Rami Malek Imagines

Yes

Y/F/R = Your Favorite Restaurant

I swear there's nothing good on T.V. at the moment. Super dramatic, over the top teen drama? Nope. Super bloody horror movie? Noooo. Keeping Up With the Kardashians? Hell no. I sigh in frustration. Why is there nothing good on? I just want to not be bored for once, or cringe at the quality of these shows. Or maybe I'm just frustrated because Rami isn't back from filming. 

It's seriously never taken this long before, not even for the previous Mr. Robot seasons. Sure, usually I am fine with him being gone for long periods of time because I've gotten used to it and I know that he'll be back before I know it. And my work was also a great form of distraction. I know how much he loves his job and I support him 100 percent, especially since things are going so well for him at the moment, but for some reason I've been missing him a lot more than I usually do. Not even work has been able to distract me from his absence. The video chats we have online whenever we both have a break from our jobs, and the phone calls we make every night until one of us falls asleep just doesn't seem to be enough this time.

Sure, sometimes it is great to have some alone time. 'Treat yo self' and all. But I guess I just miss having Rami here to come and and talk to face to face after a long day at work. Or I miss Rami cooking dinner with me, moving perfectly in sync around the kitchen like it's been choreographed. Or maybe I miss the feeling of having his strong arms wrapped around me as I fall asleep, or when he whispers soothing words in my ear as he cradles me after I've had one of my nightmares. Maybe it's all of the above. What I do know is that I miss him so much, it actually hurts.

I don't know when I even started to fall asleep, but I soon feel a pair of lips pressing against my forehead. Trying not to be startled by the sudden contact, I open my eyes cautiously to see Rami crouching down in front of me, his kind, smiling face absolutely beautiful in front of me with the glow of the T.V. behind him acting as a halo. This whole image causes me to immediately say; "is this a dream, or are you actually here? Please, don't tell me this is a dream."

Rami's smile widens as he lets out a small laugh and because of this, I already know the answer before he even says anything. "No, this isn't a dream. I'm really here, sweetheart." He smooths some stray hair behind my ear as I start shaking slightly with excitement.

"Your actually here." I quickly sit up and launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and legs around his waist making him fall on his ass, and I press my lips firmly against his. He gasps in surprise before I feel him wrap his arms around me just as tightly, relaxing into the kiss. "I've... Missed... You... So... Much..." I say in between kisses, not wanting to part from him.

"I've missed... You... So much... Too." He starts trailing his lips across my cheek and jaw, before going down my neck, sucking on my skin as he goes and I have to bite my lip to try and keep from moaning.

"Then show me." I say, breathlessly and he breaks away from my neck to look me in the eyes.

"What?"

"Why don't you show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you how much I've missed you." I say as I roll my hips, grinding down on his already half hard cock. His eyes dilate with lust as a wicked smirk replaces his smile.

"Let's go to bed then."

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We never actually made it to bed the first time. Or the second time for that matter. But with the third and fourth time we finally did. We definitely wasted no time memorizing every kink and curve of each other, and after we had a little sleep, we just lay there staring at one another with small goofy smiles on our faces. I run my fingers along his toned arm in a feather light touch.

"We need to get dressed, or we're going to be late." He breaks the silence, pressing a kiss on my forehead before he gets out of bed, leave me there dumbfounded.

"Going to be late for what?"

"I made us a dinner reservation. I want to catch up in a way that's not only in bed." He takes my hand and pulls me out of bed. "So come on and get ready." He says, pushing me towards the wardrobe, slapping me lightly on my ass, making me squeal and laugh.

After getting ready, we make our way down the street hand in hand, not yet talking but taking in one another's company, before we stop outside the restaurant. "Y/F/R?" I ask, looking at Rami.

"Yeah, because I know its your favorite."

"Only because its where we had our first date."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Well, that and they make a really good burger." This causes him to laugh, before he starts pulling me along to go inside and take our seat. After a beautiful and huge  meal of a burger and fries while catching up, and not being so lady like while eating, I finally ask the question I've been dying to ask. "So, are you going to tell me what happens in the final season of Mr. Robot?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow.

"You know I can't, honey." He chuckles, making me groan.

"Why not? I'm dying to find out." 

"Well, I guess your just going to have to wait to find out just like everyone else, aren't you?"

"But I don't want to." I mumble making him chuckle even more, only to be interrupted by the waiter.

"And, here is your dessert."

"I'm sorry, but we didn't order any-" My words disappear as I look down at the miniature cake in front of me, decorated with flowers on the outside and the words 'Will You Marry Me?' written in the most beautiful cursive font I have ever seen. My heart leaps to my throat  and my eyes grow wide as I take in the words. "Rami?" I ask, my voice choked up, but when I look up, he isn't sitting in front of me. Instead, he is right beside the table in front of me, kneeling down on one knee. I can hear a few people gasp in the background but my focus is solely on Rami.

"Y/N. I've been wanting to do this since the moment I first saw you. I even got your parents permission to do this before filming started and have had this planned in my head the whole time. Y/N, I love you so much. Through the whole time we have been together, you have done nothing but support me and love me, and hopefully I have done the same for you. I know that I don't want to spend another moment longer without at least asking you. So, Y/N  Y/L/N, will you marry me?" For what felt like the longest time, I couldn't seem to form any words, instead nodding my head vigorously, tears streaming down my face until finally, I manage to say...

"Yes."