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ponyosmom35 · 8 months

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I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

Synopsis: The reader was dating Elliot before he forgot who he was, she never left his side. and months later he remembers.

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes.

There she was, standing in a dress, her hair was curled and she had a smile on her face as she opened the door to see who’d knocked. This woman, the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in his life. All of the air is stolen from his lungs as he meets her eyes. Her aqua-colored eyes. After seeing the note she posted in the mail room about needing help with her computer, Elliot was curious. He surprised himself by responding to the ad and emailing her. Two days later he stood in front of her door, his heart beating out of his chest. His palms sweating. He’d never felt this way before.

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly

“I’m Willow, and I cannot thank you enough for answering! I tried taking it to a shop but they wanted to charge me $200, this was kinda my last resort” she explains

“I’m happy to help”

“I hope you’re good, because I don’t know the first thing about computers” she says “come on in”

Elliot follows her into her apartment, the layout the exact same as his. She’d decorated the place well, it looked like a home. She had tons of plants brightening up the space, as well as wall art covering every inch of space. A lot of color. He noticed her large bookshelf, a gorgeous color-coded collection. Her windows had sheer multicolored curtains which kept her entire apartment incredibly visible from onlookers. She had no tv and a large cat lying in the center of her bed. Her desk sat in front of the window just like his own, giving her a view of the apartments across the street. He wondered if they could see into her space just as well. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

“Here it is” she says leading him over to the desk, her MacBook sits in the middle of the desk, perfectly aligned with the planner next to it. As soon as he laid eyes on it, he could tell that it was a simple fix. Five minutes max. A part of him felt disappointed that it wasn’t a large project to keep him in her apartment for hours.

“I see what’s going on, its no problem” he says as he begins typing in a code

“Oh my gosh you are literally a lifesaver, I need this for work like seriously my entire life is on this dumb computer”

“Fuck me” he curses

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks

“No I told you, dinner is on me as a thank you” she smiles as she sits across from him in the diner. “What sounds good?” she asks

“I’m not sure”

“Well I can recommend their garden burger, it’s one of the best I’ve ever had”

“Garden burger?” he asks

“Oh I’m a vegetarian by choice. I watched an animal cruelty doc in high school and now I’m scared for life”

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods

“Really? Nobody has ever actually listened to my recommendations before” she laughs

“If I hate it then that means you’ll just have to take me out again” he says, smiling at her

“Deal” she smirks

“you’re scaring me”

“How did you get into coding? It seems like such a niche skill” she asks as they walk down the street side by side. His jacket slid over her shoulders.

“My dad taught me my first code, I taught myself the rest” he shrugs

“Why?”

“I always found it to be interesting, the power of hacking into something and being able to see all of the secrets someone’s hiding. You can see exactly who someone is, no sugar coating no lies. You can always trust a code” he admits, shocked that he felt comfortable enough to actually say any of this out loud.

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly

“No”

“Why not?”

“You’re different, not like the rest. You don’t rely on technology to survive. I wanted to know you” he says

“I’m glad you responded to my ad Elliot” she smiles

“Me too”

“Do you want me to call Darlene?” she asks

Elliot stands to his feet and scrambles to his door to see who would be knocking at 9 pm. He looks through the peephole and there she was. He rips the door open and stares at her in concern. Before he could say a word she drops her head as her lips tremble. Tears fall down her cheeks and Elliot panics.

“What’s wrong?” he asks

“My boss, he asked me to dinner tonight to discuss our big meeting on Friday. But he never even brought it up, he told me that If I didn’t sleep with him then I would lose my job. I can’t afford to lose my job, Elliot! I love what I do, fuck I don’t know what I’m gonna do” she responds. His body is filled with rage as he takes in her words.

“What did you say?” he asks

“I told him I had to go and I ran straight here” she sniffles

Elliot pulls her into his arms, holding her body close to his as he lets her cry. He clutches onto her hair, smoothing it gently. He’d never been comfortable with touch before, yet at the moment he’d met this girl he wanted to touch her skin, feel how soft it would be. He craved her like nothing before.

“I’m gonna fix this, don’t worry” he promises as he places a kiss on her head.

“Please say something!” she pleads

Elliot had just gotten off of work. He hated his new job. A simple programmer, protecting Allsafe from any potential hacks. The simplicity of it was nice, yet he craved more. He was capable of so much more. He sets his bag down and sits on his couch. He was tired, after he’d spent the night talking to Willow’s boss, he hacked him and exposed him to the police for money laundering. He’d stolen millions. He closes his eyes to attempt to get some rest when a hand slams on the door, pounding angrily. He gets up and opens it to see WIllow.

She pushes past him and walks into the center of his apartment and crosses her arms. “Did you hack my boss?”

“Yes” he shrugs

“He got arrested at work today, they said he was stealing money” she snaps, he does not respond and stares at her blankly. “You can’t just do things like this Elliot!”

“I was protecting you” he says, causing her to stare at him with an unknown emotion in her eyes.

“Its not your job to protect me, you put yourself at risk”

“I don’t make mistakes, and I don’t leave evidence behind” he says moving closer to her

“I can take care of myself” she says in a small voice as he stands mere inches from her.

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

“He made you upset, he tried to hurt you. He doesn’t t get to go free after that”

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

“Because you - you’re everything to me Will”

“I - what?” she asks

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again”

Elliot places a hand on her cheek and kisses her gently. She gasps in shock and melts into his hold. The touch of her skin against his makes him feel alive. This is what he’d been searching for his entire life. Peace washes over his anxious brain. All of the loneliness that consumed his nights melted away. This was it, this was everything.

His eyes finally focus on her own, noticing the panic in her eyes as her tears threaten to spill. Two years’ worth of memories flooded him. All of the unconditional love and support she’d given him. The hours she held him while his body fought his anxiety. The way she would curl into his chest at night, tucking herself into him. Her loud laugh bounced off the walls of the apartment as she forced him to dance. He was happy, he was loved. And he’d forgotten her. Treated her horribly. She’d never said a word about who she was to him. Despite all of his words she stayed by his side.

“I remember” he says simply

“What?”

“I remember us”

“Don’t fuck with me like that Elliot” she warns, stepping back. He reaches out and grips her arm out of instinct.

“Your real name is Margaret, after your grandmother, but you go by your middle name” he says, watching as her tears fall. “You’re a Taurus and your favorite flowers are roses even though you’re allergic. You are my girlfriend, the woman I love. You are real”

“El?” she asks

Elliot pulls her into a hug, holding her as though she may disappear any second. Willow breaks down into tears and cries into his shoulder. Her entire body shakes as she sobs.

“Fuck I’m so sorry - I can’t even begin to apologize for what I’ve done”

“It’s not your fault”

“I left you”

“I knew something was wrong, it wasn’t you. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me” she says as he wipes her tears

“You knew?”

“I wasn’t sure, but I knew that he wasn’t you. I’m just so glad that your back” she smiles

#mr robot #rami malek #elliot alderson #alderson #smut #love #angst #did system #elliot x reader #elliot x y/n #mr robot imagine

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Elliot Alderson X Reader Angsty Love Confession Prompt

!TW: Anxiety, implied mention of self harm and suicide (as a worry), implied suffering from depression, hint to plan of committing suicide, implied plan of self harming, phrase ‘dead body’!

“Can’t you see that there are people who care about you, Y/n?” Elliot asked, his voice trembling briefly; he was worried because you’d locked yourself in the bathroom after you’d been fighting with him, and he didn’t want to lose you or see that you’d hurt yourself again. “That I care about you?” Elliot pried, desperate for you to open the door and show him that you were okay, but you felt as if you couldn’t. “Why are you even doing this, Y/n?” Elliot questioned, a hint of frustration in his voice.

You grimaced; you thought that maybe he could guess why you were doing this. “I’m doing this because this is just too much for me now, Elliot,” you expressed, your eyes beginning to glisten over with tears, “I can’t act like this anymore; like I don’t love you..” Elliot frowned, bowing his head slightly. “But you keep proving to me, or showing me that you could never love me, and - do you know how much that hurts, Elliot?” You inquired, and Elliot began to feel guilty; he did have feelings for you, but he just didn’t want things to change between you and him so drastically. “Are you even still listening to me?” You questioned, and Elliot wouldn’t know what to say, subconsciously connecting his forehead to the door. “Fine,” you muttered, “don’t worry; you won’t have to bother looking after me ever again soon-”

“No-!” Elliot exclaimed, becoming even more desperate as he attempted to open the door again, and he even tried to throw himself against it; he didn’t want to lose you. “I can’t lose you, again!” Elliot cried, and you hesitantly set the razor back down on the shelf. “Don’t make me lose you again,” Elliot begged, his voice weak; he was trying not to cry.

You hesitantly stood up, leaning against the bathroom door. “So - You’d only believe that I love you when you’re on the verge of losing me?” You guessed, and Elliot winced, a pained expression on his face.

“No!” Elliot claimed, silently begging you to open the door. “Why - Why would you even think that, Y/n?” Elliot inquired, and you grunted; you couldn’t believe that he was being so oblivious.

“Seriously, Elliot?” You retorted, and Elliot fell quiet, wishing he’d treated you differently in the past. “You never believe me! If I told you I loved you tomorrow, would you even believe me?” You asked, and Elliot nodded quickly.

“Of course I would,” Elliot answered, and you scoffed.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t want to deal with a dead body in your bathroom,” you uttered, and Elliot shook his head, a hurt look on his face.

“Look,” Elliot began nervously, “I didn’t want to tell you like this, Y/n, but - You’re leaving me no other options - I-.. I love you, Y/n, I was just too scared to tell you before, and - I can’t ignore my feelings any longer, I see that now; I don’t want to hurt you anymore. I see that we should stop dancing around it, b-because all it’s doing is hurting us both; I should have known before that this would happen, and I’m sorry for being so blind.”

You reluctantly opened the bathroom door, and Elliot expressed relief, before he threw his arms around you. You held him at arm’s length, and he suddenly found that he felt too nervous to look you in the eyes. You grimaced, a hurt look on your face; you were beginning to think that he hadn’t meant what he’d previously said. “You were lying,” you murmured, and Elliot panicked, shaking his head quickly as he held your arms tightly; he was worried that he would still lose you. “It’s like you never really see me,” you mused, your voice trembling briefly, “I’m standing right in front of you, but you still don’t see me!”

“I do see you,” Elliot contradicted, “d-do I really have to spell it out for you? I love you, Y/n!” You fell quiet, your eyes searching his greyish blue ones. “A-Are you happy, now?” Elliot pried, his voice cracking.

You wanted to hear him say the three words again, so you pretended as if you didn’t believe him, though you felt as if you could, now. “I - I don’t know, Elliot, it feels like you’re just saying it-”

“I’m not!” Elliot cried, before he brought himself to place his hand on your cheek. “I love you, okay? I love you!” Elliot exclaimed, before he began to cry, surprising you.

You wrapped your arms around him to comfort him, and he returned the hug, sobbing quietly. “I know, Elliot,” you reassured him, “I just wanted to hear you say it again.” Elliot smiled weakly up at you, before he hesitantly connected his lips to your’s.

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Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Cute prompt mixed with angst and injury

“Do you regret it?” Safin asked, looking up at you.

You would be confused, looking over at him. “Regret what?” You pried, and he frowned, looking away.

“Me,” Safin answered, and you shook your head.

“Why would I regret you?” You questioned, and he would be surprised, glancing up at you. You intertwined your fingers with his, and he smiled weakly up at you. “I love you,” you reassured him, before you sat beside him so you could hold his hand, before you leaned forward to connect your lips to his.

𖧷☭𖤍

“I can’t make it, Y/n,” Safin murmured, but you wouldn’t listen; you couldn’t lose him, trying to run faster.

“Oh, really?” You responded, and Safin groaned, wishing you’d give up; he was in a lot of pain, and wanted it to just stop.

↯

“Your mind games don’t work on me,” Safin murmured, smiling weakly up at you; you were trying to comfort him after what had happened to him.

“Really? I thought I was getting better at that,” you responded, “I was practicing what to say.”

Safin chuckled, intertwining his fingers with your’s. “You may be better at it, angel, but you can’t fool me,” he claimed, and you gave in, carefully laying down beside him.

𖧷☭𖤍

“W-What do you mean by that?” You asked, nervous.

Safin winced, looking over at you. “It’s nothing, angel,” he responded; he didn’t want to worry you. “Go back upstairs,” he instructed softly, and reluctantly you did as he said, though you were suspicious of him.

𖧷☭𖤍

Safin groaned, wincing as you attempted to remove the bullet from his side; you’d had to do it before when you couldn’t find any of the doctors around who could help him. “How had does it look?” Safin inquired, and you shook your head, glancing up at him. “Bad?” Safin guessed, and you nodded as you tried to clean the wound, before you began to stitch it with the needle and thread you found in one of the kits.

“Why would you even come back here when you knew it was risky to?” You questioned, and Safin grunted, trying to think of a lie as he was too embarrassed to give you the real reason.

“I’m only here to establish an alibi,” he claimed, and you would be disappointed, but tried to hide it.

“Well you were an idiot for coming here,” you mumbled, and he lifted an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t think your axe is sharp enough to hurt me,” he responded, grinning.

Safin whimpered when he made an attempt to move, and you shook your head, silently scolding him. “You need rest,” you stated, before you helped Safin to his feet, and led him to your room so he could lie down on the bed.

𖧷☭𖤍

You would be surprised to find Safin out of bed when you returned home after you met up with your friends; he was clearly suspicious of you. “Where were you?” Safin questioned before you could utter a word, and you groaned, looking away from him; you were too tired to deal with him at this moment. “Were you with him?” Safin pried, and you guessed that he was referring to James. You tried to speak, but he wouldn’t let you respond, scaring you as he approached you threateningly. “You’re not allowed to see him anymore!” Safin hissed, and you lowered your head slightly, irritated; you just wanted to sleep. “Why must you always betray me?” Safin inquired, a pained expression on his face.

“I didn’t betray you, Safin,” you muttered, trying to move past him, but he stopped you.

“If you still love him, why have you been choosing to stay with me whenever I’ve given you the chance to leave me?” Safin asked, and you frowned.

“I don’t love him, Safin!” You exclaimed, wondering what it would take for him to believe you. “I’ve wanted to stay with you because I believe, no - I know there is still good in you,” you explained, and Safin tilted his head partially at you.

Safin allowed a soft smile to play on his lips, before he stepped closer to you, intertwining his fingers with your’s. “You’re the best part of me,” he expressed, and you shyly wrapped your arms around him.

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Sorry for not posting for a while today, I’ve just been busy with some stuff. Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

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geminihurt · 2 years

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Whumptober 2022 | Day 20

It's been a long day | Fetal position

"I hate when I can't hold in my loneliness"

Mr. Robot 1x01 | Elliot Alderson - Rami Malek

#whumptober2022 #no.20 #fetal position #mr robot #gifs #elliot alderson #1x01 #rami malek #it's been a long day #angst #tears #whump #whumpedit

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safinsisland · 1 year

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Starter Call

We are hiring

Gardener for a private horticulture

Preferly a specialist in knot garden

Edible and medicinal plants

f/m/d, no allergies

5 day week, 4 weeks payed vacation

Room and board

Contact [email protected] - or like for a starter. We shall find you.

#-starter call-#-lyutsifer safin rp-#-garden-#-rp-#-fluff-#-angst-#-smut-#-let's plot-#-rami malek fandom-#-James bond fandom-#-face claim rami malek-

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randofanficrecs · 8 months

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Today's random fic comes from the Blackout - Endeavor Content (Podcast) fandom, Escape by rathernotmyname.

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 978 Fandom: Blackout (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Simon Itani/Carla Itani Characters: Simon Itani, Rami Malek Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, What-If, Poor Simon, Post Episode: s01e01, Hospitalization, Gunshot Wounds, ← reason for T-Rating, Fictober! Day 19 Series: Part 19 of Fictober! 2020 Language: English Summary: It��s blood loss but probably also just plain exhaustion. Either way, Simon passes out for a few seconds and comes back around when his face collides with the car horn.

Or: How did Simon get to the hospital after he was shot at the end of the first episode? This is my theory.

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holyfruitsnax · 2 years

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Who I currently write for

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russell

Nathan Drake (T.H.)

Hi! I’m new to writing on Tumblr so I’m trying to figure out where to start! I am open to doing any Tom Holland characters! I’m also thinking about doing some Rami Malek and Austin Butler/ Elvis stuff as well! I currently have a series idea I’m working on for Tom, but I plan to write three base fics for anyone I deem a main writing character or if it’s requested and I think I can pull it off! I’m calling it the good, the bad, and the dirty...A fluff fic, an angst fic, and a smut fic for all my faves! (Just because someone isn’t on here doesn’t opt them out of TGB&D!!). I’m open to blurbs, chaos, head cannons, preferences, the works! Just remember that I am one person <3. Feel free to ask any questions and give me some ideas and I’ll do my best with them when I can! Thanks Loves! <3

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youngsamanda · 3 months

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happy valentines day i'm spending it working and with a dog so here's a bunch of primarily shippy based things that i want to do ! please keep in mind that i'm twenty3 so be over eighteen if you are giving this post a like ! i primarily write on discord but am technically flexible when it comes to that i'll also mess around on tumblr sideblogs or my inactive indie still ! if you are interested please like this or dm me and we can get something going !

plots : gay cowboys / a better version of that whack netflix movie purple hearts where two people who don't really like each other decide to get married for the benefits and it's a whole fake marriage slowburn thing / gimme real old gay vampires that are just messy and awful for each other but keep falling back together / literally on my knees begging for any kind of beauty and the beast plot / a big slasher multimuse / frat boy x friends sister / literally the plot of ez and emily from mayans mc but with a happier ending hopefully / oops baby plots for the angst / friends when they are younger in the like 90s then playing older casted versions of them in modern day / literally just scooby doo / teen wolf x vampire diaries older and recasted mumu i don't know please indulge me / friends to lovers but it literally takes forever like one of those bitches gets married before they get together / mermaid x pirate romance / not actually the characters but the vibes of red white and royal blue gay royals and all that / just want random period pieces like characters in the 70s or something / rich girl x country boy / proper enemies to lovers / the bitches from the mummy / mob lackey and mob boss daughter / something based on beth x rip from yellowstone / literally just a drama college friend group bc it's fun

wanted ships : gale x dewey / older percy x annabeth / charlie gillespie x olivia holt / rachel zegler x tom blythe / emma d'arcy x ryan corr / seth x kate fdtd / buffy x spike / tara x jax / anakin x padme / rhys x feyre / nesta x cassian / cole x isabel from the shiver books but older / mason gooding x jenna ortega / sean teale x adelaide kane / haymitch x effie / kiana madeira x olivia scott welch / mike x emily from until dawn / danielle galligan x calahan skogman / kaz x inej / azriel x gwyn / peter x gwen but not the tom holland one / steve x nancy / keyleth x vax / bloom x sky / musa x riven / fka twigs x bill skarsgaard / jacob elordi x alexa demie / taylor zakhar perez x madelyn cline / rami malek x charlie hunnam / mackenzie davis x gugu mbatha raw / harley x ivy / maya erskine x donald glover / elena x nate uncharted / lois x clark / gendry x arya / hayley x nathan from oth / emma x sean but older from degrassi / karen x frank / crystal reed x daniel sharman but in a period piece / blair redford x jamie chung / lorna dane x alex summers / mickey x ian but recasted

wanted opposites : nick robinson / archie renaux / emilio sakraya / jena malone / ryan graves / adrian kempe / sza / lily gladstone / yahya abdul mateen ii / alperen duymaz / drew starkey / fka twigs / aubrey plaza / peter gadiot / renee rapp / paul mescal / havana liu rose / milo manheim / taylor zakhar perez / riley keogh / anna diop / melissa barrera / ben barnes / ayo edibiri / fabien frankel / dev patel / oliver jackson cohen / danny ramirez / aubin wise / cillian murphy / amber midthunder / daniel sharman / auli'l cravalho / logan lerman / phoebe tonkin / rege jean page / winona ryder / dua lipa / elodie yung / joseph quinn / simone ashley / camila mendes / jensen ackles / henry golding / blu hunt / aaron taylor johnson / calum hood / gabriel luna

#discord rp #discord 1x1 #1x1 rp #1x1 roleplay #i dunno #don't be weird abt the hockey ppl please i can't KADJJD

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herwitchhideout · 2 years

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Hi everyone! I’m again looking for some writers on discord for fun 1x1 plots. my name is duckie, female, and 26. i will only write with writers 21+. A few things about my writing is that i write mostly as males with a few female ocs, and go for m/f or f/f pairings! I’m comfortable writing NSFW but it’s not my priority, i do love ships filled with angst and drama so if that is your thing then please contact me! I’m really open to most fcs and it’s something we can discuss as we hash out our ideas! i love making headcanons and really getting invested in plots while just having fun. im not going to demand replies or expect them in a certain amount of time, i just ask that you put as much energy and love in the plots as i do! below will be a few plot ideas and my list of fcs i usually use (but am not limited to) basically its just a few things that we can talk about.

fcs i use: jordan connor, david castaneda, oscar isaac, skeet ulrich, charles melton, tom hardy, tom holland, robert pattinson, rami malek, steven yeun, justin h mim, michael b. jordan, rahul kohli zendaya, ashley moore, ana de armas, sydney sweeney, fivel stewart, abigail cowen, madelaine petsch, medalion rahimi, jennie kim (again these are just my main fcs i like but am not limited to) as for plots: - i have been really into moonknight, i would love to write a character like steven grant. a quirky kind of goofy guy going on adventures and just being himself (i would not feel comfortable writing with all characteristics of the moonknight character but the idea of steven grant or marc spector as separate characters is what i love! and again i could write steven or an oc like him!) - kind of something that can work with the above plot but the mummy, jungle cruise, uncharted, indiana jones. i love the adventurer plots, a couple going out for the search of come ancient object and just running into crazy things! - i do like taboo plots is you are comfortable with NSFW (age gaps (as long as it’s NOT involving minors), boss/employee, cheating ect. - STRANGER THINGS! - i love writing the marauder era characters! so a plot of them maybe with a few AU twists to make it interesting. - okay, a stretch of an idea but if you love shane and ryan on buzzfeed unsolved (now watcher) i would LOVE writing two ghost hunters that are just having fun and maybe run into some really wild stuff! these are just a few ideas of plots i like but would LOVE to hear your ideas so please dm me or like this if you are interested!

#discord rp #discord smut rp #discord 1x1

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zigzagwriting · 2 years

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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

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txmel · 4 years

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Too Late

Rami Malek x Reader

Word count: 3,415

Warnings: Angst, smut, alcohol, and a little fluff

Summary: Your relationship with Rami ended years ago when he walked out the door, but one night a drunken confession at a bar changes everything when realizations surface. Does he feel the same or is it time to finally move on?

*It’s about time! School kept this on the shelf for a long time. This is my first attempt with smut, so forgive me! Anyway, here it is.

You sat there peeling at the label of your near empty beer bottle. You’d hoped the previous six would provide a distraction to the scene currently in front of you. Emphasis on the word “hoped”.

Rami’s mouth occupied the girl’s ear as he whispered which were probably flirtations coated with sexual innuendos. You knew because seven years ago, that girl was you.

Each girl you saw him with would always be the same. A carbon copy of the next one. You knew these sorts of relationships wouldn’t last, but it didn’t make the sting hurt any less. He had obviously moved on in these past few years, isn’t time you did too?

You closed your eyes, allowing the alcohol to help you drift away.

Alternating whispers of seductive phrases into your ear. Nips at your lobe. Heated breath on your neck. Chills shooting straight through your body. Rami had always been so damn good at that. His hand continually making its way up your thigh. Your legs opening wider for him. Your body on fire. His fingers slowly approaching where you needed him. His mouth on yours, swallowing your whimpers of pure and total pleasure. Tugging his curls, causing him to speed up his movements. His fingers reaching your underwear, pulling them aside to place them inside of you. Pumping two fingers in and out of you, faster and faster. His thumb rubbing harder against your clit. Climbing higher and higher to the edge. “Come on, baby girl. Cum for me. Y/N, cum for me. Now.”

A loud bout of laughter came from the carbon copy across the table, shattered your fantasy and caused you to nearly fall out of your chair. Thankfully, no one at the table noticed, too caught up in random, drunken conversations. But you had your overindulgence of alcohol as your excuse if need be.

When you looked up, their lips began to move against each other, their tongues demanding entrance. You could smell the lust from where you were sitting. It was all too much and the emotional rubber band inside you finally snapped. Suddenly, the bar became over stimulating. The dimmed lights too bright. The half-filled bar too loud. Your chest began to tighten. You needed to leave. Now.

You nudged Sami’s shoulder and told him you needed some air as you took your jacket hanging on the chair. Before your feet could move, Sami gently grabbed your arm and asked if you were okay. Your eyes met Rami’s, and you sensed his concern and saw his hand reach from across the table. Before he could open his mouth, you closed your eyes and turned to Sami.

“Really, I’m fine. I promise I just need some air.”

You headed for the door and as you raced toward the exit, you could hear Rami’s voice shouting your name across the bar. Your feet couldn’t move fast enough. It was fight or flight to get outside n order to avoid him.

As you pulled on the handle and made it outside under the roof of the cloudless night sky, all you could think was: Please don’t let him come after me. Please don’t. God, I can’t do this right now. You prayed the heavens would allow you this one small favor.

Breathing in the cool night air, you leaned against the brick wall of the building and allowed gravity to pull you to the ground. You could feel the light breeze brush across your flushed cheeks, and you felt your heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm. But as you sat there, enveloped by the coolness of the fall weather, thoughts began to surface.

God, how many times are you going to put yourself through this? Is he worth all of it? What you had was over with a long time ago. It’s just the alcohol talking. You’re just lonely. You need to let these feelings go. He was the one who walked out the door and left you alone, broken and without any answers. He shut that door. Why can’t you just leave it closed? Move on with your life. Just. Move. On. Rami obviously has, why can’t you?

Your head fell into your hands as the dam of tears finally broke. You wanted to run away, but the emotional heaviness of tonight held you hostage to the concrete and wouldn’t let you pull yourself up.

A shoe drumming against your leg and a clearing of a throat cut off your thoughts. You didn’t even need to look up to know who the owner was.

“This seat taken?”

Shit.

You were too drunk to be having this conversation with anyone right now. You were physically and emotionally trapped. You had to suck it up and talk to someone. Confessing was the only way for you to begin to move on. And of all people, you were glad it was him.

You wiped your tears away and rubbed your hands on your jeans. Your head shook as he claimed the empty spot next to you.

“I’m fine, Sami. The bar was too noisy.”

“Liar.”

You looked up at him with puffy, red eyes. “The smoke was irritating my eyes.”

“Strike two”, gesturing to the rubbed off mascara currently smeared under your eyes and hands.

It was no use lying to Sami. He and Rami had a gift for seeing right through you. While it was usually annoying, right now you were thankful for it. As you put your head on his shoulder, you knew what he was going to say.

“Sami, please don’t say…”

And then he said it. The words you were trying to avoid it all night.

“You have to tell him Y/N.”

You lifted your head and looked at him. “What? That I’m still in love with him? Sam, what your brother and I had ended a long time ago. Have you forgotten he’s the one who ended it? Since then our lives have gone in completely different directions. And when am I exactly supposed to tell him, huh? When he’s off filming? During magazine interviews? Photoshoots? This isn’t something you confess to someone over the phone or a text.”

“Y/N, you’re still in love with my brother. And right now, he’s sitting in there and your job is transferring you across the country next month. You have to tell him. He needs to know. He has a right to know.”

“What would be the point of telling him now because he’s obviously moved on”, you said pointing to the bar. “Plus, how would I even tell him? ‘Hey Rami, you remember when we broke up five years ago? When you broke my heart? Well, I haven’t stopped loving you and now I’ve got to get on this plane to move across the country. Bye.’”

Sami didn’t say anything. He just nodded and you knew he understood.

“Sami, as I see it, this move is a chance for me to finally move on from him and to start over. Trust me, It’s better this way. It’s too late for us.”

You took a deep breath as you continued: “Just promise me you won’t tell Rami. please. It’s better for him. Better for me. And as hard as it is, I know that now and I think I can finally accept it. There is no future for us.”

An available cab could not have pulled up any sooner. It was your saving grace. And as you stood up, he steadied you and pulled you into a comforting embrace. “Are you sure this is what you want, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I think it is.”

He pulled away and his eyes concentrated on yours. No doubt trying to read right through you. “You don’t sound so sure. I still think you should…”

You cut him off before he could finish. “Bye, Sam.”

“Text me when you make it home Y/N.” And with a nod of your head and kiss on his cheek, you walked away.

As much as you wanted to, you didn’t turn around. Instead you pulled your jacket tighter against your body and slid inside the cab.

What you saw as the cab pulled away was a future with Rami that could and would never be. You had such dreams for the two of you. But like you said, it was too late. Everything you had wanted with him had dissipated. He had made the decision to walk away from the relationship for the sake of his career. And it’s time you did the same. As you wiped away the remnants of tears, a pang of realization punctured your heart: You didn’t want to let him go…but you had to.

Your mind was made up.

What you didn’t see was Sami shaking his head and turning around to head back into the bar. He didn’t make it far, because standing outside the door was his brother.

“Is there something you need to tell me, Sami?”

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Sleep didn’t come easy to you that night. Every time you closed your eyes, all you saw were flashes of Rami. You tried to find the strength to fight each of them away. But there was one that continued finding its way to the forefront:

Lately, you felt his career shoving you to the side. It didn’t come all at once, but the pieces began to add up.

Late night shoots, missed date nights, empty and broken promises.

On those late shoots, Rami was replaced with a pillow. It was a poor substitute, but you clung to it anyway. You would often find him sleeping on the couch the next morning and he always made the excuse he didn’t want to wake you. But you knew it was more. He was pushing you away. You refused to believe this was the end and so you let it go on and on.

You were only delaying the inevitable, but you couldn’t let go. Just like that pillow, you clung to denial. It was better than facing the truth. Rami’s pushing you away was your reality you just couldn’t accept.

Then one night you finally pushed back. If he wouldn’t fight for this relationship, you sure as hell would. Confronting him was the only option you had left. This push led to an explosive argument and a final slamming of the door to you what you and Rami had.

He left you alone, wondering what the hell you did wrong and how else you could’ve fixed it.

But the decision had been made tonight and there would be no turning back. You were finally ready to let go of Rami. It was your turn to slam the door shut and leave him behind.

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You didn’t realize you fell asleep until you were awoken by a banging on your door. According to your clock it was two in the morning. Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffled your way to door, the darkness causing you to run into the kitchen table along the way.

As expletives left your mouth and your hand rubbed a possible bruise on your leg tomorrow, you switched on the hallway light and opened the door. Your mouth dropped as you looked at the late-night visitor currently standing at your door. Even though he was shrouded in shadows of darkness, his eyes were unmistakable.

“Rami?”

“Can I come in, Y/N?”

You nodded your head and ushered him in. You shut the door and turned to him.

As light from the living room encompassed him, you saw something you didn’t expect. His look earlier at the bar contrasted with what was the person currently standing before you. His previous flawless, coiffed curls were now disheveled. Bloodshot eyes. A tear stained face. You’ve seen Rami upset before, but this time was different.

“Rami, why, what, what are you doing here? Are you ok? You look like hell.”

“Is it really too late?”

You continued looking at him, completely thrown off by his question. “Well, it’s two in the morning and I was asleep, so I would say it’s probably…”

He looked up at you. “No, Y/N. I mean, am I too late?”

“Rami, what the hell are you talking about?”

“I know what you said to Sami.”

“Oh my God, I’m going to kill him. He promised me…”

“He didn’t tell me anything Y/N. After he had been gone for a few minutes, I started to worry and went looking for him. Well, for you actually. I overheard your conversation and when I confronted him, he said I needed to talk to you. So, tell me Y/N, are you still in love with me?”

You took a deep breath. You couldn’t believe you were going to have this conversation again tonight.

“Rami it was the alcohol. I had too much to drink. I’ve been single for a long time and sometimes I just miss being in a…a… relationship. Alcohol heightens… it heightens emotions.” You began verbally stumbling, picking up and trying to hold on to any words that came across your mind to form some sort of coherent sentence.

Rami wasn’t buying any of it. But that didn’t mean you were going to give up. “They were just…just drunken, desperate words. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Liar.”

And with that, he pulled you flush against his body. Feeling his lips begin to move against yours, you gave in. But as you gave in to him, your late-night memories came flooding back. You broke the kiss and pushed him away.

“Why did you leave me, Rami? How could you walk away from us?”

“Y/N, I…”

You didn’t allow him to finish. You threw every heartbreaking memory at him. You didn’t hold anything back.

“I gave everything to you Rami. To us. I spent months tearing myself down wondering what I did wrong. You broke my fucking heart!”

He didn’t say anything. Tears fell from his eyes and his breath hitched as he took in what you were you saying. He knew he hurt you, but he never realized how deep the pain went.

“Y/N, Those nights you went to bed alone, I would come in and touch your cheek and tell you how much I loved you and how I sorry I was for putting you through this. I slept on the couch, because I couldn’t stand to look at you and see what I was doing to you. How much I was hurting you. I couldn’t stand doing those things. Putting my selfish needs before yours. I was putting my career first and I knew what I was doing was destroying us. Destroying you. So, I thought it would be easier to let you move on. You deserved better, Y/N. And I knew I didn’t deserve you.”

“Rami, why couldn’t you just tell me?”

He placed his hand on your face and began to stroke your cheek.

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Y/N. I love you. I’ve never stopped loving you. Walking out the door and breaking your heart was the worst mistake I’ve ever made. I’ve regretted it for so long. I’m so sorry for hurting you Y/N. God, I’m so sorry.”

Your knees were weak, you couldn’t breathe, and your mind was going in all different directions. This was what you longed for since the moment Rami walked out the door five years ago. For Rami to come swooping in and confess himself with those exact words: “I love you.” and “I’m sorry.”

Rami closed his eyes and when he finally looked at you again, he continued. “I’ll ask one more time and I will accept any answer you give me.”

He took a deep breath and locked his eyes with yours. “Y/N, are you still in love with me?”

“Yes.” And with that, you pressed his lips against yours. Every emotion you had for Rami, was put into that kiss. Forgiveness. Love. Passion.

He pulled away, but you spoke first. “Bedroom.”

Rami picked you up and instinctively you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you into your room. Your lips never broke apart. And as soon as he set you down, your hands were all over each other.

Then he stopped and gently ran his thumb down the curve of your cheek. “You’re so beautiful”, he whispered.

You moved away from him and lifted your arms above your head and Rami knew it was his signal to remove it. Before your shirt even hit the floor, his hands and mouth were on your breasts. You let out gasp as his mouth found your nipple and gave a gentle suck to each one.

He knelt to the floor and you felt your shorts and underwear being pulled down and released from your body. As his mouth and fingers found your center, he could feel how you were ready for him. “You’re so wet for me.”

All you could do was moan a simple “always”. Your whole body began to shake as two fingers entered you and started pumping in and out. The only thing keeping you on solid ground, was your tight grasp on his curls.

Rami could feel the weakness in your legs. “Lay down for me, Y/N.”

You didn’t think twice. This was what you wanted. Your body craved him.

Rami removed his clothes piece by piece, his eyes never let go of yours. As he pulled down his boxer briefs, you could see how he was ready for you. The bed began to dip when he crawled to where your trembling and aching body was waiting for him.

A sound escaped your mouth when his lips found their way to your core and Rami began sucking on your clit. Your body was already shaking as he lapped at your juices. As you latched onto his dark curls, you heard deep moans escape his lips, which drove you harder and faster toward your release. And there you were: back arched, loud pants escaping your mouth, head thrown back in pleasure.

As he pumped two fingers in and out of you, you heard: “So beautiful like this. Come on baby…” Rami’s fingers began pumping faster and faster. “Cum for me…now.”

Your body immediately let go and exploded into an earth-shattering orgasm.

Rami sat up on his haunches and watched you as you came back down. “God, you’re so breathtaking.”

You didn’t need to ask if he was ready. You grabbed his face and pulled it towards you until his lips connected to yours. You began begging for him. “Rami, please. I need you in me, now.” He barely had time to blink and then your right hand reached for his hardened, leaking cock and guided it to your entrance.

As he entered you in one thrust, an explosive cry permeated the room.

He began moving slowly in and out of you, savoring the feeling of finally being inside of you. “You feel so damn good. So tight…so perfect…”

But for you, it wasn’t enough. “Please, Rami. Faster. Harder”

As he picked up speed, you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer. “Rami…”, you moaned.

“That’s it baby. Let go. I’ve got you.”

You both became lost to the euphoric desire that swallowed you whole. “Shit, Y/N. I’m gonna cum.”

You still weren’t there and a fear of him leaving you behind again overtook you. As he neared the edge, he heard your desperate appeal. “Wait for me. Rami, please. I want to cum with you. Don’t leave me.” Tears filled your eyes as you continued. “Please. Please don’t leave me again”, you sobbed.

As Rami heard your cries, he began to slow down his movements. “Y/N, ente habebite. Look at me”, he breathed. He wiped a single tear away from your cheek. “I love you. I love you so much and I promise I will never leave you again my love. I promise.”

Rami reached down and began rubbing your clit. “Cum with me baby. I’ll wait for you.”

You shouted out each other’s names as your orgasms crashed into each other.

Still inside you, he pulled you into a gentle kiss that soothed your soul and put your heart at ease.

You both came several more times before dawn broke the darkened sky. Before sleep claimed your sated, entangled bodies, your eyes met his and you saw something in them.

What you saw in his was a future with Rami that could be. That would be.

It wasn’t too late.

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Angsty Prompt with a cute ending

!TW: Insult!

You frowned when you found Safin crying in his room, and you assumed he was upset about his family, but he was actually crying because of how he’d treated you in the past; he felt horrible for everything that he’d done to you. “Why don’t you come to me when you’re upset?” You inquired, and Safin winced, turning away as he didn’t like it when you caught him crying. “You don’t have to be alone, Safin,” you stated, “I always tell you-”

“I don’t want to upset you, Y/n,” he interrupted, wiping away his tears quickly as you made to sit beside him.

“It’s upsetting me more to think about how you’re making yourself suffer alone,” you responded, and he hesitantly glanced over at you. You got an idea, and hoped that he might agree to it. “Y’know - Maybe it would be good for you to have a distraction,” you mused, “you should come home with me, meet my friends-”

“Are you stupid?” Safin interjected harshly, and you frowned, disappointed by his reaction.

“It’s not like they know who you are,” you muttered, rubbing your arm as you turned your body away from him partially.

Safin sighed, lowering his head slightly. “It’s not just that, Y/n-”

You knew what he was about to say, and you groaned. “I swear if you put yourself down again-..” Safin fell quiet, fidgeting with his hands to try and distract himself. “I don’t care what they think of you, Safin, because to me,” you began, placing your hand on his, “you are perfect.” Safin smiled weakly at you, before he hesitantly connected his lips to your’s.

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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Angsty prompt with a slightly happier (but not extremely happy) ending

!Potential TW: Mention of broken leg!

“Why are you doing this?” Safin asked, his voice weak.

You grunted, turning to face him sharply. “I’m doing this because you promised me you’d change!” You cried, and Safin frowned when he remembered.

Safin became desperate, stepping closer to you. “I - I will this time,” he claimed, “I’ll stop the operation, I swear on my own life, just please don’t leave me.”

You hesitated, before you stepped closer to him, too. “You really mean it this time?” You asked, and Safin nodded quickly, reaching for your hand, which you allowed him to hold this time. “Fine,” you concluded, “I’ll stay, but if I find out that you’re still running the-”

“I’ll be dead if I continue it,” he stated, “I swore on my own life, remember?” You nodded, before you wrapped your arms around him, hoping he meant it this time. Safin returned the hug, relieved that he hadn’t lost you.

𖧷☭𖤍

Safin’s workers had been rude to you again, but he hadn’t seen it this time, so he was unaware of it when he found you curled up on the bed, staring ahead of you. “Y/n?” Safin broke the silence, his voice full of concern for you as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you, lifting his hand to gently stroke your hair; he knew you liked it when he did. “What’s wrong, angel?” Safin inquired, and you glanced up at him for a moment, wondering if you should tell him, or not.

“It’s nothing,” you lied, but Safin didn’t believe you; he knew something was wrong.

“Tell me,” he insisted, “my angel shouldn’t be upset. Who did this to you, angel?”

You sighed, deciding to give in and tell him. “It - It was those men again,” you answered, and he scowled, remembering them from last time he caught them treating you poorly.

“You can’t listen to them, angel,” he responded, “they’re just jealous of you.”

Safin gently eased you closer to him, and you smiled weakly up at him. “I’m still surprised,” you mused, changing the subject.

“By what?” Safin inquired, curious.

“By how you aren’t who I thought you were when I first met you,” you clarified, beginning to sit up partially so you could place your hand on his left cheek, and he subconsciously leaned into your touch, “you’re caring, sweet, and sometimes you can be funny, too.”

Safin chuckled, flattered. “What was so wrong with me before I changed?” Safin questioned, though he knew that there were a few things wrong with him, and you lifted an eyebrow.

“You broke my leg once,” you reminded him, and he winced, feeling guilty again.

Safin placed his hand on your knee, rubbing it as if to apologise to your leg for breaking it before. “I’m sorry, angel,” he replied, “I should never have done that to you.”

You smiled reassuringly up at him, and he managed a faint smile back. “It’s okay,” you stated, “that’s in the past now.”

𖧷☭𖤍

You would be concerned when you found Safin looking down this time, sat in the poison garden with his head bowed slightly. “Hey,” you broke the silence, and he hesitantly looked back at you, before he looked ahead again. “Are you okay?” You asked, sitting beside him on the step.

“I’m sick of trying,” he murmured, and you glanced over at him.

“Trying to do what?” You pried, tilting your head partially.

“Forget them,” he answered, his voice weak. You frowned, placing your hand on his; you knew he was referring to his family.

“I know it’s hard,” you responded, “but the pain will ease up, I promise. I - I can’t promise that it will go completely, but - it won’t hurt as much as it once did.” Safin tried to believe you, smiling softly at you, before he wrapped his arms around you, and you returned the hug to comfort him.

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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From the summertime list, #25. Late night talks around a bonfire - drunken ramblings. Wiiiiiith hmm. Just regular Rami.

Okay this isn’t exaccctly what you asked for but this is the way the words decided to come for this piece. It gets a wee bit angsty for a second.

Word Count: 1169

Warnings: fluffy, angsty, might be a swear word or two, and some sorta sweetness. Alcohol consumption mentioned.

Laughter, fire, and lots of booze. The perfect combination on a warm summer evening with your favorite people in the world. You were in a rented beach house that was large enough to accommodate your small group of friends.

Rami was just back from London where he’d been for far too long according to him but now that the pandemic was slowing down, he felt it safe to travel back home to be with his real friends and family. While you were all still being cautious and your group was quite small, everyone was relaxed.

You’d had way too many drinks already and had been sipping on water to keep yourself from veering too far into the realm of drunkenness. You were loose but not quite sloppy, though Rami was teetering to far on the edge of drunk, which was always amusing to you.

“Sooo good to be home guys. I’ve missed it soo much.” he declares, noticeably trying hard not to slur his words.

“We’ve missed you too Rami. Was hard to try and catch up with you while you were away,” you laughed, before taking a sip of water.

“I knoooowwwww.”

“I hated being away from all of you for so long. When I went to London in preparation for Bond, I didn’t think that I’d get trapped there for so damn long. I wanted to go home but I didn’t want to get sick.”

“That’s okay Ram- we are glad you’re back now.”

He stopped talking and leaned back in his chair, he was so still and quiet that you thought maybe he’d drunkenly fallen asleep. It was getting late and most everyone else had gone to bed. You slip out of your chair, prepared to wake him up to guide him to bed when his voice came from out of nowhere, quiet but his words clear.

“The stars sure are pretty tonight. Your hair looks really pretty in the light of the fire. I missed you,” he rambled, though you were fairly certain thoughts were just being verbalized in real-time. Thanks to the alcohol he was just speaking his mind.

You just smiled, took another sip of your water before handing him a fresh bottle that you’d brought out with.

“Here you go ya lush. I think you need this. I’m cutting you off.”

His eyes widened and then he glared at you for a moment.

“Say it, I want to see you be brave,” attempting to challenge him into arguing his sobriety.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat for a few moments, opening and closing his mouth a few times while you just arch a brow.

“I never loved her. I’ve always loved you.”

Your mouth opened, jaw nearly hitting the floor. Those were not the words that you thought would be leaving his mouth. You were prepared for sarcastic, witty, or stupid but not this.

“You’re just drunk and saying stupid shit man, drop it.”

“No, I’m serious YN.”

“I love the sound of the ocean, don’t you?” you supply trying desperately to get him to change his line of thinking.

“I do, it’s really… soothing”

“It’s my favorite sound in the entire world. I feel like I can get lost in that noise. The gentle roar of it day or night, and when the weather is foul it becomes violent and angry.”

“It is definitely something.” he was silent for a few moments, and you end up staring into the flames of the fire that was still crackling away in front of you. “I love you.”

“Rami-don’t! We’ve been over this a million times.”

Pulling your gaze away from the fire and back towards him, you can see the flames dancing in his eyes. The weight of his stare on you making your heart hurt. You’d had your chance together years ago and you’d both failed so miserably.

“NO! I need you to hear me say this. I’ve… I’ve… Look, I had a lot of time to think about this while I was in London. Of all the people that I missed the most, it was you. The one who has been there for me through everything. The one who never let me give up. Your face haunts me at night.”

You tried to hold it back, the shock registering on your face again as a few tears escape.

“You’re drunk and you’re rambling. You think you love me but you don’t but this is what you do. You are impulsive sometimes and say shit that you don’t mean. You can’t just say shit like that to me, especially when you’re still with her!”

“NO! Listen to me. Her and I got into a massive argument right before I left. She accused me of cheating on her with you, and you and I both know that what we had was so long ago. I ended things with her before I left.”

You dropped your bottle on the small table next to the chair where it landed with a loud thump and the table wobbled before crashing onto its side. Turning on your heel you walked briskly into the house knowing that he was far too drunk to attempt to chase after you.

Reaching your room you shut the door quietly and allowed yourself to take a deep breath. His confession or declaration, whatever the hell it was, took more emotional energy to process than what you currently possess.

Stepping forward into the room you just face plant down onto the soft mattress and let out a small scream into the fluffy blanket. Rami had always been able to turn your world upside down in an instant. His impulsivity was difficult to deal with sometimes, but you’ve always gone along for the ride. Your feelings for him had not diminished in all the years that had passed since you were last together, however, you’d allowed them to settle into the comfort of friendship rather than romantic love.

So lost in your racing thoughts you didn’t hear your door open and then close but you let out a little squeak of surprise when you felt the weight of a person land nearly on top of you.

The body rolled away, but you instantly knew just from the scent of him, exactly who it was.

“Since you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine but I want to cuddle. Can we do that?”

Turning your head towards the sound of his voice you let out another squeak of surprise as you realize that your face is only an inch from his. His smile was bright and warm definitely aided by alcohol but you weakly smile back.

“Fine,” you huff out sounding more irritated than you intended but you don’t think he noticed.

His arms wrap themselves around you and pull you tight to him. You were losing your resolve to not try and kiss him. His eyes close and he looks so content that the intrusive thoughts about love began to invade your brain again.

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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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You and Rami are fuck buddies. You both are at a Hollywood party and Rami gets jealous when he sees another celeb ask you out. Hardcore angst ensures. (Rami banging on your door in the middle of the night for bonus points lol)

Third person POV for a change 🖤

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Her sweet laughter trilled through the air, normally like the refrain of Rami’s favorite song, but tonight, it was like an arrow that shot straight through his gut.

His grip tightened around the expensive glass that held his whiskey sour, a few drops of it sloshing over his fingers.

Rami watched her laugh again, his eyes staring as she leaned into a handsome actor who was much taller, much younger, and much whiter than him.

He brought his drink to his lips, savoring the alcohol as it washed over his tongue, knowing he’d need at least five more before he could ever forget the way she just touched handsome’s bicep. She used to touch Rami like that at these kind of parties, used to lean into him, her laughter a breath that ghosted along the shell of his ear.

Rami knew he had never defined his relationship with the beautiful woman who could turn the heads of damn near everyone in the room, and he knew he had laughed when she asked if he had wanted something more.

“Do you mind if we keep it casual? My life is just … crazy now. I don’t want to force you into that kind of chaos.”

“I understand, Ram. And I appreciate that—I really do. You know I love being with you, right?” she asked as she sat on his lap while his hands kneaded the flesh of her ass.

“I do know that,” Rami said in a raspy, whisper-soft voice as she lowered her lips to his, kissing him with heat, with unabashed need.

They were a sight to behold as they writhed together on Rami’s sofa that afternoon. Insatiable, starved for one another as they fucked again and again.

Rami thought he could love her, just like this, without getting too close.

She thought she could love him, just like this, without getting too close.

Buried under the covers, she was fast asleep so the pounding on her door had morphed into thunder and she was running, running for cover as the claps came faster and faster and—

Blinking awake, she quickly realized that it wasn’t thunder.

Someone was pounding on her door.

Reaching for her phone, she saw she had five missed calls and an infinite number of missed texts from Rami.

*Bam*

“Open the fucking door!”

*Bam*

She rushed out of bed, praying to all the gods the neighbors weren’t awoken by Rami’s incessant banging.

“Rami—what the hell?”

“Is he here?” he slurred, his wild eyes, even bigger than usual, roving over her still-dark apartment.

“Is who here?”

“Him,” he spat out. “Mr. Sexy, Muscull-Musecul-MUSCLEY, White n’ Bright?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Rami? You’re wasted,” she said, a look of disgust creeping over her pretty face.

“The guy you were all over at the party tonight,” he bit back as he walked into her bedroom and yanked the covers back, searching for a man who had never been there.

“Still warm!” he yelled as he touched the sheets before he stumbled into the bathroom and yanked the shower door open.

“Because I was asleep in my bed, peacefully, I might add!” she shouted as she gave up on following him and flopped back into bed.

Rami appeared in the doorway of the bathroom, framed by the light. His eyes were bloodshot, his shirt stained, which was no surprise, and his hair was messy, as if he’d been running his hands through it for an hour.

“Are you quite done?” she asked, laying her phone back on her nightstand.

“He’s … not anything like me,” Rami mumbled, gripping both sides of the doorframe to stay upright.

“No, he isn’t.”

“That whatchu want—someone mainstream?”

“Rami, I want you. Quit being an overdramatic dick, take off your disgusting clothes, and come to bed,” she said as she scooched over and made room for him.

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

“Forgot to check the closet.”

She sighed and rolled over, listening as he struggled out of his clothes, two loud thuds telling her that he was having a very hard time.

After much longer than it should have taken, Rami stumbled into her bed, his cold fingers sliding over the bare skin of her arm.

“I hate this,” he mumbled.

“Hate what?”

“Wonderin’ if you’re here with someone else.”

“Do you want to be exclusive, Ram?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Poof! We are exclusive,” she said as she raised her arm in the air before letting it fall again.

“Pooooof,” he whispered as he snuggled into her back, his open mouth emitting a soft snore no less than a minute later.

She wondered just what she’d signed up for, but it didn’t stop her from grinning as she brought his fingers to her lips and pressed a kiss to them, silently chuckling as she tasted the remnants of a whiskey sour.

#somber sunday #rami malek #Rami Malek x reader #female reader #Rami Malek angst #also fluff in this one

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borhap-au · 4 years

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Argument. Rami Malek x reader.

From the very beginning this relationship hasn’t been a calm one. After Rami and Lucy split up, a big part of his fandom was angry about it, ready to blame anyone who came in their way. Unfortunately for you, you became their victim. You were around Rami for some time, but never thought he could actually get interested in you. You were... an assistant of an assistant, actually. Your job wasn’t a very important one, but at least you got a chance to meet some stars. And of course to be around Rami from time to time.

You weren’t that vicious femme fatale that some people wanted to see in you. You didn’t come between Rami and Lucy, actually, when he started giving you more attention, they were already all done. Even despite the fact he was single, you still didn’t flirt back. Not because you weren’t interested, but simply because you were too shy. You thought he was joking and you didn’t want to make a fool out of yourself. But he was being serious and he didn’t give up. Eventually, he got your number. There was a first date, second date... When you finally decided to be together, you still tried to keep your relationship private from the press. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. And after the papers, there came the internet. And all of his fans had an opinion about you.

You deleted all of your social media, but even that wasn’t enough. Every now and then some mean comments got to you and Rami. It didn’t make things easier in your relationship, on the contrary. There was always a hidden tension, ready to explode. You knew finally you’ll tell each other what you both thought about all this. It was a matter of time.

It started with him not showing up to his birthday party you were planning for weeks, because he had to stay abroad to film. Then there was your anniversary he totally forgot about, because he was tired, again because of work. He just thought it was next week and slept throughout most of that day because he tried to recover from shooting intense scenes. Joe was aware of what was going on between you two and made sure Rami will remember about your birthday, but your boyfriend also promised you a trip to Greece you were very excited about. Unfortunately, a few days before it, he told you that another thing poped out and he just won’t be able to go.

“If you want to, you can still go. There are two tickets. You can take a friend with you, that’s not a bad thing either, is it?” he smiled, trying to make the situation better. He was getting ready for work and didn’t have much time for arguments.

“You know, Rami, the only difference is, I see my friends all the time. We spend most of our time together, but how would you know, since you’re never home? It’s you I wanted to go on vacation with. I haven’t seen you in ages. We live in the same flat and it feels like it’s a long-distance relationship. I never see you anymore. We don’t date. We don’t make love. Fuck, we don’t even talk!” he sighed quietly.

“I know, and I’m not happy about it either. But it’s the job, it’s been killing me-”

“So if it kills you, why would you want to continue doing it?” you put your hands on your hips.

“Because someone has to pay the bills.”

“Oh, but we could pay the bills just fine if we had a smaller flat. You’re just used to this luxurious life. You like the splendor and all those people looking at you envying you.”

“You didn’t seem to mind it when I spent money on your shoes and your jewellery.”

“Oh, you- You asshole.” that was the moment you really had enough. You were mad at him for saying that. Maybe you weren’t a rich person, but you were a proud one. You never asked anyone for money, didn’t want to be anyone’s sugar baby. You paid for your clothes and other things, Rami just liked giving you presents, despite the fact you never asked for anything. Therefore it really pissed you off that he mentioned something like that.

“I thought we talked about it already. I thought you understood what dating an actor means.”

“Dating an actor, yes, not dating an asshole.”

“You still don’t get it. Not even a little bit. It was so much easier dating Lucy, actresses just understand-”

“You did not just say that. You did not-” your eyes immediately got filled with tears. He saw that and tried to hold your hand to calm you down, but you didn’t let him. You fastly walked past him and got out of the house. He wanted to run after you, but he got a call from work saying he has to be there asap, because being late is not tolerated. He sighed and promised himself that he will apologize after he comes back.

After work they usually went for a drink, just to relax a bit after work, but this time Rami declined his co-stars offer and went straight home, only stopping to buy you flowers on the way back. He got home and immediately wanted to go to you and apologize, when he heard you talking.

“I know you would like to go to Greece with me, but I don’t think we should. It’s his money, and if he thinks I’m a parasite living off his money, then I shall prove him wrong.” a moment of silence. “Connected? Me and him? Apparently by money. No guy that loves a girl tells her things like this, keeps on forgetting or postponing their plans and is never present. I think it’s simple. I mean no, it’s hard. It’s difficult as fuck even to admit it, but it’s obvious what’s going on. There is nothing connecting us anymore apart of the flat and the status we have in the press. He doesn’t-” a little quiet sigh and you continued, unwilling to admit that even to yourself. “I think he doesn’t love me anymore.”

Rami was shocked. Sure, because of the success of Mr Robot and Bohemian Rhapsody his career escalated quickly, and he didn’t have nearly as much free time as before, but it didn’t mean his feelings toward you changed. He didn’t want to be with anyone but you and he was really happy. Actually, he admired you for sticking so long with someone who’s always gone. He loved you for how patient and understanding you were. He would never suspect what you showed him wasn’t the truth. That was the moment he understood he should’ve paid more attention to you and show you more love. The only thing was... It was probably too late.

“What do you mean how do I feel? I feel the same as I did. Of course I missed him terribly when he was gone, but I was always happy to have him back. I love him. There is no one else I imagine being with right now and I know there will be a long way recovering from a broken heart, but I think we both know what happens now.” a quick break and you started again. “It doesn’t matter what I really want. If it was about what I want, he would be here, with me, always. I don’t see any chances for this relationship anymore. I think this is it. When he comes back, I’ll just tell him I’m breaking up with-” you stopped when you heard a little sob coming from another room. Your heart stopped at the thought he heard your entire conversation. You never wanted him to hear it like this, over the phone with somebody else. “I- I gotta go. Talk to you later, ‘kay?” you hanged up. Slowly, so you can figure out what to say on the way, you stood up and went to the other room.

Rami was sitting on the floor, his face hidden in his hands. He was crying. You spotted colorful roses laying on the floor near him. It was almost an aesthetic view, if you forgot about the part that your heart was breaking into million pieces.

You sat on the floor next to him and hugged him tightly. For two or more minutes he didn’t move at all. When he calmed down a little and fastly wiped his tears, he rose his eyes on you. You looked at him, also crying. He pressed his cheek to your chest, hugging you tightly, as if it was the one last time. You pet his head.

“Is there really no chance for us?” he tried to say, but his voice cracked.

“Perhaps... I was too quick with my judgement.” you whispered regretting every single word you said.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/N. I really care for you. I never met anyone like you before, you are just so special to me. I love you. I do, I really do. You may not believe it, I wouldn’t be surprised. I acted like a dick towards you. Now I see it clearly. I wasn’t here for you when you needed me, actually, I wasn’t here at all. We were drifting apart from each other for a really long time now. Wish I could see it before. I would try to safe it. If given even a little chance, I would try my best for you. I promise.”

You looked at him crying. You didn’t think you’ll ever forgive yourself for breaking his heart. You wished you heard him coming. You wished you were in a different room, somewhere where he couldn’t hear you saying all that. Or if he just came back home before you called your friend. You couldn’t look him in the eyes anymore. You knew you screwed up. Badly. And all you wanted to do was to take it all back.

“Rami-”

“If there was the slightest chance, even a little one, that you could, perhaps, ever give me a second chance... Please. Please, I promise you, I will do anything I can. I will even set the Hollywood sign on fire if that can bring us back together. Please. I’m begging you. I can’t do it without you. I don’t want to do it without you-”

“Rami, baby, please. Shhh” you cupped his face in your hands and kissed his forehead. “Shhh. I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying.”

“You mean it?” he looked at you wiping his tears. Then he wiped yours when you nodded your head.

“I am. I’m staying.” he hugged you tightly.

“I thought I lost you forever, babygirl.”

“You almost did, Rami. You are such a good actor I believed you don’t care for me anymore. That you don’t need me, don’t need anyone. But now I see how you really feel. I’m sure again that you love me and it means the world to me. I just needed your attention and a little reassurance. I thought I’m losing you and now you see how bad that feels. But we will be stronger after this. Let’s just stop pretending everything’s alright when it clearly isn’t.”

“Let’s just start saying that. ‘I need attention.’ I’m sure it’s gonna make things much easier for us.”

“We will.” you nodded, smiling and petting his cheek.

“Go with me.”

“Hmm?” you raised your brow.

“Go with me on the press tour around Europe. It’s a trip. We can have fun. I promise not to overwork myself so we can go sightseeing. Please?” you smiled and hugged him tightly.

“I’d love to.” he smiled to you and softly kissed your lips. You immediately kissed him back.

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