Ghosts Taking Care Of You When You Have A Cold

Imagine being nervous about your interview for the new job and Captain tries to comfort you.

requested by anon: Hiya! I was wondering if you could do a captain x reader from BBC ghosts <3 no worries if not I just love him too much

Now that the interview was over, you could do nothing but wait for the answer. It was nerve-wracking to say the least. Your tense figure marched from one corner of the library to the other in a foolish attempt to calm a rapidly beating heart in your chest. Hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt, teeth biting in the flesh of now swollen lips.

“You did great!” Sudden male voice makes you jump and nearly fall on a well-worn carpet under your feet. You snapped your head in the direction where the sound came from and found none other than your favorite middle-aged moustached ghost in WW2 uniform, standing there, looking somewhat guilty now that he had nearly made you one of the Button’s House resident for good.

“Damn you, Cap!” You wheezed, hand flyed to clutch at the fabric on your chest.

“Good lord, sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He ducked his head a little and awkwardly patted his rop on the side of his thigh. You dismissed him with the wave of your hand and plopped on the small ancient couch beside the table.

“S'alright... And thanks. But I don’t know, I think I effed it up… I was bubbling and laughing! Ughh!” You threw your hands and sighed in frustration.

“Why, I think you were great! A passion is a good trait for a soldier.” He wasn’t looking at you, suddenly shy and nervous. What did he know about the modern world and the work of the Art Director, whoever that was? Nothing. But he knew you by now, how smart you were, how hard-working and brave. Any employer should hire you right on the spot, in his humble opinion. “If they won’t give you this job, they’re damn fools!”

You turned your tired eyes to him and smiled. He looked like he was honestly believing his words, his eyes soft but assuring. Somehow it calmed your anxiety slightly, not much maybe, but just enough to take a breath again in many hours.

“Thank you.”

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I want to dedicate it to @prose-for-hire thank you for being awesome! I love your works! Gif credit: can't find the source. if you are an op or you know who made it, tag them or dm me pls!

Imagine being a plus size and hiding your feelings from Lorne.

You refused to sing for him. Each time you manage to come up with an excuse or a reason (some were better than others). And he accepted it every time, brushed it off and let go of this topic for a while, pretending to forget all about it, but after some time asked you again. Once, before you met Angel and the team, and fell in love with an alien (or so you thought) with powers of learning your deepest thoughts and feelings when you sing, you used to humm or sing quietly all the time. It was therapeutic for some reason, a harmless habit many possess. But you had to make an effort to break this habit after you have realised that you fell in love with Lorne. And honestly how could you not? The Host was… as bright as the sun. His smile lightened up not only the room he was in, but people he was with as well. He always knew what to say, deeply cared about his friends and even about the customers. It was predictable, honestly. You were so deep in your insecurities, the scene of your last disastrous confession played before your eyes every time you wanted to tell Lorne about your feelings. So you stay silent. In many ways, being afraid to even humm in the wrong way. But you knew you couldn't control it forever, you loved music and it was rather unnatural for you to work in silence or not sing along to the radio. So one day your guard slipped up. You were searching your little library for the sigil that Cordelia saw in her visions, when you recognised your favorite song that came through the speakers of the radio. And automatically, without a second thought, you quietly purred along. Naturally your thought returned to your beloved demon and your sweet conversation you’ve had this morning. He called you pretty today. It was not out of character for Lorne, he was always nice to you, and although you knew it meant nothing, you still found yourself imagining what it would be like if he meant it. You didn’t notice when you started to sing out loud. And of course being so far away mentally you didn’t notice quiet footsteps and a soft gasp.

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There's time on the wall, but no one around

His will is numb, he's half in the ground

If all we are is all we were

Then he'd soon pass on without a whisper

We don't want you here. You should sit on your throne and in our hearts, while flooding us all with your writing.

omg F!!! love you my darling, thank you very much!

In the mirror I see you staring back at me

I am my own worst enemy

Somebody save me from myself

ah! could i please request a tommy imagines ficlet where you're a new employee in his office who has a major crush on him and he *may* like you back, based on how he is around you and the way he looks at you 🥰

Hey lovely! Just posted your request, hope you like it ;) Have a wonderful day and happy New Year!

Simple and true.

Judee Levinson x reader

summary: You work for Judee Levinson and with time developed a crush on her. One day you can't take it anymore and confess your feelings. Warnings: a bit of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff requested by: @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 1228 A/N: I'm so sorry for such a long delay, but I hope you like it! She looked marvelous today, truly. Not that any other day she looked different, to your eyes she always looked like a goddess. You were positive that Aphrodite herself would be jealous of this woman’s beauty if only they met. But this hell of a town could withstand one celestial being at a time, so you were blessed with one and only Judee Levinson’s presence.

It was silly how much attention she could draw to herself even without trying to. You were captivated, absolutely enamored by her, and it felt so foolish yet so right that your heart skipped a bit every time she so much as looked your way, you haven’t had it in you to fight these feelings. And if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want to.

In Royston Vasey there weren't many opportunities, so to have a somewhat decent and paid job was a huge luck. So when the new (and to be honest the only one in the whole town) massage salon opened its doors a few months ago, naturally, you were first in line. Being unemployed for a few months (and going crazy from the local restart officer and her antics) you were willing to do any work. What you didn’t plan when applying for this job is to develop a massive crush on its owner and your boss Judee Levinson.

And now you were sitting at the register table, gazing lovingly at the woman of your dreams when you were supposed to file the documents of your clients. Her face seemed like it was glowing from the inside, making her look angelic in the bright light of the sun and lamps. Your gaze trailed slowly over it, taking in the sight.

From her blond locks that were shining in the rays of the sun, to her long eyelashes that were trembling with every flick of her attentive eyes. They could be so cold and calculating, many people have thought that Judee Levinson was a stone-cold bitch, a businesswoman that only ever cared about money. But you knew her better than that. When you were sitting in the comfort of your house, watching an old sap movie, drinking, and laughing, her eyes were glimmering with joy and mischief, with a touch of longing and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

Her icy blue turned into a bright and warm shade of ocean waves under the summer sun when she laughed at one of your jokes. You were one of the only ones, save for her late husband, who had the privilege to see her like this: soft and happy, smiling brightly and freely.

She had quite an infectious smile… Your eyes landed on her plump lips that were painted with soft peachy color. You watched as her tongue flicked quickly, wetting her lower lips only for her teeth to bite into it right after. You gulped at the thought of capturing it between your own teeth… interesting, what kind of sound would she make?

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by their now rightful owner. All of a sudden Judee turned to you and your eyes locked. Your heart started to beat faster and you felt your face grow hot from the embarrassment that she caught you in the act. She looked at you quizzically and tilted her head a bit.

“Is there something on my face?” You only shook your head ‘no’, not being able to talk. “Why are you staring at me then, is my lipstick molded again?” She asked and turned back to her desk looking for a mirror.

“Bugger, I knew I should’ve not bought it, never tried this company before...”

“No, Judee, you look perfect, as always.” That seemingly caught her off guard as she stopped all movements and quickly turned her head to you, “Oh… Why, thanks, luv! At least someone apreccia...”

“I love you.”

Fuck… You froze when realization of the meaning of your words hit you. Your heart fell into your stomach at the horror of the situation. FUCK! Why the hell have you just blurted it out loud in the light of the day? With no reason or preparation before it at all.

You watched as if in slow motion how Judee’s face stretched out in complete shock and her mouth fell agape, forming a perfect ‘O’. She sucked in a breath and you felt the world crumbles around you, expecting and dreading the next words of pity from your boss, that was sure to come after this stupid totally unwanted confession. In a panic you tried to form at least somewhat believable excuse, but to your rescue (or more like a delayed execution) the main door opened and an old man entered your salon.

You breathed out feeling dizzy and nauseous from quickly approaching anxiety. You couldn’t register your surroundings for about 10 minutes until your boss quietly came out of the room where Charlie was doing her job. The moment she stands before you, clearly to break your heart with rejection, you find an excuse to run away from her, and your feelings as well.

You did it for the rest of the day, busying yourself with doing things that weren’t even your responsibility to do, if only not to face the painful truth, or so you thought. At the end of the shift you barely registered Charlie’s goodbye, and were ready to sprint to the safe darkness of your home to cry yourself to sleep after the tremendous humiliation that your bloody mouth caused you, but were stopped by a tenacious hand clutching your forearm.

“And where’d you think you’re going?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and felt your soul leaving your body. Fucking hell… No. You couldn’t face this, not her, not rejection. You dreaded the pity in her eyes. You took a deep breath and turned around, ready to blubber some apologies, but were stopped by Judee’s point finger on your mouth.

“Before you say anything let me ask you and please be honest, did you mean what you said? About your feelings for me.” She removed her finger and stood still, waiting.

Your first instinct was to lie, you felt like a child that was busted for breaking mom’s favourite cup. But when you lifted your eyes to look at Judee's face, you saw only uncertainty and anxiety that were matching your own.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Simple and true. There’s no point in hiding now.

“Oh, thank goodness!” She exclaimed and clapped her hands, jumping a little. The sour look on her face turned into one of joy and you would even dare to say happiness. She smiled widely and took your hands gently into hers.

“I was sure it was all my imagination again. I’m so relieved to hear that! I, too, have… feelings for you. Please, don’t be too harsh. I can’t say it out loud just yet!”

You only smiled through tears and gave her hands a little reassuring squeeze.

“I understand.” You don’t know how long you were standing there in the dim light of buzzing lamps, just admiring each other and smiling softly.

“Shall we go, dear? I know a very good restaurant nearby, we should celebrate!” Judee asked finally. You only giggled and gave her a nod. It was so much like Judee Levinson to celebrate love.

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hi! could you please write dating rich (pop’s son) headcanons (from tlog) :))

Hello, lovely! Thank you for request and so sorry for the delay, life has been tough the past few days. Hope you like it!

Dating Rich headcanons

Please protect him.This man has suffered through a lot.

He is shy at first, even making eye contact with you is stressful sometimes, so naturally you have to do the first step and ask him out on a date

He is the softest honestly

A bit hesitant to initiate anything, but will gladly follow your lead

Not expirienced with relationship and sex, but again he’ll follow you and will make sure to be the perfect boyfriend you can ask, he’d even make sacrifices sometimes just to please you

Which is not necessary ofc, but It’s very hard to unlearn to be a people pleaser after all of the abuse he’s been through

He would probably have nightmares, he’d wake you up with his screams and cries every other night, and you end up waking him up gently and holding him tightly until he calms down and falls asleep again

He’ll apologies profoundly the morning after, will try to make up for it, but with your reassurance that it’s alright, he will come to understanding that when you love someone, you will support them and be there for them through better and worse

It can be a bit tiring at first, but as your relationship progress, he’d have less sleepless nights since he starts to feel more comfortable and even protected with you in his life (and especially after Pop’s got imprisoned)

You help him running business, he’s still afraid of so many things, but with you by his side it’s easier (and even fun sometimes)

So you are not only partners in life, you are also his business partner (and it’s a huge step for Rich to trust someone so much)

He’s just so grateful for you

I imagine a lot’s of cute dates, mostly in the private of your house bc he has a tremendous anxiety

Learning the best way to calm him down from his panic attacks

He will learn the smallest things that makes you smile, your favorite everything, so he can do the same and be your support like you are to him

Honestly just wholesome relationships <3

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Imagine the Duke reassuring you he loves you when you're feeling down

requested by anon it turned out waaay longer than an imagine, but eh, i love him

It was just one of those days when everything felt wrong and your self-esteem dropped to the lowest level. Most of the time, you loved yourself and were happy with your body, but today you couldn’t look at the mirror without cringing at your reflection.

Your clothes were too tight, outlining your tummy rolls even more than usual. Your arms and thighs felt too big, your body too heavy, your face too round. Everything you previously saw as exceptional now seems repulsive. You were on the verge of tears when you heard the heavy footsteps of your partner, the village’s mysterious merchant, just behind the walls of your shared bedroom in his house.

Then the door opened with a loud creak.

"There you are, my dear. Were you hiding from me, hmm?"

His tone was light and slightly teasing, as always, and with a touch of gentleness that he only addressed to you.

Sitting stiff on the edge of your bed, you did not show any sign that you had heard his question. It was rather unusual for you to not even acknowledge his presence, and the Duke instantly sensed that something was off. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it yet, but now he was determined to know the reason for your rather odd behavior.

"Won't you even look at me now? Is this another game of yours, little one?"

When his large palm came down on your shoulder, all of your emotions that were bubbling inside you the whole day came out like a volcanic eruption. You sobbed loudly and buried your face in your hands.

"My, my!" He murmured quietly, his voice leaking with concern. He sat his body on the bed, saving a little room between your bodies in case you did not want to be touched. "Now what is the matter, my dearest?"

You wanted to explain, but your throat tightened, preventing the words from coming out. The tears were streaming down your face like a waterfall. Blindly, you reached for his hand and squeezed it, letting him know that you wanted to talk, but needed some time. After what felt like hours, you finally calmed down and explained your reaction.

"Ah, I see what the problem is now." He paused, choosing his next words carefully. "I’ve lived in this world for many years, long before you were born, and have seen enough to understand one thing: beauty truly is in the eyes of the beholder. And humans are among the most beautiful creatures, but not for their physical appearance. The beauty, the real one, lies far deeper than what one or other culture sees as the modern definition of perfection."

The merchant cupped your face lovingly and lowered his face to get a better look at your tear-stained face. He wanted you to see his eyes and feel the love he had for you.

"What one might think of as flaws," he whispered sensually against your cheek, "others find beautiful. And you are, mon cœur, have the most unique beauty and it takes my breath away every time I look at you, feel you, think of you."

Deep inside, you knew he was telling the truth. Most days, you believed him when he said he loved you, body and soul equally. But right at this moment, your mind couldn’t hear the honesty in the Duke’s voice, twisting it into pity. And the Duke was having none of it.

He put his meaty index finger under your chin and lifted your face up to meet his eyes. He closed the distance so that his lips were only an inch away from yours.

"You don’t have to trust my words, that’s true. As they say, actions speak louder."

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Y/n: *breaking in the Doc Ock's cave*

Doc Ock, on the verge of tears: What are you doing in my house... what are you doing in my house?

Y/n: *tries to touch his tiddies* I wAnT WaffLE frIEs