Imagine The Duke Reassuring You He Loves You When You're Feeling Down

Hi !! I love your blog sm !! (Especially tlog + whitechapel stuff it's so cool :) ) Could I please request a hc/imagine (whichever you're more up to) of pat from ghosts with a first kiss or the build up to it ?? No worries if not :)

First kiss with Pat Butcher headcanons

gif credit: @/patcaps awiaelaiwje!!! First, thank you so much for your kind words! Second, omg i LOVE your request! Pat is just… *chefs kiss* I decided to go with hc, hope you like it!

🏹 He needed some time to get used to the idea of letting go of his wife and to let himself fall in love with you

🏹 And even when he finally did, he was hesitant to start anything in case you’re not interested. He doesn’t want to complicate things

🏹 But he was giving you much more attention than anyone else, always including you into ghosts activities and games

🏹 You had caught him staring at you often, especially at your lips. If you’d ask him about it, he’d stutter and just ran away without real explanation, too embarrassed

🏹 Poor thing is just so smitten with you he can’t help himself sometimes

🏹 You were gravitating around each other for a while, stealing glances and smiles and small touches here and there

🏹 (sickening all members of the Button’s House with it)

🏹 It happened after a mild, harmless comment

“You look nice, Pat!” “I… Th-thank you, Y/n! You too! Well, we literally look pretty the same since, well…” “I just think you always look pretty.”

🏹 He would blush madly if he only could

🏹 It wasn’t even a flirt per se, you just wanted to make him feel good about himself

🏹 He gave you an awkward chuckle and this bashful smile, eyes sparkling with delight even under his glasses

🏹 He was looking so angelic in the sunlight, you couldn’t help but crush your lips into his

🏹 Pat stood there dumbstruck for a moment, but then you felt his lips curl into a smile as he came back to his senses

🏹 He kissed you back with just the same force

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could you please do a 'dating thomas drake headcanons' from the episode bernie cliftons dressing room in in9? 😊

Hello, lovely! Yay, IN9 request!!! Thank you do much, hope you like it!

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Dating Thomas Drake headcanons

🎬 Lemme tell you, the progress of your relationships from co-workers to friends to lovers was a hell of a ride

🎬 He is a professional most and foremost, so he didn’t melt at you betting eyes on him and flirt, not at first (or at least not when people could see him)

🎬 So you’ve had to try really hard to get his attention the way you wanted it

🎬 But when you finally did? Nothing changes lol At least not at workplace, he is still your boss, but he does melt every time you as much as glance his way

🎬 It’s gonna be a long way of gaining his trust and love for him to open up to you, but it’s so worth it

🎬 He is very romantic and can go beyond his way and budget to give you everything

🎬 Dress? A car? Breakfast to bed? Breakfast AND dinner at the top of the Eiffel tower?? You name it, you get it

You will be spoiled rotten

🎬 But even that doesn’t stop him. For some reason he is afraid of wasting time and opportunities

🎬 He is a fan of smile gestures though

🎬 Hand on his elbow when you two are out on some sort of party/gala

🎬 Exchanging small meaningful smiles between talking

🎬 A cute note in his suitcase

🎬 His heart just… beats for you and only you

🎬 Thomas hates nicknames, it reminds him of his past, so you should feel very special because you are the only one who allows to call him any nickname you want

🎬 He loves theater, but he will find a thousand reasons to refuse to go to any plays/musicals//opera/whatever even with you (it would break my heart for sure bc i adore theater in any way)

🎬 If you would decide to have kids one day he will do plays with and for them

🎬 Drake is a softy actually, so your children will be daddy’s princess/prince

🎬 After work you would usually sit on a balcony drinking wine, listening to some music and he will give your fingers the lightest of kisses, tickling slightly just to hear your giggles

🎬 Dancing to the slow music in the living room (even after many many years together)

🎬 Life with him will be an absolute domestic bliss ♥

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Hello! My name is Maria and I recently started to write a reader insert imagines.

I noticed the lack of fancition about Inside No 9 and the League of Gentlemen characters and I have a special delivery for ya.

Is anyone interested in imagines/headcanons in these fandoms? I will write for it anyway at some point, but it would be good to know that at least someone besides me would enjoy this kind of fiction as well :)

If you have a request with your favorite character, send ask or dm me, I will try my best to provide!

do you ever become obsessed with a character and you just go "of fucking course its that one" at yourself because you are so incredibly predictable

hm, i just noticed you have two black stars next to tommys name and in your rules you've said you only write smut for characters who have two (white) stars next to their names. so what do the black stars mean?

Hi! Could you please specify which Tommy you mean? But anyway, idk how it happened 😩 All the stars should be the same colour.

Probably some glitch or something. Anyway, the colors have no real meaning, they are simply there to make it easier for me to navigate through my own blog (and i am 5 yo and think it looks pretty haha).

So it's just one star for romance and two stars for smut ;) No stars means only general/friendly relationships.

Having soul-restoring powers and challenging Amara headcanons.

requested by@gabrielasilva1510

Amara is not known for her calm, especially at the beginning of her (well, technically second) existence.

You are one of the eldest creatures in this world. But in comparison to God and his sister, you are "the youngest child in the family."

And this is how Amara saw you: a child. A foolish, attention-seeking, and bothering child.

But this time, it was her who needed guidance.

When you first met the Winchesters and they learned what you were, they were terrified, to say the least. Another God to fight, they feared, but it was far from the truth.

The truth was that you loved humans. If we continue the family parallel here, humanity is like a bunch of nieces and nephews in your mind. And you tried to help them as much as you could.

So when the news of the Darkness’s release reached your ears, you were happy. Maybe this time you can do this right. Maybe this time you can be a family.

But soon you realized it was nothing but a hopeless dream.

When you met your sister’s first victim, you wanted to cry. It was nothing but a soulless vessel, shallow and empty. So, after millennias of hiding, you decided to intervene.

You knew that part of it was Chuck’s fault, but you knew better than to confront him alone.

You let out a few tears when you restored your first soul. It was a lot more painful than consuming them. Every time you had to "sew" a broken essence with a small part of your own.

You knew that Amara felt everything. You were sucking her dinner right out of her, and it was just as painful for her as it was for you.

And in this moment, you felt her anger like it was your own. She fumed that some little creature like you could steal away what was hers by the right of her very being.

But you knew that she could learn about the world in another way. In a better way. Consuming knowledge, not other beings.

The waves of the rage of a dark god reached you faster than you anticipated.

When you finally met, after many days and souls, you tried to reason with her. You were hopeful that if you found the right words, you could convince her to stop.

But at the beginning, it was a lost cause.

You fought, and by the end of round one, you were exhausted. She just reborned, fresh out of the womb, and even with the few souls that she managed to absorb, she was stronger than you.

You fell to the ground, and Amara stopped. She said she pitied you and warned you not to stand in her way before she left.

But neither you nor your new friends were ready to let her win, so you continued to find the poor soulless people and fix the horrors that Amara did to them.

It was a circle of fight-retreat-restore a soul-and fight again. A routine you fall into all too quickly.

And it hurt both of you.

Even though the Darkness didn’t want to admit it, after some time, she was not fighting you that hard anymore.

Her blows wickened, and her wards softened. And the look of rage in her eyes changed into one of hurt and betrayal.

"How can you stand against me?!" She screamed and cried, but your answer was always the same.

"We can find another way."

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Calling them 'Dad' (Supernatural preference Dean, Sam, Castiel)

requested by @gabrielasilva1510 I’ve tried to write just small short things, but it seems like I can’t do it lol. I hope you like it!

Dean

You were packing your bags for another hunt. Seemed like a simple case, little ghost, not too angry, just bothering. You decided to go with Dean while Sam was busy with his newfound lovelife with Erin. You were happy for him, honestly, and never let down an opportunity to spend some time with Dean and help him the best you could. And now you were listening to Dean's instructions for the seventh, no, eighth time in the last two hours and it started to get on your nerves.

“... so you won’t jump out until I give you a signal.”

“Alright, dad!”

You raised your voice in annoyance. Honestly, maybe you were young but not an idiot!

You haven’t noticed your slip up until you locked eyes with Dean. He looked surprised, and you were confused about the reason behind his reaction until realization hit you.

“Dean! I mean Dean!”

You tried to regain your composure, but it was too late. He looked at you with a soft expression on his face. You were always like a kid to them, they tried to protect you, guide you and give you everything they could. They’ve loved you from the first day you met, and the feelings were mutual, but never before you called them...

“Do you see me as a father figure?”

You crossed your arms and scoffed in fake annoyance, trying to cover your embarrassment.

“No! If anything, I see you as a bother figure. Because you’re always bothering me!”

He rolled his eyes and pulled you in for a ribs-crushing hug. You locked your arms behind his back and smiled. Maybe your little family was crazy and a bit broken, but you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

“Hey, it’s ok, kid. I see you as a bother figure too, y’know.” He kissed the crown of your head and even if you were happy, you weren’t used to being this open about your feelings. You felt the tears coming and to save you both from awkwardness you pinched him.

He shrieked and smacked your shoulder, shoving you away. You laughed out loud and poked the same place you just pinched.

“Don’t get all sappy on me, old man.”

He rubbed his waist and shot you a glare.

“No ice cream for you after the hunt!”

“Hey!”

Castiel

“Are you sure you want to come with me? It’s alright if you go with Sam and Dean, I understand that the hunting process is more exciting and you may find it more interesting than just searchi…”

“Of course! I want to help you. I think guys can do without me just fine.”

Castiel nodded and you went back to the bunker to find a counterspell to the curse that someone casted on a poor guy. Guys will be fine, they know what to do and would probably leave you to do the reading anyway, so they will find who did it without you.

And you missed Cas too much to let down an opportunity to have some alone time with him. He always was your source of interesting stories and knowledge, but more than anything he was your comfort person. Since the day you met he kind of took you under his wing (metaphorically speaking, ofcourse, since you couldn’t see his real wings). You used to spend a lot of time together, spleaking, you learning about the world and listening in awe about the life of angels and other species throughout the time; and him learning about humans, cultures, deep meanings and motives of the emotions and subtext of one’s words.

Him being older (like millennials older) and not understanding memes and references always gave you dad vibe, but you never called him that, thinking it would be weird. Until…

“I think I found it. Here, what do you think?”

It was flattering that the angel thought of you so highly to trust your opinion on something. You looked at the book.

“Yep, it’s the one.”

“Good. Could you please bring the ingredients?”

“Sure, dad!”

You turned around and took a step to the direction of the room with supplies, but . Oh. My. Chuck. You turned back slowly in terror, afraid of his reaction. His face was wearing the softest expression you’ve ever seen on him. He smiled warmly, and in his eyes you saw nothing but reassurance. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Cas, I…”

You started, but he interrupted you. His deep voice calm and steady.

“I’ll call Dean and Sam to let them know we found it, then.”

You nodded and went for the ingredients with a huge smile on your face. He may not be great with expressing his feelings, but he was happy to hear you see him as a family. Because he very much felt the same.

Sam

The sudden buzzing woke you up, probably saving your life, because you dozed off in the bath full of water after one of the most tiresome hunts in your life. You grabbed the phone without looking at the name on the screen.

“Hello?”

“Hello? Hello? Y/n, you didn’t call in a week, what the hell!”

Sam sounded angry, but you knew it was from the worry. Despite the tone of his voice, now lecturing you about how irresponsible it was for you to not even text them about your wellbeing, you smiled, feeling warm inside. It was even sweet that after so many years they still acted like parents, of course their overprotectiveness was irritating sometimes, but it was their way to show love.

You let out a tired sight and winced, as your breath disturbed all of the cuts and bruises on your body. Then there was silence.

“Hey, listen, sorry for coming at you like that… But we were worrying sick, you said that there’s a simple hunt and it won’t take you more than a few hours and then disappeared for 6 days.”

“I know, man, I’m sorry. These vampires knocked me off and left me for dessert. I’ve tried to reach my phone, but it was difficult...”

“Oh, shit. Are you alright now? Are you safe? Where are you? We can find your location and…”

You breathed out a small laugh.

“It’s okay, Sam, I’m in my hotel room, I’m safe. Sorry for worrying you, guys. Listen, I’ll tell you everything later, if you guys want to catch up or something?”

“Sure, you’re always welcomed home, Y/n, you know it.”

You’re always welcomed home. After all the stress you’ve been through physically and emotionally for the past few days, you felt your chest tighten at his words. You cleared your throat to not let the man hear you cry, he’s worried enough for you already.

“Thank you, Sam. I’ll call you later, when I’m ready.”

“Okay, sure, take care of yourself.”

“Always!”

You’ve heard him chuckle warmly, the smile is clear in his voice now.

“Love you, Y/n!”

“Love you too, dad, bye!”

You finished the call before you had the time to register what you said. You panicked, debating whether you should call back and apologise or lie that it was a joke, but after 10 minutes you realized it was too late already. So you just shrugged and decided to think about it later.

On the other head of the phone Sam was smiling happily. He won’t mention this little slip up, but on the inside he’s glad that you think of him as a father figure. Yes, you’re not a kid anymore, but you’re still too young and it was comforting to know that you trust him so much and maybe even come to him for help if anything happens. They’ve lost enough people already, he didn’t want to lose you too.

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Could you do a imagine being Rowena apprentice?

Hi, lovely! Thank you for request, just posted it. Hope you like it! ♥

Imagine the Duke bandaging up your wounds

“Ah-ah-ouch!” you yelped when the man poured a generous amount of alcohol on your open wound, washing away the gore and blood and disinfecting it. 

A wild lycanthrope attacked you while you were minding your own business, harvesting the last cabbages of the season. It was outrageous. The beasts were supposed to stay out of the village, hunting outside of the visible grounds. They became more daring and hungrier with each passing day. Despite an agreement between mother Miranda and the citizens of the village, Heisenberg obviously did not care about his monsters' whereabouts and gave zero fucks about the harm they caused.

And that’s how you ended up in the carriage of the local merchant—the Duke. The man, the legend, the mystery. He did not only let you into the safety of his little cart, but also kindly offered to bandage your injury. All for free. You would be lying if you said his gentle touch and kind words were not welcomed, even before this whole nasty situation with werewolves.

When Duke tightened the fabric around the wound, a sharp pain struck your arm and you hissed at the feeling. You wanted to be stoic; you wanted him to think that you were tougher than you looked, but being an ordinary human, you couldn’t help but show your discomfort. The merchant winced as if he himself was in pain and patted your hand gently. He did not want to cause you more pain, but it was necessary.

“Oh, you poor little thing.” He cooed soothingly and stroked your cheek with his free hand. You hoped he did not notice how your breath hitched at the contact. “Those things hurt you pretty bad. I must have a word with Lord Heisenberg about his pets.”

The slight hint of anger in his voice warmed your insides and made the pain slowly melt away. It was touching that he cared enough for you, a simple customer, as he called all of the villagers, to feel something and even confront one of the lords on your behalf. It was tempting to think he gave you special treatment, but you guessed he would be kind enough to treat any of the villagers like that. Of course, you would never dare be so bold to actually ask about it, giving preference to simply basking in the feeling.

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The morning after with Jeremy Goode? 😳

Hello, love! I'm sorry, but I don't write for Psychoville, at least for now. I like the series, but honestly can't remember much of it. But please, feel free to request for any of the fandoms in my Masterlist, I'll be happy to write for you ♥