alright back to books

“i’m gonna marry you.”

it’s not the first time kara’s said it, but lena feels her cheeks flush anyways. she focuses on the road in front of her, the feel of the steering wheel underneath suddenly sweaty palms. 

“alright, dear.” lena takes a chance side-glance at her girlfriend and finds kara all soft smiles, something secret and intimate brewing between the two of them. 

“alright,” kara repeats. she turns, palm under her head and elbow on the door as the open breeze whips her golden curls around. the moment feels new, feels real. lena turns up the radio and smiles, wishes for time to come to a standstill. 


“i’m gonna marry you.”

kara’s breath is hot against her ear and lena can feel their heartbeats syncing as one. she breathes deep through her nose, runs her fingers through damp hair. kara lounges on her chest and seems content to just lie there forever - and lena doesn’t really mind. kara is made from the stars and lena holds the universe on her chest. 

“and i’m gonna marry you.” lena whispers this into the night air, the room still sticky with heat. there’s a hitch in kara’s breath, slight, subtle, but a hitch nonetheless. 

“i look forward to it.” a wet kiss is placed below lena’s jaw then, followed by a trail of more hungry ones, and lena holds onto broad shoulders, wonders what salt tastes like on a hungry tongue. 


“i’m gonna marry you.” kara says it like she’s going to make a stop at the grocery and is asking lena what kind of milk she wants. 

this time, there’s no surprise, only the warmth of familiarity that seeps through lena’s veins at those words of endearment. 

“i know,” lena jokes. she doesn’t look up from the email that she’s typing up. “tmz is doing a countdown for the big proposal.”

across the living room, kara sticks her tongue out at her and rolls her eyes. lena continues to type and for a while, the only sounds of the apartment are the click clack of a keyboard and the shuffling of kara’s papers. 

“you’d still say yes, right?” 

lena looks up momentarily. “what?” she asks. 

there’s a hesitancy to the slope of kara’s shoulders. “you would still say yes, right? if i asked to marry you?”

lena lets out a soft laugh - nothing intimidating or loud, just soft - and sits back in her chair, catches her girlfriend’s honest gaze with her own, “my dear, i’d follow you to the ends of the universe and back, you know that.”

this seems to soothe kara, who returns back to her books at hand. “alright,” she says as she pushes up her glasses. “just checking.”


“i’m gonna marry you.” 

kara is crying, big, uncontrollable silent sobs down her cheeks. lena feels her own eyes well up in return; seeing kara in all her sadness never made for a dry eye between the both of them. 

kara lies on the deo bed under sunlamps. and lena luthor is a child prodigy, a genius billionaire, a nobel peace prize winner and a forbes 30 under 30, but she will never understand the deepness of kara’s sorrow, the cuts and the space that kara’s mind occupies where no sunlight can reach. she tries. lena tries hard, and it’s times like these where she can only do so much but hold kara’s hand a pray for the sunrise to come quick. 

lena’s mouth is dry when she speaks. “you’re gonna marry me,” she whispers, urges, promises, “you’re gonna marry me, and i’m gonna marry you, and you’re gonna have something steady to call your own.”

kara cries harder at this, tears streaming and silent heaves, but it’s enough. it’s enough for now, and it’s a promise of forever. 


“i’m gonna marry you.”

and kara does. kara and lena exchange vows under a setting sun with matching bracelets on their arms and a song in their hearts and kara and lena marry each other when the world is turning into a new day and their beginning is just reaching the first page. lena marries kara and they sit on a rooftop at the end of the night, look into the constellations of stars and eons and legends and they find a home among the infinite, a peace among the unknown. 



Harry Styles Oneshot: Why Not

Second Person - Words 1.4k - No visuals

Trigger warning: Miscarriage

Inspired by some of the asks @trulymadlysydney was getting a few weeks back. Check out her writings.


Your wedding ring sparkled under the fluorescent lights of the grocery store. You probably looked like a complete idiot standing in the middle of the aisle staring at the small but expensive sign of the love you and Harry shared as you reached for a packet of tampons.

Five years of marriage, almost 30 years old and you were yet to have a nine month lapse on needing the product.

Exhaling you threw the coloured packet into the trolley and continued to load everything else that you needed from your list.

It wasn’t that you weren’t ready or you didn’t want kids, you and Harry just wanted to concentrate on your careers and relationship first, there was plenty of time for babies. Although now you swore that you were starting to hear the ticking of the proverbial biological clock.

You hadn’t told Harry about how you had felt for two reasons. One you didn’t want to pressure him into it since he didn’t want it just yet and secondly it was a sensitive topic after what happened a few months back.

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Derek x Reader

“Hello Love.” Klaus hummed as he spotted you at the end of the bar, Camille would stop serving people to give you notes or when it wasn’t busy she’d sit and help you study.


“What do you want Klaus?” You sighed.


“To offer you the pleasure of my company.” Klaus smiled and you rolled your eyes.

“Believe me your company is anything but pleasurable.” You sighed and grabbed your books. “I’ll come back tomorrow.”


“Alright, see you later (Y/N).” Camille waved at you before turning to scowl at Klaus who had an innocent look on his face.


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Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Request:   hi i was wondering if you could do # 15 & 21 with sirius black ?

15. “for all the things my hands have held, the best by far is you” - cecilia and the satellite x andrew mcmahon

21. “you’re the reason why the earth spins and the stars stay in the sky” - words x jacob whitesides

Warnings: None I believe, maybe some cursing

Author’s Notes: Hey guys, I want to formally apologize for not posting anything in so long. Work and school have been demanding the majority of my time recently. I am working on a part two to Persistence, which you can read here ( x ) That being said, I really want to get back into writing more so please send in requests for either Harry Potter or Supernatural!

Word Count: 1120

Lyric Prompts: x

Request Here: x

Sunday mornings were always very peaceful at Hogwarts. The students who were partying the night before, used Sunday as their recovery day, allowing them to lay in bed with the drapes of their four poster beds pulled closed because any ounce of sunlight only furthered the pain in their head that drinking too much the night before had caused. There were a few students though, that used Sundays to get out of their dorms and spend the day outside, whether it was on the shore of the Black Lake, or on the Quidditch pitch, you could always find a couple students taking advantage of the beauty that is a Sunday at Hogwarts.

You were one of those few who used Sundays as a day to relax, but you preferred to do your relaxing underneath a large shady tree, usually curled up with a book. The way the breeze flowed through the leaves was almost therapeutic for you, it was a simple sound, but it was one you took pleasure in. It was so different than the constant shouting and laughter that surrounded you during the week while going from place to place with the Marauders.

Sirius used to be one of the students took advantage of Sunday as a way to recover from the intense partying that usually came with a Saturday night, but since the two of you began dating, he preferred to spend the day with you. It was one of the few times the pair of you could be alone, without the rest of the Marauders. James and Peter usually slept all day on Sunday until around 11 o’clock at night, when they frantically began their homework that they had all weekend to do. Remus spent his Sundays in the library, that is until James and Peter had begged him to help them with their homework, to which he always obliged because they were his best friends.

You finished the page you were reading and looked up to Sirius to see if he was ready for you to turn the page. He was never much of a reader before you two got together, but your love for books rubbed off on him. Although you never knew that he was not quite into the books as he claimed, he just enjoyed watching your reactions whenever something drastic happened in the book or whenever one of your theories about what would happen came true.

He tightened his hold on your waist a bit and nodded before setting his chin on the top of your head. Turning the page, you started to read but a hand pulled the book from you and you faced your boyfriend, a pout growing on your face. This only elicited a chuckle from Sirius before he folded the corner of the page over and set the book down. He turned you around so that you were completely facing him and your pout slowly turned into a smile.

“You know that one day I am going to marry you right Y/N?” Sirius stated nonchalantly.

Your eyes widened and you began to choke on your words “Excuse me? Sirius Orion Black, we are only sixteen years old. It is way too early for you to be discussing such things as marriage.”

The confidence on his face didn’t waver at all. “I know it’s a while off, but it will happen. You will become Mrs. Black. I am sure of it.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The two of you were friends long before you began dating and Sirius had constantly made it very clear that he was not going to be marrying anyone. He always joked that although Moony was the actual lycanthrope of the group, he would always be the lone wolf. “Love, I-I’m afraid I do not understand. Didn’t you claim, for years, you were going to be a “lone wolf”?

The boy sitting across from you only shrugged, “’Twas before we started dating darling. You changed all that. Though, you are correct in saying that I was against ever really settling down for years. But when you agreed to be my girlfriend, I realized that you were it. You were the only person I ever wanted to be with from that moment on. There’s just something about you Y/N. It’s as if you changed my perspective on life y’know? Just everything about you is so enchanting love, and I cannot get enough of you. The way your eyebrows furrow and your tongue sticks out ever so slightly when you’re trying to copy down notes in class, or the way how when you’re mad at me and I say something sweet to you, your smile doesn’t quite show on your lips, but it reaches those Y/E/C eyes of yours, or the way when we are watching Quidditch and you get so riled up that you start trash talking the other team, and then immediately apologizing because you don’t really think that they are a “huge pile of dicks that deserves to rot at the bottom of the Black Lake.”

You shook your head, remembering the insult you threw towards the Ravenclaw Quidditch team a few weeks before Christmas break.

Sirius continued, “You know sweetheart, for all the things my hands have held, the best, by far, is you. You make me happier than I ever thought I could have been and you make me look forward to the future after Hogwarts. I am not afraid when I think of the future anymore, because you are there. Godric woman, you have me wrapped around your finger. You’re the reason why the earth spins and the stars stay in the sky. You’re the reason that the flowers bloom in spring. You are the reason I believed I was capable of love. So yes my dear Y/N, I am going to marry you someday. I only hope that you will agree when I am ready to get down on one knee and formally ask you to become Mrs. Y/N Black.”

You couldn’t help the tears that cascaded down your cheeks. The love you felt for this man was immense and you knew that he was all you wanted out of a partner. “Of course I would say yes you oaf.” He pulled you into a hug and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Alright now then, let’s get back to our book, shall we?” Sirius returned you to the position you were in while reading and turned the book to the page you two left off on and handed it to you.

He didn’t really care to start reading again though, but he knew you loved to read and he loved to watch you read.

Wrong Cup

Pairing: Winchester Brothers x Winchester sister! reader

Word Count: 571

Warnings: Language

Author’s Note: I’m not sure what this is called, it’s not angst and it’s not fluff. But it’s one of my three submissions for @straightasdeanwinchester challenge. The prompt in this fic is I think I picked up your coffee by mistake. It’s italicized.

Originally posted by sittingonyourcounter

You were sitting in the semi-dark hotel room reading a novel you had picked up in one of the many gas stations you and your brothers had stopped in on the way to this town. Sam is gone to get coffee and breakfast, Dean is still sleeping. Sam opens the door to the hotel room, holding a drink holder and a bag.

“Finally,” you mumble.

“You didn’t wake him up?” Sam asks.

“No, I wasn’t bothering him, he’s not what people call a morning person,” you look at Sam incredulously.

“So you left him for me?” Sam asks with a grin.

“Always, you know how cranky he is,” you state and try to get back into your book.

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Impress Me, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader has to interview Lin last minute and has no idea who he is.

Words: 1542

Author’s Note: I fell in love with the idea that Lin’s dad will only refer to him as ‘Lin-Manuel’? I have no idea why? Lots of dialogue cause…you know…it’s an interview thing. Also…this is the 13th fic I’ve written for Lin…whaaaaatttt.

Warnings: Cursing. A baby I decided to name ‘Elizabeth/Eliza’.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 2

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Toothbrush in mouth, keys in hand, purse thrown over your shoulder, you descended the stairs of your New York apartment building.

Of course Chris was sick. Of course you were the only one who could fill in. Of course you had no idea who the guy you were interviewing was.

To top it all off, you were late picking up your niece from your sister’s place.

You found yourself pushing her stroller as she sat excited, glancing upward at any person who passed by and happily waving at them. Most waved back.

The cafe was closed. The lights were on, but it was quite early to be open. You knocked twice.

“Sorry, we’re not open until 9.” The barista said, taking in your disheveled appearance and the child you were pushing along.

“I’m here to do an interview. Lin-Manuel Miranda?” You self-consciously adjusted yourself.

“He’s here.” She held the door open as you struggled to fit the stroller through the entrance.

He stood as you approached him. He was nothing like the pictures you had quickly glanced at on google. He was clean shaven, short haired, and wasn’t dawning a period costume.

“You’re not Chris.” He stated, offering his hand to shake, “And neither are you.” He knelt down to your niece’s level. She waved at him, he happily and enthusiastically waved back.

“Chris had to cancel, but I have his notes.” You held up the giant packet you had to print this morning, “This is Elizabeth.” You slammed the packet on the table before moving her from the stroller to the highchair the barista had offered, “And I’m Y/N.”

You quickly ordered before you both took your seats, him sipping the coffee he had already been served and you frantically shuffling through the papers Chris had supplied.

“Do you know who I am?” There wasn’t cockiness, there was a genuine curiosity. You winced at the question.

“No?” He beamed at the answer, sitting up in his seat.

“May I?” He glanced at the notes in your hand. You hesitated. “Trade you?” He fished in the pockets of his coat before pulling out a gently used notebook. His personal notebook.

You considered it for a moment before agreeing, pushing the notes across to him. He took them, pushing his notebook across to you.

“Off the record?” He asked before you could get your hands on it.

“You know you don’t really have to say ‘off the record’? Your publicist approves everything before it goes to print.”

“I know.” He smiled, letting his notebook go, “It just seemed like a cool thing to say.”

You flipped through a few pages, his handwriting was large and scattered, as if he was trying to write faster than his mind out of fear the words would disappear. You glanced up at him for a moment to see him frantically scratching away at the packet with a pen. Sometimes his eyes would skim down a page and crumple it up, throwing it to the side.

Elizabeth begins to stir, preparing herself to cry. Before you could move, Lin offers her his hand, and she completely stops her fussing to tug at his fingers. He hums quietly, a song you couldn’t place, but comforted her enough for her to settle back into a calm state.

You didn’t comment, just ducked your head back into his book.

“Alright.” He finally said, pushing back what remained of the packet. “Ask me these questions.”

The questions he left you with only took a few minutes to get through, leaving you with nearly an hour left over. You set aside your notes, but continued recording.

“What do you do with your time now?”

At some point during the interview, Elizabeth had begun to stir again and Lin acted out of instinct, lifting her out of her high chair with your permission and began to walk in paces from wall to wall of the cafe with her tucked close to his chest.

You turned your chair and sat on it backwards to take in what he said in a hushed voice.

“Anything. I went on vacation, which is unheard of for me. I wrote a show on never wanting to leave my fucking neighborhood.” You also learned he cursed like a sailor, “If you could go on vacation right now, where would you go? Just hop on the first flight there with no consequences.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’d just hop on the first flight period. See where it takes me.”

“See, I couldn’t do that! The uncertainty…it’s insane. It’s consuming! I don’t know why it exists, probably that whole fear of death thing? Pretty crazy.”

And there it was. A completely different person than the person who had answered your pre-prepared questions. No longer scripted, and with a baby in his arms, he was completely open.

“Fear of death?” You pressed on.

“Everyone has it. Nobody likes to admit it. Every time you’re driving up a hill, too close to the edge don’t you think ‘Hey, what if I drove off?’. Everyone does it, I probably do it way too often.” He turned his attention back to Elizabeth, “Is she yours?”

“My sister’s.” You answered, “I’m not married, don’t have any kids.” You added before you could stop yourself.

“Good.” Was all he said as he settled Elizabeth, who he now fondly called ‘Eliza’, back into her stroller.

“Alright.” You mused, “You’re like, a pretty big deal, right?”

“Eh…” He answered, shrugging his shoulders and taking the spot across from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Impress me.”

“What? Like, rap? Something from Hamilton?”

“If you think that’ll impress me.” You challenged, nonchalantly brushing dirt off your pants.

“Alright.” He smirked back, making your confidence waver for a second. He pulled his phone out, quickly unlocking it and opening the contacts app, “Who do you want to call?”

He slid out of his chair and took the seat next to you, allowing you to hover over his shoulder as he scrolled through.

“You have Jennifer Lopez in your phone as ‘Jenny From the Block’?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have I mentioned you’re kinda a nerd?” He beamed as he continued his scrolling. “I know who I want to talk to.” He hummed, and you almost changed your mind when he passed Robert Downey Jr, “I want to call your father.”

This certainly took him by surprise as you happily snatched his phone away in search of a contact labeled ‘Dad’. When it came up with nothing, you remembered who you were sitting with and instead found him under ‘Mi Padre’.

You hit ‘Call’ before he could stop you and put the call on speaker as the two of you huddled around the phone. He prayed his father wouldn’t say something too embarrassing. You prayed that he did.

“Lin-Manuel, why are you calling me in the middle of the day? Some of us regular people have jobs.”

“I already love him.” You whispered to Lin.

“Padre, I’m doing an interview. I said she could call anyone on my phone and she picked you.” There was a pregnant pause, making you think for a moment you had scared him off.

“I would have called JLo.” Was his answer, causing you to laugh nearly loud enough to wake up Elizabeth. “Is that her?”

“Yes! Hello Mr. Miranda! Sorry if we’re interrupting something.” You prayed you hadn’t, not wanting to make a horrible first impression with him

“Lin-Manuel she sounds beautiful! Have you done something stupid yet?”

“Not yet.” Lin giggled, proud of himself.

“Well, it’s only a matter of time.” Lin’s smile immediately fell. “I have a meeting, I’ll call you after I get out. Ask the beautiful woman out, Lin-Manuel!” Before Lin could chime in, the connection was gone.

You imagined Mr. Miranda happily strolling into his meeting with a shit-eating grin.

“You had to pick him.”

“Let’s call your Mom next!” You snatched the phone, sprinting out of your chair, scrolling for any sign of ‘Mom’ in his contacts. Before you could get very far, hands were at your waist, stopping you from getting away. You tried to keep the phone away, wiggling into the cafe wall, but his reach was too long for you.

You attempted to wrestle it back, but he held it high over your head, leaving you pinned against the cafe wall, glaring up at him.

He smirked down at you before locking his phone and pocketing it, not moving away from you.

“So, should I take my father’s well-meaning advice?” He fidgeted under your gaze, suddenly appearing nervous, “Should I ask out the beautiful woman?” You hesitated for a moment, allowing him to fidget more.

“Fine. But I get to call Jenny from the Block next time.” You placed one finger on his chest, pushing slightly so you could move past him, ready to collect your things and to get Elizabeth back home.

As you sauntered on, you heard a grunt and a crash. You whipped around to find Lin had attempted to follow you, only to trip over himself and fall straight onto his ass.

“My dad did warn you it was only a matter of time until I did something stupid.”


I am so sorry that I haven’t been updating a lot. I am so busy with school and my dad constantly yelling at me to do better in school. So I wrote a quick fluff fic. I hope y’all like it. 

You looked out the train window. Mountains and rivers and flowers were whizzing past you. 

“Y/n, are you alright, you seem rather distracted” you look next to you to see a concerned Newt looking at you. 

“I’m fine, just enjoying the view” you reply. 

See, you and Newt were traveling to France to look for a rumored Hippogriff. Once Newt heard about it, he wanted to leave right away, even though when he found out it was 4 in the morning and he was still in his pajamas. You were his traveling companion, you were sort of friends in Hogwarts. 

I mean you weren’t in the same year but you still talked sometimes. When you graduated you began working at the ministry in the beast division. You saw Newt speaking with the Minister. 

Once the minister left you made your way over and chewed Newt’s ear off for getting expelled and not telling you. He apologized and offered to take you to lunch. 

When you found out he was going to write a book you were so excited for him, even more so when he asked you to join him. It had been a couple months and you were having the time of your life. Newt was, well he was amazing. He was adventurous, kind, caring, loyal, not to mention very handsome. 

Okay, you admit, you had just a little, tiny, giant crush on your friend. I mean how could you not. Unfortunately, it seemed Newt wasn’t interested in you. Every time you tried to get his attention he didn’t really notice. 

So, here you were on a train, next to the guy you loved. 

“What do you think of this, Bowtruckles are commonly found in West of England, southern Germany, and certain Scandinavian forests” Newt trails off when he sees how tired you look. 

Newt feels a twinge of guilt for keeping you up so late all the time. 

“Sorry Newt, I’m listening” you yawn out. 

“You should rest y/n, we have a long journey ahead of us” Newt says rubbing your hand. It was a platonic thing he did but it made your heart flutter. 

“I’m fine, really” you push. 

Newt raises his eyebrow but lets it go, “Alright”. He turns back to his book and begins writing and editing. 

After about an hour Newt feels his shoulder get heavier. He looks down and sees you’ve fallen asleep with a quill still in your hand. Newt carefully takes the quill out of your hand. He smiles down at your sleeping form. He doesn’t want to wake you so he stays still. His face heats up as he feels your arms wrap around his arm. 

He just thanked Merlin that no one on this train was a legilimens. His thoughts were scattered and his brain was fuzzy. He subconsciously rubbed your arm and set his chin on your head. When you open your eyes you notice the weight on your head. 

You panic, you just fell asleep on your crush of 4 years and now you think he’s sleeping on you. You shift slightly and Newt takes his head off you. 

“S-So sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you” you stutter out. God you were so embarrassed. 

“It’s okay y/n, I didn’t mind” he says, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

 “No really, it was highly unprofessional.” you say. Newt rolls his eyes and takes your hand. 

“It’s okay really, besides, you looked very cute lying on my shoulder” The train stopped and so did your heart. 

Your face a bright red. Did Newt just call you cute? Newt stands up and grabs his suitcase, “well we’re here. Come on love, time to go” He turns around smiling to himself. 

He didn’t know he could make you blush so much. 


Professor- Tom Hiddleston x reader. |Part 2|

Part 1

Sorry if this wasn’t any good :/

Tom closes the door of his car, running a hand through his hair with a nervous sigh. She’ll be there again, she has his class today, and he hadn’t seen Y/n since that night. Of course, he’s seen the girl around campus, but she’s been avoiding him, and he hopes to God that it’s not his fault. Tom fixes his bag on his shoulder, walking through the car park, watching the warm rays of the seven o'clock sun raise up. He usually comes in this early, either to grade papers or to just enjoy the solitude until he has to teach.
He makes it inside, walking to the door of the auditorium where he teaches he unlocks it and walks in. Stopping short when he sees Y/n sitting in her seat looking startled,  "Oh, hello–How’d you get in? The door was locked.“
The girl smiles sheepishly, scratching her cheek, "Oh, right. Locked door.” she mutters, looking away from him.
She broke in, of course.
Tom sighs, walking to his desk to put his bag down, all the while keeping his eyes on her. She slowly gets up from her chair, grabbing the cup that was sitting on her desk, before practically skipping down to him.
“Here you go, it’s still hot.” she says, smiling gently. He gives a confused smile, furrowing his eyebrows, “What’s this?”
“Well, it’s coffee. Payment for Tuesday.”
Tom accepts the cup with a smile, setting it down on his desk, folding his hands in front of him. “Um–Look Y/n, listen about Tuesday night. If I said something that may have caused you to avoid me, I’m sorry.”
Y/n shakes her head, shoving her hands into her jeans pockets, it wasn’t her intention to make him feel like he did something. She just didn’t want to see him, and for the past two days she’d been doing just fine. She thought that maybe if she stayed away from him, she’d somehow abandon her feelings. But of course, none of that nonsense.
“No, no. You didn’t do anything,” she assures him and he gives a relieved sigh, chuckling a bit. “So why–”
“–I can’t tell you okay? It’s just…. it’s complicated.”

“So, did you get around to asking him out yet?” Y/n’s best friend Danielle asks, handing her a cup of coffee. The one person who actually knew about her crush on her history professor was the one person she could trust. They’ve been best friends throughout their years of high school, and they had decided to go to the same collage. Naturally, they told each other everything, and wouldn’t have to doubt their ability to keep it secret.
Y/n sighs, taking the cup from her hand, “No–he’s my teacher Dani.”
The mocha skinned girl puts her hands up in  defense, dropping back onto the bench. She crosses one jeans clad leg over the other, something she does when she’s about to say something serious.
“I’m not judging you girl, I’m just saying; go for it. He’s not gonna stay single forever.” The two normally spends their lunch in the park, it wasn’t too far from campus, which is incredibly convenient. “I mean, come on. Have you seen him?” the girl gestures at the air wildly with her free hand, causing Y/n to chuckle. “And what about you?” she asks, nudging the dark haired girl with her shoulder, wiggling her eyebrows, “What about that really hot Physics teacher you were crazy about?”
“Hey! Leave Cumberbatch out of this!” Danielle laughs, taking a long drink from her coffee cup,

“Your ears are red Dani,”

“Shut up Y/n.”

Y/n sat in her normal seat, trying to focus on what her chemistry teacher was saying as he moves about talking about the reactions of certain chemical compounds. But she just couldn’t, her mind would just wander, leaving her not paying attention and staring out the nearest window. She probably should have told him, this would’ve been easier, albeit a lot more distracting. “I doubt what you’re thinking about is more important that what I’m teaching Miss L/n.” her teacher says, snapping the girl out of her daydream, “Oh–Sorry Sir, of course not.” Y/n speaks up, ignoring the giggling and whispering that passed around.
Real mature, Let’s all pretend we’re not in collage.
Later that night, Y/n was staying back a little late to do some work. Though she could do this at her flat she just didn’t feel like going home just yet. That, and a small part of her wants to see Tom again, when she was in his class today, she didn’t spare him a glance, she was too busy trying not to lose her mind. She was still going head strong with the ’if you avoid it you’ll lose it’ thing, but that’s not going very well, obviously. He just seems to be around every corner, with those stupid eyes of his and that stupid smile that she just can’t ignore, no matter how hard she tried.
Y/n sighs, looking over her work one last time before packing up her books, she stuffs them into her bag carelessly, too tired to care and just ready to go home and sleep. Picking up the two books that couldn’t fit into her blue laptop bag, she hugs them to her chest.
She was walking out of the library doors when someone bumps into her from her right, sending her books toppling to the floor. “Is there any way I could bump into you without wrecking something?” The deep voice of her history professor asks, amusement lacing his words. Tom leans down to grab her books that he had clumsily thrown down, “Sorry about that.” he chuckles handing the books back to her, she smiles, “It’s alright, thanks.”
Y/n readjusts the books in her arms, still smiling at him, trying to ignore the heat that had quickly flushed her cheeks. Since they were heading in pretty much the same direction, they walk out together. “You’re here late,” Tom says, looking ahead of himself, “Uh, yeah. I was just getting some last minute work done.” Y/n answers, feeling herself relax. He hums in response, stopping briefly to open the door for her.
The two walk out through the car park, walking in a somewhat awkward silence. Tom stops by his cars, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, “You know, I could drive you home… if you’d like that.”
Y/n smiles at the man, while trying to keep her cool and not
shuffle nervously on her feet. If he only knew what he did to her.
“Yeah, thanks,”  she answers, and Tom smiles back, unlocking the car and opening the door for her to get in.
Ever the gentleman
Tom, feeling elated, walks to the other side and gets in. He had offered just to spend time with her, as little as it may be, considering that she doesn’t live very far from campus. But his intentions are good, it’s late, and anything could happen, to a girl like her especially. He’d rather drive her home than risk that.
He starts up the car as she buckles in, and Tom thinks of some way to make small talk. “So, how was your classes?” he asks as he pulls out the car park and start down the road. He nervously drums his fingers on the steering wheel, “They were alright, I did get caught in Chemistry daydreaming….” Y/n gives a nervous laugh, Turing her head to stare out of the window. “Daydreaming? About what?” Tom asks, genuinely curious, looking at Y/n from the corner of his eye.
“Oh you know. Stuff worth not listening to Mr Scott drone on.” Tom chuckles at this, shaking his head a little, “Fine, don’t tell me.”
She was almost home, and how he knew where she lived is mystery in itself. Half of the ride there was nothing but awkward tension, because neither of them knew what to say, and what they wanted to say was left unsaid because they were both afraid of the other rejecting them. Of course they could just throw that out of the window and to hell with rejection, just to get it over with and out. Or, continue with loving from afar and not risk what they already have, which isn’t much–but enough.
As they stop at a red light, Tom cleats his throat.
Perhaps I shouldn’t, he thinks, already regretting his decision to draw attention to himself. “L-look. Um. Y/n, there’s something you must know.”
Shut up Thomas. His brain tries to stop himself from saying something he’d forever regret, but his heart has other plans.
Do it.
“I–” his heart pounds in his ears, his palms gripping the steering wheel so tightly they turned white. Y/n puts a gentle hand on his arm, “It’s alright Tom.”
His blue eyes snap to hers, this is the first time she’s called him by his name, and he must admit, he likes the way it sounded coming from her. Something he could get used to, if he doesn’t mess this up. “If it makes you feel better, I have something to tell you too.”
Take a deep breath, Y/n. Don’t blow it.
“Okay,” Tom says, not taking his eyes off the road as the light changes back to green. He turns up Y/n’s street, and pulls up in front of the flat complex she lives in. He takes a breath, and Y/n gives a reassuring squeeze. “How about this. You come up, and we could watch a movie and talk?” Y/n offers, with a sweet smile he couldn’t ignore and an offer he couldn’t refuse. The awkwardness around then cleared up a bit as they took the lift up to the fifth floor, Y/n leads Tom to her flat, thanking God that she took the time to clean up yesterday. “Uh,
yeah, come on in.”
Walking in, she drops her keys into the small light blue bowl before walking into the living room, “Make yourself at home, I’ll go make some tea,” the girl gestures at her couch against the far right wall, smiling in thanks, Tom sits.
As Y/n walks into her small kitchen, Tom sat, nervously shaking his leg.
Trying to figure out a way to tell her, but of course, he just can’t let the doubt slip by unnoticed. What if she doesn’t return his feelings? How embarrassing would that be?
“You could pick the movie if you like,” Y/n’s voice calls from the kitchen, “They’re in the box by the telly.”
After setting up the movie and bringing out snacks, Y/n and Tom settled on the couch, watching the Lion King. Halfway through the movie, the two were laughing and getting used to each other’s company, and singing along to every song that popped up. They we’re having such a good time that Y/n had almost forgotten that Tom had something to tell her. “So, What did you want to tell me Professor?”
Tom stiffens, Scar’s song now background noise, Right. That.
“Perhaps, if I showed you?” He asks quietly, causing Y/n to give him a confused smile, but she nods anyway. He moves closer to her, raising a hand to cup her cheek. Y/n heart slams against her rib cage, he’s not gonna k– the feeling of his soft lips touching hers in a gentle kiss made her thought process come to a grinding halt.
But she kisses back, her fingers finding his chestnut hair, tugging slightly. They smile at each other after the kiss ends, “Can we stop being so awkward now?” Y/n asks with a chuckle, and Tom nods, kissing her again.

(Extended ending)

A soft knock on the door of Y/n’s flat woke Tom the next morning, he sleepily smiles at the girl curled up next to him on the couch. He raises a hand, brushing back the hair that had fallen in her face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
The knock comes again, and Tom slowly untangle her arms from around him, getting up to go see who was at the door at the ungodly hour of six o'clock. When he gets to the door and opens it, the girl on the other side was holding a silver key. Her friend, Danielle, apparently just about to let herself in.
“What…. ” she says, her brown eyes wide as she looks him over and Tom panics, because he was only in his boxers and a grey tee.
The girl slowly smiles, “No way.. I’m so going to kill her.” She rushes past him, and into the living room where Y/n was sleeping. Tom pulls the door close, quickly following after her, “I can explain me being here.” Tom starts, but closes his mouth when Danielle yanks the sheets off Y/n, who was startled awake by the action. The sheets were still tangled around her legs, so that pulled her off her couch.
Danielle lets out a sigh of relief seeing that her best friend was still fully clothed, “Oh Thank God.” Y/n looks at Tom, completely confused, then back at her friend, “Dani…what…?”
“You said you’d call last night when you were at the library. But you didn’t and I panicked, I thought you were dead.” Y/n rolls her eyes at the over dramatic girl, getting up off the floor. “No, as you can see, totally not dead.”
Danielle nods, stopping to look over at Tom, who stood there looking quite uncomfortable, he gives a small wave before disappearing into Y/n’s kitchen.
“Clearly I missed something. I thought you were dead and here you are hooking up with tall dark and British.” She smiles, “My baby is all grown up, making moves and stuff.” Danielle says, wiping a nonexistent tear from under her eye.

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Characters: Castiel x Winchester!Reader, Dean, Sam

Word Count: 1,376 (This was supposed to be a drabble. Whoops?)

Warnings: Insomnia, other than that, it’s just fluff

Request: Can you do a Cas imagine where he finds out his girlfriend (Sam and Dean’s sis) hasn’t slept in two days and it’s because she can’t sleep unless he’s holding her?

Author’s Note: Please, send in requests because I love reading them and I love writing them! If you would like to be tagged in my future fics and my Series Rewrite that is coming soon, let me know and I’ll add you!

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Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

It’s okay, Y/N, you got this. A lot of Hunters don’t sleep. A lot of Hunters go on very little sleep. You’re nothing special. Sam and Dean do it all the time. Hell, Cas doesn’t need sleep. But he’s an Angel and they don’t require sleep but same difference, right?

It wasn’t the fact that you didn’t want to sleep; it was the fact that you couldn’t. You were a Winchester and sleep didn’t come very easily for you. You had insomnia and both Sam and Dean knew this. You’re the only one out of your family that has it.

However, since you started dating Cas, you’ve been able to get to sleep without a problem but only if you were in his arms. You’ve tried tea, milk, medicine, baths, watching movies but nothing seemed to be working.

You were tired as hell but no matter how tired you got, you weren’t able to fall asleep. It was like your eyes wanted to sleep but every nerve in your body repulsed against the thought of sleep.

“You look like shit.” You jumped when you heard the voice. Two days of no sleep made you jump at anything. You looked up at Dean who entered the library. There was a case going on and luckily it was very close to home so you decided to do the research here instead of some musty motel room.

“Thanks Dean. Appreciate it.” You grumbled, looking back at the lore book.

“Alright, you get some sleep.” The book was taken from you and you looked at Dean with pleading eyes.

“You know I can’t sleep.” You sighed.

“You look like a fucking zombie. You’re lucky we know the difference between a monster and our sister. Go to bed.” Dean demanded. He thinks that just because he’s the oldest, he could boss you around.

“No.” You crossed your arms, not moving from the chair.

“What’s going on?” Sam entered the library.

“Y/N won’t go to sleep.” Dean said, looking at his brother.

“Sam, tell your brother that I can’t go to sleep. You both know I have insomnia. The only way I’ll sleep is if you knock me out but you won’t.” You said, pleading with your other older brother.

“Y/N, when is the last time you slept?” Sam asked, frowning when he stepped closer to you. He must have gotten a better look at you. You must have had bags under your eyes and blood shot eyes from the lack of sleep.

“Two days ago.” You shrugged, not seeing a big deal.

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“Keith, my dear old boring friend,” Lance begins one day, intruding Keith’s personal space and flinging himself down on Keith’s bed like he owns the place.  “You know what’s been bothering me?  There is absolutely no one in this solar system to kiss.  How sad is that?”

Keith glances up from his book, frowning.  “Leave.”

“Oh, dear.  Is someone upset today?  Shocker.”  Lance stretches his arms up above his head, yawning.  “You probably haven’t even kissed someone.  How sad.”

It’s obvious bait, but Keith falls for it anyways.  “Of course I’ve kissed someone,” he protests automatically.

Lance snorts, rolling over on the bed.  He rests his chin on his palm, a perfect picture of laziness, and raises an eyebrow at Keith.  “Sure you have.”

Keith rolls his eyes.  “As if you have?”

Lance shrugs.  “I’ll have you know that at the garrison, I had my fair share of lady friends.”

“Poor girls.”

“Maybe, but that’s their choice.”  He angles one finger over at Keith.  “You, sir, are missing out.”

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(Part 1)


Eggsy listened to the steady noises of the machine, focusing on every heart beat in anticipation.

Any day now. She’d wake up soon.

That’s what they’d said.
That’s what they’d said for three weeks.

“You saved me”
“My knight in shining armour”

He smiled, running his thumb over her cold wrist.

“How’re you feeling today, huh?” He asked, trying to smile for her “I bet you’re pretty bored, stuck in your head like this. I know I would be”

He waited for a response, like he had all day.


“Would you like me to read something?”

He reached over to the pile of books Merlin had left for him, picking up the biggest he could find.

“The Sword in the Stone”

He let out a snort, rolling his eyes. He had no doubt that almost every book he’d been given had something to do with fairytales. That man sure did have a strange sense of humour.

“I suppose this will do-”

His heart leapt in his throat.

She had squeezed his hand.
She was there.
She was listening.

He grinned, leaning forward.

“You feel like waking up, Princess?” He asked, looking for an other sign she was coming too.

Eggsy waited until he was sure she wouldn’t move again, sitting back in his chair and opening the book.

“That’s alright, you take your time” he patted her hand before focussing on the book once more “I’d wait forever (Y/n). Just as long as you’re okay”


The first thing she processed was how bright it was. Everything was a painful white colour. No shadows at all. Just blinding light.

She listened for anything but only could hear a faint buzz.

Where was she?

(Y/n) tried to move her hand but as she couldn’t see anything she wasn’t sure if she had succeeded. Her body felt numb, out of place. Like her mind was the only thing left, floating around in the light.

As her senses returned to her, he was the first thing she noticed. The first thing that caught her attention.

His snored echoed around the large hospital room, along with his steady breathing in-between each sharp snort. He was curled up in an uncomfortable arm chair, a blanket thrown over him messily - probably by one of the doctors. His mouth hung open at an awkward angle, head thrown back in his seat. But even in his deep sleep, he still held onto her hand, finger firmly wrapped around her wrist.


It was barely over a whisper, her throat dry and scratchy. She looked around the room, trying to figure out how long she had been resting. She glanced at the clock on the wall, but couldn’t hear it ticking. She could only hear soft snores and steady breathing.

“Eggsy” her voice cracked half way but it was enough to make him snap awake, eyes wide in fear.

“(Y/n)” he got up from his chair, placing both hands on her shoulders “you’re awake”

The girl raised her hand up, running her fingers over his slight stubble.

“How long have you been waiting here?” She frowned, still lightly dizzy.

“A month” he shrugged “maybe longer. I’m not sure”

She let out a croaky laugh, pulling him close to her.

“I missed you” he mumbled, burying his face into her neck.

“I missed you too” she admitted, trying to get her eyes to focus “it was strange. I could feel everything around me but at the same time I couldn’t. Like I was underwater or listening through a wall”

“I didn’t want to leave” he whispered “I didn’t what you to wake up alone”

“It’s okay” she smiled “I’m alright”

“(Y/n), I did a lot of thinking while you were out, and well…” He bit his lip, trying to find the right words “I just…I can’t see myself waiting for a month for someone else, do you understand?”

“Not really”

“What I’m trying to say is…well” he pulled back, staring her right in the eye “I’m in love with you”

Take a Break (Lin x Reader)

Request: Could you possibly write a lin x reader where they are best friends and the reader has a test that they are super stressed about (like stressed to the point where nothing is sticking) and Lin decides that it would be good to pull his friend away from their work for awhile? Thanks :)

Summary: It’s finals week and the reader is stressed, so Lin shows up and decides to take their minds off things.

Warnings: Like one swear and exam stress ugh

i know this one was like just requested but i put it at the top of my list since it’s finals week and this may calm some people down hope no one minds

ps i didn’t proof read this either oops 

To: Y/N
From: Lin
whatcha doing?

You read the text you had just received from your best friend before flipping your phone over face down and focusing back on your textbook. The AP Economics exam was approaching quickly. You had two days to become an expert and needless to say, you were beyond stressed. No more then five minutes later, you received yet another text from Lin.

To: Y/N
From: Lin
you’re cramming, aren’t you?

You turned your phone back over once again, then reread the paragraph over aggregate supply and demand. Halfway through the page, your phone vibrated once again.

To: Y/N
From: Lin
didn’t I tell you to take a break?

You ignored it again, going back to figuring out how to graph the difference curves and what causes them to shift. Evidently Lin had yet to get the memo to quit blowing up your phone, for you received yet another text.

To: Y/N
From: Lin
that’s it, I’m coming over

To: Lin
From: Y/N
don’t you dare.

To: Y/N
From: Lin
a reply at last! too late, I’m on my way

You placed your phone down and groaned. How were you to become an expert economist if Lin was sitting beside you, yapping away about some historical figure he found extremely interesting? Sure, you absolutely loved Lin, but you could not afford to fail this exam. You redirected your attention back to your book, determined to retain some bit of information before Lin arrived.

Ten minutes later, you heard the jingle of keys and your front door unlock. Lin announced his presence, “Honey, I’m home!”

“I gave you that key for emergencies, you know,” you told him with a shake of your head, your eyes not daring to leave the page.

“It is an emergency! You, my good friend, are overworking. You need a break,” Lin said, perching himself on the desk at which you were attempting to study.

“No, what I need is for you to give me some peace and quiet so that I can study,” you told him.

He snatched your economics book from you, hiding it behind his back, “Let’s get a bite to eat.”

“Are you out of your mind?” you asked, trying to reach around him and retrieve your book from his grasp.

“Little bit,” he said with a grin before adding, “Come on, you’ve been working your ass off for the past two weeks, take a break.“

You groaned and told him, “I don’t think you understand the severity of the situation, Lin. I can’t afford to fail this exam.”

“When’s the last time you had an actual meal? Not just a bag of chips or a cup of noodles?” Lin asked.

You had to think about it, which cause Lin to lift his eyebrows at you. You sighed, “Okay, it’s been a minute. But I’m still eating, alright? Can I please have my book back?”

“Sure, after I treat you to dinner,” Lin answered.

“Lin, I don’t have the ti-”

“Then I guess you’re not getting this back,” he teased, waving the book around.

After a brief stare down between the two of you, you reluctantly gave in, “Fine! Let me get ready.”

“Table for two please,” Lin said to the hostess. You looked up from your phone and gave a slight smile to her before sneakily glancing back at your screen. Just because Lin had coaxed you into going out didn’t mean you couldn’t look over the notes you saved on your phone.

“Right this way,” the hostess said, escorting you and Lin to a table in the heart of the restaurant. The two of you took a seat and the hostess handed you both a menu. She said, “Your waiter will be with you shortly.”

You both gave your thanks as she walked away. Lin began looking over the menu while your focus remained on your electronic notes. He had taken you to your favorite place to eat, there was no need to read the menu when you knew what you wanted. Lin glanced up from his menu to look at you and he noticed the closed menu and how intensely you were looking at your screen. He inquired, “What are you doing?”

You looked from your screen to see his skeptical look on his face. You responded with a shrug, “Nothing.”

“Yeah right! I’ve never seen anyone look so perplexed at their phone screen, what are you looking at?” he said.

“It’s nothing,” you insisted.

Lin scoffed and quickly snatched your phone from your grasp. He looked at the screen and asked, “Economics notes? Really?”

“Yes, now give it back!” you said, watching your volume as you didn’t want to attract the attention of the whole restaurant.

“Only if you promise to forget about economics for the rest of the night,” Lin told you.

You rolled your eyes and said, “Lin, seriously, give it back.”

“I am serious, Y/N. You’re stressing yourself out way too much, you need to relax,” he said.

“I’m fine,” you assured him.

“When’s the last time you got a full eight hours of sleep?” Lin asked you. When he was given nothing by silence from you he said, “See? I’m just looking out for you.”

You sighed, realizing his point. You said to him, “Fine, no more economics tonight.”

“Pinky swear?” he asked.

"Really?” you asked in response with a chuckle.

“Really,” he said, holding out his pinky for you to link with.

You laughed at bit more and, as you linked pinkies, said, “Alright, I pinky promise, you dork.”

“Now, you can’t deny the fact that you a had a good time tonight,” Lin said with a smile as you two approached your front door.

You softly laughed and replied, “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

“You’re welcome,” he said with a sing-song tone. You shook your head as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. Lin closed the door behind him and told you, “By the way, I’m staying over tonight.”

“Okay, but why?” You asked. It wasn’t uncommon for Lin to spend the night at your place or for you to spend the night at his place. Of course it caused several rumors about you two to spread around on campus, but neither of you cared.

“To make sure you sleep for an appropriate amount of time,” he told you.

You both entered your bedroom and asked, “What would you consider an appropriate amount of time?”

“At least eight hours,” he said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. 

You shook your head as you reached into one of your drawers. You grabbed one of the many pairs of sweats Lin kept at your apartment and tossed it towards him, aiming directly at his face. He sarcastically said, “Gee, thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” you said with a grin, mimicking the little tune he did earlier with the same words. You grabbed a pair of pajamas and left to get dressed in your bathroom, Lin banging on the door five minutes later whining that he needed to brush his teeth. Moments later, you both settled into your bed. You whispered to your best friend who laid beside you, “Thank you.”

“For what?” Lin asked.

“For tonight. You were right, I really needed this,” you told him.

Lin faintly smiled and said, “It was my pleasure.”

“Goodnight, Lin.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

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They Ship It

Words: 919
Bruce Banner X Reader
Prompt: “ All our students ship it” Teacher AU
(Prompt via @dailyau & @edge-of-bizarre. Not my gif.)

“Excuse me, Miss [Y/L/N], Do you know what shipping is?” One of your tenth grade students raised her hand. It was the middle of a Wednesday and your class was supposed to be reading Romeo and Juliet. For whatever reason they had all decided that task was beneath them. You didn’t really push the issue since their lessons were a few weeks ahead of schedule anyway.

“Shipping?” You repeated. “You mean like shipping a packages from one place to another?” Several of the students around the class erupted into fits of giggles.

“No,” A boy in the front row gasped through his fits of laughter. “shipping is when a person or group of people want two people to be a couple. Like how Juliet’s dad really wants her to end up married to Paris. You could say Lord Capulet ships them. Their ship name could be Julius.”

“Julius. Juliet and Paris. Like Bradgelina, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.” You nodded to show them that you understood. “Well, thanks for catching me up on this, let’s all turn our attention back to our books alright?”

“The reason why I ask,” The first girl from the back of the class spoke up again. “Is because…most of us in the tenth grade class we had a poll on Facebook. And we decided together that we ship you with Dr. Banner.”

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"Do it, do it, do it." Flynn and Ornate cheered as Ayame and Caitlin set up the pentagram. "Why did we agree to this?" Ayame asks, which Caitlin returns by a shrug as she looks through the book with summoning spells. "Anti. Warning: will most likely result in death." Caitlin reads and looks at the guys and back at the book. "Alright, candles are lit, we should be good." Ayame says. "Et portae inferi volumus vocare nomen daemonis anti." Caitlin speaks in a clear voice.

Anti was just hanging in his mind space, minding his own business and doing some target practice when he was suddenly taken away and appeared in an unknown area. When he appeared in the middle of the pentagram, he had his arm up, holding a dagger with a sharp look in his eyes. Upon noticing that there were other people around him and that he was no longer in his mind space, he brought his arm down and flipped the dagger between his fingers. An amused grin appeared on his face as he realized what took place. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?~”

Castiel Imagine

Imagine: Sam having to explain to Cas after the fact that you were flirting with the angel.

(not my GIF)

“You must be Castiel,” you looked up from your book, eyes smiling as he and Sam entered into the library. You stuffed a file folder into the text as a makeshift bookmark and stood, crossing the room to meet them, “I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Y/N.”

“It is nice to meet you,” Cas nodded politely, “Sam and Dean said you have some questions for me.”

“Straight to the point, eh?” You met Cas’ intense gaze and smiled, “First question, is it some sort of prerequisite that angels be so handsome?”

Cas simply stared back at you, head slightly cocked, blue eyes pressing into a slight serious squint, “Vessels come in many different forms. There is no requirement for one to be good-looking.”

Sam pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, hiding an amused grin.

You cleared your throat, awkwardly averting your eyes back to the book in your hands, “Alright then, now that we have that cleared up I just have to grab some things from my room - artifacts I’m looking for information about - if you’ll wait here for me.”

Cas nodded, oblivious to your attempted flirtation, “Of course.”

You glanced back to Sam as you exited the library, raising an eyebrow and giving him a you-weren’t-kidding look regarding the angel.

Dragon Ball Z Musings

So I’ve been rewatching Dragon Ball Z to catch myself up before starting to watch Dragon Ball Super, and I’m remembering a lot of things that I used to think about the show - and some new things that are striking me as interesting… so I thought I’d take notes and share things.

Warning!! This post will likely contain spoilers for the series. Mostly for the Buu Saga, but it will probably have spoilers for most of Dragon Ball and Dragon Ball Z, possibly even a movie or two!

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