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lesetoilesfous · 3 years

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sensory overload with fenders for the bad things bingo? (specifically fenris, if you’re up for it)

Godddd I had too much fun with this and I very much hope you enjoy it. Also I hate with a burning passion the fact that Hawke can give Fenris back to Danarius. I hate it so, so much.

@badthingshappenbingo

Fandom: Dragon Age 2

Prompt: Sensory Overload

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Sensory Overload, Slavery, Panic Attack, Vomiting

Pairing: Fenders (pre-relationship)

Characters: Evil/Red Marian Hawke, Fenris, Anders, Varric Tethras, Isabela, Danarius

Additional Tags: Hawke tries to give Fenris back and the KWC says no thank you, Angst with a Happy Ending

Word Count: 1,503

“Take him.”

Fenris feels as if he’s been hit in the head with a sledgehammer. “What?”

Danarius smiles: a slow, creeping sort of smile that Fenris has seen him wear a thousand times. “Interesting. I’ll make it worth your while, of course. The power of the Imperium will be at your disposal.”

Feeling dizzy, Fenris stares at Hawke. Her pale features are set and rigid with cold disdain. “Don’t do this, Hawke. I need you.” The words fall out of his mouth like pulled teeth, dragging at his insides with a sharp ache.

Hawke's lips curl back in a sneer. “You’re on your own, Fenris.”

Everything inside of Fenris collapses. It reminds him of something he’d read, recently - a book by a Qunari philosopher about the stars - a woman who hypothesised that sometimes, when a star died, it collapsed into an inverse of itself, dragging everything around it into darkness. Behind him, Danarius’ voice sounds both far, far too close and impossibly far away.

“What shall it be, Fenris? Will you throw your life away?”

Fenris can’t breathe. He feels is if the floor is swaying beneath him, shaking like a ship at sea. He remembers dancing on these floorboards, with Isabela...Fenris looks up, but the gold and brown and cream of the Hanged Man’s interior is a spinning kaleidoscope of colour. His mouth moves, and his tongue feels numb and fuzzy with static. “No, I will go with you.”

One of the guards moves, and the clanking scrape of their armour sounds painfully loud. Fenris sways away from them as they drop a purse heavy with coins into Hawke’s hand. Danarius speaks again, his voice cutting through the fog of sound and colour, weaving through Fenris’ ears like a thread pulled through his brain. “Lovely! Here’s a token of my appreciation, Champion. I’m sure I can arrange to have something more...appropriate sent along soon.”

The wooden floorboards beneath Fenris tilt, and he finds himself stumbling forwards toward his master and the red-headed elvhen woman, Varania, his sister. Fenris stares at his feet, which seem far too far away from him, and tries to remember how to breathe. His face feels hot, and his lungs are aching, desperate for more air. Danarius smiles, and the hairs on the back of Fenris’ arms and neck lift. “Come along, everyone! The boat leaves for Minrathous within the hour.”

The group begins to move, and Fenris feels as if the entire tavern is folding around him like a Rivaini paper flower. His vision tunnels, surrounded by darkness, but everything is still too loud and too bright and too hot and how had he never noticed the smell in here? Every time he breathes he feels as if he’s inhaling a thick stew of sweat and leather and steel polish and sex and alcohol and piss. He gags, falling forward. Behind him, Hawke doesn’t even move. Beside her, Fenris can’t make out Anders, Isabela and Varric in the blur of colour and noise. He still can’t breathe. The past ten years feel unreal, rapidly fading from his memory like a dwindling dream.

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

Varric’s drawl is immediately preceded by the familiar thunking of his crossbow, and Fenris thinks for a moment with relief that the rogue is going to shoot him in the head and end this nightmare before it begins. But the bolt doesn’t hit him, or Danarius, and he turns - slowly, too slowly, as if he’s moving in treacle - to see Hawke’s eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she collapses like a sack of potatoes.

Isabela draws her knives. “Oh, thank the Maker.”

Anders swings his staff from behind his back, twirling it in a wreath of blue fire that leaves burning imprints on Fenris’ irises. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Fenris turns back, forcing himself to lift his head despite the ten tonne weight that feels as if it’s resting on him, and sees Danarius’ face twist into a mask of fury. He sees Danarius’ hands claw, and the mercenaries charge, and shades bleed up from between the floorboards of the tavern like oil dragged from the earth. Then everything shatters into a swirling kaleidoscope of shattered stained glass and colour. Fenris can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see, can’t hear. Everything is too much: too loud, too bright, every movement feels like a needle in his eyes, every sound like a knife stabbed into his ears. His tongue feels heavy and burning with the overload of spice and salt in the air, and his nose is thick and choking on smoke and sulphur. His heart is thudding so hard in his chest, Fenris thinks he must be trembling with it. Blindly, he moves towards what he thinks might be the door, and doesn’t care if someone stabs him in the back for it.

Fenris makes it three feet into the cool Kirkwall night before he crumples to his knees and vomits, retching again and again until his stomach is spasming and his eyes are burning with useless, burning tears as if he’d pressed his face into a chimney full of smoke. Arms shaking, dripping with cold sweat, he kneels on the cold white sandstone of the street, washed silver by the moon, and shudders until the world stops spinning. It stops slowly, the brightness in his eyes turned unnaturally light, every colour too saturated and too vivid, even out here in the dark. The barking of Fereldan mabari, normally a strange kind of comfort, punches his skull every time they break the night, leaving Fenris shuddering with recollections of Hawke and her mabari and every time he’d saved her life, every time she’d saved his. He’d trusted her.

The sea breeze is too salty on Fenris’ tongue, which feels as if it’s been coated with grease and spices. He spits until his mouth is dry and his throat is sore, and doesn’t know how long it takes before he can breathe easily again.

When, at last, the world is no longer a Fade-saturated parody of itself, Fenris realises two things. First: the sounds of combat from inside the tavern have long since faded. Second: he is not alone.

Slowly, he forces himself to look up from the familiar sets of black and brown boots to Anders and Isabela. Isabela looks uncharacteristically sincere, and Anders’ wrinkled features are creased with worry. Twenty feet away, Varric is talking to a small huddle of Carta dwarves next to a cart with Hawke’s unconscious body. Fenris nearly throws up again, and Anders starts forward, totally ignoring the puddle of bile and vomit on the stone in front of him. Fenris flinches back, violently, and Anders freezes.

Finally, Fenris finds his voice. “Danarius?”

Anders’ jaw tenses, and some of the worry clears from his features. “Unconscious, in chains, supervised by Merrill and Aveline. We drugged him with magebane, too.” Anders hesitates, and glances at Isabela before going on. “We thought - we wanted you to have the final say. On what we do with him.”

Fenris nods, and breathes, pushing himself further away from the sick to sit on the stone. He glances towards Varric and the carta. “Hawke?”

Isabela’s lips purse into a thin line. “Varric drugged her. I say we slit her throat. Varric’s keeping her drugged in a safehouse until we come to a group decision.”

Fenris nods again. The breeze pulls across the open stone courtyard, tugging at Anders’ and Isabela’s hair, and cooling the sweat on the back of his neck. He looks at the pirate, and then the mage. Varric is walking over to them, now, too, Bianca loose in his arms. “Why?”

Isabela’s features flicker, briefly. Anders’ expression crumples. “Andraste, Fenris, because we love you.” He says it so easily. As if it’s something they’ve said to each other before. And then he keeps talking, because it’s Anders, and he always has more to say. “Also, I don’t know if you’ve been listening to me at all for the past ten years but, "the right of every man, woman and child to freedom in Thedas" does, in fact, include slaves. I know, I know, a manifesto about freedom being anti-slavery, it’s improbable right? You’d think I was healing all those elvhen slaves over the past decade with my own sweat and blood and tears for some secret evil agenda. But no, it’s actually pretty simple. Slavery’s one of the foulest, most cursed, pus-infected tumorous boils on the Maker’s taint, and so’s anyone who fucking supports it.”

Fenris thinks it’s a strange world, indeed, that he finds himself comforted by the mage’s rambling. Varric steps forward and reaches out, offering a hand. “What Blondie’s trying to say, Fenris, is that we’ve got your back.”

Fenris hesitates, staring at Varric’s hand, his mind full of Hawke’s bright blue eyes and strong jaw. Isabela unfolds her arms from where they’d been tightening across her chest. “No slaves, no masters.”

Fenris takes Varric’s hand.

#bad things happen bingo #dragon age 2 #fenris #anders #varric tethras #isabela #my fic #gaysolavellan #anon

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ayeitsjustmee · 4 years

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Accident’s Happen- E.C

Ethan x Reader

So it was around 4 weeks ago when you and Ethan decided to spend the night together. Not that either of you were fit to make any decisions whatsoever, but that didn’t stop you at all. You were both under the influence of alcohol and had witnessed quite a lot of things the week running up to it.

You’ve known Ethan for years, literally since school and you’ve been there to support him all throughout his success with shameless and did your best to help him with schooling too which he adored you for. It was hard juggling both, but he saw that as the norm. You knew he could do well at school though so made sure he would prove your hypothesis there. You two were inseparable in the beginning but got used to spending time apart once he started filming for shameless and that has always been fine for the two of you because once you’re reunited, it’s like nobody ever left.

You were due to host a family BBQ at your house for your mother’s birthday and the Cutkosky clan were due to attend. You hadn’t really seen much of Ethan these past 2 weeks and any time you’d seen him since you two shagged has just been slightly awkward. Maybe that’s because you’re wanting to talk about what happened but not wanting to be the one to start the conversation. I don’t know. But either way, it’s been awkward and you’re anxious about tonight. Anxious about seeing his face. The face that you always miss, more than you’ve missed anyone else’s before.

You put on a dainty little button-up white dress and curl the ends of your hair, putting half of it up, out of your face. You add a thin eyeliner flick to your look and put on your mascara. Once this is done you place your Dr Marten’s sandals on with your dress and head downstairs. Greeting people as you pass, trying to find your way to your dad, knowing that his face will calm the nerves in your body. He has always been able to soothe your anxiety and talk you into feeling okay and calm. You’ve been feeling nauseous most of the week because of this. Finally, you find him at the barbecue and smile, heading over to him. You embrace him in a big hug. He’s been working since 8pm last night, on a night shift.

“Hey, you okay?” He asks as you embrace him. You just nod and he sighs empathetically before putting his hand on your shoulder and saying “It’s gonna be okay Y/N, everyone is family.” And you nod in agreement, taking a deep breath.

Just then, you hear a familiar female voice. The voice of Mrs Cutkosky greeting you and your dad. You turn around and smile in her direction enthusiastically and your dad does the same.

“Y/N, so nice to see you again! How are you?” She says sweetly holding her arms open for a hug which you gladly accept. “I’ve been good, just busy at work taking every possible shift I can get.” You giggle awkwardly as you reply to her question and she grins widely. Just behind her you see Ethan standing there with an unknown look on his face. Maybe he’s wondering why you’ve made yourself so unavailable.

“Aw bless, you’re a hard working Y/N! You deserve the best of the best.” She says and removes a piece of hair from your face. She’s always so friendly to you and you love her for that.

“Aw thank you so much, only time will tell ay.” You respond and she smirks before heading to talk to your dad, leaving you with Ethan, who has his hands in his pockets awkwardly smiling. You smirk and roll your eyes playfully moving closer towards him.

“Pull yourself together boy, are you trying to make it obvious to our families that something happened between us.” You say with a smirk as you remove his hands from his pocket and straighten up his jacket, causing his cheeky to flush red.

“You don’t beat around the bush, do you Y/N. Be quiet jeez, there could be paparazzi here godddd.” He laughs and hits your shoulder playfully before looking around and pretending to hide.

You just roll your eyes and laugh at his response before saying “Cocky much?” And raising and eyebrow.

“I don’t think I need to answer that question for you. Cause like, you would know wouldn’t you.” He bites his lip holding in a smirk. Your mouth gapes open in response and his composure bursts. The laugher comes and you just cannot contain your laughter either.

“God sake Ethan, go and say happy birthday to my mother. I can’t deal with you right now.” You respond an check smirks before turning around and heading towards your mum. Obeying orders for once. As he reaches your mum, he turns around and winks at you.

Why does he do this to you? Dead.

****

You spend most of the evening talking to all of your family, playing board games with the kids and attempting to whoop their asses on just dance. That’s until you get the urge to throw up and have to run to the toilet to let it out. Ugh, you hate being sick. Despise it, fear it, don’t like it at all, nah-ah. Nope. Then, you decide to go outside and sit yourself on the swing’s whilst sipping at your water to gargle the sicky taste away.

It gets you thinking about Ethan. He’s very confusing, that is the first time he has even mentioned the night you spent together since it happened and he made it seem like it wasn’t a big deal at all. So if he can joke about it why can’t he talk about it?

“Hey little one.” Speak of the devil. He’s always called you little one, it’s just his nickname for you because you’re smaller than him and it makes him feel better. You look over to him and smile. He sits on the swing next to you and there’s about a minute of silence before he speaks.

“Are you okay? What happened inside?” He asks nervously, licking his lips.

“Oh I had to throw up. My anxiety has taken it’s toll on me.” You reply nervously and his eyebrows raise.

“Oh no, that’s not good. Why’s it been bad?” He asks innocently, just curious.

“Well, you make me anxious.” You state and he seems surprised.

“Me? Why? You don’t need to be anxious around me at all Y/N. We are Ethan and Y/N, unstoppable and nothing scares us.” He says with a smile holding your hand. You look down at your hands and sigh. He can be so casual and it’s so agravating when you feel so many emotions right now.

“Because, you won’t talk about it.” You reply and look to the ground.

“Oh.” He says and you stay quiet without looking to him.

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. I thought you’d regretted it, so I felt ashamed and embarrassed. Then you’ve made yourself work so much these last 2 weeks that I thought you were avoiding me. It’s okay, I get it, mistakes happen.” He blurts out. Word vomit much.

Just then, you have the urge again and run to the downstairs toilet, Ethan hot on his feet behind you. He walks into the toilet with you and grabs your hair out of the way before you end up with sick on it. He takes a band off your wrist and ties your hair up in a messy bun before sitting on the floor next to you.

“Thank you, E.” You say as you wipe your mouth with tissue. He nods, and again, bites his lip nervously. Then, his eyebrows raise and he sighs before standing up and pacing. Then he stops and looks at you.

“I’m going somewhere, I’ll be back real soon. Please don’t move.” He orders and you nod. Seconds later he leaves and you put the toilet lid down, get a towel and lean your head on it before quickly nodding off.

***

“Y/N.” Ethan’s voice hums, nudging you awake. You rub your eyes and yawn.

“Here.” He says and hands you a bag. He’d been to the shops. You look inside the bad and your eyes go huge. Your mouth gapes open and you stare at Ethan who shifts uncomfortably with his hands back in his pockets. Your heart aches a bit and your stomach drops. No one emotional can describe the way you feel at the realisation of what he thinks is going on. Especially when it makes so much sense. Your eyes start to well up.

“Are you fucking insane?!” You yell and stand up, shoving the bag into his arms.

You go to leave the bathroom but he places his hand against the door, stopping it from swinging open. He then locks it and barges you out of the way. You start to cry and try to shove him out of the way by hitting his arms and chest. He grabs your wrists gently, but firm enough to stop you, trying his best not to hurt you and locates you to sit on the toilet seat. You bring your legs up to your chest and bury your face into your knees and start to sob.

“Please Y/N, you need to know.” He begs, desperation in his tone and tears were threatening to fall from his eyes.

“Why me?” You cry and Ethan just rubs your back sympathetically. You stand up, go to the bag and open up the box getting out a digital pregnancy test. You go back to the toilet, lift the lid up and sit down. Peeing on the stick, right in front of Ethan, carelessly. He sits in the on the floor, head in hands and waits with you for the results.

“You know you’re not the only potential father right?” You say and he nods.

You don’t look, you pee on the stick, wipe and place the stick on the side upside down and set an alarm. You wash you hands and as you go to dry them, you knock the pregnancy test on the floor, making Ethan look up from his hands. As you pick it up you see the results, already clear as day, in just a minute. Pregnant. 4 weeks. You then drop it next to Ethan.

“Fuck.” He mumbles and ruffles his hair in worry. You feel numb but hazy. As if you were going to pass out any minute now.

“I’m going to bed.” You state coldly and begin walking through the crowded house and head towards the stairs. Barging past relatives, no idea what they’re saying to you. Ethan follows after cleaning up everything in the bathroom and bringing it with him discreetly and explaining to people that you’re going to sleep because of you being poorly.

“Go away Ethan, I don’t need to be babied.” You say, being a total bitch. He rolls his eyes.

“Get over yourself Y/N and accept care when you fucking need it. Stop acting like you don’t give a shit!” He yells and you jump back, shocked at his anger. But then you smile, proud that he defended himself since you were in fact being a bitch.

You just sigh and take off your dress, causing Ethan to become awkward seeing you in just your thong and no bra. You get an oversized t-shirt out and get in bed.

“You coming or not?” You ask and he quickly strips into only his boxers and joins you in bed. He goes to speak about it and you shush him, snuggling into him.

“We can talk about it tomorrow. I’m not ready right now.” You say and he nods, kissing your forehead.

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A/N- hey! So I plan on making this a series, but I’m not too sure yet. Let me know what you guys think I should do?? I know it’s long, I do apologise but there was a lot I needed to have in if just in case I don’t make it a series. Anyway, enjoy! Also, feel free to send me imagine requests etc!

UPDATEEEE

I have now turned this into a fan fiction on Wattpad, but I’m not going to make it one on here. So I’ll put the link below if anyone is interested in a full story, and if not you’ve got your one shot on here still!❤️

Wattpad

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Animals Chapter One

Warnings: Smut. Lots of it. Though *GASP* I did manage to write protected sex but not all of it is, also some of the smut is just implied. Language, sex, and adorable fluff all at the same time. I don’t know Rami or anyone associated with him.

HUGE SHOUTOUT TO @r-ahh-mi for her dedication, encouragement, suggestions, and her editing advice.

Word Count: 2770

I know that Rami’s timeline for this may not be entirely accurate, but this is my story and I’ve taken liberties.

“C’mon babe it’ll be fun! Seriously, there is no privacy for us anywhere and I’m tired of sneaking around just to get an opportunity to give my girl some proper lovin’” he whined, in your ear. “It’s bad enough that neither of us have been able to travel as much since I left for school, and I miss you so fucking much. I get so much crap from my classmates about how much time I spend thinking about you.”

You were laying down in the backseat of his car, with him still on top of you as you had just finished having some pretty incredible sex. Now he was trying to convince you that both should go on your first random road trip together. Or rather, a spontaneous adventure, as he kept referring to it.

“I don’t know. I have to work and you are only going to be home from school for a very short period of time. Your family misses you a lot and I don’t want to take you away from them more than I already have. I don’t want them to hate me more than I’m sure they already do.”

“Well, that’s up to you. I know you have quite a bit of savings, as do I. Believe it or not, I’ve managed to put away a decent chunk of money, even as a poor college student. Mama taught me how to be frugal. And don’t talk like that because you know for a fact that my family adores you. My brother keeps giving me shit about the fact that we aren’t married yet. He said that he was certain that it would have happened the day you turned eighteen.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at that statement because marriage was something that both of you had talked about since you were both sixteen. Both of you were fairly certain that it was an inevitability for you both.

“You know what? We are young, in love, so why the hell not. Let’s do it. I hate my stupid fucking job anyway and there will always be other job opportunities.”

“That’s the spirit! I love you. I’m so happy that you decided to say yes, because I have a few surprises that I had planned, if you had said yes to this.”

“When should we leave?”

“Tonight?”

“Great, but what time tonight? I get off work at 10, but I don’t want to smell like the diner so I’d want to go home and at least shower first.”

“Since I was going to drop you off at work, I can pick you up and take you home so that you can shower and then we go after that. Does that sound like a plan?”

“Yes. Now come here lover boy. I want you so bad right now. We’ve got time to make up for.”

“Again? Didn’t we just-” you cut him off mid sentence with a kiss. His mouth not putting up much of a fight against yours. Your fingers threading through his wild hair as you pull him closer.

Your naked bodies already tangled together in the backseat of the car, your hips bucked into his, and you can feel his hardening member against your thigh. He stops momentarily to grab his jeans off the floorboard to grab another condom out of his pocket, and he wastes very little time slipping it on.

“Mmmm baby.. I want you so fucking bad.” you murmur against his ear.

Your body,so easily turned on by him, was already slick and ready and you couldn’t help the low moan that escapes you as he slides into you. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you buck your hips in time with his thrusts.

The only sounds you could hear was the squeaking of the car as it rocked in time with your joint movements, and the quiet moans that you were both letting out.

“Ohhhh. Yes baby… don’t stop…”

“Fuck baby, always so tight for me. I love you. You feel so good. Just.. uhhh.. Fuckkkk.. Yesss..”

Skin slapping skin as your hips meet in time with each other, your desperation for each growing in this heated moment. Your nails clawing at his back as his thrusts become more frantic in their pace.

Unable to restrain your pleasure you let it all out with a series of moans as you continued your assault on his back. Your moans only spurred him on further; your bodies slick with sweat, his moans in your ear getting louder.

“Yesss baby…. Godddd… yesss….please don’t stop baby.. Fuckkkk…. I’m so close… So close…. “ you whined in his ear.

His lips descend on yours for a heated kiss as his hips pounded into yours, working to push you over the edge and into the depths of your orgasm.

It took a few more thrusts of his hips to get you there, but you came around him with a muffled scream of his name as your nails dig further into his back. You felt his cock twitch and body stiffen, as he followed you into orgasmic bliss.

His body collapsed on top of yours as you held on to him tightly until you both were recovered enough to finally move again.

“Damn babe. That was hot.” he smiled, your naked bodies still tangled together.

“It always is with you my love.”

“I can feel it now babe, but seriously, I think you fucked up my back. Jesus woman, you are seriously like a fucking cat. I can’t take my shirt off for a while now, or my brother will give me so much shit and the rest of my family will know exactly what the hell we’ve been up to. They know we are together, but I think with them, ignorance is bliss.”

You giggled and could feel yourself turning red with embarrassment. ”I’m sorry my love. I wasn’t even aware that I was doing it, but if it makes you feel better, I won’t walk right for a week.”

The smug look on his face told you that he was content with that knowledge.

“I wouldn’t worry about your back anyway since we are leaving tonight, so who gives a fuck who sees you with a clawed up back. Maybe I was just marking my territory. Hell, I’ve got enough hickies all over me that I might as well be a walking advertisement for ‘committed relationships,’”you shrug as you both sat up in the back seat and started to re-dress.

“I hate when our time together comes to an end like this, but I should probably get you home so that you can get ready for work.”

“Me too. I should just say ‘fuck it’ and just go to work all mussed and smelling like sex,” you giggled again.

“Oh fuck babe, that would be so hot, but no, I promised my brother that we’d go to dinner tonight. He knows how bad I want to see you though so he suggested that we go to your diner for dinner. Their burgers at least are delicious,” he smiled into your hair.

“I love you so much Rami. I swear you are the best and bless your brother for giving up some of his precious little time with you just for us. Maybe I fell in love with the wrong twin,” you tease, laughing at the mock hurt on his face.

“How dare you!” he gasps in shock as he dramatically places his hand over his heart.

“Oh you!” you poke him in his stomach and he yelps. “Always so freaking dramatic…”

“I’m an actor, that’s what I’m supposed to do. Ya know? Be dramatic!” he exclaimed.

You roll your eyes at him,”You’ve always been a dramatic ass bitch, but it’s alright, I still love you anyway.”

“Ugh.” he dramatically sighed.

“Seriously? The dramatics again.”

His laugh was loud as he playfully shoved you before he opened the back door of the car and climbed out, stretching his body. God you almost started drooling watching his muscles flex and move as he stretched.. His shirt riding up on his stomach just a little bit, and for some reason you had to resist the urge to bite it. Next time, you are definitely going to leave a little mark there, right above the ‘v’ of his delicious hips. Leave your mark on him, like staking a claim, a little something that temporarily marks him as yours.

You followed his lead and exited the back of the car, smoothing your dress down over your hips before leaning against the drivers side door waiting for him to wander his way back to you. Once he was in front of you, you throw your arms around his neck and give him a sweet chaste kiss.

“I love you so damn much. How the hell did I get so damn lucky?” you smiled, tears filling your eyes from all of the random emotions swirling around inside of you.

“Aw baby don’t cry. I love you too! Don’t doubt yourself love, because I’m the lucky one. The luckiest man alive because I have you,” he reassured as you sniffled into his chest.

“No way. Me. I’m… I’m.. I’m.. just.. I’m so plain,” You gestured to your body as if to demonstrate your point.

“Excuse me. No. I wish you could see yourself the way that I see you. I see a beautiful woman with the kindest eyes, beautiful hair, and a generous heart. I’m the lucky one because have you seen me? The guy with big eyes that looks so different from the majority of my peers.” He tried echoing your earlier movements.

“No! Don’t you ever say that!” you yelled. “You’re eyes are so expressive and gorgeous. I’ve known you forever and I still can’t figure out exactly what fucking color they are. They are… I call them ‘ocean eyes’ because they are ever changing from green to blue to sometimes gray. You are so talented and anyone that doesn’t see how talented you are is a fucking loser. And you will be successful no matter what because you want it, your live it, you fight for it. You are the love of my life, and I will stand behind you and support you no matter what!” You said holding him a little tighter now, because you know how insecure he can be about the way he looks.

“Oh babe. Look at us, arguing over our looks. If anyone overheard this conversation they would think we are the two most shallow individuals on the planet,” he laughs, trying to lighten the mood.

“Rami, this is fucking LA, ninety-eight percent of the population is made up of a bunch of shallow assholes. So for someone to overhear a conversation about our looks would just think we are another bunch of wannabe somethings.”

He let out another bark of laughter before he kisses your forehead.

“Okay, we need to get going now or both of us are going to be late.”

It was your turn to laugh again before you pointed out the fact that his name should actually be Rami Late-For-Everything Malek. To which he actually just flipped you the bird and that made you laugh so much harder than you already were. That was your Rami; playful and fun, sarcastic and just.. he was always making you laugh.

Sighing you climb into the passenger seat and buckle up. He puts the car in drive and cranks the radio up. You both sing along loudly and off-key to nearly every song that came on. Time seemed to pass by all too quickly and before you knew it, you were outside your house. You lean over to give him a not so chaste kiss, pulling away all too quickly.

“I’ll see you in a few hours baby. Oh, I forgot to tell you, bring your birth certificate and passport with you, just in case we decide to do something reckless on our little trip,” he smiled conspiratorially at you before giving you a wink. He can’t wink for shit, but it's adorable watching him try.

Confusion racking your brain, but not questioning his motives, you shut the door, and watch him drive away. Feeling like you were floating on air, you nearly dance your way into the house that you share with your parents and begin packing for your trip.

You decide to pack fairly light, even though you have no clue how long this trip is going to last for and you grab the documents that he requested that you bring with you, putting them in a plastic Ziploc bag, and shoving them into your backpack.

You decided to lay down for about an hour to take a small nap before work; your body a little tired from the vigorous activities earlier this afternoon. Waking with your alarm, you get up and take a quick shower. Then you get dressed in your ugly work uniform, grab your bags and head out the door as you stood at the end of your driveway waiting for Rami to show. He’s a little late like always so your mind wanders back to what he had said earlier. What could he possibly mean by ‘if we decide to do something reckless’?

The thoughts roll around in your brain- you must have looked like an idiot standing there lost in thought that you barely registered that he had pulled up.

“Yoooo babe!!!” he hollered out the window which snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry, I’m comin!” you holler back. “Oh pop the trunk I’m going to throw my shit in there.”

He does as you ask and you toss your backpack and small duffle bag into the trunk of his car and you notice that he has several bags already in there, including what looked like a garment bag.

“Hey Sami!” you smile, as you climb into the backseat. You hadn’t even realized that his brother was in the car with him when he pulled up.

“Hey Y/N. How’ve you been?” he asks, a small smile on his face.

“Great, but you don’t have to ask, I just saw you last week before Rami came home. So compared to how I was last week I am doing so much better. Happier. Ugh babe, I can’t believe the seat isn’t dry yet. Jesus it’s had a few hours to bake in the sun and it’s still wet. Now my ass is going to be all wet when I get to work.”

Sami nearly spit his water all over the dash as his brother was now speeding down the highway towards your place of work; Rami just wore a smirk.

“You two are fucking disgusting. Animals.” Sami grumbles.

“That we are Sami-cakes, but the sex is always worth it,” you managed to get out between fits of giggles.

“Dude, she just called me ‘Sami-cakes’ like.. Seriously?”

“She calls me Rami-cakes, so Sam that just means that she likes you. She did tell me earlier that she thinks perhaps she fell in love with the wrong twin.”

The twins laughter rang through the car against the noise of traffic.

“So what the hell did you two do while I wasn’t around?

“The same thing we always do, just bro stuff.” Rami replied.

“Oh. I took a nap, because dealing with people gets irritating, and it’s even worse when I’m tired. I also think that my body needed a rest after the vigorous activities from earlier.”

“Awwww I wore you out.”

“Ewwww.. I don’t need to hear this,” Sami smirked, while plugging his ears.

“Don’t worry ya prude, your brother gave it to me good, more than once. Good lord his stamina and recovery time is the stuff of legends.” you state as Sami just made gagging noises.

“That’s on a need to know basis, and I DO NOT need to know this.”

All too soon the car pulled up to the diner that you worked in, and you said your goodbyes to the twins, kissed your boyfriend not so chastely in front of his brother who just let out another series of gagging noise which caused you to have another fit of giggles.

“Before you go love, I just wanted to tell you again how much I fucking love you, and I’m glad you’re home even if it’s just for a brief period of time.”

“I know. I love you too, but I gotta go before I make you late, or my brother causes me physical harm, whichever comes first.”

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