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Operation: Cabin Fever (Ahkmenrah x Reader)

Summary: After Ahk starts feeling a little down from almost never leaving the museum, you’re inspired to come up with your most risky plan yet.

Word Count: 5.7k (this could be NATM 4 in itself jfc it’s so long, I’m so sorry)

Warnings: no real warnings, but Larry’s pizza falls on the floor

A/N: So i just realized after going through my masterlist that even though I have a handful of Ahk hcs, i’ve never done a full-ass fic for him before??? THIS IS THE FIRST ONE?!? So that makes me even more excited to post this?!?!?! :D

I also got so invested in this to the point of making a playlist to listen to while you read!! if that’s your sort of thing of course :)

Stay Alive -- Jose Gonzalez

Bones -- Michael Kiwanuka

Blue Spotted Tail -- Fleet Foxes

‘Tis Autumn -- Nat King Cole

Everybody Loves Somebody -- Dean Martin

If you don’t feel like listening to the whole thing, at least listen to the first two, I think they capture the vibe really nicely (and i may or may not have teared up a bit while listening to them as i wrote this oopsies)

Enjoy, my loves! <3

You knew something was wrong when you showed up at the museum and Ahkmenrah was nowhere in sight.

That wasn’t like him at all. He almost always was waiting in the main entrance, the smile on his face like sunshine as he ran to greet you with a tender kiss.

You looked around, glancing from side to side, almost expecting Ahk to be hiding somewhere in preparation to scare you.

But then you frowned. You knew Ahk was mischievous at times, but he had never, and would never, do anything that would make you worry like this.

“Hey, Larry?” You called out, frowning as you quickened your pace through the main hall. “Larry!”

The night guard stepped out of the break room at the sound of your voice, Dexter perched on his shoulder.

“Hey, Y/N!” Larry called out, beckoning you over with a friendly wave. You heard Dexter chitter some sort of monkey ‘hello’ to you. “You’re just in time, I ordered pizza again!”

“Thanks,” You replied quickly as you approached. “I’m not really hungry right now, but maybe later.”

Larry frowned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you turn down pizza so fast, what’s wrong?”

“Have you seen Ahk?” You asked, your voice filled with worry. “He’s normally here to meet me by the time I show up, and I was even late getting here today, but he’s nowhere in sight.”

“Now that you mention it Y/N, you’re right, that is a little weird.” Larry mumbled, half to himself and half to you. “Normally Ahk comes running from his exhibit whenever there’s pizza... he’d never turn it down.”

“Do you know where he’d be? You didn’t see him leave, did you?”

Larry frowned, shaking his head. “He wouldn’t do that, I don’t think. Check his exhibit first, and let me know if you don’t find him.”

“Okay,” you answered, already making your way down the hall. “Thanks, Larry!”

“Bring him over for pizza when you find him!” Larry called out behind you. You could just barely hear Dexter as he chittered along in agreement.

You raced down the hall until you reached Ahk’s exhibit. Nothing seemed out of order as you walked in — the Anubis guards bowed to you ever so slightly as you passed them. Even though they knew you better than anyone else in the museum, and they’d never hurt you, Ahk’s guards still terrified you sometimes.

“Is Ahk here?” you asked one of them, craning your neck as far back as you could, attempting to make eye contact.

The guard nodded, gesturing silently to the back corner of Ahk’s exhibit. Sighing with relief, you quickly bowed to show your thanks and raced over to Ahk’s sarcophagus.

Your beloved pharaoh was slumped down on the floor, arms crossed over his middle as he gazed tiredly at the floor. When he heard the echoes of your footsteps approaching, you caught him quickly look up, startled like a wild animal. When he realized it was you, Ahk resumed his previous slump of a position.

“Hey,” You greeted him, setting your bag down on the stone floor as you plunked yourself down beside him. “Everything okay? What’s going on?”

Ahk glanced at you, an appreciative smile gracing his features as he caressed your cheek gently.

“I’m just fine, Y/N.” He sighed, gazing into your eyes deeply before looking back down at the floor. “Really, I am.”

You raised your eyebrows doubtfully. “Larry ordered pizza…”

No response.

“…And I noticed on my way here that the janitor put fresh bags of Cheetos in the vending machines earlier today. Want to go raid them all like last week?”

“I’m not hungry,” Your boyfriend dismissed your idea with a limp wave of his hand. You shuffled closer, looping an arm around Ahk’s shoulders and pulling him in close to you.

“That doesn’t sound anything like you.” You commented with a sad smile. “You’d already be running to the vending machine before I’d even say the word ‘Cheetos’.”

Ahk simply sighed, and he slowly leaned over until his head was resting gently on your shoulder.

“You can tell me anything, Ahk,” You whispered softly. “Really. What’s going on?”

“Sometimes…” Ahk began tiredly. He reached over and took your hand gently in his. “…I feel as though I may have been better off without the tablet.”

You frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Look at the life I live, Y/N.” Ahk sighed, gesturing halfheartedly at his exhibit. “I can only see you at night. We only spend time here. You tell me stories all the time of all the wonderful things that happen in New York during the day, and I cannot experience any of them.”

You could almost feel your heart breaking as you listened to your boyfriend’s words. You wanted nothing more than to take him on a roadtrip, camping, even just a day trip to Long Island. But the tablet wouldn’t let you two do those things together.

“I have not left the museum in a very long time,” Ahk continued sadly. “It has begun to feel like a prison more than a second chance at life. Sometimes… sometimes I feel I would rather die once more and never wake again.”

You sighed, placing a kiss to the top of Ahk’s head gently. His words kept replaying over and over in your mind, making your heart feel like a heavy piece of metal in your chest.

“Don’t say that,” you scolded him gently, looping both of your arms around him in a hug. “Ahkmenrah, please don’t say that.”

“And why not?” The look he gave you was heartbreaking. His eyes were glassy with tears that threatened to fall at any moment. “You rarely sleep anymore, Y/N. You visit me when you should be asleep. And I have not seen Ra’s sunlight in centuries. The tablet’s magic has become more of a burden to both of us than a blessing.”

“But Ahk, being with you has been the best adventure of my life. Sure I have to take break room naps every now and then, but I wouldn’t trade any of it for the world.” You answered, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “You might hate the tablet right now, but I’m telling you — it’s given me the greatest gift of my life.”

“And what is that?” Ahk asked doubtfully. You couldn’t hold in your giggles.

“You, you goose!” You slapped his arm playfully. “What did you think I was going to say, the Easter Island Head?”

Your question earned a smile from your boyfriend. You ruffled his hair gently.

“Wait here,” You said, reluctantly untangling yourself from Ahk’s embrace as you pushed yourself up off the ground. “I’m going to pull some strings and see what we can do.”

“About what?” Ahk asked, mirroring your movements as he stood up as well. He started towards you anxiously.

“It’s a surprise!” You smirked. “But it’ll make you feel a bit better, I promise. Just… sit down! Don’t follow me. You can’t know about this… yet.”

Ahk sighed with a nod. “Alright.”

“I’ll be back!” You called out, dashing out of his exhibit so fast, you almost crashed into one of the cavemen hobbling by.

“Larry!” You called out breathlessly. “Larry! I need your help!”

At the urgency in your voice, Larry and Teddy emerged from the break room and ran over, their faces full of concern. They each held a pizza slice in hand.

“What’s wrong?” Larry demanded worriedly. “Where’s Ahk?”

“He’s fine,” You dismissed with a wave of your hand. “He’s over in his exhibit, like you said. Ahk’s got… cabin fever.”

Larry widened his eyes in disbelief. “Cabin fever?”

“He’s just having a bit of a hard time dealing with always being stuck here in the museum.” You explained quickly. “Listen, I have an idea, I need your help.”

“Yeah, anything, what is it?” Larry asked. He seemed to have forgotten about the half eaten pizza slice in his hand.

“Ahk was telling me he’s never really seen the day in a long time, and we obviously know why…” You began. Teddy took a bite of his pizza as he listened intently.

“…So I need you to confirm something for me. The tablet only activates at sunrise and sunset, right?”

“That’s right,” Teddy nodded. “Y/N, certainly you knew that already-”

“That’s my point!” You exclaimed excitedly. “I can take Ahk out to catch the start of dawn, and be back here in time for sunrise!”

Teddy and Larry were silent. They shared stunned glances as they gaped at each other.

“Absolutely not.” Larry declared, cursing a moment later as a large portion of his pizza toppings fell to the floor. “Dammit, that was the last slice of Hawaiian— look, Y/N, I know you and Ahk are a… thing… and I know how much he means to you, but I can’t let you take him out that early… I mean late… I mean… you know what I mean.”

“What about sunset?” Teddy offered with a hopeful smile. “Immediately after we all come back to life!”

You shook your head. “Ahk has seen the sunset before.” You replied, an edge of disappointment in your voice. “And by the time we get him changed into normal clothes and get outside, it’s already dark.”

Larry shrugged sadly. “Look kiddo, I think it’s really nice that you want to go to this length to help Ahk, but you have to realize how dangerous this is.”

Teddy nodded along with Larry in agreement. “Lawrence has a point, my friend. Ahkmenrah is the only living being in this exhibit. We don’t know what would happen if we lose him. We could lose the tablet, too.”

You sighed in defeat, gazing sadly at the pieces of ham and pineapple from Larry’s pizza that were lying on the floor.

“Besides,” Teddy added, touching your shoulder gently. “If things went wrong, you would suffer a great loss, Y/N. If something happened that wasn’t according to plan… you’d never see Ahkmenrah ever again. The tablet won’t be able to reverse that.”

“But I’d have it under control,” you protested weakly. “I’d set alarms on my phone, I’d have all of Ahk’s stuff ready to go for when we get back, I’d leave plenty of time.”

“Sorry, kid.” Larry shook his head, taking one final bite of his pizza. “I won’t allow it.”

“But-”

“No is no, Y/N. It’s just too risky. Teddy?”

“Yes, Lawrence?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Keep an eye on this one for me. Make sure she doesn’t leave the museum.”

“Larry!” You protested, your eyes wide at his request. “I’m not a child!”

“I know,” Larry replied, shrugging as he made his way back to the break room. “But I’m just taking precautions! Better hurry if you want pizza — it’s almost gone.”

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. You had to come up with a plan B, and fast.

To your surprise, Plan B came to you less than 24 hours later, in the form of Larry’s son Nicky. As soon as he walked in the doors of the museum that night, dressed in a similar hoodie and sweatpants like the ones you gave Ahk to wear outside on occasional evenings, you had your idea.

“Nicky!” You hissed, grabbing his arm and dragging him around a corner before anyone else could see. He yelped in surprise.

“Hey, what the hell-” You cut him off, shushing him harshly.

“I need your help,” You whispered. Nicky frowned.

“Oh no, last time I helped you I ended up babysitting Dexter for three hours while you and Ahkmenrah were up to god-knows-what in the storage closet the entire time, I’m not doing that again.”

“You won’t be babysitting Dexter.” You replied, rolling your eyes. “This’ll be easy, you’ll just have to sit there and… do whatever it is you do.”

Nicky narrowed his eyes. “Alright, where’s the catch?” He demanded.

“I’m trying to sneak Ahk out to catch the moments just before sunrise.” You explained quietly. Nicky let out a loud whoop, and you almost had to cover his mouth with your hand to keep him from giving you two away. The last thing you wanted was Teddy coming over to ask what you were up to.

“Watching a sunrise?” He asked, a mocking tone edging its way into his voice. “Is this another stupid ‘aesthetic date’ right off of Pinterest or something?”

“Oh shut up,” you grumbled with a sigh. “Look, Larry won’t let me leave the museum, he thinks it’s a bad idea-”

“I’m with Dad on this one,” Nicky interrupted with a smirk. “That’s so lame.”

“Nicky!”

“Okay, okay… sorry.”

“He’s getting Teddy to follow me around almost everywhere.” You added quickly, glancing behind you nervously to make sure the wax president wasn’t lurking somewhere nearby. “I need a decoy.”

“Oh,” Nicky smiled as he pieced together your plan. “You want me to be Ahkmenrah?”

“Exactly!” You exclaimed, beaming. You were thrilled that he understood.

“No thanks.”

“What!? Why?”

Nicky rolled his eyes. “There’s no way you’re getting me to wear that outfit of his.”

“Oh, come on!” You protested. “All you have to do is sit in Ahk’s exhibit with your back to the entrance, you don’t even need to say anything-”

“When was the last time his clothes were washed? He’s like… hundreds of years old!” Nicky argued with you in a hushed whisper. “I don’t even think he wears underwear, does he?”

You were about to answer, when Nicky held up his hand to stop you.

“Don’t… don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”

“I’ll proofread your Ancient Egypt essay for you if you help me.” You countered with a sigh. Nicky raised his eyebrows.

“Help me with my research, and I’ll agree… on one condition.”

“Fine. What is it?”

“I’m not wearing Ahkmenrah’s clothes.”

You paused for a moment, trying to figure out how to work through Nicky’s one rule.

“Could you do me a favour then, and run back to your place to grab another pair of sweatpants and a hoodie?”

“I think I know what you’re getting at. Sure, but it’ll cost you.”

“How much?”

Nicky smirked. “You write my introduction, as well as help me with my research.”

You groaned. This boy was insufferable sometimes.

“Fine.” You mumbled. Nicky beamed.

“Great! I’ll be back in a bit.”

Nicky dashed off just in time. As soon as he ran out the door, yelling to his dad that he forgot his laptop back at his apartment, Teddy rounded the corner.

“Good evening, my friend.” He smiled at you, patting you kindly on the back. “Any plans on this wonderful night?”

You shrugged, trying your best to act normal. You were never a good liar, and you hoped Teddy wasn’t very good at picking up on lies.

“Not sure.” You said casually, throwing in a shrug for good measure. “There’s a new show that just came out on Netflix that Ahk and I might watch together.”

Teddy nodded in approval. “Is our friend feeling any better?”

“Not really,” You admitted. That wasn’t a lie, Ahk was still pretty down in the dumps. “I’m sure after a few days, he’ll be fine.”

“I think so too,” Teddy agreed with a firm nod. “Perhaps I’ll suggest another dance party to Lawrence. Ahkmenrah seems to enjoy those. I could use a good party myself, in fact.”

You couldn’t help but smile at Teddy. He had a heart of gold.

“I’d enjoy that too,” You replied, your heart beginning to race as you caught Nicky sneak back in, a backpack on his shoulders. He pointed down the hall towards Ahkmenrah’s exhibit before dashing off that same way. You had to hurry.

“Thanks, Ted. I, uh, I think I’m going to head off and visit Ahk now. See if we can make it through an entire season before sunrise, y’know?”

“Very well. Enjoy your evening, Y/N.” Teddy tipped his hat to you with a smile before continuing down the hall.

As soon as he was out of sight, you sprinted over to Ahk’s exhibit, almost tripping over your own feet as you did so. Nicky approached you quickly, Ahk right on his heels with an extremely puzzled expression on his features. To your surprise, Sacagawea stepped towards you as well.

“If you’re using decoys,” Nicky began with a smirk. “You’re going to need someone to cover for you as well.”

“Oh shit, I totally forgot.” You mumbled underneath your breath. “You’re a lifesaver, Nicky, thank you so much.”

“Does this mean you’ll write more of my essay for me?” He asked hopefully. “Absolutely not.”

Nicky gave you a harsh glare, before unzipping his backpack rushingly. He pulled out two black hoodies, and matching pairs of black sweatpants.

“Get Ahk to put these on now,” Nicky explained, shoving the clothes at you, then Ahk, who frowned even more at the black clothes in his arms. “Make sure Teddy and my Dad see he changed his clothes, and if they ask, just say he wanted to be more comfortable, I don’t know.”

“Y/N, love, what’s going on?” Ahk asked you slowly, his eyes darting from you, to the clothes, then to Nicky as he tried to piece everything together.

“It’s a surprise,” you answered simply with a smile, nudging your boyfriend playfully. He looked less than satisfied with your answer as he eyed you dubiously.

“Is it alright if I admit I’m a little afraid of your… surprise?”

You grinned at Ahk. “I’m just as terrified too, but that’s what makes it more fun. Now put those on.”

Ahk glanced nervously at you and Nicky, who nodded in agreement. Before you knew it, Ahk had already begun to untie his shendyt, right in front of all of you.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” You, Nicky, and Sacagawea all yelled at the same time. Ahk froze, looking like a deer in the headlights as he stared at you with wide eyes, completely startled.

“Ahk, not here.” You said gently, unable to suppress the giggle that began to surface.

“But you said to put them on now-”

“Normally when we say ‘get changed’,” Nicky added, his face a mask of utter terror. “It means go somewhere private, put on your clothes, and then come back.”

Ahk nodded slowly as he quickly stepped out to the bathroom just a little ways down the hall from his exhibit.

“Now,” Nicky declared, turning to you. “I already talked to Sack when you were still over with Teddy, and we’ve got a plan for you.”

“You’re going to wear your clothes until just before you leave.” Sacagawea explained gently. “Then at the last moment, you’ll put on the clothes Nicky gave you. I’ll wear yours, and Nicky and I will take your place.”

You nodded, impressed by their plan. For someone who only got wind of your idea less than an hour ago, Nicky sure knew what he was doing.

“Y/N, you’re certain you’ve got this under control?”

You were interrupted out of your thoughts by Sacagawea’s voice. She placed her hand over yours worriedly.

“It’s quite close to sunrise… you’re sure you can make it back in time?”

You took a deep breath, quickly dismissing Teddy’s words from yesterday as they entered into your mind once more.

“I can do this,” You told Sacagawea firmly. “I’m prepared — I packed music, blankets and tea to keep us warm, and I also researched exactly when sunrise is going to happen.”

“You’ll be back before then, I hope?”

You nodded. “My first alarm is set for twenty minutes before sunrise. I’ve got three more alarms set every five minutes afterwards, just in case. That’s more than enough time to run back. We’ll just be across the street.”

Sacagawea smiled, wrapping you in a firm hug, which you struggled to return because of the clothes in your arms.

“I believe you,” She said gently. “I just want you two to be safe.”

You nodded in reply, returning her smile. “We will. I promise.”

“Y/N, what exactly are we doing that involves me looking like this?”

Ahk’s voice made you turn around, and you couldn’t stop the smile that bloomed on your face.

He stood at the entrance to his exhibit awkwardly, shifting his weight from either foot as he gazed at you nervously. The hood of Nicky’s pullover was over Ahk’s head, and along with the fact that he was in all black, he looked a bit like one of the shady characters you tried your best to steer clear of on your nighttime walks to the museum.

He looked absolutely adorable.

“What do we do now?” Ahk asked you with a frown as he approached, setting his carefully-folded Egyptian robes gently into his sarcophagus. You simply smiled as you looped your arms around his neck, pulling Ahk in for a swift yet gentle kiss.

“We kill some time. Want to start season two of Gilligan’s Island?”

Nicky and Sacagawea met you two in the break room at precisely five o’clock in the morning, the pair looking almost comical as they showed up wearing nearly the exact same thing as you and Ahk.

To say you were exhausted was a major understatement. You had spent the first two hours watching Gilligan’s Island with Ahk. The two of you had re-positioned the couch so that from the entrance, you’d only be able to see the back of your heads.

You caught Teddy poke his head into the breakroom briefly once or twice, but luckily he never hung around longer than a couple of seconds. So far, everything was going perfectly according to plan.

That being said, you wanted nothing more than to take a nap, especially with Ahk settled behind you on the couch. His arms were wrapped snugly around your middle, and he felt so warm. All you wanted was to close your eyes… just for a moment.

But you couldn’t. Ahk still didn’t know about your plan, and you were afraid that you’d nap for too long and miss your chance. So instead, you kept yourself awake by playing Monopoly for the remaining two hours.

Nicky smirked at you as he took in your current position on the floor. You were lying on your stomach, staring blankly at the game board with your face smushed against your hand as you waited for Ahk to make the next move.

“Ahk, it’s not chess,” you grumbled, rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, who was staring intently at the game board as if he were trying to move the pieces with his mind. “Just roll the dice and move it already.”

“Quiet, Y/N.” Ahk shushed you as he closed his eyes, shaking the dice gently in his hands. “I intend to win this round, but I need Thoth to hear my prayers and come to my aid. He cannot hear me if you keep talking like that.”

“Someone’s competitive.”

“I hate to interrupt your game, lovebirds,” Nicky began with a laugh as he took a seat beside Ahk. Sacagawea stepped over and carefully sat down next to you. “But I believe it’s time to begin Operation Cabin Fever.”

Your eyes widened in excitement as you bolted upright, feeling a sudden surge of adrenaline run through your veins. You accidentally nudged the game board as you stood up to grab you backpack, earning a loud cry of disbelief from Ahk.

“Y/N, how dare you interrupt my prayers to the gods, I-”

“You better go,” Nicky chimed in, nodding to the door with a laugh. “Someone’s getting grumpy.”

You giggled, grabbing Ahk by the hand and racing out of the break room with him stumbling after you.

“Y/N, may I ask you something?” Ahk asked you just as you ducked behind a wall, checking quickly to make sure Larry or Teddy weren’t anywhere in sight.

“Yeah, of course.” You answered, squeezing Ahk’s hand reassuringly. He frowned at you as he tugged his hood off.

“Please, I beg of you, on behalf of all the gods that watch over us, what in Amun’s name are we doing?”

“Well…” you began, trailing off as you sprinted down the hall once more towards the receiving bay. Checking either hallway once more quickly and finding that the coast was clear, you quietly opened the door and ushered Ahk through.

“Remember how you said you hadn’t seen sunlight in centuries?” You asked, closing the door behind you as quietly as you could. Ahk’s eyes widened as his reaction closely mirrored Larry and Teddy’s from yesterday.

“Oh no,” Ahk whispered quietly, already tugging you back to the receiving door. “No, Y/N, I love you very much but I don’t believe this is a good idea.”

You sighed, closing the distance between you and Ahk as you placed you hands gently on either side of his face.

“Ahkmenrah,” You said quietly. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do.” He answered softly, bringing one of his hands up to caress yours. “I trust you with my life, Y/N.”

“Then please,” you whispered with a small smile. “Please trust me on this one, Ahk. You know I’d never hurt you.”

Ahk nodded, leaning his forehead against yours as his arms circled around your waist.

“I know.”

You kissed him quickly. Just as he began to pull you closer and recapture your lips once more, you broke off with a laugh.

“What is it?”

“You’re shaking, Ahk.”

He smiled anxiously, bringing his hands up in front of him -- they were trembling.

“Y/N, I’m afraid you’ve succeeded in terrifying a king.” Ahk mumbled matter-of-factly. You shook your head with a smile as you took his hand in yours.

“Come on, scaredy cat,” You laughed, carefully stepping down the stairs before starting your run to Central Park across the street. “We don’t have much time.”

You raced across the street, Ahk in tow, just as the indigo sky began to morph into shades of lavender and turquoise. Quickly shrugging off your backpack, you pulled out the blanket you had crammed in there, and spread it out on the ground.

“Do you need any help?” Ahk asked gently, placing his hand on your back as you dug around your bag.

“Take these,” you said with a smile, passing him two thermoses you had filled with tea. “And sit down, get comfy.”

Ahk gave you an appreciative smile and kissed your cheek before settling on the blanket, tugging your hand encouragingly to join him.

“Hang on,” You mumbled, digging around in your backpack. “I need one more thing, I know it’s in here.”

As you settled down beside your boyfriend, you pulled out a pair of earbuds, which you connected to your phone. You passed Ahk one, and he stared at it with a frown.

“What’s this?” He asked, inspecting it as if it were some sort of scientific specimen.

“You put that in your left ear,” You explained with a smile, as you put the other earbud in your right ear. “Like this, see?”

Ahk frowned, nodding, before doing the same.

As Nat King Cole began to play softly, you intertwined your fingers between Ahk’s and rested your head on his shoulder. He, in turn, leaned his head gently against yours.

“Look up,” you whispered. “Dawn is coming.”

The two of you sat together, holding matching thermoses of tea, as you watched the last of the night begin to fade away.

“Is this what you get to see… for an entire day?” Ahk asked you breathlessly. You looked over and saw his gaze entirely fixed on the pinks, blues, and purples that now filled the sky. His eyes were glassy, and as you gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, a tear slowly trailed its way down his cheek.

“You’re seeing the most beautiful part of the day,” You answered quietly, pausing to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek. “Everything else is… a little plain.”

“It’s been so long since I saw Ra prepare to rise.” He whispered, reluctantly taking his gaze off the sky to look at you. You almost started crying as well when you saw the emotion in his eyes. You had never seen someone look so entirely moved by something as simple as this.

“Nicky and Sacagawea…” Ahk continued, a little frown blooming on his face as he took a tiny sip of tea. “You got them to do all that… for me?”

You nodded, smiling at the thought of all the hectic planning you’d had to do over the last 24 hours.

“My initial idea didn’t require this much, uh, Mission Impossible-style planning,” you answered sheepishly. “But as soon as I mentioned taking you outside, and so close to sunrise too, Larry immediately put his foot down. He made Teddy my official ‘babysitter’.”

Ahk’s eyes widened, and he let out a little laugh. “Is that why Teddy kept walking by my exhibit earlier?”

You giggled. “Yes Ahk, that’s exactly why. Larry didn’t want him to let us out of his sight, in case I tried to sneak you out.”

Ahk nudged your shoulder playfully with his own. “And yet you snuck us out anyway.”

“You bet your ass I did. I wasn’t going to just sit there while you were feeling down. I had to do something to help.”

Ahk leaned forward, caressing your face tenderly as he pulled you in for a kiss. He smiled into it, before pushing you back onto the blanket. His lips moved softly against yours as he deepened the kiss, pausing only to lean his forehead against yours minutes later.

“No one has ever done anything so considerate for me, Y/N,” he whispered, placing a kiss tenderly on each of your cheeks. “Thank you. You are truly one of a kind.”

You felt your eyes prickle with happy tears at Ahk’s words. You reached up and booped his nose gently with the tip of your finger.

“I love you, Ahk.” You said simply, unable to shake the smile that bloomed on your face. He captured your lips with his own once more briefly.

“I love you more, Y/N.”

A loud ringing noise suddenly cut off the Dean Martin song that was playing from your earbuds, and you realized with a sinking feeling of utter disappointment that it was time to pack up and head back to the museum. Sunrise would be arriving soon.

“What was that?” Ahk winced, yanking his earbud out of his ear as he sat up in alarm.

“Sorry,” you apologized, pushing yourself up onto your feet and starting to shove everything back into your bag. “That’s the signal for us to go.”

The two of you packed up wordlessly, Ahk helping you speed things up by tying the blanket around his shoulders like a cape after he saw you struggling to cram it back into your backpack. Dean Martin still played through your earbuds as you raced back across the street to the museum.

“How much time is left?” Ahk called to you from over his shoulder as he yanked the receiving door back open, letting you pass through first.

“We’ve got just under ten minutes to get you back into your usual clothes!” “We’d better hurry then!”

Before you knew what was happening, Ahk had raced back over to you and picked you up, one arm supporting your back and the other under your knees. You yelped, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he sprinted down the hall. The two of you laughed excitedly, high on adrenaline to the point where Ahk almost tripped, nearly sending both of you flying down the hall.

“You two are having fun, I see.”

Ahk skidded to a halt, and you realized with horror that the two of you had run into none other than Teddy. He sat on his horse, staring amusedly down at you as you still remained in Ahkmenrah’s arms.

“Well, you see, we were j-just…” Ahk stammered, glancing at you for help. He was just as bad of a liar as you were. But to your surprise, Teddy smiled.

“If you hurry straight to your exhibit,” Teddy whispered. “I’ll pretend I never saw you. I’ll also pretend that Nicky and Sacagawea never took your place.”

“You knew?” You asked, your eyes widening in surprise. Teddy let out a hearty laugh.

“Your trick may have worked for the cavemen, but not for me.” Teddy announced proudly. “And besides, I’d recognize Sacagawea anywhere.”

You sighed, your gaze falling to the floor in disappointment.

“The important part is,” Teddy continued, a warm smile on his face as he gazed admirably at the two of you. “You made it back in time, just like you said. Now, I’m not encouraging you to do it again, but if you hurry along now… I won’t say anything to Larry.”

Your eyes widened as you grinned at Teddy. Before you knew it, Ahk was already running once more.

“Thank you Ted!” You yelled back as Ahk sped down the hall. “You’re the best!”

“Safe returns, my friends!”

You giggled with glee as the two of you made it back to Ahk’s exhibit, where he finally set you down. Dropping your backpack on the ground, you raced over to Ahk’s sarcophagus and dug out his usual clothes in order to help him change back.

Before you knew it, Ahk was whipping off his hoodie and sweatpants right in front of you, desperate to get his clothes back on in the handful of minutes you had left before sunrise.

“You know,” you began, biting your lip as your currently-shirtless boyfriend reached for his armbands. “It’s too bad we don’t have more time right now, otherwise we could’ve taken this to the storage closet again.”

In return, Ahk glared at you as he tugged his shendyt back on. “How dare you say something like that right as we have to say goodbye!”

You laughed, stepping in to kiss him goodbye quickly, before setting his crown gently on the top of his head.

“I’ll be here tomorrow, my king.” You whispered teasingly, before placing a small kiss on the shell of his ear. “As soon as sunset arrives.”

He smirked, pulling you in for one last passionate kiss before settling into his sarcophagus.

“Deal.”

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fallingprincess · 4 years

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Practise (Rami Malek x reader Oneshot)

Request: May I get a Rami x reader where the reader is new to the acting industry and she doesn’t talk to anyone on set and isolated herself and the cast thinks she’s rude but she’s just shy? I would really appreciate it and thanks for responding back :) 🖤

Warnings: There is an age gap (Reader is 19). Mentions of anxiety.

Words: 1.5k

This is a request from @1-800-sendnudesdaddy. It is my first ever request and I hope I didn’t do too poorly. Also I have never written about Rami before, but I gave it my best :)

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“Thank you, that’s it for tonight guys!” the director yelled and got up from his chair seemingly in a hurry. “See you tomorrow.”

You faltered and looked around the room, observing how all your co-actors fell into easy conversation on their way to their respective chairs to collect their belongings.

Unsure of what to do you quickly pretended to be busy with your phone, walking straight out of the room in a fast pace and towards your trailer. It wasn’t that you wouldn’t have liked talking to them, you actually had many questions. It was just the fact that they were so much older and more experienced than you were, after all this was your first actual job, if you didn’t count your school’s theater productions which you obviously didn’t. Landing this job had been a huge thing for you and you had been on edge for the past two weeks of filming. Somehow your anxiety had gotten the best of you and you felt as if you were constantly walking on eggshells.

Just as you were about to pull your shirt over your head and almost done with your internal anxiety ridden monologue, there was a knock on your trailer door.

Insecurely, you got fully dressed and then made your way to unlock the door, very surprised to find Rami of all people leaning casually against the side of your trailer, his action figure costume already swapped for jeans and a hoodie.

“Can I come in and talk to you really quick?” he asked, the tone in his voice slightly annoyed.

Shock still had the upper hand in you but you quickly moved aside to grant him entrance into your neatly cleaned trailer. Tidying up had somehow become an outlet for your nervousness in the past days.

He took a look around and then settled down on the arm rest of your small couch. “I just came to say that you don’t have to hang out with us or even like us, but it would still be nice to say goodbye and hello and stuff you know? It’s a bit rude and honestly hurting he team dynamic really.” He met your eyes directly, his eyebrows rose as he fidgeted with his rings.

“Wait what?” you exclaimed in wonder and scratched the back of your neck. You weren’t sure if you had heard correctly.

He studied you for a while longer and then sighed. “Like I said, can you at least pretend to be nice?”

You groaned, a flush already spread on your face, how had it gotten so hot in here? “I’m not trying to be rude, Rami. I am just shy and this is my first movie.” You took a deep breath as you tried to collect every tiniest bit of confidence you had in you. “You are all such great actors and it is really intimidating. I feel like the young idiot who can’t do shit.”

Rami suddenly broke into laughter after hearing those vulgar words from your mouth and shook his head. “I don’t know if what you are saying is true, but you really don’t have to be intimidated by us.”

You sighed again, seating yourself on the couch while leaving enough space between the two of you to not make it weird. “Says the guy with the Oscar at home.”

“Hey! You are still super young, nineteen right? I have been doing this for way longer. The beginning is always scary.” He scooted over so he was sitting next to you, grasping your hands into his, an honest smile spread on his lips. “You’ll be fine. And please don’t be scared to talk to us, alright? We are just normal people.”

You noticed yourself tearing up from his kind words, really grateful about his reassurance. However, you quickly swallowed your over-emotional outburst down and composed yourself. “You know, you are just such an incredible actor. And I am me. I feel like I have no idea what I am doing.”

He chuckled again, his thumbs soothingly running over the back of your hand. “As far as I can tell you are doing really great.” He patted your knee in a friendly manner and gave you another bright smile. “Would you like to come to dinner with us now?”

You nodded eagerly and he was about to get up, when you quickly pulled him back by his wrist. “Can I get another thing off my chest while we are at it?”

He watched you closely while he settled back into the cushions and motioned for you to continue. “Yes, of course. What’s up?”

You stared at the carpet in front of you to avoid looking at his face, knowing that your embarrassment would just let you stumble over your words otherwise. “So you know how next week we are shooting that kiss scene and for you this isn’t a big thing, but like I have never shot one before and I know I am really awkward about it, so I just wanted to apologize in advance I suppose?”

You still didn’t dare look up, but heard him laugh after you were done rambling. Finally brave enough to meet his sparkling eyes you noticed they were intensely fixated on you. “You are scared about having to kiss me?”

“No!” you exclaimed way too quickly for your liking and buried your face in your hands, your face glowing in all shades of red probably. “I mean.. I wouldn’t mind. You are attractive and all. Just I don’t want to make this awkward and do it wrong.”

He kept laughing whole-heartedly and you groaned. Of course he would make fun of you for acting like a little child. God, how stupid were you? Just five minutes ago you had told him you felt like you were so young and inexperienced and now you just had to act like it. Of course.

A smirk played on his lips as he stared at you. “You do know how to kiss, do you?”

“Yes.” you simply stated. Maybe you were inexperienced as an actor, but you had the real life experience figured out. Could this get any more awkward and embarrassing?

“Good.” He grinned with a wink. “For a second I thought I had to show you.”

Your eyes widened and you stared at him before you managed to compose yourself and cleared your throat. A small smile spread on your face. Since opening up to him, you had become a lot more relaxed around him, although the awkwardness still hung heavily above you like a cloud. But hey, there was no way anything could make this worse, right? “I mean it always helps to go over the basics again, doesn’t it?”

You noticed him shifting to face you, his eyes flickering from your lips to your eyes and back. “Practicing is never a bad thing.” he agreed in a whisper as he leaned further in, his nose almost touching yours.

When his warm breath hit your cheeks you smiled and a bunch of butterflies bubbled through your body in response. You had no idea what was happening, but you were enjoying every tiny fracture of a second of it.

You held your breath until he finally closed the distance, his hands running through your hair to push it out of your face, while his lips caught yours in a tender and soft kiss. You adapted to his dominating rhythm, his mouth now pressing more forcefully into you. You were not sure how it had come to this, but you could not possibly be happier about it. While you let your hands roam over his chest towards his neck, slowly ghosting over his collar bones, you wondered why you had not thought of this sooner. God, this was heavenly.

You didn’t know how long you were just sitting there, his lips not leaving yours for a second, eagerly eating you up, until voices could be heard outside of your trailer.

Out of breath, you pulled back quickly and stood up to straighten your shirt. “So, do you think I am all set for that kiss scene?” you grinned with an unknown confidence in your voice. You still couldn’t believe what had just happened. But again, you were absolutely not complaining.

“Yeah.” he smiled, his eyes a bit hazy as he made his way towards the door. “I can’t wait to shoot it next week.” He winked at you, his hand already on the door handle, his chest still falling and rising in a fast rhythm. “So dinner?”

You smiled brightly, appreciating that he really wanted to include you in the cast, and bit your bottom lip nervously. “I’ll be right there. Thank you.”

He nodded and closed the door behind him a second later. Scanning the room you just stood there, not really knowing what to do with yourself at that point, all kinds of emotions still radiating through your entire body.

Shooting this movie would apparently be a different kind of excitement as you had expected it to be.

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siempre-pedro · 5 years

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Switch With Me

Rami Malek x Reader

Summary: While Rami’s home from acting school Sami begs his twin to switch places with him on a blind date.

Word Count: 1.5k

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air of the empty Malek household. Rami who was recently back from acting school was curled up on the couch. The tv playing softly in the background while his fingers pressed on the loud keys if his laptop. He as enjoying the few hours of calm he had while his family was out and Sami was still at school.

His peace was abruptly cut off with the front door opening and the coat rack being tipped over. His eyes glance up and sees his twin frantically entering the living room, sitting down on he rolly ottoman and rolling up to him “You’re back,” Rami sighs, pressing the space key several times in annoyance.

“I need your help,” Sami pleads, slamming his hands down on his jeans.

Rami rolls his eyes as he shuts the laptop, placing it carefully at the other end of the couch. He leans back and folds his arms, his face near expressionless. Sami cups his hands and rubs them along his mouth, preparing his proposal.

“I need us to,” he pauses, his pointer finger flicking in between himself and his brother. “Switch places.” Rami’s face turns red in anger, his puffy eyes widen at his twin.

“No!” he exclaims. “Not again, I was fucking terrified to do it last time!”

Sami holds his hands out to stop him from getting up, scooting back on the ottoman “Hear me out! Rami please, I’m desperate,” he admits.

Rami bites his lip, leaning into the couch “Fine,” he grumbles through gritted teeth.

“I was set up on a blind date.”

“Now I have to go on your dates?”

“No, no, no. Ricky is some guy in my dormitory. He’s the worst matchmaker in history.” Sami cringes of the memory of many sad and terrifying stories. “One guy nearly dropped out of a class because of how bad the date was, the girl was insane.”

“Nope, if you don’t like the girl tell her politely and don’t go out again,” Rami reasons getting off the couch. Sami grabs Rami’s hand and lets him pull him around the floor as he begs.

“Ricky will my life rest of my college career a living hell if I don’t go on this date, please Rami. I’ll do anything. A-and you're an actor! This is great practice”

Rami stops, the ottoman hitting him softly on the back of the knees. There was some truth in what he was saying “If I do this. Never ask me to switch places with you again.” Sami lets out an excited grumble and stands up to excitedly give Rami a side hug, muttering how he was the best and such.

The plan was in motion. Much to Sami’s joy he coached his twin on everything, Rami only half listening, already knowing Samis dating habits. Y/N was her name and she was in Ricky’s literature class, he was Y/H/C and had Y/C/E eyes. She sounded like a nice girl, he constantly made comments that he should man up and go on the date.

“What if I don’t like her, he didn’t tell me much but she’s the exact opposite of me,” Sami would whine.

Later that night, Rami showed up at one of the many Italian restaurants downtown in a classic Sami Malek date night outfit, a black shirt, jeans, and, black shoes. He gave himself a pep talk, telling himself that it was just an acting exercise. The man cracks his neck and enters the crowded restaurant, a typical Friday night.

The room was dark, nearly completely lit with candles on the table. He nodded in satisfaction at the wine bottle chandeliers “Sir?” a deep voice calls. The smell of Italian food filled his nostrils, at least the food smells nice.

Rami turns his attention to the older man wearing a full tuxedo. He didn’t look up at Rami while he organized the velvet menus “I uh have a reservation,” he says, clearing his throat.

“Name.”

“Sami Malek,” he informs him, proud of himself for not blurting out his own name.

The host checks the large book and smiles up at the actor “Right this way sir,” he grabs a menu and leads him into the dining hall, “your date already arrived.” Rami starts to ball up his fixes and relaxing them out of nerves, he prayed he didn’t screw this up.

Rami’s led to a booth in the back of the restaurant, the woman he assumes is his dates smiles and stands. Rami gets nervous for a whole other reason. She was absolutely beautiful, her smile lights up the dimly lit room, she tucks a small lock of hair behind her ear.

“Hi,” she greets breathlessly as her eyes meet his.

“H-hi,” he says back.

The host places the menu on the table and gives them a knowing smile “I’ll leave you to it, enjoy.” The pair stands there in awkward silence as they stare at each other. She was dressed in a yellow ruffled short dress with flowy 3 quarter sleeves, her brown wedges made her slightly taller than he was, not that he minded.

“I’m Y/N,” she holds out her hand. Rami puts his hand in hers causing her to blush slightly.

“Sami,” he responds.

The date goes on, well in their minds. The conversations were casual and filled with laughter as they shared stories. Rami kept his cool as he fed her stories of his brother, by the look on her pretty face she was buying it. It was all fine until she asked deeper questions “Any siblings?” she asks, tearing apart a breadstick with her fingers.

Rami briefly froze “I have a sister and a brother. A twin,” he speaks lowly.

“A twin, that’s really cool,” she smiles as she takes a bite out of a warm breadstick. He sighs in relief that she didn’t question it, but he missed a small smirk that graced her lips.

“Y-yeah we have good times. So uh why did you agree to this?” he rubs the back of his neck.

“I knew Ricky from my lit class. He hounded me to go on a date with this guy that lived across the hall from him, that he studied Greek as was super cool. I just wanted him to stop.” Y/N laughs. Rami nods in agreement.

“I was begged,” Rami chimes in.

“I'm not disappointed, only that I believe that you’re not Sami Malek,” she smirks, leaning back into the seat.

The color in Rami’s face leaves, he felt conflicted not knowing his he was more relieved or embarrassed. His eyes shift from side to side as he leans forward “H-How did you know?”

“When Ricky described Sami I knew that we wouldn’t click, and this would be a terrible date,” she explains. She looks down at the table and the of forgotten spaghetti then back up at Rami’s gaping face “I’m actually having a really nice time and when you told me you had a twin I just figured.”

Rami places his hands on the table and looks at her sympathetically “I’m so sorry Y/N, I’m an actor and my brother thought this would be good practice for. He didn’t want to go out with you and hurt your feelings if it didn’t work out,” he rants quickly.

Y/N reaches and puts her hand over his, gently running her fingertips along his tense knuckles “If I had a twin I would’ve done the same,” she admits which makes him smile.

“My name is Rami.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Rami,” she leans back and continues eating. Rami, for the first time that night was able to relax, clearing up stories from his brothers point of view. He was able to tell her about what happened on late nights at acting school and his other failed dates, her laugh was music to his ears. Rami was enchanted by the girl whose features were enhanced by the candlelight. She would catch herself staring at him while he was focused on his dinner. Once her gaze would go back on her own plate his eyes would look up at her.

When the night was nearing the end, Rami placed his hand on the small of her back as they walked down the street to her car. Her hands were underneath her jacket, her side pressed up against his while they walked. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, his curls brushing against her forehead.

When they reach her car, he presses her back against the cool metal and places his hands on her hips “Am I moving to fast?” he questions, licking his lower lip. She shakes her hand and places one hand on the back of his neck, pressing their lips together.

When he finally pulls back she tells him “This blind date was not was I expecting.”

“I didn’t expect to switch places with my twin and go out with a really amazing person,” he chuckled.

“Can we do this again?”

Rami smiles and kisses her again “Of course,” he mumbles against her lips.

When Rami got home, he threw his jacket on the still knocked over coat hanger. His lovesick smile never leaves his face and starts to make his way up the creaking stairs. Sami runs in from the living room with an excited expression “How’d it go? Did you let her down gently?” He asks.

Rami turns his head and looks down at his twin “You wouldn't have liked her. But we’re going out tomorrow night.” Sami’s eyes widen and his mouth hangs open, Rami snickers and turns his head to leave the room and his stunned brother.

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earphonekiyouka · 5 years

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BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY WON AND IM ACTUALLY CRYING LOOK AT THESE HAPPY BOIS

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singyourheartout4-rami · 5 years

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Rami comforts you after a rough day HC

Rami x Reader

warnings: smut

Requested

You get home and collapse onto your bed.

You hear the door open and Rami comes in and lays down next to you

He listens to you vent about your obnoxious coworkers.

“I’m sorry, love.” he says as he tucks your hair behind your ears.

Rami leans in and begins to kiss you passionately. He puts his hands on your hips and pulls you closer to him.

“Y/N, no matter how bad things get, just know you can always come home to me and talk about it. I’ll always be here to listen.”

You couldn’t believe how lucky you were. You felt so comforted just by laying in his arms.

“I know what will make you feel even better though,” Rami says, his eyes dark with lust.

Rami begins to trail his tongue from your lips, down your torso and right into your clit.

You gasp, your back arching, losing yourself in Rami’s kisses.

“cum for me baby” Rami growls in your ear as he fills you up.

Those very words become your undoing.

Rami kisses your neck as you ride out your orgasm. Laying down next to you when he sees you’re finished.

You both look into each other's eyes as you catch your breath.

“Told you I’d be able to make you feel better.” Rami grins and kisses you on the cheek.

You’ve never felt luckier.

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mercurymilkshakes · 3 years

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Enchanted | Joe Mazzello

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: joe mazzello x gn! reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): idk how award shows work lmao is that warning worthy?

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: joe never had trouble feigning polite smiles while at events like these. It is a welcome relief, though, when he meets you- and doesn’t have to fake those smiles.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓(𝐒): enchanted by taylor swift

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1k

Award shows were fun for the most part. They were chances to make major connections and meet big names in whatever industry the awards were for; which, in this very particular case, was film.

Joe didn’t necessarily hate these events- more so mildly disliked them. He was an extrovert, of course, and was kind and genuine with every new person that greeted him and shook his hand- but tonight seemed particularly lonely and insincere, for no other reason than he felt as if every smile sent his way was fake and plastered on as a way to pass as polite.

That’s how people were at events such as these, and having gone to the show alone, Joe hadn’t seen a single person that he could have a genuine conversation with.

As Joe forced a laugh at another lame joke from the actor who’d attempted to strike up a chat with him, his eyes wandered among the crowd, searching for a familiar face that could be his saviour.

Then, just as he was about to give up hope on the task altogether, his eyes met yours from across the room.

He’s never met you before, he was sure he’d remember standing across from eyes like yours, but he did happen to recognize you.

You smile at him, dazzling, kind, and real.

He’s enchanted. Seeing you on the big screen could never do justice to seeing you in person, even when you were standing near the other side of the room.

You begin walking towards him, offering gentle nods and pats of the arms when you crossed paths with a friendly face.

Joe’s hands begin to shake, so he plays with the corner of the tablecloth in front of him, only mildly paying attention to the actor at his side as he stares at his plate.

He hears your voice before he meets your eyes, your tone playful and warm.

“Weren’t you that kid from Jurassic Park?” You ask, a teasing smile pulling at your lips as Joe stands to meet you.

He returned the look of mirth as he squinted and tilted his head, “Weren’t you that adult in Jurassic World?”

“Touché.”

Joe reaches out to pull out a chair for you, thanking whatever gods he could think of that his hands had calmed their nervous trembling.

He offered the seat to you, which you graciously took as Joe sat back in his own- not even bothered when he noticed the man who’d been talking at him for the past seventeen minutes had finally moved on to someone else.

You and he spoke softly, Joe chuckled at every joke and watched the way your eyes captured the reflection of the lights all around. He was enchanted by your voice, by your words- every breath you took was another wave of awe flooding his mind.

Even as the show properly started, you continued to whisper amongst yourselves- like children at the back of a classroom.

You shared stories, talked about your most recent projects, you teased and joked about dinosaurs.

Joe couldn’t remember a time he’d had so much fun at an event like this. It was relieving, like a breath of fresh air after years of being locked away. You brought out a side of him he loved, a side he couldn’t get enough of.

He was captivated.

Joe hadn’t had a single sip of the champagne they offered that night, but he felt like your presence was a better intoxicator anyway.

The night continued, the lights sparkled, the cheers were loud and electric. It was the same as any award show, but somehow the atmosphere was different. It was you, Joe knew, that was making him see it this way. It was magic.

He had been enchanted by you, and he kicked himself all the way to his car thinking about how he didn’t take the opportunity to ask you out.

Joe drove home, alone, mulling over and recalling the conversations you’d had, and the quip’s you shared.

He was still a bit red faced, he noticed, as he thought of you, and he knew your smile wouldn’t soon leave his mind.

Oh god, why hadn’t he asked for your number?

This thought didn’t leave his head. How could it? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

Joe wondered what your favourite colour was, and your favourite warm beverage. He wondered if you preferred chocolate or vanilla, cats or dogs, fries or salad.

He wondered if you loved someone. He wondered if he even had a chance with someone like you.

That night he got home and his mind was reeling at the thought of you- so much so that he didn’t even change out of his suit before laying atop his bed sheets.

Staring at the ceiling, he cursed himself yet again for not saying more, for not asking you more questions when he had the chance.

As these thoughts permeated his mind, he loosened his tie and glanced at his phone as it lit up on the mattress next to him.

Joe brought the phone to his face, ready for another scam notification from his emails or announcement that someone he followed on Instagram had posted.

Instead, his heart stopped when he read the name that had been running through his head since he left the venue earlier that night.

It was a WhatsApp message from a friend of his who was also in the business of acting- and who, as Joe could recall, had worked with you before.

‘Y/N L/N is asking me for your contact, would you mind if I sent it?’

Despite being the picture of poetic discussion in person, Rami always had been very ‘to the point’ over text.

Joe tried not to seem eager in his response of ‘Yeah, sounds good!’

For the second time that night, his hands shook as he waited- for what, he wasn’t completely sure.

Then it happened.

An unknown number appearing in his messages, a giddy greeting, another corny dinosaur joke.

Joe laughed at that, adding your name to his contacts, returning the playful banter, and thanking his lucky stars that you seemed just as enchanted by him as he had been by you.

The way I did not re read this, oop. Anyway, joe could run me over and I wouldn’t even be mad. and for that matter so could taylor swift, enchanted is such a vibe -♠️

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benismyqueen · 3 years

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HERE COMES THE SUN - PRIMERA PARTE

A/N: Es mi primera historia, así que espero que os guste, tendrá varias partes.

Podéis imaginarla con ambas versiones, tanto con Roger como con Ben (ambos son unos bebés)

¡Espero que lo disfrutéis!

Advertencias: Ninguna.

Enemies to lovers

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Los acordes de here comes the sun resuenan en el pequeño local, pero todo lo que Alina puede escuchar son las voces de armonizadas de Paul Simon y George Harrison.

It's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling

It feels like years since it's been here

Desde que vió a sus padres una mañana de domingo, cuando pensaban que sus tres hijas estaban aún dormidas, bailando en silencio en el centro del salón, casi levitando, mientras su padre cantaba esa canción en el oido de su mujer. Ambos abrazados, balanceándose de un lado al otro, con los ojos cerrados.

Alina en todo lo que podía pensar era en el amor.

Si tenía que describir el amor, ella describiría esa imagen.

El amor, 25 años de casados, tres hijas después, en una mañana de verano, abrazados, ojos cerrados, balanceos sobre la vieja moqueta que solo levanta polvo. Susurros en el oído y manos firmes sobre los brazos.

Here comes the sun

It's all right

Alina siempre guardará ese momento en el fondo de su mente.

Resopla con aire soñador, con la cabeza apoyada sobre su mano en el mostrador, mientras da leves golpes con su lápiz en el cuaderno aún vacío. Incapaz de escribir.

"¿Aún estás aquí?" Su padre aparece por la puerta que da al almacén, con una caja llena de vinilos.

Hace años, desde que era una niña, su padre arregló el viejo local del abuelo, y lo convirtió en una tienda de música.

No da mucho dinero, pero gracias a esa tienda , y el trabajo de su madre como niñera por las tardes, consiguieron salir adelante. Incluso ella y su hermana mayor Debby pudieron asistir a la universidad.

"Meddows llega tarde, otra vez."

"Bueno." Deja la pesada caja sobre el mostrador. "Algún día llegará en el momento indicado"

Padre e hija se miran a los ojos, pero antes de que pueda preguntar si esa frase va con segundas, el claxon de un coche les saca de su conversación.

"Ahí está." Alina recoge sus cosas, justo cuando toma la chaqueta y abre la puerta para salir, su padre le llama.

"Oye, di a Freddie que tengo música nueva. Están todos invitados a cenar el sábado."

La vieja furgoneta de los chicos está frente al local, le cuesta abrir la pesada puerta, pero cuando lo consigue, lo primero que ve es el perfil de Roger, con un cigarro medio consumido en sus labios. Un segundo después gira la cabeza y tira de las comisuras de sus labios en una media sonrisa.

Lleva una camisa azul a medio atar, con medio pecho al descubierto y varios collares adornando su clavícula. Incluso con las gafas de sol puede imaginar las arrugas en sus ojos al sonreír, y esa melena rubia completamente desordenada, reprime el deseo de pasar sus dedos por su pelo, y simplemente aprieta las manos, notándolas sudorosas.

Justo en ese momento suenan en su mente unos acordes.

Here comes the sun, do, dun, do, do.

Here comes the sun, and i say

It's all right

"Hola Miss Londres" Su voz disipa la melodía de su mente.

Para él resulta divertido innovar su nombre. Si están en el club, su nombre es Miss Marquee, si viajan a un pequeño pueblo al sur, es Miss Nottingham.

Y todo fue por el día que se conocieron

1970

Cuatro años antes, Alina estaba en la misma posición. En la vieja tienda de su padre, dando pequeños toques con su dedo sobre el mostrador lleno de folios con escritos y posteriores lineas tachando todo.

Está mirando como las manecillas del reloj se mueven lentamente, mientras de fondo suena alguna canción de rock que su padre puso de ambiente.

"¿Irás a ese club?" Pregunta su padre.

"He quedado con Mary"

Desde hacía varios meses frecuentaba ese club. Lo descubrió con su mejor amiga Amy. Y allí conoció a la banda Smile. La música era horrible, nunca le gustó el rock, pese a tener un padre que siempre soñó tener una banda, y vivir una vida llena de giras, conciertos y mucha música.

Siempre decía que nunca consiguió ese sueño, porque pudo cumplir otro. Casarse con la mujer de su vida, y tener tres hermosas hijas.

Debby siempre pensó que si hubiese tenido la oportunidad, hubiese elegido el rock a su familia, pero Alina no estaba tan segura. Su padre era un hombre enamorado que vivía por y para su familia, aunque ese sueño fuese una espina en su alma.

Alina era demasiado romántica para el rock. Pero un chico le llamó la atención. Una cabellera rubia que sobresalía por la batería.

Incluso cuando no era el momento de tocar, se le podía ver inquieto, incapaz de quedarse quieto. Sintiendo la música.

Con su camisa a medio atar y un cigarrillo entre sus labios. El ceño fruncido por la concentración, y las luces llamativas reflejándose en el sudor de su piel. El pelo rubio, largo, a medio camino de ser rizado o ser liso, y ese medio flequillo que molestaba sobre su frente, haciendo que cada poco tiempo tuviese que apartarlo con soplidos o con movimientos de cabeza.

Apenas era capaz de respirar correctamente si lo miraba, pero era algo hipnótico.

La manera en la que movía las baquetas entre sus dedos, o como golpeaba con fuerza la batería, haciendo que se le marquen las venas de los brazos.

Bajo las luces de aquel local pensó que era el chico más guapo que había visto nunca, y con ese pensamiento el corazón le dió un vuelco.

Obligó a su amiga durante semanas a ir al local solo para verlo. A ninguna les gustaba esa música.

Pero a las pocas semanas se negó a volver a pisar ese local, y como una adolescente de diecisiete años bien educada y madura, decidió asistir sola.

Allí conoció a los pocos días a Mary. Una chica encantadora que trabajaba en una tienda de ropa.

Mary se acercó a ella una noche que la vió completamente sola, tan joven, mientras unos chicos con mala pinta desde una esquina del local, cuchicheaban con una sonrisa asquerosa en sus labios mientras le miraban de arriba abajo todo el cuerpo.

No les costó mantener una buena conversación sobre sus vidas, y como acabaron ahí.

"Me gusta la música" mintió Alina mientras volvía la mirada al muchacho rubio.

"mmm..." Si Mary se dió cuenta de como lo miraba, no mencionó nada.

Pero pronto su corazón se hundió en su pecho cuando vió como guiñaba el ojo a unas chicas que cuchicheaban cerca del escenario. Pero Mary tampoco dijo nada.

Alguna vez, y casi sin querer, hizo contacto visual con el guitarrista. La mayoría de las veces, avergonzada apartaba la mirada, pero alguna vez llegó a ver el atisbo de una sonrisa simpática en su rostro.

"Han cambiado de vocalista" mencionó Mary unos meses después.

"¿Ah si?" Se sorprendió. Después de meses viéndolos, que no notase ese detalle. Alina ni se inmutó.

"Conozco a un chico, es Freddie. Es muy..." Intentó buscar las palabras para definirlo. "simpático"

En ese punto, Alina ya estaba mirando otra vez al chico.

"Mañana tengo que trabajar pronto, pero el próximo día podría presentártelos."

Así una semana después está perfectamente vestida y peinada esperando a su amiga.

"Estás muy guapa."

Después de que Mary insistiera tanto en que debía conocer a los chicos, aceptó la propuesta. Y no solo eso, quería impresionar.

Quería conocer al chico rubio que tantas veces le quitaba el aliento, y quería que le viese. No podía hacerlo si iba vestida como todas las demás.

Podía ver la clase de chicas a las que presta atención, y por muy divertida y buena que ella fuese, si no llamaba la atención con su físico, jamás se fijaría en ella.

Se puso su vestido azul, con unos zapatos blancos, y por primera vez, se rizó el pelo, dejando solo los mechones delantero sueltos, y el resto recogido en una coleta alta.

Por primera vez se atrevió a maquillar su rostro. Quizá de forma no tan notoria, pero si que aplicó un poco de lápiz negro sobre sus ojos, marcando la línea de agua, y un poco el párpado, y puso un color rosado claro sobre sus labios.

"Volveré pronto"

"Alina eres casi una universitaria, sal, diviértete, y conoce gente." Su padre se acerca a la caja y comienza a contar el dinero.

"Tengo que escribir un artículo. Me gustaría presentarlo en el periódico"

"¿Y qué ganarás con ello? ¿5 dólares?"

"Por algo hay que empezar. Quiero ser escritora, y no lo lograré si no me esfuerzo"

"Bueno, te perderás las mejores partes de la vida si no te diviertes" Rich intenta razonar con su hija. "Escribe sobre ese grupo, quizá te paguen la publicidad con una copa."

Alina rueda los ojos al tiempo que Mary entra en la tienda.

"Estás muy guapa"

"Querida, convencela de que no venga antes de las 10pm te lo suplico"

Después de una pequeña charla donde Rich aseguró querer escuchar a esa banda de rock algún día, pensando de que manera puede hacer para que su hija menor de tan solo 13 años se haga cargo de la tienda durante unas horas, para poder revivir viejas glorias de su juventud en un pub lleno de adolescentes, alcohol y buena música, solo siendo consciente de lo inverosímil de la situación cuando su hija mediana menciona que su madre le pediría el divorcio solo de pensarlo, ambas salen del local.

"Freddie está como loco por conocerte, puede que sea muy amoroso, así que no te asustes."

Eso no hizo más que ponerla nerviosa.

Mery no dejaba de mirarla, cosa que le ponía demasiado nerviosa. Sin duda su vestimenta le llamaba la atención, pero fue lo suficientemente buena y prudente para no mencionarlo.

El concierto fue como siempre, seguían sin ser capaces de llenar el local, de hecho, no debía de haber más de cien personas, lo que siempre había era un grupo de unas diez chicas que gritaban por y para el chico rubio. Su chico rubio. Cosa que le molestaba muchísimo. Ella tenía que conformarse con ponerse a una distancia prudente del escenario.

Cuando terminó, los chicos recogieron el escenario con tranquilidad. El local ya estaba medio vacío, salvo por algún borracho que no era capaz de moverse del sitio, todo estaba tranquilo. Intentó no mirarlos mientras recogían, y así controlar su ansiedad.

"Mi amor" El cantante del grupo, un chico bastante escéptico, con un lenguaje corporal muy llamativo, apareció por detrás de Mary, abrazándola. "Hola querida, tú debes de ser Alina. He obligado a Mary a que me hablase mucho de ti."

Antes incluso de que pueda asimilarlo, tiene los brazos de Freddie sobre su cuerpo, apretándola tan fuerte, que tiene su cara incustrada en su pecho, impidiéndola respirar.

"Eh tio, la estás asfixiando." Esa voz tranquila y profunda hace que Freddie la suelte. Un chico demasiado alto, con el pelo negro lleno de rizos aparece en su campo de visión. Aún está recuperando su respiración cuando tiene que soportar la mirada algo incrédula al ver su ropa. Definitivamente no era para un concierto de Rock. "Me llamo Brian."

"Alina" alcanzó a decir mientras ambos sacudían sus manos en un saludo.

"¿Sueles venir a nuestros conciertos verdad? Me suena tu cara muchísimo"

En ese momento Mary actuó como una buena amiga saliendo a su rescate.

"Hemos venido muy a menudo, nos conocimos hace unos meses en este local, ¿verdad Alina?"

Freddie rápidamente pidió unas cervezas en la barra, relajando el ambiente, que para Alina estaba muy tenso. Ahora la conversación no se dirigía sobre ella, lo que calmó mucho su ansiedad.

Unos minutos después, los dos muchachos de la banda que seguían recogiendo todos los instrumentos en su furgoneta, aparecieron por la puerta del local.

"¡Eh Roger, John!" Freddie gritó a sus amigos "Mirad, esta es Alina, amiga de Mary."

Antes de girarse a ver a los chicos, Freddie siguió gritando, lo que hizo que muriese de verguenza.

"¡Es fan de la banda!, ha venido a muchos conciertos"

Quiso decir que eso era mentira, pero sus ojos se cruzaron con los azules del chico rubio, y no fue capaz de decir palabra.

Tenía una sonrisa encantadora, que cuando conectó sus ojos azules con los de ella, se ensanchó, dejando caer de la punta de la lengua las palabras que sentenciarían su relación.

"¡Pero si es Miss Inglaterra!" Soltó una risa encantadora al verse atraído por su atuendo. Pero más bien sonó como una burla demasiado baja.

A Freddie le pareció bastante gracioso, pero tanto Brian como Mary se dieron cuenta de que el comentario estaba muy fuera de lugar, y más después de lo incómoda que se quedó Alina.

"Soy John" El chico más callado y prudente del grupo dio un paso y abrazó a la chica brevemente. "Creo que te he visto en el público, es agradable tener una fan."

"Algún día tendremos millones" Freddie pidió más cervezas

"Bueno, de momento tenemos solo una."

"Mary también es nuestra fan"

"Lo es porque es tú novia."

Estuvo a punto de decir que ella no era fan de la banda, que odiaba el rock, y que nunca más pisaría ese local, pero entonces su mirada volvió a cruzarse con la sonrisa del chico y sabía que no sería cierto.

Roger.

En ese momento, casi por inercia, sin ser consciente, en su mente sonaron unos acordes y volvió a estar sentada en las escaleras de su casa, viendo a sus padres bailar una mañana calurosa de verano.

The smiles returning to the faces

1974

"Oh, ¡Cállate Roger!" la voz de Freddie saliendo de la pequeña radio llama su atención "Llevar tu propia música en la radio, ¡qué poco ególatra!" Ironiza.

Guaranteed to blow your mind

"ANYTIME" Canta Roger en agudo poniendo en marcha la furgoneta, haciendo que Alina sonría un poco, escondiendo su cara con su pelo.

Nunca dejaría que Roger supiera que a veces le hacía reír, que se sonrojaba... Nunca demostraría la mínima muestra de agrado o simpatía hacia él.

Aprovechó que la canción estaba terminando, y sacó de su bolso una cinta.

"¡No toques mi radio!" Grita Roger mientras intenta tapar con su mano la vieja radio.

"¡Conduce con cuidado!"

Roger gruñendo pone ambas manos en el volante, sabiendo que Alina era muy capaz de hacerle parar la furgoneta y bajarse. Y él sería incapaz de dejarla sola, así que tendría que gastar mínimo diez minutos disculpándose y rogando que suba a la furgoneta, y para ser sinceros, ya llegaban demasiado tarde.

Alina consigue sacar la cinta del nuevo disco de Queen, y mete su disco favorito. Busca la canción y mientras se acomoda en el asiento con los ojos cerrados, se deja llevar por la melodía.

Here comes the sun

CONTINUACIÓN

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remasteredinnuendo · 4 years

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Keep yourself alive

Hey guys, I wanna keep writing for the Queen fandom. Ayyyyooo if you're out there, I've still got a few ideas in me ☺️

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assembledherethevolunteers · 3 years

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Day 6- Christmas Tree Farm

A/N: Prompt #6 for @acdeaky ‘s writing challenge! This one I made gender neutral (I keep writing them and realizing I don’t use pronouns or anything so…) I hope you guys enjoy!

Pairing: Rami Malek x gender neutral!reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend, Rami, are going to a tree farm.

Warnings: Fluff, a super subtle reference to sexy times, but nothing explicit

Taglist: @queenlover05 @theblossomknows

The snow started falling and you looked up, smiling. You loved this time of year. The holidays were just around the corner and you were excited that this year, your boyfriend was going to be staying in New York with you.

Even if he hated the cold.

“Y/N, there’s snow falling.”

You turned around and grabbed his hands, pulling him close to you.

“Well, California boy, you’re going to have to deal with it.”

Rami smiled and gave you a kiss. “Fine, but you’re going to have to warm me up after we get home.” He slid one of his hands down and gave you a pinch on the butt, making you jump.

“Rami!” You giggled and swatted at him.

“What?” His big blue eyes were wide and innocent as if he didn’t know what you were talking about.

You rolled his eyes and took a step away, but kept holding one of his hands. “Come on, the quicker we find a tree the quicker we can go home and I can get you warmed up.”

“Then let’s get us a tree.”

The two of you walked around the Tree Farm.

“You’ve really never been to one of these?” You asked as you looked over one tree that was probably too big for your apartment, but you liked it anyway.

Rami just shrugged. “Not really, when I was younger we might have had a real one, but as far back as I can remember we had a fake one. You’ve always had a real tree?”

“Always,” you smiled at him. “And my dad would haul it inside and we’d spend the rest of the night decorating.”

It made you a little sad because you wouldn’t be able to make it home this Christmas, but damn it, you were going to have a real tree.

Rami squeezed your hand, almost as if he knew what was going through your mind.

“What about this one?” Rami pulled you both to a stop about twenty minutes later.

You looked it over and smiled at him. So happy that you’d have him there with you during the holidays. Maybe you couldn’t be home, but you’d be with somebody that made you always feel like home.

“It’s perfect.”

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sherlollydramoine · 4 years

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Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment; Part Two

@theultraviolencefan

Word Count: 9500. This is a big boy.

This is Sami’s part but there may be some bonus Rami. I did the best I could. Sorry this took so long but I had some struggles. Special shout-out to @diasimar, @xmxisxforxmaybe, @r-ahh-mi, and @breadnbutternips for your input, guidance, suggestions, and overall support. I swear I wouldn’t keep writing if it wasn’t for you wonderful ladies. <3 I love you all.

Warnings: Protected/Unprotected Sex, Slightly dom-ish behavior, alcohol consumption referenced, some fluff, some self-indulgent random sort of Pride & Prejudice references.

Part One ( H E R E )

You’d been in a fantastic mood since Tuesday night and the people you were closest too had definitely taken notice. Currently you didn’t possess the ability to stop laughing, singing and dancing around playfully and you could thank Rami for that. The entire experience with him had rocked your world in ways that you could never imagine. According to some of your other friends you’d been wound a little tight as of late, and the intensely amazing orgasms Rami had given you had left you a lot more relaxed.

When the boys both texted you and asked if you wanted to meet them for brunch you had happily accepted. You joked that it had been a stroke of luck that you all wanted to enjoy the weather on the outdoor patio and there were no other patrons choosing to do the same.

Your jovial mood was more than obvious at your brunch meet up with twins that Friday because the state you were in had been a topic of conversation on and off for the last half hour. The only damper on the mood had been that Rami was acting a little out of character today. He was still your happy friend; smiling, laughing, and cracking his smart ass jokes but whenever tomorrow came up, he withdrew a little bit his smile definitely turning into a slight frown.

You were determined to not allow his odd behavior to dictate your mood at this point so you’d just continue to smile and laugh at the witty banter between the two men. It was an ongoing inside joke that the two of them should have a stand-up routine. Whenever they were together around you, you were always in stitches at their antics. The fame had not changed Rami in that way even though he is a lot more guarded now than he used to be.

“Damn bro what did you do to her?” Sami jokes, taking another bite of his sandwich. .

“Nothing out of the ordinary, other than prove that I can fuck her better than you can," Rami says wearing a proudly smug look on his face.

“I guess I’m going to have to up my game for tomorrow then,” Sami shoots back and Rami frowns so slightly you almost missed it.

He must have noticed you silently observing him because he reaches down grabbing a fry from his plate, popping into his mouth and shooting you a wink.You sat back and watched him chew, then swallow, before his gorgeous eyes found yours as he began inquiring about how you were feeling about tomorrow.

"So, YN, are you looking forward to your date with my brother tomorrow?" Rami asks. You felt as if the question was a little odd and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why the hell he’d want to know this information.

"Of course I am Ram. Just as excited as I was before our date. Why? Am I not supposed to be?"

“I don’t know YN. You aren’t feeling any kind of apprehension at all? Nervousness?”

“Ram, I. I don’t know how I feel. Excited for sure, maybe a little nervous. It’s not an easy decision to have relations with someone and still come out of it just friends. Why? Do you want me to be nervous or something? Is this some kind of trick question?”

Uncertain as to what was happening to you internally; the more Rami questions, the more anxious you start to feel about this whole thing.

“Did you want me to call this whole thing off Ram? It isn’t fair to your brother though, is it? That you got to fuck me but he didn’t. I thought the whole fucking point of this thing was to figure out once and for all which one of you was better in bed?! I’m not backing away from the challenge, that if I remember correctly I was hesitant to agree to because I am terrified that this whole ‘experiment’ will irrevocably damage our long standing friendship. I can’t help but feel like I’m being interrogated or something; I’ve committed no crime.” you say a little more sharply than you actually intended.

Your eyes try to scan his face for some read on what he could be thinking.

“I just thought that maybe you’d be nervous is all,” he half-whispers, eyes cast downward clearly internally struggling to make sense of something.

“I am! Jesus H Christ. Rami I was so nervous Tuesday night that I almost called the whole thing off. I love you both and I would never want to jeopardize our friendship over a fuck.”

Something you’d said must have set him off because his lips formed a hard line and he pushed away from the table with such force that the metal cafe chairs you were all seated in made a cacophonous racket against the concrete. You watch him take a deep breath and stand up, pushing his chair toward the table a little more forcefully than he may have intended. You watch in confusion as he tosses his napkin down next to his plate that holds his barely touched food before he wordlessly walks away, you assume towards the bathrooms.

"Sam did I do or say something wrong?" you ask on the verge of tears.

“No YN, I don’t think you did. Sometimes he just-he is moody that’s all. I think maybe this new project that he’s been prepping for may be exacting a toll on him and his stress is coming out in some form of misplaced anger or something. I just call him Mr. Moody when he gets like this. Perhaps it’s an actor thing? I don’t really know,” came his response with a slight smirk. You were definitely not prepared to deal with the asshole-ish behavior this morning. Irritation begins to settle in and you wanted to slap that famous Malek smirk right off of Sami’s face just as badly as you wanted to smack Rami in the side of his head for acting like a jerk.

"I know, I've dealt with him before when he gets like this," you retort with a sigh. Rami is definitely more high strung and sometimes dealing with him during role prep can be emotionally exhausting for everyone around him. Everyone knows about his level of dedication and commitment to performing as authentically as possible, which meant that everyone just dealt with his affectionately dubbed ‘role prep insanity.’

Taking a few deep breaths of your own you come to the decision of ‘fuck him,’ if he wants to be an ass then you’d let him but you were going to try your best to not let him dictate your mood any further. Sami and you continue eating and making casual conversation until Rami comes back, wearing a stoic expression, the Malek poker face and he isn't very verbose. The one thing that you couldn't miss were his eyes; red and puffy as if he'd been crying. He undoubtedly could feel your eyes on him when you caught his gaze, he managed a small strained smile and then pulled his sunglasses from atop his head down his nose as he settled them in place on his perfect face.

For the most part the remainder of brunch passed almost amicably with the two of them, everyone deluded into believing that there hadn’t been any issue in the first place. Rami did keep his sunglasses firmly in place which carefully guarded his expressive eyes and you couldn’t help but to wonder if he was attempting to use them as a diversion, a mask, or some kind of shield.

Conversation flowed easily enough after Rami had ordered himself a few more mimosas, which were an indulgence he’d never openly admit to . He became quite animated and excitable as he began to talk to the both of you about his latest project, the one he was leaving for on Sunday.on he did speak it was openly about the latest project that he was leaving for on Sunday. You’d never tire of watching him discuss his upcoming projects, the excitement that radiates from him is contagious making everyone else around him share that energy. You highly suspect that’s why people enjoy working with him so much; the little bean was always a ball of high energy enthusiasm, he attacks everything with every bit of skill he has.

The happy mood that had tentatively settled over the table quickly dissipated once Sami brought up his plans for tomorrow and it pained you to watch as Rami completely shut down. He stopped talking and sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. He honestly reminded you of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, like Rami did once when you were six and he was being forced to eat the three pieces of broccoli that had been served to him. The moment the waitress reappeared holding the large black envelope that contained the check Rami just wordlessly handed her his credit card.

You could feel his eyes on you as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair. You couldn't help feeling as if you'd done something wrong and you found yourself fighting back tears. In all the years that you’d know the Malek twins neither of them had ever made you feel the kind of uncomfortable that you were feeling now. Neither of them had ever been a reason for you to cry and you’d be damned if you let that happen now.

Pushing back from the table so quickly that the heavy metal chair nearly tipped over, you shot to your feet and rapidly muttered out,"I guess, ummm, if you've got this, thank you Rami for brunch. I appreciate it very much and I’m excited for you and your project. Sami, I’ll see you tomorrow and Ram I hope you’re in a better mood on Sunday.”

With a nod of your head towards each of the boys, you turned on your heel and exited the restaurant hurriedly. Fishing your keys out of your purse and unlocking your car door you slowly release the breath that you’d been unaware you were holding.

Why was Rami acting like that? Was he jealous? Confusion wracking your brain as you attempt to try and puzzle out Rami and his moods. The man's mood swings were legendary but you chalk all that up as one of the reasons he’s such an incredibly talented actor, but they could give you whiplash sometimes.

Settling back at home trying to get the confusing Rami thoughts out of your head you resort to the one thing that had always helped clear your mind. You scrubbed every inch of your house from top to bottom. After all was said and done, the house shining with absolute perfection and reeking of the oversaturated ‘tropical’ floral scents you favored in your cleaning products, you settle on your sofa after a hot shower with some shitty leftover Chinese takeout and even shittier television.

Sami sent you a very succinct text early Saturday morning to let you know that he’d be over to pick you up around noon time promising you a quiet picnic in the park. Sami was never jealous of his brother's success or his brother's money, but sometimes you got the feeling that the two of them were constantly competing in a weird way with each other. He was well aware that his brother had wined and dined you at one of the poshest restaurants in town. Sami couldn’t afford a place like that and you both knew it, and you’d never hold him the same bar his brother had set. He knew you just as well as Rami did, and he knew that you actually favored the small, quiet type of dates. Rami had only chosen the type of date that he had for the simple fact that his rise to fame did not afford him the luxury of anonymity anymore and maintaining his privacy was becoming increasingly more difficult in the digital age of instant uploads and ‘peeping Toms’.

FIdgeting nervously with the buttons on your light cardigan feeling the familiar sort of butterflies in your stomach feeling that you’d had prior to your date with Rami, you nearly jump out of your skin when the doorbell rang out loudly. You couldn’t help the small timid smile as you swung the door open to a beaming Sami. He looked so adorable standing there in some dark, tight fitting jeans and a t-shirt with a large blanket draped over his shoulder and an old school style picnic basket in the crook of his left elbow.

"Ready?" he asks confidently as he reaches out to grab your hand.

"Let's go Sami, let's go,"you tell him through your timid smile.

You knew you wouldn’t be gone long but you let go of his hand for a few moments to lock your front door. While your neighborhood was considered quite safe and there wasn’t a lot of crime in your housing area, this was still Los Angeles and you weren’t going to take any chances.

You turn back around, dropping the keys into your small cross body bag as you place your left hand in Sami’s right one as the two of you head off towards the small neighborhood park.

Taking a turn about the park before scouting out the perfect place to lay the blanket out, Sami makes a joke about feeling like Caroline Bingley and Elizabeth Bennet as they casually stroll around the large drawing room at Netherfield Park. You couldn’t help but joke back about how he would actually be the perfect Charles Bingley, sitting back and observing making silly jokes. His quiet laugh brought on a small giggle of your own.

“Very astute in your observations of me YN, but wouldn’t I be more suited to Mr. Darcy?”

“Not at all. You are much too relaxed and far more playful.You aren’t conceited enough to be a proper Caroline Bingley either, Rami would definitely be more suited to Mr. Darcy. He’s broody as hell but secretly in love with me,” you joke back, completely unaware of actual accuracy of your statement.

Sami snorts but doesn’t say much after that, his primary focus was on setting out the blanket perfectly so that you were both in a position to either sit in the sun or in the shade that the large tree offered.

Once he had everything positioned exactly as he wanted it to be, he gestures for you to have a seat and finding the perfect half shaded half sunny spot you attempt to gracefully sit. He sets the basket down to your left as he maneuvers his body so that you are situated between his legs. This position afforded you both views of the many people mulling about the park. Your favorites were the older couples out for an afternoon stroll, hand in hand.

“So Charles, how are you feeling this fine afternoon?”

“Why Miss Bennett, I do believe that I am feeling fine, especially now that I get to enjoy your company. I’m pretty sure that this is considered quite inappropriate as we are unchaperoned.”

The laugh that left you was infectious as he joined you.

“Very well my good Sir, considering that you are already planning on defiling me later I suppose that it is a good thing that we are unaccompanied on this warm day.I sure wouldn’t want any witnesses to whatever debauchery lay before us.”

You feel him shift his weight as he sits up a little straighter and whispers in your ear, "All things considered YN, you have bewitched me body and soul."

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. You know exactly what Mr. Darcy quotes do to me,” you scold as you playfully smack him on his arm. “You’ve always been such a charmer Sami. Actually you were always so suave and smooth.”

“Oh hell. Not this shit again. Everyone always says that but I seriously used to feel so awkward and weird.

“No Sam, awkward and weird, that’s your brother,” you laugh out again. Sami is definitely bringing out the best in you today. The butterflies from earlier had disappeared now being replaced with a loud rumbling as your stomach makes you well aware of the fact that you haven’t eaten yet today.

“That is the most accurate statement about Rami I’ve ever heard YN. You know the both of us so well.”

“I just can’t believe that you remembered my favorite book.”

“Why do you say that? You think I wouldn’t remember those kinds of things about one of my best friends?”

“I never know exactly what you or your brother do or don’t remember.”

“More than you might think YN. Definitely way more than you think. I remember your favorite color, movie, flower, drink, meal, you sing to yourself when you are really happy, you dance when you think no one is watching, you can fall asleep nearly anywhere as long as you have a blanket, you are always cold but you never complain about it, you bite your lip when you are concentrating, you curse like a sailor and make no apologies for it. You march to the beat of your own drum. You are a breath of fresh air sometimes and it is beautifully refreshing.”

“I bite my lip when I’m concentrating?”

“Yeah, you also furrow your brows and chew on your nails when you are attempting to puzzle something out.”

“Damn man. I didn’t think-I had no idea I had so many tells.”

“Rami and I have known you forever YN, of course we’d know these things after so long a friendship.”

You smile to yourself as your stomach rumbles again and he casually asks if you are hungry.

"Starving."

You pull your body away from his chest and turn to sit facing him on the blanket while he reaches over and pulls the basket between the two of you removing an array of plastic containers filled with food, disposable plates, disposable cutlery and a few bottles of ice cold water.

Jaw slackening at the sheer volume of food options laid before you, looking up at him you couldn’t help but ask,"Sam, did you make all of this yourself?"

"Yeah most of it. Rami did help out a little bit but I think that was mostly because his skinny ass just wanted the extras,"he laughs out in response as he begins to plate the food.

“You’re feast madam, is ready,”he intones using a poorly mimicked, possible sort of English accent.

Bowing your head you couldn’t help but to croon back in an equally bad accent, “Thank you kindly Sir.”

Both of you all smiles as you sit together on the blanket in the sunshine as you eat just making casual small talk, sharing jokes and sipping from the cold water bottles.The casual atmosphere of the date definitely had the both of you feeling incredibly relaxed as the sun beat down on your back. The genuine smiles being exchanged was not unnoticed by other park patrons.

You overheard an older couple walking through the soft grass nearby comment about how the two of you reminded them of themselves about forty years ago, which set off a fit of giggles between the two of you.

Finishing your meal, leaving the used items stacked haphazardly on one side of the blanket you settle back between Sami’s legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. People watching was one of your favorite activities and the two of you often made it a fun game when you both played together. Making up random commentary or dialogue of the park's random assortment of visitors, giggling at some of the antics of the children observing how much fun some of the families in the park were having just running amok. Some children had popsicles that were half-melted in their tiny fists. There was a smattering of young couples that had a similar idea as the two of you and were sprawled on blankets snuggling in, some openly kissing, a group of teenagers near the basketball court smoking and shoving one another, and some older couples just strolling around the park.

This afternoon had been gorgeously sunny and warm but surprisingly not too hot. The warmth of the air, and the feeling of Sami's arms around you made your mind start wandering to Rami.You began to question why you were having the intrusive thoughts about Rami, and then your mind took a sharp turn to the left and you were stunned at how easily you admitted to yourself about how fun it would be to be in this exact situation with him. Sitting on a blanket watching the children play, talking about having a family, placing small but meaningful kisses to each other's lips. You let out a sigh and shake your head hoping to rid your mind of those thoughts. It almost started to make this moment with Sami feel wrong but you were a woman on a mission, and you weren’t going to fail. This whole thing had been your idea in the first place and you weren’t going to back down from the challenge.

Somehow, managing to clear your mind of the wayward and fantastical thoughts of Rami, your body relaxes back into Sami’s arms where you pleasantly discover that you're content to stay. Time seems to fly and before you know it you’d spent twenty minutes joking about what was happening around you. The two of you making up dialogue for some of the other couples around you. Loud laughter from the two of you had other park patrons casting curious glances at the two of you, some shaking their heads and others smiling widely.

A few beats passed between the two of you and he cleared his throat; was he ready to go?

“Sam it’s getting a little warm out did you want to-” you hesitate struggling to articulate that you wanted to leave without sounding too eager, “do you want to stay? Or do you want to go ahead and head back to mine?

He doesn't say anything but he nods his head, releasing you from his grip and together you get everything cleared up, depositing the trash into the appropriate bins, shaking out the blanket and folding it up. You gather up the basket resting it in the crook of your elbow much as he had little over an hour earlier. Without thinking you reach out to offer him your hand which he accepts wearing a shy smile; slowly exhaling as the familiar comforting feeling settles over you both.

The walk back to your house had consisted of you mostly chattering away about anything and everything to distract yourself. Looking over at Sami every once in a while he just appeared to be content to listen to whatever it was that you couldn’t stop yammering on about.

Strolling up the driveway the butterflies came back tenfold and you find yourself feeling almost dizzy with anticipation. This wasn’t unexpected since the both of you knew that all of this was the point of the whole thing. Unlocking the door and kicking your shoes off nearly in the same manner that you’d done with Rami you almost laugh out loud. This doesn’t feel awkward like it had with Rami but rather just an anxiousness. Could you go through with this?

Observing Sami as he kicks off his shoes as you had, and setting his basket down in nearly the same place that Rami had haphazardly tossed his stuff earlier in the week you let out a weak laugh. Sami cocked a brow at you as if to question what could be so funny but he didn’t press for details as you shook your head.

For the briefest of moments things felt awkward and you swear that you could nearly cut the tension with a knife but that was swiftly put to bed as Sami takes you by the hand and guides you into the living room, stopping only once you reach the sofa.

Neither of you exactly sure how to proceed which was hard for you as you’d never been the one to completely take charge in most sexual matters. Rami had taken the lead earlier in the week and now you feel as if you’d made some incorrect assumptions about Sami. Between both twins you’d always presumed that he’d be the one to definitely take charge in all matters sexual in nature.

Perching yourself on the arm of the sofa while Sami stood in front of you he grasps both your arms in his and roughly pulls you back into a standing position in front of him, his hands skating up your arms until his hands come to a stop on either side of your face. With a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth moments before his lips descend on yours. There was not an ounce of hesitation in the way his soft mouth works yours, his right hand settling on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his.

Your body moving on its own accord, becoming putty in his hands melting into him as your hips unconsciously pressing into his. His left hand slowly drifting downwards from your face; his fingers deftly working the buttons of your cardigan open sliding it off your shoulders. The faux pearl buttons quietly clacking on the hardwood; something about that small noise awoke a primal part of yourself.

Reaching down, grasping the hem of his shirt and lifting it up working together with him until it joined your cardigan in a crumpled heap on the floor. Seizing an opportunity to stare at his bare chest and arms for the first time in ages, viewing him now in a completely different light. You’d never seen Sami as the object of your sexual attention until this moment. Your eyes drinking in the sight of him; admiring the dark patch of hair on his chest, the light smattering of hair that trailed down into the waistband of his dark jeans, his strong arms and you felt a rush of heat to your core. Both brothers were physically identical but while Rami was lean, Sami was definitely fuller and you could appreciate the difference.

You must have been ogling his body longer than intended because he let out a breathy little laugh, “Like what you see?”

You just smirk at him and reach out for him, your lips finding his this time as your bodies begin a semi-graceful, lustful dance down the hallway towards your bedroom. Neither of you break the kiss, even his hands snake around your waist and end up on your back, fingers locating the zipper of your dress. His skilled fingers tugging the tiny piece of metal,freeing you from the confines of your dress, you let out a small moan at the sensation of the soft fabric ghosting your skin as it flutters to the floor and settles in a pool around your bare feet.

Your hips desperately trying to come in contact with his seeking the heated friction you were craving. The evidence of his arousal currently pressed into your pelvis elicits another small moan from you. You reach down and slither your hands into his jeans and into the waistband of his underwear.

Gently grasping his firm length in your hand, you move your hand in the restricted space, sliding your thumb over the head of his cock and smearing the little beads of precum onto him as you begin to work him. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as his forehead gently presses into yours, letting out small shaky breaths.

Raising your chin slightly to reclaim his mouth, your hand still working him. He lets out a quiet moan against your mouth. When you withdraw your hand from his pants and begin fumbling with this belt, his hands gently come to rest on yours. Looking up to catch and hold his gaze, his eyes are half lidded, pupils blown wide and glassy with lust.

"No, amira (princess), this is all about you. Don't worry about me."

Suddenly he lifts you into his arms and presses your back to the wall, the shock barely registering before you feel the roughness of his beard scraping along your skin as his mouth explores every inch of skin from navel to pelvis.

Sami's mouth begins to lick and suck at your soft skin in between murmurs of how gorgeous you are.

Your mouth opens and closes in a shocked silence as his lips graze over your center. Gasping as his beard scrapes against the sensitive flesh of your thighs, and the fingers of his right hand ghost along your panty line before roughly pulling them aside.

He ends up pushing you further along the wall as he places his shoulders under your knees,his left hand on your hip to steady the both of you as his tongue finds your clit and the fingers of his right hand find your slick center.

"Oh fuck," you whine out your eyes nearly rolling back into your head, your head just thumping back against the wall, as your hips unconsciously buck into his face. His grip on your hip tightens and you're certain there will be bruises in the morning.

"Oh God Sami."

You press your thighs tight around his face, his beard adding to the delicious friction your body was seeking. Your hands come down in his hair, grabbing onto the chestnut strands as you start face fucking him.

He responds by working his tongue and fingers at a much more rapid pace. Once he starts the come hither motion inside you, you nearly lose it.

You respond with grunts, moans and desperate whiny pleas for him to not stop. Soon enough you came undone around him, screaming a nearly incoherent chorus of fucks, oh God's and his name. He doesn't stop until he's worked you through your orgasm and the trembling in your legs has subsided.

He eases your legs off his shoulders and as you look at him you couldn't help the self satisfied smirk on your face. Your juices were coating his face from nose to chin. Sami's eyes lock with yours, a slow smirk creeping across his face as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean.

Removing his fingers from his mouth, eyes still locked with yours, licking his lips he says, "You taste so good YN. So damn good."

You let out a quiet moan before a giggle escapes.

"I bet you do too Sam. Come here I wanna taste you."

"No amira, this is all about you.”

You just wrap your arms around his neck and his lips found yours in a bruising kiss. The slow dance down the rest of the hallway ended once the back of your legs had hit the edge of your bed. Both of you were so turned on that neither of you hesitated to keep going.

“Lay back on the bed,” he instructs

You do as you were told and lift your hips to rid yourself of your panties, tossing them aside while he finishes removing his clothing.

You don’t notice when he pulls the condom out of the pocket of his jeans and effortlessly slips it on. It only felt like a few seconds had passed as his body doesn’t take long before his body is hovering over yours his hands coming to grip your hips.Letting out a slow breath as he eased himself inside of you. Sami’s hips stilled for a few moments giving you a chance to get used to the feel of him and when you whined out for him to move, he did.

His hips pounding into yours and hitting every sweet spot inside of you while you claw at his shoulders and back, wanting nothing more than to pull him deeper into you.

“Ohhhh Rami” you whine out and for just a moment you feel Sami’s hips stutter, still for a few seconds, and then continue moving.

Your eyes widen in shock as you realize what you’ve just done. He doesn’t say anything at all as his right hand comes up and grabs your chin tightly. His hips never falter in their pace as he looks you in the eye and says,”Wrong brother.”

You weren’t expecting that reaction from him and the slight aggressiveness of his handling of you made you clench around him. The pleasure coursing through your body was very different to the pleasure you had been given by Rami and you were unsure of how you felt.

Suddenly you feel his hands roughly pull your hips closer to his, as he pulls you damn near into his lap, his arms now firmly holding you around your waist as he fucks up into you. Sami buries his face in the crook of your neck for a moment before he takes the sensitive flesh at the base of your throat between his teeth as he sucks a mark into the flesh that you are certain is going to be a bright reddish purple in the morning, The hair from his beard scratching at your neck in a pleasant way just before you feel his hot breath on your ear.

“I bet you my brother didn’t make you feel this good.”

Those words made you moan into his shoulder as you come completely undone around him. He continues to fuck you through your second orgasm of the afternoon but it’s clear that he isn’t done with you yet.

Without warning he releases you and you fall back onto the mattress.

“Such a good girl, so soft and compliant. Now I’m going to make you scream. I want you on all fours.”

You scramble to your knees quickly and he wastes no time reentering you from behind. Sami places his left hand on your hip and his right hand fists on your hair.

"Say my name,"he breathlessly demands.

You quietly mutter out his name but he wasn't satisfied with that. His grip in your hair tightens. Sami’s hips have set a brutal pace that have your fingers scrambling for purchase on anything. Pulling on your fitted sheet so hard that you end up pulling the soft blue material right off the corner of the mattress. The blood pounding in your ears as another orgasm quickly approaches you hear Sami saying something.

" Say my name. Louder." He demands again, as his left hand comes down to circle your clit.

You couldn’t help it, you let loose and you scream out his name quite a bit louder than you had the first. He still wasn’t satisfied with your response. You can hear him barely keeping it together somehow staving off his orgasm as yours crashes around you. Legs trembling and your arms giving out making you face plant onto the soft mattress as you scream his name repeatedly. Clenching around him as you give in completely to the pleasure that has overtaken your body.

Sami responds by tightening his grip on your hair as his body tenses and he cums with a shout of your name, Both of you gasping for air as he collapses onto your back in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs.

Time seemed to pass too quickly after your encounter with Sami. It seems like as soon as the two of you had come back down to Earth you both got up and began the process of cleaning up.

He left by three thirty that afternoon, which left you with way too much time on your hands to mull over the details from Tuesday and today. Could you accurately be able to figure out who had actually been better in bed? Why did everything feel so different with Rami than it had with Sami? Too many questions floating around your head and you were nervous. In less than twenty-four hours you’d have to deliver your verdict to the two of them. Did you just end up in an impossible situation? Head in your hands mostly in frustration. Both of them were stellar in bed. Why is this so hard?

Trying to drown out the thoughts running through your head you decide to distract yourself with cleaning. Starting in the bedroom, you strip the bedding and replace the soft blue colored linens with the silver gray colored ones that you’d had on the bed the night you and Rami had slept together.

Picking up some other scattered laundry and doing some other menial chores around the house you realize that you were absolutely starving. Hours had passed since your picnic with Sami and the exertions of the afternoon were taking a toll. Deciding that there is no better time for pizza and wine, both a comfort to you, so that you could pull your thoughts together to be able to come to a decision about the boys.

Picking up your phone and smiling at the picture on your background. It was a photo of the three of you at the Oscars with Rami the night that he’d won. He had jokingly called you his good luck charm, and even though he had brought his family, he insisted that you too were like family to him and it would mean the world if you were there too.

Placing your order with the pizza place you decided that a quick shower was in order. You couldn’t focus while you still smelled like Sami.

Deciding to forgo any clothes for the evening, wrapping yourself in your favorite oversized fluffy robe, you head back to the living room. You picked up a pen and notepad that you’d left on the coffee table after Sami left to try and start comparing notes. So far all you’d scribbled on the page were their names. You weren’t sure how the hell you were even supposed to score this. Should you do it like the Olympics? Form, Execution, Dismount? You scribbled down orgasms placing tallies under the header. Rami two, Sami three. Was that a good thing? The sex with Rami had been so different though that you weren’t sure that it mattered.

So focused on trying to scribble down other comparisons you almost missed the knock at your front door that was quickly followed by the ringing of the doorbell. Tossing the notepad and pen down on the table with a frustrated sigh, you got up to go answer the door. Paying for your pizza and leaving the pizza delivery kid a generous tip, you drop the box onto your coffee table next to the notepad, padding into the kitchen to grab your wine. No wine glass needed tonight, you had a lot on your mind and you needed to focus, so you just drank directly from the bottle.

Grabbing a slice from the box and stuffing as much of the deliciousness that was the pizza into your mouth, you picked up your pen and began scribbling more notes onto the paper. Getting to the header of form. Rami’s form had been flawless at least in your eyes. The sex with him had been slow and gentle almost as if he’d been making love to you rather than the fuck that it was supposed to be.

After finishing your first slice of pizza you frustratedly toss the notepad back on the table and reach for another slice. As soon as it was halfway to your mouth you heard a knock on the door followed by the incessant ringing of the doorbell. Glancing at the clock on the wall it was nearly eight pm and you weren’t expecting anyone.

Swinging open the door in mild irritation giving way to amusement as Rami nearly tumbles to the floor. He manages to catch himself but ends up face planting directly into your cleavage.

“YNNNN!” Rami shouts, dragging out the last half of your name. “And HELLO YN”s tits! Such pretty things, I wanna touch 'em again. They were so soft and squishy.”

“Rami? What are you doing here?” you ask with a brow raised. You really were curious as to how he’d ended up here. You didn’t see his car or any other car.

“I just thought I’d come say hello. You know. You’re my best friend and also because I kind of wanted to kiss you again,” he half mumbles with his face still buried in your cleavage.

Laughter bubbling out of you at his boldness. Rami when even partially was intoxicated could be quite bold and had no problem saying what was on his mind. You help him stand upright and pull him into the house slamming the door shut behind you; his laughter loud as he struggles to remove his shoes. As soon as he gets his shoes off he follows you deeper into the house.

“Rami what is going on?”

You gesture for him to have a seat on the couch watching as he clumsily plops down next to you. His face is an alternating mixture of serious and forlorn. Rami doesn’t say anything for long enough that you were certain that he didn’t hear your question. Just as you are about to repeat the question he decides to respond.

“I don’t want you to forget about me. I know that it’s been several days but I don’t want my brother to win. I sometimes suspect that he’s better at everything than me. All I can do is act but my brother is better at everything else,” he rambles.

“Ram- I couldn’t forget about you even if I wanted to. You can do so much more than you think you can. I think you’re an incredible person. How much have you had to drink tonight? I think you need to eat something.”

“I’ve had plenty enough to drink but that pizza looks sooo good. I want to eat it as badly, almost as I want to eat you. You tasted like what I imagine heaven does.”

From his position on the couch he looks so sad and small. He isn’t a big guy by any means but when he gets sad he tends to shrink into himself which gives him the appearance of being much smaller than he actually is. You almost cry when he looks up at you with tears shining in his beautifully expressive eyes, and you react the only way you know how in that moment.

“Here, eat this,” you suggest as you hold the pizza up for him to take. He just smiles and leans forward not bothering to actually take the slice into his own large hands instead opting to just take a large bite of the end.

“Mmmmm so good. This is the best pizza ever.”

“Then take this slice, I’m going to go get you a bottle of water. Please don’t go anywhere,” you instruct as he finally grabs the pizza from your hand, taking another large bite.

Re-entering the living room from the kitchen less than a minute later, what you see nearly makes you faint. There was Rami casually munching on his pizza that he had gripped in one of his large hands, your notepad in the other. You clear your throat and he tosses the notepad back onto the coffee table looking a little sheepish.

“Snooping isn’t nice Rami.”

“He gave you three orgasms?”

“He did Rami. It doesn’t mean anything really I’m just trying to make comparisons that’s all. Wasn’t that the whole point of this experiment?”

His face changes from the sheepish one to the stoic Malek poker face that you hated. It was the ultimate unreadable expression and both twins wore it well. That face you always assumed was their attempt at neutrality and it drove you insane. Sometimes you call it the mask, and this is the same face he made the other day at brunch before he threw his little Rami temper tantrum.

“Rami?”

“Yes?”he responds, arching a brow at you just before he takes another bite of his pizza.

“Why are you really here?”

He suddenly starts to choke on his food but somehow manages to recover quickly before swallowing the bite of food that he’d been chewing, his face switching from Malek poker face to amusement.

“I’m here because…. I want to be! Since when have we ever needed an excuse to hang out together? I’m going away tomorrow and I’m going to miss my best friend so maybe I just wanted some quality time before I have to leave.”

You don’t buy it. His behavior at brunch yesterday and the awkwardness today in conjunction with a few things he’d said are contributing to the Malek bullshit detector that is being set off in your brain. He must have read your facial expression because he just lets out an awkward laugh before nearly inhaling the rest of his food.

“Rami, I’m not complaining. I’m just curious if the timing for the visit has something to do with your brother and what happened today,” you casually mention as you reclaim your spot on the sofa next to him. Rami doesn’t say anything but silently retrieves the water bottle you were holding out to him.

“YN why is your face all red? What is that?” he asks as he pokes at the mark that Sami had left at the base of your throat.

No response from you told Rami everything he needed to know.

“My brother did that, didn't he?”

There was no point in telling any lies. Rami would see right through it and would call you out on it immediately, so you nod your head silently to answer his question. You weren’t expecting what happened next and that was Rami letting out a growl, yes a growl, as his lithe body collided with yours knocking you back into the arm of the sofa.

“I need to give you a reminder, a refresher, about who can fuck you the best. I can’t hold this back anymore. Sami may have given you three orgasms today, but I can do it so much better. I refuse to lose to my brother. I want, no I need, to give you at least four. I’ll prove to you which Malek is the better lover,” he asserts, using a tone unlike one you’ve ever heard from him before. You knew yourself well enough to know that you wouldn’t deny him anything.

His eyes search yours for a few moments, giving you an opportunity to decline, when you brooked no denial everything seemed to happen very rapidly from there.

His lips land on yours in an unexpected heated kiss that feels way to brief for your liking. Rami had a mouth that was made for kissing and you never wanted to stop. You whine in protest at the abrupt departure of his lips from yours but you reign in your displeasure the moment his hands fist in your hair and he roughly jerks your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. You gasp in shock when you feel his lips attach to the most sensitive bit of flesh on your neck, his teeth and lips working together to create the right amount of pressure needed to leave a mark. Once he was satisfied that a large enough mark would clearly be visible tomorrow he works his way upwards towards your hairline leaving a trail of smaller hickies in his wake. Rami giggles to himself, obviously proud of his handiwork as he works on leaving another trail of marks along your shoulder and collarbone. All the while he was muttering something to himself about how he refused to be outdone by his brother.

He releases your hair from his grip, his mouth licking and sucking along every inch of exposed skin eliciting a shiver from you. You move only in an attempt to adjust your body so that you can position yourself in a way that is more open to him, not noticing when his fingers gently tug at the belt of your robe allowing the fabric to fall away from your skin. Rami’s mouth continues its downward explorative journey of your body leaving nothing but goosebumps along the way.

Your mouth opens in shock and your head lolls back on the armrest of the couch the moment his lips come in contact with one of your nipples both of them hardening under the gentle pressure of his tongue, his other hand gently kneading the flesh of your other breast. His thumb tweaking the nipple just as he lightly bit down on the nipple he had in his mouth. Moaning out quietly at the wonderful sensations that his mouth were evoking, swearing that you could cum just from his stimulation of your breasts. When he felt he’d paid enough attention to one breast he moved on to the other repeating the process.

When he finally stopped lavishing all the attention on your breasts you were a panting, sweating mess.

“God Rami. How the hell do you do this to me?”

He offers no verbal response to your question but instead spreads your legs wide and slips his fingers between your wet folds.

“I knew you’d be wet for me already.”

Rami slips his fingers through your damp folds and starts to work you, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches in amused satisfaction; content that he is making you fall apart like this. Your head thrown back onto the arm of the sofa, hips bucking on their against Rami’s hand while he coos nothing but praise for you.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. You’re so beautiful spread open like this for me. Let go, cum on my fingers baby.”

HIs gentle praise and the way his thumb was circling your clit as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you, you came undone way too quickly for your liking. A strangled moan leaves your lips as you clench around his fingers, while one of his hands holds you steady to prevent you from bucking yourself off the couch.

“One,”he half-shouts sounding something that could best be described as victorious. “I told you that I’m going to give you four, and that’s one.”

Once your legs stop trembling you watch as he slithers his body down yours and his face aligns with your center. He spreads you open, and his tongue gets to work, stimulating your sensitive pink bundle with his tongue. Slow, languid flicks of his tongue, just enough to tease but not stimulate in the one way that you want it to be. Whining in protest, bringing your hand down to his hair hoping to spur him on just a little.

He begins to hum against you while his tongue begins to work a little faster, moving in a way that has you nearing orgasm way too quickly. Why is sex with him like this?

Without warning your thighs clamp tightly shut against his head, your hips once again moving on their own as your thighs tremble and shake.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Raaaaami fuuuuuuuck” you scream out.

You can feel him smile against your core as his tongue continues to work you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped convulsing you feel his hand release the grip they had on your hips and he pulls himself up to his knees.

“Two.”

You try to sit up but his hands shove you back down onto the couch.

“No,” he protests when you try to reach up to help him with his pants. You want to get your hands or mouth on his beautiful cock but apparently he has other plans. Watching as he strips himself down faster than you’d ever thought it was possible for anyone to do, he strokes himself languidly for a few seconds and then maneuvers himself between your open thighs.

Rami wastes no time at all pulling your hips up and easing himself into you. The noise that escapes you makes him react with his own noises. His hips pounding into yours though his eyes never leave yours. He is a man on a pleasure mission and you know he won’t stop until he gets you exactly where he wants you.

“You feel so good baby. So good for me,” he coos.

Your body responding to him and his praise.

“Do you like this?”

“Oh fuuuuckkkk Rami. Yesssss don’t stop,” you shout, feeling so close to orgasm already. His hands coming down to pull your hips upwards,changing the angle, so that his cock hits every part of you that makes you feel good. Your body shivering at the sensations.

“I can feel you getting close baby. So good, so good for me, cum for me baby,” he encourages. His brow is furrowed and both of your bodies so overheated and coated in sweat. WIth his words of encouragement you feel that something inside of you snap and you cum hard screaming his name. You haven't completely recovered from your third orgasm with Rami yet but when your eyes snap open you are met with the sight of his eyes boring into yours with an intense concentration coupled with lust.

“Three.”

He moves his hips at a slower, less frantic pace which was surprising to you but he slides his hands up your body, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands slide into yours much as they had on Tuesday night.

You could barely register anything as his mouth starts singing your praises

“Love everything about you. Love these hands,” he murmurs as he squeezed his fingers against yours where they were now intertwined above your head, “these beautiful lips of yours so soft and sweet,” he kisses you softly, “every inch of your body is divine, like you are a goddess sent from the heavens just for me,” he lowers his body so that it is now flush against yours, “just-everything, everything, everything.” (Thank you @diasimar)

Your breath catches in your throat at his words disbelieving that he would ever utter these words to you in any other circumstances. The only explanation is that he’s caught in a moment.

“You’re so beautiful, so beautiful,” he continues as he moves his hips against yours

Your breath catches in your throat at his words and you aren’t aware if he knows what he is saying. His hips never stopping, his eyes locked on yours until you can feel his body tense and you know his orgasm is getting close.

“Baby cum for me,” he nearly pleads. Closing your eyes and giving into the pleasure coursing through your body. Your insides clench around him as you feel your body spasming in pleasure for the seventh time today, you cry out his name again and again until you feel him reach his release. Forcing your eyes open to watch him as he cums, his jaw tensing and his mouth in an ‘o’ shape, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Both of you struggle to catch your breath as he relaxes all of his weight on top of you, you release his hands and much as you had on Tuesday night you bring your hands up to his hair to run them through his damp curls. He just rests head on your shoulder and you let out a small laugh when he weakly mumbles out , “Four.”

The warm weight of him on top of you combined with your exertions from the day of sexual activities has your eyes closing and you aren’t sure exactly when you fell asleep. When you wake up in your bed in the morning you smile to yourself, rolling over and reaching out but you find the space on the mattress next to you empty.

A part of you didn’t want to feel a bit sad or abandoned but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Why are you so emotional when it comes to Rami? You let the tears fall for a few minutes and then try to pull yourself together. You have to deliver your findings today to the boys but you needed to get up and prepare yourself for the day. Rolling over and swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you wince in pain, as you were incredibly sore from yesterday’s vigorous activities. That’s when you notice a folded piece of paper with your name on the outside in a very familiar scrawl. Confusion racking your brain when you open the notecard and realize that you don’t know what the actual note said: ahbik. la 'astatie alaintizar liruyatak baed zuhr hdha alyawm. (Google translated so I apologize for any inaccuracies but it’s supposed to be translated to: I love you. I can’t wait to see you this afternoon.)

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