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gabrielandcrsens · 4 years

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*VESTAHQS TASK #001_

GENERAL STATS

BASIC INFO

Name: Gabriel Frederik Andersen

Pronunciation: Gab-ree-elle Fred-eh-reek An-der-senn

Nickname(s): Gab, Gabi, Ellie, Ragnarok (i don’t take questions)

Age: 38

Date and place of birth: April 1st, Sacramento, California

Astrological sign: Aries

Gender: Cis male

Pronouns: He/His

Nationality: American

Ethnicity: Swedish, Ashkenazi Jewish, remote Swiss-German & French

Occupation: Optometrist

Education: Optometry at the University of California Davis

Religious beliefs: Raised Jewish, does not practice.

THE PHYSICAL

Height: 5′11

Body Type: Fit, muscular

Hair: Brown

Eyes: Blue

Clothing Preferences: Proper, casual, the suit and tie vibe (but without ties).

Defining Features: A star if Inanna/Ishtar (Mesopotamian Goddess of Sex, war, justice and political power, worshipped during several civilizations) tattooed on his neck that he usually covers with turtle neck sweaters, a goofy smile and a heart shaped birth mark on his pinky finger.

Voice Tone: Husky

Blood-Type: AB-

Allergies: Popsicle sticks (they give him the creeps and he decided it’s an allergy) & walnuts.

ROMANCE

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Romantic Orientation: Biromantic

Do they have a type: Good conversationalists to take him out of his shell, generally warm people.

Pet peeves: Arroguance, dishonesty, infidelity.

PERSONALITY

Likes: the smell of old books, empty movie theaters, eating leftover pizza for breakfast, stuffed animals.

Dislikes: Impatience, winters, glasses dirtied by dust or raindrops, popsicle sticks, grape flavored candies.

Ambivert, introvert or extrovert?: Introvert outside of work, extrovert at work.

FAMILY

Siblings: older twin sisters, Emiliana & Erika (40), a younger brother named Matthias (35)

Birth order: Middle

Parents: Katarina Anderson née Larsson & Samuel Andersen

Children: A daughter (deceased) named Annelise

Do they want kids: Yes

SKILLS

What language(s) do they speak: English

What are they talented at: Entertaining kids, jigsaw puzzles, cooking, matching a glasses frame to a person’s personality.

What is a hidden talent no one knows of: He would make a very great therapist, he welcomes people’s struggles and pain and listens to them; he also has a pretty decent knowledge in Ancient History.

What are they worst at: Dealing with hangovers, not crying during movies & controlling his road rage when he’s in a rush to pick up food after a long day at work.

A DEEPER LOOK

WHAT IS THEIR RELATIONSHIP WITH THEIR FAMILY LIKE?:

Normal, or so he says. He had a great childhood, was loved and validated, as much as his siblings. Everyone supported his career in optometry, since it seemed to be the tradition among the Larsson & Andersen to pursue a career related to health. Father is a retired physician, Mother a clinical nurse, Emiliana is a plastic surgeon & Erika is a pedriatric doctor. Frederik aimed to be an ophtalmologist, he happens to have a very poor tolerance of blood. Matthias was different, he was more artistic than anything else. He ended up writing and illustrating children books. Everyone could do their own thing. After the death of his daughter, Gabriel left his family and decided to isolate himself more. He only sees them during birthdays or holidays. He’s fine with that. Them? Not so much. His father, who is a little bit over 60 years-old, wants to focus on a more political life, and having a son who avoided jail because he paid lawyers and detectives incredible amounts of money to erase the crime and another one who escaped to the other side of the country without even leaving a note do not make the best reputation.

Gabriel remains somewhat close with one of his sisters, Erika. She participated in giving all the care Annelise needed not to be in pain when she was at the hospital, crossing rules and letting Oliver stay in the room for as long as he wanted. From time to time, she visits him.

DESCRIBE THEIR PERSONALITY:

At work, he’s a literal angel. He is very warm, welcoming and easy going. The most nervous person could let him do all the tests he needs to accomplish, because he would reassure them along the way. He is thoughtful, he always remembers tiny details about his patients. He’ll wander around the front of the clinic and help his patients pick their glasses. He adds a few of them on Facebook, especially kids he followed for a long time because he is genuinely proud of them.

Personally, he is more reserved. He’s an amazing friend and listener. He genuinely wants to take people’s pain away from them and deal with it so those he cares about can be freed. It takes a while to break his shell, but when you get there, he’s pretty close to his work persona.

ARE THEY HAPPY WHERE THEY ARE IN LIFE:

Professionally, absolutely. He loves his job, he loves helping people and he loves making others feel better. Personally, he is satisfied. He is single and it is fine for him. He was a single parent anyway, because Annelise’s mother disappeared out of his life not long after her birth. So he’s not happy happy, but he’s not complaining either.

WHAT IS THEIR DREAM:

Having a child. Annelise was his whole life and when she died during a car accident when his brother was driving under the influence of alcohol. It’s been haunting Oliver ever since. He does not want to replace the memory of Annelise. He just felt like his daughter was his purpose.

#trying to hide the hole inside my head (about).#vestatask

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imtrynnawriteshit · 5 years

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Rami Malek x reader

For @angelfuzzy2!

I do feel like the ending could've been better, but honestly, what's writing without a lil regret, amirite

I did my best to do the request justice, so I hope it's come out fine! Reiterating: I know nothing about music, so if it sounds like I don't, that's why haha

(also if someone would teach me how to pick titles I would rlly appreciate it)

Request: Can I ask what If like , rami(Freddie Mercury) gets a co star in the bohemian Rhapsody movie right (it’s au) and the actress sings in the movie , but in real life is a pop star , and rami(and Freddie ) falls for her ( like how David Bowie sang in labyrinth, but he’s a real life singer)

Words: 1439

Warnings: swearing again haha

Movie: Bohemian Rhapsody

Characters: Reader, Rami Malek, Bryan Singer (mentioned), Ben (mentioned), Joe (mentioned), Gwilym (mentioned)

Relationships: Rami Malek x reader

"Rami! Come on over, there's someone I'd like you to meet!"

Rami, who had just walked in, cradling a cup of coffee, turned to see Bryan Singer waving him over. It was only as he headed towards him that he noticed another figure standing behind him, practically hidden away until he was close enough to see them.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N).

Rami almost froze mid-step, but managed to force his legs to work. It probably wasn't the smoothest recovery, but that would just add to his charm, right? Right?

You glanced at him as he approached, and the smile you gave him made his palms sweat and stomach knot.

He really didn't know how he was going to get through this shoot without royally fucking up around you.

Rami had been extremely excited to meet you ever since he found out you were going to be his co star and love interest. He'd been a huge fan of your work for as long as he could remember (well, since you'd started working in the entertainment industry anyway). Your albums? He'd bought them all. Movies you'd starred in? He'd watched them all.

He supposed he was a casual supporter.

Haha.

Ha.

Thankfully, he hadn't embarrassed himself yet. With that thought in mind, he lifted his hand in an awkward little wave as you stuck yours out to shake it.

Oh no.

Letting out a nervous laugh, he lowered his hand, grasping yours and praying you couldn't tell he was trembling.

"Hi, I'm Rami."

"(Y/N). It's great to finally meet you. I love your work."

If Rami had been excited before, he was over the moon now. If only he knew you were going through the same thing.

You'd barely slept the night before, mulling over how to introduce yourself best to everyone. And especially to Rami Malek. Your fucking idol. You'd come up with the perfect, fool proof plan, only for it to go right out the window the moment you saw him. Your brain was going a mile a minute, and all it was doing was berating you for trying to shake his hand.

For fuck's sake, who even did that anymore?

You almost winced when he laughed, somehow managing to keep your cool as his warm hand wrapped around yours.

Yeah, you're still not quite sure how you handled it.

You continued to make small talk, getting to know each other, and by the time you two were comfortable enough to relax and crack a couple of jokes, you'd been beckoned thrice by now impatient makeup artists. As you took your leave of him, you were both glad the other person couldn't see the goofy grins blossoming.

"And cut! Great job, guys, take five, and we'll work on the next scene."

Rami immediately turned to find you. After having finished god knows how many days of filming, he'd grown close to you. Closer, he liked to think, than you were to the other boys.

Jealousy? Never heard of it.

He saw you standing off to the side, script in hand and concentration evident in your features as you went through your lines. Before he could take a proper step in your direction, though, he was stopped by a wall of people.

Three people, to be specific.

Rami rolled his eyes as Ben, Gwilym and Joe smirked down at him, "I don't like this."

Joe smiled wider, if that was possible, "don't like what?"

"Your faces, at the moment. What the fuck are you doing?"

They shared a look, before turning to look at you, then back at Rami, eyebrows raised.

Oh no.

"No, whatever you're thinking of, don't do it."

Ben shot him a look of mock disbelief, "don't you trust us?"

"Frankly speaking, no."

Joe clapped a hand on his shoulder. Hard. "Kinda rude, but whatever. You need to stop pining and make a fucking move. Today. Not just because I'd win the bet, but because everyone is sick of seeing you two flirt every second of every day. Sick. It's sickening."

"Wait, what bet-"

"What Joe means", Gwilym interrupted, "is that you should definitely make a move. No need to hurry, you don't have to do it today, take as much time as you need. Do it tomorrow. Or later this week. Both are good. But for the love of God, do it."

"Would you keep your voice down?", Rami hissed, seeing that you'd spotted the four of them and were making your way over.

"What are you guys whispering about?"

Ben smiled a little too innocently, making Rami glare at him and you tilt your head in confusion, "actually, Rami was just telling us about how he hasn't been able to figure out the piano yet."

"Figure out the piano?"

"Yeah, finger placements or whatever. Hey, you play the piano, don't you?"

"Yes?"

By this point, Joe and Gwilym had caught on, and Rami wanted to die. Ben was a lot of things. Subtle wasn’t one of them. You, to your credit, were beginning to suspect something, but didn't have a chance to think about it as Joe put his arm around your shoulders, "so (Y/N), why don't you teach him? He might learn faster if he's being taught by a professional, you know?"

Curiouser and curiouser.

Letting go of your doubts (for now), you nodded, smiling at Rami, "sure! If you'd like, we could start today, once we're done filming. What do you think?"

Rami muttered something about it being perfect as you turned away to get ready for the next scene. Words couldn't even begin to describe how grateful he was that you didn't see him punch a cackling Joe's arm.

It was the end of the day, and almost everyone had gone home, with the exception of a few stragglers. Today had been tiring, and you couldn't wait to get home.

Fortunately, Rami was right on time.

You stood up straight from where you were leaning against the piano and waved him over.

"Hey! Have you decided what to work on?”

“Oh yeah, a lot of stuff.”

You frowned, “specifics, Rami. What do you need help with?"

"Um..finger placements?."

"Yes, but- you know what, never mind, we'll figure it out. Let's just start with Bohemian Rhapsody, shall we?"

You sat down on the bench, patting the spot next to you. Your pulse was racing as he plopped down beside you, and you had to almost physically restrain yourself from leaning against him when his arm brushed yours. Clearing your throat, you played the opening to the song slowly, letting him observe the keys.

"Why don't you try? Go slow, one key at a time."

Rami placed his fingers on the keys, some of them (intentionally) incorrectly. You adjusted his fingers before awkwardly placing your hands in your lap. And then he played.

And you knew you were right to have been suspicious.

"You needed help, huh?"

Rami froze, gulping audibly, a small "fuck" escaping him. He'd forgotten the instructions drilled into his head by the others (“pretend you’re an absolute moron who wouldn't know music if it slapped him on the arse”), driven only by a need to impress you. He glanced at you.

Your expression was expectant and even though he could see a glimmer of amusement in your features, he panicked, stumbling over his words.

“I- I didn't- um I just-I'm a quick learner?”

You signed, shaking your head, “I wasn’t born yesterday, you know. What's really going on?”

Rami wasn't sure what to say. He could tell you the truth, but what if you didn't feel the same? Taking a deep breath, only stopping to say “fuck it”, he decided to trust Gwilym (“trust me, its definitely worth a shot, mate”) and go for it. He turned to face you, his hands hesitantly coming up to cradle your face as he leaned closer, "can I kiss you?"

You were taken aback. This was the last thing you had expected.

Not that you were anything but pleasantly surprised.

Not wanting to take too long and make him think otherwise, you quickly whispered a "yes", closing the distance between the two of you. A while passed before you broke apart, and you laughed as you did.

"This whole thing was a ploy for you to ask me out, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"You could've just asked."

"Hey, I was going to, but then those three happened. I didn't have anything to do with this!"

You only chuckled, glad the “trio of insufferable assholes” (as Rami was now calling them) had taken matters into their own hands.

You both were, really, no matter how much Rami denied it.

#rami malek x reader #rami malek #rami malek imagines #bohemian rhapsody imagine #bohemian rhapsody movie #brian singer mentioned #gwilym lee mentioned #ben hardy mentioned #joe mazzello mentioned #mine

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sevenswifey · 6 years

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Belladonna & Foxglove

A single cherry blossom petal is in her hand, stained with bright red blood. It’s bruised, from the the journey it took from her lungs to her hand, but it’s still beaming innocently up at her, reminding her of why she’s coughing up flowers in the first place- innocent love.

She couldn’t remember exactly when she had fallen in love with the silver haired actor, all she knew was that somewhere along the way, Zen had caught her by the ankle with his charm. His ruby eyes, his flirtatious nature, his unparalleled skill, all turned her into mush. But it was exactly those things that made her love him, that made her shy away from him. She looked at him with starry eyes, and she was sure he was a star too far out of her reach. So here she was, coughing up flowers and blood, perfumed and pink, like a heart in love.

Hanahaki, her mind whispered, you have hanahaki. Tears blurred her vision, blotching her face and thinning the blood on her hands. She wept until there were no more tears to shed, and got up from her position on the bathroom floor. Her immediate thought after recovering (somewhat) from the shock of her situation, was to call Seven. He was her best friend in the RFA, always making her feel better when she was down, and he knew enough about sadness to just be sad with her when she needed. He was the best person to help her deal with this, he had clever jokes and soothing words. Before she knew it, she was punching in his number, and whispering, “Saeyoung,” “I need you, I, don’t know what to do right now, can I see you?” For all of his goofiness, she knew he would it was serious, and she knew he would come to her rescue. She needed someone to be her knight right now.

“Right away, I’m already in the car.”

“Thank you, thank you, I really don’t want to be alone right now.”

Twenty minutes later, (Suspiciously fast, she suspected he raced over. She would have lectured him if she wasn’t so relieved to see him), he was furiously ringing her doorbell furiously and sweeping her into his arms. It was all too easy for her to break down right then and there, despite her resolve to get a hold on herself.

He slowly untangled himself from her, grasping her shoulders, eyes wide, asking her a plethora of questions. She stared at him numbly, only responding to his feverish shaking by handing him the bloody petal. Tears began to leak from her eyes as he stared at her in shock, and, soon enough, she was coughing again, more tears, more blood, and more cherry petals. Seven rubbed her back and whispered soft words until her breathing evened out again, and he knelt beside her, wiping the blood off her face.

“Who is it, MC? Who’s done this to you?”

She shook her head.

“I’ll just have to guess, then. Is it someone in the RFA?”

She blinked.

“I’ll take that as a yes then. Who is it? Jumin? Yoosung? Jaehee? Zen?”

At the last one, she let out an involuntary gasp, which did not go unnoticed by Saeyoung.

“Zen, then? He’s the one who caught the heart of the RFA’s princess?”

She nodded, surprised and unsurprised that he found her out so quickly.

He gave her a devilish grin, which caught her off guard, what with the gravity of the situation, and she looked at him in shock.

“What are you planning?”, she whispered.

He put his finger to his lips, and spoke softly. “A secret,” he told her.

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Over the next few days, she continued to cough up more flowers, the number of petals and spots of blood increasing by the day. They were always bright, pure-hearted flowers, like roses, lilies, and strawberry blossoms. It infuriated her, these smiling flowers, that belied the true nature of the disease. The blooms should have been belladonna, or foxglove. They would have at least been truthful, poisonous and beautiful, just like hanahaki.

While the flowers continued to sprout in her lungs, Saeyoung kept an air of secrecy, always checking up on her, but insisted (with a sincere apology), that the Defender of Justice was very hard at work, and he’ll see her very soon, she just had to wait on him a little longer.

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After the longest week of her life, her face pallid and her lungs worn out (she could have made a morbid bouquet to give to Zen with all the flowers her body made), Seven finally appeared on her doorstep, ecstatic and beaming. His cheery expression faded a little when he saw how poor she was looking, but nevertheless remained positive.

“MC! I’ve been working on a surprise for you! I’m sorry it took so long, but you see, Zen has good and security and all and-”

“Saeyoung, Saeyoung, slow down. What’s this about Zen’s security? What did you do?”

He flushed, and looked rather sheepish before speaking.

“Well, you see, first I had to figure out Zen’s schedule, and when he had an opening, and I had to insert a block of time where he would be on some sort of “meeting” at a nice restaurant, book that time at the restaurant, and voila! I scheduled a date for you to confess your feelings to Zen and begin your happily ever after- hanahaki free.”

She was shocked, confused, amused, and nervous all at the same time.

“Sae- Sayoung, why? I couldn’t possibly do that, and you really didn’t have to do all that for me, really, me, who hides behind emails all day, and barely manages to go to the party, and that’s only because you drag me? I don’t think I could possibly confess my feelings like that, really Saeyoung, thank you for all your effort, but I don’t think all be going.”

“Aw, but, MC! I put in so much work and sneaking around so Vanderwood didn’t catch me! Plus, don’t you want Zen to see you all dolled up?”

She flushed deeply at that, and she was beginning to feel that is wasn’t such a terrible idea. She really did love to dress up, and she’s hate to see all of Seven’s work go to waste………...so before she knew what she was doing, the words blurted out of her mouth. “Alright, Agent Seven-Oh-Seven, I’ll do it.”

“Great! We only have a few hours, but don’t worry, I have some beautiful dresses you can borrow!”

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This was a terrible idea. Surely Seven knew her better than this? I mean, she did look killer, and to waste all the work put into this evening would be a shame, but with the way she was shaking, she’d be extremely lucky to get out of all of this with only a few blows to her pride.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t see him coming, and nearly jumped a foot into the air when he shouted her name.

“MC! You look gorgeous! What are you doing here? On a date? I’m just on my way to a meeting, running a little late actually, the trams at this time of day are always late.”

It’s now or never.

“Actually, yes, I am on a date, and you aren’t late for any sort of meeting, you’re just in time for a date with me.”

Phew.

“Um, sorry? That doesn’t make any sense, my schedule clearly said, unless I misread something-”

“You didn’t misread anything, and I’m sorry for tricking you. You see, it’s been so long since I saw you, what with our busy days and everything, that I really, really missed you. I convinced someone to help me pull a few things and bring you here. Again, I’m really sorry, I was so stupid and couldn’t just ask you-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! I’m actually really relieved I’m not late for anything, my director would have been furious with me. I’m glad I get to spend an evening with such a beautiful woman.”

Thank heavens the makeup that covered her pale visage also helped cover her flush, because you could cook a steak all the way to charcoal on her face.

“Let’s go inside? It’s a little windy and you’re shivering, plus I’m absolutely starving.’’

She nodded. “Yes, of course, thank you. Let’s get you something to eat.”

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Her burst of courage from the sidewalk gone, she had taken to gulping glasses of wine down like there was no tomorrow. (Morbidly enough, for her, there might not be.) Her blood singing with liquid courage, she took a deep breath, and took the plunge.

“Zen, there’s another reason why I brought you out here. I mean, I really did miss you, a lot, but there’s something I want to tell you.”

“Hm, what is it?”

Now or never, now or never, breathe, you know what you have to say.

“I………...I love you. I don’t remember exactly when I fell in love with you, but somehow, you caught me by the ankle. I think you’re charming, beautiful, sweet, talented, and gentle. I’ve been so in love with you that I started coughing up flowers, and I decided to take that as a sign that I finally needed to tell you. I love you, Zen, more than anything in the world.”

Huh, she was crying. Oh, and after all those hours of effort too, what a waste.

“You- you love me?”

She nodded her assent.

“Oh thank heavens. I’ve been pining after you for so long, MC, I’ve been so afraid to say something, and-”

She cut him off by cupping his face in her hands.

“I love you, Zen.”

“I love you too, MC, I love you too.”

She kissed him, and he tasted like milk chocolate, and he smelled like vanilla, not the usual flowery scent he wore. Good, she was sick of flowers.

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She’s asked him to come along and wait for her in the car, in case she needed a quick escape. And so he’d waited. He felt nasty for spying, but he couldn’t help watching to see how it was going. When the kissed at long last, he smiled, and turned the ignition. She wouldn’t be needing him anymore tonight.

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A single pink cherry blossom is in his hand, stained bright red with blood.

A sigh, before tossing the petal away with disgust.

“I’m an idiot.”

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