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╰ 🔪 * SENTENCE STARTERS ─ SUMMER OF ‘84 !

feel free to change pronouns around for whatever fits best . fair warning some of these are “nsfw” in the teenage boys are gross kinda way & some mentions of dead things / dead bodies / killers .

‘ even serial killers live next door to somebody . ’ ‘ tough pill to swallow , i know , but it’s true . ’ ‘ people hardly ever let you know who they really are . ’ ‘ the suburbs are where the craziest shit happens . ’ ‘ what’s with all the dirt ? ’ ‘ lame , you’re better than that . ’ ‘ vaginas are magical . ’ ‘ it was on vacation dipshit . ’ ‘ i would live up here if i could . ’ ‘ i don’t know how safe that would be . ’ ‘ it’s a conspiracy , it’s all connected . ’ ‘ there’s literally no proof of that . ’ ‘ you guys are animals . ’ ‘ you are so dead ! ’ ‘ doesn’t mean i’m ready to give it up . ’ ‘ always something that needs reporting . ’ ‘ you asked to touch her boobs & she threw you over the railing . ’ ‘ okay , now i know you’re full of shit . ’ ‘ it smells like werewolf crap . ’ ‘ i got needs , ( name ) . ’ ‘ she’s like scientifically the perfect woman . ’

‘ what kinda games ? ’ ‘ what kinda games ? naughty games ? ’ ‘ the future is doomed , ( name ) . ’ ‘ let’s not gossip . . . ’ ‘ something big is going down . ’ ‘ it’s a serial killer ! ’ ‘ this is the coolest thing that’s ever happened to us . ’ ‘ there’s no way it’s gonna hit us . ’ ‘ you’re desperate for crazy shit to happen . ’ ‘ incoming titties , twelve o’clock ! ’ ‘ you guys are disgusting ! ’ ‘ aw , i’m so fucked . ’ ‘ unlike you idiots , i actually come here to study ! ’ ‘ cut the shit ! ’ ‘ he’s bored so he’s raising the stakes . ’ ‘ jesus , ( name ) , it’s not like you’re gonna break it ! ’ ‘ peak a boobs ! ’ ‘ free porn , bro . ’ ‘ is he just gonna take that ? ’ ‘ let’s go get the little shit . ’ ‘ uh , this way dick weeds . ’ ‘ don’t even say it . ’ ‘ whatever , i’m out . ’ ‘ i got a book to finish anyway . ’ ‘ congrats , you’re getting your calcium . so what ? ’ ‘ i blame myself . ’ ‘ i also blame ( name ) . ’ ‘ redheads all look the same . ’ ‘ ( name ) , what the fuck ? ’ ‘ god damnit , fine . ’ ‘ still not convinced ? ’ ‘ he can plant evidence to throw them off . ’ ‘ who would suspect a cop ? it’s the perfect cover . ’ ‘ okay , magnum p.i. . what’s your plan ? ’ ‘ well we have to find out the truth & be able to prove it . ’ ‘ this is batshit crazy , i’m in . ’ ‘ probably wanks it & cries himself to sleep . . . loser . ’ ‘ we catch this fucker & become heroes . ’ ‘ they’re aliens & they’re highly intelligent ! ’ ‘ now if it was gremlins i’d buy it , maybe . ’ ‘ stick to shit that could actually happen . ’ ‘ dude , i told you to stop talking about my mom . ’ ‘ would you rather i acted it out ? ’ ‘ let’s break into his garage . ’ ‘ trust me , i’ve got a plan . ’ ‘ what the hell are we doing ? ’ ‘ there could be evidence in here . ’ ‘ do you know me at all ? ’ ‘ i am not digging through trash ! ’ ‘ if i find a used condom in there , i’m gonna be so jealous . ’ ‘ you guys are crazy . ’ ‘ quit crying , ( name ) . ’ ‘ you know you can get aids from looking through trash , right ? ’ ‘ the only way you’re ever getting aids . ’ ‘ i can’t believe it , nothing . ’ ‘ a lair ? he’s cobra commander now ? ’ ‘ we could always look through his mail . ’ ‘ ask & you shall receive . ’ ‘ i’ll take care of that responsibility . ’ ‘ night one , no luck . ’ ‘ kinda don’t wanna be home . ’ ‘ we can make popcorn & watch close encounters . ’ ‘ you’re so good . ’ ‘ dude , what took you so long ? ’ ‘ expecting someone so late ? ’ ‘ wow , guess i haven’t been here in a while . ’ ‘ better view of my room than i thought . ’ ‘ sucks how much things have changed . ’ ‘ oh , fuck me . ’ ‘ get down , shit for brains ! ’ ‘ i’m dead shit ! ’ ‘ you look like you’re thirty , it’s gonna be fine . ’ ‘ where were you last night ? i thought you were coming over . ’ ‘ you’ll never believe who showed up at my door instead . ’ ‘ she was about to kiss me . ’ ‘ we’re picking up this convo later . ’ ‘ we’ve gotta keep following him , go . ’ ‘ you drive like my grandma , dude . ’ ‘ freak this ! ’ ‘ i’m never doing this again , you guys are dicks ! ’ ‘ let’s just get home as fast as we can . ’ ‘ oh shit , fuck ! ’ ‘ it’s a cop ! ’ ‘ i don’t have my license genius ! ’ ‘ i’m so screwed ! ’ ‘ we were just borrowing it ! ’ ‘ you could be in some real trouble . ’ ‘ ( name ) , what a surprise . ’ ‘ ( name ) , we meet again . ’ ‘ get your asses home where it’s safe & stay there . ’ ‘ unless he stashed it some place . ’ ‘ we’re onto you , ( name ) . ’ ‘ i thought everything was fine . . . ’ ‘ they didn’t even seem upset . ’ ‘ i just feel like my life has been one big lie . ’ ‘ who knows what really goes on behind closed doors ? ’ ‘ people keep stuff like that private . ’ ‘ honestly , i can’t wait to get out of this stupid town . ’ ‘ can i tell you my secret ? ’ ‘ yeah , that’s what he wants you to think . ’ ‘ i know how your brain works but you’re wrong . ’ ‘ i’m not gonna get caught . ’ ‘ just let the cops handle this . ’ ‘ i don’t want anything bad to happen to you . ’ ‘ you’re like the only person left in this town i actually like . ’ ‘ finally using those brain powers for good , about damn time . ’ ‘ guess you dickheads just aren’t men yet . ’ ‘ what’s the deal with you & ( name ) . ’ ‘ we have like a connection . ’ ‘ the only connection i want with her is vaginal . or oral if she’s into that . ’ ‘ everyone keeps their doors unlocked around here . ’ ‘ you said he killed kids , not adults . ’ ‘ they said something must have gone wrong ’ ‘ fuck that , i mean you wanna go in there be my guest . ’ ‘ dumbasses first . ’ ‘ ( name ) , i was kidding ! ’ ‘ i’ve got a bad feeling about this . ’ ‘ the light doesn’t work . ’ ‘ you guys smell that ? ’ ‘ it smells like road kill . ’ ‘ if there’s dead bodies in here i’m totally gonna shit my calvins . ’ ‘ you guys still think i’m crazy ? ’ ‘ he could still be in the house . ’ ‘ we scared you ? ! ’ ‘ it’s easy money usually . ’ ‘ wait were you really talking to her ? ’ ‘ what’s going on here ? ’ ‘ you guys hooking up ? ’ ‘ you are my god ! ’ ‘ i fucking love you ! ’ ‘ can i get a picture of you for my shrine ? ’ ‘ no way , you still have those ? ’ ‘ audio surveillance , smart . ’ ‘ found you , you big tittied butthole ! ’ ‘ why don’t you shut the fuck up & get out of here before i pound you , you little shit ! ’ ‘ whatever , pussy ! ’ ‘ freaking hate that kid . ’ ‘ holy shit , he’s got blood on him ! ’ ‘ do you think he’s onto us ? ’ ‘ we’ve gotta make it work . ’ ‘ you scared the hell outta me last night . ’ ‘ guess you didn’t see me coming either though . ’ ‘ i’m ready for you this time . ’ ‘ thanks for the offer . ’ ‘ i’m freaking the fuck out ! ’ ‘ oh my god , he’s onto us ! ’ ‘ i should have just gone to space camp . ’ ‘ it’s fool proof . ’ ‘ what are you , a chicken ? ’ ‘ hello ? someone there ? ’ ‘ that was way too freakin close . ’ ‘ there’s nothing here . ’ ‘ i got this . ’ ‘ i’m just good at working the hole . ’ ‘ unless he’s killing people with his lawnmower , we got jack shit . ’ ‘ well this whole night’s been a waste of time . ’ ‘ you got a death wish ? ’ ‘ you’re not gonna believe what we found . ’ ‘ how the hell am i supposed to know ? ’ ‘ classic ( name ) . ’ ‘ are you high ? ’ ‘ your summer’s fucked . ’ ‘ this is way too heavy , i’m out . ’ ‘ do not come out of your room until i say so . ’ ‘ no way , it’s a classic ! ’ ‘ everyone’s talking to me like i’m already gone . ’ ‘ it’s wigging me out . ’ ‘ the closer it gets , the more i feel alone . ’ ‘ i wish i could get out of this stupid neighborhood . . . ’ ‘ i’m gonna be locked up til i leave for college . ’ ‘ i might have snuck out . ’ ‘ i know i’m right about it , it’s the shittiest part about it . ’ ‘ you only get the chance to be a kid once , believe me i know . ’ ‘ if i’m right who is gonna stop it ? ’ ‘ just kinda wanna make sure that we’re good . ’ ‘ why haven’t you found him yet ? ’ ‘ if you want i can stop by , give you updates ? ’ ‘ i can tell you have an interest in this stuff . ’ ‘ wow you really have it in for me , huh ? ’ ‘ the last thing i want is for there to be bad blood between us . ’ ‘ i’m pretty sure my parents hate me now . ’ ‘ you’ve got quite the imagination . ’ ‘ my dad says it’s because i read too many mysteries . ’ ‘ it’s exciting , the stuff that’s going on . ’ ‘ he might be at practice or something . ’ ‘ look , i’m sorry for being such an idiot . ’ ‘ how are you guys not freaking out right now ? ’ ‘ this proves he’s guilty ! ’ ‘ justice will be served . ’ ‘ you’re clearly fucked in the head . ’ ‘ dude you just sound desperate now . ’ ‘ just admit you were wrong . ’ ‘ tape doesn’t lie . ’ ‘ i know you guys all think i’m crazy , but i’m gonna prove it to you . ’ ‘ i just need you guys to watch my back . ’ ‘ i’m done with this shit , okay . ’ ‘ you’re gonna get caught ! ’ ‘ are you with me ? ’ ‘ if shit goes sideways , i’m pinning it all on you . ’ ‘ this is your last shot , ( name ) . ’ ‘ i mean if you think there’s something down there , i guess i’m in too . ’ ‘ this is so not fair ! ’ ‘ it’s go time ! ’ ‘ don’t you ever talk to me that way again ! ’ ‘ it’s no wonder those kids are such fuck ups . ’ ‘ can’t take a little family time ? ’ ‘ fuck off , (name ) . ’ ‘ why , you need an alibi ? ’ ‘ hold this . . . this too ! ’ ‘ i’m not gonna let my best friend go into a serial killers house alone ! ’ ‘ let’s just make this quick okay ? ’ ‘ why do you keep doing that to us ? ’ ‘ i figured you’d need some help . ’ ‘ listen to me , it’s over . ’ ‘ i’m sorry man but you’re on your own . ’ ‘ i mean , we’re already here . we might as well just check it out . ’ ‘ we have to look . ’ ‘ we’re about to find the proof , i know it . ’ ‘ please tell me somebody brought a flashlight . ’ ‘ creepiest basement ever . . . ’ ‘ jesus fuck ! ’ ‘ calm down , it’s just a light . ’ ‘ oh my god , take a chill pill ! ’ ‘ shine a flashlight on the lock . ’ ‘ did ( name ) teach you this ? it doesn’t work ! ’ ‘ vagina ! ’ ‘ the whole things off . ’ ‘ are you fucking kidding me ? ’ ‘ it’s a long story , just trust me . ’ ‘ fuck that , i gotta hear this . ’ ‘ maybe i could sleep at your place tonight ? ’ ‘ parents again ? ’ ‘ how bad’s it this time ? ’ ‘ let’s just say i don’t wanna witness a murder-suicide . ’ ‘ but i’m not watching gilligan's island ’ ‘ you think he keeps his victims here or something ? ’ ‘ just make sure you’re filming . ’ ‘ no , ( name ) , wait . . . ’ ‘ is this enough proof for you ? ’ ‘ we need to go . . . now . ’ ‘ i’m next . . . ’ ‘ it happened because of you . ’ ‘ i’m proud of you , i’m real proud . ’ ‘ you guys are safe now . ’ ‘ i wonder where he is . . . ’ ‘ it’s just a matter of time . ’ ‘ nothing’s ever gonna be the same again . ’ ‘ you think they’ll catch him ? ’ ‘ there’s nowhere left for him to hide . ’ ‘ it’s over , we got him . ’

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Professor Winchester (Dean Winchester x Reader AU) Final Chapter

Professor Winchester Masterlist

Word Count: 4,260

Professor!Dean Winchester x Reader AU

Warnings: Language, mentions of alcohol, some sadness, fluff, and smut to end the series. ;)

“Only two more months,” She gives you a smile. “Then its summer, and you won’t ever have to see him again.”

All you have to do is make it through the end of the semester, and Dean Winchester will be out of your life for good.

TWO MONTHS LATER

“You have fifty-five minutes to complete this final,” Professor Crowley says as he paces up and down the front of the classroom, giving all of you an intimidating glance, which only makes you want to roll your eyes. He always loves to make himself look like a big bad wolf, but you (and several other students) know he’s a closeted softie.

“If you don’t complete the seventy-five questions within that time span, the highest grade you can get is a C. So I’d recommend not screwing up unless you want to be stuck with me again next semester. I’m always a joy.” He says with a smirk, and you have to hide your “bitch face”, as Nina calls it.

“But, without further adue… Begin.” He finishes with a wave of his hand, and you pick up your pencil to begin filling in the answers to your final test. You’ve studied and you have no doubts you’re going to pass. You need to pass, just for the sake of your sanity.

These past two months have been hell, and unlike your other two years in university, you were actually looking forward to finals this year. The closer to finals, the closer to getting the hell of out Dean’s class. Having to be around him twice a week, pretending like nothing happened between you two, pretending you don’t feel for him anymore, having to act like you aren’t affected at all by the fact that you broke up with the one guy who made you feel special and loved… It’s torture.

Plus, it doesn’t hurt to get out of Mr. “King of Drama and Sarcasm” Crowley’s class.

You don’t know why you’re acting like this about Dean. You broke up with him. You knew it would be awkward and uncomfortable after you ended your relationship (still being his student), so why are you feeling this way? Oh, right. Because you could have never guessed how unbearable it would be when you made your decision two months ago. Not because of the awkwardness (although that sucks just as much), but because of the realization that you actually really loved him. That’s what hurts the most. You loved Dean, and you still do. But you refuse to show your emotions to anyone about that- not even Nina, and especially not Dean. You made your decision long ago, and even though it’s hard, you still believe that you made the right one. “I cannot risk my future for a man.”

The only thing you can do now is wait. You take Dean’s final tomorrow, meaning you never have to see him again after that, and then you can go get shitfaced drunk at the bar that you and Nina have recently become fond of. It’s simple- a little vodka can cure anything, including a sad heart.

In reality, you know you’re only getting worse. After all that promising yourself that you would never be that girl who becomes a complete mess after a breakup, you feel like that’s exactly who you’ve become. You might not be showing it on the outside, but on the inside, it’s like a tornado came through and destroyed everything. To everyone else, you’re better than ever. You’ve become more social, your flirting game has improved (thanks to Nina and her insistence that you find a rebound to get over Dean), and your grades have remained impeccable. You’re like the image of the perfect college student, balancing everything out flawlessly. But in reality, you know that you’re just trying to find things to fill the void. The partying, the guys, the staying up late to study for a test that you couldn’t give less of a fuck about- you’re just trying to distract your mind. Because you fucking miss Dean, but you won’t let yourself do anything about it. “I cannot risk my future for a man.”

You shake your head, attempting to focus on the test in front of you. Your eyes widen when you realize that almost twenty minutes have passed by already and you’ve only answered ten questions, and you begin to speed through the test. Thank god that English is one of your best subjects and you studied for it, because if you hadn’t, you’d be screwed. You can’t have on your transcript that you failed an English course when you’re literally studying to become an English teacher.

Finishing with only two minutes to spare, you take a breath of relief as you walk up to the front and turn your paper in. Refusing to waste any more time in that classroom, you walk out as quickly as you possibly can. Five finals down, one more to go.

As you walk down the hallway to get to the campus parking lot, you see Dean, leaned against the wall and talking to his brother, Sam. You don’t know why Sam’s here, but seeing Dean immediately makes your stomach sink and your heart hurt. You always try your best to avoid seeing him whenever you’re not in class because of this reason. Seeing him hurt you. And by the way he looks at you, you know it hurts him, too. You hang your head low and try to walk past them quickly, but not before making eye contact with Sam for a split second. His eyes go wide before shaking his head and going back to his conversation with Dean, obviously not going to say anything to him.

“What just happened? You look like you just saw a freakin’ ghost, dude.” You can hear Dean say after you’ve walked past.

“Nah, nothing. Just saw someone who looks like Jess when we were in college, that’s all.” Sam responds, and you start to walk faster before you can hear the rest of their conversation.

‘One more day, Y/N. One more day.’

You spend the rest of the day at your apartment, taking advantage of the fact that Nina is still at school doing one of her last finals. Grabbing your package of Oreos and a Gatorade, you bring your mythology textbook into the living room on the couch, beginning to stuff your face while you cram in some last minute studying.

“So,” You say out loud to yourself, which always helps you study. “The three main gods are Zeus, Poisdeon, and Hades. Other gods include Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Apollo, Demeter…” You begin naming off all of the major and minor gods, as well as demi-gods. That was the main part of the final- naming them all and their powers. It’s a relatively easy test since all it requires is memorization. You’d take that any day over something like Calculus or Astro Physics, both of which Nina is taking.

You’re almost done studying, confident that you know all the information when you feel your phone vibrate. Assuming that it’s Nina asking what you want for dinner, you don’t even bother reading who messaged you. Typing in your password, you open your messages, reading what it says.

‘Hey. Need to talk asap. Call me.’

You look at who messaged you, confused. Your heart skips a beat when you read who sent you this- Dean Winchester. You begin to feel excited, but after only a few seconds, you start to feel dread. What could he possibly want to talk to you about?

Furrowing your eyebrows, you hit the call button, lifting up your phone to your ear.

“Hi.” Dean’s deep voice says through the speaker.

“Hi.” You barely make out, unsure of what to say.

“Do you think you can come over?” He asks, catching you off guard. “We need to talk.”

“Professor, I’ll see you tomorrow. Can’t it wait?” You respond, trying to sound as professional as possible. He is your teacher, after all. That relationship of yours is in the past, so you are treating it like it’s in the past. All he is to you now is your teacher… right?

“Y/N…” He breathes. “No. It can’t. And don’t call me Professor. Just because we br-… Just don’t call me that. It sounds weird coming from you considering we… Yeah. Can you just come over?”

He sounds like he’s stumbling over his words, and you take a moment to consider it. Should you go over? I mean, he wouldn’t be calling you asking to talk unless it was an emergency. There is definitely an unspoken rule between you two that you won’t talk unless it’s for class purposes.

“Sure,” You finally say. “I’ll head over now.”

“Sweet.” Dean says before he hangs up, leaving you feeling sort of odd. The last time you went over to Dean’s house, he was fucking you on his dining room table.

You rush into your room, trying to find some clothes that are at least somewhat presentable. Sure, he’s your ex and you shouldn’t care what he thinks because there’s no way you’re getting back together, but you do care. You’re not going to show up to his house looking like trash.

Quickly throwing on a loose fitting t-shirt and leggings, you grab your keys and head out the door. It doesn’t take you long to get to his house, and once you’re there, your heart is beating out of your chest. Why did you even agree to come, again?

You turn off your car and walk up to the front door, almost debating turning around and going home. You could always just say you suddenly started feeling sick, you couldn’t go, and he’d never know… But unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) for you, as you were just about to turn around, Dean opened the door. And for the first time he’s seen you since the breakup… He looks happy to see you.

“Y/N, hey, come in.” Dean smiles, opening the door up for you.

“Okay,” You say quietly, giving him a small smile back. “So what’s going on?”

“You want some dinner or something?” He asks, disregarding the question. “There’s some pizza in the kitchen. If you want.”

“No… I’m good.” You give him a questioning look as you stand in the middle of his living room, unsure if you should sit down or not. “So, Professor… Please tell me why I’m here.”

“Please stop calling me Professor, Y/N. Please.” He looks at you with sad eyes. “It’s impersonal as hell.”

“Isn’t that how this is supposed to be?” You give Dean a challenging look. “You’re my professor, therefore, I call you by that.”

“Is this how this is always going to be between us?” Dean raises his voice. “Uncomfortable? Awkward? Snarky comments from you? Jesus Christ, Y/N. You dumped me. Not the other way around.”

“You- You’re right. I’m sorry.” You look down at the floor. “I don’t want it to be like this between us either. It’s just… I don’t know how else to act around you. This sucks for me, too.”

“You sure you don’t want dinner?” He says after a few moments, changing the subject again.

“Yes, I am sure. I stuffed my face with Oreos not too long before you messaged.” You admit, shrugging your shoulders.

“You haven’t changed a bit.” Dean laughs, making you smile. For a second, it feels just like old times. “So… What I needed to talk about. I got another job.”

“You what?” Your mouth drops.

“Washburn University offered me a better paying job a few weeks ago. It’s only a half an hour away so I’ll just commute…” Dean trails off. “I just thought I should let you know. Tomorrow is my last day working for KU.”

“Oh,” You whisper. A million thoughts are going through your head, but there is one that is more prominent than any of the others- he’s not going to be your teacher anymore. “So… You’re not going to be a teacher at my university anymore.” You ask, but it comes out as more of a statement.

“Pretty much.” Dean nods, and you catch a look of hopefulness in your eyes, which you’re sure you’re mirroring. “So if you’re still wanting that letter of recommendation I don’t mind writing it now.”

He’s not going to be a teacher at your school anymore. You won’t be breaking any more rules, you won’t be risking being kicked out of school, and you won’t be feeling like you’re compromising your own values for a man. You won’t be feeling so heartbroken anymore. Because he’s not going to be your teacher anymore.

“I love you,” You blurt out, unable to stop yourself. “I really, really love you. I’m so in love with you that it hurts. These two months have been hell. And now that you’re leaving KU, I don’t want to feel like this anymore. I’m so sorry.”

Dean’s smiles just about reaches his ears at your words.

“I love you too, baby girl, I’ve missed you so much.” He whispers as he leans in to kiss you, his lips pressing up against yours. You smile into the kiss, a huge weight lifted off your shoulders. This is definitely not what you imagined happening not even five minutes ago, but things have changed in the best way possible.

Dean’s hands grip on your waist as he pulls you onto his lap, his hands roaming your back. Your hands are tangled up in his hair as you deepen the kiss, swiping your tongue on his bottom lip. You grind your hips against him, earning a moan from both of you. This is just what you both needed. Each other.

He pulls off your shirt, stopping to admire for a moment before going back to kissing you. Just as he starts to kiss your neck, you pull back, giving him a sympathetic look.

“What?” He asks you, looking up at you in surprise. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, not at all. You’re perfect, like always.” You reassure him. “But I want to wait. At least until tomorrow. After tomorrow… We’re good. But you’re still my teacher right now, Dean.” You bite your lip.

“That didn’t ever stop you before,” His hands grip your ass, and you have to hold back a moan.

“Dean,” You give him a stern look, trying to keep your self-control intact.

“Fine, fine,” He sighs. “I respect that. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You peck his lips one more time before crawling off his lap. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow, Professor.” You wink at him.

“You’re leaving?” He frowns. “You just got here. We just got back together.”

“If I don’t leave now, I don’t know how much self-control I’ll be able to have,” You whisper in his ear. “Just feel how wet. All because of you. I’ve missed you touching me.” You grab his hand and place it over your clothed clit, your wetness seeping through your leggings. His eyes become even more lust filled, and you notice his jeans grow even tighter.

“Fuck,” He lets out an airy laugh. “Tomorrow better come real quick. Come over after the final. You’re my last class of the day.”

“Will do. I’ll have to just let Nina know that our plans to go get drunk are canceled, but I’m sure she’ll understand.” You explain. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you.” He kisses you passionately one more time before allowing you to leave. “I’m glad this worked out the way it did.”

“Me too,” You say before exiting the door. Once it’s closed, you take a deep breath and lean your back up against the closed door, a smile on your face. Everything works out the way it’s supposed to. And apparently, that means you and Dean do end up getting your happy ending after all.

“Times up, people. Don’t care if you finished or not. Turn in your papers on my desk and then go return to your seats. I have an announcement for you.” Dean says as he stands up at the front of the classroom, and you set your pencil down on the desk. You barely finished in time.

You walk up to his desk and set the paper down, feeling Dean’s eyes on yours the entire time. He wasn’t being shy about it at all like he used to be. Anyone in the classroom who was looking at him could obviously tell that he was looking you up. Apparently, he just doesn’t care anymore- he quit his job, after all.

“Thank you all for being one of the best classes I’ve had in a while. Now, I’m not one for soppy speech’s so I’m going to spare you all. This was the last class I’ll be teaching here at KU. I was offered a job over in Topeka and I took it, starting fall semester. I hope that you all will understand. There are just bigger, better things for me if I work over in Topeka.” Dean glances at you before returning his stare to the class. “Thank you all for being good students and not making me pull my hair out. You’re dismissed.”

You can see some of the female students look visibly sad that he was leaving, seemingly missing out on their chance to bag the hot professor of the school. Too bad he’s already taken.

“So, Dean,” You start once all the other students are gone. “You ready for bigger, better things?”

“Beyond ready.” He walks over to you and kisses you, not caring that the door is open and anyone- including Mr. Shurley- could walk in. “What do you say we take this back to my house?”

“Definitely,” You say. “I am still wound up from last night, you know…”

You’ve never seen a man rush to get home faster. He practically sprinted to his desk to grab his keys and go out to his car. You drive yourself to his house, getting excited. To say that Dean is a good lover is an understatement. No one you’ve been with in these past two months has lived up to par. Besides, sleeping with Dean now just seems like an even bigger step to “bigger, better things.”

As soon as you’re both in the house, his lips are attacking yours, rushing to remove your clothes. By the time you’re both naked, you’re practically already fucking. His fingers are rubbing your clit, his mouth sucking on your breasts, leaving hickies everywhere. His name is on your mouth like a prayer, your back arched on the bed sheets as he pleasures you.

“Fuck, Dean,” You moan out as he slides himself into you. This was a different kind of sex, one you’ve never had. Needy, rushed, but still full of love. It’s different, but you’re definitely into it.

Dean grunts as he rolls his hips into yours, starting off slow but quickly fucking you fast and hard onto the mattress. Your hands scratch down his back as the mattress squeaks and the bed frame slams into the wall, sinful sounds filling the room. You tighten your legs around his waist and pull him deeper into you, loving the way his cock pleases you.

“I want to be on top,” You manage to get out between moans, and he pulls out, laying down on his back on the bed. You crawl on top of him and he positions himself at your entrance, allowing you to sink down onto him.

“Fuck, I fucking love you,” Dean hisses, his hands grabbing your waist tightly for some kind of grip. You use your hips to move yourself up and down on his dick, giving you both maximum pleasure.

“I’m gonna come,” You pant.

“Fuck, I’m close, don’t stop,” He says. Just as your orgasm is about to hit you, he begins to slam his hips up into yours, fucking you from underneath. This brings you fully to your climax, your walls clenching around him as you come undone. Less than a minute later, Dean is at his own end, his warm cum filling you as he cums.

“Goddamn,” You whisper as you remove yourself off of him, lying in bed. “I will never get tired of that.”

“Me either babe, fuck,” He laughs, kissing your lips lightly. “Hold on, I’m gonna go get a towel.”

“No,” You shake your head. “Wait a second. I wanna just enjoy this moment for a few seconds first, okay?”

“Okay.” He kisses you again, light and soft. It’s not hungry like it was earlier; it’s full of love and kindness. It’s the type of kiss you only give to someone you truly love.

Yeah, you’ll definitely never get tired of this.

SIX YEARS LATER

“Y/N, I’m home and I brought Chinese!” You can hear Dean’s voice call out from the front door of your shared house- a perk of being married. No longer having to commute to each other’s houses every day. “Where are you?

You quickly shove the box that’s in your hand into the trashcan but keep the contents of the box in your hand. You shove the object into your back pocket before exiting the bathroom and heading into the living room to greet your husband.

“Hey babe, sorry. I was peeing.” You shrug your shoulders. “Oh God, you brought Chinese food. You’re such a great husband, you know that?”

You stand up on your tip-toes and peck his lips before grabbing the food container from his hands and going to eat the table. “How was work?”

“Same shit,” Dean shrugs. “No one giving a fuck about what I’m teaching, students falling asleep… You know. The usual. I’m gonna be a dick and give them a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“Don’t be that way.” You laugh. “They’re college freshman. They don’t give a shit about anything. Trust me, I’m learning the same thing about the high schoolers that I’m teaching. None of them care about English class. It’s not personal babe.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dean rolls his eyes. “You feeling any better? I know you’ve been feeling pretty shitty these past few days. Haven’t gone to work. That’s a lot for you, Mrs. ‘I Take My Job More Seriously Than My Life’ Winchester.”

“Yeah, I’m actually feeling a little better today, thanks.” You smile at him, opening up the container of food. “Way better now that you’ve brought me noodles, oh my god.”

“What is up with you and food lately?” Dean laughs. “Not that I care. I love it. I can eat all the shit I want without you looking at me all judgey like.”

“What?” You roll your eyes. “I never looked at you judgey like.”

“Yes you did, babe.”

“No I didn’t!” You laugh. “Whatever. How are Sam and Jess doing? I haven’t been over to see them in a while. I don’t know how they’re doing with the new baby. I should probably text her.”

“They’re good, I actually talked to Sam today and he invited us over for dinner sometime next week. If you’re down.”

You smile, deciding that this is the perfect time to tell him the big news. You can tell him now, give him a week to digest the news so you can tell Sam next week.

“Yes that’s fine...I have something to tell you.” You blurt out.

“What happened?” He looks worried. “Nina have to move in again? I’m sorry, I love her because she’s your best friend, but she is such a pain in the-“

“No no, nothing to do with Nina.” You laugh. You pull the positive pregnancy test out of your back pocket, handing it to Dean. “Congratulations. The birth control decided to not work so you’re going to be a dad!”

You sit back and wait for his reaction. Truth be told, you don’t know how he’s going to react. You’ve talked about kids and both agreed you want some, but neither of you ever talked about when you wanted to take that step. Not that it matters anymore.

“Holy shit,” Dean whispers. “I’m gonna be a dad. I’m gonna be a fucking DAD!”

He gets up from his chair and hugs you tightly, making you smile big. He twirls you around like you’ve always seen in the movies, his laughs of joy vibrating your body.

“See. Bigger and better things just keeps on getting better.” You tell him.

“Hell yeah it does, oh my god.” He kisses you. “I am so glad that you were once my student. God, I love you.”

The next thing that comes out of your mouth is something you would’ve never imagined yourself saying back when yours and his story first started. “I’m glad I was your student, too.”

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I STILL LOVE YOU- MARK LEE FLUFF

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Description: When Mark comes back to Canada for his birthday, then reunites with his childhood crush…

Word Count: 1,731

—————-Reader POV——————

Today was the day. You were finally going to see your best friend since you were babies, Mark Lee. Today was his birthday, and he was coming back to Canada for a week. You were actually dressing up to go pick him up at the airport…

You finally settled on an outfit. “Perfect…” you said as you examined yourself in the mirror, pleased with your simple yet stylish outfit.

You were pretty much ready, so you grabbed your keys and headed outside for your car. As you were on your way to the airport, you couldn’t help but wonder how your old friend Mark was doing.

You wondered how much he could’ve changed in the 5 years that you were apart. I mean, you guys used to do everything together, EVERYTHING.

When your mom signed you up for karate, Mark’s mom insisted he go too. When Mark got a new phone, your mom insisted you had that too. Even when you had your first boyfriend, he got a girlfriend too. Not because we were copying each other, but we were basically the same person or maybe cause our moms are besties, who knows?

Even the bf/gf thing came naturally, it’s not like he asked the first girl he met out on a date, things were just… like that. He almost seemed against getting a girlfriend actually, but i dunno.

You also thought things will get different in bad way. Like you guys text and Skype and all that everyday. But nothing compares to the person actually being in front of you.

You: What if he thinks I’m weird?

Your mind: No, he’s been your friend since you were a baby…

You: What if I’m not as cool as he thought I was??

Your mind: Come on, Marks not like that, he means what he tells you.

You: But what if he thinks I’m ugly now??

Your mind: Dude, last night when you facetimed, he said you look pretty, what could change in the last less than 24 hours??

Your mind: Why do you even care anyway, he’s just Mark, do you like him or something??

You: Me… like Mark??

That thought has only ever occurred to you 2 years after he left. You remembered the loneliness you felt after he left, but a little after you realized it wasn’t loneliness, that you had a crush on him.

Then you became obsessed, you made sure you called him everyday, sometimes more than once, you begged him to facetime you so you could see his face. You always rooted for him when he was sad, questioning of he was gonna debut or not ( or maybe 3 times ;)

Then one day after another cheering up session he said,

“Thanks that’s why you are my friend, Goodnight.”

And you didn’t know why, but that felt like a shot in the heart. What? You are his friend, and what did you expect him to call you? His girlfriend?

You started to think, why would he waste his time on me when he has all those beautiful, talented plastic surgery ridden models. It’s not like your ugly, heck you make all your classmates drool over you, but for some reason you didn’t feel good enough… for Mark of course.

So after that you figured, what’s the point, it’s only gonna get worse if he does debut, more girls for him to drool over, and you could never compete, you halfway around the world eating a bag of Cheetos.

So even tho it took time, you did get over Mark. And you were back to being his best friend and you were more than happy with that, until you are in your car questioning what will go down when you see your old buddy.

As you pulled up in your car next to Marks gate, you erased all thoughts and just decided to welcome Mark with open arms as you get out and see him.

“Y/N!!” Mark shouted at you as you ran around your car to give him a hug.

“Mark!,” you shouted as you run towards him. And you jumped in his arms and he spun you around like they do in those cheesy romance movies. People would have thought you were a couple.

“I missed you so much!” You say as he puts you down.

“I’ve missed you too y/n” he looked down at you, smiling with his signature smile.

You motion to your car and he puts his suitcase in your trunk. While he does that you get in the passenger seat and look in the mirror, fixing your hair and touching up your makeup, rushing to put it away as he approaches the front of the car.

“Welp, guess I’m driving,” he chuckled staring at the driver’s seat.

“Hey, you get driven anywhere you want in korea, you gotta start someday…” you say, sounding somewhat like you are pleading, you really didn’t want to drive again.

“What if i don’t have my license?,” He questioned you with a look as if he defeated you.

“Shit.” You mumbled about to crawl into the driver’s seat. Mark stops you and gets in.

“Just kidding, I’m actually excited, I don’t get this kind of privilege in korea.” He giggles and you feel something weird in your heart.

“Oh god.” You accidentally say out loud.

“What is it?” He asks somewhat nervous as he pulls out the parking space.

“Nothing!” You quickly say. He gives you a look then turns away shaking his head, smiling.

Oh no, you start to realize you are in love with Mark. How do you know? Well maybe it’s because you have liked him before and know what it feels like, well multiply it by 100, and that’s how you know you are IN LOVE.

Well you already one reason, why you can’t date Mark, but there is also another one… As soon as you guys start dating, he has to leave again. And he’s probably going to be gone again for probably another 5 years.

Plus you’ve been through this whole long distance thing before, and guess what, you got cheated on. And it was one of the worst feelings you’ve felt in your life. And you aren’t ready to go through that again.

On the way back, you and Mark immersed in small talk, talking about how things have been, and it felt really good, not to talk through some device and be face to face for once.

You guys arrived at your driveway. And started to walk to your front door. Mark was talking about everything he wanted to do with you today, and he wasn’t going to do any of them because-

“SURPRISE!” Everyone shouted. You had gathered all the kids you and Mark went to school with, and his parents and your parents also made the scene.

“Wow, Mark you’ve grown…” Your mom said pinching his cheeks. I mean she would know, she has changed his diapers a couple of times. After that he greeted your dad.

Then he got to his parents and his brother, it was pretty emotional. I mean they are his family after all, just the view of them made your eyes water, and marks face red with tears in his eyes.

You gave him a pat on the back to ease his aching heart.

“Thanks,” muttered toward you with glistening eyes.

“No Problem” you assured him and you guys continued on with the party.

It was actually really fun, you and your friends recalled memories from the past, and even filled Mark in on the ones you made before you graduated.

“I wish I could’ve been there with you guys,” he said with a look of regret.

“WHAT!?!” you all said in unison. Shocked that he would even think that.

“You are the most hardworking kid in your company,handsome, you are rich, or should be, I dunno sm is weird, AND you are doing way more things in your life then we all are.” You replied. “You are so freakin awesome and we’re just happy being friends with you”

“Thanks guys” he blushed.

————MARK’S POV———-

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!!!” They sang to me. I was so flattered and happy that y/n put this together for me. The fact that she did this makes me love her even more.

We all cut the cake and I said goodbye to my friends and me and y/n parents. Me and y/n were left behind to clean up.Finally I can be alone with her again.

“Well that was fun.” she said as she entered the kitchen.

“Yeah thanks again for that.” I shyly said.

“Don’t thank me that’s what friends are for. Hug?” She asked and extended her arms, I open my arms and hug her.

She pulls away a little too quickly and I let out a small whine, wishing to hug her more.

“Ha, what was that?” She asked giggling. I cover my cheeks embarrassed, I didn’t think she would hear.

I told her It was nothing but she didn’t believe me.

“Come on! Tell meeeee” She dragged out. She kept asking on and on and on. Then I snapped.

“I DIDN’T WANT YOU TO LET GO!” He yelled, I looked at her seriously.

“What??” She said in an almost scared tone.

“I guess it’s probably obvious enough but I like you. Ever since we were 12 to be exact. That’s why I was angry you had a boyfriend. Even the guy you dated a couple years ago, I hated that guy with a passion, especially when he cheated on you I wanted to get a plane to wherever he was and kick his ass. But I always acted normal because I didn’t want you to know that I still love you.” She stood there shocked, and who knows, she was probably terrified that a dumb guy like me would confess to her.

“Mark..” She muttered.

“Save it y/n, I know you don’t feel the same but you asked and-”

She ran up to me and kisses me. SHE. KISSES. ME. The girl I have been crushing on my entire life kissed me and WOW best birthday ever.

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WOW dumbest ending ever. Anyway just made this long piece of trash for the birthday boy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARK LOVE YA!

Anyway request if you want one too and thx for reading!!!

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