning louder than allowed. A hand clasped down on your breast as the couch began to protest with the force of his movements.
“Come on Raphie, just like you dreamt of, do just like you’ve always wanted to” You turned your head, did your best to catch a glimpse of his debauched features as he thrusted faster, that squelching sound combined with your moans making him lose control.
“Shit-I’m gonna…” He buried his face against the back of your neck.
“Do it, do it for me, make a mess” Your own undoing so close you could taste it.
It’s a gut punch, it’s like a bomb going off in his chest and stomach all at once. It’s the hardest he has ever cum, and he’s clutching you and not a pillow for once. He can feel it mix in with your own release, feel it drip down against your thighs and shot against the couch. He feels you slap against him as you ride your own wave whilst biting down on your forearm.
He feels dizzy, tired and drained.
He feels you against him. Sticky and sweaty and panting.
Take Me Back To The Night We Met -Jamie Campbell Bower (One-Shot)
Summary: Y/n had been a part of Jamie's life for over a decade. She had been with him through thick and thin and was considered one of his closest friends. But suddenly, she wasn't the young girl he once remembered, and instead, he realizes that perhaps what he had been feeling for her wasn't so platonic anymore.
Prompt: "Take Me Back To The Night We Met"
Requested: By Anon
He could still remember the night he met her. He was just a teenager back then. Out with his bandmates at the local fair. It was nighttime and the air was filled with the scent of funnal cakes, cotton candy, and burgers. Children ran and bumped into other people as their parents trailed behind; groups of people milling around stations filled with carnival games that were expensive and rigged to play and among it all there she stood at the cotton candy stand. She was so pretty as she stood beneath all the lights as they illuminated her face. The smile and laughter that spilled from her erupted the butterflies in his stomach as he watched her from afar as she walked away from the snack stand with her two friends she had been speaking with. Jamie thought she was cute and so did his bandmates but he didn't have the courage to go up to her; he wasn't used making the effort to go talk to a stranger when all he knew were girls throwing themselves at him once they realized who he was. But she was different. He swore his heart nearly stopped when the girl turned towards him and his group and waved excitedly. He'd thought she was looking at him so he'd waved back almost shyly but that feeling dimmed when he realized that she was not in fact looking at him but another friend who rushed past him and his friends to hug her. A wistful expression crossed his face as he watched them talking animately as they rushed away pointing at something in the distance.
Jamie never believed in love at first sight until he'd seen her and for the rest of that night he'd kicked himself for letting her go. That was until he went to ride a fair ride. His group had too many people so he was the odd man left out of pairs. As if the gods were listening to him he was placed in the only opening seat up front right next to the very pretty girl he'd been thinking about all night long. She was not a fan of rollercoasters; that much was a given as the ride began to start and a panicked squeak left her and her knuckles were white as marble around the handles of the harness. Jamie hadn't known what he had been thinking back then as he reached out his hand to her with a smile. His heart thumping a mile a minute as those pretty eyes had finally focused on him seconds before they plummeted over the edge of the rollercoaster. Her hand snatched onto his as a scream left her throat as they dropped and all he remembered was feeling the warmth and strength of her grip on his hand as they zoomed across the tracks.
He hated that rollercoaster but it had brought him Y/n into his life and well, perhaps he didn't hate the memory after all even when he'd gotten off that ride still clutching her hand that shook like a leaf within his grasp. That night was a good decade ago and they were still going strong. They never dated but he had watched his friend developed from a teen into something more beautiful and artistic than he could have ever dreamed. At first, he didn't look at her the way that one would look at a pretty girl; sure he as enormed by her. Devoted his attention to her whenever he could but when his music career and then his acting career began to take more and more of his life away his focused had shifted. But now, years later after all this time she was still a comforting addition in his life.
Perhaps it was the beer in his system making his brain shift but his thoughts recalled the memory of their first meeting. As he lounged against the overstuffed leather sofa in his studio basement he watched Y/n across the room as she stood leaning against the granite island with a solo cup in her hand as she spoke with one of his friends who worked with him. Her cheeks flushed with her enjoyment as she laughed at whatever his friend said and Jamie couldn't help but feel that pang of jealousy hit him square in the chest. He shouldn't feel that type of way. He was generally a laid back person but the longer he stared across the room at her the harder it got to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to storm over there and yank Y/n from his friend's presence and hoard her away in his bedroom. No no bad Jamie, that was just the alcohol talking. He blinked his blue eyes when he saw Y/n's figure walking over from across the room and the weight of the sofa bounced him as the girl plopped herself down unceremoniously into the overstuffed leather. Her eyes were twinkling with delight and amusement as they looked over at him and he couldn't help but think just how that sparkle made her seem to glow.
"What's the look for James?" she asked with a conspiritical look on her face as she leaned closer to nudge his shoulder with her own. "You look like you have been sucking on a lemon." her laughter was adorable as she cocked her head to study his face a bit.
"I'm all good darling, promise. Just relaxing." he shrugged and his answer made her squint at him and the smile to dim but not disappear.
"That's bullshit and we both know it." she lightly tapped his thigh; her face growing a little more serious as her brows furrowed. "Are you okay? Not feeling sick are you? Should I go find you a bucket before you vomit everywhere?" she asked as she reached over to place the back of her hand against his forehead.
That minimal touch sent a heat rushing through his veins and he as quick to grab her hand and pull it away but he did not let go of her. Instead, his long nimble fingers turned her palm facing him and he began tracing random patterns on the soft skin of her hand. Her gaze as concerned as she was not used to seeing him look so solomn and she wondered if the get together had finally burned out his social meter or something. She figured that must be it or just jetleg since he'd just come back from filming a day prior.
"Really Jamie you're starting to worry me, what's the matter?" Y/n questioned turning her body to face him.
Jamie noted how her body language screamed uncertainty and the way her gaze seemed keen to study his features. Her drink now forgotten on the coffee table in front of them in favor of her attention fully being placed on him. Sure, she was not the longest friend Jamie had ever had but their relationship was something special to him. He felt guilty that he'd neglected her for so long due to his filming but she acted as if his absence never happened. He loved that about her. Just how she could fall right back into the same pattern of familiarity while he was over here having a mental break down because he felt inadequate for her friendship. She seemed to know something was not right instinctually because she rose from the sofa and grabbed his hands to pull him from the leather.
"Come on, let's get some air, yeah?" she offered a familiar smile as she led a compliant Jamie by the hand past the few friends in his basement and out the back door towards his pool.
Kicking her shoes off she sat down on the edge and dipped her feet into the cold water. Looking up at him expectingly to do the same and the rockstar actor had no strength to fight her silent expectation so he took kicked off his shoes in favor of sitting on the edge of the pool with his friend.
"Alright, now that we aren't in that stuffy studio of yours," she bumped shoulders with him before reaching over to grab his beer bottle to steel a sip; oblivious to the way Jamie's blue eyes glued themselves to her mouth as her lips pressed around the rim of the brown glass. "What's gotten your pretty head all fogged up, hmm?" she finished holding out the bottle back to him while peering next to her at him with expecting eyes.
He did not speak for a minute and instead just looked down at their feet as they moved languidly in the water. The lights within the pool making the water an unearthly glow as it rippled and shifted at each disturbance of their limbs stirring the water with each gentle kick.
"Do you remember the night we met?" he suddenly asked
She took a moment to think before her soft laugh met his ears; a soft melody mingling with the sound of chirping crickets in the bushes around his home. She hummed leaning back against her palms and looked up at the blackened sky and the stars that dotted it.and a few stray clouds blocking out the view of the moon briefly.
"I do actually, you stole me away from my friends after I nearly broke your fingers on that damned ride!" she laughed again at the memory and cocked her head to the side to look at him from the corner of her eyes. "It was a summer night and the fair had been open late that night. I was there with Melody, Cara, and Alice but yet I ended up leaving with one more hitch hiker I wasn't expecting in my pocket." she teased nudging his shoulder
A soft smile tugged at his features. "Took me all night to have the courage to give you my number." his lips curled into something akin to fondness as his blue eyes turned to meet hers. "Worked out in the end aye?"
Y/n hummed in agreement and tipped her head back allowing her hair to fall behind her as she stared at the sky above. "It did work out in the end. Best decision I could ever make." she sighed quietly "Why the trip down memory lane Jamie?"
"Suppose I'm just feeling a bit nostalgic." Jamie shrugged but when he glanced at her Y/n's face twisted in a way that clearly stated she didn't believe him.
She sat up and leaned closer to him. "If you don't tell me what's on your mind pretty boy I'm going to shove your arse into this pool." she threatened half seriously and half playful as her gaze shifted to the rippling water as if emphasising her threat.
He snorted and took a sip of his beer. "You wouldn't." he replied and she fell silent a moment.
After a beat of neither of them saying anything Jamie thought perhaps the conversation had been dropped especially as Y/n rose to her feet and disappeared from view for a moment. Damn, had he been a jerk and brushed her off? Was she going back inside to flirt and chat up his friends again? Nope, he was so fucking wrong. Instead, his beer was plucked from his fingers and a hand landed on his back seconds before he was shoved headfirst into the water. When he resurfaced he shoved wet blonde hair from his face to see Y/n standing there with a hip cocked and a smirk placed on her face as she idly sipped at his stolen beverage. A twinkle of mischief in those bright eyes of hers. He couldn't find it in his heart to be pissed off that she'd just ruined his hundreds of dollar outfit with pool water; especially when he caught those eyes dragging down his form in appreciation before meeting his gaze as if nothing had happened. Had he caught her staring? He could see that question rolling in her mind as she shifted a bit uncomfortable at his unwavering eyecontact.
"That was uncalled for madam!" he finally spoke with a huff as he began walking across the pool towards her. He held out his hand with a frown. "I demand you help me out now."
Y/n knew that she shouldn't. No one could be that stupid to not expect revenge right? A part of her was thrilled at the idea so she set his beer down and bent to extend a hand to grasp his wrist. As expected, instead of allowing her help to pull him from the grips of the pool his strength yanked her strength into it's depths with a shriek of surprise. After she'd resurfaced she frantically brushed away her hair that tangled up in her mouth and face only to have her breath catch in her throat as she realized just how close Jamie was to her. So close she could count the waterdroplets on his thick lashes. His large palms gripped her waist beneath the water and pulled her up against him; her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips to keep herself afloat.
"Sorry, I forgot you weren't the strongest swimmer." his voice was soft due to the close proximity and Y/n couldn't find it in her heart to be snippy with him because firstly, it was the truth and secondly the way he was looking at her and the heat of his body against her cold skin was something else.
Her arms wrapped around his neck to keep her close to him and she could do nothing but stare up at him; fingers playing with the strands of wet blond hair plastered to his neck. She wanted to say something but she didn't know what but instead allowed herself to get lost in the depths of blue staring so intently at her. She'd never imagined Jamie would ever make a move on her after their initial meeting. At first, it was cute the way he seemed so flustered around her but as their friendship progressed she'd started to notice he didn't seem to act the same around her anymore; she'd chalked it up to him losing his initial interest in her so she hadn't said anything. Often wondering if she'd actually acted on his feelings a decade ago if they would be in the same position they were now.
"Y/n listen I-" Jamie began to speak but his voice was drowned out by the press of her soft lips against his.
She didn't care if she didn't allow herself to make a move on him back then; she'd seen a glimpse of something so familiar in those blue eyes that she once had seen when they were young and god did she pray that her move wasn't the wrong one. She felt the sting of hurt when his mouth stayed frozen in that half opened state of speech instead of kissing her back and she pulled away slowly to look up at him.
"I-I'm sorry Jamie I thought…" she let go of him and cleared her throat. "I shouldn't have done that I'm so sorry, just please forget it; blame it on the alcohol or something just-" his hand grasped her wrist before she could pull away too far and he gently dragged her through the water without much effort back into his chest.
His large hands found possession into her hair as he cradled her head in them and pressed his lips to hers in a firmer much more desperate clash of lips and tongue. His mouth devouring hers as if she was his last meal on earth. The desperation behind it made the woman's hands clutch at his shoulders as she struggled to meet his passion with her own.She didn't realize they were moving until her back hit painfully against the edge of the pool and a hiss of a breath left her making Jamie pull away from her mouth to look at her. It was only than as he stared at her did he realize that she was cold. Her skin erupting in gooseflesh and her clothes sticking to her body thanks to the pool they were currently in. Swallowing the need to press against her and take her mouth again the blonde withdrew a step away.
"Fuck." he licked his swollen lips and reached out a hand to guide her away from the wall and towards the pool stairs. "Let's get inside and get you into a hot shower before you catch a cold." he told her.
She didn't protest. Despite the coldness of the water making her skin prickle her insides were boiling with heat. Looking at Jamie she realized he felt the same as he helped her from the pool. This little escapade wasn't over with but it was not the time for it either as they began making their way inside; the laughter and chatter from their friends erupting even more in glee when they saw the pair walk in looking like two half drowned rats. They took it in jest as Jamie told them to bugger off.
"Oi, save some of that beer for me will yah! I gotta get the lady into dry clothes real quick!" he shouted pointing at one of his friends who cheered and held up a can of beer in affirmative before the blonde gave Y/n a sweet smile and closed the basement door behind them.
"And you pretty girl, head to the bathroom and get into a hot shower yeah? I'll go grab you clothes to change into." he offered guiding her up to his bedroom.
Not like she didn't already know but having his warm hand on her back sent little tingle of pleasure down her spine. Once they were in his bathroom he turned to close the door for her but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. "J-Jamie about what happened…" she trailed off
The man turned to her with a blank look making fear spiral inside of her. But it was vanquished as he leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. "Shower, we can talk later baby." he promised with a grin seeing the flush of pink of her cheeks at the nickname.
He left her then in the familiarity of his large master bathroom. She smiled to herself looking over at the mirror at her reflection. she remembered all the times she'd come over to do his hair or make-up for his next interview or show. The place held memories but as she looked closer she realized there was nothing to be afraid of anymore. Because among the things that were Jamie's sitting on the countertops. She could see items of her own scattered among them. She knew then that she wasn't going to be going anywhere because she had already moved in, and not just the heart of his home but the heart that beat within his chest, and that was simply the most comforting thought she could have.
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This was a requested chapter! Basically (Y/N) and Chishiya having an established relationship in the borderlands, and promising to find eachother in the real world.
Warnings: Swearing, SEASON 2 AND MANGA SPOILERS
You and Chishiya had been together for many games. He had taken you to the beach. At first because you were interesting. Then because he had a hint you liked him.
But he'd be a liar if he said the feeling wasn't mutual.
So you two were together.
When the second stage started you were exhausted and hurt.
Not horrible but getting shot in the leg hurts. And it made you slower in games.
But you weren't going to be walking when getting shot at like your idiot of a boyfriend.
"Shuntarou!! Hand out of your pockets and fucking run!" You yelled, watching him stand. You rolled your eyes, coming out of your hiding spot to go grab him.
You grabbed his hand, and began pulling him. "Fucking dumbass trying to get yourself killed," you mumbled, running behind a car. You caught your breath, and finally noticed the pain in your leg. "Adrenaline is a hell of a pain killer," you said, gripping onto your leg. "You ok?" He whispered, finally looking at you. You nodded.
But that was then. And now he was just Chishiya leaning on a car with your head on his shoulder.
"Shun, I love her as much as the next person, but you- you didn't have to-" you said, stammering and struggling to find to right words.
You had stayed, putting pressure to his wound. His blood stained your hands.
"I'll be alright. Plus... wanted to do something uncharacteristic for me," he said with a small laugh before hissing in pain. He grabbed the hand you had pressed on his stomach.
"I've ruined your pretty hands," he said softly. You pulled it from his grip, going back to applying pressure.
"For someone who's so clever you can be so stupid," you mumbled.
Hours passed and it was nighttime.
Suddenly fireworks started going off.
Game cleared
Your eyes lit up. "Oh my god... they did it! They did it!" You yelled with excitement, hugging Chishiya tightly.
He smiled softly.
Please state whether you'd like to reject or accept residency in the borderlands.
"Shiya... promise you'll find me in the real world?" You asked. "Of course. You're the only person I would walk the whole Earth for if it meant seeing your pretty face again," he mumbled. "I reject residency."
"As do I."
The four white walls of the hospital. Nurses rushed in and out of the room, around the halls.
You sat up, and looked at the woman next to you. "Hey Hikari-Chan, how are you feeling today?" You smiled, seeing she was awake.
"Better. How about you?"
You looked down at your leg, bandaged and wrapped tightly. Cuts and bruises covered your skin, but that leg was the worst part. "I'm doing ok. I think I was lucky," you said, gently moving off the bed.
The darker skinned girl got up as well, helping you get your crutches.
"Thank you Hikari-Chan," you said, greatful she was so kind. "Call me Kuina."
A nurse had gotten Kuina, saying there was someone to see her.
So you were left walking the halls by yourself.
You passed by a room, and for some reason, you felt the need to look in. A blonde man on one side, the other man wrapped in bandages. You read the name plate.
Chishiya Shuntarou
Niragi Suguru
Chishiya...
There was a part of your brain that kept pulling at you, almost as if you were trying to remember something. You must have stared for a while, because the blonde noticed you.
He stared at the girl outside the window, confusion written all over her features.
His breath caught in his throat. He felt like he knew you from somewhere.
"Chi...shi.. ya,"you sounded out the name, wondering where you had heard it before. It sounded right coming out of your mouth.
You looked up, and noticed the blonde staring at you. Your eyes widened, and you made a move to leave, but he made a motion for you to come in.
You hoped over with your crutches to the door, carefully opening it.
"Hi... sorry for staring," you apologized. The man sat up in his bed. "It's alright. I was staring at you as well," he said, smiling at you. His eyes traveled down to your leg, noticing the wraps coming undone. "Hey, who bandaged your leg?" He questioned. "Oh, my nurse," you answered. He motioned you over, and told you to sit on his bed.
He began to unwrap your leg. Once he was done, he started wrapping it tighter.
You watched in awe. "What do you do?" You asked, watching his hands work quickly. "Hm? Oh... I'm a med student. General Surgeon," he answered. (Dont hate on me, that's what he was in the manga, and I like that better.)
Ah, so that's why he was so good at it.
"There. That should be better," he said. He was right. The tighter bandages felt a lot better.
"I'm sorry to be so... upfront, but do I... do I know you from somewhere?" He asked, looking up at your (e/c) eyes. You shook your head. "I don't think so... but I was also going to ask you the same," you laughed softly. He smiled.
How could you, a stranger, make him smile genuinely. You had an air of comfort around you. You felt so familiar. It was on the tip of his tongue, close but so far away.
You stayed in his room a bit longer, just talking.
You even talked to his roommate. He was pretty beat up.
You heard someone clear their throat behind you, and you turned, seeing a nurse.
"(L/N), sorry to interrupt, but... we have some more things to do for you, alright?" She said softly. You smiled, and grabbed your crutches that were leaning against his bed.
"Hey, can I come back later?" You asked the handsome blonde. He tried to hide his smile, and nodded.
The nurse helped you out of the room.
"Your bandages look different, " the nurse commented. "Oh... he fixed them," you said, smiling at the thought. She scoffed, "Still arrogant."
You guessed she must have known him. But you didn't care, your mind already racing till you could see him again.
"She was nice," his roommate mumbled, coughing slightly. He nodded. "And cute. That trick with the bandages? Real slick," the dark haired man said, wanting to laugh.
"Yeah... cute. And it wasn't a trick, her bandages were loose."
Thank you for requesting! Sorry for taking so long, I had to take a bit more off from writing than I thought before my last exam. I also tried to learn a bit about Hanukkah as I sadly didn’t know much of it before. Hope I didn’t mess anything up as my mind felt a bit mush while researching the answers to the questions that came up during writing. I hope you will like it, and happy friday 🧡
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Celebrating Hanukkah, while living by the F1 schedule was never really easy. Some years we got lucky, meaning we could spend all the holiday days together at home, without having to travel or celebrate in a foreign country. Still, even when it wasn’t the case, we always made it work. Usually either by me travelling to him or him coming home as soon as possible, so we could spend the maximum amount of days together. It wasn’t the best solution, but the only way to do it, without disrupting Lance’s career every year when our holiday and his races lined up awkwardly. No one would have been happy with him, if he always missed a race or two. Not even himself. He had too much passion for the sport to just give up chances because of his religion. He rather found a way to fit everything into his schedule.
This year we were quite lucky, having 5 days of the holiday free for Lance and also me being able to travel with him to Abu Dhabi. We also flew out both of our families, so we could celebrate together and wouldn’t have to spend days travelling back to Canada and getting over the jetlag. It was the easier solution from the two, and I could see how happy Lance was that his family was there for the last race, cheering him on and then also taking part in all the rituals. We had everything needed with us, set up in the hotel room just as we would have had it at home. It wasn’t perfect, but enough to be worth not travelling after the race immediately. He was tired after getting out of the car anyways, falling asleep almost as soon as we got back to our room, making me get ready for bed with a smile on my face. I really couldn’t ask for more than falling asleep and waking up next to him, getting on with all our plans for the remainder of the holiday the next morning.
The first time I woke up to the bed and blankets moving I thought it was still quite early, not even opening my eyes and just making sure I got back to the dream I was pulled out of harshly. Although I fell back asleep, the little sounds, soft music and delicious aroma coming from the kitchen did not let me stay in my slumber for a lot longer. Hearing the sizzling of the oil in the pan and smelling the mouthwatering scents flowing around the room made me sit up with a sigh, giving up on my plan of sleeping in. Still, I couldn’t stay mad for long, my lips curling into a smile as soon as I spotted Lance standing next to the stove. I knew that he was making our favourite, even though it wasn’t usually a breakfast food.
“ Morning! ” I mumbled into his back as I stepped behind him, hugging his middle with both of my arms. “ I was missing latkes for breakfast in the last few days. ” I added, the smile turning to a grin that I hid into his skin when his hand landed on mine, which were resting on his stomach.
“ I know. That's why we’re having it. ” He let out a laugh although first shuddered a little from how cold my fingers were against his skin. He was always like a heater compared to my usual body temperature. “ Although I’m pretty sure we won’t be eating anything else for the next few days. ” He let out a laugh, leaning his head on mine as I rested my chin on his shoulder. I had to be on my tiptoes, but it was too comfortable to make me stand normally.
“ Your mum does it best. I can’t wait to get back home twice my usual size. ” I let out a content sigh, imagining all the food we’re gonna have in the upcoming days. “ I could never say no to our family recipes. ” A sigh ran out of me at the speed of light, making me close my eyes and going back to standing normally. I just rested my forehead on his shoulder blade until he was done and we could sit down to eat.
After our meal we packed the remaining clothes and things into our suitcases, so we could leave the hotel for the little beachside house we rented for the holiday we decided to spend in Abu Dhabi. It was easier to spend time with family in a house rather than three separate hotel rooms. We would also have more room to cook and take part in our usual activities. We also made sure to get a house that had a pool, so we could relax a bit in the water without having to go to the crowded beach. That usually ended with someone recognising Lance, making it impossible to relax and enjoy our time there. It was quite inevitable right after a race weekend, with most of the fans who flew out for the event staying for a few days longer and touring the city. I couldn’t fault them though, we did the same just a bit more discreetly, without looking for celebrities everywhere.
The was just a 10 minutes taxi ride away from the hotel, getting us there just minutes before Lance’s parents and Chloe arrived. My family was a bit later, only arriving for lunch as they wanted to have a look around Abu Dhabi, which we already did prior to the weekend. They arrived in time to help us set the table and finish the last steps of getting the food done too. With everyone there it was a meal spent with constant chatter, leaving all of us tired and easily slipping into a content food coma. All the spots on the couches were taken up, as soon as the dishes were done and we could just sit around, watching something on TV. I was just tapping away on my phone, absentmindedly going through my instagram feed and liking a photo here and there, mostly from friends or colleagues, not really paying attention to anything happening around us.
“ I found some fairy lights and candles in one of the closets. We could maybe set them up for dinner? It would look even fancier. ” Lance tapped my legs, which were resting on his thighs as my body was turned towards him. I looked up immediately from the screen, debating his idea for a second. “ Or I can, if you’re too lazy. ” He rolled his eyes, making me shake my head as I pinched the skin on his arm.
“ We can. Maybe on the balcony? We could have dinner there if the temperature goes down a bit. ” I offered back, loving how his idea sounded. The balcony had a fantastic view of the beach that was lit up thanks to all the cafes, bars and clubs every night. It would look perfect with a background like that. “ But not now. I’m too full to move. ” I added, resting my head back, my next blink lasting longer than usual, as my eyes just stayed closed.
When I woke up it was the only me on the couch now lying down and with a thin blanket over my body. I could hear their voices from different spots in the house, making me stretch before truly getting up. Massaging the remnants of sleep out of my eyes I joined them outside. I was surprised to see all the lights already set up around, wrapped over the wooden fence and a few posts that were on the balcony. I heard as they suddenly stopped talking, both Lance and our dads turning to me before Lawrence and Dad rather walked back inside, leaving us alone. I was confused for a second, but didn’t pay much mind to the situation and rather just walked up next to my boyfriend.
“ This already looks perfect. ” I looked around, as I leant on the fence next to him. “ The candles will just be the cherry on top. ” My head turned in his way but he looked quite out of it. He was looking down at me, but from his eyes I knew his mind was really somewhere else. I bumped our shoulders, making him shake a little before focusing back on me.
“ Yeah, I don’t even know if we need them or not. Maybe we can just leave it like this. ” He looked around still a bit confused, but I didn’t really want to ask about it. I knew he would bring anything important up to me. “ Maybe we can just see and decide before dinner. ” He added, pulling me to him and circling his arms around me when I rested back into his chest.
“ That can work. It doesn’t take long to set up some candles. ” I shrugged a little, watching our families walk around the house, engaging in short conversations, before they would join us outside. “ Pool? ” I asked him when I saw some of them have changed into bathing suits and shorts, letting us know what their ideas were.
“ Yes. It’s still too warm for me here. ” He let out a laugh, letting go of me but following behind as we entered through the sliding door.
Just ten minutes later we were already all in the pool, sitting around the edge just talking about whatever came up. I was always grateful that our families connected this well. It would have been a lot harder to spend time and travel together if they didn’t like each other as much as they did. But we had nothing to fear, as their personalities clicked quite quickly, and they liked the other from the first second. I would say it was usually picture perfect whenever they met up. Couldn’t have asked for more, truly.
When I started to resemble a crinkled up foil sheet both Chloe and I decided to start preparing dinner, while the others stayed outside. After quickly toweling off and changing clothes, we were already in the kitchen, getting everything ready. It took them a while to crawl out of the pool, helping us cook and set the table when every part of the stove was turned off. Thanks to the Abu Dhabi weather we didn’t have to fear catching a cold and most of us just chose thin clothing. I myself had a short sundress that I took with myself and decided tonight was the right time to finally whip it out. It was perfect for the still warm night air and I knew Lance would love it too, as it was in his favourite colour. When I saw his eyes scanning me from top to bottom, I knew I succeeded.
Dinner was delicious again and really fun with the music playing lowly in the background. The sun already set when we got the dessert out of the fridge, and onto the table. It was while we devoured the donuts that I caught all of them staring at me, at different occasions, but they were always quick to look away, making furrow my brows. Still, I stayed silent, deciding it must be a coincidence as I couldn’t spot anything that would explain their staring in any way. I could just hope it wasn’t something serious I just didn’t know about yet.
“ We should take a family picture. It’s too well decorated to let it go to waste. ” Lawrence offered, standing up immediately to get his phone. We all gladly went with his idea, standing next to each other.
We waited for him to set up the phone at the right height and set a timer on it. He still had time to get back to us and step behind Chloe, who was standing next to me. I felt Lance move around a bit, his hand leaving my waist but I only looked at him after the photo was taken. What I saw was something I never really thought would happen that day. He was already on one knee, a little box in his hand. There was a huge smile on his lips, but I saw he was anxious, hif fingers moving around the box.
“ Y/N, we have been celebrating and getting through everything together for several years now. It’s impossible for me to imagine my life without you and I don’t even want to try it. I want you there always, whatever I’m doing and whatever’s gonna happen in the future. ” Lance started, our families stepping back a little and making it feel like it was only the two of us there. “ Will you marry me? ” He asked in the end, opening the box, and I could feel the first tears roll down my cheeks.
“ Yes. ” I nodded without a second thought as I knew for years what my answer would be. It wasn’t really a question for me after being there for eachother for several years now.
I could feel him push the band onto my finger gently, before enveloping me into a hug. I hid my face to his neck, the applause around us hitting my ears immediately. In that exact second, I understood our dads talking with him, and everyone staring at me during dinner. They all knew about it and still managed to keep it all a secret, not even giving me the chance to suspect anything. We had to retake the photo but I really couldn’t mind. I was too over the moon with the breathtaking jewelry on my finger, which held so much promise for our future, that I couldn’t wrap my head around it. I needed a few days to fully realise what this all meant, and I couldn’t get time to pass quick enough so we could start another chapter in our journey.
Info: Loving Axl Rose is like reaching into a fire and grasping the coals. Sometimes it burns, but sometimes it warms the heart like no other. (Written for my dearest friend Adam, who requested an Izzaxl oneshot simply to do with the word fire.)
Loving him was like reaching into a firepit and grasping the coals. It was ruthless, painful and, at times, cruel. He could warm him on the coldest days, soothe him when the demons in his mind became too loud. But then, at the same time, he could burn him. His mother always said that Billy – no, Axl – was a ruthless soul, who could love and love and love until it burned.
Izzy knew he couldn’t always defend Axl when his rage took over, but he knew he could at least satiate the fire somewhat to keep them safe and away from the eyes of the cops in LA. He couldn’t protect him from the cops in Lafayette, nor could he protect him from himself. Axl could control himself for a few days whenever Izzy wasn’t present, but he preferred to stay closer to him to know that Axl was at least somehow restrained.
As they got older, Axl seemed to relax and become less aggressive, somehow. His hair still retained the firey tones and his eyes still burned with the uncontrollable rage and desire to prove himself to someone. Izzy was convinced he wanted to prove himself to his family, even though Axl insisted on never speaking about them again. Maybe it was something to do with the fact he never really fit in. Izzy didn’t know. But his love for Axl never dwindled.
It never dwindled when Axl announced his engagement to a supermodel.
It never dwindled when Axl announced the fact he was going to be a father, nor did it dwindle when he called him in tears when the dream was ripped away from him.
It never dwindled when Axl was dragged to court on counts of violence and anything else he could be accused of.
It never dwindled when Izzy’s addiction caught up with him, when the paranoia settled in and when he was convinced that Axl was replacing him with another to write the songs.
It never dwindled when Izzy made the decision to leave and better himself, nor did it dwindle when Axl left the vicious voicemail, attacking him for backing out of the band and for likening him to some form of a dictator.
And that’s where Izzy knew he was doomed; the fire turned from warming and safe to excruciating and painful. Axl stopped caring so much for him, instead going onto the attack. But still, Izzy loved him. Izzy loved the flaming hair that belonged to Axl, the way he attacked people like a rabid animal when the flames in his soul became too uncontrollable.
So, when they reached the point that even Duff and Slash backed out of the band, Izzy knew he had to support Axl, to stop him from doing something stupid. Even when his phone calls were ignored and Axl still attacked him on the rare chance he was in an interview.
It wasn’t until the new millennium came around that Izzy bit the bullet and called Axl again. Two words barely escaped before Axl hung up. So he called again. And this time, Axl didn’t hang up.
“The hell do you want, Jeffrey?”
“Really, Axl. You’re calling me Jeffrey again? Are we six?”
“I said, what do you want?”
Izzy sighed and rolled his eyes as he leaned against the wall, his mind struggling to figure out what to say to him. He half expected to be yelled at and cursed at, but instead, Axl was willing to listen to him.
“Well, Izzy? The fuck do you want?” Axl sounded even more annoyed with each word, and Izzy couldn’t help but flinch. He felt like the flames of Axl’s rage was about to engulf him through the phone, and he honestly didn’t know if he could take it. He was sober, he had no way to ignore and deflect the rage or forget it in the endless needles. He had to deal with it head on.
“I wanted to see if you were ready to talk. But obviously, you weren’t.”
“Bullshit. You know I am, but you just want to… God damn it, Izzy, you can’t just do this shit. You walked out, and suddenly you’re back. I’m not gonna jump into your arms like some damsel in distress again.”
Izzy rolled his eyes and sighed through his nose. He either had to bite the bullet and try and satiate the fire before it burned again, or he had to let it burn. And Izzy knew what he wanted.
“I just wanted to ask if you wanted to go for coffee, Fireball.”
And he smiled when he heard the sigh of compliance, the sigh that may as well have been the sizzle of a fire being tamed.
Loving Axl Rose was like reaching into a fire and grasping the coals. Sometimes it burned, but by God did it warm the soul when it didn’t.
