#Proinsias Cassidy imagine

[cinebration]

Your Arse (Proinsias Cassidy x Reader) [Request]

please could you write a cassidy (preacher) x depressed gf imagine? i’m just having a hard time lately and i think that nocturnal irish dickhead would probably cheer me up, thank you x—Requested by anon

I apologize for getting this back to you so late, anon. I hope you like it, and I hope it helps. ♥

Warnings: mention of self-immolation

Gif Source: margothecreator

They say depression is like a cloud, making everything gray and banishing away sunlight. For you, it was more like a hole, a deep pit with the entrance towering high above, leagues out of reach.

And sometimes it filled with water, the pit, gallons and gallons that pressed down on you with increasing pressure. Sometimes you kicked toward the surface, treading water barely to keep your nose and mouth above the turbulent waters.

Other times, you let yourself sink to the bottom, wondering when you would inhale enough to feel the blissful numbing of everything shutting down.

Oftentimes, you would manage to haul yourself up out of the pit, out of the crushing pressure of the water. It took monumental effort, and you felt more exhausted afterward than you did just wallowing at the bottom of it all.

It was getting harder to climb out.

People who bothered to notice offered unhelpful advice and suggestions: “If you smile more, it’ll make you happier!” “Go out and do stuff, meet people!” “Take B-twelve!”

You couldn’t even muster up irritation anymore at such inane suggestions.

All you felt was numb.

~~

The only person who didn’t say such stupid things was your boyfriend. In your mind, you referred to him as “Nocturnal Irish Dickhead,” but his name was Proinsias Cassidy, although he preferred the latter. You liked to think that because he was a vampire and over a century old, he simply knew better than to spout off the nonsense other people said.

The sad fact of the matter was, he never said any of that shit because what was the point? After a century of depression and guilt and shame, he knew that the best medicine was whatever you decided worked best. If that meant sleeping half the day away and then spending the rest of it on the couch, swaddled up in a weighted blanket, so be it.

Until the day you were still in bed near sunset. He had heard you wake, shift, and then lay still, curled in the fetal position as though you were going to cry. The tear ducts were dry, however. You couldn’t get them to work.

After an hour, Cassidy wandered into the bedroom, doing his best to hide his unease. You followed him with one eye until he sat on the edge of the mattress.

He offered you the bottle of whiskey in his hand. You shook your head.

“You sure?” he asked.

“It’s bad for you.”

“Sure, but it takes the edge off.”

You fixed him with a stare. “It doesn’t even work. It’s all still there in the morning.”

He shrugged and set the bottle down between his feet. “That’s fair.”

Cassidy scuffed his shoes against the wooden floor. He had chosen to wear the clothes you had bought him, looking for once like a properly dressed gent and not a down-on-his-luck asshole. You wondered if he had donned the outfit in an attempt to cheer you up. Even if he hadn’t, you were surprised to feel mildly pleased to see him gussied up in regular attire.

“Y’know, if Tulip or Jesse were here, they’d say something about you being in bed all day.”

You frowned, glanced away from him.

“But, y’know, they’re not here, so there’s that. And if they did say something like that, I’d make them eat their own words back.”

“Oh, yeah?” you managed to ask.

“Definitely. Anything for my girl. If you asked me to light the ol’ padre up for you, I would.” He fished around in his pocket until he yanked out a cracked Bic lighter. “Got my fire-making tool right here and everythin’.”

Despite yourself, you snickered. “That’s only because you want to get back at Jesse for letting you burn in the sun.”

“It’s only fair that he understands the sacrifice I made to prove that point to him.”

“Sacrifice,” you snorted.

“Hey, it’s no walk in the park getting burned to a crisp, yeah? It took me ages to get better. Ages, love. Not to mention the smell. I’ll never get it out of my nose, not for as long as I live.”

“That was years ago.”

“I know! That’s the point, love!”

You glanced back at him, head cocked slightly as you took in the borderline manic expression on his worried face, his lighthearted smile strained by his desperation to make you feel better. “Do you want me to tell you to light Jesse Custer on fire?”

“Alls I’m saying is that I would not offer any objection if you told me to. I would do it, no questions asked.”

“Tulip would kill you.”

“Well, see, lots of people have tried, and I’m still here, y’know. I killed a whole plane of ’em once and then took a nose-dive into fuckin’ Nevada or somethin’, I dunno. Not only did I survive the fall, but I managed not to get burned to a crisp. So, I’m not afraid of Tulip.”

“Uh huh.”

“I can prove it to you!”

Despite yourself, a weak laugh slipped past your lips. “Okay, but only because I want to see Tulip tear a piece out of your ass.”

“You make that sound like a bad thing.”

You kicked his hip, the blow lessened by the sheets tangled around your legs.

“Ow! What was that for?” He rubbed at his bony hip, grimacing. “Try to do something romantic for my girl and I get repaid in pain.”

“Baby.”

A wide, genuine smile split across his face, eyes dancing. “There she is.”

Cheeks burning, you glanced away from him. “Shut up.”

The bed shifted as Cassidy crouched down in front of you, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Now would ya come outta bed, love? You can make a bed on the couch, and we can watch trash TV. Just move from the bed, yeah?”

Huffing, you hung your head. “Fine.”

“It’s not that far to the couch, love.”

“Yeah, I know, I know.”

“Do you need me to help you walk? I can even move your jaw for you if you wanna snack on stuff.”

You shot him a glare as you disentangled from the sheets and climbed to your feet. “You’re being an ass.”

“Yes, but I’m your arse, and you love me. You love your arse.”

Another snicker slipped past your teeth. “You’re damn right I do.”

Cassidy made a show of glancing at your behind. “And I do, too.”

You smacked his shoulder on the way out.

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine Cassidy trying to help you through depression.

It had been a struggle to get you to leave the house. For the past couple of days, you’ve been curled up on the couch, burying yourself in a knit blanket despite the southern heat. You didn’t even do anything. You didn’t watch tv. On and off you’d reach for your phone and bring it underneath, playing candy crush or something like that and then put it back out and do ... nothing. Doze? Cassidy didn’t like it.

He tried different things. He’d sit with you, pulling your feet onto his lap. Watch TV. You weren’t watching it with him. You were still under the blanket. But he’d still laugh at things and explain them to you, only to cut himself off mid-sentence when he realized that talking to you was like talking to a sack of potatoes. He tried bringing you food. Meals weren’t an option. But sometimes you’d take the packages of cheese and crackers that he’d offer, bringing them underneath.

He was really beginning to miss your face.

Day five. You’ve only gotten up to use the bathroom when your bladder felt like it was going to burst. This was the point where Cassidy had enough. “Alrigh’ love, I didn’t wanna do this,” He warned, before picking you up. You felt so light. The lack of food. The lack of actually caring for yourself. He could feel how it had diminished you. “You re starting to stink up to Holy Hell. I’m washin’ you down.”

You fought meekly. Legs kicking with half-hearted enthusiasm. You knew you should. You really did. A shower would be really nice, but - you just didn’t feel like it. Didn’t want to stand there with your thoughts. Cassidy, by this point, didn’t give a fuck what you wanted. No more blanket. He ripped it off of you. Along with your clothes. Being in front of him like this now was humiliating. Haven’t washed. Haven’t shaved. Deodorant was barely keeping you together. He took off his own clothes too, showing his dedication to getting in there with you. He really was going to wash you down.

“You gonna tell me what’s the matter?” He asked, turning on the water. It took the pipes a good minute or two for the water to kick in. Old building, and the water was rarely used at night.

“I forgot to pick up my meds,” You mumbled. He pushed you into the stand up shower now, under the water, then scoffed at you with disbelief.

“That’s it? All of this - because you forgot your fucking meds? Jaysus fuck, I coulda picked them up for yah.”

“Can you?” You asked, still quiet. The water - it felt nice. You had to admit that. Even better when Cassidy got your shampoo on his hands and started going over your head with it. “Please?”

“All ye’ had to do was ask. I’ve been meaning to pick up more meds myself. Anti-depressants is nothin’. I’ll get you enough to take you to the moon.”

Requested by: Anonymous

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[georges-chambers]

My unpopular opinion is that vampires are actually very lame, boring, and not actually all that enticing. Why would a vampire be enticing when you could go full cannibalism on someone? Something like "Ravenous" is far more homerotically enticing than anything Vampire related. I am bored by them and rather uninterested in them as a whole and they simply do very little for me. I have to enjoy the character as a character when vampires are involved. Otherwise the whole vampirism trait is just... bland and like: "Okay. And I'm sure their favourite colour is blue. Those bits of information hold the same amount of value to me."

Firstly I see your point but some people are cowards. And need to be slowly radicalized. By me. And generally I do feel the same where like. I really have to enjoy The Character to also enjoy that they're a vampire. And them being a vampire has to add something to them, which brings me to;

That part about cannibalism actually reminds me of a character who I recently got (back) into after (re)watching Preacher after like 2017. The major vampire character in that (Proinsias Cassidy) is. Alright, so to spoil it a bit and give an idea, he was born in 1897 somewhere around Dublin, and became a vampire after having the absolute worst night of his life in 1916 after seeing his best friend brutally murdered in Irish uprisings, deserting his poet because of it, and then being dragged into a bog by a vampire and turned by them (they put so much effort into the bog vampire that I'm also kind of obsessed with them but they were unfortunately never focused on). Because of that, he feels like there's no point in returning to his family and community for a lot of reasons (firstly likely his desertion and the regular early 20th century 'this is a monstrous thing that I am! This is so so horrid and so am I for it!' Feelings, but he also later tells a story about a woman he knew having all 6 of her kids die at the end of world war 1, and then at some point his criminal record in the United States is read, implying he went to New York in the 1920s, then travelled around most of the 20th century). After that, he goss on to have something of a life of crime and escalating shenanigans such as a lot of drugs. But every now and again, when it's mentioned (such as his murder of someone in the 1920s), his outward personality of a 'fun-loving party guy' (which, in the scene he's introduced in, it becomes clear he actively utilizes to get people to lower their guards around him when they're in any way dangerous to him, like religious extremist vampire hunters) starts to slip and he suddenly seems consumed with a sopping wet, pathetic kind of sadness.

At this point, I'm realizing I'm kind of selling you on him like a used car salesman but like please stay with me here.

There's this repeated long-running joke in the show where he talks about the idea that people 'use skin graphs now. Insane, right? Just take skin from somewhere and put it somewhere else? And they're probably using foreskin too' which sounds like just such a silly thing for him to be sooo horrified by right? Especially when he enjoys so many other terrifying things like the character he's absolutely in love with (she kissed him. Once. When she thought he was a human who was dying. They also had sex once which he referred to extremely sadly once as having 'made love') irritatedly picking blood and viscera out of her hair. But surely not indicative that he clings to his conservative terror at the prospect of cannibalism as a remnant of the time and place he wants to go back to but can never right?

Well, at some point there's a very detailed scene in which he imagines getting far enough with the one he loves so much to tenderly kiss her for a while, before he loses track of himself and starts cannibalistically eating her. It's only after that that we see him, terrified by his own ideas alone, terrified by things that, by that point, other characters frequently see and have absolutely little to no problem with.

There's also a part in which he shows his 'true self' to his. Best friend of. Less than a month. Seriously, he met the main character at a bar or something, they talked for a while, and then he was willing to brutally murder anyone who was a threat to him at all. These 2 were just. Unwell about each other. And he can survive literally anything as long as he can eat flesh/drink blood after (but it has to be from something recently deceased or still alive). Except the sun. So to show his best friend his true nature, he just. Walks into the sun after saying, 'Are you gonna let me burn now too?' And does catch flame and burn horribly before he's put out. He then spends a while locked in a room being slowly healed by eating various animals until someone manages to trap her shit husband in with him, who he eats, but not before the audience can know he doesn't like doing that at all.

But then that best friend goes back to him there, the one who's horrified is Just Him. His friend just apologizes for having let him burn and generally been awful to and dismissive of him, but he's just like, "but.... you did put me out. Eventually🥺".

Much later in the show he's also revealed as canonically bisexual with a morally worse vampire who likes the 'stereotypical' vampire aesthetic, until he finds out he does actually eat people and major confrontation ensues. But only because he was so extremely pathetic about it all that the followers of that vampire had Cassidy turn them so they could all devour that other vampire (vampires can always devour other vampires in this).

Later on, the major antagonist of the series offers him literally anything he'd want (to be lovers with that character, to just Go Home, to his own time and place) and he keeps refusing, but during that, he's summed up best, with the line, "I think you're a little boy who wants to go home." And he just. Cries in the most pathetic way I've ever Seen. And the last scene after that is the main character discovering him almost dead, forced by that character to drink blood out of desperation, saying, "I'm sorry. I said no. I kept saying no. Until I said yes. But for you. Not for me." And the main character, who has spent the past 3 seasons just being horrible to him, is gently holding his hand telling him he understands and he did his best.

ANYWAYS. I hope I've convinced you he's. He could maybe be an exception. Because this isn't even all of the. Well. Everything about him.

#didnt expect my first response on this would be a fucking. character essay. #on a Preacher character. #on my Terror blog. #its more likely than you think. #ask game

[bowieandqueen11]

First Meeting / Cassidy Headcanons

Request: AHHH YES! Someone who writes for the preacher but in particular Cassidy. 🥺, I love that lil vampire boy and he deserves so much more appreciation lol. I was wondering if you could write a Headcanon on meeting him for the first time. The reader can be vampire or human which ever you want. Thank you in advance :) 

Thank you for reminding me that I really need to reread these comics XD

This will probably be the last Preacher piece I write, just because the show’s over now!

Comments are much appreciated! <3

Being a vampire, you just know on instinct when you meet another of your own. You always have a sixth sense of knowing which people were interesting, and boy did you know that he was. There was just something special about him.

He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. 

At the moment, though, he just looked distraught.

The bar seems to curve with your gaze, dark in the barely lit room that swirls with smoke. Through the windows, the diamonds of lead panes trickles the sallow light of street-lamps. The smell has changed over the years. Once it was of cigarette smoke only, the perfume that clung to clothing, skin and furniture alike. Now it is stale beer and body odour.

The crowd had been so jubilant, singing the songs that belonged to the inebriated and joyful. They rubbed shoulders, never minding that their toes were often trodden on or that they were in closer proximity to these strangers than they usually were to friends or even family. 

The atmosphere was one of elation, the warm spring air occasionally punctuated by whoops and hollers.

He, however, sits at the counter alone, a slouch in his shoulders and a sadness about his head. His fingers play with his pint glass, watching the last few auburn drops tinkle around the rim with a dissatisfied sigh.

He doesn’t notice you slide onto the chair next to him, until you’re already talking.

‘What’s got you looking so sad, friend?’

He only raises an eyebrow as he drops his glass back onto the granite.

‘Some gobshite stole my suitcase.’

Proinsias desperately tried to hide how fearful he was as he turned to look at you with a sad grimace. He could control the tremor in his voice to a degree. He could consciously will his body movements to be less stilted. He could make himself smile somewhat even if it looked fake and unnatural. His heart, although unbeating, felt like it was going a million miles a minute.

‘So you’re not from around here, hm? Neither am I. Came here a long, long time ago, long before you were born. What’s your name, stranger?’

‘Proinsias....Cassidy. Proinsias Cassidy.’

His smile was one of happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. You could see how it came from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and you hear it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed. It was beautiful.

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[mrvdocks]

A Little Death

AU of 4x09 where God tempts Cassidy but differently. 

tw: some blood mention

Cassidy was getting real tired of this shit. And with every word God kept saying, he was restless and powerless as he held him still. 

“Picture a mountain, a mile wide and soaring high made entirely of pure flaked Peruvian heroin. Picture the one you love, all to yourself, picture Ireland. Ah that’s it, your deepest desires.”

With that, God pushed Cassidy forward and his vision went white. Then, he heard it. Birds chirping, the brisk air and the familiar smell of home. A hand touched his shoulder, he looked up to see an old face. 

“Billy?”

Billy smiled, “Come on then, what’re you waiting for, a victory parade?” 

As he went to follow, Cassidy was suddenly aware of the sun shining on him. He took a look at its source, in awe that he wasn’t ablaze. It had been so long.

His eyes darted to movement, and then he was engulfed in hugs from little ones he only remembered in dreams. 

“Careful now, don’t crush him! That’d be poor thanks for the man who saved my life.”

A woman’s familiar voice rang out, “Out of the way!” 

The little ones moved aside to let her have a turn. “You came back to us! I knew you would oh, my boy.” Her voice was hopeful with a hint of relief. 

Suddenly the trance was broken, and Cassidy found himself back with God.

“A second chance, Proinsias. The life you could’ve had. The man, you should’ve been. And if it weren’t for Jesse Custer, that smug son of a bitch, the girl you could’ve had.” 

His thoughts immediately went to you. Where were you? Were you safe? Had God done something to you too? What about your - 

The thought was interrupted as God sent him into another blank. This time however, when he opened his eyes, you were there. 

“Well, well, sleeping beauty. We’ve been waiting for you.” You said sweetly, you sat straddling him, hands roaming around his face delicately. His hand came up to feel yours, feeling just how soft and full of warmth it was. Before he’d turned you and left you cold. 

“We?” He asked groggy, somehow feeling sleepy in this dream. 

“Yeah silly, we.” You gestured towards a crib in the back, just far away from his vision. He could see the mobile turning, playing an old Irish melody he knew since he too was a wee babe. You let him sit up and moved to pick up the babbling child, bringing it over to sit between the two of you. He was in awe again, this time getting completely lost in those eyes that were just like his. 

“Is he...” He trailed off, not completely sure what he wanted to ask first.

“He’s very much just like you.” 

Cassidy could only laugh. Something in him was delighted that you were alive, and that a piece of you, his son, was free from what he was. 

As his son babbled and drooled all over his hand, a thought popped into his head. “Where’s Jesse?” 

You had a puzzled look. “Who’s Jesse?” 

His brows furrowed in similar confusion. “What do you mean - your brother.” 

You laughed, “I’m an only child, remember?” 

Something was off. 

“You do have a brother! His name is Jesse Custer, and he’s a bloody priest and Tulip...”

Your face fell suddenly. “Cassidy, stop. I don’t know any Jesse Custer. Who’s Tulip?” This time you’d brought your child closer to you, holding him while keeping an eye on Cassidy. Cassidy didn’t know what the hell was happening. If you didn’t remember your own brother, did you even remember what he was?

“Your best friend! You’d die for Tulip!” 

Your son began to get upset, starting to cry. You held him close to your chest as you moved off the bed to soothe him with some toys. “Cassidy I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Of course, you do.” He lept off the bed and came to hold you in place by your shoulders, trying to meet your avoiding eyes. “Come on, that’s how you met me. Tulip brought me to you, you saw me that night. You were afraid of me.” 

You were starting to get scared about your lover’s sudden outburst. “Cassidy, please you’re scaring me. You’re scaring him.” 

“Love, snap out of it. You died! You died and I bit you to save you.” 

Genuinely terrified, you tried to wriggle out of his tight grasp. “I think you’ve been drinking too much.” 

Cassidy’s mind raced, what kind of sick game was God playing? Before he could even get another word out, you stared up at him in shock. His brows furrowed in confusion and panic. Your baby was gone. 

Your eyes roamed the room, your voice quivering as you called out to him. “Where is he?” 

You hunched over in pain and Cassidy was helpless as you clawed at your stomach. Crimson seeped through your clothes at a rapid pace, staining both yours and his hands. “What did you do?” You cried, collapsing into his arms. He kneeled, unable to process everything going on. 

God’s voice came out of nowhere, loud and unforgiving.

“The life you could’ve had with the one you love, free of any supernatural remnants. No Jesse Custer. No Tulip. No divine intervention. Everything you wanted, a normal life with family.”

Cassidy felt something rise in him, a pain in his throat, seeing you basically be ripped apart by God was torture. You grasped his arm tight, choking on your own blood. He felt the most helpless, he imagines this is what the bite did to you, took your liveliness away and left you scratching at him for help. He shushed you, not sure who he was trying to soothe. Your cries died down, and your eyes went blank. 

He was frozen, letting the build up of emotions unleash like a dam. His tears springing from his face as he cradled you in his arms. His hopes, his dreams. 

“Please stop.” Cassidy cried. “Please, please, stop.” 

God’s voice came back over his begging. “Oh Proinsias, you tired little boy. It’s time to go home.” 

With that, Cassidy woke up in the room again with God. God smiled.

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[fanoftheimagines]

[Text: “Being the only one Cassidy lets call him Proinsias”]

[Picture: Proinsias Cassidy smiling and laughing]

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[spotsspeciall]

Tulips little sister

There is not enough Cassidy fanfic out there so I had to write one!

This is my first ever fanfic! I hope you like it!

Pairing: Proinsias Cassidy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2,530

Warnings: Swearing.

Summary: (Season one)

Y/N O’Hare is Tulips little sister and is working at the bar at Toadvine, the whorehouse. Y/N is seen as the innocent and “weak” little sister, and Tulip is very protective of her. Y/N meets Cassidy while at Toadvine.

Authors note: English is not my first language so sorry if there is any mistakes! I also wanted “Y/N” to be as vague as possible, so she could look like what you want, but I just had to give her freckles! Sorrynotsorry. But I hope you enjoy either way!

It’s a normal workday at Toadvine, the whorehouse, and the usual guys from Q.M&P were there to gamble, drink and sleep with whores.

You spent most of your time refilling drinks to the gamblers, so doing your normal routine you walked up the stairs into the room where the gambling table stood, you heard a couple of “hey Y/N” from the usual guys, and Tulip who sat there gambling most nights. You put on your usual innocent smile and asked if anyone wanted anything to drink, and everyone ordered their usual drinks.

You thought everyone had ordered what they wanted until you looked around the room and saw a ruff, skinny man you had never seen before, actually, he was incredibly hot, you even felt the blood rush up your neck to your ears and cheeks.

You tried to hide the redness in your cheeks while you asked him “do you want anything to drink mister?” he answered, “I could use a glass of whiskey, lass” while he was talking you almost choked on your own spit. It was the most beautiful accent you had ever heard.

You didn’t notice you were staring until you heard Tulip speak up from the other side of the table. “Hey! Keep your eyes to yourself and stop staring at my little sister like that” you snapped out of your trance and turned your head to look at Tulip, if looks could kill, the Irishman would be brutally murdered by now. You turned to look at him when he said “Come on now! How could I keep me eyes to meself when she looks that beautiful” he looked up at you when he called you beautiful, and you could swear to God that your cheeks were burning up and you looked as red as a tomato.

But you knew you had to say something or else he would definitely be killed by Tulip any second. So you tried not to focus on the Irishman and turned to look at an angry Tulip, you knew she was very protective of you, so you tried  to calm her down by saying “Tulip, it’s okay, he was just fliting a little” she turned to look at you, and you could tell see was fired up.

“Yeah he was flirting with my little sister! He just wants to fuck you cause he thinks you’re a whore Y/N!” Now you were fired up. You couldn’t believe what she just said, you have had enough, and you raised your voice “I can’t fucking believe you Tulip! You’re calling me a whore? Jesus, I am a grown woman and I can take care of myself!” she opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off and figured it was easiest to move on and not fight with Tulip now “well I’ll get ya’ll drinks, and you wanted whiskey right?” you asked the Irishman.

You could see he was a little stunned by you and Tulips outbursts, but his look softened and answered a simple yes, you offered a simple smile and turned around and walked out the door.

You were so focused while pouring the drinks that you didn’t notice that the Irishman had come down to the bar and introduced himself. “Cassidy” he said, you jumped and turned around.

He realized he scared you “Sorry lass, didn’t mean to scare ya, me name is Cassidy”, “Oh it’s okay, my name is Y/N. Sorry ‘bout me and Tulip earlier, she thinks I’m still a kid and can’t take care of myself” now he had a smirk on his face and answered “no problem Y/N, you looked cute while you were mad anyway” now it was your turn to smile and feel like your face and insides was on fire.

You looked down at your hands and muttered a small thanks, then you found a small glass and filled it halfway with whiskey and handed it to him. “here is that whisky by the way” he took the glass and held it high while toasting “thanks love” you just tried to keep yourself under check while smiling back.

He downed the whole glass and slammed it down on the bar while wiping his mouth, you just kept staring at him until you got interrupted by one of the guys upstairs screaming “Where are the drinks Y/N!?” You snapped out of it and smiled at Cassidy while finishing up the drinks.

You and Cassidy returned to the gambling table together and he went and sat down while you handed out the drinks, you could see Tulip was mad, but at least she kept her mouth shut you thought. The last glass you put on the table was for Clive, that gross asshole of a man.

And of course, he just had to creep his hand up and cup your ass while you bent over to put the glass on the table. Tulip had seen the whole exchange and was ready to cut off his hand, and Cassidy was ready for some beating.

But before either of them had even stood up, you had already slapped his hand away and you had knocked your fist right in his nose “don’t you ever touch me” venom was laced in your voice, and Tulip had never seen this side of you, she was sure you weren’t capable of hitting someone in the face, you surprised her.

But as quick as your voice was laced with venom, it was gone the next second when you turned to the rest of the people around the table and said “just call me if you need more to drink, I’ll be at the bar” then you had that same old innocent smile on your face and headed out, down to the bar.

Cassidy was speechless and even a little bit turned on, he didn’t even hesitate and followed you down to the bar. You didn’t even notice that Cassidy had followed you to the bar because your fist was hurting like hell.

While looking at your knuckles you heard that Irish accent coming from behind you say, “you never punched someone before, have ya?” you chuckled and turned around “no I haven’t, didn’t know it would hurt this much” he offered a kind smile and said “ let’s get some ice for that hand yeah?” you nodded and smiled while you followed him to the back.

You guided him to where the freezer was in the back of the room, and he opened it and searched for something to cool your fist. Eventually he pulled up a frozen bag of vegetables and held it out for your hand.

When you took it from him and put it on your fist, you thanked him, he just nodded and smiled. There were a few seconds of silence, but it was a comfortable silence. You were both lost in each other’s eyes, until Mosie, the owner of Toadvine came through the door.

She was a sweet woman, always kind to you. She looked at the both of you and said “Y/N, you should get back to the bar, there are costumers” “Sorry! I’ll be right there!”. You looked at Cassidy and gave him a sad smile “Sorry! I really need to get back to work”.

He smiled back and said “Of course, I should get back to the game” he nodded his head towards the gambling room and chuckled. He started to walk out, and you said “see you ‘round” he winked and said “yeah, see you ‘round” then he was out the door.

You got back to work, it wasn’t that busy, but you liked it. When you had nothing to do, Cassidy kept drifting into your mind, and you could feel yourself smiling each time you thought about him.

He did the same, while playing poker he kept thinking about you, but the longer he did, the sadder he became. He thought he wasn’t good for you, you deserved better. Even if you liked him back, he would lose you, lose you to time or worse. He thought it was best to just let you be, you were still young, and you had your whole life ahead of you, and he was a 119-year-old vampire. So, he decided to just let you be.

So, when Cass got the offer to spend the night with a decent looking woman, he said yes. He could have average sex while thinking of you, he thought that at least was good enough. But he did not expect to get beaten and fall out the window.

You were putting some glasses on the shelves when you suddenly heard that there were lots of people in the “living room”, you slowly made your way to the crowd and listened to what was being said for the back of the crowd.

Of course, it was Tulip fighting with Clive, you listened to the whole fight, but when they were done you just shook your head in disappointment and made your way back to the bar. You didn’t really pay any more attention to your surroundings while you started cleaning the bar.

You got startled when you suddenly heard a window break and then a bang. Without thinking you sprinted up the stairs to see what had happened. You shoved Clive and that woman out of the way to see Tulip standing by the broken window.

You asked her what happened, she just answered “I-I thought it was Clive”. You didn’t understand what she meant so you went over to the window to see what she was talking about. That’s when you saw a man lying face down on the car with glass around him. You couldn’t see who it was at first until you realized it was Cassidy.

You turned to Tulip and said, “we need to take him to a hospital right now!” Tulip didn’t say anything, she just ran downstairs and helped you get Cassidy into her car. She drove to the hospital while you had Cassidy’s head in your lap in the backseat.

While Tulip was driving, you were panicking in the backseat. Cassidy had a huge glass piece lodged in his throat. You kept saying please, please don’t die. It seemed like he was drifting in and out of consciousness and you kept trying to keep him alive. Tulip was also panicking.

While trying to keep Cassidy from losing consciousness you heard her pray to “God”. You knew that she didn’t exactly believe in God, but she asked him to keep Cassidy alive, and if he did, she would be good.

You kept trying to stop the bleeding from his throat while you were freaking out and repeatedly saying “please make it” and “please don’t die”. From your lap Cassidy could see you were freaking out and couldn’t control your breathing. He actually thought you were cute while worrying about him.

You looked down at him again and you caught Cassidy looking up at you with a lazy and crooked smile. Without realizing you were smiling too.

At that moment it was as if everything was in slow motion for Cassidy, maybe it could be the blood loss? Either way, he was looking at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he had already lived for 119 years. You looked so beautiful while the wind was blowing through some of the hair that was loose from your ponytail, you even had some blood on your face and neck, and your t-shirt was covered in his blood, but you looked breathtaking.

From the streetlights he could really see your features, your beautiful eyes that were looking right at him, he could easily get lost in them, he already had once. Your cute nose, and the way it was covered in small freckles. And, of course, your lips. Wow, he really craved those lips. He could kiss them all day long.

So, when Cassidy was looking at your lips, he couldn’t help himself when the words “kiss me” came out of his mouth. You thought that you heard him wrong, he looked you in the eyes again, and you softly muttered a “what”. He couldn’t help himself again when he repeted himself and said, “kiss me”.

When he said those two words, you crashed your lips to his. It was wonderful, euphoric even. It was like a new high for Cassidy, a drug he had never had before. Cass was out of his mind while you kissed him. He had kissed a lot of women in his time, but not like this. You felt like your lips fit like two puzzle pieces, they were meant for each other (you were meant for each other?)

The kiss felt like an eternity, but you had to stop so you could both catch your breath. When you opened your eyes again, Cassidy was looking up at you like an adorable puppy, you had such a grin on your face that you had to try to stop it by pulling you bottom lip between your teeth.

Without realizing, you were now at the hospital. You didn’t know it Tulip had seen what happened, or even heard it, but right now you couldn’t care less. She helped you getting Cassidy out of the car and into the hospital.

You and Tulip both sat him down in a chair and went to talk to the lady in the window. She tried to hand you a form to sign, and you and Tulip both said at the same time “are you crazy?!” Tulip started to explain that he needed to see a doctor now or else he would die. That’s when she asked “who”. You both turned around to look at Cassidy when you saw that he no longer sat in the chair, you couldn’t see him anywhere.

But you could see his blood trail, you and Tulip just looked at each other, then started to follow the blood trail. When you both got to the end of the trail, you were at a door. Tulip was the one to push the door open, and that’s when you saw him.

Cassidy was covered in even more blood than before and was sucking blood out of a blood-bag like it was a nice refreshing drink. You just stood there looking puzzled while Cassidy said “you were right love, I think I’m gonna make it”

- I think i’ll right a part 2 if people like this one!<3 

- Also if you want, you can of course give me feedback if i should improve something or do something different!

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[worldofpureimagination19]

Hello Everyone!

I’ve decided I’ve wanted to start writing fanfiction again! I was originally fanfictionforum1994, but I’ve decided to start over again. I will be reposting some old imagines on here from that tumblr account. I am currently taking requests for the following characters/movies/shows:

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

PREACHER

STEVE HARRINGTON

JONATHAN BYERS

HARRY HOOK

Please send in your requests!

Thank you everyone! It feels good to be back!

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[fandomnom]

After an argument with them...:Preacher edition

Jesse Custer

Jesse would probably be pacing back and forth in the room getting angry

He would just think about everything and try to see when things gone wrong

He would probably be more angry at himself for letting it get that far

Jesse would go towards you and talk things out with you

You would apologize and so would he and you to would kiss and make love after

Tulip O’Hare

Tulip would probably be just as stubborn as you would be after the argument

You and Tulip would keep it going for days

Both of you would look at one another and act like everything is fine even though they’re not

Tension would be super heavy and she would literally confront you to your face about the argument

Both of you would say few words when talkin our but eventually make up and end up eating Boo Berry together

Proinsias Cassidy

Cassidy would take deep breathes and probably do some drugs to calm him down

He would be really upset about arguing and punch the wall

He would think for a long time until he would knock on your door to check up on you

Cassidy would sit next to you and ease into talking about the argument

Cassidy would talk to you about the argument and make a joke plus maybe even offer you some crack after everything is talked out and solved

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[imagines-everyfandom]

x

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[cinebration]

Down to the Shore (Proinsias Cassidy x gender neutral!Reader) [One-shot]

Premise: You meet Cassidy at a casino bar and decide to help him experience something new.

Some of my feelings about Cassidy and how he was treated definitely come through here…

Tagged: @dearestmrdarcy​​, @lexa-ships-shit​​, @randomnessobsessionsandshit​​, @dynamite-warhead​​

Warnings: mild language

Gif Source: vsnom

Cassidy didn’t tell Tulip or Jesse he had returned to the States. Instead, he skirted past Texas and headed to Las Vegas. He had been feeling particularly lucky, and when luck called, so did the games of chance.

He lost everything but enough money for a drink at the casino bar.

Taking it in good humor, he trudged over to the bar and ordered a Guinness before lounging against the thick-paneled counter, his glance wandering around the place.

Two seats down, crowded against the wall that the bar counter abutted, you sat nursing a drink you barely tasted, one hand fisted in your now-lackluster hair. You stared intensely at the glass, peering through to the bottom.

A heavy sigh slipped past your lips, your vision wavering as tears pushed their way to the surface.

“‘O my dark Rosaleen, do not sigh, do not weep!’”

The Irish accent and the sudden presence of a body to your left made you jerk up your head.

A wide, careless smile graced a skinny, scruffy, pale face beneath a head of short brown hair. You leaned back, letting your gaze sweep over the rest of him. Skinny, gangly, wearing clothes that looked like they had been raided from the lost and found at a police station. Tattoos running down the length of both arms, more peeking out from underneath his shirt collar.

Overall, the kind of guy you wouldn’t have looked twice at but for the words he had said and the sincere look in his green eyes. Eyes that concealed deep sadness.

“What?”

“It’s from a poem,” he explained. “An Irish one. ‘My Dark Rosaleen.’ It’s really about Ireland, not a lady, on account of the British trying to kill everyone for loving their country at the time.”

You blinked. “…which time?”

He laughed. Despite your melancholia, you felt a moment’s elation at hearing the sincere sound.

The bartender brought him his pint. Leaning against the bar, a whole stool between you both, Cassidy sucked deeply from the glass and glanced aside at you. You still looked sad, almost as much as he felt, but at least a faint smile touched your lips.

“Whatcha almost cryin’ into your glass for?” he asked.

The smile slipped. Looking away, you thumbed away some of the perspiration on the glass’s exterior. “Can’t a body just be sad?”

“Sure, but usually there’s a reason.”

You shrugged. “I’d rather be sad than happy.”

Cassidy suddenly thought of Eccarius. The memory sideswiped him. He heard his own words back to his old lover: “I’d rather be sad.”

Yanking his attention back from that pain, he gazed at you over the rim of his drink. Perhaps it was the sadness—the self-inflicted, somewhat voluntary sadness—in you that was calling to him. He wasn’t quite sure.

He wasn’t quite sure why he had recited Irish poetry upon seeing your face, either.

“I’m Cassidy,” he said, extending a hand.

You took it hesitantly and gave your name in return.

“Lovely name.”

“Sure,” you muttered.

“Well, I’ve just lost a shiteload of cash at the tables. I thought I was lucky tonight, but apparently not. So, will you drink with me?”

You side-eyed him, weighing the decision. You hadn’t even finished the one drink, so you weren’t in danger of getting drunk. He seemed like the type not to have the money to pay for more than two or three drinks at a place like this. One, if you were being realistic.

“I’m not paying for your drinks,” you said, guarded.

“I can pay for it myself, thank you.” Fishing out a crumpled ten from his pocket, he slapped it on the bar for the bartender and turned back with a satisfied smile. “That’s all I’ve got, so this”—he lifted his glass—“is all I’m drinking, which is a cryin’ shame, but it is what it is.”

Fingers tapping out a syncopated rhythm on the bar, you slowly nodded. Cassidy slid onto the stool beside you, somehow grinning wider. He raised his drink to yours.

“Did you know, the origin of this,” he said, clinking his glass against yours, “is from way back when, when people would poison each other’s drinks all the time? They’d toast so that their drinks got all mixed together, that way if one of them had been poisoned, they’d all be poisoned together.”

To your surprise, you barked out a short laugh. “I…did not know that.”

“I am a wealth of trivia. I should get on a game show.”

“You look like you’d be hot shit on one.”

His turn to blink now. “Thank you,” he said, genuinely. “I really think I could.”

“What’s keeping you? LA is only five hours away.”

“Well, I have never seen the Pacific Ocean…”

“Really? That’s the crying shame right there. Sort of.” You wrinkled your nose as memory assaulted you. “It smells…salty.”

“I hate to break it to you, love, but oceans are made of salt.”

“In a bad way. Salty and seaweedy…too much seaweed. And it just smells bad all the time. Like a salt marsh. There’s always some dead animal on the sand.”

“Still sounds lovely.”

You laughed again. Cassidy’s heart thudded in his chest. Turns out Tulip wasn’t the only one he could make laugh.

The laughter dying down, you paused to scrutinize the Irishman. He ducked his head beneath your gaze, almost bashful in the face of your naked glance.

You made a decision.

“You wanna go?” you asked.

“Go where?”

“To the Pacific Ocean.”

His eyebrows arched high on his large forehead. “To the ocean? Are you serious?”

“I’m headed out to LA anyway. An extra hour to the beach won’t be too much trouble.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“You don’t want to go, then?”

He snorted. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then finish your drink and we’ll be on our way.”

“Okay,” he said, his grin stuck permanently on his face with giddiness.

He drained the glass in one go.

~~

The whole six-hour drive was filled with talk. Cassidy ranted about The Big Lebowski, which you claimed to never have seen to avoid a potential argument.

“Sometimes,” you said, however, “people need stupid shit to watch or read to get them out of their own heads for a while.”

He huffed. “That’s fair, I s’pose.”

By the time you had nearly reached Los Angeles South Bay—not the prettiest beach, but Cassidy had said he hadn’t seen the Pacific Ocean, not a particular beach—you felt like you had known the man forever. There was something about the way he approached things that felt like a cool breeze on a hot desert night.

It was endearing.

You pulled up outside the beach parking lot, killed the engine.

The water gleamed in the half-moonlight, stretching on endlessly to meet the dark sky on the far horizon.

Cassidy went silent, staring out over the water. You glanced at him, trying to read the expression there. Instead of awe or reverence, the facade of carefree humor fell, replaced with melancholia matching your own.

“My best friends don’t know I’m here,” he said suddenly, his voice solemn, heavy.

You frowned. “Do you need to make a call?”

“Not like that.” He shook his head. “They don’t know I’m back in America.”

“Why haven’t you told them?”

He paused, leaned his head against the window. “I love them, I really do. But…they hurt me. I let them hurt me, because I love them. But it still hurts.”

Your chest tightened. Grasping his hand in yours, you squeezed, not sure what to articulate in words. He glanced at you in surprise. His hand squeezed back in gratitude.

“They say that love is giving people the power to hurt you,” you said slowly, “but I think that’s bullshit. That’s something people say so they don’t feel so bad when they get hurt. What they don’t say is that you deserve better. Real love is from the ones who soothe the hurt and know how to pick you back up and put you back together.”

Tears glimmered in his eyes. Sniffing, he wiped roughly at his face, not so much trying to hide them as he was trying to wipe them away.

“Thank you,” he whispered hoarsely. “I needed to hear that.”

Patting his hand, you leaned back and sighed, feeling some of your own sadness shift, lifted momentarily by the connection with this man. The realization startled you, but for once, it didn’t bother you. Beside you was a man who knew sadness as deeply as your own, if not deeper, but it wasn’t sadness that perpetuated in the presence of similar feelings. It seemed to be having the opposite effect.

A negative and a negative makes a positive, you thought. Only broken people know how to handle the broken.

“You ready to smell this shit?” you asked him, smirking.

He sniffed again, nodded. “I don’t think it’ll smell that bad. I’ve been to other oceans and they didn’t.”

You opened the door. The summer wind flooded into the car.

“Jaysus,” Cassidy cried, laughing and choking on it at the same time. “It really is shite!”

“Told ya.” Stepping out of the car, you gestured for him to follow. “What if I told you you’ll freeze your balls off if you get in the water?”

He got out of the car. “No way. It’s summertime.”

“The Pacific is, like, fifteen degrees colder than the Atlantic, my friend.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I was right about the smell, wasn’t I?”

He grinned, teeth flashing white in the moonlight, and followed you down to the shore.

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[my-wickedone]

Pillow talk / Cassidy

Can I request some fluffy sleepy pillow talk with cuddly Cass? Like him and the reader are just having a nice cuddly evening in bed and she's giggling at his stories and jokes and she's running her hands through his curles as he rests his head on her chest and they're just sprawled out on the bed, idk just a idea... by @tanovic54321

Warning: fluff, cuddling

You dropped your head onto the pillow. It felt good to relax after a long day in the car. You stretched your limbs and sighed deeply. It was not long until Cassidy returned from the bathroom. He immediately smiled as he saw you and crawled onto your side.

“Good to lay down, innit?“, he asked and looked up at you.

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his slim body. He let his head drop onto your chest and hugged you tightly.

“Feels even better with you“, he added and his curls brushed against your cheek. You kissed the top of his head. “Ya know, I think tomorrow we should switch seats, it’s unfair that Jesse’s always got the front seat“, he said while tracing your side with his hand.

“How do you want to do that?“, you asked sleepily.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll just shout the ‚shotgun‘“, he answered.

You chuckled. “Do you think it’ll do?“

He shifted slightly to look into your eyes. “Shotgun is shotgun, as long as I’ll shout it first…“, he explained and pursed his lips.

“Yeah, but what it he uses Genesis?“, you enquired.

Cassidy stared into nothing and thought about what you said. “Ah shite“, he finally said and leaned back down onto you.

You raised your hand to massage his head. “I wouldn’t like it there, anyway?“, he pouted.

“And why is that?“, you asked and slowly closed your eyes.

He shrugged. “It’s lonely at the top.“

You rested your cheek against his head as you were slowly drifting off. You were still smiling about this strange conversation.

“If it’s without you, I don’t want it“, he said and yawned.

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[puppychase]

Genesis From Preacher

#this is how is imagine it #ik the Fandom is dead but #preacher #jesse custer #tulip o'hare #proinsias cassidy #cassidy #amc #art

[bowieandqueen11]

Blood Sucker / Proinsias Cassidy Imagine

Request: Hello love! I was wondering if you write for the preacher would you be able to write a Cassidy x reader (imagine or head cannon) where the reader is a vampire and finds him when he was first bitten. Sorry if that’s a bit vague. :/ 

I still haven’t finished the last season of Preacher, but I read all the comics a while ago and oof do I love my Vampire boy XD

I’m having a rough day so all comments are always appreciated! <3

‘Oh J-Jaysis.’

The lake lay silver in the bright light of the moonshine, not a perfect ovoid, but irregular and rushed, like an ink blot staining into the Earth. The rippled water ran right into the crevices of the stone and dirt, flecks of brick from soldiers passing by lay in the soil washed upon the rocks. Around the edges were pines, chaotic in their spacing but never more than a few feet without another. The only sound was the soft whispering of the trees and Proinsias’ desperate rambles as his stumped fingernails dig into the dirt.

‘Someone help me!’

His mangled lip and slightly askewed nose were caked in dried blood, congealed and cracked. The now browning blood had drizzled down his face like so much rain down a window pane, that the tears that slipped out of the corner of his eyes were near invisible.

‘Stupid bloodsucker!’

Giving up, he gave final push with the heel of his foot and allowed his cheek to sink into the mud.

When he awoke, his limbs were as stiff and cold as a corpse. He raised his hand to his neck and it came away bloody. As he struggled to recollect how on earth he ended up half sunk into the dirt of an Irish bog, he ran his tongue over his teeth. He stopped at his incisors and to make sure felt with his fingers, not even tasting the flecks of soil that lingered on his tongue. They were long and sharp.

But he had bigger problems. As soon as the sunlight wavered across the grass and began to rise against the road, it hit his skin and he felt it bubble, smelling the aroma of burnt flesh.

Rolling out of the way, he nearly cried when he heard your voice.

‘Jesus, I didn’t think there were more like me. You really should stay out of the sun, eejit, are you trying to get yourself killed?’

You were nothing like the story-book vampires: pale with overgrown canines and a dislike of garlic. You looked...normal. Your skin was a little on the waxy side and you wore shades in the daylight, but apart from that, you looked like anyone back in his little village.

‘Who are ya? Can you help me. Jaysis, I have no idea what’s going on-’

The pain increased in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end that crescendos and made his speech wither out in agony. It's as though his blood has become acid, intent of destroying him from the inside out. All he can do is writhe, the occasional whimper escaping to echo through the empty woods.

Black filled the edges of his vision and the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat, not even you walking towards him and kneeling down, gingerly lifting his head up to cradle it in your lap. 

You wanted to save him, he knew, and he almost cried in relief. If he could have, he would of laughed. 

He closed his eyes; he could die happily now. He wanted to focus on his fragile, human heart beat one last time, allowing himself to melt into the feeling of your fingers caressing against his sore cheeks.

‘Come on, now’s not the time to play the fool.’

‘Are you an angel?’

Proinsias was smiling. Perhaps smile wasn't the right word for it: the top row of teeth was showing, and there was a faint curve to the lips, but there was no crease below the eyes, no movement of the cheeks. On anyone else, it would be a grimace, at best. On this face, however, it was a sign of bliss.

‘No, Cassidy, I’m more like you than you think.’

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[mrvdocks]

If you are doing request by any chance would you do one where the reader has a dirty dream about Cass and he over hears them talking in their sleep and is all smug about it the next day? Btw I love your writing and your blog is amazing!

It was particularly hot this evening. So much so that sleeping with the door and window open didn’t faze you. Before, you would’ve rather die than sleep with both open due to your fear of anybody coming in, but tonight was different. You were so tired of work and other things, that once you got home, you hadn’t realized Cassidy was passed out on the couch. You passed him, going into your room and lazily changing until you were just in your undies and bra. As soon as your head hit the pillow, it was lights out for you.

Typically, you’d have night terrors. But this time around, you weren’t sure whether this was a dream or a nightmare. You felt the strange sensation of someone’s breath hitting your lower thigh. It made you stir in bed until you felt like the feeling went away. You heard a chuckle come from this stranger, the intoxicating smell of nicotine and tar wafting over you. It wasn’t exactly rocket science trying to figure this person out. Cassidy. 

His slender fingers drummed against your thighs, slipping underneath you to pull away your panties. Your breath hitched and you shivered, feeling cold all of a sudden. You opened your eyes, following his every move. You both locked eyes, your heart racing faster as he dipped down between your legs. His stubble rubbing against you. You threw your head back, eyes flying shut when you felt his tongue delve into you. Your hand quickly gripped his head, holding him as steady as you could. You bucked against his mouth, but he relented. He had a death grip on both your thighs, holding onto you roughly. He closed his mouth, sucking gently until it earned him a sigh and a strangled moan. Your free hand flew to your mouth, biting down on your fingers to keep quiet. He tilted his head, tongue flicking against your warm lips, then sucking on your clit. 

“Please.” You begged.

Cassidy awoke suddenly at the word. He cautiously sat up,brows knit, trying to pay attention to where the voice was coming from. He stood up, hearing a series of small gasps and moans. They sounded quite obscene to him, but it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to. In fact, they seemed to excite him. Each step he took, he breathed just a little bit harder. When he came to your door, he leaned his head in to peer into your room. 

Holy mother of bleedin’ shite.

A wicked grin found its way to his face, seeing you writhe under the covers, your face contorted between pleasure and restraint. 

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been standing there, it felt like minutes but it’d only been a matter of seconds. He was debating whether or not to wake you either normally or the way you looked like you’d want. His foot slipped from his calf, startling him as he fell forward and into the door, making a small creak.

He froze, looking back to you and seeing you were completely unfazed by it. The little voice of reason in his head compelled him to pull away from the scene before him, telling him to leave you. Whatever came tomorrow, would be worthwhile. He closed your door, heading back to the living room, pants just a little bit tighter than before.

The sun shining in your face woke you up abruptly. You grumbled to yourself, getting out of bed with a yawn. That’s when the previous night’s events shook you. You instinctively touched your body, looking for Cassidy. When he was nowhere in sight, you breathed a sigh of relief. You laughed to yourself, thinking how ridiculous it was to think of him that way. You were probably just frustrated, you thought. But once you stood and felt an unfamiliar feeling between your legs, it all washed away. Damn.

Cassidy leaned against the counter, eyeing you as you cooked breakfast. 

“Should I get the fire extinguisher?” He quipped.

“Funny.” You drawled.

“Get a good night’s sleep?” He asked.

You hesitated for a beat before shrugging. “Sure.” 

“Hmm, thought so.” He said. You turned to see what he meant only to be faced with a smug smile.

You turned to face him, hand on hip. “What’s so funny?” The thought that he’d heard you hadn’t crossed your mind. You’d been too caught up in the dream to pay attention. 

“Y’really don’ know.” He chuckled to himself.

“Know what?”

“Please.” He said mockingly. You visibly tensed, blushing once you realized, ‘oh shit, so maybe he might’ve heard me’.

You let out a little squeal, trying to run away from him in shame. You ducked your head, trying to pass him when he grabbed you from behind. “It’s alright if ya fantasize about me, luv.” 

“Oh shut it, Cass.” 

He smiled to himself, smoothing his hands down your shoulders and up again. 

“’m just bein’ a right bastard. Listen, I won’t make jokes about it.”

You groaned against him.

“C’mon, give ol Cassidy a kiss, eh? Lemme know if it makes ya feel better.” 

He didn’t force it, instead he waited until you’d found enough courage to face him. When you did, you stood on your toes, pecking him quickly. As you made a pass to leave, he spoke again. “So in this dream, what else was I doin’?” 

“Let it go, Cass.” 

#proinsias cassidy imagine #cassidy imagine #preacher imagine

[fanoftheimagines]

[Text: “Being proud of Cassidy for standing up to Tulip”]

[Picture: Proinsias Cassidy saying “So I just let you hurt me. But I am so done.”]

GIF: https://cassidyproinsias.tumblr.com/post/188308958449

S4, E10

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