ugh they are both so perfect and need to stop doing perfect things for perfect pictures

Goblin in Review: The Kisses

As specially requested by @mynameishassie​ Here’s a review/reaction of all the kisses between Shin and Eun-Tak in Goblin. Just to play around cause I have nothing better to do.

Gif Credit | Rating: Innocence = 10/10, Dirty = 0/10, Satisfaction = 4/10

Ahh… good ol’ memories. The very first kiss between Shin and Eun-Tak in episode 6… a kiss so pure, innocent, and naive that all the snowflakes started floating upwards. What is gravity? Apparently it doesn’t work in the presence of these two sweethearts. So what makes this kiss important being their first kiss? Well this kiss set the stage for Shin to start thinking about life instead of dying. This kiss was initiated by Eun-Tak not because she necessarily loved him at the time, but because she didn’t know the consequences of Shin’s sword and what love really encompasses. This kiss compared to their last kiss is totally different in terms of romance and their mutual feelings. Shin was still only learning what it meant to be in love and Eun-Tak was still only desiring love. This is seen in their body language as Eun-Tak was struggling to stay on her tiptoes to hesitantly peck him and Shin’s shoulders were completely slumped forwards in utter dumbstruck. A perfect way to get our silly couple rolling. Despite this kiss being not hot and sexy, I appreciate this kiss as I love Shin’s reaction to Eun-Tak kissing him… to think this supposedly “weak” and “defenseless” girl can easily make this 939 yo Goblin confused and break down his defenses. But I desperately needed more than this kiss.

Gif Credit | Rating: Sweetness = 10/10, Hotness = 2/10, Satisfaction = 7/10

Now this was a proper “first kiss” of them being an official couple; what better way than for Shin to redeem himself by initiating the kiss while Eun-Tak asked for it in episode 10. The setting was perfect for our silly couple: fun date in a tent while drinking soju, a kick-ass entertaining performance, and a sweet and happy kiss shared between the two. This kiss was literally the definition of happiness as their kiss even has it’s own Sun shining a random light of unknown origin. It was quite hot of Shin to grab her face so gently as he kissed her and then Eun-Tak stole another kiss right afterwards. This made me love Eun-Tak more as she’s not afraid to ask for kisses… I understand why, lol. Just look at who her boyfriend is. I do like this kiss a lot, as said by Eun-Tak herself, “It’s perfect.” It was the perfect kiss to show how they mutually love each other after coming to an agreement that they will both fight to be together as compared to episode 4′s kiss. I wasn’t expecting anything hotter or sexier since our couple finally got together after jumping the hurdle of Eun-Tak finding out the truth behind Shin’s sword. But still, I needed more! lmao

Gif Credit | Rating: Cuteness = 10/10, Crime = 0/10, Satisfaction = 6/10

The cute photo booth kiss. That’s all that really needs to be said about this kiss, lol. It was a cute and off-guard peck that Eun-Tak gave to Shin which left him flustered and giggling like a little girl. >.< The funny thing is that Eun-Tak had pure intentions while it left Shin thinking about (most likely) not so pure thoughts … this girl can literally kill Shin on the spot whether she removes his sword or not, lmao. I just can’t get over how Shin caught himself using “tiny” and “small” in the same sentence! And then he proceeded to say he wants to come here every day, lmfao. This entire scene in episode 12 is adorable and especially how pure Eun-Tak’s intentions were to 1) get a picture with him and 2) give him an excuse to see his sister. Of course, it wasn’t enough to satisfy my fangirl desires and I was desperately hoping… praying… for a kiss that would exceed my expectations.

Gif Credit | Rating: Hotness = 10/10, Passion = 10/10, Satisfaction = 100/10 

Now we’re talking… this kiss swept me off my feet when Shin turned back to give her such a desperate, passionate, and engraving kiss before his imminent death. THIS WAS THE KISS WE WERE ALL WAITING FOR 13 EPISODES LATER!!! Just look at this beauty! Till this day… I love this kiss so damn much, it’s the kiss of the century. Just look at how Shin cupped her face as he kissed her with such a passion knowing that he might disappear forever. Look at Eun-Tak unable to say or do anything as she just closed her eyes in compliance… worried why he would suddenly kiss her like that. It was the perfect hot and passionate kiss to show how our couple loves each other and wants to be together. THEIR CHEMISTRY WAS OFF THE CHARTS! OMO! The only that that disappointed me about this kiss was how they DIDN’T FULLY CLOSE-UP FILM IT! Like why you gonna film a friggin hot kiss but not show us the whole thing close up??? Ugh… That was the good stuff there. >.> Despite my love for this kiss, I was praying that an even better kiss would happen once she was 29 yo. 

Gif Credit | Rating: Feels = 10/10, Longing = 10/10, Satisfaction = 10/10

This kiss was sooo good… a slightly melancholic kiss that was filled with feels as Shin immediately embraced a frantic Eun-Tak into a kiss as she finally remembered him. All I can say is that this kiss was so good from the angle it was filmed, from how it focused on Shin’s hand tightening on her, and to how both Eun-Tak and Shin’s eyes were filled with so much pain, sadness, and longing for each other. I started ballin like a baby cause they needed to be in each other’s arms and I was so happy when she finally remembered him! Ugh… To think this all happened in episode 15… T.T But this wasn’t the kiss I was waiting for… there was something else I needed to see from the episode 14 preview. 

Gif Credit | Rating: Lovey Dovey = 10/10, Rainbows & Unicorns = 10/10, Satisfaction = 8/10

Just another really lovey dovey peck between the two… oh wait… two pecks cause Shin wanted another one, lmao. I just love their height difference… *incoherent giggling* BUT I’M STILL WAITING FOR THE BEST KISS DAMNIT! DON’T FAIL ME GONG YOO!!! 


Gifs Credit | Rating : Sexiness = _(꒪ཀ꒪」∠)_, Dirty thoughts = ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ), Satisfaction = ∞ w/ too much salt

What more can I say about how much I am absolutely obsessed with this long over-due sexy make out between these two? Just look at how Shin launched at her… but at the same time Shin is such a gentleman as he stopped to make sure she was okay with it.. OF COURSE she would reply back enthusiastically! BUT I DIED WHEN SHE JUMPED AND WRAPPED HER LEGS AROUND HIM! OMG! AND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL MAKE OUTS, when Shin started planting kisses on her face and she was smiling from enjoying his touch… that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!!! BUT DAMNIT! WHO THE FUCK CUTS IN THE MIDDLE OF GONG YOO AND KIM GO EUN’S KISSES??? WHY WOULD YOU DEPRIVE US OF THESE TWO WONDERFULLY AMAZING KISSERS??? WHY COULDN’T YOU SHOW US THE WHOLE DAMN THING??? (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻

Seriously, the only issue I have with this kiss is that they abruptly cut the kiss at the GOOD part. They could have gradually transitioned out of the scene instead of just cutting in the middle of the kiss; they had plenty of time to add 30 more seconds – oh for goodness sakes, I would’ve been glad to see another hour. PLUS, WHY WOULD YOU NOT SHOW SOMETHING YOU TEASED US IN THE FUCKIN PREVIEW??? Two lovers who defied time, God, death, and were finally together would NOT just simply call it a night after sharing a passionate kiss on the couch AFTER staying together overnight in fuckin luxurious hotel (with probably a huge ass bed)… just saying. ┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ノ︵ ┻━┻

And that’s all folks… I can’t really say that I’m completely satisfied since I love Shintak so much… It makes me sad that Gong Yoo and Kim Go Eun will probably never costar together again since it’s rare for people to costar together a second time. WHAT A SHAME! YOU HAVE TWO AMAZING KISSERS COSTAR TOGETHER AND THAT’S IT? Like I would have been okay if they didn’t show any skin… just some more steamy moments between the two because their love is so fuckin tragic that they deserve some more lovey dovey couple scenes. Ugh… just because I’m a salty grandma, friggin 15 age rating ruined it! At least the kisses got better and better and we got a few Gong Yoo certified kisses in Goblin. T.T 

“The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.” ~ Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One

|| Sketched Love ||

[[request prompt: I loved “Our Love Story” And was wondering if you could write something similar with a Peter Parker x reader where they go to school together and the reader is and artist, and she is always drawing sketches of him during class and stuff? Thanks :)]]

time to work on requests ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) this time I’m all about writing for my main boi, peter parker

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53, , @nekonerdxox , @pepcvina , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none, just pure fluff that comes with experiencing love for the first time ♡

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Love is Easier Done Than Said

So this is kinda, sorta a sequel to Love Has No Labels. Tell me what you think!


Chloe blearily opened one eye at the sound of her phone buzzing across her nightstand, the screen facing up so it lit up the room. Groaning, she grabbed it and swiped her thumb across the screen. “Hello?”


“Beca?” Instantly, Chloe was more alert, sliding up to sit against her headboard. “Hon, is something wrong? Are you hurt?”

“No…no. Nothing like that.” A hiccup followed the statement, and judging by the slight slur to her words, Beca had been drinking. A lot. Chloe frowned. “I just – if I don’t get this off my chest now then I’m not gonna and I don’t like that idea.”

“Beca, where are you right now? Where’s Bree and Jesse?” Chloe knew their friends would never let Beca get into trouble, but still, that she was in this state made her worry.

“They’re sleeping. Bree will probably be up soon. And then she’ll kill me, but I don’t care.”

“Where are you?”

“On the fire escape. Watching the moon set.”

Chloe’s frown deepened. “Have you slept at all?”

“Tried. Couldn’t.”

“What’s wrong?” Because something had to be; Beca doesn’t drunkenly call people, she’d always been sensible about that kind of thing.

“Nothing, I swear. I just….” For the slur in her voice, Beca was remarkably coherent, which meant she was serious about whatever it was. Chloe’s stomach tightened. “I just … I had to hear you voice. I couldn’t wait any longer.”

Whatever Chloe was expecting, it wasn’t that, but it filled her with warmth and made her chuckle. “Bec, you’ll be home in two days.”

“I know, but like … I need to talk to you anyways. Hearing your voice and your laugh is just really nice.”

Chloe smiled. “You’re sweet, Beca.” She paused. “What do you need to talk about?”

Beca actually stopped breathing for a moment; then she inhaled sharply and Chloe breathed, too. “Ugh, this is harder than I thought. A lot scarier.” She laughed, dryly; her voice sounded musky over the phone. “It definitely took a lot more liquid courage than I thought. Sorry for that.”

“You don’t have to be sorry for that.” And she didn’t; Chloe knew what it was like to need a little liquid courage herself.

Like the last party the Bellas had that few can remember, but during which Chloe had downed half a bottle of tequila and done Jesus knows what. Stacie had pictures still; she claimed she was holding them for blackmail.

Mentally shaking herself, she focused on Beca’s voice through the phone.

“No,” Beca said after a moment, “I think I do. Because I’m not a coward, Chloe. I don’t act like this.”

“You can be scared and not be a coward.”

“I shouldn’t be afraid to tell you I love you, though. That shouldn’t be scary. ”

Chloe froze. “You always tell me you love me, Bec.”

“You know I don’t mean it like that, Chloe. You know.” There was a muffled sigh, filled with frustration. “God, it’s never been like this. I love you, Chloe. Like, love you love you. Everything about you. Your hair. Your laugh. Your eyes. God, you eyes could kill me. And that fucking thing that you do when you scrunch your nose up at me – fucking adorable. I’ve been thinking about this shit for days,” she added, sensing Chloe opening her mouth to interrupt. “And I’m serious. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my whole life.”

Chloe closed her eyes, letting out a shaky breath. She heard what Beca was saying, but she was terrified to believe them. “Beca, you’re drunk,” she said softly.

“I’ve been sober this whole trip,” Beca retorted. “I love you, Chloe, and I think I might have for a long time. Probably since college. I was too stupid to see it and now things make sense and I – I’m probably gonna wake up later and be traumatized but I don’t care. I need you to know. I’m so serious I probably look like Kristen Stewart right now.” Chloe laughed softly. “I had to tell you before I came home. You have to know. I suck at this stuff but just because I’m drinking doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’m in love with you.”

“Beca?” Chloe heard Aubrey’s voice through the phone. “Beca, what are you doing out here so early?”

“Talking to Chlo,” Beca mumbled. “Had to tell her. She’s gotta know.”

“Well, I agree, but how about we talk to Chloe when she’s a little more awake. Here, give me this. And the phone. Don’t you argue with me, I’ll make you run laps in the house, drink or not.” Chloe snickered. “All right, that’s it, let’s get you in the shower and then off to bed, you have to be ready for that meeting today at four.” After another minute, Aubrey’s voice came out clearer over the line. “Sorry, Chlo, I didn’t realize she was actually gonna wake you.”

“It’s fine.”

Aubrey missed a few beats. Then: “Hey, uh, Beca’s really been thinking,” she said hesitantly. “Don’t blow her off, okay? She’s really trying to get this right.”

Chloe hesitated too. “D'you think she means it?”

“D'you think she’d be in my house if I didn’t?” Aubrey chuckled, then her voice softened. “Go back to bed, Chlo. I’ve got things tied down here.”

“Like I can sleep like this,” Chloe muttered.

“I know, and I know how you feel about her, too. But we both know how she is. Let her come to you.”

Chloe smiled again. “Thanks, Bree.”

“Anytime. Now go to bed, I have a midget to take care of.”

lost-your-memory  asked:

HELLO, IT'S ME, I WAS WONDERING ... (again, yes, I can be clingy sometimes) ... I was thinking about what you said about friends, safety net, everything in life. So ... can you write something about Cat & Lucy's first encounter ? Better yet, an evolution of their friendship, much like Kara's makeshift family ... And I also have a VERY VERY VERY important question : is Lucy Carter's godmother ? LOVEYA ♥

+ anonymous ask: I’m curious as to how Lucy and Cat first met in WFH-verse. Like how did they grew close from being her employee to a friend since Cat rarely involves herself with her employees outside of the office. I just love how close they are in your fic.

oh my sweet lord. i love them so much my fingers slipped and i wrote 1.3k words. under a cut.

WORK FROM HOME, the headcanons

supergirl/supercat. AU. Romcom. Cat’s building a new house. Kara is her hot contractor. AO3 / TUMBLR

Cat and Lucy’s bromance.


Cat doesn’t meet Lucy as much as clashes into her.

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I Will Always Still Love Him (Part two of I Still Love Him) Owen x Reader

Request: I got a few request to do a part two so here you go! (: 


Words: 2,850

This isn’t edited yet and there will be a part three!!! 

One month. It’s officially been one month since the night he shattered your heart. You thought that after burning your memories of the two of you and keeping yourself busy would help you get over him, but it just wasn’t working. No matter how much time has passed since you’ve even seen him, you still loved him. Nothing could change that and that sucked at the moment. 

It’s not like you didn’t want to move on, you did. You really wanted to move on and be happy again but your heart just wouldn’t let you. Cause your heart was asshole who wanted Owen, no matter what. Claire had tried to set you up on dates but you never went on any. Well, you did go on one like a couple weeks ago. The guy was boring as all hell, he only talked about himself and he just wouldn’t shut up about his new car that you could honestly car less about. If it was Owen talking about his bike than that’s a different story because you could just listen to Owen talk all day and not get bored. 

You were so glad when the date finally ended and vowed to never go on a date with that man or any man like him ever again. But as luck would have it, you were forced to go one more date with him. Joy

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The Flirt

For the Anon who requested reassurance imagines! :) Enjoy!

One day Harry had strolled into the park cutting through to the studio because he was really late. His buttons weren’t buttoned (and today it was actually necessary that Harry didn’t look like he was ready to breastfeed). It was a big meeting. New album cover and work to discuss and all that jazz.

But his alarm hadn’t gone off and he was in a rush out the door as he finished buttoning his buttons. But his boots were unstrapped. And he tripped. Thankfully, a girl who was running around the park broke his fall. Unfortunately he sprained her ankle.

“Oh, God, kitten, I’m so sorry,” he said. Your face paled as your ankle started to swell. You felt sick. You were going to throw up in front of Harry Styles. “Shit,” he hissed. He scooped you up and you could barely breathe you were in so much pain. He carried you back toward his apartment and set you in the passenger seat of his car. His car had been making a funny noise and someone was going to take  look at it today–hence why he was rushing to the tube.

But emergencies happen.

“I’m Harry,” he said on the ride to the emergency room. You grunted out your name. You let a few tears leak out and you felt terrible. But Harry felt worse. “I know who you are,” you smirked softly through your pain. Harry snickered.

He insisted that he take care of you for a while. It wasn’t a bad sprain. Just crutches for a week or two. But you hated crutches, but Harry already felt guilty so you weren’t going to tell him you hated them.

You figured he knew because he wouldn’t let you walk to the car or walk to your apartment from the car. He carried you up the stairs. “You could have taken the elevator,” you told him. “Plus I’m heavy.”

He physically winced with his whole body. “You’re not heavy,” he shook his head and that was the end of the discussion, he left no room to argue.

Harry came over every day and made sure you had a good day and made sure that you had everything you needed. He’d bring you coffee and the newspaper and he’d do chores for you. And if he was being honest, he was happy he hurt your ankle, it was a good excuse for him to come see you. Because that first day, he thought you were really pretty. You were running in long running pants that hugged your bum perfectly, a hot pink t-shirt and a hot pink sweatband around your head. He adored you. You were adorable. And now, the next day when you crutched to the door you were beautiful. You were even more beautiful when you were in regular clothes and your hair was perfectly so in long waves. He stammered when he spoke. It was the sweetest thing that’s ever happened to you.

“How do you feel?” He asked setting your coffee and a bouquet of flowers on the table. “Am I making you miss work or anything?”

“I’m good…and no, I’m a social worker at the high school, they’re on break right now,” you smiled and watched him move around your flat. “You don’t have to do this,” you told him.

“I know, but I want to, I do feel awful I hurt you,” he said softly. You smiled softly and blushed.

“You didn’t mean to…I don’t think,” you joked. He chuckled.

“No, I didn’t, I would never intentionally hurt you,” he said softly and stared into your eyes for a long moment. Your heart fluttered and you shyly looked at him. He smiled sweetly, one little dimple cratering his cheek as he smirked at you. You had to say, Harry Styles spraining your ankle was the best thing that ever happened to you.


After a couple months and a fully healed ankle, you were a bit worried that Harry was just…with you out of pity. Yes, you adored him and he was wonderful…but…he was Harry goddamn Styles. You knew picking girls sounded very, very archaic, but he is beautiful and he could pick whichever girl he so wanted. You were worried he picked you just because he sprained your ankle.

He held your hand as you both walked to the studio. You were carrying a basket of muffins for the boys to enjoy. “Niall’s going to love you,” Harry whispered.

You blushed. “Thanks,” you said shyly. You were nervous. One, you were meeting One Direction, and that was terrifying in of itself. Two, you had no idea if they would like you. Three, you didn’t even know if Harry liked you…

“Kitten, your hand is sweating like crazy, why are you so nervous?” He asked. “It’s hard to not like someone while they’re eating a muffin,” he reminded you.

You smiled softly as he repeated what you said earlier. You were nervous. You baked when you were nervous. And apparently Harry and the rest of the band would benefit from your nervous baking because you were almost always nervous. “Why are you baking?” He asked.

“I’m nervous and they’ll have a tough time hating me when they’re busy eating the most delicious muffins they have ever tasted,” you nodded knowingly. He laughed.

“You’re awfully confident about these muffins,” he said taking one that was still warm off the cooling rack. You waited as he bit into the top and he moaned and nodded. “As you should be, kitten. These are amazing,” he said knowingly.

“Harry said you brought muffins,” Niall said opening the studio door for you.

“He’s been waiting like a puppy for you to arrive home,” Zayn told you.

“Lovely to meet you, kitten,” Niall said pecking your cheek and taking the muffins from you. You blushed and Niall smiled softly at you. “Thanks for the muffins,” he said kindly. “We’ve only heard good things about you,” he said softly and bit into a muffin. “Ugh, you’re perfect, Harry, keep her,” he ordered.

Louis rolled his eyes at Niall and smiled. “Nice to meet you, love,” he told you kindly. “And thank you for feeding Niall, he was getting grouchy,” he winked.

You smiled. “Love, nice to meet you, you make Harry smile all day long with your cute little text messages and pictures of kittens and babies,” Liam smiled and pecked your cheek before he stole a muffin. “Great muffins,” Liam added and Zayn smiled at you.

“Nice to meet you darling, Harry offer her a chair, would you?” He asked. “Break her ankle and then make her stand, honestly,” he rolled his eyes.

Harry rolled his eyes back at Zayn and pulled a chair out for you. “Make yourself at home, I have to sing,” he kissed your cheek and headed into the sound booth.

“So, details, love,” Louis said knowingly. “Is Harry a good kisser? Because he says you enjoy it, but we think he just likes to make himself feel better,” he said knowingly.

“Yeah,” Niall said. “All he does is talk about how nice your lips feel,” he said. You smiled. “Must be all the sugar from these muffins,” he smirked. You watched Harry record a moment. He looked so at ease…perfect…lovely. Harry.

“You okay, kitten?” Zayn asked softly.

You bit your lip. “Just…nervous,” you said quietly.

“Of us?” Liam wondered.

“Babe, why would you be nervous about us?” Louis asked.

You looked over at Harry and he winked at you as he was getting lectured about his part. You smiled back and then looked down at the table. “Yeah, uh…” you swallowed thickly. “I just…I don’t know if Harry…I think he feels guilty that he sprained my ankle…I don’t…wanna be a burden,” you said softly. “And I feel like I am…I don’t know if I…” you shook your head. “I’m not good enough for him,” you said softly.

The four all exchanged a glance. “Harry…” Louis started and shook his head. “Love, I wish you could hear the way he talks about you when you’re not around,” he reached across the table to you and squeezed your hand.

“Or how he looks when he thinks about you,” Zayn continued. “Darling, you’re the light of his life,” he said knowingly. “His eyes get all bright and he just gets so happy,” he continued with a bright smile.

You smiled shyly. “Yeah…but…”

“Kitten,” Niall said around the third muffin he’d taken. “He really likes you, and he’d be so upset if he knew you felt so insecure about him,” he said with a frown.


“Stop babe,” Liam smiled at you with a shy shake of his head. “He might have felt really guilty on the ride to the hospital or something, but now…” he shook his head. “He loves you…er…um…he really cares about you,” Liam blushed nervously and your cheeks heated up. You’d only been together three months…did Harry already love you? “So don’t worry, okay?” He said.

“Without trying to scare you,” Niall said gently. “He talks about marrying you…he’s never talked about marrying a girl before,” he mumbled around another muffin. You stomach flipped. Oh wow…to marry Harry Styles. You were internally swooning.

Harry came out from the sound booth. “Jesus, Niall, she can bake more,” he rolled his eyes as he kissed the top of your head as he grabbed a muffin.

“Don’t make her do stuff,” Louis scolded playfully as he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, crap, you’re right,” Harry said tilting your head back to look at him. You smiled up at him. He looked so happy and cute. “You don’t have to bake more, you’re perfect just as you are,” he smiled.

Your heart fluttered. “Thanks…you sounded lovely,” you told him.

“You couldn’t hear me,” he snickered and gazed at you with this look that made your heart melt. You smiled kindly. He definitely seemed to like you.

“I don’t need to hear you to know you sounded great,” you said softly.

The boys all  pretended to gag. “That’s disgusting, you’re lucky Harry likes that mushy crap,” Zayn said knowingly. Harry winked at you and kissed your nose.

“They’re just joking,” he said and pressed his lips lightly over yours. “They’re actually thrilled I make you happy,” he said knowingly.


“Yeah, they say I get all weird when I think about you and it makes me distracted,” he shrugged. “I don’t know what they’re talking about, I’ve only sang your name in recording like ten times,” he grinned.

You giggled. Maybe the boys were right…Plus, you figured Harry being indebted to you for spraining your ankle until your souls ceased to exist would sound quite lovely in wedding vows.

A Very Merry Poe-mas

Merry Christmas @wolfspirit103! It is I, your Secret Santa, and here is your Christmas Present! Hope you like it! 


Or, HG and Annabel are in love with Christmas decorations, Edgar and Lenore have their doubts

“Since when did Edgar become so invested in Christmas decorations?” Lenore grumbled, stacking boxes on top of each other and passing them to Annabel. “I’ve never seen these boxes in my life.”

“I don’t know,” Annabel put the boxes on the attic floor and took the next pile from her friend. “But he’s just left with HG to go to the market.”

“The market?” Lenore’s forehead crumpled in confusion. “I doubt Edgar knows where the market is. What does he need from the market?”

“He wouldn’t tell me, he said it was a secret.” Annabel couldn’t hide her smile. “Isn’t it just wonderful?!”

“We don’t even know what it is yet.” Lenore opened one of the boxes and peered in. “It’s literally just a ton of coloured tin and glass balls.”

She picked up a green tin snowflake and inspected it cautiously before passing it to Annabel so she could take a look at the curious little ornament for herself.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she sighed.

“You’d say that if I passed you one of Edgar’s mangled ravens.” Lenore rolled her eyes and picked up the boxes again. “Come on, let’s get these downstairs before the others come back. I want to know what’s going on.”

“Lenore! Annabel! We’re- oh, you’re already here-“ Edgar poked his head into the study, where both lady ghosts were unpacking the abundance of glass ornaments and laying them out along the bookshelves. Edgar’s study had been transformed into a bizarre Christmassy shrine.

Annabel beamed at Edgar, Lenore had expertly draped her with fine tinsel and she stood in the centre of the room, trying her hardest to balance the silver garlands on her head and shoulders.

“Where’s HG?” Lenore asked, helping Annabel out of her spangled accessories.

“Right here-” A voice called from the hallway and HG’s face appeared next to Edgar’s. “If I could just get some help with the tree-”

“The tree?” Lenore asked, walking into the corridor to see for herself.

“Uh, yes. They’re extremely popular back in Great Britain, you see, well, in fact, the tradition originated in Germany many many years ago but-”

Annabel followed Lenore into the hallway where both were stopped in their tracks at the sight of a magnificent fir tree laying on its side in Edgar’s front porch.

“What the actual heck…” Lenore breathed. “Edgar, this tree is taller than you!”

“This was all HG’s idea.” Edgar protested. “My intention was simply to buy a roasted nut loaf.”


“For Christmas Day,” He added. “Annabel doesn’t eat meat.”

“I don’t!” Annabel supplied cheerfully. “I think that the tree is a great idea!”

“That’s what these decorations are for.” Edgar swept the glass ornaments off of his precious bookshelves and back into their boxes. “HG has been making them for weeks.”

“You made these?” Lenore asked incredulously. “Seriously?”

HG nodded and continued his hauling of the tree through the hallway, he was quickly joined by the others who helped him drag the snow-coated tree into the corner of the study.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Lenore asked, watching HG balance atop a ladder, fiddling with several wires. She was feeding one of the wires into a hole in the wall and using her other  hand to keep the ladder stable. “The tree looks great, honestly. That’s all we need to do - Annabel is trying to persuade Edgar to help her make popcorn garlands.”

“I want to make it perfect…” He muttered, tentatively connecting one wire to another.

Lenore sighed and sat on the bottommost step of the ladder, spreading her skirts out. She looked up at HG, who was wearing his trademark half-smile, with his goggles balanced precariously on his head.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt…” She said dejectedly.

“Lenore,” HG suddenly spoke softly, and he made his way down the ladder, taking her hand and leading her to a seat. He looked at her for a minute, his face more solemn than Lenore had ever seen it before. “I am already dead.”

There was a silence - and for a moment, HG worried that he had attempted to make a joke and failed miserably, instead offending Lenore - but then a massive grin spread across her face and she burst out laughing.

“Did you just use one of my own catchphrases against me?” She asked between her laughter.

“I– Well, I suppose I did,” He smiled.

“Fine, we can string lights up - but only if I can turn them on.”

“Edgar, are you okay?” Annabel asked. “Do you need some help?”

“I’m completely capable of doing it myself.” Edgar said obstinately, pricking himself with a needle and cursing under his breath. “How do you get these things to go through?”

“You’re just trying to hard,” Annabel took his hands and guided the needle through the popcorn easily. “See? Simple.”

Edgar grumbled to himself as Annabel returned to her own garland, which was ten times the size of Edgar’s pitiful attempt.

Edgar looked at Annabel after they had been silently threading for two minutes. A smile played across her face as she added more and more popped corn from HG’s contraption onto the string. Edgar watched her fingers dart around each piece with a fluidity he never imagined she could posses. He would have to add that to his list of Annabel’s talents.

482. Expert Popcorn Garland Creator

Annabel glanced up from her crafting and smiled at Edgar.

“Is this not really your kind of activity?”

“Not really, no.” Edgar said, relieved he had been asked a straight question instead of having to spin out a lie.

“Perhaps you could write something Christmassy?”

“That’s not really my style.”

Annabel shrugged, holding up her garland and taking a quick look at Edgar’s.

“Perfect! They’re just the right length!”

They weren’t. But saying otherwise would have been incredibly rude of Annabel.

“I don’t suppose we could find the others? I think HG wants us to take a photograph.”

“Is he still harping on about his caméra? We get that it works! He doesn’t need to keep-”

“A picture of us, Edgar. Of all four of us. I think he wants to send one to Oscar, and to Ernest also.”

“Ugh, really?”

“And according to Lenore, people are saying that Mary Ann has been brought back, along with Agatha.”

Edgar groaned, picturing the amount of time and effort taking the photographs would take, Edgar was a busy man! He had writing to perfect!


But how could he say no to Annabel?

“Edgar, you are literally stood right in front of me-”

“No, you’re stood right behind me!”

“It’s the same thing! Can you move?”

“I bought the tree, I should be the one in the middle.”

“Yeah, but I put up with you wanting to put a raven on the top, so I should be in the middle.”

“Well no, with that logic, all three of you would have to be in the middle and that’s just ridic-”

Annabel and HG watched their two friends bicker over the positions they would stand in for their Christmas photograph for a full twelve minutes until Annabel interjected.

“Maybe nobody should be in the middle,, Edgar and I will go on one side of the tree, Lenore and HG can go on the other!”

After a grumble from both original residents of Edgar’s home, they shuffled into position as HG prepared his camera.

“On the count of six point five…” HG ran into position next to Lenore and awkwardly pushed an intruding tree branch out of his face before his camera flashed.

“Merry Christmas,” He looked at the Lenore happily after the photograph was taken successfully and kissed her on the forehead.

“Merry Christmas, HG.”

Angel Baby

Request- Can I have one where Cas asks the reader to slow dance & they slow dance to Angel Baby by Rosie & The Originals? && during the dance Sam,Dean,& Gabriel walk in on them and just smile because Cas & the reader are in love? sorry it’s long!

A/N- I loved writing this one and I really love this song! I hadn’t heard it in such a long time. So I listened to it while writing this. I made it so it could loop the song so I heard it about a thousand times haha not really. Any who… Tell me what you think. x)

Cas x Reader

Word Count-1059

You were home alone. Dean and Sam had gone on a ‘TOP SECRET’ mission with Gabriel and Cas. You had the whole bunker to yourself. Which seemed so awesome at first, but now, you were just so bored. You had done everything you ever wanted to do when you were alone in the bunker. From sliding down the hall in socks to see how far you go, to, cleaning. Yes. You cleaned. You were now laying on the table with the map on it, pointing to every town you had gone to on hunts. You had your laptop playing music so it wouldn’t be completely quiet.

Just then, your phone began to ring. It was Dean. Having come up with a good idea, you smiled. You paused your music, searching for firefighter sounds and the like. You let them play in the background as you answered.

“H-Hey Dean… What’s up?” you pretend to say nervously.

“Just wanted to see how you were holding up? Didn’t burn the bunker down have you?” he chuckled.

“M-Me? Whaaat? Of course not.” you say. You put your phone closer to the sounds.

“Wait. Did you really burn it down?” he questioned.

“No.” you answer simply but then you start laughing too much. Once you pictured Dean’s expression, you couldn’t help it. “I’m kidding. The sounds are fake. Calm down.”” you manage to say through laughs.

You heard him sigh, “Damn it Y/N!” he shouted. “We didn’t come out here so you could-” he was interrupted and all you could here is the phone being shuffled around.

“Hey Y/N. It’s Sam. Uh- Don’t worry about it. We’ll be home in an hour and-” Sam was also interrupted.

“Give me that! You two dunder heads can’t do anything right.” you heard Gabriel’s voice. “Hiya Y/N. We’re just gonna send you Cassy. We don’t rely need him here and-”

“What? Then why did you call me over here?” Cas questioned.

“Quiet! I’m on the phone. Anyways. Cas is a bother right now. Is it alright if we send em to ya?” Gabriel asked.

“Y-Yes!” you shouted, your eyes widened and you clear your throat, “I mean… Yeah sure… If you want…” you covered. You were beet red and you were happy they weren’t there to see.

Gabriel chuckled, “Alrighty then. We’ll send him over once we give him a stern talking to. Okay bye.”

You thought nothing of it and put play on your music. Minutes passed and Cas still hadn’t arrived. You were very disappointed since you really wanted to see him. For no particular reason of course.

Then one of your favorite songs came on. You smiled, immediately recognizing the intro to it before the first verse even started. “Ugh I wanna dance to this.” you whisper to yourself.

“Then would you like to dance?” Cas asked.

You nearly jumped but suppressed your surprise. You got off the table and walked up to him. “I’d love to.” you beamed.

You grabbed his hand and he wrapped his other hand around your waist. Just before the she began to sing, you thought it would be perfect to mouth the words, to make it seem like you were singing to him. It was about time for you to confess anyways right?

It’s just like heaven being here with you
You’re like an angel–too good to be true
But after all, I love you, I do
Angel baby, my angel baby

You mouthed the words and smiled at him. Hoping you could relay just how true those words meant to you. You were staring straight into those beautiful blue eyes. In which all you could see was a reflection of yourself. You hoped that that’s what he saw too. Only you. You continued mouthing the words as you both slowly rocked side to side.

When you are near me, my heart skips a beat
I can hardly stand on my own two feet
Because I love you, I love you, I do
Angel baby, my angel baby

Cas was smiling at you the whole time. He, of course, doesn’t know you were confessing through song, but he had the same thought. He surprisingly knew the words to the song. Well… Not so surprisingly since it’s your favorite song and you heard it most of the time. He sang you the next part.

Oh, I love you, oh I do
No one could love you like I do

He held you just a bit closer. Wanting you to realize just how much he really did love you.

You both sang along to the song and danced. Cas even twirled you around a couple of times. Nothing else mattered right now. Everything seemed right with the world. Just so long as you two were there for each other. You were both just so lost in your own little world. Lost in each other.

You didn’t even notice Sam, Dean, and Gabriel there. With their smiling faces. Happy that the two of you were finally there, together, and looking at each other like you both were the most precious thing in the world to the other. That’s, of course, how it felt for the both of you.

“Think we came back too soon?” Sam whispered.

Dean smirked, “What? And miss this? Nah. We came at the perfect time.” he answered.

“Yeah,” Gabriel sighed. “They’re perfect for each other.” he said as he ate popcorn.

They watched you both dance a little more and then left, deciding to give you both your time to yourselves.

One the song finished you both stopped dancing, but still holding one another. There was a long silence that was beginning to turn awkward.

“You know,” you mumbled, “I wasn’t only singing the words. I… I really meant them.” you confessed. “I-It’s alright if you don’t lo-”

He put a finger to your lips. Signaling you to not continue. “But after all, I love you, I do,” he sang, mimicking the part of the song.

You smiled, “Angel baby. MY angel baby” you sang.

He smiled and all of a sudden the song was playing again. You both danced closer than before and sang with just as much passion, if not more. You both poured all your feelings into the words, which made the song that much more special. You really did love this song.

Hope you liked it! x)

Family Lazy Day

((Disclaimer: Some of these imagines I post here will be interracial, like most AUs I post, but this one’s not specific to a race))
You had just woke up and you were happy to spend time with your husband and your 3 year old daughter, (Y/D/N), since you hadn’t gotten to spend time with them lately because of work.

You turned to face your husband, only to find him staring you in the face.

“Morning babe.”

“Morning.”, you kissed him. “Is (Y/D/N) still sleeping?”

“Nope, she’s in the living room watching tv. I know you wanted to have a family day today so I told her to watch cartoons until you woke up so we could decide what to do.”

“Actually I wanna have a family lazy day. I think we all need it.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Lazy day it is!”

“Yay! Okay so we need to pick a movie series to watch as a family! We should start with the Little Mermaid movies!” you excitedly suggested.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down babe! Besides we’re definitely watching the Spider-Man movies, obviously.”, he brushed your suggestion aside.

“No way! Besides you’re outnumbered here. Watch, let me ask (Y/D/N) which series she wants to watch. (Y/D/N)!”, you called your daughter.

“Oh come on, that’s not fair. You know she’s gonna say The Little Mermaid. Please babe. I’m helpless here.”, He begged, poking out his bottom lip.

“Yes, Mommy?”, your daughter asked politely, walking into the room.

“We’re gonna stay home today and have a lazy day. What movie series do you suggest?”, you questioned, looking over at your husband who was crossing his fingers.

“I wanna watch….hmm…I wanna watch  the SpongeBob movies! And Shrek! And Percy Jackson-”

“Wait a sec! Percy Jackson? That’s not exactly a movie a 3 year old should watch. Who showed you Percy Jackson?”, he asked.

“Guilty as charged.”, you mumbled.

“Ok….well…whatever. I guess we can watch a little bit of everything then. But darling, can we watch Spider-Man?”

“And The Little Mermaid?”, you chimed in.

“Of course! Everyone can take turns! Sharing is caring, remember?!?”, your daughter blabbered.

“Right, well…thank you (Y/D/N). You can go prepare for our movie marathon. We’ll be down in a few minutes, ok?”, you told your daughter.

“Ok, Mommy and Daddy!”, she ran out the room.

As soon as she was out of the room, you husband asked, “Why didn’t we just think of that in the first place?”

You looked at him, puzzled, “I have no idea. Am I that stupid? I mean I know you are but me? No.”

“Excuse me, I am very smart. I mean I married you, right?”, he smirked as he got closer to you.

“Ok, you got me there.”, you said kissing him.

You guys ended up making out for about 10 minutes until you heard your daughter yell, “Guys! Come on already!”

“Ugh.”, you mumbled. “Here we come, sweetie!”, you yelled back.

“Don’t worry babe. We’ll just pick up where we left off tonight.”, your husband winked.

“Ok.”, you giggled. “But we gotta go downstairs.”, you sighed.

“Ok.”, he mumbled, after pecking your lips.

You both made your way downstairs to see that your daughter had grabbed all the blankets in the house and spread them out with pillows and stuffed animals.

“Oh wow! (Y/D/N) this is great! Let me make the snacks!”, you smiled, running into the kitchen.

“I’ll help!”, your husband followed you.

Once you and him were in the kitchen, you pulled him over to the counter.

“You’re not slick, babe. I know why you wanna “help me make snacks.”, you quietly scolded him.

“Oh, and why would that be?”, he smirked at you.

“Because you just want to make out with me again.”

“Ok. Fine.”

“What happened to “We’ll pick up where we left off tonight”? Huh?“

“I got tired of waiting.”

“Well, mister, you are just going to have to wait a little longer. ”

“Ugh, why? She thinks we’re making snacks, (Y/N).”


“So, we’re going to use our time wisely.”

“Yeah, we will….tonight.”, you smiled.

“Baby.”, he whined, dragging out the word.

“I’m serious. It’s not nice to keep (Y/D/N) waiting while we catch up on sexy time.”, you looked him in the eye.

“Ok, true. But you wait until tonight, you will pay for making me wait.”, he assured you.

“Can’t wait.”, you bit your lip.

He kissed you cheek and walked out of the room to join (Y/D/N).

You actually started to make snacks and about 10 minutes later you were about to bring them out when you saw the cutest thing ever.

(Y/D/N) was giving him a picture she had colored for him from her coloring book.

“Here Daddy. I made this for you when you and Mommy were upstairs.”, she smiled at him while handing him the picture.

“Oh wow, (Y/D/N)! I love it. You’re a great artist.”, He exclaimed before showering her face with kisses and tickling her.

You could tell he was genuinely happy that she gave him the picture because she was closer to you usually. It’s not that she didn’t like or care about her dad, it’s just that she looked up to you more.

When they stopped playing around, they were just talking and you decided to quickly snap a pic to post on Instagram later. They were in the perfect little position for a picture so you took it super quick while they weren’t looking.

Then you grabbed all the snacks and set them up in the living room for your movie marathon.

“Yayy!!! Ok! So first we’re gonna watch SpongeBob Movie! Then Spider-Man, then Little Mermaid! Ok?”, your daughter excitedly blurted.

“Ok.” You and your husband replied back, laughing.

You put in the first movie and everybody got settled in. You all ended up sitting on the couch with a million blankets all around you.

Your husband kissed your forehead and then (Y/D/N)’s forehead as the movie started.

“I love you guys.”, he whispered.

“I love you too.”

“I wuv you too, Daddy.” .

You rested your head on your husband’s shoulder and sighed while watching the movie. You couldn’t help but think to yourself that this was the most perfect moment and that you have the most perfect family. And nothing could change that.

First Time Fumbling

Pairing: Ten x Rose AU     |     Rating: Explicit
Summary: 18-year-old John is completely head over heels in love with his girlfriend Rose Tyler, and after three months together John is wondering how to take the next step with her.
A/N: Prompted by @lastbluetardis​. This one’s NSFW because the second half of the prompt amused me greatly. Also want to note that Ten is apologetically ridiculous in this.  

Part of my Fourteen Days of Ficlets special. Tune in every day between July 4 - 17 at 6:30 pm EST. Find out what will be posted here.

“So how’re things working out between you and Rose lately?” Jack asked while smashing buttons on his controller, roaring with pride when he overtook John in Mario Kart.

“Brilliant! Aww Jack she’s so perfect. Did I tell you she aced her A-levels?”

He didn’t bloody care about the eye roll he received. Rose had worked hard, and she was proud of herself. So of course John doubly proud of her, and happy for her. Anything for her smile.

“Yes, only about a dozen times.” How was last night?” He nudged John’s shoulder. “Anything?”

“Any what?”

Jack’s kart wrecked and John cheered like a toddler (and as a result wrecked his kart too, oh well).

“You know.” Jack cleared his throat. “Get lucky yet?”

John felt the blood retreat from his face as Jack hit him with a koopa shell, crashing his kart, again. “What?” he croaked but recovered quickly. “I’m always lucky with Rose. I dunno what I’d do without her, Jack. She’s my whole world. Being with her, holding her hand, it’s like the whole universe is spinning around us.”

“Ugh, stop stop you’ll give me cavities. I meant sex, John. Can’t keep your virginity forever.”

Aghast, “I’m only 18!”

They both set their controllers down at the end of the race with Jack as the winner. “With a girlfriend that’s crazy about you.”

“Doesn’t mean we’re ready. And I don’t know what I’m doing or even how to approach that with her.”

“But you want to.”

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