◾ The boy just loves watching the stars from his bedroom window every night. It’s just something that helps him recharge, particularly when his moms called the cops, he’s now grounded and she’s shouting at him because she’s worried over him. It’s his niche.
◾ Embry is quiet, he’s always in his own head, tbh he’s more scared of saying the wrong thing than saying nothing at all.
◾ The boy is a total sap and definite romantic. He’ll watch classics when his moms not around, he’s not on patrol or at school. He’ll just sigh dreamily and kinda want something like in the movies. Though once his pack mates find out, he’s ripped for it.
◾ Embry loves to draw, on the inside he’s really sensitive so drawing or anything creative allows him to get this energy out. It’s especially so when he’s shaking hard at home and trying not to phase.
◾ If Embry is to speak, it’s usually important and deep, – unless it’s with Jake and Quil or the pack -.
◾ The boy just wants a cuddle buddy, he feels so lonely.
◾ He always tries to hide it, but he blushes a lot when people tease him.
◾ Mega ticklish on his ribs.
◾ Anything that he’s interested in he’ll spend hours researching, but is always too scared to say it to anyone in case he’s judged. lil precious bean.
◾ Tbh Embry loves his mum a lot and it sucks that she’s not allowed to be in the loop when Emily and Bella are. So he’s pretty sad about that lots of the time.
◾ Embry is loyal, sticks through with his friends and pack. He’s always one to back people up who need it.
◾ Definitely is a hoe for Disney. He’s got every line of every movie memorized in his head.
◾ Embry’s not got much but he wants to give what he can to someone nearest and dearest.
◾ Emily softly teases him about being a romantic, which makes him blush like mad.
◾ Is a good singer, but doesn’t think he is, so if he even hears anyone in the house, he’ll shut the hell up.
◾ Loves to bake, but he’s so bad at it. He always get’s covered in the mess or burns something to a charcoal crisp. He’s banned from the kitchen at Emily’s.
◾ He’s super passionate and protective underneath it all, so he get’s easily worked up by his emotions and stuff. Sometimes he’ll have tears stinging his eyes and the poor bb!
◾ Is such a softie tbh.
◾ When he smiles, it lights up the whole world. He’s so fckin precious.
◾ He’s such a bloody dork I love him.
◾ So klutzy he doesn’t know how he’s alive, though the shapeshifter abilities have helped remarkably.
◾ He drools and talks when he sleeps.
◾ Tbh he just wants to be loved and accepted.
FLUFFY RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR EMBRY CALL:
◾ As stated above, Embry’s in love with looking at the stars, and you’re so important to him that he’ll share that activity and space with you.
◾ He’s a total sucker for your affection and loves it when he’s got his head in your lap and you’re playing with his hair. It’s the most relaxing and heartwarming thing to him. He’s also such a cutie that he tends to fall asleep.
◾ Loves tracing his fingertips nimbly on your skin. The little things just mean so much to this little shit.
◾ When you stop playing with his hair or paying attention to him, he’ll just nuzzle his face into your belly or neck and open one dark eye.
◾ You can’t resist his adorable as shit puppy eyes.
◾ Embry loves holding your hand, smoothing his thumb over the back of it. Contact is important to this boy.
◾ Always has to move your hair from your face (if you have hair and no, it doesn’t matter whether you’re female, male, trans, non-binary, etc.) because he just can’t get enough of how perfect you are.
◾ He’ll always stroke your cheek.
◾ Deep conversations of the future. Embry talks more around you, especially when you’re both on your own. He’s so comfortable around you and you always listen to what he’s got to say.
◾ Hugs from behind and squishy bear hugs.
◾ Is a complete blushing mess 110% of the times you’re around.
◾ Talks fondly and so lovey dovey of you, so much so that pack just had to stop teasing you guys.
◾ Embry recalls everything! He’s always going to remember special dates.
◾ Cuddles so warm and fuzzy: He’s always hanging onto you, refusing to let go.
◾ It’s even better when it’s winter because then you just NEED him to survive, in his words.
◾ He opens up to you about how guilty he feels about hi mum not beinng in the loop and you comforting him.
◾ This boy would throw himself in front of a bullet for you.
◾ Can’t seem to string together coherent sentences so you kiss him to shut him up.
◾ You’re forced to watch Disney with him 25/8.
◾ Doesn’t have much but will give you the entire damn world, okay? Treat him write.
◾ Sings you to sleep after you have a nightmare. You’re obsessed with how he sounds and he get’s so red in the face about it.
◾ He’s shit at baking as we’ve discussed, but he’ll bring you these burnt chocolate chip cookies, with a streak of flour on his cheek aND HOW CAN YOU NOT ACCEPT HIM? HOW IS IT POSSIBLE TO NOT LOVE HIM ANY MORE?!
◾ He’s super passionate and protective of you that when he stands up for you, he’s just shaking messily, – eyes watering and he’s got to stop himself from crying and shifting at the same time -.
◾ PLEASE PROTECT THIS LITTLE BEAN!
◾ Loves to listen to your voice and gets super lost in it.
◾ You make him smile so much you’d think his cheeks would fall off by now.
◾ Total gushing mess.
◾ He’ll always share interesting facts with you or draw you or give you a drawing.
◾ Tries slow dancing with you at Emily’s when no one else is around and have gone to the beach.
◾ He steps on your foot.
◾ The pack just walk in and never let him live it down oml.
◾ Forehead kisses.
◾ Boy is respectful of you asf! Like you want that short af haircut? YOU GO FOR IT!
◾ Kisses where you both end up knocking each others heads together.
◾ Kissing each others boo boos.
◾ Embry is a total klutz around you.
◾ A mega dork too, tbh.
◾ Blushes when you wear his shirts.
◾ Soft and mushy PDA.
◾ Wipes your tears away and you do the same for him.
◾ Is real and lets you protect him too, and he loves it when you do.
◾ Wiping his drool from your arm when he falls asleep after patrols.
◾ Helping each other w. homework, but the guy get’s distracted all of the time.
◾ Messing up his hair.
◾ See’s your beauty inside and out, no one is ever allowed to forget it.
◾ His school notebooks are littered with, “(Y/N) and Embry 4ever!” the fucking sap.
◾ Totally cries with you when watching chick flicks or rom coms, etc. and holds your hand like he’s in labor.
◾ Nuzzles his face into your neck just to take in your scent.
◾ Loves stroking your back or playing with your hair for hours on end.
◾ Enjoys being the little spoon.
◾ Plz protect this smol bean and treat him with the respect, love and care that he much deserves.
◾ GIF IS NOT MINE. GIF CREDIT GOES TO AMAZING OWNER! 💖
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It was well into the night and Midgard was as quiet as it could be save the crickets and the occasional vehicle that sped past. Other than that, nothing else could be heard.
The entire city was asleep… except for you. You were wide awake for you couldn’t sleep. The bed you were in felt so lonely. Laying on your back, you turn your head to the left to see the other half of the bed empty.
You sigh and divert your gaze up to the ceiling. You quite often spent nights sleeping alone. Cloud was almost always working late. You barely even saw him during daylight on some days.
You guessed work was a lot busier on some days than others. But still, you yearned to have his presence beside. To have his arms wrapped around you and the bliss feeling of just being with him.
This night marked the seventh night that he’s worked the late shifts. Sometimes, Marlene and Denzel would sneak in your room to keep you company. Those two were just too adorable for their own good.
Omg, this is adorable! Just picturing Cloud getting all blushy and flustered, ugh! I love him so much ❤ Thank you so much for requesting, lovely, here it is!
Cloud Strife:
The first time you used a pick up line on him was the best
He stared at you, eyes wide in astonishment, and mouth open wide
His brow was furrowed cutely and he was blushing a little
With time he got used to it, but it still flustered him
Especially if you said it out of the blue and caught him by surprise
Cloud knew you did it deliberately either to make him blush or smile
And he found it oddly endearing, he appreciate it
You swear you saw him smiling at some of them
Especially the cutes ones
Like ‘is your daddy a baker? because you’re a cutie pie’
In fact, he actually turns to you from time to time and smiles
And your heart flutters and it’s so heartwarming to see him smile like that
Almost acknowledging the sweet gesture and thanking you
Sometimes he gets so embarrassed by your attempts
To the point that he pretends he didn’t hear you
Even if he suddenly forgets where he was walking to or what he was doing at the moment
Other times he blushes really hard
Through testing different ones (for science) you know the ones that make him blush the most are the somewhat dirty or blunt ones
You once told him ‘Did you sit in a pile of sugar? Cause you have a pretty sweet ass’ and his entire face turned red
He awkwardly cleared his throat and eyed you with the corner of his eye
Cloud wanted to say something to get over his embarrassment but couldn’t
Because what would he say to that? ‘Thank you’? ‘Stop it, Y/N?’
He won’t ever admit it, but he really enjoys hearing your pick up lines
Not only it’s the way you have to show your fondness and make him smile
But it’s also pure you, and Cloud just adores you the way you are
I don’t usually put gifs with headcanons, but I just wanted to add a cute surprised and slightly flustered Cloud because reasons ❤
Absolutely no worries hunnie! I only ended up doing the coffee shop meeting but please let me know if you want more Male!Reader x Albus fics because this was super fun to write! – A x
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Accidental Time Spent – Male!Reader x Albus Dumbledore
Rating: General Audiences
Pairing: Male!Reader x Albus Dumbledore
Warnings: None
Abbreviations: None
Requester: See Above
Request: See Above. Because you said coffee shop I kind of made it a modern au too. Whoops?
Collecting your takeaway cup, you breathed in the smell of fresh coffee and looked around the café for an open seat. With it being an early morning rush hour, you found the place to be rather crowded, though a booth near the back, by a large window was free. You beelined towards it and reached it just as another man did.
Soft looking, light brown hair and kind blue eyes had you smiling a little embarrassedly and saying,
“Wanna share?”
His resulting smile was small and he nodded as you sat on opposite sides of the booth.
You pulled out your laptop and began working.
Every so often, your eyes would dart up to look at the man opposite you. He wore a silver-grey waistcoat over a white button up shirt with a tie in the same colour as the waistcoat.
“If you don’t mind my asking,” You said, after a few looks up to observe him as he looked out the window at those passing by. “Who are you?”
“My name is Albus.” He offered you a hand and you reached across the table to shake it, his hold warm and firm.
You gave your name in turn and the tension between the both of you seemed to dissapate as you relaxed in your seat and saw his shoulders fall a little slacker.
“And what is it that you do, Albus?” You asked him, quite honestly a lot more fascinated by him than you would ever be with the dissertation on your screen.
“I’m a professor.” He answered. “At a very important school.”
“An Oxford teacher then?” You asked. He shook his head, the smile he was looking just a little smug. “Cambridge then? Or Eton, maybe? Somewhere posh, anyway.” You finally settled on when he continued to deny your guesses.
“How do you figure that?” He inquired, leaning forward like he genuinely didn’t know.
“Well no one teaching at run of the mill secondary schools puts that much effort into an outfit.” You nodded to his clothing choice that day.
“No,” He allowed, satisfied with your answer. “I suppose they don’t.”
A few moments of comfortable silence as you typed out a few more words in the essay you would edit and chop to death later on anyway.
“And what do you do?” He started up conversation again, clearly seeing that you were frustrated with your work.
“At the moment I’m contemplating dropping out of university.” You told him, giving up and closing your laptop lid in a huff. “Why is it so difficult?” You sighed. He chuckled a little, amused by your behaviour.
“It’s worth it when you graduate.” He assured you.
“Easy for you to say.” You scoffed good naturedly and took a sip of your steadily cooling coffee. “You’ve already done it all, Professor.” Your voice took on a teasing tone at the title. “What is it that you’re professor of, anyway?” You pressed.
“Nothing that would interest you, I’m sure.” He insisted, shying away from the query. You leant forward on the table, elbows either side of the laptop, now more intrigued as to the answer.
“Couldn’t possibly be boring.” You spoke as if you were sure of it.
“It’s a… form of self-defence.” He half-explained.
“Like boxing?” You prodded.
“Not really.” He smiled, clearly appreciating your effort but being particularly cagey about this subject.
“Fine, don’t tell me.” You gave up for now. “But if I guess the uni, I’m sneaking into a lecture. I’m intrigued.” He grinned in response.
You knew it was stupid, knew it would likely get you killed. The gods did not like being bothered about such trivial matters. But you were just… so. fucking. tired. Tired of being alone, tired of being betrayed and used, of being constantly taken for granted. You just wanted someone to look forward to seeing you, to look forward to spending time with you, just because you are you. You wanted to be enough.
With trembling fingers, you lit the small fire, watching your offering be eaten by the flames. You had said your piece, and you knew that they would either ignore you, or you would incur their wrath for asking for help in such a thing. You loved your patron deity dearly, but you weren’t stupid. You knew what you were risking. Even if they didn’t kill you for this, you would forever be out of favour with them.
Suddenly, you felt a change in the air, and you looked up, startled. Your breath left your lungs all in a silent whoosh as you stared up at your patron deity, awed by their presence here, and confused as to why they had come personally. They could just as easily kill you from afar. Perhaps you had just angered them that badly.
Strangely, you saw no anger in their gaze as they looked upon you, only flickers of something that you didn’t understand. After awhile, they spoke up, voice carrying across the short distance.
“What is it you ask of me?” They asked lowly, though you knew they were already aware. Even with them speaking so quietly, there was power to their voice that no mortal could hope to match.
As if their question was tugging at the floodgates, you felt thickness settle at the back of your throat, tears stinging at your eyes.
“I..I just… I can’t do it anymore… I just need someone…someone to care about me. I just want someone to be happy that I exist. Anyone…” Your voice clogged in your throat and you choked out a sob, shoulders shaking with the weight of the world as you struggled to keep talking.
“I don’t want to be alone anymore.” You whispered brokenly, desperately trying to contain yourself.
Ashamed of your behaviour, you couldn’t find the strength to raise your eyes and meet theirs, blurry gaze focused on the floor before you. You must have made such a pathetic sight to them. That was why it shocked you so much when their arms wrapped around you, your breath hitching in your throat.
Your deity knelt on the dirty ground before you, and gently drew you into their chest, rubbing their hand gently up and down your back as the other rested on your head, petting gently. The kindness tipped you over the edge, and you sobbed out shaky apologies as you crumpled in their hold. Gently they shushed you, as hands that had the power to destroy entire civilisations, tenderly rubbed circles over your spine.
“Shhh now… You’re not alone anymore.” They murmured comfortingly, cradling you ever so gently to their powerful frame, allowing you to let out years of pent up agony in the form of your broken cries.
Gift from my besty friend Tess @tessiellation !!! Two of my faves merged together! Ramuda Amemura from HypMic and Juuzou Suzuya from Tokyo Ghoul!! Ish a Ramzou! 😂 💞
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