Rosie51402

Grell/Reader One Shot - I'm Obsessed with You! (Y/n) = Your Name (L/n) = Last name (F/n) = Full name (N/n) = Nick-name (H/l) & (H/c) = Hair length; Hair color (E/c) = Eye color I've got your picture on my wall. I dream about you when I sleep. I go out of my way, everyday, just hoping that I'll catch you walking down your street. I know just where you went to school. I know the names of all your friends. Oh God I've got it bad again, An o-b-s-e-s-s-i-o-n. I know your middle name. I've got a lock of your hair. I'm just a little bit insane, Cause I think I see you everywhere. My friends, they just don't understand. They cannot see my point o

            A dramatic groan sounds as your office door is slammed open making you look up from your paperwork. Before you stands Grell one hand posed on his forehead for extra effect while the other still holds the doorknob. A bemused smile crosses your features as you wait for his upcoming speech, “(Name)! William is so horrible to me, he gave me overtime again!” the redhead pouts walking into the room to drape himself over the chair in front of your desk, “Can you help me? I still haven’t gotten through the last paperwork pile he gave me!” “William is a slave driver, I wish I could help you out but I h

On a rooftop in London two people lament over love. “Bassie still isn’t giving me the attention I so crave. You can’t play hard to get for a lady forever. Eventually she’ll be tired of waiting,” Grell lamented with flippant waves of his hands and flips of his long crimson hair. He stood on a roof in London, the moon big and bright behind him, darkening your view of him to a near silhouette, his bright yellow-green eyes glowing and offsetting the dark image. You stood there watching him pace, lazily swinging about his death scythe while you stood by and leaned on your own classic scythe. You weren’t one for

Grell had always had a thing for the color red, but the way it had excited him in the past few weeks was nothing short of… odd. He loved the color, and if he could he’d have everything and everyone coated in the glorious, fiery color. But he would have to settle seeing it splatter upon the bodies of the souls he and his “partner in crime” reaped. There was the problem. Lately, it seemed that when the color splattered onto you from a freshly reaped body, it excited him in ways that he deemed, “immoral and unladylike.” And it recently began to cause a very unwomanly tightening of his clothes in one of his mos

“Are you certain she’s cancelling her request for a new partner?” William asked as he readjusted his glasses. “Oh, yes. She said something about not wanting to have to force you through the paperwork and overtime or something of that sort.” “Hm. If you say so. Just as well, you’ve been behaving better since working with her.” William said with slight relief that he would not have to go through with the extra work. Honestly, he had better things to do than find a new babysitter for Grell – which was feat all on its own considering the crimson-haired reaper had a reputation that preceded h

Beautiful. Long legs extended and your form illuminated by the stage lights. You danced across the stage in a tutu that was black as pitch and sparkled like black diamonds. You wore colored contacts that made your eyes appear red (some new kind of device of this day and age), and Claude decided then that you were his black widow. You twirled with all the grace of a black widow weaving her web too. Needless to say, you had captivated Claude with your movements. He was accompanying his new master to the ballet. His Master had said you were a close, personal friend of his. Claude didn’t care until he saw you dance. It helped that you were

“I see you’re doing well.” You spun around. You had been in your dressing room and had just finished putting on your make up for your next performance when you heard that deep masculine voice. “Claude! I wasn’t expecting you. Are you and Nathaniel here to see my latest performance?” “I’m afraid it’s just me, my lady. I pray you are not too disappointed.” “Of course not! I actually rather missed you,” you answered meekly with a light blush dusting your cheeks. “Is that so? Are you hoping for a repeat of the performance I presented you with last time we met?”