#rami malek angst

[writing-fanics]

Josh Washington x Reader

[summary: josh is going through it.]

[warning: angst: death: blood]

Notes: italics are flash backs

Josh cradled your body in his arms, gently tucking strands of hair behind your ear. He delicately held your head in his hands, kissing your forehead, which no longer held its warmth. His thumb gently caressed your cheek, brushing against the bloodstain on the corner of your mouth.

You looked so relaxed and peaceful despite the gaping hole in your stomach. Your lips were parted remnants of your last breath.

He reached down to hold your hand, taking it into his own. Intertwining his fingers with your now deathly cold ones. He brought it to his cheek leaning into your touch. His whimpers echoing throughout the cave; he hated isolation, he hated being alone.

He wasn't alone, though. You were just taking a nap and would wake up any minute. He would apologize for his prank and everything he had done.

You would go back to your apartment and see your cat again. He would wake up beside you, wrap his arms around you, and cuddle before getting up for the day.

You were his light in that darkness his world. His everything. He remembered how you held him in his arms, during the first few months after Hannah and Beth’s disappearence. Your fingers running through his hair, as you hummed while he cried in your chest.

“You are my sunshine.”

“My only sunshine”

“You make me happy” You kissed his forehead, he looked up at you. Revealing your tearful smile as you comforted your boyfriend.

Josh stared blankly at the ground as he cradled you, unable to come to terms that you were truly gone.“When skies are grey” choking back a sob as he nuzzled his head into your chest.

“Y-ou'll never know, dear” You cupped his face in your hands, as you wiped away his tears. And leaned your forehead against his. “How much I love you.” You smiled, putting your arms around him.

Josh's tears dampened the fabric of your shirt as he buried his face in your chest, his breathing ragged and shallow.

"So please don't take," he pleaded, his arms holding you tightly, as if he was afraid you would vanish if he let go. His grip on the back of your head was desperate, his whole body trembling with emotion.

"My sunshine away," Josh sniffled as he cradled you in his arms, rocking you back and forth while your hand lay limp at your side.

[a/n: y'all wanted the Josh angst so here itis]

[ponyosmom35]

I remember you (Elliot x OC)

Elliot Alderson x Original Character

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

He clutches his head as memories flash through his eyes. 

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

“Hi, Elliot I assume?” she asks  

“Uh yeah” he responds awkwardly 

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

“I’m happy to help”

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck me” he curses 

“Elliot what’s wrong?” she asks 

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

“I’m not sure” 

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

“Garden burger?” he asks 

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

“Okay, I’ll try it” he nods 

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

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

“Deal” she smirks 

“you’re scaring me”

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

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

“Why?”

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

“Have you ever hacked me?” she asks quietly 

“No” 

“Why not?”

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

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

“Me too”

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

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

“What’s wrong?” he asks

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

“What did you say?” he asks 

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

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

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

“Please say something!” she pleads 

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

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

“Yes” he shrugs 

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you can”

“So why do this?”

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

“Why does that matter to you?” she asks

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

“I - what?” she asks 

“I refuse to let anyone hurt you ever again” 

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

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

“I remember” he says simply 

“What?”

“I remember us” 

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

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

“El?” she asks  

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

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

“It’s not your fault” 

“I left you”

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

“You knew?” 

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

[nuggetsandmoose]

Dear Mr. Malek,

I’m so sorry for what I’m doing to your character on Character AI! But unfortunately I love Angst!!!

-sincerely, NuggetsandMoose

P.S (I wanna Cry for what I’m doing!)

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Elliot Alderson X Reader Angsty Love Confession Prompt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed this prompt! ❤️

[safin-supremacy]

Lyutsifer Safin X Reader Cute prompt mixed with angst and injury

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

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

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

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

𖧷☭𖤍

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

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

↯

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

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

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

𖧷☭𖤍

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

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

𖧷☭𖤍

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

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

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

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

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

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

𖧷☭𖤍

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~

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

[safinsisland]

Starter Call

We are hiring

Gardener for a private horticulture

Preferly a specialist in knot garden

Edible and medicinal plants

f/m/d, no allergies

5 day week, 4 weeks payed vacation

Room and board

Contact safinpharmaceutics@freenet.de - or like for a starter. We shall find you.

[randofanficrecs]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 978 Fandom: Blackout (Podcast) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Simon Itani/Carla Itani Characters: Simon Itani, Rami Malek Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, What-If, Poor Simon, Post Episode: s01e01, Hospitalization, Gunshot Wounds, ← reason for T-Rating, Fictober! Day 19 Series: Part 19 of Fictober! 2020 Language: English Summary: It’s blood loss but probably also just plain exhaustion. Either way, Simon passes out for a few seconds and comes back around when his face collides with the car horn.

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

[nena-la-fresa]

can i ask u a Josh Washigton x reader request? I would love to read an scenario were its the reader's birthday🥹

Keep It Warm

18+ Account | Minors DNI | Do NOT Follow, Like, or Comment | Pls have your age in your bio, if you do not I will automatically block you because I’ll assume you are a minor.

Pairing: Josh Washington x f! Reader

Warning: Fluff | A tiny bit of Angst | Mental Institution Mentioned | Birthday |

Word Count: 685

A/n: Hopefully this is okay. I feel like I can’t make a Josh fic without some sort of angst. Sorry it's super short. I have a lot of class assignments due this week so my focus is on that rn. Off topic but I'm thinking about making a Mr.Robot fic. Im back in my Rami Malek era.

“You are receiving a call from Ocean View Hospital. Would you like to accept?” 

“Yes.”

The line was then connected. 

“Hey sweetheart. How are you?” You could hear his sly look through the phone. 

You leaned against the wall fiddling with the hem of your shirt. 

“I’m good. How about yourself?” You missed hearing his voice. 

“I’m good now.” 

“Oh are you really?” 

“Yeah. I’m just glad I get to hear you talk. It’s a good distraction from all this.” 

“I’m glad I can distract you for a bit.” 

You had been friends with Josh since you both were little. You had always known something was a bit different with him. But it wasn’t until you both started dating that you had fully known the extent of his condition. Josh would wake up during the night screaming, he’d have a hard time recognizing you at times.

“So my birthday’s coming up.”

“It is, isn't it.” 

“Do you think you’ll finally be out by then?”

“I’m not too sure babe. But if I’m doing better by then you'll be the first to know.” 

You felt slightly disappointed but you knew he was in there to get the help he needed. 

That was 3 weeks ago. 

You hadn’t heard from Josh since that last phone call. He hadn’t been returning your letters or phone calls. You had begun to assume the worst. What if he didn’t want to talk to you anymore? Or what if he regressed? What if his meds stopped working. Even when you asked Hannah and Beth they hadn’t been able to contact him either. 

All you could think about was the day you found him. You could still see it. He was passed out on the floor. He was unresponsive for a good minute before you had to throw cold water on him. He was sobbing, saying how he wasn’t good enough for you. Saying that he didn’t deserve you. But those sobs quickly turned to anger, not at you but to whatever was talking around him. He swatted trying to get the voices away from him. But what really did it for him was when he accidentally hit you. The guilt that he felt, he didn’t mean it. He wasn’t aiming for you. He couldn’t even see you with his delusions tormenting him. That was what really made him commit himself. 

Hannah knew how upset you were but she thought it would be a good idea to take you to the cabin for your birthday. You had always said it was your favorite place to go. 

You and Hannah were already making your way to the cable cart, “Didn’t you say Beth was going to meet us here?” 

Hanna turned slightly to you, “Yeah, she got cold and just texted me that she was going to go ahead to the cabin.”

You nodded. After the walking you could finally see the cabin in sight. It was just as beautiful as you remembered it. Hannah held the door open for you as you walked in first. You felt your body jolt from the yelling. 

“Surprise!” Little poppers and kazoos echoed through the room. 

“Aw you guys.” You felt your eyes tear up a bit. From the excitement but also from the disappointment. Out of all the faces there, the one you wanted the most wasn’t there. 

You let out a surprised scream feeling someone picking you up from behind. As soon as you were set back down you saw who it was. 

Until you felt someone pick you up from behind 

It was him. 

“What did you think I forgot?”

You felt the tears run down your face. You nodded slightly.

"Now why would I forget about you."

You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you.

“When did they let you out?”

“About three days ago.”

“Why didn't you tell me”

“I wanted to surprise you. I'm sorry”

“No, I'm just so happy. I’m so glad you’re here.”

“I promise I won’t miss another one.”

He wiped your tears, “I missed you so much. I’m sorry. I’ll do better. I promise.” 

[talkingwoman]

One vague fear about Complete Unknown Like most who have seen the trailer for Timmy’s next knock out performance, I am almost giddy about the new film.  My only lingering concern is that the script and treatment might not meet the standard of our boy’s performance.  The Rolling Stone article on Complete Unknown apparently shares my angst a little bit since they closed the article with the interviewer saying something like “ Since Dylan managed to get himself involved in the production we can assume that it will not be all true.”  To which Mangold, the film’s writer and director simply smiled and said “we’ll let that be your quote.”  Since I tend to fret about such stuff, could some of you please take a moment to reassure me that fan possessiveness about the legend of Bob Dylan will not affect the critical or box office success of Complete Unknown??   I’ve read Dylan fanatics’ critiques of Timmy and sense there will be more stringent evaluations of his performance as Dylan than Rami Malek, Gary Oldham, or Renee Zellweger got for their Oscar winning performances as Freddy Mercury, Winston Churchill, or Judy Garland.  Maybe the safest way to Oscar-land is to portray dead people?  Can you tell I am aching for Timmy’s talent to be acclaimed by his peers?

[txmel]

Too Late

Rami Malek x Reader

Word count: 3,415

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This seat taken?”

Shit.

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

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

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

“Liar.”

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

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

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

“Sami, please don’t say…”

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

“You have to tell him Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, I think it is.”

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

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

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

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

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

Your mind was made up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rami?”

“Can I come in, Y/N?”

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

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

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

“Is it really too late?”

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

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

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

“I know what you said to Sami.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Liar.”

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

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

“Y/N, I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It wasn’t too late.

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[xmxisxforxmaybe]

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

Third person POV for a change 🖤

* * * * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Someone was pounding on her door.

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

*Bam*

“Open the fucking door!”

*Bam*

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

“Rami—what the hell?”

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

“Is who here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, he isn’t.”

“That whatchu want—someone mainstream?”

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

He narrowed his eyes in disbelief.

“Forgot to check the closet.”

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

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

“I hate this,” he mumbled.

“Hate what?”

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

“Do you want to be exclusive, Ram?”

“Fuck yes.”

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

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

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

[angstyandromanticwriting]

Josh Washington X Reader Hidden feelings to love confession prompt

!TW: Implied swearing ‘cursing’, swearing!

“What?” Josh asked, confused by the expression on your face.

“Don’t you remember telling me you didn’t want to date?” You inquired, and Josh winced, looking away from you.

“N-No?” Josh answered, clearly lying; he was embarrassed.

You giggled, before you placed your hand on his. “I’m - Happy for you, anyway,” you claimed, and Josh smiled his thanks to you.

☾༒☯︎︎

Josh had been planning a party, and he’d requested for you to get some stuff for him, but you were stressed out as you woke up late on the day, and were rushing to get the items, so you got some which were wrong and some which you’d gotten too little of. Josh rubbed the back of his neck as he tried to think, and you wouldn’t dare lift your head to look at him; you felt awful for messing things up. “Next time we probably need to talk things through before the day,” he mused, and you nervously fidgeted with your hands, cursing yourself internally.

“I’m so sorry, Josh,” you whined, “I just - I woke up late, and I misunderstood the list-”

Josh shook his head, smiling reassuringly at you. “It’s not your fault,” he interjected, “I made it sound way too complicated, and I suppose auto-correct is partially to blame, too.”

You agreed, managing a weak smile up at him. You tried to think of something to say, reminding yourself of the tubs of ice cream in the blue plastic bag. “Hey, at least you have ice cream to last you for months, now,” you remarked, and Josh chuckled, nodding.

“Yeah,” he responded, “maybe after the party we can watch a movie together with it.”

“That would be great,” you replied, smiling shyly at him, “so - the party is still going ahead?”

“Of course,” Josh answered, “we just need to get a few more things, that’s all.”

“Do we have time?” You asked, and Josh nodded, before he grabbed his coat and hat as it had been snowing recently, and it was freezing outside.

༒☯︎︎༒

Josh noticed that you seemed down recently, and he wondered what was wrong as you’d been trying to avoid him and even your best friend, Alice, so he decided to catch you when you were sitting alone in the cafeteria. “What’s going on with you recently?” Josh inquired, and you frowned, looking away from him as you tried to think about what you should tell him; you were too afraid to tell him about your feelings for him.

“It’s just - Something my ex said,” you murmured, and Josh scowled.

“What did he say?” Josh questioned, and you would be worried when he stood up. “I’ll beat the shit out of him,” he uttered, and you stood up, catching his arm.

“He - He didn’t say anything, I - I just,” you whined, “I lied, Josh.” Josh would visibly relax, glancing back at you. You drew a shaky breath, looking anywhere, but him. “I - I was too scared to tell you before-..” You murmured, your voice faltering.

“Y/n, what’s going on?” Josh pried, concerned as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

You hesitantly let your dark eyes meet his brilliant green ones, and you felt a little bit more comfortable; his eyes were a great provider of comfort to you. “I-..” You began nervously, rubbing your arm. “I think I’m - In love with you,” you murmured, and Josh would be surprised, but also relieved as he thought you didn’t feel the same way.

Josh frowned when he noticed that you were crying, and he wrapped his arms around you; you thought that things would never be the same again; that you’d lose him. “I’m so glad you told me that,” he responded in a genuine and jokey voice as he held you at arm’s length, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling when you noticed the mischievous glint in his eyes, “I was about to go and beat your ex up.” You giggled softly, lowering your head partially. “But, seriously,” he began, “I - I think that’s great, because - I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

You would be surprised, lifting your head to look up at him, your eyes wide. “Really?” You replied; you never thought he’d feel the same way for you.

Josh nodded, placing his hand on your cheek as he smiled warmly at you. “We both waited all that time thinking that we didn’t want each other,” he mused, and you nodded gravely, your eyes locking with his.

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[safin-supremacy]

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

!Potential TW: Mention of broken leg!

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

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

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

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

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

𖧷☭𖤍

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

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

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

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

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

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

“By what?” Safin inquired, curious.

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

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

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

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

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

𖧷☭𖤍

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

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

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

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

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

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[borhap-au]

Argument. Rami Malek x reader.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because someone has to pay the bills.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Rami-” 

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

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

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

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

“I thought I lost you forever, babygirl.” 

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

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

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

“Go with me.” 

“Hmm?” you raised your brow.

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

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

[r-ahh-mi]

He // Chapter 7

Prompt  II Chapter 1 II Chapter 2  II  Chapter 3 II Chapter 4 II Chapter 5 II Chapter 6 II

Pairing: Rami Malek x OC (Beth)

Warnings: Angst, Smoking, and Swearing

Word Count: 1.5k

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I could feel the tears beginning to ripple out from my eyelids, but I quickly wiped them away and off of my skin, both due to frustration towards myself and because I heard a small rustling of dishes coming from the kitchen. It must’ve been one of the boys going to grab a cup of water or a midnight snack of some sort and the shock of finding me outside in combination with me crying was something i didn’t want either of them to see.

I cowered further backwards, hiding myself from the bright outdoor light so that I was now pulled back into the blackness of the natural light of the moon. I thought I was safe as I continued to puff away on my ‘cancer sticks’ as my New York acclimated body temperature basked in the warmth of California during the winter months, that is until the glass door of the patio began to quietly and slowly move until it was partially open.

I immediately fell into a panic as I tapped the burning end of my cigarette against the stonewall of the outside of the house; as if that would somehow evade the air of my existence.

“Jesus fucking Christ!”

Rami’s voice was half grumbled, half exasperated as his body visibly jumped an inch off the ground.

“I’m--i’m sorry.”

Rami rolled his eyes at my nervous words and I couldn’t blame him. I must’ve sounded like a teenage girl who had just gotten caught by a parental figure when I was a fully capable and free willing adult woman.

I thought Rami would immediately retreat inside, but he did the exact opposite, though he did it very reluctantly, but nothing seemed to come between him and his nicotine-it seemed that much hadn’t changed from the old and new rami.

As much as he could, he pretended my existence was obsolete as he walked over to the pool set in the back yard and sat his body down so his legs were dangling in the water. Though California still got pretty warm during the winter months, it was still much too cold to even fathom the thought of coming near a pool that was anything but temperature controlled, but Rami didn’t seemed to mind as he dipped his bare feet into the pool, letting his legs freely hang as he took a puff of smoke in and out of his lungs.

It was really quiet for quite some time and I wasn’t wholly upset with that. The silence couldn’t have been worse than if we both had tried to talk to one another which I could only imagine would be short, snarky replies or just pure awkward tension and us trying to work out some normality to a conversation when, we both knew, that wasn’t what we wanted to talk about.

I could feel the burn from the partially lit stick in my hand begin to press closer to my fingers as I tapped the remaining ash onto the cement ground. After I took the last drag of smoke I placed the cigarette in a nearby ash tray that was nearly full to the brim with cigarettes that didn’t look far off from being fresh. Of course, this made my heart feel cold for the boys, but mainly for the one who I used to think was my soulmate. He always did smoke more when he was stressed, sad, or mad and I knew he was probably taking in a pack a day, at the very least--Sami probably wasn’t faltering too far away from him either i’m sure.

Now that my cigarette was absent, there wasn’t much of a purpose for me to be lingering outside so I began heading for the patio door, doing my very best to not look at or bother Rami.

“Is this how it’s going to be?”

I paused with my hand pressed slightly firmer than before as his soft, yet graveled voice rang through my ears. 

I turned my body so that I was facing him, but only slightly as my one hip resting against the door and my other hip seemed to be pointing directly in Rami’s direction. 

“What do you mean?”

Though I didn’t see it, I knew Rami was rolling his eyes just based off of the tone of the groan that left his chest as he let his hand fall to the ground and tap out the butt of his cigarette against the pavement lining the pool. 

“You know what I mean,” he said with his back still facing me which only seemed to get the blood in my lips boiling some more as I coated them with a swipe from my tongue.

“Oh, I'm sorry! Am I the one who was completely ignoring you basically all day? Am I the one who has barely said a word to you even though you are the very reason I am here.”

“I did speak first.”

I rolled my eyes heavily in response just hoping that it was convince both him and me that I wasn’t feeling tears beginning to fill up the very tips of my eyes.

I was frustrated and angry and my body always thought it best to release those emotions with a prickling of water droplets landing on my cheeks--it was always something I hated because I wasn’t able to hide my emotions well because my body wouldn’t allow me that sort of satisfaction. As I prepared for my emotions to show through, I turned my face back towards the door, ensuring that he wouldn’t get the satisfaction of seeing what resulted from him pushing my buttons.

I grasped the silver handle and thought it best if I just went inside, back to the unfamiliar room and left to wither away on a bed that consistently had me tossing and turning. The latch had nearly made contact with the door until Rami came up, running nearly at top speed, and caught the metal door just before it was able to properly shut all the way. To say I was surprised was not an understatement, but what I felt was a bit more thorough than shock. For the first time ever, I couldn’t pinpoint why he was doing what he was doing and I didn’t just mean blocking me from shutting the door--not that that didn’t also leave me very puzzled. In general, I just couldn’t figure out who this Rami was and that’s what scared me the most.

I stood with eyes that I'm sure spoke louder for me than my voice could’ve ever done in this situation as Rami just peered down at me with the softest expression that i’d seen from him since my arrival. Without fragmenting his eyes away from mine, he moved just the slightest bit forward and closed the door behind him--I responded my moving backwards, allowing himself more room, but it seemed as though he wasn’t quite fond of my action.

“Please, can we just be civil.”

“Civil”, I scoffed as my arms instinctively wrapped themselves around my middle. “You expect me to be civil when you call me at an absolutely ridiculous hour with no reason to give, fly me out here, against, with no reason given, and then I get here and we act like this!”

“Like what?” Rami looked at my annoyed expression with one that couldn’t have been more opposite as he lowered his head so his gaze was stuck to the floor.

I couldn’t stop myself as my legs began to walk back and forth in a pacing motion.

“Rami..” I started then paused as to allow myself a brief moment of breath. “You didn’t even have the balls to come see me yourself. Your fucking brother had to come inside the fucking coffee shop and bring me to the car where you were nothing but uninviting to me.”

Rami didn’t so much mumble a response; all he could manage to do was thumb away at the button placed at the very tip of his flannel sleeve.

“How on earth do you expect me to  want to talk to you when you clearly don’t want anything to do with me.. You’re just--god, you’re confusing me so much right now.”

My eyes hadn’t crossed there way over to Rami ever since I started pacing, but as soon as the subdued, soft sounds of sniffling began to sway through the air, I halted my uneasy pace. Though his eyes were not visible to me, the repetitive nature of these sniffles were easy to give him and his emotions away and I could feel nothing but great dejection as my feet stopped in their tracks.

Contrary to the vigorous energy and anger I was both thinking and speaking verbally, I wanted nothing more than for him to be happy. My intentions were never to send him spirally down into some sort of pit filled with despair and regret (though, that didn’t sound too awful..but…) I simply just wanted to be up front, or better yet, be honest! 

Rami still had his face tilted parallel to the floor, but now these were just the thinnest paths leaking down from his eyes, cheeks, and chin. 

He was crying.

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Life With You - Chapter 5

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Warnings: light petting, kissing, teenage angst 

Chapter 5 – 9th Grade

Freshman Year

I hope that when I look back on this time years from now, I remember the good times and think of it fondly, rather than what it really was for me…the absolute worst year of my life.

How did I get to this point? No best friend, no boyfriend? I guess if I start at the beginning, maybe I’ll figure it out.

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“Thanks for the ride, Yasmine!” I said, closing the door behind me, and waited on the sidewalk for Rami and Sami to grab their stuff from her car. I watched as kids filed into the front doors of the huge high school, from baby faced freshmen like me, to seniors who looked like full grown adults. I was full of a bunch of different emotions – I was excited yet anxious, nervous yet eager.

          “You ok?” Rami asked me, taking my hand as we ventured up the sidewalk, September sun shining in our eyes.

          “Yup. Just thinking about everything that’s happened,” I said and he nodded knowingly. At the end of last year, Amy’s dad took a job transfer, and they had to move to Arizona that summer. She and I stopped talking after the dance in 8th grade when she had kissed Rami. Despite her desperate apologies and excuses, I had had enough and she was too toxic to keep as a friend. Losing your best friend absolutely sucks. When we were kids, we talked about all the cool things we’d do in high school together, painting our faces for football games, dressing up for spirit days, proms, concerts, parties, everything. It hurt, as she and I had been best friends since first grade, but Emily, Rami and Sami were there to pick up the pieces whenever I fell apart, which was a lot at first. Slowly, but surely, I got over the hurt and moved on, spending all my time with Emily, Sami and Rami.

          Rami.

          I looked over at him, his blue eyes wide, taking in everything, and I smiled. Three years ago, the kid was cheating off my math tests and now he’s become my entire world. Since asking me to be his girlfriend last year, we have been having so much fun together. Our favorite thing to do together was go to concerts, and Yasmine was awesome at getting us tickets and driving us all over to see our favorite bands. My favorite band to see live was 311, and his was Sublime. We were dying for them to tour together at some point. When we weren’t going to concerts, we were at the record stores, searching the racks endlessly for new CD’s and new bands to listen to.

         I loved being a girlfriend, and Rami was an especially wonderful first boyfriend. He never missed calling me at night to talk before we went to sleep, sometimes we’d talk so long, we’d fall asleep on the phone together and wake to hear the others soft snoring. Needless to say, my parents are a little apprehensive about us being together, considering we are only 14 years old. They will not let me stay at his house past 7:00 pm, and Rami is not allowed to be in my house when they’re not home. They’re definitely strict about us being together, but we’ve been pretty good about not getting caught. Rami likes to steal kisses on our walks to the store at the gas station to buy Skittles and Milky Ways. My favorite, though, was when we took the shortcut behind the church and he would tug my hand slightly to stop me, pull me into his arms and kiss me slowly, exploring my mouth with his tongue, sending tingles up my spine. I’d make us take the shortcut as often as I could.

“Allie? Hello?” Sami snapped his fingers in my face and I blinked back to reality. “The bell just rang for homeroom.”

“Ok, well, I’ll see you at lunch?” I said. We were in different homerooms and had completely opposite schedules except for lunch.

“Later,” Rami said, sweetly pecking my lips. I smiled and watched the twins walk off down the hall.

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          The first semester passed quickly. Emily and I both made the cheerleading team, and were busy with practices during the week after school. She was one of the few 8th graders on the team, and we loved getting to be together, because we were not in the same school.

          “Pass me the eyeliner?” I asked. We were in the girl’s bathroom, getting ready for our first football game. Em rummaged through her makeup bag and handed me her black eye pencil. “Thank you, dear!”

          “Have you heard from Amy at all?” she asked, brushing her straight hair into its requisite high pony, then shellacked it into place with AquaNet.

          I coughed and waved the cloud of hairspray out of my face and she laughed.

          “Sorry!”

          “I can taste it! It’s…in my bloodstream!” I spluttered, laughing. “No, I haven’t spoken to her at all.”

          “She tried to message me on Messenger last night but I had an away message up and didn’t see her IM til this morning. She said she misses us.”

          “I bet.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you almost ready?”

          Emily placed her green and white bow on her head and wrapped the black elastic around her ponytail, then tugged on the sides of her pony to tighten it.

          “Let’s go.”

          We joined the rest of our team, wearing our black, green and white uniforms and pristine white sneakers. When we got out to the track circling the football field, the first faces I saw hanging out on the fence were Rami and Sami’s. They broke into huge, identical grins when they saw us come out and I blushed. I waved at Rami shyly and he winked at me, then they headed up into the stands to watch the game.

          When the game was over, we gathered our bags and mini pom poms. Rami ran down to the fence between the track and the bleachers, and I leaned over it for a kiss.  

“You hungry? Want to go to the diner?” he asked.

“Only if it’s just us – Emily and Sami need to get a room,” I snarked. I’d had my fill of watching Emily make cheer eyes at Sami during the game. Rami laughed.

          “Let’s go,” he said and met me at the entrance to the field. I took his hand and leaned my head on his shoulder.

          “I’m so glad you came,” I said.

          “Would I miss the chance to watch my hot girlfriend dance in that skirt?” he replied. Suddenly, I heard the distinct sound of my father clearing his throat behind us. Rami paled and dropped my hand.

          “Hi, Dad,” I stammered.

          “Sir,” Rami said, his eyes down. He was terrified of my father, despite the close friendship our parents had. My dad could be extremely intimidating when he wanted to be.

          “Allie will be going home with me and her mother,” Dad said.

          “Dad please? The whole team goes out to eat after the games,” I whined and he looked at me sharply.

          “You better be home by 10:30,” he warned. “Not a second later.”

          “Thanks, Dad. I will be, I promise.”

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          I breathed a sigh of relief as I closed my bedroom door behind me. It was 10:32. My parents were in their bed and I heard my dad snoring when I crept past their door. We’d had a great time at the diner, being obnoxiously loud and annoying, but everyone was happy and getting along. I was exhausted and fell into my bed without bothering to put on any pajamas. I smiled into my pillow as I remembered the intense kiss goodbye Rami had given me on the sidewalk outside my house and the feel of his lips on mine. I am pretty sure that I don’t want to kiss anyone else in my entire life.

          Saturday morning, when I woke up, the phone was ringing, and I heard my mom talking.

          “No, Rami, she’s still asleep, honey. Yes, I’ll have her call you back when she gets up…bye honey.” She hung up the phone and I heard her soft footsteps shuffle into my parents bedroom.

          I rolled over and stretched. I heard the deep murmuring of my dad’s voice and my mom’s quieter response. Narrowing my eyes, I crept out of my room and to their door, leaning my ear against it.

          “…too much time with him, Christine. She’s 14 for chrissakes.”         

         “You and I were together when I was 14, Greg. Give her a break.”

          “She’s my daughter. Did you hear what he said about her in the short skirt? I’m not going to have her getting pregnant by this kid and not finishing high school.”

          “Oh, stop. You’re completely overreacting. She’s a good kid, and so is he. Besides, they’re not having sex. She’s not ready.”

          At that point, I almost threw up in my mouth, hearing my parents discussing my “sex” life. My mom was right, I’m not ready, I am 14 for (to quote my dad) chrissakes. I walked away from their door and went into the bathroom to shower. After showering, I threw on a pair of shorts and a tank top and went to call Rami back. I didn’t tell him the conversation I’d overheard, but we did make plans to go to the movies that night. A new movie about like, a meteor or something, Armageddon, had just come out and Rami and Sami were dying to see it.

          We were in the middle of a deep discussion about the new band we’d just discovered, New Found Glory, when the line clicked.

          “Allie. Get off the phone, now.” My dad, never one to mince words.

          “Dad!”

          “You’re not the only person that lives in this house, young lady, and others need to use the phone.”

          “Fine. See you tonight, Ram.” I waited until I heard the other line click off, knowing my dad had hung up the kitchen phone.

          “Sorry, baby,” he whispered into the phone.

          “It’s not your fault my dad is a jerk,” I whispered back. “Can’t wait to see you later.” We hung up and I went to my room to do some homework, knowing my parents wouldn’t let me go out tonight unless I had something done for school.

          Two hours later I had an essay written for English, and my math project was started. My door opened slowly, and my mother poked her head in.

          “Hi, honey,” she said. “How is the work going?”

          “Fine.”

          “Can we talk?”

          I nodded and she sat on my bed.

          “Allie, your dad and I…we have some concerns about you and Rami.”

          “Oh my God Mom, not you too,” I moaned and buried my face into my pillow.

          “Yes, me too, honey. I like Rami, I always have. He’s such a sweet boy and you’ve been friends for such a long time. But now that you’ve taken it to the…next level, I want to set some boundaries for you two.”

          “More? He’s already not allowed here, and I can barely hang out with him outside of school.”

          “And it’s going to stay that way. In addition, we’re limiting your phone time.”

          “Are you kidding me, Mom? What have I even done that’s so bad?”

          “Shall I mention a certain phone call I received from one of your teachers, who let me know that you are currently on the verge of failing science?”

          “Science is stupid, and Rami has nothing to do with that,” I cried. “Mom, please!”

          “When your grade in science comes up, then we will consider easing up a bit. I realize you think you’re in love with Rami…”

          “MOM!”

          “And this is your first boyfriend, and I totally understand this infatuation stage. But you can’t let everything else go because you have a boyfriend. You already lost Amy because of him coming between you girls.”

          “Mom. You have no idea what even happened with her. Don’t bring her into this, she has nothing to do with me and Rami.”

          “All I’m saying is that I don’t want you to miss out on things because you’re wrapped up in him.”

          “What if I want to be wrapped up in him? He makes me happy. Is that such a bad thing?”

          “No, honey, of course not. Just remember that he’s not the only fish in the sea.”

          “So when I get better grades in science, I can talk to him on the phone again?” I asked, ready for this conversation to be over.

          “Yes. However, if I get another call from the school about anything, we’re going to have to have another conversation.”

          She got up from my bed and I flopped on my back, staring at the ceiling.

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          A few weeks passed quietly. We followed the rules. We behaved. Until one day, we didn’t.

          “Come on!” Rami grabbed my hand and pulled me into a stairwell, shoving the door shut behind him with his foot. This stairwell was one that no one used during the school day, in the back of the building.

          “Rami!” I giggled his name as he pushed me against the cool tile wall and kissed me. I tangled my fingers in his hair, and he pressed his body against mine as we made out earnestly. He let out a low groan between kisses and I swallowed hard. He slid his hand up my side until he was just under my breast, and he opened his eyes.

          “Can I…” he whispered and I nodded. He placed his hand on my chest over my shirt and gently squeezed, and I leaned in to kiss him again. This was the furthest we’d ever gone and I was getting lost in the sensation of his hands on me, and his lips, warm, soft and wet on mine.

          So lost in each other we were, that when a door opened above us and footsteps fell on the stairs, neither of us noticed.

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          “MOM! You can’t let this happen!” I screamed, sobbing into my hands.

          “Allie – I’m sorry. We told you that if we had another call from the school, we’d have to have another conversation.”

          “You did NOT tell me that this conversation was going to end with you sending me to live with Grandma – in New York!” I wept. My fathers mother lived in New York City, completely across the country.

          “Allison,” my father used my full name only when he was truly pissed off at me. “Your English teacher caught you and that boy with his hand… I can’t even say it! How the hell do you think that is appropriate? In school?” he roared.

          “I’m sorry, Daddy!” I cried. “Please…please don’t send me to live with her. I…can’t. Please! I don’t know anybody there!”

          “You made this choice, Allison.”

          “You’re completely overreacting! Can I have one more chance? I promise – I will not let anything happen.”

          “No. You will go there for the rest of the school year. Grandma’s already enrolled you in The Spence School.”

          “The all girls school?”

          “Yes. We are not going to take any chances, Allison.”

          I looked at my mother, who was staring at the floor.

          “Mom?”

          “I’m sorry honey. It’s out of my hands,” she said quietly.

          “I hate you both!” I shouted and bolted up the stairs to my room.

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          “I can’t believe you’re leaving,” Rami said sadly, his head in his hands. “This is all my fault. I…” he coughed and swiped at his eyes quickly. We were sitting on the steps of the back deck at his house. My jailers were kind enough to let me go to his house to say goodbye.

          “No, it’s not,” I took his hands in mine and kissed his fingers, tasting his salty tears.

          “You’re going to come back, though, right?” he asked, and I shrugged.

          “I’m going to get the best grades, and do everything right, so I can come back to you. I promise.”

          “We will still talk on IM, every day,” he declared.

          “Every day,” I said, and leaned my forehead to his.

          “Don’t forget about me, ok?”

          I laughed. “As if that’s possible. I…I love you, Rami.”

          He brushed his nose against mine. “I love you, Allie.” He brought his lips to mine and kissed me chastely. Tears fell from my eyes and I broke the kiss, pulling him into a hug.