#Rami x female character

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Cute, angsty and fluffy prompt

!TW: Pregnancy, mention/use of the word ‘rapist’s’, hint of anxiety, mention of having nightmares, mention of being raped/use of word ‘raped’, mention of being beaten up, mention of bullying/harassment, mention of blood/presence of blood, mention of bleeding/use of word ‘bleeding’, mention of hospital, mention of miscarriage/use of word ‘miscarriage’, mention of feeling guilty, hint of suffering from depression, implied swearing (word ‘cursed’), mention of illness/suffering from an illness, mention of past suicidal intentions, waters breaking, mention of ambulance/use of word ‘ambulance’!

“I just want you to know that you don’t need to go with me, I don’t need you to protect me, if you have to stay here,” you assured, but Safin shook his head; he was set on going with you and protecting you; you had to go back home again because you were soon to be due to give birth to your new child who you still weren’t sure was Safin’s or the rapist’s, the only thing you’d found out about it is that it is a boy. “I just don’t want something to happen to you,” you expressed, and Safin shook his head again, holding your hand.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, I promise,” he tried to reassure you, “nobody is ever going to take me away from you. Do you believe me?”

You smiled softly up at him, nodding. “Of course I do,” you answered, before you connected your lips to his in a loving kiss. “Okay, you can come back home with me,” you decided, and Safin grinned, glad that you’d finally agreed to let him go with you.

~-~

Even when you’d gotten home and were away from his workers, you were anxious and were still having nightmares most nights about the times you had been raped, and beaten up by them when Safin wasn’t there to help you. You struggled when you awoke in someone’s hold behind you, but relaxed when you heard Safin’s voice. “You’re okay, Y/n,” he spoke gently, “you were just having a nightmare.” You turned around to hug him tightly, beginning to cry as you felt overwhelmed after having the nightmare. “I’ll never let them hurt you again, I promise,” he expressed, a pained expression on his face; he wished he had done more to help you. “Do you want me to get you a glass of water?” Safin inquired, and you shook your head, forcing a smile up at him.

“I - I can get myself one, don’t worry,” you reassured him, and he sat up as he watched you get up off of the bed, leaving a small blood stain.

“Y/n,” Safin spoke uneasily, worried about you. You looked back at him, humming to show that you were listening. “You’re bleeding,” he pointed out, and you faltered, your eyes widening. Safin wouldn’t know what to say, a pained expression on his face; he was assuming the worst.

“But.. That can’t mean,” you murmured, “n-no, I don’t feel anything out of the ordinary.. I’ll try and get an appointment at the hospital tomorrow, and they’ll tell me what’s going on.” Safin nodded gravely, and you frowned, guessing that he thought you were going to have a miscarriage. “It’s going to be okay,” you tried to reassure him, but he wouldn’t dare look up at you; he didn’t want you to see that his eyes were glistening. “S-Safin, stop, please,” you begged shakily; you couldn’t take it; you didn’t want to think that you were going to have a miscarriage, and didn’t want to think that you wouldn’t find out if he was Safin’s child or wouldn’t be able to raise him with him. You rushed out of the room because you hated to cry in front of him, and he felt guilty for not trying to comfort you or trying to say something to you that would make you feel better.

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Safin had decided to wait until the morning to talk to you because he didn’t want to upset you any further, and he found himself not being able to sleep for the whole night; he was too worried about you. “Good morning, kitten,” Safin spoke gently when he entered the living room to find you sitting up on the sofa, hugging the blanket you had over you closer to you.

“Morning,” you mumbled, trying to hide your face from him because your eyes were sore; you had been crying again.

Safin sat beside you, and you wouldn’t dare look up at him. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise,” he assured; he wanted to cheer you up because he hated to see you like this, and he missed your smile.

You tried to believe him, but couldn’t kick the doubt from your mind. “But - What if we do lose him?” You questioned, and Safin frowned. “If we lose him, I will never stop blaming myself,” you expressed, and Safin shook his head.

“It wouldn’t be your fault, Y/n,” he contradicted, and you scoffed. “It wouldn’t-”

“I just can’t help, but think - if we do, it’ll be the universe telling me that I’ve not been a good enough mother,” you admitted, and it was Safin’s turn to scoff and shake his head, before he placed his on top of your’s gently.

“You have no idea how amazing you are, do you?” Safin replied, and you glanced up at him for only a moment, before you lowered your head again. “You’ve been a great mother, Y/n, to both Sylvia and Emily, and you have been trying to do everything to protect our-” Safin faltered, feeling rather dejected when he remembered that he might not be the father, “s-son.”

You frowned when you realised that he must be thinking about the possibility of your son being the rapist’s, instead of his. Safin forced a weak smile up at you, and you tried to reflect it, but found yourself failing as you looked away from him again. Safin pulled you into a hug, and you rested against him, feeling comfortable, before you awkwardly turned around to wrap your arms around him. “Thank you, Safin,” you whispered, “I - I feel a little better now, when you hold me I’m in my happy place.”

“And when you hold me, I find myself in mine,” he remarked, and you smiled lovingly up at him, before you rested your head on his shoulder after he’d returned the smile.

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“Those glasses are adorable on you,” Safin stated when he came across you reading in bed; you’d been starting to retire to bed much earlier because you tended to be exhausted more often, most likely because Sylvia was growing up into an older toddler, and being slightly more difficult, whilst you also tried to tend to your needs, avoiding Safin’s help because you wanted him to stop worrying about you all the time.

“Thank you,” you replied, smiling warmly up at him, before you got an idea, trying not to giggle as you pretended that you felt something out of the ordinary, sitting up with a perplexed expression on your face.

“What is it?” Safin inquired, rushing to your side so he could hold your hand, worried about you.

You looked up at him, your eyes wide. “I think my water just broke,” you answered, your voice close to a whisper. Safin would be shocked, before he attempted to pick you up, surprising you, and making you laugh; you couldn’t stop yourself. Safin appeared confused; he didn’t think you’d be laughing. Safin then grew suspicious of you, and you burst out laughing again when you noticed the skeptical look on his face. “I got you!” You exclaimed, and he grunted, before he lowered you back down on the bed.

Safin sat down on the edge of the bed, expressing relief. “Don’t scare me like that again, Y/n,” he whined, and you grinned, amused.

You shuffled closer to him, and he reluctantly looked over at you, anxious again. “Shut up, you big baby, and let me kiss you,” you teased, and he begrudgingly let you connect your lips to his.

~-~

On a lazy night for you both, you decided to find a horror movie for you both to watch, and were finding it hilarious because you could tell that Safin was trying to hide that he was startled by some of the scenes. “Is someone scared?” You teased him when you noticed that he was looking anywhere, but at the television screen, and he scoffed, glaring over at you.

“I’m not scared,” he claimed, “I just think horror movies are stupid, and boring.”

“Sure,” you replied, not believing him at all as he nervously returned his attention to the film. When another jump scare occurred shortly after he’d returned his attention to it, he cursed quietly, and you couldn’t help, but giggle again, prompting him to shoot a glare at you.

“Why do you make me watch these things?” He complained, making you laugh even more. “Sometimes I really hate you when you make me do these things,” he continued, and you tried to stop laughing to relieve him of the embarrassment. Safin relaxed a little bit after you’d managed to hold back the rest of your giggles, and you intertwined your fingers with his, before you rested your head on his shoulder.

~-~

“Safin, stop,” you whined; you were currently suffering from quite a bad cold, and were trying not to pass it on to him, but he was making it difficult for you to do that because he kept insisting on being near you.

“No,” he replied; he didn’t want to leave you alone whilst you were ill. “You’re sick, let me take care of you,” he practically pleaded, wanting to do all he could to restore your health, and all he could to make you feel comfortable.

“I don’t need you to take care of me,” you claimed, “and I don’t want you to get sick, too, so-”

“I don’t care if I get sick, Y/n,” he interrupted, certain of himself, “please just let me look after you until you’re better.” You sighed, before you nodded reluctantly. Safin smiled, glad that you were now allowing him to stay and take care of you.

Safin wrapped his arms around your waist, and you tried to ease him away, feeling as if he were getting dangerously close to the point he’d definitely receive the same cold from you. “Don’t get too close for now, okay?” You warned, and he frowned, nodding gravely.

“I’m sorry, your eyes are just really pretty and distracting,” he explained, and a smile played on your lips - you could also feel that your cheeks were heating up. “You’re blushing,” he pointed out, smirking. You winced, trying to hide your face from him. “You’re adorable,” he continued, and you whimpered, begging silently for him to stop teasing you, because you could feel that your face must be as red as a tomato by now. “It’s hard, trying not to kiss you,” he expressed, and you agreed; you wished the cold would just go away now.

“Hopefully this won’t last much longer,” you replied, and Safin nodded, forcing a smile over at you.

~-~

You would be surprised when you woke up to Safin panicking, and he expressed relief when he noticed that you were awake, rushing to your side, before he sat beside you, holding your right hand in his left one. “I thought I lost you,” he expressed dejectedly, his voice briefly trembling.

You appeared confused, and he frowned. “What happened?” You inquired, and he tilted his head partially.

“You’ve been asleep for hours, Y/n,” he answered, “I was worried; I thought something was wrong.”

“I must have been exhausted,” you mused, before you sat up, “well, I’m awake now, so you no longer need to worry about me.” Safin nodded, smiling weakly, before he leaned forward to wrap his arms around you. You returned the hug, thinking about how you’d never thought he’d be like this before. “I remember when I didn’t expect you to be so cuddly,” you stated, and Safin winced, burying his face into the crook of your neck to hide that he felt embarrassed.

“I didn’t think I would be, either,” he claimed, and you smiled softly, before you lifted your right hand to stroke his hair. “The older me would probably rather die than be how I am right now,” he remarked, and you shook your head, thinking he would be the same, just a little more awkward. “But I’m glad I’m different now,” he added, “and I’m extremely grateful for you, for making me so much happier than I used to be.”

“And I’m grateful for you, too,” you returned, holding him at arm’s length, “because if I hadn’t met you, I’d still be in the dark place I was before, and might have even have taken my life by now.”

Safin’s smile faded as he glanced up at you, and you looked away, feeling bad for mentioning it, and possibly ruining the moment. “I wish I had met you sooner,” he responded, “to take you out of the darkness you used to be in.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured, relocating your hand to his left cheek, “because I’m out of it now, as long as I’m with you.” The smile returned to both you and his face, before he lovingly and gently connected his lips to your’s.

~-~

You rushed into the living room when you heard Sylvia crying, and would be surprised when you saw pen markings on the opposite wall to you, and Safin trying to calm her down whilst appearing stressed out, himself. “What happened?” You inquired, and he expressed relief when he heard your voice, turning to face you.

“I found her drawing on the wall,” he answered, “and tried to stop her from doing anymore, but-”

Safin sighed, and you took her from him; you could see that he needed a break. “Why don’t you go and have a lie down?” You suggested, and he frowned, shaking his head; he wanted to help you with Sylvia, and the mess. “Are you sure-?” You pried, worried about him; he looked exhausted. He nodded, forcing a smile at you. “Okay, but you don’t have to help me clean this up,” you stated, to which Safin shook his head again; he wanted to help.

“I don’t want my princess to be doing all the work,” he replied, “please, let me help you.”

You sighed, before you gave in, nodding gravely. “Fine, I’ll let you help me,” you responded, looking over at the pen markings on the wall again, whilst trying not to feel overwhelmed about attempting to clean them off.

“Am I in trouble, mummy?” Sylvia asked, and you looked over at her, shaking your head, whilst forcing a smile.

“No,” you answered simply, “you’re lucky you’re cute - go and watch tv whilst we try and deal with - this.” Sylvia felt bad, and hesitated, before she climbed up onto the sofa to watch her favourite animated program that was just starting. Safin noticed that you seemed overwhelmed, and he held your hand to try and relax your nerves. You looked over at him, and couldn’t help, but giggle when you thought back to the time you recalled that you were developing feelings for him. Safin wore a puzzled expression on his face, tilting his head as he wondered what you were thinking about. “I’ve been in love with you for an embarrassingly long time,” you remarked, and Safin couldn’t help, but grin, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I have the same problem,” he returned, before he connected his lips to your’s lovingly. “Now,” he began again, holding you at arm’s length as he looked over the pen markings. You looked over at them, too, and winced. “I can hear you overthinking things from here, stop it,” he commanded gently, and you nodded, trying not to.

~-~

After you and Safin had had a late night, he lazily strolled into the kitchen in the morning, where you were making breakfast for you and him. You grinned as you watched him sink into one of the kitchen table chairs, and he lifted his hand to his forehead; he clearly must be suffering from a headache. “If I don’t get coffee soon, someone is going to die,” he stated, and you couldn’t help, but giggle, pouring him the rest of the coffee you’d made not too long ago.

“Here,” you set the mug down in front of him, and he smiled up at you warmly, replying with a soft ‘thank you, kitten.’

“You’re welcome,” you responded, before you returned your focus onto the breakfast you were starting to plate up now for him and you.

~-~

“Stop,” you whined whilst he tickled you, and he chuckled, amused.

“If you want me to stop tickling you, you need to stop being so cute,” he replied, and you whined, beginning to feel flustered as you tried to hide your face from him, feeling that your cheeks were heating up, which told you that you were blushing. “You’re being cute again,” he stated, before he began to tickle you again, prompting you to burst out laughing, and struggling against him to try and escape him tickling you. Safin stopped suddenly, and you wondered what had happened. “Did - Did our son just kick?” Safin inquired, and you would be surprised, hoping you’d not missed him kicking.

You then gasped, feeling it again. “He’s kicking again,” you whispered, “Safin, he’s - he’s okay!” Safin expressed relief, before he threw his arms around you, and you smiled widely, before you returned the hug, immensely relieved to feel that your son was still alive, after not being able to secure a hospital appointment to find out. “I told you he would be okay,” you reminded him, and he nodded gravely, wishing he’d listened to you before.

Safin expressed concern when you’d gone quiet, and he held your hand, his eyes searching your’s. “What’s wrong?” He inquired, and you winced, your eyes wide with fear.

“I think my water just broke,” you whispered shakily, and Safin faltered, trying not to panic as he tried to think. “I need to call an ambulance-”

“No, Y/n,” he interrupted, “save your energy, I will call one.”

“But-”

“They won’t know,” he promised, “just let me help you, kitten.” You groaned, leaning heavily against him, before you begrudgingly nodded, though you were worried about him being caught. “Okay,” he spoke gently, “I’ll call them now, okay?” You nodded, and he rushed out of the room to the telephone, knowing he had to get he ambulance quickly for you.

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I apologise for not posting my writing for a little while, I’ve just needed a bit of time to think about things, but feel as if I’ll hopefully be able to post a bit more now! I hope you enjoyed this prompt, and am hoping to post another soon! ❤️

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[arealphrooblem]

could you describe the characters in kidnapped by the boss? I like to visualize characters when reading and though I think you said something about the kings hair or something we have no info about the driver. If you could give us an idea of how they would look that would be amazing! ( unless of course you want to save that for a later chapter) thanks!

I don't typically describe any of the characters for two reasons:

I've never read any character descriptions in the hero x villain fics I've read or other original fics that have roles like protagonist or king or whatever instead of names and I figured that was the standard protocol.

I thought people liked to "cast" their own preferred actors or OCs in there most of the time.

That being said, I do have my own internal cast for all my characters. I can share them with you all if ever asked, but I won't really enforce an actual detailed description for anyone so that we can all imagine what we like.

The king I imagined looking like the actor Sacha Dhawan. I thought he did amazing in Dr Who playing a mild mannered, sweet kind of loser guy and then revealing himself to be the biggest and baddest antagonist in the whole series. Watching his demeanor change inspired a lot of the King's own changes with his secretary.

The driver I imagine looks like Rami Malek just because I think he has such an interesting, dangerous kind of face. I also may be influenced by the fact that I face-casted him many many years ago as a trickster god character in an old story of mine so I associate his face with dangerous, tricksy characters and you never really know what's going on with the driver.

I actually don't have anyone in mind for Civilian. I have this hypocrisy where I don't mind imagining really good looking men, but I shy away at face-casting really beautiful women because I feel like women don't get to be ordinary looking very often. There are so many succcessful male actors who are not very handsome but you can't say the same about almost all female actors and I get a bit fed up with the feeling that all women must be a certain level of attractive before they can be "visible" in our society and media.

And it's hard to find good face casts of average looking women who still have something interesting about their features like I can with men. Unless they're old lol.

#asks #kidnapped by the boss

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Present Race

Fandom: RPF, American Actor RPF, British Actor RPF, Bohemian Rhapsody Cast

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Female Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Female Reader, Gwilym Lee, Ben Hardy, Original Female Character, Original Child Character, Rami Malek,

Word Count: 1100// Rating: Gen

Summary: It's time for a birthday but who will win first place in the present race?

Tags/ Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, Kids, Babies, Birthday Parties, Borhap Cast, Friends, Established Relationship, Requested Fic, Request

Notes: working my way through requests. They're now closed till after halloween challenge

REQUEST - @borhapgirlforlife19

Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader oneshot where it's their daughter's first Birthday and they have a party at their house with Joe's family, reader's family, and the Borhap cast there? Also, Joe sits on the floor opening her gifts with his daughter beside him and she helps Joe tear off the wrapping paper and she lights up when he shows her the gifts and everybody takes pictures and gushes over how adorable she is?

‘Oh open mine first,’ Rami said grabbing a sleek square parcel off of the floor and handing it to Joe. He was sitting on the floor of the lounge, piles of presents around him and his daughter, Ellie, in between his legs. She was watching everyone excitedly though she didn’t quite understand the reason they were all gathered around was for her. It was her first birthday and though Joe and Y/N hadn’t gone all out with a massive birthday party they had invited their close friends around for dinner and cake to celebrate. 

‘Oh yeah put us all to shame,’ Ben chuckled as Joe took it off his friend. 

‘Yeah, get in first and hope we can’t outdo right Rami?’ Gwilym said with a smile. 

‘What can I say,’ he shrugged, ‘there’s a reason he picked me to be godfather.’ 

‘We picked,’ Y/N said coming to sit down beside Rami on the couch. 

‘Shall we just get our coat, Ben?’ Gwilym said with a chuckle. 

‘Think we better had mate,’ Ben chuckled. 

Before anyone could say anything else Ellie made a frustrated noise. She had been sitting looking up at Joe who was unknowingly holding the present just out of her grasp. Joe noticed her and said, ‘oh sorry honey.’

He placed the package on the floor where she immediately started to paw at it grasping the neat wrapping in her chubby grip. With a giggle of excitement, she yanked at it squealing as chunks of it started to come off in her hand. 

‘Be careful mate,’ Ben said, ‘she might have your hand off.’

‘She’s got good taste,’ Rami said. Soon enough Joe started helping her and they pulled off all the wrapping paper until it was completely unwrapped. It was a small shoe box which once Joe opened revealed a tiny pair of trainers. 

‘Are those trainers?’ Ben asked.

‘Not just any they’re bloody Gucci,’ Gwilym said with a whistle. 

‘Nice,’ Joe said, ‘I mean she will one hundred per cent kick them off after five minutes but they’re pretty neat.’ 

‘Oh they’ll be on the floor of any store we go to within seconds but they’re pretty cute I must say,’ Y/N said.

As if to prove her parent’s point Ellie took that opportune moment to grab one of the shoes in her scrunched-up fist and launch it out towards where the boys were sitting though it somehow went backwards clunking Joe on the head. 

‘Ouch,’ Joe said which only made her giggle. 

‘Well that was worth it even if she won’t wear them,’ Rami laughed. 

‘Yeah very funny,’ Joe grumbled. His moaning wasn’t taken notice of for long though as Ellie was up off her bottom and crawling towards the neat pile of presents a little way out of her reach. She grabbed out for one but Joe merely leaned forward and took it out of her reach. 

‘Dada,’ she grumbled though her pout seemed to retreat as he placed it in front of her. She immediately started tugging the paper off. 

‘I guess we’re not allowed to know who this one is off are we El,’ Y/N chuckled. 

‘It’s me,’ Gwilym said as Ellie continued to ravage what was now showing to be a big box. The box was brightly coloured something that seemed to get the baby’s attention immediately. 

‘What is it?’ Rami asked peering over Ellie’s head which was blocking his view. 

‘This pull-along toy thing,’ Gwilym said, ‘it’s a caterpillar you pull along. Meant to help with walking and stuff. And it’s good for motor skills and-’

‘And you did pages of research right Gwil?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘Well you gotta get it right, right?’ he asked, a little tinge of pink now across his cheeks and nose.

‘Well if not just throw cash at it right?’ Ben said. 

‘Hey just because that’s what you do with all the girls in your life,’ Rami said holding his hands up and making a laugh ring out around the room. Even Ellie giggled along oblivious to the joke she’d missed. 

‘It’s lovely Gwil,’ Y/N said looking at the ornate wooden toy her daughter had seemingly lost all interest in as it was discarded with the shoes as she headed back to the other present that was laying just out of her reach. 

‘Looks like she’s not too fussed,’ Rami said. 

‘That’s because our girl has taste,’ Ben said sliding off of the couch until he was sitting in a similar position to Joe, legs splayed around the present that was in front of him. Ellie crawled to it, pulling herself up on the large box as she got there. She stood wobbling slightly. 

‘What do you think El?’ Ben said, ‘should we open it?’ 

‘Open,’ she giggled banging on the box with her chubby fist. 

‘You don’t have to tell me twice,’ Ben said pulling wrapping paper off the box with little help from Ellie. 

‘What is it?’ Gwilym said. 

‘A baby drumkit,’ Rami said.

‘Oh great,’ Y/N said. 

‘Yeah thanks man,’ Joe said as Ben opened the box and pulled it out. It was a plastic stand with individual sections that could be played. Buttons and knobs for turning. Bright lights and things to fiddle with littered the small console. 

‘Hey,’ Ben said, ‘it’s our job to make sure she drives you up the wall. Besides, it’s not just a drumkit. It’s a complete set of musical instruments in one handy console.’ 

As if that was her cue Ellie started banging on some of the buttons making it whizz to life. A sickly-sweet voice rang out saying, ‘dog!’ which was then followed by a woof. Ben moved around, his hand on Ellie’s side keeping her upright as she started to smash the buttons under her fingers. A cacophony of animal noises rang out around the room not waiting for the machine to finish speaking before it was announcing the next one. 

‘Am I back in the running for best present then?’ Rami said looking between his friends. 

‘Let’s see how long it takes the batteries to run out before we make a decision huh?’ Joe chuckled. 

‘You like it El?’ Ben said looking into the baby’s round hazel eyes. She nodded, ‘gizza kiss then,’  Ben said placing his cheek in front of her as two chunky fists slapped him roughly in the face before drool-covered lips placed a kiss on his cheek. 

‘Now there’s a review we can’t compete with,’ Gwilym said. 

‘What did you expect?’ Y/N laughed, ‘Ben’s got a way with women.’ 

#my writing #the present race #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello x reader #ben hardy #gwilym lee #rami malek #fluff

[spider-jaysart]

Spider-Man

Fandom Ask

@adalineozie

The otp: Peter Parker x Mary Jane Watson

F/M otp: Peter Parker x Mary Jane Watson, Peter Parker x Gwen Stacy (from the Amazing Spider-Man movies), Peter Parker x Michelle Jones (MCU), and Gwiles

M/M otp: None

F/F otp: None

Favorite female character: Michelle Jones (she's just so cool!)

Favorite male character: Peter Parker (I love him always!💖)

Least favorite female character: Hmm, probably Black Cat, especially since I don't think she's the best influence or best person for Peter as a girlfriend at all

Least favorite male character: Probably Norman Osborne since he's done a lot of pretty messed up stuff

Why did you join the fandom?

Well, when I was a really small kid, I got introduced to Spider-man by watching the Sam Rami movies and I instantly fell in love with his whole character during it, and then it just continued to keep going from there as the years went by :)

Thank you very much for the ask, adaline!!💖💖💖💖

#peter parker #mary jane watson #michelle jones #spider man #spider-jaysart asks

[zigzagwriting]

Please Read!

Hi I’m Z I’m 20 years old, and my pronouns are She/They. This is my fun little side blog where I write about the characters and stories that I love!

Anon ask is turned on but if this becomes a problem I will turn it off. But don’t be afraid to send requests or to say hello! (I’m super chill I promise)

I will turn down any request that makes me uncomfortable and or one’s I simply do not want to do.

Minors are NOT allowed on my page.

(Breaking this rule will result in you getting blocked)

Characters and Fandoms I will write for:

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Marvel

Loki

Wanda Maximoff

Kingo, Thena, and Sersi from Eternals

Natasha Romanoff

Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker

Adult!Miles Morales

Feel free to ask about any other MCU character!

I will write for most characters played by these actors

Pedro Pascal

Adam Driver

Robert Sheehan

Tom Hiddleston

Karen Gillan

Megan Fox

Pete Davidson

Margot Robbie

Keanu Reeves

Elizabeth Olsen

Zendaya

Rami Malek

Doctor Who

every regeneration of The Doctor from NewWho

Dhawan!Master

Dhawan!Doctor (he’s one of my favorite AUs)

Amy Pond

Clara Oswald

Donna Noble

River Song

Bill Potts

Other characters can be negotiable

Miscellaneous characters and fandoms

Dewy Finn and Beetlejuice from School of Rock the Musical and Beetlejuice the Musical (I’m really just a sucker for characters played by Alex Brightman)

Eddie Munson from Stranger Things

Peter Maximoff from X Men Days of Future Past and X Men Apocalypse

Zach Stone from Zach Stone Is Gonna Be Famous

Jennifer Check from Jennifer’s Body (aged up only)

Carrie White from Carrie (aged up only)

Tiffany Valentine from the Chucky franchise

Again other characters and fandoms are negotiable

Things I will write

NSFW

SFW

Angst

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Character x reader x Character

Female!Reader

Gender Neutral!Reader

Things I will not write for

Non-con

Any hardcore fetishes (you can DM me for clarification on this one!)

This is common sense but I will not write anything to do with Incest, Pedophilia/MAPs, Bestiality, Rape, or anything related. Asking for this stuff will get you blocked immediately

Age play (daddy/mommy kink is fine)

Homophobia

RPF/ Real People Fiction (the only way I will do this is if it is portrayed in a platonic context)

I will not stand for any form of racism, homophobia, or bigotry and I am not afraid to use the block button

#info #z talks

[findopulencerp]

Who are the mwm bipoc fcs?

Hey hey there! Thanks for showing interest in what fcs our players would be keen to see utilised! This question was actually asked recently and was put to the group who suggested the following fcs; Henry Golding, Harry Shum Jr, Diego Luna, Kiowa Gordon, Michael Ealy, Dev Patel, Rami Malek, Daveed Diggs, Pedro Pascal, Winston Dukes, Jackson Wang, Lee Jae-wook, Mark Tuan, Michael B Jordan, Justice Smith, and Boo Boo Stewart.

We also have the following wanted connections if your curiosity has been piqued by some of our established taken characters; Adelita Flores is looking for her extended family, Rankle Harbinger looking for his siblings with Toheeb Jimoh, John Boyega and Lil Nas X (this connection also has female and nb suggestions). Zaina Castillo looking for her half brother with Michael Trevino. Yashica Anand is looking for her high school sweetheart with David Castaneda, Raymond Ablack, Anirudh Pisharody, Tyler Posey. Bellamy Barnes is looking for her childhood friend with Rege-Jean Page, Lucien Laviscount, Kedar Williams-Stirling. Roman is looking for his Best Friend with Idris Elba and Danny Trejo. Bellamy Barnes is looking for her personal security with JD Pardo and Jason Mamoa. All of the above FCs are suggestions from our players, they can be changed, and they can also be used outside of these connections.

#supernatural rp #oc rp #fc suggestion #town rp #mature rp

[xmxisxforxmaybe]

ok! so i was listening to does your mother know that your out, right? and at the same tine a video of angelina jolie came into my feed, you know her being iconic. and so i started thinking 👀 a smut where like a 22 year old rami is like being cheeky and flirty with a woman older than him, she at first is indifferent to him, which gets him super nervous. so now she started to take an interest in him, which gets him even more nervous and her more confident. and she has super bde and don vibes

I was in the middle of a Papi/Dega request when this came into my inbox and captured my muse ... and I mean threw a pillowcase over its head and threw it in the back of a van and MADE me write this. Thank you, Anon, for this brilliant request.

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Rami was captivated by her, and so were most of the men, and a few women, at the afterparty. Granted, he was new to this side of the acting scene having just finished a minor role in a fairly big stage production in New York City, so instead of walking up to the woman and jostling for a place in her queue, he stayed back and watched.

He felt out-of-place, not at all filled with the confidence he had in LA. Yeah, LA was LA, after all, but he knew people there, and he knew enough about how Hollywood worked to fit in.  

Here . . . for maybe the first time in his life, he was the odd man out.

As Rami turned away from the beautiful woman and shuffled over to the bar, a flash of a scene from his and Sami’s favorite novel, The Great Gatsby, popped to the forefront of his thoughts.

When Nick felt out of place, he got roaring drunk. Sounds like a plan to me, Rami thought, his 22-year-old self feeling more at ease knowing he was about to rely on good, old-fashioned liquid courage.

Rami ordered a beer and a double shot of tequila.

One tequila, two tequila, floooor, his mind sang to himself as he ordered another round of each, his initial wave of discomfort beginning to wane.

By the time he finished round three, he knew he had to talk to the beautiful stranger. Clearly, she was someone of importance, maybe even someone famous.

Rami stood up from his barstool, and wobbled, which wasn’t unusual. There was rarely a time in his life when he didn’t have a bruise or a cut from falling down or running into something. Sami had clearly gotten the balance gene.

Rami missed his brother terribly, never imagining they would be living in different cities. He looked to his left and sighed, wondering what Sami would say if he saw his twin, Rami Malek, high school flirt, afraid to talk to a woman.

Shoot your fucking shot, Ram. Why wouldn’t she want to get to know you? his brother’s logical voice sounded in his mind.

“Shoot my shot,” he said under his breath as he made his way to the more crowded part of the room and began looking for the woman.

He didn’t have to look long, and he also couldn’t believe his luck: there she was, standing alone and looking at a large fishtank that was in a darkened corner of the room, the only real light coming from the tank itself.

His balls in his throat, he walked quickly to where she was standing, reminding himself to put one foot in front of the other, lest he fall flat on his face.

His brother would be in stitches if that happened, and the entire family would know within the hour.

But Rami made it, right-side-up, and before he could lose all his nerve, he blurted out, “Nice fish, huh?”

The woman glanced over at him, a bit startled.

“Oh, yes. They are. I always lose myself in my thoughts when I watch them swim. I don’t know exactly why I find it so soothing.”

Rami just stared at her as she spoke, completely smitten. Her speech was so articulate, definitely that of a fine stage actress.

Or someone very, very wealthy, Rami thought, once again thinking back to his favorite novel.

The woman looked at him, clearly expecting him to reply, but he couldn’t find the words.

“Uh . . . huh,” he managed, still studying her face.

She was older than him, but by how much he wasn’t sure—at least a decade. Her face held a sort of vitality that was hypnotic. This was a woman who lived her life by her own accord, a woman who knew things, a woman who held the promise of things that were just . . . good.

“I do apologize, but have we met?” she asked, bringing Rami out of his stupor.

“Uh . . . uh, no. I don’t think we have. I’m an actor. I was in the production,” he finished lamely.  

She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, then said, “Johnny. You were Johnny.”

Rami looked at her, taken aback that she made the connection.

“Yeah. Yeah, I was. I’m—” he faltered.

She raised her brow, encouraging him to continue.

“I’m surprised you knew that.”

“It’s my business to know, Mr. . . . Malek, I believe.”

Rami gave her the same quizzical look, and this time she laughed. In that moment, he thought that if he could only listen to one more sound for the rest of his life, it would be her laugh.

“Rami. My name’s Rami,” he said sticking out his hand.

She slid hers gracefully into his, but her grip was strong, professional.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m pleased to officially meet you, Rami Malek.”

No, no. If I could only listen to one more sound for the rest of my life, it would be her saying my name, he thought.

“Do you mind if I ask . . . what it is you do?”

“I do many things, Rami, but my connection to this particular evening is a financial one.”

“An investor,” he stated, nodding his head to indicate he was impressed.

“The investor,” she replied. “If I’m going to do something, I do it. When it comes to the theater, if I’m going to invest, I’m going to be the sole investor. That way, a production feels more like it’s . . . mine. I hope that doesn’t sound arrogant. I’m not an actor, but I love the process. This is as close as I can get to the stage without making a Bottom out of myself,” she said with a smirk as she referenced A Midsummer Night’s Dream.

Rami chuckled, and teased, “With jokes like that, I can see why you stay out of the spotlight.”

She laughed, and it was clear she was surprised she laughed so freely with this very young, very handsome stranger.

“Y/N!” called the producer of the play. “I’ve got someone I’m dying for you to meet.”

Before the producer could whisk her away, she leaned into Rami and said, “I don’t normally do this, but I’d like to talk to you again. Here’s my card,” she said as she reached into her clutch.

“Call me. And maybe next time you won’t need six tequila shots before you pluck up the courage to talk to me,” with a wink and a ghost of a touch along his jaw, she was gone, swallowed again by people who just wanted the privilege of being near her.

Rami looked into the crowd, gobsmacked that she had been watching him, too.

* * * * *

With a throaty laugh, she kicked off her heels as Rami backed her into the wall as soon as they were secured in her large apartment. Rami had never been in a place so luxurious, and normally he would have liked to have a look around, but the feeling of this woman’s body under his hands damn near made his brain short-circuit.

Over the past few days, he had learned that she was not just a decade older than him, but two and a few odd years. He had also learned that she was intelligent, passionate, sophisticated, and could make him harder than he had ever been in his entire life with no more than a casual glance. His near-constant erections were proving to be a very difficult barrier to overcome, considering the amount of time they had been spending taking in shows, dining out, and going to a myriad of high-society events.

When she asked him to come up for a nightcap, he had to discreetly adjust himself as he followed her into the elevator. And as soon as the doors closed, she grabbed his lapels, pulled him to her, and kissed him, a soft, sweet kiss that somehow still made his toes curl.

“Do you want that nightcap?” she breathed against his lips, ever the proper hostess.

“No, thank you,” Rami murmured as he moved her hair to the side and attached his lips to her neck.

She laughed, that sweet, soft laugh that made him think of a gentle rain falling in the morning.

“Then perhaps we should take this to the bedroom,” she said, pulling away and taking his hand to lead him down a long hallway and up a set of stairs.

His trousers were uncomfortably tight as he watched the way her ass moved in her pretty dress as she climbed the spiral staircase, quickly and eloquently since she had left her shoes by the door.

Rami glanced around the room and once again couldn’t believe that his life was currently real, that this was happening, that he was about to have sex with the most beautifully intriguing woman he had ever met.

They made quick work of each other’s clothes and she hummed with appreciation at his body. He was lean, but not from effort. Life in the city that never sleeps was difficult, and between looking for roles, rehearsing for the ones he did manage to get, and working odd jobs to earn enough money to keep under a roof, eating wasn’t much of a priority.

She, on the other hand, was fit, classically attractive if you will, but not in an overdone way. She did look closer to her age than to Rami’s, except for her confidence and her passion. She knew who she was, loved herself, and because of that, her confidence and passion shone, and quite literally, made her beautiful.

She turned down the bed in a rush, sliding into the middle of her cloud-soft sheets. Rami settled between her legs and kissed her with all the passion he felt, which was so much that it left her breathless.

“Drawer,” she husked out, waving in the direction of the nightstand.

Rami reached over and pulled out the box of condoms, quickly rolling one on.

She took advantage of his lack of balance and rolled him onto his back, grinning down at him as she lowered herself onto his covered cock.

Rami groaned, a deep rumble that reverberated through his chest. He wanted to watch her, but his eyes rolled back at the incredible sensation of being inside of her for the first time. He wanted to savor it, but she began to move, rocking her hips and pulling his hands from her thighs to her breasts.

Rami opened his eyes and watched as she squeezed his hands around her breasts and when he looked up at the way her head was tossed back in bliss and the way her bottom lip was caught between her teeth, all because she was mounted on his cock, he lost control.

And in an embarrassingly quick culmination of passion, Rami came inside the condom with a whimper.

Immediately, his hands covered his face as he groaned, praying to GOD that the bed would swallow him whole.

“I am so sorry,” he mumbled from underneath his palms.

“Sorry for what?” she said with a laugh. “For finding me so attractive that you stayed in the moment and gave yourself over to passion instead of disconnecting by reciting . . . what do actors recite? Lines from a monologue? I’m guessing it’s not the usual sports statistics?”

Rami lifted his hands from his face and looked up at her; his cheeks were red, either from his intense orgasm or from his intense mortification.

Before he could apologize again, she put her finger to his lips.

“Stop agonizing over a beautiful moment. Do you know how good that made me feel knowing how excited I made you?”

Rami finally gave her a small smile, though it was evident he still felt ashamed.

With a roll of her eyes and a sigh, she grasped the base of his cock where she felt the condom and let his softened dick slide out of her. Carefully, she pulled it off of him and moved off the bed to toss it in the trash.

“Now that we’ve gotten that,” she said gesturing to his limp cock, “out of the way, we can concentrate on real pleasure.

“Is there anything you know you don’t like to do in the bedroom?” she asked, her head cocked to the side.

“Uh . . . I don’t think so?” Rami said with hesitation.

“If you want me to stop anything at any time, just say stop. Okay?”

Rami nodded, his lips parted as he intently watched her.

“Your eyes are going to make you a star,” she said, her head still cocked to the side as she returned his gaze.

He blinked as he blushed, a slight red flush creeping up his neck.

“Well,” she began as she rummaged in her drawer until she withdrew a small tube of lubricant, “when you’re young, you’re awfully resilient. Not to knock men my own age, but they tend to have a lack of stamina. Nature’s fault, of course, but women, well we really don’t reach our sexual prime until our 30s, even late 30s I dare say.”

Rami listened as she climbed back onto the bed, settling between his thighs. He wondered if he should feel awkward in this position, but as he watched her spread lubricant on her index finger, he felt his cock twitch.

“So, what that means, is that women end up with a significantly less amount of time to have great sex because they finally feel attractive enough to get a partner who meets their standards and because they finally know their bodies well enough to make demands of their lovers.”

She paused and shot him a seductive smile as she pressed her finger to his perineum and started to massage him.

“Jesus,” Rami moaned.

“Undisputedly a man. God, however . . . I like the sound of that,” she said in a low voice as she slipped her well-lubricated finger into Rami’s ass and brushed his prostate.

“Ohmy . . . GOD,” he cried out, his thighs jerking, but her body stopping them from slamming together.  

“That’s better,” she replied in that same low, sultry voice as she bent to take his dick in her mouth.

Rami’s cock hardened instantly, and he found himself filled with an intense need to fuck this woman senseless.

“St-sto-stop,” he managed, and she lifted her head and slowly extracted her finger.

Rami was animalistic in his movements; he sat up and flipped her onto her back, burying his face between her thighs. He wanted her soaking when he slid inside of her again, so when she began to give him directions, he responded to every single command.

He didn’t feel shy the second time they fucked.

Or the third.

Or the fourth.

By the time the morning light peeked through her windows and he positioned himself at her entrance for the fifth time, he felt like he really had found god.

And she was a woman.

#Rami Malek smut #Rami Malek #thirsty thursday #Rami x female character #sort of x reader

[poptod]

Lover’s Hand (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Description: You don’t remember how you got here. What happened? Why are you in his bed?

Notes: had another dream! whipped this up first thing in the morning like a goddamn batch of eggs. enjoy. i put salt and pepper on it but u gotta add the hot sauce yourself WC: 759

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It was a slow wake-up.

Beams of warm, golden sunlight peeked through the room past the curtains, illuminating soft stretches of the sheets that covered you. Past the bed the stone floor barely showed itself in the dawn.

You vaguely recognized all these things as being around you as you woke, only a small part of your brain realizing the peculiarity of it. Usually you woke up to a small, crowded room filled with tapestries and old cabinets. It was a stark difference to the carved pillars holding up a high ceiling, both of which were covered in hieroglyphs and paintings, shadowed by the curtains and the morning sun.

There were eyes on you, and with that your own fuzzy gaze settled on the bed you were laying in––namely to the other person who shared that bed with you.

Your eyes widened and you instinctively flinched away from them before you could even identify them. When you did identify them, though, you wanted to get further away, away from his cool eyes watching you with an intense, but innocent warmth. His hand was extended towards you, resting just before his knuckles could touch your lips. But he wasn't trying to do anything––it was a natural reach, a natural relaxation, a common nearness to you.

What were you doing here? What brought you to the bed of a prince? Last night's events were clouded by lotus wine and beer.

The sheets shifted above you, the white, sheer linen pulling away to reveal the Prince's movements. Your hand was partially extended to him as well, the fingers relaxedly curled inwards. A gentle touch pulled your hand up to him, and as he withdrew his fingers near your lips, he pressed a fluttering, barely-there kiss to the tip of your smallest finger.

You swallowed through a tight throat as you watched, enraptured by his slow movements and the nature in which he used them. He stayed bent forward, as if bowing before you, as he continued to press slow, feathery kisses onto your fingers. Despite the fact that you couldn't maintain eye contact for long, he watched you the entire time.

Eventually he made his way up to your palm, and you could swear golden light poured from wherever his lips touched. Something about his presence made you godly; it made you something worth reverence, simply because he believed it to be true, even if it was only for a moment.

Your wrist.

He lingered on your heartbeat, feeling it against his lips before he moved to finish the kiss. His eyes drifted shut as he appreciated the warmth of your skin.

"Good morning, my love," he finally said, his voice rough and deep with sleep.

He leant back, still holding your hand, and smiled softly.

Oh.

Right. That's what happened last night. The celebrations within the palace had grown too much for you, and you took the rare chance to step away into the royal gardens. When you waded into the water, full of lily pads and sleeping frogs, you expected to get away from people, not meet one of the most nerve-wracking people possible, only surpassed by the Pharaoh himself; Ahkmenrah.

You couldn't remember who kissed who first, but you vaguely recalled falling into his bed in early midnight. Your cheeks flushed as you remembered losing your clothes. Well, you always slept naked what with the hot weather, but it wasn't often you slept with another person in your bed.

You wanted to say something––maybe a question as to what exactly happened last night, or why he was being so nice to you. Part of you wanted to apologize and leave immediately. But his hand still gripped yours, running his thumb over the sensitive skin of your palm.

"Forgive me for saying this, but... I would adore to wake up to you every morn," he said, his gaze tracing the features of your face.

"Why do I have to forgive you for that?"

"I don't know if that's something you would want."

You fell into silence for a moment, watching his expression as he watched yours.

Until his eyes narrowed.

"You don't remember what happened last night, do you?" He said with a hint of amusement in his tone.

You cringed into yourself.

"Sorry," you mumbled.

"It's alright," he chuckled, and pressed another kiss to your knuckles. "I'll be happy to tell you over breakfast. I know an Elamite bakery in town that's quite good. Does that sound nice?"

You nodded.

"Good," he said, smiling as he kissed your hand again.

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #rami malek character #ahkmenrah x male reader #ahkmenrah x female reader

[anothers-trash-my-treasure]

Thirsty Tuesday?

Anyone wanna participate in some quick prompt writing? I’m ignoring my responsibilities today.

Send some from here, here, here  or send your own!

#thirsty tuesday #smut prompts #writing prompt #rami malek character #Merriell Shelton #merriel snafu shelton #merriell x reader #josh washington #joshua washington #josh washington/reader #josh washington x female reader #finn x reader #finn / reader #need for speed finn

[doing-all-write]

the art of flirting on a hover board pt. 4

Ivy runs a successful arts non-profit and Joe tags along when Rami and Lucy go to visit her. But what happens when a simple bet made over a hover board competition gets out of hand?

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Ivy (OC)

Rating: Rated F for F I N A L L Y 

Warnings: None! 

This is the last part! I hope you guys love it!

Part 1    ~~~     Part 2 ~~~ Part 3

Any comments, notes, love, hate WHATEVER you got for this, let me know!

Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated bc I crave validation!!!!!

Weeks had passed since then.

Rami, Lucy and Joe hung out for the rest of the weekend then went back to their respective apartments on Sunday. Ivy seeing them off with hugs and promises that they would hang out more.

Work kept Ivy consistently busy but she could always rely on Joe to keep her entertained throughout the day or even text her reminders to eat or to take a break and catch a baseball game with him ("But the Yankees suck." "If I had known that was your opinion of the Yankees I would have run you over with that bike when I had the chance.")

Ivy and Lucy met up for a Happy Hour at their favorite bar weekly and Rami would join them occasionally. Whenever he was around he took great pleasure in reminding Ivy that she still had to go on a date with someone of his choosing. 

Every time he brought it up Ivy was tempted to casually say she wouldn't mind going on a date with Joe but always bit her tongue at the last minute and managed to convince Rami she couldn't possibly get away from work but she would soon. 

Sooner was to come the next day.

Ivy walked into the office with both hands full of drinks. It was her turn to pick up coffee for her team and as such, was burdened with glorious caffeine. 

That she was in danger of dropping at any moment. 

"Help...me..." she wheezed as she tried to balance both drink carriers and open the door with her index finger. 

Erin leaped up from her desk and scurried over to open the door, "DO NOT DROP THAT CAFFEINE." 

Ivy staggered to Erin's desk and dropped the drink carriers on them as she slumped against it. 

"I thought I wasn't going to make it. I saw my life flash before my eyes." 

"What did you see?" Erin asked distractedly as she searched for her name on the multitude of drinks before her.

"Memes." Ivy muttered weakly.

Erin laughed as she grabbed her coffee, "I can distribute the rest of these for you. I'll send a message in the group chat."

Ivy clasped Erin's hands in her own, "What would I ever do without you?"

"Oh, probably perish. Now, go. Get to work so I can enjoy my coffee in PEACE before the Jones's bring their twins in and I have to remind them AGAIN that just because they donated money doesn't mean their demon spawn get anything handed to them."

Ivy winced, grabbed her iced coffee and held it up in a silent salute, "Remind me to get you a raise."

Erin waved her off as Ivy ascended the stairs.

Erin craned her neck to make sure Ivy was heading down the hallway before she opened up her messages with Lucy,

Erin: She's on her way to her office now.

Lucy: Perf. Now we wait.

Erin: Haven't we done enough of that?

Lucy: Some might even say too much waiting

Erin chuckled to herself as closed out of her messages on her desktop and took a sip of her coffee. She sat back as she waited, for what she hoped, would be the last time. 

~

Ivy said hi to everyone she passed in the hallway as she checked her phone. She was kind of worried. Usually Joe would have texted her at this point asking her which mug she had chosen for the day (sloths in various yoga poses). 

She checked her messages, checked the signal. Upon seeing both were in perfect order sighed and pushed open the door to her office. 

The computer awoke with a soft bing as Ivy took a sip of coffee. She was thinking about the meetings she had, the work that had to get done, the work that if it got done today would be great but if not wouldn't be the end of the world and the work that could be put off for the next few weeks. 

Ivy's computer screen lit up as she checked her phone again only to feel her stomach drop when no text from Joe was waiting for her. 

She opened her calendar to check out what was going on when she noticed that she had the whole day blocked out. 

When she clicked on the boxes to see what was scheduled they all said things that didn't make sense. 

Yoga at 11:30.

Mani/pedi at 12:30.

Blowout at 2. 

Dinner at 7.

When she saw the dinner at 7 her eyes widened as she shot out of her chair so fast it crashed to the ground as she raced out of her office.  

Her coffee abandoned on her desk to grow cold.

~

"ERIN" 

Erin smiled around her cup as she calmly took a sip of her coffee and turned her phone so Lucy, who she had been FaceTiming, could see Ivy racing down the hall.

"Wow, she's booking it."

"The only other time I've seen her run this fast is when I messaged her to let her know her Harry Styles vinyl had arrived." 

Lucy blinked, "That's...that's the most on brand thing I've ever heard for Ivy."

"Isn't it though?" Erin said as she tilted her head to the side.

Ivy jumped over the last step on the staircase and slid to a stop in front of Erin's desk, panting, "Why...do I...jesus christ..." she muttered as she laid her forehead on Erin's desk as Erin stared in bemusement and Lucy snickered. 

"Why do I have weird ass appointments all day? Appointments that make it seem like I have a DATE?" Ivy lifted her head up on the last word to glare accusingly at Erin and Lucy who both looked way more smug than they had any right to. 

"We knew that you would always have an excuse to not go on that date that Rami and I had to plan for you so we," Lucy nodded at Erin who wiggled her fingers at Ivy, "took the liberty to make sure you had time to go on that date that Rami, and I, have so graciously set up for you."

Ivy's eyes darted between Lucy and Erin as she chewed over Lucy's words, "You also had a say in who Rami picked to be my date this evening?"

"Yes. Don't worry, I didn't want you to suffer THAT much." 

Ivy wracked her brain to come up with a reason for why she couldn't get to any of the appointments, or how to get out of the date but she kept coming up empty or poking holes in her own plan. 

She groaned and let her forehead thump against the desk. 

Lucy yelped and Erin grabbed Ivy's collar to pull her up right, "Are you kidding? Don't do that! You can't bruise yourself before your date!"

~~~

"So, we're meeting at 7?"

"Yeah, man. There's this new Italian place I want to check out with you."

"Rami, oh my god, are you asking me out on a date?" 

Rami chuckled as Lucy shot him a thumbs up from across the couch as Erin and Ivy hung up and promised to keep her updated. 

"Yeah, I guess I am bud."

"This is all happening so fast, I don't even know what to SAY." Joe said as he paced around his apartment. 

"Just say you'll meet me outside of Etna's at 7."

"Yeah, bud, sounds good." Joe cleared his throat and before he could really think about what he was saying asked, "Are Lucy and Ivy coming with us?"

There was a beat then, "No man, it's just going to be us. I hope that's cool. I know I'm not as sexy as Ivy but I could wear something low cut and try-"

"NOPE. That will not be necessary."

"Alright, just thought I'd offer. What? Oh. Lucy just said she still wants me to wear something low cut and for you to wear something that will show off some leg."

"Tell her I have this little black number with a thigh high slit."

Rami's muffled voice relayed Joe's message and he could hear Lucy snort.

"She's very excited to see it."

"Great. I'll see you at 7 bud."

"See ya." 

Joe hung up and heaved a sigh as he opened up his text thread with Ivy. He was tempted to invite Ivy himself but he closed out before he could fully talk himself into doing anything.

~~~

Lucy's hand made contact with Rami's as they high fived. 

"You played your part beautifully babe."

"Thanks, Erin has everything good to go with Ivy, right?"

Lucy nodded, "When I hung up Ivy had made peace with the fact it was happening and was heading out."

"Perfect. And Joe's good to go so now, we can just relax and-"

Lucy whipped her head around with wide eyes, "RELAX? Are you kidding me Malik? I won't be able to SLEEP until I get confirmation that those two are boning down!"

Rami stared at Lucy with soft eyes. 

"What?"

"Did you say the same thing to your friends before we started dating?"

"As a matter of fact I did."

Rami sighed and nudged her thigh with his foot, "And I didn't think I could love you any more than I already do."

~~~

Ivy tugged the hemline down on the dress Erin had helped her pick out. She thanked the stars that the fabric was black and prayed to whatever deity was in charge of sweat glands to help hers not be so overactive. 

The embroidered flowers running down the front were a false cheerfulness she did not feel about this date. Even with Lucy's help she was sure Rami had picked some terrible guy or worse, his twin brother as a joke. 

The heels of her sandals slapped on the pavement as she crested the hill to get to Etna's. She stopped dead in her tracks causing a small pile up of humans behind her as she stared at the last person she expected to see outside of Etna's.

Joe. 

Standing outside of Etna's.

The place that Lucy and Rami had planned for her to have her date at. 

All of a sudden her pulse quickened as she contemplated just what this meant for her. 

Was Joe her date? 

Did Rami and Lucy really come through for her this one time? 

She took a few deep breathes and without realizing it, was in front of Joe,

"Hi."

Joe looked up from his phone to grunt back a hi then looked back down at his phone only to do a comical double take as he fully took in who was standing in front of him.

"Hi, yourself." He breathed out as he slid his phone into his pocket.

Ivy's hair was in soft waves that increased his desire to thread his fingers through her hair. She looked radiant. The soft smile that broke across her face as she contemplated Joe made his eyes go soft.

"I, uh, I like your sweater." she said as she fiddled with the bag she was holding. 

"Huh? Oh, thanks." Joe smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. 

"So, what are you doing here?"

Joe looked over Ivy's shoulder, "Well, Rami said to meet him here for a date so, here I am."

"Huh, funny. Lucy and Erin cashed in on that bet we lost and planned a date for me today here too..."

Her eyes got wide and locked onto Joe's as the sentence faded from her mouth and Joe's eyes widened as the realization of the hoops and scamming that had to go into this plan washed over them like a wave. 

"I know I should be upset but I'm actually really proud of them for organizing this. I mean, the amount of time and effort it took is...really impressive." Ivy said begrudgingly as she crossed her arms.

The dazed look on Joe's face was almost comical, "Yeah, I-wow. I'm impressed." He looked down at Ivy, "So, wait. Am I...your date?" 

"That's what it's looking like, Ace." Ivy fidgeted with her purse as she became entranced with the ground, "Are you...disappointed?"

Joe's eyes grew wide as he placed a hand on Ivy's shoulder,"What? No! God. Ivy. no. Not at all. I'm just happy you weren't stuck with some loser."

Ivy smiled, "Me too. Though I think I did get stuck with an even bigger loser." 

Joe rolled his eyes, "Alright, funny guy, let's go eat some food."

Ivy giggled as Joe reached around her and opened the door for her. She stepped into the dim room and waited for her date to come in as well. 

~~~

"Okay but you have to admit, Abbey Road is one of the most iconic albums in history!" Joe spluttered as the ice cream cone he was holding was in very real danger of toppling as he moved his arms around in incredulity. 

"Yeah, in terms of album cover art. Not so much in terms of music. That's what Sgt. Pepper is for." Ivy explained calmly as she excavated a large piece of chocolate from her own ice cream with her spoon and popped it into her mouth. 

"Well, you're wrong, but that's fine. You just sit there in your wrongness and be wrong." Joe shrugged as he took a lick of his own cone and admired how the setting sun played up the colors of Ivy's hair. 

Ivy hummed as they continued walked back to her apartment. She had protested, saying she didn't want Joe to walk all that way but even her protests sounded weak to her ears.

"Well, if I'm so wrong what's your favorite Beatles album?" Joe bumped his hip against Ivy, breaking her out of her thoughts. 

Ivy brought another spoonful of ice cream up to her lips (the pornographic thoughts Joe had had as he watched her take the spoon out of her mouth was criminal) and contemplated Joe's question,

She swallowed, "Revolver."

"WHAT? You just said Sgt. Pepper was their most iconic!" Joe cried. 

Ivy shrugged, "Yeah, it is. But you asked what my favorite Beatles album is and it's Revolver. Those are two very different questions to be asking a person."

Joe stared at her incredulously and shook his head, "Well, at least we agree on that." 

"Your favorite album is Revolver too?" 

Joe nodded in agreement as he took a particularly over the top lick of his ice cream and Ivy swallowed loudly wondering what else he could do with that tongue. 

She was shaken from her thoughts as she realized they had reached her apartment. She looked up and then back at Joe, "You know, I do have all of the Beatles records in my apartment. We should probably listen to them and settle this once and for all."

Joe nodded, "I think you're absolutely correct." 

It was the only time Joe had thrown out ice cream and not been upset about how wasteful it was as he scurried behind Ivy to follow her to her apartment. 

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Ivy wracked her brain as she desperately tried to remember if everything was clean, or at the very least, not a disaster. She cracked the door a little and did a sweep with her eyes before deeming it acceptable and waving Joe into her home. 

Joe walked in and was struck with how much this place screamed of Ivy. Concert posters took up all of the wall space. Her collection of records were kept in milk cartons lined up against the wall. Books were crammed into a book shelf that had started sagging under the weight of all the stories, so piles of books littered the room. The various lamps she was turning on lent a soft light to the whole place and made it feel warm and cozy. 

Ivy lit a candle as she studied Joe taking it all in. "If you want, you can get out which Beatles record we should start with. They're organized by band name."

"Of course they are." 

"Just because I like things organized..." she trailed off as she set the candle down and bent down to take her shoes off.

Joe snickered as he bent down to flip through her records. He was shocked by Ivy's extensive collection. He felt he had had a solid idea of what to expect and what music Ivy enjoyed, then he'd flip to the next record and it would be a band that came out of left field.

Classic rock, jazz, pop, indie, 80's synth bands. Bands and albums he had heard of and others he had never heard of till just now. He finally found Revolver and was getting ready to pop it on the turntable when Ivy inhaled sharply. 

He looked over his shoulder at her, "What?"

Ivy was ramrod straight, hands clenched into fists as an internal conflict played across her face, she finally breathed out and walked to Joe, "Sorry, it's just. Can I do it? I have a very specific way that I treat my records and it makes me nervous when other people touch them."

Joe stared at Ivy for a beat, then blinked, "You're the strangest girl I've ever met." 

Ivy reached her hands out to gently pry the record from his hands, "Thanks. Now give me my Beatles album before you muck it up."

Joe held his hands up in easy surrender as he watched her carefully extract it from its sleeve and wipe it down, then carefully set it on the turntable. He admired the way that she handled things. Especially music. She was so passionate about it. All aspects of music. She respected it and she had imparted her many "rules" she had about music to Joe over the course of their date. 

She hated being on her phone during a concert, ("They spent so much time preparing for it! It's like any other theatre performance!") to how she handled her records to how she organized her playlists. He was endeared by how much she cared. 

As the opening notes of Taxman eked through the speakers, Ivy tapped her foot to the beat then turned to find her face was in line with Joe's chest. She yipped, "Gah! I didn't know you were that close."

"Sorry, I can move away-" Joe was cut off as Ivy's hand snapped out and grabbed his hand, "It's okay. I-I don't mind you being close." She mumbled. 

Joe's eyebrow quirked up, "Yeah? How about this close?" 

He took another step towards her. 

Ivy felt her breath hitch, "That's fine."

"How about now?" He took another step and tilted her chin up as he looked down at her.

She swallowed thickly as she nodded. 

He leaned down so when he spoke his next words, his lips brushed against hers with every other syllable. 

"How about now?" 

Ivy flung her arms around his neck and pulled Joe down into a kiss that had been building up for far too long. She ran her hands through the short hairs at the base of his neck, causing a small moan to erupt from him.

Joe felt Ivy's lips curl up into a smile as he moaned and that almost caused him to become completely undone. His arms wound tighter around her waist as he deepened the kiss.

Ivy felt the breath leaving her lungs as he leaned into her even more, causing her to stand on her tip toes and kiss him back even harder. 

As she tried to get on Joe's level her knees buckled ("I still can't believe your knees buckled. What are you? A heroine in a Jane Austen novel?" "I'm going to smother you with this pillow, is THAT something a Jane Austen heroine does?") which caused her to fall back and Joe's lips to leave hers. 

Heavy breathing filled the silence as Eleanor Rigby started up telling her tale of rice and sadness. 

"Okay, so, uhm, that was...yeah. Wow." Ivy said as she blinked, trying to process what had just happened.

"I couldn't have said it better myself." Joe chuckled as he reached out to brush a piece of Ivy's hair out of her face and saw her eyes soften. He tucked away that piece of knowledge for later. 

"So, what now?"

Ivy smirked, "This" and leaned up to press a deeper kiss to Joe's lips who returned it with equal fervor.

In between kissing Ivy's (beautiful, perfect, he could write sonnets about them) lips, he muttered, "While I love this, should we maybe go somewhere...else?"

Ivy smirked against Joe's lips, "Joseph, are you asking me to show you my room?"

Joe pulled back immediately with wide eyes, grasping at her forearms, "I mean-if you don't want to I totally get that. I'm so sorry I thought-I just- I mean, we KISSED, so, and, I just, I mean, I've wanted to do that since I laid eyes on you and-"

She cut him off with another kiss.

"I'm giving you shit, c'mon. If we don't get to my room now I'm about to do things on my couch that should never be done on a couch outside of porn."

Joe had never run so fast in his life. 

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IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE (A BEN HARDY STORY) Part 2

Summary: A story about how Cora and Ben become intertwined in this thing we call fate. 

Ben Hardy X original female character

Word Count: 1,952

A/N:

*Let me know what you think. This is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy reading this. Also let me know if you want me to continue the story. Also let me know if you wanna be tagged for future chapters*

Chapter 2- Decisions Decisions  

Have you ever met someone who just changed your life and it felt like all the puzzle pieces finally came together. All the past relationships you have been thorough never would have stood a chance with this person. 

It was felt like time had been frozen again and this time all eyes were on Cora in this moment and also on the person who caught her. Right as she was caught she looked up to see who the person was. Her jaw dropped and she could not believe who it was. Ben Hardy’s hazel eyes were staring right back at hers. She was stunned! Cora then realized that he must have had said something because he started to give her a worried look. So instead of looking like a complete idiot she needed to say something but what she could only come up with was…

“Huh?”

Ben cracked a smile and let out a little laugh.

“I said I’m glad I saved you and it looks like we meet again.”

“Oh, right and thank you so much! I honestly would not have lived that down” 

Meanwhile Cora and Ben were still having their little moment what they didn't realize that this moment was about to become big. Everyone in the shop had slowly started to realize that Ben Hardy was in their presence. So one by one phones were being taken out and snapping photos of Ben and mystery girl. It wasn't the fact that Ben was there that was newsworthy but the newsworthy part was the position Cora and Ben are in. It was only a matter of seconds before the photo would be spread around and everyone will be wondering who Cora is. A flash had gone off and alerted Cora of what was happening. Her eyes left Ben’s and she turned her head to see what was going on. She saw that all eyes were on her. Her eyes widened at the sight and she started to feel her heart beating fast. All she knew she needed to do was find the quickest exit possible. Ben having noticed Cora’s panicked look turn to see what she was looking at all immediately saw the predicament. This situation was not good! Cora quickly got out of Ben’s hold and left the shop. It was like she was never there. 

As she was walking down the street a block away from from the coffee shop her heart beat started to slow down and she immediately felt calmer. Ben having ran after her to try and catch her was now outta breath. Thankfully he had managed to catch up to her. Once he was close enough he lightly grabbed her arm to stop her from continuing any farther. 

“Will you please wait? I’m sorry If I had done anything. I wasn't trying for anything like that to happen! I hope you will believe me.” Ben asked hoping there was still a little hope. Ever since he saw this woman at the premiere he was drawn to her. He had regretted not getting her name that night. 

“You did nothing at all. It was the position we were in that bothers me. That photo those people were taking of us is about to be over the news. I’m not that girl that enjoys the spotlight like that!” Cora replied hoping that maybe he might leave her alone even though a part of her didn't want that. 

“Well forgive me for that unfortunate thing that is going to happen” he said immediately feeling major guilt that his profession could come has to come with this hinderance. He loved acting but having your private life become public from photographs wasn't his favorite part. 

“I accept your apology and trust me it wasn't you. Is there something else you need or were you just wanting to apologize?” 

“Right, well this is going to sound creepy and hopefully it won’t! I remember seeing you at my movie premiere for Bohemian Rhapsody and I wish I had asked your name and had also gotten your phone number. There was something about you that caught my eye. So what I’m asking is would you maybe like to hangout one night and get to know each other? If you say no I completely understand. Especially after what had just happened but I’m hoping there is still a small chance.” Ben said with a slight nervous tone. A girl has never had this effect on him before.

Cora hesitated with what he asked because like he said she was drawn to him as well that night and seeing him again today had to mean something. Didn’t it? On the other hand dating a celebrity would come with some its hindrances. Would she really want to put herself though all that trouble with having to deal with them. Should she take the easy path and decline his offer and get on with life or should she take the harder path and see where this thing with Ben could go.

“I have decided to……..take you up on your offer. I would like to get to know you as well.” 

Ben breathed a sigh of relief. He was thankful his opportunity wasn't lost. 

“Thank you! I hope you don't regret it! Whats your name by the way?”

“My name is Cora and you must be Ben, right?” 

“Yeah thats me!” 

“So if you won’t mind me asking when are you thinking you would like to hang out?”

“Does two weeks from now sound good with you. I know it will be awhile but I still have to do press for Bohemian Rhapsody and then I have to fly out and have to finish up some scenes from another movie I’m filming. After that I will be free!”

“That sounds good with me.” 

“Great! Lets exchange numbers so we can get to know each other more and to set up that night when we can hang.”

Cora and Ben exchanged numbers and parted ways. Once Cora came back to the apartment after picking up what she needed to get, she stopped right before entering the apartment door and let out a little squeal. After calming herself down she walked in. She went to the kitchen to set the bags down and Lily was there heating up some leftover dinner from the night before.

“Well hello to you! You look positively radiant. What gave you this glow?” Did you get laid?” Lily asked happy to see Cora like this. 

“Why yes Lily I totally hooked up with a random stranger! It was very hot and heavy. No you crazy but you will never believe the real reason though!” 

“Oh yeah! Try me then.”

After Cora told Lily all about what happened she couldn't believe it. She was shocked to say the least but extremely happy for Cora and a little worried. Lily just didn't want to see Cora get hurt if something happened. Lily kept that thought to herself and celebrated the fact that her best friend lucked out. 

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Later that night as Cora was reading her favorite book Pride and Prejudice her cell phone rang and alerted her that she received a message. She set down the book to hold her place and reached over on her nightstand to pick up her phone. 

Ben: Hey, sorry if i woke you up. I was just but wondering what was going on? 

Cora smiled real big and quickly responded back.

Cora: Hey and no I wasn’t. I was just reading. What about you? 

Ben: Nothing really just sitting outside and playing with my dog. What are you reading? 

Cora: I’m reading one of my favorite books called Pride and Prejudice. Aww how sweet. What kind of dog do you have? 

Ben: I have a beagle and his name is Frankie. 

Cora: He has a cool name. 

Ben: Thanks! I tried lol. Anyway I was also wondering and hoping to get a feel on what you like. This would be for when we hangout. 

Cora: I’m honestly down for anything! I’m not a picky person. 

Ben: Good I’m glad. What would say to going on a hike? Instead of just hanging at night we can spend the day together. How does that sound? 

Cora: That sounds amazing and I will totally be down for a good hike! 

Ben: Sweet! When it gets closer we can decide where we can go. 

Cora: Sounds good! Can’t wait! 

Ben: Same with me! Have a good night and I’ll talk to you later. 

Cora: Thanks and same to you! 

Cora set down her phone and immediately yelled for Lily to come to her room to tell her the news. After receiving the news Lily hugged Cora and told her that she was very happy for her and she deserves this! Soon after Lily left her room Cora was so excited for that day to hurry up and come because she was wanting to see Ben again. These next two weeks are going to drag on like no tomorrow. 

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Soon it was the day that Cora was going to hang with Ben. She was so excited that she practically didn't get any sleep. Throughout the last two weeks Cora and Ben texted each other constantly! There was never a dull moment in the conversations or any awkward moments. They had even talked on the on the phone for a solid two hours one night. Talking to him just felt natural and it seemed like she had known him her whole life. It was strange but it was a good kind of strange. 

After getting ready and making sure she had everything she needed in her backpack since they are going hiking, she made her way to the kitchen and saw Lily eating breakfast. 

“You already to go and do you have everything?” Lily asked 

“I believe so. If not hopefully Ben will.”

“Well anyway I hope you guys have a fun time. Try not to embarrass yourself or anything and also do not do anything that I would do!” Lily said in a jokingly manner yet also serious at the same time. 

“Yes mother and you know I’m not that girl!”

“I know I was just messing. Though seriously have a good time and don't be nervous or anything because it sounds like Ben really likes you.” 

“Thanks and I’m actually not nervous. I’m just really anxious to see him again and just to hangout.”

“Good I’m glad and thats how it should be. He should be here anytime now shouldn't he?”

“Yeah he said he will pick me up at 10 and its only 9:45.” 

A couple minutes later there was a knock on the door and Cora went to go answer it. As she opened it she immediately got the butterfly sensation in her stomach. 

“Well Good morning and I don't know about you but I’m glad this day is finally here. What do you say you ready to go?” Ben said

“Good Morning and yeah I’m ready to go. Let me go grab my back and say goodbye to Lily. Actually would you want to come inside and say hello to her?”

“Sure that would be nice.”

After meeting Lily it was time to go. As Cora and Ben stepped outside Ben closed the door behind them. Cora had stopped and looked around and was admiring how beautiful a day it was going to be. 

“My car is over here.” 

Once Ben and Cora were safely buckled in Ben turned to Cora. 

“So you ready for our little adventure?” He asked smiling. 

Cora turned her head from looking out the window to look at him. She smiled right back. 

“So ready!” 

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

Dominant and possessive Lyutsifer Safin X Fem!Reader Prompt

!TW: Mild violence, jealousy, mention of cheating/suspicions of, threat, implied mention of divorce, word ‘jerk’, implied suspicion of abusive relationship!

You smiled when you noticed Safin approaching you from behind in the mirror; you had been brushing your hair. Safin wrapped his arms around your waist, admiring you as he did. “You’re so beautiful,” he mused, and you could feel your cheeks warming up as blood rushed to them, “I can’t believe you’re mine, and I still can’t believe how perfect you are.”

“Safin,” you whined, flustered as you lowered the hairbrush.

Safin smirked, amused; he would always love and revel in the effect he had on you. “You’re adorable,” Safin responded, and you whimpered, trying to hide your face from him. “Don’t hide from me, angel,” Safin spoke gently, before he carefully turned you to face him with both of his hands on either side of your waist. “Look at me,” Safin commanded softly, and you lifted your face to his. Safin grinned when he noticed how red your cheeks were, and he lifted his hand to place it on your left cheek. “No one else is allowed to see you like this,” Safin stated, “this sight is for my eyes only. Don’t forget that.” You nodded, and Safin briefly connected his lips to your’s.

𖧷☭𖤍

Safin had become suspicious of you; he thought you were seeing James behind his back, when in reality you were stuck working late, and had to come back later than you normally would. Safin decided, on one of these days, to confront you about his suspicions, and you would be startled when Safin suddenly pulled you away from the door, before he slammed it. “Safin-”

Safin gingerly pressed you against the door, making you whimper as your back collided with it painfully. “Where were you?” Safin demanded, his voice firm and threatening.

“I - I was at work!” You cried, your voice trembling as you were frightened. “I just - just had s-some paperwork I needed to finish,” you explained, and Safin grunted, begrudgingly deciding to believe you.

“I believe you,” Safin uttered, and you expressed relief, “but if I find out you’re cheating on me with James, I’ll kill him.”

You would be shocked, realising why he had been acting strangely around you the past few days. “Cheating on you? Safin, I could never do that to you,” you responded, a hurt look on your face, “I love you.”

“Yes,” Safin murmured, “but you used to love him, too.”

“Not anymore,” you stated, “because he broke my heart, and you repaired it, as well as made it stronger.”

Safin released you, smiling weakly. “You love me,” Safin mused, and you nodded, intertwining your fingers with his.

“I worship you,” you added, and Safin’s smile grew; he, like he had done a lot recently, wondered what he’d done to deserve someone as loyal and as kind as you.

𖧷☭𖤍

You and Safin had been snuggled up together on the sofa, but the moment was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. You groaned, and Safin would be disappointed, begrudgingly letting you get up, before he hid himself by the door in the next room. You would be surprised when you opened the door to someone who looked like your first ex-boyfriend, Mike. “Hey! It’s been a long time!” The man greeted, smiling sheepishly.

You expressed confusion, leaning against the doorframe slightly. “I’m sorry,” you responded, “do I know you?”

“It’s me,” the man answered, “Mike.” You frowned, nervously looking back at the door Safin had gone through, before you looked back at Mike. “High school?” Mike pried, and you nodded.

“I - I remember you,” you clarified, forcing a smile. “How did you find my place?” You inquired, curious.

“One of my friends said they saw you come here,” Mike answered, “I just thought I’d see for myself. I’ve been meaning to contact you for quite some time.”

You put on another shiny, weak smile. “I don’t mean to be rude, but - why?” You questioned, and Mike rubbed the back of his neck, looking around.

“I’ve been in a - bad situation, lately,” Mike admitted, “I mean - My wife left me, and I lost my job, and..”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” you stated, and Mike nodded gravely. “But - Why are you here to see me when you’re in such a dire situation?” You pried, and Mike anxiously shuffled on the spot.

“I’ve just - missed you, Y/n, I really have,” Mike claimed, his voice briefly trembling. “And I know I was a jerk when we were together, but - I’m different now, and if you give me another chance I promise I will-”

“I’m sorry, Mike,” you interrupted, shaking your head, “I - I can’t take you back. I’m actually - happily married, and have two daughters.”

Mike would be surprised, trying to hide that he was disheartened by your revelation. “O-Oh,” Mike stammered, “congrats! I - I’m happy for you, I really am.”

You felt bad for a moment, but tried to push the feeling away. “I’m sorry again, Mike,” you replied, and Mike shook his head, forcing a smile at you.

“It’s okay,” Mike reassured you, “anyway - I don’t live too far from here. Maybe - Maybe we could meet up sometime? I’ll give you my new number-”

“No!” You exclaimed, surprising Mike. “D-Don’t,” you murmured, knowing that Safin might send someone to go after him if he gave you his number.

Mike would express concern for you as you warily looked behind you again, and he wondered if you were lying about your marriage being happy. “Why not?” Mike questioned, and you tried to think of an excuse.

“I don’t have my phone on me right now, it - it’s being repaired,” you answered, and Mike reluctantly decided to believe you.

“I’ll write it down for you, then-”

“N-No time,” you interrupted, “I can smell that what I was cooking is - is burning, so - I should get it out of the oven.” Before Mike could say anything else, you closed the door, leaning heavily against it.

You winced when Safin came out of his hiding place; he was grimacing; he knew you must have been trying to protect Mike. “You were trying to protect him from me,” Safin uttered, feeling slightly betrayed by you. “But you can’t protect him forever,” Safin claimed, his voice suddenly firm and cold, “I’m going to hunt him down, and make sure that he knows that you’re mine, now.” You shook your head, but he ignored your action, advancing closer to you slowly and swiftly. “Though I shouldn’t have to,” Safin stated, before he relocated a strand of your hair from your neck, where he’d left dark marks. You winced when he skimmed his thumb over one of them, before he placed his hand on your cheek. “Why do you think I gave you these, Y/n?” Safin asked, but you wouldn’t dare answer. “I want people to see the marks I leave on you, so they know you’re taken,” Safin answered, and you nodded to show that you understood. “I don’t want anyone trying to steal you from me, like he thought he could,” Safin stated, “you belong to me, and no one else.” You nodded again, and Safin withdrew his hand. “You won’t speak to him again?” Safin inquired, and you shook your head.

“Why would I want to?” You asked, and Safin smiled softly, pleased by your answer. “I only ever want to talk to you, Sylvie and Emily,” you stated, “nobody else.” Safin then wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the hug, trying to forget about what had just happened.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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Per Ardua Ad Astra // G. Lee Chapter 1

A/N: This is just to satisfy my longing for Gwilym in RAF uniform. Crossposted to my wattpad - HannahHassall - and my AO3 - HannahPelham

Wing Commander Gwilym Lee walked into the village pub and sat down at one of the tables near the door. He and some of the other officers of his Squadron had a rare night off, and they were going to spend it getting as drunk as possible without getting an official reprimand. Gwilym knew his limits, of course. He’d joined the RAF at 18 and had learned his way around drinking in the force the hard way. Now, as the most senior officer out that night, he knew he had to be the responsible one. He was pulled from his daydreams by some of the younger officers sitting down at his table, drinks in hand. He thanked them, and took a sip from his pint. He had no idea which beer the boys had bought him, but he liked it. He looked over to the bar to see what beers they had on offer, and then his eyes met hers. He stopped breathing for a moment. She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, but it was more than that. She was smiling, laughing with her patrons, but she had sad eyes. Eyes that told him there was something more to her than just a pub landlady. He didn’t know how long they were there, eyes locked. It was her that pulled away first, startled from her daze by an irritated man trying to get served. It was a few more seconds before Gwilym was pulled from his.

“Just ask her out, sir” one of his junior officers said. Gwilym said nothing, he just gave the younger man a stern look.

She was on Gwilym’s mind for the rest of the night. As he sipped his pint, he could only think of her. He wondered what made her so sad, he wondered why she ran a pub in a small village, when she could probably have a better career. He wondered what was keeping her in such a small place, when she deserved the world. Maybe he could show her the world.

The other officers kept badgering him, egging him on, telling him he should just ask her out. It wasn’t that simple, of course. His career in the RAF was his life, and he knew that whoever he dated and eventually married would have to understand that. He would go wherever the force took him. Maybe she would understand, as far as he knew, that pub hadn’t changed hands in the nearly 20 years he’d been at the base on the outskirts of the village. He was sure he’d probably been in there before, seen her before, but this time was different for some reason. He knew he needed to talk to her before the night was over.

As last orders was called, Gwilym knew this was his final moment. Before he even knew what he was doing, he was walking towards the bar. He caught her eye and smiled.

“What can I get you, Wing Commander?” She asked, walking towards him. He was immediately impressed. She knew her RAF rank insignia.

“Your phone number” He found himself saying, with a smile. She grinned back and grabbed the pen that was in her hair and a napkin from the bar. She scribbled her number on it and gave it to him with a smile.

“I hope to see you again, Wing Commander…” she trailed off, realising she didn’t know his name.

“Lee. Gwilym Lee, Miss?” he asked.

“Margaret Coleman” She replied. He quickly rested his hand on hers, before he turned on his heel and walked out the door, grinning like an idiot.

The next morning, Margaret was woken by her phone vibrating on her bedside table. She picked it up to see a text from an unknown number:

‘Dinner tonight? Wg Cdr Lee x’

She smiled widely as she quickly fired off a reply.

‘If I can get someone to cover the pub, you’re on. Margaret x’

This made Gwilym smile very widely indeed, prompting some funny looks from the other officers in the mess. He couldn’t wait until that evening.

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Margaret paced nervously up and down the bar as she waited for Gwilym to turn up. She couldn’t believe she’d have to let him down when she so desperately wanted to go for dinner with him. She hoped he’d turn up soon, otherwise she might wear a hole in the floor with her pacing. Just as she stopped and looked at the door, he walked through it, looking more attractive in his uniform than she’d ever seen a man look. Her heart fell when she saw his smile.

“Ready?” He asked as he reached the bar. She smiled weakly.

“Gwilym, I’m so sorry” She said quietly, feeling like she might cry.

“What?” He asked, suddenly worried he’d done something wrong.

“I…I… look, come upstairs and I’ll explain. It’s a long story” She replied, walking around the bar, and dragging him upstairs.

As they walked into the flat above the pub, Gwilym immediately knew. There were toys and schoolbags scattered about. She had children.

“You have children?” He asked as they sat down on the sofa.

“I do. 2 girls. I should have told you yesterday” Margaret replied as she fiddled with her skirt nervously.

“No, it’s okay. I get that it’s hard for you to tell someone you’re hopefully interested in as you’re worried you’ll scare them off” Gwilym said calmly, resting his hand on hers. She seemed to calm down a little at his touch, which made Gwilym’s heart soar.

“Something like that. I found some kids from the village to cover me at the pub, but I couldn’t find a babysitter for the girls” She explained. They sat there quietly for a few minutes, taking in their situation and working out what they were going to do next. It was Gwilym who broke the silence.

“Tell me about them”

“Who?” Margaret asked, daydreaming.

“The girls” Gwilym replied, looking at her with complete adoration in his eyes.

“Rose and Daisy. Look, I need to get back to the pub but if you hang around I’ll tell you all about them later. Is that ok?” Margaret asked nervously. Gwilym surprised her by pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“I’d like nothing more”

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Margaret and Gwilym spent the evening in the pub, behind the bar. Margaret poured wine and took orders as Gwilym pulled pints. Every now and then, their eyes would meet and they would smile at each other. Gwilym hadn’t imagined, of course, that some of the other boys from his Squadron would be going to the pub that evening. He hadn’t noticed them until one came up for the bar to pay for their round.

“6 pints of bitter, sir” the young man said, smirking at his superior officer. Gwilym just rolled his eyes and served his subaltern. All the while, Margaret grinned at him from the other end of the bar.

Before they knew it, it was last orders, and they were closing up the pub. Margaret was aprehentious. She knew this meant she and Gwilym would be having their chat about the girls pretty soon, and she would reveal her past to him like she had to nobody else. As soon as the tables were wiped and the doors were locked, Margaret grabbed Gwilym’s hand and led him up the stairs to the flat, with them sitting exactly where they’d sat earlier. Gwilym looked at the photographs on the mantle. They were all of Margaret and her girls. No man in sight. Margaret saw him looking and took it as her opportunity.

“He’s dead” She said simply, handing him a mug of tea. Gwilym looked at her, confused.

“Who is?” Gwilym asked. He was fairly sure he knew what she was on about, but he wanted to be sure.

“The girls dad. My late husband, Alexander” Margaret clarified, gesturing for Gwilym to sit down next to her. He tentatively wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief when she leant her head on his shoulder. He noticed the photos on the arm of the sofa next to her.

“I’ve never told anybody what I’m about to tell you in so much detail, so forgive me if I falter” Margaret said. Gwilym nodded, and let her speak.

“Alexander and I married young. We were 21, and in love. We were still in love at the end, of course. I had the pub, and he helped me run it. My parents died when I was young, so it was just me and him. 8 years ago, little Rose came along and was the light of our life. We weren’t sure if we were able to have children. We’d been trying for years and years and we’d had years of nothing before Rose. Then, 8 months later, I got pregnant with Daisy. She was born 4 months before Alexander died. We were living down the road at the time. He was walking home from the pub when a drunk driver knocked him down. He was rushed to hospital and was on life support for a few days, but we knew there was no hope. A nurse looked after the girls whilst I made the decision. I sat and held his hand as he slipped away. I’d cried myself out by that point. I drove myself and the girls home, and didn’t move for hours. I allowed myself until the funeral to wallow in pity, but after that the pub was back open and we moved in here. It’s been us three ever since” Margaret said, quietly and steadily, voice never faltering. She handed Gwilym the photographs. Her wedding, when she was pregnant with the girls, the girls as babies. A photo of Alexander holding both of them.

“That’s the only photo I have of Alex with both of them” She said, peering over at it with a smile.

“You’re incredibly brave” Gwilym replied, matching her volume.

“I’ve made my peace with it. It’s time to move on” She said. They both knew what this meant, leaning in towards one another, before they were startled apart by a deafening rumble of thunder.

“3, 2, 1…” Margaret whispered, smirking in the direction of the girls bedroom. As if on cue, Rose and Daisy came running into the room, and made a beeline for their mother.

“Did the thunder scare you?” Margaret asked the little girls in her arms. They both nodded in reply. The girls then clocked Gwilym.

“Mummy, who’s that?” Rose asked, peering at him from behind the stuffed rabbit in her arms.

“That’s Mummy’s friend Gwilym. He works up on the air base” Margaret explained. Rose and Daisy looked at each other, and crawled into Gwilym’s arms. He was surprised for a moment, but soon wrapped his arms around the little girls in his lap. He smiled at Margaret, and she smiled back. Daisy extracted herself from Gwilym’s hold, but Rose stayed there, burying her face into his uniform as the thunder and lightening carried on outside. They stayed there until the weather subdued, and the girls fell back asleep. They carried them to bed, and tucked them in with a kiss on the forehead. Margaret watched from the doorway as Gwilym said goodnight to the girls. In such a short time, he’d become incredibly fond of them. He was incredibly fond of their mother, so it seemed only right.

The clock struck 3am, and Gwilym realised he should be making his way back to the base. He’d gotten permission from his commanding officer to be out as late as he wanted, explaining that he had a date and he didn’t know what was going to come of it, but he didn’t want to push his luck. He grabbed his uniform jacket and cap, and walked to the door.

“Margaret, thank you. I had a wonderful time” he said as he did up his jacket and put his cap back on his head.

“Sorry we didn’t go for dinner” she replied.

“This was much better. Thank you for letting me meet your daughters” Gwilym said, whispering the last part.

“I didn’t really have much choice” She laughed.

“But still, thank you”

Before either of them knew what they were doing, Gwilym’s lips were on Margaret’s. It was chaste, and quick, but perfect.

“Goodnight Wing Commander” She whispered, blushing.

“Goodnight Mrs Coleman” He replied, just the same.

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x original female character #military au #fanfiction #RAF #rami malek #ben hardy #joe mazzello #bohemian rhapsody movie #fluff

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*Nothing against Dominik Garcia. I know this isn’t how he is in real life but it’s just for the story. I don’t remember every detail from this episode and also going off of bloopers. The part with Sam at the end might not be the same scene but it’s one of my favorites so I’m adding it.*

Rami Malek/Elliot Alderson x female reader

I was sitting on the couch with my back resting against the arm rest reading and my legs resting on Rami’s lap. In his hands was a script for ‘Mr. Robot.’ They start filming the episode in a couple days. As soon as Rami got the script, the first thing he did was read it over and over. By the fourth time, I was running through the lines with him. In this episode, I read that he hooks up with a woman named Olivia Cortez at a bar. I sigh. At some point in our apartment, we ended up practicing.

The day came where he had to leave and head to location. We woke up. He got ready, gathered his things, gave me a kiss then headed out. Later that morning, I headed to work. Throughout the day, I would every once in awhile get texts from him and sometimes calls. A few days passed and I started noticing he was tired and frustrated. I ask “Everything okay?” He runs his fingers through his hair and sighs. He says “I’m not sure but Sam keeps saying that some of these scenes don’t seem to be working.”

We spent the rest of the evening just hanging out. The next day, he went to set and came home with the same frustration. Rami and I were in the kitchen making dinner when his phone rang. He tells me “It’s Sam Esmail. I got to take this.” I continue cooking as he sits in one of the chairs on the opposite side of the counter. He says “Hey Sam, what’s up?” He nods and says “Yeah. Right, I agree.” Rami still on the phone, looks at me and says “I’m not sure but I can ask. Hang on a minute.” He slides the phone down a little and asks “Hey babe, Sam is wondering if you would like to be a part of the show?”

My jaw drops as I say “Uhhh...What? What would I have to do?” The script was laying on the counter, he flips through the pages and points to the name, Olivia Cortez. My mouth still hanging open. I ask him “I thought Dominik Garcia was playing her?” He tells me “Sam doesn’t think the chemistry is there. So, he wanted me to ask you.” I ask “I’m honored. Are you okay with it?” He smiles, nods and says “Yes I am. So...What do you say?” I tell him with a smile “Tell Sam, I am in.” Rami moves the phone back to his ear and continues his conversation.

The next day, I arrive on set later than Rami and am escorted into the wardrobe and makeup trailer. Olivia is an employee at Cyprus Bank. After a few hours, I was ready to head onto the set. One of the crew members takes me to the bar which is decorated for Christmas. Sam Esmail leads me to one of the tables. I set her purse down as Sam gave me some directions. He told me to seem kind of uncomfortable/unsure about being there. He also mentioned that Rami’s character is going to buy her a drink. I nod. Sam walks back to behind the cameras and monitors. I tell myself ‘You got this, there is a reason Rami asked you.’ Sam then shouts “Action!”

One of the waitresses brings me a drink and I do what Sam told me. I look around a little at the bar scene. Christian Slater and Rami walk into the bar. Almost half an hour passed when Christian said “Fuck!” They go back to where they were and a couple more minutes when one of them said “Damn it!” Christian and Rami finally got through their set of scenes. It was now time for the scenes between Olivia and Elliot. There was a quick break. Rami comes up to me and asks “Babe, you okay?” I tell him “Yeah, I’m okay.” He pats my hand and gets back to his position.

He goes back and stands next to Christian. They begin talking. A guy who was a crew member says “Oh no.” I ask “What?” He says with a chuckle, “When those two are together we all better watch out because they love to scheme.” I look over at them and they are caught up in a pretty interesting conversation.

The scene began with Mr. Robot and Elliot discussing how to access Olivia’s employee information. While they did that, Olivia denied men that came up to her. She to me seems like a person who wants interaction but not sure how. I tug at my shirt sleeves out of nervousness. I would sip the drink the waitress brought me. Elliot comes up to Olivia and asks “Can I buy you a drink?” His character seems a little more confident than Elliot usually is. I blank for a second and say “Fuck.” Jokingly, Rami looks at the camera in shock. I say “Sorry, what was my line?” One of the crew members came over with a script and showed me. I tell them “Thank you.” Rami tells me, sarcastically “You’ve been hanging out with Carly too much.” I say “Carly, love you girl.” We both go through line by line. Everything is going fine, my nerves have disappeared.

We are doing the lines where the two talk about their families when a siren goes by. A crew member said “Hold.” Christian comes over and says “They’re onto us, man. We gotta go.” Rami put his hood over his head and they both scurried away. I say “Damn.” Everyone in the bar had a good laugh. Sam says “Reset.” We all go back to just after Elliot buys Olivia a drink. We do the lines again and then Elliot leans in and kisses Olivia. I place my hand on his jaw. We kiss until Sam shouts “Cut!” Everyone reviews the footage and was happy with it.

The director of photography, Tod Campbell and Sam discuss it and tells us “Let’s do some extra shots just incase.” Sam says “We’re going to start from where Elliot walks over to Olivia.” Rami goes back to the spot.

He begins walking over to me when Christian takes his spot next to me. He holds out his hand and says “Hi, I’m Christian Slater. You may recognize me from such work as Archer and Young Guns II.” I shake his hand and say with a smile “Hi.” Rami comes up and pretends to punch him in the face. He sits down in the stool and holds out his hand, says “Hi, I’m Rami Malek. You may recognize me from such work as Night at the Museum and Until Dawn.” I nod and say “Oh yeah, nice to meet you.” Christian walks back to us massaging his jaw and says “What just happened?” We begin laughing.

Sam shouts “Reset.” Christian, Rami and I reset. We run through the scene again with no issues. We are told to do one more take. A female crew member comes up and quietly tells me to say something when Rami finishes his last line and right before Elliot kisses Olivia.

We run through the scene and right before Elliot leans in, I say as I place a hand on his forearm “So, you gonna take me home tonight?” A group of the crew members sing “You make the rocking world go round.” Rami goes tight lip trying to stifle a laugh. He nods and says “Good one.” Everyone in the room laughs. I give him a wink.

The cast and crew pack up all the equipment and head to the next location. Next location was Olivia’s apartment.

In the car was Rami and me. He placed an arm around me as I laid my head on the inside of his arm. I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew we were outside Olivia’s apartment. I yawn and stretch. We step out of the car, help unload the equipment. Everyone carried everything up to the apartment being used for the scene. A few of the set designers added little touches to the room to make it looked lived in.

Once everything was set up for what Tod Campbell and Sam Esmail visioned, Rami and I were put in our positions. There was a camera in the hallway and on the other side of the apartment door. With the key in hand, I am supposed to open the door.

Sam yelled “Action!” Elliot begins turning his head from left to right to make sure no one was coming. I heard the click of the door unlocking. I turn the handle, push and nothing. I turn the key to lock it and then unlock again. I turn the knob, push and still couldn’t open it. One of the crew members in the hall says “Hold it!” Sam asks “What is it?” I begin wobbling the knob and using my right shoulder to push on the door.

I start laughing. Rami says “We’re having door issues.” He steps in front of me and I hand him the key. He tries the door too. He begins kicking it a little. The door won’t budge. He tries the key again and still nothing. I say facing the door “Now all of a sudden we have malfunction when we have to do our scene.” Rami turns to the camera slyly and winks.

One of the set directors finally gets the door open. They say “What we’ll do is put a small object out of sight to keep it from having anymore issues.” We both nod. The set director puts an object against the doorframe to keep it from closing all the way.

After everyone is happy with the adjustment, we all went to our positions. I place the key back into the apartment door lock, unlocked it and then opened the door. We walk in through the door as Elliot looks around. I say “It’s not much...”

He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. One of his hands went behind my head, tangling in my hair. I place my hands on his jaw and slide them to the back of his neck. His hands slide down to my lower back. Only breaking the kiss for a second, he pulled my shirt over my head. I pulled him by the black zip up hoodie to the bed and unzip it. I help him strip it off. He tossed the hoodie to the side. He placed his hands back onto my waist and gently pushed me onto the bed as my head hit the pile of pillows.

I brush the hair out of my face as Elliot strips off his black t-shirt. He climbs onto the bed and reconnects the kiss. I run my left hand through the hair on the back of his neck and tangle them a little while placing my right hand on his back. I feel his black converse brushing against my ankle. He wraps his arms around my lower back and flips us to where I am on top of him as we pull each other closer.

All of a sudden we hear one of the set directors behind the monitors, say “Wait, the USB keychain is not in the shot.” Sam yells “Cut!” Rami and I stop kissing as we are both breathless. I move off of him as he places a hand behind his head as he rests an arm on my leg. I brush my hair behind my ear. I ask “How long do you think they would have let us go?” Rami says “I’m not sure but I was enjoying it.” as he winks. I yawn and stretch my neck. Rami notices, asks “Tired?” I tell him with a smile “Long day of making out with you.” He props himself up on his left elbow and places his right hand under my chin. He gently pulls me closer for a quick kiss.

The set director who noticed the USB keychain, made little adjustments. Another set director would watch the monitor and make suggestions. The person making the adjustments asks “Is it good?” The person behind the monitor says “The bottom of the USB needs to go up an inch.” The other person moved it then asks “Good?” The one behind the monitor gave a thumbs up. The outside lighting was starting to turn a more yellow, goldish color.

Sam says “Okay, we are going to redo the scene. Also lighting is starting to change so let’s go.” I ask “Where are we starting from?” He says “The scene Elliot gently pushes Olivia onto the bed.” Rami just smiles at me and asks “Ready?” I tell him “Yes.” He scoots off the bed, stretches and picks up his shirt. I scoot to the edge of the bed and stand. As he is putting his shirt back on, I tell him “You get to put your shirt back on while I have to stay in a bra and jeans.” He tells me “Babe, I don’t mind.” I roll my eyes.

Sam shouts “Action!” Again, Elliot places his hands on my waist and gently pushed me onto the bed. Once he strips off his shirt and reconnects the kiss. I run my fingers through his hair and place my hand on his back. Again, he wraps his arms around my waist and flips us pulling me onto him. There were no interruptions. His right hand gently brushes down my side. I smile against his lips because he knows I’m ticklish there. He continues and lands on my butt. The camera at the end of the bed zooms out with the USB keychain in frame as Elliot and Olivia continue.

Five minutes later, Elliot’s arm tightens around my shoulders. I bring my knees closer to his sides as he flips me back to where he is on top. His hands move to my sides. Sam shouts “Cut!” Rami and I stop. He squeezes my sides a little to make me laugh and places a light kiss on my neck. Tod Campbell says “We got the shots.” Rami rolls to his left and tells me as he sits up, “That was really good. Nice job.” I tell him while blushing, “Thanks, I think doing the scenes with you is the key.”

We set up for the next scene. Unfortunately, I had to look like I was a little more undressed. With grey sweatpants on, I crawled under the covers. Rami sat on the right side of the bed and helped cover me up. I move my bra strap down off my shoulder and move it around my arm. I lay on my left side as Rami scoots closer and drapes an arm on my waist on top of the covers. I close my eyes as Sam shouts “Action!”

Elliot slowly gets up and puts his shirt and hoodie back on and then heads in the direction of the bathroom. I open my eyes as I hear him rustling in there. A crew member gives me a signal and I move the bra strap back onto my shoulder and put my shirt back on. I walk in the direction of the bathroom. The camera panned onto the bathroom door as I begin to slowly open it. He was sitting on the bathroom floor between the toilet and shelf. Elliot doesn’t hear Olivia until she asks “What are you doing?” He looks up at her as if he was caught red handed.

In his hand, he had a pill bottle and razor blades. “Cut! Next shot.” Sam says. Sam stands next to me, as he goes through the motions, he says “Okay, you’ll sit down here next to the doorframe while saying a few lines.” He sits down. Sam says “Elliot will crawl closer and sit next to you. Then the two of you will do your lines...” He begins to lean his head on Rami’s left shoulder. Automatically, Rami lays his head on Sam’s. While laughing, I say “This looks too natural.” Sam says “Oh, we do this all the time.” Rami adds “Yeah, we do this everyday.” Sam begins to stand up as he asks “Got it?” I tell him “Yes.”

Rami stays on the bathroom floor and moves back to his position. Sam gets behind the monitors and asks “Rami, are you on your mark?” Rami looks around at the floor. He says “No.....” as he scoots to his mark. Sam gives him a thumbs up and shouts “Action!” Standing in the doorway, I sit down against the wall where bathroom towels were hanging on a rack. As my head bumped the towels, two slipped and landed on the floor and my shoulder. I said while holding my hands up “I barely touched it.” I stand and pick up the towels. I place them on the rack and go back to the doorframe. Sam shouts “And...Action!”

I sit down against the wall and make sure not to bump the towels. Elliot hands Olivia the pill bottle and she tells him about her demons, drugs and self-harm. She also tells him why the razor blades are kept in the pill bottle. He scoots closer and sits next to her. Elliot looks at Olivia and sincerely tells her “I get it. I know what it’s like.” She asks “What?” He says, truthfully “Hating yourself.” I lean my head on his left shoulder as he leans his head on mine. Sam says “Cut! Nice job, you two.”

The director of photography says “Our light is going down. So, Sam should we pick up tomorrow?” Sam says “Let’s take a look at the footage.” I pick my head up and lean it against the wall. Rami says “Nice job...you okay?” I tell him “Yeah...being in that mindset and saying the lines were emotionally rough.” He didn’t say anything, just gently kissed my right temple.

After checking the footage, Sam says “There is a few more shots we need.” He walks out of the bathroom and into the living room. Rami and I are still sitting against the bathroom wall. We watch Sam on the monitors. He sits in front of the camera, says “Rami, you’ll come out here to Olivia’s computer, face the camera and say ‘Goodbye friend.’” Rami shouts “Do one without blinking.” Sam says to him “Come here, Rami, direct me.” He stands up and walks to the living room. I watch on the monitor as Rami tells him “I know it’s difficult but try not to blink.” Sam asks “Did I blink?” I shout from the bathroom “Yes!” He walks back to the bathroom and sit down next to me. Sam does it again. Rami shouts “One more time without blinking!” Sam asks “How do you not blink?” Rami says, sarcastically “How about that acting?”

We are done for the day. The cast head back to their trailers and get ready to go home. I’ve visited the set before and luckily the wardrobe department let me change in Rami’s trailer. He didn’t have to change much but I folded up Olivia’s clothes to bring them back to wardrobe. We walk back to the wardrobe trailer, I intertwine my fingers with his and place my head on his shoulder. I tell him “I’m glad you asked me to do this. I had a lot of fun.” He brings my hand up to his lips and places a kiss on the back of it. He says “I did too.” We reach the trailer and the woman takes Olivia’s clothes from me. She asks “How was it?” I tell her “A lot of fun.” She says to Rami and me “See you two tomorrow.” Rami says “See ya.” I tell her “Thank you for everything.”

One of the cars took Rami and I back to our apartment. Once inside, I was starting to feel a little tired. I tell him with a smile “I don’t know how you do it every day.” He tells me “I enjoy playing Elliot and I think I have learned a lot.” I add “He is a fun character to watch and when I could, I enjoyed seeing you as him.” He steps closer and wraps his arms around my waist. He says “Plus...the fact that I got to do those scenes multiple times with you was a bonus. Should we pick up where Olivia and Elliot left off?” I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, nod and place my lips against his.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Never have regrets; Joe Mazzello x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well here I have another Secret Santa gift. As a part of the Get Down Give Joy giveaway I would like to present @stewielover95​ with your fic. Yes dear I am your secret Santa. I really hope you like this fic in the end, I struggled with it at first but then I finally had a good direction to go with it. Anyways I also want to thank @warriorteam1924​ and @thosequeenboys​ for creating this splendid give away, after the LONG AND HELLISH year that 2020 has given us, it was very sweet of them to create this little give away to brighten up our holiday spirit (esp. since we can’t really see our families this year. Even if you can, PLEASE BE SAFE!!!). Now I’ll stop typing so that you all can start reading, hope everyone enjoys this lovely little fic with our beloved dino boy Joey Mazzello :) 

Warnings: Joe’s chaotic child behavior (MAY CAUSE CAVITIES), fluff, parental angst, parent death, mentions of suicide, a small very subtle HINT of COVID (word isn’t mentioned but still think I should give warning), 

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I was peacefully sleeping.  After working long hours at my job I wanted nothing more than to just stay in bed all day and sleep until lunchtime.

“Hey baby~” Joey’s voice cooed in my ear.  I felt him kiss my cheek and I let out a tired groan. “Good morning.”

“Joey!” I whined. “Go back to sleep.”

“No. The sun’s awake, so I’m awake. Which means we have to snuggle and make out.” I cracked an eye open and looked up at him.  His auburn hair all messed up from his constant tossing and turning that he does in his sleep.

“We’ll make out when the rooster crows.”

“But babe there aren’t any roosters in New York.”

“Exactly.” He faux a gasp as he collapsed back on the bed.

“How could you? And I thought you loved me?! I knew it. You’re only in it for the money! Or the childhood fame crush! Or was it for Ben? It was for Ben wasn’t it! I knew you two were having an affair behind my back!” god he was such a drama queen.  But he was my drama queen.

“Yes we’ve been sneaking in text messages behind your back.” I teased him.

“Okay that’s it!” I then felt him wriggle himself under the covers and I felt myself go from my stomach to my back in a split second.

“Joseph Francis Mazzello III! What the f—NO AHHH NO DOHOHOHN’T! DON’T TICKLE ME!!” I thrashed around trying to get him off of me but he had me pinned right down to the bed.

“You gonna get up now?” I heard him say from under the covers.

“JOHOHOHOE!!!” I screamed out in laughter. “Plehehehehease!”

“No not until you either say you’re gonna wake up. Or until I hear an apology.” Then I heard the dreaded sound and feeling of his deadly raspberries being blown on my stomach, just an inch over my bellybutton.  And it was even worse now that he was growing out his beard.

“Okay! OK! OK! OK! OKAY STOP! I surrender! I surrender!” his head soon peaked out from the covers as his face was just a few inches away from mine.  His shit-eating grin spread across his face, while his eyes twinkled with that same mischievous spark that made me fall in love with him. “I hate you.” I whined.

“Aww and I hate you too.” He moved closer to my lips and kissed me. “I hate you—so much.” His voice lowered down as he deepened the kiss. I felt his hands cup the sides of my face while my arms wrapped around him.

My right-hand stroking through his already messy hair while my left wrapped around his back.  After what felt like an eternal make out session, we finally separated from each other and stared at one another.

“Alright you have my attention Joey.”

“Yay!” he cheered softly. “But in all seriousness, we need to get up. We promised my mom that we’d help with the Christmas decorations.”

“Okay. Now get off me yah goober so that we can help her.” He got off of me and I sat up but I was quickly pulled back onto the bed, laying against Joe’s chest.  Him grinning smugly at me as he kissed me on the lips.

“Sorry, had to get my morning kiss from you.”

“And the morning make out session wasn’t enough for you?”

“Morning make outs and morning kisses are two completely different things.” He told me in that philosophical tone of his.  You know the one you use to make yourself sound smarter.

“Ahh I see. Well thank you Professor Mazzello on explaining the differences between the two.”

“That’s Dr. Mazzello to you. But you are most welcome. Anything for my best student.” I pecked his nose and got back up but found myself being pulled back again towards Joe.

“Joey!”

“Sorry, sorry I couldn’t resist. Okay for real this time, go on. I’m right behind you.”

“Why don’t you go first and I’ll be right behind you?” I suggested.  He sighed and pulled the covers off of us and went to sit up but this time I grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the bed.  I pecked his lips before taking off out of the room.

We both raced down the stairs and towards the living room when I felt Joey catch me in his arms, pick me up and spin me around.  Laughing manically while he did it.  I myself couldn’t help but giggle when a female voice said.

“Ah-uh Joseph! No horse playing in the house.”

“Sorry mom.” He said as he sat me down.

“Sorry about that mama.” I said.

You see, Joe and I had been dating for practically ten years. We actually met through our good friend Rami way back when we were all on the Pacific.  I was part of the costume department, and I was Rami’s assistant costumer.  So whenever he got into Snafu’s character of course he tried to flirt with me and I’d play along off of his character telling him he didn’t have a chance.

Between takes the three of us became thick as thieves and kept in contact.  Then one day when we were all on break, Rami set Joe and I up to meet at the beach so that the two of us could talk to each other.  At the time of filming, Joe and I had been really shy around each other and we both liked each other (of course neither of us had the guts to say it to the other).

But after spending our break at the beach together that’s when Joe made the first I love you confession and—the rest is history as they say. When the three of us reunited for Bohemian Rhapsody and got to know Ben, Lucy, Allen, and Gwilym, our little family had now grown bigger.  And it was after filming a concert scene in Japan (with some help from the actual Queen band themselves) that Joe (yes still dressed as early 70’s John Deacon) proposed to me.

So for 2 years he and I had been married.  Of course like all couples we have our fights and disagreements but in the end we patch through them and not let it run our lives. Oh and I almost forgot, since I had been so close with the Mazzello family throughout our entire relationship, I had the privilege to call Joe’s parents, my parents even before we got married.

“I swear you both remind me of—” that’s when mom trailed off sadly as she looked down.  Joe and I grew sad too as we thought about his dad.

“We miss him too mom. God I—I can’t believe this will be our 3rd Christmas without him.” Joe said as he walked towards his mom and gave him a hug.

“As much as I wish he could be here with us, he wouldn’t want us to be sad on his favorite holiday.” She told us.  She took a deep breath in and cleaned her eyes of her hidden tears. “There now, I’ve got breakfast all ready for you two. Once you’re done, Joseph, I want you to bring in the Christmas boxes from the garage and set them in the living room. (Y/n), you and I will get the Christmas decorations from the attic.”

“Ma’am yes ma’am!” We both saluted.  We went to the kitchen and ate our breakfast.  After that we went to our stations and helped Mama Mazzello with the Christmas decorating.

It took almost all day but we came to a pretty good stopping place today decorating wise.  We put up some of the minor Christmas displays up all over the house (like small animal plushies, Christmas pictures of the Mazzello family throughout the years, etc.) Joe managed to get all the outdoor decorations set up and displayed, and mama and I set up the Christmas placemats on the tables.

It was now a bit past 5pm and it was pitch black outside. Joey and I were cuddled together on the sofa and I looked out the window and shook my head.

“I still can’t get over the fact that it gets dark at freakin 4o’clock now.”

“I know it’s crazy. My mom’s never liked it, have yah mom?”

“Oh it messes up my schedule everytime!” Mom cried out from the kitchen as she was prepping dinner.  “Hey (Y/n) are your mom and Derek still coming to the party?”

“Yeah. They said they’d be taking the train from Virginia instead of the plane. I think they said they’d be coming up sometime next Wednesday. I’ll call them later tonight to confirm that.”

“Alright well I’ll get the guest room set up for them.”

“You know you don’t need to do that.”

“Nonsense you guys are family. And it’ll be a lot safer here at the house than taking a hotel room with everything that’s going on.” She said.

“Yeah that is true. Thanks mama.”

“Okay well come and make a plate you two, dinner’s ready.” We stood up and got our dinner (steak and potatoes) and ate at the dinner table while playing on Freeform’s 25 days of Christmas was the Santa Clause.

Weeks later and it was the day before the Mazzello Christmas party and arriving in less than an hour was my mom and Derek.  If your curious as to why I call my dad Derek, well he’s not really my dad. He’s my stepdad but I really do care for him.

He and my mom met up shortly after I graduated from high school after my parents divorced.  My real dad and I…well—we don’t talk at all.  Our relationship is very strained so why don’t we just leave it at that?  But when my mom met Derek, he’s been the father I wished I had.

He’s loving, supportive, kind, funny, and he’s always there whenever my mom or I needed him.  He was there for me when Joe and I were going through a bad patch in our relationship, he was there for all my birthdays and movie premieres, and he was even the one to walk me down the aisle at mine and Joe’s wedding.

I was doing the last final touches of cleaning up the house for my mom and Derek’s arrival, as well as Joe’s siblings, nieces, and nephews. I heard the door open and a stampede of footsteps soon came running towards me.

“Auntie (Y/n)! Auntie (Y/n)!” I was soon glomped by 4 little nuggets.

“Hey there kiddies. Oh I’ve missed you four soo much! How have you all been?”

“I lost another tooth see?” Joe’s niece Samantha said opening her mouth to show me her missing tooth.

“I learned how to ride my bike!” his nephew Matthew aka Matty exclaimed.

“Oh big boy now huh? Bet you were better than your uncle Joey was.”

“I heard that!” Joe called out.  He along with this brother and sister came through the living room and I hugged my brother and sister in laws.

“Hey guys Merry Christmas.” I greeted them.

“Merry Christmas (Y/n).” his sister Mary said as she and I hugged each other first.

“Even though Christmas isn’t until tomorrow.” His brother John said.

“Okay Scrooge. Get over here John.” He gave me a kiss to my cheek and the two of us embraced each other. “Joe’s told me about your little league’s championship win. That’s amazing.”

“Yeah those kids did me proud.”

“You know if you could convince Joe and (Y/n) to hurry up with getting kids of their own, they might give you some new champions.” A female voice soon spoke up.  Soon coming around the corner of the house along with Mama was my own mom as well as Derek.

“Mom!” I whined.

“Now, now (m/n) don’t go pressuring her just yet. There’s still plenty of time for her and Joe to have kids. Say when their 50.” I chuckled and shook my head at Derek’s statement.  I walked up to them and first hugged my mom.

“Did you guys have a safe train ride?” I asked.

“It went well. Much less crowded than I expected.”

“That’s cause you’ve always done the Metro mom. Metro and train are two totally different things.” I told her.  I turned to Derek and he said with a smile as he extended his arms out.

“Come here baby girl.” I smiled and went into his arms and the two of us hugged each other. “Don’t just wait till the holidays to come see us. How will your mother and I survive?”

“I’m sorry Derek, work’s just been crazy lately. Directors have been wanting me to do costume designing and fittings for them left and right.” I said as we released each other from the hug.

“And why wouldn’t they? You’re incredibly talented.” Joe said as he came up and quickly pecked my cheek.

“He’s right. I remember you staying up way past your curfew designing costumes for your tech theatre class back in high school.” Derek continued. “And all those times of drawing on napkins and the corners of the morning paper. I swear you doodled sketches like it was no one’s business.”

“You stayed up pass curfew?” my mother snapped.

“Thanks a lot Derek.” I muttered angrily.

“Hey had to come out sometime right?” I playfully nudged him and said to my mom.

“That’s in the past mom. No need to talk about it now.”

“Oh you can be sure we’ll discuss that later little missy.” She lectured as she waved her finger at me.

“Alright, now the rooms have all been prepared for you all in advance. Mary, John you’ll take your old rooms. (M/n) and Derek the guest room has been made up for you all and of course the kids get the cloud bedroom.” The kids all cheered. “Now everyone drop your bags off in your designated rooms and we can all gather around the table for some dinner.”

I helped mom with her bags and guided her and Derek to the guest room while Joe went to help his mom set up the table for dinner.

“So when can we expect future grandbabies from you and Joe (n/n)?” my mom asked.

“If you keep pestering me about that then you won’t have any grandbabies.” I teased her as we came to the room.  “Here we are, I cleaned it up myself. Hope you guys will be comfortable.”

“It’s great (y/n). Thank you.” Derek assured me.

“Tell Virginia we’ll be down in a moment once we’re finished unpacking.” My mom said.  I nodded then left the two of them to unpack their stuff.

As I came down the stairs, I already saw Joe being attacked by all his nieces and nephews.  The kids were climbing all over him like a tree, all of them talking over the other and squealing like little piglets.  

God seeing Joe with those kids it—really did make me want to have kids with him.  He’s already a fun uncle, I’m positive he’d make a great dad.  Probably spoil our kids to no end but—he could be the discipliner if he needed to.

“Ow! Who’s on the head?!” Joe exclaimed.  I shook my head at his nephew Matty who had half of his body on top of Joe’s head.

“Alright you kids break it up.” I told the kids as I grabbed Matty and held him in my arms.

“Auntie (Y/n), will you sing for us tomorrow at the party like you did last year?” He asked me.

“You bet she’ll sing for you kids. And hey how about we do one better. How would you kids like it if your auntie (Y/n) and I performed together?” Joe asked joyously.  But the kids all let out a groan.

“No uncle Joey you can’t sing!” complained Sammy.

“Excuse me?!” Joe gawked offensively.

“Yeah uncle Joey, you don’t have that good of a singing voice.” Matty agreed.

“And too loud sometimes.” His other niece Katie or as I like to call her Kitty-cat said.

“My own kin turned against me. That’s it you three are in BIG trouble. C’mere!” he went to grab his nieces who quickly ran off his lap and hid behind me.

“Save us auntie (Y/n)!” the girls chorused out.  I shielded the three of them and stood before Joe as his face got right up close to mine.

“You know we could team up and catch them together.”

“I don’t betray kids Joe.”

“So—they’ve turned you too. Fine. I’ll take you down first.” Suddenly he picked me up over his shoulder and proceeded to spin me around and around like a helicopter.

“JOEY!!” I exclaimed through my laughter.

“Then surrender the kids to me or the spinning continues.” He threatened.

“Well then this game’s gonna have to be put on hold cause it’s time for dinner.” Joe’s mom spoke up.  The kids all raced to the dinner table while Joe put me back down. I stumbled a little but he caught me and asked.

“You okay?”

“I’ll live. Just next time don’t spin me around so fast.” I kissed the corner of his lips before heading towards the sinner table with Joe right behind me.  Soon enough we all gathered around and had ourselves a pre-Christmas family dinner.

Soon it finally arrived.  The most wonderful time of the year, Christmas eve.  All the gifts were now placed under the tree wrapped up in various Christmas themed wrappings or color schemes of silver, red, gold, and green. Now it was really beginning to look like Christmas.

“Alright guys, as per tradition we shall start off with (Y/n);s annual Christmas performance.” Mama Mazzello said.  I stood up from Joe’s lap as everyone applauded.

Derek at the speakers ready for my signal for him to turn the first song on.  I nodded and he clicked the play button and soon my first song (in fact the very first song I ever sang back when I was a teen for my family) Faith Hill’s “Where are you Christmas”.

It’s also my mom’s favorite song and every year since I sang it back when it came out in 2000 she’s wanted me to sing it just for her. As I sang I could see the tears forming in my mom’s eyes as a wide smile spread across her face and she lip synched the words.  The kids all stared at me in awe, and my beloved Joe Mazzello he was entranced.

He’s always teased me of how I should be a singer instead of a costume designer and back when we were both involved with Bohemian Rhapsody he’s sworn that he’d get me up on stage with Queen and Adam Lambert to sing with them. Thankfully that hasn’t happened (and I hope it continues that way) so Joe’s just had be do private concerts for him.

After the song was done they all clapped as I told Derek my next song and helped him search the right version of the song.

“This one right here?” he asked to confirm.

“Yep that’s the one.” I told him.  I turned back towards the family and now playing on the speakers was Carrie Underwood’s “Do you hear what I hear?” I fingered the piano chords against my thigh, pretending that I was actually playing the keys (even though I can’t play to save my ass, even with Rami’s help).

That song required a lot of breath work and correct timing but I managed to pull it off and once the song concluded everyone clapped again. This time for the final song, I took out two chairs and set them before everyone.

Joe took this as his cue to come up and help me set up the finale song, especially since he was going to be joining me on it this year. We had been practicing this since November, he wrote the script and everything and we rehearsed it and rehearsed it and rehearsed it.

“For this final song I first want to thank my director and partner Joe Mazzello for writing the script for this little skit you will see.” Joe nodded as he came in with two cups of hot chocolate (his being made of almond milk of course).  The two of us sat side by side and Joe clapped his hands together and said.

“And…..action!” I took a sip of my hot chocolate and said my first line.

“I still can’t believe you can finally drink hot chocolate.”

“Hey almond milk saves lives.” He said his line.

“Personally, I’d never drink that stuff but so long as it helps you. I’m glad I could share this tradition with you.”

“Me too babe.” My phone then dinged and I said.

“Oh my god!”

“What? What is it babe?”

“It’s already pass midnight. My mother’s gonna kill me!”

“Whoa, whoa wait a minute. Don’t tell me you’re going out there!” he said as we both stood up and he gestured toward the window.

“I have to Joey. Even if it’s 20ft of snow out there, it’s nothing compared to the wrath of a mother who doesn’t like their baby staying out past curfew.” I broke the 4th wall and turned to my mom who crossed her arms and looked at me with a playful scowl.

“C’mon just give her a call and explain it to her. It’s way too cold out there for you. I won’t let you freeze out there.” Derek then turned on the song “Baby it’s cold outside” the Seth McFarlane and Sara Bareilles version.

The two of us walking in circles of each other with me trying to head out of the living room and Joe coming around in front of me singing Seth’s part while I sang Sara’s.

Every now and then he’d take my hands in his and giving them a kiss.  Or he’d brush a strand of hair out from my face, gingerly brushing my cheek with the back of his finger.  But just as we got to the end of the first verse, there was a knock at the door.

Joe and I stopped singing as Derek cut off the music and we all turned our attention to the door.

“Mom is—anyone else coming?” asked Mary.

“No.” she simply stated.  Four more knocks rang through the house.  The kids were started to get frightened as they ran up to their parents.

“I’ll find out who it is.” Said Mary’s husband Dylan.

“No, no, no. You just stay with your kids Dylan. I’ll go see who it is.” Derek offered as he left the living room.  After about a minute my mom followed behind him and the next thing I heard was my mom saying.

“What are you doing here!?” it—it couldn’t be.  I raced out of the living room as Joe tried to reach out for me and stop me but he was too late.  I came around and walked down the small hallway staircase that led to the front door and there at the door was someone I hoped I’d never see again.

For there standing at the door in his famed fedora hat was my dad.

He looked older than the last time I saw him, his hair going grey from the stress and wrinkles forming at the end of his eyes.

“I know I don’t have a right to be here, but……”

“That’s right you don’t!” I snapped.  My mom and Derek looked up at me.

“(Y/n) go back upstairs. Derek and I can handle this.” My mom told me.

“(Y/n)?” my dad asked in awe.  I glared at him and crossed my arms over my chest. “Wow look—look at you. You’re……practically grown up.”

“Yeah.” I snapped shortly. “You’d know if you’d pay attention instead of just criticizing me all the time.”

“I know. I……that’s actually why I came here.”

“How did you even know we’d be here (F/n)?” my mom asked.

“Well as part of the NYPD I’ve been—keeping tabs on our daughter. And found out who she married and where she was currently living at.”

“You’ve been spying on me!? Great even when you’re no longer apart of this family you still have to spy on everything I do!” I snapped. “So have you come to complain about my husband now? How I should’ve married a doctor or a cop? How I’ve thrown my life away by marrying an actor?”

“No.” he said. “I haven’t come to do anything like that. I just…..”

“No you know what? Let me start off since you never listened to me then, but you’ll hear me now!”

I walked down the steps and even though my mother tried to get me to go back upstairs, I got out of her arms and got right in my dad’s face and sneered at him.

“For years I’ve tried to be the perfect daughter you said you wanted! And for my childhood I tried to follow in your footsteps. But as I became a preteen you began to nitpick at everything! The color of my hair, what type of clothes I should wear, how I should wear my makeup, you even didn’t like the fact that I wanted to get my ears pierced! Said it was for criminals and goth kids to get their bodies pierced. You called me a delinquent!”

“I-I-I know I did. But now I’m……”

“It doesn’t matter what you have or want to say. The verbal abuse you gave me throughout my life has been nothing but a stab at my self-esteem. I tried to commit suicide by the time I was 16 because of you! You did that!”

“I’m sorry (Y/n).”

“Where was the sorry back then? Where was it? All you told me after I got back from the hospital was that it was my fault for disobeying you.” I once again got in his face and sneered lowly, “So whatever you have to say forget it.”

I turned around and walked up the steps.  As I got halfway up my dad tried to say to me.

“(Y/n) please. I’m trying to make amends for that now. I know I’ve done and said awful things to you in the past. And looking back on it, it’s made me feel absolutely disgusted with myself. I’m your father, please forgive me.  It’s Christmas time.” I lowered my head before turning my head towards him.

“Derek’s my father. Now get the fuck out of my life.” I said lowly to him while I glared at him.  I ran back up the stairs and headed right towards Joe’s room.  I slammed the door and hid myself in the corner of his room, curled myself up into a tight ball, and tried to keep my tears at bay but every now and then a tear fell from the corner of my eye.

I heard the door open and softly shut.  The bed softly dipped down; and the familiar smell of Joe’s cologne hung in the air.

“Please Joe I—I’m not in the mood.”

“I know. That’s not why I came up here though.” I felt him rub my back in soothing circles. “Baby girl, I—I think you should really talk to your dad.” I raised my head up at him, my jaw dropped in shock and my eyes bug-eyed.

“You can’t be serious.”

“C’mon babe it’s Christmas…..”

“So?! I already spoke my mind to him!”

“No. You ranted in anger. You’re not supposed to be angry or any other negative emotion during Christmas.”

“Joe you—” I took a sharp breath in. “I’ve told you what he’s done to me. The neglect and verbal abuse he gave me. How am I supposed to suddenly let it go and forgive him!?”

“I know it’s not easy…..”

“I don’t believe this….you’re actually taking his side!!” I snapped as I backed away from him.

“I’m not! All I’m saying that is if you continue to hate him for the rest of your life, you’ll never be truly happy. Babe please I’m just thinking about what’s best for you.”

Oh my god—it couldn’t be.  He wouldn’t…….

“You called him.”

“What? No!?”

“No. No, no, no, no, no, no, not-it-it-it all makes sense. How else could he pick up this address? That whole detective bullshit you reached out to him and called him up didn’t you!?”

“(Y/n) I—”

“TELL ME THE TRUTH!!” I screamed at him.  Silence rang out through Joe’s childhood room as he and I stared eye to eye with each other.  Not a single one of us flinching or breaking eye contact.

“Even if it was me, as I told you I was only trying to help.”

“How!?” I snapped. “Be thankful your dad died a good man!” At the mention of his dad, Joe’s face grew hard and angry.

“I know. I was lucky. My dad was a kind man, and generous and forgiving. But get this (Y/n), I won’t get to experience that type of father love ever again! And I would give anything to have him back here! To have gotten to know you as my wife instead of my girlfriend! To one day see our children! So be thankful that your father is still alive and healthy!” his voice quivered and choked as his voice got steadily louder.

“Joe, I—”

“All I wanted was for you to make amends with your dad because you never know which day will be your last!” he stormed out of the room and slammed the door shut.

Goddamnit! Now I feel like shit.  I sighed heavily and fell down onto the bed and felt the tears stream down my face.

After calming myself down and cleaning myself up, I walked downstairs and there was my mom, Derek, Joe’s mom, and siblings.  The kids weren’t there so I assume Mary and John sent them to bed after what had happened.

“If you’re wondering where Joe is he left. Didn’t say where he went he just—took his coat, hat and scarf and just left.” John said.

“I wasn’t going to ask that.” I walked over to my mom and said. “Where’s (f/n)?”

“What?”

“Please mom I—just tell me where he went.” I said urgently.

“He told me he was staying at the Milton motel just 15min. away from here.” I raced and grabbed my winter gear and keys.  My mom calling out to me but I didn’t hear her as I got on my bike and took off down the streets.

When I arrived at the Milton, I went up to the front desk and asked to see a (F/n) (l/n), I told the concierge that I was someone close to him. She called him up and told me he’d be down in a minute.

I sat down in the lobby and waited for him to come down.  I heard the elevator ding and soon coming out of it was (F/n).  He turned to his left and when he saw me, his eyes widened.

“(Y/n)?” I stood up.  He slowly walked towards me. “But I thought—”

“First I want to say this before I say something else. You suddenly showing up the way you did was uncalled for. You can’t expect an apology after the years of neglect and verbal abuse you gave me. Even from the smallest little thing about me that I wanted to change, you insulted me to no ends.” I took a deep breath. “And as much as I want to never want anything to do with you again—someone once told me that if I continue to hate you for the rest of my life, I’ll never be truly happy.”

“I’ve looked back on my actions and every day I hate myself for what I’ve done to you. So—will you give me another chance?”

“I won’t forgive you right away and start calling you dad.”

“I’ll take what I can get. Thank you (Y/n).” he extended his hand out for me to take.  For the first time in years I took my dad’s hand and we shook on it.  “Do you want to spend Christmas day with us tomorrow?”

“I’d like that very much. Plus I’d—I’d like to get to know the man that stole your heart.” My eyes widened.

“Joe! Shit I almost forgot! Ohh but where could he be? He could be anywhere!”

“Just a minute (Y/n), let me make a call.” He took out his phone and made a call. “Hey Jeremy, it’s me. Yeah hey listen I know it’s the holidays but I need your tracking skills.” I saw him nod and hum in agreement, “Okay just a second,” he placed the phone down against his shoulder and asked me, “Do you have his number?”

I told him Joe’s number and he relayed that to his friend. Wow I guess he really is a police officer.

“Really? Great. Thanks Jeremy. Yes you have a Merry Christmas too. See you after the New Year. Bye.” He hung up his phone and said. “His cell was last pinged at the Rockefeller Center.” I thanked him and raced out of the motel and back to my bike.  I revved it up and raced on down to Rockefeller Center.

The monument around Christmas time.  I stood before the giant, beautiful tree and raced towards it on foot.  I looked around for Joe till I finally found him on the other side of the two angel statues playing their horns.

“Joe!?” he turned around and looked at me before glaring softly and turned back around.  I raced towards him but he still refused to look at me.  “Joey……I—I talked to him. My dad. And—it’s gonna take some time but I…..I told him I’d give him another chance.” He didn’t respond back, hell he still didn’t even look at me. “I was way out of line. I shouldn’t have accused you like that. I mean, even if you did call him I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was angry and—those feelings that my dad gave me when I was a kid I’ve tried to bury them for years. And seeing him for the first time in forever it—made me feel like that extremely insecure girl I once was. And I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

Again, he remained silent and stoic.

“And I shouldn’t have mentioned your dad. He wouldn’t have wanted us to fight, especially on his favorite holiday. I’m sorry Joe.” Nothing. Not even a smug Deacy grin. “Joey?” why wasn’t he answering me?

I slowly approached him and everytime I tried to lean forward to look at him, he just turned his head further away from me.

“Joe please? What more do you want me to say? You were right and I was wrong? That Ben should really be with you instead of Gwil? What can I say that will help you say something to me?” he crossed his arms over his chest and huffed at me.

I sighed sadly and looked up at him.  Okay, I get it.  Guess he’s really upset with me and I could possibly expect him to go stay with Rami and Lucy for the next month or so.

“Alright. I get it. You don’t want anything to do with me anymore. I deserve it. I was a real bitch to you. But I just want you to know that I’ll always love you, and that I hope you find the right girl for you. Even if it’s not me.” I turned and walked away from him when I suddenly felt two arms wrap around my waist and pull me up against a comfy coated chest.

“And just what makes you think that I would want anyone else?”

“What?” he gave me a cheeky grin. “Oh you son of a—” I proceeded to hit him in his chest screaming profanities at him.  All the while he kept laughing and holding my arms back.  He then proceeded to peck all over my face with kisses.

Soon my anger turned to laughter as I calmed down and surrendered to his kisses.

“You’re a real jerk sometimes you know that.”

“But you married me in the end right?” I nodded as he once again wrapped his arms around me.  “So you really talked to your dad? Not just yelled at him.”

“Yes. I—even invited him for Christmas lunch tomorrow.”

“Well look at you making progress!” he exclaimed proudly before taking off my beanie and ruffled my hair.  I exclaimed and tried to shoo his hand away from my head.  He chuckled then readjusted my hair to some level of normalcy.  “In all seriousness babe, I’m glad you took my advice.”

“Yeah. I mean like you said, I’ll never truly be happy till I let go of my anger. And I haven’t realized til now just how much that anger has been weighing me down.”

“I could see it every time your dad was even mentioned. I hate seeing you be that angry.” he embraced me from behind, nuzzling his nose into my hair.

“I’m—also sorry about….you know what I said about your dad.” He placed my head over his chest.

“I forgive you. We were both angry and said the first thing that came to mind.”

“But I shouldn’t have spoken ill about your dad. He really was a sweet guy.”

“That he was.” He smiled the smile he inherited from both his parents.

“Like father like son.” I giggled.  He chuckled and took my hand then as we walked back to my bike, we both looked up and saw that snow was starting to fall.

“Well, looks like we’re getting a White Christmas after all.” He said.

“Indeed, just prepare for the avalanche of feet from the munchkin army come morning.”

“Don’t I know it. But you’re also forgetting one other kid.” He looked at me confused. “You yah big man child!”

“Hey you’re just as crazy about snow as I am!” we then proceeded to nag at each other over who was a bigger fan of the snow, even going as far as to see who would crack first tomorrow morning once we’d see the snow on the ground.

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A Moment

A/N: As I perused my Masterlist, I realized I had never done a virginity-loss story. Because I’m still in my soft-bitch-feels, here’s a continuation of “Say You Don’t Care” with Ahkmenrah. And it is achingly sweet.

Warning: Full smut ahead, so begone under 18s.

A month passed after your admission of virginity to Ahkmenrah, but for the first time, nothing changed.

 He didn’t distance himself.

 He didn’t start acting like you were made of glass.

 He didn’t stop flirting with you or teasing you.

 And he didn’t stop touching you or kissing you.

 In fact, you were currently straddling him on the couch in the breakroom, your mouth hot against his as his hands rested on your thighs, his fingers sporadically clenching with an itch he didn’t hide from you as your hand palmed his hardness over his shendyt.

 Detaching your lips with a slight gasp, you breathed, “Ahk?”

 “Yes, my sweet?” he answered, his freed lips moving away from your mouth and travelling along your jaw.

 “Touch me. I—I need you to touch me.”

 Ahk’s gravelly groan sent a shiver of lust down your spine.

 “Where? Tell me where,” he purred as his hands came to rest on your hips, his fingers flexing into the flesh of your bum while his thumbs pressed into the indentures near your hipbones.

 “My—my . . .”

 Ahkmenrah’s right hand slid over to your juncture, his thumb now pressing enticingly above your legging-covered clit.

 “Yooour?” he teased.

 In frustration, you squeezed where your hand had been rubbing and he hissed, his own hand returning to your hip as he looked up at you.

 “Seems we are at an impasse,” he chided as he bit his lower lip and looked up at you, his eyes fighting a losing battle to conceal their mirth.

 You removed your hand from his shendyt then settled both on his shoulders, the beads of his wesekh cool under your palms as you looked into his polychromatic eyes, more green than blue today, and took a deep breath.

 “I want you to make me come.”

 “Make you come, hmm?” Ahk teased as he gently pushed you off his lap, reaching up to stretch as if he were disinterested while you stood, hands popping onto your hips as you blew out a breath of exasperation.

 With a slight quirk of his lips, Ahkmenrah slowly reached for the strings that bound his wesekh and after untying them, he laid the jumble of beads on the floor by the couch. Next, he stretched out, nestling into the cushions as he patted the spot in front of him for you to lie down. Once you did, Ahk settled his leg between yours, his hardness still evident and pressing into your hip; he cupped your face and turned you toward him, kissing you sweetly, then with hunger before he released your face and slid his hand down your body, dipping beneath the waistband of your leggings.

You closed your eyes and tilted your head back, letting his fingers work. He loved to touch you, to work you up and whisper in your ear to let go, so it didn’t surprise you at all that Ahkmenrah was taking his time, sliding between your lips and dipping shallowly into your heat, teasing you with his intent.

 A moan escaped as you grasped his wrist when he brought his fingers to your clit.

 “So pretty like this my love,” Ahk spoke in your ear, his breath warm as its puff disturbed the strands of hair nearby.  

 “I wish you could see what I do to you.”

 His name tumbled off your tongue in response and you opened your eyes to focus on the way he was looking at you as his middle finger circled your clit, the pressure increasing as your body closed in on its release.

 “Come for me, my sweet girl. Come,” he spoke, his voice straddling the line between a command and a plea, which never failed to send you over the edge.

 Unable to hold your eyes open, your neck arched and your head pushed into the sofa’s armrest as you soaked Ahkmenrah’s fingers. Breathy pants fell from your lips as your thighs clenched and held his hand prisoner.

 Eyes still shut, basking in the bliss of a good climax, you suddenly realized that your body still ached for something—it ached for him.

 When your eyes popped open with this hard awareness, you shifted into Ahk’s body and began kissing any part of him your lips could reach, uttering, “I need more, Ahkmenrah. I’m ready for more.”

 “My sweet,” he answered as he began to detangle himself, his mouth softly smiling. “It is easy to get carried aw—”

 “No,” you cut him off, grasping his face and looking him square in the eye. “I mean it.”

 Ahkmenrah’s lips parted as he furrowed his brow and searched your face. The understanding that eventually settled in his expression without either of you needing to speak another word, let you know you were right—it had been worth waiting for someone who knew you so well.

 “Not . . . here,” he spoke with resolve as he struggled to sit up on the couch.

 Once he clambered up, he reached for your hand. Ahk quickly led you to one of the newest exhibits on the topmost floor—a home-series that was done to showcase a variety of eco-friendly interior designs, and two of the displays were bedrooms.

 “Is this suitable?” he asked, choosing the brighter of the two rooms, the bedding done in crisp whites and shades of purple.

 You sat on the bed and bounced, making sure it was actually something plush and not a piece of plywood.  

 “It’s comfy enough,” you answered, excitement fluttering inside your stomach.  

 “I have been making use of this serene location to study,” Ahk said as he pulled out a drawer and held up a set of flashcards. “I find the scents here most appealing. It is not . . . not a fake odor, like all of your modern things.”

 “Plastic—plastic is the smell you don’t like.”

 “Unnatural,” he said, shaking his head.

 “Is--is there a way to ensure we won’t be interrupted?” you stammered, now wondering if those butterflies weren’t just a bit of nerves, too.  

 Ahkmenrah’s lips pursed as he thought, then he smiled as he barked a short order in ancient Egyptian. His eyes watched and waited, trained on the doors that led to this exhibit until you both felt the floor tremble as his guards settled, their intimidating outlines only just visible through the frosted glass.

 “Now then. We shan’t be disturbed.

 “But I have to ask, just once more,” Ahkmenrah stated as he sat down on the bed next to you, reaching out to turn your face to his. “Are you certain?”

 “More than—I mean, I’ll have to edit some of the details, but who will ever have a better ‘first time’ story than me?”

 Ahk laughed and pressed his forehead to yours.

 “If you want to stop, at any time, please say so.”

 “I won’t want to.”

 “Humor me?”

 “Yes, Ahkmenrah, my loving, doting prince. I promise I’ll say stop if I want to stop.”

 “Thank you.”

 You kissed him softly, but soon found yourself straddling his lap once again, the kiss turning eager as your mind was consumed with the thought of your beautiful Egyptian undressed and poised to satiate your ache.

 Reaching for the hem of your shirt, you broke the kiss to pull it off and toss it on the floor. You began to push at his cape, tugging at the sleeves before frowning.

 Ahk chuckled and gave your bottom a squeeze.

 “Allow me,” he said, moving to stand as you slid off his lap.

 “Please do,” you gestured with a wave of your hand.

 Ahkmenrah took a few steps forward, his back to you as he worked out of his cape and let it fall to the floor. You sucked in a breath as you watched the muscles in his back flex, realizing that this was a sight you could drink in for a lifetime.

 He stepped out of his sandals, and you watched as his hands came to rest on his heavy belt. He turned his head and spoke over his shoulder, “Would you like me to turn around?”

 “Yes. I mean no. No. Or . . . I don’t know, “you stammered, and he laughed.

 As he straightened his shoulders, you watched the backs of his arms as his hands crossed in front of his hips and in a flash, his shendyt whispered to the floor.

 You swallowed hard as your eyes raked over his backside, and your heart may have actually skipped a beat as you took in all of his honey-colored skin.

 “Ready?” he asked, clearly able to feel your absorption in his form.

 “Turn around.”

 Ahkmenrah spun around and just stood there, hands at his sides, cock hard, a smirk on his face, looking like a deity come to life.

 “I sometimes find it hard to believe you aren’t made out of wax,” you said as your eyes trailed over every inch of his body. You had probably seen almost every inch of him—just not all at once.  

 “Some people believe a perfect form is a myth. Clearly, the gods stopped creating man in their image when those Macedonian wretches—”

 “Easy, killer. Keep your focus.”

 “Yes. Too dark right now,” Ahkmenrah agreed, moving swiftly to stretch out on the bed. “Your turn!”

 With a deep breath, you stood and removed your shoes and socks, then added your leggings to Ahk’s pile of clothes, working them off in a way that was nowhere near as sexy as watching his shendyt drop like an expensive dress.

 Clad only in your bra and panties, you chanced a glance at his face and felt emboldened by the unadulterated lust that emanated from his gaze. Not to mention the very light grip he had on his cock as he watched you, his thumb running back and forth over his tip.

 You unhooked your bra and let it fall to the floor, your nipples drawing into peaks thanks to the constant stream of air conditioning that seemed to run, winter or summer, throughout the museum.  

 “You are so beautiful,” Ahk stated, his voice just as confident as it had been when he was discussing his own appearance.

 With another glance and a shy smile, you slid your panties down your legs and stepped out of them, moving closer to the bed.

 “Like Anat,” Ahk breathed. “No—even more stunning than she.”  

 You were a little embarrassed by his praise, but Ahkmenrah released his cock and scrambled to the edge of the bed, his legs opening just enough for you to stand between his knees.

 Those strong fingers of his ghosted over every part of you he could reach, and before your eyes could slip shut, he said, “I love you, Y/N. I am honored by your decision.”

 “I know,” you answered with a sweet smile.

 Ahkmenrah stood and pulled you flush with his body. His earthy scent was as intoxicating as his warmth, and his hands gently ran up and down your back, making you pliant under his touch.

 Your hands were resting on Ahk’s waist and you slid them up, over his chest, and to his shoulders. You looked into his eyes and were lost, two silly grins spreading across your faces as you looked at each other in anticipation of the coming intimacy.

 Moving one of his hands under your chin, Ahk tilted up your head and lowered his mouth to yours.

 At first, his lips just laid softly on top of yours, your eyes slipping shut and your hands wrapping around the back of his neck. Slowly, he pulled back to capture your upper lip, then your lower, pulling it between his lips and lightly sucking.

 You licked lightly at his upper lip and Ahk released your bottom lip so you could deepen the kiss, your tongue entering his mouth, relishing in the taste of him.

 You felt yourself being pushed gently back onto the bed and Ahkmenrah settled between your legs, his weight propped up on his arms as he began to kiss down your neck, pulling moans from your throat as he sucked and licked his way to your breasts.

 His mouth encased your nipple and you reached down to grasp the back of his head, threading your fingers through his thick curls, pressing his face into the flesh of your breast until he pulled back, his tongue gently flicking at the stiff peak before moving over to repeat his actions.

 You appreciated his attentiveness, but that ache, that need that felt like it was an animal all on its own made you hurry Ahk along, wriggling higher up on the bed and pushing his shoulders down so he’d keep going.

 “I know you’re eager but I want this to be as painless as possible,” Ahkmenrah said between kisses over your stomach and your abdomen.

 You nodded and squeezed your thighs around him in agreement, and when Ahk reached your core, he gently licked at your clit and you felt like your body was on fire. He was paying attention, though, and didn’t play with you for long. Instead, he sat up and spread your legs, your thighs easily falling open and for a moment you lost your breath, nerves fluttering through you as you thought this was it.

 However, Ahkmenrah reached out with his finger and gently worked into your opening, thrusting shallowly as he gathered your copious wetness.

 The sensation wasn’t enough—even when he added a second finger.

 “Please,” you begged, a part of you just wanting to finally know what it felt like to have someone inside of you, another part of you craving the intimacy, the new connection that would be formed between you and Ahkmenrah.

 He leaned forward and hovered over you, his fingers still working inside of you, but he was spreading them, pushing them against your tight walls, encouraging them to stretch.

 “Soon, my love,” he soothed. “So soon.��

 Ahkmenrah looked down at you, his own cheeks flushed, his lips parted as he breathed, his bright eyes memorizing your face as you looked up at him, and as you got lost in the affectionate warmth that radiated from his eyes, he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and replaced them with the tip of his cock.

 He teased at your entrance, slickening himself, and you blinked, realizing that this was a new sensation.

 “If it hurts—”

 “I’m ready,” you said with finality as he bent to kiss your mouth before tracing his tongue along the edge of your jaw.

 When he got close to your ear, he whispered, “Do you want to watch me disappear inside of you?”

 A fresh flood of arousal coursed to your center as you processed his words, then nodded.

 He pulled another pillow off the bed and situated it under your head before he sat back on his haunches and pulled your thighs flush with his, your legs spread open as he gently grasped your knees to hold them in position.

Ahkmenrah watched you as your eyes dropped from his face as soon as he pushed forward, his cock entering you slowly, giving you time to adjust.

 It felt more odd than painful, to be stretched so wide with no abatement.

 “Move,” you instructed, your eyes glancing up and catching the look of stern concentration on his face—he was so focused, it was comical. “Move, please,” you requested with a giggle.

 Ahkmenrah closed his eyes and slowly pulled back before thrusting into you again.

 “I am not going to last,” he admitted, opening his eyes again to check on you. “Are you—”

 “I’m fine. Please.”

 Ahkmenrah began to move with a slow, steady rhythm, determined to guide you away from the strange, uncomfortable sensation of having sex for the first time, and to move you toward that satiation of your earlier ache.

 You watched him moving in and out of you, and you had no idea it would be so erotic to finally understand the feeling of having a man inside of you, and as you relaxed, your walls stretching as nature intended, you realized how powerful sex could be.

 Ahkmenrah was lost; his face was still twisted in concentration and his fingers were bruising on your thighs. His chest was flushed and as it crept up his face and neck, the red deepened his skin from its golden hue to a pretty, deep russet.

 He looked like a god, exiled from heaven and entirely at your mercy.

 Had you known your body could turn this once-king, who always felt larger than life, so human, you may have been ready even sooner to give yourself to him. And therein was the contradiction—you were giving yourself to him, but it felt as though he was completely bent to your will, his body a slave to yours and not at all the other way around.

 Overcome with emotion, you reached for Ahkmenrah and he blinked, refocusing on your face before he released your thighs and moved up your body, his torso resting against yours, his heat merging with yours, and you closed your eyes as you moved, too, no longer afraid of the discomfort.

 “Ohhh,” Ahk moaned low in his throat. “My love.”

 “I love you,” you whispered in his ear, reaching to kiss his jaw, clutching at his back and wanting nothing more than to extend this moment for eternity.

 Not long after your declaration, Ahkmenrah held himself up, his hand cupping your face as he bent his forehead to yours and came, yet another new sensation that you thought felt strange as his cum flooded within you.

 When he stopped moving, you held him against you, whispering for him not to move, not yet, not yet. Murmurs and whisperings of love passed between each of your lips as you softly kissed.  

 “Are you all right,” Ahk gently asked, when he moved to lay next to you.

 With a grin, you rolled half onto him, and nipped at his lower lip.

 “When can we do that again?”

 Ahk’s face split into a wide grin, his teeth white and flashing as his chest began to rumble with laughter.

 “Considering the way I feel about you, a moment, my love. All I need is a mere moment.”

 You watched his eyes as he spoke, the laughter dying in his voice as his seriousness took hold, and for what could have been seconds or minutes, you locked eyes and luxuriated in the mutual radiance of your sweet love.  

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