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Somebody Else is All You Need

Request: Hi! Could I request some rami x reader fabulousness? Not gonna lie I kinda want it to be angsty but if you don’t wanna do that, it’s fine. You can do whatever you want (I just really want angst right now) love your writing :) xx – requested by @lara-ludbey

Read part two here!

Word Count: 3.5k hooooo boyyy 

Warnings: mentions of social anxiety at a party – there’s also quite a few heavy feelings (anger and loneliness for the most part) in this one, so please be aware of that as you’re reading if you’re on the sensitive side. 💜

A/N: sorry folks, i got super, super carried away with a backstory i really hope i don’t lose you before the end

also when i said i thrive on angst…

i wasn’t lying so please make sure your seatbelts are strapped tight before the flight thank you

You referred to Bohemian Rhapsody as both a blessing and a curse.

More specifically, it was a blessing for Rami. But a curse for you.

You knew fully well when you started dating that the both of you would have to make the distance work somehow, when Rami flew off to another state or even another country for months at a time to film.

You made sure to Skype each other at least once every other day while Rami was away filming. Sometimes you’d stay up till three or four in the morning talking about everything and nothing, while other times both of you would fall asleep until someone woke up briefly and noticed the video call was still going.

It was really hard sometimes, going to sleep with nothing but an empty space beside you. You managed — you might have been practically counting the hours until Rami came home most of the time — but you managed.

The events of Bohemian Rhapsody, however, proved to be a twist in your tale.

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Somebody Else Is All You Need (PART 2)

***There’s spoilers! if you haven’t yet, please read part 1 first HERE***

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: it’s sad, look out

A/N: here it is folks! the long-awaited, much-demanded part 2 to Somebody Else Is All You Need :) also, thank you to the anon who suggested Gwil play a bigger role in part 2 — you got my brain-gears turning and I can’t thank you enough ❤️

Research says it takes twenty-one days to break a habit.

If that was the case, you were never going to be able to make it a habit of not checking your phone to see if Rami had texted you.

It had been only four days. Four days since you last saw and spoke to him. And it wasn’t on good terms either.

Four days.

That was ninety-six hours without him.

Nine thousand, seven hundred and sixty minutes, which in seconds could be converted to-

You had to stop. This was getting out of control.

The more you replayed the fight in your head, the worse things got. Your mind was a pendulum, swinging back and forth between regretting leaving and then not regretting your decision. You had to face fact, Rami acted like a complete asshole.

But did that really justify you leaving the way you did?

Not to mention, Lucy was in the picture now — which was a whole other shitshow in itself, really.

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actual footage of roger holding brian’s girl (???)

Stress Relief

(Elliot x Reader)

Summary: You help Elliot relieve some tension after a rough week at work

Warnings: smut, submissive Elliot,

“I’m going to take Flipper out for a walk. She’s been crying all day.” I say over the phone and grab her leash from the counter.

“Fuck, will you feed her too? I think I forgot to put her food out before I left this morning.” Elliot sighs.

“Is everything alright, babe? You sound kind of stressed.”

“Yeah. There’s just this project at work I haven’t been able to get done yet.”

“I’m sorry, love.” I bend down to scoop Flipper up in my arms and kiss her little head. “I know you haven’t been sleeping either and I think that’s a bad combination. Do you think it could be your meds? I know that developing insomnia is one of the side effects.”

“I don’t know. Look, I need to go, but I’ll be home later.”

“Okay, I love you.”

We say our goodbyes and hang up. I feel bad for El; I mean he never gets a break. These days he’s always stressed and I don’t think he ever gets a full night’s sleep. I wish that there’s something I can do to help him.

I take Flipper around the block so she can get some of her energy out. I’ve loved her with my entire heart ever since Elliot brought her home. She’s really energetic for such a small dog, but I love running around the apartment with her.

I let Flipper off of the leash and she darts to the couch. Before starting to do what I needed for today, I make sure to fill her water bowl since she’s probably thirsty. I flash her a smile before I walk over to the closet.

I couldn’t move out of my parent’s house fast enough when Elliot offered for me to live with him. I packed everything I owned and was out within two days. It’s been about two years, and I figured that I should probably rummage through the box of old clothes that stays in our closet. Everything that doesn’t fit me, I’ll donate to GoodWill.

To get me in the right mood, I put on some music and get to work. It’s insane how much I’ve changed since high school, especially with taste in clothing. I start my two piles, one for things I want to keep and the other for things I’ll donate.

I’m just about to get to the bottom of the box, when I pull out something interesting. It’s my old uniform from high school that I had to wear every day. I went to a Catholic school, so that was a required part of the dress code, but I can’t believe that I still have it.

Damn, I wonder if it still fits me.

I walk over by the bed and strip off my shirt and jeans, placing them by the pillow. I slip on the button up shirt, which turns out to be tight as hell and doesn’t allow me to button the top ones closest to my neck. I leave my chest mostly exposed figuring that I’d take it off in a few minutes. I put the skirt on and then move to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror.

“This skirt is a lot shorter than I remember, Flipper.” I mutter.

She yips in response, causing me to smile. I walk out to her and shake my head, and she just wags her little tale.

I pick her up in my arms and nuzzle my face into her fur. The front door opens and Elliot steps in, throwing his keys down onto the kitchen counter. I turn to him with a smile and his face goes ghost white.

“You’re home early.” I say, bending down to place Flipper on the floor.

“W-What are you wearing?” El stutters, and remains frozen in place.

“It’s my old school uniform. I found it while I was going through the closet.” I frown at how stiff he is. “Everything okay, babe?”

“Yeah, just fine.”

I walk over and peck his lips quickly, letting my hands roam over his shoulders. But Elliot only seems to tense up more under touch. I know that he usually doesn’t let people touch him, but he’s gotten used to me over the years and I’m the only one that he’s comfortable with.

When he shifts uncomfortably, that’s when I notice his semi hard-on in his pants. A grin forms at my lips as I look up at him, and I let my hand wander down to palm him through his jeans.

“Do you want me to take care of you?” I ask in a seductive tone.

He lets out a little grunt, and his eyes gently close. “P-Please.”

I take my hand away for a moment and pull him into a heated kiss. Maybe this is what he needed to get that tension out. Oh god, all the things I could do to him. He’s usually the one to come home, throw me over his shoulder and have his way with me, but poor baby is so stressed that he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Go make yourself comfortable, I’ll be in there in a minute.” I order with a devilish smile.

Elliot doesn’t hesitate, and starts to unzip his hoodie as he walks over to the bed. I undo one of the buttons on my shirt, making my chest pop out a little more. Then, I open one of the cabinets and pull out a treat for Flipper so she has something to distract herself with. She happily takes the bone in her mouth and runs over to her bed, plopping down and starting to chew on it.

Elliot lays on the bed, shirt and jeans still on, looking at me with a sort of desperation in his eyes. I reach down and slide my panties down my legs kicking them to the side. With a grin, I climb on top and straddle him, lowering myself down on his crotch.

“Shirt off, baby.” I command, and tug at the bottom hem.

He sits up a bit, yanking it over his shoulders and tossing it to the side. I press my lips to his and run my fingers through his dark curls, tugging ever so slightly. As our kisses become more heated, I start to grind myself against him, causing an array of whimpers and small moans to leave his mouth.

“So sensitive for me, baby. What a good boy.” I coo, feeling my own arousal spike within me.

“Y/N… god, please.” He says in a breathless moan as my lips begin to attack his neck.

“Use your words.”

I start to suck at the little red mark I made just below his ear, and a whine escapes him. Elliot has never been this needy, not from what I’ve seen. He’s so in charge usually, so seeing him this submissive is a big switch. I kind of like being able to make him squirm this much though.

“I need… your lips around m-me. Please.” He begs.

My lips part from his neck, and I grab his chin gently to get his attention. “See, baby? All you have to do is ask and you shall receive.”

I stick out my tongue and bring it down to his collarbone, then letting it trail all the way down his chest to just below his navel. After getting his jeans and boxers off, I position myself. My hand wraps around him, and I start to pump him ever so slowly. I kiss his tip and listen as he starts to groan with my touch.

I tease his slit with my tongue a bit for good measure before taking him into my mouth by the tip. His body jolts with pleasure as I swirl my tongue around him. He his hand reaches down to grip my hair and push me down further, but I withdraw entirely.

“No touching. I know how badly you want this, baby, but I want to make sure you enjoy it while it lasts.” I hum and press a kiss to his cock again. “Be a good boy for me, okay?”

Elliot nods and withdraws his hand, then fisting it in the sheets beside him as I begin again. It’s slow, the way I work him up, but I know how good he feels purely based off of the sounds he’s making. I feel him twitch under me when he starts to get close, and his breathing picks up. So I take him out of my mouth entirely.

“Please, Y/N… let me cum… please.” Elliot breathes heavily.

“Not yet, love. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you do.”

I straddle him again, positioning my core right above him. Just for fun, I tease him against my my wet center just enough to drive him wild. I sink down, and try to hold back a moan as I do.

Elliot’s eyes close gently as I sink down further and start to rock my hips against him. I place my hands on his chest to sturdy myself.

“Look at me, baby. Watch as I ride you good.” I say breathlessly.

His eyes flutter open, and he doesn’t dare close them again. I pick up the place, feeling the intense pleasure myself as I fuck him. His hands move to grip my hips tight, guiding me against him, and at this point I don’t care if he touches me or not.

I’m so overwhelmed with the sensations running through me and I feel myself getting close. Elliot’s mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape, and I can feel him writhe under me. He’s muttering random words, unable to speak in coherent sentences anymore.

“Be a good boy and cum for me Elliot.” I growl.

We climax of the same time, and I rock my hips against him, trying to get the most friction out of it as possible. Elliot’s a moaning mess under me as he rides out the wave of pleasure that corses through him.

Breathless and covered in sweat, I slide off of him and flop over onto my back. We take a moment to come back to Earth after that insane high. Elliot melts into the mattress, completely sated.

“Did that help with the stress at all?” I ask, rolling over to face him.

“Stress is mostly gone now.” He mutters, and then flashes me a small grin. “But I think another round would make it go away completely.”

“Oh yeah?” I chuckle and kiss his lips.

“This time I get to be in control, though.”