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It’s Just a Little Crush (au / 2.2k words) 

Prompt 7 from my ‘30 Destiel Prompts’ for @starclaire

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“Okay guys, we got a little time to kill before the bell so talk amongst yourselves. But keep it quiet.” Dean warns. 

It’s an ordinary Tuesday morning in Dean’s home room class. He’s got a good bunch this year - a few interesting personalities for sure. 

“Mr Winchester?”

Ah, speaking of interesting personalities.

“Yes, Krissy?” He looks up from the lesson plan he’d put together for his sophomore class first period. He frowns when he sees the eyes of all twenty-something kids staring back at him. “What’s going on?”

Nothing would surprise him anymore. He may have only been teaching at this particular school for a couple of years but he’d been an auto shop teacher for going on ten. He’d seen everything. And that’s why he knew having his entire home room look at him, like his kids currently were, wasn’t always a good thing. 

“What’s the deal with you and Mr Novak?” She smirks. 

Mr Novak, Castiel, is head of the history department. He’d started at the school about a year before Dean. He’s a little dorky and doesn’t always get people’s jokes or references but Dean knows the kids love him. He’s had many auto shop classes that begin with students telling him all about the ‘totally awesome’ history lesson they’d just had with Mr Novak. 

Dean pretends not to understand the implication in Krissy’s question. “What do you mean?”

But Krissy isn’t letting it go. “It’s just that we’ve all noticed that you get into the same car with Mr Novak every day after school.” She shrugs, feigning innocence as if her words aren’t peppered with sly suggestions. “And we all know it’s your car because you never stop going on about it even though it’s old as hell and no one, except old men, drive cars like that anymore.”

Dean tries not to be offended on behalf of his baby. He wasn’t going to argue with a teenager about the merits of a well-kept classic vintage car. Not again anyway. 

“It ain’t any of your business, Krissy, but Mr Novak doesn’t have a car so I drive him home.” Dean explains. “Happy?”

Krissy seems to relent, realising she’s not going to get a rise out of her teacher today. 

“Nah,” comes a voice from the back row. “I reckon there’s more to it than that.”

The class shuffles around to reveal Claire Novak smirking back at the teacher. She has a mischievous look in her eyes that Dean doesn’t like. She has the rest of the students intrigued though. 

Claire’s sly look only gets bigger as she begins to speak again. “I think they’re secretly dating,” she says, never taking her eyes off Dean, watching for his reaction. 

Dean sighs. Where is that damn bell?

“No, Claire, me and Mr Novak are not dating,” he denies. “And you of all people should know that.”

Claire is Castiel’s niece. Her dad is Castiel’s twin brother, Jimmy. Jimmy came to school to pick Claire up once and it weirded everyone out seeing the exact replica of their favourite teacher stood right next to the man himself. 

“Okay, fine,” Claire relents, “but you like him, right?”

Dean is saved from answering by the bell finally ringing.

*  *  * 

Dean was foolish to hope that the details of the interrogation he’d received would stay in home room. 

By third period, he’d heard students from each of his classes whisper as they were meant to be working. He couldn’t make out everything they were saying but he kept hearing the words ‘crush’ and ‘Mr Novak’ in the same sentence. 

Crush? Dean is a grown man. He hasn’t had a crush since he met his first boyfriend when he was sixteen. 

He takes a deep breath. It’ll blow over soon. 

*  *  * 

It does not blow over. 

A week later and everyone is still talking about. Even some of the other teachers have been giving Dean knowing looks every time he’s sat next to Castiel in the teacher’s lounge. Though, Cas seems to remain none the wiser. 

By the end of the day, Dean is glad to see his baby. He couldn’t wait to get home and be distracted from the rumours of his feelings for his fellow teacher. 

As usual, Castiel joins him for the journey. Luckily, none of their students seem to be around when they get into the car. 

Once they leave the school parking lot, Dean breathes a sigh of relief. He can just be himself now, and not worry about what other people are thinking. 

The two men sit in silence for a few moments. Dean’s eyes are on the road ahead. Driving always calms him. 

“Dean, can I ask you something?” 

“Think you just did, Cas,” Dean smirks, not taking his eyes from the road. 

“You’re hilarious,” Castiel replies. Dean sees him roll his eyes from the corner of his own. His smirk just gets bigger. 

“I’ve been hearing some things around school recently,” Cas says, his voice changing to a more serious tone. “And, I just wanted to ask. Do you have a crush on me?”

It’s silent in the car for a few moments until Dean is the first to crack. 

He lets out a loud bark of laughter. “I can’t believe you managed to say that with a straight face.” He chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. 

The car pulls into the driveway of a modest two-storey house. Dean cuts the engine and turns to Cas. 

The other man is quietly laughing too. He looks quite amused with himself. He is honestly such a dork, Dean thinks.

But then his face turns serious again. “You didn’t answer my question. Do you have a crush on me?” He asks again. 

Dean thinks for a minute, taking in the man sitting in front of him. “Do I have a crush on my best friend, and husband of thirteen years? Yeah, I guess I do.”

Dean gives Cas a teasing smile and leans across the passenger seat to bring his husband into a smiling kiss. 

*  *  *

Later that evening, Dean and Castiel are laying together in their bed. Only a lamp on the nightstand lights the room, letting out a relaxing glow. 

Castiel reaches out to let Dean cuddle up to him. Dean rests his head on Castiel’s chest. He plays with the fingers on Castiel’s left hand. Castiel lets him and goes with the movement when Dean turns his hand over to reveal the small ‘18’ tattooed on the underside of his ring finger. 

They’d met on September 18th in their junior year of high school. From that day, Castiel had been Dean’s first and only crush. 

Castiel and Jimmy had just transferred from their old school. It was some old-fashioned super religious school but some bad shit had gone down and the school had to close. Dean’s school had been the next best thing according to Castiel's overbearing, church-going, Jesus devotee parents. 

Dean and Castiel became inseparable by the time it came for them to graduate. By then, everyone knew they were together but they didn’t care. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end for them. 

For obvious reasons, Castiel’s parents were the only ones who had never found out about their relationship. Given what they thought about anyone who wasn’t straight, the boys thought it was safer to keep it from them. They didn’t know what they might try to do to Castiel if they found out. 

The day after their graduation, Dean had packed up his car and they ran away. They went to college in another state and never looked back. Castiel had left his parents a note explaining everything and telling them not to try and contact him - though Castiel didn’t think they’d want to after they’d found out he was gay. 

Dean’s family knew where they’d gone (they’d always been supportive of their relationship since the beginning). They welcomed Castiel into their family and treated him like their own. They’d visit the boys for the holidays and eventually, once Dean’s brother, Sam, finished high school, they all moved to be closer to their boys. 

Castiel had felt guilty for years for leaving his brother but in their second year of college, Jimmy tracked Castiel down and told him he’d left too. (Turns out he’d got his high school girlfriend, Amelia, pregnant and their parents didn’t take kindly to it happening out of wedlock.) 

Dean and Castiel got married while they were still in college. Most people would warn them against getting married so young but their family knew they weren’t being naive. They were it for each other. 

They had a small ceremony on the anniversary of their first meeting. Sam and Jimmy had been best men and two-year-old Claire was their flower girl. (Despite what her attitude now might make you think, she was an adorable toddler who stole the show with her adorable presence.) 

Over the years, they’d kept their marriage on the down low. Castiel was a little paranoid that his parents would somehow find them and try to take him away from Dean and their family. They had a lot of connections and Castiel wouldn’t put it past them to use those connections to find him. 

So, when they both became teachers and ended up working at the same high school, Castiel had asked Dean if he could be called Mr Novak so as not to draw attention to them. (Same sex marriage might be legal now but it would still turn heads to have two husbands teaching at the same school, which was the kind of thing Castiel wanted to avoid.) Dean had agreed, he just wanted his husband to feel safe. They still went home together at the end of the day and that’s all that mattered to him. 

But it is that exact act which has led them to where they are now. 

“Dean,” Castiel speaks into his husband’s hair. “I think it’s time to tell everyone the truth.” 

Dean turns to sit up properly and look at Castiel. 

“Are you sure? We don’t have to. I know you love and I sure as shit love you,” he reassures Cas. “Plus, it’s only your teacher name that’s still ‘Novak’. Legally, you’re a Winchester,” he smiles. 

“I know, but I want to be honest with our coworkers and students too.” Castiel explains. “And maybe I want to show them that you’re not the only one with a crush,” he teases. 

“Awesome.” Dean beams. “We don’t have to make a big deal out of it anyways. We’ll just start wearing our rings tomorrow and they’ll figure it out.” 

Castiel nods in agreement. 

Dean could just burst with happiness. He’d finally be able to show Castiel off like he’s always wanted to. 

Currently, his wedding ring sat against his chest on a silver chain under his shirt. Castiel keeps his safely tucked away, only taking it out for special family occasions (hence why he got the tattoo - as a more subtle and personal token of his love for Dean). Dean couldn’t wait to feel the weight of the ring on his finger every day. And knowing Castiel would be walking around with his matching one makes Dean smile like a love-sick dork.

Suddenly feeling like a kid on Christmas Eve, Dean settles down into the sheets again, eagerly awaiting sleep to take him so it could hurry up and be morning. 

He’s just drifting into sleep when Castiel’s voice whispers against his ear. 

“Dean?”

Dean hums, not mustering the energy to turn over and face his husband. 

“Not that I’m not happy that it gave me the perspective to stop being scared, but where did the rumours of you having a crush on me come from anyway?”

Trust Cas to think of the semantics just as Dean is trying to sleep. 

Dean only has one word. 

“Claire.”

Castiel sighs. “I should have known. I’ll talk to her.”

Dean finally turns to look at Cas in the eyes. Green meets blue. “Don’t sweat it, babe,” he smiles. “She’s just teasing like all teenagers do. She would never actually tell anyone anything we’re not comfortable with.” 

Castiel shrugs and nods his head in silent agreement. 

“I’ll just get her back when we go to your brother’s for dinner on Sunday.” Dean yawns, cheekily. 

Castiel rolls his eyes. The joking rivalry between Dean and their niece never seems to end. 

Dean smirks and leans over to kiss Castiel. “Goodnight, Mr Winchester.”

“Good night, Dean.” 

*  *  *

The next morning, Dean walks into his home room class and begins the regular formalities of the morning. 

Claire walks in late a few minutes later. She says nothing to Dean until she sits down at her desk, puts her feet up on the table, and says in a nonchalant manner, “Nice ring, Mr Winchester.” 

The rest of the class look to Dean’s hand. Sure enough there’s a silver band on his left hand that hadn’t been there the day before. 

“I just saw a matching one on my uncle’s hand when I handed in my history project. Isn’t that a funny coincidence?” She smirks as the rest of the students’ mouths drop open. Dean’s known Claire long enough to know that it’s a smirk of love though. 

The news of his and Castiel’s marriage (and Castiel’s new teacher name) reaches his freshman class by second period. He should have known it wouldn’t take long. 

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it Mae! 

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[cinlat]

May Drabbles - Day 30

Prompt: “Let them hear.” (New) Characters: Cherub Orlov/Javon Konstantopoulos (@kunoichi-ume​) Story/Series: -- Word Count: 700 A/N: These are a couple of new characters that we like to play around with from time to time. They don’t really belong anywhere, and are actually hiding at the edge of the galaxy on the planet Batuu where no one can bother them. Cher is a mute dock worker who has struck up a friendship (which led to a relationship) with disgruntled Barsen’thor Javon Konstantopoulos. He landed on Batuu in the hopes of finding peace after the Jedi Order all but fell apart in Arcann’s wake, but found a student/lover in one of the locals.

“Focus, Cher.” If Javon told Cherub to clear her mind one more time, she couldn’t be responsible for her actions. It was easy for the former Jedi. He was smart, brave, and fully trained in how to use his powers. The most Cherub had ever done was break lamps when she pitched a fit as a baby. It scared her parents so much that she’d tried not to act out ever again. Javon might be the exception to that rule.

A deep chuckle made Cherub open her eyes to find Javon smiling at her. His face was scruffier than usual, adding to his disguise as a merchant. When Cherub folded her arms in protest, his mirth bloomed into a full laugh. “I take it you’d like me to stop talking?”

Cherub shook her head. She loved Javon’s voice. It was full of compassion, life, and a sense of sadness that he would never discuss. “No?” The Jedi responded, his thick accent sending a shiver up her spine. “Perhaps a break, then?”

That, Cherub wouldn’t turn down. They’d been sitting on the floor of ruins in the middle of the jungle for hours while Javon attempted to teach her how to communicate without a voice. No one knew why she couldn’t speak. It was something Cherub had given up trying to understand years ago. The why didn’t change the fact that Cherub had no idea what her own voice sounded like.

Shaking those thoughts away, Cherub stretched while Javon rose to his feet. She huffed at the amount of grace he displayed, knowing that she would never be able to match him. “Don’t make that noise at me, young lady,” the Jedi chastised playfully. “I could teach you, if you’d only--”

Before Cherub realized that she’d moved, her body was across the rocky ledge and her hand over Javon’s mouth. She didn’t want to hear any more about focusing, and judging by the spark in his celestial eyes, he knew it. Pulling her hand free, Javon nodded to where she’d been sitting. “Impressive.”

Cherub looked behind her, realizing that she’d leapt at least four meters to reach him. She gasped, eyes wide in astonishment. That was impossible. Cherub Orlov, simple dock worker on a backwater planet forgotten by the rest of the galaxy, wasn’t capable of such feats. When her gaze settled back on Javon, his smile confirmed it. “Yes, you did. Now, do you believe me?”

Nodding, Cherub allowed herself to be led to the broken balcony of what had once been a beautiful temple. “The Force is stronger in this place,” Javon whispered with a reverence that Cherub wished she understood. Placing his hands on her hips, Javon urged her to the edge. When she resisted, his fingers tightened around her belt. “You know that I won’t let you fall.”

After a moment to consider whether Cherub really trusted a man who’d been a perfect stranger a few months back, her muscles relaxed. Javon had saved her honor that day, and possibly her life. He was her friend, and the only one who communicated with her like she was normal. So often people equated her silence with mental deficiency. Eventually, Cherub had stopped fighting them. Now, Javon was trying to give her back a modicum of that pride. Having someone like him in her life was still new enough that Cherub waited for it to end, yet every day, Javon lingered.

“Close your eyes and feel the world around you,” Javon directed. Cherub obeyed, focusing on the weight of his hands around her waist while trying to ignore the flutter in her stomach. “You are connected to all life in this galaxy. If you reach deep enough, even the smallest spark can register.” Javon’s words washed over her, his voice lulling Cherub into a trance that she never wanted to wake from. She was warm and freer than she’d ever felt before in the universe he painted.

“You’ve spent all of your life hiding from this gift,” Javon continued, his voice close to her ear. “It’s time for your voice to take its place amongst our brothers and sisters scattered among the stars. It’s time, to let them hear.”

[theyoungadulthatreadsfanfiction]

from red to violet by carastina

Like a rainbow, it spreads before me. // 30prompts: Michelle/Peter.

[ao3feed-spidychelle]

from red to violet

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tlmSl3

by opaldemencha

Like a rainbow, it spreads before me. // 30prompts: Michelle/Peter.

Words: 2190, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Ned Leeds

Relationships: Michelle Jones/Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Friendship, what am I even doing, TW: drug use, it's super brief tho, Romance, Friends to Lovers, 30prompts

read it on the AO3 at http://ift.tt/2tlmSl3

[zmagg]

Describe God.

I started at the bottom of the prompt sheet because the question about coffee looked easier (safer?) to answer than the one at the very top. This was the second to last, THANKS Lisa, heh.

I grew up Christian. Scratch that. I grew up really Christian. I grew up in a church. Several churches, I guess, since we moved from Ottawa to North Carolina when I was 10. The churches we went to in Ottawa were primarily Chinese speaking, the space rented from the white people churches, the time slots given the less desirable (this meant that I got to sleep in on a Sunday).

When we moved to NC, my father had already been down South for a year at that point, and had met some folks and found a church. It was a white people church, but we were sponsored in by some kind folk (still amazingly good friends, one of whom is Native American, and gets it, gets the isolation) who also sponsored in a Latino family at one point. The sponsoring in was probably like, difficult, but normal difficult? for my parents. For me, it was intolerable. The folks at this church felt way more cliqueish than the folks at school and I hated all of them. I dunno, maybe that’s unkind, maybe it was incredibly hard for my parents too.

I don’t know how to describe God, I’ve had God described to me way too often, and never in the guise of someone who I love.

I converted again at a Billy Graham concert when I was 7 or 8 (or 9, I dunno, those years feel far away). I was baptised twice, once because the first time didn’t count, y’see. I’ve been in a Christian puppet group, taught music school in a Christian summer camp, played the piano and organ in 3 different denominations of churches, read the Bible a few times, confronted a few volunteer Sunday School teachers angrily, sang in a few church choirs. I’m not sure I can describe God.

For the next 28 entries, I’m responding to a series of prompts written by my buddy Lisa.

[ohlawsons]

30 multipurpose prompts: 14. It had no eyes Oliver/Cortez + the whole crew + that game where you stick a notecard with someone’s name on your forehead and guess who it is (but with omnitools)

"Okay, but how famous am I?”

“Hold up, Major,” James cuts in loudly. “Yes or no questions only.”

“Oh! My turn!” The display on Traynor’s omni-tool lights up, clearly displaying Blasto to the rest of the group. “Am I a good kisser?” she asks slowly, her words beginning to slur together.

Most of the group howls with laughter; Garrus seems to be pondering the question seriously, and Oliver motions for silence to declare, “You’re a hit with the ladies. I think.”

Traynor’s appreciative ooh! is drowned out by more of the group’s laughter. Once they’ve calmed down, Oliver’s omni-tool lights up with the name Sovereign.

Realizing it’s his turn, Oliver squints in concentration, deciding several drinks too late that whatever James is serving, it’s too strong. “Eyes,” he finally blurts out. “Do I have pretty eyes?”

“No, I... I don’t think you have eyes,” Garrus offers.

“Not a council race, not a non-council race, and no eyes,” Oliver ponders for a moment. “I’m the mako!”

Kaidan lets out a loud snort. “Not even close.”

“My turn,” Cortez declares, Commander Shepard lighting up on his omni-tool. “Am I... human?”

“73 percent,” Oliver answers automatically, making a dramatic flourish towards himself; in unison, the rest of the group chastises Oliver, while Cortez proudly declares he’s won.

[dickspeightjrs]

Hi! Can I request prompt 1 from the 30 Destiel prompts challenge and also I would like to be added onto the tag list for all of your future fics please and thank you! :)

of course you can! and I would love to add you to my tag list, welcome aboard! 

reserve a prompt?

[dickspeightjrs]

24 24 24 24 :)

I love your enthusiasm lmao :) it’s yours!  reserve a prompt?

[dickspeightjrs]

omg i love your 30 prompt idea and those prompts are so cute!!!! could i claim 7 (or 4 if it's already been taken) bc teacher!aus make my heart warm 🥺

thank you! I’m looking forward to starting it!  Prompt 7 is yours! :) reserve a prompt?

[dickspeightjrs]

For your lovely 30 destiel prompts event, can you please write #21 for me? 💜

of course I can <3 number 21 is reserved for you :) reserve a prompt?

[dickspeightjrs]

Could you do 28 for me please? Thanks

of course! it’s yours :)  reserve a prompt?

[dickspeightjrs]

Hi ! could i claim prompt #17 or 26 if that one’s taken ?

hey friend! number 17 is yours!! reserve a prompt?

[dickspeightjrs]

Can I have number 10 from Your fic list? 🙊🌸

of course! number 10 is yours :)  reserve a prompt?

[zmagg]

How do you drink your coffee?

These days I drink my coffee black. Before that, I put a bit of half and half in, the way my first boyfriend’s mother drank hers. She was incredibly hip, incredibly generous and nice and I haven’t gotten along with a partner’s family even a tenth as well since then.

At boarding school, Bob and I would sometimes go off campus to the coffee shop across the street and I’d drink Americanos with flavored syrup.

Before that, when I was what, 14?, when I was still learning how to drink coffee, I would stir two spoonfuls of white cane sugar and two spoonfuls of skim milk into the machine drip dark roast brew that my father made. My parents don’t stock cow milk anymore--I joke that they went full hippie when I left home--but these last two years, my mom buys her soy milk at the store instead of making it herself.

Of course, I’m pretty lactose intolerant these days. It’s why I dropped the half and half, and it’s why even when I’m home these days, my folks don’t stock cow milk anymore. I’m thinking about trying lactase. This past year, I started taking allergy meds when going to houses with cats and it’s been a game changer. Who knew cats were so hilarious and soft and delightful? For the next 29 entries, I’m responding to a series of prompts written by my buddy Lisa.

[ohlawsons]

30 multipurpose prompts: 13. Wanderer on a scorched path Delilah Shepard, set at the veeeeery end of ME3

It was raining fire.

More accurately, the Crucible was exploding behind Delilah; the shattered conduit she’d spent the last several moments emptying her pistol into had erupted with enormous force, sending a heat wave rolling across the narrow pathways of the Crucible and knocking Delilah backwards.

She’d barely had the strength to walk down the paths in the first place, but now adrenaline coursed through her and she pulled herself to her feet.

“Evac! I need--”

A massive piece of debris from the Citadel slammed into the path beside Delilah, sending her stumbling forwards. She caught herself before she fell, but her left arm buckled beneath her; if it hadn’t been broken before, it was now.

Between her heavy breathing and shaky cursing and the collapsing Citadel, she nearly missed Ashley’s voice on the comm line.

“Shepard!”

“Evac,” Delilah repeated, voice hoarse. “The Crucible is coming down on top of me. I need an evac now!”

“We’ll get someone in there! Joker’s taking us in.” For a moment, the only sound on the line was Ash’s unsteady breathing. “Oh, God, Delilah. Just... hang on.”

Miranda’s voice joined Ash’s on the comm line. “We’re coming, but it’s going to be close. Delilah...”

Another explosion shook the Crucible, sending Delilah sprawling out on her back. Pain shot through her chest, sending her vision swimming.

“Dammit. The whole place is tearing apart.”

“You have to turn around.” Delilah squeezed her eyes shut, gasping as another rumble shook the platform. No time. There’s no time. Not for me -- but they’ll be safe. Oh, God please, let them be safe.

"We’re not leaving you. Not again,” Ashley insisted.

“Go.” Delilah didn’t have the strength or the breath for all the confessions and declarations she wanted to make. “Just--” There was an abrupt explosion from the other end of the line, then only static. If she could’ve, she would’ve cursed. Instead, Delilah laid still on the platform, waiting.

It’s been a damn good ride.

[ohlawsons]

30 multipurpose prompts: 12. A blue tin kettle Kielle Tabris, implied Kielle/Zevran. Set upon returning to the Alienage; also functions as part of the Return series I did forever ago (surprise. I don’t think I’ve posted anything here about Kielle yet).

the alienage. Everything was just as Kielle remembered it.

The soot that always collected near the fireplace. The draft from the broken window. Her mother’s kettle on the stove. The trunk that had held the armor that Kielle had lost at Ostagar. She could even hear Shianni’s voice from outside.

The only thing missing was Cyrion.

Kielle tensed as the door opened, but relaxed at Zevran’s voice. “Lovely place,” he commented. “Lovely people. Funny thing -- you never mentioned being married.”

She let out a bark of rough laughter. “Technically, I never was.” She turned, lips pursed. “I don’t think it counts when the bride is kidnapped and the groom is killed before you exchange vows.”

Before Zevran could say anything or offer any condolences that Kielle was tired of receiving, Kielle headed back outside, gritting her teeth.

They had too much to do to bother worrying about one incident that was long in the past.