Imagine Cuddling With The Duke In His Carriage During A Storm.

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Imagine being Rowena apprentice.

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Learning magic was a hard work. The task become even harder if you have not had no natural powers, but Rowena MacLeod was not the one who was afraid of a little challenge. Especially when you were such a dedicated student.

Admittedly, it was hard to stay focused in her presence, but you were determined to be a witch (and at this point you would do anything to please her). So you were working your butt off to perform the best you could. And after a few weeks of sweating and swearing you finally had cast a charm of obsession on this random waiter.

"Fabulous!" It was a delight to see her proud smile and hear her praise. "Alright, dearie, I think you're ready for the next level."

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Would you ever write for psychoville at all?

Hi! Oh I don't know, if I ever pick up writing again, I will have to rewatch Psychoville to remind myself of the characters to even consider it lol But I don't see myself writing about anyone from there

The Duke seducing you headcanons.

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When he started to notice you, for the beauty of both your body and mind, he wouldn’t do anything at first. The Duke would wait and pay close attention to your words and reactions to him.

But when he’s sure that you are at least a little interested in him, even if it's just a curiosity. Then the game begins.

He starts with simple, yet just slightly flirtatious, compliments.

"Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer. Our little chats never fail to brighten up the gloomiest of days."

"Trying a new colour? Yes, it suits you wonderfully."

"You look radiant today, my dear."

His words are sweet like honey, and his voice is softer than a pillow, and it makes your face and body hot. And the Duke perfectly knows what an effect he has on you already.

Then he starts to give you some extra things on top of your usual purchase.

A little postcard from another country, a small trinket, a pair of warm socks. When you try to pay for it, he only waves his hand dismissively and says it’s just "a part of his first-class customer service".

He takes his time speaking with you. He even tries to prolong your meetings by telling you stories about anything and everything.

He told you about the origin of the village you live in, about the lords that rule your people, and about the world around you that you’re now forbidden to explore. and even shared some information about himself.

Being so cut out from the world, you listened to him with the same greed of a lost wanderer that found an ounce of water in the desert.

Within a matter of a couple of months, he had you wrapped around his finger.

But it was not enough for what he had in mind for you. He needed to charm you completely.

His fingers would brush against yours when he passed you your purchase while he gave you a cheeky wink.

His palm would stay on yours for just a second longer than usual.

He would slowly shorten the distance between you with each passing day.

Your meetings started to feel more intimate, more personal. And before you knew it, you had developed feelings for the Duke.

He was pleased when he noticed that you started to initiate conversations.

You were the one speaking now, telling him all about your life and thoughts and dreams.

You were talking with him late into the night without being afraid of wasting his time anymore.

You touched him first and didn’t fret about his touches.

You responded to his now more suggestive comments with your own.

And when one day you asked him to lower his face to your level to plant a goodbye kiss on his cheek, he knew that he finally had you all to himself.

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Imagine The Duke punishing you for being a brat all day.

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"So you decided to be a bad little thing today, yes?"

His honey-like voice is thick with arousal yet still soft, even if teasing. The moment the last customer of today bought their desired item, the Duke shut the doors of the cart and pulled you over his lap.

You were testing him all day, flirting with him in front of the villagers, touching him, giving him bedroom eyes, and not giving a damn about what they could think. You had been his apprentice for a year now, and the people of the village were used to your overly-friendly interactions and somewhat playful banter even when no one else was given such privilege. But none of them expected their merchant to be involved in such... activities.

The Duke ran his meaty fingers along your bottom, which now were on full display before him, drawing obscure figures on the delicate skin."

Answer me, my dear." He pinched your rear unexpectedly with a hint of warning, and you moaned.

"Yes, sir. I’ve been bad today."

He let out a dark chuckle, and his palm landed on your butt with a loud slap. You sucked in a breath. The sting of an already forming bruise on your bosom made your lower belly warm. The merchant gently patted your cheek soothingly. You suppressed a delighted sigh. You knew better than to show him that you were enjoying the supposed punishment a little bit too much.

"Bad pets need to be punished, don’t you agree? I think ten is a fair price."

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In a corner // Philip Harrison (Inside No.9)

Pairing(s): Ian/Philip Harrison (from S1E1 of Inside No.9) and a female reader (she/her pronouns).

Warning(s): I haven't written anything triggering but If you've seen the episode then you know what the subject is about.

Authors note: Inside No.9 is such a good show and I wanted to write for it. Not all reader inserts have to be love stories so I hope I've done ok with this.

A nervous twitch in his fingers and a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him ‘no’ Philip Harrison- no, Ian from IT walked into the fancy door way into the engagement party that is held inside.

No one looked at him, he is just another suit in the crowd of suits, another college invited out of necessity.

Of course, the other suits don’t recognise him. The people who work at the office of the real Ian, the Ian that is stuck on a delayed train, think he’s a friend of the bride to be. Whilst the bride to be friends think he’s just another face from the office.

Philip doesn’t stand out at all and whilst that saddens him a tad bit it does help with his plan.

He mingles a tiny bit. Avoids the bride and groom to be. Pretends like he’s an Oscar winning actor.

Most people brush him off, some he makes uncomfortable with his nervous leaning in others are too up themselves to talk to other people.

He’s out of his depth really.

It’s not like he’s even a bad person considering the thing he’s planning on doing but he feels the need to take control for once in his life, he needs to feel like he has his power back from the monster who took it.

Mulling around not sure when to start his plan Phi- Ian, finds himself drown to the back corner much like he normally does. He fidgets in the cramped corner of the room blending in with the faded aged wallpaper of the fancy home, his height towering over the snack table even though he feels as small as the little boy that was there all those years ago.

His head bows down as the greasy uncut hair of John shuffles over to the food table.

John does not see Ian.

The way the unkept man walks, moves, exists in the space of the room is all too familiar to Ian, it’s all too familiar to a lot of the people littered about chatting to fill the awkward silences.

Both men are slightly hunched down not wanting to be seen, not really wanting to be there with the memories that threaten to resurface.

John quickly gathers a good selection of food and rushes off to his own corner.

Everyone avoids John and ignores Ian.

Rebecca falters around the room nervous too but not the type of nervous that comes from trauma and anxiety. She’s constantly on her tippy toes trying to get a good look at Rachel and her new boy toy.

She’s nervous because she afraid that her soon to be husband with be lost to his old flame.

Only does she land back on her feet when a smiley woman in a long flowy dress and knitted jumper comes up to her with a hug.

The joyful calls of reunited greetings fill the stuffy room, the distraction of the unrecognisable woman capturing the room’s gaze.

“How are you (y/n)!?!” Rebecca cheers as the woman both begin to chatter away.

They’re friends Ian concludes.

Maybe not best friends forever but definitely close, he certainly doesn’t recognise her from his childhood.

(Y/n). She looks kind and cheerful to the curious eyes of the nervous room. She certainly doesn’t fit in with the miserable lot.

Everything from her navy dress’ collar sticking up and out from her thin grey jumper to the pair of Clarke’s shoes adorned her feet, most likely new or hardly ever worn from the looks of it.

A work friend Ian concludes, a close one indeed.

Soon enough Rebecca rushes off and the sweet woman begins to slowly walk around the room.

She does not rush up to people like she did with Rebecca though she does give everyone a sweet ‘hello, who you are doing?’ and it’s genuine, not forced or fake.

Ian’s eyes follow her as she even greets John, walks right up to him even.

She stays for a good ten minutes catching up with the man with the unpleasant smell and he even seems at ease with her.

Ian’s interest is certainly piqued, his plan slightly cracking in his brain.

“I need to do this.” Ian thinks with knitted brows as he thinks of how sort out his arising problem of this unknow woman.

Soon enough she’s walking in the direction of the food, his direction and Ian does not notice until it’s too late.

“Fancy food, hey?” she smiles as she takes a paper plate from a pile.

She’s looking right at him but Ian still looks around to make sure she isn’t talking to anyone else.

“Um, well, I haven’t tried any yet.” he splutters out, the looming habit of leaning forward closer to people setting in, his body almost leaving the comfort of the corner.

This (Y/n) does not lean backwards in disgust she only smiles more.

“You should try some before the party games begin, don’t want to be running around on an empty stomach, I’ve heard the games here are quite exhausting.”

She quite right and it shakes him. She’s to kind to be a part of his plan, people like her, Philip likes her even!

The nervous wreck of a man can see that she’s like the hope among the atrocities in Pandora’s box.

“I’m (Y/n) by the way.” she places he plate down and holds out her hand that hasn’t touched any of the food.

“I-um-Ph-“

He pauses for too long of a moment, his real identity almost flooding out.

“Ian.” he finally shakes he hand the fake name coming out weak, “…From IT.”

Compared to his handshake that is light, his fingers barley twisting around her hand, hers is firm but gentle all the same.

“I work in Robertson’s, you know, the Lawyer’s firm that works with the company.” the hand shake certainly isn’t long but the softness of her fingertips prolongs the simple gesture, “Can I ask a to the point question Ian?”

Oh, how he wants her to call him by his proper name, not this thin disguise of a name.

“G-go ahead.” he splutters.

Their hands unlink but she shifts closer.

“Are you new?” She’s still smiling whilst he begins to internally panics, “It’s just there’s another Ian in IT, funny thing isn’t it, there being two Ian’s.”

“I-well, I got promoted to IT.” it’s a weak explanation but it works.

“Well, congrats!” her hand briefly touches his arm but she pulls back thinking she might have overstepped, “Wish I got promoted, I’m just an assistant.”

Little chuckles escape, a smile sprouting from Ian.

He likes her already and she likes him too.

She hasn’t started to gather more food nor has she tried to nope out of their conversation, her pretty (colour) eyes just stay connected with his glasses covered ones.

“I do get mistaken for the other Ian though.” he lies.

“I get that, there’s a Lawyer with the same last name as me, somehow I always get mixed up with her…”

For a moment her eyes flicker away from Ian- no Philip’s eyes, a small sadness clearly shown but it’s soon gone with a smile.

“Anyway. Have some food, it looks great.” she kindly says her hands about to grab another plate.

However, luck is not on Philip’s side.

Someone calls for (Y/n) making her jump slightly before profusely apologising. She has to go and she looks sadden by the fact she does, well that’s what Philip sees in her eyes anyway.

Soon enough though she’s pulled away, her paper plate pushed towards to him, a small hoard of snacks for him to feast on.

It’s a small gesture that warms his heart and like a little child, like the child he once was, he scoffs the food down, grateful that the plate is enough the silence his grumbling belly.

Jeremy calls you over, a panicked look on his face.

“(Y/n) you’re here!” he says still in distress.

“Calm down, calm down.” your hands grab onto the average man’s arms parking him to place, “What’s wrong?”

“Ian says his taxi didn’t turn up.”

Your head boggles for a moment for you just talked to Ian but then you remember that he must mean the other Ian, the Ian who hasn’t made you sincerely smile despite his apparent social awkwardness.

“I heard his train was late maybe the taxi did wait up?” you suggest.

“Well he was on the same train as you.” That’s why Jeremy has called you over, pulled you to a corner near the front door.

“Huh, my train wasn’t late though.” you maybe not know the other Ian that well but he would have sent you a message if he was on the same train as you, it was pretty empty on the smaller train after all.

“This is going all wrong.” Jeremy panics.

Really Jeremy was panicking not because of the other Ian not being there but rather because of everything else that was going on. His ex turned friend had brought her new boy toy along to taunt him, he didn’t want to be anywhere near Rebecca’s family and he’d much rather go home and watch the cricket.

So here he is using the late Ian as a scapegoat to get out the party and the already beginning party games.

As you both talk, well you talk and Jeremy tries to sort out his mind, people have already begun to hide, the downstairs being eerily quiet apart from Mark and his wife whisper shouting about wanting to go home.

“Ok let’s make a plan.”

“Yes, yes! Good idea.” he nods, “A plan is good!”

People shout and scream as the now grown up Pip pours lighter fluid on the floor, his mind still deciding on whether he should light the fire or just leave them to escape themselves.

Would anyone believe that that little boy sent away to Somerset would come back with such elaborate plan only not to kill them all. No, no they wouldn’t. So, he could easily ruin the life of everyone crammed in the wardrobe without harming them.

Philip likes the idea of just leaving like a ghost. They couldn’t pin it on him. He’s forgettable. He’s planned this out. He has left no trace of himself, to everyone he’s bundled up in his dreary Somerset flat. However, the plan was to light a fire not just to leave.

A ghost.

He liked that rather than arson. (He doesn’t even want to think of the killing part.)

Despite his traumatic childhood, stressful teenage-hood and his mundane adulthood Philip Harrison had never done a bad thing.

He picks up litter on the streets. He puts his spare pennies in the charity boxes. He rings his mum up every week and he remembers to visit his dad in the care home.

Philip is a good man, a slightly boring one, but a good man none the less.

Can he really do this?

The screams and shouts persist.

“(Y/n) will hear this and call the police!” Jeremy begins as he argues.

Not even a moment ago he was going to pick up the real Ian thanks you calming him down and making up the plan to pick up Ian himself.

“(Y/N)!” Rebecca shouts now that she knows her kind friend might be still around to help and not stuffed in another piece of furniture.

(Y/n)…

You were too kind to Philip and there was something there in that jumbly small talk filled conversation you both had together.

“HELP!”

“(Y/N) RUN!”

“POLICE!”

“HAS ANYONE GOT A PHONE?”

“OH GOD…”

Philip Harrison is not an evil person.

A broken person, yes.

But evil, no.

“(Y/n) took your car keys Jeremy, she’s been kind enough to pick up a late comer.”

“At least she’s not here.” Philip smiles as his lighter flicks and the screams become ever more pleading.

Being married to Joseph Chandler headcanons.

First of all, he's a precious bean and must be protected at all costs.

He has no calm bone in his body whatsoever, so he’s constantly stressed. Before you, he used to deal with it by drinking or brain-storming (again, not much rest here, but something to occupy his mind), but after he met you;

Now all he has to do to feel relaxed is come home, take a long shower, and curl up at your side. Your scent, the feel of your body, the sound of your voice — it’s his safe space.

He has OCD (if you have OCD as well, it’s a bonus for both of you). Some of the ticks and obsessions lessened after you came into his life, but love is not a magical cure, so you will have to accommodate some of his ticks.

Over the years, both of you might adopt some of each other’s habits. As lots of married couples do.

His home is nearly sterile, so if you (like me lol) tend to leave dirty dishes or clothes or just your things everywhere, you might have a fight over it. It won’t happen often, but sometimes when he’s overstressed and even your snuggle session is not a choice, he can snap at you.

He feels like shit the moment words leave his mouth, and he’s quick to apologise for snapping at you. As I mentioned, he’s under a lot of stress at work, so he just wants to come home and relax even for a few hours.

Talking about relaxing, I imagine you will have a lot of quiet evenings where the two of you are nose deep in your books. Nice, quiet hours.

He’s also not opposed to having a full intellectual conversation about any topic you might be interested in.

He can cook and is actually very good at it.

He has nightmares about the cases he lost; murderers he couldn’t catch; victives he was not able to save. On nights like this, he will need all the comfort you can give him.

It might come as a surprise, but he can actually be a bit of a bragger. Especially at galas and other official events. He will show you off to his colleagues and superiors, bragging about what a wonderful partner you are. He’s so proud to have you in his life, so proud of your love and connection you two have, so let him have it :)

He's a very caring and attentive man. He will ask about your day, health, and interests. He remembers every anniversary and milestone of yours. He remembers what colour is your favourite, what allergy you have, and if you ever had any pets.

He doesn’t expect you to do the same, but will appreciate it tremendously. But he won’t hold it against you if you don’t remember something about him. 

Sometimes he can be overprotective, seeing all the horrors this world has to offer, knowing exactly what kinds of evil are lurking in the dark. So he will remind you to text him at least a couple of times a day to let him know you’re alright.

He has so much love to give, but sometimes he doesn't know how to express it, even after you get married. So he will do every love language there is: gifts, quality time, touch, but his favourites are acts of service and words of affirmation.

He will tell you ‘I love you’ every day. He knows that life is short and every moment is precious, so he doesn’t want to waste any time on not letting you know how important you are to him.

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Headcanons for alive Thomas from bbc ghosts at a family dinner?

Hello, love, headcanons are closed right now, only imagines are open. Here is an example what's an imagine is, hope it helps ;) And either way I would beg to specify what do you mean by that? Like a family dinner with reader back in the time he was alive or does it mean something else?