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[imagine-a-dream]

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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[devillucked-blog]

so it's been a year since i returned to rp – i can't thank the people i've met through my blogs enough. i've met so many wonderful people, and although i've had a bunch of rocks in the road, i really can't thank those for sticking with me enough. some people i met a year ago have left, moving on to other things, but that's alright. i wish them the best and i hope they're having fun with what they're doing.

a year ago, i was in a tough spot emotionally, i was super fucking depressed, and even more isolated than i am now. i was sticking p closely to one friend group and it was through those people i decided to get back into rp again, first joining a closed rp group before falling in love with writing king leo so much i took the idea indie – going from brynhildrprince as the closed rp blog to brynhildrking. i stuck with that url through two penname changes, from roy to pluto to howl.

i've made and dropped several blogs, but leo has stood the test of time, and i do love him so much, i love writing him and admittedly i have put a lot of personal influences into him. i turned him from a favourite character with a few traits of mine that i saw reflected, but he just got more and more into a mess like me. oops.

under the cut i'm going to ramble and be really annoyingly gay, but then again, anyone in a five minute conversation with me will learn i love my friends to pluto and back. if you're sitting here, reading this, i love you and i thank you for putting up with the bullshit i get into. i hope that this makes for at least another year in this fandom. i can’t sing my praises of my friends enough, and i doubt i would still be here if i didn’t have such lovely people in my life 💜

vlad // gemji - @bushidolion​ @murdermage​ @maskedmage​ @ your other fantastic blogs

man we started off not really knowing each other, and now we're ride and die together. its just like leo and ryouma to have that intense of a partnership, except without all the romance. we became friends bc the two of us had really fucked up sleep schedules, and i'm so glad that we did. i can't say enough that i haven't already said before – i sing your praises all the time and i can't wait to spend another year + with you 💜

apollo - @diablisms​ @achiingblood​ @ your other damn blogs ilu and ur big ol habits

one of our first ooc interactions was that you made me the stuff for my hinoka ( which really dates shit lmao ) and we were both kinda intimidated by each other, but honestly we should have been friends sooner because we’re both gay memes + ilu so much you memelord. you’re every bit the odin to my leo + the lil twin brother whos just as ridiculously gay. 💜

kat - @bloominggates​ 

kat, the local grandma friend who will whoop a bitch, ilu so much + you’re such a lovely presence around. i haven’t known you as long as some of the others, but you’re just as close to me as vlad + apollo. another one of my friends that i’ll spend the little hours of a sleepless morning watching things and just chilling out parroting stupid stuff back and forth and honestly your lee is making me want to get into naruto. gfdi. i shake my finger @ u 💜

peaches - @chartreusepacifist

YOU SWEETHEART YOU LOVELY DARLING you’re such a lovely presence in the server + on tumblr and im glad we pulled you into fe rp hell with us. i scream because you’re such a fun presence to play games with and laugh with. 💜

sylv - @ramvillager @tometactics @durandaal

i love ??? you so much omg you’re such a joy to be around. you are hard to get things into your head but qv q its just patience thats needed. i love how much you adore chrom + eliwood + you’re super fun to play fe with. i look forward to revamping our nerdlords with you ( at this point in time LMAO ) 💜

zin - @zimmercalla @riivoltella @emblianess

zin one of my salty amigos we’ve been on salt squad duty since intelsys was a thing, and how we’d rip on things, and if anything, we’ve just grown saltier. you’re like the silent ninja, sitting and taking notes on the dash and what happens, you’re def one of my best friends 💜 

azur - @fleurprxnce

aZUR ur my son and i love ur gay boy sm you and inigo make me smile so much you’re the best son i can ask for i pick you up like simba. scoops u up 💜

well you know that i’m terribly gay but i’m also at ends to say without reducing to the same spluttering of pda. to the rest of my home server gay emblem, this is for u 💜

@nilmen0s | @glisong | @aazamaa | @aiiron | @destinprxnce | @praeceptumx | @kihoshi | @laceur

id also like to leave this as a thank you to all the other wonderful darlings ive met over the past year. just bc you’re not on here now doesn’t mean you won’t be here next year or at my next milestone

[rapidashrider]

All I can say is I'm disappointed how long it's been since Rogue One came out and I still haven't seen the mandatory "death doesn't discriminate" gif set that every fandom has to have. Can anyone address this lack?

[sorroyy]

only i could be on a date with the most incredible girl in the universe and throw up in the bathroom. what’s wrong with me? why can’t i eat or drink anything around her? why am i so horrible? that’s just my luck i guess. she said it was okay and she had a good time but that might just be because she doesn’t know i threw up. she knows i ran to the bathroom twice. and she knows i didn’t drink my milkshake. ugh fuck my life. how will this ever work? i’ve never been able to eat or drink around her. is this some sort of medical thing? do I have an illness? or is it just nerves? am i just being stupid? i wish it wouldn’t happen. i hate it and it scares me. i want to marry this girl one day. how can that happen if i can’t eat around her? is this something i can overcome? i just love her so much. i’m so afraid of ruining my chances with her

[imagine-a-dream]

Imagine surprising the Duke with a homemade sweater

Winter was approaching slowly, lulling local flora and fauna into a peaceful slumber and burying the village grounds under a white sparkling blanket. It was a calm night, one of the very few when the beasts' howls could barely be heard. The perfect night to finally present the Duke with the gift you have been making for months now without the risk of being eaten alive by the monsters.

You moved your feet quickly, praying silently for your beloved merchant to be at his usual spot. You let out a breath of relief when you saw his carriage. You slowly approached his horse, Dame, and pulled out a carrot and an apple. The horse neighed in appreciation and lowered her head for you to pet. You smiled to yourself. Not only did you develop a friendship with her owner, but Dame came to like you as well.

You knocked three times and waited for the doors to open. The Duke’s face betrayed his surprise upon seeing you so late after the closing time. But after a moment, his face lit up with a genuine smile.

“Ah, if it isn’t my favorite customer! You’re out pretty late today. Last minute purchase?”

You giggled, waving your hand dismissively at his words. You blamed the cold for the warmth flooding up your face, biting into your skin, but deep down you knew the real reason, even if you were not ready to admit it even to yourself.

“You’re saying this to everyone. I’m not here to buy anything. I wanted to give you something. I know it’s not Christmas yet, and we don't really celebrate it, but… It’s winter and seeing you without as much as a coat on you… I wanted to give you something to warm you.”

You fished two packages out of a large bag and handed them to him. The merchant’s eyebrows flew to his hairline, showing his deep bewilderment. A pregnant silence fell between you while he carefully peeled off the wrappings. There was a pair of fuzzy socks and an enormously large sweater with owl patterns hidden inside. All knitted by your own skillful hands. You anxiously waited for his reaction, hoping that you had guessed his size right and that the clothes would fit him. It was the goal, after all.

“Oh, my dear…” he breathed out, touching the wool with just his fingertips, as if he was afraid to ruin the material. He looked up, locking his eyes with yours. You were not sure if it was a play of light and shadows or if his cheeks really darkened a shade or two.

“For the first time in many years, I am truly at a loss for words. Marvelous work, and the gesture alone… I could not thank you enough.”

“I hope you like it…”

“Like it?” He shook his head at you, not quite believing you were doubting his honesty. “I love it, mon trésor.”

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[imagine-a-dream]

Revealing your secret identity to Otto Octavius and confessing your feelings headcanons.

requested by @mariaolayalopez and @politicstanner part 2 of Otto Octavius having a crush on you, his coworker and secret vigilante

Being the smart man he is, Octavius came to the conclusion that it was not safe to leave you in your workplace unconscious and still in your (pretty bloody) superhero costume. So Octavius drove you to his place.

When you finally woke up, you let out a groan. Every inch of your body ached, your insides appeared to be twisted, and the pounding in your head became more intense with each passing second.

You tried to move but stopped when you heard a gentle voice near you, not louder than a whisper, "Shh. Easy, darling, you’re still weak."

When you finally had the strength to open your eyelids, you saw the owner of the voice and nearly cried in relief. You croaked his name and tried to reach him, but he quickly captured your hand in his bigger paws and gently squeezed it.

Otto gave you a cup of water and helped you sit up. You greedily drank the water while your mind was racing with all the thoughts and explanations that you could give him.

The moment you opened your mouth again, Otto raised his hand and shook his head. He told you that he suspected that you had some kind of double life going on, but never imagined that you would be a vigilante.

He softly scolded you about the dangers of this job, and you clearly saw that he was hurt that you did not trust him enough to tell everything. But it was a conversation for later.

He let you take a shower and bandaged and sewed up all the wounds. (Which was a little awkward because you never wore anything more revealing than at least a t-shirt and jeans in his present before.)

While he tended to your wounds, you told him everything. Your whole story of how you got into all of this nonsense in the first place, and the only reason you stayed,

"I wanted to quit, you know. Before I started to work at Oscorp. But then I met you and… I knew I could not let the bad guys win. Spider-Man is good, but he’s not enough to keep all of them at bay. So I continued. I wanted to make this city safer. I want you to be safe."

"Even if you die in the process?!"

"It’s worth it. "You're worth it."

He looked at you with such pain you had never seen in his eyes before. His eyes were filled with tears. When he spoke, his voice trembled with all the unspoken emotions.

"But I… I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you, Y/n."

"And I can’t lose you, Otto. I love you."

In your state, you didn’t even register the confession that spilled from your lips, and after a painfully long minute of stunted silence, you finally realized what you said.

You didn’t have the time to say anything, to save your pride if the feelings weren’t mutual. Octavius cupped your cheek gently and planted a gentle kiss on your forehead.

When he finally connected your lips, you couldn't hold back the tears. When you finally broke the kiss to get some air, he scooped you into his arms.

He stroked your hair with trembling fingers and whispered right into your ear:

"I love you too, you silly thing."

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[imagine-a-dream]

Come a little bit closer.

pt.1

summary: When your dear friend Otto Octavius invited you for a regular cup of coffee and a chat, you never imagined it would end up being something more. warnings: none in this part, but the next one is 🍋 requested by: @politicstanner So uhh... It's not exactly followed your request, so if you want me to write another work that will be more fluffy, message me! Hope you like it anyway and sorry in advance. wc: 1.2k A/N: Can be read as post-NWH Otto or just alternative reality to Spider-Man 2 Woo-hoo! It’s already 326 followers here! I can’t believe it guys, love you all! ♥ Thank you for reading my works!

Today, Otto invited you to his flat to catch up after another week of hard work on another genius project of his. You have been friends for many years now, and it has become a common occurrence for you to meet from time to time to check in on each other. You would often just sit and talk, telling stories about your life, sharing your thoughts and plans for the future. You seemed to never bore one another, being able to find subjects to talk about for hours, almost literally about anything and everything.

Sometimes, if you were exceptionally lucky and Octavius was in this compliant mood, you were able to coax him into doing a movie marathon. But it is a very rare occasion. After all, he was still a freshly redeemed supervillain, and as a capable and promising scientist, one of the terms of his freedom ordeal was the job of creating technical marvels for society’s benefit and development. It was a demanding job, but the older man seemed to enjoy it, even under pretty strict government control. He wanted it. He wanted to be a better person; he wanted to create a better future; he wanted, no, needed to be useful to benefit the world he nearly destroyed because of his pride that overshadowed his brilliant mind.

He swore to never return to this mindset again; to do anything in his power, and even beyond that, to prevent this kind of catastrophe. At least until the day he died. And he kept his word. He was a good man, and that was one of the traits that made you fall in love with him.

And currently, sitting in his warm kitchen, nursing the cup of already cold coffee in your equally cold hands, you tried very hard to stay focused and listen to what he was saying, but were failing miserably. Otto was explaining to you his current experiment with microtechnology (or something along the line, you were not sure about the exact name of it, and at this point you were too scared to ask) and how useful it could be. He said it was the future. A revolution.

His human arms were moving animatedly, expressing the emotions he felt and couldn’t verbalise fully with his voice and words. His fingers danced in the air, drawing bizarre patterns with the grace of a ballet dancer. His metallic arms acted in the same manner, moving rapidly around the small room, almost knocking over a kettle that was a bit too close to the edge of the stove and a cup of Otto’s beverage.

His round face was radiating with excitement, cheeks dusted with a faint pink, making his feature glow. A huge, proud, and enthusiastic smile did not leave his lips for a second, stretching them wildly. It’s been a long time since you last saw him like this. Happy and joyful. So free and open. You knew that at this moment, his exceptional mind was racing with all of these new ideas he had yet to try out, and his heart was full of hope about the better future that he could provide. You know him too well by now.

He truly was a vision, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from this beautiful, intelligent, and very passionate man in front of you. Being so enamoured with him, you failed to hear him calling for you. Only when his smile faltered, turning into a slightly confusional frown, did you stir, like waking up from your dreamy state.

You cleared your throat and blinked a couple of times, trying to cover up your embarrassment and dig out from your clouded brain at least some of the words he said for the last hour. The blood rushed to your cheeks, making your face grow extremely hot.

"What? Sorry, I… Uhh"

A smile left Otto’s face entirely, and a shameful scowl took its place.

"No, no, Y/n, my dear, no need to apologise. I am the one who should be apologising. I must be boring you with all of this nonsense, talking for hours… But you have to forgive this little sin to an old man, I haven’t had an audience in quite a long time. It must be my long-forgotten professor's side letting me know that it's still somewhere deep inside of m-"

"No!" You interrupted him, and your voice sounded way louder than you intended, bouncing off the walls right into your ears.

You cringed internally and continued to speak, trying desperately to come up with an excuse for your absent attention, "No, Otto, you’re not boring me at all! I love listening to you! I really do. You know it. It’s just… you know how little I understand about maths and physics. And all these numbers and reactions, it’s nothing but magic for me, you know."

You gave him a sheepish smile and cleared your throat again. The older man relaxed noticeably after your little confession and chuckled understandingly.

"Ah, I see. Well, maybe I could simplify it a little bit?"

You nodded enthusiastically, and the tension in your body melted away in relief.

"Yeah, it would be awesome. Think of me as one of your dumbest students. Professor Octavius."

You did not know what kind of strange force possessed you at this very moment, but you did not question your choice of words and the audacity to give him a playful wink, until you saw his eyebrows go up and his cheeks turn two shades darker. He averted his eyes for a moment and coughed into his hand. You were ready to run away for good with the crushing embarrassment of your foolish behaviour, wishing for the ground to open up and swallow you, but were stopped by a small grin crooking the side of his mouth.

He shook his head slightly, as if not believing in what you just did or maybe shaking away some of his own thoughts, and chuckled lightly.

"Very well, then, my dear student."

The sudden change in his tone, now just an octave deeper and with a touch of rasp that could have been missed if you hadn’t listened to his voice so intently, sent a delightful shiver down your spine. When his soft brown eyes bore into yours all of a sudden, you make the greatest effort to control your body from shaking visibly.

After this short moment of… something, you were not entirely sure what to call everything that happened in these few seconds or if any of this was not your overly-vivid imagination. Everything went back to normal again. Or almost everything. The man before you was still the same old Otto you knew, still an excited scientist happy to share his knowledge with anyone who would listen. He was still a man proud of his intelligence and work, but you could sense that something in the air between you shifted just slightly.

His eyes darkened just enough to turn the soft brown into burnt umber. His lips curled just enough to make his smile look just a little more sinister. His body drew closer, shortening the distance between you just enough for you to catch on to his cologne.

Maybe it was just your wishful thinking, that hidden desire you had for the older man who captured you with his kind words and bright mind, like a spider would capture a fly in his web. You never let your feelings out, tucking them in so deep that you sometimes forget that what you felt was a little bit more than just simple admiration. And now, when his eyes were travelling up and down your body, almost as if he was studying you, taking in any subtle change in your body language, you finally remembered.

These heavy gates of social norms and fears of your anxious mind, which were holding in your darkest fantasies and deepest desires, finally opened.

And you were afraid of what was behind those barricades.

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[imagine-a-dream]

The Duke seducing you headcanons.

requested by anon Happy new year everyone! ♥

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-a-dream]

A Better Family

platonic! Ghosts x reader

summary: You just died and ghosts of the Button’s house try to comfort you and help to cope with your death.

warnings: mention of poisoning, betrayal and death.

requested by: 😱 Ghosts anon

A/N: kinda angst, found family trope. Hope you like it!

The first thing you felt was cold. It dug into your body like a million needles. It reminded you of the time when you went ice skating with your sisters when you were little. It was an early winter, and the lake near your mansion was not frozen enough to withstand your weight for too long, but you were too eager to spend time with your sisters and ignored all of the warnings. And predictably, after a few minutes of fun, the ice under your feet broke and you fell into the freezing water.

The feeling is much the same now. You felt like your body was slowly sinking deeper and deeper into the icy winter river, and the water consumed you, drugging you to the muddy bottom. But unlike the feelings in your memory, this time it was not unpleasant. The coldness brings you calm. But the moment your back touched the bed of it, your body was forcefully pulled back onto the surface.

"Such viciousness in my house!" You’ve heard someone’s voice above you. It sounded feminine and very angry. You wanted to open your eyes, but your eyelids felt so heavy, like they were glued together.

"Poor thing. At such a young age…" Another voice, now more concerned and masculine, even if a bit high.

Alright, you can do it. Just open your eyes.

"Do you think she’ll stay? I don’t want her to go. We could be friends!"

A very high and too cheerful voice, yet another one you couldn’t recognize. You thought it was just you and your sister in the house. Your sister. Now that you were thinking about her, you wondered where she was. And what happened. The last thing you remembered was that you were having tea and then…"

Yeah, a new face could be nice. Not that I’m tired of any of you, but you know…"

Finally, you opened your eyes and the voices gasped from such abrupt action. You set up and saw eight pairs of eyes looking at you. Almost all of them had a weird expression that you couldn’t pinpoint just yet. Their clothes were weird-looking, like some of them came from the past centuries. Then there was a man without pants, but at least he was wearing half of the suit from modern times. What a strange party.

"Who are you?"

The first and most logical question to ask a bunch of strangers that were in your house for some reason.

They shared a look, pointing at each other and shaking their heads, as if none of them wanted to talk to you. It was rude, considering they somehow sneaked into your house uninvited. Finally, the short man in the scoutmaster's uniform and a bow in his neck (what the hell?) stepped out. His voice was quiet and full of sadness when he spoke.

"We are the ghosts of this house, my dear. My name is Patrick Butcher, but you can call me Pat. This is Lady Fanny Button, the old owner and your great, great…"

Pain. You felt pain after the third sip of your tea. Your throat was burning, and your stomach, too. You tried to scream and cry for help, but no sounds came out of your mouth. You threw your body at your sister, clutching on to her t-shirt for dear life, wishing nothing more than to end this suffering. The last thing you remembered was a white hot pain consuming your body. And a crooked smile on your sister’s face.

Oh.

While the nice man was introducing the ghosts (now it made more sense) of the house, you slowly stood up. There was an odd feeling in your body. A perplexing lightness. But you did not feel the clothes you were wearing or the floor under your feet. You knew it was there, but you couldn’t feel it. You, too, were just there.

"And you are… well, uh, how should I put it? Ah, bugger, there is no other way to say it. You’re dead."

"Patrick!" The older lady (your great, great grandmother if you remember right) scolded the man. "For goodness sake! This is a highly delicate matter, you can’t just say it."

Slowly, you turn around to look at the spot where you were lying minutes ago. And saw yourself, or what was left of you, still lying there. Now that was beyond crazy. You stared at your own body, now lifeless and cold, lying on the floor of the house you never even called home. And now you are stuck here forever. With strangers around, a broken heart that couldn’t comprehend the betrayal of their own blood.

The next few days were like a slumber. The ghosts explained to you that now you couldn’t touch anything, couldn’t feel anything but other fellow ghosts and were indeed stuck in this house for forever. Or until you finish your unfinished business. If only you knew what you had not finished, other than living a long and happy life.

With time (and great help from all of the members of the house), your grief and misery turned to acceptance and even joy. You found a new sister that actually loved you and was happy to spend time with you; a bunch of weird uncles and an aunty that were just as happy to talk to you (even if some of them were a bit dramatic at times); and a loving, even if a bit strict, grandmother.

They helped you cope with your death and find a new afterlife. And after your sister and mother died, one very interesting and very much alive couple moved in, causing a great fuss among the members of your new family.

Maybe your death wasn’t such an awful event after all.

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Imagine being the only one who’s willing to listen to the Captains' stories about the war.

requested by @thedivergentswriting: Yes heeeyy! So I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the captain where he’s kinda upset because no one wants to listen to him talk about the war but then you do and he’s really happy! :)) Thanks x

"Why is it always about the war with you?" Exclaimed Pat, with frustration heavy on his voice, and the whole group of ghosts rushed to the main room after Alison.

You stayed right where you were. In all honesty, you were not having the slightest problem with this house turning into a hotel. At least you'll see some new faces, right? Life as a ghost was dull sometimes, even with all the dramas that somehow managed to appear with all the other ghosts around. You looked over at the Captain, who just like you remained still on the spot he was standing. You noticed that he looked sad.

You were coming to learn about all of the other residents' antics and moods by now, and this kind of expression you have never seen on an older man’s face. Sometimes you would notice a similar look in Cap’s eyes, one of longing and sadness, yet the actual reason was lost on you, but remembering all of the pieces of information that he was throwing here and there about the life he has had, you were coming to the conclusion that he was overthinking about all of the opportunities he had lost.

And yet, you've never seen him so sad over something said by another ghost in the heat of the moment. Your heart stings a little, the echo of the almost forgotten feeling of being alive. You slowly approached him, afraid that he'd run away.

"Hey, Cap?" Your quiet voice made him flinch.

"Oh, Y/n! I thought you went with others."

"And miss the end of the story? Come on now, old chap." You smiled warmly at him and patted his arm reassuringly. It seemed to surprise him. His eyebrows furrowed and his mouth opened slightly, as if he did not believe you were really willing to listen to another one of his war stories.

"You want to hear it?"

"Of course. So, what did you do to prevent the sabotage?"

The genuine interest in your face made his shoulders relax a bit and the corners of his lips twitched in an attempt to suppress an excited smile.

"Well, my young friend…" He cleared his throat and straightened his posture, and you couldn’t help but smile wider at his almost artistic antics. You were happy to listen to his stories for the rest of your existence if it meant your friend was happy even for a few minutes.

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[imagine-a-dream]

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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Having soul-restoring powers and challenging Amara headcanons.

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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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Headcanons teaching Pat new dance moves.

requested by 😱 I decided to go with Pat because he’s my favorite (you should not give me a choice like this, I will choose my little meow meow over anyone every time lol) Also, I don’t dance like ever, so I had to google some information about dances. Hope you like it, dear Ghosts anon!

🏹 If someone told you a few months ago that ghosts are real, you would have laughed.

🏹 But life is a cheeky thing, and after an accident and a week in a coma, you started to see them. Everywhere. With time, you learned to ignore them, and most of the time, it wasn’t that hard as the dead didn’t expect anyone to see them anyway.

🏹 When you came to Alison and Mike’s house, you were determined to keep your secret. But you were not prepared for the ghosts in their house to be so… lively.

🏹 They were extremely active, talkative, and even loud. And within ten minutes of the conversation, you became aware that you were not the only one who could see dead people.

🏹 The ghosts talked to Alison and were curious about the new person. And when you heard her mumbling a response to one of them, you couldn’t hide your excitement. You were not alone. You were not crazy after all!

🏹 And as much as Alison was happy to see you, she was even happier to get the ghosts off her tail and have some alone time.

🏹 So just like that, you were left with a bunch of curious and excited people. They ask you a ton of questions about yourself and the world. And told you about their life.

🏹 Out of everyone else, you connected with Pat the most. He was a scout leader before, and seemed to continue to be one even after his death. So most of the activities were on him.

🏹 When you asked what they planned on doing today, he told you about dance classes. But when they showed you what they’d learned, you realized it was all… well, old-fashioned.

🏹 So you decided to teach Pat new moves, and since he was a teacher to others, you settled on a private session (which, of course, didn’t stop some of the ghosts from sneaking on you and watching through the walls).

🏹 You turned on the music (and the way Pat popped his eyes and breathed out a loud "Oh! Love it…" made you snort and melt your heart at the same time) and stood in the position.

🏹 You decided to start with something simple, so the first move was "The Dougie", basically just a simple two-step shift but with some shoulder movements. Then there were a couple more like them, adding hip moves and hands.

"Now this one is called "The Humpty". It’s not that hard, but slightly more physical. You have to jump."

"Ohh!"

Pat was watching you so intently, like you were teaching rocket science, not some dance move that no one even judged since most of the people in the house didn’t even know about them.

"So, you start with your legs apart like that,"

"Then you have to circle your hips to one side and bend your knees."

"Uh huh…"

"And then jump and cross your legs,"

"Wow!"

"Yeah like that. And then jump back to your original position. You can add in a windmill motion with your arms, or just something alike. Like you’re holding two walls."

"Amazing!"

🏹 He learned pretty quickly, and his little sounds of excitement and praise motivated you even more. But when you were thinking about the next interesting dance move, Alison came back.

🏹 You stopped your lesson to catch up with a seemingly more relaxed friend, and then it was time to bid your farewell.

🏹 The ghosts were objecting, with Pat the loudest of all. But you had a long road ahead of you, so even when Alison tried to convince you to stay even one night, you declined her offer.

"Hey, maybe next time I can teach you "The Billy Bounce"?" Pat’s face lit up in wonder at your suggestion.

"Oh, what’s that?"

When you showed him the movements, he let out a strange sound and popped his eyes. After a few seconds of silence, he spoke, his voice quiet and full of doubt.

"I don’t think I can do that. Or anyone else. It’s like your legs are boneless…"

🏹 You only laughed and reassured him that it was easier than it looked.

🏹 After you left, the whole group bombarded Alison with questions about you and tried to convince her to let you live in the house. 🏹 She was starting to think about it when she felt a headache creeping slowly from all of the noises. It was nice to have someone else to entertain the ghosts for a change.

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Imagine being a new employee and developing a crush on Thomas that might be mutual.

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"He’s staring again." Alicia, your coworker and friend, whispered directly into your ear, startling you.

Since you started to work at the company, you became fast friends with the woman. She was nice and kind, and probably the only one who was willing to help you adjust to the new workplace. And you come to like her, but sometimes she was so annoying.

From the beginning, she caught on to your quickly developing crush on your boss, and for some reason, she was convinced he liked you as well. You knew better, of course. Why would a man of his status and intelligence be interested in a newbie that was barely fresh out of university and too shy to even talk to him without stuttering? It would be foolish to even think about it. But even if you tried not to let it get to your head, the thought flattered your heart nonetheless.

You shook your head at the woman.

"He’s not. Even if he’s looking, he’s probably only worried about me fucking up anything. I’m still new to all of this." You murmured, though you did not fully believe your words. Alicia just hummed and gave you a knowing look, but didn’t say another word, retreating to her cubicle.

You waited for another few minutes so as not to be obvious, and then decided to give your boss a quick glance. When you lifted your eyes, you saw a pair of blue's looking directly into yours. You nearly jumped off your chair: Mr. Drake’s attention was unexpected, to say the least. But he quickly lowered his gaze and cleared his throat, returning to the conversation he had with the head of PR.

He was only three cubicles away from you, and from this distance, you could clearly see the blush creeping up his neck and cheeks. It surprised you. Maybe your friend wasn’t that wrong about his interest in you after all.

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aah could i please request a 'dating jim (from the in9 episode the understudy) headcanons'? ^ ^

Hello, love, i'm so verry sorry for SUCH a long delay. But here it is, hope you like it! ♥ Thank you for request!!!

Dating Jim headcanons

🎭 He’s ambitious but so not sure of himself! And sadly, it goes not only for his job, but for his personal life as well. So when he met you, you were the one to take the first step and ask him out on a date. Bc the poor thing was too shy, feeling like you deserve someone better than him, someone who’s not going to throw away his shot with a pretty thing like you.

🎭 But after you flirted with him and showed him you were really interested… Oh boy, he’s all over you.

🎭 He’s the sweetest, loveliest, softest man you have ever met. And he’s so in love with you!

🎭 You would bond over your love for theater, be it as a viewer or an actor or any other kind of worker. And if you don’t like theater, then either you will one day or it's your loss, sorry. You quickly learned that he is an actor and you gush over it, but he’s almost too quick to disappoint you (or so he thinks)

"No, I’m… I’m actually an understudy, so. Yeah, not so exciting now."

"Well, you learn the script and all of the moves, you know where to stand, what to grab and when, all the stuff! You are an actor! Don't sell yourself short."

The poor man is nearly on the verge of tears.

🎭 Although, after his previous relationships, he’s a bit shy and shameful. He would apologize constantly. He is expecting for you to try and ‘motivate’ him to do more, to finally reach the main goal of being ‘an actual actor’. But you never do. '

🎭 You only help him and comfort him if he needs it, but other than that, you’re happy the way your life is. The way he is. You’re not dating an actor, you’re dating Jim. And after you told him just that when he again was put in the background and came home excpecting to be scolded, this was the moment he realized that one day he’d marry you.

🎭 He will probably jokingly call you something like "My lady" or "Your majesty", after your help with all the auditions and plays. It became an inside joke and also an affectionate nickname.

🎭 PDA is a MUST for him. So. many. hugs! And kisses, and handholding, and even flirting openly. He’s so happy that you’re not in the business (or just open about the relationships) and you don't need to hide/tone down anything. He would wrap himself around you like a blanket if he only could.

🎭 He’s very affectionate and such a romantic man! He doesn’t have much money for grand gestures (not that you need it anyway), but he will absolutely do themed dates. Like decorating your house and bringing Romeo and Juliet costumes for the two of you.

🎭 Also, he will absolutely melt if you do the same kind of thing.

🎭 He still gets sad over not getting any big roles sometimes. Please, hold him, make him his favourite meal and kiss him. He needs it.

🎭 Jim would openly and pridefully tell any soul that is willing to listen about you. He’s really very happy to find a person that loves him for him.

🎭 He's great with kids and all the parents always falls in love with him, so family meetings will never be an issue.

🎭 He will drown you in love, honestly. He’s never pushy or demanding, no. But he will make sure to be there for you, when you need him and that you know that he has your back. Words, touches, small gifts and acts of love, that’s his language.

🎭 Making you a breakfast or lunch to work; holding your hand in public; giving you the time and place to be alone of you need and don’t ask or push the subject until you’re ready to speak.

🎭 Remembering little details about you, like your favorite colour; the first time you kissed; your favorite artist; your least favorite topping on pizza; that stupid song you hate but love to sing in the shower or while doing something at home. He remembers everything, or at least tries to.

🎭 He’s very grateful for you, for your support and love, for all of the sleepless nights that turned into another rejection, and for every encouraging word you said. But most importantly, he’s grateful for your confidence in him. He can see how much you truly believe in him and it motivates him to work harder, be braver and do better.

🎭 And when he got the main role in the new prodaction "Richard III" after many years of being an understudy... He was ecstatic. You barely opened the door and he was all over you, crying and proposing to you.

🎭 He’s the epitome of the ideal boyfriend, and he will forever cherish you.

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Imagine comforting Chinnery after another accident at the vet clinic.

requested by anon: Could I request an Imagine for Mr Chinney from League of Gentlemen where you’re comforting him after another disastrous appointment with some poor animal? warnings: mention of animal's death

Poor Mrs. Atwell just wanted to check on her kitten Snowball today, as he was strangely inactive lately. But a simple check up turned into a horrible disaster. An electricity drop turned the MRI into an oven and the poor little thing… well, you can imagine what happened.

After a long day at work, Chinnery came home downcast. All it took for him to break into tears was your innocent question about his day. Now Matthew was sobbing openly, clinging to you for dear life. Big drops of tears were soaking your shirt.

He was mumbling something incoherently at the nape of your neck between his sobs, while you rocked his body gently and held him close. Your heart clenched with pity for him.

You kissed the crown of his head in an attempt to comfort him. The man only tightened his grip on you in response.

"I’m very sorry, honey." "I'm a horrible murderer!" It was progress. At least this sentence was coherent. Even if it's self-degrading.

"Matt, look at me." He lifted his head, but his eyes still weren’t looking at you. You cupped his face as gently as you could and waited until he finally locked his sad blue eyes with yours. You tilted your head to look him in the eyes and tried to put all of your love into your voice for him to hear and accept your truth.

"Love, you couldn’t predict there’d be some kind of problem with electricity. I know if you could, you’d never put this little thing in the MRI. You love animals, it’s just a horrible accident. This is not your fault."

Tears were still streaming down his face, but he sighed and nodded, acknowledging your words. You brought him closer again and hugged him tightly, locking his body in the circle of your arms. He mumbled a ‘thank you’ and rested his head on your shoulder. You can only hope that there will be fewer accidents like this from now on.

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