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The Best Wake Up
Summary: The morning after, Dean wants to show Y/N how much she means to him.
Characters: Dean x F!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, Implied Smut
DEAN: BREAKFAST IN BED (@spndeanbingo)
FLUFF: BRUNCH (@anyfandomfluffbingo)
WC: 477
A/N: Just a cute little scene that popped in my head.
Dean stood in the doorway to his room, his breath caught in his throat. His hands were shaking enough that it caused the dishes on the tray he was carrying to rattle.
He forced himself forward, gently nudging the door closed behind him with his foot. Making his way to the bed, Dean balanced the tray on the nightstand as best he could before sitting on the edge of the bed.
That’s when he took a moment to look at Y/N, asleep in his bed. She looked so peaceful, and beautiful. He couldn’t believe his luck to wake up beside her that morning. Or, well, near noon, but who was keeping track?
Last night was probably one of the best nights of his whole life. He finally manned up and told Y/N how deeply he’d fallen for her, how much he wanted her in his life. He had been so scared. Of rejection, of not being enough, of ruining their friendship. But when she lit up at his confession, echoing his sentiments back to him, none of it mattered.
He’d spent the night showing her how much he loved her, over and over again. She reciprocated, blowing his mind and swelling his heart.
But he knew her insecurities were eating at her. He knew her well enough to know that she’d wake, wondering what it all meant. And he wanted to be sure there was no room for misunderstanding.
“Y/N,” he whispered gently, his fingers brushing back the hair from her face and ticking over her skin, “Y/N, Baby, wake up.”
She stirred awake, his touch rousing her, his soft and deep timbre vibrating through her. She moaned, rolling to her back and stretching, expecting to find her beside her. When her hand found nothing, her eyes shot open.
They quickly landed on amused green eyes staring back at her from the other side of the bed.
“Morning,” she flushed bashfully, adjusting to sit up against the headboard.
“It’s almost noon,” Dean admitted.
She admired the broad smile on his face and crinkles at the corners of his eyes. He was happy, and it looked good on him.
He brought the tray to rest carefully across her lap, chuckling once more at her surprise.
“I could get used to this,” she teased as she sipped at the coffee.
“Yeah, me too,” Dean responded, tucking a stray hair behind her ear with a wistful smile.
As she had fallen asleep, she had wondered what would happen the next day. Even though they had both confessed things, and connected in a beautiful way, she still wasn’t sure if Dean would truly want her.
But the smile on his face, the breakfast before her, told her all she needed to know. It was the best wake-up, and she was excited for all the wake-ups next to Dean to come.
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Dean Winchester:
Welcome Home
Summary: Misha returns home from duty to his best friend Jensen.
Characters: Jensen x Soldier!Misha
Warnings: Minor Angst, Fluff
DEAN: MISHA COLLINS (@spndeanbingo)
AU: SOLDIER!MISHA (@spnaubingo)
FLUFF: SURPRISE PARTY (@anyfandomfluffbingo)
WC: 571
A/N: Turned out really fluffy, but it made my heart full.
Misha was grateful but nervous as he arrived home, fresh off a tour of duty. Eighteen months away from home seemed like a lifetime, especially after all he had seen and been through in that time. It would have felt impossible, if it hadn’t been for his best friend, Jensen.
When he enlisted, Jensen was excited and supportive, but Misha knew he was hurting. They grew up together, were always together. His enlistment was really the first long stretch of time they’d had apart. But Jensen wrote constantly, keeping Misha aprised of the things at home and reminding him that he was loved and missed.
The night before he left, Jensen threw him a party, enjoying one more night before they would have to bid farewell. So it wasn't that much of a surprise when he walked into his family’s home to a large crowd of happy people welcoming him home.
Of course, Jensen was center stage, a bright smile on his face to greet his best friend. Of course, Jensen was his first hug, the familiarity of it grounding him and releasing the nervous tension he was holding.
“Welcome home, man,” Jensen beamed, “We’ll catch up later when we have a minute, yeah?”
Misha nodded, knowing all the people around him would want his time and attention. All he wanted was to sit and drink a beer with Jensen, but that would have to wait.
What seemed like hours later, people finally started leaving the party, the house emptying out and quieting down quickly after. When Jensen handed him a beer and lead the way to the chairs out back, Misha was at peace.
“So glad you’re back, man,” Jensen spoke, “You have no idea how much you were missed around here.”
“Oh, well Mrs. Carter told me exactly how much I’ve been missed.”
The pair chuckled together, Jensen shaking his head, his smile unable to leave his face.
“Yeah, well, she’s not the only one,” Jensen added with a nervous chuckle.
He ran a hand on the back of his neck and Misha tilted his head in confusion. He knew those tells, but he didn’t understand why Jensen would have them now. Except, maybe he did because something had started to shift between them before he left. While he was away, Jensen was his rock, his go-to, his piece of home.
“You kept me going over there, you know?” Misha admitted, fidgeting with the bottle in his hands, “You kept in touch and no matter what was going on I knew you’d be there to listen and respond.”
Jensen’s constant contact meant more to him than he could really put into words.
“I was so worried,” Jensen admitted, his voice shaky, “I didn’t know if I’d see you again. If you’d even make it h-home.”
Seeing him so shaken broke something within Misha. Taking a chance, he reached over, squeezing Jensen’s hand in his own. When Jensen met his eyes, he squeezed once more to reassure him.
“I’m h-home now,” Misha teasingly mocked Jensen’s emotional hiccup.
“Asshole,” Jensen affectionately grumbled, letting a tear drop as he lurched forward, hugging Misha tightly once more.
A part of him was afraid if he let go, Misha would disappear right before his eyes as if it were all a dream. So he held tighter and Misha reciprocated as they settled back into the familiarity that was them, and maybe something more.
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JENSEN TAGS:
Try to Focus
Summary: Y/N gets distracted by her new professor.
Characters: Professor!Dean x Student!Reader
Warnings: Angst, Fluff
AU: PROFESSOR/TEACHER AU
DEAN: SCHOOL TEACHER AU
FLUFF: TEACHER AU
WC: 556
A/N: Couldn’t find a gif that really fit, so went with the above. Do love me a ‘nerdy’ Dean.
Y/N settled into her seat in the small lecture hall. Being a new college student was hard enough. Starting more than a decade after people usually did was even harder. She hated that she stood out like a sore thumb, but she was determined.
A man closer to her age entered the room, the students quieting down as he settled at the desk at the front. She quickly realized he must be the professor. Then she wondered how in the hell she was supposed to focus in this class.
Mr. Winchester was gorgeous. He had the looks of an actor or model. But he was stood before the class, dressed in slacks and a sweater, his tie tucked beneath. She suddenly understood where all the teacher fantasies came from.
Her mind drifted to the most sinful thoughts. Perched on his desk, pulling him closer by his tie, begging for extra credit.
Suddenly people were shuffling about and she realized class must have ended. That certainly wasn’t going to bode well if she couldn’t focus on her class at all.
Packing up her bag, she made her way to the door.
“Y/N, can you stay for a minute please?”
She paused in her steps, her eyes closing and cursing under her breath. Plastering on a smile, she turned around, seeing they were now alone in the room.
“Yes, Mr. Winchester?”
A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. His plump, lucious-
“-try to focus more when in class.”
Damnit. She’s done it again. Stupefied, she nodded, promising to be more prepared next time. As soon as he was satisfied, she rushed from the room, eager to get home.
Y/N just finished making dinner when she heard the front door open and close. A few footsteps later and her husband stood in the kitchen, smiling warmly.
“Smells great,” he grinned, coming around the counter to kiss her sweetly, “How was your first day of school?” He smirked, helping her to set the table.
“Great,” she grinned, “Except I totally got caught ogling one of my teachers and he pulled me over after class and told me to focus more,” she added a little quieter.
“You really should focus,” he chuckled.
“Can’t help it, Dean,” she whined, playing with his tie, “You’re hotter than I realized up there. All those other girls probably ogling you too. They’re all young and I’m the older, odd one out,” she pouted, “Makes me wanna claim you on the desk so they know who you belong to.”
Dean growled, kissing her deeply, biting at her lips and sucking at her tongue.
“You don’t have to worry about that,” he said, helping her into her seat as they settled in for dinner, “You’re the only woman I ever want.”
“It is weird being so much older,” she sighed as they dug in, “And it just seems so much harder. Maybe that’s cause I’ve been out of school for a while.”
“Nah, you got this. It’ll take a minute to adjust, but I have faith in you. No one ever said life-changing decisions would be easy,” he added with a smirk.
Y/N was grateful Dean was so supportive and encouraging. It didn’t hurt that he now held the title of ’Hottest Teacher’ she’d ever had. But maybe she was biased.
Forevers:
Dean Winchester:
Title:Law Professors Find Love.
Pairing: Padme Amidala x Satine Kryze.
Rating: Teen +
Description: Law professors edition of enemies to grudging friends to secret lovers to happily ever after while trolling their students about still disliking one another.
Square Filled: I-2 / Teacher AU
A/N & Image Credits: Images found with google and pexels. Need more w/w ships, so I’m being the change I’d like to see.
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Title: Bingo 3: Electric Three-galoo
Rating: G
Word Count: 1,700
Warnings/Tags: fluff
Summary:@onereyofstarlight requested: Artist AU looks fun and Virgil is the obvious pick - maybe an AU where Kip Harris is an artist instead of a firefighter and Virgil’s about to meet his No. 1 Art Hero? Or if you’d like more of an AU prompt - the bros aren’t bros but they’re all taking the same painting class at the local art center and this is where they meet!
@anyfandomfluffbingo fill: Artist AU
Virgil pulled at the collar of his shirt for the thousandth time and swallowed. He wiped his sweaty palms against his pants and chanced a glance across to the other side of the gallery. The man he was wanting to talk to was still busy deep in a conversation. Virgil couldn’t work up the courage to insert himself into the discussion, so was stuck glued to the spot next to his own art.
Kip Harris had been Virgil’s biggest artistic inspiration since he had first seen one of his pieces. He had just been a kid, and his mom had taken him to an art gallery on one of their days out together. The rest of his brothers weren’t interested in that sort of thing, so whenever his mom wanted to head out for some art supplies or go to a gallery, it was always just her and Virgil.
When Virgil had laid eyes on that piece of art on the wall, he had been captivated by the man’s use of colours and simple details that could change the meaning of the whole picture. Each painting of his held a story, but you could only see it if you looked close enough.
It was something that as soon as Virgil got home, he had tried to replicate. Although he could never get his style down accurately, it did go on to influence Virgil’s own style in the future.
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