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Ben and Leslie and first week of college pleaseeee.

There’s a thousands of people on this campus, and yet he keeps seeing her. He sees her in the quad reading, her pale legs curled up beside her and book flat on her wildflower printed blanket, he sees her at the coffee cart, walking away smiling with something that’s overflowing with sprinkles and whipped cream, he sees her walk out of the classroom in the humanities building right before he walks in for English class. He sees her everywhere.

So when he sees her at the first party of his first week of college, something stirs inside his stomach, something like lava and bravery and stupidity all wrapped up into one, and walks up to her, offering his hand like he’s about to make a business deal.

“Hi, I’m Mr. Ben Wyatt.”

She giggles, but she takes his hand and it’s all worth it.

Someone That I [Wanna] Know Baekhyun Scenario

title’s on gotye’s song. that one where baekhyun falls for his ex’s roommate and kind of becomes a better person because of it. rated [m] for like the last four paragraphs but it’s not that graphic. 

“I’m not talking about having sex with her to get back at Taeyeon. I’m not even saying I’ll have sex with her at all.”

“Dude.” Minseok rolls his eyes as he finally puts his phone down and drags his engineering workbook over. “Just give it a while. If you want to be friends with her, fine. But just be friends for like, a month. You always rush into it and it ends up falling apart.”  

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The Surprise

Originally posted by acklesjensen

Summary: Dean has a surprise for your week off between jobs. 
Word Count: 2095
Warnings: Perhaps a wee bit of a cliffhanger at the end. Don’t hate me.

Your name: submit What is this?

You took a good look around the day room at the station that had been your home-base for several years now. This was your last twenty-four-hour shift with the next county over from yours; after a relaxing week off, you would start work with Ethan in your own county. Twelve hour shifts were certainly still taxing, but you were looking forward to going home every night, whether it was to your bed or Dean’s, and not spending the whole of your first day off sleeping when the rotation came around.

Dean was excited, too. He tried not to mention it often, but whenever you mentioned it, you could see the excitement bubble up in his eyes. He had a surprise for you the week you were off – told you in no uncertain terms that you were to not make any plans until he told you otherwise. You still had no idea what the surprise was, but you weren’t about to prod it out of him. Not after he seemed so proud about whatever it was that he had set up for you.

After work, you went home to sleep for a few hours before waking up and cleaning house and getting ready for Dean to come over for lunch. If you weren’t working, you and Dean had made a habit out of spending Saturdays together, even if it meant lazing around one house or the other together.

You pulled on a pair of comfortable jeans and a loose t-shirt before pulling your hair into a messy bun. The weather was unseasonably warm, so you turned off the heater and opened up the window in the kitchen.

Dean let himself in, yelling for you as he came in with a couple of bags on his arm. “In the kitchen, babe?”

“Yeah, in here,” you called back, pouring each of you a glass of lemonade. “What’re we making for lunch?”

He set the bags on the counter and grabbed your hand, twirling you once before pulling you against his chest. He leaned close and smiled. “Hello.”

“Hey they, Sparky,” you greeted, going up on tiptoe to kiss him. “Answer my question, please. I’m starving!”

Dean chuckled softly before leaning close to your ear. “Hamburgers.”

“Mmm.”

“Pasta salad.”

“The kind I like?”

“Bacon ranch, with the shells.”

“You’re amazing.”

“There’s more.”

“Tell me.”

“Have I ever told you that your love of food makes me love you more?” He kissed you once more before releasing you. “I also have one of those Dutch apple pies from the freezer section that you love, so you should preheat the oven.”

You eyed him suspiciously. “You got all my favorites – what’s going on?”

Dean shrugged as he pulled down different spices to prepare the hamburgers. “Just wanted to bring my girl all her favorites.”

“Dean Winchester,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Come on. Out with it.”

Rolling his eyes at your impatience, Dean started work on the hamburgers. “I kind of took a leap of faith and made plans for us on your week off.”

You raised your brow and mentally guessed on lots of time working on the TransAm. “Oh, you did?”

Dean nodded. “I know it’s starting to warm up here, but I’m thinking we need to be somewhere even warmer. Lots of sun, the beach … you in a bikini.”

“Oh, Sparky, what have done?”

He turned to you, lacing his fingers through yours, with a proud smile on his face. “I booked us a trip to Florida for a few days. We can get away, just the two of us. Enjoy the time off together. I’ll spoil the shit out of you, too.”

“So romantic – well, except for the cursing part,” you chuckled. “Count me in.”

“Really?” Dean grinned. “You’re not mad that I didn’t talk to you first?”

You shrugged, pulling away and going for a pot to boil the pasta in. “I mean, I wouldn’t say that I’d enjoy you making it a habit or anything, but this really is an amazing gesture, Dean. I’m excited. When do we leave?”

“Monday morning. And Y/N – I mean it when I say I’m going to spoil you. So be prepared.”

***

Dean wasn’t kidding. He drove the two of you over to the airport Monday morning, albeit a little too early for your liking. It was the first Monday of Spring Break, and you figured the airport would have been busier; when you mentioned it to Dean at the check-in counter, the employee there told you that most of those flights had gone out the previous Thursday or Friday.

“Lucky us,” Dean smiled, taking his ticket from her before dropping both of your bags at the luggage area.

An hour later, the two of you were airborne. You hated flying – couldn’t believe how at ease Dean was with it, as though he were riding in a car down the highway.

“I know you’re not crazy about heights, I don’t know how you handle flying,” you sighed, white-knuckling the arm of your seat when the plane hit a patch of turbulence.

Dean pried one of your hands from the seat and held it between his own. “In another universe, I suppose.”

After a short lay-over in Atlanta and another bumpy plane ride, you finally found yourself safe on the ground in Florida, Dean at your side. You two picked up a rental car, checked into the hotel. You wanted desperately to go to the beach – which was directly behind your hotel – but the gray clouds overhead hindered that activity.

“I should have checked the forecast better,” Dean sighed, dropping down to the bed.

“Nonsense,” you assured him, kicking off your shoes and snuggling under the covers. “I’m sleepy from our flights. Let’s take a nap – we can open that slider a bit and let in the ocean breeze. Unless the storm gets crazy, it’ll be nice to hear the waves crashing and whatnot.”

Dean studied his phone a little more. “Forecast only calls for light showers.”

“Perfect,” you smiled as he opened the heavier slider, leaving the screened portion closed. “We can check out that balcony view later.”

“It’s pretty good.” Dean slid into bed next to you, pulling you close. “Thank you for coming on this trip with me.”

“Thank you for a vacation that’s already been wonderful,” you beamed back, kissing him sweetly before drifting off to a peaceful nap.

***

When the two of you woke, clouds still threatened to drop more rain on the land below, but it sure wasn’t going to keep you holed up in that hotel room for long. You took a quick shower before letting Dean have the bathroom to do the same. The dress you picked out to wear was a white spaghetti strap number, with pretty wildflowers printed along the bottom of the skirt. You left your hair down to fall into its natural waves, and slipped into some red sandals. Just as you were finishing your light make-up, Dean emerged from the bathroom, his hair perfectly tousled, and wearing a green polo that brought out his eyes, and khaki shorts.

“Well, look at you, pretty girl.” He leaned down to kiss you. “Let’s do a little exploring before we find somewhere to eat dinner. What do you say?”

“Sounds perfect,” you agreed.

Thanks to a suggestion from the gentleman at the hotel’s front counter, you and Dean followed directions to a small district towards the middle of the city. There were street vendors, small shops, and plenty of restaurants to choose from for supper. The two of you ducked in and out of almost every store, took in the wares of most of the vendors, and finally settled on a place to eat.

“This is excited, our first trip together,” you gushed while the two of you waited for your food. “Seriously, Dean, you have no idea how much this all means to me.”

“Anything for you,” Dean promised, running his thumb over the back of your hand. It sent chills up and down your spine.

You bit your bottom lip, then pretended to look around at the restaurant’s décor. In reality, you were trying to compose your thoughts. Physically, your relationship with Dean had gotten more and more heated as time went on – and not necessarily gradually, either. The temptation to sneak down to the basement those few days you spent with Mary had been almost overwhelming, but you held on to your respect for Dean and his family and stayed put. The last few days, however, every touch that held even a hint of intimacy had your stomach full of butterflies, and the rest of your body aching with anticipation.

It wasn’t that you wanted to jump right to that. You were just so in love with this man, and the deeper in love you fell, the more you had the urge to share that intimacy with him.

“I think I lost you,” Dean chuckled, squeezing your hand. “Come back to me, Y/N.”

You giggled, but then let your eyes meet his in a coy gaze. “I could never leave you, Dean. You’re it for me.”

“Likewise,” he half-smiled across the table. His eyes reflected the lighting of the restaurant, but you knew the look he gave you was more than just mood-lighting – it was Dean feeling exactly the same as what you were feeling.

You were nervous the rest of supper, but tried not to let it show. When the meal was done, Dean walked with you back to where the rental was parked. He kept his fingers laced with yours, and kept his body as close to you as he could without interrupting your steps. In the car, he kissed the back of your hand.

Okay, you thought to yourself. Is this going to happen now? There was the look – damn. Why am I so nervous?

Because he’s the one, your heart reminded you.

And you knew it was true. Everything had to be perfect, because your love with Dean was perfect. You almost felt like you were losing your virginity all over again.

A few fat raindrops hit the windshield as Dean directed the car towards the hotel; by the time the car was parked in the lot, it was a straight downpour of the same fat raindrops. You bit your lip and looked up at the sky.

“I don’t think it’s going to stop anytime soon, Sparky,” you sighed.

“I think you’re right,” Dean agreed, turning off the ignition and leaning back in his seat. “Do we wait here a bit, or head inside?”

You pretended to think for a moment before breaking out in a grin. “Race you up to the room! Loser buys breakfast!”

You heard Dean yell after you, but all you could do was laugh as you ran, soaking wet, into the hotel and over to the elevators that would take you up to your floor. You couldn’t help but laugh a little more when the elevator doors closed just before Dean could make it.

The air inside the hotel was cold; you shivered and hugged yourself. You couldn’t wait to get out of that wet dress and into some dry, warm pajamas. The elevator dinged, signaling your floor. You walked at a normal pace to the door of the room you were sharing with Dean – and realized he had the key to the room.

“Damn it, you still beat me,” you heard from down the hall. You grinned looking over to see Dean coming from the stairway entry to the door.

“Yeah, but you have the key, so I’m not sure what I really got out of winning – oh yeah, except for breakfast,” you giggled.

Dean chuckled as he pushed the hotel door open, allowing you to go in first while he made sure the door was locked behind the two of you.

“I never would have thought you had speed like that,” Dean joked.

“I have talents you know nothing about, Winchester.”

You hadn’t mean for the statement to imply anything, but as you stepped closer to him, the implication was confirmed by the look in your eyes.

Dean looked back at you with the same implication in his gaze. His hands traveled up to your wet cheeks; he cupped your face and kissed you softly. Softly, but with a definite purpose.

“I love you, Y/N. Always.”

“I love you always. Promise.”

The kiss deepened as your tongues battled for control, and Dean’s warm hands went for the zipper on the back of your dress.

Morning After